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Summary: Your brother is getting married to one of your best friends, and you’re the maid of honour. Your horrible mother is on your case about showing up with a date, as you ex, the best man, has moved on. Your only option is to beg the stranger who took you home, to pretend to be your boyfriend until the wedding is over. How much pretending did you really have to do to convince them all it was real?
Dean x Reader ; AU
Warnings: Angst, Mentions of Cheating, Minor Violence, Fluff, Smut. Warnings for individual chapters will be noted at the top.
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Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
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Swingin Party
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 809
Warnings: Self Hate, Implied heavy drinking, Implied Smut, A few swear words
A/N: I wrote this in bed while listening to Lorde and drinking Pinot Grigio like a little gremlin
If being afraid is a crime
We hang side by side
“You just don’t fucking get it do you?” He roared as he followed Y/N closely back to her room.
“How AM I supposed to get it when you don’t ever talk to me? You are only vulnerable when you’re off the bottle. I can’t help you! You push and push me away until the guilt eats you up once you’ve gotten drunk enough. You crawl into my bed, fall into this same cycle of self pity, fuck me and then leave.”
Tears streamed down her face, ruining the remnants of makeup on her face. She tugged at the hem of the flannel she found on the floor of the Impala, blood stained hands ruining the edges. She stood at her door, watching the man before her. He ran his fingers through his hair as he braced himself against her doorway, his eyes pleading to be let into her room.
“Dean, I can’t do this anymore. You know how I feel. I live the same life you do, but you make it out like you’re the only person that understands any of it. This whole “I can’t be loved” shit is complete and utter bullshit and you know it. You’re just afraid to be vulnerable. You can go up against the most powerful creatures in this universe but you’ll always be a coward, just like your father.” Y/N went to shut her door in Dean’s face, his boot stopping it with a thud.
“Never compare me to him. I am nothing like him. He fucked it all up for me and Sammy. I loved my baby brother. I always took care of him before I ever worried about myself. You don’t get to throw that in my face. I am nothing like him.” His jaw clenched, bracketing Y/N against the doorframe.
“You’re afraid.” The anger coursing through her veins suddenly settled, his eyes held an amount of hurt she could never begin to comprehend.
Dean’s knuckles whitened as he gripped the door frame above Y/N’s head. “How can I not be when you pull shit like this? I care about you too much to let you do this to yourself. Being around us almost got you killed today. You were never meant to see any of this. I can never give you what you want, I won’t. ”
Y/N sighed “You know you really piss me off right?” She let out as she reached her hand up to caress the scruff that was forming along his jawline. He pushed his face into her hand, his eyes closing.
“I am too ya know? Afraid. I always worry about what tomorrow holds. I worry every time you walk out that door, I wonder every single time if you leaving is the last time I’ll see you. I know none of this makes any sense, our lives don’t make sense. It’s frustrating you were dealt these cards, but the hand you were dealt doesn’t mean you can’t have something that makes it all a little more bearable.”
It was Dean’s turn to lift his hand to her face, settling against her cheek, his opposite hand brushing the stray hairs away from her damp eyes.
“You just don’t deserve any of this.” Dean sighed as Y/N pushed herself away from him, sitting on the edge of her bed, a place where you both always seemed to forget that anything mattered.
“Who are you to decide what I deserve? We both deserve so much more than what we have. I’d give you the world if I could, because in my eyes that is what you deserve. I want you, all this shit included. Yeah this life has taken everything away from me but it gave me you. I’ll be damned if I let it take away the only thing I love.”
Dean lifted his gaze from the ground, reaching behind him to shut his door. “You love me?” Y/N braced herself on her elbows as she leaned against the mattress, her eyes meeting his. The look on his face making her heart twist in a way she had never felt before.
“Always have and always will. We may never get the life we both deserve, but I know we deserve each other.”
Dean closed the distance between them, his hands traveled up her sides once he finally reached the bed. Their lips moulded together like it was the first time they’d been here, the whiskey on his breath made her weak. His hands roamed her body, causing Y/N to arch into his touch.
“I know we are both afraid, but I hope that when you’re with me, you feel safe. You deserve it all.”
Love On The 26th Floor - Masterlist
Summary: Y/N has been working as a personal assistant to the successful CEO of Smith Construction Co, for just a few weeks. It may not be her field of expertise, but she needs this job to pay off her student loans and live her life as she tackles a part-time Masters degree at the same time. She finds her boss Dean Smith incredibly intimidating and insanely attractive; but an office fling is the last thing she needs, especially with her employer.
But you can only avoid temptation for so long…
Pairing: CEO!Dean Smith x Female!Personal Assistant!Reader
Warnings: Language, Angst, Office rivalries, Age difference (reader is 25, Dean is 40), Smut (Warnings will be marked in detail in individual chapters). Some chapters will be fills for kink bingo, but those will be tagged appropriately.
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Epilogue
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Stolen Crown Masterlist
By @roonyxx and @jay-and-dean
Pairings : Dean x reader ? Kight!Dean x reader ?
Summary : What happens when she is sent in a world that isn’t hers, but with very familiar faces ?
This, as much as it looks like it, is not ‘technically’ an AU, because your Dean, our Dean, exists too…
Serie Warnings : Smut (please be 18+), Fluff, Angst, Swearing. Mention of physical pain. Each Chapter will have detailled warnings.
Note : This is a collaboration beetween both of us. We can’t both edit the same post, so we decided we would post 1 chapter/2 each, like for Firefly.
We both worked as much on this story and it’s the result of both our brains but also both our hearts.
Please, if you want to show love for this story, don’t forget we were together in this.
Chapter 1: Under the Hood.
Chapter 2: Crushed by Laces.
Chapter 3: With no Shoes.
Chapter 4: Eyes on the Whip.
Chapter 5: Under the Mattress.
Chapter 6: Between the Sheets.*
Chapter 7: At the Gate.*
Chapter 8: Red Satin Panties.
Chapter 9: Through the Secret Door.
