cas's sisters

Twins

Summary: You and Castiel learn that you’re expecting, you just didn’t think that he’d have to fight to protect you so soon.

A/N: I apologize again for this one taking so long! There were so many different directions that I wanted to take this and I just couldn’t figure out which one. Also, I’ll apologize again for the ending.

Request: hello i was wondering if you could do a castiel x pregnant reader were the reader is pregnant with nephilim twins. and the reader sam and deans little sis and somehow the angles find out about the babies and they try to kill her because its forbidden.

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: It’s angsty. Literally like almost no fluff. Violence, death, and maybe language?

Word Count: 2.4k

Originally posted by princesscas


You stood outside the bunker door with your hand on the door knob, completely frozen. You’d been able to ignore it on your way home, but you knew that the second you walked through that door; your life would change. Forever.

You brother, Sam, had talked you into going to the doctor. You’d been sick for the last few weeks with what you thought was the flu. After three weeks passed and it didn’t go away, you reluctantly agreed to go to the free clinic.

Because of the number of services that the free clinic offers, it wasn’t surprising that they wanted to take blood when they couldn’t figure out why you were sick. So you did what they wanted, you let them take your blood. Twenty minutes later, they were moving you to a room with an ultrasound machine and telling you that you were pregnant. The ultrasound confirming that you were at least twelve weeks along with twins.

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When you suddenly get dean feels even though you’re a hard core Sam!girl???

~ SPN 12x15 coda ~

This is my voicemail. Make your voice…a mail.

Dean pursed his lips and pulled his phone away from his ear. Three missed calls…where was Cas? 

Usually, if he was not back home by this time – Dean tapped his screen. 10:47 pm – then he was at a hotel for the night. By now, Cas would have texted Dean to check in. To let him know that everything was all right. Maybe he was too tired to carry on an actual conversation. Maybe that’s why he sounded off on the phone earlier,

After a moment of staring at his phone, Dean opened it up and found the messages between himself and Cas. No reason he couldn’t text Cas first, right?

10:48 pm // Any more news about Dagon?

He stared at his screen until it went black. Sighing, Dean set his cell down on his nightstand and pulled off his flannel shirt, tossing it on the foot of his bed. He toed off his heavy boots and kicked them away before he tugged off his jeans. As he sat down, he glanced over at his phone.

Still no notification. Maybe Cas’ phone was dead?

Dean slipped under the covers and sat still for a second before reaching under and yanking off his socks. He threw them across the room and rested his arm behind his head. He stared at the ceiling for a long while, watching the shadows from the lamp creep over the popcorn ceiling.

His phone buzzed. Twice. 

Dean jolted up and rubbed his eyes with one hand and grabbed his cell with the other. His shoulders sagged as he rested his phone on his knee. It was only Crowley. If he actually wanted to talk to Dean, he would call him – several times in succession until Dean picked up, judging by past experiences. 

Dean unlocked his phone with a swipe of his thumb and his eyes fell to Cas’ contact picture. It was one that Dean took who know how many moths ago during a lull in a research session. In the picture, Cas was glaring over the top of Sam’s computer at Dean in response to his endless attempts to get his attention. 

“Hey, Cas,” he said, clearing his throat. He glanced up at his closed bedroom door before continuing. “I…I know it’s been a while since I’ve prayed. But that’s because you’ve been here. And, well…you’re gone now.”

He frowned, tapping his phone on his knee. Yes, Dean talked to him today – just hours ago, even – but something was wrong. Sam did not seem to notice, but Dean did. “I don’t know what to do,” he said, though not necessarily to Cas. 

“I need you here, man. You help me, you know? More than I’ll ever be able to say.” His eyes darted up to the ceiling and back down to the phone. “I’m over-reacting, huh?…You’re probably just tired.” Dean gave his phone a half-hearted smile, his eyes drooping in exhaustion. He really should try to sleep soon.

12:12 am, his phone read when he tapped the screen. He hesitated for only a second after unlocking it before he decided to call Cas again. Dean’s fingers tightened around his phone as he raised it to his ear. “Come on, buddy. Pick up.” 

