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I Miss Her Too
Dean x Sam (Platonic), Sam x Sister! reader
Warning: Mentions of character death, cursing
Description: The brothers open up about their dead sister
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Dean releases a long sigh as he stares out at the parking lot of a raggedy motel on the side of the interstate. The flickering multi-colored sign bleeds into the inky blackness of the Impala, causing the pulse in the man's frustrated mind to burst against his skull repeatedly. Dean's knuckles were sickly pale in contrast to his freckled tan skin as he held the stirring wheel of the parked car in a vice grip.
His cheeks sag under the pressure of the heavy bags carried beneath his sad hazel eyes. The smile marks that tug at the edge of his lips barely show as a deep frown etches across his face. His usual neatly done hair now stuck out in a disheveled state.
Dean notices a tall shadow rising behind the illuminated brownish-white curtains in one of the rooms. The material tugs slightly from the window and soon enough the deep green heavy duty door opens to reveal his brother. He looks down at the wrapped burgers set on the passenger's seat and grabs them before exiting the car.
"These are cold," Sam remarks as Dean pushes them against his chest.
"There's a microwave for a reason," Dean grumbles in response and sits at the edge of the bed to take off his shoes.
"You do realize you got three," Sam asks softly after a short pause.
"We'll eat it later; It's no big deal."
""This was how (Y/n) liked it," Sam states while observing the content inside one of the burgers.
"I said we'll eat it later," Dean snaps. He snatches the wrapper from Sam's hands and lays it on the drawer between the beds. He keeps his back turned from his brother as the atmosphere becomes tense.
"Dean," Sam whispers. He presses his calloused palm against the eldest Winchester's shoulder. Dean looks over with a distressed expression and places his own hand over his brothers. "I miss her too."
"I'm sorry," Dean apologizes.
"Let's talk about it," Sam insists.
"No."
"Dean-"
"I can't."
"We promised her, Sam cries, "we promised her before she died that we wouldn't end up like this- distancing ourselves and pretending everything is alright when it isn't. We're letting her down."
"I know."
"I know? That's all you have to say? Dean, she was my sister too. She's gone now and faking a world where she still exists is just hurting us."
Suddenly, Sam slams into the wall with Dean's arm against his neck. Dean glowers over him, scrunching his nose into a snarl. "Don't talk about her like that," Dean mutters before releasing the pressure from Sam's body.
"It hurts me too. It was just the two of us, then she came along rocking our boat and it seemed like we were an unstoppable trio. It's going to be so hard going back to the way things were before bug showed up." Sam collapses on the bed as tears stream down his sun-kissed face.
Dean wraps his arm around Sammy in a brotherly hug. "(Y/n) was one hell of a gunslinger."
"Yeah," Sam smiles.
"And a brat too."
"Hey, she wasn't that bad; Although, she did have her moments."
"Your right."
"She kinda gets a pass for being a girl though."
"That's not what I meant- yes, but no- I meant it's good talking about her," Dean confesses.
"See, I told you."
"Alright, alright. I'm done," Dean whines as he gets up, "We may have opened up a bit, but we are not turning into a chick flick."
"We were having a bonding moment, you jerk!"
"Bitch."
"Really?"
"Rest up. We're leaving in the morning."
"Yeah, you too. I don't need you looking like a living corpse anymore," Sam comments.
"Shut up."
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A shiver trails up Sam's spine and his eyes jolt open in shock. The dark motel room was silent besides the soft snores coming from Dean's side of the room. A soft blue glow appears and shines over the popcorn ceiling. Sam immediately feels each of his tired muscles tense in alertness as the overwhelming foreboding thought that something else was in the room punches his gut.
He slowly reaches under the flat pillows beneath his head for his knife. His fingertips gently graze along the handle and he grasps it tightly. Sam settles his ragged breathing before springing to action. He rushes off the bed in a defense position, with the knife pointing threateningly at the figure leaning over Dean. A soft glow emits from their body as they brush their thumb over Dean's forehead with a gentle smile.
"(Y-Y/n)?" Sam asks feebly. The girl lifts her eyes to him, her (E/c) orbs glittering softly with curiosity. The knife falls from his hand and clatters to the carpeted floor. "You were dead..."
(Y/n) straightens herself, her brows furrowing.
"What happened, bug? Why show up now when we are finally getting over losing you?" Sam's voice cracks and he takes a step towards his little sister. "How exactly did you die?"
The deceased Winchester shakes her head, turning her body away. "Too soon," She gasps out, grabbing at her throat painfully.
"W-what?"
"Love you, Sammy," She whimpers out, before disappearing like smoke and the pale glow fades out.
"(Y/n)? (Y/n)! Don't leave us again!" Sam scurries to unlock the door and runs out. He looks around in a panic, only to find empty cars in an empty parking lot.
"Sammy? What's going on?" Dean calls wearily from the inside, "What is it?"
"N-nothing. It's nothing."
Was he dreaming?
Not Your Fault
Parings: Dean x Sister! reader x Sam
Description: The Winchester's sister tries to save Lucas before he falls off the dock but ends up almost drowning herself.
~Inspired by episode 3~
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(Y/n) sits in the back of the Impala, a frown sketched across her face as the car stops at an intersection. A sign stands at the triangular median with a white arrow pointing towards Milwaukee. Dean's finger taps against the stirring wheel in a steady rhythm while everyone tries to keep their minds of the subtle threat the sheriff made earlier.
"Green," Sam interrupts the silence after a minute past of waiting at the light.
"What?" Dean asks from his thoughts.
"Light's green," (Y/n) mutters.
Baby begins to roll forward. (Y/n)'s face furrows in confusion as Dean turns to the right. She straightens herself to the edge of the seat to look at her brother. "Ah, the interstate's the other way."
"I know," Dean says.
"Dean, this job, I think it's over," Sam states.
"I'm not so sure," Dean confesses.
"If Bill murdered Peter Sweeney and Peter's spirit got its revenge, case closed. The spirit should be at rest," Sam says.
"What are you thinking?" (Y/n) asks Dean quietly.
Dean glances at his siblings. "What if we take off and this thing isn't done? What if we missed something? What if more people get hurt?"
"That's a lot of what if's."
"But why would you think that?" Sam questions.
"Because Lucas was scared," Dean replies.
"That's what this is about?"
"I just don't want to leave town til I know the kid's okay."
"Who are you, and what have you done with my brother?"
"Shut up."
"For what it's worth, I agree with Dean on this one," (Y/n) adds in with her finger in the air.
"Shut up," Sam jokingly repeats.
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"Are you sure about this? It's pretty late, man." Sam says as the three of them walk to the front of the house. Dean rolls his eyes, pressing the door bell, until Lucas opens the door in a panic. Immediately, Dean kneels down to calm the boy, but Lucas rushes off with a heavy breath.
