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Last Chance for Romance 

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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. 

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.

-

“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.

-

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.

-

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.

-

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. 

With another sip of the stinging liquid, I looked up at the tv, seeing a random movie playing. I didn't care anyways.

I slouched a bit, leaning the palm of my hand on my cheek as I stared into oblivion. A hangover was going to greet me in the morning for sure.

I groaned as I got up from the leather couch, chugging the rest of the evil liquid and putting the empty bottle of addiction on the kitchen table, getting another from the fridge.

I wasn't always like this, but hey, that's what happens when you start drinking at the age of 16 and never stopping.

Only one good thing came out of this, Gabriel. We meet at a bar in Oregon. As soon as I saw his Whiskey colored orbs, I was hooked. Now we're here, two years later and now we're closer than anything.

I was pushed out of my thoughts as I heard the ruffle of the doorknob opening, seeing Gabriel walk in, back from a trip with Sam and Dean. I would have gone, but, I didn't feel like it.

His smile slipped from his face as he saw the bottle in my hands and the multiple empty ones all over the table.

He shook his head lightly, walking over to me and snatching the bottle out of my hand and pouring it in the sink.

I turned to drunken rage from the previous liquid being wasted away.

"Hey! What the hell Gabriel! That was the last bottle!!"

He turned to me, an angry frown almost matching my own.

"Can't you see yourself! Bottles everywhere! You, drunk again! You said-no promised you'd stop! You were sober for months an look at you! A drunk mess!" He seethed, anger written in his eyes.

My rage turned to sadness as I put my head down, disappointed in myself, but mostly because I disappointed Gabe again.

Tears lined my vision as I broke down, letting my emotions take control.

"Gabe I'm sorry. I-I saw a pack on sale and I couldn't fight it! I was trying so hard, but I got it anyways. I can't stop drowning in this alcohol."

Gabriel took a quick breath, scooping me into his arms as he wiped my tears with his thumb.

"Then let me help you. You refuse every time, but you need help. Let me help you." He spoke, his vessels voice cracking slightly.

With glossy vision I looked up at my angelic lover and nodded. "Okay. I promise this is the last time."

Gabriel gave a small smile, leaning his forehead upon mine. "I love you Y/n."

A soft smile made its way to my tear stricken face, lightly kissing Gabriel's lips, which tasted sweet as ever. "I love you too Gabe. I always will."

"I know." He spoke, walking to the bedroom with me still in his arms. "Come on, you need some sleep." I nodded, agreeing with him as I rested my head on his shoulder, enjoying the warmth he emitted, allowing sleep to over take me even before Gabriel reaches the bedroom door. 

I'll fight this Gabriel. I'll do it for you.

The strong smell of cigarette smoke and sweat hit me as I walked in the door of the strip club. Club "Free Will" as they called it.

I glanced over the topless women and sat down at the bar, signaling the bartender to come around.

"What will it be tonight Y/n?" spoke the barkeep.

"The usual. Just double the tonight. Thanks Mitch." I replied, giving a soft smile.

"No problem chick." He replied. Pulling out the short glass, and made my drink.

Taking a sip of the liquid, I turned my back to Mitch and ogled my eyes at the strippers until I was interrupted.

"What is a girl like you doing here?" Asked a rather short, yet oddly attractive man.

Smirking, I turned to look at him. "I'm looking at the goodies. And I think I just found a winner."

He chuckled, pulling out his hand. "The names Gabriel. And you are?"

I shake his hand firmly and reply, "Y/n."

"Strong grip ya got there sugar. You wrestle?"

"No. I do workout though. Gotta stay in shape even when your work doesn't require it." I replied, taking a quick swig of my drunk and putting it down.

"Well I dare say you look great. What do you do anyways?" He replied back, taking a sip of his beer.

"Oh I'm a minister. Yeah, I know the irony." I said, rolling my eyes and chuckling.

"Quite a place for a minister to be. I like your style. How about you and I ditch this place and go somewhere." He said, a kind smile written in his face.

"Sure. I have nothing better to do. You know what, I'll take ya somewhere." I replied, getting up from my seat and Gabriel following me.

After about half an hour of walking we finally arrived at the place. A large, empty building.

"A church huh? A little ironic is it not?" Gabriel said laughing lightly as he stood next to me.

"Maybe but hey, this is where I work. This is kinda my home." I replied, unlocking the church doors and walking inside.

As Gabriel followed me, I spoke. "You know? I believe people get one thing wrong in the Bible. And that's angels. People see them as regular people in heaven. But they are not."

I turned to face Gabriel, a light smile on my face as he listened closely, as though he knew something I did not.

"I believe they are warriors of God and not to be fucked with."

Gabriel laughed loudly, shaking his head. "Oh I know." He said, sitting down.

I did the same, taking a seat next to him.

"I do have a favorite angel though, but not just any angel. Gabriel, the Archangel. He seems different from the rest."

Seeming a little shocked, Gabriel looked at Y/n, but put on a regular face as she looked at him.

"What a coincidence huh?" Gabriel spoke, almost flirtatiously.

Rolling my eyes, I got up and pulled out a marker. Grabbing his hand, I wrote down my number and started to walk away from him.

"Call me! I would love to get to know you better!" I called out, going up the stairs into my office, leaving a very flustered angel behind. 

Honey Bees

Pairing - Castiel x Reader

Triggers - N/a

Summary - Sam and Dean cheer up their little sister, seeing she isn’t herself after Castiel claimed himself ‘God’, leaving his true family behind.

The Winchester brothers could feel the sadness radiating off of their little sister, anyone could. The look in her eyes, the fake smile, the strain in her voice. It was always there; it never left.

People may have asked what was troubling her, well I’ll tell you. This all started because of one man, an angel really named Castiel. They were lovers. It may sound strange, but their love was surreal.

That all changed when Castiel grew power hungry, changed for the worst. He wasn’t the confused, timid angel Y/n knew anymore. He was now ruthless and vile. Something she never knew he could be. Though it showed when the Winchester siblings had found him, he was no longer an angel of the lord, pleading their lives for Castiel to leave them be.

They were lucky he did. He wasn’t so kind to others. Murders happened all over the globe, each one with Castiel claiming he was now ‘God’. This wasn’t the real Castiel and it pained the female hunter.

This led her to sit on the couch, staring at what was to be playing on the television, but she wasn’t truly paying attention. She was wrapped in her mind, like she was in a jail cell, locked.

Sam, however, was sitting at the study table, having a clear view of his sister, a frown on his face as he shut his laptop, looking over at his older brother. “Dean, look at her. She’s been like this for months. We need to do something man.”

Dean sighed as he glanced over at Y/n, then to Sam, giving a slow nod. It killed him to see his little sister like that. She used to be so full of life, happy. Now she was just a broken soul in a meat suit, ready to be dragged to hell.

“We’ve tried Sam. Nothing will help, you know that. The only time she does anything is on hunts, and that’s only to get emotions out!” Dean spoke, making sure he wasn’t loud enough for their sister to hear.

He got up from his seat, Sam watching his movement, opening his mouth to say something, but closed it, not able to come up with anything except excuses.

The tallest hunter then got up as well, dusting his layers of flannel before walking along side his brother, seeing he may have had a plan. If he did, he just hoped it was a good one.

The air felt thick, almost as if you could cut it with a butter knife as they approached the girl, Sam clearing his throat, making the female Winchester look up, a faint expression of a smile on her face.

“Look, you’ve been in the bunker too long Y/n. Come outside with us, I wanna take you somewhere.” Dean said, his voice soft, fearing he may break her.

Y/n sighed, unraveling from the blanket she had wrapped around herself, standing up as she nodded, looking at her brothers. “Fine; lets go.”

Sam and Dean gave their sister a smile, walking along side her as they left the bunker, allowing the sun rays to hit what exposed skin they had, the rest hidden by the classic layers of flannel each of them wore.

They all spoke very little as they walked, Y/n keeping quiet, but enjoyed the time with her family, well, her only family.

Dean soon stopped at a small clearing not far from the bunker. It was quite nice. An area with flowers of all colors, not a single other person in sight. “We’re here.” Dean spoke, patting his sisters shoulder.

This made Y/n smile, walking over to the bed of flowers, sitting down as she watched the honey bees do their job of collecting pollen.

Y/n and Castiel used to always do this, mostly on their little dates they used to have. It brought Y/n back to a memory as she watched the bees, seeing one had landed on her finger before it flew off.

“Cas you have your own!” called, the female hunter, giggling as Castiel looked over at his lover, giving back her ice cream cone, chocolate covering his stubble. “What? You’re ice cream looked better.” He spoke, giving the female a small smile as he looked down at his own ice cream, eating the last bit of it.

She rolled her eyes as she took a bite of her now half eaten ice cream, smiling at the sugary flavor. She studied the flowers around them, seeing bees fly past Castiel and herself.

She giggled once again as a bee landed on Castiels nose, making him freeze for a moment before it flew off to a flower.

“Hey you got a little-“ she started to speak before she shook her head, grabbing a bit of her sleeve in his fingers, leaning over to wipe the chocolate that was on the angels face, making him smile softly. “There. Now you don’t look ridiculous.”

He chuckled lightly, pulling the woman close with his arms, kissing her forehead lightly as he admired her every feature. “I love you Y/n.” He said, voice soft and confident.

The female looked up, giving him a toothy smile that sparkled in the light, making them look brighter than they were. “I love you too Cas.” She replied, pulling him by his trench coat, giving him a proper kiss, the ice cream long forgotten.

She gave a small, genuine smile, her brothers now sitting on either side of her. “Thank you guys.” She said, pulling them in for a hug. They happily hugged her back, Dean ruffling her hair some, causing her to laugh.

“Of course kid. We’re your big bro’s , we’ll always be here for you.” Dean said, making Sam smile as he laid an arm on Y/n’s shoulder, looking at his siblings. “Deans right. You’re stuck with us.”

In the first time in a long time, Y/n gave her brothers her iconic toothy smile, glancing between them as she looked back at the bees, smiling at the fond memories of Castiel. Praying he would come back like the angel he was before; to come home.

“I would have it any other way.” She said, pulling a flower from the ground, twirling it in her palm. “I wouldn’t know what to do without you dumbasses.”

Sam and Dean chuckled as they looked at the flowers with their little sister, watching as the sun stayed bright and the air cool. “We know.”

Supernatural Series Rewrite

Supernatural Rewrite Masterlist

Dean Winchester x named reader (eventually)

Series Warning: language violence, angst, fluff, sexual content, Gore, molestation, mention of sexual harassment, usual supernatural violence. (If you’re triggered by any of these then please don’t read)

(A/n- I had to give the reader a name, there’s reason behind it but you can change it if you want. I changed some of the plot and some of the scenes but mostly it’s the same. I do not own the supernatural series but there are some things that are completely my imagination, it has nothing to do with the actual mythology or the series)

Wendigo part 2

Season one. Episode Two.

Wendigo (part 3)

"it's trying to draw us out. Just stay cool, stay put." Dean said.

"Inside the magic circle?" Roy scoffed.

"Not the best time for douchbaggery, Roy. You wanna stay alive? Stay inside the circle." You spat back at him.

"Help." It screamed again. It let out a inhumanly growl and ran around in the woods. "Ok, that's no grizzly."

Haley screamed as something ran past her and you turn to that way with your shotgun. "It's here." Roy started shooting as it kept running around. "I hit it." He said and took off to that direction.

"Roy, No, stop Roy." You yelled after him but he kept running. "Don't move." You pointed to Haley and Ben and ran after him as Sam and Dean followed you. No matter how much you wanna kill Roy, if he died on this hunt you wouldn't help but feel like it's on you.

Suddenly you couldn't hear Roy's voice anymore but you guys kept calling out for him. Sam pointed the torch around but there was no sign of Roy or the wendigo, which only meant one thing and it wasn't good.

You made your way back to the campsite and decided to wait till morning. You sat down in front of a big rock and leaned against it. You felt someone sit beside you and you turned your head to see it was Dean.

"Hey." You gave him a small smile.

"Hey. How you holding up?" He asked and you gave him a confused look. "Jessica was Sam's girlfriend but she was your best friend too. Between everything I forgot to ask you how you are?"

"I've been better. We were really close you know. Sometimes I feel like it was my fault. Whenever I get attached with someone they end up like her."

"Hey, it's not your fault. It's his fault, that thing that killed her." He said taking your face in his hand. "You understand?" He asked and you nodded.

"You know, earlier, how you said you don't have a family? You do. You have me, you have Sam. You have Bobby, that man treated you like his own daughter ever since you were born. You have John, you know he always thought you were smarter than me, even though you're seven years younger?" He said making you chuckle at the last part.

"Well, you were the one who used to trip on soda cans and great unconscious."

"Hey, that was one time, okay. And I wasn't looking at it." He defended himself but then started laughing with you.

You stopped laughing after you noticed he was just starting at you with a big smile on his face. You smile back at him and you swear you saw his eyes travel to your lips for a while but so did yours.

"You have a very beautiful laugh." He commented making you blush. You did not reply instead you wrapped your arms around his neck and slid closer to him. He hesitated before wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you tight. You rested your head on his shoulder. Both of you didn't say anything for the rest of the night and you did not get even a single nightmare that night. That was the most peaceful sleep you got ever since you're mom died. You knew you were safe in Dean Winchester's arms and no nightmare could hurt you.

*******

"I don't understand, these type of things aren't supposed to be real." Haley said as you looked around the woods near the campsite. "I wish I could tell you different."

"How do we know it's not out there watching us?" She asked.

"We don't, but we are safe for now."

"Hey." Sam said as he walked out of nowhere. "So, we've got half a chance in the daylight. And I for one ..... Wanna kill this evil sun off a bitch." He said looking at you as he repeated your words from last night and you gave him a smirk.

Sam opened John's journal and started explaining Haley and Ben about wendigo.

"How does a man turn into one of those things?" She asked.

"Its always the same, during harsh winter, A guy finds himself starving, Cut off from supplies or help. Becomes a cannible to survive. Eats other members of his tribe or camp."

"Like the Donner party." Ben asked looking at you and you nodded. "Exactly like Donner party."

"Cultures all over the work believe that eating human flesh gives a person certain abilities..... Speed, strength, immortality."

"If you eat enough of it over years, you become this less-than-human thing. You're always hungry." Dean and Sam kept explaining and you chipped in now and then.

"So, how can Tommy still be alive?" Haley asked and you grimaced at the idea of the Wendigo keeping him alive just to feed now and then.

"More than anything a wendigo knows how to last long Winters without food. It keeps it's victims alive, stores them, so it can feed whenever it wants. If your brother's alive it's keeping him somewhere dark, hidden and safe. We're gonna track it back to there."

"And then how do we stop it?" Haley asked making you smirk.

"We're gonna torch this motherfucker..... Mind my language." You said looking at Ben. You turn around to make your way into the woods.

Dean and you were walking ahead everyone and Sam was at the back. You saw big bloody claw marks on the trees, like the one you saw on Mr Shaw's chest.

"Dean, Sam" you called out and they walked up beside you. They looked at the claw prints as well. "You know I was thinking that those claw prints so clear and distinct, they were almost too easy to follow." You whispered to them and just then you heard a growling voice and you turned to it's direction.

The wendigo kept running around you. You heard Haley screaming and you turned to her just as a body fell from the tree she was standing under.

"You ok?" You asked and helped her up.

"His neck's broken." Dean said checking the body which turned out to be Roy. "okay, move, run, go go go go." Dean yelled and ushered everyone.

You let out a yelp when your ankle got stuck in a twig and you fell. Dean immediately came back running. "Dean go, I can't get up. You better run." You pushed him away but he kneeled down and helped you get your feet out of the twig. "Just go, please."

"I'm not leaving you here." he said before picking you up knowing how you must have broken your ankle. He started running as fast as he could with you in his arms. You saw Ben fell on the way and you were about to tell him to leave you and help him but Sam got him already.

Dean kept running but suddenly the Wendigo jumped in front of you. Making Dean and Haley stop in their tracks. She let out loud shriek. It grabbed you and Dean but it couldn't take Haley. You passed out when it's hand pressed too tightly around your neck.

"Hey, hey, sweetheart." You heard Dean say when you started to wake up. Something was tightly tied around your wrist and you could feel blood trickling down your forehead. "You awake?" He asked making you groan.

"Yeah. I'm going to kill this son of a bitch." You said making him laugh. "yes we are, sweetheart, yes we are."

"Hey, don't pass out on me again." He said when you were about to black out again. "Come on keep talking. Sammy's gonna get to us soon."

"How?" You managed to ask.

"I left a trail of M&Ms. He'll follow them." He said sounding proud of himself.

"You had M&Ms? Why didn't you tell me? I was hungry." You said and your stomach grumbled as if it was agreeing with you.

"I tripped on soda can huh? You tripped on twigs."

"Seriously? This is what you wanna discuss right now?" you knew he was trying to keep you from passing out again as he kept tugging on the ties.

"Dean, Alex." You heard Sam and saw him running toward you. He quickly untied Dean as Ben untied you. He helped both of you to the ground and you kept groaning in pain.

"Princess you ok?" Dean asked and Ben sat you beside where Sam sat Dean.

"Where is it?" You groaned out.

"Its gone for now." Sam said.

It was hard breathing, it felt like it broke a couple of your ribs. You saw Haley started to cry as she walked up to a body hanging just like you were a few minutes ago.  He was alive, you could see.

