Huntress- Part One: Screw You

Huntress- Part One: Screw You

Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place in S12 E1, so warning: SPOILERS

“I’ve been tortured by the devil himself and this is what you’ve got? A cold shower?” The man snarled. You lent back in your chair, curious and yet dreading whatever was next. There was a woman behind you, gun aimed at your head to assure you didn’t try anything. Toni insisted you watched what was happening. You saw her walk on into view, her cold stare was even piercing through a screen. She watched him as he began to shiver. You didn’t want to, you wanted to look away, to find the water works and break the pipes. Something.

But you knew you had to watch.

Shivering, his soaking body leaned forward and he managed those same two words. “Screw,” He took a deep breath “You.”

Without warning, Toni jabbed a needle in the side of his neck and within seconds he was out cold. You winced at the thought. Toni used the same routine with every one of them.

You felt a strong hand grab your upper arm and drag you into standing up. It was no use fighting at this point. They then tugged you along the corridor and threw open the door. There he was: his head hanging low, brown hair covering his closed eyes. “Put her in the corner.” Toni nodded towards the chains.

Brilliant.

They snapped the harsh metal onto your wrists and threw you to the floor. Your scorched foot scraped against the dirty floor, stinging the wounds even through a bandage. You took in a sharp breath and closed your eyes, throwing your head back against the wall. “Sweet dreams.”

You watched. You did nothing but watch as the man heaved himself up on to his feet. One foot was bandaged like yours, the other just plastered in the dust and dirt of the floor. He had unintentionally ripped jeans, a dark checked shirt draping over his broad shoulders and just a little above the shoulder length shaggy hair that surprisingly suited him. Feeling the harsh grip of the chains surrounding your wrists, you continued to observe him. With the help of the chair -originally for you- he limped towards the trapdoor-like wooden panels. But they were as chained together as your hands.

You stay perfectly still. Only your eyes moved, following him hobble around the room.

Completely unaware of you slumped in the corner; he hit one of the doors with his fist and shouted. You sighed to yourself. The dried blood tracing your face was uncomfortable to say the least. Your black eye was a constant reminder that you lost. You lost the fight and now here you were. Stupid.

You murmured “I wouldn’t bother.”. His head snapped to face you instantly, clearly shocked by your sudden outburst. “Who-,” He stumbled slightly so grabbed the wall to steady himself “Who are you?”

You continued to watch him with the same blank expression. Maybe not blank. Maybe just tired. He, however, looked evidently shocked and yet also curious. “Good question.” You huffed.

“My name’s Sam…Winchester.” He said it in such a way, as though he expected a reaction when he added his surname. Instead, it just confirmed your suspicions. “Y/N…” You whispered, looking away from him. “When did you get here?” He asked, limping over to you. He crouched down as best he could in front of you, far more concerned about you than you thought he would be.

“Last night. You were unconscious…” you trailed off.

You answered him as best you could. He didn’t deserve someone being uselessly vague at this point. His eyes noticed the bandage covering your foot, followed by his face dropping and his sympathetic eyes returning to look at you. “How old are you?” He tilted his head, his eyebrows still knitted together. You open your mouth to speak but the floor was taken by that wretched voice: “Morning all.”

You scowl and glare at her, shifting slightly to face her general direction. The metal scraped across the floor in attempt to keep you down. If it wasn’t for those chains you’d be making a beeline for the door behind her. “Hello, Y/N. I see you’ve met our new arrival,” She stopped on the last step to look between you both and smiled to herself “Look familiar?” She asked you, nodding towards ‘Sam’.

“Piss off.” You scoff, rolling your eyes. 

“I presume she hasn’t told you.” Toni turned her attention away from you.

“She’s just a kid.” He sounded almost hurt by this. Confused.

“She’s not a kid,” Toni paused to eye you “She’s your child.” Toni said the words so clearly and loudly no one could miss it. You knew really. They’d been threatening you with the possibility of finding a Winchester for long enough. Especially the famous Sam Winchester. You stared at the floor, finding an interesting slate to stare at. Intense- you felt the silence staring you down.

“…What?” Sam…your dad…managed.

“You heard me.” Silence. A sigh. “Does the name Rebecca Brooks mean anything to you?”

You almost looked up at the mention of your Mum. Despite everything, even though you knew it was her fault for getting you into this mess, her fault that…well…nevermind…you still missed her. You still wanted your revenge. ‘Screw you’ you thought.

“You’re serious?” Sam sounded exhausted and yet so determined to distinguish the truth from the lies. You knew the feeling.

