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Dean Winchester x Named Reader (eventually)

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

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

Phantom Traveler part 1

Season One. Episode Four.

Phantom Traveler. (Part 2)

"This is your late husband?" Sam asked as he picked up a photo frame from the centre table.

"Yes, that was my George." Mrs. Phelps answered.

"And you said he was a dentist?" You asked with an raised eyebrow. You were sitting on a chair beside Dean and Sam was sitting on his other side still examining the picture.

"He was headed to a convention in Denver." Bonnie answered after age nodded in your question. "Do you know that he was petrified to fly? For him to die like that." Her voice almost broke.

"How long were you married?" You asked softly.

"13 years." She answered.

"In all that time.... Did you ever noticed anything strange about him, anything out of the ordinary?" Sam asked and all of you looked curiously toward Mrs. Phelps.

"Well....he had acid reflux, if that's what you mean." She said and you had to stop the urge of slamming your head on the wall with frustration.

"That will be all, Ma'am." Dean said and you guys stood up to make your way out of the house.

"It goes without saying, it just doesn't make any sense." Sam said as you guys made your way toward the impala.

"A middle-aged dentist with an ulcer, is not exactly evil personified." Dean said and an idea struck in your mind.

"You guys know what we need to do? We need to get inside NTSB warehouse check out the wreckage." You suggested and both the boys stopped to look at you.

"Okay, but if we're gonna go that route, we'd better look the part." Sam said.

"If your suggestion requires me to wear a skirt, it's not gonna happen." You stated coldly.

"We'll get you a pantsuit, don't worry." Sam wrapped an arm around my shoulder and led you toward the car.

Dean drove to the nearest shop that rented suits, which was apparently know as 'Mort's for style.' 'what a weird name.' you thought.

The man inside took your measures and went inside to look for suits which could fit the three of you. Sam and Dean were already dressed in there suits, 'these Winchesters have some good genes' you thought checking out the brothers.

When you looked at Dean again you heart jumped to your throat. "Damn he looks like a snacc" you muttered under your breath and realized how sleazy it sounded.

"Here, it was really hard to find a suit to fit your feminine figure but after a lot of searching, I found this." He said and handed you a suit bag. "Go try it on." He smiled at you and you walked inside the trial room.

Ones you tried it on you were in love with it. The suit looked a lot more feminine than you thought it would. The fabric was lovely and you looked so cool in it. You put on your boots again and walked out of the trial room. The grin didn't leave your face. You guys quickly paid and walked out of the store.

"Man, I look like one of 'the blues brothers'." Dean complained.

"No you don't, you look like a seventh grader at his first dance." Sam said making you chuckle

Dean glared at his brother before saying "I hate this thing."

"Hey you want into that warehouse or not?" You asked and Dean got inside the car without another word.

"I feel like I'm one of the men in black. It's so cool." You gushed and got inside the car as well.

Dean pulled up in front of the NTSB warehouse and he took the lead as you guys walked inside you guys walked confidently up to the desk and flashed your badges. The security guard's eyes fixated on you as he was questioning your age but he let you in anyway. They buzzed the doors and let you in on the wreckage.

You saw as Dean took out a device from his pocket and stuck the car buds in his ear which made you raise an eyebrow.

"What is that?" Sam asked wording out the question you had in mind although you had an idea of what it was.

"It's an EMF meter. It reads electromagnetic frequencies."

"Yeah, we know what an EMF meter is but why does that one look like a busted-up Walkman?" Sam said.

" 'cause that's what I made it out of. It's home made." Dean stated proudly

"Yeah, I can see that." Sam said and the proud smile was immediately gone from Dean's face. You have to say though, intelligence was always something that turned you on.

Dean ran the EMF meter through the parts of the plane. You were walking beside him checking out the wreckage as well. The EMF started going crazy once he ran it over a broken door handle.

"Check out the emergency door handle." There was a yellow powdery stuff stuck on it. Dean scratched it with his fingernail before saying. "What is that stuff."

"Sulphur." You said and the boys looked at you with raised eyebrow. "What? I was a science student, I'm not sure though."

"Well, there's only one way to be sure." Sam said before taking out a knife and scraping it in a small forensic bag. Dean went to wipe his hand on your jacket but you glared at him so he wiped it on Sam's instead.

You heard multiple footsteps running toward the wreckage and you look at the boys and it seemed they heard it too.

"Looks like our partners are here." You ran out of the exit just as those people entered the hall. You peeked from behind the wall to see it was clear and then started walking toward the gate.

When you heard the alarm went off you quickly started running. It was too high for you, before you could say anything a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and helped you up,  you looked down at Dean before latching on the locked gate and jumping on the other side.

"Wow, I could never do that in a skirt." You commented as the three of you ran to the Impala.

Dean immediately drove off to Jerry's office and gave him the powder you collected from the door handle. He put it under a microscope and started analyzing it. "Alex was right, this stuff is covered in sulfur." Jerry said and Dean turned to you with a proud smile on his face.

"You're sure?" You asked

"Take a look yourself." He said and you heard a man outside yelling and pounding at something. "If you fellas will excuse me I have an idiot to fire."

Dean walked over to where Jerry stood and took a look through the microscope. "Hmmm. There's not too many things that leave behind a sulphuric residue." Dean stated.

"Demonic possession?" You said.

"It'd explain how a mortal man would've the strength to open up an emergency hatch." Dean said.

"If the guy was possessed, it's possible." Said Sam.

"This goes way beyond floating over a bed or barfing pea soup. I mean it's one thing to possess a person but use them to take down an entire airplane?"

"You guys ever heard of something like this before." You asked looking at the boys

"Never." Dean replied and Sam shook his head.

You guys went back to the motel and pulled out every books and articles you had on demons. You and Dean were sitting side by side going through books while Sam was surfing through the internet.

Your thighs brushed together both of you could easily scoot away from each other but you didn't. You felt him sliding even closer to you, as if that was even possible. You snapped out of your thoughts when Sam started talking.

"So, every religion in every world culture has the concept of demons and demonic possession, right? I mean Christian, native American, Hindu, you name it."

"Yeah, but none of them describe anything like this." Dean said resting his hand on your knee.

"Well, that's not exactly true. According to Japanese beliefs, certain demons are behind certain disasters, both natural and man-made. One causes earthquakes,  another causes disease. And this one causes plane crashes."  When you finished once again the boys were looking at you with raised eyebrow.

"Ok I know I said I was a science student but I used to spend a lot of time with Bobby's books...........I didn't really have any friends." You said playing with your hair embarrassingly.

"Wow, you're a bigger nerd than Sam which I thought was impossible." Dean said getting up from the bed. "Ok, alright so what? We have a demon that's evolved with the times and found a way to ratchet up the body count?"

"Yeah and you know, who knows how many planes it's brought down before this one?" Sam said and Dean let out a laugh. "What?"

"I don't know, guys. This isn't our normal gig. I mean, demons, they don't want anything just death and destruction for it's own sake. This is big. I wish dad was here." Dean said scratching the back of his head. 

"Yeah, me too." Sam replied and before you could say anything Dean's phone started ringing and he picked it up. "Hello?"  "Hi Jerry. Wha....Jerry, I'm sorry. What happened?.....where'd this happened?.... I'll try to ignore the irony in that... nothing Jerry, hang in there, alright? We'll catch up with you soon." Dean said before hanging up.

"Another crash?" You asked.

"Yeah, let's go."

"Where?" Asked Sam.

"Nazareth."

When you guys pulled into Nazareth you saw black smoke coming out from the wreckage. Jerry was already there, collecting any evidence he could take from the plane crash. You guys followed him back to his office and he put a slide under the microscope before examining it. "more sulfur?" Dean asked, Jerry nodded.  "Well, that's great. Alright, so that's two plane crashes involving Chuck Lambert. This demon sounds like it was after him."

"With all due respect to Chuck if that's the case, that would be the good news." Said Sam.

"What's the bad news?" Dean asked.

"Chuck's plane went down exactly 40 minutes into the flight. And get this, so did flight 2485." Sam said.

"40 minutes? What does that mean?" Jerry asked and you opened you mouth to answer him but Dean beat you to it and you have to say you were pretty impressed.

"It's biblical numerology. You know, Noah's ark, it rained for 40 days. The number means death." Dean explained to the completely clueless man standing on his right.

"I went back and there have been six plane crashes over the last decade that all went down exactly 40 minutes in" Sam said, you couldn't help but ask if there were any survivors and he said no.

"Not until now, at least not until flight 2485, for some reason." He said.

"On the cockpit voice recorder remember what the EVP said? No survivors, but there were seven survivors, so this demon or whatever, it's going after the survivors." You explained looking between all three men in the room.

"It's trying to finish the job." Said Dean , nodding his head.

You were sitting in the Impala using your skills to make phone calls to the survivors to find out if they had plans to fly again.

"Really? Well, thank you for taking our survey and if you do plan to fly please don't forget your friends at United Britannia Airlines. Thanks." You said in a extra sweet, high pitched, accented voice. The boys in the front seat cracked up as soon as you hung up the phone.

"You didn't really have to do the accent, you know?" Said Sam.

"Yeah I know but where's the fun in that. Ah well that takes care of Blaine Sanderson and Dennis Holloway. They're not flying anytime soon." You said and crossed off the names on the list.

"So our only wildcard is the flight attendant Amanda Walker." Said Dean as he drove toward the airport.

"Right, her sister Karen said her flight leaves Indianapolis at 8:00 pm. It's her first night back in the job." Sam said.

"Ah that sounds like just our luck." Dean commented sarcastically.

"Dean, this is a five hour drive, man, even with you behind the wheel." Sam said.

"Why don't you call Amanda again, see if we can't head her off at the pass."

"I already left her three voice messages. She must have turned her cellphone off. God, we're never gonna make it." Sam complained.

"Oh we'll make it." You mumbled before jumping over the seat and sliding down on the front seat.

"What the hell are you doing?" Dean almost yelled.

"Dean, why don't you let me drive for a while." You asked sweetly.

"Yeah that's not gonna happen."

"Dean, trust me, I can take us there, an hour top." You said making his eyes widen.

"No way in hell you're doing that to my baby." He almost yelled again.

"Dean, it's time you trust me with your baby, if there's anything I can do better than killing monster and seducing men, this is it." You said.

"Dean give her the wheel." Sam backed you up and you smiled at him.

"Fine but I'm not sitting in the back." He huffed pulling the car to a side and getting out and Sam got to the back. As soon as you touched the steering wheel your insides melted. "God I miss my cherry." You whispered remembering your car as both the boys took their seats and fastened their seat belts.

"Ok, boys, sit tight, we are going for a joyride." You said with a grin and pushed the gas pedal reaching the top speed.

Like you promised, you got there in an hour, well 12 minutes more than an hour and you still had half an hour left. When the boys got out of the car, they looked like they were about to throw up.

"You are never driving ever again." Dean said and snatched away the car keys.

"Alex, we don't have extra lives on us, you know that right?" Sam commented.

All of you rushed inside looking for the departure board. "Right there. They're boarding in 30 minutes." Sam said.

"Okay. We still have some cards to play. We need to find a phone." Dean says looking around with a nervous look ok he face. You found a courtesy telephone and Dean picked it up immediately. "Hi, gate 13...I'm trying to contact an Amanda walker. She's a flight attendant on the flight, um... Flight 424." He said.

You and Sam leaned into Dean to hear what was going on the other side. "This is Amanda Walker." Came a girl's voice from the other side.

