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Even Though it Hurts

Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Remus Lupin & Son!Reader Summary: You have a will power than no other. Word Count: 2,032 Request: “ Hi, I love your writing so much. Can you do dad!Remus Lupin x son!reader, where the reader is in secret relationship with Seamus and Remus find out? Just some super angsty story, cuz I live for angst (I knew Remus will be supporting parent). Thank you✨” A/n: Okay, I tried my best to make it angsty. WARNING: homophobia, homophobic slur, anxiety

It’s not like you wanted your dad to know.

You didn’t really know what was going through your mind, really, because you know your old man. Your dad was a loving father, he supported you in anything you had interested in. If you were into potions, he would try and get to a little chemistry set - muggle kind that wouldn’t end up exploding the house. If you were into muggle history, he would take you to the museums wherever you lived at that moment.

If you were interested in quidditch, he would give you books about the history of quidditch and the rule book. He even tried to get to a broom with his own money, but he had to dip into your mother’s money (which was reserved for you and anything you wanted, it was open to Remus as well because before she died she really loved Remus.)

But, you weren’t sure if he would support you in a new revelation of yourself.

That included kissing pretty boys in the corners late at night.

Granted, when you spent a summer with Remus and Sirius, they talked about how they had a relationship before Remus got with your mother and Sirius whored about.

Still, it was something you were terribly scared of. Your best friends have tried convincing you and settle your racing mind that you were overthinking it and that Remus would love you no matter what you were or have done.

“You take your time, babe, but I don’t know why you’re stressin’. Your dad is sound and he’ll take the news fine!” Your boyfriend says as you sighed, closing your book.

“Everyone is saying that Seamus, but that doesn’t eliminate the slight possibility that he wouldn’t approve.”

“I think it does, (Y/n),” Seamus replied, giving you a pointed look, “Why are you so afraid?”

You stare at your boyfriend, “I’m going to bed.”

“Wha-?”

“Night.”

Seamus watches you tuck yourself in bed, moving the pillows around you so that your boyfriend could slip into bed with you. You flick your wand to turn off the lights as Seamus watches you dumbfounded.

You rubbed your hand as you make it to your next class, which was transfiguration, you smiled at your boyfriend - managing to give him a kiss on the cheek as he flushed red. You moved to stand with Ron and Harry as Dean teases Seamus.

“A minute to the hour, what took you so long?” Ron asked you as you shrugged your shoulder.

“Caught up in the library, sorry,” You replied as you sat down.

Harry was next to Ron as you sat down next to Seamus, who was jabbing you in the side trying to get your attention. McGonagall starts the lesson and Hermione randomly appearing out of nowhere. No one batted an eye throughout that lesson, it was a double before the end of the day.

So, when the lesson finishes, McGonagall calls you to stay behind. You tell Harry, Ron and Hermione not to fuss over you as you held Seamus’ hand a bit longer. Seamus was the last to leave, giving you a supportive look because as much as McGonagall was lovely - she sure can be intimidating.

“Mr Lupin,” she says, calling you over to her desk as you meekly pulled your shoulder bag further onto your shoulder as you walk towards her, “Have a biscuit.”

“I’m okay, Professor,” you replied.

She narrows her eyes, “What was the punishment she gave you.”

Of course, your head of the house would clock on. She had seen how happy you were at the end of the fourth year, how you were so comfortable with showing off that Seamus was yours. She could tell there was a behaviour change in you because as the fifth year started - she knew you weren’t stressed about the subjects.

You were a smart kid, but this was something concerning. You avoided being seen with Seamus unless it was in the privacy of the common room and the bedroom.

“Let me see your hand,” She held her hand out and you knew you had to comply because she wouldn’t let you out of the room.

You gave her your non-dominate hand as she examines the injury. She didn’t like how it was still red, it told her that it was a fresh open wound as bruises started to surround the vile words.

“(Y/n)...”

She looks up at you and you already had started to sob, it was almost her motherly instinct that kicked in as she abruptly stood up and beckoned you to sit down as she soothes your back.

“It wasn’t bad at first, you know?” You started to explain, “At first they were about dad and how he was a werewolf.”

McGonagall could see the scarring of the old sentence you had to write, “WEREWOLVES ARE VILE MONSTERS.”

She watches you cry harder as you started to hiccup, with a flick of her wand, a glass of water was starting to make way towards you.

“Catch your breathing, darling,” She says to you, rubbing your back, “I guess the wench found out about you and-?”

You chuckled, surprising her because honestly you hadn’t expected so much venom from a well-kept woman like Professor McGonagall and you weren’t expecting her to comfortably call Umbridge names.

“Yes, she called me in first, gave me the option to either take the punishment or let Seamus. I couldn’t let him do that, and then she told me not to say a word to dad because if she found out, she- she...”

McGonagall could and would throw her shit if she could. No-one should be able to harm the students at all cost, Hogwarts was a place of safety and inducing fear in the students was the last thing she wanted.

You hiccupped, “She would find where dad would be and make sure he would pay for his actions - I don’t know what she would charge my dad with, but, I can’t lose my dad like I have with my mother. He’s all I have left. I can’t hurt my dad, I can’t hurt my boyfriend, even if it kills me.”

She stares at you in silence, because a young teenager shouldn’t have to think like that.

“Alright, I’ll write you off for the rest of the week, and let me bandage your hand.”

Perhaps you were terrified to tell your dad about the punishment you have to endure, perhaps you were terrified how your dad would react that you rather endure pain and homophobia than tell him. You know that your dad would lose his cool.

McGonagall tends to your wound, she doesn’t want to see the nasty words on your hand and she knows full well you didn’t want to either.

You leave her classroom to go back to bed, luckily, it was nearing Christmas so Christmas break was soon to come.

You spent many days talking to McGonagall, she couldn’t stop you from going to detention, so no matter how many bandages you go through, you could feel the pain of two sentences branded on you.

“WEREWOLVES ARE VILES MONSTERS.”

“I AM A DISGUSTING FAGGOT.”

You managed to go home early due to the attack on the Wesley family, as you were considered part of their family as well as Hermione and Harry, they allowed you to go home - home as in the base of the Order.

You weren’t sure how to confront your dad as you tried spending your time sending letters to Seamus.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

You slammed your hand down on the desk as your head the voice before meekly turning around to see your dad, raising a concerned eyebrow.

“You scared me,” You sighed out, putting your feather down into the ink, “Announce your presence at least dad!”

Your dad chuckled, “I apologise, next time I will knock before speaking.”

You smiled as you turn yourself to look at him as he slowly enters the room, he wonders why you were cooped up in the room. Hermione was often seen downstairs reading a book whilst Ron and Harry was busy with themselves. But, you, you rather stay in your room.

“Are you ill?”

“Partly,” You responded far too quickly, you were nervous for some reason - the same nerves that ran down your back when you were in Umbridge’s office.

When you were in “detention” she would rather have you answer quickly, you feared too much that you would reprimand. You pulled your sleeves down just to cover your hands.

“Running a bit of a fever, I’ll just sleep it off, dad.”

“(Y/n),” Remus narrowed his eyes at you, his chilled son that was much more of an anxious mess, “What’s going on? I’ve noticed that you’re sporting the same bandage as the twins and Harry.”

“Well-”

“And they told me it was because of Umbridge,” Remus continues, not meaning to interrupt you, “Son, what did she make you write?”

Remus hated the woman after she was the one to put up the suggestion on the law of werewolves, he would hate himself, but the tears confirmed his fears.

“I’m sorry!” You cried, looking down to cover your face with your hands.

“Shh, my boy,” Remus strides to give you a hug, he kneels in front of you as he lightly grabbed your hand, “May I?”

You sniffled and slightly nodded, you allowed your dad to wrap the greyish bandage. He didn’t know what he was expected, but the words that were scarred into you was worst than he thought. He wanted to throw up, he could understand the werewolf one - you are paying for his condition.

“Can you explain to me the other-?”

“Please don’t hate me!” That was your immediate response.

It wasn’t the confident response that Remus has in mind, he didn’t care if you were gay - you were still his son and he wouldn’t see you any differently. After all, he was a werewolf and you didn’t care at all - and he was considered a threat.

He hoped that if you ever had the need to come out to him, he was expecting you to send him a letter that you were bringing home your boyfriend to meet him because you were so confident that your dad would welcome him with open arms. But, not this.

“(Y/n), I would never hate you for being gay,” Remus spoke firmly, “I love you with all my heart and you liking boys wouldn’t change the fact.”

“But-”

“My darling boy,” He says softly, “Were you afraid of my reaction because of the fear that Umbridge had instilled in you?”

You didn’t respond but that was enough for him to understand the situation as he sighs, rubbing his thumb on your forehead before bringing it close to his lips, placing a family peck upon your temple.

“I’m not mad nor will ever be mad, okay?” You nodded, it doesn’t settle the anxiety in you and Remus knows that, “So, do you have a boyfriend?”

Remus changes the topic, get you to relax first before forwarding the situation with you and the fear you had. You looked at him confused at the sudden change of topic before softly smiling to yourself at the thought of your boyfriend.

“It’s Seamus.”

“Seamus?” Remus says, narrowing his eyes, “The pyromantic maniac?”

You nod.

“Well, I guess it’s not Draco,” Remus says as you smiled at your dad, who gives you the same loving smile, “Though, when we’re able to have visitors - we’re not allowing Seamus to use magic. I cannot risk having someone blowing up the house!”

“I mean, that is fair,” You agreed with him, Remus chuckles, “You promise you’re not mad?”

“There’s nothing to be mad about, son, now are you more comfortable to talk about your hand?”

You looked at him, it was now or later and you didn’t want to experience the dread of that conversation. You take a deep inhale and exhale before giving Remus a nod. Your dad perched himself on your bed, preparing to hear your story.

“I want to hear how you and Seamus got together first, actually.”

“Really dad?”

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x-ladyathena-x · 3 years

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Dean Winchester x Reader

Multi-POV (mostly reader POV with some Dean POV mixed in for clarity and understanding of the situation)

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Fluffy Smut, Smutty Smut, idiots in love

Word count: 4k - Buckle in, it’s a long one! (that’s what she said?)

Summary: An evening at the bunker planning your next hunt takes a romantic & steamy turn as you and Dean confess your feelings for each other.

You’d just finished a hunt and made it back to the bunker. Tired and exhausted, you see Dean at his computer, probably researching the next job.

“Welcome back, Sunshine!” he yells across the massive room, eyes never leaving his computer screen.

You roll your eyes at the pet name, but laugh at the same time. “Smartass.” You mumble under your breath at him.

“Aww, you’re the sweetest, y/n” Dean smirks at you with his goofy fake cheesy grin.

After a little playful banter back and forth, you unload your gear and slump down into a chair at the table that Dean is sitting at with his laptop.

“whew! I’m beat.” You say, rubbing your eyes.

Dean Drains the last bit of the beer he’d been sipping on and gets up for another. He holds up his empty bottle, “want one?”

“yeah, grab me one too.” You say, thinking about the ice-cold deliciousness awaiting you.

Dean walked back to where you were seated. You’d pulled out your laptop by this point and had started running a map spread.

He walked up, opened your beer for you and presented it to you like a waiter in a fancy restaurant would present a bottle of Champaign. “Your beverage, ma’am.” Dean says with a slight bow.

You laugh and take the beer. While you throw your head back, savoring that first sip, you don’t notice Dean watching you with a little smile on his face from having made you laugh.

You set your beer down. “Ok, come look at this.” You say. You’ve got the map pulled up on your screen.

Dean comes up behind you. He places one arm on the back of your chair, the other balancing his weight on the table. You’re acutely aware of how close he is to you. Your body stills. The world around you slows, moving in slow motion. You can feel him hovering right over your shoulder and it feels like an electric charge coursing through your skin.

You swallow. “Right here.” You say, pointing to the screen. “we’ve got intel on vamp nests; here, here, there, and way over here. I think we should begin with this one.” You say pointing to the blue dot. “But I’m not sure when we should hit the others.”

Dean leans forward. He moves his hand from the back of the chair to your shoulder. His fingers graze the skin of your exposed neck. He points to the screen with the other hand. “Well green would definitely make sense to hit after blue. But, as for red and yellow? Shouldn’t make much of a difference which of those we hit after that.” His hand was still on your shoulder and he gave it a quick squeeze. “See? Easy as pie!”

He stopped, hesitating, and looked down at where his hand was. His eyes suddenly became hungry.

Dean slowly began trailing his fingers along the exposed skin on your neck. You leaned into his touch, his hands – his hands! You could feel the strength and power in them at their touch. Oh, that rough touch. It set every molecule in your body humming. When you let out a small groan of pleasure, you could have sworn you felt deans body waver for a moment.

Gently, he moves a wisp of hair that had fallen down the nape of your neck. Taking his time, he allowed his fingers to brush through your hair, making goosebumps appear on your skin.

You shudder and bring in a short gasp of breath at the light, deliberate touch. Gah… this man could bring you to your knees with one touch. Just melt you into a puddle.

Umm, wake up, y/n! you think to yourself. You’re a badass hunter. Humans and creature alike literally fear your name! And here you are melting at the touch of (of all people) Dean effin Winchester… Ugh, get it together, y/n!

You’d never told anyone but you actually really liked Dean. A lot. He’d been on your mind more than usual lately. Maybe it was all the time you two had been spending together? He was fun and funny. And Charming… Oh yea, charming. So charming he just loved charming his way into the pants of every girl he met. You felt your teeth clench at the thought.

Am I jealous? Is this jealousy? You think to yourself. Jealous… jealous of what? Nothing. Something? You didn’t know why you felt that way. Dean wasn’t yours, after all. You knew he only saw you as a friend. Someone to joke around with, hang out with on your days off. He’s made moves on other girls. If he were interested in you, he’d have tried to make a move already. But he hadn’t. Just a little light hearted flirting, but you knew that was his personality. So that’s that. But- but, this?

What was this? What was happening right now?

Dean leaned down and pressed his lips to the back of your neck, resting his forehead against your hair. A deep sigh and the soft flutter of eyelashes tells you that he closed his eyes as he breathes in your scent.

Was this it? Was he making his move? The feel of his face nuzzled in your neck lit a fire burning in your belly. Him. You wanted him. Needed him. And his body language suggested that he wanted you just as bad.

“Dean...” you say breathlessly.

“y/n, I- “

The sound of your name brings you back to your senses somehow.

Making his move. You think to yourself. On you? Who does he think you are?! Some tramp from the bar? How can this man both infuriate and arouse you all at the same time?! This was starting to feel like an emotional roller coaster that you wanted to get off of.

You clear your throat and decide to lay down the law. You needed to let him know that playing around wasn’t your thing. And, of all people, he should know that about you, ugh.

“I’m not one of your conquests. Another one-nighter. So, if that’s what you’re after, you can pump the breaks before you start any of your trusty old sweet talk like honey dripping from your lips.” Mmm… his lips… Snap back to earth, y/n!

He’s smooth, you give him that. And as bad as you’d love to throw him down right here and fuck his brains out, you gather your senses and realize that your self-respect and dignity are more important. But, oh… those lips. The high road sucks.

You take a deep breath, gather yourself, and continue, “I, unlike your long list of hit-em-and-quit-em’s, am a lot of hard work. I require dedication and respect.” You spat the last word out a little more icily than you meant to, but you were seething at the thought of his hands being on anyone else.

Did he just screw some rando less that twelve hours ago? You don’t know. Probably. You clench your fist at the thought.

Dean moves suddenly. Swiftly. Like the predator you know him to be out in the field while hunting. Taking you by surprise, he kneels beside you, grabbing both your hands, turning you sideways in the chair to face him. He looks up at you with deep sadness in his eyes.

“Y/n, I- I haven’t. N-not once. Not since I- I realized…”

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Dean couldn’t stand it anymore; he couldn’t bear to hear the heartbreak in y/n’s voice. And he did hear it. Even though she tried to cover it; lacing every word with venom. He could still hear it. And it broke him inside.

What makes him good enough to deserve someone like y/n? She was way better off without a messy relationship with him. A relationship that would inevitably end in heartbreak. Heartbreak for one of them. Because in this life, the life of a hunter, having your heart ripped to shreds by the loss of a loved one was part of the reality. He was so scared to allow himself something good.

Good? Why do I deserve good? He thought. Maybe death and loss are part of everyone’s reality. Maybe, just maybe he was making the pain worse by fighting this… Maybe she, like him, was also scared. Would she even feel the same if he told her? What would he say? That he’d been in love with her for, well, he wasn’t sure when it happened. They’d always playfully flirted with each other. Sometimes she stole his beer, took a few sips, and handed it back. He liked the idea of putting his lips where hers had been. Dean imagined about how she would taste. He- he needed to tell her. Tell her everything.

Why was he making himself so miserable? This had to end, he was being stupid. It was his own fault for not confessing sooner. Dean gathered his courage. In one fluid motion, taking y/n by surprise, he knelt beside her, took her hands in his, and turned her body to face him.

