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Enchanting Christmas
i love this Scottish woman so much
Rowena MacLeod x Reader
No Pronouns used!!
Summary: Rowena, the enchanting witch, confesses to the reader that the holiday season has awakened new emotions within her. The two share a magical moment, culminating in a kiss that transcends the ordinary. As they celebrate the festive season together, they discover the unexpected joy of love in the midst of holiday magic.
Enchanting Christmas
The snow fell gently outside the bunker, creating a serene winter wonderland. The scent of pine and the soft glow of Christmas lights filled the air. Rowena, the powerful and enchanting witch, had decided to join the Winchesters for the holiday season, and you couldn't have been more thrilled.
As the three of you gathered around the roaring fireplace, sipping hot cocoa, Rowena couldn't help but notice the way your eyes sparkled with joy. She had always been drawn to your warmth and kindness, and Christmas seemed to amplify those qualities.
One evening, Rowena approached you as you admired the twinkling lights on the Christmas tree. "Y/N, darling, may I have a word?" she purred, her Scottish accent weaving a magical spell.
You turned to face her, a smile gracing your lips. "Of course, Rowena. What's on your mind?"
Rowena took your hand and led you to a cozy corner of the bunker, away from prying eyes. There, surrounded by the soft glow of candles, she cast a subtle enchantment to make the moment even more magical.
"Y/N, I must admit, this Christmas season has brought out a side of me I never thought I'd embrace," Rowena confessed, her eyes softening.
You looked at her with curiosity, feeling the genuine vulnerability beneath her powerful exterior.
"Spending time with you, the Winchesters, and the festive spirit has awakened something within me," Rowena continued, her hand tracing patterns on yours. "I find myself drawn to the warmth you exude, the joy you bring to those around you."
A blush tinted your cheeks as you met Rowena's gaze. "I feel the same way, Rowena. Christmas wouldn't be the same without you."
Rowena leaned in, capturing your lips in a soft and lingering kiss. It felt like a spell, a magical connection that transcended the ordinary. The enchantment deepened, and the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in a cocoon of holiday magic.
Wrapped in each other's arms, you and Rowena shared a quiet moment, savoring the magic of Christmas and the unexpected warmth of love that had blossomed between you.
As you pulled away, Rowena whispered against your ear, "Merry Christmas, my darling. May this holiday be as enchanting as you are."
And with that, you both returned to the festivities, hand in hand, ready to celebrate a Christmas filled with magic, love, and the unexpected joy of newfound connections.
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AHHHH i just want to marry her so bad!!!
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Supernatural Masterlist 2
Dean Winchester & Little Sister!Reader:
Too Much
My Hero
Hold Me
My Job
Strong Enough
Need
Here For (big sister version)
Here For (little sister version)
Not You
Tickle…Spider?
Trade
Let You Down
Trust
Cuddle Buddy
Addiction
Dean’s Girl
Target Practice
Wandering
Face Your Fears
Sam Winchester & little sister!reader
Worry
Triggers
Abandon
Winchester Brothers & little sister!reader
Reunion
Reunion part 2
Busted
Apple Pie
You’ll Never Guess
Family
Sleepyhead
Queen of Hell
It’s Me
Save Me, Brother
Steak and Pie
Man’s Best Friend
My Turn
Sick Day
Confessions
Cuddle Day
Psych
The Loudest Silence
In Remembrance
Room for Two
Almost
A Broken Outing
Be Here
Hide and Seek
Always
Seat Belts Save Lives
Back Off
Heat of the Moment
No Big Deal
Party Time
Bring Me to Life
Universal Love
Something to Hold Onto (Sam & big sister, Dean & little sister)
Search and Rescue
Hope
Furry Friend
Bullies
Stupid Reasons
Heatwave
Love Language
The Family Business
All the Difference
Another
Useless
Band-Aids and Biker Gangs
John Winchester & daughter!reader
Princess
Rage Monster
One Big Family
To Save a Life
Long Day
Team Free Will 2.0 & Winchester!reader
67
One Big Family
Team Free Will & Winchester!reader
Best Friends
The Good In You
Prom Night
Big Family
Fight Club, Part 2
Bed time
Like Father, Like Daughter
Just Keep Breathing
Just Keep Breathing, part 2
Angelic Interference
Castiel & Winchester!reader (platonic)
Guardian Angel
Caretaker
Let It Out
Take Care
Dean Winchester & Daughter!reader
Quality Time
Daddy’s Girl
Hexed?
Sam Winchester & Daughter!reader
Just Like You
Hotheads
A Father’s Love?
Dean Winchester x reader
Opposites React (rugby player au)
Sam Winchester x reader
Home Sweet Home
Gabriel & Winchester!reader (platonic)
Trickster’s Pet, part 2
Rowena Macleod & Winchester!reader (platonic)
Auntie Row
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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!
Masters of the Scene Masterlist
･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.
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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Hello! It’s been a while but here I am continuing a Rowena Macleod/ Reader ff from a while back. Hope you enjoy!
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The One That Got Away - Chapter Three
Warnings: tw: child abuse, tw: verbal abuse, tw: physical abuse, tw: alcoholism, tw: death of a parent (all only mentioned).
Word Count: 1.9k
Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Female Reader
A/N: There are TRIGGER WARNINGS in this part - please heed these, and if you think you’ll be affected by any of them, please do not read. I didn’t have a beta for this, so all mistakes are mine.
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If someone had told Y/N six weeks ago that she’d be considering a move back to Kansas, she’d have laughed loudly in their face. Still, she’d checked out the vacancy at Lawrence Memorial, and she had to admit that fewer hours and much less stress for the same salary was highly appealing.
In Chicago, Y/N worked a sixty-hour week. The other twelve were expected, but the overtime was nice. If she went to Lawrence, she’d be working a standard forty-eight-hour week with the option of overtime. Even considering those optional hours, she’d still be working a maximum of sixty hours a week in a hospital in a much smaller city. That, and being close to her family and friends, convinced Y/N to apply for the job. Now here she was, a week later, at the car rental desk in Kansas City airport, ready to drive the hour journey to her hometown for an interview.
Y/N felt a little guilty that no one knew she was coming, but she had to return to Chicago tonight for a shift. She wanted nothing more than to see Uncle Bobby and Jody. There were so many thoughts, feelings, and doubts running through her mind, and she knew they’d be quick to calm her down and call her out on all the bullshit.
She still wasn’t entirely convinced this was a good idea, and the somersaults ravaging her insides seemed to be backing that up. She scoffed at how pathetically childish she was acting, suddenly realising that although she’d made a good life in Chicago, she hadn’t made a home. Dean was, and always would be, home. And Dean was in Lawrence.
Y/N wasn’t naïve enough to think Dean was sitting around waiting for her to come home. They’d promised each other they’d move on. And she tried. She tried so hard to keep just one of her promises to him. The problem was, she couldn’t give him up. She didn’t want to. She’d only ever loved and wanted Dean freaking Winchester.
She took the Lawrence exit and headed downtown. She smiled at the familiar streets, shops, boutiques, bars, and restaurants. Her nerves began to settle as happy memories flooded her. Being home spread warmth through her, and everything made perfect sense.
Stopping at a red light on West 6th Street at its junction with Maine Street, she smiled widely at the diner where she and Dean had their first date. It was just as thriving as it’d been fifteen years ago. Y/N’s smile became softer when she saw Uncle Bobby’s engine pull up across the junction, heading south and back to the station. He was sitting shotgun with the same grumpy scowl she remembered from childhood, and the guilt of not telling him she was here weighed heavy on her chest.
When the lights changed and the engine moved forward, her heart stopped when her eyes landed on Dean. He was laughing at something Benny told him, and she was thankful they were too distracted to notice her. What stunned her most was that he was even more handsome now than when they were teenagers.
Y/N smiled; her mind made up that she was coming home if she was lucky enough to get this job. She had to try. She owed them both that.
Charge Nurse Rowena Macleod led the interview and couldn’t have been nicer. Meg Masters was the HR representative overseeing the process and had a kind face. However, Y/N could sense that she had a mischievous streak hidden in there.
Both women were cheery and friendly, leaving her with no doubts that they genuinely cared about their staff. Rowena’s passion for nursing also shone through, and Y/N hoped she’d get to work with her.
“Okay, dearie,” the petite redhead smiled. “Last few questions. I hope you don’t mind. These are a wee bit more personal,” Rowena smiled kindly, and Y/N exhaled as quietly as she could, trying to ease the nerves.
“You’re a highly qualified nurse only a year away from being a doctor. Why didn’t you continue to medical school?” Rowena’s face was kind, and her tone held no judgement.
“I thought about it and was going to, but I did my final nursing placement in an ER. One night, I stayed on after my shift ended to clock come clinical hours towards my final exams, and we had a major incident. The bleachers at the University of Illinois football field collapsed, and over a hundred students were injured. The doctors were slammed, and the hospital closed to new patients.
“It wasn’t long until the families started to show up outside the hospital, and they weren’t allowed in as we were over capacity and had patients lining the halls, waiting for the next doctor to be free. That night, it became my role to update the patient’s families. I realised I thrived in helping people in a way that was much deeper than diagnosing and treating.
“Treatment of patients will always be the most important thing we do as nurses, but talking and listening to them and providing comfort to them and their families is just as important, and doctors can lose sight of that,” Y/N relaxed, knowing she’d said all she needed to and her passion had shone through.
“Our doctors were amazing that night. They didn’t lose a single patient, but as soon as they moved on to the next one, they’d forgotten everything about the person in the room next door. The nurses knew their names, their medical histories, the medication they’d been given, and who’d been treating them. It was then that I knew I didn’t want to go further. I was already where I was meant to be.”
Rowena glanced towards Meg, the brief slip of a smile showing she was impressed. Had Y/N not been watching the redhead, she’d have missed it.
“Thank you, Y/N,” Rowena smiled kindly. “Lastly, why are you looking to move from one of the best hospitals in the Midwest to a small city in Kansas?” Again, Rowena’s tone held no judgement.
“I was born here. In this hospital, actually,” Y/N smiled. “My mother died in a house fire when I was little, and in his grief, my father became an alcoholic and took his grief and anger out on me. My name at the time was Y/N Y/L/N. When I turned eighteen, I legally changed my last name to Singer, which was my mother’s maiden name.
“I recently learned that my father doesn’t have much time left, and it’s made me reevaluate my life and the direction I want it to go. I still have family and friends here, and I’ve stayed away from them for too long. So, although I initially thought about only being here until my father passes, I’ve decided it’s time for me to come home.”
“I’m sorry, Y/N, and thank you for your honesty,” Meg said kindly.
Y/N could only nod in response, all words failing her at that moment. Too many people in this town knew her, and even more knew her father. Eventually, it would’ve come up, and she didn’t want to lie to a potential new employer.
“We’ll have a decision for you in a few days,” Meg continued. “It was lovely meeting with you.”
“Thank you for seeing me,” Y/N smiled warmly.
“Oh no,” Meg chuckled. “Thank you for seeing us! I know you have to travel straight back to Chicago for a shift,” she finished and stood to shake her hand.
“My goodness, dear! You don’t even have time to visit your family?” Rowena asked sadly.
“No, and that’s why they don’t even know I’m here!” Y/N chuckled. “Well, that, and I didn’t want to get their hopes up about a permanent homecoming too soon!”
“I can understand that, Y/N,” Rowena squeezed her forearm. “Have a safe trip home, and we’ll speak to you in a few days.”
“Thank you. It was great to meet you both,” Y/N smiled and offered the women one last handshake before returning to the rental car. It had gone better than she’d thought, and she knew it would be a long few days of waiting.
