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To Become A Hunter [4]

*The Final Chapter*

Previous parts

Characters: Dean Winchester, Winchester sister!reader, John Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jess Moore [mentioned briefly]

Words: 2900+

Warnings: Violence, a bit of a language, John’s A+ parenting, implied verbal/physical abuse, sort of bad mental health (I don’t really know how to describe it)

A/N: We made it to the last part! Thank you all so much for reading this & all the nice comments <3 So, it might seem odd to post two parts within two days, but it’s just because I promised you last week to post the finale early this week. And then it turned out to be so long that I had to split it into to two, and I didn’t want you to feel played, so I decided to do it like this, to sorta keep the promise :)

Originally posted by hallowedbecastiel

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

(I’m out of John fitting GIFs)

Not my GIF

Your name: submit What is this?

”YOU!” Dean screams, his finger threateningly pointing at John, who scrambles to his feet from where he’s sitting, backing away, hands in the air.

You come to a stop, staring at the situation forming in front of you not knowing what to do. On one side is Dean; the older brother who always has looked out for you, and you can tell he’s doing this for your sake. On the other is John; your leader and biological father who you should trust and listen to. Shouldn’t you?

You are frozen. Paralyzed. Your eyes travel to Dean, who’s angrier than you think you’ve ever seen him. His usual bright, gentle eyes glimmer dangerously, and his freckled face is twisted into pure rage.

”What did you do to her!” Dean roars inching closer to John, who continues backing away.

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Supernatural Preference #2 | PDA



Dean was never large on PDA, that is, if he wasn’t jealous or intimidated. He didn’t want anyone looking at you and would make that very evident. If he saw a man flashing you looks at the bar he’d pull you off your bar stool and place you in his lap. If a woman was being a little too flirtatious and started brushing your shoulders with her fingertips, he’d come up from behind you and curl his arms around you protectively, looking the woman in the eyes as he places light kisses on your cheek and the top of your head.


With Sam, it never mattered where you were, if he wanted to touch you, he damn well would. It could be small things, a hand on your thigh under the table or an arm around you in the Impala. But it could also be big things, he would pull you onto his lap or just brush the hair out of your way to get his mouth on your neck. He’d whisper dirty things in your ear to get the two of you out of situations you didn’t want to be in. And that’s all when he isn’t jealous. When he gets jealous he’s always got to have his hands on you. If anyone, ANYONE, so much as checked you out when you weren’t looking he would grab your hips and press your body flush against his own. He’d kiss you and let a small snarl leave his lips as he shot daggers at the poor victim that set him off.


Cas didn’t understand PDA at first. He didn’t understand that touching wasn’t strictly something he had to wait until he got home to do. After he realized that he was allowed to touch you in public, he always did. He’d slip his fingers between yours and look off, trying to be sly about it. Or he’d peck your lips or face quickly and pull away, a blush still painting his cheeks after all these years together.


While Crowley loved to show you off, he wasn’t an extremely touchy man, sure he always had to have his hands on you somewhere. Whether it be pressed on the small of your back as he led you through crowds at extravagant parties, or an arm curled around your waist firmly when he introduced you to his friends, your favorite has to be when he placed his warm, rough hand on you upper thigh firmly under tables. It never failed to make you blush and feel desirable and Crowley knew it. He rarely kissed you in public as he didn’t want to “Give anyone an image of you they could use to pleasure themselves later.” The only real time PDA is allowed by Crowley is in his throne room, where he insists you sit on his lap. On many accounts you would sit and trail your lips along Crowley’s neck and cheeks as he spoke to his servants.


Gabriel honestly couldn’t care less where you were, if he wanted to touch you he was going to. He already spoke freely to you as if no one else was there right in front of the boys. You didn’t mind when it was the sassy sweet talk or the passionate kisses when one of you saves the other during a hunt, but then he’d do things like slide his hand up and down your thighs if he saw another person eyeing you, or he’d whisper dirty things in your ear and start sucking the skin behind your ear. Of course, he’d always stop if you asked but he never seemed to like leaving you alone or not touching you in some shape or form.

It’s an Older Sibling Thing (Part 2): Please Come Home

Characters: Dean Winchester x Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Friend!Reader

Length: 1544+ words

TW: Descriptions of Injuries. Character death. Just sadness and angst all over (I made myself cry writing this tbh)

A/N: There was so many interest in a Part 2, and at first I wasn’t going to write one, but after my exam yesterday, I got into a flow of writing it, and I finished it! Hope you guys like it! Feedback is encouraged!

