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Full Moon

Title: Full Moon

Summary: It's the reader's favorite time of year and the new guy at school asks to hang out with her.

Characters: Teen!Reader, Teen!Dean Winchester, young Sam Winchester

Word Count: 2,267

Warnings: None

Author's Note: This story was originally posted by myself under the account Winchestersgirl92. It was published October, 2017.

“To the student or students who thought it would be funny to steal the distributor cap from my car, please return it now or you will be discovered and expelled,” the principal announces over the intercom system. You smile and shake your head as you pull your locker door open. It was your favorite time of year.

There was a crispness to the air outside and a beautiful golden and auburn tint to the leaves. Pumpkins, skeletons, and ghosts lined the houses in your neighborhood. Mischief was running rampant among your classmates and even a few of the teachers had gotten in on the fun. Today was Halloween.

The final bell had rung for the day and everyone was rushing to leave. You exchange your books, depositing most of them back into your locker. Only one teacher had been cruel enough to actually assign homework over the holiday weekend. You close your locker door and nearly jump out of your skin. The new guy was leaning against the locker next to yours, an almost irresistible smirk spread across his face.

“Can I help you?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest. He and his brother had moved to your school about a week ago. You could tell automatically he was a “ladies man” but you hadn’t expected to be his first target.

“I’m Dean. You’re Y/N, right?” He asks. You nod your head once, catching a few jealous glares from the girls you had expected him to make his way through. You couldn’t deny he was attractive but you had no desire to become his first conquest at your school. “What are you doing tonight?”

“Straight to the chase, huh?” You ask. He shrugs his shoulders, that cocky smirk still plastered on his face. “I’m taking my little brother trick-or-treating.”

“What a coincidence, I’m taking my little brother out too. Maybe we could take them together,” he says. You let out a laugh and raise an eyebrow at him.

“Isn’t your brother a freshman?” You ask. He nods his head. “Isn’t he a little old to trick-or-treat?”

“Nah, Sammy loves it,” he says. You shake your head, smiling in disbelief. “We’re new to the area and I’m sure you know all the good spots. So, what do you say?” He asks. What do you say? He was pretty cute. And determined. With both your younger brothers with you, nothing could really happen so you couldn’t see the harm in it. You rip a piece of paper from your notebook and quickly jot down your address.

“For your brother’s sake,” you tell him, handing it over to him. “Be there at 5:00.” He smirks as he takes it then winks at you and walks away. You watch him go then shake your head as you turn the other way.

You get home that afternoon and immediately set about getting yourself ready. Your costume was simple, a long red skirt, a white sweater with a big R embroidered on it, a ponytail with a red bow, and some simple white tennis shoes. Your little brother had decided to be Dracula this year so you help him get ready. At 5:00 on the dot, your doorbell rings.

“Y/N!! Your friend from school is here,” your mother calls out to you. You smile at your little brother then bring him downstairs with you. Dean and his brother Sam are standing in the front foyer of your house, looking around in astonishment.

“Didn’t know you were rich,” Dean says. You roll your eyes then look at his brother. He’s wearing a white sheet with two holes cut out for eyes.

“What is that?” You ask, looking at Dean quickly. Dean looks at Sam then back at you and shrugs.

“A ghost?” He asks. You roll your eyes and reach to pull the sheet off of Sam.

“If you were going to force him to come, you could have at least bought him a better costume,” you tell him. Dean frowns and his eyes fall to the ground. The second the words are out of your mouth, you regret them. You’d heard that they were living in the old motel across town which obviously meant they didn’t have a lot of money. “I’m sorry.” Dean shakes his head and looks around your house again. “We’ve actually got some of my older brother’s old costumes down in the basement if you want to find something,” you tell Sam. He glances at Dean then shrugs his shoulders. “Come on.” You take Sam’s hand and pull him through the hall then down into the basement. You find the box and open it, allowing Sam to dig through. “I’m sorry he’s making you do this. We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Sam shrugs, looking at an old Superman costume.

“I don’t mind. Never really got to do much trick-or-treating before,” he says. You frown, your heart breaking at his words. He glances over at you. “He’s been talking about you a lot.”

“What?” You ask, looking up at him. He shrugs, looking back into the box.

“Dean’s been talking about you. Since the day we started at school. He really likes you,” he says, smiling as he finds another costume. “Can I wear this one?” He asks, holding up a Ghostbusters uniform. You smile at him and nod before showing him the bathroom upstairs. Going back into the foyer, you find Dean standing with his arms crossed.

“Sam said he hasn’t done much trick-or-treating before?” You ask. Anger flashes through Dean’s eyes quickly.

“We don’t need your pity, Y/N,” he says. Your eyes widen and you shake your head.

“No, Dean!! That’s not what this is,” you start. “Okay, maybe a little for Sam but I would actually like to hang out with you tonight while we give Sam a pretty good Halloween. If you still want to.” You bite your lip. Something new crosses Dean’s face, something you said triggering different emotions. He nods and smiles a little. Sam comes down the hall and Dean’s eyes widen before he starts to laugh.

“A Ghostbuster, huh?” He asks. Sam smiles widely and nods. You look between them, missing the joke.

“Alright. Count Dracula, let’s roll,” you call out. Your brother comes running in from the kitchen, a second pillowcase in his hands. He hands it to Sam who looks down at it in amazement.

“We’re gonna get this much candy?” He asks. You laugh and nod.

“Definitely,” you tell him. His eyes light up before the four of you leave the house. Several other families are already out on your street, making their way house to house. Your brother immediately takes the lead, Sam following him closely. You and Dean hang back, awkwardly silent as you stop at the first house.

“So,” Dean says, looking around. He shoves his hands in his pockets then looks over your costume. “What are you?”

“Sandy from Grease,” you tell him, running your hands over the red skirt. You look back to find him smirking again.

“That mean you’re gonna turn into Bad Sandy halfway through the night?” He asks. You throw your head back laughing.

“In your dreams, Winchester,” you tell him before following your brothers to the next house.

“You can count on that,” Dean says. Your cheeks heat up as you stop, watching your brother and Sam run up the stairs of a house.

“So what brings you here?” You ask, looking at him. He shrugs, watching Sam.

“My dad’s job. We move around a lot. Probably won’t be here long,” he tells you. You can’t help the rush of sadness that fills you. Obviously, you didn’t know him well at this point – you barely knew him at all honestly – but you weren’t fond of the idea of him leaving so soon.

