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crushedbyhyperbole · 2 months

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Whiskey on the Tongue

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: You are the forbidden fruit Dean had always wanted to taste, and when you steal his whiskey the way you do, he is powerless to resist.

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A/N: This is my first ever Supernatural fic after having started watching the show just before Christmas. I know I'm late to the game but is it ever really too late to start loving a fandom? I've tried to make the reader generic in every way other than being cis-female, and Dean finding her hot.

It's been an absolute age since I wrote anything and probably longer since I posted anything here on Tumblr but I'm getting back into it now. Hopefully this finds its way to people in the Supernatural fandom who love a bit of Dean smut.

I hope you enjoy and, as always, I value your comments and feedback.

Warnings: Smut, explicit smut, alcohol consumption, mentions of people who have passed away, profanity as standard with pretty much everything I write.

*** Minors do not read or interact - 18+ content ***

Dean let his head fall back against the headboard, clenching his fists to try to distract himself from the deep ache in his left leg. It had been falling asleep for well over an hour now, but he didn’t want to move and disturb you.

The door to his room in the bunker was closed. Locked, in fact, though he did not remember doing it. You didn’t comment or so much as move when Sam brayed on the door and tried the handle, calling out for Dean to return his book. The very book that was in your hands right now.

“I need that book back, Dean.” Sam grumbled.

“Not now, Sammy!” Dean called back, hoping his little brother would just go away.

“I’m researching Nephilim to help Cas with the Kelly situation, Dean. It’s important.” Sam became more insistent.

“I said NOT NOW, SAM!” Dean hollered with a kind of finality that even Sam wouldn’t argue with.

Outside the door, Sam huffed and stalked away. Dean looked down to see you looking up at him from your position, lay on his bed. Your head was resting on his left calf, his leg bent with his foot tucked under his right knee. You had your knees up with your foot tapping along to his banging playlist, your jeans tight around your thighs and with your head tilted back he could see all the way down the deep V of your t-shirt.

He was going to hell. Straight there. Do not pass go. Do not collect two hundred dollars. And he probably deserved it.

He snapped his eyes up towards the ceiling but it was too late, he could feel himself stirring uncomfortably in his jeans. If Bobby was alive he would have skinned him raw just for having you in his room. Bobby was always protective of you, his niece. You were only a couple of years younger than Sam but Bobby had made himself very clear that you were off limits.

“If you touch one single hair on her body, I’ll make you regret the day your balls dropped. Do you hear me, boy?”

Bobby Singer. That man did not mince his words. And to this day, Dean had taken that threat as gospel. Even now that Bobby was up there with the Angels, that son of a bitch would find a way to keep his word.

You shifted, causing a painful twang to shoot up his leg. The reflexive grunt he failed to stifle made you look back up at him, giving him that glorious view again.

Dean decided he could die like this. If having a dead leg was a legitimate threat to his life, he would go out happy with the view of your rack in that lacy black bra he could see within the V-shaped window of that too-tight t-shirt.

He raised his eyes, once again to heaven, asking Bobby to forgive him or give him strength or something because – god help him – he wanted to take you right then and there.

It wasn’t unusual for you to seek him out after a case when you didn’t want to be alone, but you didn’t want to talk. You would just sit while he drank, reading or working on spells. You said he quieted the noise in your head. Hell, he wasn’t going to argue, you were a sight for sore eyes every time he came home. You were wicked hot and sexy in a non-slutty way. Not that slutty was bad. Dean liked slutty. But that wasn’t you, you were different.

A drink. That’s what was missing. Dean needed a damn drink, especially if you were going to torture him by laying on him all evening.

He reached over to his bedside unit, for the bottle he kept in there for special occasions. A bottle of twenty-five-year-old Speyside single malt that he liberated from the British Men of Letters on his last interaction with Ketch.

The pour made you stir again but it wasn’t until he raised the cut crystal tumbler to his lips did you move. Your hand came up and claimed the glass from underneath, twisting it as you sat up so as not to spill any.

“Where’s yours?”

The cheeky glint in your eye had him pursing his lips in mild annoyance.

“Don’t pout.” You lifted the glass, turning it until the mark left by his lips touched yours and you sipped, looking him straight in the eye.

Dean’s jaw went slack. The glisten of the whiskey on your lips and the satisfied hum you made when you swallowed – he swallowed unconsciously when you did – made his mouth go dry. He had never seen you like this.

You moved to kneel on the bed and walked your way slowly closer, giving his leg a tap; an instruction to move it aside. He did, causing pins and needles to infest his nerves like ants swarming on a log to escape a flood.

Knelt between his spread legs, you brought the glass to your lips again, sipping at the amber liquid. You leaned in.

Dean watched you, breathing shallow, attention rapt. You hadn’t so much as touched him, yet every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire in the best possible way. The closer you got the shallower he breathed until he was almost holding his breath, looking down his nose at how close your lips were. His eyelashes looked to flutter against his cheeks just as yours did when you brushed your whiskey dappled lips against his.

He refused to lick where you had been. He couldn’t. As soon as he tasted, he would pounce, and…

“Don’t.” He croaked out when you moved to lay your lips on him once more.

You looked confused but at least you didn’t look hurt. He couldn’t bear it if you looked hurt because of him.

“Bobby…” Was all he could say through his constricting throat.

You smiled then, full of amusement, lips brushing against his, you whispered “he’ll understand.”

Dean tried not to respond to you but you coaxed his lips apart and teased your tongue to meet his, short circuiting his brain. The taste of the scotch and the sweetness of your mouth made him groan. He had fantasised about having you for years, but never did he think it would be you seducing him.

His hands on your hips guided you roughly to straddle him, the bulge in his jeans pushing up against you as you settled. He took the glass from your hands and downed the contents, his eyes on yours as he dropped the glass carelessly on the bedside unit.

Your lips met his again but this time you devoured each other, tongues stroking together, moans stifled by each other’s mouths. He trailed his hands up your body, dragging your t-shirt along with them. Finally, he could see what he had been having glimpses of this whole evening. Plush breasts cupped in scant lace that was completely impractical for a hunt, Dean realised, like you had meant to come here like this. You had intended this from the beginning.

He tore at the lace, dragging it under your breasts to free them, shoulder straps slipped down. Pawing at them like he had never touched a tittie before, all he wanted to do was suck and nip and nibble.

Your breathy sigh was divine, and the moan that followed was filthy. You cupped the back of his head as he took your nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, pressing him further, asking for more.

While he worked on your breasts you undid his belt and fly, reaching into the front of his shorts to release him from the awkward angle at which he was trapped. You stroked him, firm but slow, feeling him for the first time. You had always wondered what he had going on down there that every woman he had ever been with would come back for more at the drop of a hat. You weren’t disappointed.

Dean lifted his hips, you thought to allow you to push his jeans down but instead he flipped you, making you squeal. Once under him, he ravished your breasts anew, pinching one nipple hard while licking and sucking the other. Soon you were a mewling mess, hips writhing, begging for something he hadn’t given you yet. Excited that he had taken control away from you, you watched him sit up and yank your jeans down, lifting your legs until they were bare. Your knickers followed and he spread your legs without preamble, lowering himself between your thighs until his hair and eyes were all you could see above your mound.

“Jesus Christ of Nazareth!”

You groaned as he suckled against your sensitive spot. Fuck, he was good with his tongue. Everything about him was good except his image. Bad boy Dean Winchester. He was every woman’s wet dream. He had been your wet dream since you were seventeen. But now you were plenty old enough and finally getting what you wanted.

Bobby had told you to stay away from him when you were a kid. Dean had a reputation as a ladies man even then, but he respected your uncle Bobby enough to keep his distance… until now.

Dean dipped two fingers inside, creating pressure in exactly the right spot. You gasped and gripped his hair as your pleasure began to crest, tugging on it for dear life. He looked up at you then, to see your eyes closed against the intensity of it, neck and face flushed red with your oncoming orgasm. When it came, the pulsing of your core was his sign to slow down. He left off his suckling and stroked you through the pleasure, watching you all the while. You were a beautiful mess.

“That’s my girl.” He praised you in that deep rough tone you adored, helping prolong your climax until you took his hand away yourself. “Are you ready for me?”

You nodded, allowing him to lift your knees up and stroke the weeping tip of his cock over your swollen clit.

From the front pocket of the jeans he still wore, he pulled a foil packet with Trojan embossed on it. He was swift with its application, aiming his tip just so.

When he slid home, your eyes rolled back and you reached to grip his forearms. It was something Dean would never get tired of seeing but it felt that much different with you. You were the forbidden thing he had always wanted but could never have. Even now he didn’t know whether he would come to regret this. God, he hoped not.

Balls deep in you, he leaned forward to kiss you, wrapping your legs around his hips. His instinct was to fold you in half and pound the living shit out of you, but you were already overwhelmed and he wanted to make this soft for you.

“Tell me what you need.” He spoke softly as he nuzzled your neck.

“Just you, like this.” You sighed. Who knew Dean Winchester was a considerate lover.

His slow, measured thrusts brought you closer to the edge, your core fluttering each time, he could feel it. It surprised him how quickly is climax built at this pace, but the added connection you both shared seemed to turn him on. He would never give up Busty Asian Babe porn but he could get used to this with you.

You didn’t close your eyes against the pleasure this time, you watched him come undone above you, gasping as his orgasm made his legs and arms shake, muscles clenched tight to keep his weight from collapsing on you. When he swelled you dug your fingers into his hips to pull him deeper with each stroke, and when he spilled you also came, eyes fluttering shut finally.

Dean knelt up, slipping the rubber off as soon as he was clear of you and, tying a knot in the end, tossed it in the direction of the trash can.

“Shot.” You said with a smile as the sticky bundle went straight in the can.

He quirked and eyebrow and give you a slightly smug lopsided smirk that said: What can I say? I don’t miss.

When you moved to sit, he stopped you.

“Here, lemme get that.”

“Thanks.”

He stripped his t-shirt off and used it to clean up the wetness between your legs. Though none of it was his, it would still dribble when you moved. Afterwards he tucked it under your ass and flopped down on the bed at your side, moving his arm behind your head so you could rest it on his chest. You were both content. Both had goofy grins on your faces. Both disbelieving that you had finally gotten what you wanted.

A loud knock at the door started you.

“Are you done?” Sam said. “I need that book.”

“NO!” You and Dean shouted back in unison, laughing afterwards.

“Bobby’s gonna kill you.” Sam called back through the door.

“I KNOW!” Dean yelled gruffly, pulling you closer.

There might be a time in the future where the ghost of Bobby Singer came to make him regret the day his balls dropped and, if it happened, Dean would be happy to see him again. In the meantime, you and he could work on a whole bunch of reasons to make the cranky old bastard come down from up high for a visit.

Dean pulled the sheets over both of your heads, nibbling at your neck until you moaned his name. Aside from the roar of Baby’s engine, he had found his new favourite sound.

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“Come hell or high water.” | Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Looming over the Winchesters and [Y/N] is the war between heaven and hell. Dean will ultimately be faced with a choice he’d never be able to make. What will happen?

This will be a multi-part story, not necessarily set in a specific season but around 4-5 would be the best fit.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Mentions: Sam Winchester, Castiel, Micheal and Lucifer, Bobby Singer

Warnings: none, will provide for each chapter as they’re written.

Part I:

Michael and Lucifer had both been impatient, each showing up at various times and places—both wanting the same thing; more or less. Each wanted their designated Winchester brother to simply say yes.

Three days earlier.

Sam, Dean and [Y/N] were sat in their shared motel room in New Orleans, Louisiana. Sam was on his laptop, browsing for cases on different news websites. [Y/N] was flipping through the local newspaper to see if anything stuck out in the reports there, but she wasn’t having much luck. Dean was.. well, in true Dean fashion he was chowing down on a burger that he’d brought back from the local diner. “Your food is gonna get cold, or I’m gonna eat it, the entire world isn’t gonna fall apart if you two take a damn break.” Dean spoke, mouth half full of chewed food. Sam sighed and looked over to [Y/N] who finally closed the newspaper. “Fine, you’re right.” He spoke up, closing the laptop that had been in front of him for at least two hours. Turning his attention towards [Y/N] Dean would clear his throat (after having swallowed the mouthful of food) and gently squeezed her shoulder. “C’mon sweetheart you haven’t eaten today.” She’d sigh knowing her boyfriend was right, placing her hand on top of Dean’s and giving it an affectionate squeeze. “Alright, alright. This goddamn newsprint is giving me a headache anyway.” [Y/N] folded the newspaper back up and tossed it onto the table. Grabbing the brown paper bag, she pulled out what would be Sam’s usual and handed it over to the younger brother. She pulled out her own food and carefully unwrapped the burger, quickly picking it up and taking a big bite. Now that everyone was a little more focused on the food, Dean would continue to eat himself.

“I dunno man, everything I’ve seen has been completely normal. It’s like all the evil in the world has gone radio silent.” Taking a bite of his burger, the younger of the Winchester brother was clearly frustrated. “That’s what scares me, when things tend to be normal on the crime side.. it’s never a good sign.” [Y/N] replied, tucking a loose strand of [Y/H/C] hair behind her right ear. “There’s gotta be something, I’m sure we’ll find it but there’s no use finding anything if we aren’t fit to do the job.” Dean spoke up again, verbally nudging the two most important people in his life to continue eating. “All the sons of bitches can’t have just ran into hiding.“ He’d conclude, grabbing the bottle of beer he’d set aside and taking a swig. “It’s just weird, Dean. Normally it doesn’t take us so long to find something to at least check out. There’s nothing online at all that’s raising even a little suspicion.” Sam answered, looking extremely concerned when he locked eyes with his brother. Dean’s eyes were sympathetic and truthfully—he was worried too. Everything both Sam and [Y/N] were saying was true but he also couldn’t afford to let them see any hint of the fear his heart carried. Not only because it made things more real but he was too busy anchoring them, keeping them from spiralling because then they’d be no good to anyone once evil rears its ugly head. [Y/N] finished chewing another bite of food before adding another thought. “I haven’t seen anything local either I mean, that was the third paper I’ve scoured from front to back and everything just seems.. normal. It’s weird.” It took the chiming in of the eldest Winchester to calm the noise of the impending chaos again. “Hey, look, we’ll just take a break and see if anything comes down the pipeline. Right now I need you two to eat before I start force feeding you.” Sam and [Y/N] both looked at each other before chuckling softly and for the first time in the last couple of hours, the stress of it all faded away. Dean was the first to finish his food (no surprise there) and so he silently asked to use Sam’s laptop, the younger brother nodding as he continued to eat. [Y/N] had finished her food, not realizing how hungry she’d actually been. Of course Dean knew because he knew her like the back of his hand, which was why he’d been pushing her especially to eat since he brought it back to the room. She smiled to herself for a moment as her gaze moved to where Dean sat, scrolling on the computer. Those strikingly beautiful green eyes scanning the screen to see if he could find anything to ease the worries of the trio. Sam was of course the final person to finish his food and when he had, [Y/N] began to grab the garbage that had become scattered across the small table in their room. She stuffed everything back into the brown paper bag it came in before throwing it into the trash can. Rubbing at his temples, Sam slowly pushed himself up from his seat. “I’m gonna shower. Let me know if you guys find anything yeah?” He spoke, walking over to his bed and grabbing the go bag with his clothes in it. He saunters towards the bathroom and closes the door, both [Y/N] and Dean heard the door lock. Dean’s eyes moved to look up at his girlfriend with an expression that seemed exhausted. Noticing this, [Y/N] approached the table again, this time taking the chair closest to her green eyed baby. Leaning her head onto his shoulder, he managed a half smile with his gaze moving from the laptop screen to his beautiful lady. Her [Y/H/C] locks framing her face perfectly, not to mention her [Y/E/C] eyes that always brought his soul some peace. Everything about their world was utter chaos with something even worse looming overhead, yet just by looking into her eyes he’d find a calm like he’d never known.

[Y/N] had met the Winchesters as a child, her father one of the many hunters that John had worked with in the hunt for the yellow eyed demon. Unfortunately her father met a cruel fate at the hands of a shifter and that left her alone in the world. Naturally, via the connection, Bobby Singer would end up taking [Y/N] into his home and that’s where she’d spend time with Sam and Dean. Years on end would see them meeting a handful of times and enjoying various activities and days with Bobby while John hunted. Of course when John and Bobby had their big blow up fight, [Y/N] went a while without hearing from the brothers. Dean had gotten in touch a couple years later and kept in touch through texts mostly, which was surprising but [Y/N] wasn’t complaining. Sam would email every once and awhile but it was very sporadic. Which [Y/N] learned years later was because Sam had left hunting and gone to Stanford—basically ignoring the hunting life and everything supernatural. It was actually during this time where Dean and [Y/N] would begin doing hunts together. Off and on of course, sometimes very rarely with John but usually just the two of them. Often times these cases required them to, as they called it, ‘bend the truth’. This involved posing as different forms of authority to gain access to information that they normally wouldn’t have. Many times, both Dean and [Y/N] had to pose as a young couple in love. Newlyweds or happily engaged—various forms of in love, gaining them favor amongst the community or with other authority figures. This went on for months, both seemingly having feelings show themselves but it went undiscussed. Dean wasn’t about flirting with women to get further on a case, which of course [Y/N] hated but she could never really say that. It caused a little tension at times until finally it came to a head on a hunt for witch.

“Dean, will you just stop and listen to me?!” [Y/N] yelled as she followed the man into their shared motel room. Dean remained silent, anger written across his features. [Y/N] huffed out a breath of frustration and ran her hand through her [Y/H/C] hair and looking toward the eldest Winchester boy. “Dean.” She tried speaking again, yet he still ignored her and aggressively unzipped his go bag. Sifting through its contents he was looking for something, growing more irritated when he couldn’t find it. “What are you looking for?” [Y/N] asked, there was more silence for a second before he finally spoke. “Credit card.” Straight to the point and with a tone that had [Y/N]’s eyes rolling. “You told me to put it in my bag because your wallet needed to get fixed.” She replied, dipping her hand into her bag she’d pull her wallet out and slipping the card into her hand. She’d slowly walk over to Dean and tossed the card onto the bed. This time it was his turn to sigh before turning towards [Y/N]. “Look, I’m sorry. I don’t know why I lost my temper, what you do is none of my business.” He said, which seemed genuine for the most part. “I just am lost, I don’t react like that when you flirt with a girl to get information or a bump in the line to meet with someone.” She spoke, though she mumbled under her breath. “Even though I want to..” Dean heard her and felt a sense of confusion wash over him. “Why would you.. [Y/N] why would you want to get mad over that?” Dean’s eyes had found themselves locked onto [Y/N]’s, waiting for her to answer. Throwing her hands up in frustration [Y/N] shouted. “For the exact same reason that you got mad today and punched the receptionist in the face, Dean! You and I obviously have feelings for one another but we don’t talk about them so we just circle the never ending drain of getting jealous and sad and mad in secret and letting it build up!” Immediately after the words had left her mouth she gasped and covered it with her hands. Dean was just as shocked as [Y/N] seemed to be, frozen just staring in her eyes. Moments later after pure silence, Dean turned around and drug his hand across his face. “Dean..” [Y/N] spoke, her tone much softer than it was moments ago. She took a step forward and slowly placed a hand on his shoulder, lightly gripping it. Dean turned with a quickness and crashed his lips against [Y/N]’s while his hand came up to cup her face. Naturally she was stunned, but began to kiss him back.

