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Started: 06 07 22
Last updated: 22 08 22
Key: ✓ completed, ♥ ongoing, ☾ angst, ★ fluff, ♡ smut
Challenges
various x reader
30 day challenge | Summary: Using a 30 day prompt challenge, a collection of drabbles will be written for various characters. ♥ ★ ☾
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Supernatural
Dean x Sam x Winchester reader
Join the hunt | Summary: Ever want to be included in the show, as a Winchester? Wait no more. Follow y/a, Sam and Dean through 15 seasons of saving people, hunting things the family business. ♥ ☾
Dean x reader
Messy kinda love | Summary: The reader and the boys go on a vamp hunt. ✓
Crushing (Part one) | Part two | Summary: y/n has found Dean in a compromising position, Dean has found out about y/n’s crush. Not everything ends well. ✓ ☾
Sam x reader
Creepy Crawly | Summary: The bunker protects the reader and the boys from evil. Well, not from all evil. ✓ ★
Bobby x reader
I love you | Summary: You had gone on a hunt alone, simple salt and burn. But when has a hunter’s life ever been simple? ✓ ☾
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Stranger things (coming soon)
Eddie Munson X reader
Like marmite | Summary: How you and Eddie became secret lovers, after being life long enemies. 18+ ✓ ★ ♡
Creepy Crawly
Sam x gn!reader
Summary: The bunker protects the reader and the boys from evil. Well, not from all evil.
A/n – This is basically what happened to me last night, apart from having a Sam to save me. I slept on the sofa, and I haven’t been upstairs since. Dreading going back to bed tonight! I hate spiders!
Warnings – Mentions of Spiders, Mention and description of panic attacks.
Word count – 1026
You just couldn’t get comfortable, after going to bed two hours ago, and indulging yourself in your favourite tv show, something just didn’t feel right. The bed was too lumpy, too soft, too hard; you were too hot under the duvet cover, but too cold to not have the thin cover over your body. Something just wasn’t sitting right, something making the hairs on your arm stand up. It wasn’t a monster; the bunker was protected against any evil.
Sitting up slowly, you squinted, taking in your surroundings. It was hard to see with the room being so dark, but nothing was out of place, the wardrobe and bedside table were still situated in the same place. The wardrobe doors were shut like you left them, and your personal items were still scattered across the top of your bedside table. Sighing, you lay back down. Nothing was wrong, but yet something was still off.
“Maybe if I just turn on the lamp” You whispered to yourself, reaching over, and pressing the little switch. The warm yellow glow of the lamp illuminating the room. “Nothing’s out of place” you talk to yourself “Everything’s where it belongs.”
Suddenly, you catch movement out the corner of your eye, your head whips round staring at the door. Your heart starts thumping manically, bile rising in your throat. Your hands cover your lips, muffling a small scream, you don’t want to wake the boys. The creature starts to move again, towards your bedside table, tears start to pool in your eyes.
“You’re ok (y/n), just breathe” you say to yourself, eyes focused on the area where the creature has slinked into the darkness. Slowly, building the courage, you reach forward picking up some easy clothes to change into, as well as grabbing a lore book; there’s no way you’re sleeping tonight.
Your heart rate has slowed, your breathing coming back to a normal rate. The creature still out of sight. “Right, I’ll grab all my things, and run out the door. I’ll be ok” You give yourself a pep talk. Placing your foot down on the rug, that’s when you see it.
The big black creature, scurrying across your floor back toward the door, its hairy eight legs moving un-naturally. The spider catches you by surprise and you let out a small squeal. Your eyes follow its every move, your heart pounding out of your chest, tears cascading down your cheeks. You can feel a panic attack coming on.
The spider is now by your door its thick legs tapping the wood. “I’m trapped” you sputter, “It’s blocking the door. How do I get out?” you question yourself, voice cracking. Your body frozen in place, almost like your paralyzed and the only thing you can move are your eyes.
Abruptly, the spider moves again, this time faster. Its black legs sending chills down your spine, and then it gone again, down by the side of your bedside table. Hoping that it stays there long enough for you to escape, you focus on calming your breathing. Once you feel like you have your body under control again, you wipe the few tears off your face.
Your body is still too scared to fully move, yet you’re able to gather a few items you’ll need for the night once you’ve left. “This is so stupid. It’s probably more scared of me then I am of it… maybe not.” You mutter as you pick up your phone, the screen lighting up to read 1am. “I wish I wasn’t this scared.”
Leaning down to grab your phone charger from the plug socket, your hand brushes the plastic plug, before freezing. You’re in a stare off, the dark big spider, blending into your dark oak side table. It leaps towards you, its hairy thick legs rushing towards your exposed skin.
It’s now or never, as the spider almost lands on you, you grab the few things you had already gathered, before sprinting to your door. Throwing it open, the door ricochets on its hinge. But you don’t look back, your legs carrying you towards your location and away from your worst nightmare. “I guess the bunker does let some evil in” you pant as you arrive in the library.
Finding the small, comfy seat in the corner, you sit down with a sigh, being away from the spider means that its easier for you think clearly. Checking the time, you see that its 2:30am. “It took me an hour and a half to escape. But at least I’m safe now!” You let out a breathy laugh, “I can hunt the things that go bump in the night but can’t save myself from a spider.”
When you open your eyes, its early morning, your head feels groggy but you’re glad you managed to get some shut eye. All you can remember before you went to sleep was the big black spider, you’re surprised you didn’t have a nightmare. “I wonder if it’s still in my room” You murmur, thoughts of the creature of darkness crawling over your skin as you try to sleep.
Promptly, your thoughts were interrupted the door to the library opening, as Sam padded in, yawning, and stretching; a small amount of his flannel rising, displaying his sculpted stomach.
“Oh, (y/a)! What are you doing up sweetheart?” He questioned, his eyes calming and soothing. Tears started to build up in your eyes, a small one dribbling down your cheek. His face scrunching up in worry.
“There was a spider, in my room. Like big.” You wave your hands around to demonstrate.
“Why didn’t you wake me (y/n), you know I would have saved you” Sam mumbled, wiping the tears away from the corners of your eyes.
“I’m sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry about Sweetheart. Go to my room, get some sleep and I’ll go check your room”
Standing silently, you nod your head at the gentle giant, a breathy ‘thank you’ tumbling off of your lips.
You might be scared of spiders, but you smile as you know the boys, especially your man will always protect you; even if it’s just a creepy crawly.
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1.1 Pilot
Dean x Sam x gn! Winchester reader
Summary: Ever want to be included in the show, as a Winchester? Wait no more. Follow y/a, Sam and Dean through 15 seasons of saving people, hunting things the family business.
A/n - I am going to attempt to do all 15 seasons, please be patient with me. This took two days to write. Eeeek, I hope it’s ok!
warnings: Follows the first episode of the first season. Death. Fire.
word count - 3119
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“Night Sammy, Night y/n” a young Dean states from his mother’s arm. Mary gently lowers her older son, allowing him to kiss his younger sibling’s goodnight. Mary smiles, her eyes lighting up with the love she holds for her three children, looking over her shoulder she spots her husband, John, and smiles. John flips of the light, whispering to his youngest children “If you two sleep through the night, you can have Dean’s room”, Mary chuckles overhearing her husband before tucking Dean into bed and placing a kiss on his temple, “Good night love” she softly whispers, a smile on her face.
A few hours later, Mary awakes with a start. The twins screaming coming through the baby monitor kept next to her on the bedside table next to her and John’s wedding photo. Mary sits up, sleep still embracing her, touching the mattress next to her she can’t find her husband, smiling when she realises her husband is looking after the youngest children. She pads her way down the corridor rubbing sleep out her eyes, pushing the twin’s door open. She smiles as she spots John’s figure over Sam’s crib. “John?” She questions “Are they hungry?”. There’s no response, apart from a quick and sudden shhh. Mary rolls her eyes at her husbands antics, taking a step back and turning around heading back to her warm bed. Reaching the bedroom, she soon realises that there is a light, a slight glimmer coming from downstairs. She’s cautious. Bare feet shuffling down the stairs, before turning the corner, a movie is playing out on the Tv lighting up the sitting room; and sat in front of the tv asleep, slumped over in his chair is John.
Fear! It’s all she can feel as Mary blurts out “Oh my god” before bolting up the stairs back up to the twin’s room. She bursts the door open, the door bouncing on its hinges swinging roughly, urgently flicking the switch, the brightness blinding her slightly before her eyes adjust. Whatever is in the room scares her, the colour drains out of Mary’s face. She starts panicking, hyperventilating.
“…Get away from them…” She all but whispers, before letting out a blood curdling scream which wakes up the rest of the house. John shoots up with a start, running to Sam and y/n’s room. “Mary?” he questions, his wife no longer in sight. The babies are crying, bawling struggling to calm down, but they’re ok, and he lets out a sigh of relief. Gently stroking y/n cheek, he checks them over before checking over Sam. They settle a little, and John smiles, turning to search for Mary. But something catches him. Somethings not right. John turns back into the room, a drop of blood now staining the bottom sheet of the crib the two siblings share.
Drip.
Another drop of blood, quickly followed by another. John realises that the droplets are falling from above, he angles his neck upwards, shear terror shivering its way down his spine. Mary. She’s splayed out, her eyes wide and staring, almost glass like.
“No… oh my god no…” He croaked. He stands frozen, as a sizzling noise overwhelms his senses, the smell of smoke as small black lines spiderweb across the ceiling. The lines connect, spelling out three words. Coming for you. Before suddenly igniting, engulfing the walls and Mary.
The fire alarms blare, beeping fast, high pitch. Y/n and Sam start to fuss again, the noise hurting their ears.
“Mummy? Daddy” a scared voice questions from the hallway, John snaps out of it, grabbing Sam and y/n, swinging the door open, he looks at Dean.
“No Dean, don’t look, okay? We gotta go.” He assured his young son, leading Dean down the stairs and out the front door, holding onto his youngest offspring. It’s not long until the fire fighters arrive. The family are sat on the hood of a car, Dean tucked up into his father’s side, he holds y/n tentatively, John holds Sam in one arm, slowly rocking his young son, while wrapping his arm around Dean. The house burns into the night, reds, yellows, and oranges fill the night sky. Dean turns and hides his face in his fathers’ side, John’s eyes harden, his jaw clenched. No more apple pie life.
