#or little Sammy following Dean everywhere

[nyxlinak]

I love the idea of 8y/o Dean holding little Sammy’s hand and dragging him everywhere he goes while baby Sam simply let his big brother drag him, thumb in mouth, unbothered.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Imagine…Dean Making You A Pie

Pairing: Dean x reader

A/N: Happy belated Thanksgiving!

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“Y/N!” called Dean. You popped your head up from your book on the back porch on the fall day, Dean stepping out the back door with a big smile. “Come on sweetheart.”

“What’s wrong?” you asked. 

“Nothing. I have a surprise,” he said. He grabbed your hand and pulled you inside the house, your jaw dropping.

“Dean! What happened to the kitchen!” It looked like most of the counter top was covered in flour and some kind of batter, a white dust stuck to the cabinets, something red splattered on the floor. There were dirty dishes, utensils and baking supplies everywhere but Dean left you be and went to the wire rack by the oven.

“I made a pie,” he said. He pointed at the counter, a big smile on his face. “By myself. I mean I followed your recipe but I did it on my own for once. What do you think? Want to try some?”

“I would love to and I love that you decided to try baking on your own,” you said. You looked up and saw something on the ceiling, cocking your head.

“Are you freaking out about the mess?” 

“Um.” You looked around, eyes landing on the pie. The room was an absolute disaster but he looked so proud of himself. You’d made him pies more times than you could count and more recently he started helping out when you did. “Actually no. I um, it’s just a little messy but we can deal with it later. Cut me a piece of pie.”

“Definitely. I want to see how it compares,” he said. You made a clear spot at the island and Dean brought over the pie, carving out a slice for the two of you. He hummed and set it down on a plate you got out, quickly getting a fork.

“Oh is this cherry?” you asked, breaking off a piece.

“Yup,” he said, smiling as you took a bite. You chewed once before you paused, bitter and salt and thick chewiness hitting you. 

“Good right?” he asked. You chewed again, forcing your face to stay neutral. He took the fork from you and dug in, his face freezing the second he chewed. “Y/N.”

You hummed, covering your mouth with your hand.

“You don’t have to eat this.”

“Thank you,” you said, going over to the trash can and spitting it out. He quickly joined you, shaking out his body. “Dean sweetie. How much salt did you put in?”

“It said 1 cup? Or one teaspoon?”

“Yeah definitely not a cup. But your filling was decent.”

“I forgot the sugar in it, didn’t I.”

“Yeah just a little,” you said. “Presentation is great though. I love the lattice work. You did really good.”

“Thanks,” he said. “Sorry about the mess.”

“It’s fine. It’s actually quite impressive,” you said as Sam walked in from the garage. “Sam it was your turn to clean the kitchen this week wasn’t it?”

“I’m going to Eileen’s,” he said, turning around.

“Sammy-“

“Nope. Not my problem. Screw the chore chart. I’ll see you guys at Eileen’s for dinner,” he said.

“Wait! Try my pie. I made it myself,” said Dean. He smiled and Sam sighed, taking the fork from Dean and grabbing a piece. He plopped it in his mouth and frowned, looking around before spitting it into the garbage. 

“I hate you,” said Sam, Dean chuckling as he left.

“So should we clean up?”

“Yes but then we can try making pie dough again and another filling and this time I guarantee it’ll be amazing.”

“Can we do it tomorrow? I’m kinda exhausted,” he said.

“Sure. You can sit with me on the porch and cuddle then after we clean up.”

“That sounds like a perfect afternoon to me sweetheart.”

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[uncouth-the-fifth]

Mandy Davis, you punk ass bitch - Sam Winchester/Reader (for #samweek2023)

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Pairing: Sam Winchester/Reader. Tags/Warnings: just fluff! Word Count: 2k Notes: for @ghostsam and @suncaptor's Sam Winchester Appreciation Week :) happy birthday baby boy!!! ily ily ily <;3 Ask to be added to my taglists for future posts!

The alarm clock in Bobby’s guest bedroom was a little busted, so you weren’t crazy confident that it could get you up at midnight like you wanted. True to form, you were hauled ass-first out of sleep a little after two in the morning, and staggered out of bed bleary-eyed and cursing. 

What kind of sick freaks tortured themselves like this? Very, very dedicated girlfriends. Just like you’d predicted, the other side of the bed hadn’t been touched. Sam was probably still downstairs, straining his neck over a book and adding to his exhaustive research notes. Totally clueless. You groped around the floor for the spare pajama pants you’d stolen from him ages ago and hopped into them as quietly as you could. The house was serene but not quiet, filled with the natural creaks and sighs of the old wood and the flutter of the loose siding in the breeze. You knew it would be impossible to stay silent on the stupid ancient stairway, but you were determined not to wake Dean. There was no way you were letting him beat you to this like he had last year. Pouring all of your hunter chops into the task, you snuck down the stairs like a goddamn ghost, and made sure to throw Dean’s door two gloating middle fingers in the dark. Eat that, Winchester.

Every inch of the first floor was covered by safe blue darkness, except for a teeny circle of buttery lamplight that you followed to the kitchen. Before you turned the corner, you made bets with yourself about how Sam would be sitting: hunched completely over the kitchen table, that’s for sure, probably rubbing at his aching neck and glaring at what he was reading.

When you were close enough to see, you let your footsteps be heard so as not to scare him. Man, you were good. The same angle you’d pictured and everything.

Sam pried his face away from his research and squinted at his watch, then at you, sheepish. “Oh, hey… sorry. I promised that I’d be up hours ago.”

You knew he was already finding ten ways to beat himself up over it, so you drew yourself towards him with an understanding smile. “No sweat,” you waved it off, “I’m glad you’re still up. It means I get to do this.”

The first chance you got, you pounced on him, sliding up behind his chair and squeezing your arms around his shoulders. Sam made a pleased little sound that quickly became embarrassed—you scooped up his face and started smushing noisy kisses everywhere you could reach. Sam pretended to squirm and groan for your benefit, but he was a lousy actor. Just a few kisses melted him like butter. 

As he relaxed, so did you. Sam wrapped a loose hand around your wrist, and you gave him one more deep kiss on the cheek. “Happy birthday, Sammy.”

“So that’s where this is coming from,” Sam realized. He started scrubbing sleepily at his eyes, sighing and laughing without humor, “God, I didn’t even know it was May.”

You hid your evil smile in Sam’s hair. “So… I take it I beat your brother to saying it first?”

“You did,” Sam confirmed. Just by hearing his voice you knew he had on that small, dopey smile that he reserved only for you.

“Fuck yeah,” You hiss in victory. You put on a whole show to get a laugh out of him, pumping your fist and salsaing in a happy circle.

A few tired chuckles seep out of your boyfriend. He sounds beyond exhausted, and you’ve got it so bad for him that just that makes your heart throb with sympathy. Feeling stupid and in love and obsessed with him, you fall down into the closest empty seat and take Sam’s hand, wishing more than anything that the whole world would throw him a party. He deserved so much more than what this shitty world ever gave him. Even the small gift you’d managed to pull together for him didn’t feel like enough.

“I have two gifts for the birthday boy,” you tell him, holding up two important fingers. “Do you want to open them both right now?”

Sam has had a sum total of two good birthdays in his entire life, so he props a hand on his thigh and shrugs. He’s never been very eager to make a thing out of May 2nd. “Whatever you wanna do.”

You make a sound like an incorrect gameshow buzzer. “Wrong! Birthday boy makes the decisions today.”

There it is. Sam cracks an even bigger, shier smile, sinking into his seat a little bit. “Okay, okay,” he relents, “...Can I open them now?”

“Of course you can,” you flirt, and start to feel around under the table. It is your greatest joy in life to mess with Sam, and for a moment you’re flooded with that joy when you find the gift with your hand, pull it loose from where you taped it, and slap it onto the table.

Sam’s face blooms with amused disbelief. He’s been grinding away at these books for hours, and of course, his birthday gift was right under his nose this entire time. “You masterminded all of this, didn’t you?” He guesses, smile growing, “Is the second one under my chair? Behind my ear or something?”

“Close,” you admit, and gesture him in. Dutiful as ever, Sam listens, only to be pulled into a deep, loving kiss. “She’s right here,” you murmur.

It’s a really dorky gift to give him, but more than anything you want this day to be special for him. Underneath all the teasing attitude you’re throwing around, you’re overwhelmed with the urge to do something for him, to make up for the myriad of shitty birthdays he’s survived, and the strength of it could pulverize every monster in the whole damn state. A content hum drains out of him. You kiss him like you could squeeze the fear out of him with your hands, curling your fingers through the tufts of hair at his neck and stroking his scalp.

When you draw back, Sam’s face is bright red. He gives you this bashful look like he’s never in a million years been kissed like that, and instead of getting smug, you just feel plain happy. “I love it,” Sam confesses, “That’s the best birthday gift I’ve ever been given.”

You’re sure that’s not a tough race to beat, but hey, it’s nice to hear. Sam gives your hand a sweet squeeze before scooping your actual, physical gift off the kitchen table. The gift-wrapping resources at Bobby’s house were pretty lacking, so you got creative with some paper bags, twine, and markers, wrapping your gift in the paper and then drawing stars all over it. Sam stares at it for so long that you consider making fun of him, but even the stupid impromptu wrapping paper you came up with is something he’s never had before. You’d kind of hoped that he’d just tear into it, but Sam takes the time to carefully untie your twine knot to keep the paper intact, his long fingers moving delicately along the string.

Packed inside the paper is a set of envelopes. They have teen-you written all over them, from the color of the envelopes, the glitter pen your decorated them with, and the old stickers all over the sides. Some are creased and folded awkwardly, others have smeared pen and peeling stickers. Every single one has Sam’s name written on one side.

“This is your handwriting,” he notices, curious. “...What are these?”

“These,” you enunciate, trying to contain your excitement for his reaction, “are all the love letters I wrote for you in high school.”

Pure delight slowly transforms Sam’s face. His jaw drops, and the second he realizes the absolute treasure trove of glorious teenage embarrassment he’s holding, he slaps the letters protectively to his chest. “No—way,” he gapes, eyes sparkling. “No. There’s no way. There’s no way in hell you’d ever just give me such quality blackmail material like this.”

But you did, because for whatever reason you’re totally into this loser. Those letters are full of the cringiest, sappiest writing one can possibly imagine, back when you’d convinced yourself you were a poetry-writing god and were utterly obsessed with Sam. (Well. Some things never change, but). The two of you hadn’t started dating until much later, so you figured he’d love to see just how long he’s been driving you insane. And, yeah. Blackmail material. If anyone else but Sam ever read these, the galactic weight of your embarrassment would instantly blink you out of existence.

“That’s how much I love you,” you tell him, shrugging. That simple.

The biggest, dorkiest grin takes up his whole face, and you force yourself to relax, happy to know you’ve at least given him this one thing. Without hesitation, he fishes the first letter out of the pile and carefully peels it open. The actual letter is on plain notebook paper, and, to Sam’s utter delight, is also penned in glitter. 

He clears his throat and reads the heading. “Ooh. March 6th, 1998.” His smirk is a little too evil for your liking, “We would’ve been in… tenth grade?”

You shove your face in your hands and groan.

“Dear Sam,” he says, in a high, girly voice. You smack him on the shoulder for the shitty impression of you, which just makes the laughter splitting his sides even louder. “Today, I saw Mandy talking to you by your locker—”

“Oh god.”

“She doesn’t even try to hide her stupid crush on you,” Sam reads, biting back giggles. “At least I’m subtle about it.”

Not true. You were not at all subtle about it. God, this is torture… But it’s been a long time since you’ve heard Sam sound this happy.

“I swear, Sammy, I wanted to punch her lights out so bad. She doesn’t even know you, or your family, or what we’re all really like.” Sam throws you a mean little smile at this next part, “Nobody knows you like I do.”

He loves to fuck with you just as much as you love to fuck with him, so, of course, this sends Sam into a full-body fit. He’s bent over the table wheezing for breath just a couple minutes later. You try to hold on to your shame, you really do, but he’s just too damn cute. Sam never laughs like this anymore.

You stuff your blazing hot face into his shoulder, pouting. “Are you happy, now that you’ve humiliated me?”

Sam slouches back in his chair, his whole face bright with humor. He’s so happy that he pulls you out of your chair and loops you into his lap, where you can feel every bit of his bassy laughter seeping through your back. A big, long arm seals around your waist and keeps you close to him, and while you’re distracted by his warmth and hands and cologne, he’s trapped you.

“I am,” Sam confesses, and it’s even more embarrassing how your whole body floods with butterflies. “Think you could keep reading these to me? I wanna hear them in your voice.”

Pfft. Okay. Whatever. With his stupid cute face. “Sam…” I warn.

“Authenticity! And hey,” he budges you, “I thought the birthday boy makes the decisions today?”

You make a face, just to remind him who he’s testing here. But he’s giving you the same pretty, boyish smile you wrote about in these letters a hundred times, the tension in his body gone, and the whole world is quiet just for the two of you. And yeah, it is his fucking birthday.

Sighing, you find the spot where Sam left off. He thanks you with some kisses to your shoulder that make you consider writing poetry about him all over again, and the two of you snuggle close.

“Sleep with both eyes open, Mandy Davis, you punk ass bitch. I know where you live!”

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[sammysmaddy]

Normal (Winchesters x Reader) - Part One

Summary: Growing up as the baby of the Winchester family led you to be constantly guarded. Soon enough, you start to learn what's normal between families and what's not.

Pairing(s): Dean x Sister!Drugged!Reader, mentions of John x Daughter!Reader, OMC x Drugged!Reader.

Warning(s): Angst, drugged reader, non-con elements, naive reader, mild voyeurism, nonconsensual touching, male masturbation, somnophilia, incestuous thoughts and actions/

W/C: 4.8k+

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for a very long time

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Dean's POV

"We shouldn't be doing this, Dean. Dad is going to kill us," Y/N warned, but Dean was far past the point of returning.

It was one of those lucky nights where John didn't insist that Dean went on the hunt, tonight it was Sammy's turn and Dean was going to fully take advantage of his night off. That included finding a party to get wasted at and trying to forget all of the responsibilities that the following day would bring. 

Of course, Dean wasn't going to be a bad brother and leave Y/N home alone again. He was going to show her what life was like outside of a motel- what it was like to feel like you don't have to think cautiously about every step you take. It was going to be just as beneficial for Dean as it was going to be for Y/N. 

"Dad's not here and when Dad's not here, I'm in charge. It'll be fun. I promise." Dean told her, looking over to see her nervously chewing on her bottom lip. From Dean's position in the front seat of the Impala, even he could see how pale she was in the darkness. 

Y/N was truly petrified about the thought of going to a party and it was extremely evident through her facial expressions. This is what Dean wanted to get rid of. He wanted her to live her life a little, get out, and make new friends- not be scared to leave the motel. 

"When was the last time you went to a party?"

"Never," Y/N answered softly and Dean nodded his head, knowing that his point was proven. 

"It's going to be fine, Y/N. We'll have a few drinks, get you loosened up, and then maybe you'll be able to make some new friends. It's nothing to worry about, sweetheart." Dean comforted her and she nodded her head, taking a deep breath in. 

•••

"This is my sister, Y/N," Dean looked over at the young girl who was trying her best to keep it together. 

"Nice to meet you," Dean's friend said, reaching his hand out. 

Y/N's arms left her side for the first time all night as her right hand landed in his. Instead of the usual handshake, he raised her hand, placing his lips on her fingers. Dean knew that his friend was just trying to portray the gentleman he wished he was. 

"I'm Jordan." He told her, flashing a bright smile, and Y/N looked down to the ground trying to hide her blush. 

