He could have been her impossible happy ending maybe an angel and a demon together

Always Yours Part 1- Dean x Pregnant! Reader

Always Yours Part 1- Dean x Pregnant! Reader

Rating: T

Warnings: Mention of a gun.

Word Count: 2,155

AN: @lizwinchester16 requested a Pregnant Reader Insert. And while I was going to write a one-shot I decided to turn it into a mini-series.  There will most likely been three maybe four parts.  I plan to write it all this weekend if Hurricane Harvey doesn’t knock out our lights. :(  I also have two anony requests that I am going to do my best to write as well!  Again as long as Harv behaves!  Happy Reading!  

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Tags: @weasleywinchester @jokerspuddincup  @lizwinchester16


And it is always yours
But I am always yours
-Switchfoot from Always

The tiny apartment you had moved into was somber and melancholic.  It fit the mood you had been living since your breakup with your infamous boyfriend.  Living with Dean Winchester had been the bests and worsts times of your life.  It was like a beautiful nightmare- one in which you had seen yourself living for much longer than you had. You hadn’t been born a hunter- no, you were just a girl from a working class family.  The same girl that had found out the hard way that; monsters are real and that they don’t just go bump in the night.  The memories of your parents’ deaths were seared into your mind, but from that had come something else:  Your Dean.

You sighed and ran a hand down your face as you laid in bed staring at the ceiling.  It had been almost two months since you had stormed out of the bunker when Dean had insisted that he wasn’t good for you.  It was a script that you all had visited over and over again for almost two years.  You knew your lines and your role in the play, but this time it had turned out differently.  Something had gone wrong with the little dance that had always taken place and you had felt something inside you snap.  You just couldn’t do it any longer.  

You felt the guilt creep up into your belly as you recalled the look in his eyes when you had finally agreed:  That, No!  He wasn’t good for you.  In fact, he was the worst thing that had ever happened to you.  Words spoken in a time of frustration and sadness.  You inhaled deeply as the heavy feeling returned to your chest.  Of all the things that you had been through with Dean- the mark, his self-hatred, chasing angels, demons and the like.  It was simply too much when he had formed some sort of bond with the being called Amara.  You had only observed them together once and Sam had whisked you away before you could get involved.  The ominous feeling that had gnawed at you, for a week after, had been your undoing.

It was after a failed attempt to contain Amara, that Dean had confessed to you just how strong his growing connection to her was.  That he wasn’t sure he could resist becoming a part of her.   It was then that the pressures, the worry, the anger, and the hurt that came with being with a Winchester had finally destroyed you.  When Dean had begged you to save him from this- you had replied with a deafening silence.  The dam broke and you were going to let him drown. Salty, hot, and guilt-ridden tears slipped down your cheeks.  You had left him and now you didn’t even know if he was okay.  

The guilt, sadness, and loneliness were not the only things consuming you.  There was something at the back of your mind that you didn’t want to put to thought.  It had been an encounter with Castiel a few nights before you had left.  An inconceivable thought, that you didn’t want to form into any kind of truth.  It would be world ending- to your world at least.  

You had been sitting at a table in the library pouring over any lore you could find about the darkness.  There was so little information that any time you came across something that may even had been the slightest lead, you had jumped on it. Your head had began to swim as the low light from the lamps made you feel impossibly tired.  You had looked up when you heard footsteps approaching and found yourself staring into familiar blue eyes.

Castiel had studied you closely for a moment.  His eyes squinting and forming lines around the lids.  You wrinkled your forehead in confusion as he stared.

“Have you told Dean?” He asked still not looking away from you.  Your eyebrows had knitted together in complete puzzlement.

“Told Dean what?” You asked.

“About your pregnancy.”  

The shock that had run through you had been deeper than even when you had found your parents.  You felt your stomach twist into a painful knot as you stared blankly pass Castiel.  His words twisted their way through your mind and you had become instantly sick. 

You had scurried from your chair and into the restroom to vomit into the toilet.  Dean had heard the commotion and was instantly at the door asking you what was wrong.  You had prayed silently to Castiel to not tell Dean anything until you could figure things out.

The rumbling from your stomach brought you out of your memory and caused you to glance down.  The small rounding of it caused you to swallow back more tears- it was getting harder to pretend that this wasn’t just some dream.  Sooner rather than later you would have to accept that you were going to have Dean Winchester’s baby. You sighed deeply and pressed your hand to the growing bump there. Your eyes widening when a little flutter of motion tickled you from the inside.  An uncontrollable sob wracked through your body as the realization hit you like a ton of bricks.  There was a wee little person inside you and they were going to be yours.

