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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You have a decision to make.

Pairing : Dean x Plussize!Reader, Soulless!Sam
Word count : 2,411
Author : Mel
Warnings : Angst?, Sam is a dick.



Opening the front door to the modest two floor home, Dean moved as silently as possible. He applied every bit of stealth he had ever learned as a hunter into getting himself up the stairs to the second floor without being detected. If he was caught, this was all over. The shittiest day of his life would get so much worse. What he did now, was harder than any job, any case, hell, anything he had ever done before and it was killing him.

He hit the second floor landing and looked up the hall. He could hear her. She was singing. He closed his eyes and silently made his way towards her. As soon as he laid eyes on her, his brothers voice rang out in his head. “You have a decision to make Dean. Make it fast before I make it for you.”

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Angelic Soulmate

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Title: Angelic Soulmate

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean, Castiel

Word Count: 809

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: This was requested by an Anon! I hope you all love this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3

Lately Castiel had been trying to get you out of heaven.  He swore to you that Earth was not this bad place most of the angels believed it to be.  When you agreed to meet these Winchesters Castiel spoke of you were very nervous.  He said they were the best humans he knew, but you had reservations.  You had met a few humans before when every angel fell from heaven.  They were the worst of humanity.  You weren’t sure you wanted to return to Earth ever again.

However, Castiel convinced you to go with him.  You trusted Castiel.  He had been your friend for as long as you could remember.  You never gave up on him, and he never gave up on you.  You were willing to trust Castiel.

Castiel took you to the bunker with him that day.  You looked around, noticing the amount of books inside the room.  It had to be a library.  There were no humans inside the room though.  

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The Arrangement Masterlist

Summary: in an AU where the Winchester family owns a multi-million dollar company, Dean’s in a bit of a pinch. Grandpa Samuel is threatening to cut him off if he doesn’t straighten out and stop getting into trouble. Instead of taking some responsibility, Dean comes up with an ingenious plan: find someone to pretend to be his girlfriend. You and Dean have never gotten along, but a fake relationship seems to be beneficial to you both… 

Part 1

Part 2 -  Sam disapproves of your little arrangement, and you and Dean have you ‘first date’

Part 3 -  Dean reflects on your first date, and makes plans. The second date goes a little better, and Dean finds out how good your acting skills really are.

Part 4 -  You spend the night at Dean’s place

Part 5 -  Dean struggles to deal with the rest of the morning, and then gets an unexpected call. The two of you go on a double date with Sam and Jess.

Part 6 -   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.

Part 7 coming soon

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Gripping your shotgun tightly in your hand, you stealthily made your way down the dark eerie corridor.

With your ears perked up and the lights continuously flickering, you kept a close note of your surroundings.

Sam and Dean were being kept here and you were sure about that after two sleepless nights of work. You were fairly exhausted and knew that coming in this weary condition was probably stupid. But what confused you the most, was the fact you had not encountered any demon or other supernatural being so far and that wasn’t exactly comforting. It seemed too easy.

As if on cue, you felt a choking hold on your throat and your back came in contact with the hard wall which made you grunt in pain.

“Look who decided to visit” a masculine voice snarled in your ear making you shudder as you fought against his strong hold.

The smell of sulfur hit your nostrils making your nose scrunch up. Demon. Grabbing the demon knife you hid in your belt, you stabbed him, making sparks appear inside his body, annihilating him.

Rubbing your sore neck, you groaned in pain and saw a door at your far left. Bringing yourself together, you hoped he was the only one on guard duty and strolled over to the door.

Reaching it, you saw dried blood mixed with rust on that iron door and that made you feel uneasy as you slowly pushed it in hopes of opening, but in vain. It was locked.

Sighing in exasperation, you picked the lock and opened it to see your boys, tied together to a pole and your tired lips curled upwards in triumph.

“About time” you heard a gruff voice, only to see a bruised and bloody Dean, smirking at you with his emerald pools.

