#oh this is the softness dean winchester deserves

[that-sarcastic-writer]

A Good Father

Dad!Dean Winchester X Wife!Mom!Reader

Summary: Dean has a beautiful wife and the cutest little girl. The perfect family. Maybe it's time to have a real home, too.

Part 2 of A Good Man but can be read as a standalone. This is actually how supernatural ended thank you very much

Warnings: not much, candy cane fluff, foul language. Still minors dni cause I don't want minor on my blog

WC: 2.6k

A/N: this has been sitting in my drafts for a while. Why not post it right? I love Dean with all my heart. That's nothing new. Enjoy the teeth rooting fluff cause I don't have the mental capacity to write smut rn :,)

Sleep still covered your eyes as you rubbed them softly. It couldn't have been later than six a.m., or at least what you saw through half-closed eyes on your phone screen when you woke up. You weren't fully sure, you were still processing that you were awake. You hadn't entirely wanted to get out of bed, but the lack of your husband's warmth all but forced you out of the comfort of your covers. Your feet took you to the study first. That's normally where you would find the brothers anyway. But you only saw Sam.

"Morning." You mumbled softly, running a hand over your face as you walked over to the younger Winchester.

Sam lifted his eyes from the ancient looking book in front of him, and he gave you a warm smile.

"Oh, hey, good morning."

You stood beside him, leaning a hand on the table as you looked around for Dean with a small frown.

"Where's your brother?"

"In the kitchen with Rosie. She woke up like an hour ago, so he's making her breakfast." He answered with a smile.

Your own lips irked up in pleasant surprise. Normally, Rosalie— yours and Dean's little girl— would come running to wake you— or both you and Dean, depending who was home at the time. You never minded that she would be up before you since Sam was always up before sunrise, and he loved spending time with his niece. But it did surprise you a bit that Dean didn't wake you at all this morning. Though, you were more so in awe at the fact that he had decided to take care of her that morning by himself.

Truth was, he had been gone a while, almost a week. That had been the longest he had spent on a hunt ever since she was born— five years ago. And your little girl was definitely missing her dad. She loved you, no doubt about it, but the little one was a daddy's girl for sure, but you blamed Dean for spoiling her so much. So she was feeling his absence greatly. She cried almost every night, asking why daddy wasn't there to tuck her in. It broke your heart a hundred times over to see her so heartbroken. When Dean came home last night, she all but clung to him, refusing to leave his side. And you guessed that had carried over to this morning.

"Thanks, Sam." You patted his shoulder and padded through the long halls of the bunker to the kitchen. You held in your breath as you peaked your head through the door and you nearly teared up at the sight.

"You think mommy and Sammy will like these?" Dean pursed his lips, nudging at the tiny human resting on his hip as three different pans with pancake batter, sizzling bacon and scrambled eggs cooked on the stove.

"Uh-huh. It looks yummy." She nodded, resting her head on his shoulder as he held her.

"Yeah, sure does." Dean shrugged, lips pulled into a proud grin at his own work. He always was a great cook.

He stood for a second, keeping an eye on one thing as he moved around another with a spatula and still somehow held a five year-old on his hip. He had his attention somewhere else, so he almost missed the tiny voice in his ear.

"I missed you, daddy." Rosie mumbled, her soft voice almost inaudible against him. Dean looked down at her, his eyes slightly big and his lips parted. He stared at her for a long second before he said anything. He was wondering just what the fuck he ever did to deserve something like this.

"I… I missed you too, baby. Always." He sighed out, his chest aching with an indescriptible feeling as he brushed some loose strands behind her ear, and he pressed a kiss to the side of her head.

You were silent for a long minute, lips slightly parted and eyes filled with awe as you leaned against the doorframe to watch the sight in front of you. Dean, still in his pajamas, with his little girl on his hip as he cooked. He was saying something to her, or so you figured since you heard her giggles, her tiny hands bunched around his t-shirt as she buried her face in his shoulder. He was smiling too.

"I'm deeply hurt. Making breakfast without me?" You spoke up, feigning hurt.

Dean turned around, he smiled at you at first but when Rosie started giggling at you, hiding deeper into his chest, he gritted his teeth.

"Ah, busted. Told you mommy would find out." He shook his head, holding back a smile as you approached them.

You playfully narrowed your eyes at him. He gave you a shrug with a toothy smile that showed the edges of his canines, and he gave you that innocent puppy dog look. You groaned out.

"We'll talk later." You warned, but your tone was playful. You finally slipped a smile as you stood on the tip of your toes to give Dean a kiss on the lips. He happily leaned down to meet you halfway. And then you kissed your little girl, leaving kisses all over her tiny face.

She giggled, nearly jumping out of her dad's arms into yours. Dean happily passed her over to you, his hip starting to get numb. You held her happily, pressing a kiss to the mess of her bedhead. God, the more this one grew, the more she looked like Dean. The same green eyes, the same freckled cheeks. But she had your nose, and her hair was a shade darker than Dean's, closer to Sam's brown. But you knew that she would be the spitting image of her dad when she grew older.

"Did you help daddy make breakfast?" You asked Rosie, and she nodded excitedly.

"Yeah! I helps daddy make pancakes." You gasped, lips parted to share her excitement.

"Those are gonna be the yummiest of pancakes, right sweetheart?" Dean leaned down, nudging her cheek with his finger. She nodded.

"Alright, little one, go sit with Sammy, we'll bring you out some pancakes, okay?" You told the little girl, and she nodded again, mumbling an 'okay'. You smiled at her, pressing a kiss to her forehead before you set her down her tiny feet. She had spent her whole short life in this bunker. You were sure she could find her way around the general area.

"Tell Sammy he's a nerd for me." Dean called out to Rosie as she ran off, chanting that her uncle Sammy was a nerd. Dean was smiling proudly to himself. He was raising her right.

"You're an ass." You playfully scolded him, and he gave you a look of feign innocence. He shrugged at you.

"I ever tell you how beautiful you look in the morning?" He irked his lips at you, resting his hands on your hips as he pulled you close. God he had missed you so fucking much.

"Missed you, too, hun." You leaned up on your toes, pressing a kiss to his jaw. He tried to hide it, muffle the sound, but he winced when your hand touched his cheek.

Your eyebrows furrowed, and you immediately pulled back to look at his face. You hadn't noticed the red bruise on his cheek, on the purple bruising around his eye. You gasped quietly, gently brushing the tip of your fingers over the bruised skin. He scrunched up his face at you, about to pull back, but you shot him a sharp look.

"I'm fine, baby. Just some bruises. You shoulda seen the other guy." He grinned, trying to humor you, but the concern didn't leave your face.

"I don't want to, actually." You sighed softly, your eyes falling to his chest, avoiding his eyes.

You wouldn't say it to his face, not actually. How could you? He never lied to you, from the moment he wanted something real with you he told you the truth. You knew exactly what you were getting yourself into with him. Sammy and hunting come with the package— he told you. And you accepted it. All of it. You married him anyway. You gave him a daughter anyway. But God, it terrified you beyond words that he was still hunting. That he still left you and your little girl for days at a time. And that he would come home with new scars and bruises that would last days. But at times— like this one— you feared that neither of them would come home at all.

"Sweetheart…" There was a bit of warning in his voice. He could read you so easily. He grabbed your face, forcing your head up to look at him now. "What is it?"

"You worry me, Dean. Look at your face. I don't even want to know how it looks under your shirt." Your eyes fell to the side, and your chest filled with ache as you tried to say the right words. "I'm sorry, I know I have no right to guilt trip you. But your daughter missed you, I missed you, and we need you, Dean, that's all."

Dean said nothing at this, his face stayed unreadable as he listened to you. And he heard you, he heard you loud and clear. He felt pressure on his chest and a sick feeling to his stomach. Fuck, he had grown soft.

"C'mere." He pulled you to his chest. He rested his hand on your hair, and he sighed softly when you threw your arms around his torso. "You know I love you, and Rosie, so much, right?"

You nodded against his chest. "I know babe, I love you, too."

We need you, Dean.

"Daddy! I told uncle Sammy he's a— a nerd!" Rosie announced loudly when she saw you and Dean again. And you had to hide your smile at the pointed look Sam shot his older brother.

Dean played dumb, his lips falling open, and he clicked his tongue in disapproval. "I'm telling ya, Sammy, I dunno where she learns it from."

"Yeah, great parenting dude." Sam rolled his eyes at Dean, and he could only snort in response.

"Yeah, well, here's my apology." Dean shrugged, setting down a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in front of Sam with a shit eating smile. Sam pretended to be offended, but he ate the plate in front of him without protesting.

"Alright, Rosie, you wanna eat some pancakes before school?" You set the plate with the smaller portion of pancakes and bacon in front of her and she nodded happily.

"Yes, please!" She excitedly grabbed a fork and dug in, but stopped a second later and looked at Dean. "Daddy can I has syrup?"

"Sure, baby." He practically saturated her plate with syrup and then his own. You shook your head at how alike they were already. You shared a knowing look with Sam and sighed softly, eating from your own plate.

