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octoberclidan · 3 months

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You're Family to Us

Request: Hi! I am absolutely in love with your characters , hats off to your writing skills!!¡¡

Could you write something where the reader goes missing on mission and is held captive by some mythical creatures of your choice. After months she is finally found. She is very weak and traumatized. All scratch marks , bite marks claw marks etc depending on the creature. Frail, weak , dehydrated , malnourished barely able to stand without passing out first....The team nurses her back to health. Sam especially!

Lots of comfort❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader, Castiel x Reader (platonic)

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She didn't know how long she'd been down there, in the tiny, dark, damp cellar. She didn't even know where she was, having been knocked unconscious before waking up here. She'd been on her way to visit the Winchesters and Cas, her found family, when she'd been attacked from behind at a gas station not long after the sun had set. One minute, she was filling up her tank for the last leg of her journey, and the next, she was in the cellar and aching all over in darkness. She'd been driving to the bunker to help them out with a case of disappearing people not far from where the bunker was, and now she was one of the victims.

She was sitting on the uneven stone ground, her back pressed against the one spot of wall that she'd found to be the least uncomfortable. She had her eyes closed and was hugging her legs, trying to keep in some sort of warmth. She'd searched every part of the small room at least five times, but the four walls were solid stone, the door was locked tight, and there were no windows. The only glimpse she had to the outside world was a small hole in the corner of the ceiling, which was letting in a steady trickle of rainwater from outside. It had been raining on and off since she'd been trapped in there. The droplets of water hitting the floor, and the whistle from the wind passing over the hole were the only sounds she'd heard going on three days now, or maybe it was four, since they had last came into the room. There had been another man in the room when she'd first woken up. He was scared, confused, drained. All she could get out of him was that these people, these creatures, would come into the room every few days and weaken him. He had said that someone else was in the room when he first arrived, and they were now gone. He told her that he'd soon be gone, and then so would she. The next time the creatures came into the room after she'd woken up, they took him, and she'd been alone ever since.

She no longer felt hunger, that pain had come and gone, but she was thirsty. She'd tried drinking the rain water but it wasn't enough to quench her thirst, just enough to keep her alive. She hadn't slept much either, every time she dozed off, her head would scrape against the wall or the floor and she'd wake again. The only thing that was giving her hope was the fact that the boys were expecting her, and she knew they would've started to look for her the moment they realised she was late and couldn't get in contact with her. Only several months previous, Sam had insisted she let him track her phone. He promised he'd only use it if she got into trouble, that he had the same thing set up for Dean, Cas, and himself, and that it had helped before. She was thankful now that she'd agreed to it; at least they'd know that she was at that gas station when she'd gone missing.

She pulled up her sleeve to check on her wounds. When she'd first woken up, her arms were stinging and covered in long cuts. Her mind had immediately jumped to claw marks from whatever had grabbed her. Some of them looked like they were healing, but there was one in particular on her right arm that she knew was infected. It was hot, red, and swollen. It was the largest of the cuts, running all the was from her shoulder down to her elbow. She wasn't able to move her right arm without a pain searing through it. She gently used her left hand to pull the sleeve back down after confirming that the infection wasn't improving. If she wasn't going to die of thirst or hunger, that cut was going to be the end of her.

***

She had become so tired that she could no longer keep her eyes open. She didn't even register the sound of the door opening, or the sound of footsteps on the found. She was startled by hands on her shoulders, shaking her. She tried to push them off with her good arm, but it was useless, their grip was too tight. Whoever they belonged to was shouting at her, but she couldn't make out what they were saying. Her eyes stayed closed as she tried asking what was going on, but it came out as an unrecognisable mumble.

"Cas! Get in here!"

"Sam? Is she in here?" Cas walked into the room, his angel blade at the ready, to find Sam kneeling down on the floor in front of [Y/N], who was slouched against the wall. He quickly walked over to them and crouched down, placing his hand on her forehead and closing his eyes in concentration.

"Can you heal her?" Sam's voice was desperate, and his hope fell away as he watched Cas shake his head.

"I'm sorry Sam, my grace is still low after that incident last week. I can sense that she's very weak, she needs food and water and her wound is infected. We need to get her back to the bunker, now".

"Where's Dean?" Sam asked as Cas stood back up.

"He's checking to see if there are any more, but I think we've killed all of them. I'll tell him we found her, can you get her to the car on your own?" He asked as he put his blade back into his coat. He waited for Sam to nod before leaving the room. Sam looked back at [Y/N], taking in how thin and ashen she was. His heart broke for her, seeing like this.

"Okay, come on, let's get you out of here". He reached around her back to pull her towards him, slipping his arm under her knees and standing up with her. "Shit", he muttered as he realised how light she was, he knew she had a long recovery ahead of her. Not wasting any more time, he headed out to get back to the car.

***

"[Y/N]?" Dean jogged over to Sam as he saw him come out of the building. He froze as he got closer, taking in her appearance. "Fuck", he ran his hand through his short hair, furrowing his eyebrows at her and then clenching his fists. "What the fuck did they do to her?"

"I don't know, can we just get her home? I just want to get her out of here", Sam said as he walked past Dean to the car, where Cas was waiting with the back door open. Sam maneuvered her into the back bench of the car, sliding in behind her and pulling her over to hold his arm around her. He could tell that she was awake but just too weak to open her eyes or speak, so he wanted to try and keep her as comfortable as possible. Her head lay on his shoulder and she only stirred slightly when Dean started the engine up. "You're safe now, we've got you", he whispered before kissing the top of her head. He relaxed slightly when he heard her sigh in relief.

Dean, Sam, and Cas were all beyond angry that they hadn't found her sooner.

***

[Y/N] groaned. Her head hurt, her body ached, but she scrunched her face in confusion as she realised she was no longer thirsty. Her eyes snapped open as she felt her hand being squeezed, and she heard someone talking at her. Everything was blurry, she could only make out a large figure in front of her, and she could only hear a deep rumble coming from it, no words. She started to panic, sitting up and trying to pull her hand back, pushing herself backwards until her hand hit air and she was falling. She hit the ground with a thump and her bad arm felt like it was on fire as it took the brunt of her fall. The figure was immediately crouching over her, blocking out the light on the ceiling, and her panic now mixed with pain as she cradled her arm against her chest.

"Breathe, [Y/N]", she was finally able to make out a word from the blurry figure, and the voice sounded somewhat familiar. "You're in the bunker, you're safe, nothing is going to hurt you, okay?"

"D...Dean?" She tried to focus her eyes, slowly making out concerned green eyes staring into hers.

"Yeah, it's me, see?" He reached out and grabbed her hand, squeezing in gently. "Let's get you back onto the bed, okay? Come on, easy now". He reached around her back to hoist her back up, taking care to avoid putting any pressure onto her bad arm. She winced as she settled back down onto the bed. "I'm gonna check your arm, we had to stitch it up, I just need to check that you didn't pull any stitches with that fall", he said as he started to reach up to her chest. She looked down and spotted a blue material that she recognised as one of Sam's flannels, and Dean began to unbutton it. He carefully pulled her arm out of the sleeve, muttering apologies as she winced again at the movement.

She noticed that she was also wearing a clean tank top, and her mind briefly wondered which one of them had changed her clothes. Given the fact that she was wearing Sam's flannel, she figured it must have been him, and she felt comforted by the thought that she was being taken care of. "Okay, looks like two stitches need to be redone, you're bleeding a bit just above your elbow. Are you in pain?"

"Um", she cleared her throat as her voice came out raspy, it had been awhile since she'd used it properly. "A little".

"Okay. I can give you some painkillers, we've been giving them to you as much as the dosage allows, and you should be due some now anyway. Hang on one second". He let go of her hand and walked over to a cabinet, and she looked around to see that she was in the bunker's infirmary.

"How long have I been here?" She asked as he walked back over to the bed, two pills in his hand and reaching towards the glass of water on the bedside table.

"Uh, three days. You've kinda been in and out of consciousness for a lot of it, and not really with it when you're awake. Cas has tried to heal as much as he can, but his grace is still regenerating after a run in with a witch not long before we found you. He's only really been able to heal the infection, but the cut is still pretty deep and we want to stop it from getting infected again". He handed her the pills and water and pulled a stool over to sit beside her, and opened a suture kit that had been sitting on the table. Once she'd put the glass back down, he opened his hand for her to lay her arm in. "You good?" He asked as he took out an alcohol wipe to clean it. She nodded and he got to work.

He was finishing up the second stitch when she heard footsteps coming towards the infirmary, and suddenly she was feeling anxious, but she relaxed a little when Sam walked in. "Hey, you're awake", he smiled at her, though his smile didn't reach the concern in his eyes.

"Hey, uh, yeah", she smiled back, and took her arm back once Dean had let go and was packing the kit up again.

"How do you feel?" He asked as he walked over to them. "I'm sorry it took us so long to find you, they brought you to a pretty secluded area. We found your phone at the gas station", he nodded to a table on the far side of the room, where she could see her bag and phone. "Your car's in the garage too". He took Dean's place once Dean stood up, quietly leaving to give them space to catch up.

"I'm a bit... foggy? I don't know, kinda confused. How long was I gone?"

"Two months", Sam grimaced at her wide-eyed reaction. "I promise you, [Y/N], we haven't rested since you went missing. We spent every day trying to find you, we would never give up on you". He grabbed her hand, hoping that she would believe him. "I hate seeing you like this, I'm so sorry".

"Sam", she shook her head. "You have nothing to be sorry for. We've all been captured and we've all had hunts go sideways on us. It's part of the job".

"Yeah but I asked you for help on the case, none of this would have happened if I hadn't called you".

"Sam, stop, okay? It's..." She coughed and cleared her throat. "It's not your fault". She coughed again, harder this time and Sam stood up and pulled his phone out of his pocket. With his free hand, he rubbed her back as he flicked through his contacts and held his phone to his ear.

"You're okay, get it out, breathe", he said as he waited for an answer on the phone. "Yeah, Cas?It's me, can you get down here? She's having difficulty breathing". He looked back to her and noticed that she'd closed her eyes and was leaning back down on the bed. "Yeah, now". He hung up and put his phone down on the bed, leaning over her to help her lie down slowly.

***

"Sam?" She called out, opening her eyes to a dark room.

"Um, no, it's Castiel", she heard him shuffle closer to her. She still felt weak, but her throat felt clearer. "Sam and Dean are asleep, it's 3am, but I can wake Sam if you need him". She squinted in the darkness and could just about make out his silhouette beside her.

"Oh, no, it's okay. What... what happened earlier? I remember coughing and Sam calling you but it's kinda hazy after that".

"You're weak", he said, and she looked up at him. "Not in general, just right now after what you've been through", he was quick to add. "You were having difficulty breathing, and when I came down to help you were falling back asleep. I cleared your throat but Sam thought it best to let you rest, and I agreed". He reached over to place his fingers on her forehead, and she closed her eyes as a familiar comfort spread through her body, and she felt the pain in her arm and the ache she felt throughout her body dull a little. "I'm sorry, that's as much as I can help for now".

"You all need to stop apologising", she shook her head and reached for his hand as he was pulling it away. "I appreciate everything you're doing for me". She squeezed his hand slightly. "I should be the one apologising, I should've been more aware of my surroundings, I shouldn't have been that easy of a target".

"Don't be hard on yourself. You should just focus on healing. Sleep, [Y/N], let your body and mind rest". He sat down beside her and kept a hold of her, using his thumb to rub circles on the back of her hand.

