Hello! Here’s a request I’ve been working on; I had fun with this one!
Request: @dragoncharmwitch - Could you make a text where you’re michael’s older sister and he finds out you fancy ash. And the boys set you up please :) // Sorry this one took so long!
Title: Brother’s Best Friend
Summary: When her brother and his friends find out that Y/N has a crush on Ashton, they decide to take action.
Warnings: Lil’ bit of language. Nothing horrible.
“Shit,” you mutter, digging through the refrigerator. Letting out an annoyed sigh, you turn around and run a hand through your hair. “Michael!” you shout. You wait a few moments and, when he doesn’t reply, you cup your hands around your mouth and yell a bit louder. “Michael!”
You hear a muffled “What,” from upstairs and groan in frustration.
“You took the last bottle of water, you prick!” you call again, but you’re met with silence. Naturally, of course; you can only assume your brother is in his bedroom with the door closed, his music up loud, and his headset glued to his ears so he can talk to his friends as he plays his video games. “Moron,” you grumble to yourself, slamming the refrigerator door closed and grabbing your keys from the table. Looks like you’re making a grocery run. Oh, well. You need snacks, anyway.
You head to the door, but when you open it you yelp in surprise as you nearly collide with another body. “What the hell!” you exclaim, blinking in surprise before your gaze focuses on a face you know all too well.
“Well, hello to you too, Y/N,” Ashton says with a cheeky grin.
You roll your eyes and smile, shaking your head. “Move over, Irwin,” you tell him, and you can only hope your face isn’t as red as a tomato.
So maybe you have a tiny, little crush on your brother’s friend. You’re honestly not sure how someone with a working pair of eyes couldn’t have a crush on Ashton. The guy is gorgeous. Half of your grade drools over him, including you. You suppose you’re lucky that he’s one of Michael’s best friends, granting you opportunities to see him outside of school several times a week, although you never quite understood why Ashton hangs out with a bunch of kids in the year below him.
“Well, what’s the password?” Ashton quips in regard to your demand, crossing his arms. He unknowingly flexes in the process, and your heart skips a beat.
“The password,” you say, still smiling, “is back up before I make you.”
Ashton lets out a laugh (you’re pretty sure a swarm of butterflies was just set loose in your stomach) and steps away. “As much as I’d like to accept your challenge, Y/N,” he says, “you’re awfully intimidating when you threaten.”
Your smile grows and you step out of the doorway, making your way down the driveway before turning around to glance at Ashton. You could swear he just winked at you before he walked into the house, but you tell yourself it’s just wishful thinking. Still, though, after you’ve settled behind the wheel of your car, you pull out your phone to text your friend.
Ashton Irwin just got here and the boy looks too good. I have actual tears in my eyes.
You add a heart-eyed emoji at the end of the message for exaggeration before you toss your phone into the center console and start up the car.
“Honey, I’m home,” you mutter sarcastically as you walk through the door. You’re juggling a six-pack of bottled water and two grocery bags as you stumble into the kitchen, dropping everything onto the counter at the first chance you get. You hear laughter from upstairs and realize that Michael has a few other friends over as well as Ashton; probably Luke and Calum.
You set to work putting away the few groceries you bought and take a bottle of water for yourself. You hear footsteps behind you, and when you turn around you see Michael standing behind you. “Uh, hi?” you say with a frown. Your brother looks slightly puzzled as he scratches at the back of his neck.
“Do you like Ashton?” he asks bluntly.
You blink, taken slightly aback by the question. “I—what? I mean, yeah. Obviously I like him. I kinda have to, considering he’s your friend and—”
“No,” Michael shakes his head. “Not like, platonically or anything. I mean it as in, like… more than platonically?”
A feeling of unease settles over you. How would he—
And then your eyes widen. You reach for your phone, quickly unlocking it and opening your messages. “Fuck,” you whisper when you realize that you didn’t, in fact, send your Ashton-related text to your friend Michaela, but instead to Michael. Damn them and their similar names.
You look up from your phone and notice that Michael is still there, standing awkwardly. “I…” you begin, trying to figure out the best way to word your next sentence. It’s no use lying at this point, you figure. Might as well admit. “I… find him… attractive,” you say, and it comes out sounding more like a question than anything else.
“You think Ashton is attractive?” Michael repeats, furrowing his brow.
“Yes?” you reply sheepishly, cringing slightly.
Michael shakes his head and you think you might die from awkwardness. There’s no way he won’t tell Ashton. Even worse, Ashton probably already saw the message. Shit, shit, shit, sh—
“I mean, coming from a straight guy, you’re not wrong.”
“Huh?” you ask, looking at your brother. Michael only shrugs.
“Ashton Irwin is an attractive male,“ he clarifies. “I’m straight, not blind.”
