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“Y/N, can I talk to you for a second?”

You looked at the youngest Winchester who was walking into the kitchen with a book in hand.

“Sure Sam, what’s up?”

He pushed his hair out of his eyes as he turned around and walked to the library motioning for you to come with.

He pushed his hair out of his face three or four times during the short walk through the bunker as if he couldn’t figure out what to do with his hands.

“Is everything okay Sam? What did you want to talk about?”

Sam didn’t answer your question but he opened the book he’d been holding and put it on the library table in front of you.

“This book was discovered by the Men of Letters sometime back in the 40’s”

He stopped there and motioned for you to look in the book.

“I don’t get it, why are you showing me a page in a book with the names John and Mary?”

He pushed his hair out of his face again and moved in next to you to take a closer look at the leather-bound book.

“Look at the last names in small print beneath them. John Winchester and Mary Campbell.”

You had met the Winchesters a few years ago and connected romantically with Dean pretty fast, so he’d told you stories about his parents.

Mary came from a family of hunters whereas John grew up with a mechanic for a dad and only picked up hunting after Mary was killed.

“Wait, those are your parent’s names. Why are they written in this book from 80 years ago?”

Sam flipped past a couple of other pages that looked similar with pairs of names on them as well.

“The Men of Letters labeled this as a Book of Soulmates. Its supposed to list every single couple that’s supposed to end up together”

Sam continued to move past pages of people that you hadn’t heard of, but you assumed ended up together

“Why are you showing me this Sam?”

His hazel eyes darted across the pages as they swept past under his fingers until he finally stopped on one of them.

He couldn’t meet your eyes so you let yours drift to the page he was on instead.

Y/N Y/L/N and Sam Winchester

“Y/N, there’s a page with our names on it”

You let your finger drag between the two names on the aging yellow paper

“Yes I can see that, but I don’t understand. I’m in love with Dean,” you struggled to find the words to express how you were feeling

“This book is just wrong Sam”

You backed away from the book trying to figure out why your name would be next to Sam’s and not his brothers.

“Y/N, I checked all of the pages before ours and each of the couples have ended up together over the years”

Sam closed the book and tried to take a step toward you before realizing he should probably give you some space to breathe.

“I can’t do this right now Sam, I’m sorry”

You tried to walk out of the room, but before you could Sam had grabbed your arm and was turning you back towards him

“Y/N, the front page of this book says these pairings have been foretold since the beginning of time”

You were face to face with him now and he hadn’t let go of your arm.

“The book also says that the angels of heaven are responsible for making these matches happen if they don’t occur naturally”

You tried to look anywhere else besides his eyes, but it was no use. His nose was inches from yours and you could feel the warmth of his breath as he was breathing heavy trying to think about what to do or say.

“Sam, I love your brother. Dean and I have been -“

He cut you off before you could continue

“Dean’s name is not the one on that page Y/N and if we don’t make that page the truth, the angels could intervene themselves. Is that what you want?”

The last thing you wanted was winged dirtbags trying to hurt Dean

“No, but I.. I don’t know what to do Sam”

He finally let go of your arm as you both took a deep breath and walked back over to the book that was taking up most of the small wooden table

“I don’t know either, but we’re going to figure this out.”

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“I wanted you to fight for me and you didn’t.” 

Dean had those same piercing green eyes that you remembered. eyes that you had looked at every night for years, eyes you thought you would look into for the rest of your life. 

“Y/N, we knew that it was never going to work, I was a hunter and you were just a college student trying to go to law school”

You could feel the saltwater in your eyes just thinking about when you first met him at Stanford. 

“I ruined Sam’s path, the same exact path you had, all because of hunting. I couldn’t ruin yours too.” 

Dean hadn’t moved an inch since the moment the conversation started. 

“I fell in love with you the moment you and your brother came to Stanford for that case, and for three years all you did was lie to me. You told me you loved me but all you were doing was stringing me along.” 

he took his first step toward you but you put one foot behind you to keep the same distance.

