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[alwayskeepfightinglilwinchesters]

Supernatural Imagine

Imagine: Discovering you're more equipped for handling the things that go bump in the night than you thought.

"So I was thinking of going out to Tipsy Duckling again tonight" Your friend Penelope says over the phone as you change the channel on your TV.

"Again? Isn't that like the third time this week? Should I be concerned? Do you need an intervention?" You tease.

"Please, the only reason I go so much is because the bartender is hot and knows how to make a good martini." She scoffs.

"You don't even like martinis..."

"No, but I do like attractive men." Penelope replies, and you both laugh. "Will you please come out with me tonight? He might have a hot friend!"

Changing channels again with a sigh you say, "I don't know-"

"PLEASE?" Penny interrupts.

Rolling your eyes, you turn the TV off and sit up from your slouched position on the couch as you say "Fine. Meet you there in 20."

"YAY!" You hear her yell before you hang up.

"Why am I even friends with you?" You laugh to yourself as you set the remote and your phone down before heading over to your closet to look at your options. You've always been more comfortable in jeans and a T-shirt, but know that if you're going out you should at least make some effort to look nice. Turning around to look at your pants, you settle on a pair of skinny jeans with rips and holes on the legs before grabbing a tank top and blue flannel along with some white Converse. Laying them out on the couch, you shrug and say. "Good enough."

After putting on some mascara and eyeliner, you feel like you've put in just enough effort to look presentable and grab your car keys before heading out. As you turn around to lock your front door, you bump shoulders with a man in an army green jacket that matches his eyes that you catch as he mutters "Sorry" before continuing down the hall. Once he passes by, you see him push a black handle deeper into his jacket pocket which you immediately recognize as a gun.

Heart pounding, you fumble with your keys to unlock your door when the key snaps.

"Crap!" You quietly exclaim, looking down the hallway the man walked down. Knowing you're out of options, you decide to make a break for it as you round the corner and bump into another man you've never seen before.

"Whoa, there!" He says, roughly pushing you off of him.

"H-He's got..." You say breathlessly, heart still pounding with wide eyes. "He's got a gun!"

Instead of matching your level of fear, the mysterious stranger's blue eyes seem to darken a little and you swear they turn almost black for a second. However, you blow it off as your active imagination and stammer out again "D-Didn't you hear me? He's got a gun!"

"Come with me." He grabs your wrist roughly and pulls you towards the stairwell. Right before he opens the door, another taller man with shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes bursts through. Your scream of alarm is quickly cut off by the stranger you thought was helping you grabbing you by the neck with one hand, the other covering your mouth.

"Dean!" The tall man who just came from the stairs yells at he raises his own gun to point at the stranger. When you look up at him in alarm, you see that his stone cold face has twisted its way into a malicious smile.

"Let me go, or I'll snap her neck." He says coldly, letting his grin spread wider before he blinks and lets his eyes turn completely black. Through his hand you let out a muffled scream of alarm. The other man you bumped a minute ago comes racing around the corner, and you're pulled even tighter against the black-eyed stranger as he turns you to face the green-eyed one who's holding up his own gun. "Put down your guns!" The man yells.

The two gun-wielding strangers look at each other, neither looking as though they intend to follow the man- or thing that's holding you hostage's commands. Heart still pounding and eyes still wide, you scream again, this time in frustration. Knowing these strangers would rather let you die so they can kill whatever it is that's holding you, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

Raising your right leg, you kick backwards with your foot as hard as you can until your heel connects with the stranger's knee. With an anguished yell that drowns out the crack of his leg breaking, he loosens his grip enough for you to be able to headbutt him with the side of your own head. Stars immediately blur your vision and a ringing in your right ear muffles his continued yelling.

"You BITCH!" You're able to hear him exclaim.

"Move!" The green-eyed man yells and you use your left leg to kick the black-eyed stranger in the groin before diving out of the way. Your left shoulder hits the wall hard enough to force your eyes closed just as you hear the boom of a gunshot, and you open them in time to see the man's mouth fall open with bright light emitting from it before he succumbs to the gunshot wound to his head and falls to the ground, dead.

The brown-haired man immediately drops his own gun to run over to your side. Grabbing you by your left arm which immediately burns with an aching pain, you groan slightly as he helps you sit up.

"Are you okay?" He asks quietly, looking into your eyes with a look of concern.

"Mmmm, nope." You cringe. "I think I dislocated my shoulder."

Picking up the gun that the brown-eyed stranger dropped, the green-eyed one walks over to you and kneels by your side. "I can help with that, but you're not going to like it." With clenched teeth and a furrowed brow, you look at his outstretched hand and nod in approval. Slowly, he grabs your left wrist with his right hand and places his left on your left collarbone right next to your shoulder. The other man draws a quick breath through his teeth and offers out his own hand to hold onto which you take graciously. Looking up at the ceiling, you hear the shorter man say "On three. One-" He pulls quickly and you feel a sharp but fleeting pain followed by immediate relief as you squeeze the other stranger's hand and groan under your breath.

"Think you missed a couple of numbers, there." You sigh, letting go of man's hand. Trying to push yourself up, you accept help from both of them and say "Thanks." Your eyes immediately go to the empty dead eyes of the crumpled stranger laying a couple of feet away. "W-what the hell just happened?" You look between both of the strangers who exclaim another look.

"You wanna take this or should I?" The man who just relocated your shoulder chuckles slightly.

"Maybe we both should." The other man chuckles.

"Huh?" You say, turning your head a couple of times to look at both of them.

"He was a demon." The green-dressed man says.

"We hunt things like him." The other man says, pushing his brown hair out of his eyes.

"Hunt...? Demons...?" You ask in bewilderment.

"I know, this can be a lot." The brown-eyed man says, nodding a couple of times in understanding.

"That's the understatement of the century." You scoff, rubbing your left shoulder which is still a bit sore from the collision with the wall.

"Where'd you learn to fight like that?" The green man asks.

"I didn't." You shrug, watching the men take their turn at looking bewildered. "Just felt like instinct."

"Hell of an instinct." The man says. "Name's Dean." He holds out his hand and you shake it tentatively. "That's Sam."

"Hi." The brown-eyed man smiles as you shake his own hand.

"Nice to meet you, I guess." You say, looking at the man on the floor again. Slowly, you walk over to him and stare for a couple of seconds. "Demon, huh?"

"Yep." Dean says. "Killed a lot of women around your age."

"We think he was targeting you next." Sam adds.

You kick his foot hard and watch his head loll side to side lifelessly.

Another couple of seconds go by, and Dean fills the silence by saying "What are you thinking?"

Taking another second, you look at the body before saying "I'm thinking..." You turn around. "Sign me up."

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SPN Dean

Hey! I just wrote a Dean one-shot/imagine. This one kind of sucks so by bad lol. I’ll probably write a new one when I have more time.

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you like what you see? | dean winchester

     dean winchester x reader: he catches you dancing around the kitchen and       admires you until you notice.

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a yawn escaped as you stood up out of your bed, wishing you didn’t have to leave it. the boys had gone on a hunting trip two days ago and you stayed back to help them with any research they might have need you to do. that and you were still recovering from the last hunt which had taken a toll on you. though you argued and said you were fine, sam and dean refused to let you join; a part of you was thankful because deep down you knew a break would do you good.  

 you made your way to dean’s room, grabbing his red flannel that he had left hung up in his closet. it was your favorite, and somehow it always seemed to be the one he left behind. you threw it over you, buttoning it up and smiling at the thought of him. you and him had something special, though you never labelled it. you flirted, sometimes slept in the same bed when one of you had a rough day and the other wanted to be there for comfort, shared a few drunken kisses, sometimes more. 

you were close to both of them of course, and loved them like best friends, but dean being dean, made his way into your heart on a whole other level. though you both had yet to admit to one another you wanted to be in a real relationship, you both knew it, and neither could imagine being this close to anyone else.

the smell of his cologne still lingered on the flannel, causing you to smile once again before leaving his room and making way to the kitchen, where you began to cook some breakfast. you hadn’t received any texts saying they needed you to look anything up yet, so you took advantage of it. 

clicking shuffle on your music playlist, you began to sing along to songs as you cooked. you remember sitting in the backseat of the impala when you first met sam and dean as dean showed you all of his favorite songs, which quickly became yours as well.

your all time favorite, carry on my wayward son, began to play making you sing softly at first, but as the song continued you found yourself singing louder, grabbing the whisk and using it as a microphone. you swayed and danced around, never hearing dean as he walked to the kitchen entrance and leaned against the door frame. 

he smiled, admiring every little thing about the moment as it played out in front of him. the girl he loved, foolishly dancing around to his favorite song all the while wearing that damn flannel. he watched you up and down, from your bare legs to the messy morning hair, biting his lip as he prayed the moment would never end. 

you jumped, quickly laying the whisk down in embarrassment once you caught dean watching. 

“i was just-” you began, but before you could finish he cut you off. “being ridiculously hot in my shirt, dancing around the kitchen while cooking bacon? please, don’t stop on my account.” you blushed, of course he would find a way to make you feel so good in a moment of pure embarrassment. 

“you like what you see, huh?” you teased as he move towards you, laying his bag down on the floor and pulling you in by the waist.

“do I ever.” he replied quickly before kissing you with more passion than you ever felt before. 

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[fandomout]

Sam x Reader-Supporting Sam when he started the trials

Personally, throughout most seasons, I felt like Sam just wanted someone to believe in him.

While you were on a hunt away from the boys, you hadn't wrapped up the case just yet, but you were missing the sweet voice of your sweetest Sam, so you called him.

Even though he didn’t answer the first time, he called back right after, which gave you a weird feeling. When he answered, he said, “Hey, Y/N,” a bit too quickly. You raised an eyebrow as your suspicion radar spiked.

Being hunter kept those skills sharp, but the way the boys kept their secrets were the real tests. Testing the water, you simply said, “Nice to hear from you. What are you and Dean doing now? Still at the base?”

“Uh...No actually we are just checking in on Kevin.” The short answer and almost robotic answer didn’t help calm your feeling, but you still answered calmly, “Oh, did anything happen? Everyone okay?”

“He’s been overworking himself.” Sam said sincerely unlike how cautious he was before.

“You guys taking care of him?”

“Of course. What do you take us for?”

“Yeah. Okay. Has he found out anything?”

“Maybe.”

“Does this maybe happen to be dangerous?”

