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[fuiabarcelos]

Supernatural (Taylor’s version)

Hello hunters and Swifties!

I love reading supernatural stories inspired by songs and I'm addicted to Taylor Swift, so I decided to recommend stories inspired by her songs.

If I find more stories I might think about doing a part 2 or an update.

1 - Speak Now: By @darling-i-read-it

“Based on the song speak now”

Info: One shot - 1100 Words

Warnings: “Hexing being a bad thing, weddings, Fluff.” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Speak Now.

2 - Speak Now: By @bi-bard

“(Season 7, Episode 8) During a trip that was meant to be a vacation, (Y/n) and Dean are met with some very surprising new from Sam and an old face.”

The author didn't say if it's really inspired by taylor's song, I just deduced that it was. If I'm wrong, I'm sorry.

Info: One shot - 1695 Words.

Warnings: “Drugging, threats of violence” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Speak Now.

3 - When I saw your face: By @seriesxwriting

The story of how enchanted it was to meet Sam Winchester.

Info: One shot - 2069 Words.

Warnings: “Drinking, swearing?” - Warnings described by the creator.

Song: Enchanted.

4 - I Remember it All Too Well: By @bi-bard

“The story of the two hunters that lasted far longer than they should’ve. Each chapter shows that Sam and (Y/n) were either meant to last a lifetime or fall apart at the seams. (I used season 11 as a reference for ages)”

Info: One shot - 4905 Words.

Warnings: “Break-up, unhealthy relationship, arguing, cussing, I made Sam a terrible person and I'm not sorry about it.”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: All too well (10 minute version).

5 - All You Had to do Was Stay: By @hellooo-tricksters

“When Sam jumped into the pit, you were devastated, you thought you would never get him back. Then he returns and he is not who he used to be, he is rude, aggressive and cheats on you. He goes, and after a year he returns at your door.”

Info: One shot -  2172 Words.

Warnings: “Swearing, a little angst and maybe a little fluff too.”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: All you had to do was stay. 

6 -  How You Get the Girl:  By @hellooo-tricksters

“ It has been 6 months since you’ve last seen Sam. And now he decides to show up? “

Info: One shot - 1627 Words.

Warnings: “Swearing, smut if you squint I think…”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: How You get the girl.

7 - Welcome to New York: By @d-s-winchester

An AU series, where each chapter is inspired by a song from the album 1989.

Info: Series - 13 Chapters. 

Warnings: “Angst, drinking, language, smut sorta” (Most of the chapters have no warning.)  Warnings described by the creator.

Songs: Welcome to New York, Blank space, Style, Out of the Woods, All You Had To Do Was Stay, Shake it off, I Wish You Would, Bad blood, Wildest Dreams, How You Get The Girl, This Love, I Know Places and Clean.

8 - Gorgeous: By @justagirlinafandomworld

“Sam Winchester ruined your life. And he might know it.”

Info: Drabble - 100 words.

Warnings: “Secondhand embarrassment probably. Maybe feel a little called out?”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Gorgeous.

9 - Paper rings: By @bi-bard

“(Season 12) After everything happened with the British Men of Letters and the return of Mary Winchester, Sam does a lot of thinking about his future. Specifically, his future with his partner.”

The author didn't say if it's really inspired by taylor's song, I just deduced that it was. If I'm wrong, I'm sorry.

Info: Drabble - 983 Words.

Warnings: “Mentions of torture” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Paper rings.

10 -  The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me: By @bi-bard

“(Season 7) Sam had been struggling since he had come back from the cage. As his condition worsens, (Y/n) tries everything to help him.”

Info:  Drabble - 746 Words

Warnings: “hallucinations, past trauma”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Peace.

11 - Look at this idiotic fool that you made me: By @bi-bard

“(Y/n) finally puts their foot down with Sam. Sam trips over it.”

Info: Drabble - 787 Words

Warnings: “mentions of sex”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: illicit affairs

1 -  Head First, Fearless: By @swiftlymoniquesblog

“ “But you’re just so cool, run your hands through your hair, absent mindedly makin’ me want you” from Fearless by Taylor Swift!”

Info: One shot - 2048 Words

Warnings: All the fluff!  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Fearless.

2 - Enchanted:  By @d-s-winchester

“All I can say is I was, Enchanted to meet you”

Info: One shot - 1428 Words.

Warnings: “Language, fluff” - Warnings described by the creator.

Song: Enchanted.

3 - Speak now:  By @d-s-winchester​

“Speak now or forever hold your peace”

Info: One shot - 1305 Words.

Warnings: “None.” - Warnings described by the creator.

Song: Speak Now.

4 - Red:   By @d-s-winchester

“Missing him was dark gray, all alone”

Info: One shot -1048 Words

Warnings: “Sadness, heartbreak, death, dealing with death” - Warnings described by the creator.

Song: Red.

5 - All to well: By @the-winchester-pie​

Info: One shot - 2071 Words

Warnings: Angst?

Song: All too well. 

6 -  I’d Say I Love You Even at Your Darkest: By @bi-bard

“Doubt and guilt creeps in and convinces Dean to run for the hills. (Y/n) refuses to let Dean believe that they would ever be happier without him.”

Info: One shot - 1838 Words.

Warnings: “Self-doubt, arguing, cussing”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Forever winter.

7 - Style:  By @hellooo-tricksters

“Dean and the reader are in a no strings attached relationship since they met on a hunt. It passionate, steamy and complicated, but they keep returning on the same path, not matter which road they take.”

Info: One shot - 1869 Words.

Warnings: “Slight smut, mainly mentioning of it, maybe swearing, cheating?”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator. 

Song: Style.  

8 -  Dorothea: By @imaginestuffs

“Dean “doesn’t like” your music, or so he says.”

Info: Drabble - 913 Words.

Warnings: “ A few curse words I believe, and fluff!!”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Dorothea.

9 - Bloodmoonlit: By @moonlightspencie

“ Six years of friendship with more simmering beneath the surface. They thought they had no chance (but that’s romance).”

Info: One shot - 5400 Words.  

Warnings: “Drinking (a lot of it tbh), both of em being massive dorks, 18+ pls bc it gets mildly spicy at the end.”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Glitch.

1 -  I'll Let You In: By @bi-bard

“(Season 7 + 9) After gaining his memory back, Castiel has to leave to go help the Winchesters. (Y/n) promises to leave the door open to him. They weren’t expecting him to actually come back.”

Info: One shot - 2490 Words.

Warnings: “Mentions of death”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: That’s When.

2 - Shake it off: By @kaz2y5-imagines

Dean and Sam find you and Castiel dancing "Shake it off" in the bunker.

Info: One shot - 1696 Words.

Warnings: None?

Song: Shake it off.