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Sam x Reader

Prompt: Sam and Reader argue, leading to fluff and smut

Warnings: swearing, mentions of injury, slight angst, fluff

Words: 1515

A/N: this is what I came up with! Thanks for the prompt anon, sorry if it’s not what you had in mind though. Should I do a part 2 (with smut ;))?

Tagged: @fangirl1802 @winsmut @mypeopleskillsarerusty0203 

Originally posted by moosamuel

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i love my mom lmao

Originally posted by hunterchesters

“Come on Dean, it’s beautiful!”

Dean was standing on the porch of the abandoned house watching you dance in the rain.

“Y/N, it’s pouring!”

You started running towards him, but slipped on some of the mud. He came sprinting towards you, but you weren’t hurt, you were laughing.

“Kiss me Dean”

He picked you up off the ground and spun you around, he placed his lips gently on yours as he set you down ever so carefully.

“I love you Y/N.”

“And I love you Dean.”

Stuck in the Cage (With You)

Originally posted by supernatural-squadd

“You heard me just fine. My soul for Sam’s. Easy switcher-oo.” You clenched your jaw, impatient with how long the archangel was taking to think about the deal you were offering. Dean needed Sam back, you could see it. You weren’t as good of a hunter and both of your older brothers always tried to protect you, leaving room for silly mistakes to be made.  

Michael finally answered, “Fine.”

For as long as he took to make a decision he sure didn’t take his time to take action. Your ears popped and everything went black.

A boot nudged your ribs and you sat up to find yourself surrounded by thick, metal bars, looking up at the pure blue eyes of Lucifer himself.

“The youngest Winchester, how interesting.”

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Third mini-masterlist! I’ll link it to the new main Masterlist once all the other smaller ones are done.

ONE SHOTS

Immediate Magical Assistance (Characters: Sam, Dean, Witch!Reader, they both have a crush on the reader.)

Lady Problems (Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader. Fluff)

Not Your Fault (Characters: Father!Dean, Daughter!Reader, Uncle!Sam. Angst, Fluff!)

IMAGINES

Imagine taking care of Sam and Dean when they’re sick.

Imagine trying not to laugh when Cas holds his F.B.I. badge upside down.

Imagine having to dress up for a hunt and the boys reacting like this: (Gifs with the link.)

Imagine watching Sam and Dean settle an argument with Rock, Paper, Scissors.

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Holland Roden, Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki crackship

The Winchesters&Banshee - requested by anon

"you two are winchesters. as long as we're alive, there's always hope."

ok so henry winchester said that

that means IF sam and dean die everything will come crashing down and we’ll all die and the earth will burn.

SO YOU HEAR THAT SPN WRITERS EITHER SAM AND DEAN NEVER DIE AND SPN GOES ON FOREVER AND EVER OR YOU MAKE SURE THEY HAVE KIDS SO WE ALL LIVE

Sentence Requests

Here are some request you guys could send me with the person you want it with. 


FLUFF:

