but i went with dean dying for a long amount of time


Ok, so this is a imagine that I’ve had in my head for a while now. Enjoy, My Lovelies. xx

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Dean looked up as the Y/C/H hunter walked into the viewing room. Her hair fell loosely around her face, the soft Hollywood curls framing it perfectly. His eyes wandered over her body, the way her jeans hugged her arse perfectly, the black tank she wore that was slightly see through, the deep red bra underneath that showed off some of her best assets. Her silver cross hung down over the top of her breasts, the diamonds shining in the light. Her heels clicked on the polished concrete floor, he glanced down at the ankle boots, that was a new looked. The look was Y/N all over, but a sexed up Y/N. He frowned at the duffels in her hand.


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Wanna Make a Bet?

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 1778

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, teasing, oral sex (male and female receiving), spanking, fluffy 

Summary: After Sam gets annoyed at your and Dean’s PDA’s you get the idea to make a bet with Dean to see who could last longer with no touching, neither of you make it too far. 

A/N: This is for anon who requested, How about for requests a dean and girlfriend reader where they have always had a ton of pda and Sam get fed up. After Sam telling them to knock it off dean and the reader make a bet on who can go the longer without sex but they both keep teasing each other and trying to make the other break. Ending in smut please? I came up with some fluffy smut and annoyed Sam that I hope was what you were looking for! 

You were so wrapped up in seeing Dean walk through the door you didn’t even pause before you flung yourself into his arms and started to work your mouth against his. You felt the way his tongue slid in between your parted lips and massaged your own. You fisted your hands in his short blond hair and felt the way that his hands gripped your waist in return. In short, you were totally immersed in nothing more than pure elation at seeing your boyfriend and finally being able to touch him again. 


You ignored the words you were hearing besides you in favor of continuing to show your boyfriend just how happy you were to see him. 

“Hey!” Sam called out when his brother’s hand had made its way down to your ass cheek and slapped you gently. 

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Complicated (Dean x Reader + Sam x Reader)

Plot: Dean Winchester dies, leaving his brother and his girl alone. All the frustration and anger brings Y/N and Sam together in a way that is a lot more than friendly comfort. As Sam and the reader delve into a relationship, a surprise visitor comes knocking on the door, changing everything.

Warning: Angst, fluff, Dean dying, much smut, unprotected sex (wrap it) kinda cheating but not really, swearing

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Originally posted by onscreenkisses

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Human!Cas x Reader

A/N: The requests will not be completed in any specific order, please be patient if you sent in any requests.

Request:  Hi, could I make a request please? CasxReader, set while Cas is without his grace. Reader gets hurt pretty bad on a hunt and Cas is panicking because this is the first time he’s been unable to do anything, so he ends up staying by her side 24/7 and doing what he can to help her and take care of her.

Warnings: blood, fluff

Word count: 1671

Originally posted by supernaturalfreewill

“G-ghoul,” You announced aloud, shaking your head as you continued to struggle against the ropes tying your arms and legs down. Your wrists were red and hot from rope burn, and you were beginning to fall in and out of consciousness from blood loss. 

“It was a good act, wasn’t it? You really thought I was a shapeshifter.” He said, happily. “I didn’t think I’d be able to fool a great hunter like you, I mean, you are with the Winchesters. You should’ve known I wasn’t a shapeshifter.” 

His words went through one ear and out the other, and you knew you weren’t going to last much longer. He had been draining you for the past twenty minutes, it wasn’t as long as you’d thought it would need to be, but apparently he was pretty good at this. Your left arm was completely numb, and you could barely even move it an inch. The gaping wound in your stomach wasn’t helping you either, you could yourself losing too much blood.

“Where are those bratty Winchester’s anyways?” He huffed a breath. “Oh well, I’m sure they’ll come to me, then I’ll have even more food.” He grinned before cutting your wrist open even wider, his lips connecting with the flesh and sucking the blood into his mouth. You shuddered at the disgusting feeling and tried to move, but you were much too weak now. 

The sound of the front door being kicked in made the ghoul jump up and run into the other room, no doubt to try and knock Sam and Dean out. You wanted to call out to them and warn them, but your voice wasn’t cooperating with you. Silence filled the room, and for a moment, you had thought you were slipping back into unconsciousness. When Castiel came into your view, your eyes widened only the slightest before they fell closed, your breathing becoming light.

Castiel had begun panicking when he noticed you weren’t awake anymore. He felt useless. He wasn’t as used to this hunting thing as Sam and Dean, and he wasn’t sure where to start on your wounds. His hands immediately flew to your wrists and applied pressure, feeling as though they were the reason for your unconsciousness. “Y/n,” He whispered close to your ear. “Please wake up.”

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Company Is Welcomed

Crowley x Reader

Prompt #1: “Please don’t go. I don’t want to be alone.”

Summary: When a hunt turns rough, a certain someone is there to help you through it; will the fact that you almost died be enough to finally admit your feelings for Crowley?

Warnings: Swearing, slight torture, blood, and FLUFF

Word Count: 1706

A/N: This is for @waytooinlovewithdeanwinchester writing challenge. It should’ve been due back in December, but I’m completely horrible. Here it is! This is my first time writing any Supernatural x reader, so I hope you enjoy!

