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broken hearts and healing souls – part 2

deanwinchesterxfem!reader

summary: a few days after the unexpected events that took place on the night of your biggest argument, Dean has a nightmare. And both of you are forced to face the feelings you had pushed aside.

word count: 2,1k.

warnings: nightmares, mentions of anger, kiss, regretful Dean.

part 1

a/n: you've been asking quite a lot for a second part for this fic, so here it is. I'm not entirely satisfied with the ending, but I still hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. also, as the part 1 was based on a song, i opted to base part 2 in another one — I’ll be good - James Young.

Another hunt, another city, and yet another sleazy motel room. But you and Dean still hadn't exchanged more than the essentially necessary words.

Ever since that night when you kissed, Dean had been ignoring you with perfectly applied silent treatment, as if you had turned into a ghost. Not that it was totally bad, a part of you preferred not facing the real issue.

Bringing the matter up would be like tearing off a scar, like reopening a wound that had never even closed. Blood would ooze from the raw, exposed skin, once again, and the pain would return, and it would hurt the same way it did when hearing those words escape his mouth: ‘this was a mistake’.

However, another part of you, though small yet present, longed for things to return to normal. To joke around with Dean again, like the time when he had made a hilarious impersonation of the local parish priest, and you had laughed until your stomach hurt. To get ingenuously mad with him for teasing you just because you were younger than he was. Damn, if you could go back in time you would have simply avoided that first argument altogether.

You stared at the ceiling, moisture stains here and there and the paint that once covered it, flaking off, revealing the rough surface underneath. Perhaps it had once been a grand and luxurious space, filled with beautiful furnishings and ornate decorations. But now, it was a shadow of its former self, a tired and worn-out shell of a room.

You should have known better. Hell, you did know better. You just didn't want to acknowledge the fact that he had no romantic feelings towards you and never could. You had become a part of the Winchesters' family a long time ago and grew up with them. Chances were Dean considered you his little sister. How could he be romantically involved with you?

I thought I saw the devil this morning Looking in the mirror, drop of rum on my tongue With the warning to help me see myself clearer

The quietness of the room was only interrupted by the occasional sound of a distant car passing by outside and the desultory barking of a dog nearby. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

“What’s gotten into you guys?” had asked Sam the morning after the event, after noticing Dean’s unusual and dismissive behavior.

“None of your business, Sammy.” Dean had replied, not meeting your eyes.

You had tried to talk to Dean several times, but he would always find an excuse to leave the room or change the subject. It was like he was avoiding you, and it hurt more than you cared to admit.

Dean had always been like an older brother to you. You shared so many memories together, from hunting supernatural creatures to simply hanging out and joking around. But maybe, deep down, you wished for something more than just a sibling bond.

Trying to ignore the feeling of emptiness in your chest was hard if not impossible. It was like a piece of you was missing, and you couldn't find a way to fill the void. Knowing this would be the end result, you would never have kissed him.

You may have felt fortunate to find a motel with two available rooms, but your luck ran out when Sam claimed the one with a single bed for himself. So you were forced to share a room with Dean.

I never meant to start a fire I never meant to make you bleed I'll be a better man today

You let out a sigh, feeling frustrated and lonely. You didn't want things to be like this between you and Dean, but you didn't know how to fix it. You knew that you needed to talk to him, to tell him how you felt and try to work things out. But you were scared of what might happen if you did.

You heard a muffled sound coming from the other side of the room. You turned your head to see Dean tossing and turning in his sleep, his face contorted in pain. It was obvious that he was having a nightmare.

With a hand, you tossed the bedsheets along with the flowery comforter away, uncovering your body. You rolled your legs off of the bed and slowly yet surely moved to a sitting position. You tilted your head slightly and tried to take a glimpse of what was going on in the adjoining bed, but failed pathetically due to the scarce lightning.

Feeling concerned, you reached out blindly for the light switch. After a moment of fumbling, you found it and turned it on. The wall-mounted lamp flickered to life, casting a warm, dim light throughout the room. Dean's grimacing expression was now clearly visible, and you hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do next.

“No! No, no!” he growled low, his teeth gritted. “No! Y/n!”

That you were not foreseeing.

You were taken aback by his outburst, not expecting it at all. What could he be dreaming about that would elicit such a strong reaction?

I'll be good, I'll be good And I'll love the world, like I should Yeah, I'll be good, I'll be good For all of the times that I never could

Dean was sweating profusely. His breathing was shallow and ragged, and he was muttering incoherently. Waking him up seemed like an idea. Sure, you were mulish, but you were not some heartless monster.

You reached out and gently shook Dean's shoulder, trying to wake him up from his nightmare.

"Dean," you whispered, hoping that your voice would be enough to pull him out of his dreams. “Dean, wake up.”

He did not respond, and just as you were about to try again, he hastily sat up, his eyes wide, and his breathing heavy.

"Y/n?" he asked, his voice shaking. "Is that you?"

"Yeah, it's me," you replied, relieved to see him awake and alert. "Are you okay? You were having a nightmare."

Dean ran a hand through his hair, looking around the room as if he was trying to orient himself.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he said finally, his voice still shaking a little. "It was just a bad dream."

Silence took over the place. You stared at Dean, and Dean stared at you, both waiting for the other to speak first. The tension was thick enough to be cut with a knife, and the eerie environment did nothing but add to it.

"Wanna talk about it?" you asked, sensing that there was more to his nightmare than he was letting on.

Dean hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering over to you before returning to the floor. You could sense that he was struggling to find the right words to say, and as the silence stretched on, you began to feel a growing sense of unease.

My past has tasted bitter for years now So I wield an iron fist Grace is just weakness Or so I've been told I've been cold, I've been merciless

"It was about you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, and you felt your heart skip a beat.

The confession caught you off guard. You were surprised to hear such a heartfelt admission from him.

“Me?” You could feel your pulse quickening as you waited for him to continue.

"Yeah. I dreamed that the demon got to you," Dean continued, his voice still trembling. "That I couldn't protect you. And then...then you were gone."

You felt a lump form in your throat at Dean's words, and you instinctively reached out to place a hand on his arm. Yet, you kept a reasonable distance between the two of you, unsure of how this could alter your current situation. Unsure of whether it could bridge the seemingly unfathomable gap that separated your wounded souls.

"Dean, I'm right here," you said softly. "I'm not going anywhere."

But the blood on my hands scares me to death Maybe I'm waking up today

The mattress dipped while you sat facing Dean.

"I know that," Dean replied, his eyes meeting yours for the first time since he woke up. "But...I don't know. It's like I can't shake this feeling that something's going to happen to you."

You could see the fear and uncertainty etched into Dean's features, and you knew that he was struggling with his emotions. It was hard for him to admit that he was scared, especially when it came to you.

But you also knew that you couldn't keep ignoring the elephant in the room. You needed to talk to Dean about what had happened between you, or you would never be able to move forward.

"Dean," you said, your voice steady but firm.

He looked away, his jaw tight and his hands clenched into fists.

"I messed up,” he uttered, deciding to address the matter before you had a chance to gather your thoughts. “I didn’t want us to end up like this.”

"I know," you said softly, your heart aching at the sound of his voice. "But we can't keep avoiding each other like this. We need to talk.”

Dean let out a sigh and his shoulders slumped, his entire demeanor reflecting the weight of the situation. Dean had always been good at avoiding his feelings, pushing them aside in favor of the mission. But this time, he couldn't do that. You both knew that it was time to stop tip-toeing around the issue and get to the heart of the matter.

"I was scared," he admitted. "Scared of losing you. Hell, I still am. That’s why I didn’t want you to go on hunts anymore."

Dean's voice was low and steady, but there was an underlying intensity to it that betrayed the depth of his emotions. He was laying it all on the line, baring his soul in a way that he had never done before.

