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happy74827 · 2 years

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Playing Hero

[Dean Winchester x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: After getting into a petty argument with the Winchester brother, an incident occurs which changes both of your perspectives.

WC: 1,510

Category: Hurt/Comfort, Slight Fluff, TW - Drowning

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It was rather… serene. Standing and sitting in the dark abyss. Your eyes were closed, taking the moment in. The pain came only temporarily, struggling to free yourself, but now… now it was peaceful.

Your mind stopped moving miles a minute. Only focused on this moment. No memories were flashing, no pictures of what’s to come or what should’ve been. You finally felt like you've come home after years of being away.

Just before, you were on a hunt with Dean. Well… you weren’t on the hunt but rather getting information for it, wearing your best disguise as you got out of his Impala.

Usually Sam would tag along and put his Harvard manipulating skills to use, but he stayed behind to do research. That left you with the one and only:

Dean Winchester.

Except he was angry and pissed off at you, again.

The entire way there you rode in silence, not a single word was said due to him still pissed at you for eating his leftover bacon burger. It was rather childish for a twenty-six-year-old, but it was Dean. He was always on the immature side when you weren’t hunting.

A saddened smile was bestowed on his lips for the grieving woman you were approaching, while he was completely ignoring your existence.

You fell silent, unsure of what to do since Dean had taken over the entire conversation. He didn’t allow even a word to slip out of your mouth.

All because of that damn burger.

Of course, you apologized. You believe the count is at five now, but being the asshole he was, he chose to be petty and not accept it. Obviously, you didn’t know it was his burger, you figured it was leftover lunch they brought to the motel for you.

Apparently—fucking—not.

“I’ll be by the lake,” You finally spoke up, “I’ll check if anything is suspicious.”

Of course, it was complete bullshit. You just didn’t want to be around Dean’s aura at the moment. Him being pissed at you was one of the worst things ever, mostly due to the fact he never gets over it. If you had eaten Sam’s burger, you could just buy him another one and all would be forgiven. But nope! Dean has to be an ass about it.

So, there you were on the pier, watching longingly as Dean comforted the woman by himself. You were wishing that he’d eventually get over the burger, so you all could move on from this childish argument, when you heard it.

A soft whistle, almost like a gust of wind brushing past you in lightning speed.

“The hell…?” You questioned softly to yourself, looking around to see if you could witness anything that could even remotely produce the sound.

You didn’t find the source, but it found you.

Within a second, you found yourself clinging to the pier by your hands, your leg being pulled underwater. Shit.

“D-Dean!” You yelled, your eyes focusing on the man away from you. He was the last person you wanted to call, but being on the verge of death, you put the bullshit aside. “A little help here?!”

A nail popped loose from the board you were desperately hanging on to. It was only a matter of time before it would pop off entirely. A groan escaped your lips as you tried to kick whatever the thing that had latched onto your ankle was, but it wouldn’t budge. In fact, the thing's grip got firmer with each kick.

“Dean!” This time you screamed as loud as you could, another nail popping loose. “Dean, Please!?”

Finally, at this, he turned his head. His eyes were searching to find the source, the grieving mother followed his gaze in pursuit. With one last scream of his name, his eyes hooked on to yours.

You watched that anger and hatred from before wash away with worry. The notebook he held, writing down what the lady had witnessed, flew to the ground as he started to bolt towards your direction. But he was too far.

Before he could even hop the wooden fence, the board popped loose which immediately retracted into your face. You could feel the iron of your blood in your mouth, your eyes becoming hazy as you were pulled under.

In an attempt to save yourself, you pulled out your silver switchblade in your pocket and immediately started slashing and stabbing. You didn’t expect it to go away, but it did, making you realize that it was a ghost you were hunting.

That was the last thing you remembered before it went mute. You were in the quiet place now, drifting as the current pulled you along.

As you were drifting, falling deeper into the abyss, you suddenly felt a pressure around your abdomen. The pressure lifting you up, as if you were flying, until a ringing noise appeared. An annoying ringing tone that didn’t go away whatsoever. You wanted to groan, as it disrupted your peaceful paradise, but you couldn’t.

Once your ears had gotten used to it, another noise disrupted your paradise.

Thump. A loud vibration tickled your ears, applying pressure to your chest. It wasn’t as annoying as the ringing, but it came in threes.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

It never stopped.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

It was like a broken record, repeating the same vibrations every few seconds. As if it couldn’t get worse, it did. Muffles of pitches that you couldn’t make out started to appear.

It was two pitches. One was one higher and hoarse, like the person had a terrible sore throat. It talked in long sentences, letting out a shriek ever-so-often.

The other, however, was deeper. Much deeper. It spoke in a gruff, masculine voice, repeating the same muffle every time.

“Come on.” It repeated, “Come on.”

You wanted it to stop, you wanted to scream for the loudness to go away. But once your mouth opened, there was only a single thing left...

Pain.

Your chest had completely caved in, all sorts of pain shooting at you in all directions. Your legs, your arms, your head, your back… everything was aching.

You found yourself choking severely, praying for the pain to go away. A hand found its place on the small of your back, lifting you up gently. The gesture caused water to spurt out everywhere on the grass from your mouth.

It was disgusting, yet the hand only gave you pats of encouragement.

“There you go,” The voice whispered, “cough it all out.”

It was Dean. It had been him the entire time. The pressure around your abdomen, the thumps of vibration on your chest… it was all him.

He saved your life.

Your hands found his shoulders, steadying yourself. He only smiled —in relief that is — grabbing hold of your arms.

He was completely drenched head to toe, his “fancy” suit now nowhere to be found. His tie was undone, the familiar necklace that he never took off in plain sight. His voice pulled you into reality, “Hey, you alright?”

This was karma for that damn burger.

“Y-yeah, I-I’m fine.” You panted, “thank you.”

He smiled again — a genuine one at that. His eyes told you that the burger was completely off his mind. Not even a flicker of anger was left.

You stared into his eyes a little longer than you should’ve, but you couldn’t help it. It’s been a whole two days of him giving you the cold shoulder and nasty glares. Seeing him relieved and rather joyous at you was an expression you wanted to stay.

“What… the hell… was that?!” The familiar shriek of the grieving woman had made the both of you jump, snapping both of your heads to stare at her wide-eyed. You both had forgotten that she was there, but given the matter you almost drowned, it was a reasonable excuse.

Sighing, Dean turned his focus to the woman temporarily, calming her down about the whole situation. You, on the other hand, couldn’t stop thinking about the fact he actually saved you.

He saved your life. Usually you were the hero that saved lives, so it didn’t affect you all that much. Actually, it made you feel important that you helped saved people who were clueless of the true world they lived in. But being on the other side to where you needed someone to be that hero? Hell, it was a crazy feeling.

“Hey, eyes open!” Dean’s fingers snapped in front of your eyes. His eyes were staring daggers into your soul. “Don’t you pass out on me, Kiddo.”

“…I’m... I’m only two years younger than you, asshole—”

Then, you passed out due to the lack of oxygen, but instead of living in that peaceful and empty bliss, you dreamed of him. You dreamed of Dean happily — but terribly — singing to 80s rock while Sam laughed his heart out.

You knew from now on, everything was going to be alright — well… it will be as soon as you got rid of that damn ghost.

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winchester-girl67 · 4 months

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Wild Hearts (Part 7) - Ten Years After Dean Came Back

Summary: Dean and Y/N attend a session of couples' counselling with Dr. Garth Fitzgerald. They struggle with Y/N's infertility and make a final decision about the future of their family together.

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Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,668

Warnings: age gap (reader is 32, Dean is 37), infertility, couples' therapy, adoption, relationship angst, mentions of physical abuse by a parent, language, angst, fluff

A/N: After many rewrites and some creative differences with the characters in this series, we’ve come to the last part.

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Ten years after Dean came back.

"And how does that make you feel, Y/N?" The skinny man asked from his chair placed next to the couch.

He wore a tweed suit and you thought he looked more like a college professor than a couples' therapist. He had a notebook in his hands and jotted down notes every time either of you spoke.

"I don't know, not good." You shrugged.

"Mhm," he jotted down more notes, "I see."

It was your first appointment and Dean had yet to speak up for any of the questions. He told you there was no point in going since he still loved you and you still loved him. He made it sound so simple, but it was more complicated than that. And he knew you needed to talk it through, so here he was supporting you and holding your hand; you couldn't ask for more.

"And, Dean, how do you feel about it?" Mr. Fitzgerald asked.

Dean scrubbed his free hand over his mouth and chin as he side eyed you. Mr. Fitzgerald, or Garth as he told you to call him, hadn't directed any questions towards Dean until now. Dean didn't seem too happy about it, but refused to let that show in the way he looked at you. All you saw was love.

"I'm okay with it," Dean said, still looking at you.

"How can you be okay with it?" You asked, scrunching your forehead.

"Because I love you, this doesn't change anything between us." He said with a shake of his head. "It doesn't change the way I feel about you or the fact that I still want to spend the rest of my life with you. I need you here with me. I can't do any of it without you."

"Yes, you can." You said.

"I don't want to."

Garth stayed silent while he listened and jotted down notes. He was a nice guy but hadn't said anything helpful yet. Maybe couples therapy was about opening the conversation more than actual advice or guidance. Maybe he just worked as a buffer and had you guys find your own way through.

"Everything's different now, Dean."

"No."

"You're the one that had our future planned out; two kids, one boy, one girl, a white picket fence, a big yard, and a dog. You even hung a tire swing and started building a treehouse, for fuck's sake." Your chin started to tremble and you took a breath. "Dean, you want kids and I want you to have them but it's not going to happen with me. I'm broken, my body's broken."

After four years of trying to get pregnant and the endless testing and trials, you were spent. Your body was spent and you couldn't remember the last time sex felt like it was supposed to. It felt clinical now like you were running through a maze for a piece of cheese. You tried almost everything, there were calendars and ovulation sticks, hormone injections, temperature readings, wedge pillows, and you were sick of it all.

You couldn't imagine it felt any different for Dean either. Your sex life was present but unaccounted for.

"I love you." Said Dean.

He wiped your cheeks dry from the tears streaming down them and kissed your forehead. It didn't matter how many times you'd snapped at him over the past four years with your hormones in overdrive, you couldn't push him away if you tried. And you had tried.

That was one reason why you wanted to go to therapy, you wanted to come to terms with your infertility and let it go. You wanted to stop the hormone treatments and stop feeling the way you were. You wanted to feel like yourself again.

"Y/N, did you hear what Dean just said?" Garth asked when he saw you had calmed down. Dean clutched your hand in his and gave it a squeeze. You shook your head. "He said, he loves you, do you believe that?"

"Yes," you knew he did.

That was something you never had to worry about with Dean. He let you know in more ways than one and you never questioned it. Hell, he supported you through the trials for this long because he knew it was what you wanted. He saw the toll it took on you and wanted to stop a long time ago, but you weren't ready to make your peace with it, with your body. Until now, you hoped.

"So then why are you pushing him away?" Garth asked, resting his pen on his notebook and giving you his full attention. "Do you think that's what he wants? That it'll make him happy to find someone else who can bear his children?"

"Maybe," you shrugged and refused to meet Dean's hurt stare.

Dean shook his head. "Y/N, I love you." He whispered, he had been saying that a lot lately. Like he knew it wasn't sinking in.

"And, Dean, when you tell Y/N that you love her, is that what you mean? Or are you trying to tell her something else that you can't find the words to say?" Garth asked and Dean cleared his throat and nodded. "What are you trying to tell her?"

Dean thought for a long moment, "The future I planned for us, I don't want that with anyone else."

"But we won't have it either," you said.

"I've made my peace with that and we're here so you can too." He rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb. His green eyes pleading with you like he still tried to convince you of everything he felt and hadn't been able to communicate.

"It's not fair, I wanted a family too. I never thought I would this badly, but I do. With you, I do." You sniffled, "It's not fair. The one thing I'm supposed to be able to do and I can't."

"We still can."

"How? I can't get pregnant, Dean, and I can't keep taking those hormones. My mood swings are all over the map with them and it's not working."

"We stop trying."

"What?" You frowned, "I don't understand, how can we have a family if I can't get pregnant? We can't afford a surrogate, Dean."

"Making a baby doesn't make you its parent, Y/N, trust me I know. My father might've played a very short hand in creating me but he was never a dad, he was never there for me, he never cared, he never loved me or Sammy."

"Speaking of unfair, how can a man like that make two kids and I can't even begin to form one? Ugh!" You sighed exasperatedly and fell back against the couch feeling defeated.

