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Chaos and the Calm

Characters: Dean Winchester, Y/N Y/L/N (Reader), Officer Jacobs (OMC), Officer Wheaton (OMC), Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Jo Harvelle, Ellen Harvelle, Garth Fitzgerald, John Winchester, Thomas Y/L/N (OMC), Dominique Sandgren (OFC).

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1.5kish

Warnings: AU, Language, Angst, slow build up (more warnings would be included in future chapters)

Author’s Note: Hey guys! This is my entry for @nichelle-my-belle aka my beauty, Nichelle’s Angst Challenge! I got the prompt: “She was an angel craving chaos, he was a demon seeking peace.” I really hope you guys like it and stick around for the ride!

**Also, huge thank you to @neversatisfiedgirl for reading over this and giving me the confidence to post it like this.** -This will be a series-



Chapter One: The Calm and The Storm

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Fantasy vs. Reality - Part 5

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,390

Warnings: None. It’s just fluff

AN: Sorry this part took so long to get out, hope you enjoy this part. I’m not sure how I feel about it honestly but I finally got it done. Thank you @jalove-wecallhimdean for putting up with my crazy ass and helping me all of the time. Next part is meeting his family. 


Things had been going well considering everything that had happened. Dean had made you feel just as loved and adored as he had prior to the weeks leading up to your big fight, but you were still having a hard time trusting him. You still had reservations with sharing anything too personal with him for fear of it being thrown back into your face once again. Your conversations typically seemed to be more of him talking and you listening. You would share how your day had gone, errands that needed to be done, and anything mundane you could think of, but you no longer shared how you felt…about anything.

Dean had managed to make fast friends with your father, making sure to make it to his house several times a week to help him with the classic car tucked away in the garage. If you didn’t know any better, you would think your father was ready to marry the man himself. Dean seemed to genuinely enjoy spending time with him just talking and working. The only real exception was Friday nights. Those were reserved especially for you and what he had deemed as date night. He even went as far as making sure the bar was fully staffed and covered for any situation to avoid that night being taken from either of you.

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Lattes and Tattoos

It appeared out of thin air, on her forearm, a tattoo of a latte cup, steam rising from the open lid, the heart design in the foam dominating her skin.

She had heard of things appearing on others, soulmate designs, they were called, doodles, sketches of art, permenantly etched on one’s skin.

She was 33 and she had never even gotten a lame butterfly in all her years, until that day in the bookstore, as she reached for a book of poetry, her skin exposed.

Her soulmate had drawn their coffee cup and as the sketch completed she saw a scribble of a name on the sleeve.

Sam.

Was it her imagination or were her senses playing a trick on her? She could smell the vanilla and cinnamon, the rich grounds of coffee, coming from the far counter of the bookstore. She looked from her tattoo to the only man sitting at the barista’s counter and caught her breath.

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She tucked the book under her arm and approached the broad-shouldered man, with the tawny brown hair, and pencil to paper.

“Excuse me,” she tapped him on the shoulder and he turned, his green eyes piercing her dark ones, “are you Sam by any chance?”

The man looked at his sketch and noticed her forearm, shook his head, sadly,

“Name’s Dean,” he pulled a stool out for her, “there’s something you need to know.”

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 She cautiously sat next to Dean, who asked if she wanted one of the fancy coffees to which she accepted. As the barista made hers, she inclined her head and asked,

“Who is Sam?”

“Sam was my little brother, law student, obnoxiously smart, but taken too soon.”

“Every town I drive through, I stop and order one of his favorite coffees, reminiscing of what we had.”

“And today, you drew the latte, but why?”

Dean sighed, a tear slid down his cheek, “it was just us two against the world and now, now I’m tired of being alone.”

“I’ve been here this whole time,” you took a sip and noticed Dean never drank the latte he ordered, just held it in his hands for warmth, for a connection, for memory.

“I never believed in soulmates and when I saw the drawing and the name, I felt whole.”

Dean gulped, “but now you know I’m your soulmate, not Sam, and I’m not the man you thought I’d be.”

You placed your hot mug on the marble countertop and folded one hand over Dean’s on his mug.

“You’re more than I could ever have imagined and I’m yours to tell more stories of Sam to as well,” you grinned.

