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glorystark · 16 days

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Empty eyes | Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean doesn't take Charlie's death too well and because of the Mark of Cain affecting him, he tells you things that will regret.

Warnings: moc!Dean Winchester, Dean being a dick, minor mentions of injury, swearing, ANGST, major character's death

Pairing: Dean Winchester × reader

Featuring: Sam Winchester

Word count: 2,3k

We watched in agony as Charlie's body, wrapped around a white sheet, burned in the flames. This should never have happened to her kind soul. She died so we could save Dean. I couldn't help but feel guilty; my heart ached because I lost a friend, again. I knew Sam felt the same. We both asked Charlie for help with the Book of the Damned, and we both lied to Dean about the book being destroyed. Now it was too late to make things right. Memories flashed through my eyes, making me tear up. I remembered when she helped us with the Dick situation, or when I taught her some hunter-kind-of-tricks. How happy she was and wouldn't stop thanking me. She didn't deserve this, anyone but her.

“Charlie,” Sam started, grabbing my and probably Dean's attention. “We are gonna miss you. You're the best.” He stopped when his voice cracked, and now I was sure he felt far worse than me because looking back, he suggested not telling Dean about the Book of the Damned not being destroyed, which I didn't agree with at first. But seeing Dean, my Dean, slowly fade away right in front of my eyes changed my opinion. Maybe it was selfish, me and Sam both were. But we couldn't let Dean become something he fears, a Monster. We couldn't lose another person, another family member, but we didn't realize who we were putting in danger on this path.

“We love you, Charlie, and I'm so sorry,” I said, blinking through tears.

“Shut up,” Dean said coldly, making Sam and me look at him. “You got her killed. You don't get to apologize.” He continued.

“Dean-“ Sam started, but Dean cut him off.

“You too, you two are the reason she is dead,” he said, not taking his eyes off the flames.

“We were trying to help you,” I said, still looking at him.

“I didn't need help,” he said bitterly. "I told you to leave it alone.”

“What were we supposed to do, just watch you die?” Sam asked, not letting me be the only one receiving the cold tone from his older brother.

“The mark isn't gonna kill me.”

“Maybe not, but when it's done with you, you won't be you anymore,” I stated. “Dean, you're all we got. So of course we were gonna fight for you because that's what we do,” I said softly.

“Yeah, she's right, we had a shot-“ Sam was cut off again by Dean.

“Yeah, you had a shot. Charlie is dead.” He finally turned his head to look at me and his brother, who was standing next to me. His dark emerald eyes bore into mine, and I couldn't recognize them. Never have I ever seen him look at me with those eyes. Because no matter how much crap we went through, he always made sure I was fine, and his eyes held nothing but sweetness and, on most occasions, worry. “Nice shot.”

“Are you even listening to me? You think I'm ever gonna forgive myself for that?!” I snapped, not being able to keep my voice down anymore. He is grieving, but so am I. If I could, I would trade places with her.

“You know what I think,” he started, still with the same voice tone. “I think it should be you up there and not her.”

I felt my heart break for the hundredth time today. I parted my lips, not taking my teary eyes off him, which clearly showed how hurt I was. Sam let out a small gasp and widened his eyes after he heard Dean's words, clearly not expecting his brother to go that far.

I knew he blamed me, probably even more than Sam. But knowing that he wanted me dead hurt more than any physical torture I've experienced.

Sam called his name, still shocked after what he heard, but his brother just walked away, breaking my heart more and more.

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It has been a week since I lost Charlie, since I lost my Dean. He has been searching for the Stynes ever since but has been having a bit of trouble finding their location. So meanwhile, he went on a few solo hunts. He hasn't said a word to me and to Sam, just a few like ‘buy some beers’ ‘did you find anything about the Stynes’.

He found another hunt for today and was packing his bag in his own room. We both haven't stepped in our shared room ever since the accident, which meant we weren't even sleeping on the same bed. I'm done with being ignored, so I knocked on his door and opened it without waiting for any response. He didn't even turn around, probably knowing it was me.

“Dean,” I called his name, not even knowing what I wanna talk about, but getting him to look at me was the first step. “Dean,” I called, this time louder, and when he still didn't turn around, I walked towards him and grabbed his arm. “Alright, I'm done. When will you finally stop ignoring me?!”

He looked at my hand, which was grabbing his arm, and slowly turned around, finally looking at my face. “I'm not ignoring you, I just don't want to talk to you or be near you,” he said bitterly, pulling his arm away and reaching for his door.

“Dean, you know you're not the only one who lost someone, okay? And believe me, I know it's my fault she's gone, and I'll never forgive myself for that. But, god, you're practically killing me. I miss you,” I said desperately, waiting for something in his eyes to change, waiting for him to embrace me in his strong arms, but... Nothing. His eyes didn't even hold hatred anymore, just emptiness.

“I don't know what you expect me to say, ‘I'm sorry you were so stupid’ ‘I'm sorry you got another person killed off’ ‘I'm sorry you're so fucking useless’ Huh?! Is that what you want me to say? You want me to feel sorry for you?!” he yelled, showing the anger and darkness in his eyes while he harshly slammed me to the wall, making me whimper slightly. His words cut deep into my skin, but I tried my best to ignore them, knowing this Dean wasn't really my Dean.

“I want you to understand, I want you to know that I'm sorry. I want you to tell me that we're gonna go through this like we always do,” I said softly, looking deeply into his eyes, trying to crack him.

He let out a dark chuckle and grasped my shoulders, lowering his head to be on the same height level with me. “You want me to tell you that we're gonna go through this? Well, baby, in that way, I'd be a big liar.”

“Dean, me and Sam, we are so close to saving you. Please, just don't let the mark control you,” I begged, feeling small under his touch.

“I don't want nor need you two saving me, and believe me, at this very moment, I'm trying to not let the mark control me, so don't provoke me,” he whispered against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

"I thought you trusted me.”

“Well, that trust was destroyed when you got someone who was like a sister to me killed. Have you ever noticed how many innocent people died because you were being too stupid?” he said harshly.

"We all have made mistakes, Dean," I said, as I thought about the hunts where innocent people died, and I couldn't save them. I didn't want Dean to know how much his words were affecting me, but, god, I felt like a crumpled paper.

“Seems like that's the only thing you ever do,” he smirked, letting his eyes fall on the floor again before looking up at my eyes again. “Tell me, how does it feel knowing you don't mean anything to anybody and you're just a burden in our lives? How does it feel knowing nobody loves you?”

That's it. That was the punch line to make me break into tears.

“Y-you love me, you said that before.”

“You know I lie to get laid,” he said, smirking, proud of his response.

My heart was racing more and more, and I felt nauseous.

“Dean, please-“

“You're nothing, do you hear me? Nothing!” he grabbed my cheeks harshly. “Your existence doesn't matter. You.don't.matter.” he said, spitting the words out before letting me go. He took his bag and walked out of the room, not even glancing at me. I slid down the wall as I started sobbing silently.

Then I heard a buzz from my phone.

New message from Sammy:

“Y/N, Dean just said he found a hunt, probably three to four werewolves, and he told me to go with him. I was really surprised but didn't question him. I think he's getting better. I'll also talk to him on the road. Next time, he'll definitely ask you too, just like old times. Don't stay up and don't worry; we got this :) love you.”

He asked Sam to go, but not me. If he hadn't told me that he hated me a few minutes ago, I'd think he was worried. But if it was really 3 or 4 werewolves, there's nothing to be worried about. He just wants to stay away from me. He told me I was a burden to them; he'll probably throw me out of the bunker soon.

Dark thoughts ran through my mind, and suddenly a rush of anxiety ran through me. What if there were more than a few werewolves? What if they get hurt? What if Dean hates me even more?

I checked Sam's message again and saw that he sent me the address of where the werewolves' location is and where the hunt would probably take place. I quickly rushed to my room, grabbed my car keys, and went to drive to the location.

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I was hiding behind some of the trees in the forest, watching as each of the boys fought one werewolf, two already dead ones on the floor.

Everything seemed good so far; I mean, their guns were on the floor, but they were fighting each werewolf single handed and there was no need for me to make my presence known. The boys were winning as always. And that's when I realized they don't really need me in their life. I knew the words that came out of Dean's mouth tonight weren't really Dean's, my Dean. But he was somehow right; before I became the hunter I am today, I made many mistakes. Some were small, and some led to people getting hurt or even killed. I also put their lives in danger multiple times because I was being reckless. Finding the demons that killed my parents blinded my vision. I was ready to get back to the bunker when I saw both of the werewolves giving up until I noticed something.

A werewolf close to Sam's back, and it seemed like none of the brothers noticed him. I searched for my gun but remembered I forgot it in the backseat of my car. I cursed under my breath and did the only thing possible right now to save Sam. I couldn't let Dean lose another person, especially his brother, who I knew meant the world to him. I couldn't put him through something like that again when there's a chance to save the younger Winchester.

So I ran towards Sam, trying my best to not slip because of the woods on the floor. The Werewolf was close, and nobody noticed him. I'm not the only stupid one after all. The boys turned their heads to me for a slight second, surprised at my presence, but didn't stop fighting the other werewolves.

Until I pushed Sam away from the werewolf he was fighting onto the floor. He seemed confused at first, until he saw it. I assumed Dean did too but couldn't be too sure since he was behind me. I let out an agonizing scream when the werewolf grazed his claws into my stomach and the other one, which Sam was fighting before, grazed his claws into my back before my lifeless body fell on the floor. Dean didn't hesitate more seconds before getting his gun from the floor and shooting all the werewolves.

I was bleeding like a waterfall from my body and my mouth. But the good thing is-

I didn't feel any pain, or anything in that matter…

Dean Winchester’s Pov:

No no no.

This can't be happening.

It's all a nightmare, just another stupid nightmare.

I heard Sam's crying voice telling the love of my life, his best friend, to wake up, holding her torn apart body in his arms, asking her why she pushed him away. But there was no answer.

It's a nightmare happening in real life.

Her beautiful y/e/c are open but so empty, unrecognizable.

I stood over her body, not being able to move from my spot.

There is so much blood everywhere.

Her blood.

This is hell.

No, I’ve been to hell and it's worse than hell.

I started tearing up more and more, reality hitting me more every second.

I let out an angry scream and fell on my knees when I remembered my last words to her.

“You're nothing, do you hear me? Nothing! Your existence doesn't matter. You.don't.matter.”

She wasn't nothing, she was my everything.

She mattered, she was the reason I kept going, now she's gone and it's all my fault.

All my fault.

All of the words I said came back to me, making my chest hurt.

As I knelt beside her lifeless body, surrounded by the aftermath of our shattered world, I whisper into the silent abyss, "I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm so sorry."

And deep down I felt the Mark laughing…

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castiwls · 3 months

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never grow up - d.w

Pairing; Dean & sister!reader

Synopsis; Based on the song by Taylor swift

Warnings; None

Notes; This is kinda random but also ties in with my post a few days ago about being the middle child in the Winchester family :)

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‘Your little hands wrapped around my finger. And it's so quiet in the world tonight

Dean didn’t understand what his parents had meant when they told him he would be a big brother. All he knew was that his mom had a baby in her stomach and in a few month’s the baby would come out.

Now his mom smiled softly as she gently placed a small baby on his lap. He grinned at her from his spot on the hospital bed before looking down at the baby. “She’s so small.” He looked between his parents and his dad chuckled at his comment. “You were that small once bud.”

Dean looked at him with wide eyes. “I was?” He sounded almost astonished at his Dads comment as both his parents fell into quiet laughter. After a moment he felt something grip onto his small thumb and his attention was drawn back down to his sister.

Her little hand had wrapped around his thumb and she was now gazing up at him. “I think she likes you.” His mom whispered before pressing a kiss to his head. Dean grinned up at her for a moment before cuddling further into her chest.

He still didn’t truly understand what his parents meant by being a big brother, but he knew that he would always protect her from this moment onwards.

‘I won't let anybody hurt you, won't let anyone break your heart. And no one will desert you. Just try to never grow up, never grow up'

“Dean. Are you awake?” Your brother let out a small groan before rolling over to face you. “Y/n it's three in the morning why are you awake?” He frowned at you before a look of concern took over his face. As his eyes adjusted to the dark he noticed the unleashed tears brimming your eyes and the way your hands shook slightly.

“I killed someone.” Your voice was barely a whisper as you spoke. Your hands seemed to shake harder as you gripped the thin sheets closer to your chest. “Someone dead cause of me.”

Dean shook his head sitting up and pulling you with him. “No. You didn’t kill someone ok. They were bitten and had fed y/n, it was only a matter of time before they turned.” He kept his voice low not wanting to wake Sam or your Dad who were both asleep across the room.

“Still. He hadn’t turned yet.” You sniffled leaning onto his chest. “Dad told me this job is about saving people Dean. How is that saving people.” Your brother didn’t say anything as he wrapped his arms around you tighter.

You were only 14, you shouldn’t have to deal with this. Hell, he never imagined that at 16 he would be spending his time cleaning guns and learning how to kill monsters. Dean understood why his Dad did what he did and he understood why he’d chosen now to start letting you on hunts but at the same time, it made him feel slightly sick.

The idea of his little sister doing this job left him with a bad feeling in his stomach (he didn't want to even think of Sam doing it) Dean swayed slightly as he tried to soothe you as best he could. “I know you don't think it now, but you did the right thing y/n. I promise.”

You nodded against his chest before pulling back and whipping at your eyes. “Come on. We need to be up in a few hours.” Your brother moved to lie down before opening his arms for you. You happily settled into his arms, feeling his hand run through your hair.

You both lay in silence for a while. The sound of his heartbeat slowly lulled you back to a dreamless sleep.

Dean closed his eyes sucking in a breath before relaxing. Life was so much easier when you were younger. If he had it his way you and Sam would never have to worry about the things that went bump in the night. He’d happily let you both live in peaceful ignorance as long as you were both safe and happy.

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superlunar-eclipse · 4 months

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🌑 ੈ✩‧₊˚ ━━━━━ ACROSS THE COUNTRY

SUMMARY ➤ Dean and Sam, concerned about their missing father, approach their estranged elder sister Y/N, an FBI agent, for help. Despite initial resistance due to past grievances and her current job, Y/N eventually agrees to join them in their search, setting the stage for a journey filled with potential challenges and dangers.

WARNINGS ➤ injury’s, injured Y/N, stabbed wound (to the shoulder), small shard of glass on Y/N’s face and the back of their head, and slight arguing.

CHARACTERS ➤ Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Y/N Winchester, mentions of John Winchester, and Adam William (added character)

WORD COUNT ➤ 1,180 words

OTHER ➤ Y/N is a FBI agent, small mention of Y/N being 32 years old, set in season 1, episode 1.

AUTHOR’S NOTE ➤ first fanfic! hopefully dean and sam don’t act too OOC, but lmk if they do!

"Dad hasn't been home in a few days."

Sam took a deep breath before responding, "So, he's working one of his usual overtime shifts on a 'Miller Time'. It's nothing to worry about. He's bound to stumble back in sooner or later."

Dean glanced down at the cold, hard ground, allowing his eyes to linger there for a moment before looking back up at Sam. His voice was full of concern as he said, "Dad’s on a hunting trip, and he hasn’t been home in a few days."

