You stopped short in the doorway, the triumphant grin that had been on your face the whole drive home fell away as you saw Sam, Dean, and Cas’ expressions drawn in worry and anger.

“So you’re alive then,” Dean said flatly.

“Safe and sound,” you replied, trying to pull your smile back.

“Because you could have fooled us,” he snapped, his tone giving away his anger now. “Sam’s been checking every damn hospital in the area for hours.”

“I couldn’t find you, Y/N,” Cas added. His blue eyes were stony.

“Demons had the place warded,” you explained. “But it’s ok…I won–”

“You don’t win hunts,” Sam interjected. “You survive them. And you survive them by being safe, not by sneaking out by yourself in the middle of the night.”

“I’m sorry I worried you guys,” you said meekly.

“Worried is an understatement,” Dean said. You looked between the three of them and how their faces were drawn tight still even though you stood unharmed before them. You walked to them, then, and pulled them to you in a messy group hug. And though they were still upset about the stunt you’d pulled, all three of them fell into it, clutching tightly to you, relieved that you were back at all.

x x 


Sam: “Morning. I’m Agent Banner, this is my partner, Agent Stark. If you wouldn’t mind, we’d like to ask you a few questions.”
Tony: “Well, now see, I do mind, because I don’t know who you are or who sent you, but I know for a fact you’re not Stark and Banner.”
Dean: “And how do you ‘know’ that?”
Bruce: “Because we’re Stark and Banner.”

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Imagine fixing Sam up after a hunt...

“You need to snap it back in Y/N, it’s dislocated, it’ll be fine,” Sam said through gritted teeth.

“I’m not so sure, Sam, look, there’s a perfectly good hospital less than 20 minutes-”

“I’ve had it before, it’s fine. Just do it.”

You looked at the odd angle that his bone was poking out at and took a deep breath. It wasn’t the first time you’d put a dislocated joint back, but it was the first you had had to do it for Sam and you didn’t want to hurt him.

“Alright, but just so you know, I really don’t want to hurt you and this definitely won’t be a walk in the park.”

“Just stop talking and do it.” He said with a quick, tight lipped smile.

“On the count of three then? One-” you didn’t give him chance to tense himself before you clicked it back into place with a resounding crack.

Sam let out a loud yell, throwing his head back.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Are you okay? Crap. Who am I kidding? I just moved your bone. That’s not helping, is it? I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Sam grunted out, with a short laugh, his hair sticking to his forehead with the fresh sheen of sweat.

“I don’t even have any painkillers or alcohol anything and I don’t think they stock motel rooms with frozen peas. Anything else I can do?”

“Just keep talking to me.”


“Sam” you whispered, voice barely audible yet so loud in the silence that had surrounded you after you returned the bunker. Dean was now out for drinks, leaving you and Sam alone.

“Don’t, (Y/n). Just don’t” Sam said and then pursed his lips, deciding to look down at the sandwich he was making for you - because you had burned your hand.

You were leaving a flower on top of Charlie’s burning body when you heard Dean say ‘I think it should be you up there and not her’. Your eyes had widened at hearing Dean say something like that to Sam and you had momentarily forgotten that your hand was above the flames. When you realized it it was too late. If it wasn’t for Dean coming to your aid immediately you would have been left with a really bad burn right now, that was for sure.

“But Sam-” you whispered to him with a pained look on your face.

“Don’t say it, (Y/n). It’s ok. Really.” he turned to give you a tight smile - obviously forced - and then turned to look back at the food “It’s ok” he whispered, mostly trying to reassure himself.

You started taking in deep breaths, your lips pursed as you stared intensely at his back “No, no it’s not. And you know it” you said firmly.

“(Y/n)-” he started but you cut him off.

“No, don’t ‘(Y/n)’ me Sam. It’s not ok and you know it!”

He let out a sigh as he handed you your food “I know (Y/n). But just listen-” he started and you cut him off once again.

“No Sam you listen!” you said in a harsh voice.

You let out a sigh and looked back up at him “He didn’t mean it Sam. He didn’t really mean it. Dean- he would never say something like that. Not to you. Never to you. He was just- It was too much for him. That’s just it. Charlie dying was just too much for him to take but you know that he would never say something like that and actually mean it. You’re his brother Sam.” 

“I know (Y/n)” he smiled just slightly at your trying to reassure him “But I know perfectly well that it is true. Maybe I didn’t expect him to actually say it. Maybe that shocked me a little bit but-” he let out a sigh “-I know that it is true. You do too, just don’t want to accept it” he smiled sadly, shrugging slightly.

“No, Sam. No.” you said firmly “I don’t think that it is true. And neither does Dean. He didn’t mean it, Sam. He didn’t!” you emphasized your words, trying to make him believe that he was worth saving. That his own brother did not think that he was unworthy.

You let out a sigh and shaking your head walked towards hims. You wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in his chest, biting your lip to keep the tears from rolling. Seeing the brothers like this broke you. And you were not able to stand seeing them apart.

Sam hesitated but hugged you back “It’s ok” he whispered “It’s ok”

“Sam” you breathed out, lip trembling just slightly at seeing the look in his eyes.