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23 years later.
Sam had moved to Stanford, you’d gone to visit him once or twice, though the distance between Kansas and California made it more difficult. Though you made sure to at least text your twin brother once a week. He had a girlfriend now, you had only met her once, but she was sweet.
About a week ago, Dean turned up at your front door. “Dad’s missing” he yelled as he strolled right through the front door. “Thanks for knocking” you reply, eyes rolling back at your older brothers’ antics. “Dad’s missing” he repeats.
“So what? Dad disappears all the time. We have our own cases to be working on Dean.” You say, walking into the kitchen, setting about moving a couple of dirty dishes into the sink. “y/n!” Dean shouts, “Would I be here if I wasn’t worried?” He had a point, Dean and you were close, closer since Sammy had left for the apple pie life. The two of you staying as hunters, helping John out on a few cases here and there, but mainly soloing it. “Let’s go find dad” you respond, staring into the green eyes of your older brother. ‘Where are you dad?’
Baby’s engine purrs, before Dean turns the key, the headlights switching off. Its peaceful, yet eery. You and Dean climb out the car and gather a few things before walking towards the apartment building. “It’s that one” you whisper, pointing out the window of the apartment your twin lives in, Dean looks at you, “Are you sure?” He murmurs. “Positive” you nod your head back at him.
“Well here goes nothing” Dean says, wrapping a small piece of cloth around his knuckles, before punching the window. It doesn’t take much for the window to shatter. “Thought it would take more effort that that” Dean mentions, turning to look over his shoulder at you, before slowly climbing through to avoid the smashed glass, you slink in, following closely behind. The apartment is dark, but it doesn’t take long for Dean to find the kitchen. “Want a beer while we wait?” He questions, his face illuminated by the small fridge light. Before you get the opportunity to answer, the door swings open, Sam armed ready to attack, you and Dean dodging just in time.
“Easy tiger. Just looking for a beer” Dean jokes with his younger brother.
“Dean?” Sam questions, eyes widening. The both of them ignoring your presence.
“Heya Sammy” Dean smirks, “How are things? Enjoying law school?”
“You scared the crap out of me!” Sam barked, before suddenly spotting your figure. “y/n? You… I though better of you” he sighs dejectedly.
“Sam, we’ve gotta talk” you butt into the conversation, pointing at yourself and then the two boys.
Out of nowhere, a soft tired voice enters the conversation. “Sam?” Jessica asks, eyes adjusting to the two other figures in her kitchen. She’s dressed in a smurf t-shirt, and short shorts. You smile, she’s just as you remember. Dean smiles mischievously, “I love the smurfs”, you stare at your older brother, before sharply elbowing him in the ribs, he hisses taking in a deep breath.
“Jess, hey sorry to wake you” Sam mutters, turning around to look at his girlfriend. “This is… well this is y/n, but you already knew that” you smile and wave at her, the recognition flashes across her face, out of the corner of your eyes you can feel Dean staring at you. Sam continues “Ummm, and this is… well this is Dean”
“Your brother Dean?” Jess questions, a confused look on her face.
“Sammy” you interject “We’ve gotta talk”
“Well, whatever you two need to say, you can say in front of her.” You frown, last thing you had known, Sam had never told Jess anything about your lives, about the creatures that go bump in the dark.
“Dad hasn’t been home in a week” Dean explained, his face hardening with a seriousness.
“So, he’s working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He’ll stumble back sooner or later.” Sam answers quickly, his brain not fully processing the extent of Dean’s sentence.
“No Sam.” You added, “Dad’s on a hunting trip, and he hasn’t been home in a week.” Your twins eyes widen, the mutual understanding between the three siblings that this conversation has to be silent.
“Jess. Excuse us. I need to talk to these two outside” Sam mutters to his girlfriend, before turning around and walking to the door with Dean, Jess stands there, confused. You look at her and smile slightly, mouthing a quick ‘sorry’ before running of to catch up with the rest of your family.
You walk in silence, towards baby, Dean lifting the boot. “He left his journal?” Sam’s eyebrows scrunch up in concern, “Tell me everything.”
It takes awhile to explain what has happened, but soon Sam is caught up. The two of them getting into an argument not long after. “Shut up!” You shout, “Now is not the time.” The boys whip their heads round, staring at you. “They have a point” Dean says, nodding in your direction.
“Look. Dad will be okay. He’ll be home in a few days. You’ll see.” Sam sighs accepting that the argument has been lost.
“He’s in real trouble if he’s not dead already. I can feel it, and I know you can too.” Dean responses, Sam deflates, you can see the worry in your twins’ eyes. You know deep down he cares.
“So, the only question is: you coming with us or not?” You prod, Sam’s eyes fill with flickering emotions, before he finally gives in. “Fine, as long as I’m back by Monday. I have an interview for law school.”
After packing, and saying goodbye to Jess, the three of you head to baby, Sam throwing his duffle in the boot, before climbing into the passenger seat. “Oi! I sit there” You protested, “y/n” Sam growls “It’s 3am, you come into my apartment, convince me to leave my girlfriend for a few days. I don’t see your name on it; therefore, I’m sitting here!” He argued before climbing in and slamming the door, Dean getting behind the drivers’ seat not long after. “Hey! Get in!” Dean shouts, head hanging out of the window, rolling your eyes at the two boys, you huffily clamber into the back of the car.
You’d been in the car for a couple hours, baby’s engine producing a gentle purring, though it’s drowned out by the sound of Deans music blasting over the speakers. “What was he hunting?” Sam asks. “Not sure” You respond, passing a sign that reads ‘Welcome to Sanger, California, U.S.A. America’s Christmas Tree City.’ For such a happy sign, there was an ungodly number of missing posters stapled to the bottom of it, of course Dad chose a place like this you thought.
You zone back in, Sam explaining that there have been no reports of Dad at any hotels or bars. Leaning forward, in between the two front seats you pipe in “I think if we wanna find Dad, we gotta find out what the hell’s happening around here.”
Eventually, you find dad’s room, its covered in pins and string connecting newspaper articles and missing photos. Dean sniffs a burger, before pulling a disgusted face “Dad’s not been here in a few days” he looks over his shoulder, you and Sam are staring at a particular newspaper article. “Dean” you call out tentatively, reaching out and pulling the newspaper off the wall, the small pin ripping the paper where it had been attached. Dean walks over to get a better look at what you’ve been looking at. “He found the same news article” Sam confirms, “What are we dealing with then?” Dean questions, he’s getting agitated, you can tell from the way he’s moving around the room. “He answered that as well” Sam responds, pointing at a sticky note in the jumble of papers and string. “A woman in white” You whisper in recognition.
“All right, so if we’re dealing with a woman in white, Dead would have found the corpse and destroyed it” Dean questions, looking at you and Sam.
“Well, she could have other weaknesses” you suggest. The boys look at you and nod in agreement.
“Think we need to question the husband” Sam admits “That’s what dad would do.”
“If he’s still alive” Deans butts in. “Anyway, I’m starving! Want anything from down the street?” Sam and you just shake your heads no. “Oh well, your loss” Dean mutters turning around, and walking out the front door.
“We need to find the husbands address” you say to Sam, leaning over his shoulder and peering at his phone in his hand, you see that it’s on the voicemail screen, Jess’ name visible. “She’ll be ok, Sammy” His head turns slowly to look at you, brown eyes wide and innocent. He blinks slowly, snapping out of whatever thoughts were going through his head. “I’ll find the addre..” He starts answering your earlier statement, when suddenly your phone starts ringing, Deans name flashing across the screen.
“Dean?”
“Dude, five-oh, take-off” He responds quickly, words spilling out of his mouth like vomit.
“What about you?” you probe. “Uh, they kinda spotted me. Go find Dad.” The line goes dead, eyes wide you turn to Sam, who has already started opening the bathroom window. “Come on y/n!” He snapped, you hurry over quickly, rolling out into the bushes behind the motel just as the front door is broken in.
Once you had escaped, you and Sam had decided to follow up on the only lead you have, Constance’s husband. The both of you trudge up to the rickety house, a chain link covering the grimy glass window. Sam knocks on the door, an old man opens it, a puzzled look crossing his face.
“Have you seen this man?” You hold up the photo of your father, recognitions flickers through the old man’s tired eyes. “Yeah, he was here three or four days, ago. Said he was a reporter” He’s hesitant, you can tell that he’s already suspicious. Sam decides to take control of the conversation, it doesn’t last long but you get all the information you need. Thanking the man, you turn around, walking back over to where baby was abandoned.
“So, Dad was here” you state, looking at your taller twin brother.
“And he” Sam moves his head back, directing your attention to the old man watching the two of you out the window “committed adultery.” He pauses, sighing before continuing “We’re definitely dealing with a woman in white. Though our main problem now is figuring out how to get Dean back”.
“Leave that to me” you pull out your phone, dialling 911. “H-hi” you fake stutter, pretending to be in distress. “There’s gunfire, I’m on Whiteford road.”
“There that should work” you smile, shutting your phone and stuffing it into your pocket, Sam is staring eyes wide.
“What?!” you glare at him.
“H-how?”
“You learn these things when your brother leaves, and Dad expects you to fill his place”
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At Constance’s house
“Well, that was a job well done” you smile, walking backwards, your brothers walking behind you.
“Saved your lives” Dean chortled, throwing open Baby’s door, and climbing in.
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You’d been on the road for about half an hour, Sam was looking up the message Dad had left Dean. Highway to hell playing over the speakers. It was peaceful. It felt nice, you had missed being the trio, you had missed your twin brother, but you knew he would be leaving soon. Dejectedly you let out a sign, breath steaming up the window.
“It’s called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado” Sam jabs his finger at the map, pointing out the area that was in the middle of nowhere.
“Sounds. Charming” You mutter, rolling your eyes. The boys ignore your sarcastic comment, Dean looks over at Sam, “How far?”
“Six hundred miles” Sam replies, you sink down further into the seat, the soft leather moulding around your body.
“Dean” Sam uttered.
“You’re not going?” Dean gruffly responds, turning Baby around, heading back to Stanford.