Dean smiled at your little tantrum and you wondered how he was able to do that. Find levity in the difficult parts of life. But that was his motto, something like: if you don't laugh, you cry. And for a moment, you saw him with a younger face, a bruised eye and a split lip. Smiling at you under the streetlamp with ice cream on his nose. That was almost seventeen years ago now.

You were finally voicing your disappointment at the cards you had been dealt and that was a step at healing. You tried for so long to be strong and composed but Dean always saw right through it. He hated seeing you hurt, but it was hard to come to terms with the fact that your body could never do what you wanted it to, it was less hard for him; even if the struggle was the same.

You had to live in your mind and listen to the little voice that called you broken. Dean just had to watch. Although, now that you thought about it, watching someone in pain could be just as painful. Especially when they refused your help and pushed you away.

You silently promised him you would never do that again.

"I love you, Dean." You squeezed his hand.

You were endlessly thankful to have him around to pull you out of your funk. You tried to smile back at him as you sat up.

"Can I interject here," Garth smiled, "I think Dean's talking about adoption. Sometimes a family you choose has stronger bonds than ones you make. You run that youth group, right, Y/N? So you of all people should know that there are many children out there that wish they could have parents that want them as badly as you and Dean want a child. At least look into it, if that's something you'd be willing to do."

"Do you want to adopt?" You asked Dean, he'd never mentioned it before.

"I looked into it after we found out conceiving would be difficult and again after your last round of hormone therapy. I kind of put our names on this list because it can take a long time to be selected." He confessed and quickly added, "I wanted us to have options and I'm completely fine with not having kids either. We could just be the cool Aunt and Uncle to Sammy and Jess' twins. I'd be alright with that as long as you're the one I'm growing old with. I want you in that rocking chair beside me on the porch and I'll tear down that white picket fence when we get home."

“No, don’t do that... maybe we could paint it though.” You shrugged.

"I like the way you think, sweetheart." Dean chuckled with a little smirk.

Garth looked at the clock on the wall and clapped his hands together, "Well, I think that was an excellent session and I've got a bit of homework for you. Y/N, I think it would be healthy for you to look into adoption with Dean, exhaust all of your options together before you commit to a decision about your future. And, Dean, I want you to try talking about how you’re feeling to Y/N rather than just declaring your undying love for her." You laughed and Dean blushed, "I think she gets it, but she's not a mind reader. Everyone benefits from open communication and all I'm asking is that you try, you don't even have to be good at it, just put words together until you get a sentence and keep doing that. The best relationships I see are the ones where each partner refuses to give up on the other. It's about equal give and take and allowing each other to be happy and loved."

"So, on a scale of one to ten. How did we do, Doc?" Dean asked and it was Garth's turn to laugh.

"I can't answer that, but I will say that you guys have a great foundation. We just want to open the lines of communication as a safety net for when times are a little tougher to see through the fog. When your love is hidden behind the walls you use to protect yourselves. You don't need to protect yourselves from each other; I can see that as much as you both can feel it." Garth said, buttoning his tweed jacket as he stood up. "We all need a little help sometimes and that's why you're here, you can't be expected to get through this without it. Whether I be the one to help you both, or you turn to friends, or family, it doesn't matter as long as you find your way back to each other in the end. Never forget that you are going through this together and the best thing you can do is communicate that. Sometimes one partner may feel like they're hurting more or they are more to blame and that's not true, we need to communicate to know."

"I got it, Doc, next session you want me to talk more." Dean quipped as he stood up with you and added, "I gotta know, what the hell is that?" He pointed to the sock puppet on Garth's desk in the corner. It had yarn for hair, blue button eyes and red lips.

"That is Mr. Frizzles," Garth laughed with a hand on his stomach, "Sometimes couples bring their kids to the session and the kids respond better to him than me. He insists it's his sense of humour but I think it's his uncanny ability to sense when someone is being a liar." Dean just stared at him and Garth laughed again, "I'm kidding, Dean."

"I like him," Dean said as you walked to the car together. "That's something I never thought I'd say."

Dean opened your door, "Me, too." You said, sliding into your seat. When Dean joined you in the Impala moments later you added, "So, you'd be open to going to another session?"

"I'm open to anything you want, sweetheart. We're in this together." Dean revved up Baby and headed towards home.

"Dean, I don't want you to keep things from me anymore." Dean side eyed you with a curious look, "The adoption thing... If that's something you're interested in, I want to be included. Maybe it's the right direction for us. I just don't want you to ever feel like you have to hide things from me, especially things you want."

"I wasn't hiding it, I was always planning on telling you about it but, I dunno, the longer I waited the more awkward it was to bring it up." Dean said and you grabbed his hand from the seat next to you. You gave his fingers a squeeze and he smiled. "The people I consider my family -aside from Sammy- that's you, Bobby and Jody, Cas and Benny, you're all people I found; people I choose to keep around through thick and thin. And I love you all, some more than others," he gave you a flirty wink and smirked, "But my point is when it comes to kids, biological or adopted, I don’t care as long as they’re ours. Family wouldn’t mean the same thing to me without you... So please stop pushing me away.”

You nodded and vowed, “I promise,” then leaned over to peck a kiss on his cheek, his stubble prickling your lips. “Maybe we can go over what you learned on adoption tomorrow?”

“Of course, Y/N, I’d love to.” He beamed and planted a kiss to the back of your hand.

“You’re all kinds of awesome, you know that?” You squeezed his fingers again until he squeezed back.

“Whatever happened to ‘strange and kinda wonderful’?” He teased and chuckled with you.

“I love you... my strange and kinda wonderful man.”

“I love you more, don’t forget that.” Dean smirked and bit his lip like he always used to when you were younger.

You glared at him a moment as he grinned sideways at you. He knew you hated it when he said things like that. Your love for him was just as strong, arguably stronger according to you.

“Pfft, hardly.” You declared with an eye roll. “Exactly what makes you think that you love me more? I was willing to see you with another woman just so you could have a chance at happiness and you wouldn’t even consider it.”

“Isn’t that proof right there?” He laughed at you.

“But it would make me happy to see you happy so-”

Dean stopped laughing and cut you off, “I’m happy with you and only you.” He glanced over at you a couple times before he asked, “Are you still happy with me?”

“You know I am.”

“Good, then I’m yours and your mine and our future will be what we make of it.” He slid his rough fingers between yours and cleared his throat. “You tamed my heart a long time ago, it would be cruel to throw me back into the wild now. Got it?”

You smiled, feeling whole for the first time in a while, “You’re right. I think I’ll keep you after all.”

Dean chuckled.

Whatever happened next you were in it together.

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jawritter · 1 year

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My Brother’s Keeper

Chapter 1

Summary: Y/N, Sam’s roommate, so far have a pretty good thing going. Both work and function around one another well. What happens when his big brother comes down for the holidays with his mysterious past, mixed with Sam’s own mysterious previous life? Can Y/N and the grumpy older brother find a way to get along? Or will it be a not so happy holidays at the Winchester house?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus Sized!Reader x Sam

Word Count: 1782

Prompt: Roommate AU

Written for: @spnchristmasbingo

Rating: Mature (because of future chapters, this story is 18 + only, and not fit for minor consumption.)

Warnings: Angst, Some bickering

A/N: This is the first Christmas fic I have written in a long time! You guys will get this one real time, and I hope to finish it before New Years! Fingers crossed! Anyways, This fic is unbeta’d, so all mistakes are my won! Feedback is golden! My work is 18+ only! No minors! Thanks so much for reading!

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Y/N’s POV:

“You sure about this Sam, it is Christmas after all, what if your brother doesn’t want your roommate tagging along all weekend with you guys?” Y/N questioned for what was probably the third time that day, but the thought of Sam’s older brother coming to stay the weekend with the pair of them had her feeling extremely anxious, and a whole lot like the third wheel of the whole situation.

“Yes Y/N, I’m sure, I promise, everything will be fine. Dean doesn't mind. He knows you live here; he’s not going to expect you to leave your own house, that you pay half the rent on, just because he’s coming to stay for the weekend. It’s really not a problem.”

Y/N pressed her lips into a thin line as she continued to load the dishwasher in front of her. She didn’t quite believe Sam; he had a tendency to downplay things. He was also a Dean Winchester apologist; she knew that for a fact. Not that she’d ever laid eyes on Dean, save an old picture that Sam had kept in his room. Still, some of the stories these two shared growing up! She knew they’d had a complicated childhood, but Dean Winchester was much like his father John in a lot of ways, and John, from what she’d remembered, was not a good person. Add the fact that Dean was a self-proclaimed ‘ladies’ man’, and she just was not looking forward to this weekend at all.

Not that she was so deluded to think that Dean would actually hit on someone like her. She wasn’t exactly a ten. Her thighs seemed to touch together, no matter how much she exercised, and she didn’t have a super flat stomach. She wasn’t dumb enough to think that Dean would even look her way. She’d seen the pictures of Cassie, Lisa, some wanna be Barbie knockoff she couldn’t remember the name of, and a few others of his conquest via Sam’s sleuthing on Facebook and Twitter, Lisa being the latest. She looked nothing like those beautiful women. Dean wouldn’t even look her way. Still, she doubted the handsome Winchester wanted a female version of Java the Hut hanging around all weekend while he came to visit his baby brother, especially considering it was Christmas.

“Trust me Y/N, Dean’s an alright guy. Once you get to know him, you’ll love him. Now, I’ve got to go to work,” Sam announced, suddenly standing from the table and closing his laptop before stuffing it in his bag. “Just try not to stress about it too much, okay Y/N/N? It’s gonna be fine, I promise.”

“Fine,” she agreed reluctantly as she pressed the start button on the dishwasher.

She remained unconvinced, no matter how much Sam assured her that everything would be fine. There would always be this internal battle that the man would be repulsed by her the moment he saw her, like she felt that most men where, save Sam, he’d been her best friend for years now. He didn’t care what she looked like, or that she came from a poorer family. They connected immediately, and quickly became best friends. So, when she lost her apartment due to covid layoffs, Sam had gladly offered her a room in his house. She’d been living there for almost two years now and had never seen his family aside from pictures. She just assumed other than Dean, he didn’t get along with any of them, or they were all dead, she just never asked. It wasn’t any of her business.

Sam had gone back to school later in life to finish his law degree, before she’d met him, and was now working his first year in his own law firm. He never really wanted to talk much about his life before this, or why he’d left Stanford, and what he’d done all those years in between, or how he’d ended up in Detroit for that matter. All he’d ever say when she’d asked what he’d done in his time, life really, off of school, he just said the story wasn’t all that interesting, and blew her off. She knew Dean played a role in it, because he talked about his big brother all the time, and even talked about some of the adventures they’d had on the road, people they’d met, places they’d stayed in, sights they’d seen, but he never would give her more information than that; never would tell her why they were on a road trip together, or what happened in between to ultimately separate them.

Though, she was pretty sure his ex-girlfriend, Eileen, might have had something to do with it. He’d said that ultimately, ‘they had different goals in life,’ and because of that, it just didn’t work out.

The only thing she knew about the oncoming house guest, aside from all the above, was that he was a private detective, and worked closely with law enforcement after doing two years as a working FBI agent. She never told Sam, but she had tried to look him up once, and all she found was an obituary, claiming him to be dead. For some reason, she thought that the FBI part of Dean’s story wasn’t exactly true, but considering his line of work, she thought that it must be a ‘need to know’ kinda thing,’ and she didn’t ask more than that. She had a hard enough time in her current life, she didn’t need to have to go into witness protection program and start all over again.

“Oh, and Y/N, I’m probably gonna be late this evening, the meeting with this client is probably gonna be long, so Dean’s gonna beat me here. Just let him in, he knows how to make himself at home,” Sam called over his shoulder, closing the front door tightly behind him before she had the chance to argue with him about it.

Y/N’s nostrils flared as she glared at the door. He’d known all morning that she’d be alone here when Dean got here, yet he waited until he was leaving to drop that little tidbit of information on her!

She picked up her phone, opening her text app, and sent him a lovely little message about how payback was going to be a bitch, and she wasn’t going to be his brother’s keeper, nor his entertainment, or babysitter for that matter, so he can bring his ass home and do a goddamn zoom meeting for the rest of the week.

It didn’t help the situation at hand any, but it made her momentarily feel better. That is, until she looked around the room at the state of the messy house in front of her.

Running one hand down her face, she assessed the state of things, before deciding it was more important that the man show up to a presentable house, rather than taking the time to go fix herself up for nothing, because messy bun and PJ’s, or full face of makeup and fixed hair with nice clothes, it really didn’t matter, all that effort would have been for naught anyway, it wasn’t like he’d even look twice at her.

