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Church Oppa (Joshua/Jisoo Smut)

Summary: The shy little boy next door - complete with a purity ring and church camp certified, not exactly a match for someone who’s spent a fortune in foundation just to cover up hickies. But Joshua caught your attention within minutes and you couldn’t help but hope that God turned a blind eye when you captured his. Smut. 

(AN: Okay I had a lot of fun writing this and it is a little bit shorter than my other ones (5400 words) but eh whatever I hope you guys like it. I focused so much on the pinky ring because when I first saw the Seventeen rings honestly I didn’t know they were band rings, no words of a lie I thought they were purity rings because I had just come from the 5sos fandom and a bunch of people were saying that Luke’s pinky ring was a purity ring and he stopped wearing it randomly after his eighteenth birthday, so… whatever please enjoy the smut and message me feedback! -Tanisha<3)

Empty house - boring. TV - boring. YouTube - boring. Tumblr - boring. Homework - boring. Sunday afternoon - boring, boring, boring. There was nothing good about Sundays and you had no clue who invented them or thought they were a good idea. But, you supposed, whatever day ultimately took their place would suck just as much.

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⚡ Magical Harry Potter quotes for sorority tees & crafts! ⚡

Harry Potter sayings are perfect for bid day tee shirts, banners, paddles, canvases and more! Pick your favorite quote and add some Hogwarts magic to your sorority events and crafts. All quotes are written by J.K. Rowling, or inspired by her books.

⚡  Magical Harry Potter Quotes for Sorority Life: ⚡

  • Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.
  • Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.
  • In dreams, we enter a world that’s entirely our own.
  • It is our choices that show what we truly are.
  • Mischief managed.
  • I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.
  • You’re a ____ Harry. (insert sorority name)
  • Don’t let the Muggles get you down.
  • Anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.
  • I would’ve gone to Hogwarts, but they didn’t have _____. (insert sorority name)
  • You sort of start thinking anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.
  • Until the very end.
  • Happiness can be found… if one remembers to turn on the light. 
  • Always.
  • I love magic.
  • If you have to ask, you will never know.
  • Till the very end.
  • Just a Wizard girl living in a Muggle world.
  • Hogwarts & _____ will always be there to welcome you home. 
  • Recruit like you’ve been picked for the Triwizard Tournament. 
  • What would Hermione do?
  • We do not need magic to change the world, we carry all the power we need within ourselves already.
  • Study like a Granger, Eat like a Weasley, Live like a Potter.
  • My Patronus is _____. (insert sorority name)
  • We accept the love we think we deserve. 
Badass!Reader Part Three! Request: One where Dean catches the reader reading Dean x reader fanfic? Request: DeanxReader where she has a panic attack or s/t and so she goes to his room at night and he calms her down and helps her get back to sleep and just lots of fluff? Thank you love

Word Count:5328

Pairings:Dean X Reader

Warnings: Nightmares, panic attack, non graphic death

A/N: Soooooooooooo this part is done, kinda used a few requests in this one so I can get the list down a little while I’m working on this series. I am still taking requests and if you want me to add anything to this series, just send in a request :) There will be another part of this, as I want to explore the readers past, but thats really the only plans I have for it right now, though that could change at any time. Like I said, if you have any ideas, hit me with requests (only gently though, I bruise easily)… and while we’re on the subject, if any of you guys have tattoos and wanna show, that’s awesome. I love tattoos and am thinking of getting my first pretty soon. So yes! Anyway, I’ll let you get to reading :) Hope you enjoy :D

Part One

Part Two

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It was during your third week of living at the bunker that you heard a knock at the door. 

It was the middle of the morning and both brothers were in the gym, sparring to pass the time. 

You’d been with them, but you’d ran up to the kitchen to get some water from the fridge, and on your way back through the library, you heard a banging on the door. 

Everyone was home, Cas included, so you picked up a gun before you proceeded to the door, knowing that you could never be too cautious living with the Winchesters.  

The door banged again, just as you opened it, and you found yourself face to face with a slightly nervous looking man, with curly hair and a beard, his eyes darting up at you before he returned to looking over your shoulder, even though there was nothing there. 

You were just about to ask who he was when he smiled shyly at you and put his hand on your shoulder. 