Part 1

“What the hell, Dean?!” Sam shouted. He had given his older brother the silent treatment from the moment they left the motel weeks ago. But seeing Dean, relaxing on the couch, with a beer in hand, not even fazed that he had kicked out one of their closest friend irked Sam to no end. “What did you say to her?!”

The oldest Winchester rolled his eyes, crossing his arms in defiantly. “I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true.”

“Why’d she leave?”

“Beats me.” Dean shrugged, taking another gulp of his drink.

“She said she understands why you kicked her out,” Sam said in a more quieter tone, changing his tactics.

“Good. At least she knows she was a selfish-” 

“Dean!” Sam exclaimed, shocked that his brother would say such things about someone who they were close friends with.

“How can you not be angry?” Dean asked. “Because of her, you were hurt, Sam! It’s my job to protect you, and she was in the way of that.”

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” 

Dean scoffed.

“She didn’t tell the demons anything. You think the demons haven’t picked up a few things from us?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Dean asked, his eyes narrowing in curiosity.

“They only kidnapped Y/N for her phone. They used the same tactic as we do when we’re tracking someone- all you need is a phone number.”

“Son of a bitch.”

“Yea. You fucked up, Dean. Whatever you said to her, you fucked up.”


“No. Fix this, Dean. I was my sister back.” Sam shook his head, walking away to his room. 

“Sist- What?”

The hazel-eyed man stopped, turning his slightly around to look at his brother’s confused face. “She’s always been family to us- to me at least. And you kicking her out like that doesn’t change that.” 

“Dammit,” Dean cursed under his breath, watching his younger brother walk away. “Fuck.” He closed his eyes tightly, trying to think of ways to fix his mess.

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Liability (Part 1)

A/N: FINALLY posting something. This is based off a recent even that happened in my life and I kinda needed to write it all down…let me know what you think! Especially since I haven’t written in forever! 

Dean x Reader, Sam, Jody, Claire

Word Count: 1000+

Warnings: Angst, Swearing

The two of you had avoided each other for weeks.

What went from hurtful words spewed at you in the heat of the moment, to you needing time, which then eventually led to the art of stonewalling that the two of you perfected in. And now here you were with this awful knot in your throat, your mind curled in on itself, two hands firmly holding the steering wheel, driving in the middle of buttfuck nowhere. You couldn’t even remember what the two of you had been arguing about in the first place, but the overwhelming sense of not being of any use to him, of being an inconvenience, a liability, was enough to have you putting as much distance as you possibly could from Lebanon, Kansas.

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Comfort and Peace

Comfort and Peace
Pairing: God!Chuck x Reader
Word Count: 2,363
Warnings: angsty, swearing, fluff, pregnancy
Authors: Sam
Request: Anonymous — Hi! Could you write a God!Chuck x reader? The reader & him were kind of together before he left. Weeks after Chuck’s disappearance, Y/N discovers she’s pregnant. When Chuck comes back, he asks for her but she retired from hunting, simply helping from time to time. So the boys call her to come, Chuck explains all, but Y/N ignores him & don’t want to tell the child is his…. end is yours! Angsty & fluffy, do as you please.
A/N: Hey guys! I know it’s been a while since I’ve written anything. I hope that you guys like this! I do want to say, I changed a little bit of the request around because I felt that it would work better. It still incorporates a lot of what is asked for, just a little less detail on some things.


*Flashback (5 years earlier)*

You sat there legs sprawled out on the floor as your back rested against the cabinet in the bathroom at Bobby’s house. At the moment in time, you know four things were for certain: 1.) The love of your life, Chuck Shurley, has disappeared without a word and/or trace; 2.) The world was ending because of the apocalypse, great timing; 3.) It was your birthday; and 3.) Welp, the little stupid pee stick that you held in your hand indicated that you were pregnant with said love of your life.

Your emotions were running wild, something that wasn’t typical for you. It was early in the morning and you had been sick again for the second week in a row in the mornings. You never really thought about it. It never occurred that you could have been pregnant until the morning sickness was getting more persistent. Then out of no where, Chuck disappeared. You sat there contemplating how you were going to explain to the boys and Bobby, AGAIN, why you couldn’t go on another hunt.

