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You Understand, Right?

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader, Bobby, John

Length: 1663+ words

TW: Suicide. Depression. Abandonment. Dean being a jerk. 

A/N: Another word vomit that I did when I couldn’t sleep last week. I just had the idea in my head for the whole night, and I knew if I didn’t write it down, I wouldn’t be able to remember it the next morning. So, here it is! Feedback is encouraged!

SERIES MASTERLIST


The thing about the Winchester family was that they collect family like one would collect dolls. They have a lot of family around the State, any of them willing to do anything for the brothers. They always had a saying. 

Family doesn’t end in blood.

Except it does. They can say it as many times as they want, but there isn’t anything they wouldn’t do for the family. Their blood family. 

You were 4 when you were collected by John, and shipped off to Bobby’s. You were basically raised alongside the brothers from then on. Sam being a year older than you, and his brother, Dean, being 5 years older than you.

You were 5 when Dean ran out of breakfast. Bobby, and John were gone on a hunt, leaving 10 year-old Dean in charge. There was half a single granola bar left, and he looked uneasily between you and Sam, both of you had complained about being hungry. He gave you a strange look, and even though you were 5, you knew what it meant. Afterall, John gave you the same look when he told you why you can’t come home to your parents. It was also the same look that Bobby gave you when you asked about your parents. The look of guilt. You turned away, not being able to handle the fact that his decision had already been made when he was 4, and the responsibility of Sam’s livelihood was thrusted into his hands.

“Not hungry,” you mumbled, despite your roaring stomach. Sam’s eyes lit up with glee as he snatched the snack from his brother’s hand, and you can see Dean’s face visibly relax.

“Sammy’s my responsibility. You understand, right?” Dean asked, a hopeful smile on his face.

You gave him a nod, hopping off the chair, and went back to your bed, hoping you can sleep away the hunger. 

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Hold The Line

(x, x)

Characters- Dean x Reader 

Summary- Dean comes back from Purgatory a changed man, and things between he and the reader shift from friends to something more.

Word Count- 9,415 (**laughs maniacally, ripping her hair out all the while**)

Warnings- Longform NSFW Smut (chest worship, fingering, a hint of sub!Dean, definite rugburn, fluffy sex), language, protective! Dean, and Dean angst in regards to early season 8 events.

A/N- This takes place in season 8, mostly at Rufus’ old cabin. I know the cabin doesn’t have a fireplace, but we’ll pretend it’s right next to the tv. Cool? Cool. Title is taken from the Toto song of the same name. Again, thanks to everyone for being patient with me while I wrote this one. Super special thanks to @jpadjackles for helping with my plot bunnies, and @winchestersinthedrift for the lovely smut writing advice that I hope I did some justice with. Part of @curliesallovertheplace’s Celebration Challenge and @sis-tafics and @eyes-of-a-disney-princess’ Have a Hubba Bubba Birthday Writing Challenge. The prompts were “What if Dean is a cuddler?” and “The One With All The Kissing”.

(Blockquoted sections are flashbacks)


Each bump in the road has you shifting in your seat, the old chevy truck’s shit suspension making your butt numb with vibrations. You check your watch and, yep. You’re making really good time. You should be with the way you’re speeding on the blacktop, mile markers flying past.

Your phone lights up, the man consuming your idle thoughts’ face smiling up at you from the screen. Him and his stupid pretty face. It’s funny the way you could just as easily kiss said stupid face as you could punch it. And you wanted to kiss it. A lot.

You flip open your phone, “Dean?”

“Hey, you almost here?”

You fight to stifle a laugh. “Impatient much, Winchester?”

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anonymous asked:

Fav sterek fics?

I have 402 bookmarks on AO3, how do I choose favorites?! I guess I can try ; ; here’s my pathetic attempt at a sterek rec list (fics added as I find them in my bookmarks, not by favorites):


The Boy and the Beast by Dira Sudis (dsudis) [116k, M]

In which events in Beacon Hills go rather differently from the start, and a Beauty and the Beast (ish) story ensues. (Scott is not a teacup and no one sings about their feelings.)

Safety in Silence by Survivah [66k, M]

It’s perfectly understandable. Even Derek wouldn’t want to be Derek’s soulmate.

Easy Trouble by Survivah [55k, M]

Derek+Stiles+fairies = love spell

“Make love to me,” Derek demands.

What.

Where The Inevitable Isn’t by Survivah [41, M]

Stiles has a magical thingamajig that’s supposed to get him out of danger. Trouble is, it took him really, really far out of danger. Like, to the point where he isn’t in the same universe anymore.

“A part of Stiles had been thinking that he’d come home, and just go, ‘hey, Derek, are we mates and you just haven’t said anything about it?’ and Derek would reply, ‘now you mention it, we are indeed! Now come to my bedchamber, where we will have super hot sex and then cuddle after!’”

A Simple Life by Survivah [13k, T]

Derek plans to spend the rest of his life holed up in the woods after Laura dies. Then he meets a stubborn young fox, and the stubborn young fox meets an urn of Deaton’s magic powder, and his plans change.