The next few days were absolute hell. When Y/N reported for her shift on her return to Chicago, it was one major incident after another. A drunk driver thought it was a good idea to get behind the wheel and drive down the wrong side of the freeway. After that, a derelict and condemned building collapsed, the floor unable to withstand the weight of the hundreds of people attending an illegal rave. Next came victims of a fire in one of the student accommodation buildings. And to top the night off, just as her shift was about to end, the charge nurse begged her to cover the day shift as a few staff had called off with stomach flu.
When she finally got home from the thirty-hour shift, she showered, ate the leftover pizza Pamela had left for her and went straight to bed. She wanted to sleep for a week solid, but in eighteen short hours, she needed to be back at the hospital for another damn shift. At least she was finally going back onto day shift rotation. Small mercies and all that.
Y/N climbed into bed, pulled the covers up to her chin, and curled up in a ball to get comfortable. She groaned as her joints popped and cracked and her muscles finally relaxed. With a long, loud huff of air, the remaining tension left her body, and she drifted into a deep and dreamless sleep.
A shrill noise roused her to consciousness, and she blinked at the clock. Y/N groaned in annoyance, realising she’d only been asleep for six hours and grabbed her phone, ready to give someone a piece of her damn mind.
She frowned as she recognised it was a Lawrence area code calling. Taking a breath, she tried to bury the thought that whoever was on the other end of that phone was calling to tell her that her father was dead.
“Hello?” Y/N answered, sounding much stronger than she felt.
“Good morning, Ms Singer. It’s Meg Masters from Lawrence Memorial Hospital. How are you?”
“Morning Meg, I’m good, thank you. How are you?”
“I’m doing great! I’m calling to tell you that Rowena feels like you would be a fantastic addition to the current ER nursing staff, and we would be honoured to have you working here. So, what do you say?” Meg said excitedly. Y/N couldn’t see it, but she could hear the grin in Meg’s voice.
“Oh wow!” Y/N chuckled. “Thank you! Yes, I’d love to join the team. I can’t wait to get started!”
“Great! We look forward to having a nurse with your passion and knowledge on our staff. I know you’ll need some time to move and settle, so I’m proposing your start date be four weeks on Monday; that’s the second.”
“That will be more than enough time. Thank you, Meg,” Y/N smiled.
“No problem, Y/N. Rowena would like to speak with you sometime this week to review some of the finer details and any contract negotiations you have.”
“Of course,” Y/N smiled and gave Meg her shift pattern for the week before ending the call.
This is it! Home, sweet home! Y/N smiled as she scrolled through her contacts, finding the person she needed to speak to.
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Captives of The Court - Masterlist
A Supernatural Series
~Strange things are brewing in Connecticut, so Dean and Y/N go check it out. After stumbling through town, they fall into something that's been going on a very, very long time. Can they put an end to the bloodshed and make it out unscathed or will they need a little help this time?~
Starring Dean Winchester x Y/N Y/L/N
Featuring Cameos by Sam Winchester, Rowena MacLeod, and OCs
21,500 Words - 13 Chapters
Series Warnings Include: NSFW. Magic. Angst. Captivity. Pregnancy Talk, Sex. Oral. Threesomes, Slavery, Murder, Blood, NonCon/DubCon, Bickering. Also lots of love and fluff.
Chapters:
One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen
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Vena, Not Venus
Title: Vena, Not Venus
Pairing: Rowena Macleod x Reader
Summary: Y/n's magic lesson with Rowena goes a bit awry.
Minors DNI, 18+
Warnings: smut, bottom Rowena, top reader, vaginal fingering
NR
WC: 1297
The air was thick with incense smoke as Y/n and Rowena sat across from each other. Aside from the candles lit around their bodies, the room was completely engulfed in darkness. Y/n kept her eyes closed as she muttered the words that Rowena had given her over and over again. Rowena held onto Y/n's hands to allow for their magic to flow through each other. The spell that Y/n was trying to learn was a simple one, the easiest of the old magic that Rowena could think to teach her pupil. Y/n had excelled in Rowena's lessons on the more modern kind of magic, but the had hit a wall when it came to learning the older stuff. There had been a less clear line of good and evil back then, and for something to have been marked as evil, it had to have been some serious stuff. Real life for life and blood for blood business.
"I would hate to interrupt your very obvious flow of things, but what exactly have you been saying all this time?" Rowena asked as she opened up one eye to check on her surroundings. The flames of the candles were supposed to be burning a deep, dark red, but instead they had a pinkish glow to them. Rowena had thought that she had misread Y/n speaking earlier, but as she looked around the room and assessed her own feelings, she knew that she had heard Y/n correctly.
"Venus-," Y/n started, only to immediately be cut off by Rowena.
"Vena, not Venus. You've been offering up your body to Venus, not opening your blood to let the magic through. This has turned into an entirely different kind of ritual my dear." Rowena tried to keep her voice even to avoid insiting panic in Y/n, but instead her words came out shaking in between ragged breaths.
"Wh-what kind of ritual have we been doing?" Y/n asked as she shifted onto her knees. Rowena watched as the robe Y/n was wearing dipped down to reveal the now flushed skin on her chest. Y/n was attractive, and Rowena had never been one to dismiss that fact or deny it, but she had done a good job of not reminding herself of it at inopportune times like this one. Ignoring what her body wanted wasn't a choice that Rowena knew she had. The spell was enhancing the feelings for Y/n that were already there, and if Rowena was being honest, it was startling how good Y/n was at this particular spell.
"Let's just say that if all else fails, you've got a monopoly on being a Priestess of Venus. I'm not sure how in demand they are, but I'll put out a good word for you," Rowena joked. The usual punch of it was gone though, and Y/n finally noticed the state that Rowena was in. Rowena could feel the entire energy of the room shift as Y/n's brain finally caught up with everything that was going on around them. The light pink of the candle flame began to darken as Y/n sat up straighter. Rowena felt herself cower and bow a little, something that she never would have done in anybody else's presence.
"What do we do to finish the ritual?" Y/n asked. Rowena could tell by the apprehensive way she asked the question that Y/n knew the answer. A part of Rowena wanted to tell her that it would be fine if they left without completing, the spell, but she honestly had no idea if that was true. She hadn't ever attempted a ritual of this sort before, but knew that one way or another, all rituals demanded their completion once they had begun.
"It's a bit, erm, awkward. I could take care of this myself technically, but it might go by faster if you do it," Rowena said. Y/n brushed off the offer, and moved forward slightly.
"Just tell me what you need me to do," Y/n told her. Rowena gently grabbed Y/n's chin as she pulled Y/n closer. Rowena had been alive long enough to try nearly everything once, but she could tell Y/n would be different. This wouldn't be like any of the other moments of intimacy that Rowena had shared with other witches, and not just because of the magical edge that Y/n brought. Rowena felt something for her, something that ran much deeper than she had even realized.
"I want you to touch me. Help me get through this," Rowena muttered just before she pressed her lips to Y/n's. Y/n tried but failed to match the same feverish energy that Rowena was bringing. A part of her felt ashamed, but Y/n knew that Rowena wouldn't blame her. Y/n could feel teh magical effects of the ritual, but it wasn't affecting her in the same way that it was Rowena. Still, Y/n swore that she could feel the small touches that she was giving to Rowena on her own body.
Y/n pressed on as she pulled Rowena onto her lap. Rowena ground her hips against Y/n's torso, and that was when Y/n knew that something was going on. The sounds that Rowena was making were definitely more than enough to have an effect on Y/n, but they weren't quite enough for a physical sensation like what the younger witch was feeling. Rowena seemed hesitant to rush things, but Y/n could tell that Rowena couldn't help it. The woman grabbed Y/n's hand and guided it down her body, just barely pausing to allow for Y/n to feel her body heat before letting Y/n's hand move underneath the robe.
"I can feel it inside of me," Y/n said as Rowena sank onto her fingers.
"I'll explain later, at a better time. For now, don't worry about it and fuck me," Rowena said, her voice on the edge of pleading. It was much more desperate than Rowena liked to be around anybody. She had half a mind to kill Y/n when this was all finished, but admittedly, Rowena had fallen a little too far for the other woman. However, she would only ever verbally admit to being mostly fond to Y/n's presence for the sake of having another powerful witch nearby.
"Hey, focus on me," Y/n muttered as she used her other hand to turn Rowena's face towards her. Rowena surged forward to kiss Y/n as she moved her hips back and forth to ride Y/n's fingers. It was so different from being with a man or even touching herself that Rowena's head was spinning. Being with Y/n was unlike anything that Rowena had experienced before. Even within the coven, none of the other witches had the same skill and prowess that Y/n did. Sex was different now, much more of a spectacle in the modern world than it had been before, but Rowena was certain that Y/n was on another level by any time period's standards. Rowena's body curled into itself towards Y/n as she came. Y/n carefully placed her hand on Rowena's back as she held the shaking woman in her lap.
"For the sake of your training, I'm not sure how many more times this can happen." Rowena's voice was shaky at best as she tried to suck in as much air as possible. Y/n didn't blame her as the same feelings washed through her at a lesser intensity. She wasn't quite sure what had happened, but it definitely felt as if some sort of spell had overcome her.
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Stranger Things Have Happened in Hawkins || Harringrove x Reader (1/4)
Pairing(s) in this Part:
Billy Hargrove x Winchester!reader x Steve Harrington
Dean Winchester x Castiel
Minor Gabriel x Rowena
Minor Steve Harrington x Nancy Wheeler
[ Later Installment: Billy Hargrove x Winchester!reader x Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson ]
Universe: crossover supernatural universe x stranger things universe
Summary: Castiel drops the reader into 1984 to protect her from an angel who wants to kill her. she ends up trapped there and in the middle of a (not so) love triangle between her, Steve, and Billy.
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 10k
Warnings: Swearing, People calling Will and Reader “Freaks”, Canon-Typical Violence, Possessive!Billy, Bully!Tommy, Alcohol, Cigarettes
Read it on AO3 (or here on tumblr, below the cut)
Things never seemed to turn out well for you Winchesters. It was like your Unce Dean always said; people around you ended up dying.
Biologically speaking, you were the child of archangel Gabriel and Rowena MacLeod, but neither of them was really around at this point in your life. You originally traveled the world with your mother, but she made you help her with spells often. She said you were something special and it was important for you to practice witchcraft from a young age. It was tiresome and boring to you. When your father caught wind of what your mother was making you do, he stole you from her. From there on, you were constantly moving. It was a never-ending cycle of picking a place, your dad teaching you to harness your angelic powers, and then your mom finding you. When she figured out where you were, your dad would move you again. They were in love, but you kept them at odds. You did always feel guilty about that when they were both around.
When your father was killed by Lucifer, he left a video for the Winchester brothers. In it, he detailed how to put Lucifer back in his cage and stop the apocalypse. He also begged the brothers to watch out for you and take care of you. To your dad, going to live with your mom was not an option. Sam was skeptical, but Dean welcomed you with open arms. You and he had bonded over his taste in music when your dad first formed an alliance with the brothers. Sam came to care about you a lot too; as did Castiel. For a few years there, it almost felt like you had a whole little family unit. Though nothing lasts for long with the Winchesters.
Dean took you to live with him, Ben, and Lisa while Sam was gone; the only rule was no using magic in the house. You went to school for the first time and used your magic to charm the people around you. You were just a little queen bee and you had way too much fun messing with the school’s bullies. You were the daughter of a “trickster” after all. To get you into school, Dean gave you a fake name; Y/n Winchester. You weren’t really his kid, but he always tried his best to make you feel like you were. It made your heart feel warm.
That peace was interrupted when Sam appeared at your house without a soul. Dean pulled you from school, and you began hunting again. It was fine by you really; when Sam and Dean left you alone in motels, it gave you a chance to practice your magic. Sam did get his soul back, but everything, of course, happens at a huge cost for the Winchester brothers. Castiel swallowed all the souls in purgatory, became god, went on a murder spree, and then exploded in a lake. Millions of monsters were now free on the planet again. You got Sam back only to lose Cas, and then you got Cas back only to lose him and Dean again to purgatory… As well as Bobby to the spirit realm. The only good thing that came out of the leviathan period of your life was meeting Kevin Tran.
