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Pairing: Castiel x Demon!Female Reader

Tags/Warnings: 18+, smut, spitting, cowgirl, missionary, choking kink, death

A relationship between an angel and a human was bad enough. Now, imagine a relationship between an angel and a demon. Nothing good could come of it. Everyone believed you were manipulating Castiel, and you were, until the act became a representation of reality. You fell in love with the angel, and the angel fell in love with the demon. And when the angels and demons found out, they turned on you.

The beginning of your story was confusing and full of betrayals. A love too young to be perceived.

“Ah, Castiel, the rebel angel.” You smiled wickedly as you sat in a creaking chair. “What does someone as clean as you want from someone as dirty as me?”

Castiel hated himself for this. Seeking help from a demon was a sinking too low for him.

“The other angels are after me.” He explained, his gaze serious. “I need your help to raise an army and defeat my enemies.”

“Angels are demons with wings.” You looked at him in disgust. “Why would I help you?”

“Because I know your secret.”

That caught your attention, but you laughed.

“What secret?”

“You know which one.”

“You dare threaten me?”

“I’m warning a demon that her fate won’t be pleasant if she doesn’t help me.”

“You sure have big wings, huh?” You sighed. “Fine… I’ll help you.”

And that was the beginning of the end. You two fought side by side, slowly realizing your feelings went beyond the professional, and every time your bodies met, passion and desire mingled. His hands ran over your breasts, your nipples erect, as you bounced on him.

“Don’t stop,” Castiel said through gritted teeth.

“I wouldn’t dare.”

Both of your moans filled the room, his hands moving down to grip your hips firmly and move you faster. His cock, completely soaked with your juices, slid in and out of you.

“Say you’re my bitch.” You smirked as you wrapped your hand around his neck.

Castiel growled, and instead of saying what you wanted to hear, he removed your hand from his neck and threw you onto the bed without leaving you.

“You say you’re my bitch.” He growled, stopping his hip movements.

You gritted your teeth and spat in his face, but Castiel didn’t even flinch.

“Fucking angel-“

“Say it!” He squeezed your neck with his hand.

“I’m your fucking bitch!”

Castiel continued his movements, stronger and firmer than before. His gaze was on yours as you both reached a biblical orgasm, your eyes black as his turned blue.

But then, angels and demons learned of your relationship, and for the first time in biblical history, they decided to work together to destroy you.

And so ended both of your stories. At least yours.

Castiel carefully looked around. Everything was chaos: things lying everywhere, things broken and shattered. And you were on the floor, your back against him. He ran to you, kneeling on the ground, and gently turned you over. Your eyes were open, but empty. A wound over your heart that could easily be compared to Castiel’s broken heart. Tears streamed down his face, and he stroked your cold cheeks with his thumbs, resting his forehead against yours.

He looked around desperately as he stood up, searching for something… Someone. He found her inside a tiny box, hidden by you. As soon as his eyes fell upon her father’s, her small hands reached out for him, babbling. Castiel picked her up and placed a kiss on her forehead, breathing a sigh of relief at seeing his daughter alive. After burying you, flowers surrounding your grave, he promised to wipe out every single angel and demon, regardless of whether they had ever helped him.

With his little girl in his arms, he promised to put an end to each and every one of them.

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They Were Real

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Summary: You sacrificed your life for humanity twice. Days later you find yourself in an unknown room and with your memory lost. You must not overlook any details since it could be a lie. The most important thing that occupies the center of your head is to discover who he is... Who is that man named Dean Winchester.

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Tags/Warnings: 18+, smut, angst

Part 2: What is real?

“Do you really think this will help me?”

“Walking around town will help your memories.”

You watched the people walk by. Some were talking on their phones, others were staring at the ground, and several were staring straight ahead. The air was cool, not cold enough, but it was nice.

“You know, we could even go LARP.”

“I think LARP is more your thing than mine, sis.”

“You were playing a cute warrior-princess.”

“You haven’t dragged me to one of those things in years.” She glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. “What?”

“Actually…”

You rolled your eyes.

“Oh, c’mon. Seriously? How much have I missed?”

“Don’t stress yourself out, it’ll all come back.”

“And it’s essential that you come with me?”

“Does your memory of Dory remember the streets?”

“Well played.”

You walked into a park and sat on a bench. You watched the children play with their parents.

“You remember when we escaped from the orphanage?” She asked.

“How could I forget?” You smiled, your hands in your jacket pockets. “I fought the guard while you hacked the computer.”

