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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 26 days

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Just Keep Breathing

Sam and Dean & little sister!reader, Castiel & Winchester!reader, Rowena & Winchester!reader

Requested by Anonymous (x2)

Synopsis: You get sick from a mysterious illness, and you just can’t seem to get better.

“Finally!”

Dean’s voice was the first you heard as you stumbled into the bunker after an insanely long school day. You were somehow sweating and freezing at the same time, and it felt like you might collapse any second.

“Grab a book, there’s a ton of lore to go through,” Dean continued. “We’re looking for more info on witches, seems like there might be…” Dean’s voice trailed off when he looked up to see you all but slumping down the stairs. “Hey kid, you ok?”

“Mm-hmm,” you huffed in response as your backpack dropped to the floor—had you done that? You didn’t remember making the decision to take it off, it seemed to just fall off your slumped shoulders on its own.

“Ok, commere.” You blinked and there was Dean, his hand lifting to your forehead and his brow drawn in concern. “Jeez, you’re burning up.”

At Dean’s words, Sam looked up.

“She’s sick?” He asked.

“Yeah.” Dean removed his hand and lowered himself to one knee to look at your downturned, unfocused gaze. “Sweetheart, look at me.”

You tried to focus on Dean’s eyes, but your gaze refused to settle.

“Yeah ok,” Dean sighed. “Let’s get you to bed.”

You let Dean lead you to your room and tuck you into bed. He even helped you take your shoes off when your fingers fumbled with the laces.

“Did you eat today?” Dean asked as you settled in.

“I…” you wracked your befuddled brain. “I had lunch…but then I threw it up sometime after sixth period.”

“Ok.” Dean cringed. “You get some sleep, I’m gonna go make you food.”

“Nooo.”

Dean turned in surprise at your desperate whine.

“What? What’s wrong?”

You grabbed at his sleeve and tugged.

“Don’t go,” you sniffled. “I don’t want food, I just want you to stay.”

“Ok, ok,” Dean relented, figuring that once you were asleep he could make you something. “You better not get me sick,” he said, only half kidding, as he sat on your bed. When you reached out to him, he went to put his arms around you, but the second his hands touched you, you flinched away.

“That hurts!” You were starting to cry now as you backed away from your brother.

“What hurts?” Dean was baffled. “I barely even…” he trailed off as he pressed the back of his hand to your head again, ignoring the way you hissed and tried to flinch away from him. “Jeesh, it’s even worse now,” Dean mumbled. “Just lay back now, you gotta get some sleep, ok?”

“Don’t go,” you begged.

“I’m not going anywhere, just take it easy sweetheart,” Dean promised. “Get some rest.”

Dean waited until he was sure you were asleep before he went to talk to Sam.

“She asleep?” Sam asked, not even looking up from the lore book he was studying.

“Yeah…” Dean’s voice trailed off as he stood there awkwardly for a moment. “Sam, something’s wrong.”

“Wrong? What, with Y/N?”

“Yeah. I don’t know how to explain it…she was getting hot so fast, and when I tried to touch her, it was like I burned her or something. I don’t know, I guess I can’t be sure, but something about her getting sick doesn’t feel…normal.”

“Ok.” Sam nodded. “Well, you call around at the school and see if there’s a bug going around. I’m gonna hit the lore a bit more.”

The boys didn’t speak as they got to work.

…

Sam was heading to the kitchen when he heard you calling for him. He detoured into your room, his heart constructing when he saw you—you were pale and sweaty, the sheets sticking to your skin. He couldn’t tell if your cheeks were glistening from tears or sweat—it was obvious you were in pain.

“Hey honey,” he greeted gently. “Did you need something?”

“Can you stay with me?” You pleaded. Sam didn’t hesitate, coming over to sit on your bed. You reached out to hold his hand, but when your fingers touched his you hissed and pulled away.

“Something wrong?” Sam asked, remembering what Dean had said.

“It hurts.” Now there was no mistaking the tears on your face for sweat—Sam had never seen you so upset and in pain. “It’s like-like my skin is on fire and-and I just want a hug but when anybody touches me it just—it just gets worse.” You were out of breath and choking on your words by the end, and it took every ounce of Sam’s will to ignore his big brother instinct and not pull you into his arms—the last thing he wanted was to hurt you worse.

“Stay right here, I’m coming right back,” Sam said as he stood. You didn’t say anything, you just watched curiously—and a little worried—as Sam left. Sure enough, he returned a minute later with a bowl full of water and a glove.

“Ok, I’m gonna try something, hold still,” Sam instructed.

You started to giggle when Sam pulled the glove on and plunged his hand in the bowl. He grinned at you, happy to hear you laughing again.

“Ok now, hold still,” Sam insisted. “This is serious.” But he was still grinning as he took his dripping, gloved hand and pressed it against your forehead. “How does that feel?”

You closed your eyes in contentment as the cool water hit your skin and the gentle cloth brushed against your forehead.

“Better,” you told Sam with a smile. “Thanks, Sammy.”

“Anytime,” Sam said.

The two of you stayed like that for most of the afternoon, with Sam comforting you and trying to cool you off with the wet glove. Sam was determined to do anything he could to make you feel better while Dean was trying to investigate the cause of your illness. He’d also been calling Cas all day, but he hadn’t gotten an answer.

Dean was just about to give up on the books and catch a few hours of sleep when he heard Sam calling for him. He followed the sound to your room, where he found his little siblings resting on your bed.

“Can you sing me a song?” You asked, shyly picking at your sheets.

“Uhm…” Dean swallowed, a little uncomfortable. “Sure sweetheart.”

Sam relented his spot next to you so that Dean could climb in. He started off just humming “Hey Jude,” and within minutes you were fast asleep.

“You were right, Dean,” Sam said when he was sure you were asleep. “I don’t know what it is but—but it’s bad.”

“Ok well we don’t need to panic,” Dean assured him, noticing Sam’s rising anxiety. “She’s been sick before, let’s just give it a little longer and see what happens. Maybe Cas’ll finally come around and set her straight.”

“I don’t remember,” Sam mumbled.

“What?” Dean asked.

“Her getting sick. I barely ever remember her being sick.”

“Dad always sent you to school whether she was sick or not. I usually stayed behind to take care of her.” A ghost of a smile passed across Dean’s lips. “Most of the time I had to convince dad that I’d caught whatever she had so that he’d let me stay with her. I never wanted to leave her when she was sick.”

Sam was quiet for a long moment before a thought occurred to him.

“I don’t ever remember you sick.”

At this, Dean shrugged.

“I usually just powered through it. I had a job to do, after all.”

Sam was about to comment on that when his eyes suddenly snapped to you.

“Dean, is…is she breathing?” Dean jumped up as Sam moved closer to you. “Dean she’s not breathing!”

Dean blocked Sam from getting in the way and grabbed hold of your shoulders.

“Hey…hey!”

You jolted awake when Deans shook you, taking a great gulp of air the moment you were awake.

“Hey…ok…” Dean breathed a sigh of relief, holding you in his arms until he heard you crying as you tried to pull away. “You ok?” He asked as he let you go.

“It still hurts,” you sniffled. “What…what happened?”

“You stopped breathing,” Sam said. “It…jeez kid, you scared us.”

Dean noticed that your breaths still sounded labored.

“Are you ok?” He asked.

“It…it kinda hurts,” you muttered almost to yourself as you rubbed at your chest.

“Breathing?” Sam met Dean’s eyes—they were terrified.

Your only response was a tiny nod as you continued to take shallow breaths.

“I’m gonna try Cas again,” Dean said, standing from your bed.

“I’m…” Sam hesitated, as though he didn’t want to tell Dean what he was thinking. “I’m gonna call Rowena.”

“Rowena?” Dean demanded. “Why?”

“Because we don’t know what this is, Dean!” Sam insisted. “For all we know, she got cursed! We were looking into witch activity in the area. Maybe Rowena can help.”

Dean backed off.

“Fine. Call her.”

…

“I can’t heal her.”

“That’s because it’s a spell, you idiot.”

“I can’t be sure of that.”

“Well I can!”

“Ok, ok,” Dean interrupted Rowena and Cas’s argument. “This isn’t helping anything. Rowena, what can you do?”

“Not much I’m afraid,” Rowena sighed. “I can’t undo the spell.”

“Well can you at least tell us what the spell is?” Sam cut in before Dean had a chance to get angry.

“That’s easy enough. It seems to be some kind of…anti-body spell.”

“What does that mean?” Dean demanded.

“It means that her body is slowly starting to reject what it needs or wants the most. Basic needs like food, water, probably even sleep, will start to hurt her.”

“It hurt when I touched her skin,” Sam interrupted.

Rowena shrugged, and continued. “I suppose the need or desire for physical affection counts. It will get worse, though. Things that she can’t live without will be too painful for her to do. Eventually even breathing will be unbearable.”

“It already hurts to breathe.” Everyone had all but forgotten you were there until you made yourself known. Your voice came out in a terrified whisper, but everyone heard you clearly.

“We’re gonna fix it,” Dean asserted. “All we have to do is find the witch, right? Then kill her.”

“It might not be that simple,” Rowena sighed. “I mean, it could’ve been anyone. For all we know, they put a spell on Y/N to make her forget them.”

“Then what are we gonna do?!” Dean demanded.

“You and Cas try to find that witch,” Sam jumped in, trying to find a way to keep panic down. “We already have a head start, since we were pretty sure one was in the area anyway. You know where most of the strange activity was, start there. Rowena and I will stay here, try and see if there’s an undo spell.”

Dean didn’t hesitate to agree. If he wasn’t so preoccupied worrying over you, he would’ve been very proud of Sam, stepping up while he was panicking. Now that Dean had a direction, he was calmer—he was ready.

“Ok. Let’s go.”

…

“Please don’t leave me.”

Dean and Cas had already left, and Rowena and Sam were halfway out of your room when you tear-strained voice reached Sam. He turned to face you, and his resolve to hit the books in the library crumbled when he saw you, shaking in fear and taking shallow, painful breaths.

“Bring me some books to look through,” he muttered to Rowena before coming to sit on your bed.

It was silent in your room for a few deafening seconds, before your shattered gaze met Sam’s and you spoke, breaking his heart.

“I don’t wanna die, Sammy.”

“Hey,” Sam turned to face you, resisting once again the urge to pull you into his arms. “Me and Dean are never gonna let that happen. You know that, right?”

“It-it hurts to breathe,” you cried. “And it keeps getting worse. I don’t—I don’t know how long I can do it.”

“Hey, hey…” Sam was reaching for you when he remembered that that would only make you hurt worse. His hand froze in the air, halfway to your face. “I…” Sam‘s voice cracked. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Don’t…don’t say that, ok? You have to keep fighting, ok? We’re gonna find a way to fix this, but you just have to keep fighting.” Sam was so desperate to hug you that he pulled his sleeves over his hand to cover his skin and pulled you into his arms. You allowed it for several seconds, wanting so desperately to just sink into his arms. But you couldn’t.

“That…” you struggled to get the words out; you didn’t want to say them. “That hurts, too, Sammy.”

Sam flinched back like he’d been shot, looking down at you in utter defeat.

“I’m…I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

The despair in the room was total.

…

“I’ve got it!”

Sam regretted his outburst when you jolted awake. Rowena had warned the both of you that sleeping might end up making you hurt more rather than feel better, but you had all but passed out from exhaustion and pain, and Sam didn’t have the heart to stop you. Even in sleep, or body and face twitched in pain periodically.

Now that you were awake, it was obvious that Rowena was right; it had made it worse.

“What—“ your breathing was labored as each breath pained you. “What happened?”

Rowena stepped into the room, having heard Sam’s declaration.

“I found the spell,” Sam insisted, holding the book up. Rowena approached him with a dubious frown. However, once she started to read the spell she slowly nodded.

“This might just do it,” she said.

“I’m gonna call Dean.”

…

Dean and Cas returned within an hour.

“Not a single lead,” Dean said, annoyed. “So this had better work.”

“Let’s hope so,” Sam sighed, looking at Rowena. She nodded.

“It’s a good thing that this bunker is well-stocked,” she said. “I believe we’re running out of time.”

Your gaze turned downwards when everyone glanced at you at Rowena’s words. Sure enough, your breaths had been getting shallower and shorter in your failed attempts to make them hurt less. You were also weak and pale from the lack of food and water you’d had over the past two days.

“Do it.” Dean was the first to look away from you as he spoke to Rowena.

Rowena handed you a cup filled with a mixture of herbs and things you didn’t want to know about. Your lip was quivering as you lifted the cup to your lips—you’d avoided food and water for a reason; if breathing was like a stab to the chest, how would swallowing down a potion feel?

Sam’s heart was breaking as he watched you struggle to swallow through the pain, and Dean couldn’t even look.

As soon as you had the potion down, Rowena started reading a Latin incantation from the book. Sam watched you carefully as Rowena finished it. He crossed his fingers behind his back, holding his breath as he hoped that your own would become less labored. Instead, your eyes widened in surprise as your breaths became even more panicked.

“What’s happening?” Dean demanded, his eyes flashing from you to Rowena. “What did you do?!”

“I-I don’t understand…” Rowena muttered, flipping through the book. “It should have…”

“Sam…De…” you whimpered.

Dean’s panicked eyes met Sam’s, then yours, before they went back to Rowena.

“Found it!” Rowena breathed relief, before her eyes once again clouded with worry. “Oh no.”

“What?” Sam and Dean demanded in unison.

“The-the counterspell…it takes an hour to work, and as it works through the curse, the curse…fights back.”

“What does that mean?” Dean’s breathing sounded almost as labored as yours as he struggled to keep down his fear as well as his anger.

“It means that it’ll get worse before it gets better. If we…if we had found this at the beginning, it would’ve worked easily, but…”

“But she might not survive an hour like this,” Cas finished for Rowena, realizing what she was saying before either brother.

“What can we do?” Sam asked.

“Nothing.” Rowena shook her head. “This spell was her only hope, so…so we just have to wait and see if she outlasts the curse now. It shouldn’t take any more than an hour.”

“Ok,” Dean said, coming to sit by you. “You can do this kiddo, ok? We’re gonna be right here, you’re gonna be fine.”

The seconds crawled by one eternity at a time. Every time Dean thought you couldn’t look more in pain, your face twisted again as you tried over and over to take a deep enough breath to satisfy your starving lungs. Once it reached fifteen minutes left, Dean noticed that every minute or so you stopped breathing completely.

“Hey, c’mon.” Dean resisted the urge to cup your face. “C’mon keep breathing, you can do it.”

Suddenly you were reaching your arms out to Dean, and he was backing away.

“I-I don’t want to hurt you,” Dean said.

“Don’t…care,” You whimpered. “I…n-need y—“ you couldn’t seem to get out full words, but Dean didn’t need anything more.

“Ok, yeah.” You were in Dean’s arms in a second. “Ok, I’m here sweetheart. I’m here, you just gotta keep breathing. Keep breathing for me.”

You burrowed against your big brother despite the pain, trying all you could to keep breathing. The pain was so blindingly unbearable that you started to feel your vision blur and blacken. Sam was the first to notice you drooping in Dean’s arms, and he reached down and pulled your face away from Dean’s chest so he could look at you.

“Hey, you gotta stay awake honey,” Sam insisted.

“Don’t let her sleep!” Rowena commanded. “Her body will stop breathing automatically if she passes out.”

“Hey, hey,” Dean’s gentle taps to your face felt like full-on punches, but they did the trick. Your eyes fluttered open once more, and your hands gripped onto Dean even harder. Sam had joined Dean on your bed, his one arm wrapped around your shoulders from behind while Dean continued to hold you in his lap. Their touch was like fire on your skin, but never had a burn been so welcome.

“Keep breathing,” Dean was repeating over and over, and without that mantra you truly would have stopped ten minutes ago.

“Seven more minutes,” Cas announced.

You went to take another small breath, and you couldn’t keep the cry of pain in when it was the worst pain yet. It hit you so hard that you felt the darkness returning.

“No no no, hey,” Dean pleaded. “Breathe kiddo, you’ve gotta keep breathing.”

You’d barely even noticed that you stopped. It felt so good to stop. The pain of your unfilled lungs wasn’t nearly as horrible as the pain of breathing.

The relief was so great that you barely even felt when the blackness finally took over, and you slumped in Dean’s arms.

…

“No no no no…” Dean was shaking you over and over, but you were out cold. “Come on, breathe!”

“Six minutes,” Castiel said.