Ever since that day, due to some kind of truth hex, Dean and [Y/N] had been inseparable. It was the one good thing in Dean’s eyes that came from dealing with a witch. Moving his finger along the touchpad of the laptop, he’d close the website he was on and look up another. There had to be something somewhere.. there just had to be. “Should I get back on the papers?” [Y/N]’s voice broke the longstanding silence that had hovered over them. Dean pulled another half smile before turning and pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. “No sweetheart, it’s alright. I don’t think there’s anything in ‘em. You’d have found something by now if there was.” His gaze again fixated on the computer, scrolling through masses of crimes being reported. He was about to scroll again, but something caught his eye and he needed to reread the blurb. “Wait a minute..” he spoke in a soft tone, causing [Y/N] to sit up. “Did you find something?” She asked, looking at the screen now too. “Not sure, maybe.” He replied, clicking a link that brought up a fuller article. “Well I’ll be damned.. this one might be vamps. Animal attacks, puncture marks on the necks.. hell there’s nothing else remotely sticking out so I think it’s worth the drive.” Dean added, the lock on the bathroom door clicking open and soon enough the younger Winchester came back into the main room. Steam came flowing from the bathroom as Sam continued to dry his hair. “Hey Sammy, think we got something.” [Y/N] spoke with a soft tone and there was a look of relief on his face. “Wha.. where?” Sam asked, looking at his brother. “Tucson.” Dean answered, turning the laptop around so that his younger brother could look at the article himself. Now [Y/N] was the one pushing herself from her seat. “Hopefully you didn’t use all the shampoo and the hot water.” She joked, making her way to the bathroom in order to shower.

After everyone had showered and changed into their pyjamas, the trio had settled down for the evening. It didn’t take long for quiet snores to be heard from Sam’s bed, his back turned towards the couple who were sharing the other bed. “I’m glad we found a case, but I still don’t have a good feeling about this..” [Y/N] spoke, keeping her tone on the quieter side as to not wake up the younger Winchester. She was snuggled into Dean’s side with her arm draped across his lower abdomen and her head on his chest. Dean pressed a kiss to her temple before sighing in a low manner himself. “I don’t either, it’s bugging me but we can’t just ignore the situation on feelings.” He spoke, his own tone mirroring hers in keeping on that quieter side and both sighed. “It just feels like this case fell into our laps and it feels like it’s a trap, but I can’t pinpoint from who or why.” She aimlessly began drawing shapes on the end of Dean’s T-shirt and he could see that his off feeling wasn’t as strong as the one that [Y/N] was having—she only drew shapes in that manner to calm her mind down. “Hey [Y/N/N], something’s really bugging you about this.. what is it?” He asked, gently turning her chin upward so [Y/N] would meet his gaze. [Y/E/C] hues met the beautiful green eyes that Dean had, searching them for something. “I wish I knew. Dean, it just feels.. too easy. There was nothing for what? Two days? Now all of a sudden there’s one solitary case and we’re supposed to believe this isn’t a set up? It’s not making sense. I know we can’t just ignore a possible case, but it just feels like something is going on and nothing good.” [Y/N] sighed again, knowing that so many things were up in the air right now and so many things couldn’t be resolved in quick manner. “Maybe we’ll pray to Cas tomorrow, either before we leave or while we’re driving. See if he knows anything.” Dean offered, squeezing [Y/N] and bringing her closer to his body. “Yeah, okay. Sounds good.” She replied, snuggling into her boyfriend and slowly closing her eyes. Dean himself would adjust the covers and slowly close his eyes. “Goodnight, D.” [Y/N] whispered. “Goodnight, [Y/N/N].” He whispered back.

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Prologue

Description: Dean Winchester is slated to be the next Alpha of his pack. As with all Wolves, Dean is waiting to see who his mate is at 18. But when he doesn't find her within his pack, he wonders if he will ever have a mate at all. On the brink of going feral, Dean is sent away from his pack to search for his mate. He can only return once he's found her, or he must take on a chosen mate. Y/N is the daughter of the current Moon Goddess, Selene. Hidden from the mortal realm after an attack on the moon kingdom, Y/N has heard a lonely howl for the past ten years since she turned 18. When unexpected circumstances force her to leave her current home, will she be able to find the lonely wolf and help heal him?

Pairing: Shifter-Wolf!Dean Winchester x Shifter-Wolf!Female!Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Benny Laffite, Castiel, Garth, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Bobby Singer, Henry Winchester (in flashbacks), Nick (Lucifer), OMC Luke, Jack, OMC Zack, and many more!

Word Count: 2105

Warnings (For entire fic): Violence, Language, Sexual Content (Smut of all kinds).

This A/B/O is more werewolf centered than A/B/O-centered. I hope you all enjoy the world I have created through this fic. All characters, unless stated otherwise, are shifter-wolf. It is a world/lore that I stumbled upon and found myself wanting to write.

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The full moon was high in the sky as it shone down onto the pack gathering below. Sixteen year old Dean Winchester stood with other his age as their bodies bagan to shift. His bones began to break and rearrange as tufts of shiny grey fur began to appear. He groaned in pain as his family stood near him and encouraged him to not fight the change.

‘Just breath son,” his father, John Winchester soothed.

“Just take deep breaths and let your wolf take over, Dean.”

His mother, Mary Winchester, had instructed. He could only nod as his face began to change. His nose and jaw elongated to grow a snout and he found himself on his arms and legs as they changed into paws. It didn’t take long before he competed his shift and allowed his wolf spirit, Shadow, take control.

‘Woah,’ Dean said as his vision sharpened.

“Let us celebrate our children and the emergence of their wolves!” John’s voice roared as everyone sexteen asnd older began shifting.

The entire pack ran as one through the forest that was a part of their territory. Dean was at the lead with not just his parents but with the rest of the adults that made up his father and mother’s Alpha and Luna units. His best friend Benny Lafeitte was slated to be his Beta. Castiel Novak was to be his Gamma and the one to help calm and keep him intune with his Luna. And lastly Garth Fitzgerald III who would take on the Delta position.

The Silver Moon pack was one of the proudest and strongest packs in the area. John and Mary Winchester watched as their son rolled around in wolf form, playing with their second son, Twelve-year-old Sam.

“The pups are growing up fast,” John said as he looked at his wife.

“They are,” she sighed, placing her head on his shoulder, “do you think they’ll find good mates?”

“I think so.”

“Dean will have to start training with you as an Alpha,” Mary reminded him.

“He’ll make a great Alpha, my love,” John turned his head to kiss the top of his mate’s, “look at how he is with Sam and his friends. He will make sure our Pack stays strong.”

two years later,

Dean fixed his hair again. Today he would find his mate. When pack members turned eighteen, they would be brought together at the pack house to find their mates. Essentially it became one big party.

‘Gotta find mate,’ his wolf Shadow whined.

“We will,” Dean chuckled, “besides, who knows, it might be that we already found and sampled our mate,” he wiggled his eyebrows.

‘No mate, not yet. Can’t sense her,’ Shadow huffed.

Dean rolled his eyes before turning to the door to see Sam leaning against the frame.

“How come I can’t go!” he whined, “I mean, I know I haven’t shifted yet but why can’t I find my mate?”

“Sam,” Dean placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder, “you have plenty of time. Besides, it’s only four more years. What’s your rush?”

“I know, my mate,” the young teen said, shrugging his shoulders.

“You do?” Dean raised his eyebrow at his brother, “who?”

“Jessica Moore,” Sam whispered, lowering his head in embarrassment.

“Jess? Your mate is Jess? How do you know?” Dean asked.

“Swift could sense it.”

“You know you can’t know for sure until you’re 18, Sam.”

“But Dean, I’ve read in some of the books that some mates can sense they are mates before they’re 18. It’s not all that uncommon.”

“Sam,” Dean said giving his brother a warning glare. “You know the rules. You have to wait until your first shift and on the full moon of your 18th birthday to know for sure.”

“Fine,” his little brother grumbled and threw himself on the bed. “Can you feel your mate near by?”

“No,” Dean admitted. “But who knows, she might have been hiding from me. Or, it just takes me and shadow the full moon to feel them.”

Dean sighed as he watched his brother through is mirror as he continued to get ready. He couldn’t help but feel jealous. His brother’s wolf had already found his mate before he was eighteen. It wasn’t fair. Here he was, the future Alpha, and his mate had not surfaced. Or at least he couldn’t sense her in the pack.

Meanwhile, his brother, barely of legal age, could already sense his mate. He couldn’t help but feel jealous. His wolf let out a whimper before Dean shook his head.

“Then, in four years, you and Jess can make sure you belong together,” Dean cleared his throat, “this is a rite of passage, Sam. So hopefully, my mate is out there, and the Goddess Selene blesses me tonight.”

With that said, Dean gave his brother’s shoulder a soft pat before making his way down the stairs of the packhouse. He could hear his mother ordering people around to prepare one of the large rooms.

“No, no,” he heard her cry in frustration.

“The food needs to be placed in the next room. The main room is for dancing and mingling.”

“Mom,” Dean made his presence known, “don’t you think this is a bit… much?”

“Nonsense,” she dismissed him, “not every day your eldest is of age to find his mate. Besides, you know I do anything for you boys.”

“You really think I’m gonna find my mate tonight?” Dean huffed.

“Why not? I saw you and Cassie were together three summers ago,” she pointed out as she continued to direct older pack members around the house to help set up.

“But that doesn’t mean she’s my mate,” Dean shrugged, “how did you know dad was yours?”

Mary blushed and turned to her son, “I just knew. And so did your father. Our wolves just felt this connection given to us by the Goddess.”

“What if my mate isn’t here?” Dean asked, his fingers playing with a loose thread on his shirt.

“Then she will find her way to you,” Mary placed her hands on either side of her son’s face, lifting his gaze to hers. “You will find your mate Dean. You just have to trust that the Goddess has a plan.”

Dean nodded before taking her hands in his and giving his mother a kiss on her cheek. Turning away from the planning, he noticed Sam near their father’s study, his brother giving off a low growl.

“What’s wrong, Sammy?” Dean whispered.

“Dad’s got the council in there. I heard something about rogues near our border.”

“What?”

Dean stepped closer to the door, his senses tingling as he tried his best to use his wolf hearing. Much of what was being said was muffled, but he could make out a few words. He and many of his friends are mainly undergoing extra training in the next few weeks.

“Do you think it’s Lucifer?” John sighed.

“Is that what Nicks's runt is calling himself,” a voice called out, “Idjit.”

Dean recognized the voice as Bobby Singer, one of the pack’s elders. Bobby had come to join their pack around the time his father, John, was just a young pup. He remembered his dad talking about Bobby being one of the best warrior trainers he had ever seen. Dean heard stories of Bobby having a son once, but the elder never liked to talk about it.

“The rogues seem to be from Nick’s pack, and Luke seems to be leading the charge,” John sighed, “but all we can do is double that guard. Whatever he’s doing, we will need to find out.”

“We need to beef up training, John,” Bobby sighed. “I’m too old for this.”

John chuckled, “my dad trusted you, and our warriors are strong because of you. Benny is set to take over for Hypolite.”

John’s heavy footsteps could be heard from the other side of the door. Dean could tell his father was worried. He only paced in his office when he needed to think of a solution to a problem.

Dean and Sam continued to try and eavesdrop on the conversation when the door cracked open.

“You know,” their father’s voice started them, “if you wanted to know what was going on, Dean, all you had to do was knock.”

Dean stood up and gave his father a sheepish smile.

“Well--”

“Samuel,” John huffed, “you know better than to sneak around. If I wanted you to know, you would know.”

“But dad! How come Dean gets to go to all the Alpha meetings? I’m an Alpha too!”

John placed a gentle hand on his youngest son’s shoulder, “Dean is going to be Pack Alpha one day. He is of age. He’s been training for this just as you have. Right now, I need you to be a kid and enjoy not having to worry about his”

“No fair. I can fight and be helpful!” Sam growled.

“I know you can, pup,” John ruffled his youngest son’s hair. “I promise when the time comes, you can help.

Sam frowned and stomped his way up the spiral staircase to his room, grumbling along the way.

“He’s trying to grow up too fast,” John sighed.

“He’ll get over it once he gets back into training mode,” Dean assured his father, “is it serious? The rogues on our borders?”

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow,” John dismissed, “tonight you find your mate.”

“Yeah,” Dean sighed as his father walked away, “if she’s even here.”

The guests arrived with Dean hanging out with his friends, Benny Lafitte, Castiel Novak, and Garth Fitzgerald III.

“Excuze me, Boyz,” Benny said as he pulled away from his friends, “seem’z Red and I have zeroed in on our mate.”

“Already?” Castiel huffed, “how the --”

Dean watched as Cas stopped talking and turned towards the front door.

“I, um… I gotta--”

Garth and Dean watched as Benny and Cas walked toward their mates. The couples seem to fall into easy conversation.

“Don’t worry, Deano,” Garth gave the Alpha a slap on his back, almost making him choke on his drink, “I’m sure the next girl to walk in will be your--”

Dean covered his face with his hands as Garth clumsily tripped over his feet at the next female that walked in. Garth had stumbled into not just the table the boys were standing by, but the following tables lined up with the front door.

“Sorry, my bad!” Garth called out as he stumbled his way toward the female.

As the night went on, Dean watched as his friends and peers paired off with their mates. It hurt that his own mate hadn’t shown herself yet. By the end, Dean was left alone, his head hung low as he walked towards the balcony overlooking the valley.

The moon shone so brightly that its rays illuminated every corner of the pack's territory. Dean finished off the last of his drink before turning his gaze to the moon. Shadow could feel Dean’s pain. After all, he and Dean were one and the same. Their pain resonated so profoundly that Dean let Shadow take over as a mournful howl echoed through the sky.

‘Goddess hear my plea,’ it seemed to say, ‘let my mate find me soon.’

Little did Dean and Shadow know that in the realm of the Moon Goddess, the goddess herself had heard his cry.

“Dean Winchester,” she said, her voice a whisper as the howl echoed in the halls of her palace. “When the time comes, your mate will find you,” she said to the wind. “Strong heir of the Silver Moon Pack, your trials are just beginning. My Conor’s sacrifice to keep our daughter safe will not be in vain. I hope you can be patient.”

She walked to her room, away from the enormous mirror in her chambers, where the reflection of Dean sank.

This was to ensure the safety of her daughter, Y/N. The wolf, who claimed the name Lucifer, was no match for Conor's valiant efforts. The death of Selene's mate was ultimately felt by her. Her first concern was ensuring the safety of Y/N. Meeting Dean was still too soon for her. The young Alpha had to face his own struggles as her daughter trained.

A second reflecting pool was entered by the moon goddess's palm. With her light, she extended her hand into a room that was otherwise dark.

Whispering to her daughter, "My little Y/N," she delicately gathered the stray hairs and placed them behind her ear. "For as long as it takes, I will shield you from harm. I can only pray that the web of destiny does not end in sorrow."

Chapter 1

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Winchester's Folly

Summary: When Dean gets into trouble John decides to hide the truth for his family

Pairing: Alpha Dean x Omega!Reader x Alpha Sam

Word Count: 1261

*Dark! Fic-don't continue if you are disturbed by the subject matter

Warnings: A/B/O, non/con elements , dub/con elements, enslavement, pandemic, non/con drug use, collaring/leashing, forced mating, forced breeding, BDSM elements, show-level violence

*Additional warnings to be added

*Square filled: @spnabobingo -Rut Suppressant @spnaubingo -Sub!Dean @anyfandomdarkbingo - Voyeurism

A/N: * UPDATED 3/24 They say the third time is the charm, this will be the last rework of the Prologue.

A/N II: Still working on reigning myself in, keeping each part reader-friendly length, and have no clue how many parts this will end up being.

A/N III: a few notes about designations in A/O sub-genders for this story.

Alphas-Dominant (head of the pack/family) Subordinate (obey Dominant) Breeders (rare & highly coveted by the government. Can challenge Dominant for pack/family leadership)

Omegas -Domestic (mostly wiped out by plague, few natural born left) Feral (government-supplied breeders sold commonly called O's) House O’s (3rd generation+ Feral/Dominant breed. Used as servants/sex workers) Pack (rare & highly coveted by the government)

*Divider by @firefly-graphics

*No Beta-all mistakes are mine

PART I

Five weeks ago

John had grown tired of Sam’s constant complaining about finishing his sophomore year in one place, so he found a case out west and left his sons in this backwater town. The little money he’d left was running out, and when Dean couldn’t hustle anymore, he took a job at a local garage.

It wasn’t long after another problem arose.

Dean ran out of suppressants in one of the few states requiring a doctor's prescription. He was unsuccessful in obtaining them through less-than-legal channels. Out of options, Dean made sure his brother had everything needed for a few days before taking off to find someone to sink his knot into. He was chatting up a pretty brunette Beta in one of the low-end bars when their irate Alpha showed, and a rut-induced fight ensued.

When the local sheriff showed up at the ER, a doctor informed him the Alpha had died from exsanguination by canine perforation of the carotid artery. Dean, because he was now in full rut, was on IV sedatives, and the sheriff ordered him handcuffed to the hospital bed and posted a twenty-four-hour guard so he couldn’t escape. When Sam could not reach their dad, he called Bobby Singer, even though they were forbidden to contact the Beta after their Alpha fell out with the grumpy hunter.

The young Alphas' words spilled out in a jumble of profuse apologies and explanations, making Bobby’s temper flare. He always considered the brothers to be his kids, and upon hearing Dean’s going to jail and Sam was in North Dakota’s CYF custody, he wanted another shot at the elder Winchester with something more potent than rock salt. Reassuring Sam he’d be there by nightfall, Bobby pulled out his hunter contacts and started dialing, asking everyone in the vicinity to track John down ASAP.

When hitting town, Bobby’s first stop was the CYF holding facility. He presented the fake documentation verifying he was the brother's blood uncle and allowed temporary custody of Sam. Then, to find out what was happening with Dean, they headed to the police station, where Bobby flashed his FBI credentials to the officer in charge, whose response was that information would only be released when his Alpha arrived. He wasn’t allowed visitors except the public defender assigned to the case but slipped them a paper saying that Dean was charged with voluntary manslaughter.

Unable to do anything else and unwilling to sit around the rental while waiting for their pack Alpha, Sam went to the local library to research the state’s laws on his brother's case. At the same time, Bobby interviewed the witnesses from the bar that night, ensuring no unnatural forces seeking revenge against John had a hand in Dean's predicament.

Several days later, John rolled into town and went directly to the police station, where they informed him of the situation and then allowed a brief visit with his eldest. His fuming turned into a boiling rage as he walked towards the interrogation room. Out of all the shit Dean had done over the years, this proved what John always considered his subordinate offspring to be, a worthless fuck-up who was only good at taking orders, and John no longer wanted to deal with him.

Entering the interrogation room, he sees Dean seated at the table, tethered to it by his shackled ankles. The ruddy cast in John’s eyes that'd begun when Caleb found him envelopes his irises, and Dean suddenly found himself airborne, legs flailing as far as the chain aloud, kicks over the chair, then is slammed onto the table, the back of his head impacts the table with a sicking crack, trapped under the weight of his Alpha, his dad, whose hands that used to carry him as a young pup now are wrapped around his throat strangulating him.

Dean flashed back to the night his dad laid baby Sammy in his arms and ordered take your brother outside as fast as you can! And not look back! Over the next sixteen years, John’s mantra, watch out for Sammy, was burned into his psyche, but before he’d even been born, Dean already knew Sam was his in every sense of the word. He was about to lose consciousness when the door burst open, and three deputies barreled and tasered John, shocking the raging Alpha into unconsciousness.

Sam maneuvers around the chaos, drops to his knees next to Dean on the floor and rolls him onto his back, helplessly watches him gasping for air between bluish lips. Sam can sense that dark, angry thing that’s always there, slithering through his veins at the finger-shaped bruising developing around his brother’s neck makes his canines elongate and releases a bloodcurdling wrawl.