“Wait…” you begin, “so you’re not like, mad or anything?”
“I mean I’m not gonna lie, it kinda weirds me out,” Michael admits, “but in all honesty I think he’s sort of into you too, something I will never be able to understand—”
“—but, I guess it’s whatever. You guys flirt all the time and it’s kinda nasty, so Luke and Cal and I talked it over and figured we might as well help you guys out.”
At this point, you’re thoroughly confused. So, Michael is okay with the fact that you like Ashton? And he thinks Ashton likes you too? And he and his other friends are going to help you out? “What… what does that even mean?” you say skeptically.
“Just don’t worry about it,” Michael sighs. “It wasn’t my idea; Luke just thinks he’s a genius or something. I’m gonna go back upstairs now before I puke at the thought of you dating one of my best friends.”
“O-okay?” you stutter, watching as your younger brother heads back upstairs. You press a hand to your forehead and lean against the counter, letting out a deep breath.
What the hell just happened?
You groan as you hear Michael’s voice from down the hall. You just got comfortable on your bed. “What?” you holler back.
You don’t receive a reply, and you groan again, closing your laptop and standing up from your spot. Stretching your back, you slowly pad your way down the hall to Michael’s bedroom. The door is closed, so you knock. “Mike, what the hell do you want?” you demand. You can hear laughter and gunshots, meaning they’re still glued to their video game. “Mi—” you’re about to knock one more time before the door opens to reveal your brother’s friend Calum.
“Oh,” he says. “Hey, Y/N.”
“Hi?” you frown, trying to peer around him into the room. “Why did you guys call?”
Michael materializes behind Calum and grins. “We sent Ashton into the garage.”
“Congratulations,” you deadpan. “Why, though?”
“We told him to find a ball. We want to play some pickup in the yard,” calls Luke from his spot in front of the TV.
“Cool…” you say, your frown deepening.
“We’re in the middle of a game, so could you just go help him?” Michael suggests, rolling his eyes.
You make a face of exasperation, letting out a sigh when you realize what’s going on. “Seriously, you guys?”
“Take the opportunity or leave it, Y/N,” says Michael. “Naturally I’d prefer for you to leave it, but I’m outnumbered.”
You look up at Calum and he shrugs, smiling innocently at you. “We just want to play some football.”
You close your eyes and press your fingers to the bridge of your nose. “Fine,” you say finally. “I will go help Ashton look for a ball.”
Without another word, you turn and head back down the hall.
You wish you were wearing something other than sweatpants and a tank top as you step into the garage, where Ashton is rummaging through the piles of junk. “Need a hand?” you call, straining to see him.
“Huh?” his head pokes around from behind a cardboard box and he grins when he realizes it’s you. “Oh. Hey, Y/N. How’d you know I was struggling out here?”
You shrug, feigning nonchalance. “Just had a feeling. I can always tell when there’s a damsel in distress nearby.”
Ashton stands to his full height and stretches. “Damsel in distress?” he asks. “I take offense to that. Very emasculating.”
“It’s the twenty-first century,” you tell him. “Nothing should be emasculating. But, if it makes you feel any better, Mike and the other guys told me to help you.”
“Ah, so they’re the ones who can sense a person in distress.”
“More-or-less,” you agree, stepping forward. “So, you can’t find a ball.”
“I’m afraid you’re correct,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair and glancing around.
You follow his line of vision, looking around the garage before your gaze lands on exactly what you’re looking for. “Well,” you say triumphantly, walking over to a box hidden behind Michael’s old bicycle that he’s used maybe like once in his entire life and reaching over to grab the black-and-white ball. “Clearly you didn’t look very hard.”
Ashton purses his lips and exhales through his nose. “Guess not.”
You giggle and walk back over to where he’s standing, holding the ball out. However, when he goes to grab it, you pull it back toward you. “You know, this is gonna cost you,” you snicker, looking at him with arched eyebrows.
“Oh, really?” he replies with a grin, stepping closer. In response, you take a step back. You nod, and his smile grows. “Well, what’s your price?”
“Hmm,” you pretend to think, tapping your index finger against your lips and looking up. “I think—” Before you can finish your sentence, Ashton lunges forward and grabs the ball. However, you had a strong grip on it and as a result, he pulled you forward as well. You end up a few inches away from him and laugh nervously, hoping your face isn’t growing red at the proximity. “You think you’re quick!” you remark, looking up at him and immediately wishing you didn’t.
The two of you hold eye contact for what can’t be more than one second before he speaks, but you’re like 80% sure it really lasts closer to five minutes (have his eyes always had that much green in them?), before he speaks. “Actually,” he says lowly, and you can’t stop your breath from hitching, “I know I’m quick.”
