#castiel imagines

[itsbuckytm]

The Couch / Dean Winchester

summary: Dean and you had always harbored a fondness for each other, which became evident one night on Jody's couch when he found a way to express it during Jody's intervention at the dinner table.

ps: english isn't my first language so i apologize for any grammar errors

xo'

Jody had extended an invitation for dinner to the three of you. What neither of the boys knew was that this casual gathering swiftly transformed into an intervention, with Claire and Alex joining in. As you observed them enjoying the meal, a sense of unease crept in, heightened when Jody broached the topic of protection. Suddenly, Sam, Dean, and you found yourselves choking on your food, taken aback. "Um, excuse me?" Dean was the first to break the tense silence.

"You heard correctly," Jody's expression bore the gravity that none of you dared to challenge. With precision, she redirected the conversation to how she had stumbled upon unsettling items in Alex's bag. While acknowledging the discomfort of confronting such matters, being a girl also meant being privy to them, and a part of you felt relief knowing that Alex and Claire had Jody for these discussions—a resource you lacked.

In reality, it was Dean who helped you lose your virginity. "Helped" was an understatement; even in your mid-twenties, the notion of waiting for marriage felt long overdue. The memory was vivid: in the dead of night, with Sam in a deep slumber in the other side of the living room. Sleep eluded you, and with Dean nearby due to staying at Jody's, the proximity intensified. Coupled with your nearing ovulation, it was evident your libido was peaking. You were undeniably aroused, yet with the boys constantly present, suppressing any gesture or moan became a challenge, particularly when Dean's eyes cracked open slightly.

Dean observed the entire scene discreetly. He noticed your arm beneath the covers, your hips shifting, and your breath growing heavier. What he didn't realize was that he too felt the same arousal stirring within him. His shaft hardened, and he couldn't resist the urge to grasp it, seeking gratification in the moment. It was then that your eyes met, hesitation lingering before you confessed to him that you had never experienced sex before. To Dean's delight, he vowed to ensure that the experience would be memorable not just for him, but for you as well. 

"Earth to Y/N," Claire's voice broke through your thoughts, prompting you to snap out of your reverie, cheeks flushing. A mischievous smirk played on Claire's lips as she continued, well aware of your distraction. "I think she was daydreaming," she teased, but you quickly shook off the implication, feeling Dean's gaze upon you. It was the same caring look he always gave, checking in to ensure your comfort, whether it was about speed or pace. Despite any imperfections in the method of 'protection,' Dean excelled at making you feel cherished. "You okay?" he asked, concern evident in his voice as his fingers lightly brushed your hand, offering a reassuring squeeze, to which you nodded in response.

"I'm sure she wasn't. Let's not deflect now. If we can't talk about it, maybe we shouldn't be doing it, right?" Your eyes widened at the question, inadvertently revealing your discomfort, while Dean nearly choked on his food again with a startled "What?" Despite not wanting to gross out Jody, he simply shrugged and glanced at you before continuing, "I mean..." Just as he was about to elaborate, Jody's eyes widened in realization, catching onto the unspoken understanding between the two of you. "Setting a good example!" she exclaimed, almost in a panic, prompting laughter from Alex, Claire, and Sam, who found the situation amusing. With Dean and you seated at the opposite end of the table, the awkwardness escalated. "And where was it?" Jody inquired, causing your muscles to tense as you recalled it took place right in this very house during one of Jody's trips. You nervously gulped, murmuring your answer while taking a sip of water, inadvertently prompting Jody to respond to the question herself. 

But what she didn’t know was that whoever you had spent the night, was seating just next to you. 

"On your couch..." Her expression morphed into one of disbelief, unaware that the lucky guy was actually present that evening. Despite her high expectations, she pressed on with another question. "Like a one-night stand? Or someone from work?" She almost seemed reluctant to hear the answer you were about to give. As if you were expecting to give one of those options to loosen her worry. Dean on the other, glanced at you a moment, signaling for you not to reveal it. Instead, he took the plunge and confessed. "Me."

First, Claire choked on her water, followed by Jody, their expressions a mix of uncertainty as she barely left her gaze at you. Especially from expressing you were in hope of waiting before marriage. But it was true. "It is true..." Your voice was soft, the kind of vulnerability that Dean cherished. It stirred something within him, turning him on immensely. He couldn't be prouder knowing that tonight, with that look on your face, you would be in for a delightful surprise.

"Well," Jody appeared somewhat taken aback once again, unsure of what to say next before redirecting her attention to Alex. "Please, for me. Don't follow their example, and for the love of god, don't end up on the couch either." There was a hint of obvious disapproval in her expression, eliciting chuckles from all of you as the conversation shifted back to hunting topics and other matters. 

As everyone retired for the night, despite the slightly abrupt end to dinner, you managed to finish the meal Jody had graciously offered. She had invited the three of you to spend another night at her house, recognizing the need for rest after a morning hunt that warranted a good night's sleep. However, Dean had other plans brewing in his mind.

As you slipped into your gown, Sam settled into an actual bed—the one Jody had made sure you and Dean would sleep on. Dean's smirk was unmistakable as his gaze lingered on you while you attended to your last-minute night routine in the guest bathroom. "You know," his voice was husky, unable to tear himself away from your presence, a habit he adored observing. "Oh, I know that look," now it was your turn to gaze at him, rolling your eyes in an attempt to feign innocence at his remark. "But what if Jody..."

He chuckled, drawing closer to you with his arm enveloping your waist. Despite the temptation to kiss you once more and fully express his feelings, to officially declare you as his, he resisted. "Shhh," his thumb gently traced your bottom lip as he met your gaze, then glanced towards the couch. "Alright, cowboy. But don't make me have to silence myself."

“Oh don’t worry, darlin’ I’ll make sure you don’t.”

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[lokischickadee]

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[supernaturalfreewill]

"I'm sorry. I—I wanted to tell you sooner. Sam and Dean didn't think it was a good idea." Cas took an exploratory step toward you, his expression apologetic and concerned. You seemed frozen. "You're—you're freaking out right now, aren't you?" he asked, his brow furrowing even lower over his bright blue eyes, the same eyes you'd just seen glow cobalt.

You gulped, your eyes still wide. "Only on the inside," you muttered. "You're—you have—your wings—" you stammered.

Now, Cas was the one surprised. "You could see them?" he asked.

You nodded urgently. "I can't believe this is happening. You're an angel. You're an actual angel. What the hell?"

"Y/N, you could see my wings?" he asked again.

You nodded. "Yes. Isn't that—normal? You just told me you're an angel. And then you just did something... with the glowing and the— Shouldn't I be able to see them?"

Cas shook his head. "No one has ever been able to see them before."

"What do you mean?"

"A human being able to see an angel's wings is—" he searched for the right word, "—significant," he said.

You nodded and tried to pull in a deep breath but you were feeling suddenly lightheaded. "I think I need to sit down."

Cas was there in an instant, immensely concerned, and helped you settle into the couch.

Prompt: "you're freaking out right now, aren't you?" / "only on the inside."

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[stargazedwinchester]

Comfort | Cas

Summary: You've been suffering from nightmares recently, and call upon a certain angel for comfort.

Sorry it's a little short compared to what I've written before! Hope it's still okay! Based on this request here, thank you!

Word count: 722

♱⁺. ⋆˙✧⋆✧˙⋆⊹.♱

You thought that nightmares were a thing of your past, or even what your day-to-day life is now.

Obviously, you wouldn't be living a somewhat normal life without them, of course, but it doesn't mean they absolutely frighten you half to death. You awaken, your heart feels like it is about to pound right through your chest. The dream itself felt so real, your eyes dart around to ensure that you're completely safe. You sigh in relief, forcing your eyes shut, and your hands covering them. "Please, God, just one night of sleep. That's all I ask." You moan, rubbing your eyes and then your face. "I beg. Just one night." You try to make yourself comfy again when there's a very quick whooshing sound coming from the front of your bedroom door. "Hi."

You jump, rapidly pulling your gun from under your pillow, and pointing it toward a man in a trenchcoat. "Jesus, Cas," You startle, lowering your gun. "You terrified me." You say, sitting up in bed. "Sorry, Y/N. I heard your prayer. You're struggling to sleep?" He says, cocking his head to the side. His eyes wide and full of sparkle. The feeling of comfort has suddenly taken over you once Cas' presence had been known. He's always managed to make you feel safe and protected, even when he's not around. You have always had a deeper connection to Cas compared to the Winchesters, but that didn't mean you loved them any less. It's just that your feelings towards Castiel are different... and they didn't need to know that.

Cas takes his coat off and hangs it on your door handle. His shoes as well. He pads over to the edge of your bed and faces you. "Yeah, the past few weeks have been difficult and I don't know why. I genuinely don't remember the last time I had a good night's sleep," You say, and his eyes lower to the sheets, then to you. "I want to try something." He says, looking up at you. His gorgeous blue eyes complimenting his features in the dim light of your bedroom makes your heart flutter. "Y-yeah, of course, what is it?" You ask, keeping your voice lowered. If either of the brothers heard that you've got Cas in your bedroom right now, neither of you would be able to live it down.

"I um," He starts hesitantly. "Is it okay with you?"

"Yeah, it is." You say, unsure of what his next moves are. He gently gets onto the other side of your bed, he leans back, one leg over the other. He places his arm under you, and gently moves you to lay with him. Your brain has all sorts of thoughts and questions right now, but it's best to leave it. "Do you... like this?" He asks, sounding unsure within himself. You grin. "Yeah. It's comforting."

"I've watched enough movies to know that this is what people in relationships do." He says, you look up at him and his eyes are shut. He looks content, and then he opens his eyes and moves his gaze onto you. Feeling nervous, you cuddle yourself closer to him, avoiding eye contact. Something like this happening definitely didn't cross your mind for what his plan was.

Your whole body relaxes at his touch. He slowly, but gently, moves his hand down to stroke your back. He keeps his gaze on you, a simper that never seems to fade. His tender demeanour puts your mind at ease as you place a hand on his chest. "You're so warm," You mumble, inching closer. "That's a good thing, right?" He says, and you nod "Mhm."

You calmly place your hand against his cheek, stroking his face. This time you make eye contact with him, and all he can do is stare at you lovingly. He's clearly enjoying this time spent with you, as it's not very often (if at all) that this happens. You reach up to him and give him a peck on the cheek, moving your hand back down to his chest. He turns over to face you, pulling you in so your head is underneath his chin, breathing in his faint smell of cologne. He cautiously rubs the bottom of your back as you both drift off into a deep sleep together.

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[graceloveswolves]

Dating Castiel Would Include….

- lot of hugs.