Silence fills the air except for Dean’s rasping breath as he watches his brother slowly stand up, appearing confused as to why everything is tinted a strange color. Sam, scanning the room with his glowing, extraordinary shade of red eyes, finally landed on John, feeling the deep-seat anger that while Dean’s lower status didn’t interfere with hunting, it’d never allow him to stand up to their Alpha about to explode.

“Son, don’t.”

Sam finds Bobby’s voice absurdly loud and agitating but heeds the Beta’s advice as the deputies drag the eldest Winchester out of the room.

Twenty-seven days later

At Dean Winchester's arraignment, the assistant DA said that due to the extenuating circumstances, him being on the cusp of a rut, and the Beta’s signed confession of deception in retribution for their deceased Alpha purchasing a House O, their office was willing to offer a plea deal. The Public Defender asked for a brief recess to discuss the terms when John stood up and said, “Your honor, there’s no need for a recess. I accept the deal.”

The court clerk read the agreement out loud for the record.

“Alpha John Winchester agrees to procure an Omega for the defendant, Subordinate Alpha Dean Winchester, within ten days from this date and time, and will present them before this court with the proper documentation. If he fails, the defendant will serve the mandatory five-year imprisonment per the state law of North Dakota. At that time, Alpha Winchester must also surrender custody of his other minor Alpha son, Samuel Winchester, who will be taken to foster care and placed in a court-sanctioned home until he is of age.”

T-Minus forty hours

Shouting and loud banging at the far end of the warehouse drew the attention of several patrons and suddenly stopped just as it started.

“Dean, go wait by the entrance.”

“What?” Dean snapped without thinking, and John grabbed his leather jacket collar, “Don’t you take that tone with me, boy,” he snarled in a low voice. “I’m having to clean up your fucking mess so your brother doesn’t end up in the system.” Dean submissively replied, ”Yes, sir,” and walked away with Sam automatically following.

“No, Sam, you’re staying with me.”

Dean felt terrible for getting his brother mixed up in his mistake, noticing after they’d entered the warehouse, Sam kept trying to hide his natural, recently presented Alpha reaction to the scent of the O’s under his too-short hoodie, now forced by their Alpha to stay in the thick of it, so to speak. He watched Sam reluctantly fell behind his elder. “Let's get down to brass tacks, shall we?” The dealer gestures around. “Is there a specific type your son prefers?”

“Dean's preference of type doesn’t matter, but I want one under eighteen.”

Part II

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The One That Got Away - Chapter Five

Warnings: tw: child abuse, tw: physical abuse, tw: slut shaming, angst, language.

Word Count: 1.5k

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Female Reader

A/N: There are TRIGGER WARNINGS in this part - please heed these, and if you think you’ll be affected by any of them, please do not read.

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“Dean,” Mary got up from the table and went to the fridge, opening its door and pulling out a beer bottle. “Have a seat, sweetie,” she said, pulling out a chair and putting the bottle on the wooden dining table.

“Thanks, Mom. So, what don’t I know?”

“Sounds like Y/N might be back in town, son,” John said. “We don’t know for sure yet, only Jess has seen her, but she’s a nurse, and if it is her, she’s going by Singer now,” John carefully eyed Dean. Seeing his son go through such a range of emotions was heartbreaking.

“Yeah, it’s her,” Dean whispered, wiping his hands down his face.

Clearing his throat, Dean downed half of his beer in one swallow. “Bobby told me after Thursday's shift before I went fishing with Benny and Cas. Danny’s not got long left. His liver and heart are going, and he’s in a hospice. So, Bobby called her and said it might be time to think about coming home.”

“I didn’t even think of making the connection to Bobby,” Jess said softly. “He’s her uncle?” she clarified, and Dean nodded.

“Her mom’s brother. Caroline died in a fire when Y/N was little. Then her dad turned to booze and beatings to cope with his grief,” he glanced at Jess, who had a horrified frown on her features.

“From what I saw today and how caring and kind she was to me, I’d never have guessed she went through something like that,” Jess commented, and Dean chuckled.

“That’s Y/N for you! Carries the whole damn world on her shoulders, and you’d never know it. She cares about those around her way more than she cares about herself. She always has,” he smiled.

“You guys were a thing back in the day?” Jess asked curiously, and Dean let out a soft laugh.

“Yeah, you could say that! Dad, Bobby, and Danny go way back, and Mom and Caroline became best friends, so Y/N and I grew up together. We were best friends before we became childhood sweethearts. She was my first everything, and I was hers.”

“They could’ve been married with a couple of kids and a dog by now if he’d asked her to stay,” Mary pointed out, and Dean shook his head in exasperation. “Did Bobby say if anyone came with her?” she continued, trying to find out if someone had followed her from her past life.

“No. No husband or boyfriend,” Dean smiled, knowing the real reason behind his mom’s question. “Bobby said she dated but never settled with anyone. Apparently, she was a love them and leave them, too!” he chuckled just a little bitterly.

“Cute little thing like her, bet she broke some hearts!” Mary grinned. “Now that she’s back, are you gonna finally tell me why you didn’t ask her to stay back then? You and I both know she would’ve if you’d asked her to,” she enquired gently.

“I wanted to. God, I wanted to so bad! But I couldn’t do that to her,” Dean rubbed a hand down his face. “You’re right, Ma. She’d have stayed if I asked her to, and she asked me to ask her. If I had, I’d have married her as soon as we were eighteen, got her out of that godforsaken house. Ain’t no doubt about it. But I couldn’t.” He stood from his seat and brought the whiskey out of the liquor cabinet with three glasses. Mary wasn’t a whiskey drinker, and Jess was pregnant, so John took one of them and Sam another.

“She took a damn beating every day for fifteen years, Ma, from the one person who was supposed to protect her. He was her only parent, and he beat her because she looked too much like her mom. Because she survived,” Dean fumed as he fought to keep the tears at bay.

“Her mom begged him to get her out of that house, and he punished her for it. She was only three years old! That’s her first memory, the fire and her mom screaming at her dad to make sure she got out. Did you know that?” It was a rhetorical question, but the hurt and shock were hard for everyone to hide.

“I don’t know if she still does, but before she left, that memory used to replay itself as a nightmare whenever she was scared or stressed. Y/N didn’t deserve any of it. She deserved a life without beatings and abuse, and hatred. And if going to Chicago instead of Lawrence, fuck, even Kansas City or Wichita gave her that, then who was I to stop her?

“If I’d asked her to stay, her life wouldn’t be any better because of it. Sure, I could’ve protected her from the beatings and got her away from him. But Jody would still call her whenever he got arrested. Y/N would still have to deal with his rage, and she’d still fall victim to his verbal assaults and vulgar degrading. I did the only thing I could to truly protect her and… I let her go.”

Mary rushed over to him and hugged him tightly, trying to ease the pain her eldest son still felt after all this time, and she knew then what she had to do. Mumbling that she’d be right back, she headed upstairs to her bedroom and opened the drawer on her bedside cabinet. She pulled the ageing envelope out, the word ‘Dean’ scrawled in blue ink in unmistakable handwriting and returned downstairs.

“Years ago, Y/N wrote me a letter,” Mary explained to Sam and Jess, as the others already knew about it. “She was in therapy, and her therapist thought it’d be a good idea to write letters to the people she cared about most, and she told me what happened. We all knew something was happening, but I had no idea the extent of it. The fractured skull when she was six? Choking her at seventeen because she missed curfew?” Mary shook her head in disgust. John wrapped his arms around Mary to stop himself from getting in his car and killing the sick bastard himself.

“Was it ever…?” Sam let his question hang in the air, not wanting or needing it to be said aloud.

“It fucking better not have been, or I’ll kill the bastard myself!” John fumed.

“No, thank God,” Dean answered. “Always physical and verbal. The fractured skull and when he choked her were the worst he’s done to her. There were countless other fractured and broken bones, though. He was smart, and that made me so fucking mad! He’d always play off the broken bones as just a kid being a kid, you know? He’d say she fell from the climbing frame in the park or got injured doing gymnastics or playing hockey or netball. She fractured her skull and had a severe concussion from falling down the stairs, not because he pushed her so hard she fell into a fucking hardwood coffee table.

“The manipulative bastard hardly ever left a mark where anyone could see. She had a few black eyes and bruises on her arms throughout the years, and that was it, at least until he tried to strangle her. He damn near killed her that night. She was blacking in and out of consciousness and only got him off her by hitting him over the head with her mom’s crystal vase. She knocked him out cold!” he chuckled sadly. “All because she was helping me graduate. He thought she missed curfew because she was “whoring herself out” to me, but she was helping me study. I never forgave myself for that.”

“Don’t blame yourself, son. Y/N told me you knew everything and made her feel safe and loved. She told me you blamed yourself for what happened to her that night, but she knew it would have been something else if it wasn’t because she missed curfew. She never blamed you for it. For any of it,” Mary smiled sadly at Dean’s scoff of laughter. “And she apologised. For leaving you and breaking your heart,” Mary said, desperate to comfort him.

“I broke hers more when I didn’t ask her to stay,” Dean responded. “If I could go back, I’d…” he sniffed, wiping the tears from his cheeks.

“I know you were hurt when a letter never came for you. But one did, and it was in with mine. Y/N told me to give you this when the time was right and if it was in your best interests. I honestly didn’t know if I’d ever give it to you. If the time would ever be right, but that time is now. I’m not gonna apologise for keeping this from you,” Mary held her hand up to cut off his rebuttal. “If I’d given this to you all those years ago, you’d have run off after her, and I don’t think you’d like what you would’ve found,” she finished as she handed him the letter.

Dean sobbed as he recognised her handwriting and ran his fingers gently over the faded ink. Turning it over, he glanced up at his mom, a silent question hanging between them.

“I didn’t read it. It wasn’t my place to,” Mary raised her hand, wiped his wet cheeks, and gave him a gentle wink. Dean tore open the envelope without another second’s hesitation.

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Idjiots (sam x male reader)

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Warnings: Few cuss words? Sam and reader being idjiots, Alcohol.

The store was a busy place, it was full of human people. People who had blood running through their veins without a care in the world. Humans who had a family to get home to take care of. Human, that's all you could smell. It filled rooms wherever you went.

After years or practice you could control yourself in a room full of people. However that doesn't stop the smell from circling you. You had being working on self control for years now. With the help of your father...well with whom you considered your father.

Grabbing some fruits and some more vegetables after getting the basic things someone would get at the store you paid with the money you had brought with you and started heading home.

Once you exited the store the smell of the world was now around you. No longer were the strong temptations around you. Carrying the five bags you had in your arms you passed through people on the sidewalk and crossed the streets.

When you arrived home you hadn't been paying attention to if anyone had been there since its usually just you and your dad. You cant tell just anyone that Bobby Singer is your dad given his history and your own. Opening the door you start talking as you head straight to the kitchen. "so they didn't have everything that you needed on your list but i got other things that should work instead"

The three men who were sitting with Bobby all looked over at you before the oldest spoke up. "who the hell are you?" Turning around as you place down your bags onto the counter you look over at him. "I'm y/n and who the hell are you?"

" Im dean" after hearing his name you were finally able to put a face to the name. Bobby had told you stories about them and how they wouldn't take to kindly to you if they found out your a vampire. So he had said if you ever met them that you would have to get them to like you first before telling them.

Reaching for your items you begin putting them away as you speak. "well I pictured you to be very different. From all the stories I was told" Bobby knew what you were doing. He had told you about how Dean had a big Ego.

"Am i not living up to the idea you had of me?" he asked as you finished putting everything away and walked into the room with them. You looked at him and looked at Sam momentarily "I pictured you more attractive...and taller but I guess I was thinking of the wrong brother"

Sam looked up at you while Dean Smirked a little bit. "Well not all of us can have good taste" Which ended up with dean getting punched in the shoulder by Sam. "what did you say your name was again?"

"His name is y/n and he is my son..i guess you could say" Bobby answered "its a long story" Sam looked at him and shrugged "We've got time"

As you sat down Bobby began to tell them the story of how you two met and everything. Leaving out the part of you being a vampire. He always told you that if you ever wanted someone to know, you should tell them. Not him.

Once the story is finished you all talk for a while about their current hunt and some other things. And before you know it, its late and everyone is getting tired. "you guys can stay a few nights. So you don't have to worry about a hotel or anything while you hunt"

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Early in the morning you were sitting at your desk drawing. However the sounds of snoring were filling your ears since you could hear everything with your vampire abilities.

The sun had started to rise which caused you to finally look at the clock seeing its 7:00. You sigh and get up from your seat heading downstairs to see Sam passed out on the couch looking extremely uncomfortable. He got the choice of the couch since Dean and him played rock paper scissors and lost.

Feeling sorry for him you walked over and knelt down beside him and run your hand up and down his arm lightly. "Sam, wake up." Soon enough his eyes open and he looks at you "sorry you just looked very uncomfortable." taking your hand off him you stand up. "I'm going to make breakfast for everyone. Why don't you just go take my room in the meantime"

He slowly wakes up and sits up on the couch running his hand through his hair. "no no I need to get up. I'm usually up by now." Laughing a little as you walk to the kitchen "Must have had a long night then. You and Dean did drink a bit last night"

You were met with silence as you got out some eggs, bread, bacon and potatoes. Thinking that Sam went to your room to lay down you started to play some music, making sure to keep it at a low volume.

When you started to cook you hear footsteps behind you and its Sam beginning to scramble the eggs. He must have felt your eyes on him cause he smiled a little "I wanted to help. You made us dinner last night its the least I can do" You smiled softly as you continued to cook "thank you Sam"

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As you guys cook you hum along to the music that plays. Sam remains quiet, just listening to the food cook and your humming. However when Paramore comes on you begin go sing a little louder. Still remaining at a quiet tone since everyone is still asleep.

"I should be over all the butterflies, but I'm into you. I'm into you" You sing as you plate food for you and Sam.

"And baby even on our worst nights I'm into you, Let them wonder how we got so far" Sam joins in causing you to look at him and continue.

Let them wonder how we got this far, cause I don't even need to wonder at all" you sing and then you both sing the next line simultaneously. "after all this time I'm still into you"

You both continue to sing as you finish the food. Only stopping when you hear deans voice "okay you two love birds. I smelled food, didnt know a concert was available too" Turning around you see Dean grabbing a plate while your dad looks at you shaking his head chuckling to himself.

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The week goes by pretty fast. Too fast for your liking. You and Sam had gotten extremely close over the week along with everyone else. Your dad seemed happier when they were home, it was obvious to you but not to everyone else.

You were always super observant over peoples attitudes and feelings. However what you weren't observant of was Sam's feelings for you.

Since day one you had found Sam attractive, the fact that he was tall also didn't help at all. You and Sam watched movies together in your room at night when everyone was asleep. Made breakfast for everyone since the day you guys got caught singing.

Sam also couldn't help but start to like you too. First impressions are everything to him and you gave him a hell of an impression. When you joked with Dean the first time you guys met. Then how you were so caring towards everyone you cared for and yes that included him and Dean.

You two were oblivious even though you both flirted with each other all the time. However who wasn't oblivious to all of this was Dean and Bobby. They planned on doing something about it because they were tired of seeing the back and forth shit.

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On the last day they were going to be there it was a sunny day after raining for days. You felt yourself grow sad and slightly moody the longer the day went on. Sam and Dean were out catching the monster/s while you had stayed behind since they didn't need extra help.

Your dad is sitting on the couch drinking a beer when you sigh and grab a water bottle before walking into the living room. Bobby was reading his journal when you grab his beer and replace it with a water. "hey what the hell?" he says as you roll your eyes "Your liver has to be shit by now. With how often you drink."

He sit on the couch looking over at you now glaring at you. "listen just because you are upset over dean and your precious Sam are leaving today doesn't mean you get to take my beer!"

His tone wasn't actually upset he was just trying to get a reaction out of you and you knew that. So now you glare at him "just drink the damn water Bobby. Please" you say and he sighs before taking a drink of his water and continuing his reading.

A few hours go by and you had been keeping yourself busy not wanting to stop moving because you know if you did then you would think about how Sam is going to leave for who knows how long.

You were currently cleaning the kitchen making it spotless when the door opens the guys come back. When they come in they see Bobby drinking water causing dean to speak "I didn't know you knew what water was Bobby"

Bobby looks over and shrugs "y/n over there is in one of his moods. He hasn't stopped moving since you guys left" Dean knew why that was but Sam was to busy walking over to you and grabbed your arms lightly stopping you from cleaning the counters which were already clean "y/n slow down. There is nothing to clean"

Stopping your movements you look over at Sam and place down the rag onto the counter and let out a breath you hadn't known you were holding. "I'm sorry" you say as Sam pulls you close to him and he rests his head on top of yours. "its okay. No one is mad." he pulls away and gives you a small smile before Dean places his hand on Sam's shoulder "okay Sammy lets go grab our things and put them in the car"

Sam goes to the extra room and gets everything. While you go to the living room waiting to tell the both of them goodbye. Bobby ends up walking over to you "Tell the guy how you feel son." you shake your head "no there is no point. We never know how long they will be gone for. Or if they will even come back and we both know you wont let me go with them because of my...condition"

Bobby is silent especially when the both of them come down with their bags. He does go help Dean carry the stuff leaving Sam and you by the door.

Looking up at Sam you nod "well looks like its goodbye for now huh?" Sam nods and looks down at you "You know ill be back. Cant stay away from Bobby for long. ya know?" His words cause you to chuckle "oh yes sure. Bobby is always such a joy to be around"

Sam looks around and notices Dean give him a look encouraging him to do something. So he takes places his hand on your shoulder "look I will call you every day. Hell id invite you to come along but Bobby would probably have some words to say about that one. But i dont want to leave till I do something"

"do what" you ask as he brings his hands to the sides of your face pulling you into a kiss. He leans down quiet a bit as you wrap your arms around his waist.

When the both of you pull away you're both smiling like kids at a candy factory. You place your hand on his chest "I might just have to sneak away and come join you guys on your adventure"

Sam laughs and you both look over at Bobby when he whistles for everyone's attention. He holds out a bag and its the same one you had in your room. "well what are you waiting for Idjiots. Better leave before I change my mind"

Sam who was holding onto your hand walks with you to your dad and you hug him. He pats your head "be safe alright."

"yes ill be safe and blah blah blah. As long as you promise me one thing?" he looks at you with a questionable look "alright what do I have to promise to"

"drink more water, try to be a bit more healthy. Trust me i will know if you don't" he rolls his eyes "alright. Now you boys better get going"

The three of you nod and say quick goodbye and you say a quiet "i love you" to your dad before getting into the car in the backseat as the two boys sit in the front and start driving off.

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rainobrienn · 1 year

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headache - Sam Winchester (prt 1)

Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Synopsis; the Winchester boys never new of Bobby Singers daughter, and definitely didn’t know about her abilities

Warnings; blood and gore, thats really it, tell me if I missed anything <3

words; 4K

Your heart was racing as you stepped around the corner, hoping to not find another dead body.

As you tightly gripped onto the pistol in your hand, and stepped down the dark hallway. Hearing noises just around the corner, "fuck," you groaned as you heard two male voices, 'please don't be the cops' you thought to yourself as you saw flashlights.

You hid behind a post so the two guys wouldn't see you as they walked past, unless they were to turn down that hallway. Which you were really hoping they didn't.

"Seriously Dean," one of the guys groaned, "What?" Another voice scoffed, "stop touching me, seriously," he said with a huff, "I'm not," the other boy said with a confused tone. For a second you heard silence and then a gunshot, and a thud.