“That your way of telling me you aren’t looking for a girlfriend?” You ask, glancing at him. He laughs and shakes his head.

“Just a fact,” he says. You smile at his laughter, watching it shake his whole body.

“Well maybe this time you’ll be able to stay for a while,” you say. He smiles and reaches over, catching your hand in his own. You should probably protest, not wanting to give him the wrong idea, but you don’t mind.

“Maybe,” Dean says, stopping at the fence of another house.

The sun sets slowly, seeming to reflect the beautiful fall colors across the sky. Your little brother and Sam fill their pillowcases before you all make your way to the city park. The community festival is in full swing when you arrive. Your brother and Sam split off, finding people from school to hang out with. Dean points out a group of teenagers by the apple bobbing station. You shake your head and pull him to the far side of the park where it’s more secluded. His arm comes around your waist, holding you close to his side.

“Pretty crazy about the principal’s car, huh?” He asks. You laugh lightly and nod. “Think they’ll catch the guy that did it?” You shake your head and he looks down at you. “Why not?”

“Cause everyone assumes it’s a guy,” you say, smirking up at him. His eyes widen quickly.

“You??” He asks. You smile and shrug, looking out to find your brother. He’s running around chasing a friend dressed as Frankenstein. Dean smiles and shakes his head. “I think I love you,” he says. You laugh and look back at him. “Why’d you do it?”

“He didn’t let us dress up for Halloween today,” you say, shrugging again.

“You’re really into all this, aren’t you?” He asks. You nod, feeling his hand start to rub your side slowly.

“You get to be someone else,” you tell him. He snorts and you look up at him.

“Why would you want to be anyone else? You’ve got everything you could ever want,” He says in disbelief. You smile a little and lay your head against his shoulder.

“Money doesn’t mean everything is always sunshine and rainbows, Dean,” you say. He nods his head slowly.

“I guess not,” he says. You stay this way, his arm wrapped around you tight, for a few minutes. He presses a kiss to the top of you head. “We’ve got some admirers.” You look up and find the group from school watching the two of you closely. You roll your eyes and step out of his arm, taking his hand.

“Let’s give them something to talk about then,” you say, pulling on his hand. He smiles as you lead him away from the crowds of people to a secluded clearing behind some trees. You stop and look up at the sky. “A full moon on Halloween.”

“That’s gotta be a bad omen or something,” Dean says, shaking his head. You turn to face him and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Nah, it’s good luck,” you tell him. He raises an eyebrow, his arms snaking around your waist.

“Is it?” He asks. You smile and stand up, pressing your lips against his. It’s a timid kiss, your lips just barely grazing against his. “Guess it is,” he mumbles, nodding his head. You let out a giggle and look away.

“It’s getting late. I should get my brother home,” you tell him.

“Can I take you out tomorrow night?” He asks, his nose nuzzling your cheek. You look back at him and nod.

“Yes you can,” you tell him. He smiles and moves to kiss you again but you lean away from him, smirking. “Tomorrow night.” He laughs lightly and nods.

“Okay,” he says. You take his hand again and pull him back to the main area. The two of you find your brothers. A quick kiss to his cheek and Dean promises to pick you up at 6:00 the following night.

The next night you put on your favorite dress. You fix your hair and make-up perfectly. 6:00 comes and Dean doesn’t. You wait for nearly an hour before deciding to go over to the motel yourself. Leaving your car running, you step into the main office connected to the string of run down rooms.

“Can I help you?” The man at the counter asks, not looking up. You bite your lip slightly.

“I’m looking for a family. The Winchesters. A man and his two sons,” you tell him. He nods slightly, flipping the page of his newspaper.

“Checked out this morning. Seemed to be in a rush,” he says. You stare at him for a moment then nod. Dean said they wouldn’t be around long. You hadn’t expected them to vanish overnight though. The man glances up at you then sets his paper aside. “Are you Y/N by chance?”

“I – I am,” you tell him, cautiously. He pulls open a drawer and hands you a small yellow envelope.

“One of the boys left this in case you showed up,” he says. You frown and take it before leaving the office. You pull a note out and quickly read it.

Y/N,

I’m so sorry. Dad’s job. We had to leave. Hopefully we’ll see each other again. Until then, wear this for luck.

Dean

You empty the rest of the contents of the envelope into your hand. A delicate silver chain falls out. You look over the necklace and find a tiny full moon charm attached to it. Your finger runs over the charm before you quickly fasten it around your neck. A stray tear slides down your cheek and you wipe at it quickly. You look up at the sky and smile, the full moon shining down on you.

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #dean x reader #dean x you #dean x y/n #teen dean #teen reader #spn #fanfiction #fanfic #halloween

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Twin Sister?

Paring: Jack Kline/Twin!Reader Dean Winchester/Teen!Reader Sam Winchester/Teen!Reader Castiel/Teen!Reader

Summary: Jack always felt there was a part of him missing. Well, what if one day he finds out he has a twin sister?

It all started when Jack had been living with Sam, Dean, and Castiel for about four months. On a Saturday night, Jack felt something, like he had lost half of himself.

And no matter what he tried doing, he couldn't get it to go away. Jack, being curious, went to Castiel. "Castiel, I feel weird." Castiel looked up from the book he was reading and had a look of concern written all over his face.

Castiel got up and walked to Jack. "What do you mean?" Jack looked down and explained how he felt. "I feel weird. It feels like there's a part of me that is missing. Like, I don't know how to explain it."

Castiel nodded and told Jack he would find out why he felt like this. Then I sent Jack to his room. But Castiel wouldn't be able to find out why he felt like this. Until a month later.

But not by Castiel. Oh no. You showed up at their front door. Armed. Jack was the first to realize something was up. He could feel he wasn't the only supernatural being in the bunker anymore, and he knew it wasn't Castiel.

His eyes opened as he lay in bed, and he immediately knew whoever it was wasn't invited.

He got up out of bed and cautiously walked down the hallway, being as quiet as he could, heading to the nearest Winchester’s room, knocking and letting himself in, finding a grumbling Dean, poking his head up to look at him. “What are you doing?"

“Someone’s in the bunker,” was all he had to say in a hushed tone, and Dean was out of bed, grabbing his gun. The pair left his room into the hallway, and they crept down, Dean leading the way, before they reached Sam’s door.

