conversations with jo

Backup Dancer

Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 1950ish

Warnings: Cursing kinda a lot

Summary: You’re one of the backup dancers for Zendaya’s Lip Sync Battle. While backstage, you run into the enemy.

A/N: STILL NOT OVER IT  (btw idek how the building goes but don’t worry about it)

Originally posted by hollandoakes

Reader’s POV

Shit, shit, and double shit.

You were running late. You don’t even know how late. All you know is that you forgot to set your alarm last night and woke up naturally thirty minutes later than you were supposed to. And the cherry on top, you almost forgot your costume bag in your apartment, adding another seven minutes to being late.

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Hell on Earth: To be True (Part 3)

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester, Ellen, Jo, Bobby, Charlie, Kevin, Castiel 

Length: 918+ words

TW: Mentions of Torture, Rape, Child Abuse, Child Soldiers, Etc.

A/N: Short chapter, but this is just a filler, but IMPORTANT (ish) chapter. it’ll get all fluff from here on! The angst has finally come to an end with his chapter (sorta). 

Catch up on the Hell on Earth Series HERE

When Thanksgiving weekend came, Y/N was more than nervous to meet new people. She could barely handle being in presence of Sam and Dean, so she didn’t know how she could handle seeing everyone else. Fortunately, they didn’t say much. They introduced themselves to her with curious eyes, and she smiled politely at them, not knowing what to say. The voice in her brain telling her that they hated her, they were going to hurt her, and that she didn’t deserve such attention.

“Have you two been feeding Y/N?” Ellen asked the boys.

“Of course, but she still won’t eat more than a few bites,” Sam explained.

She frowned.

“Why? What’s wrong?” Dean asked, concern evident all over his face.

“She hasn’t had her period… Ever.”

The boys looked taken aback by the information. They weren’t the most informed when it came to the topic of menstrual cycles, but even they knew that it couldn’t be good.

“That only happens when the female body is well malnourished- now I would understand that when she was living with those demons, but I think maybe you guys should take her to the hospital. We don’t know what other damages have been done to her body under those conditions.”

They nodded in agreement, glancing at the girl Jo was talking to. She had her arms wrapped around herself, eyes glued to her lap, and her teeth gnawing on her bottom lip. They were about to save her from the conversation when Jo threw a cup at her face. Y/N put her arms up in defence, the liquid burning her skin. She didn’t know why the liquid burnt her as she screamed in pain.

“She’s a demon!” Jo growled, taking out her gun, and pointing it to her. Suddenly, the room of hunters took out their weapon, and having it trained on the poor girl. She looked around helplessly, making eye contact with the brothers. They hadn’t raised their weapon, but their pose was guarded.

“Hey, c’mon,” Sam started, putting both his hands in the air. “Put down your guns, guys. She’s-“

“A demon,” Jo finished. “Don’t you think it was a little suspicious that Crowley brought her to you guys? Since when had he been considerate of anyone, but himself? She’s probably just his whore-“

“Alright, we’ll put a demon trap, and call for Cas,” Dean said as he positioned himself in front of the trembling girl, lowering himself to his knees. “Okay, sweetheart. Sam and I are going to take care of this, okay?”

She nodded, believing his words. The brothers have time and time proved themselves to be trusted. Jo drew the symbol on the ground, and Dean lead her to the middle of the markings, his hands moving up and down her back comfortingly. She gripped on his forearm when he was about to take a step back, her eyes pleading for him to stay.

“Dean,” Bobby’s voice came as a warning, and the green-eyed hunter gave an apologetic look before moving from the demon trap.

A fluttering of wings broke the silence. “Dean, you prayed for me?”

“Yea. We need to know if Y/N is human or a demon,” Dean said. Cas was about to ask further questions, but was interrupted by the hunter again. “We’ll explain later, just do your thing, Cas.”

Castiel took a few strides, and lifted his finger to her forehead. She visibly flinched, but he soothed her with his grace. Once he made contact, he examined her mind, healing a few minor internal physical injury from the abuse. Finally, after what felt like hours, but in reality was only a few seconds, he retreated his hand, taking the warmth he provided through his grace with him. “She’s human,” Castiel confirmed. “But it seems there is a small part of a demon possessing her. I’ve only seen these in a particular case of-“

“Child soldiers,” Sam finished.

Castiel nodded. “It’s an easy exorcism. I can do it now.”

“Do it,” Dean said with a nod.

“It won’t hurt,” Castiel said, in attempts to comfort the girl. She nodded, and he muttered a few Latin words under his breath.

Y/N felt something poking her brain, and then a jolt of electricity running on one side of her brain. A searing pain came next, the insides of her head felt like it was on fire, the back of her eyes burning making her see white. “D-Dean! Sa-Sam!” she instinctively called for the brothers before a whimper escaped her lips. She heard muffled yells of the brothers through the loud pounding of her heart.

Just like that it was over.

Her body crumpled to the ground, her heart was racing as if she just finished a marathon, and her body ached with exhaustion. Dean’s hands were all over her in an instant, making sure there were no physical injuries to the exorcism.

“Sweetheart, say something. Are you okay? C’mon.” Dean put a gentle hand on her cheek, his green eyes fluttering to connect with hers. “Say something.”

“Dean,” she whispered, forcing the words out of her mouth.

Dean sighed a breath of relief, smiling. “There you are. How do you feel?”

“Tired,” she answered sleepily.