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fic rec friday

Sorry this is kinda long but I got a little behind. Also, updated some of the tags here 

a brighter shade of red & gold by  stayingputwouldbeablunder | 17.9K | bakery

Of all the scents Derek imagined being innately in tune with, applecinnamonoatmeal was not at the top of list. Not the kind that comes from instant packets of oatmeal with dehydrated bits of apple that only need a cup of milk and a minute and a half in the microwave to be ready. Not the floral infused candy apple scent of body mists or oatmeal soaps that Erica favors. The pure, unadulterated scent of fresh baked goods made with pureed apple, steel-cut oats, cinnamon, and just a pinch of allspice.

Stiles is the first and last person Derek has ever wanted to associate with that scent.

Jump me, bro? by  paintedrecs | 3.6K | neighbor au

Prompted myself with: “I just want a neighborhood AU where Stiles is the bro-iest bro to ever bro and Derek pines after him anyway.”

Kintsugi by  artemis69 | 7.8K | derek deserves nice things

Derek is too big, and strong, and a werewolf. He knows perfectly well what men are and aren’t allowed to be.

Stiles would beg to differ.

In which there are pretty boys, flowers, panties, glitter, and Stiles gives a heartfelt fuck you to the concept of toxic masculinity.

Lost on You by  TroubleIWant | 4.7K | western au

Stiles is the sheriff of Beacon Hills, and Derek’s an inveterate cattle hustler better known as The Outlaw Derek Hale. It’s a shame he’s so goddamn pretty, then.

No More Hiding by  fearfrost1211 | 2.5K | secret relationship

I don’t understand why you’re upset with me. What did I do?“

"It’s not…you didn’t do anything! I just…”

“What, Stiles? You just what?”

“I guess…I guess I just never expected it to…hurt.”

put ‘em together and what have you got? by  yodasyoyo | 11.1K | pining derek

“Oh, bibbidi bobbidi fuck you.”

Unsurprisingly, Stiles’ fairy godmother is a menace.

Repeat Order by  twobirdsonesong | 5.2K | writer derek

The delivery guy is cute, all long limbs and a smirking mouth as he waits for Derek. Derek stares, unblinking, for too long at the guy’s cheekbones and his mess of hair and depth of warmth in his eyes.

“Hey! You Derek Hale?” The guy chirps and his voice is not at all what Derek was expecting.

Under Yellow Moons by  skoosiepants | 17.1K | thanksgiving

The life and times of Deputy Stiles and Supernatural Foster Dad Derek Hale

Void ab initio by  Leslie_Knope | 4.6K | arranged marriage

Tumblr prompt: “We were best friends in middle school and promised (signed a contract and all) if neither of us were in a relationship when we turn 30, we’d marry each other. You moved 5 years later and I haven’t seen you since but you just reached out on my 30th birthday to find out if I’m single. Minors can’t be held to contracts but puberty hit you like a truck and I just broke up with my long term boyfriend a month ago so what the hell I might as well catch up with you.”

We Have Potential by  dragon_temeraire | 10.1K | werewolf convention

Derek has finally been invited to the annual North American Werewolf Convention. The only problem? They’re expecting him to bring a significant other. He doesn’t actually have one, but everyone volunteers Stiles for the job.

When All the Pieces Fit by  NARKOTIKA | 2.6K | gender fluid stiles

“Does he even realize? With the cooking and cleaning andandand—now this fucking baby?” Isaac fumes.

Written in the Stars by  Quixoticity | 26.5K | tattoo artist derek

Derek Hale is a lucky guy. He’s got a great family, good friends, and a fulfilling job as a tattoo artist.

He’s also one of the twenty-five per cent of the population born with a soul mark.

He likes his life, but he’s waiting for his soul-match. The odds of meeting them aren’t great but hey, Derek’s a lucky guy. He has faith.

He can’t believe how good his luck really is when one day his soul-match wanders right into his studio, all long limbs and copper eyes. There’s just one problem: Stiles is there to get his soul mark covered up. Permanently.

*** stalia warning: there is a bit of stalia in chapters 4 & 5 nothing explicit but enough to get the point across. Feel free to message me if you need more details. 

Imagine falling in love with Jensen while working on the set of Supernatural.


Only You

Characters: Jensen x Reader, Jared, mention of Danneel

Warnings: angst, fluff, language

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: This is the SIXTH fic for my 6k celebration and one year fic-i-versary. The line requested was, “Just because you love someone, doesn’t mean you should stick around and screw up their life.” It will be highlighted in the fic. This is written for @blacktithe7 I really don’t know where this came from. I hope you aren’t too disappointed.

Tags at the end

Feedback welcome and appreciated

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You Understand, Right? (Part 8): Unconvinced

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

Length: 1507+ words

TW: Fighting, and description of injuries

A/N: Things are picking up again! I’m still not sure how I want to end this series tbh- my first ending didn’t seem conclusive enough.

Feedback is appreciated (AND SO ARE YOU)!

SERIES MASTERLIST


As Castiel predicted, it took a while for him to track the vampire, even with Dean and Sam doing their best to contact anyone they know who could help. They had almost the entire hunter population in North America on this case. Dean insisted on having all the help they can so they could get this over with. He hated having Crowley hovering over them with a deal.

