#Dean: this mother fucker got a head start how DARE

[satankilledmyghost]

I NEED MORE WOLFIE😭😭😭😭😭

(Love you tho. Even if you don’t write anything, because hello it’s me, I’m proud to read the finished products heahaehehe)

OR GIMME (or us*) HEAD CANNONS OF THEM AT A FUNERAL. that would be something I would PAY to see.

For some reason, I kinda want to just be in the mind of one of them. Just for a day. Yknow? And I’m also debating starting the series over, and I could be texting you this, but hey, I’m bored and too lazy to switch tabs rn. If you do post this, I wanna say hi to everyone. Hit me up. Please. I need more people to appreciate the wolf without thinking I’m into some wattpad werewolf books.

BITCHHHHH I THOUGHT U WERE A RANDOM ASS DUCKLING SO I WAS CONFUSED ABOUT THE TEXTING PART ABBSJSNA. I DIDNT KNOW YOU CHANGED YOUR USERNAME😭

y’all, say hi to my bestie. she’s a fucking nutcase but we love her nonetheless <3

okay, one, fucking reread weak hero. or imma go to your house and find you. two, here’s your request, but go see your therapist. three, don’t hate on the wattpad- yeah, i- i can't justify those.

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF DEATH, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, AND FUNERALS, HEARTBREAK, ANGST?

weak hero characters reaction to your death/at your funeral

donald na

you know that one time where kingsley went into donald’s office and trailed off mid sentence because he noticed donald was eating a loaf of bread and zoning out??

that’s his reaction you dying

no emotions, no crying, just an empty, numb feeling in his chest and he can only think of you and not really focus on anything else

he'll be doing something and thoughts like “they would really like this” or “they would fucking hate this” or just picturing your reactions to something that donald’s doing in the current moment will cross his mind

he'll replay past conversations and interactions with you an unhealthy amount of times, suffering through tears. whether he wants to admit it or not, you had an affect on donald.

if you die tragically(say, beaten to death over union bs or jumped or whatever), he’ll punish those mother fuckers. no mercy.

donald'll be more salty and short-tempered to everyone around him. even kingsley isn’t safe.

donald misses you, and he longs to be in your presence one last time, even if it means listening to you complain about how cruel he runs his union.

jake ji

will bawl his eyes out and will probably have a psychotic break down.

he’ll be mental, how dare the universe take you from him?!

the one thing in his life that isn’t tied to the union, you were his little slice of life

a tiny piece of this world that isn’t cruel, someone he can go to.

sure, jake’s got dean and the guys, but they can be assholes sometimes. the one person that would always be there, arms open wide and endless love just for him, you, is gone. and it won't ever change.

all of those late, spontaneous nights at the parks, you pestering him to get him to study, pulling all-nighters watching anime, walking with you to and from school, your bright smile, your laugh, all of those times that you and jake cuddled close and fell asleep. these things will never happen again and jake can't handle that reality.

jake will call you, desperate and foolishly hoping that you'll pick up your phone. but all he ever gets is your voicemail. if you had access to your phone, it'd be voicemail after voicemail of jake violently sobbing into his phone, begging, pleading for you to come back.

wolf keum

his body will have a reaction to your death, but his mind won’t catch up.

with news of your death, wolf will start to tremble, his voice will be useless, and his body is super tense. he might even start crying.

but while all of this is happening, wolf won’t be feeling anything internally. his mind will run blank as he tries to process the fact that you’re dead.

wolf's emotionally numb and the only coherent thought he has is “oh, they’re dead. is this how someone’s supposed to react? what i’m doing now? why is there tears? i don’t feel sad? okay. they're gone. you're gone.”

he saw you this morning. wolf walked you to school. what happened? is this a sick joke?? cause if it is, wolf will beat your ass to death's doorstep himself.

but it’s not a joke and that slams him when he attends your funeral. wolf will be in the back of the room, hands stuffed into his pockets and eyeing your sobbing family and friends warily.

wolf doesn’t participate, hell, he can’t even bring himself to witness you getting buried, but he stays for the eulogy.

just hearing what your friends and family have to say about you kills him.

but it’s also almost like a peace offering at the same time. in what wolf hears about you via everyone else, he realizes that the you that you were around him was only for him. you showed him sides of you that none of these people knew about.

if wolf walked out of your funeral with anything that day, it was a minuscule glimmer of bitter sweet pride that he was the only one that got to love that version of you.

forrest lee

he’s just pissed off. permanently.

cries himself to sleep over you, is sweet to your family at your funeral, and stays through the whole thing

he doesn't know how to process these emotions. grape might lecture him about the 5 stages of grief, but forrest wouldn't be listening.

he'd dig himself a grave, drown himself in whatever he could get his hands on to escape reality.

forrest would pull the dumbest shit and end up driving Hyeongshin into the ground with his carelessness and get beaten a millimeter from death by donald's hands.

but as grape and robin watch on in complete horror and shame, forrest would be on the ground oddly content because maybe, just maybe, donald will deal that final blow and he'll get to see you again.

jimmy bae

he’s a giant softie, he’ll cry until he’s a human raisin as soon as he gets the news.

he won’t say anything to anyone, especially at your funeral. sure, he’ll talk to your family, but it’s short and quiet.

jimmy would definitely stand at your headstone hours after your burial ends. he won’t say anything, but he’s there. and he desperately wants to know if you’re there, too, sitting on your headstone or standing next to him, leaning into his side like you always did when you were alive.

jimmy always complained about you wanting physical affection, but he’d do just about anything now to hear you pout until he let you hold his hand on the walk to school just one more time.

big ben

you broke him. i don't know how else to explain it. ben's screams still haunt whoever was in earshot to this day.

ben's typical optimism and emotional maturity in tough situations will be thrown out the window.

he can't even take care of himself. ben will be too busy laying, numb, in his bed to attend your funeral, but gogo and the others would force him.

bens eyes are dead and he scarily resembles a corpse as he just exists while your funeral commences.

he's a husk of the person he used to be, though it'll take a long while before he's able to start living again.

though, ben will never be the same.

alex go

he disappears. no one knows where he went or if he’ll come back.

ben will try the ocean to see if alex is there, and the first few times he might be, but alex quickly gets sick of being brought back home to where you weren’t there.

alex thinks that if he isn’t in your neighborhood, walking by your school, your favorite store, that cafe you love, you aren’t dead.

it’s easier to process your death if alex is away from all the things that reminds him of you.

alex would drag himself to your funeral and would comfort your mother as your father holds his shoulder and talks about all the things you’d say about alex to them. your dads voice would be wobbly and your mother would laugh through rivers of tears and say how giddy you were after a date with him you’d be skipping through the rest of the week.

if, one day, he does come back, alex won’t say anything. he’ll focus on bettering himself because if he couldn’t protect you from death, what use does he have?

teddy jin

teddy spends his days inside with co. he’s quiet about your death, but not the concerning type of quiet.

it’s almost like teddys pondering why you died, though the cause of your death is public knowledge.

oddly, teddy processes and gets through his grief healthy. he does become more quiet than he was before.

like jimmy, teddy would stand for hours at your burial site. he just can’t nail the reality that you’re gone, even though he sat through and talked at your funeral.

gerard jin

gerard would be suicidal. if he can’t bear the idea that his friend couldn’t perform in his band for one year over burned hands, gerard wouldn’t survive news of your death.

he wouldn’t touch his guitar, and his voice is too weak without you to sing.

he attends your funeral, though, and he tries his hardest to gain the strength to talk to your family.

his mom would hand him your journal/note that you wrote, adamant that this is something he needs to read.

and he does, but he wishes to god that he didn’t.

you wrote to him and about him. every little thing that you two did together, gerard’s quirks that you loved. hell, you even poked fun at him one time or another.

he clings to your words and there’s months of grief in store for him.

when gerard finally starts to get over your death, he’ll write the most beautifully grim song about you.

gray yeon

we’ve all experienced what stephan ann has done to gray, so his reaction to you dying will be almost the exact same.

but this time, gray has friends. ben and alex would help gray start to get back into living again. those two would take him out, starting small and hopefully working back up to what he usually would do before your death.

eugene and gerard would be the silent supporters, eugene being more apt to confront gray and directly asking him what he needs.

rowan and teddy are the two idiots in the corner trying to be serious, but rowan fucks it up and gets smacked by teddy. they’re a distraction for gray, even if for a moment, but a welcomed one.

gray would write to you, telling you about his day and what’s been going on that you’ve missed.

once he’s finished writing to you, he’d walk to your grave and set it down, a small part of him hopeful that somehow you’ll be able to read it.

once he’s more comfortable around your tombstone, gray will take time to sit down and talk to you instead of letters.

eugene gale

poor baby doesn’t know what to do :(

eugene would close up and shun everyone around him.

he’d be mute and refuse to open up to anyone, deciding that suffering in silence is the best way to go instead of bothering everyone else with his grief.

eugene might go as far as to be hostile to ben and everyone else, and that’s when they know something is wrong wrong.

eugene is in desperate silence at your funeral, grasping at air to try and stop himself from crying.

he takes notice of the flowers at your eulogy, oddly. you had never stated what you like regarding flowers, if you liked them at all, so eugene found it odd that there were extravagant bouquets for you.

but when he visits your grave, he’ll bring different types of flowers and, depending on how well the grass above your casket is growing, find out which ones you like.

there’s no logic to this, eugene is aware of that, but it’s something that reassure eugene that you aren’t totally gone.

after months, eugene would sit at your grave and rattle off facts and stories to your head stone just like he did when you were alive.

rowan im

rowan could barely survive through your funeral, having to leave multiple times from sobbing, and visiting your grave is unbearable right now.

he would force himself to stay bright and cheery. he’s the type to make sure that nothing that bothers him will show.

he needs to stay that one friend that can make everyone laugh, ya know?

but more and more, rowan’s grief would seep onto his mask and the group would definitely notice.

it’d start with one quiet day, and then the jokes are less and less, and then for a whole week rowan just gives up.

how’s he supposed to function when you’re gone? you’re his number two, the one person who would go along with his shit and have fun.

how’s he supposed to find fun in mundane things now if you’re not around??

