Huntress- Part Two: Family Reunion

Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place in S12 E2, so (duh) warning: SPOILERS

Part One
This is going to be a series I write over the course of Season 12 using the episode plot lines to mix on with my own ideas. This parts particularly long btw I got a tad carried away

Wincing, you turned your head in attempt to look away from the sight but your eyes wouldn’t leave his mangled body. Sam Winchester, your Dad was screaming in pain.
You’d only just met him, but in this situation that didn’t matter. It could of been a complete stranger sat in that chair, in some ways it was, but you still wanted them to be okay. You didn’t want to see anyone else get hurt.

 They dragged a blade down his chest, tracing the rips on his shirt. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, throwing his head back and breathing heavily.
Crimson trickled down him from all the wounds they’d abused onto his body.

Control the pain’ Your Mum’s words ran through your brain as you continued to stare in disgust. You willed him on silently, wanting him to stay as strong as he had so far. What was it Ms Watt had said? “No one can withstand that much pain and not break.”.

You swallowed nervously when Toni paused. It was always more worrying when they’d stopped. The Men Of Letters were unpredictable, if nothing else. She smirked and looked between the pair of you. “Let’s see how much family means to you, shall we?” She declared softly, lifting your Dad’s chin with the tip of the blade before wiping it’s bloody sides on his ripped shirt dyed with blood.

She strode over to you as confident as ever. Your wide eyes watch her.
Her hand hit your face. Just once. One clean hit.
“That’s for getting me into this mess” She hissed as though she wasn’t sure whether she should have sad it. “I don’t like getting my hands dirty.” 

You smile politely “And yet here you are.”

“You’d be dead if it weren’t for my orders.”

“Since when do you follow your orders?!” You argue. It came out more loudly and angrily than you’d expected it to.

She smiled coldly before grabbing your forearm, clearly you’d hit a mark. You grunt in pain as her thumb slowly sank into the stitches she’d given you last week from the bullet wound. Her finger nail dug through the wound as remnants of blood trickled down your arm. Painfully slow, she continued until she reached the bone. You screamed in pain and shut your eyes.


“How about now, Sam?” She called over your gasps, tilting her head in his direction but her eyes never left where she applied the agonising pressure.

Control the pain.

You weren’t looking at him but you knew he still wouldn’t say..and rightfully so. You shook your head just to make sure, to reassure him you were on board with it. 

“I wonder how far we can go. Tell me, would you let her die?”

“Leave her alone.” He growled.

Blood and puss spilled out and along your arm. Toni wiped her hand on a flannel by the sink in the room. “I suggest you prepare yourself. What was it your Mother always said? Control the pain.” She grinned, as if amused by your Mum’s words. As if she knew just how much you wouldn’t be able to

“Believe me I’m trying.” You mumble, catching your breath back and staring down at the broken threads. 

“Hey, are you okay?” You Dad asked form the chair he’d been re-tied to. He’d definitely taken the worst of it today. He had done since he’d arrived. And still he wanted to know if you were okay? Of course you were, anyone would be compared to what pain they were putting him through!

You nodded weakly, staring bleakly at the wound she’d opened up again. Returning his concern, you managed a “You?” 

You didn’t see him smile lightly at this. “Yeah.”

“I’m sorry.” You sigh, leaning against the harsh uneven stones behind you.
“It’s not your fault.” He sounded almost amused by the idea. What could a kid have done to make all this happen? 
If only he knew.
“It kind of is…the only reason they’re interested in you is because of me…” You paused, racking your brain before adding “well, and the whole apocalypse thing.”
He chuckled. Despite everything- he chuckled.
”Not that you’re the only one’s to save the world.” You note.
”Seriously?” He sounded curious. Interested in what you had to say- a first for you. It was strange, to be having something close to a conversation in such a position. Tied up. Chained down. And yet talking.
“Seriously, America isn’t the only place in the world you know. Last known apocalypse threat was in Norway.”
“Right, of course.” He nodded, going along with it.

The room fell silent as you watched the sun rise slowly from the cracks in the barricaded doors. It wasn’t too uncomfortable. Just quiet. Neither of you wanted to say or ask much with the cameras recording it all. You knew he had questions, your Mum always told you how you got your never dying curiosity from your father. Hell, you had questions too but what could you possibly ask? Where to start? 
You hoped he would. for you.

“Look, there’s no easy way to ask this, but…did they…did they…kill your Mom?” He asked, his American accent now more dominant than before.

“…Yeah,” You nod, looking up at him for once “If you step out of line they’re not very forgiving.” You sighed.

“I’m sorry-“ He paused but it still sounded as though he had more to say when the door swung open. Your heads turned to see Toni back, she had that mischievous look to her and you didn’t like it one bit.

“Oh go screw yourself.” Sam spat, making you smirk a little.
“Three Winchesters in one room, it must be my lucky day.” 


She dragged in a tall man, his arms chained much like yours only unattached to the wall. He had a leather jacket, shorter hair and loose jeans complete with combats. A Hunter for sure. Flecks of dirt where speckled across his sweating brow and grass-stains smudged his jeans at the knees where the denim had faded.

“Dean?” Your Dad’s face went ashen. You frowned for a second in thought.
“I’m just as pleased to see him as you are.” She dragged him down the steps and connected his chains to the ceiling.
His face was plastered with anger and regret. No doubt regretting his previous actions.
He’d probably landed on the mark just outside the trapdoors. They teleported trespassers in- which would have been nice to know before you’d planned your escape last week. You were originally on the chair in the room, but after that attempt- which, mind you,would have worked if it weren’t for that teleportation symbol- they chained you up.

You look up at the open door, eyeing a possible escape route before turning your attention back to the man: ‘Dean’.

“I thought you were dead.” Sam looked so relieved you would have thought he’d been released.
“I’m not sure that I’m not” His green eyes fell on you but you were already observing him “Who’s the kid?”

You snort quietly: ‘Kid.’

“That’s uh…my uh…daughter.”

You looked away when Dean stared back at you. You hadn’t noticed Toni getting out a new instrument of torture until now. 

Dean’s face fell to a confused and shocked frown as he looked at you.
“How long was I gone?” Dean joked, busying himself with comedy as he struggled to take it in.
“Not that this isn’t a beautiful family reunion or anything, but I‘d love to get back to the main point here.” Toni smiled, her sinister eyes watching the three of you. “Did you know, Dean. Bodies have certain pressure points of intense pain when prodded. There’s the earlobe, under the belt of course, and my personal favourite: just under the eyelid-”

You gave up listening to her ramble on when you heard the quietest of footsteps. You turn your eyes toward the doorway at the top of the steps and see the shadow of someone. The silhouette was perfectly still and armed with a gun.  You tried to rack through names in your mind to figure out who this was but no one made any sense. It couldn’t be Mick could it? The shadow jolted into motion and swung so they were on their side. This time you could see the body. It was a female, dirty blond hair and angry eyes. She wore a jacket over a t-shirt, jeans, and brown boots. And she was staring directly at you. 