“Rebecca Brooks. Studying Zoology at Stanford University. You two had a one night stand. Of course you did. Two post hunters who’d but escaped the life- you understood each other.” She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear to make herself perfect again. “It’s a pity you forgot what protection was.” You knew that was aimed at you but you didn’t give her the satisfaction of reacting “No more than a month later she ran back to England. I may be manipulative, Sam. But I don’t lie…” She paused and you felt her stare at you “I won’t lie.”

“I thought she just dropped out…” Sam mumbled to himself.

“No. She saw you with Jessica and decided it would be best to leave. Back to England. To raise a child without a father…She was brave.” Toni moved toward the pair of you, she knew full well Sam wouldn’t hurt her. Not with her partner in the doorway- armed. And not with you in such a vulnerable position. You frowned…since when did Toni have any respect for your Mum? “brave”. The word circled your mind. She was brave, but not in Toni’s eyes. “Why did you say that?” You squint up at her, determined to find the answer.

“Say what?” She sounded taken back by your curiosity.

“You said she was brave.” You stated.

“Oh. She was. We trained her well. It wasn’t her that was the problem, Y/N. It was you.” 

You frown again: “Oh sure that clears things up.” You mumble, rolling your eyes.

She stood above you, not bothering to crouch down to your level like Sam did. “I trust you’re still listening.” She said, holding out her taser so it was in your view. You move your head to face her, glancing up through your fringe.

“Good.” She jabbed the taser at your upper arm. Immediately, you flinched at the touch, your entire body trying to withdraw itself unsuccessfully. But nothing happened. She hadn’t activated it. “Screw you.” You spat, eyeing Sam for a split second.

Laughing, she folded her arms over her chest and tilted her head slightly. “I’d have loved for your mother to see you now. What do you think she would say?”

“I doubt you’d listen.” You roll your eyes. Laughing under her breath, she nodded to herself. “Oh but we would. I would.”

“I’m going to give you a chance to get to know each other. Then we can have some fun.” Toni smiled before upping and leaving. “Oh and Sam, there’s a reason she’s chained up and you’re not.” Sam’s eyes traced the chains up to the wall “Physical strength isn’t always the best asset…Even for a hunter.”

The door closed, followed by the sound of keys, then a lock.

Silence took over the room. Maybe it was awkward. Maybe not. You were too focused on correctly assembling the information in your mind to notice. You knew someone had to say something.

“Are you really my Dad?” You asked quietly, you didn’t realise it would come out as such a whisper. 

‘Why ask?’ You thought. It would have made it easy for him to say no. But, you knew he was. Your Mum always spoke about the ‘American college boy’. But this was his chance to decline. This was his chance to shake his head. His chance to disown you. Who knows, you might have taken it.

The man nodded. “I think,” 

'Last chance' you thought, eyeing the cameras.

“Yeah. I think I am”

Huntress- P2: Family Reunion

Thanks for reading! I’m always taking ideas to improve or add to the next parts so feel free to drop me an ask! Part two will be based loosely around episode 2 of S12. I’m following the storyline while also incorporating my own so bear with if it doesn’t always fit together perfectly: I haven’t read the script obviously haha.

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When you talk about a Reylo baby, you mean a baby created through the force bond alone, right? Because I'm wondering if the existence of a Reylo baby would imply they had sex off-screen at some point in that one year span.

You mean as if I'm saying they f****d before?

Definitely not!

I really believe it would be like Anakin, Rey would have no idea for a while. But unlike Ani, this one would have a father.

I know it's confusing so, I'll put it on topics:

The first thing that comes to my mind is Palpatine saying that they either live together or die together.

All the things about their bond.

So, it's like the Force conceived a baby in this moment because it was the most beautiful moment they had together. And their bond is so deep and powerful.

And this happens through Ben, like the Force uses him as a way for it to get to Rey. This "Force Baby" needs a highway to get to her and as Ben is saving her, he is the highway.

They have no idea about it.

But eventually Rey would find out, probably think that this is just a Force baby, not related to Ben and she is just having delusions because she misses him and can't reach him in the Force.

That's also because Leia passed all the Force she had left to her son, who is simultaneously trying to come back to life (not even close to know he is about to be a Papa).

But then it comes the day this lil' Solo is born and it looks so much like Ben, that no one can deny he is the father.

Ben comes back in time to see how tiny the cutie looks in his hands.

So yes, a Force baby, decision of the Force, destiny the Force puts in to both of them. But a DNA would say "Congrats, you are the father".

