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hannibals-favourite-meal · 9 months

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Hii, since you asked for some Sam requests, I throught about this.

What about something where reader (female if possible) is a werewolf and it's like full moon, and she's super insecure because she doesn't want to hurt him but he stays with her during the transformation? And it's just super fluffy before and after? Also, It would be great if It was season 1 Sam :3

Thank you in advance, don't worry if you can't or don't want to do this request^^

Have a good day/night <3

.⋆｡Beneath The Moonlight｡⋆.

Sam Winchester x werewolf!plus size reader

You have a deadly secret that you’ve been keeping for almost 12 years but when Sam Winchester blows back into your life, he proves to you that it’s ok to need someone else to help with the burden

Warnings: angst, self-loathing, fear, brief references to a werewolf’s diet, self-harm in the form of using silver against herself, fluff, almost confession, I made her a little more of a traditional werewolf cause I can, brief mention of dead parents, Dean really wants to be Sammy’s wingman

WC: 1.3k

Minors DNI

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Your eyes darted to the clock above the kitchen sink as you sliced off yet another piece of pie for the ravenous hunter in your living room. There was just about an hour left till sunset- only an hour until the full moon would breach the horizon and you would be swallowed up by the monster that lived in your chest.

Even now, you could feel her flexing her claws and pushing against the walls of your mind. She wanted out and she would do anything to be free.

You squeezed your eyes shut, forcing back the sting of tears as you took a deep breath and left the solitude of your small kitchen.

Sam and Dean, the sons of the man that saved you from a werewolf pack 12 years ago. John made it a habit to check in on you every once in a while but after he went missing, Dean decided that he should take on that responsibility. So as you were preparing to weather out another full moon chained up in the basement beneath your isolated farmhouse, the younger two Winchesters appeared on your doorstep, inviting themselves in.

You knew you had to get them out, no one knew your secret and if they found out, you were sure that a silver bullet to the heart was in your future.

“It’s gettin kinda late don’t you think?” You desperately tried to keep your voice level but the flash of hazel told you that you weren’t doing a very good job. You handed Dean his third slice of pie while vehemently ignoring Sam’s gaze.

He had always known how to read your body language, even when you were both 10. “I thought you liked having us here sweetheart.” Dean attempted to croon but instead spat pie chucks across your coffee table. You shot him a look and he sheepishly wiped it up with his shirt sleeve

“I’ve got jobs I have to do early tomorrow and if you haven’t noticed, I don’t exactly have the space to house two hunters.” Dean paused mid-bite and cleared his throat before a devious smirk grew over his lips.

“Well I guess not but you certainly have room for one.” Before you could comprehend what the older boy was implying, he had wolfed down the rest of his pie and sprung up from the couch with a speed you thought he could never possess, and ran out the front door while yelling behind him. “Have a good night!”

The roar of the Impala’s engine carried over the quiet fields surrounding your house before Sam was even halfway down the hall. Your hands trembled as he walked back into the room, an embarrassed smile on his face. “I’m sorry about him. I can call a taxi or just walk back to town if you really want me gone.”

You shook your head. “It’s fine Sam. Let me clean up and I’ll set up the bed for you.” Your throat was tight with anxiety as you felt the beast inside you grin. He’ll make a good snack, you could hear her say.

“I couldn’t take your bed.” He started but you waved him off with what you hoped was a comforting smile and not a grimace.

“You’re too tall to fit on the couch and I won’t accidentally wake you up in the morning if you’re in my room.” Sam’s footsteps followed you into the kitchen. “Go on, I’ll only be a couple minutes. There should be some extra soap in the hall closet if you want a shower.”

You chanced a look back at your friend and caught the briefest glimpse of a soft look on his face. “Thank you.” He silently turned and left, presumably to make use of your small shower, and you breathed a sigh of relief.

If he was in your bedroom, he wouldn’t hear your screams as you turned.

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Pain blazed through your veins like a drug, slowly ripping you apart only to stitch you back together and do it all over again. She hated that you had tied yourself up like a dog- a silver infused iron chain wrapped around your neck and bolted to the reinforced concrete floor, the muzzle that kept her from howling bound tightly to your face and the handcuffs around your wrist that prevented you from moving lest the pure silver burn through your skin.

You eased yourself back against the far wall of the basement and turned your head to look out the lone window in the room. It was small and protected by iron bars but it allowed the warm summer breeze to wash over you, granting you a brief reprieve from the agony you were in.

As the weak moonlight finally brushed over you, your senses sharpened. You could smell the leftovers in your fridge and the scent of soap, you could see the small bugs that flew past the window and the small particles of dust that floated through the dark air. You could hear footsteps-

The basement door creaked open and you whimpered, the sound too grating on your sensitive ears. “Leave!” You snarled, your voice deeper and more dangerous as the wolf slowly consumed your mind. The footsteps continued.

Sam appeared at the bottom of the stairs, dressed only in his jeans and a t-shirt. He smelt like you with a mixture of his natural musk that you could only detect when he hugged you. His eyes were downturned and shining with tears.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?” The laugh bubbled up from your chest before you could stop it. It was broken and sounded more like a hyena’s cackle than any sound a human could make.

