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[justroaminground]

hot mess (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Weeeeelll, hi and hello!

here i am back with another one shot! hehe i already would like to say sorry, i don't know where that came from! i just hope you enjoy it.

summary: sam and dean are family friends and sam decides to join your dad on an investigation, while you stay back with dean. ;) you basically teas him until he can not control himself any longer..whopsi

warnings: just smut, FILTHY smut!, age gap (but legal), creampie, no protection used,

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"well, i guess we have to wait then." you said while exhaling loudly, walking from the door back to the kitchen table where dean was sitting.

one of his hands rested on the table, holding a beer, while the other hand was resting on his thigh. when you turned around from the door to dean, you caught him checking you out. his gaze immediately went from your body back onto the floor and he nibbled on his lower lip.

your dad and sam just took of, checking out a hint. the 4 of you were solving a case and your dad needed some back up. sam and your dad were on the way, breaking into a police station to get some evidence. knowing this would take quiet a while, you had to spent the time with dean in your house.

dean never knew when to stop hitting on woman, but he never dared to talk to you that way. knowing your dad, his respect for your dad was unbelievable high. you sure as hell were exactly his type and the two of you had some hot flirts, but it never got any further. unfortunately.

you walked over to the fridge, to get yourself another beer.

"don't think you should be drinking right now y/n" dean spoke up.

"dad's not her and i am pretty sure they won't need us." you shrugged and opened it up. "cheers" you smiled sweetly while gesturing him to drink with you.

"what makes you so sure?" he asked with a interested expression.

swallowing the first gulp of the beer. you sat right opposite of him on at the table. you placed the beer on the table and held it with both hands.

"i feel like your brother is..very good at what he's doin' ya know?" you explained to him and looked straight into his eyes.

loosening the grip with one hand from the beer bottle you placed one finger on the bottleneck and stroke it a little to remove the water drops. since the beer was so cold and the room itself was pretty hot, there formed water drops on the bottle and you always had the ick to remove them.

"what? my brother seems to be a better help than i am?" dean smirked and tried to provoke you into saying something nice about him.

a grin formed on your lips and you decided to act exactly against his will. "well i gotta admit. it may does not seem like it, but some girls are into nerds dean." you confessed and bit your lower lip.

before he was able to say something, he watched your fingers. sliding over the bottle. dean couldn't help, but his filthy thoughts about you just raced through his mind. comprehending what you just said, his jaw clenched and his eyes shot from the bottle back up to you.

seeing this very raw side of him, made you shiver. the little hairs on your neck stood up and you pressed your thighs together. feeling your pussy getting a heartbeat.

dean already had his next words on his tongue, ready to spit them out. "let me convince you otherwise", but he kept them to himself. he broke the very intense eye contact and laughed quietly. one side of him, wanted to care for you so bad, but his logical thinking told him otherwise. he could possibly be your father. thing's just got hard for him, because you were a clever, attractive young woman, being very grown up for your age.

"well luckily i do not have to understand that. ignoring that he is even older than you are young lady! " dean said and leaned back against the chair. relaxing again, trying to calm the very tensed atmosphere.

a little bit of dissatisfaction made itself noticeable in your body. you wanted him so bad, you were literally craving for this man. literally man. he was the same age as your dad was, the two of you had a pretty rough age gap, but instead of being turned of, you were even more turned on. knowing you were a little freak sometimes, you weren't even ashamed of living your freaky side. the goal of tonight was getting fucked by him. whatever it needed..

"is that a problem?" you asked innocently and raised an eyebrow.

"what?" dean asked, looking back at you.

"the age gap?" you asked and took another sip of your beer.

he wanted to say something, but you were able to see he thought about it for a moment again. his lips pointed and formed into a laugh. he shook his head and once again switched his gaze from you to the floor and back up at you.

"i do think it is a problem." he confirmed and the expression on his face got more serious.

"oh..what a shame." you whispered and smirked. sipping once again on your bottle. grinning against the bottle opening, putting the beer down onto the table you got up. "luckily i don't" you got up and slowly walked along the long side of the table. your fingertips slowly slid over the table top.

"i don't like where this is going y/n" dean said while giving you a serious stare.

"don't look at me like that dean.." you pouted, while bitting your lower lip once again. you stopped right in front of him. "you're scaring me.." walking slowly around him, stopping right behind him.

"what are you trying?" dean tried to stay calm and play it off cool. he kept his gaze very persistent on his beer and fiddled the label off.

placing your hands on his shoulders, the smirk on your face grew and you leaned down to whisper into his ear. "keep on acting like that." your hands stroke further down onto his chest.

dean inhaled a sharp breath and his hands immediately grabbed yours, pushing them of. he stoop up and faced you. "stop it y/n!" he looked at you and raised his voice a bit.

not being a bit impressed by his anger issues, but got even more turned on. "make me." you talked very calmly back and kept the intense eye contact with him. quickly you pushed the chair aside and fell to your knees. still holding the eye contact with dean, you were going all in. wanting to feel his hands so badly on your body you swore to yourself you would drive this man crazy.

being very impressed by what you just did, his eyes widened and his jaw clenched even harder. by now his molars, must definitely be hurting. his strong and large hands rolled into fists and he fought so hard with himself, simply watching you.

"pretty please, dean." you looked at him with your doll like eyes and licked your lower lip. "will you care for me? at least that's what my dad wanted you to do.." a soft, pleading whisper left your lips and your hands reached for his belt.

"you know damn well, this is absolutely wrong!" dean hissed and his breathing got faster than it used to be.his hand once again grabbed yours, but before he was able to push you off, you pushed him forcefully back against the table and his hands immediately grabbed the edge of the table. distracting him with your quick move, you opened up his belt and opened up his jeans. butting one hand onto his growing member you smirked up at his scattered face.

"fuck!" dean clearly cursed out. his fingers clawed so tight onto the edge of the table, his knuckles turned white. he wanted to push you off, knowing this is a huge taboo, but he just couldn't. your soft hand against his crotch just felt to fucking good. he no longer knew what was wrong or right. how could something so filthy and wrong, feel so good and erotic at the same time? his mind was spinning and he couldn't help himself, but enjoy your touch.

your hand stroke along his hard cock, pressing against his jeans and you just admired this beautiful man. his facial expression still showed how hard he was fighting with his morals, but you knew he will be braking in. "don't make this so hard on yourself dean.." your voice broke through to him.

"h-how am i supposed to?! a fucking hot teen is kneeling right in front of me, pleading to be fucked, while i am supposed to take care for her" deans thoughts rushed unfiltered from his mind, out of his mouth and right when he was finished you already pulled down his jeans and boxers. admiring his rock hard cock, your mouth already craved tasting him.

not hesitating for a moment you took him into your mouth and whimpered satisfied against his tip. your big round eyes, looked up at him and his eyes widened in shock. his mouth fell open and against his will he loved it. he just loved how good your mouth felt around his cock. "holy shit y/n" he moaned out and his low and husky voice made you even more wet.

being motivated by his reaction, you opened your mouth even a bit more and almost fit him completely in. moving your head a bit slower at the beginning, your hands still rested on his thighs slightly holding onto him. his head fell back into his neck and he moaned in relief.

one of his hands found their way into your hair and that little touch made your body react so strong you moaned against his cock. his fingers grabbed your hair just the right way and he pushed your needy down against his length.

"you're such a whore for me y/n aren't you?" dean stated and held you down for a few seconds onto his cock. "giving yourself like that to me, a man the same age as your dad. what a filthy little whore you are.."he continued and let go of your head.

talking him out of your mouth with a "bloop", you spit into your hand and worked his length with your hand. "if you only knew how may wet dreams i had of you.." your eyes mirrored the lust from your body. wearing the dirtiest smile on your lips.

dark lust formed in deans eyes and he grabbed your hair, pulling your head back, making you look up at him and he leaned down onto your level. being shocked by this move you looked at him, switching your expression from filthy back to the most innocent angel you were.

"open your mouth." dean demanded.

you opened your mouth without a inch of hesitation. his other hand grabbed your face and he spit into your mouth. your mind stopped functioning at this exact moment and everything just felt like pure ecstasy right now. before you knew it, your lips crashed hungrily against his lips and kissed him slutty. pressing your body needy up against his body, he immediately pulled you off the floor and placed you rough on the table. a moan escaped from you lips into the kiss and he began to open up your jeans.

you moved your body just the right ways to help him undress you. within seconds you found yourself naked winding in his grip, trying to get more and more of him. the only thing he still wore, was his flannel. it was all unbuttoned and exposed his lean upper body. your hands explored every inch of his body and your legs were curled around his waist. his cock was pressed against your wet pussy and you couldn't help but wiggle your hips, wanting to feel him finally inside you.

the two of you were still exchanging wet and passionate kisses. his hands wandered from your cheeks down to your shoulders, softly sliding further down to your breasts. dean massaged them, with his huge hands, leaving you a hot mess beneath him.

