George Weasley X Reader With Prompt 76 From The 100 Prompts List With George Saying It To The Reader

George Weasley x reader with prompt 76 from the 100 prompts list with George saying it to the reader right before the battle of Hogwarts and they get separated during the battle but find each other when it’s over and PLEASE DON’T MAKE FRED DIE. Thx!

I Thought I’d Lost You

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You were sat with Luna when Neville came through the portrait announcing he had a surprise, you turned to Luna raising an eyebrow in question before looking back to see Harry Potter stood before you all. Immediately everyone was on their feet, welcoming him back before he told you all he was looking for something, the only problem; he didn’t know what he was looking for or where it was. Luna mentioned the lost diadem of Rowena Ravenclaw but that wasn’t possible, the thing had been lost for centuries, nobody who was alive today had seen it. That thought lasted half a second until you realised that nothing is impossible, Fred and George taught you that much. When Ginny ran in announcing Snape’s discovery you all turned to Harry before he told you his plan.

You stood in your houses line as Snape spoke, slow and calculated, trying your hardest not to fidget as you waited for Harry. Hopefully Remus and the Order would be here soon, tensions were rising and it was only a matter of time before Voldemort struck.

“I invite them to step forward…now.” Snape finished, the hall stayed quiet for a few moments before Harry stepped out of line and began to confront Snape. Gasps and murmurs could be heard from around the room as he began talking.

“It seems that despite your exhaustive defensive strategies, you still have a bit of a security problem, headmaster.” With that the halls to the Grand Hall opened and in walked the Order of the Phoenix. Your eyes immediately settled on George who was scanning the room before he found you, ‘you okay?’ He mouthed and you nodded back slightly, not taking your eyes off him.

“How dare you stand where he stood?” You heard Harry begin, students had moved to accommodate the Order’s entrance and you took this as your chance to edge closer to George. “Tell then how it happened that night. Tell them how you looked him in the eyes, a man who trusted you, and killed him!” Your head shot around, finally looking away from George as you looked between Snape and Harry. You and many of the students gasped when Snape pulled his wand on Harry, even louder gasps could be heard when Professor McGonagall pushed Harry aside, her own wand trained on Snape as everyone stepped back, giving her room. You watched as Snape faltered before edging further back, a few rows from George. His eyes flickered from you to Snape, his own wand raised. You watched in amazement as McGonagall fired spell after spell at Snape until he retreated. Once he was gone, and McGonagall lit the castle up, you ran to George who wrapped his arms tightly around you. He started mumbling calming words into your hair, rubbing your back as you relaxed into him.

The celebration was cut short as you heard girls begin to scream before you heard Voldemort himself. You gripped onto George as Voldemort tried to convince you all to give him Harry in favour of not being killed and not having your home be destroyed. You glared at Pansy as she tried to get someone to grab him as you joined the circle that had formed around Harry, George’s arms still wrapped around you.

The hallways were filled with people running around, you could understand the panic but right now it wasn’t helping. You heard Professor McGonagall securing the castle when George grabbed your hand, pulling you along with him. Looking out the window as he pulled you, you saw the protection spells settling over Hogwarts and watched the spells Voldemort sent to destroy it. You breathing began to stutter slightly but your outer appearance remained calm.

“Stay with me, ok?” George said as he pulled you along to follow Kingsley, Remus and Fred. You brushed past Remus and Kingsley as George led you further into the castle. Once you three had got to the part of the castle you were to secure George let go off you, leaning against the wall with Fred.

“You okay, Freddie?” He asked, no trace of his usual humour when talking to his twin.

“Yeah.” Fred told him, not sounding very convincing but you couldn’t blame him. You felt terrified and stayed with you back pressed to the wall, a few steps behind the twins.

“Me too.” George told him, a smile on his face, drawing one from Fred. Always trying to stay strong for the other. They were good at that, putting up a strong front.

“Y/N?” George asked, turning to look at you.

“I’m good.” You told them, same amount of conviction in your voice as Fred causing George to smile at you. You tried your best to return it but struggled. He saw your eyes were wet, you were doing your best to contain your emotions but once he pulled you into his arms, a few tears slid down your face. “Don’t worry,” he whispered, “it’s going to be over soon.” You pulled out of the hug, seeing his eyes were glazed over, and pulled him into a breathtakingly, hard kiss. It was messy but you just needed to do it in case, in case- you couldn’t even finish the thought. Tears were freely rolling down your face as you pulled back, lips red and swollen as you whispered against them, “I love you George.” He didn’t tell you off for making it sound like goodbye, instead he pulled you in for a softer kiss before pulling back completely, “I love you too. Y/N.”

You heard someone shouting for help, no one else seemed to be around, preferring the bit of safety inside the castle provided them. You looked at George, a demand on his lips for you to stay but before he could say anything you were running towards the screaming, wand out and ready. “Y/N!” You heard him shout but knew you had to do something to help.

You helped the first year, getting her to a group of older students before you found yourself on the balcony of one of the floors, looking out at the quidditch pitch that was being engulfed by fire. You took a deep, not very calming, breath before you prepared yourself for what was to come.

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Watching with wide, watery eyes as Voldemort’s army tore into the protections around Hogwarts, you prayed that George was going to be ok. You prayed that it’d be quick. From your position you could see Remus and hoped he’d be OK, you knew he had just had a kid. Merlin, how was any of this happening?

You watched in horror as Voldemort’s army stormed into Hogwarts, a large part of you wanted to hide away. Wanted to find George and hide under a blanket with him like you did whenever either of you were scared or had a nightmare. This was the biggest nightmare you were experiencing and yet you knew you wouldn’t be waking up. You knew you had to fight though it wasn’t your war, wasn’t even your battle, but you knew you had to fight. His army made the protections around Hogwarts seem like nothing as they easily tore through, you heard McGonagall shouting from someone below your position for everyone to get back inside and let out a deep breath. Merlin, you wished you’d stayed with Fred and George.

You let out a gasp as a death eater appeared beside you and ducked out of the way of one of his spells, quickly you shot back your own, thankful for the extra Defence lessons. By the time you’d dealt with the death eater, two more had appeared next to you, one shot a spell that sent a huge cut across your leg whilst you quickly disarmed and petrified the other. You duelled with the second death eater, trying to ignore the sting in your leg when she fell to the floor, your looked up and saw Mr Weasley. You gave him a quick smile. He turned back and ran towards Kingsley as you fired off a ‘stupefy’ towards an unsuspecting death eater. You quickly dodged out of the way of falling brick, backing into a death eater, you let out a groan as you began duelling. You looked at the wall next to the death eater and raised a brow, the school was falling apart anyway, might as well get to blow something up.

“Bombarda Maxima!” You shout and watch the wall crush the death eater. “Ow.” You murmured as you were thrown back, landing on your cut leg. Your hand shot to your head, ignoring the trace of blood as you listen to Voldemort call back his army, “I do not wish this. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a terrible waste. I therefore command my forces to retreat.” You heard his threats as you shakily stood and made your way back to the main quarter of the castle, leaning heavily on the wall as you did.

Your eyes widen as you look around at the destruction that had been caused, you took in the countless dead bodies and injured students and teachers before your eyes settled on one family in particular. “No.” You murmured, your legs refusing to work as you saw Fred laying, unmoving, on the floor. You watched George move out of Mr Weasley’s hold to throw his arms around Ron.

