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luwritesomething · 1 year

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Dean Winchester x Reader: worrying chronicles.

Warnings: Swearing (probably), angsty?? but not really. John Winchester mentioned throughout the whole thing.

Tags: a bit angsty but with happy/fluffy ending, childhood friends, can be read as romantic, romantic coded, hunter!reader, reader has known sam and dean since kids, season 1, pre-season 1, can be read as black reader, can be read as plus size reader.

Reader pronouns: Non stated.

Word count: 1036

Summary: Dean calls reader and tells them he’s going to Stanford to get Sam. Reader wants him to rest.

Author’s note: I rarely ever write for Dean! Not because I don’t like him (I LOVE HIM), but because since I haven’t finished the show (i’m on season 8) the requests have to be either pre-show or within those seasons. Anyways, Dean and Sam Winchester requests are open, but with those conditions !! love my boys <3 graphic made by me (CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW PRETTY HE IS?)

You weren’t doing anything special when Dean called, you were planning foods and cooking weeks in advance. The hunter life you had led all your life had taught you enough to know homemade foods were a privilege, and that new hunts would always come into your life without a warning, wrecking all your plans. So, after those terrible, almost death experiences you liked to call a work well done, it was nice to go back home and find your fridge full of frozen food you could just heat up and eat.

It was the ringing of the phone that made you lift your gaze up from the vegetables you were cutting so carefully, your movements coming to a halt in order to not lose a finger without it being in a worthy battle. You didn’t let go of the knife as your hand, after slightly cleaning it against your jeans, came to grab the cell phone on the counter. Barely glancing at the name from whom the call was, you pressed the device against your ear and continued with your work.

“It’s me.” You answered quickly, hearing the background noise from the other side of the line. It was easily recognizable, considering you were able to recognize the noises Dean’s Impala made even in your deepest sleep. Perks of being friends. “Y’know, you shouldn’t make phone calls while driving.”

“I can do two things at once.” Dean said with a little huff, and even though you were probably a good amount of miles apart, you noticed the way his voice didn’t sound the same. He had never been good with masking his worry, and you had never been good at not worrying about him.

You stopped cutting slowly and moved away from the counter. If something had happened, you couldn’t have your attention split in two. “Yeah, you tell that to the cops… Is everything alright?”

A beat of silence, which Dean used to avoid your question. “I’m driving to Stanford to go get Sam.”

“What?”

The silence let you know Dean wouldn’t be repeating himself, but thankfully enough he stayed on the line, waiting for your amazement to reduce. You had known the Winchesters for years — Hell, you three had practically grown together. It had been some long time ago, but you still remembered like it was yesterday the phone call you received from Dean to tell you that Sam had given up on the hunter life and basically left home after a big argument with their dad, John Winchester. You also remembered Sam’s call, after Dean’s, telling you the news. It hadn’t hurt from Sam’s part, knowing that was what was best for him, but it had from Dean’s, since he hadn’t been able to accept that his brother leaving had nothing to do with him.

You wanted to tell Dean that dragging Sam back into a life he did not want was not what he was supposed to do as a brother, but your mind went into another direction, knowing he wouldn’t accept that lesson from you; or anyone. All these years, Dean had been working wonderfully with his father, or so he made it look like — if he needed Sam, something bigger was happening, and he wasn’t completely avoiding telling you.

“Why?” You asked finally, your hand coming up to pinch the bridge of your nose. Was a headache coming your way already?

“My dad’s on a hunting trip.” He replied quickly, and something in the way he said it told you he had rehearsed those same words a lot. Not because of being untrue, though, you knew John had gone on a big trip on his own for some reason Dean either didn’t want to tell you or didn’t know about. “He hasn’t called, he hasn’t said anything. I don’t know crap about him.”

That was bad. John could be an asshole, but his rules during a lone hunt were unbreakable, and those included informing constantly about his whereabouts. “Have you asked Bobby? Maybe he—”

“No one knows anything.” Dean interrupted you, rather abruptly. He was truly worried, and you just hoped he wouldn’t lose sight of the road ahead of him. “Nothing, none, nada. I’m getting Sam, and we're going to find where the hell he is.”

“Dean, wait.” Your glance shifted to the clock in your kitchen, your hand closing in a nervous fist. “It’s too late. You should rest tonight and go tomorrow morning, early.”

You could almost see him shaking his head. “We can’t lose time.”

“What is going to change if you arrive tonight at Stanford?” You insisted, rolling your eyes at how strong headed he was. Years together, and you still were amazed at how little he listened. “Dean, you’re in no condition to drive. You’re tired and nervous, just drive to my place, and then tomorrow—”

He called out your name rather harshly, to make you stop. “I have to find him.”