Dean looked up at y/n. There it was. A mixture of torment, sadness, and longing. All weakly camouflaged by an icy look in her eyes.

“Y/n, I-“ Dean froze. I, what? Come on, spit it out, man! You’ve got this. “I haven’t.” Haven’t what?! Words. What are words? “N- not once. Not since I- I realized…” shit. Dean froze again as y/n’s breath quickened. Her eyes wide, listening to him speak. Her nails unknowingly digging into his palms in nervous anticipation of what he was trying to say. Why couldn’t he just spit it out?!

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You feel your pulse racing. You’re hanging on to every word pouring from those perfect lips. Every. Word. As your gaze dances across painfully beautiful green eyes, your expression softens.

“Not since I realized I love you.” Dean finishes in a low, rough voice.

Your breath catches in your throat. Is this real? Are you breathing? Did Dean just say what you think you heard him say?

“Y/n, I love you. And I have for a long time now.”

You release a big breath that you didn’t even know you were holding. Gently you lift his rough hands up to your mouth, brushing your lips across his calloused knuckles.

Unable to speak, you keep your hands on his as he reaches up to your cheek to wipe away a single tear. Am I crying?! You think to yourself. Apparently. Yes. The rush of emotion and relief that you’re feeling, knowing that he feels the same way that you feel keeps you tongue tied.

Your reaction to his words was the catalyst Dean needed to keep going. He continued, “I love you. I haven’t been with anyone for a while now. Not since I realized that you were right in front of me the whole time. Exactly what I’ve been searching for.” Dean was on both knees by this point.

As if Dean were searching for the next words he wanted to say, his head dropped down against his hands (which were still holding yours in your lap) and he drew a shuddering breath.

You could feel his soft hair against your leg. Why does he have to be so damn sexy?! As he composes himself, you reach out and run your fingers through his hair. His head jolts up at your touch. You smile at him, “I love you too, Dean. I just never knew you felt the same. Why are you only telling me now? Why hide it for so long?”

“I didn’t want to hurt you. Or lose you.” He whispered as he looked up at you through his lashes.

“Hurt me? Uh, didn’t ya think this whole ‘apparent unrequited love’ thing was killing me too?” you say sarcastically with a smirk. But in truth, that wasn’t fair to Dean. Because he didn’t know how you felt either. You’d never told him. Sure, you always flirted with each other and you found him insanely attractive and hot. Especially when he got protective over you during a hunt, or some creep at the bar. How many nights did the two of you stay up laughing at each other’s stupid jokes and throwing back a few beers? You’d always enjoyed each other’s company.

You repeat yourself, but softer this time, with longing in your voice. “Why now, Dean? Please. Tell me.”

“Because I was tired of denying myself the one good thing that ever came into my life.” He said heatedly. “Because I can’t think when I’m around you. You drive me absolutely fucking crazy, y/n. I can’t sleep without thinking of you. I can’t eat, hell, I can’t even put a beer to my lips without wishing it was you that I had at my lips. I want. No. I need you in my life. By my side. I need to - taste you. Breathe you. Y/n, I know I’m not the only one that feels this way. I see it in your eyes, I see the way you look at me. And I’m scared shitless of how deep these feelings go. This-“ Dean gestured between the two of you, “Is something that I never even knew it was possible to feel.

Without skipping a beat, Dean put his hand behind your head and pulled you into his lips. It was a tender kiss. Gentle, soft. You could feel the fire growing inside you. He felt so good. Your hands found the stubble on either cheek as you kissed him back. His tongue slipped inside your mouth and found yours.

The kiss became more forceful, and full of need. You didn’t want it to stop. It couldn’t stop. If it did stop, that may be the end of the world as you know it.

Dean stood, pulling you up with him as he wrapped both arms tight around your waist. He began running his hands over every surface of your body he could reach. He pulled you flush with his body, never breaking apart your lips. You could feel the heat radiating off him. You ran your hands down his powerfully muscular back. This. This man. Him. Dean. Dean is what you want.

Dean broke the kiss apart. “I love you, y/n. I love you so damn much it hurts.” He said, his voice breaking.

“I love you too, Dean.” You say, smiling up at his face, tangling your fingers in his hair.

With a small grunt, Dean lifts you up by your ass and you instinctually wrap your legs around his hips. You feel a growing bulge in his jeans. You pull his face back in to yours. You can’t think straight, you want him so bad, you can taste it. Your core is aching with need. The need for him growing more intense. Only he can quench this fire burning you up.

Dean carries you clumsily down the hall to your room. Your arms still entwined around each other, holding each other together, holding the universe together.

Once inside Dean puts you down and you both stand there, staring at each other, breathing heavily. You both suddenly fly towards each other. Grabbing and pulling clothes, pulling each other’s lips down hard on your own. You unbutton Deans blue jeans and he unclasps your bra. Your t shirt and shorts long forgotten somewhere on the floor.

The feeding frenzy of ripping each other’s clothes off slows to a savory pace as you tug and pull off Deans pants, leaving nothing to hold down the massive tent in Dean’s boxers.

He pulls the straps of your bra from your shoulders, slowly. When the cold air hits your nipples, they perk instantly Dean lets out a sharp hiss. “Oh, y/n.” He teases the soft flesh. First with his thumb, then with his mouth. As you feel his tongue against your skin, you let out a sigh of pleasure. His eyes dart up to your face. He lifts his head and softly kisses you on the mouth. “I would love nothing more than to throw you onto this bed and fuck you senseless right now.” Dean said with a growl, but then his expression softened. “But if this is too much, we can stop. You’re in charge… as per usual.” Dean laughs at his own joke and you playfully smack him on the arm, grinning.

“Hey now!” you say laughing, “I’m not always in charge when we do hunts.”

Dean rolls his eyes and says sarcastically, “Yea, ok. Sure…”

You lean in and plant a kiss on his neck, “Well, I guess – since – I’m the one – in charge,” you say playfully between kisses. Trailing them down his chest and belly, stopping at his boxers. His erection obvious. “Then, I’ll accept nothing less than-“, you pull his boxers down revealing his full length. You flash your eyes up to his. He’s hungrily watching you, “-being fucked senseless.” You say as you take him into your mouth.

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She was so fucking beautiful. Perfect. The most perfect thing he’d ever seen. As y/n started bringing her kisses down his torso, Dean could feel his erection stiffen even harder. When she stopped to pull down his boxers, he could feel his shaft weeping with anticipation.

He was so worried that he had crossed a line earlier. It totally took him by surprise that y/n wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.

“Well, I guess, since I’m the one in charge, I’ll accept nothing less than being fucked senseless.” Y/n said as she looked up at him with a mischievous sparkle in her eye. Damn! She was so hot. Dean had never been this riled up by anyone before. Oh, if that’s what you want, Baby, then that’s what I’m gonna-

Dean wasn’t able to finish his thought stream. Y/n had taken his whole length into her mouth. “Oh FUCK!” Dean screamed out, grabbing y/n by the hair. He slowly began to guide her head at the pace he wanted. Her tongue, her mouth, her! She was about to make him come already. Dean pulled himself out of her mouth. “Bed. Now.” He commanded with a sly smile.

Y/n laughed, “whatever you say, Baby.” As she climbed onto the bed, she did a dramatically slow striptease style crawl that made Dean’s erection throb.

Dean crawled up her body, kissing every inch of her he could reach. Y/n made a little pleasurable whine as dean kissed her thighs while he pulled down her lacy black thong. Her center was absolutely dripping wet. Dean wanted to live between those perfect thighs. Spend years there, never come back to reality. Was time even moving at all? What day is it? What year is it? He didn’t care. None of those things mattered. None of it mattered because he had his y/n. His. Mine.

The only thing that existed was the two of them.

Dean dove his face between y/n’s thighs to her soft center. She tasted like Spring sunshine. Dean took his time, savoring every shudder that ran through her perfect body. Every gasp, scream, and moan that came out of her perfect mouth. She was getting close to coming.

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Your whole body is on the brink. Every move dean makes brings you closer to the edge. You need this release and you need Dean to give it to you. You feel yourself climbing, building, then suddenly – the earth shatters around you. You scream “Dean! Oh, DEAN!”

Dean keeps going while you ride out the high, he slowly brings you back down. You sigh, “Dean that- that was- I-“ you have no words. He seems to understand what you’re trying to say because he smiles.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

Your heart and core flutter at his words.

He climbs between your thighs, positioning himself at your entrance. You place your hands on his hips and start to guide him in. With one smooth powerful thrust, he slides his whole length inside you, filling you up, stretching you in the most delicious way. You both gasp. He smiles and kisses your forehead.

His pumps start slow at first, then become more deliberate, more powerful. You love the protectively dominate power he radiates as he’s on top of you. Dean is a MAN. And he feels good. He feels so damn good. You start to feel yourself building again to what you knew would be another earth-shattering orgasm.

Dean found his rhythm and savored every movement, every stroke. He could stay here for ages.

As you feel yourself building, your need for him grows stronger. Dean... He was yours. And you were greedy for more of him. As his rhythm quickened, you dug your nails into his ass pulling his thrusting hips toward you with more force at each thrust. He catches the hint.

Without ever breaking the two of you apart, he flips you over onto all fours and doesn’t hold back. His urgency makes you cry out in pleasure. “Baby, yes! That’s it!”

“You want more? You want me to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before?”

“YES!” you scream, reaching around and slapping his thigh. That does it. He unleashes himself. You hear him roar with pleasure, holding onto you so tightly, pulling you against him so fast and hard. The sound of flesh slapping echoed around the room mixed with both your cries of pleasure.

“Baby, I’m about to come!” you pant.

“Come on. Come for me Baby.” Dean says breathlessly. “I want to know that I’m the one to make you come.”

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Dean was talking out of his mind in the throes of ecstasy. The thought of y/n coming… of him coming inside her, was throwing him over the edge. Just as he felt himself going over, he felt y/n tighten around him.

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Just as you feel Dean twitching inside you, you feel yourself tighten around him. The sheer power of your shared climax hit you both like a freight train.

When you felt him pull out, you felt empty with his warmth gone. Dean lays back on the pillows and pulls you into his arms. You settle yourself in the warmth and comfort of his body. Dean absent mindedly plays with your hair as you lay your head on his chest and you both breathe heavily while you float back down to reality.

“Dean?” you say softly.

“Mmm?”

“That was amazing. Absolutely amazing.”

Dean chuckles and kisses the top of your head. “Glad I could be of service.”

He’s such a smartass, you think to yourself laughing. “I’m sorry I wasn’t more honest with you either.” You say, picking up your conversation from earlier. “I know I’m partly to blame for this dance we’ve been doing around each other for - who knows how long.”

“No, you were right. I should have just nutted up and told you how I felt. It just crushes me to think that I was causing you pain because you thought I was seeing other people.”

You absent mindedly draw circles on his chest with your finger. “I don’t know, I suppose we’re both to blame. I mean, look at this mind-blowing sex we could have been having all this time.”

This coaxes a real laugh out of Dean, and you feel his chest moving up and down from the laughter. But then he stops and you see a seriousness wash over his face. The same pain you saw in his eyes earlier, but maybe – perhaps you are imaging it – less pain, more - hope?

“I meant everything I said earlier.” Dean says in a husky, deep voice. “I am scared shitless to lose you, or to know that I’d be the source of your pain if you ever lost me. I mean, hell we’re hunters, we know how this ends eventually.” Still holding you tight, Dean continues, “I guess, If I’ve got one life to live, even if it’s a short one, I want you by my side. Always. I want you. All of you. The sassy you. The smartass you. The bossy you. The…” he paused to run his thumb across your lips, “The incredibly sexy you that I can’t keep my hands off of.” Dean smiles “I didn’t know that happiness like this, or these – feelings - were even possible to feel. And that’s just it. You made me feel. You pulled me out of a darkness that I didn’t even know I was in. You made me – free.”

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The Moment I Knew (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Request: hi! i LOVE ur writing and i’m not sure if requests are open, but i’ll shoot anyways. Could you do a dean x fem!reader where she gets hurt really bad on a hunt and tries to hide it from dean because she thinks he’ll make fun of her or think she’s weak?(enemies to lovers idea ig) and he finds out because she faints in his arms or something and he’s just like so mad at himself for not noticing and he’s really worried about her during the healing process and she’s confused cause she thought he hated her and AH i’m sorry it’s so specific i’m just in a mood🥺❤️ (by @rxvxr), [Supernatural-Masterlist]

Summary: A seemingly easy werewolf hunt got out of hand & left you injured. In order to avoid Dean getting angry at you, you hid your wound from him. It was not as bad as it looked, right?

Words: 1,975

Warnings: language, a little bit of angst, injury, blood, fluff

If you like my work & wanna support me: a coffee would be highly appreciated ❤

“You’re not coming on this hunt.” Dean stood his ground. Your frustrated groan showed him that you were not giving up that easily.

“Yeah, I am.” you crossed your arms over your chest. He turned around & walked closer to you. His face was way too close but you would not step back.

“You can’t handle this.” he spat out with venom in his voice.

“I’ll be fine, Dean.”

“You’re annoying, do you know that?” he threw his head back in frustration.

“Likewise.” you joked.

“Dude, let her come with us.” Sam joined your conversation, seemingly done with his older brother. “She’s skilled enough. Besides, three people are better than one.”

“Thank you very much, Sam.” your smile only grew wilder when you saw Dean rolling his eyes. Maybe you had not been in this business as long as they had been. But you knew that you were good enough to tag along on a werewolf hunt. After all, you had learned from the best. Sam, you meant. Of course. Dean? Meh, he was alright. But he hated you so you hated him. It was as easy as that.

The hunt was harder than you thought it would be. Werewolves were not that strong usually. But you kind of did not expect three of them to be there. Which left one monster for each of you. How you ended up with the strongest one of them all? You were not quite sure but that asshole landed a few pretty good hits on you. Blocking out everything around you, you hoped the brothers were luckier than you. Right when you wanted to shoot one of your silver bullets, its claws hit you right at your stomach. You groaned at the sting but you were too shocked to really feel the pain just yet. A look down was enough to realize that you had been hit pretty bad. As far as you could tell, there was a lot of blood coming out of you. An awful lot of blood. But if you stopped focusing now then your cause of death would be a werewolf. You needed to focus. Your vision started blurring slightly. A loud gunshot made you flinch. Eyes widened at the now dead werewolf in front of you. Turning around to check for another possible threat, you were only met with a very pissed off Dean. He did not even acknowledge you. Instinctively, you closed your jacket to avoid his disappointed stare. Your wound was not that bad, you would manage just fine. You could deal with your injury back in the bunker.

“So much for you can handle it, huh?” Dean mocked you. Usually, you always had a comeback. Not right now, it seemed. The adrenaline from the hunt had disappeared completely & the only thing you felt was the burning sensation that was caused by your wound. Dean raised his eyebrows when you stayed quiet.

“Dean, let her be. We didn’t expect three of them.” Sam argued.

“Yeah & we handled them just fine. She could’ve gotten herself hurt.” Dean eyed you up & down, shaking his head shortly.

“But I’m fine, Dean.” your voice was more quiet. Something both brothers were not used to from you.

“Great. Then I won’t feel bad when I tell you that this was incredibly stupid. I told you to not come along but no…No, you said you were skilled enough. Skilled enough? That was worse than what an amateur would do, (Y/N). You wanna get yourself killed or what?” his voice raised & your eyes trained on the ground, too embarrassed to look into his green ones anymore. Not even Sam tried to argue with him. He simply went ahead & left Dean & you standing alone.

“I’m sorry.” it was almost inaudible but he heard you clearly due to the calm night in the woods.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it, (Y/N).” he scoffed. You waited a few seconds if he had to say anything else. When you were sure that he was done, you wanted to follow Sam back to the Impala. The first step you took brought you dizziness. The second one made dark spots appear. Dean noticed you wavering & when you did not answer after asking if your were okay, he made his way over to you. Right when he reached you, your body was met with darkness. For a second, Dean panicked. But when he felt one of his hands sticky with whatever liquid, he breathed out a quiet “Fuck”. He opened your jacket & saw the three long & deep gashes adorning your stomach. Wasting no time, he picked you up bridal style & ran over to the Impala where Sam was already waiting. All the while, Dean whispered sweet nothings to you. You did not hear it but he needed to say them. More for himself, really.

“What happened?” Sam was just as shocked as his older brother.

