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Prompts - 60 - “I crashed your family member’s wedding for the free food but hi there”

You were staying in a hotel when you saw that a wedding party was being held in one of the party rooms. You raised your eyebrow as an idea formed in your head, you knew you had a fancy-ish dress you could throw on and blend in with the guests. It looked like there was enough people in there that you could pass as a distant friend of the family. A grin spread on your face when you saw the food that had been left on the table, who were you to pass up free food? Quickly, you headed back to your hotel room, slipping into something a little nicer than the hoodie-leggings combo you were rocking before adding a bit of makeup and heading back downstairs. It was easy enough to sneak into the room and over to the buffet table, grabbing a plate and going to town, helping yourself to the food.

“Best thing about a wedding, huh? The food.” Someone said to you, you turned to look at him. The man was definitely taller than you, looking insanely handsome in his fitted suit.

“Very true.” You laughed, biting down on a sandwich as you turned to face the sea of people who were eating, dancing, laughing, generally just having a good time. Your eyes landed on what was obviously the bride and groom, the groom was bent down, gently kissing his new bride though you could see the kiss was cut off quickly as he was smiling too wide.

“How’d you know the happy couple then?” He asked you with a grin as he too watched the couple. You paused for a second, panicking and cursing yourself for not creating a decent backstory before hand. You cleared your throat before answering him.

“Oh, I’m an old family friend of the groom. What about you?” You prayed to anyone who was listening that he bought your story. The stranger turned to face you, brow raised and a smirk playing on his lips as he took in your appearance.

“Family friend, huh? I’m the groom’s brother and I gotta say pretty face like yours, I think I’d remember you.” The smile fell from your face as you realised you had been caught, there was a 50/50 chance of getting caught out but the brother of all people, your luck really was bad.

“Ok, Ok, I crashed your family member’s wedding for the free food but hi there” You were thoroughly surprised when he laughed at you instead of immediately kicking you out, your eyebrow raised questioningly as he just leaned back against the table, continuing with eating his food.

“Gotta say, I’m pretty surprised I’ve never done that before. I mean, he has pie at this thing, why wouldn’t you crash the party?” He was still laughing as spoke, causing you to relax a bit and carry on working on your plate of food.

“So, I can stay?” You asked him with a sweet smile on your face, he chuckled again.

“Yeah, sure thing. But you gotta know the basic facts. The groom’s name is Sam Winchester, the bride is Jessica Moore. They’ve been together for so long, high school sweethearts. Sammy’s head over heels for the girl. Anyway, that man over there,” he said, pointing at another tall man, head shaved and a greying beard, “is John Winchester, our dad, and the man next to him is Uncle Bobby, practically a dad to us as well though.” He continued pointing out people you should know, telling you a bit more about his brother and Jessica as he did.

“Great, so I know practically the whole family, but I still don’t know your name.” You smiled as his eyes widened.

“Oh yeah, I’m Dean Winchester and you are?” You introduced yourself to him and he grinned. Quickly, he grabbed two plates and cut two slices of pie, setting them down before handing you one and dragging you over to where most of the family had gathered. Sam was the first to notice the two of you, excusing himself from the conversation he was having with, you wanted to say Jessica’s dad but honestly weren’t 100% sure.

“Dean, hey! Whose’s this?” He asked as he smiled at you.

“This is Y/F/N Y/L/N. She’s a friend of mine and I knew she was in town, thought I’d invite her to the party.”

“Oh well hey, it’s nice to meet you.” He told you, offering you a hand to shake which you did.

“You too. Congratulations!” He thanked you with a grin, you could see his eyes were glazed over, happiness and disbelief that he had married his longtime girlfriend. He looked like he knew he was the luckiest man in the world. You were introduced to Jessica before Dean introduced you to his father and Bobby.

After you had been acquainted with everybody, Dean led you to a table that was free and you spent hours trading stories back and forth, telling each other your hobbies, likes and dislikes, jobs, goals, favourite music and movies, pretty much anything that came to mind. There was never a lull in the conversation, you both were enjoying the others company. A night that had started off pretty crappy for you had been transformed so quickly. The intention you had when you came in here was free food to eat whilst you moped around, but you ended up truly enjoying yourself, forgetting about the bad things that had happened that day.

“Care to dance?” Dean asked as he stood, offering you his arm.

“Oh no, no. I don’t dance.” You told him with a slight blush.

“Sure you do.” He replied with a cheeky grin, grabbing your hand and pulling you to the dance floor just as a slow song started. You rested your arms around him, Dean does the same to you as he started moving. You swayed gently and moved your feet as he directed, resting your head against his shoulder as you let yourself relax into the dance.

“See you do dance.” He laughed, causing you to groan, but smile up at him.

You weren’t aware of the three sets of eyes that followed yours and Dean’s movement from the side of the room. Sam, John and Bobby talked quietly about Dean’s behaviour, glad to see the young man was laughing and having a good time. Since his break up, he’d been shut off from women emotionally, going back to his old routine of one night stands. Watching how he was with you made the members of his family smile, it had been a long time since Dean looked this happy, his old relationship had worn him down completely and they thought you two looked good together. As long as Dean was happy, that’s all that mattered to them.

“Mind if I cut in?” You both turned to look at Sam, who held a hand out to you, Dean shrugged down at you but you gave him a pleading look that had him smirking.

“She’s all yours brother.” Dean grinned before wondering off, leaving you with Sam.

“He seems happy with you.” Sam told you causing you to blush slightly and immediately try and shut down whatever he was thinking.

“We’re not together. In fact, we haven’t known each other that long and-” Here Sam cut you off, “I don’t think it matters how long you’ve known someone for. I knew Jess for only a few months when I realised that she was it for me. She’s my endgame. I was in high school when I figured that out. If the connection is there then, why deny yourself of what makes you happy. I know I sound like a cliche and it seems I’ve had this love thing figured out, but I don’t, I definitely got lucky with Jessica. Maybe you and Dean are just what each other need right now.”

You looked up at him, eyebrows drawn together. You’d only known Dean for a couple of hours, but what Sam had said about a connection, you felt something with Dean. You could picture yourself dating him, you had a great number of things in common with him, but at the same time you’d literally only met him today.

“Maybe you have a point.” You told him, causing him to grin down at you. He looked over at Dean and noticed his brother’s eyes were still on you, he wondered if they’d ever left.

“Trust me Y/N, I know my brother. He’s into you, but sometimes he won’t do what he wants because he doesn’t want to risk screwing things up. Make a move, I promise it’ll be worth the risk.” Sam smiled at you again, breaking away from you as the song ended. You made your way back to Dean, who grinned when he saw you coming over.

“Hey, are you busy tomorrow?” You asked him, hands fiddling with the bottom of your dress. He smiled and told you he wasn’t, his own hand coming up to run through his hair. “Do you maybe, I don’t know, wanna go out for dinner with me?” He grinned at you.

“On a date?” You nodded, confirming it was indeed a date. “I’d love to go on a date with you Y/N.” With that, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

27 - "I think you might be pregnant.” Sam Winchester noticing reader is tired grumpy and sick often and thinks she is pregnant. She notices it being weird to now I’m saying that and realizes she has not gotten a period in awhile . Now the hard part is Telling her boyfriend Dean Winchester the news.

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Warnings - Sickness/puking, pregnancy(?).

You had become a hunter a few years ago when a group of werewolves had killed your family, that’s when you met Sam and Dean Winchester. Meeting them had been the best thing to happen to you, even under the circumstances in which you had met. You’d gotten your revenge, but it hadn’t made you feel better like you thought it would but the Winchester’s helped you out. They offered you shelter in their newly found bunker, and you had become close to both of them. Sam was your best friend; he was the one you went to about things you couldn’t tell Dean, the one you nerded out with. He was like your brother. Dean Winchester was something entirely different. You adored him from the moment you had met him. This life was hard, and Dean had tried to deny his feelings for you whilst trying to make you do the same, it didn’t work out. Eventually, Sam talked some sense into Dean and you two had gotten together. He was terrified something would happen to you but knew you could protect yourself though he had given you a speech about how in this life it was dangerous and there was no time for that perfect picket fence and apple pie life that most people dreamed about. You’d known that from the moment you had gotten involved in hunting though but any moment you spent with Dean was so much better than that life.

Recently you had been skipping cases that popped up, opting to stay at the bunker instead. It’s not that you wanted to but recently you’d been throwing up, with was unusual for you. You started the day of bent over the toilet, Dean holding your hair back and wiping your face for you even though you protested him being there. Throughout the day you felt better but you had been more snappy than usual with the boys as of late, the other day you had snapped at Castiel for something so minor and stupid, it had ended in you crying into Castiel’s shoulder as you chocked out an apology and he awkwardly held you until Dean showed up. You had no idea what was wrong with you, your emotions were usually something you had a grip on, in this life, you had to otherwise you’d be having a breakdown every other day. Whilst you were confused, you had to ignore it as best you could as you sat in the library reading over lore books to help the boys with a new case.

Dean had run out to the store to grab a few things you guys needed in the bunker whilst Sam had gone out for takeout. You were thankful he had as you had a real craving for your favourite food from the place, it was the one thing you had been looking forward to as you and Castiel read book after book. You looked up as the door slammed shut and Sam came in, shortly after he put your food in front of you and immediately your appetite went, your face paled as you stood up. You knew you wouldn’t make it to the toilet so quickly made your way over to the trash can and began to puke, tears ran down your face, a mixture of tiredness, being fed up of puking and disappointment over your usually favourite meal making you sick before you even had a bite. Sam came over and began to rub your back with one hand whilst his other held your hair back, you thought you heard him ask Castiel to grab you a bottle of water but you were so focused on your pity party you weren’t sure.

Once you had finished puking you leaned back against Sam, letting him wrap his arms around you as you cried. Sure enough, a water bottle was being held against your lips and you drank slowly before pushing it away from you, a whine leaving your lips. You vaguely recall seeing Castiel leave the room again as Sam helped you up, most of your weight on him as he helped you to your room. Gently he laid you on yours and Dean’s bed, tucking you in before taking a seat on the bed himself. He had noticed your behaviour over the past few weeks, nearly a month. He noticed the exhaustion you were feeling, made note of your sickness, Dean told him about how you usually felt better after puking in the morning but sometimes complained of stomach pains. He took note of your ever-changing mood, one minute you were snapping at someone and the next you were crying into their shoulder and then went back to your regular self. He had a hunch of what could be causing this but wasn’t sure how to bring it up, the best tactic was probably to ease into it but he hated seeing you like this so just tried to ask as best he could without upsetting you further.

“Y/N, I know you’ve noticed your own behaviour these past few weeks. The lack of sleep, the morning sickness, the cravings, the mood swings, hell even your favourite food is making you sick. Is there any chance you could be,” here he paused, looking at you waiting for understanding to cross your features, instead your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. ‘Great’ Sam thought to himself, ‘the thought had never crossed your mind.’

“Y/N, I think you might be pregnant.” He watched as your face betrayed a range of emotions in such a short space of time, confusion, sadness, happiness, anger, hope all showed before you settled on disbelief. There was no way you could be pregnant, you and Dean were careful, you had to be! This wasn’t the kind of life you could bring a child into. You liked this life and you knew Dean did too, you couldn’t take that away from him but you also knew you couldn’t get rid of this baby if you were even pregnant. You were freaking out over something you didn’t know was certain yet but deep down you knew, it was the only reasonable explanation for your mood, the sickness and tiredness. Thinking about it now you realised you had missed you period. You let out a choked sob, letting Sam wrap his arms around you tightly.

“I can check for you,” Castiel said causing you both to look up. You nodded, still clutching Sam as Cas came over and pressed his hand gently on you before pulling away, a small smile threatening to spread onto his face as he nodded to you. You gasped, more tears flowing down your face as Sam rubbed your back. He let himself smile without you seeing, ‘I’m going to be an uncle!”

“How am I supposed to tell Dean? He’s going to hate me!”You sobbed causing Sam to laugh softly.

“Dean couldn’t hate you if he tried and you know it. Just tell him, he’s gonna be shocked but trust me I’ve seen him with kids and he’s gonna be the best dad and you, you’re going to be a great mom.”He smiled down at you causing you to smile back up at him, tears still ran down your face but came to a stop as you thought of the good things. These hormones were really going to be a bitch these next nine months.

“And you and Cas get to be Uncles!” You grin at them both. Castiel’s eyes widened, he knew he was a part of the family but moments like this really opened his eyes to how much he loved the family he had been accepted into, he wouldn’t change it for anything.

“Whoa, what’s going on in here?” Dean asked as he entered your room. He had come into the bunker and saw the evidence that you had puked again, takeout cartons full but discarded on the table and immediately sought you out. He didn’t expect to see you laying in bed clutching Sam, tears evident on your cheeks, Castiel smiling to the side. Once he’d made his presence known the room was tense and he couldn’t help but worry, they clearly knew something he didn’t.

“You want Cas and me to leave whilst you tell him?” He heard Sam ask and couldn’t help but frown, ‘what the hell is going on?’ He looked at Cas who smiled but shook his head. You asked Sam and Cas to stay in the room before beckoning Dean over, he complied and sat opposite you on the bed, hand reaching up to wipe stray tears from your face.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He asked, and you shook your head, controlling your emotions was bloody hard when you were pregnant, how the hell were you going to cope with nine months of this!

“I need to tell you something, and you’re going to freak out but just listen ok?” You asked him and he nodded his head straight away, his eyes filled with concern. God, you loved him so much. You couldn’t imagine not being with him; the thought of him leaving you now had your eyes filling with tears. Thankfully none spilled, you’d had enough of crying. “You’ve obviously noticed my mood has been a bit all over the place recently and I’ve been really sick and not sleeping well. Sam had an idea of what it could be, and Castiel was able to confirm his idea. Baby, I’m pregnant.”

You watched as Dean’s eyes widened in disbelief, waiting for the argument to come but it never did. Instead, Dean’s face softened and he whispered, “I’m gonna be a dad?” You nodded, a smile forming on your own face. He moved you from Sam’s arms and into his own, kissing you gently before wrapping you into a tight hug himself. Castiel joined you all on the bed and smiled at Sam who grinned back. -

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Obviously, it wasn’t all rainbows and sunshine. You and Dean needed to sit down and have a very serious and mature conversation about the future. Thankfully the boys weren’t just staying in motels or their car anymore, they had a stable home which you had been invited into on day one. After a bit of baby-proofing, you were convinced to stay there; it was the first place you and them had called home in a long time and you didn’t want to move. You talked about hunting, Dean didn’t want his kid being raised a hunter, which you understood and supported, but he didn’t want to give up being a hunter. You’d made the decision to stop full time, instead, you would help out from the bunker with the research and looking up lore in the books.

Castiel and Sam had gone a bit mental buying things for the baby, going even more overboard once they found out you were having a baby girl. Dean had cried at that news, he was going to have a baby girl! He knew she was going to ruin his life in the best way possible, even more so if she was anything like you. You had gotten a better grip on your emotions but were still a mess on the best of days. You knew your little girl was going to have every man in this house wrapped around her finger, she wasn’t even here yet and her daddy and uncles were spoiling her rotten.