"Cut him down." She said and Sam and Ben helped him down.

You looked around yourself and saw a duffle bag. You crawled toward it and started digging through it. A wide smile spread on your lips when your hand came in contact with flare guns.

"Check it out." You said and handed one to Dean. "Flare guns." He smirked at you.

"Those will work." Sam said. You hand one to him as well. All of you started you way out of there. Haley and Sam were helping Tommy and you and Dean were walking in front of them with your flare guns in your hands.

"Looks like someone's home for supper." Dean said when a growl was heard.

"We'll never outrun it." Haley said and you looked back at her. Dean looked at Sam and said "you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Yeah, I think so." Sam replied and the wendigo growled again.

"Care to share with the class? We don't exactly have the mind reading superpower like you guys." Even in this physical condition you couldn't help but make a witty comment.

"You guys stay here with Sam, he's going to get you out of here." He said looking away from you.

"What you gonna do?" Haley asked. You looked at him curiously as well. He grinned at her and started to move away but you stopped him.

"Dean, wait, I'm coming with you." You ran up to him. "Sweetheart you're not exactly in the condition-"

"Oh and you are? Shut up, I'm coming with. And I'm not asking." You cut him off. He smirked and shook his head before shooting. "It's Chow time, you freaky bastard!" He yelled as you ran to the other direction with him.

"Yeah, that's right. Bring it on baby!" This time you were the one who yelled. "I taste good." You added. Both of you kept walking, looking for the wendigo as you held your ribs with one hand and the gun with the other. It hurts like hell but it wasn't exactly the time to complain about it.

"Hey, you want some white meat, bitch?"

"I don't think that wendigos are racist, Dean." You commented making him chuckle a bit before shouting again. You kept running toward the growling sound. You took a turn and saw the wendigo. Its back was facing you and it was hovering over Sam, Ben, Haley and Tommy

"Hey." You yelled and just as he turned around to face you, you and Dean shot it in the chest at the exact same moment. It started yelling and was sat on fire but you shot it ones again and again and again and until Dean pulled you back by you're waist. "Hey, I think it's enough. It is dead." He said and you handed him the gun.

"I just like my monsters extra crispy." You said and let out a wince in pain.

"You ok." He said as he pulled your hand away from your ribs to take a look himself. He lifted your tank top to see the purple and blue bruises.

"You need medic." He said before pulling down your top. "You did good." He said looking you in the eyes.

"Even though I tripped on a twig?" You asked.

"At least you didn't trip  on a soda can" he answered making you smile. You could swear that he looked proud of you.

*******

You sat there in the ambulance as a paramedic checked your BP and your wounds. Your eyes fixed on Dean and Haley talking and suprisingly you didn't feel jealous anymore. Because in a way, in a very weird way you knew you were something special to him and he was to you and no one could take that place.

Haley walked up to you after kissing Dean's cheek and saying goodbye to Sam.

"Thanks, Alex. For everything." She said and you smiled at her before she got inside the ambulance and sat beside her brother.

The paramedic said you were good to go so you got up and walked up to the brothers. Your eyes never leaving Dean and his never leaving you.

"Man, I hate camping." You said looking back at Haley and her brothers. "Me too." They replied in unison.

"Sam, you know we're gonna find Dad, right?" Dean asked looking away from you and to his brother.

"Yeah. I know. But in mean time..... I'm driving." He grinned at Dean and he was silent for a few minutes before throwing the keys to Sam and he caught them. Dean grabbed you by your waist and lead you to the back seat and got inside the shotgun himself. They shut the doors in sync.

"Any of you wake me up before sunrise and I'm gonna hurt you worse than the wendigo did." You said before leaning against the door.

"Somehow, i don't doubt that." Sam said as he kept driving.

As soon as you closed your eyes his face was in front of you but you tried to ignore it like you always do. A few minutes later it was gone and was replaced by Dean's. Your heart calmed down and you fell asleep while thinking about a certain green eyed hunter.

"Tell me you noticed that back there." Sam finally said after a pregnancy pause. Dean was hoping that they wouldn't have to have this conversation, that he was just overthinking. "Yeah I did." He sighed.

"What the hell was that. She didn't stop shooting even after it was burning."

"Maybe we are overthinking. Maybe she really does 'like her monsters extra crispy'." Dean said repeating get word from earlier. "No, Dean, I saw it on her face. The anger, the aggression. It was too much, for even a hunter. There's so much she's not telling us."

"Sam, its Alex we are talking about. She was always kind of you know, a mystery. We know her but we don't really know her, man. I don't think anyone does." Dean said and Sam let out a sigh. "We can't push her Sam, she'll tell us when she's ready." Sam nodded.

"Maybe, you're right." He replied and kept driving. Little did they know you listened to the whole conversation.

*******

Dead in the Water part 1

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Wendigo part 3

Season one. Episode Three.

Dead In The Water (Part 1)

You looked at the clock beside your motel bed, it read 2 am. "Perfect." You mumbled and got it of the bed. Dean was on the ground sleeping like a baby and Sam was in the other bed, surprisingly sleeping too. You took out a paper and started writing.

"Sam, Dean,

You guys were right, there are a lot of things in not telling you guys, I'm not telling anyone. Maybe that's why you can't trust me completely. And I can't go hunting with people who can't trust me. I'm sorry, I really am but I have to leave but I promise I'll do everything I can to help you guys find John. Hunting with the two of you really made me happy, but I gotta go now.

Alex."

You left the letter in the nightstand and left one of your gun over it. You quickly got your duffle bag and got out of the room. You hot wired a car from the parking lot and drive away into the night, not exactly knowing where to go.

******

You circled yet another article on the paper as you sat in the coffee shop. you haven't solved any case every since you left the Winchesters and it was driving you crazy. There was no lead on John either, it felt like your entire life purpose was failing right before your eyes. You already missed the brothers even though you haven't spent much time with them yet. See, this is what you were afraid of, getting attached to them.

"You want another coffee?" The waitress said and you looked at already 8 empty espresso ships cups and shook your head. "no, I think it's fine, I'll just pay now." You said going her your best fake smile.

"It's ok, we got it." A voice said and you turned around with wide eyes. There stood the Winchesters with all of their glory. Dean slid in beside you and Sam in front of you  "what?... How?....how'd you guys find me?" You said looking between the brothers.

"We have to give it to you, you are very good at hiding, but we......we are better at finding." Dean said with a smirk, sounding very proud of himself.

"We just saw you from the window to be honest, we couldn't find you." Sam spilled out the truth.

"Sammy, for ones can you just lrt me have it." Dean glared at his brother for ruining the moment for him.

"Dude, you made us sound like some creepy stalkers." Sam said and the look of realization came over Dean's face. He was about to say something more but you cut him off

"Ok, ok, guys. I think I made it pretty clear that I want to hunt alone." You season looking back at the news papers.

"About that. Look, Alex, it's not like we don't trust you, ok? we do-" Sam started but you cut him off.

"Ya right, that's why instead of confronting me, you guys were talking behind my back because that is exactly what a person does to someone who they trust." You got up but Dean held your hand and sat you down again.

"Look, kid, we are sorry, it's not that we don't trust you, we were just worried about you." Dean said looking you in the eyes and you sighed deciding to tell them the truth.

"I know." You finally said in a calm voice. "And it is not the exact reason why I left." You said and both the boys gave you confused looks.

"You both could have died back there, and that scared the hell out of me. I'm used to hunting alone, I'm used to not care about my partner dying on a hunt. I got so scared that if I get attached to you guys and if something happens to you, I wouldn't be able to take it. I can not take another person dying anymore." You said and Sam started to say something but you weren't finished yet.  "You know, everytime my phone rings.... I'm scared to pick it up. Because it could be someone calling me to tell me that Bobby is dead. Do you know how scared I am every moment of him being dead? John being dead? And I can't just and your name to that list too. I've lost too much already, I can not afford to lose another person, I just can't. And....and I thought if I could just blame you two, leaving you would be easy, but it's not. It's so hard." Your voice broke but you didn't cry, you just couldn't cry. Dean pulled you in and hugged you closer and Sam slid in beside you and joined both of you in the hug.

"Ok, now you guys are kind of chocking me." You let out a giggle and they both left you.

"Alex, I know how you feel, trust me we both know. But you are not going to lose us." Sam said. "I promise you." He added making you smile.

"And you know, the three of us, are hell of a team. So you either come back with us willingly..." Dean said.

"Or?" You asked raising an whoever giving him a challenging look.

"Or I pack you up on my duffle bag."

"Hey, I'm not that small." You exclaimed hitting his chest.

"So you coming back with us?" Sam asked with hope in his eyes and really who can resist that puppy?

"Ok. But please tell me you have a case, I need to kill something ASAP or I'll go complete crazy." You said.

"And she's back." They both said in sync.

"Can I bring you guys anything?" The waitress said walking up to your table and Dean gave her a flirtatious smile making you roll your eyes. "just the check please." Sam said and she walked away.

"You know, Sam, we are allowed to have fun once in a while. That's fun." Dean said pointing at the waitress, more like at her ass.

"Here, take a look at these." You said chipping in. "I don't know if that's even our kind of thing or am I just being really paranoid because I haven't solved a case in a week." You pointed at the article you recently circled.

"Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin. Last week, Sophie Carlton, 18, walks into the lake, doesn't walk out. Authorities dragged the water.... Nothing. Sophie Carlton's the third lake Manitoc drowning this year. The other bodies weren't found either. B the funeral was 2 days ago." You explained to the brothers.

"A funeral?" Sam asked with a frown.

"Yeah, weird I know. They buried an empty coffin." You said

"For closure or whatever I guess." Dean said sipping from one of my cups and then spitting out immediately. "Dean, I ordered that when I got here..... I've been here for three hours " you said and he gave you a disgusted look.

"Closure? What closure? People don't just disappear, Dean. Other people just stop looking for them." Sam said looking at his brother and again you could feel the tension building in. "uh oh." You let out a small sound.

"Something you wanna say to me?"

"The trail for Dad, it's getting colder everyday."

"What are we supposed to do?"

"I don't know. Something, anything."

"You know what? I'm sick of this attitude, you don't think I want to find dad just as much as you do? I've been with him every single day for the past two years while you've been off to college going to pep rallies. We will find dad but we gotta solve cases between here and there. Okay?" Dean said almost in one breath and when the waitress passed by you he completely forgot the conversation and his eyes followed her, making you roll yours again.

"Alright, lake Manitoc." They both got up and eyed you when you didn't. "I have a condition."

*******

"I swear to God no one would believe you're an federal agent." Dean said as he pulled up at the Carlton's house.

"I can make myself look older." You said looking at yourself in the rearview mirror then opening the first few buttons on your flannel.

"Your idea of looking older is.....more cleavage?" Dean asked as the three of you got out of the car. "yeah, worked before." You said walking up to the house, Dean and Sam following close behind. You Knocked on the door and a bit opened up.

"Will Carlton?" You asked and noticed his eyes going to your chest for a few seconds making Dean roll his. "Yeah, that's right."

"I'm agent Ford. This is agent Hamill and Rosemary. We're with the US wildlife service." Dean said. "We are here to talk about Sophie Carlton." Sam added.

Will took you guys to the back of their house where the lake was. You could see Bill Carlton sitting on the dock, sadly.

"She was about a hundred yards out. That's where she got dragged down." Will said pointing to the lake.

"You're sure she didn't just drown?"

"No, she was varsity swimmer. She practically grew up in that lake. She's as safe out there as her own bathtub."

"So, no splashing? No sign of distress?" Dean question.

"No, that's what I'm telling you?"

"Did you see any shadows in the water? Maybe some dark shape breach the surface?" You asked but he kept shaking his head.

"Ever seen any strange tracks by the shorelines?" Dean asked. "No, never, why? What do you think is out there?" He asked looking a tiny bit freaked out. "We'll let you know as soon as we know?"Dean replied walking back to the Impala.

"What about your father? Can we talk to him?" You asked pointing at Bill Carlton. "Look, if you don't mind, I mean he didn't see anything. He's kind of been through a lot." Will said and you nodded. "we understand." Sam assured him and you walked back to the Impala as well.

"So, where to now." Dean asked looking at you through rearview mirror. You smirked knowing where his eyes were exactly.

"The local police station, I guess." Sam shrugged his shoulder and Dean started driving.

"You know, I really think we should talk to Bill Carlton." You said looking out of the window as Dean kept driving towards the police station. "Yeah me too. The way he was looking at the lake, he must have seen something." Sam said agreeing with you.

"Or, maybe he was just really grieving, you know, he did just lost a daughter." Dean said.

"Yes, that's right too..... So we'll talk to him." You said ending the discussion 'causing Dean to roll his eyes.

Dean pulled up at the station and walked inside. You walked up to the first desk you saw and pulled out your ID. "We would like to speak with Sheriff about the case of Sophie Carlton. We are with the wildlife service." You said to the man sitting on the desk as Sam and Dean pulled out their IDs as well to show him. You saw his eyes trailed up your body and finally landed in your face, his face was flushed. Dean was glaring daggers at the man.

"You look awfully young to be an agent." He finally said when he was done checking you out. It gave you the creeps but that smile never fluttered from your face.

"Trust me Joseph, is it Joseph?" Your asked reading the J on his badge. "It's not but you can call me that." You let out a fake giggle. You could tell that he was new and you could see the redness of his face that occured by talking to you.

"I may look young but I'm very experienced." You said with a suggestive smile and You could feel Sam's awkwardness and Dean's glare behind your back.  "So? Sheriff?"

"Huh?"

"Where's the sheriff?"

"Oh right? Follow me?" He got up and you guys followed him.

"Told you, it works." You whispered leaning in to Dean and Sam cleared his throat. Dean looked a bit pissed off as he answered. "Yeah, whatever."

"Sheriff Devins? This is agent Ford and This is agent Hamill and Rosemary, we are from wildlife service and here to talk about Sophie Carlton's case." Dean said when you entered the sheriff's office and he stood up and told Joseph to go away.

"Now, I'm sorry, but why does the wildlife service care about an accidental drowning?" Sheriff said as he gestured you to take a seat. You sat down in front of his desk with Sam on your left side and Dean on your right.

"You sure it's accidental? Because Will Carlton saw something grab her sister " Sam said.

"Like what? There are no indigenous Carnegie's in that lake. There's nothing even big enough to pull down a person.... Unless it was the Loch ness Monster."

"Yeah, right." Dean let out a laugh then looked at you and Sam and sheriff continued. "Will Carlton is traumatised and sometimes the mind plays tricks. Still, we dragged the entire lake. We even ran a sonar sweep just to be sure, and there was nothing down there."

"That's weird, though. I mean, that's...that's the third missing body this year " Dean said leaning toward the sheriff.

"These are people from my town, people I care about. Anyway ..... All this.... It won't be a problem much longer." He said making Dean frown but you knew what he was talking about. You do your homework though.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

"Well, the Dam, of course ."

"Yeah, it's falling apart." You nodded your head and Dean and Sam raised their eyebrows at you.

"And the feds won't give us the grant to repair it, so they opened the spillway. In another six months there won't be much of a lake, in another six months there won't be much of a town either. But as federal wildlife you already knew that."

"Exactly." Dean said nodding hours head.

"Sorry, am I interrupting." A female voice came and you turned around and stood up to look at the brunette standing in the doorway. "I can come later." She said.

"Gentlemen, lady, this is my daughter." Sheriff Jake said pointing at the woman. Your eyes instantly went to Dean who was giving her his most flirtatious smile which made it roll your eyes.

"It's pleasure to meet you. I'm Dean."

"Andrea Barr, hi." She introduced herself with a smile. "Hi." He replied with a bigger one.

"They're from the wildlife service." Sheriff interrupted their greeting. "About the lake." As soon as he mentioned the lake you could see the change of expression on Andrea's face. Her smile was completely gone. You saw a little boy coming out from behind Andrea and you smiled at him.

"Oh, hey there. What's your name?" Dean asked the boy and he ran away and Andrew went after him with a sad face.

"His name is Lucas." Jane answered for hours grandson.

"Is he ok?" You asked not talking your eyes off of the little boy.

"My grandson's been through a lot. We all have." He said walking out from his chair. "Well, if there's anything else I can do for you, please let me know. Thanks." He added leading you out of his office.

"Hey, now that you mentioned it, could you point us in the direction of a reasonably priced motel?" Dean asked Andrea. Great! Dean looking for hookup is exactly what you need right now.

"Lakefront motel. Go 'round the corner, it's two blocks up." Before you could thank her and move along Dean said. "would you mind showing us?" She chuckled before replying. "You want me to walk you two blocks?"

"Not if it's any trouble." You gritted your teeth but stayed quiet.

"I'm headed that way anyway. I'll be back to pick him up at three." She told her father and kissed hat son's head, promising him to go to the park later. "Thanks again." You told the sheriff before following Dean who was following Andrea.

"Agent." You heard a voice as soon as you stepped out of the precinct. All of you stopped and turned to see Joseph, or at least that's what he told you to call him,  running toward you. "what the hell." You and Dean whispered at the same time.

"You forgot this." Joseph said, almost out of breath as he held out a napkin.

"It's not-"

"Just keep it." He handed it to you anyway and then walked away but not before winking at you. "Wow, guy got some nerves." Sam chuckled. You opened the napkins and both the brothers looked at it over your shoulder. It had his number and apparently his address. "my shift ends at 6." Dean read out loud glaring at the paper.