“What the hell am I going to do?” you cried quietly by yourself with many difficult decisions that you were now going to face alone.


*Present Time (5 years later*

You stared outside of the window in your house as you reminisced of that day 5 years ago. That was the last day you ever went on a hunt. You knew what you had to do, and it was the best decision of your life. It was difficult to give up hunting, so instead you’ve helped here and there whenever you could.

The thoughts of that day were cut off by the sound of little pitter patter of feet running toward you. You felt that spark and comfort you got each time his little fingers pulled on yours. You looked down to see a little blue-eyed, dark curly haired boy, grinning at you with his 2 front teeth missing. This little boy was the pride and joy of your life, and you named him Robby, short for Robert, after Bobby Singer, who was like a father figure to you.

“Momma,” he tugged on your hand, “When are we gonna go see Uncle Dean, Uncle Sam, and Uncle Casshiel?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his inability to say Cas’s name. Even though you weren’t hunting anymore, you spent a lot of time with Sam, Dean, and Cas. Thankfully, the three men have become surrogate father figures to Robby over the years, and you were happy about that.

Your hand ruffled his head as you bent down, “We’ll head over in a little bit. Are you excited for your birthday party?”

“Yayy! Yes I am! Guess what Mommy?!” he was very eager to tell you what was on his mind. “Uncle Casshiel said that I can play with his wings if I’m careful because I like how soft they are,” he squeed with joy.

That was one of Robby’s special gifts. He could see the wings of other angels. There were also times that if you were scared or felt threatened, a simple touch of the cheek from Robby and you felt comfort and peace. You never understood why this happened. It confused everyone around you that you were close with. Even with all the research and resources you had in the bunker, no one could provide an answer as to why your son had the effect he did on others.


You drove in your Dodge Ram truck, playing some music and letting Robby “rock out” to the music that Dean gave him. The moment that you pulled up to the bunker and stopped the truck, Robby jumped out and giggled his way to the entrance and through the doors.

You chased after your energetic little boy quickly around the corners of the bunker and into the library, “Slow down you goof! You don’t want to get hur—“

As you rounded the corner, Robby halted in his tracks, but then immediately came to your side and grabbed your hand. He tugged at your hand. You were confused because you knew he always ran to Cas the moment he got there. That’s when you looked up and a wave of emotions flowed through you. They ranged from pure anger, confusion, betrayal, and a broken heart. They all flooded back to you from 5 years ago. There stood the man, the love of your life, who left without a word. You were too concerned with your emotions, but eventually were pulled back to reality by Robby who tugged even harder at your hand.

“Mommy?” he questioned curiously.

You bent down to your little boy, looking into the similar colored eyes as his father who was across the room from you. You attempted to hold back the tears that you felt well up in the corner of your eyes, but you smiled through them.

“Who is the man over there?” he pointed with his finger in a quite voice like a typical 5 year old would.

You smiled and rubbed his cheek, “Jut an old friend baby, it’s okay.”

You really wanted to say to him ‘That’s your asshole father who abandoned us before you were born,’ but you decided against it. Because deep down, you always wanted Robby to have a relationship with his dad, even though Chuck didn’t know Robby was his child.

Robby let go and ran over to greet Chuck like he did with any stranger. In that way, he was very much like you, a people person. He grabbed Chuck’s hand, pulled him down to his height, and began to shake his hand.

“Hi! I’m Robby! It’s my birthday! Want to be my friend?” he gleamed with a proud smile on his face.

Chuck smiled and chuckled with confidence in his tone. That was different. There was something definitely different from the Chuck you knew 5 years ago who would’ve acted awkward. Now, there was a difference about his presence and you couldn’t put a finger on it.

“Hi Robby! I’m Chuck! Happy birthday! Of course I’ll be your friend little guy!” Chuck responded with a glowing smile.

“Yay!! More friends for my birthday!” he squealed with excitement. Just as his mind does, he jumped over to Cas to pull him into another room. “Come on Uncle Casshiel! Let’s go play!”

“Okay Robby, but we have to be careful,” Cas’s voice trailed off into the halls of the bunker.

You realized that you hadn’t moved in the last few moments of the conversations that had been held. You walked closer to the three men and faced them.