The siblings rush up the stairs after him. Water floods the floor, pouring down the steps like a waterfall. (Y/n) and Sam holds back the scared boy as their older brother pounds his weight against the locked bathroom door. It is forced open at last and Sam rushes in to pull Lucas's mother out of the overflowing bathtub. (Y/n)'s eyes water, her heart thumping against her chest, as she holds Lucas firmly to her form. A hiccupped sigh releases from her lips as Sam finally pulls Andrea out with all his might.
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(Y/n) listens to the soft murmurs of the conversation Sam and Andrea has as she watches over Lucas. Dean was somewhere in the house, investigating for any answers on why Peter Sweeney went after Andrea. The youngest Winchester heaves out a long exhale, twirling a (F/C) crayon between he fingers.
Lucas gets up from his place on the floor and walks into the main area of the house. (Y/n) follows, asking where he was going, but he gave no answer. He walks up to a window and (Y/n) makes eye contact with Dean, who was hovering over the table with a book in his hand. he gives a curious glance towards Lucas, only to get a shrug from his sister in return.
"Lucas? Lucas, what is it?" Dean asks.
The boy doesn't say a thing and saunters out the front door with a rigid frown. (Y/n) goes after him, her brothers and Andrea quick behind her. Lucas stops at the top of a mossy hill and stares at it before looking up at Dean.
"You and Lucas get back to the house and stay there, okay?" Dean instructs. Andrea grabs her son and heads down to the house as ordered. "(Y/n), go with them."
"But-" (Y/n) interjects.
"I need you to make sure nothing bad happens. I can trust you, right?"
"Yeah, okay- call me if things go south though."
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(Y/n) and Andrea watch through the window as Jake points a gun at Sam and Dean. (Y/n) was about to run to the door, but Andrea stops her by grabbing her arm. She shakes her head with a fearful look in her eyes and kneels down in front of the young duo.
"Go to your room, sweetie. You, will you stay with him, please?Lock the door and don't come out," Andrea requires, before heading outside to stop her dad. (Y/n) was about to lead Lucas to his room, until he bolts to another entrance of the house. He waits for her at the end of the deck stairs as the confrontation with the sheriff heats up a few meters away. A voice rings in the girl's ears as she makes her way out onto the patio.
Come play with me
"Did you hear that?" She asks Lucas. He tilts his head before climbing up a mound on the side of the house. (Y/n) imitates his actions, like an apprentice learning from their mentor, and notices rather quickly that he was heading for the water. He reaches down to grab something and (Y/n) looks over him to see a green army man floating in the water tauntingly as Lucas struggles to grab it. She crouches down at the water, extending her arm to pluck the toy from the water too.
"I can't reach it," (Y/n) huffs out as she leans her body across the watery depths. It ripples softly near their hands as a dark figure approaches. She narrows her eyes, lifting her hand out of the water, when a mop of hair drifts to the surface.
"Lucas!"
"(Y/n)!"
"Stay where you are!"
Suddenly, a discolored hand bolts out and grabs Lucas's wrist. (Y/n) wraps her arms around the boy's torso to keep him on the dock, but the powerful pull the vengeful spirit possessed causes the Winchester's muscles to strain. (Y/n) and Lucas fly into the water, their bodies consumed by the waves.
(Y/n)'s arms slip away from the boy as her whole form becomes heavy. She gulps and chokes on the water filling her lungs and she struggles to reach the surface. The murky liquid makes her eyes sting and she can see nothing but her blurry physique sinking further down to the bottom.
She abruptly wakes from unconsciousness as someone reaches around her waist and pulls up to the surface. Immediately, she coughs out her lungs as her discombobulated mind becomes alert of her surroundings once more. The person's large hand pushes her head against their neck as they both gasp for air.
"You're okay, I got you," Sam whispers as he presses a kiss to her temple.
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Dean blankets (Y/n)'s shoulders with his jacket as they walk to the Impala parked at the edge of the road. She gratefully pulls the material closer to her shivering body. Sam opens the back door for her and she climbs in, looking at Andrea's house as the sun's shadow casts over the roof.
"That was a close one, huh sis?" Dean jokes, shifting into reverse and pulling out on to the road. The engine pants softly as its speed accelerates on the black pavement. (Y/n) gives a weak smile and nods to her brother in response before turning to the scenery passing by her window.
"(Y/n)?" Sam says softly, giving her a gentle gander from the passenger's seat.
"What?" She mumbles.
"What's wrong with you?" Dean comments, looking through the rear view mirror. "By now you would be making up a stupid joke about trees or something."
"I'm fine," (Y/n) sighs, "Just tired."
"We're not going to stop bothering you until you tell us what's got you down," Sam prompts.
"I couldn't save him..."
"Huh?" Dean questions loudly.
"I couldn't save Lucas. I wasn't strong enough to keep him on the dock. He almost drowned because of me."
"That's what this is about? Lucas is alive, isn't he?"
"Yeah-"
"(Y/n), we were dealing with a revengeful spirit. Your a kid- of course your not going to win a wrestling match against a ghost. You shouldn't beat yourself about it," Sam explains.
"Sam's right. It wasn't you fault. You are strong, but you can't expect everything to go smoothly with a job like ours. We're a team, and you can sure as hell forget us getting off your back anytime soon," Dean states.
"Thanks guys," (Y/n) says.
"Yeah, no problem, bud." Sam remarks sweetly.
"Hey Dean?"
"Yeah kid?"
"Why did the pine tree get in trouble?"
"I don't know, why?"
"Because it was being knotty."
"Oh my god, that was bad." Sam snorts as Dean beats his hand on Sam's arm with a cackle.
"It was being naughty, brutha." Dean laughs while wiggling his eyebrows.
"Shut up."
Why Can't I freakin' Have a Pair of $3 Headphones?
Pairing: Sam x Sister! reader
Warning(s): Reader being a slight brat, stern Dean (really just a lil crack post)
Description: Sam buys something that his sister wanted; However, Dean doesn't know.
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"Hey Dean, can I get these?" (Y/n) asks with a puppy-eyed smile as she walks over to her brother, who was currently deciding between two brands of booze from the alcohol walkway. Sam stands beside him, leaning on his left leg with his arms crossed, and a bored expression resting on his face. Dean barely looks up from the cooler before shaking his head adamantly.
"No." Dean grumbles.
"What? Why not?" She protests.
"Because we're only getting stuff that we need."
"And beer is an necessity?" (Y/n) bites back.
"Of course beer is an necessity. Now, put them back." Dean orders audaciously. His eyebrows curl over his stern gaze and his lips mold tightly into a pout.
"Why can't I freakin' have a pair of $3 headphones?" She replies back just as childishly.
"Because I said so. Why do you want them so badly anyway?"
"So I can listen to stuff without having to blare it out in the open."
"What do you have to hide?"
"Ugh, just forget I said anything!" She breaths through her nose like an angry bull. She tosses the compact plastic seal onto a nearby shelf before peevishly marching to the end of the aisle.