***

A scream woke both Sam and Dean, and they instantly ran towards the source of it; the infirmary. They found [Y/N] clutching her arm and tossing and turning in the bed, looking like she was trying to get away from something. Sam instantly went to her bedside and grabbed her shoulder, but it only made her scream again. "No! Get off! Please, please stop, please let me go!" She had tears streaming down her face, and Sam looked back at Dean for help.

"Hey, [Y/N], wake up, it's just us", Sam said as he cupped her cheek with his hand.

"No! Leave me alone! Please!" She sobbed, and Dean came over to lightly tap at her other cheek before gripping her good shoulder and shaking.

"Come on, wake up kid, you're safe here", when she continued to struggle in the bed, the brothers shared a look and Dean sighed. "[Y/N]! WAKE UP!" Her eyes snapped open at Dean's booming voice and she looked frightened, glancing between the two of them.

"It was a nightmare, you're okay", Sam said, stroking her cheek. "You're safe, nothing is going to hurt you". She immediately started to cry, and she leaned forward into Sam as he moved closer to hug her against his chest. Dean leaned over to rub circles on her back and they all stayed like that until she'd calmed down and her breathing had evened out.

"I was back in that cellar", she sniffed. "They came back for me".

"They're gone Sweetheart, I made sure of it, they're all dead", Dean said as she leaned back to look up at them.

"What... what were they? It was so dark in that room... whenever they came in I couldn't really see, and I'd always pass out after a couple of minutes. All I know is they had some sort of claws?"

"Tallons. Harpies. Ugly little sons of bitches", Dean told her.

"Harpies?"

"That's what we're calling them anyway", Sam said. "It was the closest thing we could find in the lore".

"What did they want?"

"Well apparently they're in this constant state of hunger. This group, we think, somehow were feeding off of suffering. Basically, the hungrier and weaker you grew, the more satiated and the stronger they got", Sam explained as he brushed her hair behind her ear.

"Yeah, most the other victims only lasted a week or two. You've no idea how relieved we were to find you alive", Dean said. "Cas found the other victims, he said most of them died from thirst".

"It started to rain a little while I was at the gas station. I remember it because it had been so sunny earlier in the day", she said.

"It had been pretty dry around here for weeks before you were taken", Sam nodded. "Why?"

"I drank the rainwater", she said. "There was a hole in the ceiling and the water was coming through. I guess the previous victims didn't have that if it was dry". A tear escaped from here eye and Sam was quick to wipe it away. "I'm sorry", she sniffed.

"Hey, what are you saying sorry for?" Dean frowned at her and she looked up at him with watery eyes.

"I was supposed to help, but I didn't save anyone".

"[Y/N], don't think like that", Sam pulled her in for another hug and rested his chin on top of her head. "You gave us a starting point, we knew where you were when you were taken. Who knows how long it would have taken for us to find them otherwise. We got them and killed them because you led us there".

"Why don't you try get some more sleep? It's still a couple hours until morning. I'll even get up early to make your favourite breakfast", Dean winked at her as he stood up. Sam leaned back to give Dean space to kiss her forehead, and [Y/N] smiled and nodded at him as he left the room.

"Do you want me to stay here, or do you want to come with me to my room? I don't mind either way, but I think my bed is a bit more comfortable than this one", Sam said to her. "You could take one of the spare rooms either, but I'd like to be there in case you have another nightmare".

She took a moment to think about it, and settled on Sam's room. She'd stayed with him before, Dean too, and she knew she slept better when they were around. "My room it is", he nodded and stood up. He held out his hand which she took as she got up out of the bed. She was only able to take one step before her knees buckled beneath her, and she gasped as she fell. Sam's strong arms wrapped around her waist before she could hit the ground, and he lifted her up into his arms. She blushed in embarrassment as he looked down at her in concern.

"I'm sorry", she said, hiding her face in his shoulder, but he just chuckled.

"You're still recovering, it's understandable. None of us will mind carrying you around until you get your strength back", he said as he began to walk towards his room. "You're family to us".

Once he opened the door to his room, he walked her over to the bed and let her down gently on one side. It was still warm from where he'd been sleeping earlier in the night, and she was comforted by his familiar scent on the pillow. He was right, his bed was more comfortable. "If you need anything, you just wake me up and let me know, okay?" He asked as he lay down beside her and pulled the covers up. She nodded before he turned his beside lamp off, and she instantly snuggled up beside him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her gently onto his chest, keeping her safe and warm. Sam held her close for the rest of the night, and she slept peacefully in his arms, looking forward to the breakfast that Dean had promised her in the morning.

The end

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raz-writes-the-thing · 2 months

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Monthly Pity Party (Supernatural One-Shot)

Team Free Will x AFAB!GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: Your cramps are kicking your ass this month, though you do wish the boys would quit throwing pity parties for you.

Fic type: period comfort

SPN: @wereallbrokenangels (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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"I think I might actually die, like, for real," you groaned, rubbing at your forehead irritably. "I mean- if we ever do find the bastard, I'd like to ask why he or she or they said 'fuck you in particular' to people with vaginas and uteri and all that bullshit."

"Yes, it's not something I was able to fully understand from his plans," Castiel replied, seeming to only be half listening. Your hand shot to your lower belly, breath sucking sharply between your teeth. "Though it does serve a purpose... if... that may provide some comfort to you."

"You know," you groaned, resisting the urge to curl yourself into a ball and pass away on the spot. "It really doesn't, Cas."

Sam stood from his favourite spot at the table, picked your socked feet off the end of the lounge and sat down again while pulling them into his lap. You gave the gentle giant a soft yet strained smile and he squeezed your left foot to show he was listening.

"Dean will be back soon," he said by way of comfort. You were also pretty sure it was a diversion to nip your conversation with Castiel in the bud before it got too heated or too existential. You had a habit of doing that during your time of the month.

Speaking of- the sound of the bunker door closing heralded the arrival of beers for the boys and treats for you. Special treats that you only really reserved for that horrendous week once a month where you weren't able to hunt half the things on your to-get list, or even sometimes able to stay awake for longer than three hours.

"All right," came Dean's voice from around the corner. "Party time. I've got the goods. Beer, pie, skittles, and... all the other crap you asked for." He placed the two bags of groceries and goodies onto the coffee table before gesturing for you to move so he could settle down on the couch with you.

You made space for him and then he patted his lap for you to lay back down again. You settled your head down in his lap as he used his arm to screw the lid of his beer off and chucked the metal disc onto the table.

"Oh Cas, I forgot to heat the thing up," Dean mumbled, giving you an apologetic squeeze on the shoulder before pointing to your homemade wheat bag. "Be a good Angel and do the thing?"

Castiel picked up the wheat bag and disappeared into the kitchen. Hopefully after his stint as a human, he'd know how to use the microwave to heat it up properly. Honestly though, if your skin was able to withstand it, you'd love the direct heat of the sun over your cramps.

Dean leaned forward, grabbed one more beer from the table and passed it to his brother who thanked him quietly. Then he passed you the bag of skittles and watched you rip the thing open and shove a handful into your mouth with a moan of relief that bordered on pornographic.

"I don't know how you eat those," Dean said sceptically. You chewed on the lollies a few more times before swallowing.

"They taste good," you replied as if that was a good enough answer to it all. "And shut up, I've seen some of the stuff you've shoved down your gullet."

"Shut up, Sam-" Dean quipped as Sam snorted out a laugh at your signature bantering. "But fair point."

You let out another hiss as your cramp amped it up once again. Your voice evened out into a rather pained and elongated word not fit for young ears and Dean's brows furrowed in concern.

"Dean, you get like this every month. It's just a few days of discomfort- and if Cas wasn't so wiped right now, he'd make it all go away for me. It's nothing I can't handle. Promise."

Dean took a moody sip of his beer and rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, well, I don't have to like it, all right?"

You were saved from having to put too much thought into your response as Cas reappeared from the kitchen, wheat bag in hand. He handed it to you and you placed it over your abdomen. Instantly the heat began soaking through your skin to ease the ache beneath.

"I'm sorry I can't heal you in my current state," Castiel apologised before sitting down stiffly in the single-seater armchair. You sighed, chowing down on a couple more lollies.

"Look guys," you said, pulling your head and feet out of the Winchesters' laps and sitting up. You pressed the heat pack against your abdomen and leaned back against the couch. "I know you all mean well, but it's just a period. You don't have to pity me. I'll be all right after some Advil and some comfort food. A snuggle or two wouldn't hurt either. But I'm not going to have any more of these pitiful apologies and concerned looks."

The three of them looked at each other and then back at you again. Dean and Sam both took a swig and nodded respectfully.

"Sure thing," Sam replied with one of those blink-and-you-miss-it acknowledging smiles.

"Uh-huh," was Dean's answering reply. You knew what that meant. He'd humour you for a day or two and be right back at his usual schtick. But that was fine. You kinda liked it when he was just a little worried over you.

"Right then," you said decisively, giving Castiel a very pointed look. "I'm going to lay back down and we're all going to watch a movie. I am going to grumble about my cramps and we're all going to have a great time, yes? Good."

"Yes dear," Dean reached for the remote for the television. "Now- Cas, I know better than to ask our menstruating friend here what we're gonna watch so- your pick."

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it-was-too-cold-always · 5 months

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We're Not in CW Anymore - 1

The reader gets blasted into another universe - one where Sam and Dean Winchester are real people, real hunters, and really fucked up. To her surprise (or horror), Dean has been getting glimpses of her life in his dreams and is completely enamored with her. It's nothing like the cable-friendly CW show that she knows and loves.

Reader x Dean Winchester

Warnings: language, violence

Chapter 1: The Good News Gabriel Brings

One minute, you were reading your very spicy romance book on your couch. The next, you were sitting in some diner off the highway, book still in hand. You looked around, wondering if anyone noticed you appear out of thin air. Not a single person was looking towards you. Okay, this must be a dream, I dozed off while reading, you thought. If I'm right, I won't be able to read words. You opened up to a random part in the book, and sure enough, you could read every single smutty word on that page. Fuck. What just happened?

"More coffee, sweetie?" The waitress pulled you from your downward spiral. You accepted, though you'd rather be drinking something a little stronger. You took a sip, letting the warmth fill you up. You looked down - you were no longer wearing your oversized sleep shirt. Instead, you were wearing skinny jeans, brown boots, and a gray tank top with a blue flannel layered on top. Very autumn lumberjack, you thought. It was much more appropriate than your sleep shirt though, given the dreary weather outside. You pulled your phone out of your back pocket, surprised to find a signal. You were more surprised that you had your phone at all, and even more perplexed when you saw your purse sitting on the booth next to you. You peeked inside - thank god, your inhaler. You're gonna need that because the panic will surely set in soon. You scroll through your phone and find your messages are all gone. There's no logs of calls or contacts. Everything has been wiped. Great. You pull up the news to see if you can get your bearings a little. You weren't quite sure what else to do - after all, you've never teleported before.

You were too focused on your phone to notice a 1967 Chevy Impala pull up to the diner. Nor did you notice the two gigantic men walk through the front door as the bell jingled. But one of these men clocked you almost immediately. His face turned pale and he stopped in his tracks. "Holy shit," he breathed. The taller one looked at him like he was nuts, but before he could say anything else, the shorter (but still really tall) one found himself walking towards you. "Dude, what the hell?" His buddy was following him to your booth.