"Come on, throw it away, you don't need that." Dean said reaching out for the paper but you quickly put it inside your pocket. Of course you were not going to call him but you love pissing Dean off.

"I don't know, Dean, it might come handy." You gave him a sweet fake smile knowing how it was pissing him off.  He glared at your and clenched his jaw.

"That's Justin. He's new....and awkward. I'm surprised he has the guess to ask a girl out, let alone an agent." Andrea said and you started walking again. Dean tried to change the subject.

"You have a very cute kid." Dean said making Andrea smile and you and Sam roll your eyes.

"Thanks." She said as you crossed the road.

"You are not really going to call him are you?" Sam whispered leaning in.

"No, but he doesn't need to know that." You whispered back making him chuckle.

"Kids are the best, huh." Dean commented and you and Sam almost let out a loud laugh at it. Making him glare at you.

"This is it." She said stopping in front of a motel. "Like I said, two blocks."

"Thanks." Sam said.

"Must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way through a decent pick up line." She said before walking away and you held your laugh.

"Seriously Dean, 'kids are the best'?" You said mimicking him. "You don't even like kids."

"I love kids." He protested.

"Name three children that you even know." Sam said and you raised your eyebrow at the older Winchester.

"That's what I thought." You said and turned around to walk inside the motel.

"I'm thinking." You heard Dean called out and ran up to catch up with you and Sam.

"Do you want an separate room, Alex?" Sam asked.

"No, actually you know what?" You said smirking at the older brother. "Now that Dean is so used to sleeping on the floor, I think one room is fine. No need to waste money right?" You said innocently.

"Ya true." Sam said walking up to the clerk leaving you and Dean alone once again. Dean was still glaring at you. "What?" You asked.

"So, that's your choice? James Dean reject?" Dean asked raising an eyebrow. "Come on, Alex, I thought you could do better."

"Oh really? Can I?" You asked with an raised eyebrow, faking a confused look. "Like who?"you crossed your arms across your chest.

"What?"

"You said I could do better, so who do you think is better for me?" You asked with a smirk and he gave you a look which told you he wanted to say his name but couldn't. "Yeah, that's what I thought." You said when he kept silent. As in queue Sam walked up to you.

when you got in the room you quickly took off your jacket and threw it on one of the bed as if you were claiming it. You took off your flannel as well which left you in that gray tank top and jeans. You put your bag on the end of the bed and sat beside it. Sam immediately started doing his research.

"So, there's the three drowning victims this year." Sam said as you been down to take off your boots.

"And before that?" Dean asked.

"Oh yeah, there's more, spread out over the past 35 years."

"Those bodies were not recovered either?" You asked Sam.

"If there is something out there, it's picking up it's pace." Said Sam.

"We got a lake monster on a binge?" Dean said. You were staring at him because you had no idea what the hell he was doing with his clothes. He was smelling them and then throwing them in his duffle.

"This whole lake monster theory, it just bugs me." Sam said with a frown and you looked away from the weirder Winchester. "Why?" Dean asked and Sam turned to look at you as well.

"Loch Ness, Lake Champlain. There are literally hundreds of eyewitnesses account, but there's almost nothing." he said pointing at his computer screen and you sat beside him.

"Whatever it is out there, no one's living to talk about it." You said looking at the list of victims.

"Wait Barr, Christopher Barr, where have I heard that name?" Dean said as he leaned down between you and same to look at the screen as well.

"Oh the girl you were flirting with a few hours ago. Her surname was Barr too." You said and Sam clicked on the article and a picture of wet Lucas wrapped in a blanket came up. "Yup. He was Andrea's  husband, Lucas' father." Sam says making Dean stand up and walk back.

"Apparently, he took Lucas out swimming, 'Lucas was on the floating wooden platform when Chris drowned. 2 hours before the kid got rescued.'" Sam read the article when clicked on the picture.

"Maybe we do have a eyewitness after all. No wonder that kid was so freaked out. Watching one of your parents dies isn't something you just get over." you said looking away as the flashes of your Dead mother came in front of your eyes. You close your eyes for a second waiting for the images to go away. You felt a hand on your shoulder and looked up to see Dean.

"You ok?" He asked and you nodded with a small smile. "So Andrea said she was going to take Lucas to the park, so I say we go to the nearest park from the police station." You said quickly getting up and wearing your jacket and boots again. The brothers eyes followed your movements. "Guys I'm fine, let's go." You says walking out of the room not daring to look at any of their eyes.

"She's been through a lot." Dean said after the girl walked out of the room. "First her mom died in front of her eyes and a few years later her dad. And then her best friend." He added after a pause.

"No wonder she is so scared to lose Bobby or anyone else." Sam said. They both got up and followed her.

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Dead in the water part 2

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Dean Winchester x Named Reader (eventually)

Series Warning: language violence, angst, fluff, sexual content, Gore, molestation, mention of sexual harassment, usual supernatural violence. (If you’re triggered by any of these then please don’t read)

(A/n- I had to give the reader a name, there’s reason behind it but you can change it if you want. I changed some of the plot and some of the scenes but mostly it’s the same. I do not own the supernatural series but there are some things that are completely my imagination, it has nothing to do with the actual mythology or the series)

Phantom Traveler part 1

Season One. Episode Four.

Phantom Traveler. (Part 2)

"This is your late husband?" Sam asked as he picked up a photo frame from the centre table.

"Yes, that was my George." Mrs. Phelps answered.

"And you said he was a dentist?" You asked with an raised eyebrow. You were sitting on a chair beside Dean and Sam was sitting on his other side still examining the picture.

"He was headed to a convention in Denver." Bonnie answered after age nodded in your question. "Do you know that he was petrified to fly? For him to die like that." Her voice almost broke.

"How long were you married?" You asked softly.

"13 years." She answered.

"In all that time.... Did you ever noticed anything strange about him, anything out of the ordinary?" Sam asked and all of you looked curiously toward Mrs. Phelps.

"Well....he had acid reflux, if that's what you mean." She said and you had to stop the urge of slamming your head on the wall with frustration.

"That will be all, Ma'am." Dean said and you guys stood up to make your way out of the house.

"It goes without saying, it just doesn't make any sense." Sam said as you guys made your way toward the impala.

"A middle-aged dentist with an ulcer, is not exactly evil personified." Dean said and an idea struck in your mind.

"You guys know what we need to do? We need to get inside NTSB warehouse check out the wreckage." You suggested and both the boys stopped to look at you.

"Okay, but if we're gonna go that route, we'd better look the part." Sam said.

"If your suggestion requires me to wear a skirt, it's not gonna happen." You stated coldly.

"We'll get you a pantsuit, don't worry." Sam wrapped an arm around my shoulder and led you toward the car.

Dean drove to the nearest shop that rented suits, which was apparently know as 'Mort's for style.' 'what a weird name.' you thought.

The man inside took your measures and went inside to look for suits which could fit the three of you. Sam and Dean were already dressed in there suits, 'these Winchesters have some good genes' you thought checking out the brothers.

When you looked at Dean again you heart jumped to your throat. "Damn he looks like a snacc" you muttered under your breath and realized how sleazy it sounded.

"Here, it was really hard to find a suit to fit your feminine figure but after a lot of searching, I found this." He said and handed you a suit bag. "Go try it on." He smiled at you and you walked inside the trial room.

Ones you tried it on you were in love with it. The suit looked a lot more feminine than you thought it would. The fabric was lovely and you looked so cool in it. You put on your boots again and walked out of the trial room. The grin didn't leave your face. You guys quickly paid and walked out of the store.

"Man, I look like one of 'the blues brothers'." Dean complained.

"No you don't, you look like a seventh grader at his first dance." Sam said making you chuckle

Dean glared at his brother before saying "I hate this thing."

"Hey you want into that warehouse or not?" You asked and Dean got inside the car without another word.

"I feel like I'm one of the men in black. It's so cool." You gushed and got inside the car as well.

Dean pulled up in front of the NTSB warehouse and he took the lead as you guys walked inside you guys walked confidently up to the desk and flashed your badges. The security guard's eyes fixated on you as he was questioning your age but he let you in anyway. They buzzed the doors and let you in on the wreckage.

You saw as Dean took out a device from his pocket and stuck the car buds in his ear which made you raise an eyebrow.

"What is that?" Sam asked wording out the question you had in mind although you had an idea of what it was.

"It's an EMF meter. It reads electromagnetic frequencies."

"Yeah, we know what an EMF meter is but why does that one look like a busted-up Walkman?" Sam said.

" 'cause that's what I made it out of. It's home made." Dean stated proudly

"Yeah, I can see that." Sam said and the proud smile was immediately gone from Dean's face. You have to say though, intelligence was always something that turned you on.

Dean ran the EMF meter through the parts of the plane. You were walking beside him checking out the wreckage as well. The EMF started going crazy once he ran it over a broken door handle.

"Check out the emergency door handle." There was a yellow powdery stuff stuck on it. Dean scratched it with his fingernail before saying. "What is that stuff."

"Sulphur." You said and the boys looked at you with raised eyebrow. "What? I was a science student, I'm not sure though."

"Well, there's only one way to be sure." Sam said before taking out a knife and scraping it in a small forensic bag. Dean went to wipe his hand on your jacket but you glared at him so he wiped it on Sam's instead.

You heard multiple footsteps running toward the wreckage and you look at the boys and it seemed they heard it too.

"Looks like our partners are here." You ran out of the exit just as those people entered the hall. You peeked from behind the wall to see it was clear and then started walking toward the gate.

When you heard the alarm went off you quickly started running. It was too high for you, before you could say anything a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and helped you up,  you looked down at Dean before latching on the locked gate and jumping on the other side.

"Wow, I could never do that in a skirt." You commented as the three of you ran to the Impala.

Dean immediately drove off to Jerry's office and gave him the powder you collected from the door handle. He put it under a microscope and started analyzing it. "Alex was right, this stuff is covered in sulfur." Jerry said and Dean turned to you with a proud smile on his face.

"You're sure?" You asked

"Take a look yourself." He said and you heard a man outside yelling and pounding at something. "If you fellas will excuse me I have an idiot to fire."

Dean walked over to where Jerry stood and took a look through the microscope. "Hmmm. There's not too many things that leave behind a sulphuric residue." Dean stated.

"Demonic possession?" You said.

"It'd explain how a mortal man would've the strength to open up an emergency hatch." Dean said.

"If the guy was possessed, it's possible." Said Sam.

"This goes way beyond floating over a bed or barfing pea soup. I mean it's one thing to possess a person but use them to take down an entire airplane?"

"You guys ever heard of something like this before." You asked looking at the boys

"Never." Dean replied and Sam shook his head.

You guys went back to the motel and pulled out every books and articles you had on demons. You and Dean were sitting side by side going through books while Sam was surfing through the internet.

Your thighs brushed together both of you could easily scoot away from each other but you didn't. You felt him sliding even closer to you, as if that was even possible. You snapped out of your thoughts when Sam started talking.

"So, every religion in every world culture has the concept of demons and demonic possession, right? I mean Christian, native American, Hindu, you name it."

"Yeah, but none of them describe anything like this." Dean said resting his hand on your knee.

"Well, that's not exactly true. According to Japanese beliefs, certain demons are behind certain disasters, both natural and man-made. One causes earthquakes,  another causes disease. And this one causes plane crashes."  When you finished once again the boys were looking at you with raised eyebrow.

"Ok I know I said I was a science student but I used to spend a lot of time with Bobby's books...........I didn't really have any friends." You said playing with your hair embarrassingly.

"Wow, you're a bigger nerd than Sam which I thought was impossible." Dean said getting up from the bed. "Ok, alright so what? We have a demon that's evolved with the times and found a way to ratchet up the body count?"

"Yeah and you know, who knows how many planes it's brought down before this one?" Sam said and Dean let out a laugh. "What?"

"I don't know, guys. This isn't our normal gig. I mean, demons, they don't want anything just death and destruction for it's own sake. This is big. I wish dad was here." Dean said scratching the back of his head. 

"Yeah, me too." Sam replied and before you could say anything Dean's phone started ringing and he picked it up. "Hello?"  "Hi Jerry. Wha....Jerry, I'm sorry. What happened?.....where'd this happened?.... I'll try to ignore the irony in that... nothing Jerry, hang in there, alright? We'll catch up with you soon." Dean said before hanging up.

"Another crash?" You asked.

"Yeah, let's go."

"Where?" Asked Sam.

"Nazareth."

When you guys pulled into Nazareth you saw black smoke coming out from the wreckage. Jerry was already there, collecting any evidence he could take from the plane crash. You guys followed him back to his office and he put a slide under the microscope before examining it. "more sulfur?" Dean asked, Jerry nodded.  "Well, that's great. Alright, so that's two plane crashes involving Chuck Lambert. This demon sounds like it was after him."

"With all due respect to Chuck if that's the case, that would be the good news." Said Sam.

"What's the bad news?" Dean asked.

"Chuck's plane went down exactly 40 minutes into the flight. And get this, so did flight 2485." Sam said.

"40 minutes? What does that mean?" Jerry asked and you opened you mouth to answer him but Dean beat you to it and you have to say you were pretty impressed.

"It's biblical numerology. You know, Noah's ark, it rained for 40 days. The number means death." Dean explained to the completely clueless man standing on his right.

"I went back and there have been six plane crashes over the last decade that all went down exactly 40 minutes in" Sam said, you couldn't help but ask if there were any survivors and he said no.

"Not until now, at least not until flight 2485, for some reason." He said.

"On the cockpit voice recorder remember what the EVP said? No survivors, but there were seven survivors, so this demon or whatever, it's going after the survivors." You explained looking between all three men in the room.

"It's trying to finish the job." Said Dean , nodding his head.

You were sitting in the Impala using your skills to make phone calls to the survivors to find out if they had plans to fly again.

"Really? Well, thank you for taking our survey and if you do plan to fly please don't forget your friends at United Britannia Airlines. Thanks." You said in a extra sweet, high pitched, accented voice. The boys in the front seat cracked up as soon as you hung up the phone.

"You didn't really have to do the accent, you know?" Said Sam.

"Yeah I know but where's the fun in that. Ah well that takes care of Blaine Sanderson and Dennis Holloway. They're not flying anytime soon." You said and crossed off the names on the list.

"So our only wildcard is the flight attendant Amanda Walker." Said Dean as he drove toward the airport.

"Right, her sister Karen said her flight leaves Indianapolis at 8:00 pm. It's her first night back in the job." Sam said.

"Ah that sounds like just our luck." Dean commented sarcastically.

"Dean, this is a five hour drive, man, even with you behind the wheel." Sam said.

"Why don't you call Amanda again, see if we can't head her off at the pass."

"I already left her three voice messages. She must have turned her cellphone off. God, we're never gonna make it." Sam complained.

"Oh we'll make it." You mumbled before jumping over the seat and sliding down on the front seat.

"What the hell are you doing?" Dean almost yelled.

"Dean, why don't you let me drive for a while." You asked sweetly.

"Yeah that's not gonna happen."

"Dean, trust me, I can take us there, an hour top." You said making his eyes widen.

"No way in hell you're doing that to my baby." He almost yelled again.

"Dean, it's time you trust me with your baby, if there's anything I can do better than killing monster and seducing men, this is it." You said.

"Dean give her the wheel." Sam backed you up and you smiled at him.

"Fine but I'm not sitting in the back." He huffed pulling the car to a side and getting out and Sam got to the back. As soon as you touched the steering wheel your insides melted. "God I miss my cherry." You whispered remembering your car as both the boys took their seats and fastened their seat belts.

"Ok, boys, sit tight, we are going for a joyride." You said with a grin and pushed the gas pedal reaching the top speed.

Like you promised, you got there in an hour, well 12 minutes more than an hour and you still had half an hour left. When the boys got out of the car, they looked like they were about to throw up.

"You are never driving ever again." Dean said and snatched away the car keys.

"Alex, we don't have extra lives on us, you know that right?" Sam commented.

All of you rushed inside looking for the departure board. "Right there. They're boarding in 30 minutes." Sam said.

"Okay. We still have some cards to play. We need to find a phone." Dean says looking around with a nervous look ok he face. You found a courtesy telephone and Dean picked it up immediately. "Hi, gate 13...I'm trying to contact an Amanda walker. She's a flight attendant on the flight, um... Flight 424." He said.

You and Sam leaned into Dean to hear what was going on the other side. "This is Amanda Walker." Came a girl's voice from the other side.

"Ms. Walker. Hi, this is Dr. James. Headfield from St. Francis memorial hospital. We have a Karen walker here." He lied through his teeth. "Nothing serious just a minor car accident but she was injured, so.."

"Wait, that's impossible. I just got off the phone with her."

"You what?" Dean asked and you backed away rolling your eyes. "Oh, well...there must be some mistake."

"Guilty as charged." He said after a few seconds  letting out a fake chuckle. "He's really sorry." He said making you frown. "Yes, but he really needs to see you tonight, so... Don't be like that. Come on, the guy's a mess. Really, it's pathetic......oh yeah. No. No, wait Amanda, Amanda!" Dean yelled and then slammed the phone down.

"Damn it, so close." Dean said pacing around.

"Alright, it's time for plan B. We're getting on that plane." You said not realizing that you never even had a plan b.

"Now, just hold on a second." Dean protested.

