#eventual dean winchester x oc

[deaneverafter]

In a Million Memories

By Anastasie Denholm

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Everlie (OFC)

Chapter summary: A routine hunt goes wrong, and someone has to make a difficult decision.

Warnings: angst, so much angst, injuries, this is a rewrite of the cursed scene, so 15x20, which is its own warning

Length: 1341 words

Notes: This does deal with the last episode, so please, be mindful of that, if that's going to be upsetting.

Song: Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush

Chapter One: Running Up That Hill

Three weeks ago. May 18th, 2020.

It wasn’t supposed to end like this. It was supposed to be their last hunt, but not like this. They were getting out. They were finally going to be safe and happy and live their lives. They weren’t even supposed to be hunting. They had decided to stop. But then they’d heard about the people getting killed, and there hadn’t been time to call any other hunters in.

And more than anything, she wouldn’t lose Dean. She couldn’t. Not again. Though her ears were ringing, she could hear him telling Sam everything he thought Sam needed to hear, and none of the things he needed to say. She mixed the ingredients, her tears blurring everything. She knew she had to stop herself from crying, because either she could keep crying or she could do something to fix this. She couldn’t understand why Sam was content to stand there and do nothing.

“Everlie,” it was Dean’s hoarse whisper that made her realize that he’d finished his goodbyes to his brother. Sam stepped aside, giving them the semblance of some space. “Please come here. You’re the last thing I want to see.”

“Dean, no. There won’t be any last seeings, I’m going to fix this,” she said, bringing the ingredients in her fist towards his wound.

“Ever, I know what you’re trying to do,” he said, a drop of blood on his mouth. So he had been watching her after all. “But you can’t, it could take too much of you, it could kill you.”

“It won’t, Dean, trust me. I can heal you.”

“My love, I-,” she cut him off as she felt her heart drop. He reserved that endearment, using it rarely, and when he did, it was something really good, or something really bad. The windy day they’d gotten married on the beach. As he’d gurgled his goodbyes through his own blood, after that fight with Metatron. When he’d rushed over to her that warm afternoon, as she’d lay bleeding to death in Bobby’s junkyard. Right after he’d knocked on the door of that middle of nowhere motel room, when he’d gotten out of purgatory. This, what was happening here, what he thought would be their last goodbye.

“Dean, please, let me do this. Let me save you. Save us,” she finally saw his eyes soften, and he gave an almost imperceptible nod. He let her see how much he wanted to live, how much he wanted to have a life with her.

She pressed the ingredients to his back, and repeated the incantation. His body remained tense. She repeated it again. And again. The tears returned.

“Why isn’t it working?” she sobbed. She repeated the spell again.

“It’s okay, this isn’t your fault,” he whispered, cupping her cheek with great effort. “I love you.” And then he slumped against her.

“No!” she screamed, “No, you’re not going to die!”

“Sam, help me lie him down,” she cried. “I’m going to fix this.”

“Maybe it’s ti-“

“It is not time, Sam,” she cut him off, no more harshly than he deserved. “Help me lie him down.”

He did. She balled up her jacket and gently lowered Dean’s head on it. Sam had helped her thus far, but she could see he didn’t think she could do anything. He expected her to yell and scream and then give up. She didn’t care what he expected. Or wanted. She knelt beside Dean – or what was left of him. She tried another spell. And then another. Blood seeped into the straw beneath them. Just out of earshot, she could more feel than hear Dean standing there, telling her to stop. Telling her it wasn’t her fault. She knew it wasn’t. She was going to bring him back anyway.

“Sam,” she said finally, having run out of all the spells she could think of. Well, almost all. “Get my bag from the trunk.”

“Everlie, what are you thinking?” he tried to ask her, trying – and failing – to be there for her in that moment. She found it bizarre how okay he seemed with it all.

“Get my damned bag, Sam!” she screamed. He scurried out to the Impala and returned a moment later. He handed her the bag, still unsure what she was going to do. He didn’t know what was inside the bag. “Everlie, can we just think about this for a second? Please don’t do anything rash.”

“My husband’s body is getting colder by the minute and you want me to be rational?” she said, as she began pulling ingredients from her bag, along with a small stone bowl, more a hollowed out rock than anything else. A knife. It had taken her the few moments Sam was gone to stop sobbing and come to a decision. Now, she was calm. Eerily so.

“He’s my brother, I do-,” he cut himself short when he saw what she’d pulled out of the bag. “No. Absolutely not. You remember what happened the last time we messed with that book. You bring him back using that, he’ll never forgive you.”

“He forgave you,” she said without stopping, mixing ingredients in the bowl and pressing the glass knife into her palm.

“Everlie, stop!” Sam said again, and she ignored him. He stepped toward her, to stop her, shake her out of what she was doing, to maybe snatch the book from her. She snapped her wrist, a bit of the energy from her soul coursing through and suddenly he was across the barn, paralyzed where he was. Her soul would recharge eventually. Or, it would’ve anyway. It didn’t matter now.

For the first time since she’d felt him leave this plane, she looked up at the phantom of her husband, standing there, trying to reason with her, trying to tell her to not trade her life for his, to not get herself killed trying to bring him back. The look on her face stopped him for a minute. Because he knew her. Better than anyone else did, better than he knew anyone or anything else. And in that moment, he knew the price she was going to pay would be much worse than just her life. He started protesting again, panic tinging his every word, but if she was going to bring him back, a glance was all she had to spare for the ghost of him. She went back to work, blood from her hand gathering in the bowl. Quickly, she lit a match and threw it in the bowl. It extinguished itself after the briefest of moments, and when she opened her mouth, the words tumbling out belonged to a language so ancient, the earth beneath them shook.

It made him think of that song she liked to sing. If only I could, I’d make a deal with God, I’d get him to swap our places. Her singing was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard, but he hated it when she sang that song. Because he knew how true it was. Every time she’d put herself in danger to save him despite his best efforts, he’d been scared that the next time would be the last. That the next time she saved him, it would be by swapping places with him, and usually, the place he was in was something life-threatening. Or actually death. The next time would be the one where the price would be her life. And here they were. The next time. The last time.

Dean, incorporeal as he was at the moment, lunged towards her to engulf her in a hug, instinctually, to calm her enough to try to tell her to stop, to try to get her to listen. But a white light spread out from her chest. His hand landed on her shoulder against all odds. With his cold, lifeless body beneath her hands, she looked up and mouthed three words. The last thing he saw was her shielding his head and chest with her body. The barn burned white after that.

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All rights to the characters and Supernatural belong to the original writers, but I've worked really hard on this, and I ask that this story please not be saved and/or copied to other places or sites.

Tagging: @deanwinchesterswitch, @siospins2

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

Moonlight & Fang Masterlist

Fantasy/Little Red Riding Hood/ABO AU

Alpha!Jax Teller, Dean Winchester, Captain Syverson, Ari Levinson, Bucky Barnes x OC Omega!Selene/Red

Their sweet words fall like bittersweet honey. Lacing pain and menace under a sugary facade. Coating everything. Sticky, sweet and unthreatening. All earth and warmth. The best disguise for unsuspecting beings, with open hearts and damaged souls. A succulent entree for her sharp teeth to feast upon. For she is made of moonlight and fang. All charm and soulful eyes. While hiding an all encompassing darkness inside. Sinful lips with a deadly tongue. Patiently waiting for her prey to become safe and lucid. Drunk off of her words and lingering touch. When their red hoods fall, exposing the softness of their throats. Her eyes become bigger, as her hunger and lust for flesh grows. Just one bite and she'll change your life.

My, oh my.

What big fangs you have my dear.

Word Count: 21k

Warnings: 18+ Only

Original Female Character(s), Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Smut, Gratuitous Smut, Blood and Violence, Werewolves, Werewolves Turn Into Actual Wolves, Alpha/Omega, Morally Ambiguous Character, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Eventual Fluff

Chapters:

Little Red

The Orphan

The Hunter

The Blacksmith

The Rogue

The Forgotten Prince

Balance

[aylacavebear]

The Traveler Masterlist

You're from a specific dimension, Solaris Eclipse. It was a dimension of magic. When your kind, the Eldrathiren, turned fifteen, your unique power would awaken within you. Most times, it was something small, levitation, teleportation, creation, elemental manipulation, and things like that. Once in a while, a fifteen-year-old would just disappear, and those were called Travelers. None of them had ever returned. Your parents had told you stories about them, and you hoped that wouldn't happen to you.

Each Chapter will have its warnings. Pairing Eventually Dean Winchester x OC Reader & Sam Winchester x OC Reader.

A/N: If you'd like to get in on the Dimensional Traveling, go to this link and leave me with a comment, or several, with as much or as little detail about the dimension you'd like the Traveler to end up in. If you'd like to have something specific happen, share that too. I'll make sure that you get credit for the idea you shared in the chapter in which your dimension is featured. I'd love to have as many readers involved as possible. I think this could be a lot of fun.

As always, if you'd like to be tagged, let me know and I'll add you to the tag list.

A/N: 3/31/24 - have to edit the tags a bit, as this one is writing itself in a way I hadn't seen, nor meant for it to go.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 - Earth, 1997 Pt. 1 Chapter 3 - Earth, 1997 Pt. 2 Chapter 4 - Twilight Veil Chapter 5 - Crystalis Canopy Chapter 6 - The Shadowed Abyss Chapter 7 - Earth, 2013 Pt. 1 Chapter 8 - Earth, 2013 Pt. 2 Chapter 9 - Aqualumina Chapter 10 - Levithar Labyrinth Chapter 11 - Earth, 1999

Tag List: @littlemadamred

[lucishellhound]

fork in the road

pairing: sam winchester x oc!female winchester, dean winchester x oc!female winchester, eventual castiel x oc!female winchester

summary: maggie winchester shouldn’t be alive. she knows this, her brothers definitely know this. what she survived in that hardware store– well nothing should have survived that. while she still tries to piece everything together, life as a hunter stops for no one. not even a love triangle  between an angel and the devil. 

warnings: mentions of accidental skin cutting

word count: 338

a/n: this is my very, very first written fanfic. this is something i have been playing around with in my head for awhile and finally decided to put it out there. these chapters will get longer as i get used to writing like this for sure. it is definitely a work in progress and feedback is appreciated. i hope everyone enjoys, this is my baby (:

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Maggie knew that the time she had to escape her middle brother’s impending interrogation was short. As soon as the Impala had pulled into the garage of the bunker, she bolted. She quickly made her way down the hall and into her room, locking it behind her. 

She didn’t want to have to answer to Sam about the gash on her arm anymore. She had gotten so close to being caught, but he was so trusting and let it go. This time. She didn’t know how many more chances she had until Dean got involved. Then it would all go to hell. 

Maggie lifted the sleeve of her henley to inspect the wound closer again as she sank down into her bed.

Gone.

Just as it had been minutes after the wayward clippers made contact with her skin. 

Damn poltergeist. 

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Sam had seen the tear in her sleeve soaked in blood. On the way back to the Impala, after successfully ridding the barber shop of the menace, he immediately made to grab her arm. Maggie quickly pulled both arms back behind her.  

Sam scoffed.

“Don’t be such a baby, Mags. Let me see it.” She bit the inside of her cheek, calculating how she was going to get out of this one. Finally, she relented, holding out her right arm for her tallest brother to inspect.

“See? Nothing. Don’t be such a mother hen Sammy.” She laughs, not giving him the opportunity to point out that it was the wrong arm, and slides into the backseat. Had Dean not already been in the car, he would have continued to pester her. But he knew better, and Maggie knew that. 

If his baby sister was hiding something, it was for a good reason. Sam had just hoped she would decide to trust him on whatever it was soon. He gave her the benefit of the doubt more often than not, but he was starting to think this was more serious than anything she had ever lied about in the past. 

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tags:

@cordiscurlygal @chvoswxtch

[bitchinfawkseh]

Masterlist

A list of all my works and works in progress. Warnings are listed on the actual fics appropriately, and AO3 links to them are provided as well.

Spirited Pursuit AO3

Dean Winchester works:

Y/N's father recently committed suicide, leaving her the sole guardian of her little sister. Only: she is convinced that he was murdered. The local police don't take her seriously, but Sam and Dean Winchester, who are just taking a little pit-stop in town, believe her. The boys later discover that this is the work of a very angry spirit, and Y/N is the next target.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F!Reader/Y/N

Smut warning!

