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[revwinchester]

Mercy

Summary: Dean is in love with the reader, the only problem is that she’s engaged to Sam.  As Sam and the reader plan their wedding, they start arguing more and more and the reader finds solace in her best friend, Dean.  

Pairings/Characters: Sam x Reader, unrequited Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3673, including lyrics

Warnings: Angst, Unrequited love, Cursing, The tiniest bit of canon typical violence

A/N: This is for two challenges: First, @deathtonormalcy56’s P&P challenge, for which my prompts were “Who needs friends?” which is in bolded in the fic and the song “Mercy” by Shawn Mendes, the lyrics of which are in italics and guided the plot.  It’s also for this week’s installment of the SPN hiatus challenge, hosted by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing.  The prompts this week are the trope “planning their wedding leads to bickering and conflicting ideas” and the line “Could you be any louder?” which is bolded in the fic.

Dean girls beware, my beloved beta’s response to this was “Do you know how hard that is for a Dean girl to read?!?!”

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Mercy -

You've got a hold of me Don't even know your power I stand a hundred feet But I fall when I'm around you

Dean was smiling and he prayed it looked genuine.  This was a big moment for both his brother and his best friend and he was supposed to be happy for them.  Dean was happy for them, really, but his heart was also breaking as Sam got down on one knee and proposed to Y/N.  He watched as Y/N’s hands flew to cover her face in surprise, only her wide, beautiful eyes peeking out above her fingers as she nodded her head.  He watched as Sam’s face turned from nervous confidence to a blinding grin and he couldn’t remember a time he’d seen his brother so happy.  He watched as Sam slid the ring onto Y/N’s finger, a perfect fit, and she pulled him to his feet and surged up to kiss her boyfr- her fiancé.

Show me an open door Then you go and slam it on me I can't take anymore I'm saying baby

When they had first met, Dean thought Y/N beautiful.  Her hair shone in the moonlight as she swung her machete cleanly through a vampire’s neck, the same vampire that the brothers had shown up to take care of.  They’d gone out for drinks after and the three of them had laughed and talked until last call.  They made their goodbyes outside the bar only to be reunited in the motel’s parking lot.  The trio had been together ever since.

At first, Y/N had flirted with Dean.  He had initially been taken with her looks and skill but, as he grew closer with her, Dean learned just how intelligent she was, how tenacious and full of life.  Dean had decided he was going to go for it, he was going to make his move after they wrapped this demon case they were working on.  

They exorcised the demon and finished the job and the trio made their way to one of the bars in town to grab a drink and some food before they hit the road to the next place that would need them.  Y/N asked Dean to order her a burger, winking at him and reminding him that he knew how she liked it before heading to the bathroom. 

Dean hadn’t told Sam about his feelings for Y/N and he was about to when their waitress joined them at their table.  The boys ordered their food and a round of beers and before Dean had a chance to talk, Sam was slipping out of his chair and making his way toward the bathroom, too.  

While they were both gone, the waitress came back with their beers and tried to flirt with Dean.  He politely declined her advances and sipped his beer while he waited for Y/N to get back.  Dean finished his beer before either Y/N or his brother returned to the table.  He shrugged out of his jacket and left it behind as he went to check on Y/N.  He rounded the corner and entered the small hallway that housed the bathrooms and stopped dead in his tracks.  

Sam had Y/N pressed up against the wall.  Her hands were tangled in his hair and they were locked in a passionate embrace.  To say that Dean was shocked would have been an understatement.  He stood at the end of the hallway not sure what to say or do.  “I…” he began, startling the amorous pair.

“Your beers are getting warm,” Dean said, brushing by Y/N and his brother and pushing his way into the bathroom.  He didn’t need to use the bathroom but he did need a moment to himself.  Dean had really thought he’d had a shot with Y/N but it would seem that he wasn’t the only Winchester who was interested in the beautiful woman and he had been too slow.