Dean felt his body tense up as he watched it all unfold in front of him, watching how she instantly became relaxed under Jordan's grip- how she suddenly seemed to enjoy being there with a simple smile, but this is what Dean asked for. 

Dean wanted her to go out and meet new friends, he just didn't want her to get hurt, so his guard was analyzing every move that she made. 

"Care for a drink?" Jordan asked over the loud music that seemed to be shaking the entire building. 

Dean nodded his head, giving him a small grin, and Jordan took his queue to leave towards the kitchen.

"Isn't this cool?" Dean asked, turning towards the smaller girl who was looking around at all of the people.

"Yeah, it actually is," Y/N beamed, smiling at him, before turning back to admire how happy everyone looked. 

Y/N was looking around everywhere. The lights, the cups half-full on the countertops, the random college kids making out on the couch- you name it, she was in awe.

Dean knew it was a lot to take in for her and he was just as surprised as Y/N was to find that she was actually enjoying herself. He smiled at her when he saw the life in her eyes rev up every time someone introduced themselves, and Dean knew she had never had this much attention from so many people in her nineteen years. 

"Here you go," Jordan snapped Dean out of his trance, holding a beer in each hand. 

Dean thanked him, reaching for the beer, but felt Y/N's eyes burn holes into the side of his head. He looked over at her, seeing the way that she asked permission with her glance, and felt the uneasiness radiating from her body.

"Go ahead," Dean gave her a small smile, taking a gulp of the cold beer in his own hands. 

Y/N nodded, her nervousness easing as she got permission, and grabbed the bottle from Jordan's hand. She thanked him with a warm smile and blushed deep crimson when he replied 'No problem, sweetheart'. 

Dean knew exactly what Jordan wanted by the way he talked to her. Dean examined the way Jordan licked his lips and looked into Y/N's eyes, even going the extra mile and adding a wink to the mixture.

Dean could feel his blood boiling but was able to mask it by chugging most of his beer down. He wasn't even exactly sure why he was upset, this is what he wanted. He wanted Y/N to live her life, he just didn't expect her to fall for someone's tricks so quickly. 

But still, Dean was cautious because it was Jordan. Jordan was more or less what Dean was, minus the hunting. He was a player. A womanizer. Someone that wanted a quick fuck and probably wouldn't even remember it the next morning. 

Y/N was too sweet for him, probably too naive to even get the subtle hints that Jordan left her, so Dean felt secure with that. He knew she wasn't exactly well-versed in people, surely she wouldn't give herself away to anyone who flashed her a smile. 

•••

By the time Dean felt safe enough to leave Y/N's side, she had made a friend named Lily and they were talking about all of the books that Dean would have considered nerdy. 

Y/N held onto the beer that was handed to her over an hour ago, yet to have finished it, and Dean was on his sixth or seventh of the night- he wasn't quite sure anymore. All Dean knew was that he was having a good time and so was Y/N, and that was enough for him. 

Dean himself was off somewhere talking to a red-haired chick, her name soon forgotten, and did his best to sweet-talk her into his bed.

Dean watched every move the red-haired girl made, knowing that she was looking for something long-term, but he didn't care. He knew that he could break any girl by purposefully letting his eyes twinkle or by playing into their interests, he wasn't worried about not being able to crack her. 

She was his type too. She was the girl that played hard to get and Dean knew that eventually when he asked her to go upstairs, she would cave in in an instant. 

She smiled when Dean cracked a joke, she blushed when he 'accidentally' glided his hand over her thigh, and she bit her lip every time something naughty slipped from Dean's lips. 

Dean knew that she was already letting her guard down and throwing her hopes of a relationship out of the window for him. He knew that she was ready to give it all to him and it had only been twenty minutes- that's how good he was and he prided himself for it. To his surprise, she made the move before he felt fully confident to do so himself. 

"Wanna  go upstairs?" She asked him, leaning in close and whispering in his ear. 

When she pulled back, she had her bottom lip pulled in between her teeth and a small smirk on her face. 

"Show me the way," Dean smirked back and her face lit up. 

Grabbing Dean's hand, she led him through the crowd of people too drunk to register that they were getting shoved past, and she giggled when she looked back at him. He smirked at the dirty looks of all of the other college kids, knowing that they were just jealous- that they couldn't do what Dean did, and that only boosted his ego even more. 

Dean even got a few extra snarky stares, most likely because of the girl that he was with, and it only made him more confident.

They walked up the stairs, hand in hand, pushing past a random couple that seemed to not care about getting to a room. They also pushed past the crowd of people watching the couple grope each other. Dean applauded them silently, knowing that was coming for him shortly too, and continued to follow the redhead up the stairs. 

Once they reached the top, she too must have felt inspired by the couple and eagerly smashed her lips onto Dean's. Dean was surprised by her initiative, chuckling into the kiss that was so desperately forced by her, and began to kiss her back for a short amount of time before she pulled away. 

"Let's go find a room," She winked, lowering down so that her feet were flat on the ground.

"Still following you, sweetheart," Dean smirked as she grabbed his hand again. 

As they began to walk down the never-ending hallway of the frat house, Dean suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"You okay?" The girl asked Dean, feeling the way that he let go of her hand. "There's a vacant room at the end of the hall. I already see the door open." She informed him, looking to see his reaction.

"Yeah, I'll meet you there in a second," Dean looked at her for a second, giving her a small smile. 

The woman nodded her head, standing on her toes to press a quick peck on his cheek, and turned around to head for the room. 

Dean looked back at what had stopped him in the first place. The slightly cracked door gave him the perfect hearing aid to tell him what was occurring in the small room. Dean could hear the way he kissed her neck and the way that he gave her small confirmations in between each kiss. 

Dean almost continued to walk on to the meal-of-a-girl waiting for him in the other room, but a gut feeling told him not to. He curiously pushed the door open, only a little to see what was happening. Dean's jaw fell to the floor when he saw Y/N. 

Dean felt the anger rise in him quickly but refrained from busting in and dragging her home. But he knew that he wasn't angry with her, he was angry with himself. 

Dean was angry that he was the one to leave her alone in the first place, resulting in her poor decision-making. It was his fault and he wasn't going to intrude if that was truly what she wanted. 

And because Dean knew that she only had that one beer to drink, he knew that she was still in the right mind to make her own choices. At least that's how it looked at first glance. 

There were plenty of things to be infuriated about when Dean really saw the events that were unfolding. Dean's biggest concern could have been that it was Jordan who was kissing Y/N, but it wasn't. His biggest concern could have been that she went upstairs without saying anything, but it wasn't. His biggest concern could have been that she barely had her eyes open or that she wasn't responding with anything but whimpers- but once again, it wasn't. 

Dean's biggest concern was that he couldn't peel his eyes away no matter how hard he tried, and he couldn't stop the tent from forming in his pants. As Dean tried to combat the feeling, he placed a firm hand on his clothed erection.

Dean watched when Jordan silenced Y/N's protests with his lips, trailing his hand up and down her bare thigh. Jordan continued by laying her back on the bed and when she tried to sit back up, he placed his hand flat on her chest to keep her lying down. 

He told her that everything was going to be okay, that she was beautiful, that she asked for it, and Dean just watched. 

Dean didn't feel bad for not going in there and saving her, he didn't even feel bad that his pants tightened in anticipation- eagerly awaiting what would happen to her next. He was long past the point of trying to stop himself and say that it wasn't right, that it wasn't consensual, that it was his sister. 

Dean wanted to watch, and if it were any other girl- he would have turned his head and used it as inspiration to ravage the redhead in the other room.

But it was her. It was Y/N, someone that Dean had been so curious about for so long. Dean had fought the dark feelings that he had about her for a considerable amount of time, and that all ended tonight. 

Dean had held himself at bay for the longest time and now he couldn't stop himself- even if he wanted to. He was entirely too entranced when he decided to crack the door open more and saw her sitting on the bed, and it only deepened his state when he saw Jordan's hands roam all over her body- preparing to take what Dean had wanted for so many years. 

Dean couldn't look away. He didn't want to look away.

Jordan kept his hand on Y/N's chest until she stopped trying to sit up. He then moved on to his next task. 

Dean bit down on his lip as Jordan positioned himself on his knees in front of her. Jordan's hands came down to take her sandals off and tossed them to the side. Then, he pushed her skirt up so that it was bunched up around her waist. 

Y/N whimpered when Jordan's fingers hooked into the waistband of her underwear, sending a pulsing shock through Dean. Dean felt his pants continuing to tighten when he saw her panties slowly lowering down her legs, revealing her perfect pussy that he often wondered about. 

It was almost too much to take, the sight making him nearly ready to bust in his boxers, but Dean became increasingly aware that it wasn't him. It shouldn't be Jordan getting to enjoy her perfect little body, it should be Dean. 

Dean should be the one to feel Y/N wrapped around his cock, he should be the one hearing his name leave her lips. He waited for too long for someone else to take her from him. 

That was the only motivation Dean needed to bust in the room. He put on a front, pretending that he was angry with Jordan- although in reality, he wanted to do the same thing to Y/N. 

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Dean grit through his teeth as Jordan struggled to get back on his feet. 

"I- It's not what it looks like. She just- she got hot and asked me to-" Jordan scrambled, his face becoming extremely pale. 

Dean shot him a quick glare to shut him up, his chest puffing and then deflating over and over again. 

"You stupid son of a bitch," Dean chuckled, his face relaxing as he shook his head. 

Jordan stood perfectly still, looking as though he had seen a ghost. Jordan was likely confused and still trying to think of a justification for himself. 

"Dude, next time you drug a girl. Make sure her brother isn't here." Dean scolded playfully, walking over to her, and looking back at Jordan. 

Jordan quickly nodded his head and made a run for it, not even bothering to say another word. 

"Hey, sweetheart. It's okay, I'm here." Dean turned his attention to Y/N. 

Y/N's eyebrows furrowed together as Dean stroked the hair out of her face. 

"Dean?" Y/N asked quietly, her eyes opening for a split second. 

Dean confirmed and watched as her face relaxed, and then decided to work on getting her redressed. He placed himself in front of her, bending at the knees so that he could pull her underwear back up. 

Dean licked his lips at the sight of her bare pussy right in front of him, knowing that he could turn around, lock the door, and take her right there. 

But he didn't. He pulled her panties up her legs and pulled her skirt down so that it was back in its original place. Dean found her shoes and placed them on her feet, then he helped her sit up. 

Y/N was so out of it, her eyes rolling back into her head after every attempt to open them. Dean noticed her face as it scrunched up, the poor girl looked terrified. 

"Hey, hey. It's okay, Y/N," Dean hushed her when her eyes became glossy and the tears began to fall down her cheeks. 

Dean helped her stand up, wrapping an arm around her to make sure she was balanced. Y/N held on to him tightly, not saying a word as she barely managed to walk out of the house and back to the Impala. 

Dean helped Y/N to get situated in the front seat, buckling her in as she drifted in and out of consciousness. He knew that soon enough she was going to sleep and that she wouldn't be able to wake up for a while.

"I don't think I like parties anymore," Y/N mumbled as soon as Dean began driving. 

"Yeah, I think I'll just go by myself next time," Dean told her, chuckling lightly, and instinctively rested his hand on her thigh. 

Y/N pushed Dean's hand away with as much force as she could muster up and Dean cleared his throat, realizing how uncomfortable that might have been for her. 

"Sorry," Dean muttered, resting his hand on his own thigh.

"He was touching me there," Y/N managed to say and Dean nodded his head. "I don't like him, Dean."  

Dean looked over to see Y/N pouting her bottom lip and her nose scrunched, her eyes closed shut as she rambled on like your local drunk. 

"I'm not his biggest fan either," Dean chuckled and focused on driving. Much to his surprise, Y/N still hadn't passed the fuck out as she continued to talk. 

"He was going to touch me right there," Y/N forced out of her lips, barely able to pick her hand up and point it towards her crotch. 

"I know, sweetheart," Dean said, looking over to see her small gesture. 

Dean raised an eyebrow as she chuckled lightly, her lips curling into a small smile. It was almost adorable to see her like this, out of it- almost like she was drunk. And for once, Y/N actually seemed happy. 

It confused Dean, surely Y/N couldn't be happy about the events prior to leaving. Maybe, she really did ask for it. Maybe, she had previous experiences that would make her want to do so. 

"Have you ever been touched there?" Dean asked, curiosity getting the best of him- he knew that Y/N would answer truthfully in this state.

"Mhm," Y/N nodded her head, a light smile spread across her face. Dean continued to raise his eyebrow and immediately became concerned.

"With who, Y/N?" Dean asked in a commanding tone and she frowned at how aggressive he had become in such little time. 

Y/N didn't have any friends and she barely left the motel. Moving from town to town, motel to motel, there wasn't any constant person in her life. 

Either she wasn't as precious as Dean thought she was, whoring around and sneaking out, or she had a relationship with someone in a random town- but surely she wouldn't be happy about leaving them... Why was she smiling?

"I can't tell you," Y/N said simply, frowning and shrugging her shoulders, letting her eyes close shut as her head fell back. 

Y/N's head snapped back up and it was evident that she was trying to fight the drug as much as she could. 

"Why not?" Dean asked defensively, not sure why Y/N wouldn't give the information that he needed to know now. 

"Daddy says it's our secret," She giggled, not even realizing that the name had slipped her tongue unintentionally. 

"Get some rest, Y/N," Dean growled, clenching his fists around the steering wheel- so much so that it was giving him white knuckles.

Dean knew that she was telling the truth- he knew that she couldn't tell him anything but the truth. The truth was much more sinister than anything he had ever dreamt of, all of the pieces connecting in his mind. 

How could he not have seen it? How could he have not found it weird that John pulled her out of school but not anyone else? How could he not see that she was obviously his favorite? How could he not have seen all of the signs that connected him to her? 

How long had it been happening? How young was she when it first happened? Did Sam know too? There were so many questions that Dean had no way of knowing the answer to.

It made Dean angry. He wasn't sure if he was angry that he wasn't included or angry that John could do those things to her- the things that Dean wanted to do to her. 

It made him angry that Y/N seemed so okay with it. She giggled when she told Dean and it made his skin crawl. It's not something that she's supposed to be okay with. It's not something John was supposed to be okay with. With Dean understanding how naive she was, Dean knew that John was most definitely the one who initiated it. 

Then again, Dean was having the same feelings. Maybe he was having even worse feelings. Dean's mind then generated this situation as a possibility. 

Even though he was angry with John for taking advantage of Y/N, Dean also knew that this might be the only chance he's had in a while. 

And with this new information, it pegged an even bigger question. If Y/N could see her own father in that way, then could she want Dean in the same way? Did she even know that it was wrong?

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The anger stayed with Dean the entire ride home. All of those damn unanswered questions had Dean's throat hitched for the rest of the car ride. 

Y/N was far past the point of waking up and Dean silently cursed at himself for telling her to go to sleep. He needed to know everything, especially because chances were, she wasn't going to remember anything in the morning.

Y/N wouldn't remember the majority of the party. She wouldn't remember Jordan's hands on her body or how he took her panties off. She wouldn't remember that she accidentally told her biggest secret. 

Dean was angry and on top of that- he was sexually frustrated. He didn't get to screw the redhead into oblivion like he wanted to and to add onto it, he was battling morally with himself for finding his little sister so attractive. 

Dean had his chance. He had his chance when he saw Y/N in the room fighting consciousness. He had his chance when he laid her down on the motel bed and he knew she was asleep. But as much as Dean's mind twisted into the darkest places, he couldn't take advantage of her like that. 

Dean wanted Y/N to want him. He wanted her to scream his name and come undone around his cock- only for her to endure multiple more orgasms by the time he finally chose to cum inside of her. 

Dean wanted for Y/N to remember how perfectly he filled her, how they fit together like a puzzle piece- how they were made for each other.