“She won’t last that long,” Sam breathed.

“It-it’s not an exact science,” Rowena cut in. “It might…maybe it will work a little faster.”

With nothing else to do, the four watched, barely breathing, as your body lay unnaturally still on your bed. Cas was watching his watch like a guard dog, counting the seconds until you would have brain damage…until you could die…

The great, gasping breath that escaped your lips as you sat up had all four onlookers nearly crying in relief. Sam and Dean had already been crying, but even the witch and the angel couldn’t hold in their emotions anymore as you began to breathe deeply again, tears of relief streaming down your own face.

Dean held you in his arms without fear, and you clung to him without pain. Sam’s arm was still around your shoulders—he hadn’t moved an inch.

“You’re ok,” Dean breathed as you cried on his shirt, and no one was sure if he was reassuring you or himself. “You’re ok sweetheart, I’ve got you.”

You refused to let go of your brothers, having spent two days unable to take comfort in them when you needed them most. The three of you stayed like that for so long that eventually Rowena left, but Cas stayed to watch over the Winchesters he had sworn to protect—to watch over the one he’d almost lost.

He watched silently as the three siblings fell asleep—you first, then Sam, then—once he was sure that his little brother and sister were ok—finally Dean.

He watched, knowing that they had almost lost everything today.

He watched, knowing that they would only be closer because of it.

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castiwls · 4 months

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"sacrifice, that's what we do for the people we love"

being the middle child in the winchester family...

I’d imagine you being like two years younger than Dean and two years older than Sam. So like literally the middle child

Your memories of your mum are fuzzy but you can recall a few things

When Mary died you were only two so you didn’t really understand what was going on for a while.

When you all first left Lawernce you spent most of that first night in a motel room crying because you wanted your mom and your bed. (Dean had to comfort you cause John left his two toddlers and baby alone in a motel #dadoftheyear)

When you were like ten your dad told you about what he had been doing for the past eight years. You were terrified but he made you promise not to tell Sam. He also made sure you knew that it was your job to keep Sam safe.

Basically, you stopped being a child at ten.

You and your brothers were really close.

You and Dean basically trauma-bonded over hunting and also having wayyyy too much responsibility at a young age.

Out of you and Dean, you were more emotionally available so Sam tended to tell you more.

As he got older he would talk to you about getting out and stuff. While your dad and Dean were very much into hunting you and Sam were more of on the sidelines.

Sam got his love of reading from you. He’d always tell you about the books he was reading and what he was doing in class.

You’re the mediator for the family. It was always you who broke up fights. You were also able to calm your father down.

Mentioning in a passing comment that you didn’t want to hunt when you were like 15 and John flipped.

“If you don’t want to help kill the thing that killed your mom then you can get out.”

So you did. You left at 15 for 6 months.

In reality, you went to stay with Bobby but you never told your dad that.

Dean begged you to stay and would call every day. So would Sam.

Around this time Sam also started to want to leave.

“I wanna come stay with you.” You sighed leaning against the wall. The phone rested between your ear and shoulder. “You can't Sam. Dad would flip your too young.” He let out a frustrated noise but let the topic go. (for now)

Dean would also call often and beg you to come home.

“Look he didn’t mean it, alright. It was just a heat of the moment thing.”

You did eventually come back. (Bobby wasn’t happy but let you go)

Your brothers were overjoyed and you actually got an apology from your dad (shocker.)

Things were ok for a few years and then Sam got a bit older and started talking about school. He’d only talk to you about it though. It wasn’t that Dean hated the idea but he didn't understand.

One day when you were 18 and he was 16 Sam asked to talk in private. So you took him to a dinner near the motel and he told you about Stanford.

“One of my teachers thinks it's possible.” He pushed the pamphlet towards you. “I just need a signature from an adult and I know Dad won't sign it.” You quietly looked over the pamphlet for a moment. A sense of pride washed over you as well as relief. This was his way out. “Of course, I’ll sign it.”

You both kept it quiet for the next year and when his acceptance letter came in you both kept it to yourselves but you were so proud

#proud parent moment.

Though eventually, Dean found the letter.

“Did you know about this?” He asked holding up the letter. You felt your blood run cold as you grabbed the letter from him. “Yes. I did know.” You admitted. “It was me who signed the papers.” Your brother's eyes widened a look of betrayal crossed his face. “Why would you do that?” His voice began to rise as he spoke. “Because Sam deserves a future Dean.”

You two didn’t speak for a while after that. Dean got over it though.

When it came time for Sam to leave that's when all hell broke loose.

You’d never heard your dad yell so loud. He and Sam went back and forth for hours until your younger brother just walked out. You and Dean both followed him. After calming him down you went with him to the bus and said goodbye.

Dean was kinda non-plussed (inside he hated it and was worried sick). You were worried but happy that he was getting out.

When you and Dean went back to the motel John was furious. He blamed you (of course)

“This is your fault. You're the one who put all those ideas in his head and look what happened.”

Dean jumped in front of you and told him to back off.

“Sam’s his own person you can’t blame her for this!”

After this, you and Dean get closer. John starts taking more hunts alone meaning that you and Dean spend a lot of time just driving around.

You would probably class this as the first time in your life you felt truly happy. Hunting with Dean was easier and there were fewer arguments.

Sam would call u often to update you. When he told you that he’d met a girl you were so happy for him. (it really seemed he got out)

But then your dad went missing and Dean insisted on getting Sam to help.

You were glad to have both your brothers back but at the same time felt insanely guilty as you watched Sam fall back into hunting.

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book-place · 1 year

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Arts and Crafts Disaster

Warnings: blood, papers cuts, slight cursing, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Castiel x reader platonic, Dean Winchester x sister reader, Sam Winchester x sister reader

Request: hello :))) I have a request!! Can you do a castiel x child reader where castiel has to babysit child reader again, but child reader somehow injured themself and dean and sam come back from a hunt to a crying child reader and a panicky cas? thanks!! love your stories btw<33

Request by: @homowholikespace

*not my gif*

Summary: Cas is back to babysit again

A/N: There’s some references to a past work of mine —> Of Cats and Angels; Also, yes paper cuts do hurt that much. No, it’s not dramatic

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

“Cassie!” You cheered as soon as the angel landed in the bunker's library, hurrying over and wrapping your arms tightly around his leg in a hug.

“Hello, Y/n.” He greeted, patting the top of your head fondly.

“Thanks again for watching her, Cas.” Dean spoke up, striding into the room as he slung a duffel bag containing all he would need for the upcoming hunt over his shoulder.

“It is no problem.” He answered the eldest Winchester honestly, nodding along as you already began babbling to him about one thing or another.

Dean gave him a smile, clapping him on the back before trailing after Sam, who had walked up the stairs and out into the garage moments ago.

The two of them were going out on a hunt a couple miles away, so they called up their angel friend to babysit you once more. Considering the last time had been a success, save for the newfound kitten that now roamed the halls of the bunker.

“Say ‘hi’ to Sir. Fuzzy- Bottom Mittens, Cassie!” You demanded, presenting the cat up to him as soon as your brother disappeared.

“Hello, Sir. Fuzzy- Bottom Mittens.” He echoed, reaching out a finger and gently scratching the small thing behind its ear.

You grinned up at him, satisfied, and set the cat free on the ground, “What are we gonna do today?” You asked eagerly.

From the look on your face, he could tell you were hoping that today would end with you gaining a new pet again. But he couldn’t let that happen, he doubted your brothers would let it slide again. It was pure luck he got away unscathed after they found out about Sir. Fuzzy- Bottom Mittens last time.

“How about some arts and crafts?” Castiel suggested.

After the last time, he had done some research on what children liked to do, and this was one of the top results he had found.

You squealed, nodding up and down happily before skipping off to go get some art supplies Sam had left in a nearby closet for you and returned with a box filled to the brim with different papers, colored pencils, markers, and crayons.

You happily dumped them on a table and you and Cas set to work, a determined silence falling over the two of you like a blanket.

Working side by side, you each were laser focused on your own projects at hand, Castiel trying to draw a rainbow with the perfect mix of colors, and you working hard to draw a family picture of you and your brothers- featuring Castiel and Sir. Fuzzy- Bottom Mittens, of course.

This went on for hours. Every time one of you finished your drawings, you wouldn’t find it satisfying enough, and would crumble it into a ball, toss it into a nearby wastebasket, and start over. There was definitely something admirable about both of your determination to get your pieces of art just right.

Finally, a wide grin broke out onto your face as you stared down at your paper, “Cassie! Cassie, look! I did it-“ You whipped your paper into your hands all too quickly to try and show the angel your finished product. The material sliced across your finger in such a way that it began to bleed immediately. Paper cut.

Both of you stilled for all of a minute, until the pain stung harsh and fast and tears began to fill your eyes.

You began wailing right away, sticking out your wounded hand as if it was infected, and Cas’s panic quickly filled his silent void.

“Are you alright?” He asked hurriedly, “What can I-“

You just kept bawling though, the sting of the paper cut that dug deep fresh in your pain.

Poor Castiel had no idea what to do. He had never been in this situation before. Sure, he could reach over and easily heal you with a touch, but all logic seemed to fly out of his mind the second you began sobbing.

“Hey! We’re home!” As always, Dean and Sam burst in at just the wrong moment.

The second your cries reached their ears, they flew down the stairs in a blur of movement and panic, very similar to Castiels, not stopping until they were right in front of the two of you.

“What is it?” Dean panted instantly, “What’s wrong?”

With a wobbling lip, you held out your scarred finger to them, and they both let out simultaneous breaths of relief.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Sam cooed, shoulders relaxing as he scooped you up into his arms, letting you burrow your face into the crook of his neck, “It’s okay, you’re alright.”

He lead you off to get a bandaid and Dean whirled around to face Cas as soon as he was out of sight, “What the hell, man?” He demanded.

The angel shrugged helplessly, “Just a moment ago she started crying very loudly and I didn’t know-“

You and Sam entered back in the room, hand in hand, as you wiped your eyes and nose with the back of your sleeve, calming down significantly.

“Are you alright?” Cas immediately asked in concern.

You nodded shyly, focusing your eyes on the ground as you shuffled your feet up and down.

Sam smiled down at you softly, squeezing your hand gently in reassurance, “She’s alright, just got a bit freaked out, that’s all.”

You sniffled slightly, gently letting go of Sam’s hand and walking back over to the table, lifting up your drawing- very carefully this time- to show the three men your hard work.

“Wow, great job, kiddo.” Dean praised instantly, reaching over and ruffling your hair, emitting giggles from you.

Sam grinned, studying the drawing of himself, “The hair is spot on.” He remarked.

“It looks wonderful, Y/n.” Castiel told you honestly.

All four of you were standing in a line in the picture, holding hands and wearing bright smiles, Sir. Fuzzy- Bottom Mittens of course hanging a couple inches above all of you in the air, doing so with the powers you were convinced he had and just never used when you were all around.

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bingbongsupremacy · 1 month

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New Kid

Pairing: Father!Castiel x family!child reader, Father! Dean x family!child reader, Father!Sam x family!child reader, Father!Crowley x family!child reader

Warnings: Very cringe and short. I wrote this when I was in middle school. Originally from Wattpad.

Summary: Short oneshots about when your father finds out you're his kid.

*Not Proof Read* Supernatural

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Third P.O.V.

Castiel:

Age: One Hour Old

" I told you, Josephine, I don't want it! " A man yells.

" What do you expect me to do with it then? Huh? This is both of our problems, okay? Both of our problems! "

The voices grow louder as Castiel nears the end of the block. The dim streetlights and light glow from the houses' porch lights send a nightmarish gleam and vibe through the street.

" Can't you just leave it with someone? Leave it at a fire station! I don't care. Just get it out of here! " The man orders.

" Ryan, I can't keep...it! I can't do this thing! Do you know what my parents will do to me? Huh? I've kept it in me for nine months! I can't take care of it anymore! Look, Ryan, I spent three hours in a rest-stop bathroom, pushing this thing out! I don't want it. You take it. " The woman, Josephine hisses while shoving a bundle at a dark man in the doorway of a house.

" I have a life, Josephine. I can't just drop everything to raise this, this abomination! I am not giving up my life for it. No, you take it somewhere and dump it. I don't care. Goodbye. " With that, the man slams the door shut on the girl.

The girl growls loudly in frustration. " Ugh!! " She looks at the bundle in her arms in frustration and looks around.

Castiel watches the girl wander down the street, hiding in the shadows. He can't just let this girl take whatever's in her arms and dump it. He needs to make sure that the thing in her arms remains safe.

" I'll just leave you...here. " The girl says unemotionally before dropping the bundle into a garbage can behind a Chinese restaurant. The entire time the girl had been holding the bundle, she'd been holding the bundle as if it were poison.

The girl looks around before running across the street in the dark.

Castiel makes his way over to the garbage can which releases a whine. A soft whine. " What is that..? " Castiel peers down into the garbage can. The bundle wiggles around. It starts crying loudly. " A child? " Castiel picks up the bundle. The baby, wrapped in a dirty t-shirt, wiggles around. The baby's teary Brown eyes look up at Castiel. " Shh, shh, child. It's alright. " Castiel looks around for a moment, not sure what to do with the crying baby. " Okay, okay, uh, you're okay. " Castiel gently brushes his fingers on the baby's forehead. The baby's cries die down and turn into sniffles. The baby snuffles into Castiel and slowly falls asleep. " What do I do with you? " Castiel asks softly to not disturb the baby's peaceful sleep.

" I think I will keep you. Yes. I will. I will name you...Y/N. " Castiel smiles slightly as the baby lets out a content grunt. I shall protect Y/N with everything I have.

Dean:

Three Weeks Old

Dean takes a sip of the cold beer in his hand. He boredly flips through the pages of a lore book. Sam walks into the bunker with grocery bags.

" Hey, Dean. I'm back. " Sam announces.

" Okay. " Dean pushes the book in his hands aside and looks down at his phone as it dings.

Ex. Mariah

-We need to talk.

Dean's eyebrows furrow. He hasn't seen Mariah for...months. Ever since their nasty breakup.

Dean

Why? So now you text me? After months of ignoring me?

Ex. Mariah

This is...important. Are you in town?

Dean

Yeah.

Ex. Mariah

Good. Meet me at the park we first met at, okay? Do you remember which park that is? Do you remember the spot?

Dean

Yes. I remember.

Ex. Mariah

Okay. See you in twenty.

Dean sighs. Mariah was too much drama to handle. The last time they saw each other, she accused him of cheating with almost every girl he's ever met. She could never leave anything alone. She was also weirdly possessive.

Dean pulls on his jacket and finishes off his beer before standing up. " Sammy, I'm going out. I'll be back in a little while. " Dean yells into the hallway connecting to the kitchen.

" 'Kay! " Sam calls back.

Dean hops in his car and drives down the street to the park where he meets Mariah. He pauses before turning his car off. Should he do this?

What does Mariah want?

Dean sighs and prepares himself for what's to come while dealing with Mariah. He slowly gets out of the Impala and walks towards the bench he met Mariah on. Dean shoves his hands into his jacket pocket when a cold gush of wind blows through the air.

A small cry fills Dean's heart. Dean furrows his eyebrows. Who would keep their baby out at this hour, especially in this weather? This kid doesn't sound very old.

Dean continues walking towards the bench, only to discover the crying getting louder. Dean pulls out a gun he brought with him just in case and points it to the ground while cautiously walking towards the cries. Dean quickly puts away his gun when he sees a tiny baby in a basket that's covered by a thin F/C blanket. " What the...? " Dean looks around confusedly.

Why is there a baby here? Where are its parents?

A vibration from Dean's phone distracts him from the baby. Dean looks down at the long text.

Ex. Mariah.

I'm sorry you had to find out this way. By now, you have probably reached the bench and discovered the baby. It's yours. I don't want to look after it. I have a life, and I'm sure you do too. Feel free to do whatever you want with it. Take it to a church, sell it to someone, I don't care I just can't spend my time watching it. The baby's one month old, you'll find the birth certificate and all the other important forms you'll need in the basket. It's yours to do whatever you please with. That's all I needed to tell you.

Ex. Mariah blocked you

Dean stares at his phone with his mouth dropped wide open. He re-reads the message over and over again. Dean glances down at the basket and hesitantly pulls a corner of the blanket off the basket. A tiny baby peers up at him with watery Brown eyes. The baby cries and reaches for Dean. Dean stares at the baby. " D-do I pick you up? " Dean asks cluelessly.

