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couldyouimagine-that · 3 months

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Shattered Glass

Genre; hurt/comfort, fluff

Word count; 2.1k

Warnings; mention of nightmares, talk of injuries (reader removes glass from Lucifer’s wing, not explicitly described)

Pairing; Lucifer (Supernatural) x Reader

Lucifer goes to the reader for help with an injured wing and the reader shows him some kindness despite everything. Lucifer makes an attempt at reciprocating it.

This is the longest piece I’ve written in a while and I had a lot of fun writing it. Enjoy!

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You were laying on top of your bed in the bunker, a drink in hand and trying to read something to distract yourself from everything which was going on. It was easier said than done, but you were planning on going to sleep soon and you wanted to calm yourself first to have the best chance of getting actual rest, rather than just a series of nightmares. Too many times had you ended up alone in the kitchen at some ungodly hour wishing your brain would stop sabotaging you. But not tonight; you had decided.

A knock at your door interrupted your efforts, though you assumed it was nothing dire from the lack of urgency. You called out that it was okay to come in, expecting Dean or Sam, or even Castiel at a stretch. What you got was Lucifer.

He offered a slightly sheepish grin as you sat up, book forgotten and mouth open slightly in shock. He slid through the open door and closed it behind him, leaning back against it and keeping a hand on the handle. You blinked a few times, mind whirring as you tried to decide what was going on.

“Can I help you?” You settled on at length when he made no move to speak. His gaze on you was intense, his jaw tightening.

“Actually, yes. See I have this problem.” You stayed still as he began to walk over to you, steps slow and hands clearly devoid of weaponry. Not that he would need any, but it was at least slightly reassuring. “When we were fighting those demons earlier, I used my grace to torch the last few. Remember?” You nodded that you did. “Well, when I use my grace, my wings manifest in shadow. And that’s usually fine.”

By this point, he was standing right next to your bed. You had to crane your neck to look up at him and found that his eyes were still locked on yours. He made a sweeping gesture with the hand closest to your bed.

“May I?” You thought rapidly, but with no knowledge of what this was about, you had no idea what was for the best. You ended up just scooting back a little to give him more space, though you were sure you should have simply kicked him out by now. Dean would be running for the archangel blade right that second if he knew. But he didn’t, and the light smile Lucifer offered you in thanks was not what you had been expecting. “This time though – well, it’s such a small thing it’s stupid.” You stayed quiet, watching him deliberate on what to say next. Thinking about why he was trying to avoid saying what he actually came here to say. Was he nervous? He took in sharp breath, muttering, “Right, just get it out.” Then, louder, “My power shattered a few windows behind me when I had my wings out. Some of the glass got stuck at the base of one of them and I can’t get it out myself, and I can't heal it while it's still in there.” He looked at you expectantly, lips tight. You felt your eyes narrow a little in response, assessing him.

“And you want me to get it out?” He spread his hands in a motion you would have said meant thank god coming from any other being.

“Finally. Would you? You know what Sam and Dean are like. And Cassie, well… I just don’t think he would.”

Your jaw worked for a moment as you watched him. For you to do any kind of first aid on his wings, he would have to manifest them fully, which you didn’t even know was a possibility. You had spoken to Castiel about an angel’s wings more than once and from your conversations, you knew they were sacred. You were sure Lucifer wouldn’t treat his own wings carelessly, which meant that showing them to anyone, let alone allowing someone to touch them, required a great deal of trust. Even if this was the Devil who you were dealing with. You couldn’t help but wonder why he had chosen to trust you. He raised his eyebrows to encourage an answer when you didn’t immediately give him one. Still more than a little confused, you started nodding.

“Okay. I can do that.” You spoke slowly, but he seemed more than eager to just get it over with.

He offered you a cocky smirk that you were now certain was fake, before he turned away from you. You watched as he dropped his button up from his shoulders then pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his back to you. Your gaze traced along the contours of his back and shoulders somewhat absently, until he glanced over at you.

“Get out of the way, I don’t want to knock you out.”

That was all the warning you got as blinding angelic light filled the room, leaving your eyes smarting. You squinted heavily, failing to regain your ability to see when you heard an exasperated sigh and felt a light, fleeting pressure on your forehead. Your vision cleared instantaneously, in time to see Lucifer’s retreating hand and then – his wings. They were pure white, near perfectly kempt in spite of everything he had been through and impossibly huge. You were sure you had gasped, barely able to comprehend that they practically reached across the whole room. The end primaries curved powerfully, almost as long as you were tall. And they looked heavy, but they melded seamlessly with Lucifer’s back and he seemed not to notice their weight at all. He felt the mattress shift as you kneeled behind him speechlessly, and he drummed his fingers sharply on the bedframe.

“Come on, Y/N, daylight’s wasting. Things to do-”

“They’re beautiful.” His frown was heavy. Your voice had been soft, filled with a quiet wonder he didn’t think he had ever heard from you. The weight of your gaze on him felt like a physical pressure, one he wanted to disrupt.

“They’re what?” His words were harsh as he turned to look at you, but you didn’t seem to care.

“Can I touch them?” Your eyes met his and there was that stupid soft voice again. He should have tried his luck with Castiel, he thought irritably as he turned his back to you once more, presenting silent permission. But your touch didn’t alight on the bloody base of the injured wing. Instead, you ran your fingertips along the top edge of the other one, your touch sickeningly light. He actually bared his teeth with the effort it took not to shudder, swearing at himself silently. He was the Devil! He had lived for eons, he had survived everything that had ever been. And here he was, reduced to nothing by simple touch.

Your hand returned to the muscle near the base of his wing, your movements growing more confident. You lightly wound your fingers between the shorter coverts until your nails grazed the skin beneath, combing your fingers downwards like you would through someone’s hair. And you stopped short at the clipped, low noise Lucifer emitted. Your hands flew to his shoulders on instinct as you leaned forwards to see his face.

“Oh my god I’m sorry, did I hurt-”

You froze yet again, this time in surprise. He met your eyes with a lidded gaze, his chest heaving. He actually had to swallow before he could speak.

“They’re sensitive,” Lucifer ground out, cursing everything in all of creation for the situation he had put himself in, the weakness he had shown to you. You, a human of all things! At least if Castiel had agreed to help, he would have just gotten the job done and left. Or left the glass in place, Lucifer supposed. That was an option too.

You suddenly seemed to realised that you had your hands on his bare shoulders and you lifted them quickly, shrinking back a little. You looked unsure of yourself.

“Sorry, I – I’ll just get on with it. Sorry.” Your words were mumbled as you ducked behind his back and out of the way of his eyes. A few minutes ago, you would have been surprised by how minor the wound was. You would have been more surprised by the hiss which issued forth when you fished out the few small pieces of glass, but you understood now how much it had to have hurt. Uncertain yet again, you laid a flat palm to the area above the injury.

“That’s it, you’re done,” you told him, and immediately a little bit of that angelic light shone around the wound. When it was gone, so was the blood and the damage.

A beat passed. Your hand was still on his wing and he hadn’t moved yet, and neither one of you wanted to speak. It was on impulse and at the risk of a slow, painful death that you cautiously moved your touch back up to the leading edge of his wing. You couldn't help but be enraptured. Your fingers curled over the top and applied a gentle pressure as you ran your hand along in the direction of the feathers, their soft give like the cool scales of a serpent. The whole wing jolted when you reached the joint halfway down, and you could feel the outline of the lightweight bones which held so much power. Transfixed as you were, you had forgotten exactly what was sitting in front of you.

Lucifer’s wings snapped tight to his back as he stood without warning, and you threw yourself backwards to avoid getting hit in the face.

“Enough,” he warned, though his voice was ragged. He flicked a hand and the bloodied glass you were still holding vanished, leaving you to slowly sit up from where you had caught your weight on your elbows. He snatched up his clothes and made for the door without another word, but you scrambled to follow.

“Lucifer, wait,” you tried, struggling to cross the room before he reached the hallway. You laid a careful hand against his back before he could leave, over the ridge of his spine. Nowhere near his wings. And for the moment, at least, he paused. “You know I won’t use this against you,” you breathed, nervous of the implied loyalty behind your words in spite of everything he had done. “Right?” You couldn’t help feeling a little sick when he didn’t answer. Even though it was Lucifer, even though he had killed and tortured and tormented for longer than you could comprehend, he had needed help, and he had trusted you enough to make himself vulnerable to you in order to get it. You didn’t want him to leave thinking you would throw something like that back in his face, no matter what he had done.

When he still didn’t speak, you made yet another decision that you were sure would have bad consequences and leaned forward to wrap your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against his back in the space between his wings. They drew in tighter still, stiffness radiating from them.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’m sorry.”

You went to move back but his hand caught your arms before you could. He felt sure that you would betray him when the time came, but right now, you were the one in danger. You had no weapon that could harm him and you were trying to show him trust in return for his own. A human taking a risk like that with him, he could appreciate.

Lucifer angled a wing over your head so he could turn to face you, his arms encircling your shoulders and upper back and holding you to him. He knew you were being sincere, so for once he just let himself enjoy the moment. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had wanted to be so close to him in such a soft capacity, if it had ever happened when the other person had known who he truly was. You were nervous, yes, but you slowly relaxed into his hold and he allowed his wings to stretch out to a more natural resting position in turn. It was when he realised that your eyes were closed and you were leaning your bodyweight against him that he decided it was time to go.

You almost face planted into the ground when the archangel simply ceased to be present, barely catching yourself against the door. A brief jolt of fear shot through you when you thought over what you had done, but you quickly decided - or at least hoped - that it wouldn't matter too much in the long run.

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pinchofhoney · 7 months

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Because I wanna spread the "we need more Belphagor" message, how about something with him? Platonic or romantic is your choice but we need more content for him bc he's so :))))

on the verge of a fever

belphegor x fem!reader

word count: 2.7k

warning: the way his character appears in the show has been changed for the purposes of this story; basically, here god is not trying to ruin the whole world, mention of drinking alcohol

summary: Ever wondered if Hell hosts Monopoly nights?

a/n: belphagor is my spirit animal. when you text me, it's the person who writes you back lmao my profile currently looks like a fan club of your requests, but it's not my fault that my obsession with this series is back and you're the only one with ideas related to it. i hope you enjoy it!!<33

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gif is not mine, credit to the owner

Guiding Sam and Dean towards the bunk stairs, you couldn't help but notice the genuine concern etched on Sam's face. He leaned in, his tone brimming with sincere care, and gently reminded you, “You know, if you ever need a hand, just remember that Castiel is just a phone call away.”

This morning's awakening had thrown you a curveball. At first, you brushed off the strange sensations coursing through your body, thinking they were caused by the aging mattress beneath you. Yet, with each passing moment, that peculiar feeling escalated into something far more troubling. It clung to you like an insistent itch, impossible to ignore, casting an unsettling shadow over your day.

Now, wrapped snugly in the comforting cocoon of your soft, pink blanket, you found yourself ensnared in the relentless grip of a fever. Your body radiated heat, and every movement became a battle against the oppressive weight of illness. The sole lifeline keeping you tethered to the realm of the living was the medication within easy reach.

Summoning a faint smile, you struggled to reassure Sam, who always kept a watchful eye, despite the fatigue evident in your voice. “I'll handle it,” you whispered, your words carrying a hint of exhaustion.

Trying to make the serious mood a bit lighter, you couldn't resist adding a touch of playful sarcasm. “Well, maybe you should head out before your God buddy decides it's time to disappear once again.”

After saying goodbye to the Winchesters, you headed back to your bed. You didn't want to bother Castiel with your problems; you knew he had more important things to worry about than a grown-up hunter catching a simple cold.

As you entered your room, you couldn't help but grumble to yourself. Why did it seem like Sam and Dean never got sick? You were used to risking your life to hunt supernatural creatures, and now, on top of that, you had to deal with a fever. It just didn't seem fair. You plopped down on the edge of your bed, feeling frustrated. This illness was not only physically uncomfortable but also a reminder that even tough hunters like you had to face everyday human struggles.

Ridiculous, you thought.

You took a quick look on the mirror standing in the corner, then let out a sigh of annoyance and laid down on your bed, giving in to a sense of resignation. You didn't even notice when you drifted off to sleep.