“I only know hunters, what would happen if I told them I need to eat hearts to live?” Sam flinched but didn’t look scared, he almost looked… sheepish.

“Guess you’re right.” He stepped closer to you, his tall body now illuminated by the pale moonlight. “What I meant to say was, why didn’t you tell me?”

Silence washed over the both of you and your eyes dropped down. The shadows around you were steadily getting shorter, closing you into the far corner of the basement in a vain attempt to keep your wolf at bay.

“You left, like you were meant to. I’m meant to be alone.” You were struggling to speak as your mind slipped into a more primitive state. “Alone- can’t hurt anyone.”

Your ribs cracked and Sam stepped forward. Another wave of his scent washed over you making your chest rumble with a pleased sound. “I would’ve stayed, for you.”

Warmth bloomed across your face even as your back collided with the cool brick wall. “I would’ve taken care of you.” He slowly dropped to his knees only an arm’s length away from you, the moonlight following behind him.

Suddenly you were both ten years old again and grappling with the concept that the monsters in your nightmares were real. But yet again, there was the hazel-eyed son of a hunter telling you that everything was going to be ok and that even if no one else was, he would be there for you, no matter what.

A large, warm hand cupped your full cheek, his thumb brushing over your soft skin. “Sh-sh-should be scared.” You growled but nuzzled into his touch anyway, desperate for the first piece of physical affection you had felt since your parents died. He smiled and took the chance to place his other hand beneath where the collar rested across your neck.

“I could never be scared of you.” Your eyes sparkled with tears which he quickly wiped away as soon as they fell. “And you don’t need to be scared of hurting me or anyone else for that matter. I’ll protect you.”

The moon bathed both of you in a serene light for only a moment before your vision began to blur and your body trembled under the strain of your transformation. “I won’t leave you behind, never again.” But it sounded more like ‘I love you’.

And as you finally surrendered to the monster within you, Sam’s face was the last thing you saw and for the first time since you had been condemned to this life, you knew peace.

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secondhandroad · 2 months

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sam and dean have a compulsive need to have secrets up their sleeves at all times because what other explanation is there for why they are STILL doing that like thirteen seasons in. they just wanna feel like special little boys who know something you don't know. really this is the only explanation for why they haven't informed the general public about monsters yet.

#i think about them keeping the supernatural a secret every day #like godDAMN CALL THE FUCKING NEWS #video tape that shit. get a werewolf corpse. and call cnn.#can you imagine how many lives they could save if everyone knew to get cremated and put salt in the foundation of homes #but nooo they have to be the coolest specialist little boys of all time #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #and you know who else?#john winchester #samdean

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forgetminot · 1 year

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Hello, hope you are having a good day/night

I was wondering if I could request a Dean Winchester x Male hunter reader who looks like and has skills like a gunslinger, what if he saves Dean from a vamp or laviathin? Your choice, with what looks to be an old western revolver (it's not the Colt!)

I Don't Bite.

♡ Dean Winchester x !Male reader ♡

[ Warnings : Blood, guns, knives, violence, a corpse, a dead werewolf, awkward Dean and reader]

Author's Note : I decided to go with a werewolf instead of a vamp/leviathan so that the reader can shoot the gun, because vamps can only be beheaded similar to leviathan's... If that makes sense? I hope that's okay!

Summary: You find Sam and Dean during one of your hunts and save Dean from a werewolf's grasp.

The luminous glow from the moon gleamed down onto the dusky alley, lighting your way as you walked.

You saw the blood first, the walls and floor both drenched in crimson. You sigh, hand held on tightly to the grip of your revolver and carefully make your way around the mess in front of you, following the trail of blood smeared across the concrete.

You pause mid step, eyes falling to the corpse that lay on the ground and approach slowly, kneeling down beside the girl. Your eyes scan over her bruised and bloody body, stopping at her chest. "Her heart is missing." You whisper to yourself.

Turning, you quickly raise your weapon, aiming at the warehouse door that just slammed shut. You take a quick glance around the alley, before heading for said door. You press on the metal bar lightly, making your way into the building and closing the door quietly behind you.

You stand still for a moment, listening carefully. Hoping to hear any clues before you venture into the unknown. "Sammy!" You raise your eyebrow at the panicked voice and hurry through the building following the sound of the commotion. You raise your silver knife, slashing forwards and sending the creature stumbling away from its prey in pain. You draw your revolver, shooting two silver rounds straight into the werewolf's heart. The man stands, rushing over to his partner and helping him up from the ground. He checks him over, making sure he's not hurt. He doesn't expect you to be so swift at shooting the gun from his hand.

"What the hell?" He shouts, this time reaching for his knife.

"You had a gun aimed at me." You state. "I wouldn't reach for that." You hold your revolver up, aiming it straight at the man's hand. "Wouldn't want to accidentally hit you."

"Dean. Don't."

"He nearly shot me Sam!" Dean replies, moving his hand away from his knife.

"Because you aimed your gun at him!" Sam hissed, glaring daggers at Dean.