“She did get hurt.” the man carrying you explained. “Come on, Sammy. You drive.” he handed Sam the key & got in the backseat with you. Carefully as to not hurt you any more. Putting more pressure on your wound, he hated himself for lashing out at you like that. He simply did not want you to get hurt. Hence why he suggested you staying behind. Well, it was not really suggesting. It was more like forcing you & then, when you did not agree with him, being mad at you. If only you knew why he was acting that way towards you. Tonight, the one thing he did not want to happen happened. You got hurt. Not because you were not strong enough. Dean knew your abilities were similar to theirs. No, you got hurt because he left you out of his sight. Usually, whenever the three of you went on a hunt together, he made sure to keep you close by. Not that he ever admitted it. Sam had picked up on that & teased him like crazy. You, on the other hand, seemed completely oblivious to it all. After all, you hated him, right? Having to look at you like this, it broke his heart. Mainly because Dean blamed himself. If he paid more attention, he could have avoided all of this. After waking up, you would hate him even more & he would not even blame you. He was the one who yelled at you. But wait a second. Why the hell did you tell him that you were fine, when in reality, you were in pain? Your injury was not really a minor one. He instructed Sam to go faster. The sooner you all made it back to the bunker, the better.

Your entire body was on fire when you opened your eyes. Your attempt to sit up was cut short when you felt pain shooting through you. Wincing audibly, you looked down. Only then did you remember what happened. The werewolf hunt. One of them sliced you open with its claws. Dean yelled at you & then? What happened then? You could not recall it. All you knew was that you were back in your own bed in the bunker. The door opened & your head snapped up. Eyebrows furrowed when Dean entered. You expected Sam but Dean? You thought he was pissed off still. If you were honest, it was kind of your fault. If you had told them that you were hurt right away then you probably would not be in this situation.

“Hey.” he whispered even though there was no need to.

“Hi.” you matched his tone, unsure if you were about to experience another scolding from him. Dean walked over to the bed & sat down, careful not to touch you.

“How are you feeling?” he did not look at you which confused you even more.

“Um…Well, I’ll live.” you chuckled uncomfortably.

“Why didn’t you tell me that one of them hurt you?” his eyes locked onto yours & your mouth opened & closed a few times. What could you possibly tell him?

“Didn’t think it was that bad.” that was what you ended up with. A lie.

“Hmm, I don’t believe you. Why didn’t you say anything?” he repeated. Sighing loudly, you thought you would say the truth. It did not matter anyway.

“I didn’t want you to look at me like I’m weak or pathetic.” you looked down at your hands that fiddled in your lap.

“Why would I do that?” he was confused now.

“Well.” you glanced at him again. “You kinda told me to stay behind & I said I’d be fine. Look where that brought me. And I know you sorta hate me so…” you trailed off.

“I don’t hate you.” he wasted no time with his response. You stared at him questioningly & he knew he had to explain himself. “I don’t hate you, (Y/N). I’ve been an asshole, I know that.” you interrupted him briefly.

“Self-reflective, I see.” you teased playfully.

“What I wanna say…I just don’t wanna see you get hurt. And last night showed me that all of this can be over way too soon. I guess I was scared of losing you.” he admitted, watching you closely for your reaction. You were shocked at his statement.

“It takes a lot more to get rid of me, Dean.” you smiled warmly at him. Usually, you would have teased him but he was so serious in this moment, you did not want to ruin it.

“You’re one of the best hunters I know. It could’ve happened to all of us, this werewolf. Man…” he put his face in one of his hands, then chuckled. “I’m really bad at this feelings crap.” you laughed & shook your head at him.

“You’re getting better.”

The following weeks were different. The way Dean acted towards you was foreign to you. The teasing did not stop but you two shared another thing now. Though you had yet to figure out what exactly that was. Dean went out of his way to care for you which, if you were honest, was because of your wound taking an awful lot of time to fully heal. You spent a lot of days in pain that not even pills could numb. Sam was teasing the two & for the first time, you could actually tell that he was. Apparently, you were way too focused on Dean’s “hatred” towards you that you did not notice the younger brother’s teasing. The atmosphere in the bunker was not as tense anymore. The three of you lived comfortably together. Sometimes, you had to stop & think about your journey with Dean. It was actually the plot of a Disney movie. Two people had hated each other (at least they thought they had) until one of them got hurt & the other was scared of losing them. After that, their relationship changed into something way deeper, way more understanding.

“(Y/N)?” Dean entered the kitchen where you were currently sitting with a cup of coffee in your hand. You hummed for him to continue. “You’re still annoying as shit. You know that, right?” you broke out in laughter, Dean joined in a second later. Motioning for the cup you set up for him, he walked over & sat down next to you.

“Hate to break it to you but I won’t change.” you smirked at him.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.” he pressed a soft kiss on top of your head & threw one of his arms around your shoulders to pull you closer to his body. Your eyes closed in content. This was where you were supposed to be. In Dean’s arms. And it took you both long enough that you could not live without each other. At least you had each other now. Finally.

Published (04/27/2021) by Cathy

Tags: @hollymac79, @spnbaby-67 (thanks for your support <3)

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fuzzfuzzywritings · 3 years

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Reunion |Dean Winchester x Mom! Reader|

Anon: Can I request Dean Winchester? X reader?. He breaks up with her a few years ago before he starts the whole hunting thing? And like? reader finds out she’s pregnant and the baby is his but never tells him, so once their son reaches 6-years-old? They run into each other when Y/n discovers something bad about her home? And later it’s all fluff-?-! Thank you!!

Note: S/n (Son’s Name). This took a lot of turns, Please forgive me if this wasn’t living to anyone’s expectations. This is like, my first time writing for Supernatural so...

The girl had embraced the smell of the bar, the liquor burning her throat and sending a very intensive taste into her mouth. Eyes roaming around as she waited for the return of her boyfriend. Dean Winchester. The two met from a bar hopping night which was eventful for them both, after a nice one night together. Dean couldn’t get enough of the girl, she was too addicting so the two became more than a hookup. They became a couple with much love and care in the world. Nothing about them would change, Y/n wanted to believe it as well as Dean did. She remembers when he explained his childhood when she finally believed him, he took pride upon it. Yet, Dean hadn’t found the courage to admit something to her, something he was hiding.

3 weeks ago, Dean wanted to set out in search for his father, wanting to get Sam to join him. The job was far too dangerous for someone like Y/n. He didn’t wanna risk her safety, her life, her. And yet, he hadn’t told her, leaving her to believe he would be by her all the time. Poor Y/n, how clueless she was sitting at a bar waiting for him to come back some time soon. But he didn’t. His seat remained empty and her glass remained empty after each refill.

“That’s enough for me. Thank you,” Y/n finally spoke up as she stood from her seat, grabbing her phone and wallet.

She walked outside, nothing but the cool breeze, night sky, stars, and full moon remained. Ringing Dean again, attempting to reach his number. Each ring went by, each call remained failed. So she gave it one last attempt, finally, he picked up.

“Hello?” he spoke. His voice coming out more quiet and bothered.

She had taken notice in her boyfriend’s change of behavior, she took notice in the way he answered the phone. He’s always calling her pet names to make her cringe as she would laugh but the only thing she got was a simple and boring, Hello. This was nothing like her Dean but would she be so wrong for questioning him?.

“Where are you?” she slurred slightly, the feeling of heavy liquor setting over her. “You were supposed to be back an hour ago”.

Her voice couldn’t sound demanding and intimidating, instead. Her voice came out soft and sad, the shakiness remaining. Dean’s heart wrenched tightly at the tone she gave him. He knew he fucked up, he knew he was in the wrong.

“I’m on my way just sit tight” he said before hanging up. Causing the girl too groan in frustration. Removing her heels from her aching feet, she sat on the steps to the bar. Allowing the breeze to hit her exposed skin, watching people enter and exit the bar. She hated it. Her and Dean would bicker but it was nothing like him to leave her alone in a bar. He was always protective over her, not allowing a drunk to put his filthy hands on her but he left her alone and stranded. She felt as if she was the issue, she couldn’t help but live in her thoughts.

‘What if he’s fallen out of love?’

It was a common thought in her mind but her thinking was interrupted by a car pulling up. She thanked the heavens, it was Dean. He got out as he walked up to her. The sight of her being tipsy and upset bothered him, Dean wasn’t immune to seeing her so upset since they had been the happy and cheerful couple.

“Let’s get you home” he suggested before picking her up, all she could do was lean into his touch, this is what she craved. Yet it was like he didn’t crave her, almost like he didn’t bother. He opened the door to his car, gently placing her in the passenger seat before closing it. Going to the drivers side, she leaned her head against the cold glass, her eyes roaming the somewhat blurry lights.

“Are you leaving me?” she suddenly asked out loud. Dean stopped what he was doing, staring at her. He could tell her question was slurred but it wasn’t drunk feelings that would past by. It was her genuine concern.

“What gave you that idea?” he asked her, had she found out so soon this was gonna happen?. She shook her head and looked at him, her eyes were cold and bitter. He stared back at her before putting his foot on the peddle, she leaned against the window again. His eyes scanning the road.

The silence was visible, unspoken tension in the air, the bitter and all too familiar feeling circled them. “You won’t speak to me about anything when it comes to our future, I told you I wanted us to settle down, get married, You can continue the hunting job, I don’t care but I was open and honest when you asked me what I wanted, I said I wanted this relationship to be forever. So what are you not telling me?” she explained and questioned him, she was expressive about her feelings. But she knew he had more to speak about.

“We’ll talk when we get back home” He said playing it off. She only hummed in response, her heart aching at his words. Brushing her off like she was just some child. Like her feelings didn’t matter, she felt useless to the situation. They built a home together. A nice comfortable apartment, they called it home. So where could she be going wrong?.

The two exited the car, entering the comfortable apartment that smelled like comfort lavender. The scented candles making the apartment smell fresh, the warmth of home overtaking her. As she walked to the bedroom, her eyes stopped upon a packed bag. Nothing could process, she was far too scared of reaching inside to find out what it could be. Yet she acted as if she hadn’t spotted it, walking past it, turning a blind eye.

“Can we talk before you shower?” Dean asked. She nodded her head, as she put her phone and wallet on the bed. Walking into the living room, she sat on the couch beside him. Dean hadn’t looked too happy about this talk.

“I...Wanna break up with you...” he said suddenly. His words processing in her mind, nothing made sense. She had so many questions but only asking a few would be the best choice for her.

“Are you falling out of love with me?” she asked. God, she hated how desperate she sounded. All she asked was for an honest answer but Dean couldn’t reveal the truth. Not to her.

“Yes...there’s someone else in this life for you but it’s not me...I’ve been wanting to tell you for 3 weeks now but I couldn’t find the courage, but please this is nothing against you. You know I love you” he said.

Her eyes became glossy, shaking her head, a small and fake laugh left her mouth.

“Love me? If you loved me, you wouldn’t be leaving me alone. You knew I wanted a life and you decided to be a selfish asshole? I’m done!. I’ve given you everything, I thought for once someone loved me! Seems you’re like all of them...a worthless bastard. I want you out of my house before I get out of the shower” her words were laced with venom.

Dean couldn’t explain himself, all he could do was watch the girl leave and slam the bathroom door shut. He couldn’t cry in front of her, he only silently took his bag before looking back one last time. Closing the door behind him. Meanwhile, she cried in the bathroom, breaking down into a depressive scream. She wanted to just run after him but she felt so alone. She felt caved in.

The next morning, She felt numb as if nothing in the world mattered, throwing up into the toilet as her head leaned against her head. Nothing could process her mind, had she of been sick from the liquor? she didn’t have too much. She had small shots but that’s it. Suddenly she remembered, when she had to eat something, it wouldn’t settle with her stomach, whenever she would crave something her taste, she would feel sick. She wanted to find reasons but all of it boiled down into pregnancy.

Had she of been drinking while pregnant? she had hoped this wasn’t true. Quickly she remembered the pregnancy test her and Dean bought a few months ago. They assumed she was pregnant and bought multiple kits to find out. Thankfully she wasn’t at the time but that didn’t stop them from any sexual intercourse. So it would make sense.

She grabbed the pink and white stick, quickly opening it before putting it to use. Her mind remained worried, nothing could be thought of except the words in her mind. ‘Please don’t be pregnant, please don’t be pregnant, please!’.

Time passed, finally she looked at it, her hands shaking as her mind felt torn. Reading the test nothing flashed at her but those two lines. She reached for her phone, quickly scrolling down the call log. She needed to tell Dean. Once she reached his name, her mind flashed back to last night. Now she questioned if calling him would be a good idea. Sighing softly. She shook her head. Instead she clicked his contact, erasing his number.

Dialing in a phone number, a soft voice spoke on the other end of the line. She smiled at the grateful voice of her mother. Screaming about the results, she was happy. Explaining the story while also covering up the small hint of sadness from last night’s events. Yet her mom had told her it was only right to admit to Dean. She figured that her mom was correct but she needed time. Maybe they could makeup in the process.

-2 Weeks Later-

With lots of thought and practice, she prepared herself to tell Dean, of course she had to find him which she did, at a bar. Of course, The two had sat in silence, it was quiet, both of their hearts ached at the sight of each other. Yet Dean wanted to keep his cool, he was going to make sure that he didn’t break, not in front of her.

“So what brought you here?” he asked her, she cleared her throat. “It’s important,” she said. He hummed in response, waiting for her to continue.

“After you left, I found out the next day that-” Y/n was cut off by a woman walking towards them.

She sat on Dean’s lap, glaring at Y/n who sat across from them. She had no intentions on being there for a hang out. Which Dean had caught on when she acted odd around him, she would always order the strongest liquor she could handle but all she had was water. He also picked up on her playing with her thumbs, this came as no surprise that he could tell when something was wrong with her. He wanted to pull her in his arms and comfort her but he fought the urge.

“Whose this?” the woman asked. Y/n gave her a gentle and fake smile, she felt uncomfortable with her sitting on his lap. She felt childish for letting this effect her since she simply was nothing more than a one night. Of course, people never change. Y/n wanted to believe he did. He leaves her and here he is, sitting down with someone else.

“I’m Y/n-” The woman clapped her hands, interrupting Y/n from speaking. “His ex, I heard about you. Nothing surprising to see you come crawling back to what’s mine,” she spoke, she was smug about it, she was careless. Y/n could admit she was dumb to believe her and Dean would be more. She was a hookup, She was just someone he could sleep with and leave. She was nothing. Y/n wanted to do it, yet she bit her tongue, saving herself a fight.

“You know what? I’ll be on my way,” Y/n rolled her eyes. She stood up, leaving. Dean waved at her with a smile but when she walked out, his smile left. He removed the girl from his lap, sending a glare at her. “You are nothing else, You are nothing more, Don’t ever, overstep your line and talk to her in such a way. I love her, I’m leaving,” Dean said as he grabbed his keys and Jacket. Leaving the bar, his eyes focused on her figure getting into the back of a car, there she was. Leaving again, he felt like he deserved it, he did leave her and he felt like he had to live with that forever. Yet it hurt Y/n because now he will never know...He’s gonna be a dad.

1st month\

‘I can’t do this on my own..’

It was stressful, Eventually Y/n needed help leaving, Moving into a better and comfortable home. She came in contact with Bobby, He was happy to hear the news, He viewed Y/n like family. He cared for her, so whenever she needed anything he was there. He was the same person who helped Y/n move out of her apartment and into a home in a nice small town. He made sure she was okay and safe at all times.

2nd month

‘I have to push through this’

Y/n despised the 2nd month of pregnancy, the feeling was all too well. Sleepless nights, she had wished she had Dean by her side or someone to comfort her on these nights and help her. But she knew she had to push through this, she was going to be alone with a child anyway.

3rd month

‘Where is he?’

Housework as a pregnant woman came with responsibilities like fixing up her sons room. She pushed through it knowing she had to do it alone. She missed having Dean but he didn’t want her. She missed his jokes and the way he would comfort her. Now he wasn’t there and she was stuck figuring out how fixing up a home worked.

4th month

‘Home stretch’

The 4th month passed, it was no surprise that Y/n had gotten along with her neighbors. She loved it, they would always help and invite her whenever. She felt at home, The house was silent but it was home. She believed it herself.

5th month

‘My son’

Y/n opened the gifts sent from friends, family, and given to her by her neighbors. Celebrating the baby shower rather later than usual. She thanked them, although she would get questions about the father, where he was, who he was. She didn’t answer them. She felt if he cared, he would’ve stayed.

6th month

‘Pains’

It was no surprise the mother would find herself up at night with pains. In fact they would become so unbearable she wouldn’t sleep at all. It’s nights she wished she had him with her. Nights she wished Dean was there to assure her that she’ll be okay.

7th month

‘Growth’

Y/n smiled as she had grown to move past Dean, She knew she would always love him. There was no doubt about it. Yet this is what was best for her and this is what she found out would be the better judgement for them both. If she had let go.

8th month

‘Almost okay’

The death of bobby, spotting Dean again with Sam. It became hard for her, she leaned her back against the cold surface of the wall. tears streaming down her face, throwing herself and the baby into stress. She needed a way to be okay. She knew she had to be for her son.

9th month

‘Labor’

Sweat plastered the young mother’s forehead, the baby asleep beside her in his own bed, wrapped in a beautiful blue blanket. Her eyes had felt heavy. She smiled as she looked beside her son. She named him. ‘S/n Winchester’.