Hours later, you slowly opened your eyes, hoping to find some relief from the persistent illness that had plagued you. However, as your vision cleared, you realized that you felt even worse than before. It was as if the fever had intensified during your restless slumber, wrapping you in a suffocating embrace.

With a groan of discomfort, you pushed yourself upright, your head pounding with every movement. The room seemed dimmer, and the last rays of daylight coming from the corridor appeared harsh and unforgiving. Your throat was parched, and your limbs felt heavy as if they were made of lead.

Casting a rueful glance at the clock, you realized that time had slipped away during your troubled nap. It was as though the fever had stolen not only your strength but also precious hours from your day.

You came close to grabbing your phone and calling Castiel, but you resisted, refusing to give in to a moment of vulnerability – or so you tried to convince yourself.

Struggling considerably, you managed to shift your legs off the bed and, with an effort that would make an elderly man with mobility issues proud, you stood up. Your own sigh of discomfort mirrored the sound one might expect from someone in such a situation. You briefly caught a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror, mentally noting how pitiful you appeared, before making your way into the hallway, your feet dragging wearily behind you.

The bunker had settled into an eerie quietness, broken only by the weighty sound of your footsteps. As you made your way into the main room, your initial plan to head to the opposite corridor was interrupted by an abrupt rustling in a dimly lit corner of the space.

Your tired eyes strained to identify the source of this disturbance. Could it be a mere product of your fevered imagination? You wouldn't be surprised if your illness had started playing tricks on your mind. After all, nobody else was supposed to be allowed in the vast bunker.

And then, right there, bathed in the soft, muted glow of the bunker's emergency lighting, stood a figure you never anticipated encountering. Your heart skipped a beat, your breath caught in your throat, and your fever-addled brain could only muster one thought; Jack. Why was he here? What was happening? Wasn't he...?

“Jack?” you questioned hesitantly, your gaze darting around the room in search of some evidence that you were still ensnared in a dream.

The figure before you smirked. It wasn't the gentle, innocent smile of Jack. It was something darker, more twisted. Your fevered mind raced to find an explanation. Maybe it was the fever. Yes, that had to be it. You were conjuring this surreal scene in your delirium.

“Hello,” greeted the boy, lifting his right hand in a welcoming gesture, mirroring the way Jack used to.

Confusion knitted your brows as you unconsciously took a cautious step toward this familiar-looking stranger, clutching your blanket tightly around you. Your scrutiny intensified as you examined him closely. The person before you was dressed in the same attire as the last time you saw Jack, but it couldn't possibly be him. Jack Kline had met his demise, so why was he standing before you now?

Your gaze wandered to the sunglasses perched on the boy's face, and you couldn't help but shake your head with a hint of amusement. You swiftly turned away, fully convinced that your need for medication was far more pressing than entertaining these unsettling hallucinations. As you made your determined exit, you could almost hear a faint chuckle from behind you.

“Leaving so soon? And here I was, hoping for some company,” the boy, or rather, the entity inhabiting the boy's body, remarked with a sly grin, his voice dripping with faux disappointment. His sunglasses hid the fiery void that should have been his eyes, concealing his true nature as he attempted to blend in.

You paused, feeling an inexplicable mix of curiosity and unease. There was something off about this whole situation, and it wasn't just the fact that you were conversing with someone who looked like Jack but couldn't possibly be him. The aura this stranger exuded was friendly yet laced with an unsettling undercurrent of something more sinister.

“Why are you here?” you asked, your voice trembling slightly despite your best efforts to maintain composure.

The boy's smile widened, revealing a veneer of friendliness that barely concealed his sadistic amusement. “Oh, I was getting dreadfully bored down in Hell. Thought I'd stretch my legs, so to speak.”

His casual tone and the way he spoke about Hell as if it were a mundane inconvenience sent a shiver down your spine. This was no ordinary encounter, and you couldn't help but wonder if your fever had conjured up this bizarre scenario.

“I'm Belphegor,” the demon chimed in, noting your dubious expression. “Just a temporary tenant, you know? This body was basically vacant real estate, so I thought, 'Why not?' I mean, squatters' rights and all,” he quipped, nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders as if discussing his choice of a new apartment. His grin remained as inscrutable as ever, a blend of friendly and utterly unsettling.

You couldn't help but raise an incredulous eyebrow at the demon's cavalier attitude. This was a new low, even for the world you lived in.

“Squatters' rights, huh?” you muttered, not sure whether to be amused or deeply disturbed by his casual demeanor. “Well, congratulations on your, uh, new accommodations.”

Belphegor chuckled, the sound a disconcerting blend of mirth and something far more alarming. “Thanks, I think it suits me. But, you know, I'm not all that bad once you get to know me,” he added with a wicked grin, as if trying to convince you that sharing a body with a demon was just a quirky and harmless coincidence.

Your instincts told you otherwise, and you couldn't help but wonder how deeply the Winchesters were embroiled in whatever bizarre deal this demon had cooked up.

“So, um,” you began, feeling a little like you were fumbling through a conversation with a distant relative you'd rather not acknowledge at a family reunion. The situation was beyond awkward, standing there face-to-face with a demon who had chosen to squat in a body you knew all too well. “Care for a drink?”

If you could, you would have rolled your eyes right then and there, but you had to maintain some semblance of composure. You knew you should be taking action, maybe calling the brothers or attempting to exorcise Belphegor, but your phone was conveniently left behind in your room, and it seemed that the universe had a thing against including demon-killing pockets in your pajamas.

Belphegor's lips curved into a wicked smile, his amusement clear despite the sunglasses concealing his eyes. “Well, aren't you the hospitable one,” he quipped, as if being invited for a drink by the friend of his borrowed body was a regular occurrence.

You couldn't help but chuckle nervously, the absurdity of the situation sinking in. “I figure if I can't beat the demon, I might as well join it for a drink,” you replied with a wry grin, attempting to keep things light, even though your mind was racing with thoughts of what to do next.

As you both made your way to the kitchen, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were walking on thin ice, navigating a situation that seemed to defy all logic. Sharing a drink with a demon in your pajamas was definitely not how you had planned to spend your day, but sometimes, but sometimes you had to improvise.

Entering the kitchen, you were determined to play it cool, all the while keeping a close eye on the boy. You grabbed a bottle of Dean's favorite liquor from the cabinet, figuring that if this was going to be a bizarre demon rendezvous, you might as well make it a memorable one.

“Here's to unexpected company,” you said with a somewhat forced cheerfulness as you poured two glasses, trying your best to hide the anxiety gnawing at your nerves.

Belphegor accepted the drink with a bemused nod, raising his glass in a mock toast. “To unlikely alliances,” he replied, his tone dripping with amusement.

While he was distracted with his drink, you seized the opportunity to grab a glass of water and discreetly pop a couple of fever-killing pills. You hoped that once the medication kicked in, the demon might just decide to take his leave, making this weird encounter nothing more than a fever-induced hallucination.

Sipping your water and pretending to engage in the odd conversation, you silently counted the minutes until the medication would hopefully bring some relief.

As the time passed, you couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter was all too real. The fever medication had begun to work its magic, and you felt a wave of dizziness wash over you, courtesy of the combination of drugs and alcohol. Your head was spinning like a top, and you realized that your attempt to blend in and have a normal conversation with a demon was spiraling into absurdity.

“So,” you slurred slightly, trying to focus your blurry gaze on Belphegor, “what's it like down there in Hell? I mean, besides the whole eternal torment thing. Do you guys have, like, a book club or a knitting circle to pass the time?”

Belphegor raised an eyebrow, his amusement evident even through those opaque sunglasses. “Well, it's not all fire and brimstone, you know,” he replied with a mock-serious tone, playing along with your bizarre line of questioning. “We do have our demon potlucks, and occasionally, a game night with some fiendishly fun board games.”

You couldn't help but giggle at the mental image of demons huddled around a Monopoly board in Hell. The combination of fever-induced delirium and the surrealness of the situation had turned the conversation into a comical farce.

“What's your favorite board game, then?” you asked, leaning in closer as if discussing board games with a demon was the most normal thing in the world.

Belphegor chuckled, his sinister amusement undiminished. “Twister,” he replied with a sly grin, and you couldn't tell if he was joking or not.

Lost in the absurdity of your conversation with the demon, you paid little attention to the strange sounds echoing through the bunker. It was as if the very walls were whispering secrets, and you chalked it up to your fevered imagination playing tricks on you.

Belphegor was in the middle of describing a particularly demon version of a summer vacation when a sudden, unexpected voice pierced through the haze of your conversation.

“Y/N” Castiel's deep voice resonated through the kitchen, his sudden appearance causing you to jump so violently that you almost knocked over your glass.

You turned to see Castiel standing in the entrance to the kitchen, his blue eyes penetrating the sunglasses-clad Belphegor with a steely gaze. The demon's expression shifted from amusement to surprise as he realized the presence of an angel.

“Castiel!” you exclaimed, your heart racing as you struggled to regain your composure. “I, uh, didn't expect to see you here.”

Belphegor's amusement seemed to wane as he met Castiel's unwavering gaze. The room fell silent, and the atmosphere shifted from surreal absurdity to a tense standoff between angel and demon.

“What does this supposed to mean?” Castiel asked, his voice steady as he approached the countertop where you were seated, sliding a blade out of his sleeve.

You quickly rose from your seat, wanting to calm the situation. The absurdity of the situation, in which you, in a pink blanket, wanted to defend a demon who could kill you with a snap of your fingers, did not reach you.

“That's Belphegor,” you stammered, your voice wavering as confusion and uncertainty welled up. You realized you had no real justification for the demon's visit. “I-I have no idea why he's here, but he's... uh, he's cool.” Trying to defend the demon only earned you doubtful glances from both Castiel and Belphegor, making this already weird situation even more confusing.

“I've got an offer that might catch the Winchesters' attention,” the demon said as he stepped forward from behind you.

Castiel's expression darkened as he confronted the demon, anger simmering just beneath the surface. “Taking Jack's body... this is desecration,” he hissed, his voice carrying the weight of his disapproval. The angel's gaze bore into Belphegor, as if willing him to understand the gravity of his actions.

You stepped in between the two, desperately trying to ease the mounting tension. “Look, I know this is... complicated,” you began, your voice trembling slightly with the weight of the situation. “But maybe Belphegor has something important. We should hear him out before we jump to conclusions.”

Belphegor, for his part, maintained his sly grin, unfazed by Castiel's anger. “I'm just a demon trying to make the best of my situation,” he chimed in, his tone almost cheerful. “Besides, the vessel was just sitting there, collecting dust. I thought it could use some fresh air, you know.”

Castiel clenched his jaw, clearly struggling to contain his frustration. “It's not about the vessel, it's about respect and dignity.”

Before Castiel could retort further, the kitchen door swung open, and Sam and Dean walked in. Their faces registered a mix of surprise and confusion as they took in the scene before them. The room was filled with a charged silence, broken only by the creak of the door.

“What's going on in here?” Dean finally asked, breaking the awkward standoff. His gaze shifted from you to Castiel and then to Belphegor, who was still wearing that boyish grin beneath those stupid sunglasses.

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fandomtherapy44 · 10 months

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castiel x reader

Summary: This story is from the perspective of Y/n Winchester. The sister Of Dean and Sam. We will be starting from season four since sadly we did not get Misha Collins as Castiel throughout the whole series. It will start off as a friendship, but it will grow more as the series goes on. I will be skipping some episodes even though they are great episodes they do not push the story forward. I am so excited to get to write this since they are not many Castiel X reader stories out there. Okay without further due Love War & Grace enjoy the Story.

Paring: Castiel X Reader

Word count: 6,948

Warnings: Some language, Typical Supernatural violence, Spoilers for season four of Supernatural

Chapter 1: Lazarus Rising

POV: Y/n

Four months, four grueling long months since I had to, I had to bury my brother. My oldest brother who has always been there for me and my other older brother Sam. That's the thing about us Winchesters we will always save each other. No matter what even if that means giving up our soul for the other, that's what Dean did to save Sam. I still remember that night as clearly as Crystal Sam had gone missing.