   Vampire nests are always easy to clear. Just stick to the plan, and everything will go smoothly. Unfortunately, working with the Winchesters is almost a guarantee that things will go wrong; and after hunting with them for 3 years, you think you would know this fact before you agreed to their plan in the first place. The plan is that you will be bait and on your word, the boys will jump out and help to take down the other vamps. This is only to happen once Sam and Dean scope out the warehouse to make sure there aren’t too many the three of you to handle.
   At their okay, you walk into the mostly empty warehouse that is basically in the middle of nowhere, keeping your wits about you. You see a shadow appear on the ground next to you and quickly turn to face the bloodsucker. About to give your cue to the boys for them to come and help out, you hear a low growl echo all around you. Turning your body in a slow circle, you see that you’re surrounded by way more than the three vamps that you were told there would be.
“Where are the brothers?” One steps forward from the shadows, lifeless eyes boring into you. With that question, you knew you had to keep your mouth shut.    
Shaking your head, you feigned innocence. “Who?”
With a short, unamused scoff, another vampire creeps up closely behind you. “You can’t expect us to believe that one hunter would attempt to take us on without backup?”
“To be fair, there were only meant to be three of you.” You mumble, trying to keep a quiver out of your voice. “That’s a fair amount for a strong hunter to take on.”
“She’s lying.” The first one states. “Her heartbeat sped up.”
The vamp behind you grabs your arms tightly. “Well we have to get it out of you somehow.” He whispers in your ear.
About to make a snarky comment back, you feel something hard hit your head, then everything went black.

   Coming to, you try to bring ah hand up to your pounding head, but realize that your hands are bound. You blink your eyes open, noticing there isn’t much light in the room.
   “Let’s see if your precious Winchesters will be able to find you now.” A sultry voice sounds from the shadows.
   “You moved locations.” You mumble, annoyed. The monster moved out into the dim light and nods, a smirk on her too overly drawn lips. “Good thing I came on this hunt alone.” You shoot out, realizing immediately how suspicious that had sounded.
   In a flash, the vampire moves right in front of you, straddling your legs and pouting.
   “Oh c’mon, I don’t like when I’m being lied to.” She drapes her arms around your shoulders. “It makes me really,” Her head comes close to yours. “Really,” She bares her teeth. “Angry.”
   Your eyes widen as you realize her antics and as you try to pull your head back, her eyes blaze in joy at the fear in your eyes and suddenly, her teeth pierce your neck.
   Biting your lip to keep from shouting out in pain, you feel a few tears slip down your face.
   “Where. Are. The. Winchesters?” The vampire asks, your blood dripping from her still bared teeth.
   “I don’t know.” You whisper.
   “Liar, liar.” She taunts, bringing her head forward again, this time to suck your blood. In no time at all, you begin to feel a little lightheaded.
   “Hmm, you’re pretty tough for losing so much blood.” The vampire notes. “But how long can you keep it up?” She gets up and circles around you, finally stopping on the other side of your neck. The feeling of her breath on your neck and the tips of her teeth ready to strike again, makes you tense up in anticipation.
   “I’d step back if I were you.” A voice growls.
   Looking over the vampire’s shoulder, you let out a breath of relief once you recognize the brothers. Their eyes widen in shock at the sight of your state. Pale skin, sunken eyes, wounds in your neck, and blood continuing to spill out. You’re losing too much blood, and it’s obvious on their faces that you look horrible, and need help. Soon.
   The vampire glares at you. “You lied to me, you little bitch.” She basically growls. “You’re going to pay.” Her voice turns dark, as she rakes her sharp nails against her skin to form a line, eyes gleaming in what can only be described as evil. “Let’s see what happens when you become the very thing your little pals hunt.”
   With wide eyes, you realize what she means as she brings her arm to your neck.
   “P-please, you don’t have to do this. There’s no point!” You try to reason with her.
   “But you lied to me.” She pouts, sounding sad. “Liars must pay.” She says in a way that makes you realize that there’s some back story behind why she dislikes liars so much.
   “Yeah you said that before.” Dean pipes up, creeping closer at a slow pace so she won’t notice. “What do you mean by that?” He asks, attempting to distract the bloodsucker.
   “Why must she pay? Because liars-” Her voice cuts off as her head is lopped off her body by something you can’t see.
   You let out a breath of relief and open your mouth to thank a Winchester, but your jaw drops at the sight in front of you.
   A certain suit clad, red eyed demon stands tall, a smirk on his face.
   “Crowley?” You breathe, feeling very lightheaded from the loss of blood.
   “Thee one and only, dove.” The smirk on his face slowly falls as he takes in your state. “Darling, look at you…” He walks to your side to detect how much help you need. With a snap of his fingers, the pain from your neck subsides. Crowley works at the ropes on your arms and legs, continuing to study your face. Although his demon mojo healed the wound on your neck, it can’t replace the amount of blood you had lost, and he can’t help but worry about you by the way your eyes keep slowly shutting, only to snap back open to settle your gaze on him.
   “Crowley, thanks for the help, but I think we’ve got it from here.” Dean says stiffly, walking over to pick you up.
   The King of Hell nods solemnly, knowing he is no longer wanted.
   “N-no!” You whimper. “I want Crowley.” You muster out.
   With a soft smile, Crowley leans forward and lifts you into his arms, kissing your forehead before raising his head and walking toward the Winchesters.
   “I’ll take her back to your so-called home, but don’t worry, I won’t harm my little kitten.” He looks down at you, pure adoration in his eyes.
   In a flash, you two are out of the dark room, and in your room at the bunker.
   “There you are, darling.” Crowley almost purrs, moving you into your bed.
   You still feel quite lightheaded, but the realization that you almost died starts sinking in. Eyes flickering to the red eyes demon, you notice your heart speeding up, and your face turning red. You had been falling for the King of Hell since you first met him. Why did the event of you almost dying make you suddenly want to shout it from the rooftops?
   “I’ll leave you to yourself now, love. Remember, just call my name if you need me, and I’ll be here.” Crowley moves to snap his fingers and vanish, but you quickly sit up and grab his arm.
   “Please don’t go, I don’t want to be alone.” You whisper.
   “Don’t fret, darling, those Winchesters should be home soon.” He pushes you to lay down again, stroking your hair softly. “You need to stay still.”
   “No, Crowley. I want you here with me.” You spring onto your knees to place a hand on his cheek. “I-I’m so sorry. I’ve never said anything before, and now I can’t even get it out. Crowley-”
   His gaze stays locked with yours as you lean forward and capture his lips with yours.
   “Dove, you’re not feeling well. We can discuss this when you’re not loopy from blood loss.” His eyes sparkle with what you can only identify as hope.
   “I’ll feel the same then too, just like I have been feeling. Crowley… I’ve been falling for you since you first called me kitten.” You smile, as he lets you guide him to sit on the bed. “I just, I never actually admitted it to myself until tonight.” Leaning forward, your gaze flickers between his chocolate brown eyes, and pink lips. “You show me how you feel all the time,and tonight, I could’ve turned into one of them, or even died and-” You break off, breath quickening.
   “Shh, shh, don’t over-do anything.” His hands smooth your hair, and urge you to lay down.
   “I could’ve died with you never knowing how I feel.” You finish in a whisper, gazing up at him.
   “Oh darling,” His hand caress your cheeks and he kisses your forehead. “I’ve known. I could tell, even when you couldn’t.” His lips curl into a smirk.
   “Then please stay with me. Please.” You’re almost ready to beg.
   “How could I resist?” He kisses you softly, moving his lips against yours in the most gentle way possible, moving to lay next to you and bring you in his arms. “With me, you won’t be alone. I’ll be here whenever you need me, dove, or should I say kitten since it’s what made you fall in love with me.”
   You roll your eyes and curl into the powerful demon who is being so careful with you.
   “Get some rest kitten. I’ll be here when you wake up, and then I’ll take you on a proper date. How does that sound?”
   No answer.
   The only sound in the room is your deep breathing as you sleep against him.
   You stir and clutch his shirt lightly.
   “Sleep well my darling.” He sighs with a small smile, kissing your head. “Sleep well.”

