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jawritter · 1 year

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Carry On

Chapter 8

Summary: It was just a simple hunt, found on a pie festival. It was supposed to be easy. Something they’d all done one hundred and one times a million. No one could have told Y/N, Dean, and Sam that nothing from that point on would ever be the same again.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Word Count: 3717

Warnings: Some arguing, some fluff if you know where to look.

Due to the graphic nature of this fic, and the fact that it will eventually contain Smut. This fic is an 18 + only fic! If you’re under 18 DO NOT read this fic!

A/N: This fic is beta’d by @kazsrm67 Thanks so much love! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! I hope you all enjoy this ride with me!

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“This isn’t gonna end well,” Sam huffed as he shouldered Dean’s duffle bag, and turned to stare at Y/N and Dean as she helped him into his flannel and rolled up the sleeves for him. He’d lost so much weight in the few weeks he’d been in the hospital that his clothes looked baggy on him, and he just looked small overall. But Dean’s mind was made up. He was ready to go home.

The doctor had released him to finish his recovery at home since he was moving around some on his own after his trip to the shower, and Dean informed the doctor that he was originally from Kansas and wanted to recover there instead of staying in Ohio. At first, the doctor was reluctant, but with some convincing; he agreed that if Dean kept moving around on his own some, mainly getting up at least once a day and showering or going to the bathroom, and as long as his pain level stayed basically managed, he’d refer his case over to a friend of his that had an office not far from Lawrance. He could take up Dean’s care from there, as well as sending him to a physical therapy center in Lebanon when it was time to move onto that phase of the recovery.

He did give him strict orders to remain in bed as much as possible; not walking long distances, and absolutely no heavy lifting or strenuous activity whatsoever. If he had to travel long distances, use the wheelchair, if he had to shower, someone needed to be present to help him at all times. Basically, he was bed bound with bathroom privileges.

“Sammy, I appreciate the effort that you and Eileen put into finding me an apartment and all that, I really do. But the doctor said it could take up to a year before I’m back to even being able to walk properly or even think about starting physical therapy. I’m not staying here a fucking year. I wanna go home,” Dean said, his tone leaving little room for argument, but Sam was gonna try anyway, and Y/N was gonna keep her mouth shut as she knelt down in front of Dean to slip his socks on his feet and start to lace up his boots because he refused to wear the pair of flip flops that Sam had brought in. This was not her fight. She was here to help Dean, and if Dean wanted to go home, and the doctor said he could go, then home is where they were going.

Home, that was a word she had never had before, but Dean had made it very clear, the bunker was now her home too, and that he wanted her there with him. It was a strange feeling. As long as Y/N had been an adult, she’d never had a place to call home. Even though she’d only been there once before, she longed for it now. She wanted it. She wanted a home, and she wanted it with Dean, even though she wasn’t about to admit that outloud and scare him away. Nope, not gonna happen.

“You could at least stay there until your back is healed better,” Sam pressed. “This ride is not going to be fun Dean, it’s going to be excruciating.”

“I can lay down in the back seat while Y/N drives Sam. That’s why I told you to put the pillows back there. I’ve been in excruciating pain since I woke up, so whether I’m here or in my Baby going home to my room, I’m going to be in some form of pain, at least this pain will be worth it.”

“This is a fourteen-hour drive Dean, do you really think you can just—”

“And if I get too uncomfortable, Y/N and I will get a hotel room for the night, but as of right now you standing here wanting to argue with me about it is burning daylight! I’m not a goddamn invalid, and I’m not a child. I’m going home. End of discussion!” Dean shot back before reaching for Y/N to help him stand so that he could lower himself into the waiting wheelchair.

“Sam,” Eileen butted in, placing a hand on Sam’s shoulder to stop him from turning this into a full on fight. “Dean wants to go home. He’s been through a lot, I think he could make this trip home.”

Sam’s mouth formed a thin line, but he said nothing, just passed Dean’s bag to Y/N and threw his hands up in the air in defeat.

“Fine,” Sam gave in, before turning to Y/N, “Do you want us to follow you since you’re gonna be driving him all that way?”

“No,” Dean cut in, and Sam looked down at him with narrow eyes, “Y/N’s got me. She’s been here taking care of me this whole time; I think she can handle helping me in and out of the car.”

Sam gave his brother a dead panned look, and Y/N finally decided whether she wanted to or not she was going to have to be part of this argument.

