I Would Do Anything For You

Every breath I take, I take for you.
—  Poets Love Her
I would walk through fire just to be with you, there’s nothing in the world that I wouldn’t do.
—  (via electricaldreams)
I could do anything for you, even embarrass you in front of thousands of people just to show everyone how much I love you.
—  Poets Love Her
Getting the Point Across

One Shot

Characters: Dean, Sam, and Reader is their sister (Winchester Sister).
Summary: Reader is at a bar, and a guy won’t leave her alone. Dean and Sam come to the rescue.

Reader: 19

Warnings: Underage Drinking, Language, Unwanted Hitting on and touching, violation of space, sec references, some violence

Word Count: 1478

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Originally posted by stetsonsalvatore

It felt like the longest hunt I had ever done. It just never seemed to end. First there was the original killings, and we all thought it was a spirit. So, we dug up a grave, and we almost left, before another person died. Annoyed, Sam, Dean, and I went back to researching. We realized we dug up the wrong grave and had to go BACK and dig up another one for the second time in two days. Finally, the killings stopped and we got to leave. It just felt like I was never going to leave that town.

Digging up graves wasn’t the worst part about the whole trip, it was the town in general. The people in the town where no help what so ever. The family to the vics gave us halfhearted answers to our questions, which is most likely why we dug up the wrong grave in the first place. The police would not leave us alone. They followed out every move, and it seemed like we were never going to get the job done. Overall, it was defiantly on my list for top ten least favorite hunts of all time, not that I like hunting, but this one just got on my nerves.

“Dean, I need something to drink. I need a minute to breathe,” Sam told Dean, while yawning after his sentence.

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Maybe it wasn’t meant to be. Maybe, in the future, we’ll still find our way back to each other. Maybe you still love me. All I know for sure is that I fucking miss you.
I can’t do this shit anymore. I can’t keep waking myself up out of a dead sleep at all hours of the night because I had a dream about you again. I can’t have you playing with my dreams the way you play with my emotions.
—  4:54am