#michael!dean x reader

[kaleldobrev]

Knew You Would Come Around

Pairing: Michael!Dean x Fem!Reader | Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: Michael's happy you've finally come around

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Nudity (but no smut), Y/N is the best actress ever, Michael being absolutely delusional, Sad!Reader

Authors Note: Set in the same universe as Once Mine | Please read Once Mine before reading this one | Some non-con elements but nothing graphic (very G Rated in description) | Y/N deserves an Oscar for her performance | Y/N misses Dean :( | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

It’s been weeks since you’ve been trapped in this penthouse, weeks without any kind of contact from the outside world besides room service, the occasional monster that Michael had invited in, and Michael himself. Michael, the archangel who was currently using the love of your life as his meat suit. The same man who refused to believe that you weren’t this other version of you. There was a part of him though, although you couldn’t quite pinpoint it, that may have been slightly delusional due to the grief that he had faced when his world version of you was killed. A version of you that he loved more than anyone or anything. A version of you that he absolutely refused to let go of.

You tried for weeks resisting him. Resisting any ounce of change that he had tried to make. He wanted you to be the version of you that he had fallen in love with, not who you truly were. Dean loved this version of you, but Michael didn’t. And in order to survive, you played along. Played along with his delusions of you being his one true love. Pretending to actually care when he talked about certain subjects. Pretending to enjoy when he would kiss you. Pretending to enjoy him holding you in the middle of the night while lying in bed together. This was the only way, you had thought to yourself.

Your mind was racing as you watched television, as there was really nothing for you to do while Michael was away. There was relief whenever he had left for the day, but at the same time, you had found yourself sometimes feeling a strange sense of loss whenever he did leave; and you weren’t quite sure why. This man had taken over Dean, the one man you had loved more than anyone or anything — your soulmate, and Michael ripped him away from you, and you despised him for it.

But the more you thought about it, the more your mind had started to wander. Maybe you had found it relatively easy to pretend because it was technically still Dean on the surface? Maybe that strange sense of loss that you felt when Michael had left is because it felt like Dean was being ripped away from you all over again? Then again, maybe you were just starting to become delusional like Michael.

When the door opened, you were instantly snapped out of your thoughts. Show time, you thought. “Hey Mike, how was your day?” You asked him, trying to give him that sing-song like tone he had preferred compared to your actual voice.

“Rough, but making progress,” he stated, closing the door behind him. You turned around from your position on the couch to look over at him, where he was currently hanging up his 1920s style jacket on the coatrack. Progress? What type of progress? You wanted to ask. But you knew better than to ask.

"Well, that's wonderful that you're making progress," you said, getting up from your spot on the couch to stand in front of him. "But, I'm sorry you had a rough day," you continued, as you started to untie his tie, making sure you kept the right amount of eye contact.

"Thankful I'm finally home with my girl," he stated, giving you a slight smile as he watched you carefully removing his tie from around his neck. You almost stopped removing his tie, as the nickname he had just given you had thrown you off, as My Girl was one of Dean's go-to nicknames for you.

Forcing a smile, you finished removing his tie. "Happy to have you home," you lied. His hand moved to cup your cheek, admiring the delicate features of your face. Despite you not being his original Y/N, you were good enough for him in moments like these, moments where he needed comfort.

"I'm going to take a shower," he said, before leaning in and kissing the top of your head. Strangely, you felt yourself slightly melt into the kiss, as it was a feeling that you had missed. Top of the head kisses and forehead kisses were ones that you had cherished the most from Dean. Despite it not actually being from him, you pretended it was; and pretending helped.

You found yourself on the couch again, watching some cooking show on FoodNetwork, mentally writing down recipes that you knew Dean would have liked. Recipes you’d probably never get the chance to make for him “Y/N!” Michael called; his voice making any previous thoughts you had disappear.

“Yes Mike?” You yelled back, muting the television as you did so.

“Come join me,” he said. His voice wasn’t demanding in nature, but you knew he wasn’t giving you a choice in the matter.

You took a deep breath before answering. “Be right there!” You replied back.

Walking into the bathroom, the glass shower was steamed up just enough that Michael's figure almost looked like he was some kind of blur, almost dream sequence like. And for a brief moment, you felt some sort of bliss; as if you were in fact in a dream, a dream where you had walked in on Dean in the shower — something that you had done so many times before. But that brief moment of bliss was fanned out the second the Archangel spoke. "Come on in Sweetheart," he said, opening up the glass door for you. Sweetheart, yet another nickname that you had once loved now made your skin crawl.

Removing your clothes quickly, they fell onto the floor into a pool of fabric. Taking a deep breath, you walked into the shower and closed the door behind you. Upon entering, Michael's back was facing you, his face toward the showerhead. You found your fingers reaching toward his back, wanting to trace little circles — something that you were so used to doing to Dean when you were either in the shower or lying in bed.

But as you were half-way to his back, he started to turn, and you retracted your fingers; looking up at him almost with a sorrowful look on your face. "Glad you could join me," he said, giving you a small smile. You tried your best to give a similar smile back, but you found it hard to, and you knew he could sense the struggle. "Turn around, I'll get your back," he said, trying to break the uneasiness between the two of you.

"Okay," you replied, slightly nodding. Turning around, you felt more vulnerable than ever, hating this current feeling. You felt your eyes close in anticipation at the touch of him. A moment later, you felt a washcloth start running along your spine, just stopping above your ass before it came back up and went from your left to your right shoulder blade.

"You're very tense," he whispered in your ear. He kissed your temple, and again, you found yourself slightly melting into it, again finding yourself reminiscing about all the times Dean had kissed your temple in order to comfort you. "Want me to help you?" He asked. "I know you like massages."

"But you're the one that's had the rough day, not me," you said, your voice sounding a little timid. But he seemed to ignore your comments; placing the washcloth on the small built-in shelf before he started using his thumbs to make circles on your back.

You wanted to resist the nice feeling, but you couldn't. It felt nice having his hands rubbing your back, finding those exact pressure points that Dean knew all too well. “I know this has been difficult for you,” Michael said after a few moments of silence between the two of you; leaning down and kissing your shoulder. Understatement, you thought. “But you’ve been really receptive of me lately,” he said, almost as if he was giving you a pat on the back. “Which is very much appreciated. I’m glad you can finally see things my way.” Again, he kissed your shoulder, but this time you felt your body slightly shudder at his touch, hoping that he didn't notice this reaction.

“Of course,” you began, “like you said, this is very much a win-win for the both of us,” you said, forcing a slight smile on your lips. You turned around to face him, and you cupped his cheek, slightly rubbing it with your thumb. God I miss you, you thought. The feeling of the stubble on your fingertips making you strangely sentimental.

“I love you,” Michael admitted, and you felt as if your heart was about to stop. You weren’t in love with him, there was no chance you could ever be; not after everything he had done. He was simply a monster disguised as your soulmate and nothing more. But you had to keep up the pretending, keep on acting in order to survive.

“I love you too,” you said, and you felt like you had wanted to throw up.

“Told you you’d come around,” he almost whispered, a small smirk on his lips. A moment later he leaned in, crashing his lips into yours.

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[impala-dreamer]

Slow Like Honey

A Supernatural Story

~When Dean makes a deal with Michael, things go really well. Until they go really... really wrong...~

Dean x Reader, Micheal!Dean x Reader, Sam Winchester, Jack

3,124 Words

Warnings: Grace!Kink, NSFW, Show spoilers for 13x23, Mind Control through Grace? Idk it's awesome. 

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Everything was happening at once and all Y/N could do was stand by and watch. She kept her arm around Jack, let him lean on her a bit, sure that he was more broken than he let on. Blood was pouring from his nose and mouth, but the stream appeared to be slowing a bit as the seconds ticked by.

Sam wasn’t as bloody, but just as hurt, if not more than she was. The ringing in her head wasn’t stopping anytime soon and her back ached as if a few vertebrae had been shattered after Lucifer had thrown her across the chapel and into the stone pillar. How she wasn’t dead, she couldn’t fathom, but the questions would have to wait- they still had a job to do. Not that it was going very well at the moment.

Michael- Dean with Michael inside of him- she wasn’t really clear what was going on- was hovering above them, held tight in one of Lucifer’s fists while the other pounded into him, surely breaking each bone in his face. He hung, limp and suspended over the ornate chapel floor while Lucifer sought to put an end to Dean and Michael in the same moment.

The Final Moment.

The Last Showdown.

This was it. This was what the history of earth and every damned thing that had ever happened to them had been leading up to. This single moment.

And for the first time in a long time, Y/N had no hope inside of her. Every ounce of faith in herself, Jack, Sam, Dean, Chuck, everything had vanished.

They were going to lose.

And then they were going to die.

She couldn’t decide which was worse, the dying or the losing after everything they’d gone through, but she figured after Lucifer ripped her apart, she wouldn’t really care.

Above them, Dean groaned painfully, his head snapping back awkwardly and dangling in the air. Lucifer reared back for one final strike and Sam shook his head, refusing to let it end with his brother’s body broken and tossed aside.

Lunging forward, he dropped to one knee and grabbed the golden blade from the floor.

“Dean!”

Somehow, beyond any belief Y/N had left, Dean managed to catch the sword and jab it into Lucifer’s chest.

His scream was deafening, the light of Archangel Grace escaping him was blinding.

Dean crashed to the floor and all eyes were on Lucifer, watching as the Devil Himself was defeated.

This was not the Final Moment.

It was not the end of them, but the End of Lucifer.

