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Requested - Dean Winchester x reader with the prompts 19 - “The truth is being with you scares me. But not being with you…terrifies me” and 23 - “Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you.”
Y/N had been hunting with the Winchester’s for a long time, you’d met them whilst you were hunting a nest of vampires and ended up making quite a team. Once they had found out what the vampires had done to your family they opened their home up to you, you had happily accepted the invitation and since then had grown close to them. Whilst you liked both men you had been drawn to Dean more, you went to him when you were scared, when you couldn’t sleep due to nightmares from your past. You shared the bed with him more times than not when the three, sometimes four depending on if Castiel joined, travelled. You knew you were falling for the taller man but also knew nothing could come from it, this life wasn’t for people who thought they could have a slice of happiness, getting to close to someone got you and them hurt but still you couldn’t help soaking up all the hugs, the touches, the lingering glances between Dean and you.
Even with the apocalypse world situation nothing had changed between you and Dean, you were still friends, the best of friends, and nothing more. You joked and flirted, everyone could tell there was something there but you knew Dean was just joking, no matter how much Sam tried to convince you otherwise.
The bunker was currently fuller than usual, Rowena here helping with opening the gate to the apocalypse world, Gabriel recovering and helping were he could, Castiel, Sam and Dean were getting ready to go to the other side. You, however, sat staring at Dean with an angry glare. He had banned you from going, said it was too dangerous which was true but what wasn’t dangerous in this life? You knew when you joined the boys your life would be dangerous, that every action would have a consequence but you wanted to help! You were going to the apocalypse world with or without Dean’s permission, just let him try and stop you.
“Listen, I’m not apologising for protecting you-“ Dean began but was quickly cut off by you protesting, “I don’t need protection Dean Winchester, I’m a big girl and I’m perfectly capable of protecting myself!” Kneeling in front of you Dean sighed before continuing, “I know you can but you haven’t dealt with a threat this big before, Hell, we don’t even know what we’re walking into. You- I won’t let you go in there. I need you too damn much.” You looked at him for a long moment. As much as you wanted the words to mean something, and in any other situation they would, you couldn’t listen to them at the moment. You needed to go with them, help them!
“I’m going with you whether you like it or not.” Your voice was firm as you stood from your chair, pushing past him. He barely stayed balanced in his squatting position before he stood up and went to follow you, only to be stopped by Sam who put his hand on Dean's shoulder and shook his head slightly.
“She’s right, the clock may run out on us.” You heard as you tuned back into the conversation. You knew Castiel and Rowena were right, you hadn’t been to the other world but from what you’d been told it was big and the chance of finding Mary and Jack was, well it was slim.
Looking up you saw Gabriel enter the room, holding a vial of his grace. As Rowena held it up you frowned a confused expression making its way onto yours, and everyone else’s face. With an uneasy look towards Castiel, Rowena used the small amount of grace to finish the spell. As the angels grabbed their blades and Sam and Dean grabbed their bags, you leant against the door frame, your own bag hidden in your room a few doors down.
“I need you to trust me.” Dean said as he came over to you, a hand reaching up to cup your cheek, it took all your strength not to lean into his touch. “I’m not benching you to be an ass, I’m trying to protect you. Hell, I don’t even want Sammy in there. I can’t have both of you in there, I’m sorry Y/N. I really am.”
“You don’t need to be worried about protecting me in there Dean! Sure I haven’t fought archangels like you have but I’ve fought enough creatures to the point where you should know I can handle my own shit. Stop looking at me like a child who told you they want to be an astronaut, I can actually do this.” You were angry, you had been with the Winchester’s for a few years now. Had been through thick and thin with them and still when the biggest fight was here Dean didn’t trust you. You turned and walked out of the room, the older Winchester following you right out.
“I trust you, Y/N, you know I do!” Dean said causing you to scoff, he paused to glare at you before continuing. “Is it that hard to believe I care about you too much?”
“Whatever. Just go, I don’t even care. I’ll just follow your orders and stay here!” He went to respond, looking just as frustrated as you felt, but was cut off by Sam shouting him into the room.
“Y/N, before I go, in case something happens you have to know,” here he paused for a few long moments, “I - I do trust you.” It could have been the many emotions you were feeling but you swore you saw regret in his eyes, like he was telling the truth but not the whole truth. You shrugged it off, rolling your eyes at his retreating figure before following him into the room again.
You all watched as Rowena completed the spell, the portal appeared before collapsing, all you heads titling with it. The group in front of you began arguing about Gabriel’s grace before Castiel started explaining how they needed archangel grace.
“We need Lucifer.” His voice was firm, there was no arguing with the statement, though that didn’t stop them. Your eyes darted towards Sam and then Rowena, feeling sympathy for them both but knowing Castiel was right. Gabriel wasn’t healed and the gate needed to be opened as soon as possible.
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Sam, Dean and Castiel excused themselves to go and discuss things in the kitchen. You left for your bedroom not completely understanding what needed discussing, as much as Sam had reason to despise Lucifer he was the only way that the door to the apocalypse world could be opened.
For the amount of time you had spent with Sam and Dean, you hadn’t had the chance to meet Lucifer. They kept you as far away from him as humanly possible. They had told you what he had done to Cas, to Sam but you weren’t scared of him, well not as much as you probably should’ve been. It sort of made sense, Lucifer wanting to destroy the world his Father made after being put in the cage. That didn’t mean you agreed with what Lucifer had done, just that you could sort of see his side.
The apocalypse world was going to be dangerous, you knew that much. Dean was worried about going in there and that should have been enough to scare you but you couldn’t just sit around and do nothing. You’d lost one family and you refused to sit around and do nothing while this family was in danger.
There was a knock on your door and you looked up to see Castiel leaning against the frame. “Dean wanted to come but I didn’t think you’d want to see him right now.” He said causing you to smile. “Rowena and Gabriel have gone to collect Lucifer. I’d expect them back shortly.”
You nodded at Castiel and told him you’d be out soon before closing the door and double checking your bag. You had guns, extra bullets, a knife, flashlights and your angel blade which you stole from Dean a year or so ago. You planned to go through to the apocalypse world after Sam, Dean, Gabriel and Cas had had time to move. Rowena wouldn’t let you go without a fight but if Lucifer was there then maybe she wouldn’t be as focused on you.
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By the time you walked back into the library, Rowena was grinding the ingredients for the spell again and a man you’d never met before was knelt on the ground. Lucifer, that was Lucifer. He had just started the regain consciousness when you quietly walked in.
“Oh hey Sam,” he smirked before taking in the rest of the room, “oh look at that, all the people I love to torture in the same room.” Then his eyes locked with yours and you raised an eyebrow. “Expect you, whose she? New pet?” He was cut off as Rowena placed the bowl of ingredients under him and he put the pieces together. Your eyes widened as Castiel stepped forward and slit the archangels throat, grace pooling from the wound.
