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Sad Bumblebee

Pairing: Cas x F!Reader

Summary: You and the brothers go on a bad hunt and you end up dead. Sam carries your body as Cas demands Dean to explain what happened to you. After he gets told and sees your body, he goes to his shared room with you and grabs the bumblebee you won him from a carnival and cries in a corner

It was supposed to be a fast salt and burn, but there were more bones to burn than expected. 

A ghost came up behind Dean without him knowing. It was about to stick its hand through his chest but he gets pushed out of the way. “What the he-?” Dean turns his head to see you having a hole through your chest. 

He watches the blood trail down your front and down your mouth and you feel the crimson liquid down your back.

The ghost goes up in flames once Sam found the other bones. 

Your body drops to the ground. “(Y-Y/N)?” Sam asks hesitantly. Dean stands up and runs towards your body to pick your up. 

Tears slowly go down both the brothers’ cheeks as they walk back to the Impala.

Dean carefully places your body in the back seat before him and Sam sit in the front in silence. “What are we going to tell Cas?” Sam asks softly to break the silence. “The truth.” Dean says before starting the engine and drives back to the bunker. “But the major thing is how we’re gonna tell him.” He adds before it’s silent again.

Once they arrive at the garage of the bunker, the brothers stay in the car before Dean hops out. “I’ll warn him.” He walks off to find Cas in the library. “Hello, Dean. How was the hunt?” Dean says nothing. “Is Sam and (Y/N) alright?”

“Sam’s good. (Y/N), uh, she didn’t quite make it.” 

As soon as the words came out, Sam walks in with your limp body. Cas felt his knees go weak. “We’re going to give her a hunter’s funeral.” Sam says softly. Cas stands still, saying nothing as he feels tears go down his face.

The three of them get ready for a funeral for you. 

They’ve been through this so many times for the people who’ve helped them along the way, but they can’t get used to the feeling.

Sam and Dean lost what seems to be their sister, they always saw you as soon. And for Cas, you were his lover. 

Your wrapped body goes up in flames that rests on the logs. Tears stained all their cheeks, watching the flames go up. The brothers pat Cas’ back before they both head inside.

Cas flies in his and your shared room. His eyes move to your bed to see a bumblebee plushie you won him at a carnival up against the middle of your pillows. 

He grabs it to hug it underneath his chin. He sits himself in a corner, bringing his legs up to his chest as more tears spill down his cheeks. He brings a hand through his hair, letting it rest there with sobs escaping from him.

“Come on, Bee.” you intertwine your hands together with his once you arrive the at carnival. 

You feels your body go back a bit from Cas stopping in front of a stall. You shuffle next to him to find him looking at a bumblebee plushie. “Do you want it?” you ask. He nods with a shy smile on his face.

You give some cash to the person behind the stand of the stall, who hands you a gun in return. You shoot down all the targets. “Which one would you like?” The person asks, receiving the gun. “The bumblebee, please.” It gets handed to you. “Thanks.” You and Cas walk off to get some food.

“Here you go, Cas.” You give him the plushie. “Thank you.” He hugs it to his chest. “You’re welcome.” You smile at him. “Now, what do you want to eat? You’re human and you need something to eat ‘cause I’m hungry and you’re gonna be hungry, too.” Cas nods. You two take in your surroundings of the food stalls. Once you choose what you want, you both have a conversation.

I’m Sorry - Dean x Reader

Summary: You get possessed and Dean kills you as you two fight in the forest. As soon as Dean stabs you, the demon had already left and he realized he just killed you

Dean's POV I run through the trees as I'm going after (Y/N). She was acting weird and I had a feeling a demon had possessed her. I was right.

I catch up to her before tackling her to the ground. A groan escapes from her as I flip her onto her back. "Heya, Dean." The demon kicks and pushes me away, my back landing on the ground as (Y/N) stands up in a fight stance.

I stand up with my demon knife in hand. "You know how this goes, Dean. You've already tried to get her out." The demon places her arms to her sides as she slumps her shoulders. "You want her back?"

"You already know the answer to that, bitch." I snarl out. "Then come get her." She grins. I tighten my hold on the knife before lunging towards her, she blocks out the move.

After a couple minutes of her and I fighting, I managed to get her onto the ground with me on top. Just as I'm about to plunge the knife through her stomach, she tries to push my face away. I blindly push the knife in. "Dean?"

(Y/N)'s hands slowly go to my cheeks. Tears are in her eyes. "I think it escaped right before you stabbed me." She choked out with blood slowly pouring out of her mouth and her hands dropping to her sides.

I look down to my hands still holding the knife that's inside her chest, not her stomach. "I-I'm sorry." I whimper out as I take my hands off my knife. Nothing comes out of her.

Tears blur my vision and some escape. "(Y-Y/N)?" I call her name out. I look down at her chest to see it stop moving. "(Y/N)?" I put my hands around the blade and shifting them to cup her face. Tears start to flow down my cheeks. "Please, baby."

I look up to the trees and road ahead of us to see Sam walking towards us. "I didn't mean to." I look back down at (Y/N). "I'm sorry."

Get Back In The Car - John x Winchester!F!Reader

Summary: You tell Dean to pull over ‘cause you can’t do hunts anymore. The three men hop out with John starting to fight with you

John’s POV I go through the pages of my journal as Dean is driving and Sam and (Y/N) are in the back. A few scratches and bruises are on the four of us. “Dean, pull over.”

Dean glances at his sister to give her a confused look through the rear view mirror, Sam doing the same thing by turning his head. “Why?” Dean asks. “Do it!” (Y/N) growls.

Slowing down and pulling over, before (Y/N) could open the door, I reach over Dean to lock all the doors. “Why’d you do that?” (Y/N) glares at me. “You’re not going anywhere.”

(Y/N) swirls around Dean, making him move back more in his seat, so she can unlock the doors. Once it’s done, she goes out her door to slam it. “No slamming!” Dean says as the three of us get out to go to the boot as (Y/N) is grabbing her stuff.

“No slamming? Really, Dean?” Slumping her bag onto her shoulder and closing the boot, “That’s real funny coming from you since every time we go out to a bar, you manage to do that to blonde chicks.” Bumping into his shoulder, she walks past us to start walking away.

Walking faster and making her stop from myself being in front of her, I give her a glare. “Get back in the car.” A ‘No’ becomes my answer. “It wasn’t a question.”

“And I’m not giving a shit.” Doing the same thing she did to Dean, she walks past, but only to have her stop again by my hand gripped around her wrist. “Let go or I’ll do the same thing I did to that wolf.”

Feeling the barrel of her gun underneath my chin, I let go of her wrist. She puts the gun back into its holster. “I’m done hunting. I know it’s hard to get out of this life, but I’m going to stay with Bobby.” Her brothers question why. “Because I can’t be his little soldier anymore.” She answers without looking at them.

Sam walks to her to make her bag dump to the ground to wrap his arms around her. She returns it before giving one to Dean. She picks her bag up to rest it where it was.

“It’s been years since she died. She wouldn’t want you to treat her kids like they do in the army. But you did it anyway because you ‘need’ to find Yellow Eyes. What you need to do is save the people who are going to get hurt or possibly die from these beasts. Also, the difference between you and them, I’m related to a monster.”

And like that, she walks off the way we came.

Dean and Sam now are standing where she was. “You made us lose one of the best things that has ever happened to us.” Dean sternly says as he and Sam grab their bags from the boot. I question what they’re doing.

“We’re staying with her. Like Dean said, we lost one of the best things that happened to us.” Sam closes the boot with Dean handing me the keys.

They both walk in the same direction as their sister. Sighing, I look down to see a pictured key chain on the keys. It’s the three of them when they were younger in a motel with a smile on their faces. I look up to the sky scattered in stars. “I fucked up, Mary.”

Aw, No - Sam x F!Reader x BestFriend!Dean

Summary: You and the boys have separate hunts and end up meeting at the cabin in the woods at the end of them. Once you’re through the door, you see Sam dead

Dean’s POV I dump Sam’s body on the dinner’s table in the kitchen of the cabin. I glance down to my crimson-coloured hands shaking. “Aw, no.” Tears sting my eyes from seeing blood stain his shirt from the area of his heart and some of his intestines hanging out a bit from his stomach.

I peel off my jacket to throw it onto the ground.

I take a chair to sit down in. I lean my right elbow against the armrest, covering my mouth to muffle my sobs. I cover my face with my elbows on my knees. “What am I going to tell her, Sammy?”

On cue, (Y/N)’s car pulls up to the cabin. The engine cuts off with a door closing. I run to the door once it opened to try and block her view.

“Hey. You okay?” She notices the tears down my cheeks with my eyes most likely red. “I-I tried to.” My voice cracks a bit, which makes her have a confused expression.

(Y/N) pushes me to the side a bit to see her boyfriend on the table motionless and breathless. “Sam?” Her eyebrows are furrowed. Her eyes shift to the wounds on him. “No!” She tries to run to him, but I wrap my arms around her from doing so.

“Sam!” She tries to wiggle out from my grip with tears flowing down her cheeks. “Sammy.” She gives up and squishes her cheek against my bicep, her arms around my middle, her hands clutching my flannel.

