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I've Got You
Summary: After a year of being in Purgatory, Dean has returned and is trying to make sense of what happened while he was away.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader (more of a friendship; they deeply care about each other but nothing wildly romantic happens in this story)
Word Count: ~1.6k
Warnings: Light cursing, angst, Dean/Sam contention (this takes place after Dean gets back from Purgatory and Sam is on/off with Amelia), light fluff, light blood/silver testing (non-descriptive)
A/N: Happy October, friends! This is my first entry for the #flufftober2023 @flufftober prompt challenge. The prompt is: "I've got you." I hope you enjoy!
“Dean,” you breathed as you walked through the door of the cabin. Even after you heard his voice on the phone, you couldn’t be sure it was really him–not until you saw him.
“Test me,” his words were firm and clear–much firmer than you remembered. You processed that the man had been in Purgatory for the last year, and his experience had most likely hardened his already tough demeanor.
“Dean, I–” you tried to stop him.
“Test me, dammit,” he grumbled as he grabbed what looked like a jug of holy water and took a swig of it. Next was the silver; he didn’t hesitate to run it along his forearm before he wrapped the cut it left behind with a bandana. He wiped the blade on his denim jeans.
“Dean,” you said, for the third time now. Your eyes burned with tears. You knew it was him from the get go, but now it was confirmed. He handed you the holy water and the blade. You moved slower than he did, but you took a sip of the water and winced at the bitterness; it was laced with salt. Then, you took the blade and matched his movements with a small slice on the underside of your forearm.
Without allowing another moment to pass, he pulled you in tightly to his chest for a hug–so tight, you thought you might not be able to breathe as your body was crushed against his.
“God, it’s good to see you,” he breathed in your hair before he finally released you. “Where’s Sammy?” His eyes moved over your face inquisitively.
“I, uh, I don’t know, Dean,” you were careful with your words. You were a little bit angry with Sam, but you didn’t want to have to explain why to Dean.
“What do you mean, you don’t know?” The sharpness made you blink, but you knew he wasn’t trying to hurt you with his tone. The man had been in Purgatory for a year, for Christ’s sake.
There was no way around it, though. You were going to have to try to explain and hope he could understand.
“I’ve gotta get out of here,” Sam mumbled. It had been three days since you all had killed the Leviathans, but somehow Dean and Castiel had been killed in the process. You had spent three days researching and looking for how to find them, but you had come up empty. Sam had tossed around the idea of Purgatory , for Cas, at least, because he was an angel; but neither of you knew how that worked–the death of an angel? Where would they go? Could an angel go to Hell?
“Sam, we’re going to find them,” your eyes were heavy, you hadn’t slept. The pain of running in circles reading and re-reading and searching was making you feel crazy.
“Are we? Even if we do find them, how are we going to get them out?” Sam was angry, and you understood that. But anger wasn’t helping the situation, and you wished he could realize that.
“I don’t know yet,” you sighed as you placed your elbows on the wooden table in front of you and dropped your head into your hands. “We will find a way. We always do.”
“I have no one now. My family is dead, I just…I gotta get out of here,” he repeated. His words stung, but you knew you weren’t family. You weren’t even a hunter, initially. You had stumbled into this world when the Winchesters had saved you on a hunt a while back. Now that you knew what went bump in the night, there was no turning back. “I’m sorry, but I have to go…” Sam seemed reckless, but you also knew that you couldn’t stop him. Not really, anyway.
You stayed silent, but as the door closed behind him, tears pooled in your tired eyes.
After you had explained carefully what had transpired, you tried to ease the blow. “You always wanted Sam to get out of the hunting life, Dean.” Your words were soft.
Dean sat on the sofa leaned forward, his elbows on his thighs as he stared at the wall opposite him. His jaw tightened, but he didn’t say a word.
“I gotta get some air,” he cleared his throat and stood quickly. He reached for his jacket. “I’ll be back later.” Before you could say a word, he was already out the door and pulling it behind him with a slam. You couldn’t help but feel defeated, yet again.
This was the third dive bar you had checked in an hour. You had lost hope and wondered if you really knew the oldest Winchester at all as you looked for him. But there he sat on a barstool at the end of the dimly lit bar.
You heaved a sigh before you walked towards him. “I’m gettin’ real tired of looking for your ass,” you grumbled playfully as you carefully moved onto the stool next to him.
His eyes didn’t move from the back of the bar as he took a pull from his beer.
“Yeah, well, at least somebody’s lookin’,” he muttered just loud enough for you to hear.
You weren’t sure what to say to that immediately, so instead you leaned against the bar and flagged down the bartender. “Could I get a Stella, please?” The bartender nodded and went to retrieve your bottled beer.
A few moments of silence passed. “I just thought he’d look for me,” Dean's voice cut through the quiet noise in the bar as he stared at the label on his bottle. His fingernails picked at the edges in a way to distract himself.
“I know,” you tried to form the words in your head before they tumbled out of your mouth incorrectly. “Sam loves you, Dean. He’s just…he’s tired. Does that make it right? Not necessarily. You’re his brother, but this life…it’s not the life he wanted.”
“And you think I wanted it?!” His voice raised as he looked at you incredulously.
“I’m not saying that. I’m just saying that you and Sam are different people,” you tried to explain carefully, reminding yourself again that it’s not you, it’s Purgatory.
He seemed to relax as he remembered this was you that he was talking to. “I’m sorry,” he groaned inwardly as he turned back in his stool to face the bar. “I would do absolutely anything for Sammy. I was lost when he was gone. I just thought he might do the same.” After a quick pull from his beer, he changed the subject. “So, what’d you do this past year?” Dean asked acrimoniously, as he glanced at you briefly and toyed with the paper label on his beer bottle.
You waited for a moment, just as the bartender placed your own beer in front of you. You moved it around in your hands for a few seconds. Like Dean, your fingers found the sticker on the bottle and began to pick at it so you wouldn’t have to look at him. “I looked for you,” you answered slowly before you pulled the beer to your mouth and took a sip. You felt his gaze now, his head turned to watch you as if he was surprised to hear what you said. “I hunted a little, here and there. Mostly just when I stumbled upon a job, though.”
“...you looked for me?”
You were surprised that he was surprised. It was your turn to turn your head back to him to meet his gaze. “Of course I did,” you said hesitantly. “I tried everything, Dean. I interrogated demons, I tried to make a deal, I tried to summon Crowley–”
He cut you off very quickly. “Woah, woah, woah,” his eyes were narrowed in on you now and you watched his entire body tense. “You tried to make a deal? And summoning Crowley?” He was pissed. You didn’t care.
“None of it worked, Dean. The crossroad demons said they didn’t know where you were, but I didn’t believe them…though I’m wondering if they really didn’t, since you were in Purgatory,” you were mostly just reading your own internal dialogue at this point. “I’m not sure how that works, exactly.” You nibbled gently on your bottom lip as you processed your thoughts.
“Are you insane?” He was still pissed. His voice rose a bit in volume and you glanced around to see the handful of other bar patrons glance in your direction.
“Oh, calm down,” you said in a hushed tone while you rolled your eyes. “Like you wouldn’t do the same thing.” Dean knew it was true, but he still wasn’t happy. “Again, none of it worked anyway.”
“You know better than that,” he shook his head, the disappointment bled through his words. But somewhere mixed in with the frustration, you heard gratitude.
“And you know better, too. I wasn’t just going to sit on my ass or ride off into the sunset like everything was fine,” you still couldn’t find his gaze. It was easier to stare at the glass bottle between your hands.
He didn’t respond right away. The sound of Def Leppard’s “Pour Some Sugar On Me” was playing on the jukebox now, and it was the only noise you could hear just over the chatter of the other people in the bar. “Thanks,” you weren’t sure you heard him right away, but you felt his fingers graze the top of one of your hands that was clasped around the bottle. “I’m really glad I’ve got you. So if some shit ever goes down again, no goin' off and making deals to save me. If I came back and somethin' had happened to you..." his voice trailed off. You would spend a lot of time wondering what he had wanted to say, but chose not to. Instead, you moved your head to look straight into those green eyes, and that’s when you noticed it. A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, and while his eyes were still sad, you saw a glimmer of hope.
A/N: Thank you for reading! As always, I am always open to any feedback you may have :)
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Hickeys
Dean Winchester x reader, smut minors dni!!
Tw: porn with no plot, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), reader is 18+, alcohol consumption, slight praising, not proofread
This is my first time writing smut so please tell me how you liked it so I can improve!