"I knew that would get her," Dean snorts dryly to Sam, only to realize he was not impressed with Dean's ethic. "Sheesh, sorry..." Dean blows out, then strolls across to the next lane while whistling a tune.
As (Y/n) turns to follow behind Dean, out of the corner of her (E/c) eye, she could see Sam reaching in the half empty water section of the shelving to retrieve the headphones she threw. He nonchalantly places it in his coat pocket and she couldn't help but to smile slightly.
When walking back to the Impala with the few groceries in hand, Sam casually bumps into his sister's shoulder. He grabs the neatly bagged device from his jacket and sneakily places it between (Y/n)'s fingers. "Don't tell Dean," He whispers, giving a warm smile.
"You're the best," She laughs before giving him a hug from the side.
"Very inconspicuousness, (Y/n)." Sam says with a proud grin as Dean gives them the stink eye from over his shoulder.
"Right. Sorry," (Y/n) replies after letting him go, her cheerful mood not going unnoticed by Dean as she places the bags in the trunk and gets in the car without a complaint.
"What did you do," Dean questions Sam as he slams the back hatch closed.
"Just fixed what you caused," Sam shrugs with a small smirk.
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"Uh, (Y/n), what are these?" Dean calls from across the room. His sister looks up from the novel she's reading on the bed and the color drains from her face. Dean limply dangles the cord from his index finger, anger dancing in his hazel orbs flamboyantly.
"Headphones," (Y/n) mumbles loud enough for her older brother to hear.
"Did you get these behind my back?"
"No!" I mean, kinda..."
"Kinda?"
"Sammy got them for me."
As if hearing his name, Sam enters through the main door with a couple of fast food bags soaked at the bottom with grease. He freezes on spot in the open doorway as the tense atmosphere radiates off his siblings. He slowly closes the door with the back of his heel, glancing between his brother and sister questioningly. "What's going on?"
"What are these?" Dean instigates, showing the headphones to Sam with a slight swing.
"Earbuds."
"Sis said you got them for her."
"Yeah, I did," Sam sighs as he sets the bags down on the small kitchen counter top. "What's the big deal?"
"She's too young-"
"Don't start that bull crap, Dean. If I didn't trust her, I wouldn't have bought them for her. Look man, I know the real reason why you don't want her to have them," Sam says with the roll of his eyes, "Your being a stuck up though. (Y/n) can handle her own, and if she encounters somethings that makes her uncomfortable, she knows what to do. Right, (Y/n)?"
"Dude, all I want is to listen to music privately on my way back from school. You're acting like I'm going to do something horrible," (Y/n) responds.
Dean releases a long breath before placing the wire in his sister's lap. "Your right, I overreacted. You can listen to music as much as you like," He remarks while taking out a wrapped burger from the bag and handing it to her.
"Thanks Dean."
"But (Y/n)," He comments as he takes a bite out of his own burger and tosses Sam his salad carrier. He groans in delight, juice dripping off his stubbled chin before wiping it with the back of his hand. "If I find anything in your search history... your grounded for life."
Late Night
Dean X Sister! reader X Sam
Description: The youngest Winchester takes care of her brothers after a hunt gone wrong.
Warning: Drinking, mentions of blood
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Dry mud cakes off Dean's boots as he stumbles inside the motel with his siblings. The atmosphere was tense and none of them could even smile to make things better. Sam slouches over himself as he examines the wound in his leg. A hiss comes from his throat as his fingers graze over the tender flesh.
(Y/n) gently places her hand on his arm for comfort. "Let me get you a wet rag and a first aid kit," she coos softly. She walks over to the end of the bed to grab a fresh cloth from her duffle bag. She carries on to the bathroom and finds Dean sitting on top of the marble counter.
He moves his feet slightly so she can access the sink. As she runs the water over the small towel, she notices a beer bottle in between Dean's thighs. "Don't you think it's too late to be drinking," she asks cooly before ringing out the rag. Dean huffs in response and takes a swig of it.
(Y/n) lowers to her knees to reach inside the cabinet. She takes out a decent sized medical box and sets it on the bathroom surface. Taking out a bandage and ointment, she casually lifts her hand to Dean. "I'm not going to pretend that I didn't see your arm bleeding. Give it here."
"I'm fine, go help Sammy," Dean slurs.
"Please."
Eventually, Dean gives in to his sister's soft nature. He rolls up his flannel sleeve to reveal a large cut oozing down his arm. It didn't look deep, but it looked like it hurt like hell.
"I'm going to have to get another rag- do you know what caused this?" (Y/n) questions.
"I ran into a saw blade when we were in the barn," Dean replies.
"Did you check to see if it was rusty?"
"It wasn't."
"Good. No tetanus shot for you today." A ghost of a smile etches on her lips. She places the rag on the wound, making sure to cover the whole infected area. "Clean that up for me, I'm going to get another rag."
Sam managed to get himself out of his dirty blue jeans and into some boxer shorts. His back presses against the headboard of the bed with his legs relaxed out in front of him. "Sorry Sam, I was just making sure Dean took care of his wound. Are you alright?" (Y/n) asks sweetly.
"Yeah. I feel better now that something isn't rubbing against it," Sam sighs out.
"Good. I'll be with you in a moment."
Dean was in the process of trying to wrap the gauze around his arm when (Y/n) made it back to the bathroom. His hands were shaky as he did so and he had to place his feet on the cool tile floor. " Did you put the ointment on?" (Y/n) asks.
"What do you take me for," Dean replies.
"Here. Let me help you," (Y/n) instructs as she takes the bandaging. "Hold out your arm." Soon enough, Dean's arm was securely wrapped. "Is that too tight?"
"Nah, it's fine."
"Great, now clean yourself up. You smell like cow manure. I'm going to help Sammy."
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"That burns," Sam cries out, biting his lip harshly.
"I'm sorry, but it's the only thing that we have right now- stop that!" (Y/n) barks. Sam quickly lets go of his lip with a scowl. "I'm almost done, just a few more layers."
"I don't know how when we just went out for a supply run a few weeks ago- Charlotte's town sound familiar to you?" Sam retorts with a snap.
"Does watching out for Vermin teeth sound familiar to you?" They glare harshly at each other before smiles crack through their faces. "I'm just going to move your leg a little bit to wrap it, okay? Try not to tense too much," (Y/n) says with a giggle.
Carefully, Sam is allowed to rest his newly swaddled leg. A relieved sigh carries out of Sam's mouth before he glimpses over to his sister. He notices the way her frazzled hair carries across her shoulders messily. A few bruises and scrapes are scattered across her delicate skin. "What you did was very dangerous," He announces after a while.
"I know," (Y/n) acknowledges quietly. "If I didn't do what I did though, we might have had to amputate your leg- I don't think you want that."
"I don't know what we'd do without you," Sam chuckles.
"We would bleed out," Dean's voice conveys from the bathroom doorway.
