dean looking out for sam

The Tea is Decaf

[ao3]

3.7k words
Dean/Cas, Sam/Eileen
Based on this text post

Castiel just barely slips out the door into the hallway and turns the knob as he closes it so the latch doesn’t make a sound. The light is always on in the hallway, and Dean always wakes up if too much of it pours into his room, so Castiel has mastered the art of slipping through the smallest space possible.

He breathes a sigh of relief once he’s in the hallway.

A small voice to his right lets out an amused laugh. He turns to see a particularly tiny woman wearing a very large plaid shirt and nothing else. Well, he supposes she could be wearing shorts under the shirt. It really is very big on her.

“You must be Castiel,” she says rather loudly, mispronouncing his name just slightly.

He walks over to her with a finger to his lips.

She puts her hand over her mouth in embarrassment before signing, I’m deaf.

Castiel mouths an “oh” before dropping his head and laughing. He then pops his head back up fast and mouths, “Are you Eileen?”

She nods eagerly and signs, You’ve heard about me?

Sam has mentioned you a few times, he signs back. He says you’re a very good hunter.

Her face lights up. You’re damn right I am. Still, that’s very sweet of him.

So, are you two…? Castiel looks back toward Sam’s room and then down at Eileen’s shirt.

Eileen’s eyes widen in embarrassment. He’s asleep. I was just going to the bathroom.

I was heading to the kitchen for a cup of tea. Would you like some?

Is there caffeine in it?

Not at 4 in the morning.

Eileen smiles and gives him a thumbs up before moving past him toward the bathroom. Castiel watches her go for a second before it hits him.

He looks down at his plain black t-shirt and too-small boxer briefs and wonders if Eileen could tell that these clothes aren’t his. And that he came out of Dean’s room instead of one of the countless other extra bedrooms in the bunker.

By the time Eileen pads into the kitchen, Castiel has two mugs ready with decaf teabags in them and he’s standing at the stove staring at the pot so he can pull it off the burner before it whistles.

It’s only a minute longer before Cas pours the water into the mugs and takes a seat across from Eileen at the kitchen table.

You’re an angel, aren’t you? Eileen asks as her tea steeps.

Castiel nods as he takes a drink.

Does that mean you don’t sleep?

Sometimes I do. I didn’t feel like it tonight.

Is Dean good in bed?

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“Growing Up a Winchester”  Sam/Dean x Sister Reader

Word Count: 3,867

Sam and Dean Winchester x Sister Reader, some Castiel x Reader

Summary: While on a long road trip to a hunt, you reminisce about your memories growing up with your brothers, from the best ones, to the worst, to the most awkward.

Warnings: Mentions of death, language, angst, light smut between Cas and the reader

Flashbacks are in italics.

Originally posted by whoeveryoulovethemost

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You’re sitting in the backseat of the impala, looking out the window at the scenery. Dean, of course, is driving, and Sam is sitting on the passenger side, sleeping. You have a hard time sleeping in the car, so on long car trips like this, you have a hard time. Thankfully, Dean is usually always awake as well, and serves as your entertainment.

Growing up as the youngest Winchester sibling was not always fun and games, especially being a teenage girl. As much as your brothers love you, they know absolutely nothing about teenage girls. You more often than not felt like you were raising yourself, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Your brothers are your rock, and you would never leave them.

You can barely remember the first time you’d met Dean. Your dad, John, had gotten your mother pregnant and throughout the first four years of your life, he was very in and out of your life. He’d only show up at your house once a year, normally on your birthday. He’d call on holidays, but you were too young to hold a conversation. A little after your fourth birthday, your mother had passed away from cancer. You had nothing and no one else, and your dad John came to your rescue.

“Hey, kiddo.” John had told you, picking you up from the hospital. He looked tired, the bags underneath his eyes more prominent than you had ever seen them.

“Hi.” You say quietly. You didn’t really know what was going on. All you knew was that your mommy was in a better place and you were going to live with your dad. You remember being nervous, because to you, your dad was like a stranger. You knew nothing about him.

“Do you have your stuff? You’re comin’ to stay with me and your brother, Dean. Dean’s excited to meet you, you know.”

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In the Corner

Summary: based off this imagine given to me by @n-octicolor

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Word Count: 3k (whoooooop go me!!!!)

Warnings: cheesy fluff, dry humping (hUMP THAT LEG LADIES), Cas comes without u even TOUCHIN HIM (bc thats hot), language, slight dirty talk

A/N: I didnt proofread this. I’ll go back and fix any stupid errors tomorrow. :-) enjoy!

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“You got 20 minutes, princess!”

“Shit,” you muttered, getting out of your chair and practically running down the hall to your bedroom.

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Rhythm of the Beat- Part 1

Based off a request by @thelittleredwhocould​ for gender swap Wincest.

Summary: Sam and Dean get trapped in a vault after being turned into women by an ancient Egyptian god. Because of course they did. There’s only one way to get free. Because of course there is.

Word Count: 2150ish

Warning: Wincest, gender swapping, smut

A/N: This one just happened. I’m not sorry. Hope you all enjoy it! Two more parts coming soon! XOXO


“Dean! You okay?”