"Dean, she's right, that plane is leaving with over 100 passengers on board and if we're right, that plane is gonna crash." Sam explained to his brother.

"I know."

"Well, okay. Then we're getting on the plane, we need to find the demon and exorcise it. Now, we'll get the tickets you get whatever you can out of the car, whatever that'll make it through the security, meet us back here in five minutes." Sam said but Dean didn't move an inch. He looked terrified.

"Are you okay?" You asked and he shrugged. "No. Not really." He squeaked out.

"What? What's wrong?" Sam asked with a frown.

"Well, I kind of have this problem with, uh.."

"Flying?" You completed his sentence.

"It's never really been an issue untill now." His voice was smaller than ever.

"You're joking right?" Sam exclaimed.

"Do I look like I'm joking? Why do you think I drive everywhere, Sam?"

"Alright uh, she and I'll go." Sam said and you nodded along.

"What?"

"We'll do this one on our own." You said

"What are you, nuts? The plane is gonna crash. You said it yourself."

"Dean look, either you can come with us or we can do this on our own. I'm not seeing a third option here."

"Come on really?......man."

"You know what? Why don't you get the tickets, I'll stay with Dean." He nodded and went away and you turned toward the older Winchester. "You stay right here. I'll go grab the things." You commanded and took the keys from him before going back to the Impala. You gathered the things in a small duffle bag and went back inside to see Dean standing right where you left him, completely pale and slightly shaking.

You walked up to him, his eyes never left yours. "Dean, I need you to focus, buddy. Everything's gonna be alright, ok." You said grabbing both of his hands and he gave you a little nod.

"Now breath with me, slowly, breath in....breath out." You instructed and he tried his best to follow you and breath with you. "very good, now do it again. Breath in.....breath out."

'this is gonna be a hell of a flight...... Literally.'

*******

Part 3

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Dean Winchester x Named Reader (eventually)

Series Warning: language violence, angst, fluff, sexual content, Gore, molestation, mention of sexual harassment, usual supernatural violence. (If you’re triggered by any of these then please don’t read)

(A/n- I had to give the reader a name, there’s reason behind it but you can change it if you want. I changed some of the plot and some of the scenes but mostly it’s the same. I do not own the supernatural series but there are some things that are completely my imagination, it has nothing to do with the actual mythology or the series)

Phantom Traveler part 3

Season One. Episode Five.

Bloody Mary (Part 1)

"You, you killed your mother. It was you that should have died, not her." His drunk sickening face taunted you, well a lot younger version of you. You couldn't move at all, it was like you were pinned to the wall. You were shaking , trembling, crying, you knew what was coming next. You didn't want to be hurt again so you kept begging him to stop. But it felt like your throat was clogged, you couldn't say anything. The next thing you know a bottle was flying towards you and smashed right beside your face, you felt the pieces of glass getting stuck in your skin.

Now he was walking toward you slowly, he fling his hand forward to grab you but you yelled 'NO'. The next thing you see was him dead on the floor. Blood everywhere, you looked down at your hands, they were covered in blood. His blood.

"Sweetie, what did you do?" A soft voice came and you turned around to see your mother dressed in an attire you saw her last in, a faded white sleeping gown. "You killed him. You're not my daughter, you killed him. They were right, you're a monster. I gave birth to a monster."

"No, mama." You pleaded in a little voice. "I am not a monster."

You were woken up by Dean's voice yelling at his brother to wake up. You looked at the  passenger seat as Sam woke up gasping. You were still panting and sweating from the nightmare. You quickly pulled up your sleeve and wiped your face before the either one could notice.

"What happened?" You asked, trying not to sound too panicked.

"I was having a nightmare again?" Sam replied honestly, but it sounded more like a question for Dean.

"Yeah, another one." He replied.

"Hey, at least I got some sleep." Sam joked which you did not find funny at all, but it made you scoff anyway. "What about you?" He asked  turning the conversation to you.

"Slept like a baby." You lied through your teeth. Even if they knew you were lying, they didn't question it and respected your privacy which you appreciated.

"You know sooner or later, we're gonna have to talk about this." Dean said diverting the conversation back to this brother.

"Are we here?" Sam asked ignoring Dean's words.

"Yeah, welcome to Toledo, Ohio." Dean replied making you groan. You grabbed the newspaper you were reading about the case before you fell asleep, looking at the circled articles, you asked.

"So what do you guys think really happened to this guy?" You asked the brothers.

"That's what we're gonna find out." Dean replied. The three of you got out of the car and started walking toward the morgue. The hospital was weirdly quiet, it's not like there's always noises in hospitals but it was just creepily quiet.

You looked the desk of the doctor but there was no one, just an open book. But you really didn't blame him, mean who wants to sit in a room surrounded by dead people 24/7. The nameplate on the desk said Dr. D. FEIKLOWICZ.

The coroner was there though and when he saw the 3 of you he looked up from his book and said 'Hey'. 'Hey' you greeted back cheerfully, knowing already it was time for you to use your charms, that is if it's necessary. "Can I help you guys?" He asked, eyes lingering at you for a few seconds.

"Yeah, we're the med students." Dean said and he looked at the 3 of you confusingly before saying "sorry?"

"Oh, Dr. Feiklowicz didn't tell you?" You asked like you were the most innocent creature on planet.

"We talked to him on the phone. We're from Ohio state. He's supposed to show us the shoemaker corpse. It's for a paper." Dean said backing up your story.

"I'm sorry. He's at lunch." He said.

"Oh, he said, oh, well, you know, it doesn't matter. You don't mind just showing us the body do you?" You asked with a sweet smile and leaned forward, he hesitated before answering. "Sorry, I can't. Doc will be back in an hour. You can wait for him if you want."

"An hour? Ooh, we gotta be heading back to Columbus." Dean said looking at you and Sam and you nodded with a pout. And Sam replied with an 'yeah'. "Look man. This paper is half our grade, so if you don't mind helping us-" Dean continued only to be stopped by the coroner. You knew he started growing annoyed as Dean started talking to him 'stead of you. "Oh, look, man....No." He said.

"I'm gonna hit him in his face, I swear." You heard Dean say, you turned around and gave them both a 'Let me handle this' look. They knew what you were about to do and you knew they hated it just as much as you do. You turned back around with a sweet smile, you leaned down making sure he got a clear view of your assets, you smiled at him even though it made you sick to the stomach.

"Look, what was your name again?"

"Ralph." He answered.

"Ralph. Wow, that's such a strong name, kind of like you." You said making him giggle and you could literally see the blush even on his bald head. "So Ralph, you have to understand, ok. This paper is really important for us, I can not afford to fail it. I mean eventually I have to come work at this hospital--"

"Really?"

"Yeah, but I can't do that if I fail this paper. I really need your help, would you really let me fail, Ralph?" You pouted and his eyes traveled up from your chest to your lips.

"Follow me." He said after a few secs getting up. You turned around with a victory smile only to see Sam and Dean glaring at his bald head. If glaring could kill he would already be dead a few times.

"For a record I really don't like you doing that." Dean said. "Yeah me too." Sam agreed as the 3 of you followed Ralph into the morgue.

"The newspaper said his daughter found him. She said his eyes were bleeding." Sam said.

"More than that. They practically liquefied." Ralph corrected Sam as he pulled off the cover from Steven shoemaker body. You scrunched your nose at the site of the body, god you are never gonna get used to it.

"Any sign of struggle, maybe somebody did it to him?" You asked.

"Nope. Besides the daughter, he was all alone." He replied.

"What's the official cause of death?" It was Dean's turn to ask a question.

"Uh, doc's not sure, he's thinking massive stroke, maybe aneurysm. Something burst up in there, that's for sure." Ralph, said. 

"What do you mean?" Sammy asked.

"Intense cerebral bleeding. This guy had more blood in his skull than anyone I've ever seen."

"But the eyes. What'd cause something like that?" Sam asked which you know the answer to but you were also sure it wasn't what happened, its never regular science, its always freaky ghosty stuff.

"Capillaries can burst, see a lot of bloodshot eyes with stroke victim." Ralph said, trying to sound smart in front if you.

"Yeah? You ever see exploding eyeballs?"  Dean asked.

"That's a first for me. But, hey, I'm not the doctor."

"Hey you think we could take a look at that police report? You know, for our paper?" Dean said.

"I'm not really suppose to show you that." He said.

"Ralph." You said with a pout and that was all it took for him to give you guys a copy of the police report.....Well that AND your number. Bobby's number to be honest but it's not like you're gonna meet him again.

"Might not be one of ours. Might be some freak medical thing." Sam said and you rolled your eyes at his naiveness, like it has ever been some freak medical thing in your entire lives.

"How many times in dad's long and varied career has it actually been a freak medical thing and not some sign of an awful supernatural death?" Dean asked as you guys made your way downstairs.

"Uh, almost never?"

"Exactly."

"Alright let's go talk to the daughter." You said as you guys entered the car. Dean started toward the shoemaker house where the funeral was held.

"By the way, did you really give him your number?" Sam asked and scrunched up  his nose.

"What? No, are you crazy? That was Bobby's number. And trust me, Bobby doesn't like when guys call him for me." You said making both the boys laugh.

"Uncle Fester's in for a surprise." Dean said, this time making you laugh. You know Bobby's gonna chew your head of for giving a guy his number, again. Yes, you've done it before, but you know that he would rather you give them his number than your's.

By the time Dean pulled up in front of the shoemaker, the funeral was already going on. There was a picture of Steven shoemaker on a table right when you walked in. The ceremony looked a little fancier than your liking.

"Feel like we are underdressed." Dean said while looking around. "Not me. Speak for yourself." You said and and Sam looked at your clothing only to realise you were wearing all black. From your tank top, to your Jeans to your shoes to your Jacket, everything was black.

You guys walked further inside the house and asked an elderly man for Donna shoemaker. He took you to the backyard if the house and pointed at 4 girls sitting. You walked up to them and you saw the blonde girl looking at Dean like he was a piece of meat and it made you glare at her.

"You must be Donna, right?" Dean asked one of the girls with short brown hair. "Yeah." She replied.

"Hi, uh, we're really sorry." You said awkwardly with a smile.

"I'm Sam. This is Dean, Alex. We worked with your dad." Sam said and you realised you had no idea what the fuck Steven shoemaker did.

"You did?" She asked in a surprising tone.

"Yeah, this whole thing.......I mean, a stroke."

"I don't think she really wants to talk about this right now." The less blonde girl, who was sitting beside Donna said "it's okay. I'm okay." Donna replied.

"Were there any symptoms? Dizziness? Migraines?" You asked jumping in on conversation. "No." Replied Donna.

"That's because it wasn't a stroke." a young girl turned toward Donna and said. she didn't look only older than thirteen. "Lilly don't say that." Donna said and you realised it was her younger sister, lily shoemaker.

"What?" Sam asked.

"I'm sorry. She's just upset." Donna apologised on behalf of her sister. "No it happened because of me." Lily said. "Sweetie it didn't."

"Lily why would you say something like that." Sam said as he knelt down beside her.

"Right before he died I said it."

"You said what?" Sam asked softly.

"Bloody Mary, 3 times in the bathroom mirror..... She took his eyes that's what she does." Her confession made you and Dean raise your eyebrows.

"That's not why dad died. This isn't your fault." Donna tried to convince her sister like any sane person.

"I think your sister's right, Lily."  You said.

"There's no way it could have been bloody Mary. And your dad didn't say it did he?"

"No I don't think so."

You walked back inside the house and somehow managed to sneak upstairs. You opened a door to realise it was the bathroom where Steven died. There was still some dried blood left on the floor.

"The bloody Mary legend. Dad ever find any evidence that it was a real thing." Sam said, already he was talking to Dean.

"Not that I know off." Dean replied walking further I side the bathroom.

"I mean... Everywhere else, all over the country  kids play Bloody Mary. And as far as we know nobody dies from it."

"Maybe everywhere it's just a story but here it's actually happening." Dean and Sam converse as you stayed silent.

"The place where the legend began?" Sam asked and you opened up a cabinet where the mirror was. "But according to the legend, the person who says..." Sam stopped when he saw the mirror right in front of his face. He closed the cabinet making you pour at him. "The person who says you know what, gets it. But here--"

"Shoemaker gets it instead." You completed his sentence, breaking your silence. "Right."

"Never heard anything like that before. Still, the guy did die right in front of the mirror. And the daughter's right. I mean, the way that the legend goes, you know who, scratches your eyes out." Dean said.

"Now what? We can't take her name, what is she? Lord voldemort?" You scoffed at your own joke.

"It's worth checking into." Sam said and right then you heard clicking of heels against the floor. Before you could sneak out of there the less blond girl from before walked inside 'what was her name again?'

"What are you doing up here?" She asked as she looked at the brothers and then at you.

"Who are you?" She asked straight forward.

"Like we said downstairs, we-we worked for Donna's dad." Dean replied.

"He was a day trader or something. He worked by himself."

"No, I know, i-i  meant--"

"And all those weird question downstairs.. what was that? So you tell me what's going on or I start screaming." She said and you felt this sudden urge to punch her in the face and break her teeth.

You crossed your arms across your chest with a challenging look on your face. You were about to make a snarky comment but Sam stopped you and Dean was already holding you back knowing it he doesn't you'd actually punch her.

"Alright, alright." Sam said, giving you a look. "We think something happened to Donna's dad."

"Yeah, a stroke." She replied sassily but you could see that she was afraid of you.

"That's not the sign of a typical stroke. We think it was something else." Sam explained to her.

"Like what?"

"Honestly. We don't know yet. But we don't want it to happen to anyone else. That's the truth."

"So, if you're gonna scream go right ahead."  You said knowing she wouldn't dare.

"Who are you? Cops?" She asked and you looked at the boys.

"Something like that."

"I'll tell you what, here if you think of anything, you or your friends notice anything strange, out of the ordinary, just give us a call." Sam wrote down his number on a piece of paper and handed it to her. After that the 3 of you left the shoemaker's house.

"Alright. Say Bloody Mary really is haunting this town there's gonna be some sort of proof right? A local woman who died nasty." Dean said as you guys walked into the library and looked around the stacks of books.

"Yeah, but a legend this widespread, it's hard. I mean, there's like 50 versions of who she actually is. One story says she's a witch another says she's a mutilated bride. There's a lot more." You said as you walked further inside.

"Ok so what are we supposed to be looking for?" Dean asked and this time sam was the one who answered "well, every version's got things in common. It's always a woman named Mary. She always dies right in front of a mirror. So we gotta search local newspapers, public records as far back as they go, see if we can find a Mary who fits the bill."  Sam said making you groan.

"Well that sounds annoying." You said and Dean nodded in agreement. "No, it won't be so bad and it won't be bad at all for you, you love reading, as long as we...." He stopped mid sentence when he saw all the computer in the library were out of order. It made you groan even louder. Sam scoffed and said. "I take it back, this will be very annoying."

When you guys got back from the library Sam fell asleep after a bit of research, and like the really good people the two of you are, you let him. You and Dean were on research duty, which usually excites you but not when you go at it for hours and find nothing.

"I can't find shit!" You suddenly exclaim out loud making Dean jump and he glared at you. "Sorry." You apologized before shutting your book and putting it aside. You got up and walked toward him. "You found anything?" you asked, sitting beside the older Winchester, his eyes never left you.

"Nothing." He replied softly. You put your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes for a second, but opening them back again before his face could come and haunt you. "I'm tired." You said softly. The longest you slept this whole week was for an hour and you knew that Dean was aware of that.

"Take a nap ." He suggested and pressed his nose against your hair, sniffing them slightly.

"I can't." 'i can't, because every time I close my eyes I see him.' you didn't dare to say it though.

"Why?" He asked with a frown.

"Because, I can't just leave you alone here for researching can I? You'll go crazy." You said, it wasn't  a complete lie though. You knew the only reason Dean Winchester was sitting silently doing his research was that you were with him, otherwise he would go crazy, surrounded by so many books  alone. Before he could fire back any remark Sam woke up with a loud gasp, taking you by surprise.

"Why'd you let me fall asleep?" Sam asked in a gruff voice.

"Because I'm an awesome brother." Dean said and you have to say you have no doubt about it. "so what did you dream about?" Dean asked.

"Lollipops and candy canes." He replied in a monotone.

"And unicorns?" You asked in hopes of lightening mood a bit, they both let out a small chuckle.

"And Unicorns.... Anyway you guys find anything?"

"Beside a whole new level of frustration? Nothing." You said with a groan.

"We looked at everything. A few local women, a Laura and a Catherine committed suicide in front of a mirror and a giant mirror fell on a guy named Dave but uh...No Mary." Dean said referring to the newspaper arrivals you showed him at least half an hour ago.

"Maybe we just haven't found it yet." Sam said

"I've also been searching for strange deaths in the area you know, eyeball bleeding, that sort of thing, but there's nothing. Whatever's happening here maybe just ain't Mary." Dean said and as he finished Sam's phone started ringing.

"Hello." Sam said as he picked up the phone "Charlie?"

*******

Part 2

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Supernatural Series Rewrite

Supernatural Rewrites Masterlist

Dean Winchester x named reader

Series Warning: language violence, angst, fluff, sexual content, Gore, molestation, mention of sexual harassment, usual supernatural violence. (If you’re triggered by any of these then please don’t read)

(A/n- I had to give the reader a name, there’s reason behind it but you can change it if you want. I changed some of the plot and some of the scenes but mostly it’s the same. I do not own the supernatural series but there are some things that are completely my imagination, it has nothing to do with the actual mythology or the series)

Bloody Mary (part 3)

Season One. Episode Six.