I'll be good, I'll be good And I'll love the world, like I should (oh-oh-oh) I'll be good, I'll be good (I'll be good, I'll be good)

Afraid he would retract on opening up to you, you did not dare say anything, instead you fixated your gaze on his glossy, green eyes, encouraging him to continue. He took your hand in his, and his eyes softened.

“I don't think about you as a kid. It's just that…when you love something, you protect it.”

Dean's words hung in the air, the weight of them almost palpable. He looked at you, waiting for a response, his heart pounding in his chest.

The walls around Dean's heart, which had once been so solid and towering, had finally come crumbling down, leaving him vulnerable and exposed. It was clear that there was no going back from this point, as Dean had decided to tear down his emotional barriers and reveal his true self. The honesty and openness that he was displaying left you feeling speechless, as if you were witnessing something truly special and rare.

“Please, y/n. Say something,” he said with his voice at the verge of breaking, when you did not say anything.

“You love me?”

“I can’t pretend anymore. You are everything, everything.” Dean finally confessed, his grip on your hand tightening.

For all of the light that I shut out For all of the innocent things that I doubt For all of the bruises I've caused in the tears For all of the things that I've done All these years, no, yeah For all the sparks that I stomped out For all of the perfect things that I doubt

You felt a warmth spread through your chest at his words, and tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. But this time, they weren't tears of sadness; they were tears of joy. You had wanted to hear those words for so long – even if it was not a straightfoward 'I love you' –, but you had never dared to hope that they would be true.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner," Dean uttered. "The idea of losing you, of ruining what we had, terrified me. You were always like a sister to us, and when I first felt something more for you, I didn't want to admit it. But I can't keep pretending that I don't feel this way.”

I'll be good, I'll be good And I'll love the world, like I should Yeah, I'll be good, I'll be good For all of the times I never could

“Dean, I-I…” you tried to say, yet, the words got caught in your throat, the upheaval of the moment hindering your ability to vocalise something coherent.

Delicately, he reached out and carefully tucked a strand of your hair that had come loose behind your ear. His fingers lightly brushed against your skin as he cupped your cheek in his hand, his thumb tracing circles on your skin.

Dean looked at you for a long moment, his eyes softening as he took in your presence. You could sense the shift in his demeanor as the distress that had been etched in his features not five minutes before, had now completely vanished. His eyes seemed to sparkle with a new sense of calmness and peace.

Warmth blossomed in your chest, sparks igniting as Dean leaned in close, lips brushing together, tentatively, for the first time that night, though not the last.

His fingers danced through your hair, caressing the back of your head with the sweetest touch. His lips parted slightly, allowing your tongue to slide inside his mouth, and a hint of cinnamon and vodka mingled together, creating a unique and intoxicating combination that lingered on your taste buds.

Oh, oh-oh Oh, oh Oh, oh-oh For all of the times I never could

“I love you too, Dean.” you whispered in his ear, momentarily pulling away.

And, as you held each other, melting into the kiss, you both knew there was no going back to the way things were before.

@losa12308 – as you requested, I'm tagging you in part 2 (I'm actually thinking of making a taglist)

[binxiboo]

The Frenchier Mistake

(aka Dean meets his celebrity crush: Actress!Reader)

Supernatural Masterlist // Full Masterlist

A/N: @princessmermaid1289 you'll never guess what I've only gone and done... I finished it! (we'll ignore it being well over a year later)

Actress!Reader x Sam and Dean

Clatters fill the bunker as all sorts of equipment and tools get dropped on the closest surface to the bottom of the staircase. Both Winchester brothers are incredibly over this last hunt. They were meant to be home days ago, thinking that they’d killed a whole nest of vamps; turns out these vampires were the vengeful kind, and when they found out that their friends had been savaged… well they didn’t take it lightly. It didn’t take them long to find the ’67 Chevy Impala on its route back to the bunker.

The respective hallways echo with heavy footsteps as the tire brothers silently bid each other goodnight before slinking behind their bedroom doors, each leaning their weight against them, unknowingly synchronised across rooms. It’s a miracle either of them even got their clothes off before collapsing into bed, finally getting a comfortable night’s rest they’d not had all week.

The two had a shock, however, when they were awoken by… clapping? Sam and Dean both shoot up in their beds, instantly trying to place what could be happening in their heads. As they’re processing the information around them, they begin to realise that the beds beneath them no longer feel like the comfortable ones they fell asleep in the night before. Hell, they’d had nicer motel beds than these. What are they? Solid wood? Dean runs his hand alongside his leg, pushing down on the barely-there mattress. Well, there’s some cushioning at least.

“That was a good one, guys!”

“Yeah, I think that’s us done for the night.”

The bodies in front of them slowly filtered out of the room while the two men made their way out of the prop beds. At a certain point, the wall separating their apparently-not-a-room ‘rooms’ ended, and the two brothers found themselves side by side. They turn to look at each other, then around what they’ve now realised is a tv set.

“Sammy?”

“Dean.”

“Tell me it’s not happened again.”

Sam swallows, hard. The lack of verbal response has Dean running a hand over his face. The next few moments are spent considering what actions may have led them to being stuck in this universe again. Several things get ruled out. They haven’t pissed off anyone with the ability to transport them across universe lately. Neither of them was messing with magic, or any practices to be clear, that could’ve gone wrong like this. It isn’t a dream that they’ve both ended up conscious in. There’s no way for anything to be an imminent threat. It is at this conclusion that Dean gets the best idea he thinks he has ever had in his life.

He's going to go flirt with some babes.

Dean quickly locates the door everyone had walked out of previously and practically drags his brother through it. Sam doesn’t quite process that he’s moving until his head almost hits the door frame on his way out of the building and his face screws up as he processes the information.

By the time Sam has gotten out of his own head Dean has already surveyed half the studios surrounding their own. As soon as a question begins forming on his tongue, Sam is pulled in another direction by Dean’s, arguably tight, grip on his forearm. Dean is on a mission as he glances around at the postered walls of each building. Honestly, Sam doesn’t understand how Dean even knows what he’s seen with how short the glances are. The sniffer dog act ends abruptly though when Dean receives all power of the moose that is his brother slam straight into his back, eliciting a grunt from the older, shorter brother.

“Not my fault you don’t come with brake lights.” Sam says with a shrug in response to Dean’s glare. “Why’d you stop so suddenly anyway?”

Dean simply turns around and gestures at the poster on the building directly in front of them. Sam, confused once more, delivers an expression to encourage elaboration.

“Dean, am I supposed to know what this is?”

“It’s a TV show. With doctors in it. Very dramatic. Heavy stuff.”

“And that’s supposed to help me how… oh. Is this that med show we got stuck in before?” An air of exasperation arrives by the end of Sam’s sentence.

Dean purses his lips and keeps his face hidden from Sam. He tries to tell himself that there’s nothing embarrassing about watching what is, frankly, just good television.

“Yeah, well… there’s… hot chicks.” Sure, that was convincing enough, Dean decides.

With a roll of his eyes, Sam follows Dean in through a door, slipping behind the few crew members who have just exited through it. They stick to the shadows, Dean, not so gently dragging Sam into the darkness with him, determined to sleuth out the space rather than risk immediate expulsion. Once, deemed safe, Dean slinks forward, attempting to contain his inner nerd, but ultimately coming to a halt as he ends up turns to face with someone he could never have prepared for.

The older Winchester’s eyes widen, pupils absolutely dilating – in fact, if this was the Scooby Doo crossover, there’d be audible ‘AWOOGA’s filling the silence. Dean Winchester has been infatuated with this actress since she began her role, how could he not? She’s inarguably the most attractive woman going, the amount on unsavoury concepts his filthy man brain has conjured up over the seasons… well, they’re better off inside his head, he thinks. A mental note recorded to not let any of them slip.