"Hey. Hi. Um, can I sit here?" Real smooth, dipshit, he thought to himself. You looked up at the man speaking to you, not really registering what he said. This man was a spitting image of Jensen Ackles. In fact, they could be twins. However the man standing in front of you had his flannel sleeves rolled up enough for you to see a tattoo sleeve and a myriad of scars peppering his skin. The man who appeared behind this man looked exactly like Jared Padalecki. "Am I being punked?" you asked. The two men look at each other and sit down in your booth, facing you. They look intrigued, waiting for you to keep talking.

"I wouldn't really say 'punked,' but I really had some fun with this one." A dude appeared out of nowhere, sitting next to you, looking like Richard Speight, Jr. Okay, what the actual fuck.

"Gabriel? What the fuck are you doing here?" the guy who looked like Jared asked. Okay, we got Sam, Dean, Gabriel...what's next? Cas? You look out the window to see the Impala and your stomach flips.

"Listen, I don't have a lot of time for you bozos, so pay attention and don't interrupt. Y/N, this is Sam and Dean. Sam and Dean, this is Y/N. Yes, like the show Supernatural, I know, whoop-de-do, let's get to the juicy parts, alright?" Gabriel looks almost irritated with his little speech.

"What the hell is going on?" Sam's patience was wearing thin already.

"What did I say about interrupting? You're a bad listener. As I was saying, Y/N comes from another universe. Dean, I'm sure you're quite familiar. Y/N, you get the gist of it, but it's not exactly like the CW show. This is more real-life, nitty gritty, not at all rated PG-13. There's a lot of shit from the show that didn't happen in this universe. The writing really went to shit after Kripke left, but that's just my opinion. I digress. Y/N and Dean are soulmates, don't ask me how they ended up in different universes, I'm just here to fix it. So boom, problem solved, have fun figuring all this shit out." Gabriel acted bored but seemed to be amused by this situation.

Your head was spinning. Supernatural. Real life. Alternate universe. Soulmates? You stared down your coffee cup as you tried to wrap your head around the situation. It was hard when the entire time, you could feel Dean staring at you. He hasn't taken his eyes off you since he walked into the diner. You thought they were attractive on the show, but in real like they're so gorgeous, it's intimidating.

"Why would you do Dean a favor like that? What do you get out of it?" Sam asked. "Nothing from you ever comes out of the kindness of your heart."

"Listen bud, I just know what's gotta happen and I do it. Any other questions?"

"Hold on! You said parts of the TV show didn't happen in this universe. Which parts?" You had to know - Rowena, Crowley, Chuck, Leviathan - was all of this real now?

"Just the dumb parts. All of season 7 basically. That weird attachment Dean had with the Darkness even though she was a kid for a while, creepy if you ask me. The whole Darkness thing never happened, don't know if it will in the future though. The Men of Letters are alive and thriving, Sam and Dean actually work for them as hunters. I don't know kid I'm sure you'll figure it all out." His answer placated you for now. It was still too much for your brain to process. You're sure you'll have lots of questions come up as the day progresses. You turn to thank him, but he's already gone. That leaves you alone in a booth with Sam and Dean Winchester.

Chapter 2

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deanswhiskey · 6 months

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𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 - 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

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summary; helping dean with his wounds after a fight can only lead to good things

wc; 1,036

warnings; cursing, canon level violence (not a lot tbh), talks of wounds (again not a lot), kissing

a/n; aahhhh first spn fic !!! i��m so excited !!!!! (also this isn’t proofread)

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“ah, fuck!” dean cursed.

"sorry!" you winced while wiping dried blood from a cut on deans temple with an alcohol wipe.

here you were again, playing nurse, because dean winchester can be a wimp when he has to clean up his face wounds.

he always said that his face was ‘too sensitive’ for him to do it himself. it was a good enough lie to convince you.

he really just liked how close you were to him.

he loved the concentration in your eyes. he loved the your nose would scrunch ever time he’d wince. and he loved the way you’d bit your lip whenever you patched him up.

there was a pack of alpha werewolves that another hunter, ethan, needed help with.

not only was it difficult, but having dean and ethan being taken by them didn’t help either.

you and sam arrived at the warehouse the pack was keeping dean and ethan. "you ready?" sam only nodded back at you. you both busted down separate doors of the building and began exploring, looking for the other two hunters. flashlight and your gun with silver bullets occupied your hands while you took careful steps to ensure your stealth. your silver blade tucked into the belt on your jeans just incase.

a couple werewolves spotted you and the fight began. it began with you fighting two werewolves on one side of the building while sam dealt with another two on the opposite side.

eventually, you two both shot down the werewolves and made your way to where dean and Utahn were being held. sam held off the last remaining werewolves while you went to untie dean and ethan.

they were both pretty beaten up. you could see the bruises forming on their faces and the now drying blood from the various cuts. it pained you knowing that dean went through this kind of physical pain.

the four of you finished the fight and successfully taken down the rest of the alpha pack. you and sam had managed to leave with merely a few bruise and small cuts.

arriving back to the bunker, sam had passed out almost instantly. after changing into something more comfortable, you went to check on him after and found him asleep in an awkward and funny position; you giggled to yourself.

you walked past deans room to check on him and found him wincing in the mirror with an alcohol covered gauze pad attempting to fix his wounds.

"may i?" you ask creaking one his door.

he looked into your worrisome eyes that he could never deny, "yea- yea, of course." he through the somewhat bloody gauze into the trash next to the sink.

you grabbed his hands and sat him down at the foot of his bed and walked off to grab the rest of the first aid from his sink, setting it down next to him on the bed.

grabbing an alcohol wipe and opening the little packet it was in, you nudged deans legs open so you could stand between them. you gently grabbed the side of deans head with your free hand and tilted it upwards.

dean looked at you with admiration. how you could care for such a broken boy like him, he'll never know.

you had finished tending to most of his wounds before speaking up, "you really should learn how to clean your own cuts." you half whispered while placing a wound closing band aid on his chin.

"why would i do that when i have you?" dean smiled, his hands moving from his lap to the back of your legs. slowly, his fingertips starting moved in a small and slow, yet hypnotizing up and down movement. this feeling was so foreign yet so familiar. you were used to dean having his hand on your leg, or back, or arm. It wasn't just because he liked you; he felt a sense of security, so he knew you were there.

every time dean touched you, there was a spark he'd leaving dancing around your skin and throughout your heart. these feelings weren't unfamiliar. you're attraction to dean hadn't come on short notice. you'd met him while hunting and almost immediately fell for him. you fell for the sparkling green eyes. you fell for the man who'd do anything for family. you fell for the man who had a secret sensitive side only you knew about.

"and what if im not here?" you paused what you were doing to look him in the eyes.

"well, sweetheart, if you're not here then i'm not here. simple." you didn't know what to say after that, so you just smiled and continued to the last cut that was on his bottom lip.

"okay, well i should be going now," you walked away to throw everything in the trash.

"y/n?"

"yea?"

"stay."

you were taken aback. what did he mean by that?

"dean-" you started before he interrupted.

"stay with me. here, with me. tonight." he got up and walked over yo you. his hands move to cup your face.

"okay," you voice barely above a whisper.

deans eyes flickered to your lips before returning to your was, as if he was searching for permission within them. you closed the gap in between you two and gently pressed your lips on his. sparks fly as your lips move in sync. your hands moved up and down his chest and eventually found their way to the back of his and tangled in his hair. his hands made their to your waist.

dean was, surprisingly, the first to pull away. he rested his forehead against yours while you both were catching your breath. dean pulled away from you to close his door and dim the lights; you took this as a sign to go get in his bed. you put on his pajamas which just consisted of a pair of sweats and a black tee. he lifted the covers on his side and got in bed, scooting closer to you. his arm wrapped around your waist, scooting you impossibly closer to him.

"stay. forever?" he whispered in your ear.

"always."

and with that, you were both off to sleep in each others arms.

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thedarkreunion69 · 6 months

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His Prize

Kinktober Day - 5 (Dacryphilia)

Rin Matsuoka × Fem! Reader

SMUT 18+ (All characters are aged up)

Where your swimmer boyfriend comes home after winning another championship

🔞NSFW🔞 facesitting, squirting, dacryphilia, overstimulation, unprotected sex

"a-ah! r-rin 's too much!" Your cries were unheard by your maroon haired boyfriend, who had you sit on his face the moment he came home after winning his championship, gold medal around his neck.

"I know baby, I know" he says his voice low and husky. "But I want more" His fingers continue to move in and out of your tightness, matching the rhythm of his tongue's assault on your clit.

You had already came atleast thrice but everytime you would try to get up, he would pull you back on his face.

You could feel yourself on the brink of another earth shattering orgasm as he took your clit into his mouth and sucked on it, his sharp teeth flicking against it making your toes curl.

You had your fingers tangled in his hair, one hand gripping tightly around the headboard and thighs caging his face underneath. You could feel tears of pleasure rolling down your cheek as he continues his assualt even after you cum again.

"One more" he growled against your pussy, his voice rough with desire. He continued his ministrations, sucking harshly on your sensitive nub while his fingers pushed in and out relentlessly.

You could feel a weird feeling building up in your stomach, something you've never felt before

"r-rin stop feel like 'm gonna pee!" Tears of pleasure continue streaming down your cheeks as the sensation in your stomach keeps increasing.

"Shhh, it's okay baby just let me love you" He continues to lap at your swollen clit, coaxing more sounds of pleasure from your lips.

His fingers continue to dug into your thighs, as his fingers and tongue continue the assault, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"r-rinn ahh!" You moan loudly and end up squirting on his face, something you've never done before.

"That's it baby" He groans while drinking up every last drop of your squirt.

You try to get up from his face, but this time he flips you around so you're laying on your back with him towering over you.

"You were such a good girl for me" He says while kissing away your tears, you could still feel your lower regions throbbing again as he flicks your clit with the tip of his cock.

"My baby's so fucking pretty when she cries" He says and pushes his whole length inside you causing you to gasp and let out more tears.

You find yourself clinging onto him while crying and moaning his name as he thrusts harder, his cock reaching the deeper and deeper with each thrust.

"You like that baby? You like that don't you?" He says while biting your neck with his shark like teeth while pounding into you faster.

You were too overwhelmed with pleasure to even reply, only tears flowing down your flushed cheeks while you moan his name continuously.

His gold medal sways around his neck with each of his thrust, sweat dripping down his forehead to yours as he watches you cry and squirm from pleasure underneath him.

"Such a pretty doll for me, aren't you princess?" He says while kissing your tear stained cheeks softly, while pounding into you mercilessly.

You were his prize after all, so he was gonna ravage you the whole night.

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You Have Bad Luck (Team Free Will x Male Reader)

A/N: This idea entered my head and I wanted to get it out soon so hopefully this is close enough to the theme of Halloween lol. Enjoy!

DEAN

Dean is constantly bouncing between finding it funny and being worried about your well-being. Whenever you end up tripping or walking into a door he can't help but find it a little funny. However, if the fall looks particularly bad he will refrain from laughing at the moment and check up on you. Dean has basically forbidden you from going on hunts with them since he is not willing to risk your bad luck affecting you at the wrong time. If you do want to help them out Dean will let you do some research for them but that is about as far as he will go.