He had just walked into a little diner to get us some greasy food for us to make to the next crap motel. I now regret not taking it and truly enjoy the same everyday banter that I got from Sam and Dean. Because the next moment everyone was dead in that small simple diner and Sam was missing, sulfur powder being only left. leaving Dean and me knowing precisely what it was. The next day was a blur getting Bobby’s help and finding out what had happened to the roadhouse and Ash and not even knowing if Ellen was in the wreckage. When we found out where Sam was, I got this rush of hope and peace that everything was going to be okay. I should have known with our lives nothing really happens to inspire those feelings.

Dean was breaking every speed limit to get there of course he was he would for anyone he loved. As soon as the Impala had screeched to a stop, I jumped out running towards the town. Hearing Sam’s voice grunting I ran faster than I ever thought I could. There he was standing as the tall giant that he was hurt but okay. Dean was not that far behind and together we called his name together “Sammy!” “Sam!”.

Then I saw that goofy smile fall off his face as the blade had made its way into his back. In that second it was like the world had stopped and the sounds around me had turned into static. All that I did was fall down on my knees sobbing and screaming “SAM NO!”. Bobby came up behind me and hugged me and whispered “It’s okay’’ trying to hold himself back to be strong for his kids because to me Bobby had always taken more care of us than John had done.

Then there was Dean holding Sam again like he was just that little baby again, feeling like he had failed his father whose words ran through his head at 100 miles saying” YOU HAD ONE JOB PROTECT SAM AND Y/N” and he couldn’t even do that he thought. The next few hours didn’t even feel like that time had passed.

All I focused on was Sam like he was just taking a nap and would wake up saying that he could use some coffee not from the motel room. I didn’t hear Dean and Bobby talking or Bobby leaving. I knew Dean was destroying himself. I just didn’t think he would practically do it. Since my eyes would not leave Sam at all.

I felt Dean kissing my head saying he would be back and the door slamming behind him and the impala roaring away. I just sat there thinking why me, why my family, why did we have to suffer for others to live? Like God had heard me Sam sprung up and gasping for air like he was trying to catch up to the air that had left when it was replaced with that blade. I knew as soon Sam came back, I knew what Dean had done I wanted to cry all over again.

I wanted to scream and hit him, but I understood why he did it. Because he is Dean Winchester, and he would do anything for his little brother and sister. When Sam found out he was rightfully pissed and told Dean we would find a way out and Dean quietly dismissed it knowing not for everything he ever wanted he would let that happen.

The next year we fought and killed demons and monsters, as usual, Sam kept on saying that we would get Dean out. I was already trying to grieve Dean so it wouldn't hit me as much. The Night it happened it didn’t matter that I tried to prepare, it was like deja vu from the year before. Instead, this time we had lost the one person who promised he would always protect us.

And that was a year and four months ago but it feels like a lifetime. So here I am pushing around a four-wheel cart one wheel squeaky and me going down the booze aisle to see my best friends Jack and Daniel. These last few months Bobby and I have turned his house into a bar just without the creepy desperate men and smoke smell.

It seems without Dean Im falling apart he would always make sure I would not drink too much well look at me now hope your proud big bro. When I’m standing in the check out these three little kids run past me. The little sister trips and starts to cry then the big brother comes and scoop’s her up telling her she will be fine. It was like looking in a mirror. I should start going to a new grocery store, so I don’t have to cry every time I drive back. Who am I kidding I would cry anyways.

“Hey Bobby, could you help me with the rest? They had a sale on our favorites so I got a lot” I came in, set the bag on the counter, and got a beer out. “y/n” “Today there was a-” “Y/n!” “What?” I turn around and I drop the beer. It’s like my dreams and nightmares from the past four months had all come true at once. There standing was Dean.

I grab my silver knife and swing the knife at the monster who thought it would be a good day to try me today. “y/n! It’s me” he blocks me and I turn around and kick him square in the chest. “Well, at least you've gotten better at fighting” I scream at him and punch him down getting ready to stab the monster. “y/n! It’s him It’s him!” Bobby says, grabbing me back. At this point, I'm about ready to stab Bobby. I'm so angry.

“It’s me y/n if it wasn’t how would I know that when you were younger and got stood up on your first date you called me to pick you up and made me promise to never tell anyone and we egged the idiot’s house that stood you up after”. I feel the anger start to leave my body and my eyesight starts to become more clear. “Dean?’’ “Yes Y/n it’s me’’ I drop my knife and hug him so tight that he loses his breath for a second.

I am just staring at Dean wondering how my prayers got answered. “Hey y/n I missed you too but your starring and making me feel like I have a giant zit.’’ Bobby answers for me. ”well can you blame her Dean your chest was ribbons, your insides were slop, and you'd been buried four months. Even if you could slip out of hell and back into your meat suit -’’ Dean looked like he had been made in a Barbie factory, everything perfect none of his scars were there that he had. ‘’I know, I should look like a Thriller video reject.’’ Dean said.

“What do you remember?’’ I asked. I don't want to hear his answer, but I need to know. ’’Not much. I remember I was a Hellhound's chew toy, and then... lights out. Then I come to six feet under, that was it. Sam's number's not working. He's, uh... he's not…’’ Then I get a little annoyed hearing Sam’s name since he really hasn’t been calling me back.

“Oh I know he’s alive I make him send me his location every week and I told him if he didn’t I would drag his ass back here myself’’. I had already lost one brother I was not going to lose another without even knowing it. I pull at my phone and look at the last message. ’’We haven't really talked but that’’.

Dean looks angry ’’You're kidding, you just let him go off by himself?’’. I answered him “He was dead set on it.’’ Dean then looks at us both like we had betrayed him ’’you guys should've been looking after him.’’ Bobby then defends us as he should. ’’we tried. These last months haven't been exactly easy, you know. For all of us. We had to bury you.’’ Dean of course questioned why he was buried ’’Why did you bury me, anyway?’’

I hesitated to answer because I knew what he would think ’’We wanted you salted and burned. Usual drill. But... Sam wouldn't have it.’’ ‘’ Well, I'm glad he won that one’’ I hope he doesn't jump to conclusions that were not good. ‘’He said you'd need a body when he got you back home somehow. That's about all he said.’’ And by his look, I knew Dean had jumped to a bad conclusion. Now Dean looked worried ’’Oh, damnit, Sammy.’’ Oh no, I thought.

’’What’’ Bobby asked. ‘’Oh, he got me home okay. But whatever he did, it is bad mojo.’’ I tried to stop his jumping. ‘’What makes you so sure?’’ Dean never looked so sure in his life. ’’You should have seen the grave site. It was like a nuke went off. And then there was this... this force, this presence, I don't know, but it, it blew past me at a fill-up joint. And then this.’’ He pulled up his sleeve and there was this branding of a hand mark on his shoulder.

Bobby and I were both shocked.’’It was like a demon just yanked me out. Or rode me out.’’Bobby questions when I already knew what he was thinking ’’But why’’.’’ To hold up their end of the bargain.’’ Dean says a matter of factly.’’You think Sam made a deal.’’ Bobby said. “It's what I would have done.’’ ’’ We don’t know it was that it could have been something good.’’ I said with the hope he might think with it for once ‘’Come on y/n when has it ever been something good.’’ of course.

Dean looked all over our makeshift bar. ’’Like we said it’s been some difficult months’’ I said trying to defend us. ‘’ You never drank this much before’’ I kind of just laugh it off. '’well when both of your brothers die in horrible ways, I don’t think there is much else to do.’’ Dean looks hurt for a second.’’ Y/n-’’ “It’s okay Dean let’s just find Sam’’ I say, giving A small smile to him. ‘’ Ok, he answers with hesitation.

‘’Ok, his location is Pontiac, Illinois. He should still be there I just got this text yesterday.’’ Dean looked a little shocked.’’ Sam's in Pontiac, Illinois.’’ Bobby realizes it too.’’ Right near where you were planted.’’ ‘’ Right, where I popped up. Hell of a coincidence, don't you think?’’ We all get ready to go and I take a moment to myself still trying to process Dean's back from Hell and that someone has to be listening in heaven …right?

We all walk down this dingy little motel hall and I would not be surprised if there are some mystery stains on it. We Knock on the door and a young woman answers looking at us like we're missing something.’’So where is it?’’ she asked. We all look confused at each other. “Where's what?’’ I asked with a kind smile. She looked annoyed. ’’The pizza... that takes three people to deliver?’’ when Dean realizes no way this is Sam’s room said ’’I think we got the wrong room.’’ Then we hear the voice that belonged to my other brother who acted like he was dead and never would respond to me.

’’Hey is…’’ Sam looks at Dean like he saw a ghost which would not be a crazy theory for us. Dean being Dean says ‘’Heya, Sammy’’ Sam looks happy For a Second then he attacks Dean.’’Who are you?! Sam shouted. Then Dean shouted back “Like you didn't do this?!’’ then we hear his response and it was the happiest then I've been in a while.’’Do what?!’’ I step in before they start swiping knives again. ’’It's him. It's him. We've been through this already, it's really him.’’

They both step back stare and then hug like seeing each other for the first time in a while which was true. Sam stares at Dean wondering what we all did. ’’I know. I look fantastic, huh?’’ They hug more. Then I think for the woman this must be so confusing.’’So are you two like... together?’’ I answered for them.’’NO no, we are all siblings.’’ Then it got awkward. ’’Uh... got it. I... I guess. Look, I should probably go.’’ Sam suddenly remembers that he was on a ‘’date’’ with her walks her to the door.’’ So call me’’ she said hopefully. Then more sympathy comes from me when Sam said ’’Yeah. Yeah, sure thing, Kathy.’’ she said back ‘’Kristy’’ dang sorry Kathy that just happens when dating a hunter oops sorry I mean Kristy. Sam answers awkwardly ’’right’’.

I can already tell Dean wants to rip into Sam.’’So tell me, what'd it cost?’’ Sam looks amused’ “The girl?” I don't pay, Dean.’’ I grimace a little at that line. ’’That's not funny, Sam. To bring me back. What'd it cost? Was it just your soul, or was it something worse?’’ Sam looks offended’ “You think I made a deal?’’ I spoke up ’’That's exactly what they think. Sam, please tell them you didn’t.’’ I said when tears start building up .’’Well, I didn't.’’ I got relieved. Dean of course does not believe him.” “Don't lie to me.’’ Dean keeps on going. ”So what now, I'm off the hook and you're on, is that it? You're some demon's bitch-boy? I didn't want to be saved like this.’’

Then Sam said something that broke my heart all over again. ’’Look, Dean, I wish I had done it, all right?’’ I get angry. ”What do you mean you wished you had gotten to deal!?”. Dean grabs Sam again. ’’There's no other way that this could have gone down. Now tell the truth!’’ ‘’I tried everything. That's the truth. I tried opening the Devil's Gate. Hell, I tried to bargain, Dean, but no demon would deal, all right? You were rotting in Hell for months. For months, and I couldn't stop it. So I'm sorry it wasn't me, all right? Dean, I'm sorry.’’ Dean let Sam go. ’’It's okay, Sammy. You don't have to apologize, I believe you.’’ I speak up again. ’’Great Sam still has his Soul, Sam What if you had dealt with it? Did you ever think about what it would do to me again!?’’ Sam finally looks at me. ”y/n Im sorry it's just I couldn't let Dean die.’’ ‘’ What and you're any better to die!?” I don’t let him answer and I storm out and slam the door behind me.

I ran out of the motel trying to not scream out so people wouldn't think I was insane. So instead I kicked the Impala. I didn't care at that moment. I slid down the car just crying. Sadly I knew why Sam had done it hell I might have done it myself if Bobby and I weren’t busy keeping up our bar. And it’s like someone knew that I was in distress and put their hand on me calmly. It’s a little bit funny with the job I do because before Dean died I didn't really believe in heaven, angels, God. But I thought why not try. I mean it might be possible, demons were real. So I prayed to something and it looked like something answered back.

Sam’s POV:

The boys all were silent for a Second after she left the room Dean speaks first. ’’You know she’s right it’s not any better if you die, to her were some of her only family left and you didn’t call her back what was more important than your little sister!’’ Sam looked irritated ’’I was grieving you Dean I was trying to not totally destroy myself, so I needed some time away I'm sorry.’’ Sam said lying straight through his teeth wishing that Dean doesn't notice it. ‘’Well yeah, but I'm not the one you need to say sorry to.’’