Y/N took a deep breath, yelled for Alexa to turn on Metallica on Pandora, and made her way into the kitchen to go and retrieve the broom. There was no putting off the inevitable, but at least cleaning will distract her for a while.

Dean’s POV:

“For fucks sakes Sammy!” Dean barked into the phone he had jammed between his right shoulder and ear as he hurried around his bedroom, shoving clothing into a duffle bag that was once used for hunting, but now he just kept it around for weeks he decided to go see his baby brother, still, as his large hand gripped the faded green material of the strap, the memory was not lost on him. Not at all. “You can’t even take off for one day before your vacation is supposed to start! It’s not like I get a free weekend all the damn time. I’m driving all the way up there to see you, not spend time with your roommate.”

“You will only beat me there by a few hours Dean, she doesn’t bite or anything,” Sam argued, the eye rolled damn near audible in his voice, and Dean growled into the phone with all the righteous indignation he could muster, mostly because he knew the next words that were about to come out of Sam’s mouth. “Besides, it’s not like you haven’t had to spend an hour with a strange girl you didn’t—”

“I’ve told you, that’s not me anymore Sam! I’m damn near 44 years old! I’m old, cranky, probably got a little PTSD, and a fucking control freak. That poor girl doesn’t want to spend her afternoon looking at me of all people!”

“I’ll see you when I get home Dean,” Sam insisted, “and try not to knock up my best friend before I get home. She’s hot, but I have faith you can keep it in your pants for an hour.”

“Fuck you— wait a minute, what do you mean she’s hot?” Dean questioned and Sam laughed as he hung up the phone.

Dean grumbled as he tossed his duffle bag over his shoulder and turned to examine his room for the last time to make sure he had all he needed before whistling at Miracle to follow him.

Sam said she was hot, but honestly, he wouldn't let his dick get in the way of good sense. He’s not the man he used to be, he had scars, big ones, one that poor girl didn’t need to see. Besides, if Sam thought she was hot he wasn’t gonna step in on his girl. Sammy deserved a normal, happy life, and if this girl could do that for him, he was going to behave himself, no matter how hot she was.

“She better-not-be allergic to dogs,” Dean said to Miracle as he approached his Baby sitting in the parking garage as shiny and pretty as the day she’d been driven off of the lot. The only woman that hadn’t done him wrong, and he’d do well to remember it. “‘Cause if she is, I'll pick you over my brother’s roommate. She can just get a fucking hotel or something.”

Miracle sat and stared, tongue hanging out, and completely unenthused.

Dean sighed as he opened the passenger door for his four-legged friend to jump in, “yeah, figured you’d care about as much,” he murmured as he closed the door. “Least you care more than Sam apparently does. It’s almost like he doesn’t want to see me at all.”

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Supernatural: Purgatory

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: In the season seven finale of Supernatural, three of our heroes: Dean Winchester, Castiel, and Y/N Y/L/N were sent to Purgatory after killing Dick Roman. Now stranded in a land full of monsters, the three must survive…or die trying.

Word Count: TBA (Each part will get their own word counts)

Warnings: TBA (Each part will get their own warnings but in general: violence, cursing, fluff, angst)

Featured Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Benny Lafitte & Y/N

Minor Characters: Y/N’s parents, Sam Winchester, Random monsters (Leviathans, Vampires, etc.)

Authors Note: The Purgatory spin-off of Supernatural that nobody asked for and didn’t know that we needed (maybe not, at least I wanted it). | I always thought it would be interesting to get a little bit more of what Dean’s life was like while he was in Purgatory. I know we got snippets here and there, but I personally would have loved to see like entire episodes dedicated to what he went through. Possibly seeing new creatures we’re never seen, or maybe some creatures that Sam and Dean have fought in the past that want revenge | If this series seems like something you’d like and want to be tagged, send me a message!

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There Will Be Peace (1): Monsters Are Real

Chapter 1: Monsters Are Real

Chapter Summary: While running for her life, Y/N runs into two brothers who try to help.

Word Count: 1,823

Warnings: minor oc death, canon typical mentions of demon possession, passing out

Square Filled: Supernatural Elements for #resa.3kfiesta

A/N: Alright, here's the start! Fair warning that I will probably take forever to complete this series because I've been playing with this idea since like last year. But let me know what you guys think maybe? Also, since I'm doing the bingo event... I thought it'll be a good time for me to fill a square lol. I've missed writing for Dean. Series taglist is open for anyone interested!

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Chapter 2

You ducked behind a tree, panting and looking around. Your hands were shaking even as your fingers closed around the holster of the gun you were holding.

Just a few months ago, you were just a normal family, with normal problems. You’d fought about stupid mundane things and in the space of one night, your life had shattered before your very eyes.

Monsters were real.

Those three words had resounded in your mind as you took off into the night with your sister, leaving your parents lying in a pool of their own blood, their eyes open and lifeless as your own little brother stood above them, his eyes black as charcoal.

You should have known something was wrong. Your brother had been weird for weeks, you’d just thought it was nothing, that he’d been in one of his fantasy play-pretends and you’d gone along with it. But it hadn’t been nothing.

“We’re only alive because you made it through the police academy.” Leah had repeatedly reminded you over the past few months, as the both of had tried to pick up the pieces but you knew it was useless, at least for you. You’d tried to get the both of you back into as normal a life as you could but it was like the attack had set a homing beam on the both of you, you’d run into supernatural creatures almost everywhere you’d turned.

Just like that, you and Leah had found yourselves stuck in a world that you’d never even known existed - full of spirits, monsters, creatures that had only existed in fantasy novels before that night. So you’d adapted and tried to learn as much as you could - about demons, possession, creatures in the dark, while you tried to piece together what had happened that night, that night that changed your life forever.

Now, three months later the demon had caught up to you and Leah, almost like it was playing a game of cat and mouse with you.

“Heard you were looking for me?” It sounded like your baby brother but it wasn’t. Not those charcoal black eyes or the curl of his lips. It wasn’t him.

You’d lost Leah in the mayhem and you sat panting, pressing your back against the tree trunk.

“Leah!” You hissed into the dark forest where the both of you had ended up, the demon hot on your heels.

You could feel the fear seep into your bones. You weren’t sure if you were more afraid for yourself or for Leah. Maybe both.

You climbed to your feet, taking a deep breath before you felt someone grab you.

You struggled, only making out the figure of a man standing in front of you. You could feel his large calloused hands on your skin as he put a hand over your mouth, his other hand looped around your back.

“We’re here to help, okay?” He whispered.

You blinked back at his green eyes and nodded as he quietly let you go. “Listen, I’m Dean. This is my brother, Sam. We’re here to help, alright? Are you alone?”

In any other situation, you might have noticed how gently he spoke, or how kind his eyes looked but you shook your head, almost feeling tears pooling in your eyes. “My sister…”

He exchanged a glance with the man he's introduced as Sam and nodded. “Alright, I want you to stay here…”

“Dean.” Sam interrupted, throwing his brother a look. “We’re in the middle of a forest.”

Dean nodded. “Right. Stay close, alright?”

You moved through the forest now. Dean and Sam looked like they knew what they were doing as you followed them now, which made you feel a little more confident. You just needed to find Leah. If you could find Leah, everything would be okay.

“Wait.”

You could feel the blood run cold in your veins. “No…”

You saw her now, lying in the middle of a small clearing, bathed in the moonlight. “Weren’t you looking for me?”

Your brother’s voice sent your blood curdling in your veins and you could feel the tears as you almost gasped for breath.

You watched almost in disbelief as Dean and Sam tucked their guns back into their pants. “What…” Were they a part of this whole thing all along?

Dean glanced back at you. “Guns aren’t going to work.” Almost as if he felt the need to explain to you what was going on, as Sam gawked at his brother like he couldn’t believe he was wasting time on this.

Sam pulled out a long knife, as did Dean.

“Now, now, boys. Play nice. You kill me, you kill poor little Seth.” The demon drawled.

Your heart gave a little twist. “Seth…”

Dean stepped forward, his knife held out in front of him like he hadn’t even heard anything the demon had said.

“My work here’s done. See you around kids.” He sneered before Seth’s head was thrown back and a gust of black smoke billowed out his mouth and up into the trees, Seth crumpling onto the floor, his body lifeless now.

You ran, shoving past Dean and Sam straight for your siblings.

“Leah!”

There was blood everywhere, across her mangled chest that looked like it had been clawed apart. “No, no… please… no…”

Leah’s eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at you.

“Leah, no…” You muttered, more to yourself than to her.

Leah grasped at your hand and smiled. “You live.” She whispered. “You don’t ever give up, you hear me?”

Tears were already blurring your vision. “You can’t… Leah, I only have you left. I can’t… Don’t…”

“I love you, Y/N.”

Those were the last words Leah ever said to you before the life left her body. You were shaking, but you turned to go to Seth when Dean held a hand to your shoulder and shook his head.

“But we didn’t…” You couldn’t understand it. The demon had definitely said that Seth would die if you killed it but you hadn’t killed it. None of you had.

Sam raised his head from where Seth lay. “I’m sorry.”

“No…” You lowered your head, feeling the grief overwhelm your body. You were literally all alone in this vast world. You had no one left in this world that had gotten ten times scarier than before.

“Hey, come on. We’ll help you.” Dean’s voice was in your ear.

They helped. Even though you didn’t know them, even though they didn’t even know your name, they carried your brother and sister to the outer edges of the clearing. You didn’t absorb everything Dean was telling you about what they called a hunter’s funeral, as they covered their bodies and lifted them onto a wooden platform they’d made.

You watched as they lit the fire, nodding to yourself as you talked to yourself in your head, turning everything over and over. But nothing was made clearer.

Dean glanced at you before he looked back at Sam. He wasn’t sure what it was about you that was tugging at his heartstrings but he couldn’t just leave you here.

“Hey, listen, is there anyone I can call?” Dean gently touched your arm.

You looked up at him, your eyes pooling with tears as you shook your head. “Everyone’s dead.” You whispered. “Seth… Leah… everyone…”

“Okay, okay, what’s your name?”

“Y/N.” You answered back, like a reflex.

Dean nodded, “Alright, Y/N. Let’s get you out of here first alright?” He moved to block the fire from your view now.

You looked up at him before your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you slumped forward.

You woke to find yourself in a room and you sat up with a jerk.

“Woah, woah. It’s okay, you’re okay.” Dean held his hands out towards you.

“Dean…?”

Dean smiled a little and nodded.

“Where am I?” You asked.

Sam stood from where he was sitting in a corner of the room. “You passed out, probably from shock. It’d be hard to explain to the hospital staff what happened and we didn’t know where else to take you so you’re at our place.”

“You feeling okay?” Sam asked.

You shrugged. “Physically, yes. I didn’t get hurt.”

Dean and Sam helped you out of bed and showed you out of the room and into the hallway, leading you down into another room that resembled a library and meeting room smashed into one.

The brothers exchanged a look as you sat down and Sam cleared his throat. “I know you’ll have a lot of questions but before that you’re in our place so I’m sure you’ll understand if we have our own questions.”

You nodded absentmindedly.

You weren’t sure how long the three of you sat there, talking. You told them selective things about you, about what had happened, about Leah and about Seth. In turn, the Winchesters told you about the demon. They’d been tracking him for a while. All they really knew was that it was a demon called Corson and that he’d been doing this for a while. A demon.

You took this all in, your expression not changing.

“Why?” You asked.

Dean sighed and shrugged. “We don’t know either. There isn’t a clear pattern to anything this son of a bitch does. That’s why it’s so hard to track him.”

“So you guys are hunting him?” You asked, looking from Dean to Sam.

Sam nodded.

“I want in.”

Dean looked at you and looked like he was seriously considering it for a moment before he shook his head. “No, it’s too dangerous.”

You gave him a pointed look. “I’ve done dangerous.”

“That was barely the tip of the iceberg.” Dean snapped. “This will change you.”

“I’ve already changed. Everything has changed.” You answered, although your voice was low now and you didn’t look up at him. “I don’t have anywhere to go.”

“You can stay until the end of the week. But you have to find somewhere else to be.” Dean said, matter-of-factly before he walked out of the room, not even waiting for your response.

“Dean.” Sam caught up to his older brother. “You know, I can empathize with her.”

Dean looked up at Sam.

“Dean, come on. Look at what demons did to our family.”

Dean gave Sam a pointed look. “And look where that’s got us. A lifetime of hunting evil sons-of-bitches. We’ve died more times than I can count, and that’s not even to mention the people we’ve gotten killed.”

Dean bit the inside of his cheek as he paused.

“I’m not ruining her life. Or getting her killed.”

Sam sighed but knew it was useless arguing with Dean. He turned back in your direction, he could just see the slight sagging of your shoulders as you sat at the table and sighed again. He knew Dean was right, that it’d be safer if you stayed out of senseless revenge fighting.