“Yeah, I think so. Are you?”

It’s at the end of that second sentence that they both register the voices themselves and not just the words.

“Dude. You sound like…dude. Sam? You’re a fuckin’ girl.”

Sam tears his eyes away from Dean’s apparently female body to look down at his own.

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He Can’t Hurt You.

Summary- Reader is starting to hallucinate Lucifer, (basically like Sam) she keeps it a secret but her brothers find out.

Warnings- Swearing(I think idk).

A/N- It’s just something I thought of when I was watching reruns of SPN, I’m honestly really chuffed with it:)


Slowly opening your eyes you tensed up, somebody was in your room, you slowly reached your hand under your pillow and grasped the gun you had lying under it.

“I know you’re awake, Y/N” the voice spoke, “and a gun? Really? You think a gun would work on little old me? How adorable” he mocked. Rolling your eyes, you sat up and faced him with furrowed eyebrows, “who are you?” You asked quietly, he looked at you with fake hurt as he placed his hand over his heart, “you mean, Sammy hasn’t told you about me? I’m hurt” he spoke, then his eyes turned red causing you to shuffle back slightly.

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Maybe

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Words: 802

A/N: As promised, here’s part two! I know it’s a bit shorter compared to part one, but I think it definitely suits this part of the story more since it focuses on Sam dealing with what Dean has done, and the readers reflection on both sides of the story. I really hope you like it, and let me know if you want a part 3! 

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Part 1: How To Love

Cold wind whipped around Sam’s shoulders, slicing at his exposed neck. The Impala was still sitting in the parking lot, so he began walking down the only populated street in the goddamn town. A convenience store was about to close; he watched through the glass as the cashier flipped the sign over from ‘Come In!’ to ‘See You Tomorrow!’. He began walking faster at that point, desperate to find any place Dean would be in.

Eventually, every step longer that it took him to find his brother, made him angrier. The worst part was knowing that you were back in the shitty motel room, crying on your own. That was something Sam realized he had never even seen before; you were tough as nails.

“Come on.” He slammed his phone repeatedly into his palm, trying to get a trace on Dean.

A voice he knew better than his own pulled his attention from the screen, “Why are you out here?” Dean asked from a bench that Sam probably wouldn’t have even noticed.

Sam clenched his jaw and stared at him; “You’re kidding, right?”

Dean shrugged, and as if it were important said, “It’s cold.”

“Yeah. I know.” Sam sat next to him.

Dean looked over at Sam, then back out onto the road. Cars passed by, some speeding, others seemingly slowing down at every damn leaf that rolled itself across the asphalt.

“What did you do, Dean?” Sam asked after a few seconds.

Dean clasped his hands together in his lap. “What do you mean?”

“One of the toughest hunters I’ve ever known, is sobbing in a motel kitchen.” Sam said, enunciating every syllable of his last few words.

Dean dropped his head into his hand, rubbing his forehead. “I didn’t mean f-”

“You don’t mean a lot of things, do you?” Sam shook his head and let out a deep breath. “You’ve been acting like… like an asshole. That’s not what you do to people you care about.” He paused before further explaining, “And I get it – this life is dangerous in a way that no one could ever understand, but pushing away the only light you could have possibly had… well, that’s what makes you the biggest dumbass of all.” He slapped his hands against his thighs and stood up, not giving his brother a second glance before walking back to the motel room, fists clenched in his pockets.

When he finally did get to the door, he shoved the rusted key into the even worse off lock, and swung the door wide open.

You were seated in a chair, fast asleep with your head on the table. Quietly, Sam nudged your shoulder and got you over to the bed. When he finally got underneath his own covers, you whispered his name.

“Yeah?” He asked in reply.

“Is Dean ok?” You said into the darkness.

Sam shuffled underneath his sheets, “Why would you care, after what just happened?” He was always honest.

You sighed, “I think… I may have been doing the same thing to him, without even realizing it.”

“Maybe.” Sam thought for a moment and continued with, “I know my brother, Y/N. He loves you. But, he’s not emotionally capable of showing you that in the healthiest way… as you just found out.”

Sam’s words were left hanging in the air, the truth of them being turned over in your mind about a thousand times until the sound of the door opening made you shut your eyes and feign sleep.

Dean grabbed a pillow from Sam’s bed and tossed it onto the couch. You kept yourself still while listening to him shuffle about the room. What you didn’t expect was for him to walk over to your bed. You felt his presence linger over you. Believing that you were asleep, he reached forward and ran the back of his fingers against your cheek. It took all of your strength to make sure your breathing remained even.

“I am so sorry.” He said so quietly you thought you misheard it. “I’ll make it up to you. Every last bit of it.”

He stepped away from your bed, and you heard him drop onto the couch. You then finally turned over and opened your eyes slowly, just to get a glimpse of his figure in the dark room.

As you stared at him, you thought about every time that you and Dean had ever fought. Whether it was for something trivial, or for a hunt as bad as this one. You soon came to the realization that even though he was angry, he would stitch you up and check on you constantly. In the heat of those moments, you never noticed.

