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why-what-no · 2 years

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Safe At Last Part 2

Part 1

Pairing: Morpheus x Reader

Warnings: Siblingly violence

Summary: Morpheus finally gets to be with the woman he loved. However, he also finds out who took her from him in the first place. Second part to This Fic.

Requested by: @writing-fanics

Morpheus knew that the Dreaming was difficult for the mortal mind to comprehend. They were so used to their little lives that the concept of other Realms could sometimes drive them insane.

But he has to admit, (Y/N) took it very well. She was shocked - which was to be expected - but she had been willing to listen.

That was one of the things that he had always liked about her in every incarnation. She was very open-minded about the supernatural.

"And are you going to keep me here?"

He supposed that was a good question, since he had brought her here without explanation.

"I would not force you to stay. But you need to know that your life would be in danger if you were anywhere else."

"In danger?" She looked scared, and all he wanted to do was comfort her. "From who?"

"I don't know, but..." He hesitated, wondering if he should tell her about their pasts together. He didn't want to scare her away.

However, Morpheus knew she had the right to know. He guessed that the whole reason all of that had happened to her was directly because of him. So it would be cruel to lie to her about it.

When he explained her past to her, she had a much harder time believing him. But eventually, she did. She didn't magically remember their relationships before her deaths, but she told him she would stay.

Once she understood what was at stake, there was no doubt in her mind that she was safest in the Dreaming. And despite the fact that he was probably partially responsible for her apparent past deaths... she could help but feel safe with Morpheus around. She didn't doubt that her instincts remembered him, with how comfortable his presence made her.

***

Those feelings only increased as she continued to stay with him. Finally giving in to her feelings, the two former lovers were reunited in this current lifetime.

And they were happy, both happier than they had been in years. There was a sense that things were finally how they were meant to be. That Morpheus and (Y/N) were meant to be together, which neither of them disagreed with. She couldn't imagine living without him.

That was part of the reason it took her so long to ask about her past lives. The sadness of even considering her death and leaving Morpheus alone wasn't something she wanted to inflict upon him. But her curiosity overcame it.

"I don't know." Morpheus responded when she asked why it had happened. "I tried to figure out, but it was always when I was here in the Dreaming when you were... When it happened."

"Oh. Okay."

He wished he could tell her more. "Do you remember anything? If not about your other lives, then what about when that car nearly hit you?"

"I don't..." She tried to remember. "It was a normal day. I called a friend, umm... got a free sample outside of a restaurant, I... there was someone with cool contact lens. That's all I really remember."

"Cool contacts?"

"Yeah, they had yellow eyes."

Morpheus froze up at her words. When (Y/N) asked what was wrong, he just shook his head. "I just remembered something, I'll be right back."

"But, I..."

"I will back right back." Morpheus assured her, kissing her quickly before disappearing to do whatever he needed to do.

***

"Brother." Desire's sickly sweet smile was wide and fake as ever as they welcomed him into their Realm. "What can I help you with today?"

But Morpheus didn't bother with pleasantries. He wasn't feeling pleasant as well. Shoving his sibling against the wall, he held them there. "First Rose Walker and now I find out what you did to (Y/N)? I thought I told you to stop causing problems, Desire." He hissed at his sibling.

Desire finally looked properly scared, knowing that a line had been crossed. "Now, now, Dream. What happened with (Y/N) was before the Vortex. I haven't done anything to you since then, your human is completely safe." Their desperate pleads only made his more angry, seeing red as he imagined taking revenge.

But he couldn't. Despite how livid he was.

"I may not be able to kill you, but I mean what I say this time. If I even suspect you have meddled in my life and the lives of those under my protection again, I will make your everlasting life absolutely miserable. You will never rest, never experience happiness again."

"Alright, brother. I understand!"

***

Morpheus returned to (Y/N) as he had promised, calming down from his fury as soon as he saw her.

"Everything alright?"

"Yes. I just dealt with what had been putting you in danger and..." He paused, not wanting to say what he had planned to tell her. But he knew he couldn't lie to her. "You can return home now."

He braced himself for her to tell him to transport her back to her home.

However... "I can't stay?"

"You can." He couldn't help but hope she would ask not to leave. "I just expected that you would prefer to return to your world."

"I don't want to leave you."

Morpheus smiled, visibly relieved. "Then stay, with me." Pulling her into a kiss when she nodded, he was filled with a quiet joy.

After centuries of loosing her, the two of them finally got to be happy.

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wayward-mikaelson · 3 years

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Shallow (Dean Winchester x F! Reader)

Word Count: 4549

About: Set during S15 finale, so SPOILERS. You and the boys pick up a vamp hunt while at a Pie Festival. The hunt ends tragically.

Characters: Dean, Sam, Jody, Cas, Young Dean (s15), Lyla (OC)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F! Reader (Anyone can obviously read it)

Warnings/Trigger Warnings: Language, Angst, Character Death, Depression (mentioned), Time Jumps.

A/N: It's been while since I did a SPN fic! Writing it made me miss the them more!

A/N 2: This might need some tissues.

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You laid there, feeling the cool body paint move around on your back. Dean’s gentle fingers tracing over your back could put you to sleep. This had been the most calm and rest you had in the last couple years. You deserved it! Hell, Dean deserved it more than you. He had been fighting longer than you ever had.

Dean and you crossed paths six years ago during a demon hunt. It really was your hunt and you wouldn’t want to admit it, but you really weren’t doing too hot. You were extremely lucky the Winchester’s stumbled across your hunt when they did. If it weren’t for them you’d probably be some demon's meat suit or doing the conga in hell with the devil himself. That was until you learned of where the devil really was a few years later.

You and Dean rarely got along over the first few years. The two of you always butted heads and argued during most hunts. It annoyed Sam so much that he actually told the two of you “Sleep together already! I can’t take the sexual tension and the bickering any longer.”

It didn’t take longer after that for Dean to grab your face and kiss you.

“Are you done back there?” You tried to twist a bit but a hand gently pushed you back into place.

“Nope,” Dean enunciated the word. “Almost. This is going to look epic though.”

“Doesn’t need to be the Sistine Chapel,” You buried your face back into the pillow.

Dean gasped. “Excuse me? Your back deserves a painting better than the Sistine Chapel. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t give you the best?”

You chuckled and mumbled something into the pillow.

Once Dean was finished, he reached for his phone and took a picture of it. “There we go,” you heard the smile in his voice. “Now that’s what I like to call the Sistine Back. Here, take a look.”

You lifted your head to see Dean lay on his side next to you. A huge smile painted his face as he showed the screen of his phone to you. What you saw, had you laughing uncontrollably. “Oh, Dean,” you breathed in between laughs. “This is better than the Sistine Chapel. I love it!”

Dean’s face lit up so bright, it could have brightened up the dimly lit room. “Yeah? Maybe I should get this printed out big enough to fit the ceiling in here.”

You shook your head as laughter took over your body once again. “Oh, God, yes! We can stare at the hamburger and apple pie every night we have sex.”

“Yeah,” Dean pushed you onto your back, getting the body paints onto the sheets under you. He plants a gentle kiss to the base of your neck, making you shiver through your entire body. Dean began to kiss down your body until he got to your belly. He looked up at you with those bright green eyes. Instead of slinking down further, he crept back up and hovered over you. Those eyes seemed to stare right into your soul. This man has shown you more love than any other man, including your father, has ever shown you. “I love you, don’t you ever forget that.”

“Never,” you reached up, wrapped your arms around his necK and pulled him to your lips. “I have a surprise for you.” Twisted to the side and pulled a piece of paper out of the side table drawer and handed it to him. You watched as his face lit up and looked between the paper and your face.

“A pie festival?” The excitement was clear as day in his voice. “Oh, Sweetheart, we are so going to this thing. The three of us. A huge family road trip.”

And that’s what you all did.

It was the best trip you all had. Dean tried every single pie he could get his hands on. You and Sam watched as he ate each slice. Looking like he was in heaven with each bite he took. It made you happy to see him so at peace not worrying about anything. There’s no end of the world evil to take care of. There hadn’t been for awhile.

LIfe seemed to be normal.

“You gotta try this one,” Dean sat next to you with another big box full of piece samples. He gave you a fork and pushed a pie towards you. “Don’t give it that look. It’s a honey apple pie with a tad bit of rosemary. So much sweeter than normal apple pie.” You took a small bite and Dean was right. It was sweeter.

“Not going to lie, that was pretty good,” you went for another bite.

“So, guys, get this,” Sam sat down with a newspaper in hand. Can’t be a fun trip unless Sam had his paper to look at. “There was a kidnapping last night. Father murdered and the mother’s tongue cut out. Both kids are missing.”

“Okay, doesn’t sound like our kind of thing,” you reach for the paper. “Maybe leave it to the local PD?” Suddenly, Dean took the paper from your hands and stared at the picture to the article of the tragic story.

“I’ve seen this before,” he mumbled. “Do we still have Dad’s journal?”

“Yeah, why?” Sam asked.

“I think I’ve seen these masks before.”

And Dean. Once he found the drawing John Winchester drew years ago, they matched the ones in the paper. You guys were looking at a pair of masked vamps and you guys were pretty much the closest hunters to take care of it.

“It’s one little hunt,” Dean shrugged as he checked out the weapons in the trunk. “Why don’t we take care of it and then head on home.”

It didn’t take long for you guys to locate the missing children. They were being held in an old barn on the outskirts of town. There three of you, so it shouldn’t be too hard to fight a small nest of vamps. You guys have taken out larger nests in the past.

“Come on, just this once?” Dean had asked. You peaked your head around the trunk and saw Dean holding up ninja stars with a huge smile on his face. Sam on the other hand just stared at him and shook his head.

“Not this time, man.”

Dean put the stars away while mumblings about how Sam was no fun. You smiled and patted him on the back and told him that there will be another time to use them. Dean gumbled some more and you had to remind him that you book a separate motel room away from Sam and that you brought some fun toys.

Even his favorite one to use on you.

Getting into the barn was too easy. Sam and Dean fought the two vamps that jumped out, making it easier for you to grab the two kids and get them to the impala. Once you strapped them in, you were making your way towards the driver side, you were tackled by one of the vamps.

The two of you wrestled in the dirt until you were able to break away and grab hold of your machete. You get to your feet and are tackled again, this time the vamp pins you firmly to the ground. The vamp removed his mask and bit down onto your neck, making you cry out. When the vamp pulled back, you took that small opening to headbutt him and kick in in the groin. You rolled away and quickly stood up and swung your machete. The vamp's head rolled onto the ground. You looked up and saw the terrified look on the children’s face.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you told them when you opened their door. You pulled the blankets over them and gave them some water and the sandwiches you made. “Drink and eat, we’ll get you home soon.” You heard it go quiet in the barn. It was too quiet and something in you told you something wasn’t right. “Hang on tight,” you closed the door and ran inside the barn.

What you saw, it almost knocked the wind out of you. There, Dean’s back was pressed firmly against a wooden pillar with a pained expression on his face. You ran up to him and looked at the damage and felt the tears fall as your heart begin to break.

Dean wasn’t going to come back from this.

“Dean,” you whispered as you met his eyes.

“I know, sweetheart,” He winced as he spoke. You saw his breathing get deeper and more shallow. “I love you. Don’t you forget that when you find someone else.” You squeezed your eyes shut because there was nothing you can do or say that will change the outcome of this. You felt Dean’s hand on your face pulling you towards his lips.