“But I want to know more about you, the artist for one,” you scooted closer, “would you tell me another story?”

“Are you sure, Sweetheart, hell I didn’t even catch your name,” Dean chuckled and his eyes for a brief second sparkled.

You took his pencil and scribbled in cursive on the napkin, and your name appeared on his wrist.

“YN,” he said your name like a prayer, “I’d love to tell you another story.

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I haven’t posted this on Tumblr yet. I want to share now though. So when I went to Nashville for a supernatural convention I asked Jared, Jensen, and Misha to write out the three words to “Always Keep Fighting” so I would have it in their hand writing for my tattoo. I didn’t have much time to explain so I quickly asked and they happily did so. These past few months of my life have been really hard on me. I wake up almost everyday asking myself why am I still alive, now having my tattoo I can look down and say this is why I’m still alive. Thank you supernatural family for everything you do for us.

The Girl with the Phoenix Tattoo

The Girl with the Phoenix Tattoo

Words: 3780

Characters: female!reader, Dean & Sam Winchester, Cas. Ketch (in future parts)

Summary:
A routine vamp nest extermination puts you in a place you never thought you’d be again– Dean’s arms. Will he still feel the same when he finds out where you’ve been the past five years? And how will Ketch react to finding out you have a deep seeded past with the Winchesters? Will the truth set you free?

Warnings: NSFW. Swearing, angst, attacked!reader, wounds, critical wounds. Dying!reader, Smut and all that implies.

Wherein I owe one soul per contract to @thedevilinthedetails my beta, my twin who helped birth this, I can’t take all the credit, so show the blog some love. ❤️

Tags at the end, if you aren’t tagged it’s because Tumblr hates me. 


The Girl with the Phoenix Tattoo

It was a cool misty night and perfect for hunting. These vampires almost made it effortless to find them. They had made their hunting grounds too obvious and left a trail behind. It was almost too easy; they had to be new.

Their hiding place was an old ramshackle house in the woods outside of town. I crept back into the back yard and dispatched the female vamp who hissed at me. She was hungry, so it made her sloppy and an ineffective lookout. Her head rolled and I continued towards the house, taking the steps as silently as I could. A male vamp, late twenties leapt out the door at me and I swung the sword confidently. It took his head and I kicked it away. Five vamps later and one was running.

I took off after it out the door and it rounded the house toward the front yard. I leapt and mid-air my sword flashed, there was a solid thunk-shear and the last vampire’s head rolled across the ground. It landed at the feet of a man I never thought I would see again.

Dean Winchester.

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Fantasy vs Reality- Part 4

Pairing: Au!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,738

Warnings: Angst, a little fluff at the end

AN: Part 4 I used for @jalove-wecallhimdean‘s challenge. The quote is bolded. I also want to thank @squirrelchester for giving me the idea about the bar scene. Hope you guys enjoy this part! I’m excited there seems to be so much interest in this series. 

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To say you were fine would be a lie. You were far from it and you knew it, you just refused to let it consume your life. It’s been two weeks since you’ve seen Dean. Two weeks since he completely shattered your trust and made your insecurities feel more real than they ever had been. Two weeks since he proved to you that you were just a way for him to pass the time. You now wish you had stayed the invisible girl and never bought any of the bullshit he sold you.

It wasn’t that Dean hadn’t been trying, because he had. You hadn’t known someone could be as persistent as he was and it hadn’t taken long for him to try everything under the sun to get a reaction from you. The first step had been leaving flowers on your doorstep every day. You never read the cards, just placed them in the trash and left them out of sight and out of mind. The next step had been to have them delivered to your work, where you would either pay the nice and confused delivery man a hefty tip to have them delivered to the girls at the bar, or give them to your co-workers that always complained how their men never sent them anything. You still never read the cards.

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i was talking to bethany last night and discussed dean avoiding his responsibilities by taking advantage of his new abilities

i hope you are all ready for an entire summer of stupid demondean comics

(aND TO CLARIFY:#also i don’t know if the antipossession tattoo would keep him trapped in his own body or not #and sam could totally say an exorcism backawards to get him to stay in his vessel #MY COMICS CAN HAVE PLOTHOLES OKAY)