"Ms. Walker. Hi, this is Dr. James. Headfield from St. Francis memorial hospital. We have a Karen walker here." He lied through his teeth. "Nothing serious just a minor car accident but she was injured, so.."

"Wait, that's impossible. I just got off the phone with her."

"You what?" Dean asked and you backed away rolling your eyes. "Oh, well...there must be some mistake."

"Guilty as charged." He said after a few seconds  letting out a fake chuckle. "He's really sorry." He said making you frown. "Yes, but he really needs to see you tonight, so... Don't be like that. Come on, the guy's a mess. Really, it's pathetic......oh yeah. No. No, wait Amanda, Amanda!" Dean yelled and then slammed the phone down.

"Damn it, so close." Dean said pacing around.

"Alright, it's time for plan B. We're getting on that plane." You said not realizing that you never even had a plan b.

"Now, just hold on a second." Dean protested.

"Dean, she's right, that plane is leaving with over 100 passengers on board and if we're right, that plane is gonna crash." Sam explained to his brother.

"I know."

"Well, okay. Then we're getting on the plane, we need to find the demon and exorcise it. Now, we'll get the tickets you get whatever you can out of the car, whatever that'll make it through the security, meet us back here in five minutes." Sam said but Dean didn't move an inch. He looked terrified.

"Are you okay?" You asked and he shrugged. "No. Not really." He squeaked out.

"What? What's wrong?" Sam asked with a frown.

"Well, I kind of have this problem with, uh.."

"Flying?" You completed his sentence.

"It's never really been an issue untill now." His voice was smaller than ever.

"You're joking right?" Sam exclaimed.

"Do I look like I'm joking? Why do you think I drive everywhere, Sam?"

"Alright uh, she and I'll go." Sam said and you nodded along.

"What?"

"We'll do this one on our own." You said

"What are you, nuts? The plane is gonna crash. You said it yourself."

"Dean look, either you can come with us or we can do this on our own. I'm not seeing a third option here."

"Come on really?......man."

"You know what? Why don't you get the tickets, I'll stay with Dean." He nodded and went away and you turned toward the older Winchester. "You stay right here. I'll go grab the things." You commanded and took the keys from him before going back to the Impala. You gathered the things in a small duffle bag and went back inside to see Dean standing right where you left him, completely pale and slightly shaking.

You walked up to him, his eyes never left yours. "Dean, I need you to focus, buddy. Everything's gonna be alright, ok." You said grabbing both of his hands and he gave you a little nod.

"Now breath with me, slowly, breath in....breath out." You instructed and he tried his best to follow you and breath with you. "very good, now do it again. Breath in.....breath out."

'this is gonna be a hell of a flight...... Literally.'

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Part 3

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Supernatural Series Rewrite

Supernatural Rewrite Masterlist

Dean Winchester x Named Reader (eventually)

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

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

Bloody Mary part 1

Season One. Episode Five.

Bloody Mary (Part 2)

Charlie was sobbing when you found her in the park. You guys quickly went up to her and you sat beside her on the park bench. "Hey, what happened?" You asked, rubbing her shoulder softly, knowing she was scared of you. She told you about Jill between sobs.

"And they found her on the bathroom floor. And her-her eyes were gone." She completed her story and looked at you with pleading eyes. "I'm sorry." You whispered, loud enough. "And she said it. I heard her say it. But it couldn't be because of that. I'm insane right?" She said and you realised this might be the only time when telling a woman she's crazy could be a good thing.

"No, you're not insane." replied Dean.

"Oh god, that makes me feel so much words."

"Look...We think something's happening here. Something that can't be explain." Sam said like it was suppose to make her feel better. "And we're gonna stop it. But we could use your help." Dean said and you knew where this was going.

Charlie took the three of you to Jill's house. "There. That's her room." She said pointing at the window on the first floor. Then she went to the front of her house so she could let you in her room.

"Do all the teenagers have to live on the first floor." You groaned but then realised you were just one of them. Sam was the first one to climb up, and then he helped you and then Dean. Charlie soon opened the window letting the three of you in.

"What did you tell Jill's mom?" You asked.

"Just that I needed some time alone with Jill's pictures and stuff. I hate lying to her." She replied.

"Trust us, this is for greater good. Hit the lights." Dean said and she turned off the lights and something caught your eyes on the wall behind Jill's bed. "Is that Nick Carter?" You stared at the life size poster of the member of back street boys. "Sorry." You apologized when you saw three pairs of eyes glaring at you. You never let your inner fangirl out. NEVER. But you always wanted a life size poster of backstreet boys or at least one of them.

"What are you looking for?" She asked after shaking her head and trying to ignore the comment you just made. "We'll let you know as soon as we find it." Dean replied as Sam took out the video camera. "Hey, night vision." Sam said and turned the camera to you and you pressed a button to turn on the night vision. "Thanks. Perfect." He commented and turned it to his older brother. "Do I look like Paris Hilton?" He asked, posing for the camera.

"No, but you do look like Butthead." You said making Sam and Charlie chuckle and Dean glare at you. Sam opened Jill's closet and started filming on the mirror and around it.

"So I don't get it. I mean first victim didn't summon Mary and the second victim did. How's she choosing them?" You asked crossing your arms across your chest and letting the Winchester do all the work. "Beats me." Said Sam. "I wanna know why Jill said it in the first place." Dean said stopping in the middle of the room with the EMF in his hand. "It was just a joke." Charlie answered, a little shamefully.

"Yeah well, somebody's gonna say it again. It's just a matter if time." You pointed out the obvious.

"Hey." Sam said and turned to face him, he was looking at something under the mirror through the video camera. "There's a blacklight in the trunk right?" Sam asked.

"I'll get it." You grabbed Dean's keys and jumped out of the window.

When you got back inside Sam had already pulled out the mirror and laid it on the bed. He peeled off the brown paper and you tossed him the black light. He shined it on the back of the mirror revealing a handprint with a name.

"Gary Bryman?" Charlie read it out loud. "You know who that is?" Sam asked her and she said "No."

You and Sam went to the library to do some research on Gary Bryman, Dean and Charlie waited for you in the park, according to him if he steps into one more library, his head would explode. A big wide grin came across your face when you finally found what you were looking for. "I told you I am good at this." You said turning toward Sam and flipping your hair dramatically. "Yes you are." Sam agreed with a slight chuckle. "Now tell me I'm a genius."

"You're a genius."

When you got back to the park Dean and Charlie were sitting on a bench and Sam and you started explaining what you guys found. "So, with the help of my incredible skills we found out that Gary Bryman was a 8 years old boy killed in a hit and run 2 years ago." You explained and Sam continued the rest. "The car was described as a black Toyota Camry, but no one ever got the plates or saw the driver."

"Oh my god." Charlie gasped and you asked her what happened.

"Jill drove that car." She answered looking up at me and then at Dean. The 3 of you looked at each other with knowing looks on your faces. "We need to get back to your friend Donna's house.”

The 3 of you went to the shoemaker house with Charlie. You had no idea how she managed to get you guys in. You rush to the bathroom and Sam pulled off the mirror in front of which Steven shoemaker died. Sam shone the blacklight on the mirror and read the name out loud. "Linda shoemaker."

"Why are you asking me all this?" Donna asked when you questioned her about the named woman and about her death. "Look, we're sorry, but it's important." Sam, being the ever so polite one, said. "Yeah. Linda's my mom, ok? And she overdosed on sleeping pills. It was an accident, and that's it... I think you should leave." She said when you didn't look convinced. She knew you guys were kinda accusing her dad for her mom's death.

"Donna just listen-"

"Get out of my house." She yelled before you could finish your sentence and walked away. "Rude." You mumbled and rolled your eyes.

"Oh my god. Do you really think her dad could've killed her mom?" She asked with a gasp. "Maybe." Sam said and you rolled your eyes. "Fuck maybe. He definitely did." You said without thinking twice. "Sorry." You apologised looking at the 3 pairs of eyes glaring at you again. "I think I should stick around." Charlie and you nodded.

"Alright, well, just whatever you do, don't-"

"Believe me, I won't say it."

The 3 of you decided to do some more research after. You and Dean were sitting in front of the computer searching about any Mary who died in front of a mirror anywhere in this country. "Wait, wait, wait, you're searching nation-wide search?" Sam asked.

"Yep, the NCIC, the FBI database. At this point any Mary in this country who died in front of a mirror is good enough." You said, successfully hacking into another database.

"But if she's haunting the town, she should have died in the town."

"I'm telling you there's nothing local. we've checked. So unless you've got a better idea." Dean said staring at the screen as you scrolled through case files. "The way she's choosing her victims, it seems like there's a pattern." Sam said. "I know I was thinking the same thing." Dean said and you continued looking through the database. "With Mr. Shoemaker and Jill's hit and run--"

"Both had secrets where people died." You completed his sentence. "Right. There's a lot of folklores about mirrors that they reveal all your lies, your secret. That they're a true reflection of your soul, which is why it's bad luck to break 'em."

"Yeah, yeah, so maybe if you've got a secret like a really nasty one where someone died then Mary sees it and punishes you for it." Hearing Dean say it, it all came crashing down to you. You couldn't make eye contact with either of the boys, so you stare at the computer screen harder, you didn't even hear who said what next. The mouse was not in your hand any more. "Alex, ALEX." A voice broke you out from your almost panic attack. "What?" You asked looking between the boys.

"Are you ok? What happened? You're sweating like crazy." Sam said and your hand subconsciously went to your face. "Oh, nothing. I just, I'm gonna go get some fresh air." You didn't wait for an answer, just grabbed your jacket and walked out of the motel room. The boys gave each other confused looked.

You walked out to the parking lot, looking up at the starry sky. Maybe this case was it for you. Maybe it was Universe showing you signs that it was your time to get punished for the past, but you did what you did to protect yourself, there's nothing wrong with protecting yourself. And the person who really deserved a punishment, got it.

"Do I deserve to die like this?" You ask looking at the sky, particularly to no one.

"And who are you exactly talking to?" A voice came and you turn around to see a blue eyed boy with blond hair, he looked about your age.

"To my friend, his name is 'none of your damn business.' " you replied wittily and turning back to look at the sky. You felt him walking up beside you. "Brick." He said introducing himself. "Don't care." You said in a monotone.

"Liam was right." He said to himself and you looked at him with and you looked at him with an raised eyebrow. "My friend Liam, he says, the prettier the girl the crazier she is." His words made you laugh this time.

"That's bullshit."

"No seriously. You're lucky you're pretty otherwise you look really crazy standing here talking to the sky."

"You have no idea just how crazy I am."

"I do. Just told you. 'the prettier the girl the crazier she is.' and I don't know why but crazy is kinda my type." For a second he made you blush and you looked away. "But seriously what are you doing here?" He asked looking around at the empty parting lot.

"Just taking some fresh air. Trust me these rooms can be pretty suffocating sometimes. What are you doing here?" You asked with an raised eyebrow.

"OH, I work here. I was just taking out the trash."

"You work here?" You raised an eyebrow looking down his outfit. A pair of jeans and a blue button up which wasn't even buttoned up and a white T-shirt inside.

"My dad kinda owns this place so I get to skip the uniform sometimes." You nodded and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear that fell on your face. "weird how you know about my job and I don't even know your name."

"It's.."

"Alex, think we found one.......In Indiana." Dean trailed off looking at the blond boy beside you as he walked up to the two of you. Dean was clearly glaring at the guy and he was glaring back at Dean.

"Dean, this is Brick, he works here and Brick this is Dean. My--"

"Boyfriend. I'm her boyfriend." Dean said cutting you off and the glare on Bricks face turned into hurt. Before you could open your mouth and defend yourself he said. "Oh, I'm sorry, Man. I didn't know she was taken. I'll get going then." He smiled at you and walked away.