SAM

Sam tends to have more worry when it comes to you and your bad luck. He will tend to pay more attention to you when you are around him to make sure you don't get too hurt. Sam will also keep you away from being on the front lines of a hunt but is more willing to let you help with the research. He also finds your bad luck kind of interesting and will usually give you good luck charms that he finds to see how they affect your natural bad luck. Sam does his best to counteract your bad luck by catching you before you fall or giving you a sturdy phone case to prevent your phone from cracking.

CASTIEL

Cas is very confused by the bad luck that follows you around. At first, Cas wouldn't exactly know how often it affects you but as time goes on he would start to get a feeling for how it operates and would act accordingly. Whenever you end up injured he will heal you with his grace and make sure that you are okay. Cas is more willing to take you along with him on hunts since he knows he can heal you if you end up injured. However, there will still be times when Cas thinks it would be best for you to hang back and help with the research.

CROWLEY

Crowley found your bad luck to be very interesting. When he first learned about it he joked about your ancestor pissing a witch off as a reason for it. Crowley has no qualms about making a quip or two whenever you trip on a rock or when you forget your wallet at home. He will make sure that you are not too hurt though he will never do so in an obvious way. Crowley tends to no bring you with him to meetings and stuff with one of the reasons being that your bad luck could cause unnecessary distractions to him and his work. His favorite nickname for you is "Black Cat" for obvious reasons.

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daughterofcain-67 · 10 months

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🅦hαt 🅞ncє 🅦αs 🅜ínє

(Dean Winchester x Reader)

(Part 2) (Part 3)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You and Dean have been close for the past couple of years but you have hunting with them for the past few. You notice that he has seemed off when he came back from Purgatory and all you wanted to do was help. After an argument breaks out- you leave for about a year with a secret you can’t afford to tell.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: some spoilers - some may be MAJOR spoilers, read at your own risk (seasons 6-8, I believe: MAY NOT BE ACCURATE), a brief mention of a night of intimacy but no graphic detail. This story does not follow along with any specific episode

Your heart raced with adrenaline from the last hunt you were on with the Winchester brothers. It was a tough one too and it didn't help that you had been worried about Dean the entire time. You had been with the Winchesters for the past three years. However, there was a shift between the two of you ever since he came back from Purgatory.

You noticed that he had become lost in a way - especially since Cass was gone. You knew that Purgatory was almost like a Hell for Dean since he seemed to feel a sort of guilt. But he wouldn't talk to you about it and you couldn't read his mind. You felt like you were drifting apart.

You remembered the night that Dean finally came back. You knew that Sam had moved on and tried to make a life for himself. But you couldn't move on so easily. You knew at the time he had just moved on from Lisa, then the job got busier and busier with the Leviathan. Then the next thing you knew he was in Purgatory for so long and you never got to tell him how you truly felt.

At least, not until the night that he finally came back.

You remembered the way he looked all roughed up after he came back. How handsome he was, but maybe it was just because you were just so glad that he was back. One thing lead to another and you ended up spending a passionate night together and it was a night you could never forget.

Even if at this moment you were trying so hard not to, especially considering the current circumstances you were in personally. For the past several weeks you were carrying Dean's child. You didn't know how to tell him and a part of you knew he couldn't handle it with everything going on.

"Dean, what the hell is going on with you? I know you went through a lot of crap in Purgatory, and I know you must be missing Cass a hell of a lot right now. We all do! But if you can't get your head on straight or at least talk to somebody, you might end up getting yourself killed one day because you can't focus!" You tried your best to explain.

"Don't act like you know how the hell I handle what's in my head, Y/N." He stated with a growl. "You don't know half the shit I've been through. You weren't there when I was in Hell. You weren't there when Lucifer took over Sam's mind. I know what I'm doing so why don't you stay the hell out of it!?"

"I can't stay out of it because I care about you! Sam cares about you! You know if Cass were here, he'd-"

"Don't you dare bring him up. You know, I should have just listened to Sam when you first came onto the scene." He said and rolled his eyes before he poured himself another glass of whisky.

"Listened to Sam? What was it that he said? Dean, what are you saying?"

"I'm saying you're nothing but a liability! You do nothing but get in the way! We should have never brought you on that very first hunt!" His words broke you to pieces. How long had he felt this way towards you? And everything you went through, did all of this mean nothing to him? You had done your best to be there for him and he just thought you were in the way the whole time?

You saw the instant regret on Dean's face after he said what he did but it was too late. You looked away from him and your eyes started to burn with tears that were starting to form

"Y/N, wait, I didn't mean-"

"Forget it, Dean. You want me gone, then I'll leave. I won't be in your way. You want to self destruct, fine. You have Sam to worry about you."

Then you packed your bags and left.

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All of that happened about a year ago.

For a year you went through a pregnancy and a birth alone. You didn't have all of the answers. You didn't know how the hell you were supposed to take care of your little girl on your own. But you were doing everything you could by taking it one day at a time. That was all you could really do at this point.

Throughout the pregnancy you were working at a Walgreen's and you were living in a small apartment and trying your best to get by. You were doing well for the most part though. Better than living on the road and hopping from one hotel room to another.

Luckily, tonight you were able to have your day off. So you spent your time with your beloved daughter, Y/C/N. She had Dean's forest-green eyes and your hair color. She was only about three months old but you wanted to protect her from everything that was out there, especially since you knew what dangers were out there. If any demon, angel or monster found out there was a little Winchester- who knew what kind of horror would be after the last piece of Dean you had.

Once you had finished giving your baby girl her bath and gotten her dress on, you noticed some lights flickering in the room. That was instantly a red flag in your mind. Of course you knew all the ins and outs of hunting and keeping your home safe because of your experience with the Winchesters. And there were some occasions when it really was just a blown fuse and there was no sulfur left behind. But you were always cautious, and understandably so.

You held the baby close as you went to your room and you watched as the lights started to flicker again. You took the can of salt on your dresser and used your free hand to open it up and you put it on your windowsills, beneath the door, anywhere to prevent demons from coming in. And even if they did, you had a rug in front of your bedroom door that had a devil's trap beneath it so it wouldn't get to you or your daughter.

Suddenly, you hear your apartment door bust open and you start hearing all kinds of commotion like a fight was happening only for a demonic cry to be heard. You covered Y/C/N's ears and held onto her and you wondered what the hell was happening out there. Soon, though, you started hearing voices.

"I think that's all of them. Let's get back so I can be ready for work at the station by Monday." Was that Jodi? What are was she doing all the way out here.

"We have to see if she's here though. Who knows what can be out there looking for her." That sounded like Castiel. When did he come back? How did he come back!? Your mind was swirling with so many questions.

You slowly got out of the bed and walked over to the door. When you opened it you saw Cass and Jodi look towards your direction and you watched Jodi's eyes light up and a smile showed on her face.

"Y/N! You're safe! It's so good to see you." She said as she walked over and that was when she saw your little bundle of joy in your arms, "And who's this precious thing?"

"Jodi, Cass! It's really good to see you guys! This is Y/C/N. She's mu daughter." You introduced.

"Daughter? When did that happen? Do you have a boyfriend here?" Jodi began to ask and you shook your head at the last question.

"No boyfriend, and I found out about a year ago, and Half Pint here is three months. I've just been here trying to lay low so nothing finds us." You explained and you could feel the angel's gaze. When you glanced over, you knew he could tell what happened. And who knew what Dean told him when he came back. If he even went to Dean that is.

"Does Dean know?" It was an inevitable, and reasonable, question that you knew was bound to come up from Castiel. He knew of your feelings for the older brother, and he knew there seemed to be something unspoken between you two for a while before he went to Purgatory. Other than that, you didn't know if Dean filled him in on anything else.

"I didn't get the chance to tell him. I left after a fight we had. Something about how he shouldn't have let me tag along on the first hunt." You felt a soft hand on your shoulder and knew that it was Jodi.

"Why don't you both come and stay with me? It'll be a lot safer that way and at least you won't be on your own. Plus you wouldn't have to worry so much about monsters coming in without backup." The sheriff said and motioned to the salt on the windowsills.

You thought about it for a few moments and looked down at your daughter who was rubbing her eyes like she was tired. You had to think of what was best for her. You knew she didn't need a mom who was stretched thin with work then having to worry about hunting. It would be great to have the help. No one said that being a single mom was easy.

"Yeah, that would be great, Jodi. I appreciate it." You nodded

So much had been going on since you've left and it was like Sam and Dean couldn't get a rest. After Kevin took a Word of God from Crowley and have him translate the tablets to Sam having to complete certain trials that Dean knew he shouldn't be doing anyway. And that was the current thing on the Winchesters' agenda.

Too much has been going on and Dean was already getting so tired of all of it. There seemed to be no end to it but he knew he had to stay determined through all of it at least for his brother's sake. He's pretty much left behind the idea of retiring from this gig. He tried that once and of course the Apple Pie life fell through for him.

What sucks about it is that Dean didn't have you in his back corner anymore. You weren't there to be his 'new eyes' on a situation or bring some kind of positive to a situation. You weren't there to have little drinking competitions with him, remark on crappy television with him, you weren't there to take his mind off this job he was raised in.

And pushing you away was another item on his never-ending list of regret.

But of course, with all of the things he had on his plate and having to save the world yet again, he couldn't exactly showed just how much he had been thinking about you even if you've never left Dean's mind. And Sam knew it too.

Dean was sitting at one of the tables in the Bunker since that's where he and Sam have been living. He knew if you were here you'd probably make it a little more home-y. Lately he had been focusing on the trials that Sam had to face. He passed the first one but he knew this was going to take a toll on Sam. If he could trade places than he would, but Sam could be just as stubborn as Dean sometimes.

Dean looked over at the bottle of whisky before he picked it up and poured himself another glass before he opened up his laptop to do some research outside of these books. The first trial that Sam completes was bathe in hell hound blood. The next one was saving a soul from Hell. The final was to cure a demon and that would be a whole other ball game when the time came up. One thing at a time. He wasn't sure how his brother was supposed to do the next trial but he knew that Cass said Sam's health would decrease almost at a subatomic level.

While Dean was deep in his thoughts of this trial business, his phone started to ring unexpectedly.

Dean glanced over at his phone and saw Jodi's name and picture show up on his screen. An odd surprise since it's been a while since he had heard from her but he picked up the phone wondering if something was wrong and she needed some kind of help.

"Jodi? What's up?" He asked and took a sip of his whisky before setting the glass down on the table.

"Dean? It's Y/N... we need to talk."

Thank you all for reading!

This is my 1st mini series for Dean Winchester so thank you for taking am interest in reading this! If you liked this little story please feel free to comment or like it! Especially if you’d like to see a second part to this story to see if the reader will tell Dean about their daughter in the midst of what’s going on. 🖤

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 1 year

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What if Crowley(spn) had a kid and the Winchester’s almost kill them? What would/how Crowley do/react and what would the Winchester’s do?🤔

That’s My Goddamn Daughter!

Team Free Will x cambion!reader

When Castiel locates another cambion, potentially with the power to kill a knight of hell, he and the Winchesters go after her but then Crowley shows up claiming she’s his daughter.

Warnings: MOC Dean, mentions of rape but really just misunderstandings, blood, concussions, I have no medical knowledge, swearing, reader gets knocked out a lot lol

WC: 2.2k

A/N: I kind of want to do a part 2 to this. What do you guys think?

Minors DNI

“I’m sorry what? Can you repeat that?” Castiel sighed, slightly exacerbated. He thought he explained the situation pretty well. Dean’s eyes were wide in both shock and disbelief and Sam just looked exhausted.