The day you went into labour, let’s just say you’ve never seen two hunters and an angel look so hopeless, scared and horrified. Dean was in the room with you as you gave birth and though he was pale and sweaty, he’d somehow gotten through it. He praised you continuously, telling you how well you were doing, how you were gonna be the best mom. When he held her you saw the moment he fell in love, your baby girl wrapped her fist around his finger and he was gone, tears ran down his face as he held the girl like she was going to break. He kissed you sweetly, thanking any God that would listen for you, thanking you for putting up with him, told you how much he loved you and you did the same. Sam and Castiel entered the room shortly after and went through the same process you and Dean had. Sam looked at the baby like she was the most precious thing in the world, he’d do anything for her. You smiled as he pressed a slow and gentle, barely there, kiss upon her head before passing her off to Castiel. The angel looked down at your daughter and then back at you, telling you the amazing job you’d done. He was in love, if there was any chance of him going back to Heaven it was squashed as he looked down at your baby girl and swore he’d protect her against anything. Finally, the baby was passed back to you and a few tears fell from your eyes as you leaned against Dean and looked around at your small family.

“Y/D/N, you’re gonna be so loved and protected by everyone in this room.” You whispered as you kissed her head. Dean wrapped his arms around both of you and kissed you again.

“I love you so much, Y/N.”

“I love you too, baby.”

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Prompt - White -  “We’re not fine”  “No, but if anyone asks, lie and tell them we are”

You sat in the green room, detached from everyone else, staring at your phone trying to seem busy as your mind was a million miles away. They always said never get involved with somebody you worked with but you thought this one would work, it had worked for two years until he had left you two days before a convention where you had to be a smiles and laughs. As if going through a breakup wasn’t bad enough you had to pretend you weren’t heartbroken.

~ two days ago ~

You sat on one side of the table with Jared on the other side, tears filled your eyes but you refused to let them fall as Jared played with his hands, a sad look upon his face. Two years you’d been together, in that time you had moved in with each other and began to plan your lives together and now it was over.

“It just isn’t working, between our schedules and arguments that happen when we are together, it’s…c’mon Y/N, you know I’m right.” He had said, you shook your head as you stared at him. You’d been arguing more often as of late but that was because you were both stressed and weren’t managing it properly, not because you stopped caring or because you had fallen out of love with him. 

“Listen, I know this is awful but we have a convention in a few days and I think it’s better if we just pretend we’re fine. Dealing with the fans prodding and our friends isn’t what either of us want or need now.” Your eyes widened in disbelief before you let out a choked sob. 

“We’re not fine.” You told him coldly after taking a moment to recompose yourself.

“No, but if anyone asks, lie and tell them we are.” He was looking at you with wide, pleading eyes. You scoffed wondering why you should be doing him any favours, act like you weren’t heartbroken around some of your closest friends. They’d only have to take one look at the pair of you and realise something wasn’t right. You still agreed to pretend though, acting was your job, you could get through a few days without breaking down, right?

~ present day ~

People knew something was off but you just smiled and told them everything was fine, just a small argument, nothing to worry about. You’d spent the last two days before the convention torn between crying and getting angry. Right now though you were just sad and broken, hiding your feelings only made that pain worse, especially when you saw him laugh or smile. 

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong or have I got to guess?” You were pulled out of your thoughts by Matt Cohen, who sat next to you with a concerned look upon his face. You rolled your eyes at him but a smile appeared on your face, not feeling as fake as the ones you had let out all day.

“What makes you think there’s something wrong?” Avoiding questions is easy when you’re in the spotlight, interviewers asked things you didn’t want to answer and you were able to side step the question and turn it into something you could answer. This technique was something you’d found yourself doing all morning. 

“Come on, Y/N/N, just talk to me.” Matt pouted at you causing you to roll your eyes, thankfully though you were saved by your handler informing you that you had a panel starting with Jared, Jensen and Misha. ‘Great,’ you thought with a sigh. You said your goodbyes to Matt, trying to ignore the concern in his features as you walked out of the room.

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The panel was the longest that you’d experienced. There was a tension on the stage that everyone could feel, you didn’t have the energy to play pretend. Questions were asked but you found yourself only half paying attention, having to ask fans to repeat a question more than once. You could see Jared look at you but you couldn’t bring yourself to acknowledge him, which to the fans was a dead giveaway that something was wrong because you were always touching and joking around. Thankfully nobody asked about the tension though and once Richard came on to end the panel you were gone. 

Finding an empty room during a convention was difficult but you’d managed to, however what you failed to notice was Jared following you. Once you were in the room you cracked, tears fell down your face as you sat on one of the sofas in the room. You tried for days to keep your emotions at bay, tried to do as Jared had asked, tried to play along but you couldn’t.

“Y/N.” You heard the whispered call of your name, your head snapping you to see Jared leaning against the door, a sad look upon his face. The look sparked a bit of anger in you, why should he get to be sad when he ended things with you?

“I’m sorry, Y/N. We fought constantly, you can’t tell me you were actually happy can you? I mean I wanted to be, I really did, but it wasn’t working.” He told you as he came into the room, sitting on a chair opposite you. Tears continued to stream down your face as you refused to look at him.

“I was happy, Jared. Sure we fought but who doesn’t? I was willing to try! Willing to make an effort to find a solution instead of just ending everything! Not only is this hard but I can’t even process it because we’re doing cons and you want us to pretend everything is fine and dandy when it isn’t.” You were tired, you just wanted to go back to the hotel room and hide away from everything for a while. 

“What could we have done to find a solution? Breaking up seemed like the only solution, Y/N/N.” Finally you looked at him, his face dropping even more as he saw the tears staining yours. He reached out to grab your hand and you let him, you were mad but God you loved him more than anything. You wouldn’t beg for him to take you back but if there was a chance it could work well then you were taking it.

“There’s therapy out there for couples Jared. We could have talked more, made more time for each other, taken a few days out to just be together and reconnect. There’s so many better ways to deal with problems than just breaking things off.” You saw him register what you had said and after a long silence he spoke.

“Ok. I know I handled things badly but I do still love you, I never stopped. If you still want to be with me, I’m willing to make an effort if you are?” He asked, a small hopeful smile on his face as he looked at you with them damn puppy dog eyes.

“I am, but, it isn’t going to make things better overnight, J. You gotta be in this for the long run.” He nodded at you as he promised he would be. 

“Ca-Can I um, can I give you a hug?” He asked, voice just above a whisper. You smiled and nodded, a Jared hug, no matter how mad you were at him, was always the best thing. You knew you had a panel soon but ignored the world outside for a moment whilst you stood in Jared’s arms hoping that maybe everything would be ok. 

Airport Blues

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Request - Anon ~ Hey can I have Misha & reader ((platonic not romantic)) where they meet at like an airport or smth because of West with the prompt violet? Thank you, love your work. X

Prompts - Violet - ‘Your kid keeps running over here and stealing food off my plate when you’re not looking and I don’t know how to make it stop’

Airports were the worst you’d decided. Trying to fly back to Washington was proving to be more difficult than anyone would have guessed, you could walk to Washington quicker than this. 

You’d been at the airport for hours the day before only for them to tell you that your flight was cancelled due to something being wrong with the plane, great. Thankfully they put you up in a hotel but you had to queue for hours just to get your voucher for the hotel and ugh it was proving to be a very stressful two days.

They had told you your plane would be ready at 6 AM, so you woke up bright and early and headed to the airport again. Was your plane ready at 6 AM? No, no it wasn’t and it wouldn’t be ready until 5 PM later that day. This was just great. 

Thankfully you didn’t have anything you needed to be home for other than the comfort of your own house and bed but still it was getting to be a bit of a joke at this point.

You realised just how hungry you were at around 4 PM, you still had an hour until your flight. Sighing you stood up from the uncomfortable chair you were in and made your way over to one of the restaurants they had in the airport. You quickly ordered your food before taking a seat in the courtyard like area in the middle of the stores.

Before you had a chance to take a bite of your food, you saw a small hand reach over and grab one of the fries that lay on your plate. You followed the hand and watched as a kid shoved it in his mouth before running over to a table that was two away from yours. The kid was looking at you with a smile causing you to raise your eyebrow before shaking your head and turning to your food.

You’d ate three or so bites before the small hand was back.

It’s not like you could say anything to the kid, I mean you probably could but then you risk getting in trouble with the parents whilst also looking like a bit of an arse.

He took two fries from your plate before scurrying back to his table.

This happened five more times before the kids dad finally noticed that his son had a handful of fries, your fries, in his hand and was stood there happily eating them to his heart’s content.

“Hey buddy,” you heard the man say, pulling the child on to his lap. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched the kid try to feed his dad one of the fries. “No thank you, where are you getting them from Westy?” 

Westy, now why did that sound familiar? Before you could think on it, the kid raised an empty hand and pointed over to you and- Oh my God was that Misha Collins?

Fuck, you were so glad you hadn’t told his kid off.

Misha looked at you and you spoke before he had a chance to.

“Your kid keeps running over here and stealing food off my plate when you’re not looking and I don’t know how to make it stop.” You couldn’t help but smile back at him when he gave you an apologetic smile.

“West, you know you can’t do that. Apologise to the nice lady please.”

“No, really, it’s fine. No harm done.” Misha didn’t say anything, just looked at West who was smiling innocently.

“Sorry for stealing your fries, Miss.” You couldn’t help but melt at the cuteness.

“It’s alright, like I said no harm done.” He smiled before turning to bury his face in Misha’s chest, sure the kid was shy now but when he wanted some of your food it was a different story.

“Sorry about that, he’s got to that age were he’s curious about everything. I’m Misha, by the way, this is my son West.” How did you play this? It could weird him out if you said you knew who he was but at the same time you really didn’t want to let this moment pass you by.

“Again, it’s really fine and, uh, I know. I’m kinda a fan of Supernatural actually.” You tried to fight the blush of embarrassment that made its way onto your face. He grinned excitedly at you though and turned more to talk to you.

“Oh really? Hi, it’s so nice to meet you! What’s your name?” You told him your name and he asked where you were going, turns out you were both heading to Washington only he hadn’t been stuck here for as long as you had. You had expected Misha to be down to Earth but you really hadn’t expected him to be this nice.

When they finally announced that your plane was ready to board, you, Misha and West all headed to the terminal you were taking off from. 

Once you were there, Misha leaned over and gave you a hug that you practically melted in to before saying his goodbyes.

The goodbyes weren’t necessary, however, when you boarded the plane, as you ended up being sat next to West, Misha taking the window seat and you being at the end of the middle row.

Maybe airport delays weren’t the worst thing in the world.

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Warnings - Self harm, suicide attempt, self hate, depression 

Requested - anon ~ I know there is a load of prompts in here but I was wondering if you could do Jensen & daughter reader w/ Jared & niece reader. Basically the fandom is sending Jensen’s daughter a lot of hate about whatever you want and she ends up self harming and one day she just decides she’s done and cuts herself too deeply, but then Jared calls her and she talks to him whilst she’s dying or smth. Then in the hospital Danneel’s with her until Jared and Jensen come from vancouver. Happy ending.  

Reader saying 12 and 32 to Jared whilst she’s bleeding out or smth. Then reader saying can we stay like this for a little while?”’ to Jensen “you’re not a burden” to the reader. Can I request Danneel & reader as well. IDK if I can request my own prompts so if not then they don’t really matter but I’d appreciate it. Sorry I sent so many asks it wouldn’t let me fit it in one box:/xxxx

Jensen’s daughter, Y/N Ackles, is receiving a lot of hate messages on social media that over time cause her to become depressed. What happens when she’s pushed over the edge?

It was an odd feeling to feel like you were a stranger in your own home, to feel like you didn’t really fit in. It was nobody’s fault, nobody in the house treated you any differently to how they treated each other but you couldn’t help but feel like a burden. 

Your dad was around as much as he could be with his job, you knew how much he loved being an actor, going to the conventions and whatnot. Danneel treated you just how she treated her own biological children, sure she spent more time with them but that was only natural considering they were so much younger than you. The kids obviously didn’t see you as anything other than big sister Y/N.

It wasn’t any of them that made you feel like you weren’t properly apart of the family, no it was the constant stream of hate messages you received on the daily. People telling you that your dad, Jensen, didn’t love you and that you were a burden on his perfect family with Danneel and the kids. It was the messages that told you that you were worth nothing and that your family wouldn’t miss you if you were gone. 

It was just strangers online but it affected you in such a serious way. You were able to block it out to begin with but over recent years it had really affected your confidence and the way viewed yourself. You started thinking that maybe all those people were right, maybe you weren’t good enough, maybe your dad would be better without you. 

Over time you had started to become more withdrawn, hiding away in your bedroom and distancing yourself from your friends and family. Slowly at first but eventually Danneel began to worry and she called Jensen one night.

“Have you spoken to Y/N recently?” She had asked him once the younger kids had gone to bed and she had the privacy to talk seriously.

“Um, yeah I spoke to her this morning for a bit. She didn’t seem too chatty though.” Jensen’s response only made Danneel worry more for you and she decided, after discussing it with Jensen, that it’d be best to try and talk to you and involve you in things. 

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Most nights were spent in your room, Twitter open on your phone with a new stream of mentions telling you how you weren’t good enough. You knew looking at the messages would only hurt you more but for some reason you couldn’t not look.

Some time not too long ago you had taken to hurting yourself. It made you feel a bit better, like you were finally getting what you deserved for being such a burden on your dad and his family. At first you’d cried as you cut yourself but eventually it was like a comfort, you craved it and with every new hate message the cuts got deeper and the what if’s left your mind. 

You grabbed one of the blades you had hidden away and pulled your pants down, it was too risky to do it on your arms. You let the blade sit in your hands, moving it from palm to palm as you took in some of the messages, these people hadn’t met you and they knew you didn’t deserve to live. Why would you? You were a burden to Jensen and Danneel. Strangers knew it, you knew it, Jensen and Danneel probably thought it.

With that you guided the blade over to your thigh, pressed deeply and cut at the flesh. It hurt, of course it hurt, but it eased the mental pain just a little so it was worth it. It was less than you deserved but it’d have to do.

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It had been a few months and little had changed other than the fact that your mood had significantly lowered, your thighs were littered with new and old cuts, the hate messages continued and you hated yourself. You had no idea what you’d done to deserve this but your mentality to all the hate was bad, you had accepted it and believed what everyone was saying. 

One afternoon when things were really bad and Danneel had taken the kids to Genevieve’s, you sat in your room with bleeding thighs and tears streaming down your face. You didn’t want to do this anymore. You were ruining your dad’s life, Danneel and the kids hated you and nobody else on the planet seemed to cared if you lived or died and honestly neither did you.