#weak hero #weak hero webtoon #weak hero x reader

[nancydfan]

I’m reading the Red Meat script and I want to fling myself off a cliff. This is actual canon. Omg the love of Sam and Dean Winchester y’all

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #otp: it's always been you #the epic love story of sam and dean #I love how when Sam dies deans first idea is to die too #Sam: *dies* #Dean: this mother fucker got a head start how DARE

[ain-t-bovvered]

14x14 Commentary

Special episode where a bunch of tired and caffeinated Europeans ( plus a sleepy American) scream together, and then die and try to get on with their day ( lol AS IF)

Hello and welcome:

@purpleskiesandcherrypies  (Nat)

@dean-winchesters-bacon  (Kat)  good night babe

@waywardbaby  (Zee)

@ain-t-bovvered  (Giulia)

1 2  3  4  5  6  7  8  9  10  11  12  13

Giulia: Splash

14x14 Ouroboros

Zee: Can’t relive this. With Jack

Nat: I cry

Zee&Giu: I believe in us

Nat: Fuck this

Giulia: Ok sam

Zee: I do believe in us

Giulia: I ain’t got enough coffee in my blood

Zee: The end?? How dare he?

AAAND HERE WE ARE

[ Retro French pop music plays ] IS THIS A THING NOW?

Nat: Uhh...Mexico, Ellaaaa

Zee: Giuls, thoughts??

I see no wrongdoing here. The pasta is being dump into the water while it’s boiling. Garlic! YUM. That looks like too much sauce for that much pa- let’s be honest here, once can never be have too much sauce who cares. Ok I see olive oil, yellow bell pepper ( which is the best one ok) , garlic, onions, zucchini, and I think there’s parmigian cheese and *disgusted sound* cilantro, and a body....

Nat: Well, isn't that tasty

Giulia: ...I’M HUNGRY

Zee: Strike that

Nat: Fresh liver

Giulia: THE CILANTRO GUYS ! YUCK

[SIZZLES]

Nat: NO

Oh he’s making like fried liver, that was not cheese but grated bread ok ok I see you THAT LOOKS TASTY( you forgot the flour tho ok)

Nat: I'm more grossed out by the liver than the snake

Zee: Excuse me while I barf

Theeeey’re HEEEEEERE

Nat: Ohhh... babes

Zee: Shut. The. Fuck. Up

Giulia: those look tasty too

Creepy motherfucker , who is weirdly making me tingling with his cooking skill, : time to go Felix.

Giulia&Nat: A SNACK FOR LATER

Giulia: I WISH

Nat: NO How about no, He just left his meal cooking. Could burn the house down

Giulia: yeah real rude. Killing people and burning houses down

Nat: Mmmhh...snack

Giulia: Omg Jack’s plaid coat. Jack has amazing coats game y’all.

Nat: snacks

Zee: Three of them

oh...now they are all 4 of them ?

Nat: all of them,  well, no except one

Zee: Jack is a baby

Dean has a surprisingly soft steps. 

C: Oh no

I know Cass baby, that bitch fucked up a perfectly good pasta that’s what he did.

Giulia: Dean is us

D: Yeah who just let themselves be eaten?

Giulia: I’d let myself be eaten by you 

D: My money is on witchcraft.

R: Och, you, always blaming witches

D: Cause a lot of times is witches

Rowena basically : I was minding my glorious business when you whiny bitches called to beg for my help

D: Well we’ve been chasing this guy for weeks. What’s your point

Nat: Awww...Deano calm yo tits

Nat: Dean tossing things is my kink

Zee: Kinks again Nat?

Nat: Can you blame me? I'm FINE

Giulia: Hello castiel

R: Not enough Pantera posters for one.

Dean looking almost amused

Giulia: Coughing jack is my (1) fear

Jack: I’m fINe , I’M NoT dYinG . 

Nat: yeah, right, Jack

Nat: Dean..please!

R: Darling boy, everything means something.

Giulia: Be a dear and bring the snakeskin

Sam and Rowena research date night

R: You say [high pitched voice] ‘oh it’s just some magic and you think I’d leave it at that?’

Nat: Ahh..Sam puffing his chest

R: I’m more curious about how your brother is managing to keep an archangel locked away inside his mind.

S: Because....he’s Dean [read this as Batman]

Giulia&Zee: Dean is dean

Zee&Giulia: He’s fine

Nat: DEAN IS NOT FINE

Zee: Giuls. Shut up

Giulia: Zee 🖕🏻

DATE NIGHT!!

Look at them HAAAAANDS cradling the mug.

D: You know, I got to say, I got a pretty good feeling about bringing Rowena in on this one. I think her and Sam have a chance of cracking it.

me: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

C: They do have many books.

D: Yes, they do.

Zee: Worried husband

C: Hey Dean...

D: I’m fine....

ok ok ok ...I ADORE this shot! you’ll see this often in my feed , just fyi

C: What you're doing, even just sitting here and having a cup of coffee, is a Herculean feat. I can't imagine the willpower

Giulia: hey dean. Oh how I adore how he talks  

WHAT IS THAT LOOK DEAN

[Jack dying in the bathroom]

Giulia: JACK STOP FUCKING COUGHING

[Jack spitting blood] 

me : *stares in the distance, lost in my ptsd vietnam episode*

Zee: Are you really fine?

Nat: NO OF COURSE HE ISN'T

Cas is like.... DONT U LIE TO ME, i have no right to tell you this because of a recent stupid thing I did but DON’T LIE TO MY FACE

WHAT IS THIS LOOOOOOOOOOOOOK 

Zee: That’s what I’m supposed to say

D: ...That’s what we all say

Dean’s like.... yeah ok he can read right through me.

[ starting operation ‘ let’s lower our walls’ in 3....]

[....2......]

[......1...]

Giulia: Still even more convinced that they will use michael grace on jack

Giulia: Those eye lines are ruining me

D: There's this pounding in my head. It never stops. 

Castiel’s face:

D:  Michael's in there, and he is fighting hard to get out.

D: And I can't let my guard down... not for a second.

Me: I’ll cheer to that bro

C:  Well, that is not sustainable.

Giulia: THIS SHOW IS NOT SUSTAINABLE

D: ....It's on me.

Nat: IT'S NOT FUCKING ON YOU 

C: We are here to help you.

me: *SOBS*

D: I know that, and I appreciate that. I do.

[JACK STILL DYING IN THE BATHROOM]

Nat: fuck this

Zee: That kid is gonna die in the fucking bathroom

Giulia: U FUCKER STOP

Nat: IF... IF.... IF

D: If you don’t ....

THIS LOOKS ARE KILLING ME

D: We still have plan B

Nat: Fuck plan B

Giulia: NO ONE LIKES PLAN B

Zee: Coffin Ocean Done

Nat: NOT even plan B likes Plan B

Jack’s like : yo you finished with the eye fucking and feelings sharing so I don’t feel embarrassed by you two in public? 

Castiel’s like : I’m out with two problematic kids who don’t tell me nothing

Nat: EVERYBODY'S FINE

Dean:

Giulia: We are fiNe

C: Okay, um...these killings -- it seems like there's a ritualistic quality to the crime scenes, right? It's almost liturgical.

Zee: Greek there for ya

Giulia: thank you Mr.Portokalos 

D: Ah yeah. See that one I knew.

Dean...you cute fucker I swear

J: Anyone who could do this is a monster...I mean, even if they're human.

D: Looks like Sam and Rowena have something

Nat: Sam and Rowena have something wink wink

THEY DOOOOO ? (͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)

D: This is like an A.V. Club presentation.

Giulia: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH

J: What's an A.V. Club?

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH

C: It's a special group for people who do not play sports.

Giulia: I love the av club, where do I sign in?

Dean points at Cas “He’s the av club” [insert Oprah gif]

Giulia: IM DEAD

also how does Cas knows that? was that included in Metatron’s pop culture packet?

Nat: Of course he'll know

Zee: Jack is precious

R: Excuse me, boys, but this is a bit more pressing than your hilarious banter.

Excuse me Rowena , nothing is more pressing than their hilarious banter

CAS WHAT ARE U DOING , CONTROL YOUR EYEBROW

Giulia: clash of the titans. (Not gonna lie, I almost wrote clash of the tits). Just fyi

Zee&Nat: Of course you did

R: You know about Medusa?.

I’m sorry but....everyone knows about Medusa.  Ok ok this was mainly for the giggles and all because, you bet your ass that Dean would know who the fuck Medusa was, STOP MAKING DEAN THIS DUMB WHEN IT’S NOT REALISTIC.

Giulia: How caffeine is working

Nat: Because why else should the writers write this episode

Nat: Definitely...anything you want. Get on your knee. lol

Giulia: ...ooooh i can smell all the meta from here

Nat: They all gay for dick

Well Nat I guess….I mean... ...well that’s...that’s the goal

Giulia: U would all be gay for them

Nat: you not wrong

Giulia: MMMMMM

Nat: UHHHH FBI FBI

Zee: Fucking hell

Giulia: FBI FBI FBI

Nat&Giula: IS THIS AMUSING TO YOU?