You peaked around the corner to see two very handsome looking faces on the ground, and one very angry spirit about to attack them, and both of their guns being across the floor.

You quickly walked out from where you were standing and shot at the spirit, it instantly disappearing. You looked down at the boys who were just getting up, brushing off the dust they had collected.

"Thanks," the taller one said, while the other one grunted in a thank you, both of there faces a little shocked. "yeah," you said nodding with a huffed tone. "I'm assuming you guys are hunters?" You said as you picked up one of the guns and handed it too the blonde guy.

"Yeah," The taller one said with a smile, "I'm Sam," the brunette one then said, "Dean," the shorter one added, giving you a "seductive" smirk, that you were not interested in in the slightest bit.

"Y/n," you smiled at them, "What's a pretty girl like you doing hunting by herself," Dean asked stepping closer, "uhm, I prefer working alone," you said, furrowed eyebrows, a small disgusted look on your face.

"Sorry," Sam said pushing Dean back, Dean grunting at his brother, "Uh, do you know anything about this Gerard guy yet?" Sam asked intrigued, "A little, why?" You said, "Well, we just got here and all we really know is the name, mind informing us?" He asked nicely, you immediately started to like the taller one better as he wasn't a dick.

"Well, I know he was an ex army man, his wife died back in 1986 and a year later the guy's son died of cancer, so then Gerard blew his own head off," you said, "I don't think Gerard is the one we have to worry about though, it's Mary, the wife, she was the murdered one, at first I thought they were just protecting their home, but it looks like Mary is some how, keeping Gerard from crossing over because she doesn't want to," you then said, a but more than a little information, you knew they were going to ask how you picked that up, and so you tried to figure out a story to tell them instead of saying you can talk to the ghosts straight up.

"How do you know this?" Dean stepped forwards asking, "I just do," you then said, you didn't have to explain yourself to them, "you just do? How are we supposed to believe that?" Dean asked, "You don't have to, I'm just telling you what he told me," you accidentally said. Furrowing your eyebrows in a disappointed look as you said that.

"Who?" Sam asked, "nothing, anyways, good luck boys," you said smiling at the two of them. Not wanting to be there much longer, trusting in them to get the case done by themselves, they seemed to be trained enough, and if they didn't by tomorrow you would handle it another time.

You didn't stay in a motel that night, you decided to drive back to South Dakota wanting to see your dad since you were so close to the area.

As you parked in the drive way, looking at your old home. Smiling at the few happy memories you had there, you stepped up knocking on the door, excited to see your dad Bobby for the first time in a few months.

You heard the door unlock, and then a smile on the old man's face when he saw you. "Y/n/n," he smiled, "hey dad," you smiled back giving him a big hug, feeling his embrace again was something you needed.

"What are you doing here?" He asked as he brought a cup of your favourite tea to you, "I was in the area, and I wanted to see my old man," you smiled, "I'm not that old," he groaned sitting down in his chair.

"You called the other day and you were in Utah?" He asked in a question tone, "Yeah, well this Gerard guy was calling to me in Nebraska, "human?" You dad questioned and you shook your head, "no, I feel bad for the guy, some hunter guys got in my way when I was doing the job, and you know me when I'm interrupted," you sighed, "I'm just hoping they help him," you sighed.

That night you had a really good sleep in your old bedroom, that your dad had never changed. Your old teenage band posters on the walls, your favourite little trinkets from a few of your first hunts around. It was nostalgic and calming, you loved the feeling of being home.

You walked downstairs that morning, your pjs hung low with a tight top on. You hair a little messy from sleeping, and craving a coffee.

"Y/n," you heard you dad called, "hmm," you hummed out loud from the kitchen, "come here," he said, you stopped making the coffee you wanted so badly and walked into the main living area.

Seeing your dad with a happy look on his face, and "Sam? Dean?" You questioned seeing the two tall boys from the other night standing there, a little beat up.

"You know them?" You dad questioned, "no, I mean they were hunters from the other night," you said shaking your head, "you know them?" I asked.

"There John's kids sweetie," he said, "Winchester?" I questioned, shocked at how much they had grown up. "Your kidding," you then laugh; a faint memory of when you were five, seeing the Sam boy and older Dean kid in a small hotel room with there father.

"Your Bobby's daughter?" Dean asked, "No I'm his mother," you said sarcastically, "you ran off last night?" Sam questioned, "I figured you guys could do it on your own," you said. "Y/n doesn't like being interrupted," Bobby said crossing his arms at you.

You watched as both the brothers were checking you out, enjoying the look from the taller one and not from the shorter one. You shook your head ignoring it, "Did you finish it?" You then asked, "Yeah, we ended up finding Mary's bones and she's gone," Dean said, and as he said that, the talking started.

But it was louder than usual, and more in a panic. You squinted your eyes, in pain from how loud it was getting. A young male voice, screeching for help, loud clanking in the back ground, you felt your knees hit the ground, and your nose start to bleed.

"Shit," Bobby said, he wasn't exactly use to these. You learned to control the pain over the years but they were normally quiet whispers and not this loud.

You felt yourself wake up, and you weren't home. In fact you were back in that sketchy old house in Nebraska, you felt scared. You hadn't heard a POV vision in years, or at-least you hoped it was a POV vision. You heard echoey crying coming from down the hall, and dark laughter from the same side.

"PLEASE STOP, PLEASE NO!" Screamed a young male voice, you slowly walked down the hallway. Seeing a room with the door slightly open and light leaking out, where the screaming was coming from.

You stepped in front of the door as it slowly opened, seeing the Gerard kids son chained against the wall, all bloody and hurt. "HELP ME!" the boy screamed when he saw you, you watched a guy turn around and it was Gerard, he was torturing his own son?

You then heard Gerard scream and come towards you, and that's when you came flying up. A breath of air escaping in a panic, you felt sweaty and gross.

"Hey hey hey," you heard your dads voice from beside you, handing you a glass of water. "you okay?" He asked, your breath started to slow down a bit, as you took the water and felt it run down your throat.

"How long was I out?" You asked, "only two hours this time," he said. The last time you had an episode like this you were out for two whole days, "I need to go back," you then said ripping the blanket off you, "back where?" Bobby then asked holding your shoulder so you wouldn't stand up, you looked to the door seeing the two brothers walk in concerned.

"Nebraska," you said, looking at the two boys. "It's not just Mary," you said, "Gerard, he, he was torturing his son, he's keeping his son there, Mary wasn't the problem she was warning us, she was protecting us," you said, "what?" Dean asked stepping forward, "did you not just hear what I said?" I asked annoyed at him already.

"No I'm hearing you, I just wanna know how you know that," he said, you looked to your father and then back to the boys.

"I can speak to spirits, from states away, they call to me," you said, "it's something my mother had, and now I have, but, I haven't passed out like that, or heard anything that bad in years," you said, still feeling the headache.

"Which means this is a very powerful spirit, when the son was calling to me, I think Gerard was blocking it by this clanking and screeching noise, it was horrible," I say, "You ok?" Your dad asked again, "yeah, i need to help him," you then said standing up, "Woah woah, your not dealing with something like that alone, you've already been hurt by the damn thing," you dad stated, "I'll be okay dad," you said.

"Sam and Dean are going with you," he said, "We are?" Dean asked, "We are," Sam said straight after in a 'I'm not asking you' tone.

"No your not, I don't work with other people," you said, "Y/n/n, these boys can handle themselves," he said, "I don't want their blood on my hands dad, I'm not going through that again," you said, looking back on your best friend, who died in action trying to save you.

"Y/n we can handle this," Sam said from behind you, "Dad," you said in a pleading tone, "Their going with you, or their gonna go alone," he said, you felt fear fill you, not wanting another hunters death to be on your hands.

"You annoy the crap out of me sometimes dad," you said before getting up to get changed, feeling the two boys eyes on you as you walked out of the small room.

As you drove, you couldn't stop thinking, about the boy, what was his name? Why was Gerard doing that to his own son.

Your thoughts were then interrupted by your radio freaking out, there it was. The clanking, and the calling for help, you kept hearing it get louder and louder, Dean and Sam driving behind you watched as you pulled your car over, stepping out and falling to the ground.

You felt your head splitting, "what do you want?" You asked, "help me!" You heard again, before it went completely silent.

"Y/n?" Dean called running up to you, Sam by his side as they helped you up. "I'm fine," you said pushing off the blonde boy, you looked at the boys who were looking at you like you were a ghost or something.

"Y/n," Sam said, "what?" You asked, watching as they pointed behind you, as you turned around you saw him, the boy. He was bloody and beaten, he disappeared and then re appeared in front of you, "Darren," he then said before disappearing.

"Darren?" Dean questioned, "You saw that?" You asked them, "Yeah," Sam sighed, "I don't think you should drive anymore," Dean said, "Don't be ridiculous," you said, "He's right

y/n," Sam then said, you looked at the both of them, concern in their eyes.

"What ever, who's driving my car?" I asked, Dean gave Sam a look before Sam sat in the front seat of your car. "Don't have to much fun," Dean said with a smile, i scoffed at him sitting next to Sam, rubbing the sides of my temples to try and get rid of this headache.

"You need anything?" Sam asked, you could tell he was the more thoughtful one, you could see Dean cared just, didn't show it, Sam showed it. "I'm good," you said breathing in, taking a sip of your water.

"I can't believe your Bobby's daughter, he never told us he had a daughter," he said, "he doesn't like me being near other hunters, but I guess the winchester family was different," you said shaking your head, "He kept you hidden well," Sam said, "I kept myself hidden well, I wasn't too fond of hunting when I was little and I hated other hunters, I use to tell my dad to not tell anyone about me, and he never did, besides John of course," you said.

"I'm sorry about him by the way, I know he wasn't father of the year but, I'm still sorry," you said, "so Bobby does tell you everything," he laughed, "well when I'm on my hunting trips he does," you smiled, you definitely felt a weird sort of connection with Sam, you felt safe around him, at ease, like you could let your guard down around him and he'd be there.

"You know it really does make sense now," you said to Sam, "Mary didn't mean to kill those people, she was trying to protect them, she was trying to protect her son from Gerard," you stated, "God how can a father do that to his own son," you groaned.

"It's horrible," Sam said, "I know,".

When you arrive back at the place, you immediately felt that the energy was different. It was darker, sadder, more disturbing.

"Is it just me or has this place gotten creepier," Dean says looking up at the building, "Well, Mary isn't here to protect it anymore, so Gerard turned it," Sam said, you sighed as the three of you walked in.

You did some research on the way here after Sam took over, Gerard was cremated, which means something of his is around here somewhere, and the reason Darren was still here is because Gerard attached himself to the poor kid, he won't be able to cross over until Gerard does.

"Right you two stay here I'll go upstairs," Dean says, "It'll be easier if we all split," you suggest, "Yeah and what's gonna happen if you have another vision thing?" Dean asks, you roll your eyes at him, you weren't mad about going with Sam but, you hated being treated like a child.

"So, if you don't mind me asking, what happened with you, other partner?" Sam asked as you both walked through the building, "What?" You asked, "You don't have to talk about it," he says, "no, it's ok, I just," you sighed, "My best friend, or my boyfriend, whatever you wanna call it, we were on this case together, and he saved my life but, when he saved my life he ended his own," you said trying to swallow back the tears from the horrible memory.

You sam walked around for a few minutes longer, he told you about his girlfriend Jess, and how he got her killed, even though it really didn't sound like his fault, you understood what he meant.

When you went to say something, you felt something grab your leg. "Sam," you said, looking to him, he was standing right next to you, he stopped and looked at you, you looked down to see a faint hand around your ankle, and then felt yourself being pulled, falling to the ground and dragged away, you screamed as you watched Sam chase after you, but you were pulled around a corner and smacked your head way to hard knocking yourself out.

You didn't know how long it had been, but you slowly started to open your eyes, head thumping as usual, and body in pain. "Sam?" You called out immediately, "oh nobody's going to hear you beautiful," you heard a disgusting old male voice, you started to cry as you turned your head to see Gerard, old and gross.

"What do you want?" You asked, trying to compose yourself. "Company," he said, "Let me go," you said trying to wriggle out of the chains you were in.

He darkly chuckled at your comment, "your funny sweetheart," he said, walking over to you. God it smelt horrible, "Your mine now," he smiled at you, teeth rotted and gross, eyes white yet dark.

"Sam!" "Dean!" You called out at the top of your lungs, "nobody's gonna hear you," he said, "we are to far down," he said, "What are you doing?" You asked as he took a knife, dragging it over your face, "I want to see you bleed," he smiles, you felt sick to your stomach, as a sharp paint spread across your arm, watching as he cut a line down your right forearm.

What felt like hours later, you were week. Gerard had cut your arms and you were most likely bleeding out, your arms looked like they were turned inside out, as you started to loose hope one last idea popped into your mind.

Sams pov

"Where is she?" I asked worried, I was so scared. "For fuck sake!" I yelled kicking in a wall, Dean trying to comfort me but it wasn't going to work.

"We'll find her," Dean said as we walked down the halls, trying to find anything. As I turned a corner, a piercing headache came to me. "Sam," I heard from behind me, but I couldn't hear him after a few seconds.

It was like a scratching noise, like nails on a chalk board. Then it went silent, I looked up and I saw y/n. "y/n," I ran up to her, she looked horrible, she looked so tired, but there wasn't a single drop of blood on her.

"Sam, basement," she said, "Down, underneath," she spoke, "I'm underneath," she says then looking up, I look up to see a familiar symbol, "help me," she then says before I feel myself came back to it.

"Sam," I hear deans voice, "I know where she is," I said before jumping up, she was at Gerard's grave, he was buried in the local cemetery, and his headstone had that same symbol, that symbol was also on a building we drove past in town.

Readers POV

Sam and Dean immediately broke into the building, not caring to be caught by anyone unless they were cops.

“Y/n!” Dean called out, bad idea. Because he was thrown against the wall, Gerard appeared in front of them, immediately attacking them.

You slowly came back to consciousness, you looked down to your arms and they were completely normal, he must’ve done a mind trick because you almost immediately started to feel stronger.

You looked around in a panic not seeing him, you struggled but you managed to wriggle out of the chains he had put you in, you felt weak but strong enough to get the holy hell out of there, but before you could you looked around for Darren.

“Darren,” you called out in your mind, and you felt him call you, down the dark hall you walked in when you first saw him.

Except this time he wasn’t screaming, you ran down and saw the boy chained up, he wasn’t alive but he was still in pain, “Help me,” he whimpered, you knew getting him out the chains wouldn’t do anything, Gerard was attached to me.

“Darren, I need you to help me,” you said, he looked at you, tears in his eyes, he looked so tired, “Is there anything of Gerard’s, anything of his former body that he keeps?” You asked, he whined shaking his head, “Darren I need you to think, it’s the only way I can help you,” you said, trying to ignore the headache that was pulsing throughout your head.

“Down the hall, in a green box, he keeps his hand, he got it cut off so he could have a knife hand,” he said in parts, struggling to get the words out, “That’s fucked up,” you said, “I’m gonna get you out, I promise,” you say before running out of there, to the only room down the end of the hall.

You rushed in there, the stench was eye watering, you felt like you could pass out. You felt for the lighter in your pocket as you noticed the green box he was talking about, you took it, opening it, seeing a rotten hand, maggots eating at it,”.

You brought the lighter to the hand, “bye sucker,” you said as you watched the hand burn, and you felt your headache start to lift.

You put the hand in the bin letting it burn, as you turned around you saw Darren. “Thank you,” he said before disappearing. You smiled to yourself, feeling proud.

You still felt a little dizzy, but you began to find your way out of there. As you climbed up a ladder, you looked around to see a very trashed building, you looked to see Sam and Dean standing up, groaning.

“Y/n,” Sam said with a smile, “That’s the second time I saved your life,” you said with a smile, walking up to the two boys. You watched Sam walk up to you giving you a hug, you smiled as you hugged the tall guy back. Feeling that connection with him.

“I’m glad your ok,” he said nodding, he looked down on you like he wanted to kiss you, and you knew he was thinking it, “your welcome,” you said noticing there wasn’t a thank you yet, he went to go say thank you but you kissed him before he could, “your welcome,” you said in a less sarcastic tone, “Do I get one now?” Dean interrupts the kiss.

“Dick,” Sam says, you smile at him. Before walking out with the two boys, “Where are you heading now?” Sam asked you as you stood by your car, “South Dakota, probably stay with my dad for a week before heading off somewhere,” you said with a smile, “you give us a call if you ever need anything,” Sam says handing you his number, “Got it,” you smiled, handing him a note with yours, “you give me a call when you need me to save your ass again,” you smiled.

He laughed, before leaning down giving you another kiss. This time more passionate, a little more adoring and needy. “I’ll see you Sam,” you smiled, “see you,” he said as you got into your car; and drove off.

That whole car ride Sam was the only person on your mind, in-fact for the next month Sam was intoxicating your mind, like a virus that wouldn’t go away, you couldn’t tell if you just really liked him, or if something was up, but the second you left him, you had already planned that you were going to see him again, thought about what you were going to say, and fantasised what you would do with him.

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of-many-fandomss · 1 year

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sam winchester x(fem) reader

sam and reader first valentines together and sam just being totally smitten/whipped while bobby and dean just keep looking over at each other cuz they haven’t seen him this happy in a long time pls and thank you :)

I love that Bobby was included in this

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“Are those…” Dean trailed off, titling his head to the side and squinting his eyes at the vase that on the counter.

“Flowers.” Bobby finished, equally as confused as the oldest Winchester son, “Why the hell are there flowers sitting in my kitchen?”

“Oh, hey guys.” Sam called, entering the room and sweeping the vase off of the counter.

“Ah,” Dean rolled his eyes, “They’re from Romeo, over here.”

“Figures,” Bobby scoffed, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair, “What else should I have expected on Valentine’s Day?”

Sam’s eyebrows furrowed and he looked back and forth between the two men, “What-“

“Morning,” Your voice drifted into the room, immediately making all further conversations stop as your boyfriend whipped around with a wide grin to face you.

“Good morning,” He greeted sweetly, leaning over and placing a soft kiss on your lips, trying his best to ignore the way his brother started fake gagging behind him, “These are for you.”

He presented the beautiful bouquet of flowers and watched in excitement as you let out a soft gasp and took them into your own grasp.

“Oh, Sam,” You breathed out, “They’re beautiful. Thank you so much.”

You pulled him in for another kiss, laughing softly at the way Dean kept gagging. Sam reeled his leg backwards and kicked his brother in the shin without breaking contact with your lips.

“Now, come on,” He had a child-like giddiness to him, he was practically jumping up and down, “I have a whole day planned for us-“

With that, he wrapped his arm around you and led you out of the room, chatting your ear off excitedly all the while.

Bobby and Dean stared after the two of you for a moment before the older man spoke up, “She’s good for him.”

Dean hummed, “Yeah. I know I tease the kid, but he seems really happy.”

“Happier than I’ve seen him in a long time.” Singer agreed.

