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hi hope you are all doing well and staying safe!! Just a quick post featuring two of my oc’s one who is bobby signers daughter and Hecate (as in the greek goddess) and the other who is the son of zeus. very much a percy jacksonxsupernatural story

Summary: Dean meets his ex’s new boyfriend

warning: akward, fluffy

Sergio Diablo (oc) son of zeus

Mila Singer (oc) daughter of hecate

 “Good morning meu amor (my love)” Sergio mumbled still half asleep. I humed and reached out to grab him not ready to accept having to leave the bed. I pushed my body against his, my breasts running along his chest as he pulled me closer his hand squeezing my ass. I pressed my lips to his collar bone feeling his body tense up. 

 The front door clicked open as someone entered the house, loud footsteps echoed as they stomped up the stairs. Sergio seemed unfazed by the noises I assumed because he knew what ever they where they probably wont be able to kill him. I created a shield around the two of us to at least have something separating us from them. 

 “I knew you wouldn’t be up yet-” I regconsided the voice as soon as i heard it. Dean Winchester.

"Dean! WHat the hell!" I yelled pulling the sheet up to cover my chest. Sam shuffled in awkwardly and quickly turned leaving the room once he saw me and Sergio in bed.

"What am I doing!?" Dean exclaimed "Who the hell is this?"

"You let yourself into my house I think I have every right to have whoever I want in MY home" Sergio kept his eyes on Dean who seemed to not feel uncomfortable around my naked body.

"Dean let’s give them a minute " Sam said reaching in the room to grab his older brother by the arm yanking him out awkwardly shuting the bedroom door.

The realisation that my current boyfriend had just met my ex hit me as I cringed. The bed groaned as Sergio say up fully, his face unreadable.

"Baby, I-I’m so sorry I really didn’t-" The sound of Sergio’s laugh muffled my apology. "Are you ok, I just didn’t think this would be your reaction"

"Mila it’s fine" he said between laughs "I think he was in the worse position, I mean he wasn’t the one in bed with you"

"I’m sorry I should get dressed it might be about my dad" I stood up from the bed leaving the sheet standing naked infront of him. He leaned back against the headboard toned chest on display, smirking he ran his eyes across my body sending shivers down my spine. A blush spread across my cheeks, as I began pulling on my clothes. "Are you seriously going to stay there?"

"Would you like me to go introduce myself to your ex?" He asked smirking, I huffed in response pulling a hoodie on.

"Wait there" I said hands on the door "do you want to stay for breakfast?"

"Of course meu amor"

I stepped outside of my room shutting the door behind me breathing in to prepare for the oncoming storm of Dean Winchester.

please tell me if you liked it because i am obsessed with these two atm and would love to right more on them. 

Part Of The Family Part 2

Hey Guys ! I am so so sorry for the delay. I had a very hectic week, was a little sick and Post Grad is kicking my ass with assignments and tests! Anyway I wrote this during class because I was vv bored. Thanks for sticking around :)

Characters: Dean x half Sister, Sam x half Sister

Warnings: Angst, Fluff , strong language , a little gory. 

Ages

Dean- 20

Sam- 16

Y/N- 12

Dean’s POV

I went inside the room and closed the door behind me to find Sam sitting on the edge of the bed, tying his shoes. I crossed my arms across the chest and stared at him intently. 

“What is it Dean?” He said nonchalantly without looking up. 

“What the hell was that out there?!?” I screamed. 

He finished tying his shoes and looked up at me through his floppy hair and said”Are you really going to reprimand me about this?”

“What the hell is that supposed to me? You can’t just talk to her like that. Hell! You can’t to anyone like that just because you don’t like them!” I shouted. 

Sam’s eyes widened in anger as he stood up to face me. “Dean, you yourself said that you don’t like her and that she is the living proof that Dad has forgotten Mom.”

I turned around and wiped my hand over my face. Guilt rose in me as I thought back to the day I told Sam the thoughts I had towards my little sister. I sighed heavily and looked at him with a sad face “Sam, I was drunk and naive and wrong. I was looking at someone to blame because that day was hard and she was the easiest target. I am sorry.”

Sam’s expression metamorphosed into shock and a hint of guilt could be seen on his face. “I am also looking at someone to blame. I am angry all the time and she seems to be the reason for all the problems.”

I shook my head and placed my hand on his shoulder reassuringly” She is a child and she is alone. We have each other. She has no one. We are being jerks.”

Sam sighed and rubbed his sleeve across his eyes which were now gathering tears. He took a deep breath and sighed heavily. “So maybe we should go-”

CRASHHHH !!!!!!

Our heads turned simultaneously towards the door as we heard a loud noise. We took our guns and ran out into the main room of the motel only to find Y/n fighting a werewolf. There was blood running down her side of the face and she was holding her arms against the big scary man. The monster turned to face us and threw Y/n against the wall successfully knocking her out. He then ran towards us growling away.

“Sam !!” I shouted his name as we tried to fight this werewolf off. 

“What ?!?!” he shouted back. 

“Where the hell are the silver bullets?!?!” I yelled. 

Sam looked at me and yelled back “I have no clue!”

“SON OF A BITCH!” I screamed at the top of my voice as this werewolf tried to kill us. He banged Sam’s head against the table and then took a piece of the broken furniture to impale me. I tried to fight him of but lost my footing on the carpet. He raised his arms to puncture me with his weapon when suddenly Y/n climbed on his back and snatched the wooden piece from him. 

“Dean!” she yelled as she stood in front of me. “ Run to the room and get those blasted bullets from the drawer.” I nodded and and ran to the room, I knew I shouldn’t let my sister fight it alone but we didn’t have time to argue. 

Y/n’s POV

Fighting came natural to me. It was something I could claim I was best at. I took the wooden piece and fought the monster in front of with the skill I had. I tried to keep an eye on Sam who was lying unconscious on the floor. My own head was spinning furiously but I couldn’t pass out now. Not when Dean needed me. The werewolf tried to catch me but I was too small as well as fast for my age. But I knew I could not keep this up, I was losing and getting hit more than I intended to.

Suddenly he grabbed one of my legs and crushed it. 

“AAAAAHH”A scream pierced through my throat but I manged to  punctured his face with the wodden piece. In his agony he threw me across the room and I hit the wall. This time I could not retain consciousnesses and I slowly sank into the peaceful realm. Though I could swear I faintly heard Dean’s voice calling out to me. 

Dean’s POV

The bullets were hidden in some Narnian place. It took me ages to find the them. I could hear Y/n fighting the werewolf and my anxiety grew tremendously. She was a good fighter. She always has been but I knew she needed me there with the bullets like yesterday.  I rummaged through the drawer and finally found the bloody bullets. 

Suddenly  I heard Y/n’s scream and my body went cold. I immediately grabbed the gun and ran into the room yelling her name as I saw her body slump against the wall. The werewolf turned towards me and without a moment’s hesitation I shot him in the heart with the precious silver bullets. His eyes rolled in the back of his head and his body dropped on the floor with a loud thud. I stared at the monster and tried to catch my breath, then my eyes fell on little sister who was not moving an inch. I scrambled towards her and scanned her injuries. The werewolf had broken her leg which must have caused her extreme agony. Her head was bleeding from being repeatedly pushed into a wall. 

I carefully gathered her in my arms and cradled her head gently. “Ughh, my head” I heard Sam complain from behind me. He got up off the floor with a groan and inspected the damage around him. His eyes widened as he walked quickly towards us. “What the hell happened here Dean?” “What happened to her?”

I quickly wiped the tears which pricked my eyes. I looked up at him sadly and said “We need to get both of you to the hospital. You will sit with her in the back.” I walked out with her in my arms as Sam followed with a puzzled expression. 

I sat in the waiting room staring at the plainness and grayness the hospital exhibited. My eyes had a vacant expression as my mind refused to care about the world. Sam had a very mild concussion and he was going to be fine. Y/n was not in a very life threatening position but her leg needed to be looked at. Her head also suffered certain injuries. The doctor had already told me that she was going to be fine but I just couldn't move. What the hell have I done.  The child saved me. My  little sister who I neglected and treated her with nothing but cruelty saved me. Sam came out of the room and sat beside me. 

I cleared my throat and asked” All good ?”

Sam looked at me and nodded “Yeah, just going to have a small headache for like a day maybe. How is Y/N?”

“Umm the doctor said she is going to be fine but needs a lot of rest. “

We sat quietly for a while again consumed by our own thoughts and guilt. 

“Dean, I am sorry I treated her the way I did. You were right. I am so so so sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize to me. Let’s go inside and see her.” Saying this I walked into the room where my little sister was being treated. 

Y/N’S POV

I opened my eyes and felt extreme pain in every inch of my body. I turned my head and tried to see my surroundings. I got up from the bed and felt certain strong hands push me back against the covers. 

“Y/n! what are you doing out of bed ?” I heard Dean panic. “Get back in there, you need rest.”

I laid against the cover and looked around. Sam was walking towards me and Dean was hovering over me. I saw that my leg was in a cast and my head was starting to hurt.

“What happened ?” I croaked.

Dean sighed and smiled at me as Sam held my hand. A look of confusion nestled on my face as I waited for them to explain. “You beat the shit out of the monster but he broke your leg” replied Dean. 

Tears immediately pricked my eyes and dropped down on my face.

“What’s wrong are you in pain?” Sam asked worriedly as Dean tried to console me. 

I shook my head and a few more and suddenly I was sobbing fully. I usually have a very good grip on my emotions but somehow today they seemed to be out of control. I cried a little more as my body hiccuped and trembled from my emotion. 

Dean took my hand in his and patted my head with the other. “Why are you crying Y/n?”

I calmed myself down but to no avail the tears kept descending down my face.”How will I manage by myself with a broken leg?” I cried. 

“I already feel so weak and I don’t know how I will take care of myself, like who will help me get to the motel? How will I take a bath ? Wear my clothes ? Hell! how will i walk from one place to another ? I literally have no one !” saying this I started bawling.

Dean’s POV

Sam and I looked at Y/n in absolute bewilderment as she sat crying her heart out. Her little body shook with tears as she hiccuped constantly to calm herself down.  After she stopped crying I took both of my her hands in mine and prepared myself. 

“Y/n, Can you please look at me?” She shook her head and tried to hider face. 

“Please just hear me out.” I pleaded with her and she relented finally. 

“I want you to know something. I am so very very sorry the way Sam and I treated you” I confessed as she looked at me with shock in her eyes.

“What?” she inquired

“Dean is right Y/n. What I said to you last night. God I am so so sorry. I have no explanation and no excuse. I am just sorry.”

I took a deep breath and then carried out the rest of my apology. “We were terrible towards you. It wasn’t your fault. We just had our ridiculous reasons. But you need to know how very sorry I am. If you accept this godforsaken apology then I will spend the rest of my days trying to make it up to you.”

Sam wiped his tears and then patted her head. “And please don’t worry about who is going to take care of you. I know we have been terrible in the past but from today onward we would like to do better. We will take care of you.”

“You will?” she asked in a hesitant voice.

I chuckled and squeezed her hand tightly” Damn straight we will. You are our little sister. Who just happened to kick the werewolf’s ass. I am sorry we didn’t treat you like family.”

Anger flashed across her face and she ripped her hand from mine” Why? Why on earth did you treat me like shit? Like what was your reason?”

Sam looked at her sadly” We had no reaso-”

“That’s bullshit!” she interrupted. “I have spent years with you guys, hoping one of these days maybe I could join this team. You guys have each other, someone to watch your backs and someone to unload your feelings and thoughts. I have no one. Not a single person in this world. So I am asking a very normal question What the hell was that?!”

She stared at me with watery eyes, anger and disappointment swimming in them. I looked towards Sam who was crying softly, not able to look at her. 

I learnt forward and put her in my arms. She resisted at first then cried earnestly in my chest. “I am so so sorry. I was wrong. Please forgive me.”

“I just don’t want to be alone.” she cried more. I shushed her and softly kissed her forehead. “I promise you, from now on you will never be alone. I will always take care of you.” It literally had broken my heart to watch her cry about who was going to look after her. Sam walked around and stood behind me. “I promise the same thing Y/n. I also promise to help you irritate Dean whenever all the time. 

She let out a watery chuckle and wiped her nose. “Let’s start over!” 

THE END. 

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Supernatural 12x03 - Mary leaves

Sister fic 

Warnings - angst, swearing, fluff

Characters- Mary Winchester,Dean Winchester,Sam Winchester, Sister Winchester 

DEAN’S POV

“i just need a little time.” Her voice rang sharp in the bunker and left us all stunned. Mom wanted to leave us. Mom wanted to leave me. I felt Y/n hitched her breath and tried to control a sob. She hid behind me like she was a little girl  again. Mom looked at me with wide eyes and came to comfort me but I couldn’t. I couldn’t let her touch me instead I looked back at the floor hoping for the ground to open up and swoop me in. She picked up Dad’s journal and walked towards Sam. 

“I love you.” She said “All of you.” 

She looked at Y/n and smiled which she returned half heatedly. She turned her back and walked out of the door. The noise which the door made was unbearable. It sounded like something me was abandoning me. It was the same sound I had heard numerous times when Dad left to go on a hunt Knowing very well that both my siblings would comfort me I walked back into my room.

 Y/N’S POV 

I watched as my eldest brother ran back to his room. I knew how he felt, he adored mom. She was a woman that he had always put on a pedestal and the pedestal was so high and so sacred that no one could match up to it. I looked back at Sam who was still staring at the door with which Mary had recently departed and suddenly the big sister mode in me kicked in and I walked towards my taller though younger brother and hugged him tightly from behind and as soon as I had hugged him a dam broke from within Sam and he started sobbing earnestly in my arms. I lowered him on the floor and let him sob out his broken heart.

“Why?” “Why on earth did she leave us?” he bawled

i shushed him gently and planted a kiss on his head.

“She just needs some time Sammy, that’s all.”

“Y/n/n, you and I both know that is bullshit! Why are we never enough for anybody?” saying that my younger brother started bawling again and all i could to comfort him was hold him tight and that’s what i did. 

After an hour or so of crying, he was so exhausted that he went to sleep right there. Knowing that I would not be able to move him without waking him up I gently moved out from under his head and went to fetch his blanket and pillow. I placed the pillow under his head and tucked the blanket around. When I stood up my twin was standing there with his red rimmed eyes. He sighed in an exhaustive fashion and went back to his room quietly.

I knew Dean. I knew his emotions and his facial expressions. I knew everything about him. I was his twin. it was both of our jobs to look after Sammy. I dabbed his knee after a hunt and he dabbed my head. So I knew not approach him but the concern part in me just wouldn’t give up. So I went up to his room and entered without knocking. Dean was sitting on the ground with silent tears rolling down his face. 

“You know you are exactly like Mom.” he said in a hoarse voice. “But the only difference is that you take care.”  

“Dean..” I stared but he interrupted loudly.

“No Y/n/n! Just No! I am sick and tired of people who are supposed to act like our bloody parents but have just given up on the job. First it was Dad and now it’s Mom. And i am tired of making excuses for them. I am tired of not only their lies but I am tired of lying to myself. I am just tired.”  With that he banged his hand on the floor and his head at the edge of the bed. 

DEAN’S POV

After breaking down in front of my sister I wiped away my tears angrily. I watched as she walked and sat down next to me. I expected her to again reassure me that things weren’t the way I was perceiving them but she just picked up my hand kissed the back of it. I looked at her and saw that she was on the verge of breaking down. Y/n NEVER breaks down but now I was seeing it before my eyes as she put her hand on her mouth and as her breath hitched. She put her head on my shoulder and started crying quietly. 

The feeling I experienced is what people call “heart break”. I was angry at seeing my little sister in pain. I was angry at my mom because she had caused this pain. She had put the burden on my shoulders as well as hers and now I could see she was tired too. 

“Why don’t they love us?” she asked quietly.

And there it was, the question each of us were looking an answer to. So I closed my eyes kissed her forehead deeply. I loved her and my brother so much and I was tired of the world for hurting us.

“Hey Kiddo.” I said gently 

“Don’t cry. We will get past this as we have each other. The three of us are a team and I am so proud of you for looking out for us. But sometimes you need to take care of yourself too. So come on now you and I are bunking together.”