Y/n’s POV:

I walked back to the room calming myself so that as soon I walked in, I wouldn't slap Sam. I walk into Dean picking up a lacy bra and saying. ’’Oh yeah. I really feel your pain.’’ They all stare at me like a deer in headlights. ’’So, this is why you couldn't pick up the phone because ‘’Kathy’’ needed a bra fitting.’’ I said ready to slap Sam again, calm be damned. Sam gets the guts and looks at me ’’y/n I'm sorry I was just grieving, and I needed to have some time to myself and for the deal, it was right after I was running high on emotions, and now realize how dumb I was, and how happy I am it didn't work.’’ I look up at his goofy smile and bring him in for a hug. “You're forgiven but don't ever do it again. And I hope you all know it hurts just as well if any of you would God forbid die, I love you all.’’ They all get smiles and responded back. ’’love you too y/n.’’

“So, I was checking these demons out of Tennessee, and out of nowhere they took a hard left, booked up here.’’ And Dean asked what we were all thinking. ’’When?’’ Sam answered back’ “Yesterday morning.’’ Again, the dots started to connect ’’When Dean busted out’’ I said. Bobby speaking for all of us said '' You think these demons are here 'because of you?’’ ‘’But why?’’ Sam said. I felt like I was in an episode of Scooby Doo but instead of pulling a mask off a monster with some teenagers and a talking dog, we were trying to figure out what pulled Dean out of hell.

’’Well, I don't know – some badass demon drags me out, and now this? It's gotta be connected somehow.’’ I don’t blame Dean for saying that because it usually is something bad but for once it might be something good well I'm hoping it is.’’How you feelin', anyway?’’ Bobby asked. Dean being Dean again answered ’’I'm a little hungry.’’ I laugh at that I missed his humor. ’’No, I mean, do you feel like yourself? Anything strange, or different?’’ Bobby said a little annoyed at his answer. ’’Or demonic? Bobby, how many times do I have to prove I'm me?’’ Dean said.

‘’Listen, Dean, we believe you but no demon's letting you loose out of the goodness of their hearts. They've gotta have something nasty planned.’’ I said trying to comfort him. ’’Well, I feel fine.’’ Dean said putting his defenses back down.

’’Okay, look, we don't know what they're planning. We got a pile of questions and no shovel. We need help.’’ Sam says and he was right we were all lost on what happened.” I know a psychic. A few hours from here. Something this big, maybe she's heard the other side talking.’’ Bobby said he always seems to have an answer for anything. ’’I think it’s worth a shot it has to’’ I say with a little ambition.’’ Hell yeah, it's worth a shot.’’ Dean answered back.

Bobby gets up to call the psychic and leaves the room. Dean gets up to follow him, but Sam stops him” Hey, wait You probably want this back ’’He gives him back the amulet that he always wore no matter the day. Sam wanted me to have it when he died but I couldn't. I just couldn't. “Thanks” Dean said looking happy that his little brother would keep it. ’’Hey Dean, what was it like?’’

Sam asked what Bobby and I had both asked, but I still had this small inkling that Dean could lie about it. ’’What, Hell? I don't know, I, I must have blacked it out. I don't remember a damn thing.” Dean said again and it’s like he's performing a line to confirm it to himself. ’’Well, thank God for that.’’ Sam said happily that his brother didn't remember hell. Dean answered a small ’’yeah’’ back and I got a chilling feeling that he was not telling us everything.

Dean and I were in the room. He was in the bathroom splashing water on his face and I was making some crappy motel coffee. When I walk past the bathroom he was just staring at himself in Which looks like confusion. In that instant, I wish that he was truly okay and that he was not putting up a front for his little brother and sister.

Bobby got the okay from the physic for us to come. ’’She's about four hours down the Interstate. Try to keep up.’’ Bobby said making me laugh he always did. ’’I assume you'll want to drive.’’ Sam said tossing Dean the keys. We all get in baby like nothing ever did change. ”What the hell is that?’’ I look at the middle of the console and try to hold back my laugh but fail.’’That Dean is the newest iPod jack it looks like Sammy turned baby into a frat car.’’ I said laughing uncontrollably. ” shut it y/n.’’

Dean said half joking half serious.’’You were supposed to take care of her, not douche her up.’’ Dean now looks betrayed at a whole different level now. ’’Dean, I thought it was my car.’’ Sam said. Then Dean starts baby up and I laugh even more as Vision starts playing and Dean looks with the most annoyed saying “Really”. Then he throws it back, almost hitting me.” Hey watch it you don’t to damage Sammy’s frat playlist”. I said laughing with a smile for the first time in a while.

It’s been about an hour on the road trip, and I take in every second like it’s last as I make a promise to myself to never take these two for granted again. ’’There's still one thing that's bothering me.’’

Dean said. Sam and I both said ’’Yeah?’’. ’’Yeah, the night that I bit it. Or... got bit.’’ Dean said with a bit of a chuckle I personally think it's too soon for those jokes. ’’How'd you guys make it out? I thought Lilith was going to kill you.’’ He said looking at Sam. ’’Well, she tried. She couldn't.” Dean looks puzzled.

Sam spoke again. ”She fired this, like, burning light at me, and... didn't leave a scratch. Like I was immune or something.’’ ‘’Yeah, and Sam jumped in front of me to protect me from the blast.” I say to answer how I was here. ’’Immune?’’ Dean questioned. ’’Yeah. I don't know who was more surprised, her or us. She left pretty fast after that.’’

Then Dean brings Ruby up. ”Huh. What about Ruby, where is she?” Sam answered. ”Dead. For now.” I secretly celebrated that in my head.’’So you've been using your, uh, freaky ESP stuff?” Sam answered a little too fast for my liking.”No”. ”You sure about that? Well, I mean, now that you've got... immunity, whatever the hell that is... just wondering what other kind of weirdo crap you've got going on.” Dean inquired about that and I don't blame him. ”Nothing, Dean. Look, you didn't want me to go down that road, so I didn't go down that road. It was practically your dying wish.’’ Sam said making sure to shut that down. Dean needed to be sure said ”Yeah, well, let's keep it that way.’’ Now why did I get that feeling again that my brother is lying?

As we pull up to Pamela’s house I get this feeling of excitement and fear at the same time. We all get out of our cars and we walk up and knock on her door. A woman about in her thirties answers with a big smile.” Bobby!” she grabs him tight.

The three of us share a look.” You're a sight for sore eyes.’’ Bobby said to her with a smile to match hers. Pamela steps back a little and looks at both of my brothers like they are pieces of meat. ”So, these the Winchesters” she says with approval. ”Sam, Dean, y/n This is Pamela Barnes, best damn psychic in the state” Naturally Dean answered with a flirty “Hey”. Sam answered like the nerd he is with an awkward “Hi”. And I answered with a” Hi Pamela, nice to meet you”. “I like you, I can already tell.” she told me back.

After she looks back at Dean. ”Mmm-mmm-mmm. Dean Winchester. Out of the fire and back in the frying pan, huh? Makes you a rare individual.” Dean took that comment in.” If you say so.” We go in, this is the moment either we confirm it’s something bad or good please God let it be Good.

“So, you hear anything?’’ Bobby probes. ”Well, I Ouija'd my way through a dozen spirits. No one seems to know who broke your boy out, or why.” I questioned. ” So what’s next?” “A séance, I think. See if we can see who did the deed.’’ ’’You're not gonna... summon the damn thing here..’’ Bobby said.

“No. I just want to get a sneak peek at it. Like a crystal ball without the crystal.” I was already ready for this to be over with how much adrenal was going through my body without even starting yet. Dean responded with a cocky “I'm game”.

We enter the seance room and Pamela goes to get her crystal ball. Both boys' eyes lay on her lower back. ”Who’s Jesse” Dean says I smack him on the head for it. He looks down at me and I look right back and he backs down. ”Well, it wasn't forever.’’ I am glad she laughed it off because I didn't want him to upset her, by saying that.

Dean goes into what I like to call Flirt Dean mode. ”His loss.” I am starting to get a sense that Papemla is a lot like Dean because she says back “Might be your gain.” Dean looks like a kid in a candy store “Dude, I am so in.” I laugh at his eagerness ”Yeah, she's gonna eat you alive’’

Dean took it as a challenge “Hey, I just got out of jail. Bring it.’’ Pamela passing said to Sam ‘You're invited too, grumpy.” Dean let him know he was not invited.

We are all sitting around the table holding hands as Pamela starts. ”I need to touch something our mystery monster touched.’’ She says as she goes to touch Dean’s thigh he jumps. ” Whoa. Well, he didn't touch me there.” My mistake” she said. Dean then takes off his jacket showing everyone the hand brand. Pamela reaches over, holds the brand, and starts to chant as we close our eyes.

”I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle.

I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle.

I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle.” I then start to feel this warm glow coming over me like the hand from before. “I invoke, conjure, and command... Castiel? No. Sorry, Castiel, I don't scare easy.’’ Castiel so that's its name. How interesting.

“Its name. It's whispering to me, warning me to turn back.’’ ’’I conjure and command you, show me your face.

I conjure and command you, show me your face.

I conjure and command you, show me your face.”

Pamela keeps chanting. I don't like how this is going. ”Maybe we should stop.” Everything is shaking more. “ I almost got it.

I command you, show me your face!

Show me your face now!’’ I'll give it to her because she is one brave woman.

Suddenly She screams and a powerful white light comes from her eyes’’ Bobby grabs her to the floor and she is sobbing’’ I can't see! I can't see! Oh god!’’ Sam calls Nine one one in the background. So I guess it was a bad thing.

As we sat in the diner I just felt so stupid for thinking maybe it could be more than the shit I have to deal with every day. Dean was ordering for us. I didn't even hear him calling me.”y/n?” “ huh oh sorry I was just thinking about everything. I should have known Dean that it was something bad I should have listened .’’ He looks at his little sister. ”Look y/n it might have been something bad but you thinking differently is one of my favorite things about you don’t ever change that.” I smile at him already falling back into his big brother role.

Sam comes back in with news about Pamela. ”Pam's stable. And out of I.C.U.” “And blind, because of us.” Dean said not wrong.” I groan ”And we still have no clue who we're dealing with.” Sam says.” That's not entirely true.” I looked at Dean with interest “We got a name. Castiel, or whatever. With the right mumbo-jumbo, we could summon him, bring him right to us.” “I agree we can figure out what's going on” Sam looks at both of us.”You're both crazy. Absolutely not.” “We'll work him over. I mean, after what he did?” Dean said back to me nodding with him.”Pam took a peek at him and her eyes burned out of her skull, and you guys want to have a face-to-face ?” I answer for both of us.”You got a better idea?” Sam looked a little offended at that.”Yeah, as a matter of fact, I do. I followed some demons to town, right?” Dean and I both said “Okay”.”So, we go find them. Someone's gotta know something about something.’’ I mean I guess but I want to confront this thing.

The waitress comes over and places the food in front of us. I thank her. ”Thank you”. She then pulls a chair up like she was going to pour water on herself in stripper style. ”You angling for a tip?’’ Dean says weirdly. “I'm sorry. Thought you were looking for us.’’ She then pulls an uno reverse on us by flashing her eyes black and everyone else does the same. She turns towards Dean. ”Dean. To hell and back. Aren't you a lucky duck.’’ Dean is not backing down. ”That's me.” So you get to just stroll out of the pit, huh? Tell me. What makes you so special?” Dean responded back with one of his zingers. ”I like to think it's because of my perky nipples. I don't know. Wasn't my doing, I don't know who pulled me out. ”Lying is a sin” She said not believing Dean.

”I'm not lying. But I'd like to find out, so if you wouldn't mind enlightening me, Flo…” “ Mind your tone with me, boy. I'll drag you back to hell myself.” Sam is about ready to stab the demon I stop him.”No. No, you won’t because if you were you would have done it already. Fact is, you don't know who cut him loose. And you're just as spooked as we are. And you're looking for answers. Well, maybe it was some turbo-charged spirit. Or, uh, Godzilla. Or some big bad boss demon. I'm guessing at your pay grade that they don't tell you squat. Because whoever it was, they want him out. And they're a lot stronger than you. So go ahead. Send him back. But don't come crawling to us when they show up on your front doorstep with some Vaseline and a fire hose.”