It has him in shock that she’s somehow existing in this universe. He’s in even more shock when he realises that it’s taken him ending up in another dimension to be in her presence, he was sure that he’d have to somehow get himself to that fan convention a few states over without Sam finding out, and yet, she’s here. They’re both there. A loud yell to cut triggers him to collect himself.

She sighs, walking out of the set, towards the snack table- towards him. He goes to inhale deeply, to settle his excitement before making a fool of himself, but she speaks before he can.

“Jensen? Jared?” there’s a lilt of interest in her voice, even excitement on her part.

Dean does a double take. She knows him. No. She knows Jensen. Well, that solidifies the theory that this is the same universe from before. Jensen. He can work with that.

“Hi.” He responds, his best charming smile sliding onto his face paired with a small wave of his hand. It encourages her to come closer, Dean internalises his celebration.

“Um, why-” her brow furrows, as she struggles to phrase a sentence, “You’re on my set? This- our set.”

“Yeah...” Dean nods, processing how he can spin this, “Actually, I- we- we came to see you."

Her face flushes, eyes widening slightly before she catches herself. “O-oh. You did?”

Dean nods, smiling at her again. Sam offers her a slightly awkward, but still kind, smile as her eyes flick over to him.

“Well, I was going to head to a bar after this shoot.” There’s an air of confidence flooding through her words now, she looks back at her director for the evening. He looks exhausted as he talks to other crewmembers, shaking his head. He mutters something. Then there’s a loud statement, letting everyone know they can go home for the night, they’ll try to get the scene tomorrow.

“A bar, you said?” Dean can’t hide his smirk as he gains her attention again.

She nods, “Yep. I- actually, think you’ll love it.”

“Lead the way then, Doctor.” He adds a laugh to this, hoping it doesn’t make her cringe. It makes Sam cringe, which earns the taller Winchester a not-so-subtle smack to the stomach. She, thankfully, laughs. Man is it one of the sweetest things he’s ever heard. He almost lets himself get lost in the sound before he remembers that this is not his universe, and that he’s not even himself here. He’s Jensen instead of Dean. On that topic, he considered whether anything indicated whether Jensen was in a relationship. He knows Sam has to act married; Jared having married ‘Fake Ruby’ and all that. 

The two follow the actress.

They end up a street away from the studio. The lighting is low, but warm, almost comforting. Dean decides to be the gentleman and get the first round in. He asks the lady what she wants to drink, then hands his wallet to Sam, telling him to get him ‘a beer- no! No, a whiskey’. The two leave Sam at the bar to situate themselves in a more secluded booth in the back of the bar.

“Let's play a game.”

Dean’s head shoots around to her, eyebrow quirked and lips slightly smirked, challenging.

“I’m thinking... two truths, one lie?” There’s a playful tone to her voice as her lips morph to match his smirk.

“Oh, absolutely. We’re going to need shots...” Dean leaves the table just as Sam returns, earning him a confused look from his younger brother, but continuing with his mission regardless.

Once the older brother returns to the chosen booth with a tray of pre-poured shots, Sam takes one look and decides he wants no part, taking his chance to work out how the hell to get home instead. Dean, however, eagerly sits across from his celebrity crush, rubbing his hands after placing the tray down gently enough not to spill any nectar.

“Who’s up first?” he asks with a smirk, taking a swig out of his whiskey glass, he looks up to be met with a matching expression on the actress’ face as she begins to speak.

“I only got to where I am because I have a godparent high up in the industry. I speak multiple languages, aaaaand… I’ve been approached for… naughty modelling.” She finishes with a wink.

Dean’s biology serves him no favours as he processes her last insinuation, shuffling to obscure himself better under the table as he chokes a little on his whiskey.

“Well- I- The last one has to be a truth, there’s no way you haven’t. I mean, look at you.” His words met with a modest blush on her cheeks as she laughs a little. “There’s no way you can speak another language, well maybe for a role, but not fluently, so I call bull. Then that leaves the last truth to be nepo baby.”

“Take a shot. Or two… do you want to do a shot per wrong answer?”

“What? No- how’d I get that wrong?!”

“I’m not a nepo baby, just… either extremely lucky or someone was trying to get in my pants. Like the photographer that wanted me to pose nude for him… when I lived in France and spoke the language every day. Because I speak French. Fluently.”

Dean’s jaw drops open, sighing before he shoots two glasses back without a word. Y/N giving an approving nod.

“Your turn.”

It’s safe to say… Dean sucks at two truths and a lie. Or at least he does when any truths he could say sound crazier than any lies, especially when he reminds himself that he needs to play along as Jensen. In fact, he gets so many wrong that the night begins to blur, her needing to collect the next tray of shots as he fails to coordinate his way to the bar. By the time Sam returns, Dean’s slumped over in the booth, words barely English as they slur, and then, darkness.

When Dean sees the world again, he’s back in the concrete confines of the bunker. His brain struggling to work overtime to get his bearings and put memories in chronological order. Through his bedroom door comes Sam, acting as if nothing was wrong.

“Sammy- what- how’d we get home?” Dean’s voice comes out hoarse and gravelly as he speaks, rubbing his head.

“What do you mean? I drove.”

“Drove from… another universe?”

Sam laughs. “What?”

Dean’s face drops. “I- I- We were in that other place again- that- Ackles and Pada- Padalinski.”

Sam shakes his head, muttering to himself as he walks away, waiting until he’s around the corner before checking the photos remain on his phone. His brother blacked out the corner of the bar booth, his celeb crush posing next to him after covering his face with lipstick kisses.

[novafics]

l Missing l

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Kidnapped reader/talks of torture/talks of death.

Summary: Reader gets kidnapped and it's up to Dean to get to you in time before it's too late.

Word Count: 1.6k

Masterlist

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You shouldn't have done it, you knew that, but all you could think about was the smile on Dean’s face when he found out you bought him his favourite pie. Dean was currently away on a hunt with Sam and from what you had heard from both Sam keeping you informed and Dean’s complaining it wasn't going too well which is why you broke the ‘don’t leave the bunker alone rule’. From the tone in Dean’s voice that morning over the phone you could just tell that this hunt had taken its toll, not only were both boys coming back with some injuries but every place that they had stopped never had any pies which was to Dean, in his own words, a “travesty”. 

All you wanted to do was to make him happy, that’s all that mattered to you, just the smile that graced his face was enough to make you jump for joy. It was just supposed to be a quick trip there and back, no stopping, however as you left the store and were putting the keys into the door of your car you felt a sharp pain to the back of your head and you were out, dropping to the floor with a thud and leaving you unconscious for your attacker to easily drag away while your belongings laid on the floor along with Dean’s pie that you had so carefully picked out.

As you woke up you found yourself strung up in a cell. The floors were covered in both dried and wet blood, something that could only mean a bad time for you was in store. You could tell that the back of you head was still bleeding from the continuous drip of the blood running down your back, your hands were raised so far above your head that your feet only just reached the floor on your tiptoes which meant all of your weight was being supported by your wrists which at this moment felt like they were about to break from the force being applied to them.

In the distance you could hear screaming, not from just one person, no, from many. You felt like you were in a torture chamber waiting for your turn, which as you heard the footsteps closely approaching meant that you didnt have to wait long.

Ever since your disappearance it didn't take long for Dean to realise you were missing, you always called him to make sure he was having a safe journey back and so when you didn't call he went to the worst case scenario and tracked your car. You knew that Dean had installed a tracker in your car as he asked for your permission to do so, just so that he could have that extra precaution to make sure you were safe.

After seeing your deserted car and your stuff strone across the pavement both Sam and Dean knew that you had been taken. Upon further investigation they had also found sulphur along with your things, which led Sam and Dean straight for you. They knew exactly who had you, it was a rogue demon that they had encountered on their last hunt who at being forced away from what he was up to was so angry with the two he left a threat for them both so that made him the obvious culprit in this situation.