#valentines day event #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester blurb #supernatural blurb

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raz-writes-the-thing · 2 months

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raz's quick fix fics

DOCTOR WHO

Tenth Doctor x Reader

"Go. To. Bed. That's an order." (GN!Reader)

"You're making me so hard." (AMAB!Masc!Reader) 18+

"You're already turned on?" (GN!Reader) 18+

Faster, please-" (GN!Reader) 18+

Eleventh Doctor x Reader

“I just want to be good enough for you…” (GN!Reader)

Twelfth Doctor x Reader

"Stop saying things that make me want to kiss the hell out of you." (GN!Reader)

"Kiss me there again?" (GN!Reader) 18+

"You're so wet." (GN!Reader)

Thirteenth Doctor x Reader

"Do you want to see the stars?" (GN!Reader)

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

Daemon Targaryen x Reader

"Shouldn't you be in my bed?" (GN!Reader)

"I’m going to fuck every last thought out of this pretty little head." (GN!Reader) 18+

PRODIGAL SON

Martin Whitly x Reader

“Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you.” (GN!Reader) 18+

SUPERNATURAL

Bobby Singer x Reader

"This is my favourite part of the day—just us, no worries.” (GN!Reader)

Castiel x Reader

"Your eyes are so pretty." (GN!Reader)

Crowley x Reader

"Maybe making out for a few minutes would help us figure things out." (GN!Reader)

Dean Winchester x Reader

“I think i might die if i don’t kiss you right now.” (GN!Reader)

#raz's quick fix fics #supernatural #doctor who #prodigal son #house of the dragon

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Practically Magic Chapter Five: Times Change

Summary: Growing up in the same tiny mountain town, Y/N Owens and Dean Winchester despised each other. The only thing they ever agreed on was their need to escape. Life took them in opposite directions and neither of them ever looked back. So, when their paths cross over a series of gruesome murders in their hometown it was no surprise that old friction heated up again.

Dean never dreamed he’d be teaming up with a psychic, the FBI frowned on that sort of thing, but he was desperate. When that psychic turned out to be Y/N Owens, Dean knew two things for sure. One, Y/N was the real deal and two, he was in real trouble.

Pairing: Agent!Dean x Psychic!Reader, Dean x Reader, AU Dean x You Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Bobby Singer

Warnings: Slow Burn, Serial Killer Elements, Witches, Haters to Lovers, Claustrophobic Elements, Murder Scenes

Author’s Notes: This is an AU taking elements from the film Practical Magic and applying them to a fictional world where Dean Winchester is an FBI Agent. You will find parallels from that movie here, some quotes and other elements that capture the essence of the world of the Owens Witches. Hopefully! Additional Author’s Notes: This is a unique reader insert story as I have given the reader a physical description including hair color, eye color and body type. Chapter Five: Times Change Word Count: 4463

“When you find yourself at the center of attention, it’s not that they hate you. It’s that, well… we’re different” – Aunt Francis Owens

Dean checked his watch for the third time in ten minutes. It was very nearly seven o’clock. You weren’t late, not yet. Growing up, you had a remarkable habit of being perfectly on time. Never early and certainly never late. Sam had been the one to point out that you didn’t wear a watch. The materials used in most timepieces caused your delicate skin to break out in hives. It was a curious thing and when Dean asked you how you managed it, you gave a cheeky wink.

“Magic.”

He took a swallow of beer and tried to ignore the nerves swirling in his belly. After all, he had absolutely no reason to be nervous. None at all. You were a childhood friend.

And then you weren’t.

Now you were merely an old acquaintance. Whether or not you showed was of no consequence to him. He had a job to do, and this was… well, he didn’t know what this was. A long shot? A courtesy? A passing fancy? A terrible idea?

He checked his watch again and mumbled a curse. Seven on the dot. Unable to deny his own curiosity, he drew back the curtain looking out to the street.

“Son of a bitch.”

You were there. Standing by his Impala, running your gloved hand over the beautifully waxed ebony surface. Petting it and speaking softly as if the car was a living being. An old, dear friend you hadn’t seen in far too long. A delighted smile lit your face and Dean found himself smiling too. He thought back to that summer the two of you spent working on Baby. You knew nothing about cars, but that didn’t stop you. By the end of the season, you were just as knowledgeable about his Baby as he was. Better with a socket wrench than Sam could ever hope to be.

You stood and smoothed the hem of your coat over your hips; Dean tugged the curtain closed again. There was enough tension between the two of you without him spying on you.

You ran a hand through your hair to tousle the roots and gave the door three quick knocks before you could chicken out. You’d been talking yourself out of this meeting all afternoon. Getting mixed up with the Winchesters always went sideways. But you couldn’t just ignore it. For whatever reason, the universe had summoned you home. To be here at this time, with these people. It was fate, and you would be a fool to fight it.

The door swung open. Dean’s broad frame nearly filled the opening. No tie, his white button down was undone at the neck and sleeves rolled up to the elbow. His expression wasn’t pleased, but his smile was polite.

“Y/N, right on schedule. As always.”

You stepped over the threshold, briefly scanning the room as you shed your gloves and coat. It was decidedly feminine. Ruffled curtains matched the frilly canopy bed. Large cabbage roses decorated the bedspread and pillows. A dainty settee sat near the cozy fireplace and was buried under piles of file folders and banker boxes. Just as well, as it would be a poor fit for a man of Dean’s build.

The whole room was a poor fit for a man of Dean’s build and that had you completely amused. Mr. Traveling Riverside Blues himself was sleeping in a dollhouse.

“I didn’t know Mrs. Fitz was still taking lodgers.”

Dean made use of the tiny closet by the door, hanging your coat along side his. “A lucky break, otherwise, I’d be bunking with Sammy and Jess. The last thing those honeymooners need is a third wheel.”

“Gran mentioned they got married that’s great!”

“Yeah, he carried Mom’s ring around in his pocket for a year before he popped the question. You know how superstitious Sam gets about that stuff. Said the moon had to be right.”

You hid your smile has you pulled the silk scarf from your neck and folded it into your purse. Your Gran mentioned that too. Sam went to her for a consolation, a proposal was far too important to leave to chance.

“Speaking of Sam, is he running late? I didn’t see his car.”

“He’s not coming,” Dean replied as he disappeared into the small kitchenette. “Got held up at work, so you’re stuck with me. Want a beer?”

“Sure.”

You silently swore. At least if Sam was around, he could act as a buffer. You talked to him just a couple of hours ago and he never let on that he was going to duck out on tonight’s meeting. Now you were going to have to play nice with Dean all on your own. Knowing Sammy as you did, that was likely his plan all along. The rat!

You sent off a quick text to the missing Winchester.

“Really?!”

“Sorry, 😉”

Dean came back with two opened bottles and handed one to you.

You pulled a package from your bag and handed it to him in exchange.

“Its rude to show up empty handed.”

Curious, he unwrapped the plain, brown paper and twine. It was a copy of your newest novel. There was a sprig of lavender tucked inside the cover next to an inscription.

Dean,

I may have lost my shoes, but I never lost my way. Remember… The star that guides you shines brightest in the dark.

Always – Y/N

You felt embarrassment heat your face as you watched him thumb through the novel. After all this time, it shouldn’t matter what a hard-ass like Dean thought of your writing. The rest of the world was still singing your praises over your first book when the sequel hit the best seller list. It sky-rocketed to the top just like your first. But even after everything that happened, a small part of you wanted his approval. You hated it, but that didn’t make it any less true.

“You brought Henry back; I wasn’t sure he made it after the cave-in.”

Your head snapped up at the mention of the protagonist from the first book, “You read The Witch in the Well?”

“Well, yeah. I didn’t want to be the only guy in the free world who hadn’t. There was a whole category about it on Jeopardy.”

“Can you believe it?” you grinned, still thrilled by it. “It was crazy.”

“It was brilliant,” Dean said, his tone sincere. “You deserve every bit of this success. I’m happy for you.”

“Thank you.”

For a moment, you looked so much like the girl he grew up with. Guarded and shy with pretty much everyone, but for some inexplicable reason, open with him. He was never certain he was worthy of your trust. In the end, he’d proven how unworthy he was. He was determined to do better this time around.

“Are you hungry?”

“I’m always hungry.”

Dean chuckled, “Me too. I ordered in the from the Baker.”

“Oh, this is an occasion,” you replied. You slipped off your shoes and sat in one of the over-stuffed chairs by the fireplace.

There was a large, low to the ground coffee table covered in more FBI files. One folder had a few black and white photos spilling out. Your curious fingers grazed the corner, pulling it out just enough to see that it was an enlarged picture of a crime scene. That unpleasant feeling that washed over you in that house yesterday was back. The chill that ran down to marrow of your bones.

“Y/N?”

You looked up with a start as Dean held out a take-out container to you. If he noticed your snooping, he didn’t mention it.

You settled the container on your lap and opened it as Dean took the adjacent chair. As you suspected, it was a poor fit.

“Tiramisu!” You exclaimed in delight.

Dean opened his own cheeseburger and fries, “I wondered if you still ate your dessert first.”

Your mouth was barely big enough to accommodate the bite you balanced on your fork. A swipe of mascarpone lingered on lips, and you let out a delighted hum.

“Food eaten at the beginning of the meal, by definition, cannot be dessert,” you replied, going for another bite. This time your eyes closed in appreciation. “Damn, that is good.”

“And pancakes at dinner are not breakfast, I remember.”

Dean watched you with a mixture of admiration and fascination. He’d never known anyone, man or woman, who enjoyed their food like you did. It was as if every bite was the most pleasurable experience of your life. As a kid, it was funny to watch you dive into an ice cream sundae and end up with whipped cream on your nose. As a woman, it was downright sinful! The tiny moans of delight were enough to drive a man to distraction. This was going to be harder than he thought.

“If this book writer gig doesn’t pan out, you should hit up the Food Network.”

“What makes you think I haven’t?” You asked, scraping the bottom of the container with your fork. “Just last month I had a show offer for farm-to-table, cold-pressed recipes with a magical slant.”

“You’re kidding.”

“They called it Curse the Calories. For witches watching their waistline.”

“Christ,” Dean shook his head and finished his beer with one swallow. “How much did they offer you?”

Your response of a casual shrug had him cursing again.

“Don’t do it. You have too much integrity for that crap.”

Something flickered deep in your dark eyes, just for second before you looked away, “Wow.”

“What?”

“That’s two compliments from Dean Winchester in less than an hour. Things must be dire.”

The weight he shouldered seemed to double making you wish you could snatch back your flippant words. A sharp wit was a writer’s curse. It worked so well on the page, but that wasn’t always the case in real life.

Dean took your empty container and his back to the kitchenette and returned with a worn file in his hands. He sat on the table in front of you, his thumb tracing the worn binding on the file. The muscle in his jaw twitched, a tell he’d had since his youth. He was torn on something, trying to weigh the options before proceeding.

“Yesterday at the victim’s house you mentioned she was missing her heart. How did you know?”

“The same way I’ve always known things, it’s my gift. Dean… you know that. You know me. I understand it makes you uncomfortable, but you aren’t oblivious to it.”

He shook his head, “That’s not what I mean. How did you know, exactly? Did you have a vision of the murder, or did you notice something in the house?”

Your brow puckered; you’d never really gone into depth about your process with anyone before. Not even your Gran. With your family, it was always unspoken but understood.

“It’s difficult to describe.”

“Try. Please.”

“Well, it was the feeling. The physical sensation of blood loss, I suppose. Cold, lightheaded, drained of lifeforce.” Your hand went to your sternum in an absent motion, “There was a pain in my chest and a sound… not cutting but tearing. Wet tearing, like he used a hunting knife. Brutal. He likes that part the best, everything else is so precise and planned but the actual cutting out of the heart allows him to be savage. Barbaric.”

Dean actually suppressed a shiver. You had described the killer quite astutely with only a reading, it had taken him and his team weeks to come to that conclusion.

“You’re rubbing your chest. It hurts you, doesn’t it? It physically hurts you.”

“Every gift has a price.”

“Damn it… this isn’t one of your party tricks, where you see someone’s future in your crystal ball and walk away with a headache. This guy is torturing and murdering women for kicks!”

Unable to stay still, he stood to pace and ran a busy hand through his hair.

“Pip, leave. Please. Go back to Hollywood and get that movie deal. Write a hundred more best sellers. Sail around the world a few times, just… leave.”

“I can’t, not if I know I can help. It’s that inconvenient integrity of mine. Besides, you and I here at the same time after all these years? We’re meant to work together.”

We’re meant to be together.

The thought hit you like a thunderbolt and made your heart jump. Dean was right in his concern about you getting hurt. The gory details of the case you could handle, it was Dean himself who posed the real threat.

“You and me in the same place is just a coincidence, Y/N.”

“I thought you didn’t believe in coincidence.”

“Times change.”

November 10th, 2005

You sat on the brick retaining wall outside the shop class entrance. You swung your restless legs and chewed nervously on your thumbnail. The bitter wind blew down from the mountains and stung your cheeks. Winter was just around the corner. Snow had fallen a few times already but melted away when the sun rose. Soon it would come to stay, and the little town of Silverton would be cut off from anyone without four-wheel drive.

The rest of school had been let out an hour ago, but Dean was still inside. Serving detention.

Suddenly the metal door swung open, and a group of teenagers burst through. Bringing up the rear was Dean. Clad, as always, in his father’s leather jacket. It was a tad big for him, but you could see that he would fill it out in time. His jeans had one knee worn through completely and his biker boots were scuffed at the toe. In the past few months, he’d developed scruff on his chin. A fine blonde that looked nearly gold when the light hit just right.

He’d always been a bit of a dreamboat, but he sure hit his stride in his senior year. All the girls whispered about him when he passed them in the halls, giggling when he graced them with a wink. But that was just big kid stuff to you. You and Sam teased him about it relentlessly, only to have the older brother shake his head with a sigh.

“You kids will understand when you’re older.”

You were skeptical, but every now and then you felt a tiny flip in your stomach when he was around. It was odd. It never happened with Sammy.

“Dean!”

He stopped with a grin, “Hey Pip! What are you doing here?”

You hopped down from the wall and ran over, “Waiting for you.”

“Obviously, I mean what are you doing out here in the cold? It’s freezing!”

“I didn’t think you would take so long. Why were you serving detention?”

He lifted a shoulder, “Meh, I was late getting back after lunch.”

“You’re always late after lunch and they always give you detention, but you never go. So, what gives?”

“See you tomorrow, Deanie!”

You looked over your shoulder to see a pretty brunette waving as she got into her new, shiny Mustang.

Dean instantly straightened his slouching posture and waved back, “Have a good night, Sweetheart!”

You snorted a laugh, “Lisa Braeden?! Seriously?”

“What do you know about it, Pipsqueak?” he returned, pulling your purple, stripped stocking hat down over your eyes.

You pulled the hat back up with a huff, “I know she’s a cheerleader. And all the cheerleaders use their tongues when they kiss. Marcia Armstrong said so and her mom is the cheer coach.”

“Oh, well if Marcia said so.”

A disturbing thought suddenly occurred to you, “You don’t tongue kiss, do you?”

Dean chuckled and slung his arm around your shoulders, “Come on, let’s get’s out of here. We can hit up O’Malley’s on the way home for a hot chocolate.”

“Oh my God, you do!”

“One day you might not think it’s so bad, Y/N,” he said, walking you to the Impala.

You tossed your backpack into the back seat and slid into the passenger side while Dean got behind the wheel.

“Maybe, but I still don’t think you should do any kissing with Lisa.”

“Why not?”

“Because she called you Deanie in that annoying, little girl voice,” your nose wrinkled in disgust. “If she had self-respect, she wouldn’t do that. You should never degrade yourself just to get a boy’s attention.”

Dean smiled as he pulled out of the high school parking lot. At thirteen, you already had more integrity than most adults he knew. It set you apart from your classmates. Yet you didn’t let that pressure to fit in force you to do things that went against your conscience. If it was wrong, it was wrong. End of story. Maybe it was your upbringing, Viv was much the same. The code of honor the Owens’ lived by.

It was one of your many qualities that he admired, and he hoped you never lost it.

“So?”

“So what?”

“You didn’t read it, did you?” You asked, crestfallen.

“Of course, I did. I promised.”

Your big, brown eyes widened in anticipation. “And?”

Dean pulled up in front of the tiny coffee shop and parked. “I loved it.”

“Really? You’re not just saying that?”

“I read it five times. Seriously, I don’t know how you did it, but I couldn’t leave it alone. That part about the Indian scout and the arrowhead. I mean… wow.”

You practically beamed at the praise. You’d dreamt of becoming a writer for as long as you could remember, but you never let anyone read your stories. They were so close to your heart that you couldn’t bear the thought of them not being well received.

“So… you think I have a shot at getting into the Young Writer’s Conference?”

“Keep writing like that and you’re a shoe in.”

“Thanks Dean, that means a lot.”

The two of you got out of the car and headed towards the shop. The huge windows framed the familiar scene. Teenagers from every class were crammed inside, making good use of the free internet and bottomless sodas. It was the most popular hang out in town for anyone under the age of twenty.

“Out of curiosity, why didn’t you have Sam read your story? Seems more like his kind of thing.”

“I wanted a real review, and I knew you’d give me one. Sammy’s too nice. If it sucked, he’d never say so.”

“Couldn’t you just click your heels together and make him tell you the truth?”

You frowned, “It doesn’t work like that.”

It always struck you as odd that people who were not born to the craft simply assumed that witches popped out of the womb automatically an expert on the intricacies of magic. Like you just twitch your little nose and poof! Perfection! Everything you could ever want at your feet with a simple flick of the wrist.

The Owens blood flowing through your veins gave you a sixth sense with which to observe the world, but it did not provide you with the ability to interpret it. That came with study, practice, and time. A witch’s magic grows and matures as she does. Half natural born talent, half hard won skill. A process as painful and chaotic as any other adolescent experience.

You were hot and cold at once, the very pressure of the air on your body almost unbearable. There was a ringing in your ears like you’d been in a bell tower at noon and time seemed to stop. Life around you halted, people froze in place. Cars stopped in the middle of the intersection. The clouds ceased their trek across the sky and the autumn wind stilled. It was stranger than any dream, but there was a familiarity to the sensation. The world slowed and amplified.

Your gran taught you about something called chakras. The spiritual energy centers within the human body. A lone wolf howled in the distance, and you felt as if those points of energy lit up like a Christmas tree! You were aware of every cell in your body, thrumming with life and power. Plucked like the string of a guitar.

When time suddenly resumed, you were thrown to the ground by the force of it. The pavement scraped your palms when you caught yourself, landing on hands and knees. You were vaguely aware of Dean talking to you but couldn’t concentrate on him. You were consumed by the sharp pain in your chest. It radiated out to your shoulder and down your left arm.

“Y/N?!” Dean was kneeling beside you, completely freaked out by the look on your face. “Hey, Pip… talk to me!”

You whimpered and curled in on yourself, the pain was agony! Like nothing you’d ever experienced before. Tears ran down your cheeks and all you could do was suck in air as you tried to ride out the pain.

Dean watched the color drain from your face, and he panicked, “Stay right here… I… I’m going to go get help!”

That jolted you out of the pain cycle enough to respond. You grabbed the sleeve of his jacket like a lifeline. “No! No, don’t go! I need you!”

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Tell me what’s happening,” he begged, smoothing the hair away from your face.

You closed your eyes and concentrated, reaching down deep like your gran had taught you. It took a lot of effort, but something clicked inside, and you understood.

“Bobby.”

“What about Bobby?”

Your eyes reflected your fear along with absolute certainty. “He needs help. He’s hurt!”

A crowd began to gather. Several kids who had been studying and laughing with their friends in the coffee shop were now in a huddle around you. Curious about the spectacle on the sidewalk.

Sam rushed out and joined his brother at your side, “Dean, what happened?!”

“It’s Bobby!” You sobbed, your voice rising in urgency. “Go now, before it’s too late!”

You were having a vision. It took Sam all of thirty seconds to recognize the signs, but he’d never seen you caught in one so intense. “Go, I’ll stay with her. Go!”

Sam and Dean were always in sync. They communicated so much while saying very little. Dean didn’t hesitate, he jumped to his feet and raced down the street towards the sheriff’s station.

Sam wrapped his gangly arm around your shoulders while shocked whispers rippled through the swarm of teenagers. You buried your face against Sam’s shoulder and wept.