“Hey Y/N. It’s good to see you,” he said in a soft voice, sounding friendly enough, but you frowned and tried to remember if you’d ever met him before, but you were drawing a blank. 

“Do I know you?” You eventually asked, and he smiled and shook his head.

“No. Not yet. I’m Chuck, the prophet….” 

“OH MY GOD, IS THIS HER?!” 

You didn’t even have time to look before somebody was barrelling into you, almost taking you off your feet. 

All you managed to see was a head of flaming red hair and a Harry Potter tee before you were suddenly being hugged. 

You stood there for a few seconds, “Chuck” giving you a sympathetic and tired look over the head of the girl who had ahold of you, before you got too weirded out. 

You broke the grip of the person hugging you and held them at arms length, slightly unnerved by her huge grin and the way she seemed to bounce around, even when standing still. 

She reminded you of a puppy. A slightly adorable, very excitable, red head puppy. 

Chuck sighed and looked at the girl. 

“Charlie, let her go. You’re freaking her out… She doesn’t know who you are yet. Even if you know everything about her…” 

He was right, you were seriously freaked out. You’d never met them before but they were standing outside your door and talking about you like they knew you.

Luckily you were saved as Dean walked into the library, having come to investigate what was taking you so long with the water, and he heard voices, so he jogged up to you. 

“DEAN!” 

You yanked your arms back as the girl screeched and attacked Dean with a hug, which he surprised you by catching her and hugging her back, laughing at her. 

Chuck stepped into the doorway, but as Dean clearly knew them, you let him pass. 

“It’s good to see you, Charlie…” Dean smiled and Charlie stepped back and then looked at you, nodding her head at you so Dean would get the idea.

He caught on and gestured to you. 

“Charlie, this is Y/N, and Y/N, this is Charlie. She’s the annoying little sister we never wanted, and she’s also our computer geek.” 

You smiled at her, trying not to look too freaked out, but she was still smiling at you like she knew all of your deepest secrets, and it was unnerving you. 

“Good to meet you,” you tried, and she beamed at you, so you smiled back and then excused yourself, deciding to go find Sammy and tell him that you had guests. 

He was still in the gym, doing press ups when you walked in, but he stopped once he saw you, so you told him that you had guests and he nodded. 

“Who?” 

You shrugged and pulled a face.

“Charlie and Chuck? They just showed up at the door… Friends of yours?” You asked, your eyebrows raised, and Sammy laughed. 

“Yeah you could say that. Charlie helped us with the Leviathans, and Chuck is just… Well that one’s a little more complicated. He’s a…” 

“Phrophet?” You guessed, remembering what he had said to you, and Sam nodded, looking like he was going to say something else, but then decided against it. 

You walked back up to the library together, and when you walked in, everyone seemed to be a little calmer, so you took a seat next to Dean, which was opposite Chuck, and joined in the conversation. Chuck was telling the brothers about something that you didn’t understand at all, so you grew bored and went over to Charlie, who was doing something on her laptop, so you plonked down next to her and she turned to you and grinned, slightly less enthusiastic than she had been earlier. 

“Hey, Y/N… I’m sorry if I freaked you out earlier… Its just that I’ve wanted to meet you ever since I read about you, and you’re exactly how I imagined, and you and Dea…” 

“Whoa, Whoa, whoa… What?” You asked, suddenly very confused again, and Charlie seemed to know what you were on about as she smacked herself in the head. 

“Of course! The boys wouldn’t have told you anything… Chuck over there is much more than just a prophet… He is also a writer, and he has documented the boys lives, and so on that fateful day when you met the brothers, your story met theirs, and ever since, you have been a regular…” 

That was all a lot to process and you looked over at the boys and saw Chuck looking back at you, giving you a sympathetic look, so you turned back to Charlie, kind of curious about it all, even if it did boggle your mind a little. 

She was loading something on he laptop, so you waited for a second and she turned it around to face you. She was on some sort of website and had typed yours and deans name into the search bar, along with the word “Supernatural”, and suddenly there was hundreds of results. 