“Get Sammy; I’ll check ahead.” Dean told Jack, who nodded and quietly let himself into the room, checking behind him to see Dean head down the dim hallway before looking back at Sam, who was still asleep in bed. He moved quickly to shake Sam awake, who responded quicker than his older brother, looking up at Jack and immediately grasping that something was wrong. He grabbed his gun and went to join his brother in the hallway to investigate. As he and Sam came to the end of the hallway, they heard a gunshot and then a thud further ahead. The pair rushed forward, forgetting any ideas on how to bring discreet to see what had happened, stumbling into the main area of the bunker, finding Dean crumbled against a wall, and in the center of the room, you.

Your appearance was nothing but disheveled and dirty, like that of a neglected child; your hair was messy; there were light bags under your eyes; and your clothes didn’t seem to fit you, as if you’d picked up the first things you saw in a second-hand shop, and they all happened to be oversized. In fact, the clothes all seemed to want to fit an older man, and the bruising on your knuckles, the combat knife, and the light splashes of blood and still drying mud on the clothes told the three that not ago, they had. However, there was something else deeply evident to everyone in the room. You’d thrown Dean across the room, seemingly not being damaged by his bullet, and you had an aura around you that was noticeably familiar for the brothers, as it was the same aura given off by angels, and notably, Jack.

You turned your head to look at the two new people in the room, and your eyes met Jack’s, and for a moment you stared at each other. Jack immediately knew that, without a doubt, you were his twin sister. His twin was taken from him just moments after your birth, and it was clear that whoever took you or whatever happened wasn’t good. While he’d been given good influences and people to look after him, it was clear you had the opposite, and he had no doubt what you were here to do, and while it pained Jack to do it, he knew he had to protect the brothers from you, and instantly it became a race of who could land the first hit, and Jack luckily was a split second quicker than you, able to throw you down the hallway you’d come from, giving Sam time to run over to Dean, helping him up, and the pair took off deeper into the bunker. Dean turned to call for Jack, who had stopped to watch you slowly get up, before turning and following after the brothers.

“What do we do?” Jack asked.

“I don’t know. Do you think you could take her on?” Dean asked.

“No.” Jack immediately answered. He wasn’t sure how he knew, but he knew. You were stronger than him. Maybe it was because he knew someone had ordered you to do this and therefor had probably given you some sort of training, training he hadn’t had, or maybe it was your rough exterior, not afraid to do the dirty work and just do what was needed, or just that you were a shell of a person, any emotions locked away. No intention to hesitate to spare the brothers, or him for that matter. “But… I can try and give us time.” Jack commented more to himself than the brothers, who continued down the hall to head to the garage to try and get away, not noticing that Jack had stopped, turned back in your direction, and started heading back, soon coming face to face with you in the narrow hallway. You both stopped with a good amount of space still between you. He didn’t know what to say to you. Would you even listen?

“Get out of my way.” You spoke up first, a growl in your voice. Jack decided to ignore this order.

“What’s your name?” He asked. You glared back at him, seemingly not amused. “I’m Jack. I’m your twin; I want to know my sister’s name. Please? I never got to get to know you; you were taken away from me. He begged. Your intense glare softened and then disappeared, leaving a sort of sad look on your face as you started to avoid his eye contact.

“Y/N. My name is Y/N.” You told him with some hesitance. "What's your name?"

“Jack.” He told you, a faint smile on his face, relieved that he was in some way getting through to you. “I don’t remember what happened—what happened to you—but I felt it. I felt it when they took you away, when they separated us.” He explained. “Did you feel it too? The feeling that you were missing something? Someone?” He asked.

“It felt like I was lost.” You confirmed. Jack smiled. You’d feel it too. That was good, right? You won't want to find your brother, right? He thought so until you looked up at him again, made a hand movement, and blue energy came out of it. “But I’ll adapt."

"No, you won’t.” The new voice startled both Jack and yourself, Jack, because he knew who the voice belonged to, and you, because the voice came right over your shoulder before arms wrapped around you, locking you in place, unable to fight back.

“Don’t hurt her!” Jack panicked, not wanting Castiel to hurt you, or worse, kill you, even as you thrashed against him. Castiel looked ahead at his adoptive son with a look that gave him some comfort, projecting a silent promise that he had no intention of doing so.

“Y/N, I can’t let you hurt anyone, but I want to help you.” Castiel spoke to you even as you continued to fight back, though Castiel held you tightly still.

“Please, Y/N. Please work with us.” Jack begged, glancing behind himself, hoping the brothers weren’t returning just yet, knowing that from what they’ve already experienced and your current situation, they’d shoot first and ask questions later. “The only other alternative is you dying, and I don’t want to lose you again.” Jack begged, stepping closer until he was also holding onto you. You slowly stopped fighting back and looked at him. Jack relaxed a little, though Castiel still had a grip on you in case you changed your mind.

“What happened to you? Who took you?” Cas asked. You didn’t answer him. Jack reached out, gently taking your arm, which was still held out in the hand position with the blue magic. And he held it with such gentleness.

“The world wants us either dead or to be their weapon, but the Winchesters don’t. They want to help; they only want us to do the right thing. Castiel helped me; he keeps me safe; he can help you too!” Jack insisted. You looked behind you at Castiel, who slowly softened his grip.

“I promise I’ll be there for you too. If the people who got you hurt you, I will help you hunt them down for what they did.” He promised. You looked down at the floor, and after another moment, Cas let you go. You didn’t run, and you didn’t fight, submitting defeat, and with that, Jack stepped forward to hug you as tight as he could.

“Everything good now?” Dean’s voice broke the moment. You turned, startled, to look at him, and Sam came back down the hallway. Dean didn’t look exactly pleased, still clearly in pain and holding his ribs, but his gun was put away, and so was Sam’s.

"Yeah, but I still have a question Y/N needs to answer. Who took you after you were born?” Castiel asked you.

(Part 2?)

#supernatural x reader #Jack Kilne x Sister!Reader #Dean Winchester x Teen!Reader #Sam Winchester x Teen!Reader #Castiel x Teen!Reader

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i thought of one more (i'm sorry!): could i please request a teenage!winchesters and teenage!reader (samxreader as either crushes or bf/gf, sam and reader are like 13 and dean is 17) where reader is stuck with the brothers while her parents are hunting with john and reader is pmsing hard and sam is convinced that she's possessed by a demon and it's up to dean to give an awkward, impromptu facts of life lesson to the embarrassed reader and the embarrassed (but curious lol) sam?