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You swap seats, sitting back in the passenger seat, Sam leaning through the window. “Keep me updated, yeah?” He smiles sadly, stepping back away from the car, and Baby’s engine roars to life. You watch him through the wing mirror, he’s stood in the same place, watching as you and Dean disappear. A single tear dribbles down your face. Dean glances over at you, reaching out he places his hand on top of yours. Dean has always said ‘no chick flick moments’, but he’s always had a soft spot for you. He comforted you as a baby, after your first break up, when Dad hurt you, when Sam left. Sam might be your twin, but Deans always had a soft spot for you.
A chill goes down your spine.
“Dean?” you look at him, your eyes wide, silently asking all you needed to ask.
“You felt that too?” He stares at you, the same scared yet puzzled look across his face. Suddenly he throws Baby around, travelling back to Sam’s apartment. “Somethings not right”.
As you pull up to Sam’s building, the windows are glowing, orange and red. Flames starting to lick around the top of the windows. Nightmares from when you were little flashing through your eyes, you can remember when Dad had told you what had happened that night, and now it was happening all over again. Silent tears had started to pour down your face.
“Sam!!!” You wail, opening the car door, darting towards the building as fast as your legs allowed you, Dean already ahead of you, feet ponding kicking up dust and sand from the gravel. “Sam!” you continue bawling. Dean slams his way into the bedroom, yellow and oranges tongues of fire reaching down almost lapping at your skin. Dean grabs Sam, pushing him out of the room, his wails of anguish as Jess burns ripples through your body.
“Jess! NO! Jess!” Sam weeps, as Dean continues pushing him out of the burning building. Your heartaches, maybe its because you’re seeing your brother hurt, maybe it’s a twin thing, but you swear that you feel Sam’s hurt, the pangs of guilt that ricochet through his body affecting you too.
It doesn’t take long for the fire truck to arrive, you hug your brothers close to you, glad that they are ok. Dean separates from the hug, staring at the burnt building, before walking behind Baby, opening the boot. You hear the familiar click of the shotgun being loaded. Sam starts walking over to Dean, you trail behind. Sam’s face is dark, covered in desperate anger. Sam looks over at you then at Dean, you hear him exhale, as he tosses the shotgun in the boot “we’ve got work to do” he hisses before slamming the boot shut.
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I love you
Dad!Bobby x reader
Summary: You had gone on a hunt alone, simple salt and burn. But when has a hunter’s life ever been simple?
a/n – Sorry, I really like angst fanfics! Hopefully I’ll be able to get part two to join the hunt out next week sometime, but bear with if not as I have a training course for work. Feedback appreciated :)
warnings – angst, demons, bleeding out, blood, blade.
word count: 1109
You had gone on a hunt alone, simple salt and burn. But when has a hunter’s life ever been simple?
“Fuck!” You yelled. You had just finished the salt and burn, the grave glowing oranges and yellows, the ghost haunting and killing young children put to rest, when suddenly a sharp pain stabbed you in the side. You looked down, a blade was stuck in your side, it felt like poison was flooding your body, you could feel your t-shirt getting wet with blood. ‘Fuck! Why are hunts never so simple’ you thought to yourself, the pain becoming more and more unbearable, paralyzing even.
You coughed a little, blood splattering over your hand and dribbling down your face. The coughing moved the blade within you, and a new wave of pain rushed through your body. Whoever or what had gotten you was hidden in the darkness, but you could hear it, footsteps getting closer.
“My, my, my” A deep voice emerged, surrounding you, it sounded as if it was coming from all directions. The creature stepped out in front of you, in body clad in a black crisp suit, dark red splotches scatted on the material. Its hair was slicked back, styled smartly. It emerged from the shadows, into the slight light the salt and burn was casting, blue eyes, switching and turning black, the smell of sulphur and rotten eyes overpowering your senses.
The demon laughed, more like cackled as it walked towards you. If you weren’t incapacitated you would have fought back, but the searing pain froze you to the spot you were stood in. The vessel the demon was occupying was definitely attractive, but that didn’t matter. The demon got closer, until it was a few inches from your face, it grabbed at your face, leaning forward, inhaling your scent. “My, my, my” it repeated again, leaning in towards you, its hot breath ghosting over your ear.
“Who would have thought that I would get the jump on the infamous y/n Singer” it whispered, its voice sweet almost melodic, but the sinister undertone was still there. “I can’t wait to tell your dear old father” it continues, running a finger over your cheek, down to your side, where the hilt on the blade was sticking out of you. Its hand wrapped around it, wiggling it up and down, the pain surging again, as your knees weakened, and you collapsed to the floor with a gasp. The blade puncturing more of your insides as it stayed in the demon’s hand when you fell.
“Oh, yes!” it giggles manically, “I can’t wait to tell dear old daddy, but first you get to suffer” It kicked you in the side, dirt and mucked adding and mixing into your wound. It turned to look at you, smirking before disappearing in a cloud of black smoke. You could feel the blood pouring out of your side faster than before, laying down you curled into a ball, trying to maintain body head. You could hardly feel your hands and feet by now, your body going into shock with the blood loss, but you willed yourself to dig around in your pocket, pulling out the phone, and calling the only man you had on speed dial.
The phone rings a few times, your close to giving up, conserving your energy, when a gruff voice finally answered.
“What have you done now, Idgit” The voice askes, the undertones soft and gentle, caring.
“Dad” you whisper, more blood pouring out of your mouth, you breath in shakily, pain rippling throughout you. “I need to visit you soon; it’s been too long” You try to keep your voice cheerful, not allow him to realise anything is wrong
“What’s wrong y/n” His voice is hard. Of course, you couldn’t fool your dad, of course the infamous Bobby Singer knew when something was wrong. The concern in his voice rolling in waves through the phone, you could imagine him now, standing in the yard, dark eyebrows scrunching in confusion.
“Nothing’s wrong Dad” You squeak out, before a coughing fit overtakes your body, droplets of blood being expelled out of your mouth.
“That’s Bullshit, y/n!” He yells, dad could always tell when you were lying, but you ignored him, continuing with the story, that nothing was wrong.
“I just wanted to call you Dad, it’s been awhile s’all” You whisper, energy draining from your body quicker after you stopped coughing. Though a smile planted itself on your face, thinking of your father and the memories you had with him.
Bobby takes awhile to respond, you can imagine the cogs in his head turning, trying to figure out what was going on and how to help you. But you knew you weren’t long for this world, and you needed to tell him one last thing.
“Dad” you gasped, it was getting harder to breath, your eyesight had started going black around the rims, almost like those stylised photos you saw every so often.
“I love you Dad” Your energy was almost depleted now. Body cold and blue, most of your blood on the floor underneath you. Your ears had started ringing, your brain going foggy. Closing your eyes, it was easier to concentrate on your father’s comforting voice.
“Y/n! What is going on?” He yells down the phone, impatience and fear radiating from his voice.
“I love you Dad” You responded, a happy smile slipping over your face as you got to tell him something you didn’t say often. A hunter’s life was one of gore and hard-faced people, not a life full of lovey moments, though you wished you had said that you loved him more.
You couldn’t open your eyes anymore, eyelids to heavy to move. Your chest felt like the weigh of the world was rested upon it, organs shutting down one by one. Your heart slowing, trying to pump the last remaining blood around your system, your lungs hard inflating with much needed oxygen. It was your time. “I love you, Daddy.” You mustered up the last of your strength, taking the deepest breath you could, before repeating the three little words you wished you had told your father more. Your soul started to slip from your body, the ache in your side becoming more distant, your senses becoming numb, fading. Your dads voice distant, yelling and pleading your name over and over again like a broken record. You smiled as darkness encompassed you, your life slipping away, peace holding your hand as you crossed the line between life and death. Happy as you got to remind your dad that you loved him one last time.
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1.2 Wendigo
Dean x Sam x gn! Winchester reader
Summary: Ever want to be included in the show, as a Winchester? Wait no more. Follow y/a, Sam and Dean through 15 seasons of saving people, hunting things the family business.
A/n - Second episode if up! I’m so sorry that this has taken so long, super hectic week, hope this is up to standard!
warnings: Follows the first episode of the first season. Death. Fire.
word count - 5359
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Recap:
“No… oh my god no…” He croaked. He stands frozen, as a sizzling noise overwhelms his senses, the smell of smoke as small black lines spiderweb across the ceiling. The lines connect, spelling out three words. Coming for you. Before suddenly igniting, engulfing the walls and Mary.
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“Dad hasn’t been home in a week” Dean explained, his face hardening with a seriousness.
“So, he’s working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He’ll stumble back sooner or later.” Sam answers quickly, his brain not fully processing the extent of Dean’s sentence.
“No Sam.” You added, “Dad’s on a hunting trip, and he hasn’t been home in a week.” Your twins eyes widen, the mutual understanding between the three siblings that this conversation has to be silent.
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Sam’s face is dark, covered in desperate anger. Sam looks over at you then at Dean, you hear him exhale, as he tosses the shotgun in the boot slamming it shut.
“We got work to do” He hissed.
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Now
Since leaving Sam’s burnt apartment and most importantly his dead girlfriend. Sam had been incredibly quiet, though with the gentle humming of the engine it hadn’t taken your twin too long to fall asleep in the passenger seat. You didn’t argue this time about the passenger seat being your seat, he’d been through a lot the past few days, (more than most go through in their entire lives), and you really didn’t want to start an argument that you knew would result in your head being bitten off by your slightly grumpy, taller lanky brother.
It had been a few hours since Sam had fallen asleep, Dean tapping his fingers on the steering wheel driving to the co-ordinates left by Dad in his journal, 35-111; blackwater ridge. When you had left originally, you had roughly 600 miles of rugged road and classic rock music to travel. By now you were about half-way, 300 miles left. The journey so far, hadn’t been so bad, the three of you had all been quiet, wrapped up in your own heads, Dean’s music playing through the speakers, apart from that the car was silent, well apart from Sam’s snorts. The last 100 miles or so, you had been staring out the window at the shrubbery passing by, though you could feel your eyelids getting heavy, lulling you to sleep. Well, that was until Sam suddenly jerked awake, a little squeal passing his lips before he started gasping for air.
“Are you alright?” you hear Dean’s gruff voice cut through the music, the first time he had spoken in a few hours, well apart from his singing, though you’re not sure if you’d really count it as singing. Your watching the two of them, through the reflection on the window, you notice Sam glancing over at your older brother, before he turns to look out the window, like you had been doing moments earlier.
