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Find Your Way Back Home: Final Part
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~1.3k
Warnings: minor angst, fluff, implied smut at the end
Summary: You and Dean finally reunite after being apart for so long. Emotions are high, confessions are given, and you think you might be falling in love with him all over again.
Author’s Note: This is the final part of six parts of the commission for @winchester-sinchester. Dean is thirty-one, the reader is twenty-three, and Sam is twenty-seven.
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You and Sam haven’t been together since that fateful night. You couldn’t face Dean for days until you made yourself realize that you shouldn’t feel guilty for moving on. He clearly had. After coming to that realization on your own, hunting with Dean became a helluva lot easier. You’re done feeling guilty for a man who couldn’t even decide if he wanted you or not. His body says yes but his actions say no.
You’re not sure which answer you’re prepared to hear.
You can’t really focus on your relationship with Dean since Sam is such a big problem in and of itself. He became so much worse from when you got Dean; nearly killing Bobby, killing innocents in the name of a hunt, letting Dean get turned into a vampire, putting you in the line of fire multiple times, and so much more.
Dean couldn’t take it after almost hurting Bobby so he made a deal with Death who got Sam’s soul for him from the cage. He put a big Great Wall of Sam inside his head that protected him from the things he did while being soulless, so as long as he didn’t go poking at it, everything will be fine.
He poked at it until it crumbled.
The only thing that saved him from the endless torment of Lucifer is Castiel who came in and took Sam’s pain as his own. Castiel took on Lucifer so that Sam could walk free. That’s when his path to redemption began, starting with everyone he wronged and ending with you. Sam couldn’t look at you for days after figuring out that you and he had sex for nearly a year while Dean was playing house with Lisa.
“Sam, we both consented to it. You don’t have to be sorry,” you sigh.
“I know but I took advantage of you.”
“Actually, I took advantage of you. You were the perfect distraction from my feelings for Dean. You gave me what I needed when I needed it. Don’t be sorry for that.”
“Promise we’re okay?”
“I promise,” you smile at him.
“Good. I’ll leave you to it, then.”
Sam gets up from your bed and leaves the motel room you got yourself. It’s hard to see him as the soft and lovable person you grew up with instead of the monster he became, but it took time for your heart to heal from him. The only thing incomplete in your life is Dean. You’re not sure what you’re going to do about him. He’s acting like he didn’t toy with your feelings for years and that’s honestly pissing you off.
He promised not to leave you but then again, he promised a lot of things that he never kept.
Someone knocks on your motel door and you walk over to it with a sigh. Thinking it’s Sam, you start talking before you can open the door.
“Look, I told you I’ve already forgiven you.”
You open the door mid-sentence and see Dean standing there with a hopeful look in his eyes.
“Really?”
“I thought you were someone else.” You turn to go back to your bag which is sitting on your bed. You’re about to take a shower so your shower stuff is lying on the bed. Dean walks in and closes the door behind him. “What are you doing here? Don’t you have Lisa waiting for you at home?”
“I ended it with her.”
You’re not sure what to say for a few seconds. You were expecting a lot of things, just not that.
“I’m sorry,” is all you can manage.
“Don’t be. I’m the one who should be sorry.”
“Sorry for what?”
“For leaving you.”
You don’t know why but this pisses you off more than it should. You swiftly turn to face Dean with a glare and cross your arms.
“For which time exactly? The first time when you took my virginity and promised not to leave? Or how about the time after that?” You give a bitter laugh. “Oh, I know, it’s the time when you fucked me and left me in the middle of the night to be with some woman you haven’t connected with in eight years. Tell me, Dean, what time you’re referring to?”
“Sweetheart--”
“No, don’t sweetheart me. I am so fucking pissed at you because not only did you leave me multiple times, but you took my heart with you every time until there was nothing left of me to give. To anyone. Are you sorry about that? Are you sorry for making me fall in love with you?”
Dean runs his hands through his hair and yanks on the short strands in frustration.
“Fuck, Y/N, it was because I fell in love with you that I had to leave.”
“What?” you whisper.
“I found myself falling for you, more with each day I spent with you. Shit, you were only eighteen when I allowed myself to feel something for you, to see you other than the kid I met at the park. It took everything in me to walk away because I’m so fucked in the head. I’ve gotten more people killed than I am able to save, and it’s because they knew me. I couldn’t let that happen to you. I thought if I left, you would move on to someone else, someone who could give you what I couldn’t.
“Then, I found myself back in your arms. It hurt me to leave. No, it killed me to leave. Lisa was out of the life. She was away from it all. I felt like if I took you out of the life, I’d be taking you away from doing the one thing you love the most. Helping people. I know how much you love hunting. If I stayed, I felt like I’d get you killed, especially after Sam went into the cage. I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself if that happened.
“Yes, I could have handled it better, but I’m here now, ready to atone for my mistakes.” Dean sinks to his knees in front of you as if he’s a servant and you’re his royal subject. “I’ll beg if I have to.” You can’t find the words for him. You’ve never seen him so vulnerable in his entire life than he is in this moment. “Sweetheart, you’re the only woman I love more than anyone. Sometimes more than Sammy. I hate that it took me this long to realize it, but I won’t stop until I put your heart back together. After all, I have all the pieces.”
The longer you stay silent, the more Dean suffers. You already know what your answer is going to be, but you make him suffer just for being an ass over the years. When he looks ready to burst into tears, you speak.
“I don’t know, Dean, it might take a while. I quite like the sight of you on your knees for me,” you smirk.
Dean walks on his knees over to you until he is pressed against you. He grabs your hips to steady himself and presses a kiss on the patch of skin above your waistband from where your shirt had ridden up.
“I can smell you,” he whispers with a smirk.
Yes, the sight of Dean on his knees makes you wet no matter what kind of conversation you’re having.
“Yeah? Do you want to taste me?”
“Sweetheart, you know you’ve always been my favorite meal.”
He lightly pushes you onto the bed so you’re lying flat on it, and he grabs the waistband of your shorts to pull down your legs. You must be fucked in the goddamn head because it doesn’t seem to matter how much time has passed, your heart will always belong to Dean.
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l Tech Angel l
Castiel X Reader
Warnings: Nothing much just fluffy goodness
Summary: Late night research turns into more after teaching Cas how to use the computer.
Word Count: 408
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“I will never understand you humans and knowing how to use all of this technology” it was currently late at night in the bunker, Sam and Dean had long ago gone to bed in preparation for the next days hunt, You and Castiel however decided to stay awake in order to get in as much research as you both possibly could before you all set off in the morning. It was becoming more and more clear that you were getting along much better than your winged friend was.
“You're not even on the search bar Cas” you stated trying your very hardest not to laugh at the angel’s struggles. You would have thought that angels would already know how to do everything before they got down here, them being all knowing beings and all but that has proved to be far from the truth as you watched on as Cas hap haphazardly started typing single letters on the keyboard not understanding how it wasn’t knowing what he wanted it to do.
“Here let me help”, you started getting closer to Cas scooting in next to him and leaning in a little more than necessary just to be that much closer to the angel. “This is how you use it, see?” you stated looking over at him, though due to your height difference you were more likely looking up at him even though you were both sat next to each other. As you looked over towards Cas however you saw that his focus was not on what you were showing him on the computer but instead focused on your face the entire time.
You don’t know whether it was the close proximity you both shared or the love sick face that he had as he stared into your eyes but in this moment you were so thankful of your decision to sit just that bit closer.
You both sat there in a comfortable silence staring at one another as Cas closed the gap between the two of you and kissed you with such intensity it quite literally took your breath away. “Who needs to understand technology when I have the smartest person in the world?” That statement was far from the truth, you weren't the smartest but to Cas he fully meant it and just knowing that fact made you feel so loved and appreciated that you fell more in love with the angel, if that was even possible.
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Dark Horse // Crowley
// A Supernatural Fanfic Rated 16+
Summary: Crowley knew better than to seek Nova out. She was powerful, mysterious and capable of just about anything. But when it came to hunting down Lucifer, he was clean out of options, therefore he had no choice but to ask for her help.
Read it on ao3
Status: ongoing
Chapters: 4/?
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The Intrusion - (Series Masterlist)
Dean Winchester x Reader (F)
Summary: Having lived alone in your secret batcave for years now, the last thing you expected was two burly hunters to come storming in acting like they own the place. Somehow, you've got to make this strange dynamic work, but inevitably secrets will spill and hearts will break in the process.
Chapter 1 - Life is fine. Life is peaceful. Its just you, and your nice big home, with no one to bother you, and no one to invade your privacy. Until all of a sudden, there is.
Chapter 2 - Even as you start to adjust to life with housemates, you can't quite figure out the Winchester boys. Although sooner or later, you're bound to end up in a situation where you have to.
Chapter 3 - Accidents make emotions run high, and its not long before you confront Dean about his attitude towards you. However, all may not be as it seems.
Chapter 4 - You make some risky decisions once the brothers are gone, knowing they'll bite you in the ass at some point. When you finally see Dean again, not in the most appropriate position, the dynamics seem to have twisted.
Chapter 5 - Dean reflects on the events of the night and battles with his feelings for you, torn between hatred and tenderness. On different sides of one door, the pair of you battle your conflicting emotions completely oblivious of each other.
