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Face Your Fears

Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: You get into a fight with your brothers, but your recklessness that follows creates problems for everyone.

“You were hunting before you were my age! I don’t get why—“

“It doesn’t matter if you get it or not! I said no!”

Sam rushed to the library when he heard his siblings’ voices raised in argument.

“What’s going on in here?” He asked, trying to keep a calm and neutral tone.

“She—“ Dean started, but you cut him off.

“Dean is being completely unfair!”

“Ok, ok, calm down,” Sam sighed.

“Calm down?! You two are off all the time, actually helping people, putting your lives on the line, and I’m—“

“Exactly! You don’t need to be putting yourself in danger like that!” Dean interrupted.

“It’s what you do! And I sit here and read books!”

“Don’t downplay what you do,” Sam said. “We need you here.”

“But I could do so much more out there with you!” You argued. “I’ve been training, I know I can help!”

“Yeah, or you’d screw it up and get killed, and I don’t need your blood on my hands!” Dean exploded.

The silence that followed was deafening.

“Dean—“ Sam tried to speak up, but you interrupted him.

“So that’s it, really? You think I’m some kind of screw up?” You scoffed, and continued before Dean could speak. “It’s not like you’re perfect! You’ve screwed up the world before, and no one’s stopped you from going out to screw it up again!”

“Y/N—“ again Sam’s attempt to calm the situation was met with resistance.

“Well fine then, if I’m too much of a screw up for you, then I’ll get out of your way!” You shoved past your brothers and beelined for your room, slamming the door behind you.

…

Your brothers didn’t try to go after you. They were probably angry. You knew you went too far with what you said to Dean, but he called you a screw up; were you just supposed to take that and not say anything back?

It didn’t matter either way. You didn’t want them to try to talk to you, because you had something to do.

You had a hunt to go on.

You’d been researching one before you went to ask Dean about joining the next one; since he’d said no, you would take this one whether he liked it or not. And you were going alone.

…

It wasn’t hard to sneak out—back when you lived in motels, it would have been almost impossible to leave without one of your brothers waking up, but with the bunker it was easy.

You didn’t take the Impala—that would be too far, even for this rebellious streak. Instead, you took a cab to the next town over; you had struck gold, finding a hunt so close. It was pretty simple, too; three victims with hearts ripped out, definitely a werewolf. You had more silver bullets than you’d need packed up with a couple of guns in a duffel at your feet.

Dean was wrong about you, you could do this. After all, how hard could one little werewolf be?

…

Dean was right, and you were suffering the consequences of being wrong.

You struggled to pull your phone from your pocket, your fingers fumbling as your phone slipped around in your blood-soaked hands. Your breathing was labored, and every breath brought stabs of pain to your slashed-up abdomen.

You hadn’t noticed the signs of the second werewolf, so determined were you on taking the first one down. You hadn’t even seen him until he’d been right on you, ripping into your stomach. You’d had your gun in your hand, and by some miracle you’d managed to fire off a round into the werewolf on top of you, but not before he’d injured you pretty bad.

You finally got the phone in your hand, and you didn’t hesitate to press Dean’s number. You held the phone just slightly away from your face, wary of irritation the cuts on your cheek.

The phone barely had time to ring before Dean’s voice flooded your senses.

“Where are you?” His voice came out in a growl.

“D-De…” you hadn’t realized you were crying until you had to push your voice out past your tears.

“Sweetheart?” Dean’s anger was gone in a second when he heard your pained voice. “What’s going on?”

“I’m-I’m sorry, De,” you sobbed. “You were right, I’m-I’m sorry.”

“Shh shh, hey,” Dean soothed. “It’s alright sweetheart, I forgive you. Just tell me where you are and I’ll come get you.”

“I-I turned on my phone’s location,” you said. “Ple-please hurry. It hurts…”

Dean tried to ask you more, but a bang from somewhere nearby had you flinching, and the phone slipped out of your soaked hands and shattered on the concrete floor. You realized it was only your own gun, slipping off the table you’d laid it on. But it was too late; your phone was broken, and you had no way to call Dean back.