Sam’s words echoed in your head, ‘He loves you.

“And I love him, too.” You whispered out loud.

PART THREE

The Arrangement (Part 6)

Summary: Jess informs you about Dean’s past, and Sam teases Dean. After dinner, Dean brings you home to find someone unexpected waiting for you, and helps you deal with it.

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,800

Warnings: language, sexual tension/references, a mild panic attack, mentions of breakups

A/N: Part 6 because I have homework I don’t want to do. Hope you guys like it!

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A Damsel & Her Knight

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Request: can i make a request for just pure dean fluff? like a stubborn and independent reader being a complete damsel and dean just being super protective and taking care of her?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,700ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Fluffy protective Dean coming up…


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My Babygirl-Part Eleven

My Babygirl Masterlist

“Hey Dean, come check this out.” Sam said as he looked at the computer. He had been checking the local reports for your town and had found something that quickly caught his attention.

“What is it?” Dean asked before standing behind Sam, leaning over to look at the screen.

“This.” Sam replied pointing to the screen, “Someone in Y/N’s town died; looks like foul play due to the victim dying from a wound to their head.” Dean narrowed his eyes as he read the article. “Could be nothing…but with us…”

“It’s never nothing with us. Pack a bag Sammy, we’ll go check it out. Worst case we get there a few days before watching my babygirl get crowned homecoming queen.” Dean told his brother.

“-And if it’s not nothing?” Sam asked.

“Then we take care of it.”


“So this is definitely our kind of thing.” Dean heard Sam say through the phone. When they got into your town Sam went to the morgue while Dean was walking around your neighborhood, looking for anything suspicious.

“What you find out?” Dean asked.

“The corner hasn’t done the autopsy yet, but the wound looks like something a kitsune would be responsible for. I asked the pathologist if the pituitary gland could have been tampered with.” Sam told his brother.

“-And?” Questioned Dean.

“-And he said it was an odd question but since I mentioned it the hole in the vics head goes straight to it.” Sam said.

“Great. Well we got here fast, hopefully we can find this thing and stop it before it does too much damage.” Dean stated. A beeping noise distracted Dean from the conversation, “Hold on Sammy, someone else is calling me.”

“Hello?” Dean asked as he looked at the phone again to make sure the call was connected, “Who is this?”

“Hel-hello?” Your shaky voice came through on the other end.

“Y/N? Y/N is that you?” Dean asked as he felt himself begin to panic. He stayed away so you could be safe.

You were supposed to be safe.

“Y-yeah.” You replied.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” Dean questioned as he began to jog back to where he parked the impala.

“This-this man, I came back from school and he had my mom and little brother. then my dad came home, but this guy says he isn’t really my dad. I don’t know whats going on.” You cried into the phone. You were making no sense but from what Dean could tell someone had your entire family. The fact that they had you call him proved they knew who you were to Dean.

Which meant you were all in trouble.

“Hey Y/N it’s gonna be okay I promise. Do you know where you are?” Dean asked.

“We’re at th-” You were cut off by a loud smacking noise followed by the sound of the phone hitting the ground.

“Y/N! Y/N!” Dean shouted into the phone as he slammed the impala door shut.

“Sorry bout that Dean, I’m not ready for you to come and play juuuust yet, but soon. I promise.” A new voice sounded into the phone.

“Who are you? Why are you doing this?” Dean asked in an angry tone.

“I’ve spent years looking for you but never could find you. I found your daughter though; she’s pretty. She also has a fantastic life that you set up for her. All safe and happy, a normal teenage homecoming queen. That’s what you wanted for her, right Dean? That’s the kind of life I could have had if you hadn’t killed my mom.” The voice growled into the phone, “So she doesn’t get to live hers anymore.”

“If I killed your mom she probably had it coming.” Dean snarled into the phone, “I will find my daughter. Then I will end you.”

“MY MOTHER DID NOTHING WRONG!” The voice boomed on the other end of the phone. “Sam let her go! Again! But you decided that she needed to die. I told you I would kill you Dean Winchester.” Both sides of the phone line went silent for a moment, “And I will.”

A deal with the Devil (part 1)

Summary: The reader is pregnant, and a witch hits her with a spell that slowly kills her child. The only cure seems to be Lucifer, but Dean does not want her to get into trouble. So the reader asks for help from his father, Crowley, the King of Hell.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Pregnant!Reader

Characters: Reader, Lucifer, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Crowley, Rowena (mentioned)

Word Count: 2000 (approximately)

Warning: Angst, more angst.

A/N: I write this for the Ana’s “Shit My Patients Say” Challenge, by this beautiful >>>  @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms 
My prompts are:
8. “My friend said I couldn’t do it so I had to prove them wrong.”
22. “My family has a recipe to fix this.”
So, I hope you like it!


“What have you done to me?”
“A curse. But you can also call it ‘a step away from death’.”
“What have you done!?” I shout louder; I feel the tears wet my face.
“You’re dying.. indeed, no. Your child is dying. So delicate.. but there is a cure. The blood of a powerful heals your child. The blood of an archangel. ”
I look down, my gaze is pure horror; I can’t breathe. The blood of an archangel..
“..ops, too bad they’re all dead.”