Chapter 10: Without the Fur.*
Chapter 11: The Crown of Love.*
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Carry You
Summary: The reader gets injured on a hunt, and Dean take a little time to pamper his girl.
Warning: Injured!Reader (A twisted ankle), SPN level gore, talk of a hunt, fluff, lots of fluff.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 1824
A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d so all mistakes are mine. Please do not copy my work. Feedback is golden. Enjoy.
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“I hate shifters,” Dean complained loudly as the three of you closed the doors on Baby almost simultaneously. You winced as you shifted in your seat, trying to not put too much pressure on your right ankle when you moved in any way because it sent a shooting pain all the way up your leg when you did.
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Christmas On The 26th Floor
Square filled: Christmas party - @spnchristmasbingo
Pairing: CEO!Dean Smith x Female!PA!Reader
Word count: 3,846
Summary: Still keeping their relationship a secret, Dean and Y/N attend the annual Christmas party at Smith Construction Co, where they still manage to find a way to spend the night together.
Warnings: Swearing, fluff, smut: dirty talk, vaginal fingering, slight voyeurism/exhibitionism, spanking, unprotected sex (wrap it up people), more fluff
A/N: I was meaning to get this out before Christmas but it didn’t happen. Anyway, I was so excited to visit this world again, I love these two so much! As always happy reading and enjoy! Beta’d by my darling @downanddirtydean.
Y/N turned off the carols that were playing to get her in the holiday spirit as she got ready. Checking that her emerald, silky, knee-length dress was sitting correctly and hugging all the right places, she picked up her black purse and black faux fur coat, making her way out of her apartment and down the stairs, smiling when she spotted Benny waiting for her as she walked down to the sidewalk.
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Liar, Liar
Pairing: MOC!Dean X Reader
WC: 350
Warnings: Angst, Heavy Drinking, Swearing, No specific ending, let your mind take it wherever
A/N: Zach Bryan always makes me think of Dean hating himself Im so sorry.
Letting Someone Go- Zach Bryan
“The way that the oak creaked
When you snuck up from my bed
The way that missing someone
Will have you seeing steady red”
The whiskey burned his throat, the stinging comforting him. If he wasn’t hurting at this point, he wasn’t feeling anything. He had grown so accustomed to this ache in his stomach, that uneasiness that made his hands shake and his heart clench.
He brought the bottle back to his lips, trembling hands tracing the pictures laid out on the table in front of him. He held one in his hand and admired the way her hair fell over her shoulder, the way the dimples imbedded in her cheeks became so prominent when she smiled.
He fucked it up. He always fucked it up. He was never meant to be with her, her soul too pure to be tainted by all that he’s done.
He picked up another picture from the pile scattered across the table tucked in the corner of his room. His mind wandered to the day it was taken, his hand tightened on the bottle resting on his lap.
He had picked her up from work after driving hours to see her. He did his best to come back whenever he could. He always looked forward to the way her eyes lit up when he walked up the doorstep of her house. This time he hadn’t told her he was coming to town. He had parked his car next to her own, leaning up against it as he waited for her.
He remembers the way she fumbled through her purse, not even noticing him waiting for her. She had stopped dead in her tracks when she finally looked up to meet his eyes, it was like she was trying to make sure it was really him.
“Hey sweetheart.” He let out, the smile that formed on her face made his heart race. She ran towards him, throwing herself into his arms. He always caught her, until the day he didn’t.
“You told me you despise
Everything that I’ve become
How we always turn into
All the things we’re running from”
Have You Seen My Flannel?
Pairing | Dean Winchester x reader
Warnings | mention of injury, alcohol, mostly just fluffy
Prompt | “Have you seen my flannel?” “Noo…” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?” (Original prompt was hoodie, but this is for Supernatural, so I think this was a natural little change)
A/N | Just a oneshot, cause I really liked this prompt. I promise, I will be writing things other than fluff in the future! First time writing anything in Dean’s POV, but I wanted to try my hand at it, even if it isn’t much, since I really like reading it. Feedback always welcome.
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Seeing Red
Description: Reader is at that time of the month.
Pairing: Dean x F!Reader, Sam x Reader (platonic)
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader
Warnings: Fluff, Violence, Language
Beta: None
Divider by: @firefly-graphics
God everything hurt. Y/N groaned as she got out of bed. She winced and placed her hand on her abdomen as a sharp pain hit her. Walking to the bathroom she cursed. There in the toilet nothing but a bright red liquid.
“Fucking great,” she cursed.
She shook her head frustrated that it was hurting this much. Most of the time, it was a piece of cake, hardly any pain and little flow. But for some reason, this time around mother nature decided to give her a big fuck you. Grabbing her essentials she tried to suck it up. It would be fine, she could handle one tough, heavy period, right?
Wrong, she was so wrong. She tried to act as normal as possible, but everything irritated her and she was moodier than usual.
“Sweetheart,” Dean raised an eyebrow at her. “You doing okay?”
“I’m fine,” she growled. “Do we have any chocolate?” she placed her head on the table. “Or a hunt? I need to kill some monsters.”
Dean gave a shrug, he figured she had gone out and someone had soured her mood. Sam was still thinking of the last hunt where she had missed her shot and almost let the monster get away. Both boys thought Y/N was putting too much pressure on herself. Closing her eyes she smiled when Sam had found a hit on the hunt. The trip she tried to act normal, but she was irritated by Dean’s singing and Sam pointing out that Dean should let him drive.
“Can both of you just SHUT UP! YOU ARE BOTH GIVING ME A MIGRAINE AND THE LAST THING I NEED IS TO BE ANNOYED BECAUSE YOU TO ARGUE ABOUT THE SAME STUPID SHIT DAY IN AND DAY OUT!” she took in a heaving breath after her outburst.
“Uh, You okay back there Y/N?” Dean glanced at her through the rearview mirror. He tried to read her body language, he knew there was something off.
“I just want to quietly listen to Sabbath while we head to our hunt,” she moaned, “Is that too much to ask for?”
