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Waken Up - Winchester Brothers x M!Reader

Summary: You research later than the two. Later in the evening, Dean wakes you and Sam up from a nap

Dean looks over to his brother sleeping with his back towards him as he comes into the motel room. He walks over to whack his feet. 

Sam removes his arm from over your waist to glare at his brother. “What?”

“What time did he go to bed last night?”

“He went to bed late." You mumble tiredly. Dean walks over to sit on your side of the bed. “Were you researching again?” He gets a hum in response.

He slithers his hand under the blanket to rest it on your lower back. The warmth of his hand feels nice against your skin.

Sam lays back on his side and buries his nose in your hair. You feel some of his breath going down your back, which sends shivers down your body. “We’re going back to the bunker today, sweetheart. I packed our bags earlier.” The eldest Winchester says softly.

Groaning tiredly and softly, you bury your face in your pillow. “Sam and I can get dressed as you can stay in your PJs. How does that sound?” You nod. “Is my blanket in Baby?”

“Yeah.” The youngest Winchester answers as he gets out of bed and to his bag to get clean clothes, Dean doing the same thing. 

Sam goes to the bathroom to take a quick shower and into the clean clothes.

The brothers zip up their bags after putting their dirty clothes in them. 

Sam takes all three bags out to Baby as Dean carries you, who’s in one of his shorts, one of Sam’s shirts, and a pair of fluff socks. 

Your legs are wrapped around Dean’s waist and your arms around his neck, hands clasped together. Dean’s hands are resting underneath your butt. His head is slightly leaned against your head that’s resting on his shoulder, your nose against his neck.

“What time is it?” You ask, your voice muffled a bit. Dean removes one of his hands to check his watch. Once he has his hand back under your butt, he says, “It’s 9pm. You slept through most of the day.”

“It’s because I’ve been having some shitty sleeps, the hunt yesterday worn me out, and I went to sleep at 6 in the morning from researching all night.”

Once at the car, your favourite blanket is folded neatly in the back seat. Dean settles you in next to it.

You start to unfold the blanket and pause for a short second as Dean pressed a kiss to your temple. He squats down and rests his hands next to your outer thigh to keep his balance. “Do you want one of us to stay in the back with you?” Shaking your head, you look at him after placing the blanket over your legs.

“Okay.” He pecks your lips whilst standing and walking to the front seat. Sam took his spot and does the same thing, making the kiss a bit longer. He closes the door and goes to his seat next to his brother.

With Baby back on the road and some minutes later of silence, you ask, “Can we do a lazy, movie, cuddle day tomorrow?”

The Demon That Can Feel Love From One Conversation - Demon!Dean x F!Reader

This is requested from my wonderful friend @dimelozabdi​. Thank you for the request 

Summary: Demon Dean is sitting in the dungeon and see you sneak in. You have an emotional conversation about loving each other that kinda breaks him out of it

Once you know that Sam and Cas are out of the bunker to go and do some things, you go down to the dungeon to talk to your boyfriend who is now a demon, one of the many things you hunt.

Opening the door, Dean perks his head up. His black eyes show. A smile is on his face once he sees that it’s you instead of his brother or their angel friend. The darkness fades away, letting his beautiful green eyes come out. “Hey, sweetheart.”

“Hi, Dean.” You breathe out, your shoulders relax. “It’s been days since I’ve seen you. Where have you been? I’ve been missing you, baby.” He shifted in his seat to have his ass touching the back rest.

“I’ve missed you, too.” He tilts his head a bit and has his smile turned into a small frown. “Then why haven’t you come to see me?”

“I don’t know, but I know that I wouldn’t be talking to my Dean.” You walk towards him to have your hands gripped onto his forearms, your face neared his. “That is why you are going to let us turn you back.”

Dean acts like he’s thinking. After a few seconds pass, he shakes his head, “Nah.” His head snaps to the right from you doing a right hook.

You take a few steps back. You watch the small cut you caused on his cheek to heal up.

“You are so dumb by getting that Mark of Cain, and so stupid for doing other things. You went off to fuck those chicks from the bars and diners, knowing little of my feelings for you. You’d do anything for Sam, Cas and I. Fuck, you would die for us and you have.

You think and believe that you’re not worthy to live or to be loved. People have loved you, Dean, and they’ve died for you, so you can live for them, so you can live your life, knowing the people who loved you have died for you and the people who are still alive and loving you now,” you pause to catch your breath, “they would die for you. Fuck me, I would die for you and I have. I’ll do it again over and over.

I don’t care if you shout, yell, scream, or even hit me to not die for you. You are the love of my life and the big brother to Sam and the luckiest friend to Cas. 

You have been there for me in my ups and downs and when shark week comes along. You give the best hugs, cuddles and kisses. And damn, the best sex every time.

I am so fucking in love with you, Dean Winchester.” Your head is tilted to the side a bit, a soft smile on your face and tears stinging your eyes. “But that doesn’t matter right now, does it?”

Dean is quiet, so are you. You walk back to him to give him a sweet kiss. He returns it.

Air. Break for air. You did as you thought of. Dean leans his head forward to lean his forehead against yours.

In the corners of your eyes, you see him make a grabbing motion with his hands. You sit on his lap and have your hands resting on the back of his neck. You begin to play with the short hairs at the nape of his neck.

He leans in to have his lips against yours. “Please, help me.” He mumbles against you. Your hands rest on his stubbly cheeks. “I love you. Please, (Y/N), help.”

“I will.”

Hi! What about one where Sam, Dean and cas are "fighting" each other to have their boyfriend attention?

I love this idea ❤️️ and idk why, but I kinda find polyamory relationship fluffs adorable 

Give Us Attention

Your three boyfriends’ voices echo throughout the bunker as they have been ‘fighting’ for the past hour or so about who gets your attention.

“I haven’t seen him in days!” Cas.

“That’s because you’ve been gone doing your angel shit!” Dean.

“You’ve had more attention the time we’ve been here since the hunt days ago!” Sam.

You slam your head against the table, making the brothers and angel shut up. 

They then surround you, seeing if you’re okay, if there’s something wrong, if they can get you anything.

Perching your head up and leaning back in your seat, “I’m good, you three are fighting for my attention, and I’d love some greasy food and a beer.”

Their voices go over each other as they confirm what you want.

“Race ya!” Dean yells, fishing his keys out of his pocket and running out of the library and to the garage, Sam right behind him.

Cas disappears and reappears with your food and drink. “Cas won!” You stand up to have Cas’ hands rest on your hips and yours playing with the short hairs at the nape of his neck

Groans in the distance come clearer as the brothers drag themselves back into the room.

“Cas hasn’t had my attention for a little while as the two of you had plenty has we’ve been researching and shit.” 

Cas smiles proudly at them. “But,” his proud smile slowly turns into a frown, “the three of you have been kinda annoying with of who gets my attention.”

Dean throws a tiny tantrum and whines on the spot like a kid not getting something he wants. Sam has his head tilted back, a groan escaping from him. And Cas, his head is dropped to your shoulder.

“Sort this shit out nicely or I’m not giving any of you attention for two months.”

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

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

The Guilt Train

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

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

“Back off!”

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

“Leave us alone!” Sam adds.

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

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

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

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

~1 HOUR LATER~

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

You decide to take something to get the headache away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You said to leave you guys alone.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Love you.”

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

Hi sweety! Can u write one fic where Dean's bf is castiel best friend and they are really close, like he always sits on cas' lap and cas is always hugging him or kissing his cheek, and Dean try to play it cool but at the same time is like" he is my boy back off!". Greetings from Brazil!!

Heyo, I’ll write this the best I can. And greetings back to Brazil!

Back Off

Walking down the halls in the bunker with your hair spiked up, you rub the tiredness from your eyes as you enter the library. 

“Where’s my baby?” You ask Sam and Cas, who are seated at one of the tables.

“He went out to the store.” Sam says, not looking up from his screen.

You take a seat in Cas’ lap. This is quite a normal thing if Dean or him and Sam are out somewhere.

Your arms wrap around his middle, the coat surrounding your body and his warmth lulling you back to sleep.

Footsteps then come into the library an hour or two later, your eyes opening to see your boyfriend.

“There’s my baby.” Dean smiles down at you, picking you up from Cas’ lap. You quickly peck the angel’s cheek before Dean sits on the chair next to him and yourself now in his lap.

“Here I am, sweetheart.” Dean kisses the top of your head.

Dean had started talking to Sam and Cas, you busying yourself by playing with Cas’ hand.

The conversation pauses for a moment, Dean’s hands slipping under your shirt and resting on your lower back, “I got your chocolate. Why don’t you get that and come back?”

Nodding, you slip off his lap and shuffle towards the kitchen.

Once you’re out of sight, Dean is up and out of his seat. He grabs Cas’ collar and drags him to the nearest wall. “Dean!” Sam yells.

Dean’s arm is up against Cas’ throat. “You stop doing what you’re doing with my boyfriend. He’s mine, not yours. He’s my boy, so back off!”

Taking his arm back, he sits back down on his seat, Cas doing the same.

With you coming back, the three are back to talking to what they were discussing about.

Dean’s hands are rested on your hips and seats you in between his legs, your legs over one of his, your sock-covered feet going towards Cas’ way, and your back resting against Dean’s arm on the armrest.

You make sure Cas is okay as you had heard what Dean said. He nods at you, giving you a soft reassuring smile.

You munch on a few pieces of chocolate as you hear the three talk.

“I’ll always be your boy, Dean, and you’ll always be my baby.”

Dean grins proudly as you rest the side of your head against his chest. His arms squeeze around your body a bit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let’s get you to bed, trouble.”

Hi? First of all i hope you're fine and second could you write one where before Sam went tô college he had a boyfriend, that he never said anything before he left, so he is waiting for some news about Sam ( who just left him and is now dating Jess), and Dean, who is readers bestfriend, starts mensaging him to cheer him up, and in the end he discovers about Jess and what Dean is doing. I hope this make sense to you

Hi! First of all, I am alright, thank you, hope you are too. Second, I can write this for you. It does make sense and I hope you don’t mind that I’m gonna have Dean and the reader (you) get together :p (and is what you meant to)

College Girlfriend

Sam has been gone for the last few days. He had packed a bag and left without saying anything.

“I don’t know where he went, Dean!”

“He’s your boyfriend.”

“He’s your brother. Just,” you sigh and rub your forehead, “have you heard from him or seen him?”

“No, sorry. I’ll try and give him another call and see what’s up with him.”

Thanking him and saying goodbye, the call ends.

You plop onto the couch, thinking of where Sam could be.

Message from Dorka

Opening the message, it’s a video of him. Playing it, he has his lips out in a big pout, cheeks puffed out and blows out a raspberry.

You smile at it, and replying with, You dork

Your dork tho :p

That you are, Winchester

After a few hours of texting each other and taking your mind off Sam during that time, you thought of the piece of paper he hid from you a few days ago.

Standing to your feet, you go to the kitchen to rummage through the trash to pull out a piece of paper with a few stains on it.

Stanford University

Grabbing your keys, you lock up the house and to your car.

On your way to the university, you call Dean, “He’s at Stanford,” was the first thing he heard as soon as he picked up.

As soon as you arrived at the university, you go to the front desk and ask for Sam Winchester.

The woman at the desk tells you where to go. You thank her before leaving and going through the directions you were told, guessing on where you’re going.

Hopefully at the right apartment, you knock at the door. It opens to show a blonde woman. “Hello, can I help you?”

“Uh, does a Sam live here?”

She nods and tells you to wait a moment to go and get him.

When the two come back, Sam doesn’t see you yet and gives the woman a kiss on the lips. She walks off to have Sam take a few steps whilst looking at the ground.

As he perks his head up to see you, he stops. “(Y-Y/N).”

You shake your head with a scoff escaping. You throw the stained application towards his way. “Congrats on getting in. And getting yourself someone better, I guess. Well, better in your world.”

He calls your name out as you walk away, your heart breaking.

Almost to your car, you see Dean is leaning against it and Baby is parked behind your car.

His arms are open, you immediately going into his warmth. “He’s an ass.” You mumble, Dean humming in agreement.

He cups your cheeks into his hands, bringing your face halfway to meet his for a kiss.

You grab his collar to bring him closer, his hands gripping your hips. He sneakily has one of his hands go to rest on your ass.

You separate from the kiss to lean your forehead against his. “Wanted to do that for a little while now.” He says.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“The kiss or touching my ass?” You lean back a bit more to look at his face.

“Both.”

Big Baby Booty - Dad!Dean x M!Toddler!Winchester!Reader

Inspired by myself telling my nephew he has a big baby booty....

Summary: You think it’s funny when you put your nappy-covered butt in Dean’s face Age: 2

Dean wakes up to something pressing against his face. He raises his hands to feel your small body.

“(Y/N).”

Small giggles escape from you as Dean sits up and settles you on his thighs, his back against the headboard of his bed.

You stand up on his thighs and bend over, your hands in between the space of his legs. Giggles fill the room.

“What are you doing, baby?” Dean asks, picking you up to be face-to-face with him, yourself being upside down.

“He doing the butt-face thing?”

Dean looks up to see Sam leaning against the door frame of his room.

Setting you up right and standing you in the space of his legs, “Woke up to it.”

You waddle towards your uncle to let him pick you up and onto his shoulders. “It is pretty funny.”

“Yeah, to the both of you.”