“Dean..”
“No. Y/n, it’s impossible for me to allow you to do such a thing.”
“But, Dean..”
“We’ll find another way.”
“There is no other way!”
A few days ago, a witch gave me a curse. My baby is slowly dying, and I feel his heart beat more and more slowly. I can’t stay calm to do nothing, I can’t kill my baby; our baby, mine and Dean’s. Because he doesn’t understand? Dean paces nervously back and forth to the library, and observe him, I get dizzy. We need to talk to Lucifer; the witch said that the only cure to save our son is the blood of an archangel. But they are all dead: Gabriel, Raphael, Michael.. but Lucifer, he was an archangel before his fall, and he still has archangel’s blood in his veins. The problem is that Lucifer doesn’t want to talk to anyone but me. And Dean doesn’t want me to put me in trouble.
“Lucifer will be closed in his cage, with me there will be Crowley, and Rowena. Nothing will happen to me.”
“I said no. End of the matter, Y/n.”
I try to think even once Dean, but it’s useless. I breathe slowly, trying to keep calm. I understand that he’s worried about me, and for the child. But there will be no danger to me.
“How can you say such a thing? It is what our son is dying! Will not you save him?”
“Of course I want to save it, damn it!” I jump when Dean makes a fist on the table; he licks his lips, and then looks at me.
“I’ll find another way to save it. But we’re not going to Lucifer; I will talk to Rowena. Maybe she knows what to do.”
Dean lays a kiss on my forehead, and after taking his jacket, he comes out of the bunker. He doesn’t know that I have already spoken with Rowena, and she knows no other way, that talk to Lucifer.
I go into the kitchen to drink some water, and I find Sam with a book in his hands, as he reads. When he sees me, Sam puts the book on the table and coming toward me; he wrapped his long arms around my body, and I without thinking twice, I make tiny against his body. Dean and I have quarreled violently, and we screamed. Sam will have definitely heard the whole conversation.
“Are you okay?”
I would answer yes, but clearly it is not. Since Dean has known the child, chaos reigns in the bunker. Every day there is a reason for strife and shouting at us against.. Should I be happy that he cares about me, but the fact that he does remain closed to me all the time in the bunker to do nothing, is like torture for me. And now after all this time that I came out of the bunker, we hunted a bitch witch; we killed her, but it didn’t do anything. A curse like the one that launched her, doesn’t go away with her death.
“No, Sam. I’m tired..” I say, as small tears fall down my face.
“I just wanted to help Sam.. I didn’t want to stay forever locked in a bunker. And now my baby is dying.. and it’s my fault. ”
“Y/n, it’s okay.. we will find a way to save him.”
“Don’t you understand that the only way to save it’s Lucifer!?” I yelled, pushing away from me Sam. He looks at me with his usual sad look, but he says nothing. I know he thinks like Dean; he doesn’t want release Lucifer again, after all that has happened. But how do they not understand that there is only one possible cure, and it is him?“
I moved away from him, and I run to my room. I lock myself in the room, and I throw myself on the bed, with tears in my eyes.
“Hey puppy. Everything okay?”
I open my eyes, and I sit on the bed to see who it is. Although I already recognize his voice.
“Crowley.”
The King of Hell is approaching me, and sits on the bed beside me. I keep my distance from him, and alert.
“What are you doing here?”
“My dear daughter, you called me.”
“It’s not true.”
“Yes, rather.” Crowley said, looking into my eyes. I look down; I have really been calling him? I cannot even admit it to myself. Dean and Sam don’t want me to talk with Lucifer, but if I do..
“I want to talk to Lucifer.”
Crowley smiles, and getting out of bed, he wanders around the room, rummaging through my things. Then he turns to me and looks at me with his usual air of superiority.
“Excuse me?”
“I need to talk to him.”
The smile disappears from the face of Crowley; he comes close to me again, and looks at me.
“Why should I?”
“A witch hit me with a curse. And my baby is dying. Lucifer is the one who can save him. Please..” I get up and shake hands Crowley in mine. I know he is not a person you can trust 100%, but he’s still my father, and like it or not, my child is also part of his family.
Crowley closes his eyes and sighs; he takes my arm, and with a snap of the fingers, we find ourselves in his ‘headquarters’. I look Crowley and I thank him with the gaze. I breath deeply: it’s time to talk to the devil himself.