“I guess not,” Dean glanced over at Sam who shrugged his shoulders.
For the rest of the ride, Y/N had her hand over her eyes trying to focus on Ozzy’s voice. When the man was not singing he sounded like he had marbles in his mouth, but damn could he sing. Y/N sighed in relief when they stopped at the motel, but frowned when she noticed they got one room.
“One room?” she looked at the boys.
“Yeah, sorry Y/N,” Sam rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s one of those times, and we haven’t really hustled for money in a while.”
Y/N let out a breath and rolled her eyes, “fine.”
Sam looked at Dean who looked deep in thought as he looked at Y/N. Dean rolled his eyes as he watched Y/N work on cleaning her weapons for the hunt. After an hour and a half of research, the group was ready to gank their latest monster. Dean was going over the plan and paused when Y/N gave a scoff.
“Yeah, you guys go in guns blazing and I get stuck on car babysitting duty,” she shook her head, “fun.”
“You don’t like it, you can stay behind and leave,” Dean shrugged.
“I’m going,” she growled. “You are nothing but an ass Dean, I’ve saved your ass one too many times.” she shook her head. “Maybe I should let you bleed out next time.”
Grabbing her gear she made her way out the door to wait by the Impala. Her cramps were really getting on her nerves and nothing she took was helping to ease the pain. Not to mention the bouts of nausea the damn cramps were giving her. Fucking Winchester trying to sideline her again. He’s was mistaken if he thought she was just going to sit back
Once they made it to their destination, Dean and Sam began arguing over the logistics of how they were going to gank the monster. With a roll of her eyes, Y/N grabbed her weapons and moved away from the two men, they were so narcissistic and wrapped up in themselves they never noticed her going in. A few vamps was nothing to Y/N, a milk run for her. Once she got through the door, the machete went swinging. Heads rolled and Y/N was unstoppable. The anger and rage from her own hormones, fueling the way she moved. It was almost therapeutic.
Almost.
No matter how many heads she chopped, the cramps continued to stab at her. As she finished the last vamp, the bout of nausea returned, making her rush to the nearest corner and emptying the contents in her stomach.
“What the fuck, Y/N?!” Dean cried as he looked around. Not a single vamp was spared.
“You two were arguing and we had a job to do so I did it,” she grumbled, cleaning her mouth with the back of her hand. “I need to go back to the motel and fucking lay down,” she mumbled to herself pushing past them.
“You know, you’ve had a real shitty attitude the whole damn day,” Dean pointed out. “If I knew today was the day you would be a bitch I would have left you in the damn bunker.”
“Bite me, Winchester,” she spat, flipping him off as she put away her weapon and climbed into the back seat to lay down.
The cramps were now mocking her, the pain making her curl up and moan. She bit her lip to hide it but failed to notice the younger Winchester observing her. She didn’t see the way his brows furrowed before realization hit his face.
“Uh, dean,” Sam hesitated as he walked up to his brother. “I think Y/N is going through--”
“What? Through what Sam? She’s been nothing but a bitch.” Dean cried trying to brush Sam off, “She woke up on the wrong side of the bed and has been nothing but--”
“She has her period, Dean,” Sam rubbed his eyes and sighed, “it’s been a while since we’ve both lived with women but I can’t believe we’ve been that dense,” Sam sighed. “Should have noticed it when she got annoyed at every little thing.”
“Oh,” Dean shifted his gaze away from Sam and looked down at the ground, “well… I mean… Okay, so we should--”
“Yeah,” Sam agreed.
“Okay we get to the motel, I’ll make a list of her favorites and you can go ahead and get them,” Dean ordered.
“Me? Why me?” Sam scoffed.
“Because I’m the one that was an ass to her,” Dean pointed out, “and I want to make it right.”
‘And I need to try and make it up to her.’ he thought before walking towards the impala to drive them back to their motel.
The drive was quick and smooth but as soon as they got in, Y/N grabbed her bag and made her way to the bathroom slamming the door behind her. Dean took it as an opportunity to send Sam for supplies and he made himself useful by looking for everything he could to make Y/N comfortable. Even going so far as to reach for his secret stash of candy to give her. He couldn’t deny that Y/N taking out a whole vamps nest wa hot as fuck, but the fear that something could have gone wrong plagued his mind.
Emerging from the bathroom, refreshed from her shower, Y/N froze at what Dean had done. He pulled down the covers of his bed and waited with hands behind his back, a smile on his face.
“What are you up to?” she asked, suspicious of Dean’s intentions.
“I figured out what’s going on,” Dean sighed, “you know you don’t have to hide when you’re going through your--”
“Oh God,” she groaned. “Look it’s just heavier and bitchier than usual okay. I know I was cranky and I should have been careful--” she was silenced by Dean’s lips on hers.
“Sorry, Sam’s gone and I have no idea when he’ll be back and I wanted to just make sure you knew that I’ve liked you for a long while.” he led her to the bed helping her climb in before settling in next to her. “So we’re going to watch any movie you want and I also have candy.”
“Better be chocolate or I’m cutting your nuts off,” she grumbled.
Dean furrowed his eyebrows before giving her his signature bitch face, “Really? You really had to say that?”
Y/N let out a giggle before snuggling close to him, “sorry had to remind you not to mess with me.”
“Me, mess with you? Never,” he chuckled, “I save it all for Sammy.” He sighed as she placed her head on his chest, “you know you can always tell us when you’re having your usual monthly visitor.” Dean said as he kissed the top of her head.
“It’s just-- embarrassing. I can handle killing monsters, drinking and cursing like a sailor, but I bleed for a few days and I’m all ---I don’t know just weird about it,” she admitted.
“Well, now you know,” Dean said as they watched her favorite movie and shared a chocolate bar between them before Sam came in with comfort food, and everything Y/N needed.
By the end of the night, Dean had curled up with her, a heating pad on her abdomen and his hand holding it in place. Once he was sure she was asleep, he removed the pad and shut it off, but put his hand back on her abdomen gently rubbing circles on it. There wasn’t anything Dean wouldn’t do for Y/N, and if making her feel better during her worst days as a woman, then he’d rush through an entire mob of monsters to make sure she was okay.