“You were always the warrior of the two.”

“And you were the one with the brains.”

“How much do you really remember?”

You sighed and looked at a spot on the ground.

“I remember the time you fell in the lake. You cut your ankle on a rock and I had to heal you.”

“So you remember.”

You looked at her, noticing a bit of enthusiasm in the way she said that.

“It’s confusing. I remember the fights, the hunts… But some things are blurry.”

She nodded slowly. You stayed silent for a while, listening to the noise of the town.

“Would it bother you… To leave me here?”

“You sure?”

“Yes. I can go back alone. I already memorized the way back. You go play on the computer.”

“Whatever.” She gave you a smile and stood up. “Remember to call me if you need anything, btch”

You nodded and watched her leave. When you were alone, you continued to look around the place. You had the feeling that someone was watching you, but wherever you looked, no one seemed to be paying attention to you.

You heard a noise behind you and jumped. You saw the carousel, drawing the attention of everyone who passed by. Its lights were bright and its music was loud. You felt immediately attracted and let yourself go. As if under hypnosis, you approached the carousel and watched it go round and round.

“Oh, hello!” A man exclaimed.

You looked behind you, not sure if he was referring to you.

“How are you today?” He asked, approaching you.

“Fine…” You stammered. “Fine…”

“Today is a beautiful day!” He looked around. “Don’t you think so?”

You looked at him curiously. That man knew you.

“Wait…” He set his eyes on you. “Do I look familiar?”

“Of course! I could never forget you… You and your husband, of course.”

“My husband?”

“Yes, yes.” He smiled at you. “He paid double to have the carousel just for the two of you for a whole night.”

You looked at the carousel. Or rather, you looked at its details. Its lights, its seats, its drawings…

“Are you feeling well, young lady?” He asked you.

“Yes.” You shook your head. “The man… My husband.” You corrected. “His name was John?”

“He didn’t tell me his name. I asked him, but he said it wasn’t important. He just came here one afternoon and told me he wanted the carousel to himself that very night.”

“What happened then?”

“He paid me in advance and I waited for him. He came with you.” He pointed at you. “I asked you if it was your anniversary and you two said yes. You seemed to give each other a knowing look before answering, though.”

“How long ago was this?”

He looked at you, unsure if you were serious.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I need you to answer me.”

He nodded, noticing that it was indeed important.

“It was like seven years ago.”

You held your breath at that answer. You looked back at the carousel…

You heard its music getting louder and louder… You looked at the seats, the drawings, the lights…

You watched it go round and round and round. You watched it until it was the only thing illuminated…

You were happy and laughing, going around in circles on the carousel. When you passed by him you waved at him. Your laughs and the repetitive music filled the desolate park.

“Come!” You called out to him.

He shook his head as he watched you with a smile.

“Come or I swear I will bring you back by force!”

On the next ride you expected to see him with both hands in his pockets. But as you passed by, you didn’t find him. You felt hands on your shoulders. You turned around and smiled when you noticed it was him.

He climbed onto the seat next to you and joined hands.

“This is much better than staying down there.” You told him.

He just smiled. You extended your other arm and screamed. It was a cry of liberation, of happiness. He laughed.

“Come on, party pooper! Try it too.”

He looked at the ground and shook his head in amusement.

“Your loss!”

You screamed again. You laughed, and a few seconds later, you heard a scream come from beside you. He had copied your action.

“You see? It feels good.”

He nodded and the carousel never stopped spinning. You rested your head on the fake horse you were sitting on. Despite the annoying music, you let yourself be carried away by the tranquility.

You watched the park spin around you. You didn't spin, the world was spinning.

You turned your gaze and watched him. He seemed to be having fun. He caught you looking at him and smiled at you. You felt your cheeks wet and you didn’t even know why.

You had never felt so alive before as you did at this moment. He brought out the fun girl that lived in you. You thought that girl was under a rusty and forgotten key, but he was able to find and clean it, then open the lock.

You felt so alive by his side…

“Miss!” The man shook your shoulder. “Are you okay?”

You looked at him, somewhat confused. You felt dazed by the unlocked memory.

“Are you okay?” He repeated.

You nodded repeatedly. You walked backwards, still watching the carousel. Then, you turned around and ran to the bunker.

You closed the door and leaned your back against it. You felt agitated from running without stopping the whole way.

“You okay?” Sam asked as he passed by.

You let yourself slide through the door and pulled your knees to you.

“Hey, calm down.” Sam knelt in front of you. “What’s wrong?”