“I’m fine” He responds dully, voice monotone, yet laced with a tiny hint of fear and a whole lot of guilt; it didn’t take a genius to figure out why he felt guilty either.
“Another nightmare?” You decide to dig, dig with Sam, dig him out of the depressive hole he’ll eventually find himself drowning in if he doesn’t talk. Sam doesn’t react, through you lean forward, between the front two seats; Dean catching your eye and glaring at you in the ‘big brother is taking charge; sort of way, when he notices you font have a seat belt on. Sam never answers you, but everyone in the car knows it was a nightmare, and everyone in the car knows that it in some way involves Jess.
“Do you wanna drive?” Dean joins in the digging, the pushing, the pulling. If one of you was going down into the dark hole, the rest might as well follow. Yet, before Sam can even answer, you’re jumping at Dean’s question, asking him to pull over and let you be in control. Sam laughs, it’s a deep guttural laugh, but its natural and happy sounding, and the tension in the car starts to dissipate slightly.
You realise that you’re getting nowhere, so settle back against the window, where you can watch the boys through the reflection. “Dean, not once have you ever asked me that!” you notice Sam’s eyes widen in surprise.
“Just though you might want to. Never mind” Dean responds, never taking his eyes of the road, his fingers start drumming on the steering wheel again. Of course, offering up baby was his way of helping make amends and although Sam never acknowledged Dean’s effort, you knew he was happy that the two of you were trying to cheer him up.
“Look, I appreciate that both of you are worried about me, but I’m okay, really” Sam smiles at the two of you, a slightly pink hint on his cheeks. It doesn’t matter though, seeing a small smile on his face means that tensions have fully disappeared, just like the eggshells you wanted to walk on completely vanished.
The three of you fell back into comfortable silence afterwards.
About half an hour later you heard the two boys muttering. “Maybe we shouldn’t have left Stanford so soon?” Sam frets, Dean glimpses over at Sam, confusion and slight annoyance sketched across his face.
“Sam, we dug around there for a week. We came up with nothing. If you wanna find the thing that killed Jessica-“
Sam quickly interjects “We gotta find Dad first.”
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An hour or two later, you spot a sign that reads ‘Welcome to lost creek, Colorado, National Forest’ Dean drives to the ranger hut for blackwater ridge, putting Baby in park, before the three of you clamber out the car. The boys do so rather elegantly, unfortunately for you, your legs had gone numb, and as soon as you stepped out the car, your foot gave way, making you face plant the floor. It took a few minutes for your brothers to stop laughing, before Dean offered a hand to help you up, though you ignored it out of stubbornness and pushed yourself up before brushing the dust off of your jeans. Muttering a quick “Ughh, I um. I meant to do that.” Which just left the boys in more laughter.
Inside the ranger’s hut it was dark, but the different woods melded together to give a warm inviting feeling.
“You three aren’t planning on going to blackwater ridge, are you?” A deep voiced asked, turning around you spotted a man, he must have been late 60s, his skin had winkles showing signs of a life well lived, but you could tell he had the eyes of a young soul, someone who hadn’t finished living yet. Dean gave a sheepish smile at the man, hand rubbing the back of his neck; Sam interjecting quickly before Dean fucks something up. He makes up a quick excuse saying “Oh, no sir. We’re environmental study majors, just working on a paper” before the three of you made yourselves suspicious.
“Bull.” Said the ranger gruffly, looking between the three of you, not believing the excuse Sam had managed to whip up on the spot. The ranger continued, in the same gruff voice as before “Your friends with that Haley girl, right?”
“Yes” you answer hesitantly, eyes flicking to the boys, praying that this time ranger Wilkinson doesn’t suspect anything. Thankfully he takes the bait. “Well, I will tell you exactly what we told her.” He states, looking between the three of you “Her brother filled out a backcountry permit saying he wouldn’t be back from Blackwater until the twenty-fourth, so it’s not exactly a missing persons case. You tell that girl to quit worrying, I’m sure her brother’s just fine.” He finishes pointedly.
“We will.” Dean responds, “Well that Haley girl’s quite a pistol huh” He chortles. “Actually, you know what would help is if I could show her a copy of that backcountry permit. You know, so she could see her brother’s return date.”
Ranger Wilkinson eyes all of you, he’s starting to suspect you all over again, yet he still goes to get the backcountry permit.
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It doesn’t take long for you to arrive outside of Haley’s house, Dean going ahead walking past the white picket fence, and up the porch steps, raising a fist he bangs on the door. A few seconds later a girl answers, not opening the screen. She has medium brown wavy hair, and a small slim face, Dean smiles at her “You must be Hayley Collins” he states “this is Sam and y/n. We’re ugh, rangers from the park service. Ranger Wilkinson asked us to come over, we have a few questions.”
“Show me some ID” She peers at the drivers license Dean shows her through the screen, though he doesn’t give her much time to scrutinise it, considering the fake ID reads ‘Samuel Cole’. She nods still hesitant, opening the screen door.
“Come on in”, she mutters stepping out of the way, Dean steps through the threshold first followed quickly by Sam, just as you’re about to cross into the house Haley pipes up “That yours?” She nods her head towards the Impala. ‘Ahh she’s a car girl’ you think to yourself ‘Dean will like her then’ you laugh to yourself, getting funny looks from those around you.
Once in the house, Haley leads the three of you to the kitchen, its décor is slightly outdated, with white wood and a big oval table in the middle, and unknown male is sat at the table on their laptop. “Ben” Hayley starts “this is Dean, Sam and y/n, they’re rangers” Ben glances up slightly, but he’s quiet, definitely the observant type, more like Sam then Dean, a think first and do it later kinda person, rather than a rush in and think later person.
“So, if Tommy’s not back, how do you know somethings wrong?” You question the girl, Hayley leaves the room, returning with a bowl which she places on the table. “He checks in everyday” she says solemnly.
“Maybe he was having too much fun and forgot” Dean suggested, with a little shrug of his shoulders. “He wouldn’t do that” Ben pipes up, Dean looks at him, really looks at him, as if he has x ray vision and can see into his soul.
Hayley snaps Dean out of his staring contest with Ben, pulling his attention to her. “Our parents are gone. It’s just my two brothers and me. We all keep pretty close tabs on each other.”
“Can I see the pictures he sent you?” Sam asks, Hayley nods grabbing her laptop. For the next half an hour or so Hayley shows the three of you the pictures and videos that Tommy sends the family each evening, he seems happy, enjoying himself the bond between siblings evident in the way they look out for each other. In ways you wish your family had the same dynamic but that would never happen, you didn’t have the normal apple pie life and the only reason you were all in contact was because the man who raised you had vanished.
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After you left Hayley’s and Sam had gotten the pictures and videos emailed to him, you all settled in at the local pub. It felt normal, people were playing pool in the corner cheering, a couple where having a chat and then there were the few drunk people in the back.
“So, Blackwater Ridge doesn’t get a lot of traffic” Sam starts a conversation on the case “But still this past April, two hikers went missing. They were never found.” Dean pulls out Dad’s journal placing the leather book on the table with a thud.
“Any others before that?” Dean questions. When it comes to cases, Dean becomes serious, unlike his normal jokey, flirty self. Reaching across the table you open Dad’s journal flicking through it as the boys continue, Sam pulls out a couple of newspapers, pointing at the dates as he reads them out loud, “Yeah, in 1982, authorities said it was a grizzly attack.”
“We all know that’s bullshit” you mutter, the boys snap their heads looking in your direction. “What?!” You question “It’s been happening every twenty-three years, unless a bear now keeps a calendar, I don’t think the disappearances ‘are just a grizzly” you lift your hands, in the air, wiggling your fingers up and down making air quotes.
Sam pulls out his laptop, pulling up Tom’s video, “exactly y/n, I re-checked out the video footage again. Look” he points at the screen, a shadow quickly darts across the screen, the outline visible through the tent.
“Do it again” Dean demands, Sam shows the video again, slowing it down frame by frame. “It’s three frames” you utter.
“Exactly! That’s a fraction of a second. Whatever that thing is, it can move” Sam responded.
“Told you it’s not a grizzly” you stick your tongue out childishly, laughing as Dean smacks you round the back of the head.
“One more thing” Sam mentions, shutting his laptop and reaching for another newspaper clipping. “In ‘fifty-nine’ one camper survived this ‘grizzly’” Sam turned and looked at you before you said anything, giving you a glare. “As I was saying, one camper survived this ‘grizzly’ attack. Just a kid. Barely crawled out alive.”
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After finding out who was attacked, you decided questioning him would give you the best chance of figuring out what was going on. The old man looked tired, his pale skin sickly and winkled.
“Look, ranger…ugh rangers” He corrected himself “I don’t know why you’re asking me, it’s public record. A grizzly attack.”
“The other people that went missing, those bear attacks too?” Dean digs, trying to find out more, the three of you knowing that the old man is not telling the full truth. The old man takes a puff of his cigarette, he’s stalling, thinking, trying to figure out how to answer. Dean doesn’t stop, doesn’t give him time to answer “What about all the people that went missing this year? Same thing?”
The old man still doesn’t answer. Dean keeps pressing “If we knew what we were dealing with, we might be able to stop it.” The man finally responds, “I seriously doubt that, and you wouldn’t believe me.”
“Mr. Shaw, what did you see?” Sam questions, leaning forward in his seat. You could tell the old man was about to spill everything you needed for the case.
“Nothing. It moved to fast to see. It hid too well. I heard it, though. A roar, like no man or animal I ever heard” His eyes are glassy, you guess that flashbacks are playing through his head, it must be difficult, remembering everything. “Why it left me alive I don’t know” He dips his head sadly, “did leave me this, though” He pulls back the collar of his shirt, three big scars are scratched across his chest, claw marks. He looks at the three of you before uttering his last words “there’s something evil in those woods. It was some sort of demon.”
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You arrived back at the motel after visiting the pub, the boys heading back earlier then you. You needed the space, as much as you loved them, it has been hard spending so much time around them recently. Dean normally only ever contacted you if he needed help on a case, and well Dad always made Dean relay his messages. Sam, well although he’s your twin and you did keep in contact, since he met Jess, he started responding less and less, you were thinking of giving up, going no contact. Well, that was until Dean rushed back into your life. You just didn’t want to get to close to them again, get used to them being in your life, to have to be back on your own, hunting things.