It was a usual Friday evening for you, mixing cocktails behind the bar that was your second home. Serving drinks to already drunk men and then having them flirt with you. It is disgusting, and you know it, but you really are in need of the money. The only benefit it has, is that the men who already drank away most of their sanity, leave pretty good tips.
The door opens and a man steps in, you haven’t seen him before. Normally the customers are people who come in pretty often, but you are sure, that you would recognize those pretty eyes, if you would’ve seen them before. He walks over and takes the open seat next to your usual customer. Wasting no time to get to know the handsome stranger, you make your way over to him.
„Hey, what can I get for you?“ ripping him out of his thoughts. He flashes you a beautiful smile, looking deep into your eyes. „I think I’ll start with a beer and then see where the evening takes me“ he says with his deep voice. You hand him a beer with a smile and then walk over to a new customer that just entered. Meanwhile his eyes never left you, he could swear, you were mesmerizing.
Not long after, your shift was over, your coworker taking over. For some reasons you don’t wanna leave yet, maybe it is the longing stare of the handsome stranger, maybe it’s your thirst for some alcohol. Whatever it is, you decide to stay a little longer, pouring yourself a shot. You sneak a look over to the direction of the man and after a little time you decide to pour a second one. Downing your shot you go over to him and hand him the other shot you just poured.
„Here, this one is on the house“ you say. He takes the glass and drinks it, wasting no time. „My name is Dean“ he tells you and you swear his voice is laced with honey. „Y/n“ you answer reaching out your hand, he takes it in his. You decide to sit down next to him and talk a little.
A few shots later you find yourself behind the building making out to him. Usually you aren’t one, for making out with strangers, but something about him makes your knees feel weak. The way his tongue moves against yours makes you feel like you’re in heaven. His hands exploring your body, sliding up your shirt.
„Maybe we should take this somewhere more private?“ he moans out in between kisses, you let go and nod at him. He pulls your hand and Leads you towards a black Impala in the parking lot. By now it was already pretty late, most of the other customers already on their way home, only one other car standing in front of the bar. As soon as the door of his vehicle closes, you push your lips back onto his.
„Eager much, aren’t we?“ he asks before kissing you back. You don’t answer just letting your hands roam his body, sliding down his toned stomach down to his pants. Your hands find his erection pretty soon, him letting out a deep moan. Slightly laughing at his reaction you squeeze a little, feeling him throb against you. His hands move up and around your neck pulling you away from his lips.
„Don‘t be a brat, you better get to work, or else I won’t let you cum“ he says, squeezing you a little. You can’t help but get even more turned on by his words, sending shivers right between your thighs. He lets go of you and you slide down a little in your seat, your face lining up with his crotch. You open his pants and try to pull them down with his help. Your hands slipping in his pants, slipping out his already hardened cock. Wrapping you delicate hands around his shaft to pumping up and down a little. His head falls back a little as he lets out a moan.
Not wanting to waste more time, you put your lips around his cock, swirling your tongue around his tip. His hand finds the back of your head, slowly pushing you further down his length. You let out a muffled moan as his tip nudges against the back of your throat. Dean feels like he is in heaven, feeling you mouth slide up and down his cock. „Fuck Baby, you‘re too good at this“ his words sending tingles right between your legs.
With one rough tug on your hair he pulls you off his Member and smashes his lips back on yours. Back on his lap you start to grind on his big cock, moaning in his mouth. He lets out a soft chuckle at your desperate attempt to get some relief. „What is so funny“ you say pulling away from his lips. His emerald green eyes find yours and for some reason you can’t pull away. Your lips part again to let out a moan as you feel his hand slip under your skirt and rubbing over your clothed heat, a wet patch already forming on your lace panties. „Nothing, just like the way you sound, I wonder what noise you make while I fuck into you“ he says into your ear.
„Why don‘t you just find out“ you say in between your moans. As your word hit his ears, he tugs off your panties as fast as possible, his mouth latching against your neck. The cold air hits the wetness between your legs and you let out a shiver. He pulls back once again to tug at your shirt, signaling to you to take it off. You help him pulling your shirt over your head, exposing your breast at him. His eyes never leaving your chest as he starts to slip his fingers between your folds, collecting some of your wetness that has formed.
His touch not being enough you let out a whimper, which causes his eyes to snap back at your face. „What’s wrong sweetheart? You already have enough?“ he lets out in a teasing tone. He knows what you want, but he wants you to beg for it. „Dean please, just fuck me“ you whine out grinding on his fingers between your folds. „Good Girl“ he purrs out as he pulls his fingers away and spreads your wetness over his length.
Being impatient, you grab his cock and line it up with your hole. You can’t remember the last time you wanted to be fucked this bad. Slowly putting his cock inside, you let out a long moan, his member fitting perfectly inside of you. His hands find your hips, steadying you on his lap. You need some time to get used to his cock inside of you, but soon you slowly start to rock back and forth on his length.
His grip tightens on your hips, meanwhile his lips find your chest nibbling and sucking at your boobs. Your moans being music in your ears, he grunts against your skin. The movement of his lips on your skin sends a shiver down your spine, causing you to tighten around him. He starts to thrust upwards, meeting your hips creating a steady rhythm. You feel his tip deep inside of you, hitting all the right spots.
The windows start to fog up and the rocking of the car definetly let everyone around know what is going on inside. But neither of you could care more, to engulfed of having each other so close. „Dean, you’re so fucking big“ you say, filling his ego even more. Suddenly he he lifts you up a little and flips you over, so you’re under him. His lips smash back onto yours as he starts to rock harder into your core. Some of your moans are muffled by his mouth but as he bends your knees up to your chest, you let out a loud scream. Somehow he manages to get even deeper into you and you can’t help but get lost in the feeling of him fucking into you hard. His cock hitting your g-spot with every thrust. The unfamiliar feeling starting to build into your core, as his thrust start to get harder.
„I am so close Dean“ you manage to get out of you in between your moans. His fingers slide down to your clit hearing your words, circling around it slowly bringing you closer to your orgasm. „Let go baby, come for me“ he says grunting against your neck. His words push you over the edge, finally hitting that hard orgasm. You scream out his name, scratching down his back as you begin to see stars. He feels his orgasm too, pulling out of you and rubbing his cock on your belly.
You feel his hot cum on your stomach as he finishes on you with a moan. He collapses down on your chest, both of you still breathing hard. „We definetly have to do that again“ he says against your chest. You let out a laugh of agreement, while he slowly gets up looking at you below him. Your upper body painted with red hickeys and his cum. He helps you clean off and get dressed. You turn around to grab your panties only to see him putting them into his back pocket. „I just want to remember you“ he says as he catches you staring.
After exchanging phone numbers and a few more kisses you get out of his car and walk over to yours. You can still feel some of the wetness trickle down your legs thinking about the time you spend with the handsome man. A honk takes you out of your thoughts and you look back only to see him with his window rolled down. „You better cover up for work tomorrow, or everyone will know what you’ve been up to“ he shouts over to you, pointing at your hickey littered neck. „Oh Shut up“ you tell him while you share a laugh. You decide to flash your boobs to him one last time and wink at him before getting in your car and driving off. This way definetly not the last time you would spend some time with him.
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Those Two Words (a Dean x OC preview!)
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Summary: Coming soon
Warnings: This preview contains mentions of grief, mourning, and depression. Further tags to come when fully posted
WC: N/A (in progress)
There’s a light that flickers inside. A bundle of life to soar within your chest like thousands of butterflies to kiss your skin. It loves, forgives, and guides through this short journey left on Earth. It’s filled with beauty - something to never know pain or darkness, and yet it comes. Heartache penetrates this shimmer - wounds left behind as violent claws reach through your soul to tear it in two. There’s no peace, not even in grieving for the loss of someone you loved - or the loss of a piece of yourself. Time is the only ally, yet enemy all the same. Time brings distance from the pain, allowing wounds to stitch together with the hope of becoming whole again. Then the guilt comes - fallen from the tongue of someone unseen, yet buried in your mind. It calls you “selfish” and “unloving” as you move - not on, but forward. You allow fingers to pry their way through a healing light, and rip it open to bleed and create an ugly scar. A reminder of the hurt - the suffering.
