#sam x reader x dean
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Camping Shenanigans
Summary: You like both brothers and you decide to go camping for Sam's birthday.
Pairing: Sam x Reader x Dean Winchester
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI , implied smut, kissing, fluff
Word count: 4.9k
Note: Not beta read. It has been sitting in my drafts for months. Enjoy!
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"Camping? Are you serious?"
"Yes, Dean, it's my birthday," Sam answered.
"It was my idea," you chimed in as Dean shot you a death stare. "Kinda," You added.
***
It wasn't actually your idea. You just asked Sam a simple question:
“What’s something you always wanted to do but never had a chance to do it?”
He said camping.
"Why do you ask?"
"Your birthday is coming soon!" You told him and stuffed your face with some scrambled eggs you decided to have that morning.
"So?" Sam was a bit confused. He never really cared much about his birthday.
"Let's do something fun for your birthday. Every year is the same; Dean celebrates his birthdays hammered and dodging STDs like bullets, my birthdays are depressing because I'm always broke or sad or both, and yours…it's like you don't have birthdays."
"So,do you wanna go camping for my birthday?"
"Yes! And we can celebrate in nature with lots of alcohol."
"I mean sure, but Dean's gonna –"
"Oh fuck what Dean says he's coming too."
***
"Kinda?!"
"It will be fun Dean, besides spending time in nature will be good for you," Sam said.
"Actually, concerning amount of booze and chicks with daddy issues are the only two things that are good for me, not this!" He still kept protesting.
"You're going, Dean!" Sam told him.
"Fine, but if a snake bites me, I'm shaving your head!"
"Yeah, yeah! Pack a bag, we're going tomorrow morning!"
"TOMORROW MORNING?!" Dean’s voice went an octave higher.
"Yeah, and I'm driving!" Sam smirked.
"Not a chance," Dean simply said before taking a sip of beer.
You and Sam found a wonderful campsite in Greenheart National Park in Wyoming and decided to book it, long before telling Dean. Two nights under the stars in the middle of nowhere sounded wonderful, but Dean still wasn't impressed. Even after telling him, it wasn't a traditional campsite – it had toilets, outdoor showers and all-inclusive breakfast, lunch and dinner – he still wasn't impressed. Dean being Dean - he was protesting and whining, right until you actually sat in his car and he started the engine. He didn't like the idea, but it was Sam's birthday tomorrow and he would go to the ends of the Earth for his little brother.
The drive was long and seemed endless. Between trying to get comfortable, taking a nap, listening to music and eating snacks because of boredom, you couldn’t wait to spend time in nature and watch the stars. Sam was visibly excited, asking Dean every two hours where you were, explaining how to set up a tent, telling fun statistics about bear attacks which made Dean a bit uneasy. Sam’s inner child was slowly healing and yours was just happy to tag along. Dean's on the other hand…his inner child just wanted to get back to bed.
“This is going to be fun!” You laughed. “Dean, get ready to fight bears!”
“Shut your mouth!”
*****
After approximately 13 hours you finally arrived, far away from civilization. Everything was green, the sky was blue and the air was fresh. It was almost 9pm and even though it was May, it was a bit chilly.
"You will all get your tents, feel free to set up anywhere you like, but please don't go far away from the station," The bold man was speaking, aka the owner. He was a middle-aged man, very athletic and taller than Sam. Nice obnoxious smile too. "Dinner is in an hour and if anyone has to shower, showers and toilets are behind the gazebo. We will start the bonfire at 11pm if you wanna join. I'm making some good ol' homemade chips. Hope you enjoy your stay and please if you have any questions, concerns, I'm here."
"He seems nice," You whispered.
"Yeah, and bold," Dean added, clearly trying to sound funny. He tried and failed.
“He might be bold, but next to him you’re just a scrawny little bitch,” you clapped back, hoping it would sting him.
“Ouch!” It did.
Sam laughed.
*****
“So, do you want to share a tent?” You asked the brothers as they shared a look of concern.
“Well…” Sam started, but was unable to finish his thought.
“Mmm..” Dean too.
They didn’t like the idea, so naturally you decided to go with it and ask the owner to give you the biggest tent he could find.
“For the three of you?” The guy asked, pointing a finger at Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup. You were the last one to get your tent. Some people already found their spot and set up theirs.
“Yes, the biggest one please. I don’t wanna be suffocated by these two.”
The guy chuckled. “Roger that!” He then went into the storage room and started rummaging through his things. After a minute he came back holding a large black bag. “Here you go!” He said and tossed it to Sam. “That will do!” He also gave you three sleeping bags and you were off.
“Thank you so much!” You said.
****
You found your spot far away from people next to a pine tree that was sticking out from the rest of the forest that was behind you. The hill was beautiful, grass perfectly cut, the sky covered in stars like freckles scattered all over, while the air felt colder than an hour ago.
“I have no idea what I’m doing!” Dean said, trying to see which part of the tent goes where, while you used the flashlight on your phone to guide him.
“Let me!” Sam said and gathered all the poles in one pile. He read a thing or two about different types of tents and recognized you got the one with a porch aka ‘the fancy one’.
“Well happy birthday Sammy!” You told him. “Congratulations on being one year closer to death!”
“Wow (Y/N), you sure know how to make a man feel like crap!” Dean scoffed.
“What’re you talking about Dean? I praise him all the time. Both of you!”
“Yeah, praise my ass!”
“You do have a great ass!” You winked at him. Dean just rolled his eyes and crossed his arms looking offended.
Sam laughed at your joke. “Thank you, but it’s not midnight yet!”
***
An hour later, Sam finally set up the tent and Dean was already on his second beer. This campsite was known for having unlimited amounts of booze and Dean was one happy camper when he found that out. Meanwhile Sam was really proud of himself for setting up his first tent. It was spacious and brand new. When you put the sleeping bags in, you realized you were going to get squished by the brothers. The tent was big, but not big enough.
You liked that idea, considering your long history of liking both of them and not being able to decide. It had been over ten years and you still couldn’t decide. They both had qualities you desired in a man and were special in their own way. Sam’s height and intelligence made you want to climb him like a tree and never get down, while Dean’s perfect smile and snarky humor made you want to make him whimper under you. They were childhood friends and lived across the street, and since your parents liked to hang out you would see them almost every weekend.
Once they moved across the country you still stayed in touch - texted and called every once in a while, but your heart was aching for them. You missed them dearly. It all fell into place once you saw Sam one random Monday morning on campus at Stanford and your shenanigans started again. Dean decided more education was too much for his brain, so he opened a small music store in San Diego and was doing surprisingly well. You started hanging out again, going to pubs, having movie nights, game nights…
You and Sam would also visit Dean and everything seemed to make sense once again. You were like three peas in a pod – same but slightly different.
Over the years you learned how to ignore your feelings and push those thoughts away, and yet sometimes you'd catch your stomach flipping every time they would bring up past relationships or flings. They both didn't want to settle down, and while you liked the idea of it, you were picky and hadn’t found someone who was worthy of you to settle down with.
"Shower and alcohol?" You asked Sam, since Dean had already showered and was now on his third beer.
"Yes please."
Showering in nature was a first for you. You thought you were going to freeze but surprisingly even though you did, it felt amazing on your skin. You enjoyed the wind making you shiver.
“How was it, Sam?” You said, stepping out of the shower in nothing but a towel. Sam actually took the time and got dressed in the wooden shower cabin.
“Cold.” He answered, his voice shivering. His wet hair was slick back, a blue shirt accentuating his muscles, while the gray sweatpants he wore particularly outlined his cock, making it hard to focus.
The things I’d do to that man are ungodly and borderline illegal.
SNAP OUT OF IT!
“And refreshing,” You added.
“You should get dressed before you get sick.”
“Okay, mother!” You rolled your eyes and went back to the tent.
Anything for you, handsome!
***
Dinner was delicious – Dutch oven mac and cheese. Everybody got one big full plate and it was better than you could imagine; very salty and cheesy.
It was nice to sit and look at the bonfire while eating your favorite childhood meal but soon you just wanted to get away from the people and loud noise. You stuck around for a few minutes, watching the fire and chatting with a few nice girls you met while waiting for dinner before your social battery completely died. You excused yourself and left. You weren’t in the mood for small talk anymore – Sam and Dean were a lot better at it than you and they were a lot more social too. You decided to watch from afar and sit on the porch swing that was looking directly at the bonfire surrounded by people having a great time. You were sipping your beer watching the fire go wild as the bold guy threw a few branches, making it stable enough to actually start making his homemade chips in the skillet. You felt like a kid again. The beer was just enough to relax you even though the taste wasn't the best. The stars decided to shine that night, while the crescent moon was too shy to show its whole face.
“Having fun over there?” You heard a familiar voice and saw a shadow of a person approaching you. It was Dean.
“Yeah, just don’t feel like talking to people,” you told him.
He sat down next to you and put his beer bottle next to yours. You exchanged looks in semi- complete darkness and made a toast.
“Cheers!”
“Happy birthday to Sam!” You said, looking at Sam who was talking to a guy much shorter than him.
“I swear it was yesterday he was learning how to walk,” Dean told you.
“You sound like my mother,” You chuckled.
Your mind was getting tired and since the swing was made out of wood, you were struggling to get comfortable. Your head decided to rest on his shoulder as you took a sip of your beer, eyes still on Sam. Your hands wrapped around his arm as you lifted your legs on the swing. His arm was firm and he smelled too good for your own good – something between leather and pines surrounding you. He seemed to be tense though, or at least that was what you thought.
“Dean, I don’t bite, unless you want me to! Relax!”
You couldn’t see but he just rolled his eyes and scoffed. “I’m relaxed!”
“Well damn, you have been working out then!” You decided to compliment him. As much as you loved roasting him, making him feel good was also important to you.
“Not so bad for a scrawny little bitch, huh?”
“Shut up!”
***
The night was growing cold and you were getting tired. You didn't know the time, since your phone was back in the tent, but one thing you knew – it was time to go to sleep. The Winchesters were having a great time lingering in the crowd so you decided to leave them to have their fun and go to sleep.
"Guys, I'm gonna go hit the sack!" You shouted from afar, since you saw, they were talking to someone – a man you didn't know and didn't want to know.
"Are you sure, (Y/N)?" Sam asked.
"Yeah I'm tired! Good night, guys!"
"Good night!" They said in sync.
You snuggled up in your sleeping bag, shivering from the cold and realized; since you were sleeping on the ground you won't be able to get one hundred percent comfortable so the only logical thing was to take melatonin for sleep. That magic pill could make any surface feel like clouds and on top of that made you actually have nice dreams, since you didn't dream as much.
You took one pill and chugged a good amount of water. You were out in about 45 minutes.
***
Sam's lips were on your neck, kissing, biting, making you shiver; while Dean's lips went lower and lower. You didn't know which name to moan first, hell, you didn't know where you were, but it was blissful and a whole lot of sinful.
Dean's lips reached your panties and before he moved them to the side, he placed a kiss making you squirm. Sam's large hands were playing with your breasts while he couldn't separate his lips from your neck.
As soon as Dean's tongue touched your throbbing clit, you arched your back in pleasure. He was slow, and with the combination of Sam's rough kisses, your body was overwhelmed and feeling nothing but intense pleasure.
"Dean!" You whispered. “Dean!”
"(Y/N)?" Dean mumbled, his eyes half open, even though he couldn't see shit.
"Sam! Fuck!" This time, a whisper, sounding more like a light moan of his brother's name.
"You kiddin'?" He was now fully awake and fully aware you were in fact not trying to wake him up.
"So good!"
"I'll be damned!" He whispered, not really sure what to do. Sam wasn't saying a word so he figured he was in a coma since he had too many beers a few hours ago. You were squished between them but somehow ended up being closer to Dean so he decided to snap you back to reality.
"(Y/N)!" He whispered, this time a little bit louder. "Wake the hell up!" He said, trying to shake you to wake you up.
"Huh, what?" You finally mumbled as he violently pulled you back to reality. It took you a couple of seconds to realize it was, all in fact, just a dream.
"You snore like a buzzsaw!" He lied.
"Oh sorry!"
And without saying anything else, you both went to sleep. It took Dean a couple of minutes though, since he couldn't stop thinking about what he heard.
Dirty girl.
Was the last thing he thought before passing out.
****
The next morning you woke up well rested but in pain. Your body felt stiff until you stretched and actually got out of the tent. It was cold during the night, the air was fresh, but with the first rays of the sun came the heat, and you weren’t awoken by the sound of your alarm, it was the heat and stuffy air. When you looked at your phone, it was almost eight in the morning and time for breakfast. You were alone in the tent, Sam and Dean were already up. You got your toothbrush and toothpaste and went to do your business. You couldn't stop thinking about the damn dream. It was too vivid for your own good. The way Dean kissed you with his perfect full lips, Sam’s hands on your hot skin, their moans, groans and big girthy co-
“Good morning, princess,” you heard Dean say as you waited in line to get your breakfast sandwich, still sleepy. He wasn’t a morning person whatsoever so hearing him sound this jolly was strange.
“Morning,” you didn’t even bother to look at him as you turned around and went to find a place to sit. People were already chatting, having their morning coffees and enjoying the fresh air, while you struggled to exist. It was too early to think, too early to speak and too early to be a human.
Dean followed you after he poured himself another cup of freshly made black coffee.
You lazily opened your sandwich from the wrapper and took a first bite; ham, cheese, ketchup, lettuce…usual stuff. It was a little dry for your taste buds, but it wasn’t bad.
“How did you sleep?” Dean asked, sitting next to you.
“Like a baby,” You mumbled, chewing. You could feel his eyes on you, as you turned to look at him, he was indeed staring back at you with a little smirk on his face. “What?”
“Oh I bet you slept real good,” he teased. His deep and raspy voice was too close to your left ear, sending shivers down your spine, all over your body. You ignored it.
“What are you implying, Winchester?” You asked, genuinely confused, not really thinking about…oh. OH! You remembered. The dream. Maybe he heard you mumbling in your sleep. Do I sleep talk? You still played dumb.
“Dream a little dream of me and Sammy, eh?” His smirk was still there, you knew he wasn’t going to let it go.
“I have no idea what you are talking about.” You replied. “Where’s Sam?”
“He went Dora the explorer around the park.”
Sam was both night and day. He enjoyed both darkness and light. The darkness was for reading and the light was for hiking and jogging.
After you finished breakfast, you poured yourself a cup of coffee that was now lukewarm. It still tasted like coffee when it touched your lips and still gave you that kick you needed.
Dean was still keeping you company for some reason, he was close, too close and kind of getting on your nerves. You had a feeling he wanted to ask you something but swallowed all the words in the English language. You assumed what he was curious about, you just didn’t want to embarrass yourself. We are our egos after all, and in time we learn how to tame that part of ourselves and not let it control us. You weren’t going to blush and get flustered in front of Dean Winchester.
“What’s the plan for today?” You asked.
“Did you dream about sleeping with me and Sam?” Dean evidently didn’t register your question. And he finally found the words. You choked on your coffee not expecting to be hit with a question. You didn’t expect that kind of question.
“You did!” He said as his face lit up in a second.
“No, I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did.”
He was a child. A man-child. He wasn’t going to let it go, not until you confessed. Sighing in frustration, you calmly put down your coffee-stained mug and looked him in the eyes. They were beautiful, greener than the forest around you.
“I did,” you confessed.
“Yeah, I know I heard you,” he smiled, showing off his perfect teeth. He was beautiful but you still wanted to punch him in the face.
“Can I drink my coffee in peace now, please?”
“Yes, you may, sinner.”
The embarrassment you felt disappeared as soon as you saw Sam coming back from his little, to quote Dean, ‘Dora the Explorer’ adventure, all sweaty and ready for a shower. You weren’t embarrassed, you were horny.
“Morning!”
“Morning Sam!” You spoke.
“Sleep well?”
“Oh yeah, you bet she did!” Dean told him. You rolled your eyes.
Sam gave him a confused look not getting the joke. He doesn’t know.
“Awful, your brother kept making happy noises all night,” you lied. Figured you would get back at him for being a dick. Dean’s mouth slightly opened.
“Dude, gross!” Sam’s reaction was more than welcome considering Dean hadn’t stopped annoying you ever since you had a bite of that dry sandwich. Once he left to shower, you turned to his older brother.
“Don’t fuck with me!”
***
The day was cloudy and cold. Some people were playing board games and listening to music, some were reading their favorite books, while others went to explore the national park. You immersed yourself in the book you were currently reading, while Sam and Dean played Monopoly under the kitchen gazebo that wasn’t just a kitchen, it had a space for everything; space where you could sit and relax, a table, and two couches placed right across each other. A multipurpose gazebo: kitchen, dining room and a living room. Well, Sam was teaching Dean how to play and Dean was losing and cursing every few minutes.
“You were never good with money, Dean!” You chuckled, eyes still on the page you were reading.
“And you’re loud!” He sassed. You lifted your head to look at him and he just gave you a wink. You knew damn well why.
You elected to ignore it.
Soon enough, it was lunch time: delicious goulash and for dessert, a slice of apple pie.
“Warrior food!” Dean said, stuffing his mouth.
He wasn’t wrong. The food was fresh and absolutely delicious.
“Do you guys want to play volleyball after we eat?” Sam asked.
“You’re joking?” Dean lifted his eyebrow. “I don’t do sports and I especially don’t do sports after lunch.”
“Grandpa!” You said and told Sam to count you in.
A few minutes later, the bald, good-looking dude came to say there was going to be another party, from 7pm to when everybody goes to sleep. He also said there was going to be lots and lots of alcohol considering it was a goodbye party. Dean was excited, you were too busy reading your book and Sam finally bankrupted his older brother.
You ended up playing volleyball with Sam for almost two hours. He asked the bald guy if they had any volleyballs after lunch and the guy was more than happy to be of service. There was a small chunk of land which they turned into a volleyball court, far away from people who were hanging out around the gazebo and far away from Dean who decided to take a nap after eating too many slices of pie.