3 - Bad blood:  By @hellooo-tricksters

“Castiel finds the reader after they broke up 3 months ago. It was ugly, hard and painful, but now, now she works for Crowley. She’s a demon and she’s got all the right ways to show him what he did to her. He’ll pay.”

Info: One shot - 1439 Words.

Warnings: “Swearing, torture...slightly… Demon!Reader”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Bad blood.

 4 - My lover:  By @swiftlymoniquesblog

Info: Drabble - 574 Words.

Warnings: Fluff, slight mention of relationship doubts

Song: Lover.

5 -  I'm setting off, but not without my muse: By @bi-bard

“ Monsters are known for terrifying people. Some monsters even scare themselves.”

Info: One shot - 1575 Words. 

Warnings: “Character death, angst, suicide (seriously, read with caution)”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: The lakes.

6 -  And if I didn't know better, I'd think you were talking to me now: By @bi-bard​

“ (Y/n) had grown up with the Winchesters, but Castiel was the one who really took on a father role over the years. (Y/n) has to cope with losing him and having someone else claim to be his kid.”

Info: Drabble - 866 words

Warnings: “Mentions of death, grieving, Child!Reader”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Marjorie.

7 - Safe and sound:  By @d-s-winchester

Info: One shot - 1231 Words.

Warnings: None  - Warnings described by the creator.

Song: Safe and sound.

If you guys know of more supernatural stories inspired by taylow swift songs, let me know as I might put them in part 2/update.

Enjoy the stories!

To the writers: You are amazing!

[cyarskaren1999-blog]

fuiabarcelos 

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Bingo: Taylor Swift Songs

Champagne problems: Is love pain?

Champagne problems: Amar é sofrer?

[alicewonderao3]

Scent

Summary: Orange and bergamot always meant fear and pain.

Pairings: Dark!Steve Rogersxreader, Dean Winchesterxreader

Warnings: attempted kidnapping, hair pulling, bruises.

Authors note: The word I got was scent. This is what I came up with. Life has not been kind to me lately, so hopefully, this sleepover can help me work some things out. I had no beta, so all grammar and spelling mistakes are mine. Thanks, @the-slumberparty

Bright citrus and bergamot hung in the bunker, softly wafting under my nose and waking me up. I shot up like a light, the scent instantly taking me back to New York and the Tower. My heart raced in my chest as I was suddenly overcome by memories. I tried to stop myself before panic could take over, reminding myself that he didn't even know where I was, but even through the deep breaths, the panic lingered on the edges of my mind.

I slowly got out of bed, tugging on one of Dean's flannels, and eased the door open. The scent was faint here, outside the door, but I slowly followed it along the hallway, past the library, and down the hall again, nervousness slowly taking over the closer I edged to the kitchen. The scent was stronger here, and I gently pushed the door open to where the scent was the strongest.

But there was nothing. No one lingered behind the door in the dark and the kitchen was as quiet as it was yesterday before I'd gone to bed. I took a deep, steadying breath and turned around to go back to bed, already chastising myself for being scared over nothing when I smelled it again.

This time it was right in front of my nose, the cheerful notes of orange and bergamot almost gleefully laughing at me now. This was no dream. I kept my eyes closed, the scent of orange permeating my entire being. I didn't want to open my eyes, didn't want to be faced with reality, but I slowly opened my eyes to see Steve standing there in front of me.

I felt my heart sink. He'd found me. Somehow, some way, he'd found me. I didn't try to hide my expression, didn't try to hide the sadness and anger that swept over me in large waves, threatening to bring me down.

Steve met my gaze, his eyes both cold and happy at the same time. "I told you, sweetheart, that I would find you no matter where you went. It's time to come home." I could hear the soft command in his voice, knew he was serious. But I couldn't make my feet move, couldn't do anything but pray silently to Cas, hoping he'd hear me.

I stayed still, "No." My one thought was spoken softly at first, but I was firmer as I repeated myself. "No, I won't go." Steve didn't say anything, but his angry expression spoke volumes. He reached out and grabbed my arm, twisting it hard as he drove me back towards the bedrooms. I tried to stop him but I was no match for a super soldier no matter how hard I tried to fight.

He shoved me towards the bedrooms as the soft woosh of wings filled the bunker. Cas. I heard his footsteps and turned around, running toward the sound of his voice calling out my name. Steve was hot on my heels, and he caught up with me before yanking me back toward him as I rounded the corner, my eyes catching on not just Cas, but Dean too.

I fell onto the floor, wincing as Steve yanked me back by my hair. The only thing I could smell in the air now was strong and sharp, like the air before a thunderstorm. Over my head, the men traded barbs as the air almost became electrified, the scents swirling and sparking in the air. The fight would have been comical had I been paying attention to how short it was.

Cas and Sam, who I didn't even know was there, managed to subdue Steve, shoving him towards the entrance of the bunker even as he promised me he'd find me again. His voice rang out even as the Angel held him back, "There is nowhere you can't run, sweetheart."

His words echoed in my head as I stared at Dean, a bruise slowly forming on his face. My face grew hot, my eyes pricked with tears and I felt my lip wobble as I stared at him. He opened his arms and I flew across the room toward him, his soft grunt reached my ears I collided with him.

He held me tightly in his arms, whispering in my hair, and the scent of orange and bergamot was slowly replaced by the soft, earthly scent of sage, the woody scent of cedar and florals. I closed my eyes and breathed in Dean's scent, the panic receding as I calmed down. This feeling of warmth spread through my chest, this was home.

Right here in Dean's arms, safe and protected, just like he always promised me, was the scent of sage and cedar and it would always be what I loved best.

[sams-kinky-girl]

Sweet Tooth

(GIF Not Mine)

Summary: Sam meets a girl who works at a bakery.

Word Count: 700

A/N: This is a completely fluff-filled, self-indulgence and I am not sorry at all. I hope you enjoy!

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“No Dean,” sighed the tall man. “We don’t need any more pie.” The two hunters had just finished a case in a small town and were walking back to where they parked the Impala when they passed by the small bakery. There was a small hand drawn sign in the window that read: Home-Made Pie, Baked Fresh Daily! This was the sign that caught Dean’s attention.

“Nonsense Sammy!” Dean exclaimed already halfway through the door. “We always need more pie.” Sam could do nothing but follow his brother into the shop.

The inside of the bakery smelt amazing. Dean made a bee-line straight for the massive glass case full of sweets and baked goods. Sam however was frozen just inside the door. Sitting behind the register was a girl. Most might call her plain, but Sam thought she was absolutely perfect. Her (Y/H/C) hair was pulled back in a tight bun, and she wore a large cardigan around her frame. It almost looked like a blanket rather than a piece of clothing. She was wearing a pair of glasses that slid down her nose which was buried so deep in the thick book she was reading she hadn’t yet noticed the two men. Sam was grateful for the moment he had to compose himself before he approached her.