The light heals but is weaker than it once had been. Tired from the time spent in recovery, yet strong enough to carry on - for you to carry on. It quivers and shakes as the memories come flooding in, yet you remain strong on two feet. Sometimes it falters - flickering in and out to leave its person in a daze, fighting to catch their breath or understand their surroundings. Like now, a mere two words rang out like a church bell in her ears. Yet, not of something to celebrate and praise, but rather, a time of mourning. Two words to lock her in place, mouth hung agape as she tried to understand..if she heard correctly. They trickle in like the start of summer's rainfall, until the pressure builds and breaks through the dam, dousing the light.
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Dentist Croatia (Be The Young 28)
GIANT TW which will be valid for each episode for suicidal thoughts, SELF H*RM, violence, cursing, relatives dying, mentions of s*x, s*xual assault
All chapter titles are song titles, some of them translated from Italian songs. We start from the first season and make out way through the series. I will break canon (mostly from the S2 finale) but will try to get back into it for the sake of ✨ lore ✨ .
Summary: Emily Reed, born and raised in Portland, is preparing her admission papers for Stanford, medical school. Little does she know, her life is about to change forever.
"After reading this whole letter, call John Winchester. [...] He’s your real father."
A/N: drama. sorry.
MASTERLIST
Dentist Croatia
We breathe a weird air in motels
Like an eternal arrival
The stains on the beds go away with some Chanteclair
There’s no lights in San Siro and we’re
sons of an agnostic God
Who believes in horoscope
And when you die he doesn’t ask
“Where are you going?”
Emily could not shake off the hell flashback she had in the panic room, even if it was so quick she could not figure out what was happening. She knew for sure Dean was in it and that it was painful. Not much more than that. She could not sleep much at night, haunted by nightmares about hell and about the week that immediately preceded it. Emily would mostly lie awake, staring at the ceiling, trying to not blink too much.
She knew Dean was also awake most of the time, but she didn’t want to burden him with more problems. Especially not after Castiel had warned them about Sam taking a “dangerous road”. They didn’t know what it meant but they knew that it had something to do with what Azazel did to him and Emily as children.
One night, restless, she decided to just go for a walk to shake those scary memories away, but was met with the vision of Sam on the doorstep.
“Where are you going?” She asked, inquisitive.
“Uh- just taking a walk.” Said Sam, way too suspiciously for Emily's liking.
“Right.” She noticed a woman in a car, waiting for him in front of the motel room. “And who’s that?” The second she said that, the woman walked out of the car and reached them.
“Sam, it’s alright. Maybe she can help.” She whispered. Sam looked back and forth in between the two women. Emily, confused, was waiting for an explanation. “Come on!” The woman dragged Sam away and he gestured to Emily to follow. Curious to see what was happening and hoping it wasn’t a weird sexual hang out, she followed the woman in the car.
“So, Sam, want to introduce me to your girlfriend?”
“She’s not-” He tried to say. The woman scowled at him. “Right, this is Ruby, Ruby, this is Emily.”
“Wait, Ruby as in-”
“Yes, the demon who gave you the knife. Nice to finally meet you.”
“I wish I could say the same. Sam, what’s happening?”
“Emily, she’s nice. Really.”
“Nice?!” She raised her eyebrows. “She’s a demon!” Ruby seemed slightly offended and annoyed. “Where are we going anyway?”
“I’ll show you.”
She took advantage of being in the backseat to send a blind text to Dean. It read: “GPS on, I’m with Sam.” and she prayed to every single entity she knew he would read it and understand it.
They stopped the car in an abandoned warehouse. Inside were two men tied to chairs.
“Sam,“ she stopped him from his arm and dragged him a dozen feet away. Ruby watched, restless. ”...what the hell is going on?”
“Okay, so you know how when people get possessed, they mostly die because they get stabbed, shot and such?”
”...or tied to a chair and tortured.” She pointed to the man. “Yes, and?”
“We are going to save this one.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Just- watch.” Sam jogged back in and she quickly checked her phone. Dean had answered her with a single “k”. She hoped he would hurry and reluctantly followed Sam inside the warehouse.
After a brief interaction with one of the two people sitting in the chair, who soon revealed themselves to be demons, Sam raised his hand and black smoke came out of the man. The vessel woke up, in pain but alive.
“Holy-” Sam looked back at Emily.
“So?”
“Sam, I saw and have done some weird ass shit, but this beats it all. And you’re working with a demon?!”
“Try to keep an open mind about this-”
“Absolutely not, this is too weird, even for me. And I can have you fly on the wall without even touching you!”
“I think you could do it as well.” Said Ruby, while helping the man.
“Me? Uh-uh. I- No, absolutely not! And of course you’re hiding shit from Dean. Of course! When will you two ever learn?”
“Don’t-”
“Don’t tell him? Right, Sam, I will definitely help you cover your love story with a fucking demon!”
Sam took a big breath and Ruby looked at him, concerned. “Look.” She said, “We’re not doing anything wrong here, we’re saving people. And you could do it too if you gave it a try. Word is you are even more powerful.”
“Word is wrong. And don’t you even try to talk to me like we’re friends.” Answered Emily, bitterly looking at her. “You are the lowest of the low.”
“You think you’re much better?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.”
“Right, the only thing you are missing is a pair of black eyes.”
“Don't you fucking dare-”
Emily was interrupted by a clanging sound behind a wall, which she was sure was Dean. The argument was interrupted as Ruby and Sam decided to leave.
Emily was on edge until she opened the motel door, and was about to start yelling at Sam again, but saw Dean staring at them angrily. Sam rolled his eyes.
Emily heard Sam’s voice in her head. Of course you told him.
What was I supposed to do? She instinctively turned to Sam, frustrated.
Keep your mouth shut!
You invited me in a threesome with a demon!
That’s not-
That’s exact-
“Alright, stop whatever psycho shit you’ve got going on and SPEAK!!” Dean’s voice startled both Sam and Emily, who immediately stopped silently gesturing at each other. “Sam, give one reason to not grab my shit and leave right now!”
“Look-” Tried to say Sam, but Dean quickly interrupted him by punching him.
“Dean!” Intervened Emily, trying to stop him from punching him again. As much as she knew it was a terrible moment to use her powers, the temptation of using them on Dean was very high, especially because she could not hold him back any longer and he hit Sam again.
“Satisfied?” Asked the latter, touching his nose.
After that, Emily was finally able to push Dean back and stop him from his shoulder.
“Dean, come on- “ He shook her hands away and swallowed.
“Do you even know how far off the reservation you've gone? How far from normal? From human?” He asked, disgusted. Emily felt as if a little piece of her heart was cut away from her. She had the same powers as Sam, she had never hidden that. Did that mean that Dean felt that way about her? Did he think she was not human?
“I'm just exorcising demons!”
“With your mind!” Emily gave up on keeping them apart and just leaned on the wall. Dean gazed at her in a way she did not like. It was a gaze which said “I’ll deal with you later”.
But if he really thought she wasn’t human, why didn’t he ever say so?
Was that the real reason he was so hostile after Sam died?
“What else can you do?”
“I can send them back to hell. It only works with demons, and that's it.” Sam’s words seemed to re-ignite Dean’s anger so much he pushed his brother until he almost hit the wall.
“Dean!” Emily tried to intervene again. She recognized the same tone she had used to warn Dean when he started throwing beer bottles at the wall, almost two years prior. He seemed to have recognized it as well, because he stopped for a second to look at her. “Stop.” She repeated. “Please.” The second word came out more as a beg than a request. The feelings Dean’s yelling were giving her were unpleasant and too close to panic for her to stand there and watch. Dean, to Emily’s surprise, let go of Sam and turned around.
“I’m sorry, I should have said something.” Said Sam. “But look at the other side.”
“The other side?” Repeated Dean.
“I’m pulling demons out of innocent people!”
“Use the knife!”
“The knife kills the victim. What I do, most of them survive! Look, I've saved more people in the last five months than we save in a year.” The more Sam tried to explain himself, the more Dean seemed angry.
“That’s what Ruby wants you to think? Uh? Kind of like the way she tricked you into using your powers?”
“What about Emily, Dean?” Sam pointed at her. “She’s got powers, right? I don’t see you going around and calling her a monster!”
“For the love of Pete- First of all, keep me out of this. “ She said. “And second, I wasn’t convinced by a demon to use my powers, I had to learn how to use them because they were out of control!”
“And I have not said anything about you being a monster!” Added Dean.
“You didn’t need to say it.”
“What, you’re a mind reader now?”
“I don’t need to read your mind, I know you! I can see it on your face!”
“Right.” Said Dean, dismissive.
“So you’re not denying.”
“No. If I didn’t know you- I would want to hunt you.”
