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Magic Always Comes With A Price

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Requested - Yes -  Anon - can you do a Dean x reader getting together fic with prompts 54, 178,  76 and 200? Thanks.

Prompts -  54 - “Magic always comes with a price.” 178 - “Normally I wouldn’t be caught dead making a deal with you yet here we are…” 76 - “This place gives me the creeps.” 200 - “You’re in love with her.”

The hunt was going as well as it could be considering you three were dealing with a witch. You liked them as much as Dean did, they gave you the creeps but this one was killing men. You’d yet to find a motive but all the men had something in common, they were all in love with somebody but hadn’t confessed their feelings to the person. You figured out the connection when you’d spoken to a best friend of the victim and then another girl who claimed she knew the second victim loved her but he never made a move. You just couldn’t figure out why she was killing them.

It was a few days in when the three of you finally managed to find the witches home, a small cabin in the woods. It was the definition of creepy killer and you straightened up as you approached the house. The three of you snuck in after Dean had gotten the door open, the house was in darkness so you assumed it was empty.

“This place gives me the creeps.” You said quietly into the room as you picked up a skull you were sure belonged to a human at some point.

“Yeah, you and me both.” Dean muttered as he took the skull from you and placed it down. “Don’t touch anything, just in case.” He told you.

You had joined the Winchester’s just over two years ago and couldn’t deny your feelings for the older Winchester. The two of you flirted constantly but nothing more came from it so you kept your feelings to yourself, not wanting to ruin the family you had found with Sam, Dean and Cas.

The witch didn’t even announce herself, didn’t start monologue like most did, instead she murmured a few words that drew your attention to her but before any of you could raise your gun, she had shot her own spell and vanished.

“Fuck!”  You yelled as you lowered your arm. “We had her!”

“Y/N,” You heard Sam whisper, his voice thick with emotion. You turned around to look at him in confusion before following his gaze to see Dean on the floor, unnaturally still.

“Dean.” You called, not moving as you prayed to all those dicks in heaven that he wasn’t dead. You took a deep breath moving closer, not looking away from him as you placed your hand on his neck, trying desperately to find a pulse. “Dean.” You said again, your own voice thick now as you tried to hold back the tears.

You let out a gasp of relief when you felt a pulse, faint as it may have been, he was alive.

“The witches spell keeps them alive for a day, Y/N.” Sam told you making his way over to you and Dean.

“What makes you think it’s the same spell?” You asked in confusion, “That spell only works on people in love with someone and that’s not Dean.”

You watched as Sam gave you those wide eyes, like he was desperate to talk but couldn’t.

“Trust me, it’s the same spell. We have a day to solve this, Y/N/N.” Sam told you urgently, desperate to save his brother. He wasn’t even sure Dean knew he was in love with you but the fact that the spell worked only confirmed what Sam had already known. He watched as your face crumbled upon hearing that Dean was in love, if only the two of you just talked.

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You had hours left to find a cure.

You and Sam had both been awake for 19 hours trying desperately to find anything that would help Dean. The two of you knew how this would end if you didn’t and you couldn’t lose Dean.

You were skimming through a book though you knew it was useless, neither of you had any idea what the witch had used in her spell so there was no way to counteract it. You were running out of options when a thought entered your mind, a thought you knew could easily get you killed.

“Where are you going?” Sam asked as you through your coat on and headed for the door.

“Potential lead,” You told him, “Stay with Dean and keep looking in case this doesn’t pan out.”

And with that you went back to the witches’ house. It was a long shot, the chances of her being there were slim to none, not after you’d discovered where she lived, but you were pleasantly surprised to see the lights out and smoke rising from the chimney as you pulled up in front of the house.

“Hello dearie,” The witch beamed as you stepped into the house, gun aimed at her steadily, “So sorry about your loss.” She cackled causing you to shoot your gun, aiming above her head causing her to lose the grin.

“Fix him.” You demanded, your gaze was hard and your words were cold.

“Um, nope, don’t think I will.” She told you, smirking as she did. You felt yourself shake with anger and you grounded yourself as best you could. You couldn’t screw up here, not with Dean’s life on the line.

“Fix him.” You said through gritted teeth.

“I already told you,” She said in exasperation, “I’m not fixing him. Not for free anyway.” She told you, smirking evilly as she watched your face, seeing the exact moment the words registered with you.

“Normally I wouldn’t be caught dead making a deal with you yet here we are…What do you want? I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” She asked you and you nodded in confirmation. You’d do anything to make sure Dean was safe there was no doubt within you. “Good, good, then, I want your love.” She told you causing you to frown.

“My love?” You asked in confusion.

“Love is the most powerful feeling of them all, above happiness, above anger, greed, shame, disgust. Love is the most magical, the most beneficial and you, my dearie, are filled with love. Sure, there’s anger and determination under it but above everything you feel love. I want it.” She growled. You thought it over in your head, not really understanding but knew the answer you were going to give. If it saved Dean Winchester you would give her your love.

“Fine, take it. Just fix Dean.” You pleaded, not wanting to beg but there were hours left before Dean would die.

“We have a deal then?” She asked, taking a step closer to you. You felt the room go cold as she did, a shiver ran down your back as you gulped.

“Deal.” You said and a moment later you were on the floor clutching your chest, withering in pain as you panted, no noise able to come out of your mouth.

You barely saw the witch crouch down in front of you but heard the warning she gave.

“Magic always comes with a price.”

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Sam watched in shock as Dean sat up panting for breath as he did. He was by his brothers’ side straight away wondering what on earth you had done to save Dean.

Sam brought Dean up to speed with what he could and when he finished, he said something that made Dean freeze.

“You’re in love with her.”

Before Dean could respond, whether to confirm or deny what Sam had said, you walked through the door looking a mess. Your hair was wild and there was still a gleam of sweat on you but it was the eyes that made both brothers stop; eyes that were usually full of life looked dead.

“Y/N,” Sam began slowly, “what did you do?”

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Both brothers were furious with you but understood what you did. Now they were sat on the bed trying to figure out how to get your love back from the witch. Dean watched you as you sat in front of him, he knew Sam was right he did love you and now he might never even get a chance to be with you because of this damned witch.

“The only thing we keep coming back to is killing her.” Sam said causing Dean to look away from you and up at his brother who was pacing with the phone in his hands. All evening they’d been looking through books and calling other hunters but nobody had a solution other than to kill her and see where to go from there.

So, the brothers gathered up everything they would need and set off, leaving you behind in the motel. You were glad for it really; you didn’t think you could handle seeing the witch again. You hadn’t realised just how much love filled you until it was taken away and the only thing you could feel was a sadness that settled deep in your bones and coiled tightly around your heart.

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It had taken hours but the brothers had managed to track and kill the witch. It was actually laughable how easy it had been to kill her, really, she should have suspected they would come after her, nobody hurt somebody they loved and got away with it.

They rooted through her things and finally came upon a sealed glass box that contained a vial of shimmering, almost pure white, energy. The only thing Dean could describe it to was angel grace but different, he could tell it was yours, the pull he felt towards it was all he needed to know and before long him and Sam had found the key to open it and were making their way back to you.

“I’m going to stay here.” Sam told him as he parked the impala up in front of the motel. Dean turned to him in confusion causing Sam to laugh.

“Man, you gotta tell her you love her. You both deserve it.” Sam said and meant it with all his being. If anyone deserved to be happy it was his big brother.

“Yeah, I know. Thanks Sammy.” And with that Dean walked towards his future.

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“Hey.” Dean said as he walked over to you, vial in hand.

“I’m sorry,” you told him softly, “but I couldn’t just let you die, I might not know much of what I loved right now but I know that you are the most important thing to me and if I can feel that without love then, imagine how I felt with it.” You confessed, eyes filling with tears as the sadness clung to you. Dean watched you and felt his own heart ache.

“Lucky for you we got it back.” He said, trying to grin but failing.

You looked up at him and saw the vial in his hands, finally letting a few tears slide down your face as you did. With shaking hands, you took it from him as Dean sat on the bed next to you, holding your free hand in his.

With a slight look of hesitation, you flipped the lid open as watched as the energy flowed from the bottle and into your mouth, filling you with love and happiness. Tears fell from your eyes faster as you were overwhelmed with the cluster off emotions that filled you so suddenly. Dean was there, holding you against his chest as you sobbed through it, rubbing your back and whispering soothing words that you barely heard.

When everything had calmed down and you felt like yourself again, you took a few breaths and looked up at him. “I love you, Y/N/N, I have for a while but it took me until now to actually realise it and for that I’m so sorry. You’re one of the best things in my life and I don’t wanna lose you so if you ever pull something like this again, you’re dead.” He warned causing you to laugh loudly. Dean smiled down at you as he took in your laugh, your smile, everything. God, there was nowhere else he wanted to be.

“I love you too, so damn much, and I’d do it all over again if it meant you lived.” You told him, meaning each word.

Dean smiled softly at you, a look you couldn’t remember ever seeing on his face, before he leaned down slowly, giving you time to pull away if you wanted, and pressed your lips together.

It was perfect, everything the two of you were waiting for all these months and if it took for a witch to get you two to admit your feelings then well, magic always comes with a price.

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Prompt - “I'm a guy who has faked love his entire life, I'm a guy who thought love was just something idiots felt, but this woman has a hold on my heart that I could not break if I wanted to.”

Note - I haven't wrote for spn since 2019 but here we are rewatching it for the first time since it ended, also yes, we're ignoring any and all geographical issues.

The just over six hour journey from Ohio to Tennessee was long and repetitive and you were glad to finally throw yourself down on the uncomfortable mattress, uncaring about the springs poking into your back as you let your eyes fall shut.

You hadn’t had a break since before the last case, a case in Ohio involving skinwalkers which was always stomach churning when you were forced to watch them shift but you’d all dealt with it, a silver bullet to the heart was all it took before Dean’s phone rang. The person on the other end tipped him off about something going down in a town north of Tennessee, not sure exactly what creature was taking young women but it was definitely your type of job.

Whilst Dean drove you and Sam looked into the case. The man on the phone was right, whatever this creature was the victimology was always the same, young women who all seemed to live normal lives. There was nothing suspicious about any of them, nothing out of the ordinary, so why was this creature taking them?

No bodies had ever been recovered either, Sam told you both and you turned your search to the missing persons database. A pattern emerged pretty quickly, for at least three decades young women had been going missing, snatched in broad daylight without a single trace and they were never seen again.

Despite the case though you couldn’t help but smile as you remembered Dean’s hand in yours, him giving you an encouraging squeeze, once then twice, as you read the growing list of disappearing women.

Travelling with the Winchester’s was hard work sometimes and you didn’t mean because of the cases. You were actually pretty well adjusted to the whole supernatural lifestyle, like Sam and Dean you had been raised into this world so anything else seemed different, this was your normal.

You’d first met the Winchester brothers out on a case in California, a tough case involving Daeva. You all worked well together and then went on your separate ways, nothing but their phone numbers came out of that hunt. It was tempting to use one of the phone numbers for something that had nothing to do with needing help on a case but you didn’t give in, Dean Winchester was charmingly smooth and there was definitely an attraction on your behalf but you knew nothing like that worked in your line of work, so you pushed all thoughts of Winchester’s out of your head.

Until five months later when you found them pretty beaten up. You’d been surprised to see them again and hated that one smile from Dean had you blushing like an idiot with their first crush. This case took longer than the previous one, a vengeful ghost who wouldn’t stop after a salt and burn had the three of you stumped as you tried to find out what it had latched on to. It was a good few days before you found a locket and prayed that it was what you needed. Thankfully it was and the three of you made your way back to the motel with a few new bruises.

Sam had smiled at you and told you it was good to see you again before disappearing into the motel room, shutting the door softly behind him leaving you and Dean alone next to the Impala. You remembered Dean’s smile from that day, charming and sweet as he told you how good you’d done, asking if he could maybe take you out for a late dinner. You had smiled back, ready to say yes, ready to push all thoughts of what a bad idea this was out of your head before you were cut off by the ringing of his phone. Dean had given you an apologetic smile before answering it, eyes widening as he listened to the person on the other end of the phone.

You didn’t see him for seven months after that. This time it was you who needed a helping hand and Dean choosing the right moment to appear, just as you started to let yourself give into the fantasy the djinn was feeding you. You blinked into consciousness to see Dean drop a blood stained knife before he stepped over to you. You could still remember how his hands felt cupping your face, rough but soft as he tilted your head, looking for any visible signs of damage, murmuring quiet words of comfort as he cut you down and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, holding you against his chest until you were in the car.