Please have mercy on me Take it easy on my heart Even though you don't mean to hurt me You keep tearing me apart Would you please have mercy, mercy on my heart Would you please have mercy, mercy on my heart 

The first month of their engagement saw Y/N and Sam at the sappiest they’d ever been.  More often than not, Dean found himself out in the bunker’s garage working on the myriad of cars and bikes the Men of Letters had left behind.  He loved his brother and he loved Y/N but that, that second part, was the problem, wasn’t it, and he knew that he wouldn’t do anything but bring the happy couple down without being able to tell them why.  

They could tell something was off with Dean, though, and every so often one of them would seek him out.  

Dean was up to his elbows in grease and oil as he gave one of the bunker’s cars a tune up when Y/N approached him.  “Hey there stranger,” she called out from the doorway.

Dean grunted noncommittally, hoping she would go and leave him in peace.  He knew he’d eventually have to face Y/N and Sam but for now, he’d rather bury himself in his work and since the lovebirds were talking about giving up hunting for a few months and getting “real jobs” while they planned their wedding, no one in the bunker had been looking for cases.  Unfortunately, luck wasn’t with him and he soon found himself wrapped into a tight hug from behind.  

“You’ve been spending a lot of time out here, recently,” Y/N commented.  “Everything alright?”

 He wanted to say “No.”  But instead he plastered a smile on his face as he maneuvered out of Y/N’s arms and turned to face her.  “Yeah, sweetheart, everything’s fine,” he lied.  “These cars aren’t going to keep themselves running, is all.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at Dean’s answer and he couldn’t blame her, his excuse sounded hollow even to his own ears.  “Look, Donna and Jody and the girls are just about here,” she told Dean.  “Sam and I are going to tell them about the engagement and then we’re going to have a nice dinner together and watch a movie or two tonight.  Come hang out with your friends!”  Y/N flashed her best puppy dog eyes at Dean, a look she had picked up before she had met the Winchesters but had perfected after watching Sam in action.

“Who needs friends?” Dean scoffed.  Y/N looked hurt by his words so Dean backpedaled.  “I’m kidding, I’ll be in in a little bit, ok?  If I lose track of time, come and get me when the grub’s ready.”

Y/N brightened up and pulled Dean into another hug which he returned half heartedly.  “You’re my best friend, you know that right?” she mumbled into his shoulder before pulling away.  If Y/N noticed his lack of enthusiasm, she didn’t mention it as she bounced back into the bunker.

I'd drive through the night Just to be near you, baby Heart old and testified Tell me that I'm not crazy

Dean was on a job about seven hours from home.  It felt good to be back out in the world and tackling a case, even if his partner on this one didn’t have the intelligence, training, and natural skill of his brother or Y/N.  The case had turned out to be just a run of the mill salt and burn but figuring out whose bones to burn hadn’t been the easiest and Dean’s fresh eyes had been just the boost the hunter on the job had needed.  

They had just finished packing up their bags and were about to head out to the cemetery when Dean’s phone rang.  Normally, he’d let it go to voicemail at a time like this but he glanced at the screen and saw it was Y/N.  He hit the green “answer” button and pressed the phone to his ear as he exited the motel room and walked around to Baby’s trunk to throw his overnight bag in there.  “Hey sweetheart, what’s up?”  

He paused at the Impala’s trunk.  Y/N was in tears on the other end of the phone.  A million thoughts raced through Dean’s head: Was she ok?  Was Sam ok?  Was one of them hurt?  Where was Sam?  Why was Y/N calling him instead of her fiancé?

The other hunter looked at Dean impatiently.  Dean knew that they were burning moonlight but he couldn’t seem to say that to Y/N.  Instead, he listened to her sobs, making out what words he could as he cooed reassurances into the phone.  When he had heard enough to realize that Y/N and Sam had had a huge fight and that his brother had stormed out of the bunker and wasn’t responding to calls or texts, Dean made a decision.  “I’m coming home,” he told Y/N, “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

Dean hung up the phone and turned to the hunter who had called him in on the case.  “You know which bones you need to burn, right?”

The hunter nodded, confused.

“Good, I’ve gotta get back.  Emergency at home.”  Instead of getting into the other man’s car, Dean jogged around to the driver’s side of his Impala and got behind the wheel.  He started the car and peeled out of the parking lot, leaving the other hunter in the dust.  Dean drove straight through the night, pushing Baby as much as he dared on the mostly empty roads.

