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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 4 years

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Should Have Known (Dean Winchester X Daughter!Reader)

Characters: Dean Winchester X Daughter!Reader, Sam Winchester X Niece!Reader

Universe: Supernatural

Warnings: Coma, mention of possibility of braindead.

Request: Can u do a Dean x daughter reader? And like she get hurt really bad and is in a coma for like a month.

Sam had his eyes on his older brother through the window, who’s eyes were on you. “No, there’s been no change.” Sam informed Bobby, who was on the phone with him “Dean’s not sleeping and I’m worried.” He whispered through the phone. Sam was worried not only for Dean but you, his niece. Dean’s daughter.

“Can you blame him? He’s probably terrified that she’s gonna die on him if he’s not there and when he sleeps he’s probably having nightmares about it.” Bobby excused. Sam nodded, not that Bobby could see it. He paced the hallway, looking back through the window each time he passed, still seeing Dean watching you intently with a hand on yours. “I’ll come up this afternoon. He might take a break if us two swear to watch her. If not I’ll force some food in him and slip some sleeping pills in or something. Have you tried bribing a nurse to sedate him?” Bobby asked, trying to add humour to the dark situation.

“Yeah, they say since he’s not the patient they can’t do that… What if she doesn’t wake up, Bobby? It’ll kill him.” Sam fussed, looking back. Dean still hadn’t moved. “It’s been a month.”

“But she has made improvement.” Bobby reminded. “Go talk with him.” He ordered and hung up. Sam sighed, entering the room. Dean didn’t look up, only keeping to stroke your hand.

“Do you know when the tests will be back?” Dean asked. Sam gulped, tucking his hands into his pockets.

“I asked her nurse, she said there was no… nothing’s changed, Dean.” Sam answered. Dean subtly nodded. Sam’s eyes fell onto you.

You were still beside your steady breathing, with a nasal cannula and a normal one in your arm to supply you with the liquids you needed. However, the sight was a lot more reassuring compared to two weeks ago when you weren’t breathing on your own and needed a breathing tube. That, added with the fact that the doctors were concerned that you were actually braindead, explaining why you weren’t breathing on your own, had everyone, especially your father, devastated. When the nurse suggested trying to see if you can breathe on your own, the problems clear, Dean was hesitant and nearly refused it until Sam pointed out that if you were able to breathe then it meant you had brain activity. Your oxygen level did dip when they removed the tube, it soon came back up and Dean immediately started crying.

“Do you think she’ll forgive me? What if she doesn’t remember me or-” Dean started.

“Then we’ll work through it when we get there. And you’re her dad, she’ll forgive you within a heartbeat.” Sam tried to assure.

“It’s my fault she’s here.” He insisted, and Sam fell silent. “I shouldn’t have put her in charge of salting and burning that body, if I had known that the ghost would come and attack her then-”

“But you didn’t know.”

“But I should have!” Dean’s eyes snapped to his brother. “We've been doing this since we were kids, and she’s only been doing this here and there, I should have known- hell, it’s happened before!” He pointed out. Sam was about to try and assure him before Dean’s head shot back to you. Sam went on high alert, seeing Dean in shock. “Y/n?” He asked, standing but not moving his hand that was in yours. “Sam go get a doctor or nurse, I think she just squeezed my hand.” He informed him, Dean’s spare hand going to your face to stroke your cheek. “Y/N, do it again, please.” He begged. Sam stood wide eyed, watching your hand intently, and sure enough he saw your hand lightly squeeze Dean’s. He turned, left the room and searched the hallways until he saw a nurse and called her over. By the time she got there, hearing that you were squeezing your father’s hand, she entered to see your head move to face your father. She sounded the alarm for more help.

Sam got his phone out again while Dean continued to talk to you, a smile erupting on his face, hearing you groan in response to him saying your name before you opened your eyes, immediately meeting your fathers. “Hey sweet pea, how are you feeling?” He asked you. Sam had his phone to his ear as it rang.

“...Dad…” You whispered with a raspy voice as a doctor and several nurses rushed around you, checking vitals. “Did I do good?” You asked. God, you didn’t even remember your time unconscious. Your eyes drifted around, looking at your surroundings. “Dad, why…”

“Hey, don’t worry about it okay, just relax, I’ll explain when you’re a little better. You did great, you hear me? You did great and I’m so proud of you. Just relax.” Dean told you, making you focus back on him. It was only then that Sam heard Bobby calling his name into the phone, worried that the sudden call and Dean’s distant voice through the phone meant bad news.

“What’s going on, Sam!?” Bobby was practically screaming.

“She’s awake. Y/n is awake. She’s talking, she- she’s awake, Bobby.” Sam exclaimed happily, nearly laughing watching as Dean kissed your head and held you in a hug. You must have heard Bobby cheering over the phone because you let out a little giggle.

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 5 years

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Imagine...Sam Drinking Pumpkin Spice Lattes

Pairing: Sam x reader

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“Sammy boy,” said Dean. Sam hummed from the passenger seat. “Sammy…”

“What?”

“You’re drinking a pumpkin spice latte,” said Dean.

“Am not.”

“I know what PSL means Sam,” said Dean, pointing at the cup.

“I got it for Y/N,” said Sam. You reached forward from the backseat and took it, smiling as you took a baby sip. Dean didn’t say another word as you drove home.

He slipped inside the bunker with his espresso, Sam swapping his black coffee in his hand with the pumpkin spice in yours.

“Thanks, babe,” said Sam, taking a long sip.

“Thank you,” you said, chugging down your coffee. “Mmm, nice and pure coffee.”

“Nice and pumpkin,” he said with a smile.

“Uh, Sammy,” you said, Dean appearing behind him with a smirk.

“I can-“ started Sam as Dean opened his mouth.

“Hey, Dean. Before you make your next move, just remember I know about the laundry incident,” you said.

“Carry on,” said Dean, spinning back around.

“The laundry incident?” Sam asked.

“Y/N…” said Dean.

“Secret’s safe with me as long as there’s no teasing Sam about this beverage choice,” you said.

“Yes mam’” said Dean. Sam chuckled as he left.

“You’re like the best girlfriend ever, you know that right?” said Sam.

“Oh without a doubt. Hey, did you leave my muffin in Baby?” you asked.

“Uh...second trip?”

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queen-of-deans-booty · 4 years

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I Believe the Children Are Our Future: Final Part

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,809

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated. I really want to hear what you guys think about this one!

Feedback is the glue that holds my writing together.

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As soon as you reached Jesse’s house, you banged down the door and rushed in. Jesse was in the corner with fear in his eyes as he stared at you and the brothers. Castiel was nowhere to be found, so maybe he didn’t come yet.

“Was there a guy here? In a trench coat?” you asked.

Jesse points to the floor where there is an action figure wearing Castiel’s suit and trench coat. He was holding a silver knife, and you gasped as you picked him up.

“What did you do to him?” you looked at the young boy.

The boy didn’t answer as you walked to the fireplace and placed Castiel on the mantlepiece so that nothing could touch him.

“Was he your friend?” Jesse asked when he took a seat on the couch.