Sam sees you waddle into the library with a banana smashed in one of your chubby hands.

He looks at his sleeping brother slumped on the table. 

An idea pops into his head.

He stands up to take you into his hands and places you on the table near your father.

Sam sits back down in his seat and motions for you to turn around.

You do and lean against your hands, your butt towards Dean.

“Da!”

He jolts up to have his face touch your nappy. He leans back in his seat, groaning as you and Sam laugh.

“Sam!”

“What did I do?”

“You convinced my son to put his big baby booty in my face.”

“I just placed him in front of you and he did that on his own.”

Looking at you still in the position, your butt still in the air, “You love putting your big baby booty in my face.” He grabs you and settles you in his lap.

You start to munch on the banana as him and Sam go back to researching.

Finishing on your snack, Dean cleans the remains off your hand to have you put your hands on the table and lean forward as if you’re reading the book in front of the both of you.

Dean gives Sam a deadpan look over your small body.

Sam chuckles at the sight in front of him.

“He gets his booty from you.”

Hey! I had a idea that the reader is Sam and Deans little sister (13 or 14) and she gets spelled or something to make her go crazy like see stuff talk to walls stuff like that and she ends up in a mental hospital and breaks out and the boys and maybe Cas find her while they’re on a hunt and realise how badly messed up she is please ?♥️

Hey! This kinda sounds like me as I’d sometimes talk to myself :p

Talking Like I’m Crazy

Dean carries your sleeping form into the bunker, Cas and Sam trailing behind him.

Reaching your room, across from Dean’s, he opens the door and settles you underneath the covers.

Sam and Cas are standing outside your room, watching Dean slowly and silently close the door.

“I-I don’t think there’s anything we can do. We already killed the witch and (Y/N) is still the way she is.” Sam says softly.

The three walk off into the library and try to figure out how to get you back to normal. 

A few minutes pass to have the three hear your voice out in the halls. They get out of their seats to follow your voice.

They stop in the hall you’re in to see that you’re talking to the wall, making the angel and your brothers think that you’re having a full conversation as if someone’s there.

“You okay, kid?” Dean asks, cutting you off mid-sentence. You nod, “Yeah, I’m good.”

You walk past them to get to the kitchen, continuing on with your conversation.

A few hours pass to have you and Cas sitting on a bus bench.

A small bus pulls up, the door opening and small chatters in between the other people in the vehicle

“You sure this is going to help?” You ask the angel.

“I hope so.” With a hug goodbye, you walk onto the bus with the door closing behind you.

You settle in the back seat with your bag, tears stinging your eyes. You look to the free spot next to you as if someone said your name and asked if you’re okay.

“I’m alright. I hope this helps, too.”

Some of the people and the driver takes a quick glance at you, thinking you were talking to one of them.

With everyone asleep and the lights out, you have your bag packed after staying at the mental hospital for two nights.

You take a glance to the sides of the hallway to make sure no one was out.

Sneaking quietly past the sleeping guard, you manage to get away.

Later into the night, you’re still walking on the side of the road, following the treeline.

Your shadow appears, giving you a small fright. You chuckle at yourself. 

The car that made your shadow appear stops with the doors opening.

Two taller bodies stop in front of you, their figures being similar. 

“(Y/N), what are you doing out here?” Sam asks.

Him and Dean look up and down at your body, seeing the hospital pants and shirt you’re wearing.

“I didn’t want to be at that place anymore, I can’t. They tell me when to go bed, when to take my meds! I-I just can’t be there anymore!” Tears sting your eyes.

The two wrap their arms around you, yourself relaxing in their warmth. They give each other worried looks.

Sam picks you up, your arms against in between his and yours chests and your legs loosely hanging by his hips.

He sits where he usually does in Baby, yourself still cradled in his arms. Dean puts your bag in the back seat before sitting behind the wheel to continue driving.

When Sam feels your body completely relax and your breathing has evened out, he softly says, “I’ve done more research. She’s stuc-”

“Don’t finish that sentence, Sammy, just don’t.” 

Dean looks at you, taking in the view of your sleeping face towards his way, half of your face pressed against Sam’s chest. 

It reminds him of when you were a baby. It was the only way to put you to sleep, when you had a nightmare, or when you or them just wanted cuddles.

The nightmares and cuddles thing still happens.

Putting his eyes back on the road, in the corner of his eyes, he sees Sam lean his head against yours. Dean releases his hand to curl his pinky with yours.

“Even though she’s gonna be like that for a while, we’re gonna help her along the way.”

Could you please write one based on the episode " french mistake" where Dean and Sam come to the real life and end up Meeting Jensen and jered's boyfriend( who is really young, like 20/21) and they get nervous because in supernatural world he is a evil angel that tried to kill they a lot of times, but end up loving him cuz the human him is lovely and caring and they even use the situation to get some cuddles and kisses? Thank you very much♥️

Yeah, I can write this ♥️

French Mistake

The brothers come crashing through the window, the crew watch them. They stand up and look back at the crew in confusion. 

“Alright, everybody, that’s a wrap.” Robert yells out before turning to the brothers. “Go get cleaned up, then go home to your boy.”

Sam and Dean both become more confused. 

Two people come along, guiding Sam and Dean to some chairs in front of mirrors.

A woman comes at Dean with a makeup pad, trying to rub it against his face, but fails as he moves away. “Woah, what are you doing?”

Two fingers swipe across his cheek, making him look at his brother with some makeup on his fingers.

Dean looks at his reflection, bringing his hand up to his opposite cheek. “Oh my God. I’m a painted whore.”

The two get cleaned before they walk outside to see Misha.

“Hey, Cas, do you know what’s going on?” Dean asks.

Misha questions back of what Dean means as he goes through some pieces of paper.

Dean snatches the papers out of the man’s hands to go through it. “It’s words of a script.” He takes a closer look. “Misha?” 

The brothers walk off to a car as someone had called out their ‘names’. “Misha? Jensen? What kinda of names are those?”

After being dropped off at their ‘home’, Sam opens the door to hear the TV going in the lounge.

Following the sound, they see (h/c) hair from the back rest of the couch.

Your Saint Bernard perks his head up to see who came in. Your head does the same.

A smile forms on your face.

Getting up from the couch, Sam and Dean take a step back, seeing that you’re the angel that tried to kill them several times.

“What?” They let you walk towards them to give them a peck on their lips.

“Uh, nothing.” Sam manages to get out.

You start to talk about the little adventures you and the dog had during the day as you cook them some food.

The brothers try to keep up with what you’re saying, but Sam is playing with Tony’s fur, for Dean, he’s just watching you move around with the smell of the food you’re cooking is hitting him in the face.

After minutes pass, the three of you are seated in the lounge, and Tony seated in between your legs, sniffing at your food. 

“Tony, you had your food.” You move your upper body forward to nudge your nose against his.

“Dude, I think I’m in love.” Dean says quietly to Sam.

“Yeah, with the food.”

“Nah.” Dean speaks out with his mouth full. He swallows before saying, “Well, yeah. But, he’s not the evil angel he is. I mean, we don’t even own a dog. And what was up with the whole set up thing back there? Plus, I’m a painted whore.”

“In general, you are a whore.”

Sam whines as he gets a punch to the shoulder.

“Jens, why’d you hit him?”

“He’s being a pain.”

You chuckle as you stand up, grabbing their plates and going to the kitchen to put them on the counter. You dish up bowls of pie and ice cream.

Coming back with the bowls, Dean immediately has a smile on his face, taking the bowl happily as Sam thanks you. 

“Hmmm.” Dean moans, mumbling away of how good the pie is. “Always loving the homemade pie as usual.”

“You made this?” Crumbs fall out of his mouth as he points the spoon to the food.

“Never let you watch me make it ‘cause I know that you’d try and steal a piece before Jared and I get any.”

Finishing up with the dessert and the dishes next to the plates from dinner, you’re seated in between the brothers to give them cuddles.

Sam has one of his hands buried in Tony’s fur as his other is intertwined with yours.

Minutes pass of watching what was on the TV and your head on Dean’s shoulder, you had fallen asleep.

“Totally not a evil angel.”

Supernatural Series Rewrite

Supernatural Rewrite Masterlist

Dean Winchester x Named Reader (eventually)

Series Warning: language violence, angst, fluff, sexual content, Gore, molestation, mention of sexual harassment, usual supernatural violence. (If you’re triggered by any of these then please don’t read)

(A/n- I had to give the reader a name, there’s reason behind it but you can change it if you want. I changed some of the plot and some of the scenes but mostly it’s the same. I do not own the supernatural series but there are some things that are completely my imagination, it has nothing to do with the actual mythology or the series)

Bloody Mary (part 2)

Season one. Episode Five.

Bloody Mary (Part 3)

"I was on the job for 35 years, detective for most of that. Now everybody packs it in with a few loose ends but the Mary Worthington murder.....that one still gets me." The detective said answering one of your many questions.

"What exactly happened?" Dean asked as you sat silently looking around the room and the three men.

"You guys said you were reporters?" The detective said.

"We know Mary was 19, lived by herself. We know she won a few local contests, dreamt of getting out of Indiana being an actress. And we know that at the night of March 29th, someone broke into her apartment and murdered her. Cut out her eyes with a knife." Sam said, obviously being the only one out of the 3 of you who actually read about the case. Usually you'd do it but your mind wasn't in the right place right now.

"See, sir, when we ask you what happened." Dean said confidently.

"Technically, I'm not supposed to have a copy of this." He said pulling out a folder from the cabinet, you watched as the brothers shared a look. He started going through the folder and finally stopping at a picture which you assume was Mary laying in the pool of her own blood.  "See that there? T-R-E?" He asked and you all nodded in incision. "I think Mary was trying to spell out the name of her killer." Detective suggested.

"You know who that was?" Sam asked.

"Not for sure. But there was a local man, a surgeon, Trevor Sampson." He said pulling out a picture of a man in tux. "And I think he cut her up good." 

"Now, why would he do something like that?" You opened your mouth for the first time since you guys arrived here.

"Her diary mentioned a man she was seeing. She called him by his initial, T. Well, her last entry, she was gonna tell T's wife about their affair."

"But how do you know it was Sampson who killed her?" Dean asked.

"It's hard to say. But the way her eyes were cut out, it was almost professional." Detective said with a glint of sadness in his eyes.

"But you could never prove it?" You said, wording out the guilt inside his head. "No, no prints, no witnesses. He was meticulous."

"Is he still alive?" Asked Dean.

"Nope......If you ask me, Mary spent her last living moments trying to expose this guys secret. But she never could."

"Where's she buried?" Sammy asked.

"She wasn't. She was cremated." He said and you almost rolled your eyes.

"What about that mirror? It's not in some evidence lock up, is it?" You asked.

"No. It was returned to Mary's family a long time ago."

"You have the names of her family by any chances?" Sam asked and luckily he gave you the name of Mary's brother.

On your drive back to Toledo Sam called Mr. Worthington to ask about the mirror. "Oh really? That's too bad, Mr. Worthington. I would have paid a lot for that mirror ok, well maybe next time. All right, thanks." Sam said hanging up the phone. "So?" You and Dean asked in incision as soon as he was off the phone. "So that was Mary's brother. The mirror was in the family for years, until he sold it, one week ago..To a store called Estate Antique. A store in Toledo."

"So wherever the mirror goes, that's where Mary goes?" You asked raising an eyebrow although you already knew the answer. "Her spirits definitely tied up with it somehow."

"Isn't there an odd superstition that says mirrors can capture spirit?" Dean asked. "Yeah there is. When someone would die in a house people would cover up the mirrors so the ghost wouldn't get trapped." You answered keeping your eyes on them the whole time.

"Mary dies and the mirror draws in her spirit." Dean said in conclusion.

"Yeah, but how could she move through 100 different mirrors." Sam wondered out loud.

"I don't know but if that mirror's a source. I say we find it and smash it." Dean replied to Sam's question.

"Yeah, I don't know. Maybe."

Sam's phone started ringing and he picked it up in the second ring. "Hello? Charlie?" He asked on the phone with concern. "Hey, hey, calm down. Just meet us at our motel and we'll be there soon. Just don't look at anything that shows reflections." He said hanging up and Dean speeded up.

"What's wrong?" You questioned as soon as he was off the phone.

"Someone said it again and now Mary's after her."

When you got to your motel you saw charlie waiting outside covering her eyes. "Hey, it's okay, we're here, let's get you inside." You led her into your room but she didn't stop shaking and didn't uncover her eyes. Sam and Dean covered every reflecting surface of the room while you sat besides her to comfort her. "Charlie, you can open your eyes now, it's okay, you're safe now. Now, listen, you're not gonna look at glass or anything that has reflection okay? And as long as you do that, she cannot get you." You soothing voice which Dean always referred as creepy.

"But I can't keep that up forever. I'm gonna die, aren't I?" She asked and you shook your head.

"No, you're not, not anytime soon." Sam said.

"Alright, Charlie, we need to know what happened." Dean asked, sitting on her other side.

"We were in the bathroom. Donna said it."

"That's not what we're talking about. Something happened didn't it....In your life? A secret, where someone got hurt. Can you tell us about it." Dean asked and more tears left her eyes.