- him asking you a lot of questions about being human and general human stuff around him

- he is always asking if there’s something he can do for you

- popping in and out with gifts like flowers or some random grocery store item

- he asks if you like it and that he thought you would like it

- he would blip you to Paris or any other fancy place you want to see

- one time you guys were watching twilight and he blipped you guys into the meadow that Edward and Bella laid in

- he would make grocery runs

- and threaten the clerk if he couldn’t find you favorite dessert

- especially if you were mad at him at the time and he was trying to make things right

- asking dean a lot about you

- and relationships, he’s new to it all

- him giving you his trench coat a lot

- even if you refuse it he’ll slide it on a chair in your room or somewhere else where you would find it

- he’s extremely loyal, like 1000%

- him secretly always having his wing around your shoulder

- him laying down with you while you sleep thinking of ways to make your day good once you wake up

- he hates fights, and would rather die then have you hate him

- he would do anything, and I mean anything, to make you not mad at him if you were

- always ratting out Dean and Sam to you no matter what their plans were

- him openly saying he cares more about you

- always putting you first when it comes to safety

- blipping you your favorite meals

- doing anything with you if it meant he got to see you

- even going clothes shopping

- getting him to play mundane games like mini golf, or carnivals

- which is totally hilarious

- him teaching you enochian

- him telling you stories of his past and fact checking you

- him always being able to tell when your upset and encouraging you to tell him what was wrong

- such a comfort to be around

- him listening to you more then Sam and Dean

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This was requested via DMs and this is in honor of Misha’s Birthday!!! Thank you so much for the requests and I’m sorry I’m taking forever but with school starting again I got a lot on my plate at the moment. Thank you all and happy birthday Misha!

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[pearlzier]

! supernatural masterlist ,,

⠀ 🦝 — fluff ,, 🐼 — smut ,, 🐻‍❄️ — angst

☆ 01 ( dean winchester —

🦝/🐼 ┆.ᐟ ᰍ ︵ dean x bimbo!reader ۫ . ( lil suggestive )

☆ 02 ( sam winchester —

nothing yet . . .

☆ 03 ( castiel —

nothing yet . . .

☆ 04 ( crowley —

nothing yet . . .

☆ 05 ( charlie bradbury —

nothing yet . . .

jus' ask to be on the taglist <3

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[marvelmymarvel]

Forced Confession

Guardian!Gabriel x Reader

Synopsis: Cas let Dean in on a little theory about who the trickster was, and the only way to test it was by putting you in danger.

The room was cold but the way he looked at you felt warm. Sam and Dean continued interrogating the trickster, but something felt off. Dean noticed the looks he was throwing your way and decided to test out the theory Cas told him before coming here. Turning, he grabbed your wrist before yanking you towards him. "Dean-" your words fell silent in your throat as Dean's switchblade pressed against your neck. Your eyes widened in fear, hands going to his wrist to try and pull him off of you.

The trickster's eyes widened and he started to step toward you both. "I wouldn't come closer if I was you. I'll slit her pretty little throat before you move an inch."

"Sam!" You screamed out, hand flying towards the younger Winchester, hoping he'd help. But he just stood there. "Now listen here you prick. I don't know why she's important to you but I don't care. Tell us who you are or she's dead"

"Dean please why are you doing this" you cried out, your fingernails raking deep welts into his skin as you tried to squirm away. The trickster didn't budge, but Dean saw the way his eye twitched at the sight of you. But it wasn't enough.

Dean made a note to apologize to you later before pressing the blade harder against your throat. You cried out in pain as it lightly cut into your skin, droplets of blood hitting the surface of the cold sharp metal. "TELL US WHO YOU ARE!"

"DEAN PLEASE" your choked cry and flailing body is what caused the man before you to snap.

"GABRIEL!"

You let out a breath as Dean lifted the knife off of your throat. "They call me Gabriel" you flew over to Sam, crashing into him and pushing yourself deeply into his side. Gabriel's eyes were trained on you, concern oozed from him. "And you're Y/N's guardian angel... The archangel Gabriel"

You almost missed Dean's statement, what with all the adrenaline and fear pumping through your veins. But once the words registered in your brain did you understand why Dean did what he did, and you promised to give him hell once you were on your way to the next motel.

"Yes. Man... Castiel cannot keep a secret can he..." Gabriel muttered, his eyes shifting back to Dean. His concern and worry soon being replaced with anger. "How dare you threaten her to get information out of me. Aren't you her friend?!"

"Oh I am. But we needed to know who the hell you were-"

"Couldn't you have told her beforehand!? Honestly, do you even know the amount of FEAR that ran through her? Could you FEEL IT? NO! No, you couldn't have because you aren't constantly tapped into her entire soul. I know her, have known her for her entire life and you dare threaten her well-being to get my name?!" Gabriel's anger grew and grew the more he went on. You looked over to Dean who, you could tell, was growing a tad embarrassed for using you like bait.

A hand touched your bicep, making you jump despite being glued to Sam's side. Cas stood beside you, trying to pull you away from what was happening. "Get her out of here Cas" Dean muttered. You opened your mouth to interject but Cas had zapped you away before you got the chance. You landed softly on edge of the bed in the motel room, sighing in exasperation as you rubbed your tired eyes.

"If I would have known Dean would have done this I wouldn't have told him my theory" Cas stated sheepishly. His hand rose to your throat and you watched him icily, not quite sure how to feel about all that just happened. Cas didn't press and instead laid his fingers against the cut itself. A bright light emitted from below his fingertips and warmth spread across your skin. You hissed slightly at the sting, never liking how it felt to be healed.

"Am I safe without him by me?" You whispered out into the room, fear now consuming you once more as you thought about all the things that could happen. "You have me I suppose-"

"You barely answer our prayers to being with Castiel...."

His eyes trailed down to where his fingers lay still on your neck, "Guardians don't physically have to be with you. They can save no matter where they are-"

"Then why did he seem scared? He didn't want to walk forward because Dean was threatening to slice my throat open but if what you say is true he didn't have to"

Cas sighed, he was regretting ever telling Dean about this in the first place. While Cas wasn't "tapped into your soul" like Gabriel was, he still could feel the anxiety rolling off of you like violent waves. "Gabriel's always been... On edge with you. He doesn't think things through sometimes but he'd do anything to keep you safe. I guess that's why he froze and didn't take a chance with plans B or C."

"What would those plans be?" You asked, both equally intrigued and frightened by this power. "You don't want to know. Trust me" you nodded at his words, accepting them as fact and moving on to the next topic. "Cas. Can you I ask you something?" Cas nodded silently up at you, hoping and praying that what you were going to ask wasn't going to be too complex.

"Is it bad to be attracted to your guardian angel?"

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[sibsteria]

The French Mish-take

Prompts: ''I missed you so much.''

Summary: Castiel is thrown into our reality, albeit a separate vessel from Misha, trying to lay low is hard when you look exactly like the actor 'playing you'.

Character: Misha Collins x fem!reader, Castiel x fem!reader

Warnings: Fluff, fem!Reader

a/n I’ve had this in my drafts for months omg

As his body hit the floor, Castiel groaned at the disturbance.

He pulled himself to his feet and scanned his surroundings.

A sea of metal trailers blocked his vision, the sound of walkie-talkies crackled his hearing. His eyes settled on an extremely calm version of Rowena a few feet away from him. Using his intellect he realised the situation he was in.

He had heard about this place from Sam and Dean, though he hadn't expected to see it for himself. What he didn't know was why he could see his actor self, why wasn't he sharing a vessel with him?

The Winchesters had told him that angel grace didn't work in this world, so why could he still feel his running?

He mustered up some courage to produce an invisibility cloaking and then walked from his current spot into the open.

He walked up to the first person he could find and subtly waved a hand in front of their face. When they didn't produce a reaction, he was sure it worked.

His actor self- Misha, couldn’t be found, he’d disappeared.

He spent an hour getting familiar with his surroundings, bumping into a few familiar faces along the way, to say it was strange to see so many threats so docile? Well, it was an understatement.

An alarm bell rung, a small flood of recognisable people walked out of two large steel doors.

Sam...Dean...and his twin. A familiar head of hair from a separate sound stage comes running to the trio, greeted with high fives and hugs.

He quirked his eyebrows at this, they displayed such closeness in this reality.

A mutter of goodbyes to the on screen brothers sent Y/n and Misha another direction, a trailer not so far from the studio doors.

His interest got the best of him, so Cas followed them, entering the trailer with them.

A quick look around and he could tell this was Y/n's, it was tidy and slightly more feminine. (Although it wouldn't have been too far of a stretch to assume it was Misha's).

Misha collapsed on top of Y/n, a giggle followed by a groan left Y/n's mouth.

''I missed you.'' He muffled a whine into her neck.

“I was only gone for an hour, Mish.”

“Too long.” He lay between her legs, cuddling into her.

She let out a breath, “Too long.”

Misha peeked his head up from her neck, laying a soft kiss on Y/n’s lips.

Cas felt something twinge inside him, something tingle.

“You know they’re gonna find out.” An amused statement from Y/n.

“I know, I don’t mind it, but I’m gonna savour this privacy whilst I can.” Misha raises his voice a little as he moves from his position, pulling Y/n into his lap. She giggles, letting out a small yelp.

Castiel turns away, it’s a little hard to watch, he doesn’t really know why.

“Fuck, Misha-“

Cas’ ears twitch, he turns sharply, tripping over something in the trailer- he falls through the window.

A bright flash.

He hits the ground again.

This is getting old.

He wakes up, Y/n is hovering over him, his Y/n. Well, she’s not his, she’s-

“Cas!” She hugs him tight.

He pauses a moment before hugging her back.

“You just disappeared, are you okay?” She moves his stray hairs from his face, fussing over him.

All Cas can do is look into her worrisome eyes.

“I…”

She’s looking down at him, lips pouted, eyebrows furrowed.

I’m a rush of understanding and courage, Cas launches up, capturing her lips.

Y/n let’s her hands cup his slightly grazed cheeks.

“That’s new, huh?” Y/n smiles down at him after pulling away.

(Back in our world)

“That’s new, huh?”

“Cut!”

She stayed put, kneeling over Misha.

“That wasn’t awful, you two.”

She kissed him again, letting the rough passion bounce off each other.

“Uhm- guys?”

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

Protector of the vessel; Castiel x child reader

*Author’s note*

okay well this was a request LOOOOOOOOONNNNNGGGGGG in the making, it took some time but I finally came up with the plot to fit this request so @gabrielsilva1510 I hope you enjoy this request.

Warnings: canon violence. Dean’s ALIVE (they did him sooo wrong in the end of the series so that canon I’m electing to ignore), death, some descriptive scenes/actions of violence, some fluff and angst.