“Him? No,” Dean answered for you.

“I did that. But how did I do that?”

“You're a superhero.”

“I am?”

“Yeah. I mean, who else could turn someone into a toy? You're Superman—minus the cape and the go-go boots. See, my partners and I, we work for a secret government agency. It's our job to find kids with special powers. In fact, we're here to take you to a hidden base in South Dakota, where you'll be trained to fight evil,” Dean grinned as he tried to make the child go with you three.

“Like the X-Men?”

“Exactly like the X-Men,” Dean chuckled. “In fact, the, uh, guy we're taking you to—he's even in a wheelchair. You'll be a hero. You'll save lives. You'll get the girl. Sounds like fun, right?” Before the child could do or say anything, you three were flung to the wall just as Julia came in with black eyes. Guess the demons found her which in turn found Jesse.

“They’re lying to you,” the demon growled.

Your eyes flashed a bright blue before you resisted the demonic powers. Stalking over to the demon, your hands started to glow a bright blue when he forced you to your knees. Jesse stood up at the same time as the demon began choking you.

“Stay right there, dreamboat. Can't hurt you. Orders. You, on the other hand? Hurting you is encouraged,” the demon grinned at you.

“No!” you gasped as you looked at Jesse for help.

“Leave her alone!” Jesse yelled. The demon walked over to the child before leaning down and speaking sweetly.

“Jesse. You're beautiful. You have your father's eyes,” she grinned.

“Who are you?”

“I’m your mother.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Mm-hm. You're half human... half one of us.”

“She means demons, Jesse!” you gasped.

Julia straightened up and held out a fist which closed off your airway. Gasping, you tried to get whatever air you could before you couldn’t.

“Those people you call your parents—they lied to you, too. You're not theirs—not really.”

“My mom and dad love me.”

“Do they? Is that why they leave you alone all day? Because they love you so much? These people—these imposters—they told you that the tooth fairy was real and that your toys could hurt you and a hundred other things that aren't true. They love you so much, they made your whole life a lie. Look into your heart, Jesse. You've always known you weren't theirs. You've always known you were different. Everyone has lied to you. They're not FBI agents, and you're not a superhero.”

“When what am I?”

“You're powerful. You can have anything you want. You can do anything you want.”

“Don’t listen to her, Jesse,” Dean groaned.

The demon held up a hand and did the same thing to Dean as she did to you.

“They treated you like a child. Nobody trusted you. Everybody's lied to you. Doesn't that make you angry?” she asked. Jesse created a fist with his hand and the room started to rattle. The fire from the fireplace flares up and the light started to flicker. “See? It does make you angry. But I'm telling you the truth, Jesse. Wouldn't it be better if there were no lies? Come with me and you can wash it all clean. Start over. Imagine that—a world without lies.”

“She's right. We lied to you,” Sam said as the demon snapped her head to his. “But I’ll tell you the truth.” The demon held up a hand, and something started to break in Sam’s body as he tried to gasp out his words.

“Stop it,” Jesse said to the demon. Sam drops to the floor with a gasp, and the demon looked at Jesse with a smirk. “I want to hear what he has to say.”

“You're stronger than I thought.”

“We lied to you, and I'm sorry. So, here's the truth. I'm Sam Winchester. That's my brother, Dean and his girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N. W-we hunt monsters.”

“Except when you are the monster. Right, Sammy?” the demon aggravated.

“That woman right there, her name is Julia. She's your mother. But the thing inside of her, the thing that you're talking to—it's a demon.”

“A demon?”

“He's done nothing but lie to you since the moment you met him. Don't listen to him. Punish him,” the demon sneered.

“Sit down and shut up,” Jesse glared. A chair scoots up behind Julia who is forced to sit into it, silence. She struggled to speak, and you looked at her with rage before looking at Jesse.

“There's, uh, kind of a war between angels and demons, and... you're a part of it.”

“I'm just a kid.”

“You can go with her if you want. I can't stop you. No one can. But if you do... millions of people will die.”

“She said I was half demon. Is that true?”

“Yes, but you're half human, too. You can do the right thing. You've got choices, Jesse. But if you make the wrong ones, it'll haunt you for the rest of your life.”

“Why are you telling me this?!” he exclaimed as his voice broke in the end.

“Because I have to believe someone can make the right choice, even if I couldn't,” Sam sighed. Jesse thought about Sam’s words before looking at the demon.

“Get out of her,” he stated.

The chair flies back into the wall as black smoke began pouring out of Julia’s mouth and vanished into the chimney. As soon as the demon was gone, Dean fell to the ground, and the pressure was taken off your throat. Gasp-coughing, you hunched over as you breathed heavily and quickly.

“How did you do that?” Dean asked as you shakily stood up.

“I just did.”

“Kid... you're awesome,” Dean groaned. Jesse looked at his mother before turning to you and the brothers.

“Is she going to be alright?”

“Eventually,” you sighed. Looking down, you noticed Castiel lying on the floor, and you picked him up and turned to face the young boy. “Listen, the truth is, he’s a good friend of mine—ours. Is there any way you could turn him back?”

“He tried to kill me.”

“Right. But he's a—he's a good guy. He was just confused,” you tried again. Jesse didn’t say anything, and you just placed Castiel back on the mantle with a sigh. “It's been a long night. We'll talk about it later.”

“What now?” the child asked.

“Now we take you someplace safe, get you trained up. You'd be handy in a fight, kid,” Dean said.

“What if I don't want to fight?” he asked with wide eyes. Sighing, you walked to Jesse before kneeling in front of him to be closer to his level.

“You’re powerful, kid. More powerful than pretty much anything we’ve ever seen. That makes you—”

“A freak.”

“Maybe to some people, yeah, but not to us. See, we’re kind of freaks ourselves,” you said as your eyes turned a bright blue. Holding up your hand, a blue wisp of magic began dancing around your fingers and palm before disappearing as did the color in your eyes. “I guess I’m a freak too, but that’s what makes you extraordinary.”

“I can't stay here, can I?”

“No. The demons know where you are, and more will be coming,” Dean informed.

“I won't go without my mom and dad.”

“There's nothing more important than family,” Sam said. “We get that, and if you really want to take them with you, we'll back your play. But you got to understand—it's gonna be dangerous for them, too.”

“What do you mean?”

“Our dad... he would take us with him wherever he went.”

“Where is he now?”

“Dead. A demon killed him and my mom. Right in front of me,” you answered with a sigh.

“Look, Jesse,” Deans aid as he knelt down next to you, “once you're in this fight, you're in it till the end, win or lose.”

“What should I do?”

“We can't tell you. It's your choice. It's not fair. I know,” Sam sighed.

“Can I go see my parents? I need to say goodbye.”

“Sure,” you whispered as Jesse left for his parent’s room. Standing up, you walked over to Castiel and stared at him.

“I wonder if he can see us,” you commented.

One minute turned to three which turned to five and then ten. Still, Jesse didn’t come down the stairs.

“He's been up there a long time,” you noted. After changing glances with the brothers, you raced upstairs to see Jesse had left. Vanished.