“I’ve tried to bring him back. They won’t let me. They said his time was up.” I rest my cheek on top of her head. “None of us can’t bring him back.” (Y/N) says nothing.

After a few minutes, (Y/N) had grown tired and fallen asleep in my arms. Picking her up with her legs around my hips and her arms slumped on my shoulders, I walk to one of the two rooms.

Placing her on the bed and putting the blankets over her body, I press a kiss to her temple before walking out of the room and closing the door.

My heart races as Cas is there once I turn around. “Cas. Warning would’ve been nice.”

“I’m sorry about Sam.” He gives me a soft look. I mumble a ‘Thanks’ before walking past him. I hear his footsteps behind me, so I know he’s still behind me. “(Y/N) is pregnant.” I stop to look at him. “Does she know?” A nod is given.

“She was going to tell Sam when she came back, but now she can’t.”

~Two Years Later~

Opening the door to the bunker, I immediately smell pie. Walking down the stairs and to the kitchen, I dump my duffel bag next to the door to see (Y/N) in a pair of shorts and in one of my flannels.

I give her a fright from wrapping my arms around her middle and my chin on her shoulder. “Hey, sweetheart.” She greets back. “You gotta wait for the pie to cool down, so we don’t want a repeat of last time.”

“Last time, that pie looked really good.”

“All the pies look really good.” She turns around to lean back onto the counter. “Where’s that little girl?” I glance around the kitchen. “Sammy, he’s home!”

Once those words are out, squeals come down from the hall. (Y/N) and I move out into it to see a little person run towards us. I crouch down with my arms extended out.

The little girl runs into my arms with a smile on her face. Standing back up, I have Sam’s little head on my shoulder. “Hi, baby.”

“Dada, Dada.” When Sam started to talk, she started calling me that. It was hard to tell her to not call me that, but she saw no one else as her father figure.

She moves her head off my shoulder to squish my cheeks together in her small, chubby hands. She puffs up her cheeks to blow out a raspberry. I lean forward to peck her lips, making her smile and giggle.

Sam takes notice of (Y/N) and extends her little arms to her mother. (Y/N) takes the little girl into her arms before walking back into the kitchen. (Y/N) bends down a bit to look in the fridge to bring out a pie after opening it.

Closing the door, the pie is placed next to the warmed one. “You made another one?” I question. “With Sam’s help.” Taking the small girl back, she starts to pat my cheeks.

Shifting her onto my hip, (Y/N) sets two bowls and a small one all filled with pie. “Cherry?”

“Pie.” Sam blurts out. (Y/N) and I laugh as her and I sit down at the table with the small bowl in front of me.

Sam ignores the small spoon of pie in my hand in front of her and puts both her hands into the pie. Taking her hands back out with her fists being filled with pie, she smashes her palms against my cheeks, making me close my eyes. “Pie.” (Y/N) laughs at what just happened.

With pieces of pie falling onto my lap, I open my eyes and licking my lips. “Aw, no. Not again.”

Take It For The Win - BSM Dean x Winchester!F!Reader

Summary: You take a pole through your chest for Dean as you two fight through a dozen or so of demons. One has a pole somehow and that’s when you take it for your big brother who didn’t see it coming

Dean’s POV (Y/N) and I keep the end of our guns at the person in front of us. “D-Demon? What demon?” The guy has his arms in front of him. “You, you fucker.” (Y/N) grips her gun more.

The guy relaxes his arms by his side, his shoulders relaxed. His eyes flash black before going back to its original colour. "You got me. Thought you would figure it out, not the little one." He says to me.

(Y/N) turns around from a noise coming from behind us. She shuffles, so I can feel her back lean against mine. “At lease a dozen. We should take it for the win. Like a couple days ago.”

Turning my head to the side, I see she has a cocky smile on her face. “I’m so glad I brought you instead of Sam to paintball.” I smile back at her before glaring back at the demon.

He does a small motion, causing the dozen to charge towards us.

After what seems to be a quick few minutes, 20 minutes later, (Y/N) and I are covered in blood and surrounded by the dozen. “Where’d he go?” I look at her turning around to find the guy we were after.

When she faces me, she runs to be at the back of me. My body turns as she had gripped my biceps, her body face me.

Glancing down, a pole is through her chest, the end that came through is now dripping with a thick crimson-coloured liquid dripping onto the ground.

Taking the pole out, I swerve around her to pierce it through the guy’s chest and shooting him in the head. Letting go of the metal, I let his body fall to the ground to have blood come out from the back of the wounds.

Going back to my sister, I help her to sit on the ground, her back against my chest. I put my hands on her chest, knowing that it won’t do shit. 

(Y/N) leans the back of her head on my shoulder. One of her hands grabs one of mine to intertwine them together and resting on her stomach. Looking at her pale face, she gives me the look of ‘I love you’. “I love you, too, baby sister.”

Leaning my head on top of hers, some tears escape. Feeling her hand go limp in mine, I sob out. “Come on. You said we were gonna beat Sammy in paintball.”

Moving her to have her side lean against my chest and stomach, I see her (e/c) eyes drained to a lighter colour. “You really did take it for the win.” I look down my hand holding hers to see the prize she one on my wrist. “Out of all the things there were, you could’ve chosen anything, yet, you chose a bracelet. You’re so dumb.” I chuckle sadly through the tears. “I guess you did take it for the win.”

“Come out, come out, wherever you are.” I sing out with a smile on my face. Hearing absolutely nothing, I get suspicious (Y/N) left me out here on my own.

Pain goes into the middle of my back, making me move my hand closet to it. “Ah, fuck.” Turning around, (Y/N) has a big smile on her fave. “Baby Winchester takes it for the win.” She says a funny way whilst moving her shoulders and rotating her arms a bit.

“Yeah, you did, kiddo.”

Quickly, I raise my gun out to try and shoot her. But only to feel the same pain from my back to my shoulder. “Oh, you motherfucker.”

(Y/N) gasps whilst raising her free hand to cover her mouth. “You talk to those chicks with that mouth?” She places her hand on her chest as she bows a bit.

Walking to her, I bow down to wrap my free arm around the back of her thighs and slumping her over my shoulder as I stand back up. She starts to slap my back.

I thank the man at the counter as I return the guns.

Once out of the building, I start hard hits on my ass. “Stop hitting my ass.” I take the keys out to Baby out of my pocket once I neared her. “Well, I can’t ‘cause I can’t reach your dumbass head.”

Putting her on the passenger side of Baby, I get the back of my head whacked. “Better?” She nods, “Better.”

When the both of us get into the car and myself starting the engine before driving, I ask, “What would you like for your prize?” The word ‘bracelet’ becomes my answer. I question her why.

“Kids would go after teddies or really cool looking hats. Having a bracelet would be a little different.”

Pulling up to the mall, (Y/N) quickly runs in. After a few minutes, she ran back. “Give me your arm.” I raise an eyebrow at her. “Just do it, dumbass.”

“Okay, little shit.” Giving her my arm, she puts the bracelet around my wrist. “Why’d you give it?” I turn my wrist side to side to examine it. It’s simple and black.

“After all the shit you’ve done for me, I thought I’d give you a small prize for the being one of the best brothers who I can call a dumbass. And teaching me to take in the win.”

Part 2

Take It For The Win - BSM Dean x Winchester!F!Reader

Part 1

Summary: Dean brings you back like he did for Sam years ago. Bobby takes him out outside to have a rant at him with yourself listening

“I got her.” He mumbles. He walks back into the house.

Dean’s POV

Walking up to Bobby’s place with (Y/N)’s body limp in my arms, Sam and Bobby walk out to greet them both, but only to stop at the bottom step. Sam runs towards me to take our baby sister out of my arms and into his.

Bobby walks up to me with tears stinging our eyes. I told him what happened, some tears roll down my cheeks. “I’m gonna bring her back, Bobby.”

“What do you think will happen when she finds out?”

“I-I don’t know.” One of his hands grips onto my cheek and chin. He slithers that arm around my shoulders and whacking the back of my head. Relaxing that arm to his side, he gives me a sad look.

“She’s my baby sister, Bobby. She’s one of the few best things that has ever happened to me.”

“I get that you have to look after those two, but they need you more than you know.”

~Hours later, so it’s now night~

“Winchester.” Turning around, a man has his arms crossed over his chest. “What do I owe the pleasure?”

“You know what I want.”

“You get a month.”

After making the deal, I drive back to Bobby’s. Getting out, I see (Y/N) storming towards me. “You stupid son of a bitch!” I let her bang her fists against my chest with tears in both our eyes. “You fucking idiot!”

Sam and Bobby are standing on the porch, watching.

Taking (Y/N) into my arms, she leans her forehead against my chest. “How long do you have?” I hear her mumble. Telling her ‘a month’, she gets out of my hold to start hitting me again.

She stops to look at me, her cheeks being covered in her tears, reminding me of when she was younger, she wouldn’t go to sleep without helping Sam and I. “A month, Dean, a fucking month. As soon as I woke up, I knew some shit happened. When I saw that you weren’t in the room, I fucking knew it.”

Walking up to me, she snatches the keys off me and goes to the driver’s seat. When she settles behind the wheel, I try and open it. “(Y/N), unlock the door.”