“Are you enjoying your birthday so far, Sammy?” You asked as you served him the ball which, he slammed a little too hard and it flew across your head.
“Oops!” He said with an awkward smile. “Best one so far!”
“Told you!” You raised your voice going a few steps away from the court to get the ball.
As you were playing and growing tired, you couldn't help but notice how tight his black t-shirt was, perfectly hugging his body as he started to sweat. His hair still a little damp, slick back and tucked behind his ears, his lower lip between his teeth trying to concentrate on the ball in the sky – the man was simply gorgeous. It was hard to concentrate on the damn game when your mind wandered.
How does his lips taste?
Does he have a big dick?
Probably. The man is huge.
FOCUS!
So many questions and no wins.
After losing 3:0, you decided to take a shower and get ready for the party. You were in the mood to drink and not get nervous around both brothers.
It was getting cold, so after a quick cold shower, you decided to wear your favorite pair of gray sweats and a very old Led Zeppelin hoodie your dad gave you a long time ago.
People already started drinking by the time you finished getting ready.
"Hey, nice hoodie you got there!" Dean commented as soon as he saw you. One of the things you absolutely adored about Dean was his awesome music taste. You were both old schools.
"You've seen me in this at least a hundred times Dean!" You chuckled.
"And every time I'm going to tell you how awesome it is," he said proudly. "Where's Sam?"
"Showering."
"Again?"
"Yeah, you know Dean, after physical activity you get all sweaty and gross," you told him and took a paper cup filled with red wine from the table under the gazebo. Suddenly, the familiar melody of Toxic by Britney Spears blasted through the speakers.
"It was sweaty and gross alright," Dean joked and like always, you rolled your eyes, and took a sip of the wine. It wasn't too sweet and definitely was cheap considering how watered down it was.
***
After three cups, you grabbed your fourth one as your vision started to blur. Your thoughts were scrambled, between being nervous because of Dean's annoying teasing, and not giving a flying fuck about anything and just wanting to let loose, but there was a sense of tranquility in them. You loved the idea of him knowing your dirty thoughts, and you loved even more watching Sam being simultaneously confused and stunning while listening to you two bicker. The alcohol wasn't helping you. The undying need to be in a delicious Winchester sandwich only grew stronger with each sip…
You saw Sam coming from the toilet after the shower and something in you snapped. You swallowed nervously before chugging the rest of the wine and decided to toss all the fucks you had out the window.
“Hey, handsome!” You said, seeing his face change from content to a little nervous. You'd never called him that.
“Hey!” Was all he could muster.
“In the mood for a drink?”
“Sure,” he said. “But only one, and I'm out. I’m tired.”
“Okie dokie.”
Sam's drink of choice was beer. Dean was somewhere in the crowd, nowhere in your sight. Perfect.
“Cheers!” He said. No matter how big or small his smile was, his dimples would always show on his cheeks and you found it adorable. He was adorable and his lips were much more kissable after almost four cups of wine.
“Cheers,” you smiled back. “To you Sammy!”
“I didn't tell you but you're a solid volleyball player.”
You raised an eyebrow. “A solid player? Really? You won 3:0.”
“Well, yeah because you're short, and for some reason your focus was nonexistent but your serve was excellent.”
“I'm short?” You weren't offended by any means, he was in fact much taller than you, but still surprised he said it so bluntly.
“Short and sweet?” He corrected himself with an awkward smile before taking another sip of his beer.
“Sweeter than sugar, sugar,” you didn't know where that came from. It sounded kind of lame, you thought, so you quickly changed the subject. “And my focus was nonexistent because of your sorry ass.” You said before playfully tapping him on his shoulder.
“Me?”
Something about the innocence of that man made you absolutely feral. You had a feeling he wasn't so innocent behind closed doors. The idea of his lips on yours didn't want to leave your mind as your eyes couldn't stop staring at him with pure, drunken adoration.
“(Y/N)?”
You wanted to speak but something told you to not use a single word of the English language. Instead, you pulled him by his black hoodie and crashed your lips on his. Surprisingly, he didn't pull away, his body was stiff for a few seconds before letting go and deepening the kiss, making you balance yourself on your tiptoes. You felt him cup your left cheek with his free hand as you bit his lower lip, earning a moan from him. His nose crashed against yours, tasting alcohol mainly from your lips, Sam felt his cock getting hard. It hit him that he was wearing gray sweatpants so naturally that was a sign to pull away. People around you were too busy singing ABBA songs to give a fuck.
“Well…” Sam said, not knowing where his thoughts were as he instinctively looked down and saw the outline of his cock. “Crap.”
Your gaze followed and you were happy it did. He was big, bigger than you'd imagined.
"Sammy, is that a gun or you're just happy to see me?” You winked. That was horrible.
“Shut up,” he sassed back, giving you a bitch face he would always give to Dean.
He covered his groin with his hands, looking around awkwardly to see if anyone was looking. Of course they weren't. Everybody was either drunk or high or both.
Suddenly Sam's gaze was fixed behind you as he visibly clenched his jaw. You turned around and of course it was Dean.
“Oh there you are!” You said with enthusiasm and kissed him, pulling him closer by his jacket.
Sam was stunned, while you could feel Dean smiling before kissing you back and letting you put your tongue in his mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck and enjoyed the softness of his puffy lips on yours. He was a lot gentler than Sam – more innocence but still the same amount of passion.
When you finally broke away, your drunk self just mumbled, “You two are irresistible.”
Sam was still visibly confused while Dean couldn't stop smiling.
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Anything You Need (Supernatural One-Shot)
Dean Winchester x Sam Winchester x GN!Reader (no Wincest) / requests are open
Summary: The boys discover you've been having some... unpleasant thoughts.
Fic type: emotional hurt/comfort
Potential Triggers: mentions of suicidal thoughts and regret over not having perished to the MOTW
SPN: @wereallbrokenangels (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)
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Not that many things made you cry these days. You'd seen some shit, that's for sure. Mothers pinned to the ceiling in flames, vampires being beheaded, babies crying out for family members that wouldn't come home- and spirits that cried out for company and whose sadness waded through towns like thick, boggy, slimy water.
None of that made you cry.
Almost having the sweet release of death and having it ripped from you by your partners in (quite literal) crime, however? That. That made you cry.
The boys, they chalked it up to you having a near-death experience and copping a few new badass scars in the process. They thought it was shock at first. And it probably was. At first.
But the hours ticked by and you were ushered back into the safety of the Impala and, well, the shock wore off. You'd almost died. You would have been grateful for it, to be quite honest, but no. They took that away.
"Come on, sweetheart," Dean said, leaning over the back of the front seat to look at you, curled up and watching the window with a fairly dead-inside expression on your face. "You can't still be upset. We almost die every damn week- so tell us what's up, huh?"
Your eyes shifted from the window to the door handle. If you pulled it you'd fall out onto the road and get flattened like a pancake by that semi crawling up the Impala's ass.
"I'm fine," you replied thickly, not making eye contact.
"All due respect but that's a load of crap," Dean said, scoffing to himself. You could see Sam watching you in the rearview mirror as he drove along the highway. He knew something serious was up. It was only a matter of time before he pulled over and sat you down for a big long chat about your feelings.
"All due respect but I don't care," you replied back before the words had registered in your head. You regretted them as soon as they left your mouth and the clenching of his jaw and flash of hurt in his eyes as he looked to his brother for help just lodged that heavy stone of guilt further into your gut.
"Sorry. I'm- I've not been myself lately," you sighed, not wanting to get into this but not feeling as though you had much of a choice now. "You-you ever just... wanna die? Like, not actually die, but you just feel like it sometimes?"
Dean was quiet, looking at your knee as he processed the words. Sam's eyes flicked to yours in the mirror again.
"Yeah, I've felt that before," Sam said after a beat, avoiding his brother's piercing stare. "I get why you didn't, but you could have told us."
You dropped your head onto the car door, huffing out a grunt because to be honest- that was all you could muster right now.
"Fuck, I didn't know I was living with the Downers' Club," Dean said, scratching at the back of his head. He didn't mean anything by it, of course. Humour was his coping mechanism. He was quiet for another moment. "Shit, I- you know I'm not good with the whole words thing. Hang on-"
Then Dean set down his father's notebook and clambered over the back of the seat, landing unceremoniously next to you with a grunt, mumbling something about mud on the leather.
"Wh-Dean-" you said, moving to make room for him. He just shushed you, set his feet down in the footwell and turned you around so your head was in his lap. You looked up at him, melting into his touch. He put one hand under your head, bracing you and making sure you didn't get a neck-ache, and with the other, caressed your hair, massaging at the scalp.
"No good with words but I'll be damned if I don't know how to play with someone's hair. Sammy used to love it when he was a kid. Used to get these nightmares 'n nothin' would calm him except me touchin' his head. Little weirdo. Got damn good at it, though."
You snorted, but you couldn't deny the magic he was weaving with your nerves, untangling them and braiding them back together. You felt your muscles slowly start to un-tense, and your eyes drift closed with pleasure.
"We're always here for you, darlin'," Sammy said, reaching a hand back and over the seat to brush your cheek comfortingly. It looked like an awkward angle, and it was gone a moment later, back on the wheel.
"Absolutely," Dean said reverently, looking down at you with so much love in his eyes that you could feel it warming you up from the inside even with your own eyes closed. "Anything you need."
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"Yeah... I hope so."
PAIRING: Sam Winchester x Reader x Dean Winchester
SUMMARY: You're caught when hunting a vampire nest with Sam and Dean, but... They get there too late. You were hopeful... until you saw the reaper sitting in the back seat.
WORD & CHAR COUNT: 3,293 - 13,774
PAIRING: Sam Winchester x Reader x Dean Winchester
TAGS: Blood / Death / Wounds
AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's been a while since I've uploaded! I hope you guys cry when reading this(but in a good way ,yk?).
I could barely keep my eyes open. Everything was sore, and I was cold…
We’d been hunting this vampire nest for two weeks. We thought we had it under control, that it was just a tiny, well-hidden nest that we could empty in one swoop. However, we couldn’t have been more wrong. Despite these vampires all looking young, they were very, very old. They were experienced, they were skilled, and they were smart. By the time I realized what we were really dealing with, it was too late.
I had picked up my phone to call Sam and Dean, but just as they answered the phone, a rag was shoved against my mouth. It wasn’t long at all before I found myself losing consciousness.
I’d been tied up in their nest for hours, my wrists bound together and keeping me suspended by a hook mounted on a beam.
By now, my hands were numb. My feet were a few inches off of the ground, just enough to make me feel like this rope was going to rip my hands off. I had cuts and bites all over my body. Some of these wounds, they didn’t even use… They just hurt me for fun. They’d watch my blood drip on the floor only to laugh in my face. It took hours for me to finally get myself to stop crying. I didn’t want to give them a reaction anymore, despite how hard it was. It was so hard.
I was stuck there for ages. I couldn’t tell how long, I just knew it was long enough for it to get dark, then light again… A whole night in this disgusting basement.
Thankfully, they got… bored of me.
They left the basement, now hanging out upstairs. I could hear them talking, but I wasn’t able to make out the words. All I could do was wait.
But what was I waiting for?
For Sam and Dean to bust in?
Those vampires to come back?
To bleed out?
I was wasting my time with the hopeful wish that they’d save me. I knew what was happening. My hands and feet had gone numb, my skin was white, and I felt cold. I felt so, so cold. My mouth was so dry and my lips were chapped and bleeding. They had almost bled me dry. All I could do now was stare at the bloody, dirty floor.
I finally raised my head as I heard a loud crash upstairs. It was followed by shouting, a few gunshots, and more crashes.
My eyes drooped, shutting for a few seconds. It was getting harder to keep them open. Although, my hope rose alongside the volume of the fighting upstairs. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so hopeless about the possibility of Sam and Dean not showing up. They were here. We were going to be okay.
“...S-Sam…!” I called out, but it was barely audible. My voice was raspy, nothing more than a coarse whisper.
“Sam! D-De–” I burst into a coughing fit, splattering more blood on the floor. “Dean!”
I could feel the tears start running down my face. The relief of their arrival washed over me, my chest aching as I sobbed their names.
“Y/N!”
I heard them calling from upstairs. It wasn’t much longer— I saw the door to the basement come flying down the stairs. They knocked it clean off of its hinges. Their boots made loud thuds against the wooden boards of the stairs, the two of them nearly toppling over each other to get down.
“Y/N!” Sam shouted as he got to me first.
I let out a heavy sigh of relief as his large hands cupped my face by my jaw, my head resting in his palms. I couldn’t stop myself from sobbing, giving him a weak smile through my tears. He pulled my eyelid up, checking me. I knew he was just checking to see if I was turning— but I just wanted to leave as soon as possible. Dean raised his knife, cutting the rope on my wrists. I dropped, but Sam quickly caught me.
“The hell are we waiting for? Let’s fucking go–” Dean barked the order, gesturing for us to get out. “–She needs a damn hospital.”
Both of their faces twisted with worry as I groaned in pain, my hands cramping as the blood was able to flow through them again.
After seeing this, Sam didn’t waste another second. He scooped me up, holding me against his body with my legs on his hips and my arms over his shoulders. He didn’t care how much blood got him— Not that I had much left, anyway. One of his hands supported me, the other firmly holding the back of my head as my chin rested on his shoulder. As the three of us left the house, I watched over his shoulder, seeing a dozen dead vampires all over the floor. I simply closed my eyes, gritting my teeth.
The two rushed me to the Impala, Sam still clutching me as he got in the car. Dean didn’t wait one second more, revving the engine as he sped out of the driveway.
“Y/N?” Sam croaked, “Hey-hey-hey—” He sheepishly repeated the word as he looked at my face, gently patting the side of my face. “Stay with us– Okay? Keep your eyes open. Dean!” He shouted at Dean, the worry in his voice becoming one of rage. Rather than snapping back at Sam for shouting, the engine roared as Dean gassed it. The Impala raced down the road as fast as it could go. It was hard to hear the two of them talking over the engine with the way my head was spinning.
“Sam…?” I took a breath.
“Give her some water.” Dean shoved a water bottle against Sam, not taking his eyes off of the road.
“Tilt your head back, okay?” Sam spoke softly to me. Even then, I could still hear the pain in his voice. He was afraid, his eyes glistening as tears welled in his eyes. “Drink this.” Sam carefully held the water bottle to my lips, slowly tilting it so as not to give me too much at one time. I eagerly drank it, raising my blood-soaked hand to hold the bottle. He shook his head as I did.
“Don’t worry about that– I’ve got you.”
Once he pulled the bottle away, I took a deep breath. “I’m—” I gritted my teeth, “–I’m sorry… I was going to call–”
“Don’t worry about that.” Dean shook his head as he drove.
“I was— was going to call you.” I cried, “I f-found out where they w-were– I– I was going to call you, but they f-found me… I’m sorry.”
“I said don’t worry about that, you understand me?” Dean raised his voice. “We’re getting you to the hospital. They’re gonna fix you.”
I drew in a shaky breath, but it turned into a coughing fit. I could only watch as my blood hit Sam’s face. He didn’t even flinch, he just carefully pushed my hair out of my face, still choking back tears. I knew what was happening. I was never going to make it to the hospital— Not with that reaper sitting in the back seat, her eyes on me with a sorrowful expression.
“…Pull over.”
The silence that came was… tense. I could cut through glass with it. Both of them stared at me in shock, but I could see it in their eyes. They knew. They could tell. With how many times they watched someone die, this was nothing new.
The Impala slowed down a bit as Dean glared at me. He followed my gaze, seeing that I was looking in the back of the car.
He’d had his own experience with reapers, or at least enough to know there was one waiting for me.
“You leave her the hell alone!” He screamed, hopelessly swinging his gun into the backseat and firing off useless shots.
“Dean!” Sam shouted at him, pulling me tighter against him as he watched Dean snap.
Dean’s gun clicked as he ended up emptying the clip. He threw it into the floor of the car, turning to face the wheel again. He was gripping the wheel so hard his knuckles were white, revving the engine again as he swerved around a corner. Of course, the Reaper hadn’t moved an inch. She was still sitting there, the bullets had gone through her like mist.
“Dean… Please p-pull over.” I sucked air through my teeth, fighting to keep my eyes open.
“We’re getting you to the hospital, that’s it.” He argued, not wanting to stop the car. My pleas for him to pull over went in one ear and out the other. Meanwhile, Sam just did his best to comfort me, desperately finding anything he could to stop the bleeding. Napkins from the glove box, gauze from the first aid kit, and t-shirts from his bag. Although… none of it was enough. By now, Sam’s large hands were stained red with my blood. The seat was soaked and sticky, along with his clothes.
“De… Dean, I–” Sam’s voice cracked as he tried not to cry, staring down at me, “I can’t… It won’t–”
He rambled through broken whispers, trying to form sentences. It was hard to even make out his words anymore as my head was spinning.
I slowly looked at the reaper again. This time, she was leaning forward, her hands gently holding the backside of the front seat.
“…Are you staying? Or are you coming with me?” Her voice was sad. She didn’t sound like she wanted to take me with her, but it was her job. She had to. “I’m sure you’ve dealt with enough ghosts to know what happens if you stay, but… it’s your choice. I’ll understand.”
I gasped as I tried not to burst into tears– not that I had the energy to do it anyway.
“I…” I croaked, “Do I have time to say goodbye?’
The reaper slowly nodded, “Yes, but… Only goodbye.”
I nodded as I took in what she was saying. There was no way I was getting out of this. As I looked away from her, I could see Sam looking down at me with wide eyes, glaring like a deer in headlights. Dean was doing the same, the car slowing down. Even though they couldn’t hear or see the reaper, all they had to do was hear what I said to realize that it was time for me to go.
The Impala slowly pulled to a stop on the side of the road as we parked.
“S-Sam?”
Sam sniffled, pushing his hair out of his face as he tried to hold his composure together, “Yeah? What is it?” His voice cracked as he spoke. His face was soaked, shiny from the tears that ran down and dripped onto his clothes.
