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A little bit Ghostly(SamxReader)

Characters: samxreader, briefly dean, cas 

warnings: pregnancy, swearing, death? i think.

Summary: Sam and Dean are ghosts but Y/n can’t get them back to their bodies. The boys end up finding their way back to the bunker five months later only to discover that sam is a soon to be father. Dean then vows to find a way to get them both back into their bodies.

A/N: okay so i’m sorry if this isn’t factually correct but i’m only on season five and i don’t know much about what cas can and can’t do. i’ve been reading other one shots and kind of gotten the jist of it. If you want to know how Sam and Dean get back please ask for a part two! if this gets good feedback then i will carry it on. I don’t have an update schedule but i write when i can. 

How could something like this happen?! You thought to yourself. You didn’t know weather to be mourning or angry. The boys had gotten Cas to turn them into ghosts for the hunt. They needed to talk to a reaper and you needed to do research. The boys found it weird that you willingly stayed at the bunker to research but they just put it down to your experience with reapers but little did they know it was because of the baby Winchester growing in your womb.

That was five months ago. You had no idea what had happened to them but you were starting to panic. You couldn't get them back in their bodies. You couldn’t even ask them for help because you had no idea where they’re spirits were. Castiel popped in occasionally and advised you to rest, but you couldn’t. You’d gotten Cas to do some mumbo jumbo on their bodies so they were reserved for when they eventually came back. 

You were waiting for Cas to pop in. Waiting on news to see where they were; Heaven, Hell, Purgatory? Your left hand was resting on your stomach, the visible bump calming you, letting you know that you could at least carry on the Winchester gene. Sam was your everything, so to carry his child and bring them up was a mission you’d made.  

You sighed, your right hand wiping tears from your eyes. You just wanted them back. The bunker felt so cold and lonely without the nitters back and forth or the laughing. It was just you now.

”Y/N, I have good news” A deep, stiff voice made you jump. 

You knew who it was, each word pronounced correctly. Cas.

”Jesus, Cas! Don’t scare me like that” You sniffed, rubbing at your wet eyes one last time before looking up at him. 

“I’m sorry. It’s been relayed back to me that they haven’t been seen anywhere.” He said slowly, trying not to anger you.

Standing slowly from the table, you clenched your fists at your sides. “They aren’t in hell! They aren’t in Heaven and they aren’t in Purgatory! Cas where the hell are they?!” You screamed as you broke down again.

“Y/N, I promise we will find them but you have to rest. Stress isn’t good for the baby” Cas said gently as he splayed a soft hand on your lower back.

Sam and were in the last motel you guys were at. They were hoping you were there. They had planned to move a vase off a table or something but came unstuck when you weren’t there. 

“Dean, I’m telling you, she’s at the bunker “ Sam sighed, looking around the two-bed room.

Dean turned to look at his brother with an annoyed glare. “ Sammy, we’ve been doing this for five months. we’ve been checking motel after motel! Why didn’t you mention that she could of been there months ago!” He shouted. 

You were family to Dean, he loved you like a sister and he knew you wouldn’t deal well with this. 

“ I’m sorry, I’m not perfect.” Sam snapped, all he wanted was to be close to you. “How do we get there?” He asked curiously.

Dean bit his lip in thought and shrugged. “We,uh, maybe poof there?” he struggled. 

“Okay, so, maybe we close our eyes and if we think about the bunker hard enough..we’ll be there?” Sam guessed. 

So they did. They tried it and luckily it worked. When they opened their eyes seconds later, they were stood in the kitchen of the bunker, right behind you and Cas. The brothers looked at each other in triumph, a large grin spreading across Dean’s face.

Sam watched as you fretted to Cas. “Cas, I need them home. I can’t rest!” You argued with the angel. 

“But Y/N you need to take care of yourself” Cas had crossed his arms, determined to make you rest.

Dean noticed you shiver and tense. “ Cas, is it me or is there a cold spot in here” You mumbled, head turning to look around. 

“ Sam, Dean?” He called before nodding, he could tell.

“They’re here” He smiled.

Sam didn’t like it, the way you looked right through him. He nearly choked when you turned around, his eyes were locked on your stomach. 

“ Sammy? I-I don’t know what to do. I’ve tried so hard.. I’m still looking.. I wont give up on you two. I promise” You mumbled, looking around wearily.