Now turned on and scared Guy : No SIR

Cas: 

yeah that’s right call me Sir

Nat: Psycho penpal

Y’all my psycho text pals tho

Nat: you're not his type

Giulia: BITCH IM EVERYBODY’s TYPE

R:For the record, I don't love being included on his little hit list.

S: Apparently he can’t see angels

J: I’m not an angel

D: Close enough

C: So, if Jack and I approach Noah on our own, we -- we may surprise him.

Giulia: ABORT I DON T LIKE THAT PLAN

Zee: Happily surprised moose

Giulia: i’d get sloppy....( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Zee: I’m here for Sam’s short shirt

I’m here for them short of clothes 

R: I HAVE A PLAN

Giulia: WEE DOGGIE

Nat: OMG

Giulia: IS THAT JACK

Nat: THAT DOG IS SO SMALL IN SAM'S ARM

S: We -- We think he might have eaten something.

R: "We think"? "We think"? He means that it's my fault for not keeping an eye on the poor dear. He thinks that everything is my fault.

S: Can we not fight in front of the vet?

S: I mean, I guess it's not entirely your fault that you looked away!

R: He blames me for everything! I let his mother ride the Jet Ski one time!

WHAT IS THIS? AM I DEAD AND IN FANFIC TROPES PARADISE?

Nat: Wee Jackie Boy

Giulia: I CAN T

Zee: Sam got a dog and it’s his “son”

S: What are you doing?

R: Oh, I mean, I realize it's not...[Deep voice ]...pretending to be the FBI. [Normal voice] But there are other ways of doing things, Samuel. Plus...I thought my performance was quite magnificent.

Giulia: I NEED THOSE TWO TO FUCK 

Zee: The thermometer

Giulia: i bet he liked being a dog 

Giulia: *seeing just now Zee’s thermometer text*  THIS IS HORRIBLE TIMING

Nat: Did Jack just get something in his ass for this

Nat: YES

Zee: SO YES

J: Just wish I could've got it before she took my temperature.

Giulia: ...he took one for the team.

R: Oh, uh, a moment, Samuel. What did you do to that boy?

R: It's volatile magic, powerful, and it's stitched to him like some kind of parasite.I was curious before, but now I am worried, so I'll ask you again, Sam What did you do?

I can’t believe Rowena is lecturing Sam, and being right too

R: using dangerous, mysterious magic, regardless of the cost, that's a very on-brand me thing to do.

Nat: She's still so much shorter than him standing on the curb

Zee: Everyone is shorter than him

R: Of course, Samuel. Until very recently, I was the villain.

So I ordered this SamWitch extra spicy I guess.

Giulia: I REALLY NEED THOSE TWO TO GET IT OUT OF THEIR SYSTEM

Meanwhile scarred Jack :

Nat: That guy is creepy

Giulia: He’s so flamboyant loves every minute of it

Zee: That gorgon is a total bitch

Noah: "Helpless men" -- that's rich. No, I do eat ladies, too, but women have become so cautious lately. Must be all that finally waking up from centuries of misogynistic oppression. Good for them. Bad for you.

Nat: Ok but I like that

D: But if we cut off their head, then is more creatures gonna crawl out?

Ok but ...hey...legit question

....sam...

SAM

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?

knock first , kick doors later

Zee: Enter the angel of the lord

Noah a bit turned on and scared

Nat: does he do anything else

Nat: NO fair

Noah : demi-god actually

Zee: I’m a lover not a fighter

Nat: THEN LOVE HIM

Giulia: I DON'T LIKE THIS STORY

Nat: Slapping

Zee: Oh he didn’t

Nat: NO cas

#mood  #same

Nat: wHAT

Giulia: NO , WHAT

Zee: Real pleasure

Giulia: OH SAMMY IS HANGRY

Zee: Why is he kicking their asses?

Giulia: Stop making him bump his head

Nat: MICHAEL CAN GET OUT

Zee: Fuck yeah

Giulia: YAS JACK BABY

Zee: My baby is hurt

Giulia: ALL MY BABIES ARE HURT

Zee: Swallow Cas

Zee dON’T BE NASTY

Giulia: OH CAS KNOWS

Nat: I can't even see

this is painful 

Zee: Look how precious jack is

Nat: Dean's still too tall for the bed

Giulia: IM ANXIOUS . CAS IS ANGRY

Nat: POOR JACK THO?

Sam asking Rowena what to do is making me weak.

JESUS

Giulia: GOD DAMN IT. I CHOKED . that was scary

Nat: that's what she said

Nat: Cas wants to make up for it

Giulia: THERE ARE TOO MANY THINGS HAPPENING

[VIDEO] because I’m a sucker for these moments and you need to appreciate them more.

Giulia: We do too Jack

Zee: Special humans

Nat: sometimes we forget that too

Zee: Humans burn bright

Giulia: They are still human

Giulia: For a very brief time

Zee: He have to carry on

Nat: WE WILL NOT CARRY ON

Giulia: DAMN CAS

Nat: wHAT'S THE POINT

Nat: Jack has it right

Giulia: JACK IS RIGHT

Zee: It will hurt

Nat: Stop talking like that CAs

This scene is one of the best one , I can’t 

Nat: CASSSSSSSSS

Zee: Can Cas shut up already?

Giulia: IM CRYING

Giulia: MY GOD CAS

Nat: Jack calm yo tits

Giulia: JACK STOP SPIRALLING

Giulia: He s keeping the snake . LUCIFER SON IS KEEPING THE SNAKE. I DON T LIKE IT

OH....SOMEONE IS AWAKE

Nat: NO . WHAT STOP

Giulia: what is th

Zee: He woke up alright

 I KNOW WHERE I AM

Giulia: The screaming

Zee: He out

Nat: He's gone?

Giulia: OH NO. I DON T TRUST IT

Nat: NO

Giulia: DEAN DON’T PANIC

Giulia: OH SHIT

Nat: WHAT IS GOING ON

Giulia: OH FUCK

Nat: WELP MAGGIE IS GONE

Giulia: FUCK

Nat: WHAT THE FUCK

Giulia: DEAN BREATHE

Zee: Shut the fuck up

Nat: SHIT

Giulia: OH SHIT

Nat: DO YOU STILL WANT THEM TO BONE?

Nat: Michael!Rowena x Sam

Giulia: NOT NOW NAT!

Nat: SHUT UP NAT

Giulia: SHUT UP NAT .i can t watch this

Nat: Always taunting him. "come on sam, you can go harder than that, boy" .OH GOD SHUT UP NAT

Nat: FUCK YOU MICHAEL I HATE HIM SO MUCH

Zee: I fucking love him

M: It didn’t work out. It was him, not me.

Michael making promises.....DOESN’T WORK.

R: I’ll live either way

Zee: Sam is gonna off me

R: ..which makes dinner a little awkard

Giulia: GUYS I CAN T WATCH THIS

Nat: Fuck this

Nat: I'M HURT

Giulia: IM HURTING

Nat: how can americans watch it with commercial breaks?

M: Burning off your soul? You'll run out soon enough.

Giulia: i have no idea what to do

Giulia: How dare u

M: I am the commander of the host!   I am the cleanser of worlds!  I will not be challenged by a child!

You are a drama queen , that’s what you are

Nat: Of course

J: I'm not a child! I'm the son of Lucifer. I'm a Hunter. I am a Winchester!

Giulia: JACK

Zee&Nat: I am a Winchester

Nat: OH did he just swallowed Michael's grace

nat doN’T BE NASTY

Giulia: JACK IS GOING IN THAT BOX JACK IS SO GOING IN THAT BOX

J: Michael is dead

I don’t trust it

Nat: OH WINGS

Nat: I'm confused

Giulia: I DON T LIKE THIS

[after credits comments]

Giulia: PROMO. NOW

Giulia: AHAHAHA

Zee: What??!!

Giulia: NEXT EP IS GONNA BE FUN

Nat: I'm confused

Nat: Someone hold me

Zee: There there pats your back

Giulia: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT EP. IT JUST HURT ALL THE TIME .i’m sweating

Nat: I have no idea and I didn't like it

Zee: Hello. Are you new to SPN ?

Nat: What Michael is dead? Are we supposed to believe that?

Zee: No

Giulia: Jack worries me tho. And ya know the last ep of the season is called “Jack in the box”

Zee: Don’t go there

Giulia: How I cannot

Zee: Don’t know. Just don’t

Giulia: FUCK EVERYTHING THAT WAS A ROLLERCOASTER AND IM STILL ON IT

Zee: You’ll never get off

Giulia: That what he said

Zee: Stop it

Giulia: Fuck u all

And fuck spn

And dean

And sam

And cas

And fucking jack

I can t

*throw tables out the window*

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[dontshootmespence]

Supernatural AU: Episode 6 - Shadow

Part 5

“We’ve gotta keep out of sight,” Bobbie said, huffing as she led her brothers down various alleyways in the direction of their motel. “If anyone saw us at that warehouse and makes a connection with the body, we’re fucked.” With all the running they did, it amazed her how out of breath they were.

“We plan on staying in scenic Chicago for a while?” Dean asked, clutching the side of his head. Once they were a few blocks away, they slowed down, allowing Bobbie to pull a tissue out of her pocket and wipe the side of Dean’s head. “Would you stop?”

“No. You idiot. You’re bleeding.”