"I had this boyfriend. I loved him. But he kind of scared me too, you know? And one night at his house...We got in a fight. Then I broke up with him and he got upset and he said he needed me and he loved me. And he said 'charlie, if you walk out that door right now I'm gonna kill myself.' And you know what I said? I said 'go ahead' and I left. How could I say that? How could I leave him like that? I just.. I didn't believe him, you know? I should have." she started sobbing again after finishing her story. You looked at her with sympathy. "Charlie it wasn't your fault." you said rubbing her back but she didn't accept it.

"We're gonna go take care of this thing ok? Don't look at anything reflective.” The three of you got in the impala and started to the antique shop.

"Alex was right you know. Her boyfriend killing himself, that's not Charlie's fault." Dean said from behind the wheel and his eyes met with yours through the rear view mirror but you quickly looked away breaking the eye contact.

"You know as well as I do....spirits don't exactly see shades of gray, Dean. Charlie had a secret, someone died. That's good enough for Mary." Sam said and once again your heart dropped at your stomach. All you could think about was your secret right now. You know it shouldn't be the first priority here but you couldn't help it. "you know I've been thinking.. It might not be enough to just smash that mirror." Sam said and it caught your attention, pulling you out of your trail of thoughts.

"Why, what do you mean?" Dean asked.

"Well Mary's hard to pin down, right? I mean she moves around from mirror to mirrors. Who's to say that she's not gonna just keep hiding in them forever? So maybe... We should try to pin her down.. You know, summon her to her mirror and then smash it." Sam said.

"Well how do you know that's gonna work?"

"I don't, well not for sure." Sam replied.

"Well, who's gonna summon her?" Dean asked and before Sam could answer you opened your mouth, "I will. She'll come after me for sure." you said and the brothers looked at you with similar frowns. "No. You won't." They replied in unison suddenly acting all protective.

"No I'll do it. She will definitely come after me." Sam said, sounding guilty.

"Alright. You know what? That's it." Dean said pulling the car to the side to have a conversation with both of you.

"This is about Jessica, isn't it?" He asked turning toward Sam. "you think that's your dirty little secret that you killed her somehow?" He asked but there was no answer from the younger man which only proved Dean right. "Sam, this is gotta stop, Man. I mean..the nightmares.. and-and calling her name out in the middle of the night, it's gonna kill you. Now listen to me. It wasn't your fault. If you wanna blame something then blame the thing that killed her. Or why don't you take a swing at me? I'm the one who dragged you away from her in the first place."

"I don't blame you. " Sam said.

"Well you shouldn't blame yourself. 'cause there's nothing you could have done." Dean said. You decided to stay quiet because you damn well know of you say a word the lecture will suddenly turn to you.

"I could've warned her." Sam said and you frowned.

"About what? You didn't know what was gonna happen." Dean said and Sam looked away from him you could swear to God he was hiding something from you guys. "And, besides, all of this isn't a secret. I mean we know all about it. It's not gonna work with Mary anyway."

"No you don't." you knew it! He was hiding something.

"we don't what?"

"you guys don't know all about it. I haven't told you everything."

"what are you talking about?"

"Well it wouldn't really be a secret if I told you, would it?" Sam said and Dean was taken aback for a second.

"No I don't like it. It's not gonna happen. Forget it."

"He doesn't have to do it. I'll do it." you chipped in.

"No you won't. None of you gonna summon her. And seriously Alex, what is wrong? You have nightmares all the time, you barely sleep and when you do, you cry in your sleep." He snapped and you gave him a look. "yeah I hear it. Every night. I don't say anything because I want to give you your space. I know we don't know a lot about you but we know you enough and you will never hurt anyone intentionally. So whatever it Is, it's not your fault. So none of you are gonna do it. " He said and you felt a tear slid down your right cheek. 'only if you knew, Dean. Only if you knew you wouldn't think so highly about me.'

"You have no idea." you said in a small voice. His words only made you feel more guilty. How are you ever gonna tell him. And if they ever find out, they'll hate you. "Dean, that girl back there is gonna die. And you know what? Who knows how many more people are gonna die after that unless one of us do it." you said.

"And it's not gonna be you." Sam said turning slightly toward you. "Sam...... Please don't fight me on this one." you said and he sighed. "fine. We'll do it together. Maybe she'll get confused about who to kill first and we'll have a little more time in our hands." Sam said and you nodded agreeing with his plan then both turn to Dean. "Dean, you've gotta let us do this." you said in a very soft voice and he say silently for a few secs he nodded his head.

"But I don't like it, I don't like it at all." he whispered before turning on the car and driving toward the Antique store.

You were kneeling down in front the door of the antique store with your lock pick in your hand. You were successful in your third try. You opened the door and got inside, followed by the Winchesters.

There were way too many mirrors in that shop. It made spotting Mary's mirror even harder for you. "Well, that's just great." Dean commented sarcastically. He pulled out the picture, showing us the mirror in front of which Mary died. "Alright start looking." He said and Sam started walking deeper into the store. You turned to follow him but Dean grabbed your wrist pulling you closer to him, looking deep in your eyes he said. "Are you sure about this?" you nodded. "I don't like you doing this. At All." he confessed.

"I don't like it either but we don't have another choice." you said and this time he nodded.

"But when this is over, you're gonna tell me everything. No more secrets."

"Somethings are better off as secrets, Dean. Please promise me you won't ask me about it." you said and he looked away. "Dean, please." you cupped his face making him look at you.

"Fine I promise." He said and you don't know if you feel relieved or even more guilty. "let's just get this over with." He said pressing his lips to your forehead briefly. As in queue Sam called out. "Found it." and the two of you walked to where he was. He was standing in front of the mirror shining his torch on it. Dean opened the picture to confirm it was the same mirror. "that's it."

"you sure about this?" he asked Sam. He sighed and the 3 of you walked in front of it together.

"Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary." you both said in unison. Sam grabbed your hand with one of his and with the other he raised his crowbar. "Bloody Mary." you finished, squeezing his hand tightly.

A light shined through the shop from the window and we looked toward it. "I'll go check that out. You guys stay here. Be careful." he handed you his crowbar and started walking out. "smash anything that moves." He said and you nodded.

You heard a breath and turned toward one of the mirror. You saw a feminine figure standing in the mirror and took no time to smash it. You heard Sam smashing another one. "come on, come into this one." you said turning toward the main mirror. You frowned when you saw your own reflection smiling creepily at you. You heard a cry of pain and turned to Sam to see him bleeding through his eyes. You took a step toward him but stopped when your own eyes started burning. You could feel the warm liquid coming out of them. "it's your fault." your reflection said as the crowbar fell from your hand. "you killed him and you killed her too." you heard yourself in the mirror. From the corner of your eyes you saw as Sam fell on his knees clutching his chest. "Sam" before you could take another step there was a sharp pain in your head and your whole body. Sam was looking at the mirror but you couldn't see what he was seeing. "They told her. Everyone told her you were a monster but she never listened to them. They told her to kill you but she didn't listen to any of them and this is how you repay her. You killed them." you groaned, crawling toward Sam. "Sammy, Sammy don't listen to it. We can do this." you said grabbing the crowbar he dropped but before you could do something Dean ran by you and smashed it.

"Sammy! Sammy!" Dean said kneeling down in front of you guys and grabbing his face. "it's Sam."

"God, are you guys okay?" He said turning to you and taking your face in his hand and Wiping the blood from your face but you were pretty sure he just smeared it even more. "uh, yeah."

"come on. Come on." he tried helping you to stand up. "I'm fine help him." you told him and he did what you said and helped Sam to get to get up as you got as yourself.

He put one of his hand over his shoulder and the three of you started walking out. You were limping behind the Winchesters when you suddenly heard clinking of glass and heavy gasps behind you. You guys turned around to see that bloody Mary has crawled out of the mirror.

It only took a second for Dean to grab you and pull you behind him but it didn't help any of you. The three of you fell to the ground, groaning in pain as she walked toward you. More blood came out of your eyes.

You saw as Dean grabbed a mirror from beside him and held it against Mary. She stopped in her track and started looking at her reflection. "you killed them!" you heard a deep gruff voice. "All those people! You killed them." It repeated you saw as she melted in a puddle of blood right in front of you. Dean threw the mirror down, shattering it.

"Guys." you groaned out

"yeah?" Sam asked.

"That's gotta be like, what, 600 years of bad luck?" you said looking at all the broken mirrors, making both of em chuckle.

As you got up and walked out of the store Sam took no time in getting inside the impala and crashing down.

"Alex." Dean said before you could get inside as well, making you turn around and face him. He just stood there staring at your face. "what-" before you could finish your sentence he grabbed you by the waist and smashed his lips on yours. You were taken aback at the first but then kissed him back with the same force. You pulled away panting heavily. "what was that for?" you asked opening your eyes and looking at him.

"I'm really happy to see you alive." he said. "I'm really happy to see you alive too." you said, grabbing his collar and pulling him down for one more kiss.

The next morning Dean pulled up in front of Charlie's house to drop her off.

"so this is really over?" Charlie said looking at the three of you. "yeah, it's over." Dean said.

"Thanks you." she smiled at him and then got out of the car and started walking toward her house "Charlie? " Sam called out to her and she turned around. "your boyfriend's death... You really should try to forgive yourself. No matter what you did... You probably couldn't have stopped it. Sometimes bad things just happens." Sam said and she went inside her home giving him a slight nod.

"that's good advice." Dean said pulling out the car from the driveway. His eyes met with yours through the rear view, making you blush and him smirk. He winked at you and you rolled your eyes but you couldn't hide the big smile on your face.

"I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up before you guys decide to do anything stupid again." you said making a pillow from your jacket and lied down in hopes that maybe just maybe you could take a nap without any nightmares.

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(A/n:- HEY GUYSSS.... I know it's been so long. I said I would post soon and then I betrayed you. I actually got into this minor accident, broke my right wrist (talk about my luck.) and my right leg. It was just hairline fracture. They took of the cast a couple days ago but my wrist was soo stiff because of the plaster that I couldn't type. But I'm completely OK now and I can type again. Although not continuously, I have to keep taking break. I really hope you guys forgive me. I LOVE YOU ALL.

And also. I lost my tag list so any of you who want to be tagged in the series just ask. I know I can go and peak at the old chapter but I wanna make a fresh tag list (don't know if that's even a thing.) but whatever just let me know...

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Supernatural Series Rewrite

Supernatural Rewrites Masterlist

Dean Winchester x named reader

Series Warning: language violence, angst, fluff, sexual content, Gore, molestation, mention of sexual harassment, usual supernatural violence. (If you’re triggered by any of these then please don’t read)

(A/n- I had to give the reader a name, there’s reason behind it but you can change it if you want. I changed some of the plot and some of the scenes but mostly it’s the same. I do not own the supernatural series but there are some things that are completely my imagination, it has nothing to do with the actual mythology or the series)

Bloody Mary (part 3)

Season One. Episode Six.

Skin (Part 1)

Dean pulled up to an crappy gas station and turned off the engine. "Alright, I figured we'd hit Tucumcari by lunch. Then head south, hit Bisbee by midnight." He started telling the plan for the week now that you guys don't have any case. "Sam wears woman's underwear." Dean continues when he noticed that Sam wasn't paying attention, this made you chuckle.

"I've been listening, I'm just busy." Sam replied while doing something on his palm pilot.

"Busy doing what?" Dean asked as he got out of the car and you did the same to stretch your legs out. You've been sitting in that back seat for an awful long time. "Reading emails." Sam replied. "emails from who?" Dean asked as he walked around the car to the other side. "from my friends at Stanford." he said and you rolled your eyes. Of course he had friends in Stanford other than Jessica, he wasn't a freak like you.

"You kidding? You still keep in touch with your college buddies?" Dean scoffed and started filling gas in the car.

"why not?" Sam asked.

"Well..... What exactly do you tell 'em? You know, about where you've been, what you been doing?" He asked leaning against the car beside you and looking at Sam through the window.

"I tell 'em I'm on a road trip with my big brother and Alex. I tell 'em I needed some time off after Jess."

"well, so you lie to them." Dean commented.

"No. I just don't tell them everything."

"yeah. Th-that's called lying, Sam." you chipped in. "Hey, I get it. Telling them the truth is far worse." said Dean.

"So what am I supposed to do? Just cut everybody out of my life?" Sam asked and Dean shrugged. "you're serious?"

"Look, it sucks. But a job like this, you can't get close to people, period." Dean said.

"you're kind of antisocial. You know that?"

"Dean's kinda right, Sam. I mean, look at me, I don't talk to anyone from college." you said.

"That's because you didn't have any friends in college beside Jessica." he said making you gasp slightly.

"That's so not true. I had friends." you made a weak attempt at defending yourself.

"oh really, name one of your 'friends'." he said giving you a challenging look. You looked at Dean who was looking at you with an raised eyebrow.

"There was..... Umm... There was that guy, in the Halloween party. Oh and there was Toby."

"what? Toby wasn't your friend, you broke his face." he scoffed.

"ya, because I considered him a really close friend."

"oh yeah?...what was his full name?"

"ummm.... Maguire?" you asked making both of them laugh. "yeah whatever. I didn't have any friends. You were the cool guy." you said crossing your arms over your chest and rolling your eyes.

Dean wrapped his one arm around you when he saw Sam wasn't noticing. "Don't listen to him, you're awesome and anyone would die to have a friend like you." He whispered making you chuckle. "I know." you whispered back. You grabbed his collar and pulled him down for a kiss but before his lips could meet yours you heard Sam gasp "God."