Don't be sorry!! I'M sorry for not getting this out sooner!!!

Warnings: mention of menstruation, minor characters used, minor gore (with menstruation)

Word Count: 1.4k

Being the daughter of a hunter in debt to John Winchester, Y/N is frequently dragged from town to town and pawned off to the hands of a 17-year-old Dean Winchester while her dad helps John on a case. Y/N would protest this more if it weren't for the youngest Winchester, Sam, who she may have a little bit of a crush on. She'd never admit to it, but she usually looks forward to the time she gets to spend with him, even if it did mean being left out of the action of a hunt.

Today, however, is a different story, because Y/N is having a visit from what dad calls "shark week". When she first got it, she was terrified, and dad heard her screams from across the house. But all he ever said about it was that he wasn't expecting it so soon, and she was entering womanhood. When she asked if that meant she'd be able to go hunting with him, he laughed, and tossed a box of pads at her. "Absolutely not," he'd said.

Too consumed with rage, confusion, and this horrible twisting pain in her stomach, Y/N completely misses the look of excitement on Sam's face when she arrives. She angrily tosses her bag onto the floor by the door and immediately regrets it. She gives a curt goodbye to her dad and tries to shake away the weird feeling, but the more she tries to fight it, the worse it gets. She tries to take deep breaths the way her dad taught her until Sam interrupts. “Heya, Y/N! Dean and I were about to watch a show, you wanna join us?"

"No," she says flatly, surprising herself with her tone. She is unsure of what to call the emotions that bubble inside of her. It's like she wants to hug him after not seeing him for so long but punch him for not giving her any time to get settled. She isn't interested in watching anything when her stomach feels like it's being stabbed over and over by a million knives. She looks up just in time to see his face fall, and she's upset with herself for she'd just spoken to him. "'No, thank you', is what I meant to say, sorry," she says, plopping into the chair, wanting nothing more than to become invisible.

Sam shoots Dean a look of concern, but Dean just shrugs, saying, "chicks."

Shaking his head, Sam slowly and curiously approaches Y/N, studying her face carefully as he sits in the chair next to her. With a gentle shrug, he says, "that's okay, we can do something else," he suggests, still watching her face for anything out of the ordinary.

"I don't want to, Sam" she says, but her bottom lip quivers in regret. The words are coming out on their own as if her body, or this "Shark Week" has taken over her, leaving her without control of her own thoughts, emotions or words. She covers her face in an attempt to stifle the sobs that break out of her, and soon after she's laughing at the absurdity of it all. She takes a deep breath, and relaxes into the seat, "I'm sorry," she says, "again. We can watch TV."

Sam's eyebrows furrow as he looks to Dean, smiling away at the magazine, and then back to Y/N, "are you okay, Y/N?" he asks.

"Yes! Why does everyone keep asking me if I'm okay!" she growls, "first my dad, then John, now you!"

Sam is taken aback by this, and that's when he notices that her hand is held tightly on her stomach. Suddenly, it all makes sense. Sam is confident that this isn't Y/N, that Y/N is in there somewhere, fighting to be free from whatever demon is possessing her.

"Okay!" he says, hands held up to her, "it's just... you're not you today, is all," he frowns. She glares at him, and for a moment he swears her eyes flickered black! He gasps, jumping out of his seat, "Dean, can I talk to you outside, please?"

"Oh, jeeze, Sam. Relax, would ya?" Dean says without looking up from his magazine, "just give the girl some space."

"Dean," Sam whispers through clenched teeth, taking a step closer to him, "I don't think that's a girl anymore."

Y/N stands from her chair, "what did you just say?" she snarls.

Sam swallows hard, "no, it's just..." he looks at his brother for help, but all Dean can do is laugh. With a frown, Sam looks at Y/N again. There's definitely something different about her, an anger in her face that he's never seen before. He whispers something to Dean that Y/N can't hear.

Y/N crosses her arms, "hmm?"

"Don't be ridiculous," Dean laughs, but Sam hurries to grab a glass of holy water. With a shaky hand, he turns to approach Y/N.

"Woah! What the Hell do you plan on doing with that?" she asks, taking a few steps back.

"See, Dean! I told you!"

"You think I'm possessed?" she cries, and then the realization hits her. Maybe there is a demon that has possessed her body! Maybe that's why her dad dropped her off here, or why he gave her the pads in case she needed to contain the demon somehow. It would certainly explain why she doesn't feel like she can control herself or her emotions. Her face flushes, and her whole body gets hot. She rushes to the window to let in some fresh air, but before she could get to it, Sam dumps the water on her, drenching her face and hair.

"Woah woah woah," Dean says, jumping up to stand between Sam and Y/N.

"No! Dean, she could be a demon!" Sam shouts, his voice cracking.

"Sam, no, I promise she's not a demon." Dean turns to look at Y/N as she wipes the water and tears off her face. "Listen, uh, why don't you two sit down?" he sighs. He pops into the bathroom to grab a towel, and tosses it to Y/N, "here. There's a blanket over there, too, if you want it."

Y/N only nods, taking the towel to her face and hair.

Dean rubs his hand down his face and looks at the wide eyes of the two kids in front of him. Sam nervously shakes his knee, continually glancing at Y/N to make sure she doesn't try anything. Dean pulls a chair from the table and props it in front of Sam and Y/N.

He flips it around to use the back of it as an arm rest. Sitting down, his eyes bounce from Y/N's tearful, red face to Sam's, and he laughs when he sees how scared his little brother is. In a chuckle, he looks directly at Y/N and says, "our dads suck for not explaining this to either of you," his eyes move to Sam. He shakes his head again, thinking of how ridiculous it is that he has to be the one to have the 'birds and the bees' conversation with them.

"What Y/N is going through is perfectly normal," he says, looking from Sam to Y/N, "it's called a 'period', and it's when the lining of your uterus sheds, which causes you to bleed. Hence the pads. And the change in hormones is what causes mood swings, not a demonic possession," he sighs, "any questions? No? Okay, good," he says, smacking his legs with his hands before standing up.

"Wait, Dean," Sam says, twisting his fingers in his hand, "why does it shed, though?" he whispers, looking over at Y/N, who shies away from his glance.

"Something to do with the egg not being fertilized. It's part of the reproduction process," Dean sighs.

"Reproduction? But how does the egg get fertilized? And what happens when it does?" Sam asks.