This earns a whine as a response from the baby. Dean gently picks up the baby. He holds the baby awkwardly while picking up a stack of pages that Mariah mentioned. There's a birth certificate, as Mariah had said there'd be, and other papers.

Dean gently rocks the baby in his arms, not sure what else to do. Dean sits down, very overwhelmed. He sets the papers back in the basket and turns his attention to the tiny human in his arms. The baby wraps Y/G's tiny finger around Dean's thumb.

At that moment, Dean's heart melted. He didn't care about another other than the adorable child in his arms. " H-hi, kiddo. " Dean says nervously, which is something very strange for Dean. He's rarely ever shy or nervous. Dean's heart fills with a strange love and feeling. " I guess I'm your dad...it's nice to meet you. "

The baby replies with a sniffle and tired whine.

Dean laughs slightly and leans back against the park bench with the baby in his arms, already sure that this baby is going to be in his life.

Sam:

Newborn

" Here's your baby, sir. Y/G's gorgeous. Looks just like you, Mr. " The nurse gently hands over a tiny bundle to its father, Sam Winchester.

Sam stares down at the baby in his arms in awe. " Hi there, sweetie. Hi. " Sam brushes his finger over the cheek of the baby. " I'm your daddy. " Sam says softly.

" There. You have your daughter. " Seraphine, the ex-girlfriend, and mother of Sam's child state annoyed. " Can you get out of my room now? I have to get rest. I plan on getting back into shape as soon as I can. "

Sam ignores the anger bubbling in his chest and glances back at Seraphine. " What is wrong with you? How can you be this way? To your child? "

Seraphine made it clear that she didn't want the kid when Y/G was born. Heck, she hadn't even wanted to carry it full term. As soon as she found out, she planned on having an abortion. Sam found out and was crushed. He'd wanted this baby. Sure, he'd never really been around children before, nor did he really like kids, but the thought of having one of his own brought a joy he wasn't very familiar with to his heart. Sam had managed to convince Seraphine to carry the baby full term and give it to him to take care of. It didn't come easy though. He had to promise to leave her alone after the baby was born and pay her a large sum of money.

" I don't care, Sam. I never wanted it. So get it and yourself out of my room, please. " Seraphine pulls out her phone and starts typing away.

" Y/G is not an ' it '. Sam seethes protectively.

A nurse walks towards him. " I'm going to take this cutie to the infant nursery. You'll be able to see Y/G in a little while after I get Y/G all cleaned up and ready. " The nurse softly takes the small baby from Sam's arms and slowly walks out of the room, towards the door.

" Yeah...whatever. I don't care. Just get out now. I will call hospital security if you don't get out. " Seraphine says stiffly as points to the hospital room door.

" Sir, I am going to have to ask you to leave. " Another nurse says to Sam as she walks towards Seraphine.

" You're rotten, I hope you know that, Seraphine. I'll have someone come in here with the papers for you to sign. " Sam walks out of the room with rage burning through his body. How could anyone refuse their child?

It doesn't matter. I'll always be there for Y/G.

" Where's the nursery? " Sam asks a passing nurse.

" Down the hall, sir. " The nurse smiles while pointing towards the nursery section.

Sam nods and thanks the woman before walking towards the nursery. Sam shoves his hands in his pockets and scans his eyes over the small babies before his eyes land on one. The baby is wrapped in an F/C blanket. The baby's E/C eyes are closed as Y/G quietly sleeps. Sam's rage slowly calms as he looks at his child in adoration.

" Which one's yours? " A man asks as he glances up at Sam.

Sam's eyes widen in surprise. He was so busy thinking, he didn't know that anyone was standing next to him. " Oh, Winchester. Right...there. " Sam points to the tiny child.

The man smiles. " Cute. Mine's over there. Williams. " The man points to a little newborn boy wrapped in a green blanket.

" Oh. He's adorable. " Sam compliments.

" Thanks. Is Y/G your first? " The man asks.

" Yup. And yours? "

" Yeah. My wife and I've been trying for a little over a year. " The guy holds out his hand to Sam. " Jake. "

" Sam. " Sam nods.

" Sammy!! " Sam turns when he hears his name being called. Sam smiles at his brother and the group of people around him.

The guy, Jake, waves his goodbye before he walks off with a nurse.

" Hey, Dean. " Sam greets.

" Where's my Niece/Nephew? " Dean asks. " I brought a few things. " Dean nods to a large number of objects in his arms. Toys, stuffed animals, and of course, a pie. And a tiny baby pie.

" A little? Dean, it looks like you bought the entire aisle at a store. " Sam jokes.

Dean shrugs. " It doesn't matter how much I got. Now, where's my Niece/Nephew? "

Sam rolls his eyes but smiles and points to the newest edition of the Winchester family.

" Dang. Y/G's so adorable! " Dean says happily while looking down at his new Niece/Nephew. This is very strange. Dean normally isn't so...this way. " Tell me again, are you sure this is your kid? " Dean asks Sam.

" Oh, stop it, ya idjit. " Bobby slaps the back of Dean's head.

Dean mutters an ' ow ' but remains looking at the baby.

" Oh, Sam, Y/G's so cute! " Jo smiles as touches the glass. She chats cheerfully along with Dean.

" Good job, Sam. " Ellen compliments. " Y/G's a beautiful child. "

" Thanks, Ellen. " Sam smiles.

" Did you talk to Seraphine? Did she change her mind? " Bobby asks.

Sam sighs. " No. She's still the same selfish woman she was when I met her. "

" That bit-" Dean begins but Ellen cuts him off.

" Dean Winchester! " Ellen scolds.

" Dean, don't swear. I thought that we were working on this. You can't keep swearing anymore, especially now that Y/N's here. " Sam says sternly.

" Y/N? That's a nice name. " Castiel says, finally speaking up. He seemed to have been in deep thought the past few minutes.

Sam smiles. " Thanks. Y/N Y/M/N Winchester. "

" Beautiful. " Ellen smiles. " That's a beautiful name. "

Sam nods.

I'll stay with you, little N/N. Even if your mother doesn't.

Crowley

Half a Year Old

" Send the hounds. " Crowley says dismissively as he boredly flips through a magazine on his throne.

" Yes, sir. " Crowley's demon servant, Marvin, nods before hurrying off.

Crowley spends the next hour on his throne, trying to amuse himself. He throws darts at his servants, prank-calls random demons in different tones, and even spies on the Winchesters.

" S-sir? " A demon says shakily.

" What is it, Marvin? Can't you see I'm busy? " Crowley asked rudely while pointing to the empty air around him.

" S-sorry sir. " Marvin stutters.

After a few moments of silence, Crowley rolls his eyes. " Did you just come in here to stare at the ground? My ground? I don't have time to waste just watching you stare at my ground. "

" I am so sorry. There, um, there was a problem with the hellhounds. " Marvin mutters.

Crowley leans forward. " What? I can't hear you, Marvin. No one can hear you. Who are you talking to? Me or the ground? "

" There was a problem. " Marvin says louder.

Crowley waits for the demon to elaborate. Nothing happens. " What was the problem? " Crowley asks. He's getting more and more annoyed by the second.

" The hellhounds killed Margot Lylard as you ordered, but, " Marvin sighs. " There was a complication. "

Crowley gestures to Marvin to continue talking.

" There was a child there. " Marvin spits out.

" So..." Crowley asks. " You came to me why? There have been people with children in the past. "

" That's the thing...the hellhounds wouldn't...attack it. They just...left. Left the child alone. And...no one here wants to...take it out since..well, the hellhounds didn't kill it. " Marvin gestures for a woman to walk in. She holds a child away from her body as she walks into the throne room. The woman places the baby in the middle of the room on the rug leading to the throne and quickly leaves.

" Bubdahmha. " The baby gurgles while patting the ground under Y/G. The baby giggles while looking around the room. The baby starts crawling towards Crowley, babbling to Y/Gself with small squeals and giggles along the way.

Crowley looks down at the small child with a blank face and cold eyes as it nears him. " Stop. " Crowley commands at the baby.

The baby makes a face and ignores Crowley, still crawling towards the King of Hell. The baby grabs at Crowley's pant legs and pulls. " Dapuhama. " The baby frowns when Crowley does nothing but stare. " Dapuhama!! " The baby frowns and dismisses the king.

" Just so you know, you filthy little human, I am the King of Hell. You cannot just simply walk..well, crawl I suppose, in here, and touch me with your filthy hands. " Crowley growls.

The baby looks up at Crowley with a small grin. " Gaga goo. "

" Humans these days. They think they're free to do as they please. " Crowley rolls his eyes. He looks up at Marvin. " Go make yourself useful and find something to do. I'll find something to do with this...human. "

" Yes, sire. " Marvin runs out of the room without a second thought.

Crowley looks down at the baby. " What's your name, little one? Huh? You're very sassy, and I do not like the way you look at me. As if you're greater or something. "

The baby doesn't respond but leans back against Crowley's legs. The baby shoves Y/G's tiny fist in their mouth.

" In a strange way...you're kind of adorable. " Crowley lifts the child who looks at him with a cute little grin. Y/G's sparkling E/C eyes crinkle slightly when they smile. " I think I'll keep you. You seem like an interesting child. If I don't know your name, I shall name you something. How about...Dylan? No. Too...not my type of name. Marley? I don't like that for a first name. Y/N. Perfect. You are now Y/N Y/M/N Crowley. Wonderful. We shall conspire together once you grow up to an appropriate age. Yes, we will. "

We will have so much fun planning together.

#fanfiction #fanfic #supernatural #xreader #x female reader #x platonic!reader #x child reader #x reader #x you #x sam winchester #x dean winchester

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yourmomxx · 2 years

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tough love ⋆ .ೃ ࿔ *

Dean Winchester x gn!child!reader

Summary: Dean snaps and takes his anger out on you, saying some hurtful words

Warnings: angst, hurt and comfort, daddy issues (who woulda thought), this isn’t proofread because it’s 1am and I’m emotional

Word Count: 1k

so yeah, uhm, my daddy issues definitely co-wrote this - enjoy :) line dividers by @maysdigitalarts

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

It hadn’t been a big deal. At least normally not. You had made a mistake during a witch hunt, and the not-so-nice old lady had almost gotten away because of that.

It all had turned out alright in the end. And it’s not like you had been a hunter all your life, and even if, things like that … they could happen. Did to every hunter at some point.

But Dean was stressed and he was bottling it up, and just like every time he did that, it would only take one incident to let it all come flooding out at once.

Thing is, nobody knew what would tip him off, or how it could possibly be avoided. There was no such thing as a guide to Dean Winchester.

It was like playing Russian Roulette.

And you were the lucky winner. Or in this case, loser. Because now he was yelling at you.

“Bring the kid to the hunt, they said.” The four of you were all gathered in the library, Dean ranting on with his arms thrown in the air. “They are old enough and will know what to do, they said.”

You bit the inside of your cheek.

“Dean,” Castiel tried to appease him, “I understand your anger, but it is no reason to react like that -”

“Really?” Dean retorted and his angry stare fell on the angel next to him. “Well, I don’t know how you want to handle this, Cas, but I don’t feel like putting people’s lives at stake because of some mistake I made seventeen years ago!”

“Dean!” Sam yelled.

And then, everything went quiet.

Oh.

Dean’s words started sinking in, and you felt your muscles slumping together. Your chest tightened with a cold, strong grip around your heart.

Ouch.

Dean just stood there, looking at you, not one word leaving his lips. Castiel and Sam had both written clear shock on their faces. But they, too, said nothing.

Slowly, you nodded your head.

Then, though it felt like a trance, you got your heavy limbs to carry you down the hallway, entering your room and closing the door behind you.

Sam watched as you left the library.

He clenched his jaw. “Well done, Dean,” he spat at his brother, and stalked out of the room.

With a flap of his wings and a disapproving side-look at Dean, Castiel was gone, too.

And Dean Winchester was left standing alone in the dim, warm light of the library room. Though in this moment, he felt anything else but warm.

𓆩 ♱ 𓆪

You were laying on the made bedsheets, staring at the ceiling, and only subconsciously listening to the song playing through the headphones.

Some melancholic melody that made you only feel even more like shit than you did before.

It was strange, this feeling. It felt like nothing, like this big, black desert inside of you, and at the same time, you wanted to start screaming and crying until your voice was lost.

On the other side of the wall, Dean was slowly making his way down the narrow hallway, until he reached the brown door that signified the threshold to your room.

He stood there for a second, looking at the worn out door handle, and then grabbed it to unlock the door. But he only opened it a small gap, before closing it again.

He let the doorknob go. Then he knocked.

Your gaze had been fixed on the door as soon as Dean had moved it an inch.

You frowned when it closed again. For a brief second, you felt that cold hand in your chest again, and your disappointment because you really thought that he would come to fix what he said before.

You didn’t hear the first knock. But the second one caught your attention, a muffled noise through the headphones, and you slowly let them sink from your ears and listened closely.

Again, a knock. You sat up on the bed.

Dean heard shuffling behind the door, like cushions being moved. He chose to try his luck and started talking.

“Hey, kid.”

You were staring at the door from inside your room, listening to your father’s voice talk to you from the other side. Faintly, the music was still playing over your headphones.

“Look, I’m ….” Dean started gesturing and nervously scraping around, while searching for the correct words to say.

“I’m sorry,” he eventually got out. “I didn’t mean what I said. I know that doesn’t make it right, but I just … I wanted you to know that.

I was mad, at so many things happening the last few weeks, and I let it all out on you, and I shouldn’t have done that.”

You turned the music off.

“I just wanted you to know that I don’t think you are a mistake, kiddo. I never did, and I never will.”

It was silent again, and the only noise he heard was the sound of his breathing, while waiting for something, anything, to happen.

Eventually, he let it be, and started making his way back to the library again.

The same moment he realized that the door had opened, you had already wrapped your arms around him and were sniffling quietly into the front of his yellow flannel shirt.

His hand rested on your back, while the other carefully reached up to softly brush over your hair.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he hushed.

“Me too,” you quietly mumbled into his chest.

You felt him shake his head. “Could have happened to anyone. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that.”

You nodded, and held onto him tighter.

“Okay,” you whispered. “Thanks.”

Dean softly smiled and pressed a kiss to your head. He was feeling warm again.

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writingsonsaturn · 2 months

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| writingsonsaturn’s milky way |

hiii !!

requests are: closed (just so i can catch up on current requests)

masterlist || characters i write for || my do’s and do not’s

all nsfw content is marked as 18+ please do not interact with nsfw content if you are a minor.

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mirkwoodshewolf · 2 years

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Protector of the vessel; Castiel x child reader

*Author’s note*

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

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

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@ixchel-9275

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@queen-paladin

@byersboys

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*Hawkins, Indiana*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Burning the midnight oil again Sammy?”

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

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

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

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

“Last night.”

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

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

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

“Only one way to find out.”

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean?” asked Sam.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Like what?” asked Wayne.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We’ve got a problem.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How’d it go with the coroners?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sorry I uhh—thought I heard something.”

“Angel radio?” asked Sam.

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

“Cas?” Sam called out.

“Cas!?” Dean exclaimed.

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

“I know Sammy. CAS!! CASS!!”

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

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

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

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

“You know where she is?”

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

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

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

“Jack…..”

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

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

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

“Alright.”

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

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

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

“It was Jack.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Any missing organs or anything?” asked Dean.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Son of a bitch!” snapped Dean.

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

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

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

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

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

“Understood.” Sam said.

“I understand, but we will save her.”

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

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

“What is it?” asked Dean.

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

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

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

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

“Shapeshifter.” They all said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who are you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Her heartbeat?”

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

“What language was it?”

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

“Celtic.”

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

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

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

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

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

“More or less.” Cas responded.

“And you are an angel of God?”

“Yes.”

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

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

“But I’m still a vampire, aren’t I?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Easy Cas it’s us!”

“Sam? Dean?”

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

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

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

“Vamp—they turned you into a vampire?”

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

“Sorry man.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You—you were……”

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

“We?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is-is that really you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Eddie? Eddie what is it?”

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

“Get her out of here.”

“What?” (Y/n) snapped.

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

“What about you?!” she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How do you feel now?”

“Physically or emotionally?” she asked.

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

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

“(Y/n)……”

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

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

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

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

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

“Your brother didn’t.”

“Yeah right.” She said snarked.

“You don’t know that he’s dead.”

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

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

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

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

“Keeping me prisoner here?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey AC/DC’s good on occasion.”