They hid their eyes as a final burst of light illuminated the chapel and when the searing heat cooled, they looked to find Lucifer dead, his massive wings smoldering on the stones.

It was dark, the church cast into shadow without the shining blast of Grace. Silence covered them; awe forced them to move. Dean rolled to his feet and Y/N ran to him, hugging him close for a split second before curiosity got the better of them both.

The group huddled around Lucifer, staring down in utter disbelief.

Jack was the first to speak, barely able to give a voice to his shock. “Is he…”

Sam answered, nearly breathless and stunned. “He’s- he’s dead.” A gasp of relief pushed out of him and Sam’s lips quivered in an unbelieving smile. He turned to Dean who was gawking at the corpse, exhausted.

“Holy crap.”

Sam took a step, the smile growing on his face. “You did it.”

Dean looked up with tears rimming his eyes. He tried to take a deep breath but the weight of what had happened was pressing down hard on his chest.

“No.” He grit his teeth, inhaled a little deeper, grabbed Y/N’s hand. “No. We did it.” A smile tried to tug on his lips but there were too many emotions trembling inside of him. Y/N squeezed his hand. He looked to her and then his brother, to Jack. “We did it.”

Sam broke; a strange laugh of relief bubbling out of him. He bent over, smiling, free from Lucifer for the first time in his life.

Jack stood there frozen, grateful but lost.

Y/N dropped Dean’s hand and covered her face, hiding the tears that were falling. “Oh my god,” she whispered. “I can’t fucking believe-”

Relief was short-lived.

As always, the other shoe dropped.

With a pained groan, Dean doubled over, his breath racing, his head swimming. He clenched his body tight, fighting against something the others couldn’t understand.

“Dean?” Y/N’s hand hovered over his shoulder.

Sam closed in. “Dean?”

His brother dropped down, nearly tumbling to the floor in pain. He gasped for air, grunting as if he were being torn apart inside.

“Dean!”

Y/N watched in horror as Dean struggled, shaking and panting with pain.

His voice rang out, echoing through the chapel. “We had a deal!”

She went to touch him, to wrap her arms around him, do something, anything to ease his pain, but suddenly, it was over.

His frantic breathing ceased, his muscles eased, his body unclenched.

Dean stood up straight as if a metal rod had passed down his spine. He took a small breath and his features relaxed into eerie calmness.

Sam jerked back, seeing a change that Y/N could not see from her stance beside Dean. His lip quivered and fear flooded his hazel eyes.

“Michael.”

Sam’s whisper shook Y/N to the core and she held her breath, turning to face Dean.

He looked up at the ceiling for a moment, then down at the burned wings on the floor. Finally, he set his eyes upon Sam and nodded slightly.

“Thanks for the suit,” he said, voice chillingly unlike Dean’s yet completely the same.

Y/N’s heart was racing with panic and she did the only thing her body would let her, she reached out and grabbed Dean’s hand, holding it tight.

A rush of wind, the flap of wings. Something tugged at Y/N’s insides and she felt her body lift from the ground. She squeezed his hand tight, refusing to let go, refusing to lose Dean again.

She’d been with him through horrors and a hundred deaths, stood by his side while the Mark of Cain had burned his soul to the point of demonic takeover. She’d followed him blindly to Hell and Heaven and back again. She would not let him go. Not ever.

The wind was pushing down on her, striking her from every side, the force of flight nearly killing her. She gasped, suffocating as the air around them thinned and her eyes lost focus as the world around them went dark, spotted by the clearest stars she’d ever seen. Below was gray and misty, above them nothing but blackness.

They were in the sky, above the clouds, she realized and her lungs protested the lack of oxygen. Her eyes went wide, mouth fell open, skin paled, fingers slipped from his hand.

A strong arm wrapped around her back and pulled her close. The tightness of his grasp around her shoulders felt strangely reassuring as she slipped quickly into unconsciousness.

It was raining.

She could hear it beating against the broken and rattling windows; smell the sweetness of the storm as it fell through the holes in the old, rotted ceiling.

Y/N woke up on the ground in the middle of a large empty space. The stone floor was cold and dotted with puddles as it rained down, collecting in the dips and dents of the old building. Large rusted machines lined the back wall and busted hanging lights dangled equidistant from each other down the length of the room. It was an old factory, she surmised, but where, she had no idea.

Her right arm was tucked beneath her head, her left dangled in the curve of her waist. She was sore but not from falling, as if she’d been placed there gently to wake on her own. She shivered at the thought and pushed herself up to sitting, rubbing her hands down her bare arms.

“You’re cold.”

Dean’s voice made her jump and Y/N stood quickly, spinning around to find him a few yards away. Everything she had inside wanted to run to him, kiss his lips, throw a comforting arm around him, but memory kept her feet frozen. Her pulse quickened.

“You’re not Dean,” she said bluntly, mouth dry and skin crawling.

He smiled softly, just a simple turn of lips that she’d seen a thousand times before, but this was different. His stare was sharp, his stance ridgid. It made her heart ache and her panic rise.

“No,” he answered easily. “My name is Michael, but I’m sure you have figured that out already. You’re not as… stupid as you appear, I’m sure.”

He took a step forward and she countered, almost stumbling over her own feet to get away. Her heel fell into a puddle and the sting of mold hit the air and her nose.

“Where are we?”

Slowly, he looked around and then shrugged. “What does it matter?”

Blood was pounding in her ears. Fight or flight making her bones tremble. She stretched out her fingers at her sides to try to calm herself, but it did little to mask the fear in her voice.

“It matters because I want to know,” she snapped, forcing as much confidence in her tone as she could. There was little left inside of her, but she always knew she’d go down fighting.

“So inquisitive.” He smiled again and turned to the left, one step starting a circle around her. “Well, I have a question for you.” He clasped his hands behind his back and walked slowly, boots thudding through the open space. “What did you think you were doing by clinging to me like that? What was your plan?”

She swallowed hard; tried to think. “I wasn’t clinging to you. I was… hanging on. To Dean.”

An amused laugh passed his lips and her stomach flipped.

“Dean is… gone now.” He stopped his circuit and spun on one heel, turning to stare at her. “So why don’t I just get rid of you?”

Y/N held her ground, spinning to look him in the eyes. She was shaking, but stood upright, exuding what little strength she had. “You won’t.”

Michael tipped his head to the side, intrigued. “Really? And why not?”

She bit the inside of her cheek, forcing herself to keep going. “I don’t… I don’t know. But you could have let me go at any time. Hell, you could have dropped me somewhere over Chicago and yet you didn’t.” She lifted her chin, daring to quarrel with the most powerful angel in the universe. “I woke up here. Safe.”

Michael jerked forward, suddenly a breath away from her. She sucked in a deep breath and smelled the air on him, Dean’s faded gas station cologne. He clenched his jaw, annoyed. “Oh, you are far from safe.”

If this was the end, she wasn’t going to cower. She was going to face it with pride and grace. She dropped her shoulders and cocked a brow. “Well, if I’m wrong- Kill me.”

“We’ll see.”

Annoyance melted into something new. Michael narrowed his eyes, let his gaze drift down her face, her body. It chilled her and excited her in a way she couldn’t stand.

“He liked you… Dean,” Michael told her. “He cared for you. Loved you, even.”

Her chest ached. Past tense. He’s really gone. “How do you know?”

Michael stepped back, let his arms relax. “Because I can see inside of his mind.” He tapped one finger to his temple. “I know what he knew, I know what he felt… did… said, didn’t say. I know… everything.” He grinned at her shock. “I know you.”

Y/N shook herself. His tone was entracing but wrong. Everything about him was wrong. “You don’t know shit about me,” she spat.

“Don’t I?” He blinked slowly, capturing her attention even deeper. “I know how you came to hunt with the Winchesters after your family was killed by wolves. I know that Sam took a liking to you because you were good at research and liked… science fiction things. Dean didn’t care for you at first, did he? But… you gained his trust, learned from him, slowly became his lover. I know how you pined for him for years before he even saw you as anything more than a little sister. I know how you moaned when he first kissed you… How your fingers wrapped around his flannel whenever you were scared. How you… let him inside of every… part of you. How you would scream when he touched you just right-”

Enraged by his intrusiveness and her own whispering arousal, Y/N cut him off with a growl. “OK, enough! You’re just being crude.”

“Am I?” His smirk returned. “Funny how all human life depends on sexual intercourse and yet you find it so distasteful to discuss.”

Y/N scoffed and crossed her arms, symbolically closing herself off. “Well, we’re all a little fucked up, I guess.”

Michael’s eyes fixed on hers. “Yes. You are.”

The green was there, just as always. Deep and dark in the dim light, with flecks of gold that always mesmerized her. But behind the green was something else, a monster, a liar, another problem they had to solve.

Y/N looked away and took a breath to cleanse her soul. Without looking back, she changed the subject. “Why’d you break your deal with Dean?”

If he was surprised, he didn’t show it. A blank expression wiped his face smooth and he spoke slowly and truthfully. “Because I could. Because I… wanted to. Because there never really was a deal.” He paused for a moment, considering her frailties. “Dean was… desperate and stupid. I played him for the fool he was.”

Tears stung her eyes and Y/N grit her teeth, jolting forward with fists clenched. “Don’t you dare-”

“Or what?” Michael dipped his chin and looked closely at her. “How can a tiny thing like you hurt a powerful being like me?”

Fire burned inside of her and she went all in. “I don’t know, but I’ll die trying, you son of a bitch.”