Sam told Lucifer of his plan before Rowena performed the spell again, this time the door was bright and wide and Sam’s plan of draining Lucifer seemed like it would actually work, seemed like something would finally go right for them.
“...Then, when we get back, then we’ll kill you.” Sam said, pointing his figure at the archangel. The unbothered, almost bored, “cool” Lucifer let out made you snort quietly; never piss off a Winchester.
Whilst Sam checked in with Rowena, Dean made his way over to you. “Listen I know you’re still made at me but I need you to know this before I go,” He took a deep breath, moments passed before he looked at you again, ““Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you. If I don’t make it back, I just- I need you to know that, ok?”
Before you could reply Gabriel was asking the group if they were ready and before you knew it each of them passed through the doorway, Dean throwing you one last look over his shoulder. Well now you absolutely needed to go to the apocalypse world, not only to help Jack and Mary but if something happened to Dean, not that you didn’t doubt he’d find a way back from the dead, he wouldn’t know you felt the same about him.
Sometimes you really hated the hunter’s life.
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You sat watching Lucifer stare down at the bowl filled with his grace. He looked slightly defeated before turning his attention to Rowena, beginning to pick at her. You raised your eyebrow as you listened to him, “sort of old-fashioned rightness to it, if you think about it. The men going off to face the trials and glories of war. Woman staying home in the kitchen, where she belongs.” You felt your own fists clench and you had to close your eyes to resist the urge to get up and punch the archangel. As you watched him smile innocently at Rowena you had to give credit to her, she knew how to handle the Devil.
Once he saw he wasn’t getting a reaction out of Rowena he turned to you, smirking when he saw he was already getting a reaction out of you. Rowena placed a hand on your knee, just out of sight of Lucifer, and you took a deep breath knowing you couldn’t let him get to you.
“What about you then? Never tortured you before. Dean Winchester seems fond of you, is that how your relationship works? Dean goes off doing the real work, the man's work and you, what, you stay here like a good little girlfriend? Ready to stitch up his wounds and fetch him drinks all day? Is that it?” You felt Rowena’s grip on you tighten as your jaw clenched painfully. “Oh no that’s not it. You wanted to go, didn’t you? But Dean doesn’t think you’re strong enough, does he?” You focused your attention back on the book in front of you, trying your best not to show Lucifer he was getting to you. He kept prodding but you wouldn’t budge, Rowena’s grip on you helping hold you down.
Again, the lack of reaction caused Lucifer to pause before he started singing obnoxiously. You and Rowena shared a look of exasperation, both ready to be done with the archangel and if you didn’t need him he’d be dead already. You watched Rowena place her hand on her head and hoped the group in the apocalypse world would be quick for her sake, you couldn’t wait until you went across.
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“I told her I loved her, man. I finally confessed and we get dragged into this world before she could say anything, Hell even a rejection would be better than nothing.” Dean sighed, Sam looked at him in sympathy knowing just how long his older brother had been trying to work up the courage to tell Y/N how he felt. It was moments like this were he wished Dean and him could just live a normal life, let Dean be happy for once.
“Let’s just make it through this and then you’ll see her. Trust me, she’s just as crazy about you as you are about her.” Dean didn’t look convinced but shrugged his shoulders; trying to focus on this world and not on his world.
The subject changed onto Dean’s worry about Sam, how he seemed different in this world but that quickly got interrupted by a woman’s scream. Gabriel tried to dissuade them from intervening but saving people was their job.
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Lucifer’s singing carried on before he changed the topic on his last encounter with Rowena. You could see he was getting to her and took this as your chance. Quietly you slipped out of the room, a strong sense of guilt and sympathy for the witch but you knew you had to leave. You grabbed your bag and headed back to the doorway to the apocalypses, pausing before entering the room as you heard Rowena snap. You heard her tell Lucifer that Jack was on the other side, a bad feeling settling in your stomach as you snuck passed and into the doorway.
“Ow!” You cried as you fell face first through the crack. You looked around and felt a chill run up your back, this world was worse than what Sam and Dean had said. You pulled the angel blade from your bag, stuffing it tightly in your boot before pulling the gun out. You looked around, trying to figure out which way to go before you shot around, gun pointed up as you heard something behind you.
“What are you doing here?” You raised an eyebrow as Lucifer questioned you.
“I could ask you the same thing!” You bit back, lowering your gun and pulling the blade from your boot, “you’re meant to be keeping that open!” You yell, pointing to the door.
“Yes, well, change of plans. Apparently my son is in this world and I want him back,” he said before pausing, looking you up and down before smirking, “and you’re going to help me.”
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It was official, you hated Lucifer.
He’d managed to track down which way the Winchester’s and Angels had gone before grabbing your arm and pulling you along. Though he had forced you to take a detour in which he found some of Michael’s angels and drained them off their grace. To think Dean was worried about you coming to this world because of the creatures in it, no, know you had your own personal guard; the bloody Devil himself. The sooner you found him, the better. Not only did you want to be as far away from Lucifer as possible, you also needed to warn them that the gate would close sooner than anticipated thanks to the Devil.
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Lucifer ended up pushing you through a door and into a dark tunnel, thankfully you’d brought your flashlight, using it to try and see where you were. Lucifer and you walked down the cave, cobwebs littering the place as you looked around.
“Keep going.” Lucifer growled like you could possibly go anywhere but forward. On the way you passed multiple beheaded vampires and reached for your regular blade, shoving the gun in your jeans.
“Scared?” Lucifer asked with a smirk. “Not even a little, come on.” You replied with an eye roll, turning the corner. You came onto a space with a few different passages, turning to look at Lucifer. As much as you hated the archangel, he was proving useful in knowing where to go.
“This way.” He said before leading you up one of the dark passages. You gripped your blade tighter, feeling uneasy as you looked around. You could definitely hear growling and from the sounds of it you were getting closer.
Lucifer reached out and grabbed your arm causing you to try and pull away, try being the key word considering his grasp was too strong to break. “Keep quiet.” He said before you ended up in another room, a hand shooting to your head. God you hated when angels did that. Opening your eyes you let out a gasp as you saw Sam laying dead on the floor. You looked to Lucifer who paid you no attention before your focus was back on Sam, who sat up and inhaled deeply.
“Hey Sammy.” You watched as Lucifer took joy in bringing Sam back, knowing he had an advantage over him. Lucifer launched into another of his annoying speeches as Sam tried to comprehend the situation as you stood in the shadows, trying to get over the fact that Sam had died, again.
“The rift. Rowena. Y/N.” You watched as Sam realised the implications of Lucifer being here and not back at the bunker.
Lucifer walked over to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder. “Relax, this one’s safe. I’ve been guarding her the whole time.” He told Sam with an innocent grin. “Rowena’s ok. I was going to kill her but instead she blasted me here but that’s okay because apparently, apparently, my son is here!”
Sam’s eyes flashed to you as Lucifer continued talking. He picked up his bag, ready to leave before Lucifer showed him the vampires he was keeping at bay. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Lucifer was going to Jack and hopefully by this point Jack would be with Dean, Cas and Gabriel. You just hoped Sam came with you, it really was the only way out of here. You watched as Lucifer went to snap his fingers, ready to let the hoard of vampires in.