You glared at the two men who towered over you and Chuck, glaring at them both.

Chuck looked at you with those sweet, blue eyes that you fell in love with years ago, “Y/N,” he spoke gently.

You held your hand up and stopped him. “No. Screw you. I don’t know why the hell you are here, but I don’t even want to hear what you have to say,” you yelled with force behind your voice as if you were scolding your own child.

Sam came up next to you and placed his hand on your shoulder. Normally you would accept the gesture from your brother-like friend, but this time you shrugged off his touch. “Sam stop…” you spoke gently.

“Fuck no…” you said angrily, “Today is my son’s birthday… I’m not letting this ruin today. I’m going to get ready.” You walked away to the kitchen to prepare the food and cake. This was NOT how you anticipated today to go at all.

“She’s never going to forgive me…” Chuck sat down and buried his face in his hands.

“Well, you sort of left her…” he paused momentarily, “us.” Clearly Dean was still angry with Chuck’s sudden return, but knew he would had reasons.

“Give her some time… She will need it, and then you can tell her. However, it may be better to keep a distance when everyone comes over today,” Sam suggested with empathy in his voice.

Chuck nodded and struggled with his emotions of wanting to grab you and hug you, but knowing it would ruin everything.


The day flew by, and surprisingly, the party went really well. Much to your surprise, even though Chuck was around, you still didn’t allow that to ruin your day. Even though you were still angry, once everyone started to show up, you forgot about the whole thing once you saw how happy Robby was with his friends, the party, and his gifts.

The two of you sat on the couch, relaxing from the running around and eating all day. Sam, Dean, and Das offered to clean up everything and to let you two relax. Robby had his head on your lap as you stroked his curls gently. He was slowly falling asleep in the mini trench coat that Castiel got him and the Batman shirt that Dean got him. It made you smile with the thoughts that your son was truly loved by many.

You looked up and saw a figure come from the corner of your eye. Chuck sat diagonal to you in the chair next to the couch. Without a word, he sat there and just watched you caress Robby’s hair as he fell into a slumber. There were so many things you wanted to say like go away, but when Chuck was around, his presence, it brought you peace and comfort, just like Robby. Even when you were angry.

The silence was lingering and began to get under your skin, you couldn’t take it anymore. “What do you want?” you glared at him, but your wall was breaking, it always did with him around.

“I just want to talk. Explain. Ask questions…” he trailed off looking into your eyes. They captivated you each time you looked into them.

You rolled your eyes. This was everything you wanted 5 years ago. For him to come back and explain everything. Now, now you just wanted to live your life, even though you were still in love with him. You couldn’t find the words, though they were as simple as ‘okay.’

“He’s beautiful… Definitely a special little boy…” he stated with that questioning look on his face. You knew that face. He was thinking seriously about something.

“Y/N… Robby’s… 5 right?” he questioned.

You felt the lump in your throat and the knot in your stomach. “Yes.” You didn’t really want to have this conversation right now, but had a feeling it was going to happen anyways.

The two of you looked into each others eyes, allowing him to read you. That’s when it hits him. His eyes widen and you can see tears in his eyes.

“He’s… mine… Isn’t he?” his voice quivered, but you saw a small smile on his face.

There it was. He got it. You couldn’t speak, so you nodded as you felt the tears coming down your cheeks now, warm and hot.

Chuck moves next to you on the couch, and at first you tensed up, but the moment his hand went to your knee, there again was that comfort and peace.

You turned your head to look at Chuck as he began to speak. “Y/N. I left for a reason. There’s no other way to say this, but… I’m God. I left because it was the apocalypse and I needed to go into hiding. I needed to protect you… and our son…”

The first thing that came out of your mouth was a whole-hearted laugh, but you had to remind yourself that Robby was sleeping on your lap. “You’re shitting me right? God? No. You’re a prophet Chuck. Seriously. How cute,” you said with annoyance. How could he just say shit like that?

“I’m telling you the truth Y/N. I am. Have you noticed any of Robby’s powers or special gifts?” he asked, knowing the truth now that he figured out Robby was his son.

Stunned, your jaw slightly dropped. Unless the boys said something, which you were sure you didn’t, you weren’t sure how Chuck knew that.

“How —“ Chuck cut you off as he noticed Robby began to stir and sit up.