It was another week and a half, until Castiel managed to locate him. Dean and Sam immediately grabbed their stuff, ready to go. The two brothers made their way to the kitchen, where Y/N was sitting and reading yet another lore book.

“Hey, Y/N, we’re gonna go on a hunt,” Dean told her, not expecting her to respond. He knew better than anyone else that Y/N was in a different world when reading.

Her head snapped towards them, lowering her book slowly. “I want to come,” she said, surprising both boys. They both looked at her with widened eyes, then turned to each other in a silent conversation.

“Alright, sure I guess. Go pack your bag. We’ll be leaving in 10,” Dean said, ruffling her hair as he passed by.

“We should bring the Colt just in case,” Sam told Dean, who nodded in agreement. As his older brother went to grab the weapon, he turned his head to Y/N. “Are you sure you want to come with us?”

She nodded. “You might need backup.” Her voice wasn’t serious, but it wasn’t all too playful either. Still, it brought out a smile from the younger Winchester.

“Okay.”

Dean came back waving the wrapped up gun in the air, a goofy smile on his face. “Got it.”

“Is that the Colt?” she asked, peering over to the gun.

“The one and only,” he replied with a huge grin.

She look at it with such curiosity before nodding. Once she finished packing her stuff, she went outside to the garage with her duffel bag slung over her shoulder.

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April 2017

This is a compilation of fics that I’ve read/re-read over the past month. Faves get a star ( ★ ). There is also a separate fic rec page for my favorites here and a fic rec sorter here, if you’d like to check those out. :)

MONTH: April, 2017 | (older lists)


▶▶ A Neutrino Walks Through a Bar by Moku
Teen And Up | 45,261w
Stiles had become the most popular matchmaker of Beacon Hills in less than a year. And he really didn’t know how that had happened.


▶▶ A Not So Easy Arrangement by hazelandglasz
Explicit | 5,314w
AU where Derek’s still the Alpha, and Erica and Boyd aren’t dead. Stiles and Derek have to fake-date because of werewolf reasons, but it shouldn’t be too hard because they’re already having sex together? And they’re great friends? Shouldn’t be too hard, Stile thinks, but he’s been pining away, and he was actually gonna ask out Derek for real, because he kinda loves him, but now he just feels weird. And he’s still finding ways to fall in love with Derek.


▶▶ accidentally? by bibliosexual
Mature | 3,683w
BOSS: “know why I called you in here?”
ME: “because I accidentally sent you a dick pic”
BOSS [stops pouring 2 glasses of wine]: “accidentally?”

yup.

Or, in which Derek receives a surprising email one morning.


▶▶ all stories deserve an end by bleep0bleep
Teen And Up | 2,351w
No one hardly ever comes up to this area of the forest, especially with the rumors of the “mad wizard.” Stiles encourages the rumor, because it means people leave him alone. It’s a good, solitary existence as long as Stiles pretends the aching loneliness in his heart isn’t there.


▶▶ anything, anything by drunktuesdays
Explicit | 5,242w
Prompt: Stiles wakes up in Derek’s bed in a world where they’re married now, and Derek keeps leaving the room every time he tries to have a conversation about how this happened, since they weren’t even dating.


▶▶ Bones Straining Under the Weight by weathervaanes ★
Explicit | 15,645w
One of Stiles’ favorite things about life is Derek Hale’s food blog. He never expects to meet the man in person.


▶▶ But, Doctor! by stilinskisparkles ★
Mature | 30,269w
“We had to splint a girl’s leg in a ditch,” Scott says excitedly.

“Bro, you sound way too happy about that,” Stiles complains, opening up his bag and pulling out a Twinkie.

Derek removes it from his hand silently and replaces it with an apple. Stiles scowls at him for a second then bites into it, regardless. Derek sits back and lets the group discuss the merits of dramatic lifesaving feats for winning over the ladies. Scott is convinced it’ll help impress Allison; Isaac thinks Scott’s a loser. Stiles—

Stiles is falling asleep on Derek’s shoulder.


▶▶ First Impressions Are Overrated by Leslie_Knope
Teen And Up | 14,634w
In Stiles’ defense, he didn’t deliberately ram his grocery cart into the (evidently precarious) pyramid of oranges.


▶▶ I Call You Names Because I Love You by tylerfucklin (Deshonanana)
Mature | 13,025w
Years of touring with Stiles would never have prepared Derek for the day his beloved techie fell in love with someone else.


▶▶ I Do Do You? by Captain_Loki ★
Explicit | 6,540w
Stiles and Derek wake up hung over and married in a hotel room in Las Vegas. It wouldn’t be so bad if the year before their relationship hadn’t fallen apart.

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A/B/O Shock

Originally posted by subcas

Pairing: Alpha!Cas x Omega!Reader, Winchesters
Word count: 2,276
Warnings: Smut, knotting, swearing


Kicking off your blankets, you were covered in sweat, writhing in pain. “Fuck.” You moaned, turning to your side, curling into yourself. Whimpering, you felt your hair sticking to your face. Never in your life had you ever had cramps this bad, and you wanted to rip your innards out.