Without much thought you brought the blade away from your thigh and sunk it into the unharmed flesh of both your wrists, slicing deeply at the skin with a wince of pain.

Of course it was that moment your phone rung and Uncle Jared’s name was flashing up on FaceTime. One last phone call you thought to yourself with a humorless laugh.

“Hey Y/N.” Jared’s voice was filled with concern. He had seen the messages that had been wrote about you in the past few days and after a little digging he’d come across far too many hate messages aimed at you. 

“Uncle Jared.” Your voice was breathy, like it was taking all your energy to talk. You weren’t holding the phone either, Jared was currently looking at your ceiling. You didn’t think you had the energy to hold the phone and with the mix of tears and blood it was probably for the better.

“Y/N/N, sweet heart, is everything alright?” The concern in Jared’s voice doubled, something in his stomach turned as a bad feeling washed over him. His eyes scanned the set looking for Jensen but he wasn’t anywhere to be seen.

“Ever wonder if the world would be better off without you?” You asked him, eyes clenched shut as you focused on him and not the immense pain you were feeling. Your voice sounded distant even to you but you weren’t worried.

“Y/N, what are you talking about? Of course the world wouldn’t be better off! Misha, get Jensen now! Hey, Y/N, stay on the phone with me, yeah, keep talking to me.” He stayed on the call but clicked off the FaceTime so he was able to text Gen and tell her to get Danneel in the house. Something bad was happening and he was worried sick.

“M’sorry, I…I can barely keep my eyes open.” You told him sadly.

It wasn’t long until you felt yourself feeling weak, tired, sick and lightheaded. You let out a small whine as your head spun, making you feel dizzy. Your vision blurred dramatically and you were glad you were sat down. All it took was a few slow blinks before your world turned dark and the last thing you heard was Uncle Jared calling you name worriedly.

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Pain. 

All you could feel was pain.

You were awake but didn’t open your eyes. Confusion was another strong feeling and it took a few moments before the events that had occurred caught up with you. You remember talking to your Uncle Jared, telling him that you wanted to die or something along those lines, remembered him talking to Misha and calling for your dad whilst trying to make you stay on the phone. Remembered cutting into your wrists without a care in the world, without caring if you would survive.

Clearly you had survived though. Even without opening your eyes you knew you were in a hospital, the smell that every hospital seemed to have and the consistent beeping of a monitor were a dead give away. 

You felt someone holding your hand and could hear soft sniffles coming from the person. You knew you had to open your eyes, had to face the reality and the consequences of what you had done but now, when you knew you had to speak about it, the reason behind it seemed silly. To you it was a big deal but you figured your dad and Danneel would brush over it by just telling you they cared.

Reluctantly you forced your eyes open and saw Danneel sat in an uncomfortable looking chair next to your bed, dried tears remained on her cheeks, as she clutched your hand tightly in hers.

“Danneel?” You asked, throat dry and croaky before you let out a fit of coughs. In seconds she was up and pouring you a glass of water, helping you guide it to your mouth and held it steady as you gulped it down greedily.

“How are you feeling?” She asked once you were finished and she’d sat back in the seat.

You honestly didn’t think you were capable of answering that question right now so you opted to just shrug your shoulders and avoid eye contact.

“Yeah, that was a stupid question, huh?” She asked rhetorically before continuing, “so your dad and uncle are on their way home. Jensen texted me right before they got on the plane so they should be landing within the next half hour.” 

You nodded at her though you couldn’t help but feel guilty that both Jared and Jensen were flying home because of you, cutting into their busy filming schedule. 

“The kids?” You managed to ask, wincing at the pain in your throat.

“They’re fine, they don’t know what happened yet. Gen offered to watch them as soon as we got Jared’s text.” She informed you and you couldn’t help but raise your eyebrow questioningly at the last part.

“Uncle Jared called you and once he started speaking to you, well, he said he had a bad feeling and asked Gen to get me to go home and check on you. Thank God I did, any later and-” Here she cut herself off as her eyes filled with tears, you looked down and began to play with your bed sheets as the guilty feeling grew within you.

“Oh sorry, this probably isn’t helping you. Anyway the kids are fine.” She finished, drying her eyes quickly.

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It was another hour or so before Jensen walked into the hospital room, immediately making his way over to you. As he embraced you tightly you saw Danneel leaving the room and caught a glimpse of your uncle Jared. 

“Baby girl, what’s going on in that head of yours, hey?” Your dad asked softly and that was all it took before you broke down in his arms. Tears fell down your face as you finally let out everything you were feeling. Jensen held you tightly, letting go only to climb into bed with you before clutching you tightly to his chest and letting you cry.

“That’s it baby, let it out. Good girl, that’s it. So good.” He continued to whisper random words of encouragement to you, soothing you marginally.

It took a while but eventually the tears began to fade and you had calmed yourself down enough to talk.

“I’m sorry.” You choked out causing him to tense up.

“Don’t say that baby girl, don’t you ever apologise. I’m sorry. I should’ve been there. I knew something wasn’t right and I didn’t do anything. God, I nearly lost you.” You looked up at him and saw his own eyes were filled with tears, some having spilled when you yourself were crying. 

“S’not your fault daddy. I hid it, didn’t want help. Thought it was better this way. With me gone I wouldn’t be a burden to you or Dani.”

“What? You thin- Y/N Ackles, you’re not a burden. You’re my whole world, you, Danneel, Zepp, Arrow, JJ. My whole world. I’d be lost if I lost any one of you!” The passion and sincerity in his voice made you pause. “Don’t listen to people online, I know it’s easier said than done, trust me I know baby, but they don’t know us. We love you, Y/N/N, so damn much!”

Your eyes filled with tears again but they weren’t completely sad. You had this overwhelming sadness clouding over you, your head was telling you Jensen was lying but a part of you knew that was just because of the mentality you had adopted over the past few years. Nothing was going to get better instantly but something needed to change.

A few tears fell down your face as you cuddled further into Jensen’s chest, arm slung over his stomach and asked “can we stay like this for a little while?” 

He kissed your head, telling you of course you could. 

That night you fell asleep feeling some sort of hope for the future.

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Three years.

That’s how long it had taken you to get better.

It was a long, hard, challenging, emotionally draining road but you had come out of it so much better. You’d deleted social media, realising that it was so toxic and you didn’t need that in your life. You’d given up going out of your way to search things about yourself and it had helped so much.

Jensen was home more now that seasons were shorter so he could spend more time with the family, a family you were very much a part of. 

Right now you were sat in Jensen’s bed, smushed between him and JJ, whilst Danneel had her arms full with the twins. A Disney movie was playing on the TV, JJ and you singing along loudly and overdramatically causing you all to laugh. You turned your head in time to see Jensen looking at you with soft eyes and a fond smile.

“What?” You asked quietly causing his smile to grow.

“Nothing, it’s nice to see you this happy again, that’s all.” You couldn’t help the proud grin that made its way onto your face at his words. 

It had taken so much time, a few different therapists and a whole lot of breakdowns but you were finally genuinely happy and confident with yourself and your emotions. You knew that your family cared about you and you wouldn’t let people’s opinions drag you down any longer. 

“Nice to be this happy again.” You told him honestly and laughed as he dragged you closer to him and pressed a kiss on your head.

“I love you so damn much, baby girl.” Jensen told you softly.

“I love you too daddy.”

Keep Me Closer (Part One)

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Warnings - Mentions of death (minor characters)

Pairings - Pre Sam Winchester x Reader

Requested - @may85 ~  Hey Hun! Can I get 11 and 14 with Sam Winchester please? 👻

Prompts - 11 - “Hey, keep your eyes on me.” Is it behind me? “Just, just look at me, yeah, everything’s going to be OK.” & 14 “So we’re dealing with a (supernatural creature), great, just great!”

It started with one death, the death of Amelia Smith, she’d been your roommate and had been bullied terribly. You hadn’t helped much but you still felt the overwhelming guilt when you had read she had killed herself.

Since then the people who bullied her had started going missing and then turning up dead, looking like they’d been severely tortured beforehand. You couldn’t help but think it was more than just a creepy coincidence but you couldn’t think of reasonable explanation for the deaths.

There were at least seven main bullies, so far three of them had turned up dead. After reading reports that were being released to the public it seemed that the girls went missing for three days before showing it, it was one of the many consistencies in all the deaths. Each victim had had her tongue cut off and significant blood loss.

It was safe to say you were ready to flee town.

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“New case Sammy, not sure what we’re dealing with yet but it’s definitely our type of gig.” Dean said as he walked into the motel they were staying at.

“Oh yeah?” Sam asked, not looking up from his laptop.

“Yeah, so people have been going missing, so far all college girls, for three days and showing up dead with no tongue and their intestines twisted into knots.” Here Sam looked up with a disgusted look causing Dean to nod in agreement. “They’ve also got stab wounds. So you ready to head out?”

“Yeah sure. Hey, where’s the case?” Sam questioned as he closed the laptop and began packing up his belongings, Dean following in suit.

“Stanford University.” Dean told him with a grin. Sam’s eyes widened and he looked like he was going to protest but Dean was quick to interrupt. “It’ll be alright Sammy, no demons, should be an easy case. In and out.”

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Something was definitely happening at Stanford. Another girl had gone missing, it was the second day since she’d been reported gone and the police were no closer to finding her than they were the other girls, meaning the fourth girl was probably going to show up dead tomorrow.

A knock on your door made you stop working on the project you had due in next week. Even though everything seemed to be going to hell you still needed the grades and couldn’t let this affect your life.

“Hi there, I’m Agent Mercury, he’s Agent Taylor, FBI,  we’re here to ask you some questions about a Miss Amelia Smith. Do you have a moment?” The smaller of the two spoke but you ignored him in favour of looking at the taller.

“Agent Taylor, huh?” You asked, voice full of humour. “Gotta say I preferred Winchester.” You saw the confusion on ‘Agent Mercury’s’ face whereas Sam looked at you with a wide smile, albeit a bit shocked.

“Y/N?” He asked, stepping past his friend and over to you. You instantly wrapped him in a hug, not realising until now how much you’d missed your friend. Sure you had kept in contact with one another after he left but it wasn’t the same. He pulled out of the hug and before he could talk you began to question him.

“What’re you doing here? What’s with the fake FBI act? Are you staying? Did you hear about the killings?” Sam placed a hand on your shoulder and shushed you with a grin.

“Let’s go inside and talk yeah? By the way, that’s my brother Dean.” He told you before entering your room fully and taking a seat at your desk chair. You gestured for his brother to come in too and he took a seat on the edge of your bed.

“So what’s going on?” You asked Sam.

“Well, we think we can help with the investigation they’re doing on Amelia, hence the fake FBI act. Can you tell us anything at all about the deaths?” You couldn’t help but be a bit shocked that former law student, who managed to get a full scholarship to Stanford, Sam Winchester was now breaking many laws by pretending to be the FBI but didn’t question it for now, it could wait.

“Well Amelia was my roommate. We knew each other for about a year, she was in my class, the criminal law one. Um, there’s one thing I noticed, the girls that have been going missing and then showing up dead used to bully her a lot. I knew about it, hard not to when you were living with her but I didn’t do anything about it. I tried to be there for her but she was too far gone and then one day she killed herself, few days after that the deaths started happening.” You watched as Sam and Dean looked at each other, wordlessly conversing and understanding everything the other said. Dean shrugged and turned to you.

“Thank you, Y/N, you’ve been very helpful. C’mon Sam, we gotta go.” Dean said as he stood up and headed to the door.

“Wait, you’re just leaving?” You asked looking at Sam.

“We’re in town for a few days but then, yeah, we’ll probably head out.” He told you with a slight frown, making no move to leave your room.

“What happened to you? I know Jess died and I know you couldn’t stand to be here, hell I get that but what happened after that? You’re going around pretending to be the FBI! That’s not the Sam Winchester I knew!” You snapped, wanting answers from your friend.

“I can’t tell you because it’s better you don’t know and you wouldn’t believe me anyway.” He told you cryptically.

“Seriously, that’s all I get. Come on Sam, tell me what you’ve been doing since you left.” You were frustrated, you cared about him and knew him when he was happy and ready to get through law school, ready to have a life.

“I can’t!” He snapped at you.

“Why?” You snapped back, aware his brother had stepped forward to attempt to defuse the situation.

“Because if I tell you, you’ll end up like Jessica!” Sam yelled, his breathing heavy and his eyes misted over. You quickly became quiet, reaching out to hold his hand.

“Sam, you gottta tell me what you’re doing. I’m worried about you.” You pleaded with him softly.

“I can’t, I’m sorry but I can’t.” With that he stood up and left the room causing you to look down with a sad, defeated look.

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“You ok?” Dean asked after a long period of silence, they had left the flat you were at and found at motel before beginning their research.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Sam lied knowing it was pointless because Dean could see through him.

“Yeah, stupid question. Let’s just finish this case and get the hell out of here.” He said, holding his beer bottle up to Sam.

“I’ll drink to that.” With a clink of the bottles the boys gulped down their drinks.

Sam scrolled through pages of lore before coming across one that sounded promising. He read over the article a few times before mentioning it to Dean but it was all there, the cutting of the tongue, knotted intestines, puncture wounds.

“I think I found what we’re dealing with.” He announced, causing Dean to look up and close his laptop slightly, “It sounds like it’s a Kanaima.”

“A kana-what?” Dean asked, eyebrows knitted together as he tried to remember if he’d read about it in dad’s journal.

“A Kanaima. The lore says Kanaima are avenging spirits or humans possessed by said spirits. Kanaima are shape-shifters and can appear in a variety of forms.  Kanaima attack and kill their victims in retaliation for some injustice. In order to accomplish their goal, Kanaima will possess the bodies of animals or people. In such possessed form the host becomes enraged, wild, and will violently attack it’s victims. Kanaima are not above harming or killing the friends, family, and loved-ones of it’s victim. They live in the forests and become feral. An interesting aspect of the Kanaima is that it seeks the painful suffering of it’s victim and will not kill its victim outright. Instead, the Kanaima works it so that the victim dies a painful death three days after it’s attack. During this process the Kanaima slashes the tongue of its victim so that he/she cannot speak of what is occurring. Victims of the Kanaima often die from having their intestines twisted up into knots. The Kanaima must perform a strange ritual that includes the ingesting of the victims blood on the third night after the death of the victim. The ritual includes the stabbing of the corpse with a special staff or stick of wood and then licking-off the blood or fluids clinging to the stick when it is pulled from the body.”

““So we’re dealing with a Kanaima, great, just great! Does it say how to kill it?” Dean asked, taking another swig of his drink.

“Um, defences against a Kanaima are…unknown.” Sam finished with a sigh.

“I’ll call Bobby to start researching and we can go hunt ourselves a Kanaima.”

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Taking a short cut through the woods was probably one of the worst ideas you’d had. Everything looked so much more threatening when one was alone in the woods after sun down and every noise made you jump. Though you knew you were alone you couldn’t help but feel like you were being watched and it sent a shiver up your shine.