"f-fuck me please.." you moaned against his lips and looked up at him. your lips were red and swollen from all the kissing and sucking. your eyes were watery from all the arousal building up in your body, you couldn't keep it together anymore.

"i will..don't you worry about that.." dean moaned against your neck and his hungry lips kissed their way down to your breast. he left wet kisses on your right breast. licking and kissing you nipple. he took his time and worked your breast just the right way to drive you even more crazy.

his hands held your safely against his body and you pressed your hip more against his. "i-i am begging you dean.." you started off once again and your had a hard time breathing. "fuck me, use me already.." you whimpered and gave yourself completely away in his hands.

"how bad do you want it..?" he loosened his grip a bit around you and smirked. his hand rested on your tummy and he pushed you back onto the table. you supported yourself on your elbows and looked up at him. "very very bad." you whimpered and bit your lower lip. his hand on your tummy slowly stroke further down, until he reached your bellybutton. he stopped right there and grabbed your hip.

"look at yourself..spreading your legs for me, being such a wet mess for me.."he smirked while taking in every inch of you beneath him. his words gave you goosebumps and you took a sharp breath in.

loving your reaction, he took his cock into his free hand and touched your clit with it. drawing little circles.

"not gonna lie. you don't know how my times..i imagined that tight, pink pussy, stretching just perfectly around my cock." he continued and you grabbed as hard as you could into the table. your hands started to shake a bit and you couldn't believe what he just said. "d-dean stop the teasing please.." you moaned out and your voice got a bit higher. moaning like a little angel beneath his touch you took every second in.

"just one more thing.." he guided his tip along your slit further down to your entrance. you quickly nodded your head and watched his lips hungrily in need of what was that one thing, keeping you away from feeling his cock finally inside you.

"let's keep this our dirty lil secret.." he whispered and his grip on your hips got tighter. nodding like crazy you confirmed to him and before you were able to prepare yourself, he trusted his length into you.

all the feelings and hunger that built up, completely wrecked you right now. feeling his thick and long cock, fucking you deeply you just couldn't comprehend it. your body felt like drugged from all the feelings rushing through you. him pushing into you very deeply, each thrust hits the right spot. making you weaker with every thrust. your body fell back onto the table and one hand grabbed your breast. the other one rested on your lower tummy, feeling him moving inside you. your vision got a blurred and your senses felt ten times more intense. everything felt more intense.

his strong arms wrapped around your body and pressed you safely against his. one hand held you onto him and the other one rested on the table to support him. he rested his forehead onto yours and kept moving inside you. moans, whispers as well as relieving gasps filled the room.

"open those pretty eyes angel" dean breathed out heavily and wanted to be sure you're okey.

opening your eyes you looked up into his eyes and couldn't help, but moan. "y-you're fucking me so good.." your voice cracked and you clawed one hand into his shoulder and the other one into his back. at this point he wasn't able to control himself any longer and he moved your body a bit more to the edge of the table. making you more accessible for him. he pushed himself as far as he could into you. his trust got a bit slower, but each time he made sure to push you down onto his cock, while trusting into you.

this just drove you crazy and you tried to hold up the eye contact. "i- i can't hold it in any longer dean.." you whimpered and already felt your abdomen twitch.

"cum for me." he whispered against your lips and kissed you softly but needy. him giving you the confirmation to cum, send you over the edge and you stopped holding it back any longer. a wave of electricity drove through your body and it released itself. your walls tightened up, making dean moan in surprise as he couldn't held it back himself any longer. he came into you and for a minute the both of you stayed in this position.

gently he picked you up, pulling himself out of you, walking over to the living room. he sat down and held you onto his lap. your head rested on his chest and he placed a kiss on your temple.

taking the time you needed to get back from your high you just laid there in his arms. your body still felt weak and sore, but it was okey. it was exactly what you craved. dean on the other hand just cared for you, making sure you were okey and he didn't go to hard on you.

"you okey..?" he whispered and looked at you. stroking your arm.

"just fine.." you gave back and kissed his shoulder. "i hate to admit it, but we should probably get dressed.."you added and looked up at him.

"pretty sure they're going to be back soon, yeah. but i just wanted to be sure you're okey." dean explained and hugged you a bit more against his body.

after a few minutes, the both of you got up and one after the other took a quick shower. you stayed in the living room while dean was in the kitchen. just as the two of you settled, the door swung open and sam, as well as you dad came in.

"unfortunately a dead end." sam said and rolled his eyes in exhaustion.

"did the two of you maybe found anything?!" your dad added desperately.

"uhm..well..no not really..honestly we hoped you guess would be successful.." dean kinda stammered and licked his lower lip.

sam raised and eyebrow and looked at dean.

"well then, let's continue the search." your dad said, not thinking anything while grabbing a bear and sitting down onto the table. searching the police files once again.

"seriously dude?!" sam whispered very very quietly, so only dean would be able to hear him. he already knew that was going on.

dean just smirked and shrugged his shoulders. looking over to you in the living room. you laid there, watching tv in your pj's and smiled innocently at the two of them. not knowing what they just talked about.

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[taylortots-world]

On The Clock

Summary: Reader and Sam get a little sidetracked while working a case.

Warnings:‼️ NSFW‼️, smut, 18+ minors dni! , mentions of voyeurism, oral sex:(f receiving)

A/N: Enjoy! Feedback and re blogs are much appreciated.

Read part two here.

Sam, Dean and myself picked up a case in a rural area over in Ohio. A series of murders all strung throughout a specific town, the town being rather small. Nothing the three of us haven't seen before. Dean left Baby to Sam and I while he went and played bad cop with some of the potential suspects.

Sam and I were dressed in fed attire. I wore a knee length pencil skirt, paired with a white dress shirt and blazer. Sam wore a charcoal suit, paired with a white dress shirt and tie. He looked incredible. I'd occasionally glance over at him and take him in. The way he drove, one hand on the wheel. The occasion beard scratch. Fuck. Stay focused Y/N. When Sam started growing his beard out, it awoken something in me. I don't know how or why, but I have never wanted him more. Needed him- craved him.

Once we pulled into the parking lot of the local police station, Sam pocketed his keys and rolled his head to look at me. "You ready Y/N/N?" I gave him a small smile, nodding. "Ready as I'll ever be Smith." 'Smith' was the last name printed onto the ID Sam was currently using. Mine had 'Simmons' printed onto it. Courtesy of Dean of course. We made our way inside, Sam holding the station door open for me. I gave him a nod and brushed past him. I stepped up to the front counter. Sam and I flashed our IDs in unison. "Special Agent Simmons, this is my partner Special Agent Smith. We'd just like to ask the sheriff a few questions." I glanced up at the secretary as I tucked my ID into the inner pocket of my blazer. He was a younger gentleman with dirty blonde hair. "Of course, just a moment." He pressed his lips together giving us a small smile as he began to punch the sheriffs number into the phone.

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After speaking briefly with a deputy, Sam and I were left waiting for the sheriff. We walked around the station in hopes of finding someone else to question, but we had no luck. Throughout our visit at the station, I couldn't stop staring at him. I'd sneak the occasional glance, trying to be as subtle as possible. We turned a corner, planning on heading back to the waiting area. Soon as I turned the corner in front of Sam, he yanked on my arm before pulling me into a dark room. He reached up and pulled the string, a single lightbulb illuminating the small room. I glanced around, taking in our surroundings. We were in a janitor's closet. It smelled of chemicals and artificial lemon. I gazed up at him, cocking a brow. "What are you doing? Why are we in here Sam?" I was genuinely confused why he'd yank me into a random room.

He exhaled with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Are you mad at me or something?" He allowed his arms to fall to his side, palms facing upwards. I squinted my eyes at him, giving him a confused stare. "No? Why would I be mad at you?" His gaze softened. Sam was a pretty gentle and kind guy, until you gave him a reason not to be.

"I just, I don't know." He shrugged, nervously scratching the back of his neck. "You just what?" My brows remained lifted as I continued to stare up at him, waiting for him to respond. "I keep catching you staring at me and I can't tell if it's because you're mad or something else." My stomach slightly knotted. Shit. My "subtle glances' hadn't been as subtle as I was hoping for. I felt my face slightly heat as I averted my eyes to my feet. He took a small step forward, using his knuckle to tilt my chin upwards to meet his stare. "You know you can talk to me, right? Tell me anything." He spoke softly as he gazed down at me, his knuckle still resting on the underside of my chin.

This was it. This was my moment. No. No it wasn't. What are you thinking Y/N? You'll mess up everything. "Oh fuck it." I breathed out before smashing my lips against his. He was slightly shocked within the first second, but that did not stop him from kissing back. His hands found my hips as our mouths worked with each other. His tongue occasionally brushing against my bottom lip, sending chills down my spine. He must've noticed that I was standing on my tippy toes. His hands slid down my waist, over my ass and to the back of my thighs. "Jump." He mumbled into my mouth. I quickly jumped, wrapping my legs around his waist.