“What do you want!?” Sam shouted angrily, face showing his emotions clearly. A relationship with his son, that’s what Lucifer claimed to want. Castiel had informed you all of the power this nephilim would hold and how with that power, Lucifer really was unstoppable.
“You’re going to help me. I don’t think he’ll give me a chance unless I come bearing gifts. That’s where you come in, her too but she’s not as important. Hell I could kill you now and it wouldn’t affect my plans.” He said to you, his grip on you tightening. Your eyes darted to Sam’s, betraying the panic you were feeling.
He turned his attention back to Sam, his grip on you not easing. “Apocalypse world, Michaels armies, you really think you and your family can handle that stuff alone. You need me.” Lucifer told him and as much as you hated to admit it, the more archangels you had on your side the better.
“And what if I say no?” Your whole body went cold as Sam said that. You understood him not wanting to work with Lucifer but right now there wasn’t a choice. He’d never get away from the vampires without the help of the archangel. Sam just had to play along long enough to get back to the group.
“All right, let me just make this really really easy, easy enough for even you to understand Sammy. I’m getting to Jack, one way or another. The only question is, you coming?”
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Lucifer kept an arm on you as he pushed Sam forward, letting the group see him first before his dramatic appearance. You hadn’t known the man very long, a day at most, but you hated him. You saw the confusion on Castiel’s face, the smile that spread across Jack’s face and squeezed your eyes shut. Nothing could go right for them, could it?
Once Lucifer could see Sam held everyone’s attention, he pulled you around with him causing the general gaze to shift from Sam to you two. You could see Dean’s face clearly and regretted ever stepping through that doorway.
“Hello, son.” Lucifer smirked. You turned to glare up at Lucifer as he dragged you over to stand near Cas, Gabriel and Jack. You could see the innocent act coming out again as Jack looked at his father.
“How did you get in here?” Castiel asked, his eyes flickering to you in question. You shook your head.
“Oh, she didn’t let me go, no, no, I managed that all on my own. In fact, she came in before me.” You closed your eyes again, looking down at the floor as Lucifer spoke.
Dean stepped forward once Lucifer began to talk to Jack, not allowing the archangel anywhere near him. Lucifer began talking, something he was good at, getting into people’s minds. You could see Jack's face, angry but curious. Once Jack flashed out, Dean began to shout at Lucifer.
After Lucifer had been restrained with handcuffs, Dean’s pulled you away from him and the group.
“What the hell, Y/N!? What were you thinking? First I tell you don’t come in here and then you what? You team up with Lucifer? God, he could have killed you!” Dean shouted angrily, fingers running through short hair.
“I- I know, ok, I know he could have killed me,” your hand went up to your neck where he held you, “I know. I came in here and he was still restrained. I was here for less than two minutes when he came in! I don’t know what happened. I’m not working with Lucifer, Dean I had to, I couldn’t let you come here. If something happened, God Sam died! I saw him dead, that could have been you too! And you wouldn’t have known that I, that I,” You let out a sob as tears fell down your face, it wasn’t often you cried but after everything that had happened you couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down your face.
“Ok, Ok, c’mere,” Dean said as he pulled you in for a hug. “I’m not mad, it’s just I cannot lose you, Y/N/N. God, it bad enough Sam died in here, if I’d lost both of you I couldn’t, I don’t know what I’d do. I didn’t think these would be the circumstances when I confessed but the truth is,” he began, pulling away to wipe at your eyes, making sure you were looking at him before he continued, “being with you scares me. But not being with you…terrifies me.”
“I love you too. I have for so long but in our life, it’s hard to care about someone this much, yet alone love them. But I want that, with you Dean. I really do.” Your tears had started to slow as Dean wiped them before leaning in and kissing you softly. It was sweeter than what you imagined but considering the circumstances, it was exactly what you both needed. It didn’t last long, Dean pulled away and rested his head on your forehead. “I swear when we get back to our world, I’m not letting you go. I’m gonna treat you right.” He wrapped his arm around you before placing a kiss on your head.
There was still a lot to figure about, both with your relationship and the current situation. 31 hours wasn’t a lot of time but if anyone could figure out a way, it was the Winchesters.
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You sat in the bunker, glass in hand as you took in the sight. The bunker was flooded with people from the apocalypse world, Rowena had managed to get everyone back safely, everyone but Gabriel and Lucifer. Your heart ached for Gabriel, all that time on the run, the time spent being tortured by Asmodeus, it would have been nice for him to stay, live his life instead of running. You watched with a fond smile as Sam spoke to Rowena, hopefully the youngest Winchester would let himself have a slice of happiness. Sam moved to stand by Dean and Cas talking quietly before Dean’s gaze moved to you, before he could move to you apocalypse world Bobby took a minute to toast Sam and Dean.
“Hey. There’s a diner not too far away. How’d you guys feel about burgers?” Mary asked the group, Jack, Sam, Cas, Dean and you. After everyone approved you all headed to the garage. It was a tight squeeze in the back but you and Dean rode up front, hands intertwined tightly together. Looking behind you, you saw Sam looking between you with a grin on his face. Sometimes, in moments like this, you could pretend things were normal, like you hadn’t just been in an entirely different universe. Like you were allowed to be happy. You rested your head on Dean’s shoulder and he placed a kiss upon your head before turning his attention back to the road.
Maybe you couldn’t have that white picket fence, apple pie life but looking around the Impala you realised, maybe you don’t need that to be happy and have a family. As long as you were together, you were happy even fighting side by side chopping off vampires heads and killing other worldly angels. Being with Dean, being happy with Dean, scared you. But not being with him...terrifies you.
Keep Me Closer (Part One)
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Warnings - Mentions of death (minor characters)
Pairings - Pre Sam Winchester x Reader
Requested - @may85 ~ Hey Hun! Can I get 11 and 14 with Sam Winchester please? 👻
Prompts - 11 - “Hey, keep your eyes on me.” Is it behind me? “Just, just look at me, yeah, everything’s going to be OK.” & 14 “So we’re dealing with a (supernatural creature), great, just great!”
It started with one death, the death of Amelia Smith, she’d been your roommate and had been bullied terribly. You hadn’t helped much but you still felt the overwhelming guilt when you had read she had killed herself.
Since then the people who bullied her had started going missing and then turning up dead, looking like they’d been severely tortured beforehand. You couldn’t help but think it was more than just a creepy coincidence but you couldn’t think of reasonable explanation for the deaths.
There were at least seven main bullies, so far three of them had turned up dead. After reading reports that were being released to the public it seemed that the girls went missing for three days before showing it, it was one of the many consistencies in all the deaths. Each victim had had her tongue cut off and significant blood loss.
It was safe to say you were ready to flee town.