“I never lied to you Y/N. I loved you more than I had ever loved anyone. every second of those three years and every day after I have loved you.”

he took another step and you didn’t hasten a retreat this time.

“Then why did you say the things that you did that night Dean?”

he continued his advance toward you. 

“I didn’t want you to get hurt in the long run, I didn’t want you injured, killed, or worse because of the line of work I’m in. So I hurt you in that moment to stop any future hurt, it was the only way.”

“Well you did hurt me in the long run Dean.”

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“If you don’t want your brains blown out of your head put the gun down and turn around” 

you knew that voice.

that voice had ruined your life

that voice had hurt you beyond what any hurt had done before. 

you bent down placing your pistol on the floor shrouded with dirt and dust, and slowly stood back up, careful not to make any sudden movements.

facing away from the voice, you slowly turned around and putting the hood of your jacket down to reveal your face and meet theirs. 

“Y/N? what the hell are you doing here?” 

the man slowly lowered his gun from where it had been trained on your head and walked toward you

“Hello Sam” 

you backed up as he tried to take a few steps closer to you, but before you could look where you were stepping you felt your foot hit the pistol you had set down earlier.

the ground suddenly wasn’t holding your feet, but something grabbed around your waist.

“let go of me Sam, I don’t need any help from you”

he let his arms slink off of your waist and back to their place at his side

“You know, you can say thank you when someone stops you from falling”

you dusted off your jeans and started to walk a few steps closer to him and almost nose to nose 

“oh and I suppose I should thank you for kicking me out of your life because you didn’t want me to become a hunter? Well guess what Sam, I became one any way, and I kick ass” 

before either of you had time to breathe you were both yelling at each other at the top of your lungs 

“SHUT UP” 

a booming voice entered the room and made you and Sam go silent

Dean.

of course. the big brother coming in to save the day, whoopdi doo

“why the hell are you two yelling? you’re gonna let every ghost, demon, and werewolf know we’re here. There is no point in yelling at each other. We’re all here for the purpose of doing this job, right? so grab your guns, and move your asses? got it?” 

you lower yourself to the ground and grab the gun you had tripped on mere moments ago

“Y/N wait” 

you turn yourself towards Sam and meet his eyes

“what?” 

“I’m so sorry” 

you run your hand through your h/c hair pushing it out of your face, and start to walk out of the room

“it’s not that easy Sam”

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“Y/N, Dean is gone, and he’s not coming back. We’ve tried everything, crossroads demons, witches, all of it. Nothing worked”

Sam placed himself on the motel bed, his head falling into his hands with his fingers running through his hair, which he hadn’t cut in who knows how long. 

“Sam there has to be something else, something we haven’t tried, a spell or-”

Sam rose from his place on the bed where he’d only sat a moment and strides across the room toward you, standing in front of you in a matter of seconds.

You always knew Sam was tall, but right now, him standing in front of you, you felt shorter than you ever had. 

“Y/N, stop. We’re both exhausted, and we’ve exhausted all of our options. Dean didn’t want us to try and bring him back, and maybe this is our final sign. A sign telling us that we need to move on. Y/N, we need to move forward.”

“Sam I don’t know how, I-”

Before you knew what was happening Sam’s hand wrapped around your waist bringing you closer to him, so close your lips were barely an inch away from each other 

“With me. Y/N, move forward with me.”

his other hand made it’s way to your cheek, his thumb moving in circles on your soft skin

“Sam, I don’t know how”

he removed the space between your lips

“I’ll show you”

then his lips were on yours, moving slowly at first until you both sped up the pace and moved towards the hard hotel mattress shrouded in its dusty sheets

________

You felt warmth coming through the windows, and cascading across your body and the motel room.

You also felt something warm across your torso, not letting you leave your spot under the covers. 