Chapter 6 - As you and Dean start to face your feelings, you start to accept that you need to communicate to make things work. A compromise is struck which meets all living arrangements, but it might mean a new career is on the cards.
Chapter 7 - You join the brothers on your first hunt, which reveals some surprising talents that prompt you to come clean about your past.
Chapter 8 - After the hunt, Dean gives you a surprise that brings you closer and sparks start to fly. That is, until the mood is seriously ruined and all hopes of the two of you getting along seem doubtful.
Chapter 9 - Dean gets back from his excursion and you bump into him in the kitchen. Emotions are running high, but is this what you both need to finally break the ice for good?
Chapter 10 - You and Dean deal with the aftermath of the previous night's events and Cas arrives with bad news from Heaven.
Chapter 11 - In preparation for the Demon invasion, you and Dean team up. But as you flirt your way around, you loose sight of where you are and end up stumbling into some very personal, and painful, memories.
Chapter 12 - You return to the bunker only to be met by an unwelcome visitor with even more unwelcome news.
Chapter 13 - The time has come to put your skills to the test. A social recluse, 2 seasoned hunters, an Angel and the King of Hell vs...well, everyone else from Hell. What could possibly go wrong?
Chapter 14 - The aftermath of the fight leaves a life on the line and brings emotions to the surface.
Chapter 15 - Our dysfunctional family come together to embrace a second chance at life together and take a more positive outlook on the future.
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loving the supernaturalfication of riverdale
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this reel is prompting me to say two things. one. the ratio of lucifer haters to fans is 1:1000 bc outside of the small internet microecosystems he is a hit with the girlies. literally this reel is proof of that but also the LINESSSSS at spncon are on another level. two. how the Fuck did instagram recommend this reel to me when i haven’t interacted with any spn posts on the entire app in probably 3 months bc that’s the last time i remember someone that i followed posted spnart. weird.
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Misguided Ghosts
Summary: Soulless Sam’s reign was short and he did a lot of things Sam wishes he could take back. He made amends with everyone he could but never had the courage to face you or tell Dean exactly what happened. That is until a coincidental case finds him back at your door.
Warnings: smut from the off, slightly rough sex, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), Soulless!Sam is a bit of a dick, dom vibes, language.
W/C: 1.9k
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, fem!reader
Pairing: Soulless!Sam x fem!reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity.)
Notes: Set around seasons 6 and 10.
A/N: This is intended as a one-shot though I do have an explanation for the ending 😁 (you'll see). Title is a Paramore song of the same name.
Betas: @cockslut-padalecki // but I own all mistakes.
Graphics: images found on google/canva. Dividers by @firefly-graphics
Master Lists: Main // Sam Winchester
Something was off. He was too robotic, almost void of emotion and it was weird. But it was Sam fucking Winchester. The boy you’d fallen in love with all those years ago, back at Stanford. He dated your roommate, Jess, and honestly, they were perfect for each other, so you kept your feelings quiet and made the most of being his friend.
You hung out a lot as friends, spending holidays together on campus when Jess went home to her family. You suspected Sam knew you harboured feelings for him, least of all because drunk on eggnog and the Christmas spirit you’d confessed one Christmas Eve, but Sam being Sam had saved you the embarrassment and claimed he was just as drunk and didn’t remember much from that night.
Three days ago unexpectedly he’d knocked on your door, he said he’d kept tabs on you and was just passing through town and wanted to catch up. Catching up took all of two hours then you’d spent forty-eight blissful hours fucking, eating to refuel and sleeping very little. You’d played hooky at work and though Sam was reluctant to leave the bedroom you convinced him to go out to dinner on the third evening. Dinner turned to drinks, drinks turned to sex in the restaurant bathroom.
The parking lot isn’t secluded, anyone could walk by or pull into the empty spaces beside yours. The idea of being caught is thrilling and you know Sam isn’t going to stop at the fervent make out session.
His hand is up your skirt, teasing your clit and plunging in and out of you, preparing you for him.
You tear his pants open and swallow a whimper when you wrap your hand around his hard cock, wondering, not for the first time, how it all fits in. But damn it does, every delicious inch of it stretches you so perfectly it’s like a key slotting into a lock. A perfect fit; made for each other.
“Backseat?” you ask, nibbling his earlobe.
He growls, low and primal and if it were anyone other than Sam, perhaps it’d have scared you a little. “Not enough room,” he says.
He takes the smallest step back and turns you around, folding you in half over the hood of the car. It’s so sudden you brace your hands against the cold metal and just about stop yourself from headbutting it. “Fuck, Sam, careful.”
“Sorry,” though he doesn’t sound it at all. The dome of his cock prods at your entrance and he smiles when you wriggle to try to get him to slip inside. “But I need to fuck you,” Sam says, “right now.” With that, he shoves forward and hits home in one deep, hard thrust.
You lose a scream in the hitch of your breath but Sam doesn’t allow you the time to find it again before he sets the violent rhythm. Your knees knock the bumper of the car every time Sam’s hips crash into your ass, it’ll leave bruises but you don’t care. He’s relentless and somehow, it feels like punishment. Every forward motion has a sting to it but every time he drags back to the tip of almost falling out, you shove back to impale yourself on him.
“That’s it, fuck yourself on my cock,” Sam praises, but it sounds like a slur; almost like he’s disgusted with you.
You hear voices in the distance and you try to straighten up to find the source, but Sam’s large hand between your shoulder blades forces you back down with a thud. He stills, bends over to whisper in your ear. “Don’t worry baby, they can watch my dirty little slut split herself open on my big dick,” he jerks his hips, grabs a fistful of your hair and straightens up again, “Now, make us both cum, before we get caught.”
You push back and Sam shoves forward, his breath becomes laboured and you know he’s as close as you are. Any thoughts of getting caught are lost, anyone who witnessed Sam ramming into you from behind would have no choice but to watch the show.
You lose your senses, you can’t focus on anything other than the unforgiving pleasure and pain of his cock pistoning in and out of you. You scream into the night when your walls clench and your orgasm hits but Sam isn’t done. Your legs give out but he holds your hips and keeps fucking you.
“One more,” he demands and uses a hard grip on the crook of your knee to place your foot on the tyre. The position lets him sink impossibly deeper and his pace falters. Sam howls his climax into the night while you spasm around him and drip your second down your thighs.
Sam folds over you again, kissing your neck, “how can you still be single when you fuck like that?” he ponders and you feel the smile on his lips against your skin. “But lucky for me, you are.”
He slips out of you and you whimper when the cold night replaces his warmth. Before you find the energy to move Sam uses the shirt he’d removed to clean you up as best he can. “I need to shower,” you say, turning to face him.
“Later,” he agrees, dipping to kiss you, “first, I’ve got an idea.”
Dean drums the steering wheel and Sam jolts awake as if he’d been shot with a shout of your name.
“Good afternoon Princess,” Dean quips, “it’s seventy degrees, the skies are clear, the traffic is light and we have a case.”
Sam ignores him, rubbing his tired eyes and sitting up straighter.
Dean gives him a minute to sip some water and watches his hair blowback when he opens the window to let some air in.
Curiosity gets the better of him and Dean can’t keep wondering or waiting for Sam to speak up so he asks, “Whose Y/N?” Sam spits the water out of his mouth, drenching Baby’s dash. “Oh nice one, Sammy! Like my girl hasn’t been through enough! Now you’re giving her your cooties,” he admonishes, shoving some napkins into Sam’s hands to clean his mess up.
The youngest Winchester dabs at the water droplets, apologising but his mind is obviously elsewhere, the crease of his brow so deep Dean thinks he could use it to park Baby in.
“Come on dude,” Dean starts, “‘fess up, who is she? You’ve been saying her name in your sleep for weeks now.”
“An old friend,” Sam says knowing his brother will never let it go if he doesn’t give him something. “From Stanford.”
Dean waits a silent beat for Sam to elaborate but when it’s clear he’s not going to, he sighs. “Sam, talk to me, somethings going on. What is it? Are you dreaming about her?”
“Yes.”
“Premonition dreams? Or just Joe regular dreams?”
Sam scoffs, he hasn’t had premonitions since yellow eyes died, Dean knows that. He rests his elbow on the window, chewing his nail while he contemplates what, or rather how much, to tell his brother. Dean wouldn’t have asked the question lightly, not unless he was truly concerned about the dreams he’d been having meaning something important.
“Joe regular,” Sam replies quietly, “or maybe more memories than dreams.”
“Memories?”
“The last time I saw her, I was…soulless.”
“And?”
“And what?”
“And what makes her so memorable? That was like what, three, four years ago?”
“I don’t know,” Sam shrugs, the wick on his thumbnail beginning to throb where he chews it. “I apologised to everyone I wronged back then, but I couldn’t bring myself to call her…she deserved more than a phone call but I never,” he sighs heavy and regretful, “I guess she’s been on my mind.”
There’s something in Sam’s tone that tells Dean he’s not ready to get into the thick of it, not right now at least. Maybe he’ll open up about it when he feels ready but pushing him now will cause an argument and Sam will shut down so Dean doesn’t press the issue.