"You are making it sound like I'm a chicken or something," Y/N snorts.

Dean quickly moves the chair back to the table, "okay, no," he says hand up at Sam, "I'm not having that conversation with you two. You'll figure it out one day. In the meantime, Sam no more exorcists on poor Y/N."

Y/N sinks into her seat, trying to hide out of embarrassment from her body being the subject of conversation since she got here.

"I'm sorry," Sam squeaks, and Y/N can barely look him in the eyes, "I'm sorry for thinking you were a demon, Y/N."

Dean can't help but to laugh. "I'm gonna go out for some drinks from the vending machine. I'll be back."

"It's okay, Sam," Y/N whispers, "I kind of thought that, too for a minute," she giggles. "Can we watch that show, now?"

“Sure, Y/N,” he smiles, clicking the remote

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04:54.

✪ | Teen!Dean Winchester x Reader.

\❦\ Summary : You're Dean's bestfriend since birth and as you two grew up, you always stuck around each other, so when he started hunting you always went with him, the passenger seat reserved just for you. Spending so much time with him lend you to grow some feelings for him, but you're always uncertain about him reciprocating.Maybe the day that something will change finally came.

!!! Warnings : None, it's my first fanfic ever, there's just a kiss, it's kinda fluff, just indulging fantasy, it's a slight scribble, my first little written post here on Tumblr, and since I'm new, if you read this you could leave a comment or something, maybe even some advices<3, I'm thinking about writing a few more scenarios maybe even start a series about Teen!Dean. Thank you so much love. Have a good reading, indulge! Stay frosty!

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4:54.

Dean liked that time of the morning, sometimes, when the sun shined brighter than the usual, pouring into the motel room from the half closed curtains, falling over the bed and wrapping everything in a warm yellow hue.

He liked getting up early on those days, carefully laying your head, nuzzled into his chest, back on the pillow and slipping out of the creaky wooden bed, as silent as possible in order to not wake you up.

He'd get clean, shower, shave, exercise a bit and scribble down a few notes for the day, make a few calls to Sammy bored at home, whining about how he wants to come hunting with you and him on the next case.

Dean comes to a stop when he catches a glimpse of your asleep face, how you shine under the sun directly falling over you, peaceful and quiet.

You two met back when you were little, he was a boyish kid, sprayed with strong freckles in the summer and a big grin with missing teeth. He shoved you off the swing on a random afternoon at the kids park, and when you started crying he helped you up, gave you one of his random car toy and declared himself to be your bestfriend.

After that day he took really seriously his job, always bringing you silly stuff , then school came in, and you did everything together, homework, group projects, playing out, everything really, where Dean was, y/n was too.

You discovered his parents shady work soon enough, on a winter evening, when John came back home covered in blood.

You learnt the way, holding onto Dean hands, taking steps together, as much to John's disdain, you learnt the hunter way, and Dean always defended you whenever John came up with stupid shit against you.

He never left you behind, always bringing you to hunt with him, always having your back, and you in the meanwhile...fell.

"Y/n..."He called out your name and you stirred up with a slight groan, dragged out of your sleep, eyes slowly blinking open as you searched for Dean.

Who can you blame? Dean is so easy to love, and you have him around you all of the time.

"When did you left the bed?" you mumbled, eyebrows furrowing, sitting up and giving yourself a moment to get aware of your surroundings, but immediately leaning onto his hand as he combed his fingers through your messy hair, chuckling just slightly.

Maybe you're misunderstanding these affectionate gestures, maybe he's just being platonic, just your bestfriend since birth, maybe he doesn't like you back.

"Didn't wanted to wake up, it was too early."

Yet he always manages to makes you feel that familiar warmth in your guts when you stare at his face, and feel his touch, the bright sun making you recognize a few golden flicks of color in his apple green iris, and you can't stop your feelings.

You want to be the only one to have enough time and light to be able to notice those details, you want to he Dean's one and only.

Dean notices the silence and raises an eyebrow, frowning confused, he knows you well enough, and yet, you ask yourself why he doesn't catch on your feelings.

"M'fine." You crack him a smile, and after leaving the motel the drive is weirdly uncomfortable, air thick with misunderstood tension.

"What are you doing?" you raised your head from your hands, heart spiking up, yet frowning when he suddenly pulled over in a long abandoned way at the start of a forest, in the middle of nowhere.Dean killed the engine and gave you his best serious face, turning to you.

"What's going on with you? You're acting so out of yourself and I---don't understand what's wrong? Is it me? Did I do something wrong or what?---"

He expressed himself with hasty and frustrated hands gestures, stuttering even, it was unusual of him, it made you hold your breath as you listened to him babbling.

"I'm---"

"Don't bullshit me, m'not stupid, what now, you don't trust me anymore?"

The situation got you blocked worse than ever, it was now or never, because he's not going to believe to any excuse you make up, and if you confess it could either end good or ruin your friendship forever.

Dean's eyes drilled into yours and he gripped the steering wheel of the precious Impala he got from John a few weeks ago after turning legal, he pursed his lips, eyebrows furrowing together, and he almost seemed to start to get angry because you opened and closed your mouth like a fish, not uttering a word.

He dropped his shoulders disappointed after a few seconds of silence, staring at his shoes as he turned Baby back on, and before you realized it, you had one hand fisting his hair and the other one holding his nape.

Your lips met.

You couldn't stand how he pried his eyes off you, maybe you wanted that attention of his forever, for yourself only, maybe you wanted to be selfish.

Dean tensed up but didn't hesitated, hands flying from his keys straight to your waist, holding you almost possessively as he tilted his head, knocking your nose softly together as he deepened the kiss.

When you two pulled apart a few seconds passed just by watching each other in silence with wide eyes.

"I love you too I guess?..." Dean muttered and you couldn't help but giggle a bit, nodding.

"I love you Dean." You giggled more as he pulled you in another kiss.

Maybe today was a good day, maybe something's horrible it's waiting for you two later, but right now it doesn't matter.

Dean Winchester loves you back, with no maybe.