Sam’s expression remained stoic, giving away nothing of the worry that was slowly starting to creep in. Jess, who had been quietly observing the exchange, glanced up at him.

"Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside."

"I mean, come on. You can't just break into my place in the middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you," Sam said, his voice echoing in the silence of the night as he followed Dean down the stairs.

"You're not hearing me, Sammy. Dad's missing. I'm not just asking you to hit the road with me. I need you to help me find him." He looked back at Sam, his eyes pleading for understanding.

"I- I don’t understand, why couldn’t you have called Y/N? Isn’t she an FBI agent or something like that?" Sam questioned, his hand reaching out to grab Dean’s shoulder in an attempt to halt his progress.

Dean sighed loudly, a sound that echoed throughout the quiet night. He bounced on the balls of his feet, a nervous habit he had whenever he was troubled. "Well I… kinda don’t know where she is…" he admitted shamefully.

Sam’s eyebrows furrowed, a clear sign of his confusion. "What do you mean you ‘don’t know where she is’?"

Dean pursed his lips and rubbed his hands together, his gaze dropping to the ground. "Well I don’t know her exact location but I know she’s somewhere in Washington DC or something like that!"

Sam scoffed in disbelief and shook his head. "That’s all the way across the country."

"Well did you want this to go quicker?" Dean shot back defensively.

Sam simply rolled his eyes at Dean.

"Look, are you coming with me or not?" Dean asked, his patience clearly running thin.

"I’m not." Sam said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Why not?" Dean questioned, his frustration clear.

"I swore I was done hunting. For good."

"Come on. It wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t all bad."

Dean starts heading down the stairs once again, with Sam quickly on his trail.

"You know, in almost three years I've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing," Dean tried to reason, his voice softening.

Sam looks away and sighs, then looks back.

"All right. I'll go. I'll help you find the both of them."

Y/N, a 32 year old FBI agent, sat in the back of the ambulance as the woman cleaned up her many cuts. Her shoulder had been stabbed by the unsub and her head was smashed into a sheet of glass.

"Alright, you're done." The woman finished cleaning her cuts, placing a bandage on her forehead and applying gauze tape to her wound.

Y/N smiled at the woman and hopped off the ambulance truck.

"Y/N!" someone shouted from the distance. She turned to see her great friend Adam, who was the first one to welcome her to the FBI.

She smiled softly as he gave her a comforting hug, "Ow, my shoulder." Her nose scrunched up in pain.

"Sorry," the corners of his mouth turned up as he let go of her.

Other agents of the FBI walked up to her, thanking her for her bravery. "Thank you for saving that girl's life."

"No problem." She gave them a comforting smile.

The agents walked away to discuss matters with other departments.

Y/N and Adam talked about the case for a little while, before Adam turned his attention to something behind her.

"Hey, do you know those people over there?" He asked.

She turned around to look at the people Adam was pointing at. She tilted her head to the side, squinting slightly as she tried to recognize them.

Why did they look so familiar?

Her face paled when she realized who they were.

"Uhm, yea- yeah I do, I’ll be right back," she stuttered, patting his shoulder reassuringly before she walked away.

"What are you guys doing here and how in the hell did you guys find me?" Y/N whispered-yelled at the two boys, her eyes wide with surprise.

"We need your help," Dean replied simply.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and put her hands in the back pockets of her jeans, "Oh, so all of a sudden you both need me after what, three years of not talking to me?"

Dean, with a dramatic flair that was all too typical of him, let out an exaggerated sigh. "Listen-" he began, a note of desperation creeping into his voice.

But she cut him off, her frustration palpable. "Dean, please, I really don’t have time for this," she said, waving a hand dismissively.

Sam, practically silent until now, took a step forward. His eyes critically scanned over her face and body, noting the signs of recent distress. "What happened to your shoulder?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

In response, she lifted a brow and shot him a sarcastic look. "Take a guess, Sam. I’m in the FBI," she said dryly.

He rolled his eyes at her retort. Typical Y/N, he thought, not for the first time.

Dean, who had been silent during their exchange, finally spoke. "Dad’s been missing for a few days, and we… we need you," he stated, his eyes narrowed and serious.

Her reaction was almost immediate. Her jaw tightened, her eyes darkened, her whole demeanor turned defensive. "And why would I want to find him?" she shot back, her voice icy.

He faltered, at a loss for words. He turned away, his gaze landing aimlessly on the nearby crime site.

Now it was Sam’s turn to speak up. He stepped forward, his eyes pleading. "Y/N, please, we really need you right now," he implored, giving her a puppy-dog look. It was a tactic he used to use all the time when he was younger to get what he wanted.

She looked away from him, her lips pursed, her face screwed up in thought. After a long pause, she finally voiced her question. "How- how long is this going to take?"

Dean was the one to answer. "Four days."

She sighed out loud, a wearied sound that echoed in the silence. "You do realize I have a real job, right?" she asked, a note of exasperation in her voice.

Dean rolled his eyes, a retort already forming on his lips. But before he could speak, Y/N interrupted him.

"Fine, I’ll go with you two," she said, her voice resigned.

Dean smiled lightly, relief flooding his features. "Thank you, Y/N."

And so, they walked together to Dean's car, unaware of the challenges and dangers that lay ahead of them.

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girls-alias · 4 months

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The Silent Type - Dean Winchester

Title: The Silent Type - Dean Winchester

Words: 1,325

Relations: Dean Winchester X Reader (Somewhat platonic)

TW: Swearing, arguing, violence.

Prompt:

I saw the clip of Sam arguing with John and it triggered me. 😂

I rolled my eyes as I approached the arguing boys. We were stood at the side of the road as Sam screamed at John. The truth is I feel the same. John has been nothing but a pain in the ass since he turned back up. He seems to tolerate me because I'm naturally quiet. I've been hunting with Sam and Dean for a while now. I was hunting with Dean for a little while before Sam came back from Stanford.

Dean and I have a unique bond. A medium we were talking to said we were soul mates or twin flames. I don't really understand it but I feel it. I love Dean. I love him more than I love anything and I don't care if I never get to kiss him, I will be happy if he's smiling. The real smile that normally only I can give him. I know he feels it too, we openly tell each other we love each other and Sam still, even after almost two years, doesn't know if we're dating. To be honest, I don't think me and Dean know sometimes. We do couply things, like dates and cuddling and constantly being together but we don't kiss or have sex. It's just weird but I'm comfortable in it.

I think Dean and I work so well because I know I can tell him anything and he can tell me anything. I know all about his past and he knows all about mine. We seem like we can read each other, I always know how he's feeling even when we're apart. The time that came to mind was intense. I had woken up in the middle of the night, nothing had disturbed me, I hadn't had a nightmare I just woke up. Quick and startled. I was staying in a motel away from the boys while a wound healed. I called Dean instantly, and as soon as he answered I knew he was crying. We stayed on the phone all night. He told me everything that had upset him and I reassured him and calmed him down until he fell asleep on the phone to me.

Dean seemed to look at me as he stood beside Sam and John. He looked fed up with the argument, wanting it to be over. I sighed softly knowing they weren't hurting each other they were hurting Dean. I listened in as anger started to rise inside me that they were upsetting Dean. Dean seemed to glance at me, somehow knowing I was growing angry. He studied me a little before being distracted by the argument. Dean's afraid of me when I'm angry.

It's rare I ever get angry but when I do I'm the silent type. I don't scream or make threats. I stay silent until something knocks me over the edge and once I'm over the edge I usually am blacked out angry until Dean stops me. Dean learned slowly that he was the only thing that calmed me down, he had always been afraid to approach me when I was that angry but now he knows he can wrap his arms around me and I'll calm down within a second. He just has power over me and he says I do the same. He can be on the verge of having a mental breakdown but if I walk into the room he forgets about it. His mind goes completely blank.

I listened as Sam shouted at John, his anger coming out with ease as he raised his voice and his words were laced with venom.

"Last time we saw you, you said it was too dangerous to be together. Now out of the blue you need our help." Sam explained getting his anger started. "No, obviously something big is going on and we want to know what's going on," Sam shouted, not backing down. My eyes glared at John waiting for his response, Dean growing annoyed and upset by the argument.

"Get back in the car," John instructed but Sam almost scoffed.

"No," He exclaimed but John's jaw clenched.

"I said get back in the damn car," John threatened standing closer. Sam didn't back down.

"Yeah, and I said no," Sam said, the venom in his tone almost suffocating the air.

"Yeah, alright. You made your point tough guy. Look, we're all tired, we can talk about this later," Dean explained before forcing himself between them and pushing Sam back forcefully. I couldn't move as my anger seemed to paralyse me.

"This is why I left in the first place," Sam muttered under his breath.

"What did you say?" John asked annoyed, and approached them. My body moved without thinking, staying beside John.

"You heard me," Sam bit back.

"Yeah, you left. Your brother and I needed you and you walked away- You walked away," John argued, his voice raising as his anger escaped him.

"You're the one who said don't come back, Dad. You're the one who closed that door. You were just pissed off that you couldn't control me anymore," Sam shouted, they quickly gripped each other. Ready to start hitting. Dean forced his way between them.

"Stop it! Stop it. That's enough," Dean shouted as he managed to pry them off each other.

"I didn't raise you like this," John commented. I didn't have to look at Dean to know how he was going to be looking. His sorrow clouded his eyes, hurt furrowing his eyebrows, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he begged it not to quiver, tears threatening his eyes. I saw red.

I punched John in the side of the face. His cheekbone was possibly fractured from the force. Adrenaline spiked to the point I was blacked out, doing things without thinking. John hit the floor with a thud, holding his cheek as he looked up at me startled.

"You didn't raise him, Dean did. Dean did everything for both of you." I boomed, standing over John as he started to look at me annoyed but fear was in his eyes. "You ever disrespect Dean like that again and next time I won't hold back." I threatened, spitting the words as if the thought of it sickened me. "Either apologise to Dean, the man who was a child and was still a better father than you. Or get up and drive away before I'm cleaning your blood off my boots." I practically growled.

"You think I'm scared-" He couldn't finish his sentence as I raised my foot, soon bringing it down on his balls to squeeze them between my boot and the gravel road. He squealed, grunting as he seethed in pain.

"That wasn't an apology," I instructed, He gulped, and glared at me as he breathed quickly, anger rising in him. He looked at Dean, and I could see him smirking proudly beside me.

"I'm sorry, Dean." He said simply but I pushed my boot down a little harder. He exclaimed in pain quickly. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry I left you to raise Sam. I'm sorry I've been a shitty father. I appreciate everything you've done for this family." John rushed. I looked at Dean, and he bowed his head to me letting me know he was happy with the response. I lifted my foot, taking a step away from John.

"Get up, you look pathetic," I spat, rolling my eyes as I walked away to get back in the Impala. Dean rushed to hug me from behind. I melted into the hug instantly. My whole body calmed and I felt safe in his arms. He spun me around to face him, cuddling me back into his chest. I smiled as I hugged him back, his scent intoxicating me.

"I love you," He whispered as he kissed the top of my head. I smiled a little brighter at his words. We really were made for each other.

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Can I get a Jack request where reader is like castiel level protective over him? Like it could he during the time he was burning away his soul, or Dean just attacking him and reader getting super protective? Thanks <3

Also thank you sm for being my mutual <333

like real people do

jack kline x reader

word count: 1.6k

warning: the events were made up by me, but in time they probably take place in thirteenth season, platonic relationship

summary: Ever had one of those days when life just can't get any worse?

a/n: thank you so much for your request!! once i read the first four words and found out it was about jack i was so happy! this character makes me feel like hiding him in my jacket pocket and protecting him from the whole world, including my favourite white boy; dean. i hope you will enjoy it!!<33 it's so funny that we clicked so quickly because of ketch hahah

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What does it mean to have a bad day? For some, it might involve a pointless hunt for a missing sock in the early hours. Others might deem it a disastrous day if they find themselves in a nerve-wracking business meeting, their professional future hanging by a thread, only to be unexpectedly showered in scalding coffee. But let me tell you, what went down in South Dakota, well, that was beyond any bad day anyone's ever had.

Walking down the bunker's cold, metal stairs, your eyes stayed fixed on Sam's broad back. The echoes of two more pairs of footsteps behind you added an unspoken burden to all four of you. The lengthy, six-hour drive from Sioux Falls passed in silence, punctuated only by the occasional growl of Dean's car engine.

In the midst of this oppressive silence, a tangible anxiety filled the atmosphere, much like the sensation of holding a grenade with a fragile safety pin. Each of you knew that speaking the first word out loud could be equivalent to pulling that pin, possibly setting off a surge of emotions and consequences you weren't prepared to deal with at that moment.

As you finally reached the colossal table stationed at the heart of the spacious room, you wearily rested your hands on the chair's backrest, your head drooping in helpless resignation. A deep sigh escaped your lungs, carrying the weight of the day's exhaustion. In the stillness that followed, you could discern Sam's chair scraping against the floor on the opposite side of the table as he settled himself heavily into it and Dean's footsteps resonated down the corridor, indicating his retreat to the kitchen.

Lifting your exhausted head, you gave a quick once-over to your disheveled clothing, recognizing its disorder. It had not only withstood the harsh impact of multiple falls today but was also stained with splotches of blood. Nervously, you ran your hand through your hair, attempting to regain some semblance of composure. Pushing away from the chair, you turned on your heel, scanning the room with a sense of restless anticipation.

You stopped your gaze on the young man by the stairs, who had stayed there the whole time. His face showed a mix of confusion, sympathy, and regret. Your lower lip was gently caught between your teeth as you pondered your next steps. When his gaze met yours, you drew a shallow breath. His appearance wasn't any better than yours, but because he was still Lucifer's son, he appeared more composed than you.

With determination, you approached him step by cautious step until you were standing alongside him. “Jack, are you alright?” you asked, your voice reflecting genuine worry. A quick glance back at Sam, who remained seated at the table, revealed that he was now observing your interaction. You then shifted your attention back to Jack, waiting for his response.

Jack's reply hung in the air like a heavy cloud, his voice a somber murmur that revealed the depth of his guilt. His gaze dropped to his fidgeting hands, fingers twisting in anguish as he confessed, “It's all my fault...”

You couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy as you witnessed the torment in Jack's eyes. In an attempt to ease the crushing weight of his self-blame, you placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Hey,” you said gently, your voice a soothing balm, “you're not alone in this. None of us expected it to go down like that.”

Sam, the voice of reason, chimed in from his seat at the table. His tone was calm and reassuring as he added, “Jack, we knew it wouldn't be easy. We'll figure this out together.”

Jack looked up at both of you. His eyes were pools of sorrow, and he seemed on the brink of tears, even though he didn’t know what emotions are. “But you guys almost got killed because of me. I couldn't control my powers, and I let them get too close.”

Before you could offer words of reassurance, Dean's voice cut through the room like a sharp blade, “That’s damn right,” he snapped. His anger was palpable, and you could feel the tension rise as he entered with a bottle of beer in his hand. You had been so focused on Jack's emotions that you hadn't noticed Dean approaching.

Your attention shifted to Dean, and it was clear that he had no intentions of concealing his rage. Such suppression was never in his nature. He scrutinized both of you with an intense gaze, his jaw clenched tight, the lines of his face etched with frustration and anger.