You could only hope that the tracker would still work.

…

Dean broke both the law and probably some speed records getting to your location. Sam was in the passenger seat, a first aid kit in his lap as he held on for dear life.

“I should’ve known she’d do something stupid,” Dean grunted.

“Dean, you couldn’t have known,” Sam reasoned. “And blaming yourself isn’t going to help her.”

Dean didn’t speak, and the rest of the ride was tensely silent.

“Here,” Sam said as navigator. “Turn left here, and she should be close by.”

Dean swerved the Impala to the left and screeched to a halt in an empty parking lot near a warehouse. Sam was right at his heels as he burst into the warehouse.

“De?” Your pained voice echoed throughout the building, so that it took Dean a moment to find you. When he did, he swore his heart skipped three beats. You were sitting in a pool of your own blood, propped up against the wall. Dean rushed to you, kneeling next to you and almost slipping in your blood.

“Hey, hey,” his voice was a mixture of soothing and panic as he brushed your blood-stained hair away from your face. “Alright sweetheart, tell Doctor Dean where it hurts.”

It was a pathetic joke, but you laughed anyway; Dean’s jokes always made you laugh.

But your laugh sent you to a fit of coughing. Dean winced as he examined the long gashes on your stomach.

“Ok, you’re ok,” Dean leaned back in relief when he saw that it wasn’t too deep; you’d be ok. “But I’m gonna have to carry you to the car, ok? Brace yourself.”

You gritted your teeth and clenched your fists, but you still couldn’t hold back the cry of pain when Dean lifted you into his arms.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” Dean cringed. “I’m sorry. You’re gonna be ok.”

Dean laid you on your back in the backseat of the Impala, before taking the first aid kit from Sam and retrieving a needle and thread.

“Can’t we just bandage it up?” You whimpered, already squirming away from the needle. Dean’s finger froze for a second before he shook his head, his features softening. Both brothers were very aware of your fear of needles, but sometimes it couldn’t be helped.

“Sorry sweetheart, it’s gotta be stitched. Just close your eyes, it’ll feel worse if you watch.”

You closed your eyes, trusting your brother completely. However, before he could make the first stitch, your eyes popped open and you grabbed into his wrist.

“Wait,” you said. “I-I…I wanted to say I’m sorry.”

“Hey,” Dean sighed. “I’m sorry too. I said some things that…that I didn’t mean. You aren’t a screw up, ok?”

“What do you call this?” You gestured to your own banged up body.

“Inexperience,” Dean answered. “And you never should’ve been out here alone. Going solo on your first hunt is never a good idea.”

“I’m sorry about that, too,” you mumbled.

“It’s ok, kiddo. Maybe later we…we can talk about you tagging along on one of our hunts.”

“Really?” You grinned.

“Later,” Dean said sternly. “After you’re all better. Now let me get to this.”

As Dean lifted the needle, you closed your eyes again. You felt Sam’s large hand grab onto yours, and you squeezed his hand gratefully, holding on as Dean started to stitch you up.

“I didn’t really think you would screw up the hunts,” Dean said as he worked. “I just…I don’t want you out there. It’s dangerous, and I…I’m scared something will happen to you. But I guess I can’t keep you from it if it’s what you really want.”

“It is,” you said. “I want to do what you guys do. I want to help people, and I wanna be with you guys.”

“Ok then,” Dean said, tying off the stitches and patting your side to let you know he was done. You opened your eyes, and he smiled at you.

“I guess I’ll just have to face my fears.”

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butter-cream33 · 6 months

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"Yeah... I hope so."

PAIRING: Sam Winchester x Reader x Dean Winchester

SUMMARY: You're caught when hunting a vampire nest with Sam and Dean, but... They get there too late. You were hopeful... until you saw the reaper sitting in the back seat.

WORD & CHAR COUNT: 3,293 - 13,774

PAIRING: Sam Winchester x Reader x Dean Winchester

TAGS: Blood / Death / Wounds

AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's been a while since I've uploaded! I hope you guys cry when reading this(but in a good way ,yk?).