"What was that?" You asked glaring at the Winchester standing in front of you. He didn't answer your question instead turned around and started walking. "No. Don't you dare ignore me Winchester. Why'd you tell him you're my boyfriend."

He suddenly stopped walking and turned around making you bump in his chest. "Because..... Because I wanted to."

"Oh because... Because you wanted to? You know what then? I'll go in there and strip in front of him because I want to."

"No, you won't." He said with a frown.

"Oh try me." You said turning around threatening to go back. In a quick movement he grabbed your hand pulled you back to him. "You will do no such thing, you get it. We are leaving for Indiana..... Now." with that he dragged you inside the motel.

The two hours ride to fourt Wayne was pretty awkward for you and Dean, although Sam had no idea why you guys were suddenly not talking to each other. Again. Sam made some phone calls which you didn't really pay attention to. All you knew was that you guys were meeting a detective at the station about Mary Worthington and apparently you were reporters.

Part 3

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A/N:- THIS ONE IS A LITTLE SHORT. I'M REALLY SORRY, GUYS. BUT IT MEANS THE LAST PART WILL BE UPDATED SOON. AND ALSO I NEED TO KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS THINK ABOUT IT SO FAR, I NEED TO KNOW YOUR OPINION TO KNOW IF I SHOULD KEEP WRITING OR NOT. AND ALSO, JUST BECAUSE I USED CAPS DOESN'T MEAN I'M YELLING AT YOU, I'M JUST TRYING TO GET YOUR ATTENTION. BUH-BYE.......LOVE YOUUUUUU......

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Supernatural Series Rewrite

Supernatural Rewrite Masterlist

Dean Winchester x named reader

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

Chapter warning: unwanted sexual advances (not from Dean)

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

Skin (Part 1)

Season One. Episode Six.

Skin (Part 2)

When you woke up the next day it was still just 4:30 in the morning. You felt a pair of arms wrapped tightly around your waist. It took you a second to recognize the familiar feeling of the man behind you but as soon as you did, a big smile crept on your face. You turned in his arms slowly, careful not to wake him up. You realized it was the most well rested you've felt in a while. You saw a really small smile on his face too, like he was having a really good dream.

You knew it was creepy but you couldn't help but stare at his peaceful face. Hair messy, chest going up and down in a slow rhythm, he was the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

Your train of thoughts was interrupted by a series of knocks on the door of your motel room. You tried to ignore it and continue staring at the beautiful man in front of you until you were completely awake. Your eyes widen when you realized it was Sam. "Dean, wake up." you said in a hushed tone trying to get attention of the sleeping hunter beside you.

"Alex." you finally heard Sam's voice coming from the other side of the door. "Dean.." you whispered again but he was still sleeping. The knocks got even louder.

You knew for a fact that Dean id a light sleeper so you had no idea why he wasn't waking up right now.

"Alex, if you don't open up I'll have to pick the lock myself, you're worrying me now." He said and you quickly shouted out. "No.. I mean, I'm naked, don't come in." you said and the hunter beside you finally woke up. He was about to say something but you put your hand on his mouth and gestured him to keep silent.

"oh... Ok. I just got worried because you weren't answering."

"well, what do you want, it's 5 in the morning." you asked as you removed your hand from Dean's mouth knowing he wouldn't say anything now. He pecked your lips slowly before listening clearly to Sam.

"Well I needed to show you guys something but Dean didn't come to the room last night. Did he tell you where he is? He's not picking up either." he said and you took a look at Dean's phone laying on your nightstand.

"yeah, no, I mean i don't know, he didn't tell me." you said, not sure how to answer him.

"ok, I'll try calling him again." this time even a bigger 'NO' left your mouth. You know if Sam called Dean his phone will ring inside your room.

"i mean, it's Dean, Sam. He probably went to the bar last night and found 'some girl' there." you said, emphasis on 'sone girl' with a little smirk on your lips. Dean pouted at your before pressing his lips to your neck and you bite your lip to fight back a moan.

"Yeah, Yeah, probably."

"you know what? Why don't you go to your room, I'll join you there in a few." you said successfully without making any weird noise.

"ok. By the way I bought breakfast and coffee too, Be quick if you don't want it to get cold." he said.

"Be right there." you said and heard his footsteps walking away. Just to be sure your you got up from the bed any opened your door and poked out your head to make sure he was gone.

"God, never have I ever thought that I would be hiding away from my little brother, like this." He said as you pulled out your jeans and shirt from your duffel bag.

"Well, as they say, there's a first for every thing. Now close your eyes, I have to change."

"seriously?" he asked.

"Yes. Seriously." you answered and he sighed before closing his eyes. "And no peeking." you said before turning around and changing into your today's outfit.

Once you were done you turned back around. "Ok, so I'm gonna go to your and Sam's room. You'll wait here for 10 minutes and then you'll come too." you explained your plan to him, sitting beside him on the bed.

"What!? What are we, 19? Oh wait.." He said grinning at you and you hit his arm.

"Ha Ha very funny. Just do what I said." you said and got up and took your bag before walking out from the motel room. After you walked out dean didn't know why he was still smiling to himself, looking at the door at the door you left from a second ago. He closed his eyes, waiting for 10 minutes to be over.

"Hey." you said as Sam opened the door you looked around the room pretending to be genuinely curious. "Dean still isn't here?" you asked as if you really didn't know where he was.

"Nope. Still hasn't picked up either." he said as you put your bag beside Sam's bed and sat on it. He handed you your coffee and a bag of donuts

"Ah, donuts. Thanks, Sammy, maybe I could forgive you for waking me up at 5 in the morning." you joked and started munching on the sweet treat Sam got you for breakfast just as you took your first bite, Dean walked in from the front door of the motel room. As soon as he walked in, you glared at him so hard that its surprising that your eyes didn't pop out.

"what are we having?” he asked and sat beside you.

“Dude where have you been since last night?” Sam questioned his brother putting both of his hands on his hips. “Yeah, Dean. Where were you?”  You repeated  his question with a little smirk while you sipped on your coffee. 

“I-I........I went to the bar. And after that i went home with this chic. she was really hot by the way.” he said returning your smirk.

“you could have at least called. you weren’t picking up either. i gotta show you guys something.” Sam said.

“Dude, its only 5 in the morning.” Dean complained.

“I know, but we got to check this out.  Anyways I’m gonna go load the impala.” Sam said while doing something on his phone as he walked out of the room with yours and his bag. 

“I told you to wait for 10 minutes before coming in.” You hissed as soon as Sam was out of the room.

“It hasn’t been 10 minutes yet?” Dean asked innocently. “No. it has been only 4.” you said and he looked a little surprised. 

“Damn, time runs slow sometimes.” he made a remark sipping his coffee.

“Time doesn’t run, Dean. you are impatient.” You said and he bit his lip while looking at your face. 

“Can you blame me though?” he asked glancing at your lips and you turn your face so he wouldn’t see you blush. You started playing with your hair, a habit you didn’t know you had until Dean started making you blush. 

“Shut up. Let me finish my coffee.” you attached the cup to your lips, hiding the smile behind it. 

It didn’t take very long to get back to Zach’s house. Dean pulled up at the backside of his house.

“So what are we doing here at 5:30 in the morning?” You asked stepping out of the car.

“I realized something. the videotape shows the killer going in but not coming out.” 

“So he came out the back door?” Dean asked.

“Duh.” You said making him glare at you.

“Right, so there should be a trail to follow. A trail the police never pursue.” Sam said.

“Because they think the killer never left, they caught Zach inside.” you said.

“Duh.” It was Dean’s turn to mock you and you hit him in his arm. 

“I still don’t know what we’re doing here at 5:30 in the morning” He said leaning against the hood of the impala as you followed Sam to look for any evidence.  You saw something with the corner of you eyes and walked toward the telephone pole beside Zach’s house. 

“Hey, look at this.” You said catching attention of both the boys and Sam quickly walked over to you. “Blood.” you said touching the dried red blood that caught your eyes. 

“Some body came this way.” Sam said turning to look at his older brother. 

“Maybe the trail ends. I don’t see anything over here.” Dean said. Suddenly you heard sirens wailing and an ambulance passed by you and the three of you looked at each other before following it.

You stopped in front of a house and watched as a man was led outside ion handcuffs and pushed inside a police car. “What happened?” Dean asked a bystander.

“He tried to kill his wife. tied her up and beat her.” she said and Sam looked at you with a knowing look on his face. “I used to see him going to work. He’d wave, say hello. he seemed like such a nice guy.” she continued, shaking her head, disappointed in her neighbor, or whoever he was. 

You waited in the for police to clear out. You and Sam went looking around the back of the house while Dean went to the police station. You were looking around for any kind of evidence or clue, Sam was  checking inside the garbage cans when Dean came back, you turned when you heard him say.

“Hey, remember when i said this wasn’t our kind of problem? Its definitely our kind of problem.” Dean said enthusiastically. 

“what’d you find?” you asked as Sam walked up to you and Dean. 

“I just talked to the patrolman who was on the scene. He heard this guy Alex’x story, all Alex’s are mean.” He smirked at you proud of his little joke and you glared at him as he continued. “So apparently the dude was driving home when his wife was attacked.”

“So he was two places at once too.” Sam said. “Then he sees himself in the house, the police thinks he’s a nutjob.” 

“Two dark doubles attacking the loved ones in exactly the same way.” Sam said.

“could be the same thing doing it too.” Dean replied.

“Shapeshifter?” you suggested and the boys looked at you. “Something that can make itself look like anyone?”

“Every culture in the world ha a shapeshifter lore. Legends of creature who can transfer themselves into other animals or men.” Dean said agreeing with your idea. 

“Right. skinwalkers, werewolves.” 

“oh, yeah. Two attacks within a block of each other. I guess we got shapeshifter problem in neighborhood.” Dean said. 

“Let me ask you guys, in any of all this shapeshifter lore, do any of them fly?” You asked.

“Not that i know of.” Dean replied following you as you walked around him. 

“I picked up a trail here. Someone ran out of the back headed of this way.” you said. 

“Just like Zach’s house.”

“Yeah and just like Zach’s house the trail suddenly ends, like whatever it is just.......disappeared.” You added.

“Well there’s another way to go.” Dean said. “Down.” You all look down to see a manhole cover right beneath your feet.  

“Fuck me.” You mumbled and both the boys looked at you with an raised eyebrow. “Its a metaphor.” You said making them chuckle as Sam removed the cover and you bend down to look inside. “No, nope, nope. Not going in there.”  You said, standing up as a fowl smell hit your nose. 

“Come on, sweetheart. You don’t back out that easy.” Dean said wrapping an arm around your waist, resting it on your butt, but removed it as soon as Sam looked at with an raised eyebrow. 

“Yeah, you’re right. let’s just go in.” You said before climbing in, Sam was the last one to get inside as he closed the manhole cover behind him. 

“I bet this runs right by Zach’s house too. The shapeshifter could be using the sewer system to get around.” You said as the three of you walked further inside.  “I think you are right. look at this.” Dean said as Sam and you crouched down to where he was. You almost threw up as you saw he was looking at a pile of human skin and it was all slimy and gooey and just gross. “EW” you exclaimed as Dean picked up the transparent slimy substance with his knife.

“Is this from his victims?” Sam wondered out loud.