You were so close to the forests exit when something grabbed you from behind, you let out a piercing scream before a large hand placed itself over your mouth, effectively cutting off your scream.

“Relax, it’s me.” The hand on your shoulder turned you around and you came face to face with Sam, glaring at him instantly.

“Dude! Who grabs somebody in the woods!” You fumed, turning you glare onto his brother who was still laughing from your fright.

“Sorry but what are you doing in the woods alone!? People are going missing and you’re just-” Sam cut himself off when a loud scream could be heard. He took one look at Dean and the pair were instantly running towards the source.

“Stay there!” Sam yelled over his shoulder and, yeah, like hell you were just going to stay here alone. The safer option would be to stick with the two people who seemed to have some clue of what was going on.

You quickly caught up with them but the three of you came to a halt when you saw a women with greasy, untamed hair, ripped clothing and dirt on her skin. Your eyes left her and you saw the fourth missing girl, blood trickling from her mouth causing you to assume the scream was from her tongue being cut out.

“Oh my God.” You muttered, face turning dangerously pale. Sam and Dean whipped around to face you with angry eyes.

“What part of stay there didn’t you get?” Dean snapped before look back at the two women. Sam was looking at you with concern but you couldn’t look away from the scene in front of you. The dirty women hadn’t noticed you yet and neither had the fourth missing girl.

“Did Bobby get back to you yet?” Sam asked urgently.

“Yeah, I got it here.” Dean replied unzipping his bag and pulling out two silver knives dipped in what looked like blood, the thought made you grimace.

“One stab to the heart, one to the head.” Dean told him as he passed Sam the knife.

“You take the head, I’ll get the heart and you,” he said turning to you, “please stay there.” You nodded at him, not daring to speak in fear on what could happen.

You watched as Sam and Dean crept forward and the woman let out and screech that was definitely not human before fleeing past them. They began to look around frantically before Dean’s gaze froze on you.

“Sam.” Dean’s voice was croaky as he got Sam’s attention, Sam immediately looked towards you his own eyes widening.

“Hey, keep your eyes on me.” Sam told you, his voice shaking as he looked sickly pale.

“Is it behind me?” You asked frightfully. Sam gulped before answering.

“Just, just look at me, yeah, everything’s going to be OK.” Behind you the Kanaima had pulled out the bow and arrow the lore had mentioned and was getting ready to shoot it at you before Dean snuck up behind it just in time to stab the knife through the Kanaima’s head and quickly through the heart.

Sam’s whole body physically relaxed as he let out a sigh of relief which told you everything you needed to know, you were safe.

“Oh my God.” You muttered again and Sam took a few steps forward before wrapping his arms around your shaking body.

“It’s ok, you’re ok, it’s ok, you’re good.” Sam muttered into your hair, gripping you tightly as though you would disappear. You appreciated the tight grip he had on you, needing the support right now.

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Dean had called in the police and the three of you fled the scene before the showed up. The three of you were now sat in the boys motel room, a hot drink in each of your hands.

“So you’re telling me that monsters and all that Supernatural stuff really exists?” You asked sceptically.

“Yeah. Jessica was killed by the same demon that killed our mom and ever since I left Stanford we’ve been saving people, hunting things, the family business.” He told you with a slight laugh, you saw the smile Dean had on his face, a sad smile, as he looked at his brother.

“That’s insane!” You exclaimed, “I mean, demons, ghosts, Kanaima’s. Are vampires real? What about werewolves?” You questioned rapidly causing Sam to laugh.

“Yeah, yeah, vampires, demons, they’re all real.” He told you with a grin.

“So you’re going to be gone soon? Back on the road?” You asked, the relaxed atmosphere becoming more serious.

“Yeah I am. This is my life now and, yeah, it’s not always great but I love it.” He told you sincerely before continuing, “but I promise I’ll come down here more often and visit, I didn’t realise just how much I missed you until I came back.” You smiled softly at him before telling him you missed him too and he better come back.

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Saying goodbye to Sam was harder than you’d thought it’d be. The boys dropped you back off at Stanford, Sam getting out of the car with you and walking you to the doors of the building.

“This isn’t goodbye you know, I’ll see you around Agent Taylor.” You told him with a smirk.

“Oh trust me, I’m counting on it, Miss Y/L/N.” He replied before his eyes turned sad.

“Hey, none of that. You have my number, you know where I live. Just, just make sure you keep your promise and come visit, yeah? And don’t leave it until there’s a few deaths, visit whenever you want.” You told him seriously and he nodded at you.

“I will, I promise I’ll be back. See you soon,Y/N.” He said as he wrapped you in a tight hug and placed a kiss on you head. You waved him off as he walked back to the Impala, a small smile threatening to break into a grin played on your face.

“See you soon, Sam Winchester.”

Missing You

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Pairings - Jensen Ackles & Daughter reader

Requested - anon - reader misses jensen (her dad) more than she realises and goes to a con and just soft fluff please (if you can link last nights episode in some how then that’d be great) Love your work!!!

Prompts - None.

You sat in your bedroom curled up under the covers of your bed with your TV playing in the background, snacks lay scattered around you as you scrolled through Twitter. You were waiting for the newest episode of Supernatural to air, knowing that your dad had worked so hard on it as director for that episode. You also knew that one of his songs from his upcoming album with Steve was going to be on it.

You hadn’t even seen the episode yet but you already had such an overwhelming feeling of pride for your dad, remembering how shy he had been once upon a time when performing in front of an audience and now he was hours away from releasing an album and having a song of his featured on the show he had dedicated such a huge part of his life to.

“Because I kind of hate me right now.” God spoke causing you to roll your eyes and mutter a sarcastic “tragic” under your breath. As much as you hated Chuck, you could help the smile as you watched Rob’s acting, he was incredible. It had been a while since you had seen him and other members of the cast, maybe you’d ask your dad if you could go to one of the upcoming conventions soon.

Tears filled your eyes as you watched Sam and Dean talk in the impala, turning to a watery glare as the scene changed to Chuck writing the story. You had no idea how Supernatural was going to end, your dad had offered to tell you some secrets but you refused. You’d been watching the show for a long time now and wanted to experience the final season along with every other fan, wanted to go on Twitter and tweet about your actual reactions, wanted to be shocked when an old face was reintroduced or cry like you had when Rowena had died.

Once the show ended it didn’t take long before your phone lit up with an incoming FaceTime call, you grinned as you saw your dad was the caller.

“Hey Y/N/N!” Your dad greeted as the call connected.

“Hey dad, you did such an amazing job directing that episode!” You told him sincerely, a giant grin on your face as you continued to praise him. “And the song! Dad, it fit so well! God, I’m so proud of you. I can’t wait until the album comes out tonight.” You had heard a few songs from the album, your dad had wanted to share them with you.

Some nights when you couldn’t sleep you’d wonder the house and find him in the living room or sat out in the back garden with his guitar and a notebook in front of him. He’d play you songs to help you drift back to sleep and you woke up the next day either on the couch cuddled up with him or in your own room wrapped tightly in your blankets.

“Yeah? You really think it was that good or you just saying that?” He teased, a grin on his own face as he took in the compliments you were giving him. To him there was no better reward than seeing his family happy, sure the awards they won on the show were great but seeing that pure look of happiness on your face couldn’t compare.

“Dad!” You laughed, “It was amazing, I promise! Everyone is raving about your directing and for good reason to. And Chuck in that episode, I swear I hate him so much but Rob- I love him and his acting is amazing.”

“Hey, what about me?” You heard a voice shout slightly off camera but knew the owner of the voice immediately.

“Uncle Jared! Of course, you were incredible as always!” You laughed as you watched him squeeze himself into your dad’s personal space so they both were just about visible on your screen.

“That’s what I like to hear. I miss you kiddo, I feel like I’ve not seen you for ages.” He pouted before playfully glaring at your dad.

“I know, I miss you too. I was actually going to ask you dad if I could come out to one of the conventions. I have a week off from school when you’re at the next one.” You told him, desperately hoping he’d say yes. It hadn’t been that long since you last saw him but you missed him so much when he wasn’t around.

“Well if you’re off school I don’t see why you can’t come. I’ll make sure everything sorted and let you know what’s happening. Are you going to be ok flying on your own, I don’t know if I’ll be able to fly back before the con?” He asked you, worry clear in his tone. You weren’t the best flyer but you could handle it on your own.

“Yeah, no, I’ll be fine. Promise. I just really wanna see you, Uncle Jared and the rest of the cast soon. I miss you.” You cursed yourself silently as your voice cracked, betraying the emotions you were feeling. Even though he was away a lot for work you were closest with your dad, he was always there whenever you needed him, if he wasn’t at home you knew you could always call him and he’d be there. When he wasn’t home though you did feel guilty about calling him, not wanting to drag him away from work or sleep if you’d had a particularly bad night. Having him close always took a huge weight off of you.

“Hey, I miss you too baby girl. Is everything alright?” He asked in concern, you watched as Jared moved away allowing you and Jensen some privacy.

“Yeah, I’m fine really, I don’t know why I’m so emotional right now. I guess I just didn’t realised how bad I missed you.” You told him, giving him a smile, not wanting him to worry about you more than he did. You watched as he frowned, eyebrows knitting together but he nodded along with what you were saying.

“You know if you need me, no matter when, you call me. Even if you think it’s silly-”

“I know I can call you. I promise nothing is wrong though.” You reassured him, smiling when he nodded more genuinely, some of the concern leaving his face but you could tell he didn’t fully believe you.

“We’ll be together before you know it princess.” He told you with a grin making you feel at ease.

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Three weeks later you were stood in the airport at San Francisco waiting for your dad’s flight to come in. Luckily you’d both managed to get flights that were fairly close to each other but you were stuck at the airport for at least half an hour by yourself.

You decided to go to one of the coffee shops in the airport to grab a drink before making yourself comfortable at one of the tables and pulling your phone out. The flight itself wasn’t too bad but it wasn’t great, you honestly just wanted your dad. It had been weeks since you had seen him last and it was starting to get to you.

Forty minutes later you got a text from your dad letting you know him Misha and Jared had landed and you quickly wrote back letting him know where you were. You saw him first, it wasn’t hard to find Jensen, Misha or Jared in a crowd, they were usually the tallest and the fairly sized crowd following them, snapping pictures and getting autographs gave them away.

You managed to push past the fans and wrapped yourself around Jensen before he had a chance to even acknowledge who was invading his space. For a brief moment he assumed it was a fan but a quick glance down had him beaming and wrapping his arms around you just as tightly. You felt him press a kiss against your hair and couldn’t help it as your eyes filled with tears, God you’d missed him.

You heard the fans cooing around you but paid them no mind as you clung to your dad.

“Hey baby girl, I missed you.” He told you softly, you squeezed him tighter as you nodded against him.

“I missed you too.” You choked out, focusing on not letting any tears fall right now.

“How about we get to the car, yeah?” Jensen asked you and you agreed wanting to be out of the view of the public, people snapping pictures when you were crying wasn’t exactly what you wanted.

Pulling away from Jensen you were engulfed by Jared wrapping you in his own hug, you were quick to hug him back. Not realising how much you’d missed him until you were in his arms.

“I missed you Uncle Jared.” This caused him to smile brightly down at you before telling you how much he missed you as well.

When you left Jared’s arms you turned to Misha and the two of you hugged each other before finally you were all leaving the airport, Jensen having grabbed the suitcase you’d abandoned in favour of greeting him.

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The car ride to the hotel wasn’t too long, you’d spent it cuddled up against your dad having no intention of leaving him at any point in the near future. When the four of you got to the hotel, your dad went to check you both in and you turned just in time to see Rob, Rich and Matt leaving the elevator. You made your way over to them, Richard spotting you first and meeting you half way.

“Y/N! You’re here!” He yelled as he threw his arms around you. The hug was quick and the other two hugged you hello.

“God, I love conventions, so many hugs.” You sighed happily causing the boys to laugh. The four of you chatted until Jared, Jensen and Misha came over, allowing everyone to greet each other and arrange for a dinner later on that evening.

“Come on princess, let’s put these away.” Jensen said, gesturing to the suitcases. One of his arms was placed around your shoulder as the other pulled his suitcase. You smiled up at him before taking your suitcase and heading to the elevator the boys had just left.

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“So,” Jensen started. The two of you were cuddled together in bed, you’d met up with Jared, Misha, Alexander, Ruth, Richard, Rob, Matt, Kim, Briana and Mark for dinner and now were back at the hotel. The cast had an early morning tomorrow so it was an early night for most of them. “Are you sure there’s nothing wrong? I’m not complaining about you being cuddly, trust me I love it, but if you need to talk, I’m right here.” You smiled up at him, feeling happier than you had when back in Austin.

“I promise I’m fine. I guess I just needed you more than I realised lately. Nothing even happened, school has been great, my grades are good, Danneel and the kids are doing well, nothing is bad but I don’t know I guess I just miss you being around. I don’t know why it got to me so much this time though.” You told him honestly. Jensen looked down at you, placing a kiss against your forehead before pulling you closer to him.

“I miss being around too. I love what I do so much but sometimes I feel bad about leaving you and JJ, the twins, Dani. I promise I’m always here though, for all of you. I’ll have more time once the show has ended, even with the music and the other projects. I love you, kiddo.” He told you. You were saddened to hear how bad he felt, the family knew he was there for them though and you all were so close, even when he was gone he made an effort to be involved in everyone’s lives.

“I love you too, so much. Never feel bad though, we all love that you’re doing what you love and that you still make such an effort to be with us, either on video calls or flying home on breaks, even if its just for a day or two.” The smile he gave you showed you how much your words meant to him even if they didn’t, to you, feel like they did justice to what you wanted to say. He always knew what you were saying without you needing to say it.

You couldn’t wait til his next break so he could come home.

I Really Like Napping With You.

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Requested - Yes - Anon - Hello, could I request a Jared Padalecki x reader story with prompt #188? Basically Jared is in love with the reader and is a big cuddly boy who follows them around everywhere, and he ends up in their trailer and begs them to play with his long hair, up until he feels sleepy and wants to nap with the reader? 💖💖💖

Prompts - 188 - can we nap together?

You were still relatively new to the Supernatural set, originally starting out as a character set to appear in two episodes but somehow ended up signing on to at least two more seasons. At first it was terrifying, everyone else had been on set for a while, they knew each other incredibly well and you were a new face that had the potential to mess that up, but thankfully everyone on set was warm and welcoming, none more so than Jared Padalecki.

Though you told yourself you were a professional there was something about Jared Padalecki that made you want to break your own rule of not dating your co-stars. You knew it had the potential to become incredibly messy and awkward if something were to go wrong but with Jared you couldn’t help but fall for him a little more every day.

The giant of a man turned into a puppy dog around you, he followed you around everywhere, if you were sitting in your chair reading lines or waiting for the scene to commence, Jared wasn’t too far away, always trying to capture your attention and soaking it up like a sponge.

