#that's enough tags for now i gotta go watch supernatural cause apparently that's what i do with my free time now??

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Destiel Trope Collection 2019 Day 15: Fallen!Cas

The Art of Sleep | @wingsdestiel Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1631 Main Tags and Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Human Castiel, Dreams and Nightmares, Sharing a Bed, Cuddling & Snuggling, Fluff Summary: Castiel has trouble adjusting to being human, and has a particularly hard time sleeping. Dean helps him with his sleep issues, and if he thinks he's being subtle, he's not.

A Love of All Things That Grow | @rustling-pages Rating: General Word Count: 4909 Main Tags and Warnings: Miscommunication Summary: What Castiel does, after over a year of drama that didn’t give him time to get used to being human, is start a garden.

A New Beginning | @breathingdestiel Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1452 Main Tags and Warnings: s14 canon divergent, angst with a happy ending Summary: After they admit their feelings and share a passionate night together, Dean is heartbroken to find that Cas has left in the middle of the night.

a walk in the park | @breathingdestiel Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1236 Main Tags and Warnings: s12 canon divergent, fluff Summary: Dean and Cas go on a walk. It's a date, but Dean doesn't know it yet.

If Tomorrow Never Comes | @jupiterjames Rating: Explicit Word Count: 97806 Main Tags and Warnings: fallen Castiel, paramedic Dean, graphic depictions of violence, soul bond, hurt/comfort Summary: Doctor Sam Winchester and paramedic Dean Winchester work at one of the USA's most prestigious hospitals for supernatural beings and victims of supernatural occurrences. During an especially busy shift on a full moon night, Dean and his partner, Benny, respond to a dispatch for an injured celestial being. There they meet Castiel, an angel with a broken wing and a story he's not telling anyone about. After all, governmental agreements between Earth and Heaven have kept uninvited angels off of Earth for more than a century. But Castiel has willingly Fallen to Earth in order to stop a Disaster of divine proportions before it happens. And to do that, he needs the help and supernatural connections that the Winchester brothers possess.

Broken Wings | @pherryt Rating: General Word Count: 1627 Main Tags and Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Canon Divergent, Season 9 divergent, human!Cas, fallen!cas, Hurt!Cas, dean asks him to stay Summary: Sam succeeded - Crowley's cured and the Gates of Hell are closed and somehow he's still alive. It should be cause to celebrate, but all Dean can think of is getting back to the bunker as fast as he can. He's gotta find out if Cas is okay.

I Found | @cr-noble-writes Rating: No Rating Word Count: 1645 Main Tags and Warnings: fluff, angst, song fic Summary: Dean finds himself missing Castiel, and eventually comes to terms with his feelings for Cas only to find him again and wonder if he feels the same.

Worth the Fall | @DesiraeLovesDestiel Rating: Explicit Word Count: 25138 Main Tags and Warnings: Teacher Dean/Fallen Angel Cas, True love, smut, fluff, humor Summary: The angel Castiel was stationed on Earth to observe, not interact. When he takes it upon himself to intervene in an accident that would have claimed the life of Kindergarten teacher, Dean Winchester, there were consequences. Stripped of most of his powers, Castiel is forced to live as a mortal for one year. But after getting to know the man who led to his fall from grace, the angel soon discovers that he has a choice to make. Return to his post when his punishment is over and never see Dean again, or give up his near immortality to take a chance at a life on Earth with the human he has come to love.

Making love out of nothing at all | @marian-elisa Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 12758 Main Tags and Warnings: Canon divergence, human Castiel, friends to lovers, love confessions, slow burn Summary: A graceless Castiel realized he was in love with Dean. After asking Sam for advice, he decided to tell Dean the truth. From there, things didn't turn out as he would've wanted them to.

A Case of The Grumps | @lemonsorbae Rating: General Word Count: 1073 Main Tags and Warnings: Fluff, Canon Universe Summary: The angel is grumpy.

Home is With You | @thursdays-fallen-angel Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 6911 Main Tags and Warnings: Fallen!Cas, Alpha!Cas, Omega!Dean Summary: News of Heaven's forced exodus reaches them, but for the most part, it doesn't do more than graze them. They stay in the bunker, and as long as they're there, rumors of angry angels remain just that-rumors. Inside the safety of their bubble, Sam slowly begins to heal, and as Dean fusses over him and nurses him back to health, life returns to normal. An altered sort of normal, sure, but normal nonetheless. And thankfully, Dean keeps busy enough with his brother that most of his other stresses can remain safely on the back-burner. Well. All stresses except for the biggest one.

Endings Are Easy | @mittensmorgul Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1569 Main Tags and Warnings: Episode: s14e10 Nihilism, Coda, Future Fic, Happy Ending, Everything is Beautiful and Nothing Hurts Summary: They all finally get a happy ending.

His Leather Jacket | @babybluecas Rating: Explicit Word Count: 10549 Main Tags and Warnings: canon divergent, bittersweet ending, first kiss, first time, fallen!cas, biker!cas Summary: Kicked out of the Bunker, Cas left to live his human life on his own. A few weeks later, he and Dean meet again to solve a case together and Dean can barely believe his eyes. Cas in a black, leather jacket, riding a motorcycle - that's a thing Dean's never expected to see, but he's surely not gonna complain.

There's a rule | @flurryflair Rating: Explicit Word Count: 15209 Main Tags and Warnings: Case fic, Explicit sexual content, Alternate Canon, Human Castiel, Road trip, Angst and feelings, Introspection, Denial of feelings, Mild gore, Canon typical violence, Past Dean Winchester/Lisa Braeden Summary: "He can see the sunburn blooming on Cas’s nose, the messy stubble covering his cheeks, the wet dip right above his lips, his eyes, blue and clear and staring at Dean with a longing that feels like it’s primal and raw and everlasting. And Dean wants to have him, wants to keep this, all of it, but he can’t say it. He doesn’t know how to love him in daylight, doesn’t know how to love him honest." ---- Sequel to "There's a nail", where they take the road trip and try to figure it out.

A Few of My Favorite Things | @zenmuppet Rating: Mature Word Count: 1764 Main Tags and Warnings: established relationship, blowjobs, smut, fluff Summary: Castiel has been human for seven months now, and he has found it increasingly annoying. The endless “maintenance” his body requires is his primary complaint, but he also resents the tedium of being polite, the physical weakness of the human body, and the extreme limitations of his five senses. There are a few tangible things, however, that Cas has found make his humanity bearable. These things make him happy, and he will indulge in them at every opportunity. These things are, in no particular order, coffee, cheeseburgers, driving a car, hot showers, blowjobs, kittens, and day spas.

Just a Sniffle | @almaasi Rating: General Word Count: 2027 Main Tags and Warnings: Canon Universe, Fluff, Schmoop, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Warm and Fuzzy Feelings, Sick Castiel, Human Castiel, Affectionate Dean, Foot Massage, Light Petting, Sharing a Bed, Castiel and Dean Watch Television, Dean Watches Castiel Sleep, Sam Knows Summary: Cas is feeling under the weather. Dean skips a hunt to offer some gentle care – which apparently includes foot rubs.

Hold Your Breath | @anupalya Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2462 Main Tags and Warnings: POV Castiel, Human Castiel, Domestic Fluff, First Kiss, Light Angst, Father Figures Summary: Castiel has the hiccups.

indisputably human | d_e_marcus (AO3) Rating: Mature Word Count: 5659 Main Tags and Warnings: Fallen Angel Castiel; Sad Castiel; Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; Emotional Hurt/Comfort; Castiel Learns to be Human; Depression; References to Depression; Anxiety; Happy Ending Summary: When Castiel’s grace was stripped away, leaving him shockingly, indisputably human, the overwhelming number of sensations that flooded his body brought him to his knees. Or, the one where Castiel loses his grace, becomes human and is Bad at Feelings.™

I've Got The Scars From Tomorrow | @babybluecas Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 3404 Main Tags and Warnings: canon divergent, fallen!cas, first kiss, fluff and angst Summary: A slight change in Cas’s appearance triggers Dean’s memories of his short trip to the year 2014. Luckily, it’s nothing that can’t be dealt with, with a right amount of shaving cream and a razor. Cas is stubborn, Dean has a story to tell and they both learn something important.

Fall & Rise (WIP) | @blazeeblake Rating: Mature Word Count: 67714 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Canon, Fallen Castiel, Dark Castiel, Mary Lives, John Winchester's A+ Parenting, Canonical Character Death, Minor Character Death, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary: During the war in Heaven, Castiel falls to earth and ultimately joins Lucifer as a Prince of Hell. Centuries later, he finds himself reluctantly ruling Hell in Lucifer’s stead, embittered by both his circumstances and the decisions that brought him there. But when a plan to to reignite the war surfaces, Castiel is launched into a battle of a different kind, one that pits him against those he once commanded and has him protecting the very beings whose existence led to his exile. On the night of November 2nd, 1983, Castiel’s interference in Hell’s plan brings him in contact with Winchester family, and from that day forward, as they struggle through the repercussions of circumstances that irrevocably change and bind them, they are each of them forced to reexamine their understanding of their place in the world, what they are willing to fight for, and who they truly are.

Your Story Isn't Over Yet | jscribbles (AO3) Rating: Mature Word Count: 75443 Main Tags and Warnings: sam's POV, sex swap, temporary female Cas, pregnant cas, grace baby, mentions of losing a baby, pregnancy, morning sickness, temporary character death, canon divergent, angst, grief, human Cas Summary: One morning, Castiel wakes up suddenly very lady-shaped, and Team Free Will discover that a nephilim grows inside him. Sam has no idea how this could have happened considering Cas was supposed to be human, and Dean seems uninterested in finding out how or why their friend is pregnant and female - but he seems goddamn excited. Castiel retreats into himself, seemingly more depressed than usual. Sam is determined to get to the bottom of this mystery, though the others seem reluctant to discover the origin of the nephilim. Could the answer be right under his nose?

[juicifeur]

The Guy at the Bar (Lucifer x reader)

Summary: Lucifer decides to go to a bar and get drunk to deal with his problems

AN: I haven’t written in months, so be kind :)

Word count: 1.1k

One drink after the other, he sat at the bar hoping he would feel numb. His head had begun to feel heavy with drink and when he turned it the room lagged. With his energy in the toilet since becoming more or less human, all he felt like doing was drinking, and plotting his sweet revenge against those good-for-nothing Winchesters.

One of the bartenders brought around another bottle of...something. Her name tag read Stacy, and her shirt clung tightly around her chest. Her hands worked quickly and gracefully with the bottles as she poured him another and took the empty’s away. Not bad. He thought as he sipped. The burn that trickled down his throat was less-so than it had been when he started, but the feeling in his head kept getting lighter and lighter. He hadn’t felt this good since before he lost his grace.

He had never really spent time with humans, considering that he thought they were a bunch of primitive mud-monkeys, who didn’t deserve a lot of what they got. But all things aside, he did appreciate the chaos they caused when using substances like this. Made them fun to watch at least.

   “And then they locked me in a big cage for the ‘greater good’ and it ‘saved humanity’,” He rolled his eyes and drank again. The second bartender, you, nodded along with the story, as you had probably a million times to hundreds of different customers. This guy just clearly needed to talk.

The bar was empty except for your current customer and the other bartender.

   “Sounds like quite the story.” You muttered, cleaning the counter with a damp cloth. It was nearly closing time. The 8pm-2am shift was starting to take its toll and you could feel your limbs slowly starting to lose the ability to work efficiently. All you wanted was to go home and sleep for the next two days.     The only thing that seemed to keep you awake was the man sitting across the bar. He wore dark colours, and they made his eyes look darker than they probably were which made him all the more enticing. Slowly taking him in, your tired eyes wandered over his broad shoulders and stubbled chin. Then you realized his lips were moving, and you had to start paying attention again. It wouldn’t be long before your brain would begin to shut down for the night, taking your inhibitions with it.    “Now my son is stuck with those mutton-heads and I can’t get anywhere near him,” He drank.    “So, I killed a lot of people and tried to destroy the world one time and I’m the bad guy.” Lucifer finished off his drink and looked up at you. Having no idea where this conversation had come from, you just smiled and nodded.

He sighed.

   “Here,” You said, pouring two shots and sliding one to the man across the counter. He looked up into your eyes and smiled softly.

   “I feel like you understand everything.” He lay his chin on the top of his arms on the bar and smiled up at you. At this point, he was very far gone, his eyes sparkling with drunkenness and something evil, but you smiled back down at him anyway. He wasn’t too bad looking, quite attractive in physique; and if you liked the rugged, slightly crazy type, then he was practically a score and a half. He looked like the kind of guy that teaches kindergarten, but apparently had a sex dungeon at home considering how much he was talking about being in a cage. Hopefully never confused the two.

   “I’m telling you, bartending is like therapy with alcohol.” You smiled and proceeded to clean another glass and set it back on its hook.

   “What’s your name?”    “Lu- uh Nick.” Lucifer responded quickly. Remembering that most folks didn’t exactly like to chat casually with the devil, or the criminally insane.    “Alright then, Nick. Anything else you got on your mind?” You took back the shot you made for yourself and breathed out, setting the glass in the sink. The shift was almost over anyway. The man in front of you did the same and handed you the empty shot glass. He shook his head.

   “No, not really.”

   “Well then I guess it’s time for the bill then.” You turned around and started to ring up everything he’d ordered. Hopefully he would still leave a tip.

   “Wait. I gotta pay for these?” He  looked at all the empty glasses that had started to pile up in front of him and you laughed.

Nice smile, Lucifer thought. Would look better on my floor.. No wait that’s not how it goes...     “How many have you had tonight?” You asked, pulling him out of his mind long enough to maintain eye contact.    “Enough.” He puffed out his cheeks and breathed back out, a puff of warm air, scented with enough alcohol to knock out a bear. It would have made you dizzy if you weren’t already so tired. You didn’t exactly know how he was still sitting upright.

Lucifer reached into the back pocket of his jeans for the money he had and put it on the counter, all three dollars and twenty five cents. You stared at him for a moment.

   “Well, I agree. Maybe you should have a glass of water.” You started filling a glass from the tap and he scoffed, his shoulders slumping forwards.

It wouldn’t be the first time that you had to let a customer go without paying. Your boss didn’t like it very much. But from experience, you knew that the hangover only got worse when you woke up and realized how much you’d spent on alcohol.

   “Never understand why you humans drink this stuff. The molecules are so boring, there’s nothing good about it.” He groaned softly.

   “Keeps us hydrated, and it’ll make the headache you’ll have tomorrow a little less nerve-damaging.” You chuckled softly and leaned on the bar as the alcohol started to visibly catch up with the man in front of you.

   “Maybe w’ should get together sometime.” He smiled wickedly and his head lolled to one side for a moment. With that goofy grin on his lips he looked like a cat that ate the canary. You smirked softly, wondering why you found him so attractive.    “Yeah, maybe we can take over the world together, handsome.” You started to flirt back, finding your inhibitions lowered by the attractive man at the bar and his mysterious eyes. “I thought you'd never ask.” The man smirked.

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Homeward Bound : Chapter 10

Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader, Billy Hargrove x Henderson!Reader

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13

Chapter Summary: It’s like the Breakfast Club! But lamer...

Word Count: 3,739

Warnings: Swearing, awkwardness, THE BABIES ARE HERE!!!

Author’s Note: Gotta keep up with Amanda, don’t I? 😉

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You looked up with a grimace. Steve Harrington was standing over you in all his fluffy haired glory, being an absolute dick, as per usual.

“I highly disagree.” You snapped, pulling his arm off you “What the hell are you doing here anyway, what you got an APB out on me now?”

Steve’s demeanour deflated instantly, stepping back, hands finding their way into his front pockets, shoulders hunching slightly. “It’s the last day of school, somebody has to do the annual ‘threaten kids into not being assholes’ speech.” He explained.

“They still do that?” you asked, letting your guard down just for a second.

“Unfortunately, and apparently it’s a rite of passage to do the speech. Which means this year I got spit balls shot at me and paper balls lobed at my head by snot nose kids.” He replied.

“Oh the irony, you used to do that all through high school, especially when it was Callahan doing the talking.” Nancy said, knocking her shoulder into his. Steve smiled, pulling her into a tight hug.

“Hey, Steve.” She said softly into his shoulder. They both looked highly emotional, a strange sight for you. You remembered when she couldn’t stand being in a room with him and he was still just trying to prove that he wasn’t still in love with her, to no avail. And while that went away with time, they never seemed exactly close.

“I didn’t know you were coming in today, I thought it was tomorrow.” He replied, pushing her back slightly by the shoulders, looking her over “How’s Sybs?”

“Good, thank you again for the gift for her, you’re two months early, but she looks adorable in the bunny suit and it’s the only thing she’ll stay asleep in now.” Nancy replied with a smile.

“Good, I’m glad.” He replied. “Your mother must love the attention and the full house again, how’s she getting along with Jonathan? Or did he end up staying back?”

“Jonathan is visiting with his mom; he’ll come down with them later in the week.” She replied easily.

“They still hate each other?” you asked, popping a stick of white chewing gum into your mouth, grinning cheekily at her.

Steve rolled his eyes “You’re just gonna ask that like it isn’t rude, huh? He asked disappointedly “’Cause you know, it doesn’t really matter anymore. They’re married and Karen’s just gonna to deal. Besides, they can’t be that petty as to-”

“They absolutely hate each other. Jonathan wouldn’t come down with me to stay with her; he’s still trying to find a way to not have to stay with her when he gets here.” Nancy replied breezily with a shrug.

“Ha! I knew it!” you cried, grinning like a fool.

“You always gotta be right, Y/N?” Steve asked. You turned to look at him, ready to retort with sass and anger. But he wasn’t cocky or annoyed, he was trying to hold back a grin; his eyes shining with mirth. Nothing about him was confrontational and the need to fight back drained from your body.

“When you’re around, Harrington, I’m always right.” You replied, a small smirk slipping onto your lips. And looking at you, relaxed and bright and joking again, Steve felt his whole body warm and glow. He didn’t release how cold and uncomfortable he was until you smiled; your body language could change his whole disposition and your smile could light up a whole room.

“So wait what are we doing here? Just wandering? ‘Cause I have no one here I need to see, except Mike but I’m not gonna pull him out of class, you know?” Nancy asked.

“Well, I’m hiding from Hargrove. I can’t get caught by him without Dustin or else I’ll get dragged into his truck.” You replied.

“He’s following you around?” Steve asked, tone hostile and worrisome, his whole body lifting to appear more physically opposing.