“I just had a sick thought.” Dean said examining the thing in his knife and then looking at the two of you. “When the shifter changes shape....maybe it shreds.” He said throwing the skin back in the pile. “That is sick.” You commented

The three of you climbed out of the sewer and ran back to impala. Dean opened the trunk of Baby and pulled out the silver bullets “Now one thing i learned from dad. No matter what king of shapeshifter it is, there’s always one sure way to kill it.” Dean said.

“Silver bullet to the heart.” Sam and you said in a sync and then looked at each other with a smile. Just then Sam’s phone started ringing and he picked up. 

“This is Sam.” he said to whoever it was on the other side and the  walked away from Dean and you. He looked a little upset when he hung up so you walked over to him, and leaned beside him against the impala.

“Hey, what happened?” you asked putting a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it slightly for comfort. “Beck found out Dean’s not a real cop.” He said and dean walked up to both of you. 

“I hate to say it but that’s what I was talking about. You lie  to your friends because if they knew the truth they’d be freaked. Its just......It would be easier if-”

“I was like you.” Sam completed his brothers sentence. 

“Hey man, like it or not we are not like other people. But I tell you one thing, this hole gig, its not without perks.” Dean said, pulling out his gun, Sam grabbed it tucked in the back of his jeans. 

The three of you made your way back to the sewer and climbed in. The three of you walked around the sewer holding up torches looking for the shifter or his lair. Dean was walking in the front and Sam as behind and you were in the middle. You didn’t fight about it because you knew they were just trying to protect you.

“I think we’re close to its lair.” Dean said and scrunched up your nose when you saw what he was pointing at.

“Why’d you say that?”

“Because there’s another puke-inducing pile next to your face.” You said lighting your torch at the pile of skin. Sam turned and immediately backed off with a loud groan. “ Oh, god.” 

“Looks like it lived here for a while.” You said pointing at another pile of skin and clothes.

“Who knows how many murders he’s gotten away with?” Sam said and turn toward you and Dean. 

“Dean!” Sam  yelled and you turned as well to see the shifter standing just behind dean. Before you could pull out your gun he punched and he fell on the ground and then the shifter ran away. You and Sam shot at him but was a little too fast. 

“Dean you ok?” you asked helping him up.

“Get the son of a bitch!” Dean exclaimed and Sam made a run after him but you hesitated for a second. “Alex, seriously I’m fine. Let’s get him.” Dean said and you nodded before the two of you took off after the shifter and Sam. The three of you climbed out of the sewer but the shifter was nowhere in sight.

“Alright let’s split.” You suggested.

“Ok. You’re coming with one of us.” Dean said.

“No Dean. Its better if we separate. We don’t know where he went we’ll cover more ground.” you said and it took a sec to get them convince. “Alright, I’ll meet you guys around the other side.” With that the three if you separated ways. 

You ran toward a dark alley with your gun raised up. A few people walking here and there, some of them were giving you weird looks, some look scored because of the gun. After a few minutes you put your gun back in your jeans standing where Dean told you he would meet you, waiting for either of them to show up. 

You felt a hand on your butt and you turned immediately to punch whoever it was but stepped when you saw it was just Dean. “Dean! you scared me.” You complained and pushed him slightly. “You found anything?” You asked as he pulled you closer once more. “No. He’s gone.” he said putting one your hip, grabbing a little more rougher than usual. 

“Alright let’s get back to the car.” Dean said and you frowned.

“Sam’s not here yet, let’s wait for him.” You said.  

“He’ll meet us by the car.” He said holding your hand and leading you hand and leading you across the road. 

“You think he found another way underground?” you asked as you reached the car.

“Yeah probably. oh shoot.”

“What?” You asked as you both stopped by the trunk of the car.

“Sam has the keys.” 

“Guess we gotta wait till he comes.” 

“Or.....we could do something more fun.” He suggested as he licked his lips and looked down at your body, eyes lingering a little longer on some parts. You felt a shiver ran down your spine, you don’t know why. You’ve never felt creeped out around Dean before, he always made you feel comfortable, even when he looks at you in not so innocent way.

Before you could say anything his lips were on yours. You hesitated for a few second but kissed back eventually. He picked you up and sat you on the trunk of the car. He stepped between your legs and kept kissing you roughly. one of his hand reached under your shirt but you stopped it right before it could touch your breast. He grabbed your waist harshly and pulled you closer. His lips trailed from your jaw line to your neck, he bit down there and you hiss.

“Dean stop. I don’t wanna do it.” You said and tried to push him away but he was a little to heavy. You started feeling weak, memories coming back to yo, you felt trapped and you couldn’t breath. “Dean, I said stop, I don’t like it.” This time you tried harder but he still didn’t stop. His hands were on your thighs and lips on your collar bone. You knew you could fight him, you could push him away, you have fought monsters for god’s sake but now he was like you were shut down. 

“I said stop.” This time you pushed him away with all your force and he stumbled back. At that moment you knew it wasn’t your Dean, it could’t be, he would never do that to you. You heard footsteps and you saw Sam was approaching you guys. “What the fuck is wrong with you!” You yelled as you jumped off the  car and slapped him right across the cheek. 

“Hey, hey, hey, what’s happening here.” Sam said running toward both of you. When he reached you subconsciously grabbed his arm tightly. When Sam looked at his best friend he saw tears streaming down her face as she clinged into his arm like a lost puppy and a look on Dean’s face that he never saw in his life. Sam’s heart broke a little at the slightly of his best friend. Even though none of them answered his question he immediately knew what his ‘brother’ has done and he also knew that it wasn't Dean he was talking to. Dean would never lay a hand on a woman without her consent.

“You got the keys?” Dean asked after a minute of silence. 

“Hey didn’t dad once face a shapeshifter in San Antonio?” Sam asked and Alex understood what he was doing. 

“No that was Austin. It turned out not to be a shapeshifter. It was a thought form, a psychic projection, remember.”

“Yeah.” Sam said and then threw the keys at him which he caught with his bad shoulder. Right then you guys were confirmed that it was the shifter. 

As the shifter opened the trunk you and Sam slowly pulled out your guns and pointed at him. “What have you done to him?” Sam yelled as he pulled the safety off.

“Dude chill, its me alright.” The shifter said

“No, I don’t think so. Where’s my brother?” Sam asked.

“You caught those keys with your left. Your shoulder was hurt.” You argued, not putting your gun down. 

“Yeah, its better. What do you want me to do, cry?” 

“You’re not my brother. He’d never lay a finger on Alex without her consent.” Sam said gritting his teeth, the mere mention made his blood boil.

“Why don’t you pull the trigger then, hmm?” He asked walking closer to Sam.”Because you’re not sure.”  

“Don’t.” Sam said and before you could do anything he knocked him out with a crowbar and pulled his gun on him.

“Now sweetheart, if you don’t want to scrap his brain from the road, put the gun down.” He said looking at you while pointing the gun at Sam’s head. You knew if anything happen to Sam, Dean would never forgive you and neither would you, so you put the gun down. You slowly reached for the knife on the waist of your jeans without him noticing.

“Ah, ah, ah, hands where I can see ‘em.” He demanded and you put your hand up in the air. “Now about what happened back there, I just couldn’t help myself, I’m sorry. And I’m also sorry about what I’m gonna do now.” Before you knew what he was talking about he hit your head with the back of his gun and everything went black around you. 

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Part 3

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AU where in why Dean is taking so long

Sam: Hey Dean, can you go check on Jack and tell him were gonna bake?

Dean: Sure thing

Dean: *sees jack in the living room with some sort of bright thing

Dean: Hey kid, what you up to? We're gonna be baking some pies and cookies and-

Jack: Oh, hey Dean!

Dean: is that...

Jack: a ligh-

Dean: LIGHTSABER

Dean: Did you make that?

Jack: Yeah! I got bored and just taught of a lightsaber and it just came out of nowhere..

Dean: That is so COOL...

meanwhile in the kitchen..

Castiel: Hello, Sam

Sam: Hey, Cas

Castiel: *looks around the kitchen

Castiel: Where is Dean and Jack? I thought we were gonna have some family time and bake?

Sam: I got Dean to call Jack. Although, I don't know what's taking him so long to call Jack.

Cas: By the way, here are the ingredients we didn't have.

Sam: Thanks Cas..

Cas: I believe we should go check on Dean and Jack.

Sam: We probably should, it's been 18 minutes..

*Sam and Cas walks to the living room..

Dean: JACK!

*Sam and Cas looks at each other and hurry's to the living room

Sam: What happened!

Cas: What's going on!

Sam: What happened to Jack, Dean?!

Cas: Jack! What happened!

Dean: Whoah you guys, what's with all the questions?

Sam: What do you mean?! YOU SCREAMED FOR JACK, WHAT HAPPEND?!

Jack: Sam, Cas, calm down..

Cas: WHAT DO YOU MEAN CALM DOWN?! WE HEARD DEAN SCREAMED FOR-

Dean: WE WERE PLAYING AND ROLE PLAYING FOR CHUCK'S SAKE..

*Sam and Cas looks at the lightsabers Dean and Jack are holding

Sam: Is that a lightsaber?

Cas: Where did you get those?

Jack: I made them!

Dean: Yeah he made them! AND IT'S A REAL LIGHTSABER!!

Sam: WHAT?! YOU CAN GET HURT WITH THAT-

- and so they all kept bickering end ended up trashing the kitchen -

let me know if y'all want part 2!

Sabriel

I genuinely have no idea where this ship came from, but it is pretty cute, and I was curious to read a couple fics of them. Besides, I’m currently on season 13 and we deserve more Gabriel content in this time of stress. All of these also have Destiel in them, but which one the fic is focused on varies. I hope you enjoy them!

Rewriting the Book by MonPetitTresor on AO3. (37,224 words).

Tags: Dimension Travel, Alternate Universe, Gabriel in the Bunker, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Sam Remembers Hell, PTSD, Post-Gadreel, Mark of Cain, Hurt Sam, Scared Sam, Emotionally Repressed, Sam Has Panic Attacks, The Cage.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: When Sam gets a little too close to stopping Metatron’s plans, the angel decides to use some of his extra juice to get Sam out of his way by sending him to a completely different reality. He never could’ve predicted what Sam might find there – or what he might bring back home with him.

Notes: The trauma in this was written so well, and it is part of what made this amazing. It was really respectful, realistic, and clearly well researched. And, as a bonus, an excellent plot!

In All Your Borrowed Finery by vanishingact on AO3. (67,950 words).

Tags: Winged Dean Winchester, Winged Sam Winchester, Winged Castiel, Winged Gabriel, Spells & Enchantments, Hunters & Hunting, Case Fic, Harpies, Canon-Typical Violence, Major Character Injury, Slow Build, Slow Burn, Fluff and Humor and Smut and Angst, Wingfic, Fan art. 

My Rating: 5 stars. 

Description: Dean finds an interesting symbol in Kevin's angel tablet notes and, against Sam's counselling, uses it in the heat of battle with a pair of angelic assassins. Side effects include pain, disorientation, and uncontrollable new appendages for the Winchesters. A disgruntled Castiel and a delighted Gabriel show up to help. Hunting (and life) gets interesting when wings are involved.

Notes: Okay this was literally adorable and you can not convince me otherwise. Every time I read a fic with everyone’s favourite archangel, I miss him just a bit more.

Black Swans by omphalos and Wolfling on AO3. (66,455 words).

Tags: Post-Apocalypse, Road Trip, Blasphemy.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: A post-apocalyptic road trip with a still recovering archangel wasn't how Sam had envisioned the aftermath of their big plan, but it sure beat a lot of the alternatives.

Notes: This was absolutely brilliant, so well written, and the plot was phenomenal! The misunderstanding was painful, and the original characters were great.

omni gladio ancipiti by lifevolutionary on AO3. (10,892 words).