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things​

@waddles03​

@psychosupernatural​

@ixchel-9275​

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels​

@queen-paladin​

@byersboys​

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*Hawkins, Indiana*

It was nightfall over Forest Hill’s trailer park, a young girl around 10-11 years old was currently watching some Netflix on her laptop. She was already in her pjs and currently snacking on some chocolate bars.

“I should stop but truthfully I don’t give a shit. Sugar doesn’t really give you nightmares.” She said as she continued eating her candy all the while watching the documentary she had found about Skinwalker Ranch. But as she sat there watching her documentary, the lights in her trailer began to flicker on an off.

She looked around with a perplexed look on her face.  She shrugged it off knowing that being in a trailer, the wiring was always faulty at times.  However when they did it again, this time more frantic and continuously she got worried.  She paused her show and set her computer down on the table when she was met with a sudden brush of cold air.

“Jesus Christ!” she hissed.  “What the hell uncle Wayne, I know you paid the electric bill and all that.” She got up and went over to the thermostat only to see that it was still at the stable 73 degrees for the summer heat.  “What the……” POP!! A lightbulb from a nearby lamp out of nowhere just exploded.  Soon enough all the lights in the trailer began to explode but what scared her the most was that the door began rattling and shaking.

Even with it locked up, the loud and rapid banging almost made it seem like the door was about to come straight off its hinges. Terrified, she ran to her room, shut her door and crawled under her bed and curled up into a tight ball.  She covered her ears and shut her eyes as tightly as she could as it felt like the entire trailer was shaking like an earthquake. Could other people feel it too? Was it an earthquake? But why was it so cold?

But then as quickly as the shaking and lights exploding happened, it stopped and the young girl was just surrounded in complete darkness. She spoke not a word and tried to keep her breathing under control, but her heart however rang as loud as a horn. She frantically tried to search through the darkness to see if there was anyone or anything out there.

Suddenly she let out a scream as she felt herself being dragged by her feet.

At the bunker in Lebanon, Kansas; Sam was currently on his computer seeing if there was a case for them to take.  Dean walked in with a plate of pancakes and bacon and a cup of coffee as he said.

“Burning the midnight oil again Sammy?”

“Well ever since beating Chuck I figured at least we should look out and see if there is any cases out there that could make us have at least an easy win.”

“Right? I don’t know about you but I would like at least one case that won’t lead to an apocalypse.”

“Hey, hey check this out.” Sam said as he pulled up a sudden news article.  “11 year old (Y/n) Munson kidnapped from her trailer home in Hawkins, Indiana.”

“How long ago was this?” Dean asked leaning over his little brother’s shoulder.

“Last night.”

“Jesus. It’s one thing when we get cases that involve idiot young adults or hormonal teens but kids…..I’ll happily knick the kidnapper right where the sun don’t shine.”

“Hang on Dean listen to this. According to reports from her uncle Wayne Munson, there was no sign of forced entry nor signs of a struggle.”

“Doesn’t sound like a human kidnapping. You think a creature took her?”

“Only one way to find out.”

“Right, let’s go then.”  The boys made the drive from Lebanon to Hawkins and soon arrived at the Forest Hill’s trailer park where police tapes and a couple of police vehicles were still on the scene.  Dean slowed the car down as an officer came up and asked them.

“Excuse me gentlemen you can’t be here.”

“It’s okay we’re here on official business. My name’s Agent Hetfield, and this is my partner Agent Hammett FBI.” Dean said as both he and Sam held out their FBI badges.

“Jesus Christ how many FBI Agents are on this case?” the officer muttered.

“What do you mean?” asked Sam.

“I would’ve thought the agency would’ve told you both that they already sent one of your other agents on the case. Agent…..Beyonce?” Sam and Dean looked at each other.

“Yes, yes we know who that is. He called us in for some extra help. He’s been out in the field for a couple years now and when it comes to kid cases he uhh—gets rather emotional.” Dean said.

“I here yah. I’ve got 3 of my own at home and this is probably the most puzzling case I’ve ever seen. The trailer you’ll want is down the road, 8th one to the right.”

“Thank you officer.” Sam thanked as Dean shifted Baby into drive and slowly drove forward.  “Why’s Cas taking this case?”

“And more importantly why didn’t he call us?” Dean demanded.  “And more importantly why is he still using Agent Beyonce? Everyone knows who she is, they’ll easily call him out on it.”

“It’s Cas Dean. But let’s get with him and find out what he knows.” As Dean pulled up to the trailer in question, he saw more police vehicles as well as the trailer taped off with officers and that’s when they saw Cas talking with an older gentleman that almost in a way reminded them of their grandfather Samuel.  The brothers got out of the car and Sam called out to Cas.

“Agent Beyonce.” Cas and the older man turned and Cas greeted them.

“Agents, glad you could make it. This is Wayne Munson, he’s our kidnapped victim’s uncle.” Cas introduced the brothers to (Y/n)’s uncle.

“Mr. Munson, could you tell us exactly what happened the night your niece went missing?” Sam asked as he pulled out a pen and notepad.

“As I told your colleague here, I work nights at the plant so I wasn’t home when she—” Wayne trailed off as he took another drag of his cigarette.  “I knew I should’ve asked one of the neighbors to check in on her, but that girl’s always been stubborn. Not that I blame her, she had to grow up too fast.”

“Okay so when you got back from work, did you happen to uhh smell anything?” Dean asked.

“This is a trailer park son, there are plenty of bad smells here.” Wayne sneered.

“What my partner means to say is was there anything out of ordinary in your trailer?” Same reiterated.

“Like what?” asked Wayne.

“Things like—rotten eggs smell? Cold spots? Possibly black goo?”

“No there was—there was nothing. Just an empty trailer. But uhh….”

“But what?” asked Sam.  Wayne reached into his pocket and pulled out a guitar shaped locket.

“This was her locket. She never goes anywhere without it on.” Wayne handed the locket over to Sam who observed it and opened it up to reveal a picture of her as well as an older man.

He was about 10 years or so older than her with wild long brown hair.  He wore a Metallica t-shirt, a black leather jacket along with a denim vest.  Rings decorated his fingers as well as a couple of metal bracelets.  Two of them making a devil face at the camera their hands on top of their heads making the horns and sticking their tongues out.

“Who’s the boy next to her?” asked Sam.

“Her brother, my nephew, Eddie.” The brothers and Cas looked at each other and Cas asked him.

“Mr. Munson, this may be difficult to ask but, do—”

“If you’re going to ask me if Eddie had anything to do with this kidnapping then I’ll kindly tell you agents to shove it up your ass.” Wayne snapped defensively.

“We’re not putting any stereotypes here, but we do need to look at every angle. Like where is Eddie now?”

“Hell if I know. The boy disappeared 5 years ago tomorrow.”

“Five years? Didn’t you make a missing person’s report?” Dean asked.

“You don’t think I did? I went to everyone, the cops, the media, anyone who would try to hear me out. But small religious town like this, people always deemed Eddie a freak ever since I gained custody of him and his sister after their parents were put away.” Wayne sat back down on the picnic table. “My nephew may look mean and scary, and yeah I always got into fights with him about his drug dealings but he loved his sister. Practically raised her himself, he’d never just up and leave her like that. But the police only saw his criminal record both from here and San Francisco as well as how he physically looked like, so they just wrote him off and went onto more important cases.”

The brothers and Cas looked at each other sympathetically for the man’s loss.

“We’ll find her Mr. Munson.” Cas said placing a comforting hand on the older man’s shoulder.

“That’s what they all say.” Wayne took one last drag of his cigarette, threw it onto the gravel and smeared it down before walking off solemnly.

“Okay so we’ve got a missing 11 year old girl, and her brother both five years apart from each other.”

“That’s the thing Sammy, sure we’ve seen patterns of kidnappings but never really within the same family. Cas did you get a chance to look at the trailer yet?” Dean asked.

“Yes. I looked around and just like Wayne said, there was no signs of a struggle, nothing was missing or taken, no blood, claw marks. However when I checked for EMF, the scale was off the charts.”

“So what we’re looking at a ghost kidnapping?” asked Dean.

“I think we need to do a further digging into this town, maybe even into her brother’s disappearance. See if coroner had any records of his death. Can’t rule out anything just yet.” Sam said.

“Alright Sammy you go down to the library see what you can dig up about this town, Cas you and me are going down to the coroner’s.”  They all walked back to Baby and Dean drove them off to their chosen destinations.

Meanwhile in what looked like an underground warehouse, the officer that first greeted Sam and Dean at the trailer park walked through the long hallway until he came to a room and he said.

“We’ve got a problem.”

“What’s going on?” said a dark skinned man.

“The Winchesters and that Angel of theirs are poking around trying to find the kid.” The officer said.

“Let them try.” Another voice spoke up.  Coming in from the shadows was a young, handsome man with short blonde hair and deep blue eyes that sent both a hypnotic sense of pleasure as well as fear.  “By the time they even figure it out, it’ll be too late. Tomorrow night will be the rise of our new Mother Eve, and with this new host she will not fail.”

“I’ll say. I put the kid down under my spell and every few hours she keeps waking up.” Said the dark skinned man as he revealed his ruin tattoos, revealing himself to be a Djinn.

“We just need her to be weak enough for her soul to be extinguished and for Eve’s soul to take over her body.” The young blonde haired man said.

“But what about the girl’s uncle? This isn’t like when you did away with her brother, plus kids get more media attention than adults.” The officer said.

“Leave that to me. For now keep up the rouse as your current body shifter. And don’t even think about changing bodies. The Winchesters and that angel of theirs are no fools. If our plan is to go accordingly, we must stick to the plan carefully. No swift changes, no sudden drawbacks, and absolutely no delays. Is that understood?”

“Just because you’re the new alpha Vampire doesn’t mean you can order our kind around.” Sneered the Djinn.

“We’ve been here long before your kind were born, and we’ll be here long after.” Snapped the Shapeshifter.

“And yet it was I that found the way to resurrect our Mother’s soul and none of you.” The vampire sneered arrogantly.  “You have your jobs, keep to them. And don’t give the Winchesters or that angel a glimpse into our plan.” As the vampire walked off, the Djinn and the Shapeshifter looked at each other with narrowed eyes but agreed and went back to their duties.

At their hotel Sam was checking through the articles he had printed from the library as well as some further internet diving into the Hawkins archive that he hacked into.  Dean and Cas walked in and Sam asked them.

“How’d it go with the coroners?”

“Total bust. Coroner said even if Eddie Munson did die, he’s someone else’s problem. These small towns I tell you what it’s like their stuck in the medieval times or something.”

“The Medieval times was more masochistic and unhygienic.” Cas stated as a matter of fact.