“No more than you are.” You replied, watching him deflate like a popped balloon. “He just saw me outside the school and decided that he had the time to try to get me in his truck. Probably not something he should be doing while on the clock.”

“He’s definitely got the time, since he’s on probation.” he replied. You cocked your brow, utterly lost, expecting clarification. “Powell caught him driving around drunk a couple months ago, Mr. Sherman put him on probation since it was in the truck. Powell never booked him on it because, according to him, the lost wages should be more than enough punishment. He’s got another week of forced time off before he’s back in.” Steve explained.

Nancy furrowed her brow “Why not just fire him then?” she asked.

“We’re short on mechanics. Usually we get a couple kids from the trade school Milton, but they opened a new shop in Carmel and so we didn’t get many kids up here. Mr. Sherman’s short a man and without Billy, he’ll be down to just him and George Burns.” Steve replied.

You hummed “Billy didn’t mention that…” you said, not really to them but more to yourself.

Billy was never the most honest guy on the block, but he owned up to his fuck ups fairly quickly, usually without being pressed or even asked. He owned up to still not getting along with Max and Susan, his dislike still very apparent. He owned up to not going home in part because he was scared. Hell, he owned up to supposedly still being in love with you! But this, this almost expected thing was hidden from you. You wondered what else he was hiding.

“I don’t know, I mean its Hargrove, he’s not much of a talker.” Nancy said reasonably, smiling sympathetically at you.

“Besides, he probably didn’t want to be doing much talker. Or have the time, I should say.” Steve said, his tone forcefully light and more than a little bitter.

Nancy gasped “You told him?!?” she cried, earning an awkward chuckle from Steve and an eye roll from you.

“He picked me up this morning. I had to tell someone or else I would explode from shame, embarrassment, and the giddiness of a secret.” You replied.

“He picked you up?” Nancy asked “And you didn’t tell me?”

“What exactly is there to tell, Nance? He picked me up, we had breakfast, and then he drove me home. Not exactly rocket science.” You replied, watching her carefully.

“Right, right of course…” she said, nodding quickly, her mind obviously running through a million scenarios. “So…how’d it go? You have fun?” she asked, a little twitchy and excited, far too excited for the subject at hand.

“It was fine. Like I said nothing major, right Steve?” you said, making Nancy jump. She’d forgotten he was there. Steve muffled a laugh, watching her curiously.

“Yeah,” he said, a tiny giggle popping out at the end of the word, forcing him to swallow his giggles, finding a stern face. “Yeah, fine. Are you alright, Nance, you’re really jumpy.”

“Fucking hormones man…I have the memory and foresight of a fucking goldfish…” she  muttered, shaking her head wearily.

You giggled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders “Ah, Mrs. Nancy Byers-Wheeler, you are too fun to bug. Truly, you should be pregnant all the time, it makes it more fun for me. I get to be the smart one.” You said.

“I am still the smarter of the two of us, even with a baby stealing my brain cells.” Nancy frowned, annoyance evident in the heavy line creasing the centre of her forehead.

“I know, my dearest darling, I know.” You replied, making her smile again and sharing it with her.

“Hey! What the hell are you doing?” Steve called at a flock of teenagers in the hall a few feet away. You almost didn’t recognize them.

Max, Lucas, Mike, Dustin, and a girl you could only label as Marcy were all ahead of you, loitering around as the girl you’d labelled Marcy scratched something into the wall.

Mike, significantly taller but somehow not the tallest of the group, turned to find the sound and, without registering the whole of your little band, turned back to his friends and yelled “Scatter!”

You stepped forward, holding Steve back as you replied “Chill, Wheeler, nobody’s gonna tell on you.” Max turned back to look at you, roll her eyes as she grabbed Mike by the back of the shirt collar.

“Chill, dipshit, it’s just Steve and…is that you, Henderson? Jesus you turned into a hippie.” She said, earning a collective sigh from the group.

I haven’t had time to cut it, been busy.” You replied, walking over to the group to muffle her red hair, chopped almost completely off into a red pixie cut, mirroring Mia Farrow from Rosemary’s Baby. “Ugh, don’t mess with it, it took morning to get it to look this good.” She moaned, pushing your hand

“And it still looks like shit.” Lucas joked. Overall, he’d changed the most. While Mike had gotten taller, he still looked a little like an elf and was still too pale, and Max was still freckled and tiny, boyish save for her well done makeup, clearly a way to remind the world that she was still in fact a girl. Lucas was the most mature looking-the tallest of the group and the strongest. Dustin had said he’d taken up the helm of being the group’s sports star, captaining the basketball team in Steve’s place. His hair was still cropped short and his smile was still kind, but awkward. Underneath it all, he still seemed to be the little, awkward, logical boy you’d left in Hawkins with bad clothes and a worse relationship with his little sister, now a eighth grader.

“That’s not what you said earlier.” Max replied, eyeing him up. You cringed at their little routine, still virgining in their attempts at adulthood.

Mike was looking at you all, gobsmacked to see everyone all at once. “Nancy?” he asked, finding his sister in the group. “Jesus Christ what’re you doing here? Mom’s gonna kill you and the baby.”

“Language, Mike! Sybil is picking up on words now!” she cried.

“She’s not here now, is she?” he shot back and the two fell into a stream of bickering.

“Yeah well…it looked better then…” Lucas tried, awkward and strained.

“Y/N! What’re you doing here?” Dustin asked, pushing his way to the front of the group, clearly embarrassed.

“We were bored, decided to loiter inside the school instead of outside.” You replied with a shrug.

“And you are?” a female voice asked, high and tight. The supposed Marcy had stepped forward, hands on her hips and chest stuck out. If you were her age, this would turn into a girl fight, forcing strained seduction and quick backhanded acts of kindness.

“Hey, I’m Y/N,” you said, sticking out a hand for her to shake, which she looked at with a scowl. “I’m Dustin’s older sister.” You added. Quickly, her demeanour changed; she deflated, looking away with a sort of embarrassed inward cringe, shaking her head.

She huffed out a sigh, taking your hand and shaking it weakly “Hi…I’m Marcy, Dustin’s friend.” She said.

“I thought as much, I’ve heard a lot about you.” You replied with an easy smile, trying to urge her on. She looked uncomfortable, feigning toughness in dark clothes and a scowl painted dark purple, emphasizing the thickness of her lips. It all looked like what your mother would call an attempt to muffle your beauty, a form of dazzle camouflage that was meant to distract and scare away, not invite in. You understood her, you were her when you were her age.

“Really?” she asked, a small smile pulling at the corners of her pursed mouth, trying in vain not to smile.

“Yeah, you pop up in more letters than anyone else, well maybe anyone except Steve over here, he takes first place.” You replied, watching both Steve and Dustin cower away, watching you horrified and nervous.

“Y/N, that’s enough.” Dustin said, eyes flicking between you and Marcy, too nervous to look at either of you fully. You tried to sympathize; you didn’t want to be like your mother and embarrass him, but if it’s that easy to embarrass him then you didn’t know how to really communicate with this poor girl.

“That’s cool.” Marcy announced, the evidence of a smile on her eyes and cheeks, her mouth still holding firm despite the lilt in her voice.

“So, what does he say about me?” Steve asked nervously, shifting his weight between feet. Dustin looked at him curiously and a silent look was exchanged; Dustin confused and Steve trying to seem calm as his mind raced with possibilities.

“I mean…nothing major, he mostly just mentions you every time he talks about friends or hanging out.” You replied with a shrug, not registering his tense body language he was displaying.

“Really? Nothing else?” he asked, eyes darting around the hall.

“Not really, I mean, I didn’t even know you were a cop, remember? He’s not great with details.” You replied, watching him curiously. Steve seemed to be calming down, though his nerves were still ragged and raw and now very obvious to you. “You know, if this questioning is going to continue, I’m going to need a lawyer.” You said with a smile, nudging his shoulder. He smiled, though the twitchy energy wasn’t fading.

“Guys,” Marcy called, having gone back to examine her work, her scratchy letters spelling out ‘fuck school’ surely to be cover by paint or simply more scratches before the beginning of the school year. “I gotta get going, Andy’s gonna be here soon, I’ll catch you around, yeah?”

“Yeah, you still looking for a job in town?” Dustin asked, picking up her bag off the floor.

“Got an interview at Darlene’s Dress Shop at the mall, if all goes to plan I won’t be looking by Monday!” She replied, running down the hall without another word. Max rolled her eyes, sending her a half hearted wave.

“Bye Marce…” She muttered, a scowl making lines around her mouth. Lucas rubbed her shoulder gently, shaking his head.

“She’s not worth it, M&M…” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Guys! She had our hall passes! We gotta go!” Mike cried, trying to run off again, only to be grabbed by Nancy, forcing him back.

“It’s the last day of school, exams start Wednesday. Relax, you won’t get detention.” Nancy said softly. Mike nodded, his breathing shaky. Mike seemed to have gotten the worst of the anxiety, or at least the most obvious. Dustin had mentioned he’d turned into a bit of a square but you didn’t see it. He just seemed stressed out, a nervous twinge to his movement, a dart in his eyes. Hawkins obviously wasn’t helping him.

“And besides, if they even tried we’d come and break you out. They can’t hold you here, you’re graduating in a week!” Dustin added, wrapping a careful arm around the lanky boy’s shoulders, squeezing him too tight.

“That’s not encouraging, dude.” Mike replied, his face scrunching from the uncomfortable squeeze, pushing away.

“Well, how about then we get out of here? Can’t get detention if you aren’t in the building.” You offered.

“Yes, you can. We tried that, they just call home.” Mike retorted, crossing his skinny arms over his chest.

“Anybody else?” You asked, turning your attention to the others, already grabbing their bags off the floor. They nodded, heading down the hall. You motioned for Steve and Nancy to follow them, leaving Mike behind.

“Aw Jesus Christ wait up you assholes!” Mike cried, running to catch up with the rest of you. As it turns out, peer pressure and a bit of motherly coaxing still worked on him. You restrained yourself from laughing at him, his shaggy hair bouncing with every bound.

“Where are we even going?” He whined, eyes darting around for some mythical hall monitor or camera waiting to catch him.

“Well, I only have one request for you all, and then you can go wherever you want.” You replied with a shrug.

“We’re going to Scoops after this, its tradition, dumbass.” Max added, brushing her bangs off her face and holding out her palm to you, silently asking for gum. You complied easily, digging around in your purse for the pack and a pen as you found your way back into the front hall and in front of that mural.

You pulled the visitor pass from your pocket and handed it to Steve, motioning for Nancy to do the same. “Go and return these for us and keep Rhonda busy for a minute, okay?” you asked.

“What, why?” he countered, taking the polyester lanyards.

“Because I’m about to get the kids to commit a minor criminal offence and you’re a cop. So go away. You heard nothing.” You replied, pushing him towards the office door. Steve complied, heading into the office like a child forced to say hello to their kissy aunt.

“Alright,” you announced with a clap of your hands “Before you leave this place forever, I think it’s important to leave behind a legacy. Yearbooks get forgotten, photos get switched out, but with a single act of defiance we can leave a message that might last a bit longer.” You pulled the small card from the mess of school spirit themed messages.

“This has been up since I graduated, they never change this board and so you’re message will last as long as the board does.” You explained, showing them the card, the back of which gave the old guidance counsellor’s information for parent use, handed to you with a worried expression that same day.

You wrote the message out of defiance and anger.

Mrs. Donaldson had declared that you should return to high school for a year, do the victory lap to make you truly ready for college life. The idea that you weren’t ready made your blood boil; you were ready as you could ever be. She didn’t understand-after what you’d seen you could handle anything.

“I just think, after the year you’ve had, you deserve a redo.” She said, folding her hands neatly in the centre of the desk, her giant square rimmed glasses slipping down her nose.

“Do I have the marks for college?” you asked boredly, eyeing the teen psychology posters lining the walls with a grimace.

“Well yes, but after Heather’s-” she began, watching anxiously as your bored expression switched into an angry one. She silently braced herself for the explosion.

“What the hell does Heather have to do with me going to college?” you snapped.

“I just think that after Heather’s death you-” Mrs. Donaldson tried, but the cause was lost and you were already on your feet, throwing your half-empty bag on your shoulder, forcing the chair back up to the desk.

“I think Heather’s death has nothing to do with my success and that you trying to use it to keep me here is bullshit. I know who you’re working for and I know that all of this is some sort of scheme to get me. I’m going to college and that’s final.” You snapped.

Mrs, Donaldson sighed, pulling off her glasses and rubbing the bridge of her nose “Just take the card, Y/N.” she said, sliding the neatly printing card across the desk. And, for some reason, you took it.

You had planned to just throw it out and move on with your life. But as you sat on one of the cool metal benches outside the office, an idea slowly revealed itself.

You only had one pen on you, the purple gel pen that always left huge ink blots on everything, but you had to try. The message was clear in your head and came out easily, the pen never splotching. In that brief moment, you believed in fate and magic. It was probably just chance, but you were in the position to believe in such things because the world around you had changed so much that believing in something like fate or luck made as much sense as everything else happening around you.

You let your eyes flick to the head secretary, who was thankfully preoccupied with a magazine and carton of chocolates. You stood from the bench, trying to move as casually as you could over to the bulletin board, pretending to examine its worn news clippings and Polaroid’s. You chose the largest spot of white, up in the right hand corner and, snatching out a snapshot of Heather herself, replaced the photo with note.

‘Don’t let them make you forget things for their benefit. Remember pain. Remember embarrassment. Remember Heather Macpherson.’

“I think it’s only fitting that the third generation of fucked up kids leave theirs behind. Now, this has to be done carefully as to not draw attention to it, you can’t just write in on the bottom of a photo, okay? Do it together, write in on something, and leave your mark.” You told them. You made it feel like another mission, but the way they smiled and looked to one another. They huddled together and whispered wildly, just like they did as children. It would’ve been sweet if the context of all those huddles weren’t tattooed to your mind.

Mike had ripped off a piece of manila envelope and handed it to Lucas, who you assumed had the best handwriting. Dustin seemed to be the only one with a pen and Max was used as a makeshift desk. The note, when finished, was pinned up with a collection of very old yellowed photos. You herded them off and nodded to Steve, who headed out of the office, leaving Rhonda with her whole face lit up.

You remained at the board, wondering how long their note would last. Steve came up behind you, though this time it didn’t startle you this time.

“What they write?” he asked, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You pointed out the tiny note.

The Russian girl lives.

“I mean, not entirely incorrect…” Steve said, a trying smile on his face, looking for something positive to say.

“It’s stupid.” You said, laughing just a little. Steve looked at you, taking in your easy smile and relaxed posture.

“Yeah…yeah it is. Come on, before they realize you’re laughing at them.” He replied, grabbing your hand and pulling you out the door, giggling like school children.

[67-chevy-baby]

Obedience

Ship - Single!Jared x Single!Misha x Actor!OFC

Rating - 18+ Only!!!! 

Tags - Language, unprotected sex!, SMUT, light BDSM, bondage, rough sex, voyeurism, threesome (no Mishalecki), Misha is a total Dom in this btw…, oral (male and female receiving), spanking (with hands and a whip), hair pulling, fingering (female receiving), squirting, oh and also fluff! :)

Word Count - 3811 (Not even remotely sorry)

Beta - The amazing @kittenofdoomage :)

Written for - @holyfuckloueh

Being a guest star on a TV show was stressful. Kary had only been acting for two and a half years, so it still amazed her that she landed a spot on such a long-running series. Supernatural had a huge fan-base, and she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t heard of it. Watching the actual show was another story. She had meant to sit down and crank out the available seasons on Netflix, she really did, but her schedule was just too booked.

If she had known how drop-dead gorgeous the cast members were she probably would have canceled some plans and watched it sooner. She swore they were all hand carved by Michelangelo himself. Kary followed one of the PAs, Stephanie she thought her name was, into the Bunker’s kitchen. Even though her part wasn’t meant to be re-occurring, she still loved getting the tour of the place.

Just as she was about to get the rundown of what a day was like on set, Jared walked into the room sporting gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt. Kary couldn’t help but stare as he stood talking to one of the producers. Her mouth watered at the way his pants hung low on his hips, and how his arm muscles seemed to almost burst through the sleeves of his shirt. Her mind drifted off to thought after dirty thought of him fucking her repeatedly against the nearest hard surface. Stephanie followed her gaze and chuckled.

“So, you like Jared hm?”

Kary blushed furiously and prayed to whoever was listening that Jared nor the producer had heard the comment.

“Yeah … I mean he’s umm … really tall.”

Steph giggled and took her arm, pulling her towards the two men.

“C’mon, let me introduce you. Jared always likes to meet the guest stars. Well, all the boys do, but Jared especially does.”

Karyne could feel her heart thudding hard against her chest as Stephanie approached them. It looked like they were reading over part of the script, but she couldn’t be sure since they were whispering. Jared turned and smiled at both of them once they got in their line of sight. He looked down at her warmly and extended his hand toward her.

“Well hi there! You must be the new guest star. Karyne is it?”

Kary took his hand in hers and admired how his fingers almost completely covered her smaller ones. His skin was warm and calloused, and she couldn’t stop the image of him pressing three of his thick digits into her aching pussy flashing through her mind. She bit her lip to stop a moan and didn’t miss how his eyes traveled down to her mouth.

“Yes I’m Karyne, but uhh everyone just calls me Kary. It’s umm … very nice to meet you, Jared.”

She took her hand back and nervously played with the hem of her shirt feeling his eyes on her. Even though she didn’t think he was meaning to, he really emanated dominance. Jared looked her up and down quickly before turning his attention to another crew member whom she hadn’t noticed until now.

“Hey Jare, they need you in hair and makeup. We start shooting in forty-five minutes.”

Kary watched as he gave her a little smirk and a wave before heading off down the hallway. Stephanie led her to the costume trailer so she could get fitted for her proper demon attire. She would be playing one of Crowley’s minions who had information on his whereabouts. Her character would get kidnapped by the Winchesters and get tortured for said info. If she was being honest, it’s the torture she was most excited for. She’d heard stories from her friends of how sexy Sam and Dean were when they were the least bit authoritative.

Soon she was sporting her character’s edgy outfit and was being led to the threshold of the Bunker’s cellar. Kary was fitted into some black skinny jeans that hugged her waist perfectly. The red tank top showed a smidgen of her midriff and accentuated her cleavage nicely. A pair of black stilettos and her hair falling in loose curls down her shoulders completed her look.  Neither of the boys were there yet, but they couldn’t be far behind. The anticipation of acting out this scene with them, especially Jared, was making her heart race.