“Ge-George.”  You managed to choke out. He turned to you, tears running down his face and let out a breath as he ran towards you, wrapping you tightly in his arms. “I-is he, George, is he-” You couldn’t even bare to say the words. “He needs a healer. He’s alive, but he’s-” here George paused to let out a sob, “Y/N, I don’t know if he’s gonna make it.” Over his shoulder you saw a nurse you didn’t recognise settle down next to Fred and pulled her wand out getting to work. “He’s gonna be ok, Georgie, he’s gonna be fine.” You whispered into his neck, hands running through his hair. “I’m so frightened. I’m so bloody scared.” He whispered to you and you just held him tighter because there were no words in the entire English language that you could say to make anything better.

The pair of you moved to sit next to the family, Ron having excused himself but you knew he played an important role in this too, knew information Harry had entrusted him with. You sat holding George’s hand, his grip on you bruising but you didn’t mind. Tears ran down your face as you stared at Fred, George’s head resting on yours as you watched the healer move her wand rapidly. No words were exchanged between the Weasley clan as they all looked on.

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When you see everyone leaving the hall you stood, George following too even though it was clear all he wanted to do was stay and look over his brother. You gasp and cling to George as you see Voldemort’s army walk into the courtyard, or what was left of it.

“Who is that Hagrid’s carrying?” You heard Ginny ask, your eyes darting over to Hagrid large frame before you let out a choked gasp, eyes widening when you realise just who it is.

“Harry Potter…is dead.” Your heart aches at the words, tears appearing in your eyes. Ginny dove forward, Mr Weasley grabbing her before Voldemort got to her. “Harry Potter is dead.” Voldemort confirmed. You looked around at the sea of faces all with disbelief written on them. “Harry Potter is dead!” Voldemort yells again, gaining a laugh from his followers, several sobs could be heard from around you. George nudged you as Neville stepped forward, your eyes squinting as he stopped before Voldemort.

“We lost Harry tonight. But he’s still with us, in here. All of them are. They didn’t die in vain. But you will because you’re wrong.” After his speech he pulled the sword of Gryffindor out of the hat, causing a few people to let out a gasp. You let out a cheer when you saw Harry push his way out of Hagrid’s arms. Laughed at Voldermort’s fear. George tugged you into the castle and wrapped you in his arms, you looked and saw Fred was missing, turning to look at George he whispered that Fred had been taken to Saint Mungos. You watched wide-eyed as Mrs Weasley killed Bellatrix, George kissing your head.

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Not long after it was announced that Harry had, finally, killed Voldemort, you and the Weasley Clan, plus Harry and Hermione, sat in the waiting room of Saint Mungo’s waiting for any news about Fred. Up until now you’d ignored the pain in your leg, your pain didn’t seem much considering you were sat waiting to see if your best friend was going to live or die, but as you pulled your pants leg up George gasped at you, attracting the attention of his family.

“Y/N, why didn’t you mention anything?” The cut of your leg was deep, really deep. When a nurse was called over she was shocked you hadn’t passed out from blood loss yet, guess adrenaline really did help when you were in pain. As the nurse healed it you leaned your head on George’s shoulder and shut your eyes. The next time you opened them was when George shook you awake, your leg healed, and a wide grin on his face.

“Fred’s alive! C’mon, c’mon, let’s go!” He pulled you up and into Fred’s room, where a pale Fred sat upright drinking potions a tired looking nurse gave him. When he saw you two in the room he grinned and started asking you both hundreds of questions which you answered, the humour that had been drained from them now back in full swing, even if Fred was weak and going to be stuck on bed rest for a few weeks.

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“Now that Fred’s home and feeling better,” Mrs Weasley began, “let’s make the most of the holidays before we begin working on Hogwarts so that you can go back and have one normal year.” Everyone around the table grinned and clinked their glasses together before digging in.  

It had taken a few weeks but Fred was back home. Things were finally looking up for everybody, you and George had been going to Hogwarts, along with most other members of the family, to see where you could help. A proper team was being put together so it was organised and rebuilt faster and more efficiently. You had all attended funerals and spent many days not moving from the house, trying to come to terms with everything. There were bad days but after everything that was witnessed, who was surprised.

After you had eaten everyone moved to the garden. The entire Weasley family was here, even Charlie who was so cool and would talk about dragons with you all day. Staring at the setting sun you looked over at George and pressed a kiss to his lips, he smiled and deepened the kiss before pulling away. You looked at his face and saw he was deep in thought before he jumped up shouting a “be right back” over his shoulder before running upstairs. You looked towards Fred with a questioning look, but he just grinned at you before you shrugged to yourself and joining back in with the group.

Five minuets or so later, George came back down the stairs looking nervous and red. You raised a brow at him wondering just what he was planning, he grinned at you before coming over and standing in front of you.

“Hey,” He laughed nervously, “so, Merlin this is awkward. I love you so much and after everything that’s happened recently its really put things into prospective for me and I want you in my life, always. I can’t picture a life without you in it,” at this point everyone’s attention was on the two of you, “I guess what I’m trying to say is, I love you Y/N Y/L/N so would you do be the honour of marrying me?” Your eyes filled with tears, honestly all you had done since the beginning of the battle is cry, at least this time it was happy tears. Your lack of response caused George’s grin to falter but you were quickly standing up and throwing your arms around him, leaning upwards to kiss him. He immediately responded back just as eagerly until you were pulled apart by Fred clearing his throat. “You know if you marry him, I’m a package deal?” He asked causing you to laugh and place a kiss on his cheek.

“Is that a yes?” George asked, a ring held between his fingers. “Merlin’s beard! Of course it’s a yes, you idiot!” You laughed before pulling him into another kiss as everyone around you cheered.

Hey i love your writing. Can I request the Amber song prompt please? I apologise for the details haha but can I request it with Jared & adopted daughter reader, Gen & adopted daughter reader, Jensen & reader, Danneel & reader and if you can fit it in somewhere Rob Benedict & reader. Can the reader write the song? I'd like to have the reader to be in the care system and jared and gen foster her. Either she sings the song to them or they hear it without her wanting to, up to you. thank you somuch!

I’ll Stay

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Prompts - Amber song prompt - I’ll Stay - Isabela Moner

Jared and Gen adopt the reader and she struggles to accept that they really want her. 

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You’d recently been fostered. That was a miracle in itself considering you were a teenager and nobody, usually, wanted to foster and then adopted them. The couple, Jared and Genevieve Padalecki, had wanted an older kid and decided you would be a welcome fit in their home.

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There was another couple visiting today, they were coming in to foster a kid. You sat in your room, knowing you weren’t needed downstairs, you weren’t going to be fostered so what was the point. With that mindset it was a shock when somebody knocked on your open door. Looking up you saw a man, a tall man with long brown hair, leaning against the peeling door frame. You felt like you recognised him from somewhere but couldn’t quite place it.

“Hey um, I’m Jared.” He told you with a smile. His overall presence made you relax but you still raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Y/N. Why are you up here?”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Actually, I-uh, I only came up here to use the bathroom. How come you’re up here? We got told everyone would be downstairs so me and my wife could meet them.” You felt yourself growing more confused, why would he want you down there?

“Yeah, well, trust me after all my times in different homes I’ve learnt that people only want babies and little kids. Once you hit your teenage years you’re pretty much stuck here ‘til you can leave on your own.” You watched him take in the information, a frown playing on his face as he did.

“Actually me and my wife, Gen, we’re here to adopt an older kid. We already have three kids of our own, we’ve got Tom whose 7, Shep whose 5 and Odette whose 2. Gen’s always wanted a big family, me too actually, but we got told we couldn’t have more kids.” The fact he already had a family didn’t surprise you too much, a lot of couples had their own kids, it was the fact he wanted an older kid that shocked you, especially considering all he kids were considerably young.

“Sorry to hear that.” You told him, gaining a small smile, “but I gotta ask, why an older kid? You’re eldest is seven so why’d you want older?”