"what?" Dean asked leaning down to his window you rolled your eyes and muttered "Cockblocker."

You have no idea what you and Dean actually are, but you guys have been doing weird couply things for a week now, like holding hands under the table, sneaking kisses when Sam doesn't look, But you haven't gone farther than those kisses. Everytime you guys try to make out something interrupts, and that 'something' is mostly the younger Winchester.

"uh, this email from this girl, Rebecca, one of those friends of mine." Sam said.

"is she hot?" Dean asked and you hit him from the behind.

"I went to school with her and her brother Zach. She says Zach's been charged with murder. He's been arrested for killing his girlfriend. Rebecca says he didn't do it. But sounds like the cops have a pretty good case." Sam explained and you leaned down beside Dean to listen closely.

"Dude, what kind of people are you hanging out with? "

"No, man. I know Zach. He's no killer."

"Well, maybe you know Zach as well as he knows you." you said standing up straight.

"They're in St. Louis. We're going." Sam said making your eyes wide a little.

"Look, I'm sorry about your buddy but this does not sound like our kind of problem." Dean said with a slight chuckle.

"it is our problem. They're my friends." Sam argued.

"St. Louis is 400 miles behind us, Sam." Dean said.

"He's right, Dean. We could at least check it out." you said and he turned around with a raised eyebrow. "come on. I would hate it if there's any chance that we can help and we don't." you said giving him the puppy eyes. He sighed and said "Fine, get in." before getting in the driver seat and slamming the door.

Dean turned the so fast that you almost fell off the back seat. "Jeez." you said. Six hours of ride and Dean kept glaring at you through the rear view mirror.

Dean finally pulled up in front of the address. It was a nice little house. You guys walked up to the front porch and Sam knocked on the door. A blond girl opened up and you squinted your eyes trying to remember her.

She looked a little enthusiastic when she saw Sam. "oh my god, Sam."

"well, if it isn't little Becky." Sam said. You looked up at Dean and saw he couldn't take his eyes off of 'little Becky.'

"you know what you can do with that 'little Becky' crap." She said and pulled Sam in for a hug. Although as soon as her eyes fell on you her smile faded, turning into a fake one clearly filled with disgust.

"Alex. You're here too." She said pulling away from Sam.

"yeah. And you know me." you gave her a even faker smile than hers.

"oh we met at the fresher's party. Remember?" She said and you faked remembering it.

"oh yeah, I do." you quickly turned to Dean and mouthed "I don't." It was getting a little awkward between the two of you so Sam spoke up. "I got your email."

"I didn't think that you would come here."

"Dean, older brother." Dean said introducing himself. "Hi." She said.

"we are here to help. Whatever we can do." Sam said. "come in." She stepped aside and letting you guys in.

"Nice place." Dean commented as you guys got further inside.

"It's my parent's. I was just crashing here for the weekend when everything happened. I decided to take the semester off. I'm gonna stay until Zach's free. She said as she led you guys inside.

"where are your folks? " Sam asked.

"They live in Paris for half the year. So they are on their way home now for the trial." She said as you guys stopped at the living area.

"You guys want a beer?" before anyone could say anything she said again. "oh, sorry. I forgot you're under aged." She said looking at you. "I still have no idea how you got into Stanford." she clearly hated you and you had no idea why. "No we're fine." Sam chipped in once more to save everyone from the awkwardness. "so tell us what happened?"

"well, um, Zach, he came home and he found Emily tied to a chair. And she was beaten up and bloody and she wasn't breathing and so he- he called 911. And the police, they showed up and arrested him. But the thing is the only way that Zach could have killed Emily is if he was in two places at the same time. The police they have a video. Its from the security tape from across the street. And it shows Zach coming home at 10:30. Now, Emily was killed just after that. But I swear, he was here with me having a few beers at least after mid night." Rebecca explained the whole situation to the three of you.

"You know, maybe we could see the crime scene, Zach's house." Sam said. "we could?" you asked raising an eyebrow.

"Why? I mean what could you do?" Rebecca asked Sam.

"well, me, not so much but Dean's a cop." Sam said making you chuckle slightly.

"A detective actually." Dean corrected, obviously trying to impress the blonde.

"Really? Where?" She asked.

"Bisbee, Arizona. But I'm off duty now." Dean said.

"you guys, it's so nice to offer, but I just, I don't know." Rebecca said looking unsure about the whole situation.

"Beck, look. I know Zach didn't do this. Now we have to find a way to prove that he's innocent." Sam said softly trying to convince her.

"okay, I'm gonna go get the key." Rebecca said walking away to get the keys.

Dean walked around Sam to where Rebecca was standing before, whistling. "oh, yeah man. You're a real straight shooter with your friends." Dean said making you roll your eyes. If you didn't hate her enough, you sure do now.

"Look Zach and Becky need our help-" Sam started but Dean cut him off.

"I just don't think this is our kind of problem." Dean said.

"No I think it is. I mean the guy was 2 places at once? We've looked into less." you said, finally making the older Winchester see the point.

Dean stopped the car in front of Zach's house. "you're sure this is okay?" Rebecca asked as the four of you got out of the car. "ya, I'm an officer of the law." Dean said as you ducked under the yellow tape and got inside Zach's house followed by Sam. "Beck, you wanna wait outside?" Sam asked when he saw Rebecca hesitating to come in. "No, I wanna help." She said and got inside as well. There was blood splattered everywhere. You saw a picture frame of Zach And who you assume, his girlfriend.

"Tell us what else the police said." you questioned forgetting for a second that she hates your guts for some reason.

"Well, that there was no sign of a break in. They say that Emily let her attacker in. And the lawyers, they're already talking about a plea bargain." She said, maybe also forgetting that she hated you. Rebecca Started sobbing again as she looked around at all the blood and you felt bad for her. "look, Beck... If Zach didn't do this it means someone else did. Any idea who? " Sam asked and she shook her head but then she seemed to o remember something. "um there was something. About a week before, someone broke in here. They stole some clothes, zach's clothes. And the police they don't think it's anything. We were not that far from downtown. I mean sometimes people just get robbed." Rebecca said as you looked around the house for any sort of evidence.

A dog started barking and it became louder as Dean opened the door and looked out through the crack. You walked over to look over his shoulder. His barking became louder as he saw you guys. "You know that used to be the sweetest dog." Rebecca said coming up to you and Dean. "What happened?" He asked. "He just changed."

"You remember when he changed?" you asked.

“I guess around the time of the murder." She answered and you rolled your eyes, as if it wasn't enough weird already. You turn and walked over to Sam who was looking at a picture of him with Rebecca and Zach over the fridge.

"So the neighbour's dog went psycho right around the time Zach's girlfriend was killed." You said informing the younger Winchester about the new information you learnt.

"Animals can have a sharp sense of paranormal." Sam replied.

"Yes, maybe Fido saw something." Dean said as he walked over to where you and his younger brother were having an conversation. You turned with the small smirk and asked, "So you think maybe this is our kind of problem?"

"Nah, Probably not, but we should look at the security tape to make sure." He replied and you and Sam shared a look. "yeah." Sam agreed with a slight smirk That matched yours.

Dean turned to talk to Rebecca as she started her way toward you three." So the tape, the, uh, security footage? Think your lawyers could get their hands on it? I don't have that kind of jurisdiction."

"I've already got it." She said and you raised an eyebrow. I didn't wanna say anything in front of the cop. I um, I stole it off the lawyer's desk. I just had to see it for myself." She added and you have to say it impressed you a little.

"Alright." Dean said and gestured for her to lead the way. You stared at the picture of Rebecca and Zach with Sam for a few seconds before following the boys out of the house.

"Here he comes." She said as all of you sat in her living room looking at the security footage that was mentioned before. Dean was sitting next to Rebecca on the sofa and you were standing next to Sam.

"22:04, that's just after 10:00. You said time of death was about 10:30." said Dean, looking at the blonde sitting beside him.

"our lawyers hired some kind of video expert. He says the tapes authentic. It wasn't tampered with." Rebecca said as you watched the tape closely. You saw as Zach, or at least who was supposed to be Zach walked around and as soon as he looked at the camera you saw a weird glow in his eyes, just for a split second. You looked at Sam to realize he noticed it too because he gave you the look that you were about to give him.

"Hey, Beck, Can we take those beers now?" Sam said turning toward the blond. "oh sure." she said walking towards kitchen. “Hey, uh, maybe sandwiches too." Sam added when he realised this might take a little more time to discuss. She laughed and said "what do you think this is, Hooters?"

Dean laughed at the terrible joke and mumbled "I wish." which made you roll your eyes. "What is it?" He asked and walked over to you and Sam.

"Check this out." Sam said rewinding the tape and then playing it on slow motion to show Dean.

"Maybe it's just a camera flare." Dean said

"That's not like any camera flare I've ever seen. You know a lot of cultures believe a photograph can catch a glimpse of soul. Remember that dog that was freaking out? Maybe he saw this thing maybe, this is some kind of dark double of Zach's something that looks like him but isn't him?" You explained your theory to the boys but more to Dean.

"Like a doppelganger?" He asked.

"yeah. That'd sure explain how he was two places at once." Sam said and with that Rebecca walked out balancing three sandwiches and two beers in both of her hands. "I didn't know if I should give you a beer in front of a cop." She said looking at you and then at Dean.

"it's ok. I wasn't really in the mood either." you said taking a bite out of the sandwich she handed you.

Dean pulled infront of a Motel and you guys walked towards the front desk. You started hoping that you guys wouldn't find two different rooms so you could get an excuse to share a bed with Dean but when the hell was your luck ever on your side, of course, there are two different rooms available.

You could always just ask him to sneak into your room But you definitely weren't going to admit it out loud to him that you wanted to share bed with him, That will only boost his ego. So without any complain you grabbed your duffel bag and took the key from Sam and made your way to room number 11. It was one in the farthest corner And you noticed there were three more rooms between yours and the boy's which made you scowl even more.

You got inside the room and locked it behind you. You quickly freshen up and changed into something comfortable, a shirt of Sam you stole a while ago and pyjama pants. Normally you would do some research instead of going to bed but today you just weren't in the mood so you got inside the sheets of the motel bed which smelled like some really rough detergent.

You didn't dare closing your eyes, already knowing what was coming for you in your dreams so you just lied there awake staring at the ceiling. After what felt like an hour but a few minutes at the same time you heard a series of soft knocking on the door of your motel room.

You huffed and got up from your bed annoyed that someone would dare to disturb you at this time. "What?" you yelled you open the door, but regretted it as soon as you a pair of green eyes staring at you innocently and not just any pair of eyes, your favourite ones.

"I'm sorry, is this a bad time?" He asked not wanting to invade your privacy.

"No, No, it's fine, get in." You quickly poked your head out and looked around to see if Sam was somewhere in sight. "so?" You said turning to look at Dean who was now standing in front of your bed.

"I was really hoping we could share a bed tonight." He confessed making a smile.

"Really? Me too." You finally admitted knowing there was no point of hiding it now.

"Then maybe we could share a bed tonight." He suggested with a shrug.

"wouldn't Sam be suspicious?" you asked taking a step closer.

"No, He'll think I'm hooking up with some girl." He said.

"Well, aren't you?" You asked taking your final step and standing right in front of him.

"Nope, you are not just 'some girl'." He answered wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you even more closer. Not just physically, the more you stared at those Apple green eyes the more you found Your soul being pulled to him and as cliche as it sounds you are practically lost in him.

That's when you realised your lips were almost touching. You made the final move pushing yourself on your tippy toes pressing your lips to his. He started kissing back immediately like he was waiting for you to do this the entire day. You both fell back on the bed the kiss not breaking even for a second.

You don't even know when you guys fell asleep in each other's arms. But what you do know is not even a single Nightmare there to come home to that night.

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Supernatural Series Rewrite

Supernatural Rewrite Masterlist

Dean Winchester x named reader

Series Warning: language violence, angst, fluff, sexual content, Gore, molestation, mention of sexual harassment, usual supernatural violence. (If you’re triggered by any of these then please don’t read)

Chapter Warning: Sad reader, a little bit of angst, confused reader, mention of past assaults, FLOOF, making out.

(A/n- I had to give the reader a name, there’s reason behind it but you can change it if you want. I changed some of the plot and some of the scenes but mostly it’s the same. I do not own the supernatural series but there are some things that are completely my imagination, it has nothing to do with the actual mythology or the series.)

Skin (Part 3)

Season One. Episode Seven.

Hook Man (Part 1)

You walked over to Dean handling three coffees in your hands. Dean was sitting with Sam’s laptop in front of him, Sam was over the phone booth talking to someone. You were glad that the cafe had tables out in the open, You definitely needed some fresh air right now. You sat down on the chair beside him, Dean took advantage of Sam not looking at you guys and kissed you for a brief second. You smiled into the kiss but pulled away quickly.

“What ya got?” You asked sipping your sweet coffee.

“Wait for Sam.” He replied.

You bit your lips and said “Hey, by the way about last night.” You were so hoping you wouldn’t have to bring it up but you knew had to at some point.

Flashback

You walked out of the bathroom in your panties and your t-shirt when you heard a knock on your motel room door. A big smile crept on your face as you already knew who it was.

“Hey.” You said with a jaw hurting grin as you opened up the door. His bright green eyes looked down at your face with a smile that match yours.