“So are you!” Dean grabbed the tissue from her hand and did it himself, leaving Bobbie to focus on her little brother. Though he protested, he allowed her to take care of him; she was good at it. “Guess the daevas didn’t like anyone bossing them around,” he finally said.

“Guess not.”

“Hey, Sam. Next time you wanna get laid, how about picking someone that isn’t eight shades of crazy?”

Sam winced as Bobbie dabbed a particularly sensitive part of his cheek. The daeva really got him; his cheek looked like it had been torn to shreds, with chucks of skin missing and muscles seeing a moonlight they weren’t meant to see. “Sorry,” Bobbie muttered. “I’ll take care of it when we get back to the room.”

“How about I wrap up your arms first and then you can worry about me?”

“Deal.” With how much she took care of them, she tended to neglect herself.

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When Dean opened the motel door, he saw a man standing near the window. “Hey!”

Flicking on the light, Sam and Bobbie walked right into their brother and saw the man standing there, heartbeats racing for a split second before they realized who stood before them.

John. “Hey kids.”

Bobbie froze in place, a mixture of gratefulness that he was still alive and anger that he hadn’t called since the last time boiling inside her. She couldn’t feel any one emotion for more than a few seconds before something else took over. She hasn’t wanted to believe that he was in town, not doing anything as they were ripped apart, but here was the proof.

Dean walked over immediately, wrapping his arms around their father like an anchor to the sea floor as heated tears streamed down Bobbie’s face. Her feet wouldn’t budge from the cold wooden floors and she watched Sam step toward him and breath a sigh of relief.

“Hey, Sam.”

“Hey, Dad.”

When he turned to Bobbie, she bit her lip so hard she almost tasted blood, welcoming the taste of copper as opposed to this. She pushed him away when he tries to hug her. “What the hell are you doing here? Where were you?”

“I just got here.”

She wanted to believe him, but it was hard to. “We were being torn to shreds.”

“Dad, it was a trap,” Dean interrupted. “I didn’t know. I’m sorry.” The fact that Dean felt he had anything to apologize for made Bobbie wildly angry.

John nodded and glanced between the boys unable to meet Bobbie’s gaze. “I thought it might be. I got there just in time to see the girl take the swan dive. She was the bad guy, right?”

“Yes,” Bobbie replied, tensing when her brothers addressed him with a ‘yes, sir.’ She couldn’t. She loved her father, but respect was another thing all together and she struggled with it.

“Doesn’t surprise me. That demon has been after me for a while.”

“What?” Dean exclaimed. Why hadn’t he told them?”

“It knows I’m close. It knows I’m gonna kill it. Not just exorcise it or send it back to hell. I’m gonna kill it.”

Sam was awestruck. For all their fighting, his hunting skills were to be admired. “How?”

“I’m working on it.”

Of course he didn’t have a plan. He never had a plan for the big picture. Or if he did, he never let them in on it.

“Let us come with you,” Sam said. “We can help.”

Shaking his head, John outright refused. “Not yet. Try to understand,” he continued quickly upon seeing their disappointed faces. “I don’t want you getting caught in the crossfires.” Bobbie huffed, earning a snap from John. “You can’t possibly understand unless you have kids.”

“What? I don’t? I was never allowed to be a sister; I had to be a mother. If you didn’t want us getting caught in the crossfires, let me fill you in – you failed. Miserably. Us staying out of the crossfire went out the fucking window when you started on this vendetta 20 years ago.”

Trying to diffuse the tension, Sam interrupted. “You don’t need to worry about us.”

“Yes, I do. I’m your father.” Again, he didn’t dare meet Bobbie’s eyes. She had a lot to say and a very loose tongue right now. “Last time we were together, we had one hell of a fight.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“It’s good to see you again. It’s been a long time.”

“Too long.”

Which could have been avoided if you acted more like a father and less like an assassin or a drill sergeant, Bobbie thought to herself. But whatever I don’t have kids so my opinion isn’t worth shit apparently.

When Sam stepped into their father’s arms, she felt a sense of peace. Just because she was angry beyond all belief didn’t mean that Sam couldn’t feel the fatherly love he’d been denied over the past few years.

He let go and attempted to hug her again but something pushed him back into the kitchen cabinets. With a thud, the daevas pinned him by his wrists and knocked Bobbie, Dean and Sam off their feet.

Every muscle in her body was throbbing with renewed pain but John screamed in pain as scratch after bloody scratch appeared on his skin out of nowhere. He’d put them through hell, but the louder he screamed the harder Bobbie tried to push herself off the ground and toward him. “Dad!” Nothing worked. She couldn’t move. These fuckers had her pinned.

Somehow, Sam got himself free of their grip. “Close your eyes!” Crawling across the room, he grabbed a flash bang out of the bag and used it. With a bright white light filling the room, the shadow monsters couldn’t be seen.

Smoke began to fill the room, choking them as Sam grabbed the weapons bag and threw it over his shoulders. He coughed uncontrollably as Bobbie and Dean picked John up under either arm and walked him toward the doorway and out of the motel room. They had to be quick. As soon as the flash bang wore out, the daevas could return.

Around the corner from the motel, the Impala was parked in an alleyway. “Okay,” Sam huffed. “We need to go. Hurry, get in!”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Dean said, blood dripping from his hairline and down onto his tan jacket. “He can’t come with us.”

Sam and Bobbie glared at him, astonished that he out of all of them was saying as much. “What are you talking about Dean?” She asked. “We have to go. All of us have to go.”

After everything they’d gone through to find John again, Sam wasn’t going to give up that easily. “We have to stick together.”

“We almost got Dad killed in there. It’s after him, not us. They’re going to use us to get to him,” Dean said, the words tying themselves in knots as he spoke. “He’s vulnerable with us. He’s stronger without us around.”

Bobbie wanted to smack them all. “ Family is it for us. We’re all going to do what we need for the better of the other. Should we all just walk away from each other and never contact each other again? Would that keep us safe? No!” She felt her voice start to shake and her muscles soon followed.

“Dad, no,” Sam begged. “We’ve been trying to find you for so long. I need…I need to be a part of this fight.”

“The fight is just starting. You’ll have a part to play.” He placed his hand on Sam’s shoulder, desperate to give him the strength he needed to walk away right now. “Trust me. You gotta let me go.”

Why did he make it so hard to trust?

Turning toward her, John grazed the side of Bobbie’s cheek with his thumb. “I know you hate me for it. For leaving you in charge all the time. But keep them safe. You’ve been doing a better job of it than I ever have or could.” With a quick kiss to her forehead, he walked toward his pickup truck and climbed in. “Stay safe, kids.”

After John drove away, they piled into the car and gunned it out of the alleyway and into the thankfully sparse traffic, peeling down side streets until they got to the highway. Sam said nothing and lightly grabbed Bobbie’s wrist, using a bit of gauze from the weapons bag to wrap up her wounds before wiping away a tear from her cheek.

In the front seat, Dean sat determined. He knew what he had to do. They had a mission and he had orders. Another job. Another focus. That was all he needed to keep moving. She glanced at Sam and saw the disappointment in his eyes. After the fighting they did all those years ago, he was just getting the love he deserved – letting it go again in an instant.

As the street lights flickered by, mesmerizing her, she wrapped her arms around herself and curled into Baby’s side door. Hearing her father say he was proud, if not in so many words, felt wrong and right at the same time. She so rarely heard from him that she was doing a good job. It was just expected. She wanted to sit back and revel in that feeling, but the anger swirled tighter and tighter. Just because she was good at keeping her brothers safe, didn’t mean that she should have to do it all on her own.

Tears threatened to fall again, when she remembered what Sam had said to her weeks earlier. We’re family. It’ll never be all on you.

If their father didn’t want to stick with them and fight this thing together, at least she had her brothers. Though she felt alone, she wasn’t.

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[lr-supernaturaladdict]

Abomination Ch. 03

Summary: What happens when the girl sent by the king of hell falls in love with the Winchester who refuses to love. What happens when she gets rejected by the older Winchester and she releases her inner demons. What’ll happen when the boys find out shes really a demon/angel hybrid after only finding out herself shortly before. Even being raised by the king of hell to know you were at least half demon didn’t prepare you for the roller coaster of loving and hating Dean Winchester. You only just begun to realize how much of an abomination you really were.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Chapter 3: Angel

Word Count: 3534

Warnings: Some Swearing

We were on the road for about 4 hours when Dean finally decided it was best to stop for gas. “Alright, everyone outta the car.” Dean said as he turned the key in the ignition.

“Ugh,” you stretched your arms and sat up from where you had been laying in the back seat. “Why are you choosing now to stop, I told you I had to pee an hour ago, you dick.”

“Need gas,” he was already at the gas pump getting ready to fill up the impala when you got out. “By the way sweetheart, you might wanna fix the shirt. I love seeing your ass and all, but I don’t think the little kids in there should see that much at their age.”

Your eyes opened wide realizing the shirt had risen up your back and quickly pulled it down as far as you could. “Mother fucker,” you basically yelled at him as his lip curled in a snarky smile. “You know all too well this is your fault, if you would have just let me bring back up clothes.”

“Not my fault you got your clothes covered in blood. Should have been more careful, princess,” the smirk that was present on his lips was just making you increasingly more angry.

Before you could respond you felt a large hand on your shoulder stopping you. “(Y/N), I have a pair of sweatpants you can put on until we get back to the bunker,” you turned your head to look up at the tall figure standing next to you. Sam was looking down at you smiling gently, his dimples defined on his cheeks. “I should have offered sooner.”

You smiled at him. “You’ve already been nice enough to lend me a shirt, you don’t need to do that.”