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

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

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

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

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juno-pixie · 11 months

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I desperately want fanfics of Sam and Jessica having a daughter so bad 😭

#supernatural imagine #sam winchester #jessica moore #dean winchester #daughter!reader #winchester!reader #x child!reader #supernatural x reader #supernatural #supernatural headcanon

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alexsoenomel · 8 months

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Seven Minutes In Heaven Ruined (Dean Winchester x Reader Smut)

Summary: You and Dean are horny and Sam doesn't know how to knock.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: oral female and male receiving

Word count: 1.2k

Note: This is an old one. I made it readable because teenage me didn't know how to words.

Like/ reblog or both if you like it :)

After finishing the last case you realized two things.

One, you were tired as fuck.

And two, you were hungry as fuck.

After a warm shower you put on one of Dean’s flannels, and went to the kitchen to make yourself dinner. Your sweet tooth was craving blueberry pancakes. While you were making the pancake mix, you felt arms around your waist pulling you closer.

“Hey, sweetheart!” He said, and kissed your cheek.

“Hi handsome.” You smiled. You haven’t seen Dean in almost a week. He was pretty sick with a fever, so you and Sam went without him on a hunt in San Francisco – vampires, your favorite. He needed to sit this one out, even though he protested like a damn child saying he was fine while not being able to stand. When you got back he was asleep in his room so you didn’t want to interrupt whatever he was dreaming about.

“How are you feeling?”

“A lot better now that you are here.” He said leaving small kisses on your neck. You tilted your head giving him more access. His kisses would always make you shiver. “I missed you.”

“Missed you too, handsome. Are you hungry? I’m making pancakes.”

“I am hungry.” Dean’s hand went on your inner thigh until it reached your panties slowly rubbing you, making you sigh. Cheeky bastard – you thought. “But I don’t want pancakes.” He whispered into your ear. "I love when you wear my clothes.”

“Sleeping.”

You tried to mix flour, eggs and whatever else that was in there but the urge for Dean’s touch grew and you suddenly had another need to fulfill. You turned around to face him, putting your arms around his neck.

“Where’s Sam?” He asked.

“Good.” He lifted your chin, forcing you to look at him, making you blush. You pulled his shirt only craving the softness of his lips on yours. Seven long days without him felt like an eternity, especially at night – he was your home, your habit and your sanctuary. You kissed him softly and soon enough he deepened the kiss making you moan. When he stole the last breath from your lungs you broke away, resting your forehead on his.

“Bedroom?” You smiled.

“Hell yeah.”

His clothes hit the floor in seconds. Seven days without each other turned you into horny teenagers. He was only in his boxers laying on the bed looking at you, admiring the view and wondering how the hell he got so lucky. You climbed on top of him as he slowly started to undo your shirt – taking his sweet time savoring you. Infatuated by you, Dean’s eyes spoke louder than words and in that very moment you only existed for him. You kissed him like it was the end of the world, and funny thing was, at one point it was actually the end of the world, so nothing mattered anyways. The world could be burning and you wouldn’t care.

Once he exposed you completely, we flipped you over and you were now completely under his control. His hands could kill and yet he was so gentle with you, trying not to break you, even though you wouldn’t mind being broken by him from time to time.

“Dean, don’t tease.” You sigh.

Dean consumed you in every way there was. His lips needed to touch you, to feel you and you were desperate to feel him on your skin. Starting from your neck he kissed you, sucking and slightly biting, leaving light bruises all over. He then moved his lips lower and lower.

You became inpatient, needy and a little bit frustrated. His kisses had you under his spell but you wanted more. He kissed you through your black panties a few times, driving you mad.

You could feel him smirking while resting his lips on the fabric of your soaking underwear.

“Dean!” You blissfully moaned. “ Oh my god!”

“Just a little bit. “ He smirked and then took off your panties. You lifted your legs as he did it. His face went between your legs yet again and now you could only feel his warm tongue on your already wet cunt.

You closed your eyes, surrendering completely.

“Shhhh we don’t want to wake up my brother, don’t we sweetheart?”

“No, but you’re going to kill me.”

The wet sounds of your cunt filled the room as he added one finger first, pumping in and out slowly before adding another. He was aware you were addicted to his thick fingers, always so needy and desperate to have them in your pussy or in your mouth. You gripped the bed sheets as your breaths became heavy, feeling your climax deep in the lower part of your stomach. Before Dean it would take you ages to cum, and you always thought maybe the problem was you and not the other person you were sleeping with. After Dean, you realized that was bullshit and you just had a shitty taste in picking partners.

His name was like a prayer you were reciting over and over again until you couldn’t take it anymore. The orgasm took over your body completely as you screamed his name one last time before his hand violently covered your mouth.

He got up, face shining from your juices with a smile on his face.

“You’re crazy. Sam’s going to hear you!”

“You are so…” You said, trying to catch your breath.

“Amazing?” He laughed.

“And full of yourself Winchester.” You rolled your eyes, still painting.

“Oh well thank you.” Dean said moving next to you.

“Where is the damn condom?” Dean asked, searching through the drawer of his night stand. You giggled. The man never assumed or expected you to return the favor. Your pleasure was far more important than his own and taking care of you was his job and duty. You loved that about him, you loved being taken care of, but you also loved making him fall apart under you.

“Dean?”

“Yeah?”

“Come here.”

He turned to face you. “Huh?”

You kissed him. “My turn.” Dean bit his lip as you rubbed him through his boxers.

“S-shit!” He moaned. “Baby!”

You placed light kisses all over his body before your lips reached the hem of his underwear. You took them off, drooling over his already hard cock. You licked the tip a few times as Dean groaned.

You smiled loving the effect you had on him and then took him in your mouth as much as you could.

His heaven didn’t last long because Sam decided to interrupt the pure bliss of having Dean’s cock in your mouth...yet again.

“Hey Dean can you- AH CRAP.” He said and immediately turned his back allowing you two to cover yourself. “I’m sorry.”

“Fuck not again.” You laughed.

You jumped under the covers with Dean. “SAMMY I SWEAR I’M GONNA KILL YOU!”

“I’m sorry.” Sammy said awkwardly, still refusing to turn around. “But I found us a case.”

“I thought you were sleeping.” You said.

“I couldn’t….you were…a little bit…..loud.”

“So you heard her making happy noises IN MY ROOM and you still decided to come in?! WITHOUT KNOCKING? AGAIN?”

“After 10 minutes I thought…you were…finished.” He ran his hand through his hair. “I will wait in the living room.” He then slammed the door.

“I will kill him.” Dean said and got off the bed.

“Wait.” You said pulling his arm. “He can wait. I’m not done with you!”

“I love you. “ Dean said and kissed you again.

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apocalypseornaw · 9 months

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Stretch it Out

Dean Winchester x Reader

When you need help stretching it takes an interesting turn

Warnings: Cursing, NSFW things

One of the many empty rooms in the bunker had been turned into an exercise area of sorts. It'd started off as Sam's brain child for mornings he couldn't go for a run, he'd found a cheap enough treadmill and tossed it in the room. Next came the weight bench, the punching bags and eventually the mats that were used for a mixture from sparring to yoga. It had gotten turned into a pretty decent home gym.

You were alone in the room, Dean had gone on a store run and Sam was in the shower. After the last hunt you'd gotten slammed around pretty good, Cas had healed what he could but turns out even angel mojo couldn't help tight hips. You were trying your best to get them to pop because that was what you desperately needed.

You'd gotten into boxing with Donna and knew what stretches would help, the problem was you needed assistance with it and didn't want to have to drive to Sioux Falls just to get it. You could ask Sam for help but given the position the stretches would put you in, you felt weird asking your best friend to do so and the thought of asking Dean embarrassed you bad enough you'd rather go a few rounds with a rugaru then attempt it.

You finally gave up about the time you heard Dean's voice echo down the hall "Honey I'm home" you laughed as you slipped your feet into the slides you wore around the bunker and headed for the kitchen where he was unloading groceries "I'm assuming that honey I'm home was for me or else things are really weird between you and Sam"

He stopped mid putting milk in the fridge "Sweetheart" the tone of his voice made you crack up "I'm kidding Dean. I'm kidding" he put the milk in the fridge then turned to face you, eyeing your clothes "What's with the active wear?" You looked down at yourself because you were just wearing high-waisted leggings and an old t-shirt you'd cropped off a bit because it'd been way too long to use any of the weights or punching bag while wearing.

"I was stretching out. My hips still aren't feeling quite up to par" he nodded slowly "Did you get them popped or whatever you said they needed?" You shook your head "I can't get into the positions I need to by myself" "Sam couldn't help?" He asked as you grabbed a bag and started putting its contents away.

You shook your head but didn't further elaborate. The two of you had everything put away within a few minutes. You grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and started to walk out the kitchen when Dean stopped you "Hey, let me throw on some sweats and I'll help you stretch"

You knew your eyes widened at that because he chuckled "Oh don't think I can help with stuff like that? I'm only good for the punchy stuff?" You shook your head "No Dean it's not that.." he cut you off "Good. Meet me in the gym in five" "Ok" you finally replied knowing arguing was no use.

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About the time Dean walked out the kitchen Sam walked in with his hair still wet from the shower "I should throw this damn water at you for not being five minutes faster" Sam was not ignorant to your feelings for his older brother but had guarded your secret for a while. He grinned slightly "And why is that?"

You groaned "Dean's gonna help me stretch out my hips" in that moment Sam very much looked like he may just chew his bottom lip off in an attempt to not laugh in your face at your dismay. "Oh go ahead!" You finally said and he nearly doubled over "Does he know the positioning of those stretches?" You shook your head and that only made him laugh harder.

He finally regained his composure enough to check his watch "I'm gonna go into town to the farmers market. I'll get some of those apples you like and I'll be gone for a couple hours" "Why?" You questioned but he just patted your shoulder on the way by.

"SAMUEL?" You hollered behind him but only heard his laughter in return. Dean walked up behind you and nearly made you scream when he said "What was that about?" You looked over your shoulder at him and smiled slightly "He's going to the farmers market and refused to get me apples" "You know he will" he replied then tapped your hip "C'mon"

You stood across from Dean nervously chewing on your bottom lip. You both had warmed up enough already so you had no excuse but christ you were freaking out internally. "Ok sweetheart, where do we start?" He asked with a smile that caused your heart to jump "Um Ok. I'm gonna lay down on the mat and I need you to stand over me and I'll bend one knee then fold it over the hip on my opposite side I just need you to apply enough counter pressure"

He raised one eyebrow but nodded nonetheless "Well get into position and I'll do my job" you laid down flat on your back and swallowed hard looking up at him before bending your knee on the left side and tucking it over your right hip. He smirked slightly then leaned over "Just apply pressure until i say stop. I can handle it" he nodded "Oh I know"

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You tried that stretch on both hips hoping it would work because it was the position that gave the most room between you and Dean even if just from that position alone you were having to stare at the roof to not be staring into those green eyes that made you forget any and all thoughts. You finally rolled up into a seated position, Dean was sitting across from you on his knees "What now?"

You could feel your cheeks threaten to warm as you damn near stuttered "H-How much do you want to help me?" He watched you for a moment "I want to make sure you're not hurting. Now what do I need to do?" You nodded slowly "Im gonna lay back, I need you to kneel between my legs and put one of my legs on your shoulder then just push it down towards my shoulder applying even pressure until either it loosens up or I say stop"

He motioned towards the mat "Let's do it" good lord could he have picked a worse way to say it? You laid down and when he moved closer you felt your face begin to warm so you bit down on the inside of your cheek as a distraction In hopes it would get get your mind off the position at hand.

However nothing on earth could have distracted from from him gripping your hips firmly to pull you down the mat closer to him, spreading your legs slightly. A small gasp escaped you when your hips bumped into his then he turned just enough to gently grab your left leg and lift it onto his shoulder "Like this sweetheart?"

You knew your voice wouldn't work at the moment so you just nodded.

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There was a mantra going through Dean's head which consisted of three words....don't get hard. Damn why hadn't he just stayed in his jeans? That would've offered a thicker layer between your bodies but he hadn't realized how close the stretching required you to be besides the denim probably would've been uncomfortable to you considering you were just wearing thin leggings.

The first stretch hadn't been that bad but he noticed how you wouldn't meet his eyes while he was standing over you. Sam's words from a few days before when he'd been certain you were flirting with the bartender at some backwoods dive the three of you had stopped in ran through his head "Believe me Dean, she could give a damn less about that guy"

Then when you stuttered asking him to do this current position? Maybe he did have a chance. He had to stop a smirk from slipping onto his face when you gasped lightly from him pulling you closer and pulling your leg up on his shoulder. Not like he hadn't imagined you like this a thousand times before....of course then you weren't dressed or in the gym or just stretching.

When you finally looked up to meet his eyes he smiled "like this sweetheart?" And noticed just how wide your eyes were when you nodded.

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Your knee was nearly touching your shoulder when you felt the release in your hip and a moan that completely mortified you escaped your lips at the feeling. Dean froze dead in his tracks, your leg still on his shoulder and cut his eyes at you with one eyebrow raised "What was that?"

You covered your face with your hands "I am so sorry Dean. That just felt so damn good" he gently lowered your left leg and you expected him to walk out the room due to the awkwardness but instead he moved to the right side and lifted your leg onto his shoulder "Look at me and I'll see if i can get you to moan again from this side" he teased.

You slowly lowered your hands and he winked at you "Attagirl. We're both adults here no shame in something feeling good besides maybe it boosts my ego knowing you moaned like that and I was technically the cause of it...I mean I've heard some of your excuses for dates in the past..."

"Shut up Dean!" You laughed but he started to push your leg towards your shoulder and damn him he'd been paying attention to the last leg and knew just what angle to use because you quickly felt the release in that side and the fucking moan you let slip out was borderline pornagraphic.

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He spoke your name gently and you looked up at him. He was watching you carefully "You good?" You smiled "I'm great" you shifted your hips as much as you could considering one of them was still on his shoulder but froze when you felt something against your inner thigh "Um Dean?"

"Huh?" He asked then must have realized his body had reacted. "Oh fuck darling. I am so damn sorry" he put your leg down quickly and went to stand up but you grabbed his hand "Wait" he wouldn't meet your eyes "I'm sorry sweetheart. It's just you're a beautiful woman, the position we were in...." he groaned lightly before adding "and the noises you were making under me"

"Dean" you tried again and when he finally met your eyes you reached for his shoulders and pulled him into a kiss.

The kiss took Dean off guard. He'd expected you to be pissed at him, hell possibly swing but the shock quickly wore off as he shifted around to push your back down against the mat. You hooked one of your legs around his waist pulling him down with you. He groaned into the kiss when you rolled your hips up to meet his.

He broke away from the kiss to look at you. You were laying under him, eyes wide and pupils blown. Your chest was heaving just slightly and a smile was playing at your lips "Sweetheart what are we doing here?" You raised an eyebrow and glanced down at where your bodies were pressed against each other, thin layers of clothing the only thing separating you "I thought it was kind of clear Dean"

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He laughed lightly then leaned down again catching your lips with his once more. He felt your hands slip under his shirt, an unspoken request for more access to him. He pulled back just enough to slip the shirt over his head and throw it somewhere behind him. He smiled when he saw your hands go towards the hem of your shirt and covered them with his own. He glanced up at you for permission and you nodded so he slipped the shirt over your head and tossed it leaving you in just your leggings and sports bra.

"Come here" you whispered pulling him back down to you. He moved from your lips down to your neck biting and sucking the skin, enjoying what sounds he could pull from you. When he kissed down your chest he felt your breathing speed up as he nipped at your breast through the cloth still covering it. "Fuck Dean" you moaned and he could've came then and there from hearing his name come out of you like that. "Let me enjoy this" he teased before pulling the bra off of you.

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The moment your chest was completely bared to him Dean leaned down flicking one of your nipples into his mouth with his tongue while his hand worked the other. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, the pleasure you were feeling when he'd barely touched you was dizzying.

He moved from your chest, kissing down your stomach and stopping just shy of the top of your leggings. He glanced up at you through his long lashes and you felt a rush of heat go straight to your core "Can I?" You nodded, lifting your hips to help him get the leggings off.