"What happened to your bottle?" (Y/n) queres.
"It's too late to drink, especially with a kid around."
"Yeah, Sam doesn't really need that right now."
"Are you calling me a child?" Sam interrogates.
"Can I call you both children?" (Y/n) says playfully.
"I'm not a child," Dean retorts in offense.
"I had to help two grown men clean and wrap their wounds because they didn't want to do it themselves," (Y/n) explains with a proud smirk. Both went silent with their argument.
"Toshee," Dean remarks.
"You guys want to watch a movie?" (Y/n) asks, changing the subject. "I like to think we have the right to mellow out for a while."
"I'm down, as long as it isn't thriller. I think we've had enough action for tonight," Sam replies, eyeing his leg.
"Agreed."
since you write for spn, what about something where the reader is Sam and Dean's little sister and yk when in season 2 they go to the Roadhouse- well, maybe She meets Ash and she gets a crush on him and when they go to the Roadhouse She always stay with him? And maybe they also notice that she has Ash's ring (yeah in my mind he wears a ring with the scrabble's A) and they're like, teasing her, expecially Dean, saying things like 'oh, why don't you come ti the Roadhouse with us? We're pretty sure there's someone waiting for you' and it's just fluff with Ash? Thank you so much, even if you don't write it :3
"Your Frog Prince is Waiting~"
A/n: Thank you so much for the request; it's my very first one! I hope you enjoy! I'm not used to writing Ash, so I apologize if he seems a bit out of character; I tried my best.
Dean x Sister! reader x Sam, Ash x reader
Warnings: Cursing, potential cringe pet names, teenage crush
Description: As the Winchesters spend more time at the Roadhouse, the youngest gains a little crush on one of the residents. 😊
Latin Translation: mnemosynum (Keepsake)
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The inside of the saloon was quiet as Dean shuts the creaking front door. All of the lights were off besides a sparking LED light hanging behind the bar. The place was grim, the sun casting through the ragged curtains seeming to be the only bright thing in the place.
(Y/n) stays close to her brothers as they venture deeper inside, only to bump into Sam as he stops suddenly. Her older brother barely spares her a glance, his attention caught on the boy laying across a pool table a few feet away.
"Oh god... is he dead?" She murmurs, eying him with slight trepidation. Sam shrugs in response.
"Hey, Buddy?" Sam calls out, taking a step forward. No response. "I'm guessing that isn't Ellen."
"You think?" (Y/n) snaps, observing the backside of the stranger. Sam snorts in response, before heading towards the back. "Sammy? Sammy, where are you going?"
"Stick beside me, squirt." Dean's voice says lowly, "We don't really know what's going on here."
(Y/n) turns to him to make a sarcastic response, but pales as she sees a woman press a gun to his back. "Dean..."
"Oh god, please let that be a rifle..."
"No, I'm just real happy to see you," the woman responds, cocking the gun.
(Y/n) took a step forward, only for the woman to dig the head of the gun deeper into Dean's back. "Don't move, or I'll shoot his spine out."
"Don't move -- copy that," (Y/n) repeats, making eye contact with her brother with a dry swallow.
"You should know something, miss. When you put a rifle on someone, you don't want to put it right against their back, 'cause it makes it real easy to do..." Dean rambles before turning around swiftly and stealing the rifle away from the woman's grip.
Before Dean can stand his ground fully, the woman throws a full punch at his face, causing him to stagger as she pulls the gun back to her.
"Sammy-" (Y/n) calls in alarm.
"Sorry..." Sam states as he comes back out with his hands over his head, "Can't help right now, I'm a little tied up."
The older woman who has Sam hostage eyes the two men for a moment before glancing at the young girl standing with a distressed look on her face. "Winchesters?"
"Yeah," both (Y/n)'s brothers say in unison.
"Son of a bitch," she laughs, putting her revolver in her back pocket. "Hey, I'm Ellen. That's my daughter, Jo."
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"He didn't send you..." Ellen pauses, a look of sadness washing over her expression. Neither (Y/n) or her brothers responded as each of them look away from her. The pain of losing their father is still fresh in their heart. "He's alright, isn't he?"
No," Sam finally states with a sigh, "he isn't. It was the demon, we think. It, um... it just got him before he got it, I guess."
"I'm so sorry."
"It's okay. We're all right," Dean says.
"Really, I know how close you and your Dad-"
"Really, Lady, I'm fine," Dean interjects with a stern look. (Y/n) gently places her hand on his thigh before looking at Ellen with the shake of her head.
"So, look, if you can help..." Sam announces, trying to change the subject, "We could use all the help we can get."
"Well, We can't," Ellen replies, "but Ash will."
"Who's Ash?" (Y/n) questions.
Ellen snorts before yelling out the name. As a response, the guy from before swiftly gets up with a groan. Balls fly from the table as he looks around to where his name was being called, his long hair flipping back and forth erratically.
"What?" Ash's voice booms, looking over at the group huddled by the bar, "closing time?"
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"You got to be kidding me. This guy's no genius," Dean grumbles, "He's a Lynyrd Skynyrd Roadie!"
"Dean, give him a chance." (Y/n) grumbles out, kicking him slightly in the leg. Ash cheekily smiles and Dean rolls his eyes.
"Alright. Well, this stuff's about a year's worth of out dad's work," Dean shares as he sits down, "Let's see what you make of it."
Ash looks over the papers that Dean slid over, and scowls. "Come on, this crap ain't real. Ain't nobody can track a demon like this."
"How do you know?" (Y/n) questions, "Our dad was really good at it."
"Well, sweet cheeks. These are nonparametric statistical overviews, cross-spectrum correlations. I mean... damn. They're signs, omens. If you can track them, you can track this demon- You know, like crop failures, electrical storms. You ever been struck by lightning?" (Y/n) shakes her head in response as he looks at her, "It ain't fun."
"Can you track it or not?" Sam asks, giving Ash the stink eye.
"Yeah, with this, I think so."
"Really? How long?" (Y/n) questions with the quirk of her brow.
"It's gonna take time. Give me, 51 hours."
"You can really track down a demon in the span of over two days? I gotta say, that's impressive."
"Oh, you'll be impressed." Ash says with a smirk, "It'll be just like fine wine."
(Y/n) didn't say anything as her face flushes.
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"That kid's hair was something else," Dean chuckles out as they go back to Bobby's car. "Looked more like a rat's nest to me."
"I don't know, I kinda liked it," (Y/n) responds with a small smile.
"Liked it?" Dean speaks, whipping his head around, "You mean to tell me you'd get your hair cut that way too?"
"No! What I meant is, it suited him. Not everyone could pull it off," (Y/n) speaks, climbing into the back of the van.
"Yeah, if you call that a suited haircut..."
"Do you really think he'll be able to track Dad's demon in 51 hours?" Sam asks, looking out the passenger side window.
