#samwinchesterfanfic

[princessmisery666]

A Sweet Dream or A Beautiful Nightmare - 2/2

Co-wrote with @slytherkins​

Summary: A year after saving Erin, Sam proposes again, will they make it down the aisle or will her nightmares of hell consume her?

Warnings: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, mentions of hell, mentions of depression, Crowley being awesomely Crowley, Aunt Mimi deserves a warning for how wonderful she is, language. 

W/C: part  2 - 5k

Notes: Epilogue for The Secrets We Keep Series - don’t necessarily need to have read that but I recommend that you do, only because it’s a masterpiece (yes I said it) of angst.

Characters: Sam Winchester, OFC (Erin Best), Dean Winchester, Crowley, Aunt Mimi (she deserves a special mention). Small Parts/Mentions: Jody Mills, Donna Hasscum, Charlie Bradbury, Cas, OC’s.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x OFC (Erin).

Beta: @petitgateau911​

Dividers: @firefly-graphics​

Part 1 ​is here. 

Master Lists: Main // Sam Winchester // Slytherkins

Crowley popped up behind a moldy shed in the woods surrounding Jody Mills’ cabin. He had the decency to arrive relatively on time and not just appear in the middle of the ceremony. The path leading to the cabin had been decorated beautifully with candles, fairy lights, and white and blue flowers entwined around thick trunks. A midnight blue carpet led the way from where he assumed was the designated parking area to the large clearing behind the cabin. It was quaint and a bit rustic but tasteful, and Crowley approved. The nip in the air made the decision to have an outdoor wedding on the cusp of Autumn questionable, but he was at least relieved he wasn’t being made to spend the next hour or so sitting in a church pew.

Dean stood at the edge of the seating area, greeting guests and instructing them where to sit. Sam stood beside him, practically vibrating with nerves.

“It’s about time,” Dean growled as Crowley approached.

He wasn’t exactly late, though he seemed to be one of the last arrivals. Most of the seats had been taken. “I see manners have been reserved for the human guests,” said Crowley making no effort to lower his voice. 

“We weren’t sure you’d show,” Sam explained, ushering him aside, far enough away that human ears wouldn’t overhear.

“Why ever not?” Crowley asked, bordering on offended. “I’d never miss the opportunity to see the final flourishment of the fruits of my labour. After all, I'm the reason this is all happening.” 

“Oh, you’re the one!” a woman exclaimed with a surprised gasp. Crowley turned to the brunette behind him and knew without being told she was Erin’s mother. She grinned and leaned in to kiss his cheek, which elicited a delighted smile from the King of Hell. “It’s so very lovely to meet you. Erin told us all about you.”

“Let us hope not everything,” Crowley remarked with a mischievous wink. His new companion batted him playfully on the arm and tittered an, ‘oh, you,’ but Dean politely cut her off.

“Mrs. Best, you’d better take your seat,” he smiled. Dean offered his arm for her to take, “It’s almost time.”

“Oh, of course,” she agreed, linking her arm with his, “Just had to powder my nose.”

Dean quickly escorted her back toward the seating area, and Crowley lifted an eyebrow at Sam in inquiry. “We kept it as close to the truth as we could,” said Sam. “They think Erin worked for you, at a real estate firm, and that you introduced us. They...think you’re our Uncle.”

Crowley’s eyes grew wide, less in astonishment than in absolute mirth. “I’m touched,” Crowley said with insincere solemnity, his hand to his heart. Though, secretly he was. To be an honouree Winchester, if only for the day. He’d have burst into laughter if he hadn’t known it would be misunderstood and badly received. “I’d have preferred 'eldest brother', though,” he critiqued. 

Sam’s jaw ticked, his patience running thin. “For the record, I didn’t want you here. You're only here because Erin insisted on keeping her end of the deal.” 

“So, let’s set some ground rules,” Dean interjected firmly, standing beside his brother once again.

Crowley had no ill intentions. Truth be told, he’d been looking forward to the day for a while. But he’d at least listen to their rules. After all, there were bound to be loopholes. “I wait with bated breath.” 

Dean scowled but listed his rules, counting them off on his fingers as he spoke. “One, no deal making. Two, no flashing your red eyes. And C, no goading the hunters.”

“And the most important,” Sam took a step toward him, lowered his head to stare into his eyes, trying to look menacing, but Crowley had seen the look before. It didn’t scare him. “Don’t do anything or say anything to fuck up her big day. It’s bad enough she’s been having nightmares about you.”

Crowley��s brow creased. “Nightmares?” 

“Let me guess, you want us to believe you don’t have anything to do with that,” Dean accused. 

Sam looked less certain of the assertion and interrupted before Crowley could declare his innocence, “Just find a seat and behave.”

Crowley tsked but scanned the rows of chairs. An elderly woman in a burgundy pantsuit with a matching hair fastener was staring intently at him. Did he know her? She seemed to know him. He estimated her to be in her late seventies, early eighties. It stood to reason he may have crossed paths with her when he was King of the Crossroads.

He decided he’d take up residence in the second to last row on the end, but as he made his way around the Winchesters, he watched the woman rise from her seat and make her way toward him.

“What are you doing back here? My niece tells me you're the boys' Uncle Crowley. Family sits up front, of course.” she said, slipping her arm into his and leading him away, “I’m Erin’s Great Aunt Mimi, by the way.”

“Ah, Mimi,” Dean rushed to stand in their path. “I’m sure my Uncle would prefer to sit at the back,” he said, giving Crowley a meaningful look.

Every time someone referred to him as ‘uncle’, the harder it was for Crowley to contain his glee. The boys, however, were far less amused.

“Yes, my dear,” he agreed, turning to face Aunt Mimi, “I don’t get along with the other guests on the groom’s side. Some business deals turned sour, shall we say.”

“Then you come and sit with me on the Bride's side,” Mimi told him, completely undeterred and shoving Dean aside. “There's an extra chair, and I've decided it's for you. You look much too stylish to be sitting with all those ruffians anyway.”

Crowley gave the boys a helpless shrug and subtle smile over his shoulder - if shit-eating grins could be considered subtle - as he was led away. Even Dean looked loath to argue with the elderly lady.

The day had been perfect, filled with family and friends, a good portion of them hunters. Everyone had gathered at Jody’s cabin for the ceremony. The weather had cooperated and stayed warm and bright, so the outdoor set up had been perfect. Castiel officiated - it didn’t get more official than an Angel of the Lord. Sam looked dashing in his midnight blue three-piece suit. Dean was as dapper as ever in his matching get up, even if he did keep tugging at his collar. The bridesmaids (Jody, Alex, Claire and Donna), and the maid of honour (Erin’s sister, Emma) were beautiful in dresses that matched the colour of the boys’ suits.

And then there was Erin. She felt beautiful as she walked out in the one-shoulder, black and grey lace dress. She’d applied minimal make-up, and Emma had pinned her hair back. When she’d seen Sam staring back at her from the end of the aisle, she’d felt stunning. Even without a white dress, she felt like a Princess in a Fairytale. Even if their story had begun as a horror, today they had their happily ever after.

The ceremony was everything she had imagined and more. As soon as Sam had taken her hands and gazed lovingly into her eyes, she managed to forget about their least favorite guest, who for some unknown reason was seated next to her Aunt Mimi.

The cabin wasn’t big enough for a party, so they took the reception to a bar in town. The owner, Mike, a friend of Jody’s, had closed the place down for them. Though, he was making his money’s worth, as the hunters, just as much as Erin’s Aunt Mimi, took any excuse to celebrate and were throwing money at him quicker than he and his staff could pour the drinks.

Erin stood at the end of the bar, surveying the room. How had she gotten everything she wanted? Her sister Emma, in perfect health, sat with Donna, Jody, Alex and Claire, laughing hysterically and sipping wine. Sam, her husband, was at the other end of the bar talking to Garth and his wife. Sam had removed his jacket but still looked delightfully smart and classy in his white shirt and midnight blue tie. Yes, she had gotten every single thing she wanted. 

“Taking it all in, sweetheart?” asked Dean, offering her a glass of champagne as he walked up from behind her. 

“Just counting my blessings,” Erin smiled thankfully, “which includes you. Now you’re officially my brother.” 

Dean smirked, slightly bashful, and tipped his glass toward her in a silent toast. She took an elegant sip of the golden bubbly.

“Damn, that’s good.”

The five hundred dollar per bottle Krug Brut Vintage 1988 champagne had been a gift from Crowley. As per the stipulation of freeing Erin’s soul, he had been invited, albeit reluctantly, and of course he’d shown up. He may have been the King of Hell, but he understood the human etiquette of not arriving empty-handed - though he had argued to her parents that he had already gifted the couple, being as he was the one who had introduced them. Nevertheless, he had arrived in a timely manner, leaving the grand entrance to the bride, and brought along twenty bottles of expensive bubbly. 

The champagne went untouched for the first three hours of the party. No one quite trusted the red-eyed demon to not have ulterior motives, so Crowley had drunk two bottles himself before the rest of the party joined in. 