Dean proceeded to the table, his movements forceful as he shoved one chair back with a grating screech before taking a seat. The bottle of beer landed on the table with a heavy thud, emphasizing his simmering anger, and the room seemed to shrink with the weight of his emotions. It was a moment where words hung in the balance, and the fragile tension in the air threatened to shatter at any moment.

Jack’s connection to his human emotions was weak, but regret had clear place in his eyes, keenly sensed Dean's anger. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, and he shifted uncomfortably, his body language a reflection of the confusion within him. In a moment of desperation, he cast a furtive glance in your direction, silently pleading for support, his eyes searching for any sign of comfort.

You, on the other hand, found yourself torn between conflicting emotions. Your heart ached for Jack, understanding the crushing guilt that weighed on him, yet you also knew the importance of not undermining Dean's authority. It was a delicate balancing act that you had become all too familiar with, navigating in these tense moments.

Dean finally broke the oppressive silence, his voice laced with bitterness that hung in the air like a heavy cloud. “You know, Jack, your little power surge not only almost got us killed, but it also cost us Castiel at the very beginning of your existence. You may not remember, but he sacrificed himself to save you.”

Jack's expression remained stoic, but his eyes bore the weight of remorse as he regarded the hunter. “I didn't ask him to,” he replied, his voice carrying the burden of the past.

Dean's face remained unyielding, his anger unwavering in the face of Jack's distress. He leaned forward, his gaze locked on the young Nephilim. “Doesn't change the fact that he's gone because of you.”

The room seemed to shrink with the intensity of the moment, emotions swirling like a storm around the three of you. Jack's regret was a silent force, Dean's anger an unrelenting presence, and you, caught in the middle, felt the weight of the situation pressing down on you like a heavy shroud.

You decided to step in, taking a deep breath to calm yourself as you tried to ease the heavy tension in the room. You spoke gently, "Dean, listen," in a calm and careful way, "Jack didn't want these powers, and he didn't want Cas to save him. None of us knew this would happen."

Dean looked at you, his anger softening just a bit as he heard your caring tone. You had been through a lot with the Winchesters, so you knew how emotions could run high.

But Dean, being stubborn as ever, couldn't let go of his anger towards Jack. He narrowed his eyes at you and replied with bitterness,

“Yeah, well, empathy won't bring Cas back,” he retorted, the pain of loss seeping through every syllable. “Neither will help any of the people who have been harmed today, because of him.”

Jack, still struggling to contain his emotions, lowered his head in acknowledgment. He understood the depth of Dean's anger, and he carried the weight of guilt knowing that nothing he said could bring back the angel who had given his life to protect him.

You exchanged a quick, supportive glance with Jack, a silent understanding passing between you two. Then, you turned your steady attention back to Dean, determined to break through the walls of resentment that had formed around him. “We're all hurting, Dean,” you said, your voice laced with sincerity. “But pointing fingers and blaming Jack won't change the past. We have to move forward together if we're going to face the challenges that lie ahead.”

Dean's jaw clenched, and he took another long, deliberate sip from his beer bottle, as if using the act as a moment of respite from his simmering anger. It was clear that he was still seething, but your words had managed to make some impact, no matter how small.

“Fine,” he grumbled, his anger not completely gone but his tone less harsh. He reluctantly agreed to try and move forward, but he was still stubborn. “But don't think for a second that I'm okay with any of this.”

You nodded, acknowledging Dean's raw emotions. “We know you're not, Dean. But we're a team, and we need to stick together.”

Jack, encouraged by your words and Dean's reluctant acceptance, finally found the courage to speak up again. “I promise, I'll do everything in my power to make amends and prove myself to all of you.”

Dean's gaze remained fixed on his beer bottle, and while he didn't offer immediate forgiveness or approval, he also didn't object further. It was a tenuous truce, fragile as glass, but it was some kind of a start, and everyone knows that the beginnings are always the hardest.

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daughterofcain-67 · 5 months

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𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕤

(Dean Winchester x Female Reader)

𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝: Dean Winchester + mistletoe + you'd make a cute elf = chef's kiss (@atrox-fortuna)

Hello sweetie! I absolutely loved this idea and had a great time writing this and I really hope you enjoy this! Thank you again for suggesting this idea, love! ❤️❤️❤️

𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝: Oh okay. Dean Winchester and Beau Arlen for all of them. Secret Santa and you’d look cute as an elf for both. Sitting by a fire. Both. Yes to alllll (@hobby27)

Hi sweetness! I’ve got a number of ideas for both Beau and Dean but I hope you enjoy this one for “you’d make a cute elf” and I will be sure to tag you in other posts with Secret Santa and Sitting by a Fire! Thank you for your support, Love ❤️❤️❤️

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Christmas isn’t celebrated often by the Winchesters and it mostly depended on if they were tangled up in saving the world again or occupied with another hunt. This year, though, you wanted to make sure Sam and Dean would be able to celebrate the holidays and enjoy themselves for once.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: None, just a bunch of Christmas fluff!

The Holiday season seemed to be up in the air every year for the Winchesters. Sometimes they would be able to celebrate, other times they were typically on yet another hunt and they were neck deep in whatever they were doing to celebrate. Let’s say the average Christmas the Winchesters had was maybe once every five years or so.

This year, though, you were determined to give the Winchesters the best Christmas they’ve ever had, whether they were on a hunt or not. You noticed that in the three years that you’ve lived in the bunker with them, that they never even decorate! This would be your fourth Christmas with the brothers and you were determined for that to change.

This was your favorite time of the year, not that it was necessarily always wonderful like the song implied, but you were the type of person that liked to give gifts, you liked to surprise people. You wanted to surprise Sam and Dean and make them happy, give them something to look forward to even though they didn’t know they were supposed to look forward to something when they’d come home.

Dean, your boyfriend of a year and a half, and his little brother were off in Montana somewhere for a week for some hunt that they thought could be a Wendigo. You wouldn’t know the results of the hunt until they would come back but in the meantime, you had a mission of your own.

You took one of the bigger vehicles in the Bunker’s garage, one that had a big enough bed in the back to fit whatever decorations you needed. Of course you knew that you could always order offline, but you wanted to go out and about. There was just something different about shopping in person every once in a while that you enjoyed.

You found yourself at the nearest Walmart and you were glad that it was still early December so not all of the decorations were limited. You went to the holiday section in the store and saw all of the different ornaments and began to wonder what the boys would like.

“They’re all about flannel…” You spoke to yourself under your breath so you started to look at some red and black, possibly some silver ornaments. You saw some of those colors and you picked them up and put them in the cart you were pushing around. Then you came across the other ornaments that were a little more random, others would call them a little more personal.

Your eyes widened when you saw two specific animals, a moose and a squirrel. Both of them were wearing adorable little Christmas caps and you instantly picked them up and put them in the cart, knowing you couldn’t possibly pass those up. Then you saw a computer ornament that would be perfect for Sam, a pie for Dean, a pair of cowboy boots because you knew Dean liked his cowboys and western tings, then you picked up a magnifying glass for Sam since he liked true crime related things with serial killers and unsolved mysteries.

Then you were even able to find some ornaments for yours and the boys’ friends and you thought they would be good additions to the tree. You grabbed a fairy for Charlie since she liked fantasy, although you thought it would be better if it were a dragon or even a D20, but maybe you could find something like that online if you changed your mind later down the road. For Jody Mills, you found a star since she was a sheriff. For Garth, you found a little wolf since he was a lycanthrope now. As for some of your other friends, you would need to shop online for some of their ornaments such as Castiel. You thought it would be a little too cliche to get angel wings as Cass’ ornament, but maybe a trenchcoat? Or possibly a giraffe since you knew Crowley had called him that once or maybe twice.

Along with the ornaments, you grabbed some red and silver garland and you even found some red cardinals that you thought were adorable, so you picked up a few of those as well. They were one of your favorite birds especially since you liked the meaning behind them and what it meant when one would visit you.

While you were on the hunt for any other decorations for the bunker, you could hear your phone ringing. You pulled out the device from your pocket and smiled when you saw Charlie’s name pop up on the screen. You answered the call instantly and held up the phone to your ear, “Hey, Stranger!”

“What’s up, bitch!” You laughed at her typical greeting.

“It’s good to hear from you! How’ve you been?” You asked as you grabbed a wreath for the door.

“I’ve been good. Little busy now that I’ve started hunting too, but it’s nothing too hectic right now. What have you been up to?” Charlie asked on the other line.

“Well, other than struggling to keep the boys in line when they’re home, things have been pretty good. I’m actually at the store getting some decorations for the bunker as a surprise. You know it’s been almost four years since I’ve lived with them and they haven’t celebrated Christmas?”

“Damn, that long? Well I know they’ll be super excited. You said it was a surprise? Are they gone from the bunker right now?”

“Yeah, some hunt in Montana. They’ll be gone for a week so I wanted to do this while they were away.”

“Well let me help you! I’m in the neighborhood right now actually so I can help you decorate the joint so you don’t have to do it all by yourself.” She insisted and you grinned.

“Really? That would be a great help.”

“Of course! You know I’d do anything for you and those boys! Do you want me to pick up anything before I head on over?” Charlie asked and you hummed as you tried to think.

“Well, not that I can think of right now. But how long will you be in town? I’m starting to wonder if we should have some kind of tree decorating party or something at the bunker and get some friends over.” You admitted.

“People still do that kind of thing? Honestly I probably won’t be in town that long but I’ll make you a deal for next year. If you manage to decorate the bunker next year and you plan out a tree decoration party or whatever, then I’ll go and even let Garth know about it if I run into him!” Charlie promised.

“But for now since it’s been a while for the boys, what if the three of you decorated the tree by yourselves this year and make it special. And don’t forget the mistletoe.” You could hear your friend chuckle on the other line and you smiled.

“Yeah, I supposed Dean would get a kick out of that.” You chuckled.

“Let me know when you’re on the way back to the bunker and I’ll meet you there!”

After the phone call you realized that you had gotten a text from Dean and you grinned. It was sweet that he would check in every once in a while when he was away on a hunt just so you knew he was okay and hadn’t been killed or anything like that.

DW: Hey, Sweetheart. Sammy and I got to the hotel already and now we’re off to the camp grounds to see if this really could be a Wendigo we’re dealing with.

Y/N: Hey! I’m glad you guys made it to the hotel! If you need anything just let me know, and be safe out there!

DW: Will do, Darlin. I’ll call you sometime tonight.

You smiled at the thought of him calling that night.

When you put the phone in your pocket, you left the decoration section and started looking at Christmas trees. You wanted the perfect tree to put in the Bunker. You weren’t sure if you wanted the tree to be pre-lit or not, although it would be a little more convenient that way. You didn��t exactly want to struggle with untangling those lights.

Honestly you hadn’t had any idea the types of trees people came up with. You were under the impression for so long that Christmas trees were just green, sometimes pre-lit, but the only difference you thought of were the sizes. But as you walked through the store, you saw that there were white trees, some of the trees had some sort of artificial snow on them, some of the trees were different colors like pink, red, purple or even blue, and you saw some black trees as well.

You supposed a lot of people were more creative to come up with some sort of themes and use these trees. Maybe they used Pinterest a lot. You thought the boys would prefer a traditional tree, so that was what you were going with.

Once you found the perfect tree for the Bunker, you bought it and one of the workers helped you get it to the car. You just hoped that this little surprise would put a smile on Sam and Dean’s faces.

They deserved a little positivity in their lives.

That week seemed to have passed by faster than you thought that it would and you couldn’t thank Charlie enough for helping you decorate the Bunker earlier this week. The place looked great and you were so excited for their reactions.

You knew that the boys would be coming home tonight so you decided to go ahead and make something for dinner. You knew Dean needed a break from the burgers and fries, at least according to both you and Sam.

You were in the kitchen and you were making some Philly cheesesteak stuffed bell peppers. It was simply a recipe that you found off Pinterest that was a little different. It was something a little healthier that you knew your boyfriend’s brother would appreciate. You thought Dean might like the Philly cheesesteaks aspect of it, but just incase he didn’t you had a cherry pie baked.

While you were in the middle of taking peppers out of the oven so you could put the pie in the oven, you heard the door open followed by two sets of footsteps. Of course you knew exactly who they belonged to and once you put the pie in the oven, you took off your apron and started walking out so you could see the look on their faces.

Just as you were beginning to make it into the bunker you could hear Dean’s voice first, “Y/N?”

“I’m here.” You chuckled and both the boys saw you from the top of the stairs before looking back out in the lobby area of the bunker.

You and Charlie had strung up lights along the railing of the stairs, there were lights wrapped around the pillars that would lead to each room. On the table that was practically a global map, you had a red and black plaid flannel tablecloth as well as some cotton stuffing to resemble fake snow on the table. On top of the stuffing, you had a little Christmas village that had sort of a western theme to it that you knew Dean would love.

Of course that would be the first thing the boys would see but you had a bit more up your sleeve than that.

“Hey, boys! How did it go?” You asked with a smile as the two started walking down the stairs.

“It went well, but what is all this? When did you have the time for all of this?” Dean asked.

“Well while the two of you were out this week, I thought I’d decorate the place.” You grinned proudly.

“This looks amazing, Y/N. You didn’t have to do it all by yourself, did you?” Sam asked and you shook your head.

“Nope. Luckily for me, Charlie happened to be in town so she helped me out with a lot of it, if not most of it. I just wrapped up the finishing touches this morning.” You admitted.

“Wait, Charlie was here too? She was in on this whole thing?” Dean asked and you nodded.

“Yep! I told her that it would be a surprise for you boys and she hopped right on the opportunity to jump in when she could. But now she’s on her way to Wyoming if I’m not mistaken.”

“We’ll definitely have to give her a call and tell her thanks for the help on this.” Dean insisted and you smiled.

“And I’m sure she’d love to get a call from the both of you. Now go and wash up so we can eat dinner. You both smell like sweat and Wendigo guts.” You laughed.

“Alright, alright. We’ll go.” Sam said and he was the first to walk off to the library.

“Thanks for the surprise, Darlin.” Dean said before he leaned down and kissed your forehead.

“Oh this isn’t all of-“ you started to add before you were interrupted.

“Dean! You’re gonna want to see this!” You both could hear Sam calling from the library, causing you to smile a little smugly.

“What did you do?” Dean asked you, only for you to shrug.

“Why don’t you go with your brother and find out?” You smirked.

Dean raised a brow before he started walking into the library. You walked beside him because you couldn’t wait to see the reaction on his face. The moment when you saw Dean’s expression turn from confusion to excitement, you knew that all of this was worth it. This was exactly the expression you wanted to see as you watched the smile appear on his face.

“Holy smokes!”

On the tables where Sam, Dean and you all tended to do research, you had some plaid table clothes that matched the one in the lobby. These just didn’t have any snow or villages on them. Instead, these tables still had the lamps on top of them but they also had some candles that would make the room smell a little more like Christmas when they were lit up.

Along the bookshelves, you had some lights on the tops of them as well as some more of the fake snow. There were some penguins and some polar bears on the tops of the shelves that weren’t occupied by some kind of legendary weapon and what not. Then on the other pillars in the library, you had wrapped some lights around those as well.