You didn't often have the chance to have breakfast as a family, so you always treasured little moments like this when you had them. And deep in your heart, you wished you had moments like this more.

~~~~~~

"Sweetheart, you in here?" Dean peeked his head into your shared bedroom, his eyes darting around for a few seconds, and then his lips curved up at the sight of you on your shared bed, face deep in your laptop.

"Hi love," You smiled at him, setting your laptop aside to greet him. He happily joined your side, his lips pressing a kiss to yours instantly. "You left Rosie at school, right?"

Your words were stern as was the look you gave him. He pulled back and pouted. You were definitely scolding him for the time he decided to take Rosalie on a drive with Baby just because she asked instead of dropping her off at school.

"'Course I did. No rides in Baby this time, I promise." He smiled at you, and you rolled your eyes.

"Hope so." He saw you reach for your laptop again so he decided to speak again.

Dean thought about it. He thought about it all morning. He drove around town for another hour just to get his thoughts straight.

"Listen, I was thinkin' 'bout what you said this morning.."

You shook your head at him, "I'm sorry, Dean, I know I shouldn't have. Let's just forget about it, yeah?"

"Hey, no, don't do that. Let's not forget about it." You frowned at him, but you didn't respond, so he kept talking. "You're right. I know you are. Hell, I got thrown around so hard, I don't know how I got outta bed this morning. I thought about you, thought about Rosie. Thought about my old man, too."

You frowned softly, resting your hand on the back of his neck, fingers threading through the short hair gently, "Dean.."

"I don't want to be like my old man. I don't want to leave you and Rosie alone anymore, I just can't."

You straightened up, a bit unsure where he was getting at.

"Dean, baby, what are you trying to say?"

"You and Rosie deserve a normal life, a house, all of that shit." Dean breathed out the words, and he held your face in his hands, a tiny smile on his lips. "I want to try it. A normal life. Don't you?"

"I… Dean.." You sighed out softly, attempting to process his words. You stared at him long and hard, and all you saw was love, his green eyes were sincere. "I wouldn't force you to give up hunting. I mean, that's all you've known? And what about Sam? I just—"

"That's exactly it. I'm… I'm so goddamn tired of the life. Don't get me wrong, we save people, hell, we've saved the world, but is that really all worth it if I can't come home to my wife and daughter?" He tilted his head, his free hand was on your thigh, and he squeezed softly. "And Sammy, I know he's tired of it too. He's always wanted a normal life. But he stayed because of me. If I get out, I know he'll do it, too. He's done it before. Who knows, maybe he can find his own pretty girl to marry and have a couple of kids with."

For the longest time, Dean had refused to even consider doing anything else with his life, doing anything better. This was all he had ever known, all he was ever actually good at, right? But lately, God, just lately, he was seeing that light at the end of the tunnel. You and Rosalie were right there. And if you were there with him, the rest of the world could go to hell for all he cared.

"Dean, I love you, I loved you then, hunter and all, and I will love you no matter what. But if you want to settle down.." You breathed out a soft laugh, the words sounding so nice when you said them out loud. You leaned closer to him, a smile on your lips as you pressed your forehead against his. "We'll settle down. A house, normal jobs, play dates, all of it."

"Christ, what did I ever do to deserve you in my life?" He smiled wide, and he pressed a hard kiss to your lips. It was warm, loving.

"Mhmm, so, what would a former hunter do for a living?"

"I'm pretty good with cars aren't I? What do you say? Think I should open my own car shop?"

Your husband as a mechanic? That wouldn't be half bad.

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[deanbrainrotwritings]

— SEMPITERNAL

SUMMARY : part II of gimme half. vanilla is a basic flavour. but sometimes it’s just the right thing for mornings like this.  

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), p in v, smut, unprotected sex, fluff

WORD COUNT : 2.2k

A/N : bring me the horizon song title. ah, the second day of January, getting closer to Dean’s bday, it will be the best day of my life or the worst. I have ocd (so does my mom) so idk what’s normal lmao Xxxx

It must have all been a dream. 

She would never go to her neighbour’s house. Not when they were supposed to hate each other. Not when it was freezing cold. Not at night. Not close to Christmas…

He was very pretty though, in her dreams. Still, so pretty. Irresistible. Hot. Frustrating. Adorable. A million lovely things. It felt very real. So real. 

His lips. All pink, warm, soft, and sweet. His hands. Rough, warm, calloused, and skilful. His skin. Freckled, covered in scars, tattooed, hot. God… she wanted that in reality, too. To feel it against every inch of her skin once more. She especially wanted what’s between his legs. 

Were her sheets always this cold? This thin and… not downy at all? 

If she could return to her dream. That would be nice. Making friends with her enemy, Dean… Well, making love is more what it was. Very rough, desperate, hot love. 

She grumbled sleepily, lifting the sheet up her body. Trying to get her arms warm, to stop the cold from getting through the openings. Something stopped her, something hard behind her, and she didn’t want to wake up. 

And wait… why was the window in the opposite direction? 

She rubbed her bleary eyes and looked around the unfamiliar room, the beige and white bed sheets that were definitely not hers. The pictures and posters on the walls were unfamiliar…

She sat up on the bed slowly and twisted her body cautiously to peek at whoever was sleeping beside her. 

Her eyes widened, her jaw dropped slightly. 

Dean. 

She shut her mouth and smiled, trying not to laugh at the events that occurred the night before. They were definitely not a dream. For her bravery, she deserved a treat. Maybe six.

He really did look pretty. 

Those muscular arms holding his pillow, skin freckled and lightly tanned. The sheets clung tightly to his hips, that tiny, narrow waist of his. So jealous. And… oh, God, he wasn’t wearing anything. 

His lips were parted slightly, pink and swollen from sleep, maybe from all the kissing they were doing the previous night. He had the prettiest lashes, so long, thick, curled naturally. What even was he? Those gorgeous freckles scattered across his nose and cheeks. His messy hair looked so soft. 

Peaceful. Relaxed. 

The sunlight made him look even more divine. Honey and gold, a verdant forest, a soft flower in a meadow. Springtime in the winter. That was Dean.

She looked around his room, she was completely naked. Some warm clothes and fluffy socks to keep the cold at bay would be nice. 

She opened his drawer to look for some socks, sliding the top drawer out. She blinked at the contents inside. A vibrating cock ring stood out from the other things inside, in rose pink. She chuckled. There were a few candy wrappers, jolly ranchers, unused condoms in the front, a steel gun over books. Cute. There were old movie tickets, a Bob Seger cassette tape, Crime and Punishment, Persuasion, The Lord of the Rings, and 11/22/63. He’s so hot.

She closed it quietly and opened the second one. One half had perfectly folded, plain black t-shirts and the other half had only white t-shirts. She pulled out a black shirt from the top and put it on carefully. She took a deep breath of the scent of the softener that remained and sighed. Yum.

She opened the third and final one. Finally socks. They were neatly organised, folded, tightly fitting in rows and columns. Blue penguin socks caught her attention, but so did the pink ones with otters, the purple ones with avocados, and the green ones with giraffes. Could he get any more endearing?

She picked the boring black ones at the back. What if the fun socks were special to him? 

She got out of his bed, walking quietly across his very cute bedroom, and into the bathroom. His very clean bathroom. 

She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Thank God for the shower she took with Dean last night. No raccoon face from her eyeliner this morning. But she was definitely sore. Good sore. 

He’s so… hospitable. And a billion other things, too many lovely things to list. She laughed quietly to herself, turning the water on in the sink to wash her face. 

Maybe she shouldn’t get too ahead of herself with these thoughts and feelings. Last night was fast, blurry, heated, and emotional. Things could change, she knew that better than anyone. Morning clarity. After sex clarity? Who knows.  

It would be impossible not to have marks over her body after the night they had. She turned the water off, gently shook her hands in the sink, and used the shirt to pat her face dry. Curiously, she kept the shirt up, and stared down at her body. 

There were bruises on her hips the shape of his fingers. And Reddish-purplish marks on her breasts, sternum, and stomach, even higher up on her collarbone. There were bite marks on her shoulders that stung to touch-

“Sorry about those,” Dean’s raspy morning voice made her jump. She dropped the shirt and crossed her arms over her chest, smiling timidly at Dean. She didn’t know why. After the hot night they had together, being seen naked the next morning should be the last thing to make her this flustered. 

“I’m not getting in the way of your secret escape, am I?” He changed the subject, teasingly smirking at her. He pushed himself off the doorframe. Unfortunately, he was wearing a soft grey robe tied loosely around his waist, some grey slippers, and his hair was a cute-slash-sexy mess. 

“No…” she replied softly, running her fingers through her somewhat messy hair. It still felt wet… maybe she should have stopped Dean from throwing her into his bed after their shower, but he seemed more than thrilled to bury his face between her legs. God, that stubble on his jaw felt amazing between her sensitive thighs. 

“Good,” he mumbled tiredly, smiling down at her. 

He was irresistible. She could already feel heat forming between her legs, wetness seeping from her entrance, and her heart pound quickly in the casket of bones the closer he got. 

Maybe it was those pretty green eyes of his, the burning fire in his gaze simmering deep within the golden specks. He checked her out from head to toe slowly, shamelessly, devouringly. Why would he have any shame after the night they had?

Her body reacted to him embarrassingly fast. Like two atoms, she ached to be fused together with him. Being in his presence just felt right. It felt fiery, more now than last night, more than when he was asleep. When he was asleep, he was more than adorable, but now… She wanted him on her again. 

Her skin burned like acid rain had dripped down over her body, but it was just his hungry eyes. It was the memory of his mouth, his tongue, his lips, and his teeth. All marking her, making her his own.

Her lungs ached for slower, deeper breaths as he sucked the oxygen from the room with that deep, husky voice of his. He left her breathless, with those soft eyes and tender smile.

All he did was put toothpaste on the brush he gave her last night. He smiled when he gave it to her, his fingers brushed against hers, like jumpstarting the dead battery of a car. 

She tried to hide the sharp inhale when she took the toothbrush from him by biting her lip. He seemed to like her reaction, a smile tugged at his lips, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to and neither did she. 

She watched him do the same to his own toothbrush and slowly, wordlessly, he started to brush his teeth. 

“Cute cock ring,” she told him casually, and began brushing her own teeth. He almost spit out the toothpaste and saliva when he laughed, a very beautiful laugh that made her insides warm and melty like cheese in a burger, or butter on pancakes, or whipped cream on waffles. 

She was hungry. 

“You looked through my stuff,” he stated, a mouthful of toothpaste still in his mouth. He continued to brush his teeth, staring at her the whole time rather than looking into the mirror. His eyes were sparkling, and not just because of the cold winter sunlight. 

“I was cold,” she shrugged, then spit out what she had left before continuing to brush. He spit everything out at last, regarding her with a smirk. 

“Guess I shoulda been a better host.” Dean finished brushing his teeth and she did soon after as well, waiting for him to finish freshening up from the doorframe.

“You more than made up for it last night,” she grinned, catching the smirk on his face, the sudden dreaminess that washed over his green eyes. Her insides twisted excitedly and he finally looked at her with those soft verdurous eyes.

“Are you still cold?” He teased when he finished, reaching for her waist and gently tugging her forward, and away from the doorway. She shook her head ‘no’ and smiled up at him. “Too bad,” he hummed, biting his lip. “You chose boring socks,” he pouted, then leaned down to kiss her. 

She smiled against his lips. The kiss somehow felt more… warm than last night, and… well, like the birth of a star. Warmth bloomed in her chest, like a flower kissed by sunlight in the morning. It was like being reborn, like breathing the cleanest air.

“I was trying to be considerate,” she mumbled when he pulled away from her lips. He tilted his head with a confused smile, and moved her backwards, leading her back to his bed.

“Considerate?” Dean slowly lifted the shirt, his fingertips teasing her warm skin as he slid it up her body. 

“Read my mind,” she whispered, throwing the clean shirt on his desk when it was around her wrists above her head. 

“I don’t read minds,” he grinned down at her, pecking her lips. She hummed softly, amused just because he made her smile, and untied his robe. He humoured her anyway, staring at her as she climbed onto the bed, her soft hands moving up his torso slowly exploring, memorising, worshipping. “You… are so cute,” he teased, leaning forward to kiss her again. 

She pressed her lips against his, moaning quietly against his mouth. She pushed the robe off his shoulders and he threw it over the small, sage-coloured sofa he had placed by the window that was opened to her house. 

“That’s not reading my mind.” She buried her fingers in his hair and began crawling backwards, her warm tongue tracing his plump lips. He cursed softly against her mouth, kissing her back with as much force, and climbed up the bed with her.

“I told you,” he panted, lowering his body over hers once her head fell onto the pillows, “I don't read minds.” She pulled Dean down, closer to her, arms circled around his neck, legs parted for his hips to fit perfectly in between.

“I think you see through me,” she whispered, lapping at the red mark positioned on his pulse, making him moan softly. She couldn’t believe she felt insecure about it at first, but now, it was hot that he could read her, that he could figure her out in seconds. For however long he's been hunting, she had no doubt he was much more clever than he led on. 

“You think wearing a pair of what might be my favourite socks will make me… sad?” He tried, barely moving away from her mouth. She snickered upon releasing how ridiculous it sounded out loud, she nodded anyway.

“I’d be upset,” she shrugged, sliding her hands down his back, his taut muscles shifting beneath her hands. 

“Exactly why I said you’re cute,” he told her softly, rocking his hips against hers. She shook her head in denial, dragging her lips back up to his. His cock slid through her soaked folds, teasingly nudging her entrance, tortuously rubbing her clit. “You hungry?” He asked, leaning on one arm placed by her head.

“Dirty intent with that question?” She teased, nibbling his bottom lip. He laughed deeply, pressing his cock into her, slowly pushing in. 

“Wanted to make ya breakfast,” he huffed, moaning with her when he pulled out gently and pushed back into her warmth. “So… breakfast?” His hand travelled freely down her sides, tenderly brushing against the bruises on her skin. 

“Only if you’ll make me breakfast often,” she played quietly. With a husky moan, he slid his hands back up her sides, thumbing her sensitive nipples. He dropped his forehead to her shoulder, smiling at her words, the tightening of her walls around him taking him to the brink of delectable release and delirious insanity.

“Only if you’re mine,” he rasped, taking her wrist to slide his hand into hers, pressing it into the pillow, and above her head. 

“Yes,” she whispered, squeezing his hand, slipping her other hand into his hair. He lifted his face to stare into her sincere gaze, brought his freehand between their bodies to rub circles on her clit. 

“To breakfast or being mine?” Dean inquired, rolling his hips swiftly into her. She moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist, keeping him close, and drawing his lips closer with her hand clutching the short hair behind his head.

“Yes,” she murmured, drawing a soft laugh from him as she pressed a deep kiss to his warm lips.

➥ summer’s stellar gaze

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Auntie Row

Rowena & Winchester little sister!reader, team free will & Winchester!reader

Requested by anonymous

Synopsis: Rowena has a soft spot for the Winchester’s little sister, and they get into lots of trouble together (I suck at synopsis, just read the fic it’s better)

Warnings: honestly nothing, time frame makes no sense with reader’s age but 🤷‍♀️

“Rowena, what do you think you’re doing?”

The witch looked up in surprise when the Winchester brothers entered.

“Sammy!” You, the brothers’ six-year-old sister, ran straight to your big brother and giggled when he lifted you into his arms.

“Oh, you’re back,” Rowena said, cringing. “That was quick.”

“Auntie Row is teaching me how to do magic, like Hermione!” You babbled excitedly.

“Rowena…” Dean growled in warning.

“Now now, she’s a growing girl!” Rowena defended herself. “Learning magic is a perfectly natural part of growing up.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” Sam scoffed.

“But Sammy!” You whined.

“Nu-uh,” Sam shook his head. “C’mon, it’s about time you had a nap.” He carried you out without another word to Rowena, who huffed dramatically and started to gather her belongings.

“When we said you could watch Y/N—“ Dean began, but Rowena cut him off.

“I know you didn’t mean this, but honestly Dean Winchester, how d’you expect the girl to defend herself if she can’t use magic?”

“She doesn’t have to,” Dean insisted. “We’ll protect her.”

“Oh honestly, you can’t be around her all the time! If she had magic, she could—“

“For the last time Rowena; no.” Dean’s tone left no room for argument.

“Uh, guys.” Sam returned to the room with a slight frown on his face. “Y/N said she wants Rowena to continue her story from last night. She’s refusing to sleep without it.”

“Well,” Rowena smirked. “Duty calls.”

“Hey.” Dean caught Rowena by the arm, and she glared at him. “Magic always comes with a price. I don’t want her to have to pay it.”

Rowena softened.

“I understand, Dean Winchester.”

His grip slackened, and Rowena left to go to you.

…

“I have a little something for you,” Rowena said as she stepped into your room.

“Can we finish the story?” You asked.

“Of course, sweet girl, of course. But first, I want to show you something. You remember that cursed necklace from the story? The one that protected the witch from the angry mob?”

“Uh-huh.” You nodded excitedly.

“Well, I think it’s time it protected someone else.” Rowena grinned, unclasping the necklace that was hidden behind her shirt and carefully putting it on you.

“Really?” Your eyes went wide as you stared up at the witch.

“Yes. That will protect you from anyone who wants to harm you. That way you don’t have to use any magic, just like your brothers said.”

“Thank you, Auntie Row,” you breathed sincerely, reverence painting your tone as you admired the glowing red jewel.

Rowena leaned forward and kissed your forehead.

“You’re very welcome, sweet thing. Now, let’s finish that story, shall we?”

…

“Kiddo, please, it’s just for a few days,” Sam tried to soothe you, but you still wouldn’t let go of his leg and continued to cry. “Mary’s gonna take good care of you, I promise.”

“I could really help you guys on this one,” Mary argued.

“She needs someone to watch her,” Dean reasoned.

“And why am I the automatic choice?” Mary countered.

“You two are not helping,” Sam said through gritted teeth as he picked you up, letting you lay your head on his shoulder. He hated Mary’s distance from you; you were John’s, but not hers. He understood her reason for not getting close to you, but you were just a little kid, and you didn’t deserve that. Sam just rubbed your back, still trying to soothe you as you continued to sniffle.

“If you boys needed help, you could’ve just asked.”

The three adults turned in surprise at the sound of Rowena’s voice.

“I mean honestly, it’s not like I haven’t babysat before.”

Dean was hesitant. “I don’t know if—“

“Sounds like a plan,” Mary said, going to grab her duffel. She tossed over her shoulder, “now I can help on the hunt!”

“Am I gonna stay with Auntie Row?” You asked Sam, your eyes wide and pleading.

“I…yeah honey, you are,” Sam sighed.

“Yay!” You grinned, wiping your tears away and squirming in Sam’s grip.

“Ok, ok,” Sam chuckled, lowering you to the ground so you could run to Rowena for a hug. “It’s probably best that you guys don’t stay in the bunker.” Sam directed his next words at the witch holding his little sister. “The bunker’s system still goes a little wonky with a witch inside, so one of your safe houses is probably a better idea.”

“That works for me.” Rowena grinned. “How would you like to go to Paris, sweet thing?” She asked you.

“This is a horrible idea,” Dean sighed. But he still grabbed his bag and headed out to Baby anyway.

…

“We’re back!” Sam called as he stepped into the bunker.

“Sammy! De!” You squealed, running to your big brothers and reaching them just as they came down the stairs. Dean scooped you into his arms and held you tight, comforted to see such a happy sight after such a grueling hunt.

“Hey, what’s this?” Sam asked, noticing your outfit.

“Auntie Row took me to shops in Paris, and we got a lot of clothes!” You babbled excitedly as Dean let Sam pull you into his arms.

“You’re spoiling her, Rowena,” Dean chuckled, no longer quite so hesitant about the witch now that he saw how happy you were.

“And she deserves every bit of it,” Rowena said.

…

“Ow!”

“I’m sorry darling, but you must sit still!”

“What’s going on in here?” Sam asked curiously as he stepped into your room to see you and Rowena sitting in front of your vanity.

“I’m trying to do her hair, but she won’t stop squirming,” Rowena explained, running a little pink brush through your hair.

“It’s all knotty!” You whined.

“Well it won’t be in a minute,” Rowena said.

Sam just smiled as he watched you, finally getting experiences that you’d never had before; motherly experiences.

The more he watched, though, the more he noticed how much you were squirming, and how much you seemed to be whining.

“Hey, you seem kinda grumpy, kid. Did you get a nap today?” He asked, coming to stand beside you and Rowena.

“Yeah,” you sniffled.

“You’re kinda pale,” he muttered under his breath, getting on one knee and reaching the back of his hand out to touch your forehead. “Jeez kid, you’re burning up.”

“She’s ill?” Rowena put the brush down and turned your chair around so you were facing her, repeating Sam’s gesture and checking your temperature. “She is quite hot.”

“Hey, let’s get you into some pjs, ok?” Sam suggested, lifting you into his arms. “You should get some sleep.”

“I already had a nap!” You insisted, squirming in Sam’s arms.

“Hey Sammy, I think I found us a case,” Dean said, stepping into your room. “Something wrong?”

“She’s got a fever,” Sam sighed. “You should go without me.”

“Oh nonsense,” Rowena spoke up. “Just leave her with me.”

“I don’t want to leave her when she’s sick,” Sam argued.

“Oh she’ll be fine,” Rowena insisted. “I’ll give her some herbs and she’ll be out like a light, she’ll sleep until you get back.”

“I don’t know…” Sam sighed.

“How about this,” Rowena said. “You put her to bed, and leave once she’s asleep. I’ll watch over her, and I’ll call you if she worsens.”

“Alright.” Sam looked at you. “Is that ok kiddo?”

You nodded sleepily, suddenly not so eager to fight another nap.

“Sammy, my tummy hurts,” you whimpered.

Sam nearly melted at this, more reluctant than ever to leave you.

“I know sweetheart, c’mon let’s get you into some pjs and then you can go to sleep, ok?”

Sam helped you get dressed while Dean packed for the hunt. It didn’t take long to have you tucked into bed, and you fell asleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow.

Sam lingered in your doorway, unsure about leaving you like this.

“She’ll be fine,” Rowena soothed the Winchester brother. “She’s asleep, and I’ll call you if anything changes.”

“Alright,” Sam sighed, grabbing the bag that Dean had packed him. “Just…take care of her, ok?”

“Always,” Rowena responded.

And she did. When the Winchester brothers returned, your fever had broken and you were resting on the couch with Rowena, some cartoon playing on the tv.

“Hello boys,” she greeted when she saw them.

“Hey kid.” Sam went straight to you, brushing your hair away from your face. “Are you feeling any better?”

Rowena went to speak to Dean while you answered Sam with a distracted “yeah,” continuing to watch your cartoon.

“Her fever broke,” she explained to him. “I think it’s best if she rests a bit more, though.”

“Thank you, Rowena,” Dean said sincerely. “She really seems to like you.”

Rowena smiled. “She does, doesn’t she?”

…

“Did you have fun?” Sam asked you.

You nodded, finally pulling your gaze from the cartoon.

“Yeah, I like Auntie Row!”

Sam smiled softly.

“I’m glad.”

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Heyy, I saw you wanted some Dean requests and I think I have something in mind.

What about an headcanon where the reader is female and she isn't really skinny but not fat, like she hasn't a flat tummy or skinny thighs and she's just insecure, but he reassures her? And maybe it's a bit smutty if you want?

I hope I didn't cross any boundaries! Feel free not to write it, it just crossed my mind because that's how my body is and sometimes I'm insecure because in every fic reader is skinny or plus size, and there isn't much about middle size :/

Wish you a good day 🖤🖤

Insecure {Dean Winchester x f!reader!}

a/n: i love dean sm. i hope you enjoy this!! <33

warnings: swearing, kinda shit ending i’m sorry, smut, unprotected sex, praise, oral (f receiving), fingering, reader talking bad about herself, mid-sized reader!! please ignore the pov changes and the uncapatization LMFAO i’m so sorry. not proofread it’s 1am i cannot

As soon as y/n walked into the small, cramped motel room, Dean knew something was wrong with her. The usual confident and happy aura that followed her was diminished into a bland light. Deans first thought was that it could’ve been from the hunt they had just finished. It was a hard one, too many vampires and not enough bullets to handle the whole nest, leading to some injuries. But, on further inspection, he realized how she sat on the motel bed, barley touching her food and playing with her fingers, picking at her nails. All of which were crystal clear signs that she was not okay. Dean studied her quizzically, not wanting to pry but wanting to make sure his girlfriend was okay.

after a couple moments, he spoke up.

“hey, you good? you haven’t touched the food you bought.” he said in his gruff voice, concern laced through.

y/n looked up at him, her eyes shined and her arms draped over her stomach.

“oh, yeah. i’m fine.” she shrugged, poking at her food with her fork, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

Dean shook his head. Y/n was obviously bothered.

“bullshit. you’re picking at your food. what’s wrong?” he asked, moving to sit closer to her.

Y/n shook her head, looking anywhere but at dean.

“it’s stupid.” she said, fiddling with her clothes.

Dean sighed, grasping one of her hands in his. he enjoyed how her hand slipped around his, their fingers tangling together.

“nothing you’re feeling is ‘stupid’, baby. talk to me.” he said, giving her hand a light squeeze

y/n looked away from him again, getting up from the edge of the bed and letting his hand fall from hers.

“i just..” she took a moment to collect her thoughts. how should she even word this? what if dean thought it was dumb after all?

“i hate the way i look sometimes.” she spoke softly.

“my stomach isn’t flat, but i’m not like… plus-size or whatever. my thighs rub together when i walk and i have flab under my arms and i just… it’s like im i between skinny and fat and i just.. i hate it dean.” y/n ranted, running a hand through her hair in frustration.

Dean was silent for a beat, just staring at y/n with a look on his face. it was crazy to him that she could even say that about herself.

“y/n..” a beat.

“you’re the most gorgeous woman i’ve ever met. i’m not just saying that because i’m your boyfriend. i’m saying it because it’s true. i live for your thighs and i adore your stomach just the way it looks. your face is the cutest thing i’ve ever seen. You’re literally my dream. a goddess.” he said, taking your hand and pulling you into his lap.

“you drive me crazy.” he whispered, burying his face between her shoulder and neck, pressing soft kisses to the sensitive skin. y/n shuddered at the feeling, goosebumps arising on her arms.

“i just think you deserve better than me.” y/n whispered out. deans grip tightened on her slightly, his head raising to meet her eyes.

Dean lifted his hand, gripping her chin gently and turning her face towards his. he moved his hand up further, gently running his thumb over her bottom lip.

“there is no one better than you, y/n.” he whispered gently, pressing his lips to hers in a very gentle, soft kiss. “you’re mine. my girl. i wouldn’t change that for the world.” he breathed the words into her mouth, his breath fanning over her lips.

“dean..” she mumbled softly, not believing him.

“let me show you. let me show you how much i love you.” he whispered again, craning his neck and gently kissing her jawline.

all y/n could do was nod, swallowing the saliva in her mouth and closing her eyes, basking in the moment.

“would you like that?” he asked, his voice a gruff whisper. y/n nodded again, her hands gripping his hair gently.

“use your words, babygirl.” he whispered, running his tongue over the spot on her neck.

“yes, please Dean.” she whispered, nodding softly.

that was all he needed to hear as he moved so she stood, he towered over her. his hands roamed up and down her sides, squeezing her hips. he pushed her so she was sitting on the edge of the bed. he got down to his knees, lifting his hand up and unbuttoning her jeans.

“your thighs? they drive me crazy, baby.” he whispered, pulling her jeans off and pulling her legs apart gently, pressing soft kisses to her inner thigh. his hands ran up and down the sides of them, his calloused fingers gently caressing her skin. his hands traveled upwards again, tracing the outline of her panties and the area where her stomach spilled over slightly.