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“New case Sammy, not sure what we’re dealing with yet but it’s definitely our type of gig.” Dean said as he walked into the motel they were staying at.
“Oh yeah?” Sam asked, not looking up from his laptop.
“Yeah, so people have been going missing, so far all college girls, for three days and showing up dead with no tongue and their intestines twisted into knots.” Here Sam looked up with a disgusted look causing Dean to nod in agreement. “They’ve also got stab wounds. So you ready to head out?”
“Yeah sure. Hey, where’s the case?” Sam questioned as he closed the laptop and began packing up his belongings, Dean following in suit.
“Stanford University.” Dean told him with a grin. Sam’s eyes widened and he looked like he was going to protest but Dean was quick to interrupt. “It’ll be alright Sammy, no demons, should be an easy case. In and out.”
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Something was definitely happening at Stanford. Another girl had gone missing, it was the second day since she’d been reported gone and the police were no closer to finding her than they were the other girls, meaning the fourth girl was probably going to show up dead tomorrow.
A knock on your door made you stop working on the project you had due in next week. Even though everything seemed to be going to hell you still needed the grades and couldn’t let this affect your life.
“Hi there, I’m Agent Mercury, he’s Agent Taylor, FBI, we’re here to ask you some questions about a Miss Amelia Smith. Do you have a moment?” The smaller of the two spoke but you ignored him in favour of looking at the taller.
“Agent Taylor, huh?” You asked, voice full of humour. “Gotta say I preferred Winchester.” You saw the confusion on ‘Agent Mercury’s’ face whereas Sam looked at you with a wide smile, albeit a bit shocked.
“Y/N?” He asked, stepping past his friend and over to you. You instantly wrapped him in a hug, not realising until now how much you’d missed your friend. Sure you had kept in contact with one another after he left but it wasn’t the same. He pulled out of the hug and before he could talk you began to question him.
“What’re you doing here? What’s with the fake FBI act? Are you staying? Did you hear about the killings?” Sam placed a hand on your shoulder and shushed you with a grin.
“Let’s go inside and talk yeah? By the way, that’s my brother Dean.” He told you before entering your room fully and taking a seat at your desk chair. You gestured for his brother to come in too and he took a seat on the edge of your bed.
“So what’s going on?” You asked Sam.
“Well, we think we can help with the investigation they’re doing on Amelia, hence the fake FBI act. Can you tell us anything at all about the deaths?” You couldn’t help but be a bit shocked that former law student, who managed to get a full scholarship to Stanford, Sam Winchester was now breaking many laws by pretending to be the FBI but didn’t question it for now, it could wait.
“Well Amelia was my roommate. We knew each other for about a year, she was in my class, the criminal law one. Um, there’s one thing I noticed, the girls that have been going missing and then showing up dead used to bully her a lot. I knew about it, hard not to when you were living with her but I didn’t do anything about it. I tried to be there for her but she was too far gone and then one day she killed herself, few days after that the deaths started happening.” You watched as Sam and Dean looked at each other, wordlessly conversing and understanding everything the other said. Dean shrugged and turned to you.
“Thank you, Y/N, you’ve been very helpful. C’mon Sam, we gotta go.” Dean said as he stood up and headed to the door.
“Wait, you’re just leaving?” You asked looking at Sam.
“We’re in town for a few days but then, yeah, we’ll probably head out.” He told you with a slight frown, making no move to leave your room.
“What happened to you? I know Jess died and I know you couldn’t stand to be here, hell I get that but what happened after that? You’re going around pretending to be the FBI! That’s not the Sam Winchester I knew!” You snapped, wanting answers from your friend.
“I can’t tell you because it’s better you don’t know and you wouldn’t believe me anyway.” He told you cryptically.
“Seriously, that’s all I get. Come on Sam, tell me what you’ve been doing since you left.” You were frustrated, you cared about him and knew him when he was happy and ready to get through law school, ready to have a life.
“I can’t!” He snapped at you.
“Why?” You snapped back, aware his brother had stepped forward to attempt to defuse the situation.
“Because if I tell you, you’ll end up like Jessica!” Sam yelled, his breathing heavy and his eyes misted over. You quickly became quiet, reaching out to hold his hand.
“Sam, you gottta tell me what you’re doing. I’m worried about you.” You pleaded with him softly.
“I can’t, I’m sorry but I can’t.” With that he stood up and left the room causing you to look down with a sad, defeated look.
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“You ok?” Dean asked after a long period of silence, they had left the flat you were at and found at motel before beginning their research.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Sam lied knowing it was pointless because Dean could see through him.
“Yeah, stupid question. Let’s just finish this case and get the hell out of here.” He said, holding his beer bottle up to Sam.
“I’ll drink to that.” With a clink of the bottles the boys gulped down their drinks.
Sam scrolled through pages of lore before coming across one that sounded promising. He read over the article a few times before mentioning it to Dean but it was all there, the cutting of the tongue, knotted intestines, puncture wounds.
“I think I found what we’re dealing with.” He announced, causing Dean to look up and close his laptop slightly, “It sounds like it’s a Kanaima.”
“A kana-what?” Dean asked, eyebrows knitted together as he tried to remember if he’d read about it in dad’s journal.
“A Kanaima. The lore says Kanaima are avenging spirits or humans possessed by said spirits. Kanaima are shape-shifters and can appear in a variety of forms. Kanaima attack and kill their victims in retaliation for some injustice. In order to accomplish their goal, Kanaima will possess the bodies of animals or people. In such possessed form the host becomes enraged, wild, and will violently attack it’s victims. Kanaima are not above harming or killing the friends, family, and loved-ones of it’s victim. They live in the forests and become feral. An interesting aspect of the Kanaima is that it seeks the painful suffering of it’s victim and will not kill its victim outright. Instead, the Kanaima works it so that the victim dies a painful death three days after it’s attack. During this process the Kanaima slashes the tongue of its victim so that he/she cannot speak of what is occurring. Victims of the Kanaima often die from having their intestines twisted up into knots. The Kanaima must perform a strange ritual that includes the ingesting of the victims blood on the third night after the death of the victim. The ritual includes the stabbing of the corpse with a special staff or stick of wood and then licking-off the blood or fluids clinging to the stick when it is pulled from the body.”
““So we’re dealing with a Kanaima, great, just great! Does it say how to kill it?” Dean asked, taking another swig of his drink.
“Um, defences against a Kanaima are…unknown.” Sam finished with a sigh.
“I’ll call Bobby to start researching and we can go hunt ourselves a Kanaima.”
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Taking a short cut through the woods was probably one of the worst ideas you’d had. Everything looked so much more threatening when one was alone in the woods after sun down and every noise made you jump. Though you knew you were alone you couldn’t help but feel like you were being watched and it sent a shiver up your shine.
You were so close to the forests exit when something grabbed you from behind, you let out a piercing scream before a large hand placed itself over your mouth, effectively cutting off your scream.
“Relax, it’s me.” The hand on your shoulder turned you around and you came face to face with Sam, glaring at him instantly.