“Let you know when I find out. Me and Dean are heading out soon. Dean just went to get Kevin some real food.”

“Need me to come by. It sounds serious.”

“No. No. Just finish your job and come back. We both should be done by then.” A light bulb went off as you lied, “What if I told you I was done and on my way back now.” You did it with a smile hoping it would be more believable.

“That quick? You probably won’t make it in time to get to us. Think you should wait back at the base.”

“Now, I know something is up. Sam-”

“We’ll be fine. Got to go.”

“Sam, you-” He hangs up. “Better not hang up on me, ass.” You shook your head in frustration. You had more than half a mind to rush over to get to them; however, if it was as dangerous as it sounded to you, you couldn’t put them in danger. Instead, you silently fumed and took it out on the monster you captured and quickly packed to leave.

As you drove back to the base, it cemented your nerves. When you got back to the base, you didn’t really do much. You showered, changed, and you are alone waiting for them to come.

After about 5 hours, they battered at 4am. You rush over, get a better look at them and hug onto both of them. Not saying anything. Dean gives a whistle and looks between you and Sam. He began walking off watching you closely. You stare him down a bit and are about to speak about patching him up when he catches you and states, “I’m just banged up. Couple bruises, I don’t need any help. Thank you. Sam is the real one who-” He stops short with Sam’s looks and walks off briskly. Sam gives you an awkward look and keeps looking back and forth from you to the floor with clenched teeth. You wait for him to speak, but he says nothing. You grab onto his hand and drag him to your shared room.

You sit him down. He sits stiff as if moving a millimeter would set you off. While expecting you to yell and freak out, you burn him with silence in front of him inside out. As you treat him with the utmost care, he kinda just wished you’d yell instead. Reaching under the bed, you pull out a first aid kit that you keep under the bed, and you begin disinfecting and patching him up. Once you finish, the only words Sam can find are, “I’m sorry.”

Although appreciating the sentiment, you aren't sure what to say and don’t respond to the words, and you start cleaning up the mess of blood and gauze. When you're almost down, Sam unexpectedly uses both of his strong arms to pull you closer by the waist and hugs you. He cuddles his head into your body. You stiffen up a bit while you try to figure out what to do; however, your choice becomes more clear as he explains, “So, the dangerous bit of the job we just did...We did it because we talked to Kevin...turns out we can close the gates of hell if there is someone to do a set of trials…”

You tense up, but Sam responds by rubbing your back up and down gently. Having Sam calm you down a bit, you state, “I’m guessing they're deadly.” He chuckles bitterly and asks, “Isn’t everything we do deadly?” You let out a small laugh in agreement before asking, “What is it this time?”

“Well, the 1st trial was to gut a hellhound and bathe in its blood.”

“That explains the smell on you.” He lets out a genuine laugh as he sees you scrunch up your nose in distaste.

“Yeah. I showered, but here I am still smelling.”

“So, you and Dean do these trials? I can understand why, but why did you make it seem so worrisome? Like you freaked, which made me freak. Why couldn’t I be there?”

“For one, I knew you’d think we were idiots. You might want to do the trials yourself. I mean Dean got really crazy about it. He was seemingly suicidal. I couldn’t have that. The important bit that I need to tell you is that...it’s not me and Dean. It’s just me.”

“Just you?”

“For the trials? Dean tried to put himself in the way, but I finished it. Therefore, I have to do all the trials by myself...“ You stay silent. You stroke his hair softly for a second., and he looks up at you. You meet his eyes and say ,”Okay”, as you put the 1st aid back under the bed. He blinks roughly at you with a confused expression and questions you with, “I’m sorry?”

“I said it’s okay. Sam.” You tap his head a little and ask, “Are you hungry? I can whip us up someth-”

“Y/N.”

“Yeah, Sam?”

“That can’t be what you want to say.”

“You’re not hungry then?” He wipes his face with his hand and states, “Just say what you're thinking.”

“I don’t need to. I’m genuinely just asking if your hungry-”

“After what I just said, you’re not up-”

“Sam, I’m not upset.”

“Mad?”

“No-None of that…”

“Really? You're not gonna yell or hit me or something.”

“Of course not, Sam. What do you take me for?” You laugh out loud.

You walk over to him and put one hand to land on the back of his neck while the other lands on his heart. You sigh softly and kiss his forehead before telling him, ”While yeah, I’m not exactly thrilled you're risking your life yet again…Probably going to hate seeing you bloody and messed up from all of this...but I’m gonna be here for you and try and help as best I can.” You put your forehead to his and add, “Because I believe in you.”

His expression becomes so soft, and he lifts his head slightly to meet his lips to yours. You enjoy the free and floating sensation he gives you even, but you pull away when you feel something wet on your face. You open your eyes and pull away. You become worried seeing the tears fleeing his eyes and feel your heart clench when he clings his grapes onto your clothes like he’ll slip away from you. Your hands rush to his shoulders to ground him, and you express, “Sam, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” He shakes his head and bites his lip. “Sam, don’t scare me baby...Look, everything is okay. Well, it’s never really, but we make sure. Don’t be worried, please...say something…”

His head nuzzles your chest and he speaks against your body, and you almost don’t hear him say, “Thank you for believing in me.” You hold him and rub his back until he calms a bit. You wipe the streak along his face and respond, “Of course I believe...How could I not? Look at me, okay?”

He meets your eyes. You show him teary eyes because his state makes you overwhelmed and you continue to say, ”I hope you don’t mind me saying this but also I know demons and hell have taken so much from you and Dean. The things they've done to you- anyway I understand it’s for the greater good and something you want to do. Also, I’ve seen you through the self-hate, the struggle with demon blood, and acceptance to yourself and what you’ve done...I know all you ever wanted was someone to believe, and I do. Never doubt that...You’re the best person I know, Sam...really.”

He takes the hand you had on his neck and kisses it gently from the knuckles to the finger to the palm and to your wrist and forearm. Against your arm, he utters, “I love you so much.” You caress his head before making him look at you and you pepper kisses all over his face. Then, you wrap your arms around him and say, “I love you too, Sam...I will say though...I’m not looking forward to the fights you and Dean will have over this.” He lets out a genuine laugh along with you and you both bask in the comfort of each other's arms.

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World Revelations

@etherealsxnder​

Warnings; spoilers for season 13, mentions of death, angst, lack of hope, some Alex Calvert x reader, and tiny bit of jack x reader, swearing, brief illusions to sex, angry brothers, mentions of a sex scene, insecurities, online hate, protective winchester brothers, apocalypse world, major character death, lucifer

(Y/A/N) – Your Acting Name.

A/N; it’s a little bit different from the request, so sorry about that, but I hope that any one that reads this enjoys. Also sorry about the wait, I had bad writers block, but when I started writing this it sorta figured itself out and I may have got carried away. Feel free to tell me what you think ☺️

“Look, I am not going to some other world to help stop Michael. But I can help you in another way, one where none of us get harmed.” Gabriel shrugged, reducing Sam’s expression to confusion. The archangel had felt like their last hope at retrieving their mother, into delving into the apocalypse world, and here he was, turning him down.

 He had tried his very best to make the celestial being better, and here he was, talking again, able to use his grace rather than have it removed and syringed into a demon’s veins. However, he still refused, and the hunter had no other plan in forcing Gabriel into helping. This was the last shot, and it had been blown.

 But however could he still help? This was the primary problem that had to be solved, there was no other route they could take to bring their family back together. And that was all that mattered in this life, saving people, remaining together.

 “What are you talking ab-“ Before Sam could complete his question, Gabriel set him with a poised glare, and snapped his magical fingers, a spark of electric blue grace sparking from the action. That was all Sam saw before he felt himself transported, and once he opened his eyes, he remained in the bunker, however there were cameras around him, and an entire filming crew.

 Gabriel had sent him to the other life, another world in which he presumed that he was called Jared. “What the hell Sammy?” Dean barked from beside him, twisting and turning his sights around, upon realising that although this looked like their home, it was an alternate version of it. A set, made of fake walls and truthless literature that was not at all necessary in this peaceful, monster-less realm. “Son of a bitch!”

 “Cut!” One of the cameramen called out, shaking his head exasperatedly at the line said wrong. Jensen had been doing so well, and Jensen seemed to have slipped far too into character, to the point where he had forgotten his lines. “Do you need to see the script again, or would you rather take a short break?”

 “I’ll go for the break.” Dean confirmed, grabbing Sam’s forearm and hastily dragging him from the onlookers, and towards which he assumed was his, well, Jensen’s trailer. It looked pretty much the same as last time. “Gabriel?” He asked, rightly assuming that the blame of this mishap ordeal was down to the glowing figure.

 “He refused to help us open a rift.” Sam licked his lips, his eyes jutting around the luxurious space. “And then he snapped his fingers, and we were here.” Here, another earth. However this was not their home, it was a disfigured writing of it, if anything, it was worse than the books Chuck wrote. There were more fans, and more complications that came along with being here in place of the actors.

 “We don’t have time for his tricks.” Sighed Dean, raking his hair with his rough hand. “Parading around as a painted whore is not on my agenda, all I care about is getting mum back, we have to get home quick.”

 “Dean, I don’t think that this is a trick…” Sam spoke to his elder brother, in thought of Gabriel’s words. “He said he could help us in another way. I don’t think he meant taking us away from the problem, there must be something else.” No matter how much he rolled the idea around his head, he could come to no conclusion.

 “What?” There was already plenty on the man’s mind, he didn’t need another incident coming their way. Dean was to begin speaking again, until a knock rapped against the door to his double’s trailer, intruding his mindset. Him and Sam shared a glance and frown until Dean called whomever was on the other side in, and to their dismay, he looked exactly like Castiel.

 Misha Collins. Last time they had visited this place, he had died, but the return of the real selves must have somewhat fixed the timeline, he looked well, even if he still was dressed as their angelic friend. “Hey, I was seeing if you are ready for the scene tomorrow.”

 “Scene? Which scene?” ‘Jared’ asked the colleague of his false identity, unaware of the context in which Misha spoke in. Dean only huffed and rolled his eyes, until Misha spoke, and he froze, both the brothers understanding Gabriel’s meaning for sending them to this world.

 “(Y/N)’s death scene. Apparently it’s gonna be quite emotional, and it’ll be strange after, not having the kid on set anymore.” It was a revelation, a nightmare that foreshadowed the truth in their own dimension.