“He's gone,” Castiel said from behind. Turning to look at the angel, you wondered where he came from.

“Where?”

“I don't know. Jesse put everyone in town back to normal—the ones still alive. Then he vanished.”

“Hey,” Sam said as he picked up a note that was on Jesse’s bed.

“What does it say?” you asked.

“That he had to leave to keep his parents safe, that he loves them, and he's sorry.”

“How do we find him?” Dean asked.

“With the boy's powers, we can't. Not unless he wants to be found.”

You think Jesse is going to be okay?” you asked with one hand on the wheel. Dean was next to you in the front while Sam was resting in the back.

“I hope so,” Sam sighed.

“You know, we destroyed that kid's life by telling him the truth.”

“We didn't have a choice, Dean.”

“Yeah. You know, I'm starting to get why parents lie to their kids. You want them to believe that the worst thing out there is mixing Pop Rocks and Coke—protect them from the real evil. You want them going to bed feeling safe. If that means lying to them, so be it,” he paused. “The more I think about it... the more I wish Dad had lied to us.”

“Yeah, me too,” Sam sighed as he closed your eyes.

“Me three.”

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ashryverwithadragon · 4 years

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No one:

Me: Cassian is just Dean Winchester with wings you can't change my mind

#acotar #acomaf #cassian #illyrian baby #dean winchesrer #sjm #soph rambles #this is canon idc

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renn-harel · 5 years

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Fandom: Supernatural

Rating: General

Characters: Gabriel, Sam Winchester

Ships: Sabriel

Word Count: 1212

Status: Complete

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

They had made it out of Hell alive, scratched and bloody, but alive. The time loop was over, no more restarting.

Sam wasn’t supposed to be dying, not while Gabriel’s grace was still too low to save him.

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h-o-l-l-i · 5 years

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Love Never Hurt So Bad

Dean Winchester X Reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: language

Author’s Note: Requests are open again! This is going to be a new SERIES! Please give me some feedback so I can get better as a writer!

Requested by the amazing, brilliant, talented @coffee-obsessed-writer (Ooo I have a request! Its honestly been a really rough week (Chuck help me its only Wednesday) but I could use some fun, flirty, (smutty if you're up for it, no worries if you aren't), Dean Winchester maybe with the song "I Hate Myself for Loving You" by Joan Jett? Long, short, drabble, series lol, whatever you are feeling, darlin'! xoxo)

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Part 1

You slumped down in the ripped, red high barstool and placed your elbows down on the bar-top with a thud. The bartender placed a clean glass in front of you, “Long day?” He raised an eyebrow to you, tipping the bottle of Jack Daniels. You gazed up to him through your long, thick eyelashes and let out a half chuckle in response. “So, what’s a beautiful lady like you doin’ in my bar, in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere at,” his deep brown eyes darted over to the clock that hung crookedly on the wooden wall above the entrance of the bar, “going on 4 am?” His attention turned back to you as he leaned his body casually on the bar near you.

“Work.” You stated simply, setting the small glass back down.

“You a cop or somethin’?”

“Yeah. Something like that.” He opened his mouth again to speak again but you interrupted him sharply, “I appreciate your interest chief but—” The jingle sounded to alert someone else had entered the empty bar. Your heart fluttered with happiness that you would be going home with Dean Winchester instead of this wart of a man, bartender.

“Two beers.” He held out his bruised fingers and then ran his hand through his growing hair, ruffing it around some. Your heart skipped a beat with the look he gave you, his hair slightly messy; making you melt deeper into the old chair you sat in.

“You got it.” The bartender smirked then looked into your blue eyes before nodding in realization before fetching your drinks.

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“You okay?” Dean sipped from the bottle, staring straight ahead.

You took a moment, gathering your thoughts, nodding, your voice soft and subtle, “Yeah. What about you?”

His head gently swung to your direction, his eyes full of pain and hurt, tears beginning to burn at the corner of his eyes, “Yeah.” His lips pursed together, his dimples gracing his perfect face. He cleared his throat and slid from the chair, reaching into his wallet and laying a couple bills down, “You ready, Y/N?”

You twisted your body to your left and your feet met the ground, bits of dried mud releasing itself onto the sticky floor, marking your territory. You grabbed Dean’s hand in your, squeezing it gently.

***

“You should sleep, Y/N. It’s been three days since—” Dean started.

“You haven’t slept either so don’t even try any of that, Winchester!” You snarled, punching his shoulder playfully, his teeth glistening in the passing street lights.

“All right, we can find someplace and get a couple rooms for the night.”

“A couple rooms?” You raised your eyebrows, “Dean, we barely had money to cover those two beers.” You scoffed, “Get out of here with ‘two rooms’” you mocked, making him laugh silently.

“You want to share a room with me?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Don’t get your hopes up.” You winked at him.

***

The impala rolled to a stop, the neon light flickering, casting a red hue through the windshield. “I’ll get the room, you can grab what you need from the trunk.” Dean’s exhausted voice commanded. You nodded in response, yawning.

***

“Room for two.” Dean raised his eyebrows and closing his eyes, wiggling his head hoping to shake his sleepiness.

The manager turned at the sound of Dean’s groggy, rough voice, “You’re in luck, friend. Got one room left.” He paused, handing Dean the key, his eye catching your figure leaning against baby, “You’re a lucky man.” He pointed to the window, Dean’s emerald eyes followed his finger.

He chucked, rubbing the back of his head with his rough hand, raising his eye brows, “Yeah, I am. She’s amazing and I don’t deserve her.” He sighed, “I just hope she doesn’t wise up and realize she’s too good for me.” He laughed awkwardly before nodding and bowing out of the small motel office.

***

He walked briskly over to you, dangling the keys from his finger, “Room 18.”

“Awesome!” You exclaimed with the small amount of energy that you still had. “I cannot wait to take a nice hot shower and go to bed!” you slumped your shoulders as you walked side by side with the older Winchester. “Oh!” You raised your voice causing him to go into save the world mode, “maybe I can get five hours sleep instead of the usual four!” You laughed, “What?” You smile faded seeing Dean’s guard fully raised.

“You scared me, Y/N.”

Your jaw dropped open slightly, “I. Y/F/N. Y/L/N. Scared Dean Winchester. The. Dean Winchester?”

“Shut up! I wasn’t even scared.” He scoffed, pursing his lips and shaking his head, you laughed back at him, “Whatever…” he finished.

“You and Sam always pranked me, consider it payback from all of the years on the road as kids.” Your hand accidentally brushed against his as you walked up the steel staircase. Your heart skipped a beat and your breath caught in your throat when his piercing eyes caught yours.

His lips curled up slightly, his cheeks blushing a little bit, his voice so softly said, “Sorry.”

For a moment, all time had stopped and it was only the two of you in the whole entire world; no monsters, no armageddon, nothing; just you and Dean.

You never thought that you would find love, not in your line of work anyway… You knew Dean since you were kids, your father hunted with John, so you were dumped at Bobby’s along with the Winchester brothers. As time rolled on, people died, your father never came home from a hunt one night, so you called John.