You moved slightly so Robby could stand in the from of you. Rubbing his eyes, the young boy began to yawn and talk, “I can see Daddy’s wings, Mommy. They’re pretty.”

Shocked at the words that came out of your son’s mouth, there was no way he actually heard the conversation that you and Chuck just had. Yet, he still called him Daddy, and said that Chuck had wings.

Before you could say anything else, Robby touches your cheek with his hand and touches Chuck at the same time. Within moments, you see his eyes glow bright blue and you look over at Chuck and see his wings, and your son’s. Both similar in color, both stunning and beautiful. White gold, flickers of many colors between each movement.

“Holy… shit…” there really weren’t any other appropriate words that could have came out of your mouth.

Robby moved his hands and their wings disappeared. He smiled with his toothless grin as he looked between you and Chuck. “Mommy, Daddy isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.”

Chuck’s one hand grabbed yours. This was his way of showing you that it was true. “I love you, Y/N. I will take care of you both, I promise. I need you in this life. Please,” he cupped his other hand against your cheek, calming you instantly.

Tears rolled down your cheek and you nodded. “I love you too, Chuck.” Deep down, you know it would take time for things to get better, but this was supposed to be your family and future all along. He pulled you in for a kiss, and it felt perfect.

“EWWW!” Robby groaned in the front of you as he covered his eyes and stuck out his tongue.

You and Chuck laughed, looking into each other eyes, then to Robby, and that’s when you felt that comfort and peace wholly, knowing it would really be ok.


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12x16: Ladies Drink Free

Aubrey’s Challenge: Write a fic about each episode in season 12.

Word Count: 1441

Version en Español

Why had you packed your headphones away in your duffle that was in the trunk? Why did you think that you could handle being polite and actually be nice to the Brit sitting next to you? And why in the world were you listening to a stupid podcast? Why wasn’t Dean blaring his music to drown out the stupid educational crap?

If this stupid podcast didn’t end soon, you just knew that your brain was going to explode from utter annoyance and boredom.

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jealousy preference: TFW&Crowley


If Dean is jealous, you’ll know.

He will stand beside you, arm around your waists and asking questions, making sure to use the word babe.

“Who’s this babe?”

“You okay, babe?”

If the guy still doesn’t take the hint, he’ll kiss you, making sure he looks at the man as he does so, maybe even shooting a wink at him.

If he still doesn’t listen, he’ll get physical.

He’d push the guy against the wall, his arm across the man’s throat and start speaking in a low threatening tone, making sure you can’t hear what he says.

Originally posted by helpimanspnfan


Sam rarely gets jealous, and if he does it’s for a good reason.

When he does get jealous, he’ll walk over and hold your hand, giving the man a polite, forced smile with a threatening look in his eye.

They would usually back off at that look, since they don’t want to mess with the gigantic moose man.

If they don’t, Sam will stand as tall as he can, and attempt to look more menacing, while still having your hand in his.

Originally posted by itsokaysammy


Cas doesn’t really know what to do when he is jealous. He’s new to the concept so he would just stand awkwardly, shuffling on his feet, watching the man.

If someone gets too touchy, or making you uncomfortable, eh would have the man pinned against the nearest surface, ready to punch the mana in the face.

When this happened, he would only calm down once the man was cowering on the floor or you stopping him.

He would immediately relax into your touch, and happily follow you outside and back to the bunker or whatever motel you were staying in.


Crowley would be very protective/possessive over you.

He would make sure everyone knew exactly who you belonged to (him of course).

If any man came close to you, he would be beside you in a second, gripping you waist and smirking at the man.

Crowley can be very threatening when he wants to so he would send a long glare at the man, with a daring smirk on his lips making the man leave immediately.

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Don’t say anything

Summary: When Gabriel puts a truth spell on Michael and you’re left babysitting the archangel, a certain truth is spilled.
Word counting: 350 something words.
Pairing: Michael x Reader

Originally posted by lucifersagents

“Okay, if he tries anything…” Dean pointed at you.

“I know, I know.” You interrupted your older brother. “Just go. The sooner you go, the sooner you’re back. Go.”

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Wedding or Not, Here I Come

Pairing: Sam x female reader

Summary: Loving your best friend is a stupid and hard thing to do. Would you be able to allow yourself to let your best friend marry the one they love so they can be happy?