 “Thanks uh- Misha.” ‘Jensen’ rubbed his hand over his face, shocked by the oncoming doom. They had already lost far too many members in their makeshift hunter family, but this was different. This was their sister, whom they had protected and vouched to continue doing since the day she was born. And now the universe had this grand plan of cutting her young life short, and sending her to either heaven or hell, where so many people they loved already were.

 “Do you know where um, (Y/A/N) is right now?” Sam asked, desperate to somehow convince her to remain on the show. It was the only way in which he could save his younger sibling, and he would, by the gods, do anything that he possibly could. Him and Dean had already had meetings with death himself, he couldn’t allow the new version to come and take you.

 Billy would not compromise, she was intent on having a Winchester under her cloak, forever taken from life, never to return to the living. And they couldn’t take a chance, any chance on not getting (Y/N) back, she was a legacy as were they, but she was supposed to live on for longer. Their names would otherwise be nothing more than memories in the world of hunters, until they faded into distant and dead members of the community.

 “In her trailer, I think. She’s rehearsing with Alexander I think.” The name that he mentioned was unfamiliar to the unfitting pair, but they spared no thought to it. Instead they sent him a quick smile before leaving the confines that they felt trapped in, and began their search for the actress of their sister.

 “We have to change her mind Sammy. If she stays on the show, then our (Y/N) lives. It is the simplest solution.” Dean spoke as they walked through the lines of trailers, unable to find the name that they were searching for on any door. “Where the hell is her damn trailer?”

 Sam squinted, until a name he had heard was seen on one of the doors. Alexander, whoever that was. Before he could even put any thought into his actions, he subconsciously knocked on the door, waiting a moment for an answer. And when the door opened, they were met with who looked like Jack, his hair a mess, and his shirt hanging over his shoulder, clearly put on in panic.

 “What’s up guys, need something?” He scratched the back of his neck, impatient with the situation, considering the one that he had been interrupted from. A part of him feared that this was one of Jared’s infamous pranks, he had mostly been on the end of shifted lines, but worse could have been heading his way for all he knew.

 Dean frowned at the sight of young man, it hardly felt right seeing the innocent boy that they knew with sex hair and slight bruises upon his neck. He cleared his throat, keeping up his expression, as he spoke to the boy. He had softened up to Jack, he was their kid in some ways, but this was no Nephilim, if anything it was worse, it was a man who impersonated they kid.

 “Heard that uh, (Y/A/N) was running lines with you. Y’know where she is?” Alex’s eyes shifted slightly inside of his personal space, before everything was given away by a familiar giggle. It sounded the exact same as the one that often left (Y/N)’s mouth. Dean knew it, he would never be capable of mistaking it.

 The noise had renegaded in his ears since she had been born, in the impala as John drove, through the halls of the bunker as her and Sam made jokes about his cholesterol. At the worst of times, before he knew that they existed, he liked to think that it was the voice of angel, she always guided him on the right path, and if she were to disappear from his life, he would sorely lose the track that he was hellbent on walking down.

 And he could see her face now, as she tugged the sheet over her body. A frown sculpted her expression, as she looked exasperatedly between Alex whom had tried to lure the tall pair from the confines of his trailer, and the intruders who had barged carelessly in. It wouldn’t have mattered so much if her and Alexander had actually been running lines, however the situation explained more than enough of the fact that they indeed were not.

 “Jared, Jensen, can you like, I don’t know, not cockblock me, for once in your elderly lives?” It felt peculiar, for both Sam and Dean. They knew that this was not their sister, but her calling them by other names was so foreign. Their skins crawled at the labelling, and it only reminded them farther of their cause, the reason that they were sent by an angelic being to be here in this very moment.

 “I am also getting bored of it.” Alexander tilted his head, in agreement with (Y/A/N), who only grinned at his compliance to suit her opinions, and Dean could only roll his eyes, just like he did with Jack the majority of the time. “But it’s cool, but can we hurry this along, I mean not to be rude, but aren’t you guys supposed to be filming a scene in like five minutes?”

 Sam cleared his throat, admittedly he did like Jack. The kid was sweet, however this was not him, it rather was a man who pretended to be a Nephilim for payment, and was bedding the doppelganger of his sister. If he were to see his sister and the devil’s child in such a compromising predicament, most people would assume he’d be the calm sibling, but they’d be wrong. He would go mad, and think of a way to keep the pair separate.

 But luckily for them, there had never been such adult situations insinuated between their dear (Y/N) and Jack, or at least not that they were aware of. This riled Dean, and so he couldn’t help but feel like exploding. It angered him that any man had laid their bare and lustrous hands upon his youngest sibling. No one was to have that pleasure, she was supposed to remain innocent, even if she were legal.

 “Seriously?! Jack of all people?!” He bellowed at (Y/A/N), shaking his head at their obvious exchange. If (Y/A/N) had any clothes on underneath the white sheet that hugged her body as she lay on the sofa, her instincts would have driven her over to Jensen and her palm would have met the side of his stubbly face.

 “First of all, you need to start remembering Alex’s name, and that goes for Jared too. You can’t just keep calling him Jack, even after I’m done here and move onto my next project.” Her words, although not having the intent to, had the effect of triggering Sam’s goal, in-deliberately reminding him of their foremost goal. It was not to get angry at the characters that played them and their loved ones, it was to save someone that was incredibly important to their world.

 “And second,” the woman in covering continued, “this isn’t exactly going to get me to stay on the goddamn show, if you barge in here, interrupting our privacy. If you don’t like what me and Alex are doing off screen, you sure aren’t going to like what is gonna go down between (Y/N) and Jack. Sometimes I do swear that you’re just like Sam and Dean.”

 The jab she made at them struck nerves, but they knew that this was not the real her. It may have looked like (Y/N), but this was only a woman who played the part of her. “We’ve been trying to make you stay on the show?” Sam asked, his voice soft. He didn’t want to be harsh, she was already uncomfortable enough.

 It was her unknowing that they were actually Sam and Dean that could be an element that they could use, a tool of convincing. “Yes, for weeks now.” (Y/A/N) sighed, pinching the point that was between her eyebrows. “And I’m getting tired of it, and overall, this character. I’ve played her for years on end, I think that her story should have a finishing point, a finale. I’m ready for bigger and brighter things, something that is not pretending to be a strong woman on set, and as soon as I walk away from the cameras, I go back to being weak.”

 “I think you’re going to have to explain a little more if I’m going to get any of that.” Dean prompted, both him and Sam had turned away, giving the actress in the sheets the privacy to change. The shuffling of fabrics could be heard, they had been in worse situations with their sister, small motel rooms, of which they could usually only afford one in the past, helped nobody. And none of them received the personal space that should have been an outright human right.

 “Of course neither of you understand.” Alex sighed, “she wants a smaller workspace, one where there aren’t so many eyes on her. The whole ordeal got out of hand, and now there are people online saying terrible things about her and I. Neither of you have made such a mistake, or had something so sacred and personal leaked on the internet. The things people say really digs in deep, she at least wants a break, can’t you understand that?”

 “Wait, what got leaked?” Sam’s curiosity often informed him of things that he did not wish to be aware of, and this was one of their instances. Alex huffed and rolled his eyes, walking over to where (Y/A/N) was now fully clothed, and took a seat on the sofa beside her, their eyes meeting and mirroring smiles shining at one another.

 The sight admittedly made Sam smile, but it made Dean feel internally sick. The sight of what looked like their sister and Jack fuelled a fire inside of him, he wanted his eyes to burn and the memory to be forever removed from his sights.

 “Look, you play a pretty badass character, although I’d say Dean has a bit more kick to him.” The man himself chuckled, but no one joined in, so he continued through a forced smile, coming to sit down next to Alex, his ignorance to what happened there merely minutes ago encouraging his brother to cringe.

  “But that’s not my only point, you’re here, whilst those sad souls that sit behind their computers all day waste their time typing crap. The life you have, the family that you have here, is worth more than the opinions of a few, invisible idiots, who are only jealous of everything that you have earned for yourself. Don’t breathe their toxicity win, because if you do, the bad guys win, and then you will only fade out of the spotlight and they’ll forget all about you, and all of the things they ever posted about you.”

 Alex had been understanding through all of (Y/N)’s decision to leave the cast, although to begin with he had tried to convince her to stay. And it seemed out of all of them, it was Jensen that made her reconsider her options, he could see it behind her eyes, the unravelling of interest, the flickering of hope.

 The only thing that the younger actor could not tell were that these were not Jensen’s words, they fell from the lips of Dean Winchester himself. A character that he knew of, and was an important symbol on the show that he was cast on. But it did not matter if he was not aware of that snippet, because it changed nothing, other than possibly (Y/A/N)’s mindful decision.

 “You know what, you’re right Ackles. It’s not often that I say that, but the thought of leaving everyone here, settling for something that I have no connection to or history with, it is undermining. And I’m going to talk to Kripke, he’ll be over the moon with the consideration, however if he chooses that (Y/N) is to die as was planned due to my indecisiveness, then that shall be the battle that I am to bargain with.” They had won (Y/A/N) over, it was victory.

 It was also the closest that they could do by themselves to save (Y/N). If this didn’t work, they would be nothing more than John’s broken tools, defined by all those that they were always mourning. And it would only make their sister another name on that sour list, even if her death would pain them substantially more than others.

 “I guess we’ll go then.” Sam awkwardly spoke, encouraging Dean to stand from the christened furniture and join him in leaving the sexually active couple alone. He sent the woman a nod, and Alex a raised eyebrow. He would have Jack’s head if he ever thought he had the guts or wings to be so intimate with their sister, he’d make him feel something, and it would be painful. Torturous even.

 They shut the door behind them as they departed from the actors, a smirk on Dean’s face. He felt victorious, he was the same hero that would read (Y/N) stories when it was dark and a storm was thundering outside, as she hid under the duvet of some dingy motel bed, a torch protecting her from the enveloping bleakness, but also her brothers. “I’d call this a win.”

 “They said about a video…” Sam had Jared’s phone in his hand, he scrolled through the feed with a wrinkled nose and scorned eyes. After he received an answer to what it was concluding, he put the device away, he could never look at Jack and (Y/N) around each other the same again. It was burdened by the facts of this world, contradicting the innocence that both the kids in their world showed. “It was a leaked sex scene of the show, Dean.”