He was home in five and a half hours.

I'm not asking for a lot Just that you're honest with me My pride is all I got I'm saying baby

A few months passed and things fell back to normal among Y/N, Sam, and Dean.  Y/N and Sam still weren’t hunting but they weren’t arguing too much, either.  Sam didn’t want to rely on credit card scams to pay for their wedding so he and Y/N were both working in town, Sam answered phones and made deliveries for a florist and Y/N was waiting tables and tending bar.  

Whenever Dean would leave for a case, things in the bunker would get tense but he didn’t know why.  At least Y/N didn’t call him in tears again but when he’d return, sometimes still covered in guts and gore, Dean would notice that she seemed to be walking on eggshells around Sam.  He never asked about it but, usually, by the time he had a meal, a shower, and a nap, Y/N and Sam were back to their regular selves.  

After one particularly grueling hunt, Dean got back around mid-day.  Sam was already at work but Y/N didn’t have to go into the bar until later in the day.  She was in the kitchen when he got home and, after his shower, she set a sandwich down in front of him.  Dean took a bite and thanked her through his mouthful of food, looking up into her sad eyes.  

Dean swallowed quickly and asked, “What’s got you so down?”

Y/N tried to assure him that it was nothing but Dean knew her too well.  Eventually, she confessed.  “I miss hunting, Dean.  I miss being out on the road and chasing down the bad guys.  I miss helping people.”  Y/N paused, looking down at the table for a minute before she continued, her eyes downcast.  “I hate working at the bar,” she whispered.  “You know those assholes who would hit on me, no matter what, even if you and Sam were around?”

Dean clenched his fist at the reminder and he nodded.  It happened every now and again that a man wouldn’t take “no” for an answer and it had nearly ended in violence more than once.  

“Well, it would seem that a lot more men turn into that kind of guy when they know you have to be nice and can’t leave before your shift is over.”

Dean saw red.  He wanted to follow Y/N into work tonight and punch any guy who even looked at her the wrong way.  Instead, he asked, “Have you told Sam any of this? 

Y/N laughed a little.  “Not about the guys, no.  He’d go ballistic.  But the other stuff… Sam’s so set on paying for this wedding ‘the honest way’ but I’ve mentioned it here and there.”

Dean could tell that she was lying and he was pretty sure she’d mentioned it more than “here and there.”  Knowing Y/N, she’d probably even brought it up every time Dean took a case.  It would explain the tension whenever he got back.

“Look, I’m sorry, Dean.  I didn’t mean to pull you into the middle of all of this.  Sam’s your brother, it’s not fair.”

Dean reached out and took Y/N’s hand in his.  It fit so well, he thought.  Dean shook his head, trying to clear his mind of thoughts like that, they were dangerous, but before he could stop himself, the words came spilling out.  “Do you really love him?”

Please have mercy on me Take it easy on my heart Even though you don't mean to hurt me You keep tearing me apart Would you please have mercy on me I'm a puppet on your string And even though you got good intentions I need you to set me free Would you please have mercy, mercy on my heart Would you please have mercy, mercy on my heart

A couple of weeks after the incident in the kitchen, as Dean had taken to calling it in his mind, Sam and Y/N had a weekend off at the same time.  It also happened that Dean had caught a case near by.  It looked to be a milk run, a werewolf or two, and Dean was happy to have his brother and Y/N back on the job with him.  There had been an excitement in the Impala, Y/N was practically buzzing to be back out there hunting.

On the first night of the hunt, they retired back to their motel after dinner.  The trio needed to conduct a few more interviews the next day and they figured by nightfall they should know who the wolves were and where they would find them.  

They had booked two rooms and Dean walked into his looking forward to a night with the latest Casa Erotica and the magic fingers.  He showered and settled into his bed, starting off in boxers and a t-shirt.  He was about to turn on the magic fingers when he heard shouting through the wall.  

“Would you just LISTEN to me?” It was Y/N’s voice.  “I hate working at that damned bar.  I MISS this Sam; so much.”