Finally, in the opening and in front of the telescope at the end of the library was a tall, pre-lit, plain looking Christmas tree that was just waiting to be decorated.

“Y/N, this just keeps getting better and better! This is amazing!” Dean insisted and you chuckled a little.

“I’m glad you like it, but you guys go ahead and wash up and get dressed in something more comfortable. I’ll finish up with dinner and after that we can decorate the tree.” You insisted.

“You sound like such a mom, Y/N” Sam laughed and you snickered.

“Careful, Sammy. She could take your laptop privileges if you don’t do what she says.” Dean teased back.

“Or I can take your pie privileges and you won’t get any after dinner. Which would be a shame because it’ll be fresh out of the oven too.” You said and put your hands on your hips.

“She told you. And it would be a shame if you lost pie privileges. It smells like it’s cherry too.” Sam said.

You watched as Dean’s eyes widened and he rushed to the room so he could hurry up and get washed up and changed, causing you and Sam to laugh amongst yourselves. It was like there was nothing on God’s earth that could keep Dean away from pie.

Once everyone was changed into something more comfortable you guys ate dinner. Sam was dressed in a navy blue v-neck with some black pajama pants, Dean had a black t-shirt that was a little snug and some red and black plaid pajama pants, and you had on one of dean’s black shirts and some green sweatpants with a little snowman on one of the pant legs.

Dinner was a little amusing you supposed. Of course Dean complained about dinner not being something greasy like a burger or pizza. Sam seemed to like it though, but both you and Sam found it amusing that after the complaining, Dean ended up getting seconds. It never hurt to change things up a bit, give his intestines a change of pace.

Then a little while after, you guys had a slice of the cherry pie, which Dean practically inhaled in a matter of minutes. Then again you couldn’t expect anything less from the pie loving man.

After dinner, you cleared off the table and you three decided to go ahead and decorate the Christmas tree!

You played a little Christmas music in the background and watched as the two hunters tried to figure out how they should arrange the garland on the tree. Then came some of the cardinals, and eventually it was time for the ornaments!

“Where do you think people get the idea for some of these ornaments. I mean who decided it would be a good idea for these animals to be on a tree?” Sam asked while he was hanging up his little moose. Naturally it was in a higher spot on the tree since he was practically a giant.

“Maybe zookeepers wanted to have Christmas trees too.” Dean chuckled as he hung up his squirrel somewhere in the middle.

You smiled as you hung up the fairy that reminded you of Charlie on the tree. You hoped that all of your friends were doing well and that they would be able to celebrate Christmas too one way or another.

“Okay, random thought.” You started so you guys could have some kind of conversation while decorating, “Santa Claus… real or not real?”

“Are you kidding? No, he’s not real.” Sam said right off the bat.

“Wait, why not, Sammy? I mean we’ve come across less believable things. Hell, your imaginary friend turned out to be real.” Dean piped up.

“Come on, Dean. No one, magic or otherwise, cannot travel the entire world in a single night and manage to hit up every single house or apartment.”

“Okay but you forget,” You said, “Not all of the houses necessarily celebrate Christmas, nor do they have children in some of the houses. So that eliminates some of the houses that he would have to go to.”

“Yeah, not to mention that even with the houses that do have kids celebrating Christmas, they may not believe in Santa either and their parents buy them gifts instead. So there goes even more of the houses that he would need to visit.” Dean continued.

“Okay okay, I guess I’ll buy that argument but that still leaves like a zillion houses either way you look at it. And then there’s the amount of time that it would take for Santa to get to those houses. It takes Dean and I a couple of days to go to certain states just here in the US. Santa has to travel internationally.” Sam argued.

“Okay, while I firmly believe that Baby has a magic all her own, we don’t exactly have a sleigh or flying reindeer, Sammy.” Dean reminded.

“Have you guys stopped to consider the fabled magic Santa has? What if he’s just some kind of which or sorcerer? He could easily have placed a spell on the reindeer or even attached hex bags to the reins, or hidden them in the sleigh itself.” You reminded.

“Then there are the time zones. That could extend some of Santa’s time.” Dean chimed in.

“I’ll believe the hex bags, maybe the whole time zone thing. But until we actually come across Santa Claus himself on some random case, then I’ll believe it when I see him with my own two eyes.” Sam said skeptically.

“Such a skeptic, Sammy. Weren’t you the one that believed in angels before I did, way before we met Cass?” Dean laughed.

“That’s different!”

“Oh yeah? How’s that different?”

“Well there’s proof of Biblical events happening in history, and if evidence of miracles happening then angels had to be real too. Then Cass pulled you out of perdition as he likes to call it.” Sam reminded.

You smiled and shook your head as the boys bickered before you spoke again, “Guys, moving on. Why don’t we exchange gifts this year?”

“I don’t see why not. But if we did, who would play Santa that night and hand the gifts out to everyone?” Sam asked.

“I think that’s one of those things where we can cross that bridge when we come to it.” Dean answered, not really wanting to make that choice that early, but then he stepped back to look at the tree.

“I think this looks great.” He smiled fondly, then you and Sam took a step back to look at it as well.

��I do too. This turned out really great.” Sam said with a grin, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at the work the three of you had done that evening.

You smiled as you admired the once plain looking tree now covered in red and silver garland, the red, black and silver ornaments turned out to look nice with the tree as well. The special ornaments to remember all of your friends and family gave it that personal touch it needed to be the perfect Christmas tree after all.

“Now all it needs is the topper.” You said.

Sam nodded and he walked over to the box and pulled out the silvery star to put on top of the tree since he was the tallest. After initially putting the star on, he had to adjust it a little but once it was on top of the tree, it was complete.

“Perfect.” You smiled happily.

“Alright… I don’t know about you guys, but I’m beat from the hunt and the drive home. I think I’m gonna head to bed.” Sam said and both you and Dean looked over.

“Rest well, Sam.” You insisted.

“We’ll take the day off tomorrow instead of looking for another case.” Dean said and Sam nodded.

“Sounds good to me. Night guys.”

You smiled to yourself whenever you watched Sam walking off, both boys deserved the day off. It was definitely well deserved.

Then you felt Dean’s arm wrap around your waist. You lifted and glanced up at him and saw that his attention was on the tree again. It was like he couldn’t get the smile off his face, which made you so glad. It was like it had been so long since he’s had a genuine smile like this.

“You aren’t happy, are you?” You asked in a joking tone.

“No, not in the slightest.” You snickered when he joked back before he looked down at you.

“You know, if you ended up being the ‘Santa’ this year, I could always be your elf.” You pointed out.

“And you’d make a cute elf. We’d have to make sure that Santa won’t come and snatch you.” Dean chuckled before he leaned down and pecked your lips.

“Oh! That reminds me!” You said and you got out of his grasp to go and look for one last thing.

Dean lifted a brow, the curiosity getting the best of him, and he watched you go through the boxes on top of one of the research tables as if you were looking for something specific.

Then he watched you pull out one of the most iconic plants this time of year other than the poinsettia. You pulled out some mistletoe that had a red ribbon tied in a bow attached to it. Dean couldn’t help but grin, “Really?”

“What?” You snickered.

“I can’t believe you actually went and bought some mistletoe.”

“I had to! I couldn’t resist.” You shrugged with an innocent look on your face, “Now, help me think of where we can hang this up.”

“I think I have an idea of where to hang it.” Dean spoke as he took the mistletoe from you, then he held your hand with his free one.

You lifted a brow but followed him, intertwining your fingers and you ended up at you shared bedroom door, making you smirk and look back at Dean, “Really? Here?”

“Why not? I think it’s the perfect spot.” Dean chuckled and you rolled your eyes playfully.

“Fine, I suppose we can put it there.” You agreed and watched as Dean went into the bedroom and grabbed whatever tool’s he’d need to hang up the mistletoe. Eventually, he managed to screw a hook just above the door and he hung the mistletoe from it with some string, then he looked at it.

“There we go, I think that’ll work just fine.” He said as he set his tools down on the table in his room that was next to the door. You could watch him since his door was still open then he stepped back out where you were and you found yourselves beneath said mistletoe.

Dean placed a large hand on your hip and you stepped closer to him. Of course you knew this was the whole reason he wanted to hang the decor above his door, but you didn’t mind. Not actually.

You gazed into his eyes and saw that his gaze was softer than normal, “Thank you… for all of this. Honestly this has probably been one of the best nights I’ve had in a long time.”

You grinned at his words before you reached up and placed your hand on his slightly stubbled cheek since he hadn’t shaved all week, and you felt him lean into your touch before you spoke, “I’m happy to do it for you.”

“Dean, both you and your brother deserve so much. You two risk your lives to save the world constantly. You deserve to have a merry Christmas instead of only celebrating it every so often. You’re so deserving of joy and happiness and this was honestly the least I can do.”

You watched as Dean moved his cheek from your hand as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before he looked down at you, “Y/N, you have already made me incredibly happy just by being by my side. I have that joy all year round just because I have you here and honestly, I don’t know what kind of a man I would have turned out to be if you weren’t here.”

“Probably someone that’s a little more reckless than usual maybe. Maybe a little more self sacrificial.” You teased and Dean playfully rolled his eyes, although he knew it likely would have been the truth.

“You know what I mean though.” Dean said and you nodded a little.

“I love you, Y/N.. more than you’ll ever know.” He said in a softened tone, causing your heart to race.

Sure you’ve said those words to each other before, but it was in the moments like these where the words held a different kind of weight to them.

“I love you too, Dean. More than words can express.”

You felt Dean’s hand move from your cheek to the back of your neck as he leaned down, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. Your eyes fluttered to a lose as you relaxed against his embrace. His touch always made you feel warm, comforted even. His kisses always seemed to take you out of reality.

Life may not have been perfect for these boys, but you knew you wouldn’t want any other kind of life. As long as you were with Dean, that was all you could ask for. Dean was the sweetest kind of addiction you could have had.

When Dean pulled away, he looked down at you and smiled. Then out of nowhere, he picked you up and you wrapped your legs around your waist as he carried you off into your shared bedroom.

As he shut the door behind himself, you leaned in and kissed him once more as the two of you enjoyed the night together.

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sunflower-lilac42 · 8 months

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✧ 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧��𝐬 | sam winchester (feat. dean) ♔

summary: being around the winchesters is overwhelming by itself, but when you're best friends with one and dating the other, there's an immense amount of pressure. and tonight it got to you.

warnings: sad, crying, thoughts of feeling invalid

notes: i wrote this one night and never turned back, so here it is. somewhat proofread, forgive me if any mistakes :)

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It seemed like a stupid thing to cry about, at least to you it did. You had multiple thoughts swimming through your head. While on hunts you had thoughts that you didn't contribute enough to it. The belief in the back of your mind that the boys didn't need you and that you were a burden to them. The idea that you were just dead weight to them and when you were injured or confused that they were being set back five steps.

Unlikely to admit it, you were Dean’s best friend, besides Sam of course, and he was constantly worried about you. Not because he thought you couldn’t do it, but because he didn’t want to lose you on his account. When Dean was your best friend, you only had to worry about one Winchester being protective of you. Yet, when you started dating Sam, that one became two.

The boys would fight over who you went with on hunts, or if the three of you should stay together. They then would fight about getting you a single room when you got to the motel, Dean claiming you needed your “girl time” and personal space while Sam wanted to keep you in the same room, and the same bed, as him.

With the Winchester boys' protectiveness, it felt like they were only doing it because they thought you couldn’t do anything on the hunt and had to baby you every step of the way. They had shut down your ideas when you were only thinking out loud. Thinking out loud was helpful for you when coming up with a real solution.

You knew they cared a lot about you and would do anything to help you, along with doing anything to save your life but the constant nagging deep in your mind plaguing you was horrible. It sounded as if you thought of nails on a chalkboard and chills went through your body.

It was late at night, on another hunt as always with your two boys by your side. Dean and Sam both slept in their perspective beds while you sat up on the couch, doing research and eating ice cream that you had begged Dean to go get, Your cheeks were stained with tears as you kept yourself from making too much noise. Soft music from your earbuds was the only thing keeping you calm, and sane, for the time being.

Taking a break from researching, you looked out the window to look at the sky. You didn’t have much alone time these days seeing as Sam usually won the “Sharing or not sharing motel room” fight. You’d spend the day in and day out with the guys which was affecting your, as Dean would like to call it, “me time”.

Your peace didn’t last long when you heard the soft call of your name, “Y/n/n?” Sam had woken up due to his subconscious telling him you weren’t there.

You didn’t say anything at first, not wanting to share your emotions with anyone right now. Sam didn’t say anything after that and assumed you were in the bathroom. He turned back around, back facing you, and fell back to sleep.

You sighed in relief and went back to gazing out the window. You didn’t know how long you had been sitting there but a hand across your arm made you jerk to look at the person, or thing, standing there. It was Dean and his face held a worried glance, “You okay?”

“Yeah, just couldn’t sleep. Figured I would listen to some music.”

Dean nodded, skeptical, but went to go to the bathroom. You let out a sigh once again but the silence was filled once Dean got back, “I don’t believe you, you know?”

“Yeah.” A lone tear fell down your face and you attempted to wipe it before your best friend saw. Your efforts weren’t enough as he was already walking over to wake his brother up.

“Dean! Don’t wake, Sam.” Your words were harsh but he did it anyway. Sam was up in a matter of seconds and he looked at his brother, “What?”

He pointed in your direction and Sam sat up to get a better look. He rubbed his eyes and they focused on your figure by the window, “Y/n/n? What’s the matter?”

You shook your head, “Nothing. Told Dean he shouldn’t have woken you.”

Sam was the best at reading you and even in his half-awake state, he knew you were lying and called you out on it. You once again shrugged and continued to gaze out the window. You didn’t want to make the boys feel bad because of how you felt, it didn’t feel right. You kept insisting it was just one of those nights where you couldn’t sleep but the boys were just as stubborn.

“If you would just tell us, we could get back to sleep soon.”

“No one is stopping you.”

Dean rolled his eyes, “Your girlfriend is stubborn as hell.”

“You think I don’t know that?”

You scoffed at the brothers arguing with each other about you as if you weren’t sitting there feet away from the two.

“Now, can you please tell us what’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to make you feel bad.”

“We’re tough boys, we can handle it.”

You sighed and Sam stood up to kneel in front of you. He took your hands in his own and his puppy dog eyes bored into yours, “Y/n, whatever it is, I’m sure we’ll figure something out about it.”

“It’s nothing, just stupid feelings.”

“Your feelings are not stupid, nobody’s are.”

“That’s debatable.”

“You’re not helping, Dean.” Sam’s puppy dog eyes turned into a glare as he turned to look at his brother.

Dean shrugged in response, coming to stand next to you. You sat there pondering whether or not you should tell them or not. You knew if you told them that they would feel bad and start tip-toeing around you but you knew if you didn’t, they would keep going with whatever it is they were doing right now.

You gave in and looked up at your boyfriend, “It’s just, I feel like when we go on hunts you’re always having to check on me and make sure I didn’t find a way to get myself killed. It’s beginning to feel like a burden, like I’m a burden. And when you tell me to stay back it’s like you’re trying to tell me that I can’t do it and I don’t contribute to the hunts we go on.”