I felt his lips curl into a smirk against my lips as he backed me into a wall. Without breaking the kiss, I quickly pawed and toyed with his tie. He gently took my hand, holding it away. "What's wrong?" I asked slightly worried as I tried to catch my breath. "This is about you." He whispered. I clung to him as he turned, setting me on top of a shipping crate. "What are you-" A smirk remained on my face as I watched him kneel before me. "Cases always leave me starving. So I'm spoiling my dinner and skipping straight to dessert." Every word he spoke went straight to my core. I could feel myself throbbing. "Sam- what if someone hears us? Or finds us?" He glanced up at me as he slid my shoes off. "Does it look like I give a fuck? Let them find us." He lowered his face to mine and whispered "Let them hear how good I make you feel." I playfully nipped at his ear before he returned his attention to my clothes. I lifted my ass and tugged my skirt up , scrunching it up around my waist. He hummed lowly as he examined my panties. They were a lace pair in dark blue. Not the sexiest pair I own but definitely not the worst either.

His large hands wrapped around the back of my legs, pulling them up to rest on either of his shoulders. I slightly arched my back as he ran his beard against the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs. "Sam- please.." I felt myself getting wetter by the second. "I'm gettin' to it baby. I like making you squirm." He let out a dry laugh before pulling my panties aside. My throbbing and sleek pussy now on display. "God, you're so beautiful.." He said in a whisper like tone as he lowered his head once more, placing gentle kisses to my inner thigh.

My hips slightly wiggled under his touch as he got closer to where I wanted him most. He flattened his tongue against my core, licking a stripe up to just below my clit. My breathing began to falter, soft moans and pants leaving my lips. He ran his hand up my torso, gently massaging and kneading my right tit. His lips wrapped around my clit, his tongue lightly flicking it. I could cry at this moment. It felt so good. He knew exactly where and how to touch me. "Fuck Sam-" I moaned out, planting a hand in his hair. "You taste amazing-" He mumbled , his words vibrating against my clit. I shut my eyes and threw my head back, enjoying the bliss of Sam Winchester. He carefully eased two fingers into me. His fingers worked in and out of me quite easily, considering I'm soaked. "Just like that-" I rasped out. I felt him smirk against my pussy. His tongue still flicking and sucking my clit as his fingers worked in and out of me. The room was full of our moans and the squelching of my wetness against his fingers. "Fuck I'm gonna come-" I rasped out, slightly tightening my grip on his hair. He continued to thrust his fingers in and out of me at the same pace. His tongue moved against my clit slightly faster, throwing me over the edge. My orgasm ripped through me like an F5 tornado. My legs slightly shook as they clung to the sides of Sam's head. "Holy fuck." I said with a slight laugh afterwards. He stood up, wiping my slick off of his chin. "I want round two." He smiled at me as he held out my shoes for me. "Deal. Except next time, it's going to be all about you."

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[novafics]

l Storm l

Dean Winchester x Reader 

Warnings: storms, Talk of potential injury, talk of animal abuse.

Summary: Coming back from a hunt you discover something very interesting, but how is Dean going to react to this discovery?

Word Count: 801

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You knew this was a bad idea the moment you contemplated doing it, but how could you resist?. 

You had just finished your solo Vampire hunt and was on the way back to the bunker. The hunt itself was relatively easy, only 1 vampire gone rogue and it was over faster than you thought it would be, so fast that you thought you would rather make the drive that very night back to the bunker instead of staying in the motel you had already pre-booked. You don’t know why, whether it was the lure of your soft, warm bed or the thought of Dean waiting for you in your soft warm bed but you were eager to return to your man. That, and you had a gut feeling that there was a reason you needed to make your way back early.

Half way through the drive back the weather took a turn for the worse, the sky looked dark and angry while there was rain pelting your windscreen with such force you thought it might just break. It got to a point that you had to pull over, the last thing you wanted was to survive a vampire hunt just to get taken out by a storm. You pulled over into a clearing on the side of the road, it was pretty much barren apart from a few trees now bare with the force of the wind stripping each and every tree of their remaining leaves.

As you sat in the car, the storm still causing havoc, you spotted something out of the corner of your eye. Over next to one of the trees sat a black bag, seeming to be moving with a force that was contained inside the bag and not from the forces raging outside. Deciding to investigate you took a strong breath in preparing yourself for the wet and cold you were about to face and you set off for the tree.

Slowly bending down you discovered that there was definitely something inside this bag, and it wanted out!.

Holding your breath once more you tore into the bag to discover a miserable looking,  cold and shivering puppy. ‘Who the hell would do such a thing?!’ you thought to yourself. You had seen some pretty gruesome shit in your time as a hunter with the boys but never something this inhumane to an innocent animal. 

Putting your anger aside for the sake of this little puppy you quickly gathered him up into your arms and made your way back to the temporary safety of the car. Once inside you checked over the puppy to see if there weren't any injuries you should worry about and after not finding anything for a solid 20 minutes you let out the breath you were holding finally realising that the innocent dog was ok.

Not even a second after you stop looking over the dog he climbed into your lap and started licking your face to show his gratitude. “What am I gonna do with you huh?” you asked the puppy as if he was gonna answer you. 

You knew that Dean was not a dog person, Sam yes so that wouldn’t be a problem but Dean? He was not gonna be happy, but as the puppy looked into your eyes, still sat in your lap how could you resist?

After the further 40 minute drive back to the bunker you were finally back, the puppy next to you eager to see everything inside. You pushed open the bunker door and made your way down the steps, you didn’t get much further before you were tackled into a hug by Dean.

“Where have you been?! I was so close to going out into the storm and finding you myself, are you alright sweetheart?” he said frantically, holding your face in his hands. “Yes I'm fine baby, i promise” you said finally giving in and kissing him as you had been wishing to for the last few hours.

“Hey is that a dog?” you heard Sam say from behind Dean. The puppy was currently sitting waiting patiently behind your legs waiting to be introduced. “Yes he’s the reason I was so late, someone just threw him away in a bag, can you believe that?!. Look I know you're not a fan of dog’s Dean but ..” your rambling was cut short with another kiss from Dean making you relax instantly and all the stress you had melted away. “I don’t care if you came back with an entire zoo as long as I have you here with me, '' Dean said, making tears come to your eyes.

“So, what should we name him?” Dean said, bending down to lovingly stroke the puppy. “I've been thinking, I think his name should be…. Storm”.

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[starshipsofstarlord]

Kiss it Better | Jack Kline

Summary; jack gets a headache and he has no idea to rid himself of it, usually he heals. So he goes to the one person who he thinks can help him.

Warnings; nothing just fluff

There was a feeling in his head, and it would not subside. It wasn’t quite pain, however it wasn’t a comfortable sensation either.

A frown laid its format upon his face, as he tried to comprehend the reasoning behind the apparent existence of an ache in his head.

Humans called it a head ache, he had heard Dean mention that he had one after being thrown by a monster or Sam had asked his brother to turn the music in the car down for the same reason.

And so walking in a shuffling trudge into the war room, he was met with Dean, whom was focused on his laptop, presumably doing research for a case close by.

“Dean..?” He warily asked, hearing a grunt of reply from the focused hunter. Jack knew that out of the brothers, Sam strongly preferred him over his sibling, but he however looked up to Dean.

He was a role model to the young nephilim, and so he walked closer, wishing to learn from the hunter’s experience with such a heavy head.

“I have a headache.” Jack began, noticing how Dean’s eyes drifted over to him. “How do I get rid of it?”

“Ask y/n to kiss it better.” It was a joke on Dean’s part, for he knew of the crush that Lucifer’s son harboured you. But he watched as Jack sent him a thankyou and an honest smile, walking to the hallway of the bunker.

🏹

A knock resonated on the hard wood of your bedroom door, encouraging you to pause your tv. A part of you prayed that it was not Sam again, asking you to turn the volume down.

But even if it were him, you were still inclined to answer the door, and so you shuffled over to the closed barrier in your fluffy socks, pulling it open to be met with a tired eye Jack.

“Everything alright?” You were sceptical, it would be just your luck if a situation was proceeding in your home, it would not be the first time that you had been in the middle of a marathon when an incident occurred.

The young being noticed the worried, concerned tone that lifted your words, and he nervously gulped. He took one step forward, a little one so that he wasn’t stood in the middle of the hall, and finally spoke.

“I have a headache.” He mumbled groggily, his hands fidgeting as he spoke, as though to distract himself from the gallon that felt like was atop of his shoulders. “Dean said that you could kiss it better.”

The hopelessness in your eyes made you rethink giving him an ultimatum, and instead you pulled him closer gently by the back of his neck, craning his head to meet your lips.

You placed a featherlight kiss upon his forehead, his eyelashes fluttering at the notion. He lightly smiled, content with the contact.