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A few months later- the morning air was cold and crisp as you made your way to the little diner down the street from your apartment.  You had been working there part-time while you attended a few classes at the local college.  It wasn’t the most exciting life, but you wanted to give the little one growing inside you a good one.  You hummed along to the song that blasted into your headphones as you got ready for the morning rush.  You sighed contently as you passed a hand over your round belly.  Only four more months until your little girl would be here with you.


You smile as you make your way to your tables for the day and are happy to find just a few customers.  Your first stop was a woman with dark blonde hair and a well tailored suit.  She is glancing over the menu and you smile when she looks up.

“Good Morning, what can I start you off with?” You greeted.

She looks at you sharply and an odd smile forms on her face. You feel an unshakable bad feeling as the smile turns a bit sinister before turning to a softer one.

“How far along are you?”  She says in a posh british accent as she motions towards your belly.

“Umm.  Five months.” You stated with a bit of a strain in your voice.  What did this person want?

She eyes you for a moment, before mumbling something just low enough so you couldn’t make it out.  Though you could’ve sworn it sounded like she said something about leverage.  

“Excuse me?” You said trying to be as polite a possible.

“ Oh nothing dear.  Just reminiscing.  Now how about some coffee?  When in Rome as they say.”  

You nod your head as you step away from the table and try to forget about your odd encounter.  You only just left behind a life of immense and constant danger.  Which of course, failed to compare to the fact that you were once very important to a Winchester and currently carrying a Winchester. The look on your face must have spelt out volumes because your manager took notice right away.  Gladys was a nice older woman and she had taken you under her wing.


“Honey, what’s wrong?”  She asked in a voice of concern.  You turned your head to look at her with a sullen expression.  You certainly couldn’t tell her the truth, but maybe a little lie wouldn’t hurt.  

“I just got a text from my sister…  Her car broke down and she needs a ride. Would it be alright if I left?”  You answer.  

“Oh no honey!  Don’t worry I’ll get Barb to cover your table.  We’re pretty slow today anyway.” She stated as she gently clapped you on the shoulder.  

You expressed your thankfulness and then slip out the door- hoping that you don’t attract the attention of the woman.  Your boots clacked loudly against the concrete as you made your way as quickly as possible to the bus stop.  You knew the 10 o'clock bus would be there in just a few minutes.  The route would take you a bit further to get home, but it would give you time to think about what to do next.  The notion of calling Dean filled your mind, but your mouth became dry at the thought.  How would you ever explain everything to him?

You slouched down onto the hard bus bench as your mind raced.  You could also call Sammy, but again your stomach lurched at the thought.  You were just now settling into a life without them both and you stubbornly clung to the idea.  Breathing deeply, you try to relax as you feel your little girl kicking forceable against you. You bring your hand down to press your fingers above the motion and smile briefly.  You couldn’t help but feel that she was reminding you that she was indeed more important than your pride.

With a very heavy heart, you reach into your pocket for your phone.  Hesitating for a moment, you scroll through the contacts and push on Dean’s name.  Bringing the phone to your ear, you let out a shaky breath as it begins to ring.  Your stomach does somersaults as you wait for the other end to be picked up.  It only takes three rings and a low rumbly voice is whispering through the phone.

“Y/N. Is that you?”  You heard Dean murmur.  Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to keep it together.  

“Yes, Dean.  It’s me.”  You said.  Your voice broke as the tears now flowed freely.  You began to cry softly as you hear Dean softly coo your name.

“Don’t cry sweetheart. Please don’t cry.”  He said soothingly.

“Dean…  I’m in trouble…” You managed to get out between your sobs.  You could almost feel the turn in Dean’s demeanor over the phone.

“Where are you?” He asked.  His voice was much harder than before.

“Greenbrier, Tennessee.” You mumbled.  

“I’m a few days drive from there.  Get somewhere safe and I will be there as soon as I can.” You heard him say with a hitch in his voice.

“OK.” You replied meekly.  You were about to pull your ear away from the phone, but Dean’s voice stopped you.  His words caused your heart to hammer in your chest.

“Please just be safe, Y/N. I love you.”  With that the phone beeped to let you know that the call had been ended.  You stared down at it in your hand and swallowed thickly.  The screeching of bus brakes caused your head to snapped up and you breath a sigh of relief.  You stood to board the bus, but someone calling out your name stopped you.  You turned slowly on the heels of your boots to find the woman from earlier smirking at you.  You hear the cocking of a gun and you glance behind her to see another brunette woman standing with a gun pointed at your belly. Your breath became shorter as your heart raced in your chest.