He nodded. “Go sleep, sweetheart. I got you.” He lifted her up into his arms, and walked past the people around him, making his way to her room, and setting her on her bed. “I got you,” he repeated before leaning down to kiss her forehead.

(Part 4) 

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Always happy to bleed for the Winchesters

There are many things to talk about in 12x14, so of course I’m choosing to start from the things that were not in the episode, namely Cas and Crowley, as you do. I’m kidding, this is actually about the Alpha vampire and the British Men of Letters. And Cas and Crowley. And everyone else.

Something that got my attention about 12x14 was the season 7 feels. Actually, all of season 12 hasn’t been scarce in its season 7 callbacks and references, especially in regards to Cas, but The Raid in particular had some interesting bits. @charlie-minion in this post has pointed out the parallel between Dean’s softened attitude towards Mary at the end of the episode with Dean’s attitude towards Cas in 7x01 when his body starts to drastically fail under the pressure of the Leviathan. Several people have also pointed out the parallel between Dean’s conversation with Jo in 7x04 (Hunters are never kids. I never was) and Dean’s line I never was when Mary tells him he’s not a child. And of course there was the Alpha vampire, whom we’d last seen in 7x22.

Now: why bringing back the Alpha vampire? Well, other than plot reasons (someone they’d need to use the Colt to kill) and extradiegetic reasons (the dangling thread of the Alpha vampire’s promise to “see you”), I think there are other subtextual/structural reasons. Partly related to the character’s role ins season 6 (the parallels between Samuel, Crowley, Cas, Mary, the British Men of Letters…) and partly, I suspect, related to the Alpha vampire’s role in the final portion of season 7.

My question is: can we see the British Men of Letters as a Leviathan parallel, and the process of taking the BMoL down as a parallel to the spell to send the Leviathan back to Purgatory?

The British Men of Letters don’t really seem to have much in common with the Leviathan in terms of goals and motivations, but if we look closely there are some things they kind of have in common. The professionalism in their organization, for instance; the Leviathan were different from regular monsters because they organized as a corporation, the BMoL are different than hunters because of their organization as some kind of corporation, too. There are some kind of territorial issues regarding the United States; the Leviathan’s plans were to subdue the human population of the United States (the demons could have Canada) and once the US were done, they could extend to other countries, the BMoL’s current plans are to eliminate monsters from the territory of the United States, and I guess that their intention is to do the same with other countries with “monster problems”.

There are also things that ping my radar like the fact that the tablets arc started in regards of the Leviathan, and Metatron was introduced, although only mentioned, in 7x21, and now the BMoL seem to have assumed the “meta” role of Metatron in the narrative, their reports and communications thus working as an equivalent of the tablets.

Speaking of the tablets - the Alpha vampire’s role in 7x22 is exactly connected to the instructions on the Leviathan tablet. 7x21 Reading Is Fundamental, 7x22 There Will Be Blood and 7x23 Survival Of The Fittest all feature the research for the way to get rid of the Leviathan; in 7x21, Kevin translates the Leviathan tablet:

Cut off the head, and the body will founder. Waste not thy time nor your breath upon the Leviathan herd. Point thy blade at the heart of their master, for from him springs all their messages. Leviathan cannot be slain but by a bone of a righteous mortal, as light and good as the Leviathan are hungry and dark, washed in the three blood of the fallen: a fallen angel, the ruler of the fallen humanity, and a father of fallen beasts.

One of the most interesting characteristics of the Leviathan is that the Leviathan - despite being referred to as a “they” as plural - is an actually one monster composed of different parts. That’s why hitting Dick Roman sent all the rest to Purgatory along with him - technically, Dick wasn’t one Leviathan among others, but he was the head, the most important part of the Leviathan as a whole.

I am wondering if season 12 is going to frame the “old men” in charge of the British Men of Letters as some kind of narrative equivalent of Dick Roman, minus the dick jokes (Mr Ketch seems to cover the homoerotic part efficiently…).

I am also wondering whether the “seduction” Ketch is operating (relatively successfully on Mary, not on Dean) could be paralleled to the effect of the Leviathan’s corn syrup, in a way - making the hunters docile and useful to the BMoL’s ends, via manipulation instead of chemicals.

Basically, a whole “reverse Leviathan” situation, with an organization of humans trying to eliminate monsters instead of an organization of monsters trying to make humans into food, and so on - so, why not a “reverse Leviathan tablet” situation, where the creatures involved in the spell to take the Leviathan down are victims of the BMoL instead of contributing to defeat the Leviathan?

So let’s get back to the Leviathan tablet, the Alpha vampire, and the rest.

The spell inscribed on the tablet requires the bone of a righteous human coated in the blood of a fallen angel, the king of hell, and an alpha monster. The events of collecting the bloods does not really follow that order (Cas is the first - in an episode that emphasized how the angels see Cas’ relationship with Dean as something that has corrupted him… anyway. um. let’s not digress - then the Alpha vampire also gives them his blood, then it’s Crowley’s turn) but the tablet itself gives us this specific order: bone of righteous human plus blood of fallen angel, king of hell, alpha monster.

Now, let’s put the bone of sister Mary Constant aside for a moment and focus on the creatures that give their blood for the spell: Castiel, Crowley, and the Alpha Vampire.