Your left hand came up to rub your bump, in an attempt of comfort. You sighed and began explaining. 

“I found out why I was sick.. on the morning we found the hunt. Sammy, Baby, I was going to tell when the hunt was over.. but..I can’t get you back. I promise i will.. and you’ll be an amazing daddy. Dean, i know you’ll be the best uncle ever..” You sobbed into your hand. “I need you guys”

Sam walked forward and reached out his hand, trying to touch you. An angry growl left his throat as it went straight through. 

“ Dean, we can’t stay dead. I can’t leave her like this.” Sam looked to his brother for comfort.

Dean had never seen his little brother so pained, he knew how much he loved you. 

“We will get out of this. You two will be happy. You’ll have your kid, get married and be the best damn father there is. I am telling you now Sammy!” Dean’s voice trembled as he too watched you pull yet another book from the pile on the table. 

How were they going to get back?

Ain’t nothing like a Trickster.

PART TWO OF ‘A LITTLE BIT GHOSTLY’

Part one

Pairing: Samxreader

Characters: Sam, Dean, Trickster,  Reader

Warnings: none?

A/N: Hey guys and girls, this is part two of “A little bit Ghostly”. So... who is behind this awful situation? I will admit, The first part lacked description and length. I will try to make this one better. I don’t know how many parts this will have, that depends on what you guys want. If you have any positive feedback let me know. As I said before; I’m sorry if this isn’t factually correct. I’m just trying to make it work. I’m only on season five but i’ve had so many spoilers. Please tell me what you think!

Sam stared at his body, noticing how peaceful it looked. His once tanned complexion now pale and un-moving. He wanted everything to fix itself. 

He had no idea why nothing was working. Cas couldn’t turn them back and the reverse spell didn’t work either. Someone had to be behind this. They had ‘Poofed’ back to the bunker two months ago, Dean was going crazy and so was Sam. 

The eldest brother was watching you frantically jot down an address on a scrap of paper. You were wearing one of Sam’s shirts, the front stretched out over your stomach. 

Dean had been working on moving things. He’d read a book title and if he concentrated on the book hard enough it would move and join your pile on the table. That was how you communicated. 

You were biting your lip and looking around when Dean turned to look at you again. A small smile made its way onto his lips. He was trying to work out what you were looking for, his eyes following everywhere you looked. 

“Dammit,Winchester. Where do you hide them?” You groaned, lifting books and boxes to try and find what you were looking for. 

Dean’s eyebrows furrowed as he followed you on the way to his room, pausing in the doorway as he took in the sight of his lifeless body on his bed. 

“Y/N, what are you doing?” He mumbled to himself. 

Your hands yanked open draw after draw, rummaging through. Your eyes widened as you took in just how many packs of condoms the man kept. 

“Jesus, you sure do take precautions” You mumbled as you stood and looked around the room once more.  

Dean smirked to himself and chuckled. He wasn’t too keen on you rummaging through his belongings but it seemed you were desperate. 

Dean’s smile fell as he witnessed you take a deep breath and stare at his body. You slowly shuffled forward and knelt on the bed beside him. 

“Oh, Dean..” You said quietly as your hand came up to brush his hair back. 

He had to look away, he couldn’t watch. It made him emotional. 

You lent down and kissed his forehead, moving your hand to his pocket and feeling around for the Impala keys. You then tried his other pocket and let out a displeased sound.

”No, Why did you give them to Sam?” You cried slightly. 

You couldn’t use your car, it was out of fuel and the breaks were sticking.Dean’s was the only option. 

“Dean, I don’t know if I can go into Sammy’s room” He heard your weak voice and turned to watch again. “It’s taking all I have just to sit here..” You held his cold hand. 

“ I think I have something.. so I’ll be back in a couple of days” You nodded to yourself and stood, rubbing both hands down your face.

You had to get the keys from Sam but you didn’t know if you could. Standing as straight as you could, you waddled slightly out of the room with Dean’s spirit in tow yet again. 

“I’m gonna start calling you penguin” He chuckled slightly as he crossed his arms. 

Sam was startled when he felt you walk right through him, he hated it. He turned to Dean and raised an eyebrow. 

“What do you want?” He asked his brother.