“Dude! Who grabs somebody in the woods!” You fumed, turning you glare onto his brother who was still laughing from your fright.
“Sorry but what are you doing in the woods alone!? People are going missing and you’re just-” Sam cut himself off when a loud scream could be heard. He took one look at Dean and the pair were instantly running towards the source.
“Stay there!” Sam yelled over his shoulder and, yeah, like hell you were just going to stay here alone. The safer option would be to stick with the two people who seemed to have some clue of what was going on.
You quickly caught up with them but the three of you came to a halt when you saw a women with greasy, untamed hair, ripped clothing and dirt on her skin. Your eyes left her and you saw the fourth missing girl, blood trickling from her mouth causing you to assume the scream was from her tongue being cut out.
“Oh my God.” You muttered, face turning dangerously pale. Sam and Dean whipped around to face you with angry eyes.
“What part of stay there didn’t you get?” Dean snapped before look back at the two women. Sam was looking at you with concern but you couldn’t look away from the scene in front of you. The dirty women hadn’t noticed you yet and neither had the fourth missing girl.
“Did Bobby get back to you yet?” Sam asked urgently.
“Yeah, I got it here.” Dean replied unzipping his bag and pulling out two silver knives dipped in what looked like blood, the thought made you grimace.
“One stab to the heart, one to the head.” Dean told him as he passed Sam the knife.
“You take the head, I’ll get the heart and you,” he said turning to you, “please stay there.” You nodded at him, not daring to speak in fear on what could happen.
You watched as Sam and Dean crept forward and the woman let out and screech that was definitely not human before fleeing past them. They began to look around frantically before Dean’s gaze froze on you.
“Sam.” Dean’s voice was croaky as he got Sam’s attention, Sam immediately looked towards you his own eyes widening.
“Hey, keep your eyes on me.” Sam told you, his voice shaking as he looked sickly pale.
“Is it behind me?” You asked frightfully. Sam gulped before answering.
“Just, just look at me, yeah, everything’s going to be OK.” Behind you the Kanaima had pulled out the bow and arrow the lore had mentioned and was getting ready to shoot it at you before Dean snuck up behind it just in time to stab the knife through the Kanaima’s head and quickly through the heart.
Sam’s whole body physically relaxed as he let out a sigh of relief which told you everything you needed to know, you were safe.
“Oh my God.” You muttered again and Sam took a few steps forward before wrapping his arms around your shaking body.
“It’s ok, you’re ok, it’s ok, you’re good.” Sam muttered into your hair, gripping you tightly as though you would disappear. You appreciated the tight grip he had on you, needing the support right now.
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Dean had called in the police and the three of you fled the scene before the showed up. The three of you were now sat in the boys motel room, a hot drink in each of your hands.
“So you’re telling me that monsters and all that Supernatural stuff really exists?” You asked sceptically.
“Yeah. Jessica was killed by the same demon that killed our mom and ever since I left Stanford we’ve been saving people, hunting things, the family business.” He told you with a slight laugh, you saw the smile Dean had on his face, a sad smile, as he looked at his brother.
“That’s insane!” You exclaimed, “I mean, demons, ghosts, Kanaima’s. Are vampires real? What about werewolves?” You questioned rapidly causing Sam to laugh.
“Yeah, yeah, vampires, demons, they’re all real.” He told you with a grin.
“So you’re going to be gone soon? Back on the road?” You asked, the relaxed atmosphere becoming more serious.
“Yeah I am. This is my life now and, yeah, it’s not always great but I love it.” He told you sincerely before continuing, “but I promise I’ll come down here more often and visit, I didn’t realise just how much I missed you until I came back.” You smiled softly at him before telling him you missed him too and he better come back.
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Saying goodbye to Sam was harder than you’d thought it’d be. The boys dropped you back off at Stanford, Sam getting out of the car with you and walking you to the doors of the building.
“This isn’t goodbye you know, I’ll see you around Agent Taylor.” You told him with a smirk.
“Oh trust me, I’m counting on it, Miss Y/L/N.” He replied before his eyes turned sad.
“Hey, none of that. You have my number, you know where I live. Just, just make sure you keep your promise and come visit, yeah? And don’t leave it until there’s a few deaths, visit whenever you want.” You told him seriously and he nodded at you.
“I will, I promise I’ll be back. See you soon,Y/N.” He said as he wrapped you in a tight hug and placed a kiss on you head. You waved him off as he walked back to the Impala, a small smile threatening to break into a grin played on your face.
“See you soon, Sam Winchester.”
I Wish That I Was Good Enough
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Warnings - Season 15 spoilers, episode 3 spoilers - please don’t read if you haven’t watched episode 3, I really don’t want to be the reason that it has been spoiled for you! Angst.
Requested - anon - please do one were the reader comforts cas and goes off with him after that mess of an episode!! Please
Hunting with the Winchesters had never been easy, there was always a next big threat but somehow the lot of you had managed. Right now as you sat in the car on the way back to the bunker, the tension thick and uncomfortable, you wondered how you were going to survive. Sure Rowena had sacrificed herself but you knew it wouldn’t be that easy, something big was yet to come. Tears filled your eyes as you thought of Rowena but you quickly blinked them away, this wasn’t the time for tears, you could cry when you were alone.
Sam was sat quietly, staring out of the window, Dean’s hands were turning white as he gripped the wheel angrily, Castiel sat next to you alternating between looking at Sam in concern and Dean in sadness. Without drawing too much attention to yourself you reached over and grabbed Castiel’s hand in yours, you knew Dean blamed him but you also trusted that Castiel did what he had to do and knowing that he had killed Belphegor, who was wearing Jack’s corpse taking away the slight hope Jack would come back, well that had you believing in Castiel’s decision even more.
The drive back to the bunker dragged but eventually you were all climbing out of the car and separating from the entrance. You watched as Castiel and Sam wandered off down the hall, parting ways quickly. Dean stood slightly in front of you, concern written clearly on his features as his eyes followed his little brother. He let out a sigh before following Sam, leaving you to stand alone. You decided that you’d find Castiel, Dean was comforting Sam so that was covered but Castiel needed somebody too.
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“I killed him.” Castiel told you before you had a chance to speak.
“Yeah I know but I don’t think you would’ve done it unless you had to.” You told him honestly, you still didn’t know exactly what had gone down but you believed what you said.
“He was going to consume every soul, take over Hell, Earth, everything. I couldn’t- Y/N, I couldn’t let him. I’m sorry about Rowena, truly I am, but-” Castiel’s voice was heavy with emotion causing you to frown and step into the room, you sat next to him and took his hand in yours.
“Things always go wrong, nothing goes to plan, not with the Winchesters. But we improvise and we make it work. I’m sorry about Rowena too, she was my friend and I’ll miss her everyday but she made that decision. And Belphegor, he was a demon, he was always going to betray us. You can’t beat yourself up over this Cas.” With a sigh, Castiel turned to you looking utterly broken and you quickly wrapped him in a tight hug. He let you hug him, taking comfort in the tight hold you had on him as he hugged you back before letting go after only a few moments.