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Small announcement as we all wait patiently for my storytelling bones to revive after summer ended and I’ve gone back to teaching (it’s been dreadful btw, 8th graders are mean).

In between writing my new series coming up, I’ve been going back and rewriting an older series that needed some revamping! This first series is one I loved the concept of, but after reading through it, I was cringing horribly at how cliche and annoying I had written the main character. The story had a good basis, but lord, was I pulling from my limited knowledge of how to make a story intriguing and original.

With all that being said… I’ve gone through and re-wrote it! If you’ve read it in the past and liked it, see what you think on what a more well-seasoned🧂🧅🧄 author can do now ;)

If you haven’t read it yet, it’s ok. I started it again recently and had many epiphanies of my cringey pick-me-girl language I gave my lead… BUT it should be MUCH BETTER now!! And who knows, 3 years from now, I’ll be making it even better. For now, I’m happier with it than before.

I’m hoping to get the first 5 chapters released sometime this weekend after I do a final run-through, but this series should be posted in completion in a week.

Without further ado…. The Protection Program (An adaptation of an original series from 4 years ago.)

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You’re On Your Own, Kid Masterlist

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The Intrusion - Chapter 1

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Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Life is fine. Life is peaceful. Its just you, and your nice big home, with no one to bother you, and no one to invade your privacy. Until all of a sudden, there is.

Word count: 1,726

Warnings: language, gunshot, bit of angst but we're just testing the waters really.

Crap. There was someone in the house. Your house. Well, technically not your house, not on paper. But no one else lived there, and hadn't in decades, so surely by proxy that made it your house?

Anyway, this was not good. You'd gone over five years living here now, and hadn't had an inch of trouble. Sure, every now and then a lost traveller ended up driving up to the door and stopping to investigate the strange building, but the same ancient technology that apparently stopped call or GPS detection also notified you of their incoming, giving you enough time to shut down the electrics and hide any sign of occupancy.

Not this time. You jumped out of your skin as you heard the thud of the heavy barricade door and the roar of power light up the place. You could hide, sure, but there were only two ways out the building; the front door these intruders had just entered through, and the underground garage, which you hadn't figured out how to open despite all these years.

"Looks like that armoury is gonna be coming in useful after all", you muttered under your breath, sliding your way down the corridors in socks to stay as quiet as possible. By the lack of movement from the hall, it didn't seem like your unwelcome guests knew the layout of the maze of a place. You finally reached the fascinating room, equipped with enough ammunition to destroy New York City, and opted for a smallish hand gun. With absolutely no knowledge about weapons, you couldn't name the piece, but having given pretty much everything in the room a try, you knew this was your favourite.

Sneaking back out, gun poised, you headed in the direction of the voices. Two men, by the sounds of it, who were about as astonished by the place as you had been when you'd first discovered it. As you peered round the solid brick wall into the library you couldn't help but grin at the giddiness of the two men. The tall one with the shaggy hair was marvelling at the thousands of books, gushing about how much lore each contained. The other wasn't listening to a word he said as he attempted a warrior pose with a samurai sword, thrusting it forward and back. Brothers, surely, you thought with a hint of sadness as to how you could tell.

You must have brought your guard down a bit as you lent against the wall, letting the side of the gun clank against the hard stone. That was all they needed to prick their ears up, and the two men suddenly leapt into action, whipping out guns from their waistbands at a terrific speed. As they started stalking towards you, you jumped out, accidentally pressing the trigger and sending a rogue bullet flying into the air. With a shriek, you dropped the gun and froze in panic.

"Hands up!" shouted Samurai guy, looking much less adorable and really quite scary now. You complied, frowning slightly.

"Sorry...I erm...I've never actually shot anything live before..."

The men exchanged cautious glances and the tall one tilted his head to the side. "Who are you?"

You cleared your throat and straightened up a little, remembering where you were. "The occupier of this house, thats who I am. Don't you think I should be asking the questions mister, seeing as you've just broken in?"

He glanced to his right, shrugging before the pair moved to put their guns away. "This is your place?" Samurai doubted.

You shifted on the spot, trying to remain casual. "Well, I'm the one thats been living here the past handful of years, so I'm pretty sure its not yours."

With a smug look on his face, Samurai dug in his pocket and fished out a rather extravagant looking key. "How'd you think we got in then, huh?"

"Whatever," you brushed them off. "Key or no key, you're still trespassing."

"Actually, something tells me you're the one trespassing. The look on your face just then makes me think you didn't even know a key to this place existed." Dammit, tall floppy hair had figured you out.

"I knew there was a key," you mumbled. "I just didn't know where it was, and I knew it was hard to find. Which means if you've got it, you're not just here to grab some shit and run."

"You're right," Samurai stepped forward close enough that you could smell his intoxicating musky leather. "Look sweetheart, its all-well-and-good you squatting here free-rein for a while, but times up. This ain't just some old Cold War bunker, theres some serious shit in here. So how about you do the right thing, and let us take it from here, huh?"

Wow. Who the fuck did this guy think he was? "Serious shit? Damn right there is, and you're a lunatic if you think I'm going to hand it over to you willy-nilly. Don't make me ask you again. Who the hell are you?"

Tall shaggy put a hand on the other man's shoulder and gave him a look. "I'm sorry, we didn't mean to just barge in on your personal space. My name is Sam Winchester, and this here is my brother Dean. We got this key from...well, its a long story, but it was rightfully given to us. The things here, we need them for our work."

You scoffed. "Your work? Wow, I didn't put you down as academics, thats for sure. Especially not you," you sent devil eyes towards Samurai - Dean -, "but if thats the case, you're real desperate for those PhDs."

"We're not teachers or academics or whatever," grumbled Dean, who was clearly starting to get impatient. "We're hunters, and I'm not gonna go into what that means right now, except that you need to clear on out."

Hunters? Wait, you'd read about hunters..."no fucking way," the words left your mouth in an exhaled breath.

"What?" Sam questioned, his face contorting into a frown.

"So it is real. All of it? Jesus Christ..." you couldn't believe it. All the stories you'd heard growing up, you were certain they were fairytales. Sure, being in this place, surrounded by all these books and lore and weapons, all the evidence pointed in the other direction, but that didn't necessarily mean anything. Except that now, two strangers were standing in front of you, claiming to be part of the mystery...

"Alright, we've told you who we are. Your turn," Dean knocked you out of your astonishment.

"I'm someone very confused as to why two hunters are involved in Men of Letters business. As far as I was aware, the two never exactly had the closest relationship."

"You - you know about the Men of Letters?" Sam's head whipped from you to Dean, then back to you.

"No shit, Sherlock. I'm living in their old bunker, aren't I?" This was getting ridiculous now. "Look, I take it you two aren't gonna be leaving any time soon, and I need a drink to continue this stupid conversation. I'm assuming you'll join me?" You turned to a cabinet on your right, opening up the doors and pulling out a tray of decanters. You poured half an inch of whisky into three tumblers, sliding them across the table to the intriguing guests. You couldn't help but notice the light in Dean's eyes brighten a little, and you knew the act had softened him a bit.

"You still haven't told us your name," Sam noted as he took a hesitant seat round the table. You downed your drink, pouring another, before you answered.

"Y/F/N. Y/F/N Y/L/N. I had a great grandad or great uncle or something who used to work here, thats how I knew about the place."

"Thats right," Sam hurriedly agreed. He turned to his brother. "Y/L/N, that was one of the men Henry said worked alongside him."

You snorted. "Dude, when I said great grandad or great uncle or something, I meant it. I never met the guy, he died way before I was born. The whole lot of them are extinct, if you believe the stories anyway. And besides, that would make the guy what, like 110? You barge into a care home before this or something?"

"Y/N, what we do is complicated." Dean swished his drink around before sending it down the hatch.

"But if you're related to the Men of Letters, you know that already, don't you?" Sam gave you an unnerving look.

"Look, I'm not actually a Men of Letters, or a Man of Letters, or whatever the right phrase is. Some guy in my family was, years and years ago, and my Dad used to tell me all these stories about him and what he did when I was a kid. He must've hung around this place a lot when he was younger, cos I've had all the time in the world to read these books and the stories match. That's it, alright?"

"They're not stories," Dean growled. "It's all true, and I think you know that, don't you?"

Ahh fuck. Was that creepy or sexy? You downed your second drink to hide the fluster surely creeping into your cheeks by now.

"I've no reason to believe it. I've never seen any of this stuff, I've just read about it. You gonna tell me you actually kill monsters for a living?"

"Yes. That's exactly what we do." Okay, sexy. Definitely sexy.

You took a deep breath, hand hovering over the decanter before deciding against it. You hadn't drunk like an idiot for months now, and you'd be damned before you fell back on that bandwagon.

"Fine. I suppose that adds up. Who am I to argue, huh?" You pushed yourself out the chair with a heave, sliding the decanter towards them. "I'm tired, so I'm gonna go get some beauty sleep. I take it you're not leaving, so I suggest you do the same. You look like you need it." Without making eye contact, you walked as casually as you could towards the door.

"Oh," you called over your shoulder, pausing for a split second. "Don't even think about trying to gut me in the middle of the night. I'm far better with a knife than I am with a gun."

| Chapter 2 |

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 1 year

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Wrong Number (Part 2)

Summary: The reader has second thoughts about meeting up with Jensen in person until he comes up with a plan that works for them both...

Part 1

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 2,200ish

Warnings: language, previous bad marriage

A/N: Look what I found hiding away in my drafts!

By the time lunch had rolled around, you were wondering what the hell you had agreed to do that night. Fly to Austin? Meet a complete and total stranger?

Who knew if the guy even was who he said was? Maybe he was just some guy that had hacked you and was manipulating you and was going to drag you off to who knew where.

You were ready to text Jensen, or whoever he was, and tell him no way you were going, just as a call came in from him.

“Hello?” you answered, leaving your desk and ducking out the side door of the building.

“Hey, Y/N. Uh. About this weekend...can we reschedule? I really, really want to see you but Cati is moving some of her crap out of the house apparently and I’d really rather not get you involved with that basket of crazy.”

“Oh. Yeah, that’s totally cool. I uh,” you said, leaning back against the brick building. “I was actually going to call you and cancel before you got a flight for me.”

“Oh. I feel not so bad then. You get roped into work?” he asked. You very easily could lie and he was nice enough to not say anything. But a part of you didn’t like lying with him. You hadn’t so far and he was still there.

“No. I uh, got sort of nervous. Flying down out of the blue to meet a guy I’ve never met,” you said.

“It’s okay,” he said, voice gentler than you were expecting. “If I was you, I’d be pretty skeptical of me too. If you never want to meet, that’s okay. I’d never want to make you uncomfortable.”

“How do I know you’re real?” you asked. “That this isn’t some scam or something.”

“Next weekend there’s a convention in Dallas. How about I book you a flight for that, a hotel room and everything, get you hooked up with a badge and all that and Saturday night, if you like how the concert goes, we can go out on a date afterwards. Plenty of people around, I’ll stay away until you know I’m not pulling anything. How’s that sound?”

“What do you mean about the concert?” you asked.

“Well, you’re concerned I’m not really who I say I am, right?”

“I’m being stupid. I mean, I can tell by your voice that-”

“Ah, ah. You’re right. I went too overboard with the asking you to stay over my house thing. This is my do over. So, you tell me to wear something on Saturday night and when you see me with it on, then you’ll know it’s really me,” he said.

“Or we could just facetime?” you asked.

“Oh, come on. My way’s more fun and cheesy and romantic,” he chuckled.

“I can pick whatever I want?”

“Go for it,” he said.

“Alright. Let me think about it and I’ll text you the next few days,” you said.

“Alright. I guess I’ll see you next weekend then.”

“I guess you will, Ackles.”

One Week Later

“Hi,” you said, nervously tapping on a security guard dressed in a black suit on the shoulder. They looked down at you and your swallowed. You held up your badge like Jensen had told you to do earlier in the day and the guy talked into a radio for a moment before he waved you back.

Carefully you wandered into a back hall, someone showing you down to a back room. They stopped you outside of it and you paused, the person going inside. A moment later they exited, followed by Jensen, his face lighting up when he saw you.

“Hi,” you said.

“Hi. You are...fuck, you’re pretty,” he said. You smirked and he shared one of his own. “I pass the test?”

“I like your pink bandana,” you said, Jensen laughing as he pulled it from his back pocket.

“I so knew you were gonna pick something pink too,” he said, holding it out to you. “To be honest, I got a little nervous you weren’t real either.”

“Yeah well, I thought we decided you’ve been hurt enough lately,” you said. “No tricks.”