You vomit the words out of your mouth and as soon as you were done talking you shut your eyes and turned away from the Winchester siblings. The two shared a glance before Sam brought you into one of his bear hugs, tucking your head into his chest.

“Y/n/n we never want you to feel like that and we don’t want to be the cause that you’re hurting. The reason we keep checking on you is because we care, we don’t want to lose you.”

“And the reason we tell you to stay behind on some of the hunts is because we’re not sure we can even do the job ourselves and we don’t want to endanger you because of a mistake we made. We know you can do it, hell you could do the job better than we could.”

Sam nodded in agreement with his brother and you looked up at them, “Are you bullshitting me?”

“‘Course not sweetheart.” Sam’s voice was soft when he spoke.

You nodded, still unconvinced but your eyelids were growing tired and you couldn’t find the strength to stay up any longer. Dean had long walked away and fell back asleep on his bed after he spoke to you. You and Sam whispered some things back and forth before heading over to the bed.

You were tucked into Sam’s chest and his arm was thrown over your waist. Throughout the night you could feel Sam’s arm tightening around you and you smiled knowing that Sam loved you and he wouldn’t want you to be anywhere else but tucked under his arms.

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river13245 · 6 months

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Idjiots (sam x male reader)

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Warnings: Few cuss words? Sam and reader being idjiots, Alcohol.

The store was a busy place, it was full of human people. People who had blood running through their veins without a care in the world. Humans who had a family to get home to take care of. Human, that's all you could smell. It filled rooms wherever you went.

After years or practice you could control yourself in a room full of people. However that doesn't stop the smell from circling you. You had being working on self control for years now. With the help of your father...well with whom you considered your father.

Grabbing some fruits and some more vegetables after getting the basic things someone would get at the store you paid with the money you had brought with you and started heading home.

Once you exited the store the smell of the world was now around you. No longer were the strong temptations around you. Carrying the five bags you had in your arms you passed through people on the sidewalk and crossed the streets.

When you arrived home you hadn't been paying attention to if anyone had been there since its usually just you and your dad. You cant tell just anyone that Bobby Singer is your dad given his history and your own. Opening the door you start talking as you head straight to the kitchen. "so they didn't have everything that you needed on your list but i got other things that should work instead"

The three men who were sitting with Bobby all looked over at you before the oldest spoke up. "who the hell are you?" Turning around as you place down your bags onto the counter you look over at him. "I'm y/n and who the hell are you?"

" Im dean" after hearing his name you were finally able to put a face to the name. Bobby had told you stories about them and how they wouldn't take to kindly to you if they found out your a vampire. So he had said if you ever met them that you would have to get them to like you first before telling them.

Reaching for your items you begin putting them away as you speak. "well I pictured you to be very different. From all the stories I was told" Bobby knew what you were doing. He had told you about how Dean had a big Ego.

"Am i not living up to the idea you had of me?" he asked as you finished putting everything away and walked into the room with them. You looked at him and looked at Sam momentarily "I pictured you more attractive...and taller but I guess I was thinking of the wrong brother"

Sam looked up at you while Dean Smirked a little bit. "Well not all of us can have good taste" Which ended up with dean getting punched in the shoulder by Sam. "what did you say your name was again?"

"His name is y/n and he is my son..i guess you could say" Bobby answered "its a long story" Sam looked at him and shrugged "We've got time"

As you sat down Bobby began to tell them the story of how you two met and everything. Leaving out the part of you being a vampire. He always told you that if you ever wanted someone to know, you should tell them. Not him.

Once the story is finished you all talk for a while about their current hunt and some other things. And before you know it, its late and everyone is getting tired. "you guys can stay a few nights. So you don't have to worry about a hotel or anything while you hunt"

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Early in the morning you were sitting at your desk drawing. However the sounds of snoring were filling your ears since you could hear everything with your vampire abilities.

The sun had started to rise which caused you to finally look at the clock seeing its 7:00. You sigh and get up from your seat heading downstairs to see Sam passed out on the couch looking extremely uncomfortable. He got the choice of the couch since Dean and him played rock paper scissors and lost.

Feeling sorry for him you walked over and knelt down beside him and run your hand up and down his arm lightly. "Sam, wake up." Soon enough his eyes open and he looks at you "sorry you just looked very uncomfortable." taking your hand off him you stand up. "I'm going to make breakfast for everyone. Why don't you just go take my room in the meantime"

He slowly wakes up and sits up on the couch running his hand through his hair. "no no I need to get up. I'm usually up by now." Laughing a little as you walk to the kitchen "Must have had a long night then. You and Dean did drink a bit last night"

You were met with silence as you got out some eggs, bread, bacon and potatoes. Thinking that Sam went to your room to lay down you started to play some music, making sure to keep it at a low volume.

When you started to cook you hear footsteps behind you and its Sam beginning to scramble the eggs. He must have felt your eyes on him cause he smiled a little "I wanted to help. You made us dinner last night its the least I can do" You smiled softly as you continued to cook "thank you Sam"

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As you guys cook you hum along to the music that plays. Sam remains quiet, just listening to the food cook and your humming. However when Paramore comes on you begin go sing a little louder. Still remaining at a quiet tone since everyone is still asleep.

"I should be over all the butterflies, but I'm into you. I'm into you" You sing as you plate food for you and Sam.

"And baby even on our worst nights I'm into you, Let them wonder how we got so far" Sam joins in causing you to look at him and continue.

Let them wonder how we got this far, cause I don't even need to wonder at all" you sing and then you both sing the next line simultaneously. "after all this time I'm still into you"

You both continue to sing as you finish the food. Only stopping when you hear deans voice "okay you two love birds. I smelled food, didnt know a concert was available too" Turning around you see Dean grabbing a plate while your dad looks at you shaking his head chuckling to himself.

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The week goes by pretty fast. Too fast for your liking. You and Sam had gotten extremely close over the week along with everyone else. Your dad seemed happier when they were home, it was obvious to you but not to everyone else.

You were always super observant over peoples attitudes and feelings. However what you weren't observant of was Sam's feelings for you.

Since day one you had found Sam attractive, the fact that he was tall also didn't help at all. You and Sam watched movies together in your room at night when everyone was asleep. Made breakfast for everyone since the day you guys got caught singing.

Sam also couldn't help but start to like you too. First impressions are everything to him and you gave him a hell of an impression. When you joked with Dean the first time you guys met. Then how you were so caring towards everyone you cared for and yes that included him and Dean.

You two were oblivious even though you both flirted with each other all the time. However who wasn't oblivious to all of this was Dean and Bobby. They planned on doing something about it because they were tired of seeing the back and forth shit.

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On the last day they were going to be there it was a sunny day after raining for days. You felt yourself grow sad and slightly moody the longer the day went on. Sam and Dean were out catching the monster/s while you had stayed behind since they didn't need extra help.

Your dad is sitting on the couch drinking a beer when you sigh and grab a water bottle before walking into the living room. Bobby was reading his journal when you grab his beer and replace it with a water. "hey what the hell?" he says as you roll your eyes "Your liver has to be shit by now. With how often you drink."

He sit on the couch looking over at you now glaring at you. "listen just because you are upset over dean and your precious Sam are leaving today doesn't mean you get to take my beer!"

His tone wasn't actually upset he was just trying to get a reaction out of you and you knew that. So now you glare at him "just drink the damn water Bobby. Please" you say and he sighs before taking a drink of his water and continuing his reading.

A few hours go by and you had been keeping yourself busy not wanting to stop moving because you know if you did then you would think about how Sam is going to leave for who knows how long.

You were currently cleaning the kitchen making it spotless when the door opens the guys come back. When they come in they see Bobby drinking water causing dean to speak "I didn't know you knew what water was Bobby"

Bobby looks over and shrugs "y/n over there is in one of his moods. He hasn't stopped moving since you guys left" Dean knew why that was but Sam was to busy walking over to you and grabbed your arms lightly stopping you from cleaning the counters which were already clean "y/n slow down. There is nothing to clean"

Stopping your movements you look over at Sam and place down the rag onto the counter and let out a breath you hadn't known you were holding. "I'm sorry" you say as Sam pulls you close to him and he rests his head on top of yours. "its okay. No one is mad." he pulls away and gives you a small smile before Dean places his hand on Sam's shoulder "okay Sammy lets go grab our things and put them in the car"

Sam goes to the extra room and gets everything. While you go to the living room waiting to tell the both of them goodbye. Bobby ends up walking over to you "Tell the guy how you feel son." you shake your head "no there is no point. We never know how long they will be gone for. Or if they will even come back and we both know you wont let me go with them because of my...condition"

Bobby is silent especially when the both of them come down with their bags. He does go help Dean carry the stuff leaving Sam and you by the door.

Looking up at Sam you nod "well looks like its goodbye for now huh?" Sam nods and looks down at you "You know ill be back. Cant stay away from Bobby for long. ya know?" His words cause you to chuckle "oh yes sure. Bobby is always such a joy to be around"

Sam looks around and notices Dean give him a look encouraging him to do something. So he takes places his hand on your shoulder "look I will call you every day. Hell id invite you to come along but Bobby would probably have some words to say about that one. But i dont want to leave till I do something"

"do what" you ask as he brings his hands to the sides of your face pulling you into a kiss. He leans down quiet a bit as you wrap your arms around his waist.

When the both of you pull away you're both smiling like kids at a candy factory. You place your hand on his chest "I might just have to sneak away and come join you guys on your adventure"

Sam laughs and you both look over at Bobby when he whistles for everyone's attention. He holds out a bag and its the same one you had in your room. "well what are you waiting for Idjiots. Better leave before I change my mind"

Sam who was holding onto your hand walks with you to your dad and you hug him. He pats your head "be safe alright."

"yes ill be safe and blah blah blah. As long as you promise me one thing?" he looks at you with a questionable look "alright what do I have to promise to"

"drink more water, try to be a bit more healthy. Trust me i will know if you don't" he rolls his eyes "alright. Now you boys better get going"

The three of you nod and say quick goodbye and you say a quiet "i love you" to your dad before getting into the car in the backseat as the two boys sit in the front and start driving off.

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brightlilith · 1 year

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Sam: one truth and two lies. You first Y/N.

Y/N: I'm Spider Woman, I hate pie, especially apple pie and I hate comedy movies.

*Cas, Sam and Dean look at me while I eat a piece of apple pie and watch my favorite comedy movie*

Dean:Wtf?

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super-incorrect · 5 months

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Y/n - I've been through a lot of stuff so I don't cry easily

Dean - I ran over a butterfly this morning

Y/n - *uncontrollable sobbing*

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sincerelylea · 1 year

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tw: angst, severe angst

platonic between reader/winchesters, fix me fic. that's all ur getting out of me writing wise for supernatural; fix me fic galore.

sam's hand, lifted by his elbow, raises to wrap against your bedroom door. he can see it now, dean’s disappointment showing evident on his face when he’d inevitably tell him he couldn’t do it or that you refused to answer again. his jaw clenches then releases numerous times - and by god his hand is nearly shaking trying to knock against your door.

truth is, he’s afraid. afraid of what he might find one day when you don’t answer and he gets brave enough to break down the door.

you aren’t the same. but he knows no one could after spending a year in flames - a year in the pit.

a familiar sting of pain rings out in his chest at the thought. sam knew fixing people was impossible; hell he’d tried too many times with dean to know it was. but he’d be damned if he wouldn’t help you pick up your pieces and glue them back together.

dean’s leg is shaking as he lays back on his bed - that frustrated line in his brow as he thinks over what could be going on a few doors down. he has a sick feeling it isn’t good. that you won’t answer, that you might be dead in there. and he throws himself up from his bed at the thought.

they’d been where you were - he wanted you to realize that to at least let them in again. he knew you would look down at the handprints on your arms and think about it - hell dean still glances over his shoulder in the shower or when he shaves and thinks about being pulled out by cas.

but this. this was eating you - he saw you crumble by the day. him and sam both.

you spent your days curled in bed, eyes fixed on the wall with visions of hell plastered behind your eyelids playing like a film you couldn’t escape. you’d scrub your skin to rid the permanent feeling of slick blood dried on your skin. you’d cover every inch of you if it meant to hide the healing wounds and bruises and scayou’d pull your hair back taught behind headbands and clips and bandanas if it meant you didn’t have to feel your hair touch you like it felt when you were down there. rs. you changed your body wash and lotion to a scent you didn’t remember.

but worst of all. you saw it in their faces. saw that look that said they saw you like that. naked and bloody from the pit, following you anywhere, you were puddy in their hands.

looking at them was a reminder that it was real. you couldn’t escape your brain - you had to live with it. and a burning guilt ate at you besides the constant reliving of it that you were failing them.

the next morning you showered, pulled your hair back, wiped tears from your eyes and cheeks, and covered your hands with your long sleeve shirt and flannel (stolen from dean’s arsenal he kept) and met them for breakfast.

it was nerve wracking enough to step out into the world outside of the safe space of your bedroom. shaky handed, watery eyed, your knees almost buckled at the thought of having to do it.

you villainized the idea of touching someone after you returned - it’d been a week since you saw the insides of hell, and six days since looking at sam or dean. your greatest comfort turned so sour in your mouth - you only yearned to gain that comforting feeling form them again.

you knew they’d never hurt you,

up here at least.

when you turn the corner, the skin around your eyes a sickly shade of red and your eyes as well - dean looks like he’d seen a ghost.

you shuffle out further and clear your throat - sam turns from his spot at the stove. the smell of coffee warms your insides, and you stand at the table and feel small beneath the two set of eyes focused keenly on you.

at any second you’re waiting on fire to spurt from the table and engulf the room and to be reminded you’re still in hell - but it doesn’t happen.

dean stands, ditching his coffee and computer.

your eyes focus on the floor, but for a moment they dart upwards to meet dean’s. he’s got that soft look - melted like butter. the line in his brow is soft, concerned, worried. it’s killing you. his fists clench once by his sides. you decide to keep your eyes on him.

you remember dean before hell. his metallica and motley crue records - the way he ate his burgers, that one time you sneaked a couple of strips of bacon in one you’d made with him and you thought he’d pass out right then in there. the way he always smelled woodsy and his working-man-hands were surprisingly kind. the way he’d squeeze your shoulder and force you to tell him that you’d be careful on a hunt. how his hugs felt, how he kissed the crown of your head when you found out your parents were dead.

you owe something to them.

“i-i…” you swallow, and bring your hands together to wring them nervously. dean sees the water growing on your lash line and wishes you’d just stop. you don’t need to do this, you don’t have to do this. “i-i know i’ve been… away… since-” you bite the inside of your cheeks.

“anyway. sorry for not being more active.” every word you say sounds like it’s exasperating; like death could claim you at any second. you look up to sam across the room for only a moment, you decide not to think too much on the look on his face and instead focus back on the floor for a moment before looking back to dean.

“i’ll be better- i don’t know-” you feel his hands push your shoulders into his arms, meeting his body with a small bit of force.

it’s all overwhelming for a moment - but nearly immediately your eyes are watered over. he feels like a strong force. there in that moment you couldn’t be taken, you wouldn’t be - not like this. you were back, and human, and they were human, and real, and not figments of hell made to hurt you. this was dean. dean was holding you.