Basically: the last time we saw the Alpha vampire he was part of a “trio” along with Crowley and Cas. What if again he’s part of a “trio” in the narrative along with Crowley and Cas? More specifically, people who’ll get in trouble because of the British Men of Letters? And maybe, that Sam/Mary/some combination of characters will have to consider killing because of the British Men of Letters?

Let’s make a “you’re living my life in reverse” mental experiment and reverse the order on the Leviathan tablet. Alpha vampire, Crowley and Castiel.

The Alpha vampire comes first. In 12x14, he shows up, to fight against the British Men of Letters. Sam, though, sides with the BMoL, and kills him.

It’s not a difficult choice for Sam. The Alpha vampire is a monster, he’s killed many people, turned many people into monsters, and now he kills people who were in the BMoL base to do their job and didn’t have blood on their own hands. Sam allies with Mick, and the Alpha vampire dies.

What if the next big choices Sam (and Mary, and Dean, and everyone) has to make regard Crowley and Cas?

I mean, it’s pretty obvious that the whole “let’s get rid of all the monsters!!” attitude at some point will have to clash with the fact that some monsters are not evil and in fact some are family. But I expect, in particular, a progression that goes from the Alpha vampire to Crowley and Cas.

I mean, many people have been talking about this kind of issue in relation to Cas, but there also Crowley to put in the picture. Because, while Cas is seen as family by both Sam and Dean (and seemingly Mary, although of course she could rationalize eliminating Cas for the greater good) but Crowley does not possess the same status for the Winchesters. So, I can see Dean and Sam defending Cas from Mary and the rest, but can you see Dean and Sam defending Crowley?

Mary has made it clear what her perception of Crowley is - touch me and I’ll kill you - and Sam, while seemingly more chill around Crowley, does not like him any more. I can see a conflict among the Winchesters arising where Crowley is concerned. Dean, as much as he acts like he doesn’t care, does care for Crowley. It’s super complicated, it’s layered in layers of guilt and shame, but Dean has shared something with Crowley and Crowley does have a place in Dean’s virtual family table. (Maybe neither of them really realize it, definitely not Crowley, so I can see a storyline where things get clear for everyone involved.)

Sam has never tried to hide his feelings of aversion for Crowley. He’s worked with him when needed, but he’s never shared moments with Crowley except the one in the church, that was totally one-sided from Crowley’s side. Sam has acted chill towards Crowley lately because of the various circumstances they’ve been in, but Sam has never really stopped hating Crowley, hasn’t he? He’s never forgotten Crowley for the various things he blames him for (some of which definitely understandable…), including trying to steal Dean from him.

If Sam were in the circumstance of having to kill Crowley, I am sure that he would do it without really hesitating - I don’t think his feelings for Crowley have really changed since the time he used Rowena’s demon-killing instrument to try and kill him, especially if killing Crowley were presented to him as something rationally justified. Dean and Cas, on the other hand - I doubt either of them would willingly kill Crowley.

So I expect the story to go towards a place where Crowley and Cas find themselves in some sort of similar situation to the Alpha vampire - of course, in the case of the Alpha vampire the situation was completely different, because he was indeed a monster and choosing to kill him instead of letting him kill Mick was an easy decision. But if Crowley and Cas gets targeted by the British Men of Letters, if it’s decided that the Colt will have to be used against them, who will make which decision?

A reversal of “always happy to bleed for the Winchesters”, maybe? With the Winchesters sacrificing something/themselves (not necessarily lethally) for Crowley and/or Cas?

-So, Gunther, it looks like you and your brother simply will not stay your asses at home lately, and I keep finding your homework in the litterboxes. You two better keep your grades up because I have made important cat adoption plans for the minute you leave for college!

-Aw dad, pretending to be a responsible father is cute but you can relax, we’re definitely gonna study today! I mean it’s Sunday morning, what else are we gonna do? Hit the clubs?

We arrive at the Lulu Lounge! Loving that red carpet, Jojo this is the place for you.

-Ugh I know, I feel so at home.

Well you do look great, especially next to our car!

Do you guys remember Komei’s boxing thing that he has thankfully stopped doing? I think that apart from the jaw, Jojo has also inherited those faulty genetics, because all he wants to do at any given moment is play this stupid punching game. Not only is it annoying as fuck but pretty disturbing as well. I’m talking Anastasia Steele teas.

-Punch me Gunther! Punch me like you mean it!

Ugh freak. Time to hit something else.. the dancefloor!

Panic! At The Disco.


Thank god the tension is quickly overcome with some inappropriate brotherly dancing!

-Nice, now knee me in the testicles, Gunther!

JFC. Jojo really, I’m not judging, but this is a legacy not the fucking Story of O. Let’s at least find someone who is not a blood relation to beat you up? 

Like blondie here, look he’s cute and he wants to dance with you!

-UGH gross, not only is he age appropriate but I don’t even see a ring on that finger! Hard pass. OMG. IT’S HIM. HE’S HERE.

What? No, that’s impossible, there is no fucking way-


-Sunday morning, time to cut loose, am I right?


………………………………….fucking jfc I’m so done. Jojo I hate you.

-Well well well… Following me now, Stephen? Oh how the tables have turned..

-What? Do I know you?

-Haha that’s funny. So this is how you wanna play this then? Alright. Yes, I am a complete stranger..

-Oh wait, you’re that legacy freak that keeps spying on my family, aren’t you?

-That’s right I am. Does that turn you on?


-You can stop playing hard to get, you have me already..