But realistically you knew that would not diffused the tension within his skull, so you brought him into your room. You laid down, turning off the light of the television, and allowed him to rest his docile head upon your collarbone.

All night, you gave him forehead kisses, and were pleasantly surprised when he awoke in the morning, claiming that Dean’s prescription worked.

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[feirceangel]

Imagine | Panic (Castiel)

Imagine meeting Castiel for the first time and having a panic attack.

Word Count: 1041

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Shock tore you open when you saw Dean alive, breathing, and knocking on Bobby's door. You didn't believe that it was him. Dean was dead and buried. You and Sam had done everything to bring him back, but nothing worked. There was no way that he could be back.

And yet here he was.

He passed all the tests that you and Bobby threw at him, confirming that he was the real deal.

Your big brother, back from the dead.

And now here you are, trying to find out what brought him back.

Bobby's been busy drawing all sorts of traps and signs on the warehouse, while you and Dean set out all the weapons that you brought onto the tables.

"Let me see it again," you say, snatching Dean's arm and lifting his shirt sleeve to reveal the hand-shaped welt on his arm.

"Hey! You've looked at it a million times already."

You trace your fingers gently over his red skin, "I know. Last time, I swear."

He scoffs, "That's what you said last time."

"Well, suck it up Dean-o."

Drawing back your hand, you go back to examining a sharp wooden stake. Bobby grumbles something about 'annoying kids', causing you to chuckle.

He finishes with the signs and goes to the table to perform the summoning ritual. You watch with uncertainty. "Are you sure we should do this? I mean, the psychic's eyes exploded because she looked at it."

Dean clenches his jaw in determination, "We're doing this. I understand if you want to go-"

"Don't start that Dean, I'm staying. It's just that this is probably insane. Like, insaner than usual, even for us."

Your brother chuckles, "Yeah this is crazy."

Bobby starts chanting in latin and begins the ritual. You watch, anxiety blooming in the pit of your stomach. Dean also looks worried, but he masks it better than you.

You clench the demon-killing knife and wait. Bobby finishes and steps back.

Nothing happens.

Patience is not your strong suit, but you try to relax and focus on sharpening the knives and the stakes as you wait. Bobby whistles idly while you sharpen the knife and Dean plays with a different one.

Dean breaks the silence after thirty minutes, "Did you do it right Bobby?"

Bobby fixes a fierce frown upon Dean.

Hastily, Dean looks at the ground, "Sorry. Touchy touchy."

You roll your eyes, "Maybe something else went wrong?"

Suddenly, vicious sounds attack your ears. The roof starts shaking violently above you.

"Wishful thinking, but maybe it's just the wind," Dean says after you all stand up and look around.

The lights explode above your heads and you flinch and protect your head from the shattered glass.

Bobby and Dean get their shotguns ready, and you follow suit. The far doors open slowly just as the roof stops quaking. You hold your breath.

A man, clad in a tan trench-coat, who looks to be a bit shorter than Dean, saunters in. Sparks from the busted lights rain down as he makes his approach.

Bobby and Dean waste no time and start shooting. You shake out of your stupor and fire at the man.

He doesn't slow down. Heck, he doesn't even flinch as the rounds hit him in the chest.

Bobby and Sam share a look of horror as they realize the guns are useless.

Fear claws your chest and rises with each step the stranger takes. You grab Ruby's knife from the table and throw away the empty shotgun. Dean and Bobby stop shooting.

"Who are you?" Dean asks as the man comes to stand in front of him.

"I am the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition." He replies in a low, rough voice.

"Yeah, thanks for that." Is Dean's reply.

The man turns to look at you as you walk up to face him. Without warning, you thrust the knife into his chest with all your might.

His icy blue eyes meet yours as you take a step back in fright. He keeps eye contact as he slowly pulls out the bloodied knife with a faint smile gracing his lips. He drops it to the ground as you stare at him in panic.

Bobby swings the crowbar, but the man blocks it easily and touches two fingers to Bobby's forehead. Bobby's eyes close as he slumps to the ground.

The man turns back to look at you and your brother, "We need to talk."

Cautiously, you go to where Bobby lies and check his pulse.

"Your friend is alive."

Dean glares at him, "Who are you?"

"Castiel," he replies without looking away from you.

"I figured that much. I mean, what are you?"

"I'm an angel of the Lord." He answers with a completely serious face.

You can't help but scoff, "Angel? There's no such thing."

He tilts his head and smirks a bit, "This is your problem. You have no faith."

With a clash of thunder and a blinding blast of light, Castiel reveals the shadow of his wings. Gasping, you stare at the space where the shadowy outline was.

"Some angel you are. You burned that poor woman's eyes out." Dean accuses as you try to get over the fact that an actual angel is in front of you.

Castiel sighs, "I warned her not to spy on my true form. It can be overwhelming to humans."

In disbelief, you back away from them.

Your breathing is becoming rapid, your heart rate accelerating, your palms growing sweaty. You recognize the symptoms of a panic attack and try to calm down, but it doesn't work. Dizzy, you lean against the table.

Castiel's eyes go to you again, causing Dean to look at you in concern.

"What did you do to her?" Dean glares at the angel.

"She's having a panic attack. I did not do this." He explains, walking towards you.

Dean steps in the way, "Leave her alone!"

"I can help."

Dean looks at him uncertainly. You struggle to breathe as your heart beats furiously in your breast. Castiel steps around Dean and makes his way to where you lean against the table.

At his approach, chills crawl down your spine.

"It's okay, I won't hurt you." His low voice assures you.

Tentatively, he raises two fingers and presses them against your forehead. Without warning, your eyes close and you fall asleep.

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[fndmxreader]

VINE COMPILATION :

this is my first comp of y/n & characters in supernatural ! i hope you all enjoy this,  if you do i may try and make it a little series !  feedback is always appreciated <3     please excuse the wevideo shit,  i am simply a broke bitch that can’t afford a video editor LMAO

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[hells-angel]

Small things

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Word count: 573

Warning/s: ---

Summary: The night had gotten cold, luckily a certain angel had come to save the day.

Currently, The Winchesters were on a case and you and Castiel were stuck with research on the bunker, until a certain archangel drop by.

"Found anything?" You asked Castiel who was seating in front of you, buried in various books and lores.

The angel just shakes his head in disappointment, a frown on his face.

"Hey there sugar" The archangel greet as he appeared right beside the chair your seating, startling you as usual.

"Gabe! Stop doing that" you glared while he just smirks in amusement.

"do what? And hello to you too my baby brother" He innocently asked then turned to Castiel in acknowledgement.

"please stop calling me that"

"so whatcha doing?" He playfully asked, changing the subject as he peered at the open books on the table.

"Research" you groaned as you continue your reading.

The archangel took that sign to keep quiet and probably help but it didn't take long for him to get bored. So instead of reading he amused himself by staring at you which wasn't left unnoticed by Castiel’s eyes.

The day quickly turned into night, the air around the bunker sends chills into your skin.

"is it just me or it suddenly got cold?" You muttered as you hug yourself to keep warm.

"should I bring you some blankets?" Castiel suggested, though he didn't feel the cold, he can't help but worry for your well-being.

"that would be appreciated" you smiled at the angel as he attempts to stand up from his chair but even before he can take a step away you stop him.

"oh never mind cass, it suddenly got warm" you said as the feeling of warmth envelop you, like a blanket was just drape around you.

While Castiel narrowed his eyes at his brothers’ action, his wings which can't be seen by the naked eyes were gently and protectively wrap around you, keeping you warm from the cold.

"what are you grinning at?" You asked the archangel, a wide grin present on his face as he feel proud of himself.

"nothing"

Castiel have no idea on what to say or do, but he was sure that asking his brother what his doing in front of you is not a good idea, so he kept quiet and just continue his research.

Meanwhile, not knowing that Gabriel's wing was what keeping you warm, the warmth and feeling of security plus days of without sleep was enough to make you doze off.

And soon enough you were fast asleep, So Castiel took this chance to talk to his brother who were fondly staring at you.

"Gabriel, what do you intend to do?" He asked snapping the archangels’ attention away from you to him.

"I don't know what you mean" Gabriel replied with a raised eyebrow.

"I can see the way you look at Y/N, I know all the things you've done" Castiel said with his usual monotone voice and furrowed eyebrows.

"you're imagining to much Cassie, then I'll take Y/N to her room. See you"

And just like that Castiel was left alone to do the research while Gabriel tucked you in bed. Without a clue on what happened, that night you slept without any nightmares thanks to a certain archangel.

You never notice but ever since the archangel had met you, your everyday life had been more comfortable than usual.

Sometimes the small things that we don't notice tends to be the most important.

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[asfanfiction]

Sam x Reader

Prompt- Sam gets so mad at you that he decides to punish you

Warning-Swearing,

You just couldn't resist yourself, even though Sam warning rang very clear. You just had to go in there.