“God, I missed you.” He said walking inside your room and kissing you sweetly, You giggled against his lips. 

“You just saw me a few hours ago.” You said and led him to the bed. He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled you between his legs. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his around your waist as he looked up at you. You were stroking the back of his neck, playing with the little hairs there. He pressed his lips to your abdomen before looking back up at you and saying

“Have I ever told you how gorgeous you are?” He asked playfully, making you blush. He looks so handsome with that little smirk of his, where he shows his teeth and dimples. Sometimes you wonder how’d you become so lucky.

“Only a couple hundred times, although I do think that you exaggerate a little.” 

“No I don’t. But I do think that god exaggerated a bit when he made you. No one should be allowed to look that beautiful.” 

“Here you go again.” You giggled. He always made you feel like you were the only girl in this world.

“No seriously. Why don’t you believe me?” He said as he cupped the back of you bare thighs and pulled you in so you were straddling him, your knees on each side of his hips.

“Is this okay?” He asked, making sure you are not uncomfortable in this position. 

“It’s perfect.” with that you smashed your lips on his. At first it was very sweet and slow and then it got heated.

He ran his tongue on your lower lip  and you granted him access. His hand ran all over your body over your t-shirt. You pushed his jacket down his shoulder and threw it somewhere in the room, not breaking the kiss. The next was his t shirt which followed the jacket. You pulled away for a second, admiring his bare chest.  

You bit your lips as your hands roamed his bare body. He was so sexy, you were pretty sure you were soaking your panties. 

“You’re so handsome, Dean.” You leaned forward and started kissing across his chest. You trailed kisses up to his neck. He let out a moan when you ran your warm tongue on the spot just bellow his ear. You smirked as you figured out that must be his soft spot. You kept kissing and sucking there for a few second, you loved the impact you had on him. How he was so tough around everyone but as soon as you are alone with him he turns putty in your hand just by a little gesture.

You giggled as he squeezed your hips hard. You could feel his jeans tightening beneath you. “Someone’s excited.” You commented with a smirk as you looked down at his boner.

“Can you blame me?” he asked and you shook your head before kissing him again. This kiss was even more passionate. You held the bottom of your t shirt and and pulled it over your body.

He sucked in a sharp breath when he saw the black lace covering your chest. You let out a moan as he leaned forward and trailed kisses down the valley of your breast. You hand went to his hair, pushing his head closer to your breast.

He captured your lips again before turning you both around quickly so you were underneath him. A small laugh escaped you at his sudden moment. His right hand which was not holding him up traveled up your thigh an as soon as it touched your covered core you subconsciously pushed him away. It brought back flashbacks.

The push was so hard that he almost fell of the bed.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry.” You apologized crawling up to him. “I don’t know what came over me, I’m so sorry.......I thought.....I thought it was someone else.” 

“Hey, hey, its OK. We’re not gonna do anything until you’re completely comfortable OK.” He said cupping your face.

“I was just..” 

“Shhh...you don’t have to explain anything. Just go to sleep OK? I’ll be in our room.”

“No.....sleep here. Please. I sleep better when you are beside me.”

Then the two of you went to sleep in each others arms

End of flashback.

“Hey, I told you, you don’t have to explain anything.” He said putting his hand over yours.

“No, I need you to know this....I do not feel uncomfortable with you, not at all. I promise. Its just what happened back in...”

“St. Louise?”

“Yeah, and I swear I knew that thing wasn’t you..”

“But it had my face.” He completed your sentence again. “I get it, Alex. I really do. And we will not do anything unless you are hundred percent sure about it OK?” You didn’t tell him that the shifter brought back memories, bad memories that you were trying so hard to bury in the back of your head. You smiled and kissed the back of his hand right before Sam turned around and started walking toward you guys. You withdraw your hands from Dean’s grip and took another sip of your coffee.

“Your half-caff double vanilla latte is getting cold over here, Francis.” Dean said to his brother trying to lighten up the mood.

“Bite me.” Sam replied as he sat on the chair beside you.

“So anything?” You asked curiously.

“I had them check the FBI’s missing-person data-bank. No John does fitting that description. I even ran his plates for traffic violations.” Sam said, he sounded pissed off.

“Sam, I’m telling you, I don’t think dad wants to be found. Check this out. News out of plains courier Ankeny, Iowa something about 100 miles from here.” Dean said turning the laptop toward you and Sam. Thank god Dean got a case you were itching to hunt something.

“Mutilated body was found near the victim’s car parked on 9 mile road.” You read the news from laptop.

“Keep reading.” Dean said.

“Authorities are unable to provide a realistic description of the killer. The sole eyewitness, whose name has been withheld is quoted as saying that the attacker was invisible.” You read out. It could be anything, maybe the witness knew the killer and is trying to protect ‘em or maybe they’re too freaked out.

“Could be something interesting.” Dean said.

“Or could be nothing at all. One freaked out witness who didn’t see anything does’t mean its the invisible man.” Sam said and you nodded your head agreeing with him.

“But what if it is? Dad would check it out.” You shook your head at Dean, you and him both knew that would get Sam. So before you knew it the three of you were sitting in the impala as Dean drove toward the frat house the victim lived in.

As soon as Dean pulled in front of the frat house you groaned. “Why are we here again?” You asked looking at Dean through rear view. 

“The victim lived here.” Dean replied.

“You guys go in I’m sitting in the car.”

“Come on, Alex. Don’t leave me alone with this guy.” Sam groaned.

“Sam, its a frat house, I’m not in the mood of dealing with a bunch of horny college boys.”  You said and Sam pouted but understood your reason. You sat and watched the brothers as they make their way toward the boys. They stopped working on the car and one of them rolled out from under the car. You couldn’t hear what they were talking about but it was sure as hell interesting to watch.

Sam looked back at you with pleading eyes and you sighed before getting out of the Impala. You were getting bored anyway.

“Hey, babe.” You said as you walked over to him and Sam smiled, you intertwined your fingers with his. “I’m Alex, Sam’s girlfriend.” You said and Dean raised his eyebrow at you. You had no intention of making Dean jealous or anything, its just that Sam was closer to your age so it seemed more believable.

All of their eyes were on you as you smiled brightly like a dumb person. “You know girls can’t live here right?” The one with the glasses said with a slight frown. He seemed unaffected by your charm which surprised you a little.

“Oh yeah I know, I’m gonna live at the sorority house, I was just accompanying them. But I’m not gonna lie, I’m gonna be here a lot.” You said keeping your face on the one wearing red jacket. He was staring at you like he has never seen a girl before.

“You guys can get in.” He said instantly earning a eye roll from Dean. 

“What are you doing?” The one with glasses scolded him.

“What are you doing? She’s crazy hot.” He whispered to his friend then smiled at you before leading the three of you inside.

“That’s gonna be your room.” He pointed at a door which said purple man. A guy was standing in front of the mirror painting himself purple. Dean knocked on the door and he turned around.

“Who are you?” He asked.

“We’re your new roommates.” Dean replied as he got in the room

“Can you do me a favor? Get my back? Big game today.” The purple guy said as he painted his own stomach. Dean pointed to Sam and said, “He’s the artist, the things he can do with a brush.” Sam glared at Dean but took the brush anyway to help him, aww what a good guy. That was the first time he noticed you and his eyes widen. He covered both of his nipples with his hands and said “What is she doing here? Girls are not allowed.” He asked the brothers. You scoffed at his bad attempt of covering himself and walked to the couch to sit beside Dean.

“Don’t worry she’s not gonna stay here, she’s my girlfriend. She was just helping us look for the frat house.” Sam said and you didn’t miss the way Dean glared at his brother.

“She’s your girlfriend?” He asked and Sam nodded. “By choice?” He asked again, earning a glare from Sam and a chuckle from Dean. “She’s way out of your league, man.” He stated bluntly before turning your back on him. Sam kept glaring at him but painted his back anyway. 

“That’s what I keep telling him...... Anyway, Merf, is it true?” Dean asked grabbing a magazine from table.

“We heard one of the guys around here got killed last week.” Dean said like it was a normal thing. The look on purple guy’s face suddenly changed to a more serious one. 

“Yeah.” He replied softly. 

“What happened?” Sam asked.

“They’re saying some psycho with a knife, Maybe a drifter passing through, Rich was a good guy.” He said.

“Rich was with somebody?” You asked this time.

“Not just somebody, Lori Sorenson.” He said like it was a very big deal and you raised an eyebrow.

“Who’s Lori Sorenson?..... You missed a spot down in the back.” Dean said the last part to Sam, earning a glare from him as you tried to hide your smile at your boyfriend’s antiques.

“Lori’s a freshman, she’s a local.... Super hot...and get this she’s the reverend’s daughter.” He said and the last part peeked your interest. 

“You wouldn’t happen to know which church would ya?” You asked and he told you the church’s name.

In less than ten minutes the three of you were in front of the church. “Its been too long since I’ve been to a church....Is god gonna repel me?” You wondered out loud making Sam chuckle. “God doesn’t repel anyone, Alex.” 

“You do’t know. I’m one of his unfavourites.” You tried to joke as you made your way to the front gate but it only made both of them frown.

“What made you say that, sweetheart?” Dean asked as they walked up to you. 

“Nothing. I’m stupid, please ignore me.” You said opening the door, as soon as you stepped inside you felt a weird energy wave past you. Like something was trying to push you out, like something was actually repelling you. You try to shrug it off but as you got further inside the feeling got stronger.

As Sam got inside after you and Dean the door slammed loudly behind him making the whole church to look back at the three of you. You and Dean turned to glare at the culprit who looked at you and whispered ‘sorry.’

Your eyes kept looking around the church and it fell on a girl sitting on the front bench and you assumed it was Lori. The reverend kept speaking. As the three of you sat on a bench the feeling got even stronger. You couldn’t shake it off anymore. It was like something strong was squeezing your lungs, telling you to get out of here with its action.

Sam nudged you once everyone started praying but your eyes were focused on the reverend, the way he looked at you, like he knew something was wrong with you. “What happened?” Sam asked and you shook your head and whispered “I’ll meet you guys outside.” You got up and rushed out of the church.

The boys looked at you as you left and then at each other with a frown. “What’s wrong?” asked Dean and Sam just shrugged. 

As soon as you came out of the church the feeling went away. “What was that?” You asked to no one in particular. It has happened to you before but it wasn’t that strong back then. You rarely ever go to church but when you do this happens. It just never had happen this strongly before. You use to shrug it off as nausea, but what happened in there it was definitely not just nausea. Something was definitely trying to repel you.

“What is wrong with me?” You whispered to yourself 

Less than five minutes later the church door opened and people started coming out. You smiled as you saw the brothers walking out as well. As soon as they saw you they walked over to you.

“Hey, what happened in there?” Dean asked with a concerned look on his face.

“Nothing, I just don’t do very well with prayers.” You joked with a half ass chuckle neither of them were laughing. “Hey, I think that’s Lori. We should talk to her.” You said changing the subject pointing toward the girl who was sitting in the church. You walked over to before either of them could say anything. 

“Hey, you’re Lori?” You asked and she turned around with a smile. “Ya.” 

“My name is Alex, these are my friends Sam and Dean.” You said pointing at the brothers who were right behind you. “We just transferred here to the university.” You added.

“I saw you inside.” She nodded her head and you let the boys do the rest of the talking.

“We don’t wanna to say how sorry we were.” Dean said.

“I kinda know what you’re going through.” while they were talking your eyes fell over to reverend. He was looking at you like he was trying to figure you out as he talked to some other people. Even though there was a smile on his face the look in his eyes was mocking you. 

You looked down at your feet, almost as if you were ashamed for invading the the church.The reverend walked over to the four of you, his eyes never leaving you.

“Hey, Dad. This is Alex, Sam and, Dean. They’re new students.” Lori introduced the three of you to her father and that was the only time his eyes left you.

“Pleasure to meet you, sir, I must say that was an inspiring ceremony.” Dean said and shook the reverends hands. He smiled at both the boys and didn’t look at you.

“Thank you very much, its so nice to find young people who are open to the Lord’s message.”

“Listen, we are new in town actually.” Dean said grabbing your hand and gesturing the reverend to walk with him, obviously trying to give Sam some time to talk to Lori alone. “We are looking for a church crew.”

You were completely lost in your own thoughts as Dean talked to the reverend. 

“Thank you so much, sir.” Dean said and nudged your side and you nodded at the reverend with a smile. As the two of you turned to walk back to the car the reverend spoke up again, “Alex, that’s your name right? Can I talk to you for a minute?”

”Yeah sure. Dean, go ahead I’ll meet you by the car.” You told your boyfriend and he walked away after giving you a assuring smile.

“Yes, sir?” You asked politely as you turned back to Mr. Sorenson. 

“Back there at the, you were struggling with something, and then you ran out.” 

“Oh that was nothing, I was getting a little nauseated.” You answered with a smile.

“Hmm.... You know I have a friend, he’s a priest. He say’s that every negative power weakens as they enter the holy ground of a church, they are positive power. And some would even say.....’they feel nauseated’.” He said and you looked at him with a slight shocked look on your face. What was he trying to say exactly?

“I’m sorry, what is that supposed to mean?” You asked, the smile washed away from your face.

“Why don’t you ask yourself?” He asked.