A few moments later another crew member, who she could only assume worked somewhere in the prop department, strode in the small area carrying a thick coil of rope. The woman laid it on the lone desk and motioned for Kary to sit. Once she was seated, a couple other people came in to remove the everything but her and the wooden chair.

“Hello Kary, my name is Tori, have you ever been tied to a chair before?”

If she wasn’t so nervous, she would have laughed because damn what an introduction that was. Instead, she shook her head and held her arms out in front of her.

“It’s nice to meet you, Tori. No, I haven’t been, but I’m assuming you want me like this?”

Tori giggle and walked behind her and uncoiled the rope.

“Actually sweetie, I need you to put both wrists thru the openings in the back of the chair. I’m gonna tie your wrists back here instead. The rope will be kinda snug, but I don’t want you to be nervous. All you gotta do is say something and we will cut you free alright? Oh, and another thing, the boys can kinda be … what’s the word I’m looking for? … Intimidating, yes intimidating when it comes to torture scenes. If you need a break, don’t be afraid to let them know okay? They are hypersensitive to guest stars’ needs, and no one will blame you if you need to take a breather.”

Kary was glad everyone was so kind and approachable. This was probably one of the best sets she’s ever worked on. Just as Tori was securing the final knot on her restraints, Jensen, Jared, and Misha all walked in sporting their usual attire. They were all laughing about something but stopped when they noticed Kary sitting in the center of the Devil’s Trap.

She felt so exposed as they all stared at her. Jensen and Misha walked towards her, while Jared stayed rooted to the spot. Both men approached her and squatted down to her level, their smiles calming her overactive nerves.

“Hi, there sweetheart! It’s very nice to meet you. I’m Jensen, and this is Misha. You’re Kary, right? Jared told us he already got the pleasure of meeting you.”

She fixed her gaze on Jared who was blushing slightly. Turning her attention back to the two other leads in front of her, she gave them each a kind smile.

“It’s very nice to meet you both. I’d uh … I’d shake your hand, but I’m kinda tied up.”

Misha chuckled and patted her lightly on the thigh.

“With that sense of humor, you’ll fit right in!”

Just as she was about to come up with a witty reply, the director walked into the room with a clipboard.

“Okay, everyone, let’s get started shall we? We’ve only got Kary for a day, so let’s be on our best behavior today boys.”

Jensen and Jared both snickered while Misha rolled his eyes. They all took their places and took a minute to get into character. Kary closed her eyes and took a deep breath, before opening them again. She tested her bonds to set the scene and felt how they dug into the sensitive skin of her wrists.

Once action was called, Kary could definitely see a change in the boys’ demeanor. It was as if they were completely different people. Jensen approached her, his eyes dark with menace, and pulled a knife from one of his pockets. He circled the chair, the thud of his boots hitting the concrete like a slow metronome. Finally, he stopped and knelt down so his face was mere inches from her own. The knife rested against her chest, the hard plastic pressing into her sternum forcefully. Even though the knife looked very real, it was most certainly nothing of the sort. It even retracted into the hilt when it stabbed someone so it looked all the more real on screen.

“Now, listen here you bitch, my patience is running thin. Just tell me where Crowley is, and I won’t drag it out.”

Kary smiled maliciously and let out a guttural laugh.

“You Winchesters always think you can just bully the information out of us. Well, I’ve got news for you pathetic lumberjacks, you might as well kill me now because none of you are worth my time.”

Jensen took the knife and sliced open a particular spot in Kary’s outfit. It didn’t look like much now, but on screen, it would glow and sizzle for added effect. She squirmed and screamed, letting her breath become heavy before replaying through gritted teeth.

“Is that all you got? Guess I better go tell the other demons that Sam, Dean, and their pet angel are going soft.”

Jared’s upper lip curled into a snarl, and Kary felt herself become wet at the sight. She was sure her panties were ruined, but she didn’t break character. The taller of the three walked around to her backside, while Misha came up to Jensen’s flank. Kary focused on his chrome angel blade that suddenly appeared from his trench coat sleeve and tried to break her restraints again to make it look like she was now nervous.

She felt someone grab her hair and yank her head back to expose the delicate skin of her neck to Castiel’s blade. Jared leaned down until his mouth was right next to her ear, and it took all of her self control to stay in her demonic character.

“You gonna talk now or are we gonna have to force you? ‘Cause, believe me, my brother, Cas, and I aren’t the least bit scared of a lowlife demon like you.”

Kary bit her lip right as the director shouted cut. Tori came in to cut her free while the boys commended her on the scene. Apparently, that take was enough, because she was told she could go get changed out of her character’s clothes.

Once she was back in the guest trailer, she stripped off her clothes and folded them neatly on the dresser. She didn’t need to shower since she took one just that morning, but she did need to cool off after shooting. Jared’s power over her was almost too much. Plus, it had been a long time since she was touched by another person sexually.

Kary grabbed a hair tie from her wrist and twisted her hair up in it before stepping into the shower. The cool liquid soothed the aching need she felt, but it didn’t cure it. Jared did more things to her with just a look than any other man had ever done.

Once she was cooled off she wrapped a white fluffy towel around herself and stepped out into the bedroom. This is when she started to notice things that confused her. Little things like a pair of men’s shoes, a t-shirt, and then suddenly it hit her. She wasn’t in the guest trailer at all.

Fear coursed through her when she heard the trailer door open. She had nowhere to go, so she just stood there holding the towel closer to her naked body. She wasn’t prepared for the shocked look Jared gave her when he rounded the corner to his bedroom. He stared at her momentarily before taking a step closer to her shaking form.

“Kary? What … what are you doing?”

Karyne felt her lower lip begin to quiver, her eyes filling with tears of shame as he slowly got closer and closer to her. Once he was in front of her, she let a single tear fall. He watched as it cascaded down her cheek, wanting desperately to wipe it away but decided against it so he didn’t spook her.

“I … I’m sorry I didn’t … I thought …”

She felt strong arms envelop her in a hug, his fingertips sliding over her exposed shoulder blades lightly. Kary looked up at him and sighed when the pad of his thumb wiped her tear away. Jared never thought she looked more beautiful than in this moment. Her raw vulnerability struck a chord in him, and he slowly leaned in toward her lips.

The moment he kissed her, Kary felt like a grand finale of fireworks exploded inside her. She wrapped her arms around Jared’s neck and allowed him to carry her towards his queen size bed. He broke the kiss long enough to drop her down onto the mattress. Tearing his shirt quickly over his head and fumbling with his belt shouldn’t be sexy, but Kary was literally panting at the sight. Finally, Jared was standing bare before her, his hardness jutting out in front of him proudly.

He climbed on the bed supporting himself on his knees taking a moment to allow his eyes to travel over her body.

“You’re so fucking beautiful Kary. Wanted this since the moment I met you.”

Jared pulled her up so her nipples were pressed firmly against his chest, bringing them to hardened peaks. He began to roughly kiss her, pulling her hair like he did during the scene they shot earlier so he could kiss and suck at her pulse point. Kary cried out when he bit lightly at her neck and ground her pussy against the thickness of his cock.

He growled seductively and flipped them so she was on top of him. Jared motioned for her to turn around, and she looked at him confused.

“Wanna taste you, Kary. Wanna feel you cum on my face baby.”

She almost came by his words alone. No one had ever done this with her before. She’d barely done anything with a man before and had only slept with another person once. It wasn’t very enjoyable for her, so she never really tried to find anyone else. It hadn’t occurred to her that maybe the person she’d had relations with before had been doing it wrong. Kary got into position, placing each one of her knees parallel to Jared’s pectoral muscles. He greedily pulled her down and started relentlessly lapping at her soaked cunt. His strong arms held her in place as she writhed above him, crying out his name.

“Jar-Jared! Ahh! Fuck I-I’m close!!”

Kary was so caught up in the moment that she didn’t notice Misha standing in the bedroom’s threshold. For a moment, his jaw dropped at the sight before him, but he quickly felt himself hardening in his jeans. He began teasing his thickening cock through the denim, admiring how erotic the scene was before him. Misha continued to watch as Kary came undone on Jared’s mouth alone, her orgasm ripped through her like a current causing her to thrash and shake seductively.

“Fu-fuck!! JARED!!! Oh, shi-ahhh!!”

Kary climbed off Jared’s face and squealed when she was met with Misha’s lust blown eyes. Jared just smirked, clearly proud of himself for making the other man so worked up. He didn’t seem to be embarrassed at all, almost like he liked the thrill of getting caught.  

M-Misha?! What are you doing??”

His blue eyes darkened with want as he looked her up and down like she was prey.

“I could ask you the same thing Karyne, but right now I have something else in mind. Why don’t you be a good girl for Jared and I and kneel on the bed.”

Kary felt the familiar heat reignite in her abdomen as she climbed on the soft comforter, her knees spread slightly. Misha discarded his clothes slowly and pumped his cock a few times before standing in front of her. A bead of precum leaked out of the head, and she instinctively licked her lips.

“Be a good girl for us, and you’ll get rewarded sweetheart. Gotta do what we say though. Think you can do that?”

Kary nodded and looked up at Misha through her long lashes. Immediately she felt the sting of Jared’s hand land across her ass. She yelped, letting the lingering burn arouse her even more.

“I think Misha was waiting on an appropriate answer darlin’. How about you acknowledge him properly?”

Kary bit her lip and stuttered out what she hoped was the right answer.

“Y-Yes, sir.”

Misha groaned deeply and closed his eyes.

“Mmm good girl. Now open that pretty mouth of yours for me. I’ve wanted those perfect lips wrapped around me all afternoon.”

Soon they built up a rhythm. Misha fucked her mouth, while Jared teased her aching cunt with his tongue and fingers. He’d work her up to the point where she was about to tip over the edge but stopped right before she could. Kary pulled off Misha’s dick with an obscene pop to catch her breath. Before she could she felt two of his nimble fingers lift her chin up and saw his disapproving eyes.

“Oh sweetie, I didn’t tell you to stop did I? I think Jared’s gonna have to show you what happens when you disobey us.”

She whimpered when the tendrils of what had to be a whip slid over the curve of her ass. A second later, a loud crack filled the room as it blistered her skin. The impact of it sent a shockwave of heat straight to her core, her folds becoming slicker with need by the second.

“Pl-please … I’ll be a good girl sir. Please f-fuck me…”

Misha smirked and looked at Jared as he absentmindedly stroked his thick length.

“What do you think Jare? Should we give her what she needs? She has been pretty good.”

Jared ran his fingers over the pink welt that was now becoming visible on the flesh of her ass and licked his lips.

“I thought you’d never ask. Didn’t know how much longer I could wait.”

Misha chuckled and pushed Kary down onto the bed, admiring how her breasts bounced invitingly. He crawled over her and placed a loving kiss to her lips.

“I think you can wait a little longer, Jared. Seeing as you’ve already made her cum once, I think it’s my turn. Why don’t you go sit in that chair over there, and let me show you how it’s done.”

Kary thought for sure that he would argue with the other man, but surprisingly he didn’t protest at all. She watched as he took a seat and almost immediately begin running his hand over his sizable member. Her attention quickly reverted back to Misha as she felt his lips start to leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses down her body. He looked up into her eyes, marveling at her little whimpers and pleas from just his lips.

“Oh god… please …need to feel you…”

Misha settled himself between her legs and lined himself up before pushing into her tight heat. Kary’s back arched off the bed as he thrust into her relentlessly, not giving her time to adjust to his size. Her screams reverberated off the trailer’s walls, her hands gripping the sheets to stay grounded, as she felt herself close to the edge.

“Mish-ahhhh! Oh right there… I’m gonna… gon-ah!!”

Misha snarled, positioning himself so he was hitting her sweet spot over and over.

“C’mon sweetheart, cum for me. Fuck! Cum all over my cock baby!”

His words were like a switch, sending her into pure bliss. Her walls contracted around his cock almost making Misha lose his load, but he had other plans. He didn’t want to cum just yet. As soon as he pulled out of her Jared was on the bed. Kary squealed as he picked her up effortlessly and placed her on all fours. He leaned down over her shoulder and spoke praises in her ear.

“You did so good darlin’. Took Misha’s cock like a champ, but now you’re gonna take both of us. Gonna take both of our loads like a good girl.”

Misha kneeled in front of her while Jared lined up behind her. He slid inside her eager cunt ever so slowly making Kary feel every inch of him. Her breath was ragged, her eyes shut tight at the sensation. Once he was fully seated, she felt the tip of Misha’s dick press against her mouth. She opened on command and took as much of him as she could. Both men groaned at began a steady rhythm.

Kary felt so full, her eyes watering as Misha assaulted her mouth over and over again. The burn in her throat making her all the more stimulated. Jared’s hips began to stutter, and sweat dripped onto her body.

“Kary.. oh fuck… not gonna last… c’mon baby cum with me.”

Misha gripped her hair to hold her still as he guided his cock into her hot mouth, his own orgasm just around the corner. Jared pistoned into her bundle of nerves at a brutal pace, and suddenly felt Kary start to shake. Her cries became louder as he felt her walls contract around him. Just as he felt the first ropes of cum shoot into her, he felt another sensation. Kary’s own juices spilled out coating his cock and legs just as Misha spilled himself down her awaiting throat.

She was too tired to move, the feeling of euphoria still resonating at what just happened. Misha scooped her up as Jared pulled back the covers. Kary was laid down gently, the soft material soothing against her skin. Both men laid down on either side of her, relishing in the skin-on-skin warmth.

Even though her role on the show wasn’t meant to be long-lasting, Kary knew that being between these two men wasn’t just a one-time thing. The past few years had their ups and downs, but now she felt like she had something to live for. Jared and Misha were her missing link, and she drifted off to sleep knowing that she’d never be alone again.

[a-jynx]

Smooches

Summary: Being stuck at home while Jensen is away at Cons, your soon-to-be daughter decides that she wants her daddy so sing to her and mommy instead. 

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Warnings: Literal tooth rotting, cotton candy on a stick fluff (LISTEN TO THE SONG ITS HONESTLY KINDA CUTE??) 

Notes: I used the song “American Heart” by Shawn James & The Shapeshifters, it’s not a romantic song but it literally sounds like a song that would be really sweet and I liked how his voice sounded soooo - fight me xD <3 

Forever In Tags: @waywardnewcomer  @natashacamillaus  @mogaruke @iliketowrite02 @casiskween @laceyn-1201 @supernatural-teamfreewillpage

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I hummed softly to myself while using my thumb to stroke the pumpkin sized stomach I had – soft kicking making me chuckle as I sighed.

“I know baby, it’s not like daddy’s singing but he’s away right now taking care of his other family.” I whispered as if he/she could hear me. I began to hum ‘Simple Man’ gently once again, only to be thrown off beat by three sudden kicks.

               “Alright, alright.. I’ll face time daddy and you can listen to him.” I couldn’t hold back the giggle as I stretched out to grab my phone, while clearing my throat as I entered my lock and went to contacts, giggling at the new name that Jensen had stashed away in my phone as I clicked the small camera to Facetime him.

Calling ‘Big Soon-To-Be Papa’

               “Freakin’ dork..” I shook my head as I turned on my side, sighing contently as my large belly rested against the soft cushion of the couch while the phone continued to ring. Suddenly the screen went from a standing still photo of Jensen making a face to him grinning down at the screen with a microphone in hand.

“Hi momma, you feelin’ okay? Not in a hospital bringing our little one into the world yet?” Jensen grinned as he popped off questions, causing me to grin as I shook my head while sighing, just happy to hear his voice.

               “Hi daddy, and I’m alright but our little kicker here wants to here their daddy sing ‘cause apparently mommy doesn’t have a good as one as daddy.” I chuckled softly as he nodded, a large toothy grin on his lips as he licked them as Jared appeared in the screen.

“Hey, Y/N! Hope the kids’ not giving you too much trouble.” Jared laughed as Jensen shot him a unamused look before grinning as Jared moved to stand behind the short man that is my husband.

               “Hi, Jared. And as I told Jay, our little kicker doesn’t like my singing voice,” I scoffed slightly thus causing Jensen to stick his tongue out. “Well, by the looks of it, mommy wanted to hear my voice too.” Jensen all but smirked as I rolled my eyes, only to break it with a smile.

“Maaaybe, where are you guys anyway?” I hummed feeling the roll of Jay and I’s child in my stomach as I moved to get comfortable again. That’s when Jensen turned the phone around, showing the hundreds of fans, who all began to wave.

               “Oh my god! Jay! Hi, guys! I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize what time it was down there!” I gasped as I sat up, moving the phone with me as Jensen turned it back towards him and Jared as he shook his head.

“Hey, hey! It’s okay, I was about to sing anyway – wasn’t I, guys?!” Jensen called out into the mic as the crowd erupted into a wave of shouts and screams, causing me to smile lightly.

               “Oh, baby – what’s the song gonna be?” I grinned as I placed the phone to where Jensen could still me, and I him as he looked out towards the audience.

“What should I sing you guys?!”

               Millions of voices began to shout out different songs that he’s already sang – but honestly any of them would’ve done as I sighed happily listening to the crowd and the hearty laugh of my husband, along with our best friend, I couldn’t be happier.

“Hey, baby, what are you and kicker in the mood for?” He questioned taking away the microphone as he grinned at me, while I thought.

               “You remember that one song? American Heart? The one by Shawn James? ” I asked in a small whisper as Jensen smiled softly, nodding as he cleared his throat while bringing the microphone back up to his lips.

“So, mommy has a request and I’m going to ask you guys to keep the clapping down, please? Cause trust me, with our little one, she’ll need the sleep.” He laughed as the crowd murmured in small agreements as I closed my eyes, getting comfortable as I sighed easily.

               “Just relax baby..” Jensen whispered as I nodded slowly awaiting the cool sounds of the song to begin to play softly.

We were raised by wolves

 And we are still wild 

And we howl when the troubled winds blow  

The steady singing of Jensen’s voice, hitting each deep note easily while getting the higher one as easy as well. I swallowed thickly as I sighed gently, grinning in my tired state as I covered my stomach as I sighed gently, inhaling the smell of Jensen’s cologne that still stuck to his flannel.

               I smiled as I felt tears pricking the edges of my eyes as I swallowed, trying to get rid of the lump in my throat as I opened my watering e/c eyes to meet Jared’s as I furrowed my brows as he turned the phone towards Jensen who was singing his heart out, the fans holding softly flickering lights from their phones as I smiled softly feeling the tears slowly glide down my cheeks.

“Thank you guys!” Jensen called out as he finished the song with a strong end, making me smile softly as I laughed, trying to push away the lump in my throat that tightened. Jensen turned back towards me as I locked eyes with him; and it felt like the first time all over again.