“What a surprise Y/n.. I thought that you hadn’t the courage to see me again.”
I approached the cage; Lucifer is in its interior, thanks to a Rowena’s spell. His eyes are fixed on me, his satisfied smile makes me nauseous.
“My friend said I couldn’t do it so I had to prove them wrong.”
His laughter echoes in the air, like an annoying hiss that doesn’t want to quit. I make a step forward to get closer to the cage, but then I remember the words of Rowena.
Don’t get too close.
“Tell me Y/n, how is the little devil in your tummy?”
I shudder at his words; how does he know I’m pregnant? Lucifer wanders in his prison, with the grin on his face. I take a few steps back, and I turn to go away; how stupid. It wasn’t a good idea to summon him, Dean was right. What made me think that Lucifer will give me his blood to save my baby, without wanting something in return?
“You sure you want to go? Didn’t you want to know how to save your little devil?”
“Stop calling him that.”
“Oh, but it is. You are the beloved daughter of Crowley, and you’ve got demon blood in the veins. Not to mention the baby’s father..”
I press my hands over the ears to stop hearing his words, but the voice of Lucifer continues to echo in my head, as if he were talking to my own mind.
“Who knows what will come out of the son of a half-demon, and one that kills people..”
“I said stop!”
I make a few steps toward the cage, and in a moment, Lucifer leans toward me. I feel his hands holding my arms, and in a blink of an eye, I am in the cage with him. I opened my eyes, I feel the breath fail me; I push away Lucifer from me, and I scream the Crowley’s name. I see the King of Hell quickly approaching Rowena, look for a way to get me out.
“Hmm, what’s wrong?”
Meanwhile, Lucifer is getting closer to me, I feel his breath on my neck.
“Sorry darling.. I felt so alone.”
Suddenly I turn, I wrap my hands around the collar of his shirt, and slam him against the cage. He didn’t seem to worry about, in fact, he laughs louder. Almost as if he was enjoying.
“Get me out of here!” I scream at him, while I try to stay calm. But I can’t; I begin to panic, and Lucifer rests a hand on my back.
“Ssh calm baby, you’ll be a heart attack.”
I close my eyes, and I do some deep breaths; I’m a stupid, stupid, stupid. I would have had to listen to Dean, stay by his side, trying to understand him. And instead, I’m locked in a cage with the devil, and I haven’t even had the opportunity to apologize to Dean, for what has happened with the witch. I feel the tears forming in my eyes when I hear again the voice of Lucifer in my head.
“So.. you want or not to save your child? You know, my family has a recipe to fix this.
I raise my eyes, which meets that of Lucifer; I know that the 'recipe’ of which he speaks, is its blood. He smiles at me, knowing exactly now he can control myself. I approach him, trying not to cry; I must be strong, for Dean, for our son.
“What do you want in return?”
Lucifer smiles and slowly approaching me; suddenly I hear a voice shouting my name, I turn around and I see Dean, out of the cage, with a mixed look of worry and despair. Sam is on the side of Crowley and Rowena, and try to get me out; soon they will find a spell, and I will not have the chance to save my son, if I don’t move. So, I turn to Lucifer, and I walk closer to him, so that they don’t hear us.
“Help my baby, and I’ll do whatever you ask.”
At first hesitant, then Lucifer approaches me with a smirk on his face, and his lips touching my ear. I widened my eyes when I hear the words of Lucifer; I would like to take a step back and think about his request, but I don’t have the time, and for my baby.. I’d do anything.
“We have a deal, Y/n?”
“Okay.” I can only say these words, then it all happens in a moment; the hands of Lucifer brushes my stomach, and a light escapes from them. I feel my heart beating faster and faster, and my head is spinning. I close my eyes, the cage seems to spin faster and faster.
“Don’t forget me, darling.”
I open my eyes, and Lucifer winks at me; I try to say something, but suddenly I feel an invisible force pushing me to the bars of the cage, and away from Lucifer; within seconds I’m out, in the arms of Dean.
“Y/n, you’re right?”
“The baby.. is fine.”
The head begins to turn again, and then, the dark.


When I wake up, I’m back in my room, to the bunker. Dean is near me, and when he sees that I have opened my eyes, he smiles.
“Y/n, how are you?”
I get up out of bed, and I sit next to him; I embrace him, and I feel the tears slowly down my face.
“I’m so sorry, Dean. It was all my fault; before the witch, then Lucifer.. I should listen to you.”
“Shh, it’s okay. Now it’s all over. Our baby is fine.” Dean says, massaging my back. He puts his lips on mine, and his thumbs wipes my face with tears.
“Lucifer is still in the cage, and will not come out. You and I will have our baby. Everything will be fine.”
I smiled, trying to hide my concern. I squeeze in his arms, and again, I hear the words of Lucifer echoing in my head.
When the baby is born, I will come pick you up. And you’ll have to choose. Or you, or the child.

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I Dreamed of You

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for @nichelle-my-belle 4k angst challenge my prompt was “I dreamed of you last night. I slept with the lights on.” 

Summary- Reader has trouble trusting Dean after something happened while he was a demon. Angst

word count- 1700

warning- Angst, stabbing, nightmares, panicked reader  


Originally posted by the-captain-destiel


Don’t Run. Don’t move. Don’t even breathe.

It’s what Dean taught you to do if you were ever trapped with a monster. In a locked building, or underground, anywhere that you might be that you couldn’t get out of.

“Don’t run, just hide. Sammy and I, we’ll come find you. If you run you’ll make noise, or you could fall,  something could get knocked over and give away exactly where you are. You’re better off hiding until you know you’ve got the upper hand.” Dean had given you the same lecture at least a hundred times, you could hear his words echoing in your head as you slowed your breathing down so much you weren’t even sure how your brain was getting enough oxygen.