I helped her get in my bed and wiped away her tears with my thumb. I climbed on the other side and pulled her closer. I started stroking her gently so she would calm down. I could still see that she was crying. She suddenly turned and around and kissed me on the cheek. 

“I love you Dean. You are the best brother ever”

At that my eyes pricked with tears. The happy ones and I kissed her head. 

“I love you too kiddo. You are the sweetest twin ever” She smiled at that and turned away to face her side. 

“Come on now sleep! We have to pull a prank at  6′4 monster who is sleeping on the floor tonight before he wakes up in the morning. “

She chuckled at that and closed her eye. 

We will be fine as long as we have each other.

THE END !!

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Fare thee well Supernatural

The time has come to turn to the last page of the book. To say goodbye to not only a show but a beautiful world. A world which taught us that people can make mistakes but that doesn't define them, a world which is an epitome of sibling bonds and world who taught us the concept that family doesn't end with blood.

Thank you supernatural! For becoming such a huge part of our lives for being their for us when we truly felt alone. For giving us a family and for always having our back. The uniqueness that each character represented, the bond that the characters shared and the beautiful beacon of light this show has become for so many of us. For 15 years of heartbreak, family, love and brothers. We thank you immensely.

There aren't enough words in the world which will ever combine what this show means to me so here is me trying to do justice to it.

The family and the bonds we have made will continue. The times when life had taken the turn for the worse this show was there for us. I started this show when I was 12 years old and now as a 20 year old this show will take it's last breath.

Thank you supernatural. Goodbye.

P. S. Supernatural will always be the 'jerk' to my 'bitch'

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The Bonds In This Life

Characters - Dean Winchester, John Winchester, Sam Winchester, Sister Reader

Warnings - fluff, angst, swearing

Y/n- 14

Dean- 21

Sam- 17

Your POV

As soon as the last bell rang for the day I grabbed my backup and quite literally sprinted out of the school building. I skipped most of the steps and ran towards Sam who was adjusting his backup on his shoulder.

"Sammy!" I yelled at the top of my voice.

At this he turned around and smiled widely. He raised his hand a little and I high fived him as soon as I reached him.

"Hey little idiot! How was school?"

I looked up at him, impressed with the small insult he had just given to me.

"Wow your power of insulting is improving, a few more lessons and I will turn you from Nerdy Sam to Sassy Sam."

Sam looked at me with an unamused expression etched on his face but it quickly broke into a smile and transformed later to a chuckle.

"You are crazy! What can we do to stop this madness from killing us?"

"Nothing big brother, it surely sucks to be you."

Sam shook his head in both amusement and irritation and grabbed my hand as we walked back to the our motel.

"So how was school? " Sam asked in a casual manner.

I looked up at him and gave him a tight smile. "Oh it was fine ; the usual boring and boring and also boring!"

"Y/n/n, I understand that at your age most kids find school boring but it is very important for you and believe it or not, you grasp concepts immediately and have always done well at school"

"I know Sammy, I will keep up the grades and also perform in co-curriculuer activities but I sometimes wonder why am I wasting my time doing this when I can be researching or improving my latin. I sometimes feel bad that I can't help you all on hunts because of some group project or class test. But you know another part of me feels a little happy when I get good grades and when I do my projects well."

Sam looked at me intensely and then he put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me to his side.

"There is nothing wrong with being happy about schoolwork and excelling at it and you don't have to feel guilty if you can't help once in a while, Dean, Dad and I are there and for the record you are the most sorted one out of all of us. You manage both hunting and school and keep the same comitmment to them, you also put up with a lot of crap from dad when he trains you and you also put up with Dean and I, and putting up with Dean is commendable."

That earned a laugh out of me. Dean. My eldest brother, my hero and my mentor. My brother raised me and sacrificed everything for Sam and I. My Dad on the other hand only ever scolded me and nothing else. I sometimes don't even like him.

So lost in my own thoughts I was that I did not even notice that we had reached our motel. We entered the room to find Dean on the floor with a huge cut on his forehead which was bleeding quite profusely and my Dad was standing over him with a broken bottle of liquor in his hand. It did not take a genius to find out what had happened.

"DEAN!" Both Sam and I screamed simultaneously.

Sam walked towards John in anger while I rushed to Dean and put his head on my lap.

"What the hell did you do to him?!" Sam bellwoed at Dad.

Dean craned his head from my lap and spoke in a defeated man's voice "Guys please go inside.This is between me and Dad."

"Have you lost your bloody mind Dean, I am not leaving you or Y/n a second alone with him."

"Son take your sister and go inside right this second." John spoke in a calm and terrifying voice which boomed across the room.

All three of us since infancy for me and childhood for Sam and Dean have been conditioned to follow an order without question. From the sound of his voice our limbs automatically move to the way he wants and trying to defy him has always ended in a beating.

"No." I spoke with a clarity in my head and firmness in my voice. "We will not move an inch from here till you tell us why did you hit my big brother?"

Dean's POV

My little sister's voice befuddled us all and I could have sworn that no man was not afraid of her. Her strength resonated from her voice and this made my dad's blood boil in anger.

He loomed over both me and my sister with the liquor bottle still clutched in his hand tightly.

"Did you just try to dictate and overule my orders young lady?"

I could feel my little sister trembling a little bit since my head was still in her lap and her soft hands were in my hair, gently running her fingers through it. I could also see Sam from the corner of my eye, his entire expression spoke volumes to me and I could see how scared my little siblings were.

So I got up from the floor with some difficulty and felt my sister help me up. I looked John straight in the eye and I kept Y/n behind me.

"Dad please let them go, they are just defending me. It was my fault. I am sorry, Sir"

Sam looked at my father and roared.

" WHAT THE HELL DID HE DO?!?"

I could feel my sister flinch behind me and I grabbed her hand to reassure her.

"HE LOST THE GODDAMN MONEY!" Dad shouted back.

"Your fool of a brother lost the money we needed ,to do god knows what!"

"That doesn't give you the right to hit him!" Sam yelled back, still defending me.

"Look at his forehead Dad! Look what you have done to him!"

"Sam please don't do this." I pleaded with him but he just turned a deaf ear to me.

"Wait a minute." my sister came out from behind me and looked my father straight in the eye with rage burning in them.

"You are talking about the money kept in that drawer right?" she pointed towards the old brown drawer with her finger.

"Dad I saw you take that money to go buy liquor for yourself."

I stared at my father in shock. "What the hell Dad!"

"Are you sure?" Sam enquired and she nodded her head in a positive manner. He then turned his head to look at dad and spoke with anger laced in his voice.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You are now lying and beating your children for a mistake that you committed!"

My father started at my sister and yelled.

" She is lying! Why would I do that? You are in so much trouble girl."

Y/n scoffed with tears in her eyes and spoke with a bold face.

"Dad please don't embarrass yourself anymore, we all know what has happened now and there is no point in arguing about it. Please just go. It is always better when it is the three of us because you have always just beaten us our whole lives. You are just my Dad for namesake. It is Dean you should be thanking for raising us. It is Dean who made the sacrifices not you, it is Dean who has earned the respect not you. It has always been my big brother and I will not hold back if you ever raise a hand on him. Just get lost.

What happened next was something I shall remember for the rest of my life. My Dad hit my sister's face with the same bottle he dad used to hit me and pushed her into the wall. She screamed in agony as her back hit the wall.

I could not hold my anger anymore, I pounced on my father and I saw Sam doing the same. We punched him multiple times.

"You son of a bitch! If you ever touch even a hair on my sister's head I will kill you with my bare hands." I thundered at him.

Both me and Sam then grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him out for the night.

We ran towards our little sister who was still on the floor. I picked her up and put her on the bed. I then removed her hair from her face and saw that a long scar was on her cheek. A gift from our father. I looked up at Sam and saw that his eyes were swimming with tears.

"It's okay Sammy. She will be okay there is no permanent damage." I told him softly.

He didn't even look at me , he just grabbed her hand and kissed her forehead deeply, softly talking to her.

I went to get the first aid so that I can clean her wounds and then mine but when I got back I saw that Y/n had just opened her eyes and was quite disoriented.

I rushed beside her and grabbed her hand. "Hey baby girl, How are you feeling?"

She looked at me and smiled and then touched my wound on my head with her fingers. I grabbed her this hand as well and kissed her fingers deeply.

"Guys" we both looked at Sam when he spoke and cleared his throat. "There is not a lot of bandage left, I will just go to the store to get some."

We both nodded at him. He kissed Y/n's forehead and grabbed his jacket to go get the bandage. I know when Sammy wanted to break down and this is why he left, to go get some peace of mind and to heave his heart out.

I looked back at my sister and started cleaning her wound.

"Dean" she spoke in a soft voice

"Where is Dad?"

I clenched my jaw and looked at her sternly. "He will not come back tonight."

She nodded. "I didn't mean to make him this mad."

"What?!" I almost yelled at her. But when I looked I saw that she was crying with tears dripping down her cheeks and her throat was hitching due to the aggressive waterworks.

"Oh Y/n/n, come here." I brought her in my arms and rubbed my hands up and down her back in a soothing manner. She cried more when her face was resting on my shoulder and I understood why she needed to do that. When she calmed down a bit , I pulled back a little and rubbed the tears tracks from her face.

"Now I want you to listen to me okay?" I told her sternly.

"What dad did was wrong. He did something which is unimaginable he hit you with a bottle of glass and even pushed you. He did something to you for a mistake you did not commit. So it is not your fault. He is an asshole and you are an amazing human being. You deserve everything and we can't even give you the basic things. So forget that it was your fault,it is not. Also I promise you that this is the first and the last time Dad will ever hit you like this. He won't touch you I won't let him. Okay?"

She nodded at me and smiled through her Tears. She then pulled me into a hug and whispered in my chest. "Thank you for being my big brother Dean. I love you a lot."

At this my heart just melted and I hugged her tighter and kissed her sacred cheek and forehead multiple times. "I love you too little idiot."

She laughed at her nickname and pressed herself into my chest.

Normal POV

When Sam returned he saw Y/n sleeping in Dean's arms and Dean was just smiling and wiping his tears.

The end

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The Accident Part 3

Hello everybody!! Extremely sorry for this part coming out this late. The thing is my college life started as well as tge hostel one and things have been hectic. I shifted cities and then well it has been exciting. I am now on my Diwali break so I thought I might as well write this part. I hope you like it.

Characters- Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Warnings- fluff and angst

I woke up to see the light blue sky staring back at me.The lush green grass was swaying with the wind, following its directions as much as it could. I stood up and looked around to see a huge tree in the middle of this plain land. It leaves were so huge that they formed a canopy for the one standing underneath it. And somehow when I looked at the tree I could feel a sense of familiarity wash over me. Before I could even conjure up another thought, a girl of no more than 5 ran past me and went towards the tree. Now that i was looking at it intently I realized that a figure was standing underneath it. It was man about 6 foot tall with broad shoulders and a leather jacket. He was standing there with his arms crossed across his chest but the moment he saw the girl his arms opened wide and the little girl jumped into them. He stepped a little further and when I saw his face I immediately recognized him. He was my big brother, my mentor, my hero. He was Dean.

Sam’s POV

When I left Dean with Y/N in the room, I was barely holding it together. A part of me was angry at the driver for hitting her and the other part was also angry at Dean. I tried to keep that part as submissive as possible because Dean did not need this right now. He was already blaming himself and if I even said one word against him, he will spiral down the guilt hole and I could not stand that. So I went to the washroom to freshen up but when I looked at my hands, I saw my little sister’s dried blood and the bile instantly rose in my throat. I hunched over the toilet to throw my insides out. When I came out Dean was standing there with a solemn experssion on his face.

“I am okay.” I assured him.

And before he could even say another word I left the washroom and went to sit next to my baby sister. I took her hand in mine and stroked it gently.

“Hey Y/N/N, it is really boring without you here, I really need you to wake up quickly and help me annoy Dean. I promise I will let you sit in the front seat of the car , I will lend you my flannels and won’t complain about them being lost, I will let you watch your show all the time and I will always eat ice creams with you late at night. Just baby, wake up please wake up and I will do anything on this planet you want.”

I had not realized that the tears had made it down my cheeks and were constantly moving. I suddenly felt a strong grip on my shoulder and I didn’t need to look up to know it was Dean.

“I am sorry Sammy. I am sorry, I did this to the most precious thing in our lives. I am sorry.”

I did not say anything but just looked up at my big brother and hugged him tightly, hoping that my little sister wakes up.

Y/N’s POV

I remember this day. i remember that Sammy had gone somewhere and it was just me and Dean. I had just felt so happy being here that I ran up to dean to tell him that i love him more than anything in this world. I remember how he smiled and kissed me on my forehead and said that he loved me too. I remember that I spent the rest of the afternoon in his arms, just looking at the place and feeling happy and now I was a burden to him.

I missed both my brothers so much but I didn’t want to leave this place. I was not even sure whether Dean loves me or not. But I had to figure it out, I had to know the truth no matter how much it hurts me. I had promised myself that I will not give up on life easily no matter what the circumstances, so I want to go back to my brothers. Thinking about this I closed mud eyes and fell into deep sleep suddenly.

Dean’s POV

I was holding my sister’s hand, and speaking softly to her. Sam had dozed off in the other chair and was snoring softly. I smiled at him and turned my attention back to y/n. I stroked her hair and dmiled at her. Suddenly I felt her finger twitch and so did her facial experssion. I got up and squeezed her hand tightly.

“Y/n, can you hear me baby?” All I got was a whine in response.

“Sam, she is waking up, go get up and get a doctor.”

“I am on it.”

Her eyes then opened and she stared at me, I looked back at her the same coloured eyes and smiled.

“Hey sweetheart” I said

She suddenly started to panic due to the ventilator which was jammed down her throat. So I got up and held her down soothingly.

“Hey sweetheart shh shhh shh , it is okay, it is okay baby. It is the ventilator, it is helping you breathe. Shhhh calm down.”

I stroked her face and watched as the tears welled up in her eyes. My heart stung a bit at seeing my sister in this condition, to be honest I wanted to cry as well but I couldn’t. Not now, while she was this vulnerable.

I looked behind and saw that Sam had arrived with the doctor. The doctor saw that my sister struggling and the three of us helped her remove the ventilator. She was so exhausted after the ordeal that she immediately fell asleep. So I tucked the blanket around her a little more tightly and kissed her on the forehead.

Y/n’s POV

When I opened my eyes this time, I could see the white pale walls around me. My body was sore and in pain but it was bearable. I felt pressure on my right hand and saw that Dean had grabbed it and was sleeping in an uncomfortable position.

“Hey you are finally awake.” I heard my Sam’s voice and turned my head around to see him standing with two cups of what was most probably coffee. He kept the cups at the side table and sat on the chair which was kept next to my bed.

He grabbed my other hand and kissed it sweetly.

“I missed you girlie. I am so glad that you are okay.”

I smiled back at him and squeezed his hand.

“How are you feeling?”

“A bit sore but nothing I cannot handle. How are you two?”

Sam laughed slightly and pushed the hair out of my eyes.

“ We aren’t the ones who are in the hospital bed idiot”

I chuckled and then looked at dean who was snoring softly.

“He hasn’t left your side since you have been here.” Sam said.

“Is he mad at me?” I asked in a shaky voice

“ What? No! Listen he is not mad at you at all! On the contrary he thinks you are mad at him, he really did not mean a thing he said.”

“He didn’t ?”

“No y/n/n, he loves more than anything and it is killing him that you are in this condition. He blames himself you know.”

“I don’t blame him, it is not his fault that the driver hit me” I suddenly heard Dean wake uo from his nap. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and looked around and then a huge smile came up on his face.

“Y/N, you are awake!”

I laughed nervously and nodded. Sam also smiled and got up saying that he needed to go to the washroom.

I rolled my eyes at his attempt of leaving us alone.

“Hey baby, how are you feeling?” he asked.

“I am okay, just a little sore.”

“Want me to call the nurse for you?” I shook my head and said no.

He squeezed my hand and looked at me with guilt in his eyes. “ Y/n, I am really sorry for the way I yelled at you. I should not have done that, I mean you did not deserve that and I am just so so so sorry.”

“Am I really a Burden?” I asked timidly with tears on the brink of falling down. That got my brother’s attention. He got up from the chair and sat on the bed, he then pulled me in his arms and started stroking my hair soothingly.