You looked at him in utter terror. Not for him, but for yourself. You felt terror inside yourself.

“Did something bad happen?”

You didn’t answer. You felt weak at that moment. You had never felt what you felt now before. You didn’t know who you were or who the people around you were. You didn’t recognize any place you were going.

The things you should know you didn’t know.

You felt like you were the only enemy you weren’t able to defeat. Right now, you were your own enemy. And that terrified you…

“Calm down. I'll take you to your room.”

He stood up and took his hand. You looked at it doubtfully, but accepted it anyway. He led you upstairs and made you sit on the edge of the bed. You stayed silent for a while while he just caressed your hand with his thumb.

“I won’t say that I understand your pain, because I don’t. But I want you to at least talk to me about it.”

“And what could I tell you?”

“Everything.” He replied.

You sighed.

“All my life I was under my father’s command, learning everything he had to teach me.” You confessed. “I don’t recognize what it’s like to live like…” You looked around the room, a homely and peaceful feel to it. “Like this. I feel like I'm hiding things from myself, do you understand? My body lived, but my mind can’t remember… And that terrifies me.”

“Are you terrified of not recognizing yourself?”

“I’m terrified of looking in the mirror and not knowing if what I see is real.”

“I can assure you that it is.”

“And how are you so sure?”

“Because you’re suffering. If this were a lie, then everything would be perfect.”

You looked at him carefully, thinking about what he said.

“In fiction, everything is perfect. But in reality, nothing is.”

You nodded, understanding his point.

“Everything okay?”

You looked up at Dean, who was leaning against the door frame.

“I was just helping her with something.” Sam replied.

Dean watched the two of you.

“With what, Sammy?”

“A problem.” You replied.

He nodded in understanding, but still didn’t take his eyes off of you. The room became silent. No one knew what to say to Dean’s interruption.

“I think I’m going now.” Sam spoke as he placed his hand on your knee. “You’ll be okay?”

You nodded at him and he stood up. Dean barely looked at him as he passed by.

“What do you need?” You asked when he didn’t speak.

“What do you need?”

“What are you talking about?”

“What happened to you at the park?”

You sighed, giving up. You were about to answer him when you realized something.

“At the park?” You asked.

“Where else?”

“I never mentioned a park.”

“Charlie told me he left you there.” He spoke quickly. “Now tell me what happened to you.”

“You ask so nicely…”

“You know what? Come.”

You looked at him blankly.

“C’mon, come.” He repeated.

You reluctantly stood up and followed him. He walked until he reached what looked like a shooting range.

“What are we doing here?”

He didn’t answer me and walked over to a wall where there were different weapons. There was a machete among them. You grabbed it and examined it.

It was the machete from your vision… Or at least, it was similar.

Dean snatched it from your hands.

“If you’ll at least explain to me what you’re planning to do…”

You caught his attention.

“We’ll practice.”

“I already know how to use a machete, thank you very much.”

He turned to look at you and smiled wistfully. You thought it was the first smile he’d ever given you.

“Then I’ll make you an expert with that.”

He placed the machete in front of you and you watched him suspiciously.

“So what? Is this the part where I cut your head off?”

“I’d rather not.”

“Coward.” You muttered.

You grabbed the machete and stood in front of a mannequin. You got into position, but a chill ran through you when you felt one of Dean’s hands on your hip and the other on your shoulder.

“Straight.”

“I’m straight.”

“No, you’re tense.” You sighed and relaxed your muscles, trying not to think about his touch. “Atta girl.”

He was so close to you that you could feel his breath on your neck.

“Your feet are fine.” He pointed out as he looked you up and down.

You stood your ground, not sure if it was because you didn’t want to fail or because of his closeness.

“Do it.” He whispered in your ear.

You took a deep breath and slashed at the mannequin’s neck, removing its head.

You lowered the machete and smiled, turning to look at him over your shoulder.

“I did it.”

“You did.”

You turned around and looked at him, his touch leaving your body.

“I told you I was good.”

“Yeah, you did.”

You don’t know what prompted you to do it. Maybe the quiet atmosphere of the place, its silence, and Dean’s company, or maybe his touch that you missed, but you hugged him.

His body tensed, not really reacting, before he slowly wrapped his arms around you.

You stayed hugged to him. He seemed to hesitate on whether to keep his arms around you or pull away, but he decided to continue the hug, and you were grateful for that. He hid his face in your neck, closing his eyes as he breathed in your scent.