You and Sam where on a case when Lily a girl you were helping raang your phone, telling you that the demon you has been chasing was here.

Sam had insiated that you guys rush over there, not that you disagreed. But when you got there and started to get out to help Sam.

He all but threw you back into the car demanding that you stay here, just until he checked it out.

Rolling your eyes you agreed and stayed, but the longer you stayed in the car the more nervous you became.

It had been at least 30 minutes since Sam had went in, and dark thoughts rushed through your head.

What it something had happened? With that thought in mind you quietly got out of the car.

You opened the door, it screeched loudly, you knew you had been caught. Hell you hadn't even mad it in the house before you got caught.

Sam was down the stairs so fast that you almost though he was a Vampire.

He glared down his 6'2 body towered over you.

"Hey Sammy." You tried to remain nonchalant about it,But Sam wasn't having it.

"What did I tell you?" He said quietly, his voice was to quiet.

"I was just worr-" you started only to be cut off by him interrupting you.

"Y/N! What did I tell you!?" He asked you again calling you by your first name.

He never did that, he would call you sweetheart, or Baby but never your name. He was mad.

"To stay in the car." You responded looking down at your feet.

Lifting your chin up with one of his big hands, he made sure you were eye level.

"You know I'm going to have to punish you."

Your body tensed up at the sound of his words, and you instantly felt aroused....

Should I make a part 2? Let me know.

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[boredoutofmymindwriting]

Can´t You Just Say It?

Hi guys, Sorry for the long wait but here it is. Tags at the bottom and please let me know what you think of it. Love y´all - Jo

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Pairing: Dean X Reader Based of: Tell Me You Love Me by Demi Lovato Warnings: Language, Angst, Fluff, Heartbreak Requested by: @evyiione

You and Dean have just been to a bar and an argument ensued in the car to the motel. Will it get solved?

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~Y/N´s POV~

I walk into the motel room in a rage, Dean close behind me.

“Y/N I saw the way you two looked at each other! That´s not normal.” His voice roared. I turned around anger rising inside.

“I looked at him just the way I look at everyone else Dean! I can´t believe you think like that” I raise my hands in anger before wiping away a tear that´s fallen out of anger and hurt. I´d never do something like that to Dean, he´s my rock but right now I barely recognize him. He makes an attempt to grab my arm and I quickly yank it away.

“Don´t touch me,” I growl.

“I never do anything like that any longer Y/N! I´d never do that to you.” his loud voice boomed as anger showed in his forest green eyes.

I can feel the anger rise even more and I think back to all those late night calls and texts he gets and before walking away to be alone. I take a step closer to him and jabs a finger into his chest.

 ~Dean´s POV~

Her finger jabs me with more force than anything I´ve felt before and I can see the fury in her eyes. Those Y/E/C was now darker than I´ve ever seen them. Her nose wrinkles slightly as she snarls.

“Seriously Dean!? You expect me to believe that every time your phone goes off it´s Sam or Cas?!” before running her hand through her hair.

“Y/N it is!” I yell back desperately.

“Really? I know your background, Dean. I was stupid to believe I ever was special, to ever think you´d change!” Her eyes turn sad when saying those last words.

“Y/N I swear,” I reply.

“If you really want me to believe you then why can´t you just say it!” She yells before throwing the pillow nearby at me making me duck out of the way.

“Tell you what? I´ve already told you the truth.” I reply confused.

“That you love me.” She says sounding defeated. Our eyes meet for a brief second before she turns around and walks out the door.

I groan running a hand down my face and wiping my tears.

“Why do I have to be so bad at love? Why do I mess it up? Sam was probably right, do I even know who I am without her?” I mumble thinking back to all those calls and texts she talked about, the secret meetings I had with him and Cas. I pull my phone out of my back pocket and dial Sam. He answers after a few signals and I only say four words.

 “Sam I fucked up…”

 ~Y/N´s POV~

I was walking down the road tears streaming down my face, anger and hurt in my chest. I never thought it´d go this far. I always thought me and Dean would end up together, living our own kind of white picket fence life but now that´s all over.

I could hear the all too familiar engine sound coming closer and I picked up my pace even if I knew it didn´t matter. The sound stopped and a car door opened. I soon felt a tight grip on my arm.

 “Y/N?” I hear his voice filled with regret. I wipe away the tears and turn around determined not to show how much it hurt.

“What Dean?!” I snarl.

“I´m sorry... I-I didn´t mean for it to end like this.”

“How can I believe you, Dean? It´s not like you have the best track record.” I roll my eyes before turning my head to look away from him. He gently holds my chin and turns my head back to him. I look at the ground.

“Y/N just look at me. Please?” He pleads to make me look into his eyes.

“Why can´t you say it then? Dean, it´s three simple words.” I sigh. He frames my face with his hands before taking a deep breath.”

“Let me explain, please?” He once more pleads and I nod.

“Those calls and texts, they were from Sam and Cas-” I was about to cut him off but he shakes his head and that´s all I need to stay quiet.

“It wasn´t some random chick from a bar. I know you don´t believe me but it´s the truth. Those meetings, I was going to surprise you, Babe. I´ve never felt this way for anyone. You´re badass and kind, you don´t blame me for my flaws and you understand me. I´ve never said those words because I was afraid to scare you away. On all those days when everything was falling apart, I had you to hold me together.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small box and I can feel my heart beating faster.

“I never said those three words because I wanted you to hear them for the first time when there was no doubt in you thinking I just blurted them out. So Y/N Y/L/N will you marry me or not?” He asks his eyes pleading me to answer. I nod before saying.

“One condition, tell me you love me,” I say firmly. He chuckles a little before nodding.

“I Dean Winchester love you. I will always love you.” I can feel new tears streaming down my face but this time it´s happy tears. I pull him in for a kiss.

“I love you too Dean Winchester.” He kisses me like I´m the last breath of air and he needs it to stay alive before breaking the kiss and giving me a sheepish grin.

“So is that a yes?” I roll my eyes and playfully punch his shoulder.

“It´s a yes you dork.” He grins and pulls me in for another breathtaking kiss when we both need to breath I look into his eyes before mumbling.

“I´m sorry.”

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[pinkstevenu]

Golden Wings ~ part 1

Characters: Gabriel, Asmodeus, Ketch, Dean, Sam, Reader

Pairings: GabrielxReader

Word Count: 1,003

Warnings: Angst, Character Violence, anxiety

You have been stuck in the cage for the longest of time till one day you were not alone. That day as always you where huddling into the corner of you cell shaking in terror for the screaming that was going on form the other side of the room. Then the cell opened and a body had been thrown against you. You shrieked in pain and kept your head low as the person jolted off of you startled by the noise. You peeked your head out to see who was there, but all you could see were gold wings filling the cell room. You coward back into the corner petrified of what you had seen. You shook back and forth mumbling the word ‘wings’ over and over. All of the sudden there was a hand on your back you jumped looking up seeing the golden wings again behind the mans back. He gave you a questionable look, “can you see my wings?”

You nodded vigorously staring into his whisky eyes. He shifted sitting himself down, “what's your name sugar?”

You stared at him not wanting to talk. His head tilted questionably, “ok that's fine um...I guess i'll tell you who i am then the names Gabriel.”

You eyes shot up and you rushed over to the other side of the cell. You crouched down yelling, “Angle!”

Gabe turned to you, “hey I won't hurt you i just need some information because you aren't supposed to be able to see my wings.”

You turned to see him holding up his hands his wings folding back behind him. He inched closer very slowly, “I am assuming you have been in here a long time and that's why you won't talk, but I won't hurt you i promise it's just the thing with humans being able to my wings is not possible unless…”

You tilted your head trying to understand what he was going to say. He shook his head watching the ground, “I don't understand how this is even possible.”

He rubbed his face. He looked at your skeleton like figure with matted hair and dried blood all over, “do you know how long you have been here?”

You looked up at him not saying anything. He sighed and looked out the barred window, “ok well it's getting dark out so I think you should get some sleep.”

He walked over to the other side of the cell and layed down. The next morning Gabe was sitting there watching you sleep until asmodeus opened the gate and grabbed you by the hair. Gabriel shot up going after you, but asmodeus threw his back with his grace. Your screams echoed off the walls. Gabriel grabbed the bars until his knuckles turned white. After about 15 minutes of screams asmodeus threw you back into the cell and grabbed gabriels shirt pulling him out. Gabriel fought against his grip until he felt a pinch in his neck and the feeling of his grace being drained. After what felt like forever you saw Gabe being thrown back by you he got up and wrapped his wings around himself hiding his face. You sat there for awhile until you crawled up behind him slowly touching his wings. He flinched and you pulled back your arm watching his wings slowly fall. You scooted in front of him reaching out again now to touch his hair. He lifted his face up enough for you to see the stitches on his mouth. He could see your eyes widened, “Gabe?”