He came and picked you up, he had no idea what to do with you so he took you in; and everyday after that you fell more and more in love with Dean Winchester.

“You can take a shower, I’m going to go get some food, the usual?” He asked you.

“Sounds good Winchester.” You said closing the bathroom door.

Your guard went up instantly at the sound of a lamp crashing to the floor followed by shuffling, you kept the shower running but got out, wrapping the rough motel towel around your body. You leaned down the the heap of clothes that lay on the floor where you stripped, you found your knife that you always had on you, it was your father’s…

You readied yourself and slowly and very quietly cracked the door open, your heart thumping up into your throat, your eyes welled with tears and you closed the thin door again; sliding your back down until you were seated on the tile floor, tears running down your cheeks.

You sat there for almost thirty minutes before there was a knock at the door causing you to jump and wipe your eyes.

“You okay in there?” Dean’s voice boomed.

“Yeah. Um.” You stood up, furrowing your eyebrows and reached a shaky hand to turn off the shower, “I’ll be out in a second.”

A minute later you opened the door, your wet hair making small rivers running down your shoulders. Dean’s attention went from his greasy burger to the woman who stood half naked in front of him. “I forgot to bring my bag in there with me…” you muttered, your voice shaking from anger and pain in your chest.

He nodded and tried his hardest not to give in and let his eyes wander your body. “Your, uh, food is over there.” He pointed from the bed, his words almost inaudible from the amount of food that was shoved in his mouth.

“I’m actually not that hungry. It cool if I take the Impala?” You asked digging though your bag, gathering your clothes instead of your nightwear.

“Where are you going?” He asked you, his voice thick with concern, “You okay, Y/N?” He inquired, swinging his legs around, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You lied. He took notice but he knew better than to pry, he knew you so well in some respects but in others he was a complete stranger to you.

He nodded, wiping his hands on a napkin then bringing it to his lips, “Okay. Just, call me if you need anything. Okay, Y/N.” He came over to give you his keys, his hand lingered on yours for an extra moment, “Be safe.”

You remained silent but nodded your head once, tightening your jaw, your hand squeezing the cold metal keys. You were startled by the manager who was getting ready to knock on your door, you stopped your fist seeing the fresh towels he was clutching, realizing he wasn’t a threat you slid out around him and briskly descended the staircase, jogging over to he impala.

“Oh, boy. Maybe she did wise up…” the motel manager stated, his bushy eyebrows raised, his eyes following the sound of the impala leaving the lot.

“What?” Dean asked him curiously.

“Whatever you did, you’re in the dog house with that one.” He warned, pushing the towels into Dean’s strong arms and turning on his heel. Leaving Dean there alone in the empty room, without you.

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justifiedxfreak · 6 years

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This Mun needs Wincest in Her Life

Are there any Deans’ that are interested out there?

#Dean winchester rp #Sam winchesrer rp #Wincest RP

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dancing-the-hellfire-rumba · 7 years

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I Won’t Hate You But Oh It Stings

Warnings: Angst, so fucking cheesy, a wee bit of fluff Pairing: Sam x Reader Challenge: Ten Days of Kaleo Box Ticked: Save Yourself Word Count: 3.5k A/N: I’m actually very excited for this, I worked hard on it and it’s the longest fic I’ve ever written. I hope you enjoy :) The title is inspired by a song from my favorite woman in the world (the song has nothing to do with the fic but if felt right as a title) Feedback always appreciated

She hated him. She hated him so much

How dare he? How dare he just waltz in her life and mess it all up. How dare he shake up her perfectly still waters, how dare he create tsunamis of feelings every time he was with her and then leave her with the turmoil in her stomach briefly touched but abandoned. How dare he have done this to her?

He left her hollow. There was nothing left to say, nothing left to feel, nothing left but the void that enveloped her thoughts in a swirling darkness. She was empty, void of emotions for she was left so devastated, so broken hearted that everything seemed to move around her but she was absolutely still. She was like a heavy rock in the ocean.

Bright hazel eyes filled her mind every time she thought of him, bright, safe and warm. So perfectly warm, like a big hug during a bad day. Butterscotch strands would fall in front of his prismatic eyes and my god he looked beautiful. That smile that brightened the entire room and those dimples, Jesus those dimples. Hands that were so gentle despite their size and arms strong enough to lift and break a fridge, true story.

She didn’t remember how she met him. She was a little too drunk for her memory to actually keep conversations and events fresh. The first moment her memory has collected is her dimly lit room, gentle eyes looking down at her with care and a soft fingertip brushing back her strands behind her ear.

“You’ll be okay” Those were the three words she remembers and God knows why he had said them. What she didn’t know was how often her mind would be replaying these words in situations she couldn’t even begin to imagine

You’ll be okay.

The morning after, she jerked up from her slumber, eyes blinking owlishly, head carrying a hammering pain. Any image of the man briefly passing through her thoughts convinced her he was but a dream. That’s until the feet that dragged her heavy, aching body towards her kitchen, lead her to a certain piece of paper on her counter, right next to a glass of water and a package of Advil.

Hey,

You probably don’t remember me, you drank a little too much last night, I figured you’d have a major headache right now.

No, we didn’t have sex last night but there was this big bar fight, -that might I say you kicked ASS at but that’s not the point- so I recommend icing your eye. It looked like you needed it. I just brought you home and you asked me to stay over -I didn’t-

If you need anything just call me

Sam

She flipped the page around, realizing there were digits scribbled across the page. She touched her eye in a rough movement and jumped, realizing he was right. It needed icing.

So dream man was actually real? Hm. He seemed like a really cool guy, taking care of her like that though he barely knew her and didn’t take advantage of her. Of course she doesn’t remember what she told him in her drunken state, but he was worth getting to know over a cup of strong coffee. After the lights stopped making her suffer, that is.

It weighs heavier on one's heart I could tell right from the start that Sweeter ones are hard to come across

Somewhen mid-day, she sat on her couch, freshly showered and collected enough, Sam’s paper in her hands along with her phone. She typed in the number and contemplated on pressing the call button when she said ‘fuck it’ and threw caution to the wind. She pressed the green button and held the phone against her ear. He had already seen her drunk, how much more of a fool of herself could she have made?

Heart pumping wildly against her ribcage, she heard the faint beeping that signaled calling. She waited and waited, slowly giving up hope. She knew this was a long shot anywa-

“Hello?” a male voice rang through the phone.

“Uhm, uh…” She stared blankly across the room and pinched her leg to concentrate on her thoughts enough to speak. “Hi, uh, is this Sam?”

“It is. And you are?”

“My name is Y/n. I’m the hot mess of a girl from yesterday? Yeah” She chuckled dryly. Sam ‘oh’ed and let out a small laugh.

“Right! Hey! How’re you holding up? I didn’t think you’d actually call”

“Well I just called to say thank you. I cannot begin to imagine what my drunk ass put you through” He chuckled.

“No no, your drunk ass is actually pretty fun” he joked, making her smile

“I highly doubt that. But I’d like to repay you. Do you wanna go out for a coffee or something?” Smooth y/n. She rolled her eyes at herself.