“Right?” Dean agreed, wide-eyed, taking another sip. “I stashed a couple bottles to take home. Y’know, for the next big occasion.” 

Erin laughed at his enthused look, and jested, “You looking to get hitched?” 

He shrugged, chortling, “Ah, you know me. I'm a rollin’ stone. I was thinking more along the lines of  celebrating you and Sam having a rugrat, or one year of you putting up with his dorky ass as Mrs. Winchester.”

The sentiment was nice, but the slurred way in which Dean delivered it made Erin laugh whole-heartedly. He had clearly had too much of Crowley’s gift. She clinked her glass against his and they simultaneously polished off their drinks. 

Erin watched Crowley sway his way toward them over Dean’s shoulder. The King of Hell was drunk. She wasn’t sure whether to be amused by it or worried. He was hard to handle at the best of times, let alone sloshed on five hundred dollar champagne. 

Crowley had been on his best behaviour, at least. Dean had been tasked with ensuring the King Of Hell was a model guest. Ground rules had been set but someone was still required to supervise the demon. 

“I’ve been thinking about that,” Crowley drawled, seemingly apropo nothing. His inebriated state seemed to have done nothing to squash his inhuman hearing. “You should hyphenate your name, darling. Then you’d be the Best-Winchester.”

Dean scoffed, around a mouthful of beer, “Excuse you. I’m an original, ain’t no replacing me. She’d be like top ten. Maybe.” Erin scowled and shoved him playfully, and Dean chuckled, “Okay, top five.”

“Please,” Crowley ridiculed, scowling at Dean before turning his attention back to Erin. 

Sam wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. Though Dean was between her and the demon, she knew Sam disliked that she had to endure his nonsense. He wanted to protect her, even if she didn’t necessarily need it right then. She sighed contently and settled her head against his shoulder while she listened to Crowley’s reasoning of her Winchester rank.  

“Even before Jolly Green proposed, she was the Winchesterest Winchester to ever Winchester. ”

Erin couldn’t help but snigger at Crowley. Was it more worrisome that what he had said made total sense to her? Was there something in the champagne after all? 

“She’s got all the essential Winchester qualities. She’s stubborn, intelligent, foolhardy, self-sacrificing, sickeningly attractive...” 

All three sets of eyebrows raised in question. “How much have you had to drink?” asked Sam. 

“I’m a demon, Moose, not a monk. Neither am I blind. Do you really think I’d have put up with the two of you all this time if you weren’t so easy on the eyes? Oh, don’t worry, poppet,” he said to Erin’s challenging lift of an eyebrow, “yours is perfectly safe. I prefer this one by miles,” he confided, tapping Dean smartly on the backside.

Dean bristled and turned, shifting his bottom out of easy reach. “Listen, man, I don’t care how good this bubbly is or how much of it you’ve had to drink, you touch my ass again and-”

“I know, I know,” Crowley muttered, raising his hands in surrender, “we broke up ages ago. Doesn’t mean I can’t still carry a flame, now does it? Can I help it if I have fond memories of that bare bum peeking from between triplets?”

Sam and Erin shot shocked looks at Dean. 

“Bare bum?” asked Erin.

“Triplets?” sneered Sam.

Dean threw Crowley a dirty look, spluttering his indignation.

Crowley was no fool. He knew he was being ‘baby sat’ and it was proving to be some of the most fun he had had in a long time to have the eldest Winchester be his shadow and rile up the youngest on the same day. Not much else could have made the deal sweeter. Or so he thought, until Dean’s blush tinged the tops of his ears and he stuttered around an explanation of not remembering his time as a demon.

“I have video footage,” Crowley supplied, reaching into his inside pocket, “if you require a visual reminder.”

Dean’s mouth fell slack, but before he could attack Crowley, either verbally or physically - he couldn’t quite tell which one Dean was leaning toward - Aunt Mimi walked to stand beside him. 

“There’s my ravishing date,” said Crowley. “Why have you not danced with me?”

Mimi’s met his eyes, eyes that had been flirting with him from the moment he arrived. Crowley hadn’t been the only one to notice. Sam had already warned him off, and Dean had done a particularly good job of keeping the two of them separated.

“Because you've yet to ask, you sly devil you.” Her choice of words tickled him, and he saw Sam’s throat bob nervously. But Mimi’s suggestive brow twitch deepened his intrigue. One dance would surely be acceptable. 

“Well, young lady,” Crowley offered his arm, “would you care to dance?” 

“NO!” chorused Sam, Dean, and Erin. 

“Why ever not?” Mimi asked, turning her attention to Erin. “My dear, you may have been born for the storm, but I assure you I know better,” Mimi explained. “And now that you’ve found the eye of the storm,” she smiled affectionately at Sam, “I would hope you know better, too.” Mimi accepted Crowley’s outstretched arm and allowed him to lead her to the dancefloor.

He smirked wickedly over Mimi’s shoulder at the three sets of eyes gawking at them. Even if he didn’t possess superior hearing and couldn’t hear them while he made small talk with Mimi, he could have guessed their conversation from their predictable facial expressions.

Moose looked confused and out of sorts, “Does Mimi know about…?”

Moose’s wife - he’d have to think of a more suitable nickname - seemed to be unsure and somewhat bewildered. “No, she doesn’t. At least...Dean?”

“I’m on it,” Squirrel sighed, swigging the last of his beer then walking away to interrupt the dancing pair.

“You, my dear,” Crowley smiled, “are an enigma, and I must know more about you.”

“Oh please,” Mimi chided, batting his arm affectionately, “of the two of us you are by far the most interesting. If you weren’t so inebriated I’d have stolen you away to pick your brains.” 

“Can you keep a secret?” Crowley smirked and leaned closer to her ear without waiting for a response. “I’m not actually drunk.” 

“You cheeky little fox,” Mimi cooed. “Though I don’t blame you one bit. I’d have enjoyed having that chiselled jawed, handsome charmer follow me around all day, too.” 

“You mean my babysitter.” 

“Think we can ditch him?” 

Crowley observed Dean’s bow-legged, half-drunk strut as he approached. When Dean made it within range of being able to put a hand on his shoulder to interrupt, Crowley purposefully and gracefully twirled Mimi so her back was to the drunken hunter. Dean stepped left. Crowley swung Mimi in his path. Dean jumped right. Crowley danced away from him. 

“Crowley!” Dean growled, unwilling to play cat and mouse around the dancefloor. 

Mimi looked over her shoulder, “Oh, I’m too much woman for you, handsome.” She winked and turned her focus back to Crowley. 

“Crowley,” Dean demanded again as the pair swirled around him, now obviously taunting him, their joined hands caressing his back as they glided past. “We had a deal,” he reminded him. 

Crowley shook his head, ready to apologise to Mimi for the neanderthal’s utter lack of decency, when he caught her intense focus on Dean. Mimi’s lips twitched into a mischievous smirk, and Crowley watched as Dean’s eyes lost focus. He looked around him as if confused to find himself there, surrounded by dancing couples, and eventually, he turned to wander off, shaking his head as if to clear it of cobwebs. Crowley looked down at his dance partner, demonstratively impressed.

“That ought to buy us a few songs, at least. So, Crowley, that’s an interesting name. Why does it sound so familiar?”

“Most people are put in mind of the occultist.”

“Oh, heavens no. I knew Aleister. Odd little man,” her eyes wandered to a corner of the room while her memory took her somewhere else. Crowley took the moment to study her closely, unsure of what to make of her. “What’s your last name, dear?” 

“Winchester?” 

She scoffed. “Don’t lie to an old woman. Don’t lie to any woman. We’re used to it and likely to see through you. Intuition and all that.”

“When you say woman, I can’t help but think you mean to say witch.” 

“What’s the difference, really? But you haven’t answered my question.”

“Once upon a time, I was known by MacLeod, if you must know, but I haven’t used that name in literal ages.” 

“Oh, you’re Rowena’s boy!” exclaimed Mimi, much to Crowley’s dismay. “The tales I’ve heard about you. Of course. Makes sense now how you’ve gotten mixed up with a couple of hunters. Wouldn’t have expected the relationship to be so cozy, though. Between you and me, when I stepped out of the car and saw all that plaid sitting on the groom’s side, I had half a mind to turn myself right around.”

“You’re friends with my mother?” asked Crowley, disconcerted and suddenly wondering if it were time to draw the encounter to a close. Or if it would be possible to do so gracefully. Mostly, if Mimi would allow it. There wasn’t a witch alive that could best him, but the dancefloor at Moose’s wedding reception was not the place to test that theory. 

Still, Crowley shuddered to think what stories Rowena might have thought it prudent to share, and he was preemptively mortified, though he hid it well enough.

“Friend might be too strong a word,” Mimi confided, and Crowley relaxed somewhat. “We run in the same circles, is all. Rowena doesn’t have many friends that I can tell. Perhaps the biggest bitch I’ve ever met. Though I mean that in the warmest way possible, of course. No offence intended.”