1.“Your hair is so soft..”
2. “It’s too cold! Come back!”
3. “No, I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.”
4. “C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working.”
5. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”
6. “Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.”
7. “What? does that feel good?”
8. “Just pretend to be my date.”
9. “He/She did it.” “No he/she did.”
10. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”
11. “It’s not a double date. We’re just third and fourth wheeling.”
12. “No no–it’s alright, come here.”
13. “I’m not going to leave you. You’re never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise.”
14. “Look, I know we don’t know each other that well, but I’m still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone.”
15. “If I could, I would kiss away all of your scars.”
16. “I think I might be falling in love with you.”
17. “Your lips are so soft. I could kiss them all day.”
18. “It’s not bad to cry. In fact, I think it makes a person stronger.”
19. “Mmm.. you’re warm.”
20. “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this..”
21. “I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with..”
22. “No, you can’t get up! You’re my prisoner for today.”
23. “Shh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was real.”
24. “You know I’m/we’re always here for you, right?”
25. “Please talk to me about it.”
26. “You have something in you hair.. um–do you want me to get it out?”
27.  “I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..”
28. “I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn’t want to wake you.”
29. “I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”
30. “I can’t believe I got the first date, let alone a year.”
31. “Wanna, like–I mean, if you’re not busy. We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”
32. “So I was driving past a pet store and couldn’t help but wonder how cute an animal would be like in our home..”
33. “Let’s just stay in bed.”
34. “We live together. You can’t blame this on anyone else.”
35. “I think I might be pregnant..”
36. “I want to try for a baby.”
37. “You would make the perfect father/mother.”
38. “Think about it. The little patter of children in our home.”
39. “I want to marry you.”
40. “I want to take a shower so you should probably join me. It’ll save water.”
ANGST:
41. “You’re just not the same anymore..”
42. “It’s midnight! Where the hell were you?”
43. “What the hell is your problem?!”
44. “Why do you run away from your problems all the time?”
45. “You can’t keep it all inside, you know? Bottling it up won’t do any good.”
46. “Hey, I know you’re hurting.. but, you’re not alone, okay?”
47. “I hate you! I’m sorry it took me so damn long to realize that.”
48. “You lost your chance.”
49. “I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression.”
50. “You can’t just lose your temper like this every time you get a bit upset!”
51. “Calm down! You’re scaring me!”
52. “Don’t look at me like that.”
53. “Were you ever going to tell me?”
54. “I’m done trying to help you!”
55. “Sorry doesn’t fix everything.”
56. “You didn’t call. You didn’t text. Nothing.”
57. “It isn’t up for debate.”
58. “I don’t know what’s wrong, okay? I’m just… really tired.”
59. “I’m fine. Stop asking.”
60. “I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong, and don’t try lying to me.”
61. “I hope someday you get a taste of your own medicine.”
62. “Pack your shit and go. Get the fuck out of my sight!”
63. “Is this how little you think of me?”
64. “I can’t do this anymore.. not with you.”
65. “Are you happy now? Huh? DOES THIS MAKE YOU HAPPY?!”
66. “You said you’d always be there for me… so how did this happened? Why weren’t you there?”
67. “Did it ever occur to you that you’re hurting me too?”
68. “I don’t need help! I just want the pain to stop!”
69. “We can be friends instead.”
70. “I tried to move on, but nobody is you.”
71. “Do I look like I’ve moved on?”
72. “I don’t remember a fight or a reason, so what happened? Why did we break up?”
73. “Can I at least buy you a coffee? For old times sake.”
74. “I can’t take the loneliness anymore.”
75. “What are you talking about? You’re married!”
76. “It feels like everyone just forgot I exist.”
77. “Maybe I’m meant to be alone.”
78. “I gave you your chance, and you just used it to stab me in the back.”
79. “I’ve been alone for so long..”
80. “But you promised..”

“Protect You” Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 2,559

Lucifer x Reader, Crowley x Reader

Request from @perseusandmedusa : Can I request a Lucifer x Reader story? You’ve watched the last episode where we saw Lucifer in a cage in Hell with Crowley, right? Let’s imagine Crowley found Lucifer’s soulmate & brings her in the room. The reader being a simple woman, she doesn’t understand what’s going on. Luci feels a connection the second she enters the room but decides to ignore it, so Crowley will kinda torture her to get a reaction from the Devil. 

Warnings: Alcohol, mentions of torture, angst, a few swear words, fluff


Originally posted by totallysupernaturaloneshots

“Need a drink?” Crowley sat down next to the woman at the bar, sliding a wink at her.

She looks over at him, unsure if he is being serious or not. People don’t typically approach her at bars, but if they do, it usually never turns out well. With her past history of creeps trying to drug her or losers trying to get in her pants, she normally just kept a straight, ‘don’t talk to me’ face while she drank.

“I’m good.” She raises her glass, indicating that she already had.

“What’s your name?” Crowley asked, swirling his chair so he is facing towards her.

She tells him a fake name, while giving off a quite bitchy attitude, hoping that he will leave her alone. Crowley knows she’s lying, making him raise his eyebrows. He knows her name. Actually, he knows a lot about her.