Skin (Part 1)

Dean pulled up to an crappy gas station and turned off the engine. "Alright, I figured we'd hit Tucumcari by lunch. Then head south, hit Bisbee by midnight." He started telling the plan for the week now that you guys don't have any case. "Sam wears woman's underwear." Dean continues when he noticed that Sam wasn't paying attention, this made you chuckle.

"I've been listening, I'm just busy." Sam replied while doing something on his palm pilot.

"Busy doing what?" Dean asked as he got out of the car and you did the same to stretch your legs out. You've been sitting in that back seat for an awful long time. "Reading emails." Sam replied. "emails from who?" Dean asked as he walked around the car to the other side. "from my friends at Stanford." he said and you rolled your eyes. Of course he had friends in Stanford other than Jessica, he wasn't a freak like you.

"You kidding? You still keep in touch with your college buddies?" Dean scoffed and started filling gas in the car.

"why not?" Sam asked.

"Well..... What exactly do you tell 'em? You know, about where you've been, what you been doing?" He asked leaning against the car beside you and looking at Sam through the window.

"I tell 'em I'm on a road trip with my big brother and Alex. I tell 'em I needed some time off after Jess."

"well, so you lie to them." Dean commented.

"No. I just don't tell them everything."

"yeah. Th-that's called lying, Sam." you chipped in. "Hey, I get it. Telling them the truth is far worse." said Dean.

"So what am I supposed to do? Just cut everybody out of my life?" Sam asked and Dean shrugged. "you're serious?"

"Look, it sucks. But a job like this, you can't get close to people, period." Dean said.

"you're kind of antisocial. You know that?"

"Dean's kinda right, Sam. I mean, look at me, I don't talk to anyone from college." you said.

"That's because you didn't have any friends in college beside Jessica." he said making you gasp slightly.

"That's so not true. I had friends." you made a weak attempt at defending yourself.

"oh really, name one of your 'friends'." he said giving you a challenging look. You looked at Dean who was looking at you with an raised eyebrow.

"There was..... Umm... There was that guy, in the Halloween party. Oh and there was Toby."

"what? Toby wasn't your friend, you broke his face." he scoffed.

"ya, because I considered him a really close friend."

"oh yeah?...what was his full name?"

"ummm.... Maguire?" you asked making both of them laugh. "yeah whatever. I didn't have any friends. You were the cool guy." you said crossing your arms over your chest and rolling your eyes.

Dean wrapped his one arm around you when he saw Sam wasn't noticing. "Don't listen to him, you're awesome and anyone would die to have a friend like you." He whispered making you chuckle. "I know." you whispered back. You grabbed his collar and pulled him down for a kiss but before his lips could meet yours you heard Sam gasp "God."

"what?" Dean asked leaning down to his window you rolled your eyes and muttered "Cockblocker."

You have no idea what you and Dean actually are, but you guys have been doing weird couply things for a week now, like holding hands under the table, sneaking kisses when Sam doesn't look, But you haven't gone farther than those kisses. Everytime you guys try to make out something interrupts, and that 'something' is mostly the younger Winchester.

"uh, this email from this girl, Rebecca, one of those friends of mine." Sam said.

"is she hot?" Dean asked and you hit him from the behind.

"I went to school with her and her brother Zach. She says Zach's been charged with murder. He's been arrested for killing his girlfriend. Rebecca says he didn't do it. But sounds like the cops have a pretty good case." Sam explained and you leaned down beside Dean to listen closely.

"Dude, what kind of people are you hanging out with? "

"No, man. I know Zach. He's no killer."

"Well, maybe you know Zach as well as he knows you." you said standing up straight.

"They're in St. Louis. We're going." Sam said making your eyes wide a little.

"Look, I'm sorry about your buddy but this does not sound like our kind of problem." Dean said with a slight chuckle.

"it is our problem. They're my friends." Sam argued.

"St. Louis is 400 miles behind us, Sam." Dean said.

"He's right, Dean. We could at least check it out." you said and he turned around with a raised eyebrow. "come on. I would hate it if there's any chance that we can help and we don't." you said giving him the puppy eyes. He sighed and said "Fine, get in." before getting in the driver seat and slamming the door.

Dean turned the so fast that you almost fell off the back seat. "Jeez." you said. Six hours of ride and Dean kept glaring at you through the rear view mirror.

Dean finally pulled up in front of the address. It was a nice little house. You guys walked up to the front porch and Sam knocked on the door. A blond girl opened up and you squinted your eyes trying to remember her.

She looked a little enthusiastic when she saw Sam. "oh my god, Sam."

"well, if it isn't little Becky." Sam said. You looked up at Dean and saw he couldn't take his eyes off of 'little Becky.'

"you know what you can do with that 'little Becky' crap." She said and pulled Sam in for a hug. Although as soon as her eyes fell on you her smile faded, turning into a fake one clearly filled with disgust.

"Alex. You're here too." She said pulling away from Sam.

"yeah. And you know me." you gave her a even faker smile than hers.

"oh we met at the fresher's party. Remember?" She said and you faked remembering it.

"oh yeah, I do." you quickly turned to Dean and mouthed "I don't." It was getting a little awkward between the two of you so Sam spoke up. "I got your email."

"I didn't think that you would come here."

"Dean, older brother." Dean said introducing himself. "Hi." She said.

"we are here to help. Whatever we can do." Sam said. "come in." She stepped aside and letting you guys in.

"Nice place." Dean commented as you guys got further inside.

"It's my parent's. I was just crashing here for the weekend when everything happened. I decided to take the semester off. I'm gonna stay until Zach's free. She said as she led you guys inside.

"where are your folks? " Sam asked.

"They live in Paris for half the year. So they are on their way home now for the trial." She said as you guys stopped at the living area.

"You guys want a beer?" before anyone could say anything she said again. "oh, sorry. I forgot you're under aged." She said looking at you. "I still have no idea how you got into Stanford." she clearly hated you and you had no idea why. "No we're fine." Sam chipped in once more to save everyone from the awkwardness. "so tell us what happened?"

"well, um, Zach, he came home and he found Emily tied to a chair. And she was beaten up and bloody and she wasn't breathing and so he- he called 911. And the police, they showed up and arrested him. But the thing is the only way that Zach could have killed Emily is if he was in two places at the same time. The police they have a video. Its from the security tape from across the street. And it shows Zach coming home at 10:30. Now, Emily was killed just after that. But I swear, he was here with me having a few beers at least after mid night." Rebecca explained the whole situation to the three of you.

"You know, maybe we could see the crime scene, Zach's house." Sam said. "we could?" you asked raising an eyebrow.

"Why? I mean what could you do?" Rebecca asked Sam.

"well, me, not so much but Dean's a cop." Sam said making you chuckle slightly.

"A detective actually." Dean corrected, obviously trying to impress the blonde.

"Really? Where?" She asked.

"Bisbee, Arizona. But I'm off duty now." Dean said.

"you guys, it's so nice to offer, but I just, I don't know." Rebecca said looking unsure about the whole situation.

"Beck, look. I know Zach didn't do this. Now we have to find a way to prove that he's innocent." Sam said softly trying to convince her.

"okay, I'm gonna go get the key." Rebecca said walking away to get the keys.

Dean walked around Sam to where Rebecca was standing before, whistling. "oh, yeah man. You're a real straight shooter with your friends." Dean said making you roll your eyes. If you didn't hate her enough, you sure do now.

"Look Zach and Becky need our help-" Sam started but Dean cut him off.

"I just don't think this is our kind of problem." Dean said.

"No I think it is. I mean the guy was 2 places at once? We've looked into less." you said, finally making the older Winchester see the point.

Dean stopped the car in front of Zach's house. "you're sure this is okay?" Rebecca asked as the four of you got out of the car. "ya, I'm an officer of the law." Dean said as you ducked under the yellow tape and got inside Zach's house followed by Sam. "Beck, you wanna wait outside?" Sam asked when he saw Rebecca hesitating to come in. "No, I wanna help." She said and got inside as well. There was blood splattered everywhere. You saw a picture frame of Zach And who you assume, his girlfriend.

"Tell us what else the police said." you questioned forgetting for a second that she hates your guts for some reason.

"Well, that there was no sign of a break in. They say that Emily let her attacker in. And the lawyers, they're already talking about a plea bargain." She said, maybe also forgetting that she hated you. Rebecca Started sobbing again as she looked around at all the blood and you felt bad for her. "look, Beck... If Zach didn't do this it means someone else did. Any idea who? " Sam asked and she shook her head but then she seemed to o remember something. "um there was something. About a week before, someone broke in here. They stole some clothes, zach's clothes. And the police they don't think it's anything. We were not that far from downtown. I mean sometimes people just get robbed." Rebecca said as you looked around the house for any sort of evidence.

A dog started barking and it became louder as Dean opened the door and looked out through the crack. You walked over to look over his shoulder. His barking became louder as he saw you guys. "You know that used to be the sweetest dog." Rebecca said coming up to you and Dean. "What happened?" He asked. "He just changed."

"You remember when he changed?" you asked.

“I guess around the time of the murder." She answered and you rolled your eyes, as if it wasn't enough weird already. You turn and walked over to Sam who was looking at a picture of him with Rebecca and Zach over the fridge.

"So the neighbour's dog went psycho right around the time Zach's girlfriend was killed." You said informing the younger Winchester about the new information you learnt.

"Animals can have a sharp sense of paranormal." Sam replied.

"Yes, maybe Fido saw something." Dean said as he walked over to where you and his younger brother were having an conversation. You turned with the small smirk and asked, "So you think maybe this is our kind of problem?"

"Nah, Probably not, but we should look at the security tape to make sure." He replied and you and Sam shared a look. "yeah." Sam agreed with a slight smirk That matched yours.

Dean turned to talk to Rebecca as she started her way toward you three." So the tape, the, uh, security footage? Think your lawyers could get their hands on it? I don't have that kind of jurisdiction."

"I've already got it." She said and you raised an eyebrow. I didn't wanna say anything in front of the cop. I um, I stole it off the lawyer's desk. I just had to see it for myself." She added and you have to say it impressed you a little.

"Alright." Dean said and gestured for her to lead the way. You stared at the picture of Rebecca and Zach with Sam for a few seconds before following the boys out of the house.

"Here he comes." She said as all of you sat in her living room looking at the security footage that was mentioned before. Dean was sitting next to Rebecca on the sofa and you were standing next to Sam.

"22:04, that's just after 10:00. You said time of death was about 10:30." said Dean, looking at the blonde sitting beside him.

"our lawyers hired some kind of video expert. He says the tapes authentic. It wasn't tampered with." Rebecca said as you watched the tape closely. You saw as Zach, or at least who was supposed to be Zach walked around and as soon as he looked at the camera you saw a weird glow in his eyes, just for a split second. You looked at Sam to realize he noticed it too because he gave you the look that you were about to give him.

"Hey, Beck, Can we take those beers now?" Sam said turning toward the blond. "oh sure." she said walking towards kitchen. “Hey, uh, maybe sandwiches too." Sam added when he realised this might take a little more time to discuss. She laughed and said "what do you think this is, Hooters?"

Dean laughed at the terrible joke and mumbled "I wish." which made you roll your eyes. "What is it?" He asked and walked over to you and Sam.

"Check this out." Sam said rewinding the tape and then playing it on slow motion to show Dean.

"Maybe it's just a camera flare." Dean said

"That's not like any camera flare I've ever seen. You know a lot of cultures believe a photograph can catch a glimpse of soul. Remember that dog that was freaking out? Maybe he saw this thing maybe, this is some kind of dark double of Zach's something that looks like him but isn't him?" You explained your theory to the boys but more to Dean.

"Like a doppelganger?" He asked.

"yeah. That'd sure explain how he was two places at once." Sam said and with that Rebecca walked out balancing three sandwiches and two beers in both of her hands. "I didn't know if I should give you a beer in front of a cop." She said looking at you and then at Dean.

"it's ok. I wasn't really in the mood either." you said taking a bite out of the sandwich she handed you.

Dean pulled infront of a Motel and you guys walked towards the front desk. You started hoping that you guys wouldn't find two different rooms so you could get an excuse to share a bed with Dean but when the hell was your luck ever on your side, of course, there are two different rooms available.

You could always just ask him to sneak into your room But you definitely weren't going to admit it out loud to him that you wanted to share bed with him, That will only boost his ego. So without any complain you grabbed your duffel bag and took the key from Sam and made your way to room number 11. It was one in the farthest corner And you noticed there were three more rooms between yours and the boy's which made you scowl even more.

You got inside the room and locked it behind you. You quickly freshen up and changed into something comfortable, a shirt of Sam you stole a while ago and pyjama pants. Normally you would do some research instead of going to bed but today you just weren't in the mood so you got inside the sheets of the motel bed which smelled like some really rough detergent.

You didn't dare closing your eyes, already knowing what was coming for you in your dreams so you just lied there awake staring at the ceiling. After what felt like an hour but a few minutes at the same time you heard a series of soft knocking on the door of your motel room.

You huffed and got up from your bed annoyed that someone would dare to disturb you at this time. "What?" you yelled you open the door, but regretted it as soon as you a pair of green eyes staring at you innocently and not just any pair of eyes, your favourite ones.

"I'm sorry, is this a bad time?" He asked not wanting to invade your privacy.

"No, No, it's fine, get in." You quickly poked your head out and looked around to see if Sam was somewhere in sight. "so?" You said turning to look at Dean who was now standing in front of your bed.

"I was really hoping we could share a bed tonight." He confessed making a smile.

"Really? Me too." You finally admitted knowing there was no point of hiding it now.

"Then maybe we could share a bed tonight." He suggested with a shrug.

"wouldn't Sam be suspicious?" you asked taking a step closer.

"No, He'll think I'm hooking up with some girl." He said.

"Well, aren't you?" You asked taking your final step and standing right in front of him.

"Nope, you are not just 'some girl'." He answered wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you even more closer. Not just physically, the more you stared at those Apple green eyes the more you found Your soul being pulled to him and as cliche as it sounds you are practically lost in him.

That's when you realised your lips were almost touching. You made the final move pushing yourself on your tippy toes pressing your lips to his. He started kissing back immediately like he was waiting for you to do this the entire day. You both fell back on the bed the kiss not breaking even for a second.

You don't even know when you guys fell asleep in each other's arms. But what you do know is not even a single Nightmare there to come home to that night.

*******

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SUPERNATURAL MASTERLIST

a/n: i’m only on season one babes, i’ll add others as i discover them 😗

DEAN WINCHESTER

— hide n seek (dark)

summary: sam had placed you in a safe home when learning that dean had somehow gotten away. but dean promised you, a few games have to be played, and maybe you might just get away. silly you, a demon never keeps his word.

— all bets are off (ft sam winchester, dark themes/coming soon)

summary: after pissing off a powerful witch and ruining her gig, she finds herself a fun way to teach you three all a lesson, mostly you.

SAM WINCHESTER

— too sweet (dark themes)

summary: you were simply just trying to get through your day, he found himself enticed by your kindness and unwilling to let go.

— little old me?

summary: with the prospect of leaving you to find his father, sam finds himself running out of time to tell you just how much you mean to him. but do you feel the same? and who’ll confess first?

— cozy (blurb + ship)

summary: sam’s in need of a wake up call, to get up and to realise his love for you and yours of his.

— all bets are off (ft dean winchester, dark themes/coming soon)

summary: after pissing off a powerful witch and ruining her gig, she finds herself a fun way to teach you three all a lesson, mostly you.

CASTIEL

— coming soon <3

HIDE N SEEK’ / DEMON!DEAN WINCHESTER

Pairings: Demon!Dean Winchester x Fem!Hunter!Reader

Summary: Sam had placed you in a safe home when learning that Dean had somehow gotten away. But Dean promised you, a few games have to be played, and maybe you might just get away. Silly you, a Demon never keeps his word.

Warnings: Dark themes per usual, established relationship, chasing, taunting, use of force, threats & anger, hair pulling, threats, dacryphilia, sexual implications, vulgar language

Word count: 1.7K Words

A/N: Here it is! My first Supernatural fic, I’m so excited to write for these two! I'm still on season one so forgive me for any inaccuracies <3

Gif not mine, credits to the owner!

Your heart was beating erratically, and rightfully so.

The literal demon version of your own boyfriend, Dean, was currently chasing you around your place. So much for safe home.

“The more you run, the more angry I get Y/n/n.” His voice sent chills down your spine but you knew you had to keep going. You rounded the corner and grabbed the stair case banister to haul yourself upstairs. You could hear his footsteps, loud and clear.

“I gave you a chance, remember that.”

The house that was now trapping you inside, used to be your safe haven.

“Why won’t you just tell me what’s going on Sam?!” His eyes wouldn’t meet yours, the entire time he drove. Sam’s knuckles kept wrapping around the wheel, his knuckles were white and his grip unrelenting.

You’d met Dean not long ago, whilst you were still a baby hunter. Only a year had gone by since you’d lost your best friend whilst she and her boyfriend were on a hunt. It was your first time, and when you’d found out about the supernatural world. A wrong swing, a sharp knife and the dark of night caused her to pass away that night.

You were thoroughly traumatised from losing someone you were so close to, and the job wasn’t complete yet. But Jake called in reinforcements, in the form of Sam and Dean.