Opening the door to the hotel room, you saw the boys, they were still working. “Spirits and demons don’t have to unlock doors” Dean began.
“So, it’s probably something else, something corporeal” Sam counters.
“Corporeal? Excuse me professor”
“Shut up.” Having enough of their argument, you decided to weigh in, although a lot was going on in your head, you were still trying to figure out what in the hell you could be possibly hunting. “The speed that it moves… could be a skin walker, maybe a black dog. Whatever it is, it’s not a grizzly and it’s a creature. Which means we can kill it”
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Pulling up in the impala, Dean climbed out first, and argument already stirring between the two brothers. “We can’t let her come Dean” Sam snapped. Hayley had arranged a tour, her and Ben adventuring into Blackwater Ridge to find their brother. Dean wanted to crash it; Sam wanted to stop it.
“You guys got room for three more?” Dean yelled, a smug grin across his face, once he spotted Hayley wearing a pair of tight ass-hugging shorts. Of course, he’s thinking with his dick, you roll your eyes. After the introductions, Roy (the tour guide) storms ahead, talking about his hunting escapades and how he’s hunted buck’s and bears. If only he knew.
Dean starts to get cocky “Tell me, Bambi or Yogi ever hunt you back?” Roy suddenly grabs Dean, tugging him back. “Whatcha doing, Roy?” Roy still silent, picks up a stick and pokes at the ground, a bear trap suddenly springs to life. Roy smirks “You should watch where you’re going. Ranger.”
The boy’s storm on ahead. You stay back with Hayley, keeping an eye on the back of the pack, protect them from all angles. “You didn’t pack any provisions. You guys are carrying a duffle bag. You’re not rangers.” She reaches out and grabs your arm, halting you, the others too far ahead to care.
“Who the Hell are you?” Hayley interrogates.
“We’re siblings” you sigh. “Deans the eldest, Sam is my twin. Our Dad went missing, we’re looking for him too.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me?” Hayley exhales.
“We’ve been through some shit… Look it’s best not to get on with it. Let’s catch up with the others.” You end the conversation. From up ahead you hear Roy shout “Hayley over here.”
She darts off, you check the surroundings before running off after her, it doesn’t take long for you to realise why he shouted. The little camp site having been discovered, destroyed, bloody and clawed. “Definitely a grizzly” Roy states. You roll your eyes hard, Dean and Sam giving you a poignant stare, taking the hint you keep your mouth shut.
“HELP!” A yell echoes around the woods.
“Tommy!” Hayley yells back taking off in the direction the voice was heard. The rest of you following, but the three of you hang back a little, inspecting the area outside of prying eyes not in the hunting business.
“Boys” You whisper-shout drawing the attention of your two brothers, who were discussing what could have destroyed the tents. “The bodies were dragged from the campsite. But here” you walk forward and stop point at the ground, “The tracks just vanish.”
“That’s weird” Sam mutters, walking forward and bending down to inspect the drag marks closer.
“I’ll tell you what, that’s no Skinwalker” Dean states stepping forward towards the forest where the drag mark disappeared. “Which means” you continue “It’s also not a black dog”.
“Just what are we dealing with?” Dean questioned as you started to return to the camp, Tommy’s voice had faded and Hayley, Ben and Roy had decided to go back to camp for the night. Everyone walked in silence, just the crunching of sticks and dry leaves could be heard.
“Wait!” Hayley shouts, “Where’s our packs?” She swings around, staring at all of you, glaring even. “Is this some kind of practical joke” She continues, throwing her arms up in the air, exasperated.
“Do you really think we’d do this?” You growled, stepping towards her, pushing your face into hers. You’d had enough, this was dangerous, Dad was missing and now strangers with no idea of the supernatural are getting mixed up into the wrong things. Your tether had snapped. “This is fucking serious! Your brother is missing, or even dead. Sam with our dad. Maybe you were the one to hide everything!”
“Y/N!!” Dean roars, separating the two of you, before one of you kills the other. Though Dean has bets on who would win that one, and everyone knows Winchesters always win. “Enough. We need to stick together, not chew each other out” Sam cuts in. You knew they were right, but that didn’t mean that you were now going to be all pally with Hayley now.
“It’s smart. It wants to cut us off, so we can’t call for help.” Sam mentions after tensions ease, and everyone has their heads screwed on properly. “Wait. You mean someone, some nutjob out there stole our gear?” Roy questioned, confused but also frustrated in his mind they were still hunting a bear. “Maybe.” You mutter, trying to distract. You knew you really needed to talk to your brothers, see dads journal. But Sam, like always beat you to it, looking between you and Dean before saying everything he needed to with his eyes.
The three of you split off from the other three, not too far away to be suspicious, but far enough away to not be overheard. Dean passes your twin the journal, and it doesn’t take long for Sam to flick to a specific page, it’s got dads messy writing scribbled all over it and a first-nations style drawing, it almost looks like a scary stick figure.
“Oh, come on, wendigos are in the Minnesota woods or, or Northern Michigan” Dean almost laughs at the suggestion of one being found in the far west of the states.
“Think about it, Dean” Sam rolls his eyes at your older brother. “It can mimic a human voice, its fast, and smart”
“Great” You and Dean sigh at the same time before pulling out your pistols which were hidden across your person. “This is useless then!” Dean huffs
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It doesn’t take long for night fall to fall over the camp. Hayley and Ben are sat around the campfire, watching the embers dance within the smoke, before fizzling out. The heat the camp radiated was needed, the nights air cooled quickly and with supplies having been taken earlier the fire was much needed. Hayley prods at the fire, watching Dean work his magic, he was using a big branch, disturbing the mud around the site, creating symbols. You could see the questioning look in Hayley’s eyes and figure now was a better time then never to be civil (especially after earlier).
“Anasazi symbols” You muttered, watching the flames light up the small area of forest before the vast darkness that surrounded you. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Hayley, Ben and Roy, look over at you, curious gazes, eyebrows raising slightly. “Its for protection. The wendigo can’t cross over them”
Roy’s face slips from curious to a smirk, before his body starts shaking with laughter, his white teeth showing as he bends over, gun slung over his shoulder in fits of hysterics. He sarcastically wipes at his eyes. Though he shuts up quickly when Dean shouts over that nobody likes a sceptic.
Dean had finished drawing the symbols, all of you apart from Sam standing by the fire, Sam was stood outside the camp staring into the distance. It was silent, too silent. There was no sound, no wind, no trees talking, no animals. No nothing. Just silence, until a twig snaps; breaking the eeriness.
“Help me! Please!” A voice echoes throughout the trees. Sam’s head whips round, and it doesn’t take long before he’s joined the rest of you within the circle. “Help!” The voice echoes again, Dean’s face goes expressionless, hand on his gun. Sam grabs a torch and illuminates the darkness slightly.
“He’s trying to draw us out. Just stay cool, stay put.” Dean was using his stern voice, his big brother you’re in a lot of shit voice you ended up on the receiving end of a lot as a kid.
“Stay inside the magic circle” Roy barks. It’s not long until a growling sound is heard close to the camp, Roy points his gun randomly and shoots at it. “That’s no grizzly” He mutters, realisation finally hitting him. The wendigo is mad, infuriated even. It rushes around the camp site; Hayley starts to scream. Roy randomly shoots towards the rustling, again and again and again. “I hit it!” He shouts, jumping slightly on the balls of his feet, rushing forward to go and investigate what he had hit.
“Roy! No” You shout, darting after him, you can hear Dean behind you saying, “Don’t move” and its not long before your brothers also take off after Roy.
“It’s over here! It’s in the tree” Roy yells over before the wendigo reaches down and snaps his neck. It happens within the blink of an eye, one second Roy is standing there and the next his limp, dead body drops lifeless to the floor. You dart back to the safety of the camp, where Ben and Hayley stay, wide eyed in horror.
“So, we have a better chance in the daylight” You mention looking a the five of you sitting around the campfire. Sam leans forward, opening dad’s journal showing the two siblings sat opposite. Dean carefully explains the backstory, what a wendigo is, how its formed and many other questions that were running through their heads. By the end of the explanation the fire had started to dwindle, flames becoming smaller and smaller, and the five of you decided to call it a night.
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The crisp morning air was a nice invitation, it woke up the senses, made you feel refreshed, and it was exactly what you needed on a day of a hunt. The five of you had left the safety of the camp about ten minutes ago, Dean marching on ahead, fresh leaves crunching beneath boots, the sounds of animals and birds making the forest come to life.
“Guys” you call, looking over your shoulder at the others.
“What is it?” Dean calls back, even though he’s started trudging over the rugged terrain of tree roots towards you. Then they see the reason why you called them over, the blood claw marks were everywhere, every tree had them, the animals got quieter, the forest going silent, just like the night before.
“You know, I was thinking, those claw prints, so clear and distinct. They were almost too easy to follow.” Sam mentions, stepping forward running his hand over the broken bark. Nearly as soon as Sam finishes his sentence, the trees surrounding all of you start shaking, and a deep guttural growling gets louder and louder. Everyone reacts automatically, sprinting off in different directions, you end up with Dean and Hayley, when you run into the wendigo. Hayley’s screams being the last thing you remember.
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You groan and open your eyes, the area you’re in is dark, your arms are tied above you, you feel sore and tired, nowhere near awake as you were this morning. You saw Dean and Hayley slumped against the side of the structure you were being kept in; Ben crouched in front of Hayley. To your left, you saw your twin, knife in hand cutting through your restraints. It wasn’t long before you were let down and were leaning against the cool wall.
“Hey, you okay?” Sam questions the both of you, Dean moves slightly a small wince passing his lips, you just nod, looking at Sam, eyes questioning him.
“He’s gone” Sam mutters answering your question without needing to be asked.
You watch as Hayley walks over to another person hanging, she slowly touches his cheek. “Tommy” She whispers. Tommy’s eyes jerk open, and Hayley lets out a shriek, before her brother gets cut down. “We’re gonna get you home” She whispers to him.
Behind in the corner, Dean had spotted the stolen supplies, pulling out a few flare guns, chucking a few to you and Sam. The five of you start limping down the tunnel. Until the creature decided to rear its nasty head.