Dean looked over Sam’s shoulder, noting your emotional state and tensed his jaw. 

“We need to go to the car.” He stated as he gestured Sam to follow him. 

Sam did follow Dean, the two glancing at eachother before waiting. “So.. why are we here?” Sam rolled his eyes.”I think we have better things to worry about than your precious car, Dean!” Sam’s voice came out hard and strong.

“Just shut up and listen, Sam!” Dean snapped before continuing. “Y/N’s taking the Impala and going somewhere for a few days. We should keep an eye on her!” 

You held the keys in your hand, standing infront of the impala. You had thrown your bag into the trunk and grabbed Dean’s gun to carry in the front seat. 

The brothers glanced at eachother as they watched you struggle to fit comfortably in the car. You reached out for the lever to adjust the steering wheel, stopping it from pushing into the bump that is your stomach.

“Oh, come on Y/N. I had that just right” Dean groaned, leaning forward from the back.

“Dean, she can’t see us” The younger brother chuckled from the back.

“No she cant see us” They knew that voice anywhere. Trickster.

Dean whipped around and glared. “Is this your doing?!” He boomed, anger radiating off him.

“Now now. Thats not a way to talk to me if you want to get back, is it?” the Trickster chuckled. 

“Turn us back! Y/N needs us!” Sam pleaded, he knew there was someone behind this.

“Oh boo hoo. You know this crap nearly made me shed a tear.” The trickster chuckled. “I’ll turn you back, once you’ve learned your lesson”

“What lesson?” Sam rushed out, becoming impatient.

“When you realize making stupid decisions like this could cost you your life! You know.. I might wait just a little while longer..” He grinned before disappearing. 

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Gabriel x reader

Summary: Gabriel gets worried that you don’t take him seriously.

Note: I haven’t written Gabriel before I have done some research about him. 😉 I hope you guys like it

Warning: unprotected smut (don't do this at home), fluff. ********************************************* There was only one way to completely explain Gabriel as a whole being and that was trickster. He may have been lying about the god part but the name was more than fitting. Yeah he was sweet and protective but most of all he was silly, you never had a dull moment with him but that’s one of the reasons why you loved him in the first place.

Yeah the boys had trouble with him and there was a whole fight about him being around but you figured after a while they would get over it. You loved them like family and if you meant anything to them they would see how happy he made you, even when he went too far you couldn’t help but love him for it anyway, but still, he was very good at getting on your nerves some times.

You guys were working on a case some place in Wyoming. This poor kid got shredded to death by the big bad wolf and even after all the research, you and the boys couldn’t find any kind of clue linking the victim to the wolf. Dean bored out of his mind went out to the bar to ‘get to know the locals and find some clues’ and Sam went to actually get some info from the police station and keep an eye on Dean.

You sat in the brightly colored love seat in your picturesque little motel room with a book on werewolves. But you heard a sound that you weren’t expecting especially because both the boys were out. The fluttering of wings, you were expecting someone to pop out of no where and scare you like one of the angels usually did, But this time gabe walked out of the bathroom calmly, you jumped the tiniest bit. “What are you doing? ”, he smirked and sat down at the edge of your bed. “Walking into your motel room, what are you doing?”. You smiled and rolled your eyes, “just researching for this case”.

“It’s a werewolf and you guys know that, don’t you know enough about them already?”. You laughed a little, “of course I know a lot about werewolves but you can never know too much about what your hunting, trust me it comes in handy”, he shot you a bored look. “I know-”, he stopped himself from finishing his whining, which was definitely odd, odd for even him. He straightened himself out, “toss me a book, I’ll help you”. This threw you out of the water, Gabriel never liked to read and usually by now he would be teasing you, there was something wrong with him.

“Are you feeling alright?”, you asked handing him one of the books off the table. “Of course I am, are you feeling ok?” He asked opening the book to the first page, giving the words an exhausted look, and then looking up to you hopefully. “Yeah I’m perfectly fine”, you answered staring at him from your book. He just stared down at the pages with a worried look on his face. “You don’t have to read if you don’t want to, I was getting bored of it anyway”, you said looking at his reaction suspiciously. “ I can keep researching if you want to go do something”, he said shooting you a small reassuring smile.