Michael laughed. Fully and loudly. It was only a second, but he was clearly entertained by her vigor. “I enjoy your fire, your passion,” he explained. “I find you interesting. I’ll let you live.”

Surprise ran through her but Y/N kept her rageful sneer. “Gee, thanks.”

Michael was dismissive of her sarcastic appreciation. He shrugged and went on. “And in return for my mercy, you will be my slave.”

The laugh that echoed was her own and Y/N stared back in utter confusion and offense. “Excuse me?"

His foot fell against the stone as the circuit began again. “I need someone to show me around this new world. To explain to me about life here, help me move through the world unnoticed until I’ve worked out my plan.” He paused and regarded her with a possessive gaze. “That someone will be you.”

She stared back and jeered. “The fuck I will.”

Michael spun to her. His jaw tensed. “You will obey me.”

His tone sent a shiver down her spine but Y/N took a dangerous step towards him, testing fate. “I will… stab you in the neck.”

A spark of Grace flickered in his eyes and the blue made her gasp.

“I don’t think so.”

She could feel herself weaken, as if the glow was burning away at the resolve lodged inside of her.

“I… No, I won’t. You’re…” Her mouth watered, her eyes glazed over slightly. His face blurred, but the Grace was bright, sharp, digging deep into her. “No…”

Michael leaned in ever closer. “You like this, don’t you?”

She struggled to clear her head but he was already doing it for her. “S-Shut up.”

His eyes widened and the blue expanded, floating out to caress her cheek.  She swooned; a heavy gasp making up her last breath as everything around her slowed.

Michael studied her, fascinated.

“You find it… intoxicating,” he said, sending out another wave to sweet down her body and she moaned. “Arousing…”

The very word made her pussy ache and Y/N’s knees shook. She clenched her thighs together tight and dug her nails into her palm to stay steady. She just had to fight him, had to remember to fight.

The blue was everywhere, bright and warm. It ran slow, like honey across her skin, hitting every sweet spot that made her breath hitch and her eyes flutter.

“You’re so… easily manipulated.”

Michael’s songlike tone washed over her and Y/N crumbled, her body giving in to the pleasure. She swayed on her feet and Michael caught her, wrapping an invisible wing around her back, holding her upright but at a slight angle. She sank into the feathers, amazed at the strength, terrified by the feeling, but too light headed to speak.

Grace swirled around her nipples, rubbed between her thighs. She moaned and Michael watched intently, studying her, taking notes.

“A flick here, a touch there…”

Every word was like a tongue flickering over her clit, every stroke of Grace was a thick, delicious cock thrusting into her slick heat.

“A bit of pressure in the right spot… A taste of pleasure… And you’re a weak, helpless mess. Totally at my mercy… totally under my control.”

She tried to think of Dean, of how he’d want her to keep fighting, but the more she thought, the more Michael’s Grace flooded her system. The harder she fought him, the stronger his pleasure became until there was no more fight, no more worry, no more Dean.

“Your body… Mine.”

She moaned loudly, near to panting as his Grace pulsed inside of her, curling, thrusting, stretching, pounding.

“Your mind… Mine.”

Her eyes rolled and she cried out, cumming hard and squirting into her jeans. The warmth dripped down her thighs and she held back tears as her body shook, consumed with his power, lost in the ethereal magic in his eyes.

When she could stand, he pulled his wings away, leaving her shivering and feeling exposed. She trembled when he came close, held her breath as his fingers tipped her chin upwards.

The green was back, but she couldn’t remember why that was so important.

Michael swept through her mind and grinned. “That’s better.”

She sighed happily and smiled back, dazed and awed.

“Now…” Michael let his fingers slip down her throat, gently squeezing against her pulse. “Let’s get started.”

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[holylulusworld]

Caged Bird

Pairing: Michael!Dean x fem!Reader; Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Genre: angst

Written for @little-diable’s 15k celebration.

My sentence (#79): "There is no law that gods must be fair" from The Song of Achilles.  

Warnings: blood, angst, mentions of characters death, imprisonment, being locked in a cage, mentions of starving someone, implied torture, Michael Dean is the worst, a hint of hope and fluff

Words: 1k+

Your world lies in ruins. Only dust and burned ground are left. Blood is soaking the battleground. Feeding it with the red nectar from the fallen ones.

The leader stands over your broken body. Your hope and wings ripped from your dying body. He smiles down at you, his eyes still the same, but so much colder now.

“Why did you have to do this?” He cocks his head to watch you take your last breaths. “A mere human becoming an angel. This has to end badly.”

“He promised that I’ll be able to defeat you if I give up my human form,” you choke on your blood as your hand reaches out for the man who used to be the love of your life. He swats it away, sneering as a single tear runs down your cheek.

“Father lied,” he stares back at you. His eyes are blue and sparkling now. “God is a good player, isn’t he?”

“Why would he do such a thing? Why would he lie to me?” You whimper as the pain gets unbearable. Your insides feel like your body is on fire while you are shaking from the cold. “God is supposed to be the good guy.”

Michael crouches down next to you to run his hand over your hair. He almost acts like he regrets piercing your heart with his archangel blade. 

“There is no law that gods must be fair," he wraps his hand around the sword in your chest. “Your God is a worse monster than all the things you were hunting all your life.”

“A monster,” you choke on your blood. “Just like you.” Your eyes flutter shut. There is no fight left in you. It’s over, and you succumb to the darkness wanting to drag you away.

“I’m not a monster, but your God. A better one,” his fingertips stroke your cheek, and you feel a spark touch your skin. “I’ll make you my perfect little puppet on a string. Dean will be so happy having you around. Won’t he?”

You dare not open your eyes when he removes the sword from your chest. The pain is excruciating. Images of your family, friends, and lastly Dean and you fill your mind. 

“So many memories, little human,” he coos and touches your chest. Another spark runs through your body, making you cry out in pain. “I’ll keep you to torture Dean with every single kiss you remember. Maybe I’ll put you in a cage only to let him watch you wither away like a flower.”

You wake up in pain, like most days. Your body is not used to being locked in a small cage. On the other hand, no human being is used to being caged like some animal.

“Look at my favorite pet, Dean,” the monster wearing Dean’s body for prom waltzes into the room, his eyes trained on you in the cage. 

You’re too weak to even give him a snarky comment. He didn’t give you food for a few days. Michael likes to test how long you’ll survive without food.

“Sweetheart,” he uses the pet name on purpose, “don’t you want to greet the man you love? Hmm…he has missed you. Right now, he tries to claw his way to the front, but he won’t succeed.”

Michael crouches down in front of the cage. He wants to watch you flinch away, but you won’t give him the satisfaction today. Whatever he has in mind today, you’re too tired and weak to feel the pain.

“Aw, did I finally break you?” Michael unlocks the cage. He reaches out for you to stroke your cheek. The monster smiles as a single tear rolls down your cheek. “I promise, this is not the end.”

You wish his words weren’t true. Every beat of your heart tells you he’s not lying.

“Dean dreams of holding you in his arms again,” Michael easily gets you out of the cage and lifts you into his arms. Your head lolls back, and you hope you’ll lose consciousness before he starts with whatever he planned for you. “I’ll fulfill his wish tonight.”

“Please just kill me,” you breathe against his shoulder. “Please. I can’t…please.” Michael broke the strong woman in you. He won but refuses to show mercy and redeem you.

“I won’t let you go, little bird. It’s so much fun feeling Dean despair every day more…”

Michael smiles widely as you lie on the soft sheets, looking like an angel covered in red.

Your body is littered with cuts from his archangel blade. You can’t whimper or move. He made sure of it.

His hand slides over your torn body to heal the damage he did to you tonight.

“Beautiful yet so broken. Do you want to feel her, Dean?” Michael leans over your body to brush his lips over yours. “I could break her neck or rip her heart out and you cannot stop me. Give in, and I’ll end her life painless and fast.”

“Do it! Kill me,” your eyes snap open, and you grab Michael’s hand on your cheek. “Stop toying with me.”

“There she is,” Michael coos and brushes his thumb over your cheek. “I knew there was still fight left in you. Dean would be so proud of you, sweetheart.”

“You’re a fucking creep,” you spit in his face. “Dean would rip your ass open, you sonofabitch!”

You can’t see it, but Dean stopped fighting Michael’s grip on him for a moment to chuckle at your response. “I’ll get out of here, sweetheart,” he says before fighting Michael again.

“You’re nothing but insects!” You can hear Michael yell outside your prison. There’s a commotion, and then the door flies open. You can see a young woman pierce Michael’s upper arm, and then blinding light fills the room.

“Y/N,” the last thing you recognize is Sam’s voice and the worry in his eyes as he steps toward the cage. “Fuck, Cas, Rowena I need your help.”

Waking up feels different this time. You’re not in pain, and someone gently runs his hand over your hair. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

“Dean—” you croak as you struggle to open your eyes. “What a pleasant dream. Please don’t leave me. Stay with me.”

“I’ll stay with you,” he moves closer to press his lips to your temple, “until the very end. I promise to make him suffer for what he’s done to you…” 

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[all-alone-he-turns-to-stone]

His Perfect Doll

Dean Winchester Masterlist

Summary: She’s a doll. Her only duty is to be perfect for him at all times. A doll doesn’t talk. Doesn’t express feelings. It exists, simply. So when, one day, the doll wants to show how much she loves him and puts on some lingerie, neither of them expect the effect it would have on him. And how it would make him and the man he keeps locked in his head… Snap.

