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alleiradayne · 1 year

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In Baldur’s Gate, Dragons Dungeon You! | Art Master Post

An SPN/D&D mashup that can be read on its own or part of the greater series The Way Things Ought to Be.

On a quiet afternoon a week shy of Christmas, Dean is interrupted while poking through the news for a case. Someone is pounding on the Bunker door. After a brief huddle with Sam and Castiel, they investigate to find Charlie on the other side, a box of books at her feet. She needs to use their archive for research and a place to stay while she does it. Of course, she's always welcome at the Bunker

After showing her to a room, Dean offers to help her unpack. He finds her collection of Dungeons & Dragons books in the box and asks to borrow one: Candlekeep Mysteries. Charlie offers to run one of the campaigns from the book, specifically, The Scrivener's Tale. And Dean, giddy as a school girl, rushes off to gather his party for a good ol' fashioned mystery.

But the game is afoot and has been since Charlie's unannounced arrival. Between that and her awkward behavior, Dean can't shake a familiar, nagging worry. There's just one problem: he can't remember what, exactly, it is about her or her behavior that's got him on edge. And neither can anyone else.

The campaign unravels—along with Charlie's secrets—as she tells the story of The Scrivener's Tale.

Characters/Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester/Eileen (implied polycule with Rowena and Gabriel), Jack, Charlie Bradbury, several original characters during the D&D campaign. Warnings/Tags: Plot-heavy, no smut, lots of comedy, action, fighting, intrigue, investigation, D&D stuff. Again, no smut. Total Word Count: 44,013 A/N: For @spn-mediabigbang 2023, I adapted The Scrivener’s Tale into an SPN story and the ever amazing @solstheimart rocked out some absolutely stellar art. Check out the art master post above (there’s more coming tomorrow)!

I tried my best to format the different PoVs between the players and their characters, but blockquotes/formatting on Tumblr in general sucks, so good luck (I suggested using the AO3 link at the top of every chapter). Since this was a Media themed event, I also managed to sneak in over 80 (88 to be precise) pop culture references. Each chapter will have a count at the start, and if you can pick them out, you win fake internet points.

Playlist: In Baldur’s Gate, Dragons Dungeon You

Chapter 1 - Money for Nothing

Chapter 2 - Inferno Galore

Chapter 3 - Video Killed the Radio Star

Chapter 4 - Cult of Personality

Chapter 5 - On My Radio

Chapter 6 - The Grand Illusion

Chapter 7 - Ramble On

Chapter 8 - Destroy the Orcs

Chapter 9 - Turn Up The Radio

Chapter 10 - Hollywood Nights

This series is complete! Reblogs are loved and feedback is welcome!

#spnfanfic #spn-mediabigbang #spn-mediabigbang2023 #spn-mbb #spn-mediabb2023 #spnfanfiction #spn fanfic #spn fanfiction #dnd #dnd campaign

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plantmom109 · 1 year

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Winged Soul

!!!NEW BOOK OUT!!!

Winged Soul is a romance between Castiel and Bon (an OC). The book is out on Wattpad now! First 10 chapters already up!

PLEASE! Go read it if you like Cas! I have been working on it for a while! Chapters come out every week! At least one a week (more if I’m feeling creative).

https://www.wattpad.com/story/336750526-%F0%9D%9A%86%F0%9D%9A%92%F0%9D%9A%97%F0%9D%9A%90%F0%9D%9A%8E%F0%9D%9A%8D-%F0%9D%9A%82%F0%9D%9A%98%F0%9D%9A%9E%F0%9D%9A%95-%F0%9D%99%B2%F0%9D%9A%8A%F0%9D%9A%9C%F0%9D%9A%9D%F0%9D%9A%92%F0%9D%9A%8E%F0%9D%9A%95

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nescaveckwriter · 3 months

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Hurting Angel - Chapter One 🥰

Crowley x reader (also known as Bri)

Chapter One 🐞

A/N: Hey my bugsies, so this was requested by a beautiful anonymous bugsie, I sure do hope y'all are going to enjoy this series...🥰💓

Side Note: Let me know what y'all think, also thank you all for the support - also all my stories can be found on watpad aswell.🥹🤭

Warnings: Blood, thriller, horror, sarcasm, mentioning of guns, if there's anything else, let me know... Much love "Nesca" 🐞

Go on a blind date they said, it'll be fun they said. You need to get out more Bri, they said. " Remind me again why I agreed to download the stupid dating app, signing up for it in the first place was crazy, damn freaking nuts. "

Stirring the drink at the bar, not really feeling like drinking, but hey its a bar, its what your supposed to do right!

The bartender basically screaming over the loud music, 'you okay miss?'

"Yeah of course never been better, love getting stood up," her lips pursed

The barman didn't quite know how to answer that, so he just walked further down to the other end.

Irritated about the fact you got stood up and that it bothers you a tiny bit, you pull out your phone, texting the babysitter, asking if everything is still alright, with Lainey.

The text came through, "Little Lainey is watching my little pony and she already had her dinner, enjoy yourself a bit darling" Mrs Anderson is the only person she trusts with Lainey. Biting her lip, maybe I should stay a little longer, just enjoy myself for awhile, unwind, the story about the biggest crime syndicate is really taking over my damn life, I'm this close, mimicking with her index finger and thumb, to uncovering the face behind the leader, his code name "The Devil" a crooked smile on her lips, its such a stupid nickname, like are the people supposed to be immediate, well like yeah, here comes the little red man, with his pointy tail and ears, with his little pitch fork, all I know for sure is his name is Crowley, and he goes by the devil, as for how he looks, I'll find that out very soon, well as soon as my source comes through anyway.