Kevin quickly became your best friend, he was a little bit older than you, but he was the first person close to your age you felt connected to. You saved him from angels, demons, and everyone else who wanted to get close to him due to his prophet abilities. The angels didn’t have a good idea of who you were until then, but you thought your exposure was worth it. No matter what, you didn’t want to lose Kevin.
While Dean and Cas were running around Purgatory, Sam left you and Kevin to rot. Dean and Cas had always been more like parents to you than Sam, but he still felt like family. You were devastated when he didn’t come to your aid. When Kevin was taken by Crowley, you tried to find Sam. You had been injured badly by a leviathan and couldn’t keep the king of hell away from your best friend. As soon as you were able, you went looking for the younger Winchester. He and Baby were nowhere to be seen. He had left you at the battle with no weapons and no help. Sam Winchester left you behind. You couldn’t find him because of the spell Castiel put on his bones. You were cursing him under your breath as you went on your own hunt for Kevin.
It took you about a week to find the prophet and when you did find him, he tackled you into a hug. He almost knocked you over. You sat and cried together at your losses, but eventually moved into hiding. You were not about to let Crowley find him again. You spent the next year together, protecting each other like siblings. You hid in churches and kept yourselves alive by hustling people at the pool. Kevin was happy for you to use your powers, but he was not so fond of stealing, so Dean’s tricks at billiards were coming in quite handy. You bargained for alcohol and snacks from townspeople and you kept yourselves out of daylight as much as you could. You left Sam many messages, but he never responded to you or Kevin. You called him completely drunk one night and just screamed into the phone. “I’m done. I’m done, Sam! You’re the fucking worst. We’re basically kids and I don’t know how to handle this alone. I feel like I’m not enough to protect Kevin on my own. God, you suck so much. I hope you are happy, Sam. I hope you’re really fucking happy wherever you are. If we die out here, it’s gonna be your fucking fault! Screw you!”
Dean was mortified when he and Sam listened to that message for the first time together. “That’s my kid, Sam. Gabriel trusted us to help her and you left her and Kevin to completely fend for themselves… for an entire year!”
Nothing Sam could say would make Dean feel better. Dean had just lost Cas. Benny and he had parted ways, he felt alone… and now you were in danger. Hell, he didn’t even know if you were alive. Dean didn’t speak much to Sam until they found you and Kevin in an old church. The only lights were candles and you were both scrambling to write symbols on the walls. When Dean’s voice called out to you, you didn’t believe it. You were sure it was some kind of mind game or trick by Crowley’s demons to get you to relax. The seconds went by and you realized that you could feel Dean’s energy, that it was really him. You ran to him and hugged him tightly. You felt yourself start to cry. Nothing had been stable or seemed certain for so long, this was the first time you felt like life could get a little bit better.
Of course, Crowley had other plans. He appeared and he killed Kevin’s ex-girlfriend as you all escape his clutches. Kevin cried and you glared at the back of Sam’s head. The brothers took Kevin to a friend’s place so he could continue his prophet work. You continued to travel with the Winchesters. You were still angry at Sam and you felt like you were mourning Cas all over again. Things didn’t look up until you all found the bunker.
Sam and Dean gave you your own room. Cas came back from purgatory and Kevin came to live with you. Things were starting to feel whole again. Things were quiet until the scribe of God came into your lives. Metatron, in your opinion, was the worst angel you had ever met. You were not afraid to tell him that either. Your common disdain for each other would ultimately lead you to the situations of your current life, but you didn’t take the blame for that. He called you an abomination first. He was really not a big fan of kids born of angels and humans, even though your mother was also a magic-user. He tried to convince Castiel to kill you for the spell they were doing. Cas, of course, wasn’t having any of that. Metatron didn’t care about Castiel’s opinion though, and he kept coming after you. He almost killed you once, leaving you with a rather large gash to your lower abdomen. Kevin and Dean were raging. Sam stitched you up calmly. Castiel was staring at you intensely when he came up with the plan.
“I’m going to take you somewhere safe, Y/n. No one will know of your powers or know where to find you. When it’s safe here and Metatron is off your trail, I’ll bring you back. Do you trust me?”
“I trust you with my life, Cas,” you said, standing up. Sam had just finished your stitches and you were a little off-balance. Dean rushed to help you steady yourself.
“Where are you taking her, Cas?” Dean asked.
Castiel shook his head. “It’s best if no one knows, that way Metatron can’t try to force the information out of you.” He stuck his hand out towards you. “I promise I’ll keep her safe, Dean.” He looked to you. “I promise you’ll be safe. You’ll be able to rest up and heal where Metatron won’t find you.”
You looked away from Cas and leaned into Dean. You wrapped your arms around him tightly; your hug was almost bone-crushing. He returned the favor and hugged you back. “You better come back to this bunker in one piece, Kid.” He patted you on the shoulder as you pulled away from the hug. “If you don’t, I’ll sell my soul and drag you back here, understand?”
“No selling your soul again, I’ll back be soon, I’m sure of it.” You took Castiel’s hand and closed your eyes.
When you opened them, you were in an older house. The walls were creaking sightly and Castiel was in front of you. He sounded completely out of breath, his chest was expanding and contracting vigorously. “Where are we?”
Cas leaned a hand against the wall. “We are in a small town in Indiana in the year 1984. This house belongs to me and if anyone asks, you’re my daughter. You’re Y/n Winchester. The townspeople here are nice, but try to keep to yourself. You shouldn’t be here long enough to have to worry about school or anyone becoming too suspicious.”
You shot him a confused look. “Why do you own a house in 1984? How do you own a house in 1984? Why did–”
But the sound of fluttering wings cut you off. Castiel was gone.
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Eventually, you decided to leave the safety of your temporary home so you could get food and supplies. You had no idea how long you would be here, but you didn’t want to starve to death while waiting for Cas. You really did believe that he would come back for you. While in the shopping process, you met a sweet boy named Jonathan and the chief of police, Jim Hopper. Jonathan offered to give you a tour of the town sometime when you told him you had just moved in and gave you the number for his house phone so you could reach him. He seemed to be genuine, though you were still nervous to trust him. Jim Hopper approached you when he heard you tell Jonathan that you were Castiel’s child. He apparently knew Cas and offered to help carry your groceries back to your new ride. It wasn’t Baby, but it sure as hell could have been. It was a 1967 four-door Chevy Impala. You were really starting to wonder what all of this was for when Hopper slammed the trunk of your car shut. “Your dad give you the car? It looks like it’s in great condition.”
You smiled at the compliment. Dean would be proud. “Yeah, he did. It was his b– partner’s car. You could say it’s a family keepsake at this point. She’s a little older, but everything is in perfect working order. I gave her a little tune-up the other day.”
“Yeah, Cas has told me some about his partner, though I don’t know them. I’ve never seen them around.”
You nodded. You had no idea what Hopper’s stance was on gay couples, and since you had just met him, you weren’t about to find out. “Yeah, ahh… They’re pretty sick at the moment. My dad is visiting them up at a big hospital in Kansas, I was there up until a few days ago, but my dad really wants me to start getting more settled.”
“Sorry to hear that, Kid.”
The nickname reminded you of Dean and your heart almost exploded. “I’m sure everything will work out okay.”
“Are you staying home by yourself a lot?”
You nodded again. “Yeah. I understand it though, my dad’s got a lot on his plate right now.”
Hopper reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card. “If anything ever happens where you feel unsafe, here’s my contact information. And also, the kid you were talking to a while ago, Jonathan? He’s the son of a good friend of mine. If you need a friend, he’s probably a good one to have.”
You took the card from him and gave him another smile before walking toward the driver’s door. “I appreciate it, Hopper. Thank you!”
“Of course, take care now. Welcome to Hawkins.”
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You lied to Jonathan and said that you were getting settled before registering for school. He seemed to buy your excuse, but he still told you that you should come to a local high school’s Halloween party. You were incredibly hesitant. It was going to be the first time you met anyone outside of Hopper and Jonathan. You knew that you were getting lonely. You never had a big group of friends before, but you did always have a big group of people, of family around you. Having none of them now made you feel stuck and isolated. Cas didn’t give you much direction on what you were supposed to do while you were here and you had already been trapped in 1984 longer than you originally thought you were going to be.
Jonathan could see the stress in your expression. “You don’t have to, obviously, but I think it could be good for you! I’ll probably be stopping by at some point during the night and I could introduce you to my friend, Nancy.” Ah yes, Nancy.
You could tell that Jonathan had many feelings for Nancy. However, you also knew from Jonathan that Nancy was dating a boy named Steve. Jonathan didn’t seem very fond of this Steve character. Though, you weren’t sure if it was because there was something wrong with him or if it was just because he was dating Nancy. “I’ll think about it, alright? If I do decide to go I’ll wait for you outside. I’m sure there will be enough going on outside to keep me entertained until we find each other.”
He smiled at you. “Alright. I’m good with that. Don’t feel like you have to go if you really don’t want to, though. I can tell you’re not used to parties or like– the social parts of high school.”
You laughed a little bit. The porch steps creaked under you as you moved. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”
Jonathan shifted his weight and stretched his legs out to a few steps down. You two had chosen to sit on the porch just because the weather was cool and it felt wonderful, but there were no chairs. The steps were a bit uncomfortable, but at the same time, you both didn’t seem to mind. “What? Was that too mean?”
You shook your head. “Oh no, not at all. I just found your wording kinda funny. You’re right. I don’t really get the whole teenage socialization thing because I was pulled from regular school after elementary. Becoming friends with you is the first time I’ve had a friend my age in a long while. My next closest-in-age friend is back in Kansas and he’s a few years older than me. I’m still kinda figuring this sort of stuff out.”
He nodded. “Well, I’m happy we’re friends. You’re a refreshing person to be around. Everyone in this place kinda sucks, other than my family and Nancy.”
“Don’t small towns always kind of suck though?”
He chuckled. “Yeah, I guess they do.”
“I like being your friend too, Jonathan. It’s nice to have the company with my family being gone so much.”
“Well, you know if you ever need anything, I’m only a phone call away. You should also totally come over for dinner sometime. My mom and brother would love you.”
The offer made your heart feel warm and fuzzy. “Yeah, I’d like to do that sometime. That sounds really nice.”
He looked at the watch on his wrist. The time it said caused him to let out a long sigh. “Speaking of dinner, I need to head home now if I’m going to make it on time. Sorry.”
He started to stand up and you quickly followed. “No, don’t apologize. You’re good. Tell your family I say hello and I would love to meet them sometime.”
He started to walk down the stairs. You watched him from the top of the porch. “Yeah, I will! Night, Y/n.”
“Night, Jonathan!”
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Your car felt a lot louder than you had ever perceived it to be as you drove up to the Halloween party. People who were hanging out on the porch and in the yard began to stare in your direction as the engine roared to a halt. No one ever seemed to pay that much attention to Baby when you were riding with Sam and Dean. You thought maybe it was because this was a small town and they had never seen you before. You were wearing a very simple costume made entirely with stuff you found in the house and a few things from the general store. You had on a black leather jacket; it was quite old and oversized, the pair of black jeans you were wearing when you arrived in Hawkins, and general black combat boots. You cropped a Metallica t-shirt (that was obviously meant for Dean) and made a headband with little devil horns on it. You had never been to a high school party before, but you doubted that many of the kids were going to be in full-on cosplay. From what you understood, these parties were more about hanging out and getting wasted. You tried not to let the stares bother you as you exited the car and tossed the keys into your pocket. It appeared that Jonathan wasn’t here yet, but you were hoping that he would be here soon. You let out a deep sigh as you walked more toward the middle of the yard and scanned the crowd for Jonathan. Someone else already had their eyes on you though.