You looked back over to Toni who continuing to talk, prod, and demand answers- oblivious. You looked back at the woman and nodded.

She nodded back before cocking her gun and holding it up to the back of Toni’s head. “Get away from my boys.” She spoke coldly and firmly.
Toni turned to face the woman. “Drop it.” She moved her gun to point at the metal rod and then back to her face.

Toni did.

“…Mom?” Your Dad stared in shock at this rescuer. 
“Yeah, I know.” Dean nodded, smirking at his brother.

Toni continued to stare.
The woman stepped forward and kicked her to the floor. “That’s the ground.”
Never lowering her firearm, she stepped backwards and found the keys to your chains. She glanced over to you, as if considering whether she could in fact trust you or not. Without any more hesitation, she tossed them to you and you caught them despite the chains. You unlocked your left, then your right, the cold metal finally falling away from your wrists.

You jumped to your feet, instantly into fight-mode.
Careful to avoid the radius Toni could reach, you stepped around her and unlocked the chains so Dean was free. As you pressed the key into the lock you heard the shouts of the women. A gunshot. Another shout. Punches. A kick.
You tried to drown out the distractions, there could be a gun aimed directly at the back of your head for all you knew at that moment. A millisecond away from death. But you had to free them before you could worry about yourself.
Finally, the chain’s unlocked and you caught a “..Thanks, Kid…” as he raced to join the fight, his hand patting your shoulder for a second as he rushed past. You avoided them and grabbed a knife from the table in the corner to cut your Father free.

Just as expected, Dean and the lady had the upper hand…but Toni slit the palm of her hand with the metal and suddenly the lady fell to the floor. She clasped her hands round her throat and gasped for air. “Stop the spell.” Dean practically screamed.
“If you kill me, you die with her.” Toni smirked, manipulation was something she enjoyed a little too much.
You shook your head, knowing the truth and strode over to Toni, knife still in hand. She watched you, her face becoming more and more worried as you neared. You ignored Dean’s warnings for you to stay back. A small smile crept on your face and only one thought was on your mind: revenge. 

Raising the blade, you stabbed it straight through her palm and into the wall behind her- preventing her from moving any closer. She screamed in pain and thrashed her free hand out to try and punch you. You blocked with ease, twisting her hand round until a small crack sounded. She screamed once more.
Revenge? Tick.

“Oi! Leave her” A London accent filled the room. You noted the point of authority he used to hold over you and you shook your head in disbelief before turning round and glaring at him. “Alright.” You greet coldly. 
You step back from Toni at your own accord. Hovering between joining your Father and remaining solo.
You didn’t notice your Dad step towards you.

Mick looked at you with disappointment. He had the audacity to look down at you as iif they were your orders to ignore or as if it was your mission to fail.  He walked over to Toni, pulling your blade from her hand. She cried out. “You had specific orders, Bevell,”
He wiped the blade and set it back down on the table before turning to face your Father, his brother, and his Mother. “I’m sorry about Bevell, Lads. I really am. She’ll be dealt with back in London, trust me.”
You wondered if he meant that or not. You wondered if you could ever trust him again. 

You wondered if you’d ever get the chance.

“And Sam, Y/N’s your problem now. I don’t particularity give a damn whether you want her or not but she’s not use to us anymore…” You look down at this, you’d thought maybe he meant what he’d told you before. Apparently not. 
You were just another tool to gain America’s trust. 

The rest of what he said was what you’d heard him practice a thousand times. You could have listened, but what was the point? You’d learnt the entire speech at this point. You could recite it for him if he was that desperate. But, something told you he wasn’t.

The one thing you’d failed to notice thus far was a stiff figure stood close to Dean. He had a long tan-coloured trenchcoat, white shirt, and blue tie. He looked strangely formal- it suited him.
You looked at the man, who was watching Mick with a small frown on his face. 
Who was he? And why didn’t he look quite right? There was something slightly odd about him that made him different from the rest of you…but what?

When Mike had finished his proposal and left you felt the room fall to silence. How many eyes were on you?
Sighing, you make your way over to the table and open up the draw. Maybe they’d left it behind for you.

“So she’s your…kid?” Dean asked, clearly not picking up on the fact that you didn’t appreciate the use of the word.
“..Uh, yeah. Her Mum was uh, before I met Jess. I had no idea…” Your Dad said what anyone would have said. About how shocked they were to have found out. But you were to busy rummaging through the draws to find it.
Despite the tense atmosphere, you smiled to yourself when you saw it- your Mum’s pistol. She’d left it to you and it was the one thing the Men Of Letters respected as rightfully yours, no questions asked. You checked the ammo to make sure none had been used before tucking it in your jacket and finally looking up.

As suspected, four pairs of curious eyes were on you. You shifted awkwardly, unable to stare back any longer.
“We should get going.” The man who you still didn’t know declared. His voice was deep and gruff, but sympathetic also. 
You were too tired to question anything.
“Yeah, come on.” Dean nodded, steering past you to the stairs and open doorway. The Lady followed. The man in the trench-coat was next. Then your Father.
But unlike the others, your Dad stopped in the doorway.
“You coming?” He asked, smiling encouragingly.
You were taken back by this. After everything, all the vague pieces of information Mick and Toni offered and their obvious associations with you and yet he still wanted you.

“You mean…you actually want me to come?” You ask quietly, finally understanding the feeling of being wanted. A man who you barely new was willing to accept you into his household. Hell, you were even from different countries.
“Y/N,” He took in a deep breath, this was the first time he’d said your name “You’re my daughter..” He stepped down so he was closer to you “Of course I do.”
He tilted his head back slightly to gesture you out of the room “Come on then, let’s go.” His arm loosely held your back as he gently took you away from the room.  

Tag Requests: (NOTE: I’ll be tagging you guys in all the other parts to come unless you tell me otherwise)

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We made it to Week 21! Thank you to everyone who has been recommending fics to me, as well as reblogging/liking the stories on my lists! Keep showing these authors your love! Sorry this one’s a day late, but it’s long so I hope that makes up for it!