 “Holy shit!” You yelled as you saw some of the stuff on there. Charlie quickly scrolled down, trying to get the “fan art” off the screen, but your mouth was still hanging open, not quite believing what you had just seen. Your shouting had drawn the attention of the boys, so Charlie closed her laptop and stood up, pulling on your arm so that you’d follow her. 

“Maybe we should take this somewhere more private?” She hissed in your ear, but you were still in shock from the picture you had seen, so she just dragged you along with her, heading for the room she stayed in when she visited, two doors down from yours. Her room was so much brighter than yours, and she had decorated it to her own taste, and it even had a TV and a few games consoles plugged in. 

In the whole time you’d been living there, you hadn’t once known that her room was there. 

She put her laptop on the bed and then flopped down next to it on her stomach so that she could reach under the bed to grab a heavy looking box and pulled it out, blowing dust from the lid in a dramatic fashion, making you roll your eyes. 

When she sat back up, she scooped things from the box, and she placed them on the bed in front of you. 

“These, my dear, are the Supernatural stories. The boy’s lives from “Dad’s on a hunting trip”, all the way till… Wait no. I shouldn’t really tell you anything. It’s your future. Spoiler alert and all that…“ 

You were slightly lost, but you had no time to say this before Charlie threw the first book at you, ordering you to get reading. 

You pulled a face but thanked her all the same. 

"It’s cool. You don’t come in till a while later, but at least you will know what the boys have been up to so far, and what you’ve got to look forward to,” she shrugged, opening her laptop again, and smiling evily as she scrolled through pages and pages of fan fiction, and fan art about you and Dean. 

“Holy shit!” You exclaimed again, in complete amazement about how much there was on there about the pair of you. Charlie just chuckled and kept scrolling. 

“Yeah, a lot of people in the fandom ship you and Dean. Myself included. You guys are my OTP.” 

You frowned, wondering what language she was speaking to you in, but you thought better than asking as she was scrolling like she was on a mission, so you picked up the book she had thrown your way and got comfortable.

Opening it to the first page, you began reading. 

Two hours later, you closed the book and put it down, feeling a dull ache in your chest at how it had ended. It only hurt more when you remembered that all the events in the stories were true, and your two best friends had been through that all. 

Looking around the room, you realised that Charlie had left at some point, and you had been too absorbed in the book to realise, so you stood up and left, still feeling pretty down. 

You’d only read one book, but so much had happened to the two brothers that it made you slightly reluctant to keep reading, but you knew you would. Just later though. You needed a break, and to see them both, and make sure that they were okay. 

When you walked into the library, Sam and Charlie were geeking out over a computer, but there was no Dean or Chuck in sight, so you headed for the kitchen, knowing that that was where you were likely to find Dean. 

As usual, you were right, and he was leaning against the side, a cup of coffee in his hand, and he was laughing at something Chuck had said to him. 

He looked up when you walked in, his smile fading when he saw the look on your face, and he put his cup down and was about to walk to you when you just fell into his chest, your arms circling him so that you could hold him close.

Immediately he hugged you close and asked you what was wrong, but you didn’t answer for a few seconds, and so Chuck took that as his cue to excuse himself, leaving the pair of you alone in the kitchen. 

Dean rubbed your back soothingly, and a moment later, you looked up at him. Seeing how worried he looked, you told him what was up, trying to ease his worry a little. 

“I just… I’m so sorry, Dean,” you whispered and hugged him closer. 

He was confused by your actions and wondered what you’d done that you felt you had to apologise for, chuckling nervously as he asked you. 

“What for?” 

You pulled away from him and took his hands, looking up into his face as you spoke. 

“Everything. What’s happened to you and Sammy…” 

You felt your eyes water, but you blinked the tears away and continued talking, your voice not betraying you. 

“You went to Hell, Dean. And I read what they did to you down there, and it hurts so bad. I can’t even imagine what it’s like for you, having to live with those memories every day…” You trailed off and Dean frowned. It hadn’t taken long for him to establish that you’d been reading the supernatural books, so he silently cursed Charlie, but then looked back down at you and stroked your hair back off your face. 