You steel yourself and tilt your head to the side in faux innocence. “I’ll believe it when I see it,” you challenge.
“You want proof?”
“Yep,” you smirk. “Full proof, and maybe an essay written in MLA format with—”
Your sentence is cut off by Ashton’s hands on either side of your face and his lips on yours. You drop the ball, letting it bounce away across the concrete. You’re about to respond when Ashton breaks the kiss. “You talk too much,” he says, smiling at you. “How’s that for quick?”
You’re pretty sure you resemble a fish right now, your jaw dropping only for your mouth to snap closed, then fall open again as you try to process what the hell just happend. “Oh my god.”
Ashton’s expression changes to one of fear, maybe doubt, and he lets go of your face. “Wait, did I overstep?” he asks, taking a step back. “Shit, Y/N, I thought… should I not have…? Shit, I’m sorry, I—”
This time, however, you’re the quick one. Having (mostly) recovered from the first kiss, you don’t waste any time in closing the distance between the two of you, lightly grabbing the material at the collar of his singlet and pulling him toward you. “And you said I talk too much,” you say before leaning forward.
It feels nice to kiss Ashton. He’s good at it. The two of you break apart again, only to grin at each other and lean in once more. “You’re supposed to be bringing that ball up to the other guys,” you remind him against his lips, and he lets out a breathy laugh in response.
“They can wait a little bit longer.”
So where does this leave us?
You chew on your lip anxiously as your thumb hovers over the ‘send’ button, and you close your eyes when you tap it. The familiar whoosh of your message sending causes you to cringe. Do you sound desperate? Clingy?
Ashton and the other guys left about a half hour ago. The garage incident escalated to a brief makeout session before you and Ashton finally decided you were gone for too long. Exchanging awkward smiles, he left the garage and you followed a few minutes later. You didn’t see him for the rest of the night.
So now here you are, sitting on the couch while a movie plays on the TV and serves as background noise to your inner suspense.
Suddenly the telltale bubble appears on Ashton’s side of the screen, showing that he’s typing. “Shit,” you mutter. You close your messaging app and wait for his message to come through, and when it does, your heart lurches anxiously.
You tell me, princess.
You roll your eyes before typing back a quick response.
Don’t do that. You kissed me first.
He continues to type and your heart rate picks up. You look up at the TV in front of you. A clearly-suspenseful scene is playing out, and the lead character’s heartbeat is illustrated through the pounding of drums. Me too, you relate. A whoosh tells you that Ashton has replied.
I think it’s pretty safe to say that I’m into you, if you couldn’t tell earlier. And it seemed an awful like you’re into me, too. So, I’d like to act on this mutual interest, as long as you’re up for it.
You bite your lip again, but this time it isn’t out of nerve. You fight a smile as you type back.
Sounds good to me.
Oh, but you’re not asking me out over text. Just a heads up.
When Ashton’s reply comes in, you can’t help but kick your legs and laugh out of giddiness.
Wouldn’t have it any other way. Talk to you tomorrow xx
“You’re welcome, by the way,” comes Michael’s voice as he enters the room with a soda in his hand, plopping down on the recliner that rests diagonal from the couch you’re on. He takes a swig from the aluminum can and raises an eyebrow smugly.
“Shut up,” you tell him, but you can’t bring yourself to be mad. The smile on your face is more than enough proof.
You and Charlie attempted a much needed girls trip so you’ve been gone for the last three days. You decided to head home early, the amount of alcohol that was consumed hitting you both hard. So much for being party girls.
You just hope that the bunker is in one piece. Hell, that the boys are in one piece. You make way into the garage, your eyes immediately landing on the beauty that is Baby. Noticing that the car Sam uses is gone, you tiredly trudge through the door and head into the bunker.
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Chapter Summary: After Sam is locked into the cage, the rest of you figure out how to move on with your lives.
You are a reaper, actually one of Death’s favorites. You’ve been following the story of the Winchesters for a while, staying out of sight, never letting them see you. You slowly fall in love with Sam, even though he doesn’t know you exist. But that all changes one day. Set in Season 5
You wiped away another tear that had managed to sneak it’s way down your cheek as you stared at the ground that had swallowed Sam whole just moments before. It was hard to realize that he was gone, and that you would never see him again.
Then there was the fact that you hadn’t been able to heal Dean. Had Lucifer made you human? Or were your powers dormant, waiting to return. You hadn’t tried anything else, and you weren’t ready to quite yet.
“Dean.” You heard a familiar raspy voice say from behind you, as Cas leaned down to touch his hand gently to Dean’s battered face. Quickly his cuts, bruises and broken bones vanished, leaving the handsome face unblemished once again.
“Cas, you’re alive.” You muttered, amazed to see the Angel walking around once again.