''Drinking alone and looking as beautiful as you, is just a crime'' the silvery voice says, breaking her out of her deep thoughts. Turning her head to the barstool next to hers. ''Oh really? last time I checked there's a lot worse crimes in this world'', sounding a little more snarky than she intended. The man with his neatly combed over blonde hair and blue eyes laughs, ''not in the mood for company?''

''In all honesty, not if your going to tell me cheesy pick up lines all night'' she sighed.

''Your safe, I promise, that was my last, you have my word'' he laughed

''Okay good! Then your more than welcome to join me,'' sounding inviting

The man, asks for the bartender to give them two more, of whatever she's having. After getting your drinks, the two of you talked, not really exchanging names, merely about how noisy it is, and the fact that, they both got stood up. Still laughing and having fun, some guy bumps into your chair, letting your handbag fall to the ground. ''Hey! Look where you going buddy'' she warned. The guy just gestures a sorry and keeps on stumbling further.

''This place is getting to crowded, I'm going to head home, as soon as I finish the last few sips'', she expressed

''Leave now? We are just getting to know each other'', his silvery voice, sounded so smooth.

''Biting her lip, yes thank you for the nice chat'' getting up, to only fall back again, holding her head in her hand, "oh wow, how is it possible that I feel so lightheaded, I had two drinks," everything is spinning, my body feels so numb, so outside of myself. Fumbling through her handbag, trying to take her phone. Hearing the bartender say something, the man next to her, sounded so disembodied when he answered, looks like she had a bit to much to drink, I'll take her home, taking ahold of her arm, let's get you home!

Something is wrong, has she been drugged? Trying to get her arms to function to push him away, so that she can get out of his grip, but her body feels weak, her muscles is losing all functionality, as for her eyelids it feels as heavy as stone, she whispers a shaky "no" before everything goes. dark.

Her eyes starting to slightly open, "w..what happened", she mumble's. Glancing over the room, to see if she recognises anything, her view is hazy "where's the man that took her" hearing the dripping sound of water, "it's freezing" breathing heavily, excruciating pain shuttering throughout her body, feeling still slightly numb, tracing her fingers over her abdomen area, her hands trembling when she feels a long incision, and the thread of a wound being closed up, unknowingly tugs at the pointy strand, "what the hell" she gasped.

Forcing herself to see more clearly, glancing down, shaking uncontrollable, her eyes widening, her body is laying in a bathtub covered with ice, some crystal clear, others stained with red, most likely from the blood, still seeping through her left side. "My side its sliced open" she yelled, as if she only realized that what she felt previously was her own body.

Searching across the bathroom, for anything other than the dripping sound and the shaking of her own body, she grabs ahold of the bathtub, her fingers a discoloration of blueish-white, forcing her body over the edge, plumping to the ground, "dammit" she exclaims. Dragging herself across the floor, moaning and whimpering in pain.

Opening the wooden door slowly to peek through, to see if anyone is stil there keeping watch, sighing in relief, "the coast is clear. " Crawling to the edge of the bed, trying to get up, still shaking and weak, she forces herself up, rolling over, taking in a deep breath, her heart is beating rapidly, her throat dry, her voice sounding hoarse. "I need to get to a phone, hospital something"

Grabbing a blanket to wrap up her shaking body, that's only covered in a black sports bra and her black shorts, making her way to a shaky stance. Holding onto whatever she can find as she stumbles out of the room. The bright streetlights making her eyes burn, glaring down the stairs," really the least they could do is butcher me on ground level" irritation in her painstaking voice.

Dragging one foot across the other, down the steel staircase. Searching the parking lot for a vehicle or help of some sort. There in the corner, an old chevy Camaro, "almost there" she sighs.

Pulling the door, praying it isn't locked, "yes, its open" a half smile forming on her tired face. Hoping the keys are still inside, she gets in. "Dammit, no keys, why would it be easy, nothing is every easy" her voice low and weak.

Pulling the ignition with every last bit of strength she has, "need something to strip the plastic covered wires" peeking through the car, in the window hangs a beer opener, reaching for it, taking it to the wires, pulling it across the starter wire, striping the plastic about 1'3 inches back, then doing the same with the battery wire, touching the two ends together, something she learned when she was a teenager, "Come on baby, come, there you go, that's a girl" she whined.

Throwing it in drive, and stepping on the gas, she drives off, leaving a man in her rear view window chasing after her.

Looking at the street signs, trying to read it, but its all a blur, turning down the first left she can find, looks like a residential area, "maybe I can get some help here" she utters desperately.

Feeling the blood rolling down her side onto her thighs, her breathing more shallow and her eyes heavy, knowing she needs help quick! Real quick! Making her foot heavy on the gas, not taking the turn in consideration, she crashes into a wall, making her head jolt to the steering wheel, glancing over the shattered windscreen, at two men with weapons, running towards her, she looses consciousness.