“i’m here.” he says, a whisper. you wrap your arms tight around his middle, his hand cradles the back of your head, presses you further.

“i know.” you respond, tearfully. that dam breaks like force, and you’re weeping into his sleep shirt, the tremble of your arms around him has him soothing your hair with his palm.

“we’re here, sweetheart.” you pull from dean, if anything to look at him and to remember him this way instead of that fearful look he had while sam wrapped a jacket around your battered frame the night they pulled you.

he braces your forearms first, but his hands are everywhere. he soothes the sides of your face, clearing hair from you and your neck, holding your jaw with care before squeezing your arms again.

“you don’t owe us an explanation.” sam speaks up. he’s wilted, tired even. his facial hair is growing in a bit, and he looks handsome and a bit aged like you always remembered.

you nod your head and wipe your face, tightly holding onto dean’s arm for a moment before you turn to sam and begin to walk towards him. “you don’t owe us anything. we want to help you.” sam’s large hand soothes over the top of your head before swiping over your wet cheeks.

your mouth is downturned, you fall into his hold. his cheeks leans into the top of your head, hand running over your back.

you remember sam before hell. he always smelled warm, and he always was. his embrace, his hands, his voice. he was gentle - always the one to care and ask and plead. you remember the way his face lit up on christmas when you got him a tolkien book set and an audible subscription. he hugged you with tissue paper still in his hands. you remember the way he was always patient at patching you up after hunts and how he’d always share his bed if you had a nightmare.

when you part, sam has that look in his eyes like he’s asking for permission. his hands are focused on your sleeves, fingers tucked into the edges waiting for your okay. dean’s coming up behind you when you nod, feeling the gentle way he braces your forearm with his opposite hand as he pulls up your sleeves to reveal the litters of scars and wounds and bruises - not only that, but the healed over handprints conquering your skin.

sam’s hand wraps around your forearm just over the grip of the handprint on your left arm, dean’s smooths over the one on your right.

“we’d never stop fighting for you, kid.” dean reminds from your right. you look up to him and nod.

“i’ll never stop fighting for you guys either.”

the bath water was pink. though the water was warm you were shaking in the tub. your wounds ached at the feeling of water in them, muscles relaxed in the warmth yet you’re still on high alert that it isn’t over.

dean pours water over the back of your hair, sam gently rubs off dirt from your nails.

your eyes are focused clear on the wall in front of you.

“it’ll be okay.”

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Night Moves

Castiel x plus size reader

Dean makes you sleep in the car so you ruin the seats

Warnings: car sex, established relationship, getting caught, cockwarming, squirting, mentions of hunts and violence, dean/reader friendship, choking (non-sexual), creampie, humour

WC: 1.9k

Minors DNI

The bar was too loud, too full of people. Adrenaline still strummed through your veins as you picked at the label on the beer bottle in front of you, the alcohol long having gone warm. Dean was standing in the middle of a gaggle of some very pretty college girls, recounting some bogus story to them.

Sam was back in the Bunker, recovering from a particularly nasty fall from a salt and burn a week ago. So you were stuck here until Dean decided to hijack the motel room for some fun. You just wanted to be back home in your own bed in the arms of a certain angel but you had to wait for the idiot of your best friend to be done stroking his ego.

Your body felt like one big bruise and you were more sexually frustrated than you had ever been. Castiel had been away for two months searching for a group of rogue angels that tried to kill you and Jack when you took him on a little family outing. You missed your angel so much, your body feeling cold without him next to you.

For being an angel, Cass had corrupted you so entirely. He tortured you with pleasure, ruining you for everyone else, including yourself. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t reach that peak he had no trouble in bringing you to. You growled in frustration as you watched Dean walk towards you, a girl under each arm, obviously very pleased with himself.

“Guess I’m sleeping in the car tonight.” His smile got even wider and he chucked the keys at your face. “You’re the best!” You sighed and watched him walk out, resigning yourself to a sore back tomorrow. You threw back the rest of your warm beer, cringing at the stale taste. With a sigh, you gathered your coat and stepped out into the cool autumn air.

The Impala was parked close by the hotel, slightly hidden from the road. You pulled a blanket from the trunk and crawled into the backseat, trying and failing to get comfortable on the leather. “Fuck Dean and his love for classic cars. We could have a minivan we could sleep in but no, we all have to pile in this tiny sack of shit.”

Admittedly, most of your anger was just from the fact you hadn’t had an orgasm for almost ten weeks and you were done with the constant state of horniness that had resulted in a huge pile of ruined panties as you would try to bring yourself to release without any luck. You huffed, flopping back onto the seat, crossing your arms over your plump stomach, letting yourself fall into the fantasy you used to fall asleep every night.

Warm sun shined over your face, the sound of waves crashing lulling you into a daze, the warm water licking your toes as you stood in the sand. Two big arms wrapped around your middle, his normally pale skin exposed and tanned beautifully. His sharp nose nudged along your neck, thin lips nipping at your pulse point as his hard body pressed into your soft one. You didn’t speak, just stood there, loving the silence and peace.

“I love you angel.” You whispered into the wind. His arms tightened around you, laying a kiss to your temple. “I love you more honey bee.”

A shifting under your head made your eyes shoot open, hand grasping for the knife strapped to your thigh but you stopped at the familiar rumbling chuckle. “Cassie?” The brunette looked down at you fondly, cradling your face, your head laying in his nap. “Hello love.” You clambered onto the seat, latching onto his shoulders, hugging him tight.

“Missed you so much.” His lips met yours gently, barely brushing together, the way he loved to kiss you but you had absolutely no patience for that bullshit right now. You pulled him further into you, tilting your head so you could slip your tongue in his mouth. Cass immediately reciprocated, pulling you into his lap so your crotch was pressed against his own, his cock hardening at the contact.

You hiked your skirt up over your wide hips, having not changed out of your undercover outfit from the vamp hunt you went on earlier, shifting your soaked panties to the side. Your hands trembled as you fumbled with your partner’s belt, desperately pulling at it to get access to him. “S-slow down bee, let me get you ready.” You shook your head. As appealing as foreplay with the angel was, given how he didn’t need to breathe, he could eat you out for hours, you needed him in you.

“Been too long, need your cock.” You sunk down onto him, the burn from the stretch was too much. A mixture of him being gone for so long and the lack of prep made the pain of taking his cock overwhelming, just like the first time. Cass’s hands fell to your thick waist, fingers digging into your soft flesh in an attempt to stop himself from thrusting up into you. His head fell back against the leather seat, chest heaving.

“God you’re divine. My perfect bee.” He gave a shallow thrust, unable to help himself, not when he was finally buried in you after so long. You whimpered, pleasure and pain shooting through you. “Fuck this.” Your hips rocked forward, not caring that you weren’t ready yet, you just needed him.

Your nails dug into Castiel’s strong chest as you lifted yourself high enough for just the fat head of his dick to be inside you and then dropped back down, ripping a scream from your throat. “M-miss your cock so much.” You panted, rocking back and forth, your orgasm easily building.

“Needed you so bad. Hate when you’re gone.” You felt like he was in your throat, you were finally full, finally satisfied. Strong arms wrapped around your back to pull your chest to his own, thrusting up softly to match your rhythm, not wishing to take the power from you, yet.

Cass nudged your face up with his nose so you could meet in a messy kiss which he immediately dominated, making you whimper into his mouth. Your thighs burned as you continued to ride him, but you didn’t care, you were furiously chasing your end, desperate and needy, you attempted to pin the angel in place so you could selfishly take what you wanted.

A warm tingling circled around your legs and waist, tightening only slightly as your weight was pulled from your legs, making you hover over him. “T-thought you weren’t supposed to use your grace for-holy shit- sinning.” You whined, hands shooting up to bury your fingers in his silky brown hair as he angled his hips to hit your g-spot. “I fell a long time ago my love, might as well use my grace to make my goddess feel loved.” “Fuck. keep talking.”

His deep, raspy voice rumbled through the Impala, just like the purr of the engine. His blue eyes were dark with lust as he gazed up at you thrashing above him trying to get even more friction against your aching sex. “I hate leaving you, I hate not being able to make love to you every night. You’re so beautiful, you deserve to be pleasured, to be worshiped.” A calloused thumb rubbed tight circles on your clit, just the way you liked it.

“I need to give you every ounce of pleasure I have denied you. I cannot be away for this long ever again, I constantly wish to be one with you. I love you.” He whispered this last part in your ear like it was some great secret he trusted only you with. Your stomach tightened as your orgasm built, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. His thrusts increased in power.

“Oh my god!” The change in pace immediately made the knot in your tummy snap, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing over you as your vision went white.

Cass growled, pulling your body down so he could bury himself completely within your heat, cock twitching as he came deep inside you, filling you to the brim with his seed, tucking your head beneath his chin as he slowed, still thrusting into you shallowly to ride out your highs. “Sorry I finished so quickly,” he muttered into your hair, “I couldn’t stop myself.” “Make me cum again and we’ll be even.” You joked.

You should’ve known better. The angel’s lips descended onto your neck, biting on your sweet spot as his finger flicked your clit once more. Your mouth dropped open as you barely rocked on his softening cock which was still buried inside you. The feel of his cum leaking from you and being full after so long was making a strange feeling grow within you. “Angel, too much.” “One more time, please my love. Give me one more.”

He didn’t relent, groaning as you clenched around his sensitive cock. “Fuck fuck fuck!” You cried, “Cumming!” You threw your head back and a gush of liquid rushed down the length of his cock, soaking not only his shirt and trousers but the leather of your best friend’s precious car. You slumped forward, exhaustion finally consuming you now that you were safe in his arms.

He laid a delicate kiss to your temple, using his grace to clean up the both of you but not pulling out yet. “Did so good bee.” “Thank you angel. I love you.” You brushed his hair from his face, still fascinated by the pure beauty of your love. “I love you more.”

You sighed happily and settled against him, closing your eyes, happy to fall asleep in his arms again.

The door to the Impala swung open and Dean dove in. You screeched and clutched tighter to Cass. “Dean?! What the hell!” He started the Impala using the spare set of keys in the glove compartment. “The girls were vamps!” He tore out of the alley just as you heard sirens in the distance, the cops obviously having been called.

You and Cass are too shocked to adjust your current scandalous state.

As the car passed by the city limits, Dean sighed in relief, eyes flicking to the rear-view mirror, eyebrows scrunching. “Cass? When did you get here?” “Twenty three minutes ago.” “What have you been doing… In my car?! Seriously?!” Cass’s cheeks went red and you avoided eye contact, shifting so he fell out of you. You readjusted your skirt as he tucked himself away.

“You kicked me out of the room.” You pouted. “You’re gonna clean this entire car when we get back and you’re gonna buy me three pies.” “Three?!” “Yes three, one for defiling my baby and two for making me see your boyfriend’s dangly bits.” His green eyes narrowed at you.

“Fine. But you leave us alone for two days because we have a lot of time to make up for.” “Deal.” He leaned over and turned on the radio. “Don’t do what I think you’re going to do.” He smirked.

“Little too tall coulda used a few pounds! Tight pants points, hardly renowned.” You launched over the front bench, going for Dean’s neck. “I’m gonna kill you!”

The car swerved as you throttled him and Cass only sat back, smiling softly, far too in love with you for his own good. He’d stop you before Dean passed out.

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superlunar-eclipse · 3 months

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Girl! I need more FBI Winchester!Sister reader stories! I hope that becomes a series 😩😩

🌑 ੈ✩‧₊˚ ━━━━━ COMFORT IN SOLITUDE

SUMMARY: After a tough case, Y/N and Dean retreat to separate motel rooms. Sensing Dean's distress, Y/N finds him at her door, visibly upset. She comforts him, calming him down. Despite their tough lifestyle, Dean finds peace in his big sister, Y/N.

WARNINGS: angst? blood and mentions of alcohol. (lmk if i missed any)

RELATIONSHIPS: dean winchester x Y/N winchester and mentions of sam winchester x Y/N winchester.

WORD COUNT: 878 words

AUTHORS NOTE: thank you for being my first request, i am will now be considering of making this into a series! Y/N is mentioned to had studied human behavior and emotions in college.

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The case they had worked on tonight had been mentally and physically taxing. A devastating amount of innocent lives had been prematurely extinguished due to the reckless choices of theirs. The weight of responsibility hung heavy upon their shoulders, and the somber mood permeated the car ride back to the motel.

A silent consensus was reached between them; they were simply too drained to embark on the journey back to the bunker. Their bodies were smeared in a morbid mix of their own blood and that of those they had been unable to save. They could hardly muster the energy to clean themselves up before collapsing into the worn leather seats of the Impala.

Upon arrival at the motel, they opted for separate rooms. Normally, if only two beds were available, Y/N would willingly relinquish hers to sleep on the couch while Sam and Dean took the beds. However, this time, Sam had stayed behind to delve into research, and both Dean and Y/N felt a strong desire for solitude.

Y/N dropped her heavy bag onto the threadbare motel carpet and rummaged through it for her night clothes. She trudged to the bathroom, her head hanging low, burdened by the night's events.

She shed her blood-soaked clothes and stepped into the shower. She stood motionless, watching as the scarlet stains swirled away down the drain. After changing into fresh clothes, she sank onto the couch, her body heavy with exhaustion. She heaved a sigh and closed her eyes, endeavoring to banish the haunting memories of the case from her mind.

In the silence of her room, Y/N became acutely aware that she should go and check on Dean. She knew the case had struck a particularly painful chord with him.

Both Dean and Y/N were alike in their habitual reluctance to open up about their feelings, but their coping mechanisms differed greatly. Dean often sought solace in alcohol, sometimes to the point of passing out, despite Y/N's repeated warnings that it was an unhealthy way to deal with his emotions.

Y/N, on the other hand, preferred to avoid sleep, choosing instead to distract herself with research. She poured over texts about demons, vampires, ghouls, ghosts, shapeshifters and other creatures they might need to hunt in the future.

Having studied human behavior and emotions extensively in college, Y/N was adept at masking her feelings. However, tonight, she decided to reach out to Dean. She opened her motel room door, only to be taken aback by the sight of Dean standing there.

He looked vulnerable, his hands fidgeting nervously and his head hung low. Y/N could tell that he had been crying. She silently ushered him into her room.

They sat on the couch in silence for a few heartbeats before Y/N began to speak. But before she could get a word out, Dean cut her off. He wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face in her shoulder, his body wracked with sobs.

Y/N offered Dean the comfort he needed, setting aside her own feelings for now, holding him close and murmuring soothing words until his breathing slowly returned to normal. She tenderly kissed his forehead and wiped away his tears.

"Goodnight, Dean," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. No matter what horrors they had to face, he could always find solace in his big sister.

As the quiet of the night deepened, Y/N found herself unable to leave the couch. Dean's head rested heavily on her lap, his steady breathing a testament to the exhaustion that had finally claimed him. His slumber was a stark contrast to the turmoil they had endured earlier, and Y/N took solace in the peace that sleep had granted him.

Her hand remained on his back, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest beneath her fingers a reassurance that he was still with her, still alive. The comforting warmth of his body seeped through the fabric of her clothes, anchoring her to the present moment. She found an inexplicable comfort in their shared silence, a reprieve from the chaos of their lives.

