Being half a Winchester usually never ended well. With Adam being in a cage- it was safe to say that if you’re not a full-blooded Winchester, your fate is very bleak. Very, very bleak. You on the other hand, never believed this. Neither did your twin sister, Hannah. When your mom died, she gave you the address of a Bobby Singer who then introduced you to your brothers- well, half brothers, Dean and Sam Winchester. They were one of the strongest men you’ve ever met in your life, and to say you weren’t a little bit intimidated was a lie.
You and Hanna were complete polar opposite. She was outgoing, and very easy to talk to; whereas, you were a bit on the shyer side, always anxious about saying the wrong things. But you got along pretty well. She understood you, and always tried to do her best to make you comfortable. Despite being quieter, it didn’t mean you were bad company. You had a lot of friends who thought you were the life of the party- well, before you moved to the other end of the country. Life with your brothers wasn’t exactly what you were expected. They bonded so well with Hannah (as expected), and you could see yourself becoming distant from them.
It wasn’t until they started training you two to hunt that you saw the clear favouritism towards your sister. You were equally as good as Hannah when it came to picking up the skills that your brothers taught you, but you were never praised. You were never given a high five, and offered to go out for your favourite treat. You were absolutely sure your brother had no malice intentions when doing these things. It was just your personality.
Dean was an extrovert through and through. You thought you could win him over through your cooking, but apparently he didn’t like anyone else working in the kitchen but him. By the time you found out his love for pie, he had already banned you from using the kitchen.
Sam was good-natured, and you were sure that you and him would get along very well. But, Sam was too excited at the prospect of a sister that he became more of an extrovert as well. He wanted to socialize, go out, and do things with his little sister.
It’s not like you hated going out or anything. You were fond of spending time with your family, but socializing drained you, and you were already quiet from the beginning. It was hard to get close to your new brothers when all they wanted to do was outgoing activities, but you did try.
You sat in when Dean was fixing his Baby or washing her, but he didn’t like the silence, so in the end he turned on his music. That’s when Hannah came in. She made a joke about his taste in music which he took full offense to, and she started asking questions about his car, and next thing you knew, he was teaching her everything about Baby- forgetting that you were even there.
With Sam it was a little easier. He was better to be around since you both were avid readers. You sometimes would read with him, but that left no room for communication, and you were left with a gap between you and your brother. There was one time where he wanted to go to the library, and you wanted to go as well, but that was until Dean piped in, and said that he wanted to go alone so he could ask the cute librarian out. Immediately, you backed out- not wanting to latch onto him when he wanted some alone time.
Cases like this kept happening, and it was harder to try. Too much time has passed, and you got nowhere closer to your brother than when you first met.
So my favorite TV show is Supernatural, and my favorite movie is the Princess Bride, hence my name (winchesterprincessbride). I’ve had this idea kicking around in my head of doing a retelling of the Princess Bride story using the Supernatural characters, but never went anywhere with it. I mentioned my idea to @manawhaat and she was like, you should totally write that. So here is Part 1!
It was only the second day, and Tommy was bored with being sick. He was tired of laying in bed, and tired of playing XBox. There was nothing good on Netflix, and his Mom would only bring him crap like soup and jello to eat when he really wanted Cheetos and Dr. Pepper. Yep, this whole being sick thing sucked.
Everyone else was in school so he couldn’t even text any of his friends. The doctor said he had to stay in bed for at least this whole week. He never thought he would miss school, but he would give anything to be there right now.
“Hey sweetie, are you up for a visitor?” Mom asked, poking her head in. “Grandpa came to see you.”
“Yeah. He can come in.” Maybe Grandpa would tell him some more cool stories about when he fought in the war. That would help pass the time. His grandfather entered, carrying a book under his arm. He ruffled Tommy’s hair.
“Hey, Champ! How are you feeling? Your mother said you were bored, so I thought I would come over and read you a story to help pass the time. This book has been read by generations of our family.” He sat down in a rocker next to his grandson’s bed.
Tommy made a face. “Princess?” I’m not a girl, Grandpa. I don’t like Princess stories. It’s probably full of kissing and stuff. I like stories with lots of action.”
Grandpa looked down his bifocals at Tommy. “This story does have kissing…..but it also has pirates, giants, swordfights, magic, and monsters. Does that sound like something you might be interested in?”