He let go of your shoulder and moved to the trunk of the car. “I know,” he said as he glanced back at you, opening the truck to pull out a pair of sweatpants from his bag. “I’d feel bad if anyone got the wrong idea.”

He held out his hand to hold them out to you and you blushed slightly taking them. “Thank you, Sam. They might be too big but they’ll work,” you quickly put them on and rolled the waistband as much as you could to keep the pants up. You looked down at your feet seeing that the pant legs were still past them.

“We’re almost home, you won’t have to wear ‘em that long,” Sam chuckled softly as he watched you bend down to roll up the pant legs.

“They’re perfect, just gonna grab my shoes and my phone before I head in. You guys need anything?” you walked past Sam and back to the back seat of the impala.

“Nope, I’m good,” Sam just held up a granola bar from his pocket as you turned back around to face him.

“Alright,” you leaned back against the side of the car and put your shoes on. “Dean?”

“Nah, I’m good. Just hurry it up sweetheart,” you looked back at him in time to see he had already finished putting the gas cap back on.

“Be back in a flash,” you smiled at them both before quickly making your way to the bathrooms that were on the side of the building. Your phone was off since yesterday before the hunt so you decided now was a good time as any to check it.

As soon as you had opened the door to the bathroom and shut it your phone started going off with notifications. You couldn’t help but sigh, it was always when you couldn’t talk when you were the most popular.

You did your business and washed your hands before looking at all the missed messages. The first one that caught your eye was from Charlie, your best friend.

“(Y/N), is everything okay? I haven’t heard from you in a few days.”

You chuckled softly, you and Charlie didn’t have a lot in common but you were both absolute nerds. That’s why you were such great friends, that and she cared when you didn’t message her for weeks at a time.

“I’m fine, just been out hunting with the boys. Glad to know that if you’re texting me you’re good.” you responded. She was the only person you really talked to that the boys knew about, even if they always tried to snoop on your phone and laptop.

You closed out of her contact and looked at the other messages. The next few that caught your eye were from your dad's mother, Rowena.

“Tell your father and those boys of yours to leave me alone. I love you darling but I can’t have them always asking me for favors even when it involves you. - Regards”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, love was something she had no idea how to feel. Your dad often told you stories of when she would try to sell him for three pigs, but went on about how he was a handsome child worth more.

You looked at the next text from your loving grandma. “Almost forgot to mention, I’ll be in Florida for the next few weeks. Figured I’d let you know so you can tell your father, I’d rather not talk to him right now. He’s still upset about the whole trying to kill him thing.”

You just shook your head and thought to yourself. “Yeah I would be too, you may be a witch but you don’t have to act like a bitch.” You didn’t even bother responding to her and just closed the message.

You noticed majority of the few that were left from your dad, dear old dad always did love to check in but before you opened his you noticed one from Castiel. You couldn’t help but smile, he rarely ever called you let alone texted, normally he would try to call the boys.

“(Y/N), when will you be returning. I found some movies that I thought you might like, one I’ve actually happened to watch before. I think you would like what the pizza man does to the babysitter.” you had to fight yourself from laughing. Castiel was innocent and you loved him for that reason alone, hell you may be part demon but you always had a soft spot for him. You remembered Sam telling you about how Cas’ only experience with sex was that porno and the chick that killed him.

You just shook your head smiling and responded. “We will be home in a few hours. Just, uh, don’t start watching that one without me. Okay?” You knew all too well it was porn, but you also knew how much you enjoyed watching it with others. You’d never admit to it though.

With how often Cas did things like this, especially in attempts to make you happy you couldn’t help but think about the first time you saw the blue eyed angel.

….

You woke up in the motel they were staying in after meeting the boys at the bar, they offered to let you stay with them due to the fact you were “Shit Faced”. You knew you could hold alcohol better than most but you needed to get an in with the boys, they loved a damsel in distress.

You faintly remember once you got to the motel they offered to let you wear their clothes, you almost refused but remembered you didn’t want to sleep in the tight ass dress you had on the night before. Which would explain the over sized green flannel you had on with only your panties on underneath.

“(Y/N), glad to see you’re awake,” you were sitting up at this point rubbing your eyes.

“I feel like death,” which wasn’t an understatement, you knew all too well how it felt to be on the brink of death. Never really understood how your body could heal the way it did, even after being stabbed in the heart with an angel blade, more than once.

Your eyes had barely adjusted when you felt a cold breeze next to you. “Who is this, Dean?”

“Her names (Y/N), thought you could tell being an angel and all,” he answered. He sounded far away, almost like he was outside but he was only on the other side of the room.

When you finally got your eyes fully adjusted you saw and man in a tan trench coat standing over you, he was tall much like the brothers but not as much. He put two fingers on your forehead and looked at you with a puzzled stare. “I can’t, I can’t even read her thoughts,” he slowly removed his hand and looked at you questioningly. It took you a moment before you could fully take him in, he was attractive. His messy raven black hair was brushed back and had slight volume to it. His eyes were a piercing blue that seemed to be even prettier than Deans emerald greens. His jaw was defined with light scruff and his lips were plump but almost chapped. “What are you?”

“Excuse me?” you stood up quickly, almost daring to get in his face. He was the angel your father had warned you about before letting you leave the confined space of your room, in hell. However, he did also make sure you were highly warded so you wouldn’t be detected. Looks like it worked just fine.

“I can’t read your thoughts and I can’t tell if you are human or not,” he tilted his head slightly to the right, squinting his eyes in your direction.

“Well sweetie, I promise you I’m nothing special,” you smiled innocently at him and reached up to pat his cheek. When your hand made contact with his skin you felt a light spark rush through your blood and quickly pulled away. You looked at your hand and then looked up to make eye-contact with the blue eyed angel. “I’m just a little ol’ hunter,” you shook your head and lifted the shirt you were wearing and pulled your panties down slightly to give him a look at your anti-possession tattoo. Luckily it was no longer red so it didn’t look fresh anymore. “See?”

His cheeks quickly flushed pink and he turned around quickly to face Dean. “So, are you going to tell me your name, oh angel of the lord.”

“My name is Castiel,” he began to walk to the other side of the room where Dean was sitting.

“It’s a pleasure Castiel,” you smiled sweetly in his direction and moved to the bathroom of the room. “And by the looks of it, you and Sam saw the tattoo last night while I was changing?” you looked to Dean before walking into the bathroom.

“Yeah sweetheart we did, figured you were a hunter like us,” he said before taking a long drink from his coffee.

“Well you figured right handsome. Did you also figure out I knew you weren’t real agents?” you were in the process of searching the bathroom for your discarded dress. “Stark and Banner, I mean really. I’m not dumb, Iron Man is one of my favorite Marvel characters. Not to mention I’ve seen the news, knew you were the Winchesters”

“So you’re a nerd too?” you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Some might say that,” you just shrugged to yourself when you finally found the dress hidden on the floor behind the door. “Helps make me more of a catch to a variety of people, men and women alike my friend.”

You shut the door softly before starting to unbutton the flannel shirt you had slept in. You heard a slight choke and then a chuckle from the other room. “Did you just say women?”

“You’ve never heard of someone being bisexual? It’s all about pleasure for me buddy,” you chuckled softly to yourself as you finished pulling off the flannel and putting your dress back on from the previous night.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and attempted to fix your hair when you heard the faint knock on a door. “Dammit Sammy, did you forget your key?” Dean huffed and got up from where he was sitting to go and open the door for his not so little brother.

Just as Dean opened the door for the hotel room you walked out of the bathroom. The brothers were talking quietly to themselves before turning to face you. Your eyes darted between the hazel and green eyes staring at you. “Everything okay boys?”

Sam cleared his throat while his eyes took in the way your dress hugged all the right places. “We have to take care of some things for the case we were working on, do you have anywhere you need to be? We can drop you off on the way.”

You smiled gently at the younger Winchester. “I appreciate the offer Sam, but I think I’d like to get to know your angel boy a little better if that’s alright,” you looked back to Castiel innocently.

Before Sam or Dean could protest Castiel spoke up, seeming almost excitable. “I can take her where she needs to go when she asks, I don’t mind staying.”

Sam and Dean glared at Castiel for one moment before looking to each other. It was Dean who spoke in his gruff, husky voice. “Yeah, okay. We left a card on the table for you (Y/N). Call us if you ever need anything,” he smirked slightly and you looked into his eyes, it almost looked as though his eyes were filled with lust and something else. Could it have been jealousy. No, not possible, he’s Dean freaking Winchester.

“Sure thing Dean-o,” you couldn’t help but smirk back at him. “Stay safe boys, I’m sure we’ll see more of each other real soon.”

You heard them both chuckle softly before turning to exit the room, finally leaving you alone with the angel. You couldn’t help but test your limits of the warding. If dad wanted you to stay with the Winchesters you had to get past their guard dog.

You turned to face the angel who had a serious look on his face, although you could see his eyes glancing up and down your body. “So angel boy, what do you do for fun?”

…

You were quickly brought out of your memories by a loud thump on the outside of the door and a deep voice. “YOU ABOUT DONE IN THERE?”

You shook your head and opened the door quickly. The man outside who had been knocking was taller and much wider than you. He had a full face and a dark salt and peppered beard. “All yours big boy.”

He scoffed and walked past you practically slamming the door shut. “YOU’RE WELCOME ASSHOLE,” you couldn’t help but yell and slam your hand against the door hard. The only reason you stopped was because you hear a soft crack. You realized you probably should break the door down just because he was an asshole, so you huffed again, kicked the door softly and walked back to the boys.