This kiss wasn’t like past kisses. It was firm and passionate and slow. He wanted you to remember this kiss for years to come. “Until we meet again,” Dean whispered, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Take care of her, Sam,” Dean added.

Everything that followed after that, felt like a dream. Your body felt heavy as you drove the kids to the nearest police station with some story about how you found them. The man that you loved, the man who you spent many nights talking about some kind of future, that man was now gone.

When you got back to the barn, the sun was just beginning to rise. You saw Sam sitting next to a covered up heap and the realization, again, hit you hard. The cover heap was Dean’s body. You stopped the impala and got out. Sam looked up at you with red eyes. You knew he had been crying hard. Probably as hard as you had. Sam got up and effortlessly picked up Dean and placed him in the back seat.

The whole way back to the bunker, neither of you spoke. You just took turns crying and driving. Stopping on the side of the road and just letting the other scream out in whatever pain the two of you had left in your bodies.

Back at the bunker, the two of you worked and got a pyre ready. When it was ready, you watched as Sam carried his big brother's body and gently placed it on the wooden display. You stood, with Miracle standing next to you. She had been whimpering off and on. She knew Dean was up there. You knelt down and let her nuzzle you while you let some more tears fall. Miracle was all you had left of Dean now.

Sam had some trouble lighting the pyre so you went up and helped it light it. Soon, the pyre and Dean were on fire. Then the two of you stared at it until it was nothing but ash.

***

You sat in Jody’s spare room while Miracle laid at your feet. You still wished all of this were a dream because neither you nor Sam, could adjust to the new reality that Dean was gone. So the two of you packed up what you could and left the bunker.

You guys drove until you were on Jody’s doorstep at midnight. She knew something was wrong when she looked deeply into your faces and asked where Dean was. When she saw the tears in your guys eyes, her whole face fell. She pulled the two of you into the tightest hug and held on tightly as the three of you cried silently.

A gentle knock on your door startled you. You got up and answered the door and saw Sam standing there. He was dressed in fresh clothes holding two cups of coffee.

“Are you, uh, doing okay?” Sam asked as you took the coffee from him. “I know it’s a stupid question but…”

You gave a pained smile, “I know I’ll be okay, but I feel like I won’t be okay. I’ve tried praying to Jack but I’m pretty sure he’s busy fixing Heaven.” You recount the hours you cried out to Jack about the loss of Dean. You cried about how you wanted him back. You cried about how you were supposed to move on from an epic love like that. You cried about how you just missed him and needed him to make it better.

“Same here,” Sam ran his hands through his hair. “I’m going to go look at places, apartments, that we can share and see what kind of jobs we can get. Do you want to come along?”

You took a deep breath and looked at the ground. “Not today, maybe tomorrow. I really want to spend time alone and process these last couple days.”

“Okay, no worries,” Sam nodded his head. “I’ll see you when I come back.”

“Okay.”

You waited until Sam had been gone for an hour to pack your bags again and head down stairs. You were in the process of opening the door when you heard someone behind you. Turning around you saw Jody standing in the entryway with you. She didn’t say anything, she just pulled a pair of keys out of the bowl next to her and handed them to you.

“Call me when you're safe,” she placed a hand on your face and gave you a smile. “I can’t bear to lose another kid.” A few tears slipped down her cheek.

Agreeing to call her, you slipped out the door and to the car Jody let you use. You got in and made sure Miracle was settled in the passenger seat. Then you were on your way out of town. You weren’t sure where you would go but you knew you needed to get far away from everything.

You needed to start fresh somewhere.

***

Years have passed and you’ve found that the pain of losing Dean has lessened. You’re able to have random memories of him without crying or hours and days on end. You were able to wake up without feeling like there was a hole on your chest. You were finally able to tell Sam why you ran after you were states away. You promised him it would be for a bit and that you’ll contact him.

Sadly, that day never came.

Two months after losing Dean you began to feel sick. You weren’t sure if it was the stress of losing Dean or starting a new life or both. So, off you went to the doctors and there you sat on the papery bed feeling like you were hit by a truck. The words that the doctor told you, they echoed around in your head.

“And the father?” the words were almost like a whisper in your already loud and spinning head.

“What?” you shook your head.

“That father?” the doctor repeated. “What do you know about the father?”

You took a deep breath and looked at the ground. “Um, he’s not in the picture.” Your voice had been quiet. Your heart felt like it had been breaking all over again. Part of you couldn’t believe this was happening. Part of you believed it, Dean and you were never really safe when it came to sex.

“One night stand? We do have options,” the doctor began to say.

“No no,” you shook your head. “The father, he’s um...he passed away.” You choked on the words. Hearing it out loud, made his death all the more real.

“My apologies,” The doctor whispered.

You took the pamphlets and walked out of the doctors. You didn’t know what you would do. This was all so new and all so painful at the same time. Dean was supposed to be here with you whenever this happened. In the end, you chose to keep the baby. You called Jody and Donna and told them, making them both promise not to tell Sam.

Over the years, you heard about Sam through Donna and Jody. He got married and had a kid of his own. You wanted to reach out but at this point it had been years and the two of you had settled into non hunting life. It wouldn’t be fair to disrupt it.

As more years passed, you saw Lyla become more and more like her father. She had his green eyes and his smile. She was smart and would get her hands on just about anything and that made you wonder, where did she get that from. Smart brains ran on both sides. Maybe something from Sam or something from your father. She loved pie just as much as Dean, and you’d take her to the pie festival every year.

As Lyla grew, she asked about Dean from time to time and you told her what you could. You also told her that when she turned into an adult you would tell her more, that telling her while she was young and child wouldn’t be safe or wise. In the meantime, you told her all the things asked about.

“What was Daddy’s favorite food?”

“What did Daddy like to do for fun?”

“What was Daddy’s favorite color?”

“Did Daddy have a favorite movie?”

The questions were endless, but you loved to answer them. Then one day, Lyla came up to you one morning, her dark hair looking like a bird's nest. Her face was beaming with happiness.

“Mommy,” Lyla’s voice was an octave higher. “Did you know, Daddy is in Heaven?”

You almost choked on your coffee. “What, Sweetie?”

“Daddy, he’s in Heaven. An angel told me,” she walked off and grabbed her stuffed chicken, one that she named Chickie Meow Meow, and hugged it tightly.

“What angel?” you asked. You got up and began to check all your warding, the ones that kept the bad creatures out. Everything seemed to be in place, even that salt that still blended in with your window panels. Then you checked to see if Lyla still wore the anti-possesion charm necklace you had made for her. She still did. “What did the angel look like?”

“He wore a funny brown jacket,” she answered. “He said his name was Cas. He wanted me to tell you that Daddy is fine. That they are looking over us.” You pulled Lyla into a hug and let some tears fall.

***

You walked into that old abandoned barn. You had left Lyla with Jody for the weekend. You sat down and placed all that you needed to summon Cas. You didn’t want to pray, you knew Cas all too well, he probably wouldn’t show up. But if you summoned him, you knew he had no choice but to come and see you. You lit the match and dropped it into the bowl and waited.

“Y/N” The deep, rough voice said your name.

You turned to see Cas standing there. In the same thing that he had been taken away in. But it was cleaner. “How are you alive?” you asked outright.

“Jack, he brought me back,” Cas took a few steps closer to you. “You know you could have prayed and I would have come.”

“But would you?” you gave the angel a smirk and raised your eyebrows.

“I did it for Lyla,” Cas looked into your eyes. “She prayed about Dean and wanted to know if he was in Heaven. I thought it best that it was me to come to her.”

You looked down, you couldn’t bear to look into the angel's blue eyes. You always assumed things and that always backfired and kicked you in the ass. “Then why didn’t you come to me when I cried out to you or to Jack?”

“I did,” Cas closed the distance and placed a hand under your chin and lifted your face to meet his eyes. “Each night that you cried yourself to sleep, I was there sitting at the foot of your bed. Each night that you drank yourself to sleep, before you found out you were pregnant, I sat there and rubbed your back the way Dean told me too. Then when you were in that delivery room all by yourself, I was there to make sure things went smoothly. Then when you were sleeping, I memorized everything there was about Lyla. I have watched over the two of you these last nine years. Dean would be so proud of how far you have come.”

You stood there and cried silently as Cas spoke. “Cas,” you whispered, wiping the tears from your face. “I don’t know what to say.”

“I can’t be on Earth as much, Jack and I are still fixing Heaven but I can tell you that Dean is waiting for you.” Cas moved his hand to your shoulder. “I have to go, but I was told to tell you, I love you by Dean.”

Then you were alone.

***

Twelve year passed and you’re helping Lyla with a college event. She had just turned twenty-one and was nearly done with her bachelor degree. At this point, she knew all that there was to Dean. She knew he was a hunter, that he saved the world countless times, that he had some faults, and so on.

Lyla knew of what goes bump in the night. She’s read every note and the journal you kept during the time you had been hunting. When she asked if Dean kept one, you had told her that he didn’t. That he used his fathers and you weren’t sure where that ended up. Lyla even went above and got whatever protection tattoos down her spine.

So, while you’re helping Lyla you had a boy, about nineteen years old come up to the booth and look around. He looked familiar to you. He wore a long sleeve flannel, that was probably why. Sam and Dean always wore flannel. That was probably why and it made you miss the younger Winchester. You should have kept in contact with him or at least told him of Lyla.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice called out to you.

You turned around and your heart just about fell from your chest. There standing with grey hair, was Sam Winchester. He hadn’t changed too much except for the hair and the fact that he wore glasses. He still looked like the Sam Winchester you knew all those years ago.

“Sam?” You crossed your arms.

“The one and only,” he smiled. “What are you doing here?”

Before you could answer, Lyla came up to you. “Mom, we’re going to need some more pamphlets, we’re just about out.” You turned to Lyla who saw Sam. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“It’s okay, take my keys and you can go print some out at the UPS down the street,” You motioned to your bag.

After Lyla had left you turned back to Sam who had watched her the whole time. It was like he knew. “So, you have a kid too?” You heard the tone in his voice. Lyla looked so much like Dean these days, you knew someone from your past was bound to notice. Sam most of all.

“Yeah,” you answer quietly. “Her name’s Lyla.”

“Cool, that’s great you found someone to populate the Earth with,” Sam gestured towards you. That tone he held was still there. The look in his eyes was the very same one he used on you when he called you out on yours and Dean’s sexual tension.

“You know, don’t you?” you lowered your arms.

“She looks a lot like Dean,” Sam whispered. “Is that why you ran? Is that why I never heard from you?” You stared at Sam and tried to hold back your emotions. “Dean’s final words were to take care of you. I failed at that when you ran.”

“You failed when you didn’t come and look for me,” you lashed out. “I thought you would have looked for me despite everything I told you. You should have found me. Then I find out through Jody your married and have a kid, I thought it best not to mess up what you got for yourself.”

Sam stared at you and nodded. “I should have and I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too,” you whispered and looked around. The boy in the flannel was still there. Then it hit you. “Is that?”

“My son,” Sam’s face lit up brighter than you’ve ever seen it. “His name is Dean.”

For the next five years you kept in touch with Sam. You guys spent holidays and birthdays with each other. That was, until you got sick and the doctors couldn’t help you. So, in your hospital room, Sam sat beside you. He wasn’t doing too well either, but he held your hand and smiled at you.

“Tell Dean I said hi,” were the last words you heard.

***

When your eyes opened again, you were sitting on a bench. Around you was a field of just plain old grass and a few trees. You knew this place all too well. You stood and realized you were back in your younger body. Having that kind of movement again, it was amazing. You began to walk around, feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin. It all felt nice and it made you smile.