“Well grab your laptop, college boy,” Dean says, wanting to give Sam a distraction. “Garth called while you were catching up on your beauty sleep, got us a job.”
Sam flashes a grateful smile before he reaches over the back seat and grabs his bag. “Okay, what am I looking for?”
“Tree Hill, North Carolina.”
“Real funny, Dean,” Sam’s eyes roll a full three hundred and sixty degrees, “have I been saying that in my sleep too?”
Dean shoots a quick glance at his brother, a sombre expression and Sam turns as white as a movie ghost. “No, that’s where Garth is sending us,” he looks back to the open road and hears more than sees Sam’s gulp. “Is that where she is?”
Sam whispers, “Last time I checked, yeah.”
Luckily the address Garth had given them was on the other side of town to the last address Sam had for you. It was a spirit case, as soon as he found the bones or emblem holding them to this plain, he could salt and burn and get the hell out of dodge.
“So that’s the plan?” Dean asks, disbelieving, “we just knock on the door and tell them we’re the ghostbusters?”
“Yeah,” Sam shrugs, “Garth said they called him and asked him for help with their ghost problem, they must know the life.”
“Okay,” Dean sighs, eyeing the house from the Impala’s window. “But how do they know the life? Garth said they’re a friend of a friend of a friend's cousin’s brother's uncle or something. Are we really gonna reveal ourselves to a stranger?”
“Dean,” Sam groans, puffing out an annoyed breath, “I just wanna get this done and get out of town.”
“I get it,” Dean agrees, trying to placate his brother, “but I don’t want the possibility of running into some ex-girlfriend making you reckless.”
“She’s not my ex-girlfriend, we never dated, exactly.”
Dean smiles proudly and claps Sam on the shoulder, “ol’ Sammy boy, lovin’ ‘em and leavin’ ‘em, who knew you had it in you.”
Sam shrugs his brother’s hand off his shoulder, scowling, “it wasn’t like that.” He’s heard enough and he trusts Garth so he steps out of the car, striding up the path leaving Dean to jog to catch up with him.
Sam pushes the doorbell button as Dean comes to a stop beside him and he tuts, “reckless, Sammy.”
“Shut up,” he says through his teeth and an insincere smile as the door swings open.
“Hi,” Dean says, putting on a friendly smile, “we’re the ghostbusters, and we’re ready to believe you.”
“Fuck,” Sam curses at the same time you do.
Dean looks from Sam to you and back again, throwing his hands up in the air, “Oh shit, it’s her, isn’t it?”
Sam’s eyes never leave yours, he buries his hands in the pocket of jeans, shoulders coming up around his head in that adorable awkward pose you used to love so much. “Hey, hi,” he says and blasts out a long sigh. Shock keeps you mute for a moment so Sam continues, “Y/N this is Dean my brother, Dean this is Y/N my…” Sam hesitates.
The hesitation spurs you into action, wondering if he’ll have the audacity to say it but you can see he’s not going to. So you finish the sentence for him, “his wife.”
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Dean’s Canon Divergent 42nd Birthday.
(on ao3)
The bunker was still, Sam and Eileen were...somewhere, and currently they didn’t have any visitors. No guests, no wayward hunters, or any friends stopping by to catch their breath. Not even family. It was, for once, just Dean, his broken leg, and a case of beer that was mostly empties now.
“Happy fuckin’ birthday to me,” the words weren’t slurred, even though he felt the weight and warmth of alcohol resting heavy on his tongue. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d acknowledged his own birthday, but in the solitude of the bunker it felt right to at least say the words aloud.
The hovered above him as he contemplated beer four - five, maybe - and wondered if it was time to hit the harder stuff. An uncomfortable lump had begun to form somewhere above his heart. He pushed out of the chair, half-drunk off the now warm beers Dean heaved himself upward and swayed on his feet for a beat. The main room of the bunk swum before his eyes before he shut them, steadying himself.
He felt stale, sore, and exhausted. Which meant that it was definitely time to switch to something harder. The path to his room was familiar and before he knew it tired hands pulled drawers open until the glass of an unfinished bottle of bourbon he’d opened the other night was welcome against his palm.
Not bothering to find a glass he took the bottle to his bed, the cap flicked off to the side with a quiet clatter. The cool of the liquor was crystalline after a haze of lukewarm beers. One hand holding the bottle steady he adjusted his pillow behind him and settled down, eyes staring unseeingly straight ahead.
This was kind of pathetic, even for him, wasn’t it? Getting drunk, alone, on your birthday. Another small pull of the bourbon quieted those thoughts, even if it didn’t fully dull the ache of too many questions he never let himself ponder. The bunker was too quiet, though, and Dean wasn’t sure even if he put music on and cranked it as loud as it could go it would drum out the thunder in his head.
How old was he?
Did he count the years in hell, or not? Does he count the one in purgatory? How about the hundred days he lived and died - were those a part of this life? He ran his free, rough hewn, hand - was this even his original hand - over his face. His breath in soft tatters. Birthdays in the past had been busy, world’s were ending, people were dying, but now here he was. Still. Everything was...okay. It was, there was no crisis at hand. Just busywork, clean up jobs, every day tasks that called people away.
Hell he wasn’t even sure if Sam and Eileen were even on a hunt, maybe they’d just taken a weekend away to breathe. It had to be nice, having someone to breathe with. Having a life with someone.
All Dean had was a life unworthy of any fanfare. Unworthy of a text from Jack or Sam or....
The lump was back this time decidedly higher, threatened to cut off his air and made the backs of his eyes burn.
More bourbon, definitely...definitely more bourbon.
But even the bright burn of warming liquor didn’t stop the way the room was beginning to melt. Or the warm trails that had begun to fall down his face. Was it even his face? He’d only been born to be a fucking meatsuit for an angel. Fucking angels, fucking destiny and fate and -
The sob that ripped out of him breaks the silence, and for a long time there is only unsteady, heaving, gasping breaths. They fill up the room, and go on for long enough that the bourbon is on his bedside table and both hands are holding his face. It is his, no matter who’s inhabited it, how many times it has died, this is his. He is his.
He only belongs to himself.
He’s always belonged to himself, an island of one. Everyone always leaves, Sam included. Hell Sam’s got a life of his own, and is happy. He’s got the hunter network running as nicely as Baby’s engine. And Dean?
Dean’s got a splotchy face long after his tears slow to a stop. He’s in the midst of taking a shuddering, wet breath, when off in the distance there’s the sound of a door shutting.
Every muscle in his body tenses, his hand half reached under his pillow for the gun stashed there, before he can rationalize to his foggy brain it’s just some hunter, probably. He listens, ears straining, as distantly familiar footsteps draw nearer. The tears have dried on his face, the skin stiff and uncomfortable, but he barely dares to breathe let alone move.
A shadow pauses before his door, as it stealing itself, before the sound of a doorknob and
“Oh,” Cas’ face slowly comes into focus.
Cas’ face...Dean stands too quickly and mostly falls off of his bed. He catches himself with one arm, staring wide-eyed as Cas comes closer. As Cas’ warm, familiar, hands rest on his shoulder. As Cas’ impossibly blue eyes look over his face with concern. “Dean,” and that’s definitely Cas’ voice. Deep and rough like tires over gravel and Dean can feel the threat of tears returning as he shakes his head.
Because it can’t be Cas.
“You’re dead,” the words take far too much effort to form. The not-Cas-Cas’ face crumples, softens, looks at him in that makes the tears come out harder. “Christ I need to stop drinking,” he pulls shaking hands to press into his eyes, willing whatever drunken vision away. But the warm weight of a second hand comes to cup his face, and the sound of fabric crinkling and knees resting on concrete are enough to tell him the not-Cas-Cas isn’t going away anywhere soon.
The soft motion of a thumb across his cheek is enough to ease some of the tension away, and maybe he can just pretend. No one else is around, he can be allowed this? A drunken dream, too good to be true, and lets his head rest heavier on the palm there. His hands falling from his eyes to rest between his legs.
“You could’ve had me,” the words are so quiet, “I wish you would’ve.” How many times has he admitted these words in his dreams? In prayers that went unanswered? “Too fucking chicken shit to ever do anything, too afraid I’d fuck it up,” the words spill out of him faster and faster. “One good thing, the one good thing this life gave to me was you, but I know me, I fuck everything up. I don’t know how to keep people, only how to push ‘em away and I couldn’t....”
Couldn’t lose Cas like that, in a permanent way, but he did anyways. In the end silence wasn’t salvation, it was just as damning as any words could’ve been.
“Dean,” and that’s enough to draw his eyes back open. And there’s Cas, as he should be, weary, wary, with that softest trace of hope. “I-I knew,” but the words halt and he can see the way the muscles in this vision of Cas clench. The way blue eyes shift around for a moment, searching for the right words to say. In his dream Cas would surge forward and cover him in kisses. Sloppy and sappy and feeling like everything he’d wanted.
This Cas seems uncertain, “I could feel the way you felt, but you’re so-so complex. I didn’t wish to assume, didn’t want to...hope.” Each words feels like it’s been pulled, painfully, from some deep place. “Dean, please,” and the hand on his cheek tilting his face upwards. “Look at me,” blue eyes pleading as much as the words.