"Psh, my bet is no. Dad spent his entire hunting career looking for that thing. There is no way a kid who sleeps on a pool table can top that!"
"I say he will," (Y/n) replies matter-of-factly.
"What makes you say that?"
"I just got a good feeling about him, is all."
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"Did you find the demon?" Sam's breath tickles the back of (Y/n)'s head as he leans over her. Ash sets his computer down, casually placing his arm beside hers as he types away.
"It's nowhere around, at least nowhere I can find. If this fugly bastard raises its head, I'll know. I mean, I'm on it like divine on dog dookie."
"You can really be alerted right away?" (Y/n) asks with awe.
"Any of those signs or omens appear anywhere in the world, my rig will go off like a fire alarm."
"That's amazing..."
"Where did you learn to do all this?" Sam gasps in amazement.
"M.I.T., before I got bounced for fighting." Ash explains with a somewhat embarrassed look on his face.
"What was the fighting about?" (Y/n) responds, amusement crossing over her face.
Ash looks over at her with amusement of his own, "Wouldn't you like to know, sugar cube."
"Okay!" Dean says as he gets up from the table, "Give us a call as soon as you know something?"
"Si, si, compadre."
(Y/n) gets up from her seat, going to head after her brothers who already made their way back to the front, before being stopped by Ash.
"Hey, sugar cube. I wanna give ya somethin' before you hit the road," Ash says, as he leans against one of the chairs.
"Oh? And what's that?" (Y/n) replies with a flirtatious simper.
"Give me your hand," Ash says simply, "and you'll get your big surprise."
"Okay..." (Y/n) chuckles, reaching her arm out. Ash grabs at her wrist softly, eyeing each one of her fingers before placing something cool to the touch over her middle finger.
"mnemosynum," Ash announces with a bow, granting her access to what he put on her. A bulk piece of metal clung to her slim finger; the initial A engraved in it. "Until we meet again."
"Why?" (Y/n) asks. It's not that she didn't like it; it was quite charming. She was just slightly confused on why she got the gift in the first place.
"I have a good feeling about you, sweet cheeks. I think we are going to be tight these next couple months," Ash announces, "You can keep that, by the way."
"Thanks... You know, I can say the same thing for you."
"Is that so?"
"It's so."
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"Come on, kiddo. We gotta get going," Dean says as he grabs his keys from the top of the motel's mini fridge.
"Why's that?" (Y/n) responds, not looking up from her book. "I thought you and Sammy were just going to the town over."
"We need some info," Dean pauses as he checks out the ring on his sister's finger, "and I'm sure your roadkill boyfriend would love to see you."
"He's not roadkill, Dean!" (Y/n) shouts, slamming her book shut. "And he's not my boyfriend!"
"Sure, and you aren't red as a tomato right now," Dean smirks. "Seriously though, we gotta go, so... get to moving, princess. Your frog prince is waiting~"
Hi! I just love your works, they are so good! Do you think you could do Winchester sister who really likes Boba but she doesn’t get it often due to their lifestyle, then one day either Sam or Dean suprised her with one? Thought it would be so cute!
Boba, How I've Missed You!
A/n: Hello, thank you so much for the request! I'm really sorry it took a bit to get to it; life got quite busy. I hope you enjoy this though! Also, thank you so much! That means a lot and I'm glad you like my writings! <3 Fun fact, I've never had Boba before, but would love to try it at some point! | ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── |
Being a Winchester was definitely no easy feat. Constantly moving from place to place, there was no guarantee that you could indulge as much as other people would. Though (Y/N) was the youngest out of the Winchester family, she knew what kind of responsibility that her family name carried.
The good thing about being with her brothers though, is that they both have a sweet tooth just like her. She enjoys it when they are able to take a breather and stop by a coffee shop or bakery to feed their cravings.
(Y/n) recently found that she loves Boba and will take any chance to order it. Her brothers find her giddy nature over a sweet beverage endearing, and though they make the excuse that they need a cup of coffee, they love to make their little sister happy.
Those memories are some of the bests (Y/n) has; however, they don't come around often. Her family has been quick on their feet the last few months, and with the stress that carries over her brothers as of late, it's hard to say when those memories will come to reality again. (Y/n) knows what is more important and keeps to herself as her brothers' work.
However, there was one night where her brothers were in a more chipper mood. They were talkative over their TV dinner, joking around and bringing up past experiences.
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"Really, Dean? You just had to bring up THAT moment..." Sam snorts, his brows furrowing in a pout.
"It was hilarious, Sammy! Of course, I'll bring it up. You had coffee all over you," Dean laughs before taking a big bite of a chicken tender.
"Man, I miss going to coffee shops. I haven't had Boba in so long," (Y/n) giggles, "It's been a hot minute."
The sudden silence between her brothers causes her to stiffen. They're both staring at her with unreadable expressions, frowns etched on their lips. (Y/n)'s heart skips before she shakes her head frantically.
"I didn't mean anything by that, I'm sorry! I know we've been busy..."
"That's okay, Squirt. I miss those moments too," Deam says, leaning back. "We gotta get back to it at some point."
"Man... How long has been now?" Sam asks to no one in particular, "It has been a while, hasn't it?"
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That next morning, (Y/n) woke up to the motel room being empty. The sun was already peeking through the curtains as (Y/n) lazily ventures to it, looking out to see that the Impala was gone. A sigh escapes (Y/n), but she couldn't help but to bite her cheek. Her brothers would usually tell her if they were going somewhere, and though uneasiness tried creeping into her thoughts, she busied herself by getting ready for the day.
As the girl climbed out of the shower a few minutes later, she heard the front door open with her brothers' voices carrying soon after. She takes her time dressing before a knock is heard.
"Hey Little Bit, you almost ready?" Dean's voice resonates on the other side of the bathroom door.
"Yeah, hold on!" (Y/n) answers before opening the door. "What's up?"
"Sammy and I got you something," Dean smiles.
Sam walks over to his siblings, his own lips forming into a big smile, before gesturing to something in his hand.
"Boba!" (Y/n) cheers, grabbing it and taking a sip, "Ah! How I've missed you! Thank you, guys!"
"No problem, sweetheart. We know how much you love it," Sam says.
" Come on, you two! Stop with the chit-chat! I'm ready to dig into that Pumpkin Roll!
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The Stag and The Heron (Human! Alastor x Reader): Chapter Two
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The Stag and The Heron (Human! Alastor x Reader):
(Y/n), forced to be confined by societal standards, wishes for someone to understand them. Everywhere they look, it seems as though the people they once knew have abandoned them. It's not until they are introduced to a well-known radio host that they realize their true potential.
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What I like:
⤷Supernatural
⤷Genshin Impact
⤷Resident Evil
⤷Creepypasta
⤷Hazbin Hotel
⤷Baldur's Gate 3
Here's what I can do:
⤷Fluff & Angst
⤷Platonic & Romance
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❛Miscellaneous Oneshots❜
Chris McLean x Reader
“Get over yourself, McLean” - Chris McLean x reader: You and Chris used to be a thing, and despite the hurt he caused you; work is work. You aren't going to hide away just because of him.