“Like I said before, there is another cambion in existence and she could be the answer to the Mark.” Dean swallowed the last of his now warm beer and glowered at the angel.

“And you didn’t think to tell us this before now?”

“Dean.” Sam started but the elder held up his hand to stop him. Cas sighed, mentally preparing himself for a classic Dean tirade that always seemed to come when he presented the brothers with a new lead.

“You’re hiding things from us, lying. How do we even know if this so-called cambion is the real deal? Why didn’t she show up before?” The angel’s eyes rolled, why did they have such trouble understanding?

“There was a spell concealing her from the angels’ view but for some reason, that spell is now gone. I assumed it was tied to someone in her family, possibly the parent that was a demon. But now, that demon is dead so the spell is gone.” Sam seemed to accept that answer but Dean was more skeptical.

“So what do we do if we do find this girl? Just ask her to come back with us for tea and cake? She most likely knows that daddy dearest was a demon and might want revenge and we are probably the ones that did it or we know them. So what then?”

Sam leaned against the war room table beside his brother. “Dean’s right. Remember that kid Jesse, he had a whole town under his thumb without even thinking about it and he was just a kid. What could an adult with an obviously powerful parent do?” Dean nodded along and Cas had the distinct urge to smite them both.

“We need to take that chance. She might be our best shot at killing Cain without the First Blade.” Dean huffed, still clearly miffed at being so blatantly brushed off by the angel.

“Alright fine but you can’t get mad at me when I say I told you so when this inevitably goes wrong.” He shrugged and Cas smirked slightly, happy to get his way.

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“Well that was easier than expected.” Dean sulked, sitting on the motel room bed pouting like a child. The woman had been easy to find, in fact it was too easy. She was a goddamn librarian in a small town where everyone knew her face.

No locks on her doors, no weapons in the house. She welcomed them in with open arms after Sam fed her their story of being lost and needing directions. She gave them pie and lemonade, answering every question they asked, including Dean’s flirtatious ask about a boyfriend.

Her head dipped and she avoided eye contact as she shyly replied that no, she didn’t have a boyfriend. Sam smacked Dean upside the head for that when she wasn’t looking. Cas, getting sick of the circling conversation mixed with too much human lust, had stepped forward and knocked her out with his grace.

He caught her soft body as she crumpled, ignoring the pointed looks the brothers sent him. “She would’ve come willingly.” Sam pointed out but Cas replied with a simple, “There isn’t enough time for you two to ‘convince’ her.”

Sam blushed and Dean just smirked, too proud of himself. They quickly smuggled her out to the car and started the long journey home. Now, they were taking a break for the night and Dean watched as the girl slept on, blissfully unaware of everything going on in the world.

“She really doesn’t seem demonic. She’s just-“

“Nice.” Dean finished his brother’s sentence for him, saying the word like it disgusted him. “Are you sure she’s the half-breed we want?” Again, Castiel was questioning why his destiny was intertwined with the Winchesters. Y/N shifted in her sleep, curling up on her side cutely, giving out a large sigh.

Cas stood at the foot of the bed, intensely watching the men who flanked her on both sides, like guards watching over their ward. “I can sense her power, it is far greater than any other cambion. Her blood has old magic in it, she is quite possibly descended from a natural witch.”

Sam froze, his entire body going stiff with surprise. “I’m sorry, so this girl is a product of a natural witch and a demon.” Cas shook his head, arms crossing over his chest.

“No, the magic is too deluded for the witch to be her mother or father, it is more likely that it is her grandparent.” Sam’s eyes flicked down to the girl, somehow already feeling incredibly protective of her. She was by far the kindest person he had met in a very long time, how could she have such evil in her blood? But he was wary, both because of her power and the fear of what could happen should she succumb to that power. He knew that feeling, that rush from demon blood, how addicting it could be.

Dean could feel the heat radiating from her body as she rolled closer to him. The mark was quiet around her, soothed like a feral cat getting love for the first time in its life. But how dark could she get, what was she capable of? And who in the hell was her demonic parent?

“We should keep moving. If we found her so quick, there’s no telling who else would be coming after her.” Cas nodded and fluttered away, presumably to ensure that no demons had followed them.

Dean moved away from her as quickly as he could, a curling in his gut making him feel like he should be repulsed by her but her presence also called to him. He fished a half-drunk bottle of whiskey from his duffle bag and settled himself in the chair in the far corner of the room. “Get some shut eye, I’ll take first watch.”

Sam pulled a ratty blanket over top of her, careful to not wake her and took a seat on the other bed. “Do you think this could work?” Silence settled over the brothers.

“It’s our only shot.” And with that, Sam settled back against the thin pillows, keen to get any rest he could to escape his swirling thoughts.

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A rattling woke Dean from his alcohol induced slumber. With a groan, he lifted his head from the back of the chair he had accidentally fallen asleep on. His neck screamed in pain but that was nothing compared to the throbbing in his arm.

The mark burned and the rattling became louder. His green eyes fluttered open, only able to see vague shapes in the dark room. A shadow stood by the door, their hand on the knob, desperately trying to open it. “Please please please.” Her voice was filled with tears and a panic that made his heart lurch in his chest.

“Sweetheart.” The sound of his own voice made her work even faster at trying to open the door, but it was of no use. She screamed and Dean bolted forward. Moving faster than even he could comprehend, he grabbed her, wrapping a large palm over her mouth to keep her from making any more noise.

Her back hit the mattress with an exhale of air through her nose. Her eyes were wide with panic, her breathing quickening becoming erratic as his muscular body settled between her plump thighs, shoving her skirt up her legs. She tried to grab at Dean’s shoulders to shove him off but using his free hand he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.

Tears rolled down her temples, wetting the sheets below them. “I’m not going to hurt you. You need to trust me.” Her head shook furiously beneath his hold, on the edge of hysterics.

“Dean?” Sam muttered sleepily, sitting up in the bed. “What’s going on?” His hair stuck up in all different directions as he lazily looked around the room. His eyes landed on the situation in front of him and everyone froze.

Suddenly, the room exploded. With no hesitation, Sam launched himself at his older brother and tackled him to the floor. “What the hell were you doing!” Dean thrashed violently.

“She was trying to run! I had to stop her.”

Sam snarled. “Not by doing that.” Dean landed a good punch to his jaw, knocking Sam for a loop but his grip remained strong even as his head spun.

Seeing her chance, Y/N slipped from the bed as quietly as she could but her legs gave out as soon as she rocked forward onto her feet. She yelped, catching the boys’ attention and they watched her fall, almost in slow motion.

Her head slammed against the corner of the bed before slamming into the floor. Blood pooled under her forehead, her eyes went hazy before they shut. “Shit!” Sam scrambled off of his brother, fear coursing through his veins like a fire. He slid a hand under her head, cupping her face gently. “C’mon open those eyes for me.”

But she didn’t respond. Thick fingers fit against the dip of her throat, and he struggled to find her pulse. When he finally did, it was thready and weak but it was there. He breathed a sigh of relief. “She’s alive, probably a bad concussion though.”

“Son of a bitch!” Dean growled, sitting up against the bed frame. “Why does this shit always happen to us?” As gently as he could manage with shaking hands, Sam lifted Y/N into his arms, resting her face against his strong chest. He could now feel the way her own chest rose and fell with shallow breaths.

Sam laid her on his unmade bed, keeping her on her side in case she got sick. The wound, a small gash on her right temple, had slowed its bleeding. It wouldn’t require stitches, just a couple butterfly bandages. “I don’t know, Dean.” He sighed and got to work fixing her up.

Meanwhile, Dean was stewing, thinking. She could have used her powers to save him off, to escape but she didn’t. She was just a normal girl getting involved in something that she didn’t want to do. “What are we doing Sammy? That girl doesn’t have any powers, she’s just a kid.”

“Without the blade, we have no chance at getting rid of the Mark. She’s our best shot.” But there was no conviction in his tone. Sam was also doubting the integrity of this plan but he was desperate. Dean with the blade was far more dangerous than this girl could ever be, they needed her.

“How dare you touch my daughter!” The door burst violently, shattering under the force at which it was hit. Crowley stood, absolutely fuming in the entryway, eyes red with pure rage. Sam and Dean sprung into action, their guns drawn.

“What are you talking about Crowley?” Dean shifted so his body blocked the demon’s view of the girl on the bed. His shoulders were tense, the Mark telling him to protect her with everything he had. But apparently, Crowley wasn’t having any of it today.

With a wave of his hand, the boys went flying into the wall, their guns tossed away and ropes appearing from nothing to pin them down. “I told you I would find the blade and this is how you repay me! You kidnapped my daughter! Lust after her! And then you harm her!” His voice thundered through the room, shaking the foundations of the building with his fury. “You sniveling weasels! I kept her out of this life for a reason!”

The Winchesters struggled against his hold. Crowley loomed over the double bed, intensely staring at the woman. “She was never meant to know. I just wanted her to have a normal life.”

Dean’s nostrils flared with anger as the demon leaned forward and cupped her round cheek with one hand while the other brushed against the bandage on her forehead. “Don’t touch her.” The hunter snarled. His arm burned as the mark screamed at him to rip apart anyone that even so much as looked in her direction.

A vein in Sam’s neck ticked in time with his pulse while he pulled at his bonds. He could feel the loosening of the ropes around his wrist. An angel blade rested on the chair Dean had been occupying, if he could get even one arm free, he could grab it. “You are the ones that hurt her! Not me!” Crowley snapped but didn’t take his eyes off of her.

“Last warning.” But he disregarded the Winchesters and instead lifted Y/N from the bed, taking extra care not to hit her any more than she already was.

Her face easily tucked into the dark material of his suit shirt as he held her close. “Stay away from my daughter.” And with that, both him and the ropes disappeared, leaving only her sweater and the bitter smell of sulphur.

The boys collapsed to the ground. Dean wasted no time as he scrambled forward in a desperate attempt to reach the now gone pair.

“Son of a bitch!”

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Supernatual Masterlist

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Permission To Go Out - Dean, Sam, Jack, Reader (platonic)

‘Green Thumb’ Curse - Dean, Sam, Jack, Reader (platonic)

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Bitten - Dean, Sam, Castiel, Jack, Reader (all platonic)

Waiting - Dean, Sam, Castiel, Jack, Reader (all platonic)

Elf-On-The-Shelf Trouble - Dean, Sam, Jack, Castiel, Reader (platonic) (Holiday Special)

Calls, Cases and Slasher Week - Dean, Sam, Jack, Reader (platonic), Castiel x Reader (slight)

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Discipline Struggles - Reader, Dean, Mary (platonic), Jack Kline (mentioned)

Y/n Knows - Dean, Sam, Castiel, Reader (platonic)

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Heat Of A Lie - Dean, Sam, Reader (platonic)

Act Your Age - Dean, Sam, Reader (platonic)

Surprise - Dean, Sam, Reader (platonic)

The ‘Talk’ - Dean, Jack (platonic)

A Tense Conversation - Dean x Reader

Not Family - Dean x Reader

Trust Me - Castiel x Reader

Accidental Summons - Castiel x Reader

Can You Relax? - Castiel x Reader

Tipsy and Flirty - Castiel x Reader

Facing The Devil - Castiel x Reader

Bring Castiel Home - Castiel x Reader

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Bed Time

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Synopsis: you have a bet going with your friends to see who can stay up the longest, but Team Free Will isn’t having it

Note: over a liter = like 3-4 cans

36 hours.