His plea was answered by the trilly dial-tone, which rang three times before there was a soft click on the other end. Dean’s breath hitched in anticipation as Cas said, This is my voicemail. Make you – 

He hung up the phone and tossed it away. It bounced off the pillow next to him and onto the bed. Dean rubbed his hands over his face, sighing. “Where are you, Cas?”

It was always her

A/N: The final part to It wasn’t her. Its a smack in the feels. Flashbacks & things the reader has said are done in italics. I tried to focus on everyone equally but it focuses a lot more on Dean’s struggle. There also isn’t must dialogue & it’s pretty long…sorry, not sorry.

It wasn’t her masterlist

Dean x Sister!Reader    Sam x Sister!Reader

Mary x Daughter!Reader    Cas x Reader (platonic)

Originally posted by bugharpoon

The ride back to the bunker was done in pure silence. Cas drove his truck back separately while Dean drove the impala with Sam riding shot gun and Mary in the backseat. Sam had offered to ride with Cas so she could ride in front but she refused; she wanted to hold her baby. When they pulled up in to the garage no one made a move to get out.

Not until Dean spoke, “You guys go inside. I’ll bring Y/N in.” Neither Sam or Mary budged, “Sammy, please.” Dean’s voice broke as he asked his brother to leave. Sam sighed and got out of the car, he walked around to the passenger side Mary was sitting on and opened the door.

“Come on Mom.” He said while reaching his hand out to grab hers. She slowly got up, delicately placing your head back on the seat. Dean had carefully wrapped your body in your favorite blanket that you always kept in the back of the impala, “It’s my emergency blanket! We sleep in this car so much that I wanna keep it here just in case. I’m doing you a favor really, this way you don’t have to listen to me bitch about being cold.” Now you were wrapped in it, only your head showing due to Mary maneuvering the blanket down so that she could look at your face. You were her little girl, she had always wondered how you would look like when you grew up and now she knew; you were a gorgeous woman who had small traces of herself and John, but she also saw bits and pieces of Dean and Sam, and parts of you were all your own.

Dean remained in the car after Sam and Mary had gone into the bunker. He just wanted quiet for a few more minutes. He wanted a few more minutes to pretend that everything was alright. That his beloved baby sister wasn’t dead in the backseat of his car. That he wasn’t going to have to carry his lifeless sister into her room while he went outside to chop wood. Wood that he would then use to build a pyre. A pyre that he would then have to watch his sister burn on until she became a pile of ashes. After that he would have to go back into his home, which would forever be different without her presence, and comfort his mother, who has been dead for 33 years, and his little brother, who had been tricked into killing their little sister.

So yeah, Dean let himself sit in silence for a few more moments before he watched his entire world crash and burn in front of him.

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Sports Bras and Trench Coats

Request: Could you do one where the reader is the Winchester’s little (half) sister and she stays behind on hunts to do research and what not. But she also does stuff like yoga while her brothers are gone and Cas comes to check on her and she’s still in her yoga clothes so it leads to smutty goodness and both them confessing their feelings or something like that

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: Smut, lanugage, oral (female receiving), slight dom!cas, ehh and some orgasm denial, it’s just very smutty okay?

Word Count: 1.9k

Originally posted by castielthesoldierofgod

You were stretching, getting ready to do your morning yoga when your phone rang. Every time you were getting ready to do something for yourself your phone rang. Everytime.

“Hey Sammy.” You tried not to sound annoyed.

“Okay, so, this isn’t a werewolf.” he said right away.

“What? How do you know?”

“Hearts aren’t missing, they’re just…placed somewhere else.”

You sighed, knowing you were going to have to do the research for this one, not that you really minded, you just wish that your brothers didn’t need you at the exact moment you were getting ready to do something else.

“Okay, I’ll look it up.”

“Thanks, Y/N, you’re the best.” he told you.

“I know,” you said before hanging up.

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morning, winchester

Pairing: dean x sister! Reader Sam x sister! Reader

Summary: you and the morning not a good combination.

A/N: Im not a morning person at al and really not today. It is Friday and I almost fell asleep in the class. I hope you guys like it


Originally posted by adriatico03

You and mornings are not a good combination. You hate the morning and really when you need to get up soon. This time you needed that for a hunt. Last night you sat up late because you needed to find something for the hunt. You said it going to be a half hour but it became 3 hours. You brothers knew that you hate mornings and that is a good reason to bother you.