“Uhm” Sam seemed to hesitate as a sigh rang through the phone.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to, I understand” She couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed by this turn of events. She kinda really wanted to meet this guy.

“No, it’s not that, it’s just” He huffed, frustrated “Can we make it tomorrow? At 6?” he asked. She took a deep breath of relief and nodded.

“Yeah! Of course!” She vocalized her agreement, nodding eagerly.

“Great! I’ll come pick you up then?” She could hear the smile in his voice.

“Sure” She grinned.

“Awesome. I’ll see you tomorrow, then”

“Okay. I’ll see you then.” She bit her lip “Oh and Sam?” She asked, hoping he hadn’t hung up on her. He hummed “Thank you for everything, yesterday”

“It was nothing, really” Sam smiled, voice gentler.

“Well I gotta go right now” She stated, not very eager to leave the call “But yeah. You better be here! Six pm sharp!” She commanded playfully. Sam chuckled

“Yes ma’am!” he saluted back.

“Goodbye, Sam”

“Bye, y/n.”

And to that coffee date they went. She still can’t decide if it’s the best or worst thing that ever happened to her.

Well there is more than meets the eye Heart like yours is rare to find

She discovered the incredible person that Sam Winchester was. In that coffee shop they shared so many things. He was a rare human being. Gentle, caring and kind but there was an underlying ferocity and pain that was shimmering and waited for the right moment to appear. His hazel-green eyes stared into her own. His smile made the room brighter, more vivid, as if his heart was shining through. As they looked into each other she felt an instant connection between them. And for that very moment she believed that she had found a safe haven in his smile

It all started off with long stares each other and being too nervous to spark a conversation, although there was already so much going on between them without any words being said. She misses it. He didn’t know how vicious she could be and she wasn’t aware of how easily he can walk away from things. It was simply a wild attraction between two complete strangers, it was a staring contest, it was lust without the complications.

And then… then suddenly the complications sparked up. The turmoils of emotions swarmed both their bodies and hearts and minds and every time she flashed through his thoughts, his stomach clenched in the anticipation of seeing her again.

One cold, rainy night, Sam appeared on her doorstep, soaked to the bone, panting like a dog.

“Sam-?” She had no time to finish her sentence, no time to ask what’s wrong because he pulled her face in his hands and kissed her so passionately, her knees buckled. One arm wrapped around her waist to hold her up as she clung to his wet shirt, hands grabbing whatever they could find, gripping his shoulders, running up his chest and burying themselves in his hair. A pained moan shuddered through Sam, making her pull back and look at him, really look at him.

Hazel eyes lust blown but full of pain, crying for help. She held his cheeks gently, pecked his lips and wrapped him up in a hug, holding him protectively to her, like he was the purest gem she had ever encountered, like he must be protected at all costs. All fucks about her being equally soaked as him, being thrown out the window as she held him.

She guided him towards her bathroom, giving him the biggest and fluffiest towel she owned and running to her room as he entered the shower. She rummaged through her drawers and found her older brother’s sweatpants she had stolen and an oversized tee, along with some boxers she owned. She let him shower, neither of them having spoken a word from the moment he burst in. She silently entered the bathroom, while the water ran, leaving him the dry clothes and hanging the rest.

She went downstairs, made hot chocolate and ordered pizza, determined to have him stay for the night. As she wiped the counter, an excuse to keep herself busy, two arms wrapped around her waist. She smiled, dropping the rag she was holding, before she turned around in his arms and gave him a soft smile. Two fingers lifted his chin and his eyes met hers.

“Whatever is wrong,” her thumb started tracing his jaw softly “know that I won’t run,” Sam’s eyes fluttered closed, long lashes on his cheeks. “no matter how crazy, no matter how stupid you believe it is” she was whispering “I won’t run. Do you know why?” Sam shook his head, eyes still closed “Sammy, look at me” Hazel irises met hers. Her hand fully cupped his jaw. “I won’t run because I love you, Sam”

Bug-eyed and slackened mouthed, Sam stared at her, gaping. She leaned on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek, mouth, travelling to his hairline, kissing him there just as protectively as she held him earlier. “I’m not forcing you to answer or say it back. Just know that I’m not going anywhere” She brushed some strands back, tucking them behind his ears. “Okay?” Sam’s eyes casted downwards, nodding, before he hugged her tightly against him, tears starting to soak her shirt

Little things that make you smile Dancing barefoot in the dark If only I had strength to change your mind Oh for what you need You will not sleep Choose your words before you speak Can you see that all you've got is time?

About half an hour later, Sam and her were cuddling on the couch, mindlessly watching a movie and munching on a pizza.

“I am sometimes scared to tell you how badly I’ve screwed up in my life.” Sam started saying. She placed the slice she was eating back in the box, licked her fingers and had her absolute, undivided attention on him “I... shake in fear that you will be disappointed in me, that you will yell at me, and, worse, that you will have to share my pain and misery.” He ran a hand through his hair, eyes anywhere but on her. “I still choose to keep many things a secret but I know that if I were to tell you, you will be disappointed; you will yell at me; you will feel the agony. And I-” he sucked in a shuddering breath, trying to keep his act together “I don’t want to disappoint you, or chase you away. Because trust me, what I’m hiding is more than what you can imagine” He started fidgeting, fingers playing with hers.

“I’ve been wanting to say this all day today, but I was afraid that it was too early. Then you said it and now i-” he sighed “I knew though. I was sure. I knew that I loved you. I love you so much and it scares the hell out of me” He looked up at her. “Cause in the world i come from, the people I love, everyone, gets hurt, dies, or worse”

“Sam” she snuggled closer to him “It doesn’t scare me” His arms tightened around her, pulling her closer to him, to make sure she was actually there. “Whatever it is that is chasing you, whatever it is I’m risking; my life, my sanity, my everything, there’s nothing and I mean nothing that can successfully tear me away from you”

Save yourself Oh won't you save yourself Oh darlin' save yourself for someone else Yeah, save yourself Oh darlin' save yourself Oh won't you save yourself for someone else

“Don’t” he seemed like he was in pain. Like what she had just told him dug into a wound. “Your life has potential, Y/n, you have the chance to go out there, make a life, marry someone, have kids, make a career. You shouldn’t stay with me, I’m not good for you. You have time. Precious time. The second I’m showing you what’s out there, what’s really out there, there’s no going back-”

She placed a hand on his mouth, cutting him off. “If and when I see your past, will you keep me? Will I be able to stay with you?” She asked, eyes thirsty for knowledge but not prying.

“I- I hope so” He said, taking her hand and placing a kiss on her knuckles, pulling her closer, if humanly possible.

“Want to go to bed?” She asked him. They had fallen into place so comfortably. From the moment he kissed her everything just came naturally. The affection proudly shown.

Sam nodded and pushed himself on his feet, pulling her up with him “but first, dance with me” she giggled.

“But there’s no music” She whispered, their tones lowering.