I said defending us. Dean and Sam both look proud and probably wondering what happened to the shy girl from before. She tries to challenge that. “I'm going to reach down your throat and rip out your lungs.” Dean looks right at her throwing her two punches. He leans down and said. “That's what I thought. Let's go, guys”. We get up to leave and I leave money for the pie and a tip “For the pie.” I said and leave with my brothers.

We walk out of the diner and me feeling like I just took on Godzilla myself. “Holy crap, that was close.” Dean said again, not wrong.”We're not just going to leave them in there, are we, Guys?” “well yeah, there's three probably more and one knife between us”. I answered. Then Sam said something that leaves me with more questions. ”I've been killing a lot more demons than that lately.”

“Not anymore – the smarter brother's back in town.” Dean says feeling protective over us like we were little again.”Guys, we've got to take 'em. They are dangerous.’’ “I mean yes they are dangerous but we are not stupid okay we will get them, Sam.” I said trying to be encouraging. “Y/n’s right. They're scared. Okay? Scared of whatever had the juice to yank me out. We're dealing with a bad mofo here. One job at a time.”

When we got back to the motel I had to get some sleep or I was going to fall over. As I doze off I start to hear this low rumble and the tv turn back to the same static that happened at Pamela's house. I wake to this loud high-pitched noise getting louder and louder I look over to the bed for Sam but the bed is empty.

I grab my gun but it hurts so much that I have to get into a fetal position and hold my ears. While that was going on the glass around me started to shake and break sending shards into my skin. But at the same time, I felt the same warm glow again from before. I thought what the hell? The door bursts open to Dean and Bobby yelling ”Y/n!”. They take to save me from the room.

The three of us pile into Bobby’s truck and zoom down the road. ”How ya doing kid’’ Bobby asked from looking in the middle mirror to me.”Well, except it feels like the looney tunes are dropping weights in my head just great” I said with a bit of sarcasm. “I mean guys I have never experienced anything like that before.” Dean and Bobby both look at each with knowing looks. ”I have when I first popped out it sounded like that.”

Dean tells me. I said what we're all thinking ”What the hell is going on first with you and now me what kind of monster does that?” ”I don’t know but we're going to find out.” He said as he was pulling out his phone. I assumed he was going to call Sam because that was another thing where was he during all of this. I hear his voice speak. ”What are you doing?” “ In my car?” “Well, uh, Bobby's back. We're going to grab a beer with y/n” I look at him knowing what we were going to do. If he was lying now. “Done. Catch you later.’’

“Why the hell didn't you tell him?” Bobby asked. “Because he would just try to stop us.” I answered. ”From what?” “ Summoning this thing. It's time we faced it head-on.” Dean said nonchalantly.”You can't be serious!” I get Bobby’s concern but we need to do this. ”Well, we don't know what it is. It could be a demon, it could be anything.” “ That's why we've got to be ready for anything.’’ Dean said pulling out the demon knife. ”Bobby, you have every weapon for anything in your trunk.”

I say trying to calm down him and try to confirm to myself it’s not totally crazy.”This is a bad idea.” Bobby said,” Yeah, we couldn't agree more, but what other choice do we have?” I said. “We could choose life” Bobby was not wrong ”Bobby, whatever this is, whatever it wants, it's after me. Maybe y/n for some reason. That much we know, right? We've got no place to hide. We can either get caught with our pants down again, or we can make our stand.’’ Dean said. “Dean, we could use Sam on this.” “Nah, he's better off where he is.” I sigh to myself thinking when would my brothers learn to share instead of lying, probably never.

We found this abandoned warehouse and decide it was the perfect place. At the same time, I was painting sigils and devil traps everywhere. I thought this is it I am going to find out what this thing was and why it felt so familiar and so different at the same time. We were now just waiting for this thing to show its face. “You sure you did the ritual right?” Dean questions Bobby. In response, a look of you you're talking to. ”Sorry. Touchy, touchy, huh?” I smirk.

Like something heard Dean the walls start shaking violently and the wind gets louder. “Wishful thinking, but maybe it's just the wind.” Dean said. Just then the doors to the warehouse blow open to a man who looks like to me belongs in Men’s Health magazine which is confusing as hell. At the same time, the bulbs of lights are exploding like fireworks.”Who are you?” Dean asks half scared. “I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.” The man answered, well that tells us a lot I think with sarcasm. ”Yeah. Thanks for that.”

Dean said and then takes out the demon Knife and surprises me by stabbing the man. The man barely looks bothered and pulls the knife out like it was nothing. Bobby tries to attack him from behind and the man does not even look and stops the attack and swings Bobby around and toches Bobby and he falls to the floor in a sleep-like state. The man then turns to the both of us .”We need to talk, Dean, y/n. Alone” He said with a determination like I have never heard before.

Dean goes over to check on Bobby glaring at the man.”Your friend's alive.”The man said letting us know. “Who are you” I ask hoping to get an answer to this madness.”Castiel.” Castiel said while staring at me and while staring back it felt like the eyes of a friend.

”Yeah, I figured that much, I mean what are you?” Dean said with annoyance.”I'm an Angel of the Lord.” Castiel answers back with the greatest news ever to me at least.”Get the hell out of here. There's no such thing.” Dean said. “Dean come on with everything that has happened you can't believe that at all?” I ask him ”This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith.” Castiel says with thunder striking and the lighting casting giant shadows of wings.

“Well, there's your proof, Dean,” I tell him. He glares at me and turns to Castiel ”Some angel you are. You burned out that poor woman's eyes.’’ Castiel looks ashamed of that. ”I warned her not to spy on my true form. It can be... overwhelming to humans, and so can my real voice. But you already knew that.” He explains.” “ So that was you, why did you try talking to me?” I ask curious. “That was my mistake. Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought you both could be one of them. I was wrong. I was trying to see if you could hear me as well Im sorry If that hurt you.” He told me while looking at me with those blue eyes. “And what visage are you in now, huh? What, holy tax accountant?’’

Dean asked which is valid. “This? This is... a vessel.” Castiel answered. ”You're possessing some poor bastard?’ Dean Keeps on going. ”He's a devout man, he actually prayed for this.” Huh, I thought interesting. “Uh-huh. Y'know, it might've been easier to show up like this the first time instead of all the burning bush crap.” “ Finding a human vessel durable enough to contain me... it's not easy.” Castiel said. He must be pretty powerful if he needs that to happen.”I have that same problem with women.” Ew did not need to hear that from my brother. ”Look, pal, I'm not buying what you're selling, so who are you really?” Castiel looks confused.

“I told you.” I chuckle at that. ”He means why would an angel rescue him from hell” I told him. “Good things do happen, Dean,y/n .” I mean they have to if Dean is standing here alive. ”Not usually in our experience.” Dean answered. “What's the matter? You don't think you deserve to be saved?” Castiel said while looking at him with what looked like sympathy. It also broke my heart. ”Why'd you do it?” Dean asked what we have all been wondering. Castiel responds with the vaguest answer ever. ”Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you.”

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Sunshine 2

Pairing: Cowboy Sheriff Dean x City Gal Reader

Summary: After your family cut you off, your great-aunt Laura invited you over to her ranch you often visited when you were just a child... You drive through the beautiful town until you accidentally graze a horse that just so happens to be the sheriffs...

Warnings: None

A/N: Let me know what you think and what your theories are!

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“Well hello darlin.” The green eyes look down at me, with a smirk.

You got to be kidding. I'm just waiting for John Quiñones, (From what would you do) to pop up from a bush and throw a microphone in my face. Nope. This was very real. Well fuck.

“What are you doing here? Following me like a creep I see.” I mutter under my breath as I cross my arms.

Clayton and Laura are trying to bite back their laughs, which earned an eyebrow raise from me, What were these two up two and what did they know that I didn't?

“Y/n... Honey this is our ranch hand and the town's sheriff. Have you both met before?” Aunt Laura finally speaks, as she looks between you and the tall green-eyed man.

My mouth parts, you've got to be shitting me. Can this day get any worse?

“I can say we have, did she tell ya how she grazed Lilah? I can lock her up if you want she's a little suspicious, especially with the littering of her ticket that was left on the street.” The man spoke while looking me up and down, with an amused grin.

Clayton crosses his arms as Laura covers her mouth she burst into a fit of giggles. “Hmm nah, I'll just have her clean the poor thing up for bathtime”

I mentally cringe, I've never been good with animals especially since they carry so much responsibility that I knew if I had gotten a pet I wouldn't be able to take care of it to the best of my ability and that wouldn't be fair to it.

“Dean, will you take her out back to the stables so I can go feed her please” Laura softly asked, he nodded as he had the horse follow him back to the stables.

Dean. Finally a name to the face. It suited him.

My uncle helps bring my bags up to the room they had ready, honestly I remembered it because it was the room I used to stay in, and let me tell you, it hadn't changed one bit.

The floors were creaky, bed frame older than me. Dust everywhere, maybe some spring cleaning would be nice. It was clear the room hadn't been used since I had left, and that left me a little sad that no one else visited them.

“Thanks...” I give a smile, Clayton pats my shoulder with a little nod before heading back downstairs.

Unlocking my phone I scroll through some of my messages, most from my mother...

Never once had it been about what I wanted... I practically was raised by nannies which was better than nothing because some kids weren't always lucky to experience that. I just wanted my parents... For them to care and love me, but they never really did.

“Ah, looks like I have a new neighbor” Dean mumbles as he steps inside the room, with his hands in his pockets.

“What do you mean?” I sit up turning my phone off, not wanting to see my mothers reply.

“I'm in the room next to ya, Clay and Laura wanted me to make you a list of 'chores' you'll need to do while you are here for free. So you'll be taking most of my nonheavy responsibilities because who'd want to hurt a city gal like you?”

He smirks as he leans against the doorframe while looking me up and down.

“Why are you living with them?” I ask curiously, sometimes my nosiness got the best of me...

“And that sweetheart isn't any of your business. Plus I work for them so they offered a room so I took the offer.” He muttered as he handed over the list.

He turned on his boots, walking off to what I assume is his room. Glancing at the list that contained, picking up horse shit, feeding, and grooming the animals. I scrunch my nose, he pretty much gave away all the nasty shit to me.

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~BEEP~ ~BEEP~ ~BEEP~

I hear an alarm go on and on...I bury my head under the blanket. When I realize it wasn't going off anytime soon I bang my hand against the wall, to tell that green-eyed cowboy to shut the hell up.

“Wakey wakey sweetheart, the shit won't pick up itself” I hear the deep gruff voice, I peek my head out of the blanket seeing Dean holding the alarm that continued to go off until I tossed a shoe at him.

“Easy there tiger, Good morning” Dean puts his hands up as he reveals the alarm out of his hands and onto the floor peacefully and finally quiet.

I check the time... His he serious? It's 5:30 am Is this man crazy? I think so.

As Dean walks the floors creaked with every step, and it started to get on my nerves. A few seconds pass by and I realize he isn't going to go until I get up, I groan rolling out of bed, and start going through the dressers pulling out a nice white flowy dress.

“You're going to wear that?” He asked looking the dress up and down, with a slight cringe. I look at him a little confused and my head tilts to the side.

“Yeah... What's wrong with it?” I look at it again, seeing if it and any dirt or stains on it.

“Did you bring anything that you can remotely get dirty in? I wouldn't recommend a dress unless you want it all fucked up. Wear jeans and a T-shirt, oh and some boots. Not the high heel ones.” He clarifies. I stand there awkwardly seeing I just packed skirts and dresses not expecting to get down and dirty.

“Heh..” Rubbing the back of my neck, I look at him when I see he has a moment of realization.

“Are you serious Y/n, You didn't bring anything somewhat comfy?” Dean sighs as he leans back against the doorframe.

“I had been in a rush... I didn't have exactly very much time to pick and choose what I wanted” I whisper as I shift uncomfortably, hell I still had my wedding dress in the truck. That whole day was a disaster.

Dean slowly nods, probably feeling that I wouldn't want to talk about it. He rubs a hand over his face before checking his watch. “Let's get you some clothes then, you'll need them for tonight and for the rest of the time you are here”

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The drive to the town had been short, the stores had just started to open but plenty of people were already out and about going on with their day.

It was quiet. It felt quite refreshing, especially being in the city my whole life.

“Good mornin' sheriff” A guy on the bench started up a conversation with Dean, which resulted in me going into a store called blitz and Glamour by myself.