"Damn baby you're already soaked" he cooed slipping one finger inside of you causing a light gasp to slip free of your lips. He smiled wickedly then added another finger, basking in the way you moaned his name "I wanna see what you look like when you come" he spoke curling his fingers inside of you until he found that spot that made your eyes roll back. When your back arched up off the mat he chuckled "There it is"

He crashed his lips against yours in a rough kiss while he worked you over that edge, feeling you tighten around his fingers. You could feel the tension building in your lower stomach and barely got out the words "Dean I'm gonna.." before it snapped pushing you over that edge and causing your vision to go soft around the edges.

"Soo damn sexy" he whispered moving back down your body. You'd barely had any time to recover before his head was moving between your legs, you felt the first tentative lick and moaned his name loudly which spurred his actions one.

The way his mouth felt on your body had every damn nerve ending on fire. You could feel that tension building again already. You'd never come this close together but the moment his lips locked around your clit sucking roughly you were pushed over that edge yet again. He stayed working you over until you pushed at his shoulders weakly "Too much. Too much"

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He rocked back on his heels, wiping a thumb across his lower lip before sucking on it "Fuck you taste as good as you look" you smiled lazily "Normally I'd love to return the favor and I promise to next time but please will you take off your pants and fuck me?"

"Next time huh?" He asked as he pushed his pants down his hips along with his boxers then kicked them off. You'd always figured Dean was well endowed. Awkward moments with hotel showers had happened but damn he was big and thick. You licked your lips and he grinned running a hand across his cock "Like what ya see sweetheart?"

You rolled your eyes "Would like it better if it was inside me" He smirked "Well who am I to keep a lady waiting" he gripped your hips, snatching you closer to him much the way he had earlier. You could feel the head of his cock teasing your opening and could feel yourself clenching around air in anticipation "Are you sure?" He asked and you nearly whined in frustration "Please?"

He nodded as he pushed into you causing a moan to be pulled from you both once he was fully sheathed he held still to let you adjust to him. He caught your lips in a passionate kiss, tongue flicking against yours allowing you to taste yourself on him. Once the pain of the stretch faded to pressure you moved your hips against his to let him know he could move.

He started to roll his hips into yours causing your back to arch up off the mat with every movement "Fuck Dean, you feel so fucking good" you praised and that seemed to spur his movements. He changed his angle just slightly and when the head of his cock rubbed across that certain spot you could vaguely register your nails digging into his shoulders "Right there baby, please don't stop"

"Wasn't planning on it" he teased. It felt amazing but you knew you both needed a little more "You can fuck me harder Dean. I won't break" you moaned and he leaned his forehead over in the crook of your neck as his thrusts got somehow even deeper and harder. You could feel that tension building again and knew he could feel you clenching harder around him "Go ahead sweetheart. Come for me" He spoke into your skin, one hand slipping between you to rub tight circles onto your clit. You came for the third time with a scream of his name on your lips.

Once you came down from the high slightly you could feel his thrusts begin to falter. You turned your attention to him fully, kissing across his jaw and down his neck as you said "Let me feel you come Dean, please. Fill me up baby" his jaw clenched tightly at your words as his thrusts sped up chasing his own release.

He buried himself inside you with one final thrust and the feeling of him coming inside of you managed to push you over that edge for the fourth time.

He collapsed on top of you, supporting most of his body weight on your lower half so you could breath. "God damn sweetheart. I'm so fucking glad Sam didn't help you stretch" You popped his shoulder "Don't be an ass Dean"

After a moment of you both simply catching your breath he leaned up to be able to look at your face "On a serious note I don't want this to be a one time thing and not just this...I um want us to try to this I mean if you want" you laughed lightly causing him to groan considering he was still inside of you "Are you asking me to be your girlfriend after nearly fucking me stupid in the bunkers home gym?"

He nodded "Yeah?" You pulled him into a kiss before saying "On the condition that you help me make it to the shower before Sam gets back because my legs have no feeling in them after coming that much" you could see the moment the smug smirk began to pull at his face "Oh really?" You rolled your eyes and started to say something back but he chose then to pull out of you which caused another gasp to leave you.

"I can manage to help my girl shower" he added with a wink.

"How's your hips feel?" Dean asked after you both had showered and you were laying in his bed with his arms around you. You laughed "They feel absolutely amazing"

He leaned down to kiss you but right before your lips touched you heard Sam holler "IN THE GYM? REALLY. YOU TWO ARE ANIMALS!"

Dean smirked at you "Any complaints?" "None at all" you replied pulling him into you for the kiss.

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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 7 months

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Best Friends

Sam and Dean Winchester x little sister!reader, Castiel x child!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: you don’t want to go to school, and the boys are having trouble making you

“NO!”

Dean was out of his bed in a second and bolting towards the library when he heard your scream.

“No, no, no!” You continued, and Dean heart pounded in his ears as he yanked out his gun.

He froze in surprise when he reached the library. Sam was making a desperate attempt to wrestle a sweater on you, and you were fighting him like it was made of acid.

“What…” Dean wasn’t even sure what to ask.

“Dean!” At the sight of the oldest Winchester you finally managed to slip out of Sam’s grasp and ran right to Dean.

“What’s going on?” Dean asked as you latched yourself to his leg, hugging him like your life depended on it.

“She doesn’t want to go to school,” Sam grunted as he followed you over to Dean, reaching down and trying to pry you away.

No!” You screeched, and Sam grimaced as he continued to pull at your hands, trying to unclamp you from Dean’s leg.

“Kid, cut it out,” Dean grunted, leaning down to help Sam. “Just go to school.”

“No!”

“Why not?” Sam sighed.

“I wanna stay with you!” You whined.

“I’m flattered,” Dean muttered sarcastically. “But you’ve gotta go, so just—“

“Got her,” Sam sighed in relief when he finally managed to pry your fingers off Dean’s leg. “Alright brat, let’s get you to school.”

“Brat” was Sam’s occasional nickname for you, and it was normally used ironically, like when he called Dean “jerk”. However, Dean could tell that Sam meant it a little more this morning.

“I don’t want to!” You whined as Sam carried you to the Impala, Dean trailing behind in case you tried anything. It turned out to be a good instinct, because before Sam could buckle you in, he turned for one second to look at Dean, and you took the opportunity to jump out of the car and make a run for the bunker.

“Hey!” Dean lunged for you, but missed.

“Cas!” You yelled suddenly, trying to summon the angel. “Cas I need you!”

“What’s the—“ Cas froze for a moment when he saw the scene; Sam, scooping you into his arms while you yelled and struggled, and Dean doing his best to keep you from kicking and/or biting Sam. “Matter,” he finished lamely, still unsure if he should interfere.

“We’re trying to get her to school,” Sam grunted when you kicked him in the ribs.

“She’s having a bit of a tantrum about it,” Dean added.

“Cas, help!” You cried.

“Can I talk to her?” Cas asked, and all three Winchesters seemed to freeze for a moment.

“Have at it,” Sam shrugged, setting you on the ground but keeping a hand on your shoulder to stop you from running.

“I won’t let her escape,” Cas assured Sam as he knelt in front of you, and Sam stepped back to give you two some space.

“N/N, I thought you liked school. Why don’t you want to go?”

Castiel’s gentle tone calmed you, and your response came out much quieter than your previous ones.

“I wanted to stay here with Sam and Dean,” you sniffled, shuffling on your feet.

“What about your friends at school? Don’t you want to be with them?”

“No.”

Cas was surprised when you started to cry at his question.

“Why not?”

Sam and Dean were both getting impatient, but Cas’s attention was fully on you.

“Be-because Lily’s been sick all week, and she’s my best friend! If she’s not there, then I don’t want to go!”

“And why didn’t you tell Sam and Dean this?” Cas asked.

You just shrugged, still sniffling. “They-they’d make me go anyway.”

“It’s true,” Dean called out.

Cas ignored him, still focusing on you.

“Don’t you have any other friends to play with?”

“No,” you whined, the tears once again streaming down your face. “Everyone else is a butthead.”

Castiel had to bite back a smile at that.

“Do you know who you remind me of?” He asked.

“Who?”

“Me.”

“You?” You sniffled. “How?”

“Well, every time I have to go to heaven, I don’t want to. Just like you don’t want to go to school.”

“Why?”

“Well, because all of my best friends are right here,” Cas smiled. “Sam, and Dean, and of course my favorite little Winchester.” You giggled as Cas poked at your stomach, your tears slowly stopping.

“But you don’t say anything,” you argued.

“Well that’s because I know that I have to go anyway. Even though all the other angels are buttheads.”

You giggled again at Cas’s words.

“I have to go,” Cas continued, still smiling. “Because I have a job to do. And you have a job to do right now; you’ve gotta learn, so you can grow up smart like your big brother Sam.”

Dean opened his mouth to argue, but Sam elbowed him.

“Oh.” You seemed to ponder Cas’s words for a long moment. “But…will you be here when I come back?”

“Of course, little one,” Cas promised. “I’ll be ready and waiting to see my best friend.”

Your face lit up at this, and the boys relaxed. You wouldn’t fight school anymore, at least not today.

“Cas, can you take me to school today?”

“I don’t think Dean would like me to drive the Impala…” Cas began, but when your lip began to quiver Dean stepped in.

“Just this once, ok?”

“Yay!” You giggled as Cas lifted you into his arms and deposited you into your seat. “Hey Cas?”

“Yes little one?” Cas asked as he buckled you in.

“You’re my best friend, too.”

“Oh yes?” Cas smiled at you.

“Yeah, and Sam, and Dean! You’re all my best friends.”

Cas did something that he rarely did—he bent down and pressed a gentle kiss to your head.

“Then we’re all very lucky, little one.”

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castiwls · 3 months

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stanford - s.w

Pairing; Sam & Sister!reader

Synopsis; Your younger brother has a big question

Warnings; None

Notes; A few ppl asked for this so here it is :) I guess this is part of a Middle!child au which I'm debating on making I lowkey really love writing this dynamic! Also requests for platonic and romantic are open just check my request page on my account

Masterlist | Middle!child headcanons

It wasn’t abnormal for your little brother to ask if you would come to eat with him after school. It was almost like a small tradition between you, Sam, and Dean that you would both meet him at whatever high school he was currently in every Friday and walk to the nearest diner. Doing this was the only sense of routine that you had ever found in your life.

This time was different though. Firstly Sam had asked you to come alone, something which struck you as strange but nevertheless, you showed up alone at his school, much to his relief. You’d also noticed Sam was more shifty than normal. On the walk to the diner, you’d both chatted as normal, but you’d noticed how your brother seemed to be fiddling with something in his pocket. Even now as you both sat waiting for your food you could still see him fiddling with his pocket.

“Sam, what's wrong?” You asked breaking the silence between the two of you. Sam looked up, his eyes slightly wide as he looked at you. He opened his mouth a few times before shaking his head. “If I tell you this promise you won’t tell Dad…or Dean.”

You frowned slightly at his words. Not telling your dad you could understand but Dean? That was new. “That depends…no ones in danger are they?” You tilted your head slightly. Sam quickly shook his head. “No. No one’s in danger.” He laughed slightly. “Nothing dangerous I promise.”

You nodded smiling at him. “So what is it?” You leaned forward slightly on the table. Sam seemed to mull over something for a moment before hesitantly reaching for something out of his pocket. Slowly he pushed a small pamphlet towards you.

You looked at the pamphlet and then back to him. Sam looked away fiddling with his jacket as he seemingly waited for you to read the pamphlet. Sucking in a breath you pulled the pamphlet towards you opening it.

As you read your eyes widened slightly in shock. You briefly looked to Sam who was still occupied with his jacket before looking back down to the paper. “Stanford? Really?” You placed the small pamphlet down. “Sam, this is amazing.” You grinned reaching over to grab his hand.

A look of relief crossed his face as he visibly relaxed. He laughed slightly looking down at the pamphlet. “My teacher thinks it’s possible.” He spoke. “She thinks I have the grades to apply through the college to get a full ride.” You nodded. You couldn’t help but widen the grin on your face at the thought of your brother being smart enough for Stanford. This was huge.

Sam had mentioned his interest in Law and you’d happily listened and encouraged him to read more into it but you’d never expected this. Sam nodded to the pamphlet. “I just need a signature from an adult and I know Dad won’t sign it.”

You inspected the pamphlet again for a moment. “If I sign this you have a shot at Stanford?”

Your younger brother nodded a look of hope in his eyes.

You were quiet for a moment as you considered the information. You knew your Dad would flip if he ever found out about Sam’s hopes for the future, but he would flip even more if he found out that his own daughter and gone behind his back and signed off on something this large.

But at the same time sitting here now seeing your brother's eyes full of hope pulled at your heart. You wanted nothing more than for your brothers to be happy and if going to Stanford was what would make Sam happy then you were not going to stand in his way. You nodded to yourself before looking back to Sam.

This was his way out. His way of getting that normal life you so wanted him to have.

“Of course, I’ll sign it.”

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book-place · 2 years

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Group Costumes

Warnings: slight cursing, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Dean Winchester x sister reader, Sam Winchester x sister reader

*not my gif*

Summary: When Sam and Dean bring you to a costume store, they wish they knew what was to come

A/N: Halloween event 🎃

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

Dean let out a whoop of joy as he entered the store with you balanced- laughing- on his shoulders with Sam close behind, wearing a grin as he looked at his siblings.

“Here we are, n/n!” Dean announced proudly with the hand not holding you, on his hip, “Welcome to the wonderful world of a costume shop!”

Your mouth dropped in awe as you looked around the store with wide eyes, the amount of Halloween things in there almost broke your five year old mind.

“Remember when I used to take you here, Sammy?” Dean asked, eyes alight with memories.

The man snorted, “Yeah, you used to swipe us the best looking costumes and bolt before we could get caught.”

“Damn right I did!” He stated proudly, reaching up and tickling your stomach.

You giggled, wobbling a little bit from where you were perched, and he gently set you to the ground.

Sam bent down to your level, “Here, n/n, go pick out a costume you want to try out.”

He stood back up straight and smiled at your giddly retreating form, running down the closest aisle to find the one you wanted.

“I’m glad we brought her to do this,” He said to his brother softly, “It’ll be good for her to have some normal memories as a kid.”

Dean hummed in return, knowing he had been thinking that exact same things all those years ago when he would bring Sam.

“Sammy! Dean! Here! Here!” Your voice lured them down an aisle a couple feet away, to where you were proudly holding not one- but three costumes in your small arms.

Dean raised an eyebrow, “You know you can only wear one at a time, right?”

A grin broke out onto your face, “For all of us!” You exclaimed excitedly.

The brothers froze, slowly looking up at the sign above the shelves that read, ‘Group Costumes’.

“Us?” Dean choked out before coughing a little bit, “I don’t think we should-“ He cut himself off as he watched your eyes grow wide and full of tears at his words, and he sighed, “Fine, fine, we’ll try them on.”

You cheered in return, ushering your older siblings to the dressing rooms, handing them the costumes you had dubbed good for them, before scurrying into your own room.

“Really, n/n?” Sam asked hesitantly between the walls when he saw what you had handed him.

“Yes.” You snapped back, leaving no room for argument.

He sighed, giving in, and began putting the costume on.

Once you had confirmed that your brothers had done what you asked, you began counting down for the big reveal, having to start over a couple times because of how much you were giggling.

“Three…two…one… now!” You finally managed to get out, flinging the curtain back as your brothers did the same.

You jumped out excitedly in a dramatic fashion with a large grin upon your face, watching as your brothers hesitantly stepped out.

Both of their faces were burning red as they glanced at one another, not even having the energy to laugh at the other’s humiliation.

The three of you looked in the hallway mirror to come face to face with the sight of you standing proudly with your hands on your hips, a Batman costume on your small form.

Beside you, Sam wore a Batgirl costume, and Dean a Robin one.

“What is this, n/n?” To say Dean was horrified would be an understatement.

“Our costumes!” You stated with joy.

“But… why is mine a girl?” Sam asked hesitantly, toying with the plastic accessory belt that sat around his waist.

A dramatic sigh left your lips, “It was the only one in your size, Sammy!”

Dean scoffed, “Consider yourself lucky. At least you aren’t in a tight leotard.”

It’s true, the outfit was a bit small, but nothing else would have fit the man, and you thought he made a very good Robin.

You squealed in joy, jumping up and down, “I can’t wait to show Uncle Cas!” You cheered.

Their faces dropped even more, “You mean… you actually want us to wear these?” Dean squeaked out.

You rolled your eyes at your brother's stupidity, “How else will we go trick or treating with them, silly?”

He gulped, looking down at his outfit once more.

“N/n…” Sam started slowly, “We can’t wear these out in public. You know that, right?”