Pages of Affection AO3

You and Dean go to the library to investigate a case. While searching through some old papers and clippings, you discover a series of old love letters. Dean thinks they're stupid - you think they are romantic. In an attempt to make you feel special, he writes you a love letter.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F! Reader

Dean Winchester x Male!Reader NSFW headcanons

Dean Winchester x Female!Reader NSFW headcanons

Heaven Knows Your Name, I've Been Praying

When a mysterious string of suicides bring the Winchester brother's to Waterville Maine, they meet a fellow hunter: Cheryl Jones, who helps them with the case of La Llorona. (This will follow the course of the show. This is the beginning of the story's summary.)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F!OC

Eventual Smut!

Sam Winchester works:

Sam Winchester x Female!Reader NSFW headcanons

Murphy MacManus works:

Murphy MacManus x Female!Crafty reader headcanons

Requests Info

[thegreatwicked]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag @pickleprickle!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? Currently seven but there will be more oe shots soon...

2. What's your total A03 word count? 149,505

3. What fandoms do you write for? Currently Star Wars and the DC verse are my top two, but I also write for Assassins Creed, the Walking Dead, Once Upon a Time, Supernatural, and some Marvel.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Bet You Wish You Had Me Back (Shane Walsh x FOC) SMUT one shot

Unbreakable Bonds (Obi-Wan x FOC) Slow burn, eventual smut/romance

Shadows of Deception (Roman Sionis x FOC) SMUT. SMUT. SMUT.

After the Storm (Hux x FOC) One shot; smut, sex polle troupe... kinda.

1001 Lonely Nights (Dean Winchester x FOC) Smut, one shot

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes! I love talking to you guys, your comments make my day and make me want to write more!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I suppose it would have to be 1001 Lonely Nights, I don't currently have much angsty stuff right now but trust me thats about to change very soon as i'm dipping my toes into the murky Sith Obi-wan waters...

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I think it would have to be Bet You Wish You Had Me Back, and only because as of right now that story is complete.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I haven't but I'm sure theres someone out there with something shitty to say...

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? YES. All the smut. All the time. Give me more of that sweet and spicy capsaicin.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I haven't but there cold be a good one out there I haven't gottent o or discoveed. Truthfully I'm not a huge fan and I much prefer leaving fandom easter eggs for you guys to find.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, but that could be fun!

14. What's your all-time favourite ship? Oooh... Thats tough, I love my OCs... But If i had to choose I'd say Bruce Wayne/Batman x Selina Kyle/Catwoman. The Bat and the Cat.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I don't really know, I have lots of WIPs and I think I'm doing an ok job on all of them writing fairly frequently, for me its simple matter of 'It''ll be done when it's done' but lovely comments do tend to speed up the process. ;)

16. What are your writing strengths? I've been told my smut is very poetic and emotionally evocative and you can get a sense of more than just the physical interactions between the characters adn you have a feel for what they're going through and thinking. I've also been told I write very good first person. I like to write first person POV from established canon characters like Jason Todd, Obi-wan Kenobi, Darth Maul, etc because we don't often get a look into their minds and it's fun to wear their boots.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I really don't know, I know I tend to bite off more than I can chew...

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? It depends, I have a story I'm writing from the POV of a British character and thats similar, but I feel like, if I can't do it right and believably then best not to do it at all.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Probably Lord of the Rings. MANY moons ago.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? It's a tie between Unbreakable Bonds and Shadows of Deception. I love them both because both OCs are different and both male leads; Obi-wan Kenobi and Roman Sionis are VERY different, despite being played by the same actor. That wasn't planed, I swear...

No pressure tags! @heyhawtdawgs, @split-spectrum. @firstofficerwiggles, @ladyinwriting18. @blueeyedheizer, @thenightmarketofdathomir @acciotwinz, @221bshrlocked. @littleredwing89. @murdockussy. @kittyofalltrades. @jedianjakenobi. @eloquentmoon. @amhrosina. @rebelbluerobin @anatee, @wickedscribbles on AO3 @thefamilybruno (you too, you fantastic writer you!)

If I tagged you then I've read your stuff and its amazing, have a lovely day you fantastic people you!

[rizlowwritessortof]

Cowboy Rescue - Part 1

I have had this WIP going for AGES. I’ve finally decided that maybe if I start posting chapters, it might drive me to get it completed. (It’s complete in my head, but just getting the words down... that’s another story) I’m going to post a chapter at a time, once a week (working on the 4th, and there will probably be a total of 5 and probably an epilogue) and a fic master list once it’s done. I hope you enjoy it!

Cory makes an impulsive decision to drive from Tulsa, Oklahoma, to Montana, accepting an invitation from an old boyfriend, hoping to put closure to their failed long-distance relationship. When circumstances leave her lost in the Montana countryside in the blizzard of the century, local rancher Dean Winchester comes to her rescue. He is far too tempting to resist, but is she getting herself into just another hopeless long-distance situation? 

Pairing: Rancher Dean Winchester x OC Cory Tate

Word Count: 2839

Warnings: None. Fluff, a little angst, and eventual smut. 

Dividers by the ever-lovely @firefly-graphics​ - thank you, Daisy! 

Cory fought the steering wheel, trying to regain control, but her little SUV headed straight for the ditch. A cloud of white engulfed her as the front end completely disappeared into a huge drift, the back end sliding slowly farther in as it settled and sank into the ever-deepening snow.

“Fuck!” She slammed her hands against the wheel, throwing her head back against the seat in frustration. Now what was she going to do?

Worst day ever. First of all, the bridge on the main highway was out due to an ice jam that had damaged it, and the detour took her into a maze of gravel roads that soon had her lost. Then this unexpected blizzard, slowly worsening to the point of zero visibility, and now her car was buried in this frigid hell and she had no idea where she was. She picked up her cell phone, not surprised at all to see ‘no service’ on the screen.

“Of course. I always wanted to freeze to death in the wilderness of Montana.” A baleful glare aimed at the sky, she shouted, “If you wanted to kill me, why didn’t you just drop a meteor on my head!”

She shut off the engine, glancing at the fuel gauge. The tank was about three quarters full, so at least there was that. She’d have to bundle up and make sure the tailpipe was clear of snow so she didn’t gas herself, but she could run the heater intermittently to keep from freezing, at least. The emergency kit in the trunk had water and candles, protein bars, all the necessities for survival, but it would definitely not be fun.

She was deep in thought, preparing herself for the trip outside to grab her supplies and clear the exhaust, when a pounding on her door made her shriek in fright. Heart hammering in her chest, she peered out into the snow to see the dark silhouette of a rather large person looming outside her window. She could make out a muffled man’s voice as he shouted to be heard through her car door. “Are you hurt?”

She squinted her eyes, looking out in his direction, and shaking her head. “No, not hurt. Just stuck.”

He nodded, and spoke again. “Well, bundle up, you can ride with me to my place, it’s just down the road.”

“Oh, thank you!” she replied, relief flooding through her. She grabbed her gloves and stocking cap, wrapped her scarf around her neck, and took a deep breath before opening the door. It would barely move, and the man outside took hold to force it open far enough for her to slide out. “Thank you!” she shouted again, her voice almost lost in the howling wind.

They got the door closed again, and she locked it, shoving the keys deep into her coat pocket. The snow was mid-thigh high on her, and she gratefully took the man’s hand, letting him help pull her up to the road. It was still deep, but at least she could navigate somewhat, and she looked around for his vehicle.

“This way,” he yelled, and she followed him a few yards, then stopped dead in her tracks.

“That’s a horse!”

“Yep!” he answered. “Nothing with four wheels is gettin’ around in this mess.”

Okay, maybe freezing in her car wasn’t all that bad, she thought in a panic. She followed him closer, watching as he effortlessly climbed onto the animal’s back. “I don’t know how to ride a horse,” she yelled, her voice mostly lost in the storm.

“It’s okay, I do.” She could almost hear the smile in his voice, and she blushed, not that he could see it. “Here, give me your hand. Put your left foot up in the stirrup and just boost yourself up, swing your leg over. I’ll help you.” She grasped his large hand in both of hers, and after a couple of false starts, she launched herself upward with his help, managing to straddle the huge animal behind her benefactor. “Now, scoot up close behind me and put your arms around my waist. We don’t have too far to go.”

She did as she was told, thankful that his broad back blocked most of the wind from her face, and she held on for dear life as he urged the horse forward. “How can you even see where we’re going?” she shouted, completely disoriented by the swirling white around them.

“I can’t very well, but don’t worry. Whiskey knows her way home.”

She was sheltered from most of the wind, but in the ten to fifteen minutes it took them to reach his place, she was shivering uncontrollably from the bitter cold. He urged the horse forward until they stood right in front of the large barn, then turned slightly to speak again. “Okay, just take hold again, step in the stirrup, and I’ll help you get down. We’ll have to go in the barn for a couple of minutes so I can take care of the horse, then I’ll get you inside. It’s warm in here,” he promised. She let go of his waist, taking his proffered hand and slipping down sideways until her foot could reach the stirrup. He held her securely until she was on the ground, then swung down himself, reaching for the reins to guide the horse inside.

She followed, pulling the big door closed behind them, instantly grateful for the barn heater up high on the wall, keeping the interior livable for the animals inside. There were a couple more horses in stalls farther in, and empty stalls on the other side. “Can I help with something?” she asked, rubbing her hands together and looking up into his face, what she could see of it. The collar of his shearling coat was pulled up, his cowboy hat securely in place and his eyes were barely visible above a snow-crusted bandanna.

“Yeah, that storage closet right there? Can you hand me a couple of towels?”

She nodded, grabbing two of the big, fluffy towels from a shelf and handing them over. He proceeded to rub his horse down, drying her off and warming her up, and Cory could hear him talking softly to her as he worked. “Good girl, Whiskey,” he said as he finished up, reaching deep in his pocket for a couple of sugar cubes. “You deserve a treat. You got us home safe.” Whiskey nickered in reply, nudging her nose into his shoulder before ducking her head to nibble the sugar from his gloved hand. He turned to lift the lid on a wooden container nearby and scooped some oats into the feeding trough, then gave the animal a final pat and left the stall, latching it securely behind him. He turned to face Cory, nodding his head towards the house. “Okay, let’s get you inside.”

She followed closely behind him, still blinded by the swirling snow, and he pulled off a glove, reaching down deep into the pocket of his jeans for the key. He switched on a light as they stepped into the house, and she breathed a sigh of relief at the warmth. “You can hang your stuff up there, I’ll find you something dry to put on.”

Cory removed her outer layers, amazed at the amount of snow clinging to them, and took off her boots, brushing the snow from the legs of her jeans onto the rug by the door. A shiver ran through her, and she turned to face her rescuer as he kicked his boots off. “Thank you again. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t come by. I was just planning to get my emergency stuff from the trunk and clear the exhaust pipe so I could keep from completely freezing to death, but it would have been miserable.”

“I’m glad I saw you go in the ditch, otherwise I might’ve missed you.” He stood,  setting his boots next to the door, and turned to look at her with a smile. Her breath caught for a moment as she stared back at him, stunned into silence as she took in his appearance, finally remembering to smile back. He was a breathtaking specimen of a man, tall and lean, his green eyes crinkled at the corners, his tongue darting out over his perfectly-shaped lips, which were framed by a well-trimmed beard. He ran his fingers through his hat-tousled hair, and she forced herself to breathe and respond.

“Well, thank you again for the cowboy rescue.” He laughed, and she grinned back at him. “Hey, you picked me up on a horse, so… it fits. I’m Cory, by the way. Cory Tate.”

“Dean Winchester. Cowboy rescue. Nice. So – let me go find you some dry clothes.” He disappeared through a doorway, returning shortly with some folded garments in hand. “Sorry, these are gonna be way too big for you, but at least they’ll get you by until yours can dry out. There’s a shower in the guest room, if you want to take a hot shower.”

“That sounds awesome, thank you. Which way?”

Dean pointed to a doorway. “Down that hall, second door. I’m gonna go shower, then I can rustle us up some food. Maybe a drink.” He winked, then turned to head back towards his room.

Cory stood in front of the mirror in the guest room, feeling like a child wearing her daddy’s clothes. The sweat pants he had given her were miles too long, and she had tucked and rolled them as much as she could manage, but the waist was another issue. The sweatshirt was huge, but she didn’t mind that as much, as long as she could keep the pants up. Maybe Dean had a safety pin somewhere she could borrow. His socks were way too big as well, but at least her feet were warm.

She peered out the door timidly, then stepped out, one hand holding the pants up, and let her eyes wander around the room. The house was beautiful, old but obviously well-cared-for. The glow of real polished oak and gleaming hardwood floors gave it a warmth that she admired, a far cry from her cold, neutral color apartment. A large stone fireplace, fire just beginning to crackle and pop, took up a big portion of one wall, and a comfy-looking sofa sat nearby, a gorgeous woven rug and large coffee table completing the cozy area.