"I don't bite." You say, reverse spinning your revolver between your fingers and placing it back into its holster. "Not like that- tried to do to you." You motion towards the werewolf.

"You from the 1860s or something?" Dean questions, eyeing your revolver. You chuckle, shaking your head from left to right. "Some uh- nice skills you got there." He coughs awkwardly.

"Thank you. Dean." You turn your attention to the younger man. "Sam, was it?" He nods. "Are you guys... Partners, or something?"

"Oh, god no!" Dean splutters. "He's my damn brother."

"Thats... Not- what I meant." You smile, slightly embarrassed.

"We should get out of here." Sam says. "Before you two make this anymore awkward than it already is." You laugh, looking down at your boots.

"Lead the way."

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the-halloween-jack · 7 months

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PART THREE OF 'REVENANT' SERIES Damon Salvatore x Winchester!Sister!Hunter!Reader The Vampire Diaries x Supernatural Mini-Series Synopsis: Y/N Winchester was tired of living in her brothers' shadows; she needed to do something for herself for a change. When she heads to Mystic Falls, a town she was always warned to stay away from, she finds she may have taken on more than she can handle. Will she be able to eradicate the supernatural from the uncanny town? Or will she find herself tangled amongst it? WARNINGS: Descriptions of Violence. Words: 2,064k Blog Masterlist / Series Masterlist <Previous Part | Next Part >

Monsters consumed her entire world; Y/N thought of them every day and in every moment. She would watch people as she passed them on the street and wonder if they harboured any grim secrets; monsters were considerably more common than one would expect. However, there was a time when this was not the case. As a young girl, she never fully understood why her family moved from motel to motel, never finding a home to settle in.

She and her brothers would stay in the shabby rooms, watching cartoons as their father disappeared for hours, only to return covered in grime and blood. Eventually, Dean joined in on these late-night escapades and soon after, Sam. They held hushed conversations over old-looking journals Y/N was never allowed to see.

She had never known anything different; it came alongside her life of greasy diners and dingy mattresses.

However, she had always known that something was wrong. Even at a young age, she was bright enough to know that normal fathers did not teach their children how to wield knives and set traps. And they definitely did not pass their six-year-old children handguns. Her small hands and feeble arms barely able to hold on as it recoiled.

On the morning of her eleventh birthday, her father had taken her to an old friend, saying she needed a specific tattoo and that he would not ask questions. The young girl was shocked. Y/N knew this was not regular for kids her age; she supposed they were only for grownups. However, looking back, she recalled her brothers receiving them as well. Her father hushed and comforted her as she cried in his arms; the pain was like nothing she had ever experienced. When she drew back from his embrace, upon her upper left arm was now a star, enclosed by a circle of black, simple flames. Her father had told her that 'it was a small amount pain for a lifetime of protection from things that would hurt her'. She shuddered when she thought of what these 'things' might be.

However, by her next birthday, she no longer had to wonder. Y/N would never forget the day she learnt about the frightening past-times of her family. It was a turning point in her life, something she could never change, no matter how many times since that moment she wished she could.

The tires of the Impala had rolled noisily over the gravel of the dimly lit car park. The motel's neon sign flickered, casting an eerie glow across its sleek, black metal as John Winchester pulled out onto the barren street. Inside the room, the air was palpable. Y/N remembered every detail of the night perfectly. The smell of old books and gun oil mingled with the acrid tang of old manchester. She recalled how the walls seemed to sag under the weight of time, the air thick with the scent of dampness and decay. She was supposed to be alseep as her adolescent brothers, Sam and Dean, sat hunched over a precarious table, staring fixedly at a map.

Across the room, Y/N lied on her side, back turned and clutching the pillow with white-knuckled fingers. Her eyes were wide, staring unblinkingly at the peeling wallpaper of the motel, the thump of her pounding heart reaching her ears.

Y/N Winchester, the youngest of the three, had always had a lingering suspicion that her family was disparate from that of a regular household. Their late-night departures and whispered conversations had all hinted at something dark, something they deliberately withheld from her.

But as she listened to the low humming of their voices, her whole world had unravelled. Monsters, demons, and things ‘that went bump in the night’ were real. And her family hunted them.

Dean's voice broke, brueque and urgent, breaking her from her spiralling thoughts.

‘We've got a lead on a group of vampires, Sammy. Pack your bags. We’ll leave in the morning.’ Sam nodded, his gaze fixed on the map.

Y/N's breath hitched. Vampires? She had always believed they were creatures of folklore and myth, the subjects of peoples’ nightmares. But suddenly, the reality of this fact became true for her. Had she not seen her father carve out intricate stakes? And replace the bullets in his guns with wooden alternatives? She had been too young to give any of these details consideration. Though as Y/N lay in the bleak corner of the room, absorbing the information her brothers had unknowingly disclosed, she felt remarkably obtuse.

Y/N sat up and allowed her consciousness to become known to her brothers.

Her voice had shaken, fear entwined between each syllable. ‘Vampires?’

She had wanted to say more, but her words caught in her throat.

Both heads snapped up, surprise and shock corroding their features. Dean's eyes widened, and he exchanged a quick, concerned glance with Sam.