Although Dean was angry and hurt about the news, he was also excited. This information opened up endless possibilities for him and they all ended with Y/N. In the best-case scenario, he wouldn't have to fight the feeling anymore. 

Dean would no longer have to go to the bar and find someone who looked like Y/N. He wouldn't have to drink to the point where he couldn't make out their facial features so that he could imagine Y/N in their place. He wouldn't have to suppress screaming Y/N's name every time he came inside some random girl he'd never see again. Y/N could make Dean whole. 

Instead of fucking Y/N all night, knowing that she wouldn't remember, Dean decided to admire her. She was sprawled out on the bed, still in her clothes from the party, and she was sleeping peacefully on her back. 

Y/N looked so pretty, so perfect, and Dean couldn't deny that he enjoyed undressing her more than he should have. It was innocent and she needed to change, but he couldn't help but imagine that it was real. 

Dean wanted it to be real, he wanted to undress Y/N for larger purposes, but undressing her like this would satisfy the itch. 

Dean worked on first getting her sandals off, neatly placing them by her bag so she'd know where they were in the morning. Then he moved to her skirt, gently sliding the fabric down her thighs and taking his time. 

Dean laid his hands flat on Y/N's thighs as he made the decision to keep her panties on. Seeing her like this was hard enough, and he knew that if he saw her fully undressed there was a possibility he wouldn't have the mental fortitude to hold back. 

Dean didn't bother finding shorts for Y/N or pajama pants. Dean knew she often slept with just a shirt to cover her bottom half. 

Once Dean had snapped out of admiring how soft her skin was, he began to work on her shirt next. He gently ran his hands under her shirt, bringing the material up just above her breasts. 

Y/N's skin prickled with the cool air touching her torso and even though she was wearing a bra, Dean could only imagine how hard her nipples were. When her shirt was completely off, he reached under her and unclasped the basic black bra, licking his lips when he guided the straps down her arms. 

There she was, sleeping ever so peacefully in just her panties. Dean was practically salivating at the way she looked. 

Y/N's nipples were hard, just as Dean expected, and it was all Dean could keep his eyes on. Her chest moved up and down with each breath, taunting Dean as it brought her closer to him. 

Dean couldn't help himself when his fingers reached down and pinched her nipples. Even the slight touch of her intimately sent an electric pulse through his veins. 

Dean continued to play around and did his best to be extremely careful, even though he knew that Y/N wasn't going to wake up. His hands cupped her breasts. They felt like puzzle pieces because of how perfect she felt in his embrace- she felt like she was made to be touched by Dean. 

The slight jiggle when Dean moved his hands sideways made his jeans tighten up yet again, but this time he didn't have any interruptions. He palmed at his erection, keeping a hand on one of Y/N's breasts and tweaking her nipple to keep it hardened. 

Dean didn't want to fuck her like this because he wanted her to feel special and wanted, but he couldn't deny that the more he stared at her- the more his bulge grew in its confinements. 

Dean quickly undid the button on his jeans and slid the blue fabric down his legs, hoping that it would offer him some sort of relief. His breath was shaky when he knelt on the bed, his knees on either side of Y/N's perfect body. 

Dean felt wrong for reaching into his boxers and indulging himself above her, but it was the only relief he could think of without fucking Y/N until the sun came up. His free hand landed on her chest and began to grope her breast again whilst his other hand stroked himself in his boxers. 

Dean watched Y/N's lips part with every breath in, imagining what it would feel like to have her sucking him with them. He wondered how soft and pillowy her lips would feel around his cock, how wet and warm her tongue would feel on the bottom side of his shaft, how good her throat would look when his dick prodded through the thin skin. 

Dean found himself stroking harder, more needily, and his boxers slightly pushed down his thighs. As Dean thought about all of the things he wanted to do to her, he felt the rubber band inside of him snap. 

Dean hadn't cum that fast since he first started fucking girls, spilling white ropes across Y/N's perfect chest, and leaving him in a state of euphoria as he marveled at her. She looked so pretty with his cum all over her and Dean couldn't deny his shame in not feeling guilty about it. 

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[creelmalfoylaufeyson69]

I’m very excited to see that you’re taking requests for Frank from Abigail. Our little fandom is so small, but he’s too hot to ignore. Dan Steven’s did a knockout job playing him.

Could you write something where the reader is on a job with him? It can be the kidnapping job in the movie, or something different. Maybe he gets along with reader so well (which I assume is rare haha) he asks them to join him on more.

Not picky if it’s fem/male/gender neutral reader :)

Hope you have a great day/night! <3

Dan Stevens definitely did an excellent job in this film! I’d love to see this fandom grow, but not to the point of toxicity. I’m gonna make reader gender neutral, since I’m so used to writing gender neutral stuff now. I hope you enjoy, and also have a wonderful night/day! Also this fic is probably the longest one I’ve written for Frank thus far

Odd

Warnings: gore

They stood behind Sammy, but it wasn’t out of fear. They stood behind her while listening to Lambert to look at one of the other members here. Frank was listening to what Lambert had to say, but was also looking at them. It wasn’t because they were already looking at him, but because something about them wasn’t like the others he had the time to properly examine

He didn’t know the other’s, but they looked familiar and he couldn’t put his finger on why they looked so damn familiar. Lambert noticed the two looking at each other, and told the two to stop looking at each other and pay attention

They looked at Lambert, and felt extremely embarrassed for being called out. Obviously they knew Frank was also looking at them, but the rest of the group knowing that they were silently admiring one of their teammates felt extremely embarrassing to them

Frank didn’t care that he got called out. He needed to know why he couldn’t read them or why they looked so familiar. “Wait. Aren’t you like known for being better at this than all of us?” Dean asked. That’s when Frank was in shock, and remembered hearing about them from others back in his detective days

“Yep! And the one Frank tried to find out about back when he was a detective. Also Lambert, I was listening. You reminded us the rules, but we all know the personal one is going to be broken, why? Because what else is there to talk about for the amount of time you told us we’re spending in here?” They asked with a smile on their face

“I’m surprised that you weren’t a detective” Sammy says out of shock. “It’s not as fun as being the one who you’re searching for. I like a good game, but not the one you’ve put us in Lambert” Frank approaches them now. Once he stood by their side, he looks at them briefly and then back to Lambert

“A game the kid likes to play. Oh Lambert, you’re genius! Except you’re not the genius in the room right now” they said, which makes Frank impressed. “What are you talking about?” Lambert asked. “Oh don’t play dumb Lambert!” They snapped as they pulled out a steak from their bag

“What the fuck” Sammy says in shock. “You’re a fucking vampire!” They yelled as the group now smelled blood. “Where’s that coming from?” Joey asked. “Check the room where you left the kid” they said as Joey went upstairs. Sammy, Dean, Peter, and Rickles followed along

Frank was about to follow along, when they grabbed his wrist. He turns to face them; “stay down here. You’ll probably want to see this” they said as they find themselves getting lost in his eyes. “Okay” he says as they let go of his wrists now. The two looked at Lambert and now he showed his fangs

“Oh fuck” Frank says in shock. “Told ya so” they said with a smile. Joey screamed out of the sight of blood being everywhere, and some puss as well. “Good job at killing the kid” Lambert says to them. “Well what can I say, I’ve got great  strategy” they say with a smile. “Then drop the steak, because I have an offer you two would like”

Joey and the crew come back to seeing Frank and them covered in blood. The steak was covered in blood too, which makes Joey realize how right they were. “We’re definitely not done yet. Lazar will be here at some point, so we do have to stay for that” Frank says, but they told him that’ll be unnecessary

Frank turns towards them with a bit of rage. “You’ll get your time hun. Just not now” they say as they get out glasses cleaner and a wipe for his glasses. “What else do you have in that bag?” Frank asked them. “Stuff that you never think to bring in these kinds of situations” they said, which makes him smile. “Are we gonna ignore what just happened, or?” Dean asked

“Of course not. There was also no money if that wasn’t clear” they said, which makes everyone but Sammy upset. “Thank you by the way” Frank said, which makes them look back at him. “No problem detective. I gotta keep you on your toes still even if you’re not a detective anymore” they said with a smile. He smiles back. After that night, they went on more missions with him

[eggcompany]

Baby Cas and his Owl

Uncle Sammy gives Little!Castiel a big stuffed owl and oh boy, it sparks something in Castiel. Dean is really in it now because these Shemllow things? Cas loves em

“Okay baby, time for uncle Sammy’s gift. Say thank you.” Dean smiled at his baby.

His birthday boy. It was Cas’s birthday and everyone had come around earlier when he was still being a big boy. Only a few people waited until after everyone else left so they could give the babe presents. Sam, Gabriel, Charlie, Uncle Noodle (Garth) and of course Papa Bobby.

Charlie got him a new white button up for Big Cas and a new bumble bee bath headband for little Cas. Papa got Cas a box of socks and a new blanket. Uncle Noodle got him some knick knacks and a few new movies. Gabriel got Cas a bath set and some pajamas because little Cas loves pajamas and wears his out frequently. Sam got him some baking pans and now this gift. This was the last gift before daddy’s. But daddy said he had to get his in private.

“Tank coo” Cas said as his daddy handed him a big box wrapped in yellow wrapping paper. Uncle Sammy was sitting next to Dean on Cas’s left. Cas clumsily tore away the paper to reveal a plain brown box. He popped the top off of it and reached inside.

He touched something very very soft and excitedly grabbed and pulled the kinda hefty object up and out.

Cas let out a big loud squeal at the sight! He pulled out a big blue squishy soft owl plush! Cas automatically pulled it close to him and hugged it.

“Woah Sam, where’d you find that?” Dean asked as he leaned over to his brother. Sam was smiling happily as he watched Cas look and pet and rub his face on the new plushy.

“Seen it online. They’re like really popular. Squishmallow or something like that. Good for sensory sensitive kids. Everyone loves em” Sam said to his brother who nodded. Dean would have to check it out.

Cas was currently cooing lightly and rubbing his face on the new toy. He just started really liking stuffed animals.

“Daddy! Daddy! Look at what Uncle got me! Owl! Owl!” Cas said lifting up the almost two foot tall toy to Dean.

“I see baby! You like it?” Dean said in his daddy voice which was just lighter and not as harsh.

“Love it! Thank you Uncle Sam! Thank you! Thank you!” Cas said and got up from his seat in the floor to run over and engulfed his uncle in a big hug. Sam hugged back and patted Cas’s back.

“You’re welcome, Little Man.” Sam said and Cas went back to his pile of gifts and gift wrapping trash smiling holding his new favorite thing.

Soon enough Dean learned that Cas really likes his owl. Cas called it Owl and Owl went everywhere with him. Everywhere.

Getting changed after an accident? Owl would sit on the changing table. Getting a bath? Owl sat on the floor next to the door as to not get wet. Eating a snack after coloring? Owl had its own plate and would usually get one of whatever Cas was eating (Cas would eat owls food too but he didn’t tell daddy that). When Cas was watching Tv or coloring or doing anything at all, Owl would sit next to him.

Big Cas even still liked the thing. “I like the color” Cas would claim as he carefully sat the toy on their bed at night or after he finished making the bed in the mornings.

Three months after Owl joined the family Cas got another gift. This one from Charlie. She walked into the basement of the Novak-Winchester residence holding a big brown box.

“Little Bumble, I got something for you!” She called out. Dean followed her down the stairs to where Cas and Owl was laying on his back in just a pull up and big yellow hoodie watching Total Drama Island. Cas perked up and sat up.

“Hi ‘arlie” Cas said behind his fingers which where almost permanently place in his mouth no matter how many pacifiers and teethers Dean bought.

“Hey come here I got you something.” Charlie sat down on the couch a little ways away from the TV.

Cas wobbly crawled over to her and sat on his butt in front of her on the floor. Dean stood in the door way watching.

“Here we go. Daddy over there already cut the tape so you can go ahead!” Charlie said looking over at Dean smiling. Cas got all wiggly excited and pulled at the box flaps. He gasped at what was inside.

“It like Owl! Cow! Cow!” Cas squealed and pulled the squishy cow plush to his chest he rolled over onto his back and stretched to grab Owl.

“Lookie Daddy! Owl hab friend!” Cas was squealing and rolling with joy holding the two plushies. Charlie was glowing.

“You like it, Bumble?” Charlie asked even though she knew the answer.

“Love it! Love it! Love it! Thank you thank you thank you!” Charlie was then smushed a bit by a quite large baby and his two favorite plushies.

“Hey baby you know Charlie can’t hold you like that.” Dean rushed over. Charlie wouldn’t say a word but Cas was too heavy.

Cas slipped off her lap and onto the couch beside her.

“Sorry” Cas said but didn’t quit smiling and holding his toys.

“I’m so happy you like it!” Charlie said to Cas while looking at Dean.

Now MooMoo sat with Owl. Everywhere. Cas would show everyone the two plushies whenever anyone came over.

Everyone knew Cas LOVED them. And Dean sensed soon the babe would have many more of these shmellow things.

Papa brought him a lion with a fuzzy mane.

Gabriel brought him a big fat pink cat.

Garth got him a green dinosaur with orange spikes down it’s back.

But Dean? Dean was the worst of all. He got Cas every single squashmallow he saw.

Soon Cas had his nursery filled up with the things. Small ones to play with and bigger ones he cuddles and big huge round ones that he uses as pillows all perfectly soft. When Cas was grumpy and fighting littlespace Dean would go to their bedroom and get Cas’s Owl. It never failed to put Cas into a floaty and happy headspace.

Cas ended up with well over thirty little animals. And when they brought home another baby named Jack... well Cas shared.

All except Owl and MooMoo.

[red-meat-my-beloved]

@ellinorosterberg sent me a request to fill ❤️ The request was the brothers performing CPR and liking it a little too much

I wrote two different scenarios: A silly one and an angsty one

this is the silly one (AO3 link)

The world around them fizzles and shifts and Dean finds himself standing barefoot in the sand, wearing a pair of bright red swim shorts. He looks around. They’re at a beach, people around him splashing around or lounging on bright beach towels. Squinting against the light, he catches sight of something he wouldn’t mind having a closer look at. A Pamela Anderson lookalike walking straight towards him, wavy blonde hair, black one-piece, chest bouncing rhythmically with every step.

“Well, finally some quality entertainment, eh, Sammy?” He turns to the empty space next to him.

“Sammy?”

The lady in the one piece shrieks, pointing at the water.

“On my god, somebody’s drowning! Is there a lifeguard nearby?”

Dean sighs. That must be his cue.

He only barely manages to wrestle Sam’s gargantuan body back to land, which is even more unwielding now that he´s unconscious. Dean’s not too worried. As far as he remembers, it´s usually the lifeguards that drowned on Baywatch, and he made it back in one piece. Once they reach land, Dean rolls Sam on his side. He excepts him to start coughing up water, but Sam´s not moving at all. Putting his fingers under his nose, Dean discovers he isn’t breathing either.

“Does anyone know CPR?” Someone in the gathering crowd yells, as if cluing Dean in on his next move. It cuts through his building panic and he locks eyes with the woman from before. He shoots her a dirty look, before turning his attention back to Sam.  

Flopping Sam on his back, he puts his palms between those massive tits of him, but his wet hands keep slipping towards his throat every time he puts pressure on them. Dean switches approach.

He swings a leg over Sam to get a better angle, sand kicking up everywhere and starts compressions properly. Or at least what passes as properly on TV. He’s not too eager to actually break bones.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah, stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive.” The Bee Gee’s sing in his head to keep the right beat. After each minute, Dean bends down, pressing his mouth to Sam’s, pinching his nose closed while he blows air back into his lungs. His skin is salty from the sea and slightly cold. A pleasant contrast with the hot sun beating down on his back. He feels Sam’s chest rise, and pulls back in anticipation, yet it deflates and lies still again when he pulls back.