Dean was gone, so it couldn’t be his arm around you.

you turned over under the weight of the limb and saw the other Winchester,

Sam.

Y/N, what the hell did you do? 

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with a metal shriek the door to the bunker closed behind you. There was still no word on Dean, he had just disappeared and the youngest Winchester wouldn’t tell you what was going on. 

you threw your duffle on the table collapsing into one of the old chairs and hearing the wood creak. you threw your head back letting out a sigh when you heard another wooden creak,

it wasn’t your chair and Sam was still out searching. 

“Hello? is anyone there? Cas?” 

there was no response, only the calm silence of the room. 

you got up from your place in the chair and walked into the library, the direction the creak had come from. padding in as silently as you could you saw a tall figure in a suit and an old style news boys cap standing with his back facing you.

you knew that figure anywhere, you’d shared the road, a room, and a life with him for the better part of two years. 

“Dean?” 

he turned around and you were met with the man himself, he was holding a book open in his hand but placed it on the table as soon as his eyes met yours.

you ran toward him wrapping your arms around his neck and putting your lips to his. you immediately pulled away though. 

“Where the hell have you been? Sam and I have been searching for you for weeks! We didn’t know if you were alive or dead or-”

he immediately placed his hands on your shoulders and gave you a smirk

“don’t you worry Y/N, I’m fine, everything’s going to be fine”

his grip on your shoulders tightened and his eyes seemed to get brighter as they stared into yours.

this wasn’t Dean.

“You know, good old Dean fought so hard to make sure I didn’t know where to find you, but guess what sweetheart? He didn’t fight hard enough” 

you tried to step out from his grasp but he wouldn't let you, he was holding on too tight.

“Who are you?”

you spit out the words inches from his face where he was holding you. 

“Oh sweetheart, you met me years ago. Well not this version of me exactly but still. I’ll give you a hint, I destroyed my brother Lucifer with my sword, which you’re looking at right now.”

you got a flashback to 10 years ago when you’d first met the boys, at apocalypse time. 

“No, that’ s impossible, Michael’s in the cage or dead or-” 

his right hand loosened its grip on your shoulder and reached instead for the back of your neck, he yanked it back hard and leaned down whispering in your ear

“well I’m not the Michael you know, and I’m definitely not the Dean you know, but if you want both you and him to get out of this alive, you’ll do what I say.”

you tried to yank out of his hand but instead he pushed your face to his where your lips connected, you tried to fight but his tongue found its way into your mouth. he pulled away staring right into your eyes 

“this is going to be so much fun”

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You placed your shotgun next to the dozen or so rocksalt rounds in your duffle bag and wandered into the bathroom to grab your toiletries bag. 

you reached out for the cabinet door above the sink grabbing onto the rusty handle and pulling it open. you had your fingers wrapped around your toothbrush when the atmosphere changed and you felt a presence behind you.

figuring it was just Dean walking into your shared room you turned around, but your boyfriend’ s face was not who you encountered. 

instead you were nose to nose with a certain angel in his classic trench coat.

you jumped back almost falling on top of the sink covered in Dean’ s colognes and your hair products. 

“Holy shit Cas, you gave me a heart attack, maybe next time clear your throat or announce yourself or something” 

Cas took a step back smoothing out his trench coat and playing with his hands, he didn’t say anything, he just stood there, his blue eyes staring into your concerned and confused ones. 

“Are you okay Cas?”

he opened his mouth a few times as though words would roll off his tongue, but it wasn’t until the third or fourth time that they finally did

“Y/N, we have to talk about something, it’s really important”

You passed around him walking back into the bedroom, he followed in tow standing on the wall opposite of where you went and sat on the bed. 

“Okay, does this have to do with Dean and Michael? Because Michael is gone forever, we don’t have to worry about him anymore.”

Cas bounced on the balls of his feet, he definitely didn’t want to have this conversation, you could tell.