“We don’t need it” he whispered back, pulling her away from the couch and wrapping his muscular, strong arms around her. She sighed and fell against his chest, fingers tangling behind his neck. He gently swayed her around, humming and feeling content.

“I’ll go wherever you take me” She whispered and listened to his heartbeat go skyward.

Don't give in to that feeling Don't give in darkness and faith, yeah You should be safe, yeah, with someone else

Tell your secrets to the night You do yours and I do mine So we won't have to keep them all inside

It was around 3am when Sam shot up, screaming and soaked in sweat.

“Sam?!” She grabbed the bottled water from the nightstand, trying to hand it to him, but instead of grabbing the bottle and chugging it down, he grabbed her hand and pulled her on his lap, hugging her tightly against him, with a hand against her head. She buried her nose in his sweaty neck, tossing the closed water bottle on the bed. She hugged him back shushing him and reassuring him that she’s here and not leaving, in small fragile whispers. She peppered his neck with kisses, comforting him in any way she could until his heartbeat returned to a normal rate.

“C’mon, get up” he said, urging her to follow him “I have to show you something” He muttered

“Show me what?” She gazed at him curiously, following his demand anyways but stealing the -now dry- hoodie he had been wearing when he came in her house.

“My story”

And he did. He showed her everything. From the monsters that hide in the dark, to the dreaded November 2nd in 1983, to Stanford, Jess, his brother, his dad, his whole life. Every time she doubted the truth in his words, all she had to do was look in his eyes and see the pain. That really said something.

By the end she had no idea what to say. She hugged him, needing the comfort in the contact and recognizing the same need in him.

It was a horrible awakening. The hunting life. Ghosts, vampires, werewolves, angels, demons, the friggin’ Devil. She definitely didn’t expect his secret to be that big but she stood by her end of the promise. She wasn’t backing away, she was not leaving.

The following weeks were, in a lack for better words, peaceful. Sam wouldn’t admit it, in fear of it being ruined, but he relished it. The two of them were literally like matching puzzle pieces, everything falling together so comfortably, so perfectly. Like they were cut out to fit each other.

What they didn’t know, unfortunately, was that this stillness? It was the calm before the storm.

Oh, for one so pure Can't be sold Don't let your feelings take control Hold on to the one thing he's begging for

Sam seemed so shaken up when he came home from the grocery store that day. His eyes would dart around every corner of the room, shoulders rigid and jaw clenched. He was not himself and subconsciously she knew what was coming.

She daren’t ask what was wrong, simply held his hand and gave him a look, to which he responded with a gulp and a nod.

I’m fine.

She’d be stupid or blind, or both, to believe him but she pretended to do so for the sake of respect and privacy. He was a grown-ass man, if he wanted to talk about it, he knew he could, no matter the subject.

The next day when she woke up, the other side of the bed was cold. A pit grew in her stomach. She prayed he was just off to somewhere, or just in the kitchen preparing breakfast like he would do occasionally. Of course, that wasn’t the case when she walked down the stairs. A white paper caught her eye on the counter top.

With trembling fingers, she walked towards it. Immediately, she recognized Sam’s writing. Her heart fell to her stomach, breath shortening.

Save yourself Oh won't you save yourself Go on and save yourself for someone else Yes darlin' save yourself Oh won't you save yourself So go on and save yourself for someone else

Woah are you gonna break?(2) Woah what's it gonna take? Yeah are you gonna break? (3 Woah what's it gonna take? Yeah are you gonna break?

Are you gonna break? Are you gonna break?

Hey,

I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you this in person.

Dean called. Yes, my brother, the one who died and is supposed to be in the ultimate monster hell, called me yesterday. I have to find him y/n. I have to. I know you’ll understand, you’re good like that, always have been.

There’s probably a better way to tell you but I know you’ll convince me to come along and there is no way in hell i’m letting you enter the life. Not now, not ever.

Truth is, it chases you, y/n. Hunting will find a way to reach you no matter how hard you try. You can’t escape it, it’s hell and i’m not letting you live in it.

You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, I cannot forget about you, I can’t move on. I’d promise I’ll be back but… I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to. I won’t fill you with false hope. I don’t know if I’ll ever get to come home to you again. Please move on. Forget about me, save yourself. I would too if I were you.

Just know that if I don’t come back, if the world is safe, if you are safe, then it’s worth it. It’s all been worth it.

I love you y/n. I love you more than you’ll ever know.

Sam

And so it ended the way it started. With a letter. A fucking letter.

Her heart shattered, millions of pieces scraping her insides and she was helpless.

Hushed gusts of betrayal waved through her body and it hurt. My god, it hurt so fucking bad. She would weep and cry, curled up on the floor because nothing and no one could ever provide comfort after him.

She understood. Of course she did. She’d do the same if not worse. That didn’t make the pain better.

Maybe she didn’t hate him. Maybe she just hated the fact that he left. That he left her as an empty shell. She wouldn’t hate him, but oh it stung.

She’d wait. She’d wait for as long as she had to cause from what she knew of Sam, he’d be fine. She wouldn’t save herself because there was nothing to be saved from.

You’ll be okay

And there, on the floor, tear stained, flushed cheeked and sniffly, she realized she was wearing his jumper. And somehow that brought more hope in her than anything ever before.

Are you gonna break?

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demonantichrist · 3 years

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Boyking!Sam Winchesrer aesthetic I made

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triclitch · 3 years

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So I know someone probably already did. But I'd like to talk about this scene. Cause I'm whipped

First off. This Is the face of someone who doesn't want to be there.

I full heartedly believe that it was Adam who convinced Michael to hear what Cas had to say.

Now for this the reason I said 'hear what Cas said was because to me it seems Michael is somewhat surprised (but mostly angry ) that the winchesters showed up. When Michael says "What have you done." I don't believe its in the sense that "what have you done you trapped me."

But more "what have you done by bringing them here." In concern with to Adam.

Now to back up the past thought.

We see here when Adam is talking to the winchesters and he's starting to get emotional . Michael takes control and says 'enough.' Because he's separating Adam from the pain and disappointment of hearing what his brothers have to say.

Now this. This little f up.

No way in anything could those cuffs hold Michael. Like stated im pretty sure Adam convinced Michael to see what Cas had to say. So wearing the cuffs were an essential part of playing the part. Making the winchesrers feel that they actually hold him.

But what did Miguel do? He f'ed up and opened the darn portal🤭

And here I see Dean actually kinda shocked at that...like an idiot.

And our last part. When Michael says ,"if you please." So darn condescending cuz its like I could get out of them but....nah. it's like a flick to the face.

Now when he checks his hands. Umm he's an archangel. He can heal anything but I think its mainly reflex to make sure Adam was okay and not hurt because of the winchesrers stupidity.

That ends my ted talk 😃

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jazzywrites · 3 years

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Back in time part 2

Hey guys hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Castiel x non-gender specific reader

Warning: baby winchesters

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Y/n pov

Y/n sat in the back of the Impala, soft clicking came from Sam’s fingers as he typed. He’s been searching the witch the entire car ride. Which has felt like an eternity, sitting here doing nothing but answer the small questions that Sam had.