“We’ll be fine Sam; you and Eileen go on ahead and if I have any trouble, I will call you guys. Go get Dean’s room ready and get Miracle home. I’m going to take it slow with him. If we decide to stop, I’ll let you guys know, but I don’t see why we should all have to caravan there and back.”

“Alright,” Sam said with a huff before turning to put his hand on Eileen’s shoulder, “I guess we’ll head out and get Miracle, and then head towards home.”

“You ready to break out of here,” Y/N turned to ask Dean; he nodded stubbornly as she unlocked the chair and Sam held open his door for her to roll his brother out of it and down to the elevators to bring him to his Baby.

“Yeah, I just wish I was walking out instead of having to be rolled around in this damn chair.”

“Hey,” she said as Sam pushed the button between the shiny silver doors and everyone waited for the ding and green down arrow, “You’re getting out of here and going home, that’s all that matters. Okay?”

Dean swallowed thickly and nodded as Y/N pushed him inside and the doors closed behind them.

The tension in the small elevator was almost tangible. Y/N disagreed with Sam in a lot of ways. She understood why he was afraid for Dean to get too far away from this hospital or drive that far away, he had almost lost him for good the night of the hunt, but Y/N did think that he was trying to drive home what Dean couldn’t or shouldn’t do too much. Dean was already struggling mentally; he didn’t need someone telling him he couldn’t do it. If he wanted to, Y/N was willing to get him there within safe limits.

It also irked her that Sam didn’t trust her to take his brother home. At least, that’s how she felt. She’d been here with him night and day since Dean had gotten hurt. She’d done some things she was sure Sam would not have exactly volunteered to do; like help clean him up after he’d had an accident the night, they took the catheter out. She’d cleaned up vomit. She’d dressed him, and bathed him. She had learned how to dress his wounds in his back. She’d spent hours with the doctors and nurses learning how to give him his medication; learning the exercises needed to be done with his legs until he became more mobile. She’d slept on the couch next to him, at least when she slept, because at first she was afraid to go to sleep, afraid he’d need her and couldn’t wake her up. She never left his side. She never left the hospital while he was there. She had been there with him through it all. She’d surely be there with him through this journey home, and she’d die before putting him in danger or doing anything that would hurt him.

As the elevator came to a stop at the bottom floor, Dean took a deep breath and pulled his car keys from his pocket and passed them over to her; which she took with slightly trembling hands. She rolled him out to where she’d parked Baby under the breezeway; to make it easier for Dean to get into the bed she had created in the backseat for him.

“Hey Baby,” Dean greeted her as Y/N pushed him up to the back passenger door that the nurse had opened up for him, “Did you miss me?”

The nurse chuckled as she wished them luck as Y/N dropped Dean’s duffle into the front passenger seat, before helping him stabilize himself long enough to stand up and sit down with a whine into the backseat while Sam placed the wheelchair into the top trunk compartment.

Dean sat there for a moment to catch his breath, his fist gripping Y/N’s arm’s tightly and she wasn’t sure if they were even going to get out of the parking lot until he relaxed enough for her to help him slide over onto the pillow propped up against the locked door across from him, and rest his legs comfortably on the seat before she draped a blanket over him.

“All set handsome?” she questioned, and Dean nodded tightly as she crawled back out of the car to shut the door.

“If you guys need us, just call,” Sam said. “I know Dean doesn’t want us to follow you, but let us know if you have to stop with him for the night, or if you need me to turn around, because I don’t care if I’m already in the driveway I will do it.”

“I got this Sam,” Y/N countered, “he’s gonna be fine. I’ll let you know if we stop for the night.”

Before Sam could protest anymore, Y/N hurried her way around to the driver’s side and slid inside before shutting the door to see Dean looking at her in the rearview mirror.

“You ready?” She asked as she turned the key and Baby roared to life, causing a few passersby to turn their heads and she smirked to herself; remembering the first time she’d heard her too. She was pretty sure that was the moment she’d fallen in love with Dean, and honestly, had the situation been different, she would have been over the moon to have finally been allowed to drive her.

“I’m more than ready, let’s put this fucking hunt behind us sweetheart, I wanna go home.”

Dean made it a grand total of one hour before he was asleep soundly in the backseat, more soundly than he had ever slept in the hospital, which really should not have surprised her at all. Baby was more of a home to Dean over the years than anything he’d had; even with his injury, and the discomfort, he felt safe. Safer than he had anywhere else since he’d woken up, and that alone was enough to lull him to sleep.