From there you seemed to bump into each other all the time, California, Oklahoma, Texas, Arizona. Eventually you all decided to join forces, you ditching your stolen car and happily riding in the Impala, Dean’s music playing loudly as you got to know him more, laughing at his stories, watching Sam’s cheeks turn red with each one.

It wasn’t shocking to you when the attraction turned into something more. You knew it was bound to happen, being in such close quarters with him everyday but you also knew you could never act on it, firstly because you knew Dean didn’t feel that way about you, how could he? He was Dean Winchester. He didn't do relationships, he did one night stands with any girl he could find. It had taken some time to get used to that, to pushing the ugly feelings down but you were pretty good at it at this point.

“So, we don’t have much to go off,” Sam said, causing you to suppress a groan as you pulled yourself up, rolling your eyes at Dean’s grin as he flopped down on the bed next to you. “Missing girls, no bodies, no witnesses, no crime scene.”

“Is there anything we do know?” Dean asked, raising an eyebrow at Sam who was already setting up at the small table, laptop open and ready to do research.

“I know that I’m starving,” You said, standing up and grabbing Dean’s wallet from where he’d thrown it down. “I’ll get us some food.”

“Better bring me back a burger.” Dean warned you with a glare that was undermined by the smile pulling at his lips. You smiled innocently back at him before heading out of the motel room.

You hadn’t been walking long when suddenly you felt a sharp pain in your stomach that made you freeze, momentarily paralyzed as your body registered the feeling, before you doubled over in agony. You opened your mouth to scream, to yell for help, you didn’t know but all that came out was a gasped breath as your throat tightened. You tried to push through the pain to pull your phone out of your jacket but were stopped at the pain in your head, so sharp that it blinded you, sending you into a world of darkness.

“Shouldn’t she be back by now?” Dean asked as he glanced at the clock, the sound of its constant ticking being one of the few sounds other than the rustling of pages and Sam’s fingers against the keyboard for the past fifty minutes.

“Relax,” Sam said absentmindedly as he skimmed through another article before shaking his head because it didn’t seem right, “she didn’t take the car and the restaurant was probably further away than she thought.”

Dean nodded, his leg bouncing up and down as he looked back at the clock before looking at the door like he could will you to walk through it. He had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach but he tried to shake it away knowing it was probably nothing. He’d always been protective over you, at first he couldn’t explain why, he knew you were more than capable of handling yourself, hell he’d seen you handle yourself more times than he could count. Yet for some reason he was always worried about you going up against whatever being it was that day, even more so when you offered yourself up as bait.

It had taken months for him to realise he liked you, with a little help from Sam who was tired of watching the two of you from the sidelines dancing around each other. Still the revelation had done nothing to change anything, Dean had refused to act upon his feelings, shaking his head at Sam, insisting it would pass. You were too good for him, no way in hell could someone like you like somebody like him.

Dean forced himself to turn down to the pages set out in front of him, skimming through them as he tried to link anything to this case but kept coming up short. He glanced at the clock after twenty more minutes had passed, meaning you’d been gone for over an hour now.

“She should be back.” Dean said, his voice uneven causing Sam to look up at him with wide, worried eyes as he too glanced at the clock before turning back to Dean.

“You don’t think-” Sam began but Dean cut him off with a shake of his head, already standing and clutching the car keys.

“Don’t say it.” He warned as he threw the door open and practically ran over to the Impala, engine on and pulling out of the car park before Sam had closed his door.

Dean drove for ten minutes before he found a diner, knowing that you wouldn’t stray further than you had to. The car was still running as he left it, making his way into the diner with a resounding slam of the door causing the people inside to jump.

“You alright there honey?” The woman behind the counter asked him. Dean didn’t answer, he just pulled his phone out and quickly pulled up one of the many pictures he had of you.

“Has she been in here in the last hour?” He asked desperately, eyes wide and pleading with the woman to tell him she’d seen you, for you to be alright, just lost in town but the woman looked at the picture, her eyebrows knitting together before she shook her head.

“Sorry hun, I haven’t seen her around.” She told Dean softly, a sympathetic smile on her face as she took in the pale face and look of distress.

Dean flew out of the diner and back into the car, looking at Sam who shook his head as he pulled the phone away from his ear for the fourth time, each one going straight to voicemail.

“God damnit!” Dean yelled as he punched the steering wheel causing Sam’s eyes to widen sadly.

“We have to go back to the motel.” He said softly, knowing Dean would hate anything that didn’t seem proactive. Outside of taking Sam, taking you was a pretty dangerous thing for anyone, human or not, to do. It was a death sentence, one that Dean would be more than happy to dish out.

“Back to the mote- Sam are you kidding? She’s out there with that, that thing-” Dean began to rant but Sam cut him off, keeping his tone soft as he spoke.

“Exactly, that thing. We have no idea what has her, no idea how to kill it. We need to be smart, we need to trust that she can handle herself until we can get to her.” Sam could tell that his words had gotten through to Dean, he didn’t like them but he pulled the car out of the parking lot and drove in the direction of the motel, neither of the brothers saying a word as they ran through every scenario of what could be happening to you.

As Sam and Dean desperately began to research back at the motel you were just regaining consciousness, scrunching your eyes shut tightly against the pain in your head. When you finally managed to pry them open the sight around you made you gag, multiple bodies in different stages of decomposition, some recent, some old and some skeletons.

You gagged once more, shoving the sick feeling down and forcing yourself to look around. At your best guess you would say you were underground and there was very little in terms of light sources so you found yourself squinting against the darkness, trying to see anything other than the dead bodies around you.

Fear ran through you, you didn’t know how long you’d been gone for but you prayed it was long enough that Sam and Dean realised you were missing. You knew they’d find you, they had to.

Dean’s gonna find me.

“Ok, ok,” Sam said as he pushed the laptop back, twisting it in Dean’s direction. “This could be it.”

Dean wasn’t looking at the screen though, he had the phone to his ear, desperately hoping another hunter had heard of whatever could have snatched you away from him but he was having no luck. At Sam’s words he cut the call off as the man on the other land was mid word and looked at Sam.

“What is it?” He snapped, sick with fear.

“Ok so It’s called a timor veritatis, it’s a creature that is able to abduct women in the daylight, women who it believes hides a secret. It doesn’t matter how big or little it is, so long as nobody else knows it then the timor veritatis deems it fit enough.” Sam explained as he read through the article, eyes widening as he read ahead causing Dean to glare at him expectantly.

“Fit enough for what?” He snapped again, watching as Sam took a shaky breath before looking up at him.

“Fit enough to feed on.” Sam told him quietly, watching as Dean paled and staggered over to the chair, looking at Sam with wide, scared eyes. “It feeds on her lies.”

Dean nodded as he stared down at the table, thoughts of you running through his mind. The image of what the timor veritatis was doing to you was too vivid, he could see them perfectly and hated that he had let this happen. A town where young women were going missing and Dean had just let you walk out of the motel room alone.

“It’s not your fault.” Sam said, easily reading his brother's thoughts.

“Of course it’s my damn fault, I let her leave! She never should have been out there.” Dean protested, his eyes filled with tears but none fell as he stood up and ran his fingers through his hair. “I let her go out there.”

“Dean,” Sam snapped, causing Dean to look at him, “we don’t have time to waste. Blaming yourself isn’t going to help find her, so sit down and start reading. We need to find out everything we can about this thing.”

Sam’s sharp spoken words were enough to make Dean nod and take a breath, eyes still wet as he sat back down and got started on more research, desperate to get you back no matter what he had to do.

He was going to find you.

You had no idea how long you had been wherever you were but there was no sign of the thing that had taken you. There was no sign of anything. The silence around you was deafening, there was no howling of wind, no sounds of water running, there was nothing but the sounds of your own shaky sobs as you lost touch with the world.

The silence was more terrifying than the thought of whatever had taken you coming back, you wanted it to come back just for proof that the world was still turning outside wherever you were.

Right now it felt like time was moving on but you had been left behind, frozen in place and so disconnected from reality. Hours, days could have passed and you couldn’t tell. There was no light coming through, no cracks for the glow of the moon or the sun to shine through.

“Oh no.” Sam murmured causing Dean’s head to shoot up, his stomach already twisting before Sam could say anything else.

“What?” He asked, not wanting an answer but knowing he needed it.

“It says the timor veritatis keeps its victims alive for six hours.” Sam said and Dean let out a soundless gasp as he calculated just how long you’d been gone for.

“Sam, she’s been gone for three hours.” Dean told him shakily.

“I know,” Sam replied, “she’s ok though, I think she’s going to be ok.”

“You don’t know that!” Dean snapped, feeling anger and guilt and fear running through him.

“It says that the timor veritatis typically leave their victims after capturing them, they hold them for six hours and leave them for four hours.” Sam explained, not taking his eyes off the screen.

“So we have an hour to find her before it starts doing whatever the hell it does to feed on her?” There was no keeping the panic and fear out of Dean’s voice, not as he realised that he was about to lose you.

“Caves!” Sam exclaimed, causing Dean to raise an eyebrow at him, “It typically keeps its victims in caves, preferably in the dark and as quiet as possible.”

“And where the hell do we find a cave?” Dean asked but Sam was already loading up another tab and with a few clicks found what he needed.

“Ok, there’s a national park that has the-” Sam faltered for a second, glancing up at Dean who looked at him expectantly, “It has the longest cave in Tennessee.”

“Seriously?” Dean exclaimed, bringing his fist down against the table.

“Dean, we're a forty minute drive away.” Sam said, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible but he couldn’t stop the tremor in his words. Dean’s eyes clouded with fear as he stared at Sam, feeling like his throat was closing up.

“How do we kill it?” He managed to ask and Sam turned back to the laptop, praying for a miracle. Losing you would kill him, he knew that, so he couldn’t imagine what it would do to Dean.

“The literal translation of timor veritatis is fear of the truth.” Sam explained, pausing to read.

“Fear of the truth, so what, we tell it the truth and it dies?” Dean scoffed but secretly prayed it was that easy. God knew Dean had his fair share of secrets.

“Pretty much,” Sam nodded, “it has to be a truth of a secret held close to the heart.”

“Of course it does,” Dean said with an eye roll but stood up and made his way out of the room again, Sam following close behind.

Tears fell down your face as you prayed for something to happen. You’d spent who knows how long trying to get yourself out of your restrains but they wouldn’t shift and all that work had left you with nothing but spre wrists and exhaustion running through you, mixing with the fear, the dread, every bad feeling seemed to pile on top of you until you were suffocating.

This was so much worse than anything you’d gone up against before, usually the creatures wanted to witness you suffer, tied you up and gloated or just tortured you until you got free or one of the brothers saved you. Never had a creature been so, so human like. The psychological torture was worse, it was so much worse, than any amount of pain anything had inflicted upon you before.

Dean, you begged silently, praying he would hear you, please hurry.

“36 miles of cave, where the hell do we start?” Dean muttered as Sam analysed a map, trying his best to strategize exactly where you’d be.

“Ok so this is the closest entrance to where we were so it’s possible that’s the most likely one it took.” Sam said, hoping his confidence was for good reason.

“I don’t get it man, why travel so far out to take these girls, what is it about this town forty minutes away?” Dean asked as he drove as fast as the Impala would go.

“I don’t know, maybe even with the distance it’s the most convenient place.” Sam shrugged as he sat back in his seat, looking over at Dean. “How you holding up?”

“Don’t ask stupid questions.” Dean said softly, not looking away from the road.

“She likes you too, you know?” Sam said, just as softly as Dean had spoken knowing that it was a risky subject to bring up at the best of times but now…

“She shouldn’t.” Dean answered and Sam took the lack of snapping as a sign he was allowed to continue.

“When has Y/N ever done what she should do?” Sam asked and watched as Dean smiled shakily and nodded. “It could work, you could make it work.”

“She deserves better than me.” Dean told him, nothing but honesty in his voice.

“Deserves better than somebody who would do anything to make sure she was safe, better than somebody who spent two weeks straight awake with her when she couldn’t sleep after the djinn? Better than somebody who makes her laugh so hard she forgets about all the bad stuff? Dean I know you think you don’t deserve her but she thinks you’re everything, she looks at you like you’re the best thing to ever walk the Earth. Trust me, I wouldn’t say it, wouldn't encourage it if I didn’t think you had a shot.” Sam told him, quietly but truthfully.