“Well. Well. Dear girl, I think it would be best if you came with us.” The blonde woman said with a chipper sound in her voice.  You nodded slowly as you hear the bus pull away. The woman approached you and grabbed you by the arm.  She roughly yanked you over to the brunette woman and pushed you forward.

“Now, Ms. Watt, here, will be taking care of you for now.” She said as the brunette woman yanked you over by the arm.  You scowled at her and knocked her hand away.

“Who the hell are you people?”  You snarled as you turned to your captier.

“Oh how very rude of me.  It is always polite to have a proper introduction isn’t it?”  She paused for a moment to again smirk at you. “My name is Lady Toni Bevell and this is my associate Ms. Watt.”  She stated motioning between them.  “We are here in a regards to one Mr. Dean Winchester.”

“Never heard of him.” You snapped.  Toni rolled her eyes at you and gave a stock laugh.

“Oh darling please, we know all about you and the hunter swine…  Though, I must say: I was rather surprised to find that you are pregnant.  I don’t remember reading that in my briefing.”  She mused.   Your eyes darken at the mention of the baby and your hand ghosted over your stomach.  


“Now come along.  We have appointments to keep.”  With those words, you were forced into a black SUV.

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For the Best pt. 4 - Ketch

Here’s part 4!! I do not own ANY Supernatural character. They belong to the creators of the show. As per your requests, it’s a little glimpse into Ketch’s POV! 

Part 1, part 2, part 3

Warnings: Angst!!! Typical Supernatural angst. Violence, death, demons. And it’s pretty long. 

Pairings: Mick Davies x fem!Winchester reader, Arthur Ketch x fem!Winchester reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Crowley

Originally posted by sleepypanda27

Originally posted by lost-shoe

You leaned up and kissed Mick fully on the lips. You had missed the feeling of his lips on yours for so long. It was so familiar to you, that you quickly got lost in it. Your brothers left in a hurry, but Ketch stood there for another moment, his hands balled into fists.

               Ketch stalked out of the room, fuming. He had been so close. Over the three years since you’d left Mick, Ketch had found himself growing close to you in ways he’d never expected. At first, he tried to push it away. He threw himself into hunts and found various women to warm his bed. Anything to help him forget about his growing feelings for you. Nothing worked.

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Girl’s Day Out

This is for @yesseverefunbanana! I hope it’s what you expected!

Author: @totallysupernaturaloneshots

Word count: 1,559

Characters: Mother-in-law!Rowena x Daughter-in-law!Reader, Crowley

Warnings: None, I believe.

Your name: submit What is this?

Summary: You’re the Queen of Hell and decide to go on a girl’s day out with your mother-in-law Rowena.

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Mamma Mia - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Mamma Mia

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Minor season 12 spoilers

Imagine: Dean talking to Mary about you and him, ending up confessing something he hasn’t dared tell even you. Based on 12x02.

“It’s been kind of weird here with, you know, Mom being back.” Dean sighed, rubbing his eyes It’s like we don’t know how to act around each other, so we just kind of make this small talk and act normal, but it’s - it’s so not normal.” he mumbled, walking around.

“What- what has she said to you?” Castiel asked on the other line.

“Well, that’s the thing. Nothing.” Dean sighed once more “And I- I- have no idea what to do, Cas.” he pursed his lips.

“Well, what have you said to her?” the angel asked back and leaned against the map table.

“I’m- I don’t know what to say to her, you know? It- it’s- it’s like it’s all just too much, and I don’t want to overwhelm her.” the hunter muttered and the angel sighed at the other end.

“Don’t make things needlessly complicated, as you humans tend to do.” he advised his friend and Dean breathed out a chuckle.

“I know Cas it’s just-” he didn’t get to complete his sentence as the angel cut him off.

“And what about (Y/n)?” he asked.

“What about (Y/n)?” Dean frowned, worry etching on his features instantly because, well, truth was that it was just in him as an ever so caring boyfriend.

“I uhm I don’t know, have you talked with her?” Castiel frowned.

“No.” Dean clenched his jaw, blinking “What? Why? Has she told you something that I don’t know?” he got a little defensive and maybe jealous without reason but he couldn’t help it. You always trusted each other, so yes knowing you’d have confided in Cas for something and not him did bother him.

“No, not really. I mean, she was having a hard time with your death and- yeah, but I just- I thought that maybe she is the only one that can give you the solution you need.”

Dean let a small sigh, closing his eyes for a moment “She always does.” he whispered “For everything but I- uh no, not really. I have not talked with her about it. She is- she is trying to take everything in, you know? And I just let her rest, that’s all. I talked a little with her but as of now she wants time.”