-Well he can say what he wants but he did buy me a drink..


-I fail to see the difference. 

OF COURSE YOU DO. Let’s gtfo before you get arrested.

We go to Rodney’s Hideout to literally hide out. Gunther runs into Ruskie and things immediately escalate..

..while Jojo finally has one solitary bolt with someone and it’s Craig here, who is very cute and also..

A NERD. We have struck gold! Jojo don’t fuck this up istg.

-I can’t believe I’m saying this to someone who is not my mother but.. I don’t hate you.

-Oh my!

The very definition of different speeds. But it doesn’t matter, we’re getting there, just keep up the non disturbing conversation about hats, Jo!

-So you see, Craig, just as Napoleon thought the battle was his, he sees a sea of Prussian spiked helmets, or pickelhaubes, approaching-

-Actually, the Prussian military did not adopt the pickelhaube until 1842, it’s a common misconception aided by representations of the battle of Waterloo in modern media..

Oh dear god we’re gonna be here all night.

Even Mrs Crumplebottom doesn’t care enough to interrupt this lameness. 

-I don’t know when I’ll be able to go on a date with you, Craig, as I don’t subscribe to the arbitrary concept of ‘time’.. 

Ok you know what, NO. Get up.

There we fucking go. WAS THAT SO HARD

-You are pretty attractive even though your clothes are. ridiculous.

LMAO take a look in the mirror lately Jo? Whatever, Craig likes you for some unfathomable reason so let’s do this already.

If you’re wondering what Gunther was doing during this time, it was watching his harem smustle. He had 2 bolts with Ivy but Ruskie wouldn’t gtfo so we’re getting to Ivy later. As if we’d let her escape!

Busting a move worked like a charm on Craig, legit god knows why. Craig you’re a fucking weirdo. 

-I can’t help it, he looks so cool!

Is cool the right word for it? Is it really?


-Honestly, my dear, far be it from me to criticize my mother in any way, but I really don’t know what she was thinking marrying Komei!

Yea let us guess who you would prefer she marry instead.. Gee that’s a tough one.

Yes, there we go, we’re so close Jojo! Please don’t say anything creepy and scare him away, please ❤ Who knows how long it will be till we find someone else who likes you, probably never LETS BE REAL

-I really wasn’t expecting this to happen with someone so unmarried and so not middle-aged such as yourself.. And dressed in this delinquent manner.. I mean are you wearing an actual necklace, good lord.. Now that I think about it this may have been a mistake..


YAAAAS. I forgot to turn the special camera off like a moron but whatever! Get it Jo, fucking finally. 

AW. Fuck Jojo looking rough in this pic, can’t believe Craig went for you tbh. THANK YOUR LUCKY STARS

As soon as the first kiss is over this is what Craig hits us with:

Very promising. Jfc Jojo wtf did you do to him?

-NOTHING! I was a perfect gentleman, I even whispered in his ear that I’ll see him again when he’s married!

Oh yea, that’s what everyone wants to hear! Whatever, our work here is done, let’s go home. Gunther is so tired from being a slut he’s ready to pass out.





I wanna grab both your shoulders and shake,                                               baby, snap out of it,
I get the feeling I left it too late, but baby,
snap out of it,
if that watch don’t continue to swing                                                                   or the fat lady fancies having a sing,                                                                 I’ll be here waiting ever so patiently for you to                                               snap. out. of. it. ♪ 

Soundtrack of Us (Part Four) - Dive

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Word Count: 2500+

Pairing: AU!Dean x musician!reader

Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam, Ellen & Jo Harvelle, Castiel, Russell (OC), Dan (OC)

Warnings: Character Death (not main), DUI, angst, language

Summary: Y/N is a local artist with standing gigs at a coffee shop and a bar in a small town in North Carolina. She’s run from some things at home, but life has finally fallen into place in Asheville. Music is her life and her only worry in life, until she meets a pair of hypnotizing green eyes.

Author’s Note: Sorry it took me so long to post this! I am also working on the next couple parts, but honestly this story was very loosely planned haha. Anyways, is anyone else obsessed with Divide??? I heard this song and immediately wanted to add it to SoU! without further ado, here’s this rollercoaster of a chapter!

Song is Dive by Ed Sheeran. Lyrics are bold and italicized, flashback italicized.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

“I will never forgive myself,” you wept.

“But you should,” Dan interrupted, “This isn’t your fault. This is because Russell is a careless idiot. Your heart is broken too and you aren’t out here trying to kill yourself.” You could tell that Dan was furious with his barely breathing brother.

“Please don’t beat yourself up, Y/N. I know I can’t make you see it, but this was not because of you. Russell was just in such a dark place. Nobody could’ve known this would happen, I don’t even think he was trying to kill himself.”

You tried to accept that. You tried to remember the smile that sent your heart into the sky. You tried to picture the way his eyes sparkled when he would laugh at your dumb jokes or embarrassing blunders. You glanced down at your left hand and let out a tear at the sight of your bare ring finger with a tan line running through it. You loved him, but you knew you had to let go and this time for good. This would always be on your shoulders, but for now, you needed Russell to be able to find peace. The peace that you knew you’d never find.

You left the room to Dan so he could say his goodbye.

“Y/N, sweetheart, you okay?” Dean awakened you from your silent trance. You were sitting in the passenger side of his bench-seated muscle car, surrounded by the smell of leather and the sounds of Led Zeppelin. Dean and yourself were heading back to your apartment after the two of you had a long and exciting day. It had been a couple weeks, almost a month that Dean Winchester became a part of your life now.