“Can… Can we sit on the hood? I don’t want the last thing I see to be the ceiling of the car.” I gave a weak laugh which came out as more of a wheeze.
Both of them nodded, agreeing as they hurried out of the car. Dean got out first, coming around to open the door while Sam did his best to pick me up without hurting me anymore. He carefully climbed out of the car, cradling me as he steadied himself in the tall grass beside the road. Sam then took slow steps to the hood of the car, gently laying me in the middle of it, his jacket hanging around me like a blanket. The two of them just stood beside the car, staring at me beside one another, mournful looks on their faces.
“Hey, D-Dean?”
He didn’t say anything, but he raised his chin a bit as I spoke to him.
“Can you put our song on the r-radio?”
Sam sputtered as he choked up a smile, looking off to the side as he put his bloody hand over his mouth. Dean kept up his usual stoic expression, trying to detach himself as he nodded his head and got back in the car.
“S-Sam— Come on…”
“…What?” He looked a bit confused, struggling to think straight.
I patted the hood of the car, leaving a red handprint on the black paint. His lip trembled as he tried to keep his smile, taking a reluctant step to the car. He carefully climbed onto the hood of the car with me, lying next to me. The car rocked a bit, tilting with his weight. His hand then planted on my leg, making sure I didn’t slide at all. I gave a weary smile and placed my hand over his. Sam could hardly look at me, just looking up at the sky as we interlocked our fingers.
It wasn’t long before the radio kicked on, “Simple Man” by Lynyrd Skynyrd playing. While Sam, Dean, and I all had very different tastes in music, we all had one song we liked— and this was it. We’d all sing along in the car, laughing as we couldn’t hit notes and lacked any sense of melody, just three idiots screaming lyrics in a car with smiles on our faces.
Dean got out of the car, closing the door as he then climbed onto the hood with us. I reached my other hand over, holding his hand as well.
We all just laid there, Sam on my right, Dean on my left, and nothing but the stars to keep us company. Given that we were out in the countryside, there was hardly any light pollution. We could see the moon and stars for miles and miles… I took it in for a moment, closing my eyes and letting out a deep breath. As I did, I felt both of them flinch. Without opening my eyes, I just smiled and croaked again,
“Not— Not dead yet.”
I could feel the relief from them as their grip on my hands tightened.
“D-Dean?”
“Yeah?” He spoke quietly, not moving.
“Stop… Stop being a statue for five minutes, g-got it? Y-You’re making your brother look like a b-baby.”
We all gave a soft chuckle as I spoke, Dean finally cracking.
“I just—” He sucked air through his teeth, “We don’t want you to go.”
“I know.” I choked on my words. By now, I knew the reaper was pushing it for me. This was taking more time than just a goodbye.
“Can I tell you something?” The words grated out of Sam’s throat.
“Yeah, what?” I turned to look at him.
“I… I love you.”
We all laid there in silence for a moment, taking in what Sam said. A few seconds went by before Dean slowly pulled his hand away from mine, seeming he wanted to distance himself afterward.
“I wasn’t sure for a while, I… I thought I was just being stupid, but… I’m sure now, and I wish I knew before this happened.”
I gave Sam a tearful smile, squeezing his hand tightly. “I… I love you too, Sam.”
We both gave weary laughs, Sam rolling on his side to face me. He leaned over me, gently placing his hand on my cheek. I looked at him through droopy eyes, eventually closing them as he leaned in and kissed me. It was short… but sweet. I was happy that he’d decided to actually tell me, rather than leaving me wondering.
Although, I didn’t want to leave Dean alone like that.
“Dean?” I looked over at him. He was just staring at the sky, his hands balled into tight fists over his stomach. “What’s wrong?”
“It doesn’t matter now.” He shook his head with a weary smirk, “No point.”
“It does matter, Dean.” I reached over, placing my hand over the top of his fist. He still wouldn’t look at me. “Now is absolutely the time, I mean… There won’t be a later.”
Dean closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath as he finally coughed up the words. “Sammy beat me to it.”
It took me a second, but I eventually pieced together what he meant. Sam had just confessed to me, but Dean… He did too. They were both in love with me. I wasn’t sure what to do, but I didn’t have the time to think about it, so… I might as well go out with a bang.
“I… Dean, look at me.”
Dean begrudgingly opened his eyes, looking over at me. His eyes were glazed over with tears, one finally rolling down his cheek. It was getting harder for him to hold it in.
“I love you, too.” I squeezed his hand a bit.
He looked a bit confused, but… He slowly took the same action as Sam, partially rolling on his side.
“But… You just said—”
“I know.”
“Then wh–”
“F… Fuck being normal, right?” I coughed as I laughed, “If I’m— If I’m going out, I–I’m going happy.”
I expected them to bicker, get angry, maybe cry, but… They didn’t. Sam squeezed my hand, Dean interlocking fingers with my other hand once again. He followed Sam’s steps, leaning in as he kissed me. I was happy that they didn’t question it, seeming to understand what I meant about not being normal. For all the years we’d been hunting together, I was stuck in the middle. I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to pursue Sam, or whether I wanted to go for Dean… I felt selfish to want both of them like this, but right now, I felt like I had the right to be a little bit selfish.
As Dean pulled away, he put his forehead to mine, taking a sharp breath. His hand was shaking.
We all slowly laid back down, just looking up at the sky, hand in hand, smiles and blood on our faces, and tears running down our cheeks.
“S-Sam, you get my necklace, okay?”
“Are you sure…?”
“Yeah… I’m sure.” I nodded, sighing. “And— And Dean, you get my b-bracelet.”
“Y-You both have to promise me something.” I knew I was running out of time. The reaper was out of the car now. She was standing beside the car, her hands across as she looked at me. I took in a deep breath, “No deals. No crossroads demons, no witchcraft, no summoning… None of it. Okay…?”
I thought my hands were going to break as they both squeezed them, taking sharp breaths of their own.
“I promise.” Sam’s voice shattered as he gasped, putting his other hand over his mouth again.
“Promise.” Dean tightened his fist, pressing it against the car.
We all took in a deep breath, our hands shaking. I closed my eyes, a weak smile on my face. By now, I couldn’t hold out any longer. I wasn’t even sure I had legs at this point, they were cold and I couldn’t move them anymore.
When I opened my eyes again, I wasn’t lying on the hood of the car. I was standing in front of it, looking at myself. The reaper had her hand on my shoulder, gently squeezing it.
“I… So…” I didn’t know what to say. “I’m ready to go.”
The reaper gave me a mournful smile, “I’m glad you chose to come with me. I don’t think they could bear seeing you as a spirit.”
“Yeah… I just– Are they going to be okay?” I looked at her.
She sighed, “…No. They won’t be, but they’ll manage. They always do, huh?”
I glanced back at them. By now they were sitting up, looking down at my lifeless body, still clutching my hands as they did their best not to break down.
“Yeah… I hope so.”
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since you write for spn, what about something where the reader is Sam and Dean's little sister and yk when in season 2 they go to the Roadhouse- well, maybe She meets Ash and she gets a crush on him and when they go to the Roadhouse She always stay with him? And maybe they also notice that she has Ash's ring (yeah in my mind he wears a ring with the scrabble's A) and they're like, teasing her, expecially Dean, saying things like 'oh, why don't you come ti the Roadhouse with us? We're pretty sure there's someone waiting for you' and it's just fluff with Ash? Thank you so much, even if you don't write it :3
"Your Frog Prince is Waiting~"
A/n: Thank you so much for the request; it's my very first one! I hope you enjoy! I'm not used to writing Ash, so I apologize if he seems a bit out of character; I tried my best.
Dean x Sister! reader x Sam, Ash x reader
Warnings: Cursing, potential cringe pet names, teenage crush
Description: As the Winchesters spend more time at the Roadhouse, the youngest gains a little crush on one of the residents. 😊
Latin Translation: mnemosynum (Keepsake)
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The inside of the saloon was quiet as Dean shuts the creaking front door. All of the lights were off besides a sparking LED light hanging behind the bar. The place was grim, the sun casting through the ragged curtains seeming to be the only bright thing in the place.
(Y/n) stays close to her brothers as they venture deeper inside, only to bump into Sam as he stops suddenly. Her older brother barely spares her a glance, his attention caught on the boy laying across a pool table a few feet away.
"Oh god... is he dead?" She murmurs, eying him with slight trepidation. Sam shrugs in response.
"Hey, Buddy?" Sam calls out, taking a step forward. No response. "I'm guessing that isn't Ellen."
"You think?" (Y/n) snaps, observing the backside of the stranger. Sam snorts in response, before heading towards the back. "Sammy? Sammy, where are you going?"
"Stick beside me, squirt." Dean's voice says lowly, "We don't really know what's going on here."
(Y/n) turns to him to make a sarcastic response, but pales as she sees a woman press a gun to his back. "Dean..."
"Oh god, please let that be a rifle..."
"No, I'm just real happy to see you," the woman responds, cocking the gun.
(Y/n) took a step forward, only for the woman to dig the head of the gun deeper into Dean's back. "Don't move, or I'll shoot his spine out."
"Don't move -- copy that," (Y/n) repeats, making eye contact with her brother with a dry swallow.
"You should know something, miss. When you put a rifle on someone, you don't want to put it right against their back, 'cause it makes it real easy to do..." Dean rambles before turning around swiftly and stealing the rifle away from the woman's grip.
Before Dean can stand his ground fully, the woman throws a full punch at his face, causing him to stagger as she pulls the gun back to her.
"Sammy-" (Y/n) calls in alarm.
"Sorry..." Sam states as he comes back out with his hands over his head, "Can't help right now, I'm a little tied up."
The older woman who has Sam hostage eyes the two men for a moment before glancing at the young girl standing with a distressed look on her face. "Winchesters?"
"Yeah," both (Y/n)'s brothers say in unison.
"Son of a bitch," she laughs, putting her revolver in her back pocket. "Hey, I'm Ellen. That's my daughter, Jo."
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"He didn't send you..." Ellen pauses, a look of sadness washing over her expression. Neither (Y/n) or her brothers responded as each of them look away from her. The pain of losing their father is still fresh in their heart. "He's alright, isn't he?"
No," Sam finally states with a sigh, "he isn't. It was the demon, we think. It, um... it just got him before he got it, I guess."
"I'm so sorry."
"It's okay. We're all right," Dean says.
"Really, I know how close you and your Dad-"
"Really, Lady, I'm fine," Dean interjects with a stern look. (Y/n) gently places her hand on his thigh before looking at Ellen with the shake of her head.
"So, look, if you can help..." Sam announces, trying to change the subject, "We could use all the help we can get."
"Well, We can't," Ellen replies, "but Ash will."
"Who's Ash?" (Y/n) questions.
Ellen snorts before yelling out the name. As a response, the guy from before swiftly gets up with a groan. Balls fly from the table as he looks around to where his name was being called, his long hair flipping back and forth erratically.
"What?" Ash's voice booms, looking over at the group huddled by the bar, "closing time?"
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"You got to be kidding me. This guy's no genius," Dean grumbles, "He's a Lynyrd Skynyrd Roadie!"
"Dean, give him a chance." (Y/n) grumbles out, kicking him slightly in the leg. Ash cheekily smiles and Dean rolls his eyes.
"Alright. Well, this stuff's about a year's worth of out dad's work," Dean shares as he sits down, "Let's see what you make of it."
Ash looks over the papers that Dean slid over, and scowls. "Come on, this crap ain't real. Ain't nobody can track a demon like this."
"How do you know?" (Y/n) questions, "Our dad was really good at it."
"Well, sweet cheeks. These are nonparametric statistical overviews, cross-spectrum correlations. I mean... damn. They're signs, omens. If you can track them, you can track this demon- You know, like crop failures, electrical storms. You ever been struck by lightning?" (Y/n) shakes her head in response as he looks at her, "It ain't fun."
"Can you track it or not?" Sam asks, giving Ash the stink eye.
"Yeah, with this, I think so."
"Really? How long?" (Y/n) questions with the quirk of her brow.
"It's gonna take time. Give me, 51 hours."
"You can really track down a demon in the span of over two days? I gotta say, that's impressive."
"Oh, you'll be impressed." Ash says with a smirk, "It'll be just like fine wine."
(Y/n) didn't say anything as her face flushes.
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"That kid's hair was something else," Dean chuckles out as they go back to Bobby's car. "Looked more like a rat's nest to me."
"I don't know, I kinda liked it," (Y/n) responds with a small smile.
"Liked it?" Dean speaks, whipping his head around, "You mean to tell me you'd get your hair cut that way too?"
"No! What I meant is, it suited him. Not everyone could pull it off," (Y/n) speaks, climbing into the back of the van.
"Yeah, if you call that a suited haircut..."
"Do you really think he'll be able to track Dad's demon in 51 hours?" Sam asks, looking out the passenger side window.
"Psh, my bet is no. Dad spent his entire hunting career looking for that thing. There is no way a kid who sleeps on a pool table can top that!"
"I say he will," (Y/n) replies matter-of-factly.
"What makes you say that?"
"I just got a good feeling about him, is all."
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"Did you find the demon?" Sam's breath tickles the back of (Y/n)'s head as he leans over her. Ash sets his computer down, casually placing his arm beside hers as he types away.
"It's nowhere around, at least nowhere I can find. If this fugly bastard raises its head, I'll know. I mean, I'm on it like divine on dog dookie."
"You can really be alerted right away?" (Y/n) asks with awe.
"Any of those signs or omens appear anywhere in the world, my rig will go off like a fire alarm."
"That's amazing..."
"Where did you learn to do all this?" Sam gasps in amazement.
"M.I.T., before I got bounced for fighting." Ash explains with a somewhat embarrassed look on his face.
"What was the fighting about?" (Y/n) responds, amusement crossing over her face.
Ash looks over at her with amusement of his own, "Wouldn't you like to know, sugar cube."
"Okay!" Dean says as he gets up from the table, "Give us a call as soon as you know something?"
"Si, si, compadre."
(Y/n) gets up from her seat, going to head after her brothers who already made their way back to the front, before being stopped by Ash.
"Hey, sugar cube. I wanna give ya somethin' before you hit the road," Ash says, as he leans against one of the chairs.
"Oh? And what's that?" (Y/n) replies with a flirtatious simper.
"Give me your hand," Ash says simply, "and you'll get your big surprise."
"Okay..." (Y/n) chuckles, reaching her arm out. Ash grabs at her wrist softly, eyeing each one of her fingers before placing something cool to the touch over her middle finger.
"mnemosynum," Ash announces with a bow, granting her access to what he put on her. A bulk piece of metal clung to her slim finger; the initial A engraved in it. "Until we meet again."
"Why?" (Y/n) asks. It's not that she didn't like it; it was quite charming. She was just slightly confused on why she got the gift in the first place.
"I have a good feeling about you, sweet cheeks. I think we are going to be tight these next couple months," Ash announces, "You can keep that, by the way."
"Thanks... You know, I can say the same thing for you."
"Is that so?"
"It's so."
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"Come on, kiddo. We gotta get going," Dean says as he grabs his keys from the top of the motel's mini fridge.
"Why's that?" (Y/n) responds, not looking up from her book. "I thought you and Sammy were just going to the town over."
"We need some info," Dean pauses as he checks out the ring on his sister's finger, "and I'm sure your roadkill boyfriend would love to see you."
"He's not roadkill, Dean!" (Y/n) shouts, slamming her book shut. "And he's not my boyfriend!"
"Sure, and you aren't red as a tomato right now," Dean smirks. "Seriously though, we gotta go, so... get to moving, princess. Your frog prince is waiting~"
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Prank Wars
Summary: Prank wars. You just hate them.
Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Sam Winchester
Warnings: language, fun, crack, pranks, a/b/o dynamics, implied polyamory, scenting, cuddling & snuggling
A/N: Consider this nonsense.
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“What the fuck!” Sam exclaims loudly. He flings the book he just read across the table, cursing loudly. “Dean! That’s not funny.”
“It was damn funny,” Dean snickers as his brother gets up from his chair. “You are trembling, Sammy.” The hunter snorts. “Payback for the salt in my beer.”
“You put a picture of a clown into my book! You glued it to the pages,” the younger brother mutters. “You know I hate clowns.”
“You are scared of clowns,” Dean corrects. “That’s a difference. I only wanted to pay you back. Remember, you started this with the spoon in my mouth.”
“Guys, not again,” you huff as the brothers are about to start another prank war. “How old are you? You are grown-ass men. Stop pulling pranks!”
“Sweetheart, stay out of this,” you roll your eyes. “You shouldn’t get involved in one of our infamous prank wars,” the hunter tuts. “You’re too sensitive and won’t survive our pranks.”
“I didn’t want to get involved in your shit show,” pursing your lips you point at the dent in the wall next to your favorite seat. “Last time you almost hit my head. You threw a fucking stone at me.”
“In my defense, I wanted to hit Sammy’s laptop,” Dean argues. As if it makes up for the dent in the wall and the fact that you almost peed your pants. “I didn’t want to hit you, Y/N.”
“You almost killed me with that stone, Dean. Your pranks always get out of hand, and someone will get hurt sooner or later,” you complain loudly. “Stop it right now.”
You slam your laptop shut and glare at Dean. “Sweetheart, we promise to keep you out of this,” he purrs. “I’ll make it up to you.”
“A clown,” Sam grunts. “You glued a clown to my book, Dean. That’s not funny! You ruined the book!”
“I bought a copy, Sammy. Your precious book is in my room,” Dean flashes his brother a smile. “I wouldn’t dare to ruin one of the million books at the bunker.”
While the brothers start to bicker again, you grab your laptop and silently leave the library.
You’ll be damned if you get involved in their nonsense this time.
“Y-ou put hair remover into my shower gel,” Sam growls. “My chest is smooth, Dean. SMOOTH! You know Y/N will get mad! She’ll call me dolphin chest again!”