“Serious Cas, all this time and you still can’t pick up my sarcasm.” Dean looked at the angel perplexed.  “What about you Sammy, any luck?”

“Nothing about any strange disappearances or anything supernaturally related. I mean this-this just doesn’t make any sense.” Sam said.

“We’ve had cases like that before, remember the Baba Yaga case? When it first happened we didn’t know what we were dealing with until just a few years ago.”

“I know but Dean think about it. An 11 year old girl goes missing from her trailer home. Five years earlier her brother goes missing as well. I mean could this be more familial? Because the only family that’s been effected by all this is the Munson’s.”

“What you think Wayne’s withholding something from us?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time right? All I’m saying is this doesn’t fit a ghostly MO.” As the brothers continued to talk, Cas felt this pull on his heart and he could hear the sounds of a girl crying.  He walked towards the window and just stared outside with a slight tilt of his head.

“Cas? Cas? Cas!” he felt Dean’s hand shake his shoulder snapping him out of his daze.

“Sorry I uhh—thought I heard something.”

“Angel radio?” asked Sam.

“I don’t know. I…..” suddenly a flash of light surrounded Castiel and the next thing the brothers knew, he was gone.

“Cas?” Sam called out.

“Cas!?” Dean exclaimed.

“Dude what the hell…we didn’t do an angel sigil to send him away.”

“I know Sammy. CAS!! CASS!!”

Cas looked around and found himself in a wide field with a mountain range and a huge lake sitting in front of him.

“Hello Castiel.” A young voice said behind him.  Cas turned around to see the soft smiling of Jack Kline.

“Jack.” He said as he walked up to his adopted son and the two of them hugged each other.  “It was you that called me here, wasn’t it?”

“Yes. I needed to talk to you about the case you’re working on with Sam and Dean.”

“You know where she is?”

“That’s not all I know. And I’m afraid you’re not going to like it.” Cas looked at Jack puzzled as Jack began to explain to Castiel about the new rise of a new ‘Eve’ and how they were going to use (Y/n) Munson as her future host.

“So…..what do you want us to do? Kill her?”

“No. No, no, no, no, no. I want you to protect her.” Cas’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“Jack…..”

“You once protected me, now I want you to protect her.”

“Jack I—I don’t know how Sam and Dean will take this news.”

“I know, especially Dean will not like it, but if anyone can do it it’s you Cas.” Jack walked up and placed a comforting hand on the angel’s shoulder.  “You, Sam and Dean are (Y/n)’s only hope. Because even if she is saved, she’ll still be hunted. And you know as well as I do that no one but you guys can give her the protection she needs.”

“Alright.”

“Oh and one last thing,” Jack took Castiel’s hand and using his newly God powers he transferred to Cas a stream of golden light.  Jack’s eyes glowed a mixture of white and gold as he transferred the stream of light into Cas before slowly dimming and the last speck of golden hue entered into Cas’s palm.  “You’ll know when to use that and who to use it on. Now go, you don’t have much time.”

Next thing Cas knew, he was back in the motel room with Sam and Dean.

“Cas! Man what the hell was that!?” Dean snapped.

“It was Jack.”

“Jack? As in our Jack?” questioned Sam.

“Yes. He told me where (Y/n) was and who has her.”

“Well don’t leave us in the dark Cas, where is she?” but before Cas could say anything, Dean’s cellphone rang and he growled softly as he picked it up and said. “Yeah?” he went silent for a bit, “Dr. Hughes, didn’t expect you to call us so soon.” Sam looked to Cas and he told him.

“The Coroner.” Sam nodded in understandment but both men grew concerned as they saw Dean’s face grow grim and solemn. “Right, yeah. Okay we’ll be right over. Yes thank you, see you in a few bye.” He hung up and turned to them.  “They found Wayne’s body in the woods by the trailer.” Sam and Cas sighed grimly before they all agreed to go to the morgue’s to see what Dr. Hughes had to say about the cause of Wayne’s death.

When they got there, Hughes guided them to the back and removed the white sheet to reveal the corpse of one Wayne Munson.  His neck completely ripped apart and stained with blood. His neck had been ripped apart so badly, there was a faint glimpse of veins being visible.

“As you can see, his neck had been torn apart to the brim. If I’m honest, I’d say it’d have to be some rabid dog or something. Now I’ve seen animal attacks before, my wife being the Hawkins vet but never have I seen something like this even if the animal was rabid.” He explained to them. “And unfortunately due to how his eyes are still open, I’d say poor Wayne was still alive while—whatever did this to him, ripped him apart.”

“Any missing organs or anything?” asked Dean.

“No. Everything was still intact, all except for his neck. Now I may not have liked his nephew but Wayne was a good man. He didn’t deserve this. And if (Y/n) is ever found, there’s no one left to take care of her now.” Dr. Hughes said as he closed Wayne’s eyes in respect and pulled the sheet back over him.

“Thanks for calling us Doc, we appreciate it.” Sam said as Hughes left the room to give the brothers and the angel a moment alone with Wayne.

“Alright so no missing heart so we can rule out werewolf. The only thing I can say for certain is Vampire but I’ve……”

“Never seen a vamp go this far. I” Dean finished for his little brother.  “I swear if there weren’t for the heart being there, I’d say it was a werewolf.”

“Think it could be someone recently turned?” asked Sam.

“Even new born vamps don’t go that hard. Either this vamp was starving or got an enhancement from somewhere.”

“But what I don’t get is why strike in the day time? No vampire would be smart enough to do that.”

“They must be desperate in hurrying the process.” Cas said.

“What are you talking about Cas?” asked Sam.

“It has to do with the reason why (Y/n) was kidnapped.” Cas then began to explain to them what Jack had told him.  The brothers listened intently and carefully to every word Castiel had to say, once he was done both brothers had a look of shock and anger.

“Son of a bitch!” snapped Dean.

“They’ve found a way to resurrect Eve. How-how is that possible?”

“At this point Sam when God managed to bring back every bad son of a bitch when he ripped open the doorway to hell, nothing surprises me now. But what I wanna ask is that Jack just expects us to—babysit afterwards?”

“She needs us Dean. Even if we do save her, they’ll still be after her.”

“He’s right Dean. Plus…..according to the family records, there’s no one else who can take care of (Y/n). Wayne was the only living relative who was capable of taking full guardianship over both her and her brother at the time. Everyone else is either dead or incarcerated.” Sam explained. Dean grumbled softly then said.

“Alright fine. But if we don’t save her in time, and Eve is truly back. We—we can’t take the chance. I mean it guys.”

“Understood.” Sam said.

“I understand, but we will save her.”

“Don’t get your hopes too high Cas. Now you said Jack knew where she was, right? Take us there.” Cas walked up to the brothers and gripped their shoulders and soon they disappeared from the motel room and ended up at the old mining field.

“There’s…..there’s something wrong.” Cas said.

“What is it?” asked Dean.

“Angel warding. They must’ve known we were coming.”

“But we haven’t even seen any monsters around Hawkins, how could they know we’re here?”

“Unless……” Dean looked at his brother.  “While I was researching the town’s history, I did come across a report of a police officer’s funeral. The name was completely different but when I saw the picture of the officer—Dean it was the same officer that we first met when we arrived at the trailer park.”

“But he wasn’t a ghost, so that could only mean…..”

“Shapeshifter.” They all said.

“Alright then. Who knows what else we’re dealing with in there so I say just take the basics. Anything you can carry on your person or hand. Cas you stay here, we’ll find the warding and take it down.” Dean said as he took out more weapons from Baby’s trunk as did Sam.  Dean shut the trunk then he and Sam hurried off to the building while Cas waited outside but also kept watch in case anything was hiding out in the forest that surrounded the area.

And a good thing too because Cas could immediately sense that something was watching him.  There was a bit of rustling from the fallen leaves on the ground and the snap of a twig a second later.  Cas quickly summoned out his angel blade and scanned the woods rapidly trying to pick up on any other sound that came from the woods.

Suddenly a flash of a blurred figure and soon Cas found himself on his back in the dirt.  The sound of snarling and growling above him as he struggled with the figure that stood above him.  Cas raised his leg and pressed his foot against the person’s gut before flipping him off of his body.  Cas rolled over to get back up on his feet as well as to get a better look at the person that had attacked him.

He wore tattered clothes, ripped up black jeans, rings decorated his fingers and he had wild, almost untamable dark hair.  His eyes were sunken in and filled with a lustful hunger, Vampire fangs bared at him as the young man charged at Castiel again.  Like a wild animal, he snapped and tried to bite Castiel but the angel held firm until he tossed the vampire aside, making him skip and roll across the ground, but it still didn’t deter him.

That’s when Cas’s hand suddenly began to glow with the same glowing aura that Jack gave him.

‘You’ll know when to use that and who to use it on.’ Jack’s voice rang through his head.  In his distraction, Castiel ended up on his back again, his hands pinned but he could see from the glow of his hand, the face of the Vampire that had him pinned down and he was surprised to see just who it was.

It was (Y/n)’s brother Eddie.  His face already stained with dry blood but his hunger consumed him with a lustful desire for more blood.  Eddie struggled to try and get closer to Castiel’s throat and drain every ounce of blood in his body.

Castiel however managed to get his hand free and placed it right on top of Eddie’s forehead and the young vampire let out a painful scream before collapsing on the ground.  Eddie remained still for a moment as Cas got up and softly called out.

“Eddie? Eddie Munson?” Eddie let out a soft groan as Cas reached out and gently touched the young man’s shoulder.  Eddie shot up and backed away breathing heavily and looking around frantically.

“What the f-what happened? Where am I?

“It’s going to be alright, Eddie.” Castiel assured him.

“Who are you?”

“My name is Castiel. I’m here to help both you and your sister.”

“(Y/n)? She’s….oh god. It—it was me. Wayne he—” Eddie started to panic as he gripped his head tightly and his breathing became erratic. “I-I didn’t mean to. I was—I was so hungry. They…..they tortured me, kept feeding me human after human before locking me away. Never seeing the light of day until they saw use for me! I…….it’s all my fault!”

“No, it wasn’t. It was the ones that turned you. They are responsible for what you’ve become.” Castiel assured him.  Eddie looked up at the angel with pitiful tears.  “Tell me what’s the very last thing you remember?”

“The last thing I remember?” Eddie repeated softly. Castiel nodded.  Eddie kept his eye on the angel before shutting his eyes trying to go through his memories of the last 5 years.  “(Y/n). She…..she had just won the Hawkins Spelling Bee. I……I went out to get her her very first guitar. She-she was always obsessed with wanting to play mine.” Eddie softly chuckled.

Castiel gave a slight smile.  It seemed Jack knew all along that Eddie wasn’t beyond hope.  He gave Cas a chance to save both Munson siblings from the prison they were both in, and he couldn’t have been more proud.