There are so many great fics out there that need to be recognized! If you find something you like on this list, be sure to show it the appreciation it deserves with likes, reblogs, and messages to the author! I hope you can find something to enjoy, and remember that if you’d like me to see your work, be sure to tag me in it!

Just a reminder that no all/mostly smut fics will be added. If they’re part of a series I will link non-smut parts.



  • One Jump Ahead by @unefemmedelettres (Reader x Sam) - This was such a great one shot! I love Aladdin, and I was definitely singing the song in my head every time you threw in one of the lines. Your idea was so creative!
  • Thank You by @torn-and-frayed (Reader x Dean) - I both smiled and cried, this was so good! I loved your portrayal of Mary and how you incorporated the scenes from this past week’s episode! Great job and thank you for tagging me!
  • Comfort by @jpadjackles (Reader x Sam) - I loved this so much! It was a great blend of both angst and fluff, and I think you did a fantastic job with how Sam must’ve been feeling after all that with Toni!
  • Monstrous by @deansleather (Reader x Dean) - Another great one shot from you, Madeline! I was really excited when I saw the notification that you’d tagged me in this, and even more excited when I saw the song that went with it! Monster is such a great band, and I think you did a great job tying the fic and the song together! You portrayed Dean’s character so, so well!
  • Tennessee Whiskey by @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog (Reader x Dean) - This was a short little fic that certainly packs a punch! You somehow managed to get my feelings all jumbled up, but I do know for sure that I want to give Dean a hug. Great job!


  • Season 12 Sam Drabble by @littlegreenplasticsoldier (Reader x Sam) - This broke my heart, but I loved every word of it. You did such a great job portraying the pain that poor Sammy’s been feeling so far this season! Sorry I can’t tag you!
  • Cafe Blues by @waywardlullabies (Reader x Sam) - While I can’t personally relate completely with this fic, I loved it a lot. It was wonderfully written and I think that it portrayed (from what I know) what the reader was feeling very well. Great job! This story may be triggering to some, so please read the warnings!
  • Close Every Door by @jotink78 (Reader x Dean) - This was so cool! This fic was so interesting, I loved everything about it. If you write more I’d love to read it!!
  • Deal by @impala-dreamer (Reader x Dean) - Great job on this! I was definitely tearing up there when Dean was laying in the backseat. You’re a great writer! Sorry I can’t tag you!
  • The Monster Inside by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing (Reader x Dean) - I loved this a lot! I could relate a lot with what the reader was doing and, based on my assumptions, how she was feeling. This was really relatable and you did a great job on it.
  • Another Vice by @twofriesshortofhomicide (Reader x Dean) - That plot twist was definitely a curveball! This was definitely angsty, but I enjoyed it thoroughly. You’re a great writer, and this was written really well! 
  • Buried Memories by @torn-and-frayed  (Reader x Dean) - This is definitely my favorite angsty fic of the week. I almost reblogged it right after reading it simply because I couldn’t wait to tell you how much I loved it! You did such a great job on this, I was sobbing by the end. The end was so surprising to me, but I’m glad it turned out the way it did! You did such an amazing job writing this, so thanks for tagging me! This story may be triggering to some, so please read the warnings!

Series Works

Links in the series section are always to the masterlist, or if unavailable, the latest post will be linked.

  • Choosing You by @writingbeautifulmen (Reader x Rockstar!Dean) - I am so excited for this series! The first part was really promising, and I love the antics between Michael, Gabriel, and the rest of the archangel brothers!
  • Worlds End by @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid (No Pairing) - Holy moley, this is a roller coaster ride of a series! It’s definitely something you’ll want to read all in one sitting, but maybe not with the lights out if you’re afraid of zombies. This was such a cool idea, and I’ve had my heart broken so many times so far I’ve lost count. I’m looking forward to the next parts!
  • Roses by @jpadjackles (Reader x Moc!Dean) - This was such an interesting start to a series, and I’m excited to see where you’ll take it! I definitely wasn’t expecting you to use those two little sentences/prompts the way you did. Please tag me in the next part(s)!

Non-Reader Works

Three Men and a Ghost

From this request: platonic TFW oneshot where the reader is a ghost that helps them hunt another ghost that’s in the same place she’s in?


Vacations were supposed to be relaxing.

There’s nothing relaxing about having the roof collapse on you when you’re sleeping, wooden beams and plaster crushing you to death, leaving you to struggle against their weight for hours until the rescue team managed to uncover your corpse.

It had hurt at first, but then your body slowly felt like it was melting away. You felt yourself rising from the ash (or, you know, plaster dust), watching everything sink below you. You watched as the firemen pulled the broken bits of ceiling away, revealing your bloody and dusty body, face a bit mangled from the pressure.

You watched as your body was placed on a stretcher, carted from the room with nothing but a white sheet covering it. You knew you were dead, living in ghost form.

‘I’m probably going to be stuck here for eons,’ you thought as you floated out into the hallway, watching the safety workers examine other nearby rooms. It sucked, yes, but as far as hotels go, this was a nice enough one.

You saw a small child, a girl, peering around the corner at you. She had a strange luminescent quality to her skin and her hair was styled in a way that was not typically seen on a child that young nowadays.

You carefully stepped closer. “Can… can you see me?”

The little girl nodded, her curls bouncing around her face. “Did it hurt?”

You shrugged. “A little, I guess.” You studied her dress– frilly and full-skirted. “How long have you been here?”

“Madame Suzanna says I’ve been here for a hundred and thirty years.”

Almost as long as the hotel itself had been standing.

“What’s your name?”


You held a hand out, wondering if ghosts could physically touch each other. “I’m Y/N.”

The girl slipped her hand into yours, feeling strangely warm, almost like flesh.

“Are there others like us here?”

The little girl nodded again. “I can show you.”


That had been four years ago. You’d grown accustomed to the afterlife here at the hotel. You liked to listen in to the other workers tell stories of thinking they saw a ghost. Occasionally, you would try to help some of the nicer ones, rolling a can of cleaning powder or pushing their cart closer. Your room (after having been fixed and inspected by the safety board) was a hot-spot for thrill-seeking guests and paranormal investigators.

The other ghosts had told you that it really depended on their mood as to whether or not they interacted with the ghost hunters and their equipment. You found yourself following their footsteps– sometimes, you were extremely active, scaring the living daylights out of people. Sometimes, if the hunter seemed particularly arrogant or had a problematic attitude, you were as silent as the grave.

None of the ghosts really ‘haunted’ the guests. Some would play small pranks on them, brush up against them in the hall, but no one was really vicious.

Except for Teddy.