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I’ll Be Home For Christmas
Summary: A near death experience is enough to make anyone sort out their priorities, and Dean just wants to go home to her…
Warnings: Season 15 spoilers? Alternat ending. Angst. Nervous Dean. Fluff if you know where to look. I’m sure language is in there somewhere.
Written For: @spnchristmasbingo
Prompt: Coming Home For Christmas
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 1863
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Enjoy!
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Dean swallowed thickly as he rounded the corner of the unfamiliar suburban neighborhood. Christmas lights and decorations twinkled in the fading light of another day from various yards of similarly styled houses. Some are more grandiose than others, but still, mostly the same style, very vanilla. The lawns were all manicured to perfection. Not a blade of unnaturally green grass was out of place. It was immaculately, and he felt as though he was the only damaged, unfitting piece to this picturesque place.
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Y/N: "I'm a simple woman, I only want three things. Orgasms, coffee and pickles.... Not in that order"
Sam looking horrified "Wait why are you telling me..."
Dean grabbing a pen and paper "Orgasms, coffee... And what was the last thing sweetheart?"
Castiel being unbothered: "pickles Dean"
Dean nodding finishing his list: "now if you'll excuse me I need to do some grocery shopping for some things"
Y/N and Sam looking shocked, Castiel thinking humans are confusing.
Hello Boys Warnings:none that i can think of ------------------------------------------------- No pairings
You had been on a hunt with the Winchesters , tracking down a couple of shapeshifters to an abandoned building, when you had split from the brothers , right in the middle of a show-down, to chase one of the slimy buggers ,that had bolted at the sight of Sam and Dean.
"Oi , Y/N get your ass back here!"Dean gruffly said as he fought of one of the three monsters,Sam grunting as he fought of the second.
"I'll be back in a sec' ,pretty boy ,don't wait up"you shouted back, chasing after the one that had gotten away
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Now ,you were semi- new in the world of hunting the things that went bump in the night , but you did have at least enough knowledge and training (courtesy of both brothers themselves) to know how to kill them. So when your escapee had jumped out at you from behind a corner, you hadn't imagined too see yourself staring right back , the creepy image shaking you to the core as it raised it's arms above it's head and slammed down, lodging something sharp right into your chest as you gasped.
Looking up , you locked your eyes onto your clone as you slowly pulled the foreign object from within the small cavity it had made in your skin ,blinking up at the creature slyly, you let your eyes flicker shut before opening them again,black inky irises stared at the shape-shifting creature as it's face , no, your face morphed into one of panic and confusion.
Smirking, your eyes glazed over before you whispered..
"Now, now, I know you damn freaks want a piece of the Winchesters, but darling , you can't touch what's not yours".
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A/N: This is my first time writing anything for one of the fandom bases I'm in and I had a brain fart and this popped up but I don't really know if I like it but oh well, enjoy this little shitfest I've wrote :))
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The Girl Next Door Masterlist
Summary: When Dean’s little brother, Sam, has a life threatening accident and Dean has to move in while he recovers, that means moving in with his brother’s six year old daughter and taking care of them both as long as they need. But what Dean doesn’t expect, is to get to know the girl next door and how a simple misplaced package will change all of their lives forever…
Pairing: Neighbor/Mechanic!Dean x baker!reader
Word Count: ~50K (individual counts in parts)
Warnings: language, car accidents, mentions of injury/death/depression/past suicide attempts, self-worth issues, implied smut & may cause cravings for sweets
A/N: This series is now complete!
Part 1 - Home Sweet Home
Part 2 - The New Normal
Part 3 - Bonfires
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Messy kinda love
Dean x gn!reader
Summary: The reader and the boys go on a vamp hunt.
A/n - Damn it’s been ages since I wrote anything. Especially since loosing my old account :( Honest feedback is really appreciated guys! Need to start writing more again. Hope you enjoy. Also I have not proof read this, so I hope it’s ok!
Warnings - fluffy
Word count - 941
"You're a mess" Dean says a smirk coming over his face, his eyes glistening. Y/n rolls their eyes hard, while wiping away the spot of vamp blood that had landed right their lip.
That morning Sam had walked into the bunker’s kitchen, ”we hage a case” he stated focused on the small phone screen in front of him, glancing up Sam made sure he had everyone's attention. "Its not a big case” he continues, “suspected fangs a few states over. I’ve looked into things it seems there’s about five of them. Should be easy.” He finished, lifting his head up to look at the two other hunters In the room. “What are we waiting for?” Dean responded stuffing the last of his cherry pie in his mouth, “meet by baby in ten minutes” he shouted, running off to get changed into his typical jeans and plain flannel.
Y/n raised their eyebrow at their boyfriend as he disappeared out of sight, “guess I should also get changed” they muttered looking at Sam. “Though I think you need to get changed as well Sammy, Dean won’t be happy if we’re not ready on time.” They said wondering towards the room they shared with Dean. “Its Sam to you!” The tall man responded.
Half an hour later the Winchester brothers and y/n were in baby, Sam taking shotgun, while y/n got to spread out on the back seat, the faint sound of whatever classic rock was playing through the speakers. “ETA is roughly 4 hours” Dean said looking in the rear view mirror, “maybe three and a half”. Not long after that the car drifted back into comfortable silence.
“Right, we’re about 5 minutes away” Sam announced as Dean pulled baby up a stony path, trees surrounding the trio on either side. “It’s a small wooden cabin, rumoured to have about five vamps present, though there could be more we don’t know about.”
“There are two entry points, through the front and the back. Will we be doing the normally formation Dean?” Sam questioned his brother, looking over at the other hunter, who’s green eyes had turned hard as he concentrated on driving up the pebbly road. “Same as normally Sammy” he responded. “Y/n and I’ll take the front, Sammy you take the back. We go in quietly, don’t let them know we’re there. We get in quick, we get out quick, n…”
“No one gets hurt.” Y/n finished off his sentence. “We know Dean, we’ll be fine.” Dean pulled baby into the clearing the cabin becoming visible. It was made of oak logs, rotting and damp, the windows that once existed broken and shattered, a small candle sat on the porch. It looked pitched black inside, though y/n could still make out some figures.