Chris being a man baby head cannons
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“Nice to meet you, Thomas” - Leatherface x Female! Reader: An AU where the Hewitt's are a normal family working in their worn down-town for a living. The reader's family moves in next store, wanting a new life for themselves and be friendly with the neighbors.
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Present Silence - Clockwork x Reader: Clockwork visits an old friend and is reminded of her past.
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The Comfort of a Partner - Leon Kennedy (Infinite Darkness) x Reader: Leon's partner subtly comforts him in the only way they know how.
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Humble Til Death - Ascended Astarion x Vampire! Reader: The war between vampires and humans has begun, and every duke and spawn a like look to the Vampire Ascendant to help in battle. As they discuss what needs to be transpired, a stranger outcasted by both sides joins the discussion with a humble approach, which catches Lord Ancunin's attention.
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Party For One - Vox x Idol! Reader: (Y/n) was once an overlord, dominating the music industry with their talent and the souls they captured along the way. Then Vox came into their life and stole their heart with his big dreams. Everything was great for the lovers at first, then Vox wanted to team up with other overlords for more power. Vox became obsessed over his work, and with also looking out for the other Vee's, (Y/n) begins to realize that maybe they were never part of Vox's plans. They decide that it is time to start again and leave Vox behind.
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❛Miscellaneous Series❜
The Stag & The Heron: Human! Alastor x Reader
Prologue - (Y/n), forced to be confined by societal standards, wishes for someone to understand them. Everywhere they look, it seems as though the people they once knew have abandoned them. It's not until they are introduced to a well-known radio host that they realize their true potential. Chapter One - Alastor offers (Y/n) a job, and though they are hesitant, they accept.
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❛Y/n Meets Resident Evil❜
Chris Redfield: Himbo Friend Edition Jill Valentine: Wife Edition Albert Wesker: Dad- OH
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✎ Made: March 17th, 2024
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Here's what I can do:
⤷Fluff & Angst ⤷Platonic ⤷Child Reader/Teen Reader ⤷Gender Neutral Reader/Female Reader ⤷Head cannons & Blurbs
Characters I prefer (but not limited to):
⤷Dean Winchester ⤷Sam Winchester
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Dean Winchester x Sister! Reader
Your Love is a Bad Medicine: Dean and his little sister are on their way to get Sam from college. Dean has to go somewhere, and the youngest Winchester is left in the room by herself. Her anxiety begins to act up while she waits for her brother to come back.
Please Don't be Mad: The youngest Winchester decides to sneak out without her brothers knowing. However, something happens that she ends up having to call Dean.
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Sam Winchester x Sister! Reader
You're Beautiful: (Y/n) gets antsy when she doesn't have time to put on makeup; however, her big brother, Sammy, is there to cheer her up.
I Miss Her Too: The brothers open up about their dead sister.
Why Can't I freakin' Have a Pair of $3 Headphones?: Sam buys something that his sister wanted; However, Dean doesn't know.
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Dean & Sam x Sister Reader
Coffee Please: The youngest Winchester wakes up exhausted from an awful night of sleep. She has never had coffee before but seeing her brothers have a cup, she wants to see if it will help perk her up too.
Enough Adventuring for One Day: The Winchester's sister gets lost in a store.
Late Night: The youngest Winchester takes care of her brothers after a hunt gone wrong.
Boba, How I've Missed You!: Sam and Dean surprise their younger sister with her favorite treat- Boba!
"Your Frog Prince is Waiting~": As the Winchesters spend more time at the Roadhouse, the youngest gains a little crush on one of the residents.
╎Inspired by episode one╎ Jess Asks for Help: As Dean is trying to convince Sam to join the expedition to find dad, the youngest Winchester helps Sam's girlfriend in the kitchen. Something is Not Right: Dean is taking Sam home just as he promised. However, the youngest Winchester feels that something is not right and asks Dean to go back to get Sam.
╎Inspired by episode three╎ Not Your Fault: The Winchester's sister tries to save Lucas before he falls off the dock but ends up almost drowning herself.
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Last Update: March 17th, 2024 ✎
Therapist: Mr.Winchester, your life isnt a movie.
Sam: i hope its a short film
Therapist: ....
I desperately want fanfics of Sam and Jessica having a daughter so bad 😭
Promises, promises
Summary: You promised to stay with him all the way, no way were you going to break it. What happens when he asks you to make another promise- another promise to leave?
Sam Winchester x Reader
Warnings!- Alcohol is brought up, drunk!Sam but nothing happens, mentions of past deaths in the episode
Takes place in season two episode eleven
Dialogue is gonna be different, I got inspired after doing a Supernatural rewatch and I wondered how you (Sam's S/O) would react to hearing him talk like this.
Confession- my heart broke again 😭 So prepare for angst, fluff, and hurt/comfort!
"Are you- are you drunk?" You questioned in disbelief as you stared at him, what was he thinking?
"Yeah..." Sam muttered, still slumped in a chair you very much doubted was very comfortable. At least, to be sitting in that position. You grimaced before turning your attention to where the liquor was kept in the hotel room. The glass bottles were just about empty.
What was he thinking? "Sam- we're on a case now, why'd you do it?" Already two deaths had already occurred, another happening just recently, bringing up the total to three. Now was hardly the time to do something like this. Not to mention Sam, not even Dean- made it a habit to drink this much on a case. "... I couldn't save him." The tall male muttered out.
Upon a closer look, you could see his eyes were now red and glassy. Your heart ached at his sentence. "There wasn't anything you could've done, you didn't know."
"That's an excuse." Sam replied firmly, letting out a shaky sigh as he looked straight at you. Which earned a worried look from you. "Sam...?"
"I love you, so much." The first time since arriving in the room, a weak smile graced his face. You felt your cheeks warm at the drunk declaration as you looked at him in surprise. You started dating recently, but while you had known each other a little bit longer than that- it was still a surprise nonetheless. You started to speak, but Sam was already on his feet- wobbling a bit before you hurried over to steady him. As much as you could at least, you were a decent height but it didn't make it easier to steady a six foot tall human male.
"Sam, I-"
"I know, I know- I just...I wanted to say it. Say it before something bad happened." You let out a startled gasp when Sam suddenly wrapped his arms around you, hugging you close but gently. As if he was afraid he would break you. "I said once before, but I felt like saying it again, before... before something bad happened." You looked up at him in confusion, "What are you talking about?"
You knew the world was, well- it was filled with so many monsters and such, but it felt like he was talking about something more specific. "That guy, Ava- I couldn't save them." Sam replied. "And, I gotta- I gotta save them."