“Well with my job I travel around a lot. Whilst we have help from family and friends it would add to the stress if we brought another baby or toddler into the mix, it wouldn’t be very fair to them I guess. A teenager would better understand the situation of me not being around as often as Gen is, I guess. Our kids get it, they know what I do but a new addition, well, it would be difficult to adjust especially since most of the kids, older and young, have a complicated history.” You took in what he was saying, it made sense.

“What’s your job then?” You asked, he gave you a questioning look before answering.

“I’m, uh, I’m an actor. Right now I’m on a show called Supernatural.” Never hearing of the show you just shrugged at him, it was cool that he was an actor. You’d probably seen his picture on social media or something.

“So, Y/N, let’s get to know each other.”

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It had been a long process of course, everything had to be arranged, you had to spend nights at their house and go on day trips with the couple and their three children. It was nice but as you lay in your new bed you couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed.

You’d been in the care system pretty much your whole life, families had fostered you and given you right back. The disappointment and sadness you’d felt each time faded into nothing, you’d learnt not to care too much, knowing that the only way you were getting out of the system was when you turned the legal age.

However, Gen and Jared were adamant in trying to convince you that you were wanted here, how they wouldn’t bring someone into their family, to meet their children, if they weren’t serious. You liked the Padalecki’s, you really did, and you knew that was the worst thing because when they sent you back, and they would, it would hurt the most.

Eventually you gave up on tossing and turning, instead you grabbed the new phone they’d recently gifted you and checked the time, 02:32 AM. Usually when you couldn’t sleep you went out for a walk, probably not the safest idea for a young girl to be alone at this time of night but it helped clear your mind. When you were at the group home you would usually go to the hill top, it was secluded, hard to find and perfect for just sitting and contemplating everything.

You hadn’t had a chance to explore your new home town in Austin, Texas, before the family had took you in you’d never even been to Texas. Now was as good a time as any to explore though, you thought. Genevieve had showed you the alarm system that they had, luckily you knew the code so you wouldn’t wake anyone up. Getting out of bed you grabbed a bag and threw your notebook, pen, phone and headphones in before throwing a jacket on too.

Sneaking out of the house was easy, hell you had mastered how to do that by the time you were twelve. The neighbourhood you were in was nice, rich but homely you would say. The Padalecki’s home had been a shock to you, considering you only knew apartments, group homes and peeling houses. You looked around and picked a direction before heading down the road, what better way to explore, and if you got lost at least you had your phone.

You’d been walking for a while before you came across a forest, walking even further until you found a lake. It was beautiful and you quickly found some large rocks to sit on. Checking your phone you realised you been walking for way longer than you thought considering it was 3:30 in the morning, that was around an hour since you’d left the house.

Sitting there, you took in the scenery before pulling out your notebook. In it contained a bit of everything, entries of your days, how you were feeling, a few drawings and some songs you’d wrote. You weren’t a song writer by any means but it was helpful, easier to express your emotions. Some were quite good whilst other were scribbled out completely. It was something that you’d read online, some crap about how it would help you deal with your emotions and you guessed, though you’d never admit it, it did help. You grabbed a pen before opening the book to a blank page and began writing.

‘My feet are sore from walking all night long.No direction when there’s no where to go.’

The Padalecki’s keep saying how their house was your home too and whilst they seemed completely sincere about that, you couldn’t let yourself feel like it was your home, like they cared about you.

‘Empty picture frames of times all gone

Lonely echoes of the stories we‘ve told

If you put on my shoes walk a mile or two

‘til your eyes open wider than they used to.’

You bit the end of your pen, willing the tears in your eyes to go away as you closed the book. Turns out writing about this situation was harder than you’d thought it would be. You wanted to let yourself be happy but how could you when nothing ever went your way.

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- Time skip - 1 week -

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You were being taken to the Ackles house today for a BBQ, the whole family was going and you were going to meet Jensen, Danneel and their kids for the first time. They’d wanted to meet you earlier but Jared said they were letting you get settled in a bit first. You’d heard great things about them from Jared and Gen and if you were being honest you had Googled both families and seen clips of them on YouTube along with people like Misha Collins, Richard Speight Jr and Rob Benedict who all seemed pretty cool too.

You had began, secretly, watching the show and had to admit you really liked it, how you hadn’t watched it before was a mystery to you considering it was in the realm of shows you liked.

Before you knew it you were being pulled into a hug by Danneel, she squeezed you tightly and you froze for a moment. You had never really been affectionate with people, another side effect of being in the system for so long, you either became touch starved or just got used to not being held. A small paused passed before you wrapped your arms around her too, it was awkward but nice. You were greeted the same way by Jensen too, a warm hug and a tight squeeze, again it was awkward but you quite liked it. You met the twins who were adorable as was their eldest, JJ.

For most of the afternoon you drifted towards Danneel, who seemed more than happy to let you sit with her and get to know you. She asked you about your life growing up, you asked her about her family, living here in Texas, she asked you about the states you’d been to. Danneel even invited you to join her and Genevieve to get your nails done sometime when the boys were away, you tried to decline, not wanting to intrude on her day with Gen but she insisted, as did Gen when she found out.

When Danneel went to check the twins Jensen came and occupied the seat his wife had just left.

“How you doing?” He asked, looking at you with a soft smile and concern in his eyes. You nodded a few times before speaking.

“I’m OK.” You told him, only for him to raise his brow at you, “seriously I’m OK. I mean sure it’s a bit overwhelming at times but still that’s to be expected.”

“You know,” Jensen started, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as he did, “they spent a year doing them courses to be able to foster and adopt, they spent just about the same amount of time trying to find someone they really liked. I know them and, trust me, they don’t ever wanna give you back. They want you to be a part of their family. I know it’s overwhelming but give it time and you’ll see there’s nothing to be worried about.”

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- Time skip - 6 months -

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You laughed as Jared stuffed the remains of his burger into his mouth causing him to grin at you. Rolling your eyes, you pressed the napkin into his hand and made him wipe his face. Jared and Jensen were leaving soon, heading to Vancouver to film for their show, which you had finished watching and wanted to know what happened next.

Life had been pretty good. Sometimes you still got overwhelmed, sometimes you had moments when you were sure they were going to make you go back to the group home, back into the system, but they were always there to reassure you that you were stuck with them.

Jared had decided that he would take you out for the day, just you and him. You’d felt guilty at first, not wanting him to miss out on spending time with his family before he left but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. As you sat opposite him in a cute little diner, you were glad you’d gone out with him.

“You know,” You began as you laughter faded, tone full of amusement still, “I finished watching your show.” You watched as his eyes lit up, could see the pride and passion he had for the show even after all the years he’d spent on it.

“You did? I didn’t even know you’d started watching it! Did you like it?”

“I thought I’d watch it considering it’s such a huge part of yours and Jensen’s life. You know, I actually really enjoyed it. Gotta say though, think Dean’s my favourite.” You laughed loudly at his overly dramatic reaction before continuing. “OK maybe not Dean, maybe, oh I don’t know…Gabriel?”

“Now listen here you, Sam Winchester is the best! If he’s not your favourite then I don’t think you watched the right show.”

Today Jared had taken out to the arcades that weren’t too far a drive from where you guys lived. You’d both spent hours trying to beat each other before deciding to call it a draw, though for the record you totally beat him. There was also a crazy golf course that he’d taken you to, which you didn’t beat him at but still had fun joking around with him.  

Both Jared and Genevieve took you out individually to get to know you one on one. Like recently you and Gen had gone hiking once she found out you loved nature and the scenic views, you hadn’t told them of your spot near the lake, you liked the privacy it offered you and you still snuck out to write or just be alone. As well as that she had taken you to the spa, Danneel also came along, and you all got spa treatments and your nails done.