He was tall and muscular. His chest was bare and his mullet was slightly matted to his skin due to sweat. You really were in the 80s, it was like something out of a movie you had seen with Dean. He was walking toward you, waving off his friends; telling them to stay behind by the keg. His pupils were constricting and his smile was a little lopsided. It was a sight you were quite familiar with having lived with the Winchesters; he was drunk out of his mind. “Hey there, Sweetheart. I’ve never seen you around here before.”
His voice was gravelly yet oddly smooth and his words were a lot more put together than you were expecting them to be. You crossed your arms over your chest. “Yeah, that’s because I’m new to Hawkins. Just moved.”
“Really?” He asked. He took the cigarette from his hand and stuck it between his teeth. “What a small world. I just moved here too. A little shithole isn’t it, Hawkins?”
The smoke smell it your face as he breathed out, even though he tilted his head away from you. It wasn’t an unfamiliar smell. You did your best to ignore it. He’s from a different time; cigarettes were a lot more commonly accepted in 1984. You shrugged in response. “I mean it’s small, but I don’t know. It’s kind of interesting.”
“What do you find interesting about it?”
You smirked a bit. “I don’t know, the people seem pretty interesting to me.” You stuck your hand out toward him. “I’m Y/n. You are?”
He chuckled a bit, but he accepted your hand. He shook it gently. “Billy, Billy Hargrove.” He brought your hand up to his lips and kissed the top of it. “Why don’t you party with me tonight, Y/n?”
You quirked your eyebrow. “Sounds sinister.”
He let go of your hand gently. He raised his arms to his sides. “Nothing sinister, just– you’re the most interesting person I’ve met since being dragged to this hellhole. Maybe we could go for a ride in that sweet ride of yours and get to know each other better.”
You looked behind you for a brief moment at Baby. You smiled at the thought, but shook your head. “You are drunk off your ass, Billy Hargrove. I’d rather not be alone with a drunk guy I just met, you know, for safety… But I’ll tell you what. This weekend let’s do that. I’ll give you my number.” You knew you would actually have to talk to him on the phone if he called you, since there are no cell phones, but you thought you could manage. The house phone worked; you had already talked to Jonathan about it.
He smiled brightly. “Alright, deal.” He reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a sharpie. He handed it to you and rolled up his jacket sleeve. “All yours, Doll.”
You did have to admit, he was charming as all hell and the idea of him asking you to write your number on his skin was kind of hot. You grabbed his wrist and scrawled your number across his forearm. He started to pull back, but you stopped him. “Can I write one more thing?”
“Go right ahead, Sweetheart. Whatever makes you happy.”
You laughed a little at the gesture and wrote under his number; if found, please return to Y/n.
“Perfect.”
He laughed and took the marker from you. “What was that for?”
“You seem just like my type, Hargrove and if I’m right, a lot of girls will flirt with you tonight. Just thought it might deter them a little bit.”
He licked his lips. “So is this drive a date then?”
“If you want it to be, I’m willing to give it a chance.”
“It’s a date then.”
“Fantastic. Call me when you’re sober.”
“Darling–” Billy was cut off by the sound of Jonathan’s voice breaking through the crowd and his hand finding itself on your shoulder.
“I’ve been looking all over for you.” He was soon standing next to you, his hand stayed firmly in its place. Another guy and a curly-headed girl walked up to you as well. You looked past Billy to see a few of his friends approaching from the keg. Probably all not good developments.
“I’ve been outside. Met this guy, Billy.”
Jonathan sighed. “Yeah, I see that.” He looked to the others for help. “I wanted to introduce you to Steve and Nancy. They are pretty good people. Billy, I’m not so sure about.”
You raised your eyebrows in surprise. “I mean, our conversation went well.”
Steve stepped between you and Billy. “Come on, Hargrove, really? Chasing after the new girl? You have plenty of other people you could go bother.”
“What’s your problem, Harrington? You’ve never met her before. I can’t be nice to her?”
“You’re only nice to people when you want something from them,” Steve slightly snapped. You weren’t surprised, every guy you had fallen for while traveling with the Winchesters was a dick with hands and a pretty smile.
You quickly freed yourself from Jonathan’s hand and placed yourself between Steve and Billy. You put a hand on both of their chests and gently pushed. “Listen, I appreciate the concern Steve, but we’ve never met and I promise you I can handle myself. If he tries anything I don’t like, I absolutely have the power to kick his ass.” You looked toward Billy. The smug look dropped off his face when he saw your expression. “Genuinely I could see something coming from our conversation, but not if you pick fights with Jonathan or his friends. Sweet talkin’ and a pretty face will only get you so far with me if my friends can’t stand you.”
He took a step back and you dropped your hands to your sides. “Sorry, Doll.”
“We got ourselves a new keg king, Harrington!” Billy’s friends had made their way through the crowd.
“Yeah! Eat it, Harrington!”
Steve whipped off his sunglasses, which you were now starting to question the purpose of to begin with. Nancy rolled her eyes at the interaction and began walking toward the house. You understood what Jonathan was saying now. She seemed lovely; she was dressed cutely and had a kind demeanor, but she was clearly unhappy in her relationship with Steve. He seemed like a great guy; fun, ex-party boy, and protective. Something in their chemistry was off balance. Even if they were good for each other at one point, they weren’t now. Jonathan’s eyes were trailing after her before he made eye contact with you. “You can go inside Jonathan. I’ll meet you there in a minute.”
“Are you sure?” He asked.
You smiled softly at him. “Yeah, I’m sure. I’ll be in with Steve in a minute.”
He nodded before quickly following in Nancy’s path. “This is ridiculous, Tommy. Grow up for once.”
“You’re the one who abandoned your friends for the princess.”
Steve rolled his eyes. “You guys suck. Alright? You treat no one with respect.”
“You can ask Y/n, I was respectful to her just now,” Billy cut in. He was expecting you to flirt back.
“Don’t drag me into your pissing contest.” You crossed your arms back over your chest. You watched his face carefully and gave him a stern look. You turned your attention back to Steve and Tommy. “You’re all acting like children. If you really don’t like each other that much, stop interacting. You’re just bringing down your own vibes.”
Tommy chuckled. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. What, New Girl? Scared of being alone with a bunch of guys without your precious Byers Boy?”
You stepped forward slightly. “Oh? I don’t know what I’m talking about?” You smirked at him. “Your name’s Tommy, right?”
He was eyeing you cautiously, but he played into your conversation. “Yeah, it is.”
“You’re a jock. Not great at school, but that’s okay, right? You have your sport, I’m guessing basketball, but no. ‘Cause, you’re not actually very good at sports either. You end up settling on class clown and you seem to fit that role, though it never gives you the popularity levels that you want, does it? That’s why you were Steve’s friend and I’m guessing disapprove of his relationship with Nancy. You saw Steve as a king, as the most popular guy you knew. Then he started dating Nancy and becoming a better person. You didn’t like that and took every opportunity to make fun of him for his relationship. Eventually, that was the downfall of your friendship and you weren’t sure how to stay relevant. Until…” Your eyes briefly met Billy’s, “Billy Hargrove rolled into town. Now, you cling to him, just like you did Steve because he is everything you see yourself lacking; talent, looks, and a swarm of girls. You are desperate to figure out what makes people like Steve and Billy popular without ever asking yourself what makes you unpopular. I know exactly what you are Tommy; you’re a guy who’s peaking in high school, and even at your peak you’re a shitty person… but like I said; I’m just guessing here.”
The group was all quiet until Billy couldn’t hold in his laughter anymore. Steve also chuckled, though his surprise kept him in check. “Shit, Hagan. She just met you and she nailed your coffin shut–” Billy said through his laughter.
Tommy didn’t find it so funny though. He rushed you and grabbed the material of your crop top. He grabbed so much of the fabric that your stomach was showing from the edge of your jeans, all the way up to the bottom of your chest. “You bitch! You don’t–”
Tommy didn’t see what hit him; you almost didn’t either. Steve grabbed your upper arms and yanked you out of Tommy’s grip. At the same time, Billy pulled Tommy by his collar until he was away from you. Billy then threw Tommy to the ground, he hit it with a large, loud thunk. The whole situation caught you off guard. Steve and Billy– boys you just met– were protecting you from someone that you just met? If they hadn’t stepped in, you would have been fine; you were raised by Dean after all. The thought that someone thought you were worth protecting made your heart warm. Billy grabbed Tommy by the collar of his shirt. His back was hovering above the ground, Billy had him trapped. Steve also had you trapped; his grip on your arms didn’t loosen up any. “How do you like being picked up by your shirt? Sucks doesn’t it? Doesn’t it?”
“Y-yeah! It does.” Tommy was frozen. You almost felt bad for him. You called him out hard and when he tried to react he’s attacked by Billy. Almost.
“You don’t attack people you just met, Hagan. Basic rules, you son of a bitch. Especially not my girl you just met? You disrespect her, you disrespect me? Understand?” You could feel Steve’s anxiety, you placed one of your hands over his. Billy had his eyes focused solely on Tommy. The boy on the ground looked like he saw his life flash before his eyes.
“What’s gotten into–”
“I said– do you understand?”
The words were low and you could barely hear them over all the party noise. They sent a chill down your spine. “I understand, Hargrove.”
Billy dropped Tommy and stood back up. His gaze turned to you. He didn’t seem incredibly happy with you, even though he had been laughing with you earlier. “Doll, you are incredible at making enemies. You’ve been at this party for what? 15 minutes.”
“What can I say, I have an affinity for putting assholes in their place.” He smirked at that. The tension started to leave his body language.
“What are you going to do about me then?”
“I can outdrink you any day.”
He laughed. “I doubt that.”
“I don’t.”
Steve let go of your arms and set one of his hands on your shoulder. “Come on, Y/n. Let’s get back to Jonathan and Nancy.”
You looked between Steve and Billy’s faces. You let out a sigh. You could tell Steve wasn’t going to let you challenge Billy to a drinking contest. It was a sweet gesture, he had no way of knowing that you were an angel and it took many gallons of alcohol to get you drunk. “Fineeee… I’ll see you later, Billy. Thank you, really.”
“Anytime, sweetheart,” he replied with a wink. Steve aimed you toward the house and you left Billy out in the yard to deal with Tommy and the rest of his friends.
Steve’s attention quickly switched from you to Nancy; who was in the kitchen downing something from a red solo cup. Jonathan was talking to her, clearly worried about her actions. Steve quickly cut through all the people and took the cup from her hand. It wasn’t long until they were arguing. You gestured to Jonathan to step out of the conversation. You both leaned against a nearby wall. “Has Nancy always been a drinker?”
Jonathan shook his head. “No, I’m not sure if she’s ever even had alcohol before.”
“That’s… concerning.”
“Yeah, very.”
You two did not try to hide the fact that you were watching Steve and Nancy’s interaction through the crowd. Jonathan’s attention only turned back to you when the couple went up to the bathroom. The poor boy was definitely in love. “So what happened outside?”
You sighed. “I was a bit of a bitch to Tommy Hagan and he tried to attack me. Billy and Steve stopped him. I could have handled it myself, but the gesture was very sweet.”
Jonathan blinked in surprise. “I’m sorry, did you just say Steve and Billy worked together?”
“Uhhh… Yeah? Surprising?”
“Yeah, that’s a first.”
“I seem to have a tendency to break things everywhere I go.”
Jonathan furrowed his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
“Egos, social norms, friendships, and enemies— they all seem to break or fall apart or change dynamics when I come into the picture. I have a destabilizing effect I suppose.”