“ Sweetheart listen to me, you have never ever been a burden to me on the contrary you have been a blessing. I got angry because I got scared and that is no excuse but when I get scared, I just tend to shout at people. Anyway my point is You are not a burden, you are my baby sister and I love you very very very much. I am so sorry for what I did you, i am so sorry. Please forgive me.”

At this point tears were streamibg down both our faces, so I gestured with my finger for him to come closer. He bent his head down a little and I kissed him softly on tbe cheek and whispered “I love you too big brother”

At this my brother smiled and kissed me on cheek, the forehead multiple times and pulled me closer against him if it was possible.

When Sam came in the room he smiled and laughed at the way we were behaving and then hugged me tight.

“Okay young lady, now the next few weeks you will only and only do rest. Got it” Dean commanded

And I smiled back at him nodding. As long as I have my big brothers next to me. Nothing can hurt me.

The accident is complete !

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Accident Part 2

Characters - Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader Warning - Swearing, angst, talk of injuries

Dean’s POV

I remember it. I remember it all. I remember waiting for the ambulance, I remember feeling my little sister’s blood seeping in clothes and making them damp, I remember crying uncontrollably when she was on the stretcher, I remember my knees hitting the floor when they wheeled her away in the operating room, I remember looking at my little brother"s face and seeing the broken expression haunt his eyes and the person responsible for all this pain was me.

“Why did I yell at her? ” I asked myself in an emotionless voice but I knew that Sam was listening. We were sitting here for almost an hour and no one had given us any updates on our little sister. Both of us had dried blood on our clothes and hands. The blood which belonged to my little sister and the reason why it was there was because of me.

“He was a drunk driver.” Sam suddenly stated in a tone which was very similar to my own. He had completely ignored my question and was stating things, maybe to himself.

“What did you just say? ” I asked my younger brother, the calmness in my tone was slowly being replaced by anger.

“He was drunk driver. He was drunk and driving and he had the bloody nerve to hit my little sister! ”

At this point I knew. I knew that I had to remain calm, that I had to soothe my younger brother, because it wasn’t just my little sister who was in there fighting for her life it, it was Sam’s too. Sam must be feeling the same emotions that I was feeling and I had not even paid attention to him because I was so wrapped up in my own world that I had failed to see how my best friend was coping.

I saw that Sam’s shoulders had started to shake so I did the only thing I knew which would comfort him and me. I put my arm around his shoulders and made his head rest against my shoulder and then we both cried our hearts out for the little sister we loved and cherished.

Sam’s POV

I knew it. I knew what my brother was feeling, I knew how much guilt he was carrying in his heart, I knew that he didn’t mean what he said and I knew that my little sister was hurt, not only physically but emotionally as well.

My little sister has a good heart. I can see how much she cares about me and Dean. I see her. I see how she looks at me and Dean with adoration in her eyes, I know she consider us to be some sort of superheros, I also know how unbelievably caring she can be.

She does our laundry for us so that Dean and I can have clean clothes, she soothes us everytime one of us is upset from nightmare or a hunt, she covers us with a blanket when sees me and Dean are resting without one, she fixes all our wounds, she takes care of us when we are sick, she runs her hand through our hair in a gesture of comfort and most importantly she is so loyal to us that one just feels like putting her in your arms and never letting her go. I love her. God I love her so much and I can’t loose her. She is everything to me and Dean.

Dean’s POV

Sam and I have been sitting silently for almost 2 hours and now our patience is wearing, I was just about to get to ask about my sister. When a lady came holding a white clipboard to her chest.

“Y/N Winchester’s family? ” she asked in a polite tone.

Sam and I got up in a simultaneous manner.

“Yes that is us, how is our sister? ” I enquired

“Perhaps you would like to come in my office.. ”

“No doc, here is just fine.”

“Very well then, your sister had a broken leg, a grievously sprained arm, bruises on multiple parts of her body as well as some broken ribs.”

Both our breaths hitched when he heard how gravely injured she was.

“ But don’t worry, everything will be okay. She is a brave girl and she came right through, right now we have her on ventilator but that is just a precaution don’t worry all she needs is plenty of rest and she will be right as rain”

I heaved a sigh of relief and asked in a weak tone.

“Can we see her? ”

“Yes ofcourse, just follow me”

We followed the doctor to the room my little sister was situated in. I couldn’t wait to see her, apologise to her and help her through this.

When we entered the room, me and Sam took in the sight of our little sister and just stopped right there. We couldn’t believe what we were seeing, our sister’s entire body looked weak. Her face had some bruising on it, her leg was in a cast and so was her left arm but the thing which scared me and Sam the most was the ventilator which was jammed down her throat.

“I know that this sight can be very uncomfortable, please down right here and have some water.” the doctor chimed in.

“When will she wake up Doctor? ” Sam asked her in a hesitant tone.

“She should wake up in an hour or so, I will give you some privacy now. ”

As soon as she left, me and Sam went on either side of her bed and grasped her small hands. She looked so fragile in that state that all I wanted to do was hold her and never let her go. I caressed her soft hair with my hand and then kissed her forehead deeply.

“Hey baby girl, I don’t know if you can hear me but you should know that me and Sam are right here and we are not going anywhere. Just quickly wake up so I can apologise for hurting you.”

“She will forgive man. ” I looked at Sam as he spoke this with sincerity in his voice.

“She will forgive you. I mean you are her hero. She loves you. ”

“I am that hero who called one of greatest things in my life a burden and I don’t even know why I did it. ”

“You were angry, you didn’t mean it. She will understand that. Trust me. ”

Saying this Sam walked out of the room. I turned my attention back at my little sister and stared at her face.

“Sweetheart, I know I am making a complete idiot out of myself by saying this but I want you to know okay. I want you to know that you are the most beautiful, caring and thoughtful girl I could have as a sister. You are not burden. You are my little sister and I love you so so so so much and I am so so sorry for making you cry, for making feel so bad. I am just so sorry, just please wake up so I can apologise to you, please sweetie just please wake up. I love you kiddo. Please just wake up and listen to me.”

I sobbed my heart out and gathered her beautiful hand tightly in mine and laid my head against her arm and waited for her to wake up.

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The Accident

Hi everybody!! So this is not at all good but I really wanted to write something like this

Characters-Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Sister Reader

Warnings- Swearing, angst,

You walked slowly behind your brothers as they opened the motel door, you had just come back from a guresome hunt, there was supposed to be only one wendigo but it turned out there were three so in short things didn’t go according to plan and all you had to do a lot of things in an impromptu way. The only problem was that one of the wendigo had dug it’s claws in your left leg and your right arm was coloured in red and black bruises, if one is being honest everything in your body was hurting. And this was the very reason why your elder brother Dean was pissed as hell.

As soon as you entered the room, Dean dropped his duffel bag on the ground and turned towards you. He looked at you with such anger and resentment in his eyes that if looks could kill you would not only be dead but Dean would personally drop you at the gates of heaven or hell.

“Sit”, he commanded in a gruff voice and you instantly went and sat at the edge of the bed. “Sam get the first aid so I can clean this up”.Sam immediately went to get the first aid without a word, everyone knew when Dean was angry all we have to do is back off.

“I need to clean your leg first ,sit further back on the bed so I can clean the leg”, so you shifted till you back was touching the headboard and your legs were carefully spawrled out in front of you.

Dean carefully rolled up your jeans while you pressed your lips together to stop from hissing in pain, Sam kept the first aid near Dean and sat beside you so he could hold your hand. You smiled faintly at Sam which he returned and sequezed your hand.

Dean first cleaned the cut and then he poured the alcohol on the wound, you let out a small cry of pain at which Sam gently soothed you. “Shhhh it’s okay y/n, it’s okay”

When Dean had finished his procedure, Sam got off the bed first so he could help you sit in a more comfortable position.

“Stop coddling her Sam”, Dean said in a harsh tone

“Dean she is hurt”, Sam tried to reason with your elder brother.

“I know, which brings me to a very intersesting question; what in the world were you thinking?”

The air in the room turned very still, and you nervously swallowed the harshness away in your throat. You hated when Dean got angry with you, you loved him more than anyone else in the world except Sam and you hated when you dissapointed him.

So you gathered your courage and very calmly spoke,“I know you are angry Dean but I didn’t mean to get hurt, everything happened so fast and all of us had to make the best of a bad or in this case really bad situation”

“Are you making excuses? Do you see me and Sam with such injuries?

You shook your head because you could not merely his eyes.

“That’s right we don’t have such injuries because we are smart, well trained hunters and not dumb like you, today you come to motel kipping on your leg, tomorrow me and Sam will be carrying your dead body here”

“Dean! What the hell are yo-”

“Sam, let me deal with this, you baby her too much when will she grow, when will she learn when will she start acting like a fucking mature adult?! ”

You bit your lips hard trying not let the tears which had filled your eyes drop on your cheek but unfortunately, no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t keep them inside and they spilled on your cheeks.

“Oh great, now she is crying”, Dean said while clapping his hands and mocking you in every way.

Sam was about to go to comfort her but Dean stopped him.

“Sam when will she learn? When will she start acting like a responsible adult ?

“That is the point Dean! She is barely fourteen she is not an adult!! ”

“Well she is not a kid either! She hast learn. When will she stop being a burden?! ”

And that was it for you, you ran out of the motel room and started running down the empty main road, you couldn’t believe it that the man who you had placed on the highest pedestal considered you a burden, you loved him so much and he didn’t even love you back.

“Y/N! STOP!” you heard Dean’s voice behind you but you didn’t stop.

“Y/n please, just listen” So you turned around and saw Dean a little farther away on the sidewalk, with Sam right behind him.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT?! ” you had just screamed that when suddenly out of nowhere a car came and collided again you and you only felt immense pain and then black.

Dean’s POV

My eyes widened when I saw the car hit my baby sister. None of us had seen it coming.

“Y/N !!!!” Me and Sam yelled together and ran to where our baby sister lay on the ground.

Anger boiled in me when I saw what condition she was in, for one second I thought that she was dead.

“Dean, she is breathing……. barely, Call the ambulance ” Sam said in a broken voice as he cradled my baby sister in his arm whispering words of comfort.

I quickly called the ambulance and gave them the details of the place, I checked on the driver of the car and saw that he was unconscious but had no physical injuries.

I went and knelt down next to Sam, so I could see my baby girl.

“ Sweetheart, don’t worry nothing will happen to you, I am right here okay so don’t be scared me and Sam we are not going anywhere”

“WHERE IS THE DAMM AMBULANCE!?!?!! ” I YELLED I turned my attention back to my sister, I grabbed her hands and peppered them with kisses and started mumbling “I am sorry, I am so so sorry, I love you” no then started sobbing hysterically and felt Sam’s hand rub my back up and down in comfort as we waited for the ambulance.

To be continued

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Was I a good Sister?

Characters - Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester

Warning - Swearing, angst, character death

“Y/n! SHOOT NOW” I heard my father voice yell at me so I took my aim at the werewolf heart and tried to fire but I then realised that my gun was jammed! “oh no” I whispered

I saw the werewolf advance towards my elder brother and it threw him across , I watched in shock when his body slammed into the tree, the werewolf turned towards me but my gun was still jammed, I tried to shoot him but it wasn’t working just when then I heard a loud bang from behind me and I saw the werewolf fall to the ground, I turned around and saw my other elder brother Sam.

My father suddenly appeared in my view and ran towards Dean, me and Sam followed him, we dropped on our knees around where Dean lay unconscious. I tried to caress his forehead to inspect the damage when my father shoved my hand away.

“Don’t you dare touch him! ”,he snarled.

He then looked at Dean and tried to find if he had any serious injury on him. I looked at Sam but he was too focused on Dean. I then felt my cheek burn severely and loud resounding slap could be heard across the forest. I realised then that my father had hit me and he had me so hard that I was lying on the ground. I definitely had a bruise now.

“Dad, what the hell was that!? ” I heard Sam shout but my dad just glared at him and then at me, he shook his head in anger dropped down so he could swing dean’s arm around his shoulder.

Sam who was staring at his father in shock and anger immediately pushed his feelings aside and grabbed the other arm. They carried Dean this to the impala with me trailing behind him.

“y/n/n, go sit in the backseat and then we will lay him down” I nodded slowly and did as Sam said, the entire time I could feel my dad’s eye on me.

The ride to the isolated cabin was extremely quiet, I kept caressing Dean’s forehead and his hair and I kept on whispering “ I am sorry, I am so sorry ” and the tears trailed down my face.

Sam’s POV

I heard my little sister sniffling in the backseat and comforting my elder brother while saying sorry. It literally broke my heart to see her so upset. All I wanted to do was hug her tightly and tell her everything was going to be okay but if I say something now I know my father will be even more furious, I still cannot believe that he had hit her.

We reach the cabin and take Dean inside, we inspect him and wonder if any serious injury has taken place but he was just knocked out , I look over at my little sister and see that she was standing at door with an expression of fear plastered over her face. I smile at her but she doesn’t smile back.

After tending to Dean my father walks out of the room but not before he take Y/n’s arm in vicious grip, I spare my brother one look and walk out of the door.

Y/n’s POv

“what the hell were you doing?! “I.. ” “You could have gotten your brother killed you irresponsible idiot, why can’t you do anything properly?! ” “Dad just listen to her” “You stay out of this Sam, it does not concern you, we could have lost Dean because of her, you are the reason that your brother is in there….. Hurt” “But dad.. ” “JUST SHUT UP! I can’t even bare to look at you, my son is hurt because of you, you are an ungrateful, irresponsible and disgusting sister and I can’t even call you my daughter ”

That was it. This sentence did it for me, I was in pain ,not the physical kind the other one the one where your heart feels heavy and it hurts, I looked at my father with tears in my eyes but I would not let them drop.

“what the hell is wrong with you dad, why can’t you just listen to her, who says that to their own child?!”

My dad didn’t answer my brother he just walked out the door, Sam then removed his attention from John and then kneeled down so he could be of my height, he kept both his hands on my shoulders and looked me straight in the eye.

“hey, listen to me sweetie don’t you dare even for a moment think that you are not a good sister, you are the most amazing, beautiful kind girl in the whole world and me and Dean love you so so so so much! ”

I looked him in the eye but I did not have the strength to reply so I just went back to the room where Dean was sleeping.

Sam’s POV

I watched my little sister walk back in the room, I was so shocked to hear my father say such horrible things to a 13 year old girl. I went in the room and saw that she was covering Dean up with a blanket she then sat at the edge of the pushed his hair back and kissed him on the forehead.

My heart melted right there, how could my father say such horrible things to someone as sweet as her, I just couldn’t resist so I walked up behind her and put my arms around,she turn around and put her arms around my waist and her face towards me, I hugged her for a while but then I felt her shoulders shake I looked down and saw that she was sobbing her little heart out so I kneeled down again so I could be of her level and then hugged her tightly.

“I am sorry, I am so sorry”, she said this while hiccuping in between her sobs.

“I can’t lose you or Dean, I love you too much, I am sorry ” I knew I couldn’t say anything to comfort her so I picked her up and carried to my bed, we are used to sharing beds so I lay her down and I lay down beside her I put my arm around her and gently stroke her back soon she is fast asleep.

Y/n’s POV I wake up the next morning to see that my Sam was sleeping beside me softly snoring , I looked on the other side and saw that Dean was also sleeping, so I got up and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. When I came back I saw that Dean was starting to wake up.

“Hey Dean, can you wake up? ”, he groaned but slowly opened his eyes “hey, how are you feeling? ” “Ummm…. Extremely sore” “well you were thrown into a tree so that is to be expected I guess”

“Wait, what the hell happened? Are you okay? ”

“Yea bro, Everyone is good, you were the only one who was hurt”

I grabbed his medicine from the side table and then got him a glass of water.

“Here you go” “Thanks sweetheart, you know you always take such good care of us”

My smile wavered a bit as I remembered last night’s events but I didn’t let the sadness or the immense guilt I was feeling come to my face. I then took both his hands pulled him in a sitting position.