Chapter Two Here 🐞

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conjcosby · 10 months

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Stardate: 202307.14 ▫ 1 year after Dean's death, Sam is hunting with Eileen Leahy and ends up caught in a monster conspiracy led by the oldest monster ever. 😈 @jaredpadalecki @shoshannah7 @cw_supernatural #jaredpadalecki #samwinchester #shoshannahstern #eileenleahy #samandeileen #supernatural #spn #supernaturalseason16 #spnseason16 #supernaturaluniverse #spnuniverse #supernaturalfan #spnfan #supernaturalfans #spnfans #supernaturalfandom #spnfandom #supernaturalfanart #spnfanart #supernaturalfanfiction #spnfanfiction #supernaturalfamily #spnfamily #fanart #fanfiction #fanartfriday #fanfictionfriday #fanartfridays #fanfictionfridays

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supernaturallyobsessedchic · 3 years

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Daddy’s Girl*

Jensen x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT ((MUST BE 18 OR OLDER! Please.) Oral Sex Fem!Recieving, Male!Recieving, P in V, Rough sex, orgasm control, unprotected sex (wrap it up boys), over stimulation) Strong Language. Basically porn.

Summary: After a date turned sour, two fortunate souls meet and make each others night.

Word Count: 1.8k

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The apartment was a mess, clothes thrown around. His pants on the floor, shirt on the back of the couch. Her dress made it to the hallway as the decretive jewels and shinnies glistened in the city lights that shined through the master bedroom.

The sounds of panting, the sound of skin on skin, the bed making some noise that gave away their nightly activity.

Her moans gave him a sense of pride, he was making her feel this. That only made the noises carry on louder and harder.

The only lights that were on in the apartment were the living room. The bedroom was dim from the city lights outside and the full moon that shined in the clear night sky.

What started as an innocent night out with friends, she was waiting for her date only to be stood up in the end.

Jensen was one of the patrons of the restaurant that was also stood up from his date. He kindly joined her after noticing her sitting by herself the entire thirty-minute wait for her date.

They hit it off in that first half hour. After having enough to drink Jensen offered to walk her home. She took him up on his offer.

After an incident with some drunk passerby from the nearby sport bars in the area, someone was a little too handsy. Things were escalating quickly, and the drunk began to put hands on her that were not in anyway friendly, so Jensen defended her, and he may have punched his face in.

It wasn’t her fault she found it extremely attractive.

“Fuck me Daddy.” She muttered as a harmless joke.

Needless to say, he heard her. He probably knew she meant it as a harmless joke. But something about how she said it and what she said made his cock harden.

Once at the apartment complex, she began flirting really hard.

“Thank you for protecting me, no one’s ever done that for me before.”

“Well, it was nothing.” He managed to get out.

“I want to thank you properly.” She says.

She couldn’t help but feel aroused. She meant it all as a harmless joke but in the back of her mind, she really did want a good fucking.

So, she decided to drop the hint, by placing a kiss on his jaw. Missing his cheek by mere inches.

She heard him sigh deeply.

“I can’t just…” he says. “I barely know you, but I feel like I do know you, like I’ve known you my whole life.”

“And I feel like I can trust you with my life. I feel the same way.” She says.

He can see it in her eyes. The want. The need, the desire for pleasure.

“Can I come in?” he asks.

“Yes sir.” She says, leading him in the apartment complex.

In the elevator on their way up to her floor, the gentle touches, caressing her cheek. He places a sweet kiss on her lips. The kiss being friendly quickly turned passionate which in turn, turned hungry and needy.

Their hands explored their body’s, his hands in her hair. Pulling her hair slightly getting a moan out of her.

The elevator dinged on the correct floor. They pulled out of the kiss, now rushing to her apartment, getting quick chances to kiss each other hungrily.

Entering the apartment, slamming the door behind them, Jensen pins her against the door, kissing her hard. Locking the door behind her. Unzipping her dress.

She slides her hands in his blazer, sliding it off of his broad, muscular shoulders. Throwing it on the back of a nearby chair. He worked his tie off of him feverishly, she helped unbutton his shirt.

They undressed each other as they made their way to the bedroom.

His lips never left hers as he backed her to the bed, forcing her to lay down as he towered over her. Peppering kisses from her lips down her jaw and to her neck. Sucking at her collar bone, earning a moan from her sweet lips. He continued down, caressing her bare breast, his lips latched around the nipple. Lapping his tongue around the hardening bud all while sucking hard enough she let out a strangled moan.

Her body was on fire, and he was adding to the flame. Riling her up to the point she was driving herself crazy.

She felt his lips trace down her abdomen, his hands gingerly hooked at the hem of her panties, gently pulling them down. She lifted her hips to help him get the last article of clothing off of her. He even worked his briefs off of him, his hard cock springing free.

He throws her legs over his shoulders and begins to dive in. A broad swipe of his tongue through her soaking folds caused her to hitch her breath in the back of her throat.

He worked her up high fast that her orgasm hit harder than she would have realized. Her legs trembled as her walls clamped around nothing, oozing, and squirting her release to his awaiting mouth. Him not wasting a single drop. Even making a mess in his scruff.

He worked her through the high, bringing her down back to reality. And his lips found hers again, she tasted her release on his lips and tongue.

She felt his hard cock between her folds, teasing her.

They pull away. Knowing full well they want it.

“We don’t have to, we can wait.” He says.

“I need it, I need you.” She moans.

“I don’t have any condoms on me.”

“I don’t either but I’m clean.”

“Same.” He says.

“Now fuck me daddy. Please.” She begs.

His smirk turns dark and lustful.

“Are you sure you’re ready for daddy’s thick cock baby girl?” he asks, his voice practically growled.

“I’m ready, fuck me daddy.” She whines.