[Wait this became a headcanon?¿]

(anonymous, if this is not what you're asking, send me another ask I will answer right away)

Bad Blood

Never Be The Same - Part 4.

Pairing: Sam x Daughter!Reader, Dean x Niece!Reader, Castiel x Platonic!Reader, Sam x OC.

Summary: To save Dean’s life, Sam changes a big part of his past, hoping that he’d only forget memories with his college girlfriend. But, not only he changes his life, he also creates a new one.

Word Count: 1927.

Warnings: Swearing.

A/N: I’m back guys. Sorry it took so long. Anyway, I’m loving writing this and I  hope you like it. Let me know your opinion.

"We gotta go." You, your father and Castiel stayed quiet while uncle Dean answered the victim's sister call.

"Now?" Sam woke up from whatever what he was thinking and looked up.

"Of course now."

"I'll stay." You asked insecure.

"You are not here for nothing." Dean remembered.

The rest of the day was occupied by the case, only after dark everything was good and you, you did good. Not for one second you got distracted. At some point, you were in different rooms of the victim's house. Castiel took her sister to a diner not far from there.

"Sam!" You heard the angel scream from the end of the hall and ran like crazy.

"Wake up!" He woke up in the moment you showed at the door with your uncle coming right after. He looked at Castiel, and then you came closer.

"Camila?"

"What happened?" He asked helping your father get up.

"I'm not sure." Long story short, he was fine. Everyone was fine. At least, physically.

Your heartbeats calmed down and started accelerating again as fast as it could. The ride back was not relaxing, like it usually is. The anxiety and the doubt were killing you. The guilt was killing Sam in the front seat. After you both showered, he smiled shyly at you. He was going to ask if you two could talk, but you seated and just waited.

"Wanna go outside?" You followed him until the Impala where the two of you leaned while you talked.

"Wanna go first?" You helped him in a way.

"I don't know." He said looking straight to the wall in front of him. Both of you were staring at it to avoid eye contact. "I... I have to be honest with you, Y/N, just like you did earlier and all the time since..." He stopped and took a deep breath.

"Anyway, I need you to know that I'm confused. I'm starting to understand what happened..."

"How I happened." You interrupted with deep emphasis in I.

"Yeah." He said impressed with your sincerity. Then, he finally looked at you.

"Don't worry, it's nothing. Basically, I have the abilities because of the demon blood. I don't use it and sometimes it feels like it's not there, but in others it's too much."

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"You deserve better."

"So do you. We all do. It's not how it works. Not everything is your fault."

"It is my blood."

"All my life you said that my mother's death is not on me." You looked at him. "The demon blood is not on you."

"It's not only that. You hunt! I never wanted this for you. It feels like a curse, a very a bad one." You stayed quiet, staring at the floor.

Sam was having flashbacks constantly. But not about you, about your mother. The last one was from the day she told him she was pregnant. It was a week before your uncle Dean showed up. She was certain that Sam would be a good father, but afraid of his reaction and she couldn't find a way to tell him. They were alone, just living the student life - she was resting a little while she could and he was reading (even though it was really late).

"Sam, how do you feel about kids?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you like 'em?"

"Sure. Who doesn't?" He was trying to focus on his reading.

"Right. How do you feel about having kids?" That called his attention. "Have you ever thought about it?" Well, of course, he was about to propose.

"Yes." He paused. "And yes, about having children with you. Why?"

"Do you think we'll be good parents?"

"I don't know about me." He paused. "But you'll be the best mom ever." She smiled. Sam wanted kids, but he was insecure about being a father.

"You are always taking care of me, protecting me. I'm sure you'll do good." He turned back to the book, thinking the conversation was over. And it was. Until your mother spoke. "This little one will probably be so attached to you." He froze. Saw a movie with your mother cross his mind. Swallowed. Breathed and turned the chair around with a scared face, a face she never saw before.

"What?" She was not even looking at him.

"What, what?"

"What did you said?" Maybe, MAYBE it was nothing.

"I said the child will be attached to you." She was a little slow sometimes, didn't listen to her own words.

"No, you said 'this' instead of 'the'." He explained. Her eyes widened and she went pale, showing the truth. "Camila." She froze. His heart was beating so fast, it was one of the scariest moments of his life. "Camila, are you...?" She nodded fast biting her lips, not letting him finish. Her eyes were already filled with tears.

