Take It For The Win - BSM Dean X Winchester!F!Reader

Take It For The Win - BSM Dean x Winchester!F!Reader

Summary: You take a pole through your chest for Dean as you two fight through a dozen or so of demons. One has a pole somehow and that’s when you take it for your big brother who didn’t see it coming

Dean’s POV (Y/N) and I keep the end of our guns at the person in front of us. “D-Demon? What demon?” The guy has his arms in front of him. “You, you fucker.” (Y/N) grips her gun more.

The guy relaxes his arms by his side, his shoulders relaxed. His eyes flash black before going back to its original colour. "You got me. Thought you would figure it out, not the little one." He says to me.

(Y/N) turns around from a noise coming from behind us. She shuffles, so I can feel her back lean against mine. “At lease a dozen. We should take it for the win. Like a couple days ago.”

Turning my head to the side, I see she has a cocky smile on her face. “I’m so glad I brought you instead of Sam to paintball.” I smile back at her before glaring back at the demon.

He does a small motion, causing the dozen to charge towards us.

After what seems to be a quick few minutes, 20 minutes later, (Y/N) and I are covered in blood and surrounded by the dozen. “Where’d he go?” I look at her turning around to find the guy we were after.

When she faces me, she runs to be at the back of me. My body turns as she had gripped my biceps, her body face me.

Glancing down, a pole is through her chest, the end that came through is now dripping with a thick crimson-coloured liquid dripping onto the ground.

Taking the pole out, I swerve around her to pierce it through the guy’s chest and shooting him in the head. Letting go of the metal, I let his body fall to the ground to have blood come out from the back of the wounds.

Going back to my sister, I help her to sit on the ground, her back against my chest. I put my hands on her chest, knowing that it won’t do shit. 

(Y/N) leans the back of her head on my shoulder. One of her hands grabs one of mine to intertwine them together and resting on her stomach. Looking at her pale face, she gives me the look of ‘I love you’. “I love you, too, baby sister.”

Leaning my head on top of hers, some tears escape. Feeling her hand go limp in mine, I sob out. “Come on. You said we were gonna beat Sammy in paintball.”

Moving her to have her side lean against my chest and stomach, I see her (e/c) eyes drained to a lighter colour. “You really did take it for the win.” I look down my hand holding hers to see the prize she one on my wrist. “Out of all the things there were, you could’ve chosen anything, yet, you chose a bracelet. You’re so dumb.” I chuckle sadly through the tears. “I guess you did take it for the win.”

“Come out, come out, wherever you are.” I sing out with a smile on my face. Hearing absolutely nothing, I get suspicious (Y/N) left me out here on my own.

Pain goes into the middle of my back, making me move my hand closet to it. “Ah, fuck.” Turning around, (Y/N) has a big smile on her fave. “Baby Winchester takes it for the win.” She says a funny way whilst moving her shoulders and rotating her arms a bit.

“Yeah, you did, kiddo.”

Quickly, I raise my gun out to try and shoot her. But only to feel the same pain from my back to my shoulder. “Oh, you motherfucker.”

(Y/N) gasps whilst raising her free hand to cover her mouth. “You talk to those chicks with that mouth?” She places her hand on her chest as she bows a bit.

Walking to her, I bow down to wrap my free arm around the back of her thighs and slumping her over my shoulder as I stand back up. She starts to slap my back.

I thank the man at the counter as I return the guns.

Once out of the building, I start hard hits on my ass. “Stop hitting my ass.” I take the keys out to Baby out of my pocket once I neared her. “Well, I can’t ‘cause I can’t reach your dumbass head.”

Putting her on the passenger side of Baby, I get the back of my head whacked. “Better?” She nods, “Better.”

When the both of us get into the car and myself starting the engine before driving, I ask, “What would you like for your prize?” The word ‘bracelet’ becomes my answer. I question her why.

“Kids would go after teddies or really cool looking hats. Having a bracelet would be a little different.”

Pulling up to the mall, (Y/N) quickly runs in. After a few minutes, she ran back. “Give me your arm.” I raise an eyebrow at her. “Just do it, dumbass.”

“Okay, little shit.” Giving her my arm, she puts the bracelet around my wrist. “Why’d you give it?” I turn my wrist side to side to examine it. It’s simple and black.

“After all the shit you’ve done for me, I thought I’d give you a small prize for the being one of the best brothers who I can call a dumbass. And teaching me to take in the win.”

Part 2

The Little Alarms - Sam x F!Reader

I'd say this has to be my favourite one I've written so far

Summary: You and Sam are woken up by your kids after a night of activities

Sam shifts his head to have his nose buried into the back of your head. He’s flat against his back, you being on your side, your back towards him. His arm is resting underneath your neck. His breath is sending small shivers down your back. 

The blanket is down to his and your hips, covering the lower parts of your bodies.