“Fuck me daddy…what?”

“Please, fuck me daddy, please.” She pants.

His lips landed on hers with a hungry kiss as his hips thrust his hard cock through her soaking folds with no resistance.

Her jaw dropped as her eyes rolled back in pleasure.

He held that position, allowing her to adjust to his girth.

“You good sweetheart?”

“So good.” She moans.

“Get ready for a ride sweetheart, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” He growls. Beginning a harsh pace.

Her breasts bounce at his force, he grabbed them with a harsh squeeze, squeezing her nipples. Making her squirm under him.

Adjusting his position, he grabs her headboard, slamming into her hard.

Her eyes rolled back, showing the whites of her eyes to him. Her jaw dropping as her heart began to race. The coil in her abdomen about to snap.

“Hold it, don’t you dare come yet.” He growls.

“I... fucking…ah…I…” she pants as he thrusts harder.

He slowed his thrust to just hard and steady thrusts. Slamming into her hard.

“Not yet.” He growls. She let out a moan, close to a scream.

“I can’t…I…” she pants, coming close to screaming.

“Almost baby girl,” he says.

With a few more thrusts he takes a free hand and harshly rubs her clit, her back arched off of the bed as she came with a scream.

Her walls clamed hard around him, bringing him to his end as he filled her up with his release. The force of the pleasure alone almost caused him to collapse on top of her.

He slowed his thrusts to a gentle rhythm. He’s on his elbows, caging her face in with his as he brushed her hair from her sweaty brow. Clearing her face, showing her blissed out expression. He gave her a sweet and gentle kiss on her lips.

“You okay sweetheart?”

She mumbles something, he couldn’t understand it. It made him chuckle.

“Y/N, just nod then if you’re okay.”

She gave him a tired nod.

He chuckles.

He pulls out of her gently, her hips jerk at the sensation. Earning him a proud smirk.

He went to the bathroom, cleaned himself off, grabbed a fresh cloth and got it wet with warm water and cleaned her off.

She jerked at that sensation as well.

He placed a gentle hand on her bare thigh. “It’s okay sweetheart, just cleaning you up.”

She moans sleepily. He chuckles lightly again.

He puts the dirty rags in the hamper and climbs in bed with her, spooning her from behind wrapping his arms around her as she slept.

She woke up feeling warmer than usual. She felt strong arms holding her and felt scruff against the back of her neck.

She began to stir awake. Feeling the man in bed with her wake with her. She turns her head to see Jensen in bed with her.

Last night wasn’t a dream. She thought.

“Mornin’.” He says tiredly.

“Morning.” She says with a smile.

“You know, I said I was going to thank you.” She adds.

“Yeah, that didn’t work out too well, did it?” he chuckles.

“Well now I wouldn’t say that.” She says. Rolling out of his arms, she climbs over him, kissing him passionately, working the kiss down his jaw to his collar bone, down his chest.

She worked herself down to his soft hard cock that was slowly getting hard at the arousal he was waking up to.

He pulled the covers away so he could see her.

She looks up at him with big, lustful eyes as she wraps her hand around his cock, her tongue tracing up the shaft.

Jensen’s breath hitched.

And her lips wrapped around the reddening tip, her tongue lapping around the head as she slid her head down, working his hardening cock down her throat.

She kept that slow pace until his hips began to find a rhythm of their own.

She notices his hands were kept at his side; she took one of his hands putting his hand on her head. Telling him it’s okay to touch her.

He held her hair back, collecting it with both hands and holding it all with the one as she worked him up.

“Shit, fuck I can’t…”

She moans, the vibrations around his cock bringing him to his end.

She swallowed all he was giving her.

She eventually pulled off of him with a pop, licking her lips.

“Fuck, that was amazing.” He pants. “You are very much welcome.” He adds.

She giggles.

“God you’re adorable.” He chuckles. Sitting up, hugging her tight, kissing her hard.

When they pulled away for much needed breath, they stared intently into each other’s eyes. His hand caressing her soft cheek.

“May I continue to date you?” he asks.

“Why would I say no? that was the best night and morning ever.”

Be honest, who all needed an ice bath after this. ;D Hehe.

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enigmalynne · 3 years

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All Within My Hands - Chapter 3

Title - All Within My Hands Pairings - AU!DeanXReader Word Count - 2,040 Warnings - TRIGGER WARNING!!! Domestic Violence, gun violence, fighting, cursing

#SPNMixedBingo Square filled - Neighbor AU

AUTHORS NOTE: This chapter has written depictions of domestic violence. If this is a trigger for you, please do not read this chapter. Please read at your own risk. I also want to note that the violence depicted here is not from personal experience, but is inspired by a real example of domestic violence. If you or someone you love is being hurt by a loved one, know that there is help and you don't have to live with that violence. There are ways to do it safely. Please visit TheHotline.org or call 800.799.SAFE (7233).

Chapter 3 below the cutline.

All within my hands Love to death, smack you 'round and round and All within my hands Beware

Y/N woke to banging. Pounding. She leaned over her bed and glanced at her clock. 7:38 p.m. Wow, she thought. I slept the entire afternoon and early evening away. She reached over and grabbed her phone, noticing many missed calls… most of them from Chad. She dropped her phone on the bed and leaned back in the bed, running a hand through her tangled hair.

Someone started pounding on her door again. With a frustrated sigh, she pulled herself out of bed. As she nervously walked from her bedroom to the front of her house, she pulled her hair out of the messy bun it was in from sleeping.