That’s how long you’d been up, and you were prepared to double it if need be. You’d already beaten out half of your friend group, and you had a feeling the others would crack soon enough.

One of your friends—you were so delirious now that you couldn’t remember which one—had made the brilliant suggestion that all of your friends should try to see who could stay up the longest.

You were used to getting minimal amounts of sleep in your chaotic Winchester life, so you readily agreed.

But it wasn’t nearly as easy as you thought it would be.

The longer you stayed awake, the more you started to realize just how awful Sam must have felt when he had Lucifer keeping him from sleeping. And this was just you and your friends doing a stupid challenge; you couldn’t imagine how he must have felt.

Still, between the lack of sleep and horrible memories flooding back of your big brother in pain, this challenge was turning out to be awful. But still, you were stubborn; you wanted to win.

Fortunately for you, your brothers and your angel friend Castiel still hadn’t discovered what you were doing. You didn’t think they’d approve of this less-than-healthy bet.

It was getting harder to hide it from them as you found yourself chugging energy drinks to stay awake. You threw them away in your room so no one would see, but they weren’t idiots; you looked almost as tired as you felt.

“Are you feeling alright?”

Of course Sam would be the first one to call you out.

“I’m fine,” you said immediately.

“She has over a liter of Red Bull in her system,” Castiel spoke up. You glared at him.

“What?” Dean asked. “You cramming for a test or something, kid?”

“Even if you are,” Sam interrupted. “That isn’t good for you.”

“She hasn’t slept in thirty-seven hours and fourteen minutes,” Castiel added.

“Cas,” you groaned. “Seriously?”

“You what?” Dean demanded.

“That’s abnormal, is it not?” Castiel put in, confused.

“Yes, incredibly,” Sam huffed. “And unhealthy. Kid, what’s going on?”

“I’m not tired?” You suggested.

“Try again,” Dean said.

“Fine,” you sighed. “Me and my friends have a bet going to see who can stay up the longest.”

“Oh brother,” Dean huffed.

“Y/N, this isn’t healthy. You’ve gotta call it off.”

“But I’ve almost won!” You protested.

“Bed,” Dean demanded. “Go, now. Tell your friends the game is over.”

You groaned, and were just starting to turn around when your phone buzzed. You pulled it out, and a wide grin spread across your face.

“I won!” You cheered.

“Bed!” Dean ordered, snatching your phone from your hands. “Scoot!”

“I just have to tell my friends—“

“Sleep!” Sam added.

You slumped your shoulders and started for your room, calling over your shoulder.

“Can you text the group chat that I won?”

The boys response came in unison.

“Go to sleep!”

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First Time Kisses with Team Free Will

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader, Castiel x Reader

Summary: Three glimpses into the first time the reader (she/her) kisses each of the members of Team Free Will (separate).

Note: this was written by myself for myself; there are probably mistakes. My first language is English but I'm not American, so it may sound weird in places if you happen to be American reading it. If you do happen to come across this and spend time reading it, I hope you enjoy it somewhat!

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Dean

[Y/N] was sitting in her bed in the bunker, reading a book she'd picked up earlier in the week. Considering the fact that it was a fiction novel, it was probably the first non-lore book she'd read in months. It was quiet at the moment in relation to cases, and Team Free Will were taking advantage of resting up for the last week. She was pulled from her story when there was a knock on her door. "Come in?" She called. The door opened and Sam stepped in.

"Hey, Dean was wondering if you wanted to join us for a movie night in his 'Dean Cave'? He's already sent Cas out to get snacks".

[Y/N] set her book down beside her. "Yeah, sure, sounds good". She smiled at him.

"Cool, just come down to the room when you're ready. Take your time, Cas will probably be another 20 minutes at least". Sam turned to leave the room.

"Hey, Sam?"

"Yeah?" He turned back to see her nervously biting her lip.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course". He walked back into her room and closed the door behind him before sitting down on the edge of her bed.

[Y/N] fidgeted with the cover on her bed, not quite sure exactly what she wanted to ask him now that he was listening. He raised an eyebrow at her and smirked; he already knew what was on her mind.

"Did you want to ask me about Dean?" [Y/N]'s eyes shot to Sam when he asked this - had she been making her crush that obvious? Did Dean already know about it? Sam chuckled at her shocked expression. "Don't worry, he's as clueless about your crush on him as you are about his crush on you".

"He... he doesn't have a crush on me.. does he?"

"He does, I know for a fact that he does because he asked me about you earlier". [Y/N] felt her cheeks grow hotter. She had been living in the bunker for just a month, but she had known the boys and hunted with them for over a year now. Dean had flirted with her the first time they met, and she had flirted back, but it was more of a 'we're friends who flirt for fun' sort of thing. Ever since moving in however, [Y/N] had started to develop feelings for the hunter. He would wink at her, compliment everything about her, hold her waist when he was squeezing past her, lean over her to grab something, reach over her to pick something off a shelf. Any chance for him to be close to her, he was there to take it.

"You should tell him".

"What if it makes things awkward though? We're hunters, usually being involved with each other makes things harder, what if he just wants to stick to harmless flirting?" Sam was amused, [Y/N] was a hunter who he had personally seen kill vampires, werewolves, demons, and all sorts of other monsters. Seeing her get all shy about a crush and what Dean may think of her showed him a side to her that he didn't get to see often.

"I think our lives are already too short to worry about stuff like that. You'd be good together, you'd make each other happy". Sam smiled at her. "Come on, let's go see what he's decided to make us all watch this evening". He pulled her up from her bed and they made their way down to the Dean Cave, where Dean was already sitting on the couch.

"Hey! Cas should be back in a few minutes, you two ready?" Dean looked to [Y/N] and patted the space beside him while Sam took one of the armchairs. She smiled at Dean and sat down beside him.

"Poltergeist? Again?" Sam asked as he looked at the screen in front of them.

"It's a classic Sammy, part of our cultural heritage".

"I have the snacks you asked for". Cas had just walked into the room with a bag, [Y/N] could see a bag of popcorn sticking out the top. He placed the bag down on the table in front of them and took the other armchair in the room. Once they were all settled in, Dean started the movie. She would never admit it, but [Y/N] didn't like horror or thriller; she had enough of that in her personal life. She was trying to keep her eyes off the screen as much as possible without being caught; she didn't want to give the boys any reason to make fun of her, especially not for being scared of a movie when she hunts monsters for a living.

She reached towards the table to grab some popcorn, and Dean must have noticed the slight shake in her fingers because he raised an eyebrow at her. "You okay Sweetheart?" He whispered, the sudden, unexpected question causing her to jump slightly.

"Yeah I'm fine". Dean waited a few more minutes and observed her while she pretended she didn't know he was staring at her before turning the movie off. They all turned their heads toward Dean.

"Dude, why'd you turn it off?" Sam mumbled through a mouth full of popcorn.

Dean shrugged. "It's late, we can watch the rest another time".

"It's 11pm and if I'm not mistaken we're only half way through". Cas furrowed his eyebrows at Dean in confusion; 11pm was not late by Dean's standards. Dean just shrugged again. "In that case I will go and look for something to research". Sam also followed Cas out of the room, mentioning something about getting a workout in before bed. [Y/N] made a move to stand up but Dean grabbed her wrist, pulling her back down to the couch.

"Not you Sweetheart".

"What?"

"You don't seem upset by the early end of the movie". He raised his eyebrows at her questioningly.

"I guess I'm tired too".

"I never said I was tired".

"Why did you turn it off then?"

"You were scared, I could see you shaking [Y/N]. You can hunt demons and monsters, but can't watch a scary movie?" [Y/N] looked away in embarrassment. "Hey, I'm not making fun of you, I'm just surprised". He reached over and put his hand on her thigh, stroking it with his thumb. Now she felt nervous for a different reason.

"It feels pretty stupid".

"I'm terrified of flying". [Y/N] was amused at his confession, he had literally died, many, many times, and he was scared of flying? Dean saw her lip turn up into a smile and he elbowed her gently. "Don't laugh at me, I'm opening up to you here!"

"Sorry". She giggled at him. "It's hard to imagine you being scared of anything".

"Well I'm scared of lots of things. Losing you, or Sammy, or Cas, messing up a hunt, making a move on you".

"What?" [Y/N] wasn't quite sure she heard the last part properly.

"I guess I'm scared of being rejected by you".

"You... want me?"

"Yes".

"Did Sam say something to you?"

"He may have". Dean smiled at her. "Is that a valid thing to be scared of?" [Y/N] shook her head.

"I wouldn't reject you Dean". He shifted closer to her so their legs were touching, and he slid his hand on her leg closer to the inside of her thigh, causing her breath to hitch. His other hand came up to hold the back of her head, and he gently pulled her closer until their lips were touching. Both of them closed their eyes and relaxed into the kiss. [Y/N] brought her hand up to rest on his upper arm, feeling the muscles under his flannel, while the other lay on his hand on her thigh. Dean leaned forward, pushing [Y/N] to lay back on the couch and he crawled on top of her. Her hands wrapped around his neck, and they opened their mouths to each other to let their tongues in. Dean used one hand to keep himself propped up so he didn't have all of his weight on her, and his other hand snaked under her shirt to grab her waist. After several more minutes of touching and kissing, Dean pulled back and looked down at her in admiration. "Wanna take this to my room?" He asked her. She nodded, and he leaned down to press one more kiss to her lips before pulling her up and leading the way to his bedroom.

Sam

"Hey, Dean called, him and Cas need backup". Sam poked his head into [Y/N]'s room at the bunker.

"Are they okay?" She closed the book on vampires that she had been reading and quickly stood up from where she had been lounging on her bed.

"Yeah, yeah they're fine, remember they thought it was just a couple of vamps? Well it's more like a nest of 11 or 12. It's a two hour drive, they want us to help take them out. You in?"

"Of course! Meet in the garage in five minutes?" [Y/N] began to look around her room for some more hunting-appropriate clothes instead of the pyjamas she'd been wearing all day, when she noticed that Sam was still standing in the doorway. "Did you want something else?" She turned to look at him. He blinked and shook his head, only just realising that he'd been staring at her. He had been staring at her a lot recently, enough that Dean, and even Cas, had remarked on it. He stole glances at her whenever he could, he glared at men who seemed interested in her when they were out at bars, he daydreamed about her when she wasn't around. Sam and [Y/N] had known each other for years, and she had been living in the bunker with them for two years now so they were definitely close. He had always found her attractive, but recently he started to notice how good she was at research, quickly coming up with plans while on hunts, and how compassionate she was with victims of monster attacks. He had started to think of her as more than just a friend, but he had no idea what she thought of him, or if she even thought he was good-looking.

"Uh, no, sorry, yeah I'll meet you then". He turned awkward and stumbled out of the room, leaving [Y/N] slightly confused at his behaviour, but she shrugged it off and started to change her clothes. One she was done, she made her way out to the garage to find Sam already waiting in one of the bunker's cars.

The drive was spent quizzing each other on vampires to brush up on the lore, it had been awhile since their last vampire hunt. [Y/N] brought the book she had been reading, and Sam asked her to read a few paragraphs from it; he liked listening to her voice. After a couple of hours they turned a corner to an old abandoned factory, and saw the Impala sitting outside, Dean and Cas already standing outside to greet them.