You don't know how long they've been like this, but neither of them seemed to want to leave each other's side.

You felt like this wasn't the first time.

The whole room went dark, but you were the only ones still lit up.

“Dean?”

“I’ll do it with the lucky machete.” You said as you stood with your back to him.

You got into position.

“Your feet are wrong.” He said as he kicked them.

“You’ll make me fall.”

“Your stance is fine though.” He continued.

“See? I know how to do this, I don’t need you to teach me.”

“Whatever you say.” He commented amused.

He approached you and placed one of his hands on your hip and the other on your arm. Your breathing became heavy as you felt him pressed against you.

“Do it.” He whispered in your ear.

You breathed nervously before giving the first stab. You laughed as you saw the dummy’s head was cut off perfectly.

“I told you. I’m very good.”

“Can you be more arrogant?”

“I’m just saying. My father taught me how to do this when I could barely walk.”

“You mean holding a machete.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

You turned around and he was still holding your hip. You both fell silent. You took in every inch of his face and your hand demanded to run over it. You placed one hand on his hair and the other on his cheek.

“I think we should go.”

“Yeah…”

You should, but the truth was that neither of you wanted to.

He slid his hands down your back, making you shiver. He held your cheeks.

“We have to stop.” You said with difficulty.

“This is wrong…”

“Exactly…”

You both knew it was. You were married after all. But for some strange reason, you wanted to give in to temptation. It would be the first time you would give in to a battle…

He looked at your lips and you closed your eyes. After a few seconds, you felt pressure on your lips. He had just kissed you…

You didn't care about what was around you… What this meant. You didn't even care what I was turning you into.

You had the wrong love waiting at home. Your true love was always here, by your side. It was always him, Dean. So many laughs, compliments, smiles, glances… And you never realized what it really meant.

You didn't want to let go…

Your hands went to his hair and he lifted you up, leaning you against the wall as you wrapped your legs around his hips. He ran his hand down your body, feeling your skin through your clothes, and slipped it into your workout shorts.

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already wet, sweetness.”

He caressed your clit as he pulled down his pants with his other hand. His cock gleamed in the dark spot and he guided it to your pussy, entering you slowly and deliciously. Your moans filled the room quickly. His thrusts were slow and deep as he held you close with his strong arms, not wanting to let you go. He looked intensely into your eyes. An intensity that promised to love you in the same tone and never leave you.

But this was wrong…

You slowly pulled away from him, still reeling from the memory.

“Is everything okay?” He asked in confusion.

You looked around the room, realizing it was right here and that he was the man you had sex with.

“It’s you…” You whispered.

Dean didn’t miss a word. He's confused, but he must have an idea of what you mean.

“It was real… It wasn’t an illusion…”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He shook his head.

“Yes… Yes you do.” You nodded.

He walked over to you.

“It wasn’t false memories… It really happened.” You told him, as if you were accusing him of something.

He barely looked at you and tried to grab the machete you were still holding, but you stepped back, stopping him.

“Look at me.” You ordered in a firm voice.

His gaze was firmly on the machete as it shifted uncomfortably.

“Look at me!”

Dean refused to look at you as his jaw tightened. He looked like a little boy who was being scolded for something he had clearly done.

“Please…”

You think it was the first time in your life that you begged. You walked up to him and placed the machete on the ground. He had two options. He could choose to leave or stay.

“Please…”

Finally, he slowly raised his gaze and looked at your eyes, noticing that you were begging. If he knew you as well as you suspected, then he would know that you would never have said please, unless it was important.

“None of that happened.”

“No…”

“I’m sorry I can’t help you.”

He picked up the machete and walked towards the exit. You stood in the same place, then dropped to the ground and held your head with both hands.

You could no longer tell the difference between what was real and what wasn’t. You didn’t know whether to trust him or yourself.

You felt defeated, even without putting up a fight…

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i need an older man to baby me soo bad

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Ate.

They Were Real

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

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Word Count: 3,074

Tags/Warnings: fainting, memory or not?

Part 1: Memories Created

“This is too much information for me.” You commented as you stretched in the chair.

“I'm sorry, it must be hard not to remember anything.” Said the one named Sammy.

“Well, if no one reminds you it's not so bad.”

“Let me check you?” Castiel uttered as he stood up and walked towards you.

He tried to touch your forehead with two fingers, but as a reflex you moved away. The room fell into an awkward silence.

“I just... I want to see how much you've healed.”