Dean only snickers. After Sam put laxatives into his coffee, he’s out for blood.
“Well then, she will snuggle into my chest, Sammy.”
“Dean! What did you do this time?” you stare at Sam’s naked chest. “Where is all the fluff?” you wildly gesture toward Sam’s hairless chest. “How dare you put your hands on his fluff!”
“Sweetheart, I still got a hairy chest—” Dean takes off his shirt to reveal his chest to you. “See, I got it all. Let’s cuddle and forget about Sammy’s smooth chest.”
“Hey! I’m still talking to you, Dean. You ruined my chest,” you cock a brow as Sam snarls in his brother’s direction. They are about to fight for real.
“You ruined shower sex for me and Y/N! I didn’t make it out of the bathroom for the whole day. I had to—” Dean huffs, “poop all day!”
“Ah, good times,” Sam nods knowingly. “I’ll do it again. Maybe I put some more in this time…”
“That is enough!” you snap at Sam. “This is over. If you ever want to get your knot inside of me, or even scent me, you will stop this shit right now.”
“What?” the brothers say in unison. “Baby! Sweetheart!”
“I’ll be waiting in our bedroom,” you batt your eyelashes. “If the two of you want to make up, and make things up to me, come to our room and promise to stop this war.”
You storm off, not looking back at your alphas.
“Uh-I wanna touch our omega,” Dean swallows thickly. He looks at his brother, brows furrowed.
“Armistice?” Sam offers.
“Armistice,” Dean agrees.
“Now we only need to decide who’ll be allowed to scent her first,” Sam grins. “How about a round of rock, paper, scissors…”
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Imagine #116 Sam and Dean Winchester
A/N: This part is a bit shorter but it’ll pick up. The next part is gonna have a choice between a Sam route or a Dean route. I hope everyone enjoys! Let me know what you think!
Dean is in hell; he made it through actual hell, he even made it through purgatory but this was harder. Sam seemed evasive when it pertained to you; he ignored when Dean had questioned your whereabouts, he ignored him when he questioned whether he’d kept in touch with you and he definitely ignored him when he questioned what the pair of you had been up to for the past year. Sam knew there'd been something going on with Dean before he went to purgatory and he held the sneaking suspicion it had to do with you. Man, he had no idea just how right he was. Knowing that not only had Sam been living a normal apple pie life but that he’d been doing so with you killed Dean inside. He’s standing in your living room, a picture of you and Sam kissing at a Farmer’s Market clutched within his hand and his chest is aching. He’s never held anything but love for his brother but in this moment he felt envy and hatred. He hated how happy the two of you looked in the photos on the fireplace mantle. It was supposed to be him.
Sam asked him to wait on the porch while he went inside to explain the situation to you. Wouldn’t you be happy to see him? Why does Sam need to break it to you? He wanted to protest and follow him in but his brother sent him a pitiful expression, his signature puppy eyes, and he couldn’t help but curse under his breath and relent. “I am home.” Sam’s muffled statement caused Dean’s brow to furrow in confusion, did he live with you? The more time he spent sitting on the porch, the more questions he seemed to have.
“Hi honey.” Sam purrs in an affectionate coo, the living room was in complete darkness albeit for the warm glow of the movie playing on the television dancing across your softened features. He can see the tired expression on your face and he feels guilty that he’s about to destroy your serenity. He opens his mouth but nothing comes out. Maybe he could tell you tomorrow and Dean can sleep in the guest room? “Why don’t you head to bed, baby.” He suggested turning the hallway light on before re-entering the living room. “We can watch the rest of the movies tomorrow.” He can’t quite make out what your muffled protest is as you’d completely sunken into your blankets instead, he opts to remove you from the couch and carry you to bed. He takes his time; covering you up on your side of the bed, placing an affectionate kiss to your temple as you release a sleepy sigh and a mumbled ‘i love you’ before he exits the room to go retrieve Dean from the porch and show him to the guest bedroom. Maybe it was selfish, but Sam wasn’t looking forward to sharing you again; not with hunting or with Dean.
Now, here Dean is, standing in your living room at three am, since he couldn’t sleep without being awakened by nightmares, staring at the pictures hanging on the walls and lining the fireplace mantle of the pair of you and he hates how angry he feels. The relentless rage and jealousy trickling through his heart and creating a hollow feeling in his abdomen. His chest is aching and he can’t seem to breathe. Is this what heartbreak feels like? He couldn’t fathom this reality; he could deal with hell, demons, angels and the apocalypse but he couldn’t handle the fact he lost you. He couldn’t even really be angry with either of you because he’d never been honest about his true feelings for you. Now, he’d be destined to watch his brother being with the love of his life. How is he meant to do that? Can he do that?
Morning was interesting to say the least; you’d sprayed Dean with the faucet sprayer, the boiler had been blessed by a priest upon moving in, you’d stabbed him with a knife from your butcher’s block and just as you went to splash him with bleach, Sam entered the kitchen clad in nothing but a towel around his waist and stopped you before you threw it in his eyes. After Sam got dressed, and you finished buttoning Sam’s maroon plaid shirt that you were wearing, he decided to make breakfast for everyone as Dean filled you in on his year. It was horrifying to find out that Dean was locked up in purgatory with monsters, the constant fight for his life must have done a number on him emotionally and mentally.
“I hear congratulations are in order.” Dean muses, a hint of bitterness in his voice that he can’t shake as he takes a sip of his coffee. “You and Sammy, huh?” A sour lilt to his tone as he stabs at his eggs a little aggressively.
“Oh, uh, yeah.” You answer as a warm blush creeps up your neck and settles on your cheeks. Sam leans over and presses an affectionate kiss to your cheek before blowing on his coffee and taking a drink. “A year now.”
“That’s great.” He responds with a sarcastic smile, slamming his utensils down and drinking the remaining coffee in his mug. He throws the dishes in the sink and leaves the kitchen.
“He’s a little upset with us for giving up hunting.” Sam tries to justify the outburst, but he has a nagging feeling that there’s more to it than that. Dishes clattering in the sink interrupt the silence before he continues. “He thinks we gave up on him.” That had been the beginning of an awkward fight with Sam. Dean hadn’t meant to eavesdrop but the house was small, there was nowhere he could disappear to that he wouldn’t be able to hear the aggressive whispering turned to yelling. He could hear everything; the hurt in his brother’s voice, the apologies from your trembling mouth, but it was when he caught the hint of a sniffle that his heart ached. He just knew in his soul that you were crying and it tore him apart. He’s drinking his beer, digging in the shoebox of credit cards, driver’s licenses, badges and cell phones, when Sam emerges from the kitchen and a distant door slams shut.
“You’re being unfair.” Dean’s hoarse voice cautions, dialing the voicemail on a burner as he attempts to distract himself from his thoughts of you; crying in your room, warm tears rolling down your delicate flushed cheeks, nose rose hued from sniffling, the mental image was enough to make him itch.
“Butt out, Dean.” Sam growls, thrusting himself into the floral print armchair across from the fireplace.
“I am just saying, you’re being too hard on her.”
“Dean.” Sam groans sitting straight, he releases a guilt ridden sigh, trembling hand running through his chestnut hair before he continues. “I was too harsh but it’s only because I don’t want to lose her.” He gnaws on his lower lip, sending a brief glance toward the hallway before continuing. “I am afraid of losing her. I am afraid that if we continued hunting she’d get seriously hurt or… look at what happens to people around us, Dean. We’ve lost so many people. I couldn’t handle that… not with her.” He hesitates, wondering if he should tell his brother of his revelation. “I want to ask her to marry me.”
“You, say what now?” Dean questions, blood freezing as he feels his throat go dry.
“I want to marry her.” Sam confesses with a vulnerable expression before he leans forward and mumbles. “I’ve always loved her, since we were kids, but I never thought she’d feel the same way about me. I was happy being friends with her just to have her in my life but now, this last year, I’ve had something that I’ve never had. A normal life; and now that I’ve shared that with her, there’s nothing in this life that I want more than to spend the rest of it with her. Hunting or not hunting.”
“Listen, Sammy, we don’t have the luxury of having relationships like that.” Dean murmurs, he’s uncertain whether he’s saying it to be selfish, because he wants you to himself, or whether he truly believes it. The Winchesters are cursed in love. “This business is dangerous.”
“I know that, Dean.” Sam huffs, he’s offended by the insinuation that he’s not aware of the dangers of the lifestyle. It’s part of the reason he never wanted to be a hunter; you can’t have a normal life, a family, while living on the road with stolen credit cards, cheap motels and gas station food. “But Y/N grew up in the ‘life’ too. If anyone can understand that it’s her. Bobby gave us as normal of a life as he could, he did the same for her, maybe we could do the same.”
“This is a dangerous game, Sam.” Dean warns, heart hammering against his ribcage as he stands and begins to pace with the burner in his palm. “Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane.”
“Don’t quote Shawshank Redemption to me, Dean.” Sam sighs, sending an incredulous look at his brother before voicing his concern. “You think it’s a bad idea.”
“Hell yeah, I do.” Dean agrees, halting near the fireplace before meeting his brother’s hazel eyes and feeling a sense of guilt swell in his chest. “Look, just think it through, okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll think it through.” Sam agrees, feeling an odd sense of tension in the atmosphere before he gestures to the burner in Dean’s hand to change the subject. Dean plays the voicemails, all from Kevin, before there’s another argument about how Kevin was their responsibility.
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White picket fence.
Wincest x reader
Sam alpha
Dean alpha/omega
Reader omega
Warnings: Incest, AOB, scenting, nesting, harassment, poly couple
NO HATE PLEASE, DONT LIKE IT DONT READ
Finding the bunker was the next best thing, a place to go back too, a bed of your own. Well this bed was a little dusty and old, not really comfortable either.
“Hey” you glanced to Dean who had knocked on your door.
“What’s up?” You asked.
“Wanna go shopping?” He grinned and you frowned suspiciously but nodded and followed him.
“Sammy!” He yelled finding him at the table reading.
“We’re heading out” he said and Sam frowned and you shrugged.
“Um, ok” Sam just nodded and you went to him. You leant down and Sam smiled a bit giving you a soft kiss.
“Be safe” he said and you nodded going to Dean who grinned.
“Bye” he said to Sam before leaving.
“Where are we going? Please tell me where not buying an arsenal” you groaned.
“Nope” he had this grin that wouldn’t leave, he was up to something.
“Dean” you huffed.
“Furniture shopping!” He said and you raised an eyebrow at him.
“Oh come your beds crusty man” he icked and you made a ‘fair’ face.
“Besides the place could use some décor” he smiled.
“Whatever you say” you said.
Dean rented a trailer first before heading to whatever furniture store was close.
“How are we paying for this?” You whispered to him.
“Credit cards” he smirked perking up as he saw the bedding.
“Oh boy” you muttered.
“This one?” Dean laid down sighing contently as you laid by him.
“Oh yeah” you hummed closing your eyes.
“Do you two need assistance?” You jumped hearing the sales woman.
“Yes” Dean grinned and stood as did you.
“We would like three of these in a queen” he smirked at you and you rolled your eyes.
“Alright then, did you want to keep browsing? Bed frames or anything?” She asked smiling.
“Also yes” Dean nodded already having his eyes on something.
“And he’s gone” you said.
“New house?” The sales woman asked.
“Yeah” you chuckled, if that’s what you want to call a secret underground bunker.
“He seems overly happy doing this” she commented.
“Yeah I don’t know” you shrugged. He waved you over and you excused yourself.
“So there’s black, white and oak in this, it’s simple, cheap and nice” he said.
“One of each colour?” You asked.
“I’ll have white, Sammy will have black and you can have oak” you said.
“Read my mind” he said and you smiled. You wandered off while Dean talked to the sales woman. You looked at appliances, a new microwave wouldn’t hurt.
“New house?” You frowned at the words. You glanced to the alpha who gave a smile.
“Oh yeah” you nodded awkwardly going back to checking prices.
“Yeah me too, thought it was time to set up you know?” He stepped closer, a little too close.
“Yeah it’s nice” you shrugged stepping away.
“Are you in your own?” He asked and before you were about to back away and speak you ran into someone. You gulped a bit knowing Deans figure and scent.
“No she’s not” Dean said, scent defensive and sour. The other alpha held his hands up and left and you sighed sagging a bit against him.
“Ok?” He asked and you nodded not used to people talking to you like that. He rubbed your arms in comfort before you turned around, taking a small step back.
“Is it all paid for?” You asked and he nodded smile returning. You helped him the best you could with lifting everything into the trailer.
“Is it gonna fit through the door?” You called from the other side of the trailer.
“Yeah it’ll fit” Dean said throwing you some rope.
After tying it down you headed back to the bunker. Dean parked by the entrance and you got out.
“I’ll get Sam” you said and Dean nodded getting out. You opened the doors and walked down to get Sam who was still reading.
“Hey” you called.
“Hey, got everything?” He asked and you nodded.
“Gonna need your help and he frowned but nodded following you.
“What’s this?” He asked you.
“Furniture!” Dean said happily.
“Huh?” Sam said confused and Dean rolled his eyes.
“For our rooms dumbass” Dean huffed.
“No I get that I just” you hit his stomach lightly and he stopped.
“Just help me carry it” Dean said.
After everything was inside you all collapsed on the couch.
“I don’t wanna do that again” Dean commented.
“I second that” you said hearing Sam chuckled.
“Oh we got you black hope that’s ok” Dean said to Sam.
“Sure” Sam nodded.
“I don’t wanna ruin your nesting, I just thought we’d be in one room is all” Sam said and you smiled to yourself.
“We can share beds, that’s why I got the big beds” Dean grinned.
“Besides princess here likes her own room” he pointed to you.
“Only cause I move a-lot” you huffed.
“And we’ve said we don’t mind” Dean said Sam agreeing.
“Also Sam snores, I need some sleep sometimes” Dean teased and Sam hit him making him chuckle.
“Sometimes we argue” Dean said quietly and you nodded.
“But, I think it’s good to have our own rooms, still enough room for fun times” Dean winked making you roll your eyes.
“Do you ever not think with your dick?” You asked.
“Only when I’m not around you” he grinned and you fake gagged.
“Oh come on princess” he smirked.
“You love it” he added.
“Do I?” You dragged out.
“My mark says so” he pointed to your neck, a cocky look on his face.
“His mark says so too” he added and you flushed. You lifted your hands to cover the marks on your neck, one either side, right for Dean and left for Sam. Sam had the same for Dean and you on the left. Dean had you on the right and Sam on the left. People often gave weird looks at the two bite marks either side of your necks, but never said anything, to scared too. Dean was very protective and proud of his marks and would bite someone’s head off if they bagged them.
Setting up your rooms was slow, you laid the new mattresses out on the floor near the lounge next to each other like one big bed. Dean often ended up on either Sam’s or yours bed. It was nice to do these things though, putting together the furniture with beers and laughs when Dean didn’t understand the instructions. Day by day the rooms slowly looked like normal people rooms. It was strange being able to call this your room. Dean loved it, he loved his bed and the idea of his own room, never actually had one before. Sam was a little reluctant to stay in his room, he preferred to sleep with either you or Dean his alpha ness kicking in. All three of you was usually a tight fit but with the bigger beds it was better, but not really. You slept well when you were with either one of them, but you moved a lot, you usually tossed and turned, needed a soft blanket and about a million pillows before you’d fall asleep. Despite them both saying the didn’t care you sometimes needed your own bed and space. First few nights was weird, it was nice but weird having your own room. Sam didn’t sleep in his room, no the alpha was determined to have his scent on yours and Deans bed before he was satisfied and finally tried his room. Course when he did you’d woken up in the middle of the night from a nightmare and walked to Sam’s room wrapped in a blanket. He had smiled and lifted his quilt so you could come under. He wasn’t asleep in the first place but he relaxed when he tugged you to him. By three a clock you think Dean rolled in. He was groggy, grumpy for whatever reason he mumbled. He climbed into Sam’s bed and cuddled up to you grumbling something before he fell asleep again. When morning came you smiled tucking yourself more against Sam in content. Dean mumbled in his sleep, clutching you tighter which made you smile again. Sam had chuckled quietly at Deans noise and pressed a kiss to your head whispering a soft good morning. You hummed lifting your head to look at him. His hair was out of whack and you chuckled only to hear Dean grunt in annoyance.
“Can’t we sleep in one time” he said and you laughed quietly with Sam.
“Our body’s have clocks Dean” Sam said.
“Screw my clock” he said as you rolled over to face him. He smiled then, opening his eyes.
“Morning” he grinned and you huffed before kissing him.
“Mm definitely good morning” he added and Sam laughed.
“Who wants pancakes?” He grinned and you nodded laughing. This was your white picket fence.
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The Lion's Den - Part 9
Characters: Dean x F!Reader x Sam, Crowley
Warnings: SMUT, Rope Bondage, Threesome, BDSM, Sir Kink, Spitroasting, Double Penetration, Oral Sex, Fluff
KINK: ROPE BUNNY (@anyfandomkinkbingo)
WC: 4170
A/N: Took a million years to work on this series. Feel like I'm crawling across the finish line with this one. Perfectionism hit hard and at some point, you just have to sit and write and let it go. But I feel I'm finally happy with it and happy to wrap it all up. Anywho…on to the BIG FINISH!
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Part 8
Y/N woke up, groaning when she found the other side of the bed empty. She sat up against the headboard, wiping the sleep from her eyes. It had been a few weeks since Crowley presented her with his proposal and just a week since the paperwork had been signed and finalized. In that time, she spent most of her nights staying over at Crowley's lavish penthouse.
She had given notice at her company but had a gap until the Partnership would take effect. So she found herself with an abundance of time and nothing to do. A vacation - or staycation, as Crowley put it - wasn't something she'd ever really had. If she wasn't working, she filled her time with things to help forward her career path.
Truth be told, she hated it. She was bored out of her mind and her restlessness was creating an itch under her skin. Crowley had even made a passing joke about it, having free time making her grumpy.
