Hold Me Down

Hold Me Down

I’m going to give this a nice try. SamxReader

“My demons are begging me to open up my mouth, but I need them to mechanically make the words come out. They fight me, vigorous and angry watch them pounce. But they ignite me, licking at the flames they bring about.” Sam read from your journal. You’d been dead for a month now, and he had finally got the courage to enter your shared bedroom again. He had found this journal, one you always wrote in late at night or when Sam was sleeping, and he wanted to read what he had left of you. That was under a page titled ‘innermost thoughts’ but he was just confused, so he read on. “December 18, 2010- I sold my soul to a 3 piece, and he told me I was holy. He’s got me down on both knees, but its the devil himself that’s trying to hold me down.” He remembers you screaming in your nightmares about Lucifer, you having jumped into the cage after him. You weren’t able to have no soul, nor a wall put up in your mind to block out the horrible memories. A tear slid down Sam’s cheek as read on. “November 2, 2012- Sam and I had to sneak out the back door as Dean distracted the vampires. I was bleeding and I heard Sam say not to make a sound. He had to knock me out to make me silent, and I know it must have hurt him. I want more. I want us to live a happy, normal, life. But this is what I live for. If he had just held me down on the deep end of a pool, and I drown. Just die. But Sam would have to watch me, just like Lucifer made him in the cage. Knocking me out will have to do for now, but I want more. I don’t want to live for this.” Sam almost closes the journal, he hardly remembered that. In fact, it never happened. You had made that situation of him knocking you out up in your head. “January 15, 2013- "I’m so selfish, taking what I want and calling it mine. But I’m helpless, clinging to a little bit of spine. The demons rush me, telling me I’m running out of time. They shush me when I try to tell Sam. I feel like I’m walking across a fragile line.” He remembers you tryng to tell him something, but always zoning out and telling him 'nevermind’. “March 9, 2013- I sold my soul. The demon, coincidentally told me my soul was 'holey’. Parts were missing. Those parts were either in the cage or in Sam, but I didn’t care. Sam will be happy once I die, I only got 5 months, the devil is truly holding me down.” Tears are running down Sam’s face. “May 5, 2013- Sam just had his birthday. And I left. I snuck out to go to another bar, drink more, spend my last few months in misery. I got knocked out in a bar fight, didn’t come home for a day. Sam yelled at me but I told him it was fine. This is what I live for. He held me and told me it was okay.” Sam couldn’t believe what you had been going through and you didn’t tell him. “June 24, 2013- My last summer with Sam. Its fun to think about my deal, having sold my soul to a 3 piece, and the special thing we agreed on. He isn’t going to send hellhounds, I am going to hang myself and Lucifer is going to cheer me on. Its funny how much I’ve been praying for Sam lately, so he’ll be happy when I’m gone. I guess I truly am holy.” Sam notced there is only one more entry and he doesn’t want to read it, but he does. “August 9, 2013- This is my last entry. I have the rope ready, just called Sam on his hunt and told him the last info on the thing he’s hunting so he won’t suspect anything. I talked to Satan, he said he’ll hold my feet down while I strangle, to make sure I don’t get away. He sure is sweet like that. I love you Sam, goodbye.” And just like that, he remembered seeing you hanging there after Dean and him got back. He remembered the smell of your rotting corpse, and how Dean had to take you down because Sam couldn’t. He remembered how much he missed you, but knew that you didn’t miss him.

Tears

Years (Bucky x Reader)

Request: Can I please have a fic where Bucky and the reader are friends, and it shows their lives together? Like how it progresses into a relationship? Also bonus points if this is in the past!

Word Count: 2797

AN: You were born the same year as Steve (1918), making Bucky a year older (1917). 

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1925

“Come on, Steve!” You grab the small boy’s hand, gently pulling him behind you. “My grandma made fudge, she said you could come over!”

Steve’s eyes light up as the corners of his mouth turned upward. “Wow, [Y/N]! That sounds swell-”

“Sorry,” A smug voice cuts Steve off. “But Steve has other plans.”

“Won’t you just get lost, Barnes.?” You cross your arms letting out a large huff. “It’s my turn to play with Steve.”