‘Y/N, you shouldn't be awake,’ Sam had said, his voice holding an edge of distress,

‘No, I need to know,’ Y/N insisted, her hands trembling. ‘What else don’t I know? Why do you do this?’

Dean sighed heavily, the weight of this fretful secret hardening his expression. The brother did not know how their father would react to their carelessness; she should not have found out like this.

‘Sit down, Y/N. We'll explain.’

As they spoke and described the monsters of this sphere in great detail, Y/N listened, perturbed yet enthralled. Her childish, insular world expanded with each revelation; the bleakness that her family fought against was far more vast than she had any right to envisage.

The creatures from her childhood nightmares were real; her father and brothers took it upon themselves to eradicate these fiends.

As days bled into nights, the Impala sped down highways and quiet country roads, carrying the Winchesters from one hunt to the next as it always had, only now, Y/N knew why. She observed and learned, engrossed in every piece of information they shared.

Her father had attempted to teach her how to wield a gun many years prior, though he eventually gave up, her negligent demeanour discouraging. But with the threat of monsters now a burden upon her shoulders, Y/N reconsidered her juvenile disinterest and learned to fire a gun. She allowed the recoil to sting her palms until callouses formed.

She memorised incantations, reciting them like a mantra to banish unwelcome spectres. Once a foreign language, the lore became familiar, etched into her memory like the back of her hand.

As weeks turned into months, which then rolled into years, Y/N’s alteration became undeniable; she was a hunter.

Her knowledge was vast; her determination and resolve were unyielding. Yet, she would always be the neonate of the Winchester clan, never a hunter in her own right.

This fact was the catalyst for her departure to Mystic Falls.

Y/N Winchester hardly believed that a single town could have such a vast history of misfortune; why did this small quaint community hold such an aptitude for catastrophe? Vampires, Witches and Werewolves were just a few of the creatures that Y/N was sure stalked the streets of Mystic Falls, and with all of the disasters claiming innocent lives, she was almost certain that the uncanny town had its fair share of ghosts as well.

Over the decades, Mystic Falls' history bore witness to many tribulations. Tragedies were not at all uncommon for the abnormal town. Yet its reputation as a charming, radiant community still proceeded it. Y/N had to admit that maybe the council was more successful than she gave it credit for, only not successful enough for her hunters’ disposition.

She found it most curious that the Lockwood family, from what she could discern, had seemingly been cursed with lycanthropy for generations, and despite this, still participated in the council’s hunting of vampires.

Y/N’s research led her to Civil Hall, which housed the incredibly grim and macabre Founder’s archives.

Beginning in the early 19th century, the Founding Families, including the Salvatores, Lockwoods, Gilberts, Forbes, and Fells, laid the foundation for the thriving community of Mystic Falls. Their historical influence reverberated through the town's architecture, traditions and the very spirit that defined it. Y/N found that each family brought a unique facet to the tapestry of Mystic Falls. They built homes, a school, and a place of worship. As the seasons passed, Mystic Falls flourished, its streets lined with elms, its gardens ablaze with vibrant blossoms and the town square; a bustling hub of commerce and camaraderie.

Amidst this idyllic setting, the Founding Families recognized the coexistence of the supernatural world alongside their own, understanding that the existence of these paranormal fiends could not be known by the greater population. So they established the Town Council, set on eradicating these monsters from their picturesque town. Under their leadership and protection, the Council became the linchpin of Mystic Falls' unique social fabric. And although they attempted to cover the town’s dark secret with reports of ordinary things, it was a delicate balance and one that required vigilance and discretion. However, the holes in their stories did not go unnoticed by the young Winchester.

She had found that in 1864 during the Civil War, Confederate Soldiers had fired on Fell’s Church, believing the establishment had been harbouring weapons. Twenty-Seven people were killed. However, this report did not sit well with Y/N; its contents held many hallmarks of the recent ‘animal killings’. To the young hunter, it sounded like a coverup.

Y/N travelled to the forsaken church nonetheless, bearing an EMF Meter and salt. She was unsurprised to find that the building held no signs of the odious spirits you would expect. Though, beneath its old withering structure, lay an abandoned tomb; Y/N shivered, wondering what had been inside it.

Y/N was sure to return to the archives in Civil Hall as there was too much to look at in one session. And upon her second trip, she uncovered something that left her feeling uneasy. In storage were artifacts from a heritage display recently held by the Founder’s Council; within said display was a registry listing the names of the guestlist for the original Founder’s event.

The document had read,

'The Founding Families of Mystic Falls, Virginia welcome you to the inaugural Founders Council Celebration on this, the twenty-fourth of September in the year Eighteen Hundred and Sixty Four.'

Her gloved fingers skimmed down the old parchment until she reached a name written in an even, ornate scrawl. She felt her heart beating in her throat,

'Damon Salvatore'

No, she thought, he couldn’t be…

She hollowly noted the name of his brother 'Stefan Salvatore' stetched onto the aged paper as well. Y/N, heart sinking, recalled her initial suspicion of Damon on the night they met; she had felt saddened by the idea of him being a monster. Though, she had quickly ridiculed these ideas as she learnt of his surname. Y/N dejectedly reminisced Caroline’s warnings, and suddenly, she heard them in a new light.