Utterly Normal, Part 2

Sam Winchester x Reader

1800 Words

Story Summary: Stuck in a perfect world, Y/N tries to figure out what is real and what is brought on by the djinn. But it doesn’t matter because she wants to stay in her perfect world.  

A/N: Part 1 was written for @impala-dreamer and her Sam prompt challenge. 

Catch Up Here: Part 1

Unable to shake the feeling that this wasn’t right, you couldn’t control the frown that continued to stay on your face. Even as Sam tried to make you feel better, you couldn’t get your mind off what you had seen. What you had felt. It had all been so real, but so did this life.

If this life was real, why did you remember your life as a hunter? How could you remember the hurt of knowing Sam would never love you, or from knowing you were going to end up alone? It was all confusing, but with Sam at your side, you couldn’t seem to concentrate on that. You could only concentrate on the feel of his arm around your shoulder, his warm body pressed against your own. Or the heavy feel of your unborn child deep within you, constantly moving. If this wasn’t real, how could you be feeling your unborn child?  

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This is an effort to spread the word about all fan fiction writers in our little fandom. If you would like to be featured or nominate a writer, please contact me. Please reblog this post if you can and check out some of @allskynostars work!

1. First things first, if someone wanted to read your stories where can they find them.

The can find them on my tumblr;  https://allskynostars.tumblr.com/tagged/allskynostars-fics  or on AO3;  http://archiveofourown.org/users/allskynostars/pseuds/allskynostars/works

2. Tell us a little about yourself.

My name is Jenna, I am 23 (24 in a couple of weeks!). I have 3 brothers.. It’s been a struggle haha. I was born in London, my parents and I moved to New Zealand when I was 6 months old. And just two months ago I moved back to London with my boyfriend. I’ve written a few fics, and have just finished my first multi chapter Ever Since New York. I am currently unemployed, but looking for Pharmacy work as that’s what I did at home and would like to continue.

3. What do you never leave home without? 

My phone! And keys.

4. Are you an early bird or a night owl?

Night owl, 100000%. I suck at mornings.

5. If you could live in any fictional world which one would you choose and why?

Maaan, probably Middle Earth. Like I would kill to be an elf and shack up with Legolas. Or Thranduil, keep it in the family yunno. Or the Harry Potter universe because magic? Yes.

6. Who is the most famous person you’ve ever met.

I’ve ‘met’ a whole heap, like I’ve paid at cons and things to meet Aidan Turner, Dean O'Gorman, Andrew Scott, Karen Gillan. I went to the Age of Ultron prem when I was in London last time and got photos/signatures with Mark Ruffalo (ultimate fav), Chris Hemsworth, Jeremy Renner, Aaron Taylor Johnson. I got Robert Downey Jrs autograph but no photo. But just by chance without planning too I met Jenna Coleman. We were visiting my family in Wales and just so happened to drive past during filming. Didn’t quite get to meet Peter Capaldi though. And then I was in London last time, me and my best friend walked into Jamie Campbell Bower in the street. The story Is actually so cool but I feel like this answer is long enough hahah.

7. What are some of your favorite movies/TV?

Movies: Eternal Sunshine, Only Lovers Left Alive, Big Daddy (my go to movie when I’m sad, I love Adam Sandler). I always struggle to answer this because after I think of one I should have mentioned! Shutter Island. 

TV Shows: There are far too many but right now Riverdale, obviously. And I just smashed through Brooklyn 99. The OC, Game of Thrones, Doctor Who, SOA, Friends, Being Human, the list goes on…

8. What are some of your favorite bands/musicians?

SO my first favourite and was Panic! At The Disco. Then My Chemical Romance took over my life. Now I’m into The 1975, Arctic Monkeys, Bastille, Hozier, Tom Odell, James Bay, Ed Sheeran. Thanks to my Dad I love Alanis Morrissette and Radiohead. Thanks to my Mum I have a soft spot for Robbie Williams. My music taste is diverse so I listen to a lot of rap. I’ll defend Kanye West to my dying breath, I really like Post Malone at the moment too. It chops and changes so so much. Also I’ve seen One Direction 4 times so judge as you will, ahaha.

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Drabble: Angst Deluxe

Your name: submit What is this?

You had known for a long time now that hunters died young. And even though it had been many years since, you still remembered how it felt once the realization settled on you.