“He didn’t mean it, ok? He didn’t. Dean would never say something like and actually mean it when it comes to you. You’ve been through so much together. So much and yet you managed to pull through. Together. Because you are brothers. And the bond you two have is much more than just that. It is much more than just blood relation, Sam. Dean- Dean would never wish that for you. Hell, if it happened I am sure that he would trade his life for yours. Once again! Sam he would never be able to live without you. You, Sam, are his brother. And no matter how many arguments you’ve had. No matter how many things you have said to each other. No matter how many bad and unforgivable things you’ve done, you always pulled through. Together. Come Hell, Heaven or Purgatory you two always made it through. Together.” you let out a breath, pulling completely away from him.

“You’re his brother, Sam. There is no chance on this Earth that Dean Winchester would put anything else above you. There is no chance that he would chose anybody else before you, if need be.” you added in a softer voice, smiling when you saw a smile appears on Sam’s face.

“You always are right (Y/n).” he looked at you with a true smile and you nodded with a bigger one of yours.

“Just not this time” he added and your smile fell. A perplexed look was on your face as Sam kept smiling. Mostly since it seemed to be a true one.

“Even though Dean might not admit it, now or ever, there is one person that he would chose above everyone. Above himself. And above me.” he put a few strands behind your ear “He would chose you over me any given second, if need be”

You shook your head at hearing Sam’s words, a sting in your chest. You both wanted and not to believe Sams words. Mostly because you could not deny the deep feelings you had for Dean for a really long time.

“Sam-” you let out a sigh “-He doesn’t see me that way. Dean and I are just friends we-” Sam’s deep chuckle made you stop.

“You may be oblivious to it, (Y/n). And Dean may not have said anything openly to me but- I see the way he looks at you. He has never looked at a woman like that. Hell, it is so obvious even a blind man could see it. I have seen it for a while now, (Y/n). The way he talks to you, the way he tries not to show how he’s worried about you, the way he feels for you is impossible to hide. Even though he might try. I haven’t gotten to say it before and I don’t think I will get to say again, to another woman anyway but- (Y/n). Dean’s in love with you” he said with a sad smile.

“Sam-” you bit your lip but he cut you off.

“He would chose you over me, (Y/n). Dean would chose you over anyone, even himself, even me, any given second.” he cupped your cheek and smiled at you, though it only made you feel even more sad.

“We both would” he added and leaned down to kiss your cheek. His face lingering close to yours for a little longer than needed.

When he pulled away he just smiled down at you, brushing his thumb on your cheek and then completely pulling away to leave.

While you just stood there, eyes wide and heart hammering in your chest at what Sam had said.

Sam had just told you what you wanted and feared to hear.

Maybe some thing were Better Left Unsaid, after all.


Your body moved, following the beats of music.

This was one of rare days you got off as a hunter. And you couldn’t think of a better way to spent it than playing games with Castiel, Dean and Sam. Of course there was nothing you enjoyed more than beating them in those games.

Dean’s eyes landed on your body as soon as he entered the room and with a smirk on his face he took a seat next to Sam and Cas.

“Seriously Y/N? That game again?” he asked, but you knew that he didn’t really mind.

“Oh shut up Dean.” you said, smiling. “You’re just angry because I always win.”

“Maybe, if you’d let us play more we’d win as well every now and then.” Sam mumbled, rolling his eyes.

“Just one more and then I’ll let you play all day, okay?” you promised. “And you love to watch me dance anyway.” you mumbled to yourself, hopefully quiet enough, so the boys didn’t hear you.

“True that!” Dean said, winking at you and making you blush. 

Quickly you turned back to the TV and looked at the songs. Without a second thought you chose  Sympathy For The Devil by The Rolling Stones.

Music started playing and you moved along, mumbling the lyrics.

“You know what?” you sighed, trying to catch your breath. “I really miss Satan sometimes.”

Boys looked at you, their eyes widening.

“You-you what?” Sam asked, looking like a confused puppy. “The hell, Y/N?”

“This is very unwise to say. Believe me, you do not miss my brother.” Castiel said, shaking his head. 

“Seriously Y/N? I know I’m hot, but there’s no need to call me Satan.” Dean chuckled, happy with his joke. 

“I was just kidding guys. No need to take this so serious… or to flatter yourself, Dean. You’re not that hot.”



“Is it hot in here?” Sam asks, puffing his shirt from his chest, in and out causing you to laugh.

“Yeah, I guess a little.” You reply and he smiles down at his cup, pulling his hand away from his shirt and running it through his hair.

“Yeah…bad day to wear sleeves right, ha, I just um…you liking your coffee mine’s okay I guess and, damn it’s really hot in here…” Sam rambles, small chuckles coming in between his sentences. The whole act, completely adorable to you and without thinking you stand, and bend across the table and pressing your lips against the flustered man. 

“Still hot?” You ask, as you pull away, smiling at his pleased and shocked expression.

“Most definitely…”

Playing Games

Fandom: Satan and Me

Ship: Natan

Word Count: 3800

Rating/Content: PG, there might be some swears but it’s mostly just fluff

Summary: In which Satan learns how not to be a sore loser.

A/N: I’m sorry if there are typos, I wanted to post this before bed tonight but I gotta get to bed earlier than usual! :D

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