“You know what, sir? I think you skipped science class in high school. According to science opposites attract.” You said, a little bit angry at him for being so blunt even though you knew he was just telling the truth.

“Maybe, but according to god, a negative power should not be allowed to enter his holy house, he likes to keep the pollution out.” with that being said he walked away. You clenched your jaw to try and keep the tears in as you walked to the car where both Sam and Dean were waiting for you.

“What’d he want?” Dean asked as soon as you reached them.

“Nothing, he was just asking if I was OK? He saw me practically running out of the church.” You said.

“Are you?” Sam asked.

“Huh?”

“Are you Ok? You’re acting weird ever since we got to the church.” 

“Yeah, I’m completely fine. Why don’t we go to the library and check out on the lore, huh? Like we always do.” You said getting inside the backseat of the Impala. Sam and Dean gave each other a look before following your lead and getting in the car. The whole ride you didn’t look up at the rear view mirror, knowing that Dean will see something in your eyes if you do.

Sam told the two of you about his conversation with Lori, You tried to divert your mind away from what the reverend had said for the sake of the case. You could worry about yourself later, this was more important than you. 

“So you believe her?” You asked as the three of you walked in the library.

“I do.” Sam said.

“Yeah I think she’s hot too.” Dean said and you ignored his comment. 

“No, man, there’s something in her eyes. And listen to this, she heard scratching on the roof and found the bloody body suspended upside down over the car.” Sam explained as you came to a stop between two shelves. 

“Bloody body suspended? That sounds like-” 

“The Hookman legend.” You completed Dean’s sentence.

“That’s one of the most famous urban legends. You guys don’t think that we are dealing with the hookman?” Dean asked, a little too excited for a person who’s solving murders.

“Every urban legend has a source, a place where it all began.” You said trying to be included more in the hunt so your mind wouldn’t wander back to the events that took place today.

“Yeah but what about the phantom scratches and the tire punctures and the invisible killer?” asked Dean.

“Maybe the hookman isn’t a man at all. What if its some kind of spirit?” Sam suggested and you could see the wheels in Dean’s mind running already. 

He asked a lady worker in the library to provide you guys old arrest records. You sat in one of the tables and waited for her. 

“Here you go arrest records going back to 1851.” the librarian said placing two cartons of arrest records on the table and you smiled at her and said “Thanks.” As she walked away Dean turn his head to check her out but your mind was too busy to even get upset about it.

“So this is how  you guys spent your time in college huh?” Dean asked as you cleaned the dust from the top of the cartons with your hands.

“Welcome to higher education.” You said opening the boxes.

You sat there and went through the arrest records for what felt like hours. Hours of absolutely nothing when suddenly your eyes fell on something. “Hey, check this out.” You said and both the boys looked over to you. “1862, a preacher named Jacob Karns was arrested for murder.” You read out loud both the brother walked over to where you were standing. “He was so angry over the red light district in town that one night he killed thirteen prostitutes.” You read out the next part  “Right here, some of the deceased were found in there beds, sheets soaked with blood others suspended upside down from limbs of the tree as a warning against sins of the flesh.” You read the rest of the article as Dean took out one of the pages from between the record.

“Get this, the murder weapon? Looks like the preacher lost his hand in an accident, had it replaced with a silver hook.” Dean showed you the picture of the murder weapon. 

“Look where all this happened, 9 mile road.” Sam said.

“Same place where the frat boy was killed.” You replied.

“Nice job, Dr. Venkman.” Dean said and ruffled your hair, making you roll your eyes. “Let’s check it out.” The three of you walked out of the library. Finally you could take your mind off of today morning.

When you walked outside you were surprised to see it was dark already. “God, how long have we been in that library?” You asked as you stretched yourself. The hem of your shirt rid up and you saw how Dean’s eyes lingered on the exposed skin for a little while making you smirk.

The three of you got in the car and decided to start with 9 mile road so Dean drove up to there.

Dean stopped the car in the middle of the bushes and you got out. Dean opened the trunk and pulled out a shotgun, handing it to Sam. You pouted when he didn’t gave one to you.

“If it is a spirit buckshot won’t do much good.” Sam said 

“Yeah, rock salt.” He handed Sam shotgun shells filled with salt.

“Salt’s a spirit deterrent.” You said as Sammy loaded his gun.

“Yeah, it won’t kill them but it will slow them down.” Dean said and closed the trunk. 

“That’s pretty good, You and dad think of it.” Sam asked as the two of you followed Dean to the direction where the dead body was found.

“I told you, you don’t have to be college graduates to be genius.” Dean said making you smile. You stopped in your tracks when you heard wood creaking. Sam pulled up his gun and pointed toward the sound. “Over there, over there.” Dean pointed to a bush which was ahead of you. 

“You could hear footsteps approaching and then a voice said. “Put the gun down, Now! Now!, put your hands behind your head.” A cop walked out of the bush and you rolled your eyes before putting your hands up.

“Wait, wait, okay, okay.” Dean said as the three of you got down on your knees. “Now get down on your bellies, come on do it.” Both the boys did as he said but you kept glaring at him. “You too, little girl. Get down on your belly.” You were thinking of the ways you could take him out but before you could make a move Sam grabbed your shirt and pulled you down.

“He had the gun.” Dean yelled as the three of you lied down on your bellies. 

The sheriff arrested Sam and you and Dean followed them in the Impala. You and Dean sat in the car outside of the sheriff’s department. You felt bad for Sam as he had to spend the night at the lock up. 

“We really can’t do anything before morning?” You asked for the third time as Dean pulled you in his lap in the front seat. “He has to spent the night in the lock up?” You asked with a pout and Dean nodded again before kissing it. 

You put your head on his chest as your finger played with his jacket.

“So you wanna talk about this morning?” He asked as his fingers subconsciously made patterns on your bare waist under your shirt. 

“What about this morning?” You asked innocently although you knew exactly what he was talking about.

“Why did you totally freak out in the church?” He asked and started inching your skin slightly, you yelped when he accidentally pinched a little bit too hard “Sorry.”

“I don’t know why you worry so much, Dean. It was nothing OK? I promise.”

“Then why’d you run out like that?” He asked and you sat up straight. 

“I was just feeling a little nau- light headed.” You changed your word remembering your conversation with the reverend. “I promise, babe. It was nothing.” You lied and cupped his face. 

“You would tell me if anything weird happens Right?” He asked, deciding not to press over the subject.

“Yes, I will now can we just make out?” You asked.

“Absolutely.” He answered and crashed his lips on yours.

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Do You Wanna Build A Snowman? (Dean Winchester)- Drabble

Dean x reader 

Summary: The reader has never seen snowfall.

Word Count: 546.

Warnings: FLOOF, freakin CUTE Dean Winchester.

“So you’re saying you’ve never seen snowfall?” Dean asked for what felt like the hundredth time and you shook your head.

“For the last time Dean I’ve never even seen Snow. Why is it so unbelievable?” 

“It's not unbelievable. Its just that you love winters and Christmas and it's sad that you’ve never seen snow.” Dean said with a frown and you got up from your chair to sit on his lap.

“Aww, it's okay. I’ve always wanted to build a snowman when I was a kid, you know. It rarely snows where we lived and the one time it did, I wasn’t there.” You said with a pout leaning back on him.

 “Well, one more thing for us to do together for the first time.” His comment made you giggle and you placed a small peck on his cheek.

A few nights later you were sleeping in your bed when Dean came rushing in in the middle of the night.

“Hey Y/n, get up.” He said leaning over you and shaking you slightly. You groaned out in reply and looked at the clock.

“It’s three in the morning Dean, what’s up?” You asked; rubbing your eye, a little irritated with the older Winchester for waking you up at such an unpleasant hour.

“Come with me.” He said with a big grin.

“What? Where?” You asked.

“Just come with me.” He said pulling you on your feet and you shivered as you felt the cold against your skin. You quickly put on your sweater.

“It's three in the morning, and it’s really cold, so this better be good, Winchester.” You said in a warning tone as he led you out of your house. 

“Oh you’re going to love it, sweetheart.” He replied excitably.

You were about to say something but right when you stepped outside your mouth was left hung open and your eyes widened in shock.

It was snowing.

You looked up at the older man who was giving you a shit-eating grin with tears in your eyes. 

“Oh my god, Oh my god!” You exclaimed as you ran out on the snow with your arms wide open. “Oh my god Dean, it’s Snowing.” You giggled loudly, making him laugh at your cute reaction. He walked closer to you and you stopped moving.

“This is so beautiful.” You beamed as he took your hands in his. 

“I know. Its really beautiful.” Even when he said that his eyes never left yours.

“Thank you.” You said.

“Don’t thank me. I didn’t make it snow.”

“But you came to my house at three am to tell me it's snowing.” You said, making him laugh. 

“It's not the only thing I came to tell you.” 

“What else do you wanna tell me?” You looked in his eyes. 

“I came to tell you that.....I love you.” 

It felt like a dream. The Snow. Dean Winchester confessing his love.  It all felt like a dream. 

“I love you too.” You replied. It only took those four words for him to grasp your face and bring your lips to his. It was short but the most sweet and sensual kiss you’ve experienced in your life. He gave you one last peck before pulling away.

“Y/n?”

“Huh?”

“Do you wanna build a snowman?” 

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@akshi8278​

I'm here for you.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 825

Warnings: Spoilers for season five, feels.

A/N: Hope y’all like it~ 

It was in that moment, that heart-shattering moment, in which you saw every last bit of Dean’s reserve crumble to dust as Sam, possessed by Lucifer, made his exit. Dean put his hands to his head in complete and utter despair, and in that one moment you saw a person you had never seen before. All of the hunter’s tough layers had peeled off and for the first time, you saw how much of a mess he actually was, how much pain he had had to endure in his life and how he had never allowed all that pain to exit his body. It was like seeing the tallest building crumble, a proud ruler kneel, an empire fall. And without a second thought, you rushed to his side to help him. You knew you were but the tiniest rock trying to hold back a flood, but you were all Dean needed in that moment. You put your arms gently around him, pulling him closer and gently stroking his back.

“Sam’s gonna be okay, Dean. He’s strong enough to pull through, he’s strong enough to take control over Lucifer and get this over and done with. I… I know he’s not coming back if he succeeds, but he will be remembered as the greatest hunter of all time. The smartest, the best,” you whispered, and he didn’t reply, but he hugged you closer to him, embracing you tightly. His breathing was uneven, and the tears were still flowing freely from his eyes, but he remained silent, and you took that as a silent invitation to go on with your consoling speech.

“And you’ll have his memory always with you,” you pulled away from his hug slightly to place your hand over the left side of his chest, where you could feel his heart flutter under his shirt.

“Right there,” you smiled up at him, a tad shyly, and while he did not smile back, he nodded.

“That still won’t be good enough. Sammy can’t be replaced by some memory, no matter how good that memory is,” he said, his voice deeper than usual from crying. He chewed on that plump lower lip of his unconsciously, and you couldn’t help but find your gaze drawn to the movement of his lips. Before you did anything rash, you shook your head ever so slightly to clear it, and then you took a deep breath to continue talking.

“I know a memory will never be adequate. I know nothing could ever be as good as Sam was; nothing could ever fill that hole inside you, but… for what it’s worth, I’ll always be here for you. Promise.” Pain flashed through his eyes for a millisecond. A new kind of pain, not the soul-wrecking one he’d been feeling up to that moment.

“How do you know that? How can you know that you’ll be here? You can’t promise things you know aren’t up to you. Sam was here for me yesterday, but now he isn’t.  Now, Satan’s wearing him as a meat suit and I am losing him. I have already lost him,” Dean managed to choke out between sobs, and a new wave of tears flowed out of his eyes. He grit his teeth as he shut his eyes tightly.

“I want this to end,” he whispered so silently you barely heard him, but that one simple phrase of his held so much meaning that the very force of his words caused you to shiver.

“Dean…” you murmured his name softly, and when he didn’t look at you, you repeated his name, slightly more forcefully this time.

“What is it?” he asked cracking his still teary eyes open, and you offered him the tiniest of encouraging smiles.

“I can’t promise you that I’ll always be here, but I can promise you I’ll try my best to be here for you for as long as I can,” you said, and his brilliant green eyes flickered with the tiniest spark of hope.

“Thank you,” he muttered, because he knew that when you gave your word you tried your damnedest to keep it. Your small smile grew into a grin, and you couldn’t help but notice his eyes travel down to your mouth. When your lips met Dean’s, it felt like a train wreck and a lullaby all at once. It was almost overwhelming. His kiss was forceful, needy, but there was an undertone of tenderness to the way his tongue explored your mouth and his teeth nipped on your lower lip. This was the first kiss you’d shared, and odds were it’d be the last, but the caress of Dean’s lips on yours felt comforting and wonderful, and you didn’t care that he was kissing you mostly because he needed an outlet for all of his pent-up emotions. Your heart beat for him, and you had given him your word. You’d be there for him no matter what ne needed.

Please, kill me.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 864

Warnings: Feels, spoilers for season ten, cursing

Summary: Dean asks something of Y/N, something she’s not sure she can do...

A/N: Hope you like it!

“Y/n,” Dean called out to you, voice surprisingly steady, as if he was struggling to keep it that way.

“I have something to tell you,” he said when you had made your way to him, sitting down on a chair next to him.