Taking in a steadying breath Dean does, and all he sees is Cas. The open longing and desperation on his face. “Jack,” the words drift over Dean like warm waves, “brought me back from the empty. I wasn’t right, but your prayers...they helped. Jack, Mary, Charlie even they helped me. I would have come back sooner, but -”
Whatever further words Cas might’ve said were muffled as Dean surged forward, arms wrapping around the familiar expanse of the angels back. Hands soothed down his back, a face pressing into his hair, and surely there are words being spoken but Dean can’t hear them. All he can hear is the thud of two pulses, their bodies melded together as close as they can be. A warmth, completely unrelated to the alcohol, surges through his body.
“I hope you don’t mind,” Cas’ voice finally breaks through, “I used my grace to sober you. I wanted you to see this wasn’t,” but again words are interrupted. This time by a suddenly, blisteringly, sober Dean leaning and pressing his lips against Cas’ stupid, eternally, chapped ones.
The sag of relief brings Cas somehow closer to him, and they sit there, Cas knelt between Dean’s knees, kissing until they’re out of breath. Until Cas leans back to press his forehead against Dean’s, both of their breathing uneven and eyes shut. Dean lets his hands slowly drag down from shoulder blade to hips and shifts to rest his head upon one of Cas’ shoulders.
The hand that begins to comb through his hair, soothing away any doubt, any fear. “They kept telling me I could go back when I was ready,” the words break the silence, but Dean doesn’t move and neither does Cas. The only motion is the hand through his hair, “and I never knew.... I didn’t know how to tell when I was ready, but then I remembered.” The hand in his hair pulls slightly, just enough to shift Dean back so Cas can look him full in his face again.
“January 24th, 1979,” the smile on Cas’ face is sun-bright and warms Dean right to his core. “I was given a gift I didn’t fully understand that day, and I figured it would only be fair if...if I returned the gesture.” Cas’ lips are warm against his forehead, lingering for a beat too long before pulling away again. “Happy birthday, Dean, I hope this is the first of many you’ll let me celebrate with you.”
Dean answers the only way he can, by pressing another kiss against Cas’ lips, and pulling him closer.
#spnfic#destielfic#destiel fic#supernaturalfic#destiel#spn#my writing#i decided to finish this ficlet from last month too.#posting this does mean though that i officially need to get over myself and post ch2 to guiding light. next...next weekend let's aim for tha#*that.#long post
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Midnight
Summary: Y/N goes looking for Demon Dean. It doesn’t end how she expected.
Warnings: smut, vaginal fingering, dubious consent, language, degradation.
W/C: 997
Bingo: @anyfandomgoesbingo Square Filled: Midnight - it’s mentioned a couple of times so not bolded.
Characters: Demon!Dean, Y/N (she/her)
Pairing: Demon!Dean x Y/N (she/her)
Read It Now
Master Lists: AFG Bingo // Main // Dean Winchester
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l Storm l
Dean Winchester x Reader
Warnings: storms, Talk of potential injury, talk of animal abuse.
Summary: Coming back from a hunt you discover something very interesting, but how is Dean going to react to this discovery?
Word Count: 801
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You knew this was a bad idea the moment you contemplated doing it, but how could you resist?.
You had just finished your solo Vampire hunt and was on the way back to the bunker. The hunt itself was relatively easy, only 1 vampire gone rogue and it was over faster than you thought it would be, so fast that you thought you would rather make the drive that very night back to the bunker instead of staying in the motel you had already pre-booked. You don’t know why, whether it was the lure of your soft, warm bed or the thought of Dean waiting for you in your soft warm bed but you were eager to return to your man. That, and you had a gut feeling that there was a reason you needed to make your way back early.
Half way through the drive back the weather took a turn for the worse, the sky looked dark and angry while there was rain pelting your windscreen with such force you thought it might just break. It got to a point that you had to pull over, the last thing you wanted was to survive a vampire hunt just to get taken out by a storm. You pulled over into a clearing on the side of the road, it was pretty much barren apart from a few trees now bare with the force of the wind stripping each and every tree of their remaining leaves.
As you sat in the car, the storm still causing havoc, you spotted something out of the corner of your eye. Over next to one of the trees sat a black bag, seeming to be moving with a force that was contained inside the bag and not from the forces raging outside. Deciding to investigate you took a strong breath in preparing yourself for the wet and cold you were about to face and you set off for the tree.
Slowly bending down you discovered that there was definitely something inside this bag, and it wanted out!.
Holding your breath once more you tore into the bag to discover a miserable looking, cold and shivering puppy. ‘Who the hell would do such a thing?!’ you thought to yourself. You had seen some pretty gruesome shit in your time as a hunter with the boys but never something this inhumane to an innocent animal.
Putting your anger aside for the sake of this little puppy you quickly gathered him up into your arms and made your way back to the temporary safety of the car. Once inside you checked over the puppy to see if there weren't any injuries you should worry about and after not finding anything for a solid 20 minutes you let out the breath you were holding finally realising that the innocent dog was ok.
Not even a second after you stop looking over the dog he climbed into your lap and started licking your face to show his gratitude. “What am I gonna do with you huh?” you asked the puppy as if he was gonna answer you.
You knew that Dean was not a dog person, Sam yes so that wouldn’t be a problem but Dean? He was not gonna be happy, but as the puppy looked into your eyes, still sat in your lap how could you resist?
After the further 40 minute drive back to the bunker you were finally back, the puppy next to you eager to see everything inside. You pushed open the bunker door and made your way down the steps, you didn’t get much further before you were tackled into a hug by Dean.
“Where have you been?! I was so close to going out into the storm and finding you myself, are you alright sweetheart?” he said frantically, holding your face in his hands. “Yes I'm fine baby, i promise” you said finally giving in and kissing him as you had been wishing to for the last few hours.
“Hey is that a dog?” you heard Sam say from behind Dean. The puppy was currently sitting waiting patiently behind your legs waiting to be introduced. “Yes he’s the reason I was so late, someone just threw him away in a bag, can you believe that?!. Look I know you're not a fan of dog’s Dean but ..” your rambling was cut short with another kiss from Dean making you relax instantly and all the stress you had melted away. “I don’t care if you came back with an entire zoo as long as I have you here with me, '' Dean said, making tears come to your eyes.
“So, what should we name him?” Dean said, bending down to lovingly stroke the puppy. “I've been thinking, I think his name should be…. Storm”.
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Wild Enough - Elina
Dean Winchester X Fem Reader
Warnings: Slight cussing and thoughts of self hate
Word Count:4195
A/N: This is my first attempt at writing a song-fic and I really hope you all enjoy. I spent way to much time on it lol. Feedback is always wanted, so feel free to share any tips and advice!♥️♥️
To your palette
I’m translucent
At least when I’m looking at myself
At eighteen years old you stood in front of the mirror staring at yourself. Your eyes slowly raked over your body, pointing out things that you needed to change. Physically and just who you were as a person. You met him for the first time at sixteen, and the second your eyes laid on him, you knew you weren’t his idea of attractive. But there was a tiny part inside you that thought, maybe if he got to know you, maybe he’d see something he liked.
You were always the shy one of the group. Never really talking, just listening to the gossip. You were never one to make lots of friends or go out to parties. You preferred staying in bed and reading or laying on the couch and binging Netflix. And being the way you were never bothered you in the slightest, not until you met him.
(Y/n 16, Dean 17)
“Bobby, how are you?” The familiar voice of John Winchester greeted your father. It might surprise a lot of people, but John was one of your favorite people to ever walk the earth. He treated you differently, almost like a daughter. He would take you places when he would visit, and if you got lucky he even let you drive his car. He was always there for you when you’d call upset and if you ever needed him, he wouldn’t hesitate to drive all night to get to you.
Throwing your book aside, not bothering to save your place. You rushed to the front door, where you jumped in the arms of your favorite man. He hadn’t been able to visit for well over six months and you missed him. But this visit was different, he was bringing his sons and it was going to be your first time meeting them. Every other time they came, your father had sent you off to your Aunt Jody’s to have a taste of ‘normal’ as he calls it.
“You’ve grown so much.” John laughed, setting you back on the ground. “I’d like you to meet Sam and Dean, boys this is Y/n.”
Looking behind John, you got ready to greet your future best friends and you couldn’t describe the feeling that came over you. It was something you had never felt before. As you made eye contact with his sparkling emeralds, butterflies began fluttering chaotically in your stomach and you could feel the heat creeping up your neck. “Hi.”
You’re that coltsfoot
Breaking Pavement
All I seem to do is break these things
You always had hope that maybe if you tried hard enough, just maybe he’d find something in you that he liked. Something that made him want to be with you. So you tried everything to get his attention. You would show off the skills you got from your fathers training. You would play his favorite music when you did your chores, knowing that he’d be there to hear. And you lost count of the amount of pies you baked him. But none of that ever worked. Sometimes you’d get some harmless flirting, but to him you were just his best friend. Nothing more, nothing less.
(Six months after meeting)
You had gotten up extra early that day to make sure you had time to go to the grocery store and get back before Dean ever woke up. You had everything planned out, he would wake up, come downstairs, see his favorite pie baked just for him and then fall madly in love with you. Yeah, maybe you were a bit delusional, but you could always hope right?