“Wanna do me a favor and destabilize Nancy and Steve’s relationship.” His tone was full of humor, but you could tell that he was, not in fact, joking.
“Damn… didn’t take you as the homewrecking type, Jonathan,” you teased.
“Oh! Sorry, I–”
You waved off his reaction. “Don’t be sorry. You can share how you really feel with me. Besides, I don’t think you need my help with that. They are destabilizing all on their own.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Since I’ve met them, they’ve only been distant or fighting. That doesn’t exactly scream ‘happy couple’ to me. Does it to you?”
He shook his head. “I guess you have a point there.”
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You and Jonathan weren’t at the party together much longer. Nancy and Steve got into a big fight while they were upstairs. You weren’t sure what happened, but you could tell it wasn’t good. The two of them rode together, but Jonathan ended up taking Nancy home. Steve was about to get in his car, but you followed him out of the party. “Harrington!” You called.
He looked up as he was fiddling with his keys as he looked up at you. “Yeah, a friend of Jonathan?”
“Y/n.”
“Yeah, Y/n?” He asked as you reached the passenger side of his car.
“Have you had anything to drink?”
He shrugged. “Only a little.”
“A little is still alcohol intake, Harrington. Do you want a ride? I can bring you back in the morning for your car.”
He breathed deeply. You could tell he was thinking about your offer. “Have you had anything?”
You shook your head. “Not a drop.”
“That’s a big difference from challenging Hargrove to a drinking contest.”
“You stopped me from doing that and the punch inside wasn’t exactly… good looking?”
“Fair enough, thanks for the ride. You’re the impala, right?”
You smiled. “Yeah. How’d you know?”
“Seems very you.”
“I’m honored that you think so highly of me, Harrington.”
“Steve.”
“Steve.”
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The ride was quiet and Steve offered for you to stay the night in the guestroom at his place so that you didn’t have to come back to get him in the morning. You figured that it was unlikely that Castiel was going to come back for you in the next few hours, so you accepted the offer. When you reached the house, Steve walked to the fridge and pulled two bottles of water out. He tossed one to you before flopping onto the couch. His face was planted in the cushions and the water bottle was discarded to the floor. You felt bad for him, you could tell that he was mentally going through it. You sat down on the floor, your back against the couch. “What happened?”
“Huh?” the sound was incredibly muffled, but you understood enough of it to realize that it was a question.
“What happened between you and Nancy tonight? You don’t have to tell me if you’re not comfortable, but I figured that you might want to talk about it.”
He turned so he was facing outward. You looked toward him. His expression was pained and tired. “She said we’re bullshit.”
“What?”
“She was incredibly drunk and she said that I was bullshit. That we were bullshit. We didn’t break up, but I don’t exactly know how to come back from that sort of thing. It hurt so much because I don’t think she’s in love with me in the same way that I’m in love with her. Did she ever love me?”
Your heart broke for him. He seemed so genuinely sad and vulnerable. “Steve, look. I just met you today, but you and Nancy both seem like wonderful people. You seem like a good guy. She seems smart and collected, but what did she say to you? Completely uncalled for and mean. Even if you did something wrong that I don’t know about, Nancy said something really crushing while drunk. I don’t know how she feels, but I can see that you love and care for her. When you’re both sober you can have a conversation about it. If you both think that the relationship is worth working on; fantastic. But if you don’t, if you do end up breaking up, you can take time to heal and then find someone else to love. I can tell by how you’re talking you have a lot of love in your heart, Steve. You deserve someone who returns that.”
He stayed quiet for a moment, but he eventually gave you a response. “You know, for someone who tried to pick a fight with Tommy and flirted with Billy, you actually are pretty smart.”
“Rude!” You teased. “I make great decisions.”
He sat up. A smile was laying softly on his features. “Sure you do…” He got up on his feet and extended his hand to you. “Want me to show you where your room is now? I am exhausted and I’m probably going to head to my room for the night.”
You took his hand and he pulled you to your feet. “Yeah, that sounds like a plan.”
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The morning was uneventful. You took Steve back to his car and then headed home. Once you were in the house, you felt alone. It was the first time you had been alone in a little while and you were feeling it more than you would have expected to. You did your best to shake off the feelings of loneliness and began to make yourself breakfast. You hoped maybe you would hear from someone by phone in the afternoon. You were so used to having the internet at your fingertips, that life felt a little bit boring now that you had been cut off. You decided to use the record player in the corner of the living room. Cas had many of Dean’s favorite bands and you weren’t mad about the choice of music. It gave the home some life that you were missing right about now.
“There is no escape and that's for sure
This is the end, we won't take any more
Say goodbye to the world you live in
You've always been taking and now you're giving.”
“Seek & Destroy by Metallica,” you smiled to yourself. Dean used to play this on our road trips. For just a moment, you felt like you were home. You were in the back seat of Baby, reading over some ancient lore text. Sam and Dean were lightly arguing in the front about the volume of the song. “You and your mullet rock, come on Dean! At least turn it down a little bit.”
“No way in hell! This song is bitchin’, right Y/n?”
“Yeah, it’s bitchin', Uncle Sam. Get cooler taste in music.”
God, you missed Dean. Hell, at this point you were even missing Sam’s presence. They were familiar and comforting. You also desperately missed Kevin and Cas. You thought the people here in Hawkins were lovely, but this wasn’t home. You cried to yourself, Metallica still blaring in the background.
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Steve was not having a good day. He was regretting having you take him to get his car. He had a gut feeling that he should stay home, in bed, but he ignored it and went to school from Tina’s place. Billy’s team kicked his team’s ass at basketball, he and Nancy got into another fight, and now he couldn’t even shower in peace. He could feel Billy watching him. He couldn’t tell if Billy was feeling smug or pissed off. Maybe it was a little of both. “Don’t sweat it, Harrington,” He said, “today’s just not your day, man.”
“Yeah,” Tommy cut in, “It’s not your week. You and the princess break up for one day, she’s already running off with the freak’s brother. Though, I heard you went home with that bitch of a new girl. So many the princess doesn’t matter so much anymore?”
Steve was about to tell Tommy off for that last comment, but Billy beat him to it. “Fuck off, Hagan. Remember what I told you about the new girl?”
Tommy shut the water of his shower off and left without saying another word. “Don’t take it too hard, man. Pretty boy like you’s got nothing to worry about. Plenty of bitches in the sea.” Steve shook his head. He was so tired of talking about girl problems. He felt like he was being swallowed by his emotions and hearing Billy talk about you was making it even harder to focus. He felt like you two had bonded in some way over his 2 am breakdown about Nancy. I can tell by how you’re talking you have a lot of love in your heart, Steve. You deserve someone who returns that. You were too sweet for the guys in the town. With every word about You and Nancy coming from jocks’ mouths, he was having a harder time containing his thoughts. “Did you actually go home with, Y/n last night?”
Steve was pulled from his thoughts by the question. “Yeah, she offered me a ride so I didn’t have to drive home drunk.”
“Lucky man you are, Harrington,” he thought aloud. “I would do almost anything to get her attention.”
“What? Why?”
“Why, Harrington? Really? She’s beautiful, she drives a kick-ass car, and did you hear how feisty she is? Hot damn. What I would give for a girl like that.”
“It’s not safe for her to hang around you if you’re gonna keep being friends with Tommy. She has a lot of love in her heart. She deserves someone who returns that. You can’t do that if you’re hanging out with an asshole who calls her a bitch every other sentence.”
“St–”
“I’m still with Nancy right now, nothing happened between Y/n and me last night. She slept in the guestroom at my parents’ place. She and I did a lot of talking though and she is genuinely like Nancy; she’s special and so help me god, Hargrove if I find out you do anything to her I will kick your ass.”
Billy was shocked, but pleased that he had managed to get such a rise out of Steve. He was also secretly pleased to hear that nothing happened between you and Steve last night. He was very open with himself that he was bisexual. He knew he was attracted to both of you, but he thought he could never have Steve, so he set his sights on only you. He might have lost it if Steve got to you first. “Don’t worry, Harrington. I’ll take good care of her and trust me if Tommy ever says anything in front of her again I will kick his ass.”
“I’ll join in on that.”
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“Hey Darlin’,” his voice was smooth like honeysuckle through the phone. “Still willing to go for that drive?”
You knew that you should say yes. You needed the company. Billy seemed nice enough and you had just been sad all day at the house, but you didn’t feel put together enough for a date. What did going on a date mean for you? What if you actually got attached and then Cas came back for you? That would hurt so much more than just friends. You sighed. “I would like to see you, but I don’t know if I feel up to driving.”
“What’s going on, Doll?” He sounded genuinely concerned about your wellbeing. Oh, screw him for being nice.
“Just feeling a bit depressed today. Missin’ my family. My dad’s out of town and he’s gonna be for a while. The house just… still and cold?”
“I’ll come to you then. Maybe having another person there will warm things up? What’s your address?”
You heard him rip some paper and you decided to give in. The company did sound nice after all. You gave him the address and he hung up rather quickly. You heard some shuffling and a man’s voice that you didn’t recognize before the line went dead. You found it concerning, but there was nothing you could do about it. You didn’t know where Billy lived.
You decided the best thing you could do was get yourself put together. You threw on the jeans you had on earlier, they had been run threw the laundry, and grabbed another one of Dean’s t-shirts from his closet. There were two bedrooms in the house; the bigger one was decorated in a very much Dean style. Castiel had obviously made it that way on purpose. The room was full of warm-toned neutrals and a few neon signs. The closet was stuffed with Dean’s clothes; some were actually his and some were new, but in his style. Castiel had a spare coat, new shoes, and a few other random things in the dresser. It made you wonder what this place was intended for. The other bedroom was clearly meant for Sam. It had piles of unorganized books and flannels scattered across a blue quilt-covered bed. It wasn’t done yet, clearly, but you avoided it anyway since it reminded you of some nasty memories. The room that was meant for you wasn’t technically a bedroom, but Cas had done work to make it feel homey. It was at one point an office, stark white built-in shelves covered one whole wall. Half of that wall Cas had turned into a doorless closet. A few of your things were in the dresser and closet; a pair of shoes, Dean’s old band shirts, a flannel, a few pairs of socks, and the leather jacket you had worn yesterday. Your room wasn’t finished either; when you arrived, there were art supplies and comics all over the bed. The shelving was more than enough room to put that stuff though, so you had it all put away now. It was a small room and it didn’t have a window, but it meant the world to you. Cas left a note on the nightstand explaining where he had hidden money around the house and that there were paint cans in the garage. Everything, design-wise, was up to you. You had painted the biggest wall, but that was all you could bring yourself to do while waiting for rescue. You, again, didn’t want to become too attached. You felt safe from the angels and demons; none of them knew you existed and you kept your power usage to a minimum, but you would trade that safety for a hug from Dean and Cas anytime. You hoped they would come back soon.
You were so lost in your thoughts you didn’t realize how much time had passed until you heard the doorbell buzzing. You quickly made your way down the hall and peeked through the peephole. It was Billy. The sadness in your body left at the sight of him. He was in a dark red button-down and had a jacket on over top of it. The buttons on the shirt were mostly undone, leaving his chest pretty much exposed, again. For the love of soulmates, Cas, do not show up for the next hour.
You smiled brightly at him as you opened the door. You could see in his expression that something was bothering him. His eyes were slightly red and his cheeks were flushed. “Are you alright?”
He seemed genuinely surprised that you were asking him about his feelings. “Rough day.”
“Honestly same. Do you wanna talk about it?”
He shook his head. “No, not that we have time though. My kid step-sister, Max. She’s missing. My father told me I had to find her, but I didn’t want to cancel this because I wanted to spend more time with you, without fucking Hagan. Do you wanna hop in my passenger seat and we’ll go see what we can find?”
Your hunter senses were kicking in, but your angel ones were going haywire. “Do you have a picture of her by chance?”