You were taking every word Dean had taught you and applying it as you hid in the small dark storage closet. You’ve hidden from monsters before, but you never thought you would be hiding from them in your own home, the bunker… safest place in the world. The worst part of is was, the monster you were hiding from was the same person who had shown you how to hide in them first place. Dean.

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I’m Here Sammy

Summary/Request- You are only 4 or 5 years old and you mange to calm Sam down from a panic attack- @loveyalotslikejellytots

Word count- 685

Warning- Mentions of having a panic attack

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Tag- @evyiione   @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish

You sat there grumpily in your chair, folding your arms and pouting your lips. “Come on bug you have to eat.” Dean says holding the spoon inches away from your mouth, again you just shook your head. His head dropped. Sighing he put the spoon in the food bowl and went to get Sam.

“(Y/n) Dean tells me you won’t eat.” He says walking into the kitchen with Dean behind him. A small smile appeared on your chubby face but still refused to speak. “Do I have to do the aeroplane?” He asked grabbing the bowl and raising an eyebrow.

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Revenge

Characters: Dean, Sam, reader, John

Warnings: swearing, arguing, angst

Word count: 4241

Summary: your childhood is taken away from you when three hunters decide to take your father. When you decide it’s time to get your revenge, you learn that maybe not everything is what you believed it was.

A/N: this is for @mamaredd123 birthday writing challenge. I’ve used quotes from the TV show I was given (Revenge) and they are highlighted in bold ((If anyone wants a part 2 to this just let me know because there’s a bit of a cliffhanger ending))

Three years old. That’s all you were.

It was only you and your father because your mother had left you both when you were born. He never explained why she did it but you wanted to forget about her, all that mattered to you was him. He was a single father raising the child of the women he loved that had left him. You thought that any other man would have just left their child at a foster home and took off. That’s why you adored your father so much; he stayed even when it wasn’t the easy option.

It was a normal day, or so you thought. You called out for your father when you heard a noise come from the living room. You were in your room when you heard a cry from downstairs. Although your father had previously had a talk with you about what to do in situations like this, just locking the door and waiting for him to come and get you seemed pointless. You were three years old, but you were brave.

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Undisclosed Desires (part 1)

Words: 1.5k

Summary: You have a secret history with angels that you’d rather not discuss with the Winchesters. Then you meet Castiel.

Warnings: Slight smut (very brief), language

A/N: I didn’t realize how perfectly “Undisclosed Desires” by Muse fits this series until it was mostly written. Just an FYI, the whole story is more than it seems. Master tag list is at the end. Let me know if you’d like to be added.

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Every girl is entitled to her own secrets, right? Your life was full of them. Hunting didn’t exactly allow for telling the truth to everyone.

Even as you got closer to the Winchesters, you never felt you could be entirely honest with them about your past; you didn’t think they’d understand. It wasn’t a problem until they informed you of their relationship with an angel.

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On The Door Step - part 3

Parings: Dean x Sister!Reader x Sam

Summary: In 2000, John Winchester opened the door to his current motel room and found a little girl at his feet, sleeping peacefully with a fuzzy white blanket tucking her in a wicker basket. Now, nearly 16 years later, (Y/N) has still yet to find herself in the world of the Winchesters.

prologue    part 1    part 2

Warnings: Season 10/11 spoilers, cursing (I think that’s it)

Words: 2243

A/N: Y’all are the best! By the way, requests are open (I don’t write Wincest and I haven’t tried smut, but I’m willing)! Now here’s part 3.

(Y/B/M) = your birth month

(Y/B/D) = your birth day


I sit still in the plastic blue chair resting against the irritatingly white walls. I stare at the students being attended by the on duty nurse and a few of the teachers. The staff is trying to keep the kids calm, hoping that no one will pass out or scream, but one of the middle school children doesn’t do what they were hoping.

The little boy screams and I wince, clenching my eyes shut and tucking myself inwards. The child has a rather large shard of glass sticking out of his back and a few teachers surround his body where he lays on the floor.

This is all my fault.

The paramedics arrive sooner than anyone thought, and the take away the severely injured students before attending to those with minor wounds, like me. A kind woman dressed in the hospital’s uniform cuts off my long sleeve and plucks out the pieces of the mirror that fell from the ceiling. I don’t wince, I hardly even flinch as she takes them out or even when she sterilizes the cuts. Once she’s done, she begins to ask a few questions.

“Did you hit your head?” I shake my head, clenching my hands together and closing my eyes. A quivering breath escapes my lips, but other than that, I keep my responses silent.

She examines the rest of my arm, and checks my head for any signs of blood, but when she comes up empty, she moves on to the next student.

My fingers interlock with one another and my eyes watch them closely like they’re the most interesting creatures in the world.

“I wanna leave.” I breathe out to myself, but the nurse standing next to my chair hears me. She turns to me, watching me closely before answering.

“You can go home soon.” She smiles at me, patting me on my knee and then sighing.

That’s not what I meant.