 “Heck no!” Growled the elder brother, shaking his head. The instant images that flashed through his mind of the Nephilim atop of his little sister made his teeth grit in anger, and a pit of queasiness fold in the cave of his stomach. He already wasn’t too sure on Lucifer’s spawn, this only enhanced that formed opinion, and he wished to shoot the child more than ever in this instant, even if the real him was not around.

 “They’re not actually the people we know Dean.” Sam comforted him, easing his anger, but only slightly. “Nothing like that has happened between them, he is in another world, whilst (Y/N) is in the bunker, reading lore and trying to find a way to bring mum and Jack back to us.”

 “Yet Sammy, nothing has happened yet.” He allowed himself to shut his eyes for a second, and the next thing that he knew, he was returned home. His speech must have worked on the employee of the show Supernatural, otherwise, Gabriel surely would not have returned them to their home world.

  “He’s gone, for chuck sake. How are we supposed to bring Jack and Mary back if we don’t have archangel grace?!” The stressed voice of their younger sibling often triggered a debate from the brothers, but seeing and hearing her, it was a miracle. They couldn’t waste time and argue, instead Sam lurched forward, grabbing the girl and bringing her into the embrace of his giant like arms.

“We’ll figure it out (Y/N/N), we always do.” He spoke softly, earning a confused yet pleased smile. The hug had come out of nowhere, but it calmed her nerves, the rushing of the blood that hurtled around the veins of her body slowed, and it gave her a moment of peace, a blank mind before she began researching again.

 “I have a question.” Dean stated with his gruff tone, squinting at his female sibling. He suppressed a smile, she was oblivious to the blockade that had rested above her head like a raincloud, but he knew that she was here for good. And that she was not leaving to any sort of afterlife any time soon. “Do you have the hots for Jack?”

 (Y/N)’s eyes went wide, however she forced a scoff to hide the shock and cover up anything that her brothers could pick up on. She released herself from Sam’s hold, taking a couple of simple steps backwards, so that she could have a clear view of the expressions that both of them wore. “Are you seriously asking me that at a time like this?” Her sentence was finished with a sigh and a roll of her eyes.

 But her brothers knew their sister well enough, and that she indeed did not want to admit something to them. (Y/N) was much easier to read than (Y/A/N) was, they had known this growing woman since the day that she was born, the same day in which John rescued the shrieking baby from a mother that was fed and eaten by wolves. She would have been next, however the hunter saved her, as was in his job description, but he couldn’t bare to let her stream through the system.

 He felt an attachment to her, and looking at her was practically the same as the notion of peering at one of his boys. She was to be a Winchester, he hadn’t decided it, but God himself did. The universe worked in mysterious ways, it was as though it was all written out for the family, but this instant, none of them minded. It gave the boys another reason to fight, another person to love, and eventually another family member to lose.

 But it had been evaded this time, Gabriel had although not helped them with reaching their mother and the son of Kelly Kline, however, he had somewhat saved (Y/N) himself. Without his trickster interference, they’d have never known of her doomed fate, or have been able to fix it.

 “I’ll take that as a yes.” Dean was smug with being right, as he always was. Overall though, he was more pleased to know that they had stopped the crumbling of the bottom of the family tree, they had protected their sister, literally to the ends of the world.

 “Pick up a damn book and help me, I’m not doing all of this research by myself.” Another sign that he was indeed correct, changing the subject, how original. But neither of the brothers, more so Dean than Sam, even wanted to try and switch the mindset that (Y/N) had about the boy. They were allowed to have feelings, romantic and so on, and their sister appeared happy with the tether that was from her heart to Jack’s.

   The vampires were almost mutated. This apocalypse world had really taken a toll on all life. Michael of this plain had destroyed everything that was known to be true, even living itself. The habitat of these morsal creatures was dark, and disgusting. Humans had already tried to pass through the deadly lair to reach the other side, to get to the rebellion camp, however, no one had survived to the opposite end of things.

 (Y/N) felt hopeless, even as she walked through the home of the starving monsters. She had never been a fan of vampires, no hunter was, but this was cruel to every extent. They didn’t even appear as human anymore, their fates had been cursed by this ruined land. Without the world that was in her own, they would be worse off, everything in this dimension was.

 Everyone of their company was on edge, Dean ensured that he kept a sturdy eye forward, looking for any light. He knew (Y/N) would have to be okay, it was paved for her to be so in the other universe, she’d be fine. Of course, he still worried, that was what he did in retrospect, all day, every day, he worried that it was to be someone’s last.

 And he was right, as the monsters crept from the dark, tasting the scent of rushing blood in the air. They had lured them from their slumber, and they began to attack, dragging one of the travellers towards their death, where they would be fed on until he was completely drained. (Y/N) swung her machete, beheading one of the animals without a second glance, but perhaps she should have spared another look on the side, as she was a target.

 She was the prey to what she was raised to hunt, it wrapped its clawed hand around her leg like a coil, dragging her to the ground, and feasting its teeth into her supple flesh. This was it, there was no route away from her fate, and her body was already weak from blood loss, and so she gave up, and refused to fight. Her body was dragged into the abyss of the nest, and its members followed after her.

 Sam noticed their apparent glee, they had yet again prized food from them. He looked around to see whom it may be, and he was aghast with the sight. (Y/N) had her eyes shut as her limp form was being taken by vampires, and he froze, traumatised by the sight. And his surprised and hurt stature gave another of the beasts the perfect opportunity to rip into the rubber of his neck, and relish in the unstoppable river of blood that poured out from the fatal wound.

 “No!” Dean cried out, noticing that his sister too had disappeared. Before he could follow after the menaces and get vengeance, and possibly save his family from being the meal of savages, Castiel grasped his arm, pain rendering in the blueness of his vessel’s eyes.

 “They’re gone Dean.” His words rang through the hunter’s head. This was his worst nightmare. Gabriel’s warning had not helped at all, because (Y/N) was dead, and so was Sam. He forced himself to trudge on, pained like no other time before. Sam had died before, but he had always found a way to retrieve him back into life, and even through his tragic absence, he always had (Y/N). Now, the only other Winchester was his mother, who also needed to be saved from this damned world.

   “Think about it Sammy, Jack is going to be so pleased to see you alive, but your little sis, well, I’m sure that is going to be one hell of a reunion between them.” Lucifer smirked, he was in Nick’s body again, using it as a vessel. “And he’ll think of me as a saviour, a knight that saved his princess from a terrible fate.”

 The fallen archangel always had ulterior motives, and Sam realised that he had no choice in whether he’d rather remain dead, or be used as a bargaining chip by the devil himself. His interest in Jack was not exactly pure, it was clear to the man that he sought the backup, the power of his biological son. His intent was to creep into the boy’s mind, and decipher for the kid the difference between wrong and right.

 “That’s what you want, to lie to him about who you are?” He couldn’t exactly say he was surprised, even more so that the audience of vampires were seething to break free from Lucifer’s force. He wasn’t even supposed to be here, he should have been in the bunker, his grace feeding away at Rowena’s spell, and keeping the gate open for their return.

 “I’ll just bend the truth to fit the story, and I care about my son. As you care about your dear sister, and it would be a shame if she were not to wake, and then the news will have to be delivered to my boy, and I’m sure that would just break his half and half heart.” The celestial being, the epidemy of evil tutted at the thought, only to send Sam a mischievous smirk afterwards. “You don’t want him to be like me, but without her, he’ll be in so much pain that he won’t think about his actions. If he has (Y/N/N), then that choice will be entirely up to him, and what he believes in, yada yada yada.”

 The sight of his sister covered in her own blood, motionless on the ground, bite marks on her shoulders and elsewhere drew out a desperation in Sam. He couldn’t not allow the villain to bring her back to life, and it seemed that no matter what he disputed, that Lucifer would do it anyway, to get himself in Jack’s good books. And so he hung his head low, awaiting the personal enemy of his to resurrect the most important woman in his life.

 On first instinct, (Y/N) gasped in air. There was a lack of it rolling around the vitals of her lungs, but her breath was taken away once more, when she saw the looming of a horrifying figure, a first son of god. He was supposed to be, even if forced to do so by the traditions of magic, be at the bunker, revelling them with a way back. Rowena had been left there also, to keep the spell brewing, and a fearful eye on the hellish shadow.

 Assumingly, he had escaped his sentence, and for some reason, brought her to life. It was no mistake as to what the vampires had done to her, she could smell the spilling of her own blood over her thrifted and worn clothes, and it was gruesome. Although it was not the hunter’s first time in being a sponge to her injuries, but nevertheless, she fought to stand beside Sam, who steadied her shaken feet, and balanced out the rest of her body by looping his supportive arm around her waist.

 “Come on.” Lucifer rolled the human eyes that he wore like spectacles into the lives of the Winchesters, unimpressed by the slowness of the world’s large cockroaches. “We have places to be and sons to meet.” At his verbalised of clarity for his ungodly presence, (Y/N)’s body became rigid. His intent was to get to Jack, she couldn’t allow him to provoke a fire inside the boy.

 He was sweet and innocent, even harmless, despite the accident that had happened when he accompanied her and her brothers on a hunt. If Lucifer reached him, he would only try and navigate the darkness inside of him to be what it was, rather than try and make him change it into something brighter, something that was good, like Kelly would have wanted.

 “No.” (Y/N) refused, earning a frown from Sam and a elongated groan from Lucifer. She had died, it didn’t matter if she were to return to that fate, not if she stood by what she truly believed in. Nothing much would change, other than the vampires getting another meal from the same body, Dean already thought that she was extinguished from life, and the news would be passed on before any of them were to reach him.

 “Oh, for crying out loud!” The devil shook his wolfish head, Winchesters were always so stubborn. “I’d allow it if Sam were to stand against the gift of life, I’ve seen what is inside of his head after all, but you! You’re the priority here, you are Jack’s weakness.” This gesture of good faith seemed to be more than it was worth, but if she didn’t comply willingly, then he would force her to follow him along, and live.

 “Where’d you hear that from? He doesn’t have a weakness, he just has a good heart. I’m just another person that he lives with, a soldier that is going to fight anyone that dares to try and hurt him. And I won’t mind if I have to give my life to try and kill you.” She spat at the disgrace of heaven, hardly moved by his goal. As a Winchester, the stubbornness ran through her veins, even if the bloodline itself did not.

 “I hear things, and I did in that bunker. Like how Dean was speaking about you and Jackie boy, and how it all made sense. The shared looks, the flushed faces, all that gross stuff. He didn’t seem too happy with the circumstances, but he was content with the fact that you were alive, like you are again, because of me.”