You looked at Charlie for confirmation and she nodded her head. You sighed and sat back in the seat. Castiel's hands were cold, like a dead man's. You had felt the skin of a dead man before.

“You're healing well.” He said as he focused his gaze on you, his eyes half-closed and shining blue under the light.

“How could it be that I died and then resurrected to... Die again?” You asked in a confused tone.

According to what they had told you, you had died a while ago while stopping the apocalypse and then, as if by magic, you revived. And now, having died fighting Lucifer and managing to kill him, you had met death again, only to be revived once more. Castiel swore that wasn't heaven's work, so you supposed you should believe him.

“That's something no one can find the answer to yet.” Bobby said. “I'm sorry, kid.”

“I don't even understand how that happened. I mean… Why sacrifice myself twice?”

“‘Cause you’re human.” Sam replied. “Therefore, you have a heart.”

“I have it to live, but I don't remember using it to feel.” You sighed.

That was the truth. After your father died, your life had become one of pure survival, always thinking about yourself, never about those around you. That is until you met Charlie, just a girl like you.

Dean, meanwhile, watched you from the other side of the table, his jaw tense hearing you talk that way and his gaze penetrating.

Castiel walked away and you returned your attention to the projection of images. You continued looking at the photos. It was strange to see you there and not remember anything from those days. But you think the strangest thing was seeing you happy.

You moved on to the next photo where you were with Dean. You were laughing while he looked at you in a way... Unknown to you.

“Can you remember anything from that day?” Bobby asked when he noticed that you had left that photograph.

“No.” You denied.

You glanced at Dean and he looked away. There was something this photograph was hiding.

“Yes, of course.” Crowley said with amusement. If it were up to you you would have already stabbed him, but it seemed like he was friendly. According to what they told you.

You shook your head and moved on to the next one. You looked at a blonde man, blue eyes. It was not one of those who was there.

“Who is he?” You asked as you pointed to the photograph projected on the wall.

They exchanged glances with each other, emptiness in them.

“You want me to remember everything, but you hide things from me?” You asked with annoyance.

“He's…” Bobby sighed. “It's your…”

“He's my what?”

“He is your ex-husband.”

You were perplexed by that revelation. That was what it radiated.

Love... Or at least that's what you thought.

You looked at Charlie and she confirmed it with her look. You ran a hand over your face, realizing that too much had happened in all these years. Things you never thought you would have.

The bunker door was heard.

“Sister, we called someone.” Charlie said, standing up.

“¿Whom?”

“To your ex-husband.”

Dean's fist clenched.

“Did you warn him?”

“I told John that she was recovered.”

“Who’s John?” You asked.

“John Smith, little sister. She pointed to the photograph. “Your man of steel. Come.”

Charlie held your hand and pulled you along. Bobby was already in charge of opening the door.

“What are you hiding from me?”

"What are you taking about? I don’t hide anything.” Shee laughed nervously.

“Charlie, I know you.”

She sighed and stopped.

“Okay, but don't be mad at me for hiding it from you until now.” He took a deep breath. “You have two daughters, little sister.”

She kept walking, and if she wasn't holding your hand, you wouldn't have followed her. Everything was happening too fast. The information about your life that had been developing for years… You were discovering it in less than a day.

“It's them.” Bobby said as he opened the door, surprise in his voice.

“Them?” You looked at Charlie and she pointed to a man and two girls of different ages who were covered by Bobby's body. “Easy, girl.” She rested a hand on your shoulder. “You know you have Hermione Granger with you.”

You rolled your eyes and nodded your head. Bobby stepped aside and those unknown people entered, going down the stairs. You approached them.

“John?” You asked doubtfully.

He smiled at you. He had a nice smile, white teeth and his eyes became small with the action.

“Mommy!” One of the girls exclaimed.

"You’re fine!"

John let go of both girls' hands when he noticed that they wanted to get closer to you. They hugged your legs and you looked at Charlie. She smiled at you and walked over to John. You kneel so you can hug them better.

“I'm glad you're okay again, mommy.”

“Yeah. Things haven’t been the same without you.”

“But I feel better now… Girls.”

It felt awkward and humiliating not to remember their names. You had forgotten the names of your own daughters...

“How are you feeling, Chloe?” Sam asked as he stroked a little girl's head.

“Very well, uncle Sam. Better now that mommy recovered.”

“And you, Alex?” She asked the other girl.

“Fine, uncle Sam.”

You looked at Sam and thanked him with your eyes, having noticed what he had done. He rested a hand on your shoulder before approaching John.