Crowley twirled Mimi under his arm and pulled her back in, once again delighted by her company. “Trust me, none taken.”

“Yes. I can’t imagine she was much of a mother. One hell of a witch, though. Speaking of Hell…Rowena’s been saying you run the place,” said Mimi with a lift of her brow that seems to say she doubted it but not completely. “Been trying to throw her weight around, but there aren’t many who believe her. Is it true?” she asked, eyes narrowed.

Crowley took her skepticism in stride, “That depends.”

“On what?”

“On whether you’ll keep dancing with me if I tell you it is,” said Crowley with an impish gleam in his eyes, guiding them into a spin that seemed to leave Mimi light-headed, though she didn’t miss a beat. 

“Who better to dance with than the devil? Especially such a handsome one,” she winked.  

Oh, this one was dangerous, all right. Crowley was having a ball. “Not your first time?”

“Likely my last,” she sighed. “Family does that to you. Settling down. Deciding to grow old.” 

“I take it Erin doesn’t know about your….proclivities?”

“Well, I haven’t exactly been a consistent presence in the poor dear’s life. After my husband died, I spent a good deal of time abroad.”

Crowley nodded. “Explains why she came to me about her sister.”

“She didn’t,” gasped Mimi. Their dance came to a halt, but she didn’t release his hand. Rather, her grip subtly tightened and she leaned closer to whisper, “‘Uncle’ or not, if you mean my nieces any ill will-”

“Quite the contrary. I have nothing but respect for Erin, I assure you. After all, she bested me at my own game, which is the highest qualification for the Winchester name I can think of. Not that I don’t still enjoy playing with them, you understand. The stakes just aren’t as high these days. Taking them off the board would eliminate all the fun.” 

“I was so relieved to hear Emma was on the mend,” fretted Mimi, tentatively resuming their dance. “I suppose I have you to thank for that. But Erin...she’s not...in your debt, is she? Because I might have something to say about that.” 

“No worries, my dear,” Crowley assured. “Clean slate, she and I.” 

“Well, that’s alright, then. I don’t mind you keeping Erin on her toes, but give her a rest, won’t you? I’m looking forward to bouncing a couple of little Best-Winchesters on my knee before I die.”

“I could not agree with you more on that count. In fact, I’ve gifted the happy couple a nursery suite. But speaking of Erin’s rest, there’s something that’s come to my attention recently, and I think you may be just the person to help me address it…”

“The nightmares?” asked Mimi, seemingly reading his mind. 

“Precisely.”

He had a feeling this had been Mimi’s plan all along, but he couldn’t say he minded the slight deception. Their dance had been enchanting. She was intriguing, and powerful friends - or people who might owe him a favor - were something Crowley was always in the market for. 

He dipped her back. Leaning over her, he said, “Lead the way.” 

Mimi guided him off the dancefloor toward the fire exit, and Crowley heard Dean shudder, “I am not going to break up that,” before the door swung shut behind them.

The night eventually drew to a close. Many of the guests had left, retiring to their beds with fuzzy heads full of expensive champagne bubbles. The last remaining bottle of Crowley’s present sat in a bucket of ice on the table that Jody, Donna, Erin, Sam and Mimi surrounded. The women shared stories that Sam wasn’t really listening to. There had been pointedly no mention of Mimi’s brief disappearance or who it was with, and that was just fine by Sam. Erin was in his lap, her head nuzzled into his neck, her fingertips tracing invisible patterns on his arm. 

She was his wife. Wife - he didn’t know a simple term could have such an effect on him. From the moment he’d kissed her for the first time after Cas gave him permission to do as his bride, the four-letter word had made his heart thud happily, and he felt like he needed to take a deep breath every couple of minutes to stop a giddy laugh bursting up from his chest. He hoped he’d never lose the feeling, he wanted to ride the high as long as he could. 

He turned his head into her, used his nose to brush her hair from her neck, his own falling over his face, cocooning them from the world around them. “You okay Mrs. Winchester?” He grinned broadly, “Not falling asleep on me, are you?” 

She inhaled sharply and shook her head slightly. Her exhale tickled his neck as she raised her head to place a featherlight kiss under his jawline. But Sam understood her laboured breath was more than excitement at the use of her new name. The lukewarm drop of her tears seeped into the skin of his shoulder, “E, baby, what’s wrong?”

Sam waited, it took her more than a minute before she was able to lift her head to look in his eye. She kissed him, a small assurance she was okay. “Nothing, I’m happy. I’m sorry, I just...I’m being ridiculous.” Her lips pursed as she released a long breath, “I don’t want to go to sleep, not tonight,” she admitted, one hand stroking his cheek. “I’m afraid. I’m scared if I go to sleep, I’ll wake up and this won’t be real.” 

“Feel that?” asked Sam and squeezed the top of her thigh to emphasise his point. He waited for her to nod. “It’s real,” he assured her before he loosened his grip. Erin clasped her hand over his and encouraged his fingers to grasp her a little tighter than before. He dug his fingers into her, pushed the heel of his palm as hard as he dared not wanting to bruise her. He knew she needed the pressure to tether her to reality. “We’re real,” he stole a chaste kiss, “all of it is. We’re real Erin, and I’ll do whatever you need me to do to show you.” 

“Oh, I know right now is real,” she laughed, “because even my fucked up head couldn’t possibly dream up this awful rendition of a classic.” She grimaced, offended, as she turned to look toward the karaoke stage.  

Dean had sung a few tunes, and with the assistance of Crowley, was wrapping up a very warbled rendition of Bon Jovi’s Living On a Prayer. If it hadn’t been so ironically hilarious, it may have been unnerving. 

The pair, clearly deep in a drunken haze of bromance, stumbled off the stage, Dean’s arm slung over Crowley’s shoulder as they staggered toward the table. For every two wobbled steps forward they took, they seemed to sway back one before regaining their balance and continuing forward again. Erin and Sam laughed, prompting the other occupants of the table to watch them approach.  

“So, I guess time really does heal all wounds,” Jody remarked, eyeing Dean’s arm around Crowley. 

Dean followed her line of sight, as if it wasn’t his own arm embracing the King of Hell. When the connection finally made it to his brain, he smiled apologetically at Jody and shoved Crowley aside. 

Crowley, caught off guard, stumbled and caught himself on a vacant chair before dropping into it and clasping his hands in earnest entreaty. 

“Oh, dear, dear Jody. Can you ever forgive this misguided man for his indiscretions?” He reached out. Maybe it was her shock at his grovelling, but Jody allowed him to take her hand without a fight. “I really did have a wonderful time on our date...before the murder attempt, that is.” He shrugged, “And you must know, my dear, that was never anything personal.” 

“Come on, on your feet,” Dean coaxed, trying and failing to lift Crowley from the chair. 

“Not until she forgives me,” Crowley insisted, struggling just enough to foil the attempt. “Surely if the infamously stubborn Winchesters can do so, you can find it in your beautiful heart to do the same, Dear Jody.” 

She snatched her arm back before he could decide to do something more persuasive with it than clasping it. “Okay, okay,” Jody conceded. “Just get up already.” 

It wasn’t as gracious as Crowley seemed to hope, but he appeared satisfied with her reply nonetheless. Crowley rose to his feet and dusted off his suit. “Well, now that’s done, there’s only one thing left,” he said, reaching into the inside pocket of his jacket. He pulled out a small vial with swirling purple liquid that almost looked alive. 

Sam expected him to smash the vial and disappear in a puff of purple smoke. After Crowley’s mundane arrival, he expected some flamboyant show for his exit. Instead, Crowley offered the vial to Erin. 

Sam felt her entire body tense against him. He whispered reassurances and squeezed her thigh again.

“A parting gift,” Crowley explained. 

“It’s okay,” Mimi spoke up, offering a fond smile. “I promise it’s nothing to be afraid of. I helped cook it up.” 

Sam raised an eyebrow at Mimi, unsure what to make of the comment...or the woman herself, if he were honest, but Erin didn’t seem bothered by the implications. She sat up straighter as if drawing courage from Mimi’s words, but she only stared at her intriguing Aunt. Sam was the one to reach out to take the glass tube from Crowley. 

Crowley’s grin, though still seemingly devious, held a promise of sincerity. “She only need drink it.” 

Sam nodded and watched the dancing liquid as he tipped the vial up and down. Mimi’s words, though different, seemed to echo Crowley’s sentiment, “Sweet dreams, my dear.”

When Sam raised his eyes again, Mimi and Crowley were strolling arm in arm toward the exit.

Somewhere between sleep and waking, Erin registered faint voices and that the room was brighter than she expected. The sun was higher than it should be for the early hour she thought it was, casting shadows around the honeymoon suite when her eyes fluttered open. Sam returned from the hallway, pushing a room service cart, all three shelves full of covered dishes. 

“Morning dearest wife,” Sam’s dimpled smile greeted her warmly when she sat up and rubbed at her face. 