The trip through New York City was exciting, especially with Peter swinging you around. During the trip through the city, Peter contacted someone with his watch but you didn’t hear who it was, as you were perplexed by the city-life under you. Eventually, you arrived at the outskirts of the city where a car was waiting for you.
shoreline (e.g. beach, harbor, lighthouse cliff edge)
treehouse / kids’ secret base
meadow (day or night or different seasons)
patio / balcony
unfinished building (e.g. abandoned, under construction)
bedroom (e.g. messy, neat, being “used”)
lab / surgical theatre
coral reef / lake
ship / boat
witch’s / giant’s / monster’s lair
fast food / diner
plane / airship
space walk / spacejet
wonderland / alien world
hallway (e.g. museum, mansion, school)
prison / dungeon
temple / cathedral / important building
Added challenge!: a) Include no “people” b) include OCs/people in all of them c) do a before/after split of each (e.g. time lapse, seasons, day/night, weather) d) choose a time period or setting to incorporate details for all of them (e.g. fantasy, medieval, modern, future)
Easter was all about family for you. Dean was gracious enough
to attend church with you and your father in the morning. After the church service
was over, your father and Dean disappeared out to the garage on your land to
take a look at and possibly do some work on the TransAm.
Sam and Jess were with Jess’s family all day, so you offered
to host Easter dinner, and invited Mary to spend the time with your family. It
would be the first time anyone from your two families would be spending anytime
together, but both you and Dean were looking forward to it.
You cooked a turkey, mashed potatoes and mixed vegetables.
Your sister-in-law was bringing some sort of side casserole and deviled eggs,
and Mary offered to make a couple of pies for dessert.
You father and Dean still had not returned to the house when
Mary arrived, right on the heels of your brother’s family.
“Mary, come in,” you greeted, hugging her tightly. “This is my
brother Seth, my sister-in-law Kayla, and my handsome nephew, Eli. Guys, this
is Dean’s mother, Mary Winchester.”
“So nice to meet all of you,” Mary smiled, then shook Eli’s
chubby little hand. “Especially you, cutie.”
Kayla and Mary got to chatting about Eli and Sam and Jess’s
little bundle of joy, so you left them to visit and picked up your phone.
our way back.
The reply was so instantaneous, you wondered if perhaps the
two of you had sent the texts at the same time.
“Where’s Romeo?” Seth asked, leaning against the counter and
watching you work.
“At the garage. Beer in the fridge, if you want one.”
“Whose idea was it for them to spend time together alone?” He
went to the fridge and pulled out a beer for himself and one for you.
You frowned. “Um, Dean’s, I think. Why?”
Seth shrugged and put on that mischievous smile you’d seen
thousands of times, maybe more, since he was little. “Why would he want to talk
to Dad alone? Think about it, Sis.”
Groaning, you rolled your eyes. “Oh, come on. They went to
look at the car. They’re both into that kind of thing, and poor Dean has had to
work on it with me the whole time. I’m sure he wanted help from someone who has
more than a basic understanding of engines.”
Seth shrugged again and gave you a look that said you were
dense. “Whatever you say, Y/N.”
Phillip, the youngest of the three kids, arrived just minutes
before your father and Dean returned to the house. You introduced Phillip to
Mary and then dragged your father to where the older woman was on the floor,
playing with Eli.
“Mary, this is my dad, Mike. Dad, this is Dean’s mother, Mary.”
Mary stood and shook hands with your father; while they got
acquainted, you accosted Dean into the kitchen.
“Okay, listen, I have to ask this so I can stomach down some
dinner,” you started. “Seth was being a little shit, like he usually is, but he
kind of thought that maybe you wanted to get Dad alone at the garage so that
you could – I mean, I know he’s crazy, but Seth thought that maybe you were
going to – to ask Dad – ugh. I can’t even get this out.”
Dean smiled down at you before kissing you softly. “Babe, it’s
all right. I get what you’re trying to say. Yes, we did discuss my intentions
in this relationship, but I’m not going to be getting down on one knee anytime
You were both relieved and disappointed. “Okay. I’m sorry I
had to ask.”
“Never be sorry,” Dean replied, kissing you again. “Always
You grinned up at your boyfriend, joining hands with him so
the two of you could go into the living room where everyone was visiting and
announce that supper was ready. The introductions had gone smoothly, and as the
meal continued, it seemed that Mary was fitting into your family as seamlessly
as you had fit in with the Winchesters. You had no doubt that when Sam and Jess
were added to the mix, things would be just as easy.
Since the subject had come up, while you ate your pie, you
allowed your mind to wander to the time when Dean would get down on one knee, and your two families would become one.
It made your heart race, knowing it was something that you had to look forward