It had been around 10 hours now since you were taken, those boots you heard echoing throughout the halls was indeed a warning sign for your inevitable pain and not long after hearing those sounds the demon that took you started to torture you taking all of his anger at Sam and Dean out at you. At this point your whole body felt numb. Your once excruciating wrists now felt as if they weren't there. The numerous cuts and slashes across your body that once felt like burning all over had made your body run cold. You knew that it would all go from bad to worse when you got cold, that meant that you didn't have much time left as first you go cold, then you die.

Luckily for you Dean was on his way, they had finally managed to find the place you were being held and while Sam managed to exorcise the demon their last task was to find you before it was too late. It felt like an eternity before they found your cell and upon entering found you still strung up, covered in your own blood and perfectly still. You weren't frightened or crying, no, you weren't doing anything at all.

The sight in front of Dean made his blood run cold, he couldn't lose you, not you, never you. To him you were his saving grace and you meant everything to him. Sam had managed to loosen the chains around your wrists while Dean caught you on your way to collapsing onto a heap on the floor. “Baby?” his voice was a whisper at this point, scared that you weren't going to answer him ever again. 

“Baby, I'm here, please open your pretty eyes for me, please!” The desperation in his voice was one that even Sam himself had never heard before. As Dean continued to cradle you in his arms with tears falling in steady streams down his face he was sure you were dead, your one warm skin was ice cold and he could feel his heart breaking inside of him as he stroked your cheeks. 

Before his heart could shatter entirely however he watched as your eyes slowly started to open and your hands weakly started to hold on to him, desperate for him to never let you go.

“Oh my god sweetheart, you’re ok, You’re ok!!!” he had to repeat that you were ok a few more times before he could believe it himself. “Yeah i'm here baby, im here” you replied trying desperately to snuggle closer to him trying your hardest to bask in his warmth. 

Not wanting to stay in that place a moment longer Dean brought you back to the bunker tucking you under what you could only describe as a million blankets to get your body back to being warm again, The feeling of your ice cold skin being something he never in his life wanted to feel again, and luckily something he never did.

[angelaofwhite800]

Dating Dean Winchestrer headcanons!

Just some of my cute little headcanons

• Will for sure tease you about silly things that are cute, like if he's taller then you or has bigger hands then you, etc. But he's actually really sensitive to things that actually bother you and doesn't make jokes about them

• Movie night dates are his favorite, even more then food dates

• The best person to play those pranks on that are like "The mechanic charged me $500 for an oil change" Or like " They charged me $300 to replace my blinker fluid" Because his reaction is priceless

Probably something like this, lol

• No matter ur gender you are 100% his passenger princess, and he does let you pick the music

• On that note, I imagine that you'd probably catch him humming along to/lip syncing to songs that he says he hates, like something by Fleetwood Mac or Taylor Swift or something, but he will deny deny deny that it ever happened, lmao

• Also along with the passenger Princess thing, he would totally be the kind to put his hand on ur thigh while driving or hold ur hand while driving, and if you like moved his hand away he would look at you offended and put it back

Like that, lmao

Anyways, these are just a few of the cute little ones I have floating around in my head <3

[maxwelldean2012]

Bring It (Supernatural x sister!reader) - Backstory (on Wattpad) 

I Just found this on wattpad the other day and I wanted to share it because holy shit it’s so good. I’m a dude, and reading this was still really enjoyable. 10/10 would reccomend this story to any supernatural fans

https://www.wattpad.com/1382597193-bring-it-supernatural-x-sister-reader-backstory?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Maxwell8008&wp_originator=IRNDxXqDPqa0%2FXQCTvzaRF7O5JD6U357%2B3fwhw1olArJ1n%2BrS8lb58fo2kX%2BYtV%2F4k7kc76%2B%2F9lwmz9NdK6Gv3ngTuAbR2VPjDIJnZHt9jAj3K7wRhT8uoHL%2Brui4ASg In this story Y/N is Sam and Dean's half sister, but the half never mattered to them, to them you've always just been their baby sister. When they were kids, and strange lady came to the front door of their motel and confronted John with a little girl, only a few months old, in her arms. She left Y/N with the Winchesters and from then on they raised her with them as a hunter (Story will have lost of angst and lots of fluf. Probably wont be any sort of shipping/love intrests in it so dont be counting on that XD) I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL OR ANY OF ITS ORIGINAL CHARACTERS

[pexchybxbe]

Inbox open for x reader fic requests!

Hallo! I'm opening up my inbox for just a couple fandoms, really only two.

Futurama and Supernatural.

Now, I will go ahead and say that I'm not too fond of gore, but I'll do small detailing of it if the fic request either says or implies it. I'm mostly open to fluff, but will do angst too. Smut is a meh, so it'll be like a 50/50 whether I decide to do smut requests or not.

Now, the list isn't long, but here are some character X Readers I'm comfortable with writing (only because I know the character well):

Philip J. Fry X Reader Leela X Reader Dean Winchester X Reader Sam Winchester X Reader Castiel X Reader Jack Kline X Reader Bender X Reader Amy Wong X Reader

Now, here are some of the !reader tags I'm willing to do:

upset/depressed!reader drunk!reader fem!reader nonbinary!reader male!reader gender-nonconforming!reader artist!reader coming out!reader (if reader is deciding to come out, whether it be sexuality or gender) and more if you guys think of any!

Some for only Futurama: stripper!reader alien!reader cryogenically frozen!reader and more if you guys come up with some!

Some for only Supernatural: vampire!reader demon!reader angel!reader spirit!reader haunted!reader hunter!reader and any more if you guys have something in mind!

I'll also do song fics as well with any of the !reader tags!

[notinthislife50]

Chapter 4

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When you pulled up to the roadhouse you both jumped off the bike and headed towards the door.

Dean flung his arm around your shoulder kissing your temple.

“This was a nice few days Dean” you mummered.

Before you could open the door Dean grabbed your hand and pulled him flush with you before kissing you intensely.

“It really was” he said.

“But you know I’m not classifying that as a date bulldog” you smirked “you still owe me”

All Dean could do was smile as he followed you inside.

“Y/n” Ellen said “get everything sorted”

“Yep, all sorted” you replied handing over the receipts.

You Dean and Sam spent the next few weeks hanging out. The boys helped around the bar and you all got to know each other. For once in a long time they felt they belonged somewhere. Even you and Sam had became close. You both couldn’t help but tease each other as siblings do. Sam hadn’t seen Dean this content in a long time, he knew you and Dean were perfect for each other. And at the same time Dean laughed how someone so small could wrap someone so large around their finger in such a short period of time. And all you knew is you would die for these two men. Just like you would for Jo and Ellen.

One day Ellen shouted to Dean and Sam " you boys ready to earn your keep, I have a hunt for you”

“Sure” said Sam enthusiastically “what is it ?”

“Girl killed and ripped apart in her apartment but yet no sign of break in, seems a few girls have went missing from that apartment block” Ellen continued

“Sure we got it, right Dean?” Sam questioned

“On the case” Dean confirmed

Dean had came to say goodbye before he went on his hunt.

“See you in a few weeks " he stated bending down and kissing you.

“You better bulldog " you smiled back.

When the boys left Ellen was talking to you and Jo about another case that had came in.

“Girls in a cult, Ellen how’s that a case for us?” You questioned.

“Well y/n these girls are never seen again so even if we go check it out and it’s not supernatural at least we may be able to help these girls”

“Okay mum " Jo mused “let me and y/n look at the files some more see who is more qualified”

Ellen handed you both the file and you took yourselves into a corner to discuss the case.

“Okay Jo I want to propose something here” you stated

“I’m listening” Jo questioned

“Let me take this case” you said begging

“Why would I do that ? " she shot back

“The boys need a female to help with their case if i show up I look like the insecure girlfriend, but if you show up I save face… please sis. " knowing your begging would persuade her.