“Y/N, I’m fine. Sam’s fine. We’re all okay… If the books are gonna affect you this way, why don’t you stop reading them? Believe me, you don’t want to know what happens in your story. It spins you out because you can’t change it…”

You shrugged, knowing that it would drive you crazy if you knew how and when your story ended, but at the same time, you were interested in learning everything that had happened before you had met. It almost felt like a breach of privacy, but you realised that if Dean had wanted to hide anything from you, he would have asked you to stop reading. 

 It still made you feel a little guilty as Dean didn’t know everything about your past yet. You hadn’t told him about the way your mom had died. You wanted to. You needed to, especially now that you lived with him, but you wanted to forget about it, and just hope that he never caught up to you…

The next two weeks went by without any hunts coming up, so you spent a lot of the time in the bunker, hanging out with Charlie and the boys, or reading the supernatural stories. Dean was getting pretty used to walking in and finding you lost in a book, or playing video games with Charlie. 

If you were honest, it was nice to have some female company for once. Even though you loved the boys, you couldn’t talk to them like you could to Charlie. It had taken a while to get over her cheeriness, but now you realised the it was all part of her charm, and you actually enjoyed having her about. 

You had just caught up to the Supernatural book that told the story that ended when you moved into the bunker with them, and you suddenly felt like you had nothing to do, but Charlie would not give you the next book. 

“Spoilers…” was the only thing she would say to you when you asked for it, and she’d even hidden the rest of the books so that you couldn’t read them anymore. So you were sulking on her bed now, Charlie actively ignoring you as she scrolled through “tumblr”, the site she spent most of her time on. The same site that had loads of fanart of you and Dean, a lot of which made you uncomfortable, but some of them were pretty badass. 

You hadn’t mentioned the site to the brothers as you were slightly embarrassed, but also interested. 

“Come on, Charlie! I’m getting withdrawal!” You whined, half debating praying to Cas so that he’d bring you a copy of the next book, but explaining could be awkward, so you would wait. 

It turned out that Charlie would take pity on you, and after a few more moments of silence, she turned her laptop around and showed you the page that she had loaded up. She was still on tumblr, but she had searched for yours and Dean’s names, and once again, you were confronted by hundreds of results. This time though, they were all text posts and once you looked a little closer, you realised what Charlie had done. 

She wasn’t going to let you read any further into your story, but she had given you more reading material. 

“Fan fiction? As in, fans write stories about us?” 

Charlie nodded enthusiastically and you rolled your eyes, but pulled the laptop closer so that you could scroll though. 

You actually got pretty hooked, and after a while, Charlie announced that she was going to hang out with Sam for a bit, and to look out for the “steamy” stories. 

Slightly worried by what she meant, you nodded and then carried on reading. 

It soon became pretty apparent and you found yourself blushing at some of the things people had wrote about you doing, going into too much detail. 

“Dude, what the hell?” You frowned as you saw a story about you and Sam, and reading the first half alone made you uncomfortable enough to not be able to look Sammy in the eye ever again, so you quickly scrolled past the rest, not bothering to read it. 

Once you found a story about you and Dean again, you got comfortable and started reading again. 

“…Hey, Y/N, are you ever gonna…” 

You screamed as Dean walked into the room, hitting the refresh button and hoping to hide what you had been reading all afternoon, but it only took you back to the top of the dash and the drawing of you and Dean was back, making you scream again and slam the laptop closed as Dean came closer, wondering what the hell was happening. 

Mortified, you dove on top of the laptop and hid your face in the covers, hugging the laptop to your chest so Dean couldn’t open it. 

Dean watched you with an eyebrow raised, trying to hold back his laughter at your reaction. 

Carefully he sat down on the bed next to you and put a hand on your back.

“Y/N?” He asked, and you could hear the smile in his voice, but you didn’t dare look up, scared that he would see the blush on your face and ask what you were looking at. So instead, you mumbled a reply into the covers, hoping that he would just leave, but he was interested now and instead did what you were dreading and asked you what you were looking at. 

You prayed that the earth would swallow you up, but it didn’t, so you lifted your head and looked at your boyfriend, who was grinning down at you. 

“Nothing…” You mumbled, but Dean was having none of it and held his hand out, hoping that you would hand the laptop over, but you furiously shook your head. 

“Not today, Princess. Go away!” 

Dean laughed at you, moving his hand and gently tickling your sides, making your eyes go wide in panic. 