“And you will. Just come and rest, De.”

Your eyes glanced again at the clock when silence and the noises from the road were the only thing you could hear. Dean was really good with his car and he didn’t drive badly, but when he was worried things changed — you had been in enough almost accidents for you to have good reasons to not want him so late in the road. And he knew you were right, but the decision was on his hands, and it couldn’t help but irk you slightly.

You could still push it, though. “Please?” You murmured, loudly enough for him to hear it but also low enough to be able to be lost in the distance between you.

Dean clicked his tongue, and then sighed. “I’m fifty miles away. Don’t wait for me, I’ll climb through your window or something.”

“I’ll wait.” You retorted, with that voice you used to show you were completely adamant about your decision. It wasn’t difficult to hear the little huffed chuckle he let out, and it made you ease up, to know he was finally slowing down and rationalizing things. “Don’t run too much, dickhead.”

With a little scoff, Dean hung up and you found yourself smiling at nothing at all.

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1987vampire · 6 years

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Things Azarei Has Sent to Me in Random Hours of the Night pt.1

Can you imagine being a ghost and you use up a lot of your energy or plasma or whatever the fuck ghosts have by trying to move something or make a noise and some skeptical jackass named Shane (Madej) just passes it off as like the wind or some shit? (10;34)

Can you imagine being in a hospital and the only channel the TV can pick up is one that plays nothing but horror movies set in hospitals (9:44)

Do you think the reason the supernatural writers haven’t introduced Jesus is because no matter the way they portray him, it’s just too controversial (5:43)

You know no matter how much Tom and Jerry fight, if another animal messes with one of them, the other would fucking destroy them. (5:43)

Why is it that whenever an animal tastes human flesh someone’s like “on no, he’s tasted human flesh. Now he’s gonna be all murderous and such” but humans have tasted all kinds of animals and we’ve never been so crazy about any [articular meat. I mean, are humans so delicious that if any animal tastes us, they go into a murderous frenzy.

Just to give you a clear example of the things that get stuck in my head while I’m trying to sleep. Tonight’s version: Jason Nash’s screams caused by David putting unknown animals on his body/ getting bitten on the arm by a snake for views (1:54)

Water is a weird word. Woter. W o t e r.

Supernautral plot twist. Sam is Jesus. I mean, he does have the hair for it. (2:19)

Running over a person probably just feels like a speed bump with emotional damage. (4:54)

Can you imagine being a murderer/serial killer on the first day of the zombie apocolypse and your victim just tries to fucking eat you (4:54)

If you really think about it, placing flowers on a grave is almost like a sacrificial ritual. (11:05)

*after she tells me she wants to shave her eyebrows off and I ask why* Mostly because of that vine but also bc I really wanna know if it feels like when you haven’t shaved your legs for a really long time and then you do and it feels exquisite.

“Is it progress if a cannibal uses a fork” - Stanislaw Lec. is now my favorite quote. (12:15)

My favorite Scotty Sire quote - *screaming* “thank you for fulfilling my dying wish which was to die.”

Is my grandfather’s obsession with cheese so out of control he has to watch YouTube videos about it at 4 in the morning (4:19)

Is the reason Tony the Tiger puts emphasis on the grrr when he says “They’re grrrrreat!” because he’s a tiger and he’s growling and if so does that mean the entire catch phrtase if a fucking pun?

Do you think Jensen (ackles) ever teases Jared (Padalecki) about Dean being the more popular brother on the show and Jared responds with something like “fuck you I’m Sam AND Dean” ya know bc Jared played as Dean in Gilmore Girls (4:49)

Wood fire burns at 800 degrees farenheight, human flash needs 1400 degrees to ignite. (2:31)

Baby oil dissolves condoms (4:09)

Remember when Sam and Dean met Jesse (the antichrist) and they said that he can trust them bc theyre the authoritities. Since he believed it, does that mean they they realyy were FBI agents for that short time.

what if the reson they haven’t brought back Jesse is bc they needed someone just as or even more powerful than hum so that’s why they ade Jack and one of the the upcoming seasons Jesse will be a problem. (9:00)

What if jack and jesse become like best friends trying to outdo each others powers all the time and Sam and Dean get so fucking fed up with them turning the books into fire breathing owls and shit. (9:09)

You know what’s ironic? The brand Converse is mostly worn by socially awkward teenagers but the definition of converse it to engage in conversation.

Am I the only one that never understood that saying “God made dirt and dirt don’t hurt” If I lived by that logic I would be fucking dead. Also I’d never make it past 5th grade because that grammar is NOT CORRECT (8:37)

#spn #supernatural #shitpost #shit post #text #late night thoughts

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