You were too busy making sure the crust was perfectly crisp to hear Dean walk into the kitchen. “What are you doing?” Dean asked, chest pressed up against your back. To flustered to answer right away, you moved to the side so he could peak over your shoulder.
“I’m um-I’m making you something.” Watching his eyes light as he saw what you made was enough to make your day.
“All for me?”
“Well yeah, I just got bored. Not a big deal really.” You tried to play it off like you didn’t just spend five hours slaving over a damn pie. “You like cherry right?” You asked, obviously already knowing the answer.
“It’s my favorite, you’re amazing sweetheart.” Dean smiled placing a small kiss on your temple before rushing to get a plate. Most would think that was progress that he was beginning to like you. But no, that’s just Dean and his natural charm.
I might be a faded Polaroid
Trying to be something that I have never been
As years went on, you became less and less involved in Dean’s life. Usually he would visit every couple months with John and Sam, but even that didn’t happen anymore. John started sending him on cases by himself, so you only got to see him two, maybe three times a year. Sometimes you’d talk to him though, on the off chance you got the courage to call him. If you did it at just the right time, you would talk for hours about anything you could think of. But you didn’t always get that lucky.
(Y/n 18, Dean 19)
You and your father had just gotten home from dinner. Bobby thought it would be a good idea to try the new diner that had just opened up in town. You knew from the second you tried their bacon cheeseburger that you had to tell Dean all about. As soon as you got home, you rushed up to your room, grabbing the phone on the way.
Plopping down on the bed, you looked over checking the time. It was almost 8pm where Dean was. It was late enough that he wouldn’t be busy with the case, but there was a high possibility he was busy with his...for the lack of a better word, ‘friends’.
Sighing, you decided to try anyway. What’s the worst that could happen?
“Hello?” Dean answered, his voice sending shivers down your spine.
“Hey Dean!” You answered excited. Expecting his voicemail, you were happily surprised.
“Hey sweetheart, I’m kind of busy right now.” He grunted through the phone, clearly shuffling around.
“Oh, well this will be quick. I wanted to tell you about that diner we saw last time you were here.” You hoped maybe he’d stop for a minute to talk, but it was then you heard what he was busy with.
“Are you almost done?” A female voice giggled in the background. Your heart immediately dropped. You knew there was a chance this would happen, calling him so late. But you didn’t think it really would.
“Oh! I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Before he couple say anything, you hung up. As tears started to run down your face, you came to a realization. If you ever wanted him to love you, you needed to change. To become the kind of girl he likes.
If I was dancing on the tables
Buying rounds ‘til the dawn
Is that wild enough, wild enough
Wild enough for you?
Talking dirty in the bedroom
Be the one to start a fight
Would that be wild enough
Wild enough for you?
The next time Dean came around, saying you got his attention was an understatement. You were acting different. You were dressing different. You were trying to dress like the girls you always saw Dean ogling at. Tight shirts, short shorts, even shorter dresses. You had never felt so uncomfortable in your life, but when you saw the way Dean looked at you, it made it worth it. His gaze stayed on you a little longer than usual, he didn’t hide the fact that he was trying to be around you more. One of the nights he was there, he even invited you out to the local bar.
(Y/n 19, Dean 20)
“I thought this was supposed to be a challenge?” You asked Dean with a smirk after slamming down what felt like the hundredth shot that night. You weren’t going to lie, you were drunk and you hated the taste every single thing he bought you, but you’d be damned if you showed that.
“Damn, you’ve been holding back on me.” Dean laughed taking a small sip of his drink.
“Something like that.” You grumbled to yourself peaking over at the dance floor. You couldn’t dance, but you were drunk so that gave you a pass, right? “We should dance!”
Dean looked at you like you were crazy, “Come again?”
“Let’s dance!” You jumped up grabbing his arm. “Please Dean, it’ll be fun!”
“Sorry to break it to ya sweetheart, but I don’t dance.”
Rolling your eyes, you began to get mad. You did not go through all this just for him to say no. “So you’re just going to let me go out there alone, dressed like this, surrounded by all those guys?” You motioned to your outfit as you spoke. Sadly a small black sundress was the only revealing thing you owned, but it did its job.
“You’re evil you know that?” Dean smirked at you as he got up and followed you to the dance floor. You spent a good twenty minutes swaying your hips to the music before Dean left you to go to the restroom. He was worried about leaving you out there, he had been watching all the men around watching you. But he was not about to piss himself over a little paranoia.
Dean didn’t plan on taking as long as he did, but the bartender had other plans for him. As he walked back out of the bathroom and towards where you were, he saw the last thing he ever wanted to see.
There you stood, drunk off your ass dancing away. And although that didn’t bother him, it was the men around you and their greedy little hands that set him over the edge. Rushing over to you, he carefully grabbed you off the table before anyone else could touch you.
“Touch her again and I’ll kill you.” Dean growled as he began dragging you out of the bar. “What the hell were you thinking?”
“You were taking too long and it looked fun.” You giggled as he pushed you into the impala.
“That’s fun to you? Acting like some whore?” He snapped as he started off down the road towards your house.
“A whore? Are you serious?” You were beyond pissed now, you were his perfect girl and it still wasn’t good enough. “I’m doing all of this for you!”
Dean scoffed ignoring you. He thought you were just drunk, saying stupid things because you were out of it. You didn’t say another word the entire way home. You just wanted to go lay in your bed and pretend like none of it ever happened.
“Dean please just calm down.” You said softly as he grabbed you out of the impala again, but this time in his arms.
“All of this was a bad idea.” He grumbled, “The drinking, the dancing, taking you to the bar in the first place.”
“It wasn’t a bad idea!” You exclaimed, “We had fun, it was fun!” It was almost like you were trying to convince yourself. It was awful, you hated almost everything about tonight.
“I get what you were trying to do, but you got to stop.” Dean laid you down on your bed and sat down next you.
“Why?” You didn’t even try to hide to desperation in your voice, you didn’t care to.
“Sweetheart, I know you don’t think I have, but I’ve noticed what you’ve been doing.” Dean started, staring down at you. You could see the pity in his eyes and that just made you feel worse. “I’ve noticed how you’ve been changing, all the things you’ve been doing to get my attention.”
“It was working! Come on just give me another chance! I can be like them Dean, I can do what they do.” You attempted to get up, but he pushed you lightly back down. Looking down at you sadly, he ran a hand through your hair.
“I don’t want you to be like them. I want you to be you.” The two of you stared at each other for a while before the tears in your eyes finally started to fall.
“Why won’t you love me?” You whispered as you slowly dozed off staring at him.
“You have no idea sweetheart.”
To your major
I’m minor
Breaking every single chord you play
I’m sweet wine but you want whiskey
I wish I could be strong enough
That was the last time you saw Dean for another year and a half. He never visited and he made sure to never call and you didn’t even know why. When you woke up after that night you didn’t remember anything that happened. Which to be honest, was probably a good thing. Deep down you knew he was avoiding you, but you kept telling yourself that he was busy, that his dad was just sending him on more cases than usual.
(Y/n 20, Dean 21)
“Y/n, Come here!” Your father, Bobby called from the kitchen. “The boys are here honey, why don’t you go help them bring their things in.”
The Winchester’s had come to visit a couple times this year, but this time was important to you. Dean was coming with, you hadn’t seen him in almost two years. Something always got in the way, whether it was a case or another hunter needed help and John sent him. This time though you made John promise that Dean would be there.
“Hey Sammy.” You greeted the giant seventeen year old. Sam Winchester was your best friend. In the beginning, it didn’t take long to realize that you were two were going to get along. You both enjoyed the same things and had all the same interests. Whether it was a book series or games or movies. He was the person you always went to with your problems, he was the only one you told about your feelings for Dean.
“Hey Y/n/n.” The boy gave you a quick hug and a sad smile before walking to grab his bag. That confused you, he was always excited when he came to visit. Blowing it off, you went to greet John, who wore the same sad smile. Looking around, your heart dropped as your realized what was wrong. Dean wasn’t there.
“Hey kiddo.” John came over wrapping you up in his arms. The man knew your feelings for his eldest son. You weren’t exactly subtle when it came to Dean. You only ever asked about him, if he was okay, was he coming to visit, where he was.
“He working a case?” You asked as John let you go and walked to unpack the truck.
“Yeah right,” Sam growled under his breath. “He bailed to go see some chick in Illinois.”
“Samuel!” John scolded his son. He knew you were already sad enough, there was no need to make it worse.
“It’s alright John.” You faked a smile to make him feel better. You could tell he felt bad. “Sammy and I can have just as much fun without him, right Sam?”
“Of course.”
Hours later, after a very interesting dinner and some board games with Sam, you found yourself lying in bed staring at the ceiling. The night was fun, more fun than you had in a long time. Dinner was hilarious and the board games were even more so, but you couldn’t help but feel…sad? You weren’t sure what you were feeling. A mix of everything. Sadness, guilt, disappointment. You had been waiting so long to see Dean, you didn’t know what to do now that he wasn’t.
Dean really didn’t want anything to do with you. The longer you sat and thought, the more you began to realize that. He never tried to contact you, ever. And it wasn’t like he just didn’t want to talk to anyone. You could hear him talking to Bobby at least once a week.