Dean stayed silent for a long while after that, thoughts running through his head faster than he could keep up with but he eventually nodded and tightened his grip on the steering wheel in determination.

“Let’s find her.”

A single sound echoing from far off in the distance had you freezing against your restraints, the only movement was the steady flow of tears that made their way down your face.

You desperately, desperately prayed it was Dean but you knew you weren’t that lucky, knew it was more than likely the thing that had taken you. You struggled to care though, it felt like you’d been down here for a lifetime, no noise, no light…nothing.

Your eyes squinted in the darkness as you tilted your head, trying to hear another noise but nothing came. Not for a long few minutes and then you heard impossibly loud footsteps that seemed to come from every direction and with two possible entrances you weren’t sure which one it would come through.

Please Dean, I need you right now.

“We’ve got less than ten minutes to find her.” Dean said, panic clear in his voice as he and Sam made their way deeper into the cave, not even knowing if they were anywhere near you.

“We’re gonna find her, Dean.” Sam told him, voice steady and determined because no way was he going to let Dean lose you. He never wanted Dean to know how that felt.

“Sam-” Dean began but he was cut off by Sam holding a hand up to shush him, both of them staring ahead as a scream sounded from far away.

Dean had taken off into a run before Sam could even register the noise properly but he was quick to follow behind, both of the brothers speeding through the cave, trying to stay upright on the uneven flooring.

It felt like they were getting nowhere fast, the walls stayed the same, the route stayed the same but finally, finally Dean rounded a corner and froze causing Sam to run straight into his back.

Sam and Dean watched as the creature, a black slender figure with skeleton-like features, fed on your soul. Dean had to swallow down against the sudden bout of sickness that rose in his throat before he stepped forward, gun raised and fired.

He knew it wouldn’t do much to the creature but it was enough for it to pull away from you, enough for it to let out an ear piercing screech before it turned blood red eyes onto Dean and he couldn’t help but relax at that, anything to keep you safe.

“You made the worst mistake of your pathetic life today,” Dean told the timor veritatis almost casually, watching as the creature took a step towards him, head tilted as it assessed him, teeth bared for him to see. “Taking Y/N, bad choice.”

“Dean,” Sam muttered from somewhere behind him but Dean ignored him, taking a step closer to the creature who snarled at him.

“Fear of the truth, that’s your name huh?” Dean questioned, looking the creature in its eyes, “Well then let me tell you some truths, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for that girl.”

“You lie.” The creature hissed out and Dean couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped him as he looked over to you. Despite looking a bit sickly you looked fine.

“No, I don’t,” Dean told it, “I really don’t lie, you want honesty? I wish that I was lying, there are days when I look at her and I want to hate her so badly, there are days when I want to run away but I don’t.”

Dean could see the creature flinch like it was in pain but his attention was on you and the way your eyes widened as you looked over the creature at him, eyes scared but trusting.

“You know why I don’t? You want the honest to God truth. I love her, I love her more than anything.” The words caused the creature to twist and turn, pain wracking through its entire body but it wasn’t enough, it needed more. “That’s right you ugly son of a bitch, I love her.”

As he spoke Dean kept his eyes locked on yours, wide and honest. He watched as you took a deep breath, looking at him in disbelief, like you were seeing him for the first time but as he spoke he watched a shaky smile form on your face and found the courage to carry on.

“I’m not a guy who says that lightly, I’m a guy who has faked love his entire life, I’m a guy who thought love,” Dean said with a soft scoff, “was just something idiots felt but this woman has a hold on my heart that I could not break even if I wanted to and there have been times when I wanted to.”

By the end of the speech the creature standing between you and Dean was writhing and screaming in pain but neither of you noticed, too busy looking at each other. Dean watched tears pour from your eyes but the wide, almost disbelieving smile on your told him you were ok and he couldn’t help but grin back.

Dean stepped around the remains of the timor veritatis and moved closer to you. He made quick but gentle work of cutting you down from your restraints and you didn’t hesitate to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a messy, tearful kiss that he couldn’t help but smile into for a second before he kissed back, savouring the feeling of your lips finally against his.

“You alright?” Dean asked once the two of you were forced to pull away for air, Dean not going far as he rested his forehead against yours.

“Knew you’d find me.” You told him breathlessly, both from the kiss and the creature.

“Course I would.” Dean scoffed before grinning down at you causing you to smile brightly back at him before you leaned back in to kiss him again.

This kiss was softer, it was sweeter. Both you and Dean moved slowly in sync with one another. One of Dean’s hands came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing along your cheekbone and the two of you ended up having to pull away from each other when neither of you could help the smiles that pulled at your lips, a soft huff of laughter escaping you as Dean rested his forehead on yours again.

“I love you too, Dean.” You told him softly, finding it was the easiest thing to say and the look of amazement you got in return for it was worth everything that had happened today.

“I’m sorry it took this for me to tell you.” Dean said, a frown pulling at his lips causing you to roll your eyes and lean up to brush your lips together quickly.

“Come on, neither of us was going to say it first, I’m not surprised it took…” Here you trailed off and turned your head slightly to look at the remains of the creature. “Whatever the hell that thing was for us to finally say it.”

“Me too,” Dean laughed because he shouldn’t have been shocked at the turn of events, he should have known that your life in danger would be enough for him to confess. “Come on, let’s get you outta here.”

“Please.” You huffed out, looking around the room and grimacing, glad that Dean had found you before the silence became too much, before the creature had gotten any further than it had with you.

Dean let his hand reach out to gently take yours in his, threading your fingers together and you couldn’t help the smile that stretched across your lips at the feeling.

It was a long walk back to the Impala and you felt like every bit of exhaustion from the day had hit you the moment Dean helped you into the passenger seat.

“You okay?” Dean asked as he sat down in the driver's seat, starting the car as he shot you a look of concern.

“Hm, I’m fine, just tired.” You told him, shifting in your seat until you were comfortable and let your eyes fall shut.

“Get some rest.” Dean murmured as he reversed the car and you couldn’t help but smile as you felt his hand rest on your knee, giving it a soft squeeze before you did as he said, listening to Sam tease Dean before you fell asleep.

“Nice speech.” You could hear the smirk in Sam’s voice but underneath that there was a softness that spoke of his pride.

“Shut up, bitch.” Dean grumbled and you felt him squeeze your knee again.

“Jerk.”

You blinked awake just as the Impala pulled into the parking lot of the motel and rubbed at your eyes before stretching and looking over at Dean who was watching you with a soft smile.

“Come on,” Dean whispered softly, gesturing towards the motel room, “let’s get you to bed.”

You didn’t say anything as you climbed out of the car, wincing at the pain in your arms after having been raised for hours on end. Dean watched you and took your hand again, leading you over to your motel room and pulling you in.

It wasn’t long until he had you tucked in bed and you could feel your eyes pulling shut once more but fought against it as Dean sat on the blanket, managing to open them enough to shoot him a pleading look.

“Stay?” You asked tiredly, watching as Dean’s eyes widened before he shook his head and smiled at you, not wasting any time in moving the blanket and crawling under it. You shifted over so that your head rested on his chest and Dean moved his arms so they were wrapped securely around you, holding you close as he placed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Love you.” You mumbled, finally letting your eyes fall closed again and drifting off into a deep sleep.

“I love you too, Y/N/N,” Dean whispered, feeling weightless now that he wasn’t keeping those words from you anymore and he never intended to let a day go by where he didn’t tell you just how much he loved you.

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Without you

A/N: the reader passed away a year ago and Dean has been struggling 

Warning: death, sadness and grieve

Word count: 833 words It’s been a year. A whole year without you by his side. A whole year without hearing your laugh and seeing your beautiful smile. A whole year since Dean’s alone with your 10-year-old daughter Sophia. A whole year without you being Sophia’s mom and giving the best advices, making her smile and giggle.

A whole year without true happiness. A whole year since you’ve been dead.

You got diagnosed with a rare condition, no cure, no meds, no help, nothing. There was nothing the doctors or Dean could do to make you feel better or help you to get healthy again. Dean was overwhelmed, overwhelmed to take care of you and Sophia at the same time.

Dean decided to move out of the big city and move to the land, since your daughter has always wished for a horse. He wanted to give Sophia everything she wanted to make her childhood as good as possible, even tho she told him how much she missed you. Everyday.

Dean had a lot of help from his parents and Sam. They found a great farm for him and Sophia. It just needed some restoration, so it’d be perfect for the two.

“Dad?” Sophia asks as she knocks on Dean’s office door. Dean was so lost in thought thinking about you, how much he missed you and wished you were there with him. Enjoying farm life like you two have always planned on.

He cleared his throat and gave Sophia a loving smile, “yeah?” He said softly. “Can we go for a ride with the horses?” She asked with puppy eyes, making him smile and he noticed how much she looked like you. She had your eyes and mimics. He was tired, but he couldn’t say no to that. “Sure, sweetheart.” He said softly and smiled lovingly when he saw her eyes lit up with happiness and joy. She immediately ran outside to the barns where the horses were.

Dean followed quickly and helped her saddle up her horse named Star, before he saddled up his own. He helped her sit on her horse and got on his as well. The farm was big it even had a small forest where the two of them always rode through. Until they stopped at a dock and got off their horses and sat down. Dean looked around liking it here, but you still were missing. There was no day he wasn’t thinking about or missing you.

“Daddy?” Sophia spoke up a moment later and he looked at her. Sometimes it was hard to look at her, because she looked just like you, but he loved your daughter more than anything. “Today’s a day…I miss mommy so much that it hurts.” She said tearing up and he had to fight his own tears. He pulled her onto his lap and hugged her close. “I miss her too, baby.” He told her gently, kissing the top of her head.

“But mommy isn’t feeling any pain anymore, you know that right?” He said tearing up and she nodded against his chest. “I miss her too, very much.” He told her almost breaking down himself. She hugged her dad close, knowing how much he missed her mom too. You were the best mom, she could’ve thought of, you two always had so much fun, going on trips, doing her hair and cuddling. Mom cuddles were the best.

A few weeks later it was your first death anniversary. Dean, Sophia, Sam, his parents and your parents went to your grave. They laid down a beautiful bouquet of your favourite flowers and Sophia lit up a candle with Dean’s help. Dean was a mess that day, drinking a bit too much the night before. He had to drink himself to sleep, because all he could think about was how you fell asleep in his arm and never woke up again, never. He cried so damn much, his ears and head hurt.

You were the love of his life and he knew that the day you closed your eyes forever, he’d never ever love a woman like he did love you. He remembered, how you two met. Dean used to work for the FBI, it was his first day when he walked into the office. You were one of the new ones as well and calmed down his nerves, you always did, you knew from the first second you met each other, how to calm him down. One of the things he appreciated so much about you.

You were his best friend, the person he could always count on and always talk to. He knew you always loved him the way he was and never tried to change him nor did you never left his side when things got complicated. You two got married so fast back then, but he just knew you were the one and he was right.

Sam, his parents and your parents gave Dean and your daughter some space. “I miss her so much, Dad.” Sophia sobbed ad Dean let out a sob as well, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “I miss her too.” He sobbed looking at your grave. Your grave said, “In memory of Y/N Winchester, a beloved daughter, beloved wife and beloved mother.”

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You being Dean’s fav employee

Summary: you‘ve been working for Dean for many many years, but after some time you’ve become more and more interesting to him. But not your work.

Pairing: boss!dean x reader

warnings: 18+, only read if you’re sure you want to, smut, fucking on a desk, affair, fucking in an office, kinda dom!dean, p in v, unprotected sex (guys use condoms pls)

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You always referred to Dean as Mr. Winchester, the hottie, the hottie that had you dream things, well, to be honest, you always imagined to be fucked by him. Mr. Winchester he seemed so dominant and so so powerful, those points had you drooling about him, like literally.

One day, you had to work late because some client mentioned two days before deadline that he needs his stuff to be done in time. You were annoyed complaining to Mr. Winchester about it, and the ways he watched you checking you out, mostly your cleavage, since you left a few buttons open, his eyes wandered to your hips when you passed back and forth in his office. Nice curves, he thought. “You’re listening to me?” You interrupted his thoughts. He looked up at you and nodded, “But Ms Y/L/N, you know how it works, the client has number one priority.” He told you firmly and you just nodded crossing your arms, pushing your boobs together. He bit his lip at the sight, wishing he could squeeze those tits.