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Something About Us
Daft Punk

“If there's anyone here who knows of a reason these two should not to be joined,speak now or forever hold your peace”

SOUYO WEEK - Day : Confession / Rejection

Arrives 2 months late with this. midly inspired by this fic , sad music and twitter conversations with Jo

College Roommate A/U (Part 1)


Pairing: DeanxReader

You thanked the taxi driver before they drove off and let out a nervous sigh as you turned around, facing the college you would be attending for the year.

Kansas University.

Taking a deep breath, hoping to calm yourself down, you hauled your three bags with you into the building.

You entered, nearly running into someone once you stepped in, due to how crowded it was inside.

People were moving everywhere, some moving confidently as if they knew the place like the back of their hand, and some still finding their way through the place.

It wasn’t hard to find the directory to find out where the girls dorm was, so you followed the directions passing a staircase which led up to the boys dormitories and continued forward easily finding the girls dorms.

As you moved down the hall you passed each room counting the numbers but hadn’t found 26B, your room.

You were about to head back and ask for help but bumped into someone as you turned around.

“I’m sorry,” you quickly apologized looking to see who you had run into.

In front of you was a short red-head who seemed unfazed by the small incident.

“It’s no biggie,” she replied brushing it off, “must’ve happened twenty times with so many people around.”

You smiled with relief, nodding in agreement.

“I’m Charlie, Charlie Bradbury.” she introduced with a smile of her own.

“Y/N.” You replied with a polite nod.

“Well, Y/N, are you lost? Need any help finding your way around?”

“Is it that obvious?” you asked with a nervous laugh.

“Nah, I just thought, since I’ve never sen you around here before.” she paused looking down at the bags you were holding. “Do you need any help with those?” she offered.

“If it wouldn’t be a bother.” you replied hoping you didn’t sound to needy.

“It’s no problem, you just looked a bit tired there.”

“Yeah,” you replied not bothering to disagree. “didn’t get much sleep in the cab, plus I haven’t found my room yet.”

Charlie opened her mouth to reply but a shout was heard down the hall, “Charles!”

You looked behind Charlie to see a blonde heading your direction.

“Hey, Jo.” Charlie greeted with a small wave.

“Hey, who’s this?” the blonde, apparently named Jo, referring to you.

“Jo, meet Y/N. Y/N meet Jo.” Charlie briefly introduced motioning to each of you in turn.

“Nice to meet you,” Jo extended her arm for a handshake and you returned it glad to meet another colleague.

“Y/N here is a little lost,” Charlie continued, picking up from your last conversation.

“Is that so?” Jo asked looking back to Charlie, then you, “so where you headed Y/N/N.”

“Room 26B,” you replied, before realizing she called you by a different name. “who’s Y/N/N?” you asked wondering if she got yours wrong, or confused with someone else’s.

“It’s your nickname,” she explained with a proud smile, “do you like it?”

You stood thinking for a moment before nodding, “Yeah it… fits.”

Your reply seemed to satisfy Jo and Charlie rolled her eyes, “She has a knack for making nicknamed for everyone.”

“Oh come on Charles, you love em’”

Charlie snorted before turning back to you, “Anyway, you said you were looking for 26B?”


“That’s weird,”

“What’s weird?” you asked hoping there wasn’t anything wrong.

“It’s just, your room is in the boys area.” she continued with a confused expression.

“The boys area?” you repeated hoping you heard wrong.

“Oh man, you are so lucky.” Jo cut in looking at you with a smirk.

“I wouldn’t really say lucky.” You added not as exstatic about the idea.

“How are you not excited? I mean, you get a sneak peek at the guys at K.U this year.” she continued in attempt to convince you.

“Well, I’m just not the type to have a male roommate.”

“Wait.” Charlie cut in holding up a hand, “Are you, attracted to the opposite gender?” she asked slowly.

You stood confused before catching on to what she meant, “Oh, yeah, yeah, definitely. I just don’t feel comfortable sleeping in the same place with a guy I don’t even know. you explained quickly.

"Oh, ok,” Charlie nodded, “but if you ever change your mind.” she added with a wink.

“Cut it out Charlie,” Jo said punching her lightly on the shoulder.

You laughed shaking your head, “It’s fine, I’m flattered really.” You all laughed over this until Jo realized you still hadn’t gotten to your room yet. “Hey, come on, let’s go see your room.”

“You just want to see the boys don’t you?” Charlie asked helping you pick up one of your bags.

“Yeah, I do.” Jo replied nonchalantly, leading the way. You and Charlie laughed following her up the stairs reaching the boy’s hall quickly, As you walked down the hall, you ignored the stares and whistles from the guys lingering outside their rooms.

“Alright 26B,” Jo announced stopping at a closed door, loud music playing from the inside.

“Looks like your roommate’s already moved in,” Charlie observed.

“I guess so,” you added setting your bags down beside the door.

“Well, it was nice meeting you Y/N,” Charlie said with a smile.

“Yeah, you guys too. Thanks a lot for your help, both of you.”

“No problemo, anything for a friend,” Jo replied with a nod. You smiled at her referencing to you as a friend, glad to have met two nice people on your first day. You waved goodbye to them as they left, then turned back to your door recognizing the music inside as Metallica.