“No! Dean don’t! I’m serious!” 

You were so ticklish, it wasn’t even funny. A fact you had managed to hide from him so far, but you could tell by the way his eyes lit up that he knew, so naturally he move closer and quickly started tickling you, making you laugh, much as you tried not to, and threatened him with his life. 

“WINCHESTER, GET… OFF… ME! I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!” You shrieked, even as you laughed, but it was contagious and Dean was laughing too, not afraid of your threats. 

You had turned onto your back and Dean had pinned you, your arms above your head, smiling as he waited for you to calm down. 

When you could breathe again, you smiled up at him, trying to get your arms free, but he had ahold of you and wasn’t letting you go just yet. 

“Give up yet, Y/N?” He asked, and you grinned and shook your head. 

“Never, Princess!” 

Dean smiled and held both of your hands in one of his as he started tickling you again, making you scream again, so he stopped and grinned. 

“You sure?” 

This time you gave up, not sure you could deal with any more tickling, so Dean leant down and kissed you, letting go of your hands, which you brought up to his head, holding him close. 

You hadn’t realised that he was reaching for the forgotten laptop until it was too late and he grinned and jumped away, opening the lid. 

You knew you couldn’t get it off him before he saw something, so you blushed and accepted that he was going to see it. 

As soon as he realised what he was seeing, his eyes went wide and he looked between you and the laptop and you facepalmed. 

After a very awkward moment, you suddenly started laughing and Dean shot you an amused look before raising his eyebrows and scrolled down a little, getting past the picture that had been drawn of you and him. 

You explained that you were bored as Charlie wouldn’t let you read spoilers from your own story, so she’d set you up with the next best thing. 

About to explain to Dean what Fanfiction was, you paused when you saw the look on his face. The same look you had harbored after reading the Sam and you story. 

He was scarred. 

He had read some before. 

 You gasped and poked his arm accusingly. 

“You’ve read some before!” 

Dean looked at you and nodded, looking like he’d just remembered something unpleasant, and he shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts. 

“When we first found Chuck. Except it wasn’t about you and me… It was about…” He stopped, looking too freaked out to even continue, but you glared at him and he carried on. 

“It was about me and Sammy…” 

You frowned, not seeing where the problem was, but as you opened your mouth to say so, Dean continued. 

“As in, me with Sammy. Like together!” 

You had not been expecting that and you pulled a face. 

“Ewwww! They do know you’re brothers right?” 

Dean threw his hands up in an exactly gesture, and you laughed, still cringing at the thought. You thought you and Sam was bad…. 

It turned out that Dean wasn’t as weirded out about you reading fanfic as you had imagined, and he even sat with you for a while, leaving you to read while he played with your hair. 

You were just about to close the laptop and call it a day when something caught your eye, making you sit up and scroll down so you could see more of it. 

When you realised it was what you thought it was, you felt the cold hand of fear close around your chest, and you kicked the laptop away from you, not caring as it flew off the bed and crashed on the floor. 

You were already on your feet and heading for the door, your fear being replaced with anger as you charged through the bunker. 

Dean was hot on your tail, asking what was wrong, but you were too angry to speak, so you kept moving, and when you found yourself in the library, you saw that Chuck was on his feet, already facing you. He had known you were coming. 

He tried to say something to you, but before he even managed to get one word out, your fist had collided with his jaw, sending him sprawling to the floor. 

Sam jumped in between you and Dean  grabbed you to stop you from hitting him again, but you were done. 

 Chuck stared up at you from the ground, looking fairly sorry already. You were shaking with anger as you looked down at him. 

“How dare you?!” You seethed, your hands balling into fists. 

Sam and Dean were trying to ask you what he had done, but you blocked them out and stared down at Chuck. 

“How dare you write about that? My life is not yours to share with the world! It’s not got anything to do with you, or anyone else but me! But you’ve gone and published my private history for everyone to read! You make me sick.” 

Pulling free of Dean’s grip, you stepped over the fallen Chuck and headed for the door, Dean moving to follow you, but Charlie put a hand on his chest and shook her head. 

You needed to be alone. 

When you’d ran off, you had headed for the garage, grabbing the keys to your baby and climbing in. 