“So you better get back to work.” He told you in that deep voice that made you clench your thighs together. You nodded quickly before disappearing out of his office and sitting down at your desk again to continue your work.

Later that day, Mr. Winchester stayed late as well finishing on some accounting he didn’t trust anyone to do. When he went to grab a water from one of the many fridges the office had, he noticed you were still sitting there and working on that client you complained about. He kinda felt proud about you obeying to him doing your work, like he told you to, kinda liking it.

He watched you bending down and exposing your complete ass underneath your skirt, which made Mr. Winchester’s cock twitch in his tight slacks. Whenever he wore slacks, you couldn’t stop yourself from staring at his cock. He must be big, you thought.

Dean grabbed another water bottle and walked towards you, “Working late?” He asked when approached you and you looked up, “Yeah.” You said with a shy smile. “Here.” He said and handed you one of the two bottles he held in his hands. “Thanks.” You said as you grabbed the bottle and he nodded. “So what you’re working on?” He asked as he stepped closer. “Uhm, j-just a financial statement, Mr. Winchester.” You swallowed slightly since he got closer and closer. You felt his breath on your skin, that close was he.

He took the financial statement into his hand and looked at it, of course everything was right, like always, that’s why he hired you, you knew how to do your job correctly. But his mind was definitely elsewhere, since that time in his office earlier, he just wanted to bend you over his desk and fuck you. So he needed to think, so he’d end up fucking you before going home.

You know, Mr. Winchester had his ways with women, but he never, really never, had sex with one of his employees, his dad always told him employees are tabu. But he couldn’t resist, lately you kinda left him hot and bothered, wearing short skirts and blouses with a deep cleavage or dresses that showed your curves, his dick was begging for your attention and he definitely was about to get what he wanted.

“That’s not right, Ms Y/L/N.” He lied to you. You frowned deeply, since you checked that stupid statement at least 10 times. “What? Why?” You asked. “The values are wrong and they’re not correct.” He said and you sighed rubbing your temple. I mean, he was your boss, he knew what he was talking about, right? “Come on, I’ll show you the one from last year.” He said and gestured for you to follow him to his office.

You followed him since you just wanted it to get done and head home, enjoy the rest of the night, maybe watch a romcom to help you fall asleep. You were about to sit down when he stopped you, “Come here.” He said wanting you to stand next to him. You frowned slight but didn’t mind as you walked towards him to stand next to him.

Dean watched you before opening the financial statement from last year of the client. “Look.” He said and placed his hand on your right hip when he noticed you weren’t paying attention. You blushed deeply at the feeling, clenching your thighs together. When you looked, he didn’t take his hand away. He showed you the statement as he squeezed your hip, but you? You weren’t able to concentrate or able to listen to him, when his hand was so close to the area that was aching for his touch.

“You alright, Y/L/N?” He asked as he placed his hand on your ass squeezing firmly. You bit your lip since that came really really unexpected and out of nowhere. Honestly, you were enjoying his touch. “Yeah.” You breathed out as you sat down on his lap. He made the first step right?

He watched you sitting down, his eyes immediately landing on your tits. You noticed undid another button of your blouse and he squeezed your thigh in response. Was this really happening, after so many dreams you had about the man who you’re sitting on. “M-Mr Win-“ he hushed you by placing a finger on your lips. He couldn’t resist anymore when he finally crashed his lips onto yours. You kissed him hungrily since all you just wanted was to finally be fucked by him.

He sighed as he unbuttoned your blouse completely before shoving it off your shoulders as he kissed you hungrily. His hand drove under your skirt dangerously close to your covered pussy. You started unbuttoning his shirt as well but he stopped you and made you bend over his desk. He slapped your ass as he pulled your skirt up your ass. He sighed at the sight of your pussy glistening when he pushed your panties aside.

You closed your eyes and lets out a breath when two of his digits entered your tight cunt. You were so wet, they slid in with ease. You always dreamed of that moment. He sighed at how easily his fingers moved in and out of your pussy. His free hand unbuckled his belt, he didn’t want to tease you, even though he actually wanted to. You were getting more and more excited when you heard his belt unbuckle. He pulled his pants down his boxers following immediately. He pulled his fingers out of you and replaced them with his cock.

You felt your eyes roll back when his cock entered you, it was even better than your imagination and dreams. Mr Winchester couldn’t wait when he started thrusting in and out of you. It all happened so fast, you couldn’t even remember how his dick got into you so fast, but you weren’t complaining. They way he thrusted inside you, made you feel so good that your orgasm was approaching quite too fast for your liking. “Not yet.” Mr Winchester grunted when he felt your pussy clench around his cock, knowing you were close. 

You bit the insides of your cheeks since you were trying so hard not to cum, because his cock felt so so good inside you, so big and thick.

Mr Winchester enjoyed the feeling of your pussy just as much as you enjoyed his cock. He thought, your pussy swallowed his cock perfectly. The way your pussy clenched around his cock made him feel like he was in heaven. That was probably the best pussy he ever had and honestly he couldn’t wait to taste it.

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I’ll finish the story “I thought you never would…” probably over Easter and post it next week, since I’ll have a surgery on Tuesday.

So I’m working on something I’m just really lazy and unmotivated lately, I’m so sorry. 🥺

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I thought you never would-Chapter 7 (FIN)

Warnings: depressed!dean, asshole!dean, selfish!dean, hurt!reader, a lot of cursing

words: 3.5k

A/N: yes, this is the end already, because I started writing this story after my breakup which helped me to deal with my feelings, but I’m not that person I was when the breakup happened. So yeah it’s quite long, but I just wanted to finish this since I’m not feeling it anymore.

After that weekend Dean and Sam visited you at your hometown, weirdly Ryan didn’t join them. Which was weird since he wanted to visit you too, even asked what your mom likes so he could bring something.

You had a fun time with Dean and Sam at your house, they picked you up from work, got drunk, watched a movie, played some video games and cooked food.

You talked to Ryan via FaceTime and he was just weird as soon as Sam showed him you and Dean cuddling in your bed. You liked being so close to Dean since he smelled so good, you never thought a guy could smell so good. You nuzzled even more into Dean since you were just tired after work and drinking. Sam enjoyed the sight of his brother truly being happy and having a girl by his side who’s not crazy and fucking stupid like Kira was.

Sam honestly hated Kira, and yes hate is a big and heavy word, but he just couldn’t stand her. She took everything Dean did for granted, using his money and just everything Dean had to offer. But with you? You payed your own stuff, helped cleaning up whenever you were around Dean’s place, made sure Dean had to eat, wouldn’t spend too much money on stupid and unnecessary stuff Dean just didn’t need. You made sure he was okay and doing fine.

His and Dean’s dad really liked you after meeting you a month later, you were sweet always polite, helping around the house and in the kitchen, you always made yourself useful. All of the family members that met you told Dean, that’s you’re a keeper. Dean knew you were special, he told you in the beginning how thankful and grateful he is to call you his girlfriend, who’s helping him a lot.

The sex at the beginning of the relationship was awesome, just excited and adventurous, but after some time it got…boring. Dean didn’t bother to work you up and literally just put his cock inside you, no foreplay, no making out, no nothing. At first you weren’t mad, but later you enjoyed touching yourself more than being fucked by your boyfriend. He didn’t even care about making you cum, it was all about him during sex. It wasn’t as much fun and exciting as you imagined it would be and it disappointed you. He didn’t put any effort into sex, complaining about why you didn’t cum and why it would take you so long.

Frankly, it hurt you, hurt you he didn’t put any effort into the sex and later the relationship. Yes, a long-distance-relationship is hard and needs a lot of strength, but if both people fight for and want it, it definitely could work out. You two couldn’t see each other a lot, due to your school and his work, but you always tried to visit him. You always really tried, even when money was tight for you, you always fucking tried. Dean wouldn’t get it sometimes that you couldn’t visit him every weekend, you just couldn’t.

Dean couldn’t visit you either since he was working on weekends and he also hadn’t a lot of money. So which lead to fighting from Dean’s side. Dean would’ve never admitted that he’s depressed, he cant be alone, he always needs someone to come home to. After his best friend died a few years back, Dean wasn’t the same anymore. He barely talked about anything, blamed everything bad that happened on him and he just closed off. Whenever you and Dean fought either over phone or in person, he would close off completely. You tried to teach him that you talk about something during a relationship since he preferred keeping stuff that was bugging him to himself than talking about it. He once was so depressed saying stuff he couldn’t do it without you and he needed you there everyday. He even made you think about it moving in with him for college.

There were moments, you had the feeling Dean was trying to change you, make you someone you weren’t. Yes you were fucking stubborn so was he. Even though you were stubborn you always compromised and did it his way. Sometimes you hated it.

The more time passed the more things changed. Dean started to take you for granted, taking the things you did for him for granted, taking for granted that you did grocery shopping from your money even tho it wasn’t your fridge you were filling. He took for granted that you cleaned his apartment and did his laundry. Basically everything you did he took it for granted. Kira never did this stuff, so he was using you, if we’re being honest.

But you didn't see it and you also didn't want to. You were helping him, because you loved him and you wanted to make things easier for him. After such a sort amount of time you already imagined living with him, like already mentioned you wanted to go college where he lived. It felt like he was your life, you felt so dependent from him, it wasn’t even healthy anymore. Which you realized some time Later.

Since he was your first love and boyfriend, the love you had for him was very very different. He was your first love after all.

When your birthday came around, it wasn’t him who wished you a happy birthday first. It was Sam. Sam. Not him. And you knew he was still awake. Dean was a Person who wouldn’t go to sleep before 3 am in the morning. What the saddest thing was ans what hurt you the most was that he didn’t call you to wish you a happy birthday, he wished you a happy birthday via snapchat. It hurt and disappointed you so much, it was the worst birthday you had. From the person you wanted to hear first, was probably the last one.

Sometimes it was hard for you to have sympathy for his actions, since some of them were just fucking selfish. It wasn’t even your birthday he forgot, he forgot your first anniversary. It felt like it didn’t matter to him, like you had no worth to him at all. You hadn’t meant to him as much as he meant to you.

There were times where Dean still talked a lot about Kira and you didn’t understand back Then he wasn’t over her. She was his first love. So you understood later on, since it was hard for you to get over him as well.

Dean also never really listened or tried to help you when you were feeling like shit and had shit going on. Your drivers license took so much money and strength from you, you were feeling desperate. Dean basically didn’t give a fuck. You two fought so hard and didn’t talk for at least two days. Which lead to why he didn’t call you for your birthday, because he was too fucking stubborn.

One day, you had a bad feeling, since Dean has been acting strange for a couple of days, so you needed to talk to someone. So you talked to Sam. Sam listened to you and told you, Dean’s having his introverted phase, where he isn’t talking to anyone socially. You knew he had phases like that, because he had one before, but this phase felt much more different than the other one. Sam tried to cheer you up that night trying to make you laugh, it actually helped and you managed to ignore the bad feeling in your gut.

Just a day after that Dean broke up with you, for you it was out of nowhere. It was unexpected. He told you, he didn’t love you anymore and his feelings weren’t as strong as they used to be because of the distance. You were the one who was unsure about the whole long-distance-relationship, Dean was the one who wanted to try. You’ve asked him so many times if he was sure and he always said yes, fucking yes, every damn time. He said, the long-distance-relationship wasn’t working for him anymore, he needed someone there and not every couple of weekends. The whole long-distance was hard for you too! You wanted to see him as often as you could, but he didn’t get it that you hadn’t much money.

Funny thing, he didn’t broke up with you via phone call, no! He broke up with you via fucking Snapchat! This stupid child didn’t even had the guts to do it via phone call if he couldn’t wait a couple of more days, since you planned on visiting him that week. No he couldn’t wait to do it like a decent human being, no! He did it like a fucking coward he was.

You had to leave school early, because he broke up with you during school time. You felt like something broke inside you. He was the first person you let come so close to you. He knew stuff, no one knew. You felt safe, but every word he said, were just…words. He didn’t mean them seriously.

He broke up with you, two weeks after you two had last seen each other. You didn’t understand why he didn’t do it back then, losing feelings couldn’t happen over night right? You lost feeling for someone over time and not over night like he did.