I could barely keep my eyes open. Everything was sore, and I was cold…

We’d been hunting this vampire nest for two weeks. We thought we had it under control, that it was just a tiny, well-hidden nest that we could empty in one swoop. However, we couldn’t have been more wrong. Despite these vampires all looking young, they were very, very old. They were experienced, they were skilled, and they were smart. By the time I realized what we were really dealing with, it was too late.

I had picked up my phone to call Sam and Dean, but just as they answered the phone, a rag was shoved against my mouth. It wasn’t long at all before I found myself losing consciousness.

I’d been tied up in their nest for hours, my wrists bound together and keeping me suspended by a hook mounted on a beam.

By now, my hands were numb. My feet were a few inches off of the ground, just enough to make me feel like this rope was going to rip my hands off. I had cuts and bites all over my body. Some of these wounds, they didn’t even use… They just hurt me for fun. They’d watch my blood drip on the floor only to laugh in my face. It took hours for me to finally get myself to stop crying. I didn’t want to give them a reaction anymore, despite how hard it was. It was so hard.

I was stuck there for ages. I couldn’t tell how long, I just knew it was long enough for it to get dark, then light again… A whole night in this disgusting basement.

Thankfully, they got… bored of me.

They left the basement, now hanging out upstairs. I could hear them talking, but I wasn’t able to make out the words. All I could do was wait.

But what was I waiting for?

For Sam and Dean to bust in?

Those vampires to come back?

To bleed out?

I was wasting my time with the hopeful wish that they’d save me. I knew what was happening. My hands and feet had gone numb, my skin was white, and I felt cold. I felt so, so cold. My mouth was so dry and my lips were chapped and bleeding. They had almost bled me dry. All I could do now was stare at the bloody, dirty floor.

I finally raised my head as I heard a loud crash upstairs. It was followed by shouting, a few gunshots, and more crashes.

My eyes drooped, shutting for a few seconds. It was getting harder to keep them open. Although, my hope rose alongside the volume of the fighting upstairs. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so hopeless about the possibility of Sam and Dean not showing up. They were here. We were going to be okay.

“...S-Sam…!” I called out, but it was barely audible. My voice was raspy, nothing more than a coarse whisper.

“Sam! D-De–” I burst into a coughing fit, splattering more blood on the floor. “Dean!”

I could feel the tears start running down my face. The relief of their arrival washed over me, my chest aching as I sobbed their names.

“Y/N!”

I heard them calling from upstairs. It wasn’t much longer— I saw the door to the basement come flying down the stairs. They knocked it clean off of its hinges. Their boots made loud thuds against the wooden boards of the stairs, the two of them nearly toppling over each other to get down.

“Y/N!” Sam shouted as he got to me first.

I let out a heavy sigh of relief as his large hands cupped my face by my jaw, my head resting in his palms. I couldn’t stop myself from sobbing, giving him a weak smile through my tears. He pulled my eyelid up, checking me. I knew he was just checking to see if I was turning— but I just wanted to leave as soon as possible. Dean raised his knife, cutting the rope on my wrists. I dropped, but Sam quickly caught me.

“The hell are we waiting for? Let’s fucking go–” Dean barked the order, gesturing for us to get out. “–She needs a damn hospital.”

Both of their faces twisted with worry as I groaned in pain, my hands cramping as the blood was able to flow through them again.

After seeing this, Sam didn’t waste another second. He scooped me up, holding me against his body with my legs on his hips and my arms over his shoulders. He didn’t care how much blood got him— Not that I had much left, anyway. One of his hands supported me, the other firmly holding the back of my head as my chin rested on his shoulder. As the three of us left the house, I watched over his shoulder, seeing a dozen dead vampires all over the floor. I simply closed my eyes, gritting my teeth.

The two rushed me to the Impala, Sam still clutching me as he got in the car. Dean didn’t wait one second more, revving the engine as he sped out of the driveway.