'Y/N, he’s bad news; how many times do I have to tell you before the message sinks in?'

Y/N had thought Caroline’s dislike for Damon was due to some trivial gossip. Though was it possible her admonitions hinted at something much more sinister?

She shook her head as if trying to banish unwelcome thoughts; once again, she concluded that she must be overreacting. He hailed from a Founding Family; they did not take matters of the supernatural lightly. And besides, she had heard him talk of the animal killings with the sheriff herself. He could not be a vampire.

Perhaps these people on the registry had been namesakes for the brothers? Surely, in a community that valued its heritage so much, it would not be unusual to be named for your late ancestors? And as a hunter, how could her instincts be so wrong? So out of touch?

Y/N Winchester had not yet fallen in love with the blue-eyed man, though with each conversation and interaction, Y/N knew falling in love would be as easy as the phrase proposed; as effortless as falling down.

No, she thought, this time more confident, he couldn’t be.

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italwayshadtobeyou · 1 year

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For Sam Winchester Week 2023: A Sam-centric episode

#samwinchesterweek #spn #spnedit #supernatural #supernaturaledit #sam winchester #dean winchester #madison the werewolf #gif warning #mine #season 2

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bloodtiesstilllives · 11 days

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So...

A pissed off and hungry Henry Fitzroy, a pissed off, wolfed out Peter Hale, and demon!Dean Winchester, with Absolutely NO shits to give, walk into a random biker bar together. The place is totally filled with scumbags.

What happens next?

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samsrosary · 1 year

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@soupwings boyking!sam AU for an art trade :D TY FOR DOING THIS WITH ME I LOVED DRAWING HIM SM...

#boyking!sam #my art #sam winchester #WAGH painting him was super satisfying especially the fur on the cape #supernatural #fanart #sam winchester art #boyking #au #spn #PLEAASEE go observe their werewolf sam art too its so SOSO YUMMY

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femsammy · 5 months

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oK but growing up with Sam John was always so scandalized to see Sam’s shirts ride up like a Victorian man seeing girl ankle for the first time, fanning himself and gulping down glasses of water while he sweat bullets because Jesus Christ, and even though Dean could walk home half naked after slutting it up the whole night it’s different for his girl-son/boy-daughter Sammy

sammy growing so fast and having all his hand me down shirts get too small for him looking more like crop tops on him ... john thinking how he looks like a girl from a particular angle .... that's the real reason sam started wearing flannels, john insisted he start wearing them to hide his tiny shirts that show too much skin. john can't handle being so distracted by seeing sams belly, he especially can't handle other people looking at his sons bare skin.

the flannels are loose and cover all his skin, it doesn't matter that sam complains about them so long as the men at the truck stops and motels they stay at stop eyeing him like easy prey. john ignores that he is also one of those old perverts eyeing his son

really though, john was just doing his duty as a father. the small shirts look indecent on sam. he can't let him walk outside looking like that. or even inside, not with john around. especially not with a drunk john.

#thats the real reason he kept sam behind on hunts. who's going to be focused on the werewolf when sam is there with a gun all sweaty in #his teeny tiny shirts #john wouldnt think it was so indecent if he thought of sam as a boy but he's his boydaughter so it bothers him immensely #samjohn #johnsam #dadfucker monday?#sam winchester #john winchester #ask #anon

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quietwingsinthesky · 7 months

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you should also think about jack being very very excited to go trick or treating for the first time and abusing the fact that he can shapeshift to come up to houses giving out candy as multiple ages. every time he does this, sam rolls his eyes but doesn’t stop him (<- secretly proud of jack for controlling his powers so well when he’s excited and filled with sugar) and lucifer pats him on the head and says he should go back for more (<- is going to steal some of it later)

#also some of the halloween decorations they walk past tend to come to life for a few minutes its fine #is it lucifer or jack doing that? sam can’t figure it out but its cute and funny so who cares #jack petting a giant inflatable werewolf like :3 !!! just like ramsey!!! but she’s fluffier!!!#jack kline #lucifer spn #sam winchester #jack is going to realize lucifer is stealing his candy later and wrestle him to the ground to get some back #lucifer’s so proud of him for managing it that he doesn’t even fight

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lotanxiety · 8 months

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The Girl Who Cried Wolf pt.1

Paring: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Your family is attacked by a werewolf, leaving no survivors but you. When Sam and Dean come to save the day, what happens to you. You’re alone in the world now. What’s going to happen to you? (soft Dean, no smut…yet)

Warnings: loss of family, violence

A/N: first ever story on tumblr and first one ever of the spn world! i apologize if its bad, but i hope you like it! pt 2 coming soon

things to look forward to: fluff & smut, more soft dean

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You were the girl with the broken home, but things got even more broken when a werewolf ravaged your home killing your entire family, but you. Dean and Sam found you underneath your parent’s bed after killing the werewolf.