“Well, Steve wants to go play down by the creek.” The brown haired boy looks towards his nervous looking friend. “Ain’t that right, Steve?”

“Actually, Bucky-”

“No,” You cut in. “Steve wants to come over and eat fudge.” You cling to the side of your best friend, wrapping your arms around his. “Ain’t that right, Stevie?”

“That sounds-”

“Steve wants to come with me.” Bucky takes a step closer, sending you a piercing glare. 

“No, he wants to come to my house.”

“Actually guys,” Steve squeeze out of your arms, and slowly walks backwards towards his house. “I think I’m going to head home.”

As Steve walks away you look back to Bucky, staring at him with a blazing fire in your eyes. “Look what you did!” You yell.

“What I did?” Bucky throws his hands in the air. “You made him run away!”

“You’re such a jerk, James Buchanan Barnes!”

“And you’re stupid, [Y/N] [L/N]!”

1928

“James!” You let out a booming scream, echoing down the street. Your face is red with anger as you storm towards the smug looking, Bucky Barnes. 

“Try and catch me, [Y/N]!”

You hold down the side of your plaid dress, chasing the dark-haired boy. “Bucky!” “Seriously, [Y/N], it’s rude not to share with your best friend!” Bucky called back, sending you a large grin over his shoulder as he shoves his hand into the bag of candy you spent all your allowance on. “Mmm, vanilla my favourite!” 

“Bucky stop! Those aren’t for you!” “But I’m so hungry!” Bucky laughed “You shouldn’t want you friend to starve to death.”  He turns away from you, walking in a casual pace. He thinks you’re too tired to catch up, but after a few second he feels as sudden weight jump onto his back. 

“Give them back!” You screech. 

“Ow, stupid! Get off of me!!”

1932

“Hey there, sweet cheeks.”

You let out a loud groan knowing exactly who’s speaking to you. You slam your locker shut, finding just the person you were avoiding standing behind it. You tuck a curl behind you ear, looking away from the obnoxious teenage boy. “What do you want Colin?”

The boy who’s completely infatuated with you sends you a flirtatious smile, shuffling closer to you. “I was wondering if you wanted to go and get some fries after school?”

“No thank you.” 

“Aw, come one.” He brings a hand to your waist. “I’ll even pay.”

“I’m busy, Colin.” You move out of his grasp, attempting to get to class.

“Hey,” He grabs your hand, making you drop your text books. You try to pull your hand out of his hold, but he’s squeezing with all of his force, making it nearly impossible to escape. “I didn’t-”

“Hey, twit” A booming voice cuts off Colin. “Let the lady go.” Colin’s grip loosens. You take the advantage, ripping your wrist out of his hold. 

“Bucky Barnes,” Colin laughs. “Always coming to [Y/N]’s rescue.”

“I wouldn’t have to if you had some respect for the girl.” Bucky steps closers to Colin, bring his face inches away from his. “Now beat it before I get the baseball team involved.”

“Whatever.” Colin shrugs and walks down the hall, disappearing into a classroom.

Bucky picks up a couple of your fallen books, passing them to you. He lets out a small sigh and shakes his head. “You and Steve really need to stop getting into trouble, it ain’t good for my heart.”

1934

"Steve, Bucky!” You call from across the diner, balancing a serving tray in one hand and an over-flowing glass of cola in the other. You nod your head towards an empty booth, "Go make yourselves at home, I’ll be there in a split!” A large smile plays at Bucky’s lips as he nods back to you. “Sure thing, Doll!” 

The pair sit down in the leather booth. Steve casually picks up a menu, amused as Bucky twists his neck to watch you tend to your other customers. Steve shakes his head and lets out a small laugh. Bucky takes his gaze off of you and turns to his friend. “What?”

"You’re not very discreet, Buck.” Steve jokes, smirking to his best friend.. Bucky scowls at him before breaking into a grin, snatching the menu from Steve’s hands. 