“Y/N?” Sam croaked, “Hey-hey-hey—” He sheepishly repeated the word as he looked at my face, gently patting the side of my face. “Stay with us– Okay? Keep your eyes open. Dean!” He shouted at Dean, the worry in his voice becoming one of rage. Rather than snapping back at Sam for shouting, the engine roared as Dean gassed it. The Impala raced down the road as fast as it could go. It was hard to hear the two of them talking over the engine with the way my head was spinning.

“Sam…?” I took a breath.

“Give her some water.” Dean shoved a water bottle against Sam, not taking his eyes off of the road.

“Tilt your head back, okay?” Sam spoke softly to me. Even then, I could still hear the pain in his voice. He was afraid, his eyes glistening as tears welled in his eyes. “Drink this.” Sam carefully held the water bottle to my lips, slowly tilting it so as not to give me too much at one time. I eagerly drank it, raising my blood-soaked hand to hold the bottle. He shook his head as I did.

“Don’t worry about that– I’ve got you.”

Once he pulled the bottle away, I took a deep breath. “I’m—” I gritted my teeth, “–I’m sorry… I was going to call–”

“Don’t worry about that.” Dean shook his head as he drove.

“I was— was going to call you.” I cried, “I f-found out where they w-were– I– I was going to call you, but they f-found me… I’m sorry.”

“I said don’t worry about that, you understand me?” Dean raised his voice. “We’re getting you to the hospital. They’re gonna fix you.”

I drew in a shaky breath, but it turned into a coughing fit. I could only watch as my blood hit Sam’s face. He didn’t even flinch, he just carefully pushed my hair out of my face, still choking back tears. I knew what was happening. I was never going to make it to the hospital— Not with that reaper sitting in the back seat, her eyes on me with a sorrowful expression.

“…Pull over.”

The silence that came was… tense. I could cut through glass with it. Both of them stared at me in shock, but I could see it in their eyes. They knew. They could tell. With how many times they watched someone die, this was nothing new.

The Impala slowed down a bit as Dean glared at me. He followed my gaze, seeing that I was looking in the back of the car.

He’d had his own experience with reapers, or at least enough to know there was one waiting for me.

“You leave her the hell alone!” He screamed, hopelessly swinging his gun into the backseat and firing off useless shots.

“Dean!” Sam shouted at him, pulling me tighter against him as he watched Dean snap.

Dean’s gun clicked as he ended up emptying the clip. He threw it into the floor of the car, turning to face the wheel again. He was gripping the wheel so hard his knuckles were white, revving the engine again as he swerved around a corner. Of course, the Reaper hadn’t moved an inch. She was still sitting there, the bullets had gone through her like mist.

“Dean… Please p-pull over.” I sucked air through my teeth, fighting to keep my eyes open.

“We’re getting you to the hospital, that’s it.” He argued, not wanting to stop the car. My pleas for him to pull over went in one ear and out the other. Meanwhile, Sam just did his best to comfort me, desperately finding anything he could to stop the bleeding. Napkins from the glove box, gauze from the first aid kit, and t-shirts from his bag. Although… none of it was enough. By now, Sam’s large hands were stained red with my blood. The seat was soaked and sticky, along with his clothes.

“De… Dean, I–” Sam’s voice cracked as he tried not to cry, staring down at me, “I can’t… It won’t–”

He rambled through broken whispers, trying to form sentences. It was hard to even make out his words anymore as my head was spinning.

I slowly looked at the reaper again. This time, she was leaning forward, her hands gently holding the backside of the front seat.

“…Are you staying? Or are you coming with me?” Her voice was sad. She didn’t sound like she wanted to take me with her, but it was her job. She had to. “I’m sure you’ve dealt with enough ghosts to know what happens if you stay, but… it’s your choice. I’ll understand.”

I gasped as I tried not to burst into tears– not that I had the energy to do it anyway.

“I…” I croaked, “Do I have time to say goodbye?’

The reaper slowly nodded, “Yes, but… Only goodbye.”