“Morning dearest husband,” she cooed, watching him abandon the cart in the middle of the room to greet her with a tender kiss. 

Sam hummed contently against her mouth, taking a seat on the bed and smoothing his hand on her cheek. He pulled away after too little time.

“I was worried for a second you weren’t ever going to wake up,” he confessed sheepishly. “You haven’t slept this late since that time Dean got you drunk on rum.” She groaned as if the reminder was enough to give her a hangover. “It’s after eleven-thirty.”

“Shit, really?” she asked and received a nod of confirmation from Sam when she tried to find a clock in the room. “I’m sorry, baby,” she told him, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him in for another kiss. “I didn’t mean to waste half of our first day as man and wife.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he assured her. “Besides, I did keep you up pretty late.”

Erin murmured a sound of approval, climbing from under the covers to straddle his lap. She dipped to kiss his neck. Sam groaned when she reached his collar bone and pulled her face up to level with his. “As much as I’d like to continue,” his tone became apologetic, “you might need to call Mimi before she does some witchy voodoo thing to Crowley.” 

Erin laughed loudly. Sam had been so worried but thoughtful. Instead of waking her, he’d called Mimi to ask about the potion.

Sam’s eyebrows raised high, and he chuckled along with her, but he sounded partly worried when he told Erin, “I swear she started speaking in tongues.”

“I’m sure whatever she does can be undone,” she assured him. “We’ve already wasted the morning.” She pushed at his shoulders to make him lie flat. 

“It wasn’t wasted,” said Sam, sincerely smiling up at her, his hands running up her legs to her thighs. “You slept without nightmares for the first time in three months.” 

“If this is a nightmare, it’s a beautiful nightmare,” she shrugged, bending down to close the gap between them. “As long as I get to wake up to you,” she whispered, her lips ghosting over his. 

“Every day, forever,” he promised, just as quietly, before capturing her mouth in a searing kiss and wrapping her tightly in his arms.

End

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[wednesdayismyfunday]

Breakfast in bed

warnings; fluff

pairings: sam winchester X reader

summary: After a long day of hunting the reader just wants to sleep and relax. Sam wants to help her relax in the cutest way possible.

Was prompted by this gif orignally posted by @supermerwholocked2893

 “ Well, that was one hell of a demon hunt.” Y/N said.

“ At least we got them all.” Dean yelled from the top of the stairs. Y/n was unpacking some groceries in the kitchen and Sam was still unpacking the impala. They had just gotten back from a really nasty hunt. Sam and Dean had lost Y/N halfway through the hunt when she got captured by one of the demons. It had taken them 3 days to find her. She hadn’t been hurt but Sam still felt guilty. When they found her she was trapped in a cell with a bed and toilet. She hadn't eaten or drunk anything in three days and was tired. So when the hunt was finished they went grocery shopping and bought everything Y/N wanted. y/N was usually very healthy but after the hunt she wanted everything. Sam promised her she wouldn't have to do any cooking. 

“ Y/N the car is all unpacked, and I drew you a bath. There is also a little treat there.” Sam yelled from inside their bathroom. Y/n walked into the bathroom and Sam was standing in it with a glass of red wine and a burger with onion rings. The bathroom was dimly lit with candles and smelled of vanilla. Y/N gave Sam a kiss and took the wine and cheeseburger. 

“ I need to get kidnapped more often.” Y/n said as she took a sip of her wine. Sam forced a smile.

“ Sam, I’m ok. It wasn’t your fault.” Y/n said as she kissed his cheek. He smiled in response and left Y/N to take a bath. Y/n was in there for what felt like hours. The only reason she got out was that she couldn’t ignore her rumbling tummy any longer. Y/N got out of the bath and put on the robe that Sam had left out for her. Once out of the bathroom a waft of delicious smells filled the air. Y/n followed the smells all the way to her bedroom. She opened the door and found Sam frantically decorating their room with candles. He looked flustered. Food covered the bed, along with rose petals and y/n favorite movies. Y/n leaned against the door and watched Sam. He was rearranging the same thing over and over again. 

“ I think it’s good over there dear.” Y/n teased. Sam spun around and smiled. 

“ Enjoy your bath?” He asked quietly. Y/n nodded and walked into the room. She lazily sat down on a part of the bed that wasn't covered in junk food and movies. Y/N picked up a nugget and ate it in one bite. Sam smiled and sat down next to her. 

“ You know... when I got all that food I didn’t expect to eat it all at once. But maybe if you help me, we can do it.” Y/N giggled. Sam smiled and took a small bite of the garlic bread he had made. Sam and Y/n made a huge dent in the food pile but they just couldn't finish it. So Y/n decided to call in backup.

“ I’m here, and ready to devour this mountain,” Dean announced once in the room. It took 3 hours and 20 minutes to finish all the food. But they did it. 

“ I don't think anyone has eaten that much food ever. We did it, guys.” Dean said standing up. 

“ And now I'm going to go to sleep,” Dean said walking out of the room. Y/N lay back and sighed. Sam had been very quiet during there food marathon. 

“ Sam, it wasn’t your fault. I wasn’t paying attention and they grabbed me. I should have known better. I’m sorry I scared you.” Y/N said laying on his chest.

“ I didn’t know what to do. You were gone. I....I was lost.” Sam whispered into Y/N’s ears. 

“ I will never leave you, Sammy, you are my everything.” Y/n said kissing Sam's chin. 

“ I love you,” Sam whispered sleepily. 

“ I love you too” Y/N replied. Sam and y/n slowly drifted into a food coma. She always felt safe with Sam.  Something she tried to tell him over and over again. Y/n woke up before Sam and decided to make him some breakfast. She took it to their room and walked in to find Sam already awake. 

“ There you are.” Sam said smiling. 

“ I made you breakfast.” Y/N said handing him a plate. Sam took the plate and put it in on their bedside table. 

“ You’re not hungry? “ y/n said. 

“ Well after last night I definitely don't want food. But I am hungry.” Sam said walking towards Y/N. He picked her up and threw her on the bed. 

“ Hopefully I can help with that.” Y/N smirked.

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[samwinchesterfanfic]

Snow Day

Dean x reader

One shot

POV: reader

Warnings: fluff, language

A/N: Inspired by the songs “Knee Socks” by the Arctic Monkeys, and “Heaven in Hiding” by Halsey.

Dean Winchester is quite possibly the sexiest man I’ve ever met. Sometimes, when he’s frustrated, concentrating, or just bored, his tongue does this thing across his lip that just makes you want to drop your pants right there. I’d never had the opportunity, or the privilege, until today.

It was below 15 degrees outside and the snow was coming down like there was no tomorrow. Sam was in Colorado helping a friend out with a hunt, and Dean and I were trapped in the bunker together. By the time I woke up, the ground was covered in about two feet of snow. I showered, brushed my hair and teeth, and got dressed. Since it was gonna be a day spent inside I put on: a dark red camisole, a giant black cardigan, black yoga pants, and knee socks that go over my leggings. My stomach grumbled, signaling that it was time to make my way to the kitchen. As I walked down through the bunker, the smell of french toast and bacon hit me. I walked faster, praying that Dean was making breakfast for both of us. I turned the corner and slid into the kitchen. Dean was a sight to see. His blue jeans were hanging loosely on his hips, and he was wearing a light flannel. Unbuttoned. With nothing underneath. The question I was going to ask got stuck in my throat as he turned around.  “Hey Y/N. Want some breakfast?” He said, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. I held back the groan that was pushing against my lips and nodded. Best not to risk talking. I sit down at the table as he puts a big plate of food in front of me. I keep my eyes on my food as I eat, trying my best to keep it together. I finally realize I have to break the deafening silence, and I try to piece together a sentence.

“So. Uh. What, what do you wanna do today?” I stutter put, my eyes still on my food.

“I don’t know. I was thinking a movie marathon.” He says between bites. I nod.

“Okay.” I realize I’ve finished, so I stand up to put my plate in the dishwasher. I turn around and run into Deans bare chest. Shit.

“Whoa there.” He says with a chuckle. We both step left then right, trying to get around each other. Finally he grabs my waist and picks me up, spinning so I’m on the opposite side.

“Sorry.” I mutter, before walking away quickly to my room. I can hear him laughing and I resist the urge to smile. Instead of going to my room, I make my way to the living room, figuring that a movie is a good idea. I put on Tangled, a guilty pleasure of mine. Snacks. I need snacks. I pause the movie as the intro plays, and go back to the kitchen. Deans cleaning up, dancing around to some music that’s playing on the kitchen speaker. My heart clenches a bit, and I imagine what would it be like if I was dating him. Maybe in a different life, I think to myself before brushing past him to get to the pantry. I grab a bag of popcorn, some peanut butter m&ms, a water, and a hot coco with marshmallows. As the hot coco heats up, my hips sway to the music. I don’t realize it’s happening until I hear a small groan from behind me. I turn around and see Dean staring at me.

“What?” I ask, my heart pounding as he takes a couple steps towards me. He blinks, licking his lips as he stops right in front of me.