The silence started to itch at Y/n. Feeling annoyed the sat up, leaning over the front bench for the radio. They click it on and AC/DC started up as they sat back in their chair.

“You listen to AC/DC?” Dean asked with such admiration. Y/n snorted at the happiness that took the older Winchester.

“Kinda have to. You listen to one album over and over,” they smile at the bitch face they received from the review mirror.

“It’s so weird that you know us, but we don’t know you.” Dean stated while he shifted in his seat awkwardly.

“Yeah, it is” Y/n responded as they looked out the window, seeing that it had started raining.

“I never asked, what year is it?” They asked as they looked over at Sam when he tensed in his seat.

“2010,” Dean said calmly as he took a left on the road. Y/n nodded as they fiddled with their fingers.

“Lucifer, huh?” Y/n’s heart started wrench knowing Sam’s outcome by the end of the year.

“Yeah, him,” Sam mumbled as he pretended to continue searching even though Y/n knew he was done.

“You know what’s gonna happen. Mind enlightening us? We are kind of confused about what to do next.” Dean asked, looking at Y/n through the review mirror.

Y/n let out a strong sigh as they sat up in their seat uncomfortably.

“I want to tell you,” Dean looked at them with furrowed eyebrows, “I want to, trust me. But if I do, it might fuck up outcomes that might interfere with us from meeting each other.” Y/n shook their head as they continued. “I can’t risk that, I’m sorry Sam,” y/n said with such heartbreak.

Sam whipped his head back with a shocked face.

“What?! What happens!?” He shouted startling Y/n with the loudness of his voice.

A whoosh of wings cuts Y/n off from making any excuse that came into their head the quickest. Y/n looked over and there was Castiel. Two fingers lifted and landed on Sam’s head, making him pass out. The giant man fell headfirst into Dean’s lap.

“What the hell, Cas!” Dean shouted as he pulled over on the side of the road. Y/n had ventured to the other door, giving a wide width of space between them.

“Y/n will not give any information about the future. It will ruin the order.” Cas’ voice rough and demanding as he gave a glance to Dean then Y/n.

“Sam is okay. He will not remember the last 5 minutes of your conversation.” Cas enlightened as he looks at Y/n. He gave a head tilt when he fully looks at them.

“What?” Y/n said with roughness at the angel staring. He continued to stare not taking notice of the uncomfortable human.

“How did you find us, Cas. Thought our ribs were carved. Since Y/n/n here is from the future, their ribs should be carved too.” Dean asked as he drove back onto the road.

“They are carved,” Cas said with bluntness and no information whatsoever.

“Okay, enlightened us how you found us then, dumbass.” The annoyance in Dean’s voice was clear as day.

Y/n took in a deep breath, knowing full well why he found them so easily.

“Dean, we are soulmates. He can find me with ease. Like an itch in the back of his brain at all times,” Y/n explained while still staring at the beautiful angel. In the middle of Y/n's statement, the angel had stopped staring and was now looking at his fingers awkwardly.

“Thought angels don’t have souls,” Dean mentioned while pulling up to a motel and parking Baby by the entrance.

“Figurative speech, darling.” Y/n said smiling when Dean cautiously took Sam’s head off his lap when he exited Baby.

They got their room, 2 beds, and a pull-out. Dean went and tried to wake up Sam but obviously he didn’t. Dean glanced at Cas making the angel roll his eyes. Cas walked over and picked up Sam bridal style with ease.

They walked into their motel, y/n sat on the couch on the left of the front door. To the left of the couch was a small wall blocking the two beds. On the right side of the door was a small table and a chair. A small tv on a nightstand that stood in front of the two beds. Left side of the beds was a small closet and a bathroom.

Cas placed Sam on the bed closest to the bathroom. He sat up straight and turn to see Dean looking at him with confusion. He reciprocated the confusion giving his signature cute head tilt.

Dean shook his head and began, “don’t you wanna take Y/n on a lil vacation to Zachariah?” Y/n stood up at the sound of their name. They leaned their side on the little wall separating the beds from the couch.

“Yeah, what happened to that, Cassie?” Y/n couldn’t seem to stop the nickname from escaping their mouth. Cas didn’t seem to mind as he stood up straighter hearing the questions.

“Don’t you still got orders from Doctor dick bag?” Y/n asked as they walk passed both boys to Sam. The sadness in their eyes returned looking at the sleeping man. They sat by his shoulder reaching out to comb their fingers through his hair. Poor Sam.

“I do,” Cas started tensing up at his realization of disobedience.

“Yeah, what happened. Stopped listening to the narcissist?” Dean asked taking a beer from his duffel bag. Y/n was kinda amazed that it was still in tacked.

“I am just not,” it was hard for Cas to find the words for his sentence. This situation made Y/n sort as they lifted from Sam’s bed looking at the younger version of their boyfriend.

“Able?” They asked with a smirk. Cas’ head bowing down to look at his feet. His disappointment clear in his features.

“Happens when you love someone, Cassie.” Y/n smiled as they walked over to the almost fallen angel. They got close enough to be able to grab his trench coat and fix it. Situating the collar to look nicer.

“I-,” Cas started but Dean cut them off with a small cough as he took a sip of his beer.

“I think instead of the lovey dicey shit we should get Y/n back to their time. Older version of us must be worried.” Dean explained walking over to Sam’s laptop that he brought in. It was sitting on the little table. Dean took a seat, opening the laptop.

“Yeah,” Y/n said slowly as they smiled at the awkward blue-eyed angel.

“Cas can you zap them back, or no?” Dean asked as he scrolled through the computer’s information.

“No, this witch is powerful. But she is in this time.” Cas said walking over to Dean and looked over his shoulder.

“Well, that’s good. We can kill her,” Y/n smile walking over to Dean’s duffle bag, taking out his gun. They took out the magazine to look at the bullets. Seeing the silver bullets Y/n smile.

“Werewolf?” Y/n asked with comfortability, looking over to Dean. He glanced over with a quick smile and a nod.

“Been too busy with angels haven’t used my gun in a while,” Dean explained as he typed on his computer.

“Hey, Cas, can you do your angel mojo to teach down the witch? You said she was powerful, can be detected in your state of angel power, right?” Y/n question as she gave a glance at Sam. He had moved since the last time they looked at him. He was laying Superman-style on his stomach.

“I can, but she has to be in the middle of using her powers,” Cas informed. He stood straighter to look at Y/n better.

Yeah, of course, she has to,” Y/n said with irritation. Walking over to Dean, they took the computer and proceeded to type what they recall.

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Older Winchester pov

Dean was pacing around the bunker. It has been almost a day and they have nothing.

“Hey, this is new, ” Sam piped up looking closer at his screen. Dean came running, looking over his brother’s shoulder.

“Okay she killed in 2010, what does that gotta do with Y/n?” Dean asked backing away from Sam and proceeded his pacing.

“Because this wasn’t here before. She started killing in 2016, not 2010.” Sam informed him, showing off his screen.

“So you’re saying they time traveled?” Dean inquired as he continues to read the bright computer screen.

