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Pairing: Jensen x Reader Word Count: 1,795 Warnings: language, mentions of adoption, mentions of cheating, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of giving birth A/N: Sorry it’s been so long since I’ve posted this! There will only be maybe 4 more parts left of this! I hope you enjoy! Anyway, feedback is super cool :)
my life dream is to see sam winchester fucking kill lucifer
not lock him up
K I L L H I M
he’s not endearing or misunderstood he is the literal embodiment of evil and he tortured sam in every way possible for millennia and jared remembers and wants this to be addressed but the writers don’t care lmao i hope nancy won fixes this
Pairing: Dean x Reader Word Count: 1,258 Warnings: language, domestic abuse Song:Out of the Woods - Taylor Swift A/N: Here’s the third fic in mine and Nicole’s (@iwantthedean) Taylor Swift collab! The song for today was Out of the Woods. Be sure to read her fic here! You can check out all of our fics for the collab on the master list: here! Feedback is cool!
Your first thought after opening your eyes was that it was your birthday. Giddiness swelled up inside of you and you grinned, staring up at the blank ceiling above you. It only took a moment before you smile began to fade. Your bedroom ceiling had glow-in-the-dark stars on it; they’d been stuck there ever since the third grade when you’d got them as a gift from your aunt in Connecticut. Slowly, you sat up and looked around. The room was orderly and the furnishings were the bare minimum.
“We’re not in Kansas anymore,” you murmured to yourself, carefully swinging your legs over the side of the bed and standing. The floor was cold beneath your feet and you looked down. Concrete floors beneath your feet and wooden furniture. The room looked strangely like Sam’s on Supernatural, and you wondered if maybe this was some kind of strange practical joke by your sisters. You opened the door and peeked outside. This can’t be real, you thought, stepping out into the hallway. It was an exact replica of the hallway of the bunker. I don’t know how she did this, but she’s really stepped up her game for my birthday… You walked down the hall. Smelling bacon, you smiled and followed the winding corridor towards the heavenly scent. Your dad always made bacon on your birthday and the giddiness was back.
You had only taken a few steps into the kitchen when the unmistakeable sound of a gun cocking came from behind you. You froze in place, looking around the room. This was not your kitchen. This was…