               “Hi, baby – I thought you were tired? Hey, why are you crying?” Jensen asked as he handed off his mic to Jared, who smiled and waved off towards me as I grabbed the phone and brought it to my chest for a second this causing Jensen to freak.

“Y/N? Baby, hey, hey are you alright? Do I need to have Gen come get you? Is it kicker? Are you going into labor? Y/N!?” Jensen shouted as he rushed off the stage as I brought the phone back, more tears sliding down my cheeks as he stopped and sat down, his face distraught.

               “Jay, honey, I’m fine.. I’m okay. Kicker is okay. We’re.. We’re okay.” I huffed as I wiped away a tear.

“Then why are you crying sweetheart?” Jensen questioned as I smiled and pressed the phone to my lips, sending a kiss, as he did the same – his lips already growing into a small smile.

               “I’m crying because I’m so lucky to have you, you dork.. Also, I figured what a good girl name would be..” I whispered the last part as he grinned more, nodding for me to continue as I rested back the couch, tangling my free in his flannel as I rubbed my thumb over my stomach once again.

“Meria..”

               “Meria..?” Jensen laughed gently as I nodded, a smile on my lips as I rolled onto my side and smiled.

“Meria Jay Ackles..” I whispered as I watched Jensen smile so large that I swear his mouth broke as a few tears rippled down his cheeks as I smiled, giggling softly as I pressed my lips against the screen again.

               “Meria Jay Ackles.. I like it – hell, I love it..” Jensen smiled as he wiped away the tears while shaking his head, groaning as I arched a brow.

“Dammit, you made me soft – I’m supposed to be a man.”

               “Trust me, as soon as Meria gets here, you’ll be a dead man.” I giggled as he groaned before smiling more.

“I’m already a dead man with her gorgeous mother, you adorable dork. Alright, baby, I gotta go – I’ll call you or Facetime again, promise. Let me give Meria smooches.” He grinned like a child as I lowered the phone to my stomach, him making “mwah” noises as I giggle before pulling it back.

               “Hey, mommy better get smooches too!” I scoffed lightly as he chuckled, standing before pressing the phone to his lips and making more “mwah” sounds as I giggled, doing the same.

“I love you, you fluffy dork man.” I smiled as I pulled it back and stared at the man I was lucky enough to marry, and now soon to start a family with.

               “I love you, too, you gorgeous fluffy dork woman.”

[awed-frog]

I love your 'love tropes everywhere' tag! And right now something came to my mind (Sorry I can't look it up by myself right now, but) might it be that most of these love tropes aren't recognized as such because of the music? At least I can't remember any "lovely" music in DeanCas-scenes, if you understand what I mean.

Hey! Thank you - that’s one of my most depressing tags, but it also makes it so clear what they’re doing with Destiel, doesn’t it?

(Sigh.)

As for the music - that’s a very interesting theory, but unfortunately, music is something I mostly know nothing about, so I don’t know if I can answer your queston. My opinion on that - and I presume that in this case, you’re wondering specifically about the parallels highlighted by this post - is that music can influence the way you view a scene, because even I know that, but I wonder if it can truly override our collective #NoHomo mindset. As I explained here, even for me, someone who grew up with a borderline hippy family reading weird books and watching weirder movies, both IRL and (often) on screen a gay couple is not a couple until they cross some line - and that line is much higher than it is for a straight couple. It’s unfair, but it’s apparently how brains work. For instance, yesterday a Facebook contact I haven’t seen in forever and ever posted a new picture - you could see these two guys, okay, arms around each other, some kind of beach in the distance - and there you see it again - if my friend had been with a girl, I would have assumed, 100%, that that was a romantic partner - a girlfriend or a wife - because something in the picture was very intimate and soft and that’s not how you pose with friends. But since they were two men, and I’d never heard anything about him being gay or bi, I just - I don’t know. You think best friend, you think jokey picture, like those best men playing bridesmaids and screaming at the ring. And whenever this happens, I’m not happy with myself - I tsk and roll my eyes and everything else - but our brains have this weird way of functioning statistically in how we see the world (in movies, 99% of couples are straight and 99% or bros are just friends, so that’s what you see) and then ignoring statistics as soon as there’s a rational decision to be made (a lot more people are killed in traffic and changing light bulbs than they are in terror attacks, and yet it’s the bombs we fear). So in the case of Dean and Cas I’m not exactly sure that even music can change anything, if simply because everything else really didn’t (all those I need you and breaking mind control spells and mixtapes and the platonic staring - if this had been a man and a woman, everybody to the Moon and beyond would have accepted it as canon asap). 

I mean, Sam and Jess were a couple, and this is the data our brains have been given - they were in love, they lived together, they went to parties and whatever - this means that what they’re doing with them - Sam seeing Jess by the side of the road, Lucifer pretending to be Jess, Sam rushing to save Jess from the fire and everything else - that’s not subtext - it’s text, and it supports the coherent and honest narrative we’ve seen from the very first episode. For those mythological creatures, the ‘casual viewers’, there’s no ambiguity there, no math to do in their heads. They’ve been told straight out that Sam loved Jess in a ‘I want to have babies with you’ way, so when Lucifer slips into her skin the situation is abundantly clear. Dean and Cas, on the other hand - what is missing, and mostly the reason I’m so angry, is that there is absolutely nothing textual there. Everything we have about them are things that can either be read both ways, or are so ‘unimportant’ that a normal viewer wouldn’t even notice them. This means that when Lucifer pretends to be Cas, the situation is very different (maybe not for us, but for a ton of people out there). And, frankly, not even Céline Dion could change this - after seeing the media’s reaction to the mixtape, for instance, it was clear to me that the next season could open with a montage of Dean teaching Cas how to dance with My Heart Will Go On blaring from some jukebox and it still wouldn’t be enough.

(Ugh.)

And the thing is, part of me understands this reluctance or obliviousness we’re seeing about realizing Destiel is a thing, because there is no reason, none, not to insert it in the text. If they want to preserve some UST and general misery, which is always a good idea, they could still have Dean talk to Jody - they had the perfect opening this season in her You can tell me anything speech - or, whatever, they could have filmed the magnificent episode someone (sorry, I never remember who) wrote here on tumblr about a case featuring some ex boyfriend of Dean’s. Seriously, it’s not that difficult.

(But, yeah.)

So, I’m sorry - the only thing I can offer here is that I checked out the first parallel (because I can’t bear to rewatch that last episode, and I do remember Casifer talking to Dean wasn’t framed in any particularly romantic way).

When Sam sees Jess in Bloody Mary, the background music is The Rolling Stones’ Laugh I Nearly Died, which starts well before that scene and seems to be more about Sam’s feelings of guilt and ‘unmooredness’ than his everlasting love for Jess. Jess appears during the guitar solo and disappears over the last refrain - I’m so sick and tired / Trying to turn the tide, yeah / So I’ll say my goodbye / Laugh, laugh / I nearly died. As for the Destiel scene that was heavily paralleled to that one, well - it’s neatly done, isn’t it, because in this case, Dean sees Cas right at the beginning of the episode (Sam and Jess, that was the very last scene) and, again, the scene is framed by a classic rock song, The Animals’ We Gotta Get Out of This Place. Now, the interesting thing is that the Destiel scene is played in a much more insistent way - that song is way more romantic, for starters (‘Cause girl, there’s a better life for me and you), and when Dean sees Cas, the lyrics go Now my girl you’re so young and pretty / And one thing I know is true, yeah / You’ll be dead before your time is due, I know it. The second thing is that Dean, unlike Sam, acts upon this vision - he stops the car, drives back, gets out, and looks around, whereas Sam simply stared in awed desperation at Jess before the screen went black. And, third point: when we saw Jess, that was filmed from Sam’s point of view, but when we saw Cas, that wasn’t Dean’s point of view - it was the external narrator’s (so to speak), and that generally means what we’re seeing is objective reality. Now, I’m not saying that’s yet another indication that Dean loves Cas (or maybe a little bit) - I think what’s happening here is that Cas, unlike Jess, was not dead, and that Dean actually had a glimpse of him walking along some road - maybe not the one he was driving on, but that scene - and this is confirmed by how it was filmed - was real. Dean saw Cas, and Cas saw Dean. That wasn’t a vision. As to what it means, subtextually, if anything - I am reminded of that Fanfiction thing where the two girls playing Dean and Cas were a couple in real life. External narrators and objective reality outside the theatre’s stage usually means, this is actually true, pay attention - but, again, it’s subtext, so, whatever.  

Anyway, if you’re interested in this I can recommend TV Tropes, which is devouring Supernatural with a vengeance (see for instance their Ho Yay! page, which features many examples of barely subtextual homoerotic moments).

(By the way - I rewatched bits of Bloody Mary to find that Jess scene and there he was, baby Dean waking Sam up from a nightmare and saying, ‘Sooner or later we’re going to have to talk about this’ - and that’s another example of viewer bias, isn’t it, because when I first started to watch the show, I didn’t really like Dean and mostly saw him as some insensitive fuckboy - and yet I bet there were plenty of little moments like that one which already contradicted this alpha male façade Dean was trying to cling on to. I guess I just didn’t see them, not until later, because I’d already decided in my mind what this character was like. 

Brains are funny things, aren’t they?)

[mittensmorgul]

1.10 and 1.11 vs s12

I’m not even going to bother pointing out all the internal parallels to s1 (pretty much the only thing in my tag for this episode is the rewatch notes from 2015... which is a shame because there’s a lot of interesting family dynamics stuff in this episode. I’ll just quote the two relevant passages from my notes here to spare you having to read them, unless you want to see the gif of Dean jumping the fence, which is worth seeing on its own, and it’s already in that post :P)

Strange how the ghost singles out SAM for his “treatment,” considering we later find out it had to do with anger, and triggering even more intense anger. It’s leading us to the assumption that for all of Dean’s bluster, and Sam’s apparent happy puppy face he shows the world, it was SAM who the doc chose for his “extreme rage therapy.” Dean might come across as the cranky bastard, but Sam’s the one with the real well of hidden rage. Interesting.

And he finds Dr. CreepyMummy in the cupboard. But the rage therapy doesn’t work on Dean, because he’s still able to fight through it and burn the corpse.

And that’s what’s worth mentioning from that ancient rewatch review. :P

On to the s12 relevant stuff, other than seeing Sam’s version of rage. It’s calm, calculating, and collected. He’s not off the rails monstrous. He’s quiet, and that’s far more terrifying. 

This was the part of s1 that really began delving into Sam and Dean’s relationship with their father.

SAM: It doesn't matter what he wants. DEAN: See. That attitude? Right there? That is why I always get the extra cookie. SAM: Dad could be in trouble, we should be looking for him. We deserve some answers, Dean. I mean, this is our family we're talking about. DEAN: I understand that, Sam, but he's given us an order. SAM: So what, we gotta always follow Dad's orders? DEAN: Of course we do.

There’s the fact that Dean had always followed John’s orders, since he was 4 years old. He trusted John, and the few times he didn’t follow John’s orders (see 1.18 for a prime example), it nearly had disastrous consequences. To 9-year-old Dean, nearly costing Sam his life would be enough of an object lesson about the importance of following those orders. Sam, by contrast, was spared from that sort of experience, from the consequences of his rebellions, because again, Dean absorbed them by putting himself between Sam and John.

Sam trades information with the descendant of Dr. Ellicott for “honest” information about himself (which he don’t get to see him say, but we get a pretty good idea of what he told the psychiatrist from the sorts of things he yells at Dean once he’s been en-rage-ified by the ghost of Dr. Ellicott...

DEAN: We gotta burn Ellicott's bones and all this will be over, and you'll be back to normal. SAM: I am normal. I'm just telling the truth for the first time. I mean, why are we even here? ’Cause you're following Dad's orders like a good little solider? Because you always do what he says without question? Are you that desperate for his approval? DEAN: This isn't you talking, Sam. SAM: That's the difference between you and me. I have a mind of my own. I'm not pathetic, like you. DEAN: So what are you gunna do, huh? Are you gunna kill me? SAM: You know what, I am sick of doing what you tell me to do. We're no closer to finding Dad today than we were six months ago. DEAN: Well, then here. Let me make it easier for you. (He holds his Smith & Wesson toward SAM.) Come on. Take it. Real bullets are gonna work a hell of a lot better than rock salt. (SAM hesitates) Take it!! 

Sam saw Dean as weak and pathetic because he refused to question John’s orders. Sam’s only goal, even six months after Jess’s death, was revenge. His goal was to get that revenge and the get out, go back to his “normal life.” He saw all the other hunts they went on as a sort of weird busy work to keep them distracted from what he saw as their real mission. To Dean, these cases are important, not busy work. People would’ve DIED if they just walked away and ran off willy-nilly to chase after John.

I also love this run of episodes because it shows us SO MANY INSTANCES of just how brilliant Dean is. You want Smart Dean, here you go:

John texted him coordinates for Rockford, Illinois, and just from that Dean figured out exactly why John wanted him to investigate there.

Dean goes to room 137 and finds a hidden panel concealing Dr. Ellicott’s notes and journal, that apparently NOBODY had ever found in the more than 30 years since the original incident at the asylum

He uses the info there to figure out how the ghost was affecting its victims

When he finds out that Sam went off to the basement alone, he suspects that Sam had been lured down there by the ghost (because HE didn’t call Sam) and that Sam had been affected 

He doesn’t let on to SAM that he suspects Sam has been en-rage-ified, he just plays along until he can get the upper hand and knock Sam out

he does this by letting Sam shoot him with rock salt (won’t kill him, but hurts like a bitch)

AND THEN he hands Sam his gun-- but it’s EMPTY, so Sam is unable to kill him, but it gets him close enough to overpower Sam

He then finds Dr. Ellicott’s corpse and is able to burn it while being attacked by the ghost

And doesn’t that sound like SUCH a Dean ploy... he knows so much more about what’s going on than anyone else, but he plays along until he spots his advantage and then makes his move. We’ve seen him do this over and over again in s12, and it’s been incredibly obvious in 12.14 with Ketch and in 12.15 with Sam.

Okay. On to Scarecrow, which I watched while typing this up, but also contains a lot of the same themes (Sam vs Dean vs John, Dean being brilliant, lies and hidden family secrets), so I’m just sticking it on here.

It seems by the end of 1.11 that Sam has accepted that FAMILY is important enough to him to deal with all the crap that comes along with it (sound familiar? 12.11 anyone?). And to Sam, that “crap” is the hunting.

This was the first time Sam decided to run away from Dean since the pilot (when he got dragged back into hunting). John finally gave them a call, and gave them A TINY BIT OF INFO on the thing that killed Mary and Jess. It’s a demon. Rather than placating Sam, this info makes him want to drop everything and run out to help kill it (or banish it or deal with it... he has no idea what he’s gonna do with it, he just sees it as a potential lead on his revenge quest).

I find this SO FREAKING IRONIC, because this is the same play that Sam uses on people, just with the twist that John’s not trying to conceal the existence of the supernatural, just the identity of the specific thing he’s investigating. We always said that Sam was more like John and that’s why they clashed so strongly, and that Dean was more like Mary... but now that Mary is back, it seems she’s taken on this similar role to John in how she’s been relating to Sam and Dean.

And how did Sam react to John’s orders and that tiny scrap of information? Complete defiance. Just like the way Ronald Resnick reacted to Sam, just like the way Gwen in 12.15 reacted.

The case John sent them on in Indiana was also time-sensitive. One couple disappears every year during the same week. Yet Sam was arguing with Dean that they should take a week to just drive out to California because his revenge was more important to him than saving the lives of two people he’d never met before. That’s literally what the case came down to. Putting off that hunt to drive cross country in the hopes of finding John several days later... was worth the cost of two human lives to Sam. I mean, he may not have calculated that out in his own mind because he’s already redirected from everything else and focused entirely on his revenge mission, but when you step back and do the math... yeah. Two people he’d never met would 100% guaranteed DIE if he walked away from that hunt, on the off chance that tracking John would even get him any sort of result at all...

Cold, Sammy.

This also marks the first time we know of where Sam was tempted by a demon. Meg spends most of the episode whispering encouragement to Sam and bonding with him over the promise of freedom and living your own life on your own terms and abandoning your family. In the end, it’s worry for Dean’s safety that brings Sam running away from Meg, and running back to Dean. So maybe he’s not quite so cold as he’d made himself out to be. He just needed a shaking up to work past that drive for revenge and put things back in perspective.

Again, this episode is FILLED with Dean being a genius. We see his emotional intelligence, how well he reads people and earns their trust. Not to mention how he puts all the signs together, figures out it’s a god haunting the orchard, that it’s the fugly scarecrow taking people out. We also get this conversation:

DEAN: I’m not hinting anything. Actually, uh—I want you to know….I mean, don’t think…. SAM: Yeah. I’m sorry, too. DEAN: Sam. You were right. You gotta do your own thing. You gotta live your own life. SAM: Are you serious? DEAN: You’ve always known what you want. And you go after it. You stand up to Dad. And you always have. Hell, I wish I—anyway….I admire that about you. I’m proud of you, Sammy. SAM: I don’t even know what to say. DEAN: Say you’ll take care of yourself. SAM: I will. DEAN: Call me when you find Dad.

He was willing to let Sam go, and it was that acceptance that was the beginning of the train of logic that led Sam to come rushing back in time to save him.

DEAN: What made you change your mind? SAM: I didn’t. I still wanna find Dad. And you’re still a pain in the ass. (DEAN nods.) But, Jess and Mom—they’re both gone. Dad is God knows where. You and me. We’re all that’s left. So, if we’re gonna see this through, we’re gonna do it together. (DEAN pauses.) DEAN: Hold me, Sam. That was beautiful. (He puts his hand on SAM’s shoulder, who hits it away. They laugh.)

Now I’m waiting for Sam to “change his mind” about working with the MoL. What’s gonna make him change his mind this time? 

ETA: Whoopsie I forgot two of the HUGE themes at work here that relate to s12: DOING HORRIBLE HORRIBLE THINGS IN THE NAME OF “THE GREATER GOOD.” I mean, sacrificing innocent people to their orchard god for the good of the town, and the horrible things it drove this entire town worth of people to do-- even offering their own niece up as a sacrifice to save themselves. THEY WERE DOING WHAT THEY HAD TO, in their minds. So there you go. The two most horrifying things anyone can say on Supernatural, and they got them both covered.

[literal-fand0m-trash]

Psychic Wars part 7. Children Shouldn’t Play With Dean Things Part 2.

