Hey Could You Write One Where Dean And Sam Are Furious Because Of A Bad Hunt, And When Their Boyfriend

Hey could you write one where Dean and Sam are furious because of a bad Hunt, and when their boyfriend tried to calm they down, they yell at him and after sometime they find their bf cryng and get guilt? Love your writing♥️♥️

Of course I can write this! And thank you for loving my writing♥️

The Guilt Train

Dean and Sam throw their duffel bags onto one the table in front of them, their anger obviously showing.

“Dean, Sammy,” you take a couple steps closer to them, “we didn’t know what was going to hap-”

“Back off!”

“Shut up!” Dean says right after Sam, and pointing a finger at you. “Just shut up! Don’t fucking say anything.” 

“Leave us alone!” Sam adds.

Holding back tears, you grab your duffel off the ground and take it to your old room. “Fucking dumbasses!” You slam the door.

Sobs and tears escape from your body. This is stupid. You’re crying from your boyfriends yelling at you ‘cause of a bad hunt.

You try and calm your cries, but it seems kinda hard to do as you’re used to one or both of them comforting you.

Slipping underneath the covers, you curl yourself into a ball and cry into the pillow.

~1 HOUR LATER~

You wake up with a headache, red splotches on your face and red rimmed eyes.

You decide to take something to get the headache away.

Changing into one of Dean’s boxers and Sam’s flannels, you shuffle towards the kitchen to where your boyfriends are. 

You raid the pantries until you finally found the painkillers. Taking two, you swallow them in a mouthful of water.

Sam and Dean watch you with a look of worried and guilt. “Baby?” Sam says softly as he tries to get you to look at them.

“My head really hurts, so I’m gonna go back to sleep.”

“Why weren’t you in the room?” Dean asks.

“I am in the room, my room.” Your eyebrows are softly furrowed. Sam corrects on what Dean said by asking, “Why weren’t you in our room?”

“You said to leave you guys alone.”

“Aw, sweetheart.” Dean stands up to wrap his arms around you. "We didn't mean to yell at you. We're just being grumpy men."

Sobs escape from you again. Sam does the same thing Dean is doing, but his body is behind yours.

“What about we go back to our room and have some cuddles?” Sam asks. You nod against Dean’s neck.

“Okay,” Sam turns you around to pick you up. You wrap your limbs around him and tiredly watch Dean trail behind you. He quickly nudges his nose against yours.

You smile softly once the three of you are at the room.

The three of you are already in comfy clothes, so Sam places you in the middle of the bed as him and his brother are on each side of you.

Sam spoons you, his hand gently rubbing against your hip.

Dean nuzzles his face against yours, a hum escaping from you.

Your eyes close as the warmth of the two surrounds you. You enjoy the touch of them, even if it’s for a brief moment.

“Love you.”

"Love you, baby boy," they say in unison. They smile at each other as they don’t get a reply, knowing you’d fallen asleep.

I HAVE TO PICK TWO?!?!

I mean, I wouldn't pick 4, 6 and 7, but like....BITCH

We need more Gabriel x Winchester sister (still 13-14) :)

Alright, sounds like a plan :) I'll try to think of one

Hey! What about one where the reader is Sam and Deans little sister (13-14) and a hunt goes wrong and Sam and dean die and she breaks down in Cas’ arms telling him what happend ? Thanks!

Let’s do this! Thank you for the request :p

Cas Is Always There

You and your brothers stand outside the wrecked and abandoned warehouse from taking a pack of wolves. 

The three of you have some sort of wound on your face. Sam with claw marks, Dean have a small cut, and yourself having a cut on your eyebrow and a split lip.

“I think we got them.” You chuckle.

Sam and Dean give you their bitch faces. “You weren’t supposed to come!”

“Let alone hide in the backseat of Baby!” Dean finishes. 

“At least you two bloody idjits are alive! If I hadn’t been in Baby, then both of you would be dead.” Your eyebrows are furrowed softly.

Dean and Sam start to talk, but their voices begin to fade out.

“Behind-” Your voice breaks the fading noise.

Dean and Sam turn around to have two wolves have an arm in each of your brothers’ chests.

“No!” You scream, raising your gun to shoot both the wolves’ in their heads as soon as their hands get out and be covered in the thick, crimson liquid.

Your brothers’ bodies drop to the ground. 

You scream and cry whilst dropping to your knees. You start to hyperventilate. “Get up.” You manage to get out. They’re just playing some sick prank.

“No.” You look up to the voice. “What happened?” Cas asked. You say nothing, letting your struggled breathing take over.

He opens his arms for you, immediately running into them. One hand is on your lower back, the other cupping the back of your head.

He doesn’t care that your tears are wetting his trench coat. “(Y/N), you need to calm your breathing.” 

“I-I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.” His vessel’s heartbeat is calming you down. “What happened?” He repeated the question.

“I hid in the backseat of Baby as I had a bad feeling about this hunt. I helped them kill the pack and we thought we got them all, we did. But the two that killed them must’ve been hiding.”

After a few seconds of silence, “I’m going to take you back to the bunker.”

You shake your head against his chest, “No. You’re going to take us back to the bunker.” You glance up at him with tears in your eyes, wanting to slip out. He nods.

You slowly walk to Baby and sit in the passenger seat, watching Cas put the dead bodies of your brothers in the back seat. After that’s done, he sits in the driver’s seat. 

“I don’t want to drive.” You say sadly. Cas nods as the engine starts and Baby is back onto the road.

On the way to the bunker, your head is resting in the angel’s lap, one of his hands lying on your side.

Once there, Cas carries you bridal style to your room. Your head rests against his neck, something you’d always do when Sam or Dean carried you.