___thanks for reading!✮⋆˙

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panic-in-the-multiverse · 1 year

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Spider Infestation

Pairings: Dean Winchester x teen!reader (brief mention of Sam)

Imagine: being scared of spiders is not fun, especially not when they appear out of nowhere

Warnings: spiders, fluff, a bit angst? (Idk really), not proofread

A/N this is brought to you by the big spider on my wall that appeared out of nowhere scaring me to death (no for real my family literally ran to my room thinking I died or something)

Secondly this is short so sorry about that I guess but I had to write something to bring me comfort so this is what came from that, anyway enjoy. (I’m not actually scared of spider I just think they are disgusting, but I do however get scared when a spider appears out of nowhere when I turned back a second later)

A scream left your lips as soon as you saw the spider on the wall beside your head. You’d just been minding your own business as you readied yourself for bed, turned away for one second and when you turned back the scream left your throat before you could stop yourself.

You made a half sprint from your place by the bed, away towards the other side of the room while your eyes were still glued to the spider. You looked on in horror as the huge spider was about to crawl away. It’s big long hairy legs making invisible prints all over your wall.

Dean (followed by Sam) who’d heard the scream ran into your room gun in hand thinking it was a threat. He swung open your door, wide open and scanned the room for any kind of danger. Instead his eyes locked onto your scared form in the corner of the room. He lowered his gun and walked over to you slowly so as to not startle you.

“What’s going on?” His eyes looked at you in concern and when you didn’t answer he followed your eyesight and saw you were just staring at an empty spot on your wall. He’d think you’d seen a ghost had it not been for the fact that you weren’t the slightest bit scared of them.

“Hey kid, what’s going on” he slightly waved his hand in front of you to get you to look at him but it didn’t seem to work, he saw tears glistening in your eyes and got even more worried.

Slowly but surely you shook out of your fearful state and answered Dean's question with one word. “Spider”

The older hunter couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle as his face went into some kind of relief, and a small smile plastered itself on his lips. Thankful you hadn’t seen an actual ghost or something else that’d want to kill you, (though in your mind the spider was definitely out there to kill you).

Walking out of the room you stayed outside, Sam having long gone to sleep as he told Dean to deal with it with a tired yawn. Dean who as told to deal with the spider went and got some paper before he walked into your room to find the spider. When he found it he walked over to you with the spider and you whimpered away in fear and the grin that was plastered on his face as he brought the spider closer to you was quickly wiped of his face and he went to flush it down the toilet when you stopped him.

“No, don’t kill it!” Dean couldn’t help but to chuckle once more. For being so afraid of something you still seemed to not want to kill them. So instead he went over to the door and let the spider out.

When he came back once more he found you staring at yet two other spiders and he went through the procedure once more. Not long after that he went to his bedroom once more to get some sleep.

Your heart hammered in your chest as you later in your bed. You couldn’t sleep still thinking there were more spiders in the room. What if they were to crawl up in your bed and infest your blanket or start crawling over you. No you couldn’t be in your room for the night so you quietly went over to Dean’s room and knocked gently on the door. Hearing Dean’s voice grumble a tired come in, you opened the door and went inside.

“Hey”

“What do you want?”

“Can I maybe sleep in here with you?” Dean’s head lifted up from the pillow and he looked at you with tired eyes.

“Why?”

“I’m scared, what if there were more spiders or-“ you were cut off by Dean shuffling to the side of his bed and opening up the covers for you to get inside. Walking over to the bed you carefully laid next to him and he laid the blanket over you while also inviting you into a hug. You cuddled close to him and took in the comfort he offered. You were sure no spider would get you know.

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 1 year

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DAY TWENTY-THREE: Pass Out w/ Dean Winchester

a/n: Yes, I am aware of how cliche this fic is, but what can I say? I am a sucker for worried and protective!Dean Winchester.

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There was no way you could be a hunter if you feared death. It was funny, talking about being afraid of death as if you hadn't met him and known him personally for a short while. There were many stakes that came with fighting off the supernatural, and that was injuries, and blood loss, lots and lots of blood loss.

You, Sam, and Dean had figured it wouldn't hurt to go out on a hunt, and it just so happened to be a pack of not so friendly werewolves, many of them unhappy that you had stepped into their terf. That's how you ended up thrown against the wall of the rotting building where they were squatting. You had hit your head hard against the rusted metal, you were pretty sure you had a concussion as you attempted to reach around and touch the back of it. Your vision was fading in and out and you watched the two brothers kill the mutts, not before you had blinked and everything went black.

The next thing you knew, you had woken up in yours and Dean's shared bed, Dean hunched over, hand clasped in yours as he rested. You knew your boyfriend was concerned, despite his difficulty to express it.

"Dean?" You rasped. His head rose slowly, his eyes blinking a few times before his gaze finally settled onto yours. "Thank god you're okay." Was the first thing he said, bringing your knuckles to his mouth as he placed a kiss in them. "Of course I'd be okay, Dean. You're not getting rid of me that easily."

He let out a watery laugh, "I wouldn't dream of it, Sweetheart."

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inlovewhithafairytale · 3 months

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supernaturalwolf · 4 months

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𝐀 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬?

(Rough draft????? Spelling errors and bad grammar expected)

“Listen Dean-” She spoke up but was soon cut off by her lovely, yet strict, brother as they strolled up to the high school

“What did I say?” He looked at her once he parked giving her a stare down as she rolled her eye before gesturing towards Sam to say something but he just gave her a shrug making her roll her eyes “Always carry a weapon, don’t accept drinks from anyone, and stay alert—“

“And?-” his tone shifted making her look at him unamused

“Never accept candy from a stranger?” She said plainly making her other older brother Sam laugh in which caused Dean to roll his eyes

”haha funny, you know what I mean-“

“Yeah no, I’m gonna be late” She scoffed as she gathered her things and opening the door, she knew what he meant but she wasn’t going to say it, she wasn’t 15 anymore.

“What he means is that we just want you to be as safe as possible being away from us” Sam spoke up before Dean had a chance to rant again, looking back at her with a small smile

”I know and I will be…you gotta trust me if I’m staying here by myself okay?” She looked towards Dean more than Sam, she knows Sam cares about her just as much as Dean but clearly one of them is hesitant to let her go alone, that much was evident

After a long pause Dean let out a sigh “Fine, but remember -”

“To call I know…” She smiled at him making him give her a small one in return nodding as he did

“I’ll be safe I promise…”

“Good…”

After speaking with the boys a little longer she managed to finally escape the car and into the school and as you probably guessed it she was a little late, though oddly enough she remembers the school layout from years ago, she eventually finds the classroom and walked in with a smile not noticing her two best friends nearly shooting up from their seats when she was introduced

“Ah miss Warren, first day back and you’re still late…”

Stiles and Scott looked at each other in shock before looking forward back at her, their best friend was back???