Her eyes drifted to him every few minutes, and she was afraid every bump she hit in the road, or even if she turned too hard, she’d hurt him, but he never even flinched, just snored softly in the background with the occasional grunt in his sleep.

He slept for a good bit of the trip before she pulled over to the nearest fast-food place about four hours into the trip, and he’d woken up for the first time. He still wasn’t eating in the hospital as much as he probably should have been, but much to her surprise he’d eaten all of his burger, and the majority of his fries.

She thought that maybe, just maybe, he’d be able to make it the whole trip, but about nine hours into the journey she could see the physical discomfort setting in, and she knew they weren't going to make it the whole way in one day. It wasn’t so much the fact that they were going to have to stop that concerned her; rather the thought that he’d be too sore in the morning and that might delay their return by several days instead of making it in one or two days, which she worried would agitate him more.

Still, she convinced him after about thirty minutes of arguing about it that it would not hurt him to stop and sleep at a hotel room for the night, and she was almost convinced that he was afraid she’d turn around and take him back to the hospital, but she wouldn't do that, not unless it was really necessary. She’d already seen him relax too much, seen too much improvement in him. It would take something really drastic to take him back now.

“Just a few more steps Dean,” she coaxed him as she shuffled him towards the bed, and Dean nodded but didn’t really make much of a sound other than a tired grunt as she helped lower him onto the bed.

Granted, she didn’t exactly rent a roach motel, and mostly because she was afraid of infection and things he might be exposed to with a wound. She wanted something clean, and something he could shower in. The nicer motels usually had handicap accessible rooms, which is just what she was lucky enough to get.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he worked to stretch himself out on the bed, slapping her hand away as he did so, “Why the hell am I still so fucking tired? All I’ve done is ride in the back of a car?”

“I personally think you did pretty damn good,” Y/N countered. “In fact, you went a lot further today than I expected you too. Give yourself some credit Dean, this is the first time you’ve been out of the hospital, and you just made a fucking nine hour ride all the way here, I’d say that’s pretty fucking impressive.”

Dean just shook his head, completely unconvinced.

“I’m never gonna get used to this,” he admitted, watching as she took his shoes and socks off of him with irritation clear on his face. “I can’t even take my own Goddamn shoes off.”

“Maybe not, but you did get yourself in and out of the car today several times with little to no help. You’re going to the bathroom on your own. Most importantly, you’re sitting up in the bed right now being extremely stubborn, when you could be dead. It’s gotten a lot better Dean, and it WILL get better. You just have to give yourself some time. Stop being so hard on yourself.”

Dean didn’t argue with her, but she could see he was still pretty down at the moment as she worked to help him out of his jeans and shirts. This was the hardest part of it all. Knowing what he could do, and no longer could; what he wanted to do, and no longer could. It was horrible.

“Wanna try out the shower tonight, or in the morning before we hit the road again?” she tried to change the subject, and he looked towards the bathroom with his lower lip between his teeth for a moment, debating.

“I mean, I didn’t do anything to get really dirty, all I did was ride in the back of the car. I think I’d rather wait until the morning to take one so I can get in the car and make the rest of the journey a little more relaxed, maybe not as bound up in Jeans and shit either, just put some sweats on me and an old shirt. I think that would help.”

She nodded in agreement, and looked around the room, at the couch that lay within eye shot of the queen-sized bed Dean was stretched out on, before grabbing the pillows that were next to him, as well as an extra blanket she had brought in from the bag to make her bed on the couch. She had hoped they would have a double queen handicap available, but there was no such luck. She’d slept on the couch for this long, one more night wasn’t going to kill her.

“What are you doing?” Dean questioned, reaching for her arm and stopping her in her tracks. She furrowed her brows at him in confusion before pointing towards the small couch again with her free hand.

“Going to make my bed,” Y/N said as if it should have been something that was obvious.

“Uhm, you’re not sleeping on that,” Dean said, and continued to stare at him in confusion.

“Sooo, where am I supposed to sleep? The floor?”

“No! God Y/N/N, this is a fucking queen-sized bed, get your ass in here and stop being so fucking stubborn. I mean, you’re gonna have to share a bed with me when we get home. It’s a long walk to the bathroom from my room, and I don’t think I’d be able to make it alone if I needed something right away. I told you sweetheart, I’m gonna need you close.”

There was something in his eyes, something that if she didn’t know better, she would have categorized as fear. But that was impossible, Dean Winchester feared nothing, and in the time she’d known them, there was not a chance in hell that she would have thought he would let it show if he did. There was a vulnerability there, one that almost knocked her on her ass.