Right when I walk in a girl my age starts up a conversation with me and helps me find a few cute items, I quickly learned her name is Charlie and she just got out of tech school but her parents wanted her back down here for the summer. The redhead was quite talkative but at the then... I think I might've made my first friend here. Maybe this place won't be so bad after all.

“Oh- fuck sorry!” I accidentally bump into a woman, and Dean was quick to walk over to help pick up all the bags. “Lisa. How are Ben and Aurora?” He asks as stands up straight while holding the bags.

Who is this Lisa and who the heck are Ben and Aurora? It wasn't my business so I slowly backed up leaving the green eyed-man with the darker hair woman. After a few minutes he saw them bicker, well it was more of the woman than Dean he kinda just stood there and took it. As if he was used to it.

And let me tell you... He didn't look to happy when he came back over.

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Chapter 3

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flamencodiva · 4 months

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Prologue

Description: Dean Winchester is slated to be the next Alpha of his pack. As with all Wolves, Dean is waiting to see who his mate is at 18. But when he doesn't find her within his pack, he wonders if he will ever have a mate at all. On the brink of going feral, Dean is sent away from his pack to search for his mate. He can only return once he's found her, or he must take on a chosen mate. Y/N is the daughter of the current Moon Goddess, Selene. Hidden from the mortal realm after an attack on the moon kingdom, Y/N has heard a lonely howl for the past ten years since she turned 18. When unexpected circumstances force her to leave her current home, will she be able to find the lonely wolf and help heal him?

Pairing: Shifter-Wolf!Dean Winchester x Shifter-Wolf!Female!Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Benny Laffite, Castiel, Garth, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Bobby Singer, Henry Winchester (in flashbacks), Nick (Lucifer), OMC Luke, Jack, OMC Zack, and many more!

Word Count: 2105

Warnings (For entire fic): Violence, Language, Sexual Content (Smut of all kinds).

This A/B/O is more werewolf centered than A/B/O-centered. I hope you all enjoy the world I have created through this fic. All characters, unless stated otherwise, are shifter-wolf. It is a world/lore that I stumbled upon and found myself wanting to write.

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The full moon was high in the sky as it shone down onto the pack gathering below. Sixteen year old Dean Winchester stood with other his age as their bodies bagan to shift. His bones began to break and rearrange as tufts of shiny grey fur began to appear. He groaned in pain as his family stood near him and encouraged him to not fight the change.

‘Just breath son,” his father, John Winchester soothed.

“Just take deep breaths and let your wolf take over, Dean.”

His mother, Mary Winchester, had instructed. He could only nod as his face began to change. His nose and jaw elongated to grow a snout and he found himself on his arms and legs as they changed into paws. It didn’t take long before he competed his shift and allowed his wolf spirit, Shadow, take control.

‘Woah,’ Dean said as his vision sharpened.

“Let us celebrate our children and the emergence of their wolves!” John’s voice roared as everyone sexteen asnd older began shifting.

The entire pack ran as one through the forest that was a part of their territory. Dean was at the lead with not just his parents but with the rest of the adults that made up his father and mother’s Alpha and Luna units. His best friend Benny Lafeitte was slated to be his Beta. Castiel Novak was to be his Gamma and the one to help calm and keep him intune with his Luna. And lastly Garth Fitzgerald III who would take on the Delta position.

The Silver Moon pack was one of the proudest and strongest packs in the area. John and Mary Winchester watched as their son rolled around in wolf form, playing with their second son, Twelve-year-old Sam.

“The pups are growing up fast,” John said as he looked at his wife.

“They are,” she sighed, placing her head on his shoulder, “do you think they’ll find good mates?”

“I think so.”

“Dean will have to start training with you as an Alpha,” Mary reminded him.

“He’ll make a great Alpha, my love,” John turned his head to kiss the top of his mate’s, “look at how he is with Sam and his friends. He will make sure our Pack stays strong.”

two years later,

Dean fixed his hair again. Today he would find his mate. When pack members turned eighteen, they would be brought together at the pack house to find their mates. Essentially it became one big party.

‘Gotta find mate,’ his wolf Shadow whined.

“We will,” Dean chuckled, “besides, who knows, it might be that we already found and sampled our mate,” he wiggled his eyebrows.

‘No mate, not yet. Can’t sense her,’ Shadow huffed.

Dean rolled his eyes before turning to the door to see Sam leaning against the frame.

“How come I can’t go!” he whined, “I mean, I know I haven’t shifted yet but why can’t I find my mate?”

“Sam,” Dean placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder, “you have plenty of time. Besides, it’s only four more years. What’s your rush?”

“I know, my mate,” the young teen said, shrugging his shoulders.

“You do?” Dean raised his eyebrow at his brother, “who?”

“Jessica Moore,” Sam whispered, lowering his head in embarrassment.

“Jess? Your mate is Jess? How do you know?” Dean asked.

“Swift could sense it.”

“You know you can’t know for sure until you’re 18, Sam.”

“But Dean, I’ve read in some of the books that some mates can sense they are mates before they’re 18. It’s not all that uncommon.”

“Sam,” Dean said giving his brother a warning glare. “You know the rules. You have to wait until your first shift and on the full moon of your 18th birthday to know for sure.”

“Fine,” his little brother grumbled and threw himself on the bed. “Can you feel your mate near by?”

“No,” Dean admitted. “But who knows, she might have been hiding from me. Or, it just takes me and shadow the full moon to feel them.”

Dean sighed as he watched his brother through is mirror as he continued to get ready. He couldn’t help but feel jealous. His brother’s wolf had already found his mate before he was eighteen. It wasn’t fair. Here he was, the future Alpha, and his mate had not surfaced. Or at least he couldn’t sense her in the pack.

Meanwhile, his brother, barely of legal age, could already sense his mate. He couldn’t help but feel jealous. His wolf let out a whimper before Dean shook his head.

“Then, in four years, you and Jess can make sure you belong together,” Dean cleared his throat, “this is a rite of passage, Sam. So hopefully, my mate is out there, and the Goddess Selene blesses me tonight.”

With that said, Dean gave his brother’s shoulder a soft pat before making his way down the stairs of the packhouse. He could hear his mother ordering people around to prepare one of the large rooms.

“No, no,” he heard her cry in frustration.

“The food needs to be placed in the next room. The main room is for dancing and mingling.”

“Mom,” Dean made his presence known, “don’t you think this is a bit… much?”

“Nonsense,” she dismissed him, “not every day your eldest is of age to find his mate. Besides, you know I do anything for you boys.”

“You really think I’m gonna find my mate tonight?” Dean huffed.

“Why not? I saw you and Cassie were together three summers ago,” she pointed out as she continued to direct older pack members around the house to help set up.

“But that doesn’t mean she’s my mate,” Dean shrugged, “how did you know dad was yours?”

Mary blushed and turned to her son, “I just knew. And so did your father. Our wolves just felt this connection given to us by the Goddess.”

“What if my mate isn’t here?” Dean asked, his fingers playing with a loose thread on his shirt.

“Then she will find her way to you,” Mary placed her hands on either side of her son’s face, lifting his gaze to hers. “You will find your mate Dean. You just have to trust that the Goddess has a plan.”

Dean nodded before taking her hands in his and giving his mother a kiss on her cheek. Turning away from the planning, he noticed Sam near their father’s study, his brother giving off a low growl.

“What’s wrong, Sammy?” Dean whispered.

“Dad’s got the council in there. I heard something about rogues near our border.”

“What?”

Dean stepped closer to the door, his senses tingling as he tried his best to use his wolf hearing. Much of what was being said was muffled, but he could make out a few words. He and many of his friends are mainly undergoing extra training in the next few weeks.

“Do you think it’s Lucifer?” John sighed.

“Is that what Nicks's runt is calling himself,” a voice called out, “Idjit.”

Dean recognized the voice as Bobby Singer, one of the pack’s elders. Bobby had come to join their pack around the time his father, John, was just a young pup. He remembered his dad talking about Bobby being one of the best warrior trainers he had ever seen. Dean heard stories of Bobby having a son once, but the elder never liked to talk about it.

“The rogues seem to be from Nick’s pack, and Luke seems to be leading the charge,” John sighed, “but all we can do is double that guard. Whatever he’s doing, we will need to find out.”

“We need to beef up training, John,” Bobby sighed. “I’m too old for this.”

John chuckled, “my dad trusted you, and our warriors are strong because of you. Benny is set to take over for Hypolite.”

John’s heavy footsteps could be heard from the other side of the door. Dean could tell his father was worried. He only paced in his office when he needed to think of a solution to a problem.

Dean and Sam continued to try and eavesdrop on the conversation when the door cracked open.

“You know,” their father’s voice started them, “if you wanted to know what was going on, Dean, all you had to do was knock.”

Dean stood up and gave his father a sheepish smile.

“Well--”

“Samuel,” John huffed, “you know better than to sneak around. If I wanted you to know, you would know.”

“But dad! How come Dean gets to go to all the Alpha meetings? I’m an Alpha too!”

John placed a gentle hand on his youngest son’s shoulder, “Dean is going to be Pack Alpha one day. He is of age. He’s been training for this just as you have. Right now, I need you to be a kid and enjoy not having to worry about his”

“No fair. I can fight and be helpful!” Sam growled.

“I know you can, pup,” John ruffled his youngest son’s hair. “I promise when the time comes, you can help.

Sam frowned and stomped his way up the spiral staircase to his room, grumbling along the way.

“He’s trying to grow up too fast,” John sighed.

“He’ll get over it once he gets back into training mode,” Dean assured his father, “is it serious? The rogues on our borders?”

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow,” John dismissed, “tonight you find your mate.”

“Yeah,” Dean sighed as his father walked away, “if she’s even here.”

The guests arrived with Dean hanging out with his friends, Benny Lafitte, Castiel Novak, and Garth Fitzgerald III.

“Excuze me, Boyz,” Benny said as he pulled away from his friends, “seem’z Red and I have zeroed in on our mate.”

“Already?” Castiel huffed, “how the --”

Dean watched as Cas stopped talking and turned towards the front door.

“I, um… I gotta--”

Garth and Dean watched as Benny and Cas walked toward their mates. The couples seem to fall into easy conversation.

“Don’t worry, Deano,” Garth gave the Alpha a slap on his back, almost making him choke on his drink, “I’m sure the next girl to walk in will be your--”

Dean covered his face with his hands as Garth clumsily tripped over his feet at the next female that walked in. Garth had stumbled into not just the table the boys were standing by, but the following tables lined up with the front door.

“Sorry, my bad!” Garth called out as he stumbled his way toward the female.

As the night went on, Dean watched as his friends and peers paired off with their mates. It hurt that his own mate hadn’t shown herself yet. By the end, Dean was left alone, his head hung low as he walked towards the balcony overlooking the valley.

The moon shone so brightly that its rays illuminated every corner of the pack's territory. Dean finished off the last of his drink before turning his gaze to the moon. Shadow could feel Dean’s pain. After all, he and Dean were one and the same. Their pain resonated so profoundly that Dean let Shadow take over as a mournful howl echoed through the sky.

‘Goddess hear my plea,’ it seemed to say, ‘let my mate find me soon.’

Little did Dean and Shadow know that in the realm of the Moon Goddess, the goddess herself had heard his cry.

“Dean Winchester,” she said, her voice a whisper as the howl echoed in the halls of her palace. “When the time comes, your mate will find you,” she said to the wind. “Strong heir of the Silver Moon Pack, your trials are just beginning. My Conor’s sacrifice to keep our daughter safe will not be in vain. I hope you can be patient.”

She walked to her room, away from the enormous mirror in her chambers, where the reflection of Dean sank.

This was to ensure the safety of her daughter, Y/N. The wolf, who claimed the name Lucifer, was no match for Conor's valiant efforts. The death of Selene's mate was ultimately felt by her. Her first concern was ensuring the safety of Y/N. Meeting Dean was still too soon for her. The young Alpha had to face his own struggles as her daughter trained.

A second reflecting pool was entered by the moon goddess's palm. With her light, she extended her hand into a room that was otherwise dark.

Whispering to her daughter, "My little Y/N," she delicately gathered the stray hairs and placed them behind her ear. "For as long as it takes, I will shield you from harm. I can only pray that the web of destiny does not end in sorrow."