She heard a sound from the next room and ventured further, stepping through the doorway into a large, homey kitchen. Dean was just putting a skillet on the stove, and turned to face her as she shuffled in. A little burst of laughter escaped before he clamped his lips shut, his eyes shining with suppressed mirth. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t laugh, but you are drowning in my clothes.”

Cory joined in, blushing a little. “Well, I could really use a safety pin, if you have one. Or a belt? I feel like I’m going to walk right out of these pants.”

“Sorry I don’t have anything that would fit you better. Hang on, I’ll grab the belt from my robe, that should work.” He left her there alone for a moment, returning with the belt, and she took it gratefully, turning her back to get it in place, much more comfortable now that her – well, his – pants wouldn’t wind up around her ankles.

“Thank you! This is so much better. I still look like a little kid playing dress-up, but...”

Dean laughed again, grabbing a carton of eggs from the fridge. “I promise, tomorrow I’ll take the snowmobile out and bring your bags from the car. So, omelets okay with you? I’ve got bacon, mushrooms, cheese, onions – whatever you want in it.”

“That sounds amazing. I didn’t realize how hungry I am. Can I help cut veggies or anything?” Soon she was perched on a bar stool next to the island, chopping onion and cutting up mushrooms while Dean whisked the eggs. Her eyes kept roaming as she worked, watching the play of muscle in his back beneath the soft ivory henley he was wearing. And his sweat pants fit him much better than they fit her. Much, much better. She mentally shook her head at herself and tried to focus on the task at hand before she cut off her own finger.

“So, Cory – where are you from?” Dean asked, pouring eggs into a skillet.

“Tulsa, Oklahoma. I’ve lived there for a couple of years now. I grew up in South Dakota, though.”

“What the hell brought you to Montana in the middle of a blizzard?” he asked, tending to the bacon, which was making her stomach growl.

She laughed. “Well, mostly stupidity. Kind of a long story...”

“I got no place to go,” he said, shooting her a grin over his shoulder.

“Okay, you asked for it,” she smiled back. “So, I dated this guy for – well, pretty much from the time I moved into Tulsa. A couple of months ago, he got a job in Billings, and that was that. We did the whole ‘we’ll visit each other’ thing, but – never happened, and the phone calls died pretty quickly, too. But last week he called me, said there was a party – tonight, actually – with some new work friends he’d met, and he invited me to come up.” Cory slipped off the bar stool and took the plate of chopped veggies over to Dean, who began to add them to the eggs cooking on the stove. She leaned back against the counter and continued. “I debated, because obviously, neither of us was desperately dying without the other, you know? But I decided, if I just came up here, and it felt like it was over, then I could just close that chapter and move on. I mean, I could have anyway, but – since he called… I don’t know. See? Stupid.”

He smiled over at her. “No, not stupid. Nothing wrong with making sure before you close the door. I get it.”

“Well, obviously I’m not going to make it to the party, so…”

“Yeah, sorry about that.”

“Oh, well. Everything happens for a reason, right?”

When the food was finished, Dean handed her a plate and pointed to a nearby drawer. “Silverware’s in there. Want to eat in front of the fireplace? I usually do, but we can go to the dining room if you want...”

“No, that sounds great. I wish I had one at home. I always loved our fireplace when I was growing up.”

They carried their plates with them into the living room and settled in on the large sofa, and Cory sighed contentedly. “This is nice. So – your turn, I spilled my love life, so it’s only fair,” she teased with a smile. She took a bite of her omelet and closed her eyes with an appreciative “Mmmm. This is amazing.”

Dean grinned. “Thanks. Being really hungry makes everything taste better.” He finished a bite from his own plate before speaking again. “So, love life. At the moment, I don’t have one.”

“I can’t believe there’s not someone out there dying to be Mrs. Dean Winchester.”

“I’ve dated a couple of women over the last two years. The first one for over a year, but when I finally brought her out here – let’s just say the shine wore off fast. She was definitely not up for country life. She was too afraid of breaking a nail or getting dirty to do anything, and she hated the animals. They were too big and they smelled bad.”

“Oh, no...”

“Yeah. And the next one – all she wanted to do was go out. Clubs, restaurants, theaters, shopping - she always wanted to do something noisy and crowded and expensive. I don’t mind spending money, don’t get me wrong, but – I like to just sit and watch the stars sometimes, or take a walk, be somewhere I can hear myself think. I finally came to the conclusion that it takes a special kind of woman to want to live this kind of life. It’s not for everybody. Definitely wasn’t for those two.”

They chatted as they finished their food, and Dean laughed softly as Cory yawned. “Sorry. Guess I’m more exhausted than I realized.”

“Here, I’ll take your plate. Go, get some sleep. If you need more blankets, there are extras in that chest at the foot of the bed.”

She gave him a grateful smile as she stood. “Dean, thank you. For the rescue, and the hospitality. I wish I could repay you.”

He responded with a crooked smile, shaking his head. “No need. It’s been nice to have somebody to talk to.” He watched as she headed for the bedroom. “Sleep well. Yell if you need something.”

“Thanks, Dean. Good night.”

He watched her disappear down the hall, then smiled to himself as he grabbed their dishes and headed for the kitchen.

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[marvelwitchergilmore]

Folding Laundry

Summary: Dean Winchester x OC (A name isn’t really mentioned all that much so you could see it as a xfe!reader if you want) -> Dean finding her folding laundry was never a settling sight to see...

Fluff? Angst? I don’t really know.

Dean had known her for nearly a decade and in that decade, he’d only ever seen her fold washing 4 times. She would take every item of clothing of theirs that stunk, was outside of their closet (even if just been washed), or needed fixing. She would wash it all, dry it and then fold it. 

But not out of the kindness of her heart. If she wanted to do something like that she’d go on a run with Sam, play scrabble with Cas and bake Dean a pie. No, when she was folding washing, it was out of fear. It was out of panic. But she never showed it like a normal human being. 

No. Of all the ways to show she was stressed and worried and genuinely terrifed was when she folded the washing. 

The first time had been when Dean was riding the first class train to Hell. He hadn’t known her very long so just thought it was normal. That she did such a big washing load once every couple of months. Hunter’s never really got the normal apple-pie-sunday-wash life. But when he came back, he didn’t see her do it again for another two years. 

Not until Sam’s life was on the line for a front row seat to the Lucifer-Michael show. 

He’d known her long enough to understand she was going through something. They all were. But anytime he asked, she said she was fine. He knew it was a lie but there was nothing he could do to make her tell him the truth. 

The third time he saw her folding laundry was when he came back from Purgetory.

He and Sam had drove all the way to Seattle to get her back. They tried hunting together for a while but something just felt off. And when Cas came back...

They needed her. 

The Impala had pulled up in front of her house and he could see her, stood in the living room, the TV on but her mind elsewhere. If Cas hadn’t come back then he wouldn’t be doing this. He’d go and see her, eventually. But he wouldn’t be asking her to join the game again. 

“I have a career where I could either die in a fire or be killed my a demon. I’d rather be with my family when that happens than be alone.” She had told him when he explained what had happened. Or, better yet, half-explained. He didn’t have time to finish his speech until she had already agreed. 

She had hugged him so tight when she saw him. The fear of him disappearing was clear in both her grip and in her face. He’d disappeared in a flash the last time she saw him. 

She looked for him. God, she looked for him. But...nothing. Every corner she turned...it always came up empty. So, eventually, she tried to find some stability. With her team gone, stability was something that she was in desperate need of. 

And, finally, the last time Dean had seen her fold washing was when he took on The Mark. 

He could have swore that she had done it too when Sam was nearly dying from the trials because when they got back to the bunker the entire place smelt like fresh laundry. But he never saw her do it. 

But he saw her when he took on The Mark. God, she was so mad at him. Terrified for him, but so mad at him. 

She ignored him as best as she could. They’d argue, she’d call him an Idiot for doing it and then storm out. Their clothes were washed three times over when that happened. 

Washing and folding seemed to be the only thing that would stop her from screaming, crying and throwing up. She never wanted to show her fear. Her fear of loosing her family. 

She’d been there to help them through their shittiest times and through their happiest times. Just the same as they had with her. 

But now...this was the fifth time. 

Dean was walking down the hallway, a small whistle blowing from him lips when he passed her room and quickly doubled back on himself and looked in through her door way. 

If her door had been closed and he’d opened it, it would have been like entering a Lenor production factory. There were four piles of fresh laundry on the bed and a whole boat load in the basket beside them. 

“Uh...hey.”

Dean looked around her room as she entered. Could he actually see the smell?

“Hey.” Her voice was low and quiet. Mostly, her mind was concentrating on his flannel that was currently in her hands. 

Dean watched her for a few moments. She was letting her hands glide over his shirt without even looking at it as she folded it and placed it onto one of the piles. 

“You good?”

“Yeah.”

Dean sighed. “Okay.” He stepped forward and took the next of his flannel from her hands and placed it down. Her mouth opened in protest but quickly shut when he took her hand in him and pulled her towards him as he walked to sit them both at the bottom of her bed on the trunk. 

“Dean-”

“Talk to me.”

She furrowed her brows. “What are you-”

“You’re folding laundry.”

“Okay? And?” She laughed a little. 

“In all this time that I’ve known you, you’ve only done it four time, well...five.” Dean explained before nodding over to the piles of clothes behind them. “Now six.”

She smiled. “Dean. I’m fine. I promise.”

“No, you’re not.” Dean spoke her feeling aloud. “You only ever do this when you’re worried or scared something is going to happen. So, I say again, talk to me.”

She sighed and looked down to her hands, only realising now that their hands were still joined. Each of their hands in the others whilst their free hands rested ontop of each others. 

“Mel...”

She looked up. “With everything that has happened- is happening...Dean...I don’t know what to do. I thought we’d finally caught a break and now...” Mel took a deep breath and pulled her hands from Dean’s to rest her arms on her legs. She quickly covered her face and took a few more breaths. 

“Is this about Mary?”

“She was meant to be dead, Dean. And believe me, I’m glad she’s back. I’m happy that you get to spend time with her. But I can feel it in my bones. Something is going to go wrong. And I-I can’t lose you again, Dean. I just can’t.”

Dean gave a weak smile and placed his arm around her whilst his other hand covered her own as they lay in her lap. 

He placed a gentle kiss to her temple and pulled her closer. 

“You should know me well enough by now to know that not much keeps me dead for so long.”

“I’m being serious, Dean.”

“Look at me.” Dean told her. “Sweetheart, I need you to look at me.”

She did. “Whatever happens...we’ll work it out. We always do.”

She nodded after a short moment. “Just...no dying this time.”

“No dying.” Dean agreed before leaning in a little closer. 

The kiss was soft. It was slow. It was...love. Just pure love. No ties. No fight for their lives. Not yet anyway. It was just...them. 

“Oh, sorry.”

The pair pulled back and found Mary stood by the door. Somehow, this was still slightly awkward. 

“God, I feel like a teenager.” Dean mumbled under his breath. 

Mary smiled. “Out of all the things, I didn’t expect to catch my son...yeah. Um...well...you’re both grown adults. I will come back later. Um...be safe?”

“Mom.”

Mary smiled. “Okay. Okay. I’m going. I’m gone. Look, I’m gone.” She popped her head back around the corner. “But be safe.”

“Jesus- Mom.”

“Okay, I’m gone.”

Mel let out a small laugh, as did Dean. 

“Let me help you with the rest of these?”

“Sure.” She smiled.

They might not have had the most conventional lives in the world, but tonight, folding laundry...it was one of the best nights they’d had in a long time. It was one of the most normal nights they had in a long time. 