The sound of your phone ringing was what finally brought you out of your thoughts. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at whoever thought it was a good idea to call at two in the morning.
“Hello?” You grumbled falling back on your pillow.
“Hey sweetheart, heard you missed me?” The sound of his voice sent a feeling of panic through you. You had been waiting to talk to him for a long time. Planning everything you wanted to say and yell. And now that the time was here, it was like you forgot everything you wanted to say.
“D-Dean?”
“Now before you get mad, I need you to liste-“
It didn’t take long before you got your voice back, and began interrogating him. “I’m not mad, I just want to know what’s been going on. Where have you been? Why haven’t you been answering?”
“What do you mean?”
“What do I mean?! Dean why haven’t you been answering my calls or my texts? What happened?” You began to get angry, your voice rising with each word you spoke.
“You don’t remember.” Dean muttered to himself. You tried to calm down, there was no reason to get angry.
“You’re talking about the night at the bar? What happened that night?” You were practically begging to know.
“Um, nothing. Nothing happened.”
“Dean Winchester, I swear to god…what the hell happened that night?”
“Nothing Y/n, honestly. It was just a funny night.” You knew Dean was lying. You knew something happened that night, but it wasn’t worth causing more drama by calling him out on it. “I just called to say I’m sorry, I’ve been really busy.”
“Oh yeah, I’m sure.”
Dean was silent, he could tell by your tone that someone had told you where he was. Knowing it was probably Sam trying to get back at him, he cursed to himself. “I’m sorry Y/n, I just thought you wouldn’t mind waiting a little longer to see me.”
“Yeah Dean, its fine. I’m just glad you’re okay.” Deep down, you wanted to yell and scream at him and tell him how much he hurt you, but you couldn’t. As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t risk losing him.
Yeah, I bet you fantasize about somebody else
Someone that would fulfill your needs
After that phone call, you and Dean called and talked all night, every night until he came to visit again. It was the best week you had in a long time. Happiest you’ve been in a long time and you were pretty sure Dean could tell. But you couldn’t help but think about the girl from Illinois. As far as you knew, you were the only girl Dean had ever went out of the way to see and knowing he did it for someone else, made you feel funny. You knew what jealousy felt like, but this was different. You felt…defeated. Broken.
(Y/n 20, Dean 21)
You genuinely thought that the night you called Dean and he was with someone would be the worst night of your life, you were wrong. After an hour of laying on the couch, staring at the ceiling listing to Dean go on and on about Lisa, this was officially the worst time of your life.
“She’s amazing. Y/n you don’t understand, she perfect in like every way, and don’t even get me started on the sex.” Dean smirked, thinking back to the two weeks he spent with Lisa. You genuinely didn’t think that anything could hurt worse than past situations involving Dean, but god were you wrong. Every time he would rant and rave about something else about her, you would realize it was something that you did or something you had. And somehow, during the hour that you had laid and listened to him, you couldn’t figure out, if you have everything she does, why was she so much better than you. Why did he like her more, “You just don’t understand Y/n, you’ve never been in love.”
And that’s when you lost it.
“Oh shut the hell up! I’ve been in love.” You yelled, shooting up off the couch ready to take his head off if it came to it.
“Oh yea, who?” Dean challenged you with a smirk. He knew exactly who it was, he just wanted to hear what bull you came up with this time.
“You! I’m in love with you!” You couldn’t hold it in anymore and as terrifying as it was to finally say it, it was so relieving. It felt like a thousand pounds had finally been lifted off your shoulders.
Dean froze. He thought you’d never say it, sure he knew it. He’s known it since almost the very beginning, but to actually hear you say it…it was different.
“I’ve been in love with you since I was sixteen years old and I am done!” Taking a step closer to him you could feel all the anger and all the sadness from everything you’ve put yourself through because of him start to surface. “I am done waiting for you. I am done sitting around and waiting for you to love me back. For four years, I have sat in this house thinking of every possible way to make you love me. I have changed myself in the worse ways possible, I have made me HATE myself just so I could be the kind of girl you would love. And you know what I got? I got hours of listening to you rant and rave about a different girl every other day. I got months of just wishing and crying that maybe this time he’ll call me, maybe this time he’ll want to see me, but no. You only call and you only come to visit when you’re lonely or you’re bored and can’t find some girl pathetic enough to spend time with you.”
“Y/n…”
“NO!” You yelled finally done with his shit. “I am done. I am done being the girl that waits for you. I am done being the girl that changes herself for someone else. It might be hard, but I don’t care. I am better than this, I deserve better. I deserve someone who will love me back, someone who will love me for who I am.”
“Y/n I do love you…I didn’t want you in this life. I wanted to keep you safe.” Dean tried to speak, tried to make you understand, and although it shocked the hell out of you, you couldn’t find yourself to care.
“You could have told me that. But instead you left me alone, you made the decision to not say anything. I know it’s going to be hard, but I deserve better. I might be in love with you, but I am done Dean Winchester.”
But I bet it’s never been this good with anyone else
There is so much you haven’t seen in me
Ever since you were younger, you knew your life was different from everyone around you. You weren’t allowed to go play at parks, or have sleepovers, and you definitely were allowed to have friends over to your house. You knew that since your mother passed, your dad had always been scared of something. You didn’t know what that something was until you were fourteen and a demon tried to take you from your dad. You still don’t know why he wanted you, what he was going to do to you, but from then on, part of you understood why you were hardly allowed to leave the house.
But something changed after your argument with Dean. You didn’t want the life that everyone around you had. You wanted to be able to make friends, go to school, get a real job! All the things your dad kept you from doing for your “safety”. You no longer had anything holding you back. You knew your dad would be here whenever you wanted to come back, whether that was for a visit or to stay forever.
And although your dad was terrified, he wanted you to have the most “normal” life you could. He didn’t want to see you sulking on his living room couch anymore. He was ready for the end of the day phone calls he always got from the boys, he was ready for the Sunday dinners, and even the boyfriends, and hopefully one day, a family of your own. He wanted all that for you.
It only took six months for you to get on your feet. You got a small apartment in the heart of Sioux Falls, a decent paying job at the diner in town. You were even registered for classes at the local college. You didn’t know what you wanted to do entirely, but you knew you wanted to help people. And so more or less, you were ready for whatever life had in store for you next. You were ready to move on…no matter how much you missed him.
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Loyal Knight and True by rainbowninja167 @rainbowninja
Length: 51k
Harry Styles falls in love on a Tuesday afternoon, and it is everything he’d always imagined it would be. The man is perched on a low stone wall that divides the road from the river, his chin resting on his knees and his brown hair fluffing lightly in the wind. There’s a small notebook on the wall beside him, open to a page as though he’s only just put it down. A ray of sunshine hits his face, giving it a golden glow, and as Harry watches, the man closes his eyes, tips his face toward the sky, and smiles.
Oh, Harry thinks, mouth open on a silent gasp. This is how it happens.
In contemporary Oxford, Harry Styles and Niall Horan run a magical bookshop, unbowed by an entire academic establishment that insists magic doesn't even exist. Sometimes, Harry finds, it's much easier to have faith in magic than in himself. Louis Tomlinson is a classically trained poet who needs something to believe in, and Liam Payne longs to be a part of something magical.
But when the lines between reality and fiction - poetry and magic - start to blur, can they trust each other to keep track of what's true?
Ao3, Chaptered, Completed
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The Intrusion - Chapter 11
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Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary: In preparation for the Demon invasion, you and Dean team up. But as you flirt your way around, you loose sight of where you are and end up stumbling into some very personal, and painful, memories.
Note: Y/S/N = your sister's name, Y/M/N = your mother's name
Word count: 2,135
Warnings: language, hurt/angst, talk of both murder and death by natural causes, childhood trauma, sickness, panic attacks, general upset and emotion, visiting graves, comfort, fluff
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10 minutes later, you were roaming around the excessive woods lining the bunker, armed with spray paint infused with salt and portable devils traps. Dean showed you what to draw, and you started marking trees and clearings with the patterns, while Dean whipped out his tools to fix the traps that had been weathered over time. You chatted away, finally able to let your guard down, laughing at each other's jokes and flirting freely. Any worry that your chemistry from the night before and earlier in the shower would disappear once you got back into the real world now seemed irrelevant. Sure, Sam and the Angel weren't around, but Dean hadn't seemed to totally ignore you like you'd expected when you'd been in the kitchen. And now, he was just as playful. You chased each other, running from tickling hands, giggling like a child.
In fact, you were having so much fun that you'd completely forgotten to pay attention to where you were heading, and before you knew it you were faced with a circular clearing, the grass immaculately cut, just one large oak tree looming in the middle.
"...but I don't get why salt! I mean, love the shit, I put it on all my food, so what is it that freaks Demons out so-" You stopped mid-sentence, coming to an abrupt stop. The area was silent, the only sound the wind whistling through the leaves and the slight creek from the DIY swing that hung from the oak's thickest branch. Your heart fell to your stomach and your feet sunk into the ground. All of a sudden it was as if you'd run into a brick wall and the shock had swept you off your feet.