“Okay, you’re right,” Y/N agreed, and Dean sighed as he let go of her arm and she placed the pillows back on the bed next to him. “I just… I guess I don’t really know what my boundaries are, you know, when it comes between me and you. I guess we weren’t exactly close before this, and I don’t want to do anything that might make you uncomfortable, or be something that you don’t want me to do.”

Dean reached for her hand again, and this time Y/N sat on the bed next to him and watched as he twirled the ring on her finger around, examining it closely.

“I get what you’re saying, and I appreciate that, but honey, you’ve seen more of me and seen more of the worst parts of me than anyone has; including Sam. Sure, we weren’t ‘close’, but I… I wanted us to be closer. I know it’s too little too late, and I know, the likelihood of me being the man I was is almost non-existent, but I did want more. I wanted to get to know you. I wanted things to, I don’t, I’m not good with words or expressions, but I wanted us to… maybe be an ‘US’, and not just friends before I ended up this way. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is, that there really are no boundaries you can cross with me. I know I can’t… I don’t really have anything to contribute to an actual relationship, but I still want you as close to me as you’re willing to get, so there really is no boundaries there. At least, not for me.”

“Dean,” she managed to get around the huge lump that had suddenly formed in her throat as she placed a gentle hand to the side of his face, and fuck if she didn’t almost cry as soon as he leaned into her touch. She was dumb struck, and she almost didn’t believe him, but there was something deep, deep down that told her Dean wasn’t just saying that for her to just stay there with him, in fear she’d leave him alone, but he really did mean it.

“Dean, you have no idea how much I’d love for there to be an ‘us’, and that I want to be close to you. I’ve always wanted to be close to you. This horrible, fucked up situation doesn’t change that. So what, you can’t hunt anymore. What if I told you I’m sick of fucking hunting anyway?! I’m sick of all the horrible shit we had to face every day. I don’t care that you might have a physical handicap now, or even for the rest of your life. That’s not why I care about you. That’s not why I’m here.”

Dean bit down hard on his lip and looked away from her as he tried to blink back the sudden moisture in his eyes.

“But it… It might be a really long time, before we can… before I can—”

“Then it will just be a long time,” Y/N cut in. “Sex isn’t everything Dean.”

“I know,” Dean admitted before swallowing hard, and looking back down at his lap.

“Do you really mean it?” he questioned. “Do you really want to try? I know this isn’t the way I had planned to start things off with us. I had actually planned to see if I could talk you into driving out to the coast with me, maybe spend some time on the beach or something… I would have never guess…”

“I mean it Dean, I really do.”

Dean took a heavy breath before reaching for her, and she slid under the cover next to him, as gently as possible, and slowly she laid her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her. If the man could have melted in that moment she swore he would have done it. He was so touch starved. Which she never really noticed before, maybe because he didn’t want her to see it.

“I’m so tired,” Dean voiced after a long time of her just laying there with him, her fingers tracing the freckles on his bare chest, committing every precious one to memory.

In a fit of bravery, she leaned upward and kissed his cheek before settling back down next to him wrapping herself as close to him as she thought safe too without hurting him.

“Sleep Dean, tomorrow we can finally get home.”

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this-is-spn20 · 1 year

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Day 18 of Christmas: Snuggle Up on the Couch

You swung your apartment door open and stepped inside, desperate to escape the cold. Sam and Dean ran in behind you, still laughing to themselves as you scurried to turn on the heater. You probably should’ve done that before you’d all left. Oops. You guys drank enough hot chocolate while you were out to fill your stomachs to bursting. You couldn’t take another sip from another cup. You were pretty sure you wouldn’t be able to look at another cup for the next month. You laughed at yourself, knowing damn well that wasn’t true. Dean turned on your tv in the living room while Sam went into the bathroom to freshen himself up.

You went to your bedroom, closed your door, and proceeded to undress and put on some comfortable pajamas before heading back into the living room where Sam and Dean were on opposite ends of the couch, conversing with each other. You plopped down in the middle of them and asked if they’d found anything good to watch. Dean said he was trying to look. Dean finally found some sort of action film to watch. You loved action movies, but you couldn’t focus on the movie. The heater hadn’t kicked up completely yet and you were freezing.