It had been too long since you’d been out for a drive in her, so you found some comfort in the sound of her purring to life. 

You only made it a few miles when you had to pull over. The tears in your eyes were making it too hard to drive, so you turned the engine off and sat in the dark, tears falling down your face. 

You hugged your knees to your chest and thought about what Chuck had written. 

Jack Frost. 

Those two words had been what had sent your world crashing down around you once more. 

You’d been only 12 years old when you first heard that name. 15 when it had killed your mother, and 18 when he found you and your sister. 

You’d only just escaped with your life, and after that, your sister had said enough. She wanted something better for you. 

She wanted to you to go to school. To have a normal life and start over, but you couldn’t just stop hunting. 

You were helping people, and your mom had wanted it for you. 

Then she left. Your older sister left, saying goodbye like it was the last time, and telling you to never look for her. She was done with hunting, and she was done with you. 

She might have been, but Jack Frost wasn’t, and he had been hunting you ever since. Which was why you were always scared to stop for too long, in case he found you again, but then you had met Sam and Dean, and you’d felt safe for the first time since before your older sister had left you. 

 He hadn’t found you, and you were pretty sure that you’d lost him, so you let your guard down, but then one stupid story would bring the thought of him back again, along with the realisation. 

You would never escape your past. 

It was always lurking, waiting for you to let your guard down. 

Sighing and drying your eyes, you started the engine again and drove slowly back to the bunker. You felt bad for how you had reacted, and so the first person you tried to find was Chuck. 

He was still in the library, this time alone, so you walked over to him quietly and then gently touched his shoulder so he would turn around. 

You flinched when you saw the bruise already blooming on his jaw, but he offered you a smile and stood up. 

Your shoes were suddenly very interesting to you, but then you looked up and met his gaze. 

“I’m sorry.” That was all you could manage, but the two words had been said with such raw sincerity that they were enough, and Chuck just smiled and put his hand on your shoulder, letting you know that you were forgiven. 

Just as you turned to leave, he warned you that Charlie had told Sam and Dean everything about Jack Frost, and why you had freaked out so much at the mention of him. 

With that, you left, heading for the kitchen so that you could get some food before bed, but you bumped into the chest of your tallest friend and stepped back, mumbling an apology. Sam didn’t say anything and when you looked up at him, you saw that he had a pained expression on his face. Charlie had explained what had happened, and now Sam felt guilty. 

He pulled you into a hug and you hugged him back, not knowing you needed it until it was happening. 

“I’m sorry about what’s happened to you, but you’re safe now. Me and Dean aren’t going to let anything happen to you,” he promised, squeezing you a little more before letting you go again. You thanked him and he smiled before pointing at the fridge. 

“Dean made you a burger and he put it in the fridge for when you got home.”

You gave a small smile as you headed for the fridge. He knew you too well.

Dean was in bed already, so when you were done, you figured you might as well try and get some sleep, so you headed to bed, collapsing onto it in one of Dean’s band shirts that you had stolen and a pair of sleep shorts. 

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“Dean!” You screamed, frantically searching for him in the snow covered woods. 

Jack Frost had found you again, but Dean wasn’t with you, you were alone and you were going to die. 

Rushing towards the sound of running water, you heard Dean calling your name and you turned around to see him step out from behind a tree. 

You breathed a sigh of relief, but too soon. 

Something was in front of Dean, and before you could so much as shout a warning, it had reached into his chest, clutching his heart between his icy fingers. 

“No!” You rushed forward, but it was too late. 

Dean dropped to the floor, his skin and hair the same colour as the snow, but his beautiful green eyes were no more. 

Now they were a ghostly, glowing blue, the same as the monster who now stood before you. 

Whimpering, you backed up a step, but he was still reaching for you, his hand finding your neck, so you opened your mouth and screamed.

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Sitting bolt upright in bed, you choked as you tried to claw the hands off your neck, but there was nothing there. 

It had been a dream. 

You couldn’t calm down though. 

You were gasping in your breath, and your heart was hammering in your chest, making it ache more than it already was. 

You started to panic and fell off the bed, scrambling for the door. 