“At least they’ve got good taste in music."you mumbled, before opening the door and entering your room.

Esse livro aqui? Ele é muito bom, sério mesmo. Romance policial ambientado na Coréia uns 30 anos atrás. É muito surpreendente os desenrolamentos e, deixa eu te contar, você vai ficar surpresx com quem é o assassino. Realmente, se eu fosse você, comprava um.

Imagine Dean teaching you how to play pool

Originally posted by dean-winchester-crush

Summary: You work at the roadhouse, and are consistently flustered whenever Dean comes around. When Dean realizes you don’t know how to play pool, he takes upon himself to teach you. With strings attached, of course…

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,000

Warnings: mild awkwardness and embarrassment

This is for the lovely @summer-binging-spn! Sorry it took so long, and I really hope I did your idea justice!

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Then what’s stopping you? If you really want to know.

See You Again Part 2

Title: See You Again Part 2

part one part three  part four

Pairing/Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean, Bobby (eventually), Ellen, Jo

Summary: After Sam unexpectedly stormed out of college to find his father, he had forgotten to keep your promise. As the two of you met again in an extremely unpredictable circumstance nearly a year later, secrets unleashed.

Warnings: arguing Winchesters, super angsty conversations, super awkward tension with Sammy, a sad Sam.

Author’s Note: 20 notes for part three! If there are any errors, let ya girl know please!

Flashbacks are in italics

Word Count: 2800

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

Part 1 excerpt… 

“I-I’m afraid of clowns. It’s lame, really. I have hated them ever since I was a child. Really, my brother used to say that I would scream every time we passed a McDonald’s. But who can blame me? I mean, hell, Ronald McDonald is freaky looking.” Sam rambled after a minute or two of comfortable silence. 

“So, what is the case about?” Sam questioned.

“Killer clowns.” I replied.

Sam gulped, awkwardly re-situated himself in his seat, and called Dean over to inform him.


Your name: submit What is this?

Present Day

I inwardly groaned as I sat with my knees to my chest in the back seat of the eldest Winchester’s minivan. As Dean drove, he repeatedly told me his beautiful car was not in a functioning state and that he swore the van wasn’t his. 

The minivan wasn’t what was bothering me, though. It was the fact that my mother wouldn’t let me take the case alone. She forced the two brothers to go with me and I swear she only did it to spite me. But then again, she doesn’t know that I am trying my hardest not to cave into the man that had left me with no warning. 

As the two men went over the case and argued, I angrily sat in the back, listening.

“You were awfully quick to jump on this job.” Dean said to his brother.

“So?” Sam responded as he averted his eyes to the map displayed in his lap.

“It’s just… not like you, that’s all. I thought you were hell-bent for leather on the demon hunt.” Dean replied with a frown that I could see clearly from the mirror.

“I don’t know. I just think- this job, it’s what dad would’ve wanted us to do.” Sam nonchalantly mumbled.

“What dad would have wanted?” Dean laughed.

“Stop.” I whispered at the two men, not able to take much more of the arguing and the whole “you never cared for dad.” It reminded of the conversations I’ve had with Jo too much. I couldn’t handle it. 

Dean looked at me through the mirror, a frown on his face. He apologized and tried to spark up a new conversation.

“Well (Y/N), were you and Sammy a thing, or what?” He asked with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes and slumped in my seat. Sam cleared his throat and looked out of the window. With a forced and bitter laugh, I urged Sam to tell his brother what we were.

Sam explained. He told his brother how we met, how we fell in love, even how we lived together. He shared the fact that we were together for nearly two years before he left to be with Dean and how he didn’t even say goodbye to me when he did so.

“You’re forgetting something.” I whispered as he finished our story.

He turned to face me with a sigh before adding, “I didn’t forget that I made a promise to never leave you. I broke the promise and for that, I’m sorry. I can make it up to you, (Y/N).”

I felt my walls caving in as his eyes stayed locked with mine. With glossed over eyes, I looked away. Sam stayed with his body facing me for a few seconds before shamefully shaking his head and turning around.

“Well, don’t we just love the chick flicks.” Dean grumbled as sped through a red light.

I tried falling asleep to get rid of my nauseous stomach and after thirty minutes of trying to find a comfortable position, I had found myself dozing off. 


April 3rd, 2005

“Sammy!” I yelled and jumped into his arms. 

He nearly lost his balance before wrapping his arms around my waist. With a light chuckle, he pulled away.

“Let me take a good look at you.” He smiled.

I shrugged my shoulders as my cheeks reddened. Him looking at my entire body had taken it’s toll on me, that’s for sure. 

“You look great, as usual.” Sam confirmed with a smile. 

I laughed as my cheeks warmed even more, the rising heat making my head spin. I grabbed his suitcase from him and walked it into our room. He followed behind me and I could tell he was checking me out, I just smirked and ignored it.

“How was it?” I asked.

Sam sighed. “It was hard on me. But it was nice to bring flowers to her grave and just see my home town.” 

I frowned as I watched him play with his fingers, frowning. I put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him into a hug. 

“Did you see your dad? Your brother?” I asked. He nodded in reply.

I knew about his brother and his dad. Well, I knew how he’d left his broken home, how he practically ran from the family business. Sam always had a loss of words whenever I would ask him what the business was. But I understood because I didn’t want him to know about my past, either. So I didn’t push him.

Instead, I held his face in my hands and smiled up at him. He gave me a small, saddened smile as he placed his hands over mine. 