He reached into his pocket. He had a polaroid. It was a little bit smashed up, but it was of him, a redhead girl, and a mother-aged-looking woman. You clasped your fingers around the part of the picture with the girl on it. Max’s energy was bright, punky, and full of fire energy. Though, the longer you held the photo, the darker the energy became. It was like she was being shrouded in clouds by some kind of monster. It was unlike anything you had experienced hunting with the Winchesters. You felt for her location through your grace and it took you only a moment to see her standing with a few other kids her age and Steve Harrington. You had no idea what was going on, but you could feel the dark energy making its way outside of the picture. The air was becoming heavy and it almost felt demonic. You knew whatever was happening in Hawkins, the kids were going to need your help. “Do you trust me?”
“Huh?” Billy raised an eyebrow.
“I asked if you trust me. I have an idea where she is, I feel it in my gut.”
“If you’re wrong will we have to waste much time?”
You shook your head. “No, it’s just a few miles from here.”
He pulled the picture slowly from your grasp and shoved it back in his pocket. “Great. Let’s go check. If she’s not there, we’ll keep looking. Know a brother or sister or something?”
An image of Hopper flashed across your vision. He was carrying a gun and he had a young girl next to him. They were walking down some sort of tunnel. The energy around them felt like you were being choked by hell. “A local dad. He’s got a daughter about Max’s age. Think she could be there. If not, maybe we can get some help. He’s a cop.”
He didn’t look super excited at the mention of a cop, but he turned back toward his car. “Let’s go. If we find her early enough we could still have a real date.”
You smiled. “Let’s do this, Hargrove.”
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You could have predicted nothing about what you would become entangled in. You reached a small, sort of run-down house just on the outskirts of town a few minutes later. You knew that this was actually Jonathan’s place, but you had never been here before. You could feel his soul slightly anchored to the ground. You could feel Max’s energy as you pulled into the driveway. She was nervous; everyone in the house was. You looked toward Billy’s face, you could see it being contorted by anger as Steve walked out of the house. Max’s head was poking out from the window. “Stay in here,” Billy warned. “I’ll deal with Harrington.”
You did not have a good feeling about any of this, but you listened. “Am I dreaming or is that you, Harrington?” He asked Steve before shutting the car door. Their conversation became too muffled for you to understand anything, but Steve did shoot you a few worried looks. You were really processing or responding though. Your thoughts felt incredibly heavy and your skin started to crawl. The darkness was growing and you could no longer sense Hopper’s presence in the nearby tunnel. You were becoming more and more anxious by the minute. Your anxiety peaked when Billy shoved Steve to the ground and kicked him in the stomach. You were frozen for a moment while he walked into the house and shot open the door. The seconds started ticking by and the longer that Max was away from the window the more concern grew. Billy had expressed instability in front of you already. You didn’t want him to get too far. Without thinking, you teleported yourself from the front seat of his car to just behind him inside of the house. One of the kids you didn’t know screamed, but you tuned them all out. Your hand was placed out in front of you and you glued him to his spot. The kid he had been reaching for moved quickly away, not sure what was going to happen next. You were glad he took the opportunity. Billy’s rage was almost pushing past your grip on his soul. You pushed right back. He could move enough to speak. “What the fuck?! Why can’t I move?” He shouted.
“Behind you!” Max replied.
“Who is that?” The boy who screamed asked.
“No idea–” She responded.
Billy looked out of the corner of his eye at you. His facial expression held so much pain and confusion. “I– I didn’t want you to do anything you’d regret, you have to stop, Billy. I’ll let go if you stop.”
“What the hell are you doing to me, Y/n?”
“Billy, breathe–” He inhaled sharply and you could feel his anger calming slightly. You let go of your hold and the kids backed themselves into a corner. He whipped around to face you. “What the hell are you? Are you some kind of freak? Is that why you’re friends with Jonathan?”
You kept close track of his body language. “What? I don’t understand.”
“Jonathan’s brother is some kind of messed up, there are rumors he can do some freaky magic shit, like whatever the hell you just did to me.”
“What’s gotten into you?” You were genuinely confused and hurt. You had been called all kinds of names by people around you your whole life, but no one ever switched up that quickly. Everyone was usually more in shock than angry about whatever you had done to expose yourself as an angel’s kid. “Don’t talk about kids like that and you keep Jonathan’s name out of your mouth too!” You could feel yourself being absorbed by your own anger. “I stopped you from hurting someone, call me a freak if you want, I don’t give a fuck, but like, leave other people, especially kids out of it.”
His face relaxed and his expression became more worried. “The fact that you have tears streaming down your face tells me that you do, in fact, give a fuck.” He stuck his hand out toward you and started to get closer.
“Don’t fucking come near me!”
“Y/n, you’re freakin’ me out. I’m sorry I said that shit, but you look like you’re gonna explode. Let–”
His hand was only a few centimeters from your arm and you used your powers to push him back a few feet. He didn’t fall, but he almost did. He was scared, you could feel it. He didn’t know what to make of you, but he was trying to figure out how to fix what he said. “What the hell was that?”
Steve was standing behind you in the doorway. “How did you– do any of that?”
Your chest was heaving. “What is going on in this town?”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
“I’ll fill you in later. What is going on in this town? Demons? Angels? Leviathans? Pagan Gods? What is happening?”
“How–”
“The Mind Flayer,” the boy from earlier said.
“The what?”
“The Mind Flayer,” he repeated.
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Steve and Billy took the kids to the tunnels near the pumpkin patch, very reluctantly, to help distract the demodogs from Hopper and Eleven. You told Steve he thought they were in serious danger to call for you and you would come to their aid. If they didn’t need you, you would help the pair at the gate. Dustin gave you a quick explanation of what was happening and you promptly teleported yourself to the lab. The dog-like creatures were desperately clawing at the machine that held up Hopper and Eleven. You banished them all to purgatory while a snap. You could only do small portions of Hawkins at a time because of the limits of your powers, but Hopper and Eleven were safe from the creatures for the time being. The monster Dustin had described as “The Mind Flayer” screamed in anger. You could feel Eleven’s pain as she fought incredibly hard to close the door to the evil dimension. You weren’t sure at first if you could help her, but you stuck your hand out toward the gate anyway. You could feel it falter under your grasp. You got yourself up to the level that Eleven and Hopper were on and continued to help her force the gate shut. Eleven looked at you briefly. “Who are you?”
“I’m a friend.” You closed your hand a little bit more, “I’m here to help you close up the gate. We’re not far–”
“Y/n? How did you get here? How are you doing that?” Hopper asked.
“Just thank me later, Hops. I’ll explain everything when we’re safe, I promise.” You shut your fist all the way and the gate snapped shut. Eleven fell to her knees. You were covered in your own sweat and the bodily fluids of several monsters. You smiled.
Y/N? ARE YOU OKAY?
It was Steve. You could feel his worry. You nodded to Hopper and set your hands on each of their shoulders. You teleported them both to just outside of his truck. “I have to run and make sure Steve and Billy and the kids are okay. I’ll see you back at Jonathan’s house.”
You didn’t give him a chance to answer before you threw yourself into the pumpkin patch. You appeared next to Steve. He looked a little worse for wear, but he was okay. Your eyes scanned over all the kids. They were all okay. Billy was bloodied. His shirt was ripped and he was bleeding still from a few wounds. He was, however, still standing. Steve’s face lit up as he registered that you were in front of him. “You good?”
You nodded. “Yeah, yeah I’m good. It’s over.”
He pulled you into a hug. You were completely surprised, but you hugged him back. You could feel tears start to come to your eyes as he started to rock slightly from side to side. It felt safe. “Shit… we did it!”
You gripped the material of his jacket a little bit harder. “Yeah, we did it.”
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To be continued :)
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Rowena, coming through a hell portal in Y/N's room and grabs a sleeping Y/N by the ankles and drags them to the portal:
Y/N, wakes up freaked out: WHAT THE HELL!?
Rowena: *Still dragging Y/N* Sorry dear, I need ya to help settle a bet.
Y/N: You couldn't have woken me up and asked me!?
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Fear |Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader|
Summary: After getting cursed with a fear spell, (Y/n) has to hide her pain from Dean and Sam.
Warnings: None I hope
Pre-relationship
God you hated witches. One of the reasons being that most of them were evil; But the main reason was nearly every witch hunt you, Sam, and Dean go on, you end up getting cursed. And this hunt wasn't an exception.
The three of you and a witch stood in a grimy cabin, you had her cornered. Relief creeped up your spine way too soon. That's how you got hit by her stupid little spell.
You were launched into a wall, Sam ran towards you while Dean shot the witch with a witch killing bullet. "(Y/n)!" Sam knelt next to your worn-out body, Dean following. "I'm fine, chill." Dean scoffed. "You just got thrown through a fucking wall, fine my ass." You rolled your eyes, trying to stand.
Sam held his hand out, you reached to grab it but pausing when you noticed someone in the corner of the room. You pushed yourself away from Sam and Dean and to the other side of the room in utter terror. "(Y/n)?" Dean called out in confusion, but you didn't hear him.
You were to focused on the fact that fucking Lucifer was standing in the same room as you. Didn't you guys kill him? Why aren't Sam and Dean reacting?
Questions ran through your head a mile a minute. And then it hit you like a train. It was the spell. You recalled part of the Latin incantation the witch had mumbled to herself, something about fear. You groaned and leaned your head on the wall behind you. It was a fear spell. Lucifer was just a simple hallucination. He wasn't real.
Now you'd think that Lucifer would be Sam's worst fear, which albeit, probably is; But you got sent to the cage a year after selling your soul to save an old friend. Maybe it was a mix up? Or that you were apart of the Winchester's happy little family. You didn't know, and you no longer cared. You just knew that this was going to be a pain in your ass until you figured out how to reverse it.
***
The three of you made it back to the Bunker in good condition, well, good condition for a hunter. "So do you want to tell us what happened back there." Dean said as he sat down at one of the library tables with a beer, Sam standing at the end of the table with his arms crossed.
You sighed and pinched your nose. "I think that witch hit me with some sort of illusion spell." Sam raised a curious brow, "But Dean killed the witch. So why is the spell still working." You paced and threw your arms in the air out of frustration. "I don't know, but this illusion definitely isn't friendly." Dean furrowed his brows. "What do you mean Sweetheart?"
You breathed in and sat on top of the table. "I think it was a spell that has to do something with my worst fear, because that's what I'm seeing right now." Your eyes darted over to Lucifer who was wiggling his fingers at you like a giddy child. "Aww, I thought you'd miss me. I'm hurt." You glared at the hallucination, "I didn't miss shit."
Dean and Sam glanced at one another before looking back at you. Sam gave you a worried look and asked the question that both of the brothers wanted to hear. "What are you seeing (Y/n)?" You looked at Lucifer, who waved his hands hands at you. "Go on (Y/n). Tell the dear old boys what you're seeing."
You locked eyes with Sam, knowing he'd understand. "Lucifer." Dean's jaw tensed and Sam stood straighter. "Has he done anything?" Dean asked, his protective side coming out. "No, he's just annoying."
Sam took his phone out and started typing. "I'll ask Rowena about your situation." You sighed and started walking towards the hall. "I'm going to my room, I need to think."
***
The next few days were living Hell. You didn't sleep, Lucifer never shut up, you could barely get through a meal without getting 'stabbed' by him. The only time he left you alone was when you had to use the bathroom. You guessed the bastard had some standards.
You were constantly scared or in pain. Despite Lucifer trying to be "friendly" all you could think about was your time in the pit. Every movement you made had you on edge. And the people in your life took notice.
Dean would watch movies with you in his Dean-cave to try and draw your attention away from Satan. Cas would stay up and talk with you because he didn't need rest, and you weren't getting rest anytime soon. Sam would find more lore for you to research so your mind could wonder into something less negative.