“Open the fucking door, Y/N!” she heard Chad yell. Y/N immediately froze in her spot, panicking slightly. She had nothing left to say to him. His items were on the front porch; why was he terrorizing her again?

“I know you are in there, Y/N! We aren’t done. You don’t get to break up with me!” Chad shouted furiously. Y/N sighed, debating. Should she call the cops or deal with this on her own? She had to get him to stop yelling, or she would be the story of the gossip mongers in the neighborhood. She closed her eyes, offered a little prayer, and went to the door. Flipping the lock, she flung the door open and glared defiantly at Chad.

“What the hell is your problem?” she seethed. “You can’t come here and start yelling at that, especially after that stunt you pulled at my work earlier!” Chad grabbed Y/N by the throat and aggressively shoved her backward into her own home.

“Why the hell is my key not working anymore?” he snarled viciously at her. Y/N tried to pry his ruthless hand off her throat, struggling to get out of his cruel grip. His hand was so tight, she knew he’d leave bruises on her neck.

“Let… Me… Go…” Y/N gritted out, gasping for breath. Chad shoved Y/N to the floor, her head cracking against the wood sharply. She involuntarily started coughing almost immediately after.

“I get to decide when we break up, Y/N. Not you!” Chad yelled furiously. Y/N scrambled back, moving away from him. In all the absurd arguments she had with him, he never got physically violent. The words Dean had said to her the day before started running through her head.

“Chad, please. Just leave,” Y/N gasped, her hoarse voice placating him. She scrambled frantically to her feet and was slowly backing away from him, desperately trying to put some distance between them. “I know I hurt you and am sorry, but I can’t do this anymore. Please, leave me alone.”

“You think you are in control?” he growled menacingly, stalking toward her. Y/N flinched away from him, but Chad still grabbed her around the neck and hauled her close. “I control everything!”

SMACK!!!

Y/N crumbled to the floor, a hand on her face. Shock and fear were etched all over her anxious face as she looked back up at Chad. His chest was heaving convulsively with every ragged breath he took, and he looked furious. When he reached down to grab her again, she desperately fought him off with everything she possessed, but it was of no use.

“I control you,” he snarled in her face before striking her once again. This time, she accidentally hit the table on her way to the floor. She lay in agony, crumpled in a heap on the floor sobbing as Chad stormed out of the house, slamming the door as he left.

Love is control I'll die if I let go

It took Y/N a long time to gather herself from the floor and move to the bathroom to assess the terrible damage done to her face. She went to the kitchen first to grab an icepack to put on her face and sat on the kitchen floor, merely staring off into the distance. When she finally felt strong enough to get up and move to the bathroom, there was another knock at her door.

“Y/N? It’s Dean. I wanted to come by and see how you are doing,” she heard him say. She paused involuntarily in the dark living room but willfully ignored him. Before long, she heard him walk away. She made it to her bathroom and looked anxiously in the mirror. Bruises were forming on her sore throat where he grabbed her, and her battered face swollen. Visible marks were already starting to show where he hit her, one eye swelling past the ability to see. Thankfully, there was no split skin.

Y/N awkwardly took three Aleeve and crawled back into bed. She knew she had to call the police, but she didn’t possess the strength to do it then. She was tired, in overwhelming pain, and heartbroken. She figured she could do it in the morning.

Love is control I'll die if I let go

Dean purposefully stood by his window and waited to see when Y/N left her house. He admittedly had an uneasy feeling the entire evening while he was at work and knew damned well something wasn’t right. He desperately called Y/N a few times to try and check in with her, but all calls went to voicemail. She was working, so that wasn’t unexpected, but she usually texts him back.

When she didn’t come to the door the night before, he knew something had inevitably happened. He knew it in his gut, but he wasn’t going to do anything that might frighten Y/N. She had enough going on in her world, and he wasn’t about to inadvertently add to it. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to let her off the hook either. As soon as he saw her walk out her front door with a hoodie on, the hood up over her head, Dean couldn’t get out his front door fast enough.

“Hey, Y/N!” Dean yelled out to her, running across his front yard to her. She froze when she heard him, her entire body tensing. “Y/N!! I tried to get in touch with…” She slowly — finally — turned around and looked fearfully at Dean, and his breath caught at the terrible damage he saw there. There were deep brown bruises dotted all around her neck, throat, and chest. Y/N had a blackened left eye, and the white of her eye was red. The temple on her right side sported a dark purplish bruise as well. The sensitive skin there was swollen and looked incredibly tender. Dean narrowed his eyes as he slowed down and timidly approached her.

“What the hell happened?”

“It’s nothing,” Y/N said softly.

“It absolutely is something,” Dean said sharply, causing Y/N to flinch ever so slightly. His eyes traced the bruises that decorated her delicate neck with a frown. “Did Chad do this?”

Y/N didn’t answer, carefully keeping her anxious eyes away. Her silence irritated Dean, so when he spoke once more, asked again, his voice was sharp and angry. Y/N flinched and shook uncontrollably.

“Don’t yell at me,” she said firmly. She looked over at Dean with wet, narrowed eyes, her breathing speeding up slightly. “Please. Don’t yell at me right now.” Dean stared stupidly at her for a moment and nodded solemnly.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m just… God, Sweetheart,” he breathed out. Dean raised his hand to move her disheveled hair out of the way so he could gain a better view of the dark bruise on her face, and Y/N flinched away from him. She immediately felt ashamed, and Dean saw it cross her face.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Y/N,” he gently said, his eyes regarding her face carefully. Closed her eyes against the tears rose, and she nodded quickly.