Lucifer was the last person that (Y/N) would thank for her existence, but she realised that there was no way out of his trap, she was the bait for Jack, that would reel the boy into the wings of his dreaded father.

He could sometimes be so naive, that she feared that Jack would fall for the extension of kindness, one that hardly suited Lucifer. But that was up to him, and in this apocalyptic version of her world, anything could happen.

“She’s dead.” Dean’s voice was gravelly, it had been dragged through hope, and now the realisation that his baby brother and sister were lost to life. The eyes belonging to Jack widened, and tears began to form.

He could quite comprehend how he felt. There was a tearing in his chest, he felt as though he was being split apart, his breathing rapidly increased, and his eyes flared like the bursts of the sun.

Until whispers hit his ears, and he looked up, only to see the girl alive and well. He was not the only one relieved in the circumstances, Dean and Mary were too, but they feared the fact that Lucifer had joined them, and was being trailed by the bloodied siblings; the ones that he had saved for his selfish purposes.

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Dean X Reader Imagine #46 (REQUESTED)

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You had just gotten your daughter out of the bathtub and dressed in her pajamas. You were drying her hair. She loved when you would play with her hair before bedtime. Just as you finished brushing the child's hair your husband Dean walked in the room. He had just gotten home from his job at the car shop a little late. "Hi daddy!" the little girl greeted.

"Hey sweetheart," he said sitting down beside you.

"braids tonight sweetie?" you asked and she nodded. Dean smiled. Watching his two favorite girls in the entire world was something he never took for granted.

"Teach me?" he asked.

"To braid?" you asked making sure. He nodded.

"I'd like to learn," he said.

"Is that ok with you honey?" you asked your little girl.

"Yeah, daddy can do my hair!" she said. You switched places with Dean.

"Ok first we separate her hair into three strands," you said showing him how, 

"now you just sort of wrap the left and right strands around the middle strand. It's easier to show you," you said as you did. Before long Dean redid the braid several times by himself. soon your daughter's head started to fall back.

"Someone's sleepy," Dean said, "I'll put her to bed,". He got up and gently picked your little girl up and carried her off to bed.

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Shy’s Favorite Fic Master List

This is a list of my favorite fics I’ve come across and have read multiple times! This list is still being added to. Links go straight to their OG writers! Please enjoy! All these Fic are NSFW-MINORS DNI

UPDATED 6.3.2021

SUPERNATURAL

1. Playing God (Sam x Reader)

2. Last Ride 

by 3. Blinded In Chains 

4. One Day At A Time 

5. I’ll Listen 

6. Dean Fucking Winchester (Dean x Reader0

7. What Is and What Should Never Be 

8. Missing Pieces 

9. Dean Being Cursed To Only Tell The Truth (Dean x Reader)

10. His New Toy 

11. Sex, Secrets, and Lies 

12. Spoiler Alert 

13. The Beast 

14. Won’t You Stay 

15. The Arrangement 

16. White Picket Fence (Dean x Reader)

17. When The Lights Go Out 

18. Owe You One 

19. Babysitter For One Night 

20. Come Here Little Girl 

21. Relax 

22. I Got You 

24. Dirty Angel 

25. Rough Ride 

26. Phone Calls With Dean 

27. Whiskey Glasses

28. Bad Blood 

29. Did I Really Say That Out Loud Pt.1 

30. My Rock 

31. Not Alone 

32. The Great Debate (Sam X Reader)

MARVEL

1. Mr. Evans II-Chris Evans AU (Chris Evans x Reader)

2. In The Dark Of Night 

3. Lights Down Low

4. It’s Your Captain Tonight (Steve x Reader)

5. Safe Haven

6. Let Me Love You

7. Power Over Me (Bucky x Reader)(I read this all in one night and then realized it was like 2am and my kids wake up at like 5am-6am. It was that good)

8. Dismissed 

9. Bloody

10. Kitten 

11. Mine 

12. Punishment 

13. Let These Words Spill (Again) 

14. Sing For Me (Zemo x Reader) 

15. Bad As Ever (Bucky x Reader)

16. First Time (Zemo x Reader)

17. Twice Parts 1-3 (Prof! Zemo x Reader)

18. Up Against The Wall (Zemo x Reader)

19. Cookies and Velvet (Zemo x Reader)

20. Bubbles (Zemo x Reader)

21. Bubbles pt 2 (Zemo x Reader)

22. Allow Me One Last Goodbye (Zemo x Reader)

23. Castling (Zemo x Reader)

24. Craving (Zemo x Reader)

25. Craving pt 2 (Zemo x Reader)

26. Slow Hands (Zemo x Reader) 

27. Perfectly Exasperating (Zemo x Reader)

28. Burden Of Proof (Zemo X Reader) 

29. Heartbeat (Zemo X Reader) 

30. Let Go (Zemo x Reader) 

31. Boss Bitch (Zemo X Reader)

32. Tangled In Strings (Zemo x Reader)

33. Be My Daddy (Zemo x Reader)

34. Wandering Eyes (Zemo X Reader)

35. Katzchen (Zemo x Reader)

36. Me and My Husband (Zemo x Reader)

37. Call It Night Chapter 2 (Zemo x Reader)

38. Of Rings and Riches (Zemo x Reader)

39. Jealousy (Zemo X Reader)

40. Partition (Zemo x Reader)

41. One Last Night In Madripoor (Zemo x Reader)

42. Ingenue (Clint x Reader)

43. Bulls Eye (Clint x Reader)

44. From Every Angle You Are Perfect (Chris Hemsworth x Reader)

45. Dangerous Territory (Clint x Reader)

46. Honey (Clint x Reader)

47. Begging (Clint x Reader)

48. Slow Hands (Clint x Reader)

49. Dessert (Bucky x Reader)

50. Mirror (Bucky x Reader)

51. I Like You Better Than Anything Else In The Sky (Sam Wilson x Reader)

52. One Night Stand (Bucky x Reader)

53. Not So Shy Now (Bucky x Reader)

54. I’ve Got You (Bucky x Reader)

55. Suck (Steve x Reader)

56. Praise (Loki x Reader)

57. Shared (Evans x Reader, Stan x Reader, Cavill x Reader, Evans x Cavill x Reader)

58. Dance Hall Days (Steve x Reader)

59. I Think He Knows (Loki x Reader)

60. Sex Pollen (Thor x Reader)

61. Treat You Well (Stan x Mackie x Reader)

62. In The Dark Of Night (Loki X Reader)

63. Lights Down Low (Bucky X Reader)

STAR WARS

1. Rough Day (Anakin x Reader)

2. Over The Moon (Obi Wan x Reader)

HARRY POTTER

1. I Dare You

2. Malfoys Gone Soft (Malfoy x Reader)

THE ALIENIST

1. Something Wicked This Way Comes (Dark!Laszlo x Fem! Reader)

2. By The Prickling Of My Thumb (Dark!Laszlo x Fem! Reader)

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[n1ght5h4d3-24]

The AntiChrist and the Nephilims (Chapter 2)

{Previously}

The next day, Piper and Jack had already been awake when morning came around. However, Piper darted out of the room when she heard a scream. Jack followed his sister and the two of them arrived at Emily's room. Ms. Mead was already there and she was holding two dead black snakes.

"This is good eating" she comments.

Emily looks at her repulsed by the idea of eating snakes. Ms. Mead turned around and walked out of the room, not saying anything to the twins. Piper slipped into the room to check on Emily.

"Are you alright?" She asks.

"Yes, they just startled me" Emily answered.

"How'd they even get in here? I thought everything outside died due to the radiation because of the missiles" Jack said.

"I thought so too, until you two showed up. And then those snakes" Emily said.

"Jack, we should probably go. Remember, it's our duty to serve while we're here and we don't want to get into trouble" Piper tells her brother.

"She's right. You guys can go now. I'm alright, I promise" Emily said.

Jack looked her over before following his sister out of the room. The twins headed down to the living area where they stood beside Mallory, conversing with her when they weren't called on.

That afternoon when the survivors in Outpost 3 relaxed while the grays did chores, an alarm went off. The twins looked at each other before rushing over to Mallory.

"What's going on?" Jack asked.

"I think that's the proximity alarm. We've had a breach" Mallory tells him.

The twins looked at each other in concern. Ms. Mead and Ms. Venable looked at each other before leaving to see what got into Outpost 3. The purples began to whisper amongst themselves, wondering what breached the underground bunker.

When dinner came around, the nutritional cubes were not served this time. This time, it was snake soup. Ms. Mead poured the soup in to bowls and it was up to the greys to serve them to the purples. Once all the purples had been given bowls of soup, the greys got their own bowls of soup. However, no one got the chance to eat because black snakes slithered out of the bowls and the pot. The purples jumped back in fear and the greys dropped their bowls. Ms. Mead lead everyone to the sitting room.

"Who's in your office Ms. Venable?" Emily asked.

Ms. Venable didn't get a chance to answer because there were footsteps coming towards the sitting room. The twins looked up from where they stood against the wall to see a man dressed in black and had long dirty blonde hair. He moved to stand by Ms. Venable only to tilt his head at her, making her move out of his way then stood in her place.

"Jack, I don't like him. I can feel some kind of evil vibe coming off of him" Piper whispered to her twin quietly so no one else could hear.

"I can feel it too Pipes, just stay calm" Jack told his sister.

"My name is Langdon and I represent the Cooperative. I won't sugarcoat the situation, humanity is on the brink of failure. My arrival here was crucial to the survival of civilized life on Earth. The three other compounds in Syracuse, New York, Beckley, West Virginia, and San Angelo, Texas have been overrun and destroyed. We've had no contact from the six international outposts, but we are assuming that they, too, have been eliminated." the man spoke.

"What happened to the people inside?" Andre asked.

"Massacred. The same fate that will befall almost all of you" Langdon answered.

"Almost all?" Evie asked.

"In the knowledge that this very moment might occur, we built a failsafe The Sanctuary. The Sanctuary is unique. It has certain security measures that will prevent overrun." Langdon stated.

"Excuse me sir, what measures? And why weren't we given them?" Ms. Mead asked him.

"That's classified" Langdon answered her.

"All that matters is that The Sanctuary will survive, so the people populating it will survive, so humanity will survive." he continued.

"Who are the people populating it?" Mr. Gallant asked.

