but after dean was forced to face all of it he's finally allowing himself to admit what he's been scared of

Nightmare Come True: SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge 2017

Summary: Taking on a hunt in an abandoned hospital shouldn’t have been as difficult as this, nor as frightening. But when your greatest fear is that which you’re hunting, can your skills as a hunter overcome your terror?

A/N: This is my entry for Week 8 of the SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge 2017 being hosted by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing.  The prompt given is in bold and the gif is in there as well. Oh and the description of why the reader is scared of clowns is the true story of how I came to have such a fear!

Word Count: 1500

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester

Warnings: Clowns (yep, that’s a huge warning), descriptions of being chased.

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You should have listened to your gut. It was never wrong but you had ignored all the warnings and had pressed on anyway. After everything that had happened, there was no way this hunt could have turned out well and now you were trapped inside a nightmare!

Things had started to go wrong as soon as you had left the bunker. Barely twenty miles away from home, one of the tyres burst so you were delayed while Dean fixed that. Continuing to drive through the night to reach your destination, disaster struck again as the car radiator overheated, leaving you and Sam to walk the handful of miles back to the last service station you’d passed while Dean stayed with the car. The final straw was reaching Duleth, Minnesota in the middle of the day, almost 14 hours after you’d first set out, and finding that there were no vacancies in any of the half decent motels, meaning that once again you were stuck in a place with barely functioning heating and a hot water system that hadn’t been updated since it was installed in the 70s!

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Tired, hungry, disheveled, cranky…..all of these words were more than an accurate description of you and the Winchesters when you emerged from your room as the sun began to set. Despite being exhausted, the lumpy, uncomfortable mattress and flimsy thin curtains had ensured that you’d barely slept. Because it was so late, the only place that was still open and serving food was one of the local bars so dinner had consisted of fries, chicken wings and a poor excuse for a burger.

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Part Two: Devil May Care. (Swan Song S05E22)

Episode Summary: The showdown between good and evil is at hand. With the apocalypse looming, the reader, now a demon, abandons the Winchesters to work at Lucifer’s side to help further his plans along. Sam and Dean realize they are out of options to save her and the fate of humanity. They are forced to make heart-breaking decisions that will change their lives forever.
Warnings: Demon!Reader, mentions of violence, manipulation and angst.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Very minor Lucifer x Reader)
Word Count: 2,988.

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So, @destieldrabblesdaily convinced me to post it and was kind enough to even beta read it. It’s just one of the many ways i want destiel to become canon ;)

“I’m gonna go grab some coffee.” Sam said on his way out of motel room. It was so obvious, Dean wanted to roll his eyes. His brother was never good at subtlety.

They all came back to their motel room not long ago, after another successful hunt, but the atmosphere was still tense. Castiel was sitting in the chair, reading a book and refusing to look at Dean. He was embarrassed, Dean could tell. What couldn’t they tell about each other after all these years? Well, apparently, there was one thing.

During the hunt, Dean was taken hostage by a shapeshifter, who had taken his form and was holding him at gunpoint, when Castiel stormed into the warehouse, looking fierce, and Dean swore he could see the remains of grace in his blue eyes. At first, Castiel tried to negotiate with the shifter, then he tried to threaten him, after which the shapeshifter snapped and shouted, obviously channeling some of Dean’s inner emotions.

“Why would you wanna save him? He ruined you!” 

To which Cas answered quietly. “Because I love him.” 

Both Dean and his doppelgänger were too shocked to notice Sam getting out of his cover, taking aim at the shapeshifter’s heart and shooting. The dead body hit the floor, but Dean couldn’t look away from the fallen angel.

The ride back to the motel was filled with tense silence. Sam was driving, and sending Castiel, who was sleeping in the backseat, worried glances, while Dean was trying to convince himself that Cas didn’t mean it, that he’d said it to catch the shifter by surprise. Because it couldn’t possibly be true, could it? The shapeshifter was right, Dean ruined Castiel. He was the reason for every bad thing that had ever happened to the fallen angel. Hell, the fact that he was no longer an angel was proof enough that he couldn’t feel that way about Dean.

Castiel was still reading his book, while Dean fidgeted nervously on the bed, trying hard to think of what to say, how to make things alright again. He cleared his throat, which made Cas still, eyes stopping in their movement, and then finally the fallen angel spoke in that gravelly voice of his that sent shivers down Dean’s back more often than it was allowed.