At this point you weren’t sure what you were supposed to do. It felt like a big part of you was suddenly missing. It was hard for you to get no phone calls when he finished work. It was hard for you to not laugh with him anymore. It was hard for you to not play video games with him anymore. You were missing him so bad, it fucking hurt. You were feeling lonely after that. You and Sam stayed in contact.

Julia, their step-sister, stayed in contact with you too. They all liked you so much, they were very sad to hear that you two broke up. Dean’s step-mom didn’t understand it at all, calling him stupid for letting you go. You really liked them, those people were like a second family to you. You missed them everyday since then.

You even visited Julia once, guess to who’s apartment you went to first? Dean’s! You were having so much madness in you, you needed to tell Dean what a coward he was. You were more angry and hurt when you found out, he got back together with Kira just two weeks after the break up. Yeah he really got back together with that bitch. He called her many bad and barefaced names and still got back together with her.

You reminded him how he called her different names, reminded him how glad he was they broke up, reminded him of how she was only good at spreading her legs and using his money, while she was in his apartment. Since then you were doubting yourself, asking yourself what was wrong with you that he chose her over you. But he did.

He was dumbfounded and surprised to see you, that you actually ever showed up in his life again.

You laughed sarcastically, “You’re a fucking coward who couldn’t even break up with me via a phone call. You haven’t been honest with me! Now you’re fucking that fucking whore again? What’s wrong with you?! Y-You’re ridiculous and just fucking pathetic!” You yelled at him by the end you finished.

Dean clenched his jaw chewing in the insides of his mouth, “Then I am. You finished?” He asked coldly. Dean was furious and didn’t expect to get called out by his now ex-girlfriend while his girlfriend, former ex-girlfriend was in his apartment. He actually was also shocked to see this side of you, he never, literally never saw you this angry in the past year of your relationship. You always told him not to test you, because if you wanted to, you could be a bitch and it wouldn’t end funny for him.

Your eyes went wide not expecting him to be so cold after everything you two went through. He was your boyfriend and you expected some respect, but Dean wasn’t showing any respect at this point. All he did was shutting the door into your face. You blinked looking at Sam and Julia who were standing behind you. Sam rubbed his face, he lost the last faith he had in his brother. Sam did not understood how his brother could be so stupid and got back together with that bitch Kira. He was so disappointed and he wasn’t sure what to do with his brother.

You brushed past them walking down the stairs and leaving your ex-boyfriends apartment building. Your emotions were all over the place. You were feeling a little better that you could finally shout those words into his face after bottling them up inside you for weeks. You felt relieved.

“You okay?” Sam asked when he approached you.

“Yeah.” You said with a small smile hugging yourself.

“Come here.” He said and pulled you into a hug. You immediately melted into his arms feeling yourself tear up again. “He’s being a big dick. I’m sorry about the way he treated you. You definitely didn’t deserve that and neither did he deserve you.” He whispered as he rubbed your back gently.

You were so grateful to have Sam as your friend. It surprised you that he wasn’t on the side of his brother. Sam loved his brother a lot, but the thing he was pulling off with you, didn’t sit right with Sam. In Sam’s eyes, you were awesome and had a great personality. He understood why Ryan was crushing on you. Ryan distanced himself from Dean and you over the time you were together. You always told Dean to reach out to him again since a final fight lead to separate ways between Dean and Ryan. Dean eventually did the summer before you two broke up.

“Thanks,” was all you said and gave him a small smile. He smiled at you and nodded holding you for a little moment before letting you go.

What happened that night was something unimaginable. You ended up sleeping at Sam, probably not the smartest thing to do and regretted it the moment you woke up. You got so drunk at the next bar you guys found, both of you. One thing lead to another and you ended up in the same bed. You were supposed to stay at Julia’s place, she had to leave early because of work. Sam promised her to take you to her place, but that didn’t happen obviously.

Julia was worried sick when you didn’t show up but assumed you crashed at Sam’s place. You lied to her telling her you didn’t want to wake her up, since you were so drunk. She bought it.

When you were alone at Julia’s place, your mind kept going back to the talk you had with Dean. Julia and you talked about it when she came home during her break from work. She told you, to talk to him alone with no other people involved. You texted him and he even agreed to meet up and talk things out. And you guys did.

“Hey.” You said awkwardly.

“Hey.” He said with a tight smile. “You wanted to talk then…talk.”

You swallowed hard and nodded, “First of all, yesterday wasn’t the smartest ting to address the whole situation. But the way we broke up wasn’t fair. You broke up with me via fucking Snapchat which is worse than text and you told me, you love me the day before.” You rubbed your arm and looked at the ground.

When he didn’t answer you kept going, “We had plans. I wanted to move here for you, for our relationship. I was going to give up so mich for you, because I really love you, Dean. I trusted you, we talked about so many times and y-“

“I couldn’t wait anymore and come on, we wouldn’t have worked out.” He interrupts you.

Ouch, that one hurt.

“Do you ever loved me?” You asked out of the blue, just being curious and dying to know if he ever did.

“I did.”

“Then you have no clue what love means. You never put mich afford into this relationship. You didn’t even want to try fighting to make it work, just because you need to get your dick wet by that bitch.” You slipped so done with being nice.

“You’re right it wasn’t fair how I broke up and I’m sorry.” Is all he said ignoring the last part. You looked at him and just scoffed, knowing he didn’t mean the apology serious. He said it, because he knew you wanted to hear it.

“I thought you never would hurt and disappoint me the way you did.” You said and teared up. “Have a great life.” You walked off not able to stand there anymore. You were hurt and just devastated he left you. You were hurting.

You and Dean never saw each other again after you walked off, but you felt better after the conversation helped you to put your emotions into place. Kira stalked you on instagram most of the time because she felt intimidated by you, even though you lived miles away. It annoyed you, so you blocked her and her beat friend.

Dean blocked and removed you on every social network. You didn’t understand why. You understood he unfollowed you, but the whole blocking this was just ridiculous at this point.

You and Sam talked about the hook and told each other it was a one time thing which shouldn’t repeat itself.

Sam became your closest and best friend after the breakup and you were just grateful to have him.

END

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Dean Winchester series

I thought you never would…

He Loves Me Not

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 910

Summary: Dean is giving you the cold shoulder... why? 

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: Hope you like it!

Dean grunted as you tightly wrapped a bandage around his arm. He fixed you with a death glare and you tried not to flinch. If looks could kill, the piercing green stare that was on you would have made your heart stop beating in the blink of an eye. You had to take that grunt as a ‘thanks’ because just then the hunter got up from the arm of the couch and stalked off to his room, leaving you there to stare at his retreating back. Each step that led him further away from you felt like a stab in your heart, because you felt things about him. Things that you weren’t necessarily proud of, but things that were there nonetheless, and they made your skin tingle at the barest brush of skin on skin. You heard Sam clear his throat from behind you and you shook your head to clear your brain, tearing your eyes away from the long-closed door of Dean’s room. You turned to face the younger Winchester, who had his eyebrows raised in a silent inquiry.

“What is it?” you asked him, feeling your cheeks redden under his gaze, and you fought to keep control of your voice. Sam tilted his head in the direction of Dean’s bedroom. “You and Dean. I know that the way he’s been acting is bothering you, it’s clear as crystal. I know how you feel about him,” he said. “You... you know? Is it that obvious?” you asked, feeling your cheeks heat up. You knew there was no reason in denying your feelings about Dean; not to Sam and definitely not to yourself. Sam nodded. “Everybody but Dean knows,” he said.

You took a deep breath to calm yourself down. For God’s sake, you were a hunter; you couldn’t have a panic attack if Sam and Cas knew about your love life -or lack thereof. “Why is he acting this way though?” you blurted out just as Sam was about to turn around and start his research on anything that would be any help with finishing the current case. “Why is he treating me like I’m trash? I’m only here to help you the way you two helped me,” you sighed.

“I think he’s just jealous. You show up out of nowhere, you’re a top-notch hunter, you know how to do stuff. Don’t worry; he’ll adjust. Plus... I’m sure he likes you too. He just doesn’t know what to do about it.” “Not acting like a bastard would be good to begin with,” you muttered under your breath, and Sam gave you an apologetic smile. “You’ll get to that,” he said, and left to start the research that would bring you one step closer to finding out more about the monsters hot on your tail but would not make you understand Dean’s reasons for acting like he hated your guts.

You were so lost in thought that you hadn’t noticed that night had fallen, and Sam had long exited the room to go to sleep. The ever-vigilant hunter part of you that was half-asleep barely registered a bedroom door open and close as Dean walked into the living room. His eyes met yours and it was as if you had been doused with ice water. You jolted to your feet immediately and tried hard not to look flustered. “Dean,” you acknowledged him with a nod, quickly looking away and avoiding meeting his eyes. “Y/n,” he said, and his deep voice was surprisingly gentle. It had always been gruff when directed towards you, dismissive but not less attractive. Now that his voice was soft and almost tender, it practically sent shivers down your spine.

“What is it?” you asked him, and you were surprised when you felt fingers gently stroke your chin and life your head up so that your gaze met Dean’s green eyes. “I heard what you and Sam were talking about a couple of hours ago,” he stated, and you felt another blush rush to your cheeks. “I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel that way. That was never my intention. I was just... protecting myself in the completely wrong way. What Sammy said was true. I do like you,” he confessed, biting his plump lower lip and drawing your gaze straight down to the path his teeth and tongue made. It was obvious that he’d noticed you looking as he leaned down to reach your height and pressed his lips on yours.

God, those lips combined with those skills should be illegal, you thought, and that was as far as that train of thought went, because he had pushed you back down on the couch and he was kissing you so roughly and with so much abandon that it made your heart beat so fast it felt like it would break out of your ribcage. The heated kisses gradually slowed down to gentler, loving ones that allowed you both to explore each other. Eventually, he pulled away, out of breath, and his gaze met yours for one more time, only this time you didn’t flinch away. His pupils were blown wide with lust, almost completely covering the bright green of his irises, and you were mesmerised. “So you go from insulting me to kissing me senseless?” you teasingly managed to say in-between gasping breaths. Dean just winked at you. “Yep,” he said with a dazzling grin. “But I sure plan on just doing the latter from now on.”

I'm here for you.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 825

Warnings: Spoilers for season five, feels.

A/N: Hope y’all like it~ 

It was in that moment, that heart-shattering moment, in which you saw every last bit of Dean’s reserve crumble to dust as Sam, possessed by Lucifer, made his exit. Dean put his hands to his head in complete and utter despair, and in that one moment you saw a person you had never seen before. All of the hunter’s tough layers had peeled off and for the first time, you saw how much of a mess he actually was, how much pain he had had to endure in his life and how he had never allowed all that pain to exit his body. It was like seeing the tallest building crumble, a proud ruler kneel, an empire fall. And without a second thought, you rushed to his side to help him. You knew you were but the tiniest rock trying to hold back a flood, but you were all Dean needed in that moment. You put your arms gently around him, pulling him closer and gently stroking his back.

“Sam’s gonna be okay, Dean. He’s strong enough to pull through, he’s strong enough to take control over Lucifer and get this over and done with. I… I know he’s not coming back if he succeeds, but he will be remembered as the greatest hunter of all time. The smartest, the best,” you whispered, and he didn’t reply, but he hugged you closer to him, embracing you tightly. His breathing was uneven, and the tears were still flowing freely from his eyes, but he remained silent, and you took that as a silent invitation to go on with your consoling speech.

“And you’ll have his memory always with you,” you pulled away from his hug slightly to place your hand over the left side of his chest, where you could feel his heart flutter under his shirt.

“Right there,” you smiled up at him, a tad shyly, and while he did not smile back, he nodded.

“That still won’t be good enough. Sammy can’t be replaced by some memory, no matter how good that memory is,” he said, his voice deeper than usual from crying. He chewed on that plump lower lip of his unconsciously, and you couldn’t help but find your gaze drawn to the movement of his lips. Before you did anything rash, you shook your head ever so slightly to clear it, and then you took a deep breath to continue talking.

“I know a memory will never be adequate. I know nothing could ever be as good as Sam was; nothing could ever fill that hole inside you, but… for what it’s worth, I’ll always be here for you. Promise.” Pain flashed through his eyes for a millisecond. A new kind of pain, not the soul-wrecking one he’d been feeling up to that moment.

“How do you know that? How can you know that you’ll be here? You can’t promise things you know aren’t up to you. Sam was here for me yesterday, but now he isn’t.  Now, Satan’s wearing him as a meat suit and I am losing him. I have already lost him,” Dean managed to choke out between sobs, and a new wave of tears flowed out of his eyes. He grit his teeth as he shut his eyes tightly.