Hearing your door open, you couldn’t even be bothered to look over your shoulder. You didn’t have to. You knew that scent. Your Alpha, even though you’d been denying it since day one. “Come on, Kitten.” He said softly, scooping you in his arms and carrying you to the bathroom to put you under some cool water.

“Need you.” You breathed, hating how you sounded.


“Guys…” You sighed, shaking your head at your three best friends. “Look, I know you mean well, but this? This is ridiculous.” Just the month before, your boyfriend had been caught cheating. Now, they made it their mission to find ‘your true love’, which was a tad annoying.

The one closest to you, Sarah, gave you ‘a look’, making you roll your eyes. “Come on, it’s about time you get treated like the amazing person you are!” She told you, setting everything up.

“But, witchcraft?” You’d never been a believer, but even you thought messing with something you didn’t understand was a very bad idea. You’d seen too many movies warning against what they were planning on doing.


“I’m telling you, that’s not a case.” Dean pointed out before taking a bite of his burger. “It’s just some drugged up teens.” He added after he’d chewed for a moment.

Sam gave him a bored look, rolling his eyes before going back to his laptop. He was about to move to the next article when a new scent hit his nose. “What the hell?” He muttered, getting up and following it to another room

Dean wasn’t far behind, also curious who this new scent belonged to.


Looking around the unknown room, you panicked when two very attractive men burst in the door. “Who the hell are you?” Snapped the slightly shorter one.

“Y/N…” You breathed, looking between them. “Where am I?”

The one with shaggy brown hair groaned. “An unmated omega…” He licked his lips.

“Omega?” You asked, confused. “Isn’t that an animal thing?”

The blonde one cocked an eyebrow. “Sweetheart, you’re an omega.” He pointed out. “We’re alphas.”

“Right, so, you’re insane.” You nodded. “I’m gonna get home.” You muttered.

“Wait.” The brown haired one said hurriedly. “What’s the last thing that you remember?” He asked, curious.

You thought for a moment. “Uh, my friends being idiots?” You shrugged. Seeing their faces, you sighed. “Last month I caught my now ex cheating. Well, the three of them decided to ‘find my true love’.” You rolled your eyes. “One minute we were doing a spell, the next minute, I’m here.”

“You and your friends were playing with witchcraft?”

“I wasn’t! I told them it was a bad idea, even if I don’t believe in it. Too many scary movies taught me that.” You shot back.


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“Covenant” (BTS) Demon!Jungkook ~ AU

Anonnymous requested: Hi there! Can I request a drabble no. 3,8,44 with Demon!Jungkook x reader please? >.<

Prompts:
“I saved your life!” | “What will you give? Your eyes? Your hands?. How about your heart?” | “My kindness does not go without self interest.”

A/N: *whispers breathily* im sorry it wasn’t a drabble *spirit leaves body*
Thanks for requesting Nonnie! Hope you like it! <3 
askhdgjasghjasghdajsgh demonkook


Word Count: 2.8k
Genre: Supernatural
Pairing: JungkookxReader(she)
Triggers: Mentions of blood, injuries,car crash, demon,pact,cussing,sandwiches

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A scream filled out the squashed cubicle of the car.

Your own scream.
Your eyes were open, yet it was impossible for you to understand the image unfolding in front of them, blaming it on the darkness of the road at night, until you realized the lukewarm liquid dripping. 
And then it hit you -quite literally-.
You weren’t sure of the time that had passed since you crushed against that cow in the middle of the route.
All your body was aching, with such an intensity your muscles repeatedly continued having spasms. You wanted to scream, hoping maybe to relieve some of the pain, but no voice wouldn’t come out.
One of your eyes particularly had lost sight completely, too drowned with the sticky mixture of tears and blood to see; the other one scanned around. 
‘Oh my god’ you thought before it was difficult to notice but now you realized the car was upside down -thus so were you- the safety belt keeping you on the driver’s seat.

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The Arrangement: Part 7

Title:  The Arrangement: Part 7

Summary:  He’s a mechanic. She’s a lonely woman with more money than she knows what to do with. Fate brings them together and sparks fly. But only for six weeks. That’s the arrangement.

Need to catch up? The Arrangement Master Post

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count:  2372

Warnings:  lots of angst; explicit language, explicit sexual content, nsfw,  

Author’s Notes:  This is a multi-part series. Shifts between multiple points of view. There is a NSFW gif beneath the cut.

Originally posted by deangifsdaily

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You Will Be Found

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader, Evil Vampire

Length: 3141+ words

TW: Injuries, Torture, Abandonment, Blood, Child Abuse

A/N: I’m so sorry this was posted so late. And gosh, @dreamin-of-somewhere-else​ I’m so sorry I messed up my last post (I wrote 3000 Follower Challenge instead of 2000 Follower Challenge). My head is not screwed on properly, so I apologize for that. Congratulations on 2000 Followers though, boo! You deserve them all, and MUCH MORE 😘

A/N 2: I didn’t specify the reader’s age, but my mind (for some reason) was thinking 11. I don’t know why, but it’s 11. But honestly, it can be any school age. Did I steal the title from Dear Evan Hansen? You bet I did. Forgive me if there are any mistakes, I’m working at 40% capacity right. 

Prompt:“Oh, darling, you’re so broken and nobody notices.”