“No. I’m going to go find that demon and take it for the win.”

The Demon That Can Feel Love From One Conversation - Demon!Dean x F!Reader

This is requested from my wonderful friend @dimelozabdi​. Thank you for the request 

Summary: Demon Dean is sitting in the dungeon and see you sneak in. You have an emotional conversation about loving each other that kinda breaks him out of it

Once you know that Sam and Cas are out of the bunker to go and do some things, you go down to the dungeon to talk to your boyfriend who is now a demon, one of the many things you hunt.

Opening the door, Dean perks his head up. His black eyes show. A smile is on his face once he sees that it’s you instead of his brother or their angel friend. The darkness fades away, letting his beautiful green eyes come out. “Hey, sweetheart.”

“Hi, Dean.” You breathe out, your shoulders relax. “It’s been days since I’ve seen you. Where have you been? I’ve been missing you, baby.” He shifted in his seat to have his ass touching the back rest.

“I’ve missed you, too.” He tilts his head a bit and has his smile turned into a small frown. “Then why haven’t you come to see me?”

“I don’t know, but I know that I wouldn’t be talking to my Dean.” You walk towards him to have your hands gripped onto his forearms, your face neared his. “That is why you are going to let us turn you back.”

Dean acts like he’s thinking. After a few seconds pass, he shakes his head, “Nah.” His head snaps to the right from you doing a right hook.

You take a few steps back. You watch the small cut you caused on his cheek to heal up.

“You are so dumb by getting that Mark of Cain, and so stupid for doing other things. You went off to fuck those chicks from the bars and diners, knowing little of my feelings for you. You’d do anything for Sam, Cas and I. Fuck, you would die for us and you have.

You think and believe that you’re not worthy to live or to be loved. People have loved you, Dean, and they’ve died for you, so you can live for them, so you can live your life, knowing the people who loved you have died for you and the people who are still alive and loving you now,” you pause to catch your breath, “they would die for you. Fuck me, I would die for you and I have. I’ll do it again over and over.

I don’t care if you shout, yell, scream, or even hit me to not die for you. You are the love of my life and the big brother to Sam and the luckiest friend to Cas. 

You have been there for me in my ups and downs and when shark week comes along. You give the best hugs, cuddles and kisses. And damn, the best sex every time.

I am so fucking in love with you, Dean Winchester.” Your head is tilted to the side a bit, a soft smile on your face and tears stinging your eyes. “But that doesn’t matter right now, does it?”

Dean is quiet, so are you. You walk back to him to give him a sweet kiss. He returns it.

Air. Break for air. You did as you thought of. Dean leans his head forward to lean his forehead against yours.

In the corners of your eyes, you see him make a grabbing motion with his hands. You sit on his lap and have your hands resting on the back of his neck. You begin to play with the short hairs at the nape of his neck.

He leans in to have his lips against yours. “Please, help me.” He mumbles against you. Your hands rest on his stubbly cheeks. “I love you. Please, (Y/N), help.”

“I will.”

Hey! What about one where the reader is Sam and Deans little sister (13-14) and a hunt goes wrong and Sam and dean die and she breaks down in Cas’ arms telling him what happend ? Thanks!

Let’s do this! Thank you for the request :p

Cas Is Always There

You and your brothers stand outside the wrecked and abandoned warehouse from taking a pack of wolves. 

The three of you have some sort of wound on your face. Sam with claw marks, Dean have a small cut, and yourself having a cut on your eyebrow and a split lip.

“I think we got them.” You chuckle.

Sam and Dean give you their bitch faces. “You weren’t supposed to come!”

“Let alone hide in the backseat of Baby!” Dean finishes. 

“At least you two bloody idjits are alive! If I hadn’t been in Baby, then both of you would be dead.” Your eyebrows are furrowed softly.

Dean and Sam start to talk, but their voices begin to fade out.

“Behind-” Your voice breaks the fading noise.

Dean and Sam turn around to have two wolves have an arm in each of your brothers’ chests.

“No!” You scream, raising your gun to shoot both the wolves’ in their heads as soon as their hands get out and be covered in the thick, crimson liquid.

Your brothers’ bodies drop to the ground. 

You scream and cry whilst dropping to your knees. You start to hyperventilate. “Get up.” You manage to get out. They’re just playing some sick prank.

“No.” You look up to the voice. “What happened?” Cas asked. You say nothing, letting your struggled breathing take over.

He opens his arms for you, immediately running into them. One hand is on your lower back, the other cupping the back of your head.

He doesn’t care that your tears are wetting his trench coat. “(Y/N), you need to calm your breathing.” 

“I-I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.” His vessel’s heartbeat is calming you down. “What happened?” He repeated the question.

“I hid in the backseat of Baby as I had a bad feeling about this hunt. I helped them kill the pack and we thought we got them all, we did. But the two that killed them must’ve been hiding.”

After a few seconds of silence, “I’m going to take you back to the bunker.”

You shake your head against his chest, “No. You’re going to take us back to the bunker.” You glance up at him with tears in your eyes, wanting to slip out. He nods.

You slowly walk to Baby and sit in the passenger seat, watching Cas put the dead bodies of your brothers in the back seat. After that’s done, he sits in the driver’s seat. 

“I don’t want to drive.” You say sadly. Cas nods as the engine starts and Baby is back onto the road.

On the way to the bunker, your head is resting in the angel’s lap, one of his hands lying on your side.

Once there, Cas carries you bridal style to your room. Your head rests against his neck, something you’d always do when Sam or Dean carried you.

Setting you on your bed, he leans you against the head rest and kisses your forehead, the kiss lingering for a moment, reminding you of the kisses good night.

“Can you stay?” Your voice is hoarse from the screams. “Yeah, I can.” Cas takes his shoes off to do your movement on the bed.

You move to lie your head on top of his chest. His arm wounds around your shoulder and draw lines and figure 8s on your back. You drape your leg in between his.

“I don’t want them gone, Cas. I want them back.”

“We’ll think of something.” He kisses the top of your head as you’re dozing off to sleep. “I’ll do something.”

Hi? First of all i hope you're fine and second could you write one where before Sam went tô college he had a boyfriend, that he never said anything before he left, so he is waiting for some news about Sam ( who just left him and is now dating Jess), and Dean, who is readers bestfriend, starts mensaging him to cheer him up, and in the end he discovers about Jess and what Dean is doing. I hope this make sense to you

Hi! First of all, I am alright, thank you, hope you are too. Second, I can write this for you. It does make sense and I hope you don’t mind that I’m gonna have Dean and the reader (you) get together :p (and is what you meant to)

College Girlfriend

Sam has been gone for the last few days. He had packed a bag and left without saying anything.

“I don’t know where he went, Dean!”

“He’s your boyfriend.”

“He’s your brother. Just,” you sigh and rub your forehead, “have you heard from him or seen him?”

“No, sorry. I’ll try and give him another call and see what’s up with him.”

Thanking him and saying goodbye, the call ends.

You plop onto the couch, thinking of where Sam could be.

Message from Dorka

Opening the message, it’s a video of him. Playing it, he has his lips out in a big pout, cheeks puffed out and blows out a raspberry.

You smile at it, and replying with, You dork

Your dork tho :p

That you are, Winchester

After a few hours of texting each other and taking your mind off Sam during that time, you thought of the piece of paper he hid from you a few days ago.

Standing to your feet, you go to the kitchen to rummage through the trash to pull out a piece of paper with a few stains on it.

Stanford University

Grabbing your keys, you lock up the house and to your car.

On your way to the university, you call Dean, “He’s at Stanford,” was the first thing he heard as soon as he picked up.

As soon as you arrived at the university, you go to the front desk and ask for Sam Winchester.

The woman at the desk tells you where to go. You thank her before leaving and going through the directions you were told, guessing on where you’re going.

Hopefully at the right apartment, you knock at the door. It opens to show a blonde woman. “Hello, can I help you?”

“Uh, does a Sam live here?”

She nods and tells you to wait a moment to go and get him.

When the two come back, Sam doesn’t see you yet and gives the woman a kiss on the lips. She walks off to have Sam take a few steps whilst looking at the ground.

As he perks his head up to see you, he stops. “(Y-Y/N).”

You shake your head with a scoff escaping. You throw the stained application towards his way. “Congrats on getting in. And getting yourself someone better, I guess. Well, better in your world.”

He calls your name out as you walk away, your heart breaking.

Almost to your car, you see Dean is leaning against it and Baby is parked behind your car.

His arms are open, you immediately going into his warmth. “He’s an ass.” You mumble, Dean humming in agreement.

He cups your cheeks into his hands, bringing your face halfway to meet his for a kiss.

You grab his collar to bring him closer, his hands gripping your hips. He sneakily has one of his hands go to rest on your ass.

You separate from the kiss to lean your forehead against his. “Wanted to do that for a little while now.” He says.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“The kiss or touching my ass?” You lean back a bit more to look at his face.

“Both.”