On top of it all, Crowley was busy with business which kept him away most of the time. She didn't blame him, rather she was lousy with jealousy. She missed being busy.
Her phone chimed on the nightstand and she practically dove for it, almost hoping it was something business-related. It was a message from Crowley, but it still made her smile. She couldn't wrap her head around this giddy little girl feeling she got when it came to him. She wanted to be disgusted at herself, but the twitter-patted little girl wouldn't be deterred.
Meet me at the Den, I have a gift for you. XXX
Crowley. The Den. A gift? She practically hopped from the bed to the bathroom, getting herself ready for whatever Crowley had in store.
The Den was a welcome escape after the past few weeks. Crowley had spent as much time as he could with her since their first time together. She hadn't had the time, or occasion, to return but she was certainly glad to be back. It was a haven for her, a place where she could let go and relax, not have to think but only feel.
She was warmly greeted by each staff member as she passed, though quite a few were missing, she assumed with clients elsewhere. She was starting to feel more at home, less like a client and part of the family. She hoped to get to know all of Crowley's staff better over time, especially since she would be taking up VP of his enterprise. These were her people now, too.
As usual, Kevin found her before she had even seen him amongst the crowd. She followed him to Crowley's table, said man's eyes lighting up as she drew closer.
"My Love," he greeted, kissing the back of her hand and excusing Kevin. He ushered her into the booth, her favorite drink already waiting for her. "How have you been enjoying your alone time?"
"It is terrible that I can't wait to get back to work?" she huffed with a smirk.
He chuckled in understanding, "I know, Love. Just a few more days to finalize everything. I've already been compiling plenty that requires your attention."
Her eyes lit up, Crowley always knowing just the right things to say and do to please her immeasurably. He understood her and shared her passions, and it only made her more and more sure of their partnership.
"In celebration of the signing of our agreement, I have a gift for you. A sort of 'welcome to the family' if you will," he smiled warmly at her. "You've been so tense, so restless. So I've arranged for a very special treat for you, the very best, top dollar."
Taking her by the hand he led her to the familiar staircase. She hadn't walked the steps in quite a while, the familiarity of it all making her heart race in anticipation. The last time Crowley had a gift for her, she experienced Gabriel and the Sybian. It was an amazing, unforgettable experience and Crowley always seemed to know just what she needed, better than she did herself.
He led her down the hall of rooms but passed by each that she was familiar with, stopping at the very last at the end of the hall. He paused with his hand on the knob, smirking at her.
"Are you open-minded tonight, my Love?"
"Absolutely," she grinned, the nervousness and fear that she used to feel gone, replaced by eagerness and trust in those around her.
Crowley let the door swing wide, ushering her inside from behind with his hands on her hips. It was a large and ornate room, a huge poster bed dominating the middle of the room. It was a lot like his office, but a bedroom. There were various furniture pieces, a few hanging swings and other playthings.
But what took her breath away was the sight of both Sam and Dean standing by either post at the end of the bed, wearing only loose hanging pants, their torsos and feet bare. They both flashed her a mischievous smirk, licking and biting their lips in turn as they eyed her hungrily.
"As I said before," Crowley spoke into her ear, his hands wandering over her hips, "You've been so tense. There have been many changes in your life, many adjustments. You're wound so tight, My Love."
She hummed in agreement, her head lolling back on his shoulder as his hands and lips teased her, riling her up for what was to come.
"You need to be broken, ripped apart, so you can rise and move forward, leaving the ache and tension and worry behind you," he whispered as he kissed along her neck and shoulder, his hands still teasing over her hips and thighs. She rolled her hips back into his, her eyes on the other two men.
Sam was biting his lip, his eyes taking in every detail of her body, every way she responded to touch. Dean was watching with a predatory gaze, fidgeting with a bit of rope in his hands. It made her clench her thighs, all three men chuckling as they took notice.
"Are you willing to be their playmate, my Love?" She nodded emphatically, swooning at the thought. Crowley gently pushed her forward, Dean stepping up to take her into his arms, turning her so she now faced Crowley, her back to his chest.
"She may be your Mistress now," Crowley spoke to Sam and Dean. "But at the moment, she belongs to you." He smirked as he left the room, closing the door behind him.
"You hear that?" Sam asked as he walked to stand in front of her, his fingers under her chin to lift her gaze to his. "You belong to us."
"You want that?" Dean asked, rutting himself against her ass, kissing along her neck.
"Yes," she breathed out in desperation. She had loved her time with each of them. It was rough and different and fantastic. Having both beautiful brothers together, to use her however they saw fit, seemed like exactly what she needed.
Sam gripped her chin a little tighter, forcing her attention on him. "You will call me Sir," Sam corrected. "You may call him Dean."
"Yes, Sir," she nodded, her legs going weak as she was overwhelmingly aroused, Dean's grip tightening to hold her upright between the two large men.
"We discussed it and we have a plan," he continued. "We would like to tie you up, have you restrained and open for us. Would you like that?"
"Yes, Sir," she moaned as Dean began to strip off her clothes very slowly, hips lips trailing along her neck and shoulders as he did so. They had thought about this, with her. How long had Crowley been planning this? Or was this something they planned themselves? Either way, it amped her arousal up to new and unfamiliar levels.
"Also, I am in charge. Neither you nor Dean will do anything, including cum, without my permission. Understood?"
Fuck. She was gonna die from dehydration at the rate she was slicking up. She had to be dreaming, but the sudden pinch of her nipple by Dean let her know it was all very real.
"Y-yes, Sir," she responded, gasping as Dean's fingers slid between her folds.
"Fuck, Sam, she's so damn wet already."
"You really are so perfect," Sam praised, making her swoon once more. He grinned, loving her reactions. "Use your colors, okay?"
She nodded, gasping as Dean slid two fingers into her core, making her choke on her response to Sam.
"Dean," Sam took on a commanding tone, "Get the rope, help me dress her up for us."
Dean nodded and Sam guided Y/N back to the bed, letting her fall back onto its plush and inviting surface.
In a seemingly choreographed synchronicity, the brothers moved in tandem, securing rope and harness to bind her as they pleased. Their hands teased as they secured the various knots, their lips teasing over her skin, nipping and licking, making her squirm in desperation.
In a matter of minutes, they were complete, standing back to look over their handiwork. A sort of harness was fashioned around her torso, the rope outlining and lightly squeezing around her breasts. She was face down, ass up on the bed. Her arms were secured behind her back, her calves tied to her thighs, and her body posed in a hogtie, open and on display for the two gorgeous men.
"Fuck," Dean cursed, his voice laced thick with arousal. "Knew you'd look good in rope."
Y/N smirked, thinking back on her time with him when he had spoken those words to her. She squirmed, testing her binds, finding little to no give. She wasn't scared, knowing they would take good care of her and stop anytime she needed.
"Color, Y/N," Sam commanded.
"Green, Sir," she cooed. Her pussy clenched in anticipation, feeling how wet she was already as the cool air of the room hit her exposed folds.
With her ass in the air and her face smashed into the sheets, she could only hear as they shuffled around the room behind her, the sound of rustling clothing and shuffling feet letting her know they were getting ready for her. Her breathing picked up with excitement. The bed dipped as she lifted her gaze enough to see Sam settling at the head of the bed, knees bent and hard cock hanging between his legs, but just out of reach - not that she could reach out to him in her bound state. She moaned at the sight, her breath hitching as she felt Dean's hands grazing over her thighs and hips.
"We've been dying to get our hands on you again, you know that?" Sam asked as he languidly stroked his cock, her eyes glued, absentmindedly licking her lips, her mouth watering at the sight. Dean hummed in agreement from behind her. "So responsive, soft, wet…best damn pussy we've had in a long time. And that's saying something," he added with a smirk.
"Loved having you restrained and spread for me. Just like this," Dean spoke, his lips ghosting over the skin of her backside and thighs, teasing and working her up without even really doing anything.
"Mmmm," Sam hummed in agreement. "So many things I still want to do," Sam added ominously.
"Sam," Dean's voice croaked as he squeezed her flesh a little tighter. "Wanna taste her. Please?"
Something about Dean asking his brother's permission - begging to taste her - made her hot all over, an involuntary shiver running through her. Sam's long fingers tucked under her chin and lifted her gaze to meet his eyes.
"Wanna watch your face while Dean eats you out," he whispered, his filthy words igniting her further. "You should see how hungry he looks. Do you want him to taste you?"
"Yes," she responded breathily. Sam's tsk made her pout.
"Yes, what?" He corrected, pinching her chin a little more firmly. His commanding tone had her pussy clenching around nothing.
"Yes, Sir," she amended, purring under his approving hum.
"Go ahead, Dean," Sam encouraged with a nod. "Show her how good you are with that mouth of yours."
Dean responded with a desperate groan. A second later, she felt his tongue spear her open, licking against her eager walls. Dean's hands spread her cheeks wide, her dampened folds glistening in the light of the room. His noisy slurping, grunts, and groans had her breath stuttering, her hips attempted to grind back into him but she couldn't move.
Dean certainly knew how to use his mouth, bringing her to the quickest orgasm of her life, her moans and breath bouncing off Sam's face as he held her chin and gaze steady.
"Dean, stop," Sam's commanding voice spoke. Dean immediately stopped leaving Y/N bereft of his touch, her soaked folds catching the chill in the air. Her eyes met Sam's intense gaze and she knew she was in trouble. Her pussy clenched at the thought. "Do you know what you did wrong?" he asked, still holding her chin firmly in his grasp.
"I-" she worked her dry mouth, wiggling in her bindings. "-I came without permission."
"You did," he confirmed. "Now you'll be punished so you remember the rules," he smirked, releasing her chin.
She lay limp on the bed, her ass still in the air, as she watched Sam move from the bed. Dean slid into his place, leaning against the headboard and watching with a broad grin.
"I'm going to spank you," Sam spoke, his hand caressing her ass cheeks. "I want you to count."
"Yes, Sir."
She was wetter than she had ever been in her life. As his hand came down for the first smack, she yelped in surprise before moaning wantonly. With each smack she counted, her moans increased in volume. By the time he was done, her ass was red and sore, pulsing with heat, adding to her ever-growing need for more.
"So beautiful," Sam praised, leaning in to peck her lips. "Such a good girl for us."
"T-thank you, Sir."
Dean moved away, leaving her missing his touch immediately. Sam's chuckle had her turning her gaze to him once more.
"Dean's going to fuck you first," Sam explained, rising to his knees in front of her. "I want that mouth on me," he declared, stroking himself and licking his lips as he stared at her mouth.
The thought of being impaled between them, the two of them using her for their pleasure had her damn near cumming again. She was repositioned, now facing Sam where he stood at the end of the bed. She could feel Dean shifting behind her, getting into position. Her body clenched in anticipation over and over.
"Y-es!" she exclaimed, her voice broken as Dean suddenly thrust deep within her, holding still and squeezing her hips as she adjusted. Her mouth hung open and Sam took the opportunity to run his cock along her lips before slipping into her hot and wet mouth.
Using the rope that bound her for leverage, Dean pulled her back into his every thrust, letting him hit deeper and harder than she'd felt before. Sam fucked her mouth and throat, seeming to know when she needed air and when she could swallow him down. Though Sam was so big she was struggling to take more than half, but she was determined. Sam didn't seem to mind, using her mouth for his own pleasure, his intense eyes studying her every move, his ears tuned into her every sound. She relaxed a little, despite the tension building in her body and core, knowing they would take care of her. She had no reason to worry about anything except absolute pleasure.
"Fuck! So fucking good," Dean groaned, his hips slapping hard against her ass again and again. He was struggling to maintain control himself, his eyes glued to his cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy. She clenched particularly hard around him and he let out a drawn-out groan, his head rolling back on his shoulders.
Feeling herself growing close, she pulled back off of Sam, her mouth hung open as she tried to get herself to form words. "P-please," she whined, her breath broken by every hard thrust Dean gave, his own moans driving her further. She wasn't sure she could hold off her climax much longer. "Please. Sir," she gasped, looking up at Sam through her lashes as Dean continued to pound her ruthlessly from behind. "Please let me come."
"Dean, stop," Sam commanded, Dean immediately stopped his thrusts and pulled from within her core, leaving her to gasp out in disappointment and loss.
In a flash, she was flipped on her back with her legs spread and arms tucked behind and under her forcing her to arch her back, her breasts bound and exposed, perked up by the angle and the bindings. Dean positioned her head in his lap, cradling her face and smiling down at her. She turned her head, wanting to get her lips around his hard shaft that still glistened with her arousal.
"No," Sam rebuked, gently slapping her inner thigh for emphasis and turning her attention back to him. "You already got him so worked up," Sam teased the two of them. "He's got no control with you," Sam smirked, Dean uttering 'bitch' under his breath.
"But you do?" she breathlessly teased, smirking when Sam's gaze grew darker.
"He's always in control," Dean responded, leaning over her to catch her gaze again. She was distracted by Sam's hands roaming her thighs and avoiding her most intimate areas, but Dean held her gaze on him. "It's kind of annoying," he added, making her chuckle.
It amazed her how they could still be playful brothers with her bound and open and merely a plaything between them. It made the whole thing feel less sordid and more…fun. Like friends just having a good time, hanging out, fucking each other senseless.
"You ready for more?" Sam teased, lowering his head to kiss along her breastbone, his fingers still teasing over her skin, raising goosebumps.
"Yes, Sir," she crooned effortlessly, her eyes fluttering closed as his lips wrapped around a nipple.
"So beautiful," Dean praised, his hands gathering her breasts and pinching her nipples when Sam moved away.
Sam grabbed her hips, placing her ass on his thighs. Rubbing the head along her folds and bumping against her clit, he covered himself in her juices before entering her in one smooth and harsh thrust. She cried out at the sudden intrusion, not painful but surprising.
"Color," Sam demanded through clenched teeth, holding himself still and deep.
"G-Green," she cried out, trying to wiggle her hips for friction but having zero give between her bindings and the two glorious men.
Dean's eyes left hers to trail down her body, stopping where Sam penetrated her. She allowed her eyes to follow the same path, finding herself split wide open by his impressive girth. It made her gasp and Sam chuckled in response. Holding her hips tight in his large hands he pulled nearly all the way out before slamming himself back home again. Sam fucked her slow but deep and hard, watching her breasts bounce with every thrust.
"Damn, that's hot," Dean spoke, watching Sam thrust deep within her again and again, her body firm in his hold. "Love seeing women take that monster," he chuckled, looking down at Y/N in his lap, his gaze growing darker. "Never seen anyone take every last inch though."
She moaned as Sam adjusted and hit a spot within her that had her seeing stars. Dean sucked two of his fingers into his mouth, saturating them in his spit. With a wicked grin and his eyes locked on hers, he moved his hands to her folds, his fingers landing either side of her clit. He began to gently massage, testing her reaction as Sam increased his pace, lifting on his knees to spear her harder and deeper. Her hips held tight in his capable hands she squeezed her eyes shut tight against the onslaught of sensations coursing through her. Careering towards her climax at an alarming rate, her eyes popped open in urgency.
"Please! Sir, Dean…I'm gonna-"
Dean's hand disappeared and Sam stilled his hips. She whined and tried to wriggle against him but could barely move, her walls clenching against Sam's cock repeatedly. Four hands helped move her, sitting her upright in Sam's lap, still impaled on his thick cock. His hands cocooned her against him as he peppered her neck and chest with kisses, silently urging her to calm down.
"Not yet," Sam whispered, wiping the sweaty strands of hair from her brow. "Dean and I are gonna fuck you together now," he spoke, Dean's hands reappearing as he teased at her back entrance.
Before he could ask, her eyes were rolling back in her head as she groaned, "Green."
The brothers chuckled as Sam returned to his calming ministrations, gently rocking himself into her. Dean's fingers returned, now with what felt like lube, as he breached her rear entrance, prepping her to take them both. She wiggled in Sam's lap, growing impatient and desperate to cum but held off by the capable, infuriating, and incredibly sexy men.
"Please," she begged as she tried to squirm again. "I'm ready. Want you both."
She went still as Dean worked himself inside her. She felt stretched to her limits, every nerve ending on fire as they were both finally settled within her.
"You okay?"
"Yes Sir, Dean," she moaned, her eyes opening to lock onto Sam's.
With the same synchronicity they showed while tying her in rope, they moved in tandem, fucking her deep and fast, her body held tight between them as they worked to bring them all to an end.
"Fuck, you're so hot," Sam groaned. "Didn't get to see your face when you came for me last time," he continued, glancing down at where he fucked into her and biting his lip, meeting her eyes again. "Dying to see you come undone for me."
She was absolutely floored at their stamina. No wonder they were the most requested of all the males on offer at the Den.
"She's fucking stunning," Dean growled from behind her, his hips picking up pace, cock throbbing with his impending release. "Her eyes roll back, her skin gets flushed, her whole body tenses, and she makes this high-pitched keening sound like she's just winding up too far until she snaps."
"Fuck," Sam groaned. "That sound!"
They both fucked her harder, chasing her release more than their own. She was surprised that their talking about her in such a way only wound her up more. She clenched hard, feeling herself climbing to that crescendo much as Dean described.
"There it is," Sam and Dean spoke in unison as Y/N's voice began to hitch higher and higher, her muscles tight in anticipation of her release.
"Not gonna last," Dean huffed, his cock throbbing and twitching hard with every brutal thrust.
"Fuck, me either," Sam's eyes rolled back as he thrust harder. "Go on then," Sam commanded. "Cum."
As if waiting for the words, Y/N and Dean came together. Dean ground hard into her as she shook in their arms, a scream tearing from her throat. Sam growled as he came, her squirting and quivering pussy too much and too good for him to hold out any longer. Her body was spent, her energy drained with the most powerful orgasm she'd ever felt. She was only vaguely aware as they pulled from within her and laid her back on the bed.