Small footsteps come towards your room. The door opens to show two year old twins, Kevin and Charlie, who are just wearing nappies.

Kevin helps Charlie get up onto the bed before climbing on himself.

Kevin waddles to your side of the bed as Charlie goes towards your husband. She sits on his stomach, Kevin sandwiching between your arms. His head is above your naked chest.

Sam removes his arm from under your neck to wrap his arms around your baby girl. He picks her up and settles her on his chest. You move onto your back to sit Kevin on your stomach.

You keep your eyes closed, but wrap your arms around your son. Kevin starts to blow raspberries against your chest. You laugh softly.

Charlie lays her body onto Sam’s stomach and chest and does the same thing her brother is doing to their father.

“What time is it?” You ask. Sam takes a glance at the alarm clock on his side table before looking back at the little girl on him. “7:28.”

“That’s nice of you to let Mummy and Daddy sleep in a little.” You poke Kevin’s chubby tummy that makes him giggle and wrap his hand around your finger.

Sam lifts Charlie up into the air, making her seem like Superman.

You turn to your side to face them with Kevin sitting in between you and Sam. 

Charlie gets sat back down. She decides to slide her legs towards her brother and put a hand on his head to walk to you. “Hey, baby.” You let her lean against your stomach. “Hi, Mama.” She sits down and pushes her brother away a bit.

Kevin puts his hands on his father’s side to stand and have his nappy-covered butt go into Charlie’s face. “Ew!” She pushes against his butt, which makes his body fall on top of Sam’s.

A whine escapes from him. “No pushing, Charlie.” Sam says in a soft, stern voice. He scoops up the baby boy and rests him against the warmth of his father.

You grab the blankets at the end of the bed to let your little family be underneath it.

Charlie is now wedged in between Sam’s side and arm. He grabs your hand to tug at it, motioning for you to come forward.

You do as you’re told. You shuffle a bit to rest against his arm and the back of your daughter. “We’re naked.” He says, looking at you to see your eyes are closed. “So are the twins.” He hums in agreement before doing the same.

The little family falls asleep before waking up an hour or two to Dean yelling.

Aw, No - Sam x F!Reader x BestFriend!Dean

Summary: You and the boys have separate hunts and end up meeting at the cabin in the woods at the end of them. Once you’re through the door, you see Sam dead

Dean’s POV I dump Sam’s body on the dinner’s table in the kitchen of the cabin. I glance down to my crimson-coloured hands shaking. “Aw, no.” Tears sting my eyes from seeing blood stain his shirt from the area of his heart and some of his intestines hanging out a bit from his stomach.

I peel off my jacket to throw it onto the ground.

I take a chair to sit down in. I lean my right elbow against the armrest, covering my mouth to muffle my sobs. I cover my face with my elbows on my knees. “What am I going to tell her, Sammy?”

On cue, (Y/N)’s car pulls up to the cabin. The engine cuts off with a door closing. I run to the door once it opened to try and block her view.

“Hey. You okay?” She notices the tears down my cheeks with my eyes most likely red. “I-I tried to.” My voice cracks a bit, which makes her have a confused expression.

(Y/N) pushes me to the side a bit to see her boyfriend on the table motionless and breathless. “Sam?” Her eyebrows are furrowed. Her eyes shift to the wounds on him. “No!” She tries to run to him, but I wrap my arms around her from doing so.

“Sam!” She tries to wiggle out from my grip with tears flowing down her cheeks. “Sammy.” She gives up and squishes her cheek against my bicep, her arms around my middle, her hands clutching my flannel.

“I’ve tried to bring him back. They won’t let me. They said his time was up.” I rest my cheek on top of her head. “None of us can’t bring him back.” (Y/N) says nothing.

After a few minutes, (Y/N) had grown tired and fallen asleep in my arms. Picking her up with her legs around my hips and her arms slumped on my shoulders, I walk to one of the two rooms.

Placing her on the bed and putting the blankets over her body, I press a kiss to her temple before walking out of the room and closing the door.

My heart races as Cas is there once I turn around. “Cas. Warning would’ve been nice.”

“I’m sorry about Sam.” He gives me a soft look. I mumble a ‘Thanks’ before walking past him. I hear his footsteps behind me, so I know he’s still behind me. “(Y/N) is pregnant.” I stop to look at him. “Does she know?” A nod is given.

“She was going to tell Sam when she came back, but now she can’t.”

~Two Years Later~

Opening the door to the bunker, I immediately smell pie. Walking down the stairs and to the kitchen, I dump my duffel bag next to the door to see (Y/N) in a pair of shorts and in one of my flannels.

I give her a fright from wrapping my arms around her middle and my chin on her shoulder. “Hey, sweetheart.” She greets back. “You gotta wait for the pie to cool down, so we don’t want a repeat of last time.”

“Last time, that pie looked really good.”