He gently cleared his throat and the girl jumped. “Sorry,” Sam said with a small smile. “My name is Sam and that’s Dean.”

It was the girls turn to get her thoughts in order. Standing before her was the most gorgeous man she had ever laid eyes on. The other man was also handsome but he had nothing on the giant with the soft eyes. It took her a few breaths to pull herself together enough to speak. “Welcome to the bakery! What can I get for you two gentlemen?”

Dean scoffed at the word, “I don’t know about gentlemen, but I gotta have one of those pies. Do you have cherry?” The girl hopped down off of her stool and walked over to stand behind the case.

“As a matter of fact we do. They just came out of the oven a few minutes ago, I think they are still warm,” she said and her words made Dean practically drool on the glass. The girl gently took out one of the pies out and expertly wrapped it in a box. She handed the box to dean and turned back to Sam. “Is there anything I can get for you?”

Dean answered before Sam had a chance, “Him? Oh no he doesn’t eat sweets. He’s too full of rabbit food.” The glare Sam sent Dean was murderous.

The girl giggled and Sam’s annoyance vanished instantly. “Well then, Bugs,” she smiled at him. “How about my famous carrot cake cupcakes? They’re my signature item.”

“Sure, they sound great,” Sam quickly replied before Dean had a chance to open his mouth again. “I’ll take two, please.” The girl quickly placed two of the treats into a small box and placed it atop the pie box in Dean’s hands. She then slipped back over to the register to tally up their total. Sam paid while Dean shouted a quick thanks over his shoulder already headed out the door. “So,” Sam began, “I never caught your name.”

“Oh, sorry,” the girl blushed. “It’s (Y/N). No one ever bothers to remember it anyway. They don’t seem to care”

“Well, I definitely care,” Sam said softly. “I was actually gonna ask if I could take you out sometime, maybe for dinner or just some drinks or something?” He looked a little embarrassed as he asked.

The blush on (Y/N)’s cheeks deepened. “Sure,” she smiled up at him. “I get done tonight at 5.”

Sam grinned widely, “Perfect. I’ll come back then and pick you up?” (Y/N) nodded.

As Sam left the bakery, his steps felt lighter and he would swear the sun felt warmer than usual on his skin. Dean noticed the change in his brothers demeanor instantly. “I’m going to the bar alone tonight aren’t I?” He asked.

“Yes,” Sam replied with a slight smirk. “And I’m gonna need the car.”

[thewnchstrs]

“It’s been a long time since I’ve done something like this, and I- I really don’t want to mess this up.”

[nataliehasanimagination]

Teleportation

Pairing- Jack Kline x Reader

Warnings- None

“Teleport?” Jack asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “Can you teleport? Cas can teleport. He does it all the time.”

“Um, I don’t know,” Jack said.

“Y/N,” Sam said. “Leave Jack alone, he’ll figure out things in his own time.”

“I was only wondering, I wasn’t pressuring him to do anything.”

“Mhm, go get ready for the hunt.”

“When you figure out how to teleport, let me know,” I whispered to Jack. “I’ll show you a good time outside of motel rooms and the bunker.”

“Y/N Winchester!” Sam yelled.

“I’m going, I’m going.”

[themind-on-paper]

You’re Safe

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Fandom: Supernatural

Wordcount: 279

It was one of those days...

Your thoughts were haunting you again. You woke up with nightmares and sweat dripping from your forehead. This was the third night in a row.

You didn’t tell the boys yet but the dark circles under your eyes were saying enough.

You walked into the kitchen, both boys sitting at the table with their coffee in their hands. 

“Morning sunshine, ”Dean said.

“Morning.” You said towards him, walking straight towards the coffee machine.

You could feel their eyes on you. You took a cup from the cabin above you and purred a cup of coffee.

“Is everything okay Y/N?” Sam asked.

You took a sip of your coffee before looking towards them.

“Yeah, everything is fine.” The words came despreaded out your mouth then you expected.

“Are you sure?” Dean said. His face showing worry.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You gave them a last smile before leaving the kitchen.

The day was horrible to get through. You were getting tired and slow doing the simpled jobs. And the boys didn’t let you take a step without asking if you were okay.

The night had fallen. You were laying in bed staring at the ceiling. You were trying to go to bed in a positive mind, maybe you're nightmares would stay away.

“Y/N, wake up. Everything is okay.” You heard Dean’s voice said.

“You're safe,” Sam said right after.

You opened your eyes and saw Dean’s hazel green eyes look towards you.

A smile appearing on his face when he saw you looking towards him.

“We will protect you. You’re safe.” He said putting a few of your hairs behind your ear.

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[sakuwriteshere]

The Unknown Season - Chapter 1: Awakening

Summary:  Reader went to bed just like any other night but once the reader wakes up she’s not in her bedroom anymore. (I know it's pretty lame but I don't want to give away the plot yet)

Pairing: Dean WinchesterxReader, Sam WinchesterxReader (friendship)

Warnings: None I can think about. Swearing maybe?

Words count: 1413

A/N: I know this plot had been use too many times already, but this idea came up one day and wouldn’t disappear, so I had to write it down. The story is set up after season 12 but it's kind of AU because Castiel is still here and the only fact that I kept from the season finale is Crowley's death.

English isn’t my first language and it’s been way too long since I wrote in English so I deeply apologize for any grammar mistake/error.

Last thing; this is going to be a series but I’m not sure of what to think of it so please feel free to give me any constructive feedback.

Disclamer: I do NOT own Supernatural or any character of the show which are the CW company properties. This work is for free entertainment only.

                                                 Chapter 1: Awakening

It was the end of the day at last. You hated Mondays and not only because it was the beginning of the week. It meant that you started another long and suffering week of work. You hated your job. Well, to be honest you enjoyed your job as a waitress, it was the customers you didn't like. The grabby customers. What was so sexy in wearing an apron anyway? You swore men would only be thinking with their lower brain when they got a glimpse of the little attire.

You threw yourself in your couch and sighed heavily. You took off your shoes and tucked your legs under you. The house was silent which felt good after the whole noisy night at the restaurant. You enjoyed the silence for a moment, closing your eyes and hoping the migraine you had for almost an hour would leave you alone. Half an hour had passed, and you decided to take a shower before relaxing in your living room.

The hot water felt great and you realized that the migraine left, indeed. A good point since you wanted to have a glass of red wine before going to bed. Once you got out of the bathroom you put on your pajamas which consisted of a pair grey shorts and tee with the big face of Hello Kitty in the middle of it with a slight touch of pink making the whole thing a bit girly. You took a wine glass and poured a generous amount of the red liquid then went to sat on your couch again. You grabbed your laptop and started it. You checked your e-mails then went to your favorite website to indulge your guilty pleasure: reading fanfics.