When he had captured Lucifer a few weeks ago, he tried everything he could do to torture him. All the techniques that Lucifer had once used on him, and everything that he had picked up on his own. He was quite skilled in torture, being the king of hell and all. But nothing seemed to break him. He continued to be his normal, regular, horrible self. It was driving Crowley mad knowing that he couldn’t get Lucifer to break. He wanted him to break just as Lucifer had broken him all those years ago.

The only other thing he could think of was something he didn’t think was possible. He had deemed it an impossible mission when he had called his mother, Rowena, and asked for help. He had figured she would say that his plan was a bust, that she couldn’t find anything.

But she did.

That plan of his was to find his soulmate. That’s the only thing in the world that no one can resist. Soulmates are something on another level that even God can’t mess with. Everyone is born with one, even angels- even Lucifer. When Crowley called Rowena, asking if she could possibly find his soulmate, he thought it was a long shot. There was too many possibilities- he or she could have already died, not even been born yet, or might not even be human. They could have been another angel.

But of course, Rowena came through. She always did. Crowley couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Lucifer did have one- a woman named Y/N. And she was very much alive.

He tracked her down, and here he was. Offering to buy her a drink, planning on getting her drunk so he could easily take her back to Lucifer. He needed her to get done what needed done.

“Now now, don’t lie about your name.” Crowley frowned, flagging down the bartender. “Scotch, please. And another one for the lady.” He orders her a drink despite her protests to him buying her one earlier.

“And how is it you know that isn’t my real name?” She was the one raising her eyebrows this time.

“Because, love, I know everything.”

“Uh huh.” Y/N had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. In her eyes, she just thought this was some random old guy trying to hit on her, and not really doing a good job.

“Take the drink?” Crowley passes over one of the glasses that the bartender brought him.

“I told you I was good.” She slides the glass back over to him.

Crowley was growing impatient and frustrated. She was stubborn. No wonder she was Lucifer’s soulmate. He decided to go a different route and just wait her out until she left. Crowley excused himself from the bar and goes outside, waiting patiently until she comes out.

Y/N finishes up her drink, relief flooding through her chest as the man next to her finally left. He gave off a dark vibe, one she couldn’t quite explain. If she believed in the supernatural, she’d describe it as the feeling of death. The feeling that everywhere he goes, darkness follows.

She frowns, thinking she’s overthinking things and being paranoid. She picks up her purse and pays the tab, thanking the bartender for his service. She ignores the wolf whistles coming from the men in the bar as she makes her way out, grabbing her car keys as she opens the door.

She’s about to open the door to her car as she sees the reflection of the man in the car window, making her jump and drop her keys.

“Did I scare you, Y/N?” Crowley smirks. She doesn’t even have the time to process the fact that he knew her name before she finds herself in a totally different place.

She looks around, the man that was once with her in the parking lot now holding on to her wrist as he drags her through the dark corridors. She looks around in fear and starts hyperventilating, her mind running a million miles an hour.

Crowley tightens his grip on her wrist as he drags her towards the room, not caring how much she is resisting. He doesn’t care that she’s scared. The only thing that he cares about is the look on Lucifer’s face when he sees her, and how he will react to knowing he’s got his soulmate as captive.

“Luci, we’ve got company.” Crowley says in a singsong voice, throwing Y/N into the room.

Lucifer looks up from behind the bars, unsure of what Crowley is talking about. He sees him throw the woman into the room; she looks terrified, and immediately Lucifer feels bad for the woman.

He becomes confused as to why he felt badly for the woman he didn’t even know- he doesn’t feel bad for anyone. He doesn’t give a shit about anything except himself. But the helpless, scared look on her face was enough to make to make even his heart melt. He didn’t even know he had a heart until he saw her.

“Aha, gotta love company.” Lucifer smiles his signature smile.

“Who are you? Why am I here?” Y/N’s voice came out quiet and weak. She was standing in the middle of the room, Crowley standing in the doorway to her left and Lucifer behind the bars to her right.

“Oh, sweetie, I apologize for him. He’s always been a bit rude to houseguests.” Lucifer says condescendingly, hoping to get underneath Crowley’s skin. He’s not going to let anyone break him, not even this mysterious woman in front of him.