“you can use the shower and have a good long bath” “Thanks sweetie ” he said looking at me but then his smile turned into a frown and his hand went to touch my cheek. “Did the werewolf get you or something? ” “No why? ” “You have bruise on your face” I immediately felt extremely tense but then I just brushed it off and then walked to the living room. I saw John sitting over there with a pen and newspaper he looked towards me and said “We are going on a hunt tonight.” “What? What about Dean” “Your will brother will not go obviously ” “Dean is not going to agree to that ” “Just be ready, there were not ONE but TWO werewolf but because of you we could not kill it last night so I suggest do as I ask”.

Later that night. Dean had thrown a bitch fit and was here saying he was fine and will not be left at home. I had persuaded Sam to not tell Dean anything now, but we could do it after the hunt. I had rechecked my guns atleast 10 times to make sure it wasn’t jammed.

We walked through the jungle looking for the wolf, but it had seemed like hours had passes but we still had no clue where it was.

I still don’t know how I saw but I did, the werewolf was standing behind Dean, it had raised its claw to strike at my brother but I pushed my brother put of the way and felt it claws go deep in my stomach.

Dean’s PoV

I saw in astonishment as my little sister pushed me out of the way and the werewolf impaled her in stomach. I raised my gun and shot him straight in the heart, the werewolf fell down with a thud.

I looked down at my little sister who was bleeding from the stomach profusely, I picked her up and put her head in my lap, I then felt Sam and Dad running towards us.

“De it hurts a lot ” she cried “Shhhh sweetheart, don’t worry everything is going to be okay you are going to live and we are going to talk about cutting Sammy’s hair in sleep and well pranking people and making them annoyed”

My sister shook her head and coughed and I saw the blood trickle out of her mouth so I wiped it away with my thumb “ I am not going to make it, I know it” she croaked “No y/n/n don’t you dare say that ”, Sam said in a crying voice “ you our baby sister we need to here, I love you so much” “You heard Sam sweetheart, you can’t go we need you here:

But she ignored us and then asked in a croaked voice “Was I a good sister? ” And then both me and Sam just broke, both of us had tears running down our check so we each grabbed her hand I said

“oh yes sweetie, you are amazing sister and I love you so so so much” I then looked at my dad who was standing with an emotionless expression. Y/n looked at all of us “ I love you. ALL OF you I am going to miss you and I am glad I saved you dean”

Saying this my baby sister took her last breaths and then her head just fell sideways, he beautiful eyes were now not looking at anything. So I put an arm around Sam and pulled him close and cradled my baby sister in my other arm. Oh god I will never see her smile, never kiss her while she was sleeping, never see her taking care of us, never take care of her she is just gone.

My father then came next to us and said “I am sorry baby girl please come back”

And at that time all we wanted was our little baby sister to come back but I knew she wouldn’t listen because she can’t, thinking about this we cried and screamed at the sky above us.

@winchesters-favorite-girl @u-snavi @dreamin-of-somewhere-else @blacktithe7

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Brother, you deserve the world

Characters- Dean Winchester, John Winchester, Sam Winchester (mentioned), Sister reader Warning - Swearing, angst, fluff etc.

I kept my shotgun, knife and other weapons in my bag and zipped it tightly, I looked over at my father and saw that he was staring at his notebook with deep concentration, his dark busy eyebrows were pressed together and his fingers were crossed over his lips. I have noticed on countless times that my father acquires this pose when he is in deep predicament.

“Do you need some help, Dad?”, I asked him cautiously as he sometimes gets mad when I disturb him or ask questions.

My dad looked up at me and shook his head,“No y/n/n, I was just going throw some notes of mine” he then closed his journal and walked towards his bag to keep it for safe keeping.

He then turned towards me and asked in gruff voice “Everything ready for the hunt? ” I nodded firmly and then sat on the edge of the bed to wait for my elder brother Dean.

“Your brother should be back by now, why is it taking him so long?”

“Maybe he went to a shop which sells brains” My father looked at me with an angry expression on his face.

“Y/n, listen this non serious attitude, joking about every little thing will not work. You are a hunter, you are supposed to be serious, mature, not have this childish, ridiculous attitude. Grow up y/n” I felt the tears burn in my eyes but I could not let them drop, knowing that this will give my father another opportunity to critize me. I nodded my head in obedience and whispered in a cracked voice, “Yes Sir” My brother chose to show at that very moment, and with the way his grin dropped I knew he could pick up the tension in the room. “Dean, you are back”, my father stated. “Yeah, I am sorry I am late sir, the were not allowing us to take the vehicle out of the parking lot for some reason so I had to wait” “Never mind, your sister has packed and hopefully kept all the weapons in the bag, so let’s not delay any longer and just kill this damn thing” “Yes sir” my brother and I responded in perfect sync. “I just need to use the washroom sir, I will be come out in a second” My father nodded at Dean and extended his hand to take the car keys from him, he then walked out the front door of the motel. I was close behind him but my brother grabbed my wrist and turned my body so I could face him. “What the hell happened? ” “Nothing Dean” “Really because I can see that you were crying and not too mention like really quite” “Dean, you came in like 5 minutes ago, what the hell do you want me to say!?!” “Did he say something to you? ” “No! ” But the way I had replied,the quickness in the answer and my green eyes shifting from his identical ones was all the proof Dean ever needed. “Sweetheart, just because Sam is not here doesn’t mean you hide things from me, I can help you but just tell me what the bloody hell happened” I sighed heavily and said, “We are getting late, Dad will be mad at us”. So I picked my bag and swung it over my shoulder and walked out of the door. Dean’s POV I know that something has happened, I know dad must have said something, lately he has been too hard on her. The entire car ride had this tense environment and my little sister was sitting too quietly. She was hurt and I hated that she was feeling such emotions this also made me extremely angry at my father. I hate it when he hurts her, I hate seeing her hurt. She is my entire life, I love her. How dare my father hurts her but I know that I can’t say a word against him so I keep my mouth shut. “okay, listen to me werewolf is somewhere here, keep a look out and be very attentive, I don’t want mistakes, Dean it is your job to protect her ” my father instructed this and started to walk on the other side of the deep words. Y/n and I walked around, my mind kept wandering back to my sister who was hurting inside and my blood seemed to boil every minute when I tried to imagine what he would have told her. So lost in my thoughts I was that I didn’t notice the werewolf which was trying to attack me. “Dean watch out!!!! ” I heard y/n yell but the werewolf was too fast and I could not shoot it in the heart, but then I also felt a sever shove which was given to me by my sibling and had me falling to the ground. I looked up and saw that my baby sister had pushed me out of the way and had put herself in harm’s way. The werewolf got more pissed when y/n tried to shoot it but couldn’t, I saw with bewilderment when the monster slashed my little sister’s arm and threw her in the tree. “Y/N!!!” I screamed and picked up my gun to shoot it, but as soon as I picked up my gun, the werewolf was shot in the heart and fell down on the ground dead. I turned back around and saw my father with a furious glare on his face, I didn’t care much about it as I rushed to my little injured sister. I reached her and saw that her head was bleeding slightly but it was the arm which worried me because it had so many deep cuts which were bleeding profusely. I carefully put her head on my lap and carded my fingers through her hair. “Dean, my arm hurts a lot ” she sobbed and my heart clenched at the sight of her in pain but I had to be strong. For her. “Shhhh sweetheart, don’t worry we will get that arm fixed and everything will okay. Aren’t you brave little girl, I promise nothing will happen to you. Shhhh don’t cry” She tried to but she could not stop crying. So I picked her up gently at which cried a little but I soothed her. I turned towards my father who still wore the furious expression on his face. When we got home, dad fixed up her arm and gave her some medicine for the pain. I couldn’t help but feel guilty, had I been paying attention this would not have happened. My little sister got hurt because of me. “How did this happen?” an angry voice which belonged to my father interrogated me, I glanced at my little sister who was propped on the bed with a scared expression on her face. “I wasn’t paying attention sir, I am sorry” I answered in my obedient voice. “Sorry will not fix your sister’s arm boy, look what happened because of you, she could have died, you irresponsible, ridiculous boy. Had I not come in time both of you could be Dead. This is outrageous, you have one simple job Dean Winchester watch out for your sister, and you can’t even do that. Today you are not only a bad son but a cowardly brother” The whole room was silent after my father’s cruel words, I felt weak and pathetic and yes a cowardly brother too. “You son of a bitch” I heard a female voice which belonged to sister, she was off the bed and was facing my father in that moment I can say she looked fearless. “What did you say young lady? ” “I said you son of a butch. How dare you speak to my brother like that, how dare you call him a coward. You have no right or authority to say that to him” “ I am your father, I have every right” “You called my big brother, my hero, the man who raised me since he was 8 years old a coward. He is anything but a coward, he made a small mistake tonight but that doesn’t mean it’s the end of the world, he is human please let him be one, and I think the only coward in this room is you and no one else” What happened next was absolutely unbelievable, my father raised his hand and hit my baby sister so hard that she fell the ground. “DAD!! ” I yelled at him and grabbed him by the collar. “You can do whatever you want with me, but if you raise a hand at her, I will not be responsible for my actions now get out! ” My father took his bag and went outside, I looked at my sister who was still on the ground sobbing her heart out. I picked her up and carried her to the bed. “Shhhh baby, it’s okay, don’t cry it’s okay ” my little sister looked up with tears in her eyes which were spilling on her cheeks. I ran my hand down her back to comfort her. “ I am sorry, I am so sorry, I couldn’t control it, he was attacking you and I could not help it De. You are not coward Dean, you are a hero, you deserve the world and what he said was horrible” at this she started to cry more. I sat on the bad and put her in my lap, so her head was against my chest, I started rocking her to soothe her. When she called me her hero and told me that I deserved the world, I felt loved . My baby sister was protecting me so I kissed her head softly and spoke to her. “ listen baby, thank you for standing up to dad for me you know no one has done that for me, but don’t put yourself in harms way, I physically can’t see you get hurt, you are my little baby sister and I love you and want to protect you, so next time just sit quietly don’t worry about a thing,okay” “ But you are my big brother and I can’t stand by and watch while the world hurts you, I am sorry but I can’t, I will protect you from everyone who tries to hurt, sorry you just have to live with that fact” I looked down at my little sister with tears glistening in my eyes she smiled at me and brushed those tears which managed to make it down my cheeks. I took her hand in mine and kissed it I then kissed her forehead and saw that her eyes were fluttering that means she was getting sleepy so I rocked her until she feel asleep and then put the blanket around us keeping her arm secure, we were both fast asleep, with my baby sister snuggled into my side. @winchesters-favorite-girl @dreamin-of-somewhere-else @u-snavi @straightasdeanwinchester @nickiwinchester97 @blacktithe7 @percussiongirl2017 @peachwizard @spnsisimagines

It's my job as well

Characters - sister readerx Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (mentioned) , john Winchester (mentioned) Warning - swearing, angst (I guess), fluff(i think) Hey this is my first fanfic/imagine/whatever it is called do tell me how you like!! “y/n!” Dean called out my name in a tone of annoyance “y/n!!, where the hell are you. We were supposed to leave like an hour ago!” I came out of my room with both my brother"s bag as well as mine. “you know that you are required to take your clothes when you go hunting right? Because I am not spending the next week sitting next to a smelly, grouchy Dean”. My elder brother raised his eyebrow at me and I gave him a wide grin which as I am on countless times told resembles his. “Just get your ass in the car, we are already late and Sam is not even here with us which means it will probably take us ages to figure out what the hell we are dealing with”

“You mean it will take YOU ages, I on the other hand am considered Winchester brain part 2” I sassed back at my brother who rolled his eyes at me and walked towards the garage to sit in his beloved car, I followed him and sat in the seat which is usually dominated by other elder brother Sam.

“alright, let’s get this show on the road!” I did a little happy dance and then saw my brother staring with an expression which clearly stated that he was not amused.

“any particular reason why you are so happy kiddo?” he asked while starting the car.

“I just never get to sit in the front the seat and I must say life is better when you are in the front seat” My brother shook his head and smiled at me. “as long as you don’t want to sit on my seat, I think life is good”

“Well.. I wouldn’t mind” “just shut up and enjoy you front seat life as long as you can and maybe I will let you pick the music if you don’t whine about sitting on my seat”

I scowled at my brother but then the corner of my mouth turned upwards and I started making faces at him. The entire ride was filled with the two of us joking, making fun of each other and talking about all things crazy. For those who don’t know ; my brother is everything to me.,I love him more than anything else in the world he gave up his entire childhood to raise me and Sam. My father John Winchester was never around he was too busy fighting monsters and looking for my mother’s killer. So Dean was given the responsibility of raising me and Sam, he is fiercely protective over me, he has fed me, taught me raised me and that is why I feel bad because he never got the childhood he deserved or the life so when I was around 10 and my brother around 21 I decided that I would try and become independent and won’t bother him anymore because he deserves the world and I wish I could give it to him.

A few days later “it’s a wendigo” I declared. Dean looked up from where his head was buried in the enormous book.

“you sure? ” he asked and I nodded my head still looking at my notes.

“well that means we are going to woods, we should get some sleep and we will make a move at around 11:30 at night. Sound good? ” I looked up at him and smiled, he patted me on the head and smiled back.

I went to the washroom to change in some comfortable clothes and when I got back I saw my brother fast asleep on the bed, I took the blanket from the edge of his bed and covered him up with it, I then removed his shoes and gave him a small kiss on the head, I then went to my bed and was out like a light.

Dean’s POV I woke up at 10:30 and ran a hand down my face, I looked over to the other bed and saw my baby sister fast asleep with her blanket on the ground, I then noticed the blanket around me and realised that my shoes had been removed. I shook my head and smiled, my little sister, the kid I raised. God I love her so much and especially the little things she does for me ,they make me feel so loved. I see it in her eyes that she genuinely tries to make things easier for me, so that I am in comfort.

I get up from my bed to pick up her blanket when I hear her whimper softly in her sleep. I study her face and when she whimpers again, I realise she is having a nightmare, so I cover her with a blanket and sit on the edge of her bed and gently run a hand down her back.“shhh sweetheart, go back to sleep, I will wake you up later” she settles down and I place a small kiss on her head. I watch her sleep contently and then I get up to pack equipment for the hunt.

Y/N’s POV I wake up to someone shaking me, “rise and shine shorty”. Obviously it my big, sleep snatcher brother, I grab my blanket and put it over my head. I hear my brother laugh at me and suddenly my blanket has been snatched from, I get up and scowl at my brother.

“sorry idiot, but we really need to leave, so come outside in 10” He walks towards the door and then turns back around “I know we are hunters and we should be prepared to not only kill but even scare the monsters, but even I think it is really cruel for the wendigo to see your hair in that state, the poor thing might just kill itself.” he says and then quickly runs out of the door before the pillow which I launched can hurt.

“so listen, this hunt is a little more dangerous than our normal salt and burn.just don’t be scared but if you are in trouble save yourself don’t worry about killing it ,okay” I nodded at my brother and both of us went our separate paths.