“Hey, Sweetheart.”

You spun around at the familiar sound. There he stood, looking handsome as ever in his jacket and leaning against the Impala with that heartwarming smile. “Dean,” you said his name like he hadn’t been dead for almost three decades.

Dean pushed himself off the impala and closed the distance between the two of you. He placed a hand on your cheek and brushed his calloused thumb over it. You closed your eyes and took in the touch. “You know, time is different up here. It doesn’t feel like it’s been twenty-six years.” Then he pressed his lips to yours and the feel almost knocked you off your feet.

“Are we allowed to kiss in Heaven?” you pulled away from him.

“I don’t think Jack minds,” Dean smiled and gathered you into his arms and pressed his lips more firmly to his. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed yourself against him. “Wanna go for a ride?” He asked when he pulled away.

“Sure, I missed this beauty.” You ran your hand along the impala and just as you were about to get in, Dean staring at you caught your eye. “What?”

“Cas says you had a baby,” Dean crossed his arms on top of the hood. “I have to ask…”

You smiled at him and leaned on the hood as well. “She’s yours and she’s incredible. Loves pie just like her daddy. I thought Cas would’ve told you.”

“Time moves differently up here,” Dean repeated what he said earlier. “What’s her name?”

“Lyla,” you smiled. “Lyla Winchester.”

“I wish I got to know her,” Dean spoke softly.

“You will,” you got into the passenger side. “I can tell you all you want about her.”

Dean followed you into the impala. “I don’t have to worry about some random dude coming here and claiming you as his wife or something?”

“Nope,” You sat back. “Now drive or I’ll start walking.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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“Redemption” Chapter 9

AU: Supernatural Title: Redemption Chapter: Nine Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader Word Count: 1,925 Pairing: Getting There…. Warnings: None that I can think of A/N: Sorry for any typos/errors, feel free to point ‘em out and I’ll happily fix them! Feedback is always welcome ^_^

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Sam drove the three of you back to the motel in silence. His gaze continued to skim your face in the rear-view mirror every few minutes but you ignored him. You kept your eyes pointed out the window and up at the twinkling stars above. It was a clear night, not a cloud in sight, and it was beautiful. It took your mind off the throbbing pain in your cheekbone, even if for just a moment.

You darted into the motel room once Sam shifted into park, dutifully ignoring the brothers as you went. You needed to find some Tylenol, or advil… ibuprofen? Something. It probably wouldn’t hurt to look for an ice pack, either. Sam and Dean didn’t come in for a while. You were able to get some pain killers in your system and while you couldn’t find an icepack, you were able to use a cold can of coke you found in the fridge to ebb away at the ache. You found yourself wondering why on Earth you had jumped in between the fighting idiots. Why Dean? Why didn’t you step in to protect Sam? Probably because you were physically closer to Dean at the time, honestly, and you were clearly not thinking logically.

Dean came into the room with Sam shortly behind him, shutting the door and locking up for the night. Both stopped in their tracks when they saw you sitting on your bed with your back up against the headboard, holding a can of coke to your face.

“(Y/N),” Dean started, a lot more sober than he was a half an hour ago. You waved him off, not wanting to delve into the drama.

“Seriously, are you ok?” Sam piped in and you shrugged a shoulder in response. Dean was digging through his duffel bag now, looking for something.

“Ah, here they are,” he mumbled and then tossed a gel icepack to Sam and pulled out a small first aid kit. Sam caught the pack with ease and quickly put it in the freezer while Dean came around his bed and closer to you, “Can I, uh…?” He gestured vaguely to your bed, asking to sit.

You shrugged again, your curiosity getting the better of you. Dean sat gingerly on the side of the bed and gently took the can from your grasp. He sat it on the side table next to you and cracked open the first aid kit. He sighed, looking from the supplies up to your face. His calloused fingers hooked under your chin and softly turned your face into the light from the lamp. Your eyes watched him closely as he bit his bottom lip, taking in your bruised cheekbone. You hadn’t noticed earlier, when you were searching for medicine, but apparently your skin had cracked ever so slightly, leaving a small trail of blood down your face. Dean took out an alcohol wipe and patted it to the wound, cleaning your face of any dried blood he could find. You hissed slightly at the sting before biting your own lip to shut yourself up. He muttered a quick apology as he dabbed a cotton swab in antibacterial ointment and lightly applied it to the cut.

“You want a band aid? We’ve got scooby-doo,” he chuckled, his eyes meeting yours. You shook your head.

“Thanks, Dean,” you gave him a small smile. He hadn’t been this kind to you since the first week, when he offered to check on your sutures.

“Yeah, uh, don’t mention it,” he cleared his throat as he cleaned up the trash and packed away the first aid supplies. He took the coke with him and put it back in the fridge before pulling out a new one and bringing it over. It would take some time for the ice pack to freeze and the coke you had been using had grown warm.

“Here,” he handed you the cold can of soda and you smiled again, looking down briefly just to avert your eyes from his green stare. You weren’t used to him making eye contact with you and at this point you weren’t sure how to react.

He sat on Sam’s bed across from you and cleared his throat again, playing with his hands nervously. You realized then that Sam had gone to get a shower at some point while Dean was patching you up. Well, you thought to yourself, that’s awkward. Dean gives me attention for two seconds and Sam is suddenly invisible. It was your turn to clear your throat. You focused on the coke as a distraction and brought it back up to soothe your cheek.

“Look, (Y/N), I…. Why did you do it?” He had meant to apologize but he couldn’t help himself. He had to know what the hell had possessed her to jump in between him and some pissed-off drunk in the middle of a bar.

You had wondered the same thing earlier and still weren’t sure you had an answer, for either of you. You resorted to shrugging and gesticulating widely with your free hand.

“Well,” Dean’s voice became hard again, more along the lines of what you had become accustomed to, “Don’t do it again, right?”

You narrowed your eyes at the man, “I think what you were trying to say here, Dean, is ‘I’m sorry’ or maybe even ‘thank you’.”

“No, because if I thanked you for acting like a brainless git then you would be tempted to do it again.”

“A brainless—Where do you get off, Winchester? You’re the idiot that got drunk off his ass tonight. It wasn’t Sam or I that decided it would be fun to pick a fight with some biker twice our size. We just came to pick you up, ok?”

“Well, Sammy should’ve left you here,” he tensed his jaw, meeting your glare.

“That’s what you’re going with? That is your defense? Sammy should have left poor defenseless, brainless, (Y/N) at the motel?”

“No, (Y/N), that’s not what I mea—”

“Shut it, Dean. I’m going to sleep, you can go fuck yourself,” you cut him off, tired of his bullshit. You placed the coke onto the side table, restraining yourself from throwing it at his head, and turned your back to him.

Dean made a frustrated sound somewhere between a yell and a grunt as he got up and stormed back out of the motel. You briefly wondered if he was heading back to the bar, or if perhaps he was going to sleep outside tonight? You gave yourself a mental shake. I didn’t concern you what he did or where he went, after all.

Sam sighed, having been out of the shower long enough to see the tail end of your conversation. You jumped, startled at the noise. You hadn’t noticed the sound of the water shutting off or the bathroom door opening as you had fought with Dean. The younger brother didn’t say anything, choosing to follow Dean out of the room instead. You rolled your eyes before sliding out of your jeans, unhooking your bra under your shirt, and tossing them both to the floor beside your bed. Fuck them, you tried to tell yourself as you climbed under the sheets. You tried to force yourself to hold on to the anger, but it was hard with the image of a very-concerned Dean biting his lip while trying to take care of you repeatedly popping up in your mind’s eye. You sighed, turning over, and tried to will yourself to sleep.

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You woke up to a black eye the following day but you couldn’t say you were surprised. You found it when you went to wash your face and brush your teeth. You hadn’t asked the guys to buy you anything frivolous, like makeup for example, so you had no concealer to hide it with. You sighed, at least I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.

“Good morning, (Y/N)…” Sam’s sentence died when he saw your face.

“It’s fine, Sammy,” you answered as you started to pull some eggs out of the mini fridge, “You hungry?”

“Oh, no, I had a smoothie earlier.”

“Before your run?”

Sam grinned, “Yeah, before my run. Why don’t you go with me one of these mornings?”

It was your turn to cringe, “Yeah….about that….”

Dean waltzed into the motel room, the door hitting the wall behind it with a thud.

“I brought coffee,” he announced, carrying a cardboard cupholder with three steaming cups nestled securely in it.

You tucked the eggs back into the fridge at the site of coffee. You didn’t get much sleep last night, tossing and turning quite a bit. You had hazy memories of troublesome dreams but you couldn’t bring the images into focus. Giving yourself yet another mental shake, you gratefully accepted the Styrofoam cup Sam had taken from Dean and offered to you. You took a sip and sighed, your eyes fluttering closed as the ambrosia hit your tongue and lit up your taste buds.

“Did I get it right?” Dean chuckled at your reaction.

Your eyes snapped open to find him staring at you with a hint of a grin still on his face. You narrowed your eyes slightly and bit your tongue, not wanting to yell at him first thing in the morning, especially when he had brought you coffee. This was probably his way of apologizing for last night, you thought to yourself, but you would rather he just say he’s sorry. You nodded your head and hummed that he had indeed gotten your order right; two creams two sugars. How he knew how you liked your coffee was beyond you. You didn’t linger on it, instead offering your help to Sam with research or whatever he needed.

“How long are you going to let me live with you before you let me help you with your ‘investigation’?” you curled two of the fingers on your free hand in the air when you said investigation. You knew they weren’t private investigators; they may as well fess up at this point.

Sam chuckled and shook his head, “You can live with us as long as you want, (Y/N), but we’re not pulling you into our work anytime soon.”

“Or ever,” Dean added.

“Why’s that?” you asked between sips of coffee, following the two men to the small table that held Sam’s laptop.

“It’s not safe,” Dean’s voice came across sternly, as if he was trying to put an end to the conversation. He only piqued your curiosity further.

“Not safe? What, are you secret assassins?” You laughed the same way you had when you asked Sam if he was a drug dealer. You missed the look the brothers shared when you sipped your coffee.

“Yes, (Y/N), we’re assassins,” Sam answered in a flat tone as he booted up the computer.

“Oooh, so you privately investigate people before you kill ‘em?” You wiggled your eyebrows at him.

“Yes, (Y/N), and we’re also ninjas,” Dean added, biting back a grin.

You tried not to glare at him. After last night you may or may not be harboring a grudge.

“Cool. Private-investigating ninja-assassins. Sign me up, boys, I want in,” you grinned, wincing when it stung your cheek.

Dean’s smile faltered as you winced, “You ok?”

You bit your tongue once again, willing yourself to be nice for Sam’s sake if nothing else. Rather than answering him you simply nodded and took another sip of your coffee. If you can't say something nice, don't say nothing at all….right?

-Next Chapter-

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avocadogirl216 · 3 years

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Left Behind

Anon requested: Hey! Would you be willing to write something where the winchesters drop their sister who is in her younger teen years (13-14ish) off at bobby's when they go on a hunt and shes super upset about it so she wont talk to them when they call or even when they come to pick her up? And it ends up with her and Dean having some big argument and Sam having to calm the down?

AN: This story took a lot longer than I expected to write and I am so sorry that you had to wait, whoever you are, I changed it up a little towards the end, sorry. And sorry if this was crap.

Summary: When Sam and Dean leave you behind for a hunt, you don’t take it very well.