Emily covered her face with her hand as she felt her panic being overwritten by Sam’s sadness. “God, I hate this.” She whispered, trying to regain control of her own emotions. Dean quickly gazed back at her.
“You were gone. I was here. I had to keep on fighting without you. And what I'm doing... It works.” When Sam spoke, Dean turned back at him again.
“Well, tell me. If it's so terrific... then why'd you lie about it to me?” Said Dean, walking forward. “Why did an angel tell me to stop you?”
Another wave of Sam’s emotion reached Emily and for a second, she lost control. The mirror above the sink cracked. She mumbled a profanity under her breath and looked up, upset.
“Castiel said that if I don't stop you, he will. See what that means, Sam? That means that God doesn't want you doing this. So, are you just gonna stand there and tell me everything is all good?” Dean and Sam’s argument was concluded by a phone ringing. Drawing a breath of relief, Emily sat on one of the two beds.
As Sam talked on the phone, Dean took a step back towards his sister. “Are you okay?”
“No, no-” she sighed, fighting tears back. “I forgot how fucking overwhelming this thing is.”
#supernatural ff#angst#dean winchester#sisterfic supernatural#be the young#supernatural fanfiction#Supernatural angst#supernatural sister fic#spn#spn fanfic#ao3#supernatural a03 fanfict#sister fic
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CAS IS GONE AND DEAN SUDDENLY WANTS TO KILL HIMSELF??? A THING WHICH THEY EXPLICITLY STATE IN THE EPISODE??? THAT DEAN WANTS TO DIE?? AND THEN HE FINDS OUT CAS IS BACK AND ITS LIKE THE WHOLE GODDAMN WORLD IS MADE OF SUNSHINE AND RAINBOWS?? THEY ALMOST ROMEO AND JULIETED THESE BITCHES!!! CAS WAS ALREADY ALIVE AGAIN. DEAN FINDS OUT WITHIN AN HOUR OF GETTING REVIVED AGAINST HIS WILL????
THEY ALMOST ROMEO AND JULIETED DEAN AND CAS ARE YOU FUCKING ME???
#Be so fucking for real right now#spn writers owe me compensation#Romeo and Juliet spn#Cas and Dean are in love#ffs#spn#supernatural#dean winchester#destiel#castiel#deancas#casdean
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Happy 4 years to Dean's purgatory prayer to those who celebrate
#insane performance in an insane scene#i got CHILLS while watching it for the first time#this scene turned non-shippers into shippers ffs#destiel#supernatural#spn 15x09
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pov: your camera roll if you were dating sam winchester
tagging my sun: @fleurfairie
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𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 мαѕтerlιѕт
(Beau Arlen x Female Reader)
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: A coffee shop owner and a sheriff both infatuated with one another, yet neither will make a move because of the fear of rejection and dangers of attachment. While you find yourself distracting yourself with the handsome Andre, Beau is working a kidnapping case. When the case hits too close to home, how will Sheriff Arlen cope with the thought of you becoming the next captive of the kidnappers in his case?
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: kidnapping, mature topics such as rape. other warnings are to be determined, some instances may not he suitable for all audiences. this is your warning.
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: if you would like to be tagged in this series, don’t hesitate to ask.
𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞: 11.07.23
𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞: 01.14.24
𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 1
𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 2
𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 3
𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 4
𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 5
𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 6 (trigger warning)
𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 7
𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 8
𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 9
𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞
#jensen ackles#jensen ackles imagine#beau arlen ff#beau arlen x female reader#beau arlen x you#beau arlen x reader#beau arlen#jensen ackles big sky#big sky fanfiction#big sky fanfic#big sky#jensen ackles x you#supernatural#spn
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what if i perished
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Chapter 1 - Surprise.
Heritage series.
Paring: poly!BTS x Female!Shy!Skinny!Chosen!Reader.
Type: dark romance, horror au, soulmate au, poly relationship, slowburn, yandere.
Warnings: Horror themes, some religion themes (mostly demonic), gore, blood, manipulation, witchcraft, magic themes, death (side characters), mentionings of forced marriage, mentioning about past, loss, yandere, obsessive, possessive, swearing, low self-esteem,dealing with grief, sugestive content and silly jokes created by me. (If there is more to add let me know.)
Previous chapter. Next chapter.
Summary: The life can be suprising. Sometimes it comes out with an sudden love, some struggling or you can inherit something from a very distant family.
Author's note: so we are beginning. This chapter will be a little longer, if it is going to get out of hand, I'll divide it. This is a made up story, fiction so please don't take some information seriously.
MINORS DNI
The small casket was standing peacefuly on coffee table, three pairs of eyes observing it carefuly. With it came a letter in neat envelope, with smell of lilacs.
"Are you going to open it?" The girl with black hair asked crushing the silence.
"I don't know... suddenly I get to know that I had distant living family."
"Well not family but a family member to be accurate." Third one said with a little frown.
Y/N and her friends - Blanca and Kate were staring at it around five minutes. The casket seemed like a item from another era. It was wooden with metal decorations and lock. The key was visible inside the envelope.
"You always stated that you like those old things, but now you are hesitant."
"Because it looks so unbelievable. First the letter with casket then call to the court in case of inheritance which I had never known from family which I had never met." Y/N said with little gruff.
"Isn't that your chance to have an adventure? Like the trip to another continent isn't a big of a challenge." Blanca said confidently.
Well maybe for her because in fact she was confident and sure aboit herself. Usually they were travelling in trio, but working on different fields made them seen each other less often. Last year they had wonderful trip to the Rome and before to Stambul.
Y/N bite a little lip, then reached for a casket and envelope. Her friend put head on her shoulders on each side. She opened first letter, as they could see the small key was there. There was a decorative paper, text was written by ink, person had a very old syle of writing, but Y/N liked it and even found some similarities.
Dear Y/N,
I'm sorry, that we are never going to met each other. I didn't know that I have even a distant family, as much as I know the officials from Grand Hillsam will contact you about the mansion. It's an old, neglected building which I was keep paying for because I had some family sentiment, not mentioning I was quite rich. Please keep this part of the pendant, that belonged to my grandmother, which was in our family for ages. I believe you have the second part. Let it protect you from bad things.
Aunt Lizzie
After reading letter aloud the silence has fallan upon them. Y/Ns eyes went immediately to casket. She picked up small key and opened it with small 'click'. Inside really was a pendant, small solar disk, currently below her sweater was a necklace with small cerscent moon.
"It' looks like separate part." Blanca frowned.
Y/N took them both and looked closely. It turned out the these could be combined and now the sunshines were going out of moon part, which was silver and sun was gold.
"It's beautiful." Kate summed up looking at it.
"I agree." Y/N admired completed piece, then put it on her neck.
"Did you talk with the boss? He'll allow you to go?"
"We kinda have no option. Luckily we've finished big project and I can do home office. I'll focus on daily tasks and small project, which don't need to a lot of communication with a team." She explained with little sigh.
"But where are you going to stay?"
"I received a call after submiting all files in court. I just need to pay for a flying ticket, then they'll pick me up from airport and drive to Grand Hillsam, there I am going to met all necessary officials." Y/N said furrowing her eyebrows.
"Are you sure you want to go alone? And besides that you are sure that'w not a scam?"
"Well the court checked all info for me and confirm it's all correct. The town is actually very nice to allowing me pay only for ticket. I will stay in the motel till the case will be solved. And well, I am kinda scared to go alone, but it's mine heritage and you are busy that time for first and second we don't know how it'll take, so I asked a boss for homeoffice."
"Well let's see at good points. You are going to see very old mansion and probably have time to wander around after work." Kate smiled trying to improve friend's mood.
"Thanks God it isn't winter. That season can be really harsh in those town." Y/N muttered.
"Oh yea you mentioned that it's kinda small town deep in the forest and mountains."
"That's right, I hope the net will be all right."
"Let's not worry too much. We'll help you pack and go to the airport, also you have to keep us updated." Blanca said pointing her finger at Y/N.
The trio smiled and conversation went on and on about the case, then about casual things. She wanted to leave in a week, so they wanted to spent all the time they could.