[aceditwrites]

The Master List (hi)

Master List:

Hi, i’m ace. I got really bored and i need an excuse to procrastinate on my personal writing projects so i decided to start an account dedicated to just writing. So like, you can request almost anything (limits below) like if you want like a platonic fic just ask! If you want the reader to be the kid or sibling of the character, i’ll do it! You can be as specific or as vague as you want, eventually i’ll get some prompts for help but for now, you gotta wing it. Also I’ll write for like any fandom even if i dont know it, i’ll try my hardest but i’d prefer if you stuck to the list below. Anyways yeah.  (also pfp is nyurei on picrew)

So basic rules, 

If youre an nsfw account dni, also i will not write smut regardless of age given i’m a minor

No incest 

I’m currently only doing x readers, that might change in the future but for now no ocs or ships

I’d prefer if you didn’t request x reader with an actual person, (ex. Instead of asking for a Maya Hawke x reader, ask for a Robin Buckley x reader)

If you know a character’s sexuality and you dont fit, dont ask (ex. Nico is gay, I will not write Nico x fem! reader)

Please specify pronouns when requesting 

Please keep in mind i’m not a professional writer 

Please use common sense and dont do something that makes me have to update the rules

Anyways, so fandoms i’ll write for

It 2017/2019: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Stanley Uris, Bill Denbrough, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, Mike Hanlon (specify if you want 2017 or 2019)

Percy Jackson: Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Grover Underwood, Piper McLean, Jason Grace, Leo Valdez, Hazel Levesque, Frank Zhang, Connor Stoll, Travis Stoll, Nico Di Angelo, Will Solace

Harry Potter: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Cedric Diggory, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Fred Wealey, George Weasley, Tom Riddle

Supernatural: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Gabriel, Lucifer, Kevin Tran, Crowley, Charlie Bradbury, Rowena (does girly have a last name 💀), Jack Kline (platonic only)

South park (platonic only for everyone, they’re children): Kyle Broflovski, Stan Marsh, Eric Cartman, Kenny McCormick, Butters Scotch, Tolkien Black (or is it Token? I swear its always spelled different), Timmy, Craig Tucker, Tweek Tweak, Jimmy Valmer, Wendy Testaburger 

Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous: Darius Bowman (i’d prefer if we kept it platonic with him but romance is ok i guess), Kenji Kon, Brooklyn, Yasmina Fadoula, Sammy Guiterrez, Ben Pincus, 

Marvel: Tony Stark (platonic only, so sorry) Steve Rodger, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Peter, Ned Leeds, M.J, Harley Keener, Thor Odinson, Loki Odinson, Shuri, T'Challa, Okoye

The Owl House: Luz Noceda, Willow Park, Amity Blight, Edric Blight, Emira Blight, Gus Porter, Eda Clawthorne, Lilith Clawthorn, Hooty (platonic preferred, but if you freaky like that go ahead and ask for romance, see what happens), Raine Whispers

The Umbrella Academy: Luther, Diego, Alison, Klaus, Five (would he date a kid or an adult cause-), Ben (he can be alive or yall could be ghosts), Vanya 

Idk how any of this works but uh have fun

[prettywhenibleed]

𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉𝖘 𝕮𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖉𝖊 (When Worlds Collide)

Pt 1 Supernatural/The Lost Boys Crossover FemHunter!OC x Poly! Lost Boys

TW: Some language, mentions of killing/death

WARNING!!! This fic is almost 10,000 words long so I split it into 2 parts which will be posted at the same time.

Word count: About 5k

I never really wanted this to be my life. If I had been given a choice, I would have chosen a normal, apple pie life. Unfortunately for me, that was never an option. Being the daughter of John Winchester, I was never going to be anything but a hunter. I was born and raised in the life, it’s all I have ever known. My older brothers, Dean and Sam, were raised in the life too, though Dean had four years and Sam had six months of a normal life before everything went sideways. Their mom Mary died and while Sam was too young to remember it, too young to even remember her, Dean was old enough to have lasting mental scars from it. From that night on, their lives were never the same. Moving around from place to place, staying in less than desirable motel rooms, John searched for the thing that killed Mary, learning all about the things that went bump in the night and ganking those sons of bitches along the way. Dean and Sam always being brought along for the ride, though John would leave them in the motel room while he was out working the job. As Dean got older, he started helping his dad out on jobs, Sam still being too young to be told about what was really out there for a time, but eventually, he too started to help out.

It was on one of these jobs that John met and had a bit of a thing with my mom, resulting in her getting pregnant with me. Surprisingly, John actually stuck around, leaving every now and then to go work jobs. Though my mom wasn’t a hunter herself, she knew about them and what they hunted, so she was more than okay with John’s suggestion in raising me in the lifestyle. Everything was fine for about four years, but then my mom died in a car accident. John took me, Sam and Dean and left, not wanting to stick around the place where the second woman he loved died. After Mary, he never thought that he could love again but then he met my mom and he thought that maybe, just maybe he was catching a break for the first time in a long time, but then she also died. So, continuing on the search for the yellow-eyed demon and killing whatever came their way, the Winchesters traveled the country.

This all brings us to now. All of us grown up, me being nineteen, dad has since died, Mary came back to life but then died again, my brothers and I have also died and come back, though they have died a lot more than me, friends have died and even Bobby died. We haven’t exactly had a very good run of luck. Like today. “Hey you guys want anything? I’m going on a supply run.” I asked my brothers who were both sitting at the table, books and laptops laid out on the table as they did research for the current case. “Pie.” Was all Dean said, not even looking up from his laptop. “Of course, pie. How about some cake instead?” I asked with a grin, teasing my brother. Dean shot his head up and gave me a glare. “I- Cake isn't- I swear Mia, if you get me cake instead of pie I-” I cut Dean off with a laugh. “Calm down, Dean. Don’t burst a blood vessel.” I told him, causing him to shake his head and look back to his screen. Sam all the while chuckling to himself in the background. “Besides, when have I ever forgotten the pie? That’s Sam's job.” I teased. Sam gave me his bitchface and opened his mouth to defend himself, but quickly shut it, knowing that I was right. “You want anything Sammy?” I asked him as I started walking to the steps that led out of the bunker. “Uhh, yeah. Just some more bananas. Thanks.” I rolled my eyes at Sam and nodded my head, quietly snorting when I heard Dean call him a rabbit. Leaving the bunker and making my way to the store, I started getting this really weird feeling. I didn’t know what it meant, but what I did know, was that as a hunter, you trusted your instincts and any weird feelings that you got. So I made sure that I was on alert and ready for whatever.

I got to the store, got the supplies and was making my way back to the car when I felt someone behind me. I turned around to face whoever or whatever it was and was suddenly in a warehouse. Standing in front of me, were three feathered dicks. “Oh great. What does the godsquad want now?” I asked, annoyed. The three angels just looked at me, then at each other then back at me before advancing towards me. Before I could do anything, I was grabbed from behind by a fourth one. “Look, if you guys wanna get a little frisky, you’ve got the wrong girl. I’m not really into this whole four on one thing.” I said, forcing a laugh and a grin. The one that looked to be in charge walked up to me until they were standing right in front of me and smirked. “Let’s see how funny you find this.” He said to me as he brought his hand up to touch his fingers to my forehead. Suddenly, everything went black. 

When I woke up, it was still light out. I looked around, noticing that I was on the ground and also noticing that I definitely wasn’t in that warehouse anymore. “What the hell?” I said out loud and I groaned and rubbed my head. I have no idea where the hell I was. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket to call Dean, but I didn’t have any service. I looked at my phone confused for a moment before putting it back into my pocket. I felt around and was relieved to find that my gun was still there. Letting out a sigh of relief I stood up. “At least I still have my gun.” I said quietly to myself. All I had with me were the clothes on my back and whatever I had in my pockets, which wasn’t much. Just my wallet, phone, keys and gun. Better than nothing I guess. I started walking to, who knows where. I just knew that I needed to get to a phone so I could let Sam and Dean know what was going on. It took hours of walking, but I finally got to a store. Walking in, I went straight over to the counter to ask the clerk if they had a phone I could borrow. He told me that the phone wasn’t for customers, which annoyed the hell outta me. As I turned to leave I noticed the newspaper on the counter. Confused, I picked it up and took a closer look. July 12 1983. “1983? Oh crap.” The realization dawning on me. Putting the paper back down, I left the store. Crap, crap, crap. Those feathered douches sent me back in time, no wonder my phone has no service. I walked down the sidewalk annoyed until it dawned on me that I have no way of contacting my brothers. They’re not going to know what happened to me. I would pray to Cas, but even if he did hear me and show up, it wouldn’t be the same Cas that I know. “Dammit!” I quietly cursed under my breath. Checking my wallet and seeing that I had some cash, I decided it would be best to find a cheap motel and come up with some sort of game plan.

Over the weeks then months, I did everything that I could think of to try and get in contact with my brothers and Cas and even getting desperate enough to pray to any angel that would listen. Nothing seemed to work though. I ran out of money pretty quickly and had to resort to swindling people at pool and eventually, running credit card scams. I guess it was lucky that I had my dad and brothers to teach me all this stuff because otherwise I would be screwed right now. At some point I had gotten a car and just decided to live out of that. I always kept moving, never really wanting to stay in one place for too long. I soon realized that there didn’t seem to be any monsters around, well, not that I could tell. Everything seemed almost too perfect. No monsters, no nothing. Even though there weren’t any signs of monsters, I still did my best to stock my trunk up with whatever weapons I could get my hands on. I wanted more than anything to get back to my brothers but as time went on, it being about a year since the angels sent me back here, I started to come to terms with this probably being my life now. While I was sad at the prospect of never seeing Dean, Sam, Cas and Jack again, I was also filled with a sense of hope. Hope that maybe, this was my chance to have that normal, apple pie life that I have always wanted. 

It was now 1984 and I had made my way to a place called Santa Carla. It was weird, I had never heard of this place before. There were lots of things that were different about where/when I was compared to where I am from. It was almost like, not only had I been transported back in time, but also to a different reality or something like that. I mean, it would help to explain all these things, the lack of monsters for one. As I drove through town, I took a bit of a look around. I didn’t know what it was about this place, but I felt like I never wanted to leave. Making my way to the boardwalk parking lot, I parked my car, turned off the engine and let out a sigh. “I guess this is home for a while.” I said to myself. The car park was pretty crowded, which I guess was to be expected with it being the beginning of summer. I spent the first couple weeks just sticking to the boardwalk during the day. I started to hear rumors of this place being called “The murder capitol of the world”. This didn’t spook me too much though, I was a hunter after all. Well, I guess ex-hunter now.  Tonight, I decided to check the boardwalk out and see what the night life was like. I walked around for a while just looking at things. Nothing too special happened that night and for the next few weeks, I kept going back to the boardwalk at night. I didn’t know why, but whenever I went there at night, I felt like I was searching for something but I didn’t know what it was. I had also started to feel like I was being watched. I tried to keep an eye out for whoever or whatever was watching me, but I could never find them. Well, that was until tonight. Four punk looking bikers were watching me. The second I laid eyes on them, I knew that there was something off about them but I just couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I wasn't scared of them though, it took a lot more than some rough looking bikers to scare me. As the night went on, it seemed like they were following me. I decided to test it and walked off of the boardwalk and onto the beach. I made my way to a secluded part of the beach and once I was sure that no one would be around to see or hear us, I stopped in my tracks and turned to face them.

“Why have you been following me?” I asked them, arms crossed and my eyes watching their every move. They sent me smirks and glanced at each other before looking back at me. “We saw you on the boardwalk one night and we wanted to get to know you.” The short one with a long and curly mullet said. “Yeah, we thought you looked cool, sugar.” The one with wild, blonde hair added. He looked like he belonged in a band with the way he dressed and styled his hair. “So that involved stalking me?” I questioned, my eyebrow raised in question. “Sorry about that. We didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” This time it was the tall, brunette that spoke up. He seemed genuine in what he was saying. I couldn’t explain why but I just felt as though I could trust them. It really didn’t make any sense, seeing as I didn’t even know them, but then again, nothing seemed to make much sense anymore. “So how about it, doll?” The Billy Idol looking one said. He seemed to be the leader of the group. I thought for a moment. I knew that Dean and Sam would kill me for making such a bad decision. “You guys going to tell me your names first?” I asked. Amused that they have yet to even introduce themselves. “I’m David, that’s Dwayne, Paul and that’s Marko.” David introduced himself and the others, pointing to each of them as he said their names. They all greeted me with a hello and or a wave. “I’m Mia. It’s nice to meet you boys.” From that night on, I had found myself stuck with four incredibly attractive punk biker friends. They stuck to me like glue. Well, at night they did. I never seemed to see them during the day and whenever I asked about it, they seemed to always come up with an excuse. It didn’t take me very long to figure out why. They were vampires. They never hung out with me during the day, they went off during the night when we were all hanging out, people were going missing like crazy and the way they looked at people was akin to how a predator would watch its prey. It didn’t take a genius to figure it out. Dean and Sam would kill me if they knew that I didn’t gank them on the spot when I figured it out. And to make matters worse, I had started dating them. I knew that it was wrong. I knew that I should have taken them down and saved the people of Santa Carla, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Just the thought made me sick and made me feel like if I did gank them, I would be making the worst mistake of my life. It was like I had some sort of unexplainable bond with them. 