Note:  I do not own any of the Supernatural characters or stories, but I do own Dakota Winchester. Please leave comments and let me know if you want to be tagged.

Summary: Sequel to Dakota Elizabeth Winchester

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3   Part 4    Part 5   Part 6

A/N: Look who finally got around to updating! Sorry it took so long.

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Dakota pushed the hair out of her face as she leaned against the wall of the grave they had been digging for the last hour. All three of them had shed their jackets and were panting by the time they finally reached Angela’s grave.

“Ladies first.” Dean said as he and Sam went to stand off to the side of the cabin.

Dakota groaned, “Y’all suck.” She complained as she reached down and threw the lid if the coffin open. It was empty.

“They buried the body four days ago.” Dean panted out and Sam reached for there bag by the tombstone and pulled out two waters.

“I don’t get it.” He said as he passed his water to Dakota. She didn’t take it, she was busy staring at the inside of the coffin.

“What is that? The fabric is all torn.” Dakota said shining her flashlight.

“Are those carvings?” Dean asked bending down to examine it. “Wait, I’ve seen these kinds of symbols before.”

……….

Bright and early the next morning they found themselves standing on the front porch of Dr. Mason’s house and Dean was banging on the door so hard he could probably break it.

“Dude!” Dakota exclaimed as he continued to knock.

“Take it easy.” Sam said.

Dean stopped knocking and took a step back, glaring at the door. Dr. Mason opened the door still in his robe and pajamas.

“You’re Angie’s friends, right?” He asked.

“Yes, sir, we are.” Dakota said. “Dr. Mason…”

“We need to talk.” Dean cut her off.

He looked at them like they were crazy, but opened the door wider all the same, “Please, come in.”

“Thank you.” Sam and Dakota said as they walked into the house.

“You teach Ancient Greek? Tell me, what are these?” Dean demanded, pulling out the copy of the carvings Sam had done last night.

“I don’t understand, I thought this had something to do with Angela?” He said accepting the paper.

“It does. Please, just humor me.” Dean said, toning down his anger a little. Dakota looked at the man sitting on the sofa as he examined the paper and she took a seat in one of the chairs across from him, trying to get a read on him, but all she felt was grief.

“They’re part of an ancient Greek divination ritual.” Dr. Mason said.

“Used for necromancy, right?” Dean asked, a bit of a bite coming back into his tone.

“That’s right.” He answered.

“See, before we came over here, we stopped by the library and did a little homework ourselves. Apparently, they use rituals like this one for communicating with the dead, even bringing corpses back to life. Full-on zombie action.” Dean spat and Dakota shot him a warning look.

“Yeah...I mean, according to the legends...What’s all this about?” Dr. Mason asked cautiously.

“I think you know.” Dean accused.

“Dean.” Sam warned.

“Look, I get it. There are people that I would give anything to see again, but what gives you the right?” Dean asked.

“Dean!” Dakota snapped. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed something behind Dean, a flower pot with beautiful living flowers in it.

“What are you talking about?” Dr. Mason asked.

“What’s dead should stay dead!” Dean yelled.

“What?” Dr. Mason asked.

“Stop it!” Dakota yelled and Sam walked over to Dean and put a hand on his shoulder.

“What you brought back isn’t even your daughter anymore! These things are vicious, they’re violent! They’re so nasty they rot the ground around them. I mean, come one! Haven’t you seen ‘Pet Sematary’?” Dean yelled.

Dr. Mason shook his head, “You’re insane. Get out of my house.”

Dean tried to fight, but Sam dragged him out.

“I’m so sorry, Dr. Mason. We won’t bother you again.” Dakota said walking out and closing the door behind her. She turned to look at Dean, “What the Hell was that?” She yelled as Dean stalked towards the car.

“My job!” He yelled.

“No you weren’t, if you had been you would have seen that all the plants in the house were alive.” Sam argued.

“Back off.” Dean grumbled.

“That man in there is innocent and grieving. He didn’t deserve that.” Dakota said.

“Okay, so she’s not there. Maybe he’s keeping her somewhere else.” Dean said.

Stop it! That’s enough, okay? Enough!” Sam said quickening his step to catch up with Dean.

“Sam, I  know what I’m doing!” Dean said still walking down the street towards the car and Dakota walked quicker, trying to keep up with her big brothers long strides.

“No, you don’t...at all. I don’t scare easy, but you’re scaring the crap out of me, man.” Sam confessed.

“Don’t be overdramatic, Sam.” Dean said.

“You’re lucky this turned out to be a real case, cause if it wasn’t you would have just found something else to kill.” Sam said cutting in front of Dean to stop them from walking.

Recognizing where the conversation was headed, Dakota decided it was time to intervene. She stood on the garden wall of the house they were in front of so she was the same high as Sam and Dean and put her hands on her hips.

“You two need to knock it the Hell off! Sam, for the love of all things Holy stop trying to be Dean’s therapist and fix all our problems, you aren’t getting anywhere! Dean, I know you think everything is fine, but please find a way to deal with whatever crap is bottled up inside of you. Get a hobby, take up yoga, write a novel I don’t care. Figure it out! Now, if you two could please get your heads out of your asses we have a case her with a growing body count!” She snapped.

The boys were frozen in shock as Dakota hopped off the wall and walked to the car with her head held high.

……….

“So, you can’t just waste it with a head shot?” Dean asked once they were back in their motel room pouring over research.

“Dude, you’ve been watching way too many Romero films.” Dakota said.

“So, you’re saying there’s no lore on how to smoke them?” Dean asked pacing the room.

“No, Dean, I’m saying there’s too much lore.” Sam corrected, “There’s a hundred different legends on the walking dead, but they all have different methods for killing them. Some say setting them on fire. One says feeding their hearts to wild dogs.”

“That one’s my personal favorite.” Dakota interjected.

“Is there anything they all have in common?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, the vic is dead and back up and around.” Dakota said and Dean shot her an unamused look.

“A few say that silver might work.” Sam said.

“Silver’s a start.” Dean nodded.

“Yeah, but now we have to find Angela. How are we going to do that?” Dakota asked.

“We gotta figure out who brought her back.” Dean said

“Okay. Any ideas?” Sam asked.

“I think it might be that Neal guy. As much as I would like to think that a they can be opposite sexes and just be friends, but he probably has a crush on her.” Dakota said.

“If it’s not the dad, it’s probably Neal.” Dean agreed. “Plus I got Angela’s diary, ‘Neal’s a real shoulder to cry on. He so understands what I’m going through with Matt.’ And there’s more where that came from. This thing’s got unrequited duckie love all over it.”

“That doesn’t mean he brought her back from the dead.” Sam argued.

“Ture, but did I mention that he is Dr. Mason’s T.A.?” Dean asked sarcastically, “He has access to all the same books.”

“Let’s go pay Neal a visit.” Dakota said standing up and grabbing her jacket off the back of her chair.

They piled into the Impala and drove over to Neal’s house and by the time they pulled up it was dark outside and all the lights in the house were out. They quickly picked the lock and entered the house.

“Neal, it’s your grief counselors. We’ve come to hug.”  Dean called out.

“Silver bullets?” Dakota asked as they started walking around the house. Dean pulled his gun out and checked the clip.

“Enough to make her rattle like a change purse.” Dean answered. They slowly walked into the kitchen and Sam pointed to the counter where there were several dead plants. They walked a little further until Dakota noticed that there was a huge iron lock on one of the doors that was very out of place. She grabbed Sam and Dean and nodded to the door.

“Unless it’s where he keeps his porn.” Dean joked in a whisper.

Dakota glared at him as Sam opened the door and Dean rushed in, pushing himself against the wall and aiming the gun down the stairs. Dakota went in next, followed by Sam.

Down stairs, in the basement, there was a small bed set up with a few blankets on it, it was fairly cold and most of the lights were off.

“This looks very zombie like to me.” Dakota commented.

“Yeah, an empty one. You think Angela’s gone after someone?” Sam asked walking further into the room, ducking down to avoid hitting his head on pipes.

Dean walked over to the far wall and Dakota looked over to see that the screen covering one of the windows had been taken off.

“No, I think she went out to rent ‘Beaches’.” Dean sassed.

“Really, Dean, ‘Beaches’? I know you think, but even I haven’t seen that one,” Dakota joked.

“Look smartasses, she might be out killing someone. We got to find her!” Sam said, Dakota was sure it was supposed to be menacing, but watching him scold them while ducking down to avoid hitting his head made Dakota suppress a laugh.

“Yeah. Alright, she clipped Matt because he was cheating, right? Well, it take two to, ya know, have hard-core sex.” Dean said and Dakota rolled her eyes.

“Does Angela have a roommate?” Dakota asked.

“Yeah, Lindsey. Why?” Dean asked.

“My money’s on Angela going after her roommate.” Dakota said.

They rushed back up that stairs, still trying to stay quiet and relocked the door on the way out like they were never there. Sam pulled up Lindsey and Angela’s apartment and they jumped out of the car racing to the back door and quietly sneaking in through the door. They heard yelling and objects breaking in the livingroom and they raced towards the noise and pausing in the doorway while Dean emptied two shots into Angela. She turned and glared at them before sprinting across the room and jumping out the open window, completely unaffected by the silver bullets.

“Feeding her heart to wild dogs is starting to sound less crazy.” Dakota said as Dean ran after Angela and she and Sa went to go comfort Lindsey who was crying and shaking.

“Don’t worry. We’ve got you.” Sam whispered

Dean climbed back through the window without Angela, “Damn. That dead chick can run.”

“I think we should go have a little chat with Neal.” Dakota suggested.

After calming Lindsey down the Winchesters loaded into the car and started driving.

“So, the silver bullets did something, right?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, something, but not enough. What else you got.” Dean asked.

“Okay we have, ‘nail the undead back in their grave bed’, ‘burn the corpse, and the dogs.” Sam said reading the list he had made.

“I vote nailing them in their coffin.” Dakota said holding her hand up as if they were actually voting on something.

“It’s mentioned a few times. It’s probably where the whole vampire-staking lore comes from.” Sam explained.

“Is that really what you spend your time thinking about?” Dakota asked.

“Their grave bed? You serious?” Dean asked, focusing their attention back on the case, “How the Hell are we going to get Angela back in that cemetery.

“We could try using Neal.” Dakota suggested.

“We need to find Neal first.” Dean said.

“If he wasn’t at home, maybe he’s at the college. You said he was Dr. Mason’s T.A., right?” Sam said.

When they pulled up to the college most of the doors were unlocked and they could see a faint amount of light pouring out of the frosted window that sled to Dr. Mason’s office. Dakota opened the door and walked in going straight to the desk where Neal was grading papers.

“You know, I’ve heard of some people doing some pretty desperate stuff to get laid, but you? You take the cake.” Dean said.

“Okay, who are you guys?” Neal asked setting his pen down as all three Winchester siblings stood in front of the desk.

“You might want to ask Angela that question.” Dakota said looking around the room to see if there were any plants alive or dead. In the corner of the bookshelf there was a wilting potted plant.

“What?” Neal asked.

“We know what you did. The ritual...everything.” Sam glared at the kid.

Neal scoffed at them, “You guys are crazy.”

“Your girlfriend’s past her expiration date, and we’re crazy?” Dean said putting his hands on the desk, “When someone’s gone they should stay gone. You don’t mess with this kind of stuff.”

“Angela killed Matt.” Dakota said bluntly.

“She tried to kill Lindsey.” Sam continued.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Neal said shaking his head.

Dean rounded the desk and grabbed Neal by the front of his shirt, lifting him off the ground, “Hey, no more crap, Neal! This blood is on your hands! Now, the three of us, we can make it right, but you gotta tell us where she is.”

Neal looked at the ground, “My house. She’s at my house.”

“Dakota?” Sam asked.

“He’s terrified of us and he’s lying. Also, there are dead plants in the corner.” Dakota said reading Neal’s emotions.

“Are you sure she’s at your house?” Dean asked Neal who nodded and looked over his shoulder a little. Dakota followed his line of gaze to what must have been a closet door.

“You know it doesn’t really matter where she is because there’s only one way to stop her. We’ve got to perform another ritual over her grave to reverse the ritual you did. We’re gonna need some black root, some candles, it’s very complicated, but it will get the job done. She’ll be dead again in a couple of hours. And I think you should come with us.” Dean rambled slowly backing away from the closet that must have Angela in it.

Dakota figure out where her brother was going with this and played along, “He’s right. You should leave. Now.”

“No.” Neal stuttered out, shaking his head and looking at the ground.

Sam walked over and put his hands on the desk before whispering so low that Dakota almost didn’t catch it, “Get out of here as soon as you can. No sudden movements. Don’t make her mad.”

They quickly walked out of the office and went to the car, hoping the lie would trick Angela into coming to the graveyard to try and stop the fake ritual. Once they got the the cemetery they grabbed shovels, their bag if guns, salt, and lighter fluid, and Dakota grabbed a handful of candles.

“Do you really think this is going to work?” Sam asked setting up the candles and lighting them as they hid behind the mound of dirt they had dug up last night.

“No, but it’s the only plan we got.” Dean said.

They heard a twig snap a little ways away and Dakota crossed her fingers that it was Neal or Angela and not the cops. The boys pulled their guns out and split up while Dakota waited by the grave with the coffin lid open, ready to trap Angela. She heard yelling and two gunshots go off and pulled out her gun, staying in position, but getting ready. She saw Sam run full speed towards the grave and watched him get tackled to the ground by Angela. She grabbed his neck, but was stopped when Dakota fired two shots at the girl from the far side of the six foot hole. Angela charged her, tripping and falling into her coffin in the process and Dakota immediately threw the top down and stood on it to hold it closed.

Dean ran over with a silver sword and Dakota jumped out of the hole lifting the lid so Dean could plunge the sword into Angela, pinning her to her deathbed and Dakota watched as the girl collapsed unmoving back into the white fabric of her coffin.

……….

They spent the rest of the night refilling the grave with dirt and the sun had been up for nearly an hour by the time they finished and started slowly walking back to the car.

“You know, the whole fake ritual thing to lure Angela back to the cemetary- pretty sharp.” Sam complimented.

“Thanks.” Dean replied with a small smile.

“But, did we have to use me as bait?” Sam complained.

“Well, I figured you were more her type. She seemed to have a crappy taste in guys.” Dean teased.

Dakota noticed Sam cradling his hand and raised an eyebrow, “You okay?”

“I think she broke my hand.” He pouted.

Dakota chuckled and Dean shook his head, “You’re just too fragile. We’ll get it looked at later.” He trailed off, looking behind them.

Dakota turned and looked and saw that their mother’s grave was in perfect line of sight.

“Do you want to stay for a while?” Sam asked.

Dean stared for a moment longer, “No.” He said before walking towards the car without looking back.

They started driving to an urgent care in the next town over when Dean pulled the Impala over on the side of a dusty road and got out, sitting on the hood. Sam looked back at Dakota who shrugged and got out as well, going to join Dean followed by Sam. They didn’t say anything, just waited for Dean to talk.

“I’m sorry.” He finally said.

“For what?” Dakota asked, genuinely confused.

“The way I’ve been acting.” He explained. It was quiet for another moment before he continued, “And for Dad. He was y’alls Dad too and it’s my fault he’s gone.”

“What are you talking about?” Dakota asked drawing her knees up and crossing her ankles.

“I know you’ve been thinking it, so have I. It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. Back at the hospital I had a full recovery. It was a miracle. And five minutes later, Dad’s dead and the Colt’s gone. You can’t tell me there isn’t a connection. I don’t know how the demon was involved, i don’t know how the whole thing went down exactly...but Dad’s dead ‘cause of me. And that much I do know.” Dean confessed.

“We don’t know that. Not for sure.” Sam said.

“You two and Dad...You three are the most important people in my life. And now...I never should have come back. It wasn’t natural. And now looks what has come of it. I was dead and I should have stayed dead. You two wanted to know how I was feeling, well know you now. That’s how I feel. So tell me, what could you possible say to make that alright?” He finished with tears in his eyes.

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Fallen Idols: Final Part

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,811

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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“Yahtzee,” Sam grinned.

“What is it?” you asked with your head on Dean’s shoulder as he messed with his laptop. Sam wanted him to do some research, but he was playing an internet game secretly.

“The seeds aren't from around here. In fact, they're not from any tree or plant in the country. They’re from Eastern Europe from a forest in the Balkans, which is not even there anymore. It was chopped down, like, thirty years ago. Apparently, local legend has it that the forest was guarded by a pagan god whose name was Leshi. Um, a mischievous god, could take on infinite forms and feed from his worshipers. He could only be appeased with the blood from his worshippers. It would drain 'em, then stuff their stomachs with the seeds.”

“Okay, so how's he doing it? What, he touches James Dean's keychain and then morphs into James Dean?” you wondered as you got up from the bed.

“Hm. It's as good a guess as any.”

“Yeah, well, whatever. How do we kill him?” Dean asked the important question.

“Says here to chop off his head with an iron axe.”

“All right. Let's go gank ourselves a Paris Hilton,” he said with the most serious face he could muster up.

Being back at the wax museum was mortifying, but there was a teenage girl’s life on the line. A flashlight was in one hand while you tiptoed through the museum, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Sam and Dean split up in different directions until you heard Sam whistle for you and Dean to join him. Walking over to the tallest Winchester, you noticed two signs on the door which might be where Leshi is. “CLOSED FOR RENOVATIONS” and “DANGER DO NOT ENTER” hung on the door. Rolling your eyes, you broke the latch with your magic before entering the place. Dean had the axe ready to use in case Paris Hilton does show up.

The room was decorated to be like a clearing in the woods with a path leading up the middle to a white house with a wax figure of a man in a suit standing on the front porch. Upon entering, you noticed a woman tied to one of the trees, and you knew it must be Danielle. Pushing past the brothers, you barely made it to the girl before the axe in Dean’s hand went flying into the trunk of another nearby tree.

Leshi appeared behind Dean with a wicked smile before punching him multiple times in the face which caused him to crumble to the ground.

“Go help. I got her,” you whispered to Sam who rushed over to help. 

Leshi flipped her hair as you worked the girls’ binds. Leshi shoved Sam as hard as she could into the post of the fake house, effectively knocking him out.

“Awesome,” she grinned. 

She raised her stiletto-clad foot and stomped on Dean’s face which knocked him out. She finally turned to you with an evil smile.

“I don’t think so,” she declared as she raised her hand to use her powers to send your head flying into the tree that the girl was tied to. 

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you collapsed in darkness.