“I was driving back to the restaurant to meet her and Wayne……but then—there was…..there was a girl. On the side of the road. She-she looked to be about (Y/n)’s age. I pulled over asking where her parents were but all she said was she was lost and needed to find her mama. Then……” a flash of blood along the window and a woman with long red hair biting her wrist and force feeding Eddie her blood right there in his van flashed before his eyes.  “I shouldn’t have stopped the van. I should’ve kept driving.”

“Eddie, I know this is difficult for you.”

“Difficult?” Eddie snapped. “Nah man, difficult was me repeating my senior year three times before I became fuckin Dracula. No this-this—this is insane!”

“It is a lot to take in but right now I need you to focus. Your sister needs your help.”

“Wait you—you mean those vampires want to turn my baby sister into one of them?!”

“I’m afraid she’ll be more than just a vampire.” Eddie wanted to ask more questions but Cas continued, “It’s a long story. Right now I need you to tell me, do you know exactly where they’re keeping her?”

“Not exactly. I was kept in a room chained up until tall, pale and blonde said it was time for me to go. But—I could hear her heartbeat.”

“Her heartbeat?”

“Yes. Must be some sort of vampire sense or whatever but the thing is, I could hear it. And there was also—chanting.”

“What language was it?”

“How should I know man, it sounded like something out of Tolkien.”

“Celtic.”

“Maybe, I don’t know.” Castiel turned and finally felt the warding that was on the mining fields being severed before he turned to Eddie.

“If you wish to help save your sister, I need you to show me exactly where they kept you. If we find that, we can find her.”

“We better. And if I find out that any one of those monsters harmed a hair on her head,” his fangs came out as he growled, “I’ll pull a fuckin Ozzy on their asses.” Eddie and Cas then walked into the mining entrance.

As Castiel and Eddie walked through the labyrinth maze of the mine fields, Cas began to explain to Eddie on how he and the Winchester brothers became involved with his sister’s case, as well as all the other times they’ve saved the world.

“So you guys have defeated the Devil, multiple demon knights, and God himself?” Eddie asked as they walked onward.

“More or less.” Cas responded.

“And you are an angel of God?”

“Yes.”

“If I wasn’t turned into a vampire and knew about all this shit I would’ve thought you were on one serious acid trip. But I do owe you for saving my ass back there Castiel.”

“It’s not just me you have to thank. Jack, or if you want to call him the new God, he saw that you needed help and he gave me the power to free you.”

“But I’m still a vampire, aren’t I?”

“I’m afraid so. The only way to turn you back is by having you drink the blood of the vampire that turned you. But it would only work if you hadn’t drank human blood.”

“Then I guess I’m stuck like this forever.” Eddie solemnly said as he kicked some dirt on the ground.

“I’m sorry Eddie. If there were another way, I’d try to find it.”

“I know. At least I can take comfort in one thing, thank Christ I do not sparkle.” The two men chuckled but soon stopped as soon as they heard something coming down one of the tunnels.  The two of them hid themselves within another entrance as Cas gripped his angel blade tightly and Eddie’s fangs came out.

The sound of footsteps came closer and closer as they waited before looking to each other and nodding softly.  As the footsteps as well as two lights from what looked like flashlights came closer, Cas and Eddie attacked but when Cas saw that he was pinning Sam against the wall, Sam exclaimed.

“Easy Cas it’s us!”

“Sam? Dean?”

“Hey Cas, we were wondering when you’d show up. Took your sweet time about it, and I see you had to bring a friend too huh?” Dean shoved Eddie off of him while Cas released Sam who adjusted his shirt collar.  He turned to Eddie and said.

“Wait a minute. You’re—you’re Eddie Munson?! (Y/n)’s brother.”

“Yeah. In the flesh and—well I shouldn’t really say alive? Or do I I’m still so lost with what’s real and what’s fake with Vampire lore.”

“Vamp—they turned you into a vampire?”

“It was more like a trafficking situation but more or less, yeah. And before you guys suggest it, it’s too late to turn me back to normal. Your angel friend here explained it to me.”

“Sorry man.”

“It may be too late for me, but it’s not too late for my sister.”

“We’ve been searching this mine for what feels like hours and all we’ve met were various monsters guarding the place.” Sam said.

“Then it’s a damn good thing your angel friend snapped me out of my hunger-lust. She was kept close to where they kept me prisoner, but before we go any further I must ask you this.” The three men looked to Eddie as he continued, “Will you promise me you’ll watch over her? After this is all over?”

“Eddie what—” Sam started but Eddie interrupted him.

“Do you swear that you’ll watch over her?” he emphasized.

“We swear.” The three hunters said.  Eddie took a deep breath and looked to the right and said.

“We walk down this way for about a mile then take the tunnel to the left.” The three hunters followed close behind Eddie, holding their weapons tight in case they ran into any more monsters.

After fighting off vampires, wraiths, and even a wendigo they came across a room with a steal door.  Castiel raised his hand and with his powers, the doors bursted open and there they found (Y/n).

She lay there on her back unconscious surrounded by a glowing red light that had some sort of transmutation symbol on it.  The shapes of circles and triangles blended into one and various runes written at each corner of the circle’s perimeter along with what appeared to be Latin and three large runes near the very center.

“Shit they’ve already started it.” Dean growled as they ran inside.  Dean tried to run straight to her but he was suddenly thrown back by what appeared to be some kind of shield protecting her.  “Damnit!” Dean groaned as he got back up on his feet.

“If we can’t reach her, how are we supposed to set her free?”

“You can’t.” Eddie growled as his fangs came out.  He recognized that voice anywhere and his instincts were right when out of the darkness came the blonde haired, young Vampire alpha.  “The Winchester brothers and their pet angel. I must say it’s such an honor to finally meet you three in person.” He mocked sarcastically.

“Sorry to say the same can’t be said for you twilight.” Dean sneered.  The corner of the Alpha vampire’s mouth quirked up at the comeback before his eyes turned towards Eddie.

“And look whose come out of his cage? We’ve been looking for you.”

“Just so you can further scramble my head into your rabid pet till you have use for me?”

“You should be thanking us Eddie. We gave you a purpose, and now you can be reunited with your little sister.”

“Not like this. Everything was fine till you sent that bitch and that poor kid my way. You played with my emotions by sending out the kid first, to which you forced me to drain every ounce of her blood in the end!” Eddie breathed in heavily before he sneered. “You may have made me kill that little girl, but I’ll be damned if you’ll have me stand aside as you take my sister’s life away.”

Three more vampires soon came from behind the Alpha vampire and he said to Eddie.

“Very well then.” The three vampires charged towards Sam, Dean and Cas while Eddie and the Alpha Vamp faced off against the other.  Eddie and the Alpha fought each other with such ferocity, it was almost like seeing two wild animals fight for dominance as tooth and fist were thrown at each other.

With some overpowering and teamwork, Sam, Dean and Cas managed to easily decapitate the other three vampires heads clean off. They then turned their attention towards (Y/n) and ran up towards her and Sam said.

“How do we get pass this transmutation circle to snap her out of it?”

“It might be a risk, but maybe I can reach her with my powers. Push myself through the barrier and awaken her mind.” Cas suggested.

“How big of a risk are we talking about Cas?” Dean asked.

“Quite possibly the combination of this transmutation and angelic grace, could cause the entire mine to collapse and killing perhaps everyone in this mine while also creating an earthquake to hit Hawkins.” The brothers looked at each other before Dean said.

“Well let’s hope that doesn’t happen. We’ll try to help Eddie with Voltori vamp.” Dean said.  As the brothers raced off to try and help Eddie, Cas extended his hand and touched the barrier.  The mixture of the red light and his angel grace were like two opposing magnets trying to fight for dominance over the other.

Castiel pushed and pushed until he could feel the magic from the transmutation circle beginning to decline, but only a smidge.  The force of the magic was starting to weigh him down as he tried to walk through it, he even felt the pull of it trying to reject his very being within the circle, but still Castiel kept pushing on until he finally reached (Y/n)’s unconscious body.

He knelt down beside her and placed his hand over her forehead and tried to reach out to her very soul as he called out to her.

“(Y/n) Munson. You need to fight. I know things may look bleak and hopeless, but there are people who are here to help you. People who need you. You can fight against this darkness. Fight back! Fight!”

Inside of (Y/n)’s mind, her limbs were trapped by Naga tails and standing before her was the silhouette of what appeared to be the spirit of Eve.  Her shadowy presence loamed over the small girl as she taunted her.

“No one can save you now child. Surrender your will to me, and all of this will be over.” Eve’s voice was low and spoke with a menacing yet motherly warmth to her.  She extended her hand and held it over (Y/n)’s face as she let out a low groan, her eyes glowing a pure white.

(Y/n) started to feel her mind growing fuzzy and her vision was starting to go black.  That’s when she heard the voice of Castiel and a bright light soon shined above the two of them.

‘(Y/n) Munson. You need to fight. I know things may look bleak and hopeless, but there are people who are here to help you. People who need you. You can fight against this darkness. Fight back! Fight!’ soon memories of her uncle and brother came flooding her subconscious.  Even though she hadn’t seen her brother in over 5 years, she always kept those memories of him closer to her than any other memory she had.

Eddie playing his guitar for her, the two of them rocking out to music together, spending holidays with their uncle, going to the mall, and him just being there for her.  Soon (Y/n) found the strength to break her right arm free of the naga tail and she reached out, grabbed Eve by the neck and ripped a sliver of her own soul.

Eve let out a painful screech which made the rest of the naga tails release (Y/n) and she ran as fast as she could towards the light. Eve faced her and with a growl before slowly clenching her right hand into a fist and soon figures of various monsters tried to stop (Y/n) from escaping.

But with a fierce determination and will power, (Y/n) ducked, dodged and avoided every shadow monster that tried to come after her. Even if she was knocked down, she quickly got back up and fought as hard as she could and continued to run.  She ran and ran and ran until there was a flash of light.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n)!” Castiel called out to her.  (Y/n)’s eyes shot open and she let out a gasp as she began panting frantically and as she awoke, the light from the transmutation circle died down.  She looked around her surroundings and quickly backed up but Castiel reassured her. “It’s okay, it’s okay. You’re safe now. You’re gonna be alright.” Immediately she recognized his voice.

“You—you were……”

“Yes. I was the one that reached out to you. You’re gonna be alright, we’re here to get you out.”

“We?”

“Hey quick introductions, name’s Dean Winchester this is my little brother Sam and that there is our friend Castiel. We’re monster hunters and we’ve come to rescue you, so come with us if you wanna live.”

“Really? Terminator 2 reference?” (Y/n) sassed.