Sam’s response was quieter but his voice was no less intense than Y/N’s had been.  “We decided that this would be the best way to do this.  Work and save for a year so that you could have the dress you want and the cake you want and the venue and the people that you want.”

Y/N laughed and her voice was incredulous when she finally spoke again.  “No, Sam, we did not decide.  You decided.  Don’t you dare pin this on me.  You decided we should work and save.  You decided that I wanted a dress.  You’re the one with visions of cakes and venues and dresses.  I want to hunt.  I don’t give a damn where we get married, Sam; Elvis could do it in a 24-hour chapel the next time a job takes us through Vegas for all I care.  I want to be out on the road with your brother, helping people and making a difference.”

“You don’t give a damn?” Sam’s voice was cold and acidic.  “Well, Dean’s right next door, then.”

A moment later a door slammed and someone was pounding on Dean’s door.  Dean figured his brother had stormed out again and was looking for a place to cool down.

“Could you be any louder?” Dean sassed when he opened the door, looking toward where he expected to see his brother’s face.

Instead, Dean was met with a clear view of the almost full moon in the sky.  His gaze traveled downwards a little until he took in the crying form of Y/N.  Dean knew he should walk her back to the room she was sharing with Sam, maybe even stick around and try to get them to listen - and actually hear - one another.  But he didn’t do that.  He opened the door wider, letting her in and, once Dean had closed the door, he opened his arms to Y/N.  She hugged him tightly.  

“You heard all of that, then?” she sniffed.

Dean rubbed her back and walked her over towards the bed.  She was still in her fed suit from earlier so once she was sitting, he crossed to his own bag and pulled out another pair of boxers and another t-shirt.  He tossed them to Y/N and went into the bathroom, shutting the door and giving her some privacy to change if she wanted.  Dean brushed his teeth extra well and came out a few minutes later to find Y/N curled up and asleep in his clothes on one side of the king sized bed.  

Consuming all the air inside my lungs Ripping all the skin from off my bones I'm prepared to sacrifice my life I would gladly do it twice 

The next argument started while Y/N and Sam were in the bunker’s library.  Dean was in the kitchen making dinner while the couple was working on some research for a case Y/N and Dean would be leaving for the next morning.  That had been their compromise: Y/N left her job at the bar and was hunting with Dean again while Sam was still working for the florist and helped with research when he could.  Both had seemed mostly happy with the arrangement.

Dean wasn’t sure what they were arguing about this time but when the voices began wafting into the kitchen, they were really getting into it.  

“You know what, just go,” Sam was saying.  “You always run off to Dean whenever we fight, anyway.”

Hearing his name brought into their argument, Dean put down the spatula he was holding and made his way into the library.  “Sam, that’s uncalled for and you know it.  You both handle your disagreements better when you’ve had a little time to cool down and think.”

Sam was standing near one of the doorways.  “Yeah, and last time it took the two of you all night to ‘cool down and think,’ I guess.”  The younger Winchester turned on his heel and stalked away, down the hall towards his bedroom.

Y/N looked up at Dean, fear and anger in her eyes.  “You shouldn’t have done that.  I didn’t need your help.”

She took off after Sam, leaving Dean alone in the library.  “I’d do it again in a heartbeat, sweetheart,” he said into the empty room.

Please have mercy on me Take it easy on my heart Even though you don't mean to hurt me You keep tearing me apart Would you please have mercy on me I'm a puppet on your string And even though you got good intentions I need you to set me free

Y/N and Sam had worked through some of their issues, it seemed, after the last argument but something still wasn’t sitting right with Dean.  One afternoon when Sam was home from work and Y/N was making a supply run, Dean approached his brother.  “Sam, can I talk to you for a minute?”

Sam sat up straighter immediately and looked suspicious.  “What’s going on?”

“Cool your jets; I just want to talk, man,” Dean replied as simply as he could.

That only made Sam’s face grow even more concerned.  “You never want to just talk, Dean.  What’s wrong?”

Dean sat down opposite his brother.  “I’m gonna go.  For a couple of months,” Dean started.