Despite everyone's efforts, things only seemed to get worse. You were forgetful due to lack of sleep. You were unmotivated and snappy. The worst part was the fact that you flinched at every little movement, and as much as it was killing you, Dean was also suffering.
It hurt to watch you so scared. It hurt to see you flinch at him. It hurt when you'd say things you didn't mean. It hurt. He wished he could help, but he had no idea where to even start. Sure, they contacted Rowena, but she herself was still trying to find away to reverse the spell. He, Sam, and Cas would go hours on end looking at witch lore, hoping to find any sort of clue.
***
It was a quiet Sunday morning, Sam was in the library doing Sam-things, Dean was snoring away, and Cas was God-knows-where. Lucifer had been relatively quiet the last few hours, or as quiet as the Devil could be. You made yourself a large breakfast, Lucifer bothering you made it hard to eat, but since he was quiet you could actually get something into your system.
You sat across from Sam as he read lore, your eyes darting around the room, expecting Lucifer to pop out at any moment. "Is he bothering you right now?" You looked up at Sam as you shoveled a fork-full of scrambled eggs into your mouth. "No, he's being quiet this morning." "Well that's good." You looked to the doorway where Dean's voice had come from. Dean walked towards the table, taking a seat next to you.
"That's exactly why I'm on edge... more so than usual." You grabbed a plate and put bacon and eggs on it, handing it to Dean. "Thanks Sweetheart." He drank his coffee before continuing. "As much as I appreciate your great cooking, I don't want you pushing yourself. You're absolutely exhausted as it is."
A small smile made its way to your lips, "It's fine Dean, I need to stay distracted." You looked back down at your plate and continued to eat, Dean staring at you with concern written all over his face.
Everything was peaceful in that short time. No Lucifer, no bad moods, or flinching. Dean felt a little better about your condition now. Maybe the spell only lasted a certain amount of time? He wasn't sure, but he was glad you were feeling better.
Sam smiled to himself, also happy that his best friend's condition was improving.
They were wrong. Even you thought you were improving, but it was just some cruel joke Lucifer decided to play.
"I haven't even been gone a day and you're already talking about me." You jumped up as Lucifer appeared behind Sam's seat. You gripped your fork, your knuckles turning white. This didn't go unnoticed by Sam and Dean. They both knew what had happened.
Dean wanted to hug you, but he knew better. Ever since Lucifer started hanging around, your reflexes were even sharper. Every slight touch sent you into a fit. Cas learned that the hard way when he tried to grab your attention by grabbing your shoulder.
Lucifer pulled a hunting knife out of his coat. "I thought you enjoyed my company (Y/n)." He made his way around the table, now standing behind your chair. Sam and Dean watched your movements carefully. "Don't kid yourself Lucifer, I've never like your company and you know it."
Lucifer knelt down, his mouth now level with your ear. You closed your eyes and dropped your fork. Opting to squeeze Dean's arm instead. Lucifer drew hid blade down your cheek. The cut drawing blood. Obviously, you were the only one who saw and felt the blood, the pain wasn't real. But it felt real to you.
"I waited awhile to bother you again. I thought I'd give you a moment of serenity, only to rip it right out of your hands." He continued to leave little cuts all across your shoulders and neck. "It's pitiful to watch really."
A bang from the front door made you snap your eyes open. You still had a death-grip on Dean's arm. Dean knew not to move away from you, not when you were so vulnerable. Dean nodded at Sam, a silent signal. Sam went to the door, grabbing his gun on the way.
He opened the door to a grinning Rowena. "Hello boys!' She made her descent down the steps, looking at your exhausted form. "And girl." Dean looked at Rowena, seriousness etched into his rugged features. "Did you figure out how to reverse the spell." Rowena set her duffel bag on the table. "I indeed did find away to reverse this wee spell."
Your back straightened, a tired smile pulling at your lips. "Really?" Your body filled with hope, and Dean would be dammed if your reaction to the news wasn't the most adorable thing ever. Though he'd never admit that to anyone but himself.
"Yes Dearie, it was strenuous, but I couldn't leave my favorite hunter like this." She began setting up the things needed for the spell. Rowena handed Sam a drawing. "Mark that on the floor with this." Rowena handed Sam a jar of some strange liquid. Sam went to work painting the symbol as you and Dean sat at the table waiting. Dean wanted to help, but your death-grip on his forearm said otherwise.
"Alright Dear, step into the circle." You let go of Dean and walked to the symbol on the ground. You stood in the middle, Dean stood just outside the circle for support. "Ready?" Rowena asked as she pulled a small book out of her bag. "More than ready."
Rowena began chanting in Latin. The lights in the room flickered and the shelves rattled. Soon enough the ruckus stopped, along with Rowena's chanting.
You opened your eyes to a room with only you, Sam, Dean, and Rowena. You stepped out of the circle in relief. "Thank you Rowena." Rowena smiled, but it turned to a frown when you collapsed. Luckily, Dean was there to catch you.
Dean smiled fondly at your unconscious form, "She's been waiting for this nap for awhile now." Sam and Rowena smiled. "I'll take her to her room." Dean said as he turned and made his way down the hallway with you in his arms.
Dean sat you on your bed gently, covering you in blankets. He leaned down and kissed the crown of your head, whispering.
"I love you."
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Christmas Masterlist
A Messy Christmas Surprise:
Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary: Dean and the reader are baking Christmas treats at the bunker while Sam is on a hunt. Amidst the festive chaos, Dean cracks an egg on the reader's head, leading to a playful flour fight. Dean then picks the reader up over his shoulder, and they share a laughter-filled moment. Sam returns, finding the kitchen in disarray, and discovers Dean and the reader surrounded by flour and baking ingredients. The messy holiday surprise becomes a memorable Christmas memory for the Winchester trio.
Christmas Tides:
Sam Winchester x Reader
Summary: Sam Winchester surprises the reader with a heartfelt gift and invites them to share a quiet and cozy night together away from hunting. The two exchange stories, laughter, and meaningful glances. As snow falls outside, they find a moment of respite and connection, sealed with a sweet kiss under the mistletoe.
Heavenly Christmas:
Castiel Novak x Reader
Summary: Castiel experiences Christmas traditions for the first time with the Winchester brothers and the reader. As they decorate the tree and exchange gifts, Castiel learns about the holiday spirit. The story culminates in a magical moment under the mistletoe, where Castiel and the reader share a sweet kiss, making it a Christmas to remember for everyone involved.
Mistletoe Moments:
Jack Kline x Reader
Summary: As the holiday season wraps its magic around the bunker, Jack Kline finds himself intrigued by the mysterious allure of mistletoe. Little does he know that this Christmas will bring about more than just festive decorations.
Enchanting Christmas:
Rowena MacLeod x Reader
Summary: Rowena, the enchanting witch, confesses to the reader that the holiday season has awakened new emotions within her. The two share a magical moment, culminating in a kiss that transcends the ordinary. As they celebrate the festive season together, they discover the unexpected joy of love in the midst of holiday magic.
The Grinchy Christmas Surprise:
Logan/James Howlett x Reader
Summary: Y/N buys a gift for Logan, but he isn't too keen on receiving it.
#dean winchester x reader#sam winchester x reader#castiel novak x reader#jack kline x reaer#rowena macleod x reader#logan howlett x reader#james howlett x reader#wolverine x reader
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Auntie Row
Rowena & Winchester little sister!reader, team free will & Winchester!reader
Requested by anonymous
Synopsis: Rowena has a soft spot for the Winchester’s little sister, and they get into lots of trouble together (I suck at synopsis, just read the fic it’s better)
Warnings: honestly nothing, time frame makes no sense with reader’s age but 🤷♀️
“Rowena, what do you think you’re doing?”
The witch looked up in surprise when the Winchester brothers entered.
“Sammy!” You, the brothers’ six-year-old sister, ran straight to your big brother and giggled when he lifted you into his arms.
“Oh, you’re back,” Rowena said, cringing. “That was quick.”
“Auntie Row is teaching me how to do magic, like Hermione!” You babbled excitedly.
“Rowena…” Dean growled in warning.
“Now now, she’s a growing girl!” Rowena defended herself. “Learning magic is a perfectly natural part of growing up.”
“Yeah, I don’t think so,” Sam scoffed.
“But Sammy!” You whined.
“Nu-uh,” Sam shook his head. “C’mon, it’s about time you had a nap.” He carried you out without another word to Rowena, who huffed dramatically and started to gather her belongings.
“When we said you could watch Y/N—“ Dean began, but Rowena cut him off.
“I know you didn’t mean this, but honestly Dean Winchester, how d’you expect the girl to defend herself if she can’t use magic?”
“She doesn’t have to,” Dean insisted. “We’ll protect her.”
“Oh honestly, you can’t be around her all the time! If she had magic, she could—“
“For the last time Rowena; no.” Dean’s tone left no room for argument.
“Uh, guys.” Sam returned to the room with a slight frown on his face. “Y/N said she wants Rowena to continue her story from last night. She’s refusing to sleep without it.”
“Well,” Rowena smirked. “Duty calls.”
“Hey.” Dean caught Rowena by the arm, and she glared at him. “Magic always comes with a price. I don’t want her to have to pay it.”
Rowena softened.
“I understand, Dean Winchester.”
His grip slackened, and Rowena left to go to you.
…
“I have a little something for you,” Rowena said as she stepped into your room.
“Can we finish the story?” You asked.
“Of course, sweet girl, of course. But first, I want to show you something. You remember that cursed necklace from the story? The one that protected the witch from the angry mob?”
“Uh-huh.” You nodded excitedly.
“Well, I think it’s time it protected someone else.” Rowena grinned, unclasping the necklace that was hidden behind her shirt and carefully putting it on you.
“Really?” Your eyes went wide as you stared up at the witch.
“Yes. That will protect you from anyone who wants to harm you. That way you don’t have to use any magic, just like your brothers said.”
“Thank you, Auntie Row,” you breathed sincerely, reverence painting your tone as you admired the glowing red jewel.
Rowena leaned forward and kissed your forehead.
“You’re very welcome, sweet thing. Now, let’s finish that story, shall we?”
…
“Kiddo, please, it’s just for a few days,” Sam tried to soothe you, but you still wouldn’t let go of his leg and continued to cry. “Mary’s gonna take good care of you, I promise.”
“I could really help you guys on this one,” Mary argued.
“She needs someone to watch her,” Dean reasoned.
“And why am I the automatic choice?” Mary countered.
“You two are not helping,” Sam said through gritted teeth as he picked you up, letting you lay your head on his shoulder. He hated Mary’s distance from you; you were John’s, but not hers. He understood her reason for not getting close to you, but you were just a little kid, and you didn’t deserve that. Sam just rubbed your back, still trying to soothe you as you continued to sniffle.
“If you boys needed help, you could’ve just asked.”
The three adults turned in surprise at the sound of Rowena’s voice.
“I mean honestly, it’s not like I haven’t babysat before.”
Dean was hesitant. “I don’t know if—“
“Sounds like a plan,” Mary said, going to grab her duffel. She tossed over her shoulder, “now I can help on the hunt!”
“Am I gonna stay with Auntie Row?” You asked Sam, your eyes wide and pleading.
“I…yeah honey, you are,” Sam sighed.
“Yay!” You grinned, wiping your tears away and squirming in Sam’s grip.
“Ok, ok,” Sam chuckled, lowering you to the ground so you could run to Rowena for a hug. “It’s probably best that you guys don’t stay in the bunker.” Sam directed his next words at the witch holding his little sister. “The bunker’s system still goes a little wonky with a witch inside, so one of your safe houses is probably a better idea.”
“That works for me.” Rowena grinned. “How would you like to go to Paris, sweet thing?” She asked you.