“We’ll never outrun it!” Hayley yells panicked.
“Alright, you” He looks at Hayley and her brothers “Stay with Sam and y/n. They’ll keep you safe” Dean lifts his eyes between the Sam and yourself, nodding a confirmation of the plan.
“What about you?” Hayley’s voice quivers. Dean just smiles at her, sending a wink, before the four of you leave him behind. Even in the worst of times that man still thinks with his dick you sigh. As the four of you leave Dean behind you can hear him taunting the monster “Hey, you want some white meat, bitch! I’m right here!”
It doesn’t take long for the wendigo to find you. You push the three siblings in front of you as Sam shoots his flare towards the monster, he misses, the red flare bouncing off the wall. You continue running, the monster stalking you down the tunnel slowly, like a predator waiting for its prey.
“Get behind me!” Sam shouts, pushing you behind his body, you stumble, and Hayley catches you.
“Hey” Dean shouts behind the monster, it turns around. You take your chance at the same time as Dean, shooting your flare gun, hitting the monster. It bursts into flames. Dean walks over to the four of you, ruffling your hair as he goes past. “Not bad huh?” He questions a smirk falling over his lips.
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Night-time has landed again, around the ranger station. Tommy has been piled in the ambulance that had arrived a few minutes ago, he’s sat on the back, legs hanging over the edge, a couple of paramedics fussing over him. Sam is off in the corner with Ben, the police are interviewing the two of them, the story is that a grizzly attacked the camp, and you guys went on a bear hunt.
You and Dean are stood near baby, having already been seen by paramedics, just a few scrapes here and there but nothing you couldn’t handle.
“So” Hayley starts, taking a small step towards the two of you. Though her eyes are focused on your older brother, and you can tell he’s intrigued, his green eyes following her every move. “I don’t know how to thank you.” Dean’s smile merges into a lascivious smirk, and you notice a small smile grace Hayley’s lips before she flirtatiously, looks up at him. “Must you cheapen the moment?”
Your brother’s smirk widens a laugh ripples through him. “Yeah” He smirks towards the girl. Hayley smiles at him, it’s like they’re in their own world, just the two of them, no one else. You notice Hayley lean in slight, before quickly pressing a kiss to Dean’s cheek; and you chuckle slightly when the two of them darken and flush red. Before she turns away, Hayley looks at you “I hope you find your father” She whispers quietly, whipping round joining Ben and Tommy in the ambulance, as Sam appears by your side.
It's peaceful between the three of you as the ambulance doors are shut, and the three siblings drive out of sight. “Man, I hate camping” Dean declared, Sam chortled before replying “me too”.
“Boys” you butt in, both men turning to look at you, sat in between them on the front of baby, “You know we’re gonna find Dad, right?”
“Yeah, we will” Dean smiles tightly, you can tell he doesn’t fully believe what he’s saying but you smile knowing that he’s trying.
“In the meantime, I’m driving!” Sam states, giving Dean a pointed glare. Dean tosses the keys over your head, Sam catching them as if it was the most natural thing possible. The three of you clamber into baby, Sam in the driver’s seat, Dean in the passenger and you in the back.
Let the journey begin!
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Crushing part two
Dean x reader
Summary: y/n has found Dean in a compromising position, Dean has found out about y/n’s crush. Not everything ends well.
a/n: I am so sorry this has taken so long! But I got there, busy ass week. Hoping to write more next week and get more things posted. Thank you to @megamall98 for the request.
warnings: angst, sex/adult themes, swearing
word count: 1268
Part one
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God her lips! I couldn’t get enough; they were rosy red and plump they looked just like theirs. Like y/n’s. And by chuck was this woman a good fucking kisser. I close my eyes imaging that I was kissing y/n instead.
It hadn’t taken long for me and the random woman I had picked up in the local bar to arrive back at the bunker. The alcohol I had consumed to forget my love for y/n was rushing through my veins. I probably shouldn’t have driven, I know y/n would kill me if she knew, but I need to forget about her; move on, and this chick on my arm was my answer. As soon as we entered the bunker, we were like teenagers, her body was clad in a little tight black dress, nothing like y/n would wear; it made it easier to separate hook-ups from y/n if they were complete opposites. I pinned her against the wall, my fingers dancing up her thigh, my lips pressing gently then hard, then gentle again against her neck until I reached the right spot and she moaned. My fingers continued their journey, playing with the elastic of her panties, fingers creeping underneath, playing with her clit.
We moved throughout the bunker, from the door to the kitchen to the floor. I pinned her arms above her head, sliding her little black dress up her body, before pulling off her panties. Her blonde hair was splayed around her, like a halo, she looked godly, beautiful even; but no where near as amazing as y/n. I closed my eyes, before peppering her neck with kisses, imagining y/n beneath me, my cock getting harder.
But that’s when the argument started.
A short gasp, followed by the slamming of the front door, gave away to someone intruding. I whipped my head around, and there they were. Fuck, I had forgotten about them; I guess my plan worked. But the flash of hurt, anger, confusion that quickly appeared on their face quickly pulled me to my senses. I clambered up off of the blonde on the floor, noticing tears at the corner of y/n’s eyes, before they suddenly turned around, running off, their feet pounding on the floor.
“Fuck! I’ve really screwed this up” I mutter to myself, pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration. I turn and look at the annoyed blonde, who was no longer attractive and was no longer getting any of me.
“I have to deal with this, look I’ll call you later Maria” I mumble, turning away to follow y/n. I don’t actually know the blondes name to be honest, and I also don’t have her number, but even if I did have her number I’d never call it.
Catching up with y/n is not as easy as it seems. Y/n’s fast, well they should be, they’re a hunter. But I’m taller, and my long legs give my advantage; like a predator chasing its prey. I reach out, my fingers ghosting their arm, but that’s all it take to grab them and yank them into my chest before spinning them around to face my direction. They don’t look at me, head hanging down, I hurt them. I know I hurt them. If I could, I would be theirs in an instant, but we’re hunters, we can’t live the apple pie life. We can’t live their dream.
I want them to look at me, I want to see their beautiful eyes, even if they show all the hurt I’ve caused them. “Look at me y/n” I growl, grabbing their chin gently with my thumb and finger, lifting their head up so their eyes can meet mine. My other hand lifting to move hair out of their face and brushing it behind their ear. Yet, they pulled away, like they were disgusted, grossed out. Like I was the sludge at the bottom of a bin.
“You’ve got to get over this crush thing” I yell harsher than I intend too, my arms waving between the two of us. Little do they know I’ve loved them for ages, but I can’t, we can’t. They want the apple pie life, and I can’t give them that, I want them to be happy, and they’d never be happy with just me. I miss the days where we were close, where I knew they didn’t like me back, where I was the only one getting hurt. Like the day where they fell asleep in the library slumped over a pile of lore books, hair scruffy like a mane around their face, a small dribble of drool escaping their lips, I missed the closeness between us, like when I picked them up, their warmth radiating off of them, their smell invading my senses. I loved the feeling of their skin on my lips as I tucked them into bed, kissing their forehead before whispering “I love you. Y/n” I miss the days where only I was the one getting hurt.
But now I have to break their heart.
“Look, y/n. I don’t feel… whatever it is I’m supposed to feel for you” I mutter, my heart shattering. I wanted nothing more to pin them against the wall and kiss them; tell them, show them how much I love them, but I can’t. They want the apple pie life, and I can’t give them that. So, I lie, through gritted teeth.
“But you told me you loved me!” They yell, eyes red with anger and hurt, oceans of tears pouring down their cheeks. Fuck, they had heard me that night, that’s what started all of this. Why did they have to hear me?
“I love you, y/n” I whisper, I see the hope in their eyes, and it hurts but I had to tell them I love them one last time, before I have to hurt them. “I love you so much…” My heart shatters, this isn’t the way I wanted to confess, damn why did I have to be a hunter, I want to give her that apple pie life! I feel frustrated, angry at myself at my life choices, I wish everything was different. “I love you so much… just not in that way” I finished. They gasped, stepping backwards slightly, stepping away from me, like they were wounded. I wish I could take care of them.
“I don’t want to lie to you, y/n. I care about you, I always will, but you and me, are never gonna happen.” I lie through my teeth. I reach out a hand, trying to at least wipe a few tears away, but they just slap at my hand, my skin starting to turn red from the contact. My hand stings, but the pain doesn’t hurt anywhere near as much as my heart.
I’ve got to finish what I’ve started, rip the plaster off. “Y/n” I sigh, lowering my arm away from them, “You need to move on”.
I can’t look at them any longer, I can’t see the pain I’m causing them, I should be the only one in pain. I leave, turning my back to them, I heard the thump of their body falling to the floor, the loud sobs as I walked away. I felt my hot tears burning my skin, as they break through my outer defences.
I try to convince myself that this is the best for them, for us. They can get the life they wanted, and I’ll go back to the only one being hurt. The way it should be, because Hunters like me, we don’t het happy ever afters.
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Day 1: First kiss
Sam x reader
Summary: Sam and the reader have been dating for a month. But how does their first kiss go? Will it go well, or could it end in chaos?
a/n: Start of my 30 day challenge! Though lets be real this will take longer than 30 days XD Hope you enjoy, I really enjoyed writing this, just wish I was able to write longer stories, and hopefully one day I’ll build the courage to write a series.
warnings: Firsts, gentle, soft, super fluffy!
word count: 1113
You and Sam had been dating a little over a month. You were taking things slow. You did a weekly date night when you were both free, going out for coffee, walks and movies. It was nice, and it was slow. Just like the two of you wanted. It had taken to the second week of dating for you to build enough courage to slide your hand into his. You remember the feeling, his hand was warm, and calloused, but soft and gentle at the same time. He was gentle, he didn’t clench tight around your hand, but he didn’t leave it limp. It felt awkward and first, and Sam looked like a tomato as your hand touched his, but he smiled slightly. His facial expression communicating how much he loves you, his eyes sparkling with happiness, showing the unspoken words between the two of you.
Currently, the two of you were sat on your sofa, a plush grey coloured thing that had seen better days, but you covered it with a crochet blanket, and it looked like it was new again. Though Sam didn’t care, all that he cared about was being near you, even if you were sat on the other end of the couch, a gap between the two of you.