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Jimin stopped in front of neglected garden, which was in left part of whole mansion field. The grass was too high and stone path was now cracked and dirty. Trees has grown too much, no flowers in sight and vines on all stone walls, and some untreated big bushes. He frowned looking at all those mess and his chest tightened. How long this place was abandoned? Once beautiful now dewastated? Jimin narrowed his eyes and the plants started to disappear, like the life was escaping from the ground, unwanted vines were dying, grass cut itself and few branches fell from the trees then perished into dust. Some flowerbed formed with each kind of flowers, bushes shaped into tidy hedge. Fountain without the water got cleaned from moss and vines, path was now neatly lead into it. Behind it and where the mansion final wall was protecting the garden from outside wild forest submerged the sun clock from the ground. Jimin was content with his work, now the place was more familiar, more welcoming. He eyed the garden once more, when his eyes suddenly shone with crimson colour, black rose appeard almost under the behind wall. Jimin smirked and transformed into nightingale, then left the garden in a hurry, his job there was done for now.
Next chapters will be longer 💖
#bts x reader#bts soulmate au#poly bts#supernatural#mystery#dark romance#yandere bts#yandere bts x reader#horror#demons#bts jin#bts yoongi#bts namjoon#bts hoseok#bts jimin#bts taehyung#bts jungkook#bts ff
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I Always Have
Summary: Dean reluctantly agrees to visit a haunted house with you.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader
Word Count: ~2.1k
Warnings: Slight language, small mention of claustrophobia, fluff!
A/N: Day 3 of the #flufftober2023 (@flufftober) prompt challenge! The prompt is: "Wait, you love me?" - "I always have." Side note: if you are on my tag list, I am planning/attempting to post once a day during the month of October. I know that’s a lot of tags and mentions, so if you’d like to be removed you can do so through the Tag List linked in my bio.
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Haunted Houses weren’t really Dean’s thing…well, of course real haunted houses were. But this was different. This wasn’t haunted by real spirits or monsters; mostly just local high school and college students who needed extra money in the fall so they dressed up like ghosts and ghouls.
Dean had always hated the idea of actually visiting a haunted house. “You’re gonna pay money to go into an old building and have idiot kids try to scare you? Seriously? That’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard.”
“It’s not just a haunted house, Deanie,” you had egged him on with the nickname he didn’t seem to appreciate. “It’s the pumpkins, and the apple cider, and that fun feeling of experiencing fall and Halloween as a kid.” He had just rolled his eyes. You loved getting under his skin, and as much as you would tell Sam you didn’t know why, you knew (and Sam knew, for that matter).
“Would you two just kiss already?” Sam had teased you from the kitchen of the bunker one night after you had poked and pushed on Dean so hard he had given up and retreated to his bedroom.
“Ew,” you had forced yourself to shudder at the thought. “Don’t make me puke.”
He laughed so hard he tossed his head back as he did it. “Yeah, okay. The tension between you two is about to make me puke, so do me a favor and just keep it outta the main living areas, got it?” He wasn’t able to dodge the sponge you had been washing dishes with as you tossed it right at his head.
So here you stood on this October night in the bunker looking at Dean blankly. You blinked twice.
“You comin’ or not?” He drawled with mock frustration as he pulled his army green jacket over his red and black buffalo plaid flannel. He grabbed the keys off of the counter top and looked at you expectantly.
“You’re taking me to the haunted house?” You still didn’t believe him.
“I was plannin’ on it, but you better hurry the hell up before I change my mind,” he grumbled but couldn’t hide the tug at the corner of his lips as you practically squealed and ran by him to get your jacket.
“Dude,” Sam eyed his brother as soon as you were out of ear shot.
“I don’t want to hear it,” Dean held up his hand and went to wait for you in the Impala.
“What made you change your mind?” You finally asked as Dean pulled the Impala into a parking spot in the dirt field. There were tons of other cars—this wasn’t just a haunted house, but a haunted trail as well and you could hardly hide your excitement.
“I was tired of hearin’ you bitch and moan,” he shot you a cheesy, over exaggerated smile with his eyes squinted. You rolled your eyes and flung the door open. “Hey, careful with my Baby!” He chirped, his face suddenly morphed into a small scowl.
“I’m not gonna hurt your precious car, Deanie,” you teased as you met him by the front of the Impala. Each step you took almost had a skip to it, and you couldn’t help yourself as you slipped your arm through his and linked it just at his elbow.
You weren’t sure if you imagined it, but you felt like his demeanor softened. The two of you walked like that as your boots crunched against the gravel and dirt. There were quite a few others there and a line had formed. The trail was dark but lit by yellow glowing lanterns strung from trees and solar path lights on the ground.
“Fifteen dollars per person,” there was a teenaged boy at the front of the line with a cash box. Dean’s scowl returned. “Cash only.” He added on at the end.
“Seriously? Fifteen bucks?” He looked at the kid who just pointed to the sign taped to the front of the table he was at. It read in printed font, ‘$15 per adult’. “Great,” Dean fumbled in his back pocket for his wallet.
“I got it, Dean. You brought me here and I know it’s not your thing,” you reached for your cross body bag to fish out the money.
“I got it,” Dean huffed as he retrieved a $20 and a $10 from his leather wallet. “Here.” He handed it to the kid. The kid nodded you both into the event. “What first? Trail or house?”
“Hmm,” you pondered, your excitement had returned. “Let’s do the trail first.” Your eyes wandered for a second and a squeal left your lips again before you could reign it back in as your gaze noticed a booth just ahead.
“Jesus Christ,” Dean mumbled, but there was a slight chuckle tucked behind it.
“Apple cider!” You practically pulled him towards the stand. There was no line, so you were under the lights of the vendor almost immediately. “Two apple ciders, please.” This time, you were sure to pull out your wallet first.
“That’ll be six dollars,” the woman returned with two cups of cider. You handed her the cash and handed a cup to Dean.
“Cheers!” You beamed as you clinked your paper cup against his. You noticed a small eye roll from him, but he obliged and took a sip.
He made a sour face. “Why do you love this stuff?” He rubbed his lips together to get the sweet sticky substance off.
“I think the real question is, how do you not love this kinda stuff,” you threw back at him as you looped your arm back through his and slowly walked towards the trail. “Halloween is so magical, Dean! It’s literally the best time of year. I think they’ve even polled people on that and determined it is actually the majority's favorite time of the year.”
“Yeah, well, they forgot to poll me on that one,” he grumbled. “We fight this stuff every day. Not this stuff, because it’s fake. But the real deal—the kinda stuff that could kill us. How are you not jaded by that?”
You took a moment before you answered. Your feet stopped moving, so Dean’s stopped too. He turned to look at you as your arm fell out of his.
“When I was a kid, my Dad loved Halloween. I swear, his whole mood changed when fall rolled around. He built a wooden casket and rigged it with fishing wire to open when our front door opened. We scared every kid that came to our house. And kids would literally come from all over to get spooked,” the memory brought a smile to your lips. “I didn’t even want to trick-or-treat half the time. I just wanted to be at home with my Dad scaring the local middle schoolers. My Dad could be difficult,” your smile fell for a moment as other memories tried to make their way through—memories that Dean was well versed in at this point in your friendship. “But when Halloween came around? Man, those were the best days.”
Dean was silent as his eyes watched your face. He saw the emotions ebb and flow as you spoke. He nodded once. “Okay, then,” he said simply. “Let’s go get spooked.” This time, he held his arm out for you to link yours through, causing you to smile.
The trail ended up being more hilarious than terrifying. But you and Dean had thoroughly enjoyed watching others jump and yell as they made their way through.
Next up, the haunted house. This was a little bit different than the trail, as the hallways were so tightly constructed, only one person could walk ahead at a time. You shuddered slightly as you waited, but it was enough for Dean to notice.
“Oh, come on,” he teased as he glanced over his shoulder at you. “You’re not scared, are you?”
Your face scrunched at him as you gave him a slight nudge. “Not scared,” you emphasized. “Just jumpy…” sounds of other haunted house goers ahead of you erupted from just inside the corridor–it made you excited all over again.
It was your turn to enter the main hallway next. They paused between groups to give everyone the full experience. Dean led the way with you closely behind. The house was even darker than outside, if possible, so it took your eyes a second or two to adjust.
There were fake cobwebs and a strobe light tucked away somewhere that sent flashes of light in the hall. Screams filled your ears, and you weren’t sure if they were from other patrons or if there was an audio playing in the background—probably the latter. Your eyes danced around in sensory overload as you tried to take it all in. As Dean rounded the first corner, you missed the memo that there were holes cut out in the wall, so when the first pair of hands reached out followed by someone growling behind the plywood, you couldn’t help the way your body jumped or the scream that followed.