Dean starts up a new cycle.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah, stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive.” He repeats it out loud to keep his mind from asking if this is how this ends. After everything they’ve been through, Sam dying on Baywatch. The world’s unfunniest joke.

He bends down again, pressing his hands against Sam’s cheeks and blows. There’s a slight gurgling in the back of Sam’s throat. He blows in again and Sam lurches, almost head-butting Dean in the process. He moves out of the way and breathes out, relieved, while Sam hacks his lungs up into the sand.  

 “Why are you on top of me?” Sam asks once he’s caught his breath enough to form words again. His cheeks are flushed from the exertion.

“I was saving your life. You’re welcome, by the way.” Dean says, sitting up on Sam’s hips.

Sam’s eyes flick down.

“Uh huh. Saving my life.” He repeats bemused.  Dean follows his line of sight, landing on his awkwardly crumpled swim suit. He feels embarrassment creeping him from his neck to his face, burning hotter than the sun.

“Oh, don’t be gross. It was the excitement, the friction, and stuff.” He scrambles to get off of Sam, pushing at him, while his feet struggle to find purchase in the sand. He lands awkwardly back in Sam’s lap.

Dean freezes.

He slowly turns his gaze to Sam, who’s doing everything to avoid eyecontact. He starts to subtly scramble out from under Dean before the latter gets the bright idea of opening his mouth.

Unfortunately for Sam, tha's exactly what he does.

“So what’s your excuse then?” Dean asks slowly, his eyebrow travelling up in apprehensive amusement.

“Oh, you know.” Sam sniffles, “Friction, and stuff.”

“Oh ho ho, if I’d known we were gonna get the Sleeping Beauty experience I would’ve conjured up something more romantic.” A voice from the crowd shuts them up. Just as Dean looks up and spots the busty blonde again, her face morphs into that of the trickster’s.

That image is definitely going to come back in his nightmares.

“You did this!” He growls, staring daggers at him, while trying to make a dignified yet quick exit out of Sam’s lap.

“I might have changed the setting, but whatever’s happening in those tight swim trunks of yours is a 100% you, au naturel, baby.”

Dean charges to lunge. He can’t kill him, but at the very least he could get one satisfying punch in.

The trickster sidesteps the attack with ease and snaps his fingers.

The world fizzles and shifts.

[nescaveckwriter]

Paintbrushes And Romance 🥰🐞 - Part 11

Dean x Fem/Reader

Part 11🥰🐞

A/N: Oh goodness! Its here, the big fight 🙈 -

Warnings: violence, horror, swearing, gore, blood,🙈

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Feeling the steel underneath your body, hands and feet tied with chains, Luke walking around circling you, trailing the bonesaw, on the table, then running it down your arms, making little cuts everywhere, he's laughing, tears streaming down your face, please, Luke, please, I'm begging you. "Him saying his waited for so long to be able to do this." You squirm and try to get out of the chains, but damn there's no way out. He looks at you, with that devilish smile of his, first we'll start here, he said laughing. He puts the saw, to your wrist, making backwards and forwards motions, even through, your screams you can hear the bone making almost crackling noises while you see the blood gushing, washing away the bone fragments. Stop, stop it damnit you scream.

Sweetheart! Its just a nightmare, your still here with me! Babygirl wake up. Bobby says while shaking you awake.

What the hell! Your breath heavy, your heart racing, sweat forming against your forehead. Running your hands over your face, it was a damn dream. Grabbing ahold of Bobby, fear written all over your face! I'm okay, your okay, we're okay, you say, with exhaustion in your voice.

Bobby just holds you! In a low deep voice, he says, he'll be back soon, darling, we need to try and get out of here. Or its going to be to late for us. Who knows what he'll do to us today.?

Still holding onto Bobby, your mind starts to wander to the last three days, he's gotten meaner, angrier, he doesn't give them anything to eat anymore, just a little water, one bottle a day, between the two of them. Making them weaker and weaker. Last night, he came in and started kicking the shit out them, for no damn reason. He was so angry, he's eyes colder than before. They both just laid there not having the strength to get up and fight back, both of them hurting, bruises, and blood everywhere, you are sure your bodies have more broken bones than most can handle. Honestly at this point, your starting to think it will be better if he just ends it all right now!.

Your thoughts get interrupted, by Bobby pushing you slightly away, looking into your tired eyes, he's voice filled with concern and heartache, honey, your burning up, taking his hand to your forehead. Shit! Shit! Shit! The infection is spreading, he removes the piece of cloth he made into a sort of bandage, picking it up slowly, the cloth is wet with blood and yellow skin matter, damnit he screams, hitting the cage.

Putting your hand over Bobby's, calloused hand, looking into his sad blue eyes, speaking in such a calm voice it even surprises you, "Bobby, stop, its okay, it doesn't matter anymore, we've tried, and damn did we fight, I'm proud of us. You start to cough again, you had this cough for few days, thinking it might be a cold, but really deep down knowing, its the sepsis that's gotten into your bloodstream.

Bobby just looks at you, his eyes glistening, trying to fight back the tears he feels. He doesn't have the words, he just pulls you close, knowing there's nothing he can say or do to fix this, it feels as if he's heart has sunk, knowing he failed you, he couldn't save you this time.

....

Dean followed Luke, to an abandoned road, through the forest, a place so well hidden that no-one would have known it was there. Its a factory like barn maybe.

Dean quickly dials Sam's number again, "Hey you've reached Sam Winchester, most probably in court, call you back later" Damnit Sammy, when you get this, I've found her, I'm sending you coordinates, come as soon as you can. Thanks man.

He puts the phone down, opening the glovebox taking out his service pistol, and a backup piece he places it in his boot. It be best if I take him by surprise, he thinks,.

Waiting for him to go into the factory. He searches the perimeter first, trying to plan escapes routes incase she's in bad shape. Not that he really wants to think about that. Peeking through a rusty hole he only sees Luke talking to someone, but he can't see who it is. He's holding a knife, maybe a saw, whatever the damn case, he's going in.

Breathing in deeply, trying to brace himself to see her, in which ever state she's in, ignoring the pain in his chest. He kicks open the door, weapon in hand, blinking his eyes quickly to adjust to the darkness.

Hey jerk! Dean shouts, if you wanted me dead you should've done it yourself, sarcasm dripping from his lips.

Luke just stand there smiling, your too late,there done for , they want to die, look at them,.

Dean looks at the cage, Bobby sits against the bars holding her in his arms, he doesn't even lift his head to look at him, swallowing the tightness in his throat, speaking in a deep, painstaking voice, you are going to hell for what you did!, When I'm done with you, your going to beg me to kill you, you damn bastard!

Luke laughing! Your a sheriff you can't just kill me!

Dean's face hardens, taking his sheriff badge and service weapon, putting it down on the ground, consider me retired he said running towards Luke smashing him against the cage.

Luke trying to drive the knife through Dean, but failing as Dean pushes him deeper into the steel bars, his fists doing the talking. Luke getting his right hand out of Dean's grip, punching Dean directly at the still recovering wound.

Dean stumbles a little backwards, flinching at the pain in his chest, Luke pushing the knife against Dean's throat, he's eyes laughing when he says, guess I get to kill you myself afterall.

"Not a single trace of worry or fear, across Dean's face, smiling a little, saying I don't think so. Dean's fist strikes Luke in the gut, Dean doesn't stop until Luke lies in a puddle of his own blood, his face beaten to a pulp, taking the knife out of his hand, about to finish the bastard's life, he hears a familiar voice, "Dean, don't do it, it's not worth it! Sam says, his voice filled with concern.

Looking up at his brother, he drops the knife, knowing he's right. He searches for the keys to open the cage, praying, hoping his not to late.

Sam walks closer, seeing the crap is beaten of the bastard ,he walks the other way around to meet up with Dean so that he doesn't get blood on his shoes.

Dean and Sam heads into the cage, Bobby mumbling something but The two of them can't make out a word he says.

Dean comes closer, bending down, he looks at her, his fingers removing the strands of hair hanging over her face, the shock of seeing her face all bloodied, full of bruises with open scrapes and gashes, let's him fall to his knees, his face revealing the anger and heartache, almost to afraid to check for a pulse, he's picks up her hand, flinching at the sight of her torn open, rope burned skin, she's still alive Sammy , his voice hopeful but broken.

Before getting back onto his feet, Luke pulling a gun on them catches his eye, and without thinking twice he pulls out his backup piece, pulling the trigger, the bullet flies towards the room, in between the cold eyes, Luke hits the ground, in a matter of seconds, Dean looks back to Sam and neither of them say a word. Bending down, grabbing ahold of her, just holding her to his chest, I got you baby, Dean says underneath his breath, let's get you home.

Sam takes Bobby and halfway carries him out to his car.

Dean picks her up, carrying her to the impala, before putting her down in the backseat, her eyes opened slightly, a barely audible "Dean" escapes her lips, yes sweetheart your safe, knowing that Dean get behinds the wheel, and starts driving like hell towards the hospital...

[fandom-hoarder]

soulless sammy sounds cute... confused amoral baby brother needing dean as his moral compass... it wouldn't stop dean from being like "this isn't sammy" but it might calm him down a little.

[ref]

For real! Dean's having flashbacks/deja vu of little sammy, before he learned to filter his sass, when he looked up to Dean with pure trust and followed him everywhere and believed his every word. Dean being accidentally endeared and smothering his laugh when his 28/29 years old baby bro says some completely wild shit, and answers Dean's redirection with, "but whyyyy" even as he lets Dean manhandle him out of whatever situation. Sammy's not sullen, just genuinely curious. And Dean is miffed, of course, but it's these times above all the others where he sees a glimpse of the brother he's missing so desperately!! 🥺🥰

[mlobsters]

supernatural s14e20 moriah (w. andrew dabb)

dads fighting over killing their kid, sammy stressed. what a world

(jfc when jdm/john is talking in the recap i'm like godDAMN whose voice is he reminding of - oh right, i talked about this already when watching that very episode -_- good voice 10/10 both actors)

i wonder how far back it goes that they showed people getting their heads chopped off to the line "Lay your weary head to rest" in carry on my wayward song because i remember this song used to hit me in the feelings way back when (mentioned it still working for me in 6x22 at least.) anyway, i am also very literal with song lyrics and my little fanvids so i can't really criticize but tone 🤌

CASTIEL You should never have tried to lock him away. DEAN You know what? You're right. I never wanted to put him in that damn box. I wanted him dead. CASTIEL Dean. DEAN He's dangerous, Cas, and you knew it! You've known it for a long time! But that's okay. You know why? Because me and Sam, we've killed just about everything there is. And this -- Jack -- oh, we'll find a way. Because he's just another monster. CASTIEL You don't mean that. DEAN The hell I don't.

sigh, this is frustrating! but we gotta have conflict somewhere right, so dean's taking out is hurt and grief over mary on jack, making choices that are making jack worse. and now hellbent on killing him without taking any time to try to work the problem in another way

DEAN I don't know. Maybe we call Rowena, see if she can put together one of those, um, "soul bombs." SAM The...thing you were gonna use against the Darkness? DEAN Yeah, might actually put a dent in the kid. SAM Okay. (quietly) DEAN Sam, I know this isn't easy, okay? He -- I know how much he meant to you. He meant a lot to me. He was family. But this? This is not Jack anymore. He's hurting, he's killing people. This isn't gonna be easy, but we're gonna have to do the hard thing. We're gonna have to do the ugly thing. Ain't like it's the first time, though, right?

was he raring to kills cas when he killed all those people and angels when fake god juiced up on souls?

apparently yes! clearly forgot about that

wiki summary excerpt from 7x01 The ritual is successful, and Death appears, bound. He thinks that he has been summoned regarding Sam's hallucinations, and Dean looks to Sam, surprised by the news. Death asserts that he can't help Sam (there's only "one wall per customer"), and Dean tells him instead that they want him to kill Castiel. Before they can convince him, though, Castiel appears. He threatens to kill them all, but Dean reminds him that Death is under their control. It appears that they are at a stalemate.

ok, so is this truth spell business from jack everywhere? fic premise-y. and mirror universe for the company name, okay.

SAM You. Come on, man. You're always calling me a geek, but you know every word to every Led Zeppelin song -- backwards and forwards -- you can discuss in detail every major rock drummer between '67 and '84, and... you watch "Jeopardy!" every night.

not to mention nerding out over horror films, cars, etc etc. we are all but nerds in our own special ways

like, we're really going for truth spell gags here? what'd i say about tone? lol

well. stapler queen is cute

pretty place to film and nice shot. didn't expect chuck but knew he had to come around eventually. i do really enjoy rob benedict though. he's so good at being that chill aw shucks persona that chuck usually is. like hey what a nice smile, good to see him! wait, he's the absent-est of fathers and lets the world nearly implode on a regular basis

DEAN Yeah, guess your life isn't so perfect after all, EightPackMommy. SAM What? DEAN Yeah, she's got this blog. Yeah, you know what? Your kids aren't that cute. And that gluten-free popover looks like crap because there's no gluten in it. You know what I mean? I'll stop talking. SAM Probably a good plan.

hope we get better truth spell anecdotes than dean follows a mommy blogger (nope.) also are we really supposed to just take on this info that sam's favorite singer is actually celine dion? :p

cathartic until god yells at you

CHUCK Okay, look. I get it. All right, I'm from the deus from the machina, and you have questions.

all very twee

CHUCK: Listen, you guys know me. I'm hands-off. I built the sandbox -- you play in it. You want to fight Leviathans? Cool. You got that. You want to go up against -- what was it? -- the "British Men of Letters"? Okay. Little weak, but okay. But when things get really bad, like the Apocalypse or the Other Apocalypse, that's when I have to step in.

i will always appreciate a roast of the bmol plotline

SAM So you're saying Jack is Apocalyptic? CHUCK The kid said, "Stop lying," and I don't know if you noticed, but the world kinda went insane.

the whole crazy powered up nephilim actually equates to god powers, sure

lol what. the colt 2.0 but actually kills anything

CHUCK So, this doesn't so much fire bullets as it sends a wave of multi-dimensional energy across a perfectly balanced quantum link between whoever's shooting it and whoever they're shooting at.

this is giving very crack treated seriously (or just plain crack) vibes

CHUCK Uh, whatever happens to the person you're aiming at also happens to you. So you kill him... DEAN You die.

🙄okay.