You’re not sure what movie Sam had put on for this week’s date night. To be honest you weren’t paying attention, instead you were watching your boyfriend. The way he laughs, his lips stretching across his face, white teeth parted as a guttural laugh escaped from his chest, his eyes squinting and crinkling up. The way he bit his soft red lip when the movie amped up, and he waited on the edge of the seat, eyes fixated on the screen.
You took a deep breath, shuffling closer towards him, closing the space. Sam looked at you out the corner of his eye, a small smile gracing his lips. They entranced you, and you found yourself wondering what it would feel like to kiss him. Closing the space, you rested your head on Sam’s shoulder. You were stiff at first, and he froze when he felt your head lower down, resting against him. The most contact you two had, had since first dating.
“Relax y/n” He whispered, moving his head, and placing it on top of yours. You breathed out a sigh of relief, body easing, moulding into him. He was warm, comfortable and you knew you could spend your entire life curled up into the side of the gentle giant. The movie was ending, the credits started to roll, and you snuggled closer into his shoulder, nose in his neck breathing in his scent. He smelt of pine trees, with hints of amber and lavender. He smelt like home. He chuckled, dipping his head slightly and pecking your head. His lips were even softer than you imagined, and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks, embarrassment flooding you, so you tucked your head further into him.
“I’m sorry y/n. I should have asked first” He mumbled in shame, scared that you didn’t like it.
“I liked it” You breathed against his skin, causing a big smile to erupt across his face.
“What was that?” He smirked, having heard you clearly the first time, but wanting to see your face while you said it. You shuffled closer into his neck, breath fanning against his skin again, as you were about to repeat yourself. But his soft hand reached under your chin, lifting your head up, you closed your eyes, face and ears hot with embarrassment. “Open those pretty eyes y/n” He whispered gently.
You opened your eyes looking at him, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “So, what was that?” He continued, smirking a little.
“I liked it” You turned your head away, but he turned it back to look at him. You could see the happy smile spread across his face, his eyes showing all his adoration, his cheeks rosy. Your eyes flicked between his eyes and lips. God, you wanted to know what his lips would feel like on yours, and subconsciously, you poked your tongue out and licked your lips. Sam noticed straight away; you weren’t making anything subtle.
He moved his hand slowly, calculated. Making sure not to startle you, to not scare you away. Hand gently placed on the back of your neck, leaning in. You snapped out of your trance, when you felt his breath on your lips, your heart rate speeding up. Nodding at Sam, giving him permission, you closed your eyes. It felt like years before his lips touched yours.
They were plump. They were delicious, and you wanted more. But he pulled away.
“Are you sure your ok with this” He purred. You nodded, not trusting your voice, eyes fluttering slightly before you initiated the kiss this time, leaning in, placing a hand against his chest to steady yourself. You could feel the beating of his heart, it was fast and energetic, just like yours.
This time as your lips met you pressed a little harder, the gentle kiss was amazing, but you much preferred it this way. Feeling the pressure, as he pressed his lips back into yours. Your lips danced together, like they were made to be. You didn’t have to think about anything, in fact you didn’t think about anything. Your mind was surrounded by Sam, his smell, his touch, his taste.
He slipped his tongue out, tenderly pressing against your lips. You parted them slowly and he hesitantly entered your mouth, tongue exploring, until it met yours. Your tongues danced together, just like your lips did, fighting for dominance, and it wasn’t long until Sam won.
Though all good things must come to an end, and the two of you pulled apart, saliva connecting the two of you, your hand still resting on his chest, which was rising and falling rapidly as the two of you panted, gasping for air. His hand moved from the back of your neck, to play with a strand of your hair. You looked up at him, through your lashes. A beaming smile spreading across your face, Sam’s face like a mirror reflecting your expression.
You shifted around to your knees, putting more weight on his chest, leaning in quickly and pecking his lips. It was quick, lips ghosting against each other barely touching, and you just giggled at the pure happiness that was spread across Sam’s face.
“I’m guessing you liked that” Sam murmured. You smiled brightly, before snuggling back into his side, as he selected another movie. Sometimes the best date nights, were the ones that were spent inside.
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Eddie munson x Fem! reader
Summary: How you and Eddie became secret lovers, after being life long enemies.
A/n: This was my first ever request, and my first ever smut fic. I also think its one of my longest.
Warnings: Smut! Swearing, p in v, unprotected, daddy kink, princess, bj, deep throat, being eating out. A whole lot of dirtiness
word count: 3278
18+ Only. Do not read if you are a minor
Requested by: @punxunited01-blog
At Hawkins High school it was no secret that there was a hierarchy among the students. Everyone knew it, the teachers the parents, but the adults all decided to turn their heads away from it, pretend it didn’t exist. Of course, at the top of the ‘food chain’ were the jocks and the cheerleaders, known for their good looks, money or just how easily they’ll crawl into bed; they were the popular crowd, the crowd everyone (well almost everyone) wanted to be in, but only a select few were good enough for the clique.
Next in the food chain were the ‘normal kids’, the ones who weren’t jocks, cheerleaders or rich enough to be in the popular group, but also weren’t geeks, nerds or teachers’ pets. This group live in the shadows, faded into the background most of the time. Consisting of plain janes and plain johns, nothing too exciting about them. Sometimes the ‘normal kids’ could flick between groups, some had friends in the popular crowds, as well as the nerd crowd. To the group, the hierarchy was a pick and mix, they couldn’t move from where they were, but they could have friends in higher groups and be accepted a little more.
The third level of the food chain, the bronze medal is awarded to the nerds and geeks. The ones who love board games, role playing games or were just straight up teacher’s pets. This group tended to get bullied a lot by the popular crowd, and sometimes the ‘normal kids’ would join in with the jeering. They were unliked by the student population, but the teachers tended to love them, which made them even less popular.
And then you have the bottom of the tiers, the freaks. The ones who dressed differently, dark colours, band shirts and had their hair styled differently to the normal crazy big hair or mullets. The ones who did their own things, the non-conformists to society. This group was bullied the most and tormented by all. However, what most people didn’t know what that within the freaks there was a divide, a canyon that split the unpopulars into small groups; a whole hierarchy within itself. And at the top were the punks and the metalheads, opposite sides of the same coin, sworn enemies, fighting to be the populars of the unpopulars.
The metalheads leader (not that there were very many metalheads in Hawkins high) was Eddie Munson. A tall man, with long hair, that constantly looks unbrushed. He was bullied badly, but everyone who got to know him, always said he was a sweetheart. The leader of the opposition; the punks, was you. You and Eddie had known each other for years, since you were saplings, having gotten into many fights, arguments and detentions together in your younger years. Though as you entered high school, the two of you realised the best way to deal with each other, was to not deal with each other at all, to avoid each other; so that’s what you did.
You would sit on the other side of the cafeteria from each other, sending scowls and hateful glares. Mouthing swearwords as you past each other in the hallways, pulling faces at the rest of the group that the other hung around with. But what the rest of the freaks didn’t know was that the hate was all for show. Secretly, those heated glares and scowls, conveyed the opposite emotions of softness and admiration, reminding each other of the gentle touches only the two of you knew. It was your little secret. Though it wasn’t always this way, at some point the two of you truly hated each other, but that all came to a head a year ago.
~ A year ago ~
The bell had rung for class roughly five minutes ago, but like the rest of the freaks and unpopulars you stayed behind, waited for the rush of goody-two-shoes and bullies clear out, waiting until the hallways was relatively quiet. There were only a few people left in the hallways, the sounds of multiple teacher’s voices echoing through doors as they yelled at unruly students. You weren’t paying attention, you never did when the halls were this quiet, they allowed you to slip into your own head, enjoy your own company, well that was until you walked straight into a brick wall; well, what you thought was a brick wall. The one person you despised was stood over you, towering like a skyscraper, his long messy hair framing his face.
“Egh” you grunted, stumbling backwards, staring angrily at the shaggy haired giant in front of you. Face full of disgust. You wiped at your ripped jeans, as if trying to wipe the germs off of you. “Don’t touch me” you growled through your teeth, eyes clenching into a glace, staring into his brown eyes, trying to convey your fury.
“I didn’t princess, you did” He drawled, a sarcastic twang escaping his red plump lips, a look of satisfaction washing over his face as he could tell the nickname and tone of voice had your blood boiling.
“Say that again” You barked, referring to the nickname. A guttural sound escaping your throat, making you sound like a worked up wild animal, “I fucking dare you!”
Eddie just chuckled, a deep noise that send unwanted shivers down your spine. He was enjoying this, which just pissed you off even more. God, was he infuriating. His eyes stayed trained on yours, as he took a step forward, you taking a step back, the game of cat and mouse continuing until your back hit the cold metal locker behind you. His smirk deepened, as he caged your body in, leaning his head towards your ear, his lips ghosting against your skin. “You’re so cute when you’re angry” He whispered seductively, his deep husky voice drenching your body in a cold sweat, sending sensations straight to your core. You couldn’t think straight his smell intoxicating, and as soon as it entered your sense it was gone, he was backing up away from you before you were nowhere near each other. “Princess” He whispered, your eyes widening as you felt your core tighten in want, which just fuelled your anger. You stalked towards him, like a panther hunting its prey, yet Eddie didn’t move. Instead, he chuckled again, that deep chuckle that you hated and loved at the same time.
“You’re driving me out of my fucking mind, Munson” You grumbled half-heartedly, jabbing him in the chest with your pointer finger to accentuate each word, before throwing your arms up in exasperation. But before you could continue, Eddie had grabbed your hands above your head, backing you back against the lockers, the coldness of the metal, cooling your hot skin instantly.
“You bark a lot, princess. Wanna see how hard I can bite?” He ghosted his lips against your ear, biting slightly on your ear lobe, before pulling away. Slick started to coat your underwear as he teased you, and you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning. God how you hated him, how he affected you.
“I bet you can’t bite that hard” You challenged, lifting your head to meet his eyes, nose bumping against his, before your eyes hardened, challenging him to prove you wrong.
“I have many other uses for your pretty mouth princess. Well, other than you’re barking at me” He whispered huskily, eyes communicating that the challenge has been accepted.