The first time the words ever were spoken around you, and the idea was planted, it was another hunter who had said them, unsurprisingly. Because, in your family you didn’t talk. Not about that stuff.

You had kind of pushed it away, denying it. But then the message had started making its way inside your mind - though you still distanced it from yourself. And then finally, you didn’t know exactly when, but you ultimately knew that it would happen to you too.

Although, you didn’t expect it to go like this. This was not how you had imagined it. You had liked to think that you were going to go out swinging. You had hoped it would be like an ultimate sacrifice type of way, majestic and honorable. You imagined that it would be because you saved the day. Elegant. Clean. Cinematic. Maybe even solemnly beautiful.

Not like this, at least. This was too gruesome. Too much blood. Too much fear in your brothers’ eyes. You had hoped for less pain. Less anonymity.

Might be a weird thing to think about, while in your final moments. Were everyone this odd? You wouldn’t find out. But, honestly, you were a bit disappointed. Disappointed that you couldn’t take honor in the actions that led up to this. Sure, you had done a great job. Sure, you had saved that young couple. Sure, there was admiration in that. A little bit. But, it wasn’t like you were in the middle of saving the world. 

It just wasn’t what you had imagined.

However, it was time to push the thought away. You didn’t need to either share or show this disappointment. Not that you could properly explain it in your current state, as you were shuddering, your mouth filling with blood.

Instead, you chose to use your limited number of words to make something right. Better. So you decided to try and comfort your brothers. Because you could all to well see the excruciating pain in their teary eyes.

”It’s okay, b-brothers. It’s g-going… to be… okay.”

As you earlier stated, not that elegant.

You gasped, fighting for oxygen to fill your lungs, hoping that your heart would beat once again. Pain was numbing your body, and therefore you couldn’t really hear what your brothers responded.

”Damn it, (Y/N), why do you always say that it’s going to be okay when it obviously isn’t? It’s not okay, and it won’t be either.”

You could have believed that it was going to be quiet when you were gone. But it wasn’t, not for Dean. His head was buzzing. A noise consisting of things he should have said to you instead. He just seemed to wrong the people he loved, the people who loved him. He had let you get hurt, and when you were dying, he couldn’t even say the right things. A good big brother would at least told you that he was proud over you. Dean was that, proud over you, but he failed letting you know that when it mattered the most.

That along with the grief and longing for you were the most significant sources for his pain, his guilt.

And the buzzing, the buzzing was currently ruining his attempts at finding a way to bring you back. Because he had to have you back. You were not going to stay dead. No way. Never.

When his mom had died, he had somehow survived. And when his dad did, he managed to pull through, even though it didn’t feel like it. But, when Sam died, it was the most painful thing he had ever experienced. It was so painful he could barely function, barely exist. The same went for you. You were completely ruined when Sam left you. But Dean made sure the pain didn’t last. He had sold his soul so that Sam would come back. So, the ache didn’t last for long.

But this time, the solution didn’t come easy. In fact, nothing seemed to work at all. He had tried to sell his soul. Sam did too. But no one wanted their damaged, piece of crap souls, that according to the sons of bitches, had lost their vitality.

The only thing that was stable, consistent, was the agony. Dean sincerely didn’t know how the hell he managed to get up each and every day. How he managed to try and block out the buzzing so that he could get any research done. Well, failed research. Sam did better. He didn’t do good, but at least he had himself together a bit more than his older brother. He had stopped Dean from doing several reckless things that would have gotten him killed, as Dean now could see. He had gone on searches, investigations. He spent all-nighters researching. And all of every day for that matter too. In fact, Dean had no idea when Sam actually had a normal amount of sleep last. Or ate a full meal by the way. No clue. He made a mental note though, to keep an eye on his little brother. He didn’t want to lose another sibling.

Sometimes, though, Dean actually felt a bit of numb to the pain. And that messed him up. He honestly didn’t know if that might be worse that even feeling of the ache in the first place. But, it did motivate him even more, if that was possible, to keep the search going. It was a testament that you had already been gone for too long, and you just couldn’t be gone any longer.

You just couldn’t. Your brothers needed you back.

[I didn’t know what to call this one haha]

All for You - Part 4

Part 1, Part 2Part 3, Part 4,  Part 5

Intro: When the opportunity to have a child presented itself to Lucifer he, on a whim, had decided to take it. He hadn’t realize just how much he liked the idea until it was taken from him; when he was sent to Hell to be Crowley’s personal puppet, Castiel had convinced Kelly Kline to abort his child.

Now he was free from Crowley’s control and King of Hell once again, but part of him still felt lost. He had decided he wanted another chance at being a parent, and that he wanted his revenge on the Winchesters for ruining his plans the first time. As he begins to plan, a piece of information falls into his lap that may prove to kill two birds with one stone.

- [ Read it on Ao3 ] -

Pairing: Lucifer x Winchester!Reader

Word Count: 3198

Warnings: Lucifer’s an asshole and there’s making out? 

Author’s Notes: Ahhhhhhhhhhhy, sup guys? *finger guys*

Sorry it’s been such a long time since I’ve updated; I’m always busy and my life’s a dumpster fire at the moment but hey, I’m gettin there. I may be getting a new job soon which will hopefully potentially take some pressure off and give me more time to focus on the important stuff; like flunking out of college, writing fanfiction, and sleeping 12+ hours a day.

Anyhow, this one’s pretty Lucifer-heavy; he’s such an ass but dang if he ain’t fun to write. You even get a little somin-somin at the end so hopefully that makes up for the wait? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I don’t know, I’m probably garbage at writing sexy time…never really tried before.

((Also y'all I’m dying inside I really need to start writing this Hopper fanfic I’ve been thinking about; I’m trying not to until I finish this one and either way it’ll get done but my will is weak and Hopper is just too pure I need this…so hey if you’re into Stranger Things’s lovable police dad you may be happy to know that’s prolly happenin soon too so…yay maybe?))