Dean, being the ever-observant person he was, noticed your poor attempt to stop your shivering. He reached over your shoulders and grabbed your throw blanket hanging over the middle of your couch and draped it over your shoulders. He then reached his arm around your shoulders again, pulling your body into his. You tensed up for a moment before relaxing into Dean’s warm body. Sam looked over at the two of you, and you noticed he looked uncharacticalisticly jealous. You giggled and beckoned him to lay on your lap. He smiled and moved down the couch so his legs would dangle over the edge and Sam gently laid his head on your lap, moving your left so that it dangled on his shoulder. You blushed at the potentially exposing position you were in. If anyone walked in on you guys right now, you didn’t even want to know what they would think.

But there you all were. Comfortable, and though it took a while, you were warm. And as you drifted off to sleep, you slowly didn’t care.

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villainous-queen · 11 months

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female!Dean Winchester wears nothing but jeans, flannels, chunky rings and doesn't wear any makeup

female!Sam Wincheser wears skirts, dresses and enough make-up to smother her

It's about the repression and the lack of it. female!Sam is hiding who she is behind a wall of make-up and trying to fit into normalicy. female!Dean on the other hand knows exactly who she is.

#you know her name is deana winchester #sam is just sam because #supernatural

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castielsparkle · 1 year

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dean wincheser shoudlve killed john winchester whith hammers. i can tell you that much

#cas.txt

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floral-cas · 3 years

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#girl help i made myself sad #cas said i love you to thee dean winchester on live television #i cannot believe it i will never in my life be over this #destiel #despair #spn #spnedit #supernatural #floralnatural #cas #castiel #dean wincheser

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sirennbabyy · 2 years

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Motel Fun - Part 1

I was sitting on the bed of the motel, me and dean were supposed to be spending some time with each other, but a case got in the way.

I don't mind, of course, a case comes first, I knew this about him before we started dating.

I flicked through Netflix trying to find something to watch, I had seen most of them until I seen "365 days". I remember Emily my best friend gushing about this movie and how every woman must see it.

Defeated, I put it on. I get cozy in bed waiting to see what the big fuss is about 30 minutes in and I am hooked. MASSIMO is the sexiest man alive, his dominant side shining through. I feel the wetness between my legs, clenching my thighs together creating some friction.

My hand immediately goes for my nipple teasing and pulling at the hardened bud. My other hand playing with my clit, letting out a small moan, speeding up my fingers, moaning louder, Dean's name falling from my lips.

My moans drown the sound of the TV out, taking me to cloud nine, as much my finger plunge deep into my soaking cunt. Not even realizing that dean has entered the motel room until I hear his dark chuckle.

"Taking care of yourself to a dirty movie, you dirty girl" beginning to undress himself.

I move around awkwardly trying to cover myself up "no-no, I was just watching 365 days.." trying to justify my actions.

Before I knew it he was between my legs separating them, licking his lips "Sweetheart, don't explain yourself. Admit it you saw another man and got horny" his fingertips dipping into my thighs.

"Dean, it wasn't like that" I plead with him, biting my lip

He pulled me closer towards him as letting out a moan, "I'm going to remind you tonight who you belong too" He growled, rubbing up and down my slit over my panties with his thumb catching my clit, making my body jerk as a pleasant sensation shoots up my spine at each touch and he grins wickedly at me, his finger hooking the sodden material and pulling it to the side so he can see my leaking hole as it pulse for something to grip onto.

My head falls back as his middle finger slides into my wet pussy all of the way to the third knuckle, hips rocking against the single digit, pulling out his finger to slide his index finger back in alongside it.

"Want you to fuck me dean" you tell him, fingers digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks.

"That will come soon, sweetheart" He drawls out, as he sucks on the fingers that were just inside you. Once his fingers were cleaning, he grabs your hip and lines his cock up with your entrance.

"Fuckkk" Dean swears low as he starts pressing inside you, your walls clenching around him dragging him further inside you until you are completely full.

(Just a little side note, This is one of the first smut I have written, so please don't judge me.) Thank you.

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spnwhenever · 3 years

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Hindsight is 20/20: 13/?