Teddy (named after the great Teddy Roosevelt, as he often bragged about) loved nothing more than to be malicious to the guests, tripping or shoving them, hiding their belongings, dragging them from bed. He was also quite the jackass to the other ghosts, especially little Caroline.

Teddy’s attitude seemed to grow more horrid as the months passed. But things really crossed the line when he gave a little old lady a nearly-fatal heart attack.

‘I hope he gets what’s coming to him,’ you thought, watching as the woman was loaded into an ambulance, her husband clutching her hand. Teddy stood in the landing, watching from the big picture window on the second floor, laughing to himself.


You were hanging around the garden, watching the red and yellow leaves fall from the trees when you felt a small tug on your hand. Looking down, you saw Caroline staring up at you.

“There’s some strange men here,” she said. “They say they’re hunters.”

“Well, it is nearing Halloween,” you reasoned. Paranormal ‘experts’ often popped up around this time.

Caroline shook her head. “Not like those hunters. These men have guns and knives and potions in their bags.”

You followed Caroline into the hotel, walking through the wall in room 407. Three men stood there, two large duffle bags on one of the beds.

“All right,” one of the men said, looking at a piece of paper. “Most of the activity has been on this floor.”

“Including the woman who had the heart attack?” the tallest of the men asked.

The first man nodded. “Room 412.”

“See, Caroline?” you asked. “I told you they were–” You paused, noting the third man, the one who hadn’t said anything. He had a strange glow about him, but you knew he wasn’t a ghost.

And he was staring right at you.


The other two men looked up, turning towards where the third man was pointing in your direction.

“What?” The man apparently named Dean asked.

“Do you not see her?”

“See who?”

“A young woman. And a little girl.”

Caroline gave a small giggle and disappeared through the wall. You saw the men react to the giggle.

“Kid ghosts,” Dean said. “Great. My favorite.”

“She’s gone,” the strange man said. “But the woman is still here.”

“Where?” the tallest man asked.

The strange man stepped toward you, his head cocked to the side. He reached forward and put a hand on your arm.

You felt it.

He turned toward the men. “You honestly don’t see her?”

The men shook their heads. You let down your guard, the special sort of camouflage ghosts had in order to remain hidden when so desired, and watched the men jump back a few feet.

“What the hell?!” Dean asked.

“Who are you?” you asked.

“We could ask the same of you!”

“I’m Y/N. I live here.”

“You mean you… died here?” the taller man asked.

You shrugged. “Living, dying. It’s all the same to me.”

Dean reached forward and pulled a shotgun from one of the bags. He aimed it at you. “Don’t try anything.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I know how to waste a ghost and that’s exactly what I came here to do.”

“The hotel management called you in?”

“We heard about the string of activity here, including what happened a few nights ago to that old woman. We’re here to stop it.”

Your skin bristled at the idea of this man hurting Caroline or any of your other friends. “You’re here for Teddy. He’s the one who caused that.”

“Why should I believe you?”

You realized you didn’t have a good answer. “Teddy is the only vicious one here. Everyone else, myself included… we just give the thrill-seekers and ghost hunters what they want.”

“Again, why should I believe you?”

You paused. “Let me help you find Teddy. I want him gone as much as everyone else. He gives ghosts a bad name.”


“He’s an asshole! I didn’t tolerate them well when I was alive and I’m sure as hell not going to tolerate them for the rest of my afterlife.”

The man who was standing next to you turned to the others. “I think we should trust her. And it would help to have one of their kind on our side.”

Dean finally relented. “Whatever. You so much as say ‘boo’ and I shoot.”

You rolled your eyes. “This way, gentlemen,” you said, disappearing through the bedroom wall.


I couldn’t sleep last night so I just randomly thought of this. It takes place after 12x02 but I kind of didn’t include Mary in it because I just couldn’t figure out a good way for her to be in.  She’ll probably be in the next one if I make a part 2, depending on if you guys like it.  Let me know everyone!  Sorry I’ve been gone for so long but I’m trying to get back in the swing of things!  XOXO

Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader (friendship)

Originally posted by spnsamwinchester

“(Y/N), duck!” Dean’s voice yelled from behind your shoulder and you hit the floor without a second thought. After hunting with the boys for over three years you had grown accustomed to trusting them entirely.  

            Dean’s bullet soared over your head, embedding itself into the shapeshifter’s chest.  Its eyes widened as the silver burned through its skin and into its heart, within moments it was dead.

            You pulled yourself up quickly, dusting the dirt from your jeans and sighing when you saw the way the fabric had ripped open on your knee.  Another perfectly good pair of jeans ruined to the life.

            “You get him?” Sam’s voice echoed from the other end of the house, “(Y/N)?  You okay?”

            “Yeah Sammy, I’m good!” you shouted back, knowing that he doing his best not to come running to check on you, “Dean got him!”

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Requested by @dylanlover24

You sigh, packing the last blade into the trunk and slam it shut, rubbing your wounded arm that your boyfriend Dean patched up. He and his brother stand against the car, both of them with a beer in their hands. Sam moves slightly so you can stand in between him and Dean, and you rest your head on Dean’s shoulder. 

“Y’know,” you say, “I teared up a bit at the end.”

Dean looks down at you, and your eyes meet. He gives you a small smile, then sips his beer. “The whole thing was strange for me. I still don’t believe that ‘we’ have our own- what was it?” 

“Fandom,” you answer. 

“I can’t get over that name, ‘CasDean’? I couldn’t stop laughing when I heard it,” Sam chimes in, smiling at his brother.

Dean gives him a death glare. “Shut your face.”

You and Sam laugh as you punch Dean’s arm playfully. Your boyfriend smiles down at you, kisses your head, and offers you the rest of his beer, which you don’t hesitate to take from him.

“I gotta watch the alcohol, since I’ll be driving. Get drunk all you want, Y/N.” says Dean, going around the car to get in the driver’s seat.

Sam laughs at this, getting in the front seat. “Since when do you ever say ‘I gotta watch the alcohol’?”

Dean doesn’t reply, he only starts the engine and waits for you to get in the back seat. You sit in the middle, unbuckled. You hold the ice cold beer, half full, and proceed to talk the Winchesters’ ears off, like always. Before the car starts moving, you lean over the seat to give Dean a sloppy kiss on the cheek, and when you’re comfortably seated again, he puts the car into drive and speeds away.

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Warnings: Implied smut!!
A/N: Let me know if you guys want to have a full one-shot of this with smut for halloween!

“I just don’t get it,” you frowned after taking a bite from your burger. Dean rolled his eyes and Sam sighed as they kept eating.