“beautiful.” he mumbled softly, kissing just slightly above her panties. his fingers moved back down between her thighs, moving to press his thumb against her clothed clit, moving his fingers around her panties and smiling softly, leaning up to press a kiss to her lips.

“so pretty.” he whispered into her mouth, gently biting her bottom lip as he let his fingers linger, moving up her thighs again. his fingers played with the waistband of her panties, dipping in and back out, teasing her.

“i want to make you feel so good, baby.” he whispered, kissing her clothed pussy. y/n let out a small whimper, moving her hips slightly.

“please dean. yes.” she whispered, holding his hair in her fist.

deans fingers looped around her panties, tugging them off and biting his lip.

“oh, baby.” he said softly, running two fingers over her pussy lips.

“you’re so pretty.” he whispered, looking up at her.

Dean maneuvered her legs to be ontop of his shoulders, using his pointer and middle finger to spread her pussy apart, his eyes shining as they landed on her wet cunt, glistening with arousal. he carefully leaned his head in, pressing his tongue flat against her pussy. she let out an audible moan, the warmth of his tongue in contrast to the cold air of the motel room sent chills down her spine.

His mouth closed around her clit, sucking and licking, filthy sounds flooded the previously quiet room. y/n’s moans bounced off the walls, flooding deans ears and only motivating him to go faster, adding more pressure with his tongue and mouth. he brought his hand up, pushing his middle finger inside of her, easing out a louder moan.

“you like that, y/n?” he said with a smile, the vibrations of his voice only sending more volts of pleasure through her clit. Another moan ripped through her as dean pumped his finger in and out of her hole, flexing his finger while inside and ghosting over her g-spot. she gasped, grinding her hips against him and moaning as he increased the speed. she wanted more, needed more. his mouth sucked, licked around her clit, spitting on it gently and moaning.

“feel good, babygirl?” he asked, increasing the speed of both his finger and mouth. all y/n could do was whimper out a soft “yes..” and her moans increased, hips rocking against her face.

“dean.. please.” she whimpered. she wanted more of him, more pleasure.

“please what?” he teased. “use your words, baby.” he said, slowing down his pace just slightly.

“more.. please.” she moaned out, moving her hips again.

“good girl.” he whispered, adding another finger inside of her and pumping fast, sucking and licking her clit, spitting and toying with it as his free hand reached up and took her clothed breast into his hand, feeling how hard her nipple was under her shirt and giving it a light pinch, rolling it between his fingers. y/n was a moaning mess, her legs shaking and forwarding beading with sweat.

“dean i-i’m so fucking close.” she moaned out, holding his hair in her fist and guiding his face just where she needed.

his fingers sped up the pace, feverishly moving inside of her and pressing against her g-spot. his tongue battled against her clit, sucking and moaning softly.

“cum for me, baby.” he whispered, speeding up his fingers.

y/n’s legs shook, her toes curled and her head flung back, eyes closing tightly as her jaw dropped, moans falling from her lips. dean looked up at her, grazing his tongue over her clit in soft stripes, his hot breath fanning over her swollen, throbbing mound. as she came down from her high, she looked down at Dean, his head still between her thighs. her arousal fluid and cum was shone on his lips, chin and nose. his fingers were glistening as well.

“you did so well, babygirl. so well.” he whispered, leaning up and pressing a kiss to her lips.

“mmh~ dean.” she moaned softly. “i.. i want you to feel good too.” she whispered into the kiss.

he shook his head.

“no, no baby. this is all about you. you needed this. i love doing it. i love you so much.” he whispered back, very gently caressing her thighs.

“but.. but dean..” she whispered softly.

“do you want more?” he asked softly. “only if you want it.” he said, kissing her neck again. she nodded feverishly, feeling his hands sneak below her shirt.

“dean, i want you. wanna feel your dick inside me.” she whimpered softly as he took her shirt off. his hands ran over her braless chest, rolling her nipples inbetween his fingers. her fingers toyed with his shirt, yanking it off and working on the button in his jeans. his mouth connect with her tit, sucking softly. she moaned again, throwing her head back.

“jesus, dean.” she moaned softly, still working on his button. he smiled, helping her and unbuttoning his jeans, sliding them off along with his boxers.

she laid on the bed, dean getting ontop of her.

“look at you.” he whispered, leaning down and kissing her chest again, tongue running over her nipple.

“you’re so pretty, y/n.” he whispered, using a hand to take his dick, gently running it over her sensitive clit, drawing another moan from her lips. her hands reached up, wrapping around his neck.

“i’m yours.” she whispered softly.

he nodded. “mine.” his voice hoarse as his lips met with hers again.

he carefully pushed his cock into her, moaning into her mouth at the contact as she did the same. he pushed further into her, her breath heavy. he let out a low moan, hiding his face on her neck.

“god, you feel so good.” he moaned out, dragging his hips back and forth slowly, getting a pace. y/n could do nothing but moan as his cock stretched her out, arousal dripping from her hole.

Dean sped up the pace, the sound of wetness, skin against skin and loud moans from both of the lovers filled the room.

y/n looked at dean through her eyelashes, her eyes meeting with his emerald green ones. he pressed his lips to hers again in a feverish kiss, speeding up his hips. y/n moaned into his mouth again. Dean let out multiple low moans, his eyes squeezing shut.

“dean~” she moaned his name, moving her hips in rhythm with his. he moaned louder, drawing in a gasp, grunting softly.

“goddamn, y/n.” he moaned, gripping her tit in one hand, rolling her nipple between his fingers. she moaned again, gasping as he pounded into her cunt.

he moaned, feeling her pussy instinctively tighten around his cock. his hand moved up and gently wrapped around her neck. not enough to hurt, but enough to make another moan fall from her lips. he groaned again, pounding into her.

“i love you.” he moaned into her neck, hearing her breathing getting heavier and heavier.

“god, i love you dean.” she moaned.

he groaned again, moaning into her neck as he sucked a hickey onto it.

“i-i’m close.” y/n whimpered, her legs shaking again.

“me too, babygirl. cum with me.” he moaned out, speeding up and moving his hand down to rub her clit with his thumb again.

Y/n lost it, loud moans fell from her mouth as the knot in her stomach came undone; her pussy throbbing, clenching around his thick, hard dick. her eyes rolled back as Dean kept pounding into her. she could hear his loud moans, hot spurts of cum shot into her as he moaned loudly, pressing his forehead to hers.

after a moment to calm down, dean spoke up.

“are you okay?” he asked softly, looking at her and carefully holding her face in his hand.

y/n nodded, trying to calm down her breathing.

“i’m okay. more than okay. you’re amazing.” she whispered, moaning again as he gently pulled out of her.

Dean smiled, kissing her forehead.

“i love you, y/n. never talk bad about yourself or your body again you are beautiful. i love you so much more than you know.” he whispered, kissing her again.

“let me clean you up. want to take a bath?” he asked in a whisper. y/n nodded, smiling as he picked her up and led her to the bathroom.

#love u mwah #thank you sm for this request #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x female!reader #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester x y/n #dean winchester smut #mid size reader

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Paintbrushes And Romance 🥰🐞 - Part 7

Dean x Reader

Part 7 🥰🐞

A/N: Can someone hand me a box of tissues please 🥹🥰🐞 Also side note, please comment down below and let me know what you think, if you wanna of course🥰🐞

Warnings: Violence, Swearing, Sexual Content, Heartbreak, Kidnapping, Trigger Warnings🙈

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Seeing him, listening to the sound of his voice, broke you, I thought I was stronger that this. He is ordering his usual, black coffee. Acting like his presence doesn't bother you, you go on typing away, not that a single damn word is making sense, the tears, threatening to spill over, and give away, "your strong woman" act.

You can feel his eyes burning on you, while he steals a quick glance, you don't want to meet his eyes, so you'll just pretend to be busy, even though the only thing your busy with, is trying not to break down and cry in front of everyone.

I can't, I can't do this shit, you say underneath your breath, you quickly pack everything up, put a few dollars down for the coffee, you notice, you didn't even touch the piece of chocolate mousse cake, Julie gave you! Eversince that day, you haven't had much of an appetite, not even for dessert.

Just waving, while running out the shop, unsure to where you want to go, honestly unsure of what to do with yourself, with your life without him , hell! tell me how did I turn into this person, to the woman who needs a man, not just any man but Dean Winchester! Tears streaming freely now, I've never in my life felt sadness that cuts this deep, leaving my damn heart in a thousand shreds. I should hate him, but oh how I love him.

.....

Showing up at your mom's house, she barely opened the door, when you knocked, you grab ahold of her in a heartbreaking way, sobs into her arms, mom tell me, please how do I let this pain go away, how do I forget about him, how do I move on when my heart is so torn apart, when all I want to do is run into his arms, searching for the comfort I always found there, tell me mom!, you say, tears making your mom's, brightly flowered shirt wet.

Oh honey, taking her fingers, trying to rub the tears away, only time will tell, my sweet girl. Mom, I don't want time to tell, I just want time to be turned back, back to when he loved me, when I was enough to make him happy, I just want him mom, with me, holding me, is that to much to ask for, your voice breaking now, is it mom?, I am not a bad person am I? Can't I just be really happy for once? Don't I deserve it mom?

Oh bug, you are breaking my heart, seeing you like this, I wish I could just bandage your heart together, make everything better, but I can't, not this time, but I'll tell you what, sweetie, let me make us some of that chamomile tea you like so much, then we can just sit and talk, or cry, or be in total silence, just what you need honey. Forming a little smile on your lips, that sounds nice thanks mom, we can talk, but not about this , anything else will do.

Sweet, soft smile coming from your moms lips, okay honey, did you hear about Mrs, Anderson, throwing lemonade, at Mrs Morgan, for stealing some of her flowers....

...

The two of you, spend the afternoon just talking about, light-hearted, topics, and also of course the surprise birthday party for the weekend for your dearest brother, oh how deeply you love him, the two of you are really close, but he is always away on business trips, so you kind of lost touch, but this weekend is all about catching up.

....

Giving your mom, one big heartfelt hug, I'll see you and daddy tonight, for dinner, you say while starting to walk towards the street, where you get into the cab, giving them your address, you need to freshen up for the free art classes you give for the kids at the church, you also need to try and cover up your swollen eyes. Your not much for makeup, you prefer just a little bit of mascara really, but you have a trick or two up your sleeve.

Arriving at your little house, which doesn't really feel the same anymore, it doesn't feel like a home without him, damnit escapes your lips, while throwing your keys on the kitchen countertop.

Just standing in the shower, while the hot water is running down your body, all you can think of, is the way he'd looked this morning, as if something is weighing, heavily on his shoulders, maybe he misses you, the thought enters your mind, you could've sworn your heart just skipped a beat, but you just suppress that little excitement of just maybe he feels the same. Getting out, the shower, grabbing the nearest towel, wrapping it tightly around your body.

Walking to your dresser, opting out for a pair of dark blue jeans, and a plain black t-shirt, with your favourite pair of flat black boots, before closing the dresser, is when you spot it, he's favourite red flannel shirt you stole, to wear whenever you'll just be lounging around the house, taking the shirt, holding it closely to your beating heart, breathing in, the woody musky scent coming, from the shirt holding too much memories.

A little tear escaping and rolling over your cheek. Throwing it back into the closet, like it's the shirt's fault, you turn around to your mirror so that you can put on some makeup and get your hair done, deciding that you'll be going for the loosely braided hair you like so much.

You were just about done, when you hear your phone receiving a message, its from Eileen, "Hey sweetie, how are you doing? Listen you and me, we are going out for a girls night tomorrow, Sam's working late again so it's you and me, painting this town red, okay no excuses.!" A little smile forming across your lips, honestly you don't feel much like going out, but maybe she needs it just as much as you do. Texting her back , yeah hun let's do it , sounds like fun. I'll bring the red paint, with a laughing emoji, and some hugs and kisses you send the message.

Getting out the cab at church, grabbing your art supplies, walking towards the big welcoming doors, you breathe in, let's do this, you put on a big smile, hoping it'll take away the sadness in your eyes.

......

Okay kids that's it for tonight, I'll see you again on Friday, and remember, there is no right or wrong when it comes to art, just let your heart do the talking, each of the kids between the ages of seven and thirteen, comes to give you a hug, before heading out, oh you truly loved every one so much.

Last little girl, named Tiffany to give you a hug, come running up to you , she's 7 and has so much potential of being an artist one day, hugging you, looking you in the eyes with her big brown eyes, asking you when is uncle Dean coming to visit again. You just hug her tightly and say, not sure honey, he is very busy at work, oh okay, she says, I miss him, have to go now... Love you, bye, she goes running off!

Oh that little one, has no idea, what she's done, sitting down, with your hands covering your face trying, to be strong, trying to fight back the heartbreak, from damming up in your eyes, you feel a hand firmly, but softly resting on your shoulder, turning around to see Pastor Cas, hi, Pastor you said trying to hide the pain in your voice.

Are you okay, concern on his face, I will listen if you wanted to talk. Thank you Pastor, but is fine, I'll get better eventually, you say while getting up from your sitting position, gathering all the art supplies, you hear Pastor Cas say, I'm really here if you need to talk, and I know about you and Dean, I found him one night sitting in this same room, I think he came, here quite often when you weren't here, he told me the two of you broke up, I'm sorry to hear that he said empathy in his voice.

Damnit! You said underneath your breath, how can I tell Cas, how much I despise and love his best friend, strangely enough the two of them just connected, Dean started to show up at the art classes you gave, to see you, in your element he said, with that mischievous smile of his!

The kids quickly started to love him, as he would get on all fours and give them little horseback rides, one by one, while you were busy teaching the class, he and Cas would stand outside to talk and laugh. Dean would always tell you, that they're like brothers even though there so different.

I'm really fine you said quickly glancing at him, seeing the concern in his face. You're my friend too, he said. I know, but I'm fine, I really need to go, I have dinner with my parents tonight you said, with a smile barely tugging at your lips. Oh, okay, you should enjoy it he said smiling, coming closer and giving you a little hug.

Enjoy your evening Cas, you said while walking outside, waiting for a cab to pick you up. You could drive yourself, but preferred using the taxi services, one of the reasons being your not very good with directions and of course the other one is, its just much more fun sitting in the back taking in the view, of the places you've seen so many times before, but there's so many details and little miracle's that could be easily taken for granted! Oh very artsy of me, you say to yourself, a smile creeping on your lips!

You wave the taxi down, smiling while getting in, your eyes meeting his, he quickly looks away. Giving him the address, you just sit there in silence, admiring the stars and moon shining so brightly, a big dark cloud, hiding the stars all of the sudden.

You should be at your parents house by now! Looking at the street sign, seeing its he's going the wrong way.

Excuse me sir, you tap him on the shoulder, your going the wrong way, he turns to face you, his eyes as cold as breeze seeping through the window.

Sit back in your seat missy, I'm going the right way, his voice, sounding kind of raspy and mocking. So you adjust back in the seat, taking out your phone, knowing something is wrong you start typing away, the look he gives you in the mirror sends chills down your spine. It's him, the serial killer - Dean's been hunting.

Swallowing away the tightness in your chest, your fingers typing the words , "its the serial killer" before you could type, I love you mom, the car comes to a stop.

Breathing heavily you know its now or never, still holding you cell in your hand, you see him walking to the side of your door, turning slightly in your seat, your feet pointing at the door, he pulls it open, give me your damn phone he angrily says. That's when you gave it your all, you kicked him with both feet, and while he stuttering backwards, you turn around on your hands and feet, quickly crawling to the other side of the seat so that you can get away, your hand touching the door handle, almost there, biting your lip, ahhhhh! A scream escapes your lips, his pulling you out of the car by your ankles, trying to grab onto everything you can find, but there's nothing.

You feel the dirt and rocks underneath your arms, scraping the skin, trying to find a way of getting away from his tight grip, stil squirming he grabs your hair, that's when you feel it, a pinch, almost mosquito bite like, into your neck, night, night, you little shit, you hear his voice, sounding very pleased with himself.

You can feel it starting to take affect, did I send the text, you wondered, tears staining your face, the darkness came over you despite the moon shining so brightly.

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[myloversgone]

Comfort

Pairings: Dean Winchester X You

Rating: Mature. Mentions of sex. Language.

Warnings: None that I can think of.

Summary: When Dean is away, Y/N has vivid dreams about him.

A/N: Hi! I’m alive! I’m also in the middle of my final exams, I have a shitload of term papers to finish and research to do, but I had a dream last night that I couldn’t ignore. Oh, and I’m also hormonal. I wrote this on my phone in like two hours, so forgive me if it’s too shitty and enjoy!

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Last night, I dreamt about him. It was such a vivid dream. I could feel his skin, warm and soft against my cold one, the short hairs on the nape of his neck pricking my fingertips, the weight of his body between my legs.

I was also seeing us from above, if that makes sense. Sounds creepy, I know, but I guess that’s how dreams work. I could see every muscle of his smooth back moving under the skin as he thrusted into me. My arm was wrapped around his shoulders, as well as my legs around his waist.

I couldn't exactly see my own face since the room was mostly dark, only the streetlights through the window casted shadows on our joined bodies. But, for a minute as we moved together, I saw my expression contorted with pleasure, eyes closed and mouth open. I was feeling myself tightening around him. We were reaching our peaks.

"Open your eyes, baby", Dean told me, and I felt his hot breath on my face.

"Let me see you", he whispered right after, trying not to interrupt the silence of the night or the connection we were sharing.

I felt a knot in my throat. I wanted to cry of emotion and pleasure. I love him so fucking much it hurts sometimes. It hurts that I can't have him with me all the time, that I can't stop him from suffering, that I can't end everything that's evil in this world so he can finally be at peace.

So, I do as he says, I open my wet eyes, hoping the tears won't make him stop. I'm emotional because I feel happy I can provide him with moments of happiness and pleasure. He gives me so much, we’ve come a long way since we've met.

I can never forget the day he came to my door, years ago, when shit was about to get really ugly. We knew each other for a long time by then, and Dean always had a hard time talking about feelings.

"When I picture myself happy, is with you", he declared that day, and I could barely believe that those words were coming out of Dean Winchester's mouth. By then, he'd never told me something like that. He would show his feelings for me through gestures, touches. He would bring me food or pick me up at work, things like that.

One night, on my birthday, I got stuck working overtime, and when I got home, he was waiting for me with dinner he cooked by himself. The sex that night was amazing. It always is with him, but that was the first time I felt like we were making love. It was like one more step into our relationship.

So, a few weeks later, when he came to see me another time, I told him that I loved him. I had put a lot of thought into that, because I knew it could scare him away, but I felt it was worth the shot. I also knew he probably didn't have many people telling that to him before, and I think he needed to know he deserves to be loved for the man he is. I told him in the morning, after breakfast, when we were making out in the kitchen. His hands were already under my dress, and the words just spilled out of my mouth.

To my surprise, he looked shocked for a few seconds, but then he smiled, not only with his mouth but also with his beautiful green eyes.

"I love you too", Dean replied, and I knew he was only able to say it back because he trusted me. I hope I’m always worthy of his trust and love.

Since then, we say we love each other every time we feel like saying it. Over the phone, in texts, in person, while we're eating together. All the time.

To be honest, I fear for our future. Maybe I'm being silly, but I know we're meant to be together. I feel that every time he comes home to me. I tell him my home is his home too, but he says he can't stay. Sometimes he’s here for a week or two, but then a case comes up and he needs to leave. After Sam got back from Hell, 15 days is the longer he stays. He comes visit all the time, though, whenever he can. I've been to the bunker a few times, but I have a regular job, so I can't stay away for long.

Anyways, I cannot ask him to stop hunting and live a normal life with me, because I know he would never do that. And I don't want to lose him. I'm fine with what we have, but I wish I could take the weight off his shoulders.

I wish I could keep Dean safe. I can't, though, and it makes me cry every time he leaves.

That’s why when he's not here, I dream about him. Like last night. It's been 13 days since the last time we were together and, even though we talk every day, I miss his physical presence. Not only because he's impossibly handsome, and tall and overall perfect, and the most amazing lover, but also because he's so... comforting. Dean fills up a room, he brings me so much light, he makes my heart feel lighter. That's why I always miss him so much.

When I woke up this morning, feeling sad, frustrated, and horny, let's be honest, and I remembered that vivid dream, I immediately texted him.

Y/N: I miss you so much. I had a dream about u.

His answer was almost immediate, thankfully.

D: Hey, darlin'. I hope it was a good and naughty dream. I was just thinking 'bout u.

Y/N: It was kinda naughty, yeah :) it's been so long. How are u doing?

D: Wow, can't wait to hear everything about it, baby. I'm good. I'm actually on my way to u. We solved a case kinda close, so I'm heading there. Sammy's driving, don't worry. I'll be there in like two hours.

Y/N: Can't wait to see u! I'm gonna wait for u guys with lunch. Love you <3

D: I love you too. See u in a bit ;-*

We had lunch and Sam left a few minutes ago, and we're already all over each other. Dean's on top of me, between my legs on the couch, and the feeling is the exact same as it was in my dream. Even his smell is the same.

He's shirtless and I'm running my hands all over his broad shoulders while he’s kissing my neck and chest.

"So, when are you telling me about that dream of yours, huh?", he asks, interrupting my thoughts.

I laugh at his timing. "We're about to make it become true, De", I answer, planning on making the most of our time together.

Until he leaves and I dream about him again.

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[cheynovak]

Forest Green Eyes - PART 4 

Castiel & Y/N Winchester  

Warnings:  SMUT – 16+ …  

Side note: English isn’t my first language.  

Words:  1794

This story takes place after the SPN finally. Jack asked Castiel to go back to earth to be the guardian angel of Y/N. Cas accepts this task but only to discover that Y/N is the biological child of Dean.  

 

Part 5 Now online

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And like a magnet your face turned towards him. Looking in each other eyes once more grinning. 

All you could think of was kissing those angelic lips again. But that was the beers you had earlier talking right...  Right? 

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The drive home was quiet. The windows were down, and the hot summer breeze landed on her skin. Y/N and Cas had just offered to drop Tom and Anna of at their home since they were clearly not able to drive anymore. The entire ride Anna kept looking at these pictures. “You guys are ok with me posting them on insta?” When they were home save, it was just the two of you.  

Castiel started to think about the kiss. He wanted to talk but didn’t know where to begin.  

"Music?” Y/N asked leading Castiel out of his thoughts?  

 

* Eric Clapton – Wonderful tonight started playing*  

Both Y/N and Castiel sat there listening to the words. Y/N didn’t want to make anything more awkward by changing the channel. Would be too obvious she thought. She looked over at Cas, he clearly had no problem with the music.  

Little did she know that the angel did his best not to look at her, afraid to give his feelings away and make her uncomfortable.  

Once home Y/N removed her jacket and walked towards the kitchen. “You want something?” 

He didn’t answer but followed her, trying to find to courage to talk about what happened.  “Y/N... We need to talk.”  

“Yeah, what’s up?” Trying to sound normal, not looking at him. Afraid of what he would say.  

“About tonight, you know, the eh ... kiss.” He asked with his heart beating out of his chest.  

A moment passed as she tried to find an answer. I can’t tell him what I felt tonight, it is so wrong! He probably still sees me as some little kid.  

“Oh that. Well, that was a means to an end. I thought you wouldn’t mind. The guy clearly got the message without breaking bottles or bones.” She said slowly turning to Castiel. 

 

Castiel’s heart dropped, it felt like the world came down on him. Y/N noticed the way he started to walk backwards looking at the ground. “Cas?”  

He cleared his voice “Yes, well, that was what I thought.” He said with a smile like he had a toothache. “I, eh, I,  I'm going to my room. It was a long day. Goodnight, Y/N.” 

Y/N let out a sigh, oh god what did I do. If someone deserves an honest answer it is Castiel.  

And he looked so hurt by my answer. He even went to his room. The man didn’t need sleep, so it had been weeks maybe months that he stayed the night in there. He usually would read a book in the main rooms, watched a movie or prepared food for Y/N. He even reorganized the entire archives from the man of letters.  

Castiel is laying down on his bed. Listening to some music he borrowed from Y/N. Trying his best to reset his feelings. Back to normal Castiel, you are here for a purpose, a job. Even though he still had no idea why or what he was supposed to do.  

Looking after a kid was easy, a teen more challenging but he managed. Y/N is a woman now, who’ve read every book in this archive, who knows every story. A woman who is incredibly smart and kind, a little stubborn and grumpy, maybe even a little temperamental. Who acts first and thinks later.  

And oh, so beautiful, her full lips, high cheekbones, dark blond/light brown hair, and her big green eyes... And taller than the average women he met.  

But he was sure there were more people like that.  

There can only be one reason that Jack was so interested in this kid. She had to be family in his eyes.  

He heard a soft knock on the door. “Cas? Are you ok?” 

 The angel opened the door slightly, just enough so he could stand in the doorway.  

Y/N stood closer to the door than he expected. She was already in her sleeping shirt and underwear.  “Hi.” She said while her lip curled slightly, clearly not knowing how to react. “Hey” He answered while letting out a breath.  

- “Cas, I’m sorry.” 

“What?” 

- “I couldn’t sleep and kept thinking it isn’t fair to lie to you, to lie to myself.”  

Is she saying what I think she is? “What?” he repeated.  

Y/N looked at the floor. ”I think, I love you Castiel.”  

Castiel lifted a hand under her chin.” Look at me Y/N... Please.” So she did.  

 

The second Y/N’s eyes locked in those ocean blue eyes she felt her whole body move forward.  

Castiel placed his hands on her face accepting her, accepting her kiss, pulling her in. This kiss was long and passioned. Y/N’s hands caressing his shoulder and torso. Castiel walked back leading Y/N into the room. Y/N started to undo his tie and unbutton his shirt while her lips moved from his lips towards his neck without losing their touch.  

 

Castiel moved his hand from her face down, over her arms, stroking the side of her breast. Y/N felt a shiver down her spine that made her moan a little under her breath.  

As she pushes his shirt of his shoulders, he grabbed her wrists and pulls back so he can look at her.  “Y/N wait... Are you sure? I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to or regret when you’re sober.”  

“Castiel, I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life. I want all of you.” She said while softly kissing his neck going over his chest moving down.  

“I want you.” Softly scratching his nipple with her teeth. 

“ The question is.” Kissing his hips. 

“Do you want me Cas?” Licking a stripe between his navel and pants. 