“I want this to end,” he whispered so silently you barely heard him, but that one simple phrase of his held so much meaning that the very force of his words caused you to shiver.

“Dean…” you murmured his name softly, and when he didn’t look at you, you repeated his name, slightly more forcefully this time.

“What is it?” he asked cracking his still teary eyes open, and you offered him the tiniest of encouraging smiles.

“I can’t promise you that I’ll always be here, but I can promise you I’ll try my best to be here for you for as long as I can,” you said, and his brilliant green eyes flickered with the tiniest spark of hope.

“Thank you,” he muttered, because he knew that when you gave your word you tried your damnedest to keep it. Your small smile grew into a grin, and you couldn’t help but notice his eyes travel down to your mouth. When your lips met Dean’s, it felt like a train wreck and a lullaby all at once. It was almost overwhelming. His kiss was forceful, needy, but there was an undertone of tenderness to the way his tongue explored your mouth and his teeth nipped on your lower lip. This was the first kiss you’d shared, and odds were it’d be the last, but the caress of Dean’s lips on yours felt comforting and wonderful, and you didn’t care that he was kissing you mostly because he needed an outlet for all of his pent-up emotions. Your heart beat for him, and you had given him your word. You’d be there for him no matter what ne needed.

Please, kill me.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 864

Warnings: Feels, spoilers for season ten, cursing

Summary: Dean asks something of Y/N, something she’s not sure she can do...

A/N: Hope you like it!

“Y/n,” Dean called out to you, voice surprisingly steady, as if he was struggling to keep it that way.

“I have something to tell you,” he said when you had made your way to him, sitting down on a chair next to him.

“Go on,” you said with a small smile, your gentle voice softly urging him on. You had realised the severity of the situation because of the look in his green eyes. You had never seen him like this, and it took you a bit by surprise. He was frowning, and his whole face had a clouded expression of thoughtfulness, but his eyes were practically talking to you. They were full of despair, and full of something else, too; something you couldn’t quite place, but it was there and the hurt it radiated was almost palpable.

You reached out and gently squeezed one of his hands, trying to reassure him.

Dean took a deep breath, closing his eyes as if composing himself. For a second, you were cut off from the torrent of emotions pouring out of his eyes, and this time when he opened them again, you were prepared.

“I...” He cleared his throat before continuing. “I want to tell you something. It’s... something very important.” He took one last deep breath before finally saying what he had wanted to tell you from the start.

“If... if anything happens to me; if I ever become the same murderous son of a bitch I was when I had the Mark... I... want you to do something for me,” he said, fixing you with a steady gaze. “In the line of work we’re in, you know that it’s entirely possible for the same thing to happen to me again. I don’t want that. I don’t want you and Sam and Cas to see me go through all that again. It’s not fair for you; it’s not fair for me; and most of all it’s not fair for the people I would mercilessly kill and their families.” Here, he paused to regain his bearings, and he tiredly rubbed his eyes with his free hand, the one you weren’t holding.

You were almost unable to breathe. You had the slightest idea of what he wanted you to do for him, and you were hoping he’d say something else, something less serious.

“I want you to kill me,” he stated, and that six-word sentence seemed to be your whole world in that moment. Like a mantra, it played again and again in your head. You were clutching Dean’s hand so tightly that you felt the hunter tense.

“I... I can’t... I could never do what you’re asking of me... Ask Sam...” you whispered, and he shook his head.

“You’re the only one I trust to do this. I know Sam. He’d never kill me, not if I begged him. You... you have to. For your own good. Please.” Dean was desperate now. He had been expecting a negative reaction, but he was determined to get his way.

When you expressed your disagreement again, he sighed, but didn’t give up.

“Please,” he repeated. “It has to happen that way. Not only for you and Sam and Cas, but for myself too. I won’t ever be a normal person again; I can’t take it anymore. So... if it ever comes to that... Kill me,” he said.

This time, you nodded. “Okay.” Your voice was small, hesitant, but it was all Dean had at the moment. And it was enough

“Thank you,” he said, and you nodded.

“Yeah... you’re welcome,” you whispered, smiling softly. You didn’t really want to smile, but it was either that or bursting into tears, so you decided that the first option was better.

“This means so friggin’ much to me, thanks,” he said, and you could only nod in reply.

You bit hard on your lower lip, and you felt a tear escape your eyes. Dean leaned forward and wiped it away with his thumb.

“Hey... hey, I’m sorry... but I had to say it. I needed to make sure that the world would be safe from me if anything happened again,” he said, and you leaned into his touch.

“Yes... I know. But that won’t stop me from being upset over it,” you murmured.

“But you will do it. If it’s the only option left, you will,” he said, almost as if trying to reassure himself.

“Yes,” you whispered, feeling another tear trickle down your cheek.

Instead of replying, Dean leaned forward to press his lips against yours. At first, it wasn’t much of a kiss; it was more of two pairs of lips touching each other. But then he opened his mouth, and you opened yours, and it was a heated tangle of tongues and limbs as you tried to come impossibly close to one another. When you pulled away, you were both breathing heavily and you had somehow straddled him in the passionate haze of the kiss.

“I said I will do it, but Dean, I don’t want to. I never want to get the chance to.”

Again, he didn’t reply. He just pulled you into another whirlwind of a kiss.

Weapons down

Pairing: Sam x reader or Dean x reader

Word Count: Sam: 972 Dean: 1092

Warnings: Feels and cursing for the Sam one.

A/N: This story has five lines of common beginning, and then it branches off depending on whether you prefer Sam or Dean. Just thought I’d try it out. Enjoy!

 “Weapons down, or I’m gonna shoot you to oblivion!” you yelled at the two men whose silhouettes were outlined in the doorway of the warehouse.

They put their weapons down only because of sheer surprise, and while they looked around to pinpoint the source of the voice that startled them, you had the time to study them.

 Sam

You made your way to them, frowning. “Who are you?” you asked, making sure that your gun was trained on the taller one of the two.

“We’re FBI agents and-” started the shorter and apparently older one, but he was cut off by the other.

“We’re not FBI agents,” he stated and, perplexed, you frowned.

“I’m confused. Are you with the FBI or not?” you asked.

“We aren’t,” said the taller one at the same time the shorter one said “We are.”

“Wow, that’s a really enlightening thing to say,” you commented. “Care to explain?”

“We aren’t with the FBI,” said the taller one and, this time, the other agreed with a nod.

“Then who are you? And what are you doing here?” you asked.

“I’m Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean, and we’re here because we’ve been informed that some very dangerous people live in this warehouse. We’re here to prevent them from causing any harm,” he explained, and immediately you felt like you were a five-year-old being patronised by an annoying adult.

“The name’s Y/n. And what do you think I’ve been doing here? A party? I’ve been dealing with the vampires,” you said, and you smiled proudly at them.

“Are you sure you’ve dealt with them properly?” asked Dean.

You rolled your eyes. “Of course. I’ve beheaded them and then buried them so that nobody will ever come across the bodies. I’ve been here since yesterday, and I need some rest,” you said, walking past them and into the sunlight.

“You don’t have a car,” Sam called out from behind you. “There was no car outside the warehouse when we got here. So how did you make it here?” he asked.

“I walked. I crashed my car a week or so ago and I haven’t had the time to replace it. It’s waiting for me in a yard somewhere in Colorado,” you explained with a shrug. To tell the truth, your opinion on that matter was anything but nonchalant, as your car had been the only place you had ever called home, but being pessimistic just wouldn’t do. Instead, you had decided to use the public transport to make your way to Wyoming to deal with the vampire nest, because hunting would always be your priority.

“That’s unfortunate. Well, you can come with us. We’re heading to the nearest town,” Sam offered, completely missing his brother’s glare.

“Really? Thank you. I’ve got a motel room there, so I can rest before heading to Colorado to retrieve my car and all my hunting stuff,” you said with a grin, only then realising that this was the first mention of anything hunting-related between you and the Winchesters. You had just both automatically assumed that the other was a hunter.

That was certainly not the last time though. Over the years, you started hunting together. At first it was just a call here and there or a chance meeting when you accidentally took on the same cases, but as the months went by you grew closer. You even started living in the bunker with them when you weren’t joining them on cases.

Hunting with them had been the best time you had ever had in your whole life.

But all good things must end, and your time with the Winchesters was no different.

It was on a sunny but chilly day in mid-March that was entirely inconspicuous and normal that this good thing in your life ended.

“We’re back!” you heard Sam and Dean announce when they entered the bunker. They both seemed rather excited for the hunt to be over, and it pained your heart to see the smile wiped off their faces when they saw you.

You were standing near the entrance, clutching a suitcase in one hand and your car keys in the other. There was a vacant, sad, look in your eyes as you nodded at them.

“Hey,” you muttered sadly.

“What’s wrong?” Dean was the one to ask but Sam was the one to rush up to you and pull you into a hug. You let the suitcase drop and hugged him back tightly, fighting to keep back tears.

“I’m leaving,” you announced in a small voice.

“Leaving... what?” Sam asked.

“Leaving the bunker. Leaving the hunter life. I can’t do this anymore. I’m physically and mentally exhausted. I just want to see the world,” you muttered, casting your gaze down on the ground.

“No. You can’t leave,” Sam said, voice almost shrill in a note of panic.

“It’s... it’s not temporary. It’s just a break. For a couple of years, I’ve decided I want to travel and see everything the planet has to offer before returning,” you said, leaving the probably out of the conversation. You weren’t sure you ever would return. Part of you hoped so, while another just wanted to leave and never come back.

Sam, probably realising that no matter what he said he could never stop you from leaving, only hugged you tighter.

“Do you promise you’ll come back?” he asked.

“I do,” you said, and now that you had given your word you probably would.

“I love you,” Sam whispered in a broken voice. “Don’t leave,” he murmured hopelessly.

Unable to listen to him anymore, you pulled away slightly from his hug and pulled him into a kiss. You touched your lips to his hesitantly at first but with increasingly more passion until you both had to pull away for need of air.

“I love you too. But I have to go. I’ll be back,” without further ado, you nodded at Dean, reached down to grab your suitcase and left, paying no heed to the tears rolling down your cheeks.

You turned to look at the bunker one last time.

“Goodbye, Sam Winchester. And may we meet again.”

 Dean

One was tall, with long hair, but it was the other who caught your attention. Shorter than the other man but still tall, something about his posture and the way he carried himself drew you in. So when you stepped out into the meagre light the rays of the sun peeking in through the door offered, you addressed him.

“Who are you and what do you want here?” you asked him, and he frowned as his eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness of the room.

“I’m Agent Bickler and this is my partner Agent Sullivan. We’re with the FBI,” he said, making eye contact with you. Never tearing his gaze away from yours, he took a badge out of his pocket and let it drop to the ground. He kicked it towards you and you kneeled to pick it up, eyes and gun firmly fixed on the man who had told you was an FBI agent.

“I don’t think so. These badges aren’t real, and even if they were, what would an FBI agent be doing out here, in a warehouse in the middle of nowhere?” you asked, raising a challenging eyebrow at the light-brown-haired man.

He rolled his eyes and was about to reply when the other man talked, drawing your attention.

“You’re right. We’re not FBI agents. We’re here because some very dangerous people are in this warehouse and we want to make sure nobody innocent will get hurt. So could you please leave? It’d be much better for all of us if you didn’t get killed in the process,” he said, and for a second you contemplated pretending not to understand, pretending to be a civilian.

You decided against that though, as it would only offer confusion and maybe these two hunters -they were obviously hunters, you thought- would be so desperate as to use force to extract you from the warehouse that had been a vampire nest before you had dealt with it.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but you two are hunters. That is quite obvious from you pretending to be FBI. And you must be here for the vampires,” you said, and saw realisation dawn in both their faces as they figured out the fact that you were a hunter too.

“Well... I’ve taken care of that problem; don’t worry. All the vampires are dead and buried,” you told them with a bright smile, finally lowering and holstering your gun.

“You’re a hunter?” asked the one you had been talking to in the beginning. His question was more of a statement, you realised as your gazes met again, though he obviously doubted your abilities.

“Yes, I am. I’ve been a hunter for the biggest part of my life, so there’s no need for you to check to see if the vampires are truly dead and gone. But if you want to waste precious minutes of your time, go ahead and be my guest,” you said.