“You guys hunt monsters and yet you hate Halloween? That’s the ultimate paradox,” You took another bite and shook your head, still not getting over the fact that the Winchester hate your favorite holiday.

“Seriously? What’s not to get?” Dean started, whipping his mouth with his napkin, “our lives are basically Halloween 24/7,”

“Yeah,” you cut him off, “but you don’t dress up every day of the year like a ghost, or cat or,” you smirked wickedly and wiggled your eyebrows suggestively, “a sexy nurse.”

Sam frowned and opened his mouth to say something, but Dean stomped on his foot.

“Hey?” Sam exclaimed, but Dean only leaned forward with his chin on his elbow, his burger long forgotten,

“Is that your costume this year? ‘Cause I could get into that,” his voice dropped and little and Sam sighed and shook his head. You turned to him with a smirk that said everything he needed to know. You stood up and put the napkin on your empty plate,

“I think I’m gonna head to my room early, goodnight,” your eyes moved from Sam to Dean, who ran his tongue over his lower lip. As you walked out of the diner, you could feel his stare on you and before walking out, you shot him another look; your eyes silently giving him an open invitation. Now all you had to do was play the waiting game.


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Murphy’s Law

I wrote this for @faegal04’s birthday celebration challenge, and it’s a continuation of Popping the Cork. @schwarzwaelder-kirschtorte gave me this amazing idea (even though I altered it a bit), and I just knew I had to do something with it.

Also, I would like to wish @oriona75 a very happy birthday (tomorrow) with this.

Certain deaths have been ignored, because I can.

To those who don’t know, Murphy’s law states that everything that can go wrong, will go wrong.  

Word count: 4463 

It started with only a few weeks to go. The climate in the bunker shifted slightly with the day approaching so fast, and even the monsters seemed to know something was about to happen, because there wasn’t a case in sight. Not that they would have taken one anyway. Dean wouldn’t have it, claiming it was too risky, and he didn’t want to ruin anything.

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The Gift

Title: The Gift

 Prompt: This story was written as a birthday gift to the wonderful @percywinchester27.  You said your favorite characters were Sam, Dean, and Charlie…why not have them there for your birthday?!  HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! :D 

 Summary: Dean, Sam, and your best friend Charlie decide to celebrate your birthday.  

 Warnings: none?   

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 “I should’ve woke her up alone…”  You heard Sam mumble as you laid there with your eyes closed.  You had just woken up a moment ago, but still had yet to actually move.  You didn’t want to move…you were comfy.

“Yea…and if you would have done it…she never would have gotten out of bed!”  You another voice whisper.  You knew that voice…whose voice was that?

“Shh…guys you are going to wake her up!”  That was Dean…no doubt there, that was Dean.

You could hear some shuffling of feet and you let out a sigh…what were these guys up to?  A soft hand pushed your hair from your face as you heard Sam whisper to you.  “Ana? Ana, baby, wake up.”  

You took a deep breath before opening your eyes and smiling up to see your boyfriend’s beautiful hazel eyes staring back at you.  He gave you a happy smile before leaning down and kissing your forehead. “Good morning, beautiful.”

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Imagine A Witch Turns Dean Into A Three Year Old And You Have To Babysit Him, While Sam And Bobby Find A Way To Break The Spell.

plan on posting this one up soon 😄

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Originally posted by dudewheresmypie

What to expect!

Someone asked for a list with the requests and I thought it would be really helpful for all of you in the first place. All these are requests that I have yet to work on, or I have yet to upload.

Oh and as some of you can see I closed requests for just a couple of days to be able to catch up with the ones I already have!

Plus: Not all of them are going to be written in this order. Sometimes, when I know a story will come out long (which I always love) in as like more than 5 pages or something I tend to put it off for a while to make sure I will have lots of time. That’s what first happened with Written on the Wrist and it turned out to be a series haha. So here we go (and let’s add a Read More) cause there are a lot of them:

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Make You Feel My Love

Based on this song

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: Sam makes sure you know how much he loves you.

Word Count: ~3,800

Warnings: sickness, just a whole lot of fluff, family problems/drama, implied smut, more fluff!

A/N: I adore this song and just really wanted to write some Sam fluff. (Side note that probably no one cares to hear: at my wedding, I’m walking down the aisle to this song :’) )

*not my gif, as per the usual

Originally posted by sam-and-dean-winchesters

The brothers had spent a few days away on a hunt. You usually spent the time to yourself cleaning or relaxing. This time, you laid in bed almost all four days, curled up under a blanket with a box of tissues next to you where Sam usually laid. You coughed and groaned as you sat up and reached for your glass of water. You could hear Sam’s voice echoing in your head. “Make sure you stay hydrated. It’s the only way you’ll kick this thing.” You smiled at the thought of him always wanting the best for you.

After you gulped down some water and popped a cough drop into your mouth, you pulled your blankets up closer to your chin and snuggled down into them. Once the cough drop disintegrated into nothing and managed to soothe the roughness in the back of your throat, you let yourself fall asleep.

A little while later, you woke up to heavy footsteps coming down the hall toward you. You rolled over to face the door, but kept your eyes closed. The door creaked open slowly and Sam’s footsteps got quieter. You knew he kicked off his boots as he walked into your shared room. You shivered as the blankets shifted and cold air from outside the blanket swept across the front of your legs. The bed dipped and you felt yourself being pulled closer to Sam.

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A Supernatural Meeting

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Title: A supernatural Meeting

Characters: Dean and Sam (no pairing)

Word Count: 1,112

Warnings: Ouchies and some fluff

A/N: So I had this idea and I hope you all love it! I’m still doing ships and requests! <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated <3

You weren’t supposed to be alone on Halloween, but your friends ditched you for some movie.  It was the new horror flick everyone was talking about.  You weren’t much for horror movies though.  Here you were, on your own, yet again.  You didn’t have any family in the city; the family you did have, steered clear of you at all costs.

You walked along the sidewalk, stopping at the old abandoned house that everyone talked about.  The house was rumored to be haunted ever since it was built.  The first day it was inhabited, the owner was murdered.  In addition to that rumor, it was rumored that whoever entered that house, and happened to be a woman, would die.  You shrugged, walking through the yard, entering the house.  You had read enough stories about this place; you were curious.  It’s not like you didn’t know how to protect yourself.  You were quite familiar with the supernatural and the paranormal.

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My Mate (Part 10)

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: mild language.  Fight over M&M’s (cause they are delicious!)