From then you’d continued to keep in touch with them, mostly Dean, talking to him helped you immensely when dealing with the pain of losing someone you loved. And when you’d run into them in California, and Dean asked you out, you were jumping for joy.

Within the two weeks you’d spent with them, hunting, travelling and living, you’d never felt happier. So when Dean asked you to stay with him, to be his?

You agreed with no hesitation.

But with a sick family member, you drew back. It’d been over a month and in that time you’d missed so much. So when your family got better and they all dispersed to their rightful places, you were surprised when Sam all of a sudden came to pick you up.

And you’d wound up at your safe home. With no explanation and a lack of communication, you found yourself lonely. Dean never reached out, Sam only checked in on mornings to make sure you were okay. Sam had literally taken your phone, giving you another with only his number.

Of course you’d asked questions, but you trusted Sam. So when he told you it was for the best? You’d listened. You’d wanted more information, but not like this.

The ringing of your phone had awoken you that night, you groaned as you turned over glancing at the alarm clock to your side.

3:30am.

“Sam what—,”

“Are you okay?”

You furrowed your eyebrows as you sat up in your bed, “I’m fine, what’s up?”

“You need to check the doors. The windows— god everything. You need to make sure you’re safe. Do you have access to your weapons?”

“No, I left them in my car. Most of my weapons stash is downstairs, I only have a few handguns and knifes in the bathroom. What’s wrong Sam?”

“It’s Dean, I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you Y/n. He’s not safe, he’s…” You got up from your bed, heading downstairs. You needed water if you were going to continue with this weird conversation.

You refrained from rolling your eyes, what hell is up with the dramatics? “He’s what Sam. A vampire?” You joked whilst grabbing a glass from the cupboard.

“Nope, not a vampire sweetheart.”

The glass shattered on the floor at the sound of his voice, it’d been far too long since you’d heard it.

‘Y/n? You still there?’ His voice was so close yet so far.

‘'Y/n? Is he there?" His voice was so close yet so far. Dean’s eyes were dark and black, nothing like the green you found yourself loving everyday. As if the eyes weren’t enough to tell you something was wrong, the hammer in his hand and the dark expression on his face.

Demon. 

It was the one word that seeped into your mind from Sam’s screeching through the phone. Dean’s smirk made your heart beat faster. "If I was you sweetheart, I’d get to runnin’."

So you did. 

With all the energy your drowsy body could muster, you ran past him and into the dining room before turning the corner. His taunts followed as you turned a corner, only to be met with a hard chest. “You’re making this too easy baby. How bout’ this, you hide and I seek. And if I catch you,”

You tried to pull away from him, but Dean was stronger now. “If I catch you, well you don’t wanna know.” His eyes flicked from green to black, and your heart dropped. His grip faltered and you took it as your chance to go. You ran to the back door, only to find it locked.

“Thought I told you to hide?”

“Shut up! I’m not playing!” You shouted as you ducked behind the kitchen counter, hopefully he hadn’t seen you by now.

As you peaked from behind you noticed the black boot by your foot, “You always looked best beneath me.” A wave of disgust rolled through as you grabbed onto his leg and pushed, swiping it from underneath him.

You ran back to the stairs.

“I gave you a chance, remember that.”

The words echoed through your head as you ran upstairs into your bedroom when the alarm system began blaring.

A bit late for that, you thought.

The crimson red seeped through the whole home, indicating an intruder. Shivers went up your spine at the thought of a demon chasing you, red consuming you.

You were a hunter, yes. But not emotionless, so a literal Demon chasing you through your home with the face of your boyfriend was more than enough to cloud your judgement. On one hand, all you can see is Dean. You can stare into his eyes, whether they're green or black, you can see the familiar stature that always cuddled you.

You could hear his voice, and boy was it hard to not listen.

Leaning against the door, you closed your eyes and breathed heavily in an attempt to calm yourself down. Was Sam on his way? Or were you defenceless against him?

As you calmed down, your eyes widened in terror. The bathroom door to your right was open, and led right into your room. You scrambled to your feet and rushed to the door but were knocked back down.

You were right, a Demon's much more menacing with a red glow. he was entering the bathroom with a smile on his face.

"There you are, sweetheart." He raised his arms outwards in a mock hug, those open arms were usually your safety. But now? You weren't so sure if they'd be the best place to be.

"Now I told you not to run, you can't get away. Be realistic baby." His footsteps were slow and menacing, but he hadn't entered the room yet. Your eyes flickered momentarily to the door, and an idea rushed through your mind.

Dean seemingly caught on, "Don't you dare—,"

The slamming of the door cut him off as you swiftly rose to your knees, turning the lock. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you got up with the help of your bed. "Okay, now I'm mad."

And you sure as hell were not in the mood to experience it. So you slowly tiptoed over to the bedroom door, unlocking it. The eerie silence did nothing but raise your heartbeat. Where was he?

You turned to look back at the bathroom door, you couldn't spot any shadows. Either you barricade yourself upstairs and pray for a miracle in the form of a certain Winchester, or you take your chances with the stairs and risk getting grabbed.

You had a good feeling about the stairs, and if Dean was following then you'd for sure hear him with how loud his steps were, right?

The bedroom door closed behind you as you slowly made your way to the top of the stairs. You couldn't hear anything, or see anything besides red. So you ran.

With each step your faith in getting away was renewed.

But as you made your way to the ground an arm harshly dug into your stomach as you screamed. "Told you I'd getcha." You squirmed in his grasp, clawing at the door to pull yourself away from him. "Keep moving like that and I'll crush your skull in." That got your attention, your arms dropped to your side as you stood on the ground.

"Always so good for me baby, yeah?" You shook your head as he chuckled, "You don't want to be my good girl?" His voice was hot in your ear, and his words went straight down to your--

"I'm talking to you." Dean spun you around, you were chest to chest now, his eyes bore into yours as he awaited a response. His stare was too intense so you settled for staring at the ground. He didn't like it.

His hands dug into your chin, forcing you to look up at him, "Yes or No?" Your lips inched closer to his as he grinned, "Missed me have you?" The distraction was all you needed, the hunter in you telling you to run. Dean groaned as you ran towards the door having swiftly kneed him in the groin.

As your hands fumbled with the latch, a hand twisted around your hair before yanking you back, "You bitch, you think you're slick?" You cried out as he climbed ontop of you, his eyes flashed back to black as a scowl overcame his face.

His hold never relented as he dragged you upstairs, “Please Dean!” Despite your pleading he continued to walk, your pleas seemingly driving him. “You want to be a bitch? I’ll treat you like one.” You wheezed as you made impact with bed, courtesy of Dean’s harsh push.

You turned over, trying to crawl away as his hand wrapped around your ankle, “Stop!” His chuckle was deep and his hand bruised you. You couldn’t help the tears that ran down your face, this wasn’t your Dean.

“Fuck you look pretty when you cry. Y’know, I’ve missed this.” His hands ran down your stomach, and back up your chest as you attempted to shimmy away. A hand wrapped around your hip, digging in to hold you down.

“Missed these tits too.”

Your eyes widened as his hand unbuckled his belt.

“We’ve got time to spare, right?”

LITTLE OLD ME? / SAM WINCHESTER

PAIRINGS: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: With the prospect of leaving you to find his father, Sam finds himself running out of time to tell you just how much you mean to him. But do you feel the same? And who’ll confess first?

WORDCOUNT: 2.6K Words

WARNINGS: Pining, jealousy, clueless Sam, teasing, confessions, angst, fluff, kisses, dual pov, arguments, THESE KIDS ARE CLUELESS!!! Lazy writing from me so I used the script

A/N: Set in season one! He’s too cute, he’s so cute I might just faint 😫 I’ll have some dark Sam soon don’t worry I always balance the scales 😋 Me… writing fluff?? unheard of! No Jess slander here too she’s your friend :P italics = flashbacks/thoughts/exaggerations HAHAH I ACCIDENTALLY ADDED MY NAME IN IM GOING TO KMS I’ve changed it now 🤣

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Gif not mine, credits to the owner!

Sam had first met you at a party.

A friend of his had dragged him along, claiming that the College experience was not just about studying. Sam didn’t want to be there, but he also didn’t want to disappoint him.

He ended up letting his friend disperse, interacting with the people he knew. Sam knew no one at this party, it consisted of another schools students and a few familiar faces. He nodded at a few but found himself standing in a corner and trying to choose which assignment he was going to finish off when he got to his place.

Which is when he saw you, with one of the biggest smiles on your faces. And Sam couldn’t help but smile along with you. It didn’t matter that he didn’t know what on Earth was so funny, he wanted to smile because you were. It seemed like everyone circled you.

Your friend had noticed him staring your way about a minute ago, but didn’t want to be wrong. So she kept moving you around and dragging you to new people. Lo and behold, his eyes followed. Based on her check, he seemed sweet. He didn’t stare at your ass or your chest, just your face. He laughed and smiled when you did.

He seemed to admiring, and she liked it. Sam’s friend, Mason, returned to the room with a girl on his arm. She watched as Sam side hugged him once he returned.

Mutual friend? Check!

“If you drag me anywhere else my arm is going to fall off Jess!” The party seemingly faded away as you made eye contact with him, god was he cute. His gorgeous brown eyes and hair were more than enough to render you tongue-tied. Sam looked like a deer in headlights as he stared at you, why were you in front of him?

Had he been staring too long?

“Mace! There you are.” The two of them exchanged pleasantries, “Oh, this is my friend Y/n. Mason, Y/n.” Mason reached his hand out to you as you smiled at him. Sam found himself holding his breath, your smile is even bigger now.

He wanted you to smile his way, “This here is Sam! Sam, Y/n.” Jess and Mason shared the same idea as the three others watched as you smiled, “It’s nice to meet you Sam, you can just call me Y/n/n.” He snapped out of his daze and shook your hand, hoping it wasn’t sweaty.

“Sam, I’m Sam. You know that, Mason told you. But uh, you can call me Sammy.” Masons eyebrows furrowed at the notion, he never called him Sammy. The girl on his arm tugged, “Let’s let these two get, acquainted.”

And that you did.

For the rest of the night, you may not have had as much to drink as the others, but you had one of the best nights of your life. You started off in the corner of the room, slowly getting to know eachother. The night led you outside, thumping music and shouts drowned out by the others presence.

Then somehow you ended up heading out for Ice Cream and then at the park. Sitting on swings and laughing at his awful jokes, you’d never felt more care-free. The night was full, and you were thankful.

He shone, if that made sense. Sam was a shot of espresso, and you were an addict. As cheesy as it sounds, you found him to bring color into your life. Your life wasn’t dreary and depressing, but it was boring. You found yourself going from class to your bed, the library, or working.

You had friends, yes, but not too many you could actually rely on if need be. That you trusted. And within one night, you found yourself pushing Sam to the top of that list.

Sam liked you from the get go, how could he not? With your infectious laughter and smile, kind eyes and understanding self. And you listened, with your whole body. You digested everything you heard and were full of empathy. He needed someone like you.

You’d been best friends since then, your first year of college. Best friends and undeniably in love with eachother. Not that the two of you ever noticed. It infuriated Jess and Mason to no end. The two of them saw it, every time you all hung out. The way Sam clung onto everything you said, as if it was Gospel.

The way your eyes practically glistened when he spoke or smiled. You looked up to eachother with so much emotion it hurt the soul. And the second the other was approached? All bets were off.

No man or woman in their mind continued to pursue you once they caught a glimpse of the huge, 6’5 giant behind you. Sometimes they’d keep going, but then he’d come up behind you with some stupid excuse to get you to go back to the table. And that person was left face to face with Sam and his unsettling smile, “You waiting for something?” A quick shake of the head and they were gone.

But it didn’t matter, whether or not you got together or not. You had eachothers backs at the end of the day, no matter what was going on. Even if you were fighting.

The night Sam’s life changed, you were drunk.

The two of you had an argument earlier on.

You ran your fingers through your hair as Sam followed you through the hallway of the apartment building, “Stop walking away from me!” You stopped in your tracks and turned to him, “Stop telling me what to do!”

“I’m not telling you what to do, I’m trying to keep you safe Y/n/n.” His voice was softer now, and it pissed you off. How on Earth were you supposed to be angry with him when he looked like that. And then the eyes? Ugh!

“It seems like you’re always babying me Sam! I can go out with who I want to.” He sighed, taking a step closer he held onto your hands, “I’m not babying you, again, I just want to keep you safe.” You pursed your lips before crossing your arms, “What’s wrong with Ben?”

He’s a vampire.

“Y/n, please.” He was pleading, but you didn’t care.

“No! I never get a clear answer from you. Why don’t you want me to go out with him?” Your voice quivered as you waited for his response. You noticed his jaw clench, you could tell he was keeping his answer under wraps.

Is it because you like me?

“I- I-,” The words wouldn’t form in his mouth and he couldn’t find a decent answer.

“Good one Sam. I’m leaving.”

He watched as you entered the elevator, guilty eyes unwilling to meet his. He sighed as his head hung low, hands stuffed into his pockets.

Sam had been invited to go out that night, he turned it down. Jess had let him know which club the two of you had gone to, and kept him updated on whereabouts. If you needed a ride and he was out, it would take him about thirty minutes to get to you from his party.

A lot can happen in thirty minutes.

His phone ringing drew him out of the light sleep that he’d fallen under, “Hello?” The sleep in his voice was evident to Jess, “Hey Sam. It’s Y/n time.” He scoffed at the term whilst chucking on a jacket and grabbing his keys, “I’ll be there in 10.”

You hadn’t wanted to see Sam, which was what you’d told Jess, repeatedly. Even if it was most definitely not true. Sam and Jess had successfully stuffed your unconscious self into your car, you’d had Jess pick you up after the argument.

He’d been carrying you to his bed when you’d stirred, “I’m sorry. F-for fighting with you. Ben’s a bitch.” Sam laughed at your crude language as he laid you down on the your side of the bed. You’d claimed it the second he’d invited you over to his new place. “Glad to hear it Y/n/‘.” Sam settled on his knees, removing your heels.

“Sweetheart?” Hair fell in front of your face as you turned to face him, “Mhm?” He moved it behind your ear, “You okay if I change you?” A half-assed thumbs up and a lopsided smile was all you could muster. He knew you wouldn’t mind anyways. You’d told him on multiple occasions that you’d murder him if he let you sleep in your makeup too.

“Could you ever be friends with me if I always had run down make up slobbered over me all the time?” You both sat in front of the TV, chowing down on pizza. “I thought that was your usual look?” The pillow you threw his way had begun a pillow war.

He removed your dress before picking out a shirt of yours and boxers. Since it was your favourite combo. Sam smiled at the notion of you practically swamped by his clothes. Using the makeup wipes you had stashed in the bathroom, he gently cleaned your face before settling in for the night. You quickly turned over to bury into the side of your personal furnace.

Sam’s eyes shot open at the sound, it was darker than before, later in the night. You being settled into his side checked off the possibility of you rattling around in the kitchen for a midnight snack. Quickly checking it out he was met with his brother Dean after a tussle.

“Whoa, easy, tiger.” Sam glared at Dean whilst trying to catch his breath, “Dean?” He laughed at Sam, “You scared the crap outta me!” Dean grinned, “That's 'cause you're out of practice.”

Whether he was offended or annoyed, Sam took the opportunity. He grabbed Dean’s hand and managed to turn him and they ended up on the floor.

Dean groaned, “Or not.” Dean tapped him twice where Sam was holding him. “Get off of me.” A small smile came across the youngest Winchester’s face as he rolled to his feet and pulled Dean up.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

Brushing himself off he straightened up, “Well, I was looking for a beer.”

Dean placed his hands on Sam’s shoulders, shaking once, and letting go. Sam was understandably confused, “What the hell are you doing here?” The elder of the two relented, “Okay. All right. We gotta talk.”

“Uh, the phone?” Sam crossed his arms as Dean rolled his eyes, “If I'd'a called, would you have picked up?”

Fair point.

The murmurs and bumps were more than enough to wake you up. You made your way to the source before turning the light on. Cursing whatever Sam chose for you to wear, it was cold.

“Sammy?” Your voice was like honey to the two of them, Dean couldn’t help but look at you appreciatively whilst clocking onto the fact that you called him Sammy. The boxers, the bare legs and the cute tired look on your face.

Sam and Dean turned their heads in unison to the sweet voice, “Y/n/n. Hey. Dean, this is my gir— friend. Uh, best friend. Y/n.” Sam cringed internally at his words.

Your face was painted in confusion as your brain finally processed his words, “Wait, your brother Dean?”

You smiled as Sam nodded, you’d always wanted to meet him. Dean grinned at you and moved closer.

“Oh, I love the Smurfs. You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league.” You stuttered at the prospect of being Sam’s girlfriend. But you weren’t in the mood to deny it unless he did.

“I—, we aren’t— ,” By a glimpse you could see Sam’s eyes staring straight into Dean’s head, “Alright, why don’t you back up a little Dean?” Sam spoke as Dean laughed, “Just let me put something on.” As you turned to go a voice stops you.

“No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously. Anyway, I gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business. But, uh, nice meeting you.” You smiled at him, “Nice to meet you too Dean.”

“No.” Sam goes over to Y/n and put his arm around her, “No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her. She’s my best friend.” That’s how you two were, touch was never weird for you two. It’s why you were always mistaken for a couple.