“Well, you’re not in Kansas anymore, Sammy. You’re with me, in California. Let’s enjoy it.” I grinned and leaned in to him. 

Sam pressed his lips onto mine and I instantly melted at the touch. He snaked one hand around to hold the back of my head as the other slid down to caress my back. 

“And I wouldn’t have it any other way, baby.” He whispered as he pulled away.


Present Day

As I awoke, I rolled my eyes at my stupidity. I don’t understand how I could’ve been so dumb. I mean, all of the signs were there. 

The easiest friggin’ sign; family business. Everyone trained into hunting knew it as the family business

How did I not get that? I don’t know. Also, the fact that he is a Winchester. While in a relationship with Sam in college, John didn’t even pop up into my thoughts. They seemed so different, I didn’t realize that he could’ve been his father until my mom had brought it up. That’s when it dawned on me. 

I guess we were just so in love, we didn’t care about anything else. I wish I could say that was still true to this day.


Later That Day…

Pulling up outside of the carnival, Sam instantly tensed. It was hard to keep myself from comforting him, but I worked up the strength to hold it in.

We walked over to a man in sunglasses, throwing knives at a target. Dean cleared his throat.

“Excuse me, we’re looking for a Mr. Cooper, have you see him around?” He asked the man.

The man growled, “what is that? Some kind of joke?” He pulled off his sunglasses to reveal that he was blind.

I stared at Sam and stifled a laugh. Sam bit his lip and held in a laugh as well, his happiness reaching his eyes for the first time all day.

Dean’s cheeks heated up as he apologized quickly, shaking his head at his mistake. Suddenly, everyone was picking on Dean. Sam and I watched as people at the carnival accused Dean of every possible mistake he made.

Eventually, we found our way to Mr. Cooper and got ourselves some jobs. We all landed janitorial jobs, picking up trash around the carnival. After finding our way into the Funhouse, we finally found a lead. A little girl was trying to show her parents a clown, but no clown was in sight. So we followed the family and now here we are, outside of their house, waiting for something to happen.

My eyes slowly started to droop as we quietly sat, the boys too concentrated on the case to speak. I glanced over at Sam to see him intently staring at the house.

“Let’s go.” He mumbled as the little girl led the clown inside.

I nodded and followed Sam and Dean. When we entered, the little girl was speaking to the clown.

“Wanna see my mommy and daddy? They’re upstairs.” She told it.

Sam jumped to grab the little girl, who screamed and cried for him to let go as he did. Dean shot the clown directly in it’s chest, causing it to fall over. As Dean cocked the gun, the clown leaped out of the window and turned invisible as it ran.

We rushed out of the door as quick as we could and sped away. After a little bit of driving, Dean pulled over and removed everything of his, knowing they’d gotten the license plates.

“I hated this friggin’ thing anyway.” Dean grumbled as he started walking away from the van.

As the three of us walked down the road, we tried thinking of what the clown could be if it wasn’t a spirit. As I looked through books that Sam had brought with, the two men followed behind me and whispered to each other.

“Dean, I don’t care how you deal with this. But you have to deal with it, man. Listen, I’m your brother, alright? I just want to make sure you’re okay.” Sam said to his brother.

Dean groaned. “Dude, I’m okay. I’m okay, okay?” He exasperatedly shook his head and exhaled a deep breath. “I swear, the next person who asks me if I’m okay, I’m gonna start throwin’ punches. These are your issues, quit dumpin’ them on me!” He growled.

Sam frowned at his brother, “what are you talking about?”

Dean stopped again. “I just think it’s really interesting, this sudden obedience you have to dad. It’s like, oh, what would dad want me to do?” He groaned. “Sam, you spent your entire life slugging it out with that man! I mean, hell, you-you picked a fight with him the last time you ever saw him! And now that he’s dead, now you want to make it right? Well, I’m sorry Sam, but you can’t, it’s too little, too late.”

Sam, taken aback, questioned his brother. “Why are you saying this to me?”

“Because I want you to be honest with yourself about this! I’m dealing with dad’s death, are you?” Dean growled and began to walk away, leaving Sam and I to stand with gaping mouths.

“I-I’m going to call Ellen.” He sighed and started to dial my mother. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched Dean storm away with Sam chasing after him. I stormed after Sam and grabbed his jacket sleeve, tugging him back. He turned to me with pain in his eyes. “Okay, Ellen. Yeah, (Y/N) is alright. Thank you. Good bye.” Sam said and ended the phone call.

I frowned at the man as I looked up at him. The bags under his eyes were darker than I had ever seen them before, his skin sickly. He was completely worn out and I hated it.

“Sammy,” I whispered and caressed his cheek. He wouldn’t look into my eyes, which made my stomach churn in pain. I wrapped my arms around his waist and squeezed him.

“I am okay, (Y/N).” Sam chuckled and rubbed circles into my back. I shook my head at him, not believing him.

“When we get back to the roadhouse, we’re going to talk. You’re going to spill what has been going on, and I am going to kick ass to make sure you’re okay. You mean too much to me.” I whispered. 

Sam nodded and took my hand in his, entwining our fingers. His cheeks reddened at his actions and a smile formed onto my lips. The two of us walked to Dean, who was impatiently waiting.

“So, you talked on the phone, right?” He asked Sam.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Rakshasa.” Sam said and cleared his throat.