“Fine” she confirmed rolling her eyes “I’ll rescue your boyfriend and you go check out the cult”

“Thank you thank you thank you” you said as you threw your arms around her.

You both talked to Ellen about the plans and much as she didn’t want you both to go she knew she couldn’t hold you back.

“I don’t like it” she scowled " and you both better check in every three hours”

“Isn’t that a bit excessive " you questioned

“I’m a mother nothing is excessive” she looked at you both menacingly.

You didn’t know weather to cry or jump on her and hug her , right then you realised this was your family and they cared for you.

You and Jo headed out, you to your bike and Jo to her car. Before you left you hugged each other.

“I promise I’ll protect him " Jo whispered

“Jo “You warned “you’re my sister protect yourself first or there will be hell to pay”

Jo and the boys had been able to solve their hunt as hard and dramatic as it was for Jo she was glad she helped solved it. And couldn’t wait to fill you in.

The boys and her were finally able to start making it towards the road house.

Dean drove faster then usual, his thoughts were just getting back to you.

But when he reached the road house and got inside his excitement was quickly put to an end when Ellen informed him you were on a hunt yourself.

“Though I’m becoming worried I haven’t heard from her in five days” Ellen stated.

Another two days had past and still no one had heard from you.

“She has been on solo hunts before Dean she was taught by the best of us” Ellen tried to comfort the oldest Winchester, but when day ten had arrived and no one had heard from you. But she was secretly starting to panic. They all were.

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

Supernatural Drabbles

Supernatural Drabbles https://ift.tt/qOmtDfg by riannwrites so basically, coms and requests are open pls help i have terrible adhd i need motivation we need more supernatural content. !!EACH WORK HAS DIFFERENT GENDERED READER!! Words: 70, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of supernaturalxreader Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Multi Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Gabriel (Supernatural), Castiel (Supernatural), Original Male Character(s), Reader, Original Female Character(s), Original Character(s) - Character, Impala (Supernatural) Relationships: Sam Winchester/Reader, Sam Winchester/You, Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean Winchester/You, Male or female or NB reader, Gabriel (Supernatural)/You, Castiel (Supernatural) & You, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Destiel mentioned - Relationship Additional Tags: No beta we die like John Winchester, we love baby, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Open requests, Trans Writer, not educated on writing smut, bare w me here i've never published anything, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Demons Are Assholes, Angel Vessels (Supernatural), Yippee, writer curses at readers affectionately, autistic writer via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/vVNYlp0 March 19, 2023 at 08:04PM

[paarthurnax59]

My introduction to my supernatural/ Avengers fanfiction! please read it on Wattpad!

#deanwinchesterxreader #platonicSteveRogersxreader #supernaturalxreader #avengersxreader #steverogersxreader #avengersfanfic #supernaturalfanfic

[spitefulsatanwrites]

'nice car, man' (d. w.)

warings ; none, all fluff

pairings ; dean winchester x female!reader

summary ; dean sees y/n admiring his car outside a bar while on a case.

"Whoa.." y/n said staring down the back side of a 67' Chevy Impala

she had been stopped at a small old bar getting some food and a round when she caught sight of the bad boy parked outside the motel next door, the one you planned on staying at while you worked on the case you were dealing with down in the heart of texas, seemed like a vengeful spirit to her, at least everything pointed to it, though she was nervous.. she hadn't hunted since a bad run in with a demon.

she ran a gentle and careful finger along the side of the Impala and smiled "damn, what I wouldn't give to get behind the wheel of sometihng like th-" she was quickly cut off by a deep gruff voice from behind her, she spun quickly on her heels to face him, on high alert.

"I'm Glad you like it, it really is a beauty." he said shooting a glance toward the old car, she instantly turned a dark red, embarrased some random dude seen her gawking out over his car like a weirdo, "oh jeez..yeah no problem" she mumbled, rubbing the back of her neck gently, "it's really a beautiful car, Ive always loved classic cars."

He didn't really say much just stuck out his hand to her with a charming smile, "The Names Winchester. Dean Winchester." he said with a wicked smirk knowing he'd accomplished the one of a kind James bond entrance he wanted to try out.

she took his hand and smiled, "Well Winchester, You car is a beauty. I'm y/n l/n"

"Well then lets stop talking about it and go for a drive." He said jingling the keys with a sly smirk plastered to his face, a look that she just couldn't say no too.

[jtownraindancer]

chuck shurley x reader: arigata meiwaku

Central Air, while arguably one of Humanity's greater inventions, was proving itself to be, currently, your greatest nemesis.

Autumn had swept in seemingly overnight, temperature dropping to a point just above freezing in mere hours, frost framing the cityscape beyond your window.

The front desk unfortunately had no access to the central thermostat, and the few blankets she was able to provide- Fresh from the dryer, bless her soul!- were doing nothing to keep you warm.

You curled in on yourself, staring blankly at the green wall of the hotel room. You could hear Dean's snoring just beyond, and knew it was far too early for Sam to stirring yet.

You were beginning to regret taking the single; both of the boys were mountains of warmth.

Closing your eyes with an exhausted sigh, you felt yourself slip into a light sleep, half dreaming of familiar arms keeping you safe, protecting you from the chill and whatever else would dare to disturb your tranquility.

The dream, more of a memory, was doing wonders at warming you, your consciousness floating at the hazy cusp of drowning in it.

You were so cozy, so content, that you sleepily decided you could happily stay like that forever.

"So why don't you?"

Your eyes shot open, a gasp filling your lungs with blissfully cold air. You automatically went to move for your gun, instinctively making a move to jump away from the invader.

Except the arms around you and the legs that were with your own completely prevented that, your muscles only able to tense uselessly.

You growled, contempt and hurt layering together in a single syllable.

"Chuck."

"Hi, sweetheart."

A wave of warmth buzzed through your veins, tension leaving your frame against your will.

"You don't have the right to call me that."

Your words were breathy, your eyes heavy, your limbs lead. He was cheating, and there was nothing you could do to stop Him.

His lips grazed the juncture of your shoulder and your neck, his nose pressing against the exposed skin of your throat.

"I have every right, and you know it."

It was true, and you hated it.

You ached to call out to the boys, wanted to send a prayer to Castiel, but-

You knew He would never let them hear you.

It wasn't so bad, you tried to lie to yourself.

He was warm, and despite all evidence to the contrary, you knew you were safe. If you could just pretend the last few months hadn't happened, just for these few minutes-

Another wave of warmth was circulating through you, beginning where His fingers were brushing against your wrists, knitting through your frame, tickling your toes and finally settling in your heart.

For the first time in months, the cold vice of Dread had finally released its hold on you, your spirit light once more.

It did nothing for your conscience though, guilt begging you to push Him away, to fight Him.

But your name, shaped on the base of your neck, breathing across your skin, gave Him too much power over you, the quiet, lonely please which followed completely shattering what little remained of your resolve.

Seeking out His hands, you shifted to secure yourself more firmly against Him, letting the intimately familiar shape of His frame engulf you once more, just as you had done countless times before.

Even then, back in those simpler days when He had been nothing save a writer and you a recent ally to Team Free Will-

Even then, you had always been powerless against Him.

Some bitter part of you wondered if it had been His intention, if He had ever really given you a choice.

But in your heart you knew the truth, knew your own feelings were what gave Him this sway.

"I've been worried about you."

So many words you wanted to throw back in His face, so many bitter, broken retorts, yet-

"You're lying."

It was the simplest, easiest, most concise way to express your legions of protests.

He sighed, an exhausted, world-weary sound that left goosebumps in its wake.

"I never lied- Not to you."

You nearly scoffed, a puff of air slipping out before you were reigning your emotions back in, sparing His declaration a moment's contemplation.

Mildly irate, having realised the validity of His words, you found yourself frowning, eyes opening to glare at the wall.