“You already know I like her, Punk.” Bucky states, still with a grin lingering on his face as he scans over the menu. Steve shakes his head and pushes his hair out of his face. “Going out every night with all of those girls doesn’t show it.” Bucky laugh softly, setting down the menu. “She’s smart, Steve. She doesn’t fall for my shit.” “She’s known you longer than the other girls, of course your sweet talkin’ isn’t going to win her over.” “Steve-” “I’ve never had a gal to call my own, Bucky. I’ve never been kissed, I’ve never gone on a date, and hell, a girl’s never even show interest in me.” Steve leans towards his friend. “How is it that only I know what you’re doing wrong here?” Bucky opens his mouth to respond, but you come to there table holding a pad of paper. “Good afternoon, troublemakers.” You rest your hands on the table with a large smile adorning your face. “This ain’t bad for a first job, don’t you say, boys?

Steve laughs and pats your hand. “Congrats, [Y/N]. Now you can pay for our milkshakes.”

You tilt your head back in laughter. “Maybe one day, Stevie. I still need to get paid for that to happen.”

“You know,” Bucky interrupts. “You could always save a dollar by sharing one with me instead?”

You roll your eyes. “In your dreams, Barnes.” You take out your pencil to write the order of your two best friends, but you’re called by another customer. “Sorry, boys, I’ll be back in one sec.”

Bucky watches as you jog over to a table across the diner. Steve shakes his head, finishing the conversation between the two of them moments ago.“The problem is that you treat like all the other girls. She isn’t like those girls, she’s [Y/N]. She already likes you-.”

Bucky’s eyes widen, cutting Steve off. “Really?”

Steve shakes his head and lets out an annoyed groan. “How are you good with girls?”

1938

“I don’t trust that guy, Steve.” Bucky slowly takes a sip of his cola, glaring at the man who’s constantly flirting with you. The worst part being, you’re flirting right back at him.

“Well, I’d hate to say it, but since you won’t ask her out, she is technically allowed to flirt with whoever she feels like.” Steve mumbles, taking a sip of his own drink.

“But right in front of us?”

“How’s that different than what you do?” Bucky chokes on his drink, sending a glare to his shorter friend. “What? I’m not wrong, Bucky.”

1941

“Come on Stevie, hurry up!” You run a few feet ahead of Bucky and his dates, holding Steve’s hand, unable to contain your excitement. 

Steve laughs at your behaviour. “Slow down [Y/N], you’re gonna rip my arm right out of the socket.”

You freeze at the entrance, sending Steve a sheepish smile. “Sorry, Steve.”

“Don’t be,” Steve nudges your shoulder. “I know you’re excited.”

“Excited is an understatement!” You look towards the shining building, bouncing on the balls of your feet. “I’ve always dreamed of coming to Stark Expo!”

Bucky comes up behind the two of you with both of his arms slung across the shoulders of his dates. “I’m calling bull, [Y/N].” Bucky sends you a large smirk. “You’ve always dreamed about seeing Howard Stark.”

A blush creeps onto your cheeks, only helping out Bucky’s case. “Shut up, Jerk.”

“Never, Stupid.”

You roll your eyes and look towards the two girls Bucky had brought with him. “Girls,” You walk towards them. “How about you lot come and get some popcorn with me and I’ll tell you any embarrassing thing about Bucky you’d like to know.” The girls look towards each other letting out small laughs. They walk towards you, eagerly following you to the concession stand. 

Bucky watches as his dates walk off with you. “What an ass.”

Steve shakes his head. “Coming from the guy who brought two dates when the girl he loves is going with me?”

“I don’t love, [Y/N]”

“I do know a thing or two, and I know that you and [Y/N] like each other. It’s almost painful to watch.”

“You couldn’t be anymore wrong, Steve.”

“Whatever you say, Buck.”

“Shut it, Punk.”

1943

“I’m fine, Steve.”

Bucky leans into the now muscular side of his best friend as they walk down the base stationed in Italy. Bucky’s head feels cloudy and steadily pounds against his skull, still feeling groggy from his rescue from the HYDRA base. Steve, as usual, can see straight through Bucky’s lies.

"Just go see the damn nurse." 