You tied the bandana around his wrist, Jensen smiling back at you.

“Let me say bye to my friends quick and then we can get out of here,” he said.

“Take your time,” you said. He ducked inside and was out less than thirty seconds later, clasping his hands behind his back. “So. What do actor rockstars do for first dates?”

“I could go for some dinner and a drink,” he said. “I know a good hole in the wall place. You like steak?”

“Who doesn’t?” you said.

“I knew there was a reason I liked you,” he said. “You enjoy the show?”

“Yeah. You’re not half bad,” you said. He rubbed the back of his neck and you swore you saw a bit of blush on his face. “So this place close by?”

“It’s probably a fifteen minute walk from here if that’s okay,” he said.

“Yeah. No problem. I’m not one for heels unless I know I’ll be able to sit,” you said.

“Really? I thought you worked in an uppity uppity office,” he said.

“I do. I kick them off under my desk constantly,” you said. “I wasn’t really sure what the dress code was so I stuck to the basics.”

“Basics are always a good bet,” he said, holding open the door for you, the cooler night air refreshing after being in the hot room the past few hours. “I dig the neon orange sneakers.”

“Thanks,” you said, taking off your badge and shoving it in your purse. He was quiet as you made your way to a street corner, waiting for the crossing light. “Jensen?”

“Hm?”

“We do know each other. Can we get over this awkward thing in the air?” you asked.

“Yeah. I’d much rather get back to teasing you over how you call heating frozen waffles cooking dinner,” he said. You rolled your eyes and he chuckled. “Even on 14 hour work days, I still made a meal.”

“Well I can’t cook. You knew that coming into this relationship,” you said.

“Oh, relationship?” he teased, getting a hip bump from you. “You’re hot. I can handle your bad cooking in exchange.”

“Such a guy,” you said, the light going green. You started to walk but Jensen held out a hand, a car rushing through the red. “Not used to a city.”

“You get used to it. I much prefer the suburbs for living,” he said, the two of you starting to walk again. “Weren’t you thinking about renting a small house instead of that apartment?”

“As much as I loathe the one bedroom, size of a shoebox place, it’s cheap. Houses are expensive,” you said.

“Yeah but it’s not in a great neighborhood. You work late sometimes. Isn’t there that skeevy guy outside always?”

“I’m not worried. I honestly will probably get a promotion to the New York City or LA office soon. I’m not killing myself for nothing,” you said.

“But do you like it?” he asked. “Being a financial spy.”

“Financial investigator,” you said with a laugh.

“Same thing,” he said, putting his hands in his pockets. “I don’t know. I’ve worked the long days so I know they suck. But I got breaks and I love what I do.”

“Then why end the show?” you asked.

“Cause I love it and I didn’t want it to go to shit. Five years from now, they get in another writer, I’d sign on for a movie or miniseries in a heartbeat,” he said. “We’re just going on a break in my mind. Jared’s too. But I got another job lined up for the fall. Not everyday is perfect. No job is. But I do love what I get to do. I don’t know if I could do that with a job I hated.”

“When I was a kid, I wanted to be an architect. Then an engineer. Then a heart surgeon. Then I went to college for business and finance because it’s a safe bet. The world always needs those kinds of people,” you said.

“They need those other kinds of people too,” he said. “I guess even nerds have to love the finance jobs.”

“I sorta hate it,” you said.

“I know. You vent about it sometimes. Plus your boss sounds like a dick.”

“Don’t remind me. He was mad cause I used a single day of vacation time. Not like I have a gajillion hours saved or anything.”

“Would you ever go back? School?”

“I’ve been out of college eight years. No way would I survive another four.”

“I think you could. But I’ve never been so who am I to say,” he said. “You should take more time off.”

“Now you sound like my mom,” you laughed. “My parents have always owned their own business. I don’t think they quite get it.”

“Maybe not. Still. It’s good to take some time every once in a while,” he said. “You have to fly home tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Flight’s at 7:30. I gotta run after your panel,” you said.

“I feel like I made you come all the way out here for a few hours together,” he said.

“I’m enjoying the convention,” you said. “And the company.”

“Want to know how the show ends?” he teased. You whacked his shoulder and he laughed, a devilish smile on his face. “I can’t tell you that. I wouldn’t spoil it.”

“Yet you’re up for more. I wonder what that tells me,” you said.

“I’m also going to be taking more time off,” he said. “Try to have a lazy day every now and then.”

“Good. You work too much,” you said.

“So. You wanna take some time off with me?”

“I’ve known you for a grand total of seven minutes.”

“We’ve known each other more than two months. We talk every day. It’s been a lot more than seven minutes,” he said. You were quiet for a beat, Jensen’s hand bumping yours a few times before he curled a finger around yours. He slid his fingers through yours, lacing your hands together.

“I know I’ve said this a million times but you didn’t deserve what she did.”

“I know the cheating wasn’t my fault.”

“You know I’m talking about the other thing.”

“I know that one too,” he said. “I’m glad she fucked around to be honest.”

“Why?”

“Because I’d rather dump her before we got into the whole kid situation.”

“I thought she fucked that up with what she said and all.”

“She definitely tried. But I got a good lawyer and he found enough evidence to prove it wasn’t true. So we came to a deal.”

“Really? I hadn’t heard of that.”

“It happened this week when we finalized everything. As of Tuesday, I am 100% officially divorced. Yay,” he chuckled.

“She got the house, didn’t she,” you said.

“Actually, she didn’t get anything. I let her keep her stuff, like clothes and her car but that was it. She didn’t get a dime. It was part of our deal. Amazing how much you can keep when you have the threat of prison time over the other person,” he said.

“It still sucks you had to go through all of that,” you said.

“My sister says I was a sucker from the start. She always thought Cati was a bitch and I never got it until I caught what Cati was up to. Mac picked up on evil chick radar way better than I ever did apparently.”

“S’okay to be a sucker. It means you’re kind,” you said.

“I thought you never had a legit boyfriend you said.”

“I haven’t. Doesn’t mean I haven’t been a sucker,” you said.

“That guy the reason you never went and had one?”

“Pretty much. Much safer in your own personal bubble,” you said.

“True,” he said, giving your hand a squeeze. “Hard to find someone you trust to not just not hurt you but also somebody that makes you feel safe.”

“Cati ever do that for you?”

“No. I thought she did but I can tell the difference now,” he said. “I just started seeing this girl. I think I might trust her.”

“Oh? Well I can tell you she might trust you too,” you said.

“Y/N.”

“Yes?”

“Quit that stupid job. Get out of that office and away from freaking Chad. I know it eats you up.”

“I’ll think about it,” you said. “Got any more cons for awhile?”

“Not for about two months,” he said.

“Maybe some weekend you could come visit,” you said with a shrug.

“Maybe next weekend,” he said, a big smile plastered on his cheeks. “If you’re free.”

“I am,” you said.

“Good. It’s a date then,” he said.

“Assuming this one goes well,” you said.

“How am I doing so far?”

“Pretty decent. I don’t want to give it away just yet.”

“And I’m the one that teases in this relationship. Right,” he said, slowing his walk as you approached a restaurant. “Ladies first.”

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Cold Little Heart

[Castiel x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Castiel returns, despite his hesitations

WC: 1,106

Category: Angst, Little bit of Fluff, Lime/Steamy

“And I know in my heart, in this cold heart. I can live, or I can die.”

『••✎••』

You felt his arm wrap around your torso, bringing you closer. The demons were surrounding you both, growling and snarling like rabid dogs. You watched in fear as he threw his angel blade at the wall, causing the sigils to crack and break.

You screamed his name in fear as they all rushed forward, but when you felt a firm press on your forehead, it relaxed your nerves immediately. As you stood there, you felt a gush of wind surround you at a lightning speed before stopping like it was never there in the first place.

You knew you were safe when it became silent. You were finally safe. You were home, or at least the hotel room you rented.

“Cassie…” Your voice stammers a bit, the sudden goosebumps that had formed now was fading away into your skin.

Hold still.” His gruff voice spoke, just above a whisper. His hand gazed over your stomach with arms still attached around your lower back. You obliged to his words as you watched the soft blueish light illuminate from his hand to your stomach, the blood dissolving into nothing. Your wound healing in a matter of seconds.

When he finished, his vibrant eyes stared back at yours with a vigorous intensity. You had recently compared them to a husky — being that Cas had a personality similar to that of the puppy, but looking at his eyes now, they changed.

His eyes were now fire in water, passion in ice. The once mindless, dull eyes were now full of expression. Its shade was of an ideal raindrop on a blue aster. The shade of a waterway rushing to join the extraordinary sea.

He knew being here with you was wrong, but he could barely control himself at this point. He’s been fighting himself for nearly three months, avoiding your face to avoid everything else. Both Dean and Sam had noticed — he was sure of it — but neither commented. They allowed him to hurt your feelings, conflict your emotions. It was a shitty thing to do, but he had to do it. He couldn’t risk it.

He couldn’t risk you being collateral damage.

His hands had moved up to your forearms, grasping them firmly. His eyes never left yours, admiration forming into his ardent eyes. It was like a gravitational force came upon you, pulling you closer into him. Your hands found its way to his chest, pulling your arms out of his grasp.

He leaned down, creating a small gap between the two of you. His lips were hovering over yours, just inches apart. His hands gripped your hips, preventing you from falling.

Of course, he never fully stayed away. With all that was happening around the world and the brothers constantly fighting greater evils, he found himself occasionally flying to see you. You couldn’t see him, but he was there. For everything.

If this had been a few years ago, he would be emotionless… thinking nothing of how you’d feel. But, you helped him see the world worth living for. You — and the brothers, but mostly you — gave him humanity. Gave him purpose other than the orders he was created to follow.

His heart broke every time you collapsed in despair. Your quiet sobs soaking into your pillows, trying to keep those emotions hidden from the brothers. He always wondered why you never cried in Dean’s arms… or Sam’s. They’d always make time for you.

Eventually, after every day of watching your endless suffering, it finally snapped him out of it. You had gone on a hunt, fighting demons despite being at a definite disadvantage. No boys… no Bobby… it was as if you were suicidal at this point, and he couldn’t take it anymore.

That’s when he stepped in, body slamming the two demons in front of you — smiting them quickly and efficiently. He would never forget the face you made as the two of you made contact… there was light. Hope.

The moment was shortly caught off as more demons poured in like a swarm of zombies. It was clear you had underestimated the swarm, and he was very thankful he was around otherwise you’d dead within a minute.

Before he could close the gap between the two of you, he pulled away. “I can’t.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Can’t?”

He sighed, looking down. “I’m an angel of the lord.”

“Yeah, Cassie, I kinda know that.” You retorted with a slight smile.

He gave you an annoyed expression, rolling his eyes. “I meant us, as in… us. It’s…it’s frowned upon.”

“Well, I’m already frowned upon by my parents, so it’s not much of a shocker—”

He rolled his eyes again, interrupting you. “Angels aren’t supposed to feel love. They’re not supposed to feel anything for that matter.”

“But you do so that doesn’t matter.” You stated, voice barely above a whisper. “It’s okay, Cassie, we’re okay.”

“No, we’re- we’re not.” He sighed, “I thought I could fix this by leaving. I thought if I had left you alone, everything would slowly fix itself. But, I was wrong. It’s still there. Everything is still there.”

“Cas…”

“I’m sorry, I should’ve been there.” His hands had cupped your face as he sighed into you. You saw the pain he held in his eyes, clearly he had been suffering just as you did. “I inflicted pain on you for selfish reasons. I was a coward, hiding away, instead of facing my fears.”

“Cas, you rebelled against everything you’ve ever believed in to help us. To help Dean save his brother. You practically broke every rule in the angel rule book. You faced Uriel… Anna… Zachariah… how could you be that scared after facing them? After everything we faced—?!”

You were cut off by Cassie’s sudden closeness. You hadn’t realized how much it escalated until your body had been pushed against the wall, his lips devouring yours, feeling hungry and ambiguous. Your lungs felt clenched, the air being sucked out of you, as your lips became numb with his touch.

Castiel was apprehensive at first, leaving feathery kisses that felt hesitant. His hands had wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer into the heat of his body. Your hands slowly tangled and gripped his hair, guiding him along as you deepened the kiss.

When your back found its way against the wall, his hands pinned your head in place. A whine escaped your throat as he slithered his tongue down, dancing and intertwining with yours as your hands caressed down from his neck to his spine.

Eventually his hand found his tie, yanking it off with one tug, before discarding it onto the floor. His overcoat following in pursuit.

“I believe if I just try, you believe in you and I.”