Once again, your eyes immediately widened and began to fill to the brim with tears, tugging at your brother's heartstrings against their will.

A reluctant sigh passed through Dean's lips, “Fine… fine… you win, we’ll wear these on Halloween with you.”

The smile on your face at least made them feel slightly better about this whole thing, but they knew that none of their friends would ever let them live this down once they saw them.

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bingbongsupremacy · 1 month

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Bullies

Pairing: Brother Dean and Brother Sam x Platonic!younger sister reader

Warnings: Very cringe and short. I wrote this when I was in middle school. Originally from Wattpad.

Summary: Your older brothers come to your rescue when they discover you've been dealing with bullies.

*Not Proof Read* Supernatural

******

Girl Reader's P.O.V.

" Look who it is, the girl with no friends. What's her name again? Winpester or something? " Lucinda Mills, one of the meanest people on earth snickers with her friends as I walk past her.

I keep my head down, hoping she'll leave me alone. I've only been here a few days, but she decided to make my life miserable. Dad and the boys have been trying to track down a nest in the local area, but they're having a tough time finding it. The longer they take trying to find where the nest is, the longer I have to stay here at this school. I don't want to be here any longer.

I'm all alone in this new school. I haven't made any friends, not that I'd be able to keep in contact with them if I did. We move around way too much for me to be able to keep friends for long.

Sammy's in the high school that's a few blocks away and Dean doesn't go to school anymore, so I'm all alone in this middle school. I wish I was older and able to go to school with Sammy or help hunt with Dean and Dad. I just have to get through this day.

" Hey, Winwhatever, come here. " Lucinda orders.

I try walking away and pretending I didn't hear Lucinda, but she walks up behind me and yanks my arm back.

" Look at me when I'm talking to you! If I tell you to do something, do it! " Lucinda yells, attracting unwanted attention.

I blush ferociously and look down at my feet. It's the end of school. I've had a long day, all I want to do is go to the motel and hang out with Sammy and Dean. " What do you want? " I ask nervously.

" Look at me. "

I hesitantly look up at Lucinda.

"Oops. " Lucinda ' accidentally ' bumps very hard into me. I lose my balance since I'm on the school curb and drop my binder onto the ground. My study flashcards fall to the ground and land in a muddy puddle. All the loose papers I had in my hands started blowing away in the small gusts of wind. " Pick everything up. Now. " Lucinda leans back on her heels and folds her arms as she nods for me to pick up all my dropped papers.

I nod stiffly and rush to pick up all my spilled work. I grab everything, but mostly all of my papers and flashcards are either sopping wet or crinkled.

" Looks like she obeys, that's good. Hmm, I like your jacket. " Lucinda says as I walk back to her. She pulls at the black jacket that Dean gave me earlier this week. " Give it to me. "

This entire time I've been silent and doing everything Lucinda says. I don't want to give up my jacket! No! " N-no. " I say sternly but shakily. I won't let her have my jacket.

" What was that you little pest? Did you say no to me? Did I hear that right, girls? " Lucinda asks her squad.

" Ooh, you heard that right, Luc. This brat doesn't want to listen. " Makenzie shakes her head at me.

" I thought I did. " Lucinda moves towards me. " I said, give me your jacket! " She orders.

" N-no! " I shake my head. " No. You can't have this jacket. No. " I stubbornly look up at Lucinda.

" Fine. I guess I'll have to take it then. " Lucinda pushes me back and I fall onto the hard, wet concrete. She rips my binder out of my hands and tosses it to the side. Her friends hold me down as she tears my jacket away from me. She picks my binder up again and drops it onto my lap. Her friends abandon me and stand back. While holding me down, they also messed up my hair and smeared mud onto my neck and face. I look terrible. I feel terrible. I just want to go home.

" You see what happens when you don't listen? Next time, it will be much much worse. " Lucinda warns as she looks at my jacket. She pulls a piece of leaf off the sleeve and tosses it to the ground. She puts on my jacket and turns around to show off to her friends. " Doesn't it look way better on me? Oh, I can't bear to see such good clothing wasted on losers like Y/n "

I wipe a stray tear that falls down my cheek. Why does this have to happen to me?

She glares down at me, a cruel smirk growing on her face. " Don't cry, you big baby. " She looks down at my binder. There's a stack of papers that are stapled together in the front pocket. " What do you have right here? Your paper is done? Wow, " Lucinda snatches my school paper on baseball player, Toni Stone, and flips through the pages. " you got that done fast. Hmm, I like it. I think I'll take it from you. " Lucinda starts ripping up my paper painfully slow. It was handwritten because I worked on it during study time and lunch...I was going to go home and transfer it to my computer...now I have to do it all over again! Lucinda drops the large pieces of my paper onto the ground. " Oops. What a shame. Such hard work...oh well. " Lucinda smirks.

" Hey! You! " My head snaps around when I hear Sam yell. Same never yells. He's usually the calm brother.

I see Lucinda's eyes widen. Her friends start mumbling about how cute my brothers are as they angrily walk towards us from across the street where Dad's Impala is parked.

" What do you think you're doing? " Dean asks Lucinda with a dark glare as the boys get closer.

" Um, nothing. Who are you? " Lucinda asks.

" It doesn't look like nothing. It looks like you're bullying my little sister. " Sam wraps an arm around my shoulders after helping me up.

" Y-you're related to Y/n? " Lucinda asks. Her eyes are glued to Sam.

I raise an eyebrow and shove my hands into my pockets because they're cold.

" Yeah. " Dean says in a ' duh ' tone. " She's our sister, as Sam said like three seconds ago, kid. Now, we've been here a few minutes, and we've seen what you've been doing. Let me tell you this, I don't like it. You don't get to mess with innocent little girls and get away with it, you hear me? " Dean spits.

" Um, we were just messing around? " Lucinda asks more than says.

" Were you? Really? Because messing around doesn't look like you shoving down Y/n, having your goons hold her down, and then ripping off her jacket. No. You were harassing and hurting our little sister. " Dean turns to Sam. " Now, I'm not tripping, right? This punk was messing with Y/n, right? "

" Yes, she was. " Sam nods in agreement.

" Y/n, what's this kid's name? Huh? " Dean asks while looking down at her threateningly.

" Lucinda. " I reply quietly.

" Okay, Lukillma or whatever, pick up the papers you so ruthlessly dropped. " Sam gestures to my torn-apart paper lying on the ground.

" W-what? " Lucinda asks.

" Pick up the papers. I mean, since you were the one who threw them on the ground, it's only reasonable that you pick them up. " Sammy replies innocently.

Lucinda looks like she's about to protest but she listens and embarrassedly picks up my torn-up paper.

" Now give it to me, please. Lukarmakiller. " Dean holds out his hand for the papers.

" Um, okay? " Lucinda hands the papers over to Dean.

" Look here kid, I don't want you messing with my sister, or taking any of her things ever again. If I find out you're giving Y/n any trouble, any trouble at all, even bumping into her on accident, I will turn your life into a living nightmare. Okay? You got that? That goes for all, " Dean gestures to every kid in the courtyard as he speaks. " of you. Every last one of you. I don't care if you accidentally drop one of Y/n's pencils, I will make your life terrible. Sammy, " Dean pats Sam's shoulder. " and I will make your life terrible. You got that? "

No one moves or speaks.

" Do you understand?! " Dean asks louder.

Mumbles, stiff, 'yes's' come from all of the kids.

" Good, now, I see you still have Y/n's jacket. " Sam says while eyeing my jacket that's still on Lucinda.

" H-here. " Lucinda tries to quickly take off the jacket but Dean stops her.

" No, we'll get N/N a new one. We don't want her catching anything from...what's your name again? Lucrazima? Lunightmare? Whatever, well, we don't want Y/n catching fleas or rabies or something. " Dean shakes his head.

Sam rolls his eyes. " You get rabies from a bite, not from sharing a jacket. " Sam points out.

" You know what I mean. Who knows what these kids carry around with them these days? " Dean points at Lucinda who blushes again. " We don't want Y/n to catch anything that could hurt her. Now, we've spent enough time here. Let's get going kids. "

I blush at my brothers' words.

" Yeah, c'mon Y/n. " Sam keeps his arm around my shoulder as he walks with me towards the Impala. Dean tosses my backpack and binder into the back of the Impala.

I look out the window after bucking up. All the kids are watching us, waiting to see what happens. Lucinda is dying in embarrassment.

" Why didn't you tell us that brat was messing with you? " Sam asks.

I shrug.

" Don't shut us out now, Y/n. That isn't how this is going to work. No. You need to tell us whenever those punks mess with you. Every time. We will make whoever hurts you, pay. I promise. " Dean glances back at me in the rearview mirror.

" I didn't want to...to bug you guys. You're busy looking for that nest, and I didn't want to bring you into my school problems. It was no big deal, I-I was doing fine by myself with those kids. " I mumble. I've always been a shy and quiet girl. I tend to be shyer and quieter when I get in trouble though.

" Look, you're not in trouble, kiddo. You just...I want you to tell us when kids are messing with you. That's not okay. Your problems are our problems. When one Winchester is messed with, all Winchesters are messed with. " Dean parks outside of a gas station/restaurant. " Will you tell us the next time someone's hurting you? Please? "

" Yeah..." I nod without looking away from my hands.

" Look me in the eyes and promise, Y/n. " Sam turns to me as he talks.

I sigh and look up at my brother. " Fine. I promise, Sam. I promise Dean. "

" Good. I love you, N/N. " Sam smiles.

" I love you guys too. " I smile. It's nice to see that the boys stood up for me. They didn't stand by and watch as I got bullied. They stood up for me even though I didn't ask them.

I love my brothers, and I don't know what I would do without them.

" Who wants some pie? "

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Those Christmas Lights (light up the street)

Dean Winchester x child!reader

Summary: It’s Jack’s first Christmas, you want to get Dean a special present, and Cas makes terrible eggnog

Warnings: 13+, slight kidnapping, slight throwing up, not edited yet

Word Count: 8,5k

A/N: this is my way of wishing you all a very merry Christmas! whether you’re celebrating today, tomorrow, or in January (or any other day) - merry christmas and also a happy new year!

It was on a Sunday when you decided that you wanted to celebrate Christmas this year. You were looking through some old boxes, when you came across an ornament you made with Ellen and Jo back when you lived at the Roadhouse.

It was a colorful star folded out of red and yellow colored paper. It spun back and forth on a golden thread as you held it up.

When you were still celebrating, before you moved into the bunker with Sam and Dean, and all the holidays kind of faded into the background. You looked at the slightly crumpled star. Maybe it was time to revive some traditions.

As you entered the kitchen, you were greeted by the smell of fried bacon and eggs and the sight of the Winchester brothers, who seemed to have been awake a little longer. Or hadn't slept at all.

The equivalent of blooming life as Dean, seated on the table, stared into his half-filled cup as if the black coffee in it would give him back his lost sleep. Sam was standing by the sink, scrubbing a clean plate in circular motions - and had been for several minutes.

It seemed like yesterday's hunt had demanded a lot from both of them. You cautiously entered the kitchen and waited for them to notice you. But both seemed caught up in their own tired thoughts, which is why you cleared your throat to draw attention to yourself. Sam's head shot up while Dean only slowly turned his in the bare minimum to signal that he knew you were here.

"I was thinking," you began, and Dean snorted into his cup as he lifted it to his lips. "That doesn't sound good."

You ignored him and continued talking undeterred. "I think we should celebrate Christmas this year."

Sam stopped in his bid to wash the plate and eyed you. "Christmas?" he asked and you nodded. "Yes, exactly."

"What makes you think of that now?" Dean's sleepy-sluggish voice came from the kitchen table.

"First of all, I think we need a break," you explained as you sat down across from Dean at the kitchen table. "And second, that would be Jack's first Christmas. He would experience something other than the torment that the world has to bring, but more - joy and warmth. I think we owe him that.”

Dean frowned. "First of all," he said, sort of mocking you, and raising his index finger, "we don't need a break. We're fine.”

You shot him a look. "If Sam keeps scrubbing that plate over there, it's going to have a hole in it eventually."

The dishes rattled as Sam put his plate on the pile next to the sink.

"And second, Jack has it great with us," Dean continued, ignoring your comment.

"Mm-hm, sure," you said in a sarcastic tone. "I'm sure the end of the world and the inheritance of Lucifer was nothing short of a dream from a first year of life."

Dean just shrugged and took another sip from his cup.

"I'm not even talking about a big Christmas," you tried to argue further, "It doesn't have to involve gifts, or Elf on the Shelf, or anything like that. Just some decorations, and a tree, and maybe some nice food. That's it."

You gave both of them pleading looks, but a little more to Sam because he was always a bit easier to convince for such things than your father.

Sam cleared his throat and reached for the next plate to clean it. "I mean, the idea doesn't sound that bad," he said, and a smile spread across your lips.

But Dean's head was spinning so fast you thought he was going to snap his neck.

“That’s coming from you?”, he asked incredulously, "what happened to your whole 'I hate holidays of any kind' attitude?"

Sam shrugged and looked down at his dishes like it was the most interesting thing in the world. "Y/N is right. We could probably use a break. And treat Jack to something that doesn't put him in danger or involve hunting something? Doesn't sound so bad."

Dean looked at his brother like he just told him he fucked an archangel. He narrowed his eyes hard once, then slowly turned back to you and took another sip of his coffee. "Then the verdict was well passed," he murmured dramatically.

You smiled and banged your flat hands on the table in excitement. "Thank you!" you said happily and jumped up. "I'll tell Jack." And with that you were out of the kitchen again.

Dean waited until he was sure you were out of earshot, then turned to Sam. "Not a bad idea? What happened to you?”

Sam ignored his brother and began to put the plates back in the shelves. In the process, he had to move some misplaced cups and bowls out of the way. Apparently Castiel had cleared out the dishwasher again.

"We've got two kids here now, Dean," Sam said. "Although one of them looks more like a twenty-two year-old, but still." He closed the cabinet doors and made his way out of the kitchen.

"Don't ruin the Christmas spirit, Dean!" he called out.

"The Christmas spi- Since when are you interested in Christmas?" Dean was outraged, but Sam couldn't - or didn't want to - hear him anymore.

—

Dean Winchester was a complicated man about a lot of things. Feelings, interpersonal relationships, trust, feelings. But he was definitely simple in one thing: his interests.

In your opinion, Dean Winchester could be described as a nerd, even if you would never tell him that to his face. That was a realization you made to yourself at one point and one that you would keep to yourself.

But this realization made it easy for you to choose a gift for him. Yes, you said no presents this Christmas, but that wasn't a rule, more a persuasion tactic to get Sam and Dean to celebrate it with you.

But secretly you knew exactly what you would get Dean. And you knew where to get it, too, but you'd have to sneak away from the watchful eyes of your family first. Under a good pretext, of course. And you actually already had it.

With a small cloth bag on your shoulder, for money and later the gift you would come back with, you entered the Crows Nest, where Dean and Cas sat bent over a piece of paper - actually, Cas stood - and were discussing something.

Dean looked up when he saw you coming and eyed the bag with suspicion. "Where are you going?"

You stopped just short of the stairs up. "Buy a Christmas tree," you lied, "I figured better late than never."

A few days had passed since you had had the conversation with Sam and Dean in the kitchen, and the subject of Christmas hadn't been explicitly brought up since.

The bunker still had its old, undecorated glory (if you could call it that) and from the looks of it, Dean was already keeping his eyes out for a new hunt.

You could tell from the brief, confused look that flitted across his face when you said the words "Christmas" and "tree" to him, but he skilfully covered it up with a clearing of his throat.

"That's right, there was something," he said and you raised your eyebrows. Just as you were about to go up the stairs, you heard Dean's voice say, "Take Jack with you."

You stopped abruptly and slowly turned in the direction of your father, who was looking up at you together with the angel.

"Jack?" you repeated questioningly. "Why that?"

Not that you had a problem with that, no, no. But the thing is, you wanted to buy a secret gift for Dean, and Jack, well. He wasn't very good with secrets. Not even on purpose. But the ability to distinguish relevant information to be released from information that should be kept private was sometimes difficult for him.

Dean leaned back in his chair. "Well, you said that one of the reasons that you suddenly went all Whoville was because you wanted to show Jack the good side of life. So take him with you. Buy a Christmas tree.”

Cas next to him nodded. "I think that sounds like a very good idea too."

Dean pointed to Cas behind him and made a face that clearly said ‘See?’.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and protest as you reluctantly tramped back down the stairs and set off in search of the Nephilim.