I was walking in the thick woods, trying to find this sneaky wendigo when I heard my brother shout, I ran as fast as my legs would carry me and saw that my brother was on the ground and his weapon was nowhere near him, as the website was advancing towards my brother, I picked up my weapon and shot the wendigo, which did nothing but piss it off, the monster growled towards me and then slashed me in the stomach I heard a faint “No!!!!” from some corner of the universe but I had blanked out. I woke up in a white room, my arm had a IV in it, I turned my head to see that Dean was sleeping with his head on my bed and my hand firmly grasped in his, I took my other hand and ran it through his hair. He woke up in an instant and looked at me with red eyes which held deep emotions. “hi” I croaked as my throat was extremely dry. “hi” my brother replied back and he moved forward to kiss my head several times. He sat back down in the chair and called for the nurse who came in a jiffy. “hi sweetie, how are you feeling?” she asked me politely with a smile. “just a little sore and groggy” “don’t worry in a few hours you will feel much better, your body has gone through a lot so I want you take plenty of rest and in a few weeks you will be fit again” then she turned towards my brother and told him"just keep an eye on her and take care of her she will be right as rain" Dean smiled at her politely and nodded. She then left the room soon after. “are you okay, did it hurt you? ” my brother looked at me with stern eyes and just nodded sadly. “what"s wrong? ” My brother looked at me with tears in his eyes.“ I am so sorry, you should not be in this bed, you almost bleed out in my arms and it’s my job to protect ,to take care of you sweetheart but now you were hurt because I couldn’t kill the wendigo the first chance I got, and I almost lost you, I can’t do that” my brother put his hands to rub the tears out of his eyes. I caught hold of his hand rubbed the tears off his cheeks. “you have no idea how wrong you are, Dean you saved me I would have bled out and died. You are my hero Dean but that doesn’t mean it is not my job to take care of you, it is my job as well, I love you big brother so thank you for saving me” Dean got up from his chair and sat on my bed he carefully gathered me in his arms so my back was against his chest. He put his head against mine and smiled I turned my head to give him a small peck on the cheek, he smiled wider at that and said. “I love you little sister I will always protect you ” @straightasdeanwinchester @dreamin-of-somewhere-else @spnsisimagines @blacktithe7

Dating Sam Winchester Would Include:

- You two met when you were both at the same library researching the same case. - Your eyes were immediately drawn to him and his were drawn to you. - You two kept to yourselves though until you both reached for the same book. - This resulted in the two of you having a conversation and you both let it slip that you're hunters. - Instead of one of you telling the other to lay off the case, you decide to work together. - This irritates Dean, but Sam talks him around. - Sam and you share the same values. - This leads the two of you to get on really well. - You start dating him just after the researching portion of the hunt is over. - You both read to each other often usually while cuddling. - He often voices his concern about losing you and then you remind him that that's never going to happen because you're careful AND you have him and his brother to watch over you. - You, Dean, Cas, and Charlie become BFFs. - Winchester movie nights because yes. - You two manage to convince Dean that Team Free Will needs a dog. - This "convincing" was done by bribing him with the promise of him receiving pie at least once a week. - You and Sam exercise together a lot. - You two are the definition of couple goals. - Him skipping hunts when you're ill to take care of you because you're his world. - He tries to get you to incorporate more fresh produce into your diet, although he realizes it's difficult with the hunter lifestyle. - You move into the bunker with them. - You both cuddle a lot. - Sam and you watch a lot of television and films together. - Apart from handholding and occasional cheek kisses, he isn't huge on PDA. - Once away from prying eyes, he's super passionate though. - His favorite place to kiss you is on your forehead. - He gives great hugs. - You both write each other love notes. - Dean is simultaneously you and Sam's number one shipper and semi-disgusted with all of your sickly sweet behavior with him. - He's truly happy though to see his brother in a relationship again. - You and Sam are practically inseparable. - Sam purposely places important objects high up on shelves so he has an excuse to help you. - You two end up getting married and it's all sweet and adorable. - Sam and you do end up having children and you two manage to give them a mostly normal childhood. - They call Dean "Uncle Dean" and Cas is "Uncle Cas". DISCLAIMER- I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters. I also do not own you.

Dating Dean Winchester Would Include:

Warnings- There is mention of an injury (no real description though), some arguments (none of them violent), and a one-night stand is mentioned as well. Apart from that, it shouldn’t upset anyone.

- You and Dean met while you both were researching for a hunt disguised as FBI agents. - You two were both super confused at first before figuring out the other was a hunter. - After some arguing between you and the Winchesters, it became clear that you’re all too stubborn to leave so you may as well work together. - Your stubbornness causes you to clash with Dean. Sam mostly rolled his eyes in the background while you two fought. - This tension soon led to a one-night stand. - You all continue to bicker after this. - Sam storms away and leaves you two alone to research and sort through your issues. - While researching, you and Dean get to know each other. - This leads you to realize that he isn’t quite as mean and cocky as he would have others believe. - He discovers that you’re quite an accepting and open person actually and don’t like to pick fights. - You go over how you got into hunting and that causes you to realize just how similar the two of you are. - Sam returns, satisfied that you two are getting along now. - Later, during the hunt, Dean gets injured. - This leads to you flirting with him to try to keep him conscious long enough to get him somewhere safe enough to treat his wound. - Your talk with him escalates and you promise him a date when he heals, thinking that he wouldn’t remember. - After the hunt is resolved and Dean is patched up, he asks about that date. - And so, your relationship began. - He is super protective of you. It can get really irritating sometimes. - Really. It’s to the point where he tries to convince you to stop hunting and live in the bunker 24/7. - You but sing loudly to his classic rock music together. - He lets you drive his car sometimes. - You two trust each other a lot. - He’s huge on PDA. Anything from hand-holding to make-out sessions is okay for him in public. - You both love to cuddle. - You both alternate who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon. - Whenever you have a nightmare, he’ll just take you in his arms and listen to what happened in your dream. He’ll then reassure you and offer extra training time to try to prevent whatever happened from occurring. - When he has a nightmare, you do the same. - You lessen his insecurity by reminding him how important, intelligent, resourceful, heroic, loyal, and loved he is. - You’re both super proud of each other and constantly trying to one up each other’s supportiveness. - For example: You’ll mentioned how he cut off those vamps’ heads in one clean blow and he’ll counter with mentioning how artful your decapitation was of that alpha you all had encountered. - If you get injured in any way during a hunt by someone, he’ll step up training with you and go over the situation again and again. - Even after you have gotten it right six times over and are 100% confident in your ability to avoid the scenario. You eventually have to call Sam in to let Dean know that it’s okay now. - So many ‘I love you’s. - You bake him a lot of pies. - Particularly after arguments. - Speaking of arguments, they’re frequent and often involve some yelling. - They never escalate beyond that though as you both love each other very much. - You two make up very shortly after your arguments as you both love each other too much to stay away. - You become BFFs with Sam, Cas, Crowley, Charlie, and Kevin. - Dean and you still flirt a lot with each other and sometimes will say cheesy pickup lines to make the other laugh. - You love it when he cooks. - He loves it when you cook. - You both cook and bake together super often. - This usually involves some level of food fights and other immature but immensely fun activities. - You both love each other to pieces and are happy to have found a balance between an “apple pie life” and hunting.

DISCLAIMER- I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters referenced in this post. You own you. Please don’t sue me.

Being BFFs with Crowley Would Include:

Warning: There's a curse in here. It isn't a terrible one though. No worse than what you would hear on the show. - You met him when you were a Hunter and he was still a crossroads demon. - You were going to kill him, but instead you got on really well and just started ranting about everything together. - Next thing you know, you're eating lunch in Hell with him. - Supporting each other, but not always agreeing with each other. - You'd be his advisor. - You'd have your own smaller throne next to his throne in Hell and you'd both quip to each other on every subject that was brought up. - You aren't necessarily a demon or evil. You probably could be considered morally ambiguous though. - This morality of yours makes Hell a slightly less, well, Hellish place. - At first, this led to criticism of Crowley's reign but he quickly shut it down by torturing and then killing all who spoke ill of you and your effect on him. - People, angels, monsters, and demons are so terrified of you. - Partly because you're a badass on your own who can kill them, but also because of Crowley keeping tabs on you. - They won't even touch you because they know you two would come for them. - You convince Crowley to cooperate with the Winchesters more by explaining how it is in his and Hell's interests. - Juliet and his other Hellhounds love you. - He gave you two little Hellhound puppies that you can actually see. - You recognize Crowley deserves to be loved and you do love him. - And you give him so many hugs. This secretly really makes him happy. Although he acts like he's bored for the most part during them. - If you date anyone, you can bet that they have been thoroughly vetted and will never hurt you. - You and Crowley both enjoy drinks with tiny umbrellas and pitchforks in them together. - You enjoy making puns with him about Hell. - He teaches you different languages. Some are dead but that just makes them mean that much more to you. - You're next in line for the throne. - He frequently becomes really upset and you always can calm him down. - Taking pictures of you two acting overly enthusiastic together in ridiculous outfits in different locations. You have so many of those pictures. - Whenever someone pops up to attempt to uproot his position, he makes sure that you're well-guarded as well. - You two are excellent problem-solvers together. - The Winchesters are simultaneously grateful for your friendship and enraged by your friendship. WARNING- I do not own Supernatural. None of the characters mentioned are mine and you are owned by you. Please don't sue me.

FYI-

I’m super sorry if the quality of my Would Includes are down and that I haven’t posted any actual proper stories yet. My health has been pretty terrible as of late and I’m starting to become really stressed due to it. This week was filled with doctors’ appointments and physical therapy so I’m rather tired. The next few weeks will have quite a few appointments as well. :( I hope you all understand. I will try to post a Would Include tonight or tomorrow of some variety but I don’t know who I’ll do yet. Please send in a few requests! I could use some inspiration.

Being a part of Team Free Will would include:

WARNING- There is one curse word in this. -Living and traveling alongside the Winchesters. - Whenever Sam and Dean get into stupid arguments or begin to act childish, you're the voice of reason. - You are BFFs with Cas. - Sam and Dean are like your brothers. - No one is allowed to flirt with you or they will have to deal with the boys. - You're a total badass. - You also are incredibly knowledgeable on reasonably obscure monsters. - The whole "There ain't no me if there ain't no you" deal is extended to you. - Having to explain various human body processes to Cas. - Cas trying to understand periods is especially hilarious. - Singing along to the classic rock that is so often blared in the Impala. - Whenever you have the chance, you bake a really lovely pie. Be it pecan, apple, cherry, or otherwise. - This pretty much makes you Dean's favorite person. - Pretty much 90% of your wardrobe is flannels now. - You have the best aim with a firearm. It's seriously impressive. - Cas and you watch Netflix together. - Getting an anti-possession tattoo. - Cas carving sigils into your ribs. - You're Castiel's favorite because of how patient you are with him grasping human concepts. - When you die, you definitely come back because you are just as incapable of staying dead as the boys. - You cut your hair short so that it is more efficient and less of a liability in combat. - This leads to Dean giving Sam more trouble over his longer hair. -You actually are quite close with Death as you recognize the importance of order in an otherwise chaotic world. - You actually remember to prioritize human life and often remind the Winchester's to keep in touch with their humanity. - You're really the best hunter due to this and they know it. DISCLAIMER- I do not own Supernatural or Netflix. The quote is not mine; it is from Supernatural. You are you. Nothing is mine; please don't sue me.

Voodoo Doll

Imagine: Dean Winchester doesn’t believe that he can truly fall in love with someone. Even after catching up with you, an ex-hunter, he can’t help but deny his growing feelings as some magical sham. He can’t care for someone as he does you, right? Word Count: 5k

I don't even like you, why d'you want to go and make me feel this way?  And I don't understand what's happened, I keep saying things I never say.

"What is she doing here?" Dean asked Sam. He sent his brother a quick glare as you waved in their direction before returning to the bookshelves.

"Y/N offered to help us with this case," Sam told his brother. "Be grateful; she flew in yesterday. Give her a break."

The two silenced themselves as you approached them. You grinned stupidly as you proudly held up a pile of books. "I got those books you asked for Sammy," you declared, brushing a stray lock of hair out of your (Eye Color) eyes.

Why are you still here talking to us? Dean thought. Sammy and I need to get going on this case. You're distracting m- us. You're distracting us.

"His name is Sam," Dean told you sternly. "Ever thought of using it?"

Rolling your eyes, you shot the hunter a grin. "Like you're one to follow rules, Winchester," you joked. Adjusting your coat, you glance out the shop's large windows. The snow was falling at a faster pace than it was before.

"I better head back to the airport," you informed the younger brother. "If I don't leave now, I'll be stuck in town with you morons until the planes are ready to go. Good luck with that 'test' loser."

You struggled to give Sam a hug. He laughed as you tried to wrap your arms around his midsection.

"You aren't even trying," he teased, watching as you groaned in frustration. Your grunts turned into squeals as Sam picked you up.

Rolling his eyes, Dean watched the two of you giggle with glee as you both messed around in the shop. People passing by ‘awwed' at your cuteness as you continued to act like fools.

"Are you guys done?" Asked the older Winchester as he looked away from the scene. Something about it left a foul taste in his mouth.

"Aww, someone mad I'm not giving him any love?" You teased cheekily. Sam let go of you, allowing you to approach Dean. You opened your arms wide and gestured to him. "Want a hug?"

"Pft, no!" Dean stated, crossing his arms. Unfazed by his rejection, you got your arms around Dean. The hunter could feel himself growing warm as you smiled up at him.

"Don't deny it, you love it when I hug you."

No, I absolutely despise it, I- Does your hair always smell this good? Dean thought.

Rolling his eyes, the eldest Winchester brother tried pushing you away. "Don't you have to be someplace?" He asked you.

With wide eyes, you pulled away. "Right! I have to get home!" Sam cleared his throat, catching your attention.

"I think you're a little late for that Y/N," he told you as he watched the heavy snowfall. "Snow's getting bad out there. I'm sure the airport's shut down by now."

The hunter glanced at the almost hidden Impala and grimaced. "Even the car's going to be a hassle today."

Dean scoffed at the thought of his baby being left out in the cold. But even he had to admit getting the vehicle out of the snow would be a pain in the ass.

The car quickly left his mind when he focused on you.

You had started to pout once you realized you couldn't leave town. It made Dean's chest hurt as he watched you try to come up with a backup plan.

"I think we got room for one more in the motel, Sammy. What do you think?" Dean asked his brother.

Your eyes quickly lit up as you looked between the two brothers. "You're serious?" You ask, crossing your fingers hopefully.

As Dean looks to Sam, he pretends to sigh as if he already regretted the suggestion. "If you don't like it, I can always change my-" The hunter struggled to catch you as you launched yourself at him.

"You guys are lifesavers!" You exclaimed as you did the same to Sam. The tallest of the brothers was more prepared as he caught you with ease. Dean tried to not pay attention to this.

Instead, he shrugged as if it was nothing before heading towards the shop's exit.

"Don't thank us yet. You still have to choose who you want to bunk with. We only got two beds."

I can feel you watching even when you're nowhere to be seen. I can feel you touching even when you're far away from me.

"How much longer do we have to stay in this crap town?" Groaned Dean. "It's been like a week and a half dude. I don't like it!"

The brothers had headed out to the local bar. The roads that led out of town were covered with ice. The locals told them it would be a death sentence if they even attempted to leave. Seeing as they already wrapped up the hunt a day prior (Vampire was imitating both a demon and a spirit) the Winchesters hit the town.

You had stayed back at the motel as you weren't feeling too well. Dean was reluctant to leave you by yourself, but you insisted. Now and then, he caught himself looking at the empty chair beside him.

"I'm an ex-hunter," you had told him. "I think I know how to take care of myself Dean-o."

"It's been four days, Dean," Sam chastised. "Besides, the weather forecast says it should be over by Friday. We just got to wait a day." The long-haired man chuckled as he took a swig of beer.

"Besides," he quickly added. "I don't think you'd mind much. You seem to be having fun sharing a bed with Y/N."

"What... What did you just say?" Dean struggled to ask.

Usually, if his brother said something that was in some manner of insulting, the hunter would verbally assault his ass until Sam didn't know what hit him. This time, however, the man was caught off guard.

"You heard me," Sam replied. "You like sharing a bed with Y/N."

"Do not!" Dean shot back.

Even as the words left his mouth, the hunter glanced around the small bar. He didn't want you to hear.

Wait, what the hell am I doing? Dean asked himself. You're not even here and you're still causing me trouble Y/N!

The bartender heard the Winchester's outburst and silently approached the two like a shark in bloody waters. She offered a flirty smile as her ruby red lips parted to reveal pearl-like teeth.

"Can I get you boys anything else?" She asked, looking towards Dean. The sibling smiled at her, nodding.

"Just a beer, please," he asked politely.

"Nothing else, hot stuff?" She asked, quickly batting her eyelashes at the hunter. Raising his finger, Dean fingered through the menu he still had.

It took him an extra second before he quietly set the laminated sheet down. "I'll have the seasoned fries," Dean told the girl. "With extra ketchup." Turning to his brother, he asked if he wanted anything. Sam shook his head slowly as he eyed Dean curiously.

"That'll be it, sweetheart," the hunter told the girl, giving her a small smile.

The bartender scoffed as she wrote everything down. Sending him a glare, she stalked into the kitchen and yelled at the cook to start up the fryer.

"Wow," Sam uttered as he watched his brother casually finish his beer. When Dean didn't respond, he went on. "I can't believe you just dissed that girl!"

"So what, Sammy?" Demanded Dean. "I'm not in the mood for shit like this. And besides, where am I going to take her? Not at the motel!"

"The car," Sam answered. "Her place. Some empty park. The alleyway. The-"

"I get it," his brother snapped. "I just- I'm not interested."