You squeeked. He looked up surprised by your voice. You looked into his whiskey eyes as if to say your sorry. He shook his head and extended his arms for you. You accepted the gesture the sweet smell of chocolate hitting your nose once you rested you head on his chest.

That was pretty much the last night that you guys were that close. Asmodeus eventually got his way and pulled you two apart the thing that scared you now was that he was trying to get you two to go at eachothers throats. Then one night you heard one voice you haven't heard in years, “am I interrupting something?” you crawled up to the entry of the cell and saw ketch looking right at you, “Ketch?”

You whispered. He quickly turned his gaze from you and back to where you assumed Gabriel was. You sat there listening to conversation until you switched back to reality when gabe was thrown back by you. As always you gave Gabe a sad look and leaned your head back against the wall. once you started hearing fighting you immediately retreated back into a dark corner waiting till it stopped. When it did you looked over to Gabe which was looking out the entry, “Gabe?”

Then you heard the other voice, “what are you looking at?!”

You slowly came out of the corner moving over to Gabriel. You saw a saddened expression on Ketchs face, “Y/N Dean said you were dead.”

You hit the cage causing Gabriel to flinch, “Out!”

You yelled. Ketch put a finger over his mouth as he crawled over to you, “Y/N be quiet i'll get you two out.”

You stood up gently pulling Gabe up. He fought against you for awhile, but assumed it wouldn't get him anywhere. He eventually relaxed against you wrapping his wings around you. Ketch pulled open the cell and rushed you two out of there, killing a couple of demons on our way.

When you got to the bunker Ketch told you guys to sit in the corner informing you him and the winchesters were not on good terms. You nodded not noticing that gabes wings where still around you. All of the sudden you heard the bunker door shut and the boys pull out there guns you heard talking, but you where focusing on Gabe. Then Ketch grabbed your arm and pulled you up. You stumbled to your feet seeing the Winchesters, “Y/N!”

Part 2

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[imherefortheangsts-blog]

It’s weird

You know what I hate?

How I can’t read Dean Winchester x Reader , Castiel x reader or Sam Winchester x reader without feeling a bit creeped out. I mean shit they’re hot, but it breaks my heart that people do this thing called aging. I feel like I’m reading grandpa x reader every time I read the Winchester brothers or anything remotely close to their age. Idk it’s just weird for me to read supernatural inserts anymore. I used to love it and I’ll keep onto those happy memories.

Anyone have this problem?

Just me?

Ok

Ok...

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[justroaminground]

a little distraction (Sam Winchester x Reader)

summary: sam got his soul back and the three of you are working a case. sam is still all over the place and you decided he needed a little distraction.

warnings: NSFW, smut, 18+, fluff/smut, oral, sex

Enjoy! If there are any requests feel free to leave them. Sorry for mistakes i am sure you get the point. ;) xx

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dean, sam an you were working a case, which sam has already been working on with samuel. unfortunately since he just got his soul back, his memories were still gone, but he seemed to have flashbacks the further you guys worked into the case.

you sat at the table in the motelroom, hacking surveillance cameras to check some traces you had. dean sat across from you and sam was switching through police files. from time to time you were able to see from the corner of you eye, he was struggling. sam rubbed his forehead and sighed.

"fuck it we are done here!" dean shot up and went over to sam, to get the files out of his hand.

"dean what the hell?!" sam looked at dean confused.

"you are scratching the damn wall sam! over and over again! you know exactly you aren't supposed to do so!" dean was frustrated and tried to knock some responsibility into sam's stubborn head.

"dean look, i am fine! yeah sure memories come back but only in relation to this case! i don't remember anything from hell. please.." he looked at dean with his face full of pain and regret. "i just wanna end it the right way here. i closed this case in a horrible way."

until now you just watched the two of them having this heated argument but you're done watching. you cleared your throat and got up.

"honestly i think dean ist right sam." you added in a calm way. both of their heads shot into your direction and you smiled softly. "i am not a huge fan of fighting. dean and i are very concerned for your wellbeing sam. be the responsible one you are and listen to dean. at least stay here and let us finish the case."

sam lowered his gaze to the floor and slightly nodded. his hands rubbing against eachother and he took a moment until he answered.

"alright." he spoke up looking back up at the two of you. "but i want to stay. you two finish the case and i will stay here doing all the research."

"thank's god!" dean said and exhaled loudly. he put his hands on his sides and took his glass from the table, filling it up with whisky.

you smiled at sam and padded his shoulder. before sitting down you went to dean and replaced his whisky glass with a bottle of water.

"talking about being responsible." you gave him a warning look. "you better stop drown you frustration in alcohol." you sat back down at the table.

sam looked at dean amused and mouthed "fuck you!" to him. dean mouthed a "shut up!" back.

your look went from one brother to the other and you laughed. "seriously?!" shaking you head you went back to the laptop with your concentration.

after a few hours, you had a rough plan for tomorrow and the three of you went to bed. you got up early with dean and the two of you headed out to get this case finally finished.

the day seemed like it would never end, hopping from one questioning to the next. looking at traces over traces. talking to frustrated and clueless people sometimes weighed hard on you. not just you, but dean was way better at hiding it.

"i feel like we should get lunch and take a bit of a break?" you suggested to dean and handed him a bottle of water. "you haven't been drinking all day long"

"yeah you're probably right." he rubbed his eyes with one hand. the other one still resting on the steering wheel. "thank's love" he took the water bottle from you and took a sip.

dean parked at the next restaurant and you got out. you noticed he wasn't getting out and you looked back into the car.

"are you coming?" you questioned.

"i think i'm gonna call sam real quick. you can already go ahead and place the order" he answered and took his phone out of his pocket.

"fine, se ya" you added and made your way into the restaurant.

you took a seat and looked through the menu. the waiter took you out of your mind and you looked up at him smiling sweetly.

"hello beautiful, what can i get you?"

"i'd love to have the chicken wrap and a coke and for my friend, which will join, a bacon cheeseburger and a beer please." you told him and nodded.

"thank you very much for your order. food will be here asap" he smiled at you and left.

dean made his way to your table and sat down. his face was pissed and you tried to catch his gaze.

"hey grumpy bear what's going on? didn't he answer?"

"he did."

"and?!"

"i just got a call from ben. he said lisa was in trouble."

you had to process for a minute what he just said and you nodded. "ugh..then why are you still sitting here?!"

"i can't just leave right now. sam is still smoshy in his head and you'd have to work alone on this case which is complicated enough." dean gave back and frustration was written all over his face.

you raised an eyebrow and leaned back in the chair, inhaled deeply and placed your hands on the table. "yes i am a woman and sam is still weak, but that doesn't mean you have to manage everything. ben needs you now and i want you to get your ass up after we ate and leave. do you understand me?" you questioned him in a serious but quiet ton so no one would hear you, giving him the talk.

"i never-"

"dean. my question is a simple yes or no question. i do not want any rants." you smiled at him sweetly and crossed your arms in front of your chest.

"fuck you y/n. but i love you." he mumbled and nodded. "but if it's getting risky i want you to call me!"

you nodded and with that the food arrived. both of you finished your meals and after paying you made your way out the restaurant.

"i'll take you back to the motel" dean said while walking to the car.

"oh no! we have to finish some questionings?" you said.

"but not alone!" dean insisted.

"i am not alone" you smirked while getting with him to the car to simply get your gun. carefully putting it into the waistband. "the heaven always provides us with the lovely angels. "you winked at him and dean rolled his eyes.

"well that makes me even more insecure about leaving you alone"

"oh shut up and drive dean!" you rant back and made your way out of the parking lot.

you gathered your thoughts and worked off point after point on your to do list. being on your own made you slower since you had to be extra careful, but you got there. after talking to the last victim you finally decided to go back to the motel. it was a one hour walk back and you reached the motel pretty tired. you loosened up your ponytail and let your hair fall down over your shoulders. trying to get in the room you noticed you forgot your keys. before you could knock the door swung open and sam stood there.

"y/n?! are you okey?! where is dean?!" he pulled you into the room and was completely all over the place.

"sam calm down.." you laughed slightly and closed the door. kicking your shoes aside and undressing your blazer. "dean had a emergency and went to lisa and ben. i finished the to do's we had for today alone." you explained to him and handed him some more files and notes. "we can look through them tomorrow"

"hold on you went on your own?!" sam looked at you in disbelief. "are you out of your mind? anything could have happened! why didn't dean tell me to join you?! don't the two of you believe in me anymore?!

"sam please" you looked at him tired and shook your head. "just take it as it is. it has nothing to do with you. you're all over the place right now. let's just end the day and start fresh tomorrow alright?" you didn't wait for his answer and vanished in the bathroom.

you took a shower feeling your muscles relax after the warm water rushed along your body. you smiled to yourself and felt instantly better. it took you about and hour, finishing in the bathroom and went back into the room. wearing your black leggings and a bralette.

"would you mind if i borrowed your hoddie sam?" you questioned while separating your clothes from what you're still able to wear and what has gotten dirty.