“SAMMY” Dean yelled as he peered at you underneath your parent’s bed. He held out his hand to you but you stayed wide eyed and frozen, completely in shock. “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.” Dean said in a gentle tone right as Sam walked into the room. You finally accepted Dean’s hand and crawled out from underneath the bed. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.” Dean said looking at Sam and leading you hand in hand out of the room. As you made your way through the hall into the front room, you saw the aftermath of what had happened. Blood and claw marks littered the walls, but it wasn’t until you saw your family with their hearts ripped out on the floor of your childhood home, that the depth of the situation hit you. You released your hand from Dean’s as you covered your mouth in horror. “Oh my god” you say, the first words coming out of your mouth. Dean immediately wrapped his arm around your body pulling you into him so you wouldn’t have to see and led you outside towards the Impala. You started sobbing.

Once outside, you pushed away from the strange man, who seems to have saved you, but you needed answers. “What the hell happened?” You say with tears streaming down your face. “M..my family is dead.” Dean opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. His heart hurt for you, and hit close to home for him. Sam spoke up, “It was a werewolf. He attacked your family. But we killed him. I know that can’t bring your family back, but I hope it brings you peace to know the monster that did this is gone.” Sam looked at you with such compassion and understanding while your head was racing a million miles a minute. “Wait, you’re telling me a werewolf did that?!”

“What’s your name?” Dean asked.

“Y/N…Y/N L/N” the words came out so quietly that you weren’t sure if they had heard you.

“Well Y/N, I’m Dean and this is my brother, Sam. We are hunters. We kill monsters like that thing in there. Werewolves, vampires, you name it, it’s pretty much all real.” Dean said.

“Oh” you say.

“Oh?” Sam asked inquisitively, not expecting your reaction.

“I’m not really sure what to say here. My entire family is dead, I.. I have no one. And now you’re telling me monsters are real.” once you say that out loud you just start laughing. The brothers stare at you wide eyed and concerned.

Dean reaches out to touch your arm, “Y/N, I think you’re in shock. Let us take you back to our motel and we can try to help you make sense of everything.”

“Sorry… sorry” you say as you calm down from laughing. “I just..i just can’t believe this is my life. Do you know why I was even here tonight?” The boys shake their head at the rhetorical question. “I was trying to mend things with my family. When I left home to go to college, my mother was mad at me for leaving her. She made it my responsibility to look after my little siblings while she would run off to god knows where with my shitty stepdad for days…weeks at a time. I hated it here so I left and didn’t look back for years. I came back to apologize and try to get close with them again. And now they are dead.” you chuckle a little at the horrible reality that is your life but then go silent and stare off into space letting everything sink in. Dean and Sam share a look and a nod. Sam puts his hand on your shoulder with a look of pity as he leads you into the car. “Come on, you can take a shower back at motel and get some rest. Tonight has been…a lot.”

The drive was completely silent. The brothers understood your pain all too well. They knew they wanted to help you. They have saved a lot of people before, but something specifically about you really made an impact on them. Once the three of you arrived at the motel, they led you into their motel room.

“Here, you can wear this if you’d like” Dean says handing you an oversized t-shirt. That’s when you finally looked down at yourself. Your pants had been ripped, and you were covered with dirt and blood.

“Thank you” you said meekly, heading to the bathroom. Once the door shut behind you, you turned on the shower to as hot as it could go. You stared at yourself in the mirror for a second, deeply investigating your appearance. There was a cut on your cheek. The werewolf had knocked down the door to your house, attacking everything in its sights. It clawed your cheek, but you were able to run away into the bedroom before it got to you. You noticed the blood stains on your shirt, some was yours and some was not. You shuttered and stepped out of your clothes as quickly as possible. Stepping into the scorching water was a relief. But then every emotion you had been holding onto flooded the forefront of your brain and you just lost it. You slid down to the bottom of the tub and sobbed. Meanwhile in the room, Sam and Dean were talking.

“What are we going to do about her? I mean her family is dead, and she doesn’t have anywhere to go. We could bring her back to the bunker with us” Sam suggested. “And bring her into this life? Absolutely not, Sam. We will get her settled here, but then we leave. We can’t subject her to our lifestyle. She’s been through enough.” Dean said firmly. “I just…, we know what she’s feeling. She will never be the same again. I’m responsible for this. Had we followed the first lead, we could’ve prevented all of this from happening. I was the one who pushed to follow the other lead. Her family is dead because of me.” Sam said defeated as he put his head in his hands. Both of the brothers felt awful as they heard you sob from the shower. “Sammy, you know this isn’t your fault. We can’t bring her family back, but we can make this as right as possible by taking care of her and helping her to get settled, which is exactly what we will do.” Dean stated.

Finally, you make your way out of the shower and put on Dean’s shirt. Luckily, it fit like a dress so you didn’t have to worry about pants. In any other situation, you would feel uncomfortable dressing like this in front of basically strange men, but it was obvious they have been through shit too. You felt like you could trust them. Opening the bathroom door into the room, you found Sam sitting on the edge of a bed, and Dean in the chair. Silently Dean motioned a beer in your direction which you gladly accepted and went to sit on the edge of the other bed.

You broke the silence. “I haven’t said thank you. So um thank you for saving me.”