“Ra-sha-sha-na-na-what?” Dean grumbled.

I laugh and nod, “Rakshasa. They are Hindu creatures. Appear as a human, feed on human flesh, can appear and disappear, and they can’t get into a home without being invited.”

“Wow, we’ve got another nerd.” Dean replied and rolled his eyes.

I shrugged, agreeing. I mean, I went to college.

“So, this one dresses up as a clown and the kids invite ‘em in?” Dean asked, trying to get down what was going on.

Sam nodded and sighed, “and apparently they sleep on a bed of dead insects.”

“Nice.” Dean smirked.

“Yeah, and they have to feed a few times every twenty or thirty years. Slow metabolism, I guess.” Sam guessed with shrugged shoulders.

As they continued to speak about the rakshasa, Dean realized something.

“You guys,” Dean laughed at his thoughts. “Who do we know that worked both shows?” He asked and raised his eyebrows.

Sam looked at me with wide eyes. “Cooper.” We said in unison.

“Cooper.” Dean nodded.

“You know how to kill him?” I asked Sam, seeing if he knew.

Sam turned to face me, quizzing me. “Do you know?” He smirked.

“Dagger made of brass.” I replied with pride.

“Correct. But, we should see if it’s actually Cooper before we go killing anyone.” Sam said with a smile.


Later That Night

As Dean went for the brass, Sam and I went to check for the bedbugs.

“Shh,” Sam whispered as he opened Cooper’s trailer.

I laughed and covered my mouth to keep myself quiet. He laughed, put his finger over his lips, and hushed me again with a wide grin. Working together wasn’t a forte of ours. 

Sam turned and jabbed his pin into the lock until it clicked, the door squeaking as it opened. Sam nodded his head, letting me enter first. I smiled as I pulled out a pocket knife and walked to the bed. As I started to cut the bed open, a gun cocked back.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Cooper asked.

I put my hands up, eyes wide. “Uh, they asked me to um, replace your bed?” I asked with gritted teeth. Sam, not able to take my horrible acting, swiftly grabbed the gun from Cooper’s hands and knocked him over the head with it.

“Let’s go.” Sam laughed and grabbed my hand. He pulled me out of the trailer and raced away from it as chuckles erupted from his belly. I stared at our entwined hands with a full heart but when Sam noticed, he pulled his hand away with reddened cheeks.

We found Dean a while later, him looking agitated and angered. “It was the blind guy. He is here, somewhere.”

Racing around to find the man, we found ourselves in the Funhouse. As we went through, a door slammed, earning a scream from me.

“Dean, find the maze!” Sam instructed.

As Dean left, Sam tried pulling at a pipe. “Ah, dammit!” Sam yelled and flinched from the heat of the pipe. He kept going at it, though, not caring about the heat.

“Hey.” Dean said as he walked over to the two of us.

“Hey, where is it?” Sam asked.

“I don’t know, shouldn’t we see it walking around?” Dean replied.

Immediately after that was said, a knife flew at Dean, pinning him against the wall. Then, another came at him and pinned his wrist. I winced and closed my eyes, not used to seeing others getting hurt while on a hunt.

“Sam?” Dean yelled, grunting in pain.

Sam pulled the pipe off fully and slowly stepped forward. As a knife flew directly at his head, I extended my leg to trip him. He fell over my leg and let go of the pipe. But hey, at least he didn’t get stabbed. As they tried to figure out where the bitch went, I grabbed the pipe from the ground.

“Behind you!” Dean yelled to Sam.

I eagerly jammed the pipe into the invisible creature and although it was still invisible, I could see the blood oozing out of it. I glanced up at the two men, a smile forming. They both let out a deep breath as they stared at what I had done.


The Next Day

“You guys did good. Protecting my daughter and with the job. Your dad’d be proud.” Ellen smiled at the three of us as she walked over to the table we sat at, beers in hand.

“Thank you, Ellen.” The brothers said in unison. 

“Uh-huh, thanks, ma.” I replied and grabbed a bottle from her. I gave her a small smile and hugged her side as she watched the two brothers.

Jo narrowed her eyes at me, mouthing a quick “move,” and turned her gaze to Dean. I laughed and rolled my eyes before grabbing Sam’s forearm.

“C’mon, Sammy.” I said as I winked at Dean, who laughed and glanced at Jo.

Sam awkwardly nodded and followed me until we got to the other side of the roadhouse.

“I have a question.” Sam said as we sat down at the bar.

“Okay, shoot.” I replied with a smile.

“You graduated from college, right?” He asked, hope in his eyes. I slowly nodded, not understanding why he would ask. 

He let out a saddened sigh and ran his hands through his hair. “Then why are you hunting? You’re a really smart girl, (Y/N). I would’ve never expected you partaking in something so dumb. Hunting isn’t safe.” He said. 

I breathed in heavily and let out a frustrated laugh. “Because my dad died in this life, just as yours did.” 

He nodded, understanding. “Well, uh, I get that. My mom did, too. It’s my fault.” Sam frowned as he stared at the beer bottle in his hand. 

“You want to talk about it yet?” I asked.

Just as Sam’s lip began to tremble, Ash stormed out with a grin. “The Winchesters, you’re back!”

“Oh, guess it’s gonna have to wait.” Sam rushed to get out of his seat and walked away from me.

“Aw, c’mon.” I grumbled angrily as I got up onto my feet and followed the younger Winchester.

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