"YN?" Dean jogged behind you to catch up, still mindlessly fixing traps. "Woah, thats a cool tree. I've never been out this far." He grinned looking up at the tree, before turning to you and pausing.
"Y/N? Hey, you alright? Y/N?" He panicked slightly at your ashen face, frozen with eyes wide. Dropping his things, he stood straight before you, hands on your shoulders, shaking them lightly. "Hey, Y/N! You hear me?" He was panicking, not sure what had come over you all of a sudden, but not liking the way you trembled and the colour had drained from your face.
You nodded numbly. Of course you were here. You were probably heading in this direction subconsciously, but was too busy flirting with Dean to pay any attention. But you'd been here a million times before. How had that even happened?
Shrugging his hands off, you dragged your feet forwards, ignoring their heaviness. You slowed as you reached the swing, brushing your fingertips over the wooden seat. You still remembered sanding it down, crafting it to be exactly the right size. You gripped the rope, remembering the various weights you'd tested on the end of it to make sure it would hold. Now, when nothing else was left, the swing was all that remained.
Only vaguely aware of Dean behind you, you turned to the tree itself. Reaching up, you smiled weakly at the carvings dented into the bark.
Y/N and Y/S/N 4EVER
"Y/N. What is this place?" You weren't even sure if Dean was asking or demanding. You turned to him, tears spilling down your cheeks. He was wide eyed and confused, but you couldn't do anything to reassure him.
"Big Tree." You breathed out. "Our favourite place."
You turned away, continuing round to the back of the tree. You heaved a sigh of relief to see the sunflowers you planted last week still holding strong. They stood out against the wooden pallets, poorly constructed but at least showing the care had been there.
"Our? You mean...you and your sister?" Dean was hesitant as he approached you, careful not to spook or shock you. All of a sudden, the wild, confident woman he'd grown to love had shrunk away, leaving a fragile, timid girl. You nodded from in front of him, which he took as permission to approach further. Standing next to you, he read the makeshift headstones.
"Y/M/N Y/L/N.
Mom, you were amazing. Thank you for everything you did for us. We hope you're with Daddy now. We love you so much."
He gulped, knowing your mom had died, but not knowing it had been here at the bunker. As he glanced to his right, his hand slipped into yours, tightening both for your sake and his.
"Y/S/N Y/L/N.
The most beautiful, kind, caring girl there ever was. I'll miss you baby sister. I'm sorry."
"Oh baby," Dean didn't quite know what to say, nor what had made him use the nickname at that moment in time. He felt you shaking beside him, opting to brave it and pull you in close out of worry you might collapse, engulfing you in his arms.
It was just what you needed, and you closed your eyes as you took in a deep whiff of his musky scent. "I don't know how I forgot...I know they're here...I come here all the time...how did I not realise..." you panted, sobbing into Dean as he guided his hands up to cup your face. Your eyes were blurry and you couldn't catch your breath as the tears refused to let up.
"Shhh, Y/N, its okay. Take a breath for me. C'mon, you need to take a breath...there you go. Thats a good girl."
He moved your hand to rest over his heart, encouraging you to use his rhythm to guide your breathing and calm yourself. The last thing he wanted was for you to pass out.
"I'm sorry Dean," you mumbled once you had regained control over yourself.
"No, none of that. You have nothing to be sorry about. If anything I'm sorry for leading us up here."
You shook your head, nuzzling into him. "You weren't to know. I should've been paying attention, I should've realised exactly where we were heading. I feel awful for letting it sneak up on me."
Dean stroked your hair softly, swaying slightly as you still calmed down. You stood like that in silence for god knows how long, but eventually you were all cried out.
"I come up here every week, just to talk to them. Before you and Sam moved in, every day. I spent most of my time here, really." You spoke timidly, trembling under his strong embrace.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, Y/N," Dean reassured you, but you shook your head, easing yourself from his grip so you were just holding hands.
"No, I want to. I've told them about you, so it's only fair." You took a step forward, guiding Dean with you, before crouching in front of your mother's grave.
"Mom died pretty soon after we got to the bunker. Our old place had been raided, and Dad died trying to buy us some time. But Mom, she got shot as we escaped. Managed to keep it together to get us here, but it was pretty bad. I was just a kid at the time, and I didn't realise...I think she just wanted us to be safe before she could let herself go. Me and Y/S/N walked for hours until we found this spot. It just seemed like the perfect place to bury her. I think she'd have liked the view." You kissed your fingertips, gently placing them on the wooden headstone.
"I agree. It is beautiful," Dean was trying not to get choked up himself. He took your arm as you stood up on wobbly legs, pausing before moving to the other grave. You smiled brightly at this one, leaning down to rearrange the flowers.
"After that, me and Y/S/N came up here all the time. We would talk to Mom, tell her about how we were doing as two kids trying to survive...then it became our happy place. We climbed the tree, and I eventually made the swing for Y/S/N. I'd play with her for hours here. It actually felt like we were proper kids, ya know?
"I didn't want to bury her here at first. I thought Mom would be mad, or at least disappointed, that I hadn't done my one job. That I hadn't kept my little sister safe. But I didn't know where else to put her so..."
Dean wrapped his arms around you, hugging you close. Resting his chin on your head, he desperately held back his tears so not to upset you further. Clearly this was more you'd opened up to anyone, and the last thing he wanted to do was spook you even more.
"I think when I first met you, Dean, one reason I was mad was because you had Sam. I saw so much of us in you two, except you'd succeeded. You'd kept your baby brother alive. I'd failed, and that pissed me off. I hated you because every day you reminded me of what I'd done wrong."
"Whatever happened Y/N, I'm sure it wasn't your fault. You were just a kid too, I know you would have done your best." Dean comforted you.
"It was just a cold. A stupid cold, I mean, she got them all the time. It was winter, and you know what that bunkers like...the ventilation is shit and the heating is even worse...I was fed up at her for moaning all the time and sneezing and coughing. I stormed off, went to find a bar that would serve me without ID...when I got back it was too late. The pneumonia had eaten away at her and she'd suffocated on her own mucus. All I could think about was how scared she must have been in her last moments, and I wasn't there. I wasn't fucking there, Dean. My baby sister, my twelve year old sister, died on her own because I couldn't maintain my temper."
"Shhhh, its okay, its okay. It's not your fault, Y/N. I promise you, its not your fault." Dean rocked you back and forth, trying to get you to calm down before you approached another panic attack.
"I should've taken her to a doctors or something. Or at least taken her seriously. She knew it wasn't just a cold, it had gone on way to long, but I didn't listen to her."
Dean spun you round, staring you dead in the eyes.
"Y/N, this was not your fault. You left your home, without any parents, thrown into this crazy place with a kid to look after. You did your best, your mom would know that, and so would your sister. No one would blame you, okay."
"You don't know that', you mumbled tearily.
"You're right, I don't, not for sure. But I know who does, and thats Cas. He's an Angel, remember. He has direct access to Heaven. If you want, I'm sure he can provide you with plenty of evidence to prove you did your best."
You wiped the tears on the back of your hand. "Yeah...maybe...I don't know Dean..."
"Its alright, you don't have to know. Hell, I don't know everything, especially when it comes to Sam. I haven't always been able to protect him, you know. I've done some real stupid stuff in the past, and because of it he's got hurt, or worse. So I ain't no saint either."
You mumbled something incoherently, nuzzling into Dean's armpit once more.
"I'm sorry, Dean. I doubt you want your one-night-stand crying to you over her sad little life."
Dean chuckled. "Don't be stupid. I'm glad you told me, Y/N. I want to be there for you, no matter what. And if you think that was a one-night-stand, then thats fine, if thats what you want. But its not what I want - I just needed the alcohol for courage. But I understand if its not what-"
He was interrupted as you reached up and kissed him. "Sorry," you mumbled as you pulled away, embarrassed at the grand gesture. "I think my emotions are a bit up-in-the-air at the moment."
He smiled back at you, grasping your face in his hands and bringing it back up to kiss again. "Never, ever apologise, Y/N. C'mon, I think Sam and Cas can finish up the sigils. Lets go put our feet up, watch a movie, get take out or something, yeah?"
You sniffled a smile. "Yeah, that sounds good."
Letting him wrap his arm around yours, you blew one last kiss goodbye at what remained of your mom and sister, before heading back towards the bunker with the hunter you'd fallen head over heels in love with.
| Chapter 12 |
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Witchy Cas, Part one?
It only made sense that Cas would have a deep connection with nature. He had always appreciate the small things, like moss and bees much more than either of the Winchesters. So when his grace got so low that he was basically human he became even more infatuated with the outdoors.
While on a hunt, they encountered someone who called themselves a green witch, it had put Castiel on edge at first, given the winchesters relationship with witches. But Sam had assured him that the women was good, and they worked with these type of witches frequently.
Instead of selling their soul to gain their power, Aurora simply had a deep connection with nature, and worked instead of worshiping her deities. Of course, Castiel was not unfamiliar with witches like her, he just hadn't seen one in centuries.
The winchesters went to go kill whatever they needed to, and Castiel stayed back with Aurora. “Your energy is much different from the other boys, you know much more than you let on, don't you?” Aurora had said after making some tea.