“All the pies look really good.” She turns around to lean back onto the counter. “Where’s that little girl?” I glance around the kitchen. “Sammy, he’s home!”

Once those words are out, squeals come down from the hall. (Y/N) and I move out into it to see a little person run towards us. I crouch down with my arms extended out.

The little girl runs into my arms with a smile on her face. Standing back up, I have Sam’s little head on my shoulder. “Hi, baby.”

“Dada, Dada.” When Sam started to talk, she started calling me that. It was hard to tell her to not call me that, but she saw no one else as her father figure.

She moves her head off my shoulder to squish my cheeks together in her small, chubby hands. She puffs up her cheeks to blow out a raspberry. I lean forward to peck her lips, making her smile and giggle.

Sam takes notice of (Y/N) and extends her little arms to her mother. (Y/N) takes the little girl into her arms before walking back into the kitchen. (Y/N) bends down a bit to look in the fridge to bring out a pie after opening it.

Closing the door, the pie is placed next to the warmed one. “You made another one?” I question. “With Sam’s help.” Taking the small girl back, she starts to pat my cheeks.

Shifting her onto my hip, (Y/N) sets two bowls and a small one all filled with pie. “Cherry?”

“Pie.” Sam blurts out. (Y/N) and I laugh as her and I sit down at the table with the small bowl in front of me.

Sam ignores the small spoon of pie in my hand in front of her and puts both her hands into the pie. Taking her hands back out with her fists being filled with pie, she smashes her palms against my cheeks, making me close my eyes. “Pie.” (Y/N) laughs at what just happened.

With pieces of pie falling onto my lap, I open my eyes and licking my lips. “Aw, no. Not again.”

A Bit of Destiel Fluff

Cas: We love each other *smiles at Dean*

Dean: ...

Dean: Dude, people don't know that

Sam *smiles*: Yeah, they do

Sam: And when should he say it? At your wedding?

Dean: ...

Dean: Shut up, bitch

Little Note 2

I think I’m going to have Supernatural as my main fanfic write ups ‘cause I have so many gifs on my desktop and it seems like I’ve been writing about it more than the other fandoms. Requests to the fandoms are still open

Coming Home - Sam x M!Reader x Dean

Summary: The brothers sneak into their home after a hunt. They have a small argument, but it wakes you up

Dean’s POV Unlocking the door and opening it quietly, Sam and I walk through the house. Sam turns around to close the door quietly, but he slam it by accident. “Shit!”

“Sam!”

“I know, I know.” He waves his arm up and down at me. He walks behind me as we both walking to the lounge. “Why is it so dark?” He asks. “Maybe because our boyfriend is asleep and we said we wouldn’t be home until tomorrow afternoon.” I stop to turn around and look at him.

He hits the corner of the coffee table. “Fuck!” We start to have a argument. Something comes flying in between us to clatter against the ground.

The lights turn on to show (Y/N) having his gun raised. “Idiots!” He turns around to walk into the kitchen. Sam and I follow him, seeing that he’s taking out one of the many first aid kits from around the house, one being underneath the sink.

“I’ve been up for the past few nights without you guys knowing and I was actually getting a decent night’s sleep until you fucking idiots decided to wake me up.” He continues to rant off as he cleans the scratches on Sam’s face.

When it’s my turn, (Y/N) dumps the used cotton balls away before getting a couple out of the packet and putting them on the table. “I can’t believe I actually agreed to be with two dumbasses.” I put my hands on his hips to have him settle on my lap.

Letting him carry on with his rant, he does the same thing he did with Sam. “(Y/N). (Y/N)!” Our boyfriend stops his rant to look at Sam “We’re fine.”

“Yeah, I know.” (Y/N) goes back to cleaning the small wounds. “I let this slide ‘cause if you two died, I would’ve brought both of you back to kill you again.” Getting off me, he puts the first aid kit away and the used cotton balls away.

Sam wraps his arms from behind of (Y/N) and resting his head on top of his. (Y/N) reaches his hand behind Sam’s head and rests it in his hair. Sam turns around to lean against the bench with our boyfriend turning in Sam’s arms and his hand still in his hair. Sam now has his head rested in the connected part of (Y/N)’s shoulder and neck. “At least we came back.”

“I wanna go back to sleep. Both of you woke me up.” Walking over and picking up him by his legs, themselves automatically wrapping around my middle and his arms around my shoulders. I rest my hands on his ass. “Dean.” He says tiredly. “It’s okay.” I reassure him.

Sam follows us as I walk upstairs to our shared room. I put (Y/N) in the middle of the bed. He goes under the blankets and waits for Sam and I to get into comfortable clothes. Once we’re done, Sam is on (Y/N)’s left side and myself on the right.

(Y/N) turns to his side, his back to me and front to Sam. I wrap my arms around his waist to bring him in until his back hit my chest. “Next time you two do this again, I won’t hesitate to shoot.” Sam and I chuckle nervously, knowing he will.