“At least the kid’s got culture.” Dean said.

“Those cuts on your wrists and neck look bad, can you walk (Y/n)?” Sam asked her.

“I think so.” She slowly got up but felt a dizzy spell come over her.  Castiel quickly steadied her then once she felt like she could walk, the four of them ran out of the mine tunnels but paused as they came over a gruesome scene.

The Alpha vampire lay there dead with his head decapitated but there was also two more bodies that Sam and Dean didn’t see before.  One was the body of the Djinn and the other was the Shapeshifter still using the body of the old dead Deputy sheriff. Both their throats were ripped apart as a pool of blood surrounded each of them.

Standing over them was Eddie, his hands dripping with blood and his mouth stained with it as well.  Heavily but softly panting as soft growls and hisses came out past his lips.

“These fuckers came shortly after you two left. Probably heard Henry’s screams of agony when I ripped his left arm off. Thought they’d stand a chance against me,” he scoffed.  “They maybe an older species, but they’re nothing compared to us.”

“Eddie?” (Y/n) spoke up, recognizing the voice of her long lost brother.  Eddie turned and was both shocked and ashamed to see her.  It had been five years since they’ve seen each other, and all this time she could’ve come to the conclusion that he abandoned her.  

He was still alive after all, though he was now a monster he was still alive.  And all this time he never once came back to her, to their uncle.  He thought that she must hate him after all these years.

“Is-is that really you?”

“Hey sweetheart. I—I know what you’re gonna say. ‘All this time you’ve been alive yah asshole. You didn’t even once think about coming back to Uncle Wayne, to me’. I swear I didn’t abandon you guys I was…..I swear I was on my way home after picking up your surprise from winning the spelling bee when I got mixed up in…..all of this. Turned into a vampire and forced fed human blood or kept locked away like an animal starving. When my sanity was still intact, there wasn’t a day that went by when I didn’t think about you guys. What you were doing? If you missed me or not? If—if you were looking for me? And I……”

Eddie’s speech was stopped when he felt arms wrap around his waist and a small head burying itself into his chest.  He looked down to see it was (Y/n).

“I knew it, I knew you were alive!” Eddie’s eyes brimmed with tears as he wrapped his arms around (Y/n) and held onto her with as much love and desperation as she was holding him.  He rocked her back and forth as he finally took her in after five years.

She had grown taller than he remembered, her hair was shorter and was curled compared to the naturally straight hair she had.  But her baby-like face was still the same after all these years.  The siblings looked at each other and Eddie gently cupped the side of his sister’s face as he choked out.

“You got so big.” The Munson siblings softly laughed. Eddie cupped the back of his little sister’s head and pressed a long and loving kiss to her forehead before pressing his own forehead against hers.

“Uhh hate to break up the long awaited reunion, but figure we escape now and hug later.” Dean piped up quickly.

“Yeah, yeah of course. There’s a short cut down this way, follow me.” Eddie said grasping (Y/n)’s hand and leading the three hunters and his sister out of the mining tunnels.

They left the old mine and Cas used his powers to transport them back to the motel as the brothers began to pack up their stuff and check out of the motel.  Meanwhile the Munson siblings were sitting on the loveseat nearby an old radiator heater catching up with one another.

“Wayne never stopped believing you were alive either. He tried to get the media to put out a story about you, and every year on the anniversary that you left, he’d take a day off work just to track down where you might’ve disappeared to.” She told him.

“The old man always did believe in me.” Eddie said solemnly, his eyes filled with regret remembering what he had done in his bloodlust state.

“(Y/n), I—” Eddie started off but he stopped when his ears picked up on something coming towards them.  He slowly stood up and walked out the door as (Y/n) softly called out to him.

“Eddie? Eddie what is it?”

“Yo Munson, you alright?” Dean called out to him.  Eddie looked up to the sky and lowly hissed.

“Get her out of here.”

“What?” (Y/n) snapped.

“(Y/n) I want you to go with the Winchesters and Castiel and drive as fast as you can.”

“What about you?!” she asked.

“There’s no time to argue. I’m your brother you’ll do what I say!”

“No! I just got you back and I can’t lose you again! Eddie please we can leave together!”

“If I don’t stay behind, they’ll find you. They’re never gonna stop until they get you to become the next Eve.” Eddie cupped his sister’s face before turning towards the three hunters.  “You three remember the promise you gave me, right?”

Sam, Dean and Castiel all looked at each other now knowing what Eddie was talking about.

“We know Eddie. From one big brother to another.” Dean said. Eddie nodded.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no please Eddie! Eddie please don’t go!” (Y/n) pleaded.

“Don’t you ever leave their side. And know that I will always love you my sweetheart.” As (Y/n) cried, Eddie kissed her forehead several times as Castiel came over and pulled her away from her brother. (Y/n) struggled and screamed out Eddie’s name, reaching out for him as she was pulled towards the Impala and the Winchesters quickly got in the car, revved up the engine and drove off as quickly as they could.

The last thing (Y/n) saw was Eddie being surrounded by 5 dragons.

After leaving Hawkins and returning to the Bunker, (Y/n) was getting healed up by Castiel while the events of the past couple of days kept replaying in her head.

“How do you feel now?”

“Physically or emotionally?” she asked.

“I guess either one is fine.” He replied.

“Well thanks to your angelic touch my wounds and head are healed, but—” she paused.  “I can’t ever go back home, can I?” she asked in more of a statement than a question.

“(Y/n)……”

“I don’t want any bullshit! Don’t sugarcoat it, don’t lie to me!” Castiel sighed heavily through his nose and told her.

“No. No you can’t go home. Though we’ve saved you, they’ll still try to hunt you down.”

“And my uncle, he’s dead too, isn’t he? I—I thought I heard them say they’d take care of him. Did they…….”

“I’m afraid so. Just before we saved you.” Her breathing sharpened and she shut my eyes as tightly as she could to try and hold back the tears.

“I’m cursed. Deep down I’ve always felt that way, everyone in my life either abandons me or dies.”

“Your brother didn’t.”

“Yeah right.” She said snarked.

“You don’t know that he’s dead.”

“And how do you know he’s still alive?!”

“Because if he’s anything like you, he’ll do whatever it takes to fight and stay alive. Just like you did when you fought against Eve’s spirit.”

“I wish I was back home with my own family. I wish none of this ever happened.” (Y/n) whimpered softly as she leaned against her new bed.

“Unfortunately once you’ve crossed knowing the supernatural world, there is no going back. All that you can do is try to adapt to what will come. And you won’t be alone. Sam, Dean and I have agreed that you can stay here. We can protect you, help you.”

“Keeping me prisoner here?”

“No, not a prisoner. A guest. We can even teach you what we know so that way you can protect yourself. We may not let you go on cases with us, but at least you’d be able to defend yourself in case anything comes here.”

“I don’t know if I’m ready to consider you guys my adopted family.”

“And we understand that. So—how about just friends?”

“I guess I could make due with a few badass friends. But someone’s gotta tell Dean about his music collection cause it sucks.”

“Uhh excuse me? Kansas is not lame!” they looked up and saw Dean with a kitchen towel over his shoulder.

“But they’re nowhere near the peek that Ozzy Osborne and Black Sabbath are. Not to mention Iron Maiden.”

“Kid if you’re gonna be living in this bunker, I’m gonna have to give you the ground rules on real music. Not that scream metal that your brother has brainwashed you with.”

“It’s not all scream metal! Plus don’t think I didn’t see that AC/DC cassette tape.”

“Hey AC/DC’s good on occasion.”

“That occasion being all the time.” As the two of them began to argue back and forth as they all headed for the kitchen for dinner, outside of the bunker a figure stood just several yard away, hidden within the trees.

His face and clothes burnt and scarred but a warm smile was on his face.  He reached under his shirt and pulled out a similar locket and opened it up to reveal the same picture that (Y/n)’s locket had.  He gripped it tightly and pressed his lips to his fingers breathing heavily while holding back his tears.

“They’ll take care of you now sweetheart.”

He took one last look towards the bunker and walked away tying his black bandana over his head and walked off into the darkness.

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[nixiaus]

instead of us, only i remain.

Pairing: Jack Kline x Gender Neutral!Reader (can be read as platonic or pining best friends)

Genre: Angst, fluff (only in flashbacks)

Warnings: Major character death (Jack is dead in this whole fic), there are a lot of flashbacks, a bit of bitterness towards the Winchesters, also the bold italics sentences are the lyrics, set after Jack's death in S14, but before his resurrection in S15

Summary: After Jack's death by God, Y/N struggles to deal with the memories of Jack that resurface in the bunker.

A/N: Okay, so this is my first Supernatural fic! This is based on the song Winter Falls by Stray Kids, so feel free to listen while you read. My requests are open, just read my rules first, please!

Watching Chuck, God, burn the life out of your best friend had easily become the worst thing that had ever happened to you. Yes, you had been with the Winchesters, friends who were like brothers to you, through multiple apocalypses and tragedies, but watching the sweet boy you'd grown to love die hurt you more than you could've ever realized.

But now you do realize. You realize as you stand in Jack's room filled with memories the two of you shared during his short life. From your place right in the door frame, you can see the books you bought him the first week Sam and Dean brought him home.

I am still standing in the same place reminiscing about our old days.

"Hi, Jack!" You wanted to make a good impression on the kid, not only because he was Lucifer's son and could go rogue at any moment, but also because... so far, he seemed to just be a sweet, albeit confused, person.

"Hello, Y/N. What's in the bag?" Jack asked you, curious because you never seemed to come into his room, rather always catching up with him in the kitchen or library.

"Okay, so, I was at the bookstore and I wanted to bring you back something, and then I realized you've probably never read a book. So, I got you a couple!"

A couple was the understatement of the year. Another reason Jack had even asked you what was in your bag was because he could see your arm shaking with the weight of the filled tote bag. There was, at minimum, 10 books in the bag that you brought to him.

"Thank you, Y/N! You're right, I've never read a book. Which one should I read first?" Jack asked as you laid out all of the books you had purchased onto his desk.

"Well, probably the classics first. These," you gestured towards a stack of about 5 books, "are books most people have read and enjoyed throughout, like, centuries. So these are Little Women, Pride & Prejudice, The Great Gatsby, and a couple others I've never read. Those are what a lot of these newer ones are based off of, generally." 

As you looked around Jack's room you got a sense of emptiness with the lack of personal items he owned, or more importantly, the lack of interaction he generally had with others. With how Jack was literally beaming at you, you could tell how happy you were making him by bringing him these books you enjoyed and thinking about him while you went to the store.

"Thank you, Y/N! I can't wait to read them all!" Jack pulled you into a tight, uncomfortably tight actually, hug and you smiled, hugging him back.