The boys and I mostly hang out at the boardwalk but we will sometimes go back to the cave and hangout there. When they took me to the cave for the first time, I was honestly pretty shocked. I heard the word cave and thought that it would look like a, well, like a cave. But this was completely different. While yes, it was still a cave, it was filled with so much stuff and actually looked pretty homey. David had told me about the hotel that used to be there and how it was built on a fault, causing it to fall when there was a big earthquake. It was honestly really nice having people to be around again. I didn’t realize just how lonely and isolated I had become over the past year. Being with David, Dwayne, Paul and Marko made me feel more at ease and happier than I have been in a very long time. This was the first time since I got zapped here, that I have truly felt content about my situation. I know I shouldn’t be feeling so comfortable and trusting with vampires, but I knew that they would never hurt me. I trusted them with my life. I stayed in the cave with them a couple times a week, but for the most part, I still slept in my car. I didn’t want to tell the boys about this because that could lead to more questions and those would be questions I would either not have answers for, or I just wouldn’t want to answer. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what it would be like to have to try and explain to them that, not only am I a hunter, but I am also from the future and another reality. To be fair, they all had a pretty big secret that they still haven’t told me. Them being vampires. I decided to just not bring it up to them and let them tell me in their own time. Maybe that would give me the push that I needed to tell them about my own secret. Right now I was sleeping in my car. I was woken up by a knocking on my window. I shot up, gun at the ready, aimed at whoever was at my window. I lowered my gun as soon as I saw my boyfriend's face. Dwayne. I opened the door, got out and tucked my gun away. “Crap. I’m sorry Dwayne.” I told him as I closed the door. “It’s okay princess, but why do you have a gun?” He asked me, worry laced in his deep voice. I shrugged at him. “Protection.” I told him simply. Technically not lying. Dwayne nodded in understanding, though I could see that he knew I wasn't telling the whole truth. Dwayne brushed a piece of hair away from my face as he took a couple steps forward, making me back myself up against the car. It wasn’t to be intimidating though. “Why are you sleeping in your car?” He asked, his hand coming down and resting on my hip. I looked up at Dwayne. Knowing that this could make him ask even more questions, the kind of questions that I was worried about, I answered him. “I've been living in my car?” I told him but it sounded more like a question.

Dwayne stood there, his face one of shock. “You should have told us sooner.” He said, scolding me slightly but only out of worry for me. I tried to tell him that it’s fine but he didn’t want to hear it. He then asked me how long I have been living in my car for and when I told him that it’s been about a year, he all but forced me to move into the cave with him and the others. I rolled my eyes but didn’t put up too much of a fight. I didn’t mind the cave and I would be lying if I said that I wasn't looking forward to some better nights sleep. When Dwayne brought me back to the cave that night and told the others about where I had been sleeping the past year and how I would be moving in with them, they weren’t mad per say, but they, like Dwayne, weren’t too happy to hear about it. They just wanted me to be safe and wished that I had told them sooner. Though, they were very happy that I would be living with them now. It didn’t take them long to put together a room for me. They wanted to give me a space that could be mine and make me feel like this was my home because, well, it was my home now. For the next two months everything went fine. The boys and I did what we normally did. We went to the boardwalk, went on rides, played the games on the boardwalk and we all hung out at the cave. Today I had been working on my car. My  car was parked up top where their bikes normally were. I was lucky that I had Dean to teach me everything he knew about cars. It had gotten dark while I was working, so I took out the flashlight that I had and just continued. I heard the sound of gravel crunching and knew that, that meant that Dwayne was awake and had come out to help me. He would often come out and help me while I worked on my car, just as long as it was after dark. It was really nice to do something together, just the two of us. “You need some help, princess?” Dwayne asked. He crouched down beside the car and waited for my answer. “No, I’m almost done. Thank you anyway, Dwayne.” I called out from underneath the car. Dwayne being Dwayne, he decided to help me anyway. He grabbed the other torch that was in my toolbox, slid himself underneath the car with me and held the light up so I could see better. I looked at him and he just gave me a satisfied grin. 

I had always dreamed of having that normal, apple pie life but with the boys being vampires, I knew that wouldn’t exactly happen. It didn’t seem to matter though. I was probably the happiest that I had ever been. Not to say that I wasn't happy with my brothers, I was, but this was just different. I was in love. In love with four amazing guys that, I had come to realize, would do anything for me. As I would for them. They made me so incredibly happy and made me feel so safe and loved. I had finally fully accepted that I would be here forever, no way back to my brothers or my old life, and I was okay with that now. I had Dwayne, David, Paul and Marko. Speaking of Paul and Marko, I loved how wild and crazy they were. They were always stirring shit up wherever they went, usually pulling me into their chaos. I was always up for some chaos though. I mean, my life before all of this was pure chaos, but not exactly in the fun way. More in the, fighting for my life, kind of way. With Paul and Marko, it was always fun. After I had finished with my car, Dwayne helped me pack my tools away. I put the toolbox in the backseat of my car and walked over to the stairs, Dwayne right behind me. I spent the rest of the night hanging out with the boys at the boardwalk. Paul and Marko were all over me all night. They never left my side for a moment. I was standing with all of them around the bikes, I had Paul behind me, his arms around my waist and Marko was in front of me, also holding onto me. They were the two of the group that were the most comfortable with all types of PDA. David and Dwayne did show some forms of PDA but that was mostly a kiss here and there, holding my hand and a hug. Paul and Marko however, had zero shame. I was trying to talk to David but I could barely concentrate. Paul had his face in my neck, kissing it. “You okay there, doll?” David asked with a smirk, taking a drag from his cigarette. “I’m fine.” I told him with a stifled giggle. I could feel Paul laugh into my neck. “I think she’s ticklish.” Marko said with a chuckle. I could see the look in his eyes and it said that he was about to mess with me. “Don’t you dare, Marko.” I told him, jokingly. “Alright boys, leave her alone.” David told them, trying to save me from their terror. When it was time for all of us to leave, David pulled me over in his direction, wanting me to ride with him. I happily agreed, hopping on the back of his bike, wrapping my arms around him and resting my head against his back.

The next night, I was laying on my bed in my room. The boys told me that they had to go out and to “deal with some stuff” and that they would be back soon. I knew what that meant, even if they didn’t know that I knew. They were going to feed. I just told them to be safe. I spent that time listening to music and cleaning my guns. The boys obviously knew that I had guns and they actually thought that it was pretty cool. I even took them out shooting a few times, which was a good and a bad idea. While David already had experience and Dwayne was a very quick learner, Marko and Paul went a bit crazy, but luckily nobody got hurt. I didn’t know it, but the boys had gotten back and were currently going through the trunk of my car. They had snagged my keys earlier without me knowing. David was the one that had this nagging feeling that there was something that I was hiding from them. So naturally, he decided that rummaging around in the trunk of my car for, he didn’t even know, was the best idea. The boys didn’t know exactly what they were going to find, but it definitely wasn’t the haul of weapons, holy water, silver etc. in the secret compartment. Their hearts sank. Their mate was a hunter and their mate was possibly going to kill them when they found out what they were. Or worse, they thought. You already knew and you were just trying to get close to them so you could make the kill. Why you kept this charade up for so long, they didn’t know. But either way, they knew that they needed to confront you about all of this. So that’s exactly what they did. After they put everything back in its place and closed the trunk, they made their way back inside the cave and to my room.

I was now laying on my bed, a book in my hands, when they entered. I looked up at them and smiled. However, my smile faded when I saw the serious, sad and almost heartbroken expressions on all of their faces. I promptly put my book to the side and sat up. “Boys? What’s wrong? Did something happen?” I asked them worriedly. I was worried that something had happened while they were out. Maybe one of them got hurt, but I couldn’t see any injuries. David was the first to speak up. “Is there something that you need to tell us?” He asked, his voice stern and laced with malice. I gave them a confused look. “What are you talking about?” I asked David. I didn’t have any idea what this was about. “Cut the shit, Mia. We know you’re a hunter. We saw what’s in your trunk.” He said. My heart dropped at his words. Oh crap, they know. I knew that I was going to have this conversation with them at some point, but I never wanted it to happen like this. I let out a sigh and ran a hand down my face. I guess it’s happening now. “Look, I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you boys about this earlier, but it’s not exactly an easy thing to explain.” I told them. “Just tell us!” Paul demanded. He looked so hurt, they all did. Though David masked his hurt with anger. “Yes, I’m a hunter. I know what you boys are. I’ve known basically the whole time but I have no intention of hurting you. I could never hurt you.” I told them, practically pleading for them to believe me. “Then what the hell is all that shit in your trunk?” David asked angrily, his voice raised. I was now standing in front of them. “What I have to tell you is probably going to be difficult for you to believe, but I swear it’s the truth.” I told them. “Try us.” Dwayne spoke up, his arms crossed and face stern. “I was born and raised in the hunter lifestyle, it’s all I’ve ever known. My brothers, Dean and Sam, are hunters too but they aren’t here. They’re back home. I’m not from this reality or time. I’m from a different version of this reality and the year there is 2018. There are more than just vampires in my world and my brothers and I, along with other hunters, we hunt them. I was just out on a supply run when I was ambushed by some feathered douchebag angels and zapped here.” They all stayed silent as I explained everything to them, taking in all the information. When I was finished, Marko was the first one to speak up. “So, if you knew about us this whole time, had all of that stuff in your trunk and are a hunter…. Why haven’t you killed us yet?” He asked me. I gave him a small smile. “Because I love you. I love all of you.” I told them. I told them that from the moment I met them, I have felt a pull to them. A bond. Like there was an invisible thread that tethered me to them.

They exchanged glances with each other before looking back at me. Almost as if they were having a silent discussion with each other. That’s when they decided to explain to me that I was their mate. That, that’s the reason I was feeling that way and that’s why I was so drawn to them. I have heard of this kind of thing before. The vamps in my universe mate for life, so I assumed that this was the same kind of thing. I wasn't freaked out at all by this information. The exact opposite actually. I was happy hearing that we were all meant to be together. After the air had been cleared and all the skeletons were out of the closet, we all made up from our little misunderstanding. By the end of the night, we were all laid in my bed. Our bodies so tangled together that I didn’t know which limb belonged to who. I was glad that they had believed what I had told them and had forgiven me for keeping it from them for so long. They were also very happy that I was okay with them being vampires. They had lots of questions for me about my world/time and about all the different monsters, to which I happily answered as much as I possibly could. “Wait. So the vampires from your world, their faces don’t morph and ALL of their teeth grow long and sharp?” Paul questioned. “Yep.”

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[sunnys-day]

Dean's Dixon Part 1

Pairing: Dean Winchester x OC Dixon sister (eventually)

Words: 1626

Warnings: Violence, Swearing, Mentions of abuse (sexual and physical), drug use, angst, AU

Story Description: Her life hadn't been what anyone would call a fairy tale, it definitely had more signs of being a nightmare and she often wondered if this was how it always would be... who knew that the dead walking would be what changed it for the better.

Summary: An outbreak that causes the dead to walk sends the Dixon siblings running.

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Merle ran into the trailer yelling and cussing for his siblings, throwing things into a duffel and screaming about bullets. Daryl stumbled out of his room, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and it took him a minute to realize this wasn't a drug induced hysteria. He kept trying to get Merle to calm down but all he managed to get out of him was 'emergency' and 'get the hell out of here'

"MERLE! The hell's the matter?"

"I'll show you what's the matter!" He snapped turning on the TV and pointing to the screen "THAT!"

Daryl sat on the edge of the coffee table and tried to make sense of what he was seeing. The news was talking about reanimated corpses, to watch out for bites and scratches, and any updates they had but before he could get a mental grasp on it Merle turned it off and went back to packing their shit.

"Where's Junie?"

"What?"

"June, where's June?"

"Probably in her room."

"Well go get her!"

Daryl was still reeling from what he'd seen but figured they didn't have a lot of time so he knocked on their sister's door and waited for her to answer, a little surprised when he was met with silence.

"June bug! Let's go!" nothing "Junie?" he cracked the door and when he saw her bed empty he flipped on the light and that was when panic flooded his mind. Their sister wasn't in the trailer and he just knew Merle was going to blame him. "JUNE!"

"Where is she?"

"I dunno."

The brothers had just grabbed their weapons when her scream pierced through the air, causing them to rush outside where they saw her running towards the trailer with a corpse trailing after her. She had her shoes in her hand and by the cuts on her legs they knew she hadn't been watching where she was going as she tried to get away. June didn't think, the moment she saw her brothers she threw herself into Daryl's arms and held on tight, fighting back the tears. Merle shot the thing but if she thought she'd get anything other than anger off him, she was very wrong. When Merle whirled around on her, all she saw in that second was her dad.

"THE HELL WERE YOU THINKIN?!" He was scared, Merle only yelled at her like this when he was scared and while she knew this it didn't stop her from getting mad right back. "YOU KNOW BETTER THAN TA GO OUT ALONE LIKE THAT! YA TRYIN TA GET KILLED!"