Eyes closed, catching her breath, Y/N could only hear and feel as they worked to remove the rope from her body. They gently straightened out her limbs, massaging the aching muscles. A sweet smell reached her and she felt the coolness of the balm as they soothed her sore and well-fucked body.
"You were so good, Sweetheart," she heard Dean's voice, his breath fanning over her neck. Her eyes fluttered open and she was met with stunning green, an amused smile on his lips. "How're you doin'?"
"Floating," she managed, feeling the dopey grin that spread on her face.
They continued to massage and soothe her, cleaning up her body, sitting her up to drink water, and praising her repeatedly. God, the aftercare alone was worth the cost. Sitting back against the headboard she let her eyes roam over the brothers, both laid out along the ends of the bed, admiring her right back.
"Thank you," Dean spoke, lifting her hand and kissing the back of it. "For being our playmate."
She grinned and turned to Sam when he took her hand, kissing it the same. "And welcome to our little family," he grinned with a glint in his eyes, "Mistress."
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Hello, do you know of any good Dean x reader x Sam love triangles filled with a lot of angst and just keeps breaking your heart 😅
Thank you!
Well, a quick look at my Dean x reader x Sam tag brings up some promising fics! I'll list a couple here, and you can peruse the rest at your leisure. (Why are so many of these A/B?O)
Tattered by @stusbunker - A/B/O, kinda canon-compliant, FULL OF ANGST but with a happy ending!
Her Saviors by @bamby0304 - A/B/O, canon-compliant, FULL OF ANGST, and still in process. Kind of a series rewrite fic.
The Best Laid Plans by @crashdevlin - I'm not sure if this is exactly what you're looking for. A/B/O, kinda canon-compliant, OMG SO MUCH ANGST, and also includes a de-aged John! In this one, Dean and Sam don't share the reader like in the others, and there are a lot of triggering scenes (dubcon and noncon) involving our main characters. This one isn't listed under my Dean x Reader x Sam tag since they never share her.
Looking at my own masterlist because I love having both brothers and not having to choose:
Cracker Jack Prize - My first-ever piece of fiction. I gave her a name, but she's really just a reader insert. So Mary Sue. Everyone loves her. She's got powers. It's formatted stupidly on AO3. Someday I might try and fix that.
Third Wheel - I challenged myself to write the smuttiest smut I could write and this was what happened. Reader grew up with the Campbells, starts off with Soulless Sam, adds Dean later, there's some angst when Sam gets his soul back, but there's a happy ending. Cuz I'm a sucker for a happy ending.
I'd Be Better - I saw a gifset and it gave me angsty feels.
Leave Unsaid Unspoken - This has Jo instead of a reader character, but HOLY ANGST, BATMAN. Trigger warning in tags.
Maybe somebody else has more recs?
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Masterlist of IAU ✔️
A spn x tvd crossover with scarlet witch reader
Chapter 1 // chapter 2 // chapter 3 // chapter 4 // chapter 5 // chapter 6 // chapter 7 // chapter 8 // chapter 9 // chapter 10 // chapter 11 // chapter 12 // chapter 13 // chapter 14 // chapter 15 // chapter 16 // chapter 17 // chapter 18 // chapter 19 // chapter 20 // chapter 21 // chapter 22 // chapter 23 // chapter 24 // chapter 25
#castiel#elijah mikealson x reader#dean winchester x reader#klaus mikealson x reader#kol milkealson x reader#sam winchester x reader#supernatural x reader#tvd x reader#wandavison au#caroline forbes#elena gilbert#harry edward styles#harry x reader#harry styles x reader#scarlet witch au#wanda reader#marvel#tvd#stefan salavatore x reader#damonsalvarote x reader#sam and dean#sam x reader x dean#klaus mikaleson imagine#elijah mikealson one shot#elijah mikealson imagine#kol mikaelson imagine
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Bonds Unveiled
Supernatural FanFic : 9,889 Words : Series: Reader-Insert
Chapter 23: A Day of Truths
This Work is part of an overarching story that can be read as a one-shot with little overlapping information from other chapters.
⬅ Chapter 22: Bonds Forged 💜 Bonus Chapter 4: Bonding ➡
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Sam, Dean, and Y/N are all affected by a witch's hex that gives them each an ability corresponding to that of a sister of the witch from the past. All while they navigate the new boundaries of their relationship, AND stop Y/N from becoming a demon.
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A month had passed since the trio of hunters officially began their unique relationship, a secret they intended to keep amongst themselves. Much of their day-to-day life remained unchanged in terms of work, but when they had their precious downtime, everything was different.
Small but profound gestures of affection became part of their daily existence. Hands were held, kisses were shared, and gazes lingered just a little longer. Despite the chaos of their world, it felt like a haven when they were together.
Sam's approach to affection was unabashedly public. He didn't hesitate to sit a little closer to Y/N or wrap his arm around her shoulders whenever they could. It was his way of proclaiming their connection to the world.
Dean, on the other hand, was more subtle in public. He expressed his love in understated ways – a hand on Y/N's knee beneath the table, ensuring her food was perfect when ordered, and gallantly opening doors for her.
Y/N reciprocated their love in equal measure – a gentle kiss on Dean's cheek at a diner despite knowing he would brush it off, a deliberate brush against Sam's hand when they posed as FBI agents, and the way she always made sure they enjoyed the show when she knew they were watching.
Over time, their day-to-day life with two boyfriends became the new normal. It didn't take long for this unconventional relationship to become their standard, a world where love and affection coexisted with their demon-hunting duties.
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"Ne videas malum, ne audias malum, ne loquatur malum;
"See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil,
In imis umbra haec vera detego.
In the shadow's depths, these truths I reveal.
Vera loquetur, secreta soluto;
One shall speak the truth, secrets to unbind,
dum ceteri mystice, penitus innexa.”
While the others in mystery, deeply entwined."
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The witch the trio had been chasing chanted a series of Latin words, her sinister grin growing wider as Dean finally managed to kick down the door that blocked their path. Sam, Dean, and Y/N stormed into the room, determination etched across their faces. Their mission was clear: to stop the witch who had manipulated people into taking their own lives.
But it was too late to thwart her final move. With a wicked grin, the witch threw her last ingredient into the metal basin before her. A shockwave erupted from the basin, sending them hurtling back into the walls, bookshelves, and tables.
Amidst the chaos, as the room erupted into a whirlwind of crashing bodies and shattered furniture, the witch seized the opportunity to make her escape out the window. Dean, Sam, and Y/N were sent flying in different directions, their bodies colliding with violence that matched the storm raging around them.
Dean was the first to regain his footing, his determination unwavering. He hurled himself towards the window where the witch was attempting her getaway.
“No, you don't!” Dean yelled as he followed her.
“DEAN!” Sam's voice followed him, an urgent plea stemming from concern. He remembered all too well that they were on the second floor. But Dean's chase was relentless, ignoring the dangers that awaited outside.
Then, Y/N's voice pierced the frantic air, filled with confidence and determination.
“I've got him!” With the agility of her Kitsune nature, Y/N raised herself from the ground and, with a graceful bound, followed Dean out the window. Her landing was silent and graceful, a testament to her supernatural grace. She swiftly surveyed her surroundings, scanning for any sign of Dean or the escaping witch.
It was the unmistakable report of a gunshot that split the air, followed by a blood-curdling scream, that directed Y/N to the side of the house. There, she found Dean, standing resolute with his pistol in hand, while the witch lay lifeless at his feet.
Y/N's voice, filled with concern, rang out as she approached Dean, her footsteps halting as she slid to a stop by his side, positioning herself protectively in front of him. Her eyes scanned him for any signs of injury as she urgently inquired, “Are you alright?”
Dean, ever the stoic hunter, responded with a casual shrug, his breath still heavy from the chase. “Yeah, of course. She's just a witch.”
“Dean, you jumped out of a second-story window!” Y/N, incredulous and amazed, gazed at Dean, her eyes reflecting her astonishment.
“Oh, that. Yeah, I might have landed wrong, actually.” Dean's nonchalant attitude persisted as he waved off the daring stunt. With a subtle shift of his weight and a hand pressed to his hip, Dean downplayed his daring feat.
Meanwhile, Sam rounded the corner at a sprint, his concern evident as he slowed upon seeing the witch sprawled lifeless on the ground. His eyes darted rapidly between Dean, Y/N, and the vanquished witch as he inquired, ”You guys alright”
Sam's gaze held a mix of relief and inquiry, aware that in the life they led, even the smallest skirmish could turn into a fight for survival.
“He landed wrong.” Y/N, with an exasperated eye-roll directed at Dean, turned her attention to Sam, her voice carrying a hint of mock disapproval. Her tone dripped with sarcasm, making it clear she was not thrilled with Dean's impulsive decision to leap from the second-story window.
“What?” Sam's face contorted in confusion as he gazed at Dean, perplexed by this cryptic exchange. He had no clue what was transpiring.
Dean, realizing the conversation was going off course, tried to redirect their focus to the task at hand. Listen let’s just move the witch's body inside the house for tonight, and we’ll come back in the morning to deal with all this.”
Sam's skepticism was evident as he glanced at Dean, wondering if his brother was avoiding a topic, but agreed. He then shifted his attention to Y/N, who seemed lost in her own world.
Concerned, Sam called her name, gently placing a hand on her shoulder to snap her back to reality. He asked if she was alright. Y/N appeared momentarily disoriented, confusion clouding her features as she slowly comprehended Sam's question. She instinctively reached up to rub her temple, “Sorry.. I umm..” She couldn’t really get the words out.
“Hey you’re fine, how about you go sit in the car while we finish up here, alright?” Sam continued to rub soothing circles on her back. Y/N agreed with a nod and headed for the Impala.
Once she was out of earshot, Dean approached Sam, a furrow in his brow, “Everything alright?”
Sam's shoulders lifted in a shrug, his expression mirroring the uncertainty he felt, “Something just seems off about her.”
Dean gave Sam a reassuring pat on the back as he passed by, his voice carrying a sense of understanding and fatigue.
Dean: It's been a long night, Sammy. She might just be hungry. We'll swing by and get some food on the way back. So help me with this.
Sam, eager to wrap up the night's events, nodded in agreement and crouched down to lift the witch's legs, ready to assist Dean in moving the lifeless body.
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Dean, Y/N, and Sam had found their way to a local bar and grill, with Dean's choice winning out thanks to a previous bet with Sam during the ride. As they settled at a table, Y/N and Sam taking their seats, Dean insisted on taking charge of their drink orders and placing their food orders.
Y/N observed Dean closely, her eyes narrowed with curiosity. She couldn't fathom why he still engaged in these little charades. Did he not realize she could see him?
Sam, leaning casually against Y/N and with an arm draped over the back of her chair, was engrossed in his laptop. His thumb gently stroked her shoulder as he whispered, more to himself than to Y/N, "I swear I've heard that spell before, like a nursery rhyme or something." When Y/N didn't respond, Sam looked up and followed her gaze to Dean, who was busy flirting with the bartender.
Fully aware of Y/N's growing irritation, Sam straightened up in his chair, trying to find the right words. Y/N's restrained anger seeped through her as she asked, "Is he stupid?"
Sam, mentally agreeing with her sentiment, cleared his throat and tried to ease the situation, saying, "Don't let it get to you. You know Dean, he's just being... Dean."
Dean, turning from the bar with three drinks in hand, approached them with a grin. Oblivious to the daggers Y/N's eyes were sending his way. Y/N rolled her eyes, her frustration palpable, and rose from her seat as she said, "Yeah, well, Dean is only 'Dean' when there are other pretty girls around. I'm going to the bathroom."
She gave Sam a kiss on the cheek and headed for the bathroom, pointedly ignoring Dean as she left the table. Sam watched her depart with a pained expression, knowing he'd have to navigate the tension between his brother and the woman he cared about.
Dean noticed the frosty reception he received from Y/N as they passed by each other. Dean set the drinks down on the table, and Sam couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at his brother's ceaselessness. Dean, ever the charmer, leaned toward Sam and asked, "What's with her?"
Sam gave Dean a skeptical look before he countered, "Dude, really?"
Dean appeared genuinely puzzled. "What?"
Sam rolled his eyes and gestured toward the bar, saying, "When are you going to stop fooling around? You have a girlfriend now, you know. You think she likes watching you flirt with every girl who crosses our path?"
Sinking into his chair, Dean tried to defend himself. "It's not like I got her number or anything; I was just being nice."
But Sam knew his brother's habits and remained unconvinced. He said, "Dean, stop. You agreed to this, so get serious; otherwise, say the word, and you'll be off the hook. But stop messing around; you may not see what it does to her, but I do."
Dean took a deep swig from his beer, placed the bottle back on the table, and nodded. "Fine. You're right."
Sam was relieved to hear Dean acknowledge the issue, but then his brother made a surprising confession. Dean said, "Just for the record, she did offer me her number, but I didn't take it, alright."
Sam, despite his earlier frustration with Dean's behavior, raised an eyebrow in surprise and confusion. "Really? YOU turned HER down?"
Dean nodded and elaborated, "Something weird about her. Like what she was saying wasn't matching the vibe she was giving off. It was creepy, man."
In that instant, Sam was once again disappointed in his brother.
Y/N returned to the table, taking her seat between Sam and Dean. With a wistful expression, Dean couldn't help himself but reach out and rest his hand on her knee, a comforting habit that always made her smile. Her initial anger was starting to ebb, although she knew Dean needed to understand that he couldn't keep flirting with every woman he encountered. In an attempt to break the tension, she glanced at Sam's laptop and asked, "Find anything?"
Sam, acknowledging her attempt to move on, raised his eyebrows and continued scrolling through web searches.
Suddenly, an unexpected interruption occurred as a tall, lanky guy approached their table. He slid himself between Y/N and Dean, causing Dean to withdraw his hand quickly. The man faced Y/N and leaned against the table, a slow, seductive tone in his voice as he purred, "Hey there..."
What Dean heard was; “It must be my lucky night.”
Dean looked up at the man as though he were about to stomp his knee in.
Y/N's stern voice was swift in defusing the situation. She didn't even look at the man as she said, "Boyfriend A, Boyfriend B. So, Fuck off." She pointed to Sam as A and Dean as B without a hint of hesitation.
Dean was somewhat taken aback by his assigned position, but before he could voice his objection, Y/N simply stated, "You know what you did," and took a drink of her beer.
The man chuckled and leaned in closer, growling suggestively, "Two boyfriends, huh? Got room for one more, sweet cheeks?"
What Dean heard was: “Fuck these losers. I’ll pound that-”
“Hey!” Dean angrily cut the man off before her could finish, though his outburst earned him an odd glance from the man.
Sam's irritation flared, and it appeared as though he was about to take matters into his own hands, but Y/N finally turned to the guy, her expression deadly serious, and asked, “Why the fuck would I give you even a second thought after you just got done fucking the bartender in the bathroom?”
The man's face dropped in disbelief, and he promptly stood up.
Y/N looked the man up and down before offering, “I suggest you get tested by the way.”
With that, the man retreated in humiliation. Y/N watched him intently as he left, her point well made. She took another swig of her beer, a satisfied smirk on her lips.
Dean, trying to hide his curiosity and surprise, asked, "How did you know all that?"
Y/N turned to Dean and replied without missing a beat, "I could smell it."
Dean's eyebrows raised in disbelief and confusion. He clarified, "You mean you can smell when we've... um, you know, done it?"
Y/N nodded and responded matter-of-factly, "Yeah. Even if you shower, the pheromones are still strong."
Sam couldn't help but laugh at Dean's realization, and the tension at the table seemed to ease, albeit slightly.
As though God himself were testing Y/N, the bartender arrived with their food, wearing a charming smile and using an alluring voice as she took her time bending over more than necessary to plate their meals.
Her flirtatious comments were aimed at Dean as she said, “Hey there, guess this is your brother, huh?”
What Dean heard was: “Damn, he’s huge. Bet I could take it.”
She went even further, reaching across the table to Y/N, causing Sam and Dean to avert their eyes as Y/N locked a steely gaze onto the woman. The trio knew exactly what the bartender was trying to do.
Just as she was about to depart, she ran her hand provocatively over Dean's shoulder and said, 'Call me if you need anything.' Sam's face twisted into a disgusted expression, while Dean appeared deep in thought, attempting to decipher the bartender's intentions.
What Dean heard was: “That bitch will regret it if she keeps staring me down.”
Y/N had had enough of these advances. She abruptly stood from her seat and called out, “Hey, Blondie!” The bartender turned around just in time to see Y/N settle herself comfortably in Sam's lap, one leg casually crossed over the other. Sam's hand naturally found its place on her hips as Y/N leaned in, gently tugging Dean forward for a full kiss on the lips.
Breaking the kiss, Y/N eyed the bartender with a mischievous glint in her eyes and said, “We're gonna need some to-go boxes.”
Dean and Sam were left in a state of shock, taken aback by the power play they had just witnessed. It reminded them of the night with the vampires and the werewolves. Y/N could feel Sam shifting beneath her, and Dean seemed lost in a trance, making a mental note of the whole situation.
Y/N couldn't resist a satisfied smirk as she added, “Pack the food up, alright? I'll be waiting in the Impala.” Her authority was undeniable as she confidently strolled away, leaving a bewildered bartender in her wake. Sam and Dean exchanged glances before they settled on watching Y/N walk away as she always did when she knew they were watching.
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The door to their motel room creaked open, and Y/N walked in, bearing a bag of food. Sam and Dean followed her, their voices raised in a bickering match over something trivial. Dean, closing the door behind him, quipped, "Man, I don't know what to tell you. Just get better, I won again, and you have to accept that. Y/N, will you please tell him to stop being a baby about it?"
Y/N, who had already settled herself at the table with her computer open, replied with an air of nonchalance, "Sam if you worked half as much as you whine, we might be done with this job by now. Sam, will you please tell him to stop being a baby about it."
Both Sam and Dean were taken aback, their expressions mirroring shock. Sam, feeling offended by her words, called out, "Hey!"