“I was an angel once. Still am, but i have none of the powers my sibling have.” It was true, Cas’s grace was so low, that the only angle traits he still had where the non-existant need to eat and sleep. All though he still indulged after a particularly existing hunt.
“That explains it. My family was having a hard time getting a read on you. He says that your connection to the earth is much stronger than the other angles he has met. It threw him off.” Aurora gentured to the crow perched on the window sill.
They talked over a few cups of tea, and cas told her about him self. “My mind was broken once, you know. I reverted back to a very simple state of mind, my connection with nature was one of the only things keeping me relatively-sane.” With out his time with nature, there was a very likely chance that he never would have gotten back to normal. Cas still liked to take walks in the forest above the bunker.
Sam and Dean returned, and Cas said good bye to Aurora. “Take this” She had said on his way out. “You seem like you would be a great fit”
When they returned to the bunker Dean grabbed a beer before heading to his room, and Sam went to go call Elien.
Cas walked over to the library to study the gift he had been given.
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This was my first fic! I love writing, and i figured fan fiction was a good way to practice. My spelling and grammar are crap, so please ignore that. I might do a part 2, not sure. Umm, please be nice! Again this is my first fic, so i know its not grate. I just loved this concept and i couldn't find any pre existing fics so i decided to write one!
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1.22 Devils Trap
I’m not much of a writer but I started this story on my wattpad almost a year ago a decided to upload the first chapter to see how it did on here and see if i could fall in love with writing again.
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Idjits - 1.22 Devils Trap
Walking down the street towards Singer Salvage Yard a young teenage girl was lost in the music pouring through her headphones. Air drumming and humming along to the lyrics all the way up the salvage yard to Rumsfeld, the dog, who managed to get on the hood of one of Uncle Bobby's trucks.
"How you doing buddy?" She asked giving him a scratch behind the ear before noticing the classic black '67 Impala parked outside the house. Alarm bells rang in her head and she held her breath listening for any possible yelling coming from the house, hearing nothing a sigh of relief passed her lips. Silently walking towards the house catching glimpses of conversation before ultimately sucking up any fear and opening the front door.
"Bobby, thanks. Thanks for everything. To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure we should come."
"Nonsense. Your Daddy needs help." Once in the messy front room she could clearly see her carer as well as her older brother with a flask in each of their hands.
"Well, yeah, but last time we saw you, I mean, you threatened to blast him full of buckshot . Cocked the shotgun and everything" Bobby smirked at this and Riley couldn't help but to smile at the memory, the day Uncle Bobby became more then just an uncle.
"Yeah, well, what can I say? John just has that effect on people."
Dean nodded and smirk also appeared on his face, "Yeah, I guess he does."
"Damn right he does. Hiya Dean, long time no see." Standing awkwardly in front of Deans gaze before heading over to Bobby and giving him a hug. "Hi Bobby, good day?"
"Great day sweetheart" he said reciprocating the hug and giving the girl a kiss on her head before turning his attention back to Dean who had yet to say anything, "none of that matters now. All that matters is that you get him back."
"What trouble did he get himself into now?" Riley mumbled under my breath with an eye roll as she went to the kitchen to get an after school snack, feeling the lingering eyes of Dean on her back. 'I guess I have changed quite a bit since the last time we saw each other, suppose he's just getting over the shock of it all.' She thought to herself.
"Bobby, this book... I've never seen anything like it" blocking out part of their conversation focusing on homework. She already had an idea on what they were talking about, Bobby was big on teaching her how to protect herself and others without the constant need of hunting and finding a fight that wasn't theirs to begin with. She liked it better then the hunting life she was destined for, being buried in a book and keeping the phones was more her style and she was proud of that, John, not so much.
Before long Riley was brought out of her thoughts at the sound of Rumsfeld barking up a storm before letting out a loud, heartbreaking whine. She quickly walked back into the main room looking at Bobby by the window, "Somethings wrong."
Before she could even take a step towards the door it was kicked in and in stepped some young blonde chick, she quickly recognized her as a demon from the way she threw Dean across the room when he went at her with the Holy Water. Riley was the next to be thrown across the room landing next to Dean. "Isn't it nice to be back in action sis?" Dean asked helping the girl sit up.
"I wouldn't exactly call it nice." she answered quietly with an eye roll and a small groan of pain.
"I want the Colt, Sam - the real Colt - right now." The demon chick demanded to the last Winchester standing.
"We don't have it on us. We buried it."
"Didn't I say 'no more crap'? I swear, after everything I heard about you Winchesters, I got to tell you, I'm a little underwhelmed. First Johnny tries to pawn off a fake gun, and then he leaves the gun with you two chuckle heads. Secondly no one seemed able to find your sister and yet here it is hidden in plain sight. Lackluster, kiddos. I mean, did you really think I wouldn't find you?"
"Actually, we were counting on it." Dean smirked glancing up at the Devils Trap painted on the ceiling of the old house. A breathy laugh left Dean's lips as he pushed himself up from the ground, hauling his sister up also, "gotcha."
After making that the demon, Meg, was secured and trapped in the Devils Trap Bobby had painted Riley and Bobby made the rounds salting every door and window of the house, before long the girl was standing by the front door looking out to where her favorite dog was last seen.
"I salted the doors and windows. If there are any demons out there - they ain't getting in. I'm going to go check on Riley." Bobby's rough voice floated through the house, she could practically feel his fatherly presence behind her before he even spoke, "he's gone isn't he?"
"'fraid so kid, 'fraid so." She felt the tears well up in her eyes but refused to let them fall, "I know you loved him and if you want to cry then no one will judge you." His hand rub soothing circles on Riley's back and arms, she crossed her arms and shook her head.
"No. It's alright, these things happen in our line of work, don't they? You might want to go sort those boys out before they do something they regret. I'll be in my room finishing my homework."
The older man sighed, knowing that the girl who has become like a daughter to him was upset and that put him into an even worse mood. Letting her grieve and get some school work done, Bobby walked to the brothers helping them get answers from the demon chick.
Before long Riley came down stairs just as Bobby walked through the door leading into the hallways, this time with Sam and Dean in tow. "You okay?" Sam asked.
"Shes lying. He's not dead." Dean said though it seems like he was trying to convince not only everyone else but himself the most.
"Dean, you've got to be careful with her. Don't hurt her" Bobby said.
"Why?"
"Because she really is a girl. That's why."
"What are you talking about?" Sam asked
"She's possessed. That's a human possessed by a demon, can't you tell?" Riley explained finally contributing to the conversation.
"Are you trying to tell me there's an innocent girl trapped somewhere in there?" Dean asked earning nods from both Bobby and his sister. He then turns to look through the door at Meg before turning back to us. "That's actually good news."
Whilst the three men got ready to perform an exorcism, Riley went into the kitchen getting any supplies ready that they may need for the poor girl who was taking as a meat suit. Yelling from both Dean and Meg could be heard throughout the entire house so Riley tried to drown it out with music. When the screaming had finally stopped she breathed a sigh of relief allowing for the music to take over system once again. Through that only lasted a moment when Bobby rushing in with a blanket looking for a glass of water and the supplies Riley had gotten out. She got up and trailed along behind him seeing the girl that had been possessed lying on the ground looking awfully broken. Taking the glass from Bobby she went to the girl's head, holding it up and allowing for her to take slow sips.
"If Dad's still alive, none of that matters." Dean said, helping Sam to cover her up.
"Where is the demon we're looking for?" Sam asked Meg.
"Not there. Other ones. Awful ones." Meg spoke with a massive strain to her voice, a clear indication of the battles she went through.
"Where are they keeping our Dad?" Dean asked.
"By the river. Sunrise." Meg spoke with one last shaky breath. Riley held the girl's head in her hands looking for any sign of life but there was none.
"'Sunrise.' What does that mean? What does that mean?" Dean asked but stopped when Riley shook her head. Meg was gone, finally experiencing some peace after the last few months or years of absolute hell.
The house became silent for a short period. "You better hurry up and beat it. Before the paramedics get here."
"What are you going to tell them?" Dean asked.
"What you think you guys invented lying to the cops? I'll figure something out." Bobby picks up the Key of Solomon handing it to Sam. "Here take this. You might need it."
"Thanks Bobby" he said taking the book from the older man.
"Hey Ry, what do you say about tagging along? We could sure use some help down there and having our little sister back would be pretty cool. Just like old times." Dean said to his sister with a hopeful expression on his face. She would admit that she missed her brothers but the hunting life just wasn't cut out for her and it would not be a pretty sight when John and her meet again.
"Thanks but I - uh. I think I'm going to stay behind help Bobby clean up the place, plus I've got a ton of school work due tomorrow that I can't skip out on. Maybe next time?" She ask feasibly.
"Yeah, uh sure. Thanks... for everything. Be careful, alright?" He said to the duo.
"You just go find your Dad and when you do, you bring him around would you? I won't even try to shoot him this time." They say our goodbyes then get to work tiding the house before the paramedics arrive and they handed over Meg with a more believable story then the Winchester boys could've ever thought of.
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The next morning Riley wake to a voicemail from an unfamiliar number.
Hey Ry, it's me Sam. Listen there was this accident and I... well... it's Dean. They don't think he's gonna make it. Could you please just call me back? We need you.
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