Chapter 1

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sebsxphia · 1 year

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Preacher!Rhett first encounter…he tells you how to touch yourself through the confessional booth.. and definitely peeks through the crack to watch you.

ptolemaea. | god knows i tried.

preacher!rhett abbott x reader.

￫ description: you find yourself in a confessional booth with preacher rhett abbott as he guides you on the righteous path.

￫ word count: 2.8K.

￫ c/w: heavy and dark religious themes, dark themes, fingering (f!receiving), handjobs (m!receiving), mutual masturbation, masturbation (f!), edging, voyerism, corruption and innocence kink, daddy kink, cnc and inappropriate use of confessional booths.

￫ a/n: the first chapter to this series! although as some of you know, this has not been posted in chronological order. however if you’re reading in order, hello! thank you @canarysposts, @castiel-barnes and anon for letting me use your wonderful asks to fuel these sinful thots! and thank you again to @canarysposts for the incredible idea of ‘god knows i tried’ by ldr, which this fic is based off! this is part of ‘ptolemaea. | the verses.’ my main masterlist can be read here! 💌

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His hands were the first thing you noticed. You could run your eyes up and down the numerous veins that protruded on his hands and then ran naturally up to his large forearm. His fingers were slender, but his knuckles and fingertips looked worn, as if they had worked tirelessly day and night. You wondered for a split second if they would feel rough on your far softer skin.

Mentally you kicked yourself for letting your mind wonder to such a sinful place and you re-directed your attention to elsewhere on his tall frame. He had ditched the notion of traditional clothes and wore a plain, soft cotton t-shirt. The sleeves hugged around his biceps perfectly and if he moved in a particular way, you could see his torso under his arms stretch under the fabric.

The jeans, similar to his hands, were worn out. He still managed to uphold a presentable appearance, but right in between his thighs you could see the denim fading. It was as if something or someone, had rubbed away at it mercilessly.

His hair was always tucked perfectly behind his ears, but it was when he squatted down to greet one of the smaller children that attended your Church, that a strand fell out and licked against his forehead. That’s when you thought he looked most beautiful. A gift from God himself. He would be quick to tuck it back, again with those calloused hands of his. The hair that ran along his arms and hands matched the same on his head, although it was slightly lighter and sun kissed.

Before you could register it, said hands reached out to yours and took it as he made his way down the line.

“Father Abbott.” You acknowledged him quickly, as he now stood in front of you and shook your hand. He was gentler with you than the others and his touch lingered as he shook your hand.

“Oh, y’ know to call me Rhett. Y’ come here so often to help, I’d be hurt if we weren’t on a far more personal basis now.”

At Rhett’s words, you thought how could you be so foolish. He was right. Personal basis. Yes. We know each other on a personal basis.

Rhett leaned in closer to you to confess a secret that only the both of you were privy to, “Don’t tell the Youth Pastors who come ‘ere to help, but you’re my favorite.”

The closer proximity to Rhett made your breath hitch suddenly in your throat. You swallowed quick at his words to try and gather some salvia in your now parched throat.

You could smell his aftershave, thick with sandalwood, and notice all the little details on his face. At his confession, his face contorted into a smile you would only ever deem as sly. Small cuts and grazes that were fading in the crease of his eyes and above his lips as he smiled could be seen. There was stubble threatening to peak through along his jaw and you found yourself wondering again, what it would feel like on your soft flesh.

You kicked yourself again and replied sweetly, “thank you, Rhett. I’m honored to hear that.”

You mirrored his smile to show you were grateful, although it wasn’t as sly as Rhett wore. He stayed close in your presence for a handful more seconds and held your gaze, but to you it felt like hours. Rhett had this intoxicating way of drawing you in for prolonged periods of time, especially at his sermons.

Rhett parted his lips to speak and his tongue dipped out to wet his bottom lip. There was something on the tip of his tongue. Something he wanted to get out and ask you, but he pulled back completely as Rhett remembered he was in his Church and speaking to a flurry of civilians after his Sunday sermon.

“Thank you for coming today.”

“Thank you, Rhett. It was a lovely sermon.”

Was it on purpose that you added a flirtatious tone to his name? You weren’t sure. But did you notice how Rhett cocked his head and his teeth grazed over his bottom lip at his name being spoken by you?

You were never so sure of anything in your life.

For the next two hours, you spent it offering your help with the teas and coffees that were being handed out after. You insisted that you would finish everything up and as always, you were first in and last out. But more so you needed this time to scratch the itch that had creeped its way down your spine since Rhett shook your hand.

Everyone had gone home and the Church was empty. In a flurry, you ran to the bathrooms, slammed the cubicle door shut, hitched the skirt of your dress up and over your thighs and dipped your fingers into your underwear. You let out a moan that was mixed with relief as you finally grazed over your aching clit. In turn you let out a shaky breath that you didn’t know you had been holding in for so long. And with that, came his name.

“F— Fuck, Rhett…”

Your fingers came to a sharp stop as you heard a creak from outside your cubicle, but you reminded yourself this Church was old. You heard it creak and groan many a times, and your clit was throbbing underneath your fingertips so you threw caution to the wind and continued with your movements, letting out more sweet whines and his name over and over, like a prayer.

“Rhett, Rhett, Rhett…”

It was Monday morning when you awoke, the day after you had let your deepest and most sinful thought possess your body and soul. You peeled back your lace crocheted curtains and looked out at the morning sunrise.

A pallet of reds, blues and yellows streaked over the sky. When they mixed together in the middle, it reminded you of the many drinks of tequila you had sometime ago in college. When you would put on Hotel California and dance around, alone in your dorm. It was insane to you that you didn’t realise how free you felt.

Getting out of Wabang was a blessing in disguise that you never truly appreciated until you had to come back home. It was an old wives tale that the kids of Wabang would leave and come back in five years time. You always told yourself that would never be you, but yet here you were. Waking up in your childhood bedroom with fading posters, a cross nailed to your wall that still had the wallpaper in perfect colour behind it, bedsheets that were scratchy and most importantly, returning back to your faith as instructed to by your Mother and Father.

It was a constant battle between yourself that left you tossing and turning most nights. Was what you were doing the right thing? Did you want to return back to your faith? You had shunned it for so long and you begrudgingly returned to please your parents, but now, you had a reason that felt far more personal to you.

“Preacher Abbott.”

“Please, Rhett.” Rhett corrected you through the wall of the confessional booth.

Since the morning, your mind hadn’t stopped racing with thoughts of your return home and your actions of yesterday in the bathroom cubicle, and so you came back to the place where you could feel some sense of control. When you were sat in the confessional booth, you couldn’t see anyone and figuratively speaking, nobody knew your name.

Rhett spoke up again with his voice hushed and contained within these Holy walls, “Tell me, what brings y’ here?”

You breathed in and let the air fill your lungs before you confessed. Your fingers twitched together and jabbed at the corners of your fingernails. It was to distract yourself from the sins that you were about to admit, to the man that had been at the forefront of your mind for weeks on end.

“I— I feel lost, Rhett. Comin’ back here after being away for s’ long—”

“College, wasn’t it?”

It made your heart thrum in your chest that Rhett remembered such a detail.

“Yes. I borrowed everythin’ I could from my parents to live that life. I cried ‘nd begged them on my hands and knees—”

You heard Rhett shift in his seat at your words.

“—not to make me come back. God knows, I was livin’ out there ‘nd God knows I died comin’ back here. I’ve got nothin’ much to live for here. God knows I’ve tried to make it work.”

You let out a small, yet defeated sigh after you had confessed. But Rhett didn’t buy it. He clicked his tongue in turn and pushed you for more.

“There must be somethin’, otherwise y’ would’ve left by now. Somethin’ is makin’ you stay.”

You heard Rhett pause and clear his throat on the other side.

“Perhaps, somethin’, sinful?”

You could feel the memory of yesterday punch through your gut and you stopped breathing altogether. You held your breath tightly in your throat and scrunched your hands together within the material of your sundress. Your heart was beating hard in your chest, so hard you felt like it could fall from your ribs.

The thought of Rhett hearing, let alone seeing you, in the bathroom cubicle made something in your stomach flip. It aroused you more than you cared to admit.

“You’re a sinful little one, aren’t you, my sweet Lamb.”

Rhett broke the heavy tension first with his voice an octave lower than before and his Southern drawl coming through.

“Y’ don’t have to say anythin’. Y’ don’t have to fear me. Let there be light and draw t’ me ‘nd into my arms. I can keep y’ safe, I can make you a blessed Daughter of Abbott.”

Your breathing came out in stuttered waves and your eyes fluttered shut at Rhett’s guiding words. For the first time since you’d come home, you had a clear pathway ahead of you. It was running straight into the garden of Eden, with Rhett there to keep you safe.

“Yes, Father.”

Those words slipped from your trembling lips naturally and you had never felt so sure in your life. You felt your life light up and you were bound eternally to the Holy man on the other side of the wall.

“This will prove y’ devotion to me, my sweet Lamb. Touch yourself for me.”

There was no hesitation in both Rhett’s instructions and in your reaction. You knew then and there whatever Preacher Abbott proposed was for the good of God and you would obey. Neither of you would ever waver.

You shuffled back against the hard wood wall, as far as you could to allow your leg to come up and prop against the seat. Instinctively, you angled yourself towards the wall that was separating you both and you spread your thighs. Even through the wooden pattern on the divider, you could see Rhett shift in his seat and his heavy shadow of his face cover all light. The only light you saw was the glint of his eyes through the cracks, watching you like a lamb at the slaughter.

Although your hand was shaking as it ran down the curve of your thigh, as soon as it dipped under your underwear and you pressed your fingertip to your clit, the shaking ceased and you let out a soft moan. You ran calculated circles around your clit before dipping it in between your folds to gather your arousal and spread it around the rest of your cunt. When you dipped down and felt how wet you were already, you let out another small moan.

“Good girl. Pull it back f’ me, I want to see.” He practically purred.

Your other hand reached down and pulled your damp underwear to the side to expose your weeping cunt completely to Rhett. You heard him let out a deep and guttural groan, followed by the clinking of metal and a ruffle of material on his side of the confessional booth.

“Are y’ wet enough?”

“Yes, Father.”

“Good. I want y’ to push two fingers in, as far as they’ll go.”

You nodded and slipped your middle and ring finger past your lips and deep into your cunt. You whined out in response to your own touch and it was louder this time. The feeling of your two fingers moving along your walls, angling upwards to push against your sweet spot was heavenly. Knowing you were performing this for the good of God and for your Preacher, only made you buck your hips upwards to chase your own fingers.

“Atta’ girl. Don’t forget y’ sweet clit, my Lamb.”

You choked out a, “yes” at Rhett’s instruction and managed to move a pad of your finger around it. Your fingers moved in and out of yourself in rhythmic movements and curled perfectly. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge with every swipe of your swollen clit and guiding instruction from Rhett on the other side of the wall. Every so often you picked up low grunts from him and the sound of skin slapping against one another.

Your chest was heaving and flushed red as a result. A string of continual moans left your lips. The ache was growing as you moved the pad of your finger in figures of eight over your clit, and in unison grazed over the sweet spot inside of you. You were going to spill over anytime soon.

“Father, Father, Father!” The plea was drawn from your hoarse throat. You were begging Rhett for something, but you didn’t quite know what yet.

You kept yourself teetering on the edge and awaiting his instruction for whatever he wanted to happen next. You were completely drawn to him and he had you like a puppet on strings.

Rhett was heavy in his own breathing and you heard him grunt the final words that you were waiting for.

“That’s it, good girl. Come f’ me, fuck— Come f’ me, m’love.”

At his final guidance, you swiped your finger twice more over your clit and it was all you needed to feel your orgasm wash over you in a warm glow. A sweet sounding moan tore from your throat and a name you had never uttered before.

“Shit, Daddy!”

Your hips bucked up into your own palm and your bore down onto the heel of your hand and rubbed your clit feverishly on your flesh as you rode out the feeling. Your eyebrows were knitted tightly together and your jaw was completely slack. As you hurtled through the euphoric feeling, you had closed your eyes to swim in it completely, but when you opened them again the heavy shadow of Rhett wasn’t next to you anymore.

Your head flicked to the right when the door to your side of the confessional booth was thrown open and Rhett stood in the doorway. The sight of his own cock heavy in his hands, red and aching, made you mewl in response and you turned your bare and slick cunt towards him.