“I’m Crowley. King of Hell.” Crowley closes the door, stepping into the room and going to sit on his chair. Ah, his signature chair. He loves sitting in that chair, it makes him feel powerful. Especially when he can sit there and see Lucifer caged up right next to him, helpless. “And that over there, well, that’s the Devil.”

Y/N thought she was going to pass out. First, she’d kidnapped from a bar by a strange man, who claims to be the King of Hell? And now she’s locked up in a room with not only him, but someone he is introducing as the Devil? This was too much for her. She starts pacing the room, pinching herself in several spots on her body. This must be a dream.

“The Devil is a bit of a harsh name, if you ask me.” Lucifer pipes up. “But, I second her question, Crowley- what is the poor woman doing here?”

“You didn’t feel it yourself?” Crowley feels himself pause. Lucifer should have felt the instant connection the moment she stepped into the room. Angel can sense their soulmates much more acutely than humans. Crowley clenches his jaw, thinking he might have messed up and grabbed the wrong girl, before he notices the change in Lucifer’s face. It was only a split second, but it was enough for Crowley to know. He felt it.

Lucifer’s face dropped the minute Crowley said that. He had felt it, he knew. He knew why she was here, and he knew why Crowley was acting so smug. That woman standing there, that was his soulmate. He could feel the connection between them, his immediate liking to her.

“Oh, Crowley,” Lucifer laughs. “You really thought a girl could get under my skin? You’re dumber than you look, and that’s saying a lot.”

“Now, Lucifer, you of all people know the power of soulmates. Don’t try and act like this woman isn’t affecting you, dog.”

Y/N was seriously on the edge of passing out. Soulmates? To her, soulmates aren’t even a real thing. It’s just a fairytale, the things that moms always tell their little girls about.

“What am I doing here?” She repeats again. No one responds to her.

“She means nothing to me.” Lucifer insists.

“No?” Crowley asks in an unbelieving tone. He grabs Y/N, pulling her back into his chest and placing his knife across her neck. She starts to choke back tears, terrified that he was going to kill her. She tries to go and speak, but with a snap of Crowley’s fingers, her voice was gone.

“So you wouldn’t mind if I sliced her neck?” He dragged the knife slowly across her neck, not putting enough pressure to cut her, but that could easily be changed.

Lucifer wanted to get out of that cage that moment and turn that knife around, stabbing it into Crowley’s neck instead. Or, if he had his power, just simply snap his fingers and snap his neck. Anything would do at this moment. Seeing her standing there with a knife to her neck, terrified and crying, was not a sight Lucifer wanted to see.

But his pride gets in his way, and he refuses to let Crowley see how this bothers him.

“Do you realize who I am?” Lucifer seethes his teeth from behind the bars. “Nothing and no one can get to me. I’m the one who people run away to their mommies for. I’m the big, bad monster. A measly woman is not going to do shit for me.”

Crowley calls his bluff and presses the blade slightly deeper into Y/N’s neck, making blood start to flow out of the wound. He allows her voice to come back so Lucifer can hear her screams.

“Stop it!” Lucifer screams, not being able to take it any longer. His eyes start to glow red from the anger inside of him. “Stop fucking touching her!”

Crowley smirks, pulling the knife away from her as he allows her to drop to the floor.

“Bingo.” Crowley says. He’s about to say something else before his phone rings, earning a groan in response. “Sam and Dean. Always needing something.” And with a snap of his fingers, he’s gone.

“Y/N, come here.” Lucifer calls out from the cell.

“No, don’t come anywhere near me.” She’s scared, and holding her neck to keep pressure on the wound. It’s not very deep, but it’s enough to make blood drip down onto her shirt.

“I want to make sure you’re okay.” Lucifer sighs. Y/N is hesitant, but crawls over to where he is. He looks at her neck, placing his fingers on it, earning a wince from her.

“Didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Who are you?” Her voice comes out shaky.

“I thought that was made clear.”