Hey! I had a idea that the reader is Sam and Deans little sister (13 or 14) and she gets spelled or something to make her go crazy like see stuff talk to walls stuff like that and she ends up in a mental hospital and breaks out and the boys and maybe Cas find her while they’re on a hunt and realise how badly messed up she is please ?♥️

Hey! This kinda sounds like me as I’d sometimes talk to myself :p

Talking Like I’m Crazy

Dean carries your sleeping form into the bunker, Cas and Sam trailing behind him.

Reaching your room, across from Dean’s, he opens the door and settles you underneath the covers.

Sam and Cas are standing outside your room, watching Dean slowly and silently close the door.

“I-I don’t think there’s anything we can do. We already killed the witch and (Y/N) is still the way she is.” Sam says softly.

The three walk off into the library and try to figure out how to get you back to normal. 

A few minutes pass to have the three hear your voice out in the halls. They get out of their seats to follow your voice.

They stop in the hall you’re in to see that you’re talking to the wall, making the angel and your brothers think that you’re having a full conversation as if someone’s there.

“You okay, kid?” Dean asks, cutting you off mid-sentence. You nod, “Yeah, I’m good.”

You walk past them to get to the kitchen, continuing on with your conversation.

A few hours pass to have you and Cas sitting on a bus bench.

A small bus pulls up, the door opening and small chatters in between the other people in the vehicle

“You sure this is going to help?” You ask the angel.

“I hope so.” With a hug goodbye, you walk onto the bus with the door closing behind you.

You settle in the back seat with your bag, tears stinging your eyes. You look to the free spot next to you as if someone said your name and asked if you’re okay.

“I’m alright. I hope this helps, too.”

Some of the people and the driver takes a quick glance at you, thinking you were talking to one of them.

With everyone asleep and the lights out, you have your bag packed after staying at the mental hospital for two nights.

You take a glance to the sides of the hallway to make sure no one was out.

Sneaking quietly past the sleeping guard, you manage to get away.

Later into the night, you’re still walking on the side of the road, following the treeline.

Your shadow appears, giving you a small fright. You chuckle at yourself. 

The car that made your shadow appear stops with the doors opening.

Two taller bodies stop in front of you, their figures being similar. 

“(Y/N), what are you doing out here?” Sam asks.

Him and Dean look up and down at your body, seeing the hospital pants and shirt you’re wearing.

“I didn’t want to be at that place anymore, I can’t. They tell me when to go bed, when to take my meds! I-I just can’t be there anymore!” Tears sting your eyes.

The two wrap their arms around you, yourself relaxing in their warmth. They give each other worried looks.

Sam picks you up, your arms against in between his and yours chests and your legs loosely hanging by his hips.

He sits where he usually does in Baby, yourself still cradled in his arms. Dean puts your bag in the back seat before sitting behind the wheel to continue driving.

When Sam feels your body completely relax and your breathing has evened out, he softly says, “I’ve done more research. She’s stuc-”

“Don’t finish that sentence, Sammy, just don’t.” 

Dean looks at you, taking in the view of your sleeping face towards his way, half of your face pressed against Sam’s chest. 

It reminds him of when you were a baby. It was the only way to put you to sleep, when you had a nightmare, or when you or them just wanted cuddles.

The nightmares and cuddles thing still happens.

Putting his eyes back on the road, in the corner of his eyes, he sees Sam lean his head against yours. Dean releases his hand to curl his pinky with yours.

“Even though she’s gonna be like that for a while, we’re gonna help her along the way.”

The Winchesters’ Zombie Apocalypse

With a scavenge gone wrong, Dean has to do something he never thought he’d have to do.

Pairings: Dean x F!Reader x Sam Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader (you), Bobby Winchester (child), Garth, Dixon (dog - German Shepherd), Ellen (mentioned), Jo (mentioned), Jack (mentioned) Genre (smut, fluff, angst): Fluff, angst AU: Zombie Apocalypse Words: 2,050

This awesome idea was made by @negans-lucille-tblr  This is my entry for @spnsecretsantaficexchange​ ​  For my Secret Santa person, I have gotten @snapplejaxs​​ I hope you like it

Storming into the cabin, you angrily peel off your bloodied flannel to throw it against the backrest of a seat at the dining table. “Fucking idiots! I told you not to follow me into the store! I fucking had it.”

“Sweetheart-”

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me, Dean. I’m gonna go take a shower, then I’m gonna go out for a walk.” 

Doing as you said, you walk past your husbands and into your shared bedroom to grab a pair of clean clothes and into the bathroom. Your German Shepherd, Dixon, had followed you into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

“I feel like one of us should go with her on her walk, just to keep an eye on her.”

“She has Dixon, Sam.”

Nothing is said, silence filling the air except for the faint noise of the shower.

Footsteps are then made on the porch. Small, fast ones coming towards the door before it swings open to show a little boy. “Hey, Bobby,” greeted Sam as he bent down and picked up the four year old. “Papa.”

“Where’s Daddy?” Bobby points at Dean next to them, making the eldest Winchester smile and bump his nose against their son’s. One of his small, chubby hands rests against Dean’s stubbly cheek.

With the three not noticing, you’re leaning against the door frame and smiling at the scenery, wishing that you could snap a picture of them. “Hey, Garth,” your voice had given the Winchester brothers a fright, their eyes on you before looking at your best friend.

“Hey, guys. Thought I’d drop off a little someone.” He points at your son, who’s reaching out to you. “Thank you, Garth.” You take Bobby into your arms from Sam’s.

“Better get back to Bess and the kids, see you later.”

Saying goodbye to him, you turn back ‘round to your husbands. “I’m gonna go take a walk, wanna come? Obviously we’ll leave Bobby here, see if Ellen and Jo can look after him.” You nuzzle your nose against your son’s cheek before blowing a raspberry against it, making him squeal and flail his arms around, his hands now cupping your face.

“Hi, baby.” He starts to rub his nose against yours before stuffing his face against your neck. 

Both my babies, Dean had thought to himself, smiling at his wife and son.

Walking through an abandoned town, Dixon by your side, the brothers are trailing behind you. Dean has been kicking a can since you have entered the town. Then Dixon gets into an attack position, having you three raise your guns.

“Split up.”

“What?” Sam and Dean ask in unison.

“Do it.”

Groans and moans fill the air, rotted bodies shuffled into view. “(Y/N)!” Dean tries to go after you, but Sam grabs his arm to pull him back. They watch you run in front of the herd. It got closer with gunshots going off, the idea of the herd getting you makes Sam scared.

“Come on.” Dean pulls at his arm to have them walk into a store to hide.

Feeling his chest tighten and his breathing quicken, Sam tries to calm himself down. Sometimes Dean was able to help him through his panic attacks, taking longer than you, but you were the one that was able to stop them and comfort and calm the youngest Winchester.

“D-Dean,” he managed to breathe out. Dean is immediately in front of him, reassuring him that you’re gonna be fine. “I-I can’t b-breathe.”

Dean instructs him to try and slow his breathing. “She’s out there on her own and for all we know she could be dead as it seems like she used all her bullets,” Sam started to ramble and continued to do it before he got cut off by his older brother’s arms wrapping around him and bringing him in for a hug.

“She’ll be okay.”

Hours have passed to have the sky darkened and the brothers had gone to the spot where you had fired your gun. Small dots of blood trailed off in front of them with a piece of your shirt ripped on the ground.

“We gotta go back home.”

Bobby is seated in Sam’s lap, head on his chest and Sam’s arms wrapped around the small body of his son. “Where’s Mama and Dixon?” He looks up at Sam, one eye green and the other hazel.

“Mama and Dixon are still out, they’ll be here soon.” Sam answers, hoping that it’s true and that soon enough, you’ll be home.

Barking towards the cabin, Bobby is the first to swing the door open and run across the porch, down the steps and towards where he heard the barks. His fathers are right behind him.

Bobby starts to pet Dixon, Sam standing with them. Dean had stopped in front of them, trying to find you.

Luckily, no one really had thought much of the barking as they were kinda used to it. But if it was constant and no one was able to stop them, then that’s a sign for something dangerous.

Dean had finally spotted you limping towards the four, himself running to you and bringing your blood-stained body against his, himself not caring about the crimson liquid staining his clothes.

“Mama!” Bobby runs towards you, Sam fast-walking to you to do the same thing Dean had done.

“We were so fucking worried, we were about to have a search party for you, sweetie,” Sam leans his forehead against yours.

“You had a panic attack,” is the first thing you said, despite what Sam just said. “Dean calmed me down.”

Once back inside the cabin, you’re in the bathroom. You’re now staring at your naked form in the mirror, your eyes looking back and forth at the bite on shoulder and one on your hip.

Whines and scratches fill the air. You open the door a bit to let the dog in and shut the door behind him before you settle yourself on the toilet lid. “How am I going to tell them, boy?” You chuckle out sadly, trying to lighten up the moment. Dixon rests his chin on your leg, his brown eyes giving you a soft look. “You look after that little boy, you hear me?” You rub one of his ears between your fingers.

“Time for bed, Mama,” Bobby knocks at the door. “Let’s go, Mama.” Dean’s voice repeats.

Getting changed after covering the wounds, you run your hand through your semi-dried hair and out of the bathroom you are.

Standing in the doorway of the lounge and hallway, your heart is beating faster a bit more and your hands are softly shaking.