Dean walked past you and Chloe walked up to him.

“Uncle Dean!”

“Hey, little one.” He picked her up and gave her a few spins in the air. “I haven't seen you here in a long time.”

Dean put her down and held her hand as he approached Alex.

“Don't even think that I have forgotten about you, sweetheart.” He extended his fist, which Alex collided with his own. “I have to go, would you take care of your mommy for me?”

Both girls nodded and Dean gave you a quick glance before placing him between Charlie and Sam. Even though they were whispering, you could see anger in all three of them.

“I called you because I thought you would come alone.” Charlie reproached him.

“You didn't tell me to do it.”

“Oh, sure, the little boy needs to be told everything.” Dean scoffed.

“She needs to rest.” Sam contributed. “She doesn’t need to know she have two daughters so quickly. We don't know what their reaction may be.”

“I didn't know, okay?”

Dean snorted as a smirk spread across his face.

“You never know anything. You didn’t even bother to come right away.”

“Charlie told me several minutes later and I had to pick up our daughters from school.” John defended himself.

“No, no, don't blame Charlie for your ineptitude.” Dean took a step forward. “If you had been here, maybe she wouldn't have attacked anyone.

“They just told me that she doesn't remember me either.” John took another step forward. “What would have been the difference between Sam and me?”

“In that, if we had to choose… You would be the least important.”

You noticed that things were going to get worse, so you apologized to the girls and approached them.

“What's going on?” You asked, crossing your arms.

“Everything is fine, little sister.”

“Really? Since when does ‘everything’s fine’ mean about to kill someone?” You pointed between John and Dean. “You should calm down, both of you.”

Dean shook his head and walked away, bumping his shoulder into yours. Your attention fell on John, who had been watching you this entire time.

“Hey, darlin’.” He smiled.

“Hi…”

“You look well. Healthy.”

“Thank you.”

You didn't know how to make a conversation with a man you knew, but with whom you had no memory.

“We will leave you two alone.” Sam commented before tugging on Charlie's arm.

“They told me you have memories from years ago.”

“The only ones.”

“I guess that doesn’t involve me.”

“I'm sorry.”

“It’s alright.” He shrugged, dismissing it. “It's not your fault.”

You took a deep breath and lowered your head. Suddenly, the room seemed to have gone completely silent. You looked up again to speak to John, but he couldn't be there anymore.

You looked everywhere, but there was not a single person and the entire room was dark. It didn't seem to be the same place. There were no walls and the floor seemed to have suffered a small flood.

You walked slowly, perhaps waiting for something to happen. It didn't seem like the case, until you noticed a light behind you. You turned your head and saw... You.

You curiously approached your other self and noticed that she was cleaning a gun.

“I know that that weapon has never gotten dirty.”

You turned around as you heard Dean's voice behind you.

Damn… This is a memory…

You didn't respond and continued with your work.

“Alright...”

He sat next to you and you looked at him out of the corner of your eye. He had a machete in his hands.

“I was going to give you the reward for that work we did, but I see that you don't feel like chatting.”

You sighed and stretched to put your gun on the table.

“A deal is a deal.” You said.

“And here is your part.”

He extended the machete to you and you grabbed it. You looked it up and down, examining it.

“May I ask why you wanted my machete of all things?”

“Only if I can ask you why you wanted my knife.”

“Touché.”

You remained silent, each one in its own world. Sometimes you watched him out of the corner of your eye. You had to admit that you were starting to like that man.

In one of those glances, he saw you watching him and smiled at you. You smiled back, knowing that if it had been anyone else, you would have looked away immediately.

Why was it different with him?

You opened your eyes, feeling dizzy. You were in a different room than the one at the beginning. It felt more… Yours.

You looked to your right and saw Dean reading a book. His concentrated gaze being slightly covered by his eyelashes.

His expressions seemed a little strange to you while he was reading it. He smiled for something fun, but sometimes he did it in a nostalgic way... But he always smiled. You looked at the cover: 'What you should know about psychics'.

You tried to sit up, making a few moans at the pain in your head. He then noticed that you had woken up and quickly placed the book on the dresser next to him.

“Charlie sent me to take care of you. I’ll let her know you woke up.”

He was about to head out when you got out of bed.

“It would be best if you stayed there.”

You ignored him and walked around the place, looking for the machete you saw in your… Memory?

“What are you doing?” He asked.

You knelt down to look under the bed.

“But what the hell are you looking for?”

“A machete.” You responded, still searching.