You loved reading. Your living room walls consisted of bookshelves full of books. Fantasy, thrillers, romantic novels, ... You read everything, you weren't picky. If the story was interesting, the plot believable and the characters realistic it was enough for you.

You picked a Supernatural fanfiction, the hiatus having the best of you. You couldn't wait to see what would happened in the next season and thanks to the wonderful community of fans, you had something to entertain you before the next season premiere.

As you felt your eyes closing and the words in front of you becoming a blurry mess, you checked the clock on the wall and realized that it was already 3 in the morning. You had a late shift the next day so it didn't bother you so much, knowing you could sleep late in the morning. You closed your laptop and dragged your feet into your bedroom. It didn't take too long before you fell asleep.

In the middle of the night you woke up, consciousness poking your sleepy brain, but you didn’t open your eyes. You felt dizzy and your you became aware of the sweat in your lower back and the back of your neck. You ignored it and fell asleep once again.

When you finally opened your eyes the next morning, your hand patted the side of the bed, and strange habit you had for as long as you could remember without knowing the reason behind it. It was empty, as always. However, the bedsheets didn't feel like the ones you were used to. It felt like soft silk and you knew your bedsheets were made of cotton. The air around you felt heavy and a strange scent hit your nose: dust. It felt like the room had been closed for a long time. You sat up on your bed and that was when reality hit you: You weren't in your room.

You couldn't see a single thing inside the room since it was pitch black which was the problem, you knew it was morning time so where was the sunlight? More importantly where was your window? Your heart started to beat faster as panic rose inside of you. With a trembling hand you patted around you in hope of finding a lamp next to you. You sighed as your trembling fingers brushed against a button and once you pushed it a soft light let you see where you were.

You weren't in your room, of that you were sure now. The few old furniture around you weren't yours and your eyes stared at the boring walls. Yep. No windows.

You jumped from the bed, your brain thinking about hundred scenarios. You've drank too much the previous night and went with a strange guy. Or you've been kidnapped in the middle of the night by a strange guy and now were his prisoner. And so, on and on. Whatever you were thinking it was always a bad thing. So much for being an optimistic woman.

So why the room felt kind of familiar?

Without thinking; your hand reached for the doorknob. You knew it was useless, the psycho who kidnapped you wouldn't leave the door open, but you had to try.

It opened.

Well, your psycho was an idiot. Or maybe that was what he wanted you to believe?  Maybe he let it open so you could try to escape and he would chase you? That was the only explanation you could think of and despite the fear you had to try to escape anyway. You opened the door slowly, silently praying that it wouldn't make any noise.

You took a deep breath before heading inside a dim corridor, your bare feet sliding softly against the cold tiles. It looked old and again you couldn't suppress that strange feeling as everything around you felt somehow familiar.

You walked slowly through the long and scary corridor, hoping no one could hear your heart beating hard against your chest.

"What the..." you murmured as you ended in a big room.

It wasn't feeling familiar anymore. You recognized this place perfectly well, despite the fact you've never been there before.

The bookshelves, the long white columns, that big wooden table lightened with lamps, those three little stairs that lead to another room, you were in the...

"...Bunker?"

Your head snapped when you heard a creaking sound. They really needed to put some oil on those hinges, you thought. Footsteps followed, two pairs of footsteps to be exact and you were frozen in place. That couldn't be, you must be dreaming. Right a dream. A very vivid one.

"I'm just saying it doesn't need to be slimy fluids you know?" You would recognize that voice anywhere. It became louder as the seconds ticked.

Your eyes wide and your breath stuck in your throat, you realized that Dean Winchester stood at the top of the stairs, looking behind him, certainly looking at...

"Sammy, are you listening?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, Dean." Sam answered his brother in a tired voice. He put a hand on his older brother's shoulder and was going to add something when his eyes fell on something in the middle of the room. The features on his face changed as his grip tightened on Dean's shoulder. The older Winchester looked in the same direction and furrowed his brows. The three of you stared at each other for a few seconds, your face mirroring your disbelief while there was only shock on theirs.

"Hey!" Dean shouted as he grabbed his gun from behind his back and pointed at you.

You were startled when you heard him shout but you still couldn't move. You watched them climbing down the stairs guardedly, both pointing at you with their guns.

"I said 'Hey!'" Dean repeated as he came closer but stopped when he was at a safe distance.

Of all the things you could say at this moment, the only words that came out from your mouth were "You did. Twice. Good for you."

You giggled slightly, remembering the quote from that famous episode. At least that confirmed once thing; you were dreaming.

The brothers shared a look without lowering their guns as you started to laugh. You always laughed when you panicked. Finally, your limbs started to move again and you grabbed your head with your hands as everything around you started to swirl. You felt a cold sweat in the back of your neck and felt dizzy.

Sam's grip tightened on the trigger of his gun as you started to move, your laughter subsiding; but before you had the time to say anything more he saw your eyes rolling back and your body falling heavily on the ground as you felt into oblivion.

Chapter 2

[fuiabarcelos]

Sometimes I miss finding more stories with Sam, especially series.

Does anyone else feel this way?

[gleefinn]

Name

“The Goo Goo Dolls? Really?” You turned to see Sam, laughing, leaning against your door.

“Oh c’mon. You gotta love them! They’re so good!” You chuckled.

“What’s your favorite song?” He asked as he proceeded to make his way to sit on your bed.

You began to get a little nervous, he always made you so nervous. For God sake you were in love with the tall dude.

“That’s a hard one. If I have to choose one I’d say Name. It’s calming and so beautiful.” You were cleaning up around your room. Putting away clothes and organizing your hunting gear.

“I like that one too.” He watched you move around.

“Hey, y/n?” His voice seemed hesitant now, so you stopped cleaning to pay attention to him.

“Yeah?”

“Um I was wondering if you were busy tonight?” His hands did a lot of moving and his eyes never fully focused on yours.

Those stupid butterflies started fluttering in your stomach again. Dammit.

“Not that I know of.” You smiled nervously. 

“Oh okay good.” He nodded.

“Just ask her, man!” Sam thought to himself.

You waited for him to say something, but he seemed to get the answer he needed so he didn’t say anything else.

You made your way to your restroom and brushed your teeth. Spitting out the foam into the sink, you looked up to see Sam standing at your restroom door now.

You turned, “you okay, Sam?”

He smirked, “y/n, you wanna go out with me tonight?”

For years you had envisioned him doing this but it was difficult to believe that he would ask YOU. 

“Yeah! I’d love to.” You smirked shy.

He looked down and his dimples began to kiss his cheeks.”Good. Then I’ll meet you at your front door in an hour.” He chuckled.

As he walked away, you stood there in disbelief. 