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Originally posted by dropofirony

 Chapter 10 

“Ugh, I hate stakeouts.”  Dean whined as he shifted in the front seat.  Sam was next to his brother, humming in agreement as he tried to get comfortable as well.  

Riley laid back in the backseat, nice and comfortable.  It was a rotation they had going for the last ten hours.  They were still waiting to hear back from some sources on how to kill this most recent monster, so until they did, they had to follow it and see where it was going, making sure it didn’t hurt anyone else.

When she woke that morning, the boys seemed on edge, but they didn’t say anything.  But she knew something must have happened. She also assumed that it was Lucifer who took her back home, how she fell asleep in that park was beyond her, but she did.  

“Ri?  Want some?”  Dean asked as he held up the bag of M&M’s.  He gave her a soft smile as she sat up and pulled out a handful.

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You’ve Gotta Let Me Fight [2]

Title: You’ve Gotta Let Me Fight [2]

Characters: Winchester brothers, Winchester!reader. (+Surprise character that I don’t want to spoil.)

Words: 2700 Because I can’t seem to keep it short.


A/N: As usual, if you read it on my blog, the name inserter thing should work

Your name: submit What is this?

Things went okay throughout the car ride except for the dull pain, but you could endorse that. However, when you exited the Impala, things went south.

Simultaneously, you could feel it all unfolding, the pain, the dizziness. You got so much worse all at once.

You stumbled inside the bunker, Sam and Dean following behind throwing worried glances at you. To be honest you felt like complete and utter shit. Your whole body ached, your head was pounding like no tomorrow and you felt just plain dizzy, to the point you forcedly had to blink several times in a row to try and focus you sight.

Suddenly, your legs gave away under you, and you had fallen to the floor, if Sam hadn’t caught you.

”(Y/N)!” He let out a scared gasp, as his good reflexes enabled him to grab a hold of your arms.

He shifted his grip on you, who didn’t say anything as you tried to get your world to stop spinning. He helped you walk with a hand wrapped around each of your arms. It was if you were a toddler and he was teaching you how to walk all over again. Dean trailed behind. Your legs were weak, and almost all of your weight were on Sam as he led you towards his room, since it had the closest bed.

Once you were seated on his bed, Sam and Dean both looked anxious, as their eyes scanned you, looking for any signs of what was wrong.

”How are you feeling, (Y/N)? Really.” Dean asked, and you could hear the crack on his voice even though he sounded far away in your ears.

”Not good.” You sighed. ”Exhausted.”

”Is there anything we can do? Anything we can get you?” Sam questioned with his eyes pooling with concern.

”No, I-I think I just need to sleep.”

The pain came in waves. You didn’t know how you were supposed to do that, but it was the best thing that you could think of.

”You’re sure we shouldn’t go to the hospital? I just got us some more money, so that’s okay, and I have a fake ID ready for whenever…”

”No, it’s okay.” You shook your head. ”It’ll be fine.”

You knew the reason to the pain. The exorcism. It wasn’t natural, and therefore nothing a couple of nurses and doctors accompanied by some machines could take care of.

”Well, get yourself some shut-eye, kiddo. Call on us, any time.” Dean spoke reassuringly, as if he was both trying to calm you and himself.

You nodded, and both of your brothers reluctantly started leaving the room. However, you knew them well enough to know that they would probably be waiting right outside.

You lied down on the bed, and tried to get comfortable. Slowly, you closed your eyes and tried to distance the pain as much as you could. A few moments later, against all odds, you could feel yourself drifting off.

The timber creaked underneath your feet as you walked down the steps of the stairs of Bobby’s porch, one foot in front of the other. You stopped when you came face to face with the gesture. You already knew who it was, you had know by the first glimpse.

”(Y/N) Winchester.” He nodded as he greeted you, his dark orbs boring into you as if they could see all the way to your soul, your core. A faint, barely there, smile played on his thin lips, and he looked as put together as ever in his formal, dark-hued costume.

”Death,” you solemnly nodded back, although you swallowed nervously and your eyebrows knitted over your eyes. Guess it was that serious.

A huff of wind brushed past you, and you pulled the oversized jacket tighter around your upper body. There was only you and Death there, and just like in Bobby’s house it was quiet. Only subtle blows of wind.

”It’s a nice house. A bit torn, but robust.”

”It’s the closest thing I’ve ever had to a home, except for the Impala.” You admitted as you looked over your shoulder with an expression of affection. You almost awaited younger versions of you, Dean and Sam to run out of the house any moment, playing. But, why you told Death about your childhood, you didn’t know, but maybe it was just procrastination from the subject that really impended.

”I have to admit, what you did (Y/N), was admirable.” He acknowledged, well spoken with a croaky, yet somehow smooth voice. He talked as if he had no rush in the world, but who else to do that than actual Death. He also looked at you, almost as if he was proud. Like he was here to collect a human of favor, one that he admired.

You looked down on you feet that was standing in gravel of rocks. You had to know.

”Is this it?” You asked, your words without any particular emotion except for curiosity, not the eager kind though. It was more of a pessimistic I’ve-been-anticipating-this-and-now-I-need-to-know.

”It can be,” Death replied, and a flicker of bother sparked in you as you wanted a clear answer. He always had to be so cryptic.

You slightly shook your head and looked away into the distance, somewhere into the forest behind him.

”It’s your decision.” He clarified after a moment, when you seemed displeased with his last answer.

You nodded as you looked back at him, meeting his eyes. ”If I come with you, it means that no one can reverse it, right?”

”I can make that happen, yes.”

You contemplated his words deeply for a quiet moment. It felt weird to leave this world behind, everything you knew. Everything you had grown up around, everything you had learned to think of as just that, everything. And your brothers, the thought of leaving your brothers was the hardest, but maybe also one of the main reasons you should be going with Death. Because whenever a Winchester died, the others went to extreme, and you meant way-too-damn-far measures to bring them back. Sometimes even resulting in death, like when Dean sold his soul to save Sam; he died a year later. If you let Death guide you into the unknown, your brothers couldn’t at least sacrifice themselves for you, which is precisely what you wanted.

Right when you were about to take the first step towards Death before you, the door that you had closed behind you flung open so violently it hit the wall behind it a slightly bounced back. In the doorway, your two frantic brothers appeared, present day version, their eyes beginning to scan the area for you. It only took them a split second since you stood in the middle of the field before them and the rickety house.

When they saw who you were accompanied by, they got even more frantic.

”(Y/N)!” Dean roared, as if he didn’t already have your attention.