“A machete?” He repeated with confusion.

“Yeah.”

You stood up when you noticed it wasn't there. You started searching through the other furniture drawers.

“Will you rummage the entire room?”

“If necessary, yes.”

Suddenly, you stopped, remembering that the same person who handed you that machete is the same person who was behind you. You turned your head and looked at him.

“You know what I'm talking about. Where is it?”

He frowned in confusion.

“The machete.” You repeated as you approached him. “You gave it to me.”

“I have no idea what you're talking about.” He crossed his arms, muscles contracting beneath his shirt.

“It's a lie.”

“Look,” He said patiently. “Really, I don't know which machete you're referring to.”

“It was your machete. You gave it to me because of the deal we made.”

He stayed in place, his face surprised.

“Did you have a memory?”

“So it did happen…” You murmured, your tone hopeful.

He paced the room with his eyes on the floor while he seemed to think.

“No, it didn't happen.”

"What are you taking about?"

“I have never given you a machete.”

You stayed in place, going over his words.

'I have never given you a machete.'

You didn't understand. So, what did you see?

You felt yourself lose your balance, but he caught you before you fell.

“Here.”

He carried you over to the bed and helped you sit on it. He sat next to you, holding your hand and stroking your back.

“What exactly did you see?” He asked slowly.

You hesitated to tell him. What would he gain from that if it is a false memory?

“I saw…” You didn’t know where to start. “I saw myself on a sofa. And you…” You sorted the words before saying them. “You approached me.”

Dean listened to every word carefully.

“You gave me a machete.” You looked at him. “You said it was the reward for a deal we had made.”

He looked into your eyes without blinking. You think neither of them did.

“That happened… Right?”

He sighed and looked down.

“No.” He denied.

He let go of your hand and stood up.

“I’ll let Charlie know you’re awake.” He muttered, changing the subject as he left the room.

His attitude took you by surprise. Now he was distant with you.

You remembered the book that was on the dresser and turned your gaze to it. You stood closer and looked at it carefully, going over the title again.

'What you should know about psychics.'

Why would Dean be reading it? He wasn't someone who needed to know more about psychics. His work was already done by an expert in them.

You reached your hand towards the book, and as you were about to grab it, you heard Dean speak to you, causing you to jump.

“I almost forgot.”

He landed in front of you and grabbed the book. He was very close to you. He looked at you and you watched him curiously. His breathing became heavier and you could hear his heart beating faster. You brought your hand towards his chest carefully. You felt hypnotized.

What was… All this?

Suddenly he shook his head and looked away. You moved your hand away from him, returning to reality. He didn't say anything and you watched him leave.

This was all very confusing for you. Had the vision you had been a memory or had your mind played tricks on you? It felt too real to be fake. But then… Why did he deny it?

You walked barefoot to the door, ready to find your memories. You heard voices coming from the room and you looked out.

“What happened?” Sam asked.

“John says she seemed to freeze for a couple of seconds. After that, she fell, without any explanation.” Bobby clarified.

“Would that be a bad thing?” Crowley asked.

“I doubt a faint ever means anything good.”

“Good no…” Castiel commented. “Normal, maybe. She felt overwhelmed by so much information received.”

“What do we have to do?” Bobby asked.

“It would be best to let the memories come alone.”

“What if they never come?”

“She has temporary amnesia. They will come.”

“What if they don't come?” Sam repeated.

Castiel sighed, not knowing how to respond.

“Hey, why all those faces?” Crowley spoke. “We are talking about a hunter who almost managed to kill me on several occasions.” He adjusted his tie. “No one and nothing stops that woman, sadly. You of all people should know.” He pointed to Charlie.

“I guess.” The pointed one whispered.

“Dean,” Sam caught his attention. “Did she say something to you when she woke up?”

He snorted and looked at each person present before answering.

“Shee told me he had a vision before she fainted.”

Everyone straightened up at that confession.

“Why didn't you tell us before?”

“Didn't think it was important.”

“She could have recovered her first memory and you don't think it's important?”

“You can calm down about that, Hulk. It’s not a memory.” He whispered.

“What?”

“It's not a memory.” He repeated louder.

“What did she see?”

Dean sighed and readjusted himself in his seat, uncomfortable with so much insistence.

“She talked about a machete I gave her.”

"That's all?"

"That's how it is."

“And are you sure that never happened?”

“Oh, well, who knows, maybe I have amnesia too and don't remember my own memories.” He said sarcastically.

The room fell silent.