A lot of things were running way too fast in Sam's head. He was not even thinking about the timing or whatever. He was just so scared. He was scared that he couldn't protect you, that he couldn't give you everything you deserved, that he would mess up. In a second, his biggest fear became disappointing you.

"I'm sorry." She said quietly, waking him up. Then for the first time ever, automatically, he was worried about you at the same time and intensity that he was worried about your mother. "I know it's too early, not planned." She couldn't help but cry.

"Hey..." He went to her side. "Don't you dare apologize." He had an authority in his soft voice. "First, I was a part of it too." She kept looking down, sobbing. "Second, how can this be a bad thing?" He wasn't just comforting her, he truly felt it. She finally looked up, with tears all over her cheek.

At the moment he saw her, he felt it twice as hard. Through his eyes, she was perfect, in all the ways possible. Suddenly, his fear became the best sensation he could feel, he was going to raise you, educate you, give you everything he could, be his best for you every day. He would have someone to learn from him, to be his legacy, his and your mother's. Damn, the idea of having child of his own with your mother traces, her deep dark brown eyes, the long hair, her skin tone and smile. Jesus, he loved you so much.

That sensation made him smile quickly, making your mother smile too. They looked at each other's eyes and the happiness was mutual, so strong it made them laugh a lot and cry a little with so much emotion. There was no bad in it, no doubt. But now, it was different.

"It's my fault because it's my bad blood." He finally said after a long minute. Then he looked at you again and again, he saw her. "You look so much like your mother."

"Everyone tells me otherwise."

"They never knew her like I did, not even her father." You were kind of happy he said that, but you didn't let it show. After a couple of seconds, you realized what was happening. You are always so good at that.

"You are not remembering me, are you?"

"Not yet." He couldn't lie. "But I am having flashbacks of her, a lot of them. It's just that, you remind me so much of her." You felt your tears coming calmly. "You are very different but still... not at all."

"I don't even know her, how can I..."

"You're unique." You looked at him. "Like she was" He interrupted and paused.

"Y/N, I just don't know how suddenly be a father and I don't wanna disappoint you, really."

"I'm not asking for that. Don't worry."

"It's my duty and it's... new." He sighed. He was trying. You knew it. And you knew that you had to do your part - no pressure.

"Well, I'm proud of this blood." You could listen your childhood colleagues saying you didn't have a father or a mother, your grandfather saying you should use his last name, anyone else. But not someone with the same blood. Not your family. "I'm proud of being a Winchester." You swallowed your tears. "You see it as a bad blood that curses us? Yes, that's exactly what it is. But I..." You stood in front of him. "I see it as the blood that runs through the veins of the ones who save lives, who saved the world so many times without blinking and it's the one in my veins." For the first - not first - time he saw you cry. "It's a honor, Sam." You stopped, taking a break. Stopped crying. "I can't say it to everyone, but I know it: being the daughter of the guy who saves the world? Not that bad."

Seeing you cry and leave turned into a day flashback. The flashbacks he had awake were the worst, because while the other ones were more like dreams, this felt like headaches. His instincts went crazy by the sound of your sobbing while you talked. The sobbing came from many different absent memories from different ages - in the present it was just some quiet tears. After you went back to the room, he allowed a couple down his face, paralyzed by the desperation he felt thanks to the sound of you crying.

"How is she?" Castiel and Dean found Sam in shock.

"You tell me."

"How are you?" Dean was the one this time.

"Scared."

"Is that because you called her Camila earlier?" Cass was worried.

"Camila is..." He stopped. "...Was her mother." He was confused. She is alive but she isn't. "I don't know."

"What's happening?"

"Her mother is alive here, Dean."

"She was never born."

"Oh my God..." Castiel started to relate everything.

"The last times I slept or passed out, whatever." He mentioned that day earlier. "I only had flashbacks with Camila, I dreamed with the day she told me about Y/N, it was so fucking real."

"How was it?" Dean was curious.

"Shocking." He started listing. "Unexpected, and surreal." Breathing through that thoughts was hard. So he took a deep breath in almost every pause he made.

"Just like now." His brother confirmed.

"Worse." Castiel added, reading your father's expression.

"At least she wasn't born, I was still going to raise her, with Camila, out of all of this. Now, she is all done already and I don't know who she is."

"But she knows us." Castiel spoke again. "A lot." The three of them agreed at this. "It's almost like she reads our thoughts."

"And our moves." Dean laughed. "She is the scariest shit, isn't she?" They all smiled and went rest, hoping that in the next day they would know a little bit more about you.