It was a sight to see but Jensen was there witnessing every moment, watching as his best friend fell more and more for you every day. He’d listened to Jared pine, watched as he got drunk at the cast outings and alternated from clinging to you, pulling you into his arms, dragging you onto the dance floor to whining to Jensen about how amazing you were and how he wished you were his.

Yeah, Jensen really hoped his friend got the girl.

Jared knew what he was like around you. He knew he turned into a love sick fool but there was little he could do about it. He worried he was annoying you, constantly talking and touching you but you were always there with a smile and a touch to his arm, a quick caress as you brushed his hair behind his ears. He tried to back off but he just couldn’t, there was something about you that made him weak in the knees.

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“Y/N!” Jared grinned as he came bounding up to you, you couldn’t help but grin back at him as he pulled you against his chest.

“Hey Jared.” You said softly, wrapping your own arms around him.

There had been a two-week break in filming and everyone was finally back on set and ready to film. Today was going to be a long day for sure, it was an early morning shoot that began at 7am but everyone had to be here hours earlier for hair, makeup and everything else. You could already feel the tiredness and knew you weren’t wrapping up until at least 6pm tonight.

“How was your break?” Jared asked as he pulled away, making sure to keep his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he walked the two of you over to the hair and makeup trailer. You couldn’t help but let your head fall against his chest tiredly, letting him guide your steps as your eyes drifted shut.

“It was good.” You told him as you suppress a yawn causing him to smile softly down at you. “I pretty much did nothing but catch up on work. How was yours?”

“Yeah, it was pretty good.” Jared replied, reciting some of the things he had gotten up to as you listened half-heartedly.

“Here we are.” Jared said as he gently pushed you down into a chair before taking the one right next to you. You leaned forward with a groan, letting your head rest on the counter. Your flight hadn’t gotten in til midnight and the 5am wake up call wasn’t appreciated.

Jared chuckled warmly as he looked at you, completely and utterly in love.

As Trisha came in and began your makeup, Sofia following closely behind to start on Jared, Jared kept up a constant stream of one-sided conversation leaving you to wonder where he got so much energy from. The soft smiles you gave him were encouragement enough for him to continue.

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Early morning shootings were bad enough.

Early morning emotional, soul destroying shootings were the worst.

It was 10am by this point and you had already cried more times than you could count today for different scenes. You were drinking more caffeine than was probably healthy but without it you probably would start actually crying out of sheer exhaustion.

It was around half one when the director called for a break and you had never been happier for it. Over the six and a half hours of filming you watched as Jared’s own energy started to fade though he was better at hiding it than you were.

You went and sat against one of the back walls of the studio, letting your head fall back and your eyes fall shut. You knew you should go back to your trailer and get as much rest as you could before coming back to film but right now you just needed a second to sit.

You weren’t surprised in the slightest when you heard someone sit down next to you. If it were anyone else you would’ve been annoyed but because it was Jared you just let your head fall against his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

“I can’t wait to be done.” Jared mumbled into your hair and you just hummed your agreement.

Jared looked down at you, frowning in sympathy as he felt the tiredness weighing heavily on him. It was a long day; emotions were high as a result of the heavy scenes that had been filmed and everyone was drained.

“C’mon, let’s go back to the trailers.” Jared murmured as he helped you up, being sure to keep a hand wrapped around you as he led you out of the studio. Your trailer was closer so he led you over and stood by as you unlocked the door and let him in.

The trailer was the same as the others, a small kitchen that was attached to a living area with a sofa and some chairs, past the kitchen led into a bedroom and en-suite bathroom. Jared watched as you flopped down onto the sofa and smiled before joining you on it, it definitely wasn’t long enough for him but he lay down with his head resting on your lap, smiling cheekily up at you when you looked down at him.

You just rolled your eyes and him but there was no hiding the smile on your face. The two of you allowed yourselves a moment of quietness to just look at each other before Jared’s grin widened.

“Play with my hair?” He asked sweetly, looking up at you with a set out puppy dog eyes no one could resist. You playfully rolled your eyes but grinned back and began to do as requested.

Jared was a sucker for attention and physical contact on a regular day with a regular person but when he was tired, that need for affection multiplied and coming from you, well he’d soak up any amount of attention he could get.

“Come down ‘ere.” Jared mumbled tiredly before lifting his head from your lap and shifting the pair of you so you ended up laying mostly on Jared, your head resting on his chest and his arms around your waist.

“This is nice.” You admitted quietly, feeling like if you spoke too loudly the peaceful atmosphere would break.

“Hmm, yeah it is.” Jared replied, humming in pleasure as you began playing with his hair again.

“Can we nap together?” He asked softly, voice betraying his uncertainty.

“I’d like that.” You answered just as softly, feeling as your eyes began to drift shut for longer periods of time.

As you let your eyes shut fully you missed the look on Jared’s face, a look of complete softness showing just how absolutely gone for you he was.

“God, I wish you were mine.” He mumbled before allowing himself to relax and drift off along with you.

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It was Jensen who found the two of you curled up together hours later.

He couldn’t help but smile at his best friend whose feet were hanging over the sofa and whose body looked moments away from falling off the sofa. You were lying slightly on the sofa but mostly on Jared’s chest, one hand clutching his shirt and the other still tangled in his hair.

He couldn’t wait for the day when Jared asked you out. He knew the anxiety was there, eating away at Jared, convincing him you didn’t see him like that, telling him all the ways he could ruin your friendship but Jensen knew that the two of you were perfect for each other. Hell, he’d spent many nights trying to convince you to ask Jared out but he hadn’t got far with that.

“Jensen?” You sleepily asked as you were shaken awake. You watched as Jared stirred, half opening his eyes to see Jensen before batting him away and cuddling further into you.

“Hey sweetheart, we’re back on set in 30.” He told you, watching as your eyebrows knitted together and a frown appeared on your face.

“Thanks.” You said, the tiredness you felt clear in your voice. Jensen watched as you shook Jared awake, watched as he shifted so that his head was on your chest and you began to play with his hair.

It was amazing and irritating to watch.

Amazing because he was literally watching two of his closest friends falling madly in love with each other and irritating because neither of you were doing anything about it.

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Jared and you had somehow managed to untangle yourselves and make it back onto set with enough time to spare for hair and makeup adjustments.

After properly waking up the two of you had stammered and blushed as you walked back to set, each acknowledging that you wanted to be able to cuddle and nap together all the time but neither one brave enough to make the first move.

The two of you got back to filming, an awkward air settling that had Jensen rolling his eyes and mumbling to Misha about idiots in love. You and Jared snuck glances at each other when the other wasn’t looking and come half six you were exhausted all over again.

You watched as Jensen grabbed Jared, pulling him to one side after the last shot of the day had been called. You waited for a moment before deciding just to head back to your trailer instead of waiting for Jared like you usually did.

Today had exhausted you, emotional scenes, early mornings, late flights; the last thing you wanted to do was think about your crush on Jared and god didn’t you feel like you were in high school again.

You were half way back to your trailer, ready to crash and burn, when you heard Jared calling your name. You stopped and let him catch up to you, watching as he jogged over.

“Hey, what’s up?” You asked, noticing how nervous he looked.

“I liked napping with you.” He blurted out and from the look on his face it wasn’t what he wanted to say at all. “Wait no, I mean-” here he cut himself off with a frustrated groan before taking a deep breath and starting again. “Since the day I met you I liked you, ok? I’ve been scared to actually tell you because, well, you're amazing and beautiful, caring, down to earth. God, I feel myself falling for you harder and harder every damn day.” He confessed with a sheepish grin, “and I really like napping with you.” He finished with a nervous laugh.

You couldn’t help but stare up at him in awe. Sure, Jensen had told you that Jared felt the same but there was a difference between Jensen telling you and Jared confessing it. You could see Jared was getting nervous by your lack of response, his fist curled anxiously around his shirt as he looked from you to the ground.

“I really like napping with you too.” You told him softly, watching as he stopped biting his lip and grinned down at you excitedly, it was amazing how this man had the ability to resemble an overgrown puppy.

“Good, good.” He murmured, leaning down to rest his forehead on yours, “can I kiss you?” He asked, smiling as he felt you nod against him.

Jensen watched on with a smile, not doubting that the two of you were pretty much made for each other. 

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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.”

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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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Messy kinda love

Dean x gn!reader

Summary: The reader and the boys go on a vamp hunt.

A/n - Damn it’s been ages since I wrote anything. Especially since loosing my old account :( Honest feedback is really appreciated guys! Need to start writing more again. Hope you enjoy. Also I have not proof read this, so I hope it’s ok!

Warnings - fluffy

Word count - 941

"You're a mess" Dean says a smirk coming over his face, his eyes glistening. Y/n rolls their eyes hard, while wiping away the spot of vamp blood that had landed right their lip.

That morning Sam had walked into the bunker’s kitchen, ”we hage a case” he stated focused on the small phone screen in front of him, glancing up Sam made sure he had everyone's attention. "Its not a big case” he continues, “suspected fangs a few states over. I’ve looked into things it seems there’s about five of them. Should be easy.” He finished, lifting his head up to look at the two other hunters In the room. “What are we waiting for?” Dean responded stuffing the last of his cherry pie in his mouth, “meet by baby in ten minutes” he shouted, running off to get changed into his typical jeans and plain flannel.

Y/n raised their eyebrow at their boyfriend as he disappeared out of sight, “guess I should also get changed” they muttered looking at Sam. “Though I think you need to get changed as well Sammy, Dean won’t be happy if we’re not ready on time.” They said wondering towards the room they shared with Dean. “Its Sam to you!” The tall man responded.

Half an hour later the Winchester brothers and y/n were in baby, Sam taking shotgun, while y/n got to spread out on the back seat, the faint sound of whatever classic rock was playing through the speakers. “ETA is roughly 4 hours” Dean said looking in the rear view mirror, “maybe three and a half”. Not long after that the car drifted back into comfortable silence.

“Right, we’re about 5 minutes away” Sam announced as Dean pulled baby up a stony path, trees surrounding the trio on either side. “It’s a small wooden cabin, rumoured to have about five vamps present, though there could be more we don’t know about.”

“There are two entry points, through the front and the back. Will we be doing the normally formation Dean?” Sam questioned his brother, looking over at the other hunter, who’s green eyes had turned hard as he concentrated on driving up the pebbly road. “Same as normally Sammy” he responded. “Y/n and I’ll take the front, Sammy you take the back. We go in quietly, don’t let them know we’re there. We get in quick, we get out quick, n…”

“No one gets hurt.” Y/n finished off his sentence. “We know Dean, we’ll be fine.” Dean pulled baby into the clearing the cabin becoming visible. It was made of oak logs, rotting and damp, the windows that once existed broken and shattered, a small candle sat on the porch. It looked pitched black inside, though y/n could still make out some figures.

The trio gathered their things, Sam took the colt, while y/n and Dean each grab their trusty machetes. “Everyone know the plan?” Dean whispered, gaining to nods in reply. Sam sets of first towards the back of the cabin, his figure just visible slinking through the darkness, one in place, he gives Dean a hand signal, and y/n knows that it’s their turn. Crouching slightly to avoid being detected, they walked carefully towards the burning candle on the porch, the stones crunching slightly under their boots. Approaching the steps of the porch, Dean lifted his hand, a signal for y/n to stop moving. Y/n obeyed, although they hated being ordered around they knew that it was for the best. Get in quick, get out quick.

Dean was at the door now, he turned his head to look at y/n, nodding his head in their direction he opens the door and slinks into the darkness, y/n following close behind.

Once inside the smell of wet wood and blood overtook their senses. They cabin was closed plan, meaning there were many doors and hiding places. Dean was over in the far corner, when y/n sensed the door next to them moving slightly in the corner of their eyes. Moving quietly they hid behind it, just as it swung open, the vampire spotting Dean and leaping towards him. Dean whipped around, slicing the vamps head clean off its shoulders. It’s body falling to the floor with a thump, while it’s head rolled a little before settling.

“What was that?“ a male voice was heard behind the door, before another vampire appeared in the room. Not long after Dean and y/n had killed three of the five vamps. Finding Sam in the middle of killing the last. Dean let out a sigh of relief, checking y/n over before confirming that everyone was ok. “Job well done! Who wants to get a drink before getting a place to sleep?” Dean questioned. Walking back towards the front door.

But something wasn’t quite right, the faint sound of breathing could be heard. But this breathing didn’t belong to y/n or the brothers. There was an unaccounted being in the room with them, listening, waiting for the right moment to jump. Y/n could feel the hairs on their neck stand up, the breathing glossing over their skin. Pulling out their machete they whipped around slicing the vamps head clean off, just as it’s teeth were about to sink into their skin. It’s blood splatting across the room, little drops landing by the side of their lips.

"You're a mess" Dean says a smirk coming over his face, his eyes glistening. Y/n rolls their eyes hard, while wiping away the spot of vamp blood that had landed right their lip. “I love you too” they respond. “But what I think I’d love more right now is a shower”

Join the Hunt

Summary: Ever want to be included in the show, as a Winchester? Wait no more. Follow y/a, Sam and Dean through 15 seasons of saving people, hunting things the family business.

Season 1

1.1 Pilot

1.2 Wendigo 

Crushing

Dean x gn!reader

Summary: y/n has found Dean in a compromising position, Dean has found out about y/n’s crush. Not everything ends well.

a/n: Sorry! I just love some angst sometimes, and I love writing angst. Let me know what you think. Or even request a fic :)

warnings: angst, implied sex/adult themes

word count: 945

“You’ve got to get over this crush thing” Dean yelled, his arms waving up and down in the space between the two of you, the argument escalating. Why oh why did he have to find out the small crush you had been harbouring, which had developed a few months after you first met him.

The argument had started about ten minutes earlier, when you had walked into the bunker, finding Dean on top of a scantily clad woman. Her blonde hair was a mess, sprawled out across the floor, Dean’s hands were in it, grabbing and pulling as he made out with the unknown woman. Her lipstick was smeared all over his face, his shirt was undone, the sleeve halfway down his arm, his belt was unbuckled, and you watched him groan and moan as he grinded his clothed cock against the woman’s leg.

The short gasp and the small wail that you accidently let slip, betrayed your presence in the room. Dean and the woman turning their heads to look at you. You froze, tears welling in your eyes, your fight or flight kicking in, fear and hurt flooding your body. You span around and ran, but as you left you heard Dean sigh, before muttering “I have to deal with this, look I’ll call you later Maria.”

You could hear his feet thumping on the floor behind you, before he aggressively grabbed your arm, pulling you back, a small squeak escaping your lips, as he turned you round to look at him. You didn’t look at him though, you didn’t want to see his face, his green eyes, his slight brown stubble; you didn’t want to see the bright red lipstick stains peppered over his face, you didn’t want to see his swollen lips from the heavy make out session. To be honest you didn’t want to see Dean at all, you wanted the ground to swallow you hole, to go back in time, never meet Dean, never fall in love with him. You just wanted to be alone.