"What do you want, Chuck?"

His thumb paused in its repetitive dance across your palm, the sudden loss of activity capturing your attention.

For a minute, you lost yourself in how perfectly your hands fit together, how pristine and soft His fingertips were, compared to the callouses that now littered your own.

He was quiet for a few more moments, so much so that you were wondering if He had forgotten the question. But then He was shifting His arms around you again, somehow pulling you even closer, His- heartbeat? Grace? Energy?- a rumbling echo in your own chest.

"Five minutes."

You wished you could see His eyes, could see if the vulnerability was all just an act or-

"Please."

Tremulous, more a brush of lips against your skin than an actual sound, but it rendered you completely defenseless.

Whatever thought of praying to Castiel you had had dissipated entirely, all thoughts of the boys and how this felt a betrayal-

You let yourself collapse into Him, eyes closing with your surrender.

You could sense His relief, could practically feel the peace emanating from Him.

He was so warm and gentle-

"God, I miss you."

You weren't even aware of your slip until you felt Him laugh quietly, the smile clear in His voice.

"All pun intended?"

A sour expression formed briefly in your passing annoyance.

"Shut up."

It was more a grumble, scarcely comprehensible, yet it had Him pressing an apologetic kiss to your temple. You could still feel His smile as He peppered a small trail of endearments back down to the base of your neck, lips lingering as He relaxed once more, steadied breath summoning a smile of your own.

There were sure to be Cosmic consequences somewhere down the road, but for the moment-

You were safe.

You were warm.

And even if only for just a few minutes, you could pretend everything was still right in the world.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

[boredoutofmymindwriting]

You´re not a burden

Based of a request by @aberrant-annie​ : Where the reader is feeling down or something is going wrong at home with family so he takes her under his wing so to speak?

Pairings: Platonic Misha x Young cast!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of mental abuse from parents as well as nudges towards eating disorders.

Wordcount: 1023

Masterlist: Click here

Authorsnote: I hope I'll do the request justice as well as my long absence, hopefully I'll get to writing more soon. As always feel free to send in requests and know that I'm here if you need to talk about anything.  (tags at the bottom, wanna get tagged? click here). Please let me know what you think of it even though it's short.

 Love y´all- Jo 

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~ Y/N´s POV ~

Everyone´s heading over to eat either by the food trucks or the cafeteria on set after finishing the second scene of the day. Of course it´s taken ages for us to finish it due to the boys normal shenanigans going on. I can´t help to get nauseous by the thought of food and having to eat in front of people no matter how nice and caring the cast and crew is.

“Hey Y/N, you coming with us to eat some or you eating in your trailer today? Not to sound menacing but we´re starting to miss you out here.” Jensen called out jokingly making me snap out of my thoughts.

“I´ll head to my trailer today, I´ve got some leftovers in my fridge and I could use some quiet time. I´ve got a headache creeping up on me and really don´t wanna delay filming because of it.” I lie with a sigh hoping they won´t see through it, I mean sure I´m an actress but you can usually tell if another actor is lying due to experience. Lucky for me they all seem to buy it as Misha gives me one of his sympathetic smiles and Jensen shrugs his shoulders.

“Sure, just make sure you drink water and get some electrolytes in your system as well as some rest.”

“You know I will J. Can you bring me some vanilla pudding if there´s any left in the cafeteria?” I try to act my happy and carefree self but it´s getting harder and harder by each day that´s passing by.

“Sure thing Y/N/N!” Jensen shouts with a grin over his shoulder as him and Jared head to the cafeteria. Misha pulls me in for a gentle hug before placing a kiss on my head.

“Take some more rest if you need it Y/N, your well being is more important than filming getting done. We can´t finish the episodes without you, definitely not if you burn yourself out.” He gently explains before letting me go.

“See you in a bit Y/N/N.” I smile slightly at him, he´s always been there for me ever since I became a part of the show. Almost like my own guardian angel, cheezy I know.

I briskly walk towards my trailer trying to stay focused on getting there quickly but the echoing from my parents degrading voices sounds like they´re right beside me. I thought work would get me away from them, keep me busy but no such luck. I keep my eyes fixed on the trailer door while walking and I can feel tears welling up in my eyes. I wrap my arms around myself trying to make myself feel safe while their words echoes in my head.

“You really shouldn´t have asked Jensen to bring back pudding, it´ll make you fat, well more than you already are. You really are stupid huh?” My parents voices nags at me, well not really but you get it. I hurriedly close the door to my trailer once I´m inside. I walk past the mirror not looking in it like usual before I lay down on my bed pulling my duvet over my body, hiding from the world. A small sob manages to escape me and soon tears starts to stream down my face as the sobs wreck my body. Suddenly a gentle hand is placed on my back before Misha's soft voice asks.

“Y/N can you come out from under there?” I shake my head before replying, feeling the tears coming back.

“N.no..” Misha lets out a sigh as he moves his hand to my shoulder causing me to flinch knowing he can feel my bones from underneath my duvet and the hoodie.

“Y/N please.... I just want to see you when I talk to you. I can tell you´ve lost a lot of weight lately, it´s not healthy.” He sighs before continuing “I just didn´t know it was this bad..”

I take a deep breath while slowly removing the duvet from over my head. I gradually meet his worried eyes.

“I, I didn´t mean for it to get this bad Misha but, but they…” I start to explain but the sobs stop me. Misha pulls me into his arm before placing a kiss on my head.

“It´s okay Y/N/N… take your time sweetie.” He reassures me.

“My parents… They keep telling me how much weight I have or will gain and how stupid I am.” When I say this I can see Misha's face falls.

“You gotta be kidding me Y/N. You´re basically starving yourself. Please, let´s go eat something. It doesn´t have to be a lot, just a sandwich or anything similar.” I shake my head.

“I can´t Misha, everytime I try to eat I hear my parents degrading me… It makes it so hard to take care of myself and actually eat what I need.”  Misha nods.

“Y/N do you trust me?” I nod. “Would it help to get away from the even while we´re not filming? You can stay with me, Vicky, West and Maison. We already love you and you spend a lot of time with us anyway. This way your parents won´t be able to re fuel the negative voices about you and we can help you build yourself up again. Sure it´ll be hard but we´ll be there with you through it all and support you.” He reasons and I nod.“It´d mean a lot to stay with you guys. I just don´t wanna be a burden to you.” He shakes his head and pulls me in for a hug. “Y/N you´re not a burden, never have been. I´d be happy to have you as a part of the family. You always have a family with us, not just me but Jared, Jensen and the rest of the cast and crew too.” I nod with a weak smile before hugging him back.

“Thank you Misha. Maybe we can have that sandwich or at least try it.” I smile lightly. Misha smiles lightly before answering.

“Sure thing kiddo.” 

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[binxiboo]

Sam and Dean meet Sam and Colby

Supernatural Masterlist // Full Masterlist

A/N: @princessmermaid1289 I'll be honest, I'm not entirely sure if this is along the lines of what you were expecting, but it's what has came into existence. So I can only hope it fills some kind of void. Enjoy (hopefully) x

Sister!Reader x Sam and Dean

Why did you agree to this? Oh, right, you don’t want two of your closest friends to accidentally get themselves killed. How they managed to make it out of this place alive the last time they were here, you’re clueless on; then again, half the places Sam and Colby have been in have had a capability of never letting them see the light of day again and yet, here they are.

You’re attempting to take shelter under a tree on this wet Texas night. It’s not torrential but its wet enough to be uncomfortable. If it was dry, you’d probably be able to hear the conversation occurring in the car parked a few feet away from you, instead you pay attention to the animated expressions being performed between car seats. The conversation comes to an end eventually as the three bodies in the car exit to join you on the sidewalk.

