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Greater Good Chapter 2 : Touch my hand
Dean x Reader? Sam x Reader ?
Serie Summary :
There is a prophecy.
When Lucifer’s true vessel will find his one true love, it will tilt the world’s scales on the side of good and light. The balance that this love will bring, is to be the start of a new era, where evil will be weakened for the first time in centuries.
When the Winchesters find out about this, they decide this is the opportunity of their life, the only way to make a difference once and for all. And now they have a way to find this girl, things should be easy, right ?
What happens when the prophetic girl doesn’t fall in love with Sam ?
Serie General Warnings : Violence, swearing, ANGST, Fluff, SMUT, and maybe other stuffs (Cheating and Secrets ?). I don’t want to spoil, I will give more details in each chapters. Please be 18+
Chapter Warning : Swearing, talk of sex work.
WC : around 5.4k
Note : This is my rewrite of my story. I hope you like it, I can’t wait to finish this one because it is dear to my heart. For those who already read this back then, it won’t be long until we reach the new chapters.
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“Come on, Rowena !” Dean says with an annoyed tone.
He kicks in a little rock and looks back at the motel room door where Sam must be showering by now.
It’s dark and the parking lot isn’t more interesting than the motel room, but he needed to get away from his brother for a few minutes, and the heat of summer is even worse in there.
“We spent two days in this crappy town already, no signs of the damn girl… Are you sure we just have to follow Sam’s intuition ? Can’t you try a localization spell again ?”
“I’m sorry Dean” the witch states. “It seems that my localization spells aren’t working when it comes to her. I have no idea why, maybe Sam doesn’t want to find her…”
“Of course he doesn’t want to find her” the hunter rolls his eyes. “One true love, Rowena ? Shit, what does that even mean ? The poor guy is freaking out.”
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Started: 06 07 22
Last updated: 22 08 22
Key: ✓ completed, ♥ ongoing, ☾ angst, ★ fluff, ♡ smut
Challenges
various x reader
30 day challenge | Summary: Using a 30 day prompt challenge, a collection of drabbles will be written for various characters. ♥ ★ ☾
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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+ ✓ ★ ♡
30 day writing challenge
Main masterlist.
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
Firsts
Day 1: First kiss
Sam x reader
Summary: Sam and the reader have been dating for a month. But how does their first kiss go? Will it go well, or could it end in chaos?
a/n: Start of my 30 day challenge! Though lets be real this will take longer than 30 days XD Hope you enjoy, I really enjoyed writing this, just wish I was able to write longer stories, and hopefully one day I’ll build the courage to write a series.
warnings: Firsts, gentle, soft, super fluffy!
word count: 1113
You and Sam had been dating a little over a month. You were taking things slow. You did a weekly date night when you were both free, going out for coffee, walks and movies. It was nice, and it was slow. Just like the two of you wanted. It had taken to the second week of dating for you to build enough courage to slide your hand into his. You remember the feeling, his hand was warm, and calloused, but soft and gentle at the same time. He was gentle, he didn’t clench tight around your hand, but he didn’t leave it limp. It felt awkward and first, and Sam looked like a tomato as your hand touched his, but he smiled slightly. His facial expression communicating how much he loves you, his eyes sparkling with happiness, showing the unspoken words between the two of you.
Currently, the two of you were sat on your sofa, a plush grey coloured thing that had seen better days, but you covered it with a crochet blanket, and it looked like it was new again. Though Sam didn’t care, all that he cared about was being near you, even if you were sat on the other end of the couch, a gap between the two of you.
You’re not sure what movie Sam had put on for this week’s date night. To be honest you weren’t paying attention, instead you were watching your boyfriend. The way he laughs, his lips stretching across his face, white teeth parted as a guttural laugh escaped from his chest, his eyes squinting and crinkling up. The way he bit his soft red lip when the movie amped up, and he waited on the edge of the seat, eyes fixated on the screen.
You took a deep breath, shuffling closer towards him, closing the space. Sam looked at you out the corner of his eye, a small smile gracing his lips. They entranced you, and you found yourself wondering what it would feel like to kiss him. Closing the space, you rested your head on Sam’s shoulder. You were stiff at first, and he froze when he felt your head lower down, resting against him. The most contact you two had, had since first dating.