Tags: Wingfic, Telepathy, Psychic Bond.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: The archangel Gabriel had never chosen a Bearer for his sword. Until now.

Notes: This was so freaking sweet, and I love the idea of Sam just casually having a flaming sword.

Dies Irae, or Something by AlchemyAlice on AO3. (51,223 words).

Tags: Alternate Universe - Apocalypse, Blasphemy, Alternate Universe - Canon, Biblical References.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: It starts with headaches, and it ends in a clusterfuck. So, business as usual, Apocalypse-wise.

Notes: I know it says Good Omens as well, but it is just a brief mention of Aziraphale and Crowley, so you don’t need to know anything about it! And this fic was written beautifully. Is it bad that I miss the apocalypse days?

That One Time Sam Winchester Googled Something Weird and It Had Pretty Awesome Results by quitepossiblyjanuary on AO3. (2,587 words).

Tags: Romantic Fluff, First Kiss, Stars, Humor, Courtship, Short & Sweet.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: In which Sam Googles something and his curiosity doesn't kill the cat. Or him. Or anyone. It's a pretty awesome feeling.

Notes: This was so adorable! Gabe was so sweet, and his mind reading skills made me laugh.

Bing Crosby’s Pennies From Heaven by twentysomething on AO3. (9,613 words).

Tags: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Gabriel, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Death.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: Sam always asks inappropriate, poorly-timed questions, so what comes out of his mouth doesn't exactly surprise himself. "Where were you?"

Notes: This was brilliant - the little gifts that Gabe left for Sam were adorable, and I burst out laughing at the image of trying to get Bobby’s wheelchair on top of a toilet.

‘Star Wars is Overrated’ by leftdragonpainter on AO3. (38,186 words).

Tags: Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Pining, Drinking, Writer Castiel, Mechanic Dean, Neighbours, Swearing, Winchester Logic, Big Brother Gabriel, Clueless Dean, College Student Sam, Awkward Dates, Pie, Dean Cooks, Slow Burn, Injured Sam, Fixing Cars, Emotional Constipation, Angst, Confessions, Smut, Love Confessions, Temporary Amnesia, Star Trek References, Star Wars References, Angst with a Happy Ending.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description:  When Dean Winchester turned sixteen he was disappointed by the words that appeared on his chest. He never expected that it would take so much to find his soulmate. He never expected to not remember meeting them…

Notes: Every time I thought I knew what was going to happen, it either went in the complete opposite direction or something totally different happened, and I loved it.

Start Quoting Shakespeare and We’re Done by pyrebi on AO3. (15,579 words).

Tags: Romantic Comedy, Misunderstanding, Banter, Libraries, Food, Ridiculousness, Alternate Universe - Library, Alternate Universe - Human.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: In which Dean has the hots for a librarian named Cas, Cas may or may not have the hots for a mechanic named Dean, and Gabriel joins Sam in the peanut gallery in the hopes that he might just get to do a horizontal tango of his own.

Notes: Damn, the misunderstandings in this were so unbelievably painful. Overall, though, it was very funny and quite cute. Also, I love the idea of Gabe owning a sweet store.

Bring it On Home by lilyleia78 on AO3. (34,482 words).

Tags: Romance, Alternate Universe, Drama, Bonding, Angelic Soulbond, Angels, Alternate Universe - Fairy Tale.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: When John sells his sons to Heaven in exchange for the Colt, Dean and Sam find themselves separated from each other and in the care of two very different angels. Dean and Cas work together to find out why Heaven wants Sam and how they can reunite the brothers - all the while growing closer every day. Meanwhile Sam should hate Gabriel and his endless string of conquests, but Gabriel's twisted sense of humor and attractive smile inspire something much more complicated.

Notes: First of all, I would like to say that John absolutely does not deserve any redemption or forgiveness in this fic, but okay. The idea - especially the Sabriel side - was a little creepy, but it was executed fairly well.

Our Mornings by entanglednow on AO3. (2,155 words).

Tags: Morning After.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: That would be the sound of his brother having sex with an angel three rooms away.

Notes: This was fairly cute, but a bit short for my tastes.

And, for all the Sabriel fans who don’t ship Destiel:

Highway of Love (Or: How Sam Winchester Learned to Stop Worrying and Relax Already) by Jassy on AO3. (24,536 words).

Tags: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, The Trickster.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: AU. Sam noticed a few things weren't quite right after they killed the Trickster. After going back to check things out, his life will never be the same.

Notes: This was probably the first Sabriel fic I ever read, and honestly I just didn’t understand it. I mean, not complaining, because I’ve read Mystrade fics before and we all know they don’t even share a scene, but I was still confused. Then, I read a really nicely done thing on Instagram explaining it, and I kind of got it. So I read this, and I really enjoyed it, and now I ship Sabriel. 

So, they may be this fandom’s crack ship, but I hope you enjoyed this edition of Destiel + other ships. I’m thinking that I might do a Saileen one in the future, because she may have only been in one episode I have watched but oh boy she was an icon, and it’s good for my heart to ship things that actually happen (I think. No one tell me otherwise. I will cry).

Christmas!

18/12/20 - It’s nearly time... so whether you celebrate Christmas or not, I hope you have a lovely holiday and enjoy reading about our boys being festive.

a covenant of salt by museaway on AO3. (5,175 words).

Tags: Christmas, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, First Kiss, First Time, Holidays, Fanart, Men of Letters Bunker.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: They didn’t put up a tree on Cas’s first Christmas in the bunker.

Notes: This was so wholesome and was written excellently - the ending gave me chills!

It Started with a Fanfic Competition by Tenoko1 on AO3. (124,487 words).

Tags: Humor, Angst, Internalized Homophobia, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Accidental Plot, Personal Growth, Found Family, Fluff, PTSD, Therapy, Alternate Season 12, Charlie Lives, Crack, Thanksgiving, Christmas.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: What started off as a game becomes a journey of friendship, love, and personal growth; filled with all the ups-and-downs that will make and bind a family.

Notes: This was written beautifully (I adore Tenoko1′s fics!). It is so wholesome, absolutely not afraid to call characters out on their bullshit, and genuinely has more character development than we see in the entire 15 seasons of the show.

Cuffed to an Angel by mattzerella_sticks on AO3. (72,529 words).

Tags: Fake Relationship, Professor Dean, Writer Dean, Detective Castiel, Fluff, Angst, Mutual Pining, Bisexual Dean, Gay Castiel, Christmas, Sharing a Bed, Homophobia, Hurt/Comfort, New Year’s.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Dean Winchester has a lot going for him: he's beloved by his students, he's finished writing his first book, and he's living comfortably in New York City. The only problem is... he's single. That wouldn't bother him much if his family wouldn't be visiting for the holidays. With cuffing season over, Dean has to face his family alone... or will he? Castiel DiAngelo is a simple detective who hasn't really celebrated Christmas in over 9 years, holidays and family being a sore spot for him. But after taking Dean up on an offer, he finds that you can't really avoid the holidays. Will these two be able to pull off a seminal holiday trope? Or will certain developments get in the way...

Notes: This was painful to read in the best way - I was waiting for the inevitable moment when everything goes bad, and when it did I was actually screaming! U absolutely adored this fic.

Welcome All Winchesters by almaasi on AO3. (60,237 words).

Tags: Romance, Fluff and Smut, Fake Relationship, Fake Marriage, Mistaken For A Couple, Friends to Lovers, Bi-Curious Dean, Artist Castiel, Chef Castiel, Agender Castiel, Road Trips, Sharing a Bed, Cuddling & Snuggling, First Kiss, Marriage Proposal, POV Alternating, Alternate Universe - Human, Domestic Fluff.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: When Dean’s engagement breaks off three days before Christmas, he’s left with nobody to accompany him on a road trip to his family’s mountain log cabin. His best friend Castiel happens to be available, and is willing to help him through a tough time. But when Dean's mother and brother arrive, expecting to meet the person Dean plans to marry, they understandably assume Castiel is Dean's fiancé. After a weekend of comfortable domesticity, sharing clothes, intimate conversations, and definitely-one-time-only therapy sex, it feels almost too easy for Dean and Cas to fake a loving, romantic relationship. The hard part is going back to being friends afterwards. They can’t keep their hands off each other, and they’ve discovered some fun things to do together which they’d never tell another soul about. And, oh boy, feelings. Now being ‘just friends’ is so impossible, it seems as if fate had another plan for them all along...

Notes: This was so cute, even if Dean was a complete idiot. Also, ferrets.

How to re-gift fruitcake and other tips for surviving the holidays by museaway on AO3. (4,663 words).

Tags: Christmas, Neighbours, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Human.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: The saying goes you should “love thy neighbor,” but Castiel Novak was the neighbor from Hell.

Notes: This was so cute and funny and sweet... my heart is gonna explode.

all those lovely things by museaway on AO3. (7,870 words).

Tags: Alternate Universe - Smith/Wesson, Christmas Party, Co-Workers, Trapped in Elevator, Cuddling & Snuggling, Ridiculous Premise, Christmas, Holidays.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: Oh, no. No. No. He’s not dying in a freak elevator accident on Christmas Eve with Castiel Novak. No way.

Notes: This was so cheesy but in that really fun, Christmas rom com way.

Peace And Good Luck To All Men by KismetJeska on AO3. (31,367 words).

Tags: Christmas, Alternate Universe - Human, Humor, Dysfunctional Family, Unrequited Love.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: Christmas in the Milton household was difficult enough without the added complication of guests- and if Luke and Gabriel placing bets on who can get with Sam first wasn’t bad enough, then Cas developing a ridiculous crush on his sister’s boyfriend definitely is.

Notes: This was absolutely hilarious and officially the second fic ever to convince me to ship Samifer (kind of). I love the idea of a dysfunctional family Christmas.

Snow Place Like Home (But My Home Is With You) by almaasi on AO3. (47,814 words).

Tags: Alternate Canon, Christmas, Domestic Fluff, Sam Ships It, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Castiel’s First Christmas, Bed & Breakfast, Sharing a Bed, Cuddling & Snuggling, Smut, Marriage Proposal, POV Alternating.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: It’s Christmas Eve, and Dean, Sam and Castiel are snowed into a small town with a big festive spirit. They splurge on a fancy room in a B&B – hey, they deserve a treat. There’s a tiny plastic tree and a working TV, so they could perhaps overlook the lack of hot water and Dean having to bunk with Sam. Sleeping arrangements soon reach a happier equilibrium: Dean’s just cuddling Cas to keep him warm, he swears – the tingly feeling means nothing! Christmas Day arrives, and Cas still doesn’t have a gift for Dean. Dean doesn’t know what to give Cas, either. Sam has a few ideas, but will the other two truly understand what he means?

Notes: This was the Christmas fluff we all deserve after this year.

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year by fairychangeling on AO3. (8,152 words).

Tags: Christmas, Alternate Universe, Explicit Sexual Content, Homophobia.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: Castiel doesn't have a date to the office Christmas party until his best friend Dean volunteers to accompany him. Everyone thinks they’re a couple, but they’re not. At least, not at first.

Notes: This is amazing... as they say, it isn’t Christmas without a homophobe being punched! (or fired).

I Won’t Even Wish for Snow by Annie D on AO3 (6,521 words).

Tags: College/University AU, Christmas, Mistletoe, Mild Angst, First Kiss, Castiel POV, Fluff, Friends to Lovers.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: It’s the third year that Castiel’s spending Christmas with his best friend’s family, and he expects it to be much like the previous two. Then mistletoe happens.