“That won’t be necessary. We believe you,” said the taller one.

“I’m Sam and this is my brother Dean,” he introduced.

“Wait... Sam and Dean Winchester?” you asked with a frown. “I’m Y/n L/n. I’m, as I said, a hunter. My grandfather taught me everything I know about hunting, and he was the strictest of teachers. He never said the same thing more than once. The only thing he had ever repeated was this ‘Don’t trust the Winchesters.’ Why should I trust you?” you crossed your arms over your chest, glaring at the two men standing in front of you.

“Because we’re hunters. And hunters stick together. We’re each other’s best chance of staying alive,” Dean said, and you had to admit he had a point. Hunting on your own was an extremely lonely thing to do, and you craved some real interaction despite your better judgment.

“Let’s go then. I have a room at the motel just outside town,” you informed them, walking past them and into the glare of the sun outside the warehouse.

“Our room is there too,” Sam told you as they followed you.

“Great. See you there,” you said, climbing into your car and setting off towards the motel.

Little did you know then, that encounter with the Winchester brothers meant the end of your lonely hunting years and the beginning of a new phase in your life, which you loved more than anything else that had ever happened to you. Soon, you became very familiar with the brothers, but you had always felt more comfortable around Dean. You loved them both, but Sam was just a friend, while Dean... well it was different with Dean. It had always been different with Dean, but it took you some time to understand just how different things were.

“Where’s the pie, Y/n?” you heard Dean call out as soon as you entered the bunker’s kitchen.

“Right here, Dean. How could I ever forget the pie?” you asked, handing him his pie. He looked pointedly at Sam after what you said and accepted the pie.

“Thank you,” he said with a grin before grabbing a fork from a drawer and starting to eat.

“You’re welcome,” you said with a chuckle. “I don’t get why you like pie that much though,” you commented, and Dean sent a murderous glare your way. “Don’t listen to her, you’re precious to me,” he muttered to his pie while glaring at you.

Both you and Sam laughed and shared an exasperated look.

“At least Y/n never forgets the pie,” Dean said, again looking at his brother.  “And for that I thank her very much,” he said, turning to face you. Already, he was done with the pie, and he set the foil plate and the fork down on the table, walking up to you. He leaned down and in one swift, sudden, moment, had his lips pressed against yours; soft and warm as he pulled you into a roller coaster of a kiss that made your heart beat fast and heat to rise to your cheeks. Dean tasted of pie and in that moment you understood why he liked it so much.

You broke apart after Sam cleared his throat. Dean glared at him. “What?” he asked.

“Get a room,” Sam said.

“We have one, but you’re in it,” Dean said moodily and Sam, obviously not in the mood for a fight, sighed and walked out of the room.

“What was that for?” you asked once Sam was gone.

“It was for the pie. And I’ve wanted to do it for a long, long time.”

Ready Aim Fire

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Word Count: 1020

Summary: Dean shows Y/n how to shoot a gun.

A/N: Happy birthday to Dean Winchester! May he have all the pies he wants.

gif not mine, credit to whoever owns it.

“You say you want to be a hunter, princess, but do you even know how to shoot a gun?” Dean asked, making eye contact with you. You, stubborn as ever, rolled your eyes and crossed your arms on your chest. “No, I don’t. But nobody was born knowing how. Somebody had to teach them. Somebody even had to teach you. So, why can’t you show me how to shoot a gun? I might surprise you,” you said, voice challenging.

He held your gaze for a long minute, apparently trying to decide whether to try to teach you how to shoot or not. In the end, you won, and he nodded.

“Very well. I’ll show you,” he said begrudgingly, pushing himself off the doorframe, which he had been leaning against.

“The shooting range is this way, follow me,” he muttered, walking out of the kitchen and heading to the shooting range.

“Here we are,” he announced, pushing the door open. He turned the lights on and they flickered into life, illuminating the distant targets on paper and the grey concrete walls.

“Our goal for today is to make sure your stance is proper and that you can hit the target. Proper stance will soon be forgotten in an actual fight, but we want you to improve on your aim right now,” he explained irritably, trying not to lose his patience.

“And I ought to warn you now, before it’s too late; being a hunter isn’t a field trip. It’s dangerous. It could cost you your life, the life of the people you care about. The reward is only emotional, and the recognition is nonexistent. You have the chance to turn away now. You have the chance to live a normal life, free of worry about ghosts and demons and angels. If you walk away right now, this whole thing will be just a distant memory,” here, Dean turned to face you. His expression was grave and serious. “If you walk away right now, you can have a family and friends.”

You looked up at him defiantly. “I’ve been living a normal life all my life, and I’m bored out of my wits. That’s not what I want for myself. Now, teach me how to shoot a damn gun,” you said and, with a sigh, Dean took his gun out of its holster.

“Watch closely,” he instructed, “You’ll have to copy my movements when it’s your turn, so pay attention. Your feet have to be shoulder width apart and slightly bent, and your arms have to be fully extended,” he said, reciting the information from memory. He himself adopted the stance and squared his shoulders. He cocked the gun, pressed the trigger and a bullet flew straight through the head of one of the silhouettes on the targets.

Dean then turned to look at you, carefully handing you the gun.

You nervously walked up to where he had been standing and tried your best to replicate his picture-perfect stance. You took aim as best as you could and squeezed the trigger. The bullet barely managed to hit the very edge of the paper target. To your surprise, Dean had a look on his face that said ‘not bad’.

You turned back towards the target to examine your shot, which really wasn’t all that bad. “Quite good,” Dean’s voice said from directly behind you, his breath tickling the back of your neck, and you gave a tiny squeak in surprise. You hadn’t realised he had walked up to be standing where he was now. You heard him give a low chuckle at your reaction, and that small sound sent shivers down your spine. Admittedly, Dean Winchester was a very attractive man, and standing as you were at that moment, with his toned chest almost pressing against your back, awoke a fire deep in your belly.

“You still need to work on your stance a little bit,” he said, his hands ghosting touches on your arms and lower back and waist as he gently guided you into the proper position. When he was satisfied, he instructed you to extend your arms in front of you, and you did as asked. From behind you, he mirrored your movements and extended his arms as well, to correct your grip on the gun.

“Now, shoot,” he muttered in his deep voice, and you aimed carefully before pressing the trigger. This time, you managed to hit the outer rim of the target’s body, and you grinned in success, turning to face Dean. Having forgotten about your proximity, you uttered a small ‘oh’ when you found yourself chest-to-chest with the hunter. He grinned down at you and carefully took the gun from your grip, putting the safety back on and tucking it back into its holster.

“You could be a good hunter,” he commented casually, before leaning down closer to you to cover some of the distance between you. “Providing you’d stick to hunting with us, I can make you into one of the best hunters ever,” he said, but you weren’t paying attention to his words; only his lips. Your eyes were locked on them and you felt as if you were in a trance. Apparently, he’d noticed, because he brought his hand up to your chin, softly nudging it up so that your gaze met his.

Dean leaned down, you stretched up, and your lips met in a wonderful, mesmerising kiss that set your nerve edges on fire. He deepened the kiss by tilting his head and opening his mouth just wide enough so that his tongue could lick your lips and enter your own mouth. At that, you gave a small moan and snaked your arms around his neck for stability. The kiss went on like that for quite some time until you both pulled apart, panting, but very happy.

“So, what do you say? D’you really wanna become a hunter?” Dean murmured in a voice that was huskier than normal. You nodded.

“Oh hell yes,” you whispered in reply, and leaned up to kiss him again; the second time just as magical as the first.

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Part three of my Dean fic is gonna literally be pure filth.... If you guys want part three?

Melting Touch (pt3 of the rescue mission series) deanxreader

Part 1. Part 2.

A/N: Its. About. To. Get. Hot. Guys please sent me requests as I have zero! You know this will be mostly filth, right? Like kinks and all..

Warnings: SMUT! PURE FILTH!, rough Dean, if this is a warning but Dean is in charge completely, touch refusal. If there is any that ive missed let me know. 

You were sat in the library helping the boys with their research. Dean was opposite you and Sam was leaning over Dean’s shoulder to read what was on his screen. Dean’s eyes weren’t on the computer though, they were on you. You were hunched over a book, one of your hands playing with the hair at the back of your neck and the other running along the pages of the book infront of you. His eyes were on your lips, the way you pulled your bottom on inbetween your teeth as you read. 

Sam watched his brother,having stopped mid sentence, knowing he wasn’t listening at all. He observed as his brother drooled over you. 

“Okay, Dean, are you done undressing Y/N with your eyes?” Sam groaned.

Your head snapped up, the blush creeping up your neck and painting even your ears. Dean blinked hard and cleared his throat. You looked up at Sam and glared slightly.

“Shut it, Sam” Dean grumbled as he watched you rise from the table.

You walked over to the tall man and reached up onto your tiptoes to kiss his cheek, only being tall enough to reach his jaw. Dean’s jaw clenched at the action, his eyes still not leaving you. You then shuffled over to Dean, rubbing your eyes tiredly. Leaning down, you placed your right hand on his cheek. His stubble was rough against your lips as you gently kissed his cheek.

“G’night boys” You patted Dean’s shoulder and shuffled your way to your room. 

Dean blinked and looked from the research to your direction making his brother laugh. “Dean, go” Sam smirked before starting to clear up the papers that were scattered around the table.

In that moment Dean launched up from his chair, practically sprinting to your room. He paced outside your door for a while. Dean didn’t know how to tell you how he felt but he knew he could show you.

You had just settled down in the sheets of your bed. Your night wear consisted of your panties and a flannel shirt that was held together by one button in the middle. 

You were so close to drifting off when you heard your door open and close, your hand inching under your pillow to land on the knife you kept. 

“Dean?” A light squeak left your lips as you felt the edge of the mattress.

A light chuckle sounded and you knew it was him. He slipped under the cover and nuzzled his nose into your neck, leaving light kisses on the exposed skin. A rough hand slid onto your thigh and pulled your back into a hard chest.

“ Dean” You giggled as his fingers tickled the inside of your leg. 

Dean’s soft lips trailed up your jaw, his hands were everywhere. You felt his hand run under your shirt and up your stomach. You turned your head to kiss him lightly, capturing his lips between your own. You lifted your hand to reach back and tangle in his hair but with a light swat to your thigh, Dean stopped you. 

“ Don’t touch me” He mumbled into your mouth.

You pulled away in confusion, turning to face him. “Why?” You asked, your voice small.

He tucked your hair behind your ear and trapped you against his body. “I can’t, I can’t find the words to explain how I feel.” He tensed, squeezing his eyes shut as he struggled to find his words so you took the chance to slide your hands up to his neck and weave your fingers into his hair.

His face relaxed and his eyelids freed the stress wrinkles. His lips parted as you tugged slightly. “I..” He breathed, as if he was having an internal battle with himself. “No, Please, just let me show you. I want to show you.” He grabbed your hands and held them between your bodies. 

Without another word, Dean sat up and lifted his shirt from his body. Dean stood from the bed and started to unbuckle his belt, his eyes locked on you as you pushed the sheets away from your body. Dean froze.

“Is that my shirt?” His voice was hooded with desire as he eyed the tatted flannel on your body.

You nodded silently and bit into your lower lip, watching as Dean hurriedly slid off his jeans. He crawled back onto the bed and gripped your thighs tightly in his hands and yanked your body down the bed, the shirt riding up your body. Your arms were spread out at either side of you as you watched the glorious man in front of you. He lowered himself down between your thighs, muscles bulging in his shoulders and arms. Your arousal pooled between your legs as Dean hooked his arms under your knees. He placed hot, wet kisses along the inside of your thigh.

Dean gripped your panties in his fists, your legs now over his shoulders. A light gasp sounded from your mouth as he tore them in half, taking them from your body to throw them on the floor. 

“I liked those” You whispered, suddenly going shy. 

Dean laughed and went back to kissing your thigh, he was so close to your core. You could feel his hot breath against your slick folds. Wherever Dean’s lips were left a scorching heat behind. He nipped and bit at each of your thighs, his fingers digging into your hips. 

Your eyes flew shut as you felt a smooth lick on your clit. A moan sounded through the room as he pulled it between his lips. You wanted to weave your hands through his hair but you couldn’t, you wanted to be good for him and stick to what the rule was; no touching. Your fingers gripped the bed sheets as your back arched, Dean’s stubble scratching against your thighs. Dean sucked harshly at the bundle of nerves, flicking tongue repeatedly over it.  You panted heavily as you moaned Dean’s name. You felt the tight knot in the pit of your stomach starting to slowly unwind. 