Warnings: Angst, Sibling Arguing, Language, Fluff at the end.

Pairings: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader, Bobby x reader

Word Count: 2252

Y/N’s POV

You were currently in the backseat of the impala listening to your older bothers conversation. Sam was talking about some hunt in Minnesota. Dean was nodding his head along with the conversation, both paying attention to Sam and the road in front of him. You listened with curiosity as you tried to put the pieces of the puzzle together in your head. There were bite marks on all of the victims, they were all missing blood but they were also missing their hearts.

“Sounds like we’re dealing with a vamp and werewolf combo.” You said as you leaned over the front seat between your brothers to be a part of the conversation.

“Or...” Dean said.

“Or what?” Sam asked as he started to scroll through the news articles to get more information on the case, not even bothering to look up from his iPad.

“Come on. I know you want to say it.” Dean said with a smile while looking over to the both of you. “A were-pire.” He said with a proud voice.

You and Sam both groaned in sync.

“Dude, just drop it already. There is no such thing as a were-pire.” Sam stated in a matter of faculty tone.

“Says you.” Dean said, returning his attention to the road.

“Anyways... how far away are we from the case?” You asked as you looked over Sam’s broad shoulder.

“Well lets see. We’re in Cheyenne, Wyoming and the case is in Stillwater, Minnesota. So we’re about 13 hours out.” Dean said.

You groaned yet again to the thought of being in the car with your brothers for that long.

“What are you groaning about over there Rugrat?” Dean asked.

“Maybe the fact that I have to spend 13 hours with you two dumb nuts.”

Sam looked up from his iPad and have you a weird look along with Dean. “Umm, you’re not going to.” Sam said.

You were now confused. “What do you mean? I’m gonna work the case with you two and in order for me to do that I have to get over there which involves me staying in the car with my brothers for 13 hours.” You explained in a duh tone.

“Who said that you were coming along?” Dean asked, still looking at you like you just grew two heads.

“Umm... well... no one but I thought that I was going to work the case with you guys. Right?” You asked with a hint of insecurity.

Sam and Dean shared a look, having a silent conversation with each other.

“That wasn’t really the plan squirt.” Sam said now turning in the seat to face you.

“Then what is the plan?”

“We were going to drop you off at Bobby’s and then Dean and I are going to work the case.” Sam explained.

“What? I thought that I was going to help you with the case.”

“Not quite. You’re not ready for hunting yet.”

“What do you mean? I’ve worked my ass off with training every single day for the past 3 years and now I can’t go hunting with you two. How is that fair?” You said in a pissed off tone.

“Y/N I know that you want to come but your just not quite ready yet.” Sam said in a patient tone, sensing your anger.

“The hell I’m not! I-” You were quickly cut off by Dean.

“Okay first of all, watch your language and second of all, your going to Bobby’s while me and Sam work the case. End of discussion.” Dean said in a tone that he used with you when you were starting to take things too far.

“But-” You started.

“No ands, ifs, or buts about it. I’ve already made up my mind and that is that, whether you like it or not.”

You sigh as you decided to go with the smart choice and keep your mouth shut. You leaned back into your seat and start to fidget with the bracelet that you always wore on your wrist, hoping that it would help you cool off a bit.

After another couple of hours in the car, you pull up in front of Bobby’s house. You grab your duffel from beside you and sling it over your shoulder. As you start to open the backdoor to the impala, Sam starts to speak.

“Love you kiddo.” He said with a small, loving smile on his face.

You get out of the car, slam the door and walk towards the front porch all without saying a word to either of your older brothers.

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Its been four days since your brothers left for the case without you. You hated that you couldn’t be there with them, saving people and hunting things. The family business that you were supposed to be a part of. Sure you were only 14 but you knew all there was to hunting and you take care of yourself.

Whenever your brothers are away on a hunt, they call everyday to check in. Usually you answer the phone happily, eager to talk to your brothers and see how the case was going, but this time it was different. You’ve been ignoring their calls and texts. They’ve even called Bobby to try to get a hold of you but you still declined. You were a Winchester which meant that you were hot headed and stubborn.

You were now scrolling through Youtube, trying to find an interesting video to pass the time. You’ve already looked at all possible cases on the police radar but there was nothing other than the case that Sam and Dean were working. You were about to lay down for a nap, hoping that it would kill a couple of hours but you were interrupted with a knock on the door.

“Come in!” You yelled as you turned off your phone and placed it onto the bed next to your thigh.

The door opened and Bobby walked in. “Hey Y/N. I was just letting you know that your brothers are back from the case.” He said.

“Oh, okay.” You said as you picked your phone back up, showing that you weren’t interested in going to see them.

Bobby sighed while he ran a hand on his face. “Look I get that your mad at them but at least acknowledge them.”

“I am acknowledging them. I am acknowledging the fact that I am mad at them and therefore I do not want to make conversation with them.” You said as you kept your attention on the small screen.

Bobby sighed yet again and walked out of the room while closing the door behind him. There was a minute of silence then the door opened again. You raised your head to see who walked in. You were disappointed and pissed as you watched Sam and Dean walk into the room. Sam came in first and leaned onto the wall opposite of you as Dean walked in and closed the door. Dean then turned to face you as he crossed his arms across this broad chest as he stared you down. You returned the gesture. After a minute of silence between the three of you Dean finally spoke.

“So Y/N, anything to say.”

“Nope.” You replied as you returned your gaze to your phone.

Dean made it across the room in four steps and took the phone out of your hand in order for you to be focused on him.

“Oh so this is the reason why you didn’t answer us, you were too busy being on the internet to give five minutes to your brothers.” Dean said as he held up your phone just out of reach.

You sighed as you leaned back into the headboard and crossed your arms, not even making a move to get the phone back. “If you want to assume that. Like you always do.” You said in an icy tone.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dean asked, anger flashing his eyes.

“Oh I don’t know, maybe the fact that I can’t hunt because I’m not good enough.”

“Who ever said that?”

“No one did. I’m just saying what’s on everyone's mind.”

“Now look at whose assuming things.” Dean scoffed.

“I’m not assuming anything. I’m just stating facts.” You argued back.

“Well no one asked you to do that.”

“Yeah well, no one asked you to come talk to me.” You said as you stood up and walked up to Dean. “No one asked you to be here.”

“No one had to. It’s my job to be here for you.” Dean said as he looked down at you with a deadly glare.

“Yeah? How can you be here for me when your on the other side of the fucking country? How can you be here for me when you just dump me here and take off? Huh? Riddle me that!” You said as tears start to form in your eyes.

“Y/N, its for your own good. Its for your safety.” Dean sighed as he drug his hand down his face. “We’ve been over this.”

“Yeah I know Dean but its stupid.” You huffed in frustration. “I’ve trained over and over again for the past three years without complaint. I’ve taken both of you down before and I know how to use just about every weapon known to man. Not to mention that you two will be there with me for every step of the way, protecting me from getting hurt or worse.”

“That’s what I’m talking about Y/N! I know that you can handle yourself, hell you’ve kicked my ass more times than I like to admit but there is always that possibility that something will go wrong. There is always that possibility that you will get hurt or worse on a hunt. We don’t take you with us because we’re scared of what will happen.” Dean explained with some of his anger melting away.

“Don’t you think that I know that Dean? Believe me, I know the risks of hunting. Look at Dad, Ellen, Jo, Ash and Pamela, they were in this life and they suffered the consequences of it. But one thing that I can trust is you two.” You said as you looked between your brothers. “I trust the fact that when you two are with me, that everything will be okay. I trust the fact that you will keep me safe.”

“Then there is your first mistake. Everyone that was in this life and knew us are now dead. Dad, Ellen, Jo, Ash and Pamela are all dead because of us. All we do is get the people that we are close to and love killed. We can’t protect you anymore than we can protect them.” Dean said as his voice broke. “We can’t protect you.”

As you heard Dean say those words, anger started to boil in your veins. The need to cry was replaced with the need to punch something, preferably your brother for thinking so low about himself and Sam.

You suddenly take a swing at your brother, catching him off guard. “Don’t you say that!” You cried as you punched him yet again in the face, making him take a step back. “After everything that you have done for us, for them! You cannot just throw that out there like it is true because its not!” You yelled at him as tears spilled down your face. You took a step so that you could punch him in the face again but a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind to stop you from going further. You thrashed against Sam’s hold as much as you could. You were practically bawling now. “You don’t get to say that.” You said as you finally stopped fighting Sam and you turned around and hugged his toned body.

Dean now had tears streaming down his face as he looked at you with both sadness and shock. Sam was shushing you, trying to make you calm down a bit. You had a death grip on his flannel as your tears started to make the material damp. After a couple of seconds, you felt Dean start to take you into his arms. You quickly turned and hugged Dean’s torso as tight as you could. You felt tears start to fall onto your head as Dean silently cried. After a minute of standing there you decided to speak.

“Don’t ever say that again. It wasn’t your fault that they died.” You said as you turned to look at Sam who also had tears in his eyes. “Or yours. Don’t ever think that. You understand?”

Dean sniffled and looked into your eyes. “Yeah.”

“And don’t ever think that you can’t protect me. I trust you two more than anyone. I know for a fact that you two will be there when I need you the most. And I’m sorry that I gave you such a hard time this past week. You were just trying to keep me safe even though I was acting like a total super bitch.” You explained. “I trust that I will go on a hunt with you two when I’m ready. And that doesn’t mean when I’m 30 either.”

Both Sam and Dean chuckled at that.

“Com´er.” Dean said as he engulfed you in another bone crushing hug. Sam joined in shortly after.

You knew that you were going to be okay now that your brothers are there when you need them most.

#supernatural #spn #spn fanic #supernatural fanfic #reader insert #late #sister!reader #dean winchester x sister!reader #sam winchester x sister!reaser #bobby x reader #angst #language #request #anon #anonomous #sibling arguing #ignoring calls

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youhaveaguineapigwhere · 4 years

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Angel of the lord

“Angel of the Lord” That was the dudes screen name.

Dean had a lot of cooler things he could be doing when he got the chance to slip away from Sammy (breaking and entering was a prime example) but instead here he was, at the arcade, like some kind of nerd. It wasn’t his fault he had found that change purse that wouldn’t have amounted to anything but a couple slim-Jims laying on the side of the road. And don’t get me wrong, slim-Jims are great, but he had been able to see the neon sign from where he stood, and the temptation was too hard to resist.

The high score on his favorite game was was high, but he was higher, or so he thought until he came back the next day and saw “Angel of the Lord” posted at the top again, beating him by just a few points. ‘Oh game on buddy’ he thought.

In the following days, Angel of the Lord and Impala67 fought in a constant battle for dominance, one coming out on top just to be replaced by the other. He wondered who this mystery douche could be. Someone from school maybe? He tried to keep a look out during his classes but no one looked intriguing, everyone’s faces blurred together, and he had stopped caring about that kind of stuff a long time ago anyway.

When he came back on Thursday, after stealing some change from his very least favorite teachers purse, there it was again “High Score: Angel of the Lord.” “Didn’t think angels would be such dicks” he muttered to himself as he slipped the coins inside.

It went on like that for some time, until Dean ran out of money to play.

One night, telling himself he couldn’t let this friggin ‘angel’ get the best of him, he snuck out, hoping by some miracle he’d find money to play with on the way. When he got to the arcade he had had no such luck, so he started scanning the rows, searching in every nook and cranny for some spare change.

He reached his game and kicked it in frustration, surprised when a few coins and a piece of paper fell to the floor.