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Wild Hearts (Part 5) - Six Years After Dean Left

Summary: It's been nearly six years since Dean and the reader became friends. Now that they finally have a chance to reunite he's desperately hoping for a chance at the love they denied themselves in the past.

Masterlist

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Square: “All I wanted was a happy ending.”

Word Count: 3,137

Warnings: age gap (reader is 21-22, Dean is 26-27), time jump, mentions of physical abuse by a parent/violence/death, pining, a hint of jealousy, protective!Dean, kissing/cuddling, fluffy fluff fluff

A/N: These two are adorably irresistible together. Ultimately decided to post the rest of this series in the order I wrote it because I feel it reads better.

_____

Six years after Dean left.

The town you once thought would never feel like home had grown on you since Dean. That’s how you thought of him, as if Dean was a fixture in time, in your past; a turning point. And he was. So you hadn’t stayed in hopes of his return, it had been six years after all since he left. You stayed because it was home.

Your brother eventually moved to the city, with that blonde you thought it would never work out with, and now you saw him on weekends when they dropped by for dinner and a day at the beach. They didn't have any plans for getting married or having kids though, and that was fine, they were just young and in love, or lust depending on who you asked.

You still lived at home for the time being to save money while you commuted to finish off your final year of college. You liked life by the beach. It was simple and though it could get crowded with tourists in the summer months, you wouldn't trade it for the bustling city life.

Summers were spent working with Cas at his local art gallery. He needed help during the busy season and he lacked the people skills he needed to sell his creations. His family had helped him acquire the place since they were well off and you were pleasantly surprised at his handiwork. He turned out the most beautiful carvings and sculptures from driftwood and found objects he'd picked up from the beach.

You didn't regret taking a gap year to figure out what you wanted to study and you settled on a degree in Business. In your spare time, you volunteered at the youth group in town that you and Benny organized together. He had been all in when you proposed the idea to him and you both wanted to create a safe place for kids -both like and unlike Sam and Dean- to go to for support. Even if that just meant playing board games, making crafts, or taking them sand surfing for an afternoon so they'd have a place to go where they wouldn't get into trouble.

Dean was pretty proud of you when you told him about it and promised to visit back in February. But he never made it out and you lost contact for a bit after that. You guessed life got in the way, but it made you a little sad.

You still loved getting his postcards though and had been on the tips of your toes ever since the latest one arrived a couple months ago. He'd written that he was 'coming home' and 'soon' but he didn't say when. So when your mom handed you a postcard that afternoon, you nearly leapt out of your skin.

There was no stamp so you figured he had hand delivered it and he'd written, '...meet me under our streetlamp...' your heart beat so fast it felt as though it would fly away if it wasn't held in by your ribcage.

You had bought a new dress in the hopes of seeing him after his last postcard and rushed into your room to throw it on. Every time he'd seen you was in jeans and boxy t-shirts and even though you knew he didn't care, you wanted to look nice.

Sure it was a little chilly outside, but the length of the dress reached your ankles and you wore leggings underneath, a light jean jacket overtop and sneakers, because heels take balance. Which you didn't have. Then with a glance in the mirror, you dashed out the door towards your truck, still the same ridiculous burnt orange colour as the day you got it.

You pulled into the empty parking lot of the pier, instantly spotting the mint-condition, shiny black Impala. You parked beside Baby, but Dean wasn’t in the driver’s seat and the engine was cold when you hopped out of your truck and felt the hood with your palm. You peered inside, not a single takeout bag or ketchup packet in sight. Not that he didn't eat that type of food but he kept her tidy like she deserved.

Backing away from Baby you noted her brand new-old headlight and the lack of dents in the front bumper. Dean must've finally found those parts he was checking every salvage yard for.

You turned on your heel and glanced down the lot, spying Donna’s ice cream shop; it was around the same time of year you met Dean which meant the shops would be closing soon for the winter. You smiled and looked across to the bench that sat under the streetlamp. Your spot from that night six years ago.

A man sat on the bench staring out at the horizon as a sailboat headed towards the harbour in the distance. He turned his gaze as though he felt your eyes on him and squinted, then stood up.

You thought you'd recognize Dean anywhere, but you couldn't remember the last time you video chatted and when you had, the connection was too fuzzy to see anything other than frozen pixels. You stepped slowly towards the man, giving him a squint of your own eyes and tilting your head. Mirroring him when he smiled.

"Y/N?" He called over the distance and you'd recognize that deep voice anywhere. Dean.

You ran towards him with a beaming smile and jumped into his arms, knocking him back a step. His hands clutched your waist and he lifted you and spun you around as he laughed.

"I almost didn't recognize you. Are you wearing a dress?" Dean chuckled and set you on your feet.

Your cheeks burned, "Well, I remember you were a big fan of the skirt." You teased him about the time he saw you in your school uniform and his cheeks burned just as red. "What's this?" You brushed his jawline with your fingertips, feeling the stubble against your skin.

Dean's neck flushed under your touch, "Uh, yeah. I probably should've shaved again before I came here but I didn't want to take a chance at missing you."

"I dunno, I think it kinda suits you," you shrugged, unable to keep your smirk to yourself. "Your beard was practically nonexistent when we met."

"I don't think you wanna talk about things that were practically nonexistent when we met." His eyes dropped to your chest for half a second.

You gasped and shoved him in the shoulder and he burst out laughing. You couldn't help but notice the natural tone in his muscles and how much broader he'd gotten.

"You grew up." You squeezed Dean's shoulders, barely able to get your hands around them now.

"I should be saying that about you." He sucked his lip as he looked you over. "Seriously, though. Did you get taller?"

"Yeah, sure. Let's call it taller," but you knew what he really meant. You grew into your body and you owned it now even if you still dressed like you were a sixteen-year-old tomboy most days, but you weren't afraid to throw on a dress every now and again for special occasions, like today.

It was a bit of a gloomy day but there was enough warmth in the way he looked at you that you didn't care.

You grabbed his hand and tugged him to sit on the bench with you. "I missed you."

"We text almost everyday, Y/N." He smiled. "And talk as much as possible."

"Not for a while now. You kind of ghosted me after Valentine's day." You said, still holding his hand and playing with his fingers between yours. "I should be more mad at you, but I missed you too much, I couldn't not come meet you if I tried."

"It wasn't fair to you," he squeezed your fingers in his, "I’m sorry, Y/N. If it’s any consolation, I missed you every minute.” He bit his bottom lip like he did often. "But we both know we couldn’t be together back then-”

“All I wanted was a happy ending for you, Dean." You cut him off and waved your hand. "And Sam, and you guys have that now, in California. I'm so happy for you."

"Yeah," he breathed and brushed his hair back, not that he needed to, it was much shorter now. "About that. I'm not going back." You dropped your jaw and pushed your brows together. "With my father gone, there's really no reason to stay away anymore," he grabbed your hand and clutched it to his chest, "And every reason in the world to stay right here."

"But won't you miss Sam?"

"Of course, but he has Jess now and he doesn't need me anymore. I think for once in my life, I'm going to do something completely selfish and, despite some painful memories, I've always loved this town. It's where my mother grew up and had my brother and me. She taught me to ride my bike on this pier, I have the scar on my knee to prove it and I taught Sammy four years later. My friends are here, you're here. I don't think I need much more of a reason than that."

You stared at him and opened your mouth, then closed it, speechless, and he smiled.

"Y/N, when I picture myself happy, it's with you. In this town, with this ocean and that ice cream," he pointed to Donna's across from where you sat on the bench. "I wanna settle down, have a family with you; raise our kids in a house that's a home and have a happy little existence with my dream girl by my side."

"I'm your dream girl?" You blinked up at him.

"You've been starring in my dreams for longer than I care to admit. And now here we are. Same spot as the first night we met. Sam is safe and I don't have to deal with my prick of a father anymore. You're almost twenty-two, I'm twenty-six and the five years between us is just that."

"Um, Dean..." you bit the inside of your cheek and he deflated.

"You're with someone, aren't you?" He asked and you nodded twice, trying to hide a smirk. "That makes sense. You're beautiful and smart and strong and I never had a chance. The timing is always gonna be wrong for us and I shouldn't have expected-" He sighed and rubbed his knuckles like they were split, but this time they weren't. "He better treat you right."

"I love you."

"Huh?" His green eyes flicked up to meet yours and you let the smirk take over.

"I love you." You repeated.

"I don't think your boyfriend would appreciate that, Y/N." He shook his head, his breath heavy.

"Oh, I don't think he'll mind." You leaned into him and let your lips connect in a quick kiss. Dean was so stunned he didn't move and you whispered, "In case you didn't catch on, I'm talking about you."

He bit his lip and laughed silently. "I think you made that painfully obvious, sweetheart. But, way to give a guy a heart attack."

You didn't set out to wait for Dean, but you weren't about to settle for any less either. And keeping in touch over the years kept those feelings alive; like feeding fuel to a flame and you could feel the fire in your belly.

You kissed him again, "You made me wait."

"It wasn't easy for me either," he cupped your cheek and brushed your skin with the pad of his thumb. "And I love you, too, Y/N, more than you’ll ever know.”

He wet his lips and pressed them to yours. The heat from his mouth warming your skin and his hand tangling in your hair. It wasn't your first kiss with Dean but somehow, it felt like it was. It was the beginning of something real, with nothing to hold you back and keep you away from each other.

A butterfly sprung to life from the fires in your stomach and you drew back, "So, what now?"

"What do you mean?" He brushed your hair behind your ear.

"What happens now? Do you move into your father's old house?" You asked.

It had been sitting empty since him and Sam left and now that John was dead, everything was in their names. It wasn't something that Dean ever wanted to talk about but you'd found out that John finally picked a fight with someone big enough to fight back.

"I'll burn it to the ground before I move back there." He almost laughed though he was completely serious. You couldn't imagine the painful memories that place held for him; they overpowered anything nice their mother had been a part of creating there. You couldn't blame him for not wanting to go back. "Cas and Benny said I could stay with them, they have a spare room and it'll give me time to sell off the house and find a place of my own. And maybe if I'm lucky, by then I won't have to move in alone?" He cocked an eyebrow at you that held a thousand questions.

"That depends," you sighed and glanced away from him, then back.

"On?" He smiled, knowing you were teasing him again.

"Whether you snore when you sleep, duh." You rolled your eyes playfully.

"I'll buy you earplugs." He kissed your cheek, then your lips.

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Four months after Dean came back.

It was cold outside, freezing actually and snowing heavily. If this wasn’t the last of the boxes, you and Dean would’ve waited to bring in the rest. You plopped down onto the floor in the living room amongst the many other stacked boxes. You’d accumulated more than you thought over the past few years, but you didn’t think it was that much until now. Dean set his box on top of the others and ignored it when they started to lean, opting to lie next to you on the floor and risk getting crushed by cardboard and clothing instead.

He rolled onto his side and propped his head on his hand. He gazed at you and reached out to brush the snow from your eyelashes.

You closed your eyes.

It was a cute little two story house that Dean had found with a wraparound porch, no walkway, and a big backyard. The house itself needed a lot of work, Dean saw nothing but potential and thought it was a steal. You had to agree and you weren't opposed to rolling your sleeves up and putting a little elbow grease into the place you would eventually call home.

When he first told you that your dad had helped him get a job in mechanics at Sandover Bridge and Iron, you were surprised to say the least. You always said you would never date a man whose job took precedence when it didn’t need to and you worried Dean would overwork himself to prove his worth to your father. But your father had figured out his work-life balance since you were a teenager and if he could do it then so could Dean; so you made an exception as if it was ever an option to walk away. Besides Dean always made it home for dinner and honestly without him, your new home together would just be a house.

What you had with him only came around once in a lifetime, you knew because you never felt the same about anyone else. Not even close.

You opened your eyes.

Dean looked at you like he could see your whole future together. Like nothing could tear you apart. And nothing would because you would never give up on each other.

"What are you thinking?" You asked even though you were pretty sure you already knew.

"That it's midnight and we'll very likely be snowed in by morning," he leaned over you and you felt his weight as he kissed you. "And we don't have a shovel."

"Benny could come dig us out," you breathed and he pressed his forehead to yours. "He owes you for fixing up his Jeep anyways."

"Mm," his lips brushed over yours, "I can't believe he still has that thing. Too bad we don't have a way of calling him, though."

"What are you talking about? I have my phone right here," you pulled your cell from your pocket but Dean took it and tossed it out of reach.

"Oops, guess we'll just have to stay stranded." He smirked and you laughed as he pecked kisses to your cheeks, squirming when his lips reached your neck, "Happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart."

You opened your mouth to speak but he silenced you with a kiss until you were breathless, then he started working over your neck with his tongue. You giggled and laughed until you twisted out from under him with a red spot on your pulse point.