“You’re-“

“Lucifer?” He asks. “Yes.”

“But how can you… How?”

“There is a lot you don’t know, Y/N. This world, it’s not what you think.”

“Uh huh…” She wasn’t sure how to respond. This was a lot to take in. “And… soulmates?”

“Everyone has someone.” Is all he responded.

“And you’re my someone?”

“Seems so.”

“Okay.” She tried to pinch herself again.

Lucifer didn’t know what to do. He has never felt compassion or anything or anyone in his life until this girl. He’s not sure how to act around her. All he knew was that he wanted to help her. She can’t handle this.

“Y/N, I need you to do something for me.”

“Okay.”

“I want you to grab that key that’s on the desk right there. Open that door and get out of here. There isn’t any demons standing guard. You can find your way out. When you get out, I need you to do something else for me. I have followers, people who well help you. Pray to Abraham, tell him that I sent you. Tell him to wipe your memory.”

“I don’t-“

“Just do it!” Lucifer yelled. He felt the overwhelming sense to protect her, to keep her safe. If she knew about any of this, remembered this, she’ll think she’d gone crazy. Any normal human would.

“O-okay.” She stuttered, fear rising inside of her from him yelling. She walked over to the table, grabbing the keys and opening the door.

“How are you going to escape?” She asked him, pity in her eyes. He was helping her and she didn’t want to leave him.

“I can handle myself. Leave, now.”

Y/N closes the door behind her. She runs through the hallways, barely able to see from the lack of lighting. Eventually she finds a door that leads to the outside, and she sighs in relief, happy to be out of there.

“Abraham?” She says oddly. A part of her feels like this was just some big joke someone was playing on her. She felt extremely ridiculous praying to an angel. “Lucifer sent me.”

She stood there for a few minutes before shaking her head, thinking that she was going insane. She was about to walk away, run and find a road before a man appeared in front of her.

“You prayed to me. Lucifer sent you?” The man, presumably Abraham, asks her.

“Yeah,” She could barely believe your eyes. This night was getting crazier by the moment. “He, uh, he wanted you to wipe my memory. Something about being his soulmate, saying he wanted to protect me.”

“You’re her?” His eyes widened, and he immediately rushed over to her side. “What exactly were his orders, miss?”

“He wanted you to wipe my memories of the night.”

“Where were you before this?”

“A bar. Thaxton’s.”

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Y/N stands in front of her car, confused as to why she is just staring at the window and not opening her car door. She looks down, noticing her car keys are dropped on the ground. She frowns and picks them up.

The time on her phone said it was almost eleven at night, making Y/N’s eyes widen. ‘Had I really been in there that long? I’ve got a test tomorrow!’ She thought to herself, not knowing where the time went.

“I’ve had too much to drink.” She mumbles to herself.

And just like that, she gets into her car and drives away, not remembering a thing.

Demolition Lovers

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*Sam-centric

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Sam looked over at you. You looked beautiful, hair gently curled. The vibrant red lipstick stuck out against your pale skin, washed out by the lights. Your eyes shadowed and lined darkly, causing your irises to sparkle even more than usual.

It was hard for him to believe that the two of you had come this far, had spent so many long nights preparing for this.

The bank loomed ahead of you; the passers-by didn’t seem to realize what was about to happen.

“You ready?”

You looked up at Sam and nodded, hand dropping to the gun on your waistband. “Let’s go.” You stepped forward, only to be stopped by Sam reaching for your arm.

“Before we go… I just want to let you know… I’m glad we’ve done this together. I love you.”

You smiled up at him. “I love you, too. But you’re making this sound like a ‘final’ speech. We’re going to outlive this.”

Sam wasn’t so sure, but he nodded.

“See you on the other side… partner.”

The two of you ran into the bank, guns firing into the ceiling. But before you could get the bags of money from the tellers, an off-duty cop pulled out his gun and fired multiple rounds into the two of you, blood splattering.

Commotion filled the bank as the policeman ordered everyone out. You and Sam laid on the ground, blood pooling around you.

