Coming Home - Sam X M!Reader X Dean

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.

Eating - Jared x F!Reader x Jensen

This is going to be my first poly writing. Enjoy the cringe like every other thing I’ve written

Summary: You’re in the lounge with both the boys in the kitchen. Jensen sneakily grabs some of your snacks. Jared records the little sneaky before sending it to you

Jared’s POV Scrolling through my phone on YouTube, Jensen is searching for some food in the fridge and pantries. “What are you looking for?” I ask him. “(Y/N)’s secret stash.”

Getting the camera app out, I wait for him to find her food. “Yes!” He dumps a box of Twinkies, chocolate and chips out onto the bench. Recording him, “Jensen’s eating,” He eats a strip of chocolate.

Sending the little video, a ding from the lounge makes me turn my head to the room to see (Y/N) watch it after finishing up on a sentence she’s written on her laptop. “Oh, hell no. Jensen!”

“Yeah?” I turn back to see his eyes widened. (Y/N) climbs off the back of the couch to lean against the door frame of the kitchen with her arms crossed over her chest.

She runs to him to jump and have wrap her legs around his hips and arms around his shoulders, his hands on the bottom of her thighs. “You owe me. And you have to top up my snacks.” She looks at him.

Walking to where I am, he sits her on the counter. She leans her head against his shoulder to look at me. I trace the bags underneath her eyes. “You gotta stop going to bed late, Twinkie.” Groaning in response, she grabs my tracing hand to intertwine our hands together.

Lifting her head to look at her other boyfriend, “You ate my ice cream the other night, so you’re going to go get me some.” She puts her sock-covered feet on his thighs to push him away. “Now?”

“Now. And you’re getting the rest of my snacks, plus Jare’s gay bacon.”

“Gay bacon?”

“Rainbow strips. Go.” He quickly gives her a peck on the lips before grabbing his wallet and keys and going out the door.

Lifting her up, she does the same thing she did to Jensen; her legs around my hips and arms around my shoulders, my hands at the bottom of her thighs. Turning around, I let her grab her snacks.

Sitting on the couch and leaning against the armrest with (Y/N) resting on my lap, I put on her favourite movie. After half an hour of the movie and snacks, (Y/N) had fallen asleep with Jensen just pulling up.

The door opens to show him holding a bag of snacks and in the other hand, a small tower of pizza boxes. “Got us dinner.” Hushing him, he comes into the lounge to see (Y/N) in the state she’s in with crumbs on her face and some on my shirt.

Putting the food down, he walks off and comes back with a blanket in hand, draping it over her body. Grabbing some pillows at the other end of the couch, he places them on the ground to sit near (Y/N)’s snacks.

Him and I watch the rest of the movie until he puts on the Scoobynatural episode, knowing it’ll wake (Y/N) up. “Jens, you know she hates to be waken up.”

“Eh.” Jensen shrugs it off. A few minutes into the episode, (Y/N) wakes up to wake the back of Jensen’s head, making him whine. “Don’t wake me up when I’m really tired, dumbass.” Shifting, she faces the back of the couch as he changes the episode to something else. A smile in on my face with my arms moving to wrap around (Y/N)’s middle. “Told you.”

“Shut up.”

Cas! - Cas x Winchester!Child!F!Reader

I’m gonna have Sam and Dean be 19 and 23 (Sam 19, Dean 23) with them finding the bunker earlier and meeting Cas earlier too

Summary: When Cas pops in to see how you and the brothers are, you become really happy to see him

Age: 2-3 Cas’ POV I give the brothers a jolt in their seats as I fly into the library. “A little warning would have been nice, Cas.” Dean tells me. “We’ve told you this many times.”

“I apologize. I just want to see how all of you are doing.”

Turning around from a noise, I notice it’s happy squeals I have grown fond of it. A small figure runs in a waddle sort of way. “Cas!” I smile. The youngest Winchester, (Y/N), wraps her arms around my leg. I pick her up and rest her on my hip.