This moment was perfect with him, but incomplete. There was only one thing missing to make it feel like home.

"Which box is the hammer in?"

"I think that one," he pointed to the box near the doorway, "Why?"

You pushed on his chest when he tried to kiss you again and he rolled off you, watching you curiously. You jumped up and dug around in the box until you found it and a nail, then grabbed the framed photograph you'd set aside in a box of breakables. He sat up and smiled when he recognized the frame.

It was the gift he'd given you before he left six years ago. The selfie of the two of you during your day of sand surfing. It was the first thing you'd hung on your wall back home and you wanted it to be the first thing you hung up in this house, too. Your home with Dean.

Over the years, you went from loving that photograph to hating it and back to loving it. You knew it was contingent on the way you were feeling about Dean at those times, but you never took it down. Until he asked you to move in with him, then it was the first thing you packed.

You curled your finger at him and he followed you into the master bedroom. You hung the photograph on the wall and dropped the hammer when Dean wrapped his arms around you from behind, swaying you back and forth; he smiled as brightly as he did the moment the photo was captured.

Dean looked at the photograph with you and dropped his chin to your shoulder.

"Love you," he kissed your cheek. "You make me stupidly happy, do you know that?" He kissed your neck, making you giggle.

"You make me stupidly happy, too."

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Carry On Masterlist

Summary: It was just a simple hunt, found on a pie festival. It was supposed to be easy. Something they’d all done one hundred and one times a million. No one could have told Y/N, Dean, and Sam that nothing from that point on would ever be the same again.

Warnings: Heavy, HEAVY TW: Dean’s final episode of SPN. (Season 15x20 spoilers). Graphic injury. Me botching medical jargon, A lot of pain, blood, and hospital type atmosphere. Injured Dean Winchester. Depression. PTSD. Angst. Some fluff. Eventual Smut. (Each chapter will be warned and have their own warnings to the best of my abilities.)

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Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

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Heart of a Hunter Act VII - Ch. 5

Characters: Dean x doctor!Reader, Sam Winchester

This story is Act 7 of a saga.

New to the story? Get caught up on the Heart of a Hunter Saga here.

All your favorite Winchesters are alive, in spite of the curse that nearly took them from you. After coming so close to losing the only family you have left in this world, you’re taking matters into your own hands. There’s a witch to hunt.

Series Warnings:

Character injuries/sickness - Take note that no one is excluded from this.

Canon-typical violence and language.

Lots of whump.

Lots of caring for hurt characters.

Smut (18 Only. NSFW. You were warned.)

Angst.

Fluff.

Medical talk. Is that even a warning

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Wordcount: 2212

Chapter 5

It was another day, another locator spell. Jonah was just down a few paces away in the war room in his playpen as Dean dangled the ring from it’s chain just off of the surface of the globe near the English channel region. Every day he’d started with the ring in position a little closer to France rather than home, a sign that his hopes of the witch having moved were diminishing with every attempt.

You might have offered to read the incantation, but Sam practically had it memorized at this point. He lifted the book containing the words into his hands, but barely bothered to glance at it as he spoke the incantation aloud. Addie reached out and took your hand in anticipation. She still hadn’t gotten used to the constant spells and craziness you and Sam and Dean barely blinked over.

The ring began quivering on the chain as the incantation drew to a close, and the palpable silence in the room when Sam finished made it obvious everyone was holding their breath as the ring tugged toward the West.

Dean’s eyes grew wide as you watched him gently adjust his hand to let the ring pull back toward the Atlantic Ocean. He held it with slight resistance, letting it guide his hand with the chain slowly. As it reached the middle of the ocean the ring spun wildly in circles but no longer pulled.

“She’s on the move,” you said, tearing your eyes away from the ring to look at Dean’s face.

"The slippery bitch is coming back," he breathed, meeting your gaze.

The chain twisted up until it prevented more spinning, and Dean gave it a quick little yank and caught the ring in his other palm.

"It’s been so long. I - I was starting to think she'd never do it," Sam said, disbelief coloring his tone.

"Just had to wait long enough to convince her it was safe," you added.

“You know what that means,” Dean said like a man on a mission. “She hits American soil and she’s ours.”

But knowing the time had finally come to go after the woman who had tried to take your entire family from you meant it was also time to have a very hard conversation with the guys. You'd been going over it in your head for what felt like forever, trying to find the words to plead your case. "Hold up guys, we need to talk."

"We need to gear up," Dean stated. "We can talk while Sam and I pack."

Sam moved to follow Dean, hand going to your shoulder with a little squeeze.

"No," you insisted. "I mean it. All of us. Right now."

Dean had taken a few steps but paused at the tone of your voice. He rounded to face you again, brow furrowed in confusion.

"Okay…. You've got my full attention, sweetheart. What is it?"

"You have to let me do this," you told them both, including Sam with a glance. "You have to let me go after her. Alone."

Dean was completely taken aback. "Wait, what? That’s not … no."

Dean gestured wildly with a finger between himself and Sam. "She kicked both our asses last time. And we're supposed to just let you go alone? You can’t seriously expect us to do that,” he said, indignant.

"I'm sure she's only coming back because she thinks she won," you added.

Dean shrugged. “Of course she is. Long as she’s coming back-”

“Hear me out,” you argued. “If she thinks you're dead and she’s got a way of checking, she’ll figure out that’s not the truth the minute you leave this bunker."

Sam shifted uncomfortably on his feet as he considered you.

Dean took a deep breath, sighed, and narrowed his eyes at you. "This isn’t just a witch, she’s a Borrower."

You nodded. "My point exactly. And like it or not, she’s had time to regroup. If she thinks you’re alive and grieving the loss of our son, she’ll be expecting revenge the minute you show back up on her radar," you added. "The element of surprise might be the only way we get close enough to take her down. I know it sounds crazy, but if I go alone, and the two of you stay hidden behind all the warding in the bunker, she might not see me coming.”

"Godammit...." Dean ran a hand through his hair while turning slowly away from you to stare at the wall.

You were right. He knew it and he hated it. Still, knowing it and actually letting you go after the witch alone were two very different things.

“I’ll stay and help out with Jonah and whatever else you need,” Addie offered.

You squeezed her hand in thanks and looked back at Sam and Dean. “We can repeat the locator spell until she reaches her destination, so there's no guesswork there. I’ve got a supply of witch-killing bullets already."

Dean turned back, pinched the bridge of his nose with a hand and closed his eyes with a heavy sigh.

You stepped close to him, lifting your hand to rest on his chest. "I know this goes against everything in you, Winchester, but you have to let me do this."

His heart thudded forcefully against your palm as if in protest, but Dean just hung his head in defeat, arms coming around you as he rested his chin on top of your head.

You glanced at Sam, saw him watching the two of you in silence. He nodded then. A small but understanding gesture that you hoped meant he'd at least try to talk some sense into his brother when Dean inevitably tried to change his mind later about letting you go at it alone.

You spent the rest of the morning prepping to leave. Sam had estimated the witch would hit the East coast within three hours, and then it was just a matter of waiting for her to move on from there. You packed your bag, loaded up enough ammo to take down whatever unexpected twists and turns may come your way, and double checked your firearms to make sure they were clean and in working order.

Then you did the most important thing you could do before setting off to avenge your family. You gave your infant son a bubble-bath followed by a little lotion massage as you told him how sweet and wonderful and perfect he was.

A few tears trailed down your cheek as you held Jonah in your arms in the rocking chair in his nursery and fed him a bottle. Then you read him a book - the one with the adventures of the moose and squirrel that Sam insisted was his favorite - and snuggled him to your chest.

You continued to hold him as he fell asleep, memorizing the little slant of his nose, the way his chin scrunched up as he dreamed. You could see so much of his father in him. You hoped he’d grow up to be just as resilient, just as smart and brave and selfless as Dean was. Jonah had proven he had the tenacity of a Winchester. He was so young, his time on the earth was still best counted in weeks rather than months, but he’d already managed to survive an attempt on his life.

He let out a cute little squeak in his sleep, and you smiled so wide your face hurt. Then, the sound of his soft breathing was interrupted by approaching footsteps. Addie popped her head into the nursery and quietly said, “We’re about to do another locator spell. Do you want us to go ahead?”

“I’m coming,” you assured her. “Give me a second.”

She nodded and headed back down the hall as you carefully got to your feet and lowered Jonah down into his crib to finish his nap.

“I love you, little man,” you told him softly. “Sleep well.”

You collected the baby monitor and slipped it into your pocket before letting yourself out of the nursery. Dean, Sam and Addie were waiting for you in the library. You stepped up in between Sam and Dean, reaching over to put your arm around Dean’s waist and give him a little squeeze before Sam started the incantation.

The corner of Dean’s mouth tugged a little. It was the closest you’d be getting to a smile after the curve ball you’d thrown him by insisting you go after the witch alone. He held the ring over the map, starting just inside the East coast. With the incantation, the ring began wobbling before tugging toward the West.

You could hardly believe your eyes when the ring stopped spinning, perfectly positioned right over Lincoln, Nebraska. You blinked, eyes darting quick to look at Dean.

Twenty minutes later you were telling Sam and Addie goodbye in the mess hall.

Addie threw her arms around you and said, “Be careful. Okay? She’s been known to work with demons, and demons aren’t something to mess around with.”

She wasn’t telling you anything you didn’t already know, but coming from Addie it was sage advice learned from dangers she’d experienced firsthand.

“Thank you,” you told her. “And thanks for staying to help out.”

“I wouldn’t be anywhere else,” she answered before stepping back to let Sam say goodbye.

"I put some snacks and drinks in the cooler in your truck already," Sam said.

"Thanks, Brawny." You reached up to wrap your arms around his neck as he stooped to embrace you.

"Take care of yourself,” he added as you hugged him. "And don't worry about the baby. We'll keep an eye on him. Oh, and Jonah, too."

Sam smirked at his own joke and you laughed softly.

“I’ve got to hit the road. You’ll call me if the locator spell shows she’s on the move again, right?”

Sam nodded. “I’ll do it every twenty minutes if I have to until you have eyes on her.”

You smiled at them both, slung your duffel over your shoulder and turned to go, heading for the bunker’s garage.

Dean was leaning against Baby next to your truck, just where you knew he’d be.

"I topped off your tank," he said with a dismissive wave toward the gas can a few yards away. "Checked the oil, too."

"Thank you, honey," you told him as he took your duffel bag from you and set it in the back of the truck.

He turned to look at you then, hands going in his pockets as you pulled your pistol from your waistband holster and did a chamber check before setting it on the front seat.

“Sweetheart," Dean said softly. "What’s it going to take for me to talk you out of this?”

“For our witch to drop dead of natural causes?” you offered, not getting so much as a wry smile out of him.

“Come on,” you told him. “I’m doing this for Jonah. For us.”

Dean sighed. "Dammit, woman. You are as stubborn as you are sexy."

"You forgot deadly."

He lifted your jaw with his fingers, gazing down at you. When he pressed his lips to yours it took your breath away. And not only because you understood the very real trepidation that accompanied his every move just then.

He kissed you long and slow, the tension rolling off him in palpable waves.

You were doing the right thing by going, and going alone. You knew it. But as Dean held you close, obviously struggling to let go, you had your first real moment of doubt.

He pulled back slightly, still cradling your face gently between his hands to look at you. Then, as he often did, your husband found a way to give you exactly what you needed most. "You take that witch out and get yourself back here safe and soon. You hear me?"

You nodded, drawing strength from his confidence in you. "I love you, Winchester."

He held your gaze a moment longer. "Not as much as I love you, Doc."

He licked his lips and pressed another quick kiss to yours. Dean released you and watched reluctantly as you climbed in the driver's seat of the truck, stashed your gun in the jockey box, and started the engine.

He leaned back against the wall, one hand in his pocket, summoning all his willpower to stop himself running for the truck to beg you to stay. You blew him a kiss through the window before backing out.

Dean would spend the next 15 minutes pacing in the garage and trying to get his head on straight after having let you drive off without him. Eventually he’d make his way back inside the bunker to pretend he was okay with any of it.

It was hard as hell leaving him and Jonah behind - Sam and Addie, as well - but that feeling only fueled your raging desire to put this matter - this witch - to rest for good.

You pulled away from the bunker's garage in your brother's truck, knowing he was with you in spirit, along with your mom and dad, as you set out to kill the one woman who had tried to take what little family you had left in this world from you.

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There Will Be Peace (4): Kids Are Horrible

Chapter 4: Kids Are Horrible

Chapter Summary: With no further clues on Corson, Sam finds another case to keep the three of them occupied.