The trio gathered their things, Sam took the colt, while y/n and Dean each grab their trusty machetes. “Everyone know the plan?” Dean whispered, gaining to nods in reply. Sam sets of first towards the back of the cabin, his figure just visible slinking through the darkness, one in place, he gives Dean a hand signal, and y/n knows that it’s their turn. Crouching slightly to avoid being detected, they walked carefully towards the burning candle on the porch, the stones crunching slightly under their boots. Approaching the steps of the porch, Dean lifted his hand, a signal for y/n to stop moving. Y/n obeyed, although they hated being ordered around they knew that it was for the best. Get in quick, get out quick.
Dean was at the door now, he turned his head to look at y/n, nodding his head in their direction he opens the door and slinks into the darkness, y/n following close behind.
Once inside the smell of wet wood and blood overtook their senses. They cabin was closed plan, meaning there were many doors and hiding places. Dean was over in the far corner, when y/n sensed the door next to them moving slightly in the corner of their eyes. Moving quietly they hid behind it, just as it swung open, the vampire spotting Dean and leaping towards him. Dean whipped around, slicing the vamps head clean off its shoulders. It’s body falling to the floor with a thump, while it’s head rolled a little before settling.
“What was that?“ a male voice was heard behind the door, before another vampire appeared in the room. Not long after Dean and y/n had killed three of the five vamps. Finding Sam in the middle of killing the last. Dean let out a sigh of relief, checking y/n over before confirming that everyone was ok. “Job well done! Who wants to get a drink before getting a place to sleep?” Dean questioned. Walking back towards the front door.
But something wasn’t quite right, the faint sound of breathing could be heard. But this breathing didn’t belong to y/n or the brothers. There was an unaccounted being in the room with them, listening, waiting for the right moment to jump. Y/n could feel the hairs on their neck stand up, the breathing glossing over their skin. Pulling out their machete they whipped around slicing the vamps head clean off, just as it’s teeth were about to sink into their skin. It’s blood splatting across the room, little drops landing by the side of their lips.
"You're a mess" Dean says a smirk coming over his face, his eyes glistening. Y/n rolls their eyes hard, while wiping away the spot of vamp blood that had landed right their lip. “I love you too” they respond. “But what I think I’d love more right now is a shower”
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Last updated: 22 08 22
Key: ✓ completed, ♥ ongoing, ☾ angst, ★ fluff, ♡ smut
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Supernatural
Dean x Sam x Winchester reader
Join the hunt | Summary: Ever want to be included in the show, as a Winchester? Wait no more. Follow y/a, Sam and Dean through 15 seasons of saving people, hunting things the family business. ♥ ☾
Dean x reader
Messy kinda love | Summary: The reader and the boys go on a vamp hunt. ✓
Crushing (Part one) | Part two | Summary: y/n has found Dean in a compromising position, Dean has found out about y/n’s crush. Not everything ends well. ✓ ☾
Sam x reader
Creepy Crawly | Summary: The bunker protects the reader and the boys from evil. Well, not from all evil. ✓ ★
Bobby x reader
I love you | Summary: You had gone on a hunt alone, simple salt and burn. But when has a hunter’s life ever been simple? ✓ ☾
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Stranger things (coming soon)
Eddie Munson X reader
Like marmite | Summary: How you and Eddie became secret lovers, after being life long enemies. 18+ ✓ ★ ♡
Crushing
Dean x gn!reader
Summary: y/n has found Dean in a compromising position, Dean has found out about y/n’s crush. Not everything ends well.
a/n: Sorry! I just love some angst sometimes, and I love writing angst. Let me know what you think. Or even request a fic :)
warnings: angst, implied sex/adult themes
word count: 945
“You’ve got to get over this crush thing” Dean yelled, his arms waving up and down in the space between the two of you, the argument escalating. Why oh why did he have to find out the small crush you had been harbouring, which had developed a few months after you first met him.
The argument had started about ten minutes earlier, when you had walked into the bunker, finding Dean on top of a scantily clad woman. Her blonde hair was a mess, sprawled out across the floor, Dean’s hands were in it, grabbing and pulling as he made out with the unknown woman. Her lipstick was smeared all over his face, his shirt was undone, the sleeve halfway down his arm, his belt was unbuckled, and you watched him groan and moan as he grinded his clothed cock against the woman’s leg.
The short gasp and the small wail that you accidently let slip, betrayed your presence in the room. Dean and the woman turning their heads to look at you. You froze, tears welling in your eyes, your fight or flight kicking in, fear and hurt flooding your body. You span around and ran, but as you left you heard Dean sigh, before muttering “I have to deal with this, look I’ll call you later Maria.”
You could hear his feet thumping on the floor behind you, before he aggressively grabbed your arm, pulling you back, a small squeak escaping your lips, as he turned you round to look at him. You didn’t look at him though, you didn’t want to see his face, his green eyes, his slight brown stubble; you didn’t want to see the bright red lipstick stains peppered over his face, you didn’t want to see his swollen lips from the heavy make out session. To be honest you didn’t want to see Dean at all, you wanted the ground to swallow you hole, to go back in time, never meet Dean, never fall in love with him. You just wanted to be alone.
“Look at me y/n!” Dean growled, roughly grabbing your chin, with his hand, a hand that had been touching that woman, and playing with your hair; it made you feel dirty, like you wanted to peel your skin off. You pulled away from his touch, your eyes still not meeting his green ones, the ones that previous to today you could spend hours getting lost in.