You had also gone out with the kids, you’d took the boys to see the newest films they wanted to see and took Odette and the boys to the park, sometimes joined by both Jared and Gen. All together you had gone to the zoo, farms, the arcades, ice skating and more. It was nice to see the family do so much together, a bit strange for you at first considering you’d never had anything like this but now you looked forward to making more memories.

Jensen had become a large part in your life. He was there when you needed to talk about them overwhelming feelings that you didn’t want to burden Gen and Jared with. You knew they wouldn’t mind and wouldn’t take it as a personal attack on them but for some reason it was easier with Jensen. He took you out to get food as you talked over everything that was bothering you. You also hung out with him when there was nothing wrong, just a few days back you and Jensen had taken JJ out whilst Danneel had the twins.

Having Jared and Jensen leave for Vancouver would be strange. You’d gotten so used to them being around, become dependent on them in a way you hadn’t been with anyone ever, that it was a bit daunting.

The fans knew about you, between the two families there were a lot of pictures featuring you on their Instagram’s. They had asked you before hand obviously, not wanting to evade your privacy if you weren’t comfortable with it but you were.

Jared and you kept joking around whilst you ate your desserts. You were still scared but you felt more comfortable now.

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- Time skip 1 year + 6 months -

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You’d been with Genevieve and Jared for about two years now. You loved them and the kids so much, they were your family. You’d finally accepted it and for the first time in years you were happy, you had parental figures who loved you, aunts and uncles who you adored and siblings, nieces and nephews who were your world.

Jared was home for a few days before he was flying off to another convention, this one you had been invited too. Genevieve was coming too, her parents offering to watch the kids so she could. In the time you had been with Gen and Jared, you’d been to the set of Supernatural and meet a lot of the cast including, Misha, Alexander, Richard, Ruth, Mark (Sheppard and Pellegrino) and Rob plus a few more.

You’d become close to them all. You took an extra liking to Rob Benedict, feeling comfortable around him since you met him. Something about him calmed you down completely even though he himself was a ball of nervous energy, though you’d seen him on stage, only in videos, and could hardly believe it was the same man. Rob had took you to explore Vancouver, taking you on hikes and for dinner. You shared a lot with Rob and ended up telling him that you liked to write songs yourself, he had been persistent that you show him something and it had taken weeks before you showed him the song you’d been working on since you moved into your home.

“You have to perform this at the convention!” Rob had told you, he was grinning brightly as he looked from the book to you.

Your cheeks flushed as you replied, “I- I can’t perform that! It’s, well I, seriously I can’t!”

“You can, Y/N. They’ll both be there and they’ll love it. I promise, I wouldn’t suggest it if I didn’t think it’d turn out good for you. At least think about it.”

And you had. You had thought about it. Rob said you could perform it during the concert he put on, knowing Jared and Gen, plus the rest of the Supernatural cast, would be there. You had politely declined each time.

You sat at the airport in the early hours of the morning, eyes drooping closed as you felt the tiredness weighing down on you. Why you had to take such an early flight you’d never know but here you were. Your eyes stayed closed but you jolted slightly as an arm wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you against a warm body, Jared your mind supplied. You smiled as you cuddled closer to him, feeling him press a kiss against your forehead before continuing his conversation with Jensen and Gen a bit more quietly.

You didn’t sleep, just rested your eyes until Jared shook you and told you the plane was ready. Before you had to switch your phone off you wrote a text, hesitating to send it. You looked up at Jared, who still had an arm around you, then to Gen who smiled softly at you, you quickly returned it before clicking send on the text.

‘I’ll do it.’

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You’d finally arrived at your hotel and having slept on the plane you know felt wide awake as you walked in ahead of Gen, Jensen and Jared. You were instantly greeted by Rob Benedict who walked up to you with a smug grin on his face causing you to roll your eyes as you stepped into his arms.

“Knew you’d do it.” He whispered, amusement clear in his tone.

“Shut up.” You laughed as you pushed him away, causing him to do the same.

After everyone had their bags put away they decided that they were going out for a few drinks. You were welcomed by everyone but decided you’d stay in the hotel room and just relax for a bit, as well as going over the song Rob was making you perform.

“We can stay in with you if you want?” Gen asked but you just shook your head.

“Go out and have fun. I’ll be fine, honestly I’m just gonna put Netflix on and go to bed.” After convincing Gen, then Jared, that you’d be ok they left and you were alone.

You sat on the bed with the notebook in your lap. Tomorrow you’d perform one of the most personal songs you had ever written in front of a crowd of strangers as well as your friends and family. To say you were terrified would be an understatement but Rob had promised you that he’d be with you the entire time and so would the guys from the band who you’d met and got along with great. It help ease your nerves a bit.

‘My feet are sore from walking all night long

No direction when there’s nowhere to go

Empty picture frames of times all gone

Lonely echoes of the stories we’ve told

If you put on my shoes walk a mile or two‘til your eyes open wider than they used to

Then I will meet you there where the air is clear

Pinky swear I’ll meet you there.’

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The day was here. You had woken up feeling sick, Gen and Jared fussed over you. You stayed in the room as Jared went to do his meet and greets and panels and whilst Gen went with him she came back to the hotel room to check on you throughout the day.

Rob had been texting with you in an attempt to calm you down, it had worked and by time everyone was getting ready for the concert you were feeling more like yourself. Gen and Jared fussed but you assured them you were feeling better and they let you come.

Now you stood to the side with Jared, Gen and Matt Cohen, who you’d only met today but absolutely adored. Matt had an arm around you as you all watched Jensen and Rob sing on stage together. Once they’d finished Rob began to speak.

“So many of you are going to know my next guest but some may not. She’s never performed in front of anyone so give her your full support. She wrote this song herself and she’s a bit nervous. Everyone please welcome Y/F/N Y/L/N!” Jared and Gen turned to look at you in surprise but you didn’t look at them. You felt Matt give your shoulders a squeeze before he gently pushed you forward. The crowd cheered as Rob took your hand in his and handed you the mic.

“You’ll be fine. I’m right here. Don’t look at them if you don’t want to.” You nodded as you looked at him. Rob gestured for the band to start playing.

“My feet are sore from walking all night long

No direction when there’s nowhere to go

Empty picture frames of times all gone

Lonely echoes of the stories we‘ve told

If you put on my shoes walk a mile or two‘til your eyes open wider than they used to

Then I will meet you there where the air is clear

Pinky swear I’ll meet you there

And I’ll stay, with you I see new colors

And I’ll stay, today until forever

And I’ll stay, with you I see new colors

My eyes are open wider today until forever

I’ll stay with you

Familiar faces as we chase the moon

Fall in love and I’ll come crying to you

Through the changes and the Earth’s bad moods

I’ll lay my troubled bones on you

If you put on my shoes walk a mile or two

‘til your eyes open wider than they used to

Then I will meet you there where the air is clear

Pinky swear I’ll meet you there

And I’ll stay, with you I see new colors

And I’ll stay, today until forever

And I’ll stay, with you I see new colors

My eyes are open wider today until forever

I’ll stay with you

(Ah, ah aaah, aaaah)

I’ll stay with you

(Ah, ah aaah, aaaah)

And I’ll stay, with you I see new colors

And I’ll stay, today until forever

And I’ll stay, with you I see new colors

My eyes are open wider today until forever

(Ah, ah aaah, aaaah)

I’ll stay with you

(Ah, ah aaah, aaaah)

Oooh woah woah woah

My eyes are open wider

Tonight 

When I’m a hundred two , and I can’t sing to you

Close your eyes, memorize how I used to”

Your eyes had closed as you sung but you opened them once you heard the cheering from the Supernatural fans, letting out a huge sigh of relief. The meaning of the song was obvious to anyone who knew the circumstances, you’d finally finished it when you’d accepted that Gen and Jared were going to keep you, when you realised they love you and you loved them, when you recognised that you were their family and they were yours. To you the song was perfect for expressing that to them because finding the words had been hard.