‘-Read the Bible, Angels are warriors of god’

Shit had this dude been watching him? He spun around and looked for any suspicious faces, but he found none. ‘What a self righteous dick’ he thought to himself as he re-read the note, but a shit-eating grin plastered onto his face anyway.

That night he beat the high score by twelve points.

The next time he came, he found a piece of paper with the words “ASS BUTT” scrawled in all caps, accompanied by a dollars worth of quarters. The dude was obviously upset Dean had beaten his score, he hadn’t been able to top it, and Dean gleamed with pride at Impala67’s place at the top of the screen. He took out the pen he had shoved in his pocket for this very reason (why else would he carry a writing utensil) and scribbled his reply:

Really? Ass butt? That’s the best you could come up with? Seems to me like you’re beat angel, you done tryin’a win?

Out of respect he didn’t play that night (mostly ‘cause he was scared he’d accidentally bring his score down if he did) but his stomach turned in knots at the thought of this mystery guy calling it quits. Sure he seemed like a pretentious douche and Dean had no idea who he was, but he liked the little thing they had going, it was a rhythm, and usually the only rhythm in Dean’s life he let himself get used to, was the lack thereof.

‘Never’ was written at the bottom of the page, and “Angel of the Lord” posted at the top of the screen the next time he came.

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soupyboysforlife · 4 years

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural)/Original Male Character(s) Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Chuck Shurley, Benny Lafitte, Kevin Tran, Adam Milligan, Original Male Character(s), Anna Milton, God (Supernatural), Gabriel (Supernatural), Bobby Singer Additional Tags: References to Supernatural (TV), Alcohol, Friends to Lovers, Gay Summary:

An AU where Dean transfers to Castiel’s school. They quickly fall in love with each other but keep those feelings hidden out of fear that they won’t be reciprocated. Dean winds up in a terrible accident and goes into a comatose state in which Cas cares for him anonymously.

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Chapter 2 is posted on my AO3 now! I hope you enjoy! I’ll be adding more characters and things as it goes on.

(I worked really hard on it so please drop a like on here and the AO3🥺👉🏻👈🏻)

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saltiestdemonloves · 6 years

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Regretfully Upset

Pairings: Dean x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, not incest

Request: Dean x sister!reader; where the reader goes on a hunt with him and ends up getting hurt and he’s yells at her causing her to lock herself in her room

Word Count: 1774

Dean had told me to stay behind, but I knew better. When does that end well for him? So the second he disappeared into the building I jump out of the Impala and creep over to the entrance. The was cracked open and I peek in to see the large house empty.

Glancing around I slip in and keep close the wall, I walk slowly and carefully with my knife ready in case there is someone waiting. I hear someone cackle loudly and then Dean screaming loudly. Gasping I stand up and run towards the sound, slowing before I reach the room that they came from.

I peek through the door to see Dean immobilized on the ground with droplets of blood coming from his mouth. He spits out the blood and glares up at the raven-haired witch standing above him. She squats down in front of him and slowly reaches out her hand, the woman smirks as she wiggles her fingers playfully. The closer her hand got to Dean's' neck the more her hand started to illuminate and Dean starts to groan as he tries pulling away.

"Yes," she flashes a shark-like grin, "hot isn't it?"

She presses a finger to his neck and immediately he starts screaming, I burst into the room, "Stop!" One of the girls who had been watching her snaps their head in my direction and flings their arm out, sending me flying into the wall.

"No!" Dean stares at me with wide eyes, anger filling them.

I grunt and groan as I push myself up. The raven-haired witch tilts her head at me and grins, she beckons to me with her finger, "Come here, puppet." I gasp as I am forced up and pulled into her direction and away from my blade. Once I reach her she wraps an arm around my waist and a blade to my neck, "Now, this is much better. Tell me where the book is, now."

Dean looks at her and then back at me and I could tell that he was going to say it. "Put a sock in it, Dean!" I growl and buck my body as I try to free myself. She laughs and tuts at me, "Hold still, wouldn't want to hurt your pretty neck would we?" The knife she held gets pressed harder against my neck and I hiss at the stinging pain of it cutting my skin.

"Now, Dean, please tell me or I will cut off her head."

I give Dean a pleading look, begging him not to. Dean pinches his lips together and huffs out. He looks up with his eyes as cold as ice, "Let her go and I will personally lead you to that damned book."

The witch smiles, "Deal."

She lets me go and I tosses me back over to where I first fell. I bite down a scream as my hand lands on the blade. While she was distracted by me, Dean grabs his hidden blade and lunges forward, plunging it into her chest. "No!" The one witch screams but before she could do anything more I grab my blade and toss it through the air, it lands perfectly into her heart.

Dean stares at her as she falls, just staring at her while he breathes heavily before he turns to me. I recognize the absolute anger in his eyes and look down, "I'm sorry."

"Shut up and get in the car," He growls lowly, "I'll be there in a second."

Nodding quickly, I stand up and scurry out of the room and towards the door. The way he looked at me...it was just like Dad whenever he was mad at me. I never thought that I would get that look from my big brother.

I rush to the car and get in, closing the door shut and staring straight ahead of me, my entire body tense. Dean doesn't come back out for about ten minutes but when he does he was carrying a bunch of things. I open the door to help but he glares and growls, "Back in the damned car, Y/n."

My mouth falls open to explain but I close it and shut the door again. Dean shoves the items into his trunk and then walks towards his side of the car when he gets in the door slams shut. He doesn't move to start the car and just stares angrily at the steering wheel. "Dean...I-"

"What part of 'stay in the car' do you not understand?" He looks at me his nostrils flare as he speaks.

I open my mouth the say something but I can't. He huffs out a dry laugh, "Nothing huh?" I look down at my hands at the disappointment in his voice. "Just thought you could come in balls a-blazin' and it'd work? Y/n when I tell you something I expect you to fucking listen."

"I'm sorry," I whisper.

"Sorry," he growls as he starts the car, "isn't going to undo it. Sorry isn't going to make that thing on your neck go away. But hey, now you'll always have a scar to remind you not to disobey, right?"

I stay silent, tears run down my face. I keep my injured hand clenched with the other wrapped around it. He doesn't need more reason to yell.

***

When we get back Dean doesn't stick around, he steps out of the car and slams the door behind him. I follow quietly and walk into the bunker. Sam smiles when he sees us but the smile quickly disappears when he really sees us. I don't look at him, ashamed, and walk straight towards my bedroom where I lock the door and fall onto my bed. I grab my phone and plug in my earphones, blasting my music loudly.

***

Sam watches as the two separate, the cut on Y/n's neck does not go unnoticed. Dean walks straight to the fridge and grabs a beer. Sam waits until Dean gets a few chugs in before asking, "How did it go?"

"I told her to stay in the damned car and she didn't listen," Dean answers angrily.

"How'd she get that cut and all those bruises."

"Got tossed into a wall, then the main bitch witch held a knife to her neck."

Sam sighs, "Dean, the whole point of her going with was so she could learn. She can't learn from a car."

"How the hell is she supposed to learn if she can't listen to a simple command such as staying in the car, huh Sammy?" Dean was clearly upset, "She shouldn't have come, we should have waited until something easy came up."

Sam scoffs, "None of them are easy, Dean. It's always going to be hard because she doesn't have our experience. But what if that case doesn't come, what if we're hit with something we can't handle without her but she doesn't know anything. She needs to learn, Dean. You can't keep her hidden forever."

Dean's lips press together in a thin line and he glowers at Sam. Sam shrugs, "You know I'm right, you should have taken her with."

Dean huffs, his frown shrinking, "I owe her an apology, don't I?"

Sam makes a 'duh' gesture and points back towards Y/n's room. Sighing, Dean sets his beer to the side and makes his way to his little sister's bedroom. He knocks first, a few times but each time he was left unanswered. "Y/n," he calls for her through the door.

When she still doesn't respond Dean tries the doorknob and growls under his breath when he finds it locked. Dean walks back over to Sam, "It's locked."

Sam purses his lips before shrugging and saying, "Then you can wait, or..." Sam pauses, looking regretful that he had even started saying something. "Or," Dean inquires. Sam exhales and looks away before looking back up at Dean, "There are keys for everyone's room. A key."

"Where is it?"

Sam grimaces, "I mean, let's just leave her alone."

"Sam, what if something's wrong? What if the knife the witch used was laced with something? She didn't respond at all when I knocked or said her name." That sells Sam and he sighs before getting up to get the key. "Here," he says when handing it to Dean.

Dean smiles and makes his way back over to Y/n's door. He tries knocking on it once more and then unlocks it with the key. Dean opens the door slowly and sighs when he sees Y/n curled up into a ball with her cheeks still damp from tears. Her headphones are in which would explain why she didn't answer the door.

Dean walks up to her slowly and sits on the edge of the bed. When Y/n's bed dips it makes her jump and she jumps up, her headphones get yanked out during and she winces. When she sees her big brother she looks at him with scared uncertainty, "Dean?"

Dean sighs and runs a hand through his hair and rubbing the back of his head, "I-I'm sorry."

"What?" Y/n's brows come together in confusion.

"I said, I'm sorry. I was too harsh, I shouldn't have made you stay in the Impala."

Y/n slouches and she looks down at her hands, Dean follows her gaze and frowns when he catches sight of the dried blood on her hand, there's way too much for it to be just from her neck. "What is that?" He asks reaching for it. Y/n tries to pull away but Dean was quicker and catches her hands, "How did this happen?"

"When she threw me back over, my hand landed on my knife," Y/n's face flushes with embarrassment, "I was being stupid."

Dean winces, "No, no you weren't. I would have done the same thing when I was your age, I shouldn't have yelled at you like that." Y/n manages a weak smile and Dean returns it, "For your first encounter with powerful witches, you did pretty damned good. Especially with a knife to your throat. I'm proud."

That makes Y/n grin, "Yeah?"

Dean wraps an arm around her shoulder, "Of course." He gestures towards her injuries, "Now let's get you fixed up."

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All Reader Fics: @memyselfandmaddox

#Dean x Sister!Reader #dean fanic #reader!winchester #Sam Winchester #Dean Winchester #requested #fanfiction #supernatural fandom #SUPERNATURAL FICS #supernatural reader inserts

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christianworld · 3 years

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I like Chloe more now than she has a destiel fanic on "stumblr". I get the teletubbies EMI, but there's nothing wrong with supernatural 🤨. Oh yeah Ohio, where is Poppy confession since she went before Chloe. You definitely keep a photo of Dean in your wallet Chloe and it's okay 🤣😂

#playchoices #queen b

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redhourglass · 5 years

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Three hours pass before the trance fades. Paint is all over her, in her hair, on her cheeks, embedded deep in the crevices of her fingernails. Drained, she looks down at her work, at the glimpse of the future Fate has allowed her to see, and all the color drains from her face.

“Oh, God.”

#welcome to my season 15 fanic #that will maybe get written one day #supernatural fanfic

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why-what-no · 2 years

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Dinner Date

Pairing: Morpheus x Reader

Warnings: Things get a little heated at the end 😚

Summary: Knowing Morpheus was working too hard, his partner decided to set up a nice dinner for the two of them.

Requested by: @writing-fanics

The table was set, with (Y/N) using their nicest tableware. The food was cooked and delicious, steam rising gently. Candles were lit, those nice smelling ones that made the room all relaxing and pretty.

Everything in their apartment was in order and (Y/N) was feeling proud of their work. They might not run an entire world like their lover did. Might not deal with politics and supernatural drama every day. But they could at least do this.