“Go on,” you said with a small smile, your gentle voice softly urging him on. You had realised the severity of the situation because of the look in his green eyes. You had never seen him like this, and it took you a bit by surprise. He was frowning, and his whole face had a clouded expression of thoughtfulness, but his eyes were practically talking to you. They were full of despair, and full of something else, too; something you couldn’t quite place, but it was there and the hurt it radiated was almost palpable.

You reached out and gently squeezed one of his hands, trying to reassure him.

Dean took a deep breath, closing his eyes as if composing himself. For a second, you were cut off from the torrent of emotions pouring out of his eyes, and this time when he opened them again, you were prepared.

“I...” He cleared his throat before continuing. “I want to tell you something. It’s... something very important.” He took one last deep breath before finally saying what he had wanted to tell you from the start.

“If... if anything happens to me; if I ever become the same murderous son of a bitch I was when I had the Mark... I... want you to do something for me,” he said, fixing you with a steady gaze. “In the line of work we’re in, you know that it’s entirely possible for the same thing to happen to me again. I don’t want that. I don’t want you and Sam and Cas to see me go through all that again. It’s not fair for you; it’s not fair for me; and most of all it’s not fair for the people I would mercilessly kill and their families.” Here, he paused to regain his bearings, and he tiredly rubbed his eyes with his free hand, the one you weren’t holding.

You were almost unable to breathe. You had the slightest idea of what he wanted you to do for him, and you were hoping he’d say something else, something less serious.

“I want you to kill me,” he stated, and that six-word sentence seemed to be your whole world in that moment. Like a mantra, it played again and again in your head. You were clutching Dean’s hand so tightly that you felt the hunter tense.

“I... I can’t... I could never do what you’re asking of me... Ask Sam...” you whispered, and he shook his head.

“You’re the only one I trust to do this. I know Sam. He’d never kill me, not if I begged him. You... you have to. For your own good. Please.” Dean was desperate now. He had been expecting a negative reaction, but he was determined to get his way.

When you expressed your disagreement again, he sighed, but didn’t give up.

“Please,” he repeated. “It has to happen that way. Not only for you and Sam and Cas, but for myself too. I won’t ever be a normal person again; I can’t take it anymore. So... if it ever comes to that... Kill me,” he said.

This time, you nodded. “Okay.” Your voice was small, hesitant, but it was all Dean had at the moment. And it was enough

“Thank you,” he said, and you nodded.

“Yeah... you’re welcome,” you whispered, smiling softly. You didn’t really want to smile, but it was either that or bursting into tears, so you decided that the first option was better.

“This means so friggin’ much to me, thanks,” he said, and you could only nod in reply.

You bit hard on your lower lip, and you felt a tear escape your eyes. Dean leaned forward and wiped it away with his thumb.

“Hey... hey, I’m sorry... but I had to say it. I needed to make sure that the world would be safe from me if anything happened again,” he said, and you leaned into his touch.

“Yes... I know. But that won’t stop me from being upset over it,” you murmured.

“But you will do it. If it’s the only option left, you will,” he said, almost as if trying to reassure himself.

“Yes,” you whispered, feeling another tear trickle down your cheek.

Instead of replying, Dean leaned forward to press his lips against yours. At first, it wasn’t much of a kiss; it was more of two pairs of lips touching each other. But then he opened his mouth, and you opened yours, and it was a heated tangle of tongues and limbs as you tried to come impossibly close to one another. When you pulled away, you were both breathing heavily and you had somehow straddled him in the passionate haze of the kiss.

“I said I will do it, but Dean, I don’t want to. I never want to get the chance to.”

Again, he didn’t reply. He just pulled you into another whirlwind of a kiss.

Weapons down

Pairing: Sam x reader or Dean x reader

Word Count: Sam: 972 Dean: 1092

Warnings: Feels and cursing for the Sam one.

A/N: This story has five lines of common beginning, and then it branches off depending on whether you prefer Sam or Dean. Just thought I’d try it out. Enjoy!

 “Weapons down, or I’m gonna shoot you to oblivion!” you yelled at the two men whose silhouettes were outlined in the doorway of the warehouse.

They put their weapons down only because of sheer surprise, and while they looked around to pinpoint the source of the voice that startled them, you had the time to study them.

 Sam

You made your way to them, frowning. “Who are you?” you asked, making sure that your gun was trained on the taller one of the two.

“We’re FBI agents and-” started the shorter and apparently older one, but he was cut off by the other.

“We’re not FBI agents,” he stated and, perplexed, you frowned.

“I’m confused. Are you with the FBI or not?” you asked.

“We aren’t,” said the taller one at the same time the shorter one said “We are.”

“Wow, that’s a really enlightening thing to say,” you commented. “Care to explain?”

“We aren’t with the FBI,” said the taller one and, this time, the other agreed with a nod.

“Then who are you? And what are you doing here?” you asked.

“I’m Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean, and we’re here because we’ve been informed that some very dangerous people live in this warehouse. We’re here to prevent them from causing any harm,” he explained, and immediately you felt like you were a five-year-old being patronised by an annoying adult.

“The name’s Y/n. And what do you think I’ve been doing here? A party? I’ve been dealing with the vampires,” you said, and you smiled proudly at them.

“Are you sure you’ve dealt with them properly?” asked Dean.

You rolled your eyes. “Of course. I’ve beheaded them and then buried them so that nobody will ever come across the bodies. I’ve been here since yesterday, and I need some rest,” you said, walking past them and into the sunlight.

“You don’t have a car,” Sam called out from behind you. “There was no car outside the warehouse when we got here. So how did you make it here?” he asked.

“I walked. I crashed my car a week or so ago and I haven’t had the time to replace it. It’s waiting for me in a yard somewhere in Colorado,” you explained with a shrug. To tell the truth, your opinion on that matter was anything but nonchalant, as your car had been the only place you had ever called home, but being pessimistic just wouldn’t do. Instead, you had decided to use the public transport to make your way to Wyoming to deal with the vampire nest, because hunting would always be your priority.

“That’s unfortunate. Well, you can come with us. We’re heading to the nearest town,” Sam offered, completely missing his brother’s glare.

“Really? Thank you. I’ve got a motel room there, so I can rest before heading to Colorado to retrieve my car and all my hunting stuff,” you said with a grin, only then realising that this was the first mention of anything hunting-related between you and the Winchesters. You had just both automatically assumed that the other was a hunter.

That was certainly not the last time though. Over the years, you started hunting together. At first it was just a call here and there or a chance meeting when you accidentally took on the same cases, but as the months went by you grew closer. You even started living in the bunker with them when you weren’t joining them on cases.

Hunting with them had been the best time you had ever had in your whole life.

But all good things must end, and your time with the Winchesters was no different.

It was on a sunny but chilly day in mid-March that was entirely inconspicuous and normal that this good thing in your life ended.

“We’re back!” you heard Sam and Dean announce when they entered the bunker. They both seemed rather excited for the hunt to be over, and it pained your heart to see the smile wiped off their faces when they saw you.

You were standing near the entrance, clutching a suitcase in one hand and your car keys in the other. There was a vacant, sad, look in your eyes as you nodded at them.

“Hey,” you muttered sadly.

“What’s wrong?” Dean was the one to ask but Sam was the one to rush up to you and pull you into a hug. You let the suitcase drop and hugged him back tightly, fighting to keep back tears.

“I’m leaving,” you announced in a small voice.

“Leaving... what?” Sam asked.

“Leaving the bunker. Leaving the hunter life. I can’t do this anymore. I’m physically and mentally exhausted. I just want to see the world,” you muttered, casting your gaze down on the ground.

“No. You can’t leave,” Sam said, voice almost shrill in a note of panic.

“It’s... it’s not temporary. It’s just a break. For a couple of years, I’ve decided I want to travel and see everything the planet has to offer before returning,” you said, leaving the probably out of the conversation. You weren’t sure you ever would return. Part of you hoped so, while another just wanted to leave and never come back.

Sam, probably realising that no matter what he said he could never stop you from leaving, only hugged you tighter.

“Do you promise you’ll come back?” he asked.

“I do,” you said, and now that you had given your word you probably would.

“I love you,” Sam whispered in a broken voice. “Don’t leave,” he murmured hopelessly.

Unable to listen to him anymore, you pulled away slightly from his hug and pulled him into a kiss. You touched your lips to his hesitantly at first but with increasingly more passion until you both had to pull away for need of air.

“I love you too. But I have to go. I’ll be back,” without further ado, you nodded at Dean, reached down to grab your suitcase and left, paying no heed to the tears rolling down your cheeks.

You turned to look at the bunker one last time.

“Goodbye, Sam Winchester. And may we meet again.”

 Dean

One was tall, with long hair, but it was the other who caught your attention. Shorter than the other man but still tall, something about his posture and the way he carried himself drew you in. So when you stepped out into the meagre light the rays of the sun peeking in through the door offered, you addressed him.

“Who are you and what do you want here?” you asked him, and he frowned as his eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness of the room.

“I’m Agent Bickler and this is my partner Agent Sullivan. We’re with the FBI,” he said, making eye contact with you. Never tearing his gaze away from yours, he took a badge out of his pocket and let it drop to the ground. He kicked it towards you and you kneeled to pick it up, eyes and gun firmly fixed on the man who had told you was an FBI agent.

“I don’t think so. These badges aren’t real, and even if they were, what would an FBI agent be doing out here, in a warehouse in the middle of nowhere?” you asked, raising a challenging eyebrow at the light-brown-haired man.

He rolled his eyes and was about to reply when the other man talked, drawing your attention.

“You’re right. We’re not FBI agents. We’re here because some very dangerous people are in this warehouse and we want to make sure nobody innocent will get hurt. So could you please leave? It’d be much better for all of us if you didn’t get killed in the process,” he said, and for a second you contemplated pretending not to understand, pretending to be a civilian.

You decided against that though, as it would only offer confusion and maybe these two hunters -they were obviously hunters, you thought- would be so desperate as to use force to extract you from the warehouse that had been a vampire nest before you had dealt with it.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but you two are hunters. That is quite obvious from you pretending to be FBI. And you must be here for the vampires,” you said, and saw realisation dawn in both their faces as they figured out the fact that you were a hunter too.

“Well... I’ve taken care of that problem; don’t worry. All the vampires are dead and buried,” you told them with a bright smile, finally lowering and holstering your gun.

“You’re a hunter?” asked the one you had been talking to in the beginning. His question was more of a statement, you realised as your gazes met again, though he obviously doubted your abilities.

“Yes, I am. I’ve been a hunter for the biggest part of my life, so there’s no need for you to check to see if the vampires are truly dead and gone. But if you want to waste precious minutes of your time, go ahead and be my guest,” you said.

“That won’t be necessary. We believe you,” said the taller one.

“I’m Sam and this is my brother Dean,” he introduced.

“Wait... Sam and Dean Winchester?” you asked with a frown. “I’m Y/n L/n. I’m, as I said, a hunter. My grandfather taught me everything I know about hunting, and he was the strictest of teachers. He never said the same thing more than once. The only thing he had ever repeated was this ‘Don’t trust the Winchesters.’ Why should I trust you?” you crossed your arms over your chest, glaring at the two men standing in front of you.

“Because we’re hunters. And hunters stick together. We’re each other’s best chance of staying alive,” Dean said, and you had to admit he had a point. Hunting on your own was an extremely lonely thing to do, and you craved some real interaction despite your better judgment.

“Let’s go then. I have a room at the motel just outside town,” you informed them, walking past them and into the glare of the sun outside the warehouse.

“Our room is there too,” Sam told you as they followed you.

“Great. See you there,” you said, climbing into your car and setting off towards the motel.

Little did you know then, that encounter with the Winchester brothers meant the end of your lonely hunting years and the beginning of a new phase in your life, which you loved more than anything else that had ever happened to you. Soon, you became very familiar with the brothers, but you had always felt more comfortable around Dean. You loved them both, but Sam was just a friend, while Dean... well it was different with Dean. It had always been different with Dean, but it took you some time to understand just how different things were.

“Where’s the pie, Y/n?” you heard Dean call out as soon as you entered the bunker’s kitchen.

“Right here, Dean. How could I ever forget the pie?” you asked, handing him his pie. He looked pointedly at Sam after what you said and accepted the pie.

“Thank you,” he said with a grin before grabbing a fork from a drawer and starting to eat.

“You’re welcome,” you said with a chuckle. “I don’t get why you like pie that much though,” you commented, and Dean sent a murderous glare your way. “Don’t listen to her, you’re precious to me,” he muttered to his pie while glaring at you.

Both you and Sam laughed and shared an exasperated look.

“At least Y/n never forgets the pie,” Dean said, again looking at his brother.  “And for that I thank her very much,” he said, turning to face you. Already, he was done with the pie, and he set the foil plate and the fork down on the table, walking up to you. He leaned down and in one swift, sudden, moment, had his lips pressed against yours; soft and warm as he pulled you into a roller coaster of a kiss that made your heart beat fast and heat to rise to your cheeks. Dean tasted of pie and in that moment you understood why he liked it so much.

You broke apart after Sam cleared his throat. Dean glared at him. “What?” he asked.

“Get a room,” Sam said.

“We have one, but you’re in it,” Dean said moodily and Sam, obviously not in the mood for a fight, sighed and walked out of the room.

“What was that for?” you asked once Sam was gone.

“It was for the pie. And I’ve wanted to do it for a long, long time.”