Word Count: 2.6K+

Warnings: mentions of suicide, bullying, implied sexism

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You looked out the window at the greenery that was shooting past you as Dean drove the Impala into town.

In a bid to get three of you out of the bunker and out of the crushing feeling of impossibility of tracking Corson down, Sam had found a case. Dean had glanced at you but nodded.

You weren’t really in the position to argue to be really honest. You’d barely felt like you started to belong with Dean and Sam, barely felt like they’d accepted you, so even if you were reluctant to put down the research, you did.

Kids had been dropping like flies at a high school, which normally wouldn’t have set off the ‘supernatural alarm’. Except Sam had noticed this time - the police couldn’t find anything, most of the deaths had happened behind closed doors with no signs of forced entry.

Dean pulled up at the first diner, glancing into the mirror, back at you. “Let’s go.”

You nodded, climbing out of the Impala, pushing open the door of the diner and sliding into a booth seat. Dean was right behind you sliding in next to you as Sam took the seat opposite.

“Alright, look. Three kids from the same school, all dead in the past week. There’s something going on here.”

Dean nodded, waving at the waitress to bring you all coffee. “We let you drag our asses down here, we get it.”

You smiled. The word ‘we’ had a nice ring to it. It wasn’t the first time Dean or Sam had used it to describe you and them but it was mostly in the context of a hunt, while they were speaking to others, so you liked that Dean had grouped you with him while talking to Sam today.

Sam handed you the papers and you nodded. “They’re looking at this as suicides, aren’t they?”

Sam raised his eyebrow. “How did you guess?”

Dean smiled, flashing you a smile and winking. “She’s a freaking genius, that’s how. You’re not the only genius anymore, Sammy.” He lightly teased his younger brother.

You laughed. “It’s this thing they taught us in the academy.” You paused. Thinking about the academy still gave your heart a twist sometimes, it felt like a lifetime away, but you could still remember the shout of glee Leah had let out when you’d told her, the proud smiles of your parents.

You cleared your throat, realising you’d let the pause hang on too long. Sam just gave you a smile, Dean took a sip of his coffee, as if the pause hadn’t even happened.

“We had a whole class on trying to differentiate crimes made to look like suicides, and actual suicides. It drove me crazy. So three kids? Same cause of death?”

Sam shook his head. “First one, Charlie Moore, was found hanging from a tree, above the soccer field. Then Kate Morgan drowned in the toilet bowl.”

Dean made a face. “For real?”

You glanced at the clippings in front of you. “Seriously? They think the head cheerleader’s gonna drown herself in the toilet bowl? There are more graceful ways for her to die.”

“Third kid, Daniel Hill, apparently suffocated in his locker.” You commented, pushing the paper towards Dean.

“What the hell.” Dean exhaled.

“Alright, we’ll hit the school first.” Dean said, draining his cup of coffee.

You looked up at him. “All of us?”

Dean smiled. “Ready, Agent?”

You grinned back at him.

You slowed as you reached the main doors of the high school.

“You okay?” Dean touched your elbow gently.

You smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I just... thought of Leah.”

Dean gave you a small smile and patted you on the back. You shook your head. “My head’s in the game, I got this.”

“I know.” Dean responded, squeezing your shoulder and allowing you to take the lead into the school and into the main office at the front of the school.

You pulled out your badge. “I’m Agent Day, these are my colleagues Agent Rogers and Fletcher.” You pointed to Dean and Sam. “We’re here to see Principal Jones.”

She nodded, her eyes glancing over your badges before she pointed to the seats to have you wait.

It was merely minutes before the principal was stepping out of his office, offering his hand to Dean first even though you’d stepped up. You mentally rolled your eyes. Typical. He shook Dean’s hand, then Sam’s, almost glazing over you before Sam cleared his throat. “This is Agent Day.”

Principal Jones paused, before he realised what he’d done. “Forgive me, Miss.”

“It’s Agent, thanks.” You snapped, catching the nasty thought in your head that it was no wonder crappy things were happening in this school.

Dean reached over and squeezed your hand, making you look up in a little surprise as you felt something almost like an electrical surge travel through your body at Dean’s touch. You’d grown close to the Winchesters, and although Sam was outwardly much warmer than Dean, you’d always felt more connected to Dean, even when he’d been less than friendly for the first few weeks.

Even so, Dean had never made such intimate physical contact with you. Not really. He’d ruffle your hair, put his hand on your head kind of affectionately, he’d even give you a hug but nothing that felt as intimate as him holding your hand.

There were only two chairs in the room but Dean and Sam took them as you stood behind them. It had its intended effect, coupled with how you’d snapped at him earlier. Jones avoided eye contact with you, but it was different now, it held a tinge of embarrassment.

“Why is the FBI investigating a case of high school suicide?” Principal Jones asked now, and you could even hear defensiveness now.

Sam raised an eyebrow. “Because it isn’t one suicide. These are kids.”

Jones cleared his throat. “Yes, of course.”

“We’ll need their files, and we’ll need to interview faculty and students.” You told him.

Jones looked at Dean, as if he was confirming what you’d asked for. Dean raised his eyebrows. “What she said.” He said, letting a tone of annoyance slip past his lips.

Jones showed you out of his office, directing you to the student counselor, who was supposed to know the kids better.

“What a dick.” Dean muttered under his breath as he left.

Sam rolled his eyes in agreement with Dean.

You smiled.

The three of you had split up.

The school had arranged for student interviews, so you’d headed towards the girls' classrooms, while Sam headed for the boys. Dean had said he’d go speak to the counselor.

You sat across from a girl who had obvious highlight streaks in her hair and who just looked bored.

“Did you know Kate Morgan well?” You asked, looking up at her.

She shrugged. “Just that she’s a bitch.”

You raised your eyebrows. “A bitch?”

“You know the type, they strut around school like they own the whole damn building. I kept out of her way and these definitely helped.” She pointed to her highlights and her piercings.

“So she was a bully?” You asked.

The girl shrugged again. “I guess. She kept a lower profile after Sarah died. But that didn’t last for long either.”

You frowned. You remembered Sam saying the other two victims were boys. “Sarah?”

The girl pressed her lips together before she leaned closer. “Sarah Smith.” She pushed herself out from the seat and walked out.

You quickly pulled out your phone, sending Dean a text.

Sarah Smith.

You looked up just as another girl took the seat across from you. The last interview for today at least. She was quiet and didn’t have an air of confidence about her, so you smiled at her. “Hey, don't be nervous alright? We just have a few questions.”

She nodded and smiled back at you tentatively.

“So, did you know Kate Morgan?” You prompted gently.

She looked up at you, readjusting the glasses sitting on her nose. “Everyone did.” She answered quietly. “But she didn’t talk to me. Just Sarah.”

Your eyebrows shot up now, this was the second time you were hearing her name. “Sarah?”

“Sarah Smith. We were… friends.” She answered, her voice going even softer.

You fell quiet for a bit. “What happened to Sarah?”

The girl sitting in front of you looked up towards you quietly. “They just told us she died.”

She looked like she was hesitating so you leaned forward. “Do you know something?”

She shook her head. “Just that I don’t think Sarah killed herself.”

You sighed. “Has there been anything weird happening at school recently?”

“Weird?”

You nodded, “Like things that can’t be explained, cold spots in the school?”

She frowned but shook her head. “No.”

“Okay, thank you.”

Sam hadn’t had much luck with the other kids too, the other kids didn’t seem to want to talk much, at least not about the three victims, but Sam and you had both picked up on one thing.

“I think the three of them are bullies.” You said, leaning back in your chair and looking back at Sam and Dean. Dean’s eyebrows shot up but Sam nodded. “I got that vibe, but the boys didn’t say much.”

You looked up at Dean, now. “How was the counselor?”

“Guy’s freaking weird.” Dean made a face. “He gave me these but Sarah Smith? He fed me some cock-and-bull about the records getting lost or filed away, he could barely keep the story straight.”

You didn’t say anything, not even looking up until Dean waved at you. “Yoohoo, Y/N?”

You blinked. “Sorry. Two girls mentioned Sarah’s death and it’s just a theory but I think Sarah was being bullied.”

You looked up at Sam. “And if these kids are bullies...”

“You think we’re dealing with Sarah’s ghost?” Sam asked.

“And she’s going after her bullies.” Dean said.

You sighed, “I hate this case already.”

Sam had stayed behind to do more research so you’d set off for Sarah's house with Dean.

Dean knocked, glancing at you, right before the door was opened. “Mrs Smith?”

The older woman nodded her head at Dean, a puzzled expression on her face.

“We’re from the Education Department. Can we come in?” You asked, and you saw her face change a little before she stepped back.

“Come on in.”

You followed her into her sitting room, your eyes lighting on the photos of her with a younger girl, which must have been Sarah. You really hated this part.

Dean reached over, discreetly patting your hand to tell you he’d lead it as the both of you sat down, which you were thankful for.

“Mrs Smith, we’re here about Sarah. Can you tell us more about her? How did she feel about school, maybe?” Dean asked.

Your eyes scanned the room, like you’d been trained to do at the academy, but better still, like how the Winchesters had taught you.

Sarah was obviously extremely loved as an only child and her mother had kept up all the photos of her around their living room. You listened as she tried to tell Dean about Sarah, about how Sarah had always been a girl that was full of life and was like a beam of sunshine, until the last three months. She told the both of you how she’d been told that Sarah had killed herself and how she hadn’t been able to bring herself to go to the school to get Sarah’s things yet.

You sat up a little straighter. “I could tell something was going on, but she’s a teenager. She stopped talking to me. I thought it was about a boy or you know, that she’d fought with a friend, but I didn’t think…” Her voice broke and you reached over to hold her hand.

“So you buried her?” Dean asked.

You glanced alarmingly at Dean as Mrs Smith frowned at the strange question. “No, we cremated her. What does that…”

You turned back to her and just gave her a small smile. “Thank you for seeing us, Mrs Smith.”

“They told me Sarah killed herself. Does this mean…”

You exchanged a look with Dean and shook your head. “No, I’m sorry. They just sent us out to follow up with the school.”

“Because of the other kids?” She asked, her voice holding a tinge of sadness.

“And Sarah. Because of all of them.” You told her.

Sam turned towards the door as he heard it open. “Hey, anything?”

You gave him a totally insincere smile. “Cremated.”

Sam groaned.

“So what do you think? Is it Sarah?” You leaned over Sam, reading over his shoulder before you groaned. “The kids were right, Kate Morgan was a bitch.”

Dean couldn’t help the chuckle. “So let’s hit the school tonight.”

“And find what, Dean? What the hell are we supposed to burn?” Sam asked.

Dean sighed as he sat himself on the edge of his bed.

“Alright, let’s do it.” You said, turning to look at Dean. “We’ll find her locker, maybe there’s something there and we can hit the counselor’s office and look for her file too.”

The three of you made your way into the high school like how you always did, the boys making sure you were in the middle. At first, it had seemed like they didn’t trust you, but you’d realized later that they were keeping you safe in their own way.

Sam opened the door, letting you and Dean slip in as he closed the door again.

You made your way through the school quietly, Sam headed for the counselor’s office while you headed straight for where you remembered the lockers were. You picked at the lock, opening the locker quickly. It swung open and your eyes fell on the journal immediately.

“Dean, light.”

Dean scooted closer towards you and you fingered through the pages, stopping at a later entry - about the bullying, about how they’d turned on her when they were supposed to be her friends. You turned your eyes up towards Dean, who was also scanning the page.

“Kids are horrible.” You whispered.

Dean looked at you.

“Kids are horrible.” You repeated. They were. You’d never experienced the extent of what Kate had, never had a group of kids tie you to a tree or stuff you into your locker for a whole period, but you knew how torturous high school could be.

“Yeah, Sam kind of…” Dean trailed off, shining the torch down the aisle.

You leafed through the diary faster, your eyes scanning the pages even more quickly now.

He took my friendship bracelet.

“Friendship bracelet.” You muttered. “They took it from her.”

“How the hell are we supposed to find a friendship bracelet?” Dean snapped.

“I don’t know. Let’s just… come on let’s go see if Sam found her file.” You said, moving forward.

You’d made it barely halfway across the hall when you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand. Dean turned to look at you, holding his gun out, a sudden force knocking you backwards, tumbling into the classroom behind you.

“Y/N!” Dean yelled, as you heard the door shut and the lock click into place.

Dean rushed against the door, peering in through the small window each classroom door had.

You recognized her from the photos in her living room.

Sarah.

You reached for your gun but she rushed at you, taking your head in her hands. You felt a weird sensation before your eyes rolled and you felt it wash over you as your body lost its energy and you crumpled onto the ground, Dean's muffled voice on the other side of the door the last thing you heard.

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