Sam was surprised to say the least and tried to interrupt his brother.

“Sam, let me get through this,” he pleaded.  When his brother closed his mouth and nodded, Dean continued.  “I want to get back to the basics.  Living on the road, one motel to the next, hustling pool or cards to pay for the room.  You and Y/N, you’re doing better but you’re obviously still working on some stuff.  Hell, I’ve got my own shit to work through and it’ll probably be better for everyone if we work on it separately. 

Sam’s eyes went wide in realization but Dean pressed on.

“It’s not forever; I’ll be back.  I just need some space and the open road beneath my Baby’s wheels.”

A silence lingered between the brothers for a moment.  Finally, Sam spoke.

“You’re in love with Y/N.”

It wasn’t a question and Dean didn’t respond, but his silence spoke volumes.

“For how long?” Sam asked.  He didn’t seem angry or upset, just curious, like all of the missing pieces were falling into place.

Dean took a deep breath and looked his brother in the eye.  “Since the first time we met her.”  Dean stood from the table.  “You’ve got an amazing girl, so don’t fuck things up with her.”

Sam stood, too, and crossed around the table to Dean, pulling his brother into a tight hug.  “You be safe out there.  Call if you need anything - research, backup, anything - I’m serious.  And come home safe.”

Dean squeezed Sam.  “I will, little brother.  Someone’s got to stand up as best man for your scrawny ass at your wedding.”

I'm begging you for mercy, mercy Begging you, begging you, please, baby I'm begging you for mercy, mercy Ooh, I'm begging you, I'm begging you

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[summer-binging-spn]

Unfixable

Word Count: 310 (Before lyrics)

Warnings: Angsty, mentions of Kali, heartbroken Gabe

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Tags: @lucifer-in-leather @ravengirl94 @wayward-mirage @helvonasche @mamaredd123 @myplaceofthingsilove @assbutt-still-in-hell @casbabydontgoineedyou

Author's Note: I know it’s short, and I’m so so sorry. This is for @deathtonormalcy56 ‘s double birthday challenge. It’s been insane lately and my brain isn’t functioning properly. But the song I got was Take me to Church by Hozier and the prompt I got was Don’t leave me.

My lover’s got humor

She's the giggle at a funeral

Knows everybody's disapproval

I should've worshipped her sooner

If the heavens ever did speak

She's the last true mouthpiece

Every Sunday's getting more bleak

A fresh poison each week

“Don't leave me,” “Let me go,” you growl, pulling away from him. “I'll do better, I promise. I won't stay away as long. I'll come home every day,” Gabriel pleads grasping the bottom of your shirt. “It's not that Gabe,” you whisper pulling away from him. “What is it? I'll fix it, whatever it is I'll fix it. I'll worship you, I'll take you to the movies, anything you want,” he says, grasping your hand. “Gabriel let me go, you can't fix this,” you bark. “Of course I can, I can fix it,” he pleads. “So you're going to stop moping about Kali? About how she doesn't love you anymore?” You ask, avoiding the hurt look in his eyes. “I will always love her, you knew that when we started dating,” he defends himself weakly.

“I understand that Gabriel, but I also understand that it's not necessary for you to talk about her when you're here. I understand you miss her but I love you, and I'm not going to sit here and watch you wither away to nothing while she's happily living,” you say and push him off grabbing you bag. You get into the car and make your way to the bunker. You manage to keep your emotions at bay while you’re in the car and when you open the bunker door.. You step inside the bunker and walk down the stairs, managing to hold back your tears. “I thought you were living with Gabriel,” Dean says when you get to the library. “Hi Dean, I'm great thanks for asking,” you grumble sarcastically. “If you are living with Gabriel, why are you here?” “I left him. He wouldn't stop talking about Kali and I was so tired of watching him hurt over someone like her,” you whisper, sitting down in front of him. “Oh,” Dean mumbles and pours you a drink. You sit in front of him and try to drink the thoughts of Gabriel away.

[deathtonormalcy56]

Kiki’s 1k/Birthday/Tumblrversary Celebration!