Pairing: Michael!Dean x Reader

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 2788

Warning: dub-con, bothering non-con, stockholm syndrom, manipulation, objectification (a lot), smut, p in v, unprotected sex, use of grace to give more pleasure, overstimulation, possessiveness, somnophilia, passing out from too much stimulation

Squares: Stockholm Syndrom for @anyfandomangstbingo​ // Lingerie for @anyfandomkinkbingo​​

A/n: This was requested by @cryptichobbit! Thank you for the request, I had fun writing this! It has to be the dirtiest thing I wrote… Not proofreaded, sorry for any mistake! Feedbacks are always appreciated!

This is a dark fic. Mind the tags and warnings!

She was a doll.

Motionless most of the time. Her room was her prison, pink walls and bars to a window showing a freedom she couldn't have. Restricted to only this house, allowed to exit her bedroom to eat or go to the bathroom.

Her appearance was important, after all, as a doll, she had to be pretty at all times. Her makeup, subtle but flawless. Not a single spot of imperfection. Her hair, silky, soft, and combed as he liked.

Her doll duties were simple, she had to be there and ready whenever he would visit. It wasn't very often, so most of the time, she stayed in her room, simply existing.

She wasn't mad at him, though. She belonged to him and was now okay with that. It wasn't always the case, at first, she fought hard to get out. Spent nights screaming for help, trying to find a way out of this house. But she quickly understood there was no use of being a brat. She was a doll. His doll.

After a while of her having good behavior, he allowed her to go outside. At first, with surveillance, he then understood she would never leave, not anymore. She finally understood where her place was, and always came back. Now, she could go whenever she wanted, but she wasn't leaving the house. Just in case he passed by.

The last time she exited the house was to go shopping. She went really early, knowing he never showed up in the morning. By noon, she was back and resumed her role as a perfect, obedient, motionless doll.

He showed up the same evening. She always knew when he was there, not that he needed to say it outloud. It was like they were connected somehow, she could simply feel him when he was close. Feel all the power, all the heat, all the dominance. She craved that feeling, and everytime she felt him close, memories of their past moments flooded her mind, just like arousal flooded her panties.

He was in the living room, waiting for her. She knew. But tonight, it would be different. It was time she showed him how good she was, behaving to him, and how much she loved him. She wanted to show him. So, before leaving her room, she put on the clothes she bought in the morning and once she was sure her appearance was perfect, she left her room to walk where Michael was.

"Making me wait, doll," his voice reached her mind before it reached her ears. Like a thread was connecting their mind, she could almost taste the things he would do to her once he saw what she was wearing. 

In the living room, he was seated on a chair, his back turned to her. Walking slowly even if the excitement made her want to run and jump on him, she put one foot in front of the other, reminding herself she had to be good.

Since he didn't give her the authorization to speak, she didn't apologize nor answer him, simply walking until she was finally in front of him.

Michael wasn't someone that showed a lot of reaction usually. His beautiful face remained neutral whatever she did, until the moment his cock sank into her core. The first penetration always broke his mask as his imposing length stretched her dripping cunt. Then he would fuck her for what seemed like hours, panting, frowning, but never showing any emotions until he came.

That was what usually happened. And she would cum countless of times, like he had some magic in him. Michael loved to see her break under all the pleasure he gave her. Just like he loved to see her break with his punishment, slapping her ass until it became red and then purple, or preventing her from cumming for the whole time he fucked her.

She didn't know which was worse.

But this time, when Michael laid his beautiful eyes on her, he had a reaction.

Sitting forward in the chair, he put his elbows on his thighs and his chin in his palm, turned his head to the side, and let his eyes roamed her frame. She stayed like that, hips to one side, head tilted to the other side, her hair cascading over her shoulder.

The lingerie she wore was made of silk. It was soft, so soft, that was why she picked it up. The color was a dark red, the bottom made of a thong barely hiding anything from the back. The bra didn't have a cup and did nothing to hide her breast, her nipples already hard just having him stare at her body. Laces were connecting the top and the bottom, and finally, socks were up to her thighs, holding up thanks to the suspender belt sitting on her waist.

Needless to say, he never saw her wearing that.

"I wonder," his voice purred from his throat, rough and deep, as his eyes glowed blue for a moment. "Why did I never give you those types of clothes before… you look…" His tongue licked his lips slowly as he sat back in the chair, eyeing her with fire in his eyes. "Delicious. Now. You put those on for me, you don't want to be rude to me, am I right?"

A shiver spread through her spine, saliva hard to swallow. She didn't expect that to be his reaction. All she wanted to do was please him, but as usual, his expression remained impossible to decipher. 

"Answer me," he added and the order cut short all of her thoughts. She was allowed to speak.

"No, I don't want to be rude, sir," she said, still not moving from her position. As still as a statue, as flawless as a doll.

"Good," he purred, a smirk stretching his lips. "We cannot waste this. Dance for me."

Once again, she didn't expect those words to leave his mouth, but once again, the order made her obey. Whatever he wanted, she would give him.

There was no music, so she just imagined the rhythm of a slow song and started moving her hips side to side. Her hands roamed up her body until it got to her breast that she grabbed and then squeezed, stifling a moan that almost came through. Unless he allowed it, she had to stay silent. Moans included.

It was hard, though, to stay silent. Especially as his gaze kept turning bright blue and she could see him shift ever so slightly on the couch, his hands twitching against the armrest. Just like he was restraining himself from grabbing something else than the furniture. 

To be that desired, that wanted, it sent a boost of confidence in her doll brain. Turning around, she showed him her butt that the thong did nothing to hide. As she touched her behind, her hand grabbed her cheeks and then spread them, showing how wet her core actually was. Biting her lips, she turned her head back to look at him and see his reaction, and this time, the moan couldn't be stopped from leaving her mouth.

It was the first time she saw him like that, his pants undone, his hard, imposing and beautiful cock in the palm of his hand. As Michael stroked himself, he kept on watching, mouth slightly agape, breathing fast…

The sigh was to die for. She would have loved to frame that image and place it directly in front of her bed so she can look at him every morning as she wakes up. But the perfect sight didn't stay long, actually, it broke the moment the filthy, needy sound escaped her mouth.

"Didn't say you could make noises," Michael was near her in an instant, her body flush against the nearest wall. She caught herself just in time, her hand cushioning the impact of the hard, imposing body behind her. In no time, her thong was tossed to the side and he was inside, his cock roughly stretching her apart. A louder moan escaped her lips, and she heard it too, the sound he always made the moment he slid home in her wet channel. "You are driving us crazy… so crazy…" 

Michael's breathing was rusty and shaky and he didn't wait a single moment before he started pistoning. Hard, fast, so deep, his cock came in and out of her core, not leaving her any second to catch her breath. Moans and whimpers quickly turned into screams of pleasure as she all but held herself on the wall. She didn't need to, though. He was the one holding her body.

The first orgasm arrived so fast, she didn't get any of the warning signs. It seized her completely, her body shaking under him, and Michael never slowed down, he only fucked her faster. She was so sensitive and overstimulated that a second one followed immediately after, and her body shook even more. She would have fallen to the floor, but he held her strongly. Her abused core was so roughly fucked, it felt sore and burning hot, but thankfully, all of her juice allowed him to keep fucking at the same pace without any problem.

"She's mine," Michael grunted, and if it wasn't for the post orgasmic high she felt, she would have found it weird that he referred to her as the third person. Exactly like he was talking to a third person in the room. "Mine," he continued, gradually fucking her slower. His thrusts were now deep, angry, and everytime, his cock touched the bottom of her core, it made her gasp in pleasure that this kind of pain brought her. "You won't take her away from me," he accentuated what he was saying with rough thrusts that had her eyes roll to the back of her head. It was so good she could feel herself getting closer again.

As she felt his face cuddle in the crook of her neck, she thought he was close to his end. But oh, was she wrong. His thrusts were barely existent now, slow and calculated, and her body was soft, like a doll only good to be used. Everytime he moved, it touched everything inside of her, and she felt her climax so close yet so far, it made her body shake with the overstimulation and the closeness of her climax. Her mouth opened to beg, but then closed. She knew more than to beg when she wasn't allowed. Instead, she clenched down on him and moaned softly, trying to make him understand without words.

"You wanna cum? Huh? Wanna cum so bad you forget how to walk? How to be a human being?" His voice was the same. But something was different. His tone, the words he used and how he said them. It was like someone completely different was in control now, and somehow, it excited her even more. A needy, pathetic moan answered him, and next thing, her core was burning up.

It was burning and buzzing and vibrating, everywhere inside of her, like there was a toy fixed on every single nerve present in her lower body. An electric shock was close to the feeling, everywhere his dick touched, she felt it, her cunt was a living wire that had tiny explosions at the simple contact of his cock. And when Michael picked up his devastating pace, it was too much all at once.

It was an explosion. She was cumming, again and again and again and screaming and moaning, she couldn't stop cumming, and shaking, her body was seized with an uncontrollable surges of pleasure that seemed to never stop. It was so much, her head felt light, so light, white spots and then black spots danced in her sight and for a moment, she was sure she blacked out from the pleasure. But then, her eyes were open, and she was still getting fucked, hard, and the sensation was still there, and she was still cumming and screaming. By now, her legs were covered with her juices with how many times she squirted. 

There was even a puddle at their feet.

But Michael didn't stop.

Even when she passed out again, he continued to fuck her. Holding her limp body, exactly like he was only fucking a doll. And even if she was out, her body was still reacting, he was still making her cum endlessly with his grace, and to feel her core shake around him was simply too good for him to stop. To know he owned her, could use her as he pleased, to control her body and mind… that was what Michael craved.