“Are you okay, honey?” asks Dean, seeing that you’re nervous about something. “I got bit,” you blurted out. “Let me put Monkey to bed.” Sam picked Bobby up and down the hallway to his room.

“Please say something, baby,” you walk towards Dean. Tears started to prick his eyes, some slipping and dropping onto the floor.

“You’re looking so pale,” he chuckles out with a sob. Smiling and sighing out, your arms slither around his waist, his arms wrapped over your shoulders. Your head rests against his chest, hearing his heartbeat. “I want you to do it. I can’t do it myself, I’ll hesitate. Sam will have a panic attack if he does it, so please,” you look at him with tears brimmed in your eyes, “kill me.”

He presses his lips against your forehead, his eyes closed and tears gently flowing down his cheeks. “Go say goodbye to our baby,” he mumbled against your skin.

Doing so, you gently knock against Bobby’s door before opening it, seeing your other husband and your son sitting on his bed. You kneel in front of him, hands on each side of his legs. Sam intertwines his with your closest hand. 

“Mama is really sick. Daddy is going to take care of me.”

“Are you going to get better?”

Sniffing and wiping your nose with your free hand, you answer, “He’s going to have to kill me, baby. If he doesn’t, then I’m gonna get turned into one of those monsters.”

Bobby jumps into your arms, your body thumping against your butt. “Mama loves you, always.” You lean your cheek against the top of his head, tears flowing down your cheeks.

Small knocks grab your attention, making the three of you look at Dean. You stand up with Bobby clinging to your body.

“I’ve told Ellen, Jo and Jack. They’re gonna tell the people.”

Going out to the lounge, Bobby is still clinging to your body. Sam is trailing behind, tears welled up in his eyes.

Setting Bobby on the ground, his hands are gripped into your shirt. “Bobby,” your voice cracks. His hands loosened and letting go of the fabric, his arms now wrapped around your legs.

“You’re gonna be okay.” You cupped Sam’s face, his tears wetting your hands. He brings your body against his, his head resting against your non-injured shoulder. “Sam.” Feeling something wet against his skin and shirt, he looks to see blood dribbling down the side of your mouth and down your chin.

Pulling his sleeve down, he wipes it away, not caring about the crimson liquid staining it. He then tugs your shirt collar back to see the covered bite mark. Your veins have darkened within under the bandage, the ends of the darkened veins stopping underneath your jawline.

“I’m gonna do this now,” you say softly, Sam pressing a kiss to your forehead. You bend down to peel your son away from your leg to hand him over to Sam, but he quickly wrapped his arms around your neck. “Bobby,” your cracked voice comes out as a soft stern. Sam’s hands grab a hold of Bobby’s waist to have you unclasped his hands.

“Mama!” His small hands reach out to you. His head gets tucked away into Sam’s neck, his big hand covering the child’s head. With a last kiss on the lips of your tall husband and a kiss to your son’s head, you shuffle towards Dean.

“I hope you’re ready, pretty girl, ‘cause I’m not,” Dean chuckles out dryly. Cupping his stubbly cheeks, you give him a kiss on his lips. One of your hands then go down to his gun holster to pull the weapon out and make his fingers curl around the handle.

All four of you have tears flowing down your cheeks. Dixon whines and rubs his head against your leg.

Dean wraps his weapon-free arm around your middle, your head now resting against his shoulder. “I have letters for each of you in my backpack. Read them when I’m buried,” you mumble.

“O-Okay.” Dean manages to get out with a shaky voice. You bring his hand up to your head, the barrel of his gun pressed against your temple. “I’m ready now.”

With his hand now shaking and his finger on the trigger, he presses it harder to release a bullet into your head and body going limp against his body. Blood has scattered across the floor and some on his shoulder.

He falls to the ground to wrap both arms around your body to sob against your shoulder.

Bobby had been struggling against Sam’s hold and been scream-crying since the gunshot went off. “Bobby.” Sam shifts the small boy in his arms to hold him as if he’s holding a rugby ball, tucked in his arm. “No! I want Mama!” Bobby screams into Sam’s chest whilst pushing against it.

Sam sits at the bottom of your grave, playing with some of the dirt as Dean, Bobby and Dixon are running around, Dean chasing his baby boy. 

“Dean and I read your letters a few days after you died. We’re gonna have Bobby read his when he’s a little bit older. Can’t believe it’s already been two months without you.”

“Papa! Come play with us.” Bobby yells at him whilst running and bumping against Sam’s back. He starts to climb Sam like a jungle gym. “I gotta go. Say goodbye to Mama.” Sam stands up, taking one of Bobby’s small hands into his.

“Bye, Mama. I love you.” Bobby waves at your grave before him and Sam walk towards Dean, who has a gentle smile on his face.

“I love you, too, (Y/N).” He mumbles to himself.

Can you do a Jo x male reader (platonic) where the male reader is a seer and him and jo hunt together. Basically Dean and Sam need Jo’s help so she brings you along and the brother’s (or mainly Dean) are cautious around the reader because of his abilities so the reader just walks out of them during a hunt then the hunt goes south, the reader senses it and comes to the rescue (just some angst with a happy ending lol)

I hope you enjoy this fic!

Dean’s Seer

Spinning slightly on the stool at the bar, you watch Jo clean and sort out of the glasses that had been used from the long night.

“What’s going through that head of yours?” Jo had broken you out of your daze.

“Nothing.” You trace the rim of the glass in front of you with your fingertip.

“Oh, something is definitely up. You fidget whenever something has happened.” She leans on the counter in front of you.

“The Winchester brothers are on their way here to require your help with a hunt.” A sigh escaped at what you had just said.

You and the eldest Winchester had a bit of a weird past. The two of you were together until Dean had found out of what you are.

He didn’t like it one bit.

And your heart broke at that.

When the two of you first got together, your mind gave you the vision of the future you two had. 

You and him had gotten a nice house, finally out of the hunting life, and there was a little boy and a little girl running around in the backyard. A dog chasing them around. Dean then swooped in and picked up his kids, who squealed in delight.

But that took a big swoop into the no-no corner.

The door opening to the bar gets you out of that thought. You didn’t turn in your seat, only knowing who it was.

You get out of your seat, swallowing the rest of the alcoholic liquid and go behind the counter to clean out the glass.

Jo had seated herself in the seat you were just in. “You have a warm ass.” She commented.

The little comment made you chuckle as you turned around and leaned against the counter behind you. “Thanks.”

Jo digs the tip of her favourite hunting knife into the counter in front of her and spinning it around with her fingertips holding the round end of the knife’s handle.

Looking down to your feet, you watch Sam sit next to Jo and Dean walking behind her. They all began talking about the hunt.

After minutes of talking, the brothers quickly go back to the car to grab their bags and into a spare room in the bar.

“Hey.” Jo walks to you, Sam coming into sight. He stands behind her. “You’re gonna come with us. You haven’t gone on a hunt in a while.” Jo smiles softly at you.

“I think I’m gonna stay out on this one actually.” 

“Please come.” Sam pleaded. “Just ignore him. You know he’s always grumpy.”

“Okay, fine.” Jo squealed, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

At the crack of dawn, the four of you are in the Impala. Jo has her head rested against your shoulder, tiredly mumbling away at how early it is.

An hour later, the Impala stops in front of an abandoned house with a barn next to it. “They’re in the barn.” You nod towards the wooden, animal shelter.

Getting out of the car, you stay behind the three to watch them sneak around the sides of the barn.

When they’re out of sight, you walk away, seeing a faint light in the distance to what seems to be a small town.

You wander around, looking through the windows of the stores.

“Where is he?!” Dean exclaims, tugging at the rope that’s wrapped around his wrists, which are strapped to the armrests of the chair he’s seated in.

“He was right behind us, I swear.” Jo struggles in her seat too.

Screams of the vampires get their attention. A few seconds later, you lean against the door frame, covered in blood with your machete in blood too. Your machete leans against your right shoulder.

Walking towards them, you push your machete back to have the blade through a vamp’s neck. Moving the blade to the left, the head is hanging to the side.

You then cut the ropes, releasing the Winchesters and your friend. “I’ve oiled the place. Just gotta give it the flame.” You walk past the half-decapitated vampire, your hand gripping its hair to tear its head off its body. The head gets dropped to the ground.

When Jo, Dean and Sam are seated in the car, they watch you walk towards the vehicle after you lit the barn on fire.

“(Y/N).”

“Yeah?” You don’t turn in your seat.

“Can you look at me, please?”

Sighing, you leave your half finished beer to turn in your seat, your arms resting on the counter. “What?”

Dean fiddles with the hem of his shirt. “Um, I want to say that I’m sorry for what I did back then. It wasn’t right of me to do that and it was wrong of how I left things. I-I still love you.” He mumbled, his cheeks tinting a pink.

Getting out of your seat, you place your hands under his shirt and to rest them on the skin of his hips. “Look at me.” He tilts his head up, missing looking up into your eyes whenever the two of you are in bed or when you’re sometimes hugging.

“Want to know what I saw when we were together?” He nods, tears wanting and willing to spill out from his eyes. “We got out of this life. You chose the perfect house for us, Sam living right next to us with his girl. You and I got a dog.” He chuckles at the thought. 