Dean tossed his head back in laughter and turned briefly to look at you. Your heart beat pretty hard against your chest, but you still reached out to swat at him. He surprised you by catching your wrist with his large palm and carefully pulled your arms so they were around his middle. He held them there, and you realized he was giving you something to hold onto.
“Alright, Kat Harvey,” he referenced your favorite Casper-loving character from the classic ghost movie. “You’re alright.” The hum of his voice vibrated through the layers of clothing on his back. Even though you didn’t feel scared anymore, you couldn’t pull your arms away.
You inched behind Dean throughout the rest of the haunted house, laughter erupted from both of you as teenagers tried to scare you. It was refreshing to see Dean laugh—truly laugh—and it made you smile.
As you exited the house, he released your hands he had clutched against his middle and cleared his throat. “That was…”
“I know, I know,” you rolled your eyes as you shook off the empty feeling you felt without his touch. “It was lame, you can say it.”
He hesitated for a moment as he looked back to the house and then shrugged towards you. “Nah, I was gonna say it was actually kinda fun.” A smile tugged at his lips.
“Oh…” you grinned back. “Yeah, it was fun. Thanks for bringing me here, Dean.” You tucked a fallen strand of hair behind your ear and turned to head back to the parking lot.
“Where are you going?” He asked. When you turned back, you noticed he hadn’t moved from his spot.
“Uh…back to the car? That was all you had signed up for…heck, you kinda threw me a bone agreeing to do both the trail and the haunted house.”
“Nuh uh,” he shook his head. “I spent thirty bucks to get us in here. There’s a pumpkin carving booth over there. You said ‘pumpkins, apple cider and haunted houses’. We’re doin’ all three, dammit,” he said firmly but followed it up with a smile.
Your eyes beamed at at him and you bit your bottom lip gently before striding back over to him, “God, I love you.” Your breath caught in your throat after the last word and you froze. With widened eyes, you refused to meet his gaze.
There was a long pause that felt much longer than it probably was. But very quietly you heard his voice, “Wait, you love me?”
You paused again, but put on your big girl panties and turned to him slowly. “I always have.”
His eyes watched you closely for a moment, and then he moved to you so smoothly. His lips brushed against yours for a moment before he pulled away, but went in for another.
“I love you, too,” he murmured gently just as your lips parted. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach before he held his arm out for you once more. “Let’s go carve some pumpkins.” He smiled at you, and this time you knew it was different. It was a smile of contentment. Like everything he had needed, had come to fruition in that moment.
“Let’s,” you beamed back at him as you tucked your arm through his. He leaned towards you for one more kiss before you made your way to the pumpkin carving station. While you weren’t sure what this meant or how your life was about to change, it didn’t matter at that moment. You had pumpkins, apple cider, haunted houses and Dean Winchester at your fingertips. And with that, you couldn’t think of a more perfect autumn evening.
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I will never let anyone hurt you again
Dean Winchester x female singer reader
tw: injured reader, mentions of death, slight angst but fluff at the end
It’s been long, too long for him. She has never been away this long. After the heated argument the both of them had over a week ago, she left for a hunt; since then, there was no sign of her.
He thought of calling her multiple times, but his pride taking the best of him. Usually the both of them were inseparable, the past few months, he was different though. Not able to think straight when she was around, trying to avoid her, to just push this feeling, that has never been there before, into the back of his mind.
Stares lasting longer, than ever, emitting this tingling feeling in his stomach. But he couldn’t fall in love, that just wasn’t his thing. Their job coming with the chance of dying in every hunt, it would just hurt to loose her even more.
Next to his brother, she was the most important person in his life, the friendship of both of their fathers making it impossible to not spend time without each other. After the passing of Bobby, she decided to move into the bunker with the brothers, knowing that without them she would be completely alone. But Dean and her relationship was always different, closer than with his younger sibling.
That evening they argued, she had asked the question, that has lingered in her mind, ever since he started to act different. „Why do you avoid me all the time, have I done something wrong?“, never really having been able to control his feeling, he just let all his pent up feelings out, starting the argument.
After hours of screaming, she took off in her fathers car, he left after his passing. Knowing her, probably going on a hunt, because that is the thing she does when she is upset. That night when he went to bed, he couldn’t sleep, because of the feeling of regret that was filling up his stomach.
The ringing of his phone taking him out of his thoughts, putting the beer bottle out of his hand and taking his phone. Before he was able to say anything, the familiar voice he hadn’t heard in a couple of days, spoke on the other end.
„Hey Dean, I just wanted to let you know that I am in Downtown of Columbus, it is actually pretty nice here, the only thing that is bugging me is, that there is something stuck on my shoe and I haven’t been able to get rid of it“ her voice being to calm, he understood the thing she said immediately. „I am coming over immediately“ he said into the phone, asking her for her location.
He wasted no time jumping into his car and taking off. Sam had been on a hunt with Eileen, so he had to go alone; but he didn’t care, all he cared about was getting to the woman he deep down loved more than any person he has ever loved before.
After the drive, that took him way too long, he found the spot she sent her with ease, but to his misery she was nowhere to be found. Adrenalin rushing through his veins, thinking of the worst case scenario: her being dead just like almost everyone he loved before. He dialed her number, hoping for a sign of her to be alive, no one answered. Not wanting to give up yet, he dialed again, still no answer, but in the distance he could hear the ringtone, he heard in the bunker many times before.
His body acting faster than his mind, he rushed in the direction of the sound, finding the object with surprisingly easy. In front of an old barn, pretty far away from the city her phone laid in bush. Guessing that something bad happened, he pulled out his gun and quietly walked into the old wooden house. Inside he could hear unfamiliar voices, peeking around the corners he detected two men lingering over another person.
On a closer look he could immediately tell that the body, that was laying unconscious on the floor, was the woman he had been missing for the past few days. He wanted to run there, take down the men and save the person he swore to protect, but he knew he couldn’t, he had to find out what he was dealing with before he could try to kill the attackers in front of her.
Hiding behind the corner, he tried not to loose his mind. Taking another peek to the three people, he noticed that she slightly moved on the floor, relief flooding his body. They both lock eyes and a slight smile appeared on her blood smeared face. Her mouth starting to move, no sound coming out, so the men in front of her won’t notice.
„Vampires“ he could barely make out from the shape her lips made. Finally knowing what to do, he snuck out back to his car to get a machete. He would kill them, every single one of them, to save her; rushing back in, he didn’t care if he made any sound, the only thing he cared about was her.
Coming back in, one of the men were hovering over her, most likely wanting to suck her blood. She was trying to fight back, but she was visibly to weak to do so. „Hey you son of a bitch“ he screamed, taking the attention away from her to him. The fangs of the monsters appearing as they try to attack him.
His years of hunting experience making it easy to take down the blood suckers, face and body smeared with the blood of the men he just killed. Taking his attention back to the person he desired, he rushed over, picking her up and bringing her to the car. He wanted to take care of her wounds, and do everything he could to save her, but first he had to leave the place, before the other vampires from the nest came back.
Going over the speed limit he rushed away, to the next save place he could think of, parking his car next to a field. He turned around to the back seat, looking back at her, her wounds were bad, but she was alive. After further examination he was able to tell, that she wasn’t in danger of dying. She was still passed out as he started to tend her wounds the best he could.
Her eyes opened slowly, feeling hands over her body, first she was scared, thinking she was still captured by the vampires, but she quickly realized it was no monster. The touches starting to get softer, her wounds all bandaged up, he carefully took her into his arms. „I am so sorry, I will never let you go off alone again, I will never argue with you again, I will never let anyone hurt you again. I can’t let you die, you mean too much to me“ he whispered into the crown of her head in between small kisses.
She put her hands around him, pulling herself closer into his arms, pushing kisses into his chest. Realizing that she was alive and awake, he let tears of relief fall down his face. „I am alright Dean, I am alive“ she pushed away to look into his emerald green eyes. „Please don’t cry“ putting her hands on his face wiping his tears away.
Her being still exhausted, he drove to the closest motel, so she could regain some strength. Laying her down on the bed so she could sleep; he wanted to get some fresh air, get something to eat and drink for her. „Dean“ he heard the small voice behind him, „please, stay here with me“. He turned back around, laying his body next to her fragile one, she pulled herself back into his chest, wanting to be as close to him as possible.
And then he knew, he was in love, and no matter how hard he tried he could not get rid of his feelings for her. Brushing his fingers through her hair, trying to put her to sleep, so she could rest. „You know, I really thought I was gonna die back there“ she said while her eyes filled with tears.