You thanked everyone and Rob pulled you in for a hug before you left the stage. Gen had tears falling down her face, Jared was no better. Your own eyes filled with tears at the sight but before you could say anything Jared pulled you against him into a tight hug, bringing Gen in as he did. The three of you stayed there for a long while, just holding each other as a family.

“You know we were gonna ask if we could adopt you officially but we weren’t sure how you felt.” Jared told you with a wet chuckle, “but now I think it’s safe to say that you’ll allow us to adopt you?” He asked causing you to look up at him, even more tears streaming down your face at the news.

“Yes, yes, I’m totally ok with you guys adopting me. God, I love you guys so much!” You told them. You felt Gen rub her hand up and down your back as Jared kissed your head.

“We love you too, Y/F/N Padalecki.”

Keep Me Closer (Part One)

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Warnings - Mentions of death (minor characters)

Pairings - Pre Sam Winchester x Reader

Requested - @may85 ~  Hey Hun! Can I get 11 and 14 with Sam Winchester please? 👻

Prompts - 11 - “Hey, keep your eyes on me.” Is it behind me? “Just, just look at me, yeah, everything’s going to be OK.” & 14 “So we’re dealing with a (supernatural creature), great, just great!”

It started with one death, the death of Amelia Smith, she’d been your roommate and had been bullied terribly. You hadn’t helped much but you still felt the overwhelming guilt when you had read she had killed herself.

Since then the people who bullied her had started going missing and then turning up dead, looking like they’d been severely tortured beforehand. You couldn’t help but think it was more than just a creepy coincidence but you couldn’t think of reasonable explanation for the deaths.

There were at least seven main bullies, so far three of them had turned up dead. After reading reports that were being released to the public it seemed that the girls went missing for three days before showing it, it was one of the many consistencies in all the deaths. Each victim had had her tongue cut off and significant blood loss.

It was safe to say you were ready to flee town.

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“New case Sammy, not sure what we’re dealing with yet but it’s definitely our type of gig.” Dean said as he walked into the motel they were staying at.

“Oh yeah?” Sam asked, not looking up from his laptop.

“Yeah, so people have been going missing, so far all college girls, for three days and showing up dead with no tongue and their intestines twisted into knots.” Here Sam looked up with a disgusted look causing Dean to nod in agreement. “They’ve also got stab wounds. So you ready to head out?”

“Yeah sure. Hey, where’s the case?” Sam questioned as he closed the laptop and began packing up his belongings, Dean following in suit.

“Stanford University.” Dean told him with a grin. Sam’s eyes widened and he looked like he was going to protest but Dean was quick to interrupt. “It’ll be alright Sammy, no demons, should be an easy case. In and out.”

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Something was definitely happening at Stanford. Another girl had gone missing, it was the second day since she’d been reported gone and the police were no closer to finding her than they were the other girls, meaning the fourth girl was probably going to show up dead tomorrow.

A knock on your door made you stop working on the project you had due in next week. Even though everything seemed to be going to hell you still needed the grades and couldn’t let this affect your life.

“Hi there, I’m Agent Mercury, he’s Agent Taylor, FBI,  we’re here to ask you some questions about a Miss Amelia Smith. Do you have a moment?” The smaller of the two spoke but you ignored him in favour of looking at the taller.

“Agent Taylor, huh?” You asked, voice full of humour. “Gotta say I preferred Winchester.” You saw the confusion on ‘Agent Mercury’s’ face whereas Sam looked at you with a wide smile, albeit a bit shocked.

“Y/N?” He asked, stepping past his friend and over to you. You instantly wrapped him in a hug, not realising until now how much you’d missed your friend. Sure you had kept in contact with one another after he left but it wasn’t the same. He pulled out of the hug and before he could talk you began to question him.

“What’re you doing here? What’s with the fake FBI act? Are you staying? Did you hear about the killings?” Sam placed a hand on your shoulder and shushed you with a grin.

“Let’s go inside and talk yeah? By the way, that’s my brother Dean.” He told you before entering your room fully and taking a seat at your desk chair. You gestured for his brother to come in too and he took a seat on the edge of your bed.

“So what’s going on?” You asked Sam.

“Well, we think we can help with the investigation they’re doing on Amelia, hence the fake FBI act. Can you tell us anything at all about the deaths?” You couldn’t help but be a bit shocked that former law student, who managed to get a full scholarship to Stanford, Sam Winchester was now breaking many laws by pretending to be the FBI but didn’t question it for now, it could wait.

“Well Amelia was my roommate. We knew each other for about a year, she was in my class, the criminal law one. Um, there’s one thing I noticed, the girls that have been going missing and then showing up dead used to bully her a lot. I knew about it, hard not to when you were living with her but I didn’t do anything about it. I tried to be there for her but she was too far gone and then one day she killed herself, few days after that the deaths started happening.” You watched as Sam and Dean looked at each other, wordlessly conversing and understanding everything the other said. Dean shrugged and turned to you.

“Thank you, Y/N, you’ve been very helpful. C’mon Sam, we gotta go.” Dean said as he stood up and headed to the door.

“Wait, you’re just leaving?” You asked looking at Sam.

“We’re in town for a few days but then, yeah, we’ll probably head out.” He told you with a slight frown, making no move to leave your room.

“What happened to you? I know Jess died and I know you couldn’t stand to be here, hell I get that but what happened after that? You’re going around pretending to be the FBI! That’s not the Sam Winchester I knew!” You snapped, wanting answers from your friend.

“I can’t tell you because it’s better you don’t know and you wouldn’t believe me anyway.” He told you cryptically.

“Seriously, that’s all I get. Come on Sam, tell me what you’ve been doing since you left.” You were frustrated, you cared about him and knew him when he was happy and ready to get through law school, ready to have a life.

“I can’t!” He snapped at you.

“Why?” You snapped back, aware his brother had stepped forward to attempt to defuse the situation.

“Because if I tell you, you’ll end up like Jessica!” Sam yelled, his breathing heavy and his eyes misted over. You quickly became quiet, reaching out to hold his hand.

“Sam, you gottta tell me what you’re doing. I’m worried about you.” You pleaded with him softly.

“I can’t, I’m sorry but I can’t.” With that he stood up and left the room causing you to look down with a sad, defeated look.

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“You ok?” Dean asked after a long period of silence, they had left the flat you were at and found at motel before beginning their research.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Sam lied knowing it was pointless because Dean could see through him.

“Yeah, stupid question. Let’s just finish this case and get the hell out of here.” He said, holding his beer bottle up to Sam.

“I’ll drink to that.” With a clink of the bottles the boys gulped down their drinks.

Sam scrolled through pages of lore before coming across one that sounded promising. He read over the article a few times before mentioning it to Dean but it was all there, the cutting of the tongue, knotted intestines, puncture wounds.

“I think I found what we’re dealing with.” He announced, causing Dean to look up and close his laptop slightly, “It sounds like it’s a Kanaima.”

“A kana-what?” Dean asked, eyebrows knitted together as he tried to remember if he’d read about it in dad’s journal.