“I want my Gran.”

You didn’t go to school the next week. Vivienne closed her shop and canceled all her appointments. Although the whole town was buzzing with renewed interest in the Owens family, the only person who dared seek them out was Sam Winchester.

“Hey, Ms. Viv. I’ve got homework for Y/N.” Sam said softly, kicking the floorboards with his shoe.

The corner of Viv’s mouth lifted, but her eyes remained somber. He was nearly as tall as she was now, growing up so fast! What she wouldn’t give to keep you all children for just a while longer.

“Sweet boy,” Viv ran a fond hand over Sam’s unruly hair. “Come in.”

She directed him to the tower. The majestic turret that jutted up in the middle of the rambling house. The top deck was an observation space, complete with a telescope and rolled up maps of the constellations. When you were little, you and Sam had sleep overs there, pretending it was the mast of a pirate ship or an abandoned castle. Better days long gone.

“Hello, Sam.”

Your back was to the door, so he nearly jumped out of his skin when you spoke.

“Y/N. Hi.”

You turned and tilted your head sadly, “I scared you.”

“No,” Sam rushed to reassure you. “I’m just jumpy.”

You studied your best friend with new eyes. You could see his hesitation, but no fear. Same old Sam, honest down to the ground.

“Looks like I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

“You missed a few quizzes, and we started reading Great Expectations in Lit class. Nothing major, though. I can help you get up to speed.” His smile was hopeful, “Do you think you’ll be back on Monday?”

“I don’t know,” you chewed on your bottom lip. “There are still a few things I need to master before I can go out again.”

“Witchy stuff?”

“Yeah,” you muttered, unsure how much you should say about it. You weren’t even sure how much he would understand. It was all so strange. “Hey, um, how’s Bobby doing?”

Sam blew out a breath as he flopped down beside you on the padded window seat. “Onery as ever. He keeps flirting with the nurses, so they’ll give him extra pudding cups and granola bars. What he really wants is a burger. Even tried to bribe me to sneak in a blue plate special from Don’s Diner.”

“But he’s okay? The surgery went okay?”

“He’s okay. He quit smoking and he asked Dean to get rid of all the liquor in the house. I think the heart attack scared him straight, you know?”

“I’m glad he’s better.”

“What about you, Y/N? Are you okay?”

You shrugged, “Its all new, I just have to get used to it. Gran said its like someone with bad eyesight who suddenly gets glasses. The world looks different now, it takes time to adjust.”

Your gaze dropped to the pile of books and papers Sam put on the bench between you. A familiar notebook was sticking out of the stack. You pulled it out with a frown.

“Ah, Dean sent that along. Said he was finished with it.”

It was your story, the one you had him review for you. “This was his copy; I gave it to him. It was a gift.”

Sam saw the sorrow build in your brown eyes, and he hated it. He had seen it when you were passed over in class or rejected by the other kids. It killed him every time.

“He’s just a little shaken up about Bobby. Just give him time and he’ll come around; you know how he gets.”

Sam was trying to be kind, you knew that. But it was no use. You could sense things you couldn’t before and there was no going back. You couldn’t unsee this new world any more than you could stop drawing breath. Loss of innocence was part of growing up, or so Gran said. You never imagined that embracing your power would mean losing Dean.

A single tear slid down your cheek as you looked out towards the horizon. “Yes, Sam. I know… times change.” TAGLIST: @deans-baby-momma @muchamusedaboutnothing @peterpangirl21 @ficbreaks @teresa-67 @sacriceria @verytoadpapersoul @heartbreak-of-a-marauder @savspersonalproperty @deanwanddamons @jenwinchester40 @perpetualabsurdity @starryeyeseunbyul @sexyvixen7 @katsbratsupernaturalwhore @agirlwithdemonblood @jerkbitchidjitassbutt @imthedoctorlove @roonyxx @smellingofpoetry @deanwinchesterswitch @thinkinghardhardlythinking @pink-sparkly-witchly-witch @barewithme02 @deadlynightshadeindustries @jc-winchester @mrswhozeewhatsis @kinderoutoforder-blog @lyarr24 @aphorism-146 @onlinecemetery @allonsy-yesiwill @myeagletoadmaker @panicking-outside-the-disco

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The Pact - Part 9

Sam Winchester x Crowley's!Daughter Reader

Gothic AU

A/N: This is the penultimate chapter of The Pact The song referenced as their "first dance" is Kissing You by Des'ree

Also a HUGE thank you to my bestie @kazosa, if it wasn’t for her, this story wouldn’t exist. She’s helped me with this from the very beginning, so this is just as much her story, as it is mine.

WC: 7.7K

Series Summary: Lord Samuel Winchester has lost the love of his life due to the actions of the Demon King, Crowley. As he plots secret revenge, his father, the King of Lawrence, decrees that Sam will wed Crowley’s daughter in order to unite the two families to protect the sacred ground the Winchester’s Kingdom is built upon.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Crowley’s Daughter!Reader

Other Characters: John Winchester, Crowley, Rowena, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Pamela Barnes, Jessica Moore (deceased)

Standing in front of the Ballroom doors, you, Sam and Dean all shared a look of apprehension. Dean would go through first, then, you and Sam would be announced. Though you were the daughter of The Demon King, Crowley, you had never been allowed to attend any sort of large gathering, much less a celebration of such opulence. The house of the King of Hell was not a joyous place. When he did “entertain” it wasn’t something you had wanted to attend at all. It was dark and demonic, mostly attended by his black-eyed minions and their blood-soaked victims. What King Winchester had put together here was like nothing you had ever seen; the ornate decorations, a collection of musicians playing beautiful music and an array of guests dressed in their best suits and gowns.

Your wedding to Samuel was so small and intimate, and while it wasn’t something either of you wanted then, at least it wasn’t in the vicious halls of Crowley’s home. This would be your first big occasion as the Lady of the House and it left you feeling unsure if you could actually handle it. Upon entering the Grand Ballroom, you began to feel the weight of it all. Being the wife of Lord Samuel Winchester changed the game completely. Being his wife meant, putting on a public face, waving to the people of Lawrence, and whether you wanted to or not, act as though you were pure and chaste. That’s what the people wanted for the heir to the throne. A Queen that could see them, appreciate them, and acknowledge them with love and grace.

As the guards each pulled open one of the heavy wooden doors, Dean mumbled under his breath. “Here goes nothing, kids.” He put on his best forced smile, pulled uncomfortably at the collar of his ornate shirt and sauntered into the room, hand up high in a wave, and the people of Lawrence cheered for their hometown hero. King John’s booming voice welcomed his eldest son back home, then turned his attention to you and Sam. Even from the distance between you, you could see the King nearly choke on your name as he announced his youngest son’s entrance.

“People of Lawrence, please join me in welcoming and celebrating my son, Samuel, and his wife, Y/N. The new Lord and Lady Winchester!”

Most of the townspeople clapped and smiled as you hooked your arm through Sam’s and made a slow and purposeful entrance through the ballroom. Both of you smiling wide, and waving at those who had come to celebrate your marriage. You had a moment where you thought it was actually good Crowley had hid you away for so long, none of them seemed to know who you were exactly. If they had, you doubted the welcome would be so warm.

Samuel led you through the room, and up to where the King stood, with Dean now at his side. Sam bowed to his father, and you performed a long, low curtsy as was tradition. The King, albeit it not genuine, gave his nod of approval, and Samuel took your hand to help you rise back to standing. He then moved you to his side, and took his place next to his father.

“Let the celebration begin!” John told the crowd, and the musicians took their cue.

As the music began to fill the Great Hall, the people in attendance took the opportunity to pair off and enjoy it with dancing. The longer you stood by your new family and watched them, you tried to imagine what it had been like for Sam and Dean to grow up in such a place. It was such a stark contrast to what you had been used to; everything was, from the moment you stepped foot into Lawrence. Despite all that was on the line, and all the back door deals that happened to get you to where you were, you found yourself in awe of it all.

John took a step down from the platform, and turned to face his sons. “I’m beyond grateful to have both of you here tonight. Our Kingdom has endured so much pain and darkness, it is truly wonderful to have a reason to celebrate. Dean, even though your return is to be short, seeing you back home…” John paused and appeared to swallow down the emotion that rose in his throat. “I am proud of you, son.” When he turned to Sam, his whole demeanor changed. “Samuel, I know this choice was not an easy one for you. Losing Jessica not that long ago, and still agreeing to do what was best for our family, I am indebted to you.”

You could feel Samuel stiffen beside you, but he held strong to the appearance he had to maintain, and gave a quick nod and smile towards his father. “Of course, whatever is best for Lawrence and the Winchesters.”

“Boys, please, go and enjoy the party. Dean, I made sure to have Harvelle’s bring your favorite ale. Samuel, why not take your bride out for a spin on the dance floor.” He paused, momentarily forgetting about Sam’s hip and cane, “if it's not too painful, that is.”

“I think I’ll manage,” Sam replied curtly. He turned to you, with his cavernous dimples showing and held out his hand for yours. “Shall we, My Lady?”

“Why yes, my Lord. I would love to.”

As Sam led you onto the dance floor, you could feel the King’s eyes peering into the back of your skull. ‘Good,’ you thought, ‘I hope you are burning with anger over how much your son ended up adoring me.’ However, the moment he slipped one arm around your waist, and sheathed his cane to his belt, picking up your other hand in his, your thoughts of John Winchester ceased. Sam pulled you a little closer and slowly circled you around the dance floor, and all you could think of was him and how you loved his big, strong arms wrapped around you.

“If I didn’t say it already, you look beautiful tonight,” he said, his gaze gently falling upon your face. “Despite everything, seeing you in that gown makes this entire evening worth it.”

“Well, it was gifted to me from your house’s seamstress when I first arrived. I’m just glad to have an occasion to wear it.”

“Even if it is this sham of a party thrown by my father?”

“Even if…” you replied and smiled softly. “Samuel, what I said before… about how I feel and what’s going on inside me–”

“Stop, Y/N. I’m half afraid you’re going to tell me you regret saying it all.”

“That’s the thing, I don’t regret it whatsoever. I just—I’m sorry I blurted it out that way.”

“At least we know the potion works,” he teased with a wink. “Speaking of, how long before spilling the beans did you ingest it?”

“Not terribly long. I added it to the tea you brought me as soon as your father left our chambers.”

Sam grimaced. “That wasn't a great idea, what if it had been poison?!”

“But it wasn’t, My Lord. I am here and perfectly fine, as is your son,” you said, the last few words barely audible.

Sam pursed his lips together in disapproval, and pulled you a little closer. “I’ve said it before, I was against this from the beginning. But something’s happened between us, and now, the thought of losing you… not one I want to consider.”

“I swear, husband, by the moon and the stars in the sky, I will not place myself in danger like that again. For you, and our son, I will be safe and smart.”

Sam’s smile grew, and warmed you inside with so much emotion, you had a moment where you questioned if you had been the one to take the love potion. It felt impossible to feel so much love for someone you had just met, but you did. There was more love in your heart for Lord Samuel Winchester than you could fathom.

You demurely cleared your throat. “However, as far as the potion goes, I couldn’t say if it was time, or if it was because I saw you that prompted me to speak so honestly. It wasn’t until I touched your hand that I was urged to do so.”

Sam considered this for a quick moment. “Hmm, so maybe it is triggered by something else.”

“Could be. My instincts tell me that it was because I was with the one I love most. Keeping anything from you in that moment would have been impossible.”

Before Sam could speak, he was being tapped on the shoulder. He turned you both around to face Dean standing there, his hands clasped behind his back and an uncomfortable, forced smile on his face.

“I hate to interrupt the happy couple, but I need to borrow Sam for a few minutes, My Lady.”

“Right now, Dean?”

“Sorry little brother, duty calls.”

“Would you excuse me?” Sam looked at you and asked.

“Of course, My Lord. I’ll be fine. Besides, maybe you’ll have your opportunity…” you replied and looked down towards his pocket where he had the potion stashed.

Dean flashed you a quick smile then looked up to Sam and nodded towards his father. When he turned to walk back through the crowded dance floor, Sam unsheathed his cane and offered you a sad smile. “I’m sorry about this, but I do hope you’re right. Just pray this works to our advantage.” He left a soft kiss on your cheek, and turned to follow his brother through the party guests.

When Sam caught up to Dean, he found John, along with the family’s good friend, Pastor Jim, each holding a pewter stein of ale. They were talking quietly in the shadows of the ballroom. Sam quietly furrowed his brow as he greeted them both, then looked to Dean who he could tell was just as curious to what was so important.

“Sorry to call you boys away from the party,” John started, “but Jim here has come with some very disturbing news.” John nodded to Jim for him to continue with the details.

“It’s good to see you back home, Dean. When do you return to the front?” Jim asked nervously, clearly wanting a bit of small talk before he spoke his own truths.

“Very soon. Tonight, most likely. C’mon Jim, what happened. If you came all the way up from your Parish to the big house, it’s gotta be something important.”

Jim sighed. “Two nights ago a man walked into the vestibule of the Church and killed himself. Missouri was there keeping a vigil for the boys fighting the war in Purgatory and saw it happen. She said that the man slit his own throat, but didn’t fall to his death until black smoke released from his body and out through the door. Guys, we haven’t had a demon possession in Lawrence in… well, a long time.” Jim’s gaze came to rest on John. “I thought… I thought there was an accord with the Demon King.”

“There is,” John rasped, then cleared his throat, then took a long swig of ale. “But really can’t put much past Crowley, can you?”

Sam and Dean exchanged an uneasy look. Before Dean could inquire any further Sam spoke up, his voice vibrating with indignity. “Crowley agreed to send his demons to help fight Eve. That’s the deal you made, or so you said. IF I married Y/N.”

The three other men stood quietly; but while Sam and Dean bore daggers into their father, Pastor Jim cast his gaze to the floor.

“Boys… the negotiations with Crowley were a must. I know you don’t agree, but what’s done is done. The point is these demons are still possessing our people. It needs to end. Dean, I think you need to leave now. Get back as soon as possible and see if his minions are really there.”

“On it,” Dean said without hesitation. It was clear to Sam that his brother was anxious to get out of there for a multitude of reasons, but with this latest development it was now necessary.

“I’ll leave with you, Dean. I want to get back into the town. Don’t like leaving Missouri alone in that church, even if she can handle herself. Sam,” Jim said, turning his attention to the youngest Winchester, “I’m sorry for the circumstances of your marriage, but I do hope it is one that grows in love.” Jim raised his cup and downed the last of his drink, before leaving it on the small table at John’s side.

“Already is,” Sam said genuinely, but his narrowed gaze at John held strong. What he had said to Jim was the truth. He was falling in love with Y/N, he had been feeling it all day long. After making love the night before, he felt it as he lay beside her in their bed. It was different than how he loved Jessica, but it was still love; a feeling he had resigned himself to never feeling again when he had stood over Jessica’s grave. Yet, he felt it, and no way he would let it go again. He was going to get the damned truth no matter what.

After shaking Pastor Jim’s hand and giving his brother a strong hug goodbye, Sam stepped back and watched John place his own cup of ale on the table before giving Dean a proper send off. Jim had begun walking towards the ballroom doors, and when he was sure the coast was clear, Sam swiftly took the vial from his pocket and drained it into John’s cup. He resumed his stance with cane in hand just as John turned back around to face him.

“How could you,” John nearly snarled. “Spilling our business in front of someone who is NOT family.”

Sam snorted a laugh. “Seriously? You’re pissed I told Jim about the circumstances behind the wedding? People are being possessed, and your biggest worry is how Jim will look at you? What the hell has happened to you?”

“Son, until you are King, you have NO idea of the responsibilities that weigh on my shoulders to this Kingdom!”

“Sure Dad, keep telling yourself that.” Sam wanted to lean into him so hard, but he refrained. Inside, he mustered up all his will power and smiled. “I’m sorry, you’re right. I apologize. I am doing what I can to hold up our end, so hopefully Dean will get some answers about why the demons are still showing up here.”

That seemed to relax John a bit, and as he reached for his cup of ale, Sam’s breath hitched in his chest. He watched nervously as John finished his drink and sighed. When there was no sign he detected malfeasance with his ale, Sam released his held breath slowly and smiled to himself in great satisfaction.

You watched as Sam followed Dean through the crowd and suddenly felt incredibly lonely. You didn’t know another soul at the party other than Sam and Dean, and you barely had spent any time with him. Unsure of what to do, you turned to head towards the table to sit down, and before you could take a step, Bobby walked into your line of sight.

“My Lady,” he grunted, “have a second to chat?”

“Of course, Maester. Shall we go somewhere less crowded?”

“No, right here is fine.” He seemed to reluctantly offer his hands to dance with you.

Giving him a slight curtsy, you took his hands and kept a good amount of distance between you. His gaze felt accusatory and it made you suddenly uncomfortable in his presence.

“What would you care to chat about?”

“Any inklings on telling me what happened with Pamela today?”

“If you wanted to know, why did you take leave? You could have stayed.”

“Thought it best to give you your privacy.”

“So, what’s changed?”

“Happened to be heading into the party and saw you giving Sam something that looked like a whole bunch of trouble,” he said with an inquisitive expression. “Those boys are like my own sons…”

“I know, and they love you like a father. Since their own father can be quite… cold.” You looked across the room and could see Sam talking with John and Dean, along with another man you didn’t know.

“You, of all people, wanna talk about cold-hearted fathers?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Touché.”

“So, what did happen?” he asked again, like an old dog with a meaty bone.

You considered telling Bobby, but the urge to speak truth wasn’t there like it was with Sam. Did that mean the potion wore off? Did it only reveal true feelings to the one who held your heart? As these questions, along with others plagued your mind, your gaze wandered back to Sam and wondered if he would be upset if Bobby knew. But as you watched Sam, you were distracted by what he was doing. You could see him slip the vial from his pocket and could only assume he got it into John’s drink. Whatever happened was blocked by his body, as his back was to you.

“Y/N?” Bobby asked, and gave your hand a slight squeeze. “You with me?”

“Huh? Oh, sorry, I got lost in thought for a moment.”

“Alright, but, I need to know if what you handed him is something that’s gonna come back and bite him in the ass.”

“I mean no disrespect, Maester, but–”

Before you could finish your thought, the music came to an abrupt stop as John took front and center on the platform again.

John climbed the platform and looked over the sea of faces before him. He had been here many times, addressing other nobles, and even at times, the people of Lawrence. Not once had he ever felt nervous or ill-at-ease, until now. It was the part of the celebration he was least looking forward to, having to dote on Sam and Y/N. Announcing their union so publicly was not something he cared to do, even though the people there had no idea she was the daughter of The King of Hell; not to mention a witch in her own right. If he was able to announce Samuel had married such a pure soul as Jessica, it would be different.

The memory of Sam cradling Jessica’s lifeless body felt heavy upon his mind. He knew it was stalling him from talking, and the faces looking back at him were getting restless. Forcefully pushing her blood stained dress from his internal vision, he forced a smile onto his bearded face and focused in on the task at hand.

“People of Lawrence! I thank you all for coming here tonight to join us in celebrating both of my sons. Unfortunately, Dean had to leave and return to Purgatory. He is bound and determined to lead the Winchester army against Eve to protect not only our precious lands, but also, our lives. That doesn’t mean we cannot continue on with the party, in fact, Dean insisted!” He chuckled in a way that looked sincere, but those who knew him well, knew he was not sincere in the least.

A small rumble of applause came from the crowd. That’s when he saw Sam from his peripheral vision, walking across the flood towards his new bride. John was distracted for a moment by the seemingly genuine smile on his youngest son’s face as the two of them locked eyes, then hands. Something wretched turned in his gut, and the vision of Jessica once again plagued him. His insistence to push the sight of her didn’t work this time. He could feel a chill around him, as if Jessica’s ghost was attached to his side.