My legs feel light and my head feels heavy as I approach the door leading to the inside of the bunker from the garage. Sam and Dean aren’t home yet, which isn’t surprising, it’s almost a six hour trip from Lebanon to Denver and they left nine hours ago.

“How was school?” Castiel grunts from the same spot in the library he was this morning when I left. I make my way down the steps, making sure to keep my shoulder out of Castiel’s view. If he sees the bandages, he’s going to throw so many questions at me that I’ll get whiplash.

“It was school, nothing interesting,” I answer bluntly, passing him and heading towards my room. “Just glad it’s Friday.” With nothing more to say, I quickly make my way down the hallway and shut the door to my room. I have to stay away from Cas, he could figure something is off with me. He’s done it on several accounts and he’s told my brothers.

For the next 29 hours that my brothers don’t return, I keep myself locked in my room, answering Castiel’s worried phone calls with simple answers.

“I’m having really bad cramps right now.”

“(Y/N), your period isn’t for another week,” He speaks with concern and a hit of confusion.

“Okay, first of all, how do you know my cycle? And it’s possible to have cramps while ovulation.” I slightly laugh as I imagine the face he’s most likely making.

“Dean made a calendar for me,” he explains, “so I would understand most of your grumpiness.”

Of course he did.

“Look, Cas, I’m fine, so you don’t have to call every two hours.” I sigh, laying across my bed and running my fingers through my hair.

“It’s unlike you to hide in your room unless something was wrong.” I sigh, closing my eyes and feeling the throbbing in my shoulder. I’m too hot right now to wear anything but shorts and a tank top and if I go out there now with my bandage exposed, I’ll rat myself out.

“I’ll come out later, I’m working on homework.” I lie. I’ve been reading up on what they have been saying about the incident. They’ve kept most of the details from the public, they mostly just say the windows were broken. None of the articles mention the falling mirrors.

Castiel sighs and decides not to say anything more, so he hangs up. Tossing my phone on my bed, I hide my eyes in the crook of my elbow, trying to ignore the pain in my shoulder. Irritation bubbles up inside the back of my head and I leap to my feet.

Another hour passes, and I find myself pacing the floor in front of my bed. My fingers twitch as I run my hands up and down my arms, trying to ease my nerves.

Nothing’s working.

My breathing quickens, I force myself to sit on the edge of my bed, trucking my head between my legs in order to stop the attack.

It’s not working.

I leap to my feet, scraping my toes against my desk chair leg. I hiss, wrapping my palm around my big toe before sitting down in the chair to examine it. I ripped the nail and the nail tore some of the skin away from underneath it. Squeezing the toe, I close my eyes and try to focus on something in order to ignore the pain. However, when I open my eyes, I watch as my a little green light seeps out between my fingers.

I pull back my hand, which causes me to fall out of my chair and smacking my head against the edge of my bed.

“Fuck,” I grumble, rubbing the back of my head. I feel my nerves slowly calming and the attack subsiding and my eyes land on my big toe, finding the nail fully intact and the blood gone. “What the fuck?”

I climb to my feet, slipping on my jacket, and stumble out of the door. I need air.

“Hey-” Cas greets me, but I quickly walk passed him, heading towards the stairs. I make it to the garage, picking my helmet off the ground and starting towards my bike when I crash into a giant.

“Whoa, where are you going?” Sam asks, holding me at arms length. I’m out of breath and staring up at him with wide eyes. Shit.

“I-I’m,” I caught, shaking my head in order to clear it. “I was going for a ride.”

“With no shoes?” Sam glances down at my green painted toes. I mentally slap myself.

“So this is the third,” a strong Scottish accent says from where the impala is parked. Dean pulls out a short redheaded woman from the back seat, her wrists chained together. “(Y/N) Winchester.”

I stand straight, staring down the witch. So this is Rowena. Charlie was right, her voice is kind of annoying. I don’t move away from the door as Dean approaches with her as I continue to examine her. This is the first “villain” I’m meeting and knowing my brother they’re going to make it quick.

Rowena raises an eyebrow as she continues to watch me, and for a slight moment, her eyes widen in surprise while she ever so quietly whispers, “I’ve never seen so much.”

What?

“Alright, c’mon.” Sam pulls me away from the door, allowing Dean to open it and lead Rowena inside.

“We told you we’d be back,” Sam smiles, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and walking inside with me. I fight against the urge to push Sam away and run after Rowena. Sam continues to talk, but I can’t focus on his words.

At the bottom of the steps, I wiggle free of Sam’s heavy arm and turn to glare at him. “Don’t you have a prisoner to interrogate?” My attention turns towards the hallway Dean disappeared down.

Sam nods after spending a few seconds watching me. He gives me a tight hug, promising we’ll hang out soon, before disappearing down that same hallway.

“(Y/N),” Castiel huffs, drawing my attention away and to his shaking body, “what happened to your shoulder?” My eyes follow his to find my jacket had slipped off, exposing the white bandages.

“Nothing.” I answer coldly before turning my attention back to the hall.

I need to get in there.

I’ve been lingering by the hallway entrance for a couple of minutes now, my thumb nail between my teeth as I think of how in the hell am I supposed to get Sam and Dean out of there long enough to interrogate her with my own questions.