#supernatural #supernaturaledit #spnedit #dean wincheser #5x15 #ours #c*#hindsight*

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iheardyourprayer · 2 years

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A collection of dean sketches for his birthday! (none of whom look like the same man kjdhg)

#image description in alt text #dean #hbd dean #this does include the original sketch of my last drawing of him but i like it so he stays - its probs the one that looks most like him #and therefore why i chose it obv #anyway #ems creation tag #he looks sad and pathetic in the full body one as he should <3 #dean wincheser #also none of them look like the same style rendering lol

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stevestiel · 3 years

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don’t get me wrong, I love confident Cas and him being so sure of his feelings esp. post confession, but I just think flustered Cas and confident Dean have some rights too

#supernatural #dean wincheser #castiel #deancas #destiel #spn #spn fanart #even if Dean might have to be drunk to be Confident #i want Cas to be shy around his crush!!#took a picture of my hand for cas' hand ref and it was super helpful lmao #use your body for art folks #or google #my art

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wynchszter · 3 years

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Dean winchester & Jo Harvelle.

#dean wincheser #jo harvelle #alona tal #jensen ackles #supernatural #supernatural icons

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steebrogurz · 4 years

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Jealousy Masterlist

pairing: Sam x reader, Steve x reader

summary: you leave your life as a hunter and find work with the Avengers. What will change when your past comes knocking on your door?

warnings: mentions of blood and death, NSFW (eventually)

teaser

1. World’s Collide

2. God’s a Dick

3. I Got You

#Jealousy #Steve Rogers x reader #Sam Winchester x reader #Steve Rogers #Sam Winchester #Dean Wincheser #Supernatural/Avengers crossover #Supernatural #Avengers #Marvel

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thedeanofhell · 3 years

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Ahhhhhh. I want to start rping again

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Day 1 of Christmas: Making Hot Chocolate

A/N: This is my first series! It’s gonna be interesting seeing your reactions and feedback! Let me know if you guys like this! Share it, and do whatever!

Spread Love,

-Marissa

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Ahh yes, it's that time of year again. After the Thanksgiving drama and families breaking apart, it's time to bring them back together for Christmas. Sam and Dean did celebrate the holidays, just in their own little way. They never really decorated, watched Christmas movies, or baked cookies. Just a small “Merry Christmas”, some eggnog, and maybe watch a football game together. But now that you’re here, you’ll make sure this is the best of the holidays they’ve ever had!

When you told the boys what you were planning this year for the holidays, they were obviously a bit reluctant. Mostly Dean. Sam was pretty interested in trying something new for the holidays. Sam wasn’t crazy (anymore), he knew that family was family no matter where you were. But celebrating with his brother and best friends was gonna be his dream come true. When Dean finally agreed to this whole thing, he appreciated that you weren’t just gonna throw them in the deep end right away with lights galore. He liked the slow and steady pace as opposed to the hard and fast life that hunting provided. He’d even say he’s thrilled to spend the holidays with his favorite people. Just don’t tell anyone or he will back out of the entire thing.

What you had proposed to the boys was one activity a day, for every day of the month up until Christmas. You’d even convinced the boys to take no hunts for the month. You made up for the lack of hunting in December with what you called “triple-time hunting”. It went exactly how it sounds. Back to back to back hunts with no breaks whatsoever. It was gritty, brutal, and so worth it. Now you guys had time to rest up and relax for the month. Buying a shit ton of food and supplies so that you guys wouldn’t be caught in any storms for a run. And plenty of firewood for the fireplace room you’d secretly found while exploring the bunker on a slow day. Now all of you being left to your own devices, you started on your journey to celebrating the holidays with the boys.

You’d told the boys to meet you in the kitchen about five minutes ago, with both of them finishing up their own activities, which left you with time to prepare. You took out the cocoa packets, got out the milk, and a pot. Now all you needed to do was wait for the boys. Sam and Dean rounded the corner at the same time.

“Hey, Y/n! What’s up?” Sam greeted Dean coming from behind him.

“Remember how I said we will be doing one Christmas thing a day?” Sam and Dean nodded. “Well, we’re starting now. Dean get out 3 mugs for us, I’ll put on the milk, Sam, you just stand there and look pretty.” You winked at Sam and he slightly blushed, giving you a little bitch face activity.

You, Sam, and Dean made small conversations while the milk warmed up on the stove. You grabbed a pack of marshmallows out of the cabinet and made Sam put the cocoa in the milk when it started to froth up a bit and turned the stove down a few notches. Laughs and conversations were shared while you made Sam stir the pot of now delicious-smelling cocoa. When it was ready, you put on one of your mittens and grabbed the pot and brought it over to where the mugs were, and poured the drinks into their respective mugs. You quickly put the pot back on the stove to cool off and snatched off your mitten and plopped three big marshmallows into all the mugs.

Huge smiles on Sam and Dean’s faces told you two things:

You guys REALLY needed this break.