As you pulled away, you made an offer to him.

"Sam and I used to read books together, just in the same room to keep each other company or talk about what we were reading. Do you wanna read with me?"

When Jack nodded enthusiastically, that began the journey of your closest friendship.

When tears started welling up in your eye, with your nose burning, you closed Jack's door as you left the room. Sitting here thinking about the boy that had become your best friend in such a short span of time was something you didn't think you were ready for.

Passing Sam as you rounded the corner into the library, he saw your tears and heard your sniffles. "Y/N... I'm so sorry. I'm here for you, so is Dean, anytime you want." 

Although you were still incredibly angry with both of the Winchesters for attempting to lock Jack in the Malak box, without even telling you, might you mention, you still appreciated the way that Sam was trying to be there for you. 

"Thanks, Sammy. I'm, uh, I just... can't seem to stop, you know? My mind's running a mile a minute, I feel so jumpy, like there's something I should be doing to get him back."

"I get it. Even though the literal God killed him, we've cheated death so many times, it feels like we owe it to him to try. But there's nothing we can do, Y/N, the only person as powerful as Chuck is Amara, and well, Jack." You could tell Sam was trying to console you, make you realize that the anxiety you felt about being idle was useless, but in actuality it was making you feel like shit.

"Right. Well, I'm just gonna sit and watch a movie to keep my mind off things." You said with a heaving sigh. With that, Sam gently smiled at you and kept walking his original route to do Chuck knows what while Jack sat and rotted in the Empty.

As you plopped on the big leather couch, you were reminded of the first time Jack ever watched a movie.

"Y/N, what is "The Hulk?" Jack asked with his eyebrows upturned, the same habit you had gotten used to while hanging out with him as much as you did. 

"He's a superhero from a comic book-turned-movie series. He's this brilliant scientist but he turns into a big green giant with anger issues." You explained to him patiently, as by now, you'd gotten hundreds of questions from the boy about pop culture, music, science, and other things. Although sometimes the Winchesters took the time to explain, you were the one who ultimately showed Jack the answers to his questions.

"Do you wanna watch the movies he's in with me? It's called the Avengers." You asked him, already getting up to find the DVD collection you had of the Marvel series.

"Yes, that would be awesome, Y/N. Thank you."

You two sat a normal distance apart while binging a couple Marvel movies that night, but by the time you were falling asleep, you were lying in his lap, with his fingers gently massaging your scalp. Jack had a touch of gentleness when it came to you, you could see it, hell, everyone could see it.

As your eyes began closing, you had to ask, even with the sleepiness in your voice. "Jack, why do you treat me differently than everyone else?"

Jack looked down at you in his lap and smiled. "Because you treat me differently than everyone else does. You're my best friend, at least that's the conclusion I've come to. I like being around you, your energy always seems to... make me feel warm. Like when it was snowing and you bought me a winter coat. You're kind to me, more than anyone else. You make me feel human."

With a sigh, you got up from the couch and went to lie in your own bed. This was the only place memories of Jack didn't seem to plague you, as Dean yelled at him rather loudly when he tried to enter your room. Something about your "purity" or whatever the hell he wanted to hate Jack for that day.

Looking at your wall clock, you saw the time was 09:14 PM. 

Days shorter, nights longer; Freeze, melt, repeat.

It seemed like each day without Jack lasted a single minute, you saw Sam once, you saw Dean every now and then, you'd remember things you now want to forget, then retreat to your room. The same cycle every. single. day. Then in your room, the passage of time seemed to slow to a standstill, the times when you were alone was when you could let go, and sob your lungs out, remembering a warmth and a care you'd never felt before Jack and never will feel again. 

Jack wasn't your first "best friend," but he certainly changed the definition for you. He seemed to literally feel when your emotions would change, the first time you met him, you were anxious and he immediately smiled at you. Jack was incredibly perceptive, always calming you.

We were holding hands... back then it was a warm winter everything was beautiful.

Winter was always your least favorite season. The snow dampened the sounds of the world, made you cold, and made the world that much harder to bear. You hated being cold, everyone who knew you knew that much.

This was Jack's first winter and he watched the snow trickle down from inside the backseat of the Impala on the way back from a hunt that you, him, Sam, Dean, and Cas had all done together. You two and Cas were all crammed in the backseat, and his head rested on your shoulder.

"You keep shivering, Y/N. Are you cold?" Jack asked, shifting his head to look at the side of your face.

"Yeah. It's really cold in here. I hate the winter because of it." You miserably told him, with your teeth chattering, despite the fact that everyone else seemed perfectly warm in the car.

"I can hold your hand, if you want. I saw in a movie once that it made people warmer." Jack told you from his place on your shoulder. His innocence made you beam so widely, he was honestly a bit surprised and confused at why you were smiling.

Honestly, Jack didn't really seem to understand that was more of a romantic aspect to fiction. But you were already a bit more warmed at the fact he even cared enough to hold your hand, despite the fact he's not really initiated much physical contact with people other than you and Cas.

"Sure, Jack. I'd like that."

"When we get home, we can drink hot chocolate and eat soup. That was in a few of the books you gave me." 

"That'd be great, Jack. Hell, you might just make me like winter if you keep up with this." 

You two held hands for hours on that drive back to Lebanon. By the time Cas woke you up, you noticed you had taken off your coat in your sleep anyway. It seems you were warm enough with Jack.

You didn't think you could keep sewing yourself back together just for the seams to keep coming loose at night. Every night you were weeping into your pillows, Jack's pillows, that you had taken off of his bed. At first, you even slept in his room like you were just waiting for him to come back after a hunt with Cas. 

Cas, who before he left, came to your room and told you that you could always call him or pray to him, and he would be there for you.

Even though he had tears in his own eyes, Cas reached down and wiped yours and looked into your eyes.

"Y/N... you made Jack so happy while he was alive, I could see it, I could see how brightly his soul shone when you made him laugh or showed him a song. He appreciated how loved you made him well, and I appreciated it as well. You know... you can always pray to me, call me, and I will come. Or one day, you can come with me, too. Thank you for making Jack's life bright in the moments it was too dark for me to guide him."

You knew Cas to be a man of few emotional words when you first met. He had grown over the years, becoming more sweet, more caring, more human. And with Jack, he had become something like a father, a bit different than it was with Claire. You knew that you caring about Jack had warmed his heart and made him even fonder of you. 

But he didn't know how much that made you fond of him. 

"Cassie, you know... Jack is, fuck, I mean... Jack was the kindest person I have ever met, with or without his soul. And that is largely due to you, I saw so much of him in you. So much of how you were when we first met and yet, so much of you now. Looking at you, sometimes, all I can see is him," You said, looking down at your hands.

"His curiosity at a world he hadn't yet integrated fully into, at things he didn't understand, but his tenderness at it too. Thank you for everything. I understand why you're leaving, and I wanna tell you, too, that I am one, single, call away. I will always be here for you, so will this bunker. Fuck what anyone says." You finished, finally looking back up at Cas and pulling him into a tight hug, not unlike hugs you'd given each other in the past.

"Goodbye, Y/N."

With Jack's death came another loss you saw coming almost immediately. Cas being gone was something you had dealt with many times with his numerous depatures, but it felt different this time. He wasn't dead, or taken, or on a hunt, or running from something. Cas left for a reason, a reason which you can't refute. 

You can't say you were in disagreement with his leaving, you were thinking of the same. But what would you do? Where would you go? You couldn't leave Sam and Dean, even though they were complete asses to Jack, they'd always taken care of you and you were infinitely grateful. 

But... after all these years, maybe it was time to go. After Jack, you don't think you could stay with them anymore, this was harder than they thought it was. Maybe you could honestly go with Cas, you always seemed to click well.

So you wrote a note.

To Sammy and D... 

I'm sorry to leave without talking to you first. Honestly I think we've probably talked enough for you to get why I'm leaving. Sam, I know you hear me crying at night, I know why you make me chamomile tea every morning.

And Dean, I know you try to make things as normal for me as possible. But the truth is, none of this is normal anymore without Jack. So, I'm leaving, I'm going with Cas. I'll be safe, not reckless, and I'm keeping our angel safe, too, okay? Don't worry about us.

I love you both so much. Thank you for caring about me all these years, thank you for everything. Thank you for bringing Jack to the bunker and giving me the opportunity to meet him. Okay, my wrist hurts, I need to stop writing now.

Goodbye, my brothers. From, your Y/N.

After a few quick tears, you wiped your face and grabbed your friendship bracelet Jack had made you a few weeks before his death and slid it on.

"Cassie? Castiel? I'm packed, I'm ready to go." You prayed to your angel, with your backpack on and a machete in hand.

Cas quickly appeared, another gentle smile on the seraph's face.

"Okay, let's go."

I'm okay now. Yeah, I'll be okay.

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[themadhalewrites]

Can I Touch?

Fandom: Supernatural

Character/s Includes: Castiel and Reader

Word Count: 259

Your brothers always insisted that you would never join the hunting lif, always saying “You deserve a better life, go to college and make a family” but you never really listened to them when they would say that. You went to college like they want you too but you also did monster hunting during school breaks.

Although you hoped they never found out you were so excited to see them when a hunt went wrong.

“Sam, Dean. You’re here” you said before passing out from the head knock you had received.

Coming back to the conscious world you weren’t met by your brothers disapproving looks, instead you were met with a pair of wings.

“Am I still out?” you asked quietly.

“You were meant to be living a normal life Y/N” you heard Dean yell.

Moving off the bed in the dodgy hotel room you tapped the other man in the room’s shoulder.

“Y/N leave Cass alone” Dean said still angry.

“Be nice Dean, she’s your baby sister.” Cass said before turning towards Y/N smiling, “Yes, Y/N?”

“Can I touch them?” you let out shyly.

“Touch what?” Cass asked confused.

“Your wings” you stated as if it was obvious.

“Y/N he hasn’t got wings” Dean said.

Castiel ignored Dean, “Of course you can”

When Sam arrived back he looked from you to Cass to Dean asking secretly what was happening.

“Y/N is combing Cass’ wings. She can see them” Dean said not even looking up.

“Okay, that’s totally normal, I guess” Sam said placing fast food on the table.

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[itsbuckytm]

Love in the Impala / Sam Winchester

summary: Sam and you had always felt a mutual attraction, but the chance to voice your feelings never seemed to arise. Then, one evening, Sam took the initiative, creating an opportunity that could mark the start of a new relationship.

ps: english isn't my first language so i apologize for any grammar errors

xox'

Being with the Winchesters definitely had its perks, but unfortunately, it came with its share of drawbacks too. One unexpected downside was Dean’s immediate interest in you from the moment he laid eyes on you. What Dean failed to grasp was that your attraction was solely directed towards Sam, and Sam only. Something that he too, quickly picked up on. Unlike you, Sam enjoyed every little bit of it.