John cleared his throat. “It's been a long fight for our home, first in the Angel Wars, and now in Purgatory. Rest assured that my sons and I will not rest until she has been defeated, shoved back in the hole she climbed out of and then sealed away forever!”

A larger round of applause and admiration filled the ballroom with his last pronouncement. Again looking across the room and seeing the smiling faces of his guests, he knew that he now had to allow them to reveal in the joke of a marriage he duped his son into. His gut turned again, but he pushed through the sickness that lived there.

“However, tonight we are here for a very special occasion. My son, Lord Samuel Winchester, has taken a wife…” the crowd applauded and turned their attention towards the happy couple, backing up and giving them a wide berth on the dance floor. “Lady Y/N Winchester, we are so pleased to have you join our family, and I know you will not only make my son very happy, but one day stand before the people of Lawrence, as their Queen helping to keep with the traditions and loyalty that has led this Kingdom for generations!”

John thought he may vomit at his own words as the bile in his stomach quickly rose to the surface. Luckily, he pushed it back and again cleared his throat. He was almost through with the worst of it, then he could disappear into the wings of the castle and not see the witch dancing with his son. He had been wary of her since the moment she stepped foot inside the castle. Knowing the warding would keep a lot of her potential magic at bay, he couldn’t help but notice that Samuel wasn’t limping with the depths that he had been before her arrival. John didn’t know what spell she had casted on her son, but he was sure that she had done… something.

“Though the wedding was a small, private affair, I would be thrilled if Samuel and his bride could now take the dance floor, and have their first dance as husband and wife.”

John looked to the band of musicians to his right, giving them a nod. He had prompted them earlier with his gesture that they were to play an enchanting first song for the couple to dance to. Just one more thing on the list of things he hated doing.

As much as he wanted to look away, he couldn’t take his eyes off his son as he took his new wife into his arms, and began to move her so aptly across the floor. Other than the music, there wasn’t a sound in the room; the entire party was enchanted by the way they were looking at each other. John was amazed at the amount of love he saw flickering in his son’s eyes as they gazed upon Y/N. It was then that the guilt he carried began to rise forth in him as an uncontrollable force. He suddenly felt the overwhelming desire to unburden himself to Sam; tell him every awful thing he’s done that led to this union. A union he believed to be completely disgusting, but entirely necessary.

‘Could Sam really be falling for her,’ John thought as his hand absently ran over his neatly trimmed beard.

Sam was holding her close. John could see them speaking to each other in hushed voices, and the smile that lay across his son’s face would have made any other father glow with pride. It was a smile of purity; one that only a man who was deeply smitten with which he gazed upon, could have. How far Sam had come in a few short weeks since the wedding, which caused John’s suspicions of the witch to grow in leaps and bounds. No way Sam would or could fall for this woman so quickly, there had to be black magic involved somehow.

As the music began to swell, he watched as Sam leaned in and kissed his bride, and the onlookers basked in their obvious love. ‘This is real,’ John said to himself, and began to slowly shake his head. ‘No, I won’t believe that. It's her magic. A potion, or a spell, maybe a hex bag. But Samuel would never fall for a woman like that, especially not the daughter of the man that took his Jessica. Whatever’s happened, is because of me. This is all my fault.’’

Oblivious to all the people around him, he felt his feet propelling him forward and approaching the happy couple as they continued to dance their first dance. It wasn’t until he was standing right beside them, and had placed his hand on Samuel’s shoulder, did he realize what he was about to do.

“Son,” John said in a voice barely above a whisper. “I’m so, so sorry… this… this is all my fault.”

Sam and Y/N exchanged a curious look, and when Sam finally looked at his father’s face, he was taken aback by the tears welling in his eyes.

“Dad?”

John tried to find the right place to start, but he stumbled on the words. “This shouldn’t be happening… years ago I made a mistake…” he paused, lowered his head and released a heavy sigh. “If it wasn’t for that deal I made with Crowley years ago… I would never have arranged this marriage with his daughter. I had no choice…”

“Dad,” Sam released Y/N from his arms, and took a step closer to his father. “Maybe we should go somewhere private and–”

“No! I… I have to say this now. I had a son… after your mother passed. He was a mistake, unplanned…” John gripped Sam’s shoulder tight, his face pleading with his son to try and understand, “I was so afraid of how the people would look at me if they knew. I made a deal with Crowley.”

“You did what?!” Sam replied in a low rumble, shaking his shoulder free of his father’s grasp.

John nodded slowly and let his mind wander back to that day

Deep in the MacLeod Castle—

“About time Crowley, you should think twice about making me wait.”

“Please, John, you came to me. You’ll wait as long as I make you. Now, what pleasure do I owe this little visit?”

“Our war needs to end if we both want to defeat Eve. She’s draining both of our defenses and I cannot see either of us lasting if we don’t do something.”

“True, and we can come to some sort of terms with that, IF you have something of worth to offer.”

“I learned of a situation recently… It appears some years back I created a son out of wedlock, Adam. His mother has pains to hide him away, but I fear that if the people of my Kingdom learn of his existence, they will not keep me as their King. Take my son born out of wedlock, and I will no longer send my armies to smite your demons, and you keep them from coming into Lawrence to possess my people.”

“Oh, John… it will take far more than your bastard son to make that deal happen. Let’s say… Adam… your soul–in ten years of course–and a favor to be named later.”

“Fine, Crowley… if I even live that long.”

Whispers in the crowd began to grow louder, pulling John back from his long ago memory that he just shared with the entirety of the ballroom. He looked around and came to understand that those close by had heard everything he said. It was making its way through the crowd, and the happy, smiling faces faded; replaced by ones twisted in confusion and disgust.

“How could you?” Sam snarled in a hushed tone. “I don’t even know where to start with this.”

“Son, please, hear me out. I–I never meant for this to come back to hurt you! You’re the best part of me and your mother, you don’t deserve this witch for a wife!”

The crowd audibly gasped at this bit of knowledge, and their murmurs grew to the point where they could no longer be ignored. Sam looked around nervously, and then noticed how stiff and uneasy his wife had grown. Her face went pale and her hand instinctively went to her belly. Before anyone could speak, or move to leave, the walls and floors of the room began to quake with a low rumble. Without warning, the room began to fill with a red, swirling smoke, obscuring everyone’s view of the ongoing scene playing out before them.

The red mist quickly cleared to reveal Crowley, The King of Hell himself, standing mere steps away from John, Sam and Y/N.

The partygoers all backed up quickly, scared and shocked by his presence. Crowley noticed their reaction and smiled. “Guess I know how to make an entrance,” he said with a jovial lilt.

“What the Hell are you doing here?” Y/N asked through gritted teeth.

“Darling daughter, did you ever think I’d let you go without keeping an eye on you? Papa is always watching. I am a bit upset that my invitation to this grand affair didn’t arrive. Must have gotten lost in the post.”

“You weren’t invited,” Sam interjected. “In fact, I think you should leave, now!”

“Now, why would I do that? Am I not entitled to see my only child enjoy her wedding celebration?”

Sam stood tall, and took a step in front of Y/N, shielding her from her father. “Leave, Crowley! Now!”

“Please, save the theatrics for your bed chamber, Samuel. I suspect you’ll need them there to fulfill your end of the bargain.” Crowley offered him a sly grin, and then turned to John. “He does know the deal, right Sire? Your soul stays intact for ten more years, and Sam here helps my precious puddin’ to produce a child.”

The rumbles from the guests were now clear as day–

“Witch…”

“Traitor…”

“Murderer… bet she’s the one who killed…”

“Demon!”

Crowley was taking great delight in the scene he was causing; but more so he relished in the morbid look of disgust on his daughter’s face. She was a rebellious little brat, and he would take any chance he could to destroy whatever bit of happiness she had in her life. He wanted to be able to look deeply into her eyes, and see the regret she had there for not following closer in his footsteps. The girl had far too much of her mother in her for Crowley’s liking, even after his and Rowena’s influence had dictated her life.

“I think it's time for you to leave, Crowley,” John spoke up and moved to stand between his son and the King of Hell. “Our business does not need to be spread like vicious gossip.”

Crowley couldn’t help but laugh. “I was watching you before I came in, John, I think you split that tea all on your own. Certainly didn’t need my help to stick that foot in your mouth.” Crowley picked a piece of linen off his perfectly tailored suit then looked around at the crowd of people who had been slowly backing away from him.

“Just look at the peasant’s faces, you can see for yourself… All I did was have impeccable timing for my entrance.”

You stood and watched as your father and John went back and forth, shooting little jabs and quips at each other, while the mumbles of the guests behind you were beginning to make you more than a little uneasy. Yes, the point of the potion was to get the truth from John, but revealing you as a witch, and even worse, Crowley’s daughter, wasn’t part of the plan. Sam was doing his best to protect you, keeping you out of Crowley’s line of sight, but he couldn’t stop the danger that was growing from behind you.

More exasperated and indignant comments from behind you began to rise, and all you wanted to do was turn and run away; but your feet wouldn’t allow you to. Frozen in fear, you stood your ground behind Samuel, silently praying to whatever God was listening that you were really asleep in your chambers, and this was all a horrific dream.

John and Crowley’s argument grew louder, and as Sam stepped between them, you felt a presence come up from behind you. You nearly screamed at their touch, but once you heard the old gruff voice of the Maester, you relaxed a bit.

“Come with me, My Lady. This isn’t a safe place for you right now.”

Bobby took your hand roughly, and kept you close as he tried to usher you discreetly through the ballroom.

“No, Bobby, I can’t! I can’t leave Sam alone in this!”

“Hush, woman!” he replied in a rough whisper. “Sam can hold his own, but you? This crowd can turn mob real quick. Crowley can disappear at a thought. Can you? Didn’t think so. Trust me, okay? Let’s go.”

As Bobby pulled you away from the scene unfolding, you turned to look back at Sam. You saw him pull the blade that hid away inside his cane; the same one he once put to your throat.

Crowley laughed. “A simple blade? C’mon, Moose! I thought you were smarter than that.”

“It was created from an angel blade. C’mon, Crowley, I thought you knew everything,” Sam replied, and though you couldn’t see his face, you knew he was unflinching in his expression.

Bobby shoved you gently forward, “Go, woman!” he chided in a whisper. “This is gonna get real ugly, real fast!”

Without another thought, Saw thrust his blade forward towards Crowley, but the Demon King reacted too quickly and disappeared from the room. Sam groaned in frustration, but didn’t lower his blade as he turned to face his father.

“So much for the warding!” he growled at John.

“Son, please…”

“Please, what?! YOU did this to our family!” Sam roared at his father.

“I never meant for my mistakes to cause you any pain. I did what I thought was best for the Kingdom.”

“No, as usual, you did what you thought was best for you!” His anger was growing more than it ever had towards John, to a point where he didn’t know if he would be able to control his rage. But somehow, he was able to stop himself from plunging the sword into his father’s heart. Sam capped his blade within his cane and turned to find his wife. Instead, she was gone, and all he was left with were the glaring faces of the party guests.

“Witchcraft!”

“Lord Winchester has been compromised!”

“The Winchesters are taking up with demons and witches!”

“Infiltrated by demons!”

“Please!” Sam said, raising his hands high in the air, to try and get the people’s attention. “Please, let me sort all this out! There is no danger, Crowley is gone, and I will deal with my father’s choices.”

His words did little to calm them; in fact, they seemed to grow louder and more aggressive. Sam felt a panic start to rise in his chest as he scanned their faces as he continued to search for Y/N. He could hear John behind him, ignoring the slurs and comments, trying to plead his case, but Sam didn’t care what he had to say. All he cared about at that moment was making sure his wife and his unborn son were safe.

Beyond the crowd, he could see the doors to the ballroom open slowly, and felt a hint of relief when Bobby’s face appeared in the sliver of light. The Maester motioned for Sam to come his way, but he wasn’t sure if the people that stood between them would actually allow him through.

Without a word and an obvious determination, he started towards the doors. Those that were staring him down, promptly moved aside as the young Lord Winchester made his way through with a fierceness they had never seen before. The other guests barely noticed him, as their untrusting gazes were firmly set upon their King. Sam never once looked back to see how his father was reacting to it all, his focus was solely on getting out of the crowded room and locating his family.

Sam didn’t realize how stifling and hot the ballroom was until he felt the cool air of the corridor hit his face. He drew in a deep breath of air and looked around for Bobby.

“Sam!” Bobby called out in a rough whisper from around the far corner, prompting Sam to move in that direction. Once they were together, there was a quiet exchange between them that acknowledged just how dangerous things had gotten.

“I know…” Sam sighed and hung his head to his chest. “Where is she?”

“In the apothecary. It was the only place I could think for her to hide til I can get you both out of here.” Bobby began to head for the stairs that would lead down towards his hideaway, with Sam closely in tow. “I don’t know what the hell happened there, but I get a feeling it ain’t good.”

When Sam didn’t respond, Bobby hesitated and turned to look at him. The expression on his face made Bobby certain that disaster was imminent. Shaking his head, he continued walking until they reached the archway to the apothecary, and passed through.

A thought crossed Sam’s mind that caused him to grab Bobby’s elbow to stop moving.

“Did you know?” he asked quietly, his expression clear with worry that Bobby had known.

“No,” Bobby lowered his head and slowly shook it back and forth. “I knew he had some shady dealings in the past, but you know our King,” the last word he emphasized with annoyance, “isn’t always the most forthcoming guy.”

Sam simply nodded and released Bobby’s arm, then motioned forward with his chin. “C’mon, let’s get to Y/N then get out of this castle.”

You heard footsteps approaching as you waited nervously in the Maester’s. Unsure if it was Bobby or Sam, you found a place to shield yourself in case it wasn’t. Peeking around the corner of one of the large cabinets that held the Maester’s books, you caught sight of Sam and felt relief wash over you.

“Samuel!” You came out from the spot in which you were hiding, and ran straight into his open arms. He held you tightly and bent down to kiss the top of your head.

“You’re safe,” he sighed and kept his arms firmly around you. “When I turned to look for you, and you were gone…” Sam pulled back just enough to caress the side of your face and you could see the fear he felt. “It's been such a short time, but if I were to lose you now, I would be lost to grief.”

Bobby cleared his throat. “Well, now, let’s make sure that doesn’t happen. C’mon kids, time to skedattle.”

“With the way the people were glaring, and the warpath I assume they will be on its best we leave, but what about my father?” Sam asked.

“John has enough trouble right now, boy. I will do my best to help the situation upstairs, but I can’t do that and keep you two alive. So, time to go…”

“But where can we go? All of Lawrence is going to be looking for us,” you asked and looked up to Sam, and saw he was nodding in agreement.

“Pamela… she’ll help us.”

Bobby swiftly ushered you and Sam through the root cellar and out through the castle’s tunnels, exiting out near the stables. There, he had two horses saddled and ready to ride. One was his own brown mare, who snorted in greeting upon seeing him. When Sam saw the other sleek, black stallion ready to go, he stopped in his tracks and turned to Bobby.

“Really? You saddled Dean’s prize stallion? You know he’s gonna have my head for even thinking of riding it,” Sam said and couldn’t help but smile. “Besides, how am I gonna ride? My hip…”

“Drop the act, boy. I know she healed you. I saw you spinning her around on that dance floor. Clearly whatever she did was more of a permanent fix than temporary relief.” You could feel his eyes on you, and though he wanted to be salty about you using magic on Sam, you could see he was also impressed.

Sam went about helping you mount Dean’s horse, and then climbed on behind you. Once Bobby was atop his own mare, Sam directed the stallion to follow Bobby as the three of you rode off into the night.

Bobby took a detour at the end of the grounds, and instead of following the road through the woods, he veered off into the Elven woods.

“Bobby!” Sam called out. “Where are we going? This isn’t the way to Pamela…”

“Well, when you left her today, Pamela knew it was time to relocate. Whatever happened at her place left her pretty shaken. She thought the Elven Woods would be a good place to hide for the time being.”

“If she’s that shaken, will she even help us?” you asked more of Sam, than Bobby.

“She will.” Bobby replied. “She damn well better.”

The sound of approaching visitors caught Pamela’s ear, and though she knew who would be soon knocking at her door, part of her didn’t want to open it. Seeing the Lord and Lady Winchester in recent times had left her with a sense of dread, but what was more foreboding to her was that she could not see a clear outcome to whatever danger was looming over them.

Not once in her life had she not known what was going to happen. Even the day that she lost her sight to the angels, she knew. She contemplated avoiding it, but decided that it must be part of a grander purpose.

Pamela had been correct.

Losing her actual vision instead of what she could see with her third eye. She found herself more open to spirits and foresight, which ultimately allowed her to become the most renowned psychic medium in Lawrence and beyond. However, this business with King Winchester and the Demon King felt a bit too dangerous. It wasn’t something she wanted to get involved in… yet, here she was.

A booming echo rumbled off in the distance, followed by a faraway flash of purple light that she sensed more than saw. She stood from the table of the old, abandoned house and went to the window. Pushing it open just an inch, she inhaled the scent of the Elven Woods and could smell the electricity in the air. .

“Goddamnit,” she mumbled as she closed the window. “Last thing I need right now is a Rift Storm.”

Grumbling, she knew that her visitors would be arriving any moment and loosely gripped the handle to the door. Within seconds, she heard Bobby’s voice and cracked the heavy ancient oak door so they could get inside as quickly as possible. The storm seemed a ways off still, but those bolts of toxic electricity could reach the ground miles ahead of the actual Rift.

“Bobby, inside, quick!” she urged in a rough whisper. When she heard the three of them inside, she closed the door and engaged the bolt so it would lock. Turning to the unannounced trio, she sighed. “Great, a bunch of fugitives AND a rift storm. Bobby, when are you going to stop pulling me into this drama?”

“I am sorry, Pamela, but these kids here need some help. If you didn’t care, you wouldn’t have helped them already.”

“Well, stop exploiting my soft spot for true love, Bobby.”

“Noted. But for now, can they stay for a few days? I need to get back to the castle.”

“Bobby, you know I love your snarky ass, but I already lost my eyesight to angels, I sure as hell don’t want to lose my life to demons. And that rift storm is a sure sign of demons in the Elven Woods.”

The room was silent. Neither you, Bobby or Sam knew how to tell her that it wouldn’t be just demons on their way to Lawrence, but that the townspeople were also up in arms given the sudden confessions of their King. Pamela could tell their silence held more than she cared to know, yet she knew that her role in it all wasn’t yet over. The last thing she wanted to do was be caught in the crossfire, but deep down she knew she also had zero control over whatever fate had in store.

“I guess you can at least stay the night. I have an idea of what went down tonight. You used it, didn’t you? You extracted the truth from the King?”

“Yes,” you answered, and looked shyly towards Bobby. “I tested it on myself first. I realized it worked when I told Samuel everything.”

“Everything? About your own mother, too?”

You could feel Sam’s eyes on you, questioning you.

“No, there wasn’t time for that then,” you paused and looked up towards your husband’s eyes. “But I promise to once I know we’re all safe.”

“Ok. With as much trouble as I have already caused in giving you that vile, I suppose I need to be here for the consequences. Besides, I can’t possibly kick a pregnant woman out into a rift storm, so you can stay as long as you need to. You should be safe here for a while.”

Pamela’s words caused you and Sam both to gasp, and look towards Bobby. His face was that of a man in shock, not to mention, suddenly scared.

“Excuse me?! Pregnant?!”

Sam snorted a nervous laugh. “....Surprise?”