You were about halfway back to the impala when you heard your phone ring, recognizing the ringtone you quickly looked around to see if the boys had seen you and ran back to the other side of the gas station. Catching your breath before answering the call.

“Hello?” you kept your voice low incase someone could hear you.

“Hello Kitten,” you rolled your eyes at the pet name the british voice on the other line called you.

“What do you want Crowley?” you said irritatedly.

“Now is that anyway to talk to your father?” you could hear him making a tsk tsk tsk noise on the other end.

“Now is really not a good time, we just finished the hunt. Had my phone off and hadn’t had time to answer your texts. What do you need so urgently?” you rolled your eyes when you heard him chuckle.

“Can’t I just check in with my favorite person to make sure she’s alright, what kind of father do you take me for (Y/N)?”

“The kind that used to be crossroads demon.”

“Right, anywho. I just wanted to check to make sure the boys don’t suspect what you are, I heard about the little incident with the vampires, love,” his voice sounded sincere.

“No, but even if any of them did. Dean didn’t seem to mind last night.” you smirked slightly remembering the events of the night before in the hotel room.

“Oh yes, almost forgot that squirrel was the one you decided to bed with. You realize we once had a bromance, it’s quite awkward for me.” you could almost hear the disgust in his voice.

“Well for starters, Dean was a demon then and now he’s not. He may still have the mark which makes him more of an asshole, but that’s beyond my point. Human Dean and you never had an actual friendship… But who knows, maybe I’m just fucking him out of spite to piss you off,” you chuckled softly.

The was silence for a minute before you heard a sigh and a soft laugh on the other end. “You are your father's daughter.”

“You taught me so well, but anyways I’m fine. They’re fine and we’re on our way home, I’ll text you when I’m out of sight from the boys. Let me know if you have any other things you need taken care of in the meantime,” you looked around your surroundings before making your way back to the front of the gas station, knowing the conversation was almost over.

“Will do my pet, stay safe.. I love you,” you could hear him faintly say the last part.

You shook your head and giggled slightly at his awkwardness. “I love you too, Daddy. Bye.” you quickly hung up when you saw Dean standing next to the impala looking at you.

You looked around but didn’t see Sam anywhere, but as you got closer to the impala and Dean you felt a strong hand touch your shoulder, making you jump.

“JESUS FUCK,” you turned around quickly with your hand over your heart and saw the 6’4 moose standing in front of you hunched over laughing. “You ass.”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), really,” he stood straight slowly, looking down at you trying not to start laughing again.

You glared at him so hard that if looks could kill, Sam would have died right then and there. “It’s not okay, one bit.”

He chuckled softly and leaned down so his lips were only about an inch from your ear, you could feel his warm breathe against your neck and if made chills run down your spine. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” his voice was husky and thick. It almost sound as though it was laced with lust. “Also, whoever your Daddy is, he’s a lucky guy.”

Before you had any time to process what Sam had said he was in the passenger seat of the impala, smirking at you. You must have looked as confused as you felt when you looked over at Dean, who looked just as dumbfounded as you. He shook it off quickly though, not knowing truly what his little brother had said to you. “Come on (Y/N/N), let’s go.”

As you walked over to get into the backseat of the car you couldn’t help but get lost in thought. Did Sam really just say that? Did he hear your conversation with Crowley or just that last part? Would Dean be upset if he knew Sam had said that to you, would he be jealous?

You shook your head quickly as you slid into the backseat and watched Dean start his baby. You had to know what Sam meant, just not with Dean around. Dean could get upset and hurt Sam for talking to you like that, but what if worse then that, he simply didn’t care. What if you were just an easy lay to him? No that couldn’t be the case, could it? You and Dean had been only sleeping with each other for the last 8 months, at least you were only with him. Were you only a piece of ass to him? So many questions you had to get an answer to.

You sighed and leaned against the window of the back seat and stared into the sky. You just hoped what you thought wasn’t true, you knew if he hurt you, you wouldn’t be able to control the demon inside anymore. It made you wonder, what made it so easy to fight it before you met the Winchesters. You needed the truth.

You needed to know who your real mother and father were, even if it meant hurting Crowley. You needed to know how to fight the urges that just kept growing. The blood lust, the anger, it all kept growing. You needed to know why it was getting worse the longer you held it in.

You needed to know what truly made you such an abomination.

Chapter 4

Masterlist

#dean winchester/reader #Dean/reader #Castiel/reader #Cas/reader #sam winchester/reader #sam/reader #daddy!crowley/reader #Crowley/Reader

[closetedisaster]

Spoiler Alert! Random thoughts for Spn 12x20 ahead!

Didn't have time to watch it yesterday, let's get this show started, right? (AKA let's start the process of ripping my heart out during the finale right?) - waiiiiit.. a season one then!!? A first ever eisode then?? This doesn't sound ominous at all. Also look how cute our little hunters were 😍 - witches ep right? Ohh yeah the twins too in this ep! - Sneak Peak at Cas' omega gold eyes ( don't shoot me!) - Old Ladies are mean judgmental fuckers. - "little bit of both" is such a cliché 😑 - who tf actually keep creepy dolls like this in their house/guesthouse/hotel??? - everyone who appears within the first 5 min of a Spn ep usually dies so I'm trying not to get attached.. annnnd she's dead! U know what? I liked her! - Is she the twins' mother? - "Super Mario Power Up crap" Dean and his references! Also those hands? Those nail biting? Dean is worried af! And Sam too! - "when I looked at him, I did not recognize the guy staring back at me"...obviously Dean knows alllll about staring at Cas and getting stared back, he got that down in season 4 people! - Sam you're our genius baby, if anyone can fix it you can! - No no no, she is their mom!! - Euhm Sammy baby don't you know that Dean can only think about Cas for now? But damn I love you for taking care of Dean and helping him not keep his mind on what happened. - oh you did not just use that line! "Damn it Sam you and your puppy eyes and puppy lines!" ~ Dean probably. - Nooooo! Keeeeetch you fucking psychopathic asshole! - aww Dean 😭 damn, that was harsh! - oh it's a shifter, but damn! how can Mary stand torture like this!? - ohhh Sam Smith's goood. - "not weird.. at all" is the correct response - wtf??? - ouuuh I love her nail polish! Also that was some freaky shit - trying to sophisticate Dean? Never gonna happen! - oh Ketch come oooon, you've been actively working against her sons and her for someone who wants to kill them all. Please tell me the BMOL will be done this season itself? Even if I will miss Ketch? - low blow Ketch! - lol. Complicated is understating things. - that line was very much needed! Mary is very very complex despite half the fandom asking for her head. - Dean! Rookie move! Don't forget your fucking phone! - Old lady is now officially creepy af. - Will Dean even hear this message? 🙁 - Oh here's the real Tasha, she really died. - Noooooo... why do you do this Spn?? Whyyyyyy??? - Now Mary knows. Fccccck now she knows more. - Goddamnit! They all are on that board, and look Garth is too 😭 - 😍 Badass Mary is badass! - Yaaaaaas Mary! Noooooo Mary! Moral of the story: do not pause for dramatic effect! - This one's magic is new though, I fckng love Steve Yockey! - hmmm.. this one is giving me a bit of Evil Queen from OUAT vibes - Don't you dare kill Max off! - Max no! Don't do it! Don't you do it! - Noooooo you fckng assholes! Why would you do thaaaaaaaat! Fckng bring her back! Bring her back you hear? - Thank you Dean! - No... fuck fuck fuck! Fuck it all! They did not deserve this ok? They did not! - You 2 shut the fuck up! You've both died too many times and came back! - Yep, I knew it. He went dark side. Can't even blame him but.. THIS IS WHY THE BMOL WANT TO EXTERMINATE ALL OF YOU! - nope nope nope. Ketch can go fuck himself. Fuck it all. Fuck this whole episode! - ohhhh shit, the psycho bitch is back Final thoughts: - So Mary knows. Lady Whateverthefuckhernameis is back. Sam and Dean knows something's up. Cas is AWOL. - This was gloomy. - This was worthy. - This is why I love Steve Yockey.

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[iwantthedean]

Promised Land

Summary: Dean separates himself from Sam and Castiel while they search for a solution to The Darkness, and meanwhile crosses paths a fellow hunter he has never gotten along with. Pairing: Dean x OFC Word Count: 2215 Warnings: Language, implied smut. 

A/N: This is my entry for Mimi’s (@deansdirtylittlesecretsblog​) Trope Challenge. My trope is ‘enemies to lovers.’ It will eventually be a choppy sort of mini-series, but I wanted to try and get at least one challenge in on time, even if I’m cutting it close! So here is the first part. Side note, if you read Angeles, this is the story I imagined for Dean and the reader’s character during that story. If you haven’t read Angeles, you can still read this and not be lost at all. 

I've done my best to live the right way I get up every morning and go to work each day But your eyes go blind and your blood runs cold Sometimes I feel so weak I just want to explode Explode and tear this whole town apart Take a knife and cut this pain from my heart Find somebody itching for something to start

-- Bruce Springsteen, ‘Promised Land’

“This is my case, Israel,” Dean said quietly as he approached the woman sitting at the bar.

She rolled her eyes, as he expected her to do, and ordered another round for herself. She told the bartender to put Dean’s next drink on her tab, then kept quiet.

“I’m serious,” Dean said, this time a little louder. “I need this.”

Israel snorted. “You need this? You’re going to trail me to this POS bar – and don’t act like you just conveniently ran into me here, I know better. Way better. This is nothing but a slice-and-go vamp case, and the way I hear it, you and Sam have bigger fish to fry.”