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book-place · 2 years

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Anger in the Bunker

Warnings: cursing, mention of headaches, periods, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Winchester brothers x sister reader, Castiel x reader platonic

Request: dean and sam winchester with a teenager sister and how they deal with her first period?

Request by: Anon

*not my gif*

Summary: You’re acting unusually angry, and Sam thinks he knows why

A/N: Excuse the shitty writing, I’m trying to get out of a writers block 🤪; ALSO I SAVED SOME PUPPIES AND KITTIES BY WRITING THIS

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“I don’t care if you’re an angel! If you don’t stop talking right now, I’m gonna send you to hell with my bare hands!” A voice roared, bouncing off the walls of the bunker before reaching the ears of Sam and Dean, who were both in the library.

They both immediately dropped whatever they were doing and stood up, rushing towards where the voice had come from, only to end up at the kitchen and to be met with the sight of you glaring dangerously at Cas, who had wide eyes and the most petrified look any of the Winchesters had ever seen him wear.

“What the hell is going on here?” Dean demanded, glancing back and forth between you and his best friend.

“I-I don’t-“ Cas stuttered out, but you cut him off.

“I-I don’t-“ You mocked before glaring once again, “Your presence is giving me a headache!”

“Whoa there!” It wasn’t often that Dean raised his voice at you, you were generally a good kid, but right now you just weren’t acting like yourself, “What the hell has gotten into you, kid?”

You whipped around so fast that the men were worried you would slip on the tiled floor, “Mind your own goddamn business!”

Without another word, you stormed past all of them and out of sight, harshly shoving Cas’s shoulder as you exited.

It was silent for a moment as everyone stared after you, before Dean turned around the Cas and jerked his thumb in the direction you had stormed off in, “What was that about?”

With his features still displaying shock, he shrugged, “I don’t know, I just came in here to ask if she had seen where I left my angel blade and she got very upset.”

Sam, who had remained silent until then, groaned and ran a hand down his face, realization dawning on him.

“Something you care to share?” His older brother asked.

“Listen,” The long legged man began, “I’ve been doing some reading up on how to raise a teen girl.”

Dean adopted a look of offense.

In return, Sam sent the classic, Winchester-bitch-face his way, “Don’t look at me like that, dude. Sure, you practically raised me, but it’s different with a girl.”

Cas tilted his head to the side, “What does that have to do with what just happened?”

“I…” He trailed off in embarrassment before squeezing his eyes shut and blurting out, “I think she has her period.”

Silence once again fell over the trio as the words settled in. And once they did, Dean was now the one wearing the horror-filled expression.

“P-period?” He asked, shuddering slightly at the mere mention of it.

Sam rolled his eyes, “Don’t be dramatic, Dean.”

“That explains the anger.” Cas nodded along before leaving the room, “I still must find my angel blade.”

“Is she going to act like this every time?” The thought alone had both the men feel like throwing up.

“I don’t know.”

-•-

A knock on your door had you groaning as you snapped, “What?” Without even sitting up from under the comforting covers of your bed.

“N/n,” Sam’s voice came out slightly muffled, “It’s us, can we come in?”

A grunt of acknowledgment was the only thing you gave them in return.

The handle was turned hesitantly, and your two older brothers slowly poked their heads through the door, squinting to try and see you under the mountain of pillows and blankets.

You moved your eyes to face them, and surprise softened your feathers when you were met with the sight of both of them each carrying an armful of supplies that included movies, candy, and pads that they had surely run to the store in town to get.

“What’s this?” You asked.

Your oldest sibling smiled, plopping down on the end of your bed and unloading his hall next to him, “We’re gonna have a movie day to hopefully help you feel better.”

Sam dropped his own pile with Deans and placed a kiss to the crown of your head, “We did some reading up and we decided that this might be the best way to try and help you.”

Your heart melted and tears formed in your eyes, and an unusual amount of joy flooded into you from the mood swings.

“Awe, guys,” You gushed giving them looks full of so much gratitude and love.

“Listen, as long as you don’t blow up at us like you did to Cas, I think we’ll be good.” Dean said with a grin.

All three of you laughed at that as you got comfortable and pressed play on the first movie.

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Code Breaker pt.1

Also on AO3

(A Teen Wolf Rewrite)

Fandoms: Teen Wolf, Supernatural Warnings: usual TW and SPN stuff Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x reader Word count: 1,7k

tags: @venomsvl @celestair @d64d-n0t-sl66p1ng

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Stiles was securing pictures of the victims with missing hearts that he secretly photocopied from his father's folders to his board with magnets when Y/N ran into his room.

"How did you get here so quickly? Peter lives on the other side of town-" Stiles eyed her curiously, but then he noticed Y/N breathing heavily and trying to catch her breath. The corners of his mouth twitched as he tried not to laugh.

"I ran," Y/N said in between breaths. Stiles shook his head and then turned back to his board to mark the places where the victims were found on a map. Y/N took a few steps closer to the board to get a better look.

"He's making a circle around Beacon Hills, but slowly so it's not noticeable. These cases are all almost six months apart from each other. I don't know how my dad didn't realize they are somehow connected." Stiles said, showing her the dates on the files.

"So he is smart. Which means he has to be sane. Which kinda makes me worried he is not rogue, just power hungry." Y/N sighed and pulled out her phone from her pocket, holding it in her hand and staring at it.

"Are you going to call your brothers to help us?" Stiles asked. Y/N bit her lip, thinking, and then nodded.

"I might have to. I don't know how they will react if they find out about me being friends with three werewolves. Especially Dean." She sighed and sat down on Stiles' bed.

"Castiel healed Peter, right? So if he comes with your brothers, he could tell them all three are friendly? Even though one looks like he could murder you with his eyebrows." Stiles smirked as he sat down next to her. Y/N rolled her eyes.

"He looks like he could murder you even without those eyebrows. Have you seen him shifted? His eyebrows go missing. It's actually hilarious, but don't mention it around him. He doesn't like it." Stiles had to put a hand over his mouth to keep himself from laughing, while Y/N texted her brothers instead of calling them, even sending them a meet-up place because she just didn't trust Kate.

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The black Chevy Impala took longer than expected to arrive in Beacon Hills. Two weeks, to be exact. Two weeks full of the friend group getting chased and attacked by the alpha.