Bucky glares up at him, not yet used how his his once five foot friend now towers over him. "Listen well, Punk. I just need a good nap, a half decent meal, and possibly a beer. I don’t need to visit the nurse, I’m sure she must have more than enough on her plate right now.” Steve lets out a deep sigh. “And that bullet wound?” “No clue what you’re talking about.” “Bucky, just go visit the nurse,” Steve groans, running a hand down his face. 

“When did you become my mother? I don’t want to see the goddamn nurse!” “Good, she doesn’t want to see you either.” You yell out at your ever so stubborn friend. "But I guess there’s others I can tend to instead.“

Bucky’s eyes widen as he turns to find you standing at the end of the hall. You smiling face bring his heart to come at a sudden stop. 

"Steve, I’d like to see the nurse now.”

1944

You sit in a worn-down leather bar stool, swirling around the remains of your amber-coloured escape. It’s scent lingers throughout the whole bar, as many others, feeling the exact same way as you, attempt to drown out their pounding emotions. You’ve been here for a while, yet you’ve only drank one drink. You sigh deeply, ready to finish the glass of burning liquid.

”[Y/N]?“

You close your eyes and let out a soft sigh. You take a final swig of your drink, turning your head to the source of the voice. "What is it, Bucky?”

“Whiskey?” He shakes his head “You hate whiskey.”

“Yeah,” You wave over the bartender, “But that doesn’t mean I hate what it does.” You look down at you drink, hearing him sit on the stool next to you.

The bartender finally comes over to you with a fresh bottle of whiskey, filling your glass halfway once again. He starts to walk away, to clean up the mess that many drunken men have made, but Bucky motions for him to come back. He orders a glass to match yours and instantly downs it. “What happened earlier-”

“Shut it, Barnes.”

“[Y/N]-”

“Not now.”

The bartender fills up Bucky’s glass once more, and walks away. Bucky lets out a small groan and pushes a hand though his hair. “I’ve been looking for you all day.” He takes a sip. “I came in here mainly for myself, but when I saw you sitting over here I almost left. I know you need your alone time.” He place his glass on the dingy counter, and looks towards you. You keep your eyes trained on your fingers as they circle the rim of your cup. 

“Then why didn’t you just walk out?”

“I almost did.” He admitted. “I just needed to make sure that you’re okay.”

You lift up your glass, swallowing the whiskey. You feel as it burns it’s way down your esophagus. “I don’t need to talk, James.”

“James?” Bucky raises an eyebrow. A small smile plays at his lips. “That’s seriously taking our relationship back years.”

You let out a bitter laugh and swallow the last bit of your drink, placing a five dollar bill onto the counter. “I should head to bed, you Commandos have a big day tomorrow and I’m almost positive that you’ll find a way to get hurt.”

Bucky moves his hand on top of yours as you set down the bill, causing you to freeze. “You know what happened today wasn’t your fault, right?”

You turn your head towards him, trying your best to keep your face as stoic as possible. “It is-”

“Don’t you dare tell me that.”

You take a deep breath desperately trying to keep a blank face, keeping your tears at bay. “Bucky…”

“You did all that you could, doll.” Bucky takes a step closer to you, placing his hand gently on your shoulder. “We’re in a war, [Y/N]. People are bound to get injured, and you can’t blame yourself for not being able to save all of them.”

“I can’t help but think that I failed my job. I’m here to help the injured, but I couldn’t save-”

“Stop it.”

“But I could have-”

Wanting to comfort you, he pulls you into a tight embrace. “No one blames you [Y/N].” You instantly relax in Bucky’s arms, relishing in the safe feeling that he exudes. Not realizing what he’s doing, Bucky tilts your head up, staring deeply into your eyes. “Especially me.”

 A pressure builds up in Bucky’s chest, feeling as if his heart could burst at any second. His stomach felt as though it had been tied in knots, unable to stop flipping and turning. Without thinking, he brings his lips to meet yours. You close your eyes in response, not thinking either. He kisses you again and again, each kiss more intense than the last. He pulls you against him, wanting to be as close as possible. His heart races as he feels your form tightly against his. 

Time was stopped until a loud yell came from across the bar, following the smashing of a bottle.

A few moments of silence pass before Bucky finally decides to speaks up. “Now do you want to go?”