Feedback is appreciated (AND SO ARE YOU)!


“A kidnapping?” Dean asked with a raised brow. “We don’t deal with that shit.”

Sam rolled his eyes, shaking his head slightly. He summarized the news article aloud. “The man and woman’s blood was drained, the child nowhere to be seen-”

“Yea. Sounds like a regular kidnapping.”

“Their blood was drained, Dean,” Sam said, sounding exasperated for having to repeat the details.

“What do vampires want with a girl?”

“That’s what we have to figure out.”

The boys packed up their bags, and made their way to Indiana.

“I’ve called the deputy,” Sam said. “They’re gonna meet us at her house,” Sam informed his brother, pulling up the case file on his laptop. “Dad was never in the picture, mom died of cancer three years ago. She’s living with her aunt and uncle from the mom’s side. Wai- Wh- Dean…” Sam paused, jaw slacked. “Her birth certificate… Legally her name is Y/N Winchester-L/N.”

“What?!” the eldest Winchester exclaimed. “Th-That must be a coincidence… Right? I-I mean maybe it’s someone who shares the same last name-”

“And got kidnapped by something that went bump in the night? What are the chances?”

“They must’ve gotten it wrong- gotten the wrong Winchester or something.”

“Maybe.” Sam chewed on his bottom lip, a telltale sign of his unease.

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‘Requested* Klaus x Reader fic where they meet after season 4

(This is more from Klaus´ perspective than usual. Also, I could totally imagine that is what Klaus could be up to at the moment. Okay maybe with a little bloodshed on top, but hey. Do let me know what you think if this one. Happy reading my lovelies!)

Characters: Klaus x Reader, Mikaelson´s (mentioned), Stefan (mentioned)

Story Title: “Piece of work. art”

Warnings: To Season 4 Spoilers, Tvd Season Finale Spoilers,

Your name: submit What is this?


Klaus has always liked Chicago, so it was not much of a surprise when he found himself arriving at the city after he forcefully parted ways with his siblings.

He kept himself busy with drawing and showing off his work in several exhibits.He always expected people to simply rush by his work, because it is diverging from his usual style and admittedly also not his best work. What he certainly did not expect was someone staring at the piece of art for several minutes.

Klaus: “An interesting piece, wouldn’t you say?”

A man stops next to the abstract piece of art hanging on the wall, his voice thick with a British accent and his hands are crossed behind his back.

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“Dean?” Cas asked gently, not wanting to startle the hunter, yet urgent to get him awake. Cas waited, but Dean’s rhythmic breathing didn’t falter. Cas sighed, and almost returned to his room, but the sudden urge to see those comforting green eyes overwhelmed him.
“Dean?” Cas asked again, gently shaking Dean’s shoulders. Dean’s face looked so peaceful when he was asleep. Cas never would have bothered him, had it not been for the nightmares. Every night, a different version, yet always the same…
Dean began to stir. Gradually, his eyes fluttered open, providing Cas with a sliver of the eyes that were constantly featured in the rare good dream.
When Dean’s eyes focused on Cas, he jumped, pulling his blankets tighter around his chest and scanning the room for the source of the disturbance.
“Jesus, Cas,” he murmured, rubbing his eyes. “What time is it?"1
Cas searched for a clock, but upon finding none in the nearby vicinity, frowned.
"You do not have any clocks in your room, Dean,” Cas observed, and even in the darkness, Dean recognized the familiar tilt of Cas’s head that always accompanied his confusion. A small smile crossed Dean’s face.
“I have a clock in my room if you… why are you smiling?” Cas asked, and Dean saw the outlines of Cas’s eyebrows scrunch down. His head tilt was now accompanied by the eye squint. Dean’s smile grew larger, but he shook his head as though to bring himself back to the present. Dean cleared his throat.
“It’s nothing, Cas. Why are you waking me up in the middle of the night, anyways? You don’t see enough of me during the day?” Dean teased, but his relaxed features suddenly tensed. He glanced nervously at Cas, hoping that he didn’t hear the desperation in his last sentence.
“Um… no. It’s…” Cas sighed. “I used to be an angel of the Lord, Dean. I used to be a protector of humanity. I witnessed so many wars and protected so many who could not protect themselves.” Cas paused, and looked at a spot on Dean’s bed. His eyes flickered to Dean’s, and Dean shifted on the bed, making room for him. Cas gingerly sat down. He could feel Dean’s body heat radiating through the blanket. Cas’s shoulders relaxed. Being this close to Dean was already calming him down.
“But I killed so many, Dean. I massacred angels, over and over. I have so much blood on my hands… And they never let me forget them. Every night, I see the imprints of wings and empty eyes of my brothers and sisters… They don’t let me rest. I can’t…” Cas broke off, looking to the ceiling as if someone should be acknowledging his wrongs. After all these years, he was still looking for punishment.
“Cas?” Dean shifted closer to him, sensing how distraught he was. “You keep forgetting all the good you’ve done. You saved Sam and I more times than we can count. Without you, I don’t know what would’ve happened.” Dean shuffled out of his blanket and swung his legs over the side of his bed, parallel to Cas’s. “Actually, I do know what would’ve happened. "The Apocalypse would’ve destroyed Earth. Dick Roman would have made us all walking meat. Metatron never would have been killed. Amara never would have been stopped. Lucifer would still be walking the earth…” Dean heard a sharp intake of breath from Cas’s direction at the name of his most recent murderer. Idiot, Dean though. You’re an idiot. The last thing he wanted was to make Cas more upset.
“Cas. Look at me.” Cas reluctantly turned his head to look at Dean, and Dean could see him rapidly blinking, attempting to hold back tears.
“Cas… you saved me,” Dean murmured, telling himself that he was referring to Hell and not… something more.
“That, Dean, is something I will never be ashamed of,” Cas whispered.
And in that moment, Dean was filled with such overwhelming emotion for Cas that he surprised even himself. It felt different from everything he had ever felt before. It felt like… love.
Dean reached over and grabbed Cas’s hand in one swift motion. Cas looked surprised, but for the first time that night, a smile broke out across his face. Dean took this as a sign to continue, and gently wrapped an arm around Cas and pulled him into his side.
Cas sighed in content, and allowed the tears to fall. Dean’s shirt absorbed his tears as they fell. Dean was always absorbing his sadness and making it disappear.
“You saved me, Cas,” Dean whispered, over and over. “You saved me.”