“Idjits, both of ya.” Bobby growled and shook his head. He took another moment to collect his thoughts, then expel a resigned breath. “Well, congrats I guess. But you know what that means, right?”

“No, what?” you asked as your hand anxiously reached for Sam’s, squeezing it tight in fear of what Bobby’s answer would be.

“If you thought those people at the party were upset with you being a witch… honey, being a witch who is pregnant with the heir to the throne just made the bounty on your head go up exponentially.”

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Bobby Singer: Boys, Boys, Boys

Pride Collection 2021 June 19th

Pairing: Father!Bobby Singer x Male!Son!Reader

Pov: Bobby

Warnings: Fluff, Understanding, supportive father figure, coming out

Summary: Bobby grew up in a much different time, but he'll do anything to support his son.

Word Count: 577

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Now I know what you are about to say, 'Bobby he's your son. you've got to support him." And I do, but I don't need every other person in the world telling me what to do with MY son.

My son had come out to me years ago, but I knew long before. His mother had died from a car wreck, and that left me to raise my boy all on my own.

I did my best, the best that a father can do for his son. I also drew a line in the ground when I found out that my wife was pregnant to never end up like my father.

To never end up the abusive, shitty asshole I called my father. So when my son was born into life I knew right then and there that I wouldn't be anything like him.

My son grew up with both his mother and me. We both loved him more than our lives, something about being a parent, about having this small innocent human being that is now in your care.

But like I said Y/n's mother died when he was young.

Now he's an adult, and dating his boyfriend. Now I will tell you when he told me I was shocked, but I can only imagine what my son went through. How scared he must have been to tell me.

I think people believe that just because I was born in a different time and had different things affecting my life, but I wasn't allowed to be myself. Nothing I ever wanted to put on my son.

I learned long after my father passed away that I'd have to accept my children, I learned that I'd have to be the exact opposite from him. Teach my son that it's okay to be different actually I wanted him to be different.

Never in my life did I want to watch my son fear me. Fear himself, fear what he was comfortable with. Years of teaching my son, of being there or my son.

I'd do anything for my son. So, if that meant I had to accept my son then so be it. Just because the past said something doesn't mean I can't see that the past has no reason to be the future.

Y/n deserves better than what I grew up in. He deserves a good future for himself, for his husband, for his children. He deserves the best of life, and I don't want to lose that chance to be a part of his future, all because of my past.

I don't want to end up like my father. I don't want to be a thorn in my son's side. I want to grow old with my grandchild in my lap. I want to tell embarrassing stories about their father to his kids.

I want to be the supportive person in his life. Someone that he comes to because he isn't scared to. I want to be so much for my son. Not because I'm making up for everything I lost out on, but because he deserves that person.

I want to encourage Y/n. I want to support him, so he can at one point support himself. I want him to believe himself because I believe in him.

And for what it's worth. I'm so happy that I had a son because Y/n is really the pride and joy of my life.

Completed on: 06/18/2021

Posted on: 06/19/2021

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pink-sparkly-witch · 2 years

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Can't Fight This Feeling, Pt. 1

Summary: Dean is in love with the girl who works in the office. The problem is Y/N is already dating someone, and Dean is not her type, right? When Y/N is dumped by Rick the Prick, the feelings she has had for Dean since she started working at Singer’s Auto come back in full force.

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean Winchester x Female Reader (Eventual)

Bingo Square: Mutual Pining

Warnings: Fluff, angst, language

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: This is written as a submission for Tell Me A Story Bingo hosted by @supernatural-jackles. The square filled is Mutual Pining. This hasn’t been beta’d. All mistakes are mine!

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Dean had to admit he was happy. He loved his job as a mechanic, and the garage he worked at would be his someday. Bobby had already talked to him about buying him out when the old man retired, and he’d agreed to the proposal right away, never doubting it was what he wanted.

He owned a modest two-storey house in a good neighbourhood which he renovated right after moving in. His neighbours were friendly, if a little nosey, and for the most part, he loved attending and hosting the neighbourhood cookouts in the summer months. The only thing missing was someone to share his life with.

He’d had a few relationships in the past, none giving him exactly what he wanted. The closest was Lisa, and he did love her. She didn’t love him, though, and after a while, she realised that she needed more than just a father figure for her son and that Dean deserved better. She broke his heart, making him a little jaded about women for a while.

Dean had gone back to his playboy ways, but it quickly became unsatisfying, and he decided it was time to try dating again. The problem was that he was confident he’d found ‘the one,’ but she was someone else’s girl, and he didn’t want to waste more time with the wrong woman.

Maybe he was just meant to be alone.

His bachelor lifestyle was hitting him even harder recently with his baby brother’s announcement that he and Eileen were getting married. His good buddy, Garth, was also getting married in the summer. Benny and Cas were happy and settled in their relationships. Dean had a feeling that Benny would be asking Donna to move in with him and Cas would be putting a ring on Meg’s finger very soon.

He was glad a customer had dropped off a 1969 Chevrolet Camaro for restoration. It kept him busy and stopped his thoughts from wandering for too long.

“Hey, Dean?” Y/N opened the door that separated reception from the garage floor and shouted, trying to be heard over the noise of the equipment.

“S’up, Y/N?” he called back, unable to stop his smile at seeing her for the first time today. He didn’t sleep much last night, so he opened the garage at 6am. He had to admit, it was strange walking through the garage and not seeing her already sitting in her office.

“Jody’s here for her car, but Bobby’s out. Can you take care of the handover?” Y/N threw him her sweetest smile and biggest puppy eyes, and fuck if he wouldn’t have helped her commit mass murder right here at Singer’s Auto if she asked. He knew she had him wrapped around her little finger, but he was hopelessly in love with her and really didn’t care.

“Sure. Gimme a sec?” Dean said, and she grinned happily at him. God, she’s beautiful when she smiles! Dean thought and shook his head, chuckling at his behaviour. He grabbed the rag tucked into his coverall pocket and wiped the grease from his hands. He walked quickly to the break room and washed his hands to remove the stubborn dirt before heading to the back office.

There were two doors in the break room, one coming to and from the garage floor and the other that led to the corridors with the offices, bathrooms and changing rooms. Dean took the one into the corridor and headed to the back office, which belonged to Bobby.

Bobby’s office held the safe where they locked the vehicle keys at the end of the day or when they were waiting to be collected. Opening the safe and pulling out Jody’s keys, Dean made sure to he locked it and the office behind him and made his way to the reception.

“Sheriff. Good to see you,” Dean greeted. He’d known Jody a long time. She was his mom’s best friend.

“Dean! Good to see you too,” Jody smiled and pulled the mechanic in for a hug. “You’re looking a little skinny. Are you taking care of yourself?”

“Yeah, you know,” Dean started, rubbing his hand over his neck. “Been working hard. Long hours. You know the drill.”

“Yeah, I can see that beautiful Camaro you’re restoring. Is she keeping you busy?” Jody asked, smiling gently at Y/N, who handed her some paperwork to sign.

“Something like that, yeah.” Dean chuckled.

“Dean Winchester!” Jody scolded. “Do I have to call your mother and tell her you’re not taking care of yourself? Tell me, Y/N… does he ever go home?”

“He was here before me this morning, and I was in at 7:30 to handle an early delivery for Bobby,” Y/N tattled. “You know he never even ate breakfast? I went over to the diner and got him pancakes and bacon. It’s no wonder he’s getting skinny.”

“Traitor!” Dean playfully said, pointing in her direction. “And here I thought you, of all people, would have my back!”

“And lie to the Sheriff? And your mother?” Y/N huffed in disbelief. “Sorry, Dean! Even I’m not dumb enough to go up against those two!” she giggled at Dean’s look of mock hurt. “You know if it was anybody else, I’d have your back all day, every day, but I will not go up against Jody and Mary!” Y/N playfully stuck her tongue out, showing she was only teasing.

“That’s my girl!” Jody laughed. “Thank you for taking care of him. At least when he’s here,” she smiled softly and squeezed Y/N’s forearm.

“Ah, what are friends for,” Y/N waved her hand, telling them it was nothing.

Friends. There was that word that twisted his gut. He knew he shouldn’t feel what he does for her; she already has a boyfriend, so friends are all they’ll ever be. “Alright, ‘gang up on Dean hour’ is over. What are you still doing here anyway? Thought you had a lunch date with Mr Pretty-Boy-Wannabe-Entrepreneur?”

“Okay, first of all: you gotta damn cheek calling anyone a “pretty boy,” pretty boy! Secondly… cancelled it.” Y/N shrugged and smiled sadly, grabbing the paperwork for the Sheriff’s car to file. “It was nice to see you, Jody!” she turned and returned to her office.

“You too, honey,” Jody raised a hand in farewell, waited until Y/N was safely behind her desk, and lowered her voice. “Any idea what that was about?”

“No clue,” Dean responded with a frown.

“Alright, I gotta get back to it. Thanks for this, Dean,” Jody held her car key up and nodded. “I’ll see you soon. And call your mother!”

“Yes, ma’am!” Dean grinned and raised a hand to wave goodbye. When the door closed, he stood for a minute, trying to decide whether to push Y/N on what was going on with her. She was visibly upset by something, and if his gut was right, it had to do with the douchebag she was dating.

Huffing, Dean headed to her office and leaned against the door frame. The radio played REO Speedwagon’s Can’t Fight This Feeling, and he smiled softly as she hummed along. Not wanting to startle her, he knocked quietly on the door, just loud enough to announce he was there.

The noise coming from the garage floor often masked footsteps on the linoleum. Although it was hilarious when Y/N punched, kicked, or yelled out when she got startled by one of their voices at her door, he was pretty sure she’d punch him in the face if he did that to her now.

Glancing up, Y/N smiled like she always did when she saw him, like she was genuinely happy to see him, like he was the only person she wanted to see. He’d watched her and knew that no one else got those smiles from her, and, man, did that make him feel special.

“Hey. You alright?” Dean asked and frowned deeper when her smile fell, and she nodded her head, quickly lowering it behind the monitor in front of her.

“You sure? Because I can tell you’re upset,” he made no move to enter her office, leaning against the doorframe and giving her space. Dean sighed when he was met with silence. “Y/N/N, sweetheart, we’re friends, right?” he licked his lips and raised his eyebrows at her slight nod. “Then you know you can talk to me. Tell me anything. I just wanna help. See that smile back on your face.”

“Rick broke up with me last night,” Y/N finally spoke after a while. Dean’s eyebrows shot up in shock. Those were words he never thought he’d hear.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry. What happened?” Dean finally moved from his perch on the doorframe and took the chair across the desk from hers.

“The new tech company he and his buddies created?” she spoke softly, and Dean nodded. “It’s starting to take off, and he’s been travelling a lot. Going to all these Expos and events, and apparently, I’m holding him back.”

“Y/N,” Dean wanted to go to her, comfort her but held back with every ounce of strength he had.

“Which I guess is guy speak for there’s a lot of beautiful women out there, and having a girlfriend is kinda cramping my style,” she tried to smile. Still, tears were gathering in the corners of her eyes. “But it’s okay. At least he didn’t cheat on me, right?” There was a bitter chuckle that Dean didn’t like the sound of. He’d give anything to take away her pain.

“I always knew Rick the Prick was a dumb douchebag. That asshole wouldn’t see a great thing if it walked in front of him and slapped him in the face. What exactly did they teach him at the fancy private school his daddy sent him to?” Dean fumed. Rick really was a prick. He’d never liked him. He always thought he was above everyone else.

“That he doesn’t need an education. He only needs the unlimited money from the trust fund his daddy set up for him, and everything will fall into his lap?” Y/N responded, and Dean laughed.

“It’s gonna be fine, sweetheart. There’s someone much better out there for you. I know it,” he smiled. “Now, how ‘bout I take my favourite girl to lunch before I head into the city to pick up some parts? What d’ya say?”

“Sure, thanks, Dean.” Y/N smiled brightly, and Dean leaned forward on the chair and gently grabbed her chin, giving her a charming wink.

“There she is! There’s that smile I love so much! Come on, burgers and milkshakes on me!”

“And pie?” Y/N pulled out the puppy eyes as she stood and rounded her desk, making Dean chuckle.

“Sure,” he said, pulling her into a hug and kissing her hair. “You can have all the pie you want, sweetheart.”

Dean’s smile didn’t fade when he got back to the garage, something that didn’t go unnoticed by his best friend, Benny. He was among the few who knew about Dean’s true feelings for Y/N.

“What’s that smile for Winchester?” Benny grinned as he leaned on the roof of the car Dean was working on.

“You saying I can’t be happy, Lafitte?” Dean sassed him back.

“Course you can. I just haven’t seen you this happy in a long time, brother,” Benny smiled softer now.

“I had a great lunch with great company,” Dean shrugged as if it was no big deal.

“With your girl in the office, huh?” The cheeky grin was back on Benny’s lips.

“She’s not my girl,” Dean protested.

“Yet. I know how you feel about Y/N, Dean. And the guy she’s with? He doesn’t deserve her, and once she realises it, it’ll be over for them.” Benny slapped his friend's shoulder in the way men do to comfort each other.

“It already is, man,” Dean lowered his voice to stop the whole garage from overhearing. “They broke up last night. ‘S why I took her out for lunch. Cheer her up a little.”

“Shit,” Benny lowered his voice, too, glancing around him to make sure they weren’t overheard. “What happened?”

“I don’t think it’s my place to say,” Dean’s response made Benny smile slightly. He was always so protective of her. It was damn adorable.

“Sure, I get that. She’s okay, though, right?” Benny adored Y/N, too, although his adoration was brotherly towards her.

“She will be,” Dean nodded.

“You gonna swoop in and sweep her off her feet?” Benny’s signature cheeky grin was back full force, and Dean rolled his eyes at his best friend.

“No. You know she doesn’t feel that way ‘bout me. Besides, I’m not her type,” Dean defended.

“Sure. Whatever you say, chief. Just don’t write it off yet, alright? ‘S’all I’m trying to say,” Benny gave him a knowing look, and Dean scoffed, unconvinced.

“Yeah, sure. Whatever. Do you need me to pick anything up from the city? I got parts that need collecting,” Dean’s quick change of subject made Benny chuckle.

“Nah, all good. I was gonna ask if you wanna go for drinks after work on Saturday, though. Start Memorial weekend off right.” Benny said.

“Yeah, sure. Roadhouse?” Dean asked.

“That’s the plan. And Dean? If you want a chance, a real chance with Y/N? Maybe don’t go chasing everything in a skirt. Make her see that you don’t always need to take someone home, that you can be in a relationship and not just be a one-and-done kinda guy,” Benny winked and walked away with a chuckle, leaving Dean wide-eyed with shock.

Lunch had been just what Y/N needed, and she’d done nothing but laugh and smile at Dean and his storytelling and blatant flirting. It reminded her of why she fell for him in the first place.

Dean was always funny and flirty. He knew how to make her laugh, even on her worst days. He treated her with kindness and respect, and she knew he had her back, no questions asked. He’d always been a gentleman with her, often pretending to be her boyfriend when some dick at the bar got too handsy with her or making sure she got home safe, and she loved him for it.

He was just her type too. Handsome, funny, smart, a cocky bastard. But how he acted with her and treated her was the same way he was with every woman he encountered. Except for the ones he wanted to go home with. They got his A-game, so she knew her feelings weren’t reciprocated.

The night Rick came over to her in the bar and attempted to flirt with her, she’d thought he was cute. She could tell he was out of his depth right off the bat, but his eagerness to impress her made her heart melt. When he asked if he could buy her a drink, she said yes.

At the bar, they talked for a while, and when he asked if he could take her on a date, she caught sight of Dean chatting up another beautiful, busty brunette who could be on the cover of magazines and knew for sure she’d never get to be his girl, so she said yes. The rest, as they say, was history.

Rick was so far from her type that none of her friends ever quite “got” them as a couple. Rick was from a trust fund family, his father a multi-million-dollar entrepreneur in Kansas City, and he had wanted for nothing growing up. Everything was handed to him on a gold plate. He didn’t know the meaning of living paycheck to paycheck or just getting by - which was how she’d grown up.

He was sweet, though and treated her like she’d always wanted a man to treat her. She didn't care about the fancy restaurants or the extravagant gifts he gave her; she cared that he proudly showed her off to his friends and family, who all seemed to adore her. He was always a gentleman when she was with him.

Rick wasn’t much in the bedroom, but was that really important when you loved everything else about a person? Good sex wasn’t the be-all and end-all and certainly didn’t constitute a good relationship, right?

None of it mattered anymore, anyway. He’d shown his true colours and made sure she knew she wasn’t good enough for him. It was time to put him in her past and try to move forward. She’d cried over him all night, which was far too long in her book.

Glancing over at Dean working under the hood of the Camaro, she smiled to herself. Now that Rick was out of the picture and with how sweet the mechanic had been with her at the diner, the feelings she’d had for Dean since her first day working here were back. She grinned, remembering Dean telling her she was beautiful and worth it and Rick didn’t deserve–

“Watcha smiling at Cher?” Benny said, causing her to yelp and jump, banging her knee off the desk.

“God dammit, Benny! What d’ya do that for?” she whined, rubbing her sore knee and glaring at the laughing Cajun leaning against the doorframe. “What d’ya want?” she pouted.

“I’m sorry for scaring ya,” Benny chuckled. “Just wanted to see if you’re up for some drinks at the Roadhouse on Saturday.”

“Well… that depends,” Y/N furrowed her brows as she looked at him.

“On…?” Benny asked.

“Who’s going?” she replied.

“The usual: me and Donna, Cas and Meg…”

“Oh great! Couples being all…” she gestured wildly with her hands, trying to find the right word. “Coupley,” she finished, lips curling in distaste.

“Dean’s going too, so you two can couple-bash together,” Benny smirked.

“Sure. Until a hottie shows up in a belt claiming it’s a skirt, her boobs spilling out of a top that’s two sizes too small so they look way bigger than they actually are, and Dean goes all horndog over her. And then, as always, I’ll be the awkward third wheel while you guys all stare at each other with heart eyes,” Y/N rambled, and Benny looked on in amusement.

“You know what? Thanks for the invite Benny, but I think I should sit this one out,” she concluded.

“Aw, come on, Cher! It’ll be fun!” Benny tried putting on his best puppy eyes, and she rolled hers dramatically.

“For who, Benny? No one wants the bitter, newly single girl crashing their good time buzz,” she sighed exasperatedly.

“We do, Y/N/N. Look, just think about it, okay?” Benny pleaded.

“I appreciate it, Benny, but honestly, I don’t think it’ll be a fun night for me seeing two perfect couples be all mushy and Dean hitting on every girl there except…” she stopped abruptly.

“Except who, Cher?” Benny prodded, even though he already knew the answer.

“Doesn’t matter,” Y/N waved her hand dismissively.

“Yes, it does,” Benny tried one last time.

“I’ll think about it, okay? If there’s nothing else, I need to get on with these invoices.”

Benny nods, understanding that she wants the subject dropped. “He’s an asshole, you know.”

“Who?” Y/N’s brow furrows in confusion.

“Rick,” Benny says, and she gives a small, grateful smile. “Dean, too,” Benny winks and leaves her office before she questions him further. Those two idiots needed to sort this out for themselves, after all.

What Benny said had stunned her. Never in a million years would she think there was a chance Dean shared her feelings, but something in his face when he told her that Dean was an asshole had her thinking…

Nah. It’s too crazy. There’s no way he likes me.

She needs to get over this obsession with Dean. It’s unhealthy; she’s not his type and never will be. She’s not perfectly flawless or sexy like the women he takes home.

They’re just friends, and she needs to accept that’s all they’ll ever be.

Part Two >>

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