The three of you exchange hugs and ‘hello’s before quickly setting yourselves up to film. Once it’s agreed that everything is being captured the way Sam and Colby need it to be, they begin to introduce you to their audience. You’re ran through the situation they were in the last time they were here. Yorktown Memorial Hospital truly sounded like a place they shouldn’t have made it out of, their description wasn’t veering you away from that conclusion, if anything it was making you more certain that they defied death that day.

“So, the last time we were here, we interacted with Stacy.” Colby explains to you as the three of you make your way through the threshold of the hospital.

“Right, and Stacy’s a little girl?” You questioned, swivelling your head to look at both boys.

“Yes, Stacy’s mum worked here, and Stacy would come to work with her.” Sam expanded.

“Okay, interesting.”

They’d given you a small run down before you’d organised a date with each other, you’d pushed for more information at the time, but they’d wanted to capture your reaction on camera. Its not that you didn’t trust them to be safe either, but you didn’t want to willingly walk them into danger; your family had taught you better than that, hell, you’ve seen it happen enough to know better than that. From what you were told you’d arrived expecting a low key haunting, just a little girl with a tragic backstory, nothing too taxing. Sure, there’s enough rumours about this place going around, but as far as you were concerned, until there was a legitimate report severe enough to warrant a hunt, they remained rumours.

Sam and Colby continued to narrate your journey through hospital, stopping you once you arrive at Stacy’s corridor. As the camera gets passed between people, a bag gets dropped off Sam’s shoulder and you watch for a second to see a small ball and what looks like a children’s book be pulled from inside. A glance at your face gives away your confusion and Sam is quick to explain the items’ uses: the ball to ask Stacy to roll; and the book to read to Stacy to get her to trust you. You nod in response, slightly unused to communicating with the supernatural in this way, but willing to try it, nonetheless.

The ball gets handed to you, along with the phrase ‘do the honours’, and you gently roll it down the corridor. Slightly too much force leaves it slowly rolling into the gloom of the space the three of you stand facing. A minute passes with nothing happening, triggering a conversation among you over what was meant to happen and what it would mean in context.

While you weren’t talking particularly loudly, it was enough to mask the sound of two grown men opening a door on the other side of the darkness. Heavy boots sound their way down the corridor as your talking volume lowers to silence, three heads turning to see the ball roll its way back out of the gloom, stopping at your feet. The three members of your party almost look to each other, mouth agape in shock, until two very alive bodies emerge from the darkness moments later. Your eyes scan up from their familiar feet to their faces.

“What are you doing here?”

“We could say the same to you.” Your older brother, Sam, retorts back.

Sam and Colby look between you and the two men stood in front of you, having no idea who they are or why you’re talking to them so casually. You turn to face them, working out in your head the best way to explain this to both pairs.

“Sam and Colby,” you gesture to them, then swing your arms towards your brothers, “meet Sam and Dean. My brothers.”

Looks of recognition pass over your friends’ faces as your brothers’ scrunch in confusion. Sam and Colby don’t have any reason to recognise your brother by appearance, but the placement of names and your relation to them inserts faces into stories that you’ve told them over time. You approach your brothers beginning to explain who Sam and Colby are and why you’re here. Dean beats you to speaking.

“Is that a camera? Why is there a camera?” he pauses before something clicks, “No! God, no! You know better than that!”

Your face falls, confused at what would have him so defensive before he’s even gotten to know your company, a slight seething tone slips into your voice, “Know better than what, Dean?”.

“Hanging around with those stupid… Ghostfacer idiots.”

“Oh, Dean.” You sigh, “They’re nothing to do with those imbeciles. Yes, they go filming in haunted spaces. No, they don’t go trying to exorcise spirits with no training. Well… apart from now, maybe.”

“You brought them here to exorcise spirits?” Sam – your brother, Sam – interjects.

You turn to face him, not really wanting to see Deans face as he processes the suggestion. You want to object, because the idea is as irresponsible as it seems. Technically, no you hadn’t brought them to exorcise spirits, they only told you about one, only Stacy; you weren’t feeling like you were going to win the argument. Until your friends step in.

“No.” Colby steps in to defend you. “She didn’t. We asked her to come, and we’ve been here before. We aren’t here to specifically exorcise anything either.”

You turn to him, sending a small smile of appreciation his way.

“Right. So why are you here?” Dean questions.

Between you, Sam – not your brother – and Colby, you explain that your there to consult on the little girl they think they interacted with the last time they visited Yorktown Memorial Hospital. They make sure to include something about you being experienced, just to make sure they come across as responsible; they’re not looking to be throttled by your older, much bigger brothers.

Once everyone is filled in, you take the opportunity to interrogate your brothers as to their presence. They explain to you how Sam saw a report on a group of teens who entered the premises only to be terrorised by something and come away with physical injuries. Dean explains how he almost brushed off the whole thing as an internet hoax. Then Sam had shown him the photos attached to the post, well, the evidence was too plain to leave it. So here they are.

Your brothers linger with you and your friends, watching you film some content, Sam and Colby actively keeping both brothers out of the camera shot. You’re handed the children’s book that was pulled out of the bag earlier.

“Why am I doing everything?” You ask, the smallest hint of annoyance worming its way into your voice.

“Because…” Colby starts and loses any sense of reasoning he was grasping at, Sam rolls his eyes from beside him.

“Because you weren’t here last time, and you’re a female presence; you might be more likely to get a response. You’re probably more comforting than us.”

You have no further argument to that logic, so you sit yourself on the floor, leaning your back against the wall, legs crossed beneath you. If you’re reading Stacy a book, you might as well offer her the option of sitting with you to look at the pictures. You read the story, making sure to leave the book where you would if you were reading to a living child. While doing so, you’re oblivious to the reaction of the people stood around you, looking on in bewilderment as you act so casually about reading a ghost a storybook.

You’re standing up from reading as something grabs your arm. A sharp stinging pain rips across your skin with a curse from your lips. Four sets of eyes shoot to you, each of their bodies approaching from their places in the corridor. You hold your arm out in front of you, the light catching your arm enough to show a deep scratch, bleeding a little, in the shape of a human hand clawing its way into your skin, and then down your arm.

Sam and Colby look at each other, worried looks on their faces, as Sam and Dean carry on in their approach to gain a better look at your arm. Sam gently grasps your arm between his hands as he twists it to get a thorough look at the damage. Dean glares at his two new acquaintances as you raise your eyes to look at him, cringing in anticipation of the hellfire about to fall from him.

“What the hell was that?”

“The nuns.” Sam (not your brother) says, taking a visible gulp at Dean’s facial expression and stance.

“The what, now?” Dean responds, along with a face screaming ‘explain now, and explain fast’.

“The nuns that used to run the hospital. They’re… aggressive. At least they are when they’re present.” Colby contributes.

“Well, well done you! You’ve gotten my sister attacked by nun ghosts!”

Sam and Colby both look to each other, terrified. You pull your arm out of (your brother) Sam’s grip and put yourself between Dean, Sam and Colby. You’d rather stop this physical altercation before it can begin; you love Sam and Colby, but they weren’t going to be able to take Dean on, not in this situation.

“Can you just… not.” You turn your body to Dean, his stance dropping when he catches another glimpse at your arm. Its an alarming image to say the least, its not that its fatal, but its not a light scratch.

Sam and Dean herd the three of you outside the building and to the impala, delivering the conclusion that you were going to be exorcising something tonight, and it’s not going to be the little girl you just read a bedtime story to. Dean opens the trunk, instantly rifling through for all the salt they have, while Sam reaches for the med kit to tend to your arm.

Sam and Colby wait on their assumed side lines, not wanting to complicate the processes happening at the rear of the car. Their effort to stay out of the situation is ignored, however, when Dean thrusts salt guns and pellets into their arms. You’re personally too busy wincing at Sam disinfecting your arm ‘before it requires amputation’ in his words.