“You’ve got to get over this crush thing” Dean yelled, his arms waving up and down in the space between the two of you, the argument escalating. Your heart shattered, it felt like only yesterday when you had fallen asleep in the library and Dean had picked you up and carried you to bed, it felt like only yesterday when he kissed you on head and tucked you on the bed whispering “I love you, y/n”. It felt like only yesterday; but it wasn’t it was two months ago. That night gave you hope, it made your heart flutter, hopes that one day Dean would be your future. But now, that hope has died, the butterflies that lived in your stomach, poisoned leaving you in cramps. The heart flutters you felt before warping and making your heart feel like it would almost stop.
“Look, y/n. I don’t feel… whatever it is I’m supposed to feel for you”
“But you told me you loved me!” You finally found your voice, yelling at him, fury spreading through your veins, covering you body in hard armour. You were going to at least fight for this, fight for the two of you, even if nothing had fully bloomed yet.
“I love you, y/n” He assured, your heart healing slightly, hope bubbling up from the pit it died in, but then he continued. “I love you so much… just not in that way.” You gasped, stepping back slightly like you had been shot, you felt like you had been shot; and Dean was the one pulling the trigger.
“I don’t want to lie to you, y/n. I care about you, I always will, but you and me, are never gonna happen.”
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Every sentence, every word was like another bullet piercing your heart, shattering it into a thousand tiny pieces. Your head starts to spin, bile rising in your throat, a slight burn left in its place. You finally look into your ‘shooters’ eye, the different hues of green swirl together in a mixture of sadness and pity. Dean tries to reach out to comfort you, but you slap his hand away.
He signs, lowering his arm. “y/n” He whispers, “you need to move on.” He finishes, turning around and leaving you alone, in the corridor of the bunker, alone like when you first met him, alone like you have been for most of your life.
Your body gave into the void, it felt like you were falling forever, your knees smashing into the floor, the pain shooting through your body, yet the physical pain hurts less then Dean’s words. You were wounded, but no one could fix you. A thousand pieces it a lot to put back together, and there were some pieces sure to be lost. Leaving a hole, a void never able to be filled. Even if you painted the pieces gold, nothing could mend your broken heart.
You sat on the floor, a puddle of tears surrounding you, hoping that it would get deep enough to drown out your hurt, your fears, your anger. You were alone again, with nothing but a broken heart and the words of the one who loved you bouncing around your head.
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I love you
Dad!Bobby x reader
Summary: You had gone on a hunt alone, simple salt and burn. But when has a hunter’s life ever been simple?
a/n – Sorry, I really like angst fanfics! Hopefully I’ll be able to get part two to join the hunt out next week sometime, but bear with if not as I have a training course for work. Feedback appreciated :)
warnings – angst, demons, bleeding out, blood, blade.
word count: 1109
You had gone on a hunt alone, simple salt and burn. But when has a hunter’s life ever been simple?
“Fuck!” You yelled. You had just finished the salt and burn, the grave glowing oranges and yellows, the ghost haunting and killing young children put to rest, when suddenly a sharp pain stabbed you in the side. You looked down, a blade was stuck in your side, it felt like poison was flooding your body, you could feel your t-shirt getting wet with blood. ‘Fuck! Why are hunts never so simple’ you thought to yourself, the pain becoming more and more unbearable, paralyzing even.
You coughed a little, blood splattering over your hand and dribbling down your face. The coughing moved the blade within you, and a new wave of pain rushed through your body. Whoever or what had gotten you was hidden in the darkness, but you could hear it, footsteps getting closer.
“My, my, my” A deep voice emerged, surrounding you, it sounded as if it was coming from all directions. The creature stepped out in front of you, in body clad in a black crisp suit, dark red splotches scatted on the material. Its hair was slicked back, styled smartly. It emerged from the shadows, into the slight light the salt and burn was casting, blue eyes, switching and turning black, the smell of sulphur and rotten eyes overpowering your senses.
The demon laughed, more like cackled as it walked towards you. If you weren’t incapacitated you would have fought back, but the searing pain froze you to the spot you were stood in. The vessel the demon was occupying was definitely attractive, but that didn’t matter. The demon got closer, until it was a few inches from your face, it grabbed at your face, leaning forward, inhaling your scent. “My, my, my” it repeated again, leaning in towards you, its hot breath ghosting over your ear.
“Who would have thought that I would get the jump on the infamous y/n Singer” it whispered, its voice sweet almost melodic, but the sinister undertone was still there. “I can’t wait to tell your dear old father” it continues, running a finger over your cheek, down to your side, where the hilt on the blade was sticking out of you. Its hand wrapped around it, wiggling it up and down, the pain surging again, as your knees weakened, and you collapsed to the floor with a gasp. The blade puncturing more of your insides as it stayed in the demon’s hand when you fell.
“Oh, yes!” it giggles manically, “I can’t wait to tell dear old daddy, but first you get to suffer” It kicked you in the side, dirt and mucked adding and mixing into your wound. It turned to look at you, smirking before disappearing in a cloud of black smoke. You could feel the blood pouring out of your side faster than before, laying down you curled into a ball, trying to maintain body head. You could hardly feel your hands and feet by now, your body going into shock with the blood loss, but you willed yourself to dig around in your pocket, pulling out the phone, and calling the only man you had on speed dial.
The phone rings a few times, your close to giving up, conserving your energy, when a gruff voice finally answered.
“What have you done now, Idgit” The voice askes, the undertones soft and gentle, caring.
“Dad” you whisper, more blood pouring out of your mouth, you breath in shakily, pain rippling throughout you. “I need to visit you soon; it’s been too long” You try to keep your voice cheerful, not allow him to realise anything is wrong
“What’s wrong y/n” His voice is hard. Of course, you couldn’t fool your dad, of course the infamous Bobby Singer knew when something was wrong. The concern in his voice rolling in waves through the phone, you could imagine him now, standing in the yard, dark eyebrows scrunching in confusion.
“Nothing’s wrong Dad” You squeak out, before a coughing fit overtakes your body, droplets of blood being expelled out of your mouth.
“That’s Bullshit, y/n!” He yells, dad could always tell when you were lying, but you ignored him, continuing with the story, that nothing was wrong.