"Don't you yell at me Merle! How was I ta know the dead were walkin around?!"

It wasn't often that June back-talked to her brothers, especially not Merle, but between the adrenaline still coursing through her veins and the absolute terror she'd felt only a moment ago it just came out. Merle took a step towards her and she shrunk into Daryl's side, her eyes going to the ground as she braced herself for a slap.

"Get your shit."

It was all he said and when she opened one eye and took in his retreating form she let out the breath she didn't know she was holding. She chanced a glance at Daryl and could see different emotions dance across his face.

"Ya bit?"

"no"

"Scratched?"

"I... I don't think so."

Daryl grabbed the top of her arms and roughly turned her so she was facing him, checking her over and making sure she was alright. When he didn't find anything other than the marks obviously left from the woods, he motioned for her to follow him back inside. Neither of her brothers were what she'd call affectionate but out of the two of them Daryl was the one she turned to when she was upset. Both of them would kill for her but Merle had too many of their daddy's traits and when he lost his temper it scared the piss out of her.

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The siblings had traveled for what felt like forever and Daryl and June knew that Merle's stash was starting to dwindle. He'd had to ration it, wanting it to last but that just meant his lows lasted longer and even though Daryl was driving the truck he ended up having to take the motorcycle away from Merle after he nearly crashed it into a tree.

"Daryl... can I ride with you?"

It was said barely above a whisper but he heard her all the same. Merle had been yelling at her more lately and there had been a few times Daryl had to step in so he didn't pop off and hit her. The brothers would take out their anger on one another, beating the hell out of each other because it was simpler than talking about their bullshit but Junie... she'd always been off limits. They'd agreed that after the hell their daddy had put her through that she'd never have to worry about them hurting her, but a detoxing Merle was an asshole and it was what caused her to flinch whenever he moved too suddenly around her.

"I need ya ta drive the truck."

"Merle ca..."

"Merle dipped into his stash. He's too damn high ta drive."

"Alright."

Daryl hated seeing how quickly she resigned to everything and once again wondered what cruel maker decided to give Will and Angie Dixon children. There was no doubt in his mind that if June had been born in a different family that she'd be an unstoppable force of nature. Reaching over, he tipped her chin up and offered her a lopsided Dixon smile.

"Hey, he starts being a dick and we'll stop for the night."

"So in five minutes?"

It was such a small moment, lasting no longer than a matter of seconds but seeing her brother smile made her feel a little better. She wanted to hug him and tell him to be careful but they were Dixons so she simply nodded and headed to the truck where Merle was currently passed out.

Daryl let out a sigh, running an unsteady hand through his hair. "Be careful June bug" he muttered, hopping on the bike and taking the lead.

The trio went as far as they could before nightfall and June was exhausted. Merle had gone from being in a good mood and talking a mile a minute to pissed off and yelling... she was over it. She hadn't answered any of his ramblings, just kept her eyes on the road but Merle had never put up with being ignored. He'd asked her a question about stopping and when she didn't answer quick enough he grabbed the wheel and yanked it towards him causing her to slam on the breaks.

Daryl drove over as soon as he heard the tires squeal and saw them in his rear-view mirror parked in a ditch. By the way the two of them jumped out of the truck and June was yelling he knew whatever had happened was due to Merle being an ass and how right he turned out to be. June was very obviously doing her best not to slap the smirk off their brother's face and it was clear that her reaction was a mix of fear, stress, and exhaustion.

"THE FUCK ARE YA DOING?!"

"You better watch your language young lady!"

"NO!" she couldn't believe that her brother, the one she was pretty sure couldn't string a sentence together without swearing, was telling her to watch her language. "YA COULDA KILLED US MERLE!"

"The hell happened?" Daryl asked, though he was pretty sure he could guess. Moving closer to June in case Merle eventually lost his temper.

"Merle grabbed the wheel and jerked it towards him."

"Fucks the matter with you?"

"ME? This is all her fault! I asked her a question and she thought ignoring me was the answer."

"If you'd given me a minute I would have answered! God you are such a jackass!"

Merle took a step towards her and she took an instinctive one backwards, bringing him up short. He had been so caught up in this being the end of the world, his drugs, and not dying that he hadn't noticed his sister reacting to him more and more how she had with their dad.

"I ain't gonna hit ya Junie."

She mumbled what the boys thought was 'I know' but the way she was standing brought back memories of when she was little and their dad would be going off on her. She was hunched over, head down and by the way every muscle was tensed they knew she was bracing herself for a beating.

"Junie..."

"I saw an RV up the road a ways. Why don't we see if it's safe and stop there for the night?"

The interruption was Daryl's attempt at fixing this situation and both his siblings knew it. It took a lot to get June to yell at you and even high Merle knew her reaction was due to the stress the current situation had caused and all the emotions that went along with it. For as big of an ass as he felt she knew she wasn't going to get an apology from him so they decided to shove it to the back of their mind and follow Daryl.

"Sounds good." She whispered, moving past her brothers and getting back in the truck, praying it would start again.

"Merle, hold up." The oldest Dixon turned back around and cocked an eyebrow at his baby brother. He was sure he had a whole heap of things he wanted to tell him but for now all he got was a warning. "Leave her be. She ain't done nothin wrong."

"Just get us to the damn RV"

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

A Nephilim & a Mage

A Nephilim & a Mage https://ift.tt/6LyB1Dq by DawnDrakon A Jack Kline x OC fic. "Gold, Cinnamon, Thunder, & Thorns." When tragedy strikes the town of Greenville, Washington, Harvey meets the infamous Winchester brothers, who help her discover her dormant powers as a mage. With nowhere left to go, she finds herself in the care of Jody Mills and some new sisters, the Wayward Sisters. And when her life looks like it's finally turning for the better, she meets the Son of Lucifer, Jack Kline. Hijinks ensue.   Or: I write a queer woman of color into the story to balance out storylines, fix the show's stupid shit, and have someone else Jack's age. The characters grow together, fall in love, and everyone can finally find peace.   Fic is finished, just updating as chapters get edited! Words: 10650, Chapters: 2/40, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Jack Kline, Original Supernatural (TV) Character(s), Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Rowena MacLeod, Jody Mills, Donna Hanscum, Claire Novak, Kaia Nieves, Alex Jones (Supernatural), Patience Turner, Kelly Kline (Supernatural), Apocalypseverse Michael (Supernatural), Lucifer (Supernatural), God | Chuck Shurley Relationships: Jack Kline/Original Female Character(s), Castiel/Dean Winchester, Kaia Nieves/Claire Novak, Donna Hanscum/Jody Mills, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Bisexual Female Character, Female Character of Color, Slow Burn, Fix-It, Season/Series 13, season 13 and on retelling, Retelling, Post-Canon, Fluff, Light Angst, Mutual Pining, Female Friendship, Original Female Character(s) - Freeform, Demisexual Jack Kline, new magic system, Eventual Happy Ending, I Fix the Show, when i say slow burn i mean it, Eventual Smut, Mutual Masturbation, Blow Jobs, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, female orgasm, True Love, Porn with Feelings via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/T9X1AIg May 18, 2023 at 05:21PM

[aylacavebear]

The Traveler - Chapter 8 - Earth, 2013 pt 2

You're from a specific dimension, Solaris Eclipse. It was a dimension of magic. When your kind, the Eldrathiren, turned fifteen, your unique power would awaken within you. Most times, it was something small, levitation, teleportation, creation, elemental manipulation, and things like that. Once in a while, a fifteen-year-old would just disappear, and those were called Travelers. None of them had ever returned. Your parents had told you stories about them, and you hoped that wouldn't happen to you.

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will probably be 18+ I haven't decided yet!

Word Count: 6024

Pairing Eventually Dean Winchester x OC Reader/You & Sam Winchester x OC Reader/You

Warnings: Angst, fluff, some alcohol use. A/N: Don't think there's anything else in this one. It's fairly relaxed.

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The Borhter’s POV

Dean dragged his hand over his face once he closed your door, then headed to the library where Sam was sitting, having another beer, “It’s not fair,” he grumbled. 

“She needs this time to recuperate, Dean. It's not fair to any of us. We don’t even know where Y/N from our time is right now. What dimension she ended up in,” Sam told him, then sighed.

Dean poured himself another glass of whiskey before he sat across from his brother, “This is gonna be a lot harder than I thought it would be. I have to keep reminding myself she’s only sixteen and doesn’t know how we all are together.”

Sam glanced toward the hallway where the rooms were, “She doesn’t look sixteen. That last world was hard on her.” He sipped his beer as the silence spread between them for a bit. “Let's just try to help her remember what laughter is.”

“Not gonna be as easy not being able to touch her,” Dean chuckled, smirking with the thoughts dancing through his mind.

“Hey, I’m trying not to think about that, and you’re not helping,” Sam tried to sound stern but couldn’t keep from chuckling.

“It’s also not gonna be easy sleeping,” Dean somewhat groaned.

“We’ll just have to think of it like when she has her alone nights,” Sam said, glancing over at his brother.

“I have a hard time sleeping those nights. Don’t tell her when she comes back, though. She’ll feel guilty and end up wanting to comfort me instead of taking the alone time she needs,” he told his brother seriously.

“I won’t tell her. I promise. I’m gonna go take care of her clean stuff. Don’t overdo it on the whiskey. You know she’ll be able to smell it on you in the morning,” Sam warned his brother before he headed to the laundry room.

Dean pulled out his wallet, then the picture of you he’d taken when you were seventeen and had come back for the first time, smiling as he got lost in the memory. He let his thumb gently glide across your cheek in the picture. You were in the middle of laughing at a joke he’d told you at Bobby’s. It was the day he realized he was in love with you.

“Dude, how long have you been staring at her picture?” Sam asked, setting your things down on the library table.

Dean quickly slipped the picture back into his wallet, leaning back in his chair, “Not that long. Just pulled it out.”

“Sure ya did,” Sam teased him, knowing he’d probably been staring at it the entire time he’d been gone.

“Bitch,” Dean retorted.

“Jerk,” Sam chuckled, “I’m heading to bed. Don’t beat yourself up. She’ll be back. She always comes back to us.”

“I know,” Dean mumbled, sipping his whiskey.

Sam headed to his room, knowing there was nothing he could do or say that could ease the pain his brother was going through. This wasn’t the first time they’d gone through the heartache of missing you due to your shifting. Since Sam had turned eighteen, the two of them had been trying to figure out a way to help you stay in one dimension. Up until this point, they hadn’t been able to find anything. Sam had been hoping the bunker would hold some secret spell buried somewhere in all the lore it held.

----------------------------------------- Your POV

With this place having no windows and you not knowing how to read a clock, you had no idea what time it was when you woke up. You stretched, then just laid there for a bit, enjoying the softness of the mattress and pillow. Due to the last world you had been in, you weren’t entirely sure how many hours of sleep you would get at a time, as there was no way to tell time in that place.

You pushed the blankets off, got out of bed, and headed toward the library. Neither of the brothers were there, so you headed to the kitchen. They weren’t there either. Then you checked the garage, but the car was still there, so they hadn’t left.

Where are they?

The only way you were going to be able to tell what time it was was if you went outside and you knew it. That, or attempt to find the brothers’ separate rooms and see if they were still sleeping. Sighing, you made your way up the stairs and then to the door that led outside. Opening the door, you couldn’t see any light, and glancing toward the sky, you could still see the stars twinkling in the darkness.

After closing the door, you headed back to your room, grabbing your bag and the small pile of clothes on your way. Although, you weren’t tired. How little sleep had you gotten used to having in the last world you’d been in? Your new goal for the day was learning to read a clock. You set your stuff on top of the small desk in the room, then headed back out to the library. There were so many books lining the shelves. You were sure they were filled with all sorts of fantastic information, but since you didn’t know how to read English, all you could do was admire them. You plucked one from where it was nestled on the shelf and opened it, smiling a little as your fingers danced lightly across the page filled with words. The scent of the old book almost circled around you, and you almost chuckled.

“Sam’s scent,” you mumbled, smiling a little.

You sat down at one of the library tables and slowly flipped through the book. It had some pictures but without the explanation, you didn’t know exactly what you were looking at.

“You’re up early,” Sam said, somewhat surprised as he stopped when he saw you in the library.

“I’ve been up for a while,” you replied as you looked over at him, “Will you teach me how to read a clock?”

He chuckled, “You really are adorable, Y/N. Yeah. I can teach you how to read a clock. Lemme get some coffee.” 

You felt a slight warmth in your cheeks when he called you adorable, and you weren’t entirely sure what to say in return. As he walked away, you closed the book and returned it to where you’d found it, then sat back down and attempted to wait patiently for Sam to return. 