“Relax y/n” He whispered, moving his head, and placing it on top of yours. You breathed out a sigh of relief, body easing, moulding into him. He was warm, comfortable and you knew you could spend your entire life curled up into the side of the gentle giant. The movie was ending, the credits started to roll, and you snuggled closer into his shoulder, nose in his neck breathing in his scent. He smelt of pine trees, with hints of amber and lavender. He smelt like home. He chuckled, dipping his head slightly and pecking your head. His lips were even softer than you imagined, and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks, embarrassment flooding you, so you tucked your head further into him.
“I’m sorry y/n. I should have asked first” He mumbled in shame, scared that you didn’t like it.
“I liked it” You breathed against his skin, causing a big smile to erupt across his face.
“What was that?” He smirked, having heard you clearly the first time, but wanting to see your face while you said it. You shuffled closer into his neck, breath fanning against his skin again, as you were about to repeat yourself. But his soft hand reached under your chin, lifting your head up, you closed your eyes, face and ears hot with embarrassment. “Open those pretty eyes y/n” He whispered gently.
You opened your eyes looking at him, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “So, what was that?” He continued, smirking a little.
“I liked it” You turned your head away, but he turned it back to look at him. You could see the happy smile spread across his face, his eyes showing all his adoration, his cheeks rosy. Your eyes flicked between his eyes and lips. God, you wanted to know what his lips would feel like on yours, and subconsciously, you poked your tongue out and licked your lips. Sam noticed straight away; you weren’t making anything subtle.
He moved his hand slowly, calculated. Making sure not to startle you, to not scare you away. Hand gently placed on the back of your neck, leaning in. You snapped out of your trance, when you felt his breath on your lips, your heart rate speeding up. Nodding at Sam, giving him permission, you closed your eyes. It felt like years before his lips touched yours.
They were plump. They were delicious, and you wanted more. But he pulled away.
“Are you sure your ok with this” He purred. You nodded, not trusting your voice, eyes fluttering slightly before you initiated the kiss this time, leaning in, placing a hand against his chest to steady yourself. You could feel the beating of his heart, it was fast and energetic, just like yours.
This time as your lips met you pressed a little harder, the gentle kiss was amazing, but you much preferred it this way. Feeling the pressure, as he pressed his lips back into yours. Your lips danced together, like they were made to be. You didn’t have to think about anything, in fact you didn’t think about anything. Your mind was surrounded by Sam, his smell, his touch, his taste.
He slipped his tongue out, tenderly pressing against your lips. You parted them slowly and he hesitantly entered your mouth, tongue exploring, until it met yours. Your tongues danced together, just like your lips did, fighting for dominance, and it wasn’t long until Sam won.
Though all good things must come to an end, and the two of you pulled apart, saliva connecting the two of you, your hand still resting on his chest, which was rising and falling rapidly as the two of you panted, gasping for air. His hand moved from the back of your neck, to play with a strand of your hair. You looked up at him, through your lashes. A beaming smile spreading across your face, Sam’s face like a mirror reflecting your expression.
You shifted around to your knees, putting more weight on his chest, leaning in quickly and pecking his lips. It was quick, lips ghosting against each other barely touching, and you just giggled at the pure happiness that was spread across Sam’s face.
“I’m guessing you liked that” Sam murmured. You smiled brightly, before snuggling back into his side, as he selected another movie. Sometimes the best date nights, were the ones that were spent inside.
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Main master list | Challenge masterlist | Day 2
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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main masterlist | 30 day masterlist | Day 1 | Day 3
Warmth
Day 5: 100 word Drabble
Dean x gn!reader
Summary: waking up next to Dean
A/n: I know I haven’t posted in ages. Apologies, I’m doing my masters, and it’s incredibly stressful. Hopefully I can write a little more in the next semester. But today, I was bored in a seminar, so you’re welcome 😂
Word count: 101
Waking up next to Dean wasn’t something new. But it was something y/n, looked forward to everyday. The warmth of his toned chest against their back, the way he had his arm lazily thrown across them, pinning them to the bed (Not that they’d ever want to move). The soft little breathes he released as he slept peacefully along side them, the way his nose was peppered with freckles. Everything about waking up next to Dean was dream worthy. They might never be able to have the apple pie life, but to y/n, everything they wanted was right in front of them.