You fell quiet at his words. "I know... I know you want to save everyone, but-"
"I have to-!" Sam spoke your name with such urgency. "If- If I can't save strangers, then I can't save you, or-or Dean and... then I can't change."
Change? "Change what-?"
"My destiny- I, I could end up being something I'm not and-"
"Sam that won't happen-"
"You don't know that." Suddenly he pulled away from you, and all too soon- could you feel the cold snatch away the warmth Sam provided. "I could hurt you." His whispered words broke your heart. To know his thoughts spiraled to such a place...
You swallowed hard, taking a deep breath before breathing out. Soon, you walked over and gently grabbed his hand, giving his knuckles a soft kiss- to which he soon faced you. "You won't hurt me." You reassured him, a hopeful look in your eyes. Hopeful that he would trust your words- he could never hurt you. Your hope started to flicker when you saw Sam's expression remain the same. Hopeless and anxious. You fought back another shaky breath.
"Come on, you should get some sleep." Leading him over to the bed, you helped the brunet sit down. You looked up at him when he called your name softly, "You have to promise me you'll run."
Run? "If- if I turn into something I'm not, you have to promise me you're going to run."
Your eyes grew wide with worry and fear. Run? "Sam-"
"You remember that night? That night I told you I love you?" He cut you off as he cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs tracing light circles. You swallowed hard as you nodded. You knew if you talked you would start crying. "I know you promised you'd stay with me-"
"All the way." You managed to whisper out. You promised to be careful, promised to use all the techniques Sam taught you to keep yourself safe when he wasn't around. You promised to stay with him all the way, no matter how scary the monsters got, no matter how dangerous things got. Now- now he was asking you to break it in light of another promise. One you knew damn well you couldn't make.
"Please, please, please..." Sam whispered your name so softly you nearly broke then and there. "Please promise me."
You swallowed hard. You would not cry, you- you would not cry. "It won't come to that Sam. It won't." You quickly kissed him before he could say anything more on the matter. Soon pulling away after a few moments, you helped Sam lay down. "I will promise this though." He looked up as you smiled weakly. "I'll be here when you wake up." You didn't hesitate to pull up a chair, pulling it by the beside so you could grab his hand once more.
Sam stared up at you with such a look that kept breaking your heart over and over again. Eventually his eyes drooped, and he fell fast sleep. The grip on your hand loosened a little, but still held strong.
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.
I did it guys. It's the final countdown.
After two months, I am watching the last season of supernatural.
The worst thing is, I know what happens, to who, and how.
Send thoughts and prayers (to anyone except Chuck please) and hope I'm not broken enough to stop writing.
The requests for supernatural are open for all seasons.
Hey yall, I need some help. So hopefully in about 2 years I'll be able to get a puppy. My dad (who I still live with, sad I know) wants to wait because right now we're not ready for another dog. (We currently have a dog, the cat further down in my blog is my mom's cat, if it's still there) he also won't let me if our current dog isn't doing good at that time. But anyways I'm thinking about getting a chocolate lab puppy. I know for sure I'm getting a lab but I want to get a chocolate one. I've picked out some names already because I like doing that. I want some help thinking of more names. I tagged a bunch of Fandoms so hopefully I can get some nerdy names but I also want hilarious names!
Our current list: favorites of each category are in purple, eliminated are crossed
The "love" ones: Bucky (Marvel), Boone (Twisters), Coffee Beans or Beans (nickname(nn)), Butter, Captain Wigglebutt or Wiggles (nn), Meatball, Moose, Godzilla, Bandit, Bruno, Guinness, Diesel, Sparrow, Milo, Baloo (Jungle Book), Perceus or Percy/Perc (Percy Jackson), Winston (after a horse i used to ride), Balto (Balto), Bowser (Mario)
The "really liked" ones: Rocket (Marvel), Rooster (Top Gun), Jensen (the Actor), Potato, Brownie, Caesar, Scooter, Reuben or Roo, Cappuccino or Cap, Angus or Gus (Disney's Brave), Dakota or Kota, Hawk, Drogo (GOT)
The "liked" ones: Bruce (Harley Quinn), Tyler (Twisters), Raleigh (Pacific rim), Walter or Wally, Mudflap, Otis (Chicago Fire), Simon or Si (cod ig), Tango, Halo, Wedge, Equinox or Quin/Nox, Pluto (the planet)
The "not my favorite but they're good names" ones: Maverick (Top Gun), Logan (Xmen)
So please, message me, reblog this, comment what ever, tell me some good names whether they be Fandom related, just down right funny, or both. One thing, try to keep a little bit to the theme of him being a chocolate lab and a male. Like coffee beans because they're brown and I think Beans would be a hilarious names. If the name has a nickname please tell me that too. Thank you everyone!!!
SO.
I'm waiting a fic (supernatural) and to get more in touch with my characters personalities I like to write little funny dialogs, like incorrect quotes. You know, just to get a feeling on how they would react to some words and some of this are so funny that I just HAVE TO share them.
So now you get supernatural incorrect quotes
(Putting y/n 'cause it's less confusing)
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Y/n, randomly at 3 A.M.: would you love me enough to hunt me as a ghost?
Dean, just wanting to go back to sleep: I died like two times already and came back to you, I think you already know the answer
Y/n: Okay, but would you?
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Y/n: So... did Jesus actually exist?
Cas: I cannot confirm nor deny this statement
Y/n: that sounds suspicious
Cas, looking terrified, memories coming to him: I'm not making this mistake again
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Cas: So, have you always been religious or did you just start after knowing the whole thing?
Y/n: I'm...I'm still not religious?
Cas: But you tend to say "whoever's up there" when you're in trouble?
Y/n: Oh I just like to keep my options open. Until I was 20 I used to say "little bitch from hell"
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Y/n: alright, take your waterguns and meet me at my car
Sam, confused: we don't have water guns?
Y/n: wha-? You don't have waterguns filled with holy water? How tf are you still alive?!
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Y/n: why don't you just say Christo to know if it's a demon instead of going around wetting people?
Dean: OMG I forgot about that
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Y/n: *hugging Dean tightly*
Dean: you're robbing me
Y/n: of your heart?
Dean: I can feel your hand grabbing my wallet
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Y/n's sister meeting Dean for the first time: So, you're just this?
Dean: What do you mean "just this" I'm alive, it's more that you could ask for from me
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Y/n: Oh yeah, did I not tell you I was searched for arson?
Sam: Wtf?! No you didn't!
Y/n: Oh. Well it's fine I look way different than when I was twelve
Dean: YOU WERE TWELVE?!
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Dean: It's really not that bad, I mean, how many times have you died
Y/n and their brother: zero?!
Sam, looking at Dean: I mean, that's a normal amount
Y/n: There should not be a normal amount?!
It’s that time of the year where I rewatch Teen Wolf/The Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Supernatural and feel like Y/N again.