"uh-y-yeah just g-go ahead!" he stuttered and you turned confused to him.

"are you okey?" you looked at him worried and went over to his bag, taking it out of his bag and pulling it over your head. letting it hug your body.

"yeah. course why wouldn't i?!" sam shot back and turned a bit so his back was facing you.

his behavior seemed very out of place and you walked over to him. rested your hands on his shoulder and looked at the laptop.

"don't you think we had enough for today sam?" you said while looking at his profile. watching his lips press together and fingers stop from typing. he bit the inside of his cheek and nodded slightly.

"are you nervous?" unsure you let go of his shoulders and sat right onto the table next to him.

"no!" he blurred out and closed the laptop real quick getting up and walked a few steps back from you.

confused you just looked at him. as wrong as it felt you kind of enjoyed him being so jumpy.

"am i distracting you..sammy?" you asked sweetly, your legs swingging slightly and you smiled.

his eyes looked anywhere but to you. "uhm i think i just need a break" his hands rested at his hip and he nodded quickly.

"maybe you need something else." you looked at him and slipped of the table, tiptoeing towards him.

he followed every movement you made and walked slowly back.

"sorry i can't follow you y/n" he mumbled nervously.

you continued to walk over to him and played with the way to long sleeves. he bumped into the wall behind him and and he was literally nervousness in person.

you stopped right in front of him and looked up at him. taking his belt buckle into your hand and pulled him closer. he melted like butter and you bit your lower lip.

for months he made you feel this way. without his soul, sam constantly crossed your boundaries. there was always this tension between you an sam. the two of you even happened to have sex once but it was right before he said yes to lucifer and from there on everything went downhill, you distanced yourself as best as possible from him and spent your time hunting with bobby.

now that he's the warmhearted sam you knew from before, even more cautious and innocent than before it made you feel some type of way.

quicker than you were able to comprehend what he just did, you were the one standing on the wall. the two of you got very close and you felt his breath hitting your face.

"what do you think you're doing?" he whispered, looking deeply into your eyes.

"testing your memory?" insecure your voice cracked and you laid your hands onto his sides.

"i know what happened before i said yes and i also remembered what happened after.. between us. i was a complete asshole. that's why i keep my distance. " he gently pushed your hands from his body and turned away from you sitting onto the bed.

"sam don't.." you quickly walked over to him.

"y/n please don't. i don't trust myself right now. we should really keep a distance for now.." he explained not even looking at you.

"sam no please, don't do that to me!" you pleaded while getting closer and kneeling down in front of him so he had to look you in the eyes. "it felt so pure..and real, don't you remember that?!"

his face expressed a painful look and he still managed to not look at you. you took his hands into yours and rested them on your sides. you took his face in your hands and tears were forming in your yes.

"don't end things like that." you whispered and felt his grip getting tighter on your sides. he tried to push you away but you grabbed onto his shoulders and pulled yourself back to him. his body pressed against his, kneeling between his legs. he was fighting so hard against his desires, but couldn't hold them in any longer.

he rested one hand on your cheek and the next thing you knew was his lips crashing against yours. you kissed him needy back and wrapped your arms around his neck. he pulled you up onto his lap and you pulled away only to undress the hoddie.

"i missed you so much" you whimpered into the kiss, your hips working against his and you felt his hard member growing.

you felt that he was still holding back, being very hesitant. you pulled away and got up from his leg. getting on your knees, unbuckling his jeans while looking up to him.

"y/n i-i don't know if we should.." he stuttered while following your hands with his eyes.

"relax sam.." you spoke softly and stroke his member through his boxers.

"i-i don't wanna hurt you. if i am getting to rough you need to stop me." he suppressed a moan and his breath getting heavy.

gently you pulled his boxer down, exposing his fully hard cock and you looked up at him. "think you can try but maybe i want it to hurt.." you whispered cheekily and started to kiss his length.

you saw his jaw clenching and he grapped into the sheets hard. you teased him by flicking your tongue around his tip, hurtfully slow taking him into your mouth.

a raspy moan escaped his lips and it send shivers down your spine. your legs got weak and your body got very hot, feeling the tingling under your skin.

you opened your mouth just a bit more and started to bump your head. you supported blowing him off with your hand since you couldn't fit him in completely and looked up at him.

his lips were slightly parted, heavy breaths left his mouth and his eyes were closed. he let himself go and buried his hand in your hair.

"you're doing so good. making me feel very good love" he praised you and opened his eyes. following every movement you made.

you took him out of your mouth and kept moving your hand. before you could say anything he made you undress your leggings.

he stopped you from getting back onto your knees and pulled you back onto his lap. he kissed you needy and undressed the last piece of clothing you had on. your bralette. you moved your body against his and his hard cock stroke you pussy.

a moan escaped your lips and you pushed him back by the chest onto the mattress. you sat gently onto his cock, moving your hips and therefore your pussy along his length and you bit your lower lip.

"i can't wait any longer sam.." you breathed out impatiently and managed to grab his cock. you brought him shaky to your entrance.

"w- i- y/n" sam stumbled on his own words and sat up. he lifted you gently onto his cock, letting you slide down at your own speed.

you laid your head onto his shoulder and moaned surprised against his skin.

"g-god sam!" you needed a minute to adjust to him and started to move your hips at first slowly. he placed soft kisses along your shoulder and stroke your back with his hands.

then he made you look at him and kissed you softly. holding you against his body and supported you moving on top of him. he moaned against your lips and you held onto him as if he could vanish any minute. you missed the intimacy between the two of you so much you wished this moment wouldn't end.

you picked up the speed and it got harder to kiss him gently. your bodies got sweatier and rubbed against eachother. the kisses got filthier and the two of you fell back onto the mattress.

"i've waited for this so bad.." you moaned out as you felt his arms wrap around your torso, pressing you down against his body and fucking into you harder.

you cried out and literally melted into a puddle of ecstasy, laying there while he made you feel things, you never thought existed.

"fuck y/n i needed that so much" sam moaned against your neck and left a hickey.

"p-please i'm-" you couldn't finish your sentence as this thrust hit you g-spot and you body clenched up. sam didn't stop but fucked you through your orgasm as he then finished into you.

completely unable to say anything meaningful right now your body just laid there on top of him, not being able to move. he loosened his grip right away and pulled you softly off his cock, laying you carefully down next to him. he moved to your side and eyed you up and down. one hand rested on your tummy and his eyes looked at you worried.

exhausted you placed your hand on his cheek and stroke it softly. "don't look at me like that." you kissed his lips.

"did i hurt you?" he whispered against your lips and pulled you even closer.

"stop worrying." you told him and shook your head. "you're not a monster sam. your still you and you will get used to it." you calmed him down and gave him one last kiss before getting up.

"yeah you're right." he nodded, rubbing his hands over his face and took a minute to collect his thoughts.

"shower?" you asked with a sweet smile and took his hand into yours. without hesitation, the two of you vanished in the bathroom, getting clean after sweating your soul out. ;)

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[hunter-of-sorts]

Whispers

A/N- First fic of the year! Sorry I’ve been so inactive, life has been… horrible, but getting through it. Anywho tell me what you think! x)

Prompt- After finishing a hunt, the Winchesters and you want nothing but to go home, but because you felt horribly sick you all stayed one more night in the motel. Sam worries for you as he always is. Can he finally tell you how he feels?

Sam x Reader

Word Count- 1382

“There’s something about you that I love,” you began to sing, as you showered. You were letting the water pour over your hair, thinking of, someone.

You loved to just sing in the shower, even if it was in a dingy motel. You sounded better, or at least you thought so. It didn’t matter to you since no one was there to here you, but again, you thought so.

Unbeknownst to you, Sam was right outside the door. You got a separate room than the boys since you didn’t feel very well, and the wonderful Sam came to check on you. He smiled as he leaned his head against the door. This is the first time he’s ever heard you sing. He tried to figure out what he was singing but he couldn’t place it.

Which was because you were just singing whatever words came to mind.

He loved finding new things about you, but he knows, no matter how close he might seem to you, you are still far away. He heard the water stop as he thought that. He quietly exited the room and waited a bit before knocking on the door once again.

“Y/N?” he called.

You had just gotten out of the bathroom, panicked at the sound of his voice. “S-Sam? What’s up?” you asked, leaning your head against the door.

“Uuh- I wanted to see if you were feeling better,” he said from the other side of the door, leaning his head against it.

“Yeah, I’m… okay,” you say though you know you still have a fever. It was wasn’t bothering you that much so as to not worry him, you lied.

“You sure?” Sam asked, not wanting the conversation to end there. ‘A little longer,’ he thought.

“Yeah,” you lied again. “Thank for worrying though.”

He didn’t say anything after. You even thought he might have left, but you didn’t dare budge from your spot. Neither did he.

After that long pause Sam sighed, “Can I come in?” He dared asked. He held his breath, fearing your response.