Ready Aim Fire

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Word Count: 1020

Summary: Dean shows Y/n how to shoot a gun.

A/N: Happy birthday to Dean Winchester! May he have all the pies he wants.

gif not mine, credit to whoever owns it.

“You say you want to be a hunter, princess, but do you even know how to shoot a gun?” Dean asked, making eye contact with you. You, stubborn as ever, rolled your eyes and crossed your arms on your chest. “No, I don’t. But nobody was born knowing how. Somebody had to teach them. Somebody even had to teach you. So, why can’t you show me how to shoot a gun? I might surprise you,” you said, voice challenging.

He held your gaze for a long minute, apparently trying to decide whether to try to teach you how to shoot or not. In the end, you won, and he nodded.

“Very well. I’ll show you,” he said begrudgingly, pushing himself off the doorframe, which he had been leaning against.

“The shooting range is this way, follow me,” he muttered, walking out of the kitchen and heading to the shooting range.

“Here we are,” he announced, pushing the door open. He turned the lights on and they flickered into life, illuminating the distant targets on paper and the grey concrete walls.

“Our goal for today is to make sure your stance is proper and that you can hit the target. Proper stance will soon be forgotten in an actual fight, but we want you to improve on your aim right now,” he explained irritably, trying not to lose his patience.

“And I ought to warn you now, before it’s too late; being a hunter isn’t a field trip. It’s dangerous. It could cost you your life, the life of the people you care about. The reward is only emotional, and the recognition is nonexistent. You have the chance to turn away now. You have the chance to live a normal life, free of worry about ghosts and demons and angels. If you walk away right now, this whole thing will be just a distant memory,” here, Dean turned to face you. His expression was grave and serious. “If you walk away right now, you can have a family and friends.”

You looked up at him defiantly. “I’ve been living a normal life all my life, and I’m bored out of my wits. That’s not what I want for myself. Now, teach me how to shoot a damn gun,” you said and, with a sigh, Dean took his gun out of its holster.

“Watch closely,” he instructed, “You’ll have to copy my movements when it’s your turn, so pay attention. Your feet have to be shoulder width apart and slightly bent, and your arms have to be fully extended,” he said, reciting the information from memory. He himself adopted the stance and squared his shoulders. He cocked the gun, pressed the trigger and a bullet flew straight through the head of one of the silhouettes on the targets.

Dean then turned to look at you, carefully handing you the gun.

You nervously walked up to where he had been standing and tried your best to replicate his picture-perfect stance. You took aim as best as you could and squeezed the trigger. The bullet barely managed to hit the very edge of the paper target. To your surprise, Dean had a look on his face that said ‘not bad’.

You turned back towards the target to examine your shot, which really wasn’t all that bad. “Quite good,” Dean’s voice said from directly behind you, his breath tickling the back of your neck, and you gave a tiny squeak in surprise. You hadn’t realised he had walked up to be standing where he was now. You heard him give a low chuckle at your reaction, and that small sound sent shivers down your spine. Admittedly, Dean Winchester was a very attractive man, and standing as you were at that moment, with his toned chest almost pressing against your back, awoke a fire deep in your belly.

“You still need to work on your stance a little bit,” he said, his hands ghosting touches on your arms and lower back and waist as he gently guided you into the proper position. When he was satisfied, he instructed you to extend your arms in front of you, and you did as asked. From behind you, he mirrored your movements and extended his arms as well, to correct your grip on the gun.

“Now, shoot,” he muttered in his deep voice, and you aimed carefully before pressing the trigger. This time, you managed to hit the outer rim of the target’s body, and you grinned in success, turning to face Dean. Having forgotten about your proximity, you uttered a small ‘oh’ when you found yourself chest-to-chest with the hunter. He grinned down at you and carefully took the gun from your grip, putting the safety back on and tucking it back into its holster.

“You could be a good hunter,” he commented casually, before leaning down closer to you to cover some of the distance between you. “Providing you’d stick to hunting with us, I can make you into one of the best hunters ever,” he said, but you weren’t paying attention to his words; only his lips. Your eyes were locked on them and you felt as if you were in a trance. Apparently, he’d noticed, because he brought his hand up to your chin, softly nudging it up so that your gaze met his.

Dean leaned down, you stretched up, and your lips met in a wonderful, mesmerising kiss that set your nerve edges on fire. He deepened the kiss by tilting his head and opening his mouth just wide enough so that his tongue could lick your lips and enter your own mouth. At that, you gave a small moan and snaked your arms around his neck for stability. The kiss went on like that for quite some time until you both pulled apart, panting, but very happy.

“So, what do you say? D’you really wanna become a hunter?” Dean murmured in a voice that was huskier than normal. You nodded.

“Oh hell yes,” you whispered in reply, and leaned up to kiss him again; the second time just as magical as the first.

Possessed

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader

Word Count: 940

Summary: Sam is possessed by a demon, and you try your best to help him.

Warnings: Some curse words.

A/N: I hope you like it!~

You glared at Sam -no, not Sam, the demon, you had to remind yourself- who had been tricked into walking into a demon trap. The tall hunter’s shirt was soaked through with blood where his anti-possession tattoo had been mutilated with a knife, and a smirk of superiority so unlike Sam’s usual warm smile was plastered on his face.  

“What do you have to say for yourself, sweetheart? Because it’s getting really boring here, don’t you think?” said the demon trough Sam’s voice. Wrapping your mind around the fact that Sam’s usually gentle and friendly voice could hold so much scorn had taken some time, but now, after spending about an hour with the demon inhabiting your friend’s body, you could listen to him talk without flinching and being overcome by a murderous urge.

“I want my best friend back, you bastard,” you growled, moving closer to the mark on the floor and pointing Ruby’s demon-killing knife, which the Winchesters had lent to you before the mission, at the demon.

The demon laughed. It was more of a manic, wicked, cackle than a laugh, and then it looked at you through Sam’s hazel eyes with disdain.

“Oh, you’d never lay a finger on your handsome friend’s body over here,” said the demon, dropping you a wink. “Plus, if you want me gone so much, you can go on and exorcise me. You know the words, sweetheart, don’t you?” the demon added, assuming a deep, husky, provocative tone of voice as he spoke.

Never losing eye contact with you, the demon made Sam’s hands run all over his broad chest, unbuttoning a few buttons of his red plaid shirt as it did so, putting Sam’s chest on display.

Trying to suppress the feeling of giddiness that came over you when you saw the hunter’s bare chest, you mustered all your hatred towards the demon in one heated glare, which made you narrow your eyes and grit your teeth as you tried not to stare at Sam’s chest.

“Oh, I can exorcise you. But I need information first. About Crowley’s whereabouts. Tell me. Where is he?” you asked, gathering all of your self-control and willpower to make your voice sound nonchalant as you spoke. Your gaze, while still full of hatred, held authority, and your posture -seemingly relaxed, but actually tense and ready to attack should the need arise- exuded superiority. To accentuate the fact that you weren’t bluffing -which you actually were, because you’d never touch a blade to Sam’s skin- you ran a casual finger along the serrated blade of the demon-killing knife, smirking.

The demon caught the bluff though, and gave another one of its expected hysterical cackles. “You’re not gonna hurt this body. I can see it in the way you’re trying too much not to stare at his chest; in the way you’re stalling for time and trying to trick me. But honey, I’m a demon. I can’t be lied to. The thing is, you’re so painfully in love with the man I’m possessing that it’s so obvious it hurts. So obvious to everybody but you two. So no, you’re not hurting Sammy over here, so I’m-” You were so angry you saw red. You raised your voice over the demon’s, cutting it off mid-sentence, and spewed out an exorcism, not caring that in doing so you were completely neglecting your actual goal.

With a howl of pain, the demon left Sam’s body and you hurried up to him as he collapsed to the ground, kneeling next to him and helping him sit up.

“Sam... are you okay?” you asked him, and he stifled a groan, but nodded.

“I’m fine...” he managed to say. “But... we were supposed to gather information about Crowley,” he said. On impulse, you gripped his face between your hands and looked him square in the eye. You could lose yourself in his hazel, ever-changing, eyes. Depending on the lighting, they could seem green, or blue, or brown, and you could spend hours thinking about them, but right now you had to focus.

“I don’t care about that, Sam. You are so much more important to me than any piece of information that demon could have given us,” you said.

He frowned and stayed silent for a bit. Neither of you moved an inch, and you could feel his breath hot against your face.

“Is what the demon said true?” he said, finally breaking the silence. “Do you... Are you in love with me?” he asked cautiously.

You were taken aback by his question. You had expected something along the lines of ‘let’s go find Dean’ or ‘it’s okay that you didn’t get information from the demon about Crowley, but we have to figure out what to do next’, so you were surprised. So surprised that you blurted out your response without thinking.

“Yes,” you said, and his eyes widened imperceptibly in surprise.

His face broke out into a grin that held so much happiness it made you smile as well. “That’s excellent. Because... because so do I,” he said, his voice trailing off in a whisper as he leaned in closer to you.

Your lips met hesitantly at first but then, as you both were drawn closer to each other like moths towards the light, it was magic. He was a great kisser, and he elicited small sounds from you as he nipped and sucked on your lower lip. Your lips tingled where they met his, and you had never felt better.

And, as you pulled away, you smiled, because you had not only gotten a friend back, but a lover too.

Fuck you, Chuck (Dean Winchester x reader)

Request: A Dean Winchester x Reader one where Reader is pregnant, early months barely showing, and something a demon or idk gets to where they are and throws her down a set of stairs so the reader has a miscarriage? Only if you are comfortable writing those tho!! I saw that you were now making SPN Imagines thats super cool!!!

Warnings: sadness, angst, miscarriage :(  + it’s short and I’m super sorry about it... I absolutely wanted to write and post something before being too tired and to be honest, I had no idea how to write even if it was a good idea ♡

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

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Having a baby seemed crazy, especially for the Winchester family. Risks always rose a little higher, but you decided to keep this growing child in you, even when Dean refused. Now that he had accepted it, the tension had calmed down, even though he had set some rules for your own protection and for the baby: you could intervene in easy cases. Not being stupid, you didn’t denigrate this decision because you knew that you shouldn’t take any stupid and unnecessary risk.

Three months pregnant, your belly was almost invisible, unless you really looked and it depended on the clothes you put on. For the moment, you made sure that nobody saw your belly because you knew that it would be your weak point.

This case was supposed to be simple, nothing complicated. Dean was pretty sure you won’t be in an extreme dangerous situation, even if he had asked you to stay at home. An avenging spirit? It didn’t scare you. Your shotgun in one hand and salt in the other, you walked carefully, looking everywhere around you. When Dean called you from the ground floor of the old mansion, you headed for the stairs. While you were going downstairs, a force made you miss several steps. In a few seconds, you found yourself at the foot of the stairs. A throbbing pain took you in the back. It spread immediately almost in your whole body, but the most painful was the abdomen. Instinctively, you put your hands on your belly and tried to get up. Powerful cramps in the lower abdomen, or rather uterine contractions, gave you the impression that your uterus was imploding.

“Dean!” you screamed, panicked.

The ghost wasn’t even there anymore. As if he had succeeded in his mission... But what worried you the most was this fall. This fall not trivial since you had hurtled down the stairs violently. A smell of blood comes to you and a hot liquid flows between your thighs. When you looked down, you saw that your blue jeans had turned a crimson red between your thighs. You understood immediately. At that moment, your boyfriend came followed by Sam.

You will always remember his look in which followed surprise, anger and sadness. He didn’t waste a moment to run up to you and lift you up. It doesn’t matter if a spirit continues to kill curious teenagers, he had to take you to the nearest hospital. Even if he told you that it would be okay, you couldn’t believe it. You knew it was over. You had lost the baby. A miscarriage.

*

When you opened your eyes, the light almost blurred you; it took a few seconds for your eyes to get used to the brightness. Turning your head to the side, you saw your boyfriend by your bedside, sitting uncomfortably on a chair, asleep. You noticed that his features were much more drawn than usual and that purple rings certainly weighed down his beautiful emerald eyes. When you realized why you were in a hospital bed, you slid your hands on your stomach. Flat. More flat than usual. Flashes assailed you. The fall. Stairs. Contractions The blood. The baby…

Tears in the eyes rose and then, you burst into tears. You felt like you were so dumb! Why did you have to insist to participate in this hunt? If you accepted to stay at home, your baby would still be alive. Your heart tightened to the idea that you wouldn’t see your belly rounding, feel movements or blows and be able to take it in your arms after another six months of waiting. Your sobs woke Dean, who, immediately, took you in his arms without a word. He wasn’t good at handling so many emotions, let alone his, so the words didn’t come. He hated to see you in this condition and know that he wouldn’t have a child when he had well integrated the idea, the idea of being a father.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, Dean…” you managed to say between sobs.

His hands caressed your hair with tenderness. It took a few moments for him to open his mouth without a strangled whine coming out. His vision was blurred and tears ran down his cheeks before falling on your hair.

"You couldn’t predict that... Maybe... Maybe it was meant to happen..."

He hated God, or rather Chuck, to inflict that on you. A new and difficult test in your life. In what honor? What did you do to touch happiness with your fingertips before it collapsed and only ashes remained? Nothing, it's just that fate is and always will be cruel.

This wound will take time to heal. Eventually, you’ll retry the experience. The wonderful experience of parenthood.

And fuck you, Chuck.