-Few years later-

“So what’s the point of going to this house again?” Sam asked Dean. The two brothers had been on their way after they got some information about a home that seemed to hold some type of evil in it. “Well, you heard the old lady, She mentioned the home was owned by a mother and son? Maybe they would have some answers that could connect to this town?” Dean said. Sam only hummed in response. “Yeah but what if the mom and son were bad people?” Sam questioned. Dean rolled his eyes and turned up the radio. Ignoring Sam and his conspiracy theories.

The brothers had soon pulled up to the home, it was a big home, no wonder the mom and son had bought the place. Dean and Sam got out of the car before walking, approaching the boy playing in the yard. “Hey, is your parents around?” Sam asked. The boy looked between them before shaking his head. “My dad left my mom before I was born, I think my mom is inside the house right now” he said. Dean nodded his head. “Can you go get her for us?” Dean asked. The young boy nodded his head as he ran inside.

Sam chuckled before lightly slapping Dean on the shoulder. “Kid kind of looks like you,” he said. Dean shook his head. “Not at all” he denied it. Yet, He knew Sam had a point, the child did favor him in someway. Was it the nose?, The eyes?, maybe it was the lips?. He couldn’t really piece together why the boy looked like him but he decided not to think into it too much. Suddenly the door opened, Y/n froze in her spot. Her eyes widening. “Dean?” she spoke. “Y/n?”. The two stared at each other before Sam looked between them. “This is going to be...awkward”.

...

“Sorry for the wait, I had to make sure that the kitchen mess S/n made was clean” Y/n explained. She sat at the table, Dean had looked at her. “So...I’m guessing you’ve moved on?” he questioned. She rolled her eyes. “As if it’s a concern to you, you left me, can’t forget the skank at the bar” she said. Sam cleared his throat, looking over at the kid. “This is going to be very awkward” he said. S/n nodded his head. “Guys, We’re not here for this?” Sam said loudly. Yet Y/n and Dean were still bickering, ignoring Sam’s pleads. Sam sighed before looking over at the kid. “So how old are you?” he asked. S/n smiled. “I just turned 6 a few days ago” The little boy chimed. Sam chuckled and wished him a happy birthday.

The bickering between the two were strong and it hadn’t stopped, until the lights went out. Y/n groaned in annoyance. “Again? Bring me the flashlight from upstairs” Y/n told her Son. He nodded his head and rushed upstairs, Sam and Dean looking at the silhouette of Y/n. “Why are you two looking at me? We have bad electric here?” she commented. “No. Actually, We came cause a lot of people are disappearing from your town, some found alive and some not. Everyone that lives here keeps disappearing and being found somewhere else or not being found at all...So we think your house might have something in it” Dean explained. She keeps silent before nodding her head in agreement.

“Actually, S/n has mentioned seeing some type of Shadow at night? He said that he seen it when he was going to the bathroom. At first I thought he was crazy but he was right...there is something here...we don’t know what it is or what to do...” She frowned. Sam raised a brow before standing up. “I’ll get one of my flashlights and check outside, I’m sure there’s something outside in the back” he said. Dean and Y/n sat in silence before Dean spoke. “So the kid? He’s biologically yours?” he asked. Y/n nodded her head. “S/n was born and raised by me so far” she said wanting to avoid this topic.

“Where’s the dad?” he asked. Y/n bit her bottom lip. “In front of me...” she trailed off. Dean stopped for a moment before pointing at himself. “Are you...are you saying...you had OUR child?” he questioned still not processing it. She hummed. “When you left, I found out the next day, I didn’t tell you until my mother convinced me, the night I met you at the bar, I went there to tell you but you had some company, so I just left without telling you...I was selfish for it, I was wrong...and I’m sorry” she apologized. Dean frowned but knowing him, he wouldn’t show the look of shock, enjoyment, or sadness on his face.

“So you kept me in the dark? How old is he?” he asked. “6 years old” she said. Before he could say anything else, a scream from upstairs made both of the parents jump in action. They called out to him but no response, Y/n opened the door to find her son shaking in the corner of the room. The lights come back on. “S/n, Honey what happened?” she asked as she pulled him in her lap. Dean’s eyes soften before bending down. “It tried to take me” he cried. Y/n looked at Dean. “How about? you guys stay in a hotel? Let me and Sam handle this?” he asked. Y/n nodded her head.

1 week

The mom and son had went to get breakfast every morning with Sam and Dean at a small diner in town. The group would laugh and conversate often at the diner. It didn’t take them long before they all grew close.

2 weeks

Within week 2, Y/n explained and revealed to her son who his dad was, he was shocked but finally warmed up to the idea of it. Sam often found himself going places with his nephew.

3 weeks

Within 3 weeks, they had finally caught on to something in Y/n’s home, planning ahead of time how things are going to go.

. . .

Y/n stood in her house, it was around 9 PM when the brothers decided it was best to go ahead with their plan. Of course Y/n and Dean still bickered but had to work together for the sake of a safe home for S/n. “So what’s the plan?” Y/n asked Sam. He sighed. “Well, the shadow seems attached to something in this house, Whatever was in here belongs to the soul that’s attached, So we’re gonna burn anything that could belong to them without having to get rid of the home” he explained.

Dean had looked back at his son who was standing beside him, he wanted to help them and Dean said it was dangerous. Finally though he decided to let him help but he gave him strict rules. “Let get’s started” Dean said.

The four begin to walk around the home, searching around the area of what could belong to the soul attached to the family’s home. Everyone went their separate ways, S/n knew he wasn’t supposed to split from his father but he did exactly that. He walked over to the open attic, checking inside of it, moving his flashlight around. “So much junk” the kid mumbled. Sam walked the halls, checking every small detail. He felt like something was valued for the figure to stick around in the home.

He pointed his flashlight at the dark figure only for it to disappear. Moving the flashlight back down the figure showed. His eyes widen as a sudden strong gust of wind knocking him back, folding the ladder to the attic. S/n’s eyes widen as he ran over, the child slammed his fist against it, screaming for help. “Hold on!” Sam yelled. Before he could stand the glass vase flew at him, hitting him in the back, Sam groaned in pain as he attempted once again to get the child. Dean and Y/n ran towards the noise. “Where’s S/n?” the mother asked.

Sam pointed to the attic as she felt panic overtake her. “It won’t let me get him...It wants something to do with S/n” Sam explained. Dean furrowed his brows. “Get S/n, me and Sam can take it from here” he said with concern laced in his voice. S/n backed up from the attic as he noticed something coming closer, his foot hitting something, knocking it back. He begin to hiss in pain as he realized it was glass. S/n squeezed his eyes shut as his back hit the wall, shining the light. The sudden figure was gone, he knew if he had light, it couldn’t do anything.

Y/n quickly opened the attic entrance. “S/n” She called out. Her son coming into frame as he hid all the panic in his face. His leg bleeding as he started to climb down. The figure quickly pushed S/n off the ladder, sending him to hit the wall, blood trickling down his face. His body unconscious. Y/n called out moving towards her son, only for the figure to throw her back. Her head hitting the glass vase, her eyes were in and out of focus. Sam rushed and grabbed S/n, moving him outside in the car before coming back. “We have to set this place on fire...it’s the only way we can get rid of this” Sam stated. Dean nodded in agreement.

Y/n attempted to stand as she held her head. “Fine” She said. Y/n limped as she helped Sam pour gasoline inside the home. Sam started the fire before him and Dean walked out. Y/n behind them. As she went to walk out, the door slammed shut, causing the brothers to turn back and rush towards the door. It wouldn’t budge, Y/n was dragged back against the wall, she felt helpless, like she would die this way. And she never got a chance to make things right with Dean.

Tears filled her eyes as she sat in defeat. Dean cussed under his breath before removing his jacket. “Where are you going?” Sam asked. Dean looked back at his brother. “To get my woman” he said before going around the home. He breaks the window, wincing lightly before he climbed through. He rushed as he peeked through the flames, finding Y/n. He rushed over, she was in and out. “Y/n, don’t close your eyes yet okay? We’re gonna get you out of this” he said as he held her against him. “Dean, What are you doing? Aren’t you going to leave me to die? like you walked out of my life....you shouldn’t care” she coughed. Dean shook his head. “I did it to protect you, I didn’t wanna harm you with this lifestyle, I knew it would get worse but I realized, I do love you, Y/n I’ve been in love with you. I’ve never stopped, and I’m not stopping now” he said as tears fell down his face.

He coughed as he picked up Y/n, rushing to the door and kicking it open. The two rushed away from the home before anything could explode. Y/n watched her home burn to the ground before her vision became black and foggy.

Y/n’s vision came into place, the machine beeping as she looked around, S/n was sleeping peacefully in his bed. His breathing seeming fine, a cast on his leg. She raised up only to be met with a worried Sam and Dean. “Y/n, are you okay?” Sam asked. Dean rolled his eyes. “If she was do you think we’d be here?” he said. Sam ignored his brother. “Is it over?” She asked. Dean nodded his head along with Sam. “It is, Sam’s been worrying over you both, it was a little annoying” Dean said causing her to let out a small laugh. “You were just crying about them” Sam exposed Dean. The two didn’t bicker any further, not wanting to disturb S/n’s rest.

“I’ll leave you guys to talk, I’m gonna see if a doctor is available” Sam said as he got up from his spot. Walking out the door, closing it behind him. Dean placed his hand on her forehead. “You kicked ass” he chuckled. “You did too” She said. The two sat in silence a bit before Dean spoke. “So what are you going to do now?” he asked. She frowned at his question. Their home is gone, what can she do now?.

“I’m not even sure. I don’t know what I’m gonna do” she said. Dean had cleared his throat. “I was hoping...you would accept joining me and Sam? I don’t wanna miss out on S/n’s life or yours, I actually, I wanna be with you and I’m hoping you’ll want the same” he said. Dean hadn’t ever been big on expressing his feelings or the truth. Yet Y/n loved that about him, when he would speak with her about his feelings.

She smiled softly. “Anything for you Dean Winchester” she smiled. Dean smiled before pulling her in a kiss, S/n waking up from his rest. “Nice to see someone else awake, your mother and I have some news” Dean said as he walked over, ruffling S/n hair.

-3 months later-

Dean sat in the drivers seat, waiting for Y/n to return, S/n and Sam had been chatting in the backseat. He tapped his hand on the wheel, playing with his ring a bit. Y/n soon walked out before she got in the car. “I got snacks cause why not” She chuckled as she handed the bag to Sam. “What was taking you so long?” Dean asked. Y/n smiled as she placed a kiss on his cheek. “No need to pressure me Mr. Winchester. You Winchester’s are impatient” she said playfully.

Dean started the car as he looked over at Y/n. “You married me so that means you are too” He chuckled. She playfully slapped his hand as he started driving. The four of them chatting in the car.

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apocalypseornaw · 3 years

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Walk Away-3

After so long apart you finally agree to see Sam and tell him the truth

You groaned as you sat back against the wall hoping this newest wave of nausea would pass.. It was normal according to the obgyn Tasha had helped you get into. You had just entered into your second trimester and found out the gender of the baby at your last appointment. She was growing perfectly and doing a number on your insides in the process. You heard someone clear their throat and looked up to see Max leaned against the doorway leading into the bathroom with a cup of tea in his hand. He held it out to you with a smile “Ginger tea with honey and lemon” You thanked him as you took the cup and allowed yourself a small sip of the warm liquid.

He walked a little further into the room before sitting down next to you his long legs stretched out in front of him “Donna Hanscum called again” you nodded before saying “That doesn’t really surprise me..has Jody and the girls started their rounds again?” he let out a sharp laugh “Not yet, it holds them off when they can talk with you but I had to tell Donna you weren’t here considering you don’t want Sam to know you’re currently starting to move past smuggling a basketball into smuggling a beach ball” “He doesn’t need to know” you mumbled but Max shook his head “He loves you Y/N. I don’t know what happened but he wouldn’t be trying this hard to get you to talk to him if he didn’t”

You leaned your head back against the wall then rolled your head over to look at Max “If and it’s a big if but if I was to agree to see him and Dean could you put a glamour on me?” his eyes went to your ever growing stomach “Oh you mean to hide the bump?” you nodded and he scratched his chin in thought then nodded “I think I can manage that with Alicia’s help. I’ll call Erik too, he's better at stuff along those lines” “Thanks Max and thank Erik for me too” he stood to go call Erik who was his boyfriend of a little over three years. You’d known him for a while but had gotten to know him better over the last few weeks considering his mom was your doctor. “When are you going to call Sam?” he asked from the door so you shrugged “When Jody calls I’ll tell her it’s fine to give Dean my new number then go from there” he nodded then walked out the room.

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Sam was sitting at the table in the kitchen nursing a cup of coffee and trying to ignore just how much the bunker itself seemed to miss your presence. How had he messed everything up this bad? How had Dean been able to see just how much pain you were in but he couldn’t? Christ he was an idiot. If he could do it over he would have never gone on that very first hunt where all of you met Lila.

She didn’t hold a candle to you. You were...hell you were a force of nature. Everyone who knew you was drawn to you. You were caring but strong, courageous but smart. You would dive in feet first to help someone you cared about and even strangers. He’d seen you go toe to toe with more than one demon just to save a life. You were a soft touch when needed but also was the first to make someone shake off any self doubt and get their fire back.

When Alex had needed help paying for college you’d found grants seemingly out of thin air. When Patience would get upset about her broken relationship with her father she’d call you. You were one of the few people Claire would take advice from without rolling her eyes.

As for the way you’d changed not only his life but Dean and Cas’ as well he didn’t have the words for. Dean never got a chance to withdraw into himself with you around because you’d be at his door slipping new cds under it or bribing him out with food and western movie marathons. Cas always seemed to brighten up when you walked into a room because you never let a day pass without reminding him just how important he was to what you called your family group.

When you’d come into Sam’s life you’d knocked him flat on his ass metaphorically speaking and literally speaking. He’d ended up catching a punch from you on accident. Dean had teased him that your right hook was what made him fall in love with you. Looking up to see a woman as beautiful as you were apologizing but calling him an idiot for getting in your way at the same time did help matters. From that day forward you were all he could think about. The day you finally moved into the bunker was the happiest day of his life.

The dreams of a so-called normal life was behind him but with you a new normal started to form in his mind. He never felt more whole than when you were in his arms. Waking up to you curled against his chest or with his arm around your waist was the most peace he’d ever felt. He loved you more than he ever dreamed possible to love someone after losing Jess. He felt like such a failure because he had apparently not shown you that. When you started to talk with Donna, Jody and the girls at least he knew you were alive,healthy and indeed staying with the Banes twins.

He knew they lived near a small town on the upper west coast but that was all he did know. He wanted nothing more than to track them down and beg for the chance to see you but for now at least knowing you were ok was the best compromise he was going to get. He sighed and looked down at his laptop. He had a few news websites up but his heart wasn’t in trying to find a case, his heart was wherever you were. He could hear Dean talking to someone in the library and thought maybe he had a case until he heard Dean say your name.

He quickly moved around the corner to see Dean pacing across the floor as he spoke on the phone. He caught a few words of what Dean was saying “Are you sure?...Yeah I promise...look you have my word...I will...ok...and sweetheart it’s good to hear from you” Was Dean talking to you? Why had you called Dean? Was something wrong? Were you hurt? He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts he hadn’t realized Dean had not only hung up but had called his name three times.

“SAM!” Dean spoke harshly and he blinked a few times glancing at the phone still in his brother’s hand “Was that Y/N?” Dean nodded “Yeah she told Jody it was ok to pass her new number on to me..She’s willing to see you but she has a few conditions” “Anything, I’ll agree to anything” Sam answered quickly his mind going into overdrive at the thought of seeing you.

Dean nodded again then said “Grab your stuff. I’ll text her and let her know we’re hitting the road. I’ve got to call Max when we get close enough and he’ll come meet us to lead us up to their place”

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“Are you sure you can’t tell?” you asked Erik for the sixth time since he’d finished the glamour. He sighed and shook his head “I’m sure. I’ve hid entire buildings, your little baby bump isn’t even a challenge” you smiled then smoothed the shirt you were wearing self consciously.

“Alicia why did I agree to talk to Sam again?” She walked in behind you and held out a bottle of water “Because you’re still in love with him, it’s blaringly obvious no matter what happened he’s still in love with you because they’ve made the trip from Lebanon in record time. Even if today doesn’t go well at least you know you tried” you took a deep breath and nodded. She was right of course. When Erik’s phone went off you nearly jumped out of your skin but his hand on your arm kept you in place “Calm down Y/N, that was just Max. They’re coming up the driveway”

No sooner than the words came out of Erik’s mouth you heard the familiar rumble of the Impala’s engine. Any other time that was music to your ears but now it made you a little queasy. Erik shot you a smile before grabbing his jacket “Me and Max are headed into town but when you want to lower the glamour I showed Alicia how ok?” you nodded “Thanks again Erik” “Anytime”

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You took a deep breath when you heard the boots on the porch so Alicia moved to answer the door. You weren’t in direct eyesight so you heard Dean first say “Alicia, good to see you” she greeted him then said “Hi Sam” you felt your heart flip when he said “Hey Alicia, I um thank you for being a place she could come to” “She’s always welcome wherever me and Max are and we make sure she knows it” that was one of the many things you loved about Alicia. Her words and tone of voice was friendly but the underlying venom of having comforted a hurt friend was still very much there.