I nodded as I took in what she was saying. There was no way I was getting out of this. As I looked away from her, I could see Sam looking down at me with wide eyes, glaring like a deer in headlights. Dean was doing the same, the car slowing down. Even though they couldn’t hear or see the reaper, all they had to do was hear what I said to realize that it was time for me to go.

The Impala slowly pulled to a stop on the side of the road as we parked.

“S-Sam?”

Sam sniffled, pushing his hair out of his face as he tried to hold his composure together, “Yeah? What is it?” His voice cracked as he spoke. His face was soaked, shiny from the tears that ran down and dripped onto his clothes.

“Can… Can we sit on the hood? I don’t want the last thing I see to be the ceiling of the car.” I gave a weak laugh which came out as more of a wheeze.

Both of them nodded, agreeing as they hurried out of the car. Dean got out first, coming around to open the door while Sam did his best to pick me up without hurting me anymore. He carefully climbed out of the car, cradling me as he steadied himself in the tall grass beside the road. Sam then took slow steps to the hood of the car, gently laying me in the middle of it, his jacket hanging around me like a blanket. The two of them just stood beside the car, staring at me beside one another, mournful looks on their faces.

“Hey, D-Dean?”

He didn’t say anything, but he raised his chin a bit as I spoke to him.

“Can you put our song on the r-radio?”

Sam sputtered as he choked up a smile, looking off to the side as he put his bloody hand over his mouth. Dean kept up his usual stoic expression, trying to detach himself as he nodded his head and got back in the car.

“S-Sam— Come on…”

“…What?” He looked a bit confused, struggling to think straight.

I patted the hood of the car, leaving a red handprint on the black paint. His lip trembled as he tried to keep his smile, taking a reluctant step to the car. He carefully climbed onto the hood of the car with me, lying next to me. The car rocked a bit, tilting with his weight. His hand then planted on my leg, making sure I didn’t slide at all. I gave a weary smile and placed my hand over his. Sam could hardly look at me, just looking up at the sky as we interlocked our fingers.

It wasn’t long before the radio kicked on, “Simple Man” by Lynyrd Skynyrd playing. While Sam, Dean, and I all had very different tastes in music, we all had one song we liked— and this was it. We’d all sing along in the car, laughing as we couldn’t hit notes and lacked any sense of melody, just three idiots screaming lyrics in a car with smiles on our faces.

Dean got out of the car, closing the door as he then climbed onto the hood with us. I reached my other hand over, holding his hand as well.

We all just laid there, Sam on my right, Dean on my left, and nothing but the stars to keep us company. Given that we were out in the countryside, there was hardly any light pollution. We could see the moon and stars for miles and miles… I took it in for a moment, closing my eyes and letting out a deep breath. As I did, I felt both of them flinch. Without opening my eyes, I just smiled and croaked again,

“Not— Not dead yet.”

I could feel the relief from them as their grip on my hands tightened.

“D-Dean?”

“Yeah?” He spoke quietly, not moving.

“Stop… Stop being a statue for five minutes, g-got it? Y-You’re making your brother look like a b-baby.”

We all gave a soft chuckle as I spoke, Dean finally cracking.

“I just—” He sucked air through his teeth, “We don’t want you to go.”

“I know.” I choked on my words. By now, I knew the reaper was pushing it for me. This was taking more time than just a goodbye.

“Can I tell you something?” The words grated out of Sam’s throat.

“Yeah, what?” I turned to look at him.

“I… I love you.”

We all laid there in silence for a moment, taking in what Sam said. A few seconds went by before Dean slowly pulled his hand away from mine, seeming he wanted to distance himself afterward.

“I wasn’t sure for a while, I… I thought I was just being stupid, but… I’m sure now, and I wish I knew before this happened.”

I gave Sam a tearful smile, squeezing his hand tightly. “I… I love you too, Sam.”

We both gave weary laughs, Sam rolling on his side to face me. He leaned over me, gently placing his hand on my cheek. I looked at him through droopy eyes, eventually closing them as he leaned in and kissed me. It was short… but sweet. I was happy that he’d decided to actually tell me, rather than leaving me wondering.