Her thoughts inevitably drifted towards the case they had just closed. The faces of the innocent lives lost emerged in her mind, their haunting eyes reflecting the horrors they had been subjected to.

The guilt of not being able to save them all gnawed at her insides. But she knew, as did Dean, that they couldn't save everyone. It was a harsh truth they had learned early in their line of work, yet it hit them anew with each case.

Y/N shook her head, dispelling the morbid thoughts. She needed to focus on the present, on Dean. She allowed herself a soft smile, appreciating the rare moment of tranquility they were granted. Despite the horrors they faced, these quiet moments, where it was just them, were the ones she treasured the most.

As sleep began to creep up on her, Y/N adjusted her position carefully, ensuring not to disturb Dean. She let her eyes close, the comforting rhythm of Dean's breathing lulling her into sleep. With the weight of the day finally catching up to them, they found solace in each other's company, their bond a beacon of hope in the darkness that surrounded them.

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Reaper of Odds

Summary: It was the annual reaping, but the results weren’t what you had expected

Warnings: mentions of death, cursing, hints of neglectful parents, and mentions of drinking

A/N: Feel free to request for any one shots you would like to see in this series!

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Everyone stood shoulder to shoulder- if you could even call it that. It was more like shoulder to stomach with so many people packed into the small square.

There was almost no breathing room, it made your chest squeeze painfully and your lungs begin to tickle with the slightest bit of a burn.

It was safe to say that the only thing keeping you grounded in that moment was the small squeeze of reassurance that the boy to your left gave your hand. You grasped his hand back tightly, not caring how desperate you came off. His hand was the only thing keeping you grounded in that moment.

“Welcome, welcome, to the seventy fourth annual Hunger Games!” The woman- Rowena- spoke smoothly into the microphone upon a stage that made her look out of place against the bland concrete behind her. You could only imagine how she would look standing in the crowd with all of you.

“I have a feeling,” The red haired woman with too much makeup and too bright of a dress continued, “That it is going to be a very special year.”

Not a single person matched her enthusiasm.

“As always, may the odds be ever in your favor.” It must have taken years of practice for her to stare out at all of their tired, grief stricken faces and not once let her perfect smile falter, “Let’s begin with the girls.”

Deans hand tightened even more around yours when she spoke, and you glanced at him from the corner of your eyes.

His lips were set in a stern line and his eyes were hard, the complete opposite of how he looked whenever he was looking at you. It was almost starting to see the face you had grown so accustomed to look such a way.

To his other side stood his younger brother, Sam, who was slouched down as if that could hide him from the reality of the reaping. His eyes were wide and filled with a horror that would be enough to fuel your nightmares for a long time.

Though he was Deans little brother, he had always been like one to you too. He was always someone you felt you needed to look out for, take care of.

And the interesting thing about it was, it wasn’t just because you and Dean were together. The two of you had been best friends almost all your lives having grown up as neighbors, and even then, you still looked out for Sam as if he were your own.

It was only recently that you and Dean had finally admitted your feelings after years of hiding it. And though you were arguably in the most dangerous and difficult district to live in, you found yourself being happy. A rare feeling for any person in district twelve.

Of course, you knew the chances of any one of the three of you being picked were as slim as they come, but that didn’t stop your breath from catching in your throat as the woman onstage gracefully made her way to the large bowl on the side of her and fished out a single slip of paper.

On that paper would be the name of one doomed child, one forced to give up their life and everything it could have become, victor or not. No one ever truly won.

The woman cleared her throat when she got back up to the michrophone and made a spectacle of dramatically unfolding the paper, as if she was oblivious to the way every single person in the square was holding their breaths.

In a couple seconds, all but one person will let out their breaths of relief.

But then she did something she wasn’t supposed to do, Rowena read your name from the paper. Clear and crisp as day. Though there was absolutely no way she had read it wrong, you couldn’t help but desperately wonder if she had- if some sort of mistake had been made.

You stumbled backwards, even Dean's grip had loosened in shock at the news. He was staring up at the podium, frozen, barely looking like he was even breathing.

There was a ringing in your ears, sharp and painful, you couldn’t hear anything else but it. Not the horrified sobs of Sam, nor the impatient grunts of peacemakers who were making their way through the crowd when it became clear that you weren’t moving.

People all around parted from you like a plague, not offering a single hand to you as your knees gave out and you fell to the ground. You were too numb to even feel the sting upon impact.

The peacekeepers had finally surged through enough of the crowd to reach you. The closest one roughly grabbed your arm and yanked you to your feet. Your mind was too full to even comprehend the gesture, so you simply stumbled up and followed as he pulled you to the stage.

“Hey! Hey!” Dean finally snapped out of his trance, and a look of complete and utter rage washed over his face, “Let her go, you son of a bitch!”

A separate peacekeeper had to hold him back, but you still numbly made your way to the stage, giving no sign that you even noticed the outburst coming from the boy you loved.

“Now,” The lady smiled once you stood beside her, as if nothing had happened, “We shall draw from the boys.”

The peacekeeper holding you apparently deemed you safe enough to let go and took a step back, still close enough in case you had another episode.

Your eyes finally lifted to meet those of Deans, whose green eyes showed with unshed tears. He had stopped fighting, fallen silent and held a sobbing Sam to his chest.

An overwhelming smell of fruity perfume filled your senses when the woman returned, holding a folded slip of paper.

“Samuel Winchester!” She read happily.

No. No. No. No. No-

One of the local officials that were near the two Winchester boys moved to take Sam and push him onto the stage.

A furious scream left Dean's lips as he lunged towards the peacekeeper that wrenched his younger brother out of his grip, swiftly punching him in the face.

The official fell to the ground the second Deans fist hit his jaw, knocked out automatically.

You sank to your knees on the stage floor, hands cupping your mouth as you wept and wept.

The odds that were supposed to be near impossible not only brought you despair once- but twice.

Not Sammy, anyone but Sammy-

The boy was practically shoved into your arms, and you held each other close.

Suddenly, remembering the cameras that were directed at the two of you, no doubt having at least half of Panem watching, you shakily pulled both of you to your feet, keeping one arm wrapped securely around his shoulders.

Even through your panic and duress, one thought broke through all others: now that he was here, you needed to do everything in your power to keep Sam safe. If one of you was going to get out of this, it would have to be him, not-

“I volunteer!”

Your head snapped up to where Dean had shaken off the holds of the officers that had restrained him, his arm was raised straight in the air, eyes trained solely on you and Sam as his voice boomed through the square.

“I volunteer as tribute.” His voice was steady, calm, a stark opposite from how he had been acting a mere moment ago.

Sam sucked in a sharp breath and tensed up. He might have been horrified to be sent into that arena, but that didn’t mean he wanted his big brother taking his place.

Unlike you and Sam, Dean didn’t need an escort up stage, he simply strode forward with his chin held high and a look of determination set on his face.

The young boy was directed back into the crowd as Dean came to stand beside you, facing forward, but immediately grasping onto your hand with his own, interlacing your fingers and squeezing reassuringly.

“Well, this was an interesting experience,” Rowena laughed airily before swiping an arm to the side to present to you and Dean, “Our district twelve tributes, everybody!”

Instead of being met with applause like the woman had hoped, all she got were pitying looks directed at you and Dean, who still stood hand in hand, facing the people of your home district.

After clearing her throat, Rowena ushered the two of you off the stage and into some back rooms you knew would be where you were meant to say goodbye to your loved ones before you were shipped off to the capital.

“It’s okay, Honey Bee,” Dean muttered into your ear as you walked, “We’re going to be alright.” He squeezed your interlocked hand.

The two of you were sat down in a small back room and were told to wait while they let your families in.

Unsurprisingly, Sam was the only one to scurry through the door.

Your parents had died when you were young and Dean and Sam’s father, John, had been sulking in the back of the square, no doubt nursing a flask under his jacket and taking quick sips when no one was looking.

He hadn’t so much as make his presence known when not just one, but two of his sons were put on stage in front of the entire district, awaiting departure to their possible deaths.

Quickly, the younger boy threw his arms around his brother's torso and sobbed into his chest.

“I-I’m so-sorry-“

“Hey, hey, shh,” Dean shushed him, rocking the boy back and forth as he rubbed a comforting hand up and down his back, “It’s not your fault. None of this is your fault.”

The boy was still sniffling when he pulled away after a few moments and fell into your arms. You just pushed his hair back from his eyes and gave his forehead a kiss, “It’s okay, Sammy, it’s okay.”

Neither of you said that you promised to come back, that was too big of a promise to make to the boy. Too much of a possibility that you wouldn’t.

“P-please watch out for each other,” The boy hiccuped when it was finally time to leave, giving his big brother one last hug.

“Of course we will, Sammy.” Dean mumbled, closing his eyes briefly as he held his little brother tightly.

He pulled away after a moment and looked at the boy sternly, holding him at arm's length, “If you ever need anything, I want you to go to Jody. She’ll look after you.”

Jody was also your neighbor, and the woman had been kind enough to take you in after your parents passed. She never failed to take care of you or either of the Winchester boys. She wasn’t family though so she hadn’t been allowed in with Sam.

The boy nodded, rubbing a dirty sleeve over his nose.

“And Sam?” You swallowed, “Will you tell her that I said thank you? For-For everything?”

His eyes filled with tears once more at your words, but nodded again nonetheless.

“Alright, we best be going.” Rowena entered the room, clapping her hands and perfectly manicured nails together once.

Dean squeezed Sam’s shoulder once more, “I love you, okay?”

“I love you too,” Sam mumbled, glancing at you as well so you knew he included you with that.

Your heart clenched with pain at the thought of leaving the boy, but not as much as it did if he had been with you.

Instead, you were now faced with having to go into a fight to the death with your boyfriend by your side. A fight that will take one of you away from the other.

And just as you had promised yourself with Sam, you would make sure Dean made it out alive. He needed to survive more than you did- he had so much more to live for. He had a family, you did not.

“Let’s go,” You said quietly, taking Dean's hand in yours and following Rowena out of the room.

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theresnotenoughusernames · 9 months

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Witch of the Week - PT.1

PT 1 of Miniseries

Parings: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester x platonic!reader

Summary: W.O.T.W.

A night of celebrating your latest hunt turns upside down when you meet a handsome stranger at a bar, to your surprise, you would reunite not even 15 hours later at a crime scene. After the inevitable team up, things get heated between y/n and Dean.

Word Count: 4680

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“Ugh” you awoke clutching your pulsing head; the aroma of fresh coffee and last nights tequila shots filled your nostrils.

“Finally, I thought you were going to sleep in all day” your friend Maria snickered as she threw a water bottle to your side and opened the nearest window “You smell like shit, get the fuck up and shower, your stinkin up the house”

Smiling softly as you swing your legs to sit up, you shove your middle finger in Maria’s direction and slowly make your way to the bathroom, “Made any breakfast with all that energy?” you retort.

“Duh Its on the stove, hurry up, my shift starts soon” she stated as she swung her hospital ID badge on her neck.

As the warm water hits your skin you can’t help but to relive the thoughts from last nights encounter at the bar. You and Maria had hit the bar hard celebrating a simple and deathless case a 10/10 in your books honestly. 8 years into hunting 3 years solo, and you made a point to celebrate any and every little win you get.

“Cheers” you exclaimed in unison, shooting back your 5th shot of the night you felt a surge of energy rush through your body. As you turned to scope the bar, you locked eyes with a tall green eyed man that caused a hitch in your breath. Opting for a smirk from the unknown man in return.

Flushed with anticipation of your potential trouble for the night, you slyly turned to inform your friend of your departure. However... she had intended on doing the same, which unfortunately, involved a plus one for you. Being the best friend that you are, you quickly ignored the pull to go after the green eyed man across the bar and turned your energy to the men in front of you. “Y/N/N this is Fernando and Steve” seeing Maria’s clutch on Fernando, you quickly gathered Steve would be your entertainment for the night. Both men were alluring standing tall around 6ft with beautiful dark smiles on their faces. You shot your friend a nod for approval once you truly started to take Steve in; Dirty blonde, blue eyes, and a chiseled frame poking out from his tight white shirt. You were going to be jussst fine.

“Hi there” Steve offered his hand. “Ooo a formal man” you exclaimed – Something sober you would’ve probably just thought and not blurted out, but he seems to like the half disinterested vibe you're putting out. – “I’m Y/N, what brings you out tonight?”

“Doesn’t matter what brought me out seeing now I’ve just met you” a sly smirk grew on your face as he whispered in your ear. You scoff dragging him to the dance floor not wanting to continue with meaningless chit chat.

by song 4? 5? Whichever it was, you were both moving as one sultry and (hopefully) tasteful mess; you broke off to catch some air. Steve was a blast but it was too much to take him outside on the off chance that he would get the wrong idea. Plus a tipsy smoke break of your vape was 10x better when you were by yourself. As the cool air danced over your skin, your eyes took in your surroundings, a jet black old muscle car caught your attention. You were never that into cars but you could appreciate it, plus it reminded you of the first car your dad had, long before the days of the good ol 'minivan.

Taking a few steps to admire the vehicle you started to hear soft steps in the gravel behind you. That’s all it took for you to sober up and start to reach in your jeans for your knife, slipping it ever so carefully into your sleeve for easy access. Keeping the guise that you were checking out the car you turned your body to the side and whistled low. “Like what you see” a deep voice hums from your peripheral. “Haven't seen a baby like this in a long time” you stated as you turned your attention to the man, quickly recognizing him as the hottie from the beginning of the night.

Judging from the smile on his face he remembered you too. Little did you know, he’s been watching you all night - taking in how carefree and effortlessly tantalizing you moved. “You’ve seen this car before” the man clearly interested if you’ve crossed paths before.

“Looks like one my dad used to have, remember some crazy rides in the back of that thing” you beamed tucking your hands in your pockets still clutching your handy little knife.

He subtly approached arm now resting on the impala. You stood your ground near the rear.

“You from around here?” the man inquired.

“Not really, and neither are you I bet”

“Why’s that'' he stated.

“Cause, with a car like that – and a face like that” you pointed as the green eyed man smiled, “I deefffinitely would’ve seen you before” the bold statement rolled off your tongue smoother than your drunk mind cared to stop it.

“Dean we’ve got a ca..” a deep voice slices through the tension from across the lot. Heavy boots and a large figure clears the distance in no time, stopping to speak once he sees your head poke out from behind Dean. “oh. i. uh. sorry De, we’ve got a call from uh Jody.” The man fumbles on his words and ‘Deans’ features stiffen ever so slightly but not letting it change the way he looked at you. If you weren't paying attention like you always did, you just might’ve missed it. Thus. prompting you to exit left before the mystery man you now identified as Dean had a chance to properly introduce himself or reply to your come on- “Welp, see you around then Dean” you let his name roll off your tongue as you walked away. “Take care of that car yeah” you turned to wink at him still stuck in his spot as he watched you walk away noticing you slip something into your back pocket. “Making new friends” Sam taunted his brother as you entered the bar taking one last puff from your vape. “Would’ve if it weren’t for -- shit -- didn't even get her name” Dean shrugs still watching you as he enters the car “So what's up with Jo”

Making your way back to your friend Maria you're ready to pick back up where you left off with Steve, that is until you're met with her sad eyes as she peers at her phone. “What's wrong” you asked with creased eyebrows as you shot a look to Fernando and Steve “UGHH Y/N! My surgery got pushed to the morning shift” Maria pouted and put the final nail in for the night. Yeah Steve was hot, but there was no way you would leave your friend for some guy you barely spoke to... You took down Steve’s number and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before you left. He even made sure you two were safe to get home and waited with you for the uber like the gentleman he is.