She was his doll after all.

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After that one moment, the doll didn't see her owner for a long time.

The next day, she woke up in her bed, cleaned and in fresh clothes. Her body felt amazing, and when she checked, she could find no bruises or traces of what happened. And at first, she thought maybe it was only a dream. After all, Michael never acted like that, never showed emotions. And last night, there were a lot of emotions going on.

There was only one proof that what happened was true. A big box next to her bed, sitting on the nightstand. Did he leave her a gift? 

The doll opened the package and now understood it was true. Because inside, there was clothes.

Not clothes, lingerie sets.

Dozens of revealing outfits, lace, thongs and straps. There were no notes with the box, but she knew. 

The days turned into weeks and she still knew his absence wasn't because he disliked their night. He loved it too much. He left her with more lingerie. He loved it.

It had been almost two months since she last saw Michael when the men entered her house.

As usual, she was in her room, as motionless as a doll, looking out the window. She saw them arrive, a black car, quite old, parking right in front of the house. Two men got out, something shiny and grey in hand. Guns. And even if it was fast, she recognized one of the two men.

In a couple of seconds, she was dressed and laid down on the bed, waiting for him. It didn't matter if he was coming with another man, she was a doll and would do as he told her, even if it meant please someone else.

But when he opened the door to her room, she knew there was something off. Not only his outfit was different, but his hair too. And the aura she craved, the dominant, strong power he had over her was… almost instinct.

"Michael?" She asked even if she wasn't allowed to speak. The man looking like Michael took some time to process the word that came out of her mouth, and his gaze shift to the floor.

Shame. There was guilt and shame in his eyes and he tried to hide it. But why?

"Son of a bitch," he muttered, and that alarmed the doll. Getting up, she walked to him and took him in her arms. 

"It's alright Michael. You can punish me for talking. But please, don't feel bad for leaving me here for so long. It's my duty."

She felt the man tensed under her arms, like the gesture of affection was too much for him. Maybe she went too far after all, hugging him? No, dolls don't hug their owner!

Stepping back, her gaze horrified at the thing she did, she noticed something else.

In the jeans he wore, there was a tent forming.

"Michael?" She asked, tears in her eyes at what would be her punishment.

"A doll doesn't speak, does she?"

He was still not looking at her. But even if his head was down, she knew. Knew his eyes were now glowing blue. The aura changed then, a strong, suffocating power circling her.

"You're lucky I found a way out of that jail in his mind. And you're lucky to wear that for me. I still have to decide if I want to punish you or make you cum until you pass out again."

There he was. Michael. Her Michael.

"Dean-"

The other man that came with Michael was thrown onto the wall immediately and fell to the floor, unconscious.

"Told you, Dean, she is mine. I knew you would lower your guard when you would see her. You fucked her as much as I did, after all…"

And like that, Michael made his decision. And he was inside of her before she even touched the bed.

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[beauarlenswife]

High Enough.

Summary: Auriyell is an angel Michael caused the apocalypse to resurrect. Her now-vessel had dream-walked into the world, and then sent her back. Michael gets in the world, now in Dean’s body. They take each others grace.

A/N: Idk if this is good it just came to me so i went with it.

The angel’s name is stated so it’s not really an x reader.

Auriyell’s eyes open, their not really hers, but who does that hurt? She stands up from where she had been laying against wood floor, walking over to a mirror, glancing over the reflection she sees, a lot like how she had actually looked like, must have been why Michael chose this one, she runs her hand down her new body.

Four Days Later.

Auriyell stands in the shower, facing the water, it cascading down her face, as she pushes her hair back. She looks to the side, her eyes glowing a blue as her power shuts the water off, she opens the glass door stepping onto the white rug, the water from her hair dripping onto it, a guy walks to stand in the doorway, she looks over his face, green eyes, slight stubble.

“ Michael.” She says, a small smile coming onto her face, she walks towards him, standing infront of his vessel, taking a look at it as his eyes look over hers before settling on her face.

“Excellent vessel.”

He smiles, pulling her into a hug, neither of them care that she’s naked, she hugs him back.

She pulls away after a second, looking over his face, “ I didn’t expect you so soon.“

“ Couldn’t leave you waiting, could I?”

she laughs a bit, walking away from him and to the new wardrobe, she added new clothing, leaving some of the old, but mostly things she had chosen. She grabs a pair of black panties and a bra, sliding the panties on before turning to face him, he’s now standing a few feet infront of her, “ Why do you participate in their foolish activities?”

She slides the bra over her shoulders, clasping it in the back. “ You have your pleasures, I have mine. I like the way the water feels, it’s exhilarating. Not all of their activities are bad.”

He hums, watching as she leans down and over to open a drawer, grabbing a black silk nightgown, she puts it on, it rests just mid-thigh, she walks over to the side of the bed, to the nightstand grabbing the glass and filling it with the champagne that was besides it. She pours some, staring up at him while she sits down onto the bed, taking a sip, she leans back, so she’s actually on the bed, he walks towards her, standing in between her legs.

He reaches for the glass as she pulls it away from her lips, he sets it on the stand as he looks over her legs, grabbing her ankle, he pulls her towards him and to the end of the bed, she leans back onto her elbows, the gown hiking up against her thighs, he climbs onto the bed, ontop of her, his eyes flashing blue as he moves them back, and up so her head is resting against one of the silk pillows, his fingers moving to her thigh, twisting the bottom of the gown between his fingers.

“ Did you get this for me, sweetheart?”

She takes a small breath, looking up at his gorgeous face, her eyes glancing to his lips, “ Perhaps, why? Do you like it?”

“ Always, but, you look better without anything on.”

He leans towards her neck, placing soft kisses to her collarbones, her eyes fluttering close, as he reaches her pulse point, he lets his teeth rake against it, a small gasp falling from her lips, he pulls back, looking down at her, “ You sound so beautiful.”

He puts his hand to her neck, a small cut appearing just above her collarbone, he leans in, her angel grace flowing through and into his mouth, his eyes glowing at the sensation, she watches as small pants leave her mouth, “ Michael.”

“Yes?” he responds as the first three letters leave her mouth, “ You want a fill, sweetheart?”

“Yes, it’s been years, I want to feel it again.”

he smiles, his thumb sliding over where the cut was, healing it as one appears in the same spot on his neck, she kisses up his jaw, ignoring the cut, a groan leaves his mouth, she kisses down to the cut, his grace going into her mouth.

Her eyes close as the pleasure runs through her body, a heavy exhale, she flips them around, wrapping her arms around his neck to bring him up so their sitting up, her straddling his thigh, she leans back to his neck, more of his angel grace going through her, her hands grip of his shoulder tightens, a moan leaving her mouth, she pulls away with her eyes still closed, exhaling as the sensation wears off, she opens her eyes, their a blue now, before it fades back to their original color.

She stares at him, his hand going through her hair to the back of her neck, slightly tugging on it, she moans, he pulls his down crashing their lips together.

[jokingmisfit]

Supernatural MasterList

Castiel

Where have you been all my life?

There Is Nothing You Can Do For Love

Chuck Shurley

Morning Rays

Chuck 2.0

Gabriel

Tv Princess

Yandere ABC’s

Lucifer

Not A Prayer

Yandere Abc's

Michael

Yandere Abc's

Raphael

Yandere ABC's

Poly Angels

Poly Archangels x Reader Hc’s

Heavens Finest

Dean

~Coming Soon~

Sam

~Coming Soon~

Sam x Reader x Dean

~Coming Soon~

Jack (Platonic Only!)

~Coming Soon~

Extras

~Coming Soon~

[scrambledslut]

when my phone storage is full and i start deleting memories instead of pictures of my favorite old men

[tomriddleslovergirl]

Someone Hurting their S/O

Pairings: Jason Dean x Reader,  Carrie White x Reader, Michael Myers x Reader

Carrie White:

Her reaction depends on how badly you get hurt. If someone had pushed you, she would help you get back up and check if you were alright.

But, if someone seriously injured you in front of her, things will go bad for the person who hurt you really quickly (and anyone in the area).

She’d use her telekinetic abilities to hurt/kill whoever hurt you. (She may not realize she did this herself until after the person who hurt you is injured/dead)

Jason Dean:

Whoever hurt you is gonna die.

While he’s making sure you’re alright, he’s talking about how he’s gonna kill whoever hurt you.

He’d prefer if you went with him to kill the person who hurt you or at least watch. But even if you don’t, he’s killing them anyway.

Michael Myers:

🔪🔪🔪

He saw the whole thing go down.

He was stalking you like usual, when someone decided to hurt you.

You don’t see Michael for the whole day after that happens. Turns out, he’s now stalking the person who hurt you.

The next thing they know, they're dead. And he made sure it hurt.

Imma be honest, Michael would be really overprotective of you and would kill people for the smallest of reasons for you. 

[ghoastixx]

Bringing your slashers/horror characters to Thanksgiving

Includes: Michael Myers (OG), Beetlejuice, Billy Loomis & Stu Macher, J.D., Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly, Poly Lost Boys, Carrie White

Includes: gn reader, swearing, pet names,

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Michael Myers

In reality, this man is not going to your family’s Thanksgiving. He’s not even taking his mask off.

But let’s pretend!!

Let’s say you DID get Michael to take off his mask and venture out of your home for Thanksgiving.

You told your family that he was mute, some understood that better than others.

Grandma? Loves him for some reason.

“Hi baby, is this Michael? Oh hi sweetheart, how are you doing, come let’s get you guys seated.”