“I just wanted to call you Dad, it’s been awhile s’all” You whisper, energy draining from your body quicker after you stopped coughing. Though a smile planted itself on your face, thinking of your father and the memories you had with him.
Bobby takes awhile to respond, you can imagine the cogs in his head turning, trying to figure out what was going on and how to help you. But you knew you weren’t long for this world, and you needed to tell him one last thing.
“Dad” you gasped, it was getting harder to breath, your eyesight had started going black around the rims, almost like those stylised photos you saw every so often.
“I love you Dad” Your energy was almost depleted now. Body cold and blue, most of your blood on the floor underneath you. Your ears had started ringing, your brain going foggy. Closing your eyes, it was easier to concentrate on your father’s comforting voice.
“Y/n! What is going on?” He yells down the phone, impatience and fear radiating from his voice.
“I love you Dad” You responded, a happy smile slipping over your face as you got to tell him something you didn’t say often. A hunter’s life was one of gore and hard-faced people, not a life full of lovey moments, though you wished you had said that you loved him more.
You couldn’t open your eyes anymore, eyelids to heavy to move. Your chest felt like the weigh of the world was rested upon it, organs shutting down one by one. Your heart slowing, trying to pump the last remaining blood around your system, your lungs hard inflating with much needed oxygen. It was your time. “I love you, Daddy.” You mustered up the last of your strength, taking the deepest breath you could, before repeating the three little words you wished you had told your father more. Your soul started to slip from your body, the ache in your side becoming more distant, your senses becoming numb, fading. Your dads voice distant, yelling and pleading your name over and over again like a broken record. You smiled as darkness encompassed you, your life slipping away, peace holding your hand as you crossed the line between life and death. Happy as you got to remind your dad that you loved him one last time.
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Crushing part two
Dean x reader
Summary: y/n has found Dean in a compromising position, Dean has found out about y/n’s crush. Not everything ends well.
a/n: I am so sorry this has taken so long! But I got there, busy ass week. Hoping to write more next week and get more things posted. Thank you to @megamall98 for the request.
warnings: angst, sex/adult themes, swearing
word count: 1268
Part one
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God her lips! I couldn’t get enough; they were rosy red and plump they looked just like theirs. Like y/n’s. And by chuck was this woman a good fucking kisser. I close my eyes imaging that I was kissing y/n instead.
It hadn’t taken long for me and the random woman I had picked up in the local bar to arrive back at the bunker. The alcohol I had consumed to forget my love for y/n was rushing through my veins. I probably shouldn’t have driven, I know y/n would kill me if she knew, but I need to forget about her; move on, and this chick on my arm was my answer. As soon as we entered the bunker, we were like teenagers, her body was clad in a little tight black dress, nothing like y/n would wear; it made it easier to separate hook-ups from y/n if they were complete opposites. I pinned her against the wall, my fingers dancing up her thigh, my lips pressing gently then hard, then gentle again against her neck until I reached the right spot and she moaned. My fingers continued their journey, playing with the elastic of her panties, fingers creeping underneath, playing with her clit.
We moved throughout the bunker, from the door to the kitchen to the floor. I pinned her arms above her head, sliding her little black dress up her body, before pulling off her panties. Her blonde hair was splayed around her, like a halo, she looked godly, beautiful even; but no where near as amazing as y/n. I closed my eyes, before peppering her neck with kisses, imagining y/n beneath me, my cock getting harder.
But that’s when the argument started.
A short gasp, followed by the slamming of the front door, gave away to someone intruding. I whipped my head around, and there they were. Fuck, I had forgotten about them; I guess my plan worked. But the flash of hurt, anger, confusion that quickly appeared on their face quickly pulled me to my senses. I clambered up off of the blonde on the floor, noticing tears at the corner of y/n’s eyes, before they suddenly turned around, running off, their feet pounding on the floor.
“Fuck! I’ve really screwed this up” I mutter to myself, pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration. I turn and look at the annoyed blonde, who was no longer attractive and was no longer getting any of me.
“I have to deal with this, look I’ll call you later Maria” I mumble, turning away to follow y/n. I don’t actually know the blondes name to be honest, and I also don’t have her number, but even if I did have her number I’d never call it.
Catching up with y/n is not as easy as it seems. Y/n’s fast, well they should be, they’re a hunter. But I’m taller, and my long legs give my advantage; like a predator chasing its prey. I reach out, my fingers ghosting their arm, but that’s all it take to grab them and yank them into my chest before spinning them around to face my direction. They don’t look at me, head hanging down, I hurt them. I know I hurt them. If I could, I would be theirs in an instant, but we’re hunters, we can’t live the apple pie life. We can’t live their dream.
I want them to look at me, I want to see their beautiful eyes, even if they show all the hurt I’ve caused them. “Look at me y/n” I growl, grabbing their chin gently with my thumb and finger, lifting their head up so their eyes can meet mine. My other hand lifting to move hair out of their face and brushing it behind their ear. Yet, they pulled away, like they were disgusted, grossed out. Like I was the sludge at the bottom of a bin.
“You’ve got to get over this crush thing” I yell harsher than I intend too, my arms waving between the two of us. Little do they know I’ve loved them for ages, but I can’t, we can’t. They want the apple pie life, and I can’t give them that, I want them to be happy, and they’d never be happy with just me. I miss the days where we were close, where I knew they didn’t like me back, where I was the only one getting hurt. Like the day where they fell asleep in the library slumped over a pile of lore books, hair scruffy like a mane around their face, a small dribble of drool escaping their lips, I missed the closeness between us, like when I picked them up, their warmth radiating off of them, their smell invading my senses. I loved the feeling of their skin on my lips as I tucked them into bed, kissing their forehead before whispering “I love you. Y/n” I miss the days where only I was the one getting hurt.
But now I have to break their heart.
“Look, y/n. I don’t feel… whatever it is I’m supposed to feel for you” I mutter, my heart shattering. I wanted nothing more to pin them against the wall and kiss them; tell them, show them how much I love them, but I can’t. They want the apple pie life, and I can’t give them that. So, I lie, through gritted teeth.