Tags: @gaylemonshark, @nostalgic-uncertainty, @adreamemporium, @sympathyforluci

After Sam had shown you to your room you had gone straight to the shower. You stood in the water and let it warm you completely as you thought about your situation. Part of you was excited–you’d finally met your brothers after all this time! Sure, Dean probably hated you, but at least Sam seemed open to the idea, and maybe if you showed them proof tomorrow Dean might start to accept you too. Still, the situation was far from ideal, and you were still incredibly annoyed at Lucifer for tossing you out with no explanation or chance to think the situation through. Of course all of this was just the tip of the iceberg; you had actually agreed to have Lucifer’s child after all. It made sense at the time–sort of–but you were still shocked that you’d agreed so easily. Setting aside the whole “spawn of Satan” thing and the fact that it was going to kill you, it also just clashed so much with who you were. You had been interested in dating as a teen of course, but you never really had, and as you got older you focused more on other things and started worrying about it less. Now, you were mid-twenties, never been in love, never had a serious boyfriend, and never slept with anyone, and suddenly you just agree to sleep with the devil and have his kid? Just like that? The thing that worried you the most was that some part of you had genuinely wanted to say yes, and you weren’t even sure why. Truthfully, you didn’t really want to know.

You sighed, reluctant to leave the warmth and comfort of the shower, but decided you needed to stop worrying and get some sleep. Shutting off the water, you step out and grab a towel. Once you’d dried yourself off, you threw on the flannel Sam had given you to sleep in. As expected, it was like a tent on you, the bottom falling down to your mid thighs and the sleeves falling down way past your hands. You felt like a child in adult’s clothes; how was he such a giant? After quickly laying your wet clothes across the shower curtain rod, hoping they’d be dry by morning, you opened the door to your room.

“Finally, I thought you’d drown in there.”

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A Whole Family Again

One Shot

Summary: While kidnapped after a vicious hunt with Sam and Dean, Y/n are locked in a cellar only to have a surprising visitor come into your cell.  

Characters: Sister Winchester, Dean, Sam, Margret (MOC)

A/N: Ahh thanks for much to all of you who signed up for my 700 follower challenge! There are still some left is any of you want to sign up! Hope you enjoy this fic and tell me what you think of it! Love you all and of course, sending my love! Xoxo

Warnings: Language, some abuse from enemy

Word Count: 1953

Readers POV throughout

15 years ago

“De! De! Sammy tok meh toy!” I said on the verge of tears and Dean came walking over to me, with annoyance all over his face but softness in his eyes for me. Our dad was on a hunt leaving us kids alone at home.

“Sammy, give her the car back,” Dean told 6 year old Sam.

“But Dean! It’s my toy! She took it from me!” Sam said arguing back and at this point Y/n was beginning to cry and Sam looked like he was on the verge of tears as well. He hated to see his older brother upset with him.

“Sammy! She is only two and you are six! You can last without the race car for a couple of minutes!” Dean yelled and at that point both Y/n and Sam started to bawl. Dean started to panic, he knew that anything he did to calm his siblings down would end in disaster.

Just then he heard the door start to open and footsteps come into the motel room. Margret, Dean, Sam, and Y/n’s older sister, came into the room with groceries in her arms.

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How to Save a Life

Title: How to Save a Life

Characters: TFW x Friend!Reader

Word Count: 792

Warnings: Angst

A/N: This was written for @dreamin-of-somewhere-else ‘s  “2000 Followers Writing Challenge”!

My sister and I used to listen to it a lot when I was younger and it was actually kind of hard for me to go and listen to over and over again.. Anyway, sorry it took me so long to get this out, but school has been WilD so far. I am taking a lot more challenging classes than last year, but I am having fun so far. Luckily a few of the parents of the of students in my Latin class and told him that he is assigning way too much work. I understand where he is coming from in the sense that we will learn more if we do more outside of class, but I have other classes to worry about as well.

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anonymous asked:

Heeeeey Tiiiiiink, *sidles up (somewhat creepily)* We know that Sam & Dean knew that Mary was a bamf before having them but Mary didnt know that they knew right? So when she came back why didnt she even try to keep up the mumsy facade? She just went straight to hunter!Mary. It wouldve been lovely (& sad) if she'd kept the long hair for a bit longer & tried to be squishy but she didnt bother. Is this a meta decision or was it cut for time or something else? Thanks, as always, you rock. 😄

Hi! FYI my answer to this got a bit shouty, but I’m not shouting at you anon, I just have big feels about Mary’s story and some people’s reaction to it :) So…

I mean… why would anyone keep up a squishy facade when it’s not who they really are? 

I kind of feel like this ask answers itself, like, surely this is OBVIOUSLY A BAD THING?!!! Pretending to be someone you’re not?! It’s already shown through Dean that this is a terrible thing to do! 

Mary’s story in season 12 is a mirror for Sam, Cas and Dean’s past “protect you” bad ways of dealing with things as well as making her her own character, she is a massive mirror and exposition for the characters we care about (TFW) and how their “protect you at all cost even through lying to you” actions never work out in the end. It’s to make us see that this isn’t what we want, we don’t want toxic codependency and “dying for you” tropes, we want working together, being open and honest! THAT is what works in the end in 12x22. It’s to make us see this and feel this on an emotional level so that it makes us happy when it finally happens in 12x22 and hopefully much more moving forwards for the characters we ultimately really care about, for TFW.

Season 12 was a freaking funhouse of mirrors and it was epic!

It’s also… just totally unfair for her own character to assume that she has to put who she really is below being squishy for her sons? Sons who are grown up big hunter men and seem to her to have it relatively together.

Because importantly they DON’T show her that they’re struggling too, she doesn’t KNOW, by the time Dean calls her to say he’s spun out over Cas she’s already been brainwashed, it’s too late! 