Lmao!! It’s been a minute.
this edit doing something to me
Masterlist
Hiii Welcome to my blog! I will mostly write anything that you want, just please don't be weird with the requests. I don't have that many stories out yet but please send me your requests! Alsooo, if you guys want me to make a tag list, I can, just let me know!
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{~House of the Dragon~}
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Emotionless [Dean Winchester]
Description: Sammy dies and it hits Dean and the reader hard.
Warnings: Mentions of blood, torture, Sam actually dies.
They were too late. He had already bled out by time Y/N and Dean got to him. The ghouls that took on Adam and Kate's bodies cut Sam's wrists and hit the arteries. Along with the ripping his heart out and creating more gashes in his body, it didn't take long.
They killed the ghouls and gathered Sam's body. Y/N insisted on giving him a proper funeral, but Dean said "He died like a hunter, he deserves to go out like one.". He burned Sam's body. Y/N stood by him the whole time as Dean's face remained emotionless.
Typical Dean. Trying to be strong for the people he loves.
§§§
It's been two days. Dean, of course, threw himself into work. Y/N on the other hand, took care of Dean. Forcing him to at least drink and eat. Sleep didn't come easy for either of them. They were both exhausted but every time they closed their eyes all they saw was Sam lying on the table.
Y/N was also getting pissed at Dean. Not because of anything he's done, but because of what he's not doing. He hasn't cried, he's hasn't started the grieving process.
"Dean, do you need anything?" Y/N asks as she stands behind him. He's got Sam's laptop, his dad's journal and multiple newspapers.
"I'm fine." He answers, paying no mind to his girlfriend.
"Dean-."
"I'm busy."
"Would you stop for five minutes and just listen to me you jackass?!" She yells. Dean rises from his chair quickly, making it screech.
"What do you want me to listen about?!"
"You need to stop blocking your emotions out. This isn't good for you." Y/N explains. "You've thrown yourself into another case, you haven't cried, quivered, anything."
"Because I don't need to." Dean replies.
"Yes you do! Don't you get it?!" She yells. "Sam isn't coming back Dean! He's dead, we burned him. So yell, scream, cry. Just do something! Please, just let me know the Dean I know and love is still in there somewhere! Take it out on me if you have to!" Y/N cries.
Dean takes one look at the tear that rolls down her face and he immediately starts crying. Y/N walks to him and wraps her arms around him and he wraps his arms around her.
"I wish I couldn't feel a damn thing!" Dean sobs. "I'm feeling all of these things and I don't know how to handle it. Sammy is dead and I can't bring him back." Y/N pulls away to look at his face, she puts her hands on his cheeks and wipes his tears. "He's the only family I have. What am I supposed to do now?"
"You still have me, Dean. I will never, ever leave you. And I don't know what we're going to do next, but I'll be right by your side, ok? I'll always be by your side." Dean nods. "You need to hurt before you heal. You can't just push your feelings away, you're human. It's only natural to have these emotions, and I'm a woman, so your emotions won't scare me off or make me not love you anymore, so please for the love of god, don't feel like you need to be strong for me."
"I've told you how much I love you right?" Dean whispers. Y/N nods and Dean leans down to kiss her.
"I love you too Dean."
Stitches [Dean Winchester]
Description: Y/N stitches up Dean after a hunt.
The Impala goes around a sharp curve and Dean groans as he slides in his seat.
"If I die, I'm never speaking to you again."
"No shit." Y/N deadpans from the drivers seat. Dean groans again as the car straightens out. "Dean it's literally a top layer cut. You're going to be fine."
"Woman-."
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"Alright, Winchester. Take off your shirt, and hop up on the counter."
"You're bossy." Dean says as he pulls his shirt over his head. Y/N turns to grab a vial of lidocaine, a needle and a stitch kit. She squats down to grab a large bottle of hydrogen peroxide and Dean trails his eyes down her backside. She turns back to him and Dean diverts his eyes quickly.
"You've got to be when you're dealing with a Winchester." She smirks. Dean rolls his eyes and scoots back further on the counter. Y/N grabs a rag and sets it under the cut. "Ready?" Dean nods and Y/N starts squirting the peroxide into his cut.
"Son of a bitch." Dean hisses.
"Would you just hold still?" Y/N asks as she presses the tip of the needle inside his cut.
"I'm sorry I don't like needles."
"It could be worse. I'm going in through the cut, not breaking skin again, and I'm going slow so it doesn't burn." Y/N says as she injects the lidocaine in different areas.
Dean admires her features as she gets ready to stitch him up. Beautiful smile, gorgeous eyes. How could someone not be attracted to a woman like her? She's beautiful, feisty, incredibly strong and very intelligent. Not the best driver, but everyone has their faults.
"Last time someone looked at me like that, Winchester, I got laid."
"Do you want to get laid?" Dean smirks.
"Always." Y/N glances up at him through her eyelashes. Then before Dean could reply, she stuck the needle through his skin.
After the last stitch is done, Y/N stands up and is face to face with Dean. Dean looks into her eyes and then to her lips. He experiments by leaning and closer, as does she. Once their lips press together, Dean lets out a deep breath. He pulls away, but their faces stay close together.
"Thank you." Y/N nods and backs away to put her supplies back in their bag. Dean jumps off the counter and grabs her by the waist. Y/N drops everything on the floor and turns to him. He presses his body into hers and grabs her ass. "Up." Y/N jumps and wraps her legs around his waist. He walks over to the counter and places her on it, then pushes her legs apart and stands between them. He grabs the back of her neck and starts kissing her again. Y/N reaches her arms around his neck and puts her hand in his hair. Dean pulls away for a second. "Are you ok with this?" Y/N looks up to the ceiling and Dean starts kissing her neck.
"More than ok." She breathes.
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The morning after they woke up and packed their stuff up, considering they had to go back home today. Y/N and Dean took a shower together to "Save water". Deans idea.
While Dean was shaving, Y/N got dressed. She had her normal outfit, consisting of a pair of jeans, a leather jacket and a pair of boots, but she was missing a shirt. Hers were all dirty, mostly with blood, dirt or whatever else decided to get on her shirt while hunting. She thought for a second.
I can't go shirtless.
Then she looked around the room and spotted Dean's bag.
Yahtzee.
Dean always overpacked. So, she walked over and unzipped his bag.
"Clean clothes are always on top."
She finds a green shirt and nods. She zips Dean's bag and puts the shirt on, she tucks it into her jeans so it's not as noticeable.
After a while Dean walks out, ready to go.
"Ready sweetheart?" Y/N nods and grabs her bags. Dean notices something as she walks past. She smells like him. Didn't she take a shower? Then he recognizes the shirt. The one he was going to wear today, but he decided on the blue one instead. "Is that my shirt?"
"Uh huh." Y/N nods as she smirks at Dean.
"You know, if it were anyone else I'd be mad. But you just look so beautiful in my clothes." Dean walks over and kisses her cheek before grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the room.
"My shirts were dirty."
"We should just get rid of all of your shirts."