With your last bit of strength, you slowly reached over and took Sam’s hand in yours.

“I’m… glad… we’re… together,” you muttered, blood trickling from your mouth. “I… love… you.”

Sam smiled at you, watching the light disappear from your eyes.

‘Together forever,’ he thought to himself as the world went dark.

After a few moments of silence, the auditorium erupted with applause.

The lights came back up and the rest of the cast took their bows, careful not to step on you or Sam. Then, when everyone was in place, you and Sam stood, stepping to the front of the stage. You grabbed hands and took your bows, the thunderous applause showing just how much they liked the performance.

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“Well, I have to say, that was a lot less stupid than I thought it was going to be.”

“Gee, thanks, Dean,” you said with a slight roll of your eyes.

Dean clapped his hand on Sam’s shoulder. “A lot better than that crappy Our Town show you did in high school.” Dean grimaced slightly upon finding his palm sticky with fake blood. “What do you say we go get some celebratory beers? After you clean yourselves up, that is.”

“We’ll be out in a few minutes,” you said, leading Sam back to the dressing rooms.

“Good show,” Sam said once the two of you reached the rooms.

“It was. The audience loved it.”

“Listen… I just want to thank you. For getting me to audition. This was really fun.”

You smiled. “Of course, Sam. I’m glad you went through with it. Maybe you can make this a regular thing. You were good.”

Sam laughed. “Well, part of that was because of you. I had to push myself to your level.”

“Well, there’s no one else I’d rather rob banks with.” You popped up on your toes and pressed a kiss to Sam’s cheek. “Go get cleaned up. Dean’s probably getting antsy out there. And make sure you clean that stage makeup off!”

“Only if you keep yours on.”

My Mate (Bonus Chapter 3)

Title: My Mate

 Summary: Did you know angels need mates?  Yea, like angelic married…mates.  And sometimes, this heat-like phase takes over where they have to mate, like their biological clock starts ticking.  Well, that is what has happened, and that is how Lucifer wound up in the bunker, his grace fading as he calls out for a mate.  Luckily, the Winchesters are friends with a hunter who is willing to help out.  

 Warnings: none?  Minor injury I guess…

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Bonus Chapter 3—requested by MagicalsPowerDearie

 “Do we have all the snacks?”  

“Check.”

“Beds made, spare blankets, toys…first aid kit?”

“…do you really think we are going to need the first aid kit?”  

Sam looked up to his brother as they put the finishing touches on the final room.  “I don’t know, Riley said we would need it, so I figured we might as well have it on hand.”

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Imagine being a witch that was injured and Lucifer decided to nurse you back to health

Sorry if this sucks. I don’t know if this’ll be okay for your request dear, but here it is @winchestergirl-13
italics are thoughts

You were there, helping the Winchesters with a case that required more help than just n angel and demon. They needed someone who could get in this little group and be welcomed. Well that part went according to plan, but then all of  sudden, the coven was throwing spells every which way, and you couldn’t duck in time so you were hit with at least two different spells. Your eyes got wide and you sstumbled backwards and hit the wall, which you then slid down and passed out.

When you finally woke up, you were in a room that you didn’t recognize. But then, all of a sudden in front of your face was Lucifer which made you let out a small shriek at the surprise. He stumbled away when you pushed him. You sat up and looked around.

“It’s alright. You were hit by some pretty nasty spells and I fixed you up. This is my own private little place that no one else knows about. So, I would appreciate it if you didn’t tell the Winchesters what it looks like. And you are almost completely healed up, but now that you’re awake, you can start eating some food.” He said softly. He turned and grabbed a tray that was sitting on a dresser and put it in front of you. It was some chicken noodle soup, crackers, and some ginger ale sitting there.

How thoughtful. I would’ve thought he’d be different

“I know. Most people think that too. Not that there’ve been that many people with me like this, but you know.” He said, grinning at your widened eyes.

“Well, that must be interesting, hearing everybody’s thoughts.” You say cheekily.

“It certainly is.” He replied.


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  • sam: *walks into a bar*
  • dean: *ducks*