CAS I don't understand why we're talking about killing Jack. Y-You can fix him. You can --You can restore his soul. That's why I called you. CHUCK Yeah, not so much. SAM You're God. CHUCK Well, souls are complicated -- even for me. Besides, even if I could, would you really want -- I mean, after what he did? CASTIEL Then we bind him. We throw him in the Cage until -- DEAN Stop, Cas. You heard him. This is the only way. CAS And Billie said the only way to defeat Michael was to lock you in a box. CHUCK Ugh. Billie. I liked the old Death better. He was all about fried pickles and tickle porn. This new Death -- she's always sticking her scythe where it doesn't belong. CAS There has to be another way. DEAN Well, there's not. Now, I know you don't like it, and I don't really care. 'Cause you just heard it from God Himself that this is the only thing that can kill Jack, so either get on board, or walk away.

i think part of why i'm finally warming up to cas is him consistently caring about someone - like, willing to go to the mat with anyone for jack. and there's less of this bumbling clueless angel schtick periodically thrown in.

and something again i don't like is when anyone does this shut up there's no other way it's my way or the highway business. i feel like i talked about this before... maybe with the soul bomb business? and probably the box too? rushing into deadly action that can't be walked back with almost no information. which i compared to agonizing over how to deal with lucifer all season in s5 and finally accepting sam going into the cage was the only viable option left. there's just so many plot beats and so much going on at one time. and then dean rushes into shit and i'm just like STOP BREATHE WAIT.

hopefully not plot relevant flask filling, unlike last time we saw him do it (that i recall) in 7x18

music (lennertz and wynn) at the beginning reminds me a bit of hannibal bloodfest again, the muted version that was in 14x08 when jack had died from the heavenly tuberculosis

glad sam is standing up to dean's willingness to again sacrifice himself at the drop of a hat and point out they haven't even tried to fix anything, just rushing into these awful solutions. and pointing out that they got themselves into this situation in the first place by bringing jack back. (and hey, maybe consider chuck's motivations in all this)

not a great hug but way less creepy than hugging soulless sam at least. glad he didn't actually kill his grandmother and has calmed down a bit and acknowledged he's not feeling anything anymore

CHUCK No. Sam... you and your brother, of all the Sams and Deans in all the multiverse, you're my favorite. You're just so interesting. I mean, like that thing that happened at the office earlier today -- that was crazy, right? SAM Do you watch us? When you're not here, are -- are you... watching us? CHUCK Yeah. I mean, you're my favorite show.

creeper asshole. what new way can we make them suffer today

SAM Wait a second. Why, when the chips are down, when the world is -- is failing, why does it always have to be on us?! CHUCK Because you're my guys.

good to see sam yelling at chuck about it.

sigh

like this really is soul bomb 2.0 (i was not a fan). some half cocked plan with new random made up weapon that gets introduced mid episode in the season finale that will result in dean dying to kill some almost-impossible to kill god type entity. not making me cry this time, bitches

padalecki got to phoebe-run through the park yelling for dean for an extended period of time, that was something

CHUCK This isn't how the story is supposed to end. CAS The story? CHUCK Lookit, the -- the -- the gathering storm, the gun, the -- the father killing his own son. This is Abraham and Isaac. This is epic! DEAN Wait. What are you saying? SAM He's saying he's been playing us. This whole time. CHUCK Come on. SAM Our entire lives. Mom, Dad -- everything. This is all you because you wrote it all, right? Because -- Because what? Because we're your favorite show? Because we're part of your story? CHUCK Okay, Dean, no offense, but your brother is stupid and crazy. And that kid is still dangerous. So pick up the gun. Pick it up... pull the trigger... and I'll bring her back. Your mom. DEAN No. My mom was my hero. And I miss her, and I will miss her every second of my life, but she would not want this. And it's not like you even really care. 'Cause Sam's right. The Apocalypse, the first go-around, with Lucifer and Michael -- you knew everything that was going on, so why the games, Chuck, huh? Why don't You just snap your fingers and end it?! CHUCK Look, I -- SAM And every other bad thing we've been killing, been dying over -- where were you? Just sitting back and watching us suffer so we can do this over and over and over again -- fighting, losing people we love? When does it end? Tell me. CHUCK Dean, don't do this. DEAN No, we're done talking. 'Cause this -- this isn't just a story. It's our lives! So God or no God, you go to hell.

it feels kind of bonkers that they're just now getting clued into the conceit that all the suffering and misery and death they've been through has been at chuck's direction

surely the god-killing gun doesn't actually work on chuck. there's been a couple weird cuts for ads in the past season or two - where they repeat some action/dialogue after a cut for an ad. which is so weird, they never did that before.

looks like the bandana dean was using for sam's woulda-been-fatal head wound few episodes ago

spn 14x17

so jack's in the empty... and billie is there. okaayyy

resurrecting all the monsters they killed or whatever this is, sure. an extremely long shot of shambling zombies. did they need to kill time (i thought the cut to billie was the end of the episode and almost just skipped the last several minutes 🥴)

one season left to go. makes me think about how jared and jensen periodically talk about reviving the show but like. The Show was so out of ideas and things just got more and more convoluted and outlandish, what is there even left to do? other than some timeline reset but when they're older. or like apparently the winchesters, whole new au.

and despite how critical i am of the show, i'm still invested and care about sam and dean. so i'd watch whatever sam and dean show they might make. but i'm still gonna be critical :p i have avoided reading other people's opinions on any of the show i haven't seen so whatever criticism i'm spewing out is just my reaction as i watch

[kailspider]

Lil' Theif

(Sam Winchester x Reader)

Prompt: As the Winchester boys and (y/n) travel all over that sometimes leads them to share necessities.

Warnings: mentions of sexual tension/further sexual actions, mentions the smell of cigarretes, partial naked dean and sam?

AN: I think you guys will love this one, i dont know how i got this idea but i knew i had to write about it.

(No one's POV)

Apart of the job is constantly trying to find new work wherever it may take us, this time it was Las Vegas. Sin city always has the whole load case when it comes to the supernatural. We checked into a small motel just across from a Denny's. By the time the hunt was completed we were covered in aches and bruises. Not to mention this demon left behind a horrible odor, worse than usual that soaked into our skin.

As Dean pulled the car around the back of the motel, Sam and (Y/N) waited in the front lobby for him. The smell of cigarettes and the sound of elvis could be heard above us in a tiny speaker attached to the ceiling. The front desk attendant probably assumed we were out of our minds seeing us in our "after- hunt state".

The bell that sat on the door made a jingle sound, signifying someone had walked in. Dean looked exhausted, Sam had offered to drive the remainder of the way but you know how he is with baby.

(Y/N'S POV)

"Dean, what took you so long? i'm starving man"

I said obviously to mess with him. He looked up at me and shot me these daggers in his eyes, I laughed grabbing my backpack along with Sam's since I lost a rock-paper-scissor match in the car. As Sam grabbed the key to the room I started slugging along the heavy backpack, I love the man but damn what did he have in here.

Sam like a little kid ran past me in a gust of wind, then followed by dean who was trying to beat him to the door. Just our luck the motel only had one room left with two beds, so that means for however long we remain here I will be stuck in a room with these two knuckleheads.

I finally made it to the door a few minutes after them, the room was cold and smelled exactly like the lobby. I could hear the shower running already and made eye contact with Dean who was already spread out on the bed closest to the air conditioner. I sighed and dropped the bags on the other bed.

Dean looked up when he heard my loud indicator of exhaustion,

"Chop Chop kid, this is why I don't play that game with Sammy." he laughed and went back to laying down flat.

Now it was my time for staring, I plopped onto the wobbly bed trying to rest my eyes for a quick minute. The shower shut off and that was my cue to lay back against the headboard. I grabbed the tv remote quickly turning it on to find something for background noise.

The white bathroom door opened and the steam was so bad that I could feel the heat sticking to me. The scent of nature, almost pine and sandalwood filled my nostrils immediately. I turned my attention to the big figure standing in the hallway

Sam had walked out in nothing but jeans, no shirt, and a towel for his wet hair. He was moving his hands in a back and forward motion attempting to dry his hair, showing off the muscle definition of his arms and literally everywhere else.

I was trying not to imagine what would've happened if he had forgot his clothes accide- woah snap out of it. I am in love with him but he does not need to know this just yet. I didn't even realize I was staring for so long until i heard a devious laugh from the right side of me.

Of course, someone did take notice. This devil's name was dean. He had noticed almost immediately the trance I was in because of the sight before me. He shot up and quickly ran to the bathroom for his shower turn. Before I could object that I wanted to go first, he had locked the door. Now, it was just me and the half naked Sam.

I won't lie, I am sweating bullets. He not only walked over to my bed where I was spread out, but he also sat down throwing the towel he had to the side and watched whatever the remote landed on. His laughs filled the room at the rom-com on the television, my view was now the muscular and wide back of this man.

As a way to distract myself, I was getting up to gather my clothes from the bag on the floor. I noticed sam had laid back with both hands behind his head. His body was now closer to where I was, giving me a better view and a stronger smell of his wash. It was enchanting, I quickly finished grabbing my clothes and had a plan to bang on the door until dean got out. As I turned to head towards the door, I tripped on dean's bag dropping my graphic t-shirt and underwear onto sam who looked fast asleep.

I mentally wanted to scream and take off out of the room, but it's okay no one saw. I was slowly reaching for my stuff, not even realizing the shower had shut off. I managed to get the shirt but the underwear was on his jean area. I managed to push down my embarrassment and slowly reached for the-

*Bathroom door opens*

"Well, well, well kid. You just couldn't resist yourself while I was in the shower, I can't believe you had the balls to do it first considering sam here-" he was louder than usual and had awoken a napping Sam.

Sam opened his eyes to see his brother in only a towel around his v-line, and his other best friend stopped in motion above his jeans where your underwear had fell. He immediately saw the situation and blushed hurriedly getting up. Grabbing your underwear like it was cursed object and handing it to me.

The only thing that could be heard now was an annoying laughing dean. I immediately made my way to the shower with no words and tried to stay in there forever, but my skin was shriveling so I had to get out. I walked out in actual clothes unlike some of these people, and noticed the winchester boys whispering. I didn't like it, not one bit. The room fell silent and I just looked skeptical at them.

The silence was broken by dean coughing who was now fully dressed,

"this room is truly the life of the party, well I want food so I will go pick something up, you and sam wait here until I get back" he motioned grabbing his keys and sam's wallet. I turned around to watch dean already halfway out the door, he turned back, winked and left.

I HATE HIM. i cannot believe he would do this, I slowly turned back around to stare at the other brother whom was staring at me as well. I laughed awkwardly and made my way to the other bed. The tv was showing the flintstones and somehow I wish i was in tv land and not here.

Sam kept shifting in his seat across the room, then stood up and walked towards me. He stared at me until I had to acknowledge his presence. My eyes slowly moved up his abs and found myself avoiding his gaze.

He cleared his throat,

"(Y/N), when have you ever sat across the room for me. Come sit down with me i'm not going to bite. I mean unless you want me to" he sneered.

This was not my sam. What did dean do to him? Could he have told sam about my crush?

Sam was still staring at me waiting for an answer, I looked up and said,

"Well why don't you come lay over here? effort goes two ways you know"

Wrong choice of words. All of a sudden his big frame was crawling over me to get to the other side. The bed dipped causing me to roll more to the left than I'd like causing me to meet into his side. I moved quickly back to my resting state, with now sam at my side.

Awkward silence filled the space between us, it was never like this. He's my best friend and I couldn't believe how nervous I was. I placed my hands to the side of my body so I could relax a little but found my hand touching his at an angle I didn't dare to look at. I moved my hand away but all of a sudden felt him put it back down to where it was.

When I turned to say something, Sam had been staring at me for I don't know how long. As in an affection stare, but he couldn't right? until he confirmed it,

"how are you so beautiful, when you're so nervous princess" he said softly as if he only wanted my ears in the entire world to hear it.

My ears turned crimson red, along with my cheeks, not to mention my heart jumping to a sky high limit. I didn't believe a thing I just heard. I didn't want to face him so I looked away but was stopped by a large hand turning me back around to face him once again. He leaned in real close when it looked like he took a deep whiff of the air surrounding him.

He had searched for the smell, but couldn't place it. He picked up a strand of my hair and it was like a slot machine winning. He smirked slightly and motioned my head closer to him,

I bent down and heard him say,

"You're a lil thief you know that? using my favorite shampoo and conditioner. I never thought I would be so attracted to this scent on someone else." he said in a very husky voice.

I was in complete silence, so many things ran through my head at once. I decided to play along before I chickened out, I bent my head at a slight angle to stare him in the face. Sam had beat me to it once again,

"From now on, only you are allowed to use my bathroom essentials, and when you do so I want you to wear my clothes to bed only. Got it?" he said waiting for a response.

I nodded my head in a quick reassurance. We both were having fun with this new feeling we both discovered together. I spoke up finally,

"How much time do you think we have before dean gets back?"

[roonyxx]

Firefly Chapter 10: Knocking on Heaven's Door

By Roonyxx and Jay-and-dean

Pairings : future Dean x reader ?

Summary :  40 years in Hell, but he didn’t spend all this time all alone, he had her.

Prepare to know what happened during those years Dean never talks about. To immerge yourself in Hell, only lit by the mysterious kid growing here…

And to see some of your favorite villains again : Crowley, Lilith, Lucifer… And also Sammy and Jack…

Serie Warnings : Hurt!Dean, Hell (torture, even if we tried to not give it graphic descriptions, creepy demons, blood, violence), swearing, angst, future fluff and smut.

This story is in both Reader’s POV and Dean’s POV

Wordcount : 4600

Note : This is our second collaboration. We can’t both edit the same post, so we decided we would post 1 chapter/2 each, like we did for Same.

We both worked as much on this story and it’s the result of both our brains but also both our hearts.

Please, if you want to show love for this story, don’t forget we were together in this.

This is the last chapter of Firefly, @jay-and-dean​​ hope you all enjoyed the ride and we thank you so much or your amazing feedback! You’re all awesome people! Jay and I thank you so much for all your kind words :D. Enjoy the very last chapter of this long journey xxx.

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10. Knocking on Heaven’s Door

Dean’s Pov

She was smiling, as usual. Smiling despite the horrors she had known almost her whole life, despite the people around her, stressed and bitter like they can be in big cities. Smiling despite Dean acting like they hadn’t made love…

“Hey” she chuckled, taking a big bite of her hotdog, a little mustard falling at her feet. “We can’t see the stars, okay, but you must admit big cities offer some amazing distractions.”

“Mh…” Dean answered absent-mindidly, following another drop of mustard threatening to fall on her sweater with his eyes. 

But she obviously didn’t mind getting messy.

Her eyes widened and she wiped her hand on her jeans to tug at his sleeves, showing something like an excited child. But it took Dean a few moments to stop looking at her radiant face to turn to what she was showing.

“Dean !” she said with her mouth full, her free hand in front of it. “Street dancers !”

“Yeah” he smiled, amused by that never ending enthusiasm, that hunger for life.

She tugged at his arm, leading him in the middle of the little crowd that gathered around a group of young men dancing Capoeira.

The evening was clear and softly warm, and the traditional music was making it seem even warmer. Dean had never stopped to look at dancers in a big city square at night. He had never ran in a field without being chased by a monster either. And now he knew it : He had never loved like that.

After he had taken her to the best spot he knew to see the stars, they had slept in the car, they had eaten in an indian restaurant, and the fattest burger Dean could have found, they had ridden for hours to see New Orleans, drank until they were falling asleep on each other in the bar, they had almost kissed in that zoo, and he had almost let go a thousand times.

He had never been so alive. Forgetting the monsters for a few days, or a few weeks ? He had lost track of time… He wouldn’t stop, hunting, because it was his life and he had chosen it, but as long as she would be there, he would never forget to live again.

Sam had found a hunt in Chicago, and since they had made it here, Y/n had never stopped to drag them everywhere to see everything. And after their trip to the Millenium Park, she insisted on eating from food trucks and walking in the streets with Dean at her arm. 

“I learned to dance, you know” she said, barely audible in the music.

“You did ?” he smiled, his eyes glued to her, to the reflection of the city lights in her eyes.

“Not this dance, but, I did ! Jada, the other waitress at Sue’s bar, she danced, she taught me moves” saying that, she swayed her hips and giggled a little. 

“Very nice” he chuckled.

“Stop making fun of me” she smiled, looking up to dive in his eyes. 

And once again, Dean almost bent to kiss her. He almost gave in to his overwhelming love and held her like the treasure she was, but he licked his own lips instead, and wrapped his arm around her to hold her head against his mouth as he smelled her hair. 

“My Dean” she whispered, turning to nuzzle against him.

“We should go back to the motel, we have to get up early tomorrow” he said. “And we can’t let Sam do all the work, right ?”

“Yes” she nodded. “Let’s go back and find out if I can be a hunter !”

The motel was one of the worst Dean had known. They had booked something really cheap out of town, in the area where the murders had occurred. Prostitutes were walking its corridors and at least four different types of drugs were roaming the place.