She’s so sweet he’s so unused to it other than from you.

He would freak out a lot of people by sitting there and just staring at everyone.

He’s so big and tall compared to everyone, grandpa would ask if he could help him move a dresser or some shit.

“Come on Michael, we’re gonna be late!” You called, waiting patiently by the door.

When you both arrived at your family’s home where Thanksgiving would be hosted this year, Michael was very tense. Very rarely did he ever take his mask off and he hadn’t had a thanksgiving in years. You took his hand and brushed your thumb over your knuckles as you walked inside, taking your shoes off. Your grandma greeted you with a hug and a comfortingly sweet voice.

“Sweetheart! So glad you could make it! Is this Michael? It’s a pleasure to meet you young man,” your grandma said with a smile, touching his hand which made him tense. “Come now, let’s get you guys seated before the food gets cold.”

Mikey was nervous walking through the house, seeing pictures of grandkids and uncles and cousins, seeing everyone seated.

Your grandpa took liking to his muscles,

“Yeah! Looks like you could get the job done, you mind helping me move some boxes in the garage? My back isn’t as nice as it used to be and my kids are pieces of shit.”

“Dad😡”

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Beetlejuice

Yeah he can pretend to be problematic for thanksgiving.

Would purposely scare the shit out of your cousins.

Your family calls him musty..

Your emo cousin likes him though!!

“Y/N…get him out of here he stinks!” Meanwhile your dead boyfriend is sitting across from your emo cousin who’s lowkey studying him over. He’s just letting them too, he says it reminds them of Lydia.

Your family is boring to him, he’d much rather have thanksgiving at your own house with Lydia and Adam and Barbra.

“Come on babes, this is boring, we’re out of here,” he states as he takes a Turkey leg and promptly leaves the home, hand in yours.

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Billy Loomis & Stu Macher

Your parents and family do not approve.

They’re mostly confused as to why you brought two boys with you. They call it slut behavior.

Billy’s family most likely can’t even get through a normal dinner, let alone Thanksgiving, so he was down for coming.

Stu’s family were out of town and he didn’t want to go to some fancy thanksgiving with a lot of people he didn’t know. He’d rather stay in Woodsboro and get drunk for Thanksgiving, but being with his partners worked too.

Your family is way turned off by Billy, they think he’s rude, where as they think Stu is too energetic.

Billy and Stu would find any excuse to dip, letting them have private time, away from everyone.

Stu would make dirty jokes at the table in you and Billy’s ear.

You get a lot of side eyes from everyone..

You knock on the door with both of your boys, only to be greeted by a strange look.

“Y/N, baby, you brought your friends? How..nice..”

When you were all sat down at the table, your aunt started,

“Two boys Y/N? You friends from school?” Your uncle interjected

“I recognize you Loomis. You better not be causing any trouble.” He practically growled. Billy just nodded.

Lots of apologies to your boys after.

“It’s alright baby, it was bound to happen,” Stu said, grabbing a beer from his fridge

“It’s alright puppy, the food was good,”

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J.D

Would genuinely probably be the politest to your parents and family,

Got to make a good impression!!

He’d stay close to you the entire time, making sure to show off who he was to you,

God don’t even get him started on his opinion on politics PLEASE..

I feel like he’s the type of guy that your parents would be nice to in person but when he leaves everyone’s like “he’s so weird?😀”

The type of guy to call older relatives ‘sir’ and ‘ma’am’

Would hit the deserts HARD

“Sweetie your new boyfriend is very nice,” your grandma hums as you help with the dishes, he sits in the other room, arguing about politics.

“Yeah, he sure is something,”

“I’m very glad you could bring him,”

Your aunt walks in the room, shaking her head, “he’s really weird honey,” you looked at her with a confused facial expression, “I don’t know how to explain it. He’s just.. odd.”

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Otis Driftwood

You’re eating dinner at his house. Nothing else.

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Baby Firefly

Would actually try to go to dinner with you if that’s what you really wanted.

Would probably make an okayish impression on your family,

They think she’s energetic and odd,

She knows…a lot,

I like to think that she does like domestic feelings, so she might actually love to go to your thanksgiving,

You’re holding her hand as you drive back to the firefly home, smiling as your stunning girlfriend rambles next to you.

“It was so fun! Thank you for taking me baby,”

“Of course,” you hun as she continues to speak very highly of the little tradition.

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Poly Lost Boys

Your parents are very thrown off when you tell them that Thanksgiving needs to be a little later than 1:00 this year because your boyfriends get off at 5:00.. (when it gets dark)

They are even more thrown off when four bikers walk in with mullets and frills and no manners at all.. well, the quiet one has manners.

David would try and make a good impression while keeping up his ‘I’m the top dog’ behavior.

Dwayne just wants to help out and actually make a good impression.

Marko will spend most of his time with any pets and Paul will follow in foot.

They house down food. It’s sort of embarrassing

Your parents are so thrown off it hurts.

“Sweetie where did you meet them again?” Your mom whispers to you from across the table,

“So, boys, what do you do for work?” Your father questioned, each boy having a way different reaction it looks suspicious.

Your parents just nod and try there best to get through the dinner.

After dinner it gets even worse, they’re all over you, touching and giving little kisses during conversation, right in front of your parents.. god it was going to be a long night.

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Carrie White

Genuinely would do her best to come to your thanksgiving if her mama let her.

She’d be all dressed up and pretty, silently so excited that she gets to go to someone’s thanksgiving.

She’s so polite and quiet around your family,

If you all say grace, she’s an active part of it.

She’d be so flustered and happy to be there,

She thinks your family is so nice!!

You knock on the door of her house for her to rush down, saying goodbye to her mama. You would say hello to Mrs.White, but very uncomfortably.. you didn’t like Carrie’s Mama.

You smile upon seeing her. She looks so pretty.

“Hey darling, you look great,”

She blushed, looking down a little flustered, “thank you,”

You open the passenger door, letting her get in and closing it for her. She felt so nice, being treated so kindly. She’d remember this day for a while.

Please send me any slasher requests,

(Although I’m more prone to write for Billy & Stu at the moment)

[gilverrwrites]

first time requester here uhhh could you pretty please with cherries on top do tfw (and maybe gabe or Lucifer? up to you though!) reacting to reader being like, REALLY quiet in bed? Like they’re not holding back or anything, they just genuinely don’t make much noise?

Rating: 18+

Please remember: As long as you're trying, you're doing better than you think.

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Dean: Unless you specify that making noise is a boundary for you, he will see it as a challenge. He’ll find things, moves you like and hammer them over, and, over again to try and get some noise out of you. Or he’ll ask you lots of dirty questions during the deed. High praise, when you do make noise, like he’s trying to condition more noise. He just needs some kind of queue that he’s doing a good job, encouragement, like a dog being told he’s a good boy.

If you state it’s a limit, he’ll respect that, but he needs some other indicator, like red-light/green-light, or some form of physical touch meant to convey a job well done. 

Sam: Won’t really bat an eyelid at it. He’s a very accepting person, and he likes you for you, noisy or not.

If you express to him that you’d like to be noisier in bed, he will happily assist. Asking how you’re doing; how does that feel? What about this? No, no, not until you show me how much you want it. Repeating things he’s learned will get a reaction out of you.

Otherwise, he’ll keep on ploughing as is.

Castiel: If you’re normally a very vocal/noisy person in day-to-day life, he’d be concerned. He’ll worry that he’s done something wrong. When he confronts you and you tell him you’re good, you’re just quiet, he’ll feel so much relief, you’ll see the weight lift from his shoulders. Bless him, he gets stressed.

If you’re not normally a very vocal/noisy person, then he likely won’t notice. There are many, many humans, and they are all strange and unique, and this is just part of who you are.

He is quite chatty in bed however, he likes to express how he is feeling, how you make him feel, and he likes to check on you, so unless you’re happy to have little check ins/chit chats mid sex, you’ll need to express your boundaries.

Gabriel: Very similar to Dean. Evoking noise from you is a game, and he’s determined to master it. Even if that means underhanded tactics. Laughter is just as good, there will be tickling. He will playfully withhold or deny you touches or kisses to make you beg ask for them. Oh, that one little touch made you moan a teeny tiny bit? WE’RE DOING THAT AGAIN!

If you state that it’s a boundary, that’s cool, cool, cool. He can make enough noise for the both of you, he’s a soft, chatty, moaning, mess of an angel in the throws anyway.

Lucifer: Honestly, he probably won’t even notice at first. Like Gabe, he will make enough noise for the both of you. He loves the sound of his own voice, and he often gets lost in the feelings and his own emotions throughout. When he does eventually notice, he’d tease you about it. The ideal reaction is for you to get all shy and frustrated about it, but any provoked response is likely satisfying, he just likes to know he’s having an effect on you.

Michael: Is also very quiet in bed, in fact, he prefers it. His mind is very busy (especially when Adam is in there) and he enjoys being able to turn it off. He just does what feels good. There is no need to perform, and the fact that you respond the same is very validating for him. He will not question, tease, or try to provoke an inauthentic response from you. He will accept you as you are.

[kaleldobrev]

Once Mine

Pairing: Apocalypseverse!Michael x Apocalypseverse Fem!Reader | Michael!Dean (Dean Winchester) x Fem!Reader

Summary: Michael thinks him possessing Dean can be a win-win for the both of you

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Michael not taking no for an answer

Authors Note: Flashbacks are in italics | Yes, I really did call the Archangel Michael “Mike” | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

Apocalypse World

Y/N was sitting cross-legged on her usual chair reading through a book she has read through hundreds of times. That was one of the things she had missed most pre-apocalypse: books, and having access to them. Since the apocalypse happened, she still had access to them but they were scarce; a lot of them had been burned to ash and she salvaged all she could.