This idea of yours was definitely one of your best.

But for all of you stood in the kitchen lounging about and enjoying your drinks. This little happy family of yours, warm, safe, and sound, beats anything you’d ever gone up against. Nothing could compare to the lively atmosphere of tonight.

Until tomorrow at least.

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The Curious Case of Dean Winchester: Part Two

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,644

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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“Find anything?” Dean asked his brother after you two checked what seemed like the hundredth bar in town. “No, not a thing. Well, you come up dry, circle back to the motel in two. Your turn to grab dinner… extra bacon.”

“Sam’s getting dinner?” you chuckled as you two took a seat at the bar.

“Yeah. Can we get a beer, please?” Dean asked the bartender.

“Yep.”

“You wouldn't happen to know of a poker game going on in back, would you?”

“It's a bar, not a casino,” the bartender sighed as he popped the top of two beers before handing them over.

“My friend Ben told me you'd know,” Dean said as he reached into his jacket pocket.

“Don’t know any Ben.”

“Sure, you do. You know, balding, smart-ass, real ladies' man?”

“Listen, pal,” the bartender leaned really close to prove his point, “I told you, I don't know any Ben. I don't know nothing about a game.”

“You sure? Because,” he slid over a hundred-dollar bill with its picture of Ben Franklin in the middle, across the bar counter, “he sure seems to know you.” The bartender glanced at the bill before making the decision to take it.

“Around back. Take the elevator down,” he cleared his throat.

Grinning at the man, you two took off to the back before doing exactly what he told you to do. As soon as you approached the elevator door, it opened and your father came rolling out of it in his wheelchair.

“Dad? What the hell are you doing here?”

“Planting daisies. What's it look like? Came in on the case.”

“And you beat us here?” you asked as your dad wheeled away from you two.

“Well, brains trump legs, apparently.”

“So, you found the game?” Dean asked.

“Yep.”

“Did you stop it?” you asked but received no answer. “Dad?”

“Not exactly,” he sighed as he wheeled around to face you.

“Dad, what did you do?”

“I played, okay?” he sighed.

“And?”

“I lost.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” you yelled. “You played some he-witch?”

“Don't you take that tone with me,” he glared.

“You fucking idiot!”

“They're my years! I can do what I want!” he yelled.

“And you didn’t think about me? What if you lost your life? Do you even care about my feelings?”

“How many did you lose?” Dean asked, changing the topic.

“Twenty-five,” he sighed.

Your father visibly aged twenty-five years right in front of your eyes. His skin sagged, the skin under his eyes darkened, and he looked even more tired than he already was.

“We are not done!” you growled before storming into the elevator.

Dean stared at Bobby before following you to confront the witch. As soon as you stepped foot into the room, your eyes flashed a bright blue in anger. Dean couldn’t stop you as you stormed over to the witch before grabbing his arm harshly.

“Hey, man. Excuse me. Can I borrow you for a sec?” you growled.

Patrick, the witch, looked at you before eyeing Dean who casually showed him the handle of his gun that was stashed inside of his jacket.

“Oh, yeah. Of course. Great. Good to see you two,” he said as he excused himself with the couple he was with. You forced Patrick over to one of the tables with a shove.

“Hey, calm down. Look, I don't know what it is you think I did to your wife or husband or brother or mother or sister, but, uh, I just want you to know, my feelings were real, and maybe they deserved it.”

“That ain't my problem, man-witch. You owe my dad some years,” you growled as your eyes got an even brighter blue.

“My, another witch on my hands. Good to see we’re still circling the world,” he laughed.

“I’m nothing like you. Give them back.”

“I'm sorry. He lost. Them's the breaks.”

“Well, then un-lose him or I will make your death so slow and painful you’re going to wish you’d given them back,” you threatened as blue magic started to swirl in between your fingers of your right hand.

“Give it your best shot if it makes you feel better. Besides, I could use a good… tickle. Darling, what you have doesn’t compare to what I can do. You want years? Great. Play me for them,” he chuckled.

“Fine,” Dean said before he could think about his words.

“Dean!” you gasped just as your father came rolling into the room.

“Dean, no!”

“They're my years. I can do what I want,” he repeated what your father said.

“Does no one care about me?!” you yelled emotionally. “You’re throwing away your lives like it’s nothing but what about me? What if you lose, Dean? What then?”

“I’m not going to lose.”