“Are you worried about something?” the angel frowned and Dean let a small sigh.

“No, no I’m not.” he let a smile rest on his lips “No matter what I am always sure about my feelings for (Y/n) just like hers for me.”

“Then give her time. Give them both time. They both know how much you care for them Dean, it is better at this. Everything will work itself out, don’t worry.”

Dean smiled softly “Yeah, Cas. Thanks. Uh-” he caught sight of his mother walking in and he cleared his throat “I’ll call you.”

“Any news on Sam?” she asked softly and Dean cleared his throat once more.

“Yeah uh- Um, so somewhere outsi- here.” he dragged two chairs in front of the computer for her to sit “Somewhere outside of Aldrich, Missouri. Cass is going through it with a fine-toothed comb, and I’ve cracked every database I could.”

“Every what?” she frowned and he smiled slightly.

“Right.” he chuckled softly “No Internet your first time around?”

“Our house didn’t have an electric typewriter.” she mumbled and he nodded his head, looking back at the screen.

“Yeah” he muttered and she hesitated for a moment “So… are you afraid of overwhelming me?”

He finally looked up at her, his lips parting for a moment before he spoke in the end “Mom, look, I am thrilled that you’re back.I mean, I’m so damn happy, I-I-I can’t even stand it.” he sighed “I just it’s just gonna take me a second to catch up, you know?”

“No, no I- I understand.” she offered him a smile and he did the same. She fidgeted with her hands for a moment before speaking again “And- and are you afraid of overwhelming (Y/n), or something, too?”

Dean let a soft sigh and leaned back in his chair “Nah” a fond smile formed on his lips “Nah she doesn’t get overwhelmed easily. That’s what she’s told me at least.” he shrugged softly “If I am around she- we always pull it out together, mom. We click, you know?” he chuckled softly and she smiled fondly at him.

“You click?” she smirked, raising an eyebrow and he nodded his head.

“Yeah, we do. We always have, you know? She- she completes me. And I think I complete her. When she can’t be brave, I am for her. When I can’t have hope, she has for me. And she’s always been there. Through thick and thin she- she stood by my side and it honestly surprises even me. She just- she never gave up on me, even when I was supposed to be dead for a whole year she kept waiting for me to come back and, well, I did.” he breathed out a chuckle “I don’t how she does it, but she always holds onto me.”

“That’s what love is, Dean.” she whispered softly, cutting him off and a small shy and nervous smile formed on his lips.

“We- we don’t really use the ‘L’ word but- but- yeah.” he breathed out shakily and Mary smiled fondly at him. Dean would probably never admit it or say it out loud but… wasn’t that how John had been at first? It was in those Winchesters’ genes or something.

“Still… you feel it.” she grinned softly at him and Dean breathed out a nervous chuckle. He wanted to hide it, pretend he was a man and this was all chick flicks like he did with Sam but this wasn’t Sam. This was his mother and for a reason he couldn’t hide a single thing from her.

“Yeah well… how could I not?” he breathed out “I- I mean have you looked at her? She’s just so… perfect. Beautiful. Gosh-” he breathed out “She’s so beautiful. And when she smiles-” he shook his head with a smile “Honestly-” he swallowed thickly “There are times I doubt I would ever deserve something as good as her yet- yet there she is. Sticking with me despite all my damn flaws.”

“Maybe because she doesn’t really care about them?”

He chuckled “Maybe. Or maybe she is incredibly patient and puts up with me all this time. Either way I- I have stopped questioning it. Because I don’t want it to change. I would never even dream of letting her go to anything.” he breathed out and she gave him a small smile.

“How did you two meet?” she asked in a low voice, resting her chin on her palm and he breathed out a chuckle.

“It seemed like it was straight outta some chick flick movie or something.” he breathed out and she raised an eyebrow so he kept going “It was around the time I had gone to Sam in Standford. She was there, and gosh it might not look like that but is she smart.” he breathed out with such adoration it made her heart swell “She bumped into me, and well almost knocked the hell outta me with all those damn books she was carrying.” he chuckled and Mary did the same.

“And she’d been hunting with you ever since then?”

“No, not really. Back then I- I kinda flirted with her. Alright, I did flirt with her. But she being the nerd she is, she just blushed a little stuttered a little more and well I cannot lie- I was intrigued. And not because she was one of the hottestnerds I’d ever met but just because-” he sighed “-I don’t know there was something with her. Something that felt…”

“At home?” she whispered, completing his sentence and he nodded his head.

“Yeah, yeah at home.” he breathed out, looking straight ahead of him “I had never hated having to leave a place so much. After that we- we didn’t meet for quiet a few years.”