Now on the fifth go around with numbers, several pieces of paper, Sam’s laptop open with a clock on it, you were slightly frustrated.

“Why does this seem so difficult?” you grumbled.

“What are you two up to?” Dean asked, finally awake and in the war room.

“Numbers are annoying,” you grumbled again, laying your head on your arms on the table.

“Sam, did you try with coins?” Dean asked.

“No. I was trying to teach her what the numbers were, not how to count,” Sam told him in a slightly smart-ass way.

“I got you, Sweetheart,” Dean told you, “Lemme grab some coffee real quick.”

When Dean returned, he had a cup of coffee and a box. He sat down on the other side of you, smiling.

“How are dominos going to help her learn numbers?” Sam asked, both confused but also amused.

“You’ll see,” Dean chuckled as he dumped the dominos out of the box.

You sat up a little, watching Dean. He was grouping the small rectangular objects with dots on them. Then he took some of the paper, drew numbers on them, and then put one of the objects under the number. 

“Okay, Sweetheart. Technically, these are called dominos, but right now, that doesn’t matter. I know you can count. This will help you make the correlation,” he chuckled.

Dean continued to explain his concept to you as you tilted your head in curiosity. He started at the first one. The domino had a single dot on it, and the paper had a number. Once you caught onto his concept, it was reasonably straightforward. The amount of dots equaled the number on the page. Sam just shook his head at how his brother had taught you numbers.

They did get a little complicated after ten, but with some practice, you picked it up quickly. Dean grabbed Sam’s laptop and explained how the numbers were divided by the hour and the minutes and had your wrapped attention. Once you were able to tell him the time consistently, you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.

“Thank you, Dean,” you told him happily, “Now I’m hungry.”

He chuckled, hugging you back, “You’re welcome, Sweetheart.”

Once you disappeared into the kitchen, Ssam turned toward his brother, “I can’t believe you taught her numbers with dominos,” he chuckled, thoroughly amused.

“It worked, didn’t it?” he asked, rather proud of himself.

Before Sam could answer, you poked your head out of the hallway for the kitchen, “Umm, I kinda need some help with what's okay to eat.”

“I’ll help her with breakfast. You’ll try to make her eat salad or something,” Dean told Sam before he joined you in the kitchen.

You followed him to the fridge, curiously attempting to see what he was getting out, but when he backed up, he bumped into you.

“Tell you what. Have a seat on the island there, and you can watch, okay?” he told you, trying not to chuckle at how adorable he found your curiosity.

“Okay,” you sighed. 

You hopped up onto the island but occasionally had to move to see what he was doing. You were careful, though, to avoid bumping into what he had placed on the island. The familiar scent of bacon wafted through the air, causing you to purr. You weren’t quite sure what the other two things were, but they smelled delicious as well.

“Alright, have a seat at the table,” he told you, plating up what he had cooked.

“What is it?” you asked, moving to the table.

“I give you bacon, eggs, and hashbrowns with two pieces of toast,” he explained, setting the plate down in front of you.

Your eyes followed the plate and widened when you saw the deliciousness in front of you, “Looks yummy.”

“Dig in, Sweetheart,” he chuckled before he began cleaning up.

He could hear you purring from across the kitchen as he cleaned and you ate. He was also missing the you from this time but refused to let it show. Dean knew you couldn’t feel the connection and that you wouldn’t feel it fully until Sam hit eighteen. 

You happily ate, enjoying the new food, especially when you ate some of it all together. At least now, you could tell time here, and you planned on figuring out how long you normally slept for. Once you finished eating, you took the dishes over to the sink. You’d watched how Dean had washed the other things, so decided to attempt washing yours.

“What are you doing?” Dean asked, slightly puzzled.

“Helping,” you mumbled, messing with the nobs on the sink.

He chuckled and walked over to you, “This one’s hot, that one is cold. You need hot water to wash dishes with so it gets all the food off,” he explained gently.

“I know how to wash dishes. It’s just a little different in your world than mine,” you told him, using the scents in the air to direct you to the soap and sponge.

Dean leaned against the counter and watched you, arms crossed. The hot water was hotter than you had expected, so you had to turn on some of the cold one so it didn’t burn your hands. You wondered why Sam had stayed in the library but didn’t ask. Your mind wandered for a moment.

Two mates…

“You okay?” Dean asked.

“Yeah. Sorry. I got lost in thought,” you replied, putting the now clean dishes into the drainer with the others.

“Whatcha thinkin' about?” he asked fairly curiously.

“Just stuff you don’t want to tell me about,” you answered plainly as you dried your hands on a towel nearby.

Dean sighed, “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not mad. It just sucks,” you replied, now looking up at him, “So, now what? You said I was here for two weeks.”

“I’m not sure, really,” he answered, looking like he was attempting to think of something.

You giggled at the face he was making, “Let’s go see if Sam has any suggestions.”

Dean rolled his eyes but followed you to the library, “Sam, got any suggestions for what the three of us could do while Y/N is here?” 

“Hmm,” Sam hummed, now thinking as you and Dean sat down in the library. 

You noticed how Sam had cleaned the things up from when Dean taught you about numbers and how to read time here. While Sam thought, your mind wandered again.

When does it happen? Am I in their world when they feel it? How do I get back to the right time? Where do I end up after this shift? Why do they have to smell so good? How would two mates even work? Do they get jealous of each other? 

Too many questions with no answers. You knew you couldn’t ask them. They already wouldn’t give you answers you wanted. As your thoughts traveled down a very intimate path, Sam finally spoke, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Well, we could teach you to read English so you can read some of the books. Then there are games we could play that you might like,” Sam shared, using his memories of her future self and the things they’d all done in the past.

“We could spar a little,” Dean chuckled, causing you to raise an eyebrow.

“You sure you wanna do that?” you asked, not completely understanding what he was suggesting.

“You might learn something on how to defend yourself better. Plus, it’s all in a friendly way. We wouldn’t be doing it to hurt each other,” he explained.

After mulling over what they had both suggested, you opted for learning to read English, at least to start with. Dean grumbled a little, so you told him that when you needed a break, you’d want to try the sparing with him. Seeing him smile like a happy child made you giggle.

Sam moved so that he was sitting next to you with his laptop open. You watched as he pressed the keys, and things changed on the screen. Learning how to read wasn’t too tricky, as you had picked up speaking English quickly on your first visit to Earth. He started with simple words and worked up to harder, more complicated ones.

Four or so hours later, Dean was beyond bored, and you could tell. Sam had switched from the laptop to several different lore books from the bookshelves. You found reading fascinating, along with the information the books held. A plate being set on top of the pages you were reading caused you to look up seeing Dean.

“Figured you were hungry. It’s past lunch,” he told you, attempting a smile.

“Oh. Uh, thanks, and I’m sorry. I’m not used to paying attention to time,” you replied, feeling bad.

Dean sighed and sat next to you, “Don’t feel bad. I just wanted to spar with you today, but you looked so happy reading, I didn’t want to ask.”

You gave him a small, happy smile, “Then after I eat, we’ll spar,” you replied, then looked at Sam, “Are you coming too?”

“Sure,” Sam chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.

The sandwich was delicious. You had really missed Earth food, and this one was new, with new items and flavors that made you purr as you ate. Dean had even brought you a soda. The bubbles it had, which Dean explained was carbonation, tickled your nose, making you giggle. The belch you released caused both brothers to laugh.

“Ready?” Dean asked, getting up from his seat.

“Definitly,” you replied with a mischievous smirk.

You followed Dean while Sam followed you to the gym. As Dean opened the door, your eyes widened with awe at everything inside the room. You had seen it when he’d given you the tour the day before, but this time, you were able to look at all the objects in the room. Everything was placed neatly around the room. You only vaguely knew what these items were, as you’d seen most of them on TV on your first visit to Earth.

Dumbbells and barbells of varying sizes were neatly organized on racks along the walls. Vintage boxing equipment adorned one corner of the room, its weathered leather and polished wood exuding a sense of timeless nostalgia. Heavy punching bags hung lifeless from the ceiling, their surfaces worn smooth from countless rounds of training and sparring.

In the center of the room, several thick mats lay on the floor, ready for sparring between the brothers and now you. Dean slipped off his shoes, as did Sam before they walked onto the mat. So, taking that as a queue, you did the same. 

You felt giddy as a sense of anticipation coursed through your body, watching the brothers for a moment. They had no idea what you’d learned in the last two places you’d been, or at least, you hoped they didn’t know. It would at least give you an advantage, even if this was just for fun. 

“You ready for this, kitty cat?” Dean teased, a playful glint in his eyes.

Your ears twitched in amusement at the nickname, your tail swishing behind you in anticipation, “Bring it on, Winchester,” you retorted, voice laced with determination and playfulness.

At least it would be one-on-one, as you weren’t sure you could manage both of them at the same time. You and Dean nodded in agreement before you both lunged forward simultaneously. Your movements were a blur of speed and agility. However, your cat-like abilities gave you the upper hand.

Dodging Dean’s hits and attempted grapples was simpler than you had expected, and you wondered if he was going easy on you. So, after dodging yet another punch, your muscles coiled like a spring as you countered with a swift kick to his side. Hoping back a couple of steps, you smirked, looking at him.

He grunted as Sam chuckled. Dean stumbled back a bit, but his grin widened into a smirk, “Not bad,” he admitted, his eyes alight with excitement, “But let’s see what you’ve got.”

“Sure you aren’t going easy on me, Winchester,” you chuckled, distracting him with your words.

Wasting no time, you launched another attack, your movements fluid and precise as you danced around Dean’s defenses with practiced ease. Your cat-like agility allowed you to move with lightning-fast reflexes, darting in and out of his reach with grace and finesse. You found it fairly fun to just tap his body instead of actually hitting him. Just showing him you had the ability was far more amusing.

The few hits Dean did get in were light in comparison to things you’d fought before. Although, you were still fairly certain he was going easy on you. He did manage to block several of your jabs, but it taught you how he moved, making further hits far easier.

“Pretty sure she’s up on hits, Dean,” Sam chuckled from the sideline.

Dean refused to take his eyes off you, watching how you moved, “Shut up, Sam.”

In one last swift movement, you knocked his feet out from under him, chuckling as he landed flat on his back, “That the best you’ve got, Winchester?” 

All he did was smirk as he grabbed your leg, pulling you to the ground with him, where he attempted to pin you, “Just a friendly sparing match, Sweetheart.”

You smirked, not only getting out of his hold but turning things around so that you were now pinning him, “Still think you’re going easy on me.”

“All right. That’s enough for one day,” Sam chuckled.

“What? Worried I’ll pin you too?” you asked Sam, not taking your eyes off Dean.

“Alright, Sweetheart, let me up,” Dean chuckled.

You rolled your eyes, letting go of him and moving so he could stand. You had no idea that he knew your weaknesses, although he wasn’t going to use any of them. You were far too young for him to use those particular tactics this time.

“No. Just figured we could all relax with a movie before dinner,” Sam chuckled again as he slipped on his shoes.

“I like movies,” you replied happily, picking up your shoes so you could just toss them into your room. Walking around in socks was far more fun as you could slide across the smooth floor of the bunker.

Halfway through the movie, you looked over at Dean, who was to your right in the chair again, debating the question you’d been thinking about since you’d gotten there. “Do you know where I’m going to end up after here?”

Dean paused the movie and looked over at you, as had Sam, “All I can tell you is that it won’t be as bad as the last place. You still have to be careful, though,” he answered, hating he couldn’t tell you more.

You sighed and looked back at the TV screen, so he pushed play as the brothers shared a silent conversation through their expressions.

Dean again carried you to your bed that night, as you hadn’t wanted to go to sleep after one movie, and left you with Sam to watch another while he had made dinner. The three of you even ate while watching the movie.

That first week passed quickly, too quickly for you. There was laughter, teasing with light banter and jokes, and there were too many times when you’d get quiet or they would. It was those awkward moments you wanted answers for. 

You also realized you had horrible sleeping habits. Some nights, when you’d go to sleep, you’d sleep for six hours; other times, it was only a couple, and you’d end up needing to nap during the day. It took almost that whole first week to fix that, so you were sleeping all night. On the nights you were awake, you’d spend your time in the library, reading the lore books.

During those times when you’d read, your mind drifted to your interactions with the brothers. The way they would look at you when they thought you weren’t paying attention. Their scent was also different from the last time you’d seen them. They always acted as though they wanted to be closer to you but were keeping their distance on purpose.