      But she didn’t seem to mind.

      He entered the room they had finally booked for her, to avoid making one of them sleep on the sofa, which was really dirty.

“Hey Firefly” he entered after knocking. “I don’t like you being alone here, so I told Sam I will sleep in your room.”

She smiled, looking up from her book.

His false excuse floated between them for a moment but they both knew there was another reason, he just hated to be away from her. He hated it because he felt like he would miss something. What if she laughed and he didn’t hear it ? What if his hand wasn’t here when she wanted to take it ?… 

“That’s good news, but why ?” she said, getting up to arrange the single bed next to hers.

“This place is shady. And the cops just took a corpse out…”

“Oh” she frowned with a sorry look. “You know Dean, I have known places worse than that.”

“Yeah well, you grew up in Hell, but those are not the same kind of bad people. Believe me some humans are crazier than demons.”

She opened her bag, and took sheets out of it, to change the one the motel had put on the bed, carefully.

“Oh, you take clean sheets with you” he chuckled.

But she didn’t answer that question.

“I wasn’t talking about Hell” she stated, working to make his bed more welcoming.

 Reader’s Pov

      Dean always wanted to protect her, and over the years growing up with his stories, she knew quite clearly that he thought it was his role.

So she let him. There would be a time for taking this burden out of his shoulders, one day, bit by bit ; but for now he needed it. It gave him a goal, helped him feel in control. That’s why she didn’t object that she could kill any crazy human, like he said, pretty easily if she had too. That’s why she was making his bed, simply enjoying the idea of him next to her during the night.

“You slept in places like that ?” he asked, joining to help her with the sheets. “When you were on Earth the first time…”

“Well” she hummed calmly. “The first months, it was only when I was lucky.”

“Shit” he groaned, rubbing his face. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there.”

“You were in Hell, Dean” she stated. “Then you had no idea I was here. Really, nothing bad happened to me, I just learned life the hard way… Didn’t you too ?”

“I at least had a family.”

“I had superpowers” she winked with a little smile, making him chuckle.

      Once the bed was done, she sat on hers, cross-legged like she always did in his cell, and waited for him to take his jacket off and sit too.

“Tell me more Firefly” he asked. “I’m always the one telling you stories. I want to hear yours.”

She smiled a little and started thinking, to organize her story.

“There were those explosions of power” she started. “When Lilith locked me and when Crowley tricked me into believing you were free… I remember it like violent explosions.”

His eyes were glued to hers, emotions vibrating in his green irises.

“I was consumed by rage and everything was blurry except those waves of fire inside of me” she continued. “Then all went calm. Not outside of course, the world was swarming and loud, but my fire was silent, and I had no idea what to do… So I sat and waited. I have no idea how long. But, Dean, when I decided to live, you were with me. Every second of it, you were with me.”

He came to sit next to her, his hand grasping hers.

“You were with me when I slept in the street, and found the existence of foster homes. When I was hungry, or scared. You were with me when I first laughed and when I finally looked up to the sky… Then I met Sue” a little smile crossed her face. “You would have loved her, and she made the best pie, ‘extra butter’ was her secret. It wasn’t really a secret when you tasted it, and your fingers were all greasy” she chuckled. 

“I’m so glad you found her” he nodded. 

“She found me… We both had our angel” saying that, she dropped a small kiss on his shoulder. “She really wanted to meet you, I talked about you all the time” Y/n added, then she looked away for a second. “She called you Prince Charming.”

“Yeah I’m pretty far from that…”

Another silence fell on them.

She turned to lay with her head on his thighs. It was something she had dreamed to do for a long time. The thing she remembered the most of her time on Earth, was painfully wanting to be held just like she used to rock him for all those years.

“Are you ?” she whispered, her love barely hidden in the words.

His sigh made her snuggle closer to him. His body welcomed her, moving a little to make her more comfortable, his hand pushing a stray of her hair out of her face, and drawing the contour of her face.

Heaven.

“Do you remember…” she murmured, totally engrossed in enjoying the brush of his fingers on the side of her head. “When you talked to me about classic rock the first time ?”

“I must have talked about classic rock a lot” he softly smiled.

“I went to a Bob Dylan concert” she said without looking up. “It was a festival in summer and I went there alone and got drunk and a little stoned. Cried a lot when he played Knocking on Heaven’s door.”

“Really ?” his voice was soft and pensive. “I think I would have cried with you… If I could have been with you… When I think that I was there, somewhere in this country, wasting my time. I missed everything.”

“Not everything” she hummed, closing her eyes to focus on his large hand stroking her head like he had done it his whole life. “You weren’t wasting your time.”

“How was it ?” he asked low.

“It was my first concert ever, it was amazing… I swayed to the music and made out with a girl” she let out a slight laugh at the memory.

Dean looked down with a little frown, and she looked up to give him an amused smile but his face stayed flustered. 

Jealous.

Behind the sordid thin walls, people started to scream, fighting about sad subjects with bitter words. But all she could focus on was his touch and his smell. His eyes turned to the wall, his pupils contracting in wary.

“Screams, always screams…” Dean sighed.

At his words, Y/n sat up, breaking their comfy bubble of tenderness that was disturbed by yet a little more violence and hate. 

“Lay down” she said.

And Dean just obeyed without a word, taking his shoes off to put his legs on the single bed, laying on his side to face her.

She joined him slowly, her face only a few inches from his, their knees touching, both shyly resting on the edge of the bed. 

A comfortable smile appeared on her face, she raised her hand and carefully put it flat on his ears, pressing just enough to muffle the screams.

“No more screams” she mouthed without any sound.

From here, she could see the perfect lines of his face, she could see the freckles she always loved more than stars, and the wrinkles on his skin… She could also see the thousand thoughts in his glistening eyes.

It was easy, and it was natural. She had been made to protect him, she felt like the case for his diamond eyes.

His hand started moving, grazing her side, flattening on her shoulder to squeeze it softly in a sensual gesture. It went up more, holding the side of her neck, his thumb pressing gently under her chin, stealing a very soft moan out of her. Then, imitating hers, it landed on her ear, covering half her head, fingers tangled on her hair.

“No more screams” he mouthed too. 

And they both stayed there in the calm of the other, looking at each other until Dean’s eyes ended up closing his, when sleep fell peacefully on him.

Dean’s Pov

He felt a warmth enveloping his body, a reassuring pressure on his chest. He opened one eye to see her snuggled on his chest, he felt her even breaths like hot waves rolling over his right pectoral. 

He smiled as he wrapped his arms around her body, enjoying this moment while it lasted. He couldn’t look away from her peaceful face, how her hands clung to his shirt, her hair looked somewhat messy but still perfect. 

With one hand he pushed a stray hair from her face, as soon as she felt his touch, her head leaned towards it, like she craved his touch as much as he craved hers. He put his hand on her head, keeping her close to his chest, to his heart. Because that was where she belonged.

But he knew this couldn’t happen everyday, he had to keep her safe, he had to protect her. So he would keep his distance, even if it broke his heart.

With a sigh he carefully unwrapped her hands from his body and slipped from underneath her, replacing his chest with a pillow. He took his shoes that were still lying next to the bed and watched her sleep for a moment, burrowing her face deeper into the pillow with a frown on her features.

He had his hand on the doorknob when he heard her soft voice.

“Do you have to go ?” her voice sounded hurt, as if asking it was like tearing a little piece of her heart.

He turned and saw her sitting up right in the middle of bed, her face no longer held that spark he loved so much and he hated himself for putting it out. 

He stepped towards her and sat on the edge of the bed.

“I… I have too” he said without meeting her eyes.

“Why ?” she whispered.

He looked up at her, searching her face, searching for that answer, because everyday he was with her, he could feel his walls coming down bit by bit. 

Why ?

Because he had too, because she was too pure and good for him…

“Because I’m no good for you” he couldn’t keep his voice straight, he wanted nothing more than to be what she deserved, but she deserved the world, and he was far from that.

She moved closer to him and cupped his cheek.

“Dean, you’re the best that ever happened to me. You shaped me to the person I am today. We need each other, I know we have this connection Dean, you can’t deny it” she said as she took his hand in hers.

He was holding back tears, he never got this emotional, but she meant so much to him.

“I-I’m poison Firefly, I can’t lose you, not again” he felt a tear roll down his face as his walls started to crumble. 

She took both his hands in hers and he felt her squeeze them a little.

“You won’t lose me Dean. Never, I won’t let that happen and you’re not poison. You were the only hope I had in my life, you were the only one to show me kindness in a cold and harsh place like Hell. You call me Firefly but don’t forget, you’re mine too, Dean” her eyes held tears as she spoke to him.

Her firefly ? Her light ? How could he be light ? Her words resonated in his mind, hitting the corners of it like a blinded moth, before it reached his soul. Was it possible, indeed, that she was the one he never hurt, the one that had seen the darkest of him and didn’t mind at all ; the one that was made of the same clay ? A matter born in pain and darkness, but still aiming for light…

“I’ve lost everyone” he said as he held her hands tight. “I-I can’t lose you Firefly, I can’t. And I can’t damage you.” 

She leaned forward to press her lips on his, he could taste the salty tears on them.

“No you can’t and you won’t Dean, you know how strong I am. Nothing can take me from you, not even you” she held his head close, foreheads pressed together. “But I don’t want to be your responsibility. I learned to live, thanks to you, I learned to live on my own, Dean. So if you give me a few weeks to find a place, maybe a job…”

“Don’t…” he cut her with a strangled voice. 

Just the idea of letting her go was unbearable. The idea of her alone in an apartment…

“I can be your friend” she continued. “If you need a friend, I will be your friend. I… I can visit when you invite me.”

“No” he whined.

“You’re free Dean” she stated low. “I’m not chains, I’m not them… But you will always be the only one….”

“I… I l-love you, Firefly.” he whispered so softly he thought she wouldn’t have heard it.

But she did. Her Y/E/C looked deep into his green ones.

“I’ve loved you since I was fifteen, Dean. I’m never gonna stop loving you” she ran her thumbs over his cheek bones.

He kissed her again, he couldn’t hold back anymore, his walls didn’t crumble because around her the walls just didn’t exist. He loved her, he always did but in Hell he didn’t have the room for those kinds of emotions and now that she was back, now that she was real, those emotions were hitting him now all at once. 

He couldn’t hold back anymore.

He deepened the kiss as he laid her back on the bed, his hands pushed her shirt up to roam her sides. Her fingers tangled in his hair to tug at it, making him groan.

He sat up to tug his flannel off his shoulders as she crossed her arms over her body to pull her shirt over her head, leaving her in nothing but her cute little pj shorts. 

Dean groaned at the sight of her. He bent forward to take one of her nipples in his mouth, making her gasp as she tugged on his t-shirt. With one hand he reached to the back of his shirt and took it off, crushing his chest on hers, kissing from her neck up to her lips.

“I love you, Y/n” he moaned in her ear, his hips rolling into hers as his arousal grew behind the confines of his jeans. 

He wasn’t afraid of saying it anymore, she knew anyway. She was in his heart, and she could feel it, so hiding made no sense…

“I love you too, Dean” her hands went to unbuckle his belt, tugging eagerly at it. “I need you” 

She pushed down his pants and underwear, he needed to sink inside of her, deep inside of her. In fact, if he could, he would sleep in the center of her soul. 

He helped her take his clothes off, his hands janked her shorts down her legs and threw it aside. She seemed to need it as much as him. His lips were attached to every inch of her skin. 

She arched her back as little ruby fireflies started to appear in the room, spinning and moving in the air like dragonflies around them. Dean looked up from her neck for a second.

“This is beautiful” he stated with a lazy smile, last time, her magic firework was golden.

She hummed as she wrapped her legs around his waist, encouraging him to take her, her lips peppering his neck and shoulders with warm kisses.

His hard cock was rubbing on her folds, impatient. He groaned loud, desire consuming him..

“Baby… you’re so wet” he used his thumb to push his cock deeper between her folds, making them spread around the wide head of his cock. 

“So beautiful” he whispered as he pushed inside.

His arms came to rest next to her head, caging her, lips claiming hers as he thrusted steadily into her.

Her ecstatic moans and his possessive groans filled the room as he stretched her out, more bright dancing ruby dots appeared in the room, casting a red glow onto the lovers.

Her hands gripped his shoulders tight as he thrusted harder into her, his pace fastening. The memory of the neighbours fighting was long gone, the sounds of their skin hitting skin filling the room.

“I’m close D-Dean” she gasped against his lips. 

Her walls clenched hard around his member, empathizing her words.

“I’m right behind you baby, come for me” he lowered his body so they were flush against each other as she came hard around him.

The little scarlet fireflies turned to light snowflakes of the brightest ruby and started to fall on them, like fresh snow, covering them in a soft red dust.

“DEAAN YES” she screamed into the night. 

He was with her, and needed nothing more than a second, his face nuzzled into her neck as his hips snapped hard into her, groaning loud when he filled her up with his cum.

“FUCK BABY” he fell limp on her as the last drops of cum left his cock, welcomed by her body.

He lifted his head up to look at her, a blissed out smile on her face when her eyes met his. The gloomy room now looked like it was sprinkled with love and dreams. They were both out of breath when she asked :

“What does this mean Dean ?” 

She pushed the sweaty hair that stuck to his forehead aside.

“How do you mean ?” he rested his chin softly on her chest as he looked up at her.

“Us, what are we now ?” her fingers ran through his hair as she stared deep into his eyes.

“We’re together” he said with a smile. “I mean if that’s what you want” he quickly added.

“Yes, I want that Dean” she angled her head down to kiss him passionately. “Of course I want that.”

Together. 

He thought of it one last time. Of the danger, of his doubts… But they were far, and faded now. They had met in the worst, so nothing could happen. 

Together made sense, it felt right and sure. All he had missed in his life.

“I love you, Firefly” he whispered against her lips, his hands holding her closer.

“I love you too Dean” she said.

-Epilogue-

Reader’s Pov

She had her arm around Dean’s shoulders as he limped down the bunker’s stairs. As usual, he was careful to not put his weight on her, and that made her smile tenderly.

“Twenty eight !” Sam made her jump a little when he shouted behind them. “Twenty eight monster in seven days ! The other hunters are going to be unemployed !”

“That’s a lot” Dean grunted. “Two nests and those demons…”

“I’m opening a bottle” his brother stated. “The way you burned those vampires, Firefly ! Like… They were there and then…  freaking ember ! I… Wow.”

His long arms were mimicking the vanishing of the monsters with enthusiasm, but she had stopped listening when Dean had whined on the last step.

“Damn demons, they always go for the knees!” he muttered.

She helped him sit down on one of the chairs in the library and pulled another chair closer to him to sit on it herself.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there fast enough baby” she said. “Close your eyes” she whispered as she put both her hands around his injured knee.

A golden hue erupted from her palms as she closed her eyes to focus on his knee. No one, nothing, would ever make him suffer again, especially not demons, and the one who had had the audacity to make her Dean cry out in pain was now a memory.

When she pulled her hands away Dean lifted his leg to bend his knee and smiled when he could do it effortlessly.

“Thank you, Firefly” he pecked her lips with a sweet smile.

“I hate it when you’re hurt” she said with a pout. 

She nervously put a finger in the hole of his jeans, tickling the skin under his knee a little, earning a tender smile from the man she called hers.

“With those powers of yours, it barely happens anymore, no monster can eat us” he cupped her face and pulled with his thumb on her bottom lip. “You’re so cute when you pout” .

She pouted exaggeratedly  just to hear him laugh, then pushed her hair behind her ear.

“Are you hurt baby ?” Dean asked as he checked her over, pushing her in every way to see on the sides, on her back… his hand came to the cut on her jacket.

“You know that can’t really happen Dean” she took his hands from her coat and lifted her sleeve to show him the cut had already healed. “See ? I’m okay baby” she assured him with a smile.