The sound of metal sliding against metal is what woke you up. The ground is what you saw first, and you realized from the restraints on your hands was that you were tied just like the young woman. Sam and Dean woke up not too long after you, and Leshi grinned when she realized you three were awake.

“Oh, I'm so glad you're awake for this. This is gonna be huge.”

“Super. Yeah, I wouldn't wanna miss it,” Dean grumbled. 

He looked over at you just as your eyes flashed blue to let him know you were going to get the ropes untied before doing the same to his and Sam’s.

“I mean, I've been stuffing myself with fast food lately. So, it's nice to do the ritual right. Prepare a nice, slow meal for a change,” she grinned as she filed her nails against the carving knife she had in her hands which was causing sparks.

“Just like the good old days, huh?”

“You have no idea. People adored me. They used to throw themselves at me, with smiles on their faces.”

“Yeah, I guess these days nobody gives a flying shit about some backwoods forest god, huh?” Dean snapped, and Leshi stopped filing her nails with a threatening glare.

“No, not since they cut down my forest and built a Yugo plant.”

“March of progress, sister,” he chuckled. Focusing all of your attention to the binds, you felt your magic dance around your wrist as they began to untie the ropes to set you free.

“For years now, I've been wandering, hungry, and scared. Scrounging for scraps. So not sexy. But then, the best thing ever happened. Someone tripped the apocalypse, and I thought, what the hell, I'm tired of watching what I eat. I wanna pig out. So, I found this little place. It's awesome. Adoring fans stroll right in the door.”

“Yeah. But they're not your fans,” Sam tried to reason.

“So? They worship Lincoln, Gandhi, Hilton... whatever. I'll take what I can get.”

“You know, I gotta tell you, you are not the first God we've met, but you are... the nuttiest,” Dean chuckled. Your binds were loose enough so they fell, and you kept your hands where they were to keep up with the illusion that you were still bound before shooting your magic over to Dean’s wrist secretly to have his binds untied.

“No, you, you people, you're the crazy ones. You used to worship Gods. But this? This is what passes for idolatry? Celebrities? What have they got besides small dogs and spray tans? You people used to have old-time religion. Now you have Us Weekly.”

“I don't know, I'm more of a Penthouse Forum man myself,” Dean smirked with a wink as his binds fell to the ground. He kept his hands here as well just as your magic bounced from his wrist to Sam’s.

“Maybe,” she stalked over to Dean, “but... there's still a lot of yummy meat on those bones, boy.”

“Well I hate to break it to you, sister, but, uh... you can't eat me. See, I'm not a Paris Hilton BFF. I've never even seen House of Wax.”

“No. But I can totally read your mind, Dean. I know who your hero is. Your daddy. Am I right?” she smirked and walked over to the axe she threw into the tree earlier. “And this belonged to him. Didn't it? Poor little Dean. All you ever wanted was to be loved by your idol. One distant father figure, coming right up.”

“Not today, bitch,” you grinned as your eyes flashed a bright blue.

She turned around just as a ball of blue magic hit her square in the face. She stumbled a bit from the impact, and Dean raced at her before tackling her to the ground. The binds on Sam’s wrists snapped, and he wasted no time in rushing over to the axe before yanking it out of the tree. Leshi punched Dean before you sent another ball of magic straight to her chest which knocked her off your boyfriend. She groaned as her healed lolled on the ground seconds before Sam brought the axe down on her neck… again… and again… and again… and then a final time. Her head rolled off to the side as blood poured from her body.

Panting, you looked over at Danielle who moaned in pain. Rushing over to her, you placed your fingers at her neck to search for a pulse. It was barely there, but there nonetheless.

“She’s alive. Barely, but still.”

“Not a word,” Dean groaned as he pointed a finger at his brother who had blood sprayed over half of his face.

“Dude. You just got whaled on by Paris Hilton!”

“Shut up,” Dean groaned in pain.

After the motel was packed and cleaned out, you and the brothers left with your bags slung over your shoulders as Dean hung up the phone.

“That was Sheriff Carnegie. Danielle's gonna be all right. She's sworn off The Simple Life, but other than that, she’s going to be okay.”

“Glad to hear it,” you nodded.

“It gets better. Sheriff's putting out an APB on Paris Hilton. That ought to be good,” he laughed as he took out his keys and opened the trunk of the car. Putting your bags inside with the boys’, Dean sighed as he looked at his brother.

“Hey, listen, I was thinking about what you said yesterday. About me keeping too tight of a leash on you. Hell, maybe you're right. I mean, look, I'm not exactly Mister Innocent in this whole mess either, you know. I did break the first seal.”

“You didn't know.”

“Yeah, well, neither did you.”

“I wasn’t there for you when you needed me the most,” you sighed. Even though you had nothing to do with the apocalypse, you still had guilt for shutting Sam out when he needed you the most.

“I'm not saying demon blood was a great way to go, but, you did kill Lilith.”

“And start the apocalypse.”

“Which neither of us saw coming, I mean, who'd have thought killing Lilith would've been a bad thing? Point is, I was so worried about watching your every move that I didn't see what it was actually doing to you. So, for that I'm sorry.”

“I’m sorry too,” you added.

“Thanks,” Sam nodded as Dean closed the trunk.

“So, where do we go from here?” Dean asked.

“The way I see it, we got one shot at surviving this. Maybe I am on deck for the devil, maybe same with you and Michael and Y/N with Amara, maybe there's no changing that. But, we can stop wringing our hands over it. We gotta just grab onto whatever's in front of us, kick its ass, and go down fighting.”

“That we can do,” you grinned.

“Okay. But we're gonna have to do it on the same level.”

“You got it,” Dean agreed. “I say we get the hell outta here.”

“Yes, please,” you nodded. Sam and Dean were about to go their respective ways when Deans topped his brother with a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, you wanna drive?” Dean offered.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I could, uh... I could use a nap.”

“Hell shot gun!” you grinned before rushing to the front of the car. Both brothers laughed at this before Sam took the keys from his hand. Everyone got into the car before Sam started it and drove off.

“Next time, I’m driving,” you declared.

“Keep dreaming, sweetheart,” Dean grinned teasingly.

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Sex and Violence- Part 2

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,313

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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Coming in through the front, you and Dean flashed your badges to the bouncer who let you in without any questions. Entering the place, all you could hear were men cheering on women to show off their bodies. It was a very sexist job, and you hated how they had to sell their bodies to make money. It was disgusting how these men would treat these women.

Looking at Dean, you saw him admiring them women who were dancing on poles before you stepped in front of him, placing your hand on his chest which got his attention.

“You want a stripper, I’ll strip for you. Much more intimidate than this, I can promise that. The only difference? You can touch me,” you smirked.

“I am so taking you up on that offer,” he groaned, licking his lips. He looked up to see an older man counting the money he’s made. “However, there is the manager. We need to talk to him.”

“Right,” you nodded as you both made your way over there. Introducing yourself to him, you flashed your badge to get him to open up to you.

“I'm looking for three girls. Jasmine, Aurora, and Ariel,” Dean said.

“You seriously think those names mean anything to me?”

“One's a redhead about 5'9". The other one's Asian, about—”

“You have any idea how many girls I deal with? Fake names, fake hair, fake,” the man motioned to his breasts making you roll your eyes.

“You gotta have some sort of paperwork. Cheque stubs. Some way to keep track of the strippers,” you said, making him look at you, giving you a once over quickly.

“Please, exotic dancers. Independent contractors working for cash. I stay out of their hair, they stay out of what little I have left.”

“Three of your customers murdered their wives. You don't think that that's weird?”

“Yeah. I think that's super-fucking weird. But you know what it ain't? My problem. If you’re interested in a job, call me,” he smiled before handing you his card.

“Leave right now,” Dean growled, making the manager choose wisely.

“What, I’m glad I’m hot enough to get an offer,” you shrugged.

“This is all mine,” he said to you in a jealous tone. It was so hot when he got jealous.

“Then this,” you gently grabbed his cock, “is mine.” Dean closed his eyes as he tried to get control over his thoughts and body when you spotted Sam. “Come on.”

Taking his hand, you walked through the sea of men before reaching the younger brother.

“Any luck?” he asked.

“No. You?”

“A little. I just talked to Bobby, we officially have a theory.”

“What’s that?”

“Siren, but the siren's not actually a myth, it's more of a beautiful creature that preys on men, enticing them with their siren song.”

“Let me guess, 'Welcome to the Jungle?' No, no. Warrant's 'Cherry Pie’,” Dean smirked.

“Their song is more of a metaphor, like... like their call, their allure, you know?”

“So, they shake their thing and the guys zombie out,” you put the pieces together.

“Basically, yeah. Sirens lived on islands, sailors would chase 'em, completely ignoring the rocky shores... and dash themselves to pieces.”

“Sounds like Adam and his buddies.”

“Yeah. If you were a siren in '09 looking to ruin a bunch of morons, where would you set up shop?”

“So, whatever floats the guy's boat, that's what they look like?” you asked.

“Yeah. You see, sirens can read minds. They see what you want most and then they can kind of, like, cloak themselves. You know, like an illusion.”

“So, it could all be the same chick? Morphing into, uh, to different dream girls?” Dean wondered.

“Yeah, actually. Probably. Sirens are usually pretty solitary.”

“Watch out boys, I may have to keep an eye on you more closely. Don’t want you killing me for some other woman,” you teased lightly.

“How do we kill it?” Dean asked after he laughed at your banter.

“Bobby's working on it. Even if we figure that out, how the hell are we gonna find it? It could be anybody.”

“Well, I know I could use some entertainment that isn’t women. As hard as I tried back in the day, I don’t swing that way,” you declared.

“How hard did you try?” Dean asked.

“Not the point,” you quickly said with a smile before leaning into his body, pressing your mouth close to his ear. “Wouldn’t you rather find out what I have under this dress than waste any more time here?” Nibbling on his ear lobe, you pulled away with a sweet smile.

“Sammy don’t come back to the room anytime soon,” Dean said as he slapped his brother’s chest before leaving with you.

“Wait, Dean, what am I supposed to do!” he exclaimed, sighing when he was out of earshot. Looking around the club, he watched some women dance before leaving the joint. He didn’t like strip clubs solely for the purpose of seeing those women degrade themselves. Plus, strippers aren’t his type. Cara Roberts, now she was his type.

“I didn’t know you had that,” Dean chuckled when you put away the lingerie you bought in secret to surprise him. Sam was out looking into yet another man who had killed in the name of love. Last night was full of great sex after Dean found out how good you looked in skimpy panties and heels.

“That was kind of the point,” you chuckled before walking over to him and sitting on his lap. He placed one hand around your waist and another on your upper thigh.

“I love you,” he muttered before kissing you gently. Hearing him say those words were a rush that only he could provide. A slight buzzing sound is what broke you two apart, and you looked at the table to see Sam’s phone that he apparently forgot. Remembering his secret phone call, you picked it up to see a text from an unknown number.

“I wonder who he’s been calling,” you said before going to his recent calls. Redialing the unknown number, you placed the phone between yours and Dean’s ear just as the person on the other line picked up.

“Hey, Sam,” Ruby said, causing your heart to plummet to your stomach. This is who Sam’s been secretly calling? He’s keeping way too many secrets. “Sam?... You there...?” Quickly hanging up, you tossed the phone back on the table.

“I can’t believe him,” Dean sighed right before the door opened. Sam raised his eyebrows at you and Dean just as you got off Dean’s lap.

“We weren’t doing anything.”

“I don’t want to know,” he interrupted you with a hand up. “Lenny Bristol was definitely another siren vic.”

“You get in to see him?” Dean asked as you walked to the sink to get another cup of coffee.

“Yep. He bought home a stripper named Belle. A couple of hours later he offed his mother. Belle, of course, went MIA.”

“Wait, he killed his mom?” you asked.

“The woman he was closest too,” Sam shrugged. His phone started ringing and Dean picked it up with a sarcastic smile.

“Yeah, you, uh, forgot your cell phone,” he said before standing up and tossing his brother the phone. Dean walked over to you before you handed him a cup of coffee which he took.

“Hey, Bobby… Ahhh, no. And, uh, it doesn't seem like she's slowing down any. You got anything?... Hold on a sec, I'll put you on speaker,” he said before doing just that.

“It says you need ‘a bronze dagger, covered in the blood of a sailor, under the spell of the song’.”

“What the hell does that mean?” you asked.

“You got me. We're dealing with 3000 years of the telephone game here.”

“Best guess?”

“Well, the siren's spell ain't got nothing to do with any song. It's most likely some kind of toxin or venom. Something she gets in the vic's blood.”

“Which makes them go all Manchurian Candidate. Uh, what do you think, she infects the men during sex?” Sam asks.

“Maybe.”

“Supernatural STD,” Dean chuckled.

“Well, however it happens, once it's done the siren's gotta watch her back. She gets a dose of her own medicine, it kills her like a snake getting iced by its own venom.”

“So, we just gotta find a way to juice one of the OJs in jail?” Dean asked.

“Not that easy. None of those guys are under the spell anymore. Haven't got a clue where you're going to get the blood you need.”

“I think I might have an idea,” Sam said with a smile.

“Oh, you gonna visit your girlfriend?” you teased, talking about his little doctor. Sam gave you a glare, but your dad spoke.

“Whatever you do, be careful. These things are tricky bitches. Wrap you up in knots before you know what hit ya.”

“Don’t worry, dad, I’ll watch them,” you said before looking at Dean. “Some more than others.”

“Okay, hanging up now,” he said right before the call was cut.

“Come on,” Sam shook his head and grabbed his phone, Dean grabbed his keys, and you poured your coffee in a to-go cup before you all left the room.

“Dr. Roberts,” Sam smiled once he saw the doctor.

“Agent Stiles. Can't stay away, huh?”

“Actually, uh, we're here on business. About the blood samples. The ones with the high... you know... oxytocin?”

“You still have them?” you asked, making her look at you with a nod. “Good, we need them.”

“What for?”

“Excuse me, Dr. Roberts?” a man in a suit asked as he approached her.

“Yeah?” she turned to face him.

“Excuse me, uh, we're a little busy here, buddy,” Dean said as you three flashed him your badges. The scary thing is, he did too.

“Yeah, so am I, pal.”

“Doc, can you give us a sec, please?” Sam said politely, and thankfully she didn’t argue.

“What's your name?” you asked once she was gone.

“Nick Munroe. What's yours?”

“I'm Special Agent Sam Stiles, they are my partners Dean Murdoch and Y/N Barnes. What office are you from?”

“Omaha, Violent Crimes Unit. My SAC sent me down here to see about the murders. You?”

“D.C. Our Assistant Director assigned us,” you answered.

“Oh, which AD?”

“Mike Kaiser.” It was like a quick game of question and answer. You had an answer for everything he asked which made him suspicious.

“What are your badge numbers?”

“You’re kidding, right?” Dean scoffed.

“I'm just following protocol.”

“Look, sir, just call our AD. He’ll sort things out,” you said as you handed him the card that had one of your dad’s numbers on it. He was your go-to for everything if you ever got in trouble. Nick grabbed the card before stepping away to give him a call. When he was away, you looked at the brothers in confusion. “They don’t normally come out here for things like this.”

“I know,” Dean whispered.

“So why send him, and where are his partners? Does this seem fishy to you?” you asked.

“No, but it clearly does to you so be on the lookout,” Dean declared just as Nick came back.

“I'm sorry, guys,” he handed you back the card.

“Just don't let it happen again.”

“Where are you at with this?”

“Where are you at with this?” Dean repeated the question.

“Well, I was just about to run the, uh, perps' bloodwork—”

“I already checked, dead end,” Sam interrupted.

“But get this. I feel like I found something that, uh, connects all the murderers. They were all banging strippers.... from the same club”

“You don’t say!” you said sarcastically which didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“What do you say we, uh, go down there and check it out?”

“Well, here's the thing, Nick. See, we're kind of lone wolves—”

“You know what,” Sam cut off his brother, “that sounds like an excellent idea. Just... just give me a second with my partners and we'll, uh... one sec.”

“Dude, you two gotta stay with him,” Sam said once the three of you were out of earshot.

“What?” you scoffed.

“Keep him out of the way.”

“Why us?”

“'Cause I gotta get the blood samples.”

“You just want time to spend with your doctor,” you scoffed which earned you a bitch face.

“What the hell are we supposed to do with him?” Dean asked.

“Just take him to the strip club... keep an eye out for the siren. Come on, Dean, just... just focus on the naked girls. You'll forget he's even there!”

“He’ll be focusing on me, thank you very much.”

“I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing it for her,” Dean said as he pointed to you. Sam gave him a quick smile before leaving you two.

“Alright, we're taking my ride, no complaining about the tunes,” Dean said, leading you and Nick to the car.

“No way. You drive an Impala?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, looking at Dean.

“It's a '67, right? It's a 327 four barrel?”

“Yeah, actually,” Dean smiled, but you were too weirded out by this. Something wasn’t right with him. Lately, all you’ve been feeling was that emotion. Was Amara doing something to you?

“It's a thing of beauty,” he said as he approached the car. Going to the back like always, Nick stopped you by opening the passenger side door.

“I’ll sit in the back.”

“You sure?” you asked in a surprised tone.

“It would be my pleasure,” he smiled. Shrugging, you got into the front and he shut the door before entering the back.

“How the hell did you talk the Bureau into letting you drive your own wheels?” he asked excitedly, admiring the interior.

“A lot of hard work,” Dean replied before taking off.

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It’s the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester- Part 2

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,827

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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The next day, Dean did his part by staking out the Wallace house while you and Sam were stuck in the motel room, doing all kinds of research. There had to have been someone at the party that might know the Wallace’s.

“Who should we look up?” Sam asked.

“I think we’re setting the bar too high with this one. If Luke wasn’t having an affair, then that means it’s not an older woman. I don’t know the motive yet, but what if we targeted someone much younger? I don’t know, Tracy?”

“Why Tracy? She watched her friend die.”

“I have a gut feeling on her,” you shrugged.

“Good enough for me,” Sam said before typing on his laptop. In the meantime, you took out your phone and dialed Dean, waiting for him to pick up.

“Hey.”

“How’s it going?”

“Awesome, yeah, I talked with Mrs. Razor Blade again. I’ve been sitting out in front of her house for hours and I’ve got a big steamy pile of nothing.”

“Look, someone planted those hex bags, someone with access to both houses. There’s gotta be some connection. I was telling Sam, maybe it’s not an older woman. Maybe it’s someone much younger.”

“Yeah, well I hope we find ‘em soon cause I’m starting to cramp like a—son of a bitch.”

“Quit whining,” you lightly rolled your eyes.