She closed the book she was currently reading, her eyes starting to get tired looking at the text. As soon as she placed her book down, the door opened, and a smile formed on her face — it was as if he knew she had been done with reading. “Hey Mike,” she said.

He rolled his eyes at her. “You know how I hate when you call me that,” he stated, his voice stern.

“But yet, you never correct me,” she said, getting up from her spot on the chair and walking over to him.

As soon as she met him, her arms instantly wrapped around his waist, and he couldn’t help but wrap his arms around hers. “True,” he stated. “Don’t let the other angels hear you, cause they’ll start calling me Mike.”

“I’m sure they’ve heard me plenty of times,” she stated. “Particularly moaning it,” she grinned, whispering.

“True. You aren’t particularly quiet,” he grinned back.

“I love you, you know that?” She said, her hands moving to wrapping around his neck now.

He nodded. “And you know I love you too right?”

“I sure do,” she answered, their lips finally meeting.

Main Universe

Michael looked at you, sitting on the couch across from him — a coffee table was the only thing separating the two of you. The way you held your hands he knew you were nervous and he honestly didn’t know why, as nervous was the last thing that you should be.

Michael got up, and he couldn’t help but notice your eyes move as he walked; your heart beating rapid fire. “Want a drink?” He asked you, as he found his way behind the bar, taking out two whiskey glasses.

You shook your head. “I’m good thanks,” you stated, your voice meek.

“You sure? I know you like whiskey,” he said, starting to pour the amber colored liquid into his glass.

You looked at him, slight confusion on your face. “Um, I don’t actually,” you confessed. Oh yeah, my Y/N liked whiskey, he thought, not Dean’s Y/N. “Sorry,” you apologized.

“No need, must of misremembered,” he lied. He never misremembers. “It’s Dean that likes whiskey, not you.”

You nodded in agreement. “I don’t like beer either,” you said, your voice still meek sounding but it started to become more comfortable at the same time.

“So what do you drink?” He asked, genuinely curious. It slightly amazed him how different you were compared to the version of you in his world. Although you were an exact copy, you were still very different in every single way.

“Rum and coke, wine, vodka cranberries,” you said, naming a few. “I guess I like drinks that don’t really taste like alcohol. Dean he would…” you sighed sadly, starting to pick at the skin around your nails. “He would always jokingly of course, make fun of me for my quote on quote girly drinks.”

“How would you like a rum and coke?” He asked you.

“I’m honestly okay,” you responded. You didn’t know why he was being so nice to you given the situation. He had taken complete and total control over your boyfriend and he was acting like nothing was remotely wrong. You weren’t sure how to feel right now: nervous, scared, or both.

“Alright,” he said, drink in hand as he sat back down. He looked at you for a moment, admiring your face, a face that he hadn’t seen in quite some time; in person anyway, as he did have several pictures of you…of Y/N and him together from his world, from his other vessel.

“So why am I here?” You asked. “You clearly have what you want. You have Dean. Why do you need me here?”

“I feel that we can make this a win, win for the us both,” he stated. “You see, although there was no Dean in my world, there was a you there,” he began, taking a sip of his drink. “Her and I well…the way you feel about Dean is the same way her and I felt about each other.”

“You were in love with her,” you stated, and he nodding confirming. “So why aren’t you there with her? I mean, wouldn’t she…I don’t know, be confused with this new vessel of yours.”

“Well, based on yourself, if she were still alive, she’d have absolutely no problem with my current vessel,” he grinned. “Sorry about that by the way. This must be…hard for you.”

“That’s an understatement,” you slightly snapped, choosing to ignore his comment about the other you being deceased. “You mentioned there being a win, win. How can there be a win win when you have complete control over the man I love?”

“You see, we can both get what we want here if you agree to stay by my side,” he began. “My Y/N was killed by my brother, and there is no replacing her she was…perfect in every single way but, you’ll have to do despite being the downgraded version.” Ouch. “But, as long as I’m controlling Dean here, he can’t die. So, you’ll never lose him.”

“I already have,” your tone still snappish. “As soon as you took control I lost him.” Dean might of as well as been good as dead once Michael took control of him, as you knew you’d never be able to actually talk to Dean again. Yes, you’d still technically see him, but you weren’t actually seeing him. The look behind his eyes weren’t the same, the way he talked wasn’t the same, and the way he moved wasn’t the same. He may of looked exactly like your Dean but he wasn’t your Dean anymore.

“I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you a day or two to think it over,” he stated, starting to get up from his chair. “I think you’ll find I can be…very persuasive.”

“And if I still say no?” You asked.

He grinned at you, a grin that had made you uncomfortable. “Let’s hope it won’t have to come to that.”

Apocalypse World

“I need you to promise me something,” Y/N said, looking Michael in the eyes.

“Anything,” he said.

“When I die —” she began.

“You won’t,” he interrupted.

“Mike, you have to be realistic. I’m not going to live forever. I’m just human,” she said, her tone shifting.

“I can get an angel to possess you, but make sure you still have complete control,” he suggested.

“Mike, you know I don’t want that,” she said. “I know you’re afraid of the aspect of me dying but, it’s going to happen one day. And I need you to promise me something.”

He looked at her, not wanting to hear her, but he knew deep down that she was right. She one day was no longer going to be here and he needed to be prepared for that. She was human, which meant she was one of the most fragile beings, the simplest thing could kill her or take her out, especially now in the current world. “Okay,” he finally said, his tone changing.

“When you find someone that makes you happy, don’t force it, and don’t try to make them me,” she said. “Because I know you Mike, I know you’ll do that. I know you’ll try and turn them into me, but…no one is exactly like me okay? You gotta remember that.” Y/N knew him far too well, knew that he was going to do the exact opposite of what she had told him when she ultimately passed. He loved her too damn much to want to be with anyone but her; he loved her too damn much to want to let her go.

“I promise,” he said, unsure if he was lying or telling the truth.

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Little angel

Title: Little angel

Square filled for @anyfandomangstbingo​: Too late to save them

Square filled for @heavenandhellbingo​: "Should you not return to me, there is no force in heaven or hell that will keep me away from you.”

Summary: Michael has a new vessel. Now he’s looking for his little angel.

Pairing: Michael!Dean x FallenAngel!Reader

Characters: Castiel, Jack Kline, Sam Winchester, Kaia Nieves (mentioned)

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of abandonment, the reader is a fallen angel, mentions of a past relationship, implied character's death, threats

Words: 2,4 k

A/N: It’s been a while since I wrote Michael!Dean. Missed ya, angelic bastard. :)

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“I see you adapted well, little angel,” you don’t have to feel his hand on your shoulder to recognize your former leader, archangel, and lover. 

You are frozen in time as you stare down at the bodies of your colleagues at the library. Michael burned their eyes out without batting an eyelash. You knew that one day angels will come for you.

“Why did you kill them? They had nothing to do with my past.”

“Too late to save them, Y/N,” he casually says, stepping over your dead colleagues’ body. “How long since we saw each other?”

“Not long enough,” voice cracking you shake his hand off your shoulder. “What are you doing here? I thought you are up in heaven and rule alongside the other archangels since God is gone…”

“Heaven is…heaven, ” the archangel casually says using his grace to force you to face him. Once upon a time, he didn’t stand a chance against you and your powers. Now you are only a puppet on a string and he’s the one pulling the strings. “It’s not the same since you’ve been gone. How have you been?”

He lifts your chin with his index finger, staring down at you with the eyes of a stranger. 

“Your new meat suit is different from the others,” you look Michael up and down, frowning as it seems if only for a split second, someone else is looking back at you. “He’s your sword.”

“I see, you are as smart as ever,” he muses, fingertips running over your cheek. “Father created a nice body for your soul.”

You huff at his words. “He didn’t give me choice. It was becoming human or ending up in hell; locked away with Lucifer. I didn’t want your brother to be on my cell.”

“You broke all the rules, little angel,” he tuts as you glare at him. It was Michael pushing you out of heaven. He’s responsible for your fall.

“I broke them for you…for us,” you spat. “I didn’t want you to fight Lucifer and die. All I wanted was for you to be safe, my love…my angel.” Voice cracking you glance at his polished shoes. “I didn’t expect you to be the one banning me from heaven. I was always loyal.”

“You were loyal until you weren’t. I had to make sure no one follows your lead and rebels against God and the archangels.”

“I didn’t rebel against anyone. I wanted to save your life,” hot tears run down your face as you feel his hold on you loosen. “It was you telling father about my intentions. You ripped my grace out of my body.”

“I had to do it, little angel.”

“No. You didn’t have to do it,” he cups your chin roughly as you glare up at him. You purse your lips, ignoring your racing heart. Michael could easily snap your neck or burn your eyes out. You’re a mere human, an insect for him to squish. 

“Don’t anger me, Y/N,” his voice makes the room shake and brings you back to reality. You are a human being and Michael is an angel possessing the poor guy’s body whose face he wears. 

“Do you have the slightest idea how it felt to fall? My wings got ripped off my body and my soul, it just…vanished. One moment I was an angel, and the next all that was left of me was dust.”

“Father made sure your soul survives and that you’ll be reborn,” Michael tuts as he cups the back of your neck. He just looks down at you for a moment, humming as you struggle to hold his gaze.