Dean sighs, “Okay.” He turns to look at them both straight on, “Um, Dad hasn’t been home in a few days.” Sam nodded along, “So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later.”

Dean ducked his head and looked back up at the couple in front of him.

“Dad’s on a hunting trip, and he hasn’t been home in a few days.”

Sam expression didn’t change as he nods along. Y/n glanced up at him with a frown, “You never told me your Dad still hunts.” Sam’s lips pressed into a tight smile, “Y/n/n, excuse us. We have to go outside.” You nodded at him, “Can I borrow you, really quickly?”

Dean nodded as Sam smiled, “Of course.” Sitting down on the bed as Sam sat next to you, “If your dad’s missing then are you going to go look for him?” He didn’t know yet, he didn’t even know the whole story yet. “It depends I guess. Where he last was and what Dean tells me.”

“But what about Monday?” Sam couldn’t help but smile, of course you were worried about things that weren’t yours. “I’ll be back in time, I swear Y/n/n.”

He glanced over at you, your hands were in your lap as you smiled, “I know you haven’t told me what your dad hunts. But, I’ve seen your old diary.” His eyes immediately widened, “Y/n—,”

“I believe it, don’t worry. How can I not? I’ve watched my fair share of horror films and Buffy. Plus, my mum always used to tell me to keep an open mind to everything.” Sam had to take a second to grasp everything that had tumbled out from between your lips, “Wait— you knew?”

Your giggles were prominent, until it blew out into a laugh attack, “You should see your face! Of course I knew!” His eyebrows twisted as he pinched the bridge of his nose, “I don’t— what?” You grabbed his hands and clutched onto to them, “Baby, come on. All the random facts you always have, that one time you kept talking about the inaccuracies about Vampires. And then today,”

Sam’s face looked as if it had been drained or color, “If this is about—,”

“You sent an article that morning about Vampires and how they should actually be beheaded. And then a random story about them getting close to people abnormally quick. Which is exactly what happened with Ben. I got mad at you because I couldn’t figure out why you wouldn’t just tell me.”

Sam sighed, “Well you can’t blame me for being cautious. And most people don’t handle the whole, ‘Ghosts are real’ bit that easily.”

“Well I’m not most people Sammy.”

“No, no you’re not. You’re better, you always have been Y/n.” The air in the room had apparently been drained, since you couldn’t breathe. Not with those gorgeous eyes staring down at you.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“If you’re not about to kiss me I give this interaction a minus 0 out of 10.” Sam scoffed, “So you’re rating me now?” You jokingly nodded as his hand was placed on your cheek before kissing you.

And God was it worth the wait.

As you pulled away you couldn’t believe you finally had him.

“100/10.”

“What an honour.”

You couldn’t help yourself as you kissed the tip of his nose, “Anything for something as cute as you.”

“Who, little old me?”

TOO SWEET / SOULLESS!SAM WINCHESTER

PAIRINGS: Soulless Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: You were simply just trying to get through your day, he found himself enticed by your kindness and unwilling to let go.

WARNINGS: Innocence kink, teasing, flattery, size diff kink, dacryphillia, hair pulling, non-con/dub-con, rough, angry Sam, p in v, fingering, cream pie, babying, virgin reader, blood, scratches

WORDCOUNT: 3K Words

A/N: I can’t just write a sweet Sam fic and not balance out the scales! This is a bit self indulgent so short!reader. Also I’m not an avid drinker so bare with me at the bar 😭 @lady-ashfade here it is!!

Gif not mine, credits to the owner!

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You hadn’t meant to bump into him, no one bumps into people on purpose. But you were scared of running out of time before the shop closed and weren’t really caring about your surroundings.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry!” You immediately apologised whilst grabbing everything that had dropped to the floor. His hands grazed yours and you froze up, making eye contact with the man. “No, it was my fault.” His voice mocked the concern in yours, even if it didn’t reach his eyes.

You laughed, “Are you kidding? I totally bumped into you, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” You stood up with all your belongings in hand and with a smile. “I should be on my way. Again, I’m so sorry.” Sam shook his head, “You don’t need to keep apologising.”

Your lips pressed into a tight smile as you nodded, “Okay.” The awkwardness of your interaction was practically unbearable. “I’ll be on my way, have a nice day.” Sam watched as you walked away, and he couldn’t help but laugh. Not out of happiness but intrigue.

He wanted more, and he wasn’t going to stop until he did.

You were sweet, unnaturally so, he wanted a taste.

So with out your knowledge of course, he followed you. For the rest of the day he was right behind you, and you were blissfully unaware. You finished up with your groceries about an hour later and finally crossing off everything to do that day.

As you stood near the exit with your cart you couldn’t help but sigh. Seven bags, loaded, and paper with only two arms. Your car was in the shop so you’d put off a lot of things, which resulted in them piling up.

So you decided for a delivery instead, but you had to wait until the truck came back to allow them to pick your groceries up and eventually drop them off. You wondered if they’d give you a ride in all honesty.

You waited outside the doors whilst reading a magazine you bought, which was surprisingly interesting.

You really should be more aware of your surroundings.

“Do you need some help?” You glanced upwards at the sound of a familiar voice, the man from before. He was so tall and pretty, “Oh! No, I’m just waiting.” You smiled widely as you placed the magazine inside a bag. “I didn’t catch your name back there, I’m Y/n.” Sam smiled, “Nice to meet you Y/n, I’m Sam.” His eyes trailed down, you were wearing a low cut dress, it sure as hell suited you.

“Completing some shopping are we?” He chuckled at the notion, Sam, grocery shopping like a normal person. “I was about to, until I saw your gorgeous self.” His words made you giggle, you could feel your face grow hotter. “Oh god, you are— that’s so sweet.” Your hands intertwined with eachother as you looked down to your feet, a strand falling in front of your eyes.

Sam’s hand darted out to tuck it behind your ear, “Oh, thank you.” Your voice was sweet, he wondered if you were this shy in bed. “No problem. I was wondering—,”

“Ma’am?” A worker came outside with a smile, “Trucks here, would you like me to unpack it all for you?” You nodded quickly, “Oh yes, please.” You were always so polite. “Someone as pretty as you shouldn’t be doing it all herself am I right?” Sam’s jaw tightened as he watched your face flush, “I’ll help her unload.”

You both turned to Sam, “No you don’t need to seriously.” The look in Sam’s eyes was unsettling, and you thought the worker noticed it too. “I’ll help.” It wasn’t an ask, he was telling you. And you were the furthest thing from confrontational, so you let him take the cart. The worker passed a clipboard to you to fill out your address, Sam passed it onto the driver.

Sam couldn’t figure out for the life of him why he wanted you so badly, he couldn’t care less usually about some random girl. But there was something about you that drew him to you, you were so, innocent. In need. And he wanted to sink his teeth into you, badly.

Once he was done you offered him a tight lipped smile, unsure of his mood, “Thank you Sam, you didn’t have to at all.” He knew he didn’t have to, “It’s nothing really, you needed the help.” Sam couldn’t help but grin when he noticed you quite literally straining your neck to look up at him. You were so, pocket sized.

As if I can’t load groceries into a trunk? His words made you seem weak, but you brushed it off. “I don’t how to repay—,”

Bad choice of words sweetheart.

“Let me take you out.”

Somehow you’d managed to let him smooth talk you into a hang out. So here you were, sitting with him at the bar. Sam was anything but boring. He had about a million comments locked and loaded for every second. You found yourself enthralled by him, it’d been far too long since you enjoyed yourself on a night out.

“You’re lying!”

“I’m not, at all. Believe what you want Sweetheart.” The nickname made you want to kick your feet and smile. Sam was so, amazing. He was tall, handsome, funny and kind. You could’ve maybe added chivalrous to the list. Sam waved over the bartender, he’d finished his third beer whilst you nursed a Cosmo.

Sam raised an eyebrow at your drink, you’d had it for about twenty minutes and before it a coke. “Pacing yourself are we?” The glass turned in your hands as you sighed, “I don’t drink that often honestly.”

“No?” Sam feigned interest, “Yeah, I’m more of the designated driver. I find it better to have fun sober in all honesty rather than waking up with a pounding headache and unaware of my surroundings.” Getting blackout drunk wasn’t on everyone’s to do lists which was respectable he guessed. “Good girl.”

The words made your eyes widen as you took another sip, Sam noticed. He found your shyness cute. Usually by know a girl was pawing at him, hinting towards a get away to her place or at least flirting. But you were just, talking. Like you wanted to get to know him rather than fuck him.

He found it adorable at the start, you barely knew what you were doing. But with your tits on display, and him being more than tall enough to look down your dress, he wanted nothing more than to get out of the place.

It’d been thirty minutes since his third beer. He was on his seventh and you were on another coke. Sam was so close to blowing up. The way you looked up at him, when your lips chased after the liquid in your cup, and your cute little body in that short dress.

You glanced at the clock on the wall and gasped, you had work you needed to submit by 11 and it was already 10. “I completely lost track of time, oh my god!” Sam watched as you smiled at the bartender, swiftly tossing down a thirty as you swung your bag over your shoulder.

Sam placed his beer down, undeniably irritated by your sudden departure, “Thank you so much for such a nice night Sam, it was really nice getting to know you. I hope we can maybe see eachother again?” You barely waited for an answer before placing a peck on his cheek.

“I’ll see you around?”

It was the last thing you said before you bolted out the door. Sam was surprisingly stunned, within a minute you’d upped and left him alone. Not once did you overtly flirt or bat your eye lashes, it was honestly refreshing. A challenge is what he saw you as and a kind man is what saw you in him. How wrong you were, and how badly he wanted you.

Sam downed the rest of his drink before deciding, he was coming after you.

The night air nipped at your bare skin, you’d idiotically forgone a jacket or shawl. All you wanted was to get home and debrief with your friend who was proud of you for finally going out with someone. You really did enjoy yourself with Sam, but at the same time in your opinion there was something off about him.

He’d make a good friend.

As you entered your apartment you immediately sighed, if there was something you loved more than shopping or going out, it was your home. You quickly removed your heels and placed your bag on the counter before moving to your room. Makeup wipes disposed of, clothes picked out and the weekend was tomorrow.

You decided to wear a simple gown since it was a bit too warm in your place. As you were about to turn down the heat—

The lights went out.

Your hands trailed along the walls until you reached your living room curtains, thankfully you lived in the city. As you looked out you realised it was probably only your building. A creaking from behind caused you to turn sharply, “Hello?” No response. You slowly made your way to the kitchen, grabbing a flashlight from your drawer.

The living room seemed empty, shadows drawn out by the light. Another creak came, but closer this time, “If there’s someone here, I’m so close to calling the cops.”

You screamed as you heard a chuckle from behind you, “How are you going to call without a phone?” You knew that voice, “Sam?” He stepped out from behind you with a wide grin, his eyes were trained on you, like a predator. The way he stared sent shivers down your spine, “What the hell are you doing here? How did you even—,”

“I saw your address on the delivery sheet. You really shouldn’t just pass around personal details sweetheart.” You swallowed before backing up, he continued walking forwards, “I— I didn’t show it you on purpose.” Sam shook his head disapprovingly as he tutted, “It’s no excuse, it was reckless of you. Imagine what would’ve happened if the wrong person saw?”

The tears were welling quickly, this was not the Sam you’d met, the one that you laughed and drunk with. This Sam was intimidating, “You are the wrong person.”

Your back was up against the wall, “Ouch, I wasn’t the wrong person when you needed help right? I wasn’t the wrong person when you wanted to go out. You’re a bitch, you know that? Wearing that little dress, that black lace and leaving me by myself. What was so important that you had to go? Or do you just get kicks out of leaving guys high and dry?”

You shook your head vehemently, tears dropping down your cheeks. Sam’s thumb caressed your cheek whilst the other traced upwards, “No.” You cried out, “No?” Sam mocked as he raised his eyebrows, “No to what sweetie? No to being a slut or something else?” His fingers ghosted over your panties as you jerked your hips upwards, “Sensitive aren’t you, not so sure if you’re a slut anymore Y/n/n.”

You refrained from puking at the nickname, “Something else.” Sam smirked as he took you in, teary, puffy eyes with a tear stained face. You struggled with getting your words out, his presence was overwhelming. You knew you couldn’t actually put up a fight, this man was a giant. And he’d absolutely crush you, no chance.

“No to this?” His fingers slipped your panties to the side and laughed when you began to sob into his shoulder. His finger presses against your clit as a gasp falls from your lips, “Can’t tell me you don’t want it when you’re acting like this Y/n/n.” You cringed at the lewd squelch that came from you.

Sam groaned as your fingertips dug into his biceps, “Sammy please.” He wanted to hit you the second you called him Sammy, but the wide eyes that stared up at him were too cute. “Tell me, tell Sammy what you need.” It was tedious at this point, his fingers had withdrawn from your clit, his touch was light and never where you needed it to be.

“Please just— just do something!” You wanted to cry even more, the apartment was warm and so were you. Your head was foggy, and all you could focus on was Sam’s large hands and thick fingers. “Please, I need you.” He pressed a finger to your clit and you moaned out, “Sammy!”

“You’re so wet Y/n/n, all for me yeah?” You were too far gone as he entered a finger, in and out. “When I say something,” Not even giving a minute to adjust, Sam added another finger as your fingernails scratched down his arms, “You respond.” His other hand came around your neck, his own fingernails imprint upon the smooth skin.

You whined at the loss of contact as Sam pulled out, feeling discomfort as you could feel your own slick coating your thighs, “Jump.” Sam had his hands on your ass as you jumped up, “Good girl.”

He laid you down on the bed before taking his own clothes off. You expected him to continue with fingering you but Sam had different plans. Because if there was one thing he put on top?

His own pleasure.

When you felt him rubbing his cock on your cunt, you immediately began to crawl away, “What do you think you’re doing Y/n/n?” Sam’s hands circled around your wrists as you squealed, his grip was tight and bruising.

“I’ve never…”

Oh this was too good. As if he wasn’t already having a good night. When you finally stopped fighting him, realising the stupidity of it, you looked at him.

His face was twisted in concern and you felt your heart swell, he was going to let you go. But then, you watched in horror as he began to laugh.

“Baby, you think I care? More fun for me.”

Your bedroom was filled with lewd sounds of skin and groans from Sam, your hands were pinned down above your head courtesy of Sam. He thrusted meanly and with so much force that you had scratched his back bloody.

“Shit Y/n/n, I knew you’d have a tight cunt but, fuck.”You hated him, how gorgeous he looked above you, how the sweat made his abs glisten and how your body reacted to his words.

Sam’s one hand was more than enough to hold both of yours, he traced your tits before pinching your nipple causing you to scream out. “Does it hurt? Poor baby.” He continued plunging into you, his dick twitched inside as he noticed the crimson on his dick.

Sam slowed his movements down as he noticed your eyes fluttering, “You keep your eyes on me Y/n. Close your eyes on me again and see what happens.” You quite literally couldn’t help it, Sam had already came inside you twice and your body had given up on fighting long ago.

“Please, just stop it Sam.” He scoffed at the plea, “What, I’m not Sammy anymore?” Sam teased as his hand came down to your clit, pressing down.

“This is all your fault y’know? Leaving me at the bar like I’m pathetic? Only pathetic thing here is you. Can’t even fight back now?” You barely managed to shake your head as Sam’s strong hands squeezed your hips before lifting and a slap landed on your ass.

“Cute little thing aren’t you?”

Sam pulled out before flipping you onto your stomach, pulling you back by your hips he ground against your ass. He prodded at your ass using your slick to stretch you out, “Cute ass too, maybe next time?” You shook your head at the notion, “Baby, Y/n/n you gotta use your words.”

He slid back into your tight cunt and groaned, “Fuck you’re so good. All— all for me.” You found yourself clutching onto the bed as he drove in and out mercilessly. You felt your legs begin to quiver as your cunt throbbed and clenched and you closed your eyes, trying your hardest to hold back. His hand tangled itself in your hair.

Sam’s hand on your ass kneaded and slapped, leaving it throbbing. “Fuck I can feel you, cum. Cum for me.” As much as you didn’t want to give him the pleasure of knowing you felt as if you were going to explode. Sam was there too, you could feel his hips falter and his grip on your hair tighten.

“You’re mine, fuck, You’re mine. You understand?” His voice whispered against your ears and then you felt it. Sam’s cock throbbed inside of you, you could feel it with how deep he was inside of you, and thick, hot, ropes of cum filling you up as he came.

Sam’s hand pressed down onto your stomach, “Feel that Y/n/n?” Sam’s voice was prominent by your ear, “Yes Sammy!” You exclaimed, it felt as if you were filled to the brim as he bottomed out in you.

He grinned before pulling out, you immediately collapsed onto the bed. You closed your eyes hoping it was over now. You jolted as you felt Sam’s fingers stuff his loads of cum back into you, “Keep that in there, or I’ll take you again.” Sam smiled as you nodded.

He surprisingly didn’t leave, instead he laid next to you. Sam had given you a break, two minutes was enough right?