Written for the Art-A-Thon hosted by @fandomlife-universe (Person A can’t sleep and calls on Person B to help them out)

Becoming a Father Overnight Part Seventeen

Series Summary- Jared x Daughter!Reader. Jared Padalecki’s life is flipped upside down when he gets a call from a teenage girl saying she’s his daughter.

Disclaimer- I don’t own the Supernatural universe or the images/gifs used, they were found on Google.

Becoming a Father Overnight Masterlist 

Masterlist 

Y/n watched as the loading sign spun around on her screen. It stopped and a close up of Shep’s face flashed up on the screen. She chuckled, “Hi Shep. What cha doing?”

He yanked back from the screen, blushing. “I was waiting for it to load.”

“How was school today?”

“It was good. Everyone had recess at the same time today so I got to play with JJ and Tom.”

“That’s exciting. Did you do anything else today?”

“Yeah,” he responded simply, sliding to the edge of his seat. “I have to go tell Tom you’re on.”

He jumped down and she heard him run off yelling for their brother. Before long, Shep and Tom were climbing up in front of her, Gen and Jared coming along not far behind.

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Let Me See It

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 1,439

Warnings: a little bit of angst. a lot of Dean fluff

Request: You and the Winchesters go on a hunt and one of you gets hurt. How will you be able to hide it without coming across as weak?

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Originally posted by thejabberwock

You were the kind of person that doesn’t like to be seen as weak. You were a part of the Winchester family and being weak wasn’t one of the job descriptions. You were Dean’s girlfriend and Dean was such a brave man that takes pain a champ. The least you could do was do the same.

The huge gash on your side didn’t even hurt if you didn’t think about it too much. Pain demanded to be felt and if you focused on something else, it didn’t hurt too much. You hid it from Sam and Dean and so far, it’s been working but if Dean kept going over potholes, you would make a noise and then you would be in trouble for hiding it.

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You Understand, Right? (Part 9): Bought With Lies

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

Length: 1321+ words

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A/N: The chapter I’ve been DYING for everyone to read! The time has finally come!! I am so proud and happy with the next 2 chapters, so I hope you’ll like it as much as I do~ 

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Dean knew something was wrong. Something was off with Y/N, and he’s going to find out what.

He suspected something was wrong when a month after they brought her home, she hadn’t asked any questions about the details of her coming back to life. She hasn’t been a hunter in over ten years, but she was trained as one. She should have- would have known to question everything.

Everything about her behaviour was off when she was with both boys. It was fine when she was alone with Dean, when he was comforting her after a nightmare, or talking to her about repairing their relationship, but the minute she was outside of her room or his room with other people, she shuts down. At first he thought it was because she was uncomfortable with them, but then he saw this look in her eyes. The second he saw it, he was worried. He never wanted her to feel like that because he knew she had no reason to feel that way. The next few times he saw it, he was confused. It seems to be more apparent when he or Sam did something for her.

There was so much guilt in her eyes. And he didn’t know why.

His wariness only grew the day of the hunt. He saw the lingering looks she gave the Colt, and at first he was excited to show her their new choice of weapon. But after a while, she started asking more questions, where they got it, what it could do, what it could kill, and that was when alarm bells ran in Dean’s head.

Y/N hated hunting. She had no interest in hunting. She never actively learned to be a better hunter. She did it because she had to when she was with the boys. Sure, she was good at it- good enough to have survived thus far, but she never liked the brutality of it. John and Bobby only trained her because she didn’t say anything otherwise. She took in their training, absorbed it, and applied it. But she hated it. The moment she permanently lived in Bobby’s care, she stopped hunting- stayed away from it like it was the plague. Of course, they had a part to play in that- making sure she sat out in every case, but she there were never any signs that she wanted to go back to hunting. She never rebelled, and took hunts on her own.

Dean was stumped. His gut feeling told him something was wrong. So very wrong.