“I should go and speak to Dean.” He informed you as he pulled away from you.
“You think that’s a good idea, Cas? Why not let him cool off?” You tried but knew it was useless, Castiel wouldn’t feel any better until he at least explained himself to Dean.
“No, no, I should go now. Thank you Y/N.” With that he left the room and you couldn’t help but frown in worry at his retreating figure.
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“Something went wrong, you know this, something always goes wrong.” You heard Castiel tell Dean, you weren’t intentionally eavesdropping but you didn’t want to enter the room now either.
“Yeah why does that something always seem to be you?” You heard Dean ask and barely managed to conceal the gasp that left your lips. That was a low blow and Dean had to know it. You could just about see Cas and watched the emotions he was feeling play out on his face, your heart broke for him.
The silence between them was uncomfortable and you just about managed to stop yourself from going into the room to defuse the situation, as messy and cruel as it was they needed to get everything out there. The feelings Dean was carrying around towards Castiel were interfering with everything.
“You used to trust me,” your heart sank further as you listen to Castiel, “give me the benefit of the doubt. Now you can barely look at me. My powers are failing, and I've tried to talk to you, over and over, and you just don't want to hear it. You don't care. I'm dead to you. You still blame me for Mary. Well, I don't think there's anything left to say.”
“Where you going?” Dean asked and you leaned in wanting to know that exact thing.
“Jack’s dead. Chuck’s gone. You and Sam have each other. Y/N has you both. I think it’s time for me to move on.”
Your eyes filled with tears as you heard Castiel, he considered you family and believing that none of you cared for him, that you were just using him broke your heart. Dean, Sam and you all cared deeply for Castiel no matter what Dean made him believe. Watching Castiel walk out of the door was one of the hardest things you’d witnessed, this coming from a hunter who had seen a whole lot of bad, terrifying, heart wrenching things.
Dean’s eyes were watery when you stepped into the room. He looked up and frowned when he saw the tears sliding down your face with no show of stopping.
“Y/N.” He started, reaching out to gently grab your arm but you shoved him away.
“How dare you! You know Castiel would do anything for the Winchester’s, sure he’s fucked up in the past and I’m sorry about your mom, OK, but the way you treated him-” Here you cut yourself off, reaching up to angrily rub the tears from your cheeks before turning away and following the same route Castiel had just taken.
“Hey, where- Y/N, where are you going?” He asked, face hardening as to not portray anything he was feeling though the red around his eyes stood out.
“I’m going with Castiel.” You told him, your tone harsh.
“Y/N!” Dean called but you were quick to leave the bunker, not even bothering to pack a bag. You had to find Castiel.
Luckily he was still outside the bunker, looking paler and more tired than you’d seen him. Quickly you made you way over to him and wrapped him in another hug, he jolted slightly in your arms, not expecting anyone to have followed him out.
“What are you doing out here?” Castiel asked, voice thick with emotion.
“I heard you and Dean. He had no right to treat you like that Cas-”
“He has every right, he blames me for Mary. Nothing I can do will make that right with him.” He told you, cutting you off.
“Cas-” You tried but he just shook his head.
“You should go back inside, I will be leaving but I am glad to have seen you one last time.” The sadness was so prominent in his voice causing you to frown and squeeze him tighter.
“I’m not leaving you Castiel, so you either come back inside with me or we both leave. It’s your choice.” You told him, leaving absolutely no room for argument.
“Y/N, I couldn’t ask you to-”
“You’re not asking me to do anything Cas, I want to be with you.” You told him, trying desperately to convey your sincerity. You loved the Winchester boys, they were family to you but so was Castiel and he was right, they had each other, it was the way it was suppose to be. Sam and Dean Winchester running the family business, no Castiel, no Y/N. That’s the way the story was supposed to be.
“I cannot go back.” Cas told you causing you to nod and pull away.
“Well then angel, let’s go on our own adventure.” You smiled weakly at him and held your hand out, the smile becoming more genuine as he took your hand in his.
“Where to?” Castiel asked you with his own sad smile.
“Anywhere.” You grinned at him.
You knew that the fight God himself had started was far from over but if the world was going to end then you were going to live life to the fullest and make damn well sure that Castiel did the same. In the life you all lived you couldn’t have regrets, knowing any day would be the last. Castiel squeezed your hand and with that the two of you started a new adventure, one neither of you had ever had before.
No Beer - Jack x Reader
Summary: Jack sees you and the brothers take a drink of beer and he copies them but only to get his beer taken off
3RD POV The brothers, (Y/N) and Jack sit at a booth with burgers, fries and beers in front of them, a salad on the side for Sam. "So, get th-" Sam gets cut off by Dean. "I swear if you finish that sentence, you'll never get to say it again."
"Bitch."
"Jerk."
"Okay, shut the fuck up, both of you." (Y/N) lean against the table. They both nod at what she said.
(Y/N), Dean and Sam take their beers and all take a gulp, Jack copying and doing the same. (Y/N) hums a 'No' and grabs Jack's beer bottle to place it on the table, along with hers. "No beer for you."
"Then why'd you get four instead of three?" Sam asks as him and Dean put their bottles down. (Y/N) shrugs. She looks over to see Jack having a small pout on his face. She grabs her wallet and pulls out some cash. "Go get some nougat." She nods towards the vending machine as Jack grabs the money.
A smile appears on his face. He gets up from the table and walks over to the vending machine. Around half way of the machine and the table, Jack turns around to see his girlfriend and the brothers talking whilst eating.
Jack jogs over, grabbing the attention of the three. He bows down a bit and pecks (Y/N)'s lips. "Go get your nougat." She chuckles as Jack goes back to the machine. "Better than giving him beer right now." (Y/N) says to the brothers, who agree.
Heyyy!! what abou one where Dean and Sam little brother is kinda dating Jack in secret, and when his brothers discover about the relation they get angry but Jack try to convince the brothers to let they date
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Surprise?
Arms wrap around you as you’re standing at the oven, cooking up some bacon. You lean back into the body.
“Hey, Jackie.” His head rests itself in the joint of where your neck meets your shoulder. “My brothers are gonna be home soon and Dean is immediately gonna smell the bacon.”
“We got time.” He mumbles against your neck. Your phone vibrates, a text notification popping up from Sam. “Eh, not really. They’re gonna be here in 5 minutes.”
In that short amount of time, the bacon was ready and Jack is sitting at the table.
Running footsteps makes you have a plate of bacon extended out, it being snatched out of your hands.
Dean moans as he’d stuffed a piece of bacon into his mouth. Sam sits down next to him with a bowl of salad.
Taking a seat next to Jack, the four of you have a conversation. Jack has his hand on your thigh.
After you’re done eating, you peck Jack’s lips before taking everyone’s plates up.
“Uh, what was that?” Dean asks sternly.
Your body goes stiff. “What was what?” You ask in confusion.