"That's also classified" Langdon told him.

"However, I have been sent to determine if any of you are worthy and fit to join us." he said.

The survivors whispered and murmured amongst themselves at the new information of a possible chance of surviving the radiation outside.

"The Cooperative has developed a particular and rigorous questioning technique we like to call "Cooperating." I will then use the information gained to determine if you belong." Langdon continued, interrupting everyone's discussions.

"What is this, the Hunger Games? This is bullshit" Coco commented. "I paid my way in here, and that is the only cooperating I plan on doing" she continued.

"You don't have to sit for questioning" Langdon said.

"What happens if we choose not to?" Timothy asked.

"Then you stay here and die" Langdon tells him.

"I volunteer to go first" Mr. Gallant said, raising his hand.

"And so you shall. For those of you who don't make the cut, all is not lost. If the worst should happen and feral cannibals come knocking, down one of these. One minute later, you fall asleep and never wake up. I look forward to meeting each and every one of you." Langdon said as he held up a small vile of pills.

"Well smooth move, asking to go first" Coco tells her friend Mr. Gallant.

Langdon and Mr. Gallant walked out of the sitting area. Everyone else talked amongst themselves, Evie and Coco began to argue.

"There's an old actor's adage. Either go first or go last" Evie said.

"You're not going anywhere" Coco told her.

"Are you suggesting that he is going to pass me up?" Evie asked her.

"You're ancient. He's looking for people to repopulate the Earth, not fill a bingo hall." Coco tells her.

"You know, for someone with the mental capacity of a three-year-old, I suppose 52 might seem ancient." Evie replied to Coco.

The twins watched the two women fight, before following Mallory's lead to returning to the kitchen and cleaning up the spilled soup. Mr. Gallant's interview lasted all day and everyone returned to their rooms come lights out. 

[Next]

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[alwayskeepfightinglilwinchesters]

Imagine: Having violent night terrors and dream-reality confusion (DRC) after a hunt gone wrong with Sam and Dean there to comfort you. 

"How's Y/N?" You hear Sam asks as Cas steps out of your dimly lit room. Pulling a pillow over your head, you try not to listen in on what he has to say, knowing it can't be anything good. Your body has healed from your close encounter with Death after you helped Jack and Cas take down some Grigori, but there is one thing that neither of them can help bring back: your soul. Luckily, they were able to get to you before any more permanent damage could be done. If a Grigori feeds long enough, the damage is fatal and a Grigori's victims are one of the few things that an angel cannot heal. 

Despite not having your soul anymore, your dreams give you constant reminders of what it was like to be whole and to be able to feel... anything. Being awake feels like what would be a nightmare for a normal human; if they one day lost the ability to care about the people closest to them, they wouldn't be able to cope. Yet for a hunter, it's agony. The saying that tomorrow isn't guaranteed has extra meaning for hunters, because they put their lives on the line at every waking moment to try to protect everyday people who don't know about the supernatural. So, the fact that you no longer have the ability whether your best friends in the whole world die the next time they go fight a big bad is agony to you. 

You don't know how to cope with it, so you stay in bed all day. The ceiling has become your new best friend, with the chipped plaster in the corner of it constantly being your main focus. Sam, Dean, Jack, and Cas have all tried to check in on you from time to time, but you shut them all out. Castiel, you physically can't because of his wings and ability to go wherever isn't warded but you've never said a word each time he presses his fingers to your temple. 

What's even worse for you, though: is when you go to sleep every night. In your dreams, you're whole again and can feel every emotion if you wanted to. Unfortunately, only two emotions ever come up when you're asleep: pain and suffering. Each time you close your eyes, you dream about watching Dean getting ripped apart by something or Cas get stabbed by an angel sword. Each time when you wake up, you wonder whether your friends are actually dead and all alone. The worst part about all of it is that you couldn't care less, and that's what scares you the most. 

The first time you cried about it, you had a glimmer of hope that your soul was somehow back yet as your mind caught up to your waking body, those tears quickly dried. With each waking morning, the time it takes for you to realize that your friends are still alive becomes longer and longer, yet you never have the motivation to get out of bed to go see for yourself whether it's true or not. 

At some point, you know you have to get up and eat but you also hope that if you let your body feel hungry, maybe somehow... someway, it'll feel something else too. Anything else  would be better than nothing to you at this point. For Sam, he never got hungry which has been the same for you. While you don't have a need to sleep anymore really, you find that it's the only way to escape from the endless realm of nothingness. 

You can hear a loud knocking on the door that you know belongs to Dean. He's the only one out of the four of them that would tear it down in a heartbeat if you showed any sign of wanting to see him. As much as he hasn't wanted to, he's kept his distance only because he still has hope he'll find a way to get your soul back. Every now and then though, he'll knock on your door in the slight hope that you'll tell him to come in. This instance however, is not one of those times. 

More muffled whispering can be heard from under your pillow and behind the door, and you only lift the pillow off of your face when you hear the footsteps fade away. With a sigh, you roll over on your side and close your eyes with no prospects of having a pleasurable dream. 

In the kitchen... 

"Okay, Rowena." Sam says, gripping the phone a little tighter in his hand. "Thanks." 

"Nothing?" Dean asks as Sam hangs up the phone. When he shakes his head, Dean slams the table with his fist and yells "Damn it!" 

"We'll just have to keep looking!" Jack says. "The Book of the Damned must have something Rowena can use." 

"How do we know she's even reading it? We should just go and take it." Dean grits his teeth. 

"We need to be here for Y/N, Dean." Sam replies. 

"Why, Sammy?! Be here and watch Y/N waste away to nothing?! No, screw that. Give me the phone." 

"Why?" 

"So I can find out where the witch is myself and see if we can actually do something about this!" Dean yells. 

In your room... 

"do something...!" Dean cries out, reaching his bloody hand out for yours. Struggling to move or doing anything you watch helplessly, the hellhound digs its claws into his chest and his blood splatters onto your face. Screaming bloody murder, you sit up and scratch at your hands to wipe away the imaginary blood vigorously. It isn't until the door comes riping off its hinges that you're snapped out of it and see the four men barrel into the room, various weapons in hand. 

"Y/N!" Sam exclaims, seeing you sit up in bed with wide eyes. When you look down again, you notice the only blood on your arms is your own from your deep scratches from your wrist to your elbow. 

"Crap..." Dean whispers, noticing the extensive damage you've done to yourself. 

"I had a dream." You mutter flatly, looking at your sheets as Cas walks over and places his hand on your temple to heal you. "Thanks, I guess." You pull your wrist out of his hand and look up to watch him walk back to the others standing in the doorway. 

"Do, uh..." Sam clears his throat. "Do you want to tell us about these dreams you've been having?" 

With a shrug and an eyeroll, you sit up a little. Them being so close to you would have probably once brought you comfort, but right now all you can think about is how pointless it is for them to be here or for you to tell them about your nightmares. Not seeing any reason not to tell them either, you mutter out "Just dreams that you guys die. It's different every night." 

"Y/N..." Sam whispers, his brown eyes widening a little. He takes a step further into your room and you watch the others do the same. You don't move, but you don't acknowledge their presense either. 

"It's whatever." You shrug. 

"Why did you scream if it's just 'whatever'?" Dean crosses his arms. He does have a point, and this time you do shift a little, only because the head of the bedframe was digging into your shoulder at an awkward angle. 

"I guess... in my dreams... I feel scared. And sad." You sigh. "Wish I could feel anything, right about now." 

Dean nods and sits on the edge of your bed. After a couple of seconds of silence, you see Jack walk around to sit on the left edge while Sam goes around to the right. "We're going to fix this, Y/N." Dean finally says. You look into his green eyes with your expressionless Y/E/C ones and see how sad he looks. Looking around at the others, you see them give varying signs of reassurance. 

"Is it alright if we stay with you while you fall asleep?" Jack asks with a small smile. "It's okay if you don't want us to-" 

"No." You interrupt. "I mean, no..." You sigh. "That would be fine, I guess." Sam's hand which has been inches away from yours since he sat down, reaches over to give yours a reassuring squeeze. Not caring anymore about being self-conscious with all the the staring eyes, you close your eyes without another word. 

This time, however... feels slightly different. When you open your eyes in your dream, instead of feeling scared you actually think you feel comfort for the first time since your soul was ripped out of you.

#supernatural #spnimagine #spnimagines #spn #imagines #imagine #samwinchester #deanwinchester #spnfamiiy

[selsprompts]

Double trouble

Dean x reader x Sam one shot (fem reader)

Warnings; implied smutt, cursing, Dom reader (this is NOT a threesome FYI)

Insight; Dean seems to be making the reader frustrated so she looks to Sam to release some stress instead.

“so what now..” Dean said pacing the room fiddling with his hands.

You looked up at him with hands on your hips and your jaw slack, your half naked body shivering and impatient.

“what do you mean ‘what now?’ You asked to hook up EVEN though you KNOW I don’t do it-”

“I know hot mouth. Maybe if you just listen you’d know I was just ask-”

You put a hand up infront of your face to stop him from speaking and looked down.

“WATCH the tone Winchester, I’m not some girl you met at the bar”

“Y/n I didn’t mean it like that...”

You looked at him in the eyes. All deans been doing all day is insulting you, you wanted to let off steam... even if this wasn’t your go to choice on how.

“Whatever dean” you rolled your eyes

“Oh come on don’t play coy, come like a good girl” he said as he came to grab you by the hips.

“mistress” you pulled away and looked up at him.

“No. I’m not calling you that” Dean turned away from you giggling

“Why not? You offered to help ME let off steam!” Throwing your hands up in the air from frustration.

“Y/n, I don’t feel like it anymore... I’m sorry I-”

“Oh so you don’t feel like it when I tell you what to do?”

You scoffed and left the room half naked pausing in the middle of the hallway looking at Sams room.

It’s not like he didn’t have a thing for you, of course he did, just never made a move out of respect for dean.

I mean...no- I can’t? What have I got to lose anyways, Screw it sammys obedient.

I walked into the room locking the door behind me,

“So you wanna finish the job Sam” you stalked towards him on his bed.

Sam fumbled his laptop around before standing up and throwing a shirt at your figure.

“Woah y/n put some clothes o-on-”

You smiled.

“come on big boy Sam, take me for a ride”

He tried to avert his eyes but you came closer touching his shirt.

“what about d-dean-?”

“I’m in your room remember not his” you winked and slid your hands down further.