Chills suddenly went up the man's spine as he refused to look at his hand. It tingled painfully as he clenched his fist.

Dean could still feel you, his skin under your hand. It made him crazy not to touch you.

You woke up with a groan. The light of morning shot through the windows as it gently rested across the bed. Feeling a yawn rise, you try to stretch out your arms.

I say try because a certain green-eyed hunter refused to let you.

Glancing down at your waist, you see Dean's arm wrapped around you. Looking over your shoulder, you see said man resting against you peacefully. He looked so relaxed, it would have been a crime to wake him.

That still didn't change the fact that you had to go pee.

"Dean," you whisper. "Dean!" When he didn't budge, you poked his light scruff.

"Dean..." You whined pitifully. "I'm going to piss the bed if you don't get off of me!"

Sam, having just awoken because of your not-so-quiet yelling, had noticed your struggle and woke up his brother for you.

"DEAN!" Sam shouted.

Automatically, the hunter woke up. Using his reflexes, he threw himself over your body and held you close to his chest. His breathing grew erratic as he looked for signs of danger.

Sam couldn't help but laugh as he took in your flushed face. With slow movements, you gently tap Dean's bare bicep.

"Dean, I need you to get up," you tell him gently. He sent you a questioning look, but it quickly dawned on him what position the two of you were in.

Sending you a sheepish smile, Dean released you from his grip. Getting off of the bed, he rubbed the back of his neck.

"So..." He started nervously. "Anyone want burgers for breakfast?"

He touched you. Dean touched you and he loved it. The hunter wasn't exactly sure what to feel about it.

Love seemed like the right term. He didn't hate you. He wasn't disgusted by you. Definitely not.

Ugh, this was high school all over again. Just a big, giant pain in the ass.

"Shut up bitch," Dean sneered.

As much as he wanted to scream and cry, and just have a good old-fashioned fit, he couldn't. It was impossible.

Dean Winchester was inexplicably but deeply in love with you.

Tell me where you're hiding your voodoo doll 'cause I can't control myself. I don't wanna stay; I wanna run away, but I'm trapped under your spell.

"Think she has a hex bag or something?" Dean asked Sam.  

The snow cleared up in town, allowing you and the brothers to leave. You were going to continue with your original plans of going back home, but Dean offered you to stay with them.

You ended up quickly agreeing, but only after when they promised to drive you back home to get more of your stuff.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Sam asked. "You really think Y/N planted a hex bag? Just to make you love her?"

"Would you stop saying that!" Dean barked angrily.

In his burst of anger, he threw the clothes he had into the air. A stray pair of boxers landed on his head as he glared at Sam.

The youngest hunter backed down once he noticed how riled up his brother had gotten. "All right," he quickly stated. "I'll shut up."

Sending him a final scowl, Dean went back to searching his stuff. Clothes were scattered across the room as he went through his stuff.

After a while of finding nothing, Sam piped up once more. "I don't know why you think she planted anything. Y/N's a hunter. She knows better than to-"

He was suddenly cut off by a small object smacking him in the face. Using his reflexes, he caught the item before it fell to the ground.

"What did I tell you?" Dean demanded. With quick movements, he slipped on a fresh shirt before shouldering his way past Sam. Plucking the hex bag out of his hands, the older brother left the room and made his way to the one right next to it.

"Open up Y/N!" The hunter spat as he pounded on the door. It took him several times before it opened. Just as he was about to let all hell loose, Dean noticed what you were wearing.

"What was so important that you couldn't wait until after I finished showering?" You asked him, trying but failing miserably to keep your obvious anger out of your tone. Keeping a tight grip on your towel, you lean against the doorway, ignoring the droplets of water running down your back.

"I um..." Dean trailed off. He glued his eyes to yours as he avoided looking down. "You, uh... Left something in my... You gave me a, um..."

"Oh!" Your eyes lit up as he held up the cloth bag. "You found it! I was going to give it to you in person, but-"

"Wait," Dean cut you off, snapping out of his dazed trance. "You wanted me to know about your little hex bag?"

"Hex bag?" You question. Before he could explain, you laughed. The hunter stood there confused as you held your sides, careful to keep the thin cloth secured around your chest.

"It's... It's not a hex bag!" You told Dean after finishing your laugh. "It's just a poorly wrapped gift." Taking the bag from him, you slowly unwound the leather strap and show him the contents.

A silver bracelet shined under the high-noon sun. It glimmered as you brought it closer to Dean's face as you showed him.

"I got this for you a while back. Sam has one too, but I don't think he found his yet. An old priest had given these to me and I wanted you guys to have them."

"Oh," Dean said sheepishly. "That... That was nice of you." You couldn't help but laugh as you watched the hunter accept the gift.

"Why didn't you check it?" Before he could explain, you shot another question. "Did you really think I planted a curse on you?"

"Well- No! Of course not! It's just- Well, things have been- I don't want to talk about it!" Dean stumbled over his words. He looked as if he wanted to say more, but walked away, back to his room instead.

You watched as he disappeared inside and shut the door. It hurt to see him go, but you shook your head.

He probably had a good reason, right? You ask yourself. Something must've happened and- He's mad. No doubt about it.

With a groan, you shut your own door and return to the bathroom to continue your shower.

It hurts in my head and my heart and my chest, and I'm having trouble catching my breath. Won't you please stop loving me to death?

"How did you dumbasses convince me to come back to this bullshit?" You ask the brothers as you adjust your gear.

Over the years, you learned to wear certain things when going on hunts. The most important thing was to wear thick leather boots with an equally thick jacket. Your weapons rested snugly in their harnesses as you adjusted the knife in your boots.

"It's a mystery to me," said Sam as he chuckled in the passenger's seat. He looked over to his brother. "Got any ideas?"

"No," Dean replied quickly, suddenly focusing on the road. His hands moved soundlessly against the wheel as he pulled into an empty dirt lot.

As he parked the car, you glimpsed silver on his wrist. The sight of it brought a smile to your face.

Sam had shown you his golden one earlier. He loved it. And although Dean hadn't said it, you were sure he did.

"Besides, it's a ghost," Dean told you, adding on to the previous conversation. "It'll be as easy as pie. Nothing special."

With a scoff, you exit the car and head to the trunk. The boys follow you as you pop it open and grab things. "What are you doing?" Sam suddenly questioned you as you slipped rings on your fingers.

"Yeah, we ain't dressing up for anything fancy now," his brother commented. Ignoring their words, you adjust the jewelry.

"Salt filled cartridges are fun and all, so are crowbars. But wouldn't it be nice to physically hit one of these bastards?"

The boys look at each other curiously before staring at your fingers. They both recognize the dark gray metal resting upon your hands. Dean took one of your hands and inspected them. It was hard to hide your red cheeks, but the darkness of the night provided help.

"I will never understand why you would ever stop hunting with ideas like this," he told you quietly.

The blush disappears as you pull your hand out of the hunter's grip. "Is hunting worth losing those close to you?"

You say nothing more after you gather your things. The boys quickly suit up as you make sure everything was ready. They signal you with a quick pump of their shotguns. Sam quickly took the lead as he wandered into the woods.

"So this guy just lured people into his tiny little shack in the middle of nowhere and just killed them?" You asked Dean. You were trying to learn all you could about this last-minute case.

"Yep," the Winchester confirmed. "Sick freak. Rumor has it, he even ate some of his victims."

Shuddering, you glance over your shoulder to look at Sam. He sat in the back of the Impala to catch up on his sleep. Dean quickly asked that you sit next to him in the front.

"Cool, we have a cannibalistic ghost on our hands now. Great," you tell him sarcastically.

"You'll be fine," Dean told you as he pulled into the motel parking lot. Shutting off the car, he looked over to see you were still nervous. With smooth movements, he gently grasped your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

"Sammy and I,  we're here for you. Don't you forget that."

You kept repeating that in your head as the three of you encountered Franklin in his bedroom.

He had just captured his latest prey from a nearby campsite. You found him hovering over the girl's limp form with a knife in his hand.

Chunks of the poor soul were already gone. Franklin raised his weapon to grab another handful until Sam opened fire. The ghost disappeared, but you all knew it would be back.

You rushed to the girl's side as the brothers started searching the tiny house for something Franklin would be attached to. Your hands fumbled over her throat as you checked for certain marks around her neck.

Bruises in the shape of a chain rested on the skin all around her neck.

"He's got the chain!" You shout to the brothers.

In the report, Franklin used a welded chain to choke out his victims. Police never found said chain, but they suspected it was somewhere near the house. Guess the ghost got it back.

As a hunter, all three of you concluded that Franklin was connected to the linked metal, and that's what was keeping him here.

You could hear noises come from the other rooms, alerting you that the men were trying to draw out Franklin. You knew it wouldn't work.

Just saying considering he was standing right in front of you.

With a roar, Franklin outstretched his arms, his face red as a tomato. Using your reflexes, you ducked under his flailing limbs and aimed for his ribs. The dead farmer howled in pain as the iron contacted his... Well, disembodied spirit.

"I'LL KILL YOU!" He screamed, spinning around to make eye contact with you.

"Y/N?" Both Dean and Sam cried out at the same time. Footsteps rang through the tiny shack as they ran towards the room you were in. Franklin expected this immediately.

Just as the boys were going to come to your rescue, the bedroom door slam shut. A series of items flew in front of it, preventing any entrance. Cries of anguish could be heard from the other side as the Winchester brothers fought to break down the wooden slab.

Franklin turned around with a devilish grin on his face.

"Just you and me now, darling," he croaked out, quickly flashing forward.

"Hang on in there!" Dean shouted at the door. With another heave, he slammed himself against the thick object.

Pain shot through his nerves as he bounced off the slab. A hiss unconsciously left him as he tried again and again.

"We need to find the chain," Sam told his brother, grabbing him by the wrist. His fingers brushed against a warm metal, surprising him greatly. Instead of commenting on it, the youngest Winchester dragged him away.

The two rummaged through the shack, searching for anything that resembled the supposed murder weapon.

"It's not even here, goddammit!" Dean soon screamed, tossing a table across the room. The wood smashed against the wall, just another noise compared to the screeching in the other room. Without another word, he grabbed his .45 and shot at the door.

The bullets embedded themselves in the wood as he fired repeatedly. It wasn't until the soft clicking of the gun told him he ran out of bullets.

"Dean," Sam suddenly caught his attention. "Can you hear that?" Dean sent him a nasty look but listened quietly.

Over the sounds of angry bellowing and broken items, the boys heard you shouting. At first, it made Dean's heart clench until he connected the cries.

"Guys!" A loud crash. "Get the-" There was the sound of glass breaking. It made a horrible noise as it landed on the floor. "Necklace! Find it!"

A loud thump resonated against the door. The brothers knew what Franklin was doing to you. It only made them react faster.

"I think I saw a necklace in the other room!" Sam told his brother.

Not sparing a second, Dean pushed him out of the way and ran down the hallway. The room was a mess from its previous search. A glint of gray caught his eye as he looked over the floor.

"Start a fire, Sam," the hunter demanded as he grabbed the dainty chain. He heard the floorboards being ripped up as he too fumbled for his salt stash. They couldn't stop now. They were so close.

The smell of smoke caught Dean's attention. He looked at the growing bonfire with fury as he fisted the necklace.

"Die you son of a bitch!" He grunted before tossing the jewelry.

You couldn't find the will to scream anymore. It seemed impossible.

Franklin had just finished tossing you around like a rag doll and went in for the kill.

Moonlight flooded the room from the broken window as he hunched over you. His necklace glinted in the light as he leaned in close.

"Guess you're all alone now," he taunted, raising his blade dramatically. Just as he was about to bring it down, it fell out of his grip.

The ghost screamed in pain as he went up in flames. The knife fell beside your head as you looked towards the door.

"Y/N?" One of the boys called out. "You safe?"

Unable to respond, you watch as the door suddenly slammed open, knocking over things that were previously blocking it.

Dean ran in first with Sam right on his heels, his shotgun at the ready for the first sight of danger. He threw it to the side once he saw you were alone and rushed to your side.

"We should have never let you come with us," he told you quietly as he pulled you into his lap. "It wasn't worth it. Almost losing you."

With a cheeky smile, you half-heartedly smacked him in the chest. "I'm glad," you whispered, finding it hard to talk. Screaming took a lot out of you.

"If it wasn't for me, it would've taken you forever to find the necklace. Then you boys would look worse than me." The pain was slowly lulling you to sleep. It was so strong, you closed your eyes.

Dean smiled weakly. He can't help but press a kiss to your forehead. His eyes widened at his action but didn't pull away.

"You missed," you whispered quietly. The hunter barely caught the words, but they were too quiet to fully comprehend.

"What was that?" He asked. But you had already fallen asleep.

"It hurts Sammy," was the first thing you heard.

You tried turning towards the sound of the voice, but it was hard. Your bones felt stiff and your muscles ached with every movement. For now, you settled to listening to the voices.

"What does Dean?" Asked Sammy. The floors creaked as a heavyweight sunk into the bed you rested on.

"Every time I look at her, I can feel this... This indescribable pain in my chest. My head feels heavy and so does my heart. I can't breathe knowing she's like this."

A rough hand took yours and squeezed it gently. The course fingers and smooth palm let you know exactly which Winchester was holding you.

"Dean, it's only been a day. She'll wake up before you know it," Sam tried to console his brother.

"It might have been just a day, but a day is all you need to lose someone," Dean replied softly.

The brothers sigh. By now, you know that the two of them are shaking their heads hoping you won't succumb to their darkest thoughts. You would be okay.

Silence filled the room like a thick fog.

Neither Dean nor Sam made a noise. The only thing that alerted you of their continuous presence was the older Winchester's soothing grip.

Sam found the stillness to be rather deafening. Slowly clearing his throat, the hunter excused himself from his brother, quickly stating that he needed to pick up groceries before leaving. Soon it was just you and Dean.

You found your muscles slowly unclenching as you focused on Dean's touch.

"You don't know how badly I want to call you stupid Y/N," the hunter mumbled. "But I can't. Because I know your reasons were honest, and I appreciate that."

His breaths came out sharply as he tried gasping for air.

"I don't know what you've been doing to me but it's killing me to see you this way. I've..." The Winchester wheezed as the grip on your hand tightened. It quickly released once it grew too painful.

"It's hard to pretend I'm strong and all that when you're here, reminding me I could've done something. Something that would have prevented this. And I didn't."

Dean goes into a rant, complaining that it was his fault he let you join him and his brother and how he was an idiot to let himself get so close to you. It broke your heart to hear him put himself down, but it also brought you small hope.

He cared much more than he let on.

Ending his tirade, Dean sighed as he gave your hand a last squeeze before letting go. "I got to grab some things from Baby. Be right back."

Warm breath gently fanned your face, throwing you off for a second. Then it hit you.

Dean's lips pressed themselves against your forehead. They lingered a second longer than he liked, but you didn't mind. Pulling away, you repeated the words you told him a night ago.

"You missed," you mumbled cheekily, opening your eyes to little slits. You watch as Dean looked at you with a frozen expression, unsure what to do now.

"Y-you're... You're awake!" He stuttered. "You didn't- You were sleeping the entire time, right?"

"You missed Winchester," you repeat, ignoring his question. "How many times are you going to miss?"

"W-what?" Dean asked, still taken aback of your sudden awakening.

Rolling your eyes, you struggle to sit up. Seeing this, the hunter made a move to help you, but you pause. With a small grunt, you prop yourself against the headboard before looking up at Dean.

"These," you gesture, tapping your mouth, "are my lips. Do I need to put a sign so you don't miss them?"

Dean still looks confused, making you roll your eyes and grabbing the collar of his coat. Pulling him down, you slam your mouth against his.

At first, the hunter's unsure at the sudden contact. Seeing that he hadn't yet responded, you go to pull away until he had gently cupped your face and returned the favor.

The strong taste of whiskey filled your mouth as Dean softly kissed you back. Things grew heated as you tugged at him to pull off his jacket. He slowly pulled back with a chuckle.

"Calm down, you feisty thing," Dean teased. "You're still healing. Can't risk you hurting yourself again."

He presses another kiss to your forehead as he smirked cheekily. "You'll be the death of me, Winchester," you told him, leaning back into the motel bedsheets.

"I could say the same about you, babe," he replied.