Your peace was taken again as you felt a hand crawl around on your hip, “On second thought,”

“I might just take your ass now.”

congrats on 3.6 k followers and 100k likes, that's an insanely large number!! Your hunger games fics have been life changing, I love them all so much!!

could I please get a ship for supernatural? I'm a straight female and my pronouns are she/her

I love reading, my favorite genres are poetry, Russian lit, and mysteries! I love learning about new things and knowing a little bit of everything. I adore adventures, witty and playful banter, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything! I enjoy working out and I'm pretty good at tennis! I listen to a lot of modern/indie rock and I love watching films very much! It takes me a while to feel comfortable around new people, but once I do, I become really talkative and outgoing. I love helping out and I'm the therapist friend, people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I'm smart and ambitious; I love being the best at everything I do. I'm quite the hopeless romantic and I love being in love! I adore big and small romantic gestures and I love domesticity sm!! My love languages are acts of service and quality time. I'm a ravenclaw, my mbti is infp and my enneagram is 4w3!

I'm 5'9 and I have long and curly dark brown hair and brown eyes. I have a fair skin tone, I'm slim and I've got full lips and fairly large eyes. I also have these dimples that I really like!

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so you might just be me? my fellow ravenclaw i send a million kisses your way! you seem like such a comfortable person to be around if that makes any sense at all! i’m so glad you liked my hunger games fics and i cannot thank you enough for reading ❤️

and the second i started reading you screamed to me…

sam winchester!

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cozy

“hey sammy.”

sam jolted awake at the sound of your voice, “shit, didn’t mean to scare you.” you laughed before sitting down in the chair infront of him, “no! you didn’t, you’re fine.” you couldn’t help but notice the slight drool on his cheek and the papers strewn about.

“how about we take a break from all the research for a bit and we can go on a jog?” he sighed before rubbing his eyes, “we need to keep researching y/n.” you shook your head, “hey, as much as i love just sitting with you, i need to make sure you don’t die on my watch sam. you look like hell.”

“like he’d know anything about it.”

the door swung open to the motel room as dean returned with coffee and donuts. he chuckled to himself whilst putting down the items on the table, minding the research. “not funny.” sam spoke whilst you giggled, “i mean, it kinda is.”

“see sammy? even curls here agrees with me, seems like you’re losing your touch.”

“my touch? i’m not touching anything?”

“yeah but i bet you’d like to, i sure as hell would.” you rolled your eyes before bumping dean with your shoulder, “you never take a break huh?” dean smiled with a mouthful of powdered donuts, “never.”

you stood up from the table, announcing your departure, “i’m going to go change, and when i’m back we are going on a jog. fill up my waterbottle please.” sam nodded as he moved to pick your bottle up from the nightstand by your guys’ bed.

you’d entered the bathroom whilst dean and sam were outside. “so,” sam furrowed his eyebrows, “what is it?” dean uncrossed his legs and turned towards sam, placing his feet on the floor. “you and curley over there. she likes you sam.”

he let out a scoff as he filled up your bottle, “no she doesn’t dean, quit it.” the older winchester groaned before walking to the taller of the pair, “you have got to be blind if you don’t see it sammy. she cares about you, all the time. you two nerds are always sitting together, talking about some random poet or case. she asks you to fill her bottle and you do. you fall asleep and you wake up with a blanket on your shoulders. you think i’m the one making sure you’re cozy?”

sam didn’t notice the bottle overflowing until dean turned the tap off.

before he could reply, you walked out into the room, hair up, running shoes on and in his jumper. “you ready?” sam had made the wise decision of choosing track pants the night before, “yeah, let’s go.” he didn’t miss deans grin as you opened the door, “wait i’ll get my bottle—,”

“just share from mine, no worries.” your smile was as bright as usual, and as your dark eyes landed on him, sam couldn’t help but wonder.

maybe you do like him, since he certainly likes you.

“This is too small. You’re too close.” “Well who’s bright idea was it to hide in a closet?”

This prompt for sam winchester please?

a/n: this makes so much sense with sam i’m not kidding he’s huge!

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closer

your shoulder was digging into his bicep which caused sam to manoeuvre you to be back to chest with him, resulting in you staring at a wall, “oh yes, please do manhandle me.” you whisper-yelled as sam rolled his eyes, “it’s not my fault there’s no space and you’re so short you come up to my bicep.”

“excuse me?” your screeched as sam immediately clamped his hand over your mouth, more so your entire face since his hand was huge. “mmph! stop!” the shuffling from the door moved away as sam scoffed,

“well if you stopped yelling i wouldn’t have to.”

it was your turn to roll your eyes before prying his hand away, “you could use your words next time rather than shoving your hand on my face. and it’s not my fault you’re a fucking sasquatch.” the youngest winchester jokingly gasped, “now you’ve done it, you’ve hurt my feelings.” you shoved him in annoyance as he grinned.

“haha. now shush.” the footsteps had returned and you unknowingly held your breath, sam’s hand also came to hold yours in an unrelenting grip.

you both exhaled as you heard the man make his way down the stairs and away from your and sam’s hiding spot. you noticed sam’s eyes, his long hair, and the sideburns you wanted to hold him down for and shave off. “y/n, meet camera, it’ll help the moment last.”

“oh shut up sammy.” he laughed at the scowl on your face before turning to you, “this is too small, you’re too close. of course i’m going to look at you, you’re half the space lanky.”

sam crossed his arms and laughed, “well who’s bright idea was it to hide in the closet? come on, they’re long gone.” sam opened the door cautiously, scanning the room for any threat. once his check was over, he reached his hand out to you.

you took it, even if you didn’t admit it,

you’d follow sam winchester anywhere.

okay girlies i’m going to need you to vote!

if you’ve read my soulless sam fic here (too sweet), would you rather:

get a pt 2 of too sweet?

SUMMARY: After a long night with a brutal Sam, you wake up to find him home. Terrified, you go about your day and try to forget. He wouldn’t come back, right?

or a new fic: what i can’t have.

SUMMARY: You and Dean had a falling out once Sam was locked away in the cage and he’d found comfort with Lisa. You’d continued hunting. What happens when Sam returns, with no soul but the memories of wanting what he couldn’t have, Deans girlfriend, you.

Soft

Gabriel x reader

Summary: Gabriel gets worried that you don’t take him seriously.

Note: I haven’t written Gabriel before I have done some research about him. 😉 I hope you guys like it

Warning: unprotected smut (don't do this at home), fluff. ********************************************* There was only one way to completely explain Gabriel as a whole being and that was trickster. He may have been lying about the god part but the name was more than fitting. Yeah he was sweet and protective but most of all he was silly, you never had a dull moment with him but that’s one of the reasons why you loved him in the first place.

Yeah the boys had trouble with him and there was a whole fight about him being around but you figured after a while they would get over it. You loved them like family and if you meant anything to them they would see how happy he made you, even when he went too far you couldn’t help but love him for it anyway, but still, he was very good at getting on your nerves some times.

You guys were working on a case some place in Wyoming. This poor kid got shredded to death by the big bad wolf and even after all the research, you and the boys couldn’t find any kind of clue linking the victim to the wolf. Dean bored out of his mind went out to the bar to ‘get to know the locals and find some clues’ and Sam went to actually get some info from the police station and keep an eye on Dean.

You sat in the brightly colored love seat in your picturesque little motel room with a book on werewolves. But you heard a sound that you weren’t expecting especially because both the boys were out. The fluttering of wings, you were expecting someone to pop out of no where and scare you like one of the angels usually did, But this time gabe walked out of the bathroom calmly, you jumped the tiniest bit. “What are you doing? ”, he smirked and sat down at the edge of your bed. “Walking into your motel room, what are you doing?”. You smiled and rolled your eyes, “just researching for this case”.

“It’s a werewolf and you guys know that, don’t you know enough about them already?”. You laughed a little, “of course I know a lot about werewolves but you can never know too much about what your hunting, trust me it comes in handy”, he shot you a bored look. “I know-”, he stopped himself from finishing his whining, which was definitely odd, odd for even him. He straightened himself out, “toss me a book, I’ll help you”. This threw you out of the water, Gabriel never liked to read and usually by now he would be teasing you, there was something wrong with him.

“Are you feeling alright?”, you asked handing him one of the books off the table. “Of course I am, are you feeling ok?” He asked opening the book to the first page, giving the words an exhausted look, and then looking up to you hopefully. “Yeah I’m perfectly fine”, you answered staring at him from your book. He just stared down at the pages with a worried look on his face. “You don’t have to read if you don’t want to, I was getting bored of it anyway”, you said looking at his reaction suspiciously. “ I can keep researching if you want to go do something”, he said shooting you a small reassuring smile.

You couldn’t take it anymore, “what’s going on with you gabe?!”. He looked up at you shocked, “what do you mean, why are you yelling?”. You made outrageous hand gestures towards him holding the book, “I'm not yelling, look at you, your reading a book, about werewolves, you didn’t scare me when you popped into my room and you haven’t teased me because we are alone. What’s wrong with you?”. He only looked down into the book nervously and murmured, “nothings wrong with me, this is how I normally am”. You rolled your eyes and pulled the book out of his hands and set it down on the table.

You sat down on the bed next to him, “are you kidding me? Do you really think I’m that stupid?”, he shook his head somberly. You lightly pushed him. “You come in here acting like this, your an archangel, a trickster, and you expect me not to be worried about you. Come on what’s going on?”.

“Is that all you see me as?”, his words startled you a bit. “What do you mean?”, he looked down at his hands with a sad look on his face, “y/n, I love you, I really do. But do you only see me as a trickster, a lovable goofball?”. He looked around the room avoiding eye contact with you, “I don’t just want to be a goofy clown who annoys you all the time, I suck at being normal, i’m sorry”. Gabriel was never this straightforward with you so you just shook your head and grabbed his hands, “of course your not just the goofy clown to me, and you don’t need to be good at being normal. your so sweet and although you don’t like me to think so, your a big softy and I love that side of you. I hope that no one else gets to see it besides me, cause I love you”. He looked up at you with his signature smirk which brought the smile back to your face.

“See there’s that dashing millionaire smile I’ve been missing”, he shook his head and wrapped his hands around your waist. He threw his leg over to your other side and slid you up to the top of the bed. He pulled himself up hovering above you, “no one else gets to see this side of me except you”. He leaned down and kissed you softly. He sat himself up and snapped his fingers making all the lights in the room go out. You laughed and shook your head, “what if the boys come home early”. You saw the details of his face with the dim blue moon light That shined through the window, he smiled, “they won’t, trust me”.

He leaned down and brushed his lips against yours before kissing you longer than he had before. He trailed his hands up until he reached your face before cupping your cheeks softly and kissing you again. You had one arm around on his Neck and the other holding onto his face. He couldn’t hold back the smile and kissed you over and over again. You smiled too and leaned your forehead on his. “You know, I’m more serious than you think”, he said teasingly. “Oh yeah?”. He kissed you again, “definitely”. He put his hands on the bottom of your shirt and you sat up allowing him to pull it off of you. As he pulled his own shirt off you unbuttoned your pants and helped him afterwards. He moved back and sat on his knees, after you had gotten your pants off he carefully pulled your legs around his waist.

But this time as he leaned down to touch you he only lightly traced his fingers over your skin softly. the cold air mixed with the feeling of his warm skin was refreshing.

He reached his hands up to your back and oh so carefully kissed your neck. You wrapped your hands around his neck and after he had gotten situated he caressed your back so softly it made his callused hands feel smooth. He held you delicately as if you were made of glass and if he held on any tighter you'd break. No one had been this careful with you or touched you with so much passion at the same time. Afterwards he held you close to him, you could feel his warm shallow breath on the back of your neck. He whispered to you, “I really do love you more than anything in this world, and that’s the whole truth”. The whole world was silent and if you ever had to chose one moment to be stuck in forever it was this one. You smiled in the dark and held onto his arms, “I love you too, so much more than anything”.

“Why Worry?”

This is a Fandom Insert as well as a reader one. I will be using Supernatural, Criminal Minds, and Marvel as examples, because they the ones I am currently obsessed with and I feel they fit the different fandoms well. (Sherlock? NCIS? Criminal Minds. Anything superheroes? Marvel. Buffy the Vampire, Teen Wolf, or anything of the sort? Supernatural.) This is a song-fic of the Set It Off’s Why Worry, and as in the music video, there are two of you.

Warnings: Don’t trust the narrative. Violence, battle gore, and such. Cursing.

Word Count - 1203

Dyed haired, freckled, dimpled, slight accent, and any skin-toned Reader. (Non-binary, interchanging pronouns with a realistic jiggly body)

Sorry, in advance, Blonde, blue-eyed, white chicks that are reading this.

As of late, you haven’t recognized yourself in the mirror. You’re slim, with a clean face, no marks anywhere. You’re exactly what you always dreamed to be. “Yeah, right.” Frick, that voice, it must exist to annoy you. Seriously. It was nothing like your previous demons, though. It seemed to almost be something else... Screw it. Let’s think of this another time. You finally get to go on a mission, a case, that they had never allowed you to go on before. The nerves “started” eating at you, harshly. You have been thinking about it all night, but you slept like a baby, probably looked like one too.

You felt a tap on your shoulder, the owner most likely predicting how you were feeling. People have been reading you like an open book. “They haven’t before.” “The sinking feeling sets.” You mumble, talking to shut up the sound from continuing. You almost started to proceed to, well, feel whole again as you kept talking, but not as sure as to why you are feeling this way. “It feels like a hole inside your chest.” The guy nods as you look up to them. It was exactly who you expect, the one person that you feel that you could confide in, (Your Favorite male Character).

Before he could try to ease your tenseness with his words, your team leader starts going over the plan.

Did you pay attention? The best you could, because your body started to feel, what is the termination... “Can’t find the correct words? Wow, you really are feeling out of it.” He is talking a lot more often- With that your ocean waves started to close, your body plagued with sudden fatigue, and 

black.

You arose without air, holding your big chest. You ran your hand through your natty hair, NATTY? How long were you out? “I know what you’re thinking.” Shut up. “No, no, no, no. I can’t have messy hair!” the voice mocked. Okay, ignore them, (Y/N), you got a job to do. Just join, I guess. “Easier said than done.” “Not helping,” You said out loud, annoyed. You grab your weapon, something that still felt foreign to you. Even before “everything changed.” You never felt like you needed it. “I know you hate me, but please, let me attest, on how you should go about this.” Never.

After a while, it didn’t take you that long but you were focused more on the argument in your head. You ran into so many things and even went in the wrong direction, however, your skin remained clear without any bruises. You managed your way into the compound, from a complete hidden entrance. At every camera, that you knew that wasn’t being looked at if your earpiece was anything to go off of, you winked. You were in your element, which you haven’t felt in a long time. You didn’t feel the stereotypical emotions, the reason why is beyond you, at the moment anyway. Found it, “It” being the Security Camera room, not the answer to any of your questions. You walk in and grabbed the woman, who was obviously the boss’s wife. “Relax.” (Skipping some lyrics, because of gees.) She didn’t but acted as calm as she could. She had her pistol aimed at you, but it was clear to anyone that she had never shot a gun before, let alone hold one. If that stance was anything to go off of. “Tell me,” You smirked, hitting the microphone button, “Why? Please, tell me, why do we worry? Huh, my dear?”

“I-I don’t-” 

“Why? When worry is never helping, tell me!” 

“I-I- What?” 

“Let’s take you to your mob wifey.”

You quickly link your earpiece to the intercoms.

“Let’s take these issues, step by step by step-“

Perks with being friends with nerds!

“To work it out. Day by day, by day, we’re falling down.“

What? No, we knew how to do that! That is basic programming.

“But life goes on!“

“Basic programming”? Who the fuck do you think you are? I didn’t know that.

You? I? What-

You kick down the door, with your arm around the mistress. “Hello~! We were feeling kind of left out, forgotten. We wanted some action too~!” Your voice teased your tied up comrades and sworn enemies. It sounded like you, but you wouldn’t say that- “I’ve got some questions.” 

“Questions, yes! Ask away!” the leader shouted, not liking the weapon near her wife. “Are you sick of feelin’ sorry?” you asked, accent and all. “People saying ‘Not to worry’?! Sick of hearin’ this hakuna matata motto crap from people who won the lottery?” “We’re not that lucky.” The mobster answered, honestly. You nodded, “Have you noticed that you’re breathing?” Your arm left the terrified woman, looking at both of the groups. “Look around! Count your blessings,” You started to yell at them, walking around every individual. “So, when you’re sick of all this stressin’ and guessin’, I’m suggesting!” You were going to leave it at that, but your mouth to seemed to start continuing on itself, “Chin up.” Your body moving on its own. You brought your best friend’s face up by his chin, “Quit actin’ like you’re half dead.” You winked, as you continue and walked over to your crush, that is a man- Yeah, no, that is a bad-ass woman with a beautiful smile. “Tears can only half fill how you’re feelin’. Baby, don’t worry, be happy.” You proceed to gesture to rest of your family to stand up, just to hear the leader join in, “Stand up, life is too damn short.” “That clock is ticking.” You added, as she finishes your verse, “Man up if ya feel me.” “Everyone sing it!”

As everyone starts to sing, you hear “Fine, you win.” You smirked and turned around to face the woman you used to see in the mirror. You wink as you started to ruffle your hair to make it fall in your own face, your dyed lock fell over your (e/c) eyes. Your smirk gets bigger as you saw your arms jiggly as you clapped along to your family and new friends’ music.

“You might’ve been considered perfect, but not to me. That guy in the mirror is me, this jiggly body could get insulted by people like you and I will still be the better person.“

“Now, you’re full of yourself, (Y/N)“

“That’s your Highness, because bitch, ‘m perfect.“

That you are.