Y/N was impatiently waiting at the motel Dean told her about when they drove her here a few weeks ago. When she finally spotted the car, she stood up from the stairs she was sitting on and waved at her brothers. Both of them were smiling at her, as they exited the vehicle. She knew the smiles would quickly disappear when she would tell them why exactly she called them here.

"Y/N/N! You look like you are finally getting enough sleep!" Was the first thing that left Dean's mouth. Y/N rolled her eyes.

"You look like you still drink way too much in your free time," she said back with a grin, spreading her arms to hug him. Dean squeezed her so hard she couldn't breathe, then took a step back and let Sam hug her. At the same time, Roscoe came into view. Stiles was sitting behind the wheel, Scott in the passenger seat, and the two grumpy-looking Hales were squeezed in the back seat. Y/N had to stop herself from laughing.

"So, will you finally tell us what is so urgent that we had to drive all the way here?" Dean asked as he pulled his duffle back from the trunk. Sam, who was watching the new arrivals, turned to look at his sister.

"Yeah. These guys will help me with that." She waved her hand toward the blue Jeep. Dean finally turned to look at them. Scott was giving everyone his kicked-puppy look, Stiles was awkwardly rubbing his neck, Derek just frowned at everyone and Peter smirked when the brothers looked at him.

"Who are they exactly?" Sam asked. Y/N sighed. She then pulled the keys to the brother's booked room from her pocket, turned around, and walked towards the door while speaking.

"I will explain everything when we are inside, we don't need people knowing you are in town, even tho Baby will give you away anyway." All of them followed her inside the room. Sam and Dean each picked a bed and placed their duffle on it to claim it, then they both sat on their own bed. Scott and Peter sat down at the two chairs next to the small table that was in the room, Derek decided to stay near the door, Y/N guessed it was for a quick escape in case Dean decided to shoot them full of silver, and Stiles made his way towards Y/N. He had his arms full of the researched materials she told him to bring.

Y/N cleared her throat and then looked at everyone in the room.

"So, Dean, Sam, these are Scott, Stiles, Derek, and Peter." She motioned to each of them with her hand.

"Everyone, this is Sammy," Y/N pointed to her long-haired brother, who was eyeing the Hales suspiciously. She realized he must have heard about them in the past, along with the pictures from when the fire happened.

"And that one there-" she looked at Dean, "- that will put the gun away!" She frowned at Dean when she realized he was holding his gun, ready to shoot.

"Is Dean." When he didn't put the gun down she sighed and walked up to him, taking it from his hands. She then proceeded to pull another two from his duffle, just to be safe. Stiles eyed the guns and swallowed nervously, realizing he was the only one without superhuman strength or hunter training in the room.

"Y/N, why are we in a room with two werewolves?" Sam asked, not looking away from Peter. Dean was staring right at Derek, who was staring back at him with an even more intense stare.

"I always wanted a dog-" she started, making Stiles snort. Derek shot her an offended look. Y/N just grinned at him and then turned to her brothers.

"I know you guys don't like working with supernatural beings, but you made the exception with Cas, so now trust me with these three."

"Three?" Dean asked, immediately turning to stare at Stiles.

"Oh, not me. I'm just 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bones," he motioned towards Scott. Dean gave his sister a look.

"Really? The one with the puppy eyes is the were?" He sounded so done with everything that Y/N wanted to laugh.

"Okay, I called you here because we have a werewolf problem. And also rogue hunters problem. You pick which one is worse." Y/N said. She pulled a few folders from Stiles' arms and spread them on the bed behind Sam. Dean stood up from his bed and walked over to take a look.

"There have been many attacks in the past month, starting with two days before we arrived here and I stayed. It started with Laura Hale, the one that became alpha after the fire. Derek felt the bond snap and arrived from New York the day after it happened. Overnight some hikers found half of Laura's body in the woods and reported it to the police, that's how Stiles got to know about it and he decided it would be a smart idea to go look for the still missing half, along with his asthmatic best friend. As you already know Scott got turned. The alpha bit him and no one since then, so he doesn't want to build a pack." Y/N started explaining, while the brothers looked through the opened folders. The Hales patiently waited for Y/N to explain everything. Stiles took a few steps forward so he was next to Y/N again. She nodded at him.

"He is trying to make it look like Peter did it, but we have evidence that it wasn't him. There were attacks around Beacon Hills where the dead people were missing a heart. Peter was still comatose at the time of those attacks, and even if he wasn't, he is a born wolf." Stiles continued where Y/N left off.

"Yeah, born weres don't feed on hearts, they don't need them to survive." Dean shot both of the Hales a look, before looking back at his sister.

"What else happened?" He asked.

"Well, there was an attack at the video store in town, two of our classmates were present, but they don't know what it was. He has the powers of both, bitten omega and born alpha. He can fully shift into a wolf. But because he isn't a born wolf, the form is deformed. He looks like something from a really bad horror movie." Y/N cringed at the memory of the alpha running after them in the school a few days ago.

"So you saw it?" Sam asked. The three teenagers exchanged looks.

"We, uhm, we kinda.. were chased by it?" Scott said, but it sounded more like a question. Sam and Dean both looked at their sister with a look that could kill her, both taking a breath to say something, but she was quicker.

"Nu-uh, you don't get to say stuff. You guys get chased every single time you hunt something. This was one time only okay." She put her hands on her hips, frowning at her brothers.

"Is there anything else that happened? Or is that all?" Sam asked after a minute.

"Oh, he actually bit the girl that was at the video store, but she didn't turn. She's currently being treated at the hospital because she is not waking up either." Scott informed the brothers.

"I tested her. She's safe. Also from what Stiles, Peter, and I found yesterday, we have a name for the alpha guy. It's Ludensky." Y/N swallowed.

"Wait. Ludensky? As in the guy I shot last year, that thanked me for freeing him of the werewolf curse?" Dean asked, which made everyone look at him. Well, except for Y/N and Sam.

"Yup. That's the one."

"Son of a bitch," Dean let out.

"We need a plan to get rid of him. Anyone has any ideas?" Sam asked. The room was silent until Peter cleared his throat.

"I might have, but I'm not sure if any of you will like it."

#stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski #y/n winchester #dean winchester #sam winchester #teen wolf x reader #castiel #scott mccall #teen wolf rewrite #derek hale #peter hale #superantural #supernatural x reader #kind of au?#definitely different from both shows canon now #idk how that happened lol

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