“Look at me y/n!” Dean growled, roughly grabbing your chin, with his hand, a hand that had been touching that woman, and playing with your hair; it made you feel dirty, like you wanted to peel your skin off. You pulled away from his touch, your eyes still not meeting his green ones, the ones that previous to today you could spend hours getting lost in.

“You’ve got to get over this crush thing” Dean yelled, his arms waving up and down in the space between the two of you, the argument escalating. Your heart shattered, it felt like only yesterday when you had fallen asleep in the library and Dean had picked you up and carried you to bed, it felt like only yesterday when he kissed you on head and tucked you on the bed whispering “I love you, y/n”. It felt like only yesterday; but it wasn’t it was two months ago. That night gave you hope, it made your heart flutter, hopes that one day Dean would be your future. But now, that hope has died, the butterflies that lived in your stomach, poisoned leaving you in cramps. The heart flutters you felt before warping and making your heart feel like it would almost stop.

“Look, y/n. I don’t feel… whatever it is I’m supposed to feel for you”

“But you told me you loved me!” You finally found your voice, yelling at him, fury spreading through your veins, covering you body in hard armour. You were going to at least fight for this, fight for the two of you, even if nothing had fully bloomed yet.

“I love you, y/n” He assured, your heart healing slightly, hope bubbling up from the pit it died in, but then he continued. “I love you so much… just not in that way.” You gasped, stepping back slightly like you had been shot, you felt like you had been shot; and Dean was the one pulling the trigger.

“I don’t want to lie to you, y/n. I care about you, I always will, but you and me, are never gonna happen.”

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Every sentence, every word was like another bullet piercing your heart, shattering it into a thousand tiny pieces. Your head starts to spin, bile rising in your throat, a slight burn left in its place. You finally look into your ‘shooters’ eye, the different hues of green swirl together in a mixture of sadness and pity. Dean tries to reach out to comfort you, but you slap his hand away.

He signs, lowering his arm. “y/n” He whispers, “you need to move on.” He finishes, turning around and leaving you alone, in the corridor of the bunker, alone like when you first met him, alone like you have been for most of your life.

Your body gave into the void, it felt like you were falling forever, your knees smashing into the floor, the pain shooting through your body, yet the physical pain hurts less then Dean’s words. You were wounded, but no one could fix you. A thousand pieces it a lot to put back together, and there were some pieces sure to be lost. Leaving a hole, a void never able to be filled. Even if you painted the pieces gold, nothing could mend your broken heart.

You sat on the floor, a puddle of tears surrounding you, hoping that it would get deep enough to drown out your hurt, your fears, your anger. You were alone again, with nothing but a broken heart and the words of the one who loved you bouncing around your head.

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I love you

Dad!Bobby x reader

Summary: You had gone on a hunt alone, simple salt and burn. But when has a hunter’s life ever been simple?

a/n – Sorry, I really like angst fanfics! Hopefully I’ll be able to get part two to join the hunt out next week sometime, but bear with if not as I have a training course for work. Feedback appreciated :)

warnings – angst, demons, bleeding out, blood, blade.

word count: 1109 

You had gone on a hunt alone, simple salt and burn. But when has a hunter’s life ever been simple?

“Fuck!” You yelled. You had just finished the salt and burn, the grave glowing oranges and yellows, the ghost haunting and killing young children put to rest, when suddenly a sharp pain stabbed you in the side. You looked down, a blade was stuck in your side, it felt like poison was flooding your body, you could feel your t-shirt getting wet with blood. ‘Fuck! Why are hunts never so simple’ you thought to yourself, the pain becoming more and more unbearable, paralyzing even.

You coughed a little, blood splattering over your hand and dribbling down your face. The coughing moved the blade within you, and a new wave of pain rushed through your body. Whoever or what had gotten you was hidden in the darkness, but you could hear it, footsteps getting closer.

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1.2 Wendigo

Dean x Sam x gn! Winchester reader

Summary: Ever want to be included in the show, as a Winchester? Wait no more. Follow y/a, Sam and Dean through 15 seasons of saving people, hunting things the family business.

A/n - Second episode if up! I’m so sorry that this has taken so long, super hectic week, hope this is up to standard!

warnings: Follows the first episode of the first season. Death. Fire.

word count - 5359

Masterlist | Next

Recap:

“No… oh my god no…” He croaked. He stands frozen, as a sizzling noise overwhelms his senses, the smell of smoke as small black lines spiderweb across the ceiling. The lines connect, spelling out three words. Coming for you. Before suddenly igniting, engulfing the walls and Mary.

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“Dad hasn’t been home in a week” Dean explained, his face hardening with a seriousness.

“So, he’s working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He’ll stumble back sooner or later.” Sam answers quickly, his brain not fully processing the extent of Dean’s sentence.

“No Sam.” You added, “Dad’s on a hunting trip, and he hasn’t been home in a week.” Your twins eyes widen, the mutual understanding between the three siblings that this conversation has to be silent.

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Sam’s face is dark, covered in desperate anger. Sam looks over at you then at Dean, you hear him exhale, as he tosses the shotgun in the boot slamming it shut.

“We got work to do” He hissed.

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Now

Since leaving Sam’s burnt apartment and most importantly his dead girlfriend. Sam had been incredibly quiet, though with the gentle humming of the engine it hadn’t taken your twin too long to fall asleep in the passenger seat. You didn’t argue this time about the passenger seat being your seat, he’d been through a lot the past few days, (more than most go through in their entire lives), and you really didn’t want to start an argument that you knew would result in your head being bitten off by your slightly grumpy, taller lanky brother.

It had been a few hours since Sam had fallen asleep, Dean tapping his fingers on the steering wheel driving to the co-ordinates left by Dad in his journal, 35-111; blackwater ridge. When you had left originally, you had roughly 600 miles of rugged road and classic rock music to travel. By now you were about half-way, 300 miles left. The journey so far, hadn’t been so bad, the three of you had all been quiet, wrapped up in your own heads, Dean’s music playing through the speakers, apart from that the car was silent, well apart from Sam’s snorts. The last 100 miles or so, you had been staring out the window at the shrubbery passing by, though you could feel your eyelids getting heavy, lulling you to sleep. Well, that was until Sam suddenly jerked awake, a little squeal passing his lips before he started gasping for air.

“Are you alright?” you hear Dean’s gruff voice cut through the music, the first time he had spoken in a few hours, well apart from his singing, though you’re not sure if you’d really count it as singing. Your watching the two of them, through the reflection on the window, you notice Sam glancing over at your older brother, before he turns to look out the window, like you had been doing moments earlier.

“I’m fine” He responds dully, voice monotone, yet laced with a tiny hint of fear and a whole lot of guilt; it didn’t take a genius to figure out why he felt guilty either.

“Another nightmare?” You decide to dig, dig with Sam, dig him out of the depressive hole he’ll eventually find himself drowning in if he doesn’t talk. Sam doesn’t react, through you lean forward, between the front two seats; Dean catching your eye and glaring at you in the ‘big brother is taking charge; sort of way, when he notices you font have a seat belt on. Sam never answers you, but everyone in the car knows it was a nightmare, and everyone in the car knows that it in some way involves Jess.

“Do you wanna drive?” Dean joins in the digging, the pushing, the pulling. If one of you was going down into the dark hole, the rest might as well follow. Yet, before Sam can even answer, you’re jumping at Dean’s question, asking him to pull over and let you be in control. Sam laughs, it’s a deep guttural laugh, but its natural and happy sounding, and the tension in the car starts to dissipate slightly.

You realise that you’re getting nowhere, so settle back against the window, where you can watch the boys through the reflection. “Dean, not once have you ever asked me that!” you notice Sam’s eyes widen in surprise.

“Just though you might want to. Never mind” Dean responds, never taking his eyes of the road, his fingers start drumming on the steering wheel again. Of course, offering up baby was his way of helping make amends and although Sam never acknowledged Dean’s effort, you knew he was happy that the two of you were trying to cheer him up.

“Look, I appreciate that both of you are worried about me, but I’m okay, really” Sam smiles at the two of you, a slightly pink hint on his cheeks. It doesn’t matter though, seeing a small smile on his face means that tensions have fully disappeared, just like the eggshells you wanted to walk on completely vanished.

The three of you fell back into comfortable silence afterwards.

About half an hour later you heard the two boys muttering. “Maybe we shouldn’t have left Stanford so soon?” Sam frets, Dean glimpses over at Sam, confusion and slight annoyance sketched across his face.

“Sam, we dug around there for a week. We came up with nothing. If you wanna find the thing that killed Jessica-“

Sam quickly interjects “We gotta find Dad first.”

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An hour or two later, you spot a sign that reads ‘Welcome to lost creek, Colorado, National Forest’ Dean drives to the ranger hut for blackwater ridge, putting Baby in park, before the three of you clamber out the car. The boys do so rather elegantly, unfortunately for you, your legs had gone numb, and as soon as you stepped out the car, your foot gave way, making you face plant the floor. It took a few minutes for your brothers to stop laughing, before Dean offered a hand to help you up, though you ignored it out of stubbornness and pushed yourself up before brushing the dust off of your jeans. Muttering a quick “Ughh, I um. I meant to do that.” Which just left the boys in more laughter.

Inside the ranger’s hut it was dark, but the different woods melded together to give a warm inviting feeling.

“You three aren’t planning on going to blackwater ridge, are you?” A deep voiced asked, turning around you spotted a man, he must have been late 60s, his skin had winkles showing signs of a life well lived, but you could tell he had the eyes of a young soul, someone who hadn’t finished living yet. Dean gave a sheepish smile at the man, hand rubbing the back of his neck; Sam interjecting quickly before Dean fucks something up. He makes up a quick excuse saying “Oh, no sir. We’re environmental study majors, just working on a paper” before the three of you made yourselves suspicious.

“Bull.” Said the ranger gruffly, looking between the three of you, not believing the excuse Sam had managed to whip up on the spot. The ranger continued, in the same gruff voice as before “Your friends with that Haley girl, right?”

“Yes” you answer hesitantly, eyes flicking to the boys, praying that this time ranger Wilkinson doesn’t suspect anything. Thankfully he takes the bait. “Well, I will tell you exactly what we told her.” He states, looking between the three of you “Her brother filled out a backcountry permit saying he wouldn’t be back from Blackwater until the twenty-fourth, so it’s not exactly a missing persons case. You tell that girl to quit worrying, I’m sure her brother’s just fine.” He finishes pointedly.

“We will.” Dean responds, “Well that Haley girl’s quite a pistol huh” He chortles. “Actually, you know what would help is if I could show her a copy of that backcountry permit. You know, so she could see her brother’s return date.”

Ranger Wilkinson eyes all of you, he’s starting to suspect you all over again, yet he still goes to get the backcountry permit.

---

It doesn’t take long for you to arrive outside of Haley’s house, Dean going ahead walking past the white picket fence, and up the porch steps, raising a fist he bangs on the door. A few seconds later a girl answers, not opening the screen. She has medium brown wavy hair, and a small slim face, Dean smiles at her “You must be Hayley Collins” he states “this is Sam and y/n. We’re ugh, rangers from the park service. Ranger Wilkinson asked us to come over, we have a few questions.”

“Show me some ID” She peers at the drivers license Dean shows her through the screen, though he doesn’t give her much time to scrutinise it, considering the fake ID reads ‘Samuel Cole’. She nods still hesitant, opening the screen door.

“Come on in”, she mutters stepping out of the way, Dean steps through the threshold first followed quickly by Sam, just as you’re about to cross into the house Haley pipes up “That yours?” She nods her head towards the Impala. ‘Ahh she’s a car girl’ you think to yourself ‘Dean will like her then’ you laugh to yourself, getting funny looks from those around you.

Once in the house, Haley leads the three of you to the kitchen, its décor is slightly outdated, with white wood and a big oval table in the middle, and unknown male is sat at the table on their laptop. “Ben” Hayley starts “this is Dean, Sam and y/n, they’re rangers” Ben glances up slightly, but he’s quiet, definitely the observant type, more like Sam then Dean, a think first and do it later kinda person, rather than a rush in and think later person.

“So, if Tommy’s not back, how do you know somethings wrong?” You question the girl, Hayley leaves the room, returning with a bowl which she places on the table. “He checks in everyday” she says solemnly.

“Maybe he was having too much fun and forgot” Dean suggested, with a little shrug of his shoulders. “He wouldn’t do that” Ben pipes up, Dean looks at him, really looks at him, as if he has x ray vision and can see into his soul.

Hayley snaps Dean out of his staring contest with Ben, pulling his attention to her. “Our parents are gone. It’s just my two brothers and me. We all keep pretty close tabs on each other.”

“Can I see the pictures he sent you?” Sam asks, Hayley nods grabbing her laptop. For the next half an hour or so Hayley shows the three of you the pictures and videos that Tommy sends the family each evening, he seems happy, enjoying himself the bond between siblings evident in the way they look out for each other. In ways you wish your family had the same dynamic but that would never happen, you didn’t have the normal apple pie life and the only reason you were all in contact was because the man who raised you had vanished.

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After you left Hayley’s and Sam had gotten the pictures and videos emailed to him, you all settled in at the local pub. It felt normal, people were playing pool in the corner cheering, a couple where having a chat and then there were the few drunk people in the back.

“So, Blackwater Ridge doesn’t get a lot of traffic” Sam starts a conversation on the case “But still this past April, two hikers went missing. They were never found.” Dean pulls out Dad’s journal placing the leather book on the table with a thud.

“Any others before that?” Dean questions. When it comes to cases, Dean becomes serious, unlike his normal jokey, flirty self. Reaching across the table you open Dad’s journal flicking through it as the boys continue, Sam pulls out a couple of newspapers, pointing at the dates as he reads them out loud, “Yeah, in 1982, authorities said it was a grizzly attack.”

“We all know that’s bullshit” you mutter, the boys snap their heads looking in your direction. “What?!” You question “It’s been happening every twenty-three years, unless a bear now keeps a calendar, I don’t think the disappearances ‘are just a grizzly” you lift your hands, in the air, wiggling your fingers up and down making air quotes.

Sam pulls out his laptop, pulling up Tom’s video, “exactly y/n, I re-checked out the video footage again. Look” he points at the screen, a shadow quickly darts across the screen, the outline visible through the tent.

“Do it again” Dean demands, Sam shows the video again, slowing it down frame by frame. “It’s three frames” you utter.

“Exactly! That’s a fraction of a second. Whatever that thing is, it can move” Sam responded.

“Told you it’s not a grizzly” you stick your tongue out childishly, laughing as Dean smacks you round the back of the head.

“One more thing” Sam mentions, shutting his laptop and reaching for another newspaper clipping. “In ‘fifty-nine’ one camper survived this ‘grizzly’” Sam turned and looked at you before you said anything, giving you a glare. “As I was saying, one camper survived this ‘grizzly’ attack. Just a kid. Barely crawled out alive.”