“You don’t have to say anything, Dean. I couldn’t possibly hope for my feelings to be reciprocated, and I assure you that nothing will or should change between us, now that you know.” Castiel didn’t even look at him once. But Dean didn’t pay attention to any of that. His mind went black the second Cas said ‘reciprocated’. What was he talking about? Did he mean…

“Wait, what?” Dean asked a minute later with his heart in his heels. The question forced the fallen angel to finally look at him. Cas sighed tiredly, the obvious pain in his eyes made Dean’s heart clench.

“I said, nothing will change between us, now that you know of my feelings for you. I promise I will keep myself in check in the future as to not embarrass you anymore.” Hope prickled inside Dean’s heart. In that moment he thought he knew what happiness felt like. The thought that Cas might… no, felt the same way as Dean made the hunter laugh with relief, joy and many other emotions. His laugh, though, made Castiel very irritated and angry.

“I’m glad that my misery brings you joy, Dean, but…”

“No, no, no, Cas! That’s not… Do you really think I’d laugh at something like this? Am I that much of an asshole? Don’t answer it.” Dean stood up and took a few steps closer to where Castiel was sitting. This is it, he thought. He was finally going to admit something he had never even admitted to himself.

“Cas, I…” Dean closed his mouth, at a loss for words. Shit, it was harder than he thought. His palms were sweating, heart beating so fast, it felt like a heart attack. Castiel huffed and also stood up, placing the book on the table.

“Spare me your pity, Dean. I said, it’s okay. You really don’t have to say anything.” Now the pain was in his voice too. Castiel moved quickly to the door, but Dean dashed in front of him with his hands in the air.

“Wait, Cas, please, just… Just hear me out!” Deep breath. “Please.”

Cas slowly nodded and tilted his head, as if trying to figure Dean out. The gesture made Dean’s chest swell with affection. How could someone look so fierce and terrifying in one moment, and so cute and adorable in another? Focus, Winchester. Now’s not the time for heart eyes. Dean cleared his throat, nervous again with Cas’s eyes that were slightly narrowed, piercing right through him. 

“Cas, um, your feelings are, you know, reciprocated.” A pause. Cas’s eyes were wide open this time. Dean felt himself blush and started muttering.

“Yeah, they’ve been, um, for quite some time now, and, you know…” But the sentence was cut off abruptly as Cas’s lips covered his own. Dean shivered. Hard. Castiel’s lips were everything and nothing he’d ever imagined. Chapped, dry, but so very soft at the same time, moving against his with such ferocity that it made Dean’s head spin and open his lips with a moan. Castiel didn’t waste a second and immediately slipped his tongue past Dean’s lips, inside his mouth, and gently, and maybe even a little bit scared, touched Dean’s tongue with his own. Dean almost passed out. He’d never felt like this before. Castiel’s hands cradled his face, making it impossible for the hunter to move away even if he wanted to. Which he didn’t. Ever. Again.

Cas was nipping at his lower lip, when Dean finally regained control of his limbs and put his hands around Castiel’s waist. That made the angel stumble a little, and Dean felt a shudder run through his body. Dean smiled against his mouth, and Cas bit his lip in return, then deepened the kiss, putting his hands around the hunter.

Dean honestly felt like he was in heaven, was starting to consider moving the party to the bed, when he heard the mix of a chuckle and a cough. He immediately pulled away, though Cas tried to follow him with glazed eyes, but Sam’s now proper laugh brought him down to earth too.

“Glad, you guys, finally… talked.” Dean wanted to hit that smug face, but Castiel’s arms tightened around him.

“Yes, me too.” Dean heard the angel say. He looked back at Cas and saw him smiling with swollen lips and a blush on his cheeks, looking just perfect. Dean smiled back and pecked Cas on the lips one more time, just because he could, and then whispered. 

“Me too.”

In the background Sam rolled his eyes, but smiled nonetheless.

Actions Speak Louder than Words (Chapter 2)

Nobody got it. At least, not at first.

It was a slow realization, a sinking settling sensation in their stomachs that sat there in stunned stupor as if denial would save them from the truth.

A Weasley was in Slytherin.

Let it be repeated.

A fucking Weasley was in fucking Slytherin.

The pureblooded families frothed in repulsion as their horrified screeches reached the abyss of nothingness. Needless to say, they all acted like drama queens whose world views have been bludgeoned by raining bludgers that repeatedly bashed against their skulls to get the message through.

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