“are you sure... Y/n I don’t want you to regret whatever it is that you plan to do-”

You gripped the growing bulge in his pants.

“FOR THE LOVE OF GOD FUCK ME SAM”

He smirked

“I know, I just wanted to hear you say it baby”

You put a hand on his shoulder pushing him down, he complied.

“Mistress”

He kneeled looking up at you.

“Yes mistress”

“I’m sooo good”

You smiled and enjoyed letting off steam for several...long... erotic.. hours....

#sam winchester #sam winchester imagine #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x you #supernatural #spn #spnimagine #supernatural imagine #sam and dean #dean winchester #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester one shot #sam winchester one shot #spn one shot #supernatural one shot #sam winchester smutt #dean winchester smutt #spn smutt #supernatural smutt #selenasprompts

[the-mythical-lifes]

Daddy Cool - Part 1

VOR 3 WOCHEN - 

Natürlich bin ich dem Wunsch meines Vaters nachgekommen. Wie könnte ich ihm so einen Wunsch auch abschlagen. Der Wunsch meines alten Herren war es, zu ihm in die Nähe zu ziehen. Nach meiner Trennung von meinem Freund - nun Ex-Freund- , wollte er einfach gerne ein Auge auf mich werfen. Er war selbst allein. Die Scheidung war nicht einfach für ihn, auch nicht für mich. Nur meine Mutter konnte anscheinend besser damit umgehen. Als sich meine Eltern vor ungefähr 11 Jahren trennten, dauerte es nicht lange bis sie jemand Neuen hatte. Mein Dad allerdings ist noch immer alleine und ich weiß wie das an ihm nagt. Also habe ich eingewilligt in seine Nachbarschaft zu ziehen. Sein Haus ist nur eine 5-minütige Autofahrt entfernt. Er stellt mir das Haus seiner verstorbenen Schwester zur Verfügung, es ist aber etwas renovierungsbedürftig. - HEUTE -

Ich fahre an der überfüllten Altstadt vorbei, an schönen Nachbarhäusern mit gepflegten Gärten, bis hin zu dem älteren, aber doch charmanten, kleinen Haus. Mein Auto parke ich in der Einfahrt. „Na endlich Häschen!“, mein Papa kommt mir freudestrahlend entgegen. „Du hast dir ganz schön Zeit gelassen.“. „Ich hab mir eben meine Umgebung noch genau angeschaut.“, mit diesen Worten schließe ich die Lücke zwischen uns beiden und falle Papa in die Arme „Ich hab dich vermisst.“ flüstert er an mein Ohr. „Ich hoffe du bist motiviert genug um alle Karton auszupacken. Mein Tag heute ist noch sehr vollgestopft.“

„Tut mit Leid Häschen, aber ich muss gleich weiter zur Station. Ich wollte nur sehen, dass du gut ankommst!“ und schon drückt er mich noch einmal kurz und steigt in sein Polizeiauto. Traurig sehe ich ihn an. „Übrigens super mit dem Polizeiwagen zu kommen, wahrscheinlich denken meine neuen Nachbarn ich sei kriminell.“, lache ich.

Völlig verzweifelt stehe ich in der Küche und versuche alle Küchenutensilien zu ordnen und einzuräumen. Das hält ja keiner aus. - Klar war es eine gute Idee alleine in ein reißen Haus zu ziehen - Als ich vor 3 Wochen alles eingepackt habe, hab ich mich schon gefragt, wie ein Mensch so viel Zeug haben kann. Teller, Schüsseln, Töpfe, Pfannen, Backformen, Topflappen, Geschirrtücher. Wie soll ich das alles unterbringen? Ich beschließe erst einmal das gesamte Haus zu lüften, hier riecht es nach Motten, Staub und irgendetwas undefinierbarem. Und wenn ich schon dabei bin kann ich auch gleich mein Handy anstellen, um Musik zu hören, dann könnte es vielleicht etwas leichter gehen. 

Just take those old records off the shelf 

I sit and listen to them by myself

Schon viel besser, mit dem Besen in der Hand fange ich an die Spinnweben zu beseitigen, in der Hoffnung auf keine Spinne zu treffen. Hier wurde seit Jahren nicht sauber gemacht.

Todays music aint got that same soul

I like that old time rock ´ n ´ roll

Nach den Spinnweben sind die Schränke dran. Ich nehme einen feuchten Lappen und wische sie alle ab, innen, außen, oben, unten. Einfach überall sind sie so verstaubt.

I like that old time Rock & Roll

Dont try to take me to a disco

Zum Schluss räume ich die Teller, Tassen und Gläser ein. Töpfe, Pfannen und Kochgeschirr räume ich in die Schubläden unter den Arbeitsflächen. Mein Besteck kommt direkt daneben hinein. 

You never even get me out on the floor

In 10 minutes I’ll be late for the door

I like that old time Rock´n´Roll

„Papa, warum tanzt die Frau so komisch“, panisch drehe ich mich um, nur um ein kleines niedliches Mädchen und einen verdammt gut aussehenden Papa dazu zu sehen. Schnell versucht er, der kleinen den Mund zuzuhalten. Aber zu spät, ich habe die beiden bereits gesehen. „Entschuldigung, die Tür stand offen und wir wollten nur die neuen Nachbarn begrüßen.“, entschuldigt sich der Vater. „Das stimmt doch gar nicht! Du wolltest doch nur se….“, ein weiteres Mal hält er ihr den Mund zu und wird etwas rot im Gesicht. Ich kann mir ein kleines Lachen nicht verdrücken. Sie scheint gerade 4 oder 5 Jahre alt zu sein. Ausgeschlossen ist sie sein Kind. Sie haben beide die gleichen dunkelblonden Haare, wunderschöne grüne Augen und viele Sommersprossen. Er nimmt sie hoch in den Arm und setzt sie locker auf seiner rechten Hüfte ab. Sofort schlingt sie ihre kleinen Ärmchen um seinen Hals. Ich gehe den beiden entgegen und strecke ihm meine Hand entgegen. „Ich bin (Y/N).“ Mit einer starken Hand nimmt er meine und schenkt mir ein großes Lächeln „Hallo (Y/N), ich bin Dean und die kleine Lady hier ist meine Tochter Emily. Wir wohnen gleich nebenan.“ 

Ich richte meine Aufmerksamkeit der ´kleinen Lady´ zu „Hallo Emily, schön dich und deinen Papa kennenzulernen.“ Sie grinst mich kurz an und versteckt schnell ihr hübsches Lächeln in Deans Hals. 

„Wohnst du hier ganz alleine? Oder kommt der Rest noch?“, fragt Dean neugierig und sieht sich etwas in meinem Wohnzimmer um.

„Nicht ganz allein. Charly sollte morgen kommen werden. Dann bin ich nicht mehr ganz so alleine“ Dean sieht mich verwundert an. „Und dann machst du die ganze Arbeit ganz allein. Kann er dir denn nicht helfen?“ sagt er und kratzt sich mit seinem freien Arm am Hinterkopf.

„Naja, er wäre mir keine große Hilfe beim Kisten auspacken. Er würde nur alles vollsabbern und mit seinem Schwanz alles umschmeißen.“ lache ich bei dem Gedanken daran.

Deans Augen weiten sich und ich sehe ihm genau an, dass ihm die Worte fehlen.

„Charly ist mein Hund. Eine Freundin bringt ihn mir morgen vorbei, weil ich heute mit den ganzen Kisten keinen Platz im Auto hatte.“

„Oh, dein Hund… ähm… klar. Ich dachte kurz….“ beginnt er seinen Satz nervös. „Papa, können wir Charly morgen besuchen kommen? Oh bitte bitte bitte bitte bitte bitte…“

„Bist du ein Hunde-Fan Emily?“ frage ich sie. Die kleine springt mit einem Hops aus den Armen ihres Papas und beginnt zu erzählen „Ich liebe Hunde! Ich wollte schon immer einen Hund haben, am liebsten einen großen. Hunde sind die tollsten Tiere der Welt. Aber Papa sagt wir haben nicht genügend Zeit für einen Hund. Aber ich will unbedingt einen Hund haben.“ Dem Funkeln in ihren grünen Augen kann man nicht widerstehen. 

„Wenn du morgen Zeit hast und dein Papa dich lässt, darfst du gerne kommen um Charly zu besuchen. Und wenn du ganz mutig bist darfst du ihm ein Leckerli geben. Klingt das gut?“

Emily sieht mich mit großen strahlenden Augen an und grinst bis über beide Ohren. Sie dreht sich mit dem selben Blick zu ihrem Papa um und fragt „Oh Papa bitte darf ich morgen wieder zu (Y/N), ich möchte sooooo gerne Charly kennenlernen. Darf ich?“

Sein Blick wandert zu mir, um sich zu versichern, dass es wirklich in Ordnung ist. „Wenn es für (Y/N) wirklich keine Umstände macht und wir sie nicht zu sehr davon abhalten in ihr Haus zu ziehen, dann ja können wir morgen noch einmal vorbei schauen. Vielleicht kann ich im Gegenzug beim Kisten ausräumen helfen?“ 

„Vielleicht komme ich auf das Angebot zurück. Morgen kommen die großen schweren Möbel. Dann sehen wir uns morgen ihr zwei! Charly wird bestimmt froh sein eine neue Freundin zu bekommen Emily.“ 

Die beiden verabschieden sich und ich gehe weiter der lästigen Auspack-Arbeit nach.

ein paar Stunden später - 

„Hallo mein Häschen. Ich hab Abendessen mitgebracht. Du isst immer noch jeden Montag Taccos?“ kommt mein Papa durch die, noch immer geöffnete, Tür. In einer Hand eine große Tüte, in der anderen ein großes Getränk mit einem Strohhalm darin. „Danke Papa! Dass du dich daran noch erinnerst, dass ich während meiner Studienzeit Montags Taccos esse.“ 

Zusammen essen wir unsere Taccos und erzählen uns von unserem Tag. 

der nächste Tag - 

Mein Wecker klingelt leider sehr früh und ich möchte am liebsten liegen bleiben. Ich habe es noch nicht geschafft alle Möbel aufzubauen, deshalb liegt meine Bettmatratze noch auf dem Boden. Zum Glück kommt heute Amy und mein Dad vorbei. Vielleicht kommt ja Dean wirklich vorbei, dann könnte Emily mit Charly im Garten spielen, dann würde der Vierbeiner nicht immer im Weg rumstehen. Langsam stehe ich auf und ziehe mir eine lockere zerrissene Jeans an, schmeiße mir ein viel zu großes David Bowie T-Shirt über und stecke meine Haare in einen Pferdeschwanz. Amy hat mir bereits vor einer Stunde geschrieben, dass sie unterwegs sind. Sie hat mir auch ein Bild geschickt, auf dem man sie und Charly sieht wie sie in dem großen Transporter sitzen. Freue ich mich auf Charly, auch wenn es jetzt nur 2 Tage waren, vermisse ich meine treue Seele. 