Warnings: heartbreak

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You’re Gonna Be Sore

Title: You’re Gonna Be Sore

Pairing: Reader x Demon!Dean x Soulless!Sam threesome

Word Count: 1,870

Warnings: It’s pure delicious smut guys

A/N: Literally just wrote this in an hour as a study break so sorry about any mistakes!!

“You ready sweetheart?”

Looking between Sam and Dean, a smile tugged at the corner of your lips.

“Bring it on boys.”

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Masterlist Update (5/24/17)

Hey guys! It’s definitely been a while! If you’d like, I wrote a new one shot called “Comfort and Peace”! Check it out! Hope you all like it!


Osric x Reader - In collaboration w/ @crowleysplaythings

Snapchat (1) | Convention Karaoke (2) | Singing Beauty (3) | Moving Fast (4) | What Are We? (5) | The Interruption (6) | Friday Night Surprise (7) |  I Love You (8) | Poetry of Truth (9) | Done Waiting (10) | We Need to Talk (11) | We Belong Together (Completed)

Lucifer x Reader:

Devils Lullaby - Part 1

Devils Lullaby - Part 2

Devils Lullaby - Part 3

Devils Lullaby - Part 4 (Completed Series)

Sam Winchester x Reader:

Swipe Right (series) - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (Completed)

Rob Benedict x Reader:

Surprise - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

One Shots:

Rob Benedict x Reader:

I Fell In Love With My Best Friend

Break Up

Matchmaking Cat


Crowley x Reader:

Prettiest Star

Mark Sheppard x Reader:

Cardio Workout

Mark Pellegrino x Reader:

Damsel In Distress

Chuck Shurley x Reader:

Make It Up to Me

Comfort and Peace

Rob Benedict/Richard Speight Jr./Reader:

Truth or Dare

Mark Sheppard/Mark Pellegrino/Reader:

Role Play

Osric Chau x Reader:

Caution Out the Window

Dean Winchester x Reader:

My Little Princess


Rob Benedict - Dad

Demon hunt - You can’t outrun me.

Pairing : Sam, Dean, Johnny, Anna
Word count : 821
Author : Mel

Going on a demon hunt.

‘She’s Leaving, Dean’ 1 year celebration!

The door to the throne room burst open. “Where is he?” Dean growled, followed in by Sam and Lyle.

“You’ll need to be a bit more specific, Squirrel.” Crowley had long ago given up giving them shit for interrupting his meetings.

“The piece of shit who knocked up my daughter.” Sam answered. “I want him here, now.” All the demons who had been gathered for the meeting gasped, and started murmuring.

“Daddy!” Anna appeared with Johnny. “Please!”

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Love Lasts, part 3


Part 2



You walked out to the living room to find a surprise waiting for you. A handful of Gabriel’s brothers stood around the room, as well as the Winchesters. A banner hung above the room that proclaimed “Baby Girl!” and purple and pink balloons were bouncing against the ceiling.

“Gabriel,” you said with a slight laugh. “What’s this?”

“Your baby shower!” Gabriel stepped over and draped a ‘mother-to-be’ sash over you (as if your giant stomach wasn’t proof enough). “I know these are usually reserved for the ladies, but I did the best I could.”

“This is… wonderful, Gabriel. Really.”

Gabriel led you over to the group, everyone wishing you well and congratulating you. Your husband disappeared for a moment, returning with a plate laden with snacks for you (including the healthy options you were trying to limit yourself to nowadays).

Once everyone had pretty much had their fill, Gabriel pulled your puffy chair out to the middle of the floor. “All right, my lady. Have a seat.”

“Gabriel, what are you doing?”

All of the guests brought their presents over to your chair, surrounding you with boxes and bags. You didn’t really like the spotlight on you, all those angelic eyes staring at you, but the gifts they’d brought were magnificent. You were incredibly touched that Gabriel’s brothers were so thoughtful. (And the Winchesters had gotten you a full line of plaid and flannel baby clothes.)

After the gifts were placed to the side, Gabriel pulled out a few shower games for the guests to play. Surprisingly, Castiel was right on the money with how much ribbon it would take to wrap around your stomach. Sam correctly guessed the most of the answers to the questionnaire about your pregnancy and relationship with Gabriel. And Dean correctly guessed the baby food in unlabeled jars (and nearly threw up when he tasted the mushed peas).