Notes: This was so cute and hit me right in the feels!

Santa Doesn’t Wear Eyeliner by crossroadswrite on AO3. (2,091 words).

Tags: Jock!Dean, Punk!Cas, High School AU, Christmas, Secret Santa, Artist!Cas, Christmas Sweaters, Fluff.

My Rating:  3 stars.

Description: In which Dean is a jock, Cas is a punk and they're each other's Secret Santa.

Notes: This was so adorable - especially Dean’s nervousness - and such a great idea.

Failure (to Cuddle) is Not an Option by Annie D on AO3. (3,766 words).

Tags: Christmas, Cuddling and Snuggling, Schmoop, Angst, Humor, First Kiss, Friendship, Fluff, Plot What Plot, Dean POV.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: All Castiel wants for Christmas is to cuddle, is that really too much to ask?

Notes: This was so cute and I can totally imagine this actually happening.

So, enjoy! I wish you a very merry Christmas and hope that you stay safe and have a nice time. And don’t worry, I’ll be back in time for some New Year’s fics.

Supernatural: The End

I had a weird dream, and basically had to translate it into a little drabble!

642 words.

Exactly a month after Cas’ death, there is a knock on the door of the bunker.

Dean’s barely conscious enough to answer, startling awake at the harsh banging, sloshing the half-empty bottle of liquor over the floor. Groaning, he manages to haul himself onto his feet and stumble his way to the door. It’s only as he is opening it that he realises he should probably have brought some kind of weapon, but he figures it’s too late anyway.

There’s no one at the door. There is, however, on closer inspection, a carrier bag.

Looking around one more time to check there really was no one there, Dean snatches the bag up and slams the door behind him. His hangover is starting to hit, his head pounding and the harsh lights of the bunker forcing him to squint as he sways over to the library table, plonking himself down on the chair. 

He tips the carrier bag upside down, vaguely hoping it isn’t a bomb, and is surprised to find a book fall out. The cover is blank, save for three words: ‘Supernatural: The End?’ Against his better judgement, Dean flips open to the first page. There, waiting for him, is a handwritten note.

To Sam and Dean,

I’m sorry for not sticking around, but to be honest, I couldn’t guarantee you wouldn’t shoot me. And honestly, I wouldn’t blame you. Unfortunately, that wouldn’t give me the opportunity to catch up on Doctor Sexy, and that’s all I really care about right now.

Really, I just wanted to give you this book I wrote. It’ll be the last one, I imagine; it’s up to you to write the epilogue, and I think I’m done with writing for good. But I wanted to clear up a few things, and God never was a good writer.

What you probably don’t know is that Chuck Shurley wasn’t invented by God. I am very much a real person, who wrote real books and never expected to spend fifteen years possessed by God himself.

He’s gone now, but he really was the shittiest writer, and I couldn’t leave your story like that. If you don’t want to read it, that’s fine. I can’t make you. Sell it on ebay or something. But it’s there, in case you ever change your mind.

I have a feeling we’ll never meet again, but it was nice (not) knowing you,

(The Real) Chuck Shurley

Dean raises his eyebrows, managing to sober up slightly. It had never crossed his mind that there might have been a real Chuck, he just always assumed it had been God. He can’t help but feel bad for the poor bastard; being possessed by Michael had been bad enough, but to be controlled by God for fifteen years? That was the worst kind of nightmare.

Turning the page again, curiosity getting the better of him, Dean can’t help but smile sadly at the dedication. 

To Team Free Will 2.0. So sorry for everything I’ve put you through.

It’s at this moment that Sam wanders into the library, yawning and rubbing his eyes. “What’s that?” he asks, dropping into the seat across from Dean.

“Did you know God was possessing some poor son of a bitch all these years?”

“No,” Sam responds, frowning. “What, Chuck Shurley was a real person?”

“Yup. He sent a parting gift. One final book.”

“Are you gonna read it?”

Dean looks down at the unassuming book in his hands, running his thumb over the question mark. Chuck - God, that is - had been a poor fucking excuse for a writer. Maybe the real Chuck was better. And even though he is aware he’s basically reading fanfiction about his own life, he turns the page one more time.

Chapter One: Grip You Tight

“Yeah,” Dean says, his throat closing up. “I think I will.”

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a million words

Febuwhump day one prompt: Mind Control

Word count: 915

Read on AO3. 

It was supposed to be a normal hunt. It was always supposed to be a normal hunt. But here he was, riding shotgun in his own body, watching as the bastard controlling him stole his life.

Fuck’s sake, Dean thought. I was looking forward to that burger.

Sure, demons killed and tortured people and brought down planes and caused all kinds of trouble, but this one… this one was just an asshole. Who possessed a hunter just to sit with his brother in a greasy diner and eat the burger that he’d been waiting for all day? That was a dick move, even by demon standards.

Sam had yet to notice that it was not his brother sitting across from him. Dean thought the kid was supposed to be smart? And, the whole unpleasant situation was made all the more infuriating as Sam rattled off obscure lore from his laptop, which he could usually ignore - as long as they knew how to kill whatever they were hunting, he didn’t care for the finer details - apart from the fact Dean knew he was so far off the mark that it was driving him insane. No, it’s not a fucking pagan god, it’s just some random asshat demon.

“Anyway, you done eating? I’m kinda tired,” Sam finishes, pushing his plate away.

“Sure,” the demon replies, and they stand up to leave.

Apparently, Sam deserves more credit than Dean gives him, because they’re not even halfway to the motel they checked into last night when he pushes Not-Dean into a dark alley, shoving him up against a wall.

“What have you done with my brother?” he practically growls, and Dean feels a burst of pride.

“Sammy? What are you talking about?”

“Christo,” Sam whispers, and Dean sees the reflection of his own face with black eyes in the filthy window over Sam’s shoulder. It’s terrifying, and he’s suddenly aware of the danger Sam is really in. Can he really take on a demon by himself?

Sam only gets a sentence into the exorcism before Not-Dean tosses him into a chain-link fence with a simple flick of its wrist. Dean remembers the night they spent memorising that exorcism; how they had taken turns repeating it until they could do it without looking, how Sam had fallen asleep still muttering Latin, the chant branded into his brain.

Dean watches as Sam staggers to his feet and immediately continues from where he left off, and he feels the demon inside him writhe in agony as he finishes another sentence. It’s like his veins are on fire, the evil that has infected him clinging on for dear life while being pulled in the opposite directions. He can’t help but imagine that this is what being stuck in the middle of a tornado feels like; being tugged in a hundred different directions, the wind rushing deafeningly in his ears as he struggles to keep his feet chained to the ground.

Sam’s halfway through the exorcism when the demon gets close enough to him to hit him, and then it just doesn’t stop. Blood pours from Sam’s nose and mouth and bruises are already starting to form on his face. Dean hates this, hates that he can feel the crunch of Sam’s nose breaking under his own bloody knuckles, hates that every time Sam hits back the demon doesn’t even flinch. He’s proud, too; even though it’s a miracle that Sam’s still conscious, he’s still mumbling his way through the rest of the exorcism. Dean can tell it’s working, can feel the anguish that the demon inside him feels, but it’s not enough.

Sam passes out with a final smack of his head against the pavement, and Dean feels his lips form a smirk without his permission.

“I like you, Dean,” it says, Dean’s familiar voice sounding wrong. “Maybe I’ll keep you. After I kill your brother, of course.”

With a furious roar that no one else can hear, Dean battles the creature inside him, desperately fighting for control of his own limbs. Suddenly, he’s in the eye of the storm, the tornado still whipping viciously around him, but unable to touch him.

“Sammy?” he asks, his voice hoarse. It feels like he’s surrounded by tar, but he manages to lift his arms enough to cup Sam’s face, gently shaking him awake. “Sam!”

Sam’s eyes flutter open, and Dean has never been so glad to see him alive. “Dean? Where’s the demon?”

“Still here,” he grunts, wincing at the effort it’s taking to keep it from stealing control of his body back. “Need ya to finish the exorcism for me.”

“Okay,” Sam says, and he expels the demon from Dean without hesitation.

The next day, when they’re both patched up, Sam spends three hours in the library. Dean’s sure he’s avoiding him, and can’t blame him, either. It must have been weird, to nearly be killed by someone who you thought you could trust. When he closes his eyes, Dean swears he can still feel the evil wriggling around inside him. The tornado may be gone, but it’s still up to him to clear up the debris.

The motel room door clicks open, and Dean’s already on his feet, an apology on his lips, when Sam cuts him off by holding up a piece of paper.

“I, uh, may have booked us to get tattoos in an hour. Two towns over. Can we make it?”

Dean raises his eyebrows. “‘Course I can make it.”

Join Me

Pairing: Lucifer x reader

Word Count: 1,074

Summary: The reader wants to confront Lucifer, but ends up giving into her darkest desires…

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: Hope it’s okay!

Your palms, clutching the gun tightly, were sweating and your hands were shaking visibly. If your hunting partners were there, they would have been sure to tease you about that, as you took pride in your steady hand and perfect aim.

But they weren’t even alive anymore, and all because of the man -archangel, demon, whatever- standing there in front of you with his back turned to you; vulnerable and bare. Nobody had seen him kill them, but word was he had sent his demons to do the dirty job.

Still, it was his fault, his fault, his fault.

Your whole body was shaking with anger and fear, and the adrenaline was pumping through your blood, making your skin buzz and tingle. Every slight movement felt weird, as if you weren’t fully in control of your body and you were feeling someone else control it.

You were so angry, so livid and full of rage, that while you knew your simple bullets would do nothing to harm Lucifer himself, you had to try. Your life held no meaning anyway without your friends and hunting partners, and you’d get your revenge if it was the last thing you did.

Suddenly, the stability in your arms returned and you were able to carefully aim at Lucifer’s back and fire.

The bullet cut right through Lucifer’s vessel’s body, and a spray of blood coloured his shirt crimson, but his face held an amused expression as he turned to face you.

He shook his head and pursed his lips in disappointment, and you felt like a scolded child. Not knowing what else to do, you fired again at him as he approached you, but not so much as a wince of pain crossed his face.

When he was actually close enough so you could feel the heat his body emanated, he smirked cruelly and with a simple twist of his wrist you were pinned against the wall behind you.

“You’ve been a reaaaaaally naughty girl, Y/n,” Lucifer said, shaking his head again and making your blood boil with anger. You were surprised by how human he actually sounded, how real and tangible and not supernatural at all.

You struggled against your invisible bonds, trying to form words so you could respond to him, but you were unable to.

“I can’t decide if you want to ask me how I know who you are or if you just want to tell me to ‘go to hell’,” he grinned, chuckling at his own joke, as you once again found yourself surprised, almost mesmerised by his voice.

Again, you tried to speak, only this time you found yourself able to actually form words.

“Both,” you croaked out, upper lip curling in a sneer of hatred.

Lucifer cast you another disappointed look, and part of you actually felt chastised by it. He was menacing, and imposing, and it felt as if he could make everyone in a room feel inferior just by breathing.

“I know your name because you are a very capable hunter indeed, and I have been keeping a close eye on you,” he said, smirking.

“So close an eye that you killed my best friends?” you spat out in fury.

“I had to do what had to be done to gain a follower, my dear,” Lucifer replied with a shrug.

“Oh, and did you get that follower? Were they worth it?” you almost screamed at him.

He smirked enigmatically. “I don’t know yet. That is up to you.”

Your heart beat faster as you came to a realisation. Lucifer wanted to recruit you.

“You bastard. Why would I ever join you?” you sneered.