“No, Y/N, I mean, son of a bitch. That backstabbing little liar.”

“Who? What is going on?”

“Tracy is their babysitter.”

“Come back. We may be onto something here,” you spoke before hanging up on him. Turning to Sam, you made sure he was paying attention before you spoke again. “Guess who babysits for the Wallace’s?”

“Apple-bobbing cheerleader?”

“Bingo. Told you I had a gut feeling on her,” you said. It wasn’t long until Dean came back, and when he did, he wasn’t happy.

“I can’t believe her. She told me she never even heard of Luke Wallace.”

“Huh, interesting look for a centuries-old witch,” Sam commented as he looked at his laptop. As soon as Tracy came up, he decided to do some research on her.

“Yeah, well, if you were a six-hundred-year-old hag and you could pick any costume to come back in, wouldn't you go for a hot cheerleader?”

“Well, Tracy’s not as wholesome as she looks. Did some digging—apparently, she got into a violent altercation with one of her teachers, got suspended from school,” Sam explained, showing you and Dean his laptop screen.

One screen was a picture of Tracy with notes next to her face. Her name, where she lived, her parent’s names, her student email along with one of her parents’, what grade she was in, who she had for homeroom, her counselor’s name, and who her emergency contact was.

“What are we waiting for?” you asked as you got up and put on your jacket. “We’re wasting time in here. Let’s go to that high school and talk to that teacher.”

“I never missed high school,” you said as you walked into an art classroom. It was meant for ceramics due to the large number of kilns everywhere. Dean looked around before settling his gaze on demonic looking masks that students have made. The longer he stared at it, the more intense his features got.

“Dean, you okay?” you asked which brought him out of whatever spell he was on.

“Yeah,” he whispered.

“Does this bring back memories?” Sam asked as he approached from behind.

“What do you mean?”

“Being a teenager, all that angst.”

“Oh,” Dean said, a little relieved. Of what, you didn’t know.

“What’d you think I meant?”

“Nothing,” Dean shrugged before looking at a kid who put a big bone-shaped piece into a kiln. “Now that brings back memories.”

“You gentlemen wanna talk to me?” all three of you turned around to face Tracy’s teacher who she had the altercation with. Once his eyes landed on you, he blushed. “Sorry, gentlemen and lady.”

“Ah, Mr. Harding,” you began.

“Oh, please, Don,” he interrupted you, reaching out to shake your hand. He moved onto Sam and then Dean before smiling.

“I’m Agent Getty, this is Agent Lee, and that is Agent Ruffalo. We just had a few questions about, uh, Tracy Davis,” Dean did the introductions as you flashed your badge at him.

“Uh, yeah, Tracy, uh, bright kid, loads of talent. It’s a shame she got suspended.”

“You two had a violent altercation?” you asked.

“Yeah, she exploded. If Principal Murrow hadn’t walked by when he did, Tracy would have clawed my eyes out.”

“Why?”

“I, uh, you know, I was only trying to rap with her about her work. It had gotten inappropriate and disturbing,” he gulped silently. Something wasn’t right about this man. He was sweating too much to be telling the truth.

“More disturbing, than, uh, those guys?” Dean asked, pointing to the demonic masks on the wall.

“She would cover page after page with these bizarre cryptic symbols, and then there were the drawings. Detailed images of killings, gory, primitive, and she would depict herself in the middle of them, participating.”

“Symbols, what kind of symbols? Uh, anything like this?” Sam asked, pulling out a small bag with the Celtic coin in it.

“Yeah, yeah, I think that might have been one of them,” Don said, eyeing the coin. The way his eyes widened when he saw it didn’t sit right with you.

“You know where Tracy is now?” you asked.

“I would imagine her apartment.”

“Her apartment?” Dean asked, surprised.

“Yeah, she got here about a year ago, alone, as I understood it, as an emancipated teen. God only knows what her parents were like,” Don chuckled.

“Do you have an address?” you asked, ready to take it down. Looks like you three were going on a manhunt.

As soon as you three left the high school, Sam went to Tracy’s apartment to see if he could find anything while you and Dean talked to her friends just in case Sam caught a dead end. Hopefully the younger brother got something because you wasted a whole afternoon with her friends.

“I hate this case,” you groaned as Dean pulled up to the motel room.

“Tell me about it,” Dean grumbled before spotting his brother to your right. “What happened?”

“Tracy was nowhere I could find. Any luck with her friends?”

“Does this look like the face of luck?” you asked as you got out of the car. “Her friends don’t know where she is. It’s like the bitch popped a broomstick.”

“She could be making the third sacrifice any time,” Sam sighed as he led the way to the motel room. Just before you could enter, you were stopped by a little boy in an astronaut’s costume.

“Trick or treat.”

“This is a motel,” Dean sassed.

“So?”

“So, we don’t have any candy.”

“No, we have a ton in the uh…” Sam trailed off, pointing to the car.

“Where do you think it all went?” you whispered to Sam before motioning to Dean.

“Sorry kid, we can’t help ya,” Dean shrugged.

“I want candy,” the kid grew angry.

“Well, I think you’ve had enough,” Dean argued. The little boy glared at Dean through narrowed slits. He walked past him not but before shoving his shoulder into Dean’s body. Dean scoffed but held up his hands in defense.

“Come on, we need to figure this out,” you sighed, opening the door to the motel room. Instantly, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, and when Sam entered next, his gun was raised as he pointed it to the two intruders in the room.

“Who are you?!”

“Sam! No!” you exclaimed, recognizing one of them as the only angel you knew. “It’s Castiel! The angel. Him, I don’t know.” Dean joined the group and closed the door before turning the light on.

“Hello, Sam,” Castiel said.

“Oh my God—er—uh—I didn’t mean to—sorry. It’s an honor, really, I-I’ve heard a lot about you,” Sam stuttered as a smile grew on his face. Sam held out his hand for Castiel to shake, but as you figured, the angle didn’t know what to do. Sam shook his hand slightly to show what to do, and Castiel understood.

“And I, you. Sam Winchester—the boy with the demon blood.”

“Don’t forget girl, too,” you piped in.

“Glad to see you’ve ceased your extracurricular activities.”

“Let’s keep it that way,” the man by the window said.

“And who are you?” you asked in a threatening tone.

“This the raising of Samhain, have you stopped it?” Castiel asked.

“Why?” you wondered.

“Y/N, have you located the witch?”

“Yes, we’ve located the witch,” Dean answered for you.

“And is the witch dead?”

“No, but—”

“We know who it is,” you interrupted Sam.

“Apparently the witch knows who you are too,” Castiel said as he walked to the table and picked up a hex bag. “This was inside the wall of your room. If we hadn’t found it, surely one or all three of you would be dead. Do you know where the witch is now?”

“We’re working on it,” you bit the inside of your cheek.

“Apparently not hard enough,” the unknown man said before turning to face you. “I know of your powers, your destiny. Killing this witch should come easy to you.”

“Why do you guys care?” you asked.

“The raising of Samhain is one of the 66 seals.”

“Come again?” both brothers asked.

“Shit, I forgot,” you said with wide eyes. Turning to face the brothers, you let out a small chuckle. “Yeah, I may have forgotten to mention that breaking the seals will cause Satan to rise.”

“You forgot to mention that detail to us?” Dean asked, shocked.

“Sorry, I was emotional that day. Now you know. Back to them,” you said, turning to face the Angels.

“Lucifer cannot rise. The breaking of the seal must be prevented at all costs,” the man said.

“Okay, fine, why don’t you just tell us where the witch is and we can kill her right now?” you asked.

“We are not omniscient. This witch is very powerful, she’s cloaked even our methods.”

“Okay, well we already know who she is, so if we work together—”

“Enough of this,” the man said, taking a few steps to you.

“Okay, who are you and why should I care?” you asked, sassing him back.

“This is Uriel, he’s what you might call a… specialist.” Castiel spoke.

“What kind of specialist? What are you gonna do?”

“You—uh, all three of you—you need to leave this town immediately,” Castiel said.

“Why?” Dean wondered.

“Because we’re about to destroy it.”

“So, this is your plan, you’re gonna smite the whole fucking town?” you asked after exchanging worried looks with the brothers.

“We’re out of time. This witch has to die, the seal must be saved.”

“There are a thousand people here,” Sam argued.

“One thousand two hundred fourteen,” Uriel said calmly.

“And you’re still willing to kill them all?” you asked, having a huge problem with this.

“This isn’t the first time I’ve… purified a city.”

“Look, I understand this is regrettable, but we have to hold the line. Too many seals have broken already.”

“So, you screw the pooch on some seals and this town has to pay the price?” Dean asked, pissed just as much as you are.

“It’s the lives of one thousand against the lives of six billion. There’s a bigger picture here.”

“Right, cause you’re bigger picture kind of guys,” you scoffed. There was something about angels that really ticked you off.

“Lucifer cannot rise. He does and hell rises with him. Is that something that you’re willing to risk?”

“We'll stop this witch before she summons anyone. Your seal won't be broken and no one has to die,” Sam said, trying to negotiate.

“We're wasting time with these mud monkeys,” Uriel said lowly, but you still heard.

“What the hell did you just call us?” you asked, taking a few steps to the angel. Dean placed a hand on your shoulder, but that barely calmed you down.

“I’m sorry, but we have our orders,” Castiel sighed.

“No, you can’t do this, you’re angels, I mean aren’t you supposed to—you’re supposed to show mercy,” Sam said, concerned for everyone’s lives.

“Say who?” Uriel asked, still staring at you.

“We have no choice,” Castiel said.

“Of course you have a choice. I mean, come on, what? You’ve never questioned a shit order, huh? What are you both, just a couple of hammers?” Dean growled.

“Look, even if you can’t understand it, have faith. The plan is just.”

“How can you even say that?” Sam gasped.

“Because it comes from heaven, that makes it just.”

“Like hell it does,” you rolled your eyes.

“Tell me something, Dean, Y/N, when your father gave you an order, didn’t you obey?” Castiel was right about that one, but he wasn’t right about this.

“Tough shit, because your plans have changed,” you growled out.

“You think you can stop us?” Uriel asked you, standing up to his full height. There was something that snapped inside you when he said that, and you couldn’t help but use your magic as a defense mechanism. Looking down, you tried to take deep breaths, but it wasn’t working. When you looked up gone was the normal color of your eyes, and in place were bright blue ones. Blue magic swirled between your fingertips before flaming up. Taking the few steps necessary to get into Uriel’s face, you would fight him if it meant protecting this city.

“Maybe not, but I’ll have a hell of a fun time trying. You deal with Heaven’s problems and we deal with Earth’s. You’re on our turf now, you don’t get to make the rules. Get in my way, and we’re going to have a problem. Kill me if you have to, but I remember a certain angel telling me that nothing was ever going to happen to me. My time isn’t right now, and I have a feeling you answer to Castiel.”

Castiel stared at you, never seeing your powers in action. The blue of your magic matches the blue in your eyes, and he knew that color matched the color of his grace. Amara was having an effect on you from where she is now because not a lot of people can stand up to Uriel, especially humans. Dean immediately grabbed your shoulders and pulled you into his body, away from Uriel. The calming sensation of his skin made you calm down, and the magic went away as did the blue in your eyes.

“We can do this. We will find that witch and we will stop the summoning,” you said to Castiel.

“Castiel! I will not let these people—”

“Enough!” Castiel held up his hand, silencing Uriel. He looked at you with a hard look on his face. “I suggest you move quickly.”

Nodding, you grabbed your jacket before giving Uriel the death glare. Turning away, you left the motel room with the brothers hot on your heels.

“What the hell was that?” Dean asked.

“I don’t want to talk about it. Come on, we have to go get this witch before everyone dies,” you sighed as you got into the car. Sam and Dean got in, and as soon as Dean started the car, Sam looked upset.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he sighed, fingering the hex bag. “I thought they’d be different.”

“Who, the angels?” Dean asked, making you look at Sam silently who just nodded. “Well, I tried to tell ya.”

“I just… I mean, I thought they’d be righteous.”

“Well, they are righteous, I mean, that’s kinda the problem. Of course, there’s nothing more dangerous than some asshole who thinks he’s on a holy mission,” you commented.

“But, I mean, this is God? And Heaven? This is what I’ve been praying to?”

“Look man, I know you’re into the whole God thing, you know, Jesus on a tortilla and stuff like that. But just because there’s a couple of bad apples doesn’t mean the whole barrel’s rotten. I mean, for all we know, God hates these jerks. Don’t give up on this stuff, is all I’m saying. Babe Ruth was a dick but baseball’s still a beautiful game.”

Sam sighed as he looked through the contents of the hex bag once more before picking up the charred bone.

“Well, are you gonna figure out a way to find this witch, or are you just gonna sit there fingering your bone?”

“You know how much heat it would take to char a bone like this?” Sam asked.

“No.”

“A lot, I mean, more than a fire or some kitchen oven.”

“Like a kiln,” you spoke up, coming to the realization that maybe Tracy isn’t the witch.

“Like exactly that.”

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The Benders- Part 1

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,983

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, angst, language, minor character death, blood, you know the usual, implied rape but it’s literally one sentence. But I still want to mention it.

Summary: Just when things couldn’t get any weirder, you got the unthinkable case... Humans. 

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Crazy things were happening to you and you had no idea what was going on or whether or not you should tell Sam or Dean. They would think you’re crazy and kick you out. Or maybe they won’t think you’re crazy but would be scared of you. You were certainly scared of yourself.

The power you felt was something unreal. You had no idea where that came from. Why did it start happening now? Why didn’t it happen before? What is causing you to be like this? Were there other people like you? Was Sam like this?

So many unanswered questions and not enough answers. Who would exactly know about this sort of thing? Your mind was racing ever since you left Max’s house. You tried to focus on your relationship or new cases but nothing was working.

You were stuck in your own mind and you were all alone. You wished there were someone who knew of this sort of thing. Like now, there was a case going on and you and the Winchester were all dressed up but your heart wasn’t in it like before.

What had happened was that a little boy, Evan, apparently saw some man who was being dragged underneath his car. He disappeared and his body was never recovered. So naturally, it caught the attention of Sam and Dean. You were at Evan’s house, talking to him and his mother.

“Look, officers, I know you’re just doing your job but the police already came here. I don’t understand why we have to go through this again. The more he tells this story, the more he believes it.” The mother, Mrs. McKay said, sighing softly.

“I understand that but you spoke to the local authorities and this seemed like a matter for the state police.” Dean said. You looked at Evan and smiled softly at him.

“Why don’t you tell us what happened? No matter how crazy it seems.” You said to Evan.

“I was up late, watching TV when I heard this weird noise.” He started talking. “It sounded like a monster.” You and Dean exchanged looked and you looked at Sam. This was sounding like more and more your thing.

“Tell the officers what you were watching on TV.” Evan’s mom said.

“Godzilla vs. Mothra.” He said excitedly.

“That’s my favorite Godzilla movie. It’s so much better than the original, huh?” Dean said, crouching down to his level.

“Totally.” Evan smiled, looking at Dean.

“Evan, did you see what this thing was?” You asked in a gentle tone.

“No. But I saw it grab Mr. Jenkins. It pulled him underneath the car.” He said with his eyes wide. “It took him away. I heard the monster leaving. It made this really scary sound, like a whining growl.” Dean stood back up and looked at his brother who gave him a knowing look.

“Thanks for your time.” You said with a smile, walking out of the small apartment and to the Impala. This was going to be a long case, you can already feel it.

“So, local police have now ruled out foul play. Apparently, there are were signs of a struggle.” Sam said, sitting in a local bar. He was doing research at a table and Dean was teaching you how to play darts.

“Alright, sweetheart, you gotta line them up and then shoot them. It’s very easy.” He said, holding your arm from behind you.

“Look at you. You’re teaching me how to play darts? I have one of the best aims and you think I need teaching? By all means, Mr. Winchester. Teach away.” You blushed at the feel of his warm body behind yours. He smirked and moved your arm back, shooting it forward and you let go of the dart, seeing it hit the bullseye.

“You try.” He smiled and let go of you but didn’t move from behind you. You did exactly as he showed you and of course, you hit the bullseye. You turned around in his arms and smirked but at him.  

“Maybe you should teach me other things.” You winked at him and he smirked, going to kiss you but a throat cleared.

“Guys, can we focus please?” Sam said with a sigh.

“You’re such a buzzkill.” You joked with Sam.

“They could be right; it could just be a kidnapping. Maybe this isn’t our kind of gig.” Dean said, turning to his brother.

“Yeah, maybe not. Except for this: Dad marked the area, Dean,” You got up after placing the darts where they belonged and sat next to Sam, looking at John’s journal. “Possible hunting grounds of a phantom attacker.”

“Why would he even do that?” Dean wondered.

“Well, he found a lot of local folklore about a dark figure that comes out at night. Grabs people and then vanishes. He found this too: this county has more missing persons per capita than anywhere else in the state.” Sam explained.

“Don’t phantom attackers usually snatch people from their beds? Jenkins was taken from a parking lot.” You said, a look of confusion etching your features.

“There are all kinds. Not all of them are going to be same kind of phantom. They take people anywhere and anytime. Look, Dean, I don’t know if this is our kind of gig either.” You understood both sides of the argument.

“We should go then and get some rest. I saw a motel about 5 miles back.” You said, getting up and putting on your jacket.

“Whoa, whoa, easy. Let’s have another round.” Dean grinned.

“We should really get an early start.” Sam said, agreeing with you.

“Yeah, you really know how to have fun, don’t you, Grandma? Alright, I’ll meet you outside, I gotta take a leak.” Dean said, grabbing his jacket.

“I’ll do that too. We will meet you outside.” Sam said, taking his jacket with him. You gathered Sam’s research and walked out to the car, laying what you carried on the hood of the car. You heard a noise from under the car and you stopped breathing.

You put John’s journal on the hood as with everything else. You took out your mini flashlight you took everywhere and got on your knees, looking underneath the Impala. You breathed out a sigh of relief when you saw it was only a cat. The cat hisses at you and ran away.

“Thank God.” You muttered, getting back on your feet. You put away the flashlight and fixed up the research, making it more organized when you stopped. It was too quiet out here. You paused and looked around, feeling a sense of eyes on you but there was no one in sight. Maybe you were imagining things like you breaking the lamp with your hand. You were still confused about that.

When you thought you shook every nerve away, a pair of hands grasped your ankles and pulled, causing you fall to the ground.

“Dean!! Sam!!” You yelled, trying your best to crawl away but the person grabbing you was much stronger. The person dragged you under the car as you screamed but before you could see who it was, you blacked out.