“Like wha-!” You tried to respond, but you were interrupted by his lips pushing against yours, teeth clashing against each other. The kiss was sloppy, rough and aggressive, any leftover pent-up anger (or sexual tension on your part) being communicated between the two of you. Eddie, slowly loosened his grip on your wrists, allowing your arms to relax, your hands instantly going to his hair, playing with the scruffy yet soft strands. He slammed his hand against the locker to balance himself, the kiss breaking slightly when you jumped in surprise, drawing a small laugh from between his lips. You were separated for a couple of second before his lips were back on yours. He pushed his lips harder against yours (if that was even possible) and then suddenly he bit your lip hard, drawing blood. A small moan escaped past your lips, being swallowed by him, even more slick escaping your pussy.
Eddie smirked against your lips, continuing the unrelenting nibbling and biting, transitioning from your lips to your jawline and down your neck. Stepping forward, so your bodies were touching, the warmth radiating from his crotch was intoxicating, and you got wetter, when he started to rub his hard on against you, your clothes giving the both of you the friction you need. He pulled away from your neck, a happy smile across his face.
“Told you I can bite… Princess” He whispered, his swollen lips so tantalising and delicious.
“Bite me harder… daddy” You replied, preying that the new nickname (a big kink of yours) would not ruin everything happening between you. But it didn’t, instead hearing you call him daddy spurred Eddie on, eliciting a deep animalistic growl from his throat, and it was all that it took for him to grab your hand and drag you down the now empty corridor to find an abandoned classroom.
It wasn’t that hard to find a classroom, most of the west hallway being abandoned. Though the door was locked, yet a bit of jiggling on the handle, meant it opened with a swing. And as soon as it did, his lips were on yours, fighting for dominance as you crosse the threshold. Eddie kicking the door behind you, slamming it shut, guiding you backwards towards the teacher’s desk. Eddie winning the dominance competition when his tongue slipped past your lips.
Your back hit the corner of the desk, and you squeaked in pain, as it dug into your soft skin. Eddie pulled his lips away from yours quickly, eyes searching yours, almost like he was searching your soul. “Sorry sweetheart” He whispered as softly as he could, before pulling you forward slightly, his warm hands rubbing and massaging the area that hurt.
When he knew that you were ok, his lips touched yours, continuing his torment as his hands reached down, grabbing handfuls of your ass, before lifting you gently onto the wooden surface. His hands started roaming your body, as yours lifted to his neck, running your fingers through his hair. His fingers danced against your thigh, as you slowly moved your hands down, grazing softly against his covered chest, before dipping under the hem of his shirt, and touching is soft warm skin. The feeling of his skin against yours sent sparks flying, and you pulled your hand away quickly like you were burnt. But you craved his skin, his touch; and it wasn’t long until your hand was trailing under his shirt again, fingers ghosting down his torso, finding his happy trail and down to the cold metal of his belt buckle. Your fingers fiddle with the metal and soon Eddie’s pants were falling down around his ankles. He kicked them to the side, as he pulled away from your slips, hands pulling at the bottom of your t-shirt, before pulling it up and whipping it off of your head. His eyes widened as he spotted your bra, and it wasn’t long until it was thrown across the classroom, your nipples hardening and perking up due to the cold. He wasted no time, dipping his head down, and taking your right bud into his mouth. The warmth and wetness of his mouth around your sensitive nipple, as he pinched and pulled on your other one, pulled a deep moan from within your core, making you soak your underwear completely.
He pulled away from your chest, other hand coming up to play with your nipple that had just been in your mouth. “I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do now” He grumbled; eyes fixated on your body. He dropped his hands, watching as your boobs jiggled. He slowly started to slide his boxes down his legs, you stared, watching as his thick cock sprung free, pre cum leaking from the red tip. You stared in aww and apprehension, you had never been with someone of his size before.
“This cock isn’t going to suck itself” he grunted, his deep voice pulling you out of your trance, as you watched his hand slowly pump his cock, pre-cum taunting you. You slipped off of the wooden desk slowly, tits jiggling as you landed. “On your knees, princess” He ordered, hand on the top of your head, gripping your hair tightly as he pushed you to your knees. As soon as your knees hit the floor, (slightly padded by the jeans you were still wearing), he starts pushing your head towards his dick. You open your mouth on instinct, allowing him to push his dick as far in as possible, his pre-cum coats your tongue and you can’t get enough of the sweet yet salty flavour.
“You look good on your knees” he praises, as you swallow the whole of his cock, gagging slightly as he holds your head in place, groaning and moaning as your tongue runs up and down his shaft. “Fuck baby! Just like that” He moans above you as you continue deep throating him, head bobbing up and down on his dick, before he roughly grabs your hair and pulls your head back, smacking you face with his cock.
“Stand up princess” He orders, and you obey, muttering a small “yes daddy”. He throws you roughly against the desk, pulling down your skinny jeans. His fingers work their way under your underwear until he feels your slick. “Fuck” he moans, “Such a wet little pussy, all for me” he murmurs in a trance, before spreading your legs and using a finger to enter you, letting a small gasp escape your lips. He pumps his middle finger in and out of you a couple of times before adding a second one, wet sounds and breathy moans echoing around the classroom. He removes his fingers, and you whine at the loss of touch and pleasure. He chuckles as you pout at him, before sucking your juices off of his fingers. “Fuck baby, you taste so good” he moans, before bending down, moving your underwear aside even more, his hot breath fanning your pussy. Eddie flicks his tongue out and ghosts it over your wetness, earning a squeak and more slick to leak out of you before he dives in and roughly starts eating you out. Loud moans escaping your lips, as his fingers start to play with your clit.
“Daddy!” you scream, feeling the familiar tensing in your lower abdomen from earlier. He continues his ministrations, tongue lapping at your clit, fingers pumping in and out of your wet, sensitive pussy. “Daddy, I’m gonna cum” you moan loudly.
“Cum for me princess” Eddie mumbles into your pussy, the vibrations of his voice travelling up to your core, as he continues to roughly eat you out like you were his last meal. With one final lick, his tongue flicks your clit and then he presses against it, pushing against your sensitive nub. The pressure within you snaps, and you buck your hips slightly, squirming as your orgasm rushes through you, squirting slightly. Even as you’re coming down from your high, Eddie continues licking and eating up all your slick.
“Look at my pretty girl” He whispers, eyes staring at your naked body in admiration “Squirting all over the desk”. His lips, travel up your body, kissing over your hips and bellybutton, detouring to kiss any tattoos you have, before sucking at your clavicle, drawing a moan from your lips.
“Stop teasing me” you whine, as you rub your thighs together, trying to bring back the sweet sensation of friction between your legs, “I want you inside me.”
“Think you can handle me, princess” He questions, hand pumping his big cock, getting himself ready. Watching as his hand bobs up and down his cock, you nod your head eagerly in answer to his question. He steps forward rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your slit, teasing you, before pushing the head in. You moan together, before he crashes his plump lips against yours. “Fuck baby! You’re so tight” He murmurs between breaths, before pushing himself into you even more.
“Keep going” you plead, eyes staring into his. You could see the concern; the care and you nod your head in answer to his silent question. That’s all he needed, before he snapped his hips forward, pushing the rest of his cock into your pussy, his balls hitting your ass.
“Good girl ~ that’s a good fucking girl” He praised, spitting in his hand, and rubbing his saliva and fingers against your clit. He gives you a few moments to adjust before he nearly pulls the whole way out and slams back into you. He’s rough, yet gentle at the same time and his scent just intoxicates you just like earlier. He thrusts into you hard, tip of his cock hitting the right spot within you, making your eyes roll backwards into your head, small little moans escaping your bruised lips.
“What pretty noises you’re making for me… am I making you feel good?” He drawls. But when he gets no answer, he asks you again, voice deeper, “Am I making you feel good?”
“Y-yes” you stutter, drunk on his cock.
“Yes, what?” He growls, hand reaching out, and settling around your throat, tightening slightly.
“Yes, daddy” you cry out, not caring if anyone hears you. Eddie loosens his grip around your throat, going back to rubbing your clit.
“Good, girl” He praises, “You belong to me”
His hips thrust faster within you, his cock hitting your g-spot every time. He can tell your close, as your pussy starts to clench around his cock. “If you want to cum, you better beg” Eddie grumbles, coming close himself.
“Daddy, please!” You cry out, feeling the pressure build “Let me cum!” You scream.
“Cum for me baby, cum for me” He orders. Your pussy clenches tightly, the elastic band in your abdomen snapping, your hips, pushing Eddie’s cock into you deeper. Your arms racking down his back, nails digging red lines into his pale skin. “Fuck baby!” Eddie grunts, snapping his hips into you one last time, before he fills you with his cum, coating your walls. He falls on top of you, your body taking his weight, the two of you panting gathering your breath back.
“wow” you utter, drawing deep laugher out of Eddie, vibrations travelling through you.
“I can’t believe we just did that” You continue, hands playing with his curls absentmindedly.
“Why not?” Eddie questions, pulling his limp cock out of your sore and over stimulated pussy.
“Why?” you question puzzled. “Because we’re enemies, and we’re in the school” You laugh, smacking the man above you slightly on the chest, “and we’re in the school” you repeat, it dawns on you that anyone could have walked in, after you forgot to re-lock the door.
“Hate to break it to you princess” Eddie utters “But, we passed being enemies, as soon as we entered this classroom” he chuckles, pulling a laugh out of you, which you try to stifle as you feel his seed escape from you. You look up into his brown eyes, and smile before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss on his lips. “I love you, Eddie Munson”.
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Day 5: 100 word Drabble
Dean x gn!reader
Summary: waking up next to Dean
A/n: I know I haven’t posted in ages. Apologies, I’m doing my masters, and it’s incredibly stressful. Hopefully I can write a little more in the next semester. But today, I was bored in a seminar, so you’re welcome 😂
Word count: 101
Waking up next to Dean wasn’t something new. But it was something y/n, looked forward to everyday. The warmth of his toned chest against their back, the way he had his arm lazily thrown across them, pinning them to the bed (Not that they’d ever want to move). The soft little breathes he released as he slept peacefully along side them, the way his nose was peppered with freckles. Everything about waking up next to Dean was dream worthy. They might never be able to have the apple pie life, but to y/n, everything they wanted was right in front of them.