“You are capable. You are inconspicuous. You are smart, and talented, and you are just like me. You are a shining star now, your parents’ favourite and your friends’ beloved, but I can see the strain in your eyes. You don’t want this life of a prodigy because your ideals are different. Act upon them; join me, and the world will be at our feet. It will be ours to do with as we wish; ours to create and to destroy,” he said, and you were embarrassed by how close to home his words had actually hit. You had always hated how the hunter’s life had just been thrust upon you without anybody asking you first, and what you had hated even more was the fact that you were amazing at being a hunter.

“We’re different,” you said, grasping at straws. He could see in your eyes that his words rang true, that what he had said had affected you in more ways than you cared to admit.

“Everyone’s different,” he scoffed. “But you and I… not so much. The only difference I can see is that your Hell is right here. You are living it every moment, breathing it in and exhaling it with every breath. And you know it. You can feel it. Yet… you deny it. We want the same things. Accept it,” he said, calmly striding closer to you; so close that you could almost feel his breath on your face.

You held his blue gaze for a long while, neither looking away.

“I am not like you,” you insisted.

Lucifer just gave a cold, low, laugh and leaned even closer to you, touching his lips to yours.

What you realised first was that you were no longer bound by his invisible spell. He was actually giving you the option to decide here.

That took you by surprise, but what astonished you even more was the fact that you were responding positively to his increasingly rough kiss. He was kissing and licking and sucking and biting and, when he met no resistance, he pushed you against the wall and trapped you between it and his body.

“What is your answer?” he asked, voice low in a growl as he pulled away from the kiss that had left you breathless and yet wanting -needing- more.

“Yes,” you said breathily.

You didn’t know why you replied with what you did. The only sure thing was that no demon was possessing you because your anti-possession tattoo was still whole and unharmed.

The prospect of the world being yours was seductive, and you couldn’t say no now that you had the way to make it reality.

Lucifer smirked. “Welcome, my queen,” he muttered and leaned closer to capture your lips in another desperate, needy, kiss.

Not That Bad

Pairing: Chuck Shurley x reader

Word Count: 1001

Summary: The reader is dragged along by a friend to a Supernatural convention, where she meets Chuck who turns out to be the writer of the Supernatural books which she had never bothered to read.

A/N: I suck at summaries. Anyway, I hope you like it! ^_^

You really didn’t want to be there. You had spent two hours smiling at your friend as she tugged you along to talk to other people who were cosplaying and chatting animatedly amongst themselves about demons and ghosts and angels and monsters born from lore and mythology.

You were just bored. You had seen so many Deans and Sams and Castiels and Lucifers to last you a lifetime, and you swore that you never would follow your friend to another ‘Supernatural’ convention. In your opinion, everybody there was crazy and obsessed with books that lacked common sense, and while you hadn’t read them, you didn’t really want to. If there was a chance in a hundred for you to read them before coming to the convention, now it was a chance in a million, if that.

You had finally managed to convince your friend to leave you alone; leaning against the wall with a bottle of water clutched in your hand that you liked to pretend was alcohol that could drown your sorrows.

You heaved a sigh just as you saw someone relax against the same wall as you, clutching a bottle of water and drinking nervously.

You turned around and studied him subtly. He was short, with unruly dark hair and the beginnings of a beard on his cheeks. His eyes were blue, the most clear and beautiful blue you had ever seen, and as you faced him completely with a small smile, you remembered thinking that he was not bad at all.

“Do you not want to be here either?” you asked him, chuckling softly.

He took a swig from his bottle of water and nodded. “Y-yeah,” he replied in a tremulous voice. “I would really rather be anywhere than here” he admitted, shoulders slumping. Upon closer inspection, he didn’t just look bored like you, but he looked nervous, almost scared.

You chuckled softly in response. “Tell me about it. I was dragged here by my best friend, who’s a die-hard fan of Supernatural, but I haven’t read the books myself. And to tell you the truth, I’m not sure I want to, either. They’re just not for me,” you said.

The man just chuckled before raising his bottle of water to his lips again and drinking some more.

“I understand,” he said simply.

“I’m Y/n L/n,” you introduced yourself suddenly, after a moment of silence, smiling as you offered him his hand. He shook it.

“Chuck. Chuck Shurley,” he said, himself smiling slightly.

You spent the best part of the next hour just talking with Chuck, getting to know him as he got to know you. It was pleasant, surprisingly so, and it was something you had never thought you’d find at a convention. It was an hour later that he said he had to go, and before leaving he scribbled down his number on a napkin, smiling softly as he did.

“I never expected to find such good company here,” you admitted as you pocketed the napkin with what you could only hope was a flirty smile on your lips.

“Same here. I’m feeling much better now than I was before,” he said, referencing his previous nervousness.

“So... I’ve got to go. But I had a lot of fun,” he said, and when he walked away both of you were smiling goofily.

Five minutes later, your friend came to grab your hand and lead you excitedly to the room where the meet-and-greet with Carver Edlund, the author, would be held.

You filed into the room, your mind overtaken by thoughts of Chuck as you stood up in the back of the room.

Soon, every conversation had died down as all the fans of ‘Supernatural’ present were looking up at the stage expectantly, as if waiting for the Messiah to walk out and deliver a speech. And walk out he did, but he was definitely not who you had been expecting to see.

It was a man, short and nearly shivering with nerves, clutching a bottle of water tightly in his hand. The same man you had been talking to a few minutes ago, Chuck Shurley, was standing on stage answering the questions of the fans.

Immediately, you felt guilty. You had complained a lot about the books to him and how boring you found whatever your friend had told you about them and all this time, unbeknownst to you, he had been the author of the books. You buried your face in your hands and willed yourself to disappear, but you could see his gaze on you whenever you looked up.

As soon as the Q&A was over you bolted from the room without even so much as a glance at your confused friend, but you weren’t lucky enough as you bumped into someone.

In fact, you were very unlucky indeed as that someone was Chuck himself. Or Carver. You didn’t know.

“Hi,” you said lamely as he looked at you apologetically.

“I saw you in there,” he said as if he hadn’t been expecting you to be in the room.

“Look, Chuck -or is it Carver?- I thought we had something going on, I mean, not something, obviously, but I think I kinda like you, and after all I said before I know it’s probably naïve of me to stay,” you said, trying to make up an excuse and leave.

“It’s Chuck,” he said softly, grabbing one of your wildly gesturing hands and holding it gently between both of his.

“I like you too,” Chuck said in all seriousness, “And I didn’t take what you said about my books at heart. You haven’t read them to have an actual opinion of your own,” he said as he leaned down closer to you. He was obviously nervous once again, and it was up to you to close the gap between your lips and pull him into a gentle and sweet kiss that only left you wanting more.

It turned out that conventions weren’t that bad after all.

Research

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader

Word Count: 701

Summary: Sam and the reader are doing research, and Dean plays matchmaker.

Warnings: N/A

A/N: Happy birthday to our one and only Sam Winchester, who turns 33 today <3

“It’s just another haunting,” you announced as you relaxed against the back of the couch. You were sitting cross-legged with your laptop on your lap, leaning heavily against Sam’s shoulder. Sam was sitting next to you and you had taken it upon yourself to make him into a gigantic human pillow. You yawned and turned to stifle it in the flannel material of Sam’s red plaid shirt, and then you reached out and rubbed your eyes.

“I’ve been sitting here for nearly five hours, I’m beat,” you said, resting your head on Sam’s shoulder.

“You did a great job though,” Sam said. The praise got to you and you felt a blush rise to your cheeks. You averted your gaze from the laptop screen, on which it was still fixed, and by pure luck it met Dean’s from across the room. Dean was sitting on a chair near the table, eating his pie and taking a break from the endless hours of research, but he was looking at you and Sam with a bright, teasing, spark in his eyes.

“Yeah, she did great, didn’t she, Sammy?” Dean asked his brother with a small smirk. You found the whole situation weird as Sam had been the first to congratulate you on a job well done.

Had you been looking up, you would have seen a blush colour Sam’s cheeks as he chanced a glance at you before glaring at his brother, a scowl on his features.

“Yes,” he grumbled, returning to his laptop and his own extra research.

It was half an hour later that you got up to stretch your sore limbs and grab a bite of something from the small kitchen of the motel room. Dean and Sam were both sitting in their chair and place on the sofa respectively, but the older Winchester immediately leaned forward and directed a smirk at his brother, who had shifted a little on the couch.

“Missing the cuddles already?” he asked teasingly, and this time you actually saw Sam blush and tell his brother to shut up. Suddenly feeling more eager to finish your toast and head back to Sam, you ate the rest of your dinner in almost one bit before heading back to Sam, curling up on the couch ever so slightly closer to him than you had been before.

Dean’s smirk could only widen at that. “I guess someone else is missing the cuddles too,” he said, the teasing glint still in his eyes as he chuckled softly.

The blush that coloured your cheeks was dark, and it only darkened when you leaned your head down to hide your face in Sam’s shirt.

“Over-eager, are we?” Dean’s voice sounded again, and the tease in it wasn’t helping at all.

“What’s your problem, Dean?” Sam finally managed to ask, trying and failing to fight down a blush.

“I don’t have a problem,” Dean quickly replied. “But you two obviously do. You’re so blind you just refuse to see what’s in front of you,” he said, motioning at both you and Sam. “You like each other. A lot. You’re welcome,” with that, he got up and stalked out of the motel room while you were just left staring incredulously at Sam.

Sam was the one courageous enough to speak up. “Is what Dean said true?” he asked cautiously, and you could only nod because yes, what Dean had said was one hundred percent correct.

“You?” you asked back in a small voice, scared of what the answer might be.

But you got no reply, at least none in spoken words. Instead, he leaned closer to you, cupping your cheek with his hand as he pulled you in for a slow, gentle kiss that left your lips tingling and your stomach tightening with excitement and nerves. You ran your hand through his hair and pushed him back so that he was on the back on the couch and you were kissing him with kisses that because increasingly rough.

Your breath was taken away as his hands ran up and down your sides and his lips continued to attack yours. It was magical. It was perfect. It was exactly what you’d always dreamed of.

Y/n playing with dean’s hair

Dean: stop it you’re running my reputation

Y/n: then get off my lap

Dean:

Dean:no

Cover art for the podfic Return by kisahawklin, created for a holiday wishlist.

Moodboard for The Dusk Carnival by tsukinobara, created as part of the Snowflake Challenge

Fic Rec (SPN, Dean/Sam, Explicit): The Nature of Reality by Ferrera @saintedevote

O LAWD I FOUND IT. The fic my soul needed after 12x02 Mamma Mia (the one with the torture). This fic does everything you want in a post-whump Wincest. There's talking, there's touching, there's revealing. There is shaving, there is Samulet, there is sex. Sam is seen, Dean is gentle, they are baby. *blubbers unattractively*

No, no, I'm fine, it's fine, just–read. You won't regret it.

TW for recounting of rape and torture. Check AO3 tags before reading. And please don't forget to leave kudos and comments for the author. 💖 Most of us are starving waifs for that shit.

I need more fanfics where Sherlock somehow stumbles across Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Hannibal Lecter, or Will Graham.

I need Sherlock to stumble through his deductions only to realize that those guys are DANGEROUS (or the alternative, he gets the deductions hilariously wrong)

My biggest fear is start a fic, and realize it's Top!Dean when I read more than a half...

Sometimes the fic don't have tag about it, and it's really sad...

My bestfriend: Why? Why every character that you love you shipp with another character that you also love? Why'd you do that?

Me: No. You're wrong. I don't do that.

*Also me trying to hide my obsession for ironstrange, lokius, ineffable husbands and destiel*

Okay, hear me out.