“A Kanaima. The lore says Kanaima are avenging spirits or humans possessed by said spirits. Kanaima are shape-shifters and can appear in a variety of forms.  Kanaima attack and kill their victims in retaliation for some injustice. In order to accomplish their goal, Kanaima will possess the bodies of animals or people. In such possessed form the host becomes enraged, wild, and will violently attack it’s victims. Kanaima are not above harming or killing the friends, family, and loved-ones of it’s victim. They live in the forests and become feral. An interesting aspect of the Kanaima is that it seeks the painful suffering of it’s victim and will not kill its victim outright. Instead, the Kanaima works it so that the victim dies a painful death three days after it’s attack. During this process the Kanaima slashes the tongue of its victim so that he/she cannot speak of what is occurring. Victims of the Kanaima often die from having their intestines twisted up into knots. The Kanaima must perform a strange ritual that includes the ingesting of the victims blood on the third night after the death of the victim. The ritual includes the stabbing of the corpse with a special staff or stick of wood and then licking-off the blood or fluids clinging to the stick when it is pulled from the body.”

““So we’re dealing with a Kanaima, great, just great! Does it say how to kill it?” Dean asked, taking another swig of his drink.

“Um, defences against a Kanaima are…unknown.” Sam finished with a sigh.

“I’ll call Bobby to start researching and we can go hunt ourselves a Kanaima.”

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Taking a short cut through the woods was probably one of the worst ideas you’d had. Everything looked so much more threatening when one was alone in the woods after sun down and every noise made you jump. Though you knew you were alone you couldn’t help but feel like you were being watched and it sent a shiver up your shine.

You were so close to the forests exit when something grabbed you from behind, you let out a piercing scream before a large hand placed itself over your mouth, effectively cutting off your scream.

“Relax, it’s me.” The hand on your shoulder turned you around and you came face to face with Sam, glaring at him instantly.

“Dude! Who grabs somebody in the woods!” You fumed, turning you glare onto his brother who was still laughing from your fright.

“Sorry but what are you doing in the woods alone!? People are going missing and you’re just-” Sam cut himself off when a loud scream could be heard. He took one look at Dean and the pair were instantly running towards the source.

“Stay there!” Sam yelled over his shoulder and, yeah, like hell you were just going to stay here alone. The safer option would be to stick with the two people who seemed to have some clue of what was going on.

You quickly caught up with them but the three of you came to a halt when you saw a women with greasy, untamed hair, ripped clothing and dirt on her skin. Your eyes left her and you saw the fourth missing girl, blood trickling from her mouth causing you to assume the scream was from her tongue being cut out.

“Oh my God.” You muttered, face turning dangerously pale. Sam and Dean whipped around to face you with angry eyes.

“What part of stay there didn’t you get?” Dean snapped before look back at the two women. Sam was looking at you with concern but you couldn’t look away from the scene in front of you. The dirty women hadn’t noticed you yet and neither had the fourth missing girl.

“Did Bobby get back to you yet?” Sam asked urgently.

“Yeah, I got it here.” Dean replied unzipping his bag and pulling out two silver knives dipped in what looked like blood, the thought made you grimace.

“One stab to the heart, one to the head.” Dean told him as he passed Sam the knife.

“You take the head, I’ll get the heart and you,” he said turning to you, “please stay there.” You nodded at him, not daring to speak in fear on what could happen.

You watched as Sam and Dean crept forward and the woman let out and screech that was definitely not human before fleeing past them. They began to look around frantically before Dean’s gaze froze on you.

“Sam.” Dean’s voice was croaky as he got Sam’s attention, Sam immediately looked towards you his own eyes widening.

“Hey, keep your eyes on me.” Sam told you, his voice shaking as he looked sickly pale.

“Is it behind me?” You asked frightfully. Sam gulped before answering.

“Just, just look at me, yeah, everything’s going to be OK.” Behind you the Kanaima had pulled out the bow and arrow the lore had mentioned and was getting ready to shoot it at you before Dean snuck up behind it just in time to stab the knife through the Kanaima’s head and quickly through the heart.

Sam’s whole body physically relaxed as he let out a sigh of relief which told you everything you needed to know, you were safe.

“Oh my God.” You muttered again and Sam took a few steps forward before wrapping his arms around your shaking body.

“It’s ok, you’re ok, it’s ok, you’re good.” Sam muttered into your hair, gripping you tightly as though you would disappear. You appreciated the tight grip he had on you, needing the support right now.

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Dean had called in the police and the three of you fled the scene before the showed up. The three of you were now sat in the boys motel room, a hot drink in each of your hands.

“So you’re telling me that monsters and all that Supernatural stuff really exists?” You asked sceptically.

“Yeah. Jessica was killed by the same demon that killed our mom and ever since I left Stanford we’ve been saving people, hunting things, the family business.” He told you with a slight laugh, you saw the smile Dean had on his face, a sad smile, as he looked at his brother.

“That’s insane!” You exclaimed, “I mean, demons, ghosts, Kanaima’s. Are vampires real? What about werewolves?” You questioned rapidly causing Sam to laugh.

“Yeah, yeah, vampires, demons, they’re all real.” He told you with a grin.

“So you’re going to be gone soon? Back on the road?” You asked, the relaxed atmosphere becoming more serious.

“Yeah I am. This is my life now and, yeah, it’s not always great but I love it.” He told you sincerely before continuing, “but I promise I’ll come down here more often and visit, I didn’t realise just how much I missed you until I came back.” You smiled softly at him before telling him you missed him too and he better come back.

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Saying goodbye to Sam was harder than you’d thought it’d be. The boys dropped you back off at Stanford, Sam getting out of the car with you and walking you to the doors of the building.

“This isn’t goodbye you know, I’ll see you around Agent Taylor.” You told him with a smirk.

“Oh trust me, I’m counting on it, Miss Y/L/N.” He replied before his eyes turned sad.

“Hey, none of that. You have my number, you know where I live. Just, just make sure you keep your promise and come visit, yeah? And don’t leave it until there’s a few deaths, visit whenever you want.” You told him seriously and he nodded at you.

“I will, I promise I’ll be back. See you soon,Y/N.” He said as he wrapped you in a tight hug and placed a kiss on you head. You waved him off as he walked back to the Impala, a small smile threatening to break into a grin played on your face.

“See you soon, Sam Winchester.”

60 dean x reader please x

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Prompts - 60 - “I crashed your family member’s wedding for the free food but hi there”

You were staying in a hotel when you saw that a wedding party was being held in one of the party rooms. You raised your eyebrow as an idea formed in your head, you knew you had a fancy-ish dress you could throw on and blend in with the guests. It looked like there was enough people in there that you could pass as a distant friend of the family. A grin spread on your face when you saw the food that had been left on the table, who were you to pass up free food? Quickly, you headed back to your hotel room, slipping into something a little nicer than the hoodie-leggings combo you were rocking before adding a bit of makeup and heading back downstairs. It was easy enough to sneak into the room and over to the buffet table, grabbing a plate and going to town, helping yourself to the food.

“Best thing about a wedding, huh? The food.” Someone said to you, you turned to look at him. The man was definitely taller than you, looking insanely handsome in his fitted suit.

“Very true.” You laughed, biting down on a sandwich as you turned to face the sea of people who were eating, dancing, laughing, generally just having a good time. Your eyes landed on what was obviously the bride and groom, the groom was bent down, gently kissing his new bride though you could see the kiss was cut off quickly as he was smiling too wide.

“How’d you know the happy couple then?” He asked you with a grin as he too watched the couple. You paused for a second, panicking and cursing yourself for not creating a decent backstory before hand. You cleared your throat before answering him.

“Oh, I’m an old family friend of the groom. What about you?” You prayed to anyone who was listening that he bought your story. The stranger turned to face you, brow raised and a smirk playing on his lips as he took in your appearance.