Although, I didn’t want to leave Dean alone like that.

“Dean?” I looked over at him. He was just staring at the sky, his hands balled into tight fists over his stomach. “What’s wrong?”

“It doesn’t matter now.” He shook his head with a weary smirk, “No point.”

“It does matter, Dean.” I reached over, placing my hand over the top of his fist. He still wouldn’t look at me. “Now is absolutely the time, I mean… There won’t be a later.”

Dean closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath as he finally coughed up the words. “Sammy beat me to it.”

It took me a second, but I eventually pieced together what he meant. Sam had just confessed to me, but Dean… He did too. They were both in love with me. I wasn’t sure what to do, but I didn’t have the time to think about it, so… I might as well go out with a bang.

“I… Dean, look at me.”

Dean begrudgingly opened his eyes, looking over at me. His eyes were glazed over with tears, one finally rolling down his cheek. It was getting harder for him to hold it in.

“I love you, too.” I squeezed his hand a bit.

He looked a bit confused, but… He slowly took the same action as Sam, partially rolling on his side.

“But… You just said—”

“I know.”

“Then wh–”

“F… Fuck being normal, right?” I coughed as I laughed, “If I’m— If I’m going out, I–I’m going happy.”

I expected them to bicker, get angry, maybe cry, but… They didn’t. Sam squeezed my hand, Dean interlocking fingers with my other hand once again. He followed Sam’s steps, leaning in as he kissed me. I was happy that they didn’t question it, seeming to understand what I meant about not being normal. For all the years we’d been hunting together, I was stuck in the middle. I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to pursue Sam, or whether I wanted to go for Dean… I felt selfish to want both of them like this, but right now, I felt like I had the right to be a little bit selfish.

As Dean pulled away, he put his forehead to mine, taking a sharp breath. His hand was shaking.

We all slowly laid back down, just looking up at the sky, hand in hand, smiles and blood on our faces, and tears running down our cheeks.

“S-Sam, you get my necklace, okay?”

“Are you sure…?”

“Yeah… I’m sure.” I nodded, sighing. “And— And Dean, you get my b-bracelet.”

“Y-You both have to promise me something.” I knew I was running out of time. The reaper was out of the car now. She was standing beside the car, her hands across as she looked at me. I took in a deep breath, “No deals. No crossroads demons, no witchcraft, no summoning… None of it. Okay…?”

I thought my hands were going to break as they both squeezed them, taking sharp breaths of their own.

“I promise.” Sam’s voice shattered as he gasped, putting his other hand over his mouth again.

“Promise.” Dean tightened his fist, pressing it against the car.

We all took in a deep breath, our hands shaking. I closed my eyes, a weak smile on my face. By now, I couldn’t hold out any longer. I wasn’t even sure I had legs at this point, they were cold and I couldn’t move them anymore.

When I opened my eyes again, I wasn’t lying on the hood of the car. I was standing in front of it, looking at myself. The reaper had her hand on my shoulder, gently squeezing it.

“I… So…” I didn’t know what to say. “I’m ready to go.”

The reaper gave me a mournful smile, “I’m glad you chose to come with me. I don’t think they could bear seeing you as a spirit.”

“Yeah… I just– Are they going to be okay?” I looked at her.

She sighed, “…No. They won’t be, but they’ll manage. They always do, huh?”

I glanced back at them. By now they were sitting up, looking down at my lifeless body, still clutching my hands as they did their best not to break down.

“Yeah… I hope so.”

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destieltropecollection · 1 year

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DESTIEL TROPE COLLECTION 2023 | DAY 31 | Fake Dating

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Rating: Mature Word Count: 27,637 Main Tags/Warnings: canon divergence (season 14), de-aging, kid jack, fake relationship, pining, getting together, case fic Summary: With elementary school parents falling mysteriously ill in Pennsylvania, a little magical aid allows a de-aged Jack and devoted single father Cas to play the perfect bait. However, a misunderstanding shortly after arriving leaves Dean reluctantly saddled with undercover parenthood right along with Cas. Now Dean has to survive the petty drama of suburbia while trying to track down whatever’s responsible for targeting parents in the community - and navigating his feelings about the family he didn’t think he’d ever get to have.