“You kissing Jack?” Sam asks next.
“Me kissing Jack doesn’t concern you.”
The three of you start to argue about your relationship with the Nephilim. Your voices go over each other.
“It’s either you break up with him now or we don’t call you our brother anymore and you walk out of this bunker and never come back!”
“Dean.” Sam looks at the oldest brother, giving him the bitch face.
“I’d rather leave than break up with him!” You storm out of the kitchen and to your room to pack yours and Jack’s bags.
Dean gives Jack an angry look.
“Dean, please, let us be together. You’ve noticed how happy he’s been since him and I got together.”
“He’s right.” Sam says after he thinks about you being more happy from a single text, the saying of the Nephilim’s name or seeing him.
“You break his heart, I break you.” Dean points at him. “I’ll apologize to him when we’ve both calmed down.”
Jack nods and thanks the both of them as he walks out of the kitchen and to your shared room.
You’re walking all over the place and dumping each of your clothes into the two bags.
“(Y/N), we’re not leaving.”
“Yes, we are leaving. Dean said it himself and I’m not breaking up with you.”
His arms wrapping around you makes you stop and turn in his arms, your face mushed against his neck.
“I’ve talked to them and he’s gonna apologize once the both of you have calmed down. He also said that if I break your heart, he’ll break me. What does that mean?”
“I’ll explain once I’ve calmed down a bit more.”
Himself nodding, he releases you for a moment to put the bags on the ground and lay down on the bed.
He brings you down to lie on top of him. His hands rub against your back and sometimes playing with the short hairs at the nape of your neck.
Your eyes start to shut as tiredness has come along. His heartbeat lulls you to sleep.
Minutes pass and a knock is at the door. A gentle ‘Come in’ from Jack has the door opened to show Dean. “How is he?”
“He’s calmed down and has gone to sleep. I’ll let him know once he’s awake that you have come in and wanted to see him.”
Dean nods and apologizes to him of how he reacted. “It is alright, Dean.” He nods again.
He leans over the side of the bed to whisper a ‘I’m sorry, kid’ and presses a kiss to the side of your head. He pulls the blanket over the two of you before leaving.
Jack looks down to you have a small smile on your face. Your hands curl around the blanket to pull it up more and itself covering your mouth.
“That was a nice surprise.” Jack says to himself.
So beautiful | Jack Kline
Sumarry – Jack can’t help but look at Y / n, but his older brother Dean doesn’t seem to like it that much.
Pairing: Jack Kline X Winchester!Reader | Word Count – 844
A/N: Yes, I had already posted this on my old blog, but I decided to repost this one too. ♡ English is not my first language, so I’m sorry for any mistakes.
Dean shifts uncomfortably in his chair as he watches Jack look at his younger sister.
The three Winchesters were in the library just reading books, and looking for new cases, Jack, unfortunately for Dean, is as usual, close to Y / n, looking at her.
Dean is brought back from his thoughts when he hears his sister leaving the library saying that she is going to take a shower.
Jack, as always, is ready to go after Y / n, when Dean catches his eye.
“No boy, you sit there.” Dean speaks authoritatively, drawing Sam’s attention.
“I was just going to-” Jack tries, but Dean interrupts him.
“I know where you were going, the problem is, you can’t follow Y / n everywhere.” Dean speaks and Sam watches the scene, amused by his brother’s jealous attitude.
“But why not?” Jack asks sadly.
“Because … why not, Sam explains to him.” Dean speaks asking his brother for support.
“Don’t get me into it, Dean.” Sam speaks and Dean snorts.
“Listen boy, I said no, now don’t insist, and stop looking at my sister like that, or I forbid you to look at her.” Dean speaks, and Jack’s eyes widen in despair.
“But I like to look at Y / n, I’m happy and calmer when I’m around her.” Jack speaks sweetly, making Dean angrier.
“Look, I let you look and be around anyone but my sister.” When Dean finishes talking, Sam holds a laugh, it was more than obvious to everyone that Y / n and Jack have a very strong connection, separating them now, it would be practically impossible.
“I don’t want to be around other people Dean, I want to be with Y / n.” Jack says that, and practically runs out of the library going, of course, to where Y / n was.
Dean stands motionless, perplexed by the boldness of Nephilim.
“You can’t separate them anymore.” Sam says breaking the silence.
“What do you mean, ‘Separate them’? Are they together?” Dean practically says shouting and Sam laughs at his despair.
“Y / n is no longer a child, you have to start letting her make her own decisions.” Sam speaks and Dean denies crossing his arms.
“Don’t say nonsense Sam, Y / n is a baby, and always will be, and as long as I’m alive, I will look after and protect her.” Dean speaks, and goes to the kitchen in search of a beer.
Meanwhile in Y / n’s room, Jack is sitting on the bed, waiting for her to come back from the bath.
“ 'So beautiful’ He thinks as he looks at a picture frame of her with her brothers.
"Oh Jack, you scared me.” Y / n says entering the room already dressed, with a towel in hand.
“I’m sorry Y / n.” Jack says with a shy smile on his face.
“It’s ok, do not worry.” Y / n says, and then yawns.
“Is tired?” Jack asks, and Y / n sits next to him, resting his head on the Nephilim’s shoulder.
“I am, it has been days that nightmares have not let me have a good night’s sleep.” Y / n says closing his eyes, and Jack rests his head on Y / n’s head, and holds her hand, interlacing his fingers.
The two stay like that for a while, until Jack thinks about something.
“Y / n, I could stay here until you sleep.” Jack speaks smiling, and Y / n opens his eyes and looks at Jack.
“Would you do it?” Y / n asks, looking affectionately at Jack.
“Of course, you are my favorite person in the whole world Y / n!” Jack speaks, and Y / n feels his cheeks get hot.
And then Y / n lay down comfortably on the bed, and Jack covered her smiling, and then sat on the bed, holding Y / n’s hand.
“I’m sorry Y / n.” Jack says, Y / n looks at him confusion
“For what Jack?”
“For looking at you all the time, I can’t help it, I’m sorry, if you want … I can try to avoid more.” Jack speaks coyly and Y / n can’t help but find that scene adorable.
Jack doesn’t want to make Y / n uncomfortable, but he can’t help but look at her.
“You don’t have to apologize, Jack, actually… I like that.” Y / n speaks shy too, and Jack looks at her happily.
Then the two started talking, until Jack felt the grip on his hand loosen, and he stopped talking when he looked at Y / n, and saw that she was sleeping.
Jack watched Y / n sleep, seeing the serene expression on his face 'so beautiful’ he thought again.
Jack carefully lies down next to Y / n, and ends up sleeping too.
Later, Sam knocks on the door and no one answers, he opens the door slowly, and can’t help smiling when he sees that scene.
“Dean is going to kill you.” Sam says quietly and then turns off the light and closes the door again, and goes to his own room.
He lays his head on the pillow, closes his eyes and…
“WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!”
“And there we go.”