“Family friend, huh? I’m the groom’s brother and I gotta say pretty face like yours, I think I’d remember you.” The smile fell from your face as you realised you had been caught, there was a 50/50 chance of getting caught out but the brother of all people, your luck really was bad.

“Ok, Ok, I crashed your family member’s wedding for the free food but hi there” You were thoroughly surprised when he laughed at you instead of immediately kicking you out, your eyebrow raised questioningly as he just leaned back against the table, continuing with eating his food.

“Gotta say, I’m pretty surprised I’ve never done that before. I mean, he has pie at this thing, why wouldn’t you crash the party?” He was still laughing as spoke, causing you to relax a bit and carry on working on your plate of food.

“So, I can stay?” You asked him with a sweet smile on your face, he chuckled again.

“Yeah, sure thing. But you gotta know the basic facts. The groom’s name is Sam Winchester, the bride is Jessica Moore. They’ve been together for so long, high school sweethearts. Sammy’s head over heels for the girl. Anyway, that man over there,” he said, pointing at another tall man, head shaved and a greying beard, “is John Winchester, our dad, and the man next to him is Uncle Bobby, practically a dad to us as well though.” He continued pointing out people you should know, telling you a bit more about his brother and Jessica as he did.

“Great, so I know practically the whole family, but I still don’t know your name.” You smiled as his eyes widened.

“Oh yeah, I’m Dean Winchester and you are?” You introduced yourself to him and he grinned. Quickly, he grabbed two plates and cut two slices of pie, setting them down before handing you one and dragging you over to where most of the family had gathered. Sam was the first to notice the two of you, excusing himself from the conversation he was having with, you wanted to say Jessica’s dad but honestly weren’t 100% sure.

“Dean, hey! Whose’s this?” He asked as he smiled at you.

“This is Y/F/N Y/L/N. She’s a friend of mine and I knew she was in town, thought I’d invite her to the party.”

“Oh well hey, it’s nice to meet you.” He told you, offering you a hand to shake which you did.

“You too. Congratulations!” He thanked you with a grin, you could see his eyes were glazed over, happiness and disbelief that he had married his longtime girlfriend. He looked like he knew he was the luckiest man in the world. You were introduced to Jessica before Dean introduced you to his father and Bobby.

After you had been acquainted with everybody, Dean led you to a table that was free and you spent hours trading stories back and forth, telling each other your hobbies, likes and dislikes, jobs, goals, favourite music and movies, pretty much anything that came to mind. There was never a lull in the conversation, you both were enjoying the others company. A night that had started off pretty crappy for you had been transformed so quickly. The intention you had when you came in here was free food to eat whilst you moped around, but you ended up truly enjoying yourself, forgetting about the bad things that had happened that day.

“Care to dance?” Dean asked as he stood, offering you his arm.

“Oh no, no. I don’t dance.” You told him with a slight blush.

“Sure you do.” He replied with a cheeky grin, grabbing your hand and pulling you to the dance floor just as a slow song started. You rested your arms around him, Dean does the same to you as he started moving. You swayed gently and moved your feet as he directed, resting your head against his shoulder as you let yourself relax into the dance.

“See you do dance.” He laughed, causing you to groan, but smile up at him.

You weren’t aware of the three sets of eyes that followed yours and Dean’s movement from the side of the room. Sam, John and Bobby talked quietly about Dean’s behaviour, glad to see the young man was laughing and having a good time. Since his break up, he’d been shut off from women emotionally, going back to his old routine of one night stands. Watching how he was with you made the members of his family smile, it had been a long time since Dean looked this happy, his old relationship had worn him down completely and they thought you two looked good together. As long as Dean was happy, that’s all that mattered to them.

“Mind if I cut in?” You both turned to look at Sam, who held a hand out to you, Dean shrugged down at you but you gave him a pleading look that had him smirking.

“She’s all yours brother.” Dean grinned before wondering off, leaving you with Sam.

“He seems happy with you.” Sam told you causing you to blush slightly and immediately try and shut down whatever he was thinking.

“We’re not together. In fact, we haven’t known each other that long and-” Here Sam cut you off, “I don’t think it matters how long you’ve known someone for. I knew Jess for only a few months when I realised that she was it for me. She’s my endgame. I was in high school when I figured that out. If the connection is there then, why deny yourself of what makes you happy. I know I sound like a cliche and it seems I’ve had this love thing figured out, but I don’t, I definitely got lucky with Jessica. Maybe you and Dean are just what each other need right now.”

You looked up at him, eyebrows drawn together. You’d only known Dean for a couple of hours, but what Sam had said about a connection, you felt something with Dean. You could picture yourself dating him, you had a great number of things in common with him, but at the same time you’d literally only met him today.

“Maybe you have a point.” You told him, causing him to grin down at you. He looked over at Dean and noticed his brother’s eyes were still on you, he wondered if they’d ever left.

“Trust me Y/N, I know my brother. He’s into you, but sometimes he won’t do what he wants because he doesn’t want to risk screwing things up. Make a move, I promise it’ll be worth the risk.” Sam smiled at you again, breaking away from you as the song ended. You made your way back to Dean, who grinned when he saw you coming over.

“Hey, are you busy tomorrow?” You asked him, hands fiddling with the bottom of your dress. He smiled and told you he wasn’t, his own hand coming up to run through his hair. “Do you maybe, I don’t know, wanna go out for dinner with me?” He grinned at you.

“On a date?” You nodded, confirming it was indeed a date. “I’d love to go on a date with you Y/N.” With that, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

I was kinda sorta wondering if you could write something where the reader gets they’re wisdom teeth taken out and while peters taking care of them and the reader acts all silly and accidentally spills the beans on how she’s in love with him and when the readers not high they talk about it and end up together

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The pain was agonising but still you waited until the last possible moment before actually going the dentist. Finding out your wisdom teeth had to be taken out was news you didn’t want to hear, what a bad start to the summer. Knowing you couldn’t go alone you called Peter after you’d made an appointment and begged him to go with you, of course he agreed straight away to which you were extremely grateful.

You groaned as you sat in a waiting area, the pain was getting increasingly worse every day but today they were going, as much as you wanted the pain relief you were still nervous. You rested your head carefully on Peter’s shoulder as he looked down at you in sympathy. You’d been crushing on Peter for a good few years now, moving to a new school was always hard but Peter had taken you under his wing and you two were closer than ever now. You knew his secrets, mainly him being Spiderman, and he knew yours, well all but the fact you were crushing on him.

Eventually, they called you over. You smiled weakly at Peter who told you he’d be right out here waiting for you before they swept you away. Once you were seated you suddenly felt a jolt of panic rush through you, how could you not take into account the drugs when you’d ask Peter to come with you? You’d watched the videos, hell you’d laughed at the videos, of people talking nonsense mixed with truths after getting their wisdom teeth removed, you could only hope you didn’t say anything too obvious to Peter and that he’d just brush of anything you did say.

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“Peter!” You grinned as they let him into the room, you were still sat on the chair feeling better than you had in weeks.

“Hey Y/N/N.” He grinned back at you, clearly amused.

“Ok so her cotton needs to be changed in the next half hour. She can only eat soft foods and she’s likely going to be out of it for a while due to the anaesthetic.” You tuned out as the doctor gave Peter a run down of the care you’d need once you left.

“H-Hey Peter! You’re really cool you know that.” You told him once you were seated in the car. Peter turned to you and smiled softly.

“Thanks, so are you.” You laughed and reached over to grab his hand, nothing out of the ordinary for you two, you’d always been more affectionate with each other than most people were.