[alicewonderao3]

Diamonds and Flowers

Title: Diamonds and Flowers

Warnings: None

Pairing: Dean Winchesterxreader

Authors note: I had a whole theme and setting for this and then a cold just ripped its way through my house and halfway through writing this, I lost inspiration and re-wrote using two of the three items, a diamond bracelet and a bouquet of flowers. I'm still taking care of a sick kid, so it's not as well polished as I'd prefer, but here it is. All spelling and grammar mistakes are mine, but I wanted to keep posting for @the-slumberparty I am enjoying this so far.

Today was my birthday. One of my favorite days of the year, a day when Daddy spoiled me rotten with anything I asked for, although if you asked my mother, he did that every day anyway. I slipped on my favorite pink dress, the sleeves long enough to cover my arms, with soft white flowers on the skirt. I slipped on my favorite pair of off-white vintage heels and with a quick spray of my jasmine perfume, I headed downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast. 

I pushed through the swinging door and saw Daddy standing in the kitchen with mother. Neither noticed me at first, and it was clear that whatever conversation they were having wasn't a good one. Before I could alert either to my presence, Daddy's eyes met mine and he forced a smile. 

"Happy Birthday Princess!" He said, holding his arms out for a hug. I let him hug me and asked, "What's wrong?" Mother, who was sipping a cup of coffee near the sink, just said as she left the kitchen, "You tell her, George." 

I frowned, turning toward Daddy. He explained that he had several business meetings today and that he wouldn't be able to take me to lunch as he planned. Before I could frown, he said, "You're still going, but I won't be able to join you until later." I let it slide, happy in the knowledge that he would join me later, so I resolved to have fun. 

After breakfast, I spent most of the morning shopping. But I wasn't like most of the other girls I'd grown up playing with as a kid. Those girls were dripping in designer clothing and expensive jewelry, and that just wasn't my thing. I much preferred to shop at vintage stores and bookstores, surrounded by old books and quiet corners where I could sip coffee and immerse myself in another world. 

I was walking down an aisle in one of my frequented and favorite bookstores when a tall shadow fell over the book I was looking at. I glanced up and had to hold back the frown that threatened to spread over my face. Dean. Dean was my daddy's right-hand man, always there at his side for business meetings, and his main protector. His brother Sam was his attorney, serving him in court as needed. 

If Dean was here, Daddy wasn't coming. I sighed. "Daddy isn't coming, is he?" I asked, meeting his intense green-eyed gaze. Dean shook his head. "No, but he sent me to give you his apologies. He's just busy." I frowned, especially when Dean handed me a small velvet box. "From your dad." I held the box in my hands for a moment before opening it. 

Diamonds glittered in the light as I opened the box. The diamond bracelet was pretty and expensive, something I'd never buy for myself on my own. I closed the box with a snap and dropped it in my purse. I glanced back at Dean as I shelved the book and forced a smile. "Be sure to thank him for me." I felt tears forming, today just wasn't a good birthday. "I just want to go home." 

Dean didn't even try to convince me. He just nodded and was silent the entire ride back to my parent's house. Dean escorted me back home and was gone in seconds, back to see my father, no doubt. I skipped dinner and went to bed early, hoping that tomorrow would be a better day. The next morning, however, I walked down to breakfast to see a bouquet of beautiful flowers. Daisies and tightly closed roses, with a scattering of babies breath, met my gaze. There was a card next to the flowers. 

I frowned, picking up the flowers and breathing in the scent of the flowers. They were pretty and the daisies were my favorite flower. I picked up the card and opened it, skipping past the cover to the inside. There in a messy scrawl that could only belong to one person were the following words, "Happy birthday sweetheart. It's not much, but I hope you like them. I know daisies are your favorite. Dean." 

I felt a bit of warmth on my face as I stared down at the card. Dean always called me sweetheart, and it always did something to me. I wasn't ready to admit I might or might not have feelings for the handsome man who served my Dad so faithfully, but I picked up the flowers and hugged them to my chest for a moment. I softly whispered, "Thank you, Dean." 

I was startled by a deep voice, "You're welcome, sweetheart." I whirled around to see Dean standing in the doorway, a smirk on his lips. I felt very underdressed in my dress and bare feet, but I simply said, "I didn't see you there." Dean chuckled, "I can see that. I didn't mean to startle you, I'm sorry." 

I busied myself by putting the flowers in a vase and I asked him if he wanted any coffee. He shook his head, "No, I came to talk to you." I turned to face him, "Me? Are you sure?" He nodded, walking close to me as I turned and started arranging the flowers in the vase, nervous about having him so close. "Sweetheart," Dean said, his voice soft. I took a deep breath and felt his hands gently turn me toward him, a single rose in my fingers. "Look at me," He softly commanded, and I raised my face to meet his, my breath taken away by the soft look in his green eyes. 

His eyes were soft and kind as he said, "Let me take you to dinner." It wasn't a question, and normally I would bristle at such a command, but it was delivered so softly and so sincerely that I couldn't help but nod my head. "What time?" I asked, unable to tear my eyes away from his. Dean smiled and leaned in close, "I'll pick you up at seven."

Before he could do much else, his phone rang and his whole demeanor changed in an instant. "Winchester. Yes. Yes." He hung up the phone and turned to me, ready to say something, I wasn't sure what, when I set the rose in the vase and scooped the vase up in my hands. I leaned up on tiptoe and gently pressed my lips to his cheek softly. As I passed him, I said, "I'll be waiting for you at seven, Dean." 

I left him standing there in the kitchen, and heard his footsteps as I climbed the stairs to my room. He gave me a wry sort of grin and headed out the door. Maybe this date wouldn't be so bad after all. 

[sillesworldofwriting]

Different Countries, Different Customs

Title: Different Countries, Different Customs

Chapter No./One-Shot/ Drabble: Drabble

Words: 466

Author: Sille

AO3

Challenge: Halloween with Dean drabble challenge

Pairing: DeanxReader

Notes/Warnings: German superstition, accent, reader is not from the US, all the mistakes are mine

Summary: After finishing a hunt with Sam and Dean ou three celebrate it at the local bar

Author’s Note: This was an interesting challenge. First time I really did some research for one of my fics that took me longer than a few minutes. So thanks @torn-and-frayed for hosting it! Also I’m still searching for a Beta-Reader. If you’re interested shoot me an ask!

You were at the local bar together with Sam and Dean after a successful hunt. Sam was just getting your drinks so you were sitting alone with Dean in one of the corner booths.

“So Y/N, what brings you to good old America?” he asked and laid his arm around your shoulders.

You grinned at him. “Caught the accent, didn’t you?”

“There is no mistaking it. Even though it is subtle, I give you that.”

You chuckled and caught his hand laying on your arm with one of yours. “Well, originally I’m from Germany. My dad got a job offer here when I was a teenager so we moved,” you explained playing with his fingers.

“And when did you start hunting?”