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lucifer’s waltz
↳ au. Michael is Jack's twin (they both do not have a last name) and Jack represents the good from their mother while Michael represents their father’s more evil tendencies.
pairing: Michael x twin!brother!Jack
rating: PG13
inspired by: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ikl-QYQ252Q
tags: @michaellangdonhasbecomemylife @lovelykhaleesiii @jackklinelovesstarwars @supernaturalimagine @michaellangdon @codyfernsource @codyahsfern @codysqueen
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Sam, Dean, Jack, and Castiel were cramped inside the Impala, in search for Michael, the older twin brother of Jack. The Nephilim was causing all kinds of havoc across the world, even managing to escape “angel radar” as Dean put it. It seemed as if Jack was the embodiment of Kelly in all ways (minus when he loses control of his powers) while Michael was the embodiment of Lucifer, always calculating everyone’s moves and having motives that he was planning to carry out.
Jack and Michael’s thoughts were interlinked, meaning that if Jack thought something, Michael would be able to hear it. Though, lately, it has been dead quiet, with the last message being, “Watch this world rot in Hell for eternity, brother.”
When Jack told this to the other three (Mary was still on a long hunt), and they all dropped their plans, gathering everything they needed to kill a Nephilim. Mary had called her boys, and all they heard were her cries as Michael tortured her for his pleasure. They heard his masochistic laughs in the background, and for Mary, her cries were mostly from fear as Michael showed her the face many have come to recognize as the White Demon.
The face, one with three upside-down crosses scarred onto the forehead, eyes the color of the darkest onyx, skin as white as snow, with dark veins coming down the eyes, brought fear among all things, even more terrifying that Lucifer’s true face. This was the face of pure, true-born, unadulterated evil.
Dean’s car was pushed to its limit, the speedometer telling Dean he was going 40 miles over the speed limit, but, luckily, it was a back road behind a farming town. Michael was already influencing the beginning of the end, they all noticed, as corn along the edges of the field slowly turned black and died. Horses tipped over as their muscles withered away, leaving behind a fresh carcass that looked like it was already 5 months into decaying. Michael was stronger than they thought. Perhaps even stronger than Jack and Castiel.
They reached the crossroad where it would lead them to the Antichrist’s location, but it was still over an hour away. As Jack’s grace was stolen by Lucifer, he couldn’t teleport there, and that’s what sucked the most: a Nephilim was the biggest threat to another Nephilim.
The hour has passed already, and they were nearing Michael’s location. They had passed through roads littered with dead bodies, a fog had come in and forced them to shut the windows and air vents bringing the outside air in, and the sun was blocked completely from the sky. The crops and livestock across the world had already - completely - died off. Only the humans were left.
Just as they were about to reach the three-mile radius of Michael’s location, the car slows, and - finally - dies out. “I thought you put gas in this!” Cas exclaims, looking at Dean with a glare.
“I thought it had enough gas!”
Jack walks out of the car, closing the door quickly to protect his friends from the fog.
When he hears it, the high-pitched cries of the polydemons, he knows that this is truly, irrevocably, the end of the world.
lucifer’s waltz [2]
↳ au. Michael is Jack's twin (they both do not have a last name) and Jack represents the good from their mother while Michael represents their father’s more evil tendencies.
pairing: Michael x twin!brother!Jack
rating: PG13
inspired by: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ikl-QYQ252Q
tags: @michaellangdonhasbecomemylife @lovelykhaleesiii@jackklinelovesstarwars @supernaturalimagine @michaellangdon@codyfernsource @codyahsfern @codysqueen
author’s note: in no way, shape, or form do I sympathize with Kim Jong Un and Jong-il’s way of thinking and methods, I’m just using them as part of the dialogue in this story.
Jack looks around, the loud, piercing screeches of the polydemons going ‘round and ‘round him, human screams joining the mix as the creatures began eating the flesh off their bones. Michael was inside the barn, simply enjoying the sounds of the screams, and knew that this was humanity’s damnation. They brought it upon themselves. All they did was rape, murder, lie, hustle, and sell their own bodies for the sake of either pleasure, drugs, money, or just because they were sold into it.
“Don’t be afraid,” Jack clambers back in the car, pushing torn pieces of a bloodied shirt - which he found on the ground outside - to the other three. “Cover your mouths and noses. Do not freeze when we go outside.”
“I never freeze.”
“C’mon, Dean, stop copying Black Panther’s lines for God’s sake,” Sam sighs, tying the cloth around his nose. His older brother glares at him before doing the same, Castiel and Jack already standing outside, waiting for their friends. The Archangel blade held at ready in Castiel’s hand, he takes the lead, Sam, Dean, and Jack holding guns with a bullet ready in the chamber. It won’t do much as they haven’t figured out a spell to create Archangel bullets yet, but it would slow Michael down.
Castiel slides open the wooden door, making all four hunters see that Michael was standing with his back to them, hands clasped behind him, clear blue eyes watching the outside world through the small window. Castiel put up his hand that held the blade, taking a step towards the Antichrist when the blonde male calls out, “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? This rotten world turning into its true nature. One poisoned with men’s jealousy, rage, suspicion. I simply just sped up its process. You think that this is my doing? No, this is Mankind’s own doing, but you’re all too blind to see it.” He turns around, blood spotted across his face. “And you’re the worst of them all. Even worse than Kim Jong Un and Kim Jong-il. You both caused apocalypses to happen and yet you think you both are saviors? You’re just pathetic, weak men.”
“I don’t think I’m a savior, but I also do not think I am pathetic and weak!” Dean sarcastically says to him. “Reverse the ending of the world.”
“Or you’ll what?”
“Let’s just say that you will see your father again.”
“Really? I’ve always wanted to meet him.”
“Where’s our mom?”
Michael clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “Ah, you boys and your mother. I never was close to Kelly, never. Not even when I was in the womb. You think that it was Jack who killed Kelly? That was all me. I was planning to actually kill her and have her die with you still inside her (so you could never escape), but you just had to come out. So, instead of taking all the blame, I just put my memory of killing Kelly inside your brain so I could just watch the guilt eat you. And let me say, it has been entertaining. And to answer your question, she’s right over. . .” he drags out the r, waiting for something.
Mary’s mangled body drops from the ceiling, now a corpse decaying into nothingness. “There.”
Dean yanks the blade out of Castiel’s hand and throws it with accuracy at Michael, and they all watch as it lands a few inches from his heart. He drops to the ground, blood pouring over the black silk of his suit, staining it a deep burgundy. His eyes flash black and orange for a moment before twinkling out, and the four continue watching as he died.
And came back to life.
His blood seeped back into his open wounds, the blade flew away from his chest and landed somewhere in the barn, and his eyes opened again. He stands up with grace, wiping the dirt off the silk.
“I was always going to win.”
He looks at his shoes, drawing a small pentagram on the dirt that still had Mary’s blood soaked into it. Then he looks back up, eyes black and lips in a wide smile. “Ave Satanas.”