Next morning, was time to have a nice breakfast and go back to the bunker. You knew you would sleep all the way back thanks to the previous night insomnia that not even the tiring of the hunt could defeat. But when you woke up, you weren't on bed, you were in your father's arms. It doesn't matter if you've grown a lot, you'll always be tiny in his big arms.

"Shhhh." He said when you moved your head. Normally, you wake up very easily. But when he caught you, your body recognized his care and the smell of the shirt. When the sun between the bedroom and the car reached your eyes, you briefly opened them. "We're going home."

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I imagine this is how Chris , Sebastian and Anthony reacted to seeing each on the set of infinity war on the first day

do more stobin hcs!! loved the last one

Wow, thx ♡ Promise I'll try and post as soon as I have an idea!

Forget Forever

Never Be The Same - Prologue.

Teaser

Pairing: Sam x Daughter!Reader, Dean x Niece!Reader, Castiel x Platonic!Reader.

Summary: To save Dean’s life, Sam changes a big part of his past, hoping that he’d only forget memories with his college girlfriend. But, not only he changes his life, he also creates a new one.

Word Count: 777.

Warnings: None.

A/N: This is kinda short, but it’s more like an introduction. I never wrote an imagine before, but I had the idea and thought “why not?”. Also, English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes. I hope you like it. Let me know what you think.

You stopped counting how many times your father and your uncle saved each other years ago and they are still doing it. They left for a case - a very important one - a week ago and you are starting to get worried.

Sam, Dean and Cass always guaranty that the three of them are breathing, no matter what is costs. This last time, your uncle Dean nearly took his last breath, but, of course, you father did what he had to. He changed a big part of his life. He erased from his reality, his first date with the one he knew was the love of his life. He gave up most of his best memories, letting they go peace by peace as the days passed, only so he could make more memories with his big brother.

It hurts, knowing that someone he loved so much, would be erased from his existence, his history. He was afraid, but these memories and feelings were not worth the life of his brother. What a weird deal, changing a big part of his past, making some things go away forever didn't seem much if it could save Dean. What could possibly change besides that?

They were so tired of saving people's life (and one another) again, - the bunker was the destination. After hours, Sam didn't feel different. He was asleep most part of the time in the road, but when he woke up forty minutes before they got home, he started to feel like he was forgetting something. Like he left something behind or had something else to do before getting back to the bunker. What was it? He couldn't remember.

"You okay, man?" Dean asked, while driving.

"Yeah." He was still thinking. "Dean, aren't we forgetting something?"

"I don't know, are we? Cass is in the back seat, right?" He joked. It was funny, but not enough to take Sam from his focus.

"What about you, Cass?"

"Did one of you pray to me last night?" He asked, with doubt exposed in his face.

"I didn't." The Winchesters said together.

"Why?" Now Dean was getting confused and curious too.

"I don't know. Just a feeling like it happened, it's... weird." Sometimes it's hard for the angel to define what he thinks or feels, most of the times he doesn't.

That sensation stayed with them until they got in the bunker, now, even Dean was quiet and overthinking what could he possibly be forgetting to do? They finished the case, they were all fine, no one else needed them to do anything, not at that moment. So why does it feel like he needs to get back in Baby and finish the job properly before passing through the door in front of him?

He shocked his head, trying not to think too much and relax, he was sure that after a few hours sleeping in his bed, he would be fine. It was probably because they were exhausted and their brains were starting to stay awake too much and for too long. He just needed his bed. Just getting inside and going to his bedroom.

The door opened, making the usual noise it does every time. Sam and Cass were behind him. It was working. Focusing on resting. Something he rarely does, maybe that's why it's hard to keep the focus on not worrying about anyone or anything. He could go straight to bed, except he couldn't. He was forgetting something.

"Dean," They all looked to the books on the table in the library, at least three of them, with a notebook none of them recognized.

"Thank God..." They heard a female and young voice calling behind them. In a second, the brothers had their guns pointed at you and the angel was with a silver blade in his right hand.

"Hey..." You said calm. "What happened?" They saw you, but two guns were still pointing at your figure. It was the weirdest thing ever. You never imagined that this could last more then the usual - two seconds when you got them scared on purpose.

"Who are you?" Your uncle asked in a tone he only used with you when he was disappointed or angry, in other words, when you did something dangerous or wrong. But in that moment, it was different. He was asking like he asked to the monsters. "You better answer me." You realized that you didn't say a word and that the two second were already an entire minute.

You were not afraid of them, you never could be. You were just scared of the situation that sounded impossible. How could they not remember you?

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