You were lying in your bed still sleeping. You knew that you alarm get off soon but still you keep your eyes close. 15 min later you alarm goes off and isn’t it you phone than it was already smash in the wall. You turned it off and goes to the bathroom. You showed and everything and chanced in your clothes. You wanted to stay in your sweat pants and your over size dean t-shirt but yeah monster don’t kill them self.

You goes to the kitchen where your brothers where. Dean and Sam where eating cereals and looked info about what you were going to hunt. You grabbed your cereals and eat it next to dean. You knew that in every second dean or Sam is going to say something how tired you looked.

“hey Y/N/N, you look tired. Did you sleep last night?” dean said. You looked him in the eyes and turned back to your cereals.

“oke, sorry, grumpy.” Dean did the same and continue eating.

The whole day you were feeling a little of because you really tired. The hunt was done and you and your brothers rode back to the bunker. On the way you were feeling you eyelids feeling heavy and before you knew it you fell asleep. Dean saw that you were sleeping on the backseat from the impala.

“hey, look behind you. Miss grumpy fell asleep. She was really tired.”

“she was a little off to. I think of exhausting.” Sam said.

You where arrived at the bunker. Sam scooped you up from the backseat and walked to your room. He placed you on bed.

The next morning you waked up in your bed. You didn’t want to but you need to help your brothers. You finally get out of your back and walked to the kitchen. Sam and dean where sitting on there original place and eating cereals.

“hey sleepyhead, you can go back to sleep.” Dean said. You looked confuse he never said that to you.

“what? Why? I need to help you guys even when I’m tired.”

“no you get in your bed now and get some sleep. You looked terrible yesterday. You slept the whole ride back. You get to your bed now and get you sleep.” You didn’t hesitate because it is dean and you really want no trouble with him.

You get to your bed and fell asleep. You always love your brothers when they were worried about you and that are family for.

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Stuck in the Middle (With You)

Winchester sister imagine

A/n: based off of episode 12 that aired last night so spoilers

Warnings: blood, language, the usual.

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“Crowley’s right,” piercing blue eyes starred into your own. “You should go.” A loud pain filled grunt filled the air around the rotting angel.

“Cas, come on.” Your oldest brother, Dean, wore a set of swollen eyes. Trying their best to soak up the tears daring to escape from their green captors.

The whole time you stayed crouched directly to his right side. Locking your left hand with his own right.

“No, you listen to me.” His voice cracked slightly as another grown escape his chapped lips. “You-look, thank you. Knowing you, it…it’s been the best part of my life.”

“Cas…” you’d only whispered it, but he heard your hushed and broken tone speaking to the right of him.

“The things…the things we’ve shared together. They’ve changed me.” The pain in his body soared up to his eyes, jumping to yours as his eyes locked to you for a split moment before looking to the rest of the family.

“You’re my family. I love you.” At the last part, the two of you shared a solid moment of eye contact. The grip he had on your hand tightened for a split second before he continued. “I love all of you.”

Your head shook at his words. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be happening.

“This sounds an awful like a goodbye speech to me.” The sadness you’d tried your best to contain flooded like a broken dam out of your eyes as you spoke.

“Your story doesn’t end here, Castiel.” Mary, your mother, had a certain kind of look to her. She wore a coat of guilt, but why? You all helped people- other hunters. “This is my fault.” When she directed the blame directly to herself, a cold chill went tingling up your spin as fresh goosebumps danced along your exposed arms and neck.

“Just please…please, don’t make my final moments be spent watching you die.” Judging by the look in his eyes, he wouldn’t gotten up and shoved you all out the door if he had the strength. “Just run. Save yourselves. And I will hold Ramiel off as long as I can.” With all his strength he tried to push his body upward, but only fumbled back down with a cough.

A care filled and loving smile spread on your lips. Salty tears fell down your cheeks and over your split bottom lip. Stinging the open wound more than smiling did. Reaching forward with your right hand, you Bentley caressed the side of his head where the rotting hadn’t yet spread. Your fingers getting tangled up in his messy hair.

“Cas, no.” Your voice barley broke through the tears.

“Yes.” He inhaled sharply.

“There is no way in hell I’m leaving you here. If you’re staying, I’m staying right here with you.” No longer was your hand intertwined with his hair. Instead it rested on top of yours which still held on tightly to his left hand.