Ironstrange it's the mitochondria of marvel's ships.

Yeah, that's it. I said it loud and proud.

Hjjjjjjjj the spn obsession has startedddd

Flowers

Castiel x GN!Reader

i love his eyes. that's it, that's the tweet. guys...this is very sweet but i don't know if i'm satisfied?? tell me what you think, writing castiel is very hard, lawd

Summary: In a hunt, a flower appears over your pillow after you come back to the motel room at night. Who left it there?

Warnings: FLUFF, TOOTH-ROTTING FLUFF, i pictured s4/5 cas in this, use of y/n, sweet confession, NOT PROOF READ, that's it? english isn't my first language

WC: 2.5k

You can learn how to change Y/N for your actual name here

enjoy!

When you started hunting with Sam and Dean one of the last things you expected to encounter was an Angel, especially after discovering they aren't “harps and halos" like in the books you read as a kid, but instead soldiers and sometimes assholes.

Castiel was an exception to the “asshole” part, he was actually very sweet when it came to you and the boys. Helped you, saved you and cared for you. In that sense, Cas was just like the Angel stories, a guardian of the humans he was in charge of.

And for you, it was fun teaching Cas about humans and how they behaved, helped him when he didn't understand Dean's pop culture references, got him to watch classic movies and listen to music and he was always very keen into doing so, curious and intrigued in what you explained to him.

Those big blue eyes always gave you his full attention, sometimes with that little frown that you started to call “The Angel Frown” while he questioned you about something that, to you, was basic knowledge. You were always as patient as possible with him, always clarifying what you could in words he could understand and that ended up always making him come to you for help.

In conclusion, you and Cas got closer and you started to catch yourself staring when he wasn't looking, admiring his smiles, drowning into his sapphire eyes and wishing that he had just more doubts about how people acted so you could spend more time with him.

You knew, from what Castiel told you, that Angels and feelings, human feelings at least, weren't compatible and that things such as love and romance weren't truly a reality for him and his siblings, they were warriors after all, created to serve their Father and that was it. 

Even when Castiel rebelled for the Winchesters, letting go of the “I don't serve men” mindset was difficult but you, Dean and Sam were there for him. You were more understandable then the brothers because you knew Cas was trying his best.

And because you fell for the Angel, but nobody needed to know that.

One night you arrived at the motel room you were staying at, after waving goodnight to Sam and Dean, them going to their separate room.

You opened the door and sighed deeply in exhaustion. It had been a long day of questioning and more questions appearing then those answered. At first you guys thought of a vengeful spirit, then cursed object, then witch. All of those possibilities were still up and it was driving you three insane. People were dying and you felt useless.

Once you closed the door and threw your stuff in the closest table you turned to your bed, where your bag was placed to get some clothes to take a well deserved shower. But, when you looked at your pillow, you noticed a single pink flower sitting over it and you furrowed your eyebrows.

You approached the flower slowly, skeptical about it, your hunter instincts telling you this wasn't good news. You slowly reached for it, as if it could bite your hand off, and picked it up. You analyzed the plant, very confused and grabbed your laptop.

You searched until you found a flower similar to the one you were holding and learned it was a Camellia. You looked between the screen and the flower and you searched up what a pink Camellia meant because, as much as you knew, flowers weren't really something you looked into.

What you found was shocking. According to the internet, a pink Camellia represents admiration and appreciation and Camellias and general represent love and affection. You widen your eyes at the flower in your hands, looking around your empty room as if someone would pop up and explain what this was doing at your bed. Wrong room?

You couldn't think of anybody that could give you this willingly. It definitely wasn't Sam or Dean because, first, they spent the whole day by your side and, second, unless they meant it platonically, the boys didn't see you like that. You loved them and they loved you, of course, but, to them, you were like a sister Dean loves you like he loves Sam, the same way Sam loves you like he loves Dean and vice-versa.

The only person that came to your mind was…No, it couldn't be, he said himself, love for him was basically unachievable but you couldn't help but wonder, even if your rational brain said it was stupid to think Cas would mean that. You smiled at the flower, that tinge of hope lightning inside you.

You looked around the room to look for something you could fill up with water and found an empty beer bottle. That'll do.

You washed the bottle to get the smell of alcohol off and filled it up with water, placing the little flower inside.

The pink color of the petals clashed with the transparent green of the bottle and you smiled at that. It looked cute in a way. You thought, even if this didn't come from someone you knew, you were keeping it, at least the flower.

You left the makeshift vase in your nightstand and took your stuff to the shower, peeling off your suit and your tie on the way, leaving it on the ground as you locked yourself inside the bathroom.

In these moments, Cas thanked his abilities of becoming unseen because you arrived just as he was leaving the Camellia over your pillow. He spent the day researching flowers, finding an interest in how humans always gave them to the people they cared about or to the ones who passed. He wanted to give you one to show you that he cared for you and also as a thank you for being patient with him for a long time.

He always felt happier around you, a warm feeling inside him always seemed to bloom. He felt the need to be close to you, like you were a human magnet. Everytime you looked at him he felt a weird feeling in his stomach, your smile was always something he felt the need to chase, he wanted to see it always in your face. He admired the way your eyes would shine when you were talking about something you liked.

When he saw you placing the flower on the nightstand with a smile he felt that weird feeling in his stomach again. He would do anything to see that look on your face again.

That hunt lasted a week, taking you three too long to figure out it was a witch and even longer to find said witch and to say you guys were fed up was an understatement. 

For that long week you dared to say you missed the Angel, you thought about calling him, praying to him, multiple times but what were you going to say when he arrived? Missed you? I just wanted to see you?

Everything you thought sounded too intimate so you discarded the idea of calling him.

But two more flowers appeared on your pillow after that pink Camellia. A Peony that you learned meant for the Chinese something along the lines of “the most beautiful” and a stunning Carnation in a light red shade that represented admiration. At this point you were very intrigued about who was the one giving you the flowers, Castiel still on your mind. You didn't want to get your hopes too high, you were probably overthinking it anyways, making your heart speak louder than your brain.

You were lying on your bed, staring at the tiny bouquet of three flowers given piece by piece to you. It was your last night in that room, Dean having insisted he needed the sleep so as to not crash the Impala from tiredness. You had offered to drive as you weren't as bad as he was but, of course, that was an immediate no from the older brother so all of you settled for one more night.

As you close your eyes and start to fall asleep, a sudden flutter of wings gets your attention. It's dark in the room so you take a peek and for sure it's Cas. You hold back a smile and close your eyes, pretending to be sleeping.

You feel the Angel approaching the bed, his presence making your heart quicken in your chest. From what it sounds like, he's just standing, watching you and you start to feel very nervous.

Castiel on the other hand arrived to see your sleeping form and couldn't help but watch. You looked peaceful, your breathing was calm and you looked…pretty. Cas thought all his father's creations were wonderful but he felt like you could top them all, literally, in your sleep.

He had another little flower in his hand which, to him, had a very self-explanatory name, a Forget-Me-Not.

He spun the blue flower on his fingers, debating if he should leave it inside the vase or besides you, over your pillow. 

He approached you and while he was placing the flower next to your head he felt a gentle hand wrap around his wrist and instantly froze on the spot.

You opened your eyes and looked at his near-horrified face. You smiled at him.

“Got you” You said, a little above a whisper and looked at the flower he was holding. That one you knew the name and what it meant and you felt warmth spreading through your cheeks, not just at that one flower, but knowing now that all those flowers you received came from Cas.

“I'm sorry for disturbing you” He said as he retreated his hand and you held the Forget-Me-Not. He was tense, not looking at you.

“So you were the secret admirer leaving me these flowers?” You asked as you slowly sat up on the bed and placed the blue flower inside the bottle with the three others. You placed both your hands over your lap, fidgeting nervously with your fingers. “Why?”

He looked around. What was he supposed to say? Himself barely knew why he was doing this but it felt right so he kept going with it. He noticed that the flower meanings resembled things that he felt or thought of you and he enjoyed collecting them for you, especially after you kept them.

“These flowers all have a meaning behind them” He started “Take them as a thank you for…being helpful with my understanding of human behaviors” 

You smiled stupidly at that. The way he said it sounded like something he had rehearsed before coming to you to say it, the words too polite. But yet, that's one of the things you liked about him.

“You didn't have to Cas…They are beautiful, thank you” You said and looked at the flowers again, biting your lip. You felt his eyes on you, it was always intimidating. You knew that it was just the way he was, look right into your eyes while you talk to show you had his full attention, his beautiful blue orbs hypnotizing.

Cas analyzed every aspect of yours as you sat in front of him, his eyes wondering over your figure and his hands moved faster than his thoughts and he reached for your shoulder, his palm traveling from your shoulder blade to the end of your upper arm and back up, tracing a pattern over your skin. He longed to touch you and be closer to you in a way he couldn’t explain so, in this moment, you both alone, he decided to fulfill this wish.

You widened your eyes and looked up at Castiel who was entranced by the movement of his hand, goosebumps flaring up on your skin.

“Cas?” You said and acknowledged your call with a hum “What are you…?”

He finally looked at you, his hand steadied on your shoulder.

“When I’m around you I always feel this need to touch you, be closer and this…” He shakes his head, finding a word to define how he felt. “Warmth comes over me everytime you smile”

His eyes bore through yours and you could only stare back at him, shocked.

“Cas, you’re saying–”

“I think I might love you, Y/N” He interrupted. The way he said it sounded like a confusion, a slight approach, as if he was tiptoeing around the thought, not sure if he wanted to grasp it or just keep his distance.

You were dumbfounded. He sounded so sincere and your heart started to beat faster, his hand over your shoulder felt like it was burning through your skin. It all made sense, the flowers, the way he was always keen on talking to you even when you did most of the talking and he just listened with a faint smile and pure interest, he just didn’t know because he never felt like this before, he didn’t know what loving was like.

You landed a hand over his cheek, your eyes practically watering with an emotional overload at his words. You thumb rubbed the light stubble on his cheek and you pulled him in for a hug. You wanted to kiss him so bad but you were on a baby steps basis with the Angel.

You hugged him tightly, his hands hesitantly wrapping around your frame as you let out a deep breath. When you pulled back, you didn’t pull away completely from him looking between his eyes and his mouth, a giddy smile on your face.

“I think I might love you too Castiel” You said and he widened his own eyes, a light chuckle coming out of you at his reaction.

Your chuckles were cut off by his lips on yours and you gasped in surprise. His mouth was as soft as you expected, his lips moving against your in perfect sync. He was impressively a good kisser, one of his hands gently holding at the back of your neck while the other slid down to your waist.

You felt like a bomb had exploded inside you, a foreign feeling of happiness spreading to every single cell on your body as your arms wrapped around his neck to hold yourself when he sat on the bed, pulling you over his lap, making you yelp.

You both pulled away, your arms still wrapped around each other and he had a light smile on his face. You one hundred per cent had a shocked look on yours, your cheeks hot and breathing heavy.

“Where’d you learn that?” You asked, absolutely knocked by the kiss.

“Dean told me a thing or two” He said and you couldn’t help but laugh, your body shaking against his as he also chuckled. “It seems like I did great?”

You stopped your laughs and looked in his eyes, drowning in their ocean blue. You gave a peck to the corner of his mouth.

“You did amazing” You said as one of your hands played with the hair at the nape of his neck and he pulled you in, the warmth spreading through both of you yet again, never wanting to let go.

A/N: Notes and reblogs encourage me to keep writing, feedback helps me make those writing better. Thank you for reading, XoXo.