(Y/N) is half of Winchester blood because John had knocked up a woman and she left (Y/N) to John because she could not take care of a baby. John then left his daughter with her brothers before leaving with an explanation.

(Y/N) giggles as she leans her head on my shoulder. “Hi, Bee.” Perking her head up, she gives me a smile. She gives me a small kiss on my cheek before I do the same to her.

Sitting down on a seat at the table the brothers’ are at, (Y/N) starts to play with my tie as I talk to Sam and Dean.

After an hour, (Y/N) says, “Pie.” Her stomach makes noise after she said the word. Dean’s stomach does the same thing. “Yeah, I think it’s pie time.” Getting up, he grabs (Y/N) from my lap and onto his shoulders as he walks to the kitchen.

“She likes you, Cas.” Sam breaks me out from my gaze on the two. “She’s hardly like that with others. And she doesn’t like it when we get someone else looking after her when we’re on hunts.”

“I have grown fond of her, too.”

Hearing (Y/N) saying, “Sammy, salad,” grabs our attention to Dean and (Y/N) coming back with Dean holding two plates of pie and (Y/N) holding a bowl of salad.

Dean bows down a bit to let (Y/N) give Sam the salad and receiving a kiss on the cheek. When the pie is settle on the table, Dean gets (Y/N) down from his shoulders to settle back into my lap.

After (Y/N) eats her pie, she turns around to bury her small body in my trench coat. Wrapping it more around her, I wrap my arms around her and to feel her body relaxing.

Glancing down, her head is on my chest. A small smirk forms on my face.

Hearing cameras go off, I glance to Dean and Sam throwing their phones on the table to go back to their books and laptops. Leaning my chin on the young Winchester’s head, I help the older ones with one arm still holding (Y/N). “Sweet dreams.” I kiss the top of her head before going back to researching.

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.”

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

My Girls Be Tired - Dean x F!Reader

Summary: Dean wakes up to you still asleep from researching late and something on his back from a small body of your guys’ daughter on his back

MJ - Mary Jo Dean’s POV I turn my head to the side to see (Y/N) asleep next to me, herself lying on her stomach too and our hands intertwined. “Sweetheart.” A groan comes in response with her eyebrows furrowed softly together.

Shifting my body, I feel a smaller one underneath my shirt and on my back. “(Y/N).” She groans again as she shifts her body to lie on her side facing me. “MJ is on me again.”

“Don’t care. You’re warm and comfy.”

“She gets this from you.” I turn around onto my back, MJ moving her body as well to rest on my chest. I shake her body a bit to have a groan in return. “Come on, baby.”

“No. Daddy, stay.” Her small arms are now on the sides of my body. “Why don’t you sleep on Mama? She’s comfy on her chest.” (Y/N) pinches my arm. “Ah.” 

I wrap an arm around her shoulders, her head on my shoulder with my other arm on MJ. (Y/N) moves to have her head and some of her body underneath my shirt too. “What are you doing, sweetheart?”

“Warm, comfy.”

“You two do this when I’m wearing this big. baggy shirt.”

“Which I bought for me to steal after you wear it. The two year old does the same thing to me.” I feel her body relax more against mine. “I know that you came into bed at 5 this morning, but we need to get up.”

Getting nothing in response, I trace (Y/N)’s lower back gently with my other still resting on top of MJ. “Mama.” MJ says quietly. She gets out from underneath my shirt and blankets, her hair all over the place. “Hi, baby.”

“Hi, Daddy.” She shuffles herself up to sit on my pillow. (Y/N) moves to rest her whole body on top of mine. “You going back under?” I ask MJ, a tired nod is my answer.

She holds my hand as she walks on the bed and crawls underneath the blankets to rest on (Y/N)’s back, who’s still under the shirt. “Okay, we can sleep in for a little while.”

(Y/N) nuzzles her cheek further into my chest. I softly say her name. “Hm?”

“Why do you wear your underwear to bed?” I rest on my hands on her ass. “Why do you have to be a pain in my ass all the time?”

“Touche.”