“When I was 18. My family was killed by a vampire on Halloween nonetheless. Didn’t know what it was as it attacked us in our home. Another hunter saved me and helped me get my revenge. Been hunting ever since.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.” Dean tightened his arm around you in a comforting gesture.

“Thank you.” you smiled at him. “But it was years ago.”

He opened his mouth to say something else but didn’t get the chance. Sam came back in that moment with your drinks in hand.

“Here you go,” said he as he handed you and Dean your beers.

“Thanks,” you responded.

“Well, here’s to us and successful hunt!” declared Dean as he wanted to clink bottles with you but you pulled yours away.

“Ah!” you began. “You have to look me in the eyes as we toast. Otherwise, you will have bad sex for the next seven years.”

Dean looked at you confused. You just shrugged. “German superstition and I’m not risking it! I would rather have no sex than bad sex.”

He watched you for a moment but then began to smirk. “Well, if the lady insists.” he acknowledged and held his bottle out to you. His look was intense as you clinked bottles with him. Heat was building in your stomach. You knew just from this one look that you were getting lucky tonight.

After you both touched bottles with his brother, Dean gave his full attention to you again.

“Do you have any more German superstitions? I have to say I’m a bit intrigued,” he asked.

“Well, we’ve got a few. I could tell you about them back at my motel room?” you suggested and threw him an obvious glance. He couldn’t misjudge the meaning.

The slow smile said that he didn’t. “Lead the way,” he said eagerly.

You placed the almost full bottle of beer on the table and stood up. Dean did the same before he turned to Sam with a wide grin.

“Don’t wait for me, Sammy. I’ve got some research to do!”

The End

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[sillesworldofwriting-mainblog]

Dating is not for me - or is it?

Words: 983

AO3

Quote: “Or maybe I should stay away from all men.”

Challenge: FRIENDS Quote Challenge by @impalaimagining

Pairing: SamxReader   

Warnings: A bit of angst, mention of unwanted attention

Author’s Note: First ever challenge I did on Tumblr. I’m kind of excited and nervous. I hope you like it @impalaimagining. And everyone else of course too! And as always: I’m still searching for a beta reader. So shoot me an asked if you’re interested!

It was only 11 pm when you slammed the door to the bunker shut behind you. “I hate men,” you muttered as you stomped down the stairs. Not caring if you would wake any other residents of the bunker. As if the Winchester were sleeping already. The night was still young after all.

You made your way to the library, expecting Sam to be there, reading some old lore book. And you were not disappointed.

He lifted his head as you collapsed into a chair beside him.

“Rough night?” asked he.

You rolled your eyes. “Otherwise I wouldn’t be back already would I? Rough evening would be more accurate since it’s only 11 pm.” you snapped at him.

“Hey okay. No need to get bitchy with me.” He raised his hands in a placating manner. “I just asked you a question.”

A sigh left your lips. “I’m sorry,” you apologized. “I’m just so frustrated.”

Sam laid his arm around your shoulders and pulled you to him a bit. “Want to tell me what happened?” he asked.

You rested your head on his shoulder. “I just get the feeling that I’m just not cut out for dating. Or maybe I just have the worst luck. I mean the last guy didn’t talk to me at all. He just looked at his phone most of the time or drank his beer. And he still had the guts to ask for a second date.” you explained. “And the man today got so drunk off his ass in just under two hours that he got himself thrown out of the bar.”

Sam patted your shoulder sympathetically. “I’m sorry that you had such a bad night.” he murmured into your hair and gave you a kiss on the crown of your head.

“That was not even the worst part, to be honest,” you continued as you relaxed further into him. Sam always gave you a feeling of safety when you were near him. You knew that you could let your walls down. “I followed him out of the bar. He embarrassed both of us pretty bad. I couldn’t stay. What I didn’t plan on was that he was still in the parking lot. He actually waited for me because he felt entitled to a kiss since we had such a great night.” You said the last part sarcastically.

Sam's arm tightened around you. “Did he touch you?” he asked.

“He tried.” you sighed. “But one well placed kick to his nethers and he thought better of it.”

Sam relaxed at your words which made you smile.

“I’m a hunter. I can take vampires and demons out by myself. A human is not a problem for me Sam.” you laughed.

“I know. But I still worry about you. What friend would I be if I didn’t?” he pointed out.

“True,” you agreed.

“Any plans about the dating situation?” Sam inquired.

“Not yet. I think I will stop looking. At least for awhile. Or maybe I should stay away from all men.”

“I hope not.”

Your head shot up from his shoulder. “What do you mean?” you asked as you looked at his face.

“I hope you will not stay away from all men.” he elaborated. You just stared at him. Willing him silently to explain. You had no clue what he was talking about.

Sam let his arm fall from your shoulders and brushed with his hand through his hair. His eyes darted nervously from one point to another, never quite meeting yours anymore.

“Sam?” you questioned.

He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. “I know that this has to be the worst timing to tell you this.” he began. “But I kind of fell in love with you.”

You opened your mouth but closed it again after a second. Your mind was blank. That was the last thing you expected Sam to say.

“What?” you whispered at last.

“I’m in love with you. Have been for a while, to be honest. But I never said anything because you never gave any indication that you may feel the same.” he explained, looking away.

“Then why now?”

“Because I can’t stand to see you with all these other guys that aren’t me. I can’t stand how there all treating you. You deserve so much better.”

“So…. you want to date me?” you wondered.

“Yes. I want to date you if you’re willing.”

You were speechless again, not sure what you should say to that. Sam was always only a friend to you. The thought of dating him never even crossed your mind.

“You don’t have to answer right away. I know that this came quite sudden for you.” Sam babbled after a few minutes of silence. “I can wait. Just think about it?”

You sighed as you looked at him. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship Sam,” you whispered.

“That will not happen. Whatever you decide we will still be friends. I’ll be there for you. Just as I was before. That won’t change. I promise.”

You looked him in the eyes and saw the truth in them. “Give me time?” you asked. “I never thought of us in that way.”

His smile could have lit up the whole library. “Of course,” he said. “Think about it how long you want. I’ll be waiting.”

You had to smile too. “Thank you”. You said gratefully and stood up. “I think I will turn in early though. I’m beat, to be honest.”

“You look like it too.” Sam joked.

You hit him playfully on the arm. “Good Night,” you laughed and were about to turn around but you thought better of it. With a quick motion, you gave him a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Thank you Sam.” you murmured.

He smiled softly at you. “Good night.”

That night you slept peacefully. Maybe dating Sam wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

The End.

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[nataliehasanimagination]

A Plan

“Y/N, how are we supposed to get out of this vampire lair?” Dean asked.

“I have a plan,” you said.

“Is it a good one?”

“I have a plan.”

“We’re going to die,” Sam said.

[themind-on-paper]

Save me… part 6

You can read part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 and part 5 here.