Yeah, that’s a mouthful. In a little over two months I will not only be celebrating my 20th birthday, but also my blog’s one year birthday as well! On top of that, I’m also getting extremely close to hitting my next follower milestone - 1000!!

I’m a little excited, is it too hard to tell?

Originally I had wanted to do separate celebrations for each thing, but then realized that would probably be insane, so one huge agglomerate of festivities it is. Before I get into what I have planned, I just want to give a quick thank you to all of ya’ll! I love our fandom, and I love you. xoxo

First Activity - Q&A!

This is something I actually have been saving for when I hit 1k for quite some time now. But basically, my inbox will be open from now  until the end of the month for you all to send in any random question you want to know about me or my life. I will hold onto them and then make a nice (hopefully) video to post sometime in the beginning of May (if I survive finals). Feel free to be as nosy as you like, and to blow up my inbox.

Second Activity - Prompt & Playlist Challenge!

I’ve decided to host another challenge. Woo! This time around if you choose to partake, you will not only receive a prompt from yours truly, but also a song from my very broad playlist. 

EDIT (4/4/2017): THIS IS NOT ONLY A WRITING CHALLENGE, BUT ALSO OPEN TO ART/GRAPHICS/GIFS/ASTHETICS.

How to Enter:

Since my birthday falls in the summer, to receive your prompt/song send me an ask telling me one thing you’re looking forward to this summer. I will only be taking these through my askbox, NOT my PM. 

Specify what you are planning on creating (writing, art, etc.).

You don’t have to be following me, but if you want to feel free.

You also don’t have to be experienced! This could be your first work, or your 5000th, all are welcome.

WRITERS:

Rules:

SPN fandom ONLY

Can be any ship/pairing (this includes reader inserts), angst or fluff, just no smut. It can be hinted at and whatnot, just not explicit.

Please tag me in the work, and in the first five tags put #Kiki’sP&PChallenge. I get tagged in quite a bit of stuff, so I want to make sure I know what is what. If you don’t see me like it within 3 days, message me privately.

There is NO WORD LIMIT. If you write a 30k fic, I will read it, no lie. It can also be used in an existing series!

You must use BOTH the song and the prompt assigned to you. You are at liberty to use it however you choose, just gotta make sure it’s in there somewhere.

DEADLINE FOR SIGN UPS ARE JUNE 1ST - my blog’s birthday! 

SUBMISSIONS ARE DUE JUNE 26TH - my birthday! Happy birthday to me. ;) All of these will be put onto a masterlist of sorts, so this is a definitive deadline at this time. I also know it’s right around Angst Appreciation Day, but I’m giving ya’ll over two months to get it done. If something does come up closer to the deadline, message me and we can work something out. (:

ART/GRAPHICS/GIFS/ASTHETICS:

Like I said, I have decided to open up my P&P Challenge to all art/graphics/gif/asthetic makers! You enter as described above, but the rules differ slightly.

Rules:

SPN fandom ONLY

Please tag me in the work, and in the first five tags put #Kiki’sP&PChallenge. I get tagged in quite a bit of stuff, so I want to make sure I know what is what. If you don’t see me like it within 3 days, message me privately.

You will receive only a song, to give an overall theme to the work. It is up to you to choose one to three lines from the song that you will use as your “prompt.” The lines do not have to be on the work per sey, but you can quote them in the post itself.

DEADLINE FOR SIGN UPS ARE JUNE 1ST, AND ALL SUBMISSIONS ARE DUE JUNE 26TH AS WELL. But again, if something comes up, feel free to let me know!

I know it may be a tad early, but like I said, I want to give ya’ll more than enough time to get those creative juices flowing. Don’t be afraid to ask me any questions, my askbox is always open. I look forward to what ya’ll come up with! xoxo

(Tagging my forevers below and some mutuals for a possible signal boost?)

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@lucifersagents

@deans-wife-has-needs @pinknerdpanda

@lovemesomepie85

[datsjcutta]

It’s my birthday so I’m have some fun #pussychallenge #forthepussychallenge #thepchallenge #pchallenge #birthdaymonth #birthdayboy