“We also got two beautiful kids, a girl and a boy.” Dean gasps, his tears finally coming out. You lift a hand to cup his cheek. “You were chasing them around, the dog on your team.”

Dean leans his forehead against your chest, sobs shaking through his body. Your hand that was on his cheek is now rested on the back of his head. “I still love you, Dean. Always have and always will.”

Giggles and squeals erupt from the backyard. You watch your husband chase around EJ and Bobby.

“Dinner’s ready. Come inside.” The four-year-olds groan, saying that they want to play more. “Okay, then. If you continue to play now, then I get to have your dessert.”

Immediately, they both run inside, the dog running after them. 

Dean chuckles as he walks up the few steps. He wraps his arms around your lower back and rests his cheek against your chest.

The small walking footsteps come back, the twins sitting down on the picnic table.

“Do I get an extra slice of pie since Ellen-Jo stole mine last night?” Dean asked, the question making you chuckle. “It depends if you eat your veggies.” You say before pressing a kiss to his temple.

He takes his head back to look at you. “Do I eat my veggies?” Laughing, you nod. “You did eat your veggies.” Your laugh turns into little giggles when you press your lips to his. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Dean x male prophet reader where the reader has a panic attack and Dean can’t come bear him or else whatever archangel’s protecting him (your choice) would smite him so he has to calm down the reader from a safe distance (preferable behind a door)

I tried ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Dean’s Panicked Boy 

Sitting on your bed, you have your hands buried in the hoodie’s pockets. The hoodie was the only comfort to you right now since it was Dean’s.

When you got home a few hours earlier, you were doing a little research until you remembered what Chuck said when you met him for the first time when Sam and your boyfriend, Dean, had to see him about something.

So, now you sit here, your lungs struggling to make you breathe and your chest had tightened when you remembered that you’re a prophet.

You had begged Dean to be with you, but he couldn’t because Michael was watching and protecting you. And if Dean was with you, then he’d or you would get hurt badly.

It was the thought of what happened to Kevin scares Dean to death because he doesn’t want that happening to you.

You knew that you didn’t want to get hurt or anything, but you desperately need him right now.

“Dean, please, can you come in? I need you.”

“Baby, I’m really sorry, but you have to get through this on your own for now. I can stay with you but only on the side of the door.” He responds from the other side of the door.

“I don’t care what happens to me after this. Just- please, come in.”

You then stand up to shakily walk to the door.

Dean heard your footsteps and immediately stood to his feet as he was sitting against the wall next to the bedroom door.

As soon as your hand was on the handle, Dean’s hand was already on the handle on this side. You tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge.

“D-Dean, please. Please open the door.”

“You know I can’t do that, sweetheart. You have to stay in there for now, okay? Sam and I are trying to sort out how to make you stop being the prophet.”

You feel your lungs and chest tighten a little more with tears streaming down your cheeks. “Please, Dean!” you cry out. “Please let me out.” your voice cracks as you say those words quietly for him to hear.

“(Y/N), baby boy, I love you with all my being and soul, but I need you to stay in here or in a different room where I’m not in it. I’ll bring you food and water if you can’t be bothered yourself, but you have to stay. I will always be on the other side of the door if you want me to.”

Dean then heard thumps from your side. You had dropped to your knees.

“I love you, (Y/N).” Dean says softly. He waited for a response but all he got was a sob. “Please say something, baby.”

“I-I want you.”

“I want you, too. I love you. So much.”

“I love you, too, Dean.”

“I promise we’ll see each other again.”

Secrets Suck, Man

Sam Winchester x fem!reader

With Dean being heavily against the idea of dating while on the job, Sam and you figure out secret ways to be together without Dean knowing. Except, here’s the thing, he already knows.

Angst, fluff, cute stuff with Sam. Takes place during Season 12.

Third Person Pov

"Sam, how many times do I need to tell ya that it's a bad idea. Hunters don't get a normal life and if they did, they ain't hunters no more." Dean lectured Sam who sat in the passenger seat of their 1967 Chevrolet Impala.

"Dean, all I'm saying is maybe it's not a bad idea to be with a hunter. At least you both understand the life and the risks." Sam pleated with Dean trying to get him to see his point of view on the situation.

"Dude, you really want to watch the person you love die because you were busy saving someone else?" Dean asks seriously.

"No, I wouldn't want that even if I wasn't a hunter, Dean. But at some point, I think it's okay as long as both parties understand the risk." Sam spoke with coming off harsher than before.

"Drop it, you know my thoughts on it Sam. It's not a good idea." Dean jabbed back as he turned up the radio to some 80's rock song.

"Fine." Sam sighed in defeat knowing that his plan to try to tell Dean that he already had a girlfriend and that person happened to be you.

Two hours later...

Sam and Dean made their way into the bunker where you were. Sam saw you and gave you a quick, but loving smile. While you waited on them to return, you read the same lore books hoping to find something new in them only to be disappointed again. You smiled back at him making sure that Dean didn't notice you looking at Sam. Speaking of Dean he said a quick hello and sat down on the chair in front of you kicking his muddy boots up on the table.

"Hey, I'm glad your back and everything Dean, but take your shoes off the table please." You asked him rolling your eyes.

"Whatever, did you find anything in the lore about Nephilim" He questioned doing what you asked.

"Same as before, I still only know what I've read for the millionth time and Cas's knowledge." you sighed rubbing your hand around your sore neck. This caught Sam's attention and he made a mental note to himself to help you out later.

"Don't worry we'll figure it out, we've just got to keep looking." Sam reassured putting his hand on your shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Yeah, don't worry about it Y/n, we've delt with worse and won." Dean butted in.

"Yeah, I think the apocalypse and the darkness are a lot worse than this by far. I'd still rather deal with a nest of vamps than this though." You half joked.

"You and me both." Dean sighed getting up out of his seat and walking towards the hallway. "I'm gonna take a much-needed shower see you guys at dinner." Dean spoke walking away to the showers.

As soon as he was gone you rushed towards Sam and gave him a hug. Breathing him in and feeling his body against yours invited instant comfort and happiness to your stressed-out body and mind. And to Sam, he found the same comfort as his arms immediately wrapped around you as he placed his left check on the top of your head. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes allowing himself to be in the moment with you and forget all of the shit that is piled on them once again. He loved you and even having a little time alone was worth the world to him. After some time of just being there with him, your curiosity became too much and the elephant in the room needed to be addressed.

"Baby, what did Dean say?" You asked him raising your head while still holding Sam in your arms. He looked at you with a sad but loving gaze as you waited on his response.

"Same thing as before, he's against it." Sam sighed sadly. "But I don't care he can just deal with it. Secrets suck and I'm tired of keeping our feelings for one another away from Dean. I mean even Cass knows." Sam spoke trying to convince you.

"Yeah, I get that, I just really don't want an angry Dean top of the shit pile that we already have. I really want to tell him, don't get me wrong, I'm just scared to see how he'll react. Hell, I'd rather face Amara again than tell Dean, but I think it's important that we do." You pleaded with him trying to get him to see your point of view.

"Baby, if Dean gets mad that's on him. We are both adults and I think it'll be okay. I know your nervous, but trust me Dean at his core is a really big softie." He reassured rubbing your arms up and down.

"I still feel weird about it, but I think I'm just scared of his reaction, mostly." You whispered putting your forehead on the center of his chest.

"We don't need to tell him right now, we can wait as long as you need." Sam

“Thank you Sammy, that means a lot.” You say smiling at his sweetness.

Just as you two were about to break your hugs out comes Dean wearing his grey robe with an annoyed expression on his face. You were nervous and could tell that had whenever was wrong was serious.

“Dammit, If you two are gonna be together be fucking careful because this life ain’t pretty for us. I’ll support it if you guys do that. I guess some of us should have something good in this shit show.” Dean quickly said before a leaking away. As he did he did a double take. “And you two need to get better at whispering because I could hear everything.” He said annoyed as he walked away.

You both stood there dumbfounded at what just happened. You looked at each other and laughed at the situation. Sam then leaned down and captured your lips into a soft and sweet kiss. He broke the kiss giving you another big smile as he chuckled.

“Well I guess the secrets out.” Sam joked

“Yeah, and by what he said I guess he’s known for awhile now.” You say letting out a deep breath hugging Sam closer relieved that you don’t need to hide out of fear.

“Yeah, I’m just glad that with all of the shit that’s been happening that I still have you by my side. And no matter what I’ll be there for you.” He reassured

“Aww Sammy me too, I love you. And Dean’s right we should be careful about all of this.” You told Sammy nearly sounding like Dean.

“You’re right about that. And Deans right about another thing too. That it’s good that we’ve found happiness in this shit show.” Sam smiled.

“Yeah, we really did. I love you Sammy Winchester.” You proclaimed

“I love you too Y/n L/n.” Sam responded hugging you tighter.

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Beyond Borders [Supernatural Au x teen demon reader] PT 4

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Key 🗝-

Y/n = Your Name

H/C  = hair Color

H/L = hair Length  

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{November 26, 2019}

Y/ns pov:

We all walked out of the house and got into an old pickup truck. Dean complained, something about sam and a baby. He mumbled most of it so I didn't hear him clearly. Dean and Castiel sat up front, Dean being in the driver's seat and Cas being the passenger. I hopped in the back and buckled myself in.