Unconventional

Summary: Dean and Y/N are on their very first vacation together. Unfortunately, Dean forgot his swim trunks at home. Y/N finds an alternative that leads to some fun for both of them.

Pairing: Dean x female Reader

Category: Smut, fluff, angst, 18+

Word count: 5.6k

Warnings: Spoilers for the season 15 finale, explicit sexual content, some dom!Dean, oral sex (both male and female receiving), 69, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), choking, cum shot, cursing, the Rhonda Hurley story

Square filled: Wedding @spnmixedbingo​ 

A/N: This story contains smut! Do not read if you are under the age of 18! I wrote this for @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone​‘s Make-Me-Horny challenge. Congratulations again on reaching this wonderful milestone ❤ I hope you like my contribution to your challenge! 😊 In the gif that I received, the man has longer hair. So, I decided to let Dean grow out his hair for this fic 😉 You can see the gif in the according scene down below. Dividers by the talented @talesmaniac89​ 😊

Dean Winchester Masterlist

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“Find anything?”, Dean asked, his gravelly voice bouncing off of the hotel room walls.

“Yup,” Y/N replied, kicking the door shut with her sandal-clad foot. She was holding a paper bag, her eyes twinkling with a hint of amusement. “They didn’t have a lot of variety, so… Don’t get mad.”

He arched an eyebrow at her, snatching the shopping bag from her hand. After taking a single look inside, his face was quick to fall. “What’s that supposed to be?”

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The Hookup Henley

Summary: Dean is struggling with the Mark of Cain. Y/N, his best friend, wants to make him feel better. Will she succeed? What happens when the mark takes over?

Pairing: Dean x female Reader

Category: Angst, smut, fluff, 18+

Word count: 5.1k

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, explicit sexual content, semi-public sex, penetrative sex, both protected and unprotected sex (Wrap it up!), MoC!Dean

Prompts: 

“I’m too old for this shit.”

Night club

Dean’s green Henley

Square filled: Friends with benefits @spnmixedbingo 

A/N: This story contains smut! Do not read if you are under the age of 18! I wrote this fic for @libre1rose8 300 Follower Celebration! Congratulations again, my friend! 💕 You deserve every single follower and so many more! 😘 I hope you enjoy my contribution to your challenge (that totally took on a life of its own) 💗 Dividers by the talented @talesmaniac89 😊

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“Come on, Dean, just try it! For me. Please?”

Dean tossed his head back, sighing in exasperation. “I’m too old for this shit.”

Y/N walked into his bedroom, coming to a halt in front of him. The older Winchester brother was sitting on the floor, leaning back against his bed, a stack of books and papers settled in his lap. Y/N placed her hands on her hips, gazing down at him with her tongue stuck between her teeth.

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Sweet Fantasy | Dean Winchester

GIF by born-to-be-his-baby88

(gave myself an actual pat on the fucking back for finding this gif like y'all are gonna see how perfect it is in a second!)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem! reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Summary: Dean won't eat his vegetables...until you offer to cash in on a very recent fantasy of his, that is.

Warnings [18+ MINORS DNI]: P*rn w/ some solid plot action actually, a bit of domestic fluff sprinkled in, reader and Dean are married (don't know if that's a warning but you should know?), reader dresses up in a sexy Zorro costume with the hat and mask included, handcuffs (Dean receiving), mentions of a safeword but not used, fingering/masturbation (reader receiving), oral sex (brief Dean receiving), a whole lotta teasing (Dean receiving), p in v sex (cowgirl, missionary), unprotected sex (wrap your willy before you fuck her silly!), dirty talk, switch! Dean, switch! reader, very vocal Dean, brief choking (Dean receiving), creampie.

A/n: Hey! Sorry for disappearing for 3 months again...So classes finished almost 2 months ago and I've been wracking my brain about what to post. I tried finishing some of my drafts and it just wasn't working for me idk. Then, like any normal person, I was randomly watching some SPN bloopers this morning and it got to a scene where Dean said sometimes he wants to get spanked during sex by a girl wearing a Zorro mask and my brain ran with that shit IMMEDIATELY. Now, I'm so sorry I couldn't actually write him actually getting spanked without it sounding corny and just wrong to me? But I did write all of this in 7 hours without stopping so I'm honestly proud of it regardless.

Enjoy...

It was a Sunday evening in the bunker, meaning you were responsible for dinner. With that task came the additional task of getting Dean to eat whatever vegetables you cooked without complaining and engaging in a rant that would end with him calling himself the “meat man”.

It’s not that you were concerned about Dean's weight or appearance, after 7 years of marriage you were confident that there was nothing in the world that could make you love Dean Winchester any less. But having a steady diet of beer, beef, and pie was a surefire way to kill any man of Dean’s age faster than any monster or demon.

And God knows you’d do anything to ensure he didn’t die before his time.

Hell, you have before.

Which is why you made Dean agree to eat a side of only vegetables with whatever meat he wanted at least once a week. This week it was string beans and sautéed mushrooms, aka his least favorite vegetable.

But you didn’t have the time to make the 45-minute drive to the grocery store earlier that day so he would have to deal.

Or you wish he would deal…

“Mushrooms? Baby come on,” he complained when you placed his plate before him.

“Hey, it’s all that was left in the fridge. Eat up,” you shrugged, placing a kiss on the crown of his head.

“You know, we could always do no vegetables,” Dean offered with a wide grin.

You chuckled and used a finger to squish his stubbled cheek. “You wish, Winchester.”

He sighed in defeat and turned to pick up his fork.

You looked to make sure Sam was out of earshot before leaning down to where your lips grazed Dean’s ear. “Tell you what, if you eat those vegetables I’ll do that thing you told me about…later” you whispered.

Dean’s eyes lit up immediately, “The thing?” he harshly whispered.

You nodded with a smile.

“Costume and everything?” He made a gesture with his hands.

“Yup, I’ve been hiding the costume for weeks.”

“I’m game” Dean agreed, digging into the mushrooms first.

You turned away to share your own plate with a smile.

“I’m gonna go grocery shopping later,” Sam announced as he sat beside Dean with his plate. He met your eyes, “Anything else you forgot to put on the list?”

“Yeah stop at the liquor store and grab me a bottle of red? I ran out,” you answered sitting across from the boys with your plate.

Sam grabbed a pen and a piece of folded paper from his pocket and added it to his list, “Yeah, no problem. What brand again?”

You swallowed a piece of your chicken with a smirk. “I’m sure you already know seeing as you’re the one who emptied the bottle to the very last drop,” you addressed Sam.

His pen slipped from his grip, his green eyes widening to meet your narrowed ones.

“You drink red wine?” Dean pointed at Sam in disbelief as a laugh rumbled in his chest.

“How did you know?” He asked you, ignoring Dean’s quip.

“I saw you passed out in the library clutching the bottle the other night.”

“Listen Dean finished all the beer and it was the first thing I saw,” he defended himself.

“Oh, you’re getting more creative with your excuses. I'm impressed!” You gushed, sarcasm evident in your tone, “What was it again last week? ‘Oh Eileen wanted to taste some’ " you mimicked his gruff tone causing him to roll his eyes and Dean’s laughter to grow louder. “-when we all know that Eileen is a white wine type of gal.”

"I-" Sam tried to come up with a retort but eventually gave up. “Whatever.”

“Yeah pick up 3 bottles this time in case Eileen wants a taste,” you replied with a grin.

“Three bottles?!” He exclaimed.

“You aren’t the one paying for it, genius,” you reminded him, referring to the unlimited card Charlie hacked for you all those years ago.

“Yeah but I’m gonna have to lug it up here,” Sam mumbled as he stuck his fork into his chicken.

Dinner continued mostly in silence with Sam thinking about the two lousy trips he’d have to make between his car and the kitchen once he returns with the groceries, Dean thinking about the reward he’ll be getting for the vegetables he’s actually grown used to eating, and y/n thinking about all the ways she’s gonna make Dean squirm later.

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Hours had passed since dinner and Sam was now on his way to the grocery store leaving just you and Dean in the bunker.

To say he was excited would be an understatement.

Dean first told you about this fantasy of his after a case you had months ago required you to take a trip to an adult costume shop to question the owner. It took mere seconds for the image of you in the very specific costume to cross his mind after laying eyes on the packaging.

You laughed at the idea when he told you and silently decided you would try and find the costume.

Of course, he didn’t believe you would actually indulge him but you were actually excited too. Costumes and toys weren’t new territory for you and Dean but they were few and far between with your unpredictable hunting schedules.

Dean now sat at the edge of your shared bed wearing pajama pants and a t-shirt waiting for you to return like you had promised.

But it had been almost 20 minutes since you left to get changed and his patience was wearing thin. He was seconds away from getting up and coming to see if you needed help or if you were even hurt.

Which you predicted would be the case.

So you had been standing out of sight by the doorway for less than a minute now waiting for him to try and leave.

“Damnit,” Dean eventually gave in to his worries and began to make his way to the door.

You smirked once you heard his determined steps drawing closer.

Dean’s eyes widened once you spun from your hiding spot against the wall to stand before him. “Looking for me?”

You watched his throat bob and his pupils dilate as he took in your full look.

Atop your head and face rested a sexy black Zorro mask and matching hat. You were also wearing a black sleeveless leather top that stopped in your midriff region and had strings tied between your breasts that allowed a whole lot of cleavage to be on display. The leather skirt that accompanied was low-waisted and stopped at your upper thigh, matching the black thong you were wearing beneath.

You had stretched the thin straps of the thong along your hips above the skirt for added flair.

In your right hand, you held a fake silver sword similar to the one Zorro held in the movies, and hanging from the left side of your skirt were two handcuffs ready and waiting to be used.

You were sex on knee-length boot-covered legs.

Dean felt himself growing hard already.

You bit your bottom lip at the way your husband’s eyes roamed your body, hoping the dark red lipstick covering it was as transfer and waterproof as the box advertised.

“You look...stunning,” Dean marveled. The model on the packaging of the costume didn’t come close to how it looked on your body.

Your heart swelled at the compliment before remembering the persona you had practiced for the night ahead. “Oh I know,” you took a step closer and leaned against the doorway. You pointed the sword in Dean’s direction. “Why are you still dressed, Dean?” you asked with furrowed brows and a smile.

A chuckle almost left your lips at the sight of Dean fumbling with his pant strings and tripping over his own legs to send the pajama bottoms flying over to a random corner while throwing off his t-shirt with record speed.

He stood before you in only his boxers, his enjoyment of your costume evident by the bulge in the center.

“Get on the bed.” You told him, your tone not excessively commanding but sexy enough to make him obey immediately.

“Yes ma’am,” he smirked, quickly sitting and sliding up to the headboard of the bed.

You walked further into the room and placed your sword down before climbing onto the bed and slowly crawling to where Dean sat. His green eyes followed your every move as you moved to straddle him, but not fully.

You then grabbed the two pairs of handcuffs attached to your hips and twirled them around your fingers. “How you feeling Dean?” you checked in, your hips hovering above his thighs, making sure to not touch his erection just yet.

“Oh, I feel great. Real great. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this great,” he nodded eagerly as you cuffed each of his hands to each bedpost, getting a face full of your boobs in the process.

"You sound nervous," you teased him, "Am I making you nervous baby?"

"Me? Nervous? Pfft!"

You scoffed, not believing him one bit. "What's our safe word?" you asked him gently.

Dean leaned forward as much as his restraints would allow to press a sweet kiss against your stomach. " 'Oklahoma', baby," he grinned.

You then let your clothed ass sink down on his covered erection. Dean groaned and tried to reach for your hips instinctively only to meet the restriction of the handcuffs. “I hope they aren’t too tight 'cause they’re gonna be on there for a while,” you nearly bust out laughing at the look Dean gave you.

“A while?” he repeated, dreading not being able to touch you at a time like this.

You shrugged, “If you behave I might change my mind.”

Before he could argue further, you leaned forward and connected your lips in a searing kiss. His breath was hot against your face as your lips drifted to his neck while your hands found themselves in his hair.

A breathy groan slipped past his lips when you nipped a specific spot beneath his ear lobe. “You’re so loud. Maybe I should’ve bought a muzzle,” you whispered in his ear teasingly, feeling his dick jump beneath you at your words. “I'll remember that next time,” you replied to his body's response.

“Baby, do you have any idea how amazing you look? ” Dean gushed, struggling against his restraints as you began to grind your hips against his covered cock.

You smiled and met his lips in a kiss once again. He slipped his tongue between your welcoming lips, allowing his taste to flood your mouth. You pulled away seconds later, nipping his bottom lip, and removed yourself from his lap.

He watched nervously, awaiting your next move while you scooted farther away from him along the bed. You slowly slipped off your boots, your confidence unwavering as you held Dean’s hungry stare.

He watched you use a hand to hold yourself upright before spreading your legs open to reveal the lace thong covering your already-drenched pussy. “Are you about to..." he trailed off, jaw clenched as he spoke.

"Hmm mhm. And there is not a damn thing you can do about it...except watch," you slowly removed your thong and threw it at Dean’s lap. He immediately became hyperaware of the feeling of the wet lace draped over his dick.

You slowly brought two fingers up to your lips and sucked them even slower to coat them in your saliva and give Dean a show before bringing them down to where you needed them the most. You began slow ministrations against your aching clit, pulling moans from yourself that made Dean impossibly harder.

He took a deep breath at the sight, imagining his own fingers parting your folds and rubbing at your swollen clit.

“You are a menace,” Dean laughed in obvious distress, licking his dried lips. He couldn’t handle watching you touch yourself without being able to touch you any longer so he looked away, swallowing harshly at the sound of your wetness against your fingers.

“Look at me Dean,” you mewled, continuing to rub your pussy in small quick circles. He turned reluctantly, watching as you slowly pushed two fingers inside your dripping hole. “See this, baby? It’s all for you,” you said, melting into a moan when your fingers grazed a spot inside you that drew your orgasm closer.

“I gotta taste you, baby,” Dean pleaded, “Open these and let me taste you, please,” he rattled the handcuffs against the bedposts.

The pure agony in his voice had your fingers and breathing speeding up and soon your climax was approaching. Dean’s breathing picked up in response. “Fuck, Dean I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, pressing a thumb to your clit while your fingers kept working inside of you to bring you to the edge.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Dean’s forehead as he watched you keenly. He bit his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, his self-control draining by the second.

Your eyes remained open and locked onto his, your moans growing louder and borderline pornographic. You were putting on a show and he was losing his mind.

“I’m cumming, fuck-“ you panted as your first orgasm of the night slammed into you and caused you to make a small mess on the sheets beneath you. Your body shook sporadically with aftershocks of your own work

Dean’s head hung low. “Jesus baby,” he huffed, his own voice strangled, “you’re trying to give me a heart attack aren’t you?”

You smiled as you crawled back up to sit on Dean’s lap, taking your thong and throwing them somewhere unseen. “Ehh maybe,” you replied coyly, straightening your hat and mask. “And since you behaved so well,” you reached a hand down to touch his clothed cock, “I think you deserve a reward,” you pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

Dean allowed you to pull his boxers off his body, watching you wrap a hand around his painfully erect cock. “Fuck,” he groaned at the feeling of your hand wrapped around him.

You slid down to where you could lay flat on your stomach between his legs and leaned down to briefly swirl your tongue around where precum was gathered at the tip.

“Take the hat off and look at me pretty girl,” Dean said.

You complied, throwing the hat off to the edge of the bed before diving down and licking his tip once again, but this time keeping your eyes locked onto his.

“Holy shit,” Dean groaned, his hips twitching upwards. You then opened your mouth and wrapped it around his length, slowly sliding down until your nose was nuzzled at the base, staying there for a few seconds before coming back up for air. “Hell yes, baby that's perfect,” he panted as you began sucking faster along his length, a few lone tears flowing from beneath the mask from the familiar stretch of his cock in your throat.

Your head continued to bob up and down Dean’s length for some time, drawing shallow moans of your name and grunts from him before you finally let up and pressed one last kiss against the side of his cock.

Dean’s chest heaved as you licked your lips and used a hand to wipe your face clean. “Goddamnit," he whined at your sudden stop, feeling his impending orgasm return to its hiding place.

You grabbed your previously discarded Zorro hat and placed it back on your head before hiking your skirt up to allow you more room to move your legs around Dean’s lap. “Can’t have you cumming before I’m done with you sweetheart,” you replied while untying the strings of your top and removing it.