Dean, on the other hand, remained silent, simply staring at Y/N in disbelief.
However, Y/N herself seemed equally surprised by what she had just said. She stammered a mixture of bewilderment and flustered in her voice, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that... I mean I did, but not that harsh."
Her eyes widened as she grew increasingly flustered, and she continued, "Jesus, Y/N, shut up!"
Sam, still a bit hurt, inquired, "Hey, what's up with you? You've been kind of off since..."
Y/N finished his sentence, "Since the witch disappeared? Have either of you two felt different?"
Dean and Sam paused to think. Eventually, Sam shook his head and said, "No."
What Dean heard was: “Could the shifting I was seeing be part of this?”
Dean looked at Sam, his brows furrowing in confusion, and he asked, "What shifting?"
Sam and Y/N exchanged puzzled glances. Sam replied, "I didn't say anything about shifting."
Dean's glare intensified, and he insisted, "Yeah, you did. Just now. I heard you."
Y/N, looking equally baffled, chimed in as she focused on Dean, "Dean, Sam didn't say anything."
Dean was clearly disturbed, his expression a mix of fear and disbelief. He knew he heard Sam mention "shifting," but why weren't Sam and Y/N confirming it?
Concerned and wanting to understand what had happened, Y/N turned to Sam and inquired hastily, "Sam, what was that spell she was chanting? I think she did something."
For the next few hours, Sam and Y/N immersed themselves in research, Sam wracking his memory for the mysterious spell and both of them scouring books and online sources for information about its origin and purpose. Finally, they found what they were looking for.
Sam's eyes lit up with recognition, and he exclaimed, "That's it! I thought I recognized it."
Sam proceeded to explain, his tone thoughtful and earnest, "So, get this. We were hit with a spell that invokes the powers of three wise and virtuous sisters, each known for their unique and profound abilities. Amanita, Claritas, and Veritas, together they embodied the very essence of truth."
Y/N and Dean exchanged intrigued glances, their curiosity piqued by Sam's words.
Sam continued, his voice resonating with a sense of wonder, "Claritas, the Listener, was the eldest sister, known for her exceptional ability to hear the unspoken truths that whispered in the wind. Her ears were attuned to the nuances of words, silences, and the melodies of the heart. With her deep understanding of language and the unspoken, she could discern when words concealed hidden agendas or resonated with sincerity."
Dean's eyebrows raised as he absorbed the description of Amanita's abilities, while Y/N nodded thoughtfully.
Sam moved on, his voice taking on a measured tone, "Amanita, the Seer, was the second eldest of the sisters and was blessed with the gift of sight. Her eyes sparkled with otherworldly wisdom, allowing her to perceive the truth in every corner of the world. She saw beyond appearances, recognizing the genuine intentions of all she encountered. Her vision was said to pierce through veils of deception and reveal the core of reality."
Y/N's eyes lit up as she contemplated the implications of Claritas' abilities. Dean too looked intrigued.
Sam then spoke of the youngest sister, Veritas, with a sense of admiration, "Veritas, the Speaker, possessed the power to weave words of pure truth. Her voice carried the resonance of authenticity, and her speech was a force for good. She would only speak when she was certain of the honesty behind her words. Her voice had the power to unveil secrets, heal wounds, and unite those who listened with open hearts."
As the descriptions of the three sisters' powers settled in, Y/N and Dean exchanged meaningful glances. The gravity of their situation was evident, and the trio understood the magnitude of dealing with such profound and rare abilities.
Sam's gaze shifted between Y/N and Dean, his eyes filled with intrigue. "Okay, so Claritas, the Listener could hear unspoken truths, right? Well, that sounds like what Dean is experiencing."
Y/N nodded thoughtfully, her eyes locked on Dean.
"I have Amanita's abilities, the Seer. When I look at some people, their faces seem to slowly shift into something else, the last few have all been kind of gross.” Sam’s nose scrunched as he thought back to the bartender and creep from the bar.
Dean looked back to Sam with an annoyed expression, “So how do we undo it?”
Sam who’s attention was now back on his laptop screen shrugged, “Uh well the witch who cast the spell is dead so I think we just wait it out, maybe? But we can check out the house though when we head back in the morning if things haven’t changed.” Sam offered but really didn’t have a solid answer.
“Morning huh?” Dean’s gaze turned back to Y/N with a playful glint in his eyes, and said, "That leaves you with the Speaker, right? Veritas. So, you can't tell a lie, basically, right?"
Y/N's eyes narrowed in response to Dean's playful challenge, her voice holding a hint of defiance as she nodded, "That's right."
Dean's grin grew wider, mischief dancing in his eyes. "Alright, well, let's test it. Who's the better kisser, me or Sam?"
Sam let out an exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes as he warned Dean, "Dean, don't. Y/N, you don't have to answer that."
Dean, undeterred, leaned forward, his voice teasing, "Uh-huh, Sammy, that's not what you really want to say now, is it? You want to know the answer too."
Sam sent a withering glare at his brother but was left speechless. Before he could defend himself, Y/N blurted out her answer, "Sam. Sam is the better kisser."
Dean's victorious grin faded. "Well, I was just messing around, you know."
Sam couldn't help but smirk at Dean's reaction.
"But, well, you know, you both are so different, so comparing is really unfair," she stammered, her voice tinged with shyness. She hoped her diplomatic response would quell their curiosity.
However, Dean was unyielding, and his eyes sparkled with mischief, sensing victory. He leaned forward, his eyebrow raised in anticipation, and asked, "Alright then. Well, which one of us is better in bed?"
Sam wore a scowl of disapproval, while Dean's expression was laced with his signature cockiness. The room's tension grew, and it seemed they were on the brink of an answer. That's when Y/N, quick-witted and resourceful, turned to the table where the bag of food was, grabbed her burger, and took a huge bite. Her mouth full, she began to mumble something, but her words were entirely incomprehensible to the brothers.
Sam watched with a hint of amusement and surprise, appreciating Y/N's clever tactic. Dean, on the other hand, looked slightly defeated. He had been outsmarted once again by Y/N's unexpected response.
Once Y/N swallowed her food, she wiped her mouth and turned to Dean with a hint of amusement in her eyes. "I'll answer any question you have," she said, her tone firm, "but I'm not going to stand here and compare you two." Her words left no room for further discussion on that particular topic.
The atmosphere in the room grew tense as Y/N remained resolute in her choice to answer Dean's question. She stood her ground, her confidence a stark contrast to Dean's dripping arrogance.
Dean, a step closer to Y/N now, accepted her offer with a hint of smugness. "Fine," he retorted, his voice oozing with overconfidence as if he were about to outsmart her.
Sam, watching the unfolding showdown, shook his head in disbelief at the two of them acting like children.
Dean's question, "How old are you?" cut through the room like a blade. In that moment, the once-confident Y/N's demeanor began to crumble. Her shoulders slumped, and her usual fiery spirit seemed to dissipate. Sam, recognizing the shift, moved closer to the two of them.
Y/N's voice once filled with determination, now held a touch of vulnerability as she replied, "I don't know." Her unexpected answer caught Dean off guard, and he scoffed, momentarily forgetting that Y/N, bound by Veritas's power, couldn't lie.
Dean pressed on, his concern growing. "You don't know? How do you not know? You said you were four when your mother passed, right?"
Y/N's hand balled into a fist as her voice trembled, revealing her discomfort. "That was an estimate, really," she admitted, her gaze dropping to the floor.
Dean's earlier arrogance had transformed into guilt, “When is your birthday?”
Y/N continued to crumble under Dean's questions, “I don't know when my birthday is either. I was young when my mother died, and portions of the time I did spend with her were just gone. You know, all the head injuries from hunting over the years. So I just don't know."
Sam, seeing the impact of their questioning, decided to intervene. "Y/N, he didn’t mean to. If we would have known..."
Y/N nodded, offering a forced smile. "Yeah, I know. It's fine. Excuse me." With that, she swiftly grabbed her jacket and left the motel room. The door closed behind her, leaving Dean and Sam in a heavy silence, reflecting on the unexpected and sensitive exchange they had just experienced.
The tension in the room after Y/N's sudden departure was palpable. Sam sat there, his clenched fists and the fire in his eyes revealing his urge to punch Dean for his insensitive line of questioning. However, he managed to rein in his anger and instead, sank back into his chair, running his hands through his hair and leaning back as if to distance himself from the situation.
Dean, realizing the gravity of the situation and his blunder, let out a heavy sigh. He knew he had to make amends. He turned to Sam and began to apologize, his voice laced with remorse. "Look, Sammy, I'm sorry."
Sam, while appearing calmer, bore the weight of frustration and agitation in his voice as he replied, "Man, don't apologize to me."
Dean, his voice tinged with frustration and confusion, asked Sam for some understanding, "How the hell was I supposed to know she didn't know? I thought this whole time she was just embarrassed because she's older than us!"
Sam, now exasperated with Dean's lack of empathy, snapped, "How about you just DON'T ask!? Ever think of that? How about NOT taking advantage of the situation, huh?"
Dean seemed taken aback by Sam's reaction as he tried to explain himself, "Look, I don't see the big deal, right? So she has spent a few birthdays alone, so have we, and we're fine."
Sam's patience reached its limits as he stood up, speaking aggressively at his older brother, "DEAN! How can you be this dense, man? Just because something doesn't bother you doesn't mean the same for everyone else! Think about it, man. Kitsunes gain a tail for every 100 years they are alive OR by surviving a near-death experience. Y/N has three tails, one of which we know she got after she saved you. This means, as far as we know, she has possibly been alone and without a birthday for at least 200 years. You don't think she could be a little sensitive about it?"
The room fell into silence after Sam's outburst, the tension hanging in the air. Sam's heavy breathing spoke volumes about his frustration. Dean, on the other hand, seemed to be deep in thought, contemplating his brother's words.
Finally, Dean's face underwent a transformation, mixing elements of surprise and admiration. He acknowledged Sam's perspective, saying, "Well, you know, she's looking pretty good for someone in her third century."
Sam glared at Dean, warning him not to make light of the situation, and for a moment, it seemed like he really was about to physically confront his brother. But Dean then changed his tone, understanding the need to make amends, and said, "Okay, okay. I'm going." Dean reached for his jacket and headed for the door, leaving the room to find Y/N and mend the wounds his words had inflicted.
As the door closed behind Dean, Sam let out a sigh of relief, thinking that the tension might have finally dissipated. However, his moment of reprieve was short-lived. Dean burst back into the room, his deep burly voice loud and furious, “SAM!”
Startled, Sam immediately sprang to his feet, his expression shifting from relaxation to full alertness. He stammered out, "What? What?" His concern etched across his face, fearing that something terrible had occurred.
Dean, a wild mix of anger and concern written on his face, jarred his arm and pointed forcefully out the door. The combination of his frustration and his attempt to convey the problem made his voice growl, "She took my car!"
Sam stood frozen, momentarily unable to process Dean's words. His disbelief evident, he stuttered, "Wha-What?"
Dean, feeling exasperated and agitated, added emphasis to his complaint by raising both hands and rapidly pointing out the door in a theatrical manner. His anger dripped from his voice as he exclaimed, "Y/N took my car. Didn't even ask. I didn't even see her grab the keys!"
Sam finally found his words as he approached the door to confirm Dean's claim. He looked outside only to see the Impala missing from its spot. He could only muster a half-hearted apology as he said, "I'm sorry, man."
Dean, his irritation evident, turned to Sam, having heard his inner thoughts, and retorted, "Noo, you're not!" With that, he walked back into the motel room, Sam trailing behind him. Despite the situation, Sam had to stifle a laugh at Dean's dramatic response to having his beloved car taken by Y/N.
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The morning sun filtered through the curtains, stirring Y/N from her slumber. Sam's voice, so familiar and comforting, greeted her. He cheerfully mentioned, "Morning. Dean should be back any minute with breakfast."
Y/N rolled over in her bed, her eyes locking onto Sam as he fastened the last button on his plaid shirt and began rolling up his sleeves. She grunted, half awake, just as Dean strolled into the room. In one hand, he held a tray of coffees, and in the other, a white paper bag. Dean glanced at Y/N, who remained in bed, and couldn't resist his usual sarcastic remark, "You aren't out of bed yet?"
This time, Y/N growled softly as she reluctantly responded, "No." She sat up on her knees in bed, the comforter pooling around her waist. She rubbed her eyes and stretched, inadvertently causing the oversized nightshirt she was wearing to slip off her shoulder and down her arm.
As Dean unpacked the breakfast, he couldn't help but notice the severe bruising on Y/N's newly exposed skin. A furrow formed on his brow, and he seemed genuinely concerned. He set the tray down and walked over to Y/N. In a sarcastic tone, he asked, "Hey, Y/N. What happened to your shoulder?"
Confused by his comment, Y/N was about to ask him to clarify when Dean knelt beside her on the bed. Before she could react, Dean's hand gently brushed against her bruised skin, causing her to hiss and jerk away in pain. She inquired, "The hell?"
Dean pulled her shirt open a bit to further inspect the bruise, with worry etched across his features, and called out, "Sam!"
In an instant, Sam's head popped into the room from the bathroom, and Y/N was left anxious, asking, "Dean, how bad is it?"
Dean turned to face her, after making sure Sam was ready. Leaning forward with a determined expression, he said, "We're going to take your shirt off." Y/N nodded, agreeing to his suggestion, and attempted to raise her arms. However, the left side of her body was too painful to move. Dean carefully lifted the hem of her shirt, gingerly pulling it up to her arms and over her head. Y/N's bare back was now exposed to the brothers.
The bruise on her back was a gruesome sight. It was dark shades of black and purple, starting from her left shoulder and extending diagonally downward over her spine to her hip. The bruise seemed to spider out from the point of impact. Y/N sat there in silence, hugging her shirt to cover her chest. She could feel the intensity in the room, the brothers fighting to keep their anger and concern at bay. Their knuckles clenched and their eyes scanned every inch of her unclothed skin.
Finally, Dean asked, "What happened last night?"
Sam followed up, "Did you get into a fight?"
Dean chimed in again, "Did you run into the witch?"
And once more, Sam asked, "Why didn't you say something when you got in?" Their voices were filled with a mix of worry, anger, and curiosity, mirroring the storm of emotions inside them.
Bombarded with questions, Y/N turned to face both brothers, her expression a mix of confusion and surprise. She asked, "What are you talking about?" Her reaction prompted Sam and Dean to pause, considering that Y/N might be unaware of the bruising on her back.
Y/N, however, stood up from the bed and made her way to the bathroom. There, she could see her own reflection and assess the extent of the bruising. The baffled look on her face confirmed to the brothers that she was indeed unaware of the injuries. Dean then inquired, "So you didn't get into trouble last night?"
Y/N continued examining her own back, her tone soft as she explained, "I just drove to the gas station and sat there. I came back here and crawled into bed."
Turning back to face the room, Dean and Sam exchanged a puzzled glance. Dean remarked, "Well, something had to have happened."
As Y/N struggled to recall the events of last night, her memory started to piece together her nightmare, she would slowly put her shirt back on. Quietly, she walked into the main room and sat at the end of her and Sam's bed lost in her thoughts. She tried to remember if she had forgotten something crucial about the previous night.
Amid her contemplation, she gradually became aware of Sam calling her, drawing her attention back to the present. Her focus shifted from her thoughts to the person standing beside her. However, instead of seeing Sam, her eyes met Sano's. Startled, Y/N jumped and let out a screech. Her natural instincts kicked in, and she leaped backward onto the bed, her back hitting the headboard and wall with a hard thud. Y/N's gaze never wavered from the perceived threat as her heart raced, ready for action.
Amid her panic, she could hear Sam's voice emanating from Sano, asking, "Y/N!? What's wrong!?" On Dean's side, he stepped forward, trying to analyze the situation and understand why Y/N was looking at his brother in such terror. However, in Y/N's eyes, she saw Jason, and now both of her enemies were staring at her. Tension and fear filled the room as the unexpected confrontation unfolded.
Dean gazed at Y/N with a cautious expression, wariness in his movements. He questioned Sam, his voice tinged with uncertainty, "You think this is part of the hex?"
Sam's unwavering focus remained on Y/N as he explained, "No. I think she is hallucinating again."
As the brothers tried to calm Y/N down, Sam moved slowly, wary of setting her off again. In her mind, Y/N was fighting against the images that threatened to overwhelm her. She knew that what she was seeing wasn't real, but the emotions that came with the hallucinations were too intense to shake off. They were a constant reminder of the pain and fear she had endured in the past.
With Sam's gentle urging, Y/N finally started to come out of the trance, closing her eyes to concentrate. Her breathing slowed, and her heart rate returned to normal. The image of Jason and Sano faded as she focused on the present, aware of the familiar surroundings and the comfort the brothers brought.
Sam's voice was soothing as he stayed close to her, his hands resting on her shoulders. He whispered, "It's okay. You're safe."
Dean, on the other hand, was angry. “It’s happening again isn’t it?” He had seen the bruises on Y/N's back and knew that she was hurting. “The nightmares and hallucinations.”
Y/N took a deep breath and opened her eyes, her gaze shifting from Sam to Dean. She knew the brothers were there for her, and she appreciated their support. But now, with Dean's anger rising, she could sense the tension in the room. She tried to give him a reassuring smile, but her bruised body reminded her of the pain she was feeling, and she winced.
“You were supposed to tell us Damnit!” Dean ran his hand through his hair with irritation.
“How long has this been going on?” Dean’s voice was spent as he waited for an answer.
“Since the run-in with the Djin last week.” Y/N could bring herself to look at either brother as she was forced to admit the struggle she had been going through.
Dean noticed her discomfort, and his expression softened. He took a few steps towards her, his hand reaching out to her cheek. He ran his thumb along the dark circles beneath her eyes, courtesy of little sleep, asking, "Did they do this to you.. in your nightmare?"