You couldn’t take it anymore, “what’s going on with you gabe?!”. He looked up at you shocked, “what do you mean, why are you yelling?”. You made outrageous hand gestures towards him holding the book, “I'm not yelling, look at you, your reading a book, about werewolves, you didn’t scare me when you popped into my room and you haven’t teased me because we are alone. What’s wrong with you?”. He only looked down into the book nervously and murmured, “nothings wrong with me, this is how I normally am”. You rolled your eyes and pulled the book out of his hands and set it down on the table.

You sat down on the bed next to him, “are you kidding me? Do you really think I’m that stupid?”, he shook his head somberly. You lightly pushed him. “You come in here acting like this, your an archangel, a trickster, and you expect me not to be worried about you. Come on what’s going on?”.

“Is that all you see me as?”, his words startled you a bit. “What do you mean?”, he looked down at his hands with a sad look on his face, “y/n, I love you, I really do. But do you only see me as a trickster, a lovable goofball?”. He looked around the room avoiding eye contact with you, “I don’t just want to be a goofy clown who annoys you all the time, I suck at being normal, i’m sorry”. Gabriel was never this straightforward with you so you just shook your head and grabbed his hands, “of course your not just the goofy clown to me, and you don’t need to be good at being normal. your so sweet and although you don’t like me to think so, your a big softy and I love that side of you. I hope that no one else gets to see it besides me, cause I love you”. He looked up at you with his signature smirk which brought the smile back to your face.

“See there’s that dashing millionaire smile I’ve been missing”, he shook his head and wrapped his hands around your waist. He threw his leg over to your other side and slid you up to the top of the bed. He pulled himself up hovering above you, “no one else gets to see this side of me except you”. He leaned down and kissed you softly. He sat himself up and snapped his fingers making all the lights in the room go out. You laughed and shook your head, “what if the boys come home early”. You saw the details of his face with the dim blue moon light That shined through the window, he smiled, “they won’t, trust me”.

He leaned down and brushed his lips against yours before kissing you longer than he had before. He trailed his hands up until he reached your face before cupping your cheeks softly and kissing you again. You had one arm around on his Neck and the other holding onto his face. He couldn’t hold back the smile and kissed you over and over again. You smiled too and leaned your forehead on his. “You know, I’m more serious than you think”, he said teasingly. “Oh yeah?”. He kissed you again, “definitely”. He put his hands on the bottom of your shirt and you sat up allowing him to pull it off of you. As he pulled his own shirt off you unbuttoned your pants and helped him afterwards. He moved back and sat on his knees, after you had gotten your pants off he carefully pulled your legs around his waist.

But this time as he leaned down to touch you he only lightly traced his fingers over your skin softly. the cold air mixed with the feeling of his warm skin was refreshing.

He reached his hands up to your back and oh so carefully kissed your neck. You wrapped your hands around his neck and after he had gotten situated he caressed your back so softly it made his callused hands feel smooth. He held you delicately as if you were made of glass and if he held on any tighter you'd break. No one had been this careful with you or touched you with so much passion at the same time. Afterwards he held you close to him, you could feel his warm shallow breath on the back of your neck. He whispered to you, “I really do love you more than anything in this world, and that’s the whole truth”. The whole world was silent and if you ever had to chose one moment to be stuck in forever it was this one. You smiled in the dark and held onto his arms, “I love you too, so much more than anything”.

Oh dear Chuck. My heart cant take it!! Absolutely love this!!

A Spell of Ice and Fire

A/N: I took a bit of creative license; played fast and loose with the continuity.  Because, well… I find Pellegrino hotter than Casifer.  And I’m the Chuck of this little world. MUAHAHAHAH!  ::ahem::  …Anyway, I hope you like it!!!  Also, thank you for your patience.  See?  I do take requests!  I just…. take a long time on them…. 

Menu Warnings: ALL THE SMUT!!  Power struggle, sex magic, Demon Power!Kink, Cold!kink (is that a thing?  I’m sure that’s a thing), equal-opportunity oral sex, orgasm denial (more like inattentive partner, but…), unprotected sex (Porn is not real life, y'all.), really rough sex, restraint, ménage a trois, almost-death by hypothermia.  And if that’s not enough, strong language and drinking.

Word Count: 5,300ish (Yes, it’s a bit long.  But you’re getting two for the price of one, here.)