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After finding out who was attacked, you decided questioning him would give you the best chance of figuring out what was going on. The old man looked tired, his pale skin sickly and winkled.

“Look, ranger…ugh rangers” He corrected himself “I don’t know why you’re asking me, it’s public record. A grizzly attack.”

“The other people that went missing, those bear attacks too?” Dean digs, trying to find out more, the three of you knowing that the old man is not telling the full truth. The old man takes a puff of his cigarette, he’s stalling, thinking, trying to figure out how to answer. Dean doesn’t stop, doesn’t give him time to answer “What about all the people that went missing this year? Same thing?”

The old man still doesn’t answer. Dean keeps pressing “If we knew what we were dealing with, we might be able to stop it.” The man finally responds, “I seriously doubt that, and you wouldn’t believe me.”

“Mr. Shaw, what did you see?” Sam questions, leaning forward in his seat. You could tell the old man was about to spill everything you needed for the case.

“Nothing. It moved to fast to see. It hid too well. I heard it, though. A roar, like no man or animal I ever heard” His eyes are glassy, you guess that flashbacks are playing through his head, it must be difficult, remembering everything. “Why it left me alive I don’t know” He dips his head sadly, “did leave me this, though” He pulls back the collar of his shirt, three big scars are scratched across his chest, claw marks. He looks at the three of you before uttering his last words “there’s something evil in those woods. It was some sort of demon.”

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You arrived back at the motel after visiting the pub, the boys heading back earlier then you. You needed the space, as much as you loved them, it has been hard spending so much time around them recently. Dean normally only ever contacted you if he needed help on a case, and well Dad always made Dean relay his messages. Sam, well although he’s your twin and you did keep in contact, since he met Jess, he started responding less and less, you were thinking of giving up, going no contact. Well, that was until Dean rushed back into your life. You just didn’t want to get to close to them again, get used to them being in your life, to have to be back on your own, hunting things.

Opening the door to the hotel room, you saw the boys, they were still working. “Spirits and demons don’t have to unlock doors” Dean began.

“So, it’s probably something else, something corporeal” Sam counters.

“Corporeal? Excuse me professor”

“Shut up.” Having enough of their argument, you decided to weigh in, although a lot was going on in your head, you were still trying to figure out what in the hell you could be possibly hunting. “The speed that it moves… could be a skin walker, maybe a black dog. Whatever it is, it’s not a grizzly and it’s a creature. Which means we can kill it”

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Pulling up in the impala, Dean climbed out first, and argument already stirring between the two brothers. “We can’t let her come Dean” Sam snapped. Hayley had arranged a tour, her and Ben adventuring into Blackwater Ridge to find their brother. Dean wanted to crash it; Sam wanted to stop it.

“You guys got room for three more?” Dean yelled, a smug grin across his face, once he spotted Hayley wearing a pair of tight ass-hugging shorts. Of course, he’s thinking with his dick, you roll your eyes. After the introductions, Roy (the tour guide) storms ahead, talking about his hunting escapades and how he’s hunted buck’s and bears. If only he knew.

Dean starts to get cocky “Tell me, Bambi or Yogi ever hunt you back?” Roy suddenly grabs Dean, tugging him back. “Whatcha doing, Roy?” Roy still silent, picks up a stick and pokes at the ground, a bear trap suddenly springs to life. Roy smirks “You should watch where you’re going. Ranger.”

The boy’s storm on ahead. You stay back with Hayley, keeping an eye on the back of the pack, protect them from all angles. “You didn’t pack any provisions. You guys are carrying a duffle bag. You’re not rangers.” She reaches out and grabs your arm, halting you, the others too far ahead to care.

“Who the Hell are you?” Hayley interrogates.

“We’re siblings” you sigh. “Deans the eldest, Sam is my twin. Our Dad went missing, we’re looking for him too.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” Hayley exhales.

“We’ve been through some shit… Look it’s best not to get on with it. Let’s catch up with the others.” You end the conversation. From up ahead you hear Roy shout “Hayley over here.”

She darts off, you check the surroundings before running off after her, it doesn’t take long for you to realise why he shouted. The little camp site having been discovered, destroyed, bloody and clawed. “Definitely a grizzly” Roy states. You roll your eyes hard, Dean and Sam giving you a poignant stare, taking the hint you keep your mouth shut.

“HELP!” A yell echoes around the woods.

“Tommy!” Hayley yells back taking off in the direction the voice was heard. The rest of you following, but the three of you hang back a little, inspecting the area outside of prying eyes not in the hunting business.

“Boys” You whisper-shout drawing the attention of your two brothers, who were discussing what could have destroyed the tents. “The bodies were dragged from the campsite. But here” you walk forward and stop point at the ground, “The tracks just vanish.”

“That’s weird” Sam mutters, walking forward and bending down to inspect the drag marks closer.

“I’ll tell you what, that’s no Skinwalker” Dean states stepping forward towards the forest where the drag mark disappeared. “Which means” you continue “It’s also not a black dog”.

“Just what are we dealing with?” Dean questioned as you started to return to the camp, Tommy’s voice had faded and Hayley, Ben and Roy had decided to go back to camp for the night. Everyone walked in silence, just the crunching of sticks and dry leaves could be heard.

“Wait!” Hayley shouts, “Where’s our packs?” She swings around, staring at all of you, glaring even. “Is this some kind of practical joke” She continues, throwing her arms up in the air, exasperated.

“Do you really think we’d do this?” You growled, stepping towards her, pushing your face into hers. You’d had enough, this was dangerous, Dad was missing and now strangers with no idea of the supernatural are getting mixed up into the wrong things. Your tether had snapped. “This is fucking serious! Your brother is missing, or even dead. Sam with our dad. Maybe you were the one to hide everything!”

“Y/N!!” Dean roars, separating the two of you, before one of you kills the other. Though Dean has bets on who would win that one, and everyone knows Winchesters always win. “Enough. We need to stick together, not chew each other out” Sam cuts in. You knew they were right, but that didn’t mean that you were now going to be all pally with Hayley now.

“It’s smart. It wants to cut us off, so we can’t call for help.” Sam mentions after tensions ease, and everyone has their heads screwed on properly. “Wait. You mean someone, some nutjob out there stole our gear?” Roy questioned, confused but also frustrated in his mind they were still hunting a bear. “Maybe.” You mutter, trying to distract. You knew you really needed to talk to your brothers, see dads journal. But Sam, like always beat you to it, looking between you and Dean before saying everything he needed to with his eyes.

The three of you split off from the other three, not too far away to be suspicious, but far enough away to not be overheard. Dean passes your twin the journal, and it doesn’t take long for Sam to flick to a specific page, it’s got dads messy writing scribbled all over it and a first-nations style drawing, it almost looks like a scary stick figure.

“Oh, come on, wendigos are in the Minnesota woods or, or Northern Michigan” Dean almost laughs at the suggestion of one being found in the far west of the states.

“Think about it, Dean” Sam rolls his eyes at your older brother. “It can mimic a human voice, its fast, and smart”

“Great” You and Dean sigh at the same time before pulling out your pistols which were hidden across your person. “This is useless then!” Dean huffs

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It doesn’t take long for night fall to fall over the camp. Hayley and Ben are sat around the campfire, watching the embers dance within the smoke, before fizzling out. The heat the camp radiated was needed, the nights air cooled quickly and with supplies having been taken earlier the fire was much needed. Hayley prods at the fire, watching Dean work his magic, he was using a big branch, disturbing the mud around the site, creating symbols. You could see the questioning look in Hayley’s eyes and figure now was a better time then never to be civil (especially after earlier).

“Anasazi symbols” You muttered, watching the flames light up the small area of forest before the vast darkness that surrounded you. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Hayley, Ben and Roy, look over at you, curious gazes, eyebrows raising slightly. “Its for protection. The wendigo can’t cross over them”

Roy’s face slips from curious to a smirk, before his body starts shaking with laughter, his white teeth showing as he bends over, gun slung over his shoulder in fits of hysterics. He sarcastically wipes at his eyes. Though he shuts up quickly when Dean shouts over that nobody likes a sceptic.

Dean had finished drawing the symbols, all of you apart from Sam standing by the fire, Sam was stood outside the camp staring into the distance. It was silent, too silent. There was no sound, no wind, no trees talking, no animals. No nothing. Just silence, until a twig snaps; breaking the eeriness.

“Help me! Please!” A voice echoes throughout the trees. Sam’s head whips round, and it doesn’t take long before he’s joined the rest of you within the circle. “Help!” The voice echoes again, Dean’s face goes expressionless, hand on his gun. Sam grabs a torch and illuminates the darkness slightly.

“He’s trying to draw us out. Just stay cool, stay put.” Dean was using his stern voice, his big brother you’re in a lot of shit voice you ended up on the receiving end of a lot as a kid.

“Stay inside the magic circle” Roy barks. It’s not long until a growling sound is heard close to the camp, Roy points his gun randomly and shoots at it. “That’s no grizzly” He mutters, realisation finally hitting him. The wendigo is mad, infuriated even. It rushes around the camp site; Hayley starts to scream. Roy randomly shoots towards the rustling, again and again and again. “I hit it!” He shouts, jumping slightly on the balls of his feet, rushing forward to go and investigate what he had hit.

“Roy! No” You shout, darting after him, you can hear Dean behind you saying, “Don’t move” and its not long before your brothers also take off after Roy.

“It’s over here! It’s in the tree” Roy yells over before the wendigo reaches down and snaps his neck. It happens within the blink of an eye, one second Roy is standing there and the next his limp, dead body drops lifeless to the floor. You dart back to the safety of the camp, where Ben and Hayley stay, wide eyed in horror.

“So, we have a better chance in the daylight” You mention looking a the five of you sitting around the campfire. Sam leans forward, opening dad’s journal showing the two siblings sat opposite. Dean carefully explains the backstory, what a wendigo is, how its formed and many other questions that were running through their heads. By the end of the explanation the fire had started to dwindle, flames becoming smaller and smaller, and the five of you decided to call it a night.

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The crisp morning air was a nice invitation, it woke up the senses, made you feel refreshed, and it was exactly what you needed on a day of a hunt. The five of you had left the safety of the camp about ten minutes ago, Dean marching on ahead, fresh leaves crunching beneath boots, the sounds of animals and birds making the forest come to life.

“Guys” you call, looking over your shoulder at the others.

“What is it?” Dean calls back, even though he’s started trudging over the rugged terrain of tree roots towards you. Then they see the reason why you called them over, the blood claw marks were everywhere, every tree had them, the animals got quieter, the forest going silent, just like the night before.  

“You know, I was thinking, those claw prints, so clear and distinct. They were almost too easy to follow.” Sam mentions, stepping forward running his hand over the broken bark. Nearly as soon as Sam finishes his sentence, the trees surrounding all of you start shaking, and a deep guttural growling gets louder and louder. Everyone reacts automatically, sprinting off in different directions, you end up with Dean and Hayley, when you run into the wendigo. Hayley’s screams being the last thing you remember.

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You groan and open your eyes, the area you’re in is dark, your arms are tied above you, you feel sore and tired, nowhere near awake as you were this morning. You saw Dean and Hayley slumped against the side of the structure you were being kept in; Ben crouched in front of Hayley. To your left, you saw your twin, knife in hand cutting through your restraints. It wasn’t long before you were let down and were leaning against the cool wall.

“Hey, you okay?” Sam questions the both of you, Dean moves slightly a small wince passing his lips, you just nod, looking at Sam, eyes questioning him.

“He’s gone” Sam mutters answering your question without needing to be asked.

You watch as Hayley walks over to another person hanging, she slowly touches his cheek. “Tommy” She whispers. Tommy’s eyes jerk open, and Hayley lets out a shriek, before her brother gets cut down. “We’re gonna get you home” She whispers to him.

Behind in the corner, Dean had spotted the stolen supplies, pulling out a few flare guns, chucking a few to you and Sam. The five of you start limping down the tunnel. Until the creature decided to rear its nasty head.

“We’ll never outrun it!” Hayley yells panicked.

“Alright, you” He looks at Hayley and her brothers “Stay with Sam and y/n. They’ll keep you safe” Dean lifts his eyes between the Sam and yourself, nodding a confirmation of the plan.

“What about you?” Hayley’s voice quivers. Dean just smiles at her, sending a wink, before the four of you leave him behind. Even in the worst of times that man still thinks with his dick you sigh. As the four of you leave Dean behind you can hear him taunting the monster “Hey, you want some white meat, bitch! I’m right here!”

It doesn’t take long for the wendigo to find you. You push the three siblings in front of you as Sam shoots his flare towards the monster, he misses, the red flare bouncing off the wall. You continue running, the monster stalking you down the tunnel slowly, like a predator waiting for its prey.

“Get behind me!” Sam shouts, pushing you behind his body, you stumble, and Hayley catches you.

“Hey” Dean shouts behind the monster, it turns around. You take your chance at the same time as Dean, shooting your flare gun, hitting the monster. It bursts into flames. Dean walks over to the four of you, ruffling your hair as he goes past. “Not bad huh?” He questions a smirk falling over his lips.

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Night-time has landed again, around the ranger station. Tommy has been piled in the ambulance that had arrived a few minutes ago, he’s sat on the back, legs hanging over the edge, a couple of paramedics fussing over him. Sam is off in the corner with Ben, the police are interviewing the two of them, the story is that a grizzly attacked the camp, and you guys went on a bear hunt.

You and Dean are stood near baby, having already been seen by paramedics, just a few scrapes here and there but nothing you couldn’t handle.

“So” Hayley starts, taking a small step towards the two of you. Though her eyes are focused on your older brother, and you can tell he’s intrigued, his green eyes following her every move. “I don’t know how to thank you.” Dean’s smile merges into a lascivious smirk, and you notice a small smile grace Hayley’s lips before she flirtatiously, looks up at him. “Must you cheapen the moment?”

Your brother’s smirk widens a laugh ripples through him. “Yeah” He smirks towards the girl. Hayley smiles at him, it’s like they’re in their own world, just the two of them, no one else. You notice Hayley lean in slight, before quickly pressing a kiss to Dean’s cheek; and you chuckle slightly when the two of them darken and flush red. Before she turns away, Hayley looks at you “I hope you find your father” She whispers quietly, whipping round joining Ben and Tommy in the ambulance, as Sam appears by your side.

It's peaceful between the three of you as the ambulance doors are shut, and the three siblings drive out of sight. “Man, I hate camping” Dean declared, Sam chortled before replying “me too”.

“Boys” you butt in, both men turning to look at you, sat in between them on the front of baby, “You know we’re gonna find Dad, right?”

“Yeah, we will” Dean smiles tightly, you can tell he doesn’t fully believe what he’s saying but you smile knowing that he’s trying.

“In the meantime, I’m driving!” Sam states, giving Dean a pointed glare. Dean tosses the keys over your head, Sam catching them as if it was the most natural thing possible. The three of you clamber into baby, Sam in the driver’s seat, Dean in the passenger and you in the back.

Let the journey begin!