When the heavy door of the bunker closed again a few minutes later behind the two of you, Cas turned a little critically to Dean and asked: "What did you mean when you talked about Christmas?"

"Huh?" Dean only looked up briefly from the spell they had been eyeing before he understood Cas' question and gave his attention back to the piece of paper.

“Ah yes, Y/N got it in their head that we really need to celebrate Christmas this year. Something about we need a break and Jack needs to get to know the good things in life. That whole crap.” He waved it off and read an ingredient out loud. "Lamprocapnos spectabilis. What's that supposed to mean? If witches write stuff like that, then please do it in a way that I don't need a doctor's degree to understand all of it!"

"But if today is Christmas Eve," Cas continued, without paying much attention to Dean's tantrum, "Why do you not see that anywhere here?" He looked around. "Excuse my bluntness, but I think it looks as barren as ever."

Dean put his head in his hands and stifled a groan. "That's because nobody has hung anything up yet, Cas," he growled to the angel.

Ca's frown deepened. "But why? If Y/N wishes-"

"I don't know if you've noticed, Cas, but we've been a little busy kicking the devil's ass back to hell lately, so sorry if I don't put myself in white and red dress-up and hop around shouting Ho-Ho-Ho!”

Castiel rolled his shoulders back and cocked his chin. His eyes sparkled angrily. "Dean,” he said, “Your child has never asked for anything before. Only ever did what you wanted to keep you satisfied. I think you can grant them this one wish.”

Dean wanted to say something, but Cas had already turned away and headed for the library. "Now if you'll excuse me, I will go find Sam and look for something to decorate with him. So we can celebrate Christmas.”

And with that he was gone, leaving Dean alone in the Crows Nest, parchment still on the table and head thrown back in annoyance.

—

While the adults stayed back in the bunker, you and Jack had taken it upon yourselves to pick a fitting Christmas tree. You had taken the Impala to a nearby village, which’s advertisement told you that you would find some here.

Now you were following the written signs, Jack trailing slightly behind you.

“What are we even looking for in a Christmas tree?” Jack suddenly asked and you shrugged.

“Well, nothing specific, really. Just a tall pine tree, which we will put in the bunker and then we’ll decorate it with some ornaments, tinsel, and maybe candy canes.”

“What are those?”

“What are what?”

“Candy canes. What are those?”

You stopped dead in your tracks and turned to Jack with a look of disbelief on your face. “You don’t- you don’t know what candy canes are?” You asked.

Jack frowned. “No,” he said.

“But you know about punch, right?” You asked. “And candied apples? And roasted almonds?”

Jack’s frown deepened and turned into a thinking pout. “No, I don’t.”

You couldn’t believe it. Jack Kline, the nephilim, the most powerful being in this universe, was standing in front of you and telling you he didn’t know the most important elements of a successful Christmas time.

Then again, his multi-dimensional knowledge maybe didn’t apply to the nostalgic beings of life.

Curtly, you took Jack’s hand and began pulling him after you. “Well then it’s about time I introduce you.”

“And what about the Christmas tree?” Jack asked. “I think they’ll survive if it reaches the bunker a few hours later,” you calmed him down. And with that, you took course towards a constellation of small huts, with crowds of people standing around and chattering, an excited Jack Kline in tow.

—

Annoyed and yet willing - as you know him - Dean Winchester stood on a long ladder and tied a few loose fir branches to the banister with some wool, which Sam hung with small bells.

It had taken a few hours, and yet they had made it.

“Wow Sam, the decoration we found in your room was indeed enough,” Castiel praised as he admired a wreath hanging from the archway.

Sam smiled and tied one last bell in a pine branch. Then he handed it to Dean.

"I still think we should hang up mistletoe," Sam said conspiratorially and Dean almost fell off the ladder.

"No," the older one decided firmly when he'd recovered. "Absolutely not."

When he wasn't looking, Sam mocked him with grimaces. "Alright, Grinch," he murmured under his breath and got an "I heard that!" thrown at him by his older brother.

Sam shook his head nonchalantly, preferring to step back to survey the work they'd done. Glittering garlands with bows hung over the individual exits from the crows nest, and small wreaths could be seen here and there on the doors. The dancing branches that Dean was hanging up were made from found branches and some loose decorations that they had found in Sam's box.

All in all it didn't look too bad. Dean himself was surprised what his little brother had hidden in his room.

“So” The older one finally climbed down from the ladder and looked at his work on the banister. "Not too bad," he stated, and Sam also knew that this would be the highest level of enthusiasm for the decoration that Dean would show them.

"When we're done here," Castiel said, a slight smile curling his lips, "then I would retire to the kitchen for a little while. I still have work to do there." Before either brother could react, he was gone again.

"Hate it when he does that," Dean gruntled, but proceeded to quietly put the ladder away.

—

Some time and many market stalls later, Jack and you were standing around a small, round table, steaming cups of punch set on the wooden surface in front of you.

Children's punch, of course - non-alcoholic. After all, 50% of those present here were not even two years old.

You cautiously took a sip from your mug, Jack was still eyeing his drink suspiciously after burning his tongue from the hot liquid just a moment earlier.

Seeing how effortlessly you drank, he finally dared to take a small sip, and noticing that the punch had cooled further, he took a larger one. You smiled at him as he put the cup down again and licked his lips with relish. His had a little angel printed on it - which you personally thought was very fitting.

"So," you asked, "Did you enjoy the little Christmas tour?" Jack grinned and nodded enthusiastically.

"And these are all Christmas traditions?" he asked and you nodded. "Yep. That and Santa Claus putting presents under the tree for the good kids on Christmas Eve.” you sighed. “But that's just a tale parents tell their little kids. And as you get older, you realize that it was the adults all along and a bit of the magic is gone."

Jack frowned. "So you know that Santa Claus doesn't exist?"

You nodded "Yes."

“Then, why do you want to celebrate Christmas so badly?” Jack asked, curious.

You lowered your gaze and ran your finger along the side of the mug. Suddenly the little reindeer drawn on it seemed incredibly interesting.

“I don’t know,” you said. But that was a lie. And Jack wasn’t stupid, he knew that. But he didn’t say anything, he just tilted his head slightly.

There was a moment of silence between you two.

“It’s just,” you said, “when I was still living at the Roadhouse, Dean would always visit somewhere around Christmas.” You smiled at the memory.

“When Jo first taught me how to fold stars out of paper, I did it all the time, for everyone. And a second time. And when Dad came by, I made him the most stars out of all. I knew he was always on the road, so I wanted to give him as many things as possible to remember me by. So he wouldn’t forget about me.”

You did your best to swallow the lump that had formed in your throat. “I made him the stars every year. Even if he stopped to come by at some point."

There was that silence again, only this time Jack clearly noticed your dejection and did what he had always seen Cas do when Dean wasn't feeling well.

He reached forward and gently placed his hand on yours. You gave him a grateful smile and he returned it.

Then suddenly, you sniffled once and brushed some loose hair away from your face. "But whatever. Christmas is just my favorite holiday in general.” You took a deep breath, making your shoulders rise and fall, and closed your eyes. “Just the warmth of a nicely decorated house or a nice punch when it's cold outside. There’s something about it."

Jack simply agreed with you on that. He couldn't confirm it himself, so he just trusted you on that point.

You quickly downed the last of your punch and encouraged Jack to do the same. "Come on, drink up. We still have to go somewhere."

Jack did as ordered and you brought back the two cups and received the deposit.

"Let's get a Christmas tree now?" Jack asked excitedly, but you shook your head. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I have to get something else first."

"What then?" He asked.

"My present for my Dad."

"But you said no gifts?"

"It wasn't a rule, it was a necessary evil. But-” You pulled out your phone to double-check the exact address of the store. "I found something really great for him."

"What is it?" Jack sounded almost as excited as you felt, and that excitement was the reason you told him. "You know how much Dean loves Batman, right? And cars?" Jack nodded.

"Well, I scoured my friend, the good old internet, and found someone selling a miniature Batmobile!" You told him giddily.

Jack looked confused and it only struck you now that he probably didn't even know what the Batmobile was.

"It’s the car Batman drives." You explained. "Aaah," Jack went, and you could practically see the realization forming on his face as his eyes widened and his mouth opened in amazement.

“And why only a mini version?” he asked further. "Is that a toy car?"

Ouch. Would Dean have heard that now. "No Jack, it's not a toy car" you told him clearly. "It's a collector's item."

“Why would you want to collect small cars?”

You sighed loudly. "I don't know Jack, ask any man over thirty-five."

Jack was about to ask something else, but to your rescue, the small alarm sounded on your cell phone, signaling that you had reached your destination. You stopped and eyed the shop.

It was relatively small, and surrounded by other bright shops, decorated all around with Christmas decorations, it also looked a bit deserted. Miller's Antiques was written in large letters on a sign above the front door. You exchanged a look with Jack. He seemed just as skeptical.

"Well, it won't be that bad," you said, not sure if you were trying to encourage Jack or yourself.

A small bell rang as you opened the door inward.

Jack always stayed behind you, as you entered the small building. It was actually a bit gloomy in here, the shelves, some filled to the ceiling with objects, seemed to keep all the sunlight from falling in. The only source of unnatural light was a shadeless lightbulb suspended in the middle of the room.

"Hello?" You asked into the silence, but there was no answer.

That's how every horror movie starts, you thought, and an uneasy feeling crept in. But no, now you had come so far, you would still manage these last few meters. Just give him the money, take the car, done. And then get out of here as soon as possible.

At the other end of the room was a counter. You and Jack approached it and you tentatively rang the little bell that stood there.

A moment passed, then another, until a slightly older man appeared from behind a curtain that apparently led to the warehouse, and stood at the counter.

"Can I help?" he asked, in a high yet raspy voice. Maybe a smoker, you thought. Or a Broadway singer with severely strained vocal cords.

"My name is Winchester, Y/N," you replied. "We emailed?" He seemed to think for a moment. "Ah yes, of course, Winchester," he finally recalled. "About the car, right?"

"Yes, exactly."

The lanky man leaned to the side a little and eyed Jack up and down with suspicion. "And who is this?"

Before you could reply, Jack had taken a step forward and raised his hand in greeting. "Hello," he said, "my name is Jack Kline. It's nice to meet you."

"He's a family friend," you added as the shop owner raised his eyebrow. "I see," he then murmured, turning back to you.

"You have the money with you?" You rummaged in your bag and held the wallet in front of his eyes.

"Good, good," he said, taking the curtain in his hand. "Then come with me. I put that somewhere back here."

Absolutely not. "Actually that's okay, we'll just wait here until you come back."

The man grinned. “Don't worry. I do not bite." You couldn't see Jack smiling behind you, and just as you were about to protest further, the boy squeezed past you with a "You're right" and followed the man behind the curtain.

You clenched your jaw. You really needed to give this guy some kidnapping avoidance tutoring. Nevertheless, especially because you no longer had a choice, you also stepped forward into the darkened room.

"Jack?" you asked. "Mr Miller?"

But no answer came.

Worried, you went to search the room when you felt something hurt terribly on the back of your head, and at the same moment everything went black.

—

In the meantime in the Bunker, there was a festive Christmas smell coming from the kitchen. Dean dismissed the smell somewhat suspiciously, because "After all, it's Cas," he had told Sam. "He doesn’t eat, how is he supposed to cook something?"

Also, the fact that he had been in there for a while made Dean a little uncomfortable. Not that he broke anything. Or would char. Not in his kitchen.

Hopefully he didn't misclassify the knives. As much as Dean loved him, he wouldn't forgive that.

When Cas then finally entered the library, he carried a wooden tray in front of him. On it were several glasses with a yellow-creamy liquid in them.

Sam and Dean raised their gazes and looked surprised first to the drinks, and then to Cas. "What do you have there, Cas?" Sam asked, trying to peer into the glasses.

"Glad you asked," Castiel said. "This is Egg Nog. I've heard it's a Christmas tradition among humans, so I thought I'd up the ante on the Christmas cheer."

He held out the tray to the two of them. "Try it."

The brothers each grabbed a glass from the tray and took a long gulp of the Christmas drink. Dean's eyes clenched and widened again and Sam's eyebrows shot up. As they put the glasses back down, Castiel asked, "How is it?"

"Mm-hm," Dean said, mouth still full, thumbs up. Sam did the same.

Castiel smiled contentedly. "Well then. I'll put the rest aside so we have enough supplies. And also for Y/N and Jack when they come back.” With that, he turned around and disappeared from the library again towards the kitchen with his tray in hand.

The moment he was out of sight, Dean pulled the closest plant to him and spat the contents out of his mouth into the pot, Sam did the same with his glass.

Dean wiped his mouth. "I have the feeling that Cas read a bottle and a half instead of a cup and a half of rum," he said in disgust.

Sam looked over at him. "Isn't that like a normal dose for you?"

Dean looked at the glass as if it had just bitten his finger. "Not all at once, no," he replied. "But we don't have to tell Cas that." With that, he poured the remaining contents of the glass into the plant pot and turned back to his laptop and the show he was watching.

Zoe was about to break up with Wade and Cas' performance had interrupted the dramatic moment. That was also something he wouldn't tell him.

He had just resumed the series, when Sam felt like he had to interrupt him.

"Tell me, did you get Y/N's gift yet?" he asked. Annoyed, Dean pressed the pause button again and pulled his headphones out of his ears.

"What now?"

"Y/N's present," Sam repeated. "You know, wrapped in colored paper, with a bow-"

"I know what a present is," Dean interrupted abruptly. "But why should I have gotten one for Y/N? They specifically said no gifts.”

Sam sighed. "Dean," he began. Sometimes he thought his brother was a lost cause in this area. "Y/N is your child. And regardless of whether they have a no-gift rule or not, it would be right to give them something anyway. Especially after what has happened the last few years.”

"What's happened in the last few years," Dean grumbled lowly. "I don't even know what to get them!" he followed behind, already a little desperate. Sam had made him nervous.

But the younger one just shrugged. "Neither do I. You probably know them best of all of us.”

That ended the conversation for Sam. And he left behind, sitting opposite him, a thinking Dean Winchester, who still had to find a Christmas present from somewhere. And at best, before you came back, which, unfortunately for him, wouldn't be a very long time. After all, how much time would buying a Christmas tree take?

—

When you woke up, at first you thought you were still unconscious. It took your eyes a while to adjust to the darkness around you and to work with what little light came through a dirty little window.

Slowly but surely, individual silhouettes stood out from the darkness and you recognized furniture, walls, pillars. Now that you thought about it, this looked like a basement. The pillars to support a house and all the junk that was just dumped here because it wasn't needed anymore.

With the realization, a throbbing pain in the back of your head set in. You wanted to raise your hand to grab the spot, but you couldn't. With a groan of frustration, you realized that your hands were tied with ropes around one of the pillars, and it felt pretty tight. Great. At least you were tied so you could sit down.

"Jack?" you asked into the silence, having an odd déjà-vu. Then it popped into your head. The antique shop. Your dad's gift. And the shady man that Jack had so willingly followed behind the curtain.

"Y/N?" came a hesitant voice, and your heart lifted. "Thank the gods you're fine," you sighed.

You still didn't know who this man was or what he wanted exactly. But if he tied you and Jack here together, then maybe he didn't even know he was a Nephilim.

Was it your last name? Did he have a grudge against the Winchesters? Or thought he could lure Sam and Dean out by capturing you? Or Cas with Jack?

Wouldn't be the first time.

The pounding in the back of your head slowly diminished. The blow didn't seem to have been too hard. Which meant you probably hadn't been unconscious for very long either. And yet you thought about it.

"Well, hello!" suddenly sounded a voice. A high, yet scratchy one. Either a smoker or a former Broadway star. The voice of the man who locked you in here.

"Miller," you spat. He stopped in front of you and grinned down at you. Only now did you notice that he held a pistol in his right hand. Swell.

"Good morning sunshine!" he chirped. "Sleep well?" He didn't wait for an answer from you, just kept talking. "I apologize for the inconvenience, please understand, we are not a star hotel here, but I made the best of it."

You clenched your jaw and gave him murderous looks.

"Who are you? Why are you doing all this?” Jack called from behind you and you tried to put your hand on his to signal 'shut up'. But it was too late. Miller's attention shifted to Jack until he was standing in front of him as well.

"Why am I doing this?" he repeated, still grinning. "Why, for the money of course!" That's when he licked his lips and looked back at you angrily.