When they got back to the motel, Sam showered first, knocking out the second he rested on his bed. Dean thought about how to approach the situation while he was in the shower thinking of other reasons for Y/N’s sudden interest in the Colt. She patched up the youngest Winchester before he fell asleep, doing the same for Dean once he was finished showering. She slipped into the space next to him after she finished showering, placing a lot of distance between her and the hunter beside her. Perhaps a week ago, Dean would’ve brushed this act off as her not wanting to accidentally hurt him while she was sleeping, but he couldn’t think the same way. Not anymore. She was hiding something from him, and he wanted to know what.

After sleeping with her for most of his young life, he knew her body posture, and breathing pattern when she was deep asleep. Her body was tense as she laid still until well into the night. Dean pretended to be sleeping, deepening his breathing to play the part. Soon enough, she slipped out of their shared bed, she went over to Dean’s duffel bag. He purposely placed the Colt in his bag instead of under his pillow, wanting to see what her plans were before making his move. She didn’t grab anything else, but the Colt before slipping out of the motel room.

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Couples Counseling

Summary: What better way to investigate a marriage counselor (who may or may not be responsible for the death of six of her clients) than to go to marriage counseling? It’s just pretend right? No different than putting on the FBI suits. Of course, nothing ever goes according to plan, and Sam and Dean quickly get more than they bargained for.

Warnings: Wincest, eventual smut (all the smut), slow burn, canon-typical violence

Word Count: 9,200+

A/N: This is the first of two parts, because the fic got away from me and ended up being too long to post as one part. The second part is complete and will be up tomorrow! Feedback MUCH appreciated on this one!


MONDAY

“Remind me again what we’re doing here?” Dean is only half-sitting down in his chair, looking very much like he’s one wrong answer away from fleeing.

“Calm down,” Sam answers, keeping his voice low and steady. “Three people, all from the same small town, murdered their spouse then committed suicide, all within the span of a week. The only thing they have in common is this therapist.”

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I Can’t Save Her: Part 34

Warnings: Angst

Catch Up Here

Word Count: 1495

Summary: You have been with the Avengers for three years and during that time you have developed a close friendship with Bucky. When you discover another woman in Bucky’s room you begin to question what your true feelings are for him.

Author’s Notes: I hope you like it <3. I love to hear from you guys!

Originally posted by elisabetholsen

Originally posted by longnightsandcigarettes

Originally posted by mithborien

“I know you can fucking hear me!” Tony’s angry voice rose an octave above annoying as he kept repeating the words. I just wanted to be left alone – my body ached, and I was desperate for sleep. As sleep began to slip from my grasp I woke with a start.

“Bucky,” I whispered as I jerked up into a sitting position – wincing from the pain.

“What?” Tony asked as confusion spread across his face. At least I had shut him up from his tirade.

“He… he was there,” I replied half-dazed as Tony blinked dumbfounded at the information I was providing him. “He pulled me from the river,” I added as I stared at the palms of my hands. The pain that had prodded into my subconscious during sleep was beginning to grow like a wildfire inside of me. “Which means…”

“Which means he more than likely had nothing to do with the attack,” Tony finished my sentence as he massaged the line between his eyes. “I need to get ahold of Fury – here,” he added as he placed two pain pills in my upturned palm before turning to head towards the door. Once he reached it he faltered for a moment before turning back around. “Y/N?”

The sudden change in his tone caused me to immediately look up. “Why?”

My face grew hot as I tried to hide my embarrassment. In all honesty I didn’t have a good excuse that had driven me out into the woods – rather a need for some sort of peace. “I thought everyone would be better off… I didn’t…I didn’t mean to put myself in danger, but then I thought maybe it would be for the best,” I mumbled miserably as I looked anywhere but at Tony.

“You’ll never realize how wrong you are about that,” he added softly before slipping out of the door with his cellphone already dialing Fury.

I gladly downed the pain pills before settling myself back into the bed with a sigh. “Bucky,” the words escaped my lips like a wistful prayer as I slowly drifted back to sleep.


Months passed and as they did my hope waned. I was sidelined from the search for Bucky since everyone outside of the Avengers believed I was dead. My inability to help made me bitter, but Bucky’s reappearance and subsequent disappearance also made me resentful towards him. Why would he stay away after all we had been through – especially if he had nothing to do with the attack on Steve and myself?

Steve. The thought of him made me swallow thickly as I adjusted my sweater. I stared sadly at myself in the mirror as I tried my best to adjust my outfit. It was Thanksgiving, and the memories of the last one along with what we had lost since made my heart sink. I had enjoyed the solitude of the loft once Clint had convinced Tony I should have my own space again, but now I found my mere presence in it to be an exhausting memory of the emptiness inside of me. I bit my lip nervously before turning on my heel to head to the house.

As I walked towards the house in the early morning light I couldn’t help but feel as if something or someone was watching me. I paused nervously to scan the tree line before sighing to myself and continuing on my way. Since the accident I had had an eerie sense that someone was near to me at all times – which was usually somewhat true with Tony’s constant hovering. In all honesty I was probably the safest I could be with everyone back together, and I was looking forward to spending time with everyone. The loft had been rather lonely.