That is again another part of the story for Dean, to show him that perhaps if he had been more open and honest earlier she may have stayed and helped him? If they hadn’t all gone off to their own rooms on their own in that really sad last scene of 12x02, perhaps if they’d been open and talked, if generally Dean and Mary were both open and honest they could have helped each other and Sam would have helped them too?! A lack of honesty out of wishing to protect / not facing your own issues leading to problems. I mean this isn’t new :) BUT it’s now leading somewhere big in the way it was framed and boy did it by 12x22.

Anyway, meanwhile she is really struggling, coping with coming back from Heaven and a place where she was happy with her two babies into a harsh world where the first day she comes back she ends up killing someone, meeting her son as a grown ass adult, his Angel boyfriend, her other son being kidnapped. She is really really struggling and, true to Winchester fashion, she bottles it up, isn’t honest and tries to Keep Calm and Carry On, tries to protect her boys and look after them from afar. It’s not RIGHT but she’s SUFFERING TRAGIC LOSS AND IS A MESS!

Perhaps it’s because I’m a 30 year old woman trying for my first child but yeah, this idea that Mary just has to put on a squishy facade and be a perfect mother for any amount of time, cutting the crusts off the PB&Js and not her own character with her own issues that are CLEARLY SHOWN FROM THE OFF is really worrisome to me. She doesn’t just serve the narrative as Sam and Dean’s mom, they made her her own character with her own issues and I LOVE that. It’s kinda the whole point of season 12 too, that it’s Mary and Cas who hold the narrative in man ways, are mirrors of each other, struggling, depressed, trying to protect them and pulling a Winchester to do it. Showing that when Sam and Dean did it for each other it was bad then too!

I feel like I’m often defending Mary but…. really?! I just see her in this totally awful position, step away from seeing everything through Sam and Dean’s eyes (which is SO absolutely necessary to make sense of this season re: Cas’ actions too, so it’s clearly what we are supposed to do) and its blatant that her story is absolutely TRAGIC.

To just say she didn’t both is like…. I don’t even know how to respond without being upset by it to be honest. I abhor this idea that everyone in the show has to revolve around making Sam and Dean’s lives better regardless of their own huge tragic struggles (Mary’s issues with returning to this apparently awful life in comparison to what she had in Heaven, just compare it with Buffy after she got back from Heave and her season long struggle, it’s so much the same but we just see it more from Buffy’s side as she’s the main character but the concept is clearly supposed to be the same! and then there’s also Cas who is struggling with extreme suicidal depression in season 12 and I get so upset by people who are upset with how he apparently “treats” Dean in season 12 and how this makes Dean kinda sad and worried, boohoo, like JEEZ YOU try being depressed and a total mess and see how you cope!!!)(Not you anon! Just you in general).

So yeah, whilst it might have been fluffy as a squishy nice idea for Mary to be sweet and lovely and motherly to the boys, it’s just not her story in season 12. Also it just doesn’t fit the way that Dean had to figure out his shit either.

Her story is one of coping with the tragic loss of her perfect false paradise, trying to do the best she can for her boys, pulling a classic Winchester and lying to them, hiding what she’s doing because she’s trying to protect them (and if I hear anyone say that this is bad and makes them dislike her then well I don’t know what to say cos this is what Dean has been doing for 12 years and we don’t hate HIM now do we?! The point is to show us that what Dean in particular but all of TFW have done like this in the past is bad but it doesn’t make them bad people :p).

So yeah, the narrative is that of course we are supposed to struggle with what Mary has done and totally see that it’s bad (and SO IMPORTANTLY see that it is/was bad when Sam and Dean and Cas do it too!) but NOT to totally vilify her (not that thats what you’re doing anon, I just see other people do it and it just… confuses me so much. It’s missing the point so hard).

Mary’s story is to show us that the “protect them” way of doing things is wrong, the “working together” way of doing things is what works, that’s why it works in 12x22.

She also serves to further Dean’s story through his being so upset with her that he finally turns around and says “I DESERVE MORE” and lo and behold he becomes so emancipated over the season that we get him literally blowing down his facade / walls in 12x22 in the same episode that he faces her and is HONEST with her about how he feels.

I’m sure that we will see much more Mary being a better mother to the boys next season, fulfilling more of the standard “mother” role, but that just wasn’t her story in season 12.

I also kinda love it cos she was SUCH a standard mother figure in her “kill the mom” trope in the pilot that for her to come back and be totally the OPPOSITE of the “classic sweet mom” trope was fantastic!!!!! Kudos!!!!!

Let Mary be her own character and for the boys to learn who she really is, not just as their mom but as a person, in order for them all to get to loving each other for WHO they are and not WHAT they are… I want them to love her not just for being their mom and making them cookies and being sweet but for who her badass hunting character is, how she might have a great sense of humour or loyalty or… whatever, not JUST the fact that she’s their mom you know?!!

I hope so anyway :D

You’re Welcome Pt. 2

Length: 1006+ words

TW: Negative thoughts / Thoughts of suicide / Mentions of death

A/N: I didn’t think I would right a Part 2 for this, but I think it needed a bit more explanation… ish… But I’m glad I wrote this, I like it.

Part 1

You hadn’t expected to see those familiar green eyes when you woke up on the hospital bed. You had passed out in his car half way through the ride, your injury had worsened when you were helping him get to his car.   

“How are you feeling?” he asked, jumping to your side when he saw your eyes open up. He hadn’t bothered changing his clothes, and by his red-rimmed eyes, you figured he hadn’t slept either.   

“Why are you still here?” you asked.   

He chuckled. “It’s nice seeing you again, sweetheart.”   

“You haven’t slept,” you commented with a frown.   

Dean didn’t say anything, just shrugged innocently. “Do you need anything?”   

“No,” you replied. You rubbed your hands on your thigh, trying to feel back in your skin again. The events of the past 24 hours had shaken your core, despite the facade you were putting up.   