“And most people are so totally fine with getting their pieces delivered. By post. You tell them you have something that they want, one of Britney Spears’ gel nails, the scarf that Niki Lauda wore at his first race …” He trailed off. You made a face. “And the bottom line is: I get the money, but these people never get their product. That's the way it works."

He lazily pointed his gun towards you.

"But no, not you," he continued scornfully. "You wanted to come by personally. Get a Batmobile collectible.” He cracked a dirty laugh. “So I had to improvise! That is why, both of you, are sitting here, tied up." He shrugged his shoulders. "It wasn't my first option, but I had to think fast."

You were confused. What the guy said made some sense, but only if one piece of the puzzle in your story was wrong.

"The money? internet fraud? What-" you cut yourself off as you came to a realization. “Wait, are you- human?”

Now it was Miller's turn to be confused. "Uh yeah? And newsflash, you are too?”

"So, you're no demon?" You continued to ask. "Shapeshifter, vampire, anything?"

"No, I- what the hell are you even talking about?" He looked at Jack as if he had all the answers ready for him.

"Ugh," you groaned, banging your head against the pillar behind you. Which in hindsight probably wasn't such a smart idea, because now it was hurting again.

"You're telling me we got overrun by some common white guy?" Embarrassing. If your dad found out! Holy hell.

But Miller seemed duly indignant at your report. "Well, I beg you pardon," he said. "I think I did pretty well for a beginner." He shrugged.

"Now that I think about it, it's actually kind of a shame. I've grown fond of you two. Especially you, cowboy.” He pointed the pistol at Jack.

"You seem so easy."

"And now?" Jack asked, with as much contempt in his voice as he could muster. "Are you going to kill us?"

Miller's eyes widened in mock horror. "Kill you?" he asked. "Oh no, no, no. I'm not a murderer. And it's Christmas.” He smiled, and you didn't like it at all.

"No, you just stay here. For a while. A couple of days. Nobody ever comes down into this cellar. And if you starve to death, well.” He sighed in faked wistfulness. "Then I call that a very tragic end to two young lives."

"That's a lot worse than just shooting us," you pointed out and the man rolled his eyes. "Teens and their smartasses," he murmured.

"Well then," he said, stamping his foot briefly. "I'm getting back to work. You two, have a good time down here. And don't even try yelling, the doors are pretty thick.” He waved goodbye before turning and heading up the stairs. "Until then!"

You wriggled indignantly in your bonds. "Good, then leave us here!" You yelled after him. "But if the ghosts of Christmas past, present, and future come to take you, I will not save you, Mr Scrooge!"

The thunder of the heavy steel door signaled his absence and you slumped back into your still position.

"Mr Scrooge?" You grimaced. "That was the best I could do?"

"Y/N," Jack's voice came from across the pillar. "How do we get out of here?"

You thought.The adults didn't have a clue where you were, and due to the defensive sigils on your ribs and Jack's powers, Castiel couldn't track you.

Jack's Powers!

"Jack, you have to break these bonds!" you begged him.

It was quiet for a moment. "I- I don't know how." Jack's voice sounded small and scared from the other side, and you felt almost bad for pressuring him like that.

"I know it scares you, Jack," you coaxed him. “But we won't get out of here otherwise. I didn't take any of my knives, I wasn't prepared for that. Our dads don't know where we are. You're the only one who can save us and get us home, Jack. Please."

He still hesitated. "I believe in you," you continued to encourage him. “You can do this. Call it a Christmas miracle. It will work and you won't hurt me."

You felt your hands getting warmer. But it wasn't warmth, like from a flame or a fireplace, no, it was pure energy. Pure and pulsating, it emanated from Jack's hands and in the next instant, the bonds were loose.

You jumped up to help Jack up too, only to feel the consequences as your head started pounding again.

"See?" you smiled at him. "Christmas Miracle." A small, proud smile played on Jack's lips as well as he looked at his hands.

A loud bang sounded moments later as the heavy door was thrown off its hinges. You clambered over it, and followed a few more spiraling stairs up to the back room where Miller knocked you down earlier.

Carefully, you and Jack crept between the stuffed shelves until you reached the black curtain again and slowly pushed it a bit aside.

Almost immediately in front of you, Miller was standing, with his back to you, engrossed in his laptop. Jack took a quick step forward and placed his palm on the back of the man's head, and the next moment he fell unconscious to the ground.

"He's just-" "Unconscious," Jack assured you, taking your hand. "Come on, we have to get out of here."

"One moment." You bent down and grabbed Miller's ankles. "We have to do something first. Help me."

Jack grabbed the man under his arms and you both carried him out of the small shop. The bell jingled as the door opened and closed again.

—

In the meantime. several hours had passed. Which was more hours than Dean would have liked. The sun was already low in the sky, and even if they couldn't see it from the bunker, Dean could guess it. He was about a vanishing ray of sunshine away from jerking open the door and personally looking for Jack and Y/N.

"They’ve been gone too long," he said, for what must have been the thirteenth time, as he paced around the Crows Nest. Sam looked up from his book and to his brother.

"Dean, they're both almost adults. And Jack is the most powerful entity in this universe. I think they’ll manage.”

"Mm-hm," Dean went, and Sam knew he hadn't convinced him. Just like the other twelve times.

Then, as if called upon, they heard the squeak of the heavy front door and a slightly disheveled Jack Kline entered, with an exhausted Y/N Winchester in tow.

Dean was already waiting for you both at the foot of the stairs. "What the hell took you so long? And why didn't either of you answer your phone? We didn't know where you were, something could have happened to you!"

You and Jack ducked your heads and Jack was about to say something when you cut him off. "I'm sorry, Dad," you apologized. "Will not happen again."

Dean's anger seemed to subside a little because his voice sounded calmer and softer when he said it. "I hope so. I was worried."

And even if it was probably a little inappropriate in this situation, you felt a bit warm at his words.

"Uhm guys", Sam asked. "Where is the Christmas tree?"

You and Jack looked at each other in alarm and then back at the adults. Now Dean's eyebrows were raised expectantly, too.

“The Christmas tree?”, you asked, slowly. Sam nodded.

"We got kidnapped," Jack blurted out.

"Excuse me what now?" Dean's eyebrows shot up.

"Yes, Jack," you slowly dragged, turning to the Nephilim. "What?"

"But we took care of it," he added and in his eyes shone pride. “I used my powers. Without hurting anyone."

Cas nodded in appreciation. “That is a very success. I'm proud of you."

Jack's smile almost went in circles if his ears weren't between them, he smiled so hard.

Dean, however, still seemed a little worried. "Are you alright? Did they hurt you?” He reached for your head, but you dodged him. "It's fine, Dad, I promise. Like Jack said. We took care of it."

—

One by one, the lights went out in the sheriff's department. Sheriff Dowers, a slightly stocky woman, was turning off the last of the lights as she prepared to leave her office.

Christmas Eve with the whole family, well that would be something - again. With her mother-in-law, who always complained about how seldom she was at home, or her great-aunt, who had something to criticize about her appearance every time they saw each other.

She shuddered just at the thought. It would take her nerves of steel again to get through this. And lots of mulled wine.

Dowers rubbed her eyes tiredly and was about to lock the door, when she suddenly saw a crouched figure in the darkness. As she got closer, she realized it was a man, probably in his forties, hands tied behind his back on the lantern that stood in front of the police station.

Through the dim light she saw a folded Christmas card tied to the man's bonds. It featured a decorated Christmas tree with gifts and the words "Merry Christmas to you!".

The sheriff opened the card in surprise and hesitated, as she read it: My name is Aaron Miller, owner of Miller's Antiques. I have scammed countless people out of their money online. You can find all of this on my laptop. Best wishes and a Merry Christmas! was written in it.

Sheriff Dowers looked at the man tied up. She had never experienced such a strange arrest. But that was just fine with her. Maybe her Christmas Eve wasn't going to be as torturous as expected after all.

—

After another lecture on safety and self-defense from Dean, you'd retreated to the warmth of your room to get out of your wet, cold, dirty clothes.

You were now dressed in an oversized hoodie and red plaid pajama bottoms. While you were stuffing the dirty things into the laundry basket, there was a soft knock on the door. "Yes?" you answered, and your Dad walked in through the open door.

"Hey," he said. "Hey," you said back.

For a moment neither of you said anything, you just stood there and looked at each other. Then Dean broke the silence.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked. Again.

"Yes I'm fine," you assured him. Again. "I fight monsters on a weekly basis, I think I'll be able to deal with a human kidnapping."

Dean's facial expression changed. "Wait. Are you saying - that was no monster?” he asked.

You shook your head. "Nope."

"You got jumped by a regular guy?"

You threw your arms in the air and Dean chuckled.

"Oh, now all of a sudden you're not worried anymore?"

He put an arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him. "I know there's nothing to worry about because I know you kicked ass."

You grinned up at him. "Indeed we did."

Dean cleared his throat and let go of you. Then he sat on the edge of your bed and patted the seat next to him.

"So," he began when you sat down next to him, "I know you said we don't need any presents this Christmas. But, I figured, after all you've accomplished since you've been with us-' He pulled out a small package, wrapped in brown parchment paper and sealed neatly, and for a moment it occurred to you that probably Sam was the one who had wrapped it.

"Well, I figured you deserved it," Dean finished, handing you the present.

Incredulous, you opened the taped ends to avoid tearing the paper and pulled out what was in it.

"Stockings?" You gave your dad a questioning look.

Dean shrugged. "Yes, so you can hang them over the fireplace next year," he explained. "You know, how you do it at Christmas. I think."

"Next year?" you asked hopefully.

Now he avoided your gaze. "Well, I mean yeah, Christmas is stressful and pretty much unnecessary when you think about it, and we don't have time for-" He stopped himself and took a deep breath. "But maybe if we prepare a little better next time, it could be quite nice. And maybe then with official gifts.”

He smiled at you. You couldn't believe it. and without further ado you threw the stockings on the bed and pulled your dad into a tight hug.

"Thank you," you mumbled in his ear.

“You earned it, kiddo,” he said back. “I’m proud of you.”

You smiled into his flannel shirt. "Your heart has tripled in size. Like the Grinch.”

"Okay, thanks, Merry Christmas to you too," Dean replied in a sarcastic tone and broke the hug.

You were looking at the stockings next to you when you suddenly remembered what had become of your gift, and felt slightly depressed.

"I, um-" You lowered your gaze and fumbled with your fingers. “I actually had the plan to give you something, too. But then there was this thing with-"

At that moment the door was yanked open and both Dean's and your head shot in that direction. But only Jack stood in the doorway, hand raised in greeting. "Hello," he said, taking a step further into your room. The door that had opened so loud rested quietly against the wall. He must have used his powers to open it.

"Y/N, I am bringing you the gift for Dean," he continued, and only now did you register the small package in his hands.

"Wh-" You gaped at Jack in confusion.

He just smiled his innocent smile at you and nodded his head.

"Yes, you almost forgot it in the kitchen."

He placed the object in your hands. 'Thank you', you mouthed in his direction. Jack simply smiled and then courtly left the room again, but not before raising his hand to say goodbye, of course.

You turned to Dean again and, a little awkwardly, put the present in his hands.

You wondered what it could be. It definitely wasn't the car, the package wasn't the right shape for that. It was circular, yet a little flat. It was wrapped with colorful Christmas wrapping paper, and sealed with much, much tape. You smiled to yourself at the thought of Jack, highly focused, doing his best to cover up whatever was in there.

On top of it was a white bow, that Dean sort of brutally ripped off, just as he did the rest of the paper – a total opposite to your careful hand.

As he pulled the item out of the paper, you could almost see his eyes light up as he read the label.

"Howard Coleman's limited-edition Christmas pie—with cinnamon and apples straight from the North Pole!" And now you got it, too. It was the pie that Dean had been eyeing in stores for the past few days, whenever they passed it. All you knew about it was that it seemed to only come out once a year — around Christmas time — and it was supposed to taste like Santa baked it himself with his elves.

You smiled to yourself. How pure Jack was that he remembered it and allowed you to pass it off as your gift.

Dean was still grinning from ear to ear. "Ha-ha! I gotta show this to Sam, we gotta cut him straight!”

With that, he jumped up and planted a loving kiss on your hairline. "Thank you," he said and then he was already out the door.

—

Everyone was gathered in the crows nest. The garlands glittered and the whole building was filled with the smell of cinnamon. Little conversations ensued and everyone held a mug full of hot chocolate that Sam had specially conjured up.

A better option than Cas' failed egg-nog.

When the angel had gone around, offering you and Jack one of the glasses, all you could see was Sam hastily making a ‘Don’t do it’-gesture, and that was enough for you to politely say No.

"Have a good Christmas," you said, sprinkling sprinkles onto the whipped cream in your cocoa.

But Jack just looked at the empty space under the stairs.

"Now we don't even have a Christmas tree," he remarked, disappointment evident in his voice. Sam and you gave the young boy pitying looks.

Suddenly the signature woosh of Cas' wings could be heard and the angel was gone. Dean looked puzzled next to himself, where he had just been standing, and whirled around when he heard the wings again - accompanied by a rustling and clanking.

There, under the stairs, stood Castiel, with a huge green fir tree beside him, adorned with blue, white, and silver decorations. Jack's eyes almost popped out of his head and your mouth dropped open.

"Cas, where- where did you get that tree?" Sam asked incredulously. Cas looked at him with an almost reproachful look. "I'm an angel, remember?" he said, and that settled the matter.

Then Dean re-entered the room, having only recently left it unnoticed by anyone, holding an old CD-player in his hand.

He placed it on the big table and pushed a few buttons, and a slow Christmas carol started playing out of the speakers.

Everyone raised their mugs of hot chocolate and Dean poured some cherry liqueur into everyone's cups. You pressed yours close to Sam's, but Dean, always the psychic, noticed and pushed it away with his pinky finger.

You gave him a grim look, but he ignored you.

"Merry Christmas," Cas wished, and the rest joined in the chorus. "Merry Christmas!"

Mugs were clattering against each other, and Jack could be heard silently humming along to the music’s tune.

While everyone was busy chatting and laughing with one another, nobody noticed how Dean and Cas stole away. Together they stood a little apart, under the archway that led to the library. Dean leaned casually against the stonewall and looked at the scene that was playing out in front of them.

A slight smile graced his lips, and he didn't notice how Cas looked at him from the side, wearing just the same fond smile on his face.

"Considering that a few years ago I wouldn't have even dreamed of this happening - Christmas, hot chocolate, decorations-" Dean stopped himself. "A child. That doesn't come from murderous female warriors and wants to kill me.” He laughed lightly and took a sip of the hot chocolate.

"It's fascinating to see how despite all the suffering we've been through, good moments like this can still happen," Castiel agreed.

Dean turned his attention back to his angel and pushed himself slightly off the wall. "It's even better when everyone you care about is there."

Cas avoided Dean's look in flushed embarrassment. Suddenly the angel felt something trickling down onto his shoulder. It was an oblong shaped, small leaf with smooth edges.

He looked up in surprise. There by the archway above them, hung a bush full of those leaves, and round white berries within.

Dean groaned softly as he followed Cas' gaze and also discovered the plant. "I told Sam not to," he murmured.

Castiel looked at him questioningly. "What is it?"

Dean suddenly got very flustered and started stuttering. "It's, um- it's mistletoe. A Christmas tradition where you—”

"I do, in fact, know this tradition," Cas interrupted him in a low voice.

Dean only now noticed how close the angel actually was to him. And unperturbed, his heart began to beat faster until it pounded in his throat.

He was afraid that Cas could hear it.

But like the conversations around them, this fear faded into the background when Dean leaned forward the last centimeter to Castiel and put his own lips on those of the black-haired angel.

It wasn't a long kiss if measured in time, minutes, seconds. But for Dean it felt infinite. And not the infinity that stretches forever, no. The infinity in which you let yourself fall into a sky full of happiness and love. He let himself fall into the feel of Cas' warm lips on his, which still tasted a little of the hot chocolate and cherry liqueur.

When they broke apart, Dean felt the need to kiss him again at the same moment.

Cas' blue eyes looked deep into his green ones.

"Merry Christmas, Dean," he whispered.

"Merry Christmas, Cas."

And for that one moment, everything was perfect. And everything was warm.

Maybe Y/N was right. Maybe his heart had tripled in size.

Then, Sam's voice rang from the the table. “Cas, is that the Walmart Logo on our Christmas tree?”

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