“I can’t watch this,” you sighed before turning to Patrick with a threatening glare. “My offer is still on the table. I will not hesitate to kill you, and something tells me I will win.”

“Good,” he chuckled as you left the poker game.

There was no way you were going to give yourself a panic attack while watching the game. If Dean didn’t come back, then you were going to rain hell on Patrick. If he came back and all was well, you’d rain hell down on Dean.

The door to the motel room opened, and Sam walked in carrying takeout trays with burgers and sodas. He closed the door and set them on the table before getting a good look at your depressed state on the bed. Your back was hunched, tears stained your cheeks, and your eyes were puffy and red.

“What the hell happened?” Sam asked.

“Ask the idiot,” you sniffled.

Dean walked out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe, but that wasn’t the most shocking thing. He played Patrick, but he lost. Dean wasn’t Dean anymore. He gained fifty years after winning your father the twenty-five he bet on. Sam reached for his gun and was going to point it at the old man, but since you weren’t freaking out about the stranger, he figured he wasn’t dangerous.

“Dean?” Sam gasped.

“Hi.”

“Okay, what the fuck happened?”

“We, you know... found the game,” he said as he picked up one of the burgers on the table.

“You f—I thought you said you were g-good at poker,” Sam exclaimed.

“He isn’t,” you glared.

“Shut up,” Dean scoffed.

“Man, you look like—”

“The old chick in Titanic. I know. Shut up,” Dean scoffed with his mouth full.

“I was gonna say Emperor Palpatine,” Sam chuckled. The door to the room thudded open, and your dad came wheeling into it before closing it.

“I see you met John McCain there.”

“Yeah. Any of you want to tell me what happened?”

“My dad’s an idiot,” you sighed, “and Dean’s an even bigger one.”

“Hey, nobody asked him to play,” your dad argued.

“Right. I should have just let you die.”

“And for damn sure, nobody asked you to lose!” Bobby yelled. Sam grinned at the interaction, but when he caught your gaze, his smile faltered.

“It's like Grumpy Old Men.”

“Shut up, Sam,” your dad and Dean said as the same time.

“What the hell were you thinking? He's a witch. He's been playing poker since guys wore tights,” you exploded at your dad.

“You just don't get it,” Bobby sighed.

“Yeah, I get it, dad. You saw a chance to turn the hands of the clock back and get out of that damn chair. Pretty tempting.”

“I can imagine,” Dean added.

“No, you can't.”

“You got me. I never been paralyzed. But I tell you something—I've been to hell, and there's an archangel there wanting me to drop the soap. Look at me! My junk's rustier than yours! You hear me bellyaching? Huh?”

“Uh, actually, yeah,” Sam said when Dean’s stomach rumbled loudly. Dean gasped and took a seat while still holding onto his burger.

“I'm having a heart attack,” Dean gasped. Before you could publicly freak out, your dad spoke.

“No, you’re not.”

“What is this?”

“Acid reflux. Guys your age can't digest certain foods. You're gonna need to put down that cheeseburger,” he chuckled. Dean sighed and placed the burger down regretfully.

“So, you want to keep emoting, or you want to talk about solving this little issue of yours? It's got to be about the chips.”

“I slid 'em across, Patrick did his little witchy number, and you prettied up in a hurry.”

“I mean, what are you all thinking? Some kind of magic chips or something?” Sam asked.

“Definitely.”

“You remember what he chanted?” you asked.

“Every word,” your dad nodded.

“Alright, then let's find out where he stashes his chips,” Sam declared.

“And steal me fifty. Benjamin Button me back into burger shape. What do you think?” Dean smiled.

“I think you ought to put some clothes on,” you sighed.

Dean rolled his eyes but made his way to the bathroom where his clothes were. Luckily, they still fit, and he walked out twenty minutes later fully clothed. Someone knocked on the door, and Dean went to answer it. It was housekeeping, and she was a beautiful young woman. Dean’s natural instinct was to flirt, but with his age and looks, you weren’t even worried.

“Ready for housekeeping, sir?”

“Born ready,” Dean grinned.

“You're just like my grandfather,” she laughed and his grin faded. “He hits on anything that moves, too. You’re adorable.”

“And dangerous,” Dean frowned when she walked into the room to gather the dirty sheets.

“Aw,” she giggled. You, your dad, and Sam were all smirking at the scene before you.

“Can we just go? You’re my girlfriend. Shouldn’t you be jealous or something?” Dean pouted.

“No, you deserved that,” you declared as you left the room with the three men.

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