Sam couldn’t help but notice your irritation whenever Dean would continuously compliment your appearance, his eyes lingering on your figure, especially during those late nights at the club. It wasn’t until one particular evening after a successful hunt, when the three of you, including Castiel, decided to unwind at the local pub near the hotel. The place was packed, signaling the end of the week, and you were undeniably exhausted. But even then, Dean’s persistent attention towards you remained unwavering.

"You know," he purred, flashing the same overconfident grin he'd given you the first time you met. "Still impressive how you've managed to keep up with us. I mean, with a beauty like yourself. Who could resist, right?" He chuckled, taking a sip of his umpteenth beer to 'unwind'. Meanwhile, you simply returned his gaze, offering a silent smile before diverting your attention elsewhere for amusement. And there it was, Sam’s eyes fixed on yours, impossible to ignore.

Sam was fully aware of his actions, deliberately ignoring whoever the unfortunate lady was vying for his attention. His nods were half-hearted, brows furrowed almost in disdain, as he pretended to listen to whatever was being said, eliciting a slight chuckle from you. "Funny, isn't it?" What you failed to realize was how you, too, were ignoring Dean's words entirely. And in response, Sam did the same, sharing in your amusement with a vulnerable chuckle of his own.

Later in the evening, Dean was completely intoxicated, the taste of alcohol lingering on his breath, while Castiel made valiant attempts to keep the conversation going. Amidst this, you noticed Sam mouthing a word – 'Bathroom' – prompting you to excuse yourself before fully comprehending his intent. Sam not only shared your sentiments but also awaited this opportune moment, perhaps to assert to his brother who you truly belonged to: him.

"If you'll excuse me, I have a little situation to attend to," you announced, your voice cutting through Castiel's ear, who simply hummed in acknowledgment as Dean reluctantly lifted his gaze, his lips forming an unmistakable pout. "Won't be long, I promise," you assured, though that turned out to be entirely inaccurate.

Sam waited for you, a drink in hand now emptied, his eyes fixated on your every movement as you approached him. You could feel his unwavering gaze upon you, devoid of shame or guilt, as he realized the power he held to admire you whenever he pleased, without his brother's interference for once. "Did I forget to mention how beautiful you are?" His gaze hardened slightly, brows furrowing from perhaps admiring a bit too intensely. But where was the line when it came to the two of you?

"Not too shabby yourself," you replied in kind, your teeth gently sinking into your bottom lip as you eyed him from head to toe, a familiar sensation stirring in your stomach, reminiscent of the first time you met Sam. It had been a rookie mistake, spilling your favorite coffee on him, but it led to one of those moments where you were fortunate enough to help him clean not just his shirt, but his chest as well – a memory he seemed to relish in reminding you of. "It's a shame we're not at a coffee shop. Who knows where your clumsiness might have taken us."

Your cheeks flushed at his comment, and the moment he noticed, his lips curved into a smirk as he leaned in closer. It was one of the things he loved about you – not only were you nearly the same height as his brother, but just a tad smaller, creating a perfect fit between the two of you. Trying not to sound too obvious, you chuckled softly, but he couldn't resist teasing you, his fingers gently caressing your chin to draw your focus back to him. "Hey hey, back to me, love," he murmured, his voice husky, rendering you almost defenseless against him, already feeling yourself succumbing to his charm.

"You make it impossible not to be distracted by your beauty," you pouted, your attempt at defense crumbling as your gaze involuntarily shifted from his chest to his lips. Sensing an opportunity, Sam's fingers trailed lightly around your waist, wrapping around you before he contemplated fully enveloping you in his embrace. His grip conveyed an unwavering resolve not to let go. "I have an idea," he confessed, sparking your curiosity about what plan he had brewing from the start – undoubtedly one that would leave Dean regretting ever flirting with you in the first place.

Sam's gaze drifted over to Dean and Cas, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he observed the scene before him. With the two of you not far away, he couldn't resist indulging in the sight. "How about," his voice husky once again, his desire palpable as he clenched his jaw, longing for you – a desire that had been brewing since day one. "We have a little fun in the Impala?"

Your nerves caused you to gulp nervously. Had you heard him correctly? "Th-The Impala, but what about—" Before you could finish your sentence, Sam swiftly cupped your face, his attention solely on you as he pressed the bottle neck into his chest. Without giving you a chance to respond, his lips brushed against yours, initiating a kiss that you found impossible to resist. You felt his breath quicken, followed by a playful nip at your bottom lip and a soft laugh as he quirked a brow in confusion. "What?" you chuckled, to which he responded in kind. "It's just... I don't know how long I could resist. If it weren't for being Soulless, not to mention Dean being so clingy around you—"

Without hesitation, you leaned in once more, rising onto your tiptoes to initiate another kiss. "Then," you broke away from the kiss, allowing Sam a moment to catch his breath, though his gaze pleaded for more. It was enough to tease him, your fingers playing with his collar as you spoke softly, "How about you be a gentleman and take me to the Impala?" He understood your implication immediately, wordlessly heading to settle the bar tab, smoothly concocting a story to excuse yourselves to Dean and Cas, citing the need for some fresh air. Fortunately, Sam's convincing manner provided the perfect cover, sparing you from having to hear the charm he employed on his brother.

As the two of you managed to sneak into the Impala, you couldn't help but chuckle as Sam settled you onto his lap. His fingers traced patterns around your waist, causing a slight shift in your hips as you felt the tension building through the fabric of your clothes. Your cheeks flushed with a rosy hue as you tried to stifle any noise. Public make-outs were never your preference, but with Sam, your adventurous side emerged, perhaps as a subtle message to Dean to cease his flirtations.

"God damn, you look even better on top of me," Sam's eyes darkened as he savored every visible inch of your skin, his fingers digging into your flesh as he relished in the sound of your escalating moans. "Sam..." Your voice echoed through his mind, driving him to the brink of madness. But before things could escalate further, a tap on the Impala from outside abruptly interrupted the moment.

"Dipshit!" Dean's voice, surprisingly less intoxicated, pierced through the silence. In contrast, Castiel remained uncomfortably silent, his presence a reminder of the world outside the cocoon of the car. Sam's chuckle prompted you to bury yourself deeper into the crook of his neck, his arm still protectively wrapped around you as he scrambled for an excuse. Yet, his cocky demeanor remained intact – if this was the tactic to finally make his brother understand, then it had to start somewhere.

"Dean, maybe we could... leave the two of them..." Cas attempted to diffuse the tension, but Dean's strong objection was evident as he stormed into the driver's seat, causing both you and Sam to shift closer together in response.

"Really?" Dean's gaze shifted between the two of you, and you couldn't help but anticipate a hint of sadness or even anger from him, considering it was evident that you and Sam had a mutual attraction. However, his response caught you off guard. "In MY Impala? You can bang anyone, Sam, but NEVER in my Impala," he declared, gesturing emphatically.

The two of you couldn't help but laugh in unison. "So, me hooking up with the girl you've been flirting with isn't a problem?" Sam sounded almost offended at this point.

"I mean," Dean paused, swallowing as his gaze met yours. There was a hint of sadness in his eyes that you felt deeply once they locked with yours. But instead of dwelling on it, he smiled. It was clear that seeing his brother happy was of utmost importance to him. "I know you've had a thing for my brother. I mean, who can resist those puppy eyes?" He ruffled Sam's hair, earning a playful pushback from Sam and a smile from you at the small display of affection.

"You're right," you agreed, redirecting your attention fully back to Sam. "How could anyone resist?"

With that, Dean started the Impala's engine, Castiel back in the passenger seat, while you nestled comfortably in Sam's arms, sitting in his lap. The drive was filled with laughter and shared moments, the four of you enjoying each other's company until you arrived back at the Bunker. As Sam spoke, teasingly, "Don’t think you can get away without me testing you, my love," you tried to hide your blush, only for Dean to interject with mock disgust, "Spare the details! For the love of god."

Chuckling together, now alone, you gently caressed Sam's cheek, admiring every detail of him. "I love you," you whispered softly, leaning in to peck his lips.

"I love you too," he replied earnestly, ensuring that you would never forget that night. And indeed, come morning, you would find it a little difficult to walk, as Sam made sure of it.

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[lokischickadee]

Imagine being in a poly relationship with team free will

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[supernaturalfreewill]

You stared at the man in the trench coat. "An angel. You really expect me to believe that?"

He looked perplexed. After all, he had just appeared inside your house right in front of you. How else could you account for that? "...Yes," he said simply.

Your eyes narrowed. "Aren't you guys supposed to be, like, a spinning wheel of eyes and cyclical wings?" You sounded skeptical.

"My true form would burn your eyes in your skull and cause your soul to splinter. This is just a vessel."

You stared at him again for a long moment. "Fuck off," you said. "I'm too pagan for this shit. Get out of my house..." You actually turned your back on him and started to walk away into the next room. Cas was at a loss. This had never quite happened before. This was new...

"Wait—"

You rounded on him again. "You really expect me to believe that you're some sort of heavenly, super-powered being and your Earth disguise is a dude from probably, like, Ohio and a suit and a trench coat? You look like my dad's financial advisor," you said dryly. "Look, whatever this is, I'm not interested, okay? Thanks for teleporting in, but I'll let you find your own way out... I've got a lot of shit to do for the upcoming equinox..."

Okay... Angel or not, Cas was out of his depth. He needed back-up. Sam and Dean. He needed the Winchesters. He pulled out his phone.

You let out a loud laugh. "A cell phone? This just keeps getting better and better..."

Cas pressed the phone to his ear. Please pick up. Please pick up. Pleeeease pick up.

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[stargazedwinchester]

I've realised that I haven't actually written any rules before anyone makes a request/sends me a prompt etc, (they're not really 'rules', it's just the best word for it)

I don't write smut (I may be open to it eventually, but for me it's just really awkward and I make myself cringe)

I usually always write fem!reader, but I do try to make every post gender neutral where I can

Sam is (and always will be) my favourite character to write, so most of my writings will be about him (sorry not sorry) but I am always up for writing for almost everybody else! Just send an ask and we'll sort it from there :)

I love writing songfics, I'm currently trying to write a songfic for every Taylor Swift song (which is all 243 songs) but I am more than happy to write for any song, just send an ask!

Now there isn't much I wouldn't write about, but the ones I will refuse are:

wincest, infact any incest ever, smut and destiel. I will only be writing x reader rather than two characters that already exist.

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[graceloveswolves]

Imagine…. Dean loosing a bet with you and having to do the research for the current case.

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