Castiel closed his eyes “Yes, you have no idea.” The second Y/N undid his belt, the angel felt a fire in his gut. He lifted Y/N up without a warning and pushing her against the wall. Y/N’s legs are around his waist. You knew he wanted you as much as you wanted him by the bump growing in his paints and the moans he let out while his lips were all over you.  

He dropped her for a second just to remove Y/N’s shirt and look at her bare breast. His eyes were darkened with lust.  

Y/N pushed Cas to the end of the bed, he gracefully sat down while she sat down on his lap facing him. Even though he seemed self-assured his eyes looked for permission every step of the way. 

He took her left breast in one hand while he takes her right nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking.  

This movement made her moan his name while she desperately grinds her hips on him for more friction.  He loved how she moaned his name, this made the fire in him burn brighter. Made him want to satisfy her more and more.  

Castiel turned around, taking Y/N with him so that she is now laying on her back in bed. Slowly crawling up to the pillow. But Castiel didn’t follow, he had other plans. He licked and kissed her ankles than her legs, thighs, hips. Y/N’s head falls back when he took her panties of slowly started to caress her clit. “Please Cas, I need you.”  

“What do you need?” He asked with a husky voice. Y/N sat up “You, inside me.” She said while stroking his now very hard and visible dick. “I don’t want to wait Cas. Please”  

Castiel took off his pants and underwear. As he hovered over Y/N he asked, “Are you sure, I though humans wanted, more foreplay.”  

“Next time” She sight. “Castiel I’m burning up. I need to feel all of you.”  

He moved his dick against her, coating it with her juice before slowly entering her. “So wet, so tight.” He moaned.  

Y/N felt her hole stretched inch by inch. The angel watched Y/N’s expression and waited a little before he started to slowly move his hips. “More...” She moaned. Castiel frowned not entirely understanding what she needed. “I’m not going to break Cas, don’t hold back. Fuck me harder.” 

 Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing him deeper, while Castiel placed his arms next to her head and started to hard yet passionately thrust. He could feel her squeeze when he hit a specific spot inside her. “Oh, YES Castiel, right there!”  

Y/N felt every inch of Castiel, he was so big that every trust hit that one spot inside that made her scream and moan like a mad woman. She quickly noticed that Castiel loved the way she reacts, so she didn’t hold back. While he started to move faster and harder, she started to feel the heat boiling inside her. It wouldn’t take long before she would snap. “Don’t stop, please Cas, don’t stop, I'm so close!” Just a couple more thrusts and Castiel could feel Y/N wrapping tighter around him, it made him groan. “I can feel it Y/N, come for me.” His trust started to get sloppy, the way he felt you squeezing made him fight not to come before you. “Let me make you feel good.” Groaned out of breath.  

Those last words pushed Y/N over the edge. Castiel managed to hold back just enough to look at you. “Where do you want me...” He was so close he couldn't finish that question. “I said I want ALL off you Cas.” Not 5 seconds later Castiel came inside her. After he came down from his high, he kissed her lips. “Wait here.” Before she could say anything, he was gone and returned with a washcloth. “Hm, great sex and aftercare.” Y/N joked.  

“Well, I asked you to let me take care of you.” He grinned. 

Castiel pulled the cover over them while Y/N snuggled by his side. “This is going to change things, isn’t it?” He asked. “Well, I hope so, more of this. More of... Us” She answered drawing circles on his chest.  

“Us, sounds good.” He said. Minutes later Y/N felt asleep while Castiel kept listening to the music that was still playing in the background.   

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[imaginesforfandom]

Misletoe Moments

what?! there's more?!

Jack Kline x Reaer

No Pronouns used!!

Summary: As the holiday season wraps its magic around the bunker, Jack Kline finds himself intrigued by the mysterious allure of mistletoe. Little does he know that this Christmas will bring about more than just festive decorations.

Mistletoe Moments

The bunker was adorned with festive lights, stockings hung with care, and a towering Christmas tree that nearly brushed the ceiling. The Winchester brothers had spared no effort in transforming their home into a winter wonderland, complete with the scent of cinnamon and the warmth of a crackling fire.

Amidst the holiday cheer, Jack Kline, the Nephilim with a heart as pure as snow, marveled at the decorations. His eyes widened with childlike wonder as he took in the twinkling lights and the delicate ornaments that adorned the tree.

You, the reader, had been helping with the decorations, sharing laughter and stories as you worked alongside Sam and Dean. Jack couldn't help but feel a flutter in his chest whenever he caught a glimpse of your smile. There was something about the holiday spirit that made everything seem brighter, especially when you were around.

One day, as Jack wandered through the bunker, he noticed a small sprig of mistletoe hanging above the doorway to the kitchen. Curiosity filled his eyes as he recalled the tales of holiday traditions he had heard from the Winchesters.

"Mistletoe," he mused to himself, the word rolling off his tongue with fascination.

Unbeknownst to Jack, you had caught wind of his musings. With a mischievous twinkle in your eye, you decided to take matters into your own hands. It was Christmas, after all, and a little bit of festive magic never hurt anyone.

Later that evening, the bunker was alive with the sound of laughter and the aroma of holiday feasts. The three of you gathered around the table, sharing stories and savoring the warmth of the season.

As Jack reached for a plate, you subtly nudged him, directing his attention to the mistletoe above the doorway. A playful smile danced on your lips, and Jack's confusion turned into realization.

"Oh, mistletoe," he said, a blush tinting his cheeks. "I've read that standing under it means… well, it means something."

You chuckled, nodding in agreement. "It's a Christmas tradition. If two people find themselves beneath the mistletoe, they're supposed to share a kiss."

Jack's eyes widened, his gaze flickering between you and the mistletoe. There was a moment of hesitation, but then a soft smile spread across his face. The warmth of the holiday season seemed to intensify as he took a step closer, his hand gently cupping your cheek.

Underneath the mistletoe, surrounded by the laughter of friends and the glow of Christmas lights, Jack Kline shared a sweet, magical kiss with you—a moment that would forever be etched in the memories of this special holiday season.

And so, in the bunker filled with love, laughter, and a touch of celestial magic, Christmas became more than just a celebration of tradition. It became a time of unexpected joy and the beginning of something beautiful for Jack and you.

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he deserves the world. no, scratch that, he deserves the universe!

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[pycobutterpie]

#samweek2024 Day 1 Sam Winchester x my hobby (writing supernatural fics and roleplays), set in his world, regarding the books of Carver Edlund Triggers: none Words: 1600

Glancing at the clock, I sighed. I had been sitting in the library for two hours and didn't know where to begin or where to end. On the left were books about Indian culture and customs, on the right about rituals and deities of the South Asian country. Not that I ever wanted to travel there. It was all research. A glance at my Discord channel told me that Minnie was still waiting for my response in our previous chapter of the written Supernatural RPG. My chat buddy had already planned our story with India. And there were two stories running through my head again. I bit my lower lip and tried to decide which one to write now. Either the research for the new chapter, where Dean and his family are being hunted by a demon in India, or the current story, where Dean's daughter had learned to teleport and had simply showed up in her cousin's kindergarten.

Carver Edlund would be proud of us, I was sure of it. One can always make a crazy story even crazier, and that's what we had done. But who deserved a happy family more than Sam and Dean from Supernatural. Nobody, right? They had been through so much that a little fluff was only appropriate. We hadn't made it that easy for them either. Thinking about how Sam's heart is gong to be broken…

With a sadistic smile on my lips, I was about to start my post about Sam's son when a huge guy appeared on the other side of the small desk and took my light. “Hi,” the brunette said quietly, balancing a stack of old books on both arms. The tendons of his forearms were taut, his muscles well defined. “Hi,” I said shyly, quickly looking back at my screen, because guys like that didn't usually talk to me. He cleared his throat briefly, but his shadow didn't disappear. Why was he still standing there? I looked at his face again, which looked a little questioning. That handsome face… “Um,” he snapped me out of my thoughts, “can you make room for me? Otherwise it's already full.”

I winced briefly, because I shouldn't be daydreaming so much. Instead, I jumped up, the chair crashing into the shelf behind me.

"Sure, sorry!" I hurriedly pushed my books to one side, which took up most of the space on his side of the table. “No problem,” he said with a gentle smile, lowering his tomes onto the table. They looked a little dusty and weren't even labeled on the spine. I would imagine old spellbooks in a magical library would look like this. Oh, that was an idea! I straightened up my chair and went straight to the chat with Minnie and wrote in the 'Ideas' channel:

@ Y/N: “Maybe there's some kind of magical library in hell where Alex and Cassy cantry out all sorts of things as soon as they can read?” I grinned and immediately felt the inspiration to finish the text Sam's about little son again.

I just managed to send my text before my computer went PLING. My friend had replied in the ideas channel.

@ Minnie: “Wow, that sounds great^^ Maybe they'll get caught too. Or they'll tear up one of Bobby's important books.”

I had to laugh a little.

@ Y/N: “No way, he made copies of all of them.” PLING @ Minnie: “Then Crowley’s books.”

Before I could answer, I felt an annoyed look from across the table. The young man had pressed the fingers of his left hand to his forehead to hold his head, while the light from his own laptop setting off his sharp cheekbones. "You should turn off the sound," he said, looking pretty good even when annoyed. Inwardly, I had long since made the comparison to Sam, the way I imagined him and the way Edlund had described him. Muscular, masculine, but also a few soft features and incredibly velvety flowing hair. I thought guys like that only existed in books. Suddenly, his laptop emitted an urgent beep and the light on the gentleman's face disappeared. “Oh no, please don't…” he cursed under his breath and hitting a few keys in vain.

As I was waiting for Minnie to post anyway, I ventured a conversation: “And you should charge your laptop. Do you need it urgently?” “Hm… Deadline,” he said, chewing on his lower lip. I wondered if he often worked under time pressure. His eyes flew over my laptop and my books. “Are you studying too?” I had to smile. “No, not anymore. This is more of a hobby. I'm Y/N, by the way. What's your subject? Magic?” Now he had to laugh as well. “Sometimes it seems that way to me, but no. Law. And I'm Sam, nice to meet you.” My forehead felt like it was frozen in a wrinkle. The guy's name was the same as the one in the story of all stories and he studied law in the same way? Especially since his books didn't look like they came from the legal department at all. More like… My imagination was too vivid, far too vivid. It was just a story. There were no monsters and therefore no hunters. And the name was completely random. Thousands of people were called Sam. How about Sam Witwicky? Just to name one character… But still… It was worth a try. I could already imagine what his search history would look like. Determined, I slid my laptop over to him and gave him a trusting smile. “If you don't delete anything, you can use mine. I should look in the books anyway. I haven't made much progress yet.” “Really,” Sam asked. “You know you should never give your electronics to strangers.” I wouldn't put it past him that his little eyes had looked so desperate earlier, like a puppy that had its toy taken away. Instead, I leaned back and pulled the book of the Indian gods towards you. “No, it's okay, I'll have your fingerprints and my sister is with the FBI.” A lie, but never mind. The real Sam always gave the FBI a wide berth, unless he was impersonating them. “Okay… thanks then,” he said and pulled my laptop towards him.

We were absorbed in our work for a while until my laptop made a few sounds again. Minnie had replied! And her text was more than 2000 characters long, otherwise it would have been just one pling. My eyes widened a little and my fingers tingled to read what she had written from the perspective of Dean's gifted daughter. Or from Sam's, or probably both in one post. After all, I had ended my part of the story earlier with a phone call from the kindergarten teacher to Sam. But the Sam in front of me made no move to return the laptop. Instead, he stared at it, quite fascinated, and then happily started typing again. I just stared at him for a few moments, but he didn't seem to notice. Instead, it soon plinged again. Minnie was notoriously quick with her lyrics. But surely Sam wouldn't dare? His fingers stopped and he grinned at the screen again. “Hey!”, I said to him and pulled my laptop back towards me.

Sam flinched, startled, and raised his hands: “I didn't do anything.” With a frown, I looked at the open window on the screen. Of course it was Discord and Minnie's latest post wasn't even about the story. Just a real life conversation. “You chatted with her?” I looked reproachfully at Sam, who was staring out of the window at the end of the hallway. “Sam, you don't have to ignore me, I can see that.” I quickly skimmed over the brief chat between the two of them. “You're giving her tips on what Sam would do? Are you a roleplayer too?” My curiosity clearly outweighed my annoyance that he had been snooping through my chat. “A what? No, sorry. I was just reading the text. And I thought Sam wouldn't give his son to a stranger in a nursery after all.” Oh, so he was a fan too. I gave him my sweetest smile, because you never meet other Supernatural fans in real life. “It's really cool that you love Supernatural too. One would think you are a LARPer for Sam. And do you also write fanfiction?”

Sam tilted his head slightly. “No, I just had a quick look at the books. My brother has…” He stopped the sentence so abruptly that I felt like he was biting his tongue. I rested my chin on the palm of my hand with satisfaction and grinned broadly at him. “So I've been writing the story for a while now. We let Sam and Dean become fathers almost simultaneously and involuntarily. That's really good stuff. Sam's girlfriend is not only in the FBI but also a monster without him knowing it. Suits him, doesn't it?” I looked directly at the Sam across from me as he swallowed and turned a little paler. “I… No, I don't think so. I have to go now.” By then he had already stood up, gathered his things without looking at me again, and stalked off. Was he offended? Sam was certainly his favorite character. And what we did to him in the story was pretty intense. But sometimes you stepped on other fans' toes. But there were be others who were just as excited about the ideas as you were. ------------------ (It would be really fun to read this story from Sam's point of view :D If anyone fancies it, feel free to tag me in the results). Written for #samweek2024 by @seasononesam and @suncaptor <3 You can find the topics of the individual days here.

#supernatural #spn #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x you #samweek2024 #samweek 2024 Day 1 #spn family AU

[ccscocoapuffs]

I saw your Dean x male smut and i loved it, may request a Dean x male reader where after everything Dean has been been through, he finally finds peace being with you, he now sleeps calmy and peacefully without having anymore nightmares and idk maybe more fluff how Dean is so madly love and happy with his little spoon that is you because...DEAN DESERVES TO BE HAPPY AND LOVED 😭🥰

AN: absolutely! Dean deserves the whole freaking world.

Dean Winchester X Male! Reader FLUFF

I snuggle closer into the warmth of Dean's chest as faint snores sound throughout the bedroom. He looked so peaceful, the way he slept with no worry about life outside of the bunker. I placed my hand in his hair and softly began to play with the thick dirty blonde hair I adored so much.

I felt Dean slightly stir as he wrapped his arms around me tighter. "mmm, you're warm, Babyboy" "I'm sorry, did I wake you?" "No, I just like when you play with hair like that". I kissed his soft lips as I felt his hands slowly rub my back. "You looked so peaceful" "Its cause I have you" "I love you, Dean" "I love you too, Handsome".

He placed a kiss on my forehead before beginning to speak again. "Now lemme hold you". I rolled over my back against Deans chest as he wrapped his arms around my torso, pulling me close. I felt him nuzzle his face into my neck and softly begin to leave kisses.

I grabbed his hand that was wrapped around me and interlocked our fingers. I heard a yawn fall from Deans lips as he groaned "I'm still tired" "Then go to bed, dingus" 'Oh so I'm dingus now?" "Yes, yes you are" "Oh really would a dingus do this?". Dean began to playfully kiss my head as his hands began to tickle my sides. "Okay ! Okay! you're not a dingus! I swear!" "That's not what you said a second ago" "Fine! I'm sorry you're not a dingus! just stop with the tickles!!" "that's what I thought, now give me some sugar".

He was always slightly corny when it came to us being alone. between the dumb jokes and playfulness though at least I knew he was happy. He deserves the world after everything he has been through.

I playfully kissed his lips before we went back to cuddling as we were before. "You really are the best thing that's happened to me, Honey" "so are you". I snuggled closer to him as we enjoyed each other's warmth. After what seemed like minutes, I heard those soft snores yet again. I placed a single kiss on his chest before closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep with the love of my life laying beside me.

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PART 5 Giving in to the wild side

Dean Winchester x reader

Warnings: AOB, mentions of past trauma, family death, hurt/comfort, mates, claiming, eventual smut, lots of feels, not liking/wanting kids. Brief mention of dog fighting.

Continuation of Craving the wild side

Summary: after leaving the Dean Winchester case you quit your job you over your as normal as you could. You woke up, helped your mum, worked on the farm but you always felt that hole.

Not knowing if he show up or not you gave up on hoping till someone came knocking.

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Dean was melting every part of your body. Soft kisses with warm touch’s as he explored your body. You had your eyes closed enjoying the feeling as he kissed down your chest. You felt him shuffle back and frowned opening your eyes thinking he was going to leave, he just grinned up at you making you tilt your head as he hooked your legs over his shoulders. You flushed furiously realising what he was doing as you covered your eyes and bit the back of your arm. Warm breath fanned your inner thighs before soft lips pressed against them gently. You wanted to squeeze your legs shut but he held them open.

“I wanna taste you” he muttered and you felt your heart jump out your chest. He groaned softly before a hot tongue swiped between your folds. You yelped in surprise before he began to eat you out. He was determined, sucking and licking, making unholy noises as he did. The alpha gripped your thighs, held you still as he ate. You whined and moaned feeling your stomach clenching. He stopped for a moment making you look, his eyes staring at you.

“Touch yourself” he muttered.

“I wanna taste you when you cum” he muttered going back to work. Your whole body lit up at the words and you hesitated greatly. You frowned though when his hand left your thigh and grabbed your hand, guiding it down to where your clit was. You gave in them, gently rubbing circles with one hand, hips stuttering. You added both, back arching as you quicker your pace.

“Alpha” you whined and listened to the growl that escaped him as you came. Your hips rolled in time with his movements as he continued to eat you out. You were in utter bliss, currently in a daze and over sensitive as he finally stopped. You sighed body trembling as Dean crawled back up your body.

“Ok?” He asked and you nodded. He laid down by your side tugging you to snuggle with him. You frowned slightly feeling him going soft against your hip.

“What about you” you asked and he shook his head pressing his lips to your forehead briefly.

“I’m fine” he muttered and you frowned. He smiled and you tilted your head in confusion, did he? Did he cum too? Untouched?

“Did you-?” You stuttered embarrassed as he nodded.

“Oh” you whispered feeling your body go hot.

“But-“ he hushed you gently, a chuckle leaving his lips.

“Get some rest ok? You deserve it” he whispered nose in your hair as he breathed deeply.

“Smell so good” he smiled.

“When I couldn’t smell you I thought I’d go insane, but now” he took a deep breath.

“You smell like apple pie and home” he muttered.

“Apple pie?” You asked.

“My Nan, Deana made this amazing apple pie when me and Sammy were kids, they were more like parents to us than our real parents. Dad would leave for work and mum would drink her problems away and send us to Nan and pops” he said sadly.

“Are they alive still? Have you seen them?” You asked.

“They’re alive, I haven’t seen them yet” he mumbled.

“We’ve got stuff on our plate though, we can do that later, for now just get some sleep” he ordered softly.

“Ok” you whispered nodding as you cuddled closer. You felt warm and calm, being like this, melded against Deans body, breathing in his scent, it was heaven.

The next day you awoke early, had breakfast and then took Champ with you to go to the hospital. You called the doctor asking and he said yes which you were thankful for. It was a hard drive, harder still leaving Champ through the hospital. He didn’t know what was going on, tail wagging as he greeted some people before you got to your mums room. You hesitated again at the door and looked down to him. Champ tilted his head in question like he knew something was gonna happen. Dean knelt down before you could taking the fluff balls attention.

“Hey bud” Dean scratched his head softly.

“Listen this is gonna be hard” Dean said emotions changing. Champ sensed it whining softly as he looked between you and him.

“Your Nan, she’s not gonna come back for a while” Dean whispered and you began yo cry.

“We’re gonna say goodbye ok? You’re gonna do so well buddy” he gave Champ one last pet before standing up. You sobbed softly making Champ whine and Dean kiss your head. You saw the receptionist crying too, giving you a sad look as she gave you an encouraging nod. You opened the door letting Champ in, he sniffed around before lifting his paws onto the bed.

“Come on bud” you said and he jumped up careful of your mum. He whined licking your face before sniffing your mums hand. He licked her hand nudging it and you sobbed softly. Champ lied down, whining gently as he tried to ask for pets. You leant down hugging him tightly as you cried. Deans hand rubbed your back as you cried against Champ. How could you explain this to him? He couldn’t understand what was happening.

After a few hours you went home again, you let Champ roam free, but he went to his kennel and laid down, head on his paws.

“He’s gonna be alright, we’re all gonna be alright” Dean said softly.

Watching Champ was harder than he thought, Dean never really liked dogs, his previous owners had little, yappy, white mop dogs that always barked and snapped at him. Or it was a big fighter dog thrown into the pen like he was. When he met Champ though, that big dopy look on his face as he stared at him made him melt. The big fur ball grown on him and seeing this was horrible. Dean knew he couldn’t fully understand but he knew what was happening, that nan wasn’t gonna be home, that’d just be mum and him. Dean let you nap once they got home, your emotions exhausted you, he didn’t blame you, he was barely holding it together. After last night, holding you was what he needed, feeling you calm in his arms, your smell not sour like rotten oranges, but that sweet homey apple pie smell. He enjoyed what he did, watching you come undone like that made him cum without touch. With all the omega owners he pleasured he knew what to do, what made a partner tick, he found it easily on you, that sweet sensitive spot on your neck and on your hip, between your thighs. When you came he came straight after, but continued eating you out like a hungry man, gods did you taste good.

Dean sighed bringing his mind back to the now as he went to go see Champ. He sat down by the kennel with him, softly talking about his childhood. Not that Champ understood, but Dean figured he could use the company.

You awoke groggily as always, sun in your eyes from the open curtain. You’d fallen asleep on the couch, after the hospital you came home and crashed on the nearest comfortable surface. You called for Dean but found no one. His car was still outside though. You got up slowly and headed outside seeing him feeding the Chickens.

“Hey” you said and he looked up.

“Hey, all animals have been fed and taken care of” he smiled softly and you thanked him quietly.

“I forgot about them, I didn’t mean too” you sighed and Dean shook his head.

“I don’t expect you to remember ok, I don’t expect you to do anything in this time unless you want too, I can handle this” he gestured to the farm.

“Ok I’ve got this, I’ve got this house and you” he said.

“Who’s got you?” You whispered, your doctor side coming in.

“Sam, You, Jess, nugget here” he pointed to the chicken by his foot.

“That’s not nugget, that is” you said pointing to the right chicken.

“That’s fillet” you said and he frowned looking between the two.

“Did you have to name them after chicken foods?” He sighed wincing.

“Yes” you chuckled shaking your head.

“You avoided my question though” you added.

“I’ve got you, I’ve always got you from now till I drop” you said.

“But you’ve been holding it together for too long, I keep breaking down and you have to be strong” you shook your head sighing.

“I don’t have to be” he said softly.

“But that’s what your mind set is, I know it” you whispered, throat tightening.

“Dean you can break, I don’t mind” you muttered seeing his eyes gloss over.

“She’s your mum too, even if she isn’t blood and only a couple of weeks” you added. Tears fell from his face as he laid down the chicken seed bucket and stepped out of the pen. You held your arms open and he slouched into you, like the day he attacked that guard. He rested his head on your shoulder and cried. He really cried, he poured his emotions onto you and you just held on tightly. Neither of you would ever be alone in this.

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Snow Globe

Title: Snow Globe Summary: Headed back from a hunt, Dean pulls over when it starts snowing. Paring: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 834 Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: Fluff Square Filled: First Snowfall Bingo Card: @spnchristmasbingo​ A/N: None

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Dean stared out over the dash of Baby. The roads were slick from rain as they drove back to Kansas. Glancing over, (Y/N) had her head pressing against the window sleeping peacefully. In the last year, a lot for him had changed including this amazing woman beside him slicing her way into his heart. He had tried to push her away, but she was more stubborn than he was.

He reached over grabbing her hand and lacing their fingers together. Her eyes fluttered open long enough to slide over and snuggle into his side. Her head resting on his chest, bringing his arm down over her chest hugging it to her. Looking out over the road again, there was nothing Dean could imagine being more perfect than him and (Y/N) cruising down an empty highway in Baby.

As he crossed over the Kansas state line, the universe decided to show him how things could be even better. Snowflakes began falling on the windshield and the fields around them began to be covered in a soft white blanket. Dean pulled over onto the shoulder of the road, watching the snow falling all around them.

“(Y/N)? Hey sweetheart, wake up.” He whispered, kissing the top of her head.

“What? Tired and warm. Not waking up.” She grumbled, snuggling against him more.

Dean chuckled, lifting her chin to kiss down her nose then her lips, “I promise it’s worth opening your eyes for.”

“This better be good, Winchester…” She groaned, “Oh wow.”

He watched her eyes widened as she looked all around them. The snow was steadily coming down all around them. A beautiful smile spread across her face when she looked back at him.

“It’s like we’re in our own personal snow globe.”

Her childlike wonder never ceases to amaze him. All the bad, the ugly, the truly terrible things she had seen in her life and yet she could still see the good in the world. And in him.

“I love you.”

The words were out of his mouth before he could even think about them. (Y/N)'s smile turned into a grin before she chuckled.

“I know.” She leaned up kissing him, “But it’s nice to finally hear you say it.”

“I… wh-what?” He stammered, bringing out her beautiful laugh.

“The whole, I-Don’t-Do-Love mask never worked on me. I could see through it and knew you needed to come to the realization that you love me on your own time.” (Y/N) kissed him again, “You are worth waiting for and that’s what I did.”

His mind and heart were having a loud argument rather to be impressed or upset or accepting that the woman before him was one of a kind. She deserved better than some grunt. She deserved the world at her feet worshiping her like the goddess she is.

“Stop it. I can see what you're thinking and it’s not true. I’m right where I belong. By your side, in Baby going down crazy street.” She slid over to her side, opening the door, “Now come on, let’s go play in the snow!”

Completely stunned, he watched her outside twirling in the falling snow trying to catch snowflakes on her tongue. Dean got out, leaning against Baby and watching the woman he loved laughing like a child.

“Come on, Dean!”

She pulled him out into the middle of the road, looking up to the sky and sticking her tongue. He mirrored her and started laughing as she began to twirl them both around.

When they stopped, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard. Her arms slipped around his waist beneath his jacket.

“Whoa! Cold!” He broke the kiss when her cold hands went up into his shirt sending waves of cold against his skin.

“Let’s get back to the bunker so you can warm me up.” She whispered against his lips before kissing him.