“Thank you, all,” you said. “Really. This little one is already so loved, I can’t imagine what it will be like when she finally arrives.”

“She’ll be spoiled rotten,” Gabriel agreed. “Just the way we always hoped.”


“Are you sure Y/N’s ready for visitors?” Sam asked. “We don’t want to intrude.”

“She’s been home for a few weeks. She’s getting stir-crazy. You’ll be a welcome change.” Gabriel carefully opened the door, peering in. “Good, she’s awake.”

The Winchesters followed the angel into the living room, finding you sitting on the couch, bottle in one hand, baby in the other.

“Hi, boys!” you said, smiling up at them. “It’s so good to see you!”

“You, too,” the boys said. They carefully flanked you, not wanting to jostle the little bundle in your arms.

“Here,” you said, passing your baby and the bottle off to Sam. “Feed her and you’ll be bonded for life.”

“My kind of gal,” Dean said, laughing slightly at his brother.

Sam peered down at the little baby, her honey-colored eyes matching her father’s. “Hey, little one,” he said, carefully holding the bottle to her curved, pink lips. “Nice to finally meet you.”

“How are you doing?” Dean asked. “This is certainly a big adjustment.”

You smiled. “It is. But it hasn’t been as hard as the horror stories would make you think. She eats, she sleeps, she poops.”

“Sounds like Gabriel.”

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, Deano. You’re just jealous.”

“Jealous of a tiny, screaming ball of flesh? No th–”

You signaled to Sam who leaned over and plopped the baby into Dean’s arms. The elder hunter looked incredibly freaked out, but his arms stiffened, holding the baby close to him. “Whoa. Easy there, baby,” he said as she began to squirm slightly. She soon settled, peering up at Dean with a curious expression.

“She likes you,” Gabriel said, smiling down at his daughter.

“Yeah, well… what’s not to like?”

Growing Up With the Winchesters

Part 2 - Meeting the Winchester Brothers

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Words: 1427

Warnings: none

A/N: Sooo here’s part two. This is where the actual story begins so there’s gonna be some more dialogue and stuff. It’ll keep you entertained till I finish the Teddy Lupin x reader I’m working on.

Part 1 here

When you were 16, you met the Winchesters. They stayed sometimes with you and Bobby, when John thought the hunt was too important to have to take care of two kids at the same time, though they weren’t kids. When you first met them, Dean was 17 and Sam 13.

After Bobby introduced you to them and you led them to their room, you went to check on the lasagna you were preparing. It’s not that you cooked all the time, even if you had visits, but Bobby wanted to have a family atmosphere the day you met the brothers. They were like family to Bobby and he wanted you to feel the same way.

“Hey, sweetheart,” you heard a deep voice say from behind. When you turned around, you saw it was Dean. He was walking towards you with the flirtiest smirk ever. Bobby had warned you about the older brother’s tendency to flirt with every human being that possessed boobs, so you weren’t surprised.

“Hey,” you answered innocently with a kind smile on your face, not paying much attention to him but to the food you had just taken out the oven.

“So, what do you say about you and me, snick out late tonight and go watch a movie,” Dean was biting his lip and taking small and slow steps, closing the space between you two. You tried to avoid it but you couldn’t hold it any more. The sound of your laughter floded the kitchen as tears run through your cheeks. You leaned on the kitchen table to avoid falling to the floor leaving a confused Dean standing in front of you. It wasn’t that he messed up or something, it was good and you would’ve probably fall for it if the situation was different. But it wasn’t.

“Bobby! You son of a bitch!” you called within laughs. “He did it, you bastard! Here’s your money!” you said taking 15 bucks from your back pocket and handing them to Bobby. After delivering the cash, you collapse to the ground, grabbing your stomach, which hurt from laughing so much.

“Did he say the ‘sweetheart’ too?” Bobby said imitating Dean and chuckling as you nodded, unable to answer with words and still on the floor. He then looked at a bewildered Dean and explained him the situation. “You see Dean, I love you as my own. I really do, but I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to have one of your one-night stands with her,” he was smiling at the boy, who was very accepting because he respected Bobby and his opinions. “So… we did a little bet. I told her about your m.o. for hitting on girls and we bet if you’d do the same with her. Of course, I won,” he said triumphantly holding the 15 dollars in the air.