Dean sighed, seeing you were energized to engage in conversation again. That’s when his frustration and anger seeped out. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“W-What?” you stuttered, taken aback by his outburst.   

“I told you to run! You could’ve gotten killed!” he seethed, his eyes narrowing on your face. You couldn’t formulate sentences, let alone an argument good enough to calm him down. “You could’ve died, don’t you understand?”   

“I do,” you said quietly, nodding.   

“Then why?” He folded his arms on his chest, squaring his shoulders to intimidate you to tell the truth.   

You sighed, seeing no point in lying to him. “I want to die, Dean.”   

His arms dropped to his side, shocked at your answer. “What?” 

“I want to die,” you repeated. “I was never that talented at anything- I wasn’t good at studying, nor good at sports. I had no exceptional skills that would’ve-“ you paused, your shoulders slumping a bit. “That would’ve made my parents proud. But I tried- and Lord knows I tried. I studied so hard, worked so hard to better myself- everything I did was to make my parents proud. Everything I did was to make other people happy- I figured if I couldn’t succeed, I’d make sure the people around me do. So, when I saw you there, dying. My first thought was to make sure you survive- you were my first priority. I’m sure my life will never be as important as yours. My instincts will always to put others before me.”   

Dean sighed, sitting back on the chair, and pulling it closer to you. He surprised you by grabbing your hand. “You sound like me.”   


“Yeah. I’ve always put Sammy first- my dad instilled that into my brain from a young age. It’s now just second nature. I’ve literally gone to hell for him.” He chuckled.   

“I’m not surprised,” you said with a giggle. “He’s your brother. I’m sure he would do the same for you.”   

He nodded. “He has.”   

“You’re kidding?” you exclaimed, shaking your head. “Sounds like you’ve had an interesting life.”   

“You have no idea, sweetheart. I’ve actually died twice already.” He went silent, as if he knew you were already formulating a question in your mind.   

“Aren’t you tired? Tired of living? After dying twice, wouldn’t you just y’know… Want to stay dead?”   

He shook his head. “Dying always seem like a great idea until you realize how much you actually want to live, and most people aren’t as fortunate as me in getting second chances.”   

“What if you can’t find a reason to live?”   

“Find one. Mine is Sammy. Always have been, and always will be. As long as that boy’s breathing in oxygen, you better bet your ass, I will be too.”   

You thought about it for a few seconds, trying to process his words.   

“What about your parents?” he asked.   

“What about them?” 

“Live for them. Make them proud.”   

“They’re dead, Dean. I lost them a week ago. Drunk driver.”   

“I’m sorry,” he said, squeezing your hand.   

You shook your head. “Don’t apologize. I just hate myself for not amounting to anything before they died.”   

He frowned. “I’m sure that’s not true. Y’know, I travel a lot, and everyone I’ve met- and I’ve met a lot of people, are so important. I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important.” He watched you chew on your lower lip. “Hey, if it wasn’t for you, I’d be dead. So, don’t you dare say you’re not important. You saved my life.”   

You nodded, smiling a bit. Though, you didn’t fully believe what he said, you kept his words in mind.   

He leaned in, kissing your forehead. “Where’s your phone?”   

You fumbled around the bed, wincing when you moved your torso. “Fuck,” you cursed, realizing you ripped your stitches.   

“Oh fuck,” Dean repeated, sticking his head out of the room, and yelling for a nurse. “We need help!”   

“Dean,” you gritted out, the pain making your skin flush red. “You’re staying, right?”   

“Yeah, yeah. Of course, sweetheart.” He wrapped his hand around yours, squeezing it. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”   

The nurse ran in, and kicked Dean out of the room, spending the next hour fixing your stitches, and making sure your vitals were stable. Dean was let back in, and you smiled weakly at him. You had lost a considerable amount of blood, but not enough that the doctors found it necessary to do a transfusion.   

“I want to live,” you told Dean, once he entered your room.   

He smiled broadly. “Yeah?” 


“You found your reason?”   


“And what might that be?” 

“I want to help people. I want to be a hunter, like you.”   

His smile dropped, and he sat on the chair beside your bed. “Sweetheart, are you sure?”   

You nodded, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Will you teach me?”   

“Well, it looks like you’re not going to change your mind any time soon, so might as well get you an awesome teacher.” 

You rolled your eyes, but grinned anyways. “Thank you, Dean. Thank you for helping me find my reason to live.” 

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

anonymous asked:

hey, not sure if you talked about this already, but what are your thoughts about Cas's arc so far and what happened in the Empty?

Hi! Thanks for the question! No, I haven’t really discussed this before - to be honest, I don’t exactly know what to make of it all. 

First of all, I know that ‘fighting Death to come back to your lover’ is a tried and tested trope that goes back to - wait, actually, I don’t know when the whole thing started, because in Greek mythology people mostly fought to get themselves inside Hell - Herakles went there a couple of times, Theseus as well (tried to help his mate to kidnap Persephone and ended up with his ass glued to a chair for a few years), and Orpheus, of course - and anyway, it’s very romantic and all but there’s a part of me that doesn’t like it, because it sort of implies that all those other suckers who died - both IRL and in fiction - well, what? Their love wasn’t as strong as Whatshisface’s and bad luck to you?

(That said, I liked how the Empty was set up because it was very similar to the Homeric vision of the underworld, and you can never go wrong with Homer.)