“Sometimes, I wonder if you do this just to torture me.” He murmurs, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Do what?” The words slip off my tongue so quietly, in surprised he can hear me.

“Dance, dress the way you do, smell the way you do.” My heart is pounding, and I have to remind myself to breath as he leans in and kisses my forehead. Then my cheek, then my other cheek, before his lips finally land on mine. The only thing I could think was, best snow day ever.

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[black-raven200]

Fire witch aesthetic requested by @samwinchesterfanfic

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[da5haexowin]

Music Tag

Tagged by @charliebradburyforever and @dammitsammy

Rules: put your music on shuffle and post the first 10 songs, then tag 10 victims. (I'm doing 20 songs since I got tagged twice, also I love spamming you guys with my music lol)

I Bet My Life - Imagine Dragons

Bodhran - Young Dubliners

Holding Out For a Hero - Bonnie Tyler (big mood)

Eye's Farewell -James Newton Howard

I Want to Know What Love is -Forigner (also big mood)

Braveheart Theme - Celtic Spirit

You are my Sunshine -Johnny Cash

All Along The Watchtower -Jimi Hendrix

Time - Hans Zimmer

Victorious - Panic! At the Disco

A Whole New World - Lea Salong and Brad Kane

Your Hands are Cold -Jean-Yves Thibavdet

Stuff we Did - Michael Giacchino

Thunderstuck -2Cellos

Song for Sienna -Brian Crain

Girlfriend-Avril Lavigne

Annie's Song -John Denver

Seven Devils - Florence + The Machine

Livin' on a Prayer- Bon Jovi

What About Us - P!nk

Tagging @foreverwayward @spnfamily-alwayskeepfighting @supernaturalsammy01 @lukehemmingsisapenguin @angelic-adoration @sammyimpala-67 @samwinchesterfanfic @mikey-sway @idiotic-introvert @thefandomforme

(Also please let me know if you don't want to be tagged in tag games, I know they can get to be a bit much sometimes. I like them, but I know some people don't)

#tag games #tag game #music

[plaid-lover-bay25]

You Again

Pairing: (past)FBI!SamxReader, FBI!Dean, (ofc)Caroline, (omc)Steven Harding

Summary: A blast from your past drops into your life. Will things still feel the same?

Word Count: 938

Warnings: a little language, flirting, talk of the past

A/n: This was a request from @samwinchesterfanfic. I hope you enjoy sweetie

Prompt:  Imagine seeing your childhood love, Sam, after 10 years...

Masterlist

 You perched at the edge of your seat as you scrolled through the appointments on the screen. Your boss was currently in the middle of a meeting and you knew you had a minute to yourself. The cup of coffee you brought to your lips was luke warm but you dreaded heading back to the kitchen to get a fresh cup. You swiveled slowly to your left and marked on the date book for your doctor’s appointment next week, a little reminder to head out early.

 The front doors opened and closed and you heard Caroline’s sickeningly, sweet voice carry through the lobby. You rolled your eyes as you heard her put on her extra flirty voice and let out a high pitched giggle. Must be some cute hot shot then. She only ever did that when there was something nice to look at. You smiled to yourself as she was struck down, immediately changing the tone of her voice.

 “Yes, of course, just around the corner there. His assistant can help you.”

 Great, now you had to handle the hot shot. You adjusted yourself in your seat and looked up just as two men walked around the corner. Your breath caught in your throat as you realized who had just walked through the doors.

 The two men were dressed impeccably well in black suits and matching ties. They were speaking quietly to each other. The taller one slouching slightly to accommodate the shorter. The taller one kept whispering as they walked up. The bold, green eyes of the shorter man caught yours and he smiled at you. He nodded at the other man's words and then greeted you.

 “Hi there. I’m agent Dean Winchester and this is…”

 “Sam.” the word left your mouth before you could hold it in.

 Sam’s eyes had been roving around the room until you said his name and he finally looked at you. It took him a moment longer than it took you but he finally recognized you.

 “(Y/n)?” Sam’s jaw dropped as he took you in for the first time in over a decade.

 You both stared at each other until the other man cleared his throat. “So I take it you two know each other?”

 “You should know her too, dumb ass.” Sam scolded his brother.

 “What? Why?”

 “That is (Y/n). (Y/n) (Y/l/n), the one who grew up across the street from us.”

 You waved at Dean and he squinted his eyes in concentration at you. “Holy shit. It is. Wait, you were the one with the really hot older sister right?”

 You rolled your eyes as you thought about all the boys in your neighborhood ogling your sister after she was the first one to get boobs. Dean smirked as he thought back to his youth.

 “Dude.” Sam scolded as he hit his brother’s chest.

 “Sorry.” Clearly he wasn’t.

 “It is really good to see you.” Sam smiled down at you. You melted with his smile.

 “It’s good to see you too.”

 The two of you kept smiling at each other until Dean cleared his throat once again. Your eye contact broke and you looked over to the green eyed man. “Sorry. I'm guessing you're here for Mr. Harding?”

 “Yeah.” Dean pulled out his badge and flipped it open. “Agents Winchester and Winchester. We're here to talk about Mr. Harding about a recent murder.”

 Your eyes widened a little. “Oh. Well, he's currently in a meeting. It should be over soon.”

 “We’ll just wait then.” Dean stated as he took a seat just across from your desk.

 Sam stayed standing at the desk watching you as you sent a message to your boss about the agents in the lobby. When you finally looked back up, you found Sam staring.

 “How have you been?” He blinked, realizing you had spoken.

 “Oh, good. Really good.” Sam ran a hand through his long locks. “How have you been?”

 “Decent. A lot of changes in my life recently.”

 “Really, what’s been going on?” Sam asked as he leaned down onto the desk.

 “I got engaged about a year ago.”

 “Oh.” Sam’s face dropped. “Congratulations.”

 You smiled up at him. “I broke it off about two months ago. Things changed between us.”

 “I'm so sorry.”

 “Don't be. It was for the best.”

 “Good.” Sam ran his hand through his hair again. “Sorry, (Y/n), I just can't help but think back to when we were young.”

 You giggled as you thought back to being crazy, love struck, teenagers. “You were my first kiss, Sammy.”

 He smiled at the nickname. “You were mine too, don't forget that.”

 You nodded and the two of you both turned at the sound of a door opening. Your boss emerged from his office, followed quickly by a petite brunette.

 “Thank you, Mrs. Ruiz. We should get back to you soon.”

 “Sounds good. Thank you again Steven.”

 They shook hands and parted ways. As Harding waved goodbye he glanced at the two agents now standing next to your desk.

 “Hello, gentlemen. How can I help you?”

 Dean flashed his badge again, closely followed by Sam. “Can we talk in your office Mr. Harding?”

 “Uh, sure. Right this way.” Steven pointed into the office before turning to you. “(Y/n), please hold all my calls.”

 “Yes, sir.”

 The three men walked into the office and Sam threw a wink over his shoulder as he made his way inside. Even after all this time apart from each other you knew exactly what Sam was thinking. You couldn’t wait to say yes to his offer of dinner tonight.

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[samwinchesterfanfic]

Grand Masterlist

Sam:

Series:

Good Girl

Running From The Devil (Part One)

Drabbles:

Is There Somewhere

Summertime Sadness

Raise a Little Hell

Never The Same

Heaven Knows

Fireworks

Done Fighting

We Were Here

Dean:

Drabbles:

Wake Me Up

That Was New

Clubbing

No Me Without You

Just Tonight

Little Lion Man

My Hero

Ruin You

One Shots:

Change My Life

Series:

Here I Go Again (Chapter One)

Here I Go Again (Chapter Two)

Here I Go Again (Chapter Three)

Summer Love

Dangerous

Rough Around The Edges (Part One)

Hate You More

Claire:

Drabbles:

Trouble

Jack:

Drabbles:

Once Again

Heartbeat

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[deansdirtylittlesecretsblog]

Hi! I was wondering if you'd be able to write a Sam imagine where the reader is a hunter who decided to take a break and try to settle down, but Sam pulled her back into the life. Lots of fluff and maybe smut?!

I’m sorry, but requests are closed. You can check my Authors with Open Requests list, but it has not been updated in a while, so be sure to ask if they are still taking requests.

#samwinchesterfanfic #mimi answers asks

[black-raven200]

Secret Witch Aesthetic requested by @samwinchesterfanfic

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[katymacsupernatural]

Black

Sister Reader x Sam and Dean Winchester

2200 Words

Warnings: Demon Dean, little bit of Angst, Asthma attack (Which I’ve never had so I hope it’s written okay!)

Summary:  Set during Season 10, when Dean is gone. Helping Sam look for her brother, the Reader gets into trouble, bringing out the big brother mode in Demon Dean.

It had been days since you had last seen your big brother, and you were starting to get frantic. Especially since the last time he had been laying on his bed in the bunker, dead from Metatron stabbing him in the chest. Yet, here you were, trying to find him, wondering if somehow a Demon had possessed him. You wanted nothing more than to bring your brother back, or his body if he was truly possessed.