“Morpheus?” They called out, knowing that he would be able to sense their words.

And indeed he did, with (Y/N) feeling his arrival just as he appeared. “What’s all this?” He looked around, sounding pleasantly surprised.

“Dinner.” They smiled, gesturing to the table. “I figured you could use a break. So I checked with Lucienne when you were free from work for a few hours.”

His trademark small smile appeared on his face, Morpheus’s version of a large grin. “Thought of everything, did you?”

“What can I say, I’m a genius.”

“I never doubted that.” He replied, kissing them and letting them push him gently into a chair.

They ate silently for a few moments, Morpheus savouring the food that his partner made. “Thank you, for this.” He told them gratefully.

“It’s just food, sweetheart.”

“No.” He shook his head. “For all of this. You were correct, I did need a break.”

Chuckling, (Y/N) rested their hand on his. “I know. I know you, Morpheus.”

He looked at her, soft wonder in his eyes. It wasn’t that he was just realizing how lucky he was, he already knew that. Already knew how special his partner was. “Sometimes I can’t believe you are real. You seem like something I would react to be a good dream.”

“You’re such a romantic.” The grin on their face at his words was wide and beautiful to the Dream Lord as they teased him. “I’m real. And yours.”

“And I’m thankful for that.”

He stood up, stepping up beside them and kissing (Y/N) deeply.

They immediately stood up as well, pulling him closer. The dinner had been wonderful, but now it was forgotten. The two of them too obsessed with each other.

“Is it time for dessert?” He joked, nimble hands over their body. Lifting them onto the counter, he pressed kisses along their jaw.

They laughed breathlessly. “I wouldn’t mind that.”

“Well then.” Morpheus leaned down, hand steadying himself on the counter. He peered up at them with his smile. “I suppose it’s time for me to do something for you.”

#the sandman x reader #the sandman #morpheus x reader #morpheus #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless #smut #my fics

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roxy-davenport · 7 years

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Days of How and Why

Pairing: Dean x Reader, previously Cain x Reader

Word Count: 1,877

My beta: @raspberrymama. Thanks you so much for being my beta and for brainstorming with me. I was sooo stuck on where to go with this. You’re a lifesaver.

A/N: ANGST, depression, grief. I blame it all on the album I choose. This was written for @mrs-squirrel-chester’s Album Challenge with the song, Days of How and Why, which is the fifth song on the album, “Ash & Ice” by the Kills. The flashbacks are in italics and the lyrics are bolded.

Also on A03

“Could this list be any longer Sam? Organic apples, really?”

“Apples nowadays have quite a lot of pesticides, Dean. It’s the smart move.”

You tried not to laugh at the bitchface Dean was giving Sam. Shrugging your shoulders, you took the list and headed to the garage. Dean started the impala and in twenty minutes you would be in front of the biggest grocery store for thirty miles.

Dean was about to rock out to AC/DC but you placed your hand over his so he couldn’t press the button.

“I know how you feel about the healthy food Sammy, and I dig it, so how about you buy all the fattening but divinely delicious products.”

“Deal.” He looked over at you and kissed your forehead and then boom, blaring music. Man, was Dean predictable.

The second you got to the grocery store, you split up. You didn’t particularly want to hear Dean bellyaching the entire time about the price of apples.

If anyone asked you you’d say you had had depression but you were okay now. You dealt with the complexities of your lover dying. You weren’t guilty or in denial about your lingering feelings, right? Nope, you were completely okay. But it seemed the universe wanted to convince you otherwise. Your brain kept on making weird associations; from apples to the Garden of Eden and then to Lucifer who made the Knights of Hell. You immediately stopped your brain from going further down the path. Why was today a bad day? Why the associations today?

You honestly thought you were okay but grief is a strange thing. You had been with Cain for seven years and it had only been two years since his death. Dean was an amazing boyfriend and he was always there for you. He always reacted immediately and gave you the comfort and support you needed any time, no questions asked. He was your rock, your support system. Which is a bit weird considering that he was the one who killed Cain. But if you were being truthful here, Dean killed the monster Cain became and not the Cain you fell in love with.

In the beginning Cain was a good man, a loving man. He was always gentle with you despite being named the father of murder. You lived with Cain in his cabin away from prying eyes, away from hunters and demons and any distractions. It was just the two of you. It was calming being close to nature with the man you loved. You made dinner together and told each other everything about your lives. You learned a hell of a lot about bees including how to care for them. The sex was gentle and loving and he always made sure you came at least three times before he came. He resisted the mark for you but he couldn’t resist forever. You just wished you had had more time with him.

Unfortunately, you were never really good at dealing with grief. You preferred not to dwell on sad thoughts and repressed a lot of your emotions so it was reasonable to assume they might pop up at random times.

Something you're doing

Ain't doing me good,

I can feel it in my blood.

Thunderstruck.

Wheels spun

I believe anyone.

Always looking,

Never found

How I'm keeping

My head down.

These days of why and how

Get so hard,

I'm not saying another word.

The aisles were always so small in supermarkets and predictable you bumped right into two shoppers. They were unfazed by it and continued talking rather loudly.

“Yeah that’s a Cain and Abel story if I heard one. What a rivalry between two brothers.”

You froze in the aisle when you heard his name and everything came flooding back to you.

“Cain, you don’t have to do this.”

“I do.”

“No, please. I’m begging you. Please. Don’t let the mark control you. You’re better than that.”

“I have to do this. I have to destroy everyone in my bloodline.”

“Everyone?”

“Yes.”

“Even the children? What’s wrong with you? People are given free will. They can choose to rise above any “cursed blood.”

“Like I did.”

“Yes exactly.”

“I’m tired Y/N. Really tired. The mark has been calling to me everyday. I just can’t ignore it anymore.”

“Apparently Collette was better at getting you to stop than I am.”

“Don’t you dare bring her into this.”

“Saint Collette, right? Clearly, you loved her more than me.”

The sound of Cain’s hand hitting your check was the only thing heard in that moment. The chiming of the grandfather clock and the creaking floorboards were forgotten in that moment. You drew back from him, tears in your eyes as you walked out of the door. If he wanted to be a monster, let him. You refused to stand by and watch it happen.

“Wait. Wait. I-I’m sorry. I just...”

“No. Cain. No. I don’t forgive you and I’m not staying to watch you destroy everything we built and lose yourself in sadism. You don’t love me like you loved her. Maybe losing her the way you did made you not able to really love anyone else but I’m not strong enough to bring you back from the brink. If I stay, I’ll destroy myself trying to help you. I can’t do that. I love you Cain, but the man I choose to be with is already dead.”

You were leaving him to the wolves. There was no hope that he could be anything better than a killer without you but it wasn’t fair for you to stay and damn yourself either.

When I hear your name

It's like a freight train

Shake shake shake shake

Shaking me

Off my tracks.

The one acting

The fool is nigh

I can feel it in my heart

Silence is the loudest shot,

A train passing in the dark.

All I do is wonder why,

Why and how

you leave me every night

Oh, oh

You were in the supermarket bending down with a hand on the aisle to support yourself. You felt numb, your chest hurt and your mind wouldn’t stop associating with Cain. You turned to your left and saw McCain food in the freezer section. Fries. Cain’s name on fries? How banal. You walked over to the freezer on shaky legs dropping the food you collected on the floor. Your hand went on the freezer door and you cried.

The Winchesters needed help, Intel on Cain and so they forced their way into your house desperate to get you to help them. You had no idea how they realized there was a connection between you and Cain but they had. They took you with them to show you the damage Cain was doing. You agreed that he had to be stopped and so you joined them.

However, when the time came to kill him, you couldn’t let it happen. You ran down the stairs yelling at Dean. You burst into the room and Castiel had to hold you back as Dean killed Cain with the first blade. You screamed and screamed. Knowing this was your fault. You had willingly worked with them, helped them to find him. And even worse, his last words to you were, “I’m sorry.”

Cain was the villain in the piece so why were you trying to save him. It was a rational argument but every time you felt guilty. Guilty for leaving and guilty for doing what you had to do to save everyone else. He trusted you and you betrayed him. He may have said, “I’m sorry” but you wished you could have told him you were sorry.

When I hear your name

It's like a freight train

Shake shake shake shake

Shaking me

Off my tracks.

When I hear your name

It's like a freight train

Shake shake shake shake

Shaking me

Off my tracks.

People in the grocery store were staring at you crying over freezer food. There was quite an audience gathering. You vaguely heard Dean’s voice calling you but you were still lost in the memory of Cain. Dean kept calling all over the store until he came to the crowd.

Like a linebacker, he pushed everyone out of the way to get to you. He saw the food on the ground and instantly dropped what he collected. He ran over to you and turned you to face him. You slapped him.

“You killed him,” You whispered in a pained voice.

Dean knew exactly what was happening. He looked over and saw the Cain food. His eyes softened as he pulled you into himself.

“I know, sweetie. He loved you until the mark was too much for him. He held off for seven years. That’s a lot longer than I ever could. Let’s get out of here. Come on baby.”

You pulled away from him. “I’m sorry. I.I…” you began.

“I know, baby. You’re having a bad day. I understand. No anger, no resentment. I just want to make you feel better. Come on, let’s get out of here and talk.”

“What about your pie?”

“You’re more important.”

You were shaking, tears streaming down your face. Dean held your hand every so often on the drive back home.

“I’m sorry I slapped you, Dean.”

“It’s forgotten, baby. What happened though? Was it seeing Cain on freezer food?”

“That helped sure but it was a passing remark from someone. They were comparing something to Cain and Abel.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I thought I was doing better Dean.”

“Grief is a strange thing, Y/N. This is just a bad day. But I love you and I will stand by you through anything. I promise you that when we get back, I will do whatever it takes to put a smile back on that face. That’s my job as a boyfriend, to take care of you.”

Dean continued, “You looked dazed in there, like you were lost in a memory or something. What were you seeing?”

“My last conversation with him as a girlfriend and then, ever.”

“Oh, wow.”

“Yeah. He needed to be stopped though. He was turning into a monster, killing innocent people and if it wasn’t you who did it, we would have never met. And I would be very upset about that. You’re the best thing that ever happened I have to learn to be okay with this.”

“It doesn’t happen overnight.”

“I know. I’m going to see a therapist this week. Using an alias, of course.”

“Sounds like a great idea. I’ll help you look for names.”

When I hear your name

It's like a freight train

Shake shake shake shake

Shaking me

Off my tracks.

When I hear your name

It's like a freight train

Shake shake shake shake

Shaking me

Off my tracks.

Dean carried you out of the car and into your joint bedroom, ignoring Sam. He laid you down gently and sang, “Hell’s Bells” to you trying to lull you to sleep. He knew how you loved to hear him sing and Hell’s Bell was shared favorite between you and Dean. He kissed you on your forehead and watched you sleep; committing himself to do whatever was necessary to get you through this difficult time.

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taylorbeanbetch · 7 years

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After being super bored I finally decided to write yet ANOTHER fanfiction. This time Supernatural

#Supernatural #Fanic #spnfamily #supernatural fanfiction #anxious #anxitey #Overweight OC

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jesusonafrickinboat · 7 years

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Another One of Those "About Me" Things

Name: Chloe

Nicknames: Chlo, Chlightning, Space Kid, Boop Boop (thanks for the last two, anons :D!!)

Age: 15 (16 in 10 days!)