“You don’t need to thank us Y/N, it’s what we do.” Dean said. “I’m sure you have a lot of questions…”

“I don’t even know where to start,” you trailed off. “Um, the werewolf that attacked my family.. do you know why he went after us?”

“We have our theories” Dean says and you and him exchange a look. He continues, “We think your stepdad owed him money. Hank, the werewolf, was pissed off then wolfed out on him and your family.” You chuckled again, a common coping mechanism. “Yup, that would be the reason my stepdad got everyone killed. Except me of course. Unbelievable.”

“Listen, Y/N why don’t you get some rest and tomorrow we will figure out the next steps.” Sam suggested.

“Oh my god, my family.. their.. their bodies are still just in the house..what are.. how do i..” you stared spiraling again as hot tears ran down your cheeks. Dean leapt off his chair to kneel in front of you resting his hands on your knees. “We are going take care of that Y/N, don’t worry about that.” Dean says while his thumbs make gentle circles on your thighs. “What are you going to do with them?” You ask quietly. “We have to burn their bodies” Dean says as you make real eye contact with him for the first time. You immediately started crying even harder and he pulls you into a hug. Dean holds you while you grieve your family, gently combing through the ends of your hair with his fingers. Dean and Sam exchange a look, and Sam gets up, grabs the keys, and heads out to do the dreaded job. He knew from Deans look that he needed to stay and comfort you.

Once Sam had left the room, you do your best to compose yourself and raise up from Dean’s shoulder. You turn to face the man that has been nothing but kind to you since the moment you met. You wipe at his shoulder, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ you start as you sniffle. “Don’t worry about it. This is a lot. I know that pain you’re experiencing and I know it doesn’t seem like it now, but you will be alright eventually.” Dean says moving to sit next to you on the edge of the bed. “You know I could tell the moment I saw you that you’ve been through some shit, too. Did your family get killed also?” You ask, quickly realizing that’s not something you should ask someone and face palm. Dean chuckles a little, “Um yeah, it’s a long story but they were both killed by a demon.” “Oh wow, I’m so sorry Dean” you say as you grab him hand. “Seriously, uh thank you for saving me tonight.” you release his hand “and for all of this” you say motioning to his shirt you’re wearing and the room. “Of course. Get some rest” Dean says patting your leg and standing up. “Oh wait Dean, there’s only two beds. Where are you and Sam going to sleep?” you ask. “I’ll sleep on the couch, and Sam will sleep in the other bed. I went to ask for another room for you, but they are at capacity. I’m sorry, I hope that’s alright” Dean says. “Yes, but no. Let me take the couch. I am not putting you guys out anymore than I already have” you say moving to sit on the couch. “Absolutely not Y/N, you’ve just been through something traumatic. You’ll have to physically move me off this couch if you want to sleep here.” Dean says beating you to the couch and throwing himself across the length of it. You laugh at this man and his ridiculous kindness, say thank you and make your way to one of the beds. Pulling yourself underneath the covers, you switch off the lamp and turn to your side. All of your tiredness caught up you and you crashed within seconds.

#dean winchester #spn #fanfic #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester #dean winchester fanfiction #werewolf

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spudbestdog · 1 month

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Redesign of Kate Sheridan, a Werewolf girl that Sam, Dean, and their friend Garth Fitzgerald IV help to become better Werewolf than her younger, more feral sister and because of this she is like a little cousin to the Winchester Brothers and Garth.

She is based on "Kate" from Supernatural

First Appearing in Supernatural, Season 8, episode "Bitten".

Tell me what you think of her.

#supernatural #supernatural fanart #spn #spn fanart #supernatural kate #kate sheridan #werewolf #dean winchester #sam winchester #garth fitzgerald iv #redesign #art #earth 28

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goblininawig · 5 months

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Jack and Elsa are accidentally sent through a portal to the bunker where Sam and Dean Winchester live. The hunters team up to take down a vampire nest, with unexpected results.

Tags: Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Elsa Bloodstone/Jack Russell Established Relationship, Men of Letters Bunker, Road Trip in the Impala, Vampires, Canon-Typical Violence, Werewolf Reveal, Supernatural Elements

Not rated

#supernatural #werewolf by night #crossover #elsa bloodstone #jack russell #dean winchester #sam winchester #spn #read on a03 #goblininawig

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captain039 · 1 year

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The predator grounds (John Winchester)

Alpha!werewolf!John Winchester x omega!reader

Warnings: AOB, forced rut/heat, gore, smut, some dark thinks, John just straight up murdering someone, light swearing, age gap

Werewolves will be literal werewolves with fur and shouts xD

You’re not sure how it happened, one minute you were in the car with the boys, the next you’re in an abandoned house in the middle of no where. Your first instinct was to find either Sam, Dean or John, John mainly, not that you wanna admit that. You were ready and on edge, ignoring the cramping in your lower stomach and how overly hot it was in winter. You couldn’t smell anyone or sense anyone, the whole place seemed like a ghost town, weirdly enough it was a nice ghost town, nice houses, nice shops, just dead empty. You couldn’t go much further as you sat down on some steps and hugged your middle. You had sweat slowly dripping from your brow and your mind began to cloud with need. It was obvious then, painfully so, your heat had struck, well a forced heat seeing as you definitely took your suppressants last, no way in hell you’d not take them with three unmated alphas around.