The ride to the store wasn't long, it only took about 20 minutes. No one talked the whole way there, the only sound was the radio as it played old rock hits. The ride was quite awkward I wish someone would've talked but what were we supposed to talk about? My parent? I'm the only one that could see Castiels wings or why he had wings? and I just stayed quiet

Once we got to the store we got out of the car and walked into the store. the store had big letters on the side that said ' WAILMARTS'. When we walked in the store was busy, people walked through the isles.

dean went to go find a cart leaving me with Castiel . " Why do you have wings ?" I asked castiel "you can see them ? " Castiel asked sounding supriesd " sometimes " i said as i shrug " cant everybody" i asked "No " Cas said " so are you like a bird or something? " I asked again as i tilted my head in slight confusion "no I'm a angel of the lord " Castiel answered " WAIT AN ANGEL" i said very loud , some people turned their head to look at us . Are you gonna kill me ?" i asked and took a step back . I only met angels a few time and every time i met them they tried to kill me . They all usually had the same reason why to , all because i washalf demon and the fact of me actually existing is very dangerous .

i began to shake a little , i was actually scared . " no I'm not " Castiel said he took a step towards and put his hand on my shoulder , but i slapped it off and went into fight or flight mode and ran off into the store , Castiel didn't follow me but i kept running . i then found my self in the middle of the women clothing section . I frantically around for a place to hide just incase Castiel or Dean came to look for me . I then spotted the changing rooms . I then sprited to them and saw their was 5 doors , i tried to open the doors but only one of them opened them opened . I pulled on the door so hard to open it i almost fell back . i scrambled into the cahnig room and noticed the door had a lock so i most obviously locked it .

I fell onto my knees, to be honest i was scared out of my wits and to be honest i was scared angels and as i stated earlier I've met angels and none of them were good . so i had every reason to be scared of angels , I almost died to an angel once but i made it . for some background years ago when i was like  12 and I was hunted by an angels and boy did that angel not like me . It stabbed me in my leg and almost cut my throat , if that random dude on the street didn't call 911 sooner I would have been dead  and since then I've always been angels and angels always scared of me .

(fast forward 20 minutes )

Castiels pov :

Dean had came back with the shopping cart and asked where the y/n had gone and I had to explain what had happened , of course he was as confused as i was of why y/n had ran off . Now we were wondering the store in hopes of finding y/n . "do you think they left the store ?" dean asked "no their here " i told him " well how do you know " dean looked at me with doubt " angel sense " i said as i walk faster ahead .

(fast forward 1 hour)

"Cas i don't think their here " dean said angerly as we walked through the  front of the store " well then i don't know dean " i angrily said back " why don't you use your angel powers to teleport yourself to where they are , use your angelm powers or some shit ! " dean said even angry this time " MY POWERS DONT WORK LIKE THAT DEAN ! " i yelled at him . this caught the attention of a worker as sghe walked up to us " excuse me sir , but is their an issue?" the worker said as she nervously stood and asked "umm yes actually we lost our umm ...." dean drifted off "kid" i said " ah ! yeah we lost our teenage kid and we cant seem to find them anywhere " dean said looking down at the quite short worker " well we could make an anocument ion the speakers would that help " she said " yes ! that would be great thank you " dean said " no problem just follow me " she began to walk away and motion for ius to follow her .

we followed the worker as she bring us to a desk in the front of the store . The worker went behind the desk and stood behind what looked like a mic on a stick . " Now ok sir , whats the name of your child and what do they look like ? " the worker asked dean "their names y/n , and well their this tall they have h/l h/c hair and redish eyes and uhh was wearing a black hoodie and jeans " dean said and the worker nodded and then pressed a button on the bottom of the mic "Attetion shoppers ,please look out for a teen with h/l hair and h/c hair with red eyes and was last seen wearing a black hoodie and jeans , and they go by the name y/n so please if you see them please go to tell a worker and if y/n your hearing this there your dads are looking for you so please make your way the the front desk , please and thank you " the work said into the mic then letr go of the button and looked back up us " well your welcome to stay here but i must go i have to finish restocking " the worker then walkwede off into the store

"god i hope that works dean mutters as he rubs his eyes   " me too " said and nodded

y/ns pov:

As i sat in the changing room i heard an announcement on the speaker . "...... if y/n your hearing this there your dads are looking for you so please make your way the the front desk , please and thank you " the lady on announcement said . my dads ? is she talking about Dean and Castiel . well now i sorta bad , should i just go to the front . i then decide to just leave the changing room . i then stood up and took a deep breath . i put hand on the door handle and unlocked it . i slowly opened the door and then slowly stepped out . the part of the store i was in was empty so that was good  . i walked around the store , i was basically stalling of going to the front desk . i had finally made it half way to the front desk from where i was standing i was basically out in the open anyone could see me . i could see dean and cas standing in front of the front desk . they were talking , i think . i felt my stomach twist , i felt nervous , i began to shake and swat a bit , I've never felt like this . why do i feel like this . why am i so scared .

3rd pov :

dean turned to look behind him as he did he looked to see y/n standing in the middle of the store . they were shaking and looked scared . " Cas look!" dean said as he hit cas arm gently , Castiel  turned too and made eye contact with y/n , making y/n shake even more . y/n began panicking they felt scarred , more scared then they had ever felt , they were now a lot . dean and cas basically ran too y/n . y/n didn't move all they did was look at the ground and continue to shake .

"KID! where the hell did you run off to " dean asked y/n , y/n only continued to look down at the floor "kid are you ok ? your kinda .. uh shaking ?" dean said as he put a hand on y/ns shoulder and felt y/n violently shaking " is it because I'm an angel ?" castiel asked , y/n they shook more . "so it is about cas " dean concluded . "he's not going to hurt you " dean said " he's a .... good angel , do you have i bad experience with angels or smt ?" dean asked , y/n nodded their a little bit " i would never you , i have nio reason to " cas said " why don't you go sit in the car for a bit and we can get grocery " dean asked y/n , y/n nodded "ok well ill take you to the car and cas can stay her e, lets go " dean said . y/n nodded and grabbed onto deans sleeve as they left

Dean and y/n walked through the parking lot "I'm sorry " y/n said quietly as they tightened the grip on dean sleeve as they looked away  "its ok , kid " dean said . " you wanna tell me why you ran way ?" dean asked y/n " i got scared " y/n answered "of cas ? " dean asked "yeah , he told me he was an angel and i kinda freaked out " y/n looked back at the store before looking at dean " i don't really have the best experience with angels " y/n said "why?" dean asked "a while back one tried to kill me and angels don't really like me , most come to earth to hunt me down , due to me being half demon in all " y/n told dean .

they both had made it to the car . y/n opened the back seat door and sat down "well I'm gonna go back into thwe storwe you gonna be ok outh here by yourself ?" dean asked " ill be fine " y/n aansered "well ok have fun in the car " dean close y/ns door and walked back into the store ." i will " y/n said to themself . y/n laid won in the back and closed their eyes . they curled into the fetal position and tried to fall alseep . caus maybe if they were sleeping when cas came bAck it wouldn't be awkward . y/n soon fell asleep .

cas and dean contained to shop for groceys and when they came back to car to see y/n asleep they couldn't help but smile . maybe taking in a homeless kid wouldn't be so bad .

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Beyond Borders [Supernatural Au x teen demon reader] PT 6

{some parts are edited some arent}

Key 🗝-

Y/n = Your Name

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❗❗❗❗❗TW - this chapter will talk about abuse and achohlosim so be warned ❗❗❗❗❗

Recap - CRACK

the wall cracked. I could see the walls insulation (think like when Syd from ' I'm not ok with this ' broke the wall). did I do that? could I even do that? I looked down at my hands, they were sweaty and shaking

what the hell is wrong with me ?

{ December 3, 2019}

Y/ns pov-

How am I gonna cover this up ? I was now standing in the front of the huge crack in the wall . the crack was about half as tall as me and it was deep . Did I make that ? can I even make that ? I took a deep breath and turned the face the other way . I went to the side of my bed and grabbed my bag from where it sat . i slung the bag over my shoulder and made my way the the hatch-door on the floor .

i opened the hatch . the latter attached to it fell as well . I climb down the latter into the room . They turned the hatch room an office , it had a 2 desk and selves so many shelves , all covered in books and other weird misalliance things .  i walked out into the hallway and down the stairs . i went into the kitchen .

when I went into the kitchen I saw a somebody standing in front of the sink looking out into the the backyard . i didn't move all I could do was stare at him . He was tall and had long hair , he was wearing a flannel and dark blue jeans ......... wait , .................... was this sam ? had it really been 2 hours . I looked at the clock that hung on the wall .