"So myself and Cas will cause a distraction, draw them all out to the front of the factory, and Sam and [Y/N] go around the back and attack them from behind, make sure none are left behind". Dean looked between everyone. "Everyone clear?" They all nodded at him. [Y/N] and Sam made their way around the side of the factory and around to the back. [Y/N] took a quick look in through a dirty window and saw two vampires sitting at a table.

"There's two here, the rest must be farther to the front". She whispered to Sam and he nodded. They waiting for a couple of minutes, and then they heard a crash. [Y/N] looked back in to the window and saw the two vampires hurrying out of the room towards the front of the building where the crash had come from. "Okay, come on let's go!" She turned to Sam as he shouldered the old wooden door and it easily gave way under his weight, granting the two of them access. They both had machetes in their hands, guns stuffed into their waistbands in case they needed them. Sam took the lead, walking through the back room and out into a corridor.

[Y/N] was admiring Sam's muscular back when she tripped over a brick that was lying on the dark floor, falling down onto her hands and knees. "[Y/N] are you okay?" She looked up to see Sam's panicked expression, he hadn't heard her fall and had been quite far ahead of her when he realised she wasn't behind him. He reached out a hand to her when she nodded and she took it. He pulled her up and she tripped slightly, falling towards his chest. He caught her, and put his hands firmly on her shoulders. He crouched down slightly to look at her face properly.

"I'm fine Sam, I just tripped".

"Stay behind me okay? I think they're just through that next door". [Y/N] would usually be annoyed if Dean was being overprotective; she would see it as him not trusting her hunting skills, or him treating her like a little sister. It was different when Sam did it. When Sam told her to stay behind him, she knew that he admired her as a hunter, but cared about her too much to let her go first. She couldn't help but smile behind his back.

They quickly made their way to the front of the factory where they found Dean and Cas fighting against several vampires, two already dead on the ground. Sam and [Y/N] ran at the vampires that were currently focusing on Dean and Cas, catching them off guard from behind. The four of them fought together, until they were down to one vampire each. [Y/N] managed to kill hers, and she looked to the boys to see who needed help, when Cas killed his an immediately ran to Dean to help. [Y/N] turned her attention to Sam but was stopped in her tracks when she saw that the vampire had managed to grab Sam's machete and plunge it into his stomach. [Y/N]'s mouth went dry and all she could feel was rage as she charged towards the vampire, cutting its head off from behind. She dropped her machete and fell to her knees to catch Sam who was already on his knees, and swaying, grabbing the wound in his side.

"Hey, Sam, you're okay". His eyes were trying to focus on her but his eyelids were closing. Keeping her hands on his shoulders, she turned her head to look for the others. "CAS". She called. "CAS GET OVER HERE NOW". Both Cas and Dean were wiping the blood off their faces from the vampire they just took down when they whipped their heads towards [Y/N]'s shout. Cas raced to them and placed his fingers on Sam's forehead. There was a white glow, and then Sam completely slumped unconscious into [Y/N]'s arms. She struggled under his weight, but Dean quickly lifted him off her. "I-is he okay?" [Y/N]'s voice was shaking as she stood up.

"Yes, he just needs to rest, but he's okay". Cas moved to help Dean lift Sam, and together they carried him out to the Impala, [Y/N] trailing slowly behind. Sam had woken up slightly by the time they got to the car, and was able to walk with just Dean holding on to his side. Cas opened the back door and was about to sit in his usual spot when it was the four of them, but Dean quickly spoke up.

"Cas, why don't you take shotgun this time? [Y/N] can sit in the back and keep an eye on Sam". He helped Sam slide in through the open door and turned to [Y/N]. "You okay Sweetheart?" He put his hand on her shoulder and looked at her with a concerned expression. She just nodded. "He's okay, you saved him. Thank you". She didn't respond, she just looked at Sam. "I think maybe tonight would be a good time to tell him how you feel". Her eyes snapped to Dean's as he said this and she blinked at him, he smiled softly at her. "Our lives are short, I know you care about Sammy just as much as I do, and I think you'd be a good match. I also happen to know that he most definitely has a crush on you". He winked at her before leaving to open the driver's door, while she stood there blushing thinking about Sam having a crush on her. With a deep breath, she opened the back door to the Impala and slid in next to Sam on his left. He was sitting up and awake, but looked tired. She argued with herself in her head for a couple of minutes, and then made the decision to reach over and grab his hand. He smiled at her, and she was almost certain that she saw a blush on his cheeks too. He turned her hand so that it was palm down on his thigh, and he placed his right hand on top of hers, stroking it with his thumb. His left arm came up and he nodded his head, gesturing for her to move closer. Before her confidence ran out, she shifted closer to him and leaned her head on his shoulder, his around dropping around her. Dean smiled at them in the rear view mirror.

Sam and [Y/N] stayed like that the entire ride back to the bunker, and Sam was now awake enough to make it down the stairs himself. Dean excused himself, and hinted at Cas to do the same, leaving [Y/N] and Sam alone. "You saved me today". He smiled down at her.

"You've saved me plenty of times". She noted. "I was so scared when I saw that vamp hurt you Sam". He stepped closer to her and reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear.

"I know the feeling. But I'm here, I'm okay, I'm with you". He didn't take his hand back, instead moving it to cup her cheek. "I heard Dean tell you that I have a crush on you". She looked up at him. "He was telling the truth, I do".

"Kiss me then". He smiled at her demand and leaned down, pressing his lips to hers. Her hands immediately shot up into his hair, pulling him closer to her, and he walked her backwards until her back hit the map table. He finally took his hand away from her face, and without breaking the kiss, reached down to her thighs and lifted her up so she was now sitting on the table. She bit his lip, testing the waters, and he opened up, letting her in. His hands moved up her thighs and past her hips, both of them sliding under her shirt and grabbing her waist. Her hands moved down to the buttons on his flannel and she began undoing them, eager to see more of him. Once all of the buttons were undone, Sam shrugged the flannel off and [Y/N] moved her attention to the hem of his t-shirt. Finally, Sam pulled back and smiled at her.

"I think we should take this to my room".

Castiel

Sam, Dean, Cas, and [Y/N] were all in the Impala on their way home from a successful hunt. As usual, Dean was driving, Sam was shotgun, and [Y/N] and Cas were in the back. "I say we hit the bar". Dean had been in a good mood all day, having killed both a shifter and a djinn who were working together and abducting people from a town not far from the bunker. They were able to complete the case without any fatalities, freeing everyone who had been taken, and leaving all members of Team Free Will in a very good mood.

"I'm down". Sam nodded at him.

"Can you drop me back at the bunker first Dean? I'm kinda looking forward to just getting home and relaxing".

Dean raised an eyebrow at her in the rear view mirror. "You don't want to celebrate?"

"I do, just from the comfort of the bunker".

"Well you can't celebrate on your own". Sam turned around to look at her.

"No, you guys should go out, find celebration hookups, the works. I just wanna cosy up on the couch".

"You sure you don't want to find a celebration hookup of your own?" When Dean asked this, [Y/N] could see Cas stiffen out of the corner of her eye.

"I don't feel like going to a bar either, I can keep you company". Cas offered up. She turned to him and smiled before nodding, an action that made Cas relax back into the back bench.

"Fuck it, there's beer back in the bunker. We can have a quiet celebration just the four of us tonight, then when you kids are feeling more awake we can all go out tomorrow night".

"I'm millions of years older than you Dean". [Y/N] giggled and Cas smiled at her, he didn't always know how he made her laugh, but he knew he liked it when he did.

Dean pulled into the bunker's garage and the four of them pulled their bags out with them. "Alright, meet in the Dean Cave in ten minutes, I have a few celebration ideas" Dean wiggled his eyebrows at the rest of them and headed off to his room to drop of his bag.

"Well that doesn't sound ominous". [Y/N] remarked and Sam shrugged. The three of them followed Dean's path to the corridor of bedrooms to drop off their stuff too. [Y/N] quickly changed into a pair of pyjamas, wanting to be comfortable, before making her way to Dean's favourite room in the bunker. She found him sitting in one of the armchairs and Cas sitting on the couch, Sam was just behind her. Cas smiled welcomingly at her so she took a seat beside him on the couch while Sam took the other armchair. She noticed the beer already open for each of them on the table.

"So, anyone up for a little drinking game?" Dean asked while rubbing his hands together, a sparkle in his eyes.

"I'm game" Sam said while reaching for one of the bottles.

"What game are we playing?" Cas asked.

"Never have I ever". Dean responded with a grin. [Y/N] felt a bit nervous, she wasn't the most experienced person in the room, with the world's most famous hunters and a literal angel sitting beside her, she felt like she was probably going to end up drinking the least while the rest of them got drunk. "You start us off kiddo". Dean nodded at [Y/N]. She thought about it for a few seconds, trying to think of something that she knew all three of them have done.

"Okay, never have I ever.... died". She said with a smirk. Sam rolled his eyes playfully and took a drink, and Dean nodded approvingly at her before reaching for his. Cas looked at both of them before picking up his beer, and he tilted his head.

"So if we have done the thing she says she hasn't, we take a drink?" He asked.

"Have we seriously never played this with you before?" Dean wiped his mouth as he put his beer down while Cas took a sip out of his. "You give it a shot next. Try think of something that you haven't done, that you think we've all done, or at least one of us, but try aim to get the most people drinking".

"Okay". The angel sat there with a look of concentration on his face. "Never have I ever gone to a movie theatre". Sam, Dean, and [Y/N] all took a drink.

"You should go to one some time, they're good". [Y/N] smiled.

"Alright, never have I ever... been to a beach". This time only [Y/N] and Cas took a drink. She looked between the two brothers and raised an eyebrow.

"You've hunted all over the country and never been a beach?" Sam shrugged and Dean shook his head. "We should all go to one next time we have a break!"

"Sounds like a plan Sweetheart, Sammy you're up".

"Never have I ever worn women's underwear". He smirked at Dean while he said this and Dean widened his eyes.

"How did you know about that? I've only ever spoken about that with myself".

"I may have bumped into a certain girl awhile back who shared the memory with me". Sam chuckled at Dean's annoyed expression. Dean and [Y/N] drank, and then Cas did too. They all looked at him questioningly.

"I've possessed female vessels in the past". [Y/N] giggled at the thought of both Dean and Cas in women's underwear before coming up with her next one.

"Never have I ever had a one night stand".

"Wait, you've never even had a celebration hookup?". Dean gawked at [Y/N].

"Nope. Drink up boys". All three of them drank, though she wasn't expecting Cas to. There must be so much about him that she didn't know yet; she hadn't spent as much time with him as she had with Sam and Dean. "Your go Cas". She nudged him with her elbow.

"Never have I ever... gone to prison". Sam and Dean both took a drink and [Y/N] looked between the two of them.

"Long story, we'll tell you another time. Never have I ever kissed a demon outside of a deal". Dean looked to Sam and Cas expectantly, and they both took a drink.

"I am learning a lot about you tonight Cas". She said, and he looked slightly embarrassed. Sam then cleared his throat.

"Never have I ever kissed an angel". Dean took a drink but was more interested in watching [Y/N]. She noticed this and looked to Sam, who was also watching her expectantly.

"What?" She asked, moving her eyes from one brother to the other.

"You've never kissed an angel?" Sam asked.

"When would I have kissed an angel?"

"You mean you two have never..." Dean waved his finger from [Y/N] to Cas and [Y/N] blushed at what he was implying. Dean smirked before turning to Cas. "Hey Cas, wanna give [Y/N] an opportunity to take a drink?"