Summary: You’ve been along side the Winchester’s for the last four years. They’re been your best friends and they know almost everything about you. They learn even more when you relive your childhood.
A/N: I had a dream about this the other night and I woke up both laughing and crying
Warnings: SPN swearing, fluffy
Sam’s eyes snap open at the sound of glass breaking. He grabs his gun from beneath his pillow, throwing the blankets off of himself and standing in one motion. He opens his door, aiming at his brother who was walking towards him.
“The hell was that?” Dean hisses.
Sam shakes his head. They split up, each one snaking their way through the Bunker’s halls, checking for anything unusual. Dean makes it to your room while Sam begins opening supply closets. He opens the door cautiously, his ears listening intently. The door hits the wall, revealing your room to be empty.
I know this is probably not what you were expecting but I got a little carried away here. Anyways, I hope you like it ☺️
Dean and Castiel had been roommates in college and had been best friends ever since. They weren’t in college anymore but they lived together in a two bedroom apartment now and still spent most of their time together.
Dean somehow always ended up saving Cas from bad dates. He can’t remember when it started but eventually they got to the point that Dean would receive a text from Cas that said “Get me” and he knew Cas needed to be picked up. Dean would show up and come up with some excuse as to why Cas had to leave with him. Sometimes it was a family emergency, one time it was fake tickets to a secret acdc concert or another time it was an emergency plumbing situation at their apartment.
How did the roles get reversed like this? Sure Dean had been on some bad dates but he could usually find a way out and drive himself home. This time his date, Lilith, insisted that they bus together to a new restaurant on the other side of the city. Dean had been hesitant but agreed and now he was stuck on a horrible date with a woman who was making his skin crawl.
When Cas received the “Get me” text from Dean he was confused. Dean had never asked this of him and he didn’t even have a car.
Castiel: What do you mean? You want me to bus there and bus you back
Dean: no, take baby, the keys are on my dresser, please cas
Castiel: If you’re sure. Are you safe?
Dean: yes cas, I just really need you right now.
On the way there Castiel tried not to worry too much but he couldn’t help it. Cas always made sure to tell Dean that he was his knight in shining armour showing up in his car and saving him. The issues with his dates were usually nothing serious but Dean always seemed more concerned than necessary. Sure, Cas always swooned a little when Dean would come rushing in making up an excuse as to why Cas had to come with him. And yeah Cas loved the way dean got all protective and concerned when they got back to his car always asking him if he was okay. If Cas didn’t look him directly in the eyes when he answered dean would cradle his face in his hands and tilt his chin up so he was looking right at him. Dean would wrap him up in a tight hug before letting go and driving them back to their apartment to watch a movie.
Cas showed up at the restaurant and found Dean in a small booth across from a slender blonde woman. Dealing with social situations hadn’t really been Castiel’s thing and he had hardly though about what he was going to say as he walked up to the booth.
“Hey uhh Dean something happened and you need to come with me.”
“Who are you? Can’t you see we’re on a date right now?” Lilith eyed Castiel up and down.
“No I know, it’s just uh my cat. He’s really not doing well right now and I know how much Dean cares about him so he really needs to come with me.” Castiel looked over to Dean and saw that he was trying to hide a smirk.
“Yeah, that’s true actually. I should probably go help Cas out with his cat.”
“Are you seriously going to ditch a date with ME over this guy’s cat?!”
“Yeah, uh, I am. So sorry to leave like this.” Dean dug in his wallet and pulled out a few bills. “This should cover it.” Dean and Castiel nearly ran out of the restaurant to get inside the car
“Thanks for saving me Cas.”
“I don’t think I did a very good job. Do you think she bought the cat thing?”
“We really need to stop doing this.”
“Always going on horrible dates. We always end up in our sweatpants watching movies at my place anyways.”
“So what do you propose? A ban on dating? We just spend our evenings together in our pjs.”
“Well umm sort of.”
“Wait, Dean are you serious?”
“Well thats not really what I meant.”
“What did you mean?” Dean leaned towards where Cas was sitting and cradled his face in his hands the way he often did but this time he closed the distance between them and kissed Castiel like his life depended on it. He pulled away slightly to look him in the eyes to make sure it was okay and Cas was grinning from ear to ear.
“So if I was your knight in shining armour tonight, does that make you my princess?” Castiel asked with a smile.