A sharp and rough sigh came from his rotting body.

Why must you be so pig headed, Y/n?” His body repositioned to what seemed to be a more comfortable position for him to rest in.

A short laugh came from your still sore body. “Nobody told you to love me, Feathers.”

“You need to keep fighting.” Frustration took over his look of pain. He was no longer talking just to you.

“We are fighting.” Sam exhaled sharply. “We’re fighting for you, Cas.” His eyebrows were bunched together as the three lines of wrinkles took over the middle of his forehead.

“And like you said, you’re family.” Dean chimed in. “And we don’t leave family behind.”

Your angels head rested backwards in defeat. There was no way any of you were leaving him, and he knew that.

Sam called for your mother to follow him to talk. Dean trailed behind the two of them while you stayed next to Cas. Locking your fingers even tighter with his.

“I won’t let you leave me.” After a few seconds of silence between you two, you’d finally broken it.

“Y/n,” there was no doubt he was about to protest with what could very well have been his final breath, but you wouldn’t let him.

“No, Cas. Why would you ever…ever think I would leave you?” Part of you felt disappointed. Not in him, but in yourself. “Regardless of circumstances.”

He let out a grown before he responded. “Because… the last thing I want to leave this world seeing is the person I love the most being slaughtered in front of me while I’m left- unable to do anything.” It was getting harder for him to speak. Grunts and groans came from him in between words.

His eyes closed for a moment as a deep and held in groan came from his body. Up the left side of his face grew a splitting black crack. The rotting was getting worse.

Baby…” your hands reached out, fingers just barley touching his face.

A loud banging sound followed by a deep shout came from outside. Somewhat close to your brothers, a giant human side hole was created as a body was thrown through. Crowley.

Seemed not siding with you guys hadn’t worked so well in his favor. Or had he chosen to help in a different way?

Hidden behind the walls came a sharp, fine tuned whistling. A man stepped through and the grip Castiel had on your hand tried its best to get stronger. As if he was protecting you. Telling you to stay out and not do something stupid to get yourself killed as well.

Ramiel and the rest of your family began to speak back and forth, but you were more concerned with how fast the rot was growing.

Your brothers carried on with the Prince. All of your attention was on Cas, who was completely focused on what was happening with the rest of the Winchesters. Knowing you were somewhat safe beside him.

Suddenly, the prince reached behind him and pulled out a lance. The one Crowley had mentioned. The moment it’s base hit the ground powerfully, a gust of strong wind came in your direction. Every direction really. Your family went flying in every direction, while Cas did his best to help anchor you down to prevent you from going too. Then the battle begun.

For a few moments you sat there, watching from a short distance. Until you realized it would take all the power possible to stop him.

Your body stood up. But something stopped you from continuing forward to the fight. A hand which was grabbed lordly onto the bottom of your newly ripped jeans. Cas. This was his way of telling you to stay. Reluctantly you did. Ignoring every fiber of your body pulling towards the rest of your family.

Finally, your brothers had managed to get him into a vulnerable position as the lance was drove deeply into his chest. It was over. Be at the same time it was just beginning.

A dark black substance began pouring from the angels lips. “Guys.” Your voice was almost barley heard, but it was just enough to get their attention.

It was almost as if he was having a seizure. His body began shaking at one point and it was almost too much to watch. Slowly you lifted a very shaky hand to your mouth, covering your lips in disbelief. The air you so desperately needed began to slip away from you as breathing became harder.

From behind, your mother approached and held the back of your head into her chest, her arms wrapping around your shoulders.

“Hey, we’re right here Cas.” There was nothing anybody could do but comfort him. Dean could barley speak himself.

The oozing began to worsen. This was how he would die. His eyes were blank regardless of the fact they were open. Like he was checked out into a painful land.

“We’re right here buddy.” Sam added in.

Just as you thought the end was approaching, a bright blue light took over the room around you. It’s source radiating from behind you all. The light wrapped around Cas, taking him into its warm glow.

When it was all over you took in the sight before you. An angel. No wounds. No rot.

“Cas!” Your arms laced together around his neck, still being careful not to hurt him. Just in case.

Everybody’s heads turned around to be greeted with a sight nobody thought they’d ever see. Before you all stood a very fine Crowley.