“Y/N?” Alicia called out as she shut the door behind the boys as if she didn’t know for a fact you were hiding in the small hallway between the front door and kitchen. “Right here” you replied stepping around the corner. Dean smiled when he saw you “Well you’re a sight for sore eyes” you were glad when he just hugged you with one arm around your shoulders on the off chance of him brushing against your stomach.

“I see you’ve actually managed to stay alive without me which is a miracle in itself” you teased with a tense smile trying to calm your nerves before meeting Sam’s eyes. God those fucking eyes of his. You stood there for a second staring at each other before Dean turned to Alicia “You got something to drink? Alcoholic or otherwise. I’d settle for tea or coffee” she gave him a small smile before winking at you and herding him towards the kitchen.

Once the two of you were alone you both started to speak at the same time. You laughed nervously “You want to go first?” he nodded then let out a harsh breath “I’m sorry. I know that probably falls flat but I am. You are the most important person in my life. I love you with everything in me and I failed to show you that. I failed to realize how much my actions were hurting you. I made you think I wanted someone else and I pushed you away. I don’t expect you to forgive me and I don’t expect you to come back with me but I’m grateful you chose to let me come here and tell you that face to face” You should’ve known with pregnancy hormones on top of everything else that you’d end up in tears. You wiped them away before they could fall before saying “Sam..god just tell me why? Why did you act like that towards her? Was the attachment to me the only thing stopping you? The fear of all our friends taking my side? Of your brother siding with me?”

“Baby no” he breathed and took a step towards you but when you quickly crossed your arms over your chest and stepped back he froze in his tracks. “I guess it was the feeling of losing someone you love to a demon. I’ve been there before then with what happened to her husband. It got me thinking about what happened to Jess happening to you. That’s not an excuse because you told me that you wanted other hunters backing her and I didn’t listen but please baby please know I have never wanted anyone else since the day I met you”

“But you didn’t listen to me Sam. That’s why I left! That’s why I came here and got them to ward me so you couldn’t find me. I couldn’t sit around waiting for you to break my heart and I’m not coming back with you no matter how much I want nothing more than to jump into your arms right now. If you want us...If you want a second chance before I tell you something I need a promise that you’ll be ok with it taking time, with me being here and you in Lebanon. I need you to actually think about it before you answer me Sam” you were trying so hard not to cry because you knew for a fact Dean and Alicia were standing just on the other side of that kitchen door waiting to intervene if you needed them to.

“I’d do anything for a second chance for us, to prove to you just how much you mean to me” you nodded slowly then called out “Alicia can you and Dean come here?” the door swung open quickly to both of them nearly stumbling over each other. “Yeah sweetie?” she asked so you braced yourself then said “They need to know” “And you’re sure?” she questioned so you nodded “Yeah I’m sure”

“Need to know what?” Dean asked but Alicia was already repeating the words Erik had told her would drop the glamour. The moment it faded and your stomach was back visibly rounded Dean’s eyes widened and poor Sam looked like he may faint or puke. “Is that why you left?” Sam asked quietly and you shook your head “I didn’t find out until about a month after I left. That’s why I came here”

Dean recovered quicker and held a hand out “Can I?” you nodded “She is your niece after all” “Niece, so it’s a girl?” he asked with a grin. Your hand came to cover Dean’s so you could place it on the light movements but your eyes never left Sam’s as you said “Yeah I just found out last week” a light kick made Dean’s grin get bigger “Look at that. She’s strong already” “Just like her mom” Alicia replied then reached for Dean’s arm “Let’s give them another minute” Dean nodded and kissed your cheek before saying “I love you kid and I’m gonna love her too” then followed her back into the kitchen.

Sam had remained silent so you finally looked up at him “Are you going to say anything?” a slight smile slipped onto his face before he quietly said “Can I touch you now? Because I really want to hug you and feel our daughter move” you moved towards him and he pulled you against his chest without hesitation. One large hand held your back while the other rested on your stomach “I love you Y/N. I’ll prove to you that things will be different. Nothing means more to me than you and her” you smiled up at him through the tears in your eyes “I love you too Sam”

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wormstacheangel · 3 years

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Almost: Ch. 2

Hello! I promised a part two and here it is! Read it on AO3 link (maybe leave a nice comment?) Read part one here on tumblr.

Summary: It’s a best friends to strangers to seeing each other years later with mutual pining AU. Dean drives Cas back home after that shocking turn of events and he realizes his feelings have not changed.

Word count: 1737 (More Under the Cut)

“Engaged?” Dean has said the word out loud three times, watching as Cas slipped his glove back on before picking the bags off the floor.

“You know just cause you keep saying it, it doesn’t make it any less true.” Cas rolled his shoulders back but he couldn't even meet Dean’s eyes.

Coward . Dean thinks to himself as his hands balled up into a fist when he shoves them into his overall pockets.

“I should get going.” Cas finally says again when he finally looks up but his eyes are looking past Dean. Almost as if he was forcing himself to not look at him. Dean recognizes this look though. Cas was squishing his face again, he was about to cry.

He takes a step forward out of instinct but then pulls back. “Why’d you kiss me if you were just gonna run away again?”

He tried to keep his voice even.

Cas looked away from him again, a small shrug as he shuffled his feet. “I-I honestly don’t know.”

“Bull.”

“Dean, I don’t know!” Cas finally meets his gaze, his eyes watery, but his stubborn ass wouldn’t let them fall. “You were just there and - fuck, Dean! I never thought I was going to see you again!”

“So, what are you saying?” Dean took a step towards him again and Cas stood still, his mouth in a tight line as he watched Dean with a shaky gaze. “Do you still love me?”

“Dean.” Cas’s eyebrows dropped at the same time he blinked tears. “Don’t do this.”

Dean took another step towards him, to hover over Cas but kept his hands deep in his pockets. “You do. Don’t you?”

His voice sounded way too hopeful for his liking but Cas was just a reach away. He could pull him in again and just hold him for a few more seconds. Pretend everything was okay for just a while longer.

Cas swallowed hard as he kept his gaze on Dean. Finally looking at him, almost studying him, before Cas shook his head slowly.

Dean crumbled.

“I love him . I am marrying him .” Cas held his chin up as he looked back at Dean, ocean eyes blinking away rivers of tears. “I-I’m sorry that I...that I hurt you but-”

“Hurt me? You didn’t fucken hurt me!” It was anger that was escaping. Something he can shield himself with because he didn’t expect this today.

“Oh,” Cas was taken back, eyes widened for just a second before they glared back at him. Not backing down as his next words spit out the same venom Dean’s words just did. “Sorry to fucking assume then!”

Kiss him! The little voice in Dean’s head screamed at him. Kiss him or you’ll lose him. Again.

Dean looked down at Cas’s lips, still pink and plump, maybe a little bit chapped, but perfect. He saw his tongue nervously stick out to lick his lower lip before he met Cas’s gaze. He looked hurt.

Dean couldn’t look at him anymore.

“Just get in the car, Cas.” Dean grabbed the bags from Cas’s death grip, pulled on them hard enough before he opened the door to the back seat to throw the bags inside. He already dropped the bags twice so he really wished there was nothing breakable in there.

“What?” Cas stood there confused. Feet shuffling again as he grabbed the lapels of his coat to wrap it around him tighter.

Dean looked at him once again before walking over to the driver’s side, rubbing at the back of his neck as he walked. “I’m driving you home, dumbass.”

“Oh.” Cas reached for the door handle before he met Dean’s gaze across the top of the car. “Dean, are you sure? I could easily just-”

“It’s just a damn ride. You’re cold aren’t you?”

“I am.” Cas nodded before his expression softened. “If you’re sure.”

Dean rolled his eyes as he opened his door and slid into the driver's seat. “Whatever.”

Cas slid in beside him not a second later and the air inside changed drastically. Almost suffocating with the electric charge in the air but Dean white knuckled the steering wheel for just a second before turning the car on. When he turned to look at Cas in the passenger seat he found him already going through the box of cassette tapes.

It was a comforting and familiar sight.

Cas remembered his routine in the car. He finally found the tape he was looking for, Dean’s face reddened at the sight of the old mixtape, and he pushed the eject button on the tape deck. Replacing the Metallica tape for the mixtape Dean made Cas back in high school. That dumbass probably still didn’t realize what that meant.

He presses play and then turns on the heaters before he starts rewinding the Metallica tape. So it’ll be ready for when Dean wants to listen to it again.

As the first beat of Tangerine starts to fill the car, Cas turns to give Dean a small smile with one eyebrow raised. As if asking him why he hasn’t started driving yet.

“Yeah,” Dean swallows as he tightens his hold on the wheel. “Okay.”

It was a quiet drive to the Novaks. Cas busied himself with rewinding tapes that Dean just never bothered to do. The car was starting to get too warm but he wasn’t sure if it was because of the heater or because Cas was in the car.

What are they even supposed to say to each other now? Cas didn’t love him anymore and - fuck he didn’t even know he held on to hope that he would - it hurt like hell knowing he loved someone else.

Dean really thought he buried all those feelings of love and... love . Especially when it made no sense to be in love with a guy he hasn't seen in 5-frickin-years. People change in time. Dean sure as hell wasn't the same guy. He couldn't expect Cas to stay the same.

To still love him.

They moved on. That’s good. That’s how life works but fuck! Why does this shit have to be so much more complicated? He’s engaged for fucks sake!

Dean sneaked a peek at Cas. He was humming along to Black Dog , his mouth mouthing to the words as his eyes shut tight while he was rewinding a Lynyrd Skynyrd tape His head bopped to the beat as he enjoyed the song with a smile on his face. And Dean felt like he was a senior in high school again. Secretly in love with his high school best friend and dealing with the gay panic all on his own.

Then their six-year friendship ended after they finished their two-year general ed at their local community college. Dean only got it cause Cas kept pushing him to do so and after it was all done Cas said goodbye.

Finally kissing him, only to lose him.

Again!

Dean banged his head against the steering wheel when he stopped at a stop sign.

“Dean?” He heard Cas’s voice call out to him and Dean looked ahead at the road when he started to drive. Turning into Cas’s old house. The route is as familiar as going to his own house. Dean only hummed a response, raising his chin to show Cas he was listening. “Are you coming to the funeral?”

“Was planning on it but if you don’t want me-”

“Don’t be stupid.” Dean can hear Cas rolling his eyes. “ I’m just wondering. I’m not asking you not to go.”

“Then why are you asking?” Dean asked as he slowed the car to park in front of the Novak’s house. He notices the cars that were already parked in the driveway before he turns to look at Cas. Maybe his words came out harsher than he intended them because Cas’s jaw was clenching.

“Mick is gonna be there.” Cas tells him while he tucked the box of tapes back under the seat. Not looking at Dean again.

“Mick? Who the hell is - oh!” Dean chuckled as he looked away from Cas to look down at his own hands gripping the wheel again. Ready to just get out of here and hopefully stuff it back down the rabbit hole in his mind where he would never have to think about it again. Dean repeated his name slowly and even he could hear the bitterness in his tone. “Mick.”

“Yes. Mick.” Dean can once again hear Cas roll his eyes, annoyed. “My fiancé.”

“Dumb name but whatever.” Dean shrugged as he sat straighter in his seat. “I won’t fucken fight him or whatever if that’s what you’re fucken worried about.”

“I’m not, dumbass. I just wanted to,” Cas sighed, sounding a bit defeated, so Dean finally turns to look at him. He looked small. Nervous as he fidgeted with his dumb coat again. “I wanted you to like him.”

“Oh.” Was all he could say.

Cas sighed as his shoulders hunched forward. “I’m sorry. I know it’s too much to ask for-”

“Yeah, Cas, it's a lot to fucken ask for!” Cas's whole body winced but right now Dean didn’t care. “I just kissed his damn fiancé and I want to do it again so fucken badly,” Cas’s eyes finally looked up to meet his gaze but Dean looked away. “And you want me to face the poor bastard? No, Cas. I-I won’t.”

“I’m sorry.” Dean could see from the corner of his eye that Cas reached for him and then pulled his hand back. Dean didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. “I’ll just keep my distance.”

“Probably for the best.”

“Yeah. Probably.”

Cas then opened his door and got out into the cold air. Dean didn’t look back when he opened the back door to get his things from the back seat.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Cas quietly said as he shuffled the bags into his hands. Dean nodded, already starting the car again. “Bye.”

“Yeah. Bye.”

Cas let out a tired sigh. “I’m sorry, Dean.”

Dean didn’t say anything, didn’t even sneak a peek at Cas through the rearview mirror.

“Thanks for the ride. It was...nice.” And then the door slammed closed.

As soon as he heard the door closed he sped away. Ejecting the mixtape from the tape deck and throwing it into the back seat.

#Destiel #Deancas #Supernatural #SPN #A More Profound OTP #My Writing #WormstacheWrites #destiel fanfic #destiel angst #angst #mutual pinning #deancas fanfic #thanks to those that helped me pick who Cas was engaged too!#also for the motivation!#don't worry it's a happy ending

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dale-the-human · 3 years

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Never Eat Soggy Waffles (VENOM 2 TRAILER ONESHOT)

Based on the latest trailer for "Venom 2 Let there be Carnage," specifically the fantastically chaotic breakfast scene which is perfect and I love every part of it. READ ON AO3

In the films, the sentient, genderless gooey blob bonded to Eddie Brock is often referred to by he/him pronouns so that's what's used here. My headcanon is that Venom couldn't care less what they're called, as long as it's not "it" or "parasite" or "gooey blob."

Too fuckin early.

That was the first coherent thought that went through Eddie's mind as he went through the uncomfortable process of dragging his sluggish brain back to consciousness after twelve hours of something that resembled a coma more than sleep.

He felt something only-semi-gently prod his cheek and opened his eyes to find Venom's face floating so close that if both of them had had noses, they would be participating in what is rather-extremely inappropriately called an "Eskimo Kiss." There had to be a better, more culturally sensitive name for that, but with only half of his brain online, the word was out of Eddie's reach.

The first five times Eddie had woken up to the dramatic visage of Venom's face floating approximately two inches away from his own, he'd been understandably startled. For example, instance number four had resulted in a violent collision with the laptop Eddie had made the mistake of leaving right next to his head.

But a year of morning jumpscares had conditioned Eddie's sympathetic nervous system, and today he barely even blinked.

"IT IS 1PM, EDDIE," Venom said. "I WOULD SAY GOOD MORNING BUT THAT IS NOT EVEN ACCURATE ANYMORE."

Eddie groaned, turning away from him. He grabbed another pillow and shoved his face into it, blocking out the sunlight piercing through the half-broken window blinds. When had those even broken? He didn't care enough to try to remember.

A callous black tentacle very rudely snatched the precious pillow away, then even more rudely smacked Eddie on the cheek.

"WAKEY WAKEY, EGGS AND BAC'Y"

"...What?" Eddie mumbled sleepily. "The hell'd you learn that from?"

"A COMMERCIAL. YOU WERE ASLEEP AT THAT POINT."

"Ah."

Venom had a fascination with human television, and since he required significantly less sleep than Eddie, and Eddie could sleep though pretty much anything, they would often spend the night laid out on the couch, Eddie drooling on the dilapidated cushions while Venom watched anything and everything from football to infomercials to Pawn Stars to The CW.

To Eddie's mild confusion, Venom was particularly fond of Supernatural, He enjoyed learning human lore of monsters and ghosts, and occasionally woke up Eddie to ask if something was real. Even though the answer was almost always "No, and for the love of fuck just let me sleep," the alien still greatly enjoyed the show. Once, he shared with Eddie that his favorite character was Dean because he looked the most like him. Even though Eddie had apologized for laughing so hard, Venom was too embarrassed to ever bring it up again.

After another minute of impatient prodding, Venom successfully got his reluctant host out of bed. It took a combined effort to get both of Eddie's arms into the sleeves of a dingy old bathrobe, then the two of them trudged over to the kitchen, sidestepping a chicken and other assorted detritus they'd been "meaning to clean up" for several weeks now.

"Okay, c'mon, V," Eddie grumbled. "You've gotta let me have coffee today."

NO, the symbiote answered inside his head. WE HAVE TALKED ABOUT THIS, EDDIE. CAFFEINE IS NOT GOOD FOR YOU, AND WE DO NOT LIKE THE WAY IT FEELS.

Eddie sighed, opening the fridge. "You know, you're really bustin' my balls here. It's just coffee. Everyone drinks coffee- I've been drinking it like it's water for the majority of my adult life and look how I turned out."

WE KNOW. THAT'S ONE OF THE MANY DAMAGES YOU SHOULD BE GLAD WE ARE HERE TO FIX. IT'S IMPRESSIVE HOW WELL YOUR BODY FUNCTIONED DESPITE YOUR BEST EFFORTS TO RUIN IT.