That's why you were in this tiny town in the middle of nowhere, getting a room in the only motel around. Sam, your other brother had called you earlier, saying he was on his way. Making you promise that you wouldn't make a move without him. Of course he would want that. You were the youngest of the three Winchesters, and both brothers were extremely protective over you. Like that one time, a year ago, when that boy thought he could break your heart. After your brothers had heard about him, that boy never showed his face around you again.

The old memories made your heart hurt, knowing that your family, no matter how dysfunctional they were, would probably be knocked down to two family members after you dealt with Dean. So, instead of thinking about how things used to be, you concentrated on the task at hand, trying to convince yourself it was just a normal, every day hunt. Trying to forget the fact that your brother would be willing to kill you at a moments notice.

A loud knock sounded on your door, and in stumbled Sam, looking horrible. His shoulder was still in a sling, but he was bruised and beat up, and you were worried that one wrong look would send him falling to the ground. His face was covered in bruises, and had a grimace instead of his usual smile he gave you. "Sam, what happened?" You asked, rushing forward trying to help him to a chair but he just shrugged you off.

"Crazy man attacked me, wanted to use me as bait for Dean." Sam explained, before glancing out the window, checking to make sure he hadn't been followed. "I got away, but it seemed too easy. Like he wanted me to."

"You ever see him before?" You questioned.

Sam shook his head before taking a deep breath, trying to calm down. "No. But that's not important. I've found out where Dean has been hanging out. Seems like him and Crowley just had a falling out."

Nibbling on your lip, you weren't sure you wanted to bring up the question bothering you. But you had to know, even if it killed you. "Sam, is Dean...I mean...he can't be, can he?" You stuttered, unable to get the words out.

With a sad shake of his head, Sam confirmed your fears. "No!"

"I'm sorry Y/N. I know Dean was always your knight in shining armor. But, he's a Demon now, and I'm not sure how much help we will be to him."

You refused to give up on your brother. Not meaning anything bad to Sam, but Dean had always been the one you were closest to, the one you went to for anything, and it had almost killed you when he had died. "The Men of Letters have that cure!" You exclaimed.

"It's worth a try." Sam agreed, before heading back to the door. "But we need to get moving now, before he realizes we're in town. We'll take your car, just in case we've been followed."

Shrugging on your coat, you tucked your favorite gun in it's pocket before taking the keys off of the table. Heading outside, you unlocked your Baby, the Chevelle that Bobby used to drive. He had been like a father to you, and he had gifted it to you on your 20th birthday. Patting it fondly on it's roof, you climbed inside, watching as Sam folded his long body into the passenger seat. "Where to?"

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Only a short drive later and you were pulling up next to a familiar looking black car. But this one had your heart breaking as you took in it's dusty exterior, with mud caked on the fenders. As you stepped out of your car, you saw the interior hadn't fared much better. Take Out containers were thrown haphazardly in the back, along with whiskey bottles, and what looked like a pair of women's underwear. "You poor thing." You whispered to the car, even though it couldn't hear you.

"So Y/N, I want you to stay behind me at all times. Who knows what he will be like." Sam ordered as he pulled out the Men of Letters handcuffs, along with some holy water, tucking them into his coat. Silently following him inside, you were surprised to see the bar was empty, not a soul insight.

Rounding the corner, you could just make out the faint sound of someone running their fingers along a piano's keyboard, before the opening sounds of a familiar song started playing. "Hey Jude?" You whispered, earning a hush from Sam.

"There's no use hiding. I knew you would be coming Sammy. Just didn't expect you to drag Y/N into it." Dean's voice, eerily calm and disconnected sounded as the piano stopped. Looking around Sam, you noticed Dean immediately, sitting at the piano, the first blade in his hands. His face was cold, his look full of hatred as he stared at Sam.

"He didn't drag me into it. I wanted to get my brother back." You said, stepping to the side of Sam, who shook his head no at your movements.

"Y/N, I already warned Sam what would happen if he didn't let me go. Don't make me warn you too." Dean growled, standing up and moving closer to you. Your body was tense, as you waited for his move, waited to see if he would attack either one of you.

"Dean, you're my brother, and I love you. Please, come home." You begged, to which he just laughed, an evil sounding chuckle that brought shivers down your back.

"Home? To the bunker? Yeah right. I'm happy right where I am." He announced, taking a healthy sip of whiskey.

"Dean, please. Let's do this the easy way." Sam spoke up, pulling out the handcuffs and holding them up.

Before any of you could continue the conversation, you heard an intrusion from the back of the bar, what sounded like a window shattering. "What the?" Sam muttered, his attention off of Dean for a moment, and Dean jumped at the chance. Wrapping his arms around Sam's neck, he squeezed tight, his lips moving next to his brother's ear. You couldn't hear the words he was saying, but you could see the utter hatred on his face, and you knew they weren't kind.

Rushing forward to help your brother, well trying to keep one brother from killing the other, you stopped when you smelled something that hadn't been there just seconds earlier. Glancing behind you, your eyes widened when you saw a huge cloud of smoke heading your way. Panicking, you glanced towards Sam and Dean, who were still grappling around, ignoring you and the cloud.

"Sam, Dean!" You exclaimed, knowing you needed to get out of the bar immediately. You had severe asthma, and in your haste to save your brother, you had left your inhaler in your car. This cloud of smoke was already burning your throat and eyes, and you could feel your chest start to tighten up. "Help!"

"Y/N, get out of here!" Sam yelled, before elbowing Dean. Racing towards the exit, your chest grew tighter and tighter, every breath painful. Seconds later, you couldn't get a breath of air past your swollen throat, and you brought your hands up around your neck, panicking at the feeling of suffocation.

Stumbling into a table, your eyes clouded with black dots, you felt your body weakening, and you dropped to your knees, completely surrounded by the horrid smoke. Your last thoughts of how you had failed your brother, how you wouldn't be able to see Dean back at the bunker. A tear trickled down your cheek that you had come so close to saving Dean, but now Sam might be the only Winchester to survive.

As you felt your eyes drift shut, your chest burning for a gasping breath of clean, fresh air, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around you, picking you up and cradling you. Your head lolling to the side, it was jostled with each rough step until you were outside, free of the smoke. Still, you were so far into your Asthma attack that even the fresh air wasn't doing anything.

You were carefully laid on the ground, whoever had rescued you leaving you on the concrete. Feeling yourself starting to fade away, you were suddenly picked up, your inhaler forced in between your blue tinted lips. The medicine was injected into your lungs, fighting against the swollen muscles in your throat. Again, medicine was forced into your mouth, and soon the tightness in your chest passed, and you took a deep, hurtful breath.

"Again. Take another breath." A deep voice, one that you hadn't expected to hear helping you said close to your head. Following orders, you took another breath, opening your eyes just in time to see another man, with military style clothing and haircut grabbing at Dean, pulling him away from you.

Leaning back against the wall, weak and ready to pass out at any moment, you watched as Dean taunted the man, both men circling each other, getting ready to fight. Each breath still painful, you pressed a hand to your chest as you watched the man lunge towards your brother, and Dean's eyes turn a terrifying shade of black. Hearing the man exclaim, "What the hell are you?" You weren't surprised at the answer.

Again and again they circled each other, Dean having no trouble with the man's sorry attempts at fighting him. With a growl, Dean shoved the man, and he went flying through the air, landing on the windshield of a car, shattering it in the process.

It was then Sam showed up, a gash on his forehead, his eyes frantic as they looked around the alley. When they landed on you he breathed a sigh of relief, noticing your inhaler in your hands. Dean hadn't noticed Sam yet, but was coming over to you, a concerned look on his face, even though his eyes were still black as night. "Y/N, are you doing better?" He asked, the concern so different from the hatred he had portrayed earlier.

"Yes." You said, your voice hoarse, the words hard to stutter. You felt like a old time smoker, with your sore lungs, and throat.

He came to stand in front of you, as he took his maroon shirt off, wrapping it around your shoulders. "Damn man. He could have killed you. I should run him through with my blade for that."

In a way you found it comforting that Dean could still care about you, even though he was still a Demon. Maybe, there was still a chance of saving him after all. As you reached up to press a hand to his cheek, Sam splashed water over Dean, and you watched his face turn into a mask of pure anger and pain. Hissing as his skin steamed, he turned to lash out at the new attacker. Sam was ready, and snapped the handcuffs on each wrist, locking Dean into a spelled hold, one that a Demon wouldn't be able to break out of.

Sam pulled Dean along with him, locking him in the back of the Impala, before coming back to you. Crouching down next to you, he checked you carefully, making sure that you were doing okay. "Damn it Y/N I was so scared. Dean knocked me out, and when I came to, that smoke was everywhere. All I could think about was your asthma, and the fact that you were probably laying on the floor somewhere, suffocating."

You reached your hand up, having Sam help you to your unsteady feet. "It was Dean. He carried me out, got me inhaler." You explained to an incredulous Sam.