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30 day writing  challenge

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Summary: Using @creativepromptsforwriting 30 day challenge. I have decided to write the different prompts for different characters. Have edited some of the prompts to fit in more with an x reader insert.

Day 1: First kiss | Sam x reader

Day 2: No dialog | Dean x reader

Day 3: Use the words, kitchen, date and music | Eddie x reader

Day 4: pining | Eddie x reader

Day 5: 100 word drabble

Day 6: blackout

Day 7: Use the words, small town, bar, jukebox

Day 8: Finding a new hobby

Day 9: Heated debate

Day 10: Use the title, promises made, promises kept

Day 11: Dancing

Day 12: Explain readers motivation

Day 13: Write about the last thing the reader brought 

Day 14: Regret

Day 15: Girls night

Day 16: Thank you

Day 17: Car ride

Day 18: Use a song as a title

Day 19:  Write a story about taking the bus and just sitting there till the last station without the need to go anywhere.

Day 20:  Write about someone who lost a lot of weight

Day 21: Angst

Day 22: Use the words hearing aids, park bench and deep conversation in your next story.

Day 23: Dreaming

Day 24: Use the words, crown, dance and smile

Day 25: String lights and polaroid's 

Day 26: Use the title, Like waves in the ocean

Day 27: Write an ending without a beginning

Day 28: Confessions

Day 29: Nicknames

Day 30:  Write about someone getting their first tattoo

Firsts

Day 1: First kiss 

Sam x reader

Summary: Sam and the reader have been dating for a month. But how does their first kiss go? Will it go well, or could it end in chaos? 

a/n: Start of my 30 day challenge! Though lets be real this will take longer than 30 days XD Hope you enjoy, I really enjoyed writing this, just wish I was able to write longer stories, and hopefully one day I’ll build the courage to write a series.

warnings: Firsts, gentle, soft, super fluffy!

word count: 1113

You and Sam had been dating a little over a month. You were taking things slow. You did a weekly date night when you were both free, going out for coffee, walks and movies. It was nice, and it was slow. Just like the two of you wanted. It had taken to the second week of dating for you to build enough courage to slide your hand into his. You remember the feeling, his hand was warm, and calloused, but soft and gentle at the same time. He was gentle, he didn’t clench tight around your hand, but he didn’t leave it limp. It felt awkward and first, and Sam looked like a tomato as your hand touched his, but he smiled slightly. His facial expression communicating how much he loves you, his eyes sparkling with happiness, showing the unspoken words between the two of you.

Currently, the two of you were sat on your sofa, a plush grey coloured thing that had seen better days, but you covered it with a crochet blanket, and it looked like it was new again. Though Sam didn’t care, all that he cared about was being near you, even if you were sat on the other end of the couch, a gap between the two of you.

You’re not sure what movie Sam had put on for this week’s date night. To be honest you weren’t paying attention, instead you were watching your boyfriend. The way he laughs, his lips stretching across his face, white teeth parted as a guttural laugh escaped from his chest, his eyes squinting and crinkling up. The way he bit his soft red lip when the movie amped up, and he waited on the edge of the seat, eyes fixated on the screen.

You took a deep breath, shuffling closer towards him, closing the space. Sam looked at you out the corner of his eye, a small smile gracing his lips. They entranced you, and you found yourself wondering what it would feel like to kiss him. Closing the space, you rested your head on Sam’s shoulder. You were stiff at first, and he froze when he felt your head lower down, resting against him. The most contact you two had, had since first dating.

“Relax y/n” He whispered, moving his head, and placing it on top of yours. You breathed out a sigh of relief, body easing, moulding into him. He was warm, comfortable and you knew you could spend your entire life curled up into the side of the gentle giant. The movie was ending, the credits started to roll, and you snuggled closer into his shoulder, nose in his neck breathing in his scent. He smelt of pine trees, with hints of amber and lavender. He smelt like home. He chuckled, dipping his head slightly and pecking your head. His lips were even softer than you imagined, and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks, embarrassment flooding you, so you tucked your head further into him.

“I’m sorry y/n. I should have asked first” He mumbled in shame, scared that you didn’t like it.

“I liked it” You breathed against his skin, causing a big smile to erupt across his face.

“What was that?” He smirked, having heard you clearly the first time, but wanting to see your face while you said it. You shuffled closer into his neck, breath fanning against his skin again, as you were about to repeat yourself. But his soft hand reached under your chin, lifting your head up, you closed your eyes, face and ears hot with embarrassment. “Open those pretty eyes y/n” He whispered gently.

You opened your eyes looking at him, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “So, what was that?” He continued, smirking a little.

“I liked it” You turned your head away, but he turned it back to look at him. You could see the happy smile spread across his face, his eyes showing all his adoration, his cheeks rosy. Your eyes flicked between his eyes and lips. God, you wanted to know what his lips would feel like on yours, and subconsciously, you poked your tongue out and licked your lips. Sam noticed straight away; you weren’t making anything subtle.

He moved his hand slowly, calculated. Making sure not to startle you, to not scare you away. Hand gently placed on the back of your neck, leaning in. You snapped out of your trance, when you felt his breath on your lips, your heart rate speeding up. Nodding at Sam, giving him permission, you closed your eyes. It felt like years before his lips touched yours.

They were plump. They were delicious, and you wanted more. But he pulled away.

“Are you sure your ok with this” He purred. You nodded, not trusting your voice, eyes fluttering slightly before you initiated the kiss this time, leaning in, placing a hand against his chest to steady yourself. You could feel the beating of his heart, it was fast and energetic, just like yours.

This time as your lips met you pressed a little harder, the gentle kiss was amazing, but you much preferred it this way. Feeling the pressure, as he pressed his lips back into yours. Your lips danced together, like they were made to be. You didn’t have to think about anything, in fact you didn’t think about anything. Your mind was surrounded by Sam, his smell, his touch, his taste.

He slipped his tongue out, tenderly pressing against your lips. You parted them slowly and he hesitantly entered your mouth, tongue exploring, until it met yours. Your tongues danced together, just like your lips did, fighting for dominance, and it wasn’t long until Sam won.

Though all good things must come to an end, and the two of you pulled apart, saliva connecting the two of you, your hand still resting on his chest, which was rising and falling rapidly as the two of you panted, gasping for air. His hand moved from the back of your neck, to play with a strand of your hair. You looked up at him, through your lashes. A beaming smile spreading across your face, Sam’s face like a mirror reflecting your expression.

You shifted around to your knees, putting more weight on his chest, leaning in quickly and pecking his lips. It was quick, lips ghosting against each other barely touching, and you just giggled at the pure happiness that was spread across Sam’s face.

“I’m guessing you liked that” Sam murmured. You smiled brightly, before snuggling back into his side, as he selected another movie. Sometimes the best date nights, were the ones that were spent inside.

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Wish, I could have told you sooner

Day 2: No dialogue

Dean x reader

Summary: Dean wishes he had spoke sooner

a/n:I said this would take longer than 30 days XD. Heres day two! Very angsty. I love angst (if you couldnt tell).

warnings: Angst, and more angst

word count: 625

Dean stared at the bright phone screen. The phone displaying all his messages sent to you, the little green text boxes haunting him, teasing him even. Every single one had been sent and delivered, yet never read; and he knew deep down, that they would never be read. Dean was in his own world, nothing around him mattered, he was numb yet felt everything at the same time, though his eyes still stayed fixated on the screen in front of him. It was only when the texts and screen started to become difficult to read and became blurry, did Dean realise he was crying. Tears dropping onto the messages, magnifying the words.

Dean always used to say no chick flick moments. Normally, he kept his heart caged, locked up with his emotions; but today all his rules went out the window. Before he would have scrubbed furiously at his eyes until they were red and raw, but to the point where he knew his tears had been erased. But today he didn’t care. He didn’t care who would see him; he just continued to sit there, allowing his tears to dribble down his cheek before dripping onto the phone screen.

Dean was warm in his suit, he never really dressed for the nines. But today was different. He felt uncomfortable, and restricted. The impala felt smaller and didn’t feel like home. Baby pulled up by the green grass, the driver Dean had hired not speaking a word. Dean clutched at the flowers in his hands, knuckles going red and purple. He could tell he was nervous, his hands were getting sweaty, so he gripped the flowers tighter. He took one last look at his phone, before slipping it into his suit pocket. The inward battle to get out of the car was almost too great, and he nearly asked the driver to turn around, so he could go back to bed; but he knew you would want him to be there. So, he slowly clambered out the car, his legs were wobbly, and he felt like a baby dear learning to walk, but he put one foot in front of the other, walking towards the green grass, to where the others were stood.

It felt like Dean had been stood for hours, yet in reality it was 5 minutes. He spotted his brother first, and bobby. Before he saw the brown stained wood, formed to perfection. It was quiet and no one said a word. Dean was asked if he wanted to help carry you out, but he couldn’t do it. He didn’t want to believe in was you being carried.

He watched as you were lowered softly and gently into your new home. He hardly paid attention to anything else. He felt like someone else was in control of him, almost as this was all a bad dream. He pinched himself yet didn’t wake up. It wasn’t a bad dream; it was a real-life nightmare.

He watched as people started to turn and walk away. He watched as your gravestone was placed, and you were covered with dirt. He watched until he was the last one left. He watched until he collapsed into a heap. Head leaning against the cold stone, which bared your name, Tears gushing down his face, his hands still clenching onto the flowers, like they were the only thing keeping him alive. He cried for hours, until the heavens opened, and his tears were inconspicuous from the rain. He cried for your loss, even when the evening came, and the sun started setting. He cried. He stayed until he was exhausted, his tears running out. He didn’t get to tell you everything he wanted to, and now he never would.

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Your Love is a Bad Medicine

Dean Winchester x Sister! reader

Song: Bad Medicine - Bon Jovi

Warning: Separation anxiety

Description: Dean and his little sister are on their way to get Sam from college.  Dean has to go somewhere, and the youngest Winchester is left in the room by herself. Her anxiety begins to act up while she waits for her brother to come back.

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          (Y/n) tapped her foot anxiously against the dirty red carpet of the motel room. She sat in the green chair by the window, glancing through the blinds, into the parking lot.

         The sun had gone down a while ago so the only illumination she had were the few door lights that actually worked. (Y/n) bit into her bottom lip, gnawing at the bruised skin as her anxiety peaked a bit more. The small box TV sitting on the dresser played in the background. Static flickered every now and again due to the bad quality of the motel. The young girl turned it on to distract herself from the road but the worry for her brother grew and grew over the night.

         Dean had left hours before sunset and had not come back since. She knew he could handle himself but the worry that something bad could happen inundated through her mind, nonetheless. Slipping her fingers through to push the blinds open, she felt tears forming in her eyes when she still didn’t see the Impala turning into the motel.

         (Y/n)’s throat began to clog up as she tried to stop from letting out a cry. She then glanced at her phone that was charging on the bed. Almost too quickly, she threw herself across and pulled the cell harshly off the plug. She instantly went into her contacts, her shaking finger hovering over Dean’s name. She pressed down, listening to the repeating ring coming from the phone.

         However, the instant feeling of guilt spread through her. (Y/n) immediately went back to the home screen and sighed. She wouldn’t want to bother him because of her worries, especially if he was working. A few stray tears dropped, and she lies her head back on the flat pillows.

         “Maybe listening to music will help,” the girl whimpered, turning the screen on and pressing the downloads she had. A smile reached her quivering lips as she saw the name of a song her and Dean like to sing together. She began to softly play it on her phone speaker. The beginning music resonated, causing her smile to widen.

 Your love is like a bad medicine

 Bad medicine is what I need

 Whoa oh oh

 Shake it up like a bad medicine

 There ain’t no doctor that can cure my disease

           (Y/n) turns it up as old memories began to resurface. She lifts herself, resting her elbows on the top of her knees. Leaving her phone in her lap, she reposed her head and closes her eyes, humming softly to the music.

 I ain’t got a fever, got a permanent disease

 And it’ll take more than a doctor to prescribe a remedy

 I got lots of money but it isn’t what I need

 Gonna take more than a shot to get this poison outta me

 And I got all the symptoms, count ‘em, one, two, three

          Suddenly, the door opens with an obnoxious voice singing along with the chorus. “Your love is like a bad medicine! Bad medicine is what I need!”

          (Y/n) jumps from her spot and instantly turns off the song that was playing. Her eyes were wide with fright and her fingers twitched at her side.

         Dean stood in front of the door, a few bags in hand. His brows furrow with confusion as he notices his little sister’s current state. He places the bags on the table that was beside the dresser, turning to (Y/n) with new concern. “What’s wrong, ankle-bitter?”

          “N-nothing! I just wasn’t expecting you to barge through like that,” (Y/n) replies, mentally cursing for her nervous habits.

         Dean gave his famous smirk, pulling his jacket off his shoulders. “Well, I thought you would be asleep until I heard music blaring. I guess we were both surprised.”

         “Y-yeah.” (Y/n) simply replies as she got up on the bed again and watched Dean go into the bathroom to change.

         After a few minutes, he comes out, plopping himself on the bed. “So, what have you been up to?” Dean asks, leaning himself on the headboard.

         “Not much...” (Y/n) mumbled out with a shrug.

         “(Y/n), is everything alright?” Another shrug was all he got. “Look at me.”

          She felt stupid. He was right here but she felt tears swarming again. Why was she so scared?

         “It’s nothing,” she said after a few breaths to calm herself.

         “Sure doesn’t look like nothing,” Dean grumbles. He straightens himself to a sitting position, all humor gone from his eyes. “Come on, tell me what’s on your mind-- is it about Dad?”

         “No! I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m worried about his safety but that’s not it.” (Y/n) replied quickly.

         “So, something is bothering you?”

         The youngest Winchester sighs with irritation. She hates it when Dean does this. He knows just what to say and he will press on until she confesses.

        “I was worried about you, that’s all.”

         “Why? I was only out for a couple of hours,” Dean questions.

         “I-I know... doesn’t mean something bad couldn’t happen within those nine hours,” (Y/n) mutters in embarrassment.

         “You were counting time... is that why you called? I was going to answer but you hung up before I could.”  

         “Sorry.”

         “Don’t be sorry. You get nervous, I get it,” Dean trivializes, “but hey, we’re both here.”

         “Yeah,” (Y/n) agreed, smiling slightly at him.

         “Get some sleep. We gotta a good drive tomorrow,” Dean said, smiling in return.

         (Y/n) nodded, situating herself to a laying position on the bed. She felt Dean shift too, resting on his back. “Hey Dean...” she asks, while closing her eyes.

         “Yeah?”

         “Do you think Sam will be glad to see us?”

         “I don’t know... I guess we’ll have to wait and see. Sleeping would help pass the time.”

         “Yeah, yeah. Goodnight.”

         “Night (Y/n).”

    Your love is like a bad Medicine

 Bad medicine is what I need

 Whoa oh oh

 Shake it up like a bad medicine

 You got the potion that can cure my disease