You cursed softly wanting at least a hotel bed and crappy soup. You huffed forcing yourself up and on. The town seemed to go forever for some reason, were you going in circles? You heard laughing suddenly and snapped around seeing a red eyed demon in front of you.

“Enjoy” she said snapping her fingers and disappearing. You frowned suddenly not alone, alphas in rut and omegas in heat. The hell was this demons plan?! You went to the nearest omega ready to protect them. The alpha groaned her body transforming. You gulped, a fricken werewolf. You cursed softly hating how your body reacted to it. Omegas began to scream, some shifted and fought back, but you ran into the closest building with this omega and hid. You locked the doors quickly and the windows with the omegas help, you pushed a table in front of the front door before rushing upstairs. You locked those windows before checking on the omega. You introduced yourself as they sat on the couch and hugged a pillow.

“Riley” they said and you nodded.

“Ok I have no idea what’s going on, although the thing I know you’re not gonna wanna know” you said and they just nodded scared. You sat down on the recliner, this town must’ve had people in it till the demon did something. You sat awkwardly trying to find a comfortable position while outside quietened. You heard some screams making Riley flinch, some howls which made you uneasy.

Your mind was clouded and you didn’t register much, not having a heat in a few years since you met the boys back then. Riley obviously regulated, they weren’t as out of it as you were.

“Are you ok?” They asked.

“Huh?” You blurted.

“Sorry, yeah” you mumbled in a daze. You weren’t fine and the bed upstairs sounded amazing right now.

“I’m gonna look for towels or something” they said cheeks flushed. You only nodded as they got up and rummaged around the house.

“I found towels and blankets” they came back handed you some before making theirselves comfortable.

“Thanks” you muttered making yourself comfortable too. You froze though hearing a call outside, whole body shuddering in delight. Riley looked scared as you stood and looked out the window. John stood down the road a bit, gun in hand, covered in some blood and clothes ripped slightly. Riley called you, but you weren’t thinking straight as you left. Riley yelled catching Johns attention as he stared at you. You didn’t really notice anyone else till some grabbed you in a bear grip. You struggled suddenly frightened at the mouth near your neck. A shot went off, whizzing by your ear making you stumble as the man fell to the ground. John jogged forward tugging you to him while he looked at the dead man.

“You ok?” He asked as you took a deep breath in. You went into another daze, like you went high off his scent. He was in rut too, scent extra strong and inviting.

“Have you seeing Dean and Sam?” He asked apparently handling this very well. You shook your head in answer. He cursed softly and looked around before tugging you back to the house you were in. Riley whimpered when he pushed the table back.

“I’m not gonna hurt you” he said trying to sooth the other omega.

“Where family” he said gesturing to you.

You frowned a bit at his words.

“Your dad?” Riley asked you.

“God no” you said.

“Just know each other well” you said and she nodded.

“Not- the hells going on?!” You asked suddenly snappy.

“Jesus” John chuckled.

“Demons picked out alphas and omegas, mainly from the town, we were passing by seemed to got caught up in it, some sort of mating ground almost” John said looking outside.

“Ew” you muttered and he raised an eyebrow.

“Well, what kind-“ you stopped mid sentence as pain went through your stomach and into your hips and legs. You sat down quickly on the stairs and whimpered. Curse a forced heat. You went hazy again and mumbled softly as you leant against the wall. John was apparently in front of you snapping his fingers for you to focus.

“Piss off” you hit his hand weakly trying so hard to ignore his scent. You suppose in his line of work you have to be prepared for everything, literally. His eyes flashed gold and you shivered a bit.

“I haven’t had a heat in years because I met you idiots!” You snapped wishing this would stop.

“You know what happens when an omega doesn’t have a heat in years” you mumbled. His attention snapped when low growling came on the porch, John touched your knee before standing up and peeking outside. The wolf left though and John came back, taking off his jacket and placing it around your shoulders. You just buried yourself in the jacket, breathing in its scent making you sigh contently. It worked for five minutes till your need clouded again. John was trying to call Dean probably or Sam. He rummaged the house while you stuck to the stairs.

His mind was reeling, two omegas in one house but he didn’t care for the other sitting on the couch frightened. No you, you smelt like heaven on earth, he saw the way your whole body shuddered when he tugged you to him. The way you instantly wrapped his jacket around you tighter and breathed in his scent. The forced heat would hit harder, he knew you surpassed every year and that’d take its toll now. You were unfocused, in a daze and he wanted nothing more than to take you on the stairs. He was having extreme struggles with self control, jeans too tight and his senses clouded by you. You were whimpering softly whether you knew you were doing it or not, they drove him mad too. God he hoped Dean or Sam avoided it or were figuring out a way to kill the son of a bitch that did this.

#aob #john winchester #John Winchester x reader #alpha John #x reader #spn #supernatural #Sam and Dean #werewolf au

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