That second week, Dean introduced you to his music. Due to your hearing, he couldn’t turn it up as loud as he usually would have. He did watch you, though, as you listened to the words and the beat, adoration in his eyes and a soft smile. Sam chuckled, watching the two of you. Some of his music you really enjoyed. The ones with an upbeat sound made you want to move your body along with it. The slow ones weren’t your favorites, but you listened to them because you were curious as to what they were about and why Dean liked them.

When you asked Sam about the kind of music he liked, Dean just rolled his eyes. Then, he went to make some food while Sam shared some of his favorites with you. You noticed Sam had more love songs mixed in with lighter rock music, some country, and more recent things. Some of the songs were even sweet, making you smile a little.

“There’s nothing like that where I’m from,” you told the brothers as the three of you ate some lunch Dean had prepared.

“There’s probably nothing like it in any dimension that isn’t similar to Earth,” Dean chuckled.

“Is there any more pie?” you asked curiously, but also wanting to change the subject. You could tell that the brothers didn’t completely agree on music.

“Sorry, Sweetheart. You had the last slice a few days ago,” Dean answered, feeling a bit bad that they were out.

“I can go make a run, pick some up,” Sam offered, knowing his brother needed this time with you more than he did. He also had far more patience than Dean did.

“Really?” you replied, your ears perking up at Sam’s words.

Sam chuckled, “Yeah, really.”

You jumped up from your seat, quickly going over to Sam and hugging him tightly, overjoyed. “Thank you.”

He gently put his arm around you, holding you close rather than hugging you. “You’re welcome.” There was also a softness in his tone and his touch, which you didn’t miss. It made all those questions circle through your mind again. You watched Sam head to the garage before you sighed and sat back down, confused and mildly frustrated.

“What’s wrong?” Dean asked you from across the table.

“Just questions you won’t answer,” you grumbled.

“Sweetheart,” Dean sighed sadly.

“I know. You can’t tell me stuff. It just sucks, that’s all,” you replied quietly, fidgeting with your fingers.

“Come on. Let’s play a game,” he offered, trying to brighten your mood and change the subject.

You tilted your head at his suggestion, puzzled but also curious as your ears perked up. He went over to a shelf on the far side of the library and grabbed a rectangular box before sitting back across from you, smiling like a little kid. You found him looking fairly adorable at that moment.

“This is a game called Sorry. Since you can read now, it should be easy enough to follow along,” he explained.

Dean explained the rules and that you had to pick a color for the pieces that would be yours. So, you chose blue, and he chose red. The two of you played the game, and you got the hang of it quickly, realizing you did have a bit of a competitive side, which the game brought out. You were on the second game, halfway through it, when Sam returned with the pie.

Before you could tackle him with another hug and grab the bag containing the item you wanted, he held it above his head, causing you to pout.

“I’ll put a slice on a plate for you. You can’t have the whole thing in one sitting,” he told you, attempting to keep from chuckling as you tried to reach the bag he held over his head. Perhaps if you weren’t 5’2”, you might have been able to reach it better.

“Come on, Sam. Let her have the pie. One time won’t hurt her,” Dean chuckled, trying to persuade his brother.

“You’re as bad as she is,” Sam chuckled, finding you rather amusing as you still were attempting to reach the bag.

“Pwease,” you begged, pouting slightly, trying to give him those kitten eyes.

It took everything in Dean not to lose it laughing as Sam sighed, giving in and handing you the bag that contained the pie. You were acting like an adorable kid, and he couldn’t tell you no when you looked at him like that; neither of them could. You may not have known that at the time, but you’d learn later on.

“Lemme get you a fork,” Sam chuckled.

You were grinning from ear to ear as you sat back down, pulling the pie out of the bag and setting it on the table in front of you. The aroma filled our senses when you opened the package, closing your eyes to commit it to memory. You were so lost in enjoying the apple pie in front of you that you’d completely forgotten about the game you and Dean had been playing.

“So, you want to take your turn or just eat your pie?” Dean asked through a chuckle, making you giggle.

“We can keep playing,” you answered, then took another bite of pie before taking your turn.

Throughout the rest of the day, the three of you played different board games. Though, Dean suggested you cook with him when dinner time rolled around. The way the stove worked fascinated you. He didn’t have to build a fire or get the coals to the amount needed for whatever needed cooking. This thing, you just turned a nob, and the fire appeared under the burner. Then, you could adjust it to the strength you needed the flame. Yeah, you’d watched him cook before, but this was the closest you’d been to the stove so far when he started.

“I’m gonna teach you how to make those burgers you like so much,” he explained.

Smiling like a little kid again, you opened the fridge and pulled out the things you’d seen him grab before when he cooked these things. Like bacon and ground meat. Then, there were the toppings that he cut up, along with cheese.

“Somebody’s eager,” he laughed, watching you.

“I love these things. No other place has had anything like this,” you admitted, still smiling as you placed the items on the island for him.

Dean explained every step as he did it, starting with putting the ground meat in a medium-sized bowl and then adding the spices before mixing them into the meat. You helped him form the patties, watching carefully how he did it so you could mimic the outcome.

After washing your hands, Dean explained the cooking process, starting the burgers in one pan and the bacon in another. He even came up behind you, holding your hands gently. He showed you how to hold onto the handle of the pan while flipping the burgers with the spatula in your other hand.

It felt nice to be close to him, comforting in a way. He didn’t stay there long, though, before he leaned against the island and sipped his beer, just watching you cook.

He began slicing up the toppings, and you wanted to help with that, too. So, he explained how thick things needed to be, and you grabbed the onion, following his directions. The onion made your eyes and nose water, which was somewhat annoying but made Dean chuckle. Sam had even come to watch the two of you from the kitchen doorway, smiling softly at the scene of the two of you.

“Smells amazing,” Sam said with a smile as he finally joined the two of you once it was done cooking.

“She’s a quick learner,” Dean smirked, watching you plate up a burger for yourself.

“It helps when I have a good teacher,” you smiled, looking at the two of them, plate in hand. “Are we watching another movie or eating at the kitchen table tonight?”

“We can do another movie. How about an action one this time?” Dean asked.

“I think that’d be okay,” you replied, then headed toward the room with the huge TV.

And that was how most of the second week went. Dean taught you how to cook, the three of you played board games and watched movies, and the two of them taught you a few new things, one of which was how to use a gun and how it worked. Since you knew how to read at this point and had read several of the lore books, they also taught you what killed what in their world. 

You woke one morning, near the end of the second week, feeling a pull toward something. It wasn’t the scent you’d been following. No, this was a different sort of feeling. You dressed, then made sure your bag was packed with all your belongings, including the new things the brothers had given you. 

I don’t want to leave, but I know I can’t stay.

It was early, just after seven, when you set your belongings on one of the library tables. The oddest thing about this particular visit to Earth was that you hadn’t gotten any abilities like you had in the other worlds. 

Perhaps it’s because this is the future here and not the present time?

Your ears drooped as that familiar scent drifted along the air.

Almost time…

Now, all you had to do was wait until the brothers woke up and came into the library. You knew that if you walked out of that room, you’d end up in another dimension. That was how it always happened. The scent would come, and you’d walk through some sort of space between two objects or a doorway, and then you’d be in another dimension. You closed your eyes and really took in the scent this time: the scent of the pages of an old book, pine, apple pie, oil, coffee, mint, and that one shampoo in the shower you thought smelled almost like pine but slightly different. It was the brothers’ scents, all mixed together, but it wasn’t like what they smelled like now. It was from a time that you wanted to get back to, as this was the future and not where you were meant to be.

“You okay?” Sam asked, pulling you from your thoughts.

You gave him a small, sad smile, “It’s time, Sam. I have to go.”

Without hesitation, he went to you and pulled you into his arms, holding you close. It was far more than just a hug, “We will see each other again. You always find your way home, Y/N.”

“Thanks. I didn’t want to leave, without saying goodbye and… thank you, for everything,” you replied quietly, wrapping your arms around him.

“I’m gonna go get Dean. He’ll want to see you too, before you go,” he told you quietly, although he didn’t want to let go of you, not yet.

“I’m really gonna miss you guys,” you said, now fighting back tears of sadness at leaving them yet again.

Sam gently squeezed you one more time and kissed the top of your head before he headed to wake up his brother. The two returned shortly afterward. You hadn’t gotten ready, not quite yet. It would have been challenging to hug Dean with your stuff on you.

“Has it really been two weeks already?” Dean asked, now wide awake.

“Yeah,” you sighed.

He then wrapped you up in a hug, but it was more like an intimate embrace. So, you put your arms around his waist and held him just as close. The goodbyes last time were bittersweet as well. This time, though, it felt harder.

“You’ll be okay. You always find your way home, Sweetheart,” and there was a softness in his words that made you both feel comforted but also like you wanted to cry.

“I’m looking forward to when I can finally stop dimension-hopping,” you mumbled, leaning your head on his chest.

“We’ll never stop looking for a way to help you with that,” Sam said, and you realized he was now standing next to his brother.

The two of them hugged you, sandwiching you between them. The feeling of safety, comfort, peace, and then something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on made you want to stay. You knew better, though. Fighting against following the scent only ended up hurting you in the long run.

When the scent came again, you pulled away from the two of them, tossing your bag over your shoulder and grabbing your spear before you looked back up at them.

“I’m gonna miss you two,” you told them, trying not to look as sad as you felt.

They both gave you a comforting smile, “We’re gonna miss you too. Hell, we miss you now, but we’ll see each other again,” Dean tried to reassure you.

With a deep breath, you walked toward the opening between the library and the war room, the scent drifting along the air, beckoning you to follow. You looked at the brothers one last time, trying to commit their appearance to memory before turning toward the opening, then stepped down the two steps toward the war room when everything changed.

----------------------------------------- Chapter 9 - Aqualumina

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Inter Vivos: A woman's search for her missing sister leads her to Volterra. Eventual Marcus x OC, In Progress

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Trivia: The Goddess of the crossroads ponders the upstart little stain who’s declared himself King. Crowley x Goddess, 2k, complete

Cookie For Your Soul: semi-autobiographical bisexual threesome Crowley smut. Crowley x OC, 5k, complete

Of Use: Rowena has a fling with a white witch, who thought she had no illusions and is ultimately proven wrong. Rowena x OC, 2k, complete

Sherlock: 

Madness: Moriarty met another Doctor Watson during his time at Barts. Sherlock is convinced this is very important. Jim thinks this is fucking hilarious. Moriarty x OC, 56k, complete

Yu Yu Hakusho: 

Nana: When Dr. Ichigaki can’t get his hands on Yusuke Urameshi, he decides the boy’s cousin is the next best thing. Ren Nakano has a Bad Time. Kurama x OC, 100k, On Hiatus

Marvel Cinematic Universe:

Learning to Fall: A risk-averse ex-SHIELD agent gets roped into swing dancing with the Winter Soldier, which she finds marginally preferable to Natasha Romanoff trying to push her down a flight of stairs. Bucky x OC, 10k, On Hiatus this one’s probably abandoned tbh the MCU just doesn’t excite me

Meta:

Pirates of the Caribbean:

Will Turner is Not Smart

Will Turner is Not Smart: Dead Man’s Chest Edition

Will Turner is Not Smart: At World’s End Edition

[rp-partnerfinder]

😈Supernatural Roleplay // Omega Male Oc X Alpha Sam Winchester😈

Hey there, I’m an 18 year old roleplayer in search of someone 18+ to play as an older Alpha Sam against my oc!

It had been three months since Dean’s death, a heart wrenching moment in Sam’s life. It was painful but his brother was ready to go and now, it was Sam’s time to live his life.

Sam had left the bunker to start a new life, only occasionally hunting every once in awhile whenever someone would call upon him. Him getting his own apartment Lebanon, Kansas not wanting to be far from the bunker, just in case. The man becoming a librarian at the local library, which is where he had met an omega, a younger man that Sam had been attracted to. Eventually asking the man on a date.

I’m fairy literate, I’d love for the roleplay to include MPREG elements!

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[prpfs]

😈Supernatural Roleplay // Omega Male Oc X Alpha Sam Winchester😈

Hey there, I’m an 18 year old roleplayer in search of someone 18+ to play as an older Alpha Sam against my oc!

It had been three months since Dean’s death, a heart wrenching moment in Sam’s life. It was painful but his brother was ready to go and now, it was Sam’s time to live his life.

Sam had left the bunker to start a new life, only occasionally hunting every once in awhile whenever someone would call upon him. Him getting his own apartment Lebanon, Kansas not wanting to be far from the bunker, just in case. The man becoming a librarian at the local library, which is where he had met an omega, a younger man that Sam had been attracted to. Eventually asking the man on a date.

I’m fairy literate, I’d love for the roleplay to include MPREG elements!

give a like and anon will get back to you