"You know what?" Eddie said as he rifled through the shelves of disorganized food. "I'm gonna choose to take that as a compliment."

He grabbed the carton of discount orange juice they'd purchased on a shopping trip several days ago, feeling Venom extend several tentacles from his back.

Eddie purposefully ignored the cacophony of crashing dishware and cookware that followed, diverting his entire focus to pouring himself a glass of cheap OJ as various ingredients and cartons of milk flew around him.

Behind him, he heard Venom turn on the radio and dial it to his favorite station. As misfortune would have it, it turned out to be a song Venom knew well enough to remember the lyrics to, and Eddie was treated to a delightful cover of "Let's Call the Whole Thing Off."

Venom's impression of Louis Armstrong wasn't actually half-bad, but it was a little hard to enjoy while the symbiote belted it out entirely within their shared headspace. Why he elected to project his voice mentally instead of forming a mouth and singing irl, Eddie had no idea. He was tempted to yell at him to shut up, but after a moment of consideration, he decided it wasn't annoying enough to ruin Venom's fun.

Still doing his best not to acknowledge the chaos behind him, Eddie picked up his glass and shuffled over to the crappy little table they used for most meals. Their previous table had been a much larger one, but it had met an untimely demise six months ago when the human-symbiote team had made the unwise decision to practice back-flips indoors.

Eddie sat down, only to be startled when Venom grabbed the table with a tentacle and pushed Eddie's chair closer with a violent shove.

While he waited for Venom to finish whatever unorthodox meal he was preparing, he looked through the stack of mail in front of him.

Another letter from that red-headed freak. Great.

It was almost flattering that Kasady had picked him specifically as the only interviewer he'd talk to, but the psychopath's fixation was disturbing, even for seasoned reporter Eddie Brock.

His thoughts were interrupted by the dramatic arrival of two plates stacked high with every breakfast food he could think of. Half-cooked eggs, burnt sausages, something with mushrooms, a few whole strawberries, pancakes, and waffles, all stacked in one horrific pile and soaking wet with milk and cereal.

TA-DA! Venom said proudly. He held a bottle of ketchup in front of Eddie with one tentacle. KETCHUP?

"Excuse me?" Eddie barely had time to register what Venom had said before the symbiote happily crushed the entire bottle and coated Eddie in a beautiful explosion of red sauce.

YUMMY, Venom purred.

As he sat there, decorated with what looked like a gruesome blood splatter and faced with the unappetizing prospect of eating the breakfast Venom had lovingly prepared for him, Eddie had the same thought as before.

Too fuckin early.

#venom #venom let there be carnage #marvel comics #oneshot #venom trailer #no monster fucking here just wholesome domestic Symbrock #drabble #Symbrock #venom 2 #wholesome symbrock #I wrote this at 5 am y'all #fml #I'm so tired

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thekillingjoke-haha · 4 years

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Beauty Sleep

Marvel and Supernatural bingo

Square:Sleeping Beauty

Castiel x Archangel!Reader

Warning?: Reader seems bad, Twist on Sleeping Beauty/Snow White, Poisoning, Wicked Father,ect.

A/n: [This text is a memory]

Tag: @thisismysecrethappyplace

The loud clap of a book dropping on the table startled the brothers for their own research. "What the hell,Cas." The eldest said more then likely woken up for his half sleep mind set. "I found it." He said as he pointed to the thick book.

"Found the weapon that can restore balance." He explained further causing them to grow intrigued. It was the weapon they were looking for that could keep Angels in heaven,demons in hell,and other supernatural in purgatory. The one thing that can fix everything."Perfect where do we get it?" Sam asked as he pulled the book three times thicker then the largest dictionary towards him. "Where do we find her you mean." Castiel said making the Winchester's look at him confused.

Dean cleared his throat and dragged his hand down his face. "Her? The weapon is a person?!" He asked. "Not exactly. She was the first Archangel made by both God and Amare. Legend has it she's more powerful then both of them she could create life with ease and equally wipe it without so much as a single thought. Because of this she had to be put to rest." The angel explained further.

"If she's so powerful how is she "put to rest" can't she wake herself up?" Dean asked as he looked over his brother's shoulder at the book. "Apparently her prison has hex symbols that takes away and returns her grace in a constant loop to keep her weak yet alive." The younger brother explained pointing out the drawing of the three symbols on the page. "So a real life sleeping beauty? Sweet! I always fit the role of prince charming ya know?" Dean said cockily posing victoriously.

The angel rolled his eyes. "There's a catch,Dean. It says once we break those symbols all of heaven and hell will feel it. The creations that she made will hunt her down...all things supernatural will come for her,but once she's back in full power she'll be able to cloak herself." Cas said as he paced slightly. If she was a powerful as legend had it she could fix it all for them. "Her creations? She made the monsters we hunt?! I thought that was Eve." Dean exclaimed as he ran a hand through his hair. "That's a common misconception the apple she ate gave he knowledge that only three beings knew. That special apple was made from her grace." That's when the angel paused as his words raked over him. "Her garden was never just a place it was her prison."

"The garden of Eden. What's this Angel's name?" Sam asked as he flipped through the book and tried to find a name,but all he saw was angel of light and darkness,the perfect balance. "God was nice enough to name it after her. Eden the first Archangel,but she's gone by many names before." He said.

Dean looked at the book with Sam. "Where do we find the magical garden? No book supernatural or not ever gave a location." The eldest asked and it was a good question. "The garden never stays in the same place for to long it moves often. One day it could be in a forest the next in a mountain." Cas said with a sigh it was impossible to find the prison with out a bit of her grace to track the source.

"Her grace is strong even a little can help us. Even if a millennia has gone by and it's became one with the elements it can help." Cas explained. "Cain" The name fell from Dean's lips as he numbly rubbed where the mark once was. "Cain is the son of Adam and Eve. Eve had that grace in her system she must have pasted it to him!" With that the boys packed up and were heading to Cains house to use him as a tracking device. The day long drive dragged on and with those time Sam continued to ask questions.

Most of the questions the angel had no answer to until one made him freeze up. "How did it happen in the first place? Was she casted out of heaven like Lucifer?" The younger Winchester asked. "I think Chuck poisoned her. She was like Lucifer she questioned a lot of things it was a new angelic trait, curiosity, except she loved all creatures and things Chuck made so when he makes something new she was the first to see and that was the last time any angel has seen her." The vivid memory came to mind.

The giggle of the young fledglings filled the air. A girl with H/c hair dragged a younger version of himself around. "My little raven come look! Father has created such beautiful things." She said as she showed him the flowers in her hand each different from the other. "What are they called?" He asked tilting his head. "Father said I can name them,but I can't think of anything...come help me plant them on earth there we can name them!" She said using her three pairs of large F/c wings to bring them to earth before humans were even thought about.

The soil on the ground was dark and it was vastly different from the sand surrounding it. With gentle hands she planted all of the flowers and together the angels named them. "Hmmm..." The girl hummed. "What is it Y/n?" He asked her. "We need something to keep them growing in numbers, raven." She said using a stick to draw on the dirt. "What should it look like?" Y/n asked him as she was going to go to her father to create it.

"Um...give it wings and make it the color of those sunflower over there." Castiel suggested. The drowning at took a couple tries,but as the kept adding and removing things they got what they wanted. Without realizing that the archangel just made multiple winged creatures on a whim and she wasn't even trying. God saw it all a d it scared him,but he couldn't do anything about it when his sister along with his other archangels would be there to stop him. He had to wait.

Three mil past and the two children grew bigger and she grew stronger. The small patch has turned into a garden of various plants that were only found in different climates around the world. Together they went there everyday even more often after the imprisonment of Amara and Lucifer along with the disappearance of Gabriel. Michael was busy trying to keep order after the two archangels left so it was his chance. Chuck called his daughter to see another one of his inventions,but that time was so much different from the others. Afterwards she didn't comeback she was never seen in heaven again and on that day a tree taller then any other in that garden with apples of pure gold grew.

The garden of Eden disappeared after Eve ate the forbidden fruit and it wasn't ever seen again by man,angel,nor demon knew of it location. Cas lost his friend and he knew it was god that did it even if he was suppose to be a loyal soldier he couldn't when he knew that the father of creation so willingly got rid of his most prized pupil what would he do to all the underlings.

Hours have past they stand in Cains living room. "Cain we don't need much from you just some of your blood that's all." Cas said as Dean explained what for. It took some convincing,but he agreed and bleed into a vile. "You guys better stop this apocalypse before shit hits the fan." He said as he shut them back out of his house. Sam handed the vile to Cas. "Now what do we do?" He asked the angel. Without saying a word he pulled something from his pocket a old looking compass. "Rowan taught me a location spell all I need to do is..." Pouring the small amount of blood on the glass of the compass and spoke in Latin causing the red substance to disappear. "...follow the arrow." Cas finished.

The arrow spinner rapidly as it settled on the strongest pull of the grace. "Looks like we're heading west. We have a estimated week before it changes course so off we go." Cas said as they all went back to the car. Keeping his eyes trained on it a small smile formed on his lips. "I'm coming N/n." He whispered to himself. Almost five thousand miles away a the unmoving body had a shocking pull of her lip at the mention of her name if only that could have woken her up for her comatose state.

It's been three days on the road and the impala had to come to a stop a thick treeline stopped them. The dirt road turned into a hiking trail and they had no choice,but to go on foot. Together they hiked up the trail blindly following the arrow through the woods. "Cas what are we suppose to be looked for?" Sam asked as he stepped over a fallen tree branch. "The closer we get the more exotic the plants and animals will be. Also be careful some of the wild life is experimental." The angel warned causing the brothers to freeze. "What do you me by experimental? Are we going to see a truducken?!" Dean asked jokingly as he looked around.

A loud snarling noise caused him to pull out his gun and look around. "More like human eating plants and venomous insects." This made Sam tense and stick closer to a still walking Castiel and Dean to cautiously does the same looking at each and every plant close by. "What is this fucking Jumanji?!?! Everything can kill us." Dean said keeping his gun up and ready to fire. "Oh, that was the name of the movie. Yeah those types of movies were based off of what explores experienced when getting to close to the garden." The blue eyed angel said with a shrug.

In a clearing they all look with widened eyes at the land before them. Flowers of all types with various animals and inserts. They watched in wander at everything creatures they've never seen or never insisted out of the garden. Everything was in bloom even though it was mid fall. There was a clear gravel path cutting off between the forest and wonderland in front of them.They wandered around since it became more difficult to find where the pull was unclear. "She won't be in plain sight she'll be hidden well. Look for something that doesn't quite match the rest. Trees of all kinds surrounded the area,but it was Sam who noticed the sand that mirrored a sky full of stars. He slowly followed it till it grew thick into a sanded path.

The youngest Winchester had his eyes trained down so when he looked up the apple tree before his eyes took his breath away. It looked straight out of a child's most imaginative fantasy. A white trunk with red leaves and the most noticeable feature the solid gold apples on it's branches. Sam didn't hear the voices of his brother or friend as he stepped closer directly under one of the low hanging fruits. Reaching up he picked the ripe fruit his brown eyes glazed over by temptation and curiosity. "SAM DON'T EAT THAT THAT!!!" Cas yelled using his grace to stop him mid bite. The angel looked in horror at the item in his hand a dark purple almost black apple sat in his friend's hands.

To anyone mortal it looked beautiful with it golden exterior,but Cas could see the ugly,fermented,poisoned inside. Glancing up the tree was rotting with barely any leaves and the few left were the color of blood. "It's poisoned their all poisoned." His words cleared the Winchester's vision of the tree and the surrounding woods all the plants were dead all around it. "It's beautiful on the outside,but deadly on the inside. And we're seeing it for what it truly is."

"It's clear as day that's she's here. Just how do we get to her?" Dean asked looking around. Castiel snapped towards Sam holding his hand out. "Do you still have the book?!" Sam nodded quickly taking the strap off his shoulder to dig it out of the bag. He handed it over the the angels that viciously flipped through the pages. "He made her a monster so a beast she became. She was blinded by curiosity and temptation she chose wrongly that day. Pick the fruit that doesn't call to you for the right one will choose you." He read word for word trying to see through the riddle. A beast? She was never a monster,but she was depicted as one. A angel that tainted the flock.

The Archangel landed gracefully in front of her father. She bowed on one knee as a warrior would clashed in her white armor and sword by her side. "Stand my child." She stood up looking at him. "Yes,father?" Her voice was gentle,but that didn't make the God of creation hesitate in his actions. "I've made something new for you to try and plant in the garden." Chuck said handing her the item. The skin was red and the surface was smooth unlike the peach that had a light fuzz. "What is this?!" Her e/c eyes burned bright her wings fluttering in excitement. "A red apple my dear." He said softly a smile on his lips stepping closer "Taste it."

Bringing it to her mouth she took a bite out of it and started to chew. It started of sweet,but became bitter within seconds and no matter how long she chewed it never broke down in size for long. "Father...something not right." She said that single bite still in her mouth. "Trial and error,darling, try to swallow it." Her h/c hair bobbed as she nodded. With a gulp she swallowed it down,but to her shock it stopped. Using her free hand she beaten at her chest to unblock her air way. Looking up at her creator she saw a look that can only be described as pure evil as a liquid poured out of her mouth.

Touching her chin a dark violet substance came dripped to the ground. Her gaze shifted to the apple within her hand and the inside no longer looked right. It was as if it gone bad from the inside,but the outside stayed fresh hiding the disgusting center. In fear she stepped back and with that she fell and continued to fall watching her home fade away. Y/n broke through the soil of the earth in a prison of her own design that she cared for and nurtured. Her arm dropped from her side the apple rolling away. The deceitful visibly harmless fruit planted it seed and grew becoming the only way to enter her personal mausoleum.

Castiel looked at the tree. All of the fruit looked the same nothing was different about a single one of them. Together the trio walked around the looming tree. The Winchester's saw something beautiful and they couldn't help,but want to pick one of the apples to taste. "What do we do,Cas. We don't have much time before this place disappear and possibly taking is with it." Dean said flinging his hands in the air. "The riddle said to wait then that's what we must do.

They grouped together and sat at the base of the tree waiting for who knows what to happen. "This is stupid! Let's just get the shovels from baby and start di–" His words were cut short as a apple full down from above them. "Well that was covenant." Sam said as Cas picked it up. To the brothers it looked odd a bronze color compared to the rest just less appealing. While to Castiel it looked horrible making the clearly deadly fruits more appetizing. "Our key in." He said. Using his hands to break it open to reveal the mouth watering interior that a honey like liquid dripped from,they picked correctly. The ground began to shake and they all stepped away from the base of the tree as the dirt around it caved in making a spiral staircase down and down they went.

It was pitch black down there so Sam and Dean pulled out flash lights to look around. They all went around the surprisingly large pocket in the ground. Dean checked for the symbols when he tripped over roots and landed on something hard and and moving. Snapping up he shined the light on the women laying as if sleeping in front of him. She was in white leather armor with a sliver sword in her hands on her chest. "Didn't find any hex symbols,but here's sleeping beauty." He said looking her over she rested on a raised stone that worked as her bed. "Never mind found them." The markings from the book in a pyramid shape was on one side of the bedrock glowing a soft F/c. Sam walked over along with Cas. The knifes both brothers held was used to break the engraved symbols,but nothing happened.

"No no no that's not right. Y/n is suppose to be freed!" The angel in distress said as he flicked through the book nothing else was said to be imprisoning her, why didn't it work? The Winchester's examined her the youngest looking at the elegant armor while the oldest focused more of the feminine features. "Sammy you read that book while in the car. Didn't you say something about her being the first female?" He asked his eyes not leaving her. "Yeah a model for Eve and later Amara's less celestial form. Why?" Sam asked touching the blade of the sword. "Yeah if that’s try why does she have a Adam's apple?"Cas wasn't fully paying attention until that sentence. His blue eyes imminently went to her throat were a noticeable lump was. "That wasn't there before." He mumbled loud enough for them to hear. Placing his ear just a centimetre away from her lips a shallow breath was let out and a wheezed inhale drew it back in.

The angel put his overlapping hands on her chest. He didn't know everything about humanity,but he knew enough to understand what he was about to do. He pushed with all his strength and he heard a sharp breath push out it just wasn't enough to dislodge whatever was there. Cas continued his actions and just when he was giving up hope she coughed up the chunk of apple and a weird substance. F/c glowing eyes snapped open as she lurched forward her grace burning bright casting a shadow behind her. It was a sight to see three sets of wings,what can only be described as a halo,along with twisted horns. After the grace calmed down her eyes returned to their normal color and they instantly when to Cas a wide smile spreading on her face. "My raven." She said. Y/n knew why she was awoken after all this time. To fight in a war she wanted no part of,but with the thought of putting everything in balance and striking down her father where he stood made her ready to fight. After all she felt like she's had enough Beauty Sleep.