When she went to step away he pulled her back to him, “I think you forgot something.” He smirked.

“What?”

He placed his hands on either side of her face, “I love you, (Y/N).”

Dean needed to hear her say it back. It had been killing him that she hadn’t said it back. Logically, he knew it was ridiculous to need her to say it. To reassure him that he was indeed loved and worthy of her saying those three words to him.

“Dean Winchester, are you having a chick flick moment?” She giggled.

He rolled his eyes, “So sue me. Please…”

Her arms slipped around neck, “I love you too, Dean. I’m like crazy, stupid in love with you and if you can get us home then I will spend the rest of the night showing you how much I love you.”

Dean scooped her up over his shoulder and carried her to the backseat of Baby. Her giggles filled the car until they were silenced by him showing her how much he truly loved her.

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sam winchester angst? preferably something to do with a readers mental health not doing to well and sam trying to help but reader doesn’t want it but he tries anyway.

i’m going through it rn.

Let me Help you

Requested By:  anonymous!

Warnings: Talk of suffering mental health, mention of self hate

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Prompt: None

No pronouns are used to refer to reader, neither are any gendered terms.

Author’s Note:

hey, anon. this one was a heavier one, so i hope Sam was able to give you the comfort you needed when you requested this fic, and i hope it helps you feel a little bit better, you deserve it love <33

stay safe, there are helplines in my intro if you feel you need them <3

Word Count: 753

“Sam, I’m fine.” You told him, after it seemed like the hundredth time he’d asked.

You ran your hand through your hair as you tried to keep your attention on the laptop in front of you, but it felt as if the words were blurring together.

If you were being honest, you weren’t fine. Recently, it seemed not just to be words that were blurring together, but… everything. The days, your thoughts, what you ate, what you did.

It was horrible, you didn’t even feel strong emotion at this point, all you felt was numb. You couldn’t even cry.

Not that you’d ever tell Sam that, he had enough on his plate with hunting and cases, and you didn’t want to be the one to disturb that just because you had a few mental issues. Besides, it was nothing you couldn’t deal with on your own, and even though it warmed your heart that Sam was trying to help you, you knew your brain would never let go of the guilt if you told him, so you kept it inside.

“Y/N… Please just talk to me about this, I know something’s going on, I’m not blind! I know you.” He moved towards you, lacing his hand with yours as he gave you those sweet puppy dog eyes you knew so well, and adored. You felt tears pushing at the back of your eyes, as you looked away from him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze and rubbing your eyes lightly to remove any moisture that had built up.

“I can’t Sam. I just can’t, it wouldn’t be fair on you, and I’d feel so guilty-” You began, still refusing to make eye-contact with him as he began rubbing his thumb over your hand, you supposed it was an act of comfort but the act only made the tears in your eyes push harder to escape them. 

Sam’s face was turned to one of sadness as he gazed at your side profile.

“Y/N…” He began, and watched as a tear ran down your cheek and a soft sob broke from your mouth, “Oh, sweetheart, come here.” He cooed, pulling you gently into his arms, and against your better judgement, you let him.

You let him wrap his big arms around your body, and shush you, and rock you as you cried. You didn’t even have the energy to fight against him and put the mask back on, as you felt the emotions you’d been feeling over the past weeks come crashing down against you, Sam was acting as a shield, keeping you safe, making sure you weren’t crushed under the weight of your own burdens as he held your shaking form close to him and kissed your hair.

When your cries began to subside, Sam relaxed his grip slightly so you could sit up, but still lean against him if you needed to.

“I’m sorry.” You whimpered, wiping your tears away as you felt your walls begin to build up, and the guilt of what you had just done wrap around you like Sam had done only moments ago.

“Hey, no, none of that. You have nothing to apologise for, Y/N, you don’t need to apologise for having emotions.” He told you, his voice firm and sure as he tightened his hold on your hand, staring seriously at you. “Okay?” 

You looked away, your lips threatening to quiver again, but you pushed the feeling down.

“I- I just… I want to be strong for you, and for Dean, and Cas, and everybody- And if I can’t be that then I just… I feel like I’m nothing. I’m not the one who’s supposed to be affected by the crap we go through, I’m supposed to help you guys, I- I just want to help.” You murmured, feeling your breath hitch in your throat as you finished, sniffling as you played with your hands, still not making eye contact with Sam.

Suddenly, you felt him physically lift you into his arms, leaving your legs to lay on his own, and he held you to him.

“You mean so. So much to me, Y/N. But you’re not a therapist, you can’t take on everybody else’s emotions and ignore your own, honey. I know you’re struggling, but please, please let me help you for once, I want to be there for you, because I love you.”

You felt your heart squeeze at his words, and for the first time in years, you felt loved.

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Oh Sister, Do You Feel My Pain ?

Summary : After weeks free of hunts and monsters, Dean is starting to be bored to death. So when his brother told him about Adriana Baker’s death, he jumped on the occasion, ready to discover Sacred Heart, Minnesota and the mourning sister there, Metra.

Characters : Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Metra Baker (OC), Marcus (OC), Zoey Martin (OC)

Words : 16 776

Warning : Death, angst, a little bit of fluff and language.

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My prompt was :  “Are you gonna bark all day, little doggy, or are you gonna bite?” and my song was Poison by Alice Cooper (the lyrics used are in italic). I loved the edition you decided to do and it was a real challenge for me ! I hope you’ll like it ! 😘💕

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“Ugh, please tell me you’ve got something.” Dean complained as he walked into the magnificent library of their Bunker, two beers in his hands : one for him and the other for his brother.

Sam chuckled at the sight of his older brother slumping onto a chair in front of him and letting a long, dramatic sigh of annoyance out. The older hunter was bored, impatient of going back on a case after almost two weeks of radio silence from the monsters, no call from Jody or even Garth for help, not even Castiel needed help on the Heaven situation he was facing. It was as though monsters had stopped killing people just to annoy him : it was working.

Putting the bottles on the table, Dean pushed one towards Sam and the tall man grabbed it, placing it next to his laptop without bringing it to his lips for a sip. Dean, on the other hand, took a large gulp while putting his cleaned boots on the wooden table. He had been so bored lately that he had even taken the time to clean his shoes from all the dried dirt and blood on them. Sam on the other hand had spent hours sitting in the library, relentlessly trying to find a case worth their time, the desire to go save people and hunt things growing in him as quietness from the monsters increased.

Luckily for the green-eyed hunter, his focused and sleepless brother may have found a possible case for them.

“Well, it may be not a case bu-” Sam started, straightening as he began to explain to his brother but Dean quickly interrupted him.

“Oh it will be.” He declared, eager to jump on the first case available. Sam let a soft scoff out before clearing his throat and continuing, hoping that his brother wouldn’t interrupt him again. He hated when he did.

“As I was saying, it may not be a case per se but a woman, Adriana Baker, was found dead in her apartment. According to the police report, she was ‘chocked to death and had her eyes and tongue removed’. She was living with her younger sister, Metra, she was the one finding her body.” Sam explained and seemed to have picked the older man’s attention as he straightened, attentively listening to what his brother had to say. “So, either it was a brutal homicide…” Sam continued, raising his eyes from the screen to look at his brother.

“Or it’s a case for us.” Dean finished his sentence and Sam nodded, letting him know that it was what he was thinking.

“Yeah.” Sam breathed out, resting his back against the chair again and bringing his beer bottle to his lips.

“Where did you say it happened again?” Dean asked and the taller hunter held himself back from replying that he actually hadn’t mentioned the town where the girl was killed. Once the urge of correcting his brother was gone, Sam answered his question.

“Sacred heart, Minnesota.”

“Well.” Dean started, putting his feet back on the floor. “Minnesota it is.” He declared, rising up from the chair and heading to his room to pack his bag.

Sam looked one last time at the police record before closing his laptop and imitating his brother’s action, going to his own bedroom to get his belongings.

“He shouldn’t have written ‘removed’ those eyes were like completely turned into dust.” Dean declared, playing with the button of the jacket of his suit and slightly enjoying the light wind of June as he walked to the Impala and away from the police station.

Walking next to his brother, Sam slightly nodded, thinking about the body they had just examined. Indeed, Adriana’s eyes hadn’t been cut off, no blood remained on her empty orbits, contrary to her tongue that had been brutally ripped off and had left her mouth full of blood.

Once they reached the car, the brothers leaned against the vehicle, watching each other from each side of the car.

“Do you think it could be a rogue angel or something?” Sam asked, doubting his own theory. Dean shrugged at the question before shaking his head, disagreeing with the idea.

“Nah, they weren’t properly burnt, they looked more…” The older hunter started, looking for a way to describe what had happened to the poor woman’s eyes.

“Disintegrated?” Sam tried even though he was pretty sure it was the right word to characterize what they had seen. Dean snapped his fingers and pointed at him, showing him that it was indeed what had probably happened. Sam let a little smile reach his lips, happy to be right.

Entering the black car, the two brothers took their respective places, Dean not turning the engine on yet, playing with the keys a little.

“So, what are we going with? A witch?” Dean asked, raising his eyebrows, and Sam took a second to think about it. It could be. They were no signs of actual struggles, not even traces of hands or cord strangling her. It was as though she had just choked on air, her throat tightening on their own and preventing her from inhaling oxygen. A hex bag could do that, just like it could make her eyes turn into dust. The only thing out of place was the tongue. The brutality used to remove it required a person, a spell couldn’t do that, someone had had to rip it off, not even cutting it out.

“Maybe. We should go talk to the sister, maybe she saw or heard something she didn’t want to mention to the police. I’ll take a look around the house, see if there is any hex bag around.” Sam told his brother who immediately nodded and turned on the engine, driving away from the police station and to the victim’s place.

The ride to Adriana’s house was short, the town being a small one, everyone and everything was close to one another. So even though her home was on the other side of the town, the brothers arrived in thirteen minutes. It was true that the older Winchester had a tendency to exceed the speed limits but even if he had respected them, they wouldn’t have taken more than twenty to get there.

Parking in front of the small, white house, Dean took his fake badge out of his internal pocket and checked it, making sure he was going to say the right name when he would introduce himself. Turning off the car, he put back the badge in his jacket as his brother was already looking at the front door, taking a second to analyse the front of the house and the flowers and grass in the alley to it. He frowned for a second when he noticed the dead flowers, as though they were completely dehydrated when they were supposed to be flourishing. The grass was a tern yellow, leaning towards brown, when it was supposed to be a bright green. It had rained in the area and even if it was early summer, nature wasn’t supposed to be dead or burnt yet.

“Dean?” Sam called, making his brother turn his head towards him.

“Yeah?” The older man raised his eyebrows in questioning and looked at his brother whose face was turned towards the house. Dean wondered why he had called him until Sam pointed to the dying nature with his head.

“Look at the flowers.” Sam simply said and Dean narrowed his green eyes, observing the desiccated blossoms. When he realized they were abnormally dead, the hunter raised his eyebrows and hummed.

“Well, that’s weird. Last time we saw that, it was with the crazy witch-couple, remember? The dead flowers in front of the husband’s statue?” Dean said and his little brother nodded, remembering this case too.

“Yeah. Maybe we are dealing with a witch, then.” Sam said, glancing at his big brother who was now staring at the house.

“Let’s find out.” Dean exclaimed, wiggling a single time his eyebrows and exiting his beloved car, closing the driver’s door behind him.

Sam and Dean headed to the quiet house in front of them, no neighbors outside of the houses nearby, silence surrounding them except for the light breeze of fresh, warm air landing on their faces and making Sam’s hair float a little. With a few large steps, the two tall men reached the front door, Dean raised his hand and knocked on it, waiting a few seconds until a medium-sized woman opened the door. A bit of curiosity and carefulness in her deep brown orbs, she eyed the hunters, wondering who those men were and what they were doing at her house.

“Hi, I’m Agent Buxton, this is Agent Dunaway, FBI.” Dean introduced his brother and he, showing their badges to the brown-haired girl in front of them, some reddish highlights in them. “We wanted to ask you a few questions about your sister and what happened.” He continued, refocusing on the reason for their visits instead of the beautiful woman in front of him.

“Oh.” She quietly said, a sadness veiling her brown eyes at the simple mention of her sister throwing her back in grief.

“May we come in?” Sam asked, trying to be as polite and as empathetic to establish some kind of trusting link with the witness.

“Sure.” She nodded and moved away, opening the door so the fake FBI agents could enter her home. They offered her a quick smile and got in the house.

Taking a few steps ahead of them, the brothers looked around, spotting a few pictures of the sisters in frames resting on a chest of drawers in the hall and on the walls. Turning their heads, they saw a tidy library in the living room on their left, an open book resting on the couch. In front of them was a stair leading to the bedrooms and restroom. Everything was quiet and neat, the brothers didn’t know it but Metra had spent hours cleaning and tidying everything in the house to focus her mind on anything else but the death of her sister.

“I was making coffee, would you like some?” Metra offered and Dean quickly nodded, appreciating the offer.

“With pleasure.” He answered and the woman led them to the kitchen on the right. Placing herself behind the counter where the coffee maker was, she put herself on her tiptoes and took three cups in a closet behind her. Then, turning around, she placed them on the counter and filled them with hot coffee, handing two of them to the agents on the other side of it.

“Thanks.” The older one said while Sam simply smiled in appreciation, taking the cup without bringing it to his lips.

“Please, take a seat.” The brown-haired woman gestured to the table behind them, following her own advice and sitting on one of the chairs. The brothers followed her lead and sat at the table too, observing the woman focused on the steam leaving her cup of coffee.

“Miss Baker, we’re sorry for your loss.” Sam started and she nodded, closing her eyes in pain and sorrow.

“Thank you…” She whispered as an answer and Dean offered her a compassionate smile when he heard her slightly broken voice.

“Miss Baker,” Dean started and she raised her head, her brown eyes finding his green ones, a piece of her hair falling from behind her ear.

“Please, call me Metra.” She asked and he nodded, letting a little smile reach his lips before refocusing on his question.

“Metra. Did you witness any strange behavior in your sister on the day she died?” He asked, feeling sorry for the woman in front of him as she winced.

Dean didn’t know any other way to ask this, even after years of hunting, confronting the witnesses to the recent deaths of their loved ones wasn't something easy to do. But once the pain of the words slightly passed, Metra took a breath and shook her head at him, ready to answer.

“Excuse me.” She tried to say, lightly sniffing as the tears slowly started to stop.

“Hum, no, no. She was normal, smiling and joyful. She was always so joyful…” She whispered the end of her sentence, some tears reaching her sad eyes. She tried to keep the tears at bay as long as possible but the more the minutes passed, the harder it was to keep her emotions hidden.

Letting a hiccup of grief escape, she quickly brought her hand to her mouth, trying to cover the sounds.

Looking to his right, Dean spotted a box of tissues next to his brother and with a movement of his head, he made Sam understand to give him one. The tall man grabbed a tissue and handed it to his brother who quickly took it and offered it to the mourning woman.

“Here.” Dean caught her attention and she rapidly accepted it, welcoming his warm smile.

“Thank you.” She said, using the tissue and taking a deep breath to regain her composure.

“Did your sister have any enemies? Has she been in conflict with someone recently?” Sam took over the interrogations, hoping that the woman could give them any kind of hints on who could have done this to Adriana.

Shrugging, Metra wrapped her hands around the warm cup of coffee.

“Hum, no, not really.” She started, shaking her head before stopping herself. “Well… she was always a bit in competition with Zoey. Actually, Zoey was the one wanting to compete with my sister. She’s always been jealous of her but Adriana never really thought too much about it, she wasn’t one to bother arguing over a better grade or boys.” Metra explained, a little lost in thoughts as she recalled the many arguments Zoey had tried to have with her sister. She envied her sister’s success so much that she would rather get into a fight with her than try to achieve something on her own.

“And Zoey is…” Dean started, not finishing his sentence so she could explain to them who Zoey was.

“Oh, she is a girl in town. Adriana and her went to the same school. It’s a small town, everyone knows each other here.” She explained and the boys nodded.

“Did Zoey’s jealousy ever lead to an actual confrontation? Maybe in the last few days?” Sam tried and Metra’s eyes quickly looked to the right, searching in her mind and suddenly remembering something, she nodded.

“Miss Baker, can I take a look in your sister’s room? This is where you found her, right?” He asked even if he knew for sure that it was. He had read the police report enough time to even be aware of the position she was found in, the pictures of her dead body printed in his brain.

“Yeah, three days ago, Adriana came back upset from work. She said something about a girl having to put an end to all this childishness. She didn’t say much or her name but now that I think about it, it’s possible that she was talking about Zoey.” Metra explained and the brothers nodded, both of them making a mental note to talk to this Zoey later.

Clearing his throat, Sam brought the attention back to him and slightly pushed his chair, ready to get up.

Metra’s eyebrows furrowed for a second at the request.

“Hum, I’m sorry to ask you this but, why? The police already searched her room and took most of her stuff.” The woman asked and Sam rapidly, quicker than a second, clenched his jaws.

He never liked when witnessed and victims questioned his or his brother’s actions. It was already bad enough that they were impersonating federal agents, so he always tried as much as he could to avoid questioning of this type. But he also understood those people not wanting to go through another interrogation, another police research.

Offering her a light smile, Sam answered her query.

“I know, but I just wanna take a look around. See if I can find something they’ve missed. It's a routine procedure.” He explained and she nodded. They were the professionals after all. Who was she to question their methods?

“Sure. Hum, it’s upstairs. First door on your left. Do you mind if I don’t…” She didn’t know how to finish her sentence. It had been difficult for her to even pass in front of her sister’s door for the past few days, she had even considered staying in a motel room for a few days, so she didn’t feel like escorting the agent to her sister’s crime scene.

Sam understood what she meant and quickly nodded, raising a calm hand, a gesture to let her know to stay seated.

“Of course.” He declared before leaving the kitchen, not without sending a quick glance to his brother who was going to stay and keep company with their host, using this time to ask her more questions.

Walking upstairs, Sam observed the house, looking at the pictures on the walls. Each one of them contained the two sisters, sometimes what looked like their friends joined them in their poses and one time, what could be a boyfriend was kissing Adriana’s cheek. He made a note to ask Metra about who he was. If it was a witch, everyone could be a suspect. But for now, he wasn’t even sure that it was this kind of supernatural being.

Turning on the left, Sam opened the first door and found himself in a large room. Not much furniture was in the victim’s bedroom, a bed, a desk, a large wardrobe and an old stereo system. Taking a few steps inside and closing the door behind him, he took a quick look at the equipment and thought to himself that better and newer ones existed now, but it wasn’t the reason why he was there.

So, he started to examine the room, looking for anything the police hadn’t noticed, something that could prove it was their kind of thing, any clue on what monster they were dealing with.

Walking to the window, the hunter checked the edge of it to see if sulfur remained on it, the idea of a demon killing the poor girl not leaving his mind. But nothing was there, not even a scratch which showed no breaking and entering. Even if the police report had said so, he wanted to check by himself. Then, Sam looked at her desk, not many notebooks remained on it and after quickly browsing through them, he put them back on it, turning to the wardrobe. Pushing some dresses and blouses on hangers aside, he decided to take a look in her drawers. Not that he was going to find pleasure in it like his brother could have, but because this place – along with under her mattress – could be a nice one to hide a hex bag. And, pushing his hand between socks, he felt something harder, familiar, that he quickly grabbed and got out of the drawer. A little purple bundle with a pentagram embroidered on it appeared in his palm as he opened his fingers.

Letting a little proud sound out at the discovery, Sam opened the hex bag and took a tiny cat bone out of it. Removing a piece made it safer for him to carry it without fearing a curse to be put on him too. Then putting the now disarmed hex bag in his pocket, he walked back to the stairs, ready to join his brother.

Once he reached the kitchen again, Sam saw his brother holding the girl’s hand, his eyes empathetic, trying to show comfort. Sam couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the scene, his big brother had shown kindness and brought comfort to witnesses and victims before, and many of them had thanked him in a way he deeply enjoyed. He knew that his brother was sincere in his reassuring words but Dean would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy women giving him a thank-you-my-hero kiss.

Entering the kitchen, Sam slightly cleared his throat and Dean straightened, his hand leaving Metra’s. Turning around, the older Winchester communicated with his eyes to his brother who let him know that he had found something. Dean gave him an almost imperceptible nod and turned back to Metra.

“Thank you for your time, we’ll get back to you if we find anything.” Dean declared, a small smile on his face.

Metra nodded and rose from her chair, ready to accompany the agents to the door. Sam was the first one to walk to it and Dean stayed by Metra’s side, waiting for the perfect moment to talk to her one last time.

Opening the door to them, Sam exited the house and Dean turned towards her, his right hand searching his suit pocket and pulling a card out of it. He handed it to the woman and she lightly frowned.

“You’re welcome.” The older brother answered with a smile and turned around when she started to close the door.

“Here. If you remember anything, whether you think it’s important or not, or if you need anything, call us.” He declared and Metra gave him a tight smile, taking the card in her hands and observing it for a moment. When she raised her head to look at them again, Dean was offering her a bright white smile.

“Thank you, Agent.” She answered, putting the card in her back pocket.

Going down the stairs together, Sam rolled his eyes again in annoyance at his brother’s flirtation on the job and walked to the car. Placing his arms on top of the Impala, Sam started to talk as Dean walked around the black car to reach the driver side.

“I think we’re dealing with a witch.” He declared, searching his suit-pants pocket and pulling the hex bag out of it, throwing it to his brother who caught it in flight.

Observing the little object for a second, Dean nodded, leaning against his car.

“So, you think this Zoey girl is going all Hocus Pocus at night?” Dean asked his brother who shrugged, giving him a silent ‘maybe’.

“Alright, let’s go talk to her then.” He declared, opening the driver’s door and already starting the engine as his brother joined him.

Stepping out of Zoey Martin’s house, the brothers were still a bit suspicious but unsure of her being a supernatural creature. Only one thing was sure: she was just a bitch.

They had walked into her home with the suspicion of her being a witch. The nature around her house, parched from two blocks around, had been interpreted as a side-effect of her black magic. But when they had arrived at her place, they had seen her desperately trying to water her withered roses to bring them back to life. A witch would have used magic to do that or not even cared about her flowers being dead.

This first impression made them doubt.

But it didn’t stop the Winchester from looking for anything witchy in her house or behavior and after arguing with her about them having the right – a right they clearly didn’t have – to ask her questions, they finally got into her house. Her suspicions about the hunters and her lack of cooperation on this fake investigation at first, both annoyed them and made it more difficult for them to look for any clues on her nature or the crime she had potentially committed. But eventually, Dean turned on his ‘famous’ charm and she fell right into this fly-trap, touching her hair as he told her how important her statement was going to be for them – for him. This distraction allowed Sam to sneak around her house, looking for anything suspicious that could tell them she was behind all this. But all the younger brother found was some pictures of herself hanging on the walls, dozens of different nail polishes and shoes. This girl was way too concerned about her self-image to be killing kittens with her bare hands or opening her wrist to cast spells with her own blood.

But, even if the way she behaved lowered the suspicions about her, the way Zoey was talking about Adriana made them twitch. Even if, maybe, she hadn’t killed the poor girl, she clearly wasn’t sorry about her death either. As she had so kindly declared, ‘this girl was always in the way, it was only a matter of time before someone did what everyone was thinking’. And after making her understand that it wasn’t a heated argument that happened but an actual murder, Zoey had shrugged, telling the brothers that no matter what had happened, it wasn’t any of her concern.

It was at that very moment that Sam was too annoyed with her to stay on that couch anymore and pretended to need to use her bathroom. A request she had nodded to, too lost in the green eyes of the hunter by her side. And when they explained they had to leave, Zoey asked for a number to call them if she ever thought about anything and Dean politely told her that it wouldn’t be necessary, leaving her on the porch while Sam let out a chuckle on the way to the car.

Inside the Impala, Dean sighed loudly in annoyance and frustration and Sam raised his eyebrows, joining his brother about this feeling.

“So, anything even a little bit witchy?” Dean asked, hopeful about having a positive answer from his brother but when Sam immediately shook his head, he sighed again.

“Nope, only girly things. I don’t think she killed her but considering how much she actually revealed about Adriana without caring, maybe someone used her for information or something.” Sam supposed, already thinking about new suspects and answers to their case.

Dean shrugged for a moment, considering his brother's theory and nodded.

“Metra, huh?” A little, mocking smile on the face, he teased his brother.

“Yeah, maybe. Metra said that her sister’s boyfriend was a bit distant lately. Maybe he got tired of her, was wondering about a way to end things with her and decided that murder was a good way to end a relationship. And lovely Zoey over there was willing to bitch about her all day long.” Dean interpreted, earning a little snort from his brother at his sudden theory.

It could be a possibility and at the beginning of a case, they were willing to listen to any theories. So, face-shrugged for a short second, not disapproving but not completely agreeing either. And turning to his brother, his eyebrows slightly raised.

“Shut up.” Dean only answered, turning on the engine and driving to their motel.

“So what do you think, the boyfriend is a witch and put a killing spell on her girl?” Dean asked his brother, pulling his jacket off and throwing it on the nearest bed.

Sam shrugged, his rolled up sleeves arms resting on his laptop. The killer-boyfriend theory wasn’t unbelievable but the police had interrogated him and his alibi had been confirmed. And even though if he was actually a witch he could use his ability in his favor, something was off with this theory. And therefore, Sam wanted to have more than one lead on this case.

“I don’t know, the police questioned and his alibi seems to fit. But something is bothering me about this murder.” Sam started, narrowing his eyes in reflection.