“I know. I’m sorry, I know you aren’t going to hurt me,” Y/N whispered. Dean nodded slowly.

“I just figured since we were close, it would be okay, and you wouldn’t react to me,” he said with regret. That made Y/N’s breath hitch in her chest, and she desperately tried with difficulty to keep it together.

"I'm so sorry," Y/N whispered. Dean merely shook his head.

"It's okay, sweetheart. It's okay," he said softly. “Is it okay if I take a closer look at what he did?”

Y/N looked heartbroken at his words and nodded wearily. He moved again to gently brush her hair out of her battered face to get a better look at the bruise covering her left eye. It ran from mid-forehead down to her cheekbone, disappearing under her hairline. Slowly and carefully, he rotated her head to examine her right temple. Y/N hissed in stinging pain when he gently ran his fingers over it, and Dean quietly murmured his apology. Dean forced himself to stay calm, knowing that any harsh reaction right now would only frighten her.

“I broke up with him,” Y/N muttered. “The day of your cookout. I bluntly told him I didn’t want to see him anymore. It took me long enough, I know. I see this kind of shit with patients all the time and then I inevitably fall for this crap. It’s stupid, but I did break up with him.” Dean nodded his understanding. Swallowing nervously, he knew he inevitably had to ask. He had to be sure.

“Is this the first time he’s hit you?” Dean asks in a low voice. Y/N wiped a ragged tear that fell from one eye away as she nodded solemnly, keeping her eyes off his face.

“Yeah,” she whispered gently. “He pushed around before, yanked on my arm. This is the first time he intentionally hit me.” Dean took a deep breath in and slowly exhaled it, carefully controlling his temper. His next question was undoubtedly going to be hard to ask.

“And he never… forced himself on you… did he?” Dean asked through clenched teeth. Y/N shook her head, looking Dean in the eyes so he knew she was sincere.

“No. He just kept going on and on about how he was in control, and he was the one who controlled me,” she whispered fearfully, a tear falling from her frightened eyes. “How could I have allowed things get this bad, Dean?”

“Hey. This isn’t your fault, Y/N. He’s the one who hurt you. It’s his fault and if he comes here again, I swear I will take him down,” Dean stated reassuringly, gathering her into his arms. This caused her to cry, and he simply proceeded to hush her and rock her gently in his arms.

“I should have seen this coming, after every awful thing that happened. I just didn’t want to believe it would happen,” Y/N said, pulling back enough to carefully wipe her tears away.

“Where are you headed to now?” Dean asked softly.

“To the Sheriff’s Office. I need to go there and file a report and get photos taken of the injuries to obtain a restraining order put on Chad,” she whispered with self-loathing. Dean carefully put a protecting arm around her and directed her to the impala.

“I’ll drive you. We don’t know if he had anyone put a tracker in your car or if he has people watching you. And I’d feel better if I were there with you,” he said soothingly, naturally opening the car door for you. You climbed in without a complaint. When Dean got into the car himself, he heard Y/N say in a whisper…

“Always my hero, aren’t you?”

He looked over at her; she was looking down at her hands, playing with a tissue she must have gotten out of her purse. To him, she looked devastated, broken-hearted, and lovely. Turning the car on and putting it into gear, he drove them onto the road. As they got going, he reached over and took Y/N’s hand in his, kissing her knuckles gently. He laced his fingers with hers and kept their hands together as they drove out of sight.

They were so caught up with each other and what was going on, they both missed the car that was watching them from the corner.

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plantmom109 · 2 years

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SPN Dean

Hey! I just wrote a Dean one-shot/imagine. This one kind of sucks so by bad lol. I’ll probably write a new one when I have more time.

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swim-forthemusic · 4 years

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Imagine Dean admitting he has feelings for you to Sam

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam Winchester

Word Count: 1007

Warnings: light cursing, mention of sex, fluffff Summary: Sam and Dean get stuck and tied up in a vampire’s lair. Before waiting for their demise, Dean opened up to Sam about the girl who never leaves his mind.

A/N: I’m so happy for those of you who enjoyed my work so far! Here’s a fluffy (and lengthy) imagine. I love Dean so much.

“Dammit! You son of a bitch!” The vampire tightened the rope around the hunter’s wrist. A simple vampire hunt turned into much more than they imagined for the day; a whole vampire’s nest. Sam told Dean that they should have let some other hunter handle it. They were supposed to just go on a supply run and then go back to the motel to Y/N. The vampire took a quick sniff at both of the hunter’s necks before running back to the rest of the clan. The sun was slightly beaming into the room. The vampires would feast all together at night. Sam and Dean knew they had just a few short hours to go before they were a vampire’s next meal.