Lavender Pines | @thisisapaige

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 30,609 Main Tags/Warnings: Fake/Pretend Relationship (Platonic Cas & Rowena), Secret Relationship (Sam/Rowena), Idiots to Lovers (Cas/Dean), Case Fic, Post-Episode: s12e11 Regarding Dean Summary: Rowena calls Sam, asking for help. Her former lover, the powerful witch Leon O'Leary, has something of hers and she wants it back. When Sam agrees to help, the last thing he expects is for her to pull out a ring and propose. To Cas. Cas and Rowena move into the wealthy suburb of Lavender Pines and work to become the most well-liked newlywed couple on the block. Sam and Dean support them from the bunker. It’s a milk run of a case. Simple. Easy. It’s not.

#destiel trope collection #destiel trope collection 2023 #destiel #fanfic #fake dating #day 31

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winchquinn · 8 months

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Hi everyone! I took a break from taking on new roleplay partners, but now I’m open to taking on a few more!

I will give you:

An incredibly patient 30-year-old partner who likes to plot and chat

Plots that are a mix of romance/humor/angst/drama

Any balance of plot to nsfw that you want

Discord-based roleplays (add me there as winchquinn)

Please give me:

A partner who is 18+ and also likes to contribute to the plot & actually reads my pairings & AU ideas (though please feel free to suggest your own!!)

Characters that are over 18+

Lazy-lit posts (I used to go for novellas but I am craving 1-3 paragraph posts, more for intros)

Canon characters

What I’m craving more than anything is taking canon characters and shoving them into AUs, whether other fandoms or just other AU settings.

Pairings/Fandoms

My preferred character in italics. If neither is italicized, I’ll play either!

The Kingsman

• Eggsy Unwin / Harry Hart

Marvel

• Peter Parker / Tony Stark

• Peter Parker / Bucky Barnes

• Peter Parker / Wade Wilson

• Eddie Brock / Venom

• Tony Stark / Stephen Strange

• Loki / Thor

• Loki / Mobius

Sherlock (BBC)

• John Watson / Sherlock

Supernatural

• Dean Winchester / Castiel

• Dean Winchester / Sam Winchester

• Gabriel / Sam Winchester

• Dean Winchester / Castiel / Sam Winchester / Gabriel

Teen Wolf

• Stiles Stilinski / Derek Hale

What We Do in the Shadows

• Guillermo De La Cruz / Nandor the Relentless

AU Settings

• The Hunger Games

• The Last of Us

• Harry Potter (where Hogwarts is university-age or they’re professors)

• Place them in one of the fandoms above

• Crime boss / undercover cop

• College roommates

• Creature / hunter

• Escort / client

• Famous / body guard

Word Bank

• Misunderstandings

• Jealousy/Possessiveness

• Enemies/rivals to lovers

• Unhealthy codependencies

• Near death experiences

• Sneaking around

#rp search #roleplay search #destiel #symbrock #ineffable husbands #hannigram #hartwin #ironstrange #stony #thorki #spideypool #starker #blackbonnet #johnlock #harringrove #wincest #wincestiel #sterek #geraskier

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pussypopstiel · 2 years

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I want cas to get physically and mentally de-aged to whatever age misha was in this picture

Just so they could parallel it with how much he looks like jack and acts like jack. Obviously i want this soon after cas comes back from the dead, first hunt after his return (tombstone after obviously) but i want dean to be feeling internal guilt over how he treated jack the moment cas comes back. I want him to see cas’s deaged self next to jack and think oh god theyre the exact same. I dont think dean in the beginning could see the similarities cause hes still operating in the “jacks a monster jacks not family” mentality but if he saw them next to eachother i think he’d spontaneously combust with guilt and shame. That plus an amnesiac young cas whos so trusting and curious would like dean so much and dean would be basking in the attention of this cas because hes so fond of this version of him that isnt so weighed down by the world but he can see the similarities so clearly so hes also internally panicking and thinking “he dosent know how i treated his som he dosent know i made him want to kill himself he dosent know i became a monster”