The words sending a pain into his chest, he pulled back and looked deep into her eyes. „I would never let you die, I love you way too much for letting someone or something take you away from me“ he whispered and she knew, he meant every single word.
Putting together all her courage, she pressed her delicate lips to his, hoping he would return the kiss. Surprisingly he pulled away, not thinking she would return the feelings he hid for so long. „I was supposed to do that“ he said letting a light laugh escape from his lips.
She smiled too, „okay let’s just start again“ pulling back turning around, putting her back to his. „Do what you need to do, I will pretend to be surprised“ he heard coming from her. Carefully he turned her around, taking her chin into his fingers, pushing his lips against hers again. The kiss didn’t last long but they both knew, how much it meant to them.
„Oh my god, I didn’t expect you to do that“ she said sarcastically. „Shut up“ he answered with a big grin. They both continued to share more kisses, before falling asleep in each other’s arms; knowing that she is safe in his arms.
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Do people actually read/want Supernatural fanfics or am I about to waste my life away on this
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My own Rihanna (Be The Young 21)
GIANT TW which will be valid for each episode for suicidal thoughts, self-h*rm, violence, cursing, relatives dying, mentions of s*x, s*xual assault
All chapter titles are song titles, some of them translated from Italian songs. We start from the first season and make out way through the series. I will break canon (mostly from the S2 finale) but will try to get back into it for the sake of ✨ lore ✨ .
Summary: Emily's life used to be normal. Until one day, her family died, leaving behind just one letter.
"After reading this whole letter, call John Winchester. [...] He’s your real father."
A/N: Yeah. I’m sorry for this one. And for the next one. Like... I’m sorry....
MASTERLIST
My own Rihanna
Everything ends, it’s not love
but the fact we’re both hurt that keeps us together
We were not two halves, we were two wholes
And so we were incompatible together
I didn’t love you like crazy,
I went crazy to love you
What am I supposed to demonstrate if you don’t even look at me
We’re two monsters
You spent more time being afraid of losing me than actually enjoying our time
Emily was unsure of how she ended up where she was.
One day she woke up and she was in a house, in the middle of nowhere, with a lot of other people around who all seemed to have powers like hers. With no way of contacting her brothers, she had to take matters into her own hands and guide the very unlikely group of “chosen children'' that was formed in that abandoned city. She tried to pretend to be strong and not afraid, in control, but she was slowly spiraling, not having any idea of what they were up against or how to get out of there, especially as Ava grew more and more nervous and upset.
Sam joined them the following day.
When she saw him appear in the room, she could do nothing but hug him. She could feel how scared he was, but there was also a hint of relief from finally finding her. It was good to have their power back and after weeks, it actually started feeling less weird and intrusive. It just became a fact that if they were feeling something intense, the other person would feel it too.
On the night she was reunited with Sam, the yellow-eyed demon spoke to her in her dreams. He raved and raved about how much more powerful than everybody else she was, about how she should be the winner of his “contest“, because she was “special”.
“Technically, you’ve already won once.” He said, shrugging. “I just want to see if you can win again.” Then, he showed her the night he chose her.
“You see, getting all that blood out of me wasn’t easy. But I needed to see what would happen if I overpowered you. The other people in this town… they only got a couple of drops. More than enough to mess you up, but you and the rest of your group… Oh, the things you could have done.”
“You know that demons lie of the time, right?” Said Sam as she talked to him about all this. They were walking outside the building, making sure nobody else had arrived and that they didn't have any unwanted guests.
“I know, but… what if it's true? I mean, Meg also mentioned it.”
“Maybe he's trying to put us against each other?”
“Yeah, maybe.” She exhaled. “Sam, I'm going to check on Ava, will you be okay out here?”
The rest of the memories she had of that day were confused, scattered, but mostly painful.
In any way possible. That was the last time she saw him alive.
Dean arrived too late.
Emily had been trying to keep Sam alive for almost an hour. Everybody else was dead. Her knife was still in Jake, who Emily had repeatedly stabbed, screaming. He now laid on the ground, a pool of blood slowly soaking into the dirt. Everybody else was dead. It was just Emily.
A pool of blood was also forming around Sam. All of Emily's attempts at keeping him alive were failing.
“Don't worry Sam, you'll be alright, I am sure Dean will be here soon and he will know what to do.” She kept whispering as she covered his wound with one hand and tried to keep his heart beating with the other one. “He’ll know what to do.” She said, “He will save you.” There was nothing to do. Sam had been stabbed from side to side. There was no way of keeping the blood inside of him. Emily knew it.
She knew he was dead. He had been for a while. His heart stopped beating, his lungs stopped working. The blade went through his spine. The bottom half of her body and her forearms were completely covered in blood, the border between hers, Sam's and Jake's becoming indistinguishable the more it dried on her.
When she heard Dean's voice, she had already given up. She was kneeling next to Sam, her head on his chest, squeezing his lifeless hand. She wasn’t even crying anymore, her voice lost in all the screaming she had already done.
She did not dare to talk. She drove back by herself, trying to keep up with Dean's reckless turns and speed. When they got back at Bobby's, she looked at Dean from a distance.
She knew perfectly well that a small word, a breath too loud, would ignite a fight she did not want to have. Not then, not there.
Not anymore.
Sam was dead because of her. Because of her distraction.
She left him alone. She should have never left him alone. It was all her fault.
She thought it and she was sure Dean thought it too.
Nobody spoke for the rest of the night. Emily sat on the couch, looking at Dean's every move. She tried to cry as quietly as possible.
She didn't wash her body or her clothes, the stench of the dried blood perpetually making its way into her lungs.
The fried chicken Bobby brought back remained untouched.
Emily dared to move only when she saw Dean opening up the second whiskey bottle of the night. She stood up, pretending to be confident and holding her breath to stop her sobbing. She walked to the table and slid the bottle away from Dean’s hands. Emily poured herself a big glass of whiskey and tentatively sat down next to Dean.
He briefly looked at her, but didn't say anything.
Emily looked at Sam's body. All she wanted was for him to pop up into her head and say something witty and wise, something along the lines of “you should talk with Dean, it will help”. Something that, she was sure, would have annoyed her.
“Dean, I-” She tried to say.
“Shut up.” He immediately interrupted her, his knuckles whitening as he held his glass a little tighter.
Emily looked at him. What was she thinking, sitting there like that? How could she ever even think for a split second of being normal siblings for one day? She stood up, nervous. “Okay, I'll-” she started, taking one step towards the main room.
“GOD DAMMIT I SAID SHUT UP, NOT LEAVE!” Yelled Dean, grabbing her from her wrist and making Emily stop in the middle of the step, startled. She looked over to him, tears already filling her eyes. Dean let go of her wrist as if it was made of fire. “Sorry- Just… just sit down. Please.” His voice was filled with regret.
Emily made her way back to her chair. She took a deep breath.
It's not a good time to fight.
It's not a good time to cry.
She kept repeating in her mind.
A couple hours of silence later, Bobby showed up again, with the same, cold, soggy chicken he had already offered them twice.
They refused in unison.
“You should eat something.” He said. Emily was trying to find a polite way to send him his way, but Dean had, of course, other plans.
“I said I am fine.” He said, sharp.
“Dean, I hate to bring this up, I really do,“ he said, putting down the chicken. Emily tried to signal him to stop, already knowing what he wanted to ask, but he either didn't see or ignored her. “But don't you think maybe it's time… we bury Sam?”
A window basically exploded on Emily's right. Nobody even questioned or reacted to it, but Emily knew full well it was her. It wasn’t the first time she was having trouble controlling her powers when she was upset.
“No.” Simply said Dean, going back to his glass of whiskey.
“Maybe we could…“
“What? Torch his corpse? Not yet.”
The glass in Emily's hand exploded, cutting her. She was only able to mutter a slight profanity before Bobby spoke again. “I want you to come with me, I don't think you should be alone.”
“I'm not alone, Emily is here.”
“Right, so instead of killing yourself, you kill each other? How is that of any help?” Dean stood up, but Emily immediately grabbed his jacket and dragged him back down. Surprisingly, he opposed no resistance and just fell back onto the chair.
“Bobby, just go, okay? We'll be fine.” Said Emily, firmly holding Dean's forearm. The old man took two steps to the side of the door, so that only Emily could see him, and signaled her to come. She walked out of the room and closed the door behind her, Dean scowling at her every step.
“Listen, something is going down. Something apocalyptic. I could use your help.”