Dean trailed his right hand from your hip and down to your entrance, he gently teased it with his middle finger, grinning again when he felt you writhe beneath him. 

“Please, Dean” You gasped and wriggled your hips making him look up, his lips letting go of your swollen bud.

“Look at you, so responsive to me.” He smirked as he watched you claw at the sheets of the bed when he slowly sunk his finger into you.

He curved his finger, hitting your g-spot perfectly, making you let out a loud cry. He removed his finger, trailing it up your body leaving a wet trail of juices behind. His long, rough, fingers landed on the button of the flannel and quickly opened it, letting the shirt fall open at your sides. 

A rosy blush fell upon your cheeks as he trailed his eyes over you, taking his time to memorize every piece of the goddess splayed out before him. In his eyes you were beautiful, even your flaws. He ducked down and kissed just above your belly button. His hot mouth moving up your skin, stubble scratching along the way. Calloused hands gripped hard at your thighs, fingers digging in hard. You panted heavily when his mouth wrapped around your nipple, his teeth sinking into your flesh. 

A cry of pleasure came from you making Dean twitch in his boxers. He groaned slightly and rubbed his erection against your thigh. He tugged on your nipple so it scraped on his teeth, goose bumps arising on your skin. You bucked yourself into him, eager to feel him, to get him closer. Dean sat up,you laying on the bed, breathing laboured. He pulled his boxers off his body, his member springing up to his stomach. 

Dean gripped your legs again and hooked them over his shoulders before looking up at you, “Baby, I’m not gonna go gentle..” He warned as you leant up on your elbows.

You locked eyes with man and nodded, “I don’t want you to be” 

Your legs fell to his sides as he moved forward to capture your lips with his own, his lips moving fast against yours. He reached down and gripped his girth in his hand, rubbing just the head between your folds. He hissed slightly and bit on your bottom lip, sinking his teeth in hard making you moan.

He waited for your nod of consent before he drove in, all in one. He stretched your walls, not giving you time to adjust before he drug back and drove back in again. His pace slowly picked up, the penetration stirring your arousal deeper and deeper. Your hands inched towards Dean’s hair but he stopped you by pinning your wrists to the mattress either side of you as he snapped his hips back and forth at an incredible speed. 

You writhed beneath him, a moaning mess. Your hands were clenching into fists, eager to grip anything. The pleasure was intense, his thrusts grew animalistic, pounding you with such a force that the bed was slamming against the wall. 

Dean’s lips parted as he moaned, a heavy sheen of sweat embracing his chest. “Y/N, Come on baby” He coaxed. 

You were on the edge, so close with him hitting just the right spot inside you. His thrusts grew sloppy and you clenched around him, squeezing him tight and feeling him throb. 

He drew back again and snapped his hips forward harshly, hitting that knot in your stomach and making it unravel. You screamed Dean’s name as your back arched and your legs shook. Your orgasm took over you, your whole body heating up like a fire. You felt Deans seed fill you as he shouted and let go of your wrists, his head falling into your neck.

You both panted as you came down from your high, Dean not moving from you. His head layed on your sweaty chest, your hand coming up to stroke through his hair.

“I love you, Y/N” Dean whispered, “Don’t leave me” His hand gripped your free one and held it over his heart, it pounding wildly against his chest.

You smiled softly down at him before answering. “I love you too, Dean” You closed your eyes, relaxing. “I won’t leave you, I need you too much”

So! That’s that finished! I’m sorry it’s so short.. my smut writing is shit. And yes there has been a change of username! I am taking requests!

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Imagine Jack questioning yours and Dean’s ‘friendship’ when he sees you cuddling and why he is the little spoon.

“Leftovers.” Dean said with a small nod of his head as he looked at the bones you, Sam and Jack had found. For some reason you couldn’t focus on what the older Winchester was saying rather than the cowboy hat and shoes he had on. You knew he was going to bring them with him but you had not seen him wear them so far and the sight was certainly much more than just a feast for your eyes. You shared a look with Cas for a second, as if asking him what was going on, and he gave you a simple shrug with shake of his head.

“Yeah, bite marks.” Sam mumbled, nodding his own head as Dean handed the bones to Castiel and leaned back in his seat, casually. His legs propped up on the table, and oh the suit didn’t help your situation in the least bit. He noticed you looking and gave you a smirk, raising an eyebrow almost in satisfaction at which you only rolled your eyes and looked at Cas.

“Looks like a ghoul.”

Jack looked at Castiel with a frown so he explained “Oh, a ghoul is a monster that feeds on the dead. They can take the form of whomever they’ve eaten. Decapitation kills them.”

“Yeah, or bashing their brains in.” Dean added with a shrug and as you looked at him you couldn’t help but let your eyes roam his figure, taking in every small detail.

“So like a zombie shapeshifter?” Jack asked and Sam nodded his head.

“Yeah, pretty much.” Sam nodded his head “And he could have tunnels-

“Alright hold on a minute!” you raised a hand, stopping Sam to point a finger at Dean “Is nobody else going to point out the obvious?” you asked and they looked at you with a frown before you looked at the older Winchester “What are you wearing?” you breathed out with a laugh and Dean tipped his hat in your direction, giving you a playful smile.

“Isn’t it obvious, sweetheart?”

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Imagine Jack questioning yours and Dean’s ‘friendship’ when he sees you cuddling and why he is the little spoon.

“Jack.” Castiel breathed out “Jack!” he said louder, getting up from his seat and trying to catch up with the nephilim.

“Dean? Dean?” the younger man shook the sleeping hunter on the shoulder. Dean snored softly as per usual, oblivious to what was going on in his sleep, and you lay behind him with an arm drapped over him and your legs tangled. Your face was buried in the crook of his No matter how you fell asleep you’d always end up in the weirdest positions ever, this was the most usual one considering he liked to keep a hold of his gun to feel safe for the both of you.

“Jack, I wouldn’t do that!” Castiel pushed the saloon door open, trying to warn him but it was too late.

“Aaah!” Dean snapped awake and cocked his gun, pointing it at Jack. Sam jumped awake at the noise and you let out a groan when Dean’s abrupt movement woke you up.

“No, no no! Dean’s, it’s me. It’s me!” Jack raised his hands in surrender. Dean raised an eyebrow at him, glancing at Cas with only one eye open.

“Ah hey” he said in a rough voice, lowering his gun.

“D” you whined, the man putting the gun away and turning slightly to lay on his back so he could have a better look at you.

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Imagine John assuming you and Dean are engaged and being excited for his son because he can see he loves you. So when he finds out you’re only friends, he takes matters into his own hands, only to embarrass Dean.

The silence felt deafening. Every small sound managed to make you flinch, although you tried to make it seem as less obvious as possible. You kept your eyes focused on the plate in front of you as much as you could, keeping yourself busy with eating because in reality you didn’t know what to say to make up for any of this. You didn’t even know what you could say that would be remotely appropriate too.

Your eyes kept finding their way – as per usual – towards Dean. You noticed the glass of whiskey by his hand and as per usual you wanted to tell him how it wasn’t good for his health, how he should lower it down a bit and most of the time he did listen to you, but you knew that this wasn’t a time for that. You bit back your tongue and held the words in your lips, though, because you knew how much he needed it this time. He needed it to keep him going, especially during this painful silence.

You knew this wasn’t how he had imagined it and it broke your heart to see the man you loved like this, even if he’d never know it.

You dared look somewhere else other than Dean or your food and your eyes found the older man in the room who was already looking around the table with a soft yet very emotional one on his lips. He also happened to be looking at you, clearly taking notice of the worry on your face that you didn’t even try to mask when you looked at Dean. His smile only got a bit bigger and you averted your eyes, looking down almost shyly. It was still a surprise how the older man seemed to figure out your feelings for the green-eyed Winchester faster than him. But the again the entire world probably already knew and Dean would still probably wonder – best case scenario.

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Imagine John noticing the feelings you and Dean have for each other but don’t dare admit and making comments about them to help set you two up.

“Dean I- I really think I shouldn’t-”

“Don’t.” his voice was deep and gruff, more laced with emotion than a couple hours ago but you could understand just why. There was a hint of grief and sadness there, pain even, because he deep down was only waiting for the clock to count down to the moment he had to watch his father leave again. “Just don’t. Don’t you finish that sentence.”

He knew what was in your mind ever since the issue of the dinner came up. You didn’t have to speak up, not to Dean at least, just by taking a good look at you he could read you like an open book. He knew that you felt uncomfortable, for most part around John because you had never met the man.

“I’m just saying-” your voice was small as you started again, watching him as he grabbed more plates for he table. You hated to insist, especially during such a moment when you knew he didn’t even the emotional strength to talk back, but you just wanted him to know at the same time “This is a family moment, probably the only one you’ll get the four of you. I don’t wanna be intruding o-or taking away any of it from you.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” his voice was still deep, when his eyes met yours, you noticed how his frown had deepened significantly.

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Imagine when John returns, Dean looks for you but meets a version of you than never met and fell in love with him which hurts him deeply. Only to find out that before it all happened, you were pregnant with his child and had not told him yet.

“I think it’s temporal paradox.” Sam breathed out, only to get a weird look from his brother so he went to elaborate further “We- We pulled dad here from 2003, right?” he got a nod from Dean “So time is self-correcting. Our timeline is changing to this new one.”

“So, what do you mean?” Dean’s eyebrows pulled into a deeper frown

“It means, I think, that if we don’t fix this, then we become those other versions of ourselves. Like, for real.” Sam breathed out motioning with his free hand, a sigh escaping his lips.

“Ok, well, I’m cool but you’re- ugh.” Dean made a face, waving his phone.

“That’s not the point. The point is, if- if all this is different, then what else changed?” he asked with a frown.

“Yeah, and those people didn’t even recognise us. I went in the liquor store and he said he’ never seen me before. If it’s not just affecting our lives but also the people in it and he is just… one of the ones who have forgotten us, what’s next?” Dean blinked, playing with his phone while the frown never left.

“I- I don’t know. I guess it could be… everyone. People we knew? People we did or didn’t save?” he huffed.

“Could be.” Dean nodded his head, muttering “I mean, we did so many things after dad’s death. Met so many people, friends, family, relationships and mo-” but he stopped himself when realization dawned on him and his eyes widened impossibly so. His entire body froze and his blood run cold. “Son of a bitch.” he breathed out in a dead serious and gruff voice, making Sam frown more.

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Imagine when John returns, Dean looks for you but meets a version of you than never met and fell in love with him which hurts him deeply. Only to find out that before it all happened, you were pregnant with his child and had not told him yet. (Part 2)

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“Seriously Jody, I don’t know how I will ever be able to thank you for everything you’ve done for me for the past couple days and you really didn’t have to put up with the hormonal mess that I am these days.” you said softly, arms wrapped around yourself mostly to bring Dean’s flannel closer to your body. You could barely stand to stay away from him for ten minutes, and he away from you for no more than five minutes, but at the moment and considering your current situation, you couldn’t be around him yet despite how bad you wanted it and missed him.

“I swear to you, I hear those words come out of your lips once more I’m making extra pizza with chocolate for dinner and let you eat all of it!” she gave you a stern yet loving look, the way a mother would and you groaned, but still couldn’t help your smile.

“No Jody don’t do that to me! You know can’t resist it anymore and if I start eating a whole pizza on the third month then who knows what I’ll do the seventh.”

“My point.” she said with a soft chuckle, placing a hand on your shoulder “I just want you to know I’m doing this because I want to. The girls are extremely happy to have you here and you will always be family, no matter what. I mean, did you really think Alex found this toy by accident on one of the rooms in the hospital?”

You couldn’t help a soft laugh, thinking about the small and adorable white teddy bear she had brought to you as a gift for the baby and it was insanely adorable. You wouldn’t let go of it sometimes, daydreaming for hours about the moment you’d get to give it to your baby and seeing its tiny hand hold it. And it actually the second one, the first one having been gifted by its very own uncle. What with Sam finding out first, by accident anyway, he couldn’t contain his happiness and had bought a small white fluffy blanket that you had of course with you all the time and would often lay over your small baby bump. Of course you had not been the one to tell the girls but you were so terrible at keeping this secret they had found out within the third day of you living with them.

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