“Maybe I wanted to be the princess for once.”
“Dean Winchester, I’d love to treat you like a princess.” Dean laughed and leaned down for another bruising kiss.
“Thanks again for saving me. Hopefully we won’t have to save each other like that anymore.”
A.N . : Heey guys this is my first fan fiction that I wrote, I took your advice yesterday and give it a try, hope you liked it. And also if you do, the request’s are opened! Enjooy.
Hunting with Dean was always a new experience. You knew he didn’t want you there, although Sam was able to convince him every time that you are good asset to them. You are an occult professor at the university for God’s sake, you could have helped them at every case they got if the older brother wasn’t such a stubborn ass and refuse to let you come with them.
time? This time was hella different,
they caught a wiff about some wicked witch from the ‘500 and they sure needed
So now you
were standing in the living room of the bunker with a smug grin on your face.
the smirk Y/N, you are not impressing anyone sweetie. ”
voice of Dean made your knees go weak and that made you awfully aware of what
you’re wearing, some ripped shirt and some black yoga pants you put in this
morning not even bothering yourself to care. But now? Now you we’re regretting
everything, it was no secret that you’ve developed a bad crush on the older
Winchester, that obvious that even Sam and Cass knew about it and they were
pissing you off all the free time to telll Dean. Not gonna happen so soon
tough, plus you didn’t even know if he even liked you that way.
me Winchester! You need me, But you are
an ignorant ass who doesn’t want to recognise that they need a woman to help
You throw at
him, seating in the chair opposite from him and trying not to strangle him.
Some times you wanted to kill him, he was indeed an insufferable asshole and a
ladies man all the way, and despite everything bad you tought about him, didn’t seem to help you forget him. To help
you not wanting him, not wanting to feel his rough skin on you body, and those plump lips on yours.
Damn stop it Y/N !
you couldn’t get yourself hot and bothered for nothing.
morning Y/N, here’s your coffee .”
head you smiled gratefully at Sam and thanked him.
with what are we dealing ? ”
Sam put a
folder in front of you and you laugh. That couldn’t be possible.
can’t be possible, you want me to believe that we are after the ghost of
Rebbeca Bishop? The witch from Salem
unbelievable even for you, and you saw
enough to not be impressed so easily, but the Salem witch was crazy even
are you scared baby? ” Dean said in a baby voice making you wanting to
smack that beautiful face of his.
shut up ! I guess we need to make a trip to Salem then. ”
and let himself on the chair with his hands besides his head. It was clear that
Dean hated witches and he had his reasons too, that doesn’t mean he gets tired
of complaining every time they have a case with witches. This time makes no
and as half later you groaned stretching your legs, being in baby for that long
made you itchy and tired.
you were staying at wasn’t making you feel better either but it will do for
The bad part
? You all were gonna be staying in the same room, that means bickering with
Dean all the freaking time, good news ?
Maybe….maybe you’ll get to share the bed with the same asshole you seemed to like so much.
The only problem?
It was only 3 pm and they needed to go out and start questioning people and
stuff, you would have come with them, but your acting skills were zero, and you
would’ve put thei cover in danger, so you choosed to stay in the motel, and so some research on how to kill the witch that seams to cut their
victims on the stomach and splatter the organs, now you were sure she is her, I
mean that’s how she was killed, in Africa. The only thing you didn’t know was
how was the ghost still here….on what object she was attached? You did online research, called one of your
friends from college and collect as much
intel as you could, but still, you were not having a single clue on how to kill
between the hair pulling and the cries of helpness, Sam called you, and his
voice was erratic.
found how to kill the ghost – it sounded ironic to you, the ghost theoretically
was already dead but… - It’s attached on some ring from some history museum in
town, could you help us with some you know, historian to another? “
it shouldn’t be hard to talk to the historian from the museum, but you didn’t
know if he or she would let you touch the ring, how were you supposed to grab
him form his hold and destroy it?
me at the hotel, I need a ride and to discuss the plan with you” .
Closing the call, you put the fake badge of an
historian, cause let’s face it, you weren’t really an historian, just a
professor, and get out of the motel room.
Puttin the gun in the back, you put the shirt over it and took a jacket
over you too.
you take longer?”