In one stride, Rhett had crossed the threshold into the confessional booth with you. His hand was stretched upwards and planted firmly above you and caged you in completely. His other hand was jerking at his cock over your cunt and his eyes were fixated on the precious sight before him. Rhett’s jaw was set firm, with his own eyebrows mirroring yours and knitted tightly together in concentration. Strands of his hair had fallen to lick at his forehead that had a light sheen of sweat coating his flesh.

Rhett let out a deep groan as he fisted his aching cock twice more, “F— Fuck.”

At his strained words, his release fell onto your cunt and dripped down and into your underwear. He ran his hand up and over his length a couple more times to let the last of his hot cum fall from his tip.

Your breathing matched up with one another’s as you both came down from your own highs. Rhett released his braced hand from against the wall and brought it down to cradle at your flushed cheek. His face had relaxed completely as he bathed in his own afterglow. All he wore was a soft smile.

“Keep my spend in y’ underwear. It’s the seal from God to finalize you as a Daughter of Abbott.”

“Yes, Father.”

Rhett cocked his head and his eyes narrowed ever so slightly, as if he was scolding a child.

“Sorry. Yes, Daddy.”

You corrected yourself instantly and shook your head in response to making such a foolish mistake.

“Better, my sweet Lamb.” Rhett ran his thumb over the baby hairs that lay on your cheek in soothing motions.

Finally, you could feel those calloused fingers on your soft flesh in ways you had only dreamed of. Your heart lurched at his touch and at his final words.

“You’re bound to me forever now.”

His words were sticky honey and you’d fallen right into his guiding embrace. A lost little lamb who had finally found their shepherd.

And this was only the beginning. You were about to travel far out West with your Preacher.

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― 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓!

༉‧₊˚. team free will loves you, no matter what size you are.

⋆ the one who hesitates — dean winchester

⋆ the period blues — sam winchester

⋆ my angel — castiel

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Mientras Respiro, Espero Series Masterlist

“Mientras Respiro, Espero”: Spanish for “while I breathe, I wait.”

Pairing: Firefighter AU Dean Winchester x Nurse!Plus-Size!Mexican!Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester, a firefighter with a reputation for casual flings, finds himself longing for something more meaningful in his life. Meanwhile, you, a stubborn surgical intern, are trying to escape your past in California. When Dean loses a bet and is tasked with cleaning the trucks, your paths cross unexpectedly. Little do both of you know meeting each other would cause some problems.

THIS IS MY FIRST AU! Nine SPN characters will make their appearances: Sam, Mary, and John Winchester, Castiel as "Cas Novak," Cassie Robinson, Benny Lafitte, Bobby Singer, Rufus Turner, Charlie Bradbury, and more!

Series Tags/Warnings: (**15+ only!) There will be a lot of heart, a lot of fun, tense situations, emotional baggage, a slow-burn romance, drama, heartbreak, protective Dean, and playing house. Rating for language, VERY sensitive topics, perilous situations, and other chapter-specific tags.

A/N: Hello, lovelies!! I hope all of you enjoy reading this, it’s a cute little series and it hits a little close to home. Please take into consideration that this is my first ever series and won’t be perfect. Inspiration credits to @zepskies series “Smoke Eater.” 🚒🧯😊

To get to know the characters and have some context, here’s the introduction.

Part 1: Who’s Aftaid of Little Old Me?

Part 2: There She Goes (Again)

Part 3: I Can Do It With A Broken Heart

Part 4: I Know It’s Over

Part 5: It’s Never Over

Part 6: I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)

Part 7: Try And Love Again

Part 8: If You Could Read My Mind

Part 9: Just Like A Woman

Part 10: Paper Rings

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Post-Hunt Comfort

Summary - Part 5 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic)

Warnings - mentions of periods, nausea, smut (nothing too graphic, just mentioned), mild swearing

Word Count: 1883

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A/N - G’day guys, I just wanna start by thanking you for all the likes, reblogs and follows since my last post, I really appreciate it. I hope you like this one too. This one gets a little emotional, I literally cried while writing it. And remember my inbox is always open for requests or even if you just wanna chat. Until next week, enjoy!

You wake up feeling groggy, yet better. You take in your surroundings slowly, noting the cold empty bed, your laptop beside you playing soothing music, and the lack of other movement or sounds. As you sit up you notice the weapons bag is also gone, having left just your silver knife that Dean had gifted you with both of your initials engraved on the blade, and your gun on the nightstand for emergencies. Your stomach sinks realising they must’ve gone hunting the nest on their own while you were sleeping. You knew Dean would be itching to get it over and done with so you could go back to the bunker and rest off your “worst-ever period” in comfort. But still, you wish he would’ve waited or at least let you know. That’s when your eyes land on a folded note on your nightstand beside your gun.

Good evening my love,

I hope you slept well and are feeling better. I left a bowl of soup in the fridge for you, just heat it up and eat what you can. Also, help yourself to the chocolate that’s in there too, and make sure to stay hydrated. Maybe even take a nice warm bath. Then cuddle with your new bunny. I made sure it’s nice and soft and cuddly, just how you like.

Sam and I will be back as soon as we can. I love you.

Dean xx

Dean had never been the type to leave you letters, he was more the quick, shorthand text type. But you loved the letter and you planned to treasure it. You shut your laptop and then got up to follow his careful instructions.

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You start to stress when the sun goes down and you’re still alone. You’d taken the time to do everything outlined in Dean’s note, including having a nice long soak in the tub with the lavender bath bomb that you found sitting on the bathroom sink. Another thoughtful gift left by your fiancé no doubt. And you’d quite enjoyed yourself, you felt so relaxed and much better all around. But when you notice how dark it is outside all that relaxation drains away, replaced by the stress of wondering where the boys are and if they are even alive.

You clutch your new stuffed bunny to your chest as you sit on your bed waiting. You pick up your phone multiple times willing for them to call or text saying they are on their way. When you’re not checking your phone, you’re staring at the door, listening for the purr of that much comforting engine.

An hour passes and still nothing. You start to feel sick again; your stomach’s in knots. Tears creep down your cheeks.

I can’t do this alone. I can’t do this alone.

Out of desperation and utter fear that the love of your life and his brother may actually be dead, you decide to pray to the one good angel you know.

Castiel, if you can hear me please bring my boys home safe. Please, I just need to know they’re safe. Please protect them. I can’t lose them. Please, Cass, bring my boys back to me.

You lose track of time as you continue to pray and cry for your boys. You don’t know what time it is when Dean, Sam and Cass walk in. Dean’s arms are around you within seconds, his lips leaving kisses all over your face and neck as he promises he’s safe and apologises for scaring you.

“There were more than we anticipated, but it’s okay. We’re both okay. I’m okay. I’m right here, sweetheart. I promise we’re gonna go home first thing in the morning. Back to the comfort and safety of the bunker, okay? Thanks for calling Cass, by the way. He’s no substitute for your badass but he did save our asses, so thank you. You’re always saving me.”

You hug him even tighter, sobbing into his chest as he holds you just as tight. Dean takes a deep breath as he leans down to kiss along the exposed skin of your neck.

“You smell amazing, sweetheart. Did you enjoy that bath bomb? I’ll have to buy another one so I can enjoy it with you next time.”

A small smile graces your face at his words; he always knows exactly how to make you feel better. You move your head slightly, and Dean takes full advantage of the extra available skin.

“I can’t wait to get you back to the bunker. It’s been way too long, baby girl,” he groans lowly into your neck.

Suddenly, you feel super aware of your surroundings and how on show you are, with Sam and Cass sitting at the table across the room talking. You can feel Dean’s growing excitement against your thigh through his jeans. “Dean, baby.”

Dean pulls away reluctantly and looks up at you, he groans. “I know, I know. I’m gonna go have a cold shower, then we can cuddle and get some sleep.”

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You wake up to the feeling of Dean’s lips on your neck and his hands tickling the bare skin of your stomach where your tank top had ridden up overnight.

“Hmmm, I could get used to waking up like this.”

“Good morning, beautiful, sleep well? How’re you feeling? You feel a little bloated still, how’re your cramps?”

“I feel better, for now at least.”

“I’m glad to hear that. What do you want for breakfast, let me take you out … uh, if you’re up for it. We haven’t even properly celebrated our engagement yet.”

“Dean…”

Dean helps you turn around in your arms before sitting up. He takes your left hand in his running his fingers over the ring. “You did mean it when you said yes, right?”

“What?”

“I mean, you’ve been a little distant ever since. You’re not talking to me like you usually do. Are we okay? Did I move too fast? If you’re not ready…”

“Dean, baby, of course, I meant it,” you say as you take a quick glance around the room, finding the other bed, table and couch empty. You figure Sam must be out on his morning run so you climb onto Dean’s lap. You wrap your arms around his neck as he just watches you. You bring your lips to him, pecking him lightly before deepening the kiss, Dean instantly kisses back. One hand holding the back of your head, pulling you closer while the other grips your waist, urging you to grind against his slight morning wood. Your lips are swollen and his hands are at the hem of your shirt pulling it up when you hear the doorknob turn. You pull away quickly and race into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. You hear Dean groan in frustration before you turn the water on.

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It’s 6 pm when you pull into another dingy motel room in Dallas, Texas. Thankfully, you weren’t here for a hunt, you just couldn’t stand another 8 hours in the car yet, you needed a break. You were feeling uncharacteristically car sick, which luckily Dean was still attributing to your so-called terrible period.

Once you’re all settled in the room Sam offers to go for a supply and dinner run, and you opt to go with him much to your fiancé’s dismay. You knew that despite your best efforts this morning he was still feeling a little dejected. Every time your eyes met in the rearview mirror during the day all you could see was concern. Those looks used to be filled with love and cheekiness. You were starting to worry that you would lose him. But you just didn’t have the strength or energy to do anything about it. Between the waves of nausea, heartburn and your all-over-the-place emotions, you didn’t have the capacity for anything that Dean wanted or needed from you, not to mention the lack of privacy.

As you walk through the gas mart with Sam you can’t help but stop in front of the pregnancy tests, debating whether to take one. You know once you do there will be no hiding it from Dean, while you’re not certain you can keep playing it off as a period with no bloody pads or tampons to dispose of. But you know if you bring the test back he will surely see it. You’re just not sure you’re ready for that conversation yet.

Just as you almost convince yourself to grab one, Sam comes up behind you. “You talk to Dean yet?”

You shake your head and cross your arms over your chest, walking out of the aisle.

“What are you so afraid of? That he’ll leave? Have you seen how he is with you? There’s zero chance he does that! He’s loyal to a fault and he loves you. Yeah, he might be a little shocked or concerned. But he’ll also be so excited to take that jump with you. I know my brother, Y/N.”

You know in your heart Sam is right, but you can’t bring yourself to do it. You walk outside empty-handed and lean on Baby’s hood while you wait for Sam to pay. Suddenly a wave of nausea hits you and you keel over emptying your lunch and stomach bile on the road. As you stand up, you look around taking in all the concerned and disgusted faces watching you from around the parking lot. You feel so sore and embarrassed and you can’t stop the tears from falling. Within minutes Sam’s arms are around you as he helps you into the car before moving around to the driver’s seat.

You bring your knees up to your chest on the seat and bury your head into them during the silent drive back to the motel. When you get back you rush in, walking straight past Dean and into the bathroom locking the door. You brush your teeth and then strip before sitting on the floor in the shower and bawling your eyes out for what feels like hours.

You’re not sure what Sam told Dean to stop him from barging in and holding you, but part of you is grateful. Part of you knows you’re deliberately pushing him away out of guilt. But part of you wants nothing more than to confide in him and have him hold you tight while you cry and hold your hair back while you’re sick.

After a while, you pick yourself up, wash your face and drag yourself out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. When you come out, Dean’s sitting on one bed reading something on your laptop and Sam’s on the other mirroring his actions. You cautiously make your way over to the bed where Dean’s sitting slipping under the covers, not even bothering to remove the damp towel or get dressed. You sense Dean stiffen beside you, no doubt heavily debating the right move; whether to join you under the covers and hold you or give you space. In the end, giving you space wins out and you bury your head in the blanket as you silently cry yourself to sleep, still feeling sick to your stomach.

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