“Maybe the fact that it’s a murder?” Dean declared, crouching down in front of the mini bar to grab a beer for him and his brother. Sam rolled his eyes at his brother’s comment and continued in his thinking.

“We noticed the dying nature in front of Adriana's place, which makes sense with her being the victim but Zoey’s roses were withered too. So either she’s the next victim or something else is going on in this town. I don’t know if you noticed but the whole town isn’t as flowery as it should be for this time of the year.” Sam explained while Dean took place in front of him, resting his Oxford shoes on the table.

“Well, unlike you I don’t really pay attention to the daisies in a town, Sammy.” Dean mocked his brother, causing him to roll his eyes in annoyance.

“Be serious for a second, I’m telling you something is wrong in this town.” Sam pushed, starting to be irritated by his brother’s behavior and lack of interest in this case.

“I am. And I’m telling you this is a freaking witch. You found a hex bag, remember?” Dean replied, slightly raising his palms towards the sky. He didn’t get why his brother was looking for another lead when the one they had hadn’t even been fully explored. This case was supposed to be easy, they confronted the witch, AKA the ex-boyfriend, killed the guy and saved the girl, hopefully Metra. Dean was starting to be pretty fond of the brown-haired girl and he hoped that once they had solved the case, he could be the one to announce the great news to her.

“Yes, but I’m telling you something is of-” Sam started to argue with his brother but Dean’s phone suddenly rang, interrupting him. Dean raised a hand, making him understand to shut up and Sam clenched his jaw at the way he was completely ignoring him and what he was saying, preferring to answer his call.

The older man straightened, putting his feet on the floor and answered his phone.

“Hello?” He started, slightly frowning as he wondered who was calling him. But soon, a voice he recognized talked on the other side of the phone.

“Agent Buxton? I think someone is in my house.” Metra quickly said, fear and worry in her voice. Dean immediately straightened, his attention fully focused on the girl that was talking to him.

“Alright, lock yourself in your bedroom or your bathroom, any room with a window you can escape by. We’re on our way.” Dean instructed her and Sam stared at his brother, trying to understand who he was talking to but before he could even ask, Dean got up and reached for his jacket, quickly putting it on.

“Please, hurry… I’m scared…” Metra whispered on the other side of the phone and Dean’s heart broke for a second, hating when people were scared and he couldn’t immediately protect and reassure them.

“Listen to me, I’m on my way, okay? Lock yourself and if you think you can leave your house without danger, do it. You’re gonna be okay.” He stated, seriousness making his voice a little deeper than usual.

“Okay… Please, hurry up…” The girl quietly said and the call ended.

Turning to his brother, Sam was already staring at him, putting his own jacket back on.

“Metra’s in danger, someone broke into her house.” Dean quickly explained, grabbing his gun on the table and heading to the motel room’s door, his little brother behind him.

The brothers hurried to the black Impala and the second the doors were closed, Dean started the engine, speeding out of the parking lot of the motel and towards Metra’s place. Concentrated and serious, Dean quickly drove to her house while Sam searched the duffel bag on his lap. After a few seconds, he pulled a wooden box out of it and opened it, taking the bullets in his hands and started to load his and his brother’s gun.

“Witch killing bullets.” Sam informed his brother who only nodded, approving his choice and stepped on the gas.

Soon, the brothers arrived at the victim’s house and jumped out of the car, running to the slightly opened front door. Dean was the first one to carefully enter the house, looking around him for any signs of the girl who had called him or the intruder. But, his gun raised before him, he didn’t see anyone and when he felt his brother behind him, he slightly turned his head to look at him, jutting his chin towards the kitchen and letting him know he would look around the living room. But as he was about to enter the room on his left, a scream echoed upstairs and the older brother rushed to the floor without even thinking.

Sam followed him, ready to shoot at any danger appearing while Dean tracked the sound and turned right when Metra screamed more loudly. His heartbeat fastened as he ran to the girl’s bedroom and when he entered the room, slamming the door wide open, he raised his gun ready to aim and shoot at the supernatural creature hurting the poor girl. But the hunter froze when he saw no one around except Metra, pressed against a wall, wrapped in a glowing white mist preventing her from moving and, soon, from breathing. For a second, Dean didn’t know what to do, unable to shoot at the fog surrounding her without hurting Metra.

It was easier when the threat was concrete, physical. If you could touch it, you could kill it.

Metra gasped for air, trying to free herself and her throat, desperately trying to have the oxygen filling her lungs. And when she opened her eyes, her brown orbs met the green ones of the hunter and he regained control of his own body when he saw the fear in her eyes. Slightly turning his head, he saw Sam behind him, focused on the trap girl too and looking for a way to free her.

“Sam, hex bag!” Dean shouted and turned towards the girl again. “Hold on, Metra, we’re gonna free you!” He declared, not leaving a hint of doubt in his strong voice.

Quickly, the brothers searched the woman’s room, Sam opened the drawers of her desk while Dean cut the pillows, trying to find where the magical object could be. Then, ripping open the mattress, a little, purple bundle fell on the floor. The hunter immediately grabbed it, searching his pocket for his lighter and set the magical object on fire. Purple flames burned the hex bag and the mist disappeared, freeing Metra and making her fall on the floor. Dean rushed to her, kneeling in front of her and placing a reassuring hand on her arm.

Taking some big and deep breaths, Metra raised her head, her eyes full of confusion and fear asking for answers on what had just happened to her. Dean moved his hand up and down her arm, trying to give her some comfort and turned his head towards his brother.

Another person they had to give the talk to.

After a short explanation on the supernatural threat she had just faced and who they actually were, Sam and Dean convinced Metra to come with them to their motel room, assuring her that it was the best way to keep her safe. And, trying to wrap her mind around this whole supernatural world and creatures, she packed a bag and followed them to the black car.

Once in the motel, Sam sat down behind his computer and searched for anything that could help them in this case while his brother tried to answer the poor woman’s questions. Resting her head between her hands, Metra’s heart pounded in her chest, her eyes focused on the brown carpet of the motel room.

“So, it was a witch. A witch killed my sister.” Metra declared, trying to get used to the creature behind her sister’s murder.

Dean sighed, placing a warm and reassuring hand on her knees.

“We think so. The hex bag I burned? Sam found one in your sister’s room as well. We think someone who wanted to harm her put it there. You said that she had some arguments with her boyfriend recently, right?” Dean asked even though he already knew the answer. He only needed confirmation to go to his place and make sure he didn’t hurt anyone anymore.

“You think Marcus did this to her?” Metra raised her head, her eyes wide opened in shock. Dean only shrugged.

Adriana and her boyfriend had been in a relationship for years and they were only facing disagreements for the past few months but nothing that could ever make them think about murdering the loved one.

“But why me? I mean, why try to kill me, too?” She asked, the more she was thinking about this whole story the more confused she was becoming.

The idea that Marcus had killed her own sister, that he had used magic to do so and that she could have been his next victim: all of this was so confusing and crazy. The many new and unbelievable information were starting to hurt her head and making her wish she was only having a nightmare.

A long and very real nightmare.

“We don’t know. But the bad guys don’t usually stop at one killing, sometimes it’s easier to get rid of the entire family too. No witnesses.” Dean gave her an explanation and Metra’s heart dropped into her stomach.

When Dean saw her face fall, he clenched his jaws, silently hoping he hadn’t phrased it that way. And as he raised his head to look at his little brother, he could see in Sam’s eyes that maybe it wasn’t the best to have said this but again, there wasn’t any good way to tell someone they could be on the list of a murderous witch.

Metra’s breath started to get stuck in her throat, her heart beating loudly in her ears as she was slowly starting to take everything that had happened to her and her sister in. Feeling dizzy without even having touched the beer the older Winchester had offered her when they had arrived, Metra tried to get up. Dean’s hand fell off of her knee and he rose with her, careful on how she was holding up, paying close attention to her body and any hint of her passing out on him. It wouldn’t have been the first someone fainted in front of them after hearing about what bumped into the night. But he really hoped that she wouldn’t be one of them.

But, slightly putting her weight on Dean’s arm as she stood up, she looked at the bathroom’s door on her right.

“I… I need to go to the bathroom.” She declared, her voice not louder than a whisper.

“Sure.” Dean answered her with a weak smile and let her arm go as she started walking to the bathroom.

The hunter clenched his jaws when she closed the door behind her and quickly turned to his brother, hoping that Sam had found anything that could help them in this case. The address of this Marcus guy would be awesome for example. So, walking to his brother, Dean sat down at the table Sam was working at. Crossing his hands on the furniture, he bent his back to be closer to his brother, ready to listen to any info the tall man could have found out.

“Sam! An address maybe?” Dean pushed and Sam clenched his jaws, staring at him. His brother was cutting off even his thoughts.

“Tell me you’ve got something, anything.” Dean immediately asked and Sam straightened, ready to let his brother know what he had discovered.

While Dean was trying to comfort Metra and make her understand what their real job was, Sam had opened the hex bag in the sisters’ rooms; trying to find a clue on who had cursed them. The basic ingredients for a hex bag were there : like some black cat bones, herbs and withered flowers, some fur too. But as he had inspected the ingredients, he had noticed a twig of some kind of cereal and-

Letting a deep and loud sigh of annoyance and frustration, the younger brother tapped his fingers on his laptop and got Marcus’ location in a few seconds.

“501 Hazel Street.” Sam declared reluctantly and Dean jumped on his feet, grabbing his gun and checking that it was still loaded with witch-killing bullets.

“Dean, I think we should talk about this first. Maybe this isn’t the only lead. Maybe this isn’t a lead at all.” Sam tried to explain to his brother that what he had found in the hex bag could be more than just a witch. But Dean was stubborn when he wanted to and, turning to his brother, he offered him a big, fake smile.

“Well, let’s check if it is one.” He stated, putting his gun in his jeans and walked to the bathroom.

Knocking on it, he discreetly put his ear on the door to catch any unusual sound coming from the other side.

“Metra? We’re going to go to Marcus’, okay? You can stay here while we’re gone, we won’t be long.” Dean explained against the wooden door and as Sam let a surprised sound behind him as the tall hunter would have liked to know that she was staying here before he told her, Metra opened the door, almost cutting Dean off in his sentence and making him take a step back.

“I’m coming with you.” She declared, her eyes red and puffy from her obvious crying in the bathroom.

Dean shook his head, immediately disagreeing with this idea. Metra coming with them meant more danger for her and Dean thought that she had been through enough already.

“No, it’s safer if you stay at the motel.” Dean stated, ready to turn around and leave so he wouldn’t have to argue with her for too long.

“Isn’t the safer place with you?” She started and Dean slightly pouted, revealing the dimples at the corners of his lips. He hated when people used this. “Besides, if Marcus really is the one who killed Adriana I wanna see him. I wanna ask him why…” Metra continued, lowering her gaze for a second as she mentioned her sister’s death.

Dean sighed, clenching his jaws as he thought about what she meant and if he had been in her place, there was no way in hell that he would have stayed in that motel room. But it didn’t mean that he had to be happy with her joining them.

“Alright.” Dean sighed, clenching his jaws. “You can come with us but you stay in the car and I’ll call you when it’s safe for you to see him. That’s my condition.” The older hunter explained and the woman nodded. At least she wasn’t going to stay alone in this motel room, waiting for them to come back with the news of her sister’s murderer killed. At least, this way, she could have a chance to have an explanation of it all.

“Okay.” Metra simply answered and Dean nodded, turning to Sam who was giving him many disapproving looks he decided to ignore.

“Well, let’s go.” Dean declared, putting his jacket off and brushing past his irritated brother who had no other choice but to follow him.

“Alright, let’s do this.” Dean said, checking his gun one last time before turning around in the Impala, looking at Metra in the backseat.

“So, you stay here and I’ll come and get you when it’s good.” The older man repeated and Metra nodded again, knowing that it was the smartest thing to listen to him. If Marcus had really tried to kill her too, it was safer for her to stay hidden until he couldn’t hurt her anymore.

“Good. Let’s go.” Dean told his little brother who quickly got out of the car after glancing at the girl behind him.

Watching his big brother heading to the small house in front of them, Sam quickly started to follow him so he wouldn’t do anything stupid like burst the door open and threaten a potentially innocent man. But before he could make his brother slow down and think, Dean was kicking the door, bursting into the house and pointing his gun at the man laying on his comfortable sofa.

“Don’t move!” Dean shouted and Marcus shrieks, curling on his couch in fear.

“Wha- what is going on?” The man asked in a high and shaky voice, making Dean frown for a second. It wasn’t the reaction he was expecting but witches could try to fool them with fake behavior. So, Dean continued to aim at the man in front of him, his gaze dark and threatening, ready to shoot if Marcus did a move he didn’t like.

“Dean! Stop!” Sam yelled behind him, rushing into the living room and witnessing the terrified man.

Dean quickly glanced at his brother before turning his attention back to Marcus, his jaws clenched and his eyes focused.

“What?” The older man asked in a grave and loud voice while Sam walked to him, hands raised in a calming gesture.

“It’s not him. The flowers in front of his house, they’re withered.” Sam explained, hoping that his explanation would make sense.

The vegetation surrounding Marcus’ home was dead, just like the Baker sisters’ and Zoey’s. Marcus wasn’t the killer, for all it was, he could be the next victim. Dean knew what his brother meant by that but it didn’t mean he had to agree with him. So, keeping his arms straight and steady in front of him, still holding his gun, Dean shrugged.

“So? He could be the one making them die. We thought that about Zoey, too.” He declared and the threatened man’s eyes widened.

“Did something happen to Zoey, too?” Marcus asked in a trembling voice.

“Shut up!” The green-eyed hunter quickly shouted and Marcus stopped talking, sinking a bit more into his sofa in fear.

“Dean, look at him, he’s terrified! It’s not him!” Sam tried to talk some sense into his brother who was slowly starting to listen to him.

He didn’t like to be wrong and threaten the wrong guy, but Dean had to admit that Marcus seemed more scared than dangerous. If he was the witch, he would have put a spell on them by now, sending them flying across the room or turning their intestines in knots. But the whole time Dean had aimed at him, Marcus had only curled up on his couch, trying to get as far away from his gun as possible, asking what was happening, fear written all over his face.

So, sighing, Dean lowered his gun and Marcus started to breathe again.

“If you didn’t kill Adriana, what’s your deal with Zoey? Why bitch about your girlfriend to her?” Dean asked the panicked man whose eyebrows rose in incomprehension, wondering who those men were in his living room.

And when he took too much time to answer, Dean raised his voice again.

“Answer!”

“W-we started going out together f-for a few weeks. I was trying to break up with Adri, I swear, but before I could explain everything, sh-she got killed.” Marcus blurted out, stuttering through his sentence. Dean rolled his eyes at the answer and put his gun back in his jeans.

“So, not a murderer, just a shitty boyfriend.” He judged and Marcus let out a quiet sob, hiding his head in his hands, making Dean sigh and look away.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry, please, don’t kill me…” Marcus begged and Dean pouted in discomfort.

Looking around him, he found a box of tissues and grabbed them, handing Marcus the box in a sigh.

“Here.” Marcus took a tissue and blew his nose. “I’m not gonna kill you, alright? Just… next time, break up with the girl before looking elsewhere.” Dean told the poor man who quickly nodded, fully understanding the lesson.

“Alright, let’s go.” The older brother declared, turning around and away from Marcus and meeting the disapproving gaze of his little brother.

Dean knew that he had screwed up, he shouldn’t have threatened the half-innocent man but it was stronger than him, he wanted to solve this case. He needed to solve this case. But Sam wanted the same thing as him and the younger hunter wasn’t threatening people before he was sure they were actually the person they were looking for.

Feeling the guilt of scaring the poor guy, Dean headed to the front door, wanting to leave as fast as possible. Marcus didn’t deserve this, he hadn’t been the boyfriend of the year for sure, but Dean knew that his method hadn’t been right. He couldn’t just walk into a house, threaten the people there only to walk away when he realized he had been mistaken. And he knew that his little brother was going to remind him this once they would be alone. Dean already apprehended this inevitable moment.

“Hum… we’re really sorry, Marcus. We made a mistake.” Sam politely smiled, trying to calm down the scared man in front of him and making him understand that they were working on Adriana’s case but had been misled.

After making up a few white lies and making sure that Marcus wasn’t going to be traumatized for life or file a complaint against them, Sam left the house, leaving the man on his couch, still in shock. Watching his brother walking to the black car, Sam caught up with Dean before he could reach the Impala.

“What the hell, Dean? You can’t just threaten people like that!” Sam lectured his brother who sighed, knowing full well the mistake he had made.

“I thought he was the bad guy, okay? And he kinda was.” Dean tried to justify himself but Sam rolled his eyes, shaking his head in disapproval. No matter what his brother was going to find to legitimize what he had done, it wouldn’t make it right. The stab first and ask questions later method had been out of question for a while now and Sam didn’t intend to come back to it soon.

“Dean, you can’t just burst into people’s houses like that and leave them in shock. What’s gotten into you?” Sam asked, his eyebrows in a frown, trying to understand the meaning under his brother’s behavior.

But, taking a breath to ease the tension between them, Sam took a step towards his brother.

“I just wanna solve this case before more people get hurt.” Dean declared, stopping in front of the Impala and turning to Sam.

The tall man could see that Dean was serious, that solving this case was something he deeply wanted to do. And Sam also knew that, the ‘more people’ his brother was talking about was Metra. Sam didn’t quite understand the sudden care for the girl, she was witnessed and a victim but they didn’t know her at all and as much as Dean would hate that he thought so, if Marcus wasn’t the killer, everyone could be a suspect.

“I know. And I wanna solve this case too, trust me. But let’s do it right and not just threaten every person we come across, right?” Sam told him, slightly raising his eyebrows to make Dean understand that he was serious. The green-eyed man let a frustrated breath out, looking away for a second, hating when his brother was right.

“Right.” Dean declared, his way to say he was sorry and was agreeing with his brother.

“Is everything okay?” A voice joined the brothers’ conversation and Dean turned around, his eyes founding the brown ones of Metra.

His face softened a little when he looked at her, standing behind her opened door and he took a step towards her.

“Yeah. Marcus wasn’t the one behind your sister’s murder.” Dean explained and Metra’s mouth slightly opened in a ‘o’, raising her eyebrows at the information.

“So, what do we do, now?” She asked, looking from one brother to the other, wanting to know how they could solve her sister’s case. Dean searched the beautiful girl’s face and her eyes seemed clouded in a certain sadness, the elucidation of this tragedy slowly slipping away from her grasp. Dean’s heart tightened at view and he took another step to her, showing his support.

“We go back to the motel and we continue working the case until we find out who it is.” The hunter declared, confidence and seriousness in his voice. Metra nodded, trying to give him a small smile and when he turned to his brother, Sam was nodding too, approving of this simple but much more reasonable plan.

Dean walked to the driver’s door and sat down behind the wheels. Turning on the engine, he drove back to their motel. They still had a lot of work to do.

Back to their motel room, Sam and Dean changed their clothes, deciding that the fake-fbi suits had been enough and wanting to go back to their own self. Metra had been quiet through the whole ride and even now, sitting on Dean’s bed. The woman was tired, wanting to know the long and the short of what had happened to her sister.

Lost in her thoughts, the brown-haired girl was looking mindlessly at the floor, the events of the past few days running through her head, watching her sister’s corpse over and over, her own near death experience joining the party. Raising his head from his father’s journal, trying to see if John had ever come across something like this during his years of hunting, Dean looked at Metra. Frowning at her resting her head on her hands and staring at nothing, he turned to her.

“You’re okay there, Sweetheart?” The nickname slipped from his lips but Metra didn’t seem to mind, as she only looked at him.

Shrugging at first, the woman shook her head soon after, lowering her gaze.

“No, not really. I feel… drained and… dirty. Could I borrow your bathroom and maybe take a shower, please?” Metra asked, unsure of how her request would be taken. They were already kind enough to let her stay with them and maybe she was going to push their boundaries with her ask. But, on the contrary, Dean nodded, not seeing the problem in her demand.

“Sure. Do you need clean clothes or something?” He asked, not knowing what he would have given her if she had said yes. But fortunately for him, she shook her head, getting up from the bed.

“No, no, I just need to wash myself after… everything. Thank you.” She explained and gave the hunter a smile that Dean returned.

Metra walked to the bathroom and Sam glanced at her when she passed by him, silently observing her enter their bathroom for the second time. When he turned his head again, Dean was staring at the closed door and Sam narrowed his eyes. Feeling his brother’s eyes on him, Dean looked at Sam, raising his eyebrows questioningly.

“What?” He asked in his deep voice and Sam simply looked at him, analyzing.

“Nothing.”

“Yeah.” Dean closed the conversation and browsed through his father’s journal that he knew by heart, fully knowing that he wouldn’t find anything in it.

Sam went back to his opened laptop in front of him when the water began to flow in the bathroom, reading on a website about witchcraft what the herbs in the hex bag could refer to and bringing his attention back to the twig he had noticed earlier. And, taking it between his fingers, he quickly recognized it as wheat. It wasn’t common to find this cereal in a hex bag and it caught the younger brother’s attention. And, after recognizing the wheat, Sam paid more attention to the withered flowers next to it. And even though he wasn’t an expert in blossoms, he couldn’t help but want to find out what those flowers actually were and after some targeted research on the topic, Sam discovered that those dried petals were those of hydrangea, colchium and hemlock.

Frowning, he decided to do detailed research on those flowers, wanting to discover the meaning behind them, convinced that it could help them in the case. And, once he had gathered the information he was looking for, he let out a surprised snort, leaning against the back of his chair.

“So, get this.” Sam started, making his brother look away from the pages of the journal, having his full attention. When Sam started a sentence like this, it meant that the solution was on the way.

“I noticed some strange ingredients in the hex bag I found in Adriana’s room so I did some research.” Sam started to explain and Dean smirked a little, secretly impressed when his little brother noticed things like those when he would only see herbs and bones. Sam continued.

“Okay Edward Scissorhands, where does that leave us?” Dean asked, turning his palms towards the sky in perplexity.

“First, there is a twig of wheat” Sam took the small branch in his fingers and showed it to his brother, illustrating his words. “Then, there were some dead petals too and I found out that they are hydrangea, colchium, hemlock and poppy.” Sam explained, turning his laptop towards his brother so he could see by himself the flowers he was talking about.

Glancing at the pictures of the flowers then at his brother, Dean raised his eyebrows, not getting what he was supposed to understand from looking at some daisies.

Sam groaned a little and took his laptop back before continuing to explain where he was getting.

“The wheat is a symbol of the cultivation of the fields, harvests. The hydrangea is a flower that grows in the garden until the end of summer, they allude to deep emotions towards the one surrounding us, especially our family. As for the colchium and hemlock, they are symbols of jealousy, dying love and poison and betrayal.” Sam explained and Dean’s eyebrows furrowed the more his brother talked.

“Okay.” Dean simply said but Sam knew it was an invitation to go on. And he did.

“I think that, those flowers weren’t randomly chosen. I think all of this is connected. The symbols of family, betrayal, jealousy and dying love.” Sam said and Dean was now really into his brother’s tale, joining him in the analysis and trying to connect the dots with him.

“Okay, but what about the wheat? What’s the link between farms and a poor girl dead?” Dean wondered and Sam slightly shook his head, leaning closer to his brother.

“Not between farms, but between fields and cultivation.” Sam corrected his brother who raised his eyebrows, trying to understand what his point was. “I don’t think we’re dealing with a witch here, Dean. I think we’re dealing with a god.” Sam declared and Dean’s eyes widened.

The idea of facing a god in this small, lost-in-the-middle-of-nowhere town wasn’t something that had reached Dean’s mind. Less alone when all the clues were pointing to a witch. So, frowning, Dean tucked his chin before interrupting his brother.

“God? What god? What about the hex bag? Gods don’t need those. We’re clearly dealing with a witch, here, Sam.” Dean argued and Sam understood why his brother was saying that.

It was true that gods had no use for hex bags and that they usually despite working with witches or other supernatural beings, but it wouldn’t have been the first god who would mix identities with someone else to achieve their aims. After all, Loki and Gabriel had shared identities for centuries. So, to Sam, it wouldn’t be absurd if Adriana’s death had been caused by a god who was trying to hide it as witchcraft. And he needed to make Dean see his point of view on the situation.

“Listen, everything makes sense if you think about it. The dying nature all over town, the twig of wheat and the poppy in the hex bag. This is not a witch but a god.” Sam continued and Dean raised his hands, showing his lack of understanding.

“What god?” He asked, slowly starting to get irritated by not understanding.

“Persephone? And what makes you think it’s her?” Dean asked and Sam was happy to explain his thoughts to him and how he had come to this conclusion.

“Persephone.” Sam stated and Dean stopped, narrowing his eyes.

The name wasn’t unknown to the older brother but he didn’t really understand how it could be more Persephone or any other god than a vengeful witch. And why would they bother covering up their murder as if a witch had done it? Dean wasn’t fully against the possibility of a god doing all this, but he needed to understand why his brother thought so.

“Well, you know the myth of Persephone, right?” Sam started and Dean made a face his little brother knew too well.

“Of course.” He lied and Sam couldn’t help but have a slight smile on his lips, always finding it a little funny when he tried to act like he knew something when he didn’t.

“Well, as you know, Persephone had been kidnapped by Hades who wanted to make her his queen in Hell. Her mother, Demeter, declared that the Earth would starve until she found her daughter and after going to Zeus, they came to an arrangement: Persephone would spend eight months on Earth with her mother and four in Hell with her Hades. That’s why nature is almost missing or dead during winter, the four months Persephone are in Hell.” Sam explained the myth and Dean nodded, taking in the information his brother was giving him.

“Alright, but we’re in June, so your story doesn’t make sense.” Dean declared and the younger hunter quickly nodded, agreeing with him.

“Exactly, we’re in June, the vegetation is supposed to grow and be alive, but it’s not the case here. And in the hex bag, I found the wheat which is connected to the fields and farming, the fertility of the soils. And the poppy is Persephone’s symbol. It’s all connected.” Sam’s voice raised in excitement as he explained how the fact that the dying nature in the whole town showed it was related to Persephone’s myth.