You opened your eyes and sat up on the edge of the bed. Sam was laying on a bed next to yours. On the other side of the room, you saw Dean sleep on the couch. You rubbed your face with your hands. Taking back what everything happened yesterday. Took a deep breath and looked around one last time. You got up from the bed and made your way towards the door. You tried to open the door of the room as quiet as possible.

The door opened with a little of sound you looked back towards the room both men still asleep. You stepped out of the room and closed the door behind you as quiet as possible. You made your way outside.

The parking lot in front of the hotel was almost empty there 2 cars parked also counting the Impala. You saw a saw bench on the other side of the parking lot facing the motel You made your way to the bench and sat down. The streets were still quiet. The sun was coming so it had to be early in the morning.

You stared at the door where you just came out. The faces of James and Nick racing through your mind.

You saw movement coming from behind the door. You watch the door opened and Dean coming out of it. He looked worried. He was looking left and right till he spotted you. He ran through the parking lot towards you.

“What do you think you're doing?” He said angrily towards you.

“I’m breathing and looking at the sun going up.” You said.

He shook his head and sat next to you. “Keep watching it then.”

You looked at him he was staring at the motel.  You look forward. The two of you didn’t speak to each other, we just stare at the sun coming up.

After a few minutes, you heard Dean's stomach grows from the hunger. You look towards him and you see he’s a little bit embarrassed.

“I was thinking exactly the same.” you said towards him with a smile.

He looks at you. “Let’s go eat something then.” He says standing up from the bench and making his way towards the Impala.

“Can I ride?” You asked walking behind him.

He looks at you surprised at our question and at the same time angry.

“hmmm… Nevermind.” You said walking towards the passenger seat.

You were sitting in front of Dean waiting for someone to pick up your orders.

Dean was staring at you. He was really making you uncomfortable. You had to stop the staring.

“uhm..”You said to yourself thinking about what to say. “Sorry about a few moments ago.”

He still stares at you. “A just really like the car and always wanted to ride one.” His face softness at your words. Your lips form a little smile.

A woman stands next to your table. “What would the two of you like?” She says looking at Dean and me. “Can I have a coffee and one of your apple pies?”  

Dean’s looks at you surprised.

“What your day has to be sweet from the beginning.” You said with a smile on your face.

“And you sweet buns?” the woman says towards him.

“For me also a coffee but with a cherry pie.”

“Okay, coming right up.” The woman says writing the last things down and walking away.

At the silent between the two of you begin again. You liked silence but this was killing you.

You looked at Dean and you saw the silence also making him a little it nervous.

“Uhm… so how long do you have the Impala?” You said towards him.

“That’s the first question you come up with after yesterday?”

“Yes, because I really don’t want to talk about yesterday,”

“Okay..” He said nodding his head. “I got it from my father.” He paused for a moment. “The Impala.”

“Well, you both have good taste.” You said with a smile.

“So what about you?”

“What about me?”

“You know… Family, Friends, Boyfriend?”

You chuckled at his question.

“Just to know if we have to protect more people.” 

“Well No to the first, since yesterday no to the second and a maybe for the boyfriend.”

“A maybe?”

“Yeah, you know... “ you looked at him, he was waiting for an answer. “What about you?”

“I only have my brother…” He said.

The waitress settles the coffee and the pie in front of you.

“Thank you,” You both said towards her. She gives the two of you a smile and walks away.

“Okay, what about friends and girlfriend..” He takes a sip from his coffee and looks at you. “Or boyfriend?” You continued with a smile on your face.

He has to gasp for air at you last words.

“Girlfriend. Okay, girlfriend.”

“Okay.. sorry for asking.” You said taking a bite from your pie. “Ah, this one is so good.” You said. Dean was looking at your plate. “Do you want a bite?” you said putting the plate between the two of you.

He takes a bite. “Uhmm hmmm, this is amazing.” He tries to take another piece from your pie. You take the plate back as fast as possible.

“You have your own pie.” You say with a smile on your face.

“Dean? What are you doing?”

Both of you look to the person next to your table. Cas is standing there looking towards Dean.

“She needs to be protected. She can’t be too much in the open.” Cas said.

“Cas, it was my fault.” You said quickly “I was pretty hungry.” He looks at you and sits next to you.

“Eat it up and we will go right back,” Cas said. 

You nod your head towards him and looked towards Dean. He was just staring at Cas.

You looked down to your plate and finished your pie and coffee.

We all there the motel room again. Sam was sitting at the table looking at his laptop.

He looks towards the three of you. “Heej where were you?”

“Having breakfast,” Dean said a little bit annoyed.

“Okay…”He says and gaze travels to you. “Y/n, I did some research on the book but I don’t understand a few things maybe you can help me.’

“Sure.” You said and you walked towards him. You sat at the table next to him. He put the screen of his laptop also in your view.

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[sakuwriteshere]

The Unknown Season - Chapter 4: Baby

Summary:  Reader went to bed just like any other night but once the reader wakes up she’s not in her bedroom anymore. (I know it’s pretty lame but I don’t want to give away the plot yet)

Pairing: Dean WinchesterxReader, Sam WinchesterxReader (friendship)

Warnings: None I can think about. Swearing maybe?

Words count: 1836

A/N: English isn’t my first language and it’s been way too long since I wrote in English so I deeply apologize for any grammar mistake/error. Once again, feedback are greatly appreciated.

Disclamer: I do NOT own Supernatural or any character of the show which are the CW company properties. This work is for free entertainment only.

Chapter 3

                                             Chapter 4: Baby

It has been a few days already since you woke up here. You and Sam spent most of your days in the library, reading and looking for something even though you didn't know what. As always, Dean wasn't around, it seemed like he was avoiding any contact, ignoring your presence. 'Ignorance and distance', you thought bitterly 'That's how Dean Winchester works.' It hurt, you liked both brothers, yet you were a Dean girl, feeling more connected to his character than you were to Sam's and even without hoping to fell in love, you hoped at least he would be friendly. In the TV show he was nice with the civilians they were rescuing, why couldn't it be the same with you?

Frustrated, you closed the book in an angry gesture. The sound resonated in the silent room and Sam's surprised eyes found yours.

"I need some air." You simply said as you stood up from your chair and walked away.

The Bunker was bigger than you thought and while you got used to find your way inside, some parts were still unknown. You walked through the long corridors without thinking. After a while you had to admit it, you were lost. Every wall were the same, same blank walls, same wooden doors, same tiles. Fucking Bunker! You turned left then right and right again and for once something was different; a metallic door stopped you. Maybe you've finally found a door that lead outside. Some fresh air, you didn't realize it until now, but you craved for it. You pushed the door and winced at the creaking sound that disturbed the silence around you. The room behind the door was completely dark and for a second you were scared to enter. Your hand patted the wall next to you and soon you found the light switch, you flicked it open and the lights popped up and then you realized where you were: the garage.