“You left me alone for centuries, Michael,” he dips his head to press his lips to yours. You gasp. This isn’t how you imagined your reunion with your former lover. “I didn’t know who I was until a few years ago when one of your fine friends tried to kill me. I grew up human and forgot about my true nature.”

“Y/N, you are a mere human now,” you narrow your eyes at his comment. Michael acts as if he’s not the reason for your downfall. “No wings. No grace. No beauty.”

“Well, then,” pulling away from Michael you give him a cold glare, “you should be on your way and look for someone more…gracefully. Maybe Rafael wants to get his fill.”

“Careful now, little angel,” the archangel warns. He’s so unlike the angel you fell in love with. Michael always was a little arrogant but loving when it came to you. Now all that’s left is arrogance and cruelty. “I came here to get you. You’ll come with me.”

“Why would I want to go with you? You just killed my colleagues out of spite only as I refused to follow you outside. As you said, I’m a mere human,” the archangel doesn’t care about your worries, or that you are shaking in fear as he reaches out for you to cup your cheek. 

“Do you remember what I told you when father send you to earth for yet another battle?” his eyes darken as you try to remember his exact words. “Do you, little angel?”

"You said that” you swallow thickly, feeling the lump in your throat grow. “You said…I don’t remember, Michael. It’s like there is a wall I can’t break down when it comes to you.”

“I said - should you not return to me, there is no force in heaven or hell that will keep me away from you,”  he whispers lowly. “You must remember my words, little angel.”

“Maybe I don’t remember right,” it’s hard to have Michael so close after years of waiting for a chance to get back at him. He betrayed you in the worst way possible. While you tried to save his life, he took yours away from you. Along with your wings. 

“You’ll come with me on free terms or not,” he won’t take no for an answer. Not half an hour ago he proved that he’ll kill anyone getting in between you and him. “I’ve got plans for you.”

“I miss my wings,” you close your eyes, as he caresses your cheek. “Can you give me back my wings? Do you still have my grace?”

“Why would I, little angel?” your eyes snap open and you step away from him. He chuckles darkly, even dares to look at you with pity. “Your grace is long gone. Father decided you are not worth walking among angels. I simply want your memories. I need to find a few…stray angels.”

“Stray angels,” choking on your tears you realize Michael didn’t come to your aid. He doesn’t want you back or to help you get your wings back. “You want to find and punish them.”

“Come now. We have work to do,” he holds out his hand, flashing his eyes blue again. His wings fill the library, and you start to shake in anger. “Y/N, don’t let me wait!”

“No,” your hand trembles when you get the lighter you hid in your pocket out. You glance at Michael one last time before lighting the lighter and dropping it to the ground.

He frowns as you clutch your hands to your chest the moment the lighter ignites the holy oil.

“Y/N! What did you do?” he growls in your direction. “You know this won’t kill me!”

“I know,” you take another step back. “But it will hurt like a bitch if you try to leave the circle and it will banish you long enough to make sure Sam Winchester will get his brother back.”

“You don’t want me to become an enemy,” Michael warns. “Little angel, free me. NOW! I will hunt you down.”

“Try hunting me down with your sword gone,” getting your phone out you dial Sam Winchester’s number. You swallow thickly as Michael glares at you.

“Let me out!!”

“Sam Winchester, my name is Y/N. You don’t know me, but Castiel asked me for help a few weeks ago. I’m at the public library in Great Bend. I captured Michael. He’s currently banished by holy oil. Just hurry and get him…”

“Y/N, let me go,” Michael watches you crouch down to cover your colleague with your jacket. “I’m sorry about those…humans.” He makes a face as you wipe your eyes. “Little angel, come here.” 

“No, you’re not,” you get back up as the door slams open. Castiel, followed by two men you don’t know storms into the library, accompanied by a girl carrying a spear. “Goodbye, Michael.”

“Y/N,” Castiel wraps his hand around your wrist to drag you away. He brings you behind his back, ready to defend you. “Thank you.”

“Castiel,” you huff. “I didn’t have much of a choice. He came to use me as a weapon against our brothers and sisters. I’m not an angel anymore, but this doesn’t mean I’ll help him bring them down. You got what you wanted. I’m out of this…”

You turn to leave the room, not wanting to watch the group kill your former lover.

When you close the door behind you, screams fill your ears. There’s commotion in the room as you press your forehead against the wall, letting the tears finally fall.

“He didn’t come for me. Michael never loved me,” admitting your defeat, you sink to your knees and start crying. “I should’ve helped Lucifer to kill you…”

“Why am I here?” you glance at Michael’s vessel. The archangel left the hunter’s body, but not without breaking a few bones and leaving bruises all over the hunter’s body. Dean looks like he lost a battle and got under the bus at the same time. 

“Dean is back,” Sam clears his throat, “but Michael escaped. We don’t know where he is, Y/N. You’re not an angel anymore.” You huff. “Sorry. It’s just, that he will kill you for helping us.”

“He won’t show mercy and kill me, Sam Winchester,” you chuckle humorlessly. “I betrayed Michael in the worst way possible. He will come for me to inflict as much pain as possible. He will keep me alive to do it all over again. I’m better off dead.”

“She saved me Sammy,” Dean croaks. It feels odd to have his voice back to the hunter. “We should take her in. Michael will kill her if we let her go. I got a glimpse of his thoughts. He wanted to kill her after he got what he wanted.”

“He took my grace and my wings,” getting up from the chair at the library you slide your fingertips over the table. “Michael took his love away from me too. What else can he take? A life I never wanted. I was reborn human after existing for thousands of years. I’m already dead.”

“Sweetheart, there are worse things than being human,” the elder brother huffs. He slowly gets up from his chair to hobble toward the first aid kit on the table. “Being dead, or cake instead of pie.”

“Pie?” sighing deeply you watch Dean try to patch the wound at his shoulder up. The one the mysterious girl gave him to ban Michael from the hunter’s body. “Let me do this.”

“I can patch myself up,” the hunter grumbles as you snatch the first aid kit out of his hands. “Girl, can you just not…”

“My colleague taught me how to do this,” Dean watches a stray tear roll down your cheek. “They were good people, you know. Michael killed them as I refused to follow him. I was scared and tried to escape so he burned their eyes out right in front of me to prove a point. He’ll do the same to you, your brother, and everyone you love if you try to protect me.”

“We won’t let him hurt you, Y/N,” Castiel states. He always had a weak spot for you. “You should’ve never followed his lead.”

“Really?” head-snapping toward Castiel you growl at the angel. “I lost everything, and you want to make me feel even worse? I loved him! Do you have the slightest idea how it feels to get your life ripped away by the one you love the most?” you sniffle. 

“Cas, leave her be. Michael just killed her friends. She needs a rest. All of us need a rest. The bunker will keep her safe.”

“No one will be able to protect me,” you rip the old band-aid off Dean’s shoulder to clean his wound. “Now hold still. I’ll try to fix this.”

“The bunker is safe. Warded,” Sam tries to calm you. “You are safe with us.”

“Sure,” putting a new band-aid on Dean’s wound, you ignore Sam trying to make you feel safe. “Nothing and no one will stop Michael from killing me. It’s fine. I accepted death a long time ago.”

“You won’t die, sweetheart. I will return the favor and keep you safe,” Dean offers as you slam the first aid kit shut.

“Save your breath, Winchester,” you pat his cheek. “I died the moment Michael ripped my grace out of my body. I felt every feather I lost when I fell…and then I landed on the cold, hard ground. Torn apart, shattered, and slowly turning into dust.”

“Guys, we should focus on finding and killing Michael. For now, he’s weakened. Michael must find a new vessel after he lost his true vessel. It will take him some time to get another yes,” Sam says.

“I remember every vessel of Michael,” you snatch the notebook out of Sam’s hand. “It won’t do you any good to go after Michael but, if you want to try, I can give you the names.”

“Does he have yours too?” Dean asks. “He could go after them.”

“I’m not an angel anymore, Dean. This body is mine,” you point at your chest, “I was reborn like Anna. You remember Anna, right?” 

“How could we not?” the younger Winchester grumbles while Dean scratches the back of his neck. “So—you are completely human.”

“I got most of my memories back around three years ago after an angel tried to eliminate me. Until then, I was a normal human, just like Anna,” you explain. “I got no wings or grace hidden in the back of my closet.”

“Welcome to team free will in that case,” Dean holds out his hand, flashing you a smile. “Come on, sweetheart. I know you want to rip that bastard’s ass open.”

“I—” you glance at Dean’s offered hand, wondering if you’ll be of any use to the hunters. “I don’t know if you should keep me around, but fine.” You shake Dean’s hand, silently agreeing to hunt Michael down with team free will. “Let me give you a list of Michael’s vessels first. We should make sure they won’t say yes…”

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[lokischickadee]

Imagine Michael!Dean looking at you like this when you walk into the room wearing a sexy dress

[morteo]

HORNY LEVELS(bad)

SLASHERS - (I'm bored)

Miserably horny

Brahms Heelshire, Billy Lenz, The grabber

Horny horny

Freddy Krueger, Chucky, Kurt Kunkle, Corey Cunningham, Stu Macher, Billy Loomis, Bo Sinclair(?), Jason Dean

Horny

Michael Myers, The man(Hush), Harry Warden

Horny-ish

Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair

Little horny

Hannibal, Norman Bates

Not really horny

Jason Vorhees, Pinhead, Lester Sinclair

FUCK I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT I WAS DOING SO IT CAME OUT SHITTY BUT TAKE IT

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