You thought to yourself that this would be a perfect opportunity for the saying ’speaking of the devil’, but since you had actually met the Devil, you had stopped using it by now.

”Don’t go with him!” Sam yelled, sheer panic in his voice. ”Wait!”

You tilted your head slightly to the side as you watched them run towards you. When he reached you Sam, who was running first, crashed into you with his arms wrapping around your upper body, pinning your own arms down.

”(Y/N), we’re so worried.” Dean spoke up from your side. You managed to spot how he was intently watching Death, distrust in his eyes. ”You do know where we are, don’t you?”

”Let me guess, in my head?” You answered, as Sam let you go and took a step back, looking like a sad puppy dog.

Dean nodded. ”You’ve been in a coma for over a day.”

Over a day? You thought it was only this morning. Guess the hunt was yesterday, then.

”What happened?”


Sam walked into the room to check on you. He had just gone to get some coffee to help him stay awake, and since you in contrast to him were asleep, he had thought that the coast was clear. He sat down in the chair next to your bed, where you were laying on your side, almost completely covered by the covers. He could feel the tightness around his chest just by the sight.

After a few moments, Sam got suspicious. Call it brother’s intuition, but the way you hadn’t moved the slightest… Something was up. Sam slowly stood up and put the coffee cup on the bedside table. He needed to check on you, although he was scared to do so. He shouldn’t be, since he didn’t have definite grounds, but for some reason, he could feel a sinking feeling in his stomach and how the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck beginning stand up.

He carefully reached out an arm, and put it on your shoulder, as he slowly sat down on the bed next to your body, his weight making the bed dip underneath him.

”(Y/N)?” He whispered, without getting any reaction. He gently rubbed your shoulder, hoping for you to stir or something, but you didn’t. The bad feeling got worse. ”(Y/N)?” He asked once again, this time louder.

Not a movement, again. He could feel the anxiety get to him, his pulse rising as he grabbed a hold of your shoulder roll you over to him, hopefully waking you up. But as your body fell to its back, your head lulled to the side.

”(Y/N)!” Sam exclaimed, his large hands gripping the sides of your face. He shook you head, slightly slapping your cheeks, lifting your eyelids to see that your eyes had rolled back. He did everything to try and wake you up.

”DEAN!” He called ultimately, a desperate call that echoed through the building.

Merely a minute later, that seemed far too long for Sam that was full on panicking as the rocked your limp body without any result, newly awoken Dean appeared in the doorway.

His tired, green eyes went round as he saw the scene in front of him, your limp body in a terrified Sam’s arms.

”Dean, what do we do?” He cried, when he saw that his big brother had arrived. His big brother that always had the answers for everything.

Dean ran the couple of steps towards the bed, and flung himself on top, careful not to harm you. His trembling hands checked on you, making their ways to your neck. Thankfully he recovered a pulse, but it was weak.

”I-I don’t know!” Dean’s gruff voice yelled back, and Sam’s world crumbled a little bit more.

Without thinking Dean took to action, anyway. ”CASS!” He called out with all of his lungs.

Cass then had emerged almost immediately, with a frown on his face. Sam had cradled your body in his arms, and Castiel had placed two of his fingers on your forehead.

Then he had looked even more concerned and spoken with his deep, gruff voice; ”It seems like her body is shutting down.”


”(Y/N), you’re in the hospital. They… They say it’s real bad this time. Organs shutting down, internal bleedings…”

It confirmed your suspicions even though it still felt quite nauseating. Like everything you knew just crumbled under your feet and you had to quickly adjust to keep standing.

Your eyes wandered to Death, and you felt the atmosphere that both of your brothers projected instantly shift to even more anxious.

”They think I’m gonna die, right?” You rose your eyebrows in a questionable matter, your eyes boring into them both, since they looked bothered as if they didn’t want to answer.

Sam slowly nodded. ”Yeah.” His voice was strangled.

You looked at Death, who quietly listened to your conversation, and took a few steps towards him.

”I don’t want to become Bobby.” You reasoned when your brothers firstly tried to grasp after you, and then looked brokenhearted.

”If you go with him, we haven’t even got a shot at bringing you back!” Dean exclaimed as he took a step forward, closing the gap a little again. He looked about as desperate as you’ve ever seen him. His voice was stern and could almost have been taken for angry, if it wasn’t for the way it cracked.

”That’s my point, Dean-o.” You said with a small smile. ”I don’t want you to risk your life for me.”

”But, please, don’t!” Sammy begged. They were out of arguments. ”We need you. You can’t go, how are we supposed to live on back there when you’re not with us. It’s always been us three against the world!”

”It’s our job to look after you! So, please, let us!” Dean added, tears in his eyes.

It was so hard to see your brothers like this. So damn hard. It was eating at you.

There was a moment of silence. Death, Sam and Dean all waited for you, for your response. Meanwhile you just wished that someone else could make the call for you.

”I won’t if you promise me not to do anything stupid.” You finally spoke up.

”We can’t.” Dean said after a few seconds. He shook his head.

Dean would do anything for his younger siblings. He had always said so. Throw himself in front of a bus, go after the king of hell, work with any bad guy, come whatever. He couldn’t just let you die.

”If I wake up, and either of you have sold your soul for me, or done anything else reckless that put you in danger, I will never trust you or even talk to you again. Never. I mean it.” That was a serious, cruel, threat. But you had to, because you didn’t trust them enough otherwise, not in this situation.

Sam and Dean both blinked, taken back from what you’d just said. It was cruel. What felt like stab of guilt hit your chest.

”I want you to let this one be. Leave it up to me. If I make it through, then that’s great. But if I die, I die. And I stay dead.” You continued on. ”You’ve gotta let me fight.”

”(Y/N), the doctors said that your body was shutting down. That you most likely won’t wake up again.” Sam’s voice was low and trembling. His hazel eyes was filled with teardrops.

”Then so be it. Whatever happens, happens. But you’ve gotta believe in me, brothers. If you do so, I’ll say no to him.” You glanced at the darkly dressed figure standing slightly behind you. He was expectantly waiting to see what you were going to do, still not uttering a word.

Your brothers looked at each other. They didn’t have much of a choice.

”Fine,” Dean ultimately whispered, his voice giving in on him.

Sam nodded in agreement, as he swallowed trying to keep the tears from running down his cheeks.

You reached out your hands and took one of either brothers’ hands in your own. They were larger than your own, and had a chilly touch because of the cold although they still had a warm core. And as you gave their hands a squeeze, you also let them go, their figures fading away into thin air.

You felt empty inside, and longed for nothing more than to be with them again. But that was up to you now, just as you had chosen.