You laugh and slap his shoulder, sending him a playful look. “Shut up, Jerk.”

“Never, Stupid.”

You continue to laugh as you step out of Bucky’s arms. You pick up your jacket that’s draped over the leather stool. “As much as I’d hate to leave right now,” You look back to Bucky. “I should really get to bed, and so should you.”

“Now you’re telling me when to sleep? You’re almost as bad as Steve.”

“Well,” You walk towards Bucky, leaving a lingering kiss on his lips. “You can’t jump onto a moving train half asleep.” 

“You really doubt my skills, [Y/N].” He grins cockily, also kissing you softly.

“Whatever you say, Buck.” You place one last kiss on his lips. “Just to let you know, Buck, I’ve been waiting nearly fifteen years for you to do that.”

“Doll, I’ve been wanting to do that for fifteen years.”

You laugh, putting on your jacket. “Well, if you want another one, you’ll have to promise me you won’t get hurt.”

"Me and you both know that I get hurt just so I can see you.” Bucky smirks cockily.

You shake your head and walk towards the bar doors. You look over your shoulder, sending Bucky a breath taking smile. “Just promise me you won’t go falling off or anything. I’m not that good of a nurse.”

1945

You can’t believe they’re gone.

‘Steven Grant Rogers 1918-1945′

You can’t believe that after twenty years they left you alone.

‘James Buchanan Barnes 1917-1944′

Your eyes shine with rolling waves of tears, overflowing and streaming down your dampened, scarlet, cheeks. Your cries are silent, though your breaths come out in rapid and wheezy pattern. 

You’ve never felt pain like this.

The gloomy day grew darker the longer you stayed. It seemed as if all nature was weeping for Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers.

“You promised to always be here for me, Stevie.” You cried. “And you-” Your words get caught in your throat, making you gasp for air. ”I told you not to fall, Jerk.” 

Goddamnit Gadreel fics are so hard to find and this one is just amazing

Mend

I am extremely happy with this story.  Gadreel is one of my favorite characters on SPN (besides the reason that Tahmoh is GORGEOUS).  I was so upset when he died.  Like ruined.  I’ve wanted to write something about Gadreel for a long while now, and admittedly he is extremely difficult to write.  So I hope that I did him some justice.

@icecream-and-winchesters​: A MILLION thank yous for letting me use that line from your story!

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Send me a message or whatever and let me know what you think! :)

Title: Mend Author: vintagevalentinexx Words: ~1850 Pairing: (Gadreelx Reader) Warnings: Kind of angsty?  It resolves.  Fluffy too.

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“Didn’t I tell you to bring a blanket?” Sam chuckled, hazel eyes meeting yours in the rear-view mirror. 

You glared at him, wrapping your arms around yourself tighter. Quick and ragged breaths escaped through your lips. No matter how hard you rubbed your hands against the light fabric of the sweater, you still felt the cold seeping through your bones and causing your hands to shake. 

“I wasn’t expecting this to be freakin’ Russia,” you replied with chattering teeth. Perhaps you were being a bit dramatic, but your lack of comfort prevented you from caring about that. “I thought Dean fixed the AC when he ran away from research to ‘work’ on Baby. Apparently not.” 

“Hey, don’t blame me, sweetheart,” Dean said quickly, glancing away from the road as you turned your narrowed eyes at him. “Sam did tell you to bring a blanket.” 

“Whatever,” you muttered, looking away. The cars driving alongside the Impala in the highway caught your attention, all of the occupants looking irritatingly toasty to you. “Wish we would’ve come in my car. At least the seats are softer.” 

“God, you can be such a drama queen,” Sam chuckled, shaking his head. You turned to glare at him again, but all thoughts of that dissipated as he started to take off his plaid shirt. 

“Hey, no stripping in my car!” 

“Shut up, Dean,” Sam rolled his eyes. 

He was left in his dark t-shirt as he turned to you, the over-sized shirt bunched in his hand. Slipping it on carefully, you were immediately hugged with an incomparable warmth and the soft smell of mint and soap. A shy smile danced on your lips, copied by Sam. 

“Better?” 

“Better.” 

x

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