“Yeah, and the witch got stuck in the power ball,” Sam wrinkles his brow to look at the screen but not reading it. Ranking his brain to remember what happened in 2010.

“Dean, if they are in 2010 that means Lucifer is walking.” Sam looked up at him with an anxious face that was reciprocated by his bigger brother.

They were interrupted when the bunker door swung open, revealing their angel friend. He was hysterical as he fled down the stairs, running past the war table into the library where everyone was.

“Is Y/n okay?!” He shouted at the worried-looking boys.

“We don’t know. Cas, I’m sorry,” Sam sighed and stood up to walk to Cas.

“We do think they were sent back in time,” Dean started to explain. They told Cas the information that they have came up with.

“So, they are stuck in a time when there was going to be an Apocalypse?! Lucifer and Micheal?!” Cas started to hyperventilate, the feeling in his stomach made him want to hurl.

“We have to go back!” Cas cried out at the boys with urgency.

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Hey! Sorry that it’s gonna be a series. Weirdly enough it was supposed to be a one shot, but whatever.

Tell me if you enjoyed!💕✨

-Jax

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 4 years

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Teamwork (Damian Wayne x X Winchester!Reader) *PLATONIC

Characters: Damian Wayne XWinchester!Fem!Reader, Dean Winchester X Daughter!Reader

Universe: DC, Supernatural

Warnings: Mention of death and violence

Request: Is there anyway you could do a crossover with spn and Batfamily? Like dean has a daughter who decides to go out on a hunt in Gotham(her dad thinks she’s out getting burgers for them) and only to wonder upon Damien as robin, who critiques her for being in the same place as him(he’s following the same trail) and is amazed by how she can use a dagger. It ends up with them escaping and seeing their parents like really? And they could end up as friends? Thanks so much! Love your blog so much!

You knew that your dad would kill you if he found out what you were up to. Hell, he’s bound to find out and you knew it yet you can't help yourself; you’d done extensive research into the situation and you were certain you could handle it- it was a simple demon or two, no more, causing trouble in Gotham as to not raise too much attention, though you’d picked up on it and felt proud of yourself for doing so.

You’d luckily only been a bridge away from Gotham and so when your dad and uncle went out for their own hunt, you packed a bag, and took off to catch the bus into the city, and once there you made your way to the area you knew they were working; near the docks, where they were also using a warehouse to hold their ‘findings’ and to hold meetings. You had to scale several fences in the process, and you had reached the last one you had to scale, and you could see the warehouse with light peeking through a door just after it.

“You know you’re trespassing right?” You looked up at the building that the fence was attached to, spotting a figure squatting down and looking down at you. Judging by the cape… it was one of the batman helpers, and judging by the fact that he was about your height, and therefore your age, he was Robin.

“So are you.” You responded. He stood up, jumping off the building and landing on the other side, putting his hands on his hips as he glared at you. You copied his movement, but smirking at him.

“There is a small but dangerous criminal group in that warehouse, I’m in charge to make sure no one else gets hurt by them, especially not some stupid kid who’s being nosey. So turn around and beat it.” He told you.

“Oh, I know they’re there, that’s why I’m here. I know they’re dangerous, but lucky for you, I know how to deal with them, so if anything you should be the one beating it.” You retaliated, before jumping on the fence, climbing over and jumping down, now actually being face to face with Robin. “They’re not normal criminals.” You informed him before starting to walk towards the warehouse before Robin grabbed you to stop you. You responded by managing to twist his arm, forcing him to leg go out of pain. He seemed surprise by your ability. “Like I said, I know how to deal with them, and I know how to deal with other things like them- I know what I’m doing, so the sooner I get in there and deal with them, the sooner you have less criminals on your hands and Gotham will be that bit safer.” You told him.

“You can’t go in there alone. They have guys!” He insisted. You thought for a moment, before smirking again.

“Okay, how about we work together?”

Dean was cursing the entire way as he drove through Gotham, Sam keeping his eyes on the phone in his hands, which was tracking your phone. “What the hell is she playing at?” Dean asked allowed as he turned a corner, keeping his eyes peeled for you. They had arrived back early when the target had made a run for it and had escaped, only to come back to the motel and find you absent. Sam had felt very lucky that just days prior he’d installed the tracking device incase you did go missing. “Why would she come here of all places?” He commented again.

“I don’t know, lets just focus on finding her.” Sam assured weakly. “Turn left.” He instructed, which Dean followed, and there was silence for a moment till he came to a stop. Sam looked up, seeing the fence. They both knew you had made it a hobby to jump fences to get out of the car and started to make their climb over. When they got to the other side, they soon heard gunshots not too far away, and they looked at each other before taking off in the direction in a sprint.

They came to the warehouse, and by that point the gunshots had stopped, and Dean drew his gun and charged in to find several men on the floor with their guns a few feet away, and ahead he saw you standing with a boy about your age, both your backs to him. “Y/N!” He called, charging towards you. You and the boy turned and he engulfed you in a hug, before pulling away “What the hell were you thinking?” He barked at you. You visibly didn’t falter.

“I’m fine.” You simply responded. Dean then looked around again, and stopped body just feet away, and it was clear you and boy had been looking at it. He looked at the boy, only now realising who it was. “It was a demon.” You told him. “He cause causing a lot of trouble and no one had noticed it was a demon.” You told him. Sam had caught up by this point.

“So you thought it was a good idea to do it alone? He could have killed you!” Dean scorned.

“She wasn’t alone. She had me.” Damian spoke up, crossing his arms, looking up at your father with a daring look. Dean looked about ready to say something, before he heard heavy footsteps, and so did everyone else, and they turned to see none other than Batman approaching.

The tall dark figure stopped just before the demon’s vessel, and glanced down before looking at Robin for an explanation, who looked at you, and so Batman’s attention was on you. “Supernatural stuff, the guy was dead and his body was being used as a vessel. Technically we didn’t kill anyone.” You defended quickly, taking a glance at Robin when you mentioned the plural, and he nodded in agreement.

“From what she’s told me and what I’ve seen… if either of us had entered without her we wouldn’t have made it out alive.” Damian now added to further justify what happened. Batman simply sighed, before nodding.

“Alright. I’ve alerted the police. They should be here soon.” He said, Sam and Dean looked at each other nervously, and Batman caught it. “Would you be in trouble if they found you here?”

“He’s my dad and he’s my uncle, we do this as a job, which unfortunately means that-” Your dad covered your mouth, shushing you.

“Then don’t let us keep you up.” Almost everyone was shocked at Batman’s decision, especially when everyone knew of his opinion on the whole killing thing.

“Wait!” Robin spoke up. “What if we have another problem like this? Wouldn’t it be useful to be in contact with professionals?” He justified it. You smiled under your dad’s hand as it lowered out of shock. Batman hummed, and nodded, approaching Sam and handing him a small card.

“Only call this in emergencies or if you find something like this here again… Thank you for your help.” Batman said, nodding his head at you. You nodded back proudly, and you sent a little wave to Robin who returned it as your dad and uncle escorted you out, too gobsmacked to scorn you further.

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