The hunters continued to use all their might to loosen the rope’s grip on them, but had no luck. Dean sighed and dropped his head down to his chest. “Hey Dean.” Sam needed to keep his brother awake and willing to keep fighting. They managed to get out of way worst situations before. “Sammy...” Dean whispered. “What are you thinking about, Dean?” Sam questioned. A small smile placed itself on Dean’s lips. Sam raised his eyebrows. “Do you think it’ll ruin mine and Y’N’s friendship if I have sex with her?” Sam scoffed at his brother’s remark, but he couldn’t help but laugh as well. “Dude!” Sam exclaimed. “What?! Might as well talk since we’re just tied here! You want me to be awake, right?!” Sam rolled his eyes. “If you truly want my opinion, then yes it would ruin the friendship considering you like her more than just a one night stand.” It was Dean’s turn to roll his eyes. “Sam, in this profession you don’t get attached and let feelings happen.” Sam sighed. “You really don’t have to tell me that, Dean. I know.” Dean cut off his brother before Sam could continue his statement. “But we do have needs.” Dean licked his lips. “Dude, how long has it been since you’ve gotten laid? Why don’t you pick up some random girl at the bar or something?” Sam had a point and Dean knew it.

“Because I don’t want a random girl!” Dean surprised both himself and Sam at his statement. Sam’s eyes enlarged at his realization. “You haven’t had sex since we met Y/N, haven’t you?” Dean closed his eyes and sighed. He then tried frantically again to loosen the rope and then yelled defeated. “Y/N isn’t a one and done time, Dean.” Dean nodded slowly. “Yeah...you’re right.” A large smile was then placed on his lips. “I would want to do it again...and again...and again.” Sam chuckled at his brother. “Dean, you’re drooling.” Dean’s eyes opened as his head snapped toward the hunter next to him. “Dude, have you seen her? She’s stunning, absolutely gorgeous!” Sam nodded. “Oh yeah, she is-”

“Stop looking at her, Sam!” Another yell escaped from Dean. Sam smiled and shook his head. Sam can’t even compliment her. Even if it was something both of the boys knew. Dean was truly head over heels in love with Y/N, or at least largely infatuated to the point where he has to do something. Sam couldn’t watch his brother suffer with his feelings if he didn’t have to. “Take it from me, Dean. Y/N likes you back. Always looking at you when you’re not paying attention. Always wanting to be by your side. Never flirt back with those guys who try with her, but always flirts back with you. She is in our lifestyle and protects herself. You won’t lose her once you actually manage to ask her out.”

Dean’s heart started to skip beats. “Sam, I’m scared.” It is not easy for the older hunter to admit when he’s feeling defeated or afraid. Sam attempted to soothe his brother. “Dean, look at me.” Dean locked eyes with Sam. “We’ll get out of here and when we do, you need to talk to Y/N. If I truly know you, you do not like being away from her right now and neither do I.” Dean nodded at his brother’s words. Suddenly, the door of the vampire’s lair burst open, forcing the sun to explore the room. The boys squinted at the sudden burst of light. “Hey, guys! Did y’all miss me?”

“Y’N!” Y/N smiled as she ran to the boys with an ax in her hands and a crossbow on her back. “No need to go with us, Y/N, they said. We’re just going on a supply run, they said.” Y/N laughed as she cut off the ropes tied to Dean. “You have no idea how happy I am to see you, Y/N, but now is not the time to mock us!” Y/N rolled her eyes as she untied the other hunter. After giving Sam a hug, she turned to the guys and threw other weapons in their hands. “Let’s go kill these sons of bitches. No one keeps the Winchesters from me!” Dean smiled brightly and watched her behind as she led the way into the vampire’s lair.

Y/N was already in the back of the Impala waiting to go back to the motel after they successfully annihilated the vampire’s nest. Before opening the passenger’s side door, Sam looked at his brother. “Remember what you promised, Dean.” Dean raised his eyebrows and put his hands up defensively. “Hey, I technically didn’t promise! Although...did you see the way I made her blushed when I called her “sweetheart” a few minutes ago?! I never realized she apparently does that every time! Or how about when she chopped off the head of that vampire that was right behind you?! Oh man...Sammy, I can’t.” Dean stared over Sam’s shoulder, his thoughts consuming of nothing but Y/N. Sam had to laugh again at his brother. “Oh god, you’re lovesick now.” Dean snapped back into reality with a smile still on his lips. “Shut up, bitch.”

“Let’s go then, jerk.”

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supernaturallyobsessedchic · 3 years

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Imagine...Adopted by the Alpha Wolf

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Child!Reader (Human!reader)

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Mentions of blood, spn level gore, scary moments, language, nightmares, fluff.

Summary: A wolf pack kills the reader’s family and village residents. While trying to escape the rival pack, another wolf intervenes. But it turns out, it’s an alpha of another wolf pack. And he’s there to rescue her.

a/n: This was actually totally inspired by a YouTube video of the same name, Adopted by the Alpha Wolf by Aphmau. I just twisted things around, changed things up entirely to fit my Dean x Reader thing that I do. And this happened. Hope you enjoy! :)

It was a snowy night, but the fresh snow is coated in fresh blood in her village.

The ravenous growls of wolves surround her. Filling her heart with pure fear.

She already witnessed two wolves tearing her mom apart, and her dad tried his best to fend them off, but a massive wolf tore his head off.

The little girl ran out of the house and village, tears blurring her vision, but she just need to get away.

“After the small human!” she heard a growl behind her echo.

She climbed the snowy mountain sides to try to give them a slip.

“Did they stop?” she panted asking herself. She turned to see if the wolves were still chasing her.

A wolf climbing the rocky side of the mountain told her they are still on her tail.

Screaming, she runs away.

“Somebody!” she screams. “Help me!”

She reached the top of the mountain, only to reach a cliff.

She turns to see if she can run around them. But they had her cornered.

She was looking at a 40-foot drop from the cliff top where she stood. And looking at four ravenous wolves, snarling and growling at her hungrily.