“But what about the other flowers you found in there?” Dean asked, jutting his chin towards the opened hex bag on the table.

“I don’t know about that yet, but, Dean, I’m sure that this is not a witch. I’m convinced that we’re dealing with Persephone or at least her myth. I don’t know why now or the reason behind all this but I know it’s related. Trust me.” Sam told his big brother who stared at him for a moment, listening to what he was saying and started to slowly see his point.

“Okay, okay. Let’s say it’s her. Who and where is she?” Dean asked. If he agreed with his brother and worked on the assumption that it was never a witch in the first place, they needed to find out why all of this was happening here and now, why Adriana was killed and more importantly, how they would kill this goddess.

At his question, Sam’s eyes fell on the bathroom’s door, his suspicion towards the supposed victim growing the more he thought about it, the more he looked into this case. Dean turned his head and looked at the wooden door too and when he understood what his brother meant, he looked at the tall man again, furrowing his eyebrows and shaking his head.

“No.” Dean stated, refusing the idea of Metra being the one behind all this.

“Dean, we don’t know anything about her. How can you know that she’s not manipulating you into thinking that she’s a victim? How can you be sure that she isn’t the one who killed Adriana in the first place?” Sam argued, not understanding why his brother was so sure that she was innocent.

“No, this isn’t her. Her sister was a victim of this damn goddess if you want, but Metra almost died too. She discovered the corpse of her sister, has been attacked herself and almost choked to death and you’re telling me that she’s the one behind all this?” Dean declared, his voice raising a little, highly refusing that the brown-haired girl could be the bad guy they had to get rid off.

“There wasn’t anyone in the house when we came, no forced entry either. I checked. I’m not completely saying that it is her but you can’t prove to me that she isn’t the reason why we’re here, either.” Sam pointed out and Dean clenched his jaws, crossing his arms before himself in a defensive gesture. Sam knew at this moment that his brother wouldn’t listen to reason anymore.

“No. I can’t believe that she’s behind all this. Did you see how terrified she was when we rescued her? How she's mourning her sister? And how all the supernatural talk made her dizzy? Come on, Sam, she’s innocent.” Dean argued, trying to win over his brother and disculpate the poor girl. Dean had been touched by the young woman, relating all too well to the pain of losing their only sibling. Everyone reacted all they could in front of such a loss and while Dean was trying to comfort and bring some peace in some way to Metra, Sam had eyed her, not feeling her pain like Dean had. The younger brother had some reservations towards her, not connecting with her like Dean.

“Or she’s a really good actress.” Sam declared, showing Dean that he still wasn’t convinced about her innocence and Dean glared at him, not liking at all his accusations.

“Okay, stop it. It’s not her.” Dean stated, putting an end to the argument, not wanting to hear any of this anymore.

Sam sighed.

The younger brother knew at this very moment that no matter what he was going to say, Dean wouldn’t agree with the possibility that Metra wasn’t as innocent as she tried to appear. But after all, Sam could be wrong and he could be accusing an honest and harmless girl who had only witnessed her sister murder. But something told him it wasn’t the case, something told him that Metra knew more than she wanted to reveal. Sam hadn’t fallen under the brown-haired girl’s spell, unlike his brother.

“So, how do we kill it?” Dean asked, his voice still a bit defensive from the previous argument and Sam focused on his brother again.

“How do we kill what?” Metra’s voice interrupted, making Sam turn his head towards the young woman.

Dean raised his head and looked at her too, her wet hair falling on her shoulders, her arms wrapped around herself to keep her warmth. Looking at her, Dean couldn’t understand how his brother could think that she could be the monster they had to gank, especially when she looked so vulnerable, so lost.

“The goddess. We think that it’s not a witch but a goddess. Do you know the myth of Persephone?” Dean asked and didn’t look at his brother who glared at him for revealing what they were truly after when his main suspect was in the room.

Metra’s eyes widened and she walked to Dean’s bed, sitting on it and looking at the brothers in front of her.

“Wait, gods exist too?” She asked, surprise written all over her face. When she thought that this world was only filled with supernatural creatures like vampires or werewolves, she was told that the religious beings existed too.

What didn’t they face?

Dean nodded and Metra took a deep breath, taking the new information in and trying not to break down again. It wasn’t their job to comfort her, their duty was to get rid of the monster terrorizing this town. Once she felt like her emotions were under control, she remembered Dean’s question and nodded.

“Yes, I know this myth. I’ve taken some mythology classes in college and we talked about this myth who created the seasons.” Metra told the Winchesters and they nodded, agreeing with the story. “Wait, you guys think that it’s Persephone? She’s the one behind all this? She killed my sister? Why?” The woman asked, thousands of questions appearing in her mind.

Dean turned towards her a bit more, raising his hand her way to try and stop her many questions. Questions he didn’t have an answer to.

“We don’t know.” He started and the girl’s brown eyes met Dean’s green ones. “We think that she’s the one causing all this but we don’t know why or why she killed your sister. But it doesn’t matter, we’re gonna find a way to kill her and will get rid of her. She won’t hurt anyone else again.” Dean assured and she nodded, believing him and his promise to put an end to all of this. She wanted this too.

“And how do you plan on doing that?” She asked, wondering how humans could actually kill a god.

“That’s what we’re working on.” Dean answered, looking at his brother who immediately started to tap away at his laptop keyboard, already doing researches to distinguish between the true and the false and on how to kill the monster behind all this.

“Alright, I think I’ve got it.” Sam broke the silence in the motel room, making Dean and Metra raise their heads from the mythology books they were both reading.

“Feel free to share with the class, Sammy.” Dean replied, causing Sam to roll his eyes at the comment and nickname but also made Metra chuckle. The older brother couldn’t help but appreciate the short sound, the glimpse of her lightly smiling making him half-grin.

“Well, I’ve found out how to summon her and from everything I’ve read, it seems like a stake made of cypress covered in poppies through her heart would work.” Sam explained, already making researches on where he could find the tree.

“I told you that the poppies would have a part to play in this.” Metra declared with a smile, excited to be right and Sam slightly rolled his eyes, hating to admit that she had indeed told him so.

Dean saw his brother’s light pout and couldn’t help but smirk. No matter who it was, if someone was right before Sam was, Dean was happy to see this little frustrated and almost upset face on his little brother. So, he smiled, earning a dark look from his little brother, silently telling him to not make any comment on this. For once, Dean listened and didn’t tease his brother. He would do it later.

“Okay, so I get the poppies link with this Persephone bitch, but what about the Cypress? Why not the usual oak stake?” Dean asked and Sam was about to answer his brother’s relevant question but Metra was quicker and replied first.

“In the Greek and Roman mythology, the Cypress is a tree linked to hell, so it would make sense with the myth. Look, they talk about it here.” She said, standing up from the bed and walking to Dean with the book in her hands. Once she was standing next to him, she pointed to a page with her finger and Dean leaned closer to her to read the paragraph she was showing him while Sam discreetly tried to read behind her shoulder, wanting to see it by himself.

After reading the part where they mention this tree, Sam approved her explanation and the woman smiled, happy to be able to help the brothers in their researches. And as much as it was costing him to admit it, Sam had to recognized that Metra had been helpful on the researches. She had went to the nearest library with Dean and had picked up the most accurate and detailed books about mythology there but also the books she had studied in her classes, trying to gather as many information as she could to help them on this case. Maybe what motivated her was the idea of being able to found her sister’s killer and get revenge, or maybe she had felt useless for the past few days and now that someone was actually doing something to help on her sister’s case she wanted to participate. No matter the reason, the tall hunter had to admit that she had been useful on getting information about mythology. And, considering she was founding with them a way to kill Persephone, Sam was slowly starting to doubt his suspicions about her. If she had been Persephone, she wouldn’t have helped them find a way to kill her, she would have get rid of them for getting to close to the truth.

“Alright, so, you prepare everything we need for the summoning, I’ll get you the stake and flower.” Dean told his brother, standing up and putting his jacket on, ready to go and find everything they needed to kill this goddess.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked and Metra turned around, facing him.

“Most of what we need are in the trunk, so, I can go with you. We get the stake and poppies and summon her right away. The quicker we do it, the more we prevent her from causing other deaths.” Sam declared, standing up too and walked to his bed to grab his jacket too, getting ready to leave the motel and put an end to this case.

Metra got up in her turn and was ready to take her coat when Dean’s voice stopped her in her movement.

“I’m coming with you too.” She simply answered, ready to face the monster that had killed her sister. But the older man had a different take on it and immediately shook his head at her sentence.

“No way. You’re staying here, we’re gonna take care of this god.” He declared, his voice deep and serious, not leaving place to argument.

Metra’s shoulders lowered at the idea of staying behind while they dealt with the supernatural being, she wanted to see the person that had killed Adriana, she needed to see it dead with her own eyes, needing to make sure that it wouldn’t hurt anyone else again, not even herself. And Metra didn’t understand why she couldn’t come with them, after all she had helped on finding what could kill this so called god and had even been allowed to go with them when they had faced Marcus when they thought he was the witch.

And she decided to remind him of those fact.

“Why? I proved you that I could be useful, didn’t I? And you let me come with you when you went to Marcus’, why would it change now?” She asked, trying to understand why this sudden change of position on the topic.

Adjusting his jacket on, Dean walked closer to her in an attempt to make himself more heard and understand. He needed her to see his point even though he knew that, no matter what she was gonna say, she still wasn’t coming with them.

“We thought Marcus was a witch and witches are pretty easy to kill, witch-killing bullets in the heart or brain and the case it settled. And we could talk with him but gods are a whole other deals. They aren’t a milk run, okay? This is way more dangerous. We don’t know how powerful she’ll be, her powers or if the stake is gonna end her. And even if you want answers, you don’t talk with gods. So, no. You’re not coming.” Dean declared, his green eyes focused and piercing through her pupils. She could see that he was deadly serious about this and to say that she wasn’t scared by the whole god thing would have been a lie, but she still hoped to have answers to the questions she had.

“Dean…” She started in an attempt to making him hear her out but he didn’t even let her finish her sentence, already running out of time and fearing the goddess striking again.

“No. This is way too dangerous. She already hurt you once and it won’t happen again, not on my watch. So you stay here where you’re safe.” He told her, putting an end to the discussion and Metra sighed, understanding that she had lost this fight but deeply hoping that they would be able to kill this monster, to avenge her sister and maybe even have some answers she profoundly needed.

After parking the Impala in front of a disused factory they found to summon the goddess, Sam and Dean got out of the car and walked to the trunk, opening it to take with them everything they needed to put an end to this case.

Sam grabbed a bowl, the blood of lamb, some herbs and his notebook where he had the written the summoning while Dean took the sharp stake of cypress covered in dust of poppies and his gun. Just in case. Grabbing a flashlight each as the night had started to fall on the quiet city, the hunters moved in sync towards the building in front of them.

The disused factory was at the exit of the town, away from civilization and anyone who would ask questions about their doing there in the middle of the night.

Pushing the sliding door open, Dean lighted the abandoned main room. Glancing at his brother, he entered the place and started to inspect premises, looking for anyone hidden in there, some children looking for an adrenaline shot in the abandon place of their town or even a lost and homeless person who had taken as a shelter the disused building. But the more he looked around the less he found, quickly coming to the conclusion that they were completely alone.

While his brother made sure they weren’t going to be disturbed by anyone, Sam prepared everything he needed to summon the goddess. After lighting many candles to have a better view of the room, the dozens of little flames dancing and creating some shadows around the tall hunter, Sam drew a sigil on the floor that would supposedly trap the goddess and make her powerless. Once it was ready, Sam placed the bowl full of blood in the middle of it, placed the herbs inside and stood up holding his notebook.

The red-head woman, dressed in a fluid and cream dress, looked around herself, trying to understand where she had traveled to and who were those humans before her.

Once he was ready for the summoning, Dean came back and made him understand with a silent look that the place was empty. With the confirmation of being alone, Sam started to recite the summoning in Latin, putting the right intonation to be sure to not make any mistake and get the goddess there on the first try. Dean didn’t understand what his brother was saying but it didn’t matter, Sam had proved more than once that he was the expert on those type of things so he only waited, looking around to make sure no one was coming and when Sam reached the end of his summoning, he lit the matches he had in his pocket and threw them in the bowl.

A bright and wide blue flame appeared in front of them, a warm wind crashed on their faces, making them take a step back and cover their eyes to be able to see. For a second, Sam feared that the candles all over the room were going to go out but they magically didn’t and once the breeze of flowery scent stopped blowing, the hunters lowered their arms, revealing a beautiful woman standing in the middle of the painted sigil.

“Who are you? What am I doing in this place?” She asked Sam and Dean who were already glaring at her, ready to attack and end her life.

“Don’t try this with us! We’re the one asking the questions. Why did you kill Adriana Baker?” Dean shouted, aiming his gun at her and the woman took a step back at his aggressiveness, her eyes widening.

“I don’t understand. Who is this Adriana?” Persephone asked, looking around her and studying her surroundings. Looking at her feet, she saw some lines drawn under her and when she tried to walked away from the menacing men, she couldn’t, trapped in what seemed to be an invisible cage.

“Don’t move, bitch! And this all innocent act, it won’t work with us.” Dean told the goddess who frowned at him, shocked by his vulgarity and more and more confused by his words. But Dean didn’t buy it, seeing right through her and her attempt to act like she didn’t know why she was being trapped and threatened.

“Oh but it already worked, Handsome.” A voice echoed behind the hunters and Dean froze when he recognized the person it belonged to. His blood ran cold and before he could turn around and see the person with his own eyes, Persephone spoke up, her eyes big and round in surprise and shock.

“Demetra?” The goddess asked, her voice high with confusion and what Dean thought was the victim of this story stepped out of the darkness.

“Hello, sister. Long time no see.” Metra said, the kindness in her voice long gone and the mourning expression on her face now replaced by a smirk splitting her lips.

Dean’s heart skipped a bit when he realized he had been fooled by the beauty and acting of the woman he had defended to his brother. Dean Winchester had been deceived before, on other cases and by other monsters but something deep inside him was always a bit leery about them. But this time, it hadn’t been the case, this time he had completely bitten the story of the poor woman who had lost her sister and had been attacked herself by the horrible monster when the horrible monster was herself. The idea of being taken for a ride and look like a damn fool enraged him, every ounce of compassion and sympathy towards her completely gone, he quickly turned around and immediately aimed his gun towards her chest ready to shoot and ease his nerves.

“Nah-ah.” Metra let out, sending the brother flying across the room with the back of her hand and pinning them against a wall, making them lost their guns in the process.

“You bitch! You were behind all this! To think that I almost shot a guy because I thought he had attacked you! And Adriana? What did the poor girl do to you?” Dean yelled, furious, his blood boiling under his skin while he struggled to free himself from the invisible grip on him.

“I told you she was the one making all this!” Sam said to his brother, the frustration of being right but not having been listening to irritating him too. It wasn’t the first time Dean had listened to himself when Sam was the one being right and had put forward his arguments to prove him so. But Dean had done whatever he wanted and here they were, unable to move and kill the evil in front of them.

“Enough talking, you two.” Metra declared and made the brothers shut their mouths with a movement of her hand.

Incapable of opening their mouths no matter how much they tried and wanted to, Sam and Dean looked at each other. Sam glared at his brother, silently arguing with him and letting him know how pissed at him he was for not believing him when he should have and Dean rolled his eyes, saving the lecture for another time. Dean turned his head and glared at the fake victim on front of him, his green eyes dark with anger.

“Adriana was a mean to an end. I needed something to make you boys come to this town and apparently, a death in odd circumstances brings hunters quickly.” Metra declared, looking at the brothers dark looks. She understood their rage and hate towards her and, honestly, couldn’t blame them for it but she had done what she had to do to find her own peace.

“And once you were here, you so kindly delivered me how to kill the beloved Persephone and even handed her over to me on a silver platter. And for this, I have to thank you.” Metra said, offering a genuine smile Dean wanted to rip off.

“Metra, what is this all about?” Persephone asked, trying to understand what was going on, trying to understand why she was here and what her sister meant.

“You. All of this is about you and how you stole what was mine millennial ago!” Metra yelled and Persephone flinched at her accusation, her thin features showing her stunned expression.

“You had everything. You were loved by gods and humans, you were beautiful and idolized by everyone.” Metra started, walking closer to her sister who took a step back. “I envied you, I envied your greatness, your reputation, your light. I was jealous of you, of all this love you received and when I caught his eyes, you couldn’t handle it, could you? You couldn’t handle the idea that I could have something you hadn’t, that I could receive someone’s love that you wouldn’t have.” The goddess accused and Persephone’s face started to fall, her delicate and kind features softening in realization.

“That’s what you think happened? He kidnapped me, held me captive and only agreed to free me when Mother threatened to starve the earth. And I’m allowed to walk this planet only a certain part of time! Is that what you really envy? A life of captivity, alternating between hell and earth?” Persephone argued, slowing raising her voice at her sister’s words. She had to defend herself, she couldn’t stay there and letting herself being insulted like this by her own sister.

Metra let a dark laugh out at her tale, not believing her in the slightest. She knew the myth around her sister, how she had been stolen by Hades himself or how no one had ever talked about her, the older sister trapped in her younger sibling’s shadow. But Metra knew better than those ridiculous stories the humans had decided to create, and she knew what kind of being her sister truly was.

“Please, don’t act like I don’t know you, Perse. You couldn’t handle the thought of not having all the attention to yourself and tricked him into falling for you. You had all the love but you couldn’t have his and this, this it what truly drove you mad.” Metra stated, glaring at her trapped sister.

The goddess of hell straightened, the fear and surprise on her face completely disappearing. Taking a step towards her sister, Persephone grinned, the way she held herself completely changing as she raised her head high on her neck, showing to Metra that she wasn’t intimidated by her in the slightest. Locking eyes with Metra, Persephone felt her blood boiling in her veins.

“All the love? She named you after herself and you say I’ve had all the love?” Persephone voice’s started to raise, her own bitterness and anger rising as she talked.

“Oh, so, because you were mad at Mommy, you punished me? You beef wasn’t with me, yet you decided to make me pay. Your lips are venomous poison and you chose to put them on him. Of all the people, him!” Metra shouted and Persephone’s eyes darkened as she took another step towards her.

“I was prettier, smarter, admired by them all, I did everything she wished for, bent over backwards to make her happy and you did nothing but couldn’t do anything wrong in her eyes.” Persephone growled and Metra smiled at her sister’s face that started to reddened as anger reached her.

“Yet, she left no stone unturned to get you back.” Metra declared, her hate growing the more she remembered how her mother had completely forgotten about her once Persephone had gone missing when she would have gone so willingly in hell and in his arms.

Persephone let a chuckle out that soon turned into a dark laugh, echoing in the whole factory. A sinister smile spread Persephone’s thin lips as she enjoyed the thought of her despicable mother threatening Zeus himself to free her, completely leaving her sister behind and finally turning all of her motherly attention to herself.

“Well… maybe I hate her just as much a I hate you.” Persephone declared making Metra clench her jaws at her words. “You were nothing Metra and still are nothing. No one knows who you are, Mother did everything in her power to get me back and Hades? He can’t get enough of me.” She added and Metra silently walked to the older hunter.

If one look could kill, Metra would have dropped dead the second she met Dean’s eyes, the hunter glared at her with all the hate he could have while his little brother carefully listened to the argument before him, connecting the dots and understanding what all of this was really about.

“Allow me.” Metra whispered to the older brother as she knelt before him and took the weapon that would kill Persephone.

Standing up, she offered him a smile and Dean turned his hand into a fist, hating how she had played him. Then, she walked back to her sister who hadn’t stopped laughing and unleashing all the hate she had towards her family, how she was delighted by her sister’s suffering. Discreetly, she lowered herself and scratched the painted sigil on the floor, freeing Persephone without her even knowing. Standing in front of the talking goddess, Metra smiled, gripping the stake in her right hand and hiding it behind her back.

“Are you gonna bark all day, little doggy, or are you gonna bite?” Metra interrupted the goddess of the kingdom of the dead who immediately glared at her.

“How dare you speak to me this way?” Persephone growled and Metra’s smile widened, enjoying her sister’s anger.

“Come on, sis’. Show me what you’ve got.” Metra provoked her and Persephone’s eyes looked at the floor, noticing the broken seal in front of her.

Without wasting a second, Persephone rushed towards the brown-haired woman and attacked her, grabbing her coat and tackling her to the ground in a scream of rage. The women fell on the floor and Metra let out a satisfied chuckle to see her sister so enraged and loosing control this way. Persephone tried to strangle her but Metra dodged her, rolling them together so she would be have the control over her again. Persephone tried to hit her but Metra was faster and caught her sister’s fist before it could reach her jaw, smirking above her.

“My pain was your thrill, Perse. Now yours will be mine.” Metra declared and created a mist around her sister, stepping away from her and moving her in the air, holding her and preventing her from moving.

As the goddess tried to free herself, Metra grinned, enjoying and contemplating her struggling sister. Metra tightened her fists and the invisible force narrowed around Persephone, making her cry out in pain.

“I wanna hurt you just to make you scream!” Metra shouted above her sister’s cries of pain as the mist suffocated her, crushing her lungs and making her stomach bleed.

The goddess savored every seconds of the sweet melody made by her sister’s screams. Her high voice filled with pain and agony made the goddess close her eyes and smile at the beautiful sound reaching her ears. If one day someone had told her she would finally kill her, told her that she would finally get her revenge, she would have called them crazy. But now they would be the ones calling her crazy to assassinate Hades’ wife. But Metra didn’t think twice and grabbed the cypress stake, holding the weapon tightly in her hand.

“Say ‘hi’ to your husband for me.” Metra told her with a wicked smirk, raising her arm as Persephone’s eyes widened, realizing her incoming fate.

Before she could say anything, Metra pierced her heart with the stake, making the goddess of the dead scream in pain, her cries echoing through the whole building. A strange flowery scent filled the room as the screeches faded and Persephone fell on the floor, lifeless.

Staring at her sister’s corpse, Metra smiled, letting a satisfied sound out. Finally. She had put an end to it all, she had avenged herself, she could start again with a clean slate, she could finally have some peace. Appreciating the scent of withered flowers, Metra knelt down next to her lifeless sister, pushing some pieces of her hair away from her face.

“You should have left him to me, little sis’. I would have had gladly let you have all Mom’s love.” The goddess declared, letting a little snort out before pulling the weapon out of her sister’s chest, observing it.

“Well, seems like you boys were right. It did kill Persephone.” The woman said, standing up and turning around towards the hunters with a smile.

When she looked at them again, the goddess only saw the dark looks the brothers were giving her. She couldn’t blame them, she had betrayed them after all and from the look of it, it wasn’t something they were planning to let her get away with. But unfortunately for them, she would be long gone before they could move again.

Sam and Dean clenched their jaws as she walked to them, playing with the stake in her hand before resting the end of it against the older brother’s chest. Dean glared at her, hating her very touch. He wanted to move, to grab her and stab her with this very stake just to see if it would hurt her. But he couldn’t even move his arm a little, trapped in his body and against the concrete wall. So the hunter did the only thing he could and glared at her, clenching his jaws until it hurt, showing her how much he hated her, how much he despised her and how much he wanted to hurt her.

At the dirty look the hunters were giving her, Metra decided to allow them to talk again, thinking that they had been restrained for long enough, forced to witness her beautiful work. So, with a light movement of her hand, she freed their mouths.

“You fucking bitch!” Dean shouted, a vein appearing on the side of his neck when he yelled while Sam gasped for air.

The goddess raised her eyebrows at the insult, tucking her chin and taking a step back while pointing the weapon at him.

“Wow, language.” She told him off, furrowing her eyebrows at the green-eyed man. “You were way more polite when you thought I was a poor, innocent victim.” Metra complained with a mocking smile and Dean wished he could grab this stake and drive it into her heart.

“Yeah, well, I have less sympathy for gods who kill innocent humans just because they got a beef with their sister over a stupid guy.” Dean vociferated, his eyes shooting daggers, still trying to free himself from the invisible grip around him.

At his words, Metra’s smile fell and she glared at him back. Taking a few steps towards him to press the sharp edge of the stake against Dean’s chest again, making the hunter grit his teeth at the feeling. Sam watched the scene, his eyes widening in fear of the goddess hurting his brother.

“Don’t!” Sam yelled, struggling against the invisible force, trying to make the goddess stop her actions before she did something irreversible. But Metra didn’t even give him a look, completely ignoring the scared hunter on her right, focusing on the one in front of her.

“Be careful on how you talk about him, human.” Metra warned, her voice low and threatening.

Dean didn’t let it appear, his face remaining focused and grave, but he was scared. His heart fastened in his chest, his blood running cold for a moment at the menacing brown eyes of the goddess, fearing for a second that he had pushed her too far and that he was going to face the consequences of his words. He had faced powerful monsters before and he had been scared but no matter what was happening inside him, he wasn’t going to show it to them. But the goddess didn’t burst his heart, the point of the weapon slightly piercing his skin was the only pain she inflicted him.

“Ah, yes, Adriana… that was very unfortunate.” She said with a smile, thinking about the girl she had chosen to bring the Winchesters in this town. It was true that Adriana had nothing to do with it, she was only a mean to an end, a very tragic end.