The keys to the handcuffs dropped onto Dean’s lap from where you previously hid them in your top. You had honestly forgotten you put them there but it just presented yet another opportunity to get Dean all whiny and desperate, which was a rarity that you rather enjoyed.

“Oops would you look at that,” you exclaimed playfully, taking them up and dangling them in front of Dean’s eyes.

"Alright baby you broke me. Come on, just let me go, and trust me, I will make it worth your while,” Dean bargained with you.

"As enticing as that sounds," you paused and brought your hand up to caress Dean’s cheek before pulling him in for a sloppy kiss. You pulled away with a grin. “I love hearing you beg, so no,” you whispered against his lips.

Dean loudly groaned watching you gently place the keys down on the closest nightstand. “Shit,” he shut his eyes.

But they shortly shot open once you used a hand to grip his length and bring it between your dripping folds.

A pleased hum left your lips once the tip glazed your clit causing Dean to swallow harshly. “Aren’t you sick of teasing me,” he hissed.

Fuck no.

You used a free hand to grip the back of his hair. “Take a deep breath for me, Dean,” you told him, feeling his chest rise against yours soon after. And as it fell, you slipped his cock inside your entrance.

You slowly sank down onto his length until it was fully buried inside you, groaning at the welcomed stretch.

“I love those sounds you make for me,” Dean whispered against your lips.

“Oh you’re gonna be making some of those sounds too,” you smirked, clenching around him causing a sharp grunt to reach your ears.

You guided your hips up and down Dean’s length, riding him at a quickening pace. He jerked his hips upward to match your cadence drawing a gasp from your lips when his cock hit that spot inside you that had you seeing stars. “There you go baby,” Dean groaned, “you look so fucking good riding my cock.”

The hat and mask from your costume managed to stay in place as you slammed down on Dean’s cock repeatedly. And it was an image that he would never forget.

Your hand released Dean’s hair and instead found itself wrapped around Dean’s neck as you rode him faster. A whine that shot straight to your cunt escaped his lips when your fingers slightly tightened their grip around his throat.

You suddenly slowed down and instead began to grind your hips against his, moaning loudly when your clit grazed his pelvis. “I’m gonna cum again shit!” You threw your head back in obscene pleasure, releasing Dean's throat and holding onto his shoulders to steady yourself.

“Fuck yes. Use my cock to get off, sweetheart,” Dean urged you on before leaning forward to suck one of your nipples as best as he could.

This soon pushed you over the edge, your climax tearing a scream from within you as your hips faltered around Dean’s cock, your hat flying off your head once more. Dean relished in the way your cunt pulsed around him from your orgasm as well as the look of sheer pleasure that crossed your face at that moment. “You’re so beautiful,” he smiled up at you, meaning every word.

You kissed his forehead with a smile and reached for the handcuff keys. “I think I’ve tortured you enough,” you freed his right hand first, pressing a kiss against his wrist, then did the same to his left, “This is supposed to be a reward after all.”

Dean’s lips curved into a smirk at his newfound freedom. “Yes it is, sweetheart.”

A surprised yelp left your lips when Dean gripped your hips and flipped you onto your back. He grabbed your hat and placed it on his own head before sending you a wink. “And I’m not feeling rewarded just yet.”

You nearly came just from the sight of Dean hovering above you in only that hat. “We’re gonna have to talk about my sexy cowboy fantasy when we’re done here,” you raised a brow.

A low chuckle echoed from Dean’s chest. He reached up and tipped his hat in your direction, “yes ma’am.” He replied with a deep southern drawl.

Your pussy clenched instantly.

“That was hot as fuck,” you breathed.

“Thank you darlin’ “ he replied in the same accent with a wink.

You giggled before pulling him down for a kiss. He pulled away and touched the mask still wrapped around your eyes. “And thank you for doing this for me, baby,” he smiled down at you, “It was so so much better than I imagined.”

“It was definitely my pleasure,” you nodded happily, feeling his hands glide down your sides.

“Was?” He protested playfully. “The night is still young, sweetheart!” He threw your legs over his shoulder causing you to exclaim at the sudden move. He placed a kiss on each of your thighs and lined himself up with your entrance before entering you once again.

“FUCK” you cried out at the sudden intrusion, feeling your eyes well up with tears of pleasure in record time.

Dean pulled out and slammed into you once again, his grip on your legs tightening as he eased into a quick pace.

“YES-Dean holy shit,” you moaned, eyes quickly rolling to the back of your head and back arching up and off the bed as he fucked you with reckless abandon.

“How’s it feeling baby?” Dean said, bringing a hand down to play with your clit.

“So good, Dean, so fucking good,” you rambled, your skin buzzing with pleasure, “Harder, please, I'm almost there,” you found yourself begging.

“You gonna cum for me already pretty girl?” He sped up his slaughter on your cunt, "Maybe I should make you beg for it?" his voice was low and demeaning but only spurred you on more.

You shook your head adamantly while your hands fumbled around Dean's waist for a solid grip. So he simply released your legs and grabbed your hands before holding them down above your head, driving his cock into you even harder at this new angle.

“Dean!" you broke off into a strangled moan.

Dean’s lips attacked your open neck. “I wish we had neighbors so they could hear you screaming my fucking name,” he all but growled as the sounds of your moans and skin against skin plagued the air.

You came with a yell seconds later, your release coating Dean’s cock and the sheets. “That’s my girl. There you go baby,” he released your hands and held your face, guiding you down from your high.

Your hands gripped Dean’s hair harshly as you kissed his lips and his hips stuttered, his cum coating your insides soon after. You swallowed his grunts as his cock continued to leak and twitch inside you.

Broken pants befell both your lips in between sloppy kisses while your orgasms passed and your shared spend flowed between your legs. You eventually released his lips for air, “That was-“

“-Incredible,” he mirrored your thoughts, removing your hat from his head. Dean used a hand to remove your mask and brush a few strands of hair behind your ears once he moved to lie down beside you.

“Hi,” you grinned in awe of the man you called your husband. “Hey sweetness,” he grinned back, adoration evident in his deep green eyes.

Your cheeks flushed as he pressed a kiss against your forehead. He quickly grabbed his previously discarded t-shirt and used it to clean up the mess between your legs before throwing it in the laundry basket nearby.

You snuggled into his side once he returned to the bed.

“So uhh what was it you were saying about your cowboy kink?” Dean smugly asked after a few seconds.

“Goddamnit Dean,” you shamefully groaned into his side, gaining a chuckle from him.

ANDDD SCENE!

Hope it wasn't too bad seeing as I gave up on editing it like 75% through it.

Tbh I highly doubt more than 20 people are gonna see this because I have no idea how strong the Supernatural fandom's presence is on here, which also means that I don't know if anyone has used a plot like this one before so don't be afraid to let me know if that is the case and I will make changes as I see fit!

(Also let me know if you want a sequel one shot with sexycowboy! Dean and reader. Or feel free to make any other requests)

Reblogs, likes, and comments are ALWAYS appreciated :)

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It’s been a while...

Hi there! I’m Bee and I used to write a lot of fanfics and imagines. It’s been a few years since I’ve written anything and I would love to get back into it. That being said, I have a few stories now that are kind of back logged that I can throw out at you all at any given point. And I probably will.

I should also tell you I used to write a lot of YouTuber fics. But, have changed to characters from TV shows and movies, as well as Critical Role. Things that I want to write for include:

TV Shows ~

Peaky Blinders

Supernatural

Reign

Stranger Things

Movies ~

Marvel

Critical Role

I’m sure there are others and I will update this list when I remember them. But, for now this is what I’m offering or feel slightly comfortable with writing.

Hi there! I’m Bee and I used to write a lot of fanfics and imagines. It’s been a few years since I’ve written anything and I would love to get back into it. That being said, I have a few stories now that are kind of back logged that I can throw out at you all at any given point. And I probably will.

I should also tell you I used to write a lot of YouTuber fics. But, have changed to characters from TV shows and movies, as well as Critical Role. Things that I want to write for include:

TV Shows ~

Peaky Blinders

Supernatural

Reign

Stranger Things

Movies ~

Marvel

Critical Role

I’m sure there are others and I will update this list when I remember them. But, for now this is what I’m offering or feel slightly comfortable with writing.

I’m No Angel [Hunter!Gabriel x Fem!Reader] - Pt. 1

Pairing: Hunter!Gabriel x Fem!Reader, Hunter!Cas (Mentioned), Sam, Dean

Warning(s): slight blood, profanity

Word Count: 1626

Edited: 9/11/22

Summary: You were researching for the Winchesters at the bunker, helping them out on a case when a portal opens up in the library, shooting out a stranger driving a motorcycle.

A/N: I really enjoy the AU idea of Gabriel and Castiel being hunters instead of angels, now I have the inspiration to write them as hunters, your very welcome 😊😊😊.

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You were just reading up on several supernatural beings that had any similarities with what Sam and Dean were dealing with on their hunt, finding the monster they were facing was a Vetala, at least to what you could pin it down to be, in that moment, deciding to call up Sam to tell him the news, 

“Hey (Y/n), what do you have for us?” 

“Hey Sam, I have what I believe the creature your hunting is a Vetala, which explains why people are turning up dead in the woods, going off the trail and into the Vetala’s territory,”

“So we’ll need to gank the bastard with a silver blade, got it? This is great, and we’re going hiking too? What fun this will be,” you smirked at the sarcastic voice of Dean from the other end of the line. 

“I wish I could be out there hunting with you guys. I can take care of myself and kick the ass of whoever stands in my way.”

“We know how capable you are, but with everyone out on cases and Cas looking into how to bring Jack and our mother back, we need someone there to monitor things, someone has to be there in case they come back somehow,” Dean spoke, his voice lacing many truthful excuses of the reason you couldn’t hunt, but knew that it was only half the reason you couldn’t hunt. 

Sitting in what it felt like eternal silence only being five minutes, knowing full well Sam was giving him a glare to tell you a nice way of saying ‘No way in hell are you hunting’. Sam knew how much you wanted to go on a hunt, even just to stay in the motel room and research. Dean’s answer would never budge. 

“Thank you (Y/n), if we need any more help...” Sam was cut off by you speaking. 

“I’m right here to help in any way I can.” Saying your goodbyes before the call ended, you let out a sigh, how much you wanted to go on a hunt, how much you wished you could adventure with the Winchester to hunt a monster causing trouble, even if you were confined to the motel you were to stay at.

You knew Dean only kept you from hunting due to you being a part of this life that had not died yet, and Dean intended to keep it that way. You were suddenly pulled out of your thoughts by the light fire crackling, looking up to see that a golden portal had opened up, the golden slither you were all too familiar with when Jack was being born, now only on the other side of the table. Getting up from your seat as cautiously as you could, not knowing what exactly would pop out of the portal before you as you took slow steps around the left side of the table. Picking up your gun from beside a pile of books as you walked passed the end of the table,

A motorcycle came bursting out through to the front area of the bunker, causing you to jump back from the portal. Witnessing the person fall off it as the bike continued, slamming into the stone bunker wall.

THUD! CRASH!

You of course had all of your wits, not knowing how dangerous the person would be, keeping your gun in your (right/left) hand as you rushed towards the person, jumping slightly when the man moved to sit up, this causing your gun to be aimed at him as he reached for his gun.

“Don’t even think about it,” 

The man stopped reaching for his gun, looking up at you wearing his dark golden helmet through the heavily tinted visor, raising his arms up, hissing in pain as he rested his right arm to his side. You hear the hiss, lowering your gun slightly, gazing over at the motorcycle, seeing the damage it did before looking back down at the strange man who you believed to be injured. 

Deciding at that moment to help the stranger, putting your gun’s safety on and placing the firearm in the back of your pants before helping the stranger onto his feet. Your arm wrapped around his back as his arm wrapped over your shoulder as you escorted him to the infirmary of the bunker, getting him to sit on the bed. 

“I’m going to get some things from the cabinets. Stay seated,” you rushed over to the cabinets, getting all that you needed from the cabinet. You walked back to the man. Looking. up to see that he began taking off his helmet, however seeming to struggle to take the thing off.

“Here, let me help,” You spoke as you quickly came back with all you needed, placing them on the bedside gently before helping the stranger with his helmet, removing it to place it beside the man. 

“Thanks,” 

The man spoke finally, causing you to look at him, whiskey eyes staring back at your own (e/c) eyes,  briefly as you went back to the task at hand. Patching the stranger up.

“No worries, now, I need to remove the top half of your clothing to get to the route of the problem.”

A smirk flickered onto the man’s face before you

“What? Not even gonna offer me a drink first? I think that’s just extreme...”

“Do you want me to help you or not?”

The man became silent, nodding in compliance as you pulled the zipper down off his jacket before helping him pull the jacket off by starting with the arm that was perfectly fine before slowly yet surely pulling the article of clothing off him.

“What’s your name?”

You asked, hoping to help the man focus on something else besides the excruciating pain he felt shooting through his right arm.

“Gabriel,”

The name caused you to look at the man with a furrowed brow.

It can’t be…….Dean said he died

“I know, weird name, right? That’s my dad for ya, weirdest man in the family, also one of the most egotistical people you’ll meet. He gave myself and my siblings' weird names,”

“It's not that. It's just not what I expected it to be. Your dad must’ve been into the bible,”

Gabriel tilted his head to the left, confusion riddled all over his face at your statement, wincing slightly as you continued to sew him up. Once you were done sewing up Gabriel, you placed disinfectant on the wound before wrapping it up in bandages.

“There we go, all done,”

You put all the medical supplies away, put them back where you found them in the infirmary, and put what you cleaned the wound in the bin.

“Why would Gabriel be in the bible? From last I checked, it was Dean, Samuel, and Adam who were the three archangels.”

This statement had you baffled, 

Sam and Dean were archangels in Gabriel's universe? Oh dear.

“Well, ‌maybe in your universe, but here, they’re very much human. I only said that you were in the bible because in this universe, you’re an archangel,”

You, of course, left out the part about the archangel being dead, not wanting him to be too freaked out. Gabriel sat before you, completely speechless. His jaw had gone slack from the information as his mouth hung ajar. To you, this reaction seemed more or less calm than you expected it to be. You swore you would freak the fuck out at the information you just gave to the man before you. 

“I know this is a lot, trust me, when I found out about the supernatural, it was terrifying, I was completely freaked out at the idea of more to one universe, less so when I found out that this wasn’t the only version of reality Chuck created,”

“What? Pffft, nooo! I can handle this sort of information, not overwhelming at all. Not even when you just said my dad is the creator of the universe, that doesn’t frighten me, no way,”

Gabriel’s voice sarcastically spoke to you, hints of fear lacing his words as his face went from snarky to freaking out in mere moments. You eyed him with a worried expression.

“Do you need anything else? I really have little going on,” you spoke to him, hoping to get him distracted from his thoughts.

“I think…”

He trailed off for a moment before collecting himself, clearing his throat audibly.

“I think I’m just gonna crash here,”

“There’s a spare room that we have here in the bunker that I can take you to,”

And with that, he followed you to the spare room you mentioned, never uttering a word. Though you wanted to, he didn’t appear to really want to talk, not after what you had just revealed to him. 

Maybe I should have waited for Sam and Dean to get back.

Once you got to the room, you let him make himself at home, reminding him if he needed anything to come and find you, he simply nodded before entering the room, you walked down the hallway, back the direction you came, hearing the door click closed behind you as you walked back out to the library. Your gazed soon drifted over to the crash sight, seeing the damage easily from where you stood, letting out a sigh, knowing full well Dean would be pissed when he got back to see the damage that had been caused.

But there was the key problem that remained, a thought that had been brought forward once you could finally gather your thoughts. It was Gabriel’s wounds. They couldn’t have been from the crash, they had to have occurred beforehand.

“But by what?”

Or worse, by who?

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Hello all! hope you enjoyed the fic, had a ton of fun writing it and I am thinking of turning it into something more than just a one off thing due to the end of the story feeling more cliffhangery, but let me hear your thoughts on it? I would love to hear them!

Imagine. . .

... sacrifing yourself in order to save gabriel, the love of your life, at least that's what everyone believes ,

. ..but it actually being the only way to save yourself from the fate of becoming the bearer of the mark of cain.