Was the only
snarky remark coming from Dean when you pop in the car, and you rolled your
eyes, a break, you needed a fucking break from his behaviour, but did you get
it? Noo, why should you?
what? Kiss my ass will ya? “
scream at him when he didn’t stop with sarcasm, and he looked at you with wide
eyes. Then a pervert smile came on his face making Sam almost wanting to vomit,
but he choose to say nothing…that traitor!
wish princess, name the place and hour I’ll do it happily!”
like a fucking lava and put your hands under your breasts from instinct, making
them look bigger than they actually were.
to strangle him, kiss him and fuck him at the same time, and you didn’t know
wich one was worse.
solve the fucking case and go home? I need a break from Don Juan here.”
and Dean gave you the “I’m gonna kill you “ look, that didn’t seem to scare
you, so he grunted and resumed to driving.
Regina it is? – You asked looking at the historian name tag. – My name is Clair
Smith and I’m coming from the history museum a few towns from here, these are
FBI agents Clarcke and Johnson, wee need you to gave us a look about the ring
of Rebbeca Bishop.
ring destroyed was hard, hard when the ghost was possessing Regina’s boddy and,
boy she did everything in her power to stop you and the brothers to destroy it.
You didn’t escape being hurt either, and when you arrived at your shared motel
room Dean started to shout while Same
did go out to take some medicine for your shooted arm.
hell were you thinkin Y/N ? Were you even thinking at all? You almost got
killed! That’s why I don’t want you on our hunts, you always get hurt slowing
us from everything!”
furiously and you flinched, that stung….actually that fucking hurt, you knew he
couldn’t stand you, but you hoped maybe for some restrain from him but no….
“Why do you
fucking care huh? It’s not like I’m your favorite person in the world, I didn’t
expect you to get so rilled up about nothing! So I got shot, so what? Is my
boddy not yours. “
see the fury in his green eyes, that sparkle that make your knees go weak, the
sparkle that made you wanting to rip is clothes off and have your way with him.
“You are so
fucking stupid Y/N…so stupid.”
finish your sentence, in a few big steps Dean was in front of you, his big and
rough hands on your face and hair and you couldn’t say a thing, he was touching
you, feeling you and you couldn’t say a damn thing, he was good, you needed to
give him that.
you not see that I was trying to protect you. I care about you ok?”
with his lips almost touching yours, it was an undescribible moment, the
feeling he gave you…
and his lips crashed with yours letting you without breath, this kiss was
everything you imagined and more, teeth touching, tongues dancing, your hands
in his hair pulling him close, his hands on you waist this time, everything was
perfect, unbelievable almost.
going back now Winchester, you’re with me from now, I’m not going back to that
school, I want to help you! “
brother sighed and took you in his arms, your head on his shoulder, you could
feel his heat and that made you instantly sleepy.
dream about letting you go now, princess. “
Summary: In your line of work, weird was beyond an understatement, but a Winchester with wings? That was a new one.
A/N: LET’S TAKE A BREAK FROM THE PAIN, SHALL WE? [This gif plus a Wing!AU starter? Gold.]
Warnings: Swearing, fluff, kinda angsty (if you squint), kissing
“Don’t fucking touch them! They’re sensitive!” A gruff voice hollers. His voice carries through the Bunker, drumming against the concrete walls into your room. You furrow your brows together, rubbing your eyes as you grab one of Dean’s old sweatshirts. Tugging it over your head, you wander towards the library.
Dean stands shirtless at the end of one of the tables. Sam holds his hands up. “We need to look at them, Dean.” He was gentle with his words, like he was giving someone the monster talk.
“Why?!” Every muscle Dean has is tense, his entire body ready to fight. “You can see them from there!”
Pairing: Wade Wilson/Deadpool x Reader(platonic), Bucky x Reader(kinda) Summary: Wade is your roommate and you finally convince him to come and eat dinner with you, with Wade blaring the TV it’s hard to miss the Avengers on the screen but someone catches your eye. Warnings: Language? Near Death experience? Mentions of sex. Mentions of face sitting ;) Word Count: 2222
You hated Prince Humperdinck with a passion. When he had asked you to marry him, you said yes only because you didn’t have much of a choice. Your one true love was dead and you had lost all purpose to live.
It didn’t take you long to find out what sort of man Humperdinck really was. He was conniving and cruel. He longed for power and he would stop at nothing to get it.You could never love a man like him.