“I know but that won’t stop me from checking” he took her hand and kissed her knuckles, like he often did. “I don’t know how we survived hunts before we had you. Your powers really come in handy” he stroked her hand with his thumb.

“And it’s a bonus that demons are scared of me” she chuckled. “Did you see Krampus’s face ? That bastard used to denounce me all the time when I sneaked out… Bye bye ugly face.”

Dean’s laugh filled the room, making home even warmer.

“Yes it is” Dean said at the end of his frank and now familiar laugh.

He looked at her face, staring at her deeply. His wrinkles next to his eyes slowly appearing as his smile grew, the white of his teeth showing just a little through his plumb lips.

“What ? Do I have something on my face ?” she asked as she started to wipe at her brow.

The chuckle that rumbled deep in his chest made her stop wiping her face and smile to the love of her life.

“No I just…” a deep sigh left his mouth “What would I do without you ?”

She laughed through her nose, nodding to thank Sam who had come back with three drinks, and sat with a focused look at his phone in his hand. But once again, her attention was on Dean. 

“Probably, crash and burn” she shrugged nonchalantly with a smile.

“A few days off ?” he suggested, making her nod. “Netflix and chill ?”

“Or… “ she grinned. “Las Vegas ?”

“Las Vegas ?” he chuckled. “With your powers we could win a lot of money” he realized with widened eyes. “You hear that Sammy ?”

His brother hummed absent-mindidly. 

“With the money, we rent the biggest room, order fancy things…” he continued with a sparkle in his eyes. “Oh that will be fun !”

He cupped her face and kissed her deep, a mix of excitement and pure love on his lips.

“I love you my Firefly.”

In answer, she grazed his glass and frost appeared on it. And that meant I love you. She would keep him safe and the furthest possible from Hell and blood, she would wake up humming their song, and cool his drinks, forever. 

And he would always hold her when the flame inside her would get weak a little, when it would be cold or dark. His hands around her to shelter her and to remind her that she wasn’t forged by Hell, only locked in it. 

She would be a light, because it was what he had always needed. She would be his freedom, his comfort, his choice…

His Firefly.

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warnings: description of a panic/anxiety attack (sorry im not sure what the difference is) wc: 767 a/n: sobbing why did this take so long to write- 😭😭 im so sorry about the wait omgzskubh FORGOT TO POST WHEN I FINISHED OMG-

It’s been a few days since the outburst, Castiel has come and gone, searching for some more of his brethren. He went to ask Raphael to join him. He said no, however he did tell Castiel something useful. Something about where his oldest brother is.

Michael.

And there he is. Almost as if simply thinking his name summoned him.

Michael the archangel. Michael the all-powerful. Just... Michael.

“Castiel.”

“Michael.”

Gabriel stands not too far off, a glint of mischief in his eyes. Sam stands slightly behind and to the left of him. Gabriel offers some of the popcorn he conjured to Sam, “This should be fun.”

Sam lets out a quiet chuckle before taking a handful of popcorn, “Heh, I guess..”

“You’re trying to bring Dean Winchester back from Hell?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

And there it is again. That question. The one that Castiel has no idea how the fuck to answer. He stands there in awkward silence for a good ten seconds.

“I- uh- don’t know...”

Michael tilts his head slightly, trying not to look down on Castiel.

Metaphorically of course, physically it’s kind of hard not to.

"Interesting," he says.

"What is?"

Michael disappears.

"Wait, what?" Sam pushes past Gabe to stand in front of Castiel. The latter turns slightly and looks at Sam.

"You're trying to raise Dean from..." Sam trails off, not wanting to acknowledge where his brother has been this entire time.

"From Hell?"

Sam unconsciously starts to rub at the back of his neck, "Yeah.."

"I am. I thought you knew that."

"Well, yeah. I just, like, thought you were joking."

"Why would I joke about that?"

"I- I don't know," Sam gives a wide gesture, "It's just confusing. Like why... why would you even want to... y'know?"

Castiel ignroes the question, "Why did you want to know about my plans to raise Dean from Hell?"

Behind Sam, Castiel sees Gabe roll his eyes and scoff. He gives his older brother a confused look, and he responds, "You always were dense, little bro. Our friend, Sammy here, doesn't want his brother to be raised."

"You don't want Dean out of Hell?"

"You do?"

Castiel's brow furrows, "Why wouldn't I?"

Sam gives the angel a disbelieving look, "You don't even know him. You just appeared in Bobby's house a week ago, and told him to translate something - no context provided. And the first time I see you, you get all pissed about Bobby not translating whatever it was that you gave him fast enough, which I can tell stumped Bobby, and believe me, that's a very hard thing to do. And to add on to that, you got all protective when Gabriel said, what, two words about Dean?

"So, I'm sorry if I've got no idea who you are, and I want to know what the fuck you plan on doing to my brother if you can actually raise him."

"When."

"What?"

"Not 'if' I raise him, when. It will happen."

Sam stops talking, and starts pacing a little, "Ok, but you can't do that."

"Why?"

He speeds up, "You can't because he's in Hell. If you raise him, what else is that going to release? What will him being out do to the world? What chain of event is him being out going to set off?"

His breathing is turning slightly erratic, and Gabriel - who is still in the background - stands up a bit straighter, steeping away from the wall he was leaning against.

"Why... why are you bringing him back? What do you want from him! Hasn't he given you assholes enough?" Sam seems like he's about to cry, just barely fighting off the distraught look threatening to spill onto his face.

"Sam, maybe you should leave," Gabe says, just barely loud enough for Castiel to hear him. Sam nods and quickly walks out the door, Gabriel follows closely.

In the silence that follows, the silence that seems to follow the angel everywhere, Castiel answers all of Sams questions.

Dean hears what the voice says this time, and he's got no idea who they're talking about, but they sound sad.

No, not sad - longing.

And Dean wants to help them.

He's got no idea who they are, or what they want, but he does. He wants to comfort them. to help fill the void they have inside them.

The voice... it gives Dean an aim, a reason.

A hope.

And what it said... well it hit a spot that Dean wasn't even aware he had. All of that meaning packed into just five simple words.

"It's because I need him."

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Rough Night

Summary: The hunt affected Sam more than he hoped. He needs comfort from you

Characters: Sam Winchester (POV) x gn!reader, Dean Winchester (barely)

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Angst, off-screen death discussed (for plot), sexual adjacent content but wouldn't classify as smut. Fluff at the end. Minors DNI 18+ just in case.

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Sam had a hell of a trip. Dean considered it a success, but Sam couldn’t get over the casualties. For some reason, it hit him particularly hard this trip. He fought to save her. He really did. But the vampire was quicker. Something that Sam would never let happen again.

The Winchesters drove in silence, and whether Sam wanted to believe it or not, silence allowed his mind to travel to dangerous places. He couldn’t get that girl out of his head. He didn’t even get to learn her name. Her piercing eyes were engrained in his head now. The fear and dread locking her almost familiar eyes with his, and then again, lifeless.

“You can’t save everyone, Sammy.”

Sam snapped back, chills running down his spine. “I know, Dean.”

Dean stayed quiet after that. Sam did what he could today. He should be confident of that. But, while Dean was right, it didn’t make him feel any better.

He remained cool and aloof for the remainder of the drive. He took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. In the length of the trip, Sam relaxed, doing his best to remind himself, it was just another hunt.

The boys arrived at the motel hours after the sun went down. Sam didn’t hesitate to get out of the car. Sam fiddled with the key and all but broke through the door. He was on a mission.

And there you were. Your laptop screen illuminated your face as the only light in the room. A YouTube video captured your attention, until you heard the door. Your eyes flashed up at him, and your smile quickly followed.

“Hi, my love,” you said softly, “you didn’t call. I was beginning to worry.”

One look at your eyes and Sam’s tough exterior began to crumble. He dropped his bag and dragged his feet to the edge of the bed.

You pushed your computer to the side and slid to the edge of the bed. “Sam, what’s wrong?”

“I usually don’t let it affect me,” he said, his arms crossed over his chest. “The job, I mean. I prepare in more ways than one. I read up, and I work hard to do what’s right. I cover my bases any and everywhere I can, but sometimes, things just go wrong. This isn’t new to me. It really doesn’t get easier, but you take the wins where you can. But today, a girl. She—”

He choked up a little bit. You took his hands and guided him to sit with you. You wiped his hair from his eyes, staying patient and refusing to say a word. Sam looked up at you, his eyes red and tears streaming down his face.

“Babe, you’re scaring me.” You placed your hands on his face, wiping his tears with your thumbs. “What happened?”

“I couldn’t save her,” he cried. “Dean and I did everything we could, I promise. But he was just faster. Her eyes are seared in my skull. They felt familiar. I couldn’t shake it the whole drive. I didn’t know why, but it just hit me so hard. Until I saw you smile at me. Your eyes. She had your eyes, and I just, I—I can’t lose you, too.”

Sam started convulsing. He couldn’t believe he was telling you all of this. He was supposed to be tough. Supposed to keep you safe. Still, you pulled him close, making him cry harder. He hugged you back, desperate for your touch. Desperate to know you were safe in his arms.

“I can’t lose you, Y/N. I can’t,” he whispered. He nestled his head into your neck.

“I’m not going anywhere. Okay?”

He nodded against your skin. Relief spread from his heart to his fingers. Tears continued to settle in on your warm skin.

Only now did he notice your hair was damp and smelled like fresh rain. You wore a large t-shirt but kept your legs bare, chills beginning to spread through his spine. His emotions were high, and his mind was numb. All he knew was that he wanted you closer. He lifted your chin and kissed you softly. His heart fluttered as he felt you melt into his touch. He needed you closer. He wanted to feel more of your skin on his. He pulled you by the hem of your shirt. He gripped your exposed thigh with one hand, heat from your body radiating into his touch. He tangled his other in your hair.

Your breath caught in your throat. “Baby…”

Sam’s grip tightened, almost clawing at your skin, begging for you to be flush with him. His kisses grew sloppy, almost frantic as he kissed your cheeks, jaw, and your neck. His hands wandered underneath your shirt, traveling up your torso.

“Sam,” you said. But he continued to roam. He couldn’t think. He wasn’t content yet. His desire for you had yet to be satisfied. His senses burned within him. Any exposed piece of skin needed to be addressed by any means necessary. He was blinded by the pain in his nerves, almost in a trance of the goal he pursued. Still, he couldn’t feed his hunger. He was thirsty for you, but in a way he couldn’t explain. In a way he couldn’t quench. He lifted up your shirt, but you stopped him.

“Wait, wait, wait, Sam.” You grabbed his hands from your shirt.

Sam looked up at you, the fog in his head dissipating, replaced with panic. “What’s wrong?”

“Let’s just think about this, please.”

“Think about what? Are you ok?” Sam’s heart pounded in his chest as the blood drained from his face.

“You don’t have your head on straight. You went through a lot today.”

Sam’s brow furrowed. “Y/N, I—Was it something I did?”

“It doesn’t feel right. I want to help you, but I don’t think this is the right way.”

Sam stood up, now towering over you, but slowly backing up. “If I hurt you…please just tell me. But don’t feel like you have to protect me from myself.”

“Sam, it’s like you’re inebriated. You’re not you right now, and I would never forgive myself for taking advantage.”

Sam felt himself getting heated. He understood the words you were saying, but the anger rose anyway.

“Fine! I hear you. Just forget it. I’m gonna take a shower. Get some sleep. We have an early morning.”

“Sam, please—”

Sam slammed the door to the bathroom, leaving you alone in the dark again.

Cold water splashed on his face. He shivered, hoping to shake the grime off him, inside and out. He watched the drain spin dirt and mud. He couldn’t quite cool off his boiling temper, but he felt ashamed of how he acted. It wasn’t even what he wanted. He didn’t know what he wanted, and how could he expect you to know when he didn’t? He knew he needed you. How, he wasn’t sure. He didn’t want sex, he wanted closeness, security.

He took a deep breath.

He wanted comfort.

He finally cooled off and felt ready to express his emotions to you. He wanted to apologize and ask for a do over. But given your routine sleep schedule, he suspected that he’d have to wait until the morning. Sam turned the water off and dried himself off. He wrapped his towel around his waist, grabbed his clothes, and headed back to the room.

You looked up as the door opened and sprung to your feet. Sam stood in the doorway and took you in. You played with the hem of your shirt, lifting it just enough to expose your beige pink underwear. Your hair had dried and was pulled back into a ponytail, and you were biting your lip, as if to check all the boxes you knew that would turn him on. But in your eyes, Sam watched your façade fall. Your eyes screamed trepidation, resistance, concern.

Sam closed the door behind him. He walked toward you and placed his hands on yours, lowering them to your sides. “That’s not what you want, my love,” he said.

“But it’s what you—”

“No, no, no, baby,” Sam interrupted quietly, “I don’t want sex. I want you. I’m sorry I pushed. I never want you to feel like you have to do anything you don’t want to.”

“You were having a hard day. You were emotional. I—”

“Please, don’t excuse it. I was wrong. I’m really sorry, Y/N.”

“But I want you to feel better.” Tears welled in your eyes.

This time Sam wiped your tears away. Sam took a step closer, closing the space between the two of you. He lifted your chin to look you in the eyes. “My love. You make me feel better every day. But I would love nothing more than to hold you tonight and sleep. I want you close. I want to feel you and hold you, but I want to rest. Can we rest, babe?”

You smiled wide, your eyes now glistening up back at him. You sat back down on the bed and worked your way up to the headrest. Once settled in, you patted your chest and waved for him to join you.

Sam chuckled and walked over to his bag, rummaging through to find a shirt.

“You know,” you began, “science has found skin to skin contact can be the best medicine.”

Sam turned to face you. You held your shirt in the air next to you, the covers over you, but leaving little to the imagination. Sam’s eyes widened. You fought a smirk. Without wasting another moment, Sam climbed in on top of you, swallowing your body whole, resting his head on your bare chest. Your fingers combed through Sam’s hair.

He smiled against your skin. “I love you, you know that?”

“Mmhmm,” you hummed. Then you yawned. “I love you, too. Get some sleep, my love.”

Sam felt himself lulling to sleep. Your heartbeat. That’s what he needed. The soft touch of your hands in his hair and your slow and steady breaths was everything he needed to ground himself. His body felt heavier and heavier. He smiled again. Relief washing over him. Sam was satisfied.

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𝙼𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚜 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

Theo grabs her phone from her jacket pocket and begins to type in the numbers before holding it close to her ear, all while pacing the motel room back and forth.

"Dean" She says.

"Theo! Where the hell have you been!?" Dean asks "I can't find Sam either. I've been looking everywhere for you two!"

"I'm in our motel room" Theo answers, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"How are you ther-" Dean begins to ask but is cut off by Theo.

"Look there's no time to explain right now but we need to go and get Sam" She replies "Just come pick me up"

"You know where he is?" Dean asks.

"Yes. Now hurry up!"

"Fine, but next time you scare me like that again, you’re gonna get it." Dean says, grumbling "I thought you got yourself dragged back to hell"

"Yeah yeah, whatever-" Theo says, clearing her throat "Oh and Dean?"

"Yeah?" He replies, confused.

"Don't take my car again without me knowing" She says, smiling before hanging up.

==

At a warehouse at night sits a man, who is possessed by a demon, tied to a chair in the centre of a Devil's Trap. Sam is in front of him, interrogating all the while Ruby stands nearby.

"Where's Lilith?" Sam asks.

"Kiss my ass" The man replies, his eyes going back. Sam smiles at his comment.

"I'd watch myself if I were you" Sam replies.

"Why?" The demon asks "Huh? Because you're Sam Winchester, Mr. Big Hero? And yet here you are, slutting around with some demon. Real hero."