“This is a horrible idea,” Dean sighed. But he still grabbed his bag and headed out to Baby anyway.
…
“We’re back!” Sam called as he stepped into the bunker.
“Sammy! De!” You squealed, running to your big brothers and reaching them just as they came down the stairs. Dean scooped you into his arms and held you tight, comforted to see such a happy sight after such a grueling hunt.
“Hey, what’s this?” Sam asked, noticing your outfit.
“Auntie Row took me to shops in Paris, and we got a lot of clothes!” You babbled excitedly as Dean let Sam pull you into his arms.
“You’re spoiling her, Rowena,” Dean chuckled, no longer quite so hesitant about the witch now that he saw how happy you were.
“And she deserves every bit of it,” Rowena said.
…
“Ow!”
“I’m sorry darling, but you must sit still!”
“What’s going on in here?” Sam asked curiously as he stepped into your room to see you and Rowena sitting in front of your vanity.
“I’m trying to do her hair, but she won’t stop squirming,” Rowena explained, running a little pink brush through your hair.
“It’s all knotty!” You whined.
“Well it won’t be in a minute,” Rowena said.
Sam just smiled as he watched you, finally getting experiences that you’d never had before; motherly experiences.
The more he watched, though, the more he noticed how much you were squirming, and how much you seemed to be whining.
“Hey, you seem kinda grumpy, kid. Did you get a nap today?” He asked, coming to stand beside you and Rowena.
“Yeah,” you sniffled.
“You’re kinda pale,” he muttered under his breath, getting on one knee and reaching the back of his hand out to touch your forehead. “Jeez kid, you’re burning up.”
“She’s ill?” Rowena put the brush down and turned your chair around so you were facing her, repeating Sam’s gesture and checking your temperature. “She is quite hot.”
“Hey, let’s get you into some pjs, ok?” Sam suggested, lifting you into his arms. “You should get some sleep.”
“I already had a nap!” You insisted, squirming in Sam’s arms.
“Hey Sammy, I think I found us a case,” Dean said, stepping into your room. “Something wrong?”
“She’s got a fever,” Sam sighed. “You should go without me.”
“Oh nonsense,” Rowena spoke up. “Just leave her with me.”
“I don’t want to leave her when she’s sick,” Sam argued.
“Oh she’ll be fine,” Rowena insisted. “I’ll give her some herbs and she’ll be out like a light, she’ll sleep until you get back.”
“I don’t know…” Sam sighed.
“How about this,” Rowena said. “You put her to bed, and leave once she’s asleep. I’ll watch over her, and I’ll call you if she worsens.”
“Alright.” Sam looked at you. “Is that ok kiddo?”
You nodded sleepily, suddenly not so eager to fight another nap.
“Sammy, my tummy hurts,” you whimpered.
Sam nearly melted at this, more reluctant than ever to leave you.
“I know sweetheart, c’mon let’s get you into some pjs and then you can go to sleep, ok?”
Sam helped you get dressed while Dean packed for the hunt. It didn’t take long to have you tucked into bed, and you fell asleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow.
Sam lingered in your doorway, unsure about leaving you like this.
“She’ll be fine,” Rowena soothed the Winchester brother. “She’s asleep, and I’ll call you if anything changes.”
“Alright,” Sam sighed, grabbing the bag that Dean had packed him. “Just…take care of her, ok?”
“Always,” Rowena responded.
And she did. When the Winchester brothers returned, your fever had broken and you were resting on the couch with Rowena, some cartoon playing on the tv.
“Hello boys,” she greeted when she saw them.
“Hey kid.” Sam went straight to you, brushing your hair away from your face. “Are you feeling any better?”
Rowena went to speak to Dean while you answered Sam with a distracted “yeah,” continuing to watch your cartoon.
“Her fever broke,” she explained to him. “I think it’s best if she rests a bit more, though.”
“Thank you, Rowena,” Dean said sincerely. “She really seems to like you.”
Rowena smiled. “She does, doesn’t she?”
…
“Did you have fun?” Sam asked you.
You nodded, finally pulling your gaze from the cartoon.
“Yeah, I like Auntie Row!”
Sam smiled softly.
“I’m glad.”
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Promises
Promises ~ Part 6
*not my gif*
Summary: Y/N loses hope when her and the others find out why she has been cursed.
Characters: Y/N Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Rowena, Chuck.
Warnings: angst, hopelessness, chuck
Word Count: 1.3k
A/N: The long overdue part six of Promises! I guess I owe an apology for not uploading this part for so long, I didn’t really know where to go with the storyline but yeh. Also, sorry it’s so short. Anyhoo it’s here now so enjoy! Also, I’ve never written Chuck before so it might be a bit off :)
“Chuck, you get your ass here right now, you dick.”
The man chuckled to himself, kicking his feet up and sipping on his martini. The heat bouncing off his pasty skin as he shifted in his pool chair.
“What are you laughing at?” his sister asked from the chair next to him.
“They figured it out,” he said. “I just got an angry prayer from Dean Winchester.”
His sister sighed, pushing down her sunglasses to look at him. “Did you really have to do that to her, Chuck? You could’ve just killed her.”
“Well, yeah, but... I mean, where’s the fun in that, huh?” Chuck smiled.
“Chuck? It’s, uh, it’s Sam Winchester. I’m guessing you know what this is about, so... just get here?”
He sighed. “Well, sis... duty calls,” he said before putting down his martini and vanishing.
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“He’s not gonna show up,” Dean complained, pacing around the war room.
“It’s rude to assume things, Dean,” a voice said from behind the group of four. They all turned around to see the small and scrawny man, Dean’s fists clenching in anger.
“Get her out. Now,” the eldest Winchester said through gritted teeth.
Chuck tilted his head to the side, making it seem that he was thinking it through. “Hmm, no,” he said, a smile tugging at his lips. “Did you really think that I would just let her out when I was the one who wanted her there in the first place?”
The room went silent for a minute. “The least you could do is tell us where her body is,” Sam suggested.
“Do any of you know why I wanted Y/N there?” He asked and got no response. “She got in the way. She’s not supposed to be a part of this story, boys.” He walked over to your corner, looking you dead in the eye. “She’s nothing.”
“No,” Dean said, shaking his head. “No, we all know that nothing happens without your say-so. Nothing happens without you wanting it to. So if you didn’t want her to be here... she wouldn’t be here.”
He turned back around to face the group. “You’re right. I’ve tried—I’ve succeeded at—killing her. But I gave my creations free will, and you two just keep bringing her back each and every time,” he explained. “So, I figured the only way to get rid of her for good would be if you didn’t remember her. But, I guess... nothing last forever.” He shrugged. “And besides, this is more fun.”
“Why couldn’t you of just killed me?” you asked, as if he could hear you. “Emptiness is better than this...anything is better than this.”
He turned back to you. “Because I can do whatever I want,” he said before turning back around to the others. “See you around.” He winked at them and vanished.
“That son of a bitch!” Dean exclaimed, his fists clenched and his breaths short, as he paced the length of the map table. Sam was standing behind him, biting his nails in frustration while Cas and Rowena looked down to the ground, their faces sorrow.
Meanwhile, you were standing in the same spot, still staring where Chuck had stood mere seconds ago. And you were still standing there five minutes later when Sam came to talk to you.
“Y/N, I am so sorry,” Sam said. He stood behind you, his shoulders drooped and his eyes trained on the back of your head.
You released a heavy sigh as you turned to face Sam, shaking your head. “Sam, I told you not to apologise for something you can’t control.”
“I know. I just... I’m sorry that this is happening to you,” he said, offering you a smile that you found yourself incapable of returning. He noticed this and sighed. “We will get you out of here. I promise.”
You shook your head again. “No you won’t.” Sam opened his mouth to speak but stopped when you started speaking again, “God himself doesn’t want me in the world. He put me here because he couldn’t get rid of me for good... I think–I think that maybe you guys should just move on, you know, just forget this happened.”
Sam frowned, suddenly angry. He shook his head. “No. We’re not gonna let this go. We will find a way to get you out of here. We’re gonna bring you home... God can shove it right up his ass.”
You smiled a bit, but still it didn’t reach your eyes. “Well, good luck then.”
Sam pulled you into a tight hug and planted a soft kiss on your scalp. You leaned into the touch and let your tears soak into his flannel. You didn’t really hug your brothers much but you missed the freedom of doing it whenever you wanted. You missed your brothers, you missed your friends, you missed your bed, you missed food, showers, different clothes. You missed basically everything.
You didn’t know how long you stood there for but it was a long time. There was a few times where Sam seemed uncomfortable and shifted on his feet, but he didn’t complain once.
“How’s she doing?” Dean asked once Sam was back. His face grimaced as he braced himself for the update.
Sam sighed as he stood up. “Not good. She’s–she’s given up,” he said. Dean rubbed a hand over his face. “But this just sets us back a few steps.”
Cas nodded. “Yeah, we can still find a way to get her out.”
“I can contact some witches who knew Cynthia and see if they know anything,” Rowena spoke up. Sam looked over to her and nodded gratefully. She stood up and headed through to the maze of corridors.
“Alright,” Sam started. “Just because Chuck’s not going to tell us where her body is, doesn’t mean that we won’t be able to find it. It’s just gonna take a little extra work.”
Dean nodded. “Yeah,” he said, sounding more like he was trying to convince himself than agreeing. He nodded again, more sure. “Yeah. I mean, we have a freaking witch and an angel. We can do this.”
While Rowena was away, finding out what she could, and you were wallowing in self-pity, the boys formulated a plan on what they were going to do. They could get Rowena to do a spell to find out where your body was — a spell that she could probably do in her sleep, so it was no problem. The only trouble would come in when they needed to retrieve your body, since Cas couldn’t just zap them there. But they’d be damned if that stopped them.
Sam meant what he said to you. He was going to get you out of that hell hole if it was the last thing he did. And he knew that was the same case with Dean and Cas as well. Rowena probably wouldn’t go as far as that, but Sam knew how much she like you, and that she would try her hardest to get you out.
When Rowena got back, they filled her in the plan and were happy to hear that she was all for it. She gathered the few things that she needed — a mirror and one of your belongings — and got to work.
The boys gathered around her in the library, anxious on what were to happen. Even you stood up, leaning forward as far as you could, but all you could see was the side of Cas’ arm.
“Ostende mihi illum quem quaero,” Rowena spoke, her eyes glowing purple. She looked into the mirror, searching for any clue as to where your body was. After a few seconds, she found it. “Boys, she’s... she’s only in the next town over.”
“Wait, are you serious?” Sam asked, voicing the same scepticism that Dean and Cas felt. “Surely it’s not gonna be that easy.”
“Well, then I say we stock up, be prepared for whatever’s waiting for us,” Dean said confidently. “She’s been in there for months, Sam. We owe her this.”
In agreement with what Dean said, Sam and Cas left the library to get ready, packing everything they could find; guns, knives, holy water, holy oil, salt, even goober dust. They had no idea what they were walking into, but they did know that they’d do anything to help you.
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“So, what do you think?”
“You’re fabulous my dear. Fergus will love it, I can guarantee.”
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Rowena MacLeod
Female!reader
Your sexual orientation was something private. You were proud, but only let select people know about it. Too many times in the past you’d told the wrong people about it. These are progressive times, but not everyone around you had a progressive mind. So you didn’t advertise it to everyone you met. There were select people you trusted with this secret, and your mentor was about to be one of them.
Rowena had been your mentor since you were a baby witch. She knew almost everything about you. Almost. You trusted her (for some odd reason) so you decided to tell her. You were expecting her to ask questions or not let it phase her at all. To say you weren’t expecting the words that came from her mouth was a huge understatement.
“So there’s a chance you could be more than just my student?”
🌈 🏳🌈 HAPPY PRIDE!! 🏳🌈🌈
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