“The magic’s in the craftsmanship.” Just before he left he turned and finished. “Oh, you’re welcome.” And just like that the Boy King was gone.

The five of you left, but there was something off. Something you couldn’t shake. A feeling of being lied to, wronged. And you didn’t understand it.

****

Everybody had gone back to the hotel, except your mother. Who had been staying at a different one.

Both of your brothers were driving in Baby, Mary in a separate car, while you drove the truck and Cas rode shotgun.

Of course you were questioned when you strayed from the route to the hotel.

“Y/n, where are we going?” Cas was speaking normally again, but with that bit of confusion in his voice. It was understood.

“I’ve just- you trust me?” You figured you knew the answer, but still.

“Of course, always.” His face was turned towards yours, which was focused on the road ahead.

Without warning you accelerated, not wanting to loose Mary’s car which had turned into a parking lot.

The two of you sat in the truck, from an unseen distance of course. She was talking to someone. He looked familiar. The moment you saw something- something you thought had been long lost, you hopped out of the truck and began storming into the building.

The door swung open, the little bell resting on the inside ringing violently.

“Y/n!” She must’ve been surprised to see you. Cas was right behind you, sharing an equally surprised and disappointed look.

“Cas?” All it took was his name being spoken from your lips.

He walked forward, placing a hand on the Colt and taking it into his grasp. The man you had no trust for didn’t try a thing. Seen your hand on the gun hidden from sight. Without another word you stormed out of the diner and back to the truck.

“Y/n!” A voice called from behind you, but you simply ignored it. “Y/n, wait!”

A scoff came from you.

Wait? Wait for what? To hear some bullshit story as to why you nearly got us all killed so you could steal something for that prick in there?” This was what Ramiel had said was his. And she just stood there, prepared to let you all die for it.

“Please, I can explain.” An unamused and sarcastic smile was on your lips as she spoke her words.

“Yeah well you might want to make it quick.” You swallowed hard, trying to down the lump in your throat.

“I lied. About helping Wally.” You wanted to interrupt badly, yell, but you waited for a reason. “For them. The British- I’ve been working for them for awhile now. And we’ve saved a lot of people.”

With everything in your body you clenched the power into your fists. Trying to stop yourself from blowing up on her.

“I knew if I said it was for me there’d be questions. Questions I couldn’t answer.” A sympathetic look was being held in her eyes, but you couldn’t care less.

“So then what? You lie? To get us on some suicide mission? You almost- Cas was on the brink of death. We were all being threatened and had no way to defend ourselves whatsoever. Nothing, mom.” A sharp exhale of breathe left your shaking body before you continued. “When he said to give it to him, you should’ve.”

“I couldn’t loose it for them. You have to understand that, Y/n.” Her hand reached forward to touch your cheek but you only pushed it away.

“Understand what? How you chose some half assed deal over your kids?” The lump in your throat only grew, making it harder to speak.

“Sometimes, you have to do what’s necessary…” you’d heard enough.

Every muscle in your body lunged forward as your right fist connected with the side of her face. Your ring cutting her cheek. Before you you could swing again two masculine arms wrapped around your body in a bear hug.

“It’s over, Y/n. Walk away.” Castiel held on tightly, your rage made you stronger than you’d ever been.

Your own mother had betrayed you. All of you. But this was far from over. It was just beginning.

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Here we are, week 16! There are so many wonderful fics and writers out there that deserve some love, and this is what that is for. Go check them out, leave a like or reblog, but show ‘em some appreciation. They’ve earned it.

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Originally posted by superwhoolockk

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Drabbles

Imagines

One Shots

Series

Sex Hair

Imagine you’ve been seeing Castiel, behind your brothers backs. Except when one morning, when you forget to fix your hair, Dean puts two and two together.

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: none, fluff

Word: Count: 527

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“Morning, Y/N” Dean said to you as you walked into the kitchen.

“Morning.”

You yawned as you sat down at the table, dean sliding you a cup of coffee.

“Rough night?”

“Huh? What makes you say that?” You asked, trying to hide the fact that you had spent the entire night with Castiel.

“Uh- the sex hair?”

Your hands shot up to comb your fingers through your hair.

“This isn’t sex hair..” You lied, putting on a I’m so offended face.