"Dean!" [Y/N] gasped at him. Cas looked confused.

"What do you mean?" Cas sat up straight, he looked interested in what Dean meant by his suggestion.

"Dean is saying that if you want to kiss [Y/N], now is a good opportunity". Sam explained. He stood up and nodded towards the door at Dean. "Come on, they don't need an audience". Dean looked disappointed but stood up anyway and followed his brother out of the room, leaving [Y/N] and Cas sitting in silence.

"Would you like me to kiss you?" Cas turned towards [Y/N] and placed his beer down on the table. She swallowed nervously and put hers down too, then focused on picking at her fingers rather than look at Cas.

"I mean, if you wanted to kiss me, I would kiss you back... but you don't have to kiss me just because of a stupid game". She mumbled. Her heart started to beat a little bit faster when she felt Cas shift closer to her. His hand covered hers to stop her picking, and his other hand moved to her chin, turning her face to look at him. She saw his eyes flicker down to her lips, and he leaned forward to press his to them. She melted into the kiss, her body relaxing while her heart continued to speed up slightly. Feeling a little more confident than before, she took one of her hands out from under Cas' and moved it to the back of his head, slipping her fingers under the hair at the top of his neck. His tongue slid across her lower lip and she opened her mouth for him, intensifying their kiss. One of his hands held hers on her lap, and he kept the other on her face, using his thumb to stroke her cheek.

Eventually [Y/N] pulled back to take a breath and opened her eyes. Cas' eyes were still closed but he was smiling. She pulled her hand from his hair and ran it down the side of his face, he opened his eyes. "I think you're supposed to take a drink now". The angel said and she giggled. "Then can I kiss you again?" He asked with a smile.

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We're Not in CW Anymore - 4

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Reader x Dean Winchester

Warnings: language, violence

Chapter 4: Target: Expect More. Pay Less.

You woke up to the sound of the most annoying alarm you’ve heard in your life. You groaned. “Please turn it off,” you complained. You heard Dean flail his arm around until he hit the snooze button. “Thank god,” you said, snuggling into your pillow. Why was your pillow so hard? Maybe because it was Dean. You quickly realized what was happening – your head was on Dean’s chest, hand resting on his bicep. His arm was wrapped around your waist tightly. You were CUDDLING with this man. With a jolt, you sat up.

“What the fuck?!” you yelled.

“What the fuck me?! What the fuck YOU!” Dean yelled back. “You were on ME, sweetheart. I think that makes you the more guilty party.”

“Ugh!” was all you could respond. He had a point, as infuriating as it was.

Scrambling off the bed, you tripped over the ridiculously long sweatpants and almost faceplanted into the floor. Dean was making you very flustered, and that was pissing you off. You’re supposed to be keeping your guard up with this guy, not snuggling him. You walked over to his desk, grabbing the pile of your neatly folded clothes. “I need more clothes,” you stated. You weren’t too keen on wearing the same outfit over and over. A clean pair of panties would be nice.

“I’ll give you a card and you can go shopping. Just don’t go too crazy,” Dean said. You rolled your eyes. You were planning on hitting up a Target, not Nordstrom. You headed to the bathroom to get ready for the day, replaying everything in your head. It felt so strong and comforting to be in his arms. The feeling of his rock-hard chest gave you butterflies. You wanted to lie there with him all day and trace your fingertips over his tattoos. No, you thought, you still don’t know this guy. He could be a cold-blooded killer.

You walked back into Dean’s room to find him putting on his boots. You took a moment to admire his tattoo sleeve – you recognized a few references to classic rock band album covers. You wondered if that was the only place he had tattoos.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” Dean teased. You had no idea how long you’ve been staring.

“Just curious about your tattoos,” you answered honestly. You couldn’t think of a snarky response.

“What, TV Dean wasn’t tatted up?” he asked. You shook your head.

“Just that anti-possession symbol on his chest,” you answered. He chuckled and pulled his t-shirt down enough for you to see the same tattoo in the same place. “Like this?”

“Yeah, that’s the one.” You rolled your eyes. Why did he have to be this charming?

“Alright,” he said, clapping his hands together, “Sammy’s got a case, and you need to go shopping. Let’s get to it.”

Dean dropped you off at Target while he and Sam went on a supply run. You bought all the essentials – some leggings, a few tops, underwear, socks, a duffle, and you had to splurge on a little eyeliner. It’s not for Dean, it’s for me, you told yourself. You checked out and called Sam, letting him know you were done and ready to be picked up. To your relief, he told you they’re already on their way. You sat on a bench outside with your bags, flipping through social media on your phone. You weren’t following anyone, but you could at least watch the reels. You were entranced with the videos of the bottles going down the stairs, so much so that you barely noticed a figure standing in front of you. Looking up, you saw a tall man with a snapback and a crooked smile. “Hey there baby. Waitin’ on someone? Mind if I join you?”

Great. You literally had nowhere to go, so you’d be stuck with this douche-canoe. You could tell him to fuck off, but the people pleaser in you was scared of how he’d react. You’re not scared to sass Dean, you told yourself. Maybe you were more comfortable around him than you thought. Disrupting your thoughts, the guy sat next to you on the bench, leaning back and placing an arm around your shoulders. Screw this so hard.

“Please don’t touch me,” you said, voice shaking. Way to be assertive.

“Baby I think you’d better come home with me. You can show me all those pretty clothes you bought. I wouldn’t mind watching you undress.” You cringed, not seeing a way out of this situation.

Like a knight in shining armor, you watched as the Impala drove up to the front of the store. Bolting up and grabbing your bags, you hurriedly mumbled, “Sorry, there’s my ride.” Except he grabbed your wrist and yanked you back to face him.

“I think you’re just trying to blow me off, which I really don’t appreciate. Where are your manners?” he seethed. This dude was seriously nuts if he thought you were coming home with him. Before you could say anything, you heard a car door slam.

“Hey dipshit, get your hands off of her before I rearrange your fucking face!” Dean was PISSED. He was coming right at him, fists clenched, the look in his eyes absolutely terrifying. Yeah, Dean was a scary motherfucker. But it kind of turned you on how protective he was being.

“Woah hey man, we’re cool. We were just talking, weren’t we?” the man turned toward you as if you’d back him up. You, however, had your eyes fixed on Dean’s.

“Let’s go,” you said quietly. Dean wasted no time in putting his arm around your shoulders and walking you to the car, but not before sending a swift punch to the man’s gut. You didn’t look back but could hear him groaning and yelling profanities. Dean opened the door for you, grabbing your bags to throw them in the trunk. Flipping off the man as a final “fuck you,” Dean sped out of the parking lot.

“You good?” Sam asked. You nodded, knowing your voice would quiver too much if you tried to talk. Dean simply grunted, not wanting to open his mouth and scare you with his anger. The car ride was silent for about an hour. Dean kept checking on you, looking through the rearview mirror. He was worried. You looked out the window, desperately trying to calm yourself down. The entire situation had you shaking. The fear you felt with that man, then Dean’s booming voice, it was a lot to process. You immediately felt safe when you saw Dean pull up in the Impala. You instinctually knew he’d protect you, and that thought bounced around your head for a while. Maybe this whole soulmate thing was real.

Chapter 5

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Scarves

You crochet scarves for the members of TFW, how do they react?

This is written more so as headcannons. All the characters are separate.

Day 3. Scarves.

Dean Winchester.

You crocheted a scarf that references Baby, the colors are mostly black and white and there's a mini impala on each end of the scarf.

Dean absolutely adores it, when he first receives it he's stunned for a little while. But he does immediately put it on.

He starts bragging to anyone who will listen. Which means Sam and Castiel get an earfull. All they hear for at least 24 hours is how amazing you are.

Doesn't care if the edges are a little wonky, or if the stitches are a little uneaven. He is positively smitten with what you've made. Although he does do a good job at pretending he isn't over the moon because of such a simple gift.

Even when the cold season is over he tries to get away with wearing it, until you tell him he's likely to get a heat stroke then he begrudgingly puts it away, but he does keep it near him on the off chance he finds a colder area.

Starts using it as a comfort item, whenever you or he is in a stressful situation he keeps the scarf as near to him as he can as a reminder. You don't even think he realizes that he's doing it.

Sometimes since he frequently goes out to eat fast food stains might get on the scarf, he does his best to clean it though. He even asks Sam for cleaning tips.

If anyone dares to try and insult or be rude about your creation he's throwing hands. No hesitation. He won't kill them but no one gets away with insulting a gift from you.

He might use the scarf sometimes to pull you closer to him, he's not much of a fan of pda but when he gets a chance and feels comfortable he'll lasso you closer and give you a kiss.

All in all he's more of a show not tell kinda guy, he may not verbally say it much, but he does show how much he loves your gift.

Sam Winchester.

You make a scarf that is marked to the brim with wards against everything supernatural that you know.

Sam immediatly adores it, although if something is wrong with the wards he will point it out to you, just for future reference.

On more than one occasion that scarf has pulled him out of a bad situation. You are more than happy to remind him of this if he ever tries to nitpick the stitches.

Despite the small flaws he wears your gift with pride. And if you ever need advice on anything crochet he is happy to assist, he'll learn a whole knew stitch just to try and help you.

Offers to make you a scarf as well if you want to go out matching together, the scarf he makes for you is... functional. But the lines are just a touch wonky. Not that you mind.

Togther you both make a pattern for others to follow in case they ever need an all in one ward. And every so often you might meet a fellow hunter who has a similar scarf to you two.

On occasion a creature (mostly demons) might try to insult your gift. They are quickly delt with. Sometimes with the demon trap on the scarf.

If the scarf ever tears or gets dirty Sam will find a way to repair it. And if he can't then he goes to you and asks of you can make him a new one. You obviously do and he is very careful with the second one. (Although he never throws away the first scarf.)

The scarf is typically never very far away from Sam at any point in time, especially in the colder months. But in summer Sam will pack it away, only to immediatly bring it back at the first sign of a chill.

Overall he may be a little picky over your work but you will know he adores it whole heartedly.

Castiel.

You make Castiel a scarf that has a winged cat on it. For no other reason than cats are cute, and wings are pretty.

Cas is initially confused. As an angel he doesn't really need to worry about getting cold so making him a scarf isn't required.

However he does appreciate the gift and understands it as a mark of your affection. So he wears it with pride. Even in the summer. You'll have to argue with him if you want him to take it off when warm days hit.

Even if your stitches are lopsided or really tight on one side and fairly loose on the other, Cas won't notice. All he sees is your love, tightly bundled into one woven object.

If the scarf ever gets damaged or dirtied, he'll use his grace to return it to a normal state. Under no circumstance shall he ever allow it to be destroyed.

Sometimes if you're cold he'll wrap the scarf around both your necks, (being careful to not accidentially strangle you in the process.) as you can imagine this does look a little funny but it does make you laugh, so it's a win in Castiel's book.

While he might not understand everything about human traditions he does try to make you a gift in exchange. A tiny replica of the cat with wings that's on his scarf. It's a little wonky but it's adorable and you treasure it fully.

Cas "accidentially" brags a lot to Dean about the gift. Talking about the craftmanship, the love, and the warm fuzzy feeling it gives him to wear.

If anyone tries to take the scarf away they immediatly get reprimanded. No one gets to take what you made for him.

Overall Cas loves your work, and he only sings the highest of praise for it.

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