You walked between all the cars that were parked, a beautiful collection if you were honest. You stopped in your track when you saw her, holding your breath as soon as your eyes fell on her. She was beautiful, more than you could ever imagine. The Impala. The third main character of the show in your eyes. The light reflected on the shiny black color, she was in perfect condition, not even a trace of dust, Dean took good care of her, indeed.

With hesitant steps you came closer and stopped when only a few inches separated you from the beauty. Your eyes roamed over the car as a genuine smile graced your lips, you couldn't believe it. A strange feeling surrounded you, you felt at peace as if you were finally coming home.

"What are you doing here?" The gruffy voice gave you a start and you snapped your head in its direction.

Dean was standing a few feet from you, his eyes as cold as ever.

"I'm sorry. I-I got lost a-and," you stuttered before looking back at the car. The fear you felt at Dean's presence vanished and you smiled again. "She's beautiful." You whispered, in a loving tone.

Dean raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms upon his chest as he watched carefully your every move. You could sense how protective he was about his car and after a short moment you lifted a hand, your fingertips almost brushing the cold metal but not quite.

"Can I?" You asked in a whisper, afraid he would scream at you for even thinking about touching her.

He seemed to think about it for a second and you smiled when you saw his head nodding once, giving you a silent permission.

You bite your lower lip as your fingertips touched the hood of the car. The smile you had grew bigger as seconds passed and you felt like a kid playing with her presents on Christmas. In your peripheral vision you noticed Dean's body tense then relax but you were more interested in the car than in him.

A gasp left your lips as the familiar cold sweat appeared in the back of your neck. Both of your hands rested against the driver's doors as you tried to keep a standing position while everything around you started to swirl.

"Y/N?" You heard Dean calling your name but images flashing in front of your eyes had all your attention. You could see the brothers sitting in the front seat as if you were sitting in the backseat. Again, you recognized images from the show; the brothers were laughing and arguing. You recognized the famous episode where they were in a pranks war as your heart started to beat faster. Another gasp left your lips as the scenery changed; it was dark outside, and you felt a pang in your chest as you noticed the handprint against the backseat window. More images flew in front of your eyes, sad and bloody ones before you felt a single tear slide against your cheek. You closed your eyes as strongly as you could, you wanted the feeling to disappear, you couldn't bare it anymore.

"Hey! Come on, open your eyes!" You did as you were told and all you saw were green worried eyes.

You felt Dean's strong grip on your shoulders as your heartbeat calmed down.

"I'm good. I'm fine." You patted Dean's chest before pushing him gently.

"You sure?" He asked as you started to walk away. For an unknown reason you couldn’t stay here. You didn’t need to explain him what happened, the boys were used to see you having a blackout within the previous days.

"Don’t worry. I'm like your car, I'm unbreakable." You said without thinking and exited the room.

Dean head snapped in your direction at your words and he could only stare at you with wide eyes and his mouth slightly opened, frozen in place.

Later that day, the three of you were eating silently in the kitchen. Lunch time was the only time of the day you had the honor of having Dean near you, willingly. Usually, Sam would talk to you to ease the heavy tension Dean brought with him but since the garage incident from this morning, the brothers were doing their 'thing': having a silent conversation by simply watching at each other and glancing at you from time to time.

After a while you had enough, "What?" you pushed your plate still full of food. "I might be your case but I'm not a freak, stop looking at me like that!"

"We're not looking at you like you're a f-"

"Oh please!" You cut Sam short, angrily. "It's been days. Days! And we have nothing. You think I don't see how you're looking at me behind my back? You still don't believe me? You think I'm some monster even though I've passed the tests? What do you think I am then? Huh? Tell me!"

"Why are you angry out of the blue?" Sam asked, surprised by your outburst.

"Out of the blue?" You repeated, dumbfounded. "Are you kidding me? Don't you think I want to come back in my own world? That I'm fed up and that I want to have my life back? I mean it was fun in the beginning but let's be realistic for a second, I don't belong here and all this- this thing is crazy! I'm going crazy staying here!"

"Listen, Sweetheart-" Dean stood up slowly, the menacing tone he used making you angrier than you were already.

"Oh, don't you 'Sweetheart' me!" You threatened as you rose to your feet. "You don't like me, I get it. You don't want to talk to me? Fine. But don't you dare 'Sweetheart' me, Dean Winchester! I'm not one of your pointless love interest the writers will threw away once the episode is over! I am human, I have needs and feelings and more importantly I have enough! That's it! I’m done! I quit!"

You left the room with quick steps, breathless after your tantrum, leaving the boys speechless.

"Told you." Sam murmured as he tossed his food with the back of his fork.

"Oh, because it's my fault now?" Dean asked his brother in disbelief.

"You make her feel unwanted." Sam shrugged, then they both remained silent for a few minutes.

"Go talk to her." Dean finally offered.

"You go talk to her."

"That wouldn't be smart since I make her feel 'unwanted'."

Sam opened his mouth, but nothing came out, sometimes his brother could be really smart and judging by the smirk Dean was giving him, Sam knew his brother had won this round. The only thing Sam could think of doing was giving his older brother his best bitch face before standing up and heading for your room.

The soft and hesitant knock on your door wasn't heard as you were focused on grabbing as much clothes as you could and throwing them inside a duffel bag. You had made your decision, since none of them wanted to help you, you would be the one investigating your own case and resolving it. You were desperate, you needed air, you needed to get out of here. As you grabbed another plaid shirt from the closet you stopped and looked at your image reflecting in the mirror in front of you. You didn't recognize the girl looking back at you.

"Y/N?" Sam called your name as he opened the door.

You didn't answer him, it wasn’t like you had heard him anyway. You were too absorbed by your reflection in the mirror. Who were you? Why did you feel so lost since the last series of flashes you had this morning? The anger and the pain you felt earlier never left you since that moment, it only grew and grew and grew. Sam called your name once again and finally you turned your head to look at him, you stared at him for a moment.

"Hey, talk to me." Sam said with a soft voice, he noticed your glossy eyes and came closer. His hand cupped the back of your head and in a gentle motion he pushed your face against his chest while his free arm wrapped around your shoulders. You closed your eyes and clenched your jaws as you tried with all your might to not cry.

"Shh. It's okay. Let it go." Sam murmured, his arm tightening around you, giving you his support.

You shook your head, fighting the tears some more. "Big girls don't cry." You whispered and felt Sam's body tense for a short second.

"You will always be someone's little girl, so you can cry." He said hesitantly, his voice waving slightly as if he was expecting something.

Your eyes snapped open at his words and tears fell freely on your cheeks. You pronounced Sam's name in a sob, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt while his hand let go your head as he crushed you against him in a strong hug.

Chapter 5