Setting you on your bed, he leans you against the head rest and kisses your forehead, the kiss lingering for a moment, reminding you of the kisses good night.

“Can you stay?” Your voice is hoarse from the screams. “Yeah, I can.” Cas takes his shoes off to do your movement on the bed.

You move to lie your head on top of his chest. His arm wounds around your shoulder and draw lines and figure 8s on your back. You drape your leg in between his.

“I don’t want them gone, Cas. I want them back.”

“We’ll think of something.” He kisses the top of your head as you’re dozing off to sleep. “I’ll do something.”

Hii, so, i Just read your Michael fic and now i need more Michael things, so, could you write one where Michael and cas( the other love of my life) start to have a crush in the same boy, but they don't know How to handle their feelings, and cas gets confuse and michael thinks the reader cursed him, but in some moment they start to compete for the reader attention and get jealous of him with the other angel, you can chouse How It ends. ( And your writing have improved a lot, u r doing amazing)

Hey! Cas is also the love of my life, along with so many other characters from other fandoms, some from Supernatural, too. Thank you for the bracket saying at the end. I guess my writing has improved a bit

Shared Feelings

“I swear to Father, he has cursed me with something as I wasn’t looking.” Michael says to himself, expecting no one else to listen, but his brother, Cas, heard what he said.

“I assure you, brother, (Y/N) has not cursed you with anything. Why would you think that?” Cas puts down the recommended book from you down.

“I am feeling love towards the human.”

“I do, too.”

Michael glares at his brother. He then says, “Are you confused on your feelings for the human?”

A simple nod is his answer.

The moment you walk into the lounge of your apartment, the angels are quiet.

Dumping your body on the couch, you lean your head back against the back rest, your eyes closed. 

The angels are now sitting on both sides of you.

Straightening your head and opening your eyes, you look side to side to the angels having some sort of loving look on their faces.

You turn the TV on to have the news playing before you grip the angels’ jaws in both hands and move their heads towards the TV.

Second pass to have Cas’ hand intertwined with yours.

Michael has noticed, discomfort going through his body.

You notice the feeling going through his body as his body is now basically over the armrest.

Thinking of before you were going to enter the lounge and remembering their conversation about you, you had thought that they wouldn’t like you back.

You grab Michael’s hand to pull him back against your side.

You shift to have your head leaning against his shoulder. “I like the both of you. You don’t need to fight over me or fight for my attention. Just do something and don’t be scared.”

Cas has a soft smile as for Michael, he has a big smile and his cheeks tinted pink. He nuzzles his cheek against your head.

Cas lets go of your hand to rest his head in your lap, yourself beginning to play with his hair. “He cursed you with his love.” Cas mumbles, yourself being confused.

A hit on his head comes along with his brother saying, “Shut up.”

One where Winchester sister!Reader (any age) needs to under cover at a party to go kill vampires and in the middle of trying to kill them she does a something that blows up the vampires so she’s covered in blood like dripping and goes back to the bunker fully drenched in blood and she’s traumatised because she can’t figure out what made them explode?:)

Oo, this is kinda gory. I love gory things. I’m gonna write it like when the vamps explode if that’s okay with you

Bloody Hell - Winchester Brothers x Winchester!F!Reader Age: 30

Blood and guts explode everywhere from a small group of vamps. You were standing right in front of them, their blood and guts completely covering your body, making you kinda look like Carrie.

The people scream as they all push and shove each other out of the way to exit the house.

You’re the last person out with an emotionless expression.

Sitting down on the pavement, you take out your phone to find Dean’s contact. It picks up after the first few rings. “I’m ready to be picked up, Bean, and make sure you bring towels.” You say softly.

“Okay, baby sis, we’re a few minutes out.”

Ending the call, you dump your phone onto the grass next to you.

As said, a few minutes pass to have Baby pull over next to you and stop.

Immediately, both the driver’s and passenger’s door open to have your brothers’ drop to their knees next to you, asking if you’re okay.

Standing up and opening the back door, you cover your seat with the towels to sit on top of them.

Dean and Sam give each other worried looks before going back to their seats. “I’m fine,” you said softly.

Driving back on the road and to the bunker, they try to get you to talk, but fails.

“Dean, I think she’s in shock or she’s traumatized.” Sam states out.

Once at the bunker, you’re the first one out and walking quickly to your room, Sam and Dean hot on your tail.

You slam your door right in front of them, both trying to talk to you coming out, Dean’s hands on the locked door knobs and Sam banging his hands on the door.

They step back as they see your door opening slowly to take in the view of your bloodied body.

“I-I want help.” You say with a small, embarrassed voice. Your brothers nod, taking you back into your room and into the connected bathroom.

Sam starts to fill the tub with the right amount of warm-hot water as Dean gets out some comfy clothes for you.

Once the tub is filled, Dean peels the bloodied clothes off your sticking body, him and Sam not really caring to seeing you naked as I guess they had their fair share of sight-seeing.

Sitting yourself in the nice water, it starts to stain itself a pinky-red before it starts to get darker.

Dean sits against the small ledge behind you with his feet in the water, washing the blood that has poured itself down your back as Sam sits on the edge of the tub, his feet in the water too, himself washing your hair.

Once you’re all clean and the water is stained red, you get out of the tub and into a towel.

Dean tries you off, ruffling up your hair and leaving it all over the place after the towel is dumped onto the sink. Him and Sam help you into your clothes, yourself mumbling, “I don’t know what happened. I was about to attack them, but they just,” you paused, “exploded.”

“You’re fine, though. You’re safe.” Dean kisses your forehead. “And we’re happy that you are,” Sam adds, kissing the top of your head.

“Let’s get you to bed, trouble.”