"Dean's a Demon. He would have just as soon killed us as help us." Sam argued, as the two of you looked at the angry man in the back of the Impala.

"It was him." You insisted. "Our Dean is still in there. Deep down. He was still my big brother, taking care of me. And now we can take him back to the bunker and get him back."

"I hope so." Sam answered. "It would be nice to have the whole family back again. For a moment there I thought I had lost both of you."

"You almost did. Seconds longer and I would have been a goner. But Dean, as always, came to my rescue, and now it's my turn to come to his. Even if he doesn't realize he needs rescuing yet." You said, before sliding in the driver's seat of your car, planning on following Sam back to the bunker, where you would begin the tedious task of curing your brother.

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Taboo

Hi!! This is a new series I’m working on.

The tag list is open! I’ll release the first chapter by Sunday!

King Winchester is on his deathbed, and it’s time for his firstborn son to marry his betrothed, Dani. But another girl, Y/N, catches his eye. Will you manage to break through the social and political barriers in order to be with each other? Or will other forces forbid it?

Royal!Dean x reader, Dani, Sam

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Dangerous Part Five

Dean x reader

Warnings: fluff, bit of angst, small language

A/N: This is the last chapter so I hope you liked it. So sorry it took a while to get out!

“Take care.” Those where the last words he said to be before he got in his car and drove away. I knew he was here temporarily, but I let myself get attached. I’ll be honest, the sex was great, so was the conversation and the chemistry. It was rare what we had. But he was dangerous. And that’s the end of it. I’m a 5, he’s a 10. It wasn’t gonna work because I would probably always be living in fear of what could happen. He gave me his number, saying if I ever needed him to call. I told him to look me up if he was ever in town again, and that was it.

2 years later

I woke up to freezing cold air. I saw my windows seemed to have frost covering them, on the inside. What the hell? The light on my bedside table flickered, and I could’ve sworn I heard someone talking. I grabbed the gun I kept in my nightstand, loading the mag with a couple bullets. I flicked on the safety so I wouldn’t shoot myself, and waited. That’s when I saw her. A ghost. At least I think it was a ghost. She looked real, and her knocking me across the room also felt very real. I touched my forehead and saw dark red blood on my fingers. I aimed, turned off the saftey, and shot, but it went right through. A small voice in the back of my head laughed at me for thinking I could shoot a ghost. That’s when I heard a knocking at my front door.

“Help!” I scream, praying that they could hear me. A loud banging sound comes from my front room, and seconds later a familiar face runs into my room holding a shotgun. They shot at the ghost and she disappeared with a wail.

“Let’s go.” Said the gruff voice I nod and he motions to his tall friend, handing him his shotgun before picking me up. We run out of the house as the tall one shoots the shotgun two more times, before joining us in his car and speeding away.

“Wha... what just happened?” I ask, looking wildly between the two faces.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Says the gruff voice. My breath catches in my throat.

“Dean?”

“Yeah. It’s me sweetheart.” I can’t believe this. He’s back? After two years? Part of me wished it wasn’t true. If it wasn’t him, then all I had to worry about was almost getting killed, then getting kidnapped. 

“Okayyyy. Why are you here?” 

“Work.” 

“What you just did, is that your work?” I ask, part of me praying he’d say no. 

“Yeah it is.”

“Oh.” That’s all I said before everything went dark.

I woke up a while later in a weirdly comfortable bed. One glance at my surroundings tell me I have no clue where I am. The door opens softly, and I see Dean sneaking in, carrying a glass of water and some food. He turns around and jumps.

“Oh, jesus Y/N you scared me. I thought you were asleep still.”

“What happened?” I murmur as he makes his way to the foot of the bed. 

“You passed out. Our guess is you  lost too much blood, but we got you patched up so you’re good as new. Just, be careful of the stitches.” He gingerly runs his hand over my forehead. I wince slightly, but smile nonetheless. God I’ve missed this.

“I miss you Dean.” 

“I’m right here sweetheart, what’s there to miss?” He says with a smile.

“I just meant- well I guess I meant that I was in love with you. You left though and I now understand why you had to, but I missed you. I haven’t gotten over you as much as I’d like to pretend I have. In fact I’m sure the fact that I have a boyfriend makes it seem like I have. But I haven’t. I miss you. I miss us. I miss the late night movie marathons, and the sex, and the smiles, and soft kisses. And yes the 10 over your head scares the shit out of me, but maybe I can make it work now that I know why it’s so high.” He looks confused.

“10? What do you mean?”

“It’s not important. I just want us to stay an us. Ya know?” His eyes are sad as he nods.

“I know sweetheart. I know.” He leans in, the food and water forgotten as our lips meet, the feeling as familiar as my childhood home.

 I have no idea how long it’ll last. I have no idea if it’ll work. None. All I know is how happy I was when I looked in the mirror, and saw a bright shiny 8 hanging over my head. 

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Running From The Devil

Sam x Reader, Dean, Nate(oc)

Series

Warnings: Language, stalking, slight violence, fluff.

Authors Note: Hi! I know I’ve been out of the loop for a while, I just got so overwhelmed with school. I’m getting back into it, and thought I’d start with this. Let me know what you think! Also tell me if you want to be on the tag list!

The day I met Sam was the day I almost died. Not because of how attractive he is, although under normal circumstances that would have definitely been a factor. But because that just so happened to be the day that my ex, Nate, decided to become aggressive in his stalker tendencies. And by aggressive, I mean he pulled a gun on me in my favorite library...

My truck roars into the parking lot, and I groan inwardly as I think about this stupid test that’s coming up. The only thing getting me through is knowing that after this, I’ll be out of this tiny little town forever. As I get out of my truck, I notice a sleek black Impala parked a couple down from me. I resist the urge to run my hand along its hood, and quickly walk inside. I wave hello to the librarian, and continue to the mythology and legends section. I run my fingers along the spines of the books, still in awe of how beautiful some of them are. Distracted, I run right into someone’s chest. When I turn around with an apology ready, it disappears into thin air. In fact all the words I might ever speak in front of this person just *poof* off my tongue and out of my head.

“I’m so sorry!” He says, putting a hand on my shoulder.

“It’s uh, it’s fine.” I stutter. He’s gotta be taller then 6’. And his eyes, oh my gosh.

“What are you looking for?” He asks,stuffing his hands into his jean pockets.

“Oh uh, just a book about the origins of Greek Gods.”

“Business or pleasure?”

“Business.” I laugh, with a shake of my head.

“Always seems to be that way.” His smile makes my heart pound in my chest, faster then before, and all I can think about is kissing him. Really Y/N?! You don’t even know him!

“What about you?” I ask, steering the conversation away from the topic of me.

“Just browsing.” His eyes flick to something behind me, and suddenly he’s on top of me, and I’m on the floor. I hear a loud bang and screams, and see the mystery man get up. Another shot rings out, and I scramble to turn around and see who’s firing. I’m met with the cold blue eyes of Nate.

“I told you I’d find you.” His ugly smirk catches me off guard, and suddenly he collapses. I look up to see the mystery man standing behind him. He looks at me.

“Are you okay?” He asks. I nod.

“Yeah I think so.”

“Come on, I called the cops, but let’s get out of here.” He holds his hand out to me, and for a small second warnings of trusting a stranger ring through my head in my mother’s voice, but I brush them aside. I trust him, oddly enough. We walk out of the library and out to my truck. I unlock it and throw my bag into the back seat. I whirl around to face this ridiculously handsome guy.

“I suppose since you probably saved my life, you should know my name. I’m Y/N.” I stick my hand out, and he gives it a strong shake. I melt just a little.

“I’m Sam.” He says, a smile stretching across his face.

“Well it’s very nice to meet you, Sam.” He’s still holding my hand.

“Nice to meet you as well.” Police sirens break us out of the moment, and our hands fall away from each other.

“Anyway, thank you.”

“Of course. Did you know that guy?” He looks so concerned, that I decide to go with the truth.

“Yeah. That would be my ex. He’s been stalking me for a while. Harmless stuff, but I guess it escalated when he saw us talking...” I trail off, my cheeks turning red.

“Wow. Did you report it to the police?”

“No. I didn’t think it was a big deal.” I look down, shame running through me as I think about all the people in the library I endangered.

“What’s wrong?” His voice is softer.

“This is all my fault. God I hope no one got hurt.”

“Hey, Y/N, this is not your fault. He’s crazy. It’s his fault.” I look up, and I notice he has little sunflowers in his eyes. It’s weirdly mesmerizing- at least until someone interrupts us.

“Sammy!” A deep voice shouts, and I turn to see a guy walking towards us. I hear Sam sigh, and I turn around to ask him who that is.

“Hey Dean.” Sam shouts back with a wave. I stay silent as Dean walks up to us.

“Who might you be?” Dean sounds way too flirty, but holy shit he’s hot.

“I’m Y/N.”