"Shut your mouth." Sam warns.

"Tell me about those months without your brother and sister." The demon taunts "About all the things you and this demon bitch do in the dark." Ruby looks over at Sam while the man continues "Huh? Tell me, hero" Sam can't control his anger and begins to force the demon out of the man. The man gags as the black smoke falls out of his mouth and onto the Devil's Trap underneath him before burning through the floor, and Sam breathes, trying to get himself under control. Ruby looks down on the floor where the demon burned through and a little smile plays on her lips. She looks over at Sam, and they exchange a look and he gets a little smile as well. Unnoticed by the two, Dean and Theo stand in the window behind Sam, witnessing everything that he just did. The twins both exchange a look at what they have witnessed.

The man that the demon had been possessing is unconscious, still tied to the chair with his head hanging low. Sam touches his neck to check if he has a pulse, which he does, and smiles up at Ruby. She returns the smile.

"How'd it feel?" She asks as Sam looks back at the man.

"Good. No more headaches." Sam replies as he begins to untie the man.

"None?" Ruby asks "That's good" The man begins to slowly wake up and looks at Sam, confused.

"Hey, hey. I got you. It's all right." Sam says as he helps the man out of his char. All the while Ruby gives Sam and somewhat evil and mischievous smile. Sam begins walking him towards the door, when Theo opens it-Dean following. Sam stops in his tracks at Theo and Dean's angry expressions.

"Heya Sammy" Dean says, standing beside his sister.

"so.." Theo trails off, crossing her arms "Anything you wanna tell us, Sam?" She asks. Sam looks innocent and Ruby stands behind him, just watching Dean and Theo, who begins walking forwards while she talks.

"Guys, hold on, okay?" Sam asks "Just let me-"

"You gonna say, "let me explain"? You're gonna explain this?" Dean asks "How about this? Why don't you start with who she is, and what the hell is she doing here?" Dean looks at him hard, Theo looking at him with slight guilt in her eyes but none the less hard. Sam turns back and looks at Ruby who looks completely calm, and even smiles as she looks between Theo and Dean.

"It's good to see you two again, Dean, Theo" She says.

"Ruby?" Theo asks, uncrossing her arms. Ruby smiles a little, and Dean looks at Sam. Theo follows his gaze.

"Is that Ruby?" He asks. Sam doesn't respond and Theo looks over at Ruby again, who's smile is fading. After moment, Theo grabs hold of her and shoves her up against the wall. Theo pulls out her knife and as she's about to strike only for her hand to be grabbed by Sam.

"Don't!" Sam says. They struggle for the knife. Sam gets it out of Theo's hand and into his own, just as Dean walks up to Sam and pushes him up against the wall. Ruby then grabs Theo and pins her up against the wall she had her against seconds earlier. "Ruby!" Sam pushes Dean off him as the two look over at the girls "Stop it!" She just stares into Theo's eyes and she keeps a chokehold with her right hand, and Theo stares right back, angry. Finally, Ruby let’s go and Theo rises up to her full height, looking over at Sam and then back at Ruby.

"Well, aren't you an obedient little bitch?" Theo taunts. Ruby doesn't reply but from the look on her face, it's clear she wants to attack Theo again.

"Ruby" Sam says softly. The two girls continue to stare at each other for a few more moments, before Ruby turns to face Sam "Ruby, he's hurt" He says, indicating his head to the man that was possessed "Go" Ruby gives Theo one more look and then turns and walks over to the man, and as Dean and Theo watches her, she puts the man’s arms over her shoulder, ready to take him out.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Dean asks, stepping forward slightly.

"The ER..." Ruby answers before looking over at Theo "Unless you want to go another round first." Neither Theo or Dean reply and she walks out of the warehouse with the man. The twins turn to look at Sam, who's watching them.

"Dean. Theo" Dean walks to the door he came in through, leaving Sam behind "Dean!" Theo steps forward, looking at where Dean left then back to Sam. He sighs. She gives him a sad look and grabs his arm gently, pulling him with her and out the building.

==

Later in the day, Sam is sat in the motel room at the table, reading a book. Theo sits opposite him, cleaning her gun. She keeps looking up at Sam, going to talk only to close her mouth and continue to clean her gun. Sam looks up every now and then and catches her before sighing and leaning back in his seat.

"Okay" He says, looking at her "Just say it"

"Say what?" Theo asks, not looking up from her gun.

"That your pissed at me" Sam replies "That you hate me because I'm working with Ruby" Theo sighs, placing her gun and the rag down. She looks up at him.

"I'm not pissed at you, Sammy" She says "Disappointed yes, but I don't hate you" She smiles, leaning forward to rest her arms on the table "Your old enough to look after yourself. But I do think you should reconsider working with Ruby" Sam nods.

"She is helping me. I'm getting better using my powers to exorcise demons and the victims always come out alive" Sam says, looking at her "Ruby's taught me how to use my powers to help people" Theo sighs.

"But have you ever took a second to think that she might be using you?" Theo asks. Sam looks down. "Look, Sam, I just want the best for you. I want to be able to sleep at night knowing that you’re not out there doing god knows what with Ruby"

"I know, but you shouldn't have to worry about me." Sam says quietly.

"Your my little brother, Sam. I'm always going to worry about you. That's like my job." Theo says, chuckling. "And I know I said that your old enough to look after yourself, but I mean it when I say that I'll always care for you, no matter how old we get. And I'll always be there for you." She smiles at him "Nothing's going to change that"

"And I don't want it to change" Sam replies. smiling back up at her. The two then are interrupted by the sound of the door opening and Dean enters. He doesn't look at neither and he walks straight into the room. Sam gets out of his chair the minute Dean enters, while Theo remains seated as she watches her twin grab his bag and begins to pack up his stuff.

"Dean, what are you doing?" Sam asks, walking over to him. Dean turns his head to look at Theo.

"Pack your stuff up" Dean says, ignoring Sam's question.

"What?" Theo asks, standing up.

"What, are you, are you leaving?" Sam asks.

"You don't need us" Dean says, gesturing to himself and Theo "You and Ruby go fight demons." Dean grabs his bag and turns to Theo. "I'll wait in the car for you, be quick "

"Really Dean, we're not actually leaving Sam?" Theo asks. Dean doesn't answer as he starts for the door, only for Sam to stand in the way so Dean has to go around him.

"Hold on. Dean, come on, man." Dean turns around and punches Sam in the face with his right hand. Sam whirls around by the force.

"Dean! What the hell!" Theo shouts, walking towards them only for Sam to hold his hand up for her to stop. Dean just watches him as he turns back around to Dean.

"You satisfied?" Sam asks. Dean hits him again, and then throws his bag on the floor. Sam touches his lip, which is bleeding. "I guess not" Theo comes to stand beside them, ready to jump in the middle in necessary.

"Do you even know how far off the reservation you've gone?" Dean asks "How far from normal? From human?" Theo glares at Dean, but he doesn't notice her look.

"I'm just exorcising demons." Sam replies.

"With your mind!" Dean yells. Sam looks down like a sad puppy at his brother's yelling.

"Enough!" Theo shouts back, staring at Dean with the intimidating eyes she did with Castiel. He shakes his head and Theo turns to Sam and sigh, calmly asks "What else can you do?"

"I can send them back to hell." Sam replies "It only works with demons, and that's it." Dean pushes Theo to the side and grabs hold of Sam's shirt and pushes him backwards, walking with the force.

"What else can you do?!" Dean asks for forcefully, not satisfied with his answer.

"I told you!" Sam shouts, pushing Dean's hand off his shirt and they stop moving. Theo turns her body around to face them while pinching the bridge of her nose.

"And I have every reason in the world to believe that." Dean says sarcastically.

"Dean" Theo warns, lifting her head to glare at him. Dean begins to walk away from Sam as Theo watches the two.

"Look, I should have said something." Sam says, making Dean stop. His back however is still to Sam "I'm sorry, Dean. I am. But try to see the other side here. Hell Theo can see it" Dean looks at her and she nods before he turns around and faces him.

"The other side?" Dean asks.

"I'm pulling demons out of innocent people." Sam replies.

"Use the knife!" Dean shouts.

"The knife kills the victim!" Sam replies "What I do, most of them survive! Look, I've saved more people in the last five months than we save in a year."

"That what Ruby want you to think? Huh? Kind of like the way she tricked you into using your powers?" Dean asks. Theo snaps her head to Dean, suddenly thinking of what he said as he continues "Slippery slope, brother. Just wait and see. Because it's gonna get darker and darker, and God knows where it ends."

"I'm not gonna let it go too far." Dean smiles at that, walks over to the wall and hits the lamp on the side table, making it crash and fly. He turns around to face Theo and Sam, anger across his face again.

"It's already gone too far, Sam. If I didn't you know..." Dean pauses, hesitating to continue "I would wanna hunt you." Theo looks up in shock, yet shame that he's right. They would want to hunt Sam. It's their job after all. Kill anything or anyone that threatens or is going to threaten. Sam's eyes become tearful, and he nods at that, looking down "And so would other hunters" Theo look down too, processing what's been said before nodding in agreement. Sam looks over at her, seeing her contemplated look.

"You were gone, Theo." He says, looking at her with a tearful expression. She looks up at him, eyes soft "Me and Dean were here. We had to keep on fighting without you. Dean he- he didn't want me to di this, so...I left. What I'm doing...it works"

"If it's so terrific..." Theo says softly, trailing off "then why'd you lie about it to us?" Sam looks down with that "Why did an angel tell me to stop you?" Sam and Dean looks at her in surprise.

"What?" They say in unison.

"Cas said that if I don't stop you, he will. See what that means, Sam?" Theo asks" That means that God doesn't want you doing this." She says pointing up as her voice breaks "So, are you just gonna stand there and tell us everything is all good?" With tearful eyes, they exchange a look and then Sam looks down. The silence is broken by Sam's phone ringing, Dean and Theo flinches at the sound before Sam answers it.

"Hello?" Sam says, pinching the bridge of his nose-trying to collect himself "Hey. Travis. Yeah, hey" He pauses "Uh.." He pauses again, dropping his hand from his nose "It's good to hear your voice, too, yeah. Um, look, it's not a really good time right now. It's-" Sam closes his eyes "Yeah, okay. Uh, well, just give me the details, and, uh.." Sam turns around to face away from Dean and Theo, who are still watching him with watery eyes "Carthage, Missouri." The two watches Sam as he walks over to the bedside table and writes down the location "Looking for Jack Montgomery." He puts down the pen and ends the phone call. Breathing deeply, he looks over at Dean and Theo. Dean rolls his eyes, looking up as Theo wipes the tear running down her cheek.

[rudemaidenswrite]

One Night Chapter 6

I am trying to write a little more often but this chapter really kicked my butt. I knew were i wanted to get with it but not sure how to get there.But I am happy with this one. So please enjoy.

Word Count: 1096

Warnings: Curse words I think thats about it 

Author: Me @bookchic20

As always credit to Gif owner 

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3  Part 4   Part 5 

Pulling into the bar you put your truck in park and let out a breath that you didn’t even realize you had been holding. Sam reaches over an puts his hand on your shoulder.

 “You gonna be, okay?” Sam asks.

 “No…Yes…hmmm…I don’t know Sammy. I just don’t know. This is way harder than I ever thought it would be.” You run your fingers through your hair in stress.” Ugh… Okay let’s do this!” You slap your hands on the steering wheel and start to reach for the handle.

 Dean and Castiel pull up next to your truck and start heading into the bar with you and Sam. Dean smiling at you as you stay on the other side of Sam as you head in. Dean quickly walks up ahead of you all and grabs the door to hold it open for you all. After you walk in, he follows you in and takes a seat next to you at a table. You all sit there for a while in an awkward silence before a waitress came over and asks you all what you want. Everyone tells her their drink order and then she looks over at you.

 “Uh just a water for me please.” You say looking downward trying not to make eye contact with anyone at the table.

As the waitress walks away you can feel Deans eyes on you.

 “Water really since when do you get water at the bar.” He chuckles to himself.

“Oh, I uh….um.” You start before Cass interrupts.

“Dean I do believe that a person who is with child should not drink alcohol isn’t that right?” He looks to Sam.

“Uh…” Sam mutters Out.

“With Child?” Dean starts looking over towards Cass and then back to you.

 It feels like time freezes around you for but a moment.

  Flashback 3ish Months ago

 You felt like garbage, you missed your friends, and you really missed Dean. You had to ruin everything by sleeping with him. No, you ruined it by leaving. If you had stayed, you both would have got up the next morning and laughed it off and all would have been fine. Well, you would have had to pretend it was all fine. You had felt a certain kind of way about him for a while, but you knew that you would only ever be friends. He had girls throwing themselves at him everywhere you all went. It made having feelings for him even worse, and that is precisely why you shoved those feeling deep deep down and never let them out. Well except for that one night not so long ago.  It was such an amazing night even better than you had ever imagined, and you had imagined it.

 All of a sudden you jump up and run to the tiny motel bathroom again, before emptying the contents of your already empty stomach again. That’s all you have been doing the last couple days and it was driving you nuts. You were so paranoid you had even went to the dingy little drug store around the corner and bought a pregnancy test. Its sitting on the edge of the sink just staring at you just mocking you telling you to pee on it already.  Sighing you grab it and rip the box open before sitting down to pee. After you do you sit it back down on the sink edge and look at the time. This is going to be the longest five minutes of your life.

 You start passing in front of the beds glancing at the clock every so often. Seconds going by like hours, time has never moved so slow. It doesn’t really matter though its going to be negative anyway. You can’t be pregnant right. There is no way you have been safe your entire life, this one time you didn’t have the guy use a condom would totally not screw you over right. No, no way this is not gonna happen in five minutes your gonna look at that stupid little stick and it’s gonna be negative. The vomiting is just due to you being sick yeah you have the flu or something. You are gonna be fine no problem whatsoever, right?

 Glancing up you see the five minutes is almost up and you run back into the tiny bathroom and grab for the test, knocking it off onto the floor it falls behind the toilet.

 “Goddammit!” You yell at yourself, getting down on the ground reaching for the test. Grabbing it you pull it back sitting up on your knees you glance down at it and freeze. Its slips out of your hand bouncing onto the floor. You just stare of into the distance. “No, No, No, No, No….” You just keep repeating over and over to yourself.

 This can’t be happening, you’re a hunter you can’t be pregnant. Hunters don’t get to have babies they don’t get to have that happily ever after. It’s a hunters job to protect the regular people that get to have that happy ever after. Oh no, how can you ever tell Dean. You can’t what would he even say. You really can’t go back to the boys know. What are you going to do know you need help who can help you? You grab your phone and stare at it for a moment before dialing a number you’ve had memorized since you were very young the phone rings for a second before it gets answered.

 “(Y/N)! Were, are you? Are you okay? We’re all worried about you!” Bobby says quickly.

 “Bobby?” You sigh out. “I need some helped.”

 “Of course, girl you just tell me where you are, and I’ll get the boys to pick you up.”

 “NO!” You yell. “No…not the boys don’t tell them anything.”

 “Girl.” Bobby says concerned.

“Please Bobby just not right now. You can tell them I’m ok but that’s it I’ll explain more when I see you in person ok?...please.” You say quietly.

 “Alright girl you want me to come get you or you wanna come here?”

 “Ca…can you come get me? Please Bobby I don’t know if I can drive myself right now.”

 “You send me the address and Ill be there as soon as I can. Ok? You are safe right?”

 “Yeah.” You say with a small smile knowing how much he cares. “I’m safe Bobby.”

 “Alright you stay put I’ll be there soon.” He says about to hang up the phone.

 “Bobby!” You almost yell.

 “Yeah?”

 “Thank You.”

 “Ya idjit” He starts. “I’ll see you soon.”

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