As I opened the door I was greeted with a barrage of hellos as Thor closed the distance between us and snatch me into a bone crushing hug. Once the merriment had calmed down and the men settled back into watching football while quarreling over the latest political moves to neutralize terrorist organizations like H.Y.D.R.A., Nat and Wanda settled beside me in the far corner of the room.

“How are you?” Wanda asked quietly as she gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.

“I would be a lot better if someone could put me to use,” I grumbled bitterly as I looked over at Tony. “Is there any news?” I asked as I turned to Nat.

She shrugged uncomfortably – clearly unsure how to proceed with the conversation. “Bits and pieces of intel have floated in about activity happening at H.Y.D.R.A facilities that we once thought to be inactive.”

“Activity?” I stuttered dumbly – thrown off guard by this information. My memories flashed back to the situation I had once found myself in at one of the supposed inactive facilities.

“Activity in the sense of – there are bodies when we get there, and the compounds are almost completely destroyed,” she added with a sly grin.

“Bucky…” I whispered to myself.

“I’m almost certain it is, but his behavior is too erratic for us to pinpoint where he will go next. He’s even been able to uncover compounds we had no idea about. It’s clear that he is looking for something.”

“Or someone,” I added as I focused my gaze on a worn spot in the rug below my feet.

“Do you think he’ll ever come back?” I asked as I felt the hopelessness bubble inside of me at the sound of the words.

“Maybe,” Nat responded quietly with a reassuring squeeze of my hand before we lapsed into silence.


I found myself in a familiar scene as I stared out the window, and watched the shadows grow in the waning afternoon light. Except this time Steve wasn’t there to reassure me, and Bucky wasn’t coming back. I sighed sadly to myself as I turned to make my way to the dining room where everyone was preparing their plates. As we all went through the motions of celebrating we struggled to not address the sense of loss that saturated everything. A sudden clink of a glass caused me to jump as I looked around the table.

“If I could have everyone’s attention for a second,” Tony announced awkwardly as he stood and raised his newly poured glass of wine. “We’ve lost more this year collectively than we could have ever imagined. Through that loss we were reminded of those that we still have and for that we are grateful,” his voiced cracked as his eyes swept around the table – lingering on me longer than any of the others. “I am hopeful that some of what we lost will find its way back to us, but in the meantime I’m thankful for those I get to share this meal with. To Steve – to Y/N,” he added as the others followed in unison before everyone lapsed into silence as they began to pass around bowls and pans of food. I could feel the tightening in my throat as my hands began to tremor slightly – the tell-tale sign of an episode. I needed to be away – if only for a moment.

“If you’ll excuse me for a second,” I muttered as I cleared my throat awkwardly before rising from my chair. I had put up a reassuring hand on Tony’s shoulder, before slipping from the dining room to the living room, where I grabbed my jacket, before slipping into the crisp autumn night.

This was normal behavior for me… Clint and Laura were accustomed to it since I spent nearly every waking hour with them. Since the night I had wandered into the woods and almost drowned before Bucky had rescued me I had taken to wandering through the woods around the house as a way to calm myself. Between the night terrors that had intensified and the sudden paralyzing fear that gripped me without warning I had become quite accustomed to the solitude. I sometimes imagined that perhaps Bucky would appear from behind a tree and tell me he was back, but I never really put much merit into the thought beyond a small childish hope.

At the sound of a branch crunching underneath a careful footstep behind me I turned with a full force roundhouse kick only for my leg to be stopped by a hand in midair. “Careful doll,” a familiar voice drifted through the shadows as the hand immediately released my ankle causing me to stumble back in surprise as I stared at the man before me. He was scraggly and dirty from months on the move – it was easy to see that he hadn’t taken good care of himself, but underneath all the bruises and grime I knew exactly who it was.

“Bucky,” I said so quietly it was almost inaudible.

“Y/N…. I’m… I’m back,” he answered hesitantly – unwilling to close the distance between us. He looked as if he had seen a ghost as he looked at me in silence. When he finally spoke again it was with great hesitation. “I need to talk to you about your father,” he added and my heart dropped.


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Yearning for More

This is for @trexrambling‘s Daring Drabbles - but I did break your 500 word rule, I’m so sorry, but it HAD to be longer. You’ll thank me - I hope!
Challenge: Y for Yearning, John Winchester
Word Count: 1250
Characters: John x Reader, Sam and Dean for a moment
Warnings: SMUT without a plot! NSFW aesthetic under the cut (made by @jayankles)
A/N: I wanna thank @manawhaat @codenameruby @feelmyroarrrr @ohmychuckitssamanddean @grace-for-sale and @papawinchxster for spamming me with gifs when I was stuck; y’all made this happen. Also, thanks Mana and Grace for talking John through with me!
If you’re not 18+ please do not read further. This is not for you.

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Undisclosed Desires (part 2)

Words: 2.2k

Summary: You and Castiel resolve some personal issues.

Warnings: Here be smut (oral, rough sex, dirty talk, teasing, multiple orgasms, over sensitivity)

A/N: Master tag list is at the end, let me know if you’d like to be added.

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Sam and Dean smirked at being told that you needed to speak to Castiel alone. Before they could issue a witty remark to you, Castiel barked at them in a commanding tone. “Get out.”

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