The car ride home was spent with you blabbering about anything that came to mind, most of it didn’t make too much sense to Peter but he nodded along, laughing as he did. Thankfully you hadn’t spilled any major secrets.

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Peter had finally managed to get you up to your bedroom, it had taken far too long because you were distracted by everything and it had caused a nearly fatal fall down the stairs if it hadn’t been for Peter’s quick reflexes. Getting your cotton changed and you into bed was easier than Peter thought it’d be though as he sat down on the bed next to you.

“You know Peter, I really like you.” You told him with a frown, causing him to raise an eyebrow.

“I really like you too, Y/N.” He told you honestly.

“No, I mean I really like you, like really. But I’m not supposed to say because then you won’t wanna be friends and then I’d miss you.” To Peter’s horror your eyes filled with tears as you rambled on, he immediately shifted his position so he could wrap his arms around you bringing you into his chest as he held you.

“Hey, I like you too, really really like you. I promise when you’re not drugged we can talk about this, yeah?” You nodded against Peter’s chest causing his to smile. Between the drugs and nearly crying, you felt exhausted. Listening to the steady beat of Peter’s heart you ending up drifting of to sleep leaving Peter to figure out how to approach the topic when you woke up.

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You woke up the next morning with a groan, your face was swollen and sore but hurt considerably less than it did when you had your wisdom teeth. You turned when you heard a throat clear and saw Peter sat on the bed with medicine and a glass of water for you. After dealing with the cotton in your month you gratefully took the medicine and gulped down the drink.

“So, yesterday you were pretty high.” Peter laughed causing you to flush, you barely remember anything after sitting in the dentist’s chair and could only imagine half the stuff that you’d said.

“God, I don’t even know if I wanna know what I said!” You groaned but grinned at Peter.

“Well that’s the thing, you sort of said that you really really liked me a lot.” With that your eyes widened and you suddenly found the bed sheets more interesting to look at than Peter. “But the thing is I told you the same thing.” Your head snapped back up to look at him, eyebrows knitting together questioningly.

“I kinda wanted to ask you ages ago but talked myself out of it because I thought you could never feel that way about me but yeah, anyway, Y/N do you, would you like to go out with me?” He asked you, a cute blush covering his cheeks as he played with the sleeves of his sweater.

You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his, it was only a small peck but it had both of you grinning widely. “Peter Parker, I’d love to go out with you!”

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Prompt - White -  “We’re not fine”  “No, but if anyone asks, lie and tell them we are”

You sat in the green room, detached from everyone else, staring at your phone trying to seem busy as your mind was a million miles away. They always said never get involved with somebody you worked with but you thought this one would work, it had worked for two years until he had left you two days before a convention where you had to be a smiles and laughs. As if going through a breakup wasn’t bad enough you had to pretend you weren’t heartbroken.

~ two days ago ~

You sat on one side of the table with Jared on the other side, tears filled your eyes but you refused to let them fall as Jared played with his hands, a sad look upon his face. Two years you’d been together, in that time you had moved in with each other and began to plan your lives together and now it was over.

“It just isn’t working, between our schedules and arguments that happen when we are together, it’s…c’mon Y/N, you know I’m right.” He had said, you shook your head as you stared at him. You’d been arguing more often as of late but that was because you were both stressed and weren’t managing it properly, not because you stopped caring or because you had fallen out of love with him. 

“Listen, I know this is awful but we have a convention in a few days and I think it’s better if we just pretend we’re fine. Dealing with the fans prodding and our friends isn’t what either of us want or need now.” Your eyes widened in disbelief before you let out a choked sob. 

“We’re not fine.” You told him coldly after taking a moment to recompose yourself.

“No, but if anyone asks, lie and tell them we are.” He was looking at you with wide, pleading eyes. You scoffed wondering why you should be doing him any favours, act like you weren’t heartbroken around some of your closest friends. They’d only have to take one look at the pair of you and realise something wasn’t right. You still agreed to pretend though, acting was your job, you could get through a few days without breaking down, right?

~ present day ~

People knew something was off but you just smiled and told them everything was fine, just a small argument, nothing to worry about. You’d spent the last two days before the convention torn between crying and getting angry. Right now though you were just sad and broken, hiding your feelings only made that pain worse, especially when you saw him laugh or smile. 

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong or have I got to guess?” You were pulled out of your thoughts by Matt Cohen, who sat next to you with a concerned look upon his face. You rolled your eyes at him but a smile appeared on your face, not feeling as fake as the ones you had let out all day.

“What makes you think there’s something wrong?” Avoiding questions is easy when you’re in the spotlight, interviewers asked things you didn’t want to answer and you were able to side step the question and turn it into something you could answer. This technique was something you’d found yourself doing all morning. 

“Come on, Y/N/N, just talk to me.” Matt pouted at you causing you to roll your eyes, thankfully though you were saved by your handler informing you that you had a panel starting with Jared, Jensen and Misha. ‘Great,’ you thought with a sigh. You said your goodbyes to Matt, trying to ignore the concern in his features as you walked out of the room.

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The panel was the longest that you’d experienced. There was a tension on the stage that everyone could feel, you didn’t have the energy to play pretend. Questions were asked but you found yourself only half paying attention, having to ask fans to repeat a question more than once. You could see Jared look at you but you couldn’t bring yourself to acknowledge him, which to the fans was a dead giveaway that something was wrong because you were always touching and joking around. Thankfully nobody asked about the tension though and once Richard came on to end the panel you were gone. 

Finding an empty room during a convention was difficult but you’d managed to, however what you failed to notice was Jared following you. Once you were in the room you cracked, tears fell down your face as you sat on one of the sofas in the room. You tried for days to keep your emotions at bay, tried to do as Jared had asked, tried to play along but you couldn’t.

“Y/N.” You heard the whispered call of your name, your head snapping you to see Jared leaning against the door, a sad look upon his face. The look sparked a bit of anger in you, why should he get to be sad when he ended things with you?

“I’m sorry, Y/N. We fought constantly, you can’t tell me you were actually happy can you? I mean I wanted to be, I really did, but it wasn’t working.” He told you as he came into the room, sitting on a chair opposite you. Tears continued to stream down your face as you refused to look at him.

“I was happy, Jared. Sure we fought but who doesn’t? I was willing to try! Willing to make an effort to find a solution instead of just ending everything! Not only is this hard but I can’t even process it because we’re doing cons and you want us to pretend everything is fine and dandy when it isn’t.” You were tired, you just wanted to go back to the hotel room and hide away from everything for a while. 

“What could we have done to find a solution? Breaking up seemed like the only solution, Y/N/N.” Finally you looked at him, his face dropping even more as he saw the tears staining yours. He reached out to grab your hand and you let him, you were mad but God you loved him more than anything. You wouldn’t beg for him to take you back but if there was a chance it could work well then you were taking it.

“There’s therapy out there for couples Jared. We could have talked more, made more time for each other, taken a few days out to just be together and reconnect. There’s so many better ways to deal with problems than just breaking things off.” You saw him register what you had said and after a long silence he spoke.

“Ok. I know I handled things badly but I do still love you, I never stopped. If you still want to be with me, I’m willing to make an effort if you are?” He asked, a small hopeful smile on his face as he looked at you with them damn puppy dog eyes.

“I am, but, it isn’t going to make things better overnight, J. You gotta be in this for the long run.” He nodded at you as he promised he would be. 

“Ca-Can I um, can I give you a hug?” He asked, voice just above a whisper. You smiled and nodded, a Jared hug, no matter how mad you were at him, was always the best thing. You knew you had a panel soon but ignored the world outside for a moment whilst you stood in Jared’s arms hoping that maybe everything would be ok.