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A/n: This one took a minute,but I was torn between sleeping beauty and snow white since both of them fall asleep so a mix of both.

Also post #69....Noice

#supernatural #thisismysecrethappyplacetropebingo #Marvel & Supernatural Bingo #castiel #castiel x reader #castiel x platonic!reader #Sam Winchester #dean winchester #dear chuck #Chuck's a dick #sleeping beauty #snow white #with a twist #twisted fairy tales #poison apple #archangel!reader #goddess!reader

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fairlyspnfanfic · 3 years

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The Secrets We Keep - Part 7 - Finale

Summary: You met the Winchester’s a little less than a year ago when they came to town for a case. You’d had one or two moments of, shall we say, closeness with the youngest Winchester, and more than your fair share of arguments, too. But this time may just be different.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, angst, all that fun stuff.

Words: 2,887

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six

His relieved sigh as he breathed out my name pulled at me as I closed my eyes and attempted to clear my head, shake off my anger.

“Are you okay?” he asked, anxiety dripping from each word. I nodded before realizing he wouldn’t be able to see the action. My hair fell over my face as I all but whispered “Yeah.”

“You’re at Jules’?”

“Mhm.”

I could hear Dean murmuring in the background.

“Are you going to stay there?” Sam asked, desperately.

“She’s gonna bail again, Sammy.” Dean chastised him from the driver’s seat. A quick sigh forced its way out of my mouth as the rage emanating from his accusation dug at me. But I knew he had good reason to say what he did.

“I’ll be here.” I murmured as I attempted to hide my guilt, wrapping my free arm around my torso.

He was silent for a beat. Dean jumped at his opportunity to speak again. “If you’re gone when we get there Y/N, I’ll kick your ass myself.” His voice was loud, full of vitriol and bubbling over with rage. I pushed my eyes closed again.

“I’m not going anywhere, Sam.” I reassured him. “Please…” I begged. “Please get here.” The line disconnected and I set my phone down gently on the couch cushion next to me. I hung my head in my hands, wrapped my fingers around the back of my neck and attempted to massage the stress out of it.

All I could think about was Sam and what was going to transpire when he arrived. Would he wrap me in his arms and kiss me like he had in my fantasy? Would he go back to giving me the silent treatment, frosty and distant? Or could it be worse?

Dean’s words echoed in my head. I couldn’t blame him for his anger. I hadn’t just abandoned his brother but him as well. We had been close. He was the closest thing to a best friend that I had ever had. And I had left him as well. Wordlessly and without explanation.

I had no idea how much time had passed but suddenly, there were loud knocks on the front door. Jules hadn’t gotten back yet, so I pulled myself to my feet, “Coming,” I sang out as I walked over to the door and grabbed the handle.

I barely had the door cracked when Dean shoved it wide open, his eyes boring holes into me as he walked in and stomped past me. “Dean!” I called after him, but his angry stomping feet were already making their way upstairs. Sighing and turning back to the door, my eyes locked on Sam’s. His hands were in his pockets and his hair was disheveled. I’d never seen him looking so unkempt. “Hey,” I greeted him and waved my arm, welcoming him into the house. He hesitated but finally walked over the threshold and towards the couch.

“Sam, I-“

“You can’t do this shit.” His words were firm and non-negotiable. His steely eyes were locked on mine again and his brow was tightly creased, showing me his seriousness. He raked his fingers through his hair as he walked in a circle, beginning to pace.

“Do what?” My relief at his arrival was beginning to fade as I felt the signs of past arguments coming back to haunt us. “You mean hunting?” The incredulity in my voice was tangible.

“This!” He yelled. “Fuck, Y/N.” His pacing had slowed and his breathing seemed more labored as I watched his chest heaving in front of me.

“All of this. Running. Avoiding people. Leaving them behind... Leaving me behind” His tone went from enraged to hurt in a matter of words. I pushed my hair back behind my ears and swallowed hard, hoping to take my apprehension along with it.

“Sam,” I began explaining. “I’m sorry.” My eyes began to well with tears and I did everything I could to hold them at bay. “Running from you, all of it. It’s not what I wanted. I never meant to-“

“To leave me?” he asked accusatorily.

“Yeah.” I whispered back. “You’re what I want. You’re all I want. Damnit, Sam, I’ve been in love with you since the first time we met.” He began walking towards me, his hand outstretched as if he was about to wrap it tenderly around my arm. I quickly took a step back, blocking him from doing so. “But hunting? Saving people? I’m good at this.” My dedication and desperation were clear. “Don’t ask me to choose.”

Every part of me yearned for his touch. I wanted nothing more than to be wrapped in his embrace and to lose myself in him. But we’d been down that particular road and it never ended well.

“If you’re out there,” he said pointing towards the door. “how am I supposed to keep you safe?” His eyes were glistening now, matching my own.

“You can’t,” I answered with a sad smile. He turned around in response, again running his hands through his hair, pulling on the ends as he did so. When he turned back to face me, his eyes were piercing. “The same way I don’t ever know if you’re safe.” The truth of my words seemed to get through to him as his mouth fell agape and he dropped his arms, defeated.

I shrugged and gave a sad chuckle. “This is where we always end up, isn’t it?” His lack of response affirmed my question. “Neither of us win. We both lose.”

The silence in the room was deafening.

“No.” He whispered so quietly that I half believed that I was hearing what I wanted to.

He was shaking his head now as he walked towards me, his steps deliberate and hastened. My mind had no time to process. His lips wound themselves with mine, dancing together as they always had. Firm and all encompassing. Taking my breath away. I kissed him in return, hungrily and desperate for more. I could feel his hand on the small of my back pulling me closer to him as his other palm cupped my face.

His tongue grazed my lower lip, begging for the entry that I was quick to grant him. I had missed the feel of his mouth on mine. The sensation of his tongue exploring my own. No dream could compare to this. I allowed myself to let go and relished myself in him.

“Sam,” I moaned as our lips parted all too quickly.

“I won’t lose this. I won’t lose you,” he demanded, crushing his mouth back onto mine. His arms were solidly wrapped around my waist as I cradled his face in my hands. His lips were demanding, drawing the resistance out of me like so much venom. Everything in me wanted to fall apart; to lose myself in him. Forget all the fights and issues that had brought us to this point.

Sam’s fingers were beginning to creep up my back, underneath my t-shirt as they caressed my skin, sending shockwaves through me at his touch. I broke our kiss, taking a deep breath and attempting to steady myself. He took the opportunity to lower his head, nuzzling himself into my neck as he placed tentative kisses and an ever so slight amount of suction to the sensitive divot just above my clavicle.

I groaned, relishing myself in the sensation of him. My breath hitched in my chest, my want for him overwhelming me. The grunt that came from his throat as he lifted me and wrapped my legs around himself sent goosebumps through me. I pawed at him, feeling the strain in his neck with every moan, and each flex of the muscles in his arms.

“Sam,” I panted, leaning my head back again.

“Do you want to go upstairs?” He asked, his eyes fixed on me with dilated pupils, full of lust and burning straight through to my core. My capacity for thinking was far from functional. I forcibly broke eye contact with him, taking a deep breath to steady myself as I pulled my legs from his hands and stood. “Wait,” I muttered, breathlessly. His arms relaxed as he started to back away and I could see the confusion on his face as his eyebrows creased. I placed my hands on his arms, pulling him back towards me.

“No, don’t. I just need a breath.” I sputtered. “Sam,” I began. “We can’t solve this with sex.”

His eyes dropped to the floor, but he didn’t back away. “I know.”

“Are you ever going to be okay with me hunting?”

“Probably not.”

“Are you going to stop me from hunting?” Ever so slowly, he shook his head. “No.”

I let out a breath of relief.

“Doesn’t mean I’m going to be happy about it,” he said as he reached out, placing his fingers on my chin and tilting me ever so gently so that I was looking at him directly. “Doesn’t mean I won’t worry, and it doesn’t mean I won’t end up following you and pissing you off.”

A smile graced my face. “Oh yeah?” I goaded him.

He nodded, that devilish and desirable look in his eyes that made me weak.

“But I’ll make it up to you, too,” he whispered, bringing his lips to my ear and brushing my hair back with his adept fingers before placing a single chaste kiss against my neck, eliciting a soft whine from my lips.

“I think I can be amenable to that,” I answered him.

I watched as Sam walked over to the couch across the room from me. He wrapped his hand firmly around the handle of my duffle bag, lifting it from the floor and walking back towards me, all strength, determination and pure sex appeal.

My face must have displayed my confusion.

“We’re leaving,” he answered me with a sly smile; that dimple that I loved so much making an appearance. His free hand outreached towards me. I happily took it and allowed him to lead me to the front door.

“Your car or mine?” I asked him.

“You take my car; I’ll kill you both!” Dean’s voice rang down from upstairs earning chuckles from both of us.

“Mine then.” I reached into my pocket, pulling my car keys out and following Sam out the door.

“Good,” he answered. “I don’t think Dean would appreciate us doing the things I have planned in the impala.”

I raised an eyebrow at him, suspiciously. “And what is it that you have planned?” He reached out and pulled the car keys from my hand in response, pushing me lightly towards the passenger side.

“Get in,” he ordered, all confidence and commanding. I acquiesced.

His long frame folded itself until he was sitting in the driver’s seat, turning the key in the ignition and all too quickly backing out of the driveway. The open palm of his right hand laid in the space between us, and I scooted over, setting myself as close to him as possible within the constraints of the seatbelt.

He pointed the car towards home, looking over at me every few seconds as if he was convinced that I was about to disappear. “Can I help you?” I asked, jokingly.

His fingers snaked themselves out of mine as he maintained eye contact for longer than was probably safe as he cruised down the back country road. Eyes that were full of lust. His fingers found their way to my inner thigh, gently moving towards my center. Instinctively, I squeezed my knees closer together, undoubtedly warming Sam’s hand as I gasped. I felt his index finger rubbing against the zipper of my jeans, sending shockwaves through me and instantly diverting all thoughts I may have had to one central location.

Slowly, painfully slowly, he lowered my zipper, exposing my red and black boyshort panties to his hands. I tossed my head back on to the short headrest behind me as his digits massaged my entrance through the fabric. Fabric that now seemed to be far too thick for my liking. “Sam,” I panted out.

He unhurriedly pushed the fabric to one side and ever so proficiently began rubbing circles around my clit. Slow, torturous circles that succeeded in simultaneously making me wet and making me wish that we hadn’t left the house and the advantage of the bedroom upstairs.

His movements quickened and my breathing followed suit. He turned his hand over, quickly plunging his middle and ring finger into my entrance while keeping his thumb pressed firmly against my nub, rubbing in that same way. My panting had quickly turned to moans and my hand had reached over to his side, my fingers desperately grasping his knee as I searched for my release.

“Y/N,” he groaned, his eyes fixated on the road ahead of him. “Come for me.” His thumb worked me over while he continued to insert and remove his fingers from me repeatedly. I could feel my peek approaching. My breathing was ragged, and my back began to arch without my instruction. The cries and gasps coming from my mouth became shorter as I crested that wave, being overtaken by it as I found myself reaching my pinnacle of pleasure.

The car had stopped. As my breathing returned to normal and I could finally open my eyes to take in and process my surroundings, the engine turned off. Sam withdrew his hand from me and grabbed my arm. He pulled me towards him, pushing my jeans down off my hips and to the floor before throwing my legs over either side of him. “Fuck, Sam,” I muttered feeling how hard he was through his jeans.

Instinctively, I reached down, frantically unzipping his pants and freeing him from his boxers. His mouth was on my neck, kneading the sensitive skin with his lips and ever so slightly his teeth. “Look at me, Sam.” I ordered. He obliged instantly, locking his gaze with mine. Primal need had possessed us.

“You okay?” he asked, the same way he’d always asked for my consent before we ever went any further. I nodded instantly. “God yes,” I told him before pushing my lips to his own and lowering myself onto him. I could feel the glorious stretch within me as I became re-accustomed to the size of him. The feral grunt that pushed through his mouth as he hung his head back, closing his eyes shut, urged me on.

His large, rough hands wrapped around my waist, guiding me as I grinded myself against him. My hair was draped over his face, and our lips, still connected, grew hungrier and more demanding with each passing second.

I broke my lips apart from his, tossing my head back behind me as I allowed every part of me to relish in the heady rapture that was Sam. All of him. I increased my pace, finding the urge inside hungrier by the moment. “Slow down, baby,” his voice crooned at me as he grabbed my face, pulling me down to him. “I want to last,” he finished, before locking his lips to mine. I slowed the roll of my hips, going against the deep seeded ache in my core that longed for relief.

My hands snaked down his chest, feeling the definition of his muscles beneath his flannel shirt. My nails dug in slightly, eliciting a hiss from his lips. The sound drove me closer and closer to the edge. “Sam,” I moaned his name into his mouth, begging him. His hips that had been matching my pace slowed to an apparent stop. My desperation rocked me as I moaned. “I’m so close, Sam.” My words were rushed, a trace of panic laced in them.

I opened my eyes, locking my gaze to his and taking in the devilish smile that spread across his face. “Come on, baby,” he said. “I want to go all night long.”

I lowered my forehead to his and kissed him as I raked my nails down his abdomen before finding my hand lingering at our juncture. My fingers swirled up making rough contact with the extremely sensitive nub. I watched as Sam’s eyes flicked down, taking in my motions, his mouth hanging open. “Fuck,” he groaned as his hips resumed the punishing pace. He sped up, faster and faster, as we both barreled towards our climaxes. It was a matter of moments before I was again reaching my peak, spasming as I did so. Sam had wrapped his arms firmly around my waist, pounding himself into me as he found his own release, screaming my name as he did so.

We sat there long enough to catch our breath, still connected in every way we possibly could be. Sam’s lips pursing and layering kisses down my neck and shoulder. Wordless and breathless, I pulled myself off him, righting myself and replacing my clothing as I did so.

“That was...” he trailed off.

“Incredible.” I finished for him. He chuckled in response, nodding his head. With one last deep breath, Sam sat himself up and began the process of fixing his own jeans.

“Shall we?” he asked, turning the ignition once more and bringing the car back to life.

I nodded at him happily. “Let’s go home.”

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vanillann · 4 years

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steps of falling in love (draco malfoy x f.reader)

word count: 1.1k

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step 4: learn about your prospect

"I'm not going with you."

I rolled my eyes, letting my back fall on the wooden door behind me with my hand still gracefully on the handle.

"If you want Kline you have to know Kline," I felt like a broken record at this point.

"She's a girl, can't be that hard."

I was seconds away from beating him to the floor if he didn't stop with his nasty comments.

"She's Melody Kline, she's impossible and that's why she is the only Slytherin not in an arranged marriage beside you."

I watched his eyes roll to the back of his head, finally pushing off the large desk with another stolen book in his hand.

"If anyone asked, Snape told me to tutor you," he muttered the words quickly, slipping out the room without daring to let his shoulder brush against mine.

"More like I'm tutoring you," I whisper more so to myself, but based on how face he turned around he must have heard.

He said nothing about my words, simply pushing open the door to the corridors of the castle. His fingers lingered on the door but not longer enough for me to slip through.

I rolled my eyes, pushing open the door and running to keep up with him. His feet brought him to the edge of the courtyard before he stopped. I stood beside him, looking over the different heads that sat around the courtyard.

"Morning (Y/N)," I spun on my feet, looking at a happy Neville as he waved to me. I smiled happily back.

"Morning Longbottom, how's potions going for ya?"

"Better, thank you for helping me write that paper," I watched his eyes drift to Malfoy who watched both closely. I turned back, Malfoy eyes watched Neville and I liked a crazy documentary.

"What are you doing with Malfoy?" Neville spoke softly but by the face Malfoy made he still overheard him.

"I'm helping him study for Defense," I whispered softly out but I felt a swift poke to my back, looking over my shoulder but ignoring his glare. I turned back to Neville but Malfoy cut him off.

"I'm helping her in potions," Malfoy coughed out, his head held high before Neville spoke.

"She has the top grade out of all Hufflepuff's, everyone knows that."

I smirked to myself, looking up at Neville who gave me a sweet smile and left to join Dean Thoman across the courtyard.

"You should have told me about potions," was the first thing Malfoy whispered-yelled to me as I turned to look at him with a sweet smile.

"You didn't ask," I caught sight of Melody's black curls walking across the courtyard with a few other Slytherin's and a Ravenclaw.

"Evil, you're evil," he muttered as I moved his arm, his jumping when I grabbed his black suit and pulled him into a near-by bush.

"Not my style," I spoke gently, keeping a close eye on Kline as she took a seat on one of the stone benches.

"This is incredibly creepy Kennedy," Malfoy barked out from behind me, I finally let go of his suit as I looked back to KIine and ignored his whining.

"Why can't I just go up and speak to her?"

I turned from Kline and sat on the dirt below up, giving Malfoy a deadpanned look as I went to explain why his idea sucked.

"Because you mess up with one word with Kline and it's over."

He said nothing, his stone cold eyes looking to me as if I just ruined his dreams of such.