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Asexual

Romanticism: Aromantic

Zodiac Sign: Libra

Height: 5'9.5" (176.53cm)

Shoe Size: 10 US (9.5 UK)

Hair Color: Strawberry blonde

Eye Color: Blue

Favorite Flavor of Cake: Vanilla 👌

Favorite Book(s): Oh boy... Anything by Rick Riordan, Harry Potter, Magisterium, A Series of Unfortunate Events, and a lot more

Do Subject Have Colors?: Yes. Theater/Art - Red, English - Orange, History - Yellow, Math - Green, Science - Blue, Music - Purple

Last Thing You Ate?: Chicken and cheese enchiladas :)

Baths or Showers?: Baths for sure

What Kind of Phone (or Other Device) Do You Have?: I have a Nexus 5x

Do You Have Other Tumblr Accounts?: Yup! @isingsongswhenimbored and @coolpicturesiguess

Fandoms?: Phandom, Fanders, Supernatural, Sherlock, Doctor Who, Voltron, Magisterium, Harry Potter, Marvel, (there's not really a fandom at all, but) Kinky Boots, Panic! At The Disco (is there a fan name? Fanic! At The Disco?) probably more \/(•-•)\/

Fun Fact About Yourself: I met Brendon Urie on February 25th, 2017 (when I went to a P!ATD concert) and I saw him in Kinky Boots :D!

I Tag: EVERYONE :)

#about me #send asks if you want i guess :)

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plutomeetsgenius · 7 years

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Girl meets Magic Part 1

Hi Liz, I’m the nonnie that sent you the Fanfiction idea. It’s a work in progress but I would love your feedback.

Premise: Riley and Maya’s brush with a magical device sends them to 1920’s New York where Riley and Maya find themselves trapped in the bodies of Lenora Matchinski and Summer Hart respectively. Lenora is a journalist documenting the rising tensions between Wizards and No Majes and Summer is a Jazz Singer who loves to attend Ga. Will Riley and Maya be able to find a way home or will they lose themselves to the conflicts of the past?

Word Count: 783 (so far)

When she closes her eyes she feels an orchestra of noises wash over her. To her left the grating sounds of screeching wheels, and car horns. To her right the thud of footsteps on the pavement, and hurried chattering. When she opens her eyes all she can see are tall buildings, flashing billboards and streams of people and cars rushing by. It was easy to get lost here among the music of the city. Luckily she had her best friend to keep her focused.

“Riley, you’re doing it again,” Maya nudges her gently.

“Am I?”

“Seriously, why are you smiling?” Maya asks.

“How can I not? The city looks so beautiful today.”

“You always say that” Maya laughs. “C’mon Riley we’re here.”

“Amber’s Antiques,” Riley reads the sign aloud. The storefront is a dark mossy green color, and there is barely any light coming from the interior. It reminds Riley of a haunted house.

“Are you sure it’s open?” Riley whispers.

“Okay, so it’s a little shadier than your average thrift shop, but the prices are unbeatable.”

“Couldn’t we just go to Demolition?”

“No we can’t just go to Demolition!” Maya exclaims throwing her hands up in exasperation. “This store is way better. You’ll see.”

The door creaks open on rusted hinges, and Maya swiftly pulls Riley through. It takes Riley a second to get adjusted to her new surroundings. Riley is startled by how still everything around her seems to be. She walks among the antiques, a rusted sewing machine, a broken lamp, and a dusty cloche and she wonders if they have been sitting there for a hundred years. In the dull glow of the amber overhead lamps, everything loses its color.

“Isn’t this great?” Maya smiles, running her fingers around the mouth of a gramophone. Riley nods, although the musty smell of the shop is making her sick. She slumps down on a velvet ottoman, and looks listlessly at the floor. Beneath her feet a strange necklace twinkles. At the center of the necklace is an hourglass filled with crushed amethyst dust. Around the hourglass is a series of gold rings. A golden chain was attached to the outermost ring.

“Riley what did you find?” asks Maya.

“I believe it’s a necklace of some sort. It’s strange really, it looks so new. I don’t trust it.”

“I think it’d be a shame not to take it home,” retorts Maya, picking up the necklace. “Don’t you want to spin its little rings?”

“No, I think we should put it back down,” frowns Riley grabbing the jewelry from Maya. The two girls glare at each other, the necklace taught between them.

“I think you’ve gone too far Maya,” Riley whispers icily.

“I think you are being ridiculous. It’s just a necklace.” Suddenly, the purple hourglass shatters and Riley and Maya are blinded by a bright light.

“Are you alright?”

Riley looks up to find herself on a crowded subway train. She is surrounded by men and women dressed in heavy overcoats and hats. She finds the source of the voice to be a similarly disheveled young woman with wild blonde curls and a mink overcoat. Around the woman’s neck is the necklace. The hourglass center is shattered and amethyst dust is leaking out over the train floor.

“I’m a little disoriented. What happened?”

“Riley, it’s me Maya,” The woman whispers in Riley’s ear. “It seems we have traveled back to the 1920’s. I found this paper in my purse.”

Riley and Maya open the newspaper.

“March 27, 1926,” Riley reads the front cover. “Violence Against Wizards and Witches on the Rise, an article by Lenora Matchinski.” Next to the name is a photo of a young woman, probably in her early twenties. Her dark hair is tied back into a low bun, and she stares at the camera defiantly.

“That’s you,” whispers Maya.

“Well I see the resemblance, but I’m not really sure-”

“No, that’s literally who you are right now. You’ve occupied her body.”

“And who are you?”

“Flip to the entertainment section,” Maya instructs. Riley does as she’s told.

“Summer Hart to perform at the Bradbury Speakeasy,” Riley reads. Next to the interview is a picture of a young woman with wild blonde curls wearing a black beaded sheath. Riley looks back and forth from the picture to the woman next to her, sure enough they are identical.

“Approaching Prince Street,” announces the conductor.

“This is my stop!” exclaims Summer.

“How do you know?” asks Riley skeptically.

“I can access Summer’s memories. Her memories are telling me the Bradbury Speakeasy is a block away and she has to perform tonight. What do you say, Lenora, are you coming or staying?”

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submitted by ‘Luna Rose’

I think there may be some issues with characterization... don’t you think that Riley would be thrilled with the purple hourglass? Rush forward without much caution? Sure Maya’s always going to be egging her on and leading her down the path of adventure, but I don’t think Riley ought to be so cautious, though a time jump might account for that, so if you made that more clear, it would make more sense.

Also, I don’t know why Riley wouldn’t trust it. 1) she’s very gullible, but 2) there’s nothing there to indicate a sinister nature, something off, the supernatural. Maybe hint at ‘a faint glimmer shone off the grains of sand, even though there was no direct light’ or something about the newness ‘everything in the little shop was worn with time and bore the marks of life lived... except for a little hourglass necklace that seemed to be as new as the day it was made’, some thing to make it seem *off*, enough that Riley would obviously notice.

And maybe consider revising the dialogue? It can be really hard to avoid your natural way of thinking or speaking when writing out dialogue for pre-established characters, but maybe go back and watch a few episodes to get a handle on how Riley uses contractions, the pauses in her speech and the colorful imagery that she uses. It will make the piece a whole lot more convincing.

I’m sorry if any of this feedback crossed a line, but when I get presented with an unfinished bit of fanic, I sort of go into beta mode. I’m sorry this is late, but let me know how it goes.

#riley matthews #maya hart #crossover #crossover au #fantastic beasts and where to find them au #girl meets world #gmw #rilaya #hi #fantastic beasts and where to find them #submission

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Blood Night (Chapter One)

Summary: Reader is abducted by a nest of vampires until Sam and Dean show up to fight them off. The events of this night will change the reader’s world in ways she didn’t know were possible.

Author: oheyitscryssi

Warnings: language, violence, abduction, mention of torture.

A/N: So I’ve decided to try my hand at writing a series of sorts. Not much fluff or anything in this one, but the Sam x reader dynamic will grow. Let me know what you think!

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You creep through the forest, your face cringing at every snap of a twig or rustle of a leaf. It had taken you two days to get away from the men who abducted you, and you had no intentions of going back. You weren’t even sure if they WERE men. The way they moved, talked, everything about them pointed to something not human, but you couldn’t figure out what. And you sure as hell weren’t stopping for a brainstorming session now.

Behind you, the sounds of someone crashing through the foliage trigger your flight reflex and you take off. All thoughts of being stealthy leave you, and you flat out run. Where you were running to, however, was mystery. It was pitch black in the woods and you constantly trip over tree roots, plants, and other debris. A sob escapes you as you push yourself faster, branches whipping at your face and tearing at your clothes. Your chest burns with the exertion, black dots swirling on the outskirts of your vision. You need to stop, if only for a second, to get your bearings and catch your breath.

You dodge to the right, flattening yourself against the trunk of a large tree. Your hand grips the stitch in your side as your lungs gulp for air. You lean forward, desperately trying to quiet your breathing. Tears streak down your dirty face and you strain your ears to compensate for the lack of light. The heavy footfalls behind you have stopped, and that scares you more than if they had been drawing nearer. At least with the noise, you could approximate where they were. You close your eyes, holding your breath and hearing your own heartbeat pound in your ears.

The twist in events that led to your escape had been nothing short of miraculous. Two days ago, you had been walking from the bar your friends had been at to your car when a rough hand had clamped down on your mouth from behind and the cold steel of a knife had pressed into your neck. A raspy voice had warned you to be quiet as its owner dragged you through an alley, depositing you into the trunk of a car. Everything you had ever learned about getting away from an abductor fled in your panic. The only thing you could think of is survival. You tried to gauge where you were going by counting the turns you took, but you quickly lost track. The walls of the trunk had seemed to close in on you the longer you were trapped, and you wrapped your body into a ball to make yourself as small as possible. After what seemed like hours, it seemed like the man had turned from smooth asphalt onto an unpaved road. You were jostled around, your head and shoulders banging off the inside of your space. Finally, the car stopped. The lid of the trunk opened, instead now there were 5 men instead of one. Each of their faces were set in a cruel smile, anticipating the arrival of their cargo. You saw a woman standing behind them and you began to scream, hoping she would take pity on you. This proved to be futile as the female just laughed and ordered the men to put you with the others. You continued to scream and plead anyway, hoping that someone - anyone - would hear and help. You kept it up until a hand lashed out and connected with your temple. Then, all you knew was darkness.

You awoke a few hours later to the fell of metal bars digging into your body. Sunlight streamed in through the spaces between the boards of the shack you were being held in. You sat up slowly and scanned your surroundings, realizing with a jolt you were not alone. A few feet away, a young woman about your age was locked in a cage indentical to yours. The men and woman were not in attendance, however, and there was no sign of them to be seen. Curling your fingers around the bars of the door, you began shaking them gently, hoping to jostle them open. It had no effect and you began to shake harder. The noise woke the girl, her head snapping in your direction.

"Stop that," she hissed. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?" You took her appearance, appalled when you spotted her left shoulder coated in blood. The left side of her neck had a nasty wound from which blood glistened. It almost looked like a dog bite - crescent shaped and ragged. But the size was all wrong for an animal. This, you realized, was made by a person. You tore your eyes away and focused on her face which was littered with scratches and sporting a black eye. “What happened to you?” you whispered.

"The same thing that happened to my sister, and that will happen to you." Her voice was resigned; clearly she had already given up. You couldn’t tell how long she had been here, and she refused to answer any more of your questions. She pulled her knees to her, hiding her face. Her clothes were torn and filthy, and you resolved that you were never going to let that happen to you. Dead or alive, you were getting out.