“Hello Y/N, I’m Dean, Sams older brother.” Of course they’re brothers. They’ve both got that ‘I’d fuck you all night long’ look, although Sams is a bit more subtle. I smile shyly and shake his hand.

“I should go...” I murmur.

“No, stay. You just witnessed a traumatic event. At least let us get you lunch.” Sam says, his hand sliding into mine. My heart stopped for a moment, and I nod.

“Hang on.” Dean says, walking towards the police officers. He points to us and says something, while the officer scribbles something down on a notepad. Sams voice draws my attention away from them, and look up at him. 

“We can take your truck and Dean will take our car over to the diner. Sound good?” I nod again, in a bit of disbelief that he’s still holding my hand. We get in the truck, and I start it up. The five minutes it takes to get to the diner are filled with awkward silence. What am I supposed to say? He saved my life, he held my hand, plus I’m pretty sure I’ve never been attracted to anyone this much. What the hell am I supposed to do? Plus all the shit with Nate, like what the hell was that?

To Be Continued

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Summer Love Part Five

Dean x reader

Warnings: Bullying, fluff, angst, fluff, fluff, language

A/N: This was going to be the last part but I got inspired so it’ll last probably until chapter 8. Tag list open! Sorry it took so long to get out!

He smiled and took a sip of water before laughing and smirking.

“What?” I asked.

“You think I’m sexy.”

The rest of our date went well, and he kissed me on the cheek before I left. 

The next day at school, Dean walked me to and from all my classes. We did the stupid awkward thing where you walk around talking about basically nothing. We didn’t hold hands or kiss. Just a wave goodbye as I walked into class. When it came time to go to English, I already knew what I wanted to do. He walked me to my desk, chattering on about his Uncles shop. I saw Ashley walking up, ready to flirt, and I didn’t give her the chance: I fisted Deans T-shirt and pulled him to me, our lips meeting in a weirdly perfect first kiss. His hands found my hips quickly, holding me against him and our tongues danced. When I heard the bell rang I pulled away, slightly out of breath, but triumphant non the less. His green eyes sparkled, and he smirked.

“Guess you just couldn’t resist, huh?” He murmured. I rolled my eyes.

“Get out of here dork.” I lightly pushed him back and sat down, a smile tugging on my lips. Wow. I guess I like Dean more then I thought I did. My earbuds go into my ears and I turn up my music, drawing out the sounds of chatter.

When the bell rings, signaling the end of class, I stand up to leave. I don’t get far, as Ashley and her evil minions are blocking my way out.

“What do you want?” I ask a sneering Ashley. She picks up the book I’m reading and flips through it slowly.

“I just wanted to tell you that you’d better back off sweetie.” She says in a sickeningly sweet voice.

“Or what?” Part of me wanted to start trouble, the rest of me wanted to see what this prissy bitch in heels could do.

“Or I’ll destroy your ugly little existence. Got it?”

“You couldnt hurt me if you tried Ashley. Your pink purse and matching heels don’t exactly inspire fear.”

“Well I guess we will see. I mean, my daddy was a lawyer for your family, wasn’t he? I mean he keeps all his files in his home office. Maybe I should just take a peek at yours.” Panic hits me in the chest. No. Can’t happen.

“Ashley, that’s not legal.”

“Actually it’s just not ethical.”

“Barbie bitch is using big words. What a surprise.” I take a weak jab, attempting to suppress the rising terror.

“Whatever. I guess I’ll see you around. Without Dean.” She makes her point clear as she rips out a few pages, crumpling them up and throwing them on the floor before walking away. As soon as the classroom is empty, I drop my bag and sink into the floor. She can’t. She can’t find out. Schools almost over anyway, what’s the worst she could do? We’ve got a week. A week left. I just have to make it through the week without pissing her off. Then I’m out of here forever.

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Summer Love Chapter 4

Chapter 3 here

HighSchool!Dean x reader, readers mom(Emily Y/L/N)

Warnings: Fluff, language

A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out. This is the second to last chapter! Let me know what you think here. Mood board done by me.

After work, Dean and I ate food at the bar, one of the cooks agreeing to stay late and make dinner for us. It was nice and intimate, and it made me nervous. He had a sort of reputation at our school for being a player, and I knew that I didn’t want to be another notch on his belt. I wasn’t going to sleep with him. Ever. But I figured, what was the harm in having a little fun?

“So, why a bartender? You seem like you could work for a law firm or an IT place. You’re smart. I never would have figured you for a bartender.” He asked, my cheeks getting warm at the thinly veiled compliment.

“Good tips.” I say, a small laugh in my answer.

“Really? That’s the only reason?”

“I don’t trust easily Dean Winchester. And for someone with the record you have, it’s possible I’ll never tell you the truth.” He feigns hurt.

“What if this works out and we get married?” His question is ridiculous.

“Can you really see yourself ever getting married?”

“Sure, if I found the right girl. Of course she’d have to be awesome, totally badass, and she has to be able to put a pretty good verbal fight.” He smirks at me as he leans back in his chair

“Really? Those are your requirements?” I ask incredulously.

“Yup. If I find that girl, I’ll be golden.”

“Good luck with that Prince Charming.”

“Believe me sweetheart, I’ll need it. The one girl I’ve met that’s like that seems to hate me.”

“Ohhhhh Dean, who could hate you?” I tease.

“I’m looking at her.” He whispered. I scoffed, and realized I may have been coming off too harsh. 

“I don’t hate you. I just don’t trust you.”

“Okay.... so how can I get you to trust me?” His eyes showed he was being sincere, but every bone in my body told me to run in the opposite direction.

“Why do you want my trust?”

“Because I like you. I thought we established that.”

“I thought you were joking to be honest.”

“Why would you ever think that.” Hurt shines through his voice, even though he tried to mask it with sarcasm.

“Because of who you are.”

“And who am I?”

“You’re Dean Winchester. You’re the captain of the football team, you get good grades, all the girls love you cause you’re insanely sexy, all the guys wanna be you, you’re popular, you’ve been to every party ever thrown in the four years you’ve been at our high school. You’re Dean Winchester. You’re high school royalty. And buddy, I got news for you, I’m no Queen.” He looked shocked.

“Maybe that’s why I like you. You don’t throw yourself at me, you’re different from any girl I’ve ever met, you dont wear two tons of makeup, you don’t have nails that make me nervous you’ll accidentally scratch my eyes out, you make me think. You’re wild and crazy and insanely beautiful. I want to get to know you. I swear there’s no agenda, no prank, no date here. I like you. It’s as simple as that.” This time I was shocked.

“Oh.” Was all that fell off my tongue. He smiled and took a sip of water before laughing and smirking.

“What?” I asked.

“You think I’m sexy.”

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My Hero

One Shot

Dean x reader

Warnings: language?, fluff

I checked the time on my phone; 8:45. Why the hell was I still here? It was obvious he wasn’t going to show considering it had been 45 minutes. The waitress walked up and sighed.

“Honey, I’m gonna need you to either move to the bar or leave. We need this table and you haven’t ordered any food.” I looked up at her.

“Give me 5 minutes and if he’s still not here then I'll leave.” She nodded, and I could tell she was sorry for me. My eyes searched the busy restaurant once more, when I saw the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, walk in. He saw me too, and winked before he sat down at the bar. The blush creeping onto my cheeks faded when the waitress walked up again. 

“I’m sorry, but we really need the table. You can move to the ba-” she was interrupted by a gravely voice.

“Sorry I’m late sweetheart. Traffic here was a bitch. I swear I’m never taking the highway again.” I looked up and saw the handsome man from the bar sitting in the seat across from me. He quirked an eyebrow, and I smiled.

“That’s just fine, I’m just glad you were able to make it.” Our waitress was obviously shocked, as she was looking between the two of us incredulously. 

“You’re her date?” He nodded, “Menus?” She asked, he nodded again and she walked away.

“Sorry for just coming over here, I just want to say that the guy who stood you up is a blind idiot.” The blush crept onto my cheeks again, and my heart started going a mile a minute. 

“It’s fine. And the guy that stood me up is my flakey boyfriend. I was going to break up with him tonight.” 

“Considering the fact that he stood you up, I think your reasoning is pretty solid.” I laughed, and practically swooned when he grinned at me. Holding out my hand, I introduced myself. 

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

“I’m Dean Winchester.”

“Like the gun?” he nodded.

“Well Dean, thanks for saving me.” 

“Anytime.” The waitress came back and asked what we wanted to order. Both Dean and I spoke at the same time.

“Bacon cheeseburger.” I looked at him, stifling a laugh as our waitress left. 

“A woman after my own heart.” His emerald eyes sparkled and I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip. Our food came and we spent the rest of the time talking, finally leaving when the restaurant closed at 1:00am. We walked outside to my truck, and I let my eyes wander to his lips. 

“Thanks for tonight.” I said. He smiled.

“Anytime sweetheart.” He leaned in slowly and pressed his lips to mine gently. His hands rested on my waist, and I wound my arms around his neck, standing on my tiptoes. I pulled away, a smile dancing on my face.

“My hero.”

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