“But you told me you loved me!” They yell, eyes red with anger and hurt, oceans of tears pouring down their cheeks. Fuck, they had heard me that night, that’s what started all of this. Why did they have to hear me?
“I love you, y/n” I whisper, I see the hope in their eyes, and it hurts but I had to tell them I love them one last time, before I have to hurt them. “I love you so much…” My heart shatters, this isn’t the way I wanted to confess, damn why did I have to be a hunter, I want to give her that apple pie life! I feel frustrated, angry at myself at my life choices, I wish everything was different. “I love you so much… just not in that way” I finished. They gasped, stepping backwards slightly, stepping away from me, like they were wounded. I wish I could take care of them.
“I don’t want to lie to you, y/n. I care about you, I always will, but you and me, are never gonna happen.” I lie through my teeth. I reach out a hand, trying to at least wipe a few tears away, but they just slap at my hand, my skin starting to turn red from the contact. My hand stings, but the pain doesn’t hurt anywhere near as much as my heart.
I’ve got to finish what I’ve started, rip the plaster off. “Y/n” I sigh, lowering my arm away from them, “You need to move on”.
I can’t look at them any longer, I can’t see the pain I’m causing them, I should be the only one in pain. I leave, turning my back to them, I heard the thump of their body falling to the floor, the loud sobs as I walked away. I felt my hot tears burning my skin, as they break through my outer defences.
I try to convince myself that this is the best for them, for us. They can get the life they wanted, and I’ll go back to the only one being hurt. The way it should be, because Hunters like me, we don’t het happy ever afters.
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30 day writing challenge
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Summary: Using @creativepromptsforwriting 30 day challenge. I have decided to write the different prompts for different characters. Have edited some of the prompts to fit in more with an x reader insert.
Day 1: First kiss | Sam x reader
Day 2: No dialog | Dean x reader
Day 3: Use the words, kitchen, date and music | Eddie x reader
Day 4: pining | Eddie x reader
Day 5: 100 word drabble
Day 6: blackout
Day 7: Use the words, small town, bar, jukebox
Day 8: Finding a new hobby
Day 9: Heated debate
Day 10: Use the title, promises made, promises kept
Day 11: Dancing
Day 12: Explain readers motivation
Day 13: Write about the last thing the reader brought
Day 14: Regret
Day 15: Girls night
Day 16: Thank you
Day 17: Car ride
Day 18: Use a song as a title
Day 19: Write a story about taking the bus and just sitting there till the last station without the need to go anywhere.
Day 20: Write about someone who lost a lot of weight
Day 21: Angst
Day 22: Use the words hearing aids, park bench and deep conversation in your next story.
Day 23: Dreaming
Day 24: Use the words, crown, dance and smile
Day 25: String lights and polaroid's
Day 26: Use the title, Like waves in the ocean
Day 27: Write an ending without a beginning
Day 28: Confessions
Day 29: Nicknames
Day 30: Write about someone getting their first tattoo
Wish, I could have told you sooner
Day 2: No dialogue
Dean x reader
Summary: Dean wishes he had spoke sooner
a/n:I said this would take longer than 30 days XD. Heres day two! Very angsty. I love angst (if you couldnt tell).
warnings: Angst, and more angst
word count: 625
Dean stared at the bright phone screen. The phone displaying all his messages sent to you, the little green text boxes haunting him, teasing him even. Every single one had been sent and delivered, yet never read; and he knew deep down, that they would never be read. Dean was in his own world, nothing around him mattered, he was numb yet felt everything at the same time, though his eyes still stayed fixated on the screen in front of him. It was only when the texts and screen started to become difficult to read and became blurry, did Dean realise he was crying. Tears dropping onto the messages, magnifying the words.
Dean always used to say no chick flick moments. Normally, he kept his heart caged, locked up with his emotions; but today all his rules went out the window. Before he would have scrubbed furiously at his eyes until they were red and raw, but to the point where he knew his tears had been erased. But today he didn’t care. He didn’t care who would see him; he just continued to sit there, allowing his tears to dribble down his cheek before dripping onto the phone screen.
Dean was warm in his suit, he never really dressed for the nines. But today was different. He felt uncomfortable, and restricted. The impala felt smaller and didn’t feel like home. Baby pulled up by the green grass, the driver Dean had hired not speaking a word. Dean clutched at the flowers in his hands, knuckles going red and purple. He could tell he was nervous, his hands were getting sweaty, so he gripped the flowers tighter. He took one last look at his phone, before slipping it into his suit pocket. The inward battle to get out of the car was almost too great, and he nearly asked the driver to turn around, so he could go back to bed; but he knew you would want him to be there. So, he slowly clambered out the car, his legs were wobbly, and he felt like a baby dear learning to walk, but he put one foot in front of the other, walking towards the green grass, to where the others were stood.
It felt like Dean had been stood for hours, yet in reality it was 5 minutes. He spotted his brother first, and bobby. Before he saw the brown stained wood, formed to perfection. It was quiet and no one said a word. Dean was asked if he wanted to help carry you out, but he couldn’t do it. He didn’t want to believe in was you being carried.
He watched as you were lowered softly and gently into your new home. He hardly paid attention to anything else. He felt like someone else was in control of him, almost as this was all a bad dream. He pinched himself yet didn’t wake up. It wasn’t a bad dream; it was a real-life nightmare.
He watched as people started to turn and walk away. He watched as your gravestone was placed, and you were covered with dirt. He watched until he was the last one left. He watched until he collapsed into a heap. Head leaning against the cold stone, which bared your name, Tears gushing down his face, his hands still clenching onto the flowers, like they were the only thing keeping him alive. He cried for hours, until the heavens opened, and his tears were inconspicuous from the rain. He cried for your loss, even when the evening came, and the sun started setting. He cried. He stayed until he was exhausted, his tears running out. He didn’t get to tell you everything he wanted to, and now he never would.
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