Lucky for you Maria was just finishing up breakfast as you strolled out of the guest room y/h/c still damp wetting your top. She was one of your best friends since you met in middle school and you never felt like a guest in her house when you crashed in-between hunts, but there was always one rule any time you were in the house together you had to have ‘actual meals for once’. Your rule in return was to prepare her on how to defend herself and teach her any new supernatural warding you picked up. Your friendship was a nice touch of homelife that most hunters don’t get the chance to experience.. But this is usually short lived, after a night of celebrating a case closed... your phone started ringing with the next one up to bat.

Your hunter friend Bonnie called you from a case 60 miles away from your location in dire need of some backup. Out of everyone in the community you were her go to and she was yours. Approaching hunting like a seedy tinder date, you’d check in and share locations on hunts. This time around she was hunting some nasty dark arts witch and ended up in the hospital after she finally caught up to it.

You said your bittersweet goodbye to Maria as you grabbed your keys and hit the road. 60 miles would fly like a breeze after a hearty to-go breakfast from your bsf and your Spotify playlist playing all your hype mixes.

Meeting up with Bonnie in the hospital was like a kick in the teeth. She looked BAD. Whatever shit she's mixing you into this time isn't going to be a one and one kind of stich. She gave you a quick lowdown on the POS plus the key to her motel, for the rest of the evidence. Bonnie squeezed your hand tight before you left “Be careful Y/N/N” all you could do is offer a knowing smile in response and lay down some protection wards.

As you unloaded into the motel your scanner app alerts of death nearby with the same M.O. of your witch on the run. Prompting to go after the lead you slap on your fed suit. Cops were reluctant as usual, but you quickly pushed them out to thoroughly comb the scene in peace. The right confidence and badge could open any doors.

John Doe was nailed to the wall with their heart torn out of their chest and tongue cut out. Not your typical witch run being more gory than usual, with odd markings on the chest. None that look similar from what you’ve encountered but you would have to compare it to Bonnie's notes when you get back.

Still yet to search for any hex bags or supernatural mojo; you hear heavy steps and whispered tones from the entrance. Hiding your phone ready to scold some two bit deputies, you’re met with a familiar and confused face “Mornin Detectives” you spit out with a condescending tone and a sly smile.

. .

Dean quickly wipes the confused look on his face as he tries to analyze how to approach the situation. The other man simply scans the room focusing on the facade.

“Morning” “Didn't know they put anyone else on this case” a tight lipped smile and serious response from the friendly giant. “I'm agent Kline this is agent Roberts”

Y/N smirks at the attempt “hmm you don't look like a Dean Roberts” you motion. “I’d prefer real names and what information you have on this case” Although you can spot a hunters facade from a mile away, you offer a chance for the men to clock you and speed up the process.

Dean finally perks up “Sam. Dean. Winchester. Only got a hunch. Your turn” Sam looks puzzled but accepts the events unfolding in front of him, offering you a quick smile and the smallest nod.

“Body popped up before I had a chance to look into this case. Only got the cliff notes from a friend in bad shape, was going to compare to what I gathered from here” Loving this refreshingly cut and dry retort “Cards on the table” you state as you lean back.

“Would you be open to sharing?” Sam asks.

“The sooner we get this piece of shit the better. Plus I don't appreciate the whole Bloody Valentine approach to murder. You can follow me to my motel after we're done here”

Sam and Dean share a look, Sam opening his tight lipped smile to speak “Works for me… uh” “Y/N” you state. “Now have you guys ever seen anything like this” you said blissfully unaware of just which pair of men you’ve encountered.

. .

The ride back to the motel was brief and it just so happened the brothers already knew how to get there.. Since they were staying a measly 3 doors down. You wonder how you managed to miss them when you arrived but knew this case would be a lot smoother with backup close by.

Deans the first one to speak when you all meet up outside of your cars.

“Alright before we go in. I’m gonna need to change out of this fed suit.” Tugging on his collar and walking away.

“See you in 15”

“Fine by me”

Leggings and an oversized tee beats a suit any day. With extra time on your hands you have a chance to make the motel look decent enough for company. AKA hide the clothes you threw on the bathroom floor.

A gentle but firm knock sounds in your ears. Jumping up from the table where you laid out the evidence you’re excited to share what you’ve found with the boys.

“Hey. Any of you know why our witch of the week is carving Greek symbols into our vics?”

“Not really my thing” Dean states as he slides by you and gestures to his brother.

“Greek? Huh” Sam brows furrowed as he starts a tangent of the possible connections. You clearly see the more valuable brother for intel as you shut the door.

30 minutes pass and you are sure the carvings are related to the Greek god Eros but can’t find a single reason why the tongue or heart was cut out. Sam huffs as he throws down another stack of Bonnie's files.

“There's nothing here. This doesn't make any sense.” he groans as he runs his fingers through his hair.

“Dude calm down, something has to be here” his brother tries to offer some support.

“No Dean, maybe he’s right. The only people who would understand is the witch or freaking Eros” The boys share a look just as your phone rings. As you excuse yourself from the table the guys continue chatting in hushed tones”

“Hey Y/N/N, its Steve from last night.. I uh hope this isn't a bad time for you”

“Oh Hi! No.. I'm free. just surprised to hear from you” Moreso how he got your number, you don't remember giving it to him or why this man you've barely spoken to would want to start now. You took his number down for this exact reason. So you wouldn't get any surprised calls unless you initiated it.

“Yeah, I kind of convinced Maria to have it after I didn't hear back from you last night.”

Pushy. But the sweet tone of his voice tells you his intentions are pure which make you blush. It's been a while since you’ve had a guy care. Or rather one that you would let care about you. Hunting and dating don't tend to mix well so you opt for the occasional hook-up where you promise to call them the next day but then ‘lose’ their number. But this feels different. He feels different. You have.. hope? Shooting a glance at the men in front of you, your met with Deans hard stare, quickly you regain your composure and muster a response.

“Yeah well a work emergency kind of took me out of town for the next couple of days, haven't really had a chance to breathe”

“You sound like you need a break doll”

—a few minutes pass as you indulge yourself with Steve before you're brought back to reality.

“Y/N, glad to hear catching up with your boy-toy but Sammy’s got a lead. Could you wrap it up.”

You roll your eyes at the comment but choose to cut off the convo with Steve… that is after you promised to grab drinks with the charmer when you get back to town. Beaming from your brief call with the Greek god of your own you join the boys back at the table.

“So, what do we’ve got”

“Well, you gave us an idea. Not sure if it was on purpose but it still got me thinking. We could ask Eros himself. It's super easy and only requires a few things from the store” enthusiasm dripping out of every word Sam offered.

“You sure it’ll work?”

“It's worth a try” Dean finally chips in as dry as could be.

“I'm going to head out to the store to pick up the stuff, but get this, you need a man and a woman to recite the spell simultaneously. That's probably why all the vics have been male.”

Satisfied with his findings he opens up the spells for you and Dean to study while he pops out to the store. After a few minutes of looking over the spell you asked Dean if he wanted to practice saying it in unison; to your luck you got it on your first try, still repeating another 2x to make sure it wasn't a fluke.

“Beer” you suggested to Dean.

He gave you a knowing nod and you made your way from the fridge.

“So.. didn't peg you for a hunter last night” he started.

“Reallly” you chuckled as you took a swig of the cold drink. “You need to pay better attention then Winchester; was holding a weapon once you made your way over to me”

“Ah, I knew I saw you slip sumtin’ in your back pocket”

“While you were checking me out? Interesting” A playful smile spread across your face as you teased.

Red crept up Deans neck as he laughed at such an accusation.

“Sweetheart, the only thing getting checked out last night was my car. I guess captain America at the bar was too much for you so you had to run away huh?”

Well if you didn't think he was checking you out before, you definitely did now. For someone so short of words, he sure did know how to choke on em. You could’ve let it slide and ignore the blatant comment that confirmed he was checking you out. But you live for the drama.

Offering a low hum before you speak “Oh you noticed him. Shame really, there was a guy at the other end of the bar who looked more my type but then I got twisted into entertaining him for my friend.” a sinister smile briefly on your face as you take a sip of your beer. Carefully watching Dean as he tries to contain himself. He's enjoying this just as much as you.

Parting his soft lips to reply, he's cut off with the sound of Sam cock-block Winchester entering fresh from the store. Mentally cursing to yourself as this is the second time your bold comments go unretaliated. Finishing your beer you accept your fate and lend Sammy a helping hand as he lays out everything you need for the spell to work.

. .

“…βγείτε μπροστά” “…βγείτε μπροστά” [come forth]

Light fades in front of the group as a figure makes its way over. A tall shirtless man.. women?.. Figure seems to scramble in front.

“εραστές γιατί με φωνάζετε [lovers, why do you call upon me]” a deep a soulful voice makes its way to your ears before your able to take in the figure in front of you, a tall shirtless man with chiseled abs, a jawline fit for a god and the face to match. As the boys are happy to see the plan worked Sam's attempts to translate, you on the other hand are trying to remember the task at hand as the God steps closer and makes you feel hot all over.

“θέλετε να συλλάβετε [do you wish to conceive]” he whispers near your ear lustfully, taking in both you and your spell partner. You can't help but blush and squeeze your legs together absentmindedly, he's a god you think, the god of sex and desire, he must be secreting some sort of pheromones in the air. Y/N chill out. Your thoughts betray your actions as you peel your eyes of the God to look over at Dean, wrong move. He takes in a shaky breath as he shifts in his jeans. As the god slowly circles around the two of you like prey. You reach out to Dean's arm in an attempt to stabilize yourself. The contact sent waves of fire throughout your body and by the way your eyes locked, you could say the feeling was mutual.

“Samm..” you croak out with strain, resulting in Dean to push his side closer to you. Sweat beading from your foreheads as you both fight the urge to keep composure and ignore the growing heat in your bellies.

Sam attempts to explain the situation in the gods native tongue, causing the Eros to move closer to him and more importantly away from you. 3 steps was all it took for you and Dean to feel like you could breathe again, sharing a knowing glance and separating. Although it wasn't enough as you took it upon yourself to move farther away to get something, anything, to drink. As if things couldn't get weirder, when you turned back around from grabbing a drink the chiseled man who caused such a disturbance in the room was no longer there. Replaced by a woman in white who seemed to be casting a troubling effect on the pair of brothers.

“Geez could you tone down the sex appeal Eros” was all you managed to say before the God made its way over to you changing forms once again “κανένα πρόβλημα αγάπη [no problem love]” he stated as he ran a finger down your cheek. You find yourself leaning into the touch as it sends bolts of electricity through your body. But once you open your eyes you find that Eros did indeed ‘tone it down’ allowing you to breathe in their presence. “Good, now do you speak English by any chance” you hoped – Greek sounded hot but you'd rather not rely on google translate to solve your issues.

“What is it you need, my doll? I do not know of this witch you speak of. Or the methods of mutilation, sounds more like something of interest for my father”

“But she's been casting the same spell we just did” Sam questions as you inch your way closer to the boys and away from the sex god, testing if they will change into another form the further you get.

“My love, ingredients are nothing without heart and heat”

“You mean ‘cause Blair witch forced the vics into the spell it wouldn't make it on your radar”

Just as you thought, the closet Eros was to someone would affect the form they took on. In the blink of an eye a woman's hand brushed over Dean's forearm “precisely” she smiled up to the eldest Winchester. A goofy expression took over his face as he slowly pushed off the y/h/t God, looking between you and Sam.

Eros took it upon themself to make its way over to sit by you [seeing as you were the one most open] as the chiseled man sat down, you noticed their eyes were no longer brown when he first appeared, no, now it's turning into a very distinctly familiar shade of green. Being on the other side of the room had its advantage as the boys would not be unable to see the change. Was this the reason Dean had distanced himself from Eros? How exactly does Eros choose what form or features to take on? A familiar fire warms your insides as the affectionate Greek God makes contact while you're lost in thought.

“I am merely a lover, my doll. What can I do for you now?” you continue to chat with Eros as the brothers brainstorm far away from Eros’s lustful effect.

“Can you tell when the witch tries to call on you?”

“Hmm.. I have felt an unusual pinch in my body in the past moon”

“You..your heart or tongue?!”

“Yes, my love. As well as my chest. It is the smallest pinch and then nothing” Eros states as he guides your hand along his chest mimicking his words. Keeping your hand over his heart Eros starts to lean in taking in your features “πανεμορφη [beautiful]” a heat rises inside you once again. Your heart beating out of your chest as you close the distance between you meeting the gods soft and welcoming lips before he devours you with the swipe of his tongue. You're not sure if it's him or his powers but you're ready to pounce on his lap - “woah. woah. woah.” a voice attempts to pull you out of your trance. Not bothering to find out who it was, you maintained your battle with Eros’s tongue, that was until someone physically tugs you out of it. Electricity fades the further you are pulled apart. Dean looked down at you like you were mad “the hell Y/N” he said with a twisted look in his eyes. Unbeknownst to him, the other hand no longer hovered over the male version of Eros, but rather a version who looked similar to yourself. The version who maintained to stay out of your sight but still in your grasp as you all stood connected, Eros whispered in the Winchester's ear falling under Eros’s spell, Dean leaned in, crashing his lips into them as y/h/c filled his hands. Something pulsed through you as Eros and Dean kissed. It was too much and it took every ounce of energy to break away and not join. While you stumbled away your head spined as it filled with vivid thoughts of you and Dean. Blinking the thoughts away, you were finally able to hear Sam, someone who you forgot about entirely for the past 5 minutes and apparently the person who's been trying to reverse the spell to send Eros back to wherever he came from. Not wanting to fall for the spell - you joined Sam's attempt.

“..ΕΠΙΣΤΡΟΦΗ” [Return] Sam and you screamed the final part of the reversal. Right before Dean was going to mount Eros right in front of the two of you. “Thank fuck” Sam slumped into a nearby chair. Dean fell on top of the bed surprised to see the lack of person underneath him and you, well you, were as beat as Sam and confused as to what the hell transpired since it was now dark outside. “How long was this going on Sam?” You shot a concerned look over at the spent Winchester.

“Way too fucking long. De you ok?”

“Oof never better” Dean now sitting up on the bed, holding his head in his hands.

“Well.. i think now's a good time to call it a night right?” you were [to no surprise] left hot and horny after the whole encounter with Eros. The last thing you need is to continue the night in that condition.

“Yeah, we’ll call you in the mornin’ to start on another lead. Goodnight Y/N” Sam jumped up heading towards the door. Poor boy, you had no idea how long he was trying to get you or his brother out of the spell. Sam couldn't get out of that room any faster and assumed/didn’t care his brother would follow suit, he needed to rest. Bad. His brother on the other hand, was still on your bed, head in hands and labored breath. Prompting you to instinctually rub his back “what's wrong” he stiffens at the touch.

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