She cowers, curling into a ball, bringing her knees to her chest and her hands to her face. She cries for her mom and dad to save her.

She felt the earth shake somewhat below her. She looks up. Finding a black wolf fighting the other wolves.

Tearing at their necks and throats, throwing them off of the mountain top. She stared on in horror.

“I’m so dead.” She whispers as fresh tears fall again.

But the wolf slowly shrinks, morphing into a man.

“He’s a human?”

“What are you doing out here on your own?” he asked. His voice low and rough.

“He’s…He’s…he’s a human.” She stutters before fainting.

“Hey, hey!” he rushes to her side. “Wake up!”

She heard sniffing in her ear. Snickers and lip licking.

She began waking up and seen a few people surrounding her.

Jolting up to her feet, she runs to a nearby table hiding under the table.

“Oh, we get to play with our food, huh.” One of the people said.

She pulled the chairs near her, having them pulled in close.

The people circled the table.

“Everybody, dig in.” the person said.

The people morphed into wolves.

She screamed at the top of her lungs, a blood curdling scream.

Before they could make a move, the man that saved her rushed in, in his wolf form. Letting out a loud and intimidating growl.

The wolves backed off with their ears down and tails between their legs.

They seemed to be arguing amongst themselves, growling, and snarling at each other. The big black wolf not backing down defending the little girl.

They then began morphing back to their human forms. Still wearing whatever clothes, they were wearing.

The man then turned toward the little girl who was still hiding behind the chair.

“Come out sweetheart, you’re safe now.” He says, kneeling down to her level.

She came out, timid and looking like she’ll jump at the slightest movement.

“What’s your name?” the man asked.

“Y/N.” She said in a soft voice.

“I’m Dean, this is my brother Sam. And that’s Charlie, Jack, and Kevin.” Dean said pointing to each person in the room.

She waved at them shyly. “Hi.”

“Hi, sorry about that. Little miscommunication there.” Sam says.

“Yeah, he just drops you off saying he’ll be right back, nothing else.” Charlie says.

“I said no touchy!” Dean raises his voice to her.

“You’re wolves but you’re humans?” Y/N asks.

“Yeah, it’s…I wouldn’t say we’re werewolves, but in a way we are. We morph from wolf to human but it’s more like the four-legged wolf rather than a humanoid wolf man.” Dean explains.

“But back to it, why were you in the woods alone?” Dean asked. “Where’s your family?”

“My village was slaughtered by wolves. My mom and dad are dead. I managed to escape.” she explained.

“That explains why those wolves were after you then.” Dean says.

“Dean, what are we up against?” Sam asked.

“It’s probably Crowley again. He’s an alpha too but he’s gone feral.” Dean says.

“Us against him, that’s suicide. Especially if he has a massive pack.” Kevin says.

“I’m sure we can handle it.” Jack adds.

“What makes you say that?” Charlie asks. “The both of you are betas and I’m the only Omega all while Sam and Dean are our only alphas of this pack.”

“So…what’s a beta and an omega?” y/n asks.

“The betas are, realistically enough the second in command to an alpha. If the alpha isn’t here, then we are next in the chain of command. The omegas are the bottom. They’re more or less the babysitters of the pups in the pack.” Jack explained.

“But if there’s two alpha’s who’s the leader of the pack?” Y/n asks.

“I am, I’m the oldest. If I’m not here, it’d be Sam. But if he’s not here either, then it goes to either Jack or Kevin.” Dean explains.

“But I don’t follow that bullshit rule with omega’s, they’re as much of an essential to the pack as anyone else.” Dean adds.

“What does bullshit mean?” y/n asks.

“Um…” his cheeks heated up as the child repeated his words. “It’s…a bad word and you shouldn’t repeat it.” Dean says finally.

“Oh, sorry.”

“It’s okay, once you’re older you can say whatever you want. Just don’t repeat what the grown-ups say.”

“Okay.” She said happily.

“Now, let’s get you cleaned up and off to your new bed. We’ll adopt you into our pack.” Dean says.

“Dean, are you sure? She’s human.”

“So are we when we’re in this form. Sam, she has nowhere to go. And Crowley is probably after her. She’s safe here.” Dean explains. “Now. She may be human, she’s not for eating. No human ever is. I never what to see that again. Is that clear?” he says sternly.

“Yes sir.” They said in unison.

She woke up in a cold sweat, tears dried to her cheeks. It was still late. But she was too scared to go back asleep.

Remembering the nights events, she walked out of her room into the bunker’s long hallways.

Dean had shown her where everyone’s rooms were. So, she made her way to his room.

She saw his sleeping form in his dark room, his door cracked open.

She sniffled as she entered. The sound waking Dean up.

“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” he asks groggily.

“Bad dream.” She said, sobs began to shake through her little body again.

Without hesitation Dean picked her up, and laid her down next to him holding her close.

“Shh, I got you sweetheart. Nothing’s gonna hurt you. Not while I’m here.” He whispers in her ear.

Feeling protected and safe in his arms, she felt herself calm down and lull off to sleep.

“Thank you…daddy.” She says sleepily.

Dean smiled, kissing atop her forehead.

“You’re welcome sweetheart. Welcome to the pack. Now, get some sleep.” He whispers. Pulling the covers over them, letting sleep take him while he held her protectively in his arms. She clung onto him like a big teddy bear, afraid she’d lose him. But slept the night away, no nightmares but dreams of possibilities.

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