“Bobby, no. You are right, Dean shouldn’t be here alone. We'll be fine. Really. You go.” The man patted her shoulder and left. Emily went back in the room and sat next to Dean, who was sniffing and hiding his face.
All of a sudden, Emily remembered what Sam said to her in the hospital, when Dean was dying. “Just do it.”
It took her a big dose of courage, she wasn't even sure why it was so hard, but she finally put her hand on Dean's shoulder. At first, he seemed startled. He froze under the touch. But after a handful of seconds, she felt his body relax slightly and he put his own hand on hers.
For a split second she thought that maybe… everything was going to be okay.
When night arrived, the yellow-eyed demon appeared in front of her. She stood up, alarmed. Dean stayed exactly where he saw and when Emily checked again, she noticed that her body did too. It was like a weird dream.
She instinctively pointed her gun at the demon. He smiled.
“Howdy, Emily.”
She didn't answer, but kept pointing the gun at him, conscious that it would have done nothing. “You wanna put that away?”
He stood there, silently, until Emily finally lowered her gun. “Congratulations, by the way. You are the last man standing. Again.”
“Bite me.” She said, bitter.
“Oh come on, don't be like that. I was rooting for you!”
“Did you at least have fun?” She snapped. “Was it really necessary? For Sam to die?”
“I needed the strongest and I didn't want to settle for the silver medal. I want the golden champion, and that's you.”
“What do you even need me for?”
“Oh, I got a laundry list of things for you to do…“
“Yeah right. As if I would follow any of your orders.”
“What are you going to do, kill me?”
“I don't know, I might.”
“You have failed once, what makes you think you would succeed this time?” He smirked. “Besides… If you help me, I'll help you.” He said. Pointing at Sam.
“Define… help.”
“I might bring your brother back. Imagine… all would be forgiven. Your brother Dean, you secretly idolize him, don't you?” Emily scoffed. “Darling, no need to lie to me, I see inside of you. Just imagine- He would forgive you for letting Sam die like this. Maybe… Maybe he might also tell you that he's proud of you. He might be just like the Dean you dreamt about in the djinn’s hallucination.”
Emily swallowed, staring at Dean's frozen image, crying over his brother.
She knew it was not a good idea, but it was still an idea. The only one she had all night.
If she could bring Sam back, all would have been forgiven, all would have been solved.
“What do I need to do?” She asked.
Emily closed her eyes one second too long and fell asleep. When she opened them again, Dean was not next to her anymore. She ran out of the kitchen doors and saw him about to leave.
“Going somewhere?” She asked.
“I-'' Dean tried to speak, but was interrupted by the door slamming behind him. That time, Emily did it on purpose, because she had seen what he had in his hand. She made sure she also made the key turn and flew directly in her hand. “What is that?!” He pointed at the metal box he was holding.
“None of your business.” He spat.
Emily quickly walked over to him. “I have read every single book in this room, you think I don’t recognize it?” She said, enraged. “You are selling your soul, aren’t you?'
“It's my soul, I can do whatever I want with it.”
“You sick…“ spat Emily, pushing Dean against the wall, adding a new adjective to each step. ”... unaffectionate, egoistic bastard.” Dean let the box fall when he finally hit the wall. Emily kicked it behind her. “Have you already forgotten how it felt when dad did the same for you?!”
“You really don't understand, do you?!”
“I don't-'' She repeated, exasperated, closing her left hand into a fist as she kept Dean pinned against the wall with the other one “What am I supposed to do, uh?” Dean rolled his eyes. “Just watch you kill yourself? The grip she had on him was getting so tight she lifted him a couple of inches off the ground.
“Honestly? I don't care.” He said, cold. Emily punched him. He barely reacted. She hit him again, bursting into tears immediately after. “Is this how much you really care about me?” She said, “What am I supposed to do once you die?”
“You can go back to Portland and live your dream life, I don’t really care.”. Emily could not resist the urge of punching him yet again.
“What about you stop trying to kill yourself?” She yelled. “The virus thing first, now this! What on earth has happened to you?”
“Emily, you are the only thing standing between me and a world where Sam is not dead.”
“I swear to god“ Emily pushed Dean further into the wall, which she heard crack under the pressure. ”... you will have to step over my dead body to get out that door.”
“Don’t… challenge me.” Emily threw Dean away from the wall and pushed him on the floor.
“So that’s it, uh?” She said, trying her best to not get interrupted by her sobbing, which was slowly closing down her nose. “You’d rather have me dead than having to spend the rest of your life alone with me?” She tried to kick him in the stomach but only managed to get to his shins. “So much for being my brother.” Emily turned her back to her brother and leaned towards the window next to the door. She placed her head on the cold glass as she heard her brother stand back up. “Dean, there has to be another way!”
“There isn’t.”
“DID YOU EVEN TRY LOOKING?!” She yelled, turning to push him towards the opposite wall. His gaze suddenly turned to anger. “Or did you just go with the most self destructive solution of them all?” She was expecting a punch. She stared at him for a couple of seconds before starting to yell again. “LOOK AT YOU! Goddamit, Dean, I have been hitting you for ten minutes and you haven’t even reacted yet!”
“Don’t-”
“STOP - TALKING!” She said, punching the wall next to Dean’s head. “The Dean I know would have punched me already- I SAID SHUT UP!” She screamed as he saw him opening his mouth again. “I DON’T NEED YOU TO TAKE ALL MY PUNCHES, I NEED MY BROTHER!”
“I AM NOT YOUR BROTHER!” He finally snapped back. Emily’s body froze for a second, a window exploded and only then, she let go of him. Her face turned emotionless.
It was all for nothing.
She had been suffering for years, trying to bond, listening to Sam saying “You just need to get over the fear of getting attached to each other“ and trying to believe it, all for someone who didn’t even consider her family.
“Right.” She whispered, drying her face. “Of course. How could I ever think something like that.” She took the key to the door out of her jeans pocket and threw it on the table.
“You know what?” She continued, not even trying to hide her crying anymore. “Have it your way. Kill yourself. I don’t care anymore.” She swallowed the actual words she wanted to say. Just be my brother. I care about you. I can’t be alone right now. Don’t let me walk out that door. Please care about me.
She opened the door.
Just say something.
A word.
Just one.
Give me one reason to stay.
“It’s all your fault.”
Definitely not the words Emily wanted to hear.
She left the house and sat in the same stolen car she had used to go back there.
She drove to Fall Parks and sat on a bench.
That was it.
That was the night she was going to kill herself.
She had nothing left to live for.
“Now, now, don’t be like that.” Said a voice next to her, startling her. The demon had appeared next to Emily. “I am sure it’s nothing bringing back Sam can’t fix.” He smiled suggestively.
“No. I am not helping you.”
“What are you going to do then?”
“None of your business.”
“Oh, come on, I am literally the only person who would talk to you right now.” He looked at her, sympathetically.
“Very funny. Can you leave?”
“I was thinking…“ he started, completely ignoring her request. “If you are about to kill yourself, why not die while trying to get your brother back? Maybe Dean could change his mind about you not being part of the family.” Emily finally met his yellow gaze. “Of course, bringing back Sam would be something so big… Dean would have no choice than to love you back, right? Damn, he might even start worrying about you just like he does for Sam.”
Emily was unsure. Did she really want to have anything to do with Dean anymore?
All she wanted for all of it to stop. To never have to worry about that again.
To take a sharp object and trace a long, vertical line on her forearm. One that would last forever.
“Emily, the life you have always dreamed about, the one where Dean always eats your pie and hugs you when you are down, the life where you are not the family disappointment… The key to get that is just to bring Sam back.” She swallowed, trying to rationalize what he was saying. “You would become Dean’s favorite. He would never dare to hurt you ever again.”
Fuck it.
“Okay. I am in.”
#supernatural#supernatural ff#spn ff#dean winchester#tw#PLEASE READ THE TW WE ARE ABOUT TO REACH THE BAD PART#be the young#supernatural fanfiction#Supernatural angst#supernatural sister fic#spn#spn fanfic#ao3#supernatural a03 fanfict#sister fic
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#ray rants and junk#personal#delete later#polls#phantom of the opera#a lot of Feelings today.#I literally found out about this from a supernatural meme again ffs#hellsite (affectionate)#but yeah. weirdly emotional about it ngl..#the little theatre kid in me is crying.#ILL NEVER SEE IT ON BROADWAY NOW I tell myself as an Australian who previously had no desire to travel to New York to see it previously
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