#also de-aging and time travel is my absolute kryptonite its about the soft version of yourself that you dont let anyone see be revealed #my silly little posts #spn #castiel #dean winchester #deancas #destiel #jack kline

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chemical-killjoy · 9 months

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✨MASTERLIST✨

Greetings Dear Reader! Right now the majority of the fics on my masterlist are from my old blogs, @immrbrightsideeee and @remingtonisleithal, so most links will take you to that, any and all notes on those posts I am not likely to see for a bloody long time, so please message me or send an ask or something if you really liked the fics/want a sequel or are anything! Also if you like my writing, check out @smiling-girl and @fandomfoodiedancer, they're amazing <33

Requests are OPEN

(and encouraged lol)

I write for a whole bunch of fandoms, but here's the ones I can think of: arcane, black veil brides, maneskin, marvel, motionless in white, my chemical romance, palaye royale, pierce the veil, the artful dodger, the raven cycle (books), and supernatural :)

If you like my writing, here's the link to join my taglist (It's very important you guys fill this out if you wanna join my taglist as I do write some serious, dark topics sometimes) and here's a link to buy me a coffee

updated: 15/12/23

Damiano David:

*A night to remember 1/2

smut. Damiano is attracted to reader singing iwbys

Movie and a kiss

the reader had a fight with their family and Damiano looks after them

Fast Car (trigger warning)

Honestly this is just angst and emotional and if you don’t cry I have failed as a writer. But it’s got a happy ending!!

Vic de Angelis:

Knight in Shining Armour

Vic saves the reader from a creep at a bar

Remington Leith:

*Caught in the Storm

reader and remington share a bed in a storm. What ever will happen?

Feel better

comfort fic, remington takes the reader on an adventure to feel better

*Only one answer (part two of Feel Better)

I will find you

mesmerized by someone in the crowd, remington has to find the reader

Something beautiful (part 2 of I will find you)

I Just Need Some Air*

young!Remington and the reader are at a party and after confessing their feelings things get heated.

Better Than Nutella

Remington is hooked on his new friend’s cooking, and smile.

Movie Night

Remington and Y/N have a movie night

Morning Light: (this is a collab with @cursivetalk)

vampire Remington, based on the tonight is the night I die video. Series, currently being written.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Emerson Barrett:

Teach me

emerson teaches the reader the drums

Andy Biersack:

Don’t go (trigger warning) (there is comfort)

I Don’t Wanna Be Alone (trigger warning) (with comfort)

Love isn’t always fair *

After a concert Andy reveals his love for his best friend

Mortician’s Daughter (trigger warning)

Thomas Raggi:

Moonlight’s Curse (part 1)

werewolf!thomas, a series being written :)

Mistakes and Misunderstandings

Ronnie Radke:

*untitled

pwp really, Ronnie meets Y/N in a bar and things happen

Vic Fuentes:

Hell Over Me (trigger warning) (happy ending)

Frank Iero:

Not A Kid *

TW brief mention of abuse, age gap. Y/N works for MCR and it turns out Frank likes her just as much as she likes him

Gerard Way:

Cemetery Drive

TW for suicide and self harm. Y/N visits her ex’s grave, and is surprised to find him there

Hang Em High

Cemetery drive part 2

Demolition Lovers

Part 3 and final chapter of Cemetery Drive

Kisses and Coffee

Coffee shop and accidental kiss AU

Dean Winchester:

Life In (Rose) Pink

Dean is a romantic cliche trying his hardest

Chris Motionless:

Eternally Yours *

Based on the music video

Jinx:

You Decide

Reader has a breakdown and Jinx helps them

Jack Dawkins/Dodger:

Healing Kiss *

Reader is in hospital, but Dr. Dawkins is there to heal her. TW for self harm, suicide and mentions of abuse.

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