The picture was everything Crowley liked.  You, in your black lace robe and nothing else, reclined on your bed, cut crystal glass of Glencraig in hand.  If this didn’t get his attention, nothing would.

<It’s rude to make me drink alone> You typed under the photo, and hit send.  And waited.  And waited.  And then you drank your scotch alone.

It had been three weeks since the bastard had contacted you.  Granted, you’d been keeping your relationship quiet (he had a whole dimension to run, you had your coven to look after, and his continued contact with the Winchester brothers could be hazardous to your health), but still.  He had never gone more than a day or two without at least a text.  You were starting to worry.  

Lucifer lounged on the throne, one leg thrown over the armrest, thumbing through Crowley’s phone.  When the picture and text came through, a look of glee diffused his face, and he leapt up to saunter over to Crowley’s cage.

“Well, lookie lookie here, doggie.  Seems your bitch is in heat.”  He crouched down to wave the phone in front of Crowley’s face.  The captive king lunged, threw his hand through the bars, and tried to grab the phone, but Lucifer was too fast.

“Bad dog.”  The devil studied your picture for a while, an evil glow in his eyes.  “You know, this one isn’t half bad.  Definitely out of your league- how did you get that?”  He squinted at the screen.  “Waaait a minute.  There are hex bag goodies on that table in the background.  Are you schtupping a witch?  Oh, that’s just too deliciously Oedipal.  Does your mother know what you’ve been up to, young man?”

Crowley snarled around his gag, which delighted his captor.  Giggling, Lucifer began tapping out a response.  “You know, I work really hard.  I think I deserve some fun, what do you think, Dog?”

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Oh dear Chuck. My heart cant take it!! Absolutely love this!!

A Spell of Ice and Fire

A/N: I took a bit of creative license; played fast and loose with the continuity.  Because, well… I find Pellegrino hotter than Casifer.  And I’m the Chuck of this little world. MUAHAHAHAH!  ::ahem::  …Anyway, I hope you like it!!!  Also, thank you for your patience.  See?  I do take requests!  I just…. take a long time on them…. 

Menu Warnings: ALL THE SMUT!!  Power struggle, sex magic, Demon Power!Kink, Cold!kink (is that a thing?  I’m sure that’s a thing), equal-opportunity oral sex, orgasm denial (more like inattentive partner, but…), unprotected sex (Porn is not real life, y'all.), really rough sex, restraint, ménage a trois, almost-death by hypothermia.  And if that’s not enough, strong language and drinking.

Word Count: 5,300ish (Yes, it’s a bit long.  But you’re getting two for the price of one, here.)

The picture was everything Crowley liked.  You, in your black lace robe and nothing else, reclined on your bed, cut crystal glass of Glencraig in hand.  If this didn’t get his attention, nothing would.

<It’s rude to make me drink alone> You typed under the photo, and hit send.  And waited.  And waited.  And then you drank your scotch alone.

It had been three weeks since the bastard had contacted you.  Granted, you’d been keeping your relationship quiet (he had a whole dimension to run, you had your coven to look after, and his continued contact with the Winchester brothers could be hazardous to your health), but still.  He had never gone more than a day or two without at least a text.  You were starting to worry.  

Lucifer lounged on the throne, one leg thrown over the armrest, thumbing through Crowley’s phone.  When the picture and text came through, a look of glee diffused his face, and he leapt up to saunter over to Crowley’s cage.

“Well, lookie lookie here, doggie.  Seems your bitch is in heat.”  He crouched down to wave the phone in front of Crowley’s face.  The captive king lunged, threw his hand through the bars, and tried to grab the phone, but Lucifer was too fast.

“Bad dog.”  The devil studied your picture for a while, an evil glow in his eyes.  “You know, this one isn’t half bad.  Definitely out of your league- how did you get that?”  He squinted at the screen.  “Waaait a minute.  There are hex bag goodies on that table in the background.  Are you schtupping a witch?  Oh, that’s just too deliciously Oedipal.  Does your mother know what you’ve been up to, young man?”

Crowley snarled around his gag, which delighted his captor.  Giggling, Lucifer began tapping out a response.  “You know, I work really hard.  I think I deserve some fun, what do you think, Dog?”

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