Ich mache mich auf den Weg in die Küche, um die Kaffeemaschine anzuschalten. Das erste Gerät, welches ich angeschlossen habe. Mit meinem heißen Kaffee setze ich mich auf meine Veranda. Beim Hinsetzen fängt der Stuhl unter mir zu knacksen an. Okay, vielleicht sollte ich die alten Stühle ersetzen. Vor dem letzten Schluck Kaffee fährt auch schon das Polizeiauto von Papa in meine Einfahrt. „Du musst heute doch arbeiten?“, frage ich als ich seine Uniform sehe. Er nickt entschuldigend. „Es tut mir leid, aber Jo ist krank geworden, also muss ich einspringen. Aber sobald ich weg kann, komm ich und helfe dir. Ist Amy schon auf dem Weg?“

Ich nicke und bringe meine Kaffeetasse hinein. Zusammen beginnen wir das Bett aufzubauen. Leichter gesagt als getan. Papa war schon immer ein ungeduldiger Mensch. Egal wie ich es mache, mache ich es falsch. „Ich halte das doch so wie du willst!“ „Nein! Nimm es endlich richtig!“ schreit er mich an. „Ich wusste genau, warum ich die Möbel aufbauen lassen wollte!“, schreie ich ihn an.

„Mich hätte es auch gewundert, wenn ihr zwei euch nicht streiten würdet.“, höre ich eine mir all zu bekannte Stimme. Bevor ich mich umdrehen kann, springt mir auch Charly gleich entgegen und versucht mir das Gesicht abzuschlecken. Ich habe ihn so sehr vermisst, dass ich es ausnahmsweise zu lasse. Nach einer weiteren Schleck-Attacke schaffe ich es aufzustehen und Amy zu umarmen. „Danke Amy, dass du mir hilfst und mir Charly und die restlichen Sachen nimmst.“ 

Ding Dong

„Erwartest du noch jemanden?“, fragt mich Amy.

Ich gehe die Treppe hinunter und höre schon meine beiden Nachbarn. „Aber gestern sind wir doch auch einfach rein Papa. Ich will Charly streicheln.“ 

„Du kannst nicht einfach in fremde Häuser gehen Ems.“, zügelt sie Dean. 

Mit Charly im Schlepptau komme ich bei den beiden an und sehe bereits Emilys Strahlen. Sie hat die Haare auch zu einem Zopf gebunden und ein zu großes schwarzes T-Shirt an, in Kombination mit einer Jeans. Als hätten wir uns abgesprochen. 

Charly möchte unsere beiden Nachbaren gleich mit einem lauten Bellen begrüßen und setzt zum Anspringen an. „Aus! Sitz Charly!“, Charly folgt und bleibt vor den beiden sitzen. 

„Den Trick in der Erziehung musst du mir beibringen.“ staunt Dean. Emily sieht mich erwartungsvoll an und ich signalisiere ihr mit einem freundlichen Nicken, dass sie Charly streicheln darf. „Papa das ist der liebste und süßeste Golden Retriever den ich kenne.“ sagt sie zu ihrem Vater. Dean grinst zu mir rüber „Ich glaube du hast von nun an einen Hundesitter, falls du einen brauchen solltest.“ 

Ich kniee mich zu Emily runter und zeige ihr Charlys Lieblings-Kraulstelle unter der Schnauze. „Emily du darfst jeder Zeit rüber kommen um mit Charly zu spielen.“ Sie dreht sich zu mir her und funkelt mir mit ihren grünen Augen zu. „(Y/N), du bist die coolste Nachbarin die wir haben.“ ruft sie ganz euphorisch und streckt beide Arme in die Luft, um danach gleich wieder Charly zu streicheln. 

Ich stehe auf und richte mich an Dean. „Also falls dein Angebot noch steht mit dem Kisten auspacken und Schleppen…. Mein Dad muss leider doch arbeiten und eine weitere Hand könnte mir sehr behilflich sein.“

„(Y/N) entweder du kommst sofort nach oben und baust das Bett mit deinem Paps zusammen oder ich fahr gleich wieder nach Hause!“, höre ich von oben. Dean folgt mir die Treppe rauf, nachdem er sich vergewissert hat, dass Emily und Charly zusammen klar kommen. „Ruf wenn etwas ist Ems!“

Wir kommen in meinem Schlafzimmer an und sehen eine verärgerte Amy und meinen Dad vor Wut fast überkochen.

„Dean? Was machst du denn hier?“

Deans Augen weiten sich und er schluckt. 

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[samwiinchesterr]

Summary: You and the boys just finished up a hunt. You took out a nest of vampires, killed them all. It was a successful hunt and you guys won, but it was still hard to kill sometimes. Dean headed to the bar with Sam, you stayed at the motel to pack and to fall asleep early. Sam comes back first, and he’s really drunk. 

Pairing: Sam x (Gender Neutral) Reader

Word Count: 523

Warnings: Drunk Sammy, and Sam fluff.  

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You hear a knock at the door, so you cautiously open it to be prepared for anything, but it’s just Sam. He stumbles right in and knocks his leg into the table.

“We got any beers left?” He mumbles at the door of the fridge.

“Maybe you should open it and check.” You laugh as you sat yourself onto your bed to watch Sam fumble with the fridge handle. “Are you drunk?” Sam abruptly stands up straight and folds his arms, turning toward you.

“Noooo. Why would you think that?” He purses his lips and averts your eyes.

“I don’t know, maybe just because you seem really… trashed?” You say standing up and folding your arms right back at him, stifling your laugh. His eyes meet yours and he squints, then bursts into a laughing fit and unfolds his arms. You let yourself chuckle, still standing with your arms crossed.

“Okay, yeah. Hell yeah.” He says walking up to you. “Y’know, I gotta tell you something, Y/N.” “Alright, tell me.” You say as Sam keeps walking toward you. He stops when his toes are just about to touch yours.

“You’re amazing, and I just… I love you.” He says putting his hands on your shoulders, with a drunk look on his face. Your face softens and you don’t understand if he’s saying this in the way you want him to mean it.

“Yeah, and I love you too, Sam.” You say in a casual, but chipper tone, returning the ‘I love you’ like normal.

“No, like I-… Y/N, I really… really love you. You’re the one person I’ve felt totally connected to in my whole life. You get me, and you make me feel … safe. And nothing makes me happier than spending time with you. Which is why I walked home from the bar, so Dean could hook up with some chick and I could spend my time with you.” Sam slurred through this little confession, but he meant every word. You could see it in his eyes, and in that goofy smile he gave you afterwards. You couldn’t help yourself, you put your hands on either side of his face and you kissed him. He was shocked, but soon after your lips collided you could feel a smile on his lips and his hands found their way up your back. Your arms folded behind his neck and you pushed yourself up on your tippy toes, and then you heard the door open. 

Dean…

“Am I interrupting something here?” Dean says popping in with a girl on his arm. You and Sam pulled away from each other immediately.

“Yes… yes you are. Go away.” Sam says in a serious tone, but still with a slight smile on his face.

“Okay, okay… just be careful you two.” Dean says with a smirk and a wink before backing out of the motel room. You and Sam laugh and turn back to each other, and your cheeks begin to burn as Sam gives you that same smile he did right before you kissed him.

“Where were we?” Sam questioned before kissing you again.

Finally... 

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[pvre-angel]

baby. | dean winchester

dean winchester x reader: dean wakes up to find you, and his impala gone.

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dean forced himself awake from what was probably the best sleep he’s had in months. in the midst of all the angel, demon, ghost crap he dealt with on a daily basis there was little time for rest. he rubbed his eyes before checking the watch strapped onto his wrist. 

11:47 a.m. 

that’s about five hours later than he usually wakes up. though he was pleased to have gotten well rested for once, he worried he might have missed something. not being woken by his brother or his girlfriend with news of another case was the strange. dean reached for you, only to find your spot empty. this made him quick on his feet, the hotel room seemed normal, sammy passed out on the other bed. 

“sam!” he called to his brother, smacking the back of his leg as he passed. “what? what is it? what’s wrong?” sam replied, sitting up quickly. “where’s (y/n)?” dean asked, looking around for anything weird. 

“I don’t know, dean. i didn’t see or hear anything.” sam said, a little worried. it might not seem like such a big deal to anyone else, but the winchesters were more used to things going wrong, to the people they loved dying or disappearing. it wasn’t hard to jump to the worst possible conclusion.

dean paused, nothing was out of the ordinary. nothing except your shoes, jacket, and the keys to his chevy impala were missing. 

he opened the door, and sure enough the impala that was parked right in front of the hotel room was gone. “she took my car.” dean said in frustration as he turned to sam. he was about to text you when he spotted your phone sitting on the table. 

“she took my damn car.” dean shook his head. “okay and? dean i’m sure that means she’s alright. if something was wrong, she knows where all the hunting gear is.” sam had a point, which did help calm dean down. he had been with you for a year now, and has only ever let you drive the car while he was with you. he wasn’t mad that you took his car, but you, his brother and that chevy impala were the three most important things to him. he just would have rather you let him know, a note or a text, anything.

sam came outside and stood next to dean, looking out at the empty parking lot and the sun beaming down onto the road. 

the rumble of the impala could be heard even though it was still down the road. they didn’t need to see it to know that you were almost back. still, dean’s eyes searched. soon enough, you pulled in with a sharp turn and hit the brakes for an abrupt stop. sam was amused at dean’s expression as he watch you. 

“sam.” dean said before you got out of the car. “my baby, driving my baby,” he looked up to his younger brother as he paused. “that’s got to be the hottest thing i’ve ever seen.” 

“well?” you said as you slammed the door. you held a tray containing three coffees in one hand and a pie in the other.

 “anyone want some pie?” 

dean was infatuated. “and she brought pie? sam, oh my god i friggin’ love that girl.” 

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