“I shouldn’t make it awkward for her. I guess we’re gonna see each other often so I’ll leave her alone,” Dean accepted and helped you get up. “We’ll have to cancel our night out, sweetheart,” he smirked as if he expected you to complain.

“Yep, too bad,” you said. You could’ve been talking about throwing an overdue yogurt and it wouldn’t have changed anything. Of course, you thought he was hot and you didn’t even try to deny it, but you weren’t the kind of girl that throws herself to the nearest good-looking guy.

During dinner, you all chatted normally, though the topic of conversation was monsters and not what you were learning at the moment at school, like an ordinary family’s conversation. It was pleasant and you got to know the boys better and they knew more about you too. Sam, the sweetest of the two, complemented your lasagna more than once during lunch and you loved it every time, thanking him. Dean nodded every time his brother told you how delicious it was, as he had always his mouth full. Not that he cared, but Bobby had scowled him several times for doing so.

“Bobby told me you know about cars,” you told Dean who looked at you curiously. Normally girls wouldn’t talk to him about cars, though you were the first female hunter he met. You were different from others, as your priorities weren’t make up and clothes but saving people from supernatural shit. Your hobbies weren’t going to the mall or gossip but fixing cars you thought were cool at Bobby’s car scrapyard and playing Poker with cocky hunters that thought a little girl like you wouldn’t be able to win.

“Yeah, why?” the older brother asked with his mouth full of food. Bobby looked at him sterny, but the young hunter shrugged him off

“Cause I’ve got my eye on a '70 Dodge Challenger but it doesn’t start and I can’t seem to find the problem. I already painted it dark blue, changed the oil and repaired the distributor and hydraulic converter. I was wondering if you could help me,” you were eager to go and make your new baby start.

“Sure, no problem. I didn’t know you knew about cars,” he tried to hide his excitement and surprise but failed. You chuckled at his expression.

“Oh yeah, (y/n) loves it. She spends all the time searching for cars to fix,” Bobby explained with a grin on his face, showing how proud he was.

After you finished eating you went to your room to change your clothes to ones that could get dirty without you minding about it. You took Dean to the garage where you kept your baby and explained him everything you did and how you did it, just in case you’ve done it wrongly. That was not the case though. Everything was perfect and after inspecting the car, Dean had the diagnosis.

“Dodge here has some cables cut, don’t know why but it’s easy to repair so in a few hours we’ll be able to take him out for a ride,” he was talking like if he was a mechanic himself trying to impress you with his professional tone. You forced him to talk about your car as a he and not a she, threatening not to cook again. He agreed, gritting his teeth, trying to discuss about it but he only got ignored by you about the issue. He glanced at you from time to time to check if you were falling into his game but you were too busy paying attention to your damn car to even look at him. But he then cursed himself as he realized he was feeling jealous of a fucking car.

“Thanks, Dean!” you’ve been attempting to repair it for weeks and you were so excited that now you would be able to drive it, you didn’t realize you were hugging him tightly. “Oh, sorry,” you chuckled nervously as you let go of him and after an awkward silence with nervous snickers from both you, you added, “Well, we should probably start fixing it, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, sure, let’s do it,” your companion was relieved and grateful you could find something to say to end that awkward moment; a task he failed to do himself.

After a few hours, you finished repairing it. You laughed and had a good time after you overcame the awkwardness. Dean told you about some weird hunts he’s been to and you told him about yourself. When the car was ready, you informed Bobby you would be going to take Dodge for a ride with the older Winchester. After Dean named him like that, you both came to the conclusion it was a good name for him.

“You really don’t give a damn 'bout speeding limits, do you, (y/n)?” Dean laughed besides you, as you sped through the dirt streets.

“No, why? Do you?” you asked in a mocking tone, laughing at his expression. He had the most 'are you kidding me?’ face you’ve ever seen.

“No! Are you kidding me?” he said in a dramatic way with a hand on his chest, acting offended by your comment. You kept talking like that, laughing and having a good time until you got bored from driving and went back home.

Back at home, you took a shower and had dinner. You watched a movie with Sam while Dean and Bobby had a beer together talking about God knows what while playing Poker. Your first day with both brothers was better than you expected it to be. You enjoyed every moment and went to sleep with a smile on your face.