“In heaven there’s a book that lists each couple in the world that must end up together, John Winchester and Mary Campbell were in it as the number one priority, and that came to be as you well know. When the top priority is finished the next in line moves up. Well Y/N, you.. uh.. you’re”

you had no idea where the angel was going with this, and you didn’t understand what this book had to do with you. 

“Cas just spit it out, what are you talking about?”

Castiel stood up straight walking away from the wall he was leaning against amd moving toward you. 

“The number one priority in the book is now Y/N L/N and Castiel, angel of the lord.” 

everything went numb, you saw Cas standing in front of you but you couldn't even look look into his ocean eyes because you were drowning in your own type of sea. 

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Can I say how much I love your writing and how it leaves me wanting more! 💜

That is so nice, this really made my day, thank you so much!!💙

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“Shit, that hurts!” 

Sam dabbed the washcloth on the large gash on your cheek once again.

“Well maybe if you had stayed behind me like I said”

You sighed and pushed his hand away from your face

“Sam, I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself. I don’t need to stand behind you waiting for you to kill everything while I do nothing. I don’t understand why you always feel the need to protect me, I-”

“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU” 

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“Boys, I see you’ve met my daughter, Y/N.” 
You stood there unable to move, you didn’t know what to say or do. you had never found the right moment to tell them. 
both boys looked over at you but you couldn’t bear to look back and see the disappointment and anger on their faces 
“Oh, you didn’t know, did you? She never even told you? That’s just like my Y/N, she was always the good one in the family, always the one who wanted to help people.” 
he spit out the last part with disgust 
“I never meant-” 
but your father cut you off before you could give an explanation to the boys 
“Don’t trouble them with your problems dear, they have enough of their own. They have to deal with me,”

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-Flashback-

You were standing in the middle of the gym, streamers hanging on the walls and ceiling, music playing loudly, and girls and guys dressed up for what should be one of the best nights of a high schooler’s life.

You were still waiting for your date to arrive. A new kid, Dean Winchester, had moved to town a few months ago and ended up asking you to prom.

But here you were alone at prom

He never showed up

-End of Flashback-

You turned the corner in the abandoned building walking toward a brightly lit room where you heard voices

you had your gun up ready to fight whatever came, but you weren’t expecting what you saw next.

“Dean we can’t just come in here Half-assing our plan, there are still at least 20 more werewolves that will come back”

You walked in the room gun still drawn 

“Actually there are more like 30 werewolves”

Two men spun around to come face to face with your gun

But before you could say anything time seemed to stop. you made eye contact with one of the men

his green eyes meeting yours

“Y/N?”

“Dean?”

Sam looked between the two of you

“Am I missing something here?”

“Sam, this is Y/N, I met her at one of the high schools dad threw us in up in New York and-”

“And Dean here ditched me on prom night”

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“What?” 

“Y/N, you can’t be with Dean, it’s not what’s supposed to happen, it upsets the natural order, I’m sorry.”

You felt the tears starting to form and could do nothing to stop their progression onto your cheeks. 

“I don’t understand, we... we love each other” 

“Y/N you have to leave Dean, or I’ll be forced to make you, I’m so sorry, but his union with his soulmate needs to happen. His soulmate is not you.”

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I was just informed by a beautiful and helpful follower that this probably means non consensual, and if that’s true, I absolutely will not write non con stuff, No means no and that’s that

Do you do non con stuff? Sam x reader preferably

I’m sorry I’m not familiar with the term non con, can anyone help explain this to me because I’d love to answer😁

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Do you do non con stuff? Sam x reader preferably

I’m sorry I’m not familiar with the term non con, can anyone help explain this to me because I’d love to answer😁

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Are we allowed to write fics based on these imagines? If not i understand but i was just curious

You are definitely allowed to do that as long as you give credit for inspiration to me and tag me so I can read your wonderful writing ;)

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One second you were sitting in the library of the bunker and the next you were lying on the floor in a brightly lit room. You looked around and took in the environment, you recognized this room, it was where Zachariah zapped Dean during the apocalypse. 