You fully turned to Death. He was still waiting patiently.

”Guess I have to say no then.”

He nodded slowly. ”Okay.”

”Just like that?” You questioned, surprised.

”Just like that.” He echoed your own words. ”Only, do not run away from me next time.”


Then he politely nodded at you, and you nodded back. He really had earned a lot of respect from you, and you couldn’t believe you thought that.

Death turned around and began walking, heading towards the forest with his iconic cane in his hand. You turned around and walked in the opposite direction, back into the house.

It was all on you now. And you didn’t think you could make it.

But once again you proved yourself and everyone else wrong.

Because eventually, you woke up.



That Boy Is A Monster

 Request-Hello! I read the last imagine that you post it and I had an Idea for an imagine request. You had a boyfriend that was supernatural and Sam and Dean approve because he treats you like he should, he’s always there for you he protects you.You’ve been dating for a long time but while you were research for a hunt John knocks on the bunker door, you try to hide him but John finds him and he keeps insisting that the reader tells him who he is and instead of telling him she just starts kissing him and John insists that she tells him who he is and instead of telling him she just kisses him in front of TWF and John and just says “My boyfriend”. John scolds her but she snaps at him and he backs off and he tries to separate them but TFW makes him leave

Word count-1084

Warnings-Mild swearing

A/n- Would you guys like it if I started drabbles? Maybe when I reach 300. Oh and I have another anti John fic coming soon!

Tag- @evyiione

Who knew a werewolf hunt would lead to you meeting the most amazing boyfriend you ever had. Call it cheesy but as soon as you layed eyes on James’s piercing blue eyes you knew he was yours. There was one tiny little problem…he’s a werewolf. You were so close to loosing him as your older brothers were about to kill him. It took a lot and you mean a lot of talking and a few kicks in the balls to stop Dean hurting James. But they finally came through and gave you permission to date him.

Which leads you to now. “And the pie for you Dean.” James says sliding the pie to Dean. “Your a good man slash werewolf James. Very good.” Dean says rubbing his hands looking at the pie. It took a couple of months but your brothers were very happy you found someone as nice as James. He hadn’t killed anything except for monsters and saved all your asses quite a few times. Even Castiel approved of your boyfriend. They even gave him his own room which of course was the furthest room away from yours. Even you had to admit you didn’t want mini werewolf babies running around the place.

“This is to say sorry for breaking your other one.” James says handing Sam a new MP3 player for when he goes running. “It’s cool man you didn’t have to get me…IT TRACKS YOUR SPEED AND HEART RATE?!” Sam says like a excited kid on Christmas. “And for you…” James turned to you and handed a piece of paper. Looking at the paper you saw he made reservations to your favourite fancy restaurant. “Your the best.” You whispered pulling him in for a powerful kiss. “You guys gonna come up for air?” Dean asked with his mouth full of pie. Your cheeks lit up red and pulled away.

You were all talking until their was a knock on the door. “I’ve got it.” Sam says grabbing his gun and going to the door. Slowly and carefully he opened the door slightly. “D…dad?” You heard him loud and clear and slightly moving to the side you saw your father… John. “Shit.” You whisper shouted. “Go into your room and don’t come out till I say so understand?” You say holding James by the shoulders and looking into his eyes. “I understand please don’t let him kill me.” He says sneaking a quick kiss before darting off to his room.

“What the Hell how?” Dean asked once you all reunited. “Don’t even bother asking.” Your dad says laughing and taking a sip of his beer. “So any relationships going on?” He asks smiling. Luckily he didn’t see you tense up and share a look with your brothers. “No we are still single losers.” You say laughing. “I don’t believe that for one second (Y/n) you must have had at least one…” He was interrupted by a crash down the hallway. “What was that?” John asked standing up. “I…I’ll go check.” You say sprinting to the sound of the noise before anyone could say anything.

Once you reached the kitchen, where you heard the sound, you crashed into James falling on top of him. “I was trying to get some biscuits from the shelf I was starving.” He says laughing. You rolled your eyes and leaned down towards him but just as you were about to connect lips three bullets were shot into the ceiling. “(Y/n) WHO IS THIS?” John roared. Like he was on fire you jumped of James and stared blankly at your father. Looking behind him you saw Sam Dean and Cas, they must of prayed to him for back up. “I asked you a question…who is this?” He says pointing his gun at James. “(Y/n)…” James whispered holding your hand for comfort. You gripped his tightly and watch pure anger fill up in John. Then without thinking you grabbed James and kissed him for a good few seconds. Once you pulled away you looked back at John and smirked. “My boyfriend…oh who is by the way a werewolf.” You say.

“A WHAT?!” John shouted so loud you could feel the walls vibrating. “A werewolf.” You repeated slowly like he was deaf. “Good job these are silver bullets.” He says tightening his grip on his gun. “Don’t. You. Dare.” You snarled standing in front of James. “(Y/n) he’s your father.” James says, eyes fixed on your dad. “I don’t care if he’s my farther!” You shout. “Your not father to me…you never had been. You did the bare minimum to keep us alive. I don’t care what James is…human or monster. I love him dad. He keeps me safe and makes me feel so special. The fact your about to kill the love of my life shows how much you care about me.” You say confidently.

Sam Dean and Cas’s eyes were all wide in shock that you stood up to John. “He’s a monster.”  John mumbles still holding aim. “That boy is a monster…but that monster has treated me better than you ever did. “You say running up to him and punching him in the face. “Get out dad.” Dean says glaring daggers into John. “Excuse me?” John said wiping the blood form his lip. “GET OUT! James is part of the family whether you like it or not. And you…” Dean says harshly pointing at him. “Aren’t welcomed here ever again. So one last time get out!” He screamed.

John made no sign of moving so Castiel cracked his knuckles and dragged a kicking and screaming John out of the bunker. “Are you okay?” You sighed looking at James. “(Y/n) the things you said…you love me?” You and James never said it until now. “Yeah.” You say looking down embarrassed. “I love you to.” He says lifting your chin up and pulling you into another kiss. “I’m sorry about my dad.” You say once you pulled away. “Don’t worry. I’m just happy I finally feel accepted.” He says looking at your brothers and Castiel who just returned. “I sent him to a pig farm in Germany so it may take him a while to get back.” The angel smiled proud of himself. “Thanks Cas.” You say. “Are you okay (Y/n)?” Sam asked with his puppy dog eyes. You nodded and said “You know what? As long as I have my amazing family and my amazing boyfriend.” You say as he wraps an arm around you. “I’ll be just fine.”