“I’m gonna kill you.” Dean swore, shooting daggers with his eyes. The hunter couldn’t stand her expression, hating the way she didn’t seem to care even a little about the death of the girl. She had sacrificed a human and this couldn’t be left alone, she couldn’t get away with it.

But at the genuine and serious threat, Metra grinned, biting her bottom lip. The goddess couldn’t help but love the sound of his menace, after all, she was starting to be pretty found of him.

“You’ve got a good heart, Dean. I was touched by the way you cared about my safety and pain, it had been centuries since anyone showed me such sympathy. But I have to admit, your threats are doing a whole new thing to me.” She declared, eyeing him up and down and winking at him. Dean rolled his eyes before looking away, annoyed by her inappropriate flirting.

“As for you, Sam,” she brought her attention to the younger brother who was already staring at her, “you almost saw right through me and I have to tell you that, it almost worried me for a second. You’re a smart man and I admire your distrust.” She declared and the hunter clenched his jaws, hating the way she was mocking them.

Then, stepping back and away from them, Metra took a deep breath, admiring the view of the immobilized hunters before her. She took a moment to study them both, the strength and courage that emanated from them, the way they didn’t show fear and didn’t look impressed when they perfectly knew she could end them both with a snap of her fingers. But she wasn’t going to, it was unnecessary and who knows who they might help her eliminate next time.

“I have to tell you boys, it was my first time working with hunters and I wasn’t disappointed. And I would like to thank you for helping me accomplish this.” She said, turning towards Persephone’s body laying on the floor. Letting a contemplating sigh out, she smiled.

Then, she turned back to Sam and Dean and raised the stake in her hand before kneeling down and put it on the ground. The brothers frowned at her action, wondering why she was leaving the weapon on the floor and when she stood up again, she answered her silent question.

“Well, I’ll leave you this here. Who knows, maybe you’ll need it again someday.” She shrugged, crossing her arms and taking a few more steps back. “I hope you don’t mind if I give myself a little head start. As much as a part of me would love to, may we not cross paths again. I’m afraid we won’t like the outcome.” She declared with a smile and before the brothers could say anything, she winked at them and disappeared before their eyes.

The brothers fell on the ground in a grunt, the invisible force Metra was controlling disappearing with her. Finally able to move as they pleased, the hunters turned to each others, making sure the other was alright before standing up. Sam hurried to Persephone, checking her pulse but quickly confirming her death. The tall man raised his head and saw his brother crouching down, picking up the weapon from the floor. Watching the blood on the edge of it, he tightened his grip around the stake.

They had lost this battle, they had let the goddess escape but it would have been a first if they stayed down and let the bad guy run away. This didn’t happen, not on their watch. Looking at the goddess’ dead body on the floor, Dean promised himself that he would find Metra again and kill her, and when he met his brother’s eyes, he knew Sam thought the same thing as him.

No one double-crossed the Winchesters and this goddess was going to learn this.

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Billy Joels ass.

Billy Hargrove x reader.

Pairings: Billy Hargrove x reader, slight Robin Buckley x reader.

Summary: The over consumption of alcohol normally was regretful the next day, but what if it wasn't? Straddling had never been so hot.

Word count: 2051

Warnings: Drinking, making out, straddling, language and sex references.

A/n: Recently that scene with Dean Winchester riding the bull will not leave my mind. Also,  Billy lives au because yes he deserves to. Short, I came up with this half asleep and wrote it in 10 hours, unedited.GIFS MADE BY ME FROM A VIDEO.

Eddie Munson now friends with Steve Harrington,  even though the slight jealously Steve holds against Eddie due to his relationship with Dustin. Steve had dragged Eddie to a bar, a country bar, think all wooden , bull machine, along with you and Robin. With the argument 'you are 21 and your hanging out with like 15 year olds, kinda looks pedo ish if you don't hang out with people your age.' Steve was not the best at wording speeches.

Steve having  to stay sober to drive all three of you home ( home being his house because that was just easier).  Sat in a booth, it was not long for, well you and Robin, to get considerably drunk.  The round wooden table in the centre marked in rings from glasses , scratched with carvings. Robin and Eddie next to you and Steve in front of Robin.

With the alcohol flowing through your veins both you and Robin had became incredibly flirty and touchy.   Steve and Eddie talking amongst themselves. Then that one song started to play, that one song that just really picks you up and makes either really horny or excited or both.

Robin had turned to you quickly, with her lips twirled up into a grin, her hair flipping around her face as she did. Her eyes meeting yours.

" I love this song."

"Me too.." The two of you locked eyes for what felt like a life time before Robin had whusoered really loud. " Should we kiss?"  That definitely peaked the attention of your two friends, and another individual that none of you had seen yet. Not far away sat Billy Hargrove sat at a small table by himself.

Moments later you were sat straddling Robin, with your hands in her dirty blonde hair, ber hands roaming your body before settling on your ass.  Your lips colliding with her roughly, starting out with quick pecks. Her lips were soft, you could date the vanilla lipbalm mixed with the beer she had not long before.

Steve and Eddie had turned to look at each other briefly in shock, before turning back to you both. Steves eyes had travelled around the crowded roadhouse to see if anyone had noticed. Thats when his eyes had met Billys pale blue eyes, pupils dilated at the scene in front of him. Steve was far from impressed that Billy was getting of at the sight of two of his bestfriends making out. His hand clenching around the glass of coke.

Sharply she had gripped your ass harder, causing you let out a quite loud moan.  Billy chuckle could be heard from your table jot that you and Robin took notice, too wrapped up with Robins tongue down your throat.  Hearing Billy just angered Steve further. Yes it was nice of him to sacrifuce his life to save El. One good deed is not enough to redeem a man of a lifetime of wickedness. Though, Billy was trying to be better, he had proof that, he had , especially to Max.

"Girls, girls. Y/n! Robin!" Still nothing, Steves voice was like harshed shout , his tone panaic. Leaning over the table he had pressed his hand on your shoulder causing you to pull away from Robin.  You stared at him with confusion.  Smacking his lips together once before speaking.

" Billy Hargrove is watching you." You had thought to say oh let him look I don't care but you didn't. Eddie had noticed only when Steve had said that Billy's eyes were trained on you.

Turning your head scanning the room your eyes had caught onto Billys gaze. Smirk painted on his face, he sent you a little wave. Wearing his tight blue jeans, and a dark blue button up shirt only 3/4 of it buttoned. His tanned chest exposed, not as much as he used to, the injuries he suffered were very serious and all on his torso. It was unlike Billy to button up that many buttons.

Climbing over Robin you stood from the booth your feet touching the hardwood floors as you headed towards Billy. Your friends watching you. "What is she doing?" Though, Robin unbothered was just dancing in her seat, like that scene in perfect with Jamie lee Curtis znd John Travolta. Not before you ran back unsteadly to ruffle up Steves hair messing it up, then walking over to Billy.

"My hair!" Steves hands imediately going to fix his hair not before he pulled out a pocket mirror, still going on about how long it takes him to get it just right.

"Hey, Billy Ray cyrus." Billy only shook his head in disapproval, still a small hint of smile on his face.

"Heya, sweetcheeks. Didn't know you had a girlfriend." You just stared at him for a moment.

" Girlfriend? I d-don't have a girlfriend." Your words slightly slurred, Billy gestured behind with a nod causing you to look back to see Robin laughing loudly at Steve who was srill fixing his hair.

"Oohh, we were just having fun, are you not having fun, Billyyyy?" Before he could answer you had latched on his hand making him get up dragging him to the big bull. Turning to Billy look at Billy who just smirked down at you.

"You want to ride it?" The hidden mean between his words was obvious to a person who was sober. The way his hand rested on mid of your spine.

"No, I want youuu to ride it." He tilted his head , his lips up in subtle agreement. Think of Dean Winchesters agreement nod like that , if you were from 2022 and watched supernatural you might have known.

"Alright." Before you could even blink Billy was up ontop of that robotic bull with his charming smile, his checks bunched up as he showed his teeth in his smile. Winking at you turning his head to Steve who was was watching with great interest , he was so looking forward to seeing Billy being flung off that bull.

"This for you, babe." Flirtatiously blowing Steve a kiss the machine started up. Steve only scoffed in return doing that frowny face he makes with his eyebrows raised.

With one hand on the bar, the next five minutes Billy graciousfully rode that bull. You had sobered up really quick His hips almost moving in slow motion, his tight jeans presenting everything, his ass thursting up as the bull moved roughly. The smirk still pastered on his face, he made it look easy, though in some points he'd go back to pouting. His arm waving in the air with each blow, shooting you a toothy grin as he sent you a thumps up.

To say the least Steve was very disappointed. Though, he could help but admit to himself that he understood why so many people in highschool and now still gushed over his ass. Should he get tight jeans?

Particularly, you hadn't liked Billy Hargrove at all before starcourt. But performing an act like that showed that he wasn't heartless like most would say. Weeks after that Max had became happier, when she was dropped off at one of the kids hangout location there was no speeding off, no slamming doors and no yelling. Max would tell the party frequently that he she would have to go because Billy was getting her or that Billy was taking her for a milkshake. Something deeper than his heroic act had occurred between them that you nor any of the party knew allowed their relationship to blossom.

Billy had even came into the video store when you had been there visiting Steve and Robin or deciding on a video to pick movies out. Asking what films the kids liked or what Max would like. Even asking for your opinion.

That's when it started, your feelings for Billy. Yes, he was always hot, if someone says he isn't, they are lying. Didn't help the fact well, his Billy Joel worthy ass, okay Billy Joel has a nice ass okay? No really, Billy is very pretty the freckles dotted across his face, his long dark eyelashs, his thick eyebrows and River phoenix button nose. Plus, deep down he was sweet guy even if he didn't show it.

The small talk began at the video store at first, then it was everytime he dropped Max off, asking for you. Or accidentally bumping into you saying something along the lines of " I didn't know you'd be here." Even though the person he had asked like Robin or Dustin or anyone had reported bzck that he had asked. Then, he'd drop by your house, ask if 6ou need a ride, need a ride home, he even asked for your number. He had taken an interest in you and you didn't know why.

You'd recommend each other cassettes , hell not that he'd ever admit it but he made you a mixtape. 'Orgasm catalysts. - Billy x' That one kiss you questioned, it was purposeful and clear and the title? Wow.

Anyways you had fallen for Billy, and you had kept it secret from everyone. Billy knew he so knew you were oblivious to that, he hadn't made a move thinking he wasn't good enough. He did love you, he never thought he would love someone other than his mother , or Max. He just wanted to prove that he wasn't a douchebag.

After the five minutes were up, the bull stopped, swing his leg over and jumping down from the bull Billy made his way back to you. Shooting one fist in the air like John Bender in breakfast club receiving cheers. He was proud with himseof, using more swing in his walk,a sly smile.

"Billy Idol, that was bodacious."

"Oh, was it?" In that short time he had gotten right in your personal space almost pressing his body against you. His hot breath on your neck the other on chin pressing a quick peck to your cheek. You didn't answer him jusf stared at him his eyes penatrating yours.

"I know what you think, everyone one could see, you do love to stare don't you? Filthy girl."

Pupils dilated again , eyes full of lust as yoyr chests felt hot, not only that but the chill that ran down your spine opening the dam. Wet.

"Oh, like you're so innocent like you weren't doing the same when I was with Robin."

"Touchè." You wanted to scream at him to kiss you but you didn't.

"Can I kiss you, Y/n. Properly?" His hand now cupping your cheek, he brushed the hair that had fallen into your face with his other hand gently. Only nodding at Billy, your knees weak, gulping once more. That is all he needed before he pressed his lips against your, his rough skin on his thumb rubbing gently against your face. Lips moving slowly, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist, his warmth radiating off him like a fire, pulling away slow

"Y/n?!" Steve as usual unimpressed, lacing your fingers between Billy you back to the table.

" Wow, you get all the action, L/n." Eddie at the borh both his arms resting on the back of the seating sunglasses on , smorking only, totally unbothered.

" No more 'drunk' kissing, babe." Robins voice less slurred, even using air quotation marks, it was fun to pretend to be super drunk just to kiss. Moving over Robin allowed you and Billy to sit at the booth. Hands still interlaced as Steve leaned over using his ' intimidating' face, giving Billy the stink eye.

"Now 'babe', I have some questions about 'this' , you answer." Mocking his ealier words, and gestured a circle with his point finger around the both of you, steve proceeded with his protective nature.

" If you don't, someone will bite your dick off, understood?"

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[sweet-lost-husbands]

To Save You

Dean Winchester x Castiel | Whump | Injured Dean Winchester

Hurt/Comfort Word count: 3.2k Summary: Dean and Cas are on a hunt when things go sidewards. Dean gets hurt and Cas's powers are to weak to heal him so he has to improvise. Warnings: Serious injury, blood, gore, cauterization. Italics are the character's thoughts REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Dean opened his eyes as a big bold head with dark skin came into view from the side. In that moment he propelled himself from the tree and started into a sprint.

“Oh, not so fast little hairless monkey.”

Dean didn’t turn around as the guy swiped his hand, sending him onto a tree with a thud. Dean let out a shriek of pain as the wind got knocked out of him. He tried to fight it, the energy that was pinning him, crushing him against the trunk but the more he fought the more violent the ripples of pain were sent through his body. Dean watched helplessly as the angel neared.

A shiny blade fell from his sleeve and into his hand. “I’m going to gut you, and I'm going to enjoy it.” A feral smile twisted in his lips.

Each beat of Dean’s heart thundered through his entire body. As the angel held the blade up. “The last image you will see is your own intestines outside of your body.”

Quick, he just wanted a quick death but hell maybe he deserved a slow one. At least, there was one fact that wouldn’t change, no matter how much pain he would or wouldn’t be put through, at the end, he’d be set free of this world. Free of his father and his trauma and everything that haunted his dreams.

In a swift and accurate movement, the angel swiped at his abdomen but at the same time was jolted backwards. Dean shuddered as his flesh tore and blood poured out.

He sank to the floor half resting on the base of the tree. He watched as Castiel threw the angel against the ground, kicking him then taking out his own angel blade, swinging his arm with force and jabbing it through his heart. Even dead, the angel’s eyes and mouth opened, glowing a bright white light before fading.

Cas rushed over to Dean squatting at his side. Worry and concern relishing in his features. Cas placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder in an attempt to calm him. Dean squirmed, trying to inch away from his grasp, he was to scared, to fucking scared. Dean was starting to become confused and disoriented. White spotted in his vision and a sharp pain blasted at his stomach.

“It's okay, I'm not here to hurt you. It's me, Dean. Your angel. Cas.” Cas’ voice was soft, but his eyes were laced with apprehension for what damage had been caused. He whispered little soothing nothings into Dean’s ear in hope they would coax Dean to let him help.

“Let me see your wound.” Cas slid a hand to the hem of Dean’s shirt readying to gently reveal the wound, but Dean pulled away, fighting off Cas’ hands. Cas withdrew trying to assess the wound from where he was. But all that he could see was red and a shit lot of it too.

“’m fine!” Dean shouted but his was voice hoarse with pain. There it was, his favourite phrase ‘’m fine,’ but the sad part was; he used it most of the time when he knew he wasn’t. It hurt like nothing he ever felt before. Everything was shaking and he gritted his teeth begging for the pain to stop. He didn’t want Cas to see it. He didn’t even want to see it himself. Right now, he could just pretend he’d gone through worse and just hope that it was okay. Even though he could feel the warmth of his own blood while his mind drifted and red stained his clothes and deep down, he knew it was bad.

“No, you're not, let me help.” Cas stared intensely at him, his beaming blue eyes grounding Dean but not yet conquering his acceptance. Dean tightened clutching his middle.

“Go away! I refuse to be a burden. I can patch myself up.”

Without warning Cas made the decision for Dean and drew closer once again. Dean swatted Cas’ hands away.

“Dean! Stop fighting me. I swear to god if you die, and I had an opportunity to help you-….. I can’t let that happen.”

Dean’s stomach radiated with pain and his eye lids felt heavy. Deep down he knew that he couldn’t afford to fight Castiel any longer.

Cas made eye contact with Dean giving him a serious look as a warning before he returned his gaze back to the wound and grabbed the bottom of Dean’s shirt. He half expected Dean to wriggle and object. When Dean didn’t do either of those things, Cas carefully lifted his shirt and started to analyse to damage, Dean winced as the fabric separated but too quietly for Cas to stop what he was doing.

Cas’ stomach turned at the sight of Dean’s torn flesh and the blood that pooled in the wound. It sickened him that this had happened to Dean and how much pain he was in. He’d do anything to take it away, to go back to before he was struck. If only Cas had reacted faster, killed the angel sooner, stayed at Dean’s side, this never would have ended like this.

It was deep and thin, running in a straight line from side to side on an angle but it didn’t seem to have hit anything vital. Cas knew how painful it would be, but Dean was doing his best to hide it. Bless him.

Cas would have to act quickly to stop the bleeding and prevent infection. Out here, infection killed far more than anything. The process was so tediously slow, losing each bit of themselves as it spread. He couldn’t let Dean have that kind of death, not if he was the only one who had enough decency to stay by his side so he wouldn’t die alone. Not when he’d have to watch every bit of his prolonged suffering. Cas’ mind sharped, he knew what he needed to do.

In a rapid action, Cas removed his trench coat, unbuttoned the clean shirt beneath and pressed it into the wound. Not caring that he was now shirtless and exposed.

“SON OF A BITCH.” Dean cried out, arching forward as Castiel elevated the pressure slightly. Right beneath Cas’ hands, he could feel Dean’s whole-body tense up. He tried to be as gentle as possible, but everything caused Dean agony despite his briskly fading ‘tough guy act’.

“Breathe.”

“What do you think I'm doing!?”

Castiel froze, unsure of what to do next. He glimpsed over his shoulder for anything that might come in use.

Must save Dean. Anything to save Dean.

“Keep pressure to stop the bleeding and try to be as still as possible.” Cas’ eyes met Dean’s for heartbeat. He took one of Dean’s hands by the wrist and pushed it on top. Dean groaned but didn’t take his hand away, following Cas’ words.

Cas left, bolting towards Dean’s bag a few trees away. He grabbed it and rushed back, opening it at Dean’s side. Cas tipped it upside down, all it’s contents spewing out before him. Cas turned back to Dean.

“This will be painful.”

Dean watched as Cas took out another clean shirt, this one smaller and scrunched up to fit in his hand. Not so long later, it was dabbed with a bit of cool water. Dean tried to ready himself in his mind as Cas lifted his now soaked shirt and started to work. Dean still hadn’t managed to look, purely based on what terrifying gory site he might see.

Try not to hurt him.

Cas put a hand on either side, stretching the skin in different ways to get a better view and to determine how deep it was. Dean let out a small shudder, eyes scrunched up, bearing it. Cas kept muttering apologises to Dean. It looked like the blade had narrowly missed any internal damage and only the skin was torn. There were, however, little bits of dirt that must have been flicked in there when Dean fell. Cas would have to remove them and thoroughly clean the wound.

Have to stop infection.

“The wound is too deep; there is too much blood, it needs to be sealed.” Cas tried not to let on the urgency of the matter. He was losing blood pretty quickly and Cas was too weak to heal him.

Cas grabbed the nearby shirt he had just splashed with cool water and used it to gently clean the wound and stem the flow of blood. Dean flinched with every touch. That made it a lot harder for Cas to do what needed to be done. By now, Dean had pulled both hands up, twisting his fingers around Cas strong arms trying to pry him away. He was gripping so tightly that Cas was sure it would bruise but also sure that somewhere in his pain struck mind, he couldn’t help it.

I’m so sorry Dean. I’m so fucking sorry.

“You got to relax; you’ll bleed out faster if you don’t.” Cas mentioned.

“Well, you try... AH.”

Dean felt as Cas pushed the material further into the wound causing a streak of pain that slowly expanded to every fibre in his being. He began to turn, trying to curl up into a ball but Cas managed to keep him on his back.

“You have to stay still.” He reminded Dean again.

Stop hurting him.

As Cas worked, he could feel his hands shaking with adrenaline and fear, but he pushed those feelings aside and focused on the task at hand. A sigh escaped Cas’ lips. He would have to put quite a lot of pressure on, in order to clean it properly, but Dean was in so much pain with even the slightest touch. Cas didn’t want to do it. Why was he the one to have to do this? Cas tapped a finger on Dean’s chest, trying to think. It only took an instant for the idea to come to his head but another for him to decide to go through with it. Cauterisation. It would be extremely painful but the only way to save Dean’s life.

Don’t do this, please don’t do this.

He hated himself for considering causing Dean that much pain. But he had to. Without a second more to dwell on the possibility's, Cas trusted his own judgement and reached for a lighter amid the other contents. He slid his angel blade from his sleeve, created a small fire and placed it in there. Dean, relaxed for a moment with the pressure suddenly gone, but there was also a doubt in his mind.

“Hey, hey, hey, Cas what ya doin?” Dean’s face was growing pale. It could have been a mix of fear and blood loss, but he didn’t know. The forest started to spin, his mind confused and panicked. His head lay on its side, eye’s running over the fire and the angel blade inside it. Cas turned to him and shifted obstructing his view.

Must save him.

“I’m so sorry.” Cas spoke, he didn’t answer Dean’s question, but he knew he would have too soon.

While Cas waited for it to heat up, he went back cleaning Dean’s wound. This time Dean didn’t try to pull his hands off, but he did whimper. Cas watched him blink away the wetness in his eyes. This, Cas hated but he knew he’d hate the bit that followed even more.

“I know it's scary, but I promise I won't hurt you. We need to clean the wound, stop the bleeding and prevent infection.” His voice was like an automatised message, at least this way Dean couldn’t sense all the feelings that swirled in Cas’ mind. The ones of worry and dread and most of all horror. He tried to just go for it and get it over with, but Dean let out a low sharp sound as Cas grazed the shirt over the opening. Cas couldn’t stop his hand from pulling away. He despised hurting Dean.

Find something to take his pain away.

“How's your days been?”

Dean croaked confused, “W'at?”

“I’m trying to distract you from the pain. So, how's your day been?” Cas was ready with the shirt, waiting for Dean to be slightly distracted before he did it.

“Peachy.” Cas smiled slightly, even in a vulnerable state, Dean was still Dean, witty comments and all. “Look oka’, I can handle the pain, I don’t need you to hold m’ hand. Just get it over w’th.”

“Alright, as you wish.”

Cas didn’t hold back; he found the will to do what was necessary. He pushed it deep into the flesh to clean it properly, trying to ignore Dean’s grunts that came deep from within his throat.

Dean gasped as Cas pulled away. Cas threw the shirt aside and lay a hand on Dean’s shoulder, comforting him, giving him a few breaths to recover. Then he turned around and took the angel blade out of the embers, its tip glowing bright red.

Don’t hurt him.

“Dean I need you to stay very still for this.”

“Wha’ r ya doin’ w’th that?” Dean slurred. There was a certain hollowness in his voice like he already knew the answer but needed someone to say it aloud. A hollowness like he was giving up fighting.

“Cas!”

Cas caved. “I need to cauterize it, it’s the only way I can stop the blood loss and prevent infection.”

“Don’t do th’s.” Dean started to wiggle, begging his tired and fatigued limbs to sprint into action even though he knew they wouldn’t. Dean’s back was already pressed up slightly against the tree trunk there was nowhere else to go. Cas held him down with his other hand, his knees digging into Dean’s thighs, immobilising them. The burning blade approaching. There was a moment amidst the struggle, where both of their eyes locked on each other. Dean’s expression so broken it shattered a piece of Cas’ heart right then and there.

Don’t hurt him. Must save him.

“Please, 'm begg’ng you, I don’t w’nt th’s.” The same hollowness surrounded his words but this time they sounded so much thicker. But Cas couldn’t let himself let go, Dean meant more then he realised, he loved him. He couldn’t let him die, not without existing every possible solution.

“This will hurt me more than it hurts you.” Cas placed a stick in Dean’s mouth, shutting out his words. Dean’s eyes gleamed up at him, now he was begging. Begging not to suffer, begging for there to be literally any other option. But Cas didn’t see, he didn’t want to.

You have to do this, it’s the only way.

“I’m sorry. Look at the sky, anywhere but here. If you have a happy place in your mind, then go there. Brace yourself. I’m so so sorry.” Dean was shaking his head, still trying to free himself. A wet sound escaped Dean’s throat, one that Cas would never forget.

Cas let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He was almost in disbelief at what he was about to do. A moment later, he carefully placed the blade against the wound, and there was a sizzling sound as the wound began to seal shut. Dean screamed in agony, tears streaming down his face. His body trembling with pain and the veins of his neck popped out. He thrashed against Cas’ hold. Every cry seemed to echo through the forest, bouncing off the trees and landscape.

You're hurting him. Stop, dammit! Cas begged himself internally.

Cas could barely bring himself to watch. It took all of Cas’s willpower to keep his hand there. All of his instincts were shouting at him to stop, that he was hurting his human, but he knew that he had to keep going. The smell of burning flesh filled the air, a sickening smell.

As he worked, his mind raced with worry and concern. What if he made a mistake?

“Stop. Please.” Dean cried between gasps; his voice was muffled through the stick. Cas pulled away for a second, the skin beneath red and tender. In those horrible minutes, whatever bond had sprung up between him and Cas hadn’t broken. Cas had switched loyalties – he'd chosen to stand for Dean, fight for him. At any cost.

Save him. Save your human.

“Honeybee, I know it hurts but it’s imperative that I do this.” And the blade touched his skin once more. Cas could almost feel Dean's pain vibrating though his body, and it broke his heart to see him in such a state. The pet name just slipped out of his mouth, but he hoped it was comforting nonetheless.

“Please… stop ‘t… please…”

“Just breath. You're doing great. Just a little bit longer.” Cas soothed. Even in pain, Dean was breath-taking. His eyes were the colour of the leaves, and his hair shimmered like gold in the fading light. Cas felt his heart racing as he realized how close they were, and how much he meant.

“All done!” Dean lay still, slowly recovering from the pain, his face still contorted in agony. Even though Dean had stopped screaming, it all that Cas could hear.

You made him scream like that.

Cas immediately began to apply a homemade salve of pine sap, aloe vera and other natural ingredients to the wound, rubbing it as deep as he could while Dean strained and fought to get away from the hands that were hurting him. Afterwards Cas wrapped it up lightly with clean cloth.

Even though Cas knew that his intentions were good, he couldn’t help but feel like he’d betrayed Dean. He wanted to apologize, to make things right, but he didn't even know where to begin. How could he make up for the pain and fear he caused? How could he make Dean feel safe around him again? His thoughts dissolved the second he forced his eyes down to meet Dean’s. He expected Dean to look at him like he was a monster but instead, Dean’s face teemed with gratitude.

Don’t be fooled by his eyes, there's no way that he could trust you after that.

Then Dean, the solider he was, was trying to raise but Cas quickly pushed a firm hand down on his chest to keep him still.

“You have to rest, let your body heal. It will be a slow process but hopefully I can speed it up when my powers get stronger.”

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