“Y/N, how wonderful to see you!”

you lifted yourself off the floor and came face to face with Zachariah himself

“What do you want you winged dick?”

Zachariah stepped forward and pulled you the rest of the way off the floor by your bicep.

“Y/N is that any way to treat your future brother in law?”

you laughed out loud and pushed his hand off of you.

“What the hell are you talking about?” 

the angel snapped his fingers and a familiar face appeared in the room 

“You know Castiel, don’t you?”

Castiel walked over to you seeing the worried look across your features. 

“Y/N, Castiel, you two are going to be married.”

you and Cas both spoke up with a duet of “What?” and “I don’t understand”

“You see, in order to unite heaven and earth we see a marriage as the perfect remedy, and who better than the angel leader Castiel and one of the most famous hunters, Y/N Y/L/N?”

“We are not going to get married just because some douchebag with wings says so.” You started stepping toward Zachariah when you felt a hand on your shoulder, Cas.

“Well if you don’t follow this order, I will hurt everyone you love, Sam, Dean, if they matter in any way to you, consider them dead.” 

Zachariah opened his palm toward Castiel and gave him the object he was holding

a ring. 

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I just got my wisdom teeth out today... and currently can’t sleep. So I was wondering if you could write a fic with Sam where he takes care of the reader and worries about how much pain she’s in? Please and thank you ❤️😊

A/N: Hey babe! I hope you’re feeling better and that this helps! Also, I’ve never had my wisdom teeth taken out so I hope this is at least sorta accurate lol

There was so much gauze around your head you could barely move, but then again that was kinda the point.

you felt the gravel beneath your wheelchair making the ride much too bumpy for your mouth’s liking. 

“All right Y/N, you’re good to go, we’ll just have your boyfriend here sign some paperwork and-”

you tried to push the sentence out of your swollen mouth but Sam was one step ahead of you.

“Oh we’re not uhh.. together, just uh, just friends.”

The nurse’s mouth formed an oh shape and she immediately started apologizing.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry I only assumed, I mean he waited outside the whole time and-”

You looked up at Sam and saw him running a hand through his hair 

“Where do I sign again?” 

The nurse handed him the paperwork and in just a moment you were rolling across the bumpy gravel again toward the impala where Dean was waiting. 

“Sam will you sit in back with me?”

Although your speech wasn’t quite perfect He understood you in a way that only he could. He lifted your arm around his neck and lifted you out of the wheelchair and into the impala.

Sam slid in next to you and shut baby’s door. 

“Am I a chauffeur now or do I just smell bad Sammy?”

You laughed but felt a bolt of pain spread throughout your mouth and you let out a small yelp.

Sam automatically turned toward you and grabbed your hand.

‘Are you okay Y/N?”  

You nodded your head and drew circles with your thumb on his hand. 

You were back at the bunker within 20 minutes. Sam got out of the impala and before you could touch the handle, he was opening your door.

“Y/N, go lay down, I’ll make you some soup and bring it to your room, that should help with the pain.”

You gave a small smile and ventured down the hallway toward your room. You turned down the blanket and laid down.

Not 10 minutes later you heard a small knock on your door.

“Come in”

Sam opened up the door holding a tray with soup and bread. He walked over setting it on the nightstand at the head of your bed.

“It’s a bit hot, so be careful.” 

you grabbed a piece of bread dipping it in the soup and took a bite

“Thank you Sam.”

He smiled and started walking out of the room. 

“Sam?”

He turned toward you looking over his shoulder 

“Stay with me?”

“Always.” 

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ring ring 

you walked over to the table in the dingy motel room and picked up your vibrating phone

“Hello?”

As soon as you heard the other person’s voice you knew exactly who it was

“Y/N, I need your help, Dean’s in trouble.”