“N-no… You guys are already going to be stuck in a car for hours with me and my germs. I don’t wanna risk getting you sick any more than that.” You told him that, hating every word. Yes you were sick and didn’t want to get them sick, but you so badly wanted to open the door and let him in. You just turn him away on impulse. You don’t know why you do this.

He sighed but then narrowed his eyes. He reached for your door knob, turning it and opening your door. He looked straight at you. He put his hand on your forehead. “You still have a fever.” He told you even though he saw the panic in your eyes.

“I…” you start but you knew it was pointless to continue lying. You sighed, “I- still feel sick, but better than yesterday. I just don’t want you guys to worry about me. “I’m-” you continued, but you started feeling dizzy.

“Whoa,” Sam said as he helped you to your bed. “Rest a little before we leave. Okay?”

You simply nodded. For some reason you let Sam tuck you in. You closed your eyes, half because you were tired, and half because you couldn’t bear to look Sam in the eyes any longer.

Soon your breathing slowed to signify that you were sleeping peacefully. Sam sighed but smiled. He kissed your forehead, his lips barely brushing against your skin. He didn’t want to risk waking you up.

He went to check on Dean, who was getting breakfast.

“Hey… You tell Y/N that we’re leavin?” Dean asked, setting a white paper bag with Sam’s breakfast before him.

“Uh- about that. Y/N is… not feeling a hundred percent yet. Let Y/N sleep a bit longer,” Sam told his brother, reaching for the bag.

Dean stared at him, smirk forming. “You two are somethin’,” he whispers to himself.

“What?” questioned Sam.

Dean cleared his throat and walked over to his bed, laying down on it, “Nothing.”

An hour later~

Sam knocked lightly on you door. At Dean’s behest, he came to check if you woke up already. Sam knew that he wasn’t so much mad or intentionally bugging about you because you were sick, in fact it was the opposite. Dean just feels as though you’d feel better in your own home. That and he missed his memory foam bed.

When you didn’t answer, he slowly opened your door, finding you still sound asleep.

“S- am,” you whispered in your slumber.

Sam’s eyes widened more than ever in his life. His heart quickened. His face, gradually becoming slightly redder than it should. He didn’t move from his spot by the door. Almost as if frozen in place.

In spite of his surprise, he walked over to your bedside, and check your forehead to see if you still had a fever. Your skin hot against his hand. “You’re burning up,” he whispered to himself.

He ran out of your room and back to his.

“We leavin?” Dean questioned, getting up from bed.

“Yeah but we’re going to the hospital. Y/N is sicker than we thought,” Sam told him.

Dean readied everything and raced to start the car while Sam ran back to your room. He place an arm under your legs and another on the back of your neck. He lifted you up and carried you to the car. Where Dean then drove faster than he had ever.

When you woke up, you were in the hospital. Wires were attached to your arms. A monitor beeped along with your own heartbeat.  A hand was entangled with your left hand.

You turned to find Sam there, asleep on a chair next to your bed. His head resting on his arm on the bed. His hand in yours.

“Where am I?” you wanted to ask but I came out more of an inaudible mumble rather than words.

Sam’s head shot up hearing the sudden sound. He smiled and sighed out of relief when he saw that you had woken up. “How’re you feeling?”

You cleared your throat. “Um,” you started. “Okay.” You ended up saying, not wanting your voice to crack.

“You had a really high fever so I- we, brought you to the hospital. You’ve been asleep for almost two days. I’m glad you’re feeling better. Had me worried there.” He told you.

“Thanks…” you say, your eyes quickly looking at your linked hands.

“Listen,” he began, noticing you looking at your hands. “I have something to tell you.”

Dean entered the room, coffees in hand. “Hey! You’re awake,” he said.

Sam released his hand from yours. “Dean,” he sighed so softly you thought you imagined it.

“Sorry,” Dean whispered to his brother. He turned to you, “Feelin better?”

You nodded, “Kinda wish I was home but at least I don’t feel sick anymore.”

“No problem. Let’s just get out of here,” Dean responded.

Sam went to call the nurse so you could sign papers that would let the hospital release you. Dean wanted to just up and leave but you didn’t want to cause more of a fuss. The ride home after that was long, but you slept for most of it.

“Hey, I interrupted you earlier, sorry bout that man,” Dean said.

Sam sighed and rolled his eyes, “Yeah its fine.”

There was a long silence.

“I’m happy for you,” Dean all but whispered.

“Don’t be happy for me yet,” Sam responded.

That night~

You had been awake when you arrived at the bunker. Awake when Sam checked on you. Awake when Sam lifted you in his arms. Awake as he carried you through the bunker and into your room.

Awake when he laid you gently laid you on your bed. Kissing your forehead. Telling you how he feels.

“I like you,” he whispered. Almost as if he was practicing, right then and there in your room. “I love…” he sighed.  “I like you a lot.” He sighed once more before leaving your room, closing the door behind him.

After slowly opening your eyes, you sat up, and looked toward the very door he had just left from. “I like you too,” you whispered back. The words going unheard.

Hope you liked it! x)

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[novafics]

l Spinning Out l

Sam Winchester x Reader

Warnings: sickfic, Sick reader, Worried Sam.

Summary: You were undoubtedly sick but the hunt must go on, right?

Word Count: 750

Masterlist

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Currently you were deep into a werewolf hunt with Sam and Dean, trying to hide how awful you felt. You never got sick, so for you to call out of a hunt would just not be acceptable in your eyes. You were sure that if you kept going and fighting through you would be perfectly fine by the end of it and no one would be the wiser. How wrong you were.

Sam had managed to track down the rogue werewolf you guys were hunting and so all three of you were in the Impala on route to the destination. Hiding how you were feeling on the inside was a piece of cake for you, however hiding how you looked was not so easy. You were currently taking shallow breaths sitting in the back of the car with your head resting on the window relishing in its cooling sensation on your feverish forehead. 

“Hey baby are you doing ok? You're a little quite” you heard Sam say from the front seat. “Yeah you're normally talking my ear off on all the cool lore facts you know, why so quiet?” Ok so Sam asking if you were ok was one thing, as your boyfriend it was his literal job to worry about you, However if Dean noticed that you were acting off it was another thing, you were starting to let your mask fall with how sick you were really feeling, yet you were determined to keep your composure and not let anything slip. “Yeah I'm fine, just a little warm is all” you replied, Sam and Dean seemed to accept this answer as they turned their eyes back to the road, though you could tell that Sam wasn't all that convinced as you didn't fail to spot his worried glances in the mirror.

It didn't take much longer to reach your destination and soon you were all hopping out of the car ready to kill this werewolf. As you exited the Impala you were quick to realise just how weak you were, your legs could only just hold your full weight and your vision was starting to falter and make you off balance, yet you were determined to get this hunt finished.

You all made your way deep into the woods and the werewolves cabin soon came into view. ‘Not much longer now’ you told yourself, feeling worse by the minute. As you got closer to the cabin it seemed that you all had spooked the werewolf and he took off running deeper into the woods, You, Dean and Sam not far behind running after him.

By this point however you had gotten worse and worse and not even 5 minutes into sprinting after the guy had you falling over heaving for breath lying on the ground while your vision had you spinning out.

“Oh shit Baby? Baby? Please answer me, are you ok?” you heard Sam yell, hovering above you, holding your face in his hands. “I knew you weren't ok, You have such a high fever why didn't you tell us?” he asked. At this point Dean had managed to catch up to the werewolf and successfully kill him so you guys didn't have to worry about him taking you all out while you were still lying there trying to stay conscious. 

“Damn [Y/N] you look like shit” Dean’s assessment was correct and so Sam decided enough was enough and hoisted you up into his arms settling you into the car with your head in his lap while he held you.

At this point while you looked up from his lap gazing at the worried expression on his face, you felt guilt course through you knowing that if you just told them he wouldn't be looking so sad. “I'm sorry, I didn't want to mess up the hunt” you apologise while tears rolled down your face, both from the extreme guilt you had for making him worry and how shitty you were feeling.

“ I don't ever want to hear you apologise for being sick, you hear me? I know how much you didn't want to let us down sweetheart” at knowing that he wasn't mad or upset anymore the tears slowly stopped and the remaining tears on your cheek were quickly wiped away by Sam with a kiss on your forehead making you smile.

“And hey since you're sick you can have a piece of Dean’s pie” you heard him whisper in your ear making you laugh.

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[starshipsofstarlord]

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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Dating Sam Winchester would include

-Waking up with kisses

-Waking up in Sam's arms and cuddling with Sam's arms

-His sexy morning voice saying morning kitten or morning princess

-Him making you breakfast in bed

-pinic for lunch

-Girls making you jealous

-Guys making him jealous

-Him giving you his jacket either you're cold or he thinks you're showing too much skin

-his giant hand holding yours

-going to a fancy restaurant whenever you can

-him paying for dinner every time

-Him picking you up bridal style and taking you to bed

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