As for Cas, his arc, and how it ties in with the Empty - that’s a wide-ranging question, my friend. I’d say that Cas is a puzzling character - someone who knows what he’s running from, but not what he’s running towards - and I think that the simplest metaphor for this very dominant aspect of his personality is how he loved humanity so much, and yet never bothered to read even a single book, or learn anything about our music and our art. I’m not sure whether this is a case of wanderlust, and how many of us build imagined versions of ideal countries, prospective partners and future selves in our minds without looking at them too closely (maybe because we know, or fear, that none of that will ever come to pass) or if it’s something to do with him being an angel, and a subconscious need to just keep quiet and obey orders. Whatever the truth, we know that before Dean crashed into his life, Cas hadn’t seriously tried to change anything about his own (and we know that because when he truly committed himself to it, he succeeded - basically severed his ties with Heaven and all that, and even the occasional bouts torture and brain-washing weren’t enough to keep him from Dean). So, well - from the very beginning, Cas has been this restless alien unhappy with his own culture but unable to change anything for himself and in this sense, Dean was as much of a trigger for him as Cas himself was for Dean - it’s because of how infuriatingly fascinating he found Dean that Cas kept coming back, and it’s because he finally allowed himself to love Dean that Cas finally chose to stay and fight for him and with him.

(As a side note, I’ve always wondered about that whole ‘saving from Hell’ thing - what angel in their right mind sent Cas down there? Cas? The unpredictable troublemaker, the faulty seraph, the one who, more than anyone else, was likely to do something stupid for a random human? And, I mean, beside the convoluted answer I explored during last year’s DCBB, all I can think of is that either they wanted Cas to die in there, or that Dean chose him in some way, that they established a connection before they even met, which would be weird and unprecedented, since Dean is not Cas’ vessel, but Michael’s.)

So anyway, as far as I can see, Cas’ journey has gone through three stages so far, all of them interrupted and pervaded by his growing feelings for Dean

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#Rose’s Birthday Drinking Challenge (@winchester-writes)

El Jimador Tequila - “I’m leaving and there’s nothing you or that moose can do about it”

Pairing: Dean x Reader.

Warnings: Fluff, a bit of language I guess.

(Credit: @winchester-writes and @sis-tafics for their support and help and tags at the end because I got a little emotional).

You didn’t usually get drunk because when you did, the aftermath was destructive to say the least. Destructive,  mostly to your reputation.

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Sam x Reader
Words: 1,318
Warnings: brief swearing, mentions of blood
A/N: This is for @idreamofhazel and @impala-dreamer ‘s Sammy Says challenge. My prompt was:  #2: “You know this whole ‘I laugh in the face of death thing’? It’s crap. I can see right through it.” Congrats on the follower milestone, guys! I hope you like it!! <3

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hello friends! I’m attempting to write fic, so please read dean and cas being stupid idiots in this blind!dean slash coffee shop au. obviously there will be more, but this is a little snippet. also if you haven’t already, my good friend courtney draws the fucking best blind!dean comics so go look at those. and without further ado, pls read on—

“So… did you want to go out sometime?”

Castiel looked up, shocked. Had Dean Winchester just asked him out? Was that even a possibility? The beautiful man who everyone loved. Blind, yet he charmed his way out of any, and everything. Castiel wished Dean could see the way he made people laugh. The way almost everyone brightened in his presence. He was gorgeous. Castiel wished that Dean could see the beauty himself. Castiel wished that he could show him.

“Um..” Castiel paused. He could feel a bead of sweat trickle down to his eyebrow. The curse of both the summer heat and a potential date. “Yes.. I think that would be lovely.” He wiped his eyebrow. It didn’t help.

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One Day

Originally posted by jdmfanfiction

Pairing: Daryl x fiance!Reader, Chey (OC), Winchesters
Word count: 1,775

Part 37 of 2 Hours West

You smiled at Daryl, falling move in love with him every moment. “You tell her.” you said softly.

Daryl passed her the bag, beaming. “Well….” He started. Chey took the bag with a big grin. She reached inside and pulled out the tan bear. “You’re gonna be a big sister!”

Chey looked up at him in surprise. “I’m gonna be a big sister?”

“Yep.” You chimed in. “What do you think?”

“YAY!” She hugged her bear. “Is that why Uncle Dean was sad last night, mommy?” She asked innocently.
“No, sweetheart. That was a misunderstanding. Everything’s okay now.” You reassured her.

“It was my fault, sweetie.” Daryl quickly spoke. “But things are fine now.”

She grinned, wiggling in her seat. “Yay! I’m gonna be a big sister!” She sang happily, holding her bear.

Pacing your room, you fiddled with your fingers. It was the morning of your wedding, and when everyone else found out about the baby, plus you’d announce the sex of the baby, as well.

You were excited but you were also incredibly nervous. You weren’t sure how people would take the news, but you just kept reminding yourself that only your family’s opinion mattered. The wedding itself was causing you additional nerves, by the end of the day you would be Daryl’s wife. You weren’t sure how to process it all.

Hearing a knock on your door, you turned and quickly opened it. “Nervous, sweetheart?” Came John’s deep voice.

“A little, yeah.” You sighed. “That’s normal, right?”

He chuckled, nodding. “Completely.” He assured you.

“Have you spoken to Daryl? How’s he doing?  Is everything ready?” You started firing off questions.

“Sweetheart, calm down. Everything is fine. It’s ready.” He laughed. “Daryl’s ready. Dean and Sam are looking after Chey, making sure she doesn’t cause too much trouble.”

You let out a large sigh. “Thanks Dad. I just want this to be perfect.”

“It will be. I promise.” He took hold of your shoulders. “Nothing will ruin this day.”

Nodding, you took a deep breath. “Today everyone finds out about the baby. You excited to find out what it is?” You opted to change the subject.

He grinned. “I’ve been ready. Since the day you told me you were pregnant.” John said happily, kissing your forehead. “Now, let’s get you married.”

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spn hiatus creations - week three: ships: destiel

They’re hunting a vampire, of all things, when Dean gets sick.

Just one vampire, alone and on the run, and mightily afraid if she knows what’s good for her. But she’s also a savvy vampire. She’s accumulated a stockpile of weaponry. So when Sam, Dean and Cas finally corner her in a ramshackle warehouse in southern Kansas, she shoots Dean with a bullet dipped in djinn venom.

Of all things, thinks Dean as he tips backward into sleep -

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