"Why didn't you tell me about potions?"

I rolled my eyes, sitting on my tip-toes and turning to look back at Kline who was giggling with a Slytherin, someone Ky was going to have to keep an eye on to find their humor.

"Seriously, you made me look like an idiot," he whispered directly into my ear, which brought shivers to my spine with how close he seemed. As soon as he noticed he backed up, his expression was neutral as I looked at him.

"I told you, you didn't ask and the truth is nobody cares as much as you think that you're seen with me," I barked out, making sure to keep my voice quiet as we still hid in a bush.

"You don't understand-" he stopped himself, saying nothing as he looked over my shoulder and looked to Kline. I looked back, his face barely hovering over my shoulder with little sniffs. I originally thought he was crying for some odd reason but then he started talking.

"Why do I smell chocolate?"

I said nothing, my hand reaching into my pocket to pull a bar of chocolate from my pocket before letting it rest back in my robes.

"Why the world would you just carry around chocolate?"

"Professor Lupin also said it made people feel better and I agreed so if I'm ever down or I see someone else down I just give them chocolate and the gesture enough makes them smile," I didn't know why I was explaining myself but it felt simple enough so I didn't say anything.

"So you just walk around smelling like coconuts and chocolate all the time?"

I felt my eyebrows draw together, looking over my shoulder to a shocked Malfoy, His nose could have touched mine if one of us moved the wrong way.

"I noticed last time you had a bottle of coconut perfume and I smelt it in the closet," he spoke, redirecting his eyes to where Kline sat. His eyebrows drew together and he pointed. I followed his longer finger to see her getting awfully cozy with Blaise.

"Aren't you both friends?"

"Mhm-" Mafloy muttered out, keeping his eyes on Blaise who was making Kline giggle and touch his arm.

"Shit-" I spoke mostly to myself before the side of the bushes we hid in were pushed back.

I turned quickly with wide eyes as I looked at the two boys who were walking Malfoy and I with wide eyes.

"Did we interrupt something?" Ron Weasley spoke with wide eyes and a cracky voice.

"No!"

"Blimey no!"

Malfoy and I spoke at the same time, my eyes trained on Harry as he gave me a shy smile before looking back to Malfoy.

"See you around (Y/N)," Harry spoke and I felt my cheeks heat up with fiery blush.

"Bye Harry, Ron."

I couldn't believe that I even got the words out, they both let the bush close back but there was a small opening where he had grabbed the branches.

"Oh Merlin, you like Potter," Malfoy spit out his name like venom.

"I'll kill you with my bare hands if you tell a soul Malfoy."

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supernaturaldesires · 3 years

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Dirty Little Secret - Chapter Seven (Finale)

Pairing: Demon!Dean x reader

Additional characters: Sam, Castiel

Warnings: hostage, threatened murder

Word Count: 1,495

“Dean!”

The demon faltered, caught off guard, slipping out of you as he turned to identify the intruder. You tried to lift your head, but by this point your body had gone numb and wouldn’t obey you. “Cas, he’s here! Quick!”

In a flash, the demon grabbed you by your throat as he spun around to face the door, holding your body against his chest like a shield. His other hand fisted your hair painfully. He was virtually holding your entire weight by your throat and hair, for your legs were shaking too much to hold yourself up.

“Don’t take a step closer Sammy, or I’ll snap her pretty neck,” Dean warned with a venomous tone. “And I’d hate to do that, because I’d just trained her up nicely. It would be such a waste.”

Through fluttering eyes, you caught a glimpse of your rescuer. He was much taller than your captor, with shaggy hair and pained, desperate eyes. You tried to claw at Dean’s hand on your throat, which was gripping so hard that it had cut off your circulation.

“Dean, let her go, this isn’t you,” the man pleaded.

“This is who I really am, Sam,” Dean sneered at him. “You think I want to spend my life running around after my baby bitch brother, pulling you out of the messes you make? Nuh-uh, no more. This is my time. How did you even find me?”

“The bitch inside Jo was practically desperate to gloat about what the two of you did to this poor girl,” Sam growled through gritted teeth. “As soon as I exorcised the demon, Jo was mortified at what had happened and gave me the coordinates to find you.”

“I knew that stupid bitch couldn’t keep her mouth shut. Wait ‘til I get my hands on that cunt.” Dean’s grip on your throat wasn’t relenting and you gasped for air, your vision going blurry and losing all ability to support yourself.

“Cas, do something!” Sam cried.

Little to your knowledge, a third figure in a trench coat appeared behind Dean. “It’s over, Dean,” he said gently, clasping his hand on the demon’s face. Dean’s grip on you released instantly and Sam launched forward to catch you as you collapsed. A blinding white light shone from Dean’s face as he crumpled into a heap on the floor.

Delirious and unfocused, you felt yourself being lifted as Sam carried you out of the room. You saw the other side of that door for the first time ever, but your vision was hazy and you couldn’t focus on your surroundings. You felt Sam climbing some steps, leading to another door that was already open. He carried you into what looked like a sort of living room, but only the bare bones of one. There was a scruffy couch at one end of the room in front of a marked-up and stained coffee table, and a small TV a few feet away. There was a long breakfast bar that acted as a divider between the living room and the kitchen.

Sam placed you down gently on the sofa, and you allowed yourself to melt into its sponginess. He removed his flannel shirt and wrapped it around you, the soft fabric swamping you with its size. “I’ll be right back,” he said softly, disappearing briefly before reappearing moments later with a glass of water. “Here, drink this.”

You didn’t move for a moment, only lifted your gaze to meet his. He offered you a small smile. “Please, you’re dehydrated.” With shaking hands, you took the glass from him and sipped at the cool liquid, allowing it to slosh around in your mouth before swallowing.

“Who are you?” You whispered, gazing up at the hazel-eyed man. “How did you find me?”

Sam sighed, perching down on the edge of the coffee table in front of you and running his fingers through his scruffy hair.

“Please understand I’m here to help you,” he said. “Whatever has happened to you, whatever he’s done to you, please understand that wasn’t really my brother in there.”

You choked on your water, recoiling. “He is your brother?”

“I know this is hard to take in, but that wasn’t my brother. He’s possessed by a demon. Well, he isn’t now - Cas has just taken care of that.” Sam hurriedly tried to explain. “He will be back to normal soon.”

You sat up and turned to face the man before you, your body began to shake violently with anger. “He’ll be back to normal?” You spat. “What about me? Do you even understand what that monster has put me through? The things he made me do?” Your fury was broken up by sobs as you screamed at the gentle giant in front of you. “I don’t care what was inside him, it was his hands on me, his dick violating me! What do you want me to say? You want me to forgive and forget, because he couldn’t control himself?”

“No, no-” Sam tried to reason, but you cut him off.

“I can never forget these last few weeks. They are branded into my brain, they haunt me at night!”

“Sam,” a gentle voice interrupted you from the door Sam brought you in through, drawing both of your attention. There stood the third man, a little shorter than Dean, wearing a trench coat. His face was serious, his eyebrows knitted together with concern. “She’s right. She won’t be able to forget and move on from this while she still holds those memories.”

The dark-haired man looked at you directly then and approached you. “Y/N, I can erase these memories from you. You will forget ever meeting Dean, you will have no memory of this place or the things that happened to you here.”

“But what if he finds me again?” You whimpered, tears pooling in your eyes.

“Sam is right that it wasn’t Dean committing those actions against you,” he said softly. “I appreciate it’s difficult for you to understand and accepted that. But the demon that was using Dean to do those things to you is gone, that creature is dead and can never return to Earth.”

Your mind reeled with this information, thoughts piling on top of each other. “What, you can kill demons?” You shook your head incredulously. “What does that make you, some kind of angel?”

“Correct, a Seraph-kind of angel,” he stated, as if that was meant to mean something to you.

You threw your head into your hands and rocked yourself. “My head hurts, it’s too much. Whatever I need to do to get rid of these memories, just let me do it. I don’t care what drug it is, I can’t live with this-” Castiel planted his hand softly on your forehead and your world went dark.

A Year Later

You checked your watch for the fifth time as the train pulled into the next station. Only two stops to go and you still had plenty of time until your interview. You would have enough time to grab a coffee and hopefully calm your nerves. You had this. You had worked behind bars for five years, you were ready for a step up to manager. But your current place of work wouldn’t have that kind of opportunity for years to come; your boss, Tom, had worked that joint for 10 years and showed no signs of leaving any time soon. This was a chance for a fresh start.

As you pulled into your stop, you exited the train and hurried off the platform, making a beeline for the nearest coffee shop. The barista was a friendly young girl, with eccentric blue hair and a nose ring. “One caramel macchiato, please,” you asked, handing over the exact change.

“Coming right up, hun, take a seat and we’ll bring it over to you.” You thanked the girl before settling in a seat at the windowed shop front. As you waited for your coffee, you watched lazily as the world went by.

The traffic lights in front of the coffee shop turned red, and moments later a beautiful ‘67 Chevy Impala glided to a halt, waiting for the lights to change. You saw the profile of an attractive looking man in the driver’s seat. Why did he look familiar? Something nagged at the back of your brain.

As if he could feel your eyes on him, he turned his head and your gaze met. He appeared to instantly pale, his lips parting in an expression that you couldn’t describe as anything but horror. You held his gaze, not sure what to make of his reaction or if you should do anything.

“Here’s your coffee, love.” Your attention was diverted for a second as you received your drink from the barista and thanked her. You turned your head back to the road but the Impala - and it’s mysterious driver - were both nowhere to be seen.

-FIN-

<= Chapter Six

Dirty Little Secret Masterlist

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redneckangelsdrinkmoonshine · 3 years

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Okay, here's a thing -

I kind of like that Cas and John never met because if they did, well, lemme use the form of fanfic to show you what I think would've happened:

"Dean?"

"Cas! Come here buddy, want you to meet someone!"

Castiel walked down the noisy metal stairs, took a second to process where his human's voice was coming from and once he decided it was the kitchen, he shoved his hands in the pockets of his trench coat and headed down the hall. A small smile curled at the corners of his lips as Dean and Sam's laughter echoed off the walls, a sound that made his heart warm but unfortunately he got to hear it on a rather rare occasion.

Castiel stood in the doorway, about to greet his family, when his blood started to boil and turned to ice at the same time. He clenched his jaw as he pulled his hands out of his pockets and instead widened his stance with clenched fists.

That monster sat there on Castiel's chair, chugging down what the angel assumed was his third beer. The smile on Dean's face, who seemed to be drunk on his daddy's venom, pierced right through Castiel's heart as he innocently introduced them to one another, "Dad, this is Castiel, that son of a bitch who gripped me tight and raised me from perdition." Dean lifted the sleeve of his shirt to reveal the scar that had stayed there. Castiel got on idea.

John's expression was already sour but Castiel wanted to make things better. He gave John a brief, plastic smile before he decided to focus his attention on his adorable lover who was wearing plaid pyjama pants and one of Castiel's t-shirt's from his time as a human, "Well, I like to mark what's mine. Babe, would you get me a beer?" Castiel softly bumped his foot against Sam's who slammed his beer down as he started to choke. Judging by his twitching nose, he was actually laughing at John's pure expression of horror and Dean's slightly shocked face. The older brother didn't hesitate as he got up and walked to the refrigerator to pull out a cold one for Cas. He put it down in front of Castiel and Sam let out a wheeze that he masked with a cough when Castiel gently patted Dean's bum, "Thank you." Dean nodded with a soft smile before he returned to his seat, way too scared to look John in the eyes and instead focusing his eyes on Sammy and his lover.

John spoke up as he raised from his chair, looking down at Castiel, "'Ey, Cas, why don't you come with me.. I think we need to have a chat." Dean's eyebrows lifted briefly and he momentarily flared his nose drills at his angel. Castiel gave him a reassuring grin before he took the beer, removed the cap with two fingers and finished the whole thing in three chugs. He stood up from the chair and a smirk curled at his lips when he saw the small surprise in John's otherwise cold eyes. Without saying a word, Castiel walked out of the kitchen confidently, not looking back even though he didn't hear the man follow him until later.

Castiel was sitting on his chair at the big wooden table in the library when John's low voice made his presence known, "So... You're the angel who saved my son from hell? After his stupidity got him there in the first place?" Castiel got up, letting his true eyes flash for a moment, knowing damn well the bright blue light that poured out of them always made his power known," First off, I'm not just an angel. A Seraph, to be exact. In fact, I'm taller than most of your sky scrapers here. And second, please tell me how your son is stupid when you did the exact same thing not that long before him?" John's jaw twitched but not like Dean's did when he was angry, John looked like a snake when he did that, "I let them torture me for a one hundred years while my son wasn't even able to go thirty years before he -" "I'm going to stop you here. You see, you most likely think I don't know what happened while you were in Hell. But I do, I know every single second of it. I know how at one point you begged them to torture you, because they never even touched you with a finger. The form of torture they had for you was to have all the times you let your kids down, all the times you hurt the ones you were supposed to raise with love, replay in front of your eyes but not from your point of view but from their's. You felt their pain, you felt their anger and I am sure that no matter what you'd ever say, that hurt so bad that you'd prefer any other form of physical torture than that. But listen to me, your son has a heart of gold. The time he lasted was longer than most because people usually give up five minutes after the torture's began. When your son gave up, I had people of my qarrison, good solders, I made them follow me down there so I could save him. The moment I held him against my chest, I felt like home, that's how pure your son's heart is, heart that ached for love since it was born. I've given up powers, I've given up armies, I've given up Heaven for your sons and I would do that again. But for now, one of them expects me to be their family and the other expects me to love him unconditionally. Well, that's exactly what I am gonna do."

Castiel turned to walk away when John's voice made him stop a few feet away from him, "How exactly can a low-life disgrace like you TEACH my kids how to love is so unclear to me. You're nothing but a faggot that somehow got lucky and now you're pouring your poison all over th-" John wasn't able to finish his sentence because Castiel's fist sent him to the ground before he could. He crouched down and gripped John's neck with one hand before he lifted him up effortlessly, the punches and kicks that John desperately tried to lay on him didn't make him even twitch because the anger in his veins burned worse than any other form of injury he could get. He heard Sam and Dean call his voice, he was aware that both had followed them and eavesdropped the entire time, but he didn't care. John gasped for air as Castiel spoke up, his voice low and dangerous, "You think Heaven gives a damn about who you lay with? You're damn wrong. You see, even if you have an icon in your car somewhere, if you were a piece of shit then you still go to Hell. Too bad Heaven's already using you like one of their batteries." Castiel released John from his grip and the man fell to the ground with a groan. The angel put two fingers to his forehead and smirked when John flinched," What's up, boy? I thought you're not scared of some fag with power." John stared up at Castiel in surprise when he realized that whatever injuries he had were gone.

Castiel turned on his heel and walked away while Sam helped his father up, just to get pushed away with "I'm fine" growled under his breath. Dean, however, followed Castiel, but the angel was too ashamed to look at these soft green eyes that he loved so much.

"Cas, wait." Castiel did. He sighed before he turned to face the man, but his eyes were glued to Dean's shoes instead of his eyes, "Look, I won't apologize for what I just did because I had to. Ever since you were born, even before that, ever since Mary bought that angel figurine I had to watch that assbutt treat his family like crap and all of the pent up anger released itself and I know I should've just walked away, I tried to, but then he decided he knew Heaven better and I shouldn't show you and your brother love when you need it and I-"

Castiel's eyes widened in surprise when he was pulled into a kiss. Dean's hands cupped his face softly but firmly as everything was he wasn't able to say with words was poured into that kiss. The "I love you." to the "Thank you." and even the "That was extremely hot." Castiel allowed his eyes to shut before he slowly sneaked his hands under Dean's shirt and dug his fingertips into Dean's back just the way he knew Dean liked it. The low sound that rumbled from somewhere in his human's chest indicated that he had done a good job in remembering all of Dean's weak spots.

When they pulled back they both had smiles that were drunk with love, Castiel's hair was all over the place because sometime during their kiss Dean had started to run his fingers through it and pull. The tie on Cas's suit was also loosened and his shirt was unbuttoned three buttons down. Castiel's hands were still under Dean's clothes but no longer under Dean's shirt. Dean giggled in a way that would've made him terrified earlier in his life but he no longer gave a damn because he was in love and that was important, "You think what I'm thinking?" Castiel pretended to think which made Dean swat at his chest playfully. Castiel chucked as he gripped Dean's hand and started to pull him down the hall, "Let's go, cowboy."

What followed afterwards was Heaven on Earth for the two but complete Hell for John who took the guest room that was just down the hall. Sammy had learned his lesson and he had bought himself noise cancelling headphones and enough podcasts to help him through the night if one of Rowena's spells failed and his room was no longer soundproof.

To be honest... Yeah, they should've met AT LEAST ONCE.

#supernatural #destiel #Some fanfic because I'm a junkie for destiel #Wrote that in less than one hour sorry for typos #Cas and John ain't gonna be besties

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