“And when did you see each other again?”

“t was during the Apocalypse. She- she had been one of the victims in uh a case with demons. I never found out for what reason they wanted her but- but after that, and after she lost her entire family we- we took her in.”

“And you started getting closer to her.” it was a statement from her side, not a question and the shy smile that Dean gave her only confirmed her words.

“I don’t know when it happened. Be it in between the trials Sam was taking or- or the angels’ falling I- (Y/n) and me came closer than ever. And more than it would ever be possible to. And became a thing.” he shrugged softly and she smiled widely at him.

“And so you fell in love with her.” she whispered and he bit his lower lip.

“And so I fell in love with her.” he whispered as well, an impossibly real mile on his lips and Mary felt her eyes fill with tears.

“But something tells me you are struggling to tell her huh?” she tilted her head to the side and Dean pursed his lips, nodding his head.

“I want to, mom, I just- I’m scared as hell. Everything- everything I let myself care about dies one way or another, except for maybe Sam and Cas. Who have also died a couple time but were lucky to be brought back.”

“Son” she placed a hand on top of his “You can’t hold something like this for fear of losing her. Death will come one day, and it might or might not be in years. But until that happens, you can’t live every day with that fear. Because one day it will come and trust me you will only regret never telling her.”

“I just-” he chewed on his ower lip “-How do I do it? What if- what if she can’t say it back? What if she doesn’t want to?”

“Dean” she chuckled at him and he only frowned “If only you could see the way she looks at you, you’d have no doubt about it.”

“What do you mean?”

“She is in love with you Dean. She doesn’t just care for you or- or has feelings for you. The way- the way she looks at you is exactly the same way I’d look at John, and I know those feelings all too well.” she rubbed her thumb over his palm “And you- you look at her exactly like John would look at me. Don’t waste any time, Dean.”

“But mom I-”

“Son” she said firmly, using her mom tone “Talk to her. Tell to your girl that you love her and- and give her that damn ring you’re looking at every so often for God’s sake. I really want some grandchildren.” she chuckled as he stared at her with wide eyes.

“Mom I- How do you-”

“I’ve seen you, even if (Y/n) hasn’t. Now come on, I am being serious. She will say yes, have no doubt about that. Just as I have no doubt you two will have the most beautiful children.”

An emotional smile formed on Dean’s lips, a nervous one actually “Hell yeah” he breathed out with watery eyes “Especially if they take after her.”

Why Hayama Kotarou Hates Two-Faced Girls

Hayama Kotarou x Reader

Author’s Note: I wanted to practice writing Hayama, so I thought I’d do a little piece on why his type of girl is written specifically as ‘one who isn’t two-faced’. It’s a bit different, but I hope you like it!

Hayama Kotarou wasn’t a greedy man. He didn’t care if a girl was overweight or extremely skinny. He didn’t care about the size of their breasts or hips or stomach. He didn’t care if they wore pretty dresses or scuffed up jeans, glasses or braces, short hair or long.

He only wanted two things in a girlfriend.

One: that she had a kind, sweet smile that she would always show to him and,

Two: that she not be two-faced.

Because Hayama Kotarou hated two-faced girls above all.

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Scribble-Doodle: One Parabatai to Another

By popular demand, a sequel to my AU where Alec and Lydia are parabatai and Jace was never born.


He really does look lonely, Lydia observes as she stops several feet away from their interdimensional traveler, Jace Wayland. The blond man is sitting on the steps leading up from the Ops Center, brooding. 

“You okay?” Lydia asks reluctantly. 

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Dealing – Chapter 5: Mercy

Title: Dealing – Chapter 5: Mercy
Words:
2123 (this chapter); 18,386 (whole story)
Summary:
A decision of the past separates the reader and the Winchesters. Will they find their way back together? And will Dean ever be able to forgive her?
Warnings:
angst, canon-typical violence, suicidal thoughts, blood, canon-typical alcoholism, language, major character death

Dean x female!Reader || angst (with a happy ending?) || hurt/comfort || Sam is a great friend

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9

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anonymous asked:

Do you ship Destiel bc I feel like ud be really good at writing destiel fanfic

I have actually been waiting for this question since I started this blog, and now the time has come.  Let’s see if I lose any followers for what I’m about to say.

I don’t ship destiel and tbh it’s my NOtp.  I don’t think I ship anything less, actually, and because I have actually had a person call me homophobic for not shipping it (which is not true in any way, shape, or form), I’m going to explain why:

(and this got long, so if you really want to read my “rant”, click keep reading)

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