“Really?” he smirked, “You didn’t bring anyone home last night?”

You shook your head.

“Because, uh, you know we’re not really supposed to bring anyone back here to the bunker…” Dean trailed off as he watched you suspiciously.

You set your coffee cup down and sighed.

“Dean, I didn’t bring anyone home-” you held up your pinky- “pinky swear.”

Dean rolled his eyes at you, “I’m not touchin that hand I don’t know where it’s been!”

“Dean, dammit I’m telling you the truth!” And you were, technically. Castiel was already there, he didn’t come home with you.

As Dean opened his mouth to say something else, Cas walked into the kitchen and sat down in the seat right next to yours.

“Hey Cas.” he mumbled.

“Hello Dean.” Cas replied as he rubbed his thigh against yours, your eyes widening as you took a sip of your coffee, trying to ignore Dean’s gaze.

Dean was looking back and forth between you and Castiel for a moment. Taking in the silent exchange between the two of you; when he noticed Cas’ shirt was misbuttoned. Then it clicked.

“Cas? Really Y/N?” He was clearly surprised.

You threw your head back in defeat, thinking that maybe you should deny it, but Dean wasn’t going to shut up about it until you admitted it.

“Fine, yes Dean. Cas.” you spat out, annoyed that Dean had to be in your business all the time.

“What’s going on with you two?” Cas asked, his eyes squinted as he looked at you.

You and Dean responded with a simultaneous nothing, as you crossed your arms before leaning into Cas and planting a kiss on his lips. When you pulled away, Dean was wearing his best ew, gross face and you smirked.

“Is this because of you and me?” Castiel asked you.

You nodded, “Apparently everything-or, everyone I do is Dean’s business.”

“Damn right it’s my business.” Dean barked.

“Dean, give her some space.” Sam said as he walked in.

“You knew about this?” Dean questioned him.

“Well, yeah, have you not seen the way they’ve been around each other for the last few weeks?”

Dean didn’t want to accept it, his baby sister and his best friend. You rolled your eyes as you looked at his face. You’d had boyfriends before. This is one was just, an angel. That you knew really well.

You had to break this deathly awkward silence.

“Okay, I’m gonna take a shower.” you said as you got up to leave the room.

“You better!” Dean shouted after you.

This was going to take some getting used to.

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You Are Not My Mother Part 2

Part 1
Warnings: Angst, Mentions of past torture
Summary: Sam and Dean’s younger sister caught Mary working with the BMoL and left to protect the Colt and her family. How will the Winchesters and Cas react when they see that she’s gone?
Word Count: 1946 (It’s a little longer than the first part)
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     Cas walked to the library after stopping in front of Y/N’s door. She asked to be left alone so Cas respected that. He saw Sam and Dean sitting at one of the tables with drinks in their hands.
“Hey, Cas.” Dean called. “Where’s Y/N?”
“Her room.” He answered. “She said she wanted to be left alone.”
Sam looked at the angel. “Did something happen on the way back?”
“No.” Castiel lied. “She said she was tired.”
“I guess we’ll see her in the morning.” Dean said.
     Moments later Mary walked in and sat down next to Dean.
She looked around. “Where’s Y/N?”
“She went to bed.” Sam informed her. “Cas said she was tired.”
“Oh.” Mary whispered. “I was going to talk to her.”
“You’ll have to wait until morning.” Sam laughed.
“She sleeps like a rock.” Dean added.
     About an hour later they went their separate ways and headed to bed.
      The next morning Dean walked down to his sister’s room to get her up for breakfast. He knocked on the door and didn’t hear a response. He opened the door and walked in to see her bed empty. He looked around and noticed the dresser drawers were mostly empty and her weapons bag was missing from the closet. He was about to yell for Sam when he saw folded pieces of paper resting on the pillow. There was one for him, Sam, Cas, and Mary. He grabbed his letter and eased onto the edge of the bed.

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If you have any fics of your own or know of one you want to share, please tag me in them! I’ll love to read them. You’ll know that I’ve read it or gotten your tag if I like it. (:

PSA: I will not be adding fics onto the list that are pure smut. If it is hinted at, then that it is okay, and if it is in a series works I will just skip that chapter.

Originally posted by timetraveldean

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