You didn’t know how much longer it was until you woke up but when you did, you were in a cage. You gasped and scrambled to a corner of the cage. It was a metal cage and it was dark with streams of light trying to get into the room you were in. You had no idea what happened or where you were but you were determined to find out.

You looked down at yourself and saw that whoever took you had stripped you of your clothes, putting you in a dirty nightgown. You put a hand to your head and put some pressure on it to ease the throbbing. You didn’t feel any blood, but you had no idea what was going on.

You tried to rattle the cage but nothing would budge. You looked to your right and saw another cage with another human inside of it. You frowned when you recognized it was Jenkins, the missing man. You walked as close as you could to the man and tried to get him to wake up. You hoped he would wake up.

You realized you would need to make some noise for him to wake up. You grabbed onto the top of the metal cage and hoisted yourself up, slamming your feet into the door. You groaned and did it again, grunting out in pain.

When hunting with John and Dean Winchester, they made you do all kinds of crap, including this brutal workout system to build muscle and to get in shape for hunts. Hunting was no picnic and you had to do whatever it took to take down the monster. Thankfully, they taught you how to fight. You knew how to take down a man 4 times your size without breaking a sweat. It came in handy all the damn time.

You were strong for a woman your size and no one ever fucked around with you. You even got Dean to admit you beat his ass a few times when you two were wrestling. Of course, he would deny it now but he knew better. You heard Jenkins groan and open his eyes.

“You’re alive. Hey, you okay?” You asked him, Jenkins rolling onto his back as he opened his eyes.

“Does it look like I’m doing okay?” He sneered. You rolled your eyes; already you knew this would be painful if you didn’t get along with this man.

“Where are we?” You asked, trying to get on his good side.

“I don’t know. The country, I think. It smells like the country.” Jenkins said, getting to a sitting position and looking over at you.

“You’re Alvin Jenkins, correct?”

“Yeah.” He said, looking at you in confusion.

“I was looking for you.”

“Well, no offense, but this is a piss-poor rescue.” He said, glaring at you.

“Look and listen well, Alvin. Don’t talk to me like that because when we’re out, I will kick your ass.” You glared, already not liking the man.

“Yeah, sure you will, sweetheart.” He rolled his eyes. You cringed at the nickname. Only Dean gets to call you that. Dean and old people get to.

“Well, my boyfriend and his brother are out there right now and they are looking for me.”

“So, they aren’t going to find us. We’re in the middle of nowhere,” He nodded his head to the door leading into the room they were in. “We’re waiting for them to come back and do God-knows-what to us.” You frowned. Who was them?

“What are they? Have you seen them?” You wondered. You needed to know what kind of monster you were dealing with.

“What are you talking about?”

“Whatever’s got us, what’d they look like?” You explained further. You heard the door to the room open and you tried to see for yourself what these things looked like. Two figures walked into the room, wearing black cloaks and hats to cover their faces.

You watched as they walked over to Jenkins cage and hit the side to it, making Jenkins cower back in fear. One of the other figures goes to a pole in the middle of the room with a panel of buttons attached to it. One or two presses of the buttons and Alvin’s cage opened.

“Leave me alone! Don’t you take me, leave me alone!” Alvin said out of fear. You watched in confusion as they placed a plate of food and walked back out, closing and locking the door again. They leave the room and you gasped, seeing what kind of creature they were.

“I’ll be damned. They’re just humans.” You said to yourself.

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Nightmare- Part 4

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,261

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, angst, language, minor character death, blood, you know the usual

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You were absentmindedly touching the table in the hallway with little trinkets and when you passed over one of the figurines, it moved. You looked at it and then at your hand. What just happened? You moved your hand back and that caused the trinket to fly in the direction you moved your hand. You gasped and back away from the table.

Wat the hell was happening? You stuck your hand out again and moved it to the right, but a little more forcefully and that moved the whole table. It creaked as it moved and you looked at your hands. Why are you just now doing this? Why didn’t you do this before? What was wrong with you? Were you like Sam? What did this mean? You wish your mom was here because she apparently knew more that you did.

“Y/N, you coming?” Dean said, looking at you in the hallway.

“Yeah, coming.” You bit your lip and carefully moved passed the table and ran into the bedroom. Should you tell Dean what happened? What about Sam? Should you just keep your mouth shut?

Ms. Miller came to and Dean was already there, dabbing a wet cloth on her bleeding head.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Miller.” You said even though you didn’t know what you were sorry for.

“No, it’s my fault. I never did anything to stop the beatings.” She sighed and looked down. Suddenly, the door creaked open and Max walked in with the gun in his hand. You gasped and watched as Dean made a move to him but Max flung him into the wall.

“Dean!” You were about to go over to him but Max flung you to the wall, keeping his powers on you so you couldn’t move.

“Max!” Ms. Miller said. Max held up Dean’s gun and pointed it to her. Dean got up and once he saw the gun, he sprang into action.

“Stay back. This is not about you.” Max said, not wanting to hurt Dean. Why would he? He didn’t do anything to Max.

“You wanna kill her you gotta go through me first.” Dean stated firmly.

“No! Max! Please don’t!” You yelled, tears streaming down your face. You just got Dean back from almost dying. You can’t let it happen again. Before Max had a chance to shoot, Sam came right in and looked at Max.

“No don't! Don't! Please. Please. Max. Max. We can help you. All right. But this, what you're doing, it's not the solution. It's not going to fix anything.” Sam pleaded, becoming worried. Max was crying, sweating and shaky but he nodded. He relaxed a bit and the gun was pointed to himself.

“You’re right.” Suddenly, the trigger was pulled and Max slumped to the floor, dead. The hold he had on you was now gone and you slid to the floor, getting up immediately and running to Dean. You ran into his arms and let tears fall.

“NO!!” Sam yelled but it was too late. Max was gone. Ms. Miller grabbed her phone shakily and called the police while Sam stared at Max’s body. You looked at Dean and kissed him long.

“Don’t ever do that again, you hear me.” You pulled away and stared into his eyes.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but it was the only thing I could think of.” He said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Momentarily, you forgot you moved a whole table with your hand.

“I know, but please, your life isn’t less important than hers. You’re mine now and you’re the most important person I know.” You said, looking down.

The cops arrived pretty soon and everyone was gathering downstairs.

“Max attacked me. He threatened me with a gun.” Ms. Miller said to the cops.

“And these three?” The cop motioned to you and the Winchesters.

“They're... family friends. I called them soon as Max arrived. I was scared. They tried to stop him. They fought for the gun.” Ms. Miller lied a little.

“Where did Max get the gun?” The cop wondered. You bit your lip, wondering if she was going to sell Dean out.

“I don't know. He showed up with it and...” She couldn’t finish her sentence as she began to cry. You let out a breath of relief when she didn’t sell you out. “I've lost everyone.”

“We'll give you a call if we have any further questions.” The cop said, looking at you.

“Thanks, Officer. We should leave now.” You smiled and took Dean’s hand, leading him to the Impala.

“If I'd just said something else and gotten through to him somehow.” Sam said, blaming himself. It was the Winchester way to always blame yourself no matter the situation.

“Sam, don’t do that to yourself.” You said.

“Do what?” He asked, pretending not to know what you were talking about.

“Torture yourself. It wouldn't have mattered what you said, Max was too far gone.” You said.

“When I think about how he looked at me, right before. I should have done something.” Sam sighed.

“Come on man, you risked your life. I mean yeah, maybe if we had gotten there 20 years earlier.” Dean said, shrugging.

“Well I'll tell you one thing. We're lucky we had Dad.” Sam said with a smile.

“Well I never thought I'd hear you say that.” Dean chuckled, happy a little at that.

“Well, it could have gone a whole other way after Mom. A little more tequila and a little less demon hunting and we would have had Max's childhood. All things considered, we turned out ok. Thanks to him.”

“Great, I’m ready to leave this town so if we could get back to the motel.” You smiled a tight one and got in the car. Now that this thing was all over, you couldn’t stop staring at your hands. What did that all mean, back there?

Dean didn’t question you as he and his brother got in the car and in no time at all, were you packing up. The brothers were outside by the car, putting everything away while you were inside. You still had no idea what was wrong with you but you needed to know for sure. Maybe Max was doing it by himself and you thought you were doing it.

Making sure no one was watching, you stared at the lamp, moving your hand in the exact way you did with the table. Nothing happened and you tried again, going the other way. Still, nothing happened. Maybe it really was Max and not you. You walked closer to it and stared at the lightbulb hard enough but jumped back in fear when it busted, sending glass everywhere on the floor.

You raised your hand to your mouth but as you did, the lamp itself rose and you stared as it rose higher and higher, the higher your hand rose. You heard Sam and Dean’s voices and you quickly dropped your hand, the lamp dropping on the table, breaking in big pieces.

“Are you okay?” Dean popped his head in and frowned when he saw the broken lamp.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m ready.” You grabbed your bag and never looked away from the lamp.

“Great, because we’re going to Vegas. I have a feeling Sam is going to get us lucky.” Dean grinned, walking back to the Impala.

“No, I’m not! We’re not going to Vegas!” You heard Sam say from the car. You wanted to laugh and joke with them, but you were too scared. Should you tell them what happened?

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Asylum- Part 4

Pairing: Eventual Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,962

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, angst, language, minor character death, blood, you know the usual

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“Sammy? Sam, you down here? Sam? Sam!” Dean tried calling. You tried calling his name too but no word came from the younger sibling. You were about to call his name again but let out a loud yelp when you saw Sam standing in front of you. Dean raised his shotgun because you yelped but saw his brother instead of a ghost.

“Man, answer me when I'm calling you! You alright?” Dean sighed.

“Yeah. I'm fine.” You narrowed your eyes at Sam, noticing something off immediately.

“You know it wasn't me who called your cell, right?”

“Yeah, I know. I think something lured me down here.” Sam said without emotion. You couldn’t put your finger on it but something wasn’t right. Maybe it was woman’s intuition or a natural gut reaction.

“I think I know who. Dr. Ellicott. That's what the spirits have been trying to tell us. You haven't seen him, have you?” Dean asked.

“No. How do you know it was him?” Sam feigned innocence.

“Because Y/N and I found his log book. Apparently, he was experimenting on his patients, awful stuff. Makes lobotomies look like a couple aspirin.” Dean scoffed. Dean walked around him, looking at the walls and into the different rooms.

“But it was the patients who rioted.” Sam stated.

“They were rioting against Dr. Ellicott. Dr. Feelgood was working on some sort of, like, extreme rage therapy. He thought that if he could get his patients to vent their anger then they would be cured of it. Instead it only made them worse and worse and angrier and angrier. So, I'm thinking, what if his spirit is doing the same thing? To the cop? To the kids in the seventies, making them so angry they become homicidal.... Come on, we gotta find his bones and torch them.” Dean said, trying another door, smiling when it opened.

“How? The police never found his body.” Sam asked, confused.

“The log book said he had some sort of hidden procedure room down here somewhere where he'd work on his patients. So, if I was a patient I'd drag his ass down here, do a little work on it myself.” Dean shrugged, shining his flashlight inside and nodded for Sam to follow. You followed Dean but gave one, hard look at Sam before walking inside, looking in the small room.

“I told you I looked everywhere. I didn't find a hidden room.” You looked at Sam, your eyes still narrowed. He never said anything about a hidden room.

“Well, that's why they call it hidden...” Dean chuckled. You looked around when you heard wind come into the room. That wouldn’t be able to happen, not if there was another door in here.

“You hear that?” You asked, seeing Dean walk closer to a wall.

“What?” Sam scoffed.

“There’s a door here.” Dean said, crouching down to feel if there was wind there. You looked over at Sam to see him raise his gun and point it at Dean.

“Sam.” Your eyes widened.

“Dean,” Sam said, a trickle of blood ran out of his nose, staining his lips. “Step back from the door.” Dean turned around to see his brother point a gun at him. He got up slowly and put his hand out. You were frozen, not knowing what would set off Sam. You knew something was wrong with him.

“Sam, put the gun down.” Dean said, slowly.

“Is that an order?” Sam said in a cold voice.

“Dean, don’t patronize him.” You said softly, looking at Sam who ignored you.

“Nah, it's more of a friendly request.” Dean said. If he heard you, he made no move to respond to you.

“Because, I'm getting pretty tired of taking your orders.” Sam said, raising the gun to Dean’s chest.

“Sam, put the gun down.” You pleaded, your words doing nothing to teeter the boys.

“I knew it. Ellicott did something to you.” Dean said.

“For once in your life, just shut your mouth.” You prayed that Dean listened this one time.

“What are you going to do, Sam? Gun's filled with rock salt. It's not going to kill me.” Dean said, thinking he won this round. You watched in horror as Sam shot his brother, sending Dean flying through the hidden door and onto the ground. You screamed out, fearing the worst, pushing past Sam and rushing to Dean, getting on your knees and feeling for a heartbeat.

It looked as if the shot put Dean into unconsciousness. You let tears fall, always fearing the worst when Dean came to, gasping for air. You pressed on the wound, looking up at Sam who walked further to you.

“Sam! We gotta burn Ellicott's bones and all this will be over, and you'll be back to normal.” You said, tears escaping your eyes.

“I am normal. I'm just telling the truth for the first time. I mean, why are we even here? ’Cause Dean’s following Dad's orders like a good little solider? Because he always does what he says without question? Is he that desperate for his approval?” Sam scoffed, the gun raised still.

“This isn't you talking, Sam.” Dean said softly.

“That's the difference between you and me. I have a mind of my own. I'm not pathetic, like you.” Your heart broke at his words. This was Dean’s worst nightmare coming true.

“Sam, please stop it.” You cried.

“So, what are you going to do, huh? Are you going to kill me?” Dean coughed. You looked down at Dean, worried about what he or Sam would say.

“You know what, I am sick of doing what you tell me to do. We're no closer to finding Dad today than we were six months ago.” Sam scoffed.

“Well, then here, let me make it easier for you,” Dean slid out the pistol that he took from his duffel bag and held it out for Sam. You gasped and looked at Sam, seeing his face contort from confusion to anger. “Come on, take it. Real bullets are going to work a hell of a lot better than rock salt. Take it!!” Dean yelled. Sam took the gun and pointed it at Dean face. If you were crying before, you were bawling now.

“Sam! Stop it! Please! You’re scaring me!”

“Shut up, Y/N.” Sam growled, his eyes not leaving his brother.

“You hate me that much? You think you could kill your own brother? Then go ahead. Pull the trigger. Do it!” Dean pushed Sam’s button. You would grab the gun out of Sam’s hands since it was so close to you but you didn’t want to risk Dean’s life.

You watched in horror as Sam pulled the trigger. You yelped, expecting to hear a bang and the inside of Dean all over you but nothing came after the click. You looked at Sam to see him try again but nothing happened. Suddenly, Dean right crossed his brother, sending Sam and the gun out of his hand and onto the floor.

“Man, I'm not going to give you a loaded pistol!” Dean scoffed, holding his chest where he got shot. You glared at Sam and got up, giving him a vicious jaw punch, knocking Sam out. You pulled your hand back and shook it since Sam’s jaw was so hard and your hand was so soft.

“Shit!” You hissed in pain.

“Wow, sweetheart, didn’t know you had it in you.” Dean smirked.

“Let’s just find the body.” You glared at nothing. No one shoots the love of your life and gets away with it, not even Sam. You and Dean begin to look around the room, looking behind curtains and behind cabinets. You looked closer at a fallen cupboard, seeing a patch of grey fur sticking out of the corner of it.

“Dean, look at this.” You said, opening the door. You gagged when you found Dr. Ellicott’s mummified body inside, the smell dreadful.

“Oh, that's just gross.” Dean said, getting out his salt container. He dosed the body in enough salt and you put on lighter fluid so when you put the flames on the body, it would burn right up. You walked off to grab the matches out of the duffel bag when you saw a gurney flying across the room and into Dean, sending him to the ground. Suddenly, Dr. Ellicott is in front of him and he is grabbing Dean’s face, his hands lighting up.

“Don't be afraid. I'm going to help you. I'm going to make you all better.” The doctor smirked. Dean started grunting out in pain and you knew you had to do something, fast. No way in hell would you let this happen. You strike the matches and threw them on the corpse, looking at the doctor.

“I don’t think so, bitch.” You growled, Dr. Ellicott pulling away and turning black. He crumbled to the floor, becoming nothing. You rushed over to Dean and helped him up, pulling his arm around your shoulder to help him walk.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” He chuckled.

“Don’t thank me just yet. Get me out of here.” You said, going over to Sam. You wondered how you were going to get both boys out when Sam woke up, looking confused. Sam flexed his jaw painfully and looked up at you.

“You going to try and kill me again?” Dean asked.

“No.” Sam groaned in pain.

“Sorry for hitting you so hard.” You bit your lip, looking at Dean. You just wanted to be able to breathe in fresh air instead of whatever it was down here.

You made it outside and you were thankful to even see the Impala. You looked over at Kat and Gavin who looked relieved to be outside again.

“Thank you, guys.” Kat said, smiling. Gavin nodded, agreeing with Kat.

“No more haunted asylums, okay?” Dean said to them. Kat and Gavin nodded, turning away and walking to their car, driving off. You turned away and walked over to the Impala, smiling.

“Hey, Dean?” Sam said. You stopped and looked at him, as did his brother.

“I'm sorry, man. I said some awful things back there. Y/N, I’m sorry for scaring you. You did the right thing, punching me like that.” Sam chuckled a bit.

“You remember all that?” Dean asked.

“Yeah. It's like I couldn't control it. But I didn't mean it, any of it.” Sam sighed.

“You didn’t, huh?” Dean said, not believing him.

“No, he didn’t, Dean. You know your brother as well as I do, if not more. You know he wouldn’t say that to you.” You said, looking at Dean.

“She’s right, man. Do we need to talk about this?”

“No. I'm not really in the sharing and caring kind of mood. I just wanna get some sleep.” With that, Dean got in the impala, waiting for you and Sam to do the same. You were agreeing with Dean, wanting to go to sleep, to put this all behind you.

Well, you guys found a motel but you weren’t sleeping. You were up, staring at the letter your mom wrote after you stole it back from Dean’s jacket. Maybe this whole thing was something big and you did need John’s help in all of it. But why would your mom lie and say she never knew John and then say she was great friends with him? It didn’t make sense.

A ringing is what brought you out of your thoughts and you saw it was Dean's phone. You knew he wasn’t going to get up and answer it and Sam was too far gone to do it too so you picked it up, answering it yourself.

“Hello?” You said very quietly. Your eyes widened when you heard who spoke.

“John?”

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