12 : 47 pm

I then looked back at the stranger . i slowly then walked back out the door but as did he turned around . we looked at each other . he looked confused , i realized he probably had no idea whoo i was . we looked a each other for a bit , i knew what i had to do . I took a deep breath in and open my mouth "STRANGER DANGER ! " i yelled and ran back into the other room aka living  room .  i then proceeded to stand in the living room . i stared at the door way , after a few minutes became running into the living room but this time he had a gun and the gun was pointed at me . " Who the fuck are you " he said . i stayed silent and just stared at him , i had no weapon and i didn't have my hood on so he could see my horns and that wasn't good , my backpack had no weapons in it .

" why the fuck are you in my house ?" he sounded angry  " uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" is all i could muster out . what was i supposed to say ' hi mystery man , my names y/n and I'm a half demon teen wholives in your attic and don't worry i totally didn't crack a huge crack in your wall' . He cocked the gun " name , now " he said . " Y/N-N ! " i said "and why are you here ? " He asked " i uhh kinda ummm live here " i anwsered .

"no you dont " he told me  " uhh actually i do " . The mystery man steppeed even closer . we were now only a few feet from each other  " whats with the horns " he took another step "their none of ya buisness " i said and stepped back "get out of my hou-" "SAM ! what the fuck are you doing !?" a voice boomed from the front door . It was dean he stood in the door way holding a bag , Castiel then walked in and stood next to him . " Dean ! look  this kid was in your house and refused to leave " 'Sam' said as he still pointing the gun at me " I have a name ya know " I retorted "y/n , shush " dean said as he waved a hand towards

"ok sam just put gun down and lets talk " dean said as he walked up to sam and put his hand on the gun , slowly pushing it down " ok lets talk about how there a litrel a child claiming that claims they ' live here ' . WITH horn may I add ! " Sam angrly said as he put the gun to rest on his side "ok ok , I can explain, so umm sam this is y/n they kinda live here and is half demon-" " A DEMON?!" Sam cut dean off and quickly pointed the gun at me again in a panic . As a reaction I put my arms up like as if a policeman was pointing a gun at me . " HALF ! Half demon Sam ! Jeus fuck . " Dean shouted and this time took the gun of of Sams hand .

i [put my hands down . Sam grabbed deans shoulder and said to him " Dean can we talk in the kitchen " Dean nodded and they both walked into the kitchen . i sighed and looked at the front door , it was wide open ' dean must of forgot to shut it ' I thought to myself . i went to shut the door . As I stood in the door, my eyes drifted to the sky. The sky had gotten darker and it looked like it was going to rain. I closed the door with a shrug.

as I walked into the living room I could hear sam and dean  yelling and well I got curious , so I stood by the doorway where I could hear them clearly but they couldn't see me . " Dean they cant live here " Sam shouted "Their a demon what if they kill us or turn on us , think of ruby . " "Sam their nothing like ruby , this is just a kid . They cant kill you wanna know why caus their scared of cas ! And cas is cas ! " Dean shouted back " They have to leave " Sam barked back " listen sam , I known this kid form about a week this kid cant do shit we're fine and plus I've been doing some researched and I found their mom and i gave her a call and told her everything and she told me that shes gonna drive down here and pick the kid up . so we'll be fine shell be here in a few days " dean explained to sam . he called my mom ? she coming here ? All the way from Arizona ?

My hands Stared to shake . No I couldn't do this again  . i couldn't see her again . I hated her and I still do . I moved so that I was standing fully in the door way . I faced them . I stared to feel like when I was up in the attic (aka my room ) . I was shaking , my thought were racing , but this time  I felt sick to my stomach " You what !"  I angrly yelled . the two looked looked towards me , sam still looked angery and dean looked surprised " YOU CALLED MY MOM !?"I yelled even louder  . my fisted clenched and stepped into the kitchen .

" Kids it not what it sounds like " Dean fully turned around and put his hand up in defense " it sure sound like it ! " I  stepped closer and stood tall . " kid listen you cant stay with us it dangerous !"  Dean said loudly " AND ? Is that the only reason ? Dean , I've been on the run since I was 13 ! 2 years ! I'm 15 and I've been without a home for 2 years ! Do you wanna know why I ran away ?! Heres the reason , my mom got drunk everyday and would beat the living shit , she called me a mistake and gods leftovers ! she would beat me for hours and then when she was done she would get drunk and cry to me about how she missed my dad and that she was sorry ! but she never was ! "  I screamed at him . he looked at me almost taken back , sam did too " The day I ran away she beat me so bad ki could barely walk but I walked I fucking went to my room and packed up my shit and walked all the way to a whole different fucking state! " I counted to scream at him

" you wanna know what dean ? I'm done I'm out " I almost mumbled and turned "wait kid-" he put a hand on my shoulder I slapped it away " no " after that I ran , ou the kitchen and to the living room . i threw the door open and ran . It was raining but I dint care i ran . I ran but I looked back to sree dean standing in the yard he looked at me . i stopped running and turned around , for a second he looked almost like he happy as if I was gonna stop runnign and turned around but I didnt . cupped my hands around my mouth and yelled " I HOPE YOU FUCKING BURN IN HELL !! " I then flipped him off , turned back away from him and ran like my life depended on it .

As i ran i could feel the rain soak my hair and my hoodie . i Ran for what felt like hours . My legs hurt like hell but i didnt stop nor did i look back , as i was running i saw something in the distance , It was a park . I ran faster . when i made it to the the park i ran to the nearist seat which was a bench . I collapsed onto the bench. I buried my face in my hands and cried. The tears poured out of my eyes and I wept, letting out loud, strangled cries.

I cried for what felt like hours . I sat on the bench in the soaking rain sobbing for hours . The park was filled with the loudest silence I've ever heard . I felt so overwhelmed  . i lifted my face from my hands . i looked around the park . it had a play set and a sand box , it also had lots of picnic tables scatter around . i was looking around my eyes turned to the road. it was empty . After staring at the road for a while, lights came from it, and a car drove past. It was kind of an old car like an Impala or something, and I glanced into the driver's window and spotted the last person I wanted to see. Dean fucking Winchester . I looked around in hopes of  finding somewhere to hide , that's when i spotted a wooded area . 'perfect', I thought to myself. I took one last look at the car before standing up and bolting to the wooded area.

i soon found my self standing in a small clearing with trees all around me . I hugged myself and fell to my knees . My body began to shake again not because i was scared or upset but because i was cold and tired . Tears began spilling out of my eyes once more . the sobbing began again . My eyes were glued to the ground . My arms fell and gripped onto the ground, ripping some grass out of the ground as i tighted my grip on the ground .I let out a pained anguishing scream but when i di a wave of bringing fell over my ears . I power washed out of me and into my surronigings . Trees fell down and and loud crashes was i all i could hear (like syd from I'm not okay with this >>>>>>>>>> https://youtu.be/1kbOdI08Ct4 )

I teared my gaze away from the ground to look around . this time the silence was louder . My sobbs had stopped looked had what i had done . i felt sick to my stomach  . i sat in horror as i stared at the fallen trees .

clap clap clap  

i began to hear a slow clapping coming from behind me . my head snapped back to see how it was . a man stood there with a almost welcoming grin . the man wasn't tall , he wore an all black suit and had very short balck hair and had a short , that was very thing . He took a step towards me andsmiled at me "w-who-o a-are yo-ou " i manged to stutter out " my names is crowley and I'm here to help you , y/n " his voiced sounded almost to sweet " y-you-re here to h-help m-e , how ?" i asked . I scrambled to stand up and face him . " i can take you away from all this , and i can give you a place to call 'home'" Crowly assured . "what the catch ? I'm mean this all sound to good to be free "i asked " its a small price but it all depends how do feel about working for a demon ? " He asked but it sounded almost like a joke . i thought for a second i had to decision 1 , i could run from him and repat what ive been doing for the past 2 years and keep going on the run or 2 work for this random guy claiming to be a demon and have a home and leave all of this shityness behind me .

" (sigh) ill take the job " i sighed "that what i like to here " .

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Supernatural and First Sons. Something about duty and how it is enforced with violence, and love and it being dispensed as anger.

And how the second child is a victim to it all.

Something about how Chuck at the beginning of it all was a second child, victim to his older sisters love and anger. Imprisoned by the wants and desires she had about his life and the way he was allowed to live it.

The First Child is always right in the end, the second child should have listened, but they are weak corruptible and wrong. Chuck destroys the world, how could he think he could ever build it.

This is the story he has always written. It’s the only one he knows.

Supernatural and First Sons. Something about duty and how it is enforced with violence, and love and it being dispensed as anger.

And how the second child is a victim to it all.

Something about how Chuck at the beginning of it all was a second child, victim to his older sisters love and anger. Imprisoned by the wants and desires she had about his life and the way he was allowed to live it.

The First Child is always right in the end, the second child should have listened, but they are weak corruptible and wrong. Chuck destroys the world, how could he think he could ever build it.

This is the story he has always written. It’s the only one he knows.

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Any character and a number...

1. "That wasn't very smart".

2. "Please tell me you didn't do that".

3. "Ok fine, I'm sorry, get off of me"

4. "I didn't mean for this to happen"

5. "I wish I didn't have to feel like this anymore".

6. "Why can't you just try to understand"

7. "I love you, but this can't happen anymore"

8. "Are you coming back to bed?"

9. "I love your stupid face, jerk"

10. (Insert dialog here)

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