She downed her second drink then, wished Dean a good night, and scooted off the bar stool. Dean watched her make her way through the crowded bar, and anger welled up in him. In all the years he had known Israel, nothing was ever easy with her. She was as stubborn as they came – then again, so was he. Regardless of that point, there was some kind of storm every time they crossed paths.

“You are a pain in the ass, you know that!” They stopped in the middle of the parking lot, Dean’s hand with a tight grip on her upper arm.

Israel shrugged his arm off and chuckled; her amusement with the situation angered him even more. “So you’ve told me, several times before. This is my case, Winchester. You want to help decapitate some vamps, you’re more than welcome. My guess is you’d rather become a vamp – again – than work with me though, so I guess I’ll see you around.”

She slid into her car then, that sleek old-school Dodge Charger that Dean had always been secretly impressed with, but never dared to tell Israel that. The engine roared as she drove away, leaving Dean to contemplate if he was going to keep trying to convince her to leave it alone or go back inside for another drink. He opted for the latter.

 In the morning, he woke up hungover and feeling as though a layer of sweat was covering his entire body. Dreams of Amara had plagued his sleep the entire night, leaving him with hours of restless sleep. He showered and got dressed, then checked his phone, ready for his daily check-in with Sam.

Something came up. Have fun on the vamp case.

Frowning at his phone, Dean read the message again, and checked the number it was from. Yes, it was actually from Israel. Still trying to figure out what could have come up that she would have abandoned a hunt for, Dean went ahead and dialed Sam.

“Hey, Dean. How’s the vamp case?”

“Uh, taking a new turn, actually. Listen, Sammy, is there any way you can find out where Israel’s at right now, without her knowing that I’m looking for her?”

Sam paused for a moment. “Probably. She still have the same number?”

“Are you kidding me? She’s a dumbass about that, she always has the same phone and the same number.”

“Nice to see you two still hate each other,” Sam chuckled. “Yeah, I’ll see what I can dig up. Need help on this case? Cas and I can –”

“No. I’m good. You and Castiel keep doing what you’re doing, and I’ll keep my distance. We agreed this was best, remember?”

Sam nodded, though Dean couldn’t see him. “Yeah, I remember. I’ll, uh, keep you updated about Israel.”

“Thanks.”

Dean ended the call and started packing up his things. He wasn’t ready to check out of the hotel yet, but once those vampires went down, it was probably he was going to need to get out of town quick.

 Although it was normally months if not a year or so between meetings with Israel, Dean crossed paths with her again just a couple of weeks later. They showed up at the same police station at the same time to question about the murder of several well-to-do businessmen in the area.

Israel smirked, that same smirk she always had when she knew that he was irritated with her for one reason or another. It irritated him even more.

“We can’t really have a knock down drag out in this parking lot, so you’re going to have to make a quick choice. I gave you the vamp case –”

“Much to your convenience,” Dean interjected.

“—so you’re going to leave me with this one.”

Dean took a deep breath and looked around. “How about you tell me where you had to go in such a hurry that you let me take that other hunt, and I’ll consider letting you take this one?”

“You mean after you had Sam track me, he didn’t tell you where I was at?”

Dean looked shocked for a moment and Israel took his hesitation to her advantage and headed into the police station. Dean cursed and pulled his phone from his pocket as he got back into the Impala.

“I thought you were going to tell me when you found Israel,” he nearly-growled at Sam.

Sam cleared his throat. “Right, well, she was unavailable to do that hunt with you and it was a personal thing. She wasn’t in any danger, so I let it go.”

Dean frowned, his free hand on the steering wheel. “But you do know where she was?”

“Yeah, I know.” Sam gave Dean the information he had, and once Dean was in the know, he decided he would have done the same thing in Israel’s position.

That didn’t mean, however, that he was going to let her just take this hunt from him.  

 An old-school stakeout on foot got Dean enough information to figure out what motel Israel was staying in. He would have much rather driven, but figured she knew well enough to spot the Impala from miles away.

The Charger wasn’t in front of her room, so he picked the lock on the door and let himself inside. Wherever she was, she had been dumb enough to leave her laptop and all of her notes on the case right out in the open. Dean took a seat at the table where Israel’s things were laid out and started reading through her notes.

She had managed, it seemed, to get quite a bit of information from the police about the men who had been killed. She was mapping out their connections, and just when it seemed that Israel was on to something, it all stopped.

“What the hell …” Dean whispered under his breath.

He searched through the paper pages strewn over the table, but the before he could process anyone else was in the room, he was on the floor in a chokehold.

“Are you kidding me?” Israel seethed. “Breaking and entering isn’t a new offense for you, Dean, but I never thought I’d be the victim of it!”

Israel was quicker and perhaps stealthier than he was, but Dean was stronger. He took hold of the arm around his neck and peeled it away, holding tight to her wrist. He maneuvered so that he was kneeling over her, sure that he looked absolutely idiotic trying to grab for her other arm while Israel waved it back and forth out of his reach. He made a lunge for her free arm but she dodged him, socking him across the chin instead.

Dean groaned as he rubbed his chin and tasted blood on his tongue. Israel stood to her feet and made to kick him, but Dean hooked his arm over her knee and dragged her towards him. That was a mistake, since she was able to throw and connect two more punches at his face before he threw her over his shoulder.

“Enough, Israel!” Dean bellowed as she kicked and punched at him before he dropped her onto the bed. “Enough!”

She stood from the bed and shoved him away. “Tell yourself that, you mother fucker! You broke in here and Lord knows you were going to steal my research and my hunt!”

They were both breathing heavy; Dean took a moment to really look at her. The overhead light was dim, so he sidestepped to the bedside lamp, holding his hands up in surrender so Israel knew he wasn’t coming at her, and turned the lamp on.

“What the hell happened to you?” Dean asked, his voice far more gentle than any tone he had ever used with Israel before.

She cleared her throat and self-consciously ran her fingers over her split lip. Her face was beginning to swell, from some kind of beating, and there were bruises around her neck. Her clothes were sullied with dirt and grass and leaves. Dean guessed there were more injuries he couldn’t see.

Israel cleared her throat as her breathing slowed. “You probably saw that my research came to an abrupt stop. I figured it out. There was a coven of witches, hired out to kill cheating businessmen. They all had the same mistress. She’s safe now. She’s definitely a whore, but she’s safe.”

Dean frowned. “And the witches?”

That haughty smirk that he couldn’t stand to see graced her beaten face. This time though, Dean felt something tighten in his chest at the sight of her smirk and shining eyes.

“I said there was a coven of witches. I didn’t get all these injuries just trying to take ‘em down.”

“Well, I guess I should thank you for taking that over. Witches are definitely not my favorite.”

“I know,” Israel nodded.

They stood awkwardly for a few moments before Dean came forward and reached out to wipe away the blood from her chin with the pad of his thumb. Israel hissed in pain.

“Sorry,” Dean winced, “I thought it was blood from your lip.”

“It’s all right. I would have thought the same thing. Didn’t even know my chin was banged up.”

Dean inspected it a little closer; he could see her shoulders tense from the corner of his eye. “You need stitches. Three or four, probably.”

“Great,” Israel sighed. She ran her tongue over her bottom lip before looking up at him. “You have somewhere to be, or you want to help a fellow hunter out? You know, since you did break in here and you planned on stealing my case.”

It was Dean’s turn to smirk. “I thought you got me back for that by attempting to beat the shit out of me?”

“Attempting?” Israel teased, wiping over his cheek and coming back with a trace of blood on her hand.

Dean rolled his eyes. “Have a seat, tell me where your first aid stuff is at. I’ll stitch you up, then be on my way.”

 Although she didn’t want to admit it, Israel appreciated Dean staying behind and stitching up her chin. It ended up requiring five stitches, and the angle would have been too awkward for her to do it herself. He surprised her, though, by cleaning up the dried blood from the rest of her face and fixing her up with an ice pack for her lip.

His hands were gentle as they mended the cut on her chin and examined her split lip. While he checked out the rest of her face, Israel got a good look at his eyes for the first time in a while; she had forgotten how green they were. Perhaps Dean Winchester was a stubborn jackass ninety-nine percent of the time, but she realized she hadn’t known anyone as long as she had known him. That happened in the hunting life though, so she tried not to think too much of it.

“You should get yourself some ice, too. For where I decked you.”

Dean shrugged. “I’ve taken a few licks in my day. You should get in the shower, take one as hot as you can stand it. It’ll help with the sore muscles over the next few days.”

“I know the routine,” Israel said, standing from the chair. “I’ve taken a few licks in my day, too.”

Dean nodded. The silence that surrounded them this time wasn’t so much awkward as it was full of tension. Israel had always figured the years of hate and bickering were building up to something with Dean, but she assumed neither of them would ever live long enough to see it play out.

He sauntered towards her and ran his knuckles down his jawline. “If I said I needed a shower too and suggested we save water and shower together, would you deck me again?”

Israel’s mind was racing far too quickly to conjure up a spoken response. Instead, she looked up at him and shook her head. When she was finally able to speak, she took another step, closing the gap between them entirely.

“I’m already pretty sore,” Israel admitted. “Maybe you could help me get undressed?”

With his eyes locked on hers, Dean reached for the hem of Israel’s plain t-shirt and slowly pulled it over her head. Before the garment hit the ground, his lips were pressing against hers, eager and wanting, yet mindful that he had just cleaned up her split lip. He pushed her back towards the bathroom, the both of them shedding their remaining clothes as they went.