For the next couple hours, you studied the tiny one room shack. Memorizing every sliver of detail you could, you began hatching a plan. It was flimsy at best, but it was the best you had to work with. What you had come up with was a simple punch and run: when someone opened the door to your prison, you would aim for the nose (hopefully incapacitating them) and then flee. You didn’t factor in anyone else being there because, frankly, the plan was unlikely to work in the first place and throwing in extra variables would make you hesitate to act.

As the sun had sunk closer to the horizon and the light had dwindled, the girl in the next cage had grown more restless. You figured it was just fear of the dark, and you partially right. What you didn’t understand until sun up the next morning was there is less to be afraid of in the dark itself and more in what lies beyond what your eyes can’t see. When night had fallen, voices drifted into your awareness and the hairs on your arms and neck stood. Your unwilling companion began to whimper and cower farther and farther away from her own door. She looked like an animal fearing that her abusive master had arrived home.

The wooden door to the shack had swung open, the outline of a man silhouetted against the moonlight. The girl shrank into herself and bit down on her hand to keep from screaming. You were to scared to move, frozen in place. The figures had entered, moving directly towards the girl as she began sobbing. They opened her door and hauled her out meeting no resistance. Without even a glance in your direction, the had dragged her out and closed the door behind them. The flimsy partition did nothing to block the noises from outside, though, as a frantic scream pierced the night. Laughter joined it in a sick harmony, and it went on like that for hours. Screaming and laughing and thuds that could only be something striking flesh. When it got nearer to sunrise, the screaming had stopped. The girl did not return.

You spent the daylight hours the next day attempting to sleep. If you were going to make a break for it, you were going to need energy. You dozed off and on, your nerves and the iron bars never allowing you to slip into an actual slumber. Your mouth felt like sandpaper and your stomach rumbled with hunger, but there was nothing you could do for it. Your only option was to wait for nightfall to descend once again.

When it arrived, you were sitting bolt upright, waiting for your attackers to appear. They did not disappoint. The man who had dumped you into the trunk was the one to open your door. He was also on the wrong end of your sneaker as your leg struck out and your foot connected. He had let out a yell and rocked back and you had taken your chance, dodging around him… And right into a wall of waiting bodies. The impact sent you reeling back, scrambling to find your footing once again.

"Little bitch got me!" the man you had kicked was yelling. None of the others made a move to help him, instead clamping down on your arms and half carrying you out into what appeared to be an abandoned farmyard. A dilapidated barn was directly in front you, and it seemed like that was where they were taking you. You let your legs drop out from underneath you, becoming dead weight. These men seemed unearthly strong, though, and your efforts had little effect.

They carried you in as easily as if you were a child. Up ahead, standing on a crate of some sort, was the woman. In her hands she held a length of rope, and you didn’t like that at all. You had begun to kick and attempt to bite anything within your reach. One set of hands shook you harshly, making your teeth clack together. Your arms were yanked above your head, your wrists tied with the rope and hung from a hook drilled into a beam in the barn. The woman slithered up to you, her hand coming up to grip your face as she turned it from side to side.

"Sweet little thing, isn’t she? I wonder if you taste as good as look, sugar." Her tongue darted out, leaving a slimy trail up your cheek that made your stomach turn. As she pulled back, you spat in her face.

"Fuck you," you snarled. You knew there was no way you could get your arms free, so you had chosen instead that angering them enough to kill you quickly would be preferable to the torture the other girl had obviously went through. A sharp slap to your face made your eyes tear. You clenched your jaw shut, determined to not let a single sound escape your lips. A hand grasped onto your thigh and you kicked out to get away. This only brought on the ruel laughter you had heard the night before. Laughter that quickly cut off. All six heads turned to look at the barn door, and the woman motioned for the men to go check it out. Four of the five stalked out, the fifth coming to stand beside the woman.

"What do ya think? Hunters?" Why hunters would be out there, you had no idea. There was nothing in season that you could think of, and you sent out a silent prayer for their safety if they had in fact stumbled onto this horror set of a farm. The woman angled her head to the side, her eyes never leaving you.

"It’s possible, but we’ve been careful not to expose our nest. Unless… someone was careless?" The man swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the effort. He mumbled something about going to check on the others and made his exit. The woman moved closer to you, her hands on her hips. "See, sugar? This is why you never send a man to do a woman’s job. They always manage to mess it up. That’s okay, though. You and I can have some girl time."

She drew a knife from her jeans, running the blade from under your ear, down the side of your neck, the metal clicking against the buttons of your blouse as she traced it down your torso. Your eyes focused on a point behind her as you tried to remove yourself from the situation. You let out a small yelp as the point of the knife dug into the skin of your abdomen - not deep enough to cause actual injury, but enough to draw blood. You bit down on the inside of your cheek, filling your mouth with a metallic taste. The woman’s face wore an expression of glee. Clearly she was enjoying this. She had raised the blade to inflict more damage when the door to the barn splintered apart.

Two men ran in, blades flashing in front them. They skidded to a halt when they saw you hanging in front of them. The woman had vanished. The taller of the two ran over, his hands on you hips as he lifted you to free your hands. Your arms dropped limply in front of you, and he made quick work of the rope with the large knife he held. He did a quick inspection, his hands gently taking inventory of your injuries as he asked if you were okay. Exhaustion and relief momentarily silenced your voice. That is until you caught a flicker of movement to your right.

"She’s still here!" you shrieked, pointing in the direction you had spotted the darting figure. The other man was jolted into action, his flashlight moving to where you had indicated, his body following suit. The woman jumped out from behind a piece of rusting equipment, her voice raised in a shrill cry. She landed on top of the man with the flashlight, sending both of them crashing to the ground. The one who had freed you shot over to help and you took your opportunity to run.

Now here you are, in the middle of nowehere, the damp and cold leeching into your bones. A voice that sounds far off wafts through the trees, carried by the wind that has picked up.

"Sam! SAM! SAMMY!"

Your heart jumps as you hear movement a few yards away. Someone is coming. That kickstarts you once again, and you’re off. You hear your pursuer answer as he takes up the chase.

"DEAN! She’s over here! Get the car and head us off on the road!"

'Road? What road?' you think. Your legs work furiously, carrying you further and further away. From the sounds of it, though, your pursuer is hot on your heels. You don't know how long you can keep this up when the springy floor of the forest gives way to pavement, your sneakers smacking against the surface. The roar of an engine gives you pause as a pair of headlights blinds you. Your instincts make you duck down, one arm protecting your head from the certain impact coming, the other shielding your eyes from the glare of the lights. Tires screech on pavement and the car stops a mere foot from your body. The driver's door opens quickly, its occupant lurching out and slamming it shut. You panic and back away, arms held out in front of you.

"N-no, no, please, don’t-" Your entire body begins to shake. Your muscles burn and tremble from overuse. Your heart pounds frantically, seemingly intent on getting as beats in as possible before its stopped for good. The driver walks toward you slowly, hands held palms out to show you he’s carrying nothing.

"Look, its okay now. It’s alright. You’re safe," he says in a gentle voice. You’re so freaked, though, that this does nothing to calm you. His hand reaches out to touch your ankle as you scramble backwards on you hands. His touch sends your body jerking back, his form blurry from the tears in your eyes.

"Get away from me!" you scream. You flip yourself over, your feet gathering underneath you intent on launching you back into a run. You don’t even get going when you collide with something tall and warm. It’s your rescuer, the one that freed you from the barn. You dart behind him, hands clenching the back of his jacket. One of his hands reaches behind him to find you as he turns.

"Ssh, ssh, its over. Okay? Its over. We’re the good guys. That’s my brother, Dean. He’s not going to hurt you." He uses the same tone of voice one would use when speaking to a frightened child, which is exactly how you’re feeling at the moment. Your arms wrap themselves around his neck as your body gives in to the sobs that have been fighting theor way out. You feel a warm embrace circle you and hear the deep rumble of his chest as he speaks.

"Dean, we can’t just dump her at some hospital and leave her. She’s a mess emotionally , but physically she seems pretty okay."

Dean agrees, telling him to get you into the car. Sam (or so you assume from what Dean was yelling earlier) walks you over, opening the rear passenger door. You slide in, the sobbing over but the shaking showing signs of being around for a while. You expect Sam to close the door and get in the front, but he sits down right next to you instead. He slides his jacket off and lays it over your shoulders before reaching to fasten to your seatbelt. Dean looks in the rearview mirror for Sam to give him the all clear before he pulls away. You lay your head against the window of the car, the motions of the drive finally lulling you to sleep.

You awake some time later in motel room bed. The strength of the sunlight filtering in through the blinds suggest its late afternoon. You sit up slowly, every muscle protesting. Across the room, Sam is sitting at a table with a laptop open in front of him. The click of the keys is audible in the silence.

"Hey," you say, your voice hoarse. The screaming you did the night before has taken its toll. Sam’s head snaps up and he closes the laptop. He makes his way over and sits down on the edge of the bed.

"Hey." His tone is soft, his eyes worried. "How are ya feeling?"

"Like I ran a marathon through a Freddy Krueger film." He gives a small laugh and you find yourself smiling. It disappears quickly, however, as the events of the past couple days rear their head. "What the hell was that?"

"Vampires, if you can believe it. Yeah, that’s actually a thing," he says in answer to the shocked look you give. "But more blood sucking and none of the sparkling." His joke falls flat as you attempt to absorb this new information. You stay silent for a few moments, your mind working to realign everything you thought you knew about the world.

"Vampires. Awesome. So, what? You two are like the male versions of Buffy?" He chuckles a bit before answering.

"Eh, not quite. My brother and I are hunters. We track and kill things like vamps. It’s kind of our job."

"Things like vamps? You mean there’s more than that out there?"

Just then, Dean shoulders the door open. The smell of fast food fills the room as he carries the bags and tray of drinks over to the table. After depositing everything, he looks over at where you and Sam are sitting.

"Hey! Sleeping Beauty awakens!" He smiles over at you. He retrieves a cup from the tray, inserts a straw, and brings it over to you. You take it gratefully, gulping almost half of it down before looking back up at the both of them.

"Well, I’d say you two have some explaining to do."

While the three of you eat, the boys tell you about who they are and what they do. The tale is hard to believe, but you’ve seen more than enough evidence to convince you. Besides, the honest tone in Sam’s voice has you trusting him in whatever he says. He could tell you the sky is actually green at this point and you would take it as base fact. By the time they’re done and most of your questions are answered, its dark out once again. You sit cross legged on the bed, the wrappers and bags from your meal strewn about. You look down, intent on finding just one more fry, and for the first time you take in the state of your hands. They’re covered in dirt and spotted with blood. If that’s how your hands look, you can’t imagine how the rest of you must have fared.

"I really need a shower," you mumble. Sam hears you, stands, and makes his way over to his suitcase. He pulls out a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. Both items will be too big on you, but you’re not about to complain. You take the clothes and head towards the bathroom. Before you close the door, you stop and turn towards the two guys standing awkwardly in the room. An idea has taken hold of you, and you can’t shake it. Now that you know the supernatural is real and that what happened to you may be happening to others, you can’t stand by and do nothing. So you ask the question that will change your life forever:

"So, you two have room for one more on this hell ride?" The guys look at eachother in shock. Clearly, they weren’t expecting this. After a moment of silent discussion, Dean shrugs his shoulders and Sam turns back to you.

"Sure. If you’re in, we’re in."

You smile at him and nod, closing the door behind you while a million open up ahead.

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