My attention turns to Castiel in the library as he grunts and shakes. He’s having another episode. And then it clicks. I know how to get them out.


“Guys,” I wince, wobbling passed the secret shelf door.

Sam acts fast, approaching me with concern and caution, worried if he touches me he might cause more pain.

“What the hell happened?” Dean jumps off the chair, leaning in close to examine the bruise forming on my cheek.

“Castiel is gone. He got out and… he left.” Dean looks to Sam and without a word, they both head outside of the file room to talk. A moment ticks by before I turn to Rowena, straightening my back and glaring at her.

“So much what?” I hiss, approaching the edge of the devil’s trap.

“I’m sorry?” Rowena bats her eyes, sizing me up.

“When you saw me, you said you haven’t seen so much. What the hell did you mean?” I narrow my eyes, watching as she shifts slightly in her seat, readying herself to tell me that I must’ve misheard. “They’re going to be back in here, I don’t have time for any innocent shit.”

“You have so much… energy inside ya, dear…”

“What are you talking about? What energy?”

“Magic! You have so much of it… So much more than I,” she rolls her eyes as she explains. “Of course you do, you’re a Winchester after all.” She says mostly to herself, but I glare at her for it.

“I’m not a witch,” I hiss, taking a step closer. “There’s no way I can be a witch.”

“Aye dear, you’re not. But you’re something,” she pauses, sizing me up once again. “But that much power you’re sitting on, it’s surprising you’re in one piece. That it hasn’t hurt you yet-”

I take a step away, my hand gently laying against my shoulder. Magic would be the explanation for what happened in the cafeteria. 

“You’re on edge, aren’t ya dear?” Rowena shifts in her chair, rattling the chains keeping her in place. “If you take these off, I could show ya.”

I glare at her, watching as a grin grows across her lips. I take in a deep breath before answering, “you’re lying. It’s just hormones.”

“(Y/N)!” Dean hollers, strutting to stand next to me. “Don’t talk to her, she’s-”

“Dangerous, I know.” I nod to Rowena before slipping out of the room. I tug on my jacket tight around my waist and duck my head down as I walk towards my room.

“(Y/N), we’re going to find Cas,” Sam speaks, typing away on his laptop. “We’re taking Rowena with us-”

“Stay here, I know.” I smile weakly at Sam. “I’m going to go to bed, Will you call me when you find him? And will you tell him I’m sorry?”

“Why are you the one who’s sorry? Cas-”

“Just, tell him?” Sam nods and I sigh, running my fingers through my hair. “Thank you.” I slowly drag myself to my room, my head swimming with too many thoughts.

When I reach my room, I lock the door behind me and rest my back against it and examine the space. Rowena is probably right, I have magic. How else could I heal my own toe or summon mirrors and  break glass without physically touching it?

As I pace around the room, my mind decides to send me back to the day I asked Dean where our mom was. It was three years after I was left on their doorstep and a year before John disappeared on Dean.

“(Y/N), we don’t have the same mom,” Dean says, pulling me into his lap while we waited for John to check us into a motel room. “Your mom left you with us.”

“Do we have the same dad?” I question, playing with the necklace Sam hand given him.

“Yes.”

Now that I’m older, when I look back on this memory I can hear the uncertainty in his voice. If he had told me no, who knows what kind of devastation that would bring to a five year old.

I take in a staggering breath and push myself off the door. I reach for my book bag next to my desk and dump the contents onto my bed. I rush around the room, pulling out clothes and hygiene products. I change out of my sleeping shorts and slip on a pair of skinny jeans.

Once my bag is packed, I place my school materials on my desk and stop short at the sight of the tiny fluffy white blanket folded neatly near the desk, the sticky note with the simple message written in my mothers handwriting.

Her name is (Y/N).
She was born (Y/B/M) (Y/B/D), 1999
Please take care of her.


Tags: @straightasdeanwinchester , @superblyunnatural

A/N: tags are open

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Machetes and Mascara

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, 

Warnings: Fluff, Some slight violence, A touch of angst. Clueless Dean, Confused Dean, Clueless Sam, Smart Castiel, Unsure reader, Attempts at humor, Romance. 

Notes: So I wrote this for @chaos-and-the-calm67 , who wasn’t feeling good and wanted some fluffy Dean to cheer her up! I hope I did this justice!! This kind of fits in with my #LoveYourFlaws challenge, although there is no song. I just went that way with the fic, and I hope that it worked! 

Word Count: 4893

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for @dirtymish 
pairing: destiel
rating: M
tags: implied hs!au, sam pov, shipper!sam

Sam witnesses it all.

In all honesty, Dean really should have seen it coming, but when the stream of water hits him directly in the face, all he can do is stand there gaping at the culprit.

Castiel doesn’t look guilty at all, as he stands there with a cheap water pistol, a challenging smirk creeping up his cheeks.

“You’re a dead man, Novak.” Is all Dean says before lunging for the water balloon bucket and chucking balloon after balloon at his best friend and Castiel laughs with delight, trying to block them from hitting his face.

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