A whole conversation goes on between your two brothers as this is going down. They go through the options of how to go about expelling these nun ghosts.

“Salt and burn, Sammy? Where are the bones, man?”

“Right. So, haunted object?”

“Sam, that’s the entire building. We’re not getting away with arson.”

“Well, we can’t resolve their issues.”

“Why not?”

“They’re their own issue. If they can’t resolve that then how can we.”

“Fair. Last rites… something tells me they aren’t going to be willing to move on. Even if we could find a priest.”

“Cas-“

“Isn’t going to help us.”

You furrow your brow at Dean’s tone in that last sentence, concerned about the tension between him and his favourite angel. Now’s not the time to ask. It’s eventually decided that there’s no best way to go about expelling however many nuns there are from the hospital. You’ll just have to hope for the best. Which is how you’ve ended up in this situation.

Colby dragged across the room from where you were standing, being held against his best efforts to move, salt pellets being shot left right and centre, and you being held by your throat as your gun clatters to the ground at your feet. Hoping for the best, turns out, was not enough. The hand around your throat tightens slightly as you claw at air trying to loosen the grip. Everyone around you is far too distracted with trying to not get themselves killed to notice anything happening in your vicinity. Like the little girl gliding her way into the space before you. Until she screams.

The room stops. Movement and sound ceasing. The four head of the people you know whip to your direction as your neck gets released and your body drops as a subsequent reaction. You make the most of the air you can get into your lungs now, oblivious to the foggy cloud of nun floating around and away from you.

The room around you stays frozen as the girl makes her way around the room, sending each nun into a cloudy existence. You only notice the lack of nuns in the room when you have four men at your sides checking that you’re alive and okay. You don’t care about them, though, as you look up to the girl’s face. You furrow your eyebrows as you try to work out why her face seems familiar to you. She simply smiles at you on her way back through the door she entered. The others only look away from you when the noise of a ball bouncing across the floor begs for their attention.

They take this as the moment to leave before anything else can attack you. Your brothers send you, Sam and Colby out on your own first. The two of them stay behind and collect any of their gear that they can still get use out of.

You stand outside of the hospital with Sam and Colby, leaning against their car, sipping at a bottle of water they’ve handed you from their trunk.

“Tell me you guys at least got a good video out of me almost dying in there?”

“I’ll be honest, the camera was off as soon as you finished reading.”

“Sam! Really! I almost died and you didn’t get it on camera?” You glared at both of them, giving them each a solid few seconds of rage until they looked apologetic.

“In Sam’s defence, we didn’t really feel like getting murdered by either of your brothers.”

That was understandable.

[novafics]

l Winter Blue's l

Dean Winchester x Reader 

Warnings: sickfic

Summary: you were currently getting over a nasty cold, or were you?

Word Count: 608

Masterlist

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It was currently deep into the winter season for you and the boys hence you decided to stay behind for this particular hunt. It wasn't that you weren't capable of hunting in the cold however with you getting over a particularly nasty cold you weren't given the choice because in Dean’s words “if you think im letting you go and get yourself more sick sweetheart you have another thing coming”. 

Even though you were pretty bummed you were missing out on the hunt you couldn't help but feel thankful for Dean’s overprotectiveness as the cold you thought you were getting over was coming back full force.

 At this moment in time you were curled up on your and Dean’s shared bed wearing one of his flannels and trying your hardest to not let your current fever best you. 

You had thought that you were getting better which was obviously not true as you currently felt worse than you had felt the entire time. Your nose was constantly running with your throat feeling like you swallowed razor blades and the fever wracking your body was certainly not helping.

As the minutes slowly tickled by you got worse and worse, the slow rhythmic pulsing in your head was now an enormous excruciating pain you couldn't shake, as tears slowly started to make their way down your cheeks you decided the best thing you could do was to call Dean.

One thing you didn't think of however was that your phone was on the other side of the room. Deciding that you couldn't stand the pain a minute longer you slowly hauled yourself up from the bed, your movements slow and shaky. As you tried to take the first few steps you knew this wasn't going to be an easy task, black dots plagued your visions and the shaking in your body increased tenfold. 

You had almost managed to get to your phone when the blackness in your vision worsened, feeling scared that you wouldn't make it quick enough. You used the last of your energy to make the last step to your phone and grab it as you fell to the floor.

Right now it felt like time was working against you as you quickly started to lose more and more energy, luckily for you you had managed to click on Dean’s contact before you lost consciousness.

About 30 minutes later you started to rouse, no longer were you lying on the cold concrete floor though you felt the ache in your body not only from the fall but from the energy you had used up.

“Baby?, baby can you hear me?” Just hearing Dean’s voice let you know everything that you needed to know, you had successfully got Dean home to you. Slowly but surely you managed to lift up your head and make eye contact with Dean, the look in his eyes was swimming with worry though it lessened significantly as he made eye contact with you as he now knew that you were ok, you were still here with him.

When Dean got your phone call but no you on the other end it sent fear straight through him and he had never driven so fast to get to you, not only that but as he saw you collapsed on the floor he jumped straight into action mode carefully picking your body up and cradling you to his chest and to the bed where you now lay with a cold towel on your head and him sat next to you holding your hand in his. 

“Thank god sweetheart, i'm here now, and i'm never leaving you again”

[angelaofwhite800]

[elliewilliamssimp]

Dating Jack Kline Would Include....



Being like a sister to the Winchester brothers

Defending Jack and refusing to hear Dean say he’s a monster because he’s the son of Lucifer

“Y/N, he’s a mons-”

“I’m sorry, were you speaking?”

“Y/N-”

“Sorry, can’t hear you over the sound of your bullshit!”

“Real mature.”

Thinking he’s the cutest thing in the world despite physically being a full-grown man

You pinch his cheeks sometimes but because he’s a precious baby he lets you do it

“Doesn’t that hurt Jack?” Cas asked

Jack shrugged, “Yeah but she likes it so I let her do it…”

It physically pains him to see you sad or hurt

Like it hurts his heart

And you scare this poor bean on a daily basis

“Y/N, why are you standing on that chair? Please get down you’re scaring me.”

“Y/N please be careful with that gun.”

“Y/N stop trying to look like a badass, you’ll get yourself hurt.”

You like to joke that he’s your mom instead of your boyfriend sometimes

When he asked you out he sounded like a 1st grader asking a girl in his class out

You couldn’t stop smiling

You fought back your awwww though cause you didn’t want to destroy his self-confidence

He’s such a lovesick puppy

Dean jokingly said “you two crazy kids” once and now he can’t stop

You constantly catch him staring at you like you’re the stars

He said ‘I love you’ first while you were in the middle of drinking some water

You spit your water out, “What did you say?”

“Uh… I love you?”

You passed out, Y/N.exe has stopped working

“I BROKE HER!”

Sam snorted, “You didn’t break her, Jack, I think you just surprised her.”

You woke up to Jack yelling, “Y/N DID I BREAK YOU?!”

You, of course, said you love him back after many many many kisses were peppered across his face

When you’re gone and he thinks of you and the biggest smile ever spreads across his face

“When you’re gone the kid thinks of you and smiles like it’s Christmas.”

“DEAN!”

You want to say awww at least 10 times a day cause he’s just so goddamn adorable but you don’t for his sake

He’s just such a happy child you can’t help but love

Please never leave him, his heart can’t handle it

He’s constantly so scared that you’re gonna change your mind about him not being a monster and leave him

He’s had nightmares about it

“Just cause your dad is an asshole doesn’t mean you’re a monster now shut up and cuddle with me.”

You sit on his lap a lot and he like wraps his arms around you and just buries his face in your hair or your shoulder

He’s fallen asleep like that, no joke

He has lots of nightmares and goes to you cause he’s just so scared

He eventually just moved into your room in the bunker

The number of nightmares went down after that

You make him so happy

Soooooooo happy