“Is that something bad?” Charlie asked Castiel.

“Maybe…”

“Oh, please.” Dean exclaimed. “Guys, it was nothing.”

“She fainted.”

“I thought we said it was because of stupid John.”

“Dean is right.” Castiel pointed out. “It doesn't have to mean something bad.”

“See it?”

“But we have to watch her.”

“Why?”

“Because maybe she is unintentionally creating false memories. She may feel confused by this and it could make her condition worse.”

“She's perfectly fine!” Dean yelled as he slammed the table and jumped up.

Everyone in the room was extremely surprised by that action. Dean looked at them all, realizing what he had done.

He cleared his throat.

“I'm sorry.”

He almost jogged towards the exit.

“It seems that ‘green eyes’ is a little anxious.” Crowley commented.

“We are all shocked by everything that is happening, Crowley.”

“But no one is like that.”

“It seems to affect him more than all of us, including John.”

“He'll get over it.” Charlie brushed it off as he approached your room.

You closed the door and took a few steps back.

You just wanted it all to end. You wanted your memories back. You wanted to understand everything that was happening...

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⋆ ࣪. — MY VALENTINE — .࣪ ⋆

WARNINGS .ᐟ . . . smut, MDNI!!! . sub!sam, dom + f!reader . piv unprotected (wrap it, ya freaks) . slight mention of edging + choking . petnames . established relationship .

GABS YAPS .ᐟ . . . happy valentine's day, angels!! hope y'all like this, it's extremely rushed bc i forgot ab it lmfaoo. this is mostly catered to the #1 sub sammy lover aka the loml @j2archives & its slightly inspired by their writing! likes, comments, + reblogs are very appreciated!! <33.

sam whimpered as you continued to ride him. petals littered the bed, matching the mess of lipstick kisses and purple love bites on his neck. his hands gripped your rocking hips, squeezing the supple skin, but not moving you. his eyebrows were upturned in pleasure while his lust-blown eyes were mesmerized by your bouncing tits; his pupils dilated at the hardened peaks of your chest, a slight ring of his green eyes showing behind them.

you reached out to his chest, slowly raking your nails down with red marks in their wake. his gaze followed down where your touch lingered. he let out a loud, whiny moan at the sight of you taking him in, a creamy ring around his base from your past orgasms.

your own noises matched the movements of your body, which brought out sam's confirmation of pleasure. "fuck! oh- please, please let me-" his head jerked back against the pillow, his eyes closing as slurred moans slipped from his open mouth. you had sped up, bouncing on his cock more frantically, searching for your next high.

"let you what, baby?" you cooed through fucked out pants, reaching to cradle one side of his head with a hand. you pulled his flushed and sweaty face down to stare back at you. "d'you wanna cum? is that it, sweetheart?" you teased with a halt of your hips, making him whine as he nodded.

"mm- please," he went to buck his hips while he squeezed yours tighter. your hand immediately wrapped around his throat, lightly choking him. "don't," you ordered before leaning down until your lips brushed his, "not yet, baby." you whispered. he crashed his lips against yours with heated noises, your lipstick smearing on his mouth for the millionth time.

you began to move slowly against him, drawing more pornagraphic mewls from your boyfriend. he savored the feeling of you; your soft, colored lips moving against his, the feel of your breasts pressed against his chest, and the wet slick raining down from your cunt onto his cock. oh how he loved the way your warm gummy walls hugged his dick so snugly, it drove him insane how perfect you were for him.

your tongues fought as the knot in your stomach got closer to breaking. you pushed yourself up, a string of saliva connecting your mouths before disintegrating when you grinded and bounced on him. sam's hands moved up to grip your breasts, fingers playing with your nipples as your orgasm washed over you.

he felt every wave of you against him. you looked down at him through your hooded lids and simply nodded, the signal making him practically jump. his lust and hunger for you was shown through his pretty lashes as he quickly grabbed you and pulled you back down to him. he held you tightly while he slammed into you.

the mixed noises of both of your moans and the wetness where you were connected filled the bedroom, the petals on the sheets were ruffled and broken around your bodies. he continued to pound up into you until he finally came undone, loud bliss coming out of him while his white spurts of cum coated your insides.

the two of you stayed like that for a while, just breathing in the scents of each other and your sex in the air. you lifted your head and smiled, "happy valentine's day, my love."

he chuckled softly, swiping your hair out of your face. "happy valentine's day, baby." he breathed before pecking your lips multiple times until it became heated once again.

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