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[holylulusworld]

The morning after - Part 1

Summary: Reader wakes up next to the Winchesters…naked. Like always - after the fun there will be consequences.

Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam, Castiel

Warnings: language, implied smut, smut (flashbacks), unplanned pregnancy (wrap it kiddos!), angst, sad reader, jealous reader (a bit)

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Waking up your head feels like it got hit with a baseball bat. Your mouth tastes like whiskey mixed with the taste of someone else’s tongue.

Flinching you realize you’re completely naked and your whole body feels exhausted.

Turning around you see someone lying next to you…naked. God what did you do last night?

Trying to figure out who lies next to you, you tilt your head. Oh god…Sam…Sam is laying next to you…a naked Sam.

Ashamed you turn around only to see Dean on the other side of the bed…naked too.

Fucking shit what did you do last night? According to your soreness and exhaustion you assume you had sex … with both men.

Hiding your face in the palms of your hands you try to calm down. Your mind is racing and your head is spinning. God how did you end up in bed with your hunting partners?

The hunt…whiskey…a lot of whiskey. Trying to focus what happened last night you close your eyes.

You drank with the boys and then you played... oh fuck Dean suggested strip poker. You remember Dean won; of course he won that little fucker.

You were left in your underwear. You remember kissing Sam to at least keep your panties…

You remember Dean kissing down your spine…then…nothing…blank…

Fuck what did you do? Groaning you take a deep breathe … Maybe you didn’t fuck them?

But the sticky feeling between your thighs tells another story…oh god you didn’t use protection? Shit, shit…you’re on birth control…but shit!

Wait did you take your pill yesterday? Oh god, did you?

Whining you try to remember but all you can remember is Sam eating you out…fuck he was good at it! Focus, Y/N, goddamn focus!

But the next thing you remember is Dean switching places with Sam and shit his cock … fuck … so deep inside of you. Groaning he fucked you into the mattress.

Focus…did you take your pill? But your mind is busy showing you Dean and you moving in sync while Sam is watching and shit you came so hard and then…no, no…then you fucked Sam too. Awesome!

He was even bigger and rough…shit Sammy was rough. You never thought he would … fucking shit focus! Did you take your pill?

Whining you try to remember anything useful, but all you can see is Sam and Dean fucking you in the best way possible.

“God what did I do? Fuck!” You mutter.

“Correct Sweetheart!” Dean chuckles.

“Dude! Not so loud!” Sam groans.

“What did we do?” You whisper.

“We had fun last night.” Dean answers.

“Dean we crossed a line!” You mutter.

“Sorry but you were so hot and half naked…” Sam groans kissing your shoulder.

“I think I need a shower.”

“All three of us.” Dean chuckles wiggling his eyebrow.

“Not a chance, I can’t remember much but I’m beyond sore.” You scold.

“What a pity. Maybe we should make you remember?” Dean groans before kissing you roughly.

“Did one of you use protection?” You ask.

“Shit…not.” Sam stammers. “Dean?”

“Fuck…no…we were too busy…shit. Birth control?”

“I’m on pill but I can’t remember if I took it yesterday.”

“Wait you swallowed a pill before we drank whiskey.” Sam says and you sigh relieved.

“Thank Chuck!”

“So shower all three of us?” Dean insists.

“Dean I’m sore and maybe we shouldn’t do this again…” You whisper.

“But you had fun too.” Sam whines.

“I barely remember the fun! I was beyond drunk…”

“You said you want us … both.” Dean insists.

“I can’t remember.” You lie.

Jumping out of the bed you almost run into the shower.

“Do you think she regrets last night?” Sam asks sad.

“No, she lied. Can see through he façade. She’s a bit ashamed I guess.”

2 weeks later

Watching the boys flirting with another chick you feel anger boiling up your stomach. They fucked you and told you you’re something special and now they… well after the fight the morning after you guess Sam and Dean aren’t interested any longer.

Sighing you watch them until…oh god…Why is your stomach rumbling? …shit… Running into the restrooms you say goodbye to your dinner. What’s wrong with you?

Since over a week you feel exhausted, your stomach rumbles and…oh no…god, please no.

Leaving the bar you storm toward your car. There was a drugstore nearby the motel.

After buying a pregnancy test you drove back to the motel. Starring at the positive test in your hand you start crying. Sitting on the bathroom floor you don’t know what to do.

“No, no.” You sob.

“Hey, what’s up Y/N?” Sam asks concerned. You didn’t realize they came back too.

Sobbing you show him the positive pregnancy test.

“You’re pregnant?”

Nodding you start crying. “Don’t cry, maybe it’s wrong.” Sam tries to sooth you.

“Hey, whoa what did you do Sammy?” Dean grunts.

“She’s pregnant.”

“Baby, don’t cry. Does the father know?” Sam asks.

“What? I don’t know who the father is!” You yell.

“So many guys?” Sam asks again.

“No! Only you two in the last two years. I didn’t have sex with someone else! How can you think … I’m not a whore!” You sob.

“I thought you’re on birth control.” Sam says.

“I am and you said I took my pill.”

“You see…I’m not sure.” He stammers now and Dean eyes widen.

“But you said you saw me taking my pill! If I would’ve known I could’ve taking plan B!” You yell at Sam.

“I’m sorry. Didn’t want to kill the mood, so I lied.” Sam admits.

“Great! Now I’m pregnant and got no clue who knocked me up!” You grunt. Starting to cry again you can’t stop the tears from falling down. Honestly you always wanted a baby, but not like that.

“Hey, we’re going to fix this.” Dean tries to sooth you.

“Fix? A baby ain’t a car!” You grunt.

“Do you want to keep it?” Sam asks softly.

“I don’t know…” Sniffing you wipe away the tears. You already made your decision seeing the two blue stripes.

“You want to keep it - right?” Dean says smiling.

Humming you look at the test again. “Don’t worry I’ll leave the bunker. Still got my old hut.” You whisper.

“You won’t leave pregnant with my baby.” Sam orders.

“Minutes ago you thought I fucked so many guys that I don’t know who the father is.” You snap at him.

“Hey Sammy didn’t mean it that way. Let’s bring you home. Castiel can check the baby and we make an appointment for an ultrasound.” Dean whispers. Picking you up he carefully places you on the bed.

“I should leave. You two don’t want a baby with a one night stand.” You whisper.

“How dare you calling the mother of our child a one night stand!” Sam scolds.

“But that’s the truth. You were head over heels for the chick at the bar. I was just an easy lay for one night, nothing more.”

“We weren’t head over heels. She was a vamp. Killed her outside the bar.” Dean explains.

“Oh…” Casting your look down you play nervously with your fingers.

“Let’s drive back to the bunker and Cas checks on you. Tomorrow we’ll make an appointment for you to see a doctor.” Sam says softly.

“Okay…”

Smiling Sam picks you up to carry you toward the Impala. “I can walk Sam.” You scold.

“No, you didn’t feel well.” Placing you into the backseat Sam sits next to you.

“Lay in my lap, I’ll stroke your back. I read that this can help a pregnant woman relax.”

“You read an article about pregnant women?” You ask giggling.

“Always be prepared.” Sam states.

“Not always…”

“Sorry, this is all Dean’s and my fault. We were too hot and bothered … too eager to finally be with you to think straight.”

“I decided to drink so much and if I remember right I kissed you first…well to keep my panties.”

“But in the end you lost your panties too.” Dean says chuckling.

“Not funny Dean.”

“Come one Y/N it was funny. Now I’ll drive us back and then we make you feel comfortable. But first Cas will check on you.” Starting the engine Dean looks in the rear view mirror at you smiling.

“We don’t know who the father is.” You whisper.

“Doesn’t matter. We are the father, both of us. So don’t worry, we’ll take care of you and our baby.” Dean states not excepting any argument.

Back at the bunker Dean drags Cas out of his room to check on you.

“Cas please check on Y/N she’s pregnant from one of us.” Dean pleas.

Smiling Castiel touches your belly. Closing his eyes his features darken.

“We’ve got a problem. There are two babies. Y/N is pregnant with a new vessel for Michael…” At this words Dean starts smiling and Sam sighs disappointed.

“…and a new vessel for Lucifer.” Castiel ends his sentence concerned.

Sam looks at your stunned form, hugging you tight he can’t stop smiling. You’re going to have his baby and well Dean’s, but you’re going to have a baby with him.

“Oh god…two babies?” You whisper scared.

“Shhh…we’re going to make this work.” Dean tries to sooth you. Gently stroking your back he locks eyes with Sam. Nodding Sam let go of you so Dean can hold you tight.

“How can Y/N be pregnant from both of you?” Castiel asks confused.

“Well…we…had sex together.” Sam blurs out.

“Oh…I see.” Turning crimson Cas casts his look down. “We need to keep her safe. Not just the demons will be after her, the angels too.”

“She’s our girl, the mother of our children. We’ll make sure she’s safe.” Dean states holding you even tighter.

“We kill everyone who tries to come close to her.” Sam adds. Kissing the crown of your head he smiles again.

“Wouldn’t it be better if I just leave…”

“No.” Dean says tighten his embrace.

“But we only had sex as we were drunk!” You insist.

“I wasn’t drunk and Sammy only had half a whiskey. We just…we know we shouldn’t have taken advantage of your drunken state but we always wanted you.” Dean rasps.

“Oh…you wanted me?”

“Always…we just agreed you’re off limits, but when you kissed Sammy and then me we couldn’t resist any longer.”

“Do you want to do it again?” You ask biting your lip.

“God, yes.” Sam groans behind you.

“Then we should do it sober this time as I want to remember every detail...”

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