Stumbling down the hall in the dark, you headed for the only place you could think of and fell into Dean’s room. 

When the door had banged open, Dean had acted on reflex and years of living in dodgy motels, grabbing the gun beneath his pillow and pointing it at the intruder. 

When he had saw you though, he quickly got out of bed and rushed to kneel next to you on the ground, his hand gently finding your back. 

“I…Can’t…Breathe!” You gasped between breaths, and without another word, Dean scooped you up into his arms and carried you over to the bed, turning on his lamp and trying to help you. 

“Y/N, come on baby, you can get though this. I’m right here for you,” he promised, gently rubbing your back and holding your hand. 

He remained calm throughout it, and after a second he put your hand on his bare chest, above his heart. 

“Breathe with me. Come on, in… and out.” 

You tried to match your breathing with Dean’s and the feel of his calm heartbeat helped to calm your own, so after a few attempts, you were breathing normally again, and the tightness in your chest had loosened up.

You both stayed that way for some time, just breathing with each other, until you finally let your hand drop from Dean’s chest. 

It didn’t take a mind reader to figure out what had caused this, so when you crawled over to Dean and hid in his chest, he wrapped his arms around you and held you close, whispering softly. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” You didn’t answer. 

You did want to talk, but saying it out loud sometimes made it feel more real, so you reached over and turned off the lamp, leaving the pair of you in complete darkness. 

After a moment, you spoke, telling Dean what had happened. 

“He got you. He killed you right in front of me, and it was just like my mom all over again. And then he came for me, and I could feel his icy fingers on my throat, and I thought he was going to kill me…” 

You trailed off, the memory of Dean’s body in the snow haunting your thoughts. 

Dean stroked your hair and kissed your forehead, comforting you with small gestures. 

“I’m still here. I’m not going anywhere and I’m sure as Hell not going to let anything happen to you. Not while I’m still breathing,” he swore, holding you even closer. 

“How did you know what to do?” You asked as you both lay down.

He shrugged and took a deep breath.

“Sammy used to have terrible nightmares and go through the same thing when we were kids, and it always worked for him…”

You nodded and kissed his chest before settling back into his side.

You stayed that way for a while, and eventually you were able to fall asleep again, this time any nightmares far from your mind with Dean’s arms wrapped around you protectively. 

He couldn’t sleep though. Not after what Charlie had told him. 

The secret she had been hiding from you in the books. Dean may have promised you that he wouldn’t let anything happen to you, but his failure was already in writing. 

Jack was coming, and Dean had to be ready if he was going to save you.

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Part Four

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Hi all, so I’ve been wanting to do one of these for a while now, and I finally have enough followers (and cash) so I thought I’d give it a go. I chose these items  based off of my personal interests and presumably the interests of my followers. 


Items: 

  • A new “221B Bakers Street” tank
  • A new Harry Potter Tee 
  • A new ninth Doctor Tee (because he is vastly underrated) 
  • A 9 ¾ pin
  • A Dean Winchester pin (because he’s so pretty)
  • A Scar “I’m surrounded by idiots” pin (because he’s my favorite villain)

  • A copy of any Starkid soundtrack 
  • A copy of the Frozen Deluxe Edition soundtrack 
  • A copy of any nearly musical theatre soundtrack (Wicked, Rent, Phantom of the Opera, Sweeney Todd, etc.) 

NOT FEATURED

  • A World Book Night copy of one of my two favorite books, Looking for Alaska by John Green or The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini.

Rules:

  • Winners will chose 4 of the items above: a shirt/tank, a pin, a CD, and a book. 
  • Must be following me (thatgirlcarissa). The giveaway is for my followers, after all. And if you don’t like the things I blog, you wouldn’t want the items in this give away anyhow.
  • Reblogs only 
  • Will ship anywhere, any available size (may need to substitute shirt if products become unavailable)
  • Contest ends May 22, must have reached 2,000 notes. 
  • No give away blogs

Link to Purchase

It’s rare that I find a good Harry Potter shirt these days that isn’t a design that’s been overdone, but I really liked this shirt. It says Horcrux Collectors’ Club in case you can’t quite read the wording in this WONDERFUL picture. I have loved Harry Potter since I was 7 years old and that will never stop being the case.