Y/N nodded her head, feeling tears prick at the corner of her eyes. The thought of facing such pain and humiliation again was unbearable, and she couldn't help but feel weak. She tried to fight back the tears, but couldn't be stopped, the emotions she had been suppressing for so long were laid bare now. The brothers were taken aback by her sudden shift, but Sam was quick to react, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a comforting embrace.
Dean stayed by their side, his hand soothingly rubbing her back gently. They knew the pain she felt was great, but they were determined to protect her and keep her safe.
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The brothers made their way back to the witches' house, ensuring that Y/N was composed enough to be left alone for a while. They knew there were valuable items to collect - items that could be useful to them as well as stuff that needed to be kept out of the wrong hands or from being discovered by ordinary people. Sam and Dean meticulously gathered what they wanted, and then piled the rest of it all up in the center of the house.
“We can't leave anything behind that could screw someone over.” Dean tossed some old odd ball items into the pile.
“Yeah, and who knows what spells or hexes are in this stuff.” Sam was inspecting a wooden box as he spoke.
With everything of importance gathered, the brothers took a step back and exchanged knowing glances. They were ready to rid the world of the witch's evil legacy. Dean produced a lighter, flicked it, and dropped it onto the pile, setting it ablaze. The fire quickly consumed the house and everything inside.
As Y/N waited for her lover's return, her mind wandered to vivid memories of her past. She thought back to the nightmares that had plagued her lately, a cruel manifestation of the trauma she had experienced before meeting Sam and Dean.
Y/N knew that Sam and Dean couldn't always protect her from everything, but she was grateful for their presence in her life. They gave her strength and made her believe that she was worth more.
As she continued to dwell on her past, Y/N's thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. She hesitated for a moment, staring at the door as her heart rate quickened. She didn't know whether to expect the brothers or someone else.
With a deep breath, Y/N got up from the bed, still feeling the pain in her back but determined not to show any weakness. She walked to the door and peered through the peephole, surprised to see a figure she didn't recognize. Y/N hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do, before deciding to open the door and confront the stranger.
Standing before her was a tall, broad-shouldered man with chiseled features and long, wavy hair. It was then that Y/N felt the dangerous energy he exuded, causing Y/N to tense up immediately. The man's eyes raked over her body, and Y/N couldn't help but feel violated by his gaze. She took a step back, instinctively wary of the stranger.
The man spoke in a deep, smooth voice that sent shivers down Y/N's spine. "May I come in?" he asked his tone almost a command as he stepped into the room without waiting for an answer.
Y/N stepped to the side, allowing the man to enter the room without touching her. As he strode inside, she couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding. Who was this man, and why was he here?
Y/N couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off about the stranger. She watched him closely as he made himself comfortable on the chair in the corner of the room. His piercing gaze never left Y/N, and she could feel his eyes roaming over her body. She took a few steps back, putting some distance between them before cautiously asking, "Who are you and what do you want?"
The stranger didn't seem taken aback by her wary tone. Instead, he leaned back in the chair and replied in a casual voice, "I'm Mark. And I'm here because I heard you have a unique gift."
Y/N narrowed her eyes, unsure of what to make of Mark's words. "What kind of gift?" she asked, her voice laced with suspicion.
Mark grinned, showing off white teeth. "I heard you're a Kitsune. The last one on earth, to be precise."
Y/N's eyes widened at his words, and she took a step back. "How do you know that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Mark stood up, towering over her as he moved in closer. Y/N felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as he leaned in and whispered, "Let's just say I have connections. And I'm interested in you."
Y/N knew better than to trust this stranger, she had encountered many individuals seeking to exploit her unique Kitsune abilities before. Her heart raced as she searched for a way out. She silently cursed herself, how did she end up in this situation AGAIN!?.
"I'm not interested in whatever you have to offer," Y/N said firmly, taking a step back for every step he moved forward. "You need to leave now."
Mark's expression remained the same, his eyes burning into hers. "I don't think you understand the gravity of the situation," he said, his tone turning menacing. "You see, I have something that you want, and you have something that I want."
Y/N's mind was racing. What could he possibly have that she needed or wanted? She tried to keep her expression neutral as she asked, "And what would that be?"
Mark stepped even closer, reaching out a hand to touch her cheek. Y/N moved back, her heart racing.
"Don't touch me," she hissed, her eyes narrowing in warning. "What do you want?"
Mark's grin widened, his eyes flickering with malice and something else that made Y/N's skin crawl. "I want your power, Kitsune. And I'm willing to offer you something in return."
Y/N's stomach clenched as his words registered. She knew all too well what people like Mark wanted from her – her unique Kitsune abilities. But she couldn't let him have them, not at any cost.
"I'm not interested," she said resolutely, praying that the brothers would come back soon. She needed their help to get rid of this guy.
Mark's eyes narrowed, practically glowing with anger. "You should be, Kitsune. I can offer you something that no one else can." Mark leaned down to whisper into Y/N's ear, "Pleasure beyond your wildest dreams."
Y/N's heart stuttered in her chest as his words registered. She may have been in a relationship with the brothers, but that didn't mean she was interested in anyone else. And especially not someone like Mark.
"I said no," she repeated as she attempted to back away from him but found herself against a wall. Despite her compromised position, Y/N stood tall and strong as she warned, "You need to leave now before things get ugly."
Mark's expression turned thunderous, his fists clenching at his sides. "You're making a big mistake, Kitsune," he growled, taking a menacing step forward. "You don't know who you're dealing with."
But Y/N wasn't easily intimidated. Facing down evil creatures and protecting innocent people had made her tough.
"I know exactly who I'm dealing with," Y/N said, her voice firm and resolute. "You're a nobody. A creep who preys on vulnerable women and thinks he can get away with it. Well, you picked the wrong Kitsune to mess with."
Mark laughed, a cold, humorless sound that sent chills down Y/N's spine. "You think you're tough?" he taunted, stepping closer. "Let's see how you handle this." In one swift movement, he reached out and grabbed Y/N, pulling her close.
Y/N struggled against him, using all her strength to break free. Mark was surprisingly strong, but Y/N refused to give up without a fight. She kicked and thrashed, but Mark held on tight.
"You're going to regret this," Y/N spat, her eyes flashing with anger. "Let me go!"
But Mark only laughed, tightening his grip even further. "Oh, I don't think so. You're going to give me what I want, Kitsune. And then maybe, just maybe, I'll let you go."
Y/N's heart raced as she felt Mark's hot breath on her neck. She knew she had to act fast if she wanted to get out of this alive.
As Y/N was thrashing about, trying to break free from Mark's hold, he managed to drag her out of her motel room and onto the evening streets. Her eyes began to glow red, and she felt her energy being drained away. Panicking, she shouted, "What the hell is happening!?"
It was then that Y/N noticed the markings on Mark's arms that enveloped her. They were wards, specifically designed to trap kitsunes. Her mind instantly raced back to Olivia and Emma, the only other place she had seen these marks.
Mark stopped when they both heard the cocking of a gun and a loud, booming voice calling out, "Drop the girl, dirtbag!" Sam and Dean had arrived, pistols drawn, carefully approaching the scene.
Mark grinned and scoffed, "I guess the two of you were just too much for the little witch, huh?"
Another voice came from the opposite side of the parking lot, a voice that sent chills down Y/N's spine. "Regardless, you've done well, Mark. A fine catch, unlike some," Sano spoke, glancing disapprovingly at Jason.
Now, the standoff was intense. On one side stood the Winchester brothers, ready with their guns. On the other side were Sano, Jason, and a few more demons. Caught in the middle, Y/N was restrained by a hulking man. The tension in the parking lot was palpable, and everyone knew that something significant was about to happen.
Y/N froze in Mark's arms, her heart pounding as she listened closely to the chilling voice. It was a voice she had hoped was another hallucination, but the reality was crueler. Sano and Jason were indeed present. Dean called out, concern lacing his voice, "Y/N? You still with us, sweetheart?"
Her eyes darted to the ground, fear and anger mixing within her. Sam's voice reached her, explaining, "They've been here the whole time, watching us. They set the witch up to create tension between us and split us up so you were alone."
Jason chuckled cruelly, his tone dripping with mockery, "Sounds like someone spilled the beans. Well, I guess she got what she deserved."
Y/N's face twisted in pain and anger at the thought of another person being used as bait. Her eyes pulsed with a red glow as she tried to break free from Mark's unrelenting grip. Sano spoke in a condescending tone, "Now come along quietly, darling, or do we have to do this the hard way."
Seizing a moment of defiance, Y/N slammed her head backward, bashing Mark's nose. But he did not release her. Sano, however, seemed unperturbed, sighing with a smile as he snapped his fingers. A man from Sano's side advanced toward Mark and Y/N on the command. Seeing the man approaching, Sam, who had his pistol trained on Sano's group, called out, "Stop!" He tried to shoot, but both Sam and Dean's guns were sent flying out of their hands.
The man reached Y/N and stood before her, looking up at her slightly due to her being held off the ground. His eyes held a wicked glint as he smiled, untrusting of Y/N's defiance. With a defiant greeting, she spat in the man's face and warned, "If you do this, you will regret it."
Unfazed, the man slapped Y/N across the face, and then his grip tightened around her jaw. He hissed, "I'm going to enjoy you."
Simultaneously, Dean and Sam darted toward Y/N with the intent to rescue her. They clashed with Jason and another demon who appeared to block their path.
Meanwhile, the man before Y/N forced her mouth open, allowing the black smoke billowing from his mouth to slip into hers. A sense of foreboding hung in the air as this ominous event unfolded.
As the smoke flowing from the demon's mouth ceased, his body fell limp to the ground. Sam and Dean managed to land punches on the foes they were each fighting, causing them to crash to the ground just in time to witness Mark releasing Y/N from his hold. However, their relief was mixed with caution. Sam and Dean hesitated to approach her, for there was uncertainty in the air.
Y/N, her shoulders rolling, took a few steps forward until she stood alone between the opposing sides. Sam heard the weight in Dean's whispered words, "No…”
“Dean, please tell me she has the tattoo." Sam’s voice was rushed and panicked.
Dean was at a loss for words, his eyes locked on to Y/N, who stood there with a chilling smile. Waves of terror, regret, anger, and more crashed through the brothers as they watched Y/N's head loll to the side. Her eyes turned to solid black. Sam and Dean were already running through a multitude of possible scenarios, and most of them did not end well.
On the other side, Jason and Mark joined Sano's side in victory. Sano nodded, announcing, "Alright, let's get going now. Still, lots to do."
The demons seemed to evaporate one by one into the shadows as they followed Sano, leaving Mark and Jason to gather the empty vassal. With effortless ease, they hoisted the limp, meat suit onto their backs as Jason called for "Trey" to follow. Not a single flicker of movement escaped Y/N - not even an eyelid batted - as her unblinking eyes pinned the brothers with a menacing gaze so dark and void it seemed like any hope that had occupied them was completely extinguished.
Jason bellowed for Trey one last time but to no avail. Y/N smirked, the twisted corners of her lips curling upwards with a hint of satisfaction as she slightly cocked her head. Then in a startling motion, her face flung backward and a stream of pitch-black smoke spewed from between her lips. The billowing wisps of dark energy coiled around the air like an evil serpent, before snaking back into the vessel that Mark and Jason still grasped tightly. It slithered through the opening, reclaiming its sinister control.
The acrid smoke finally dissipated, and Y/N’s eyes flared to life in a furious shade of crimson. Her features hardened into an icy mask as she carefully turned from Dean and Sam to Jason, Mark, and Trey with disdain. Her rage reached peak intensity upon seeing Trey seize control of his vessel again. She was livid.
Trey's face twisted with fear and revulsion, as he shoved Mark and Jason out of his way, toppling himself onto the dirt. He screamed an anguished cry, "MONSTER! She's a MONSTER!" A torrent of emotions had been unleashed within him, memories and secrets that previously lay dormant released in a storm. Y/N stood like a colossus unmoving, her terrifying stare locked on Trey as he scrambled up from the ground and raced away in a complete frenzy.
Jason turned his attention back to Y/N, meeting her unyielding gaze head-on, while Mark remained vigilant, never letting her out of his sight. The tense silence hung in the evening air, pregnant with uncertainty.
Without exchanging a word, a subtle glance passed between Jason and Mark, and Mark nodded in response. Then, in the blink of an eye, the two demons vanished, leaving Y/N and the brothers alone once more.
Y/N, her back still turned to the brothers, closed her eyes, attempting to find calm within herself. As she focused, her eyes gradually shifted from their eerie red back to their natural color. The tension had not entirely dissipated, but at least for now, they were free from the immediate threat.
Dean and Sam cautiously approached Y/N's side. As they neared, she turned to face them, her voice trailing off as she prepared to speak. Before she could say anything, she was enveloped in a warm, reassuring embrace. The tension in Y/N's body visibly melted away as she found herself in Sam's comforting arms.
Dean's voice reached her ears, filled with a mixture of relief and exasperation. He said, "We're glad you're alright, but damn it, that scared the crap out of us."
Sam gently released his hold on Y/N and spoke with a determined tone, "We're getting you an anti-possession tattoo."
Y/N simply nodded in agreement, not wanting to argue the point about its necessity. She then felt Dean's hand atop her head as he pulled her closer, his arm wrapping around her shoulders. With a protective stance, he guided her back towards the motel room.
Dean's voice remained reassuring as he said, "Come on, let's get back inside."
Back inside the motel room, the atmosphere was a mix of relief and lingering tension. Y/N sat on the edge of the bed, still shaken by the recent possession. The room was dimly lit, casting elongated shadows across the walls.
Dean paced the room before he stood in front of her, his expression softening. He spoke gently, "Y/N, you've got to tell us what happened. I mean, you fought off a demon possession!”
Y/N met Dean's gaze steadily before turning her attention to Sam, leaning against the table. She took a deep breath before speaking, the words tumbling out of her all at once, "It's not the first time I've had to fight off a possession. Sano must have known that and was trying to wear me down."
Sam's eyes widened in disbelief. "Between the witch and the nightmares starting suddenly that makes sense but still that's amazing, Y/N. I mean, demons are incredibly powerful beings. It's almost impossible to fight them off without the cure."
In the dimly lit motel room, Dean's gaze remained fixated on Y/N. Something felt off, her exhaustion palpable as her voice waned with each word she spoke.
“Hey, you doing alright?” Dean asked as he leaned down to look her over a bit.
“Yeah, just tired. Just because I can do it doesn't mean it's easy. Kitsune have a natural resistance to possession, but it's not foolproof, ya know?” Y/N nodded slowly, her hand reaching up to massage her temples, her fatigue evident in every line of her face.
“Well, hey, why don't you get ready for bed while Dean and I get the car squared away, and then we'll be in to join you. Yeah?” Sam, sensing something amiss, rose from his seat. He exchanged a silent glance with Dean, who found his brother's intentions somewhat perplexing.
Though Y/N was oblivious to their unspoken communication, she agreed with a nod, rising from her seat and making her way to the bathroom.
Once outside the motel room, with the night air enveloping them, Dean couldn't help but wonder about Sam's motives.
“Alright Sammy, so what are we doing out here”
Sam leaned against the Impala, his gaze focused on the starlit sky, searching for the right words to express his growing concerns.
“Dean. When a demon possesses you, they have access to all your thoughts, your memories, and... your secrets.”
“Yeah. And?” Dean acknowledged Sam's explanation, but he wasn't entirely prepared for what his brother would say next.
Sam seemed hesitant, torn by doubt and uncertainty as he revealed his worries. “Y/N fought off a demon who had possessed her for what, three minutes? And when he returned to his vassal, he was completely terrified of her. Even called her a monster.”
“Wait, you aren't having second thoughts about her, are you? Just because some random demon who tried to abduct her called her a monster?” Dean's face contorted in disbelief, his eyes wide with the shock of Sam's revelation.
“What? No!? I'm just concerned that maybe there are things about her she hasn't told us yet.” Sam was quick to clarify, hurt by Dean's assumption, and eager to express his true feelings.
“So what? We've done things we aren't proud of in the past. You think that would stop her from accepting who we are now?” Dean's stern expression remained his loyalty to Y/N unwavering as he offered his perspective on the situation.
Sam watched Dean, a subtle grin playing at the corners of his mouth. He couldn't help but be touched by the protectiveness that enveloped his older brother. It was a side of Dean that didn't surface often, and when it did, there was no mistaking the depth of his feelings for Y/N.
“What?”, Dean's brow furrowed at Sam's reaction, confusion etching his features.
Sam held Dean's gaze for a moment, his smile finally breaking through. He chuckled softly. “Nothing, sorry.” Clearing his throat to conceal the lingering grin, Sam leaned in closer to his brother.
“Look, you're right. She has and I don't doubt her. But I also don't want to wake up one day and realize there's a part of her she felt she couldn't share with us.” Sam's voice wavered slightly as he tried to express his concern. He understood Dean's faith in Y/N, but he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she held back.
“Something that Demon saw clearly freaked him out, and I'm willing to bet it's something she still struggles with.”
“Alright.” Dean nodded in quiet agreement, “But only if she’s willing, we aren’t gonna force it if she doesn’t want to talk about it.”
“Yeah of course.” Sam nodded as he tried to contain his grin; knowing that his brother was more likely to actually push the matter.
“The spell has worn off right?” Dean paused before turning to the motel door and looked at Sam with suspicion in his eyes, not so much towards Sam but more that he understood his brother’s silent judgement and knew that he was right.
“Yeah. It’s been more then 24 hours. It should have worn off by now.” Sam’s reassuring words seemed to ease Dean’s appropriation since he was unable to hear an alternative ’true’ statement from Sam.
Dean nodded as he lead Sam back into the motel room, aware of the complexities of their lives and the secrets they carried.
End Chapter
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Notes:
This one I feel like came out a bit rough. I even rewrote some parts of it so if you notice anything or have any thoughts on it please let me know!
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This is the Female Reader-Insert Version of my Story, please consider taking a look at the Original with my OFC Saia.
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pov: I find a good smut fic but it includes a daddy kink
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