he told Sam that he was gonna love her and protect her like he did

“Growing Up a Winchester”  Sam/Dean x Sister Reader

Word Count: 3,867

Sam and Dean Winchester x Sister Reader, some Castiel x Reader

Summary: While on a long road trip to a hunt, you reminisce about your memories growing up with your brothers, from the best ones, to the worst, to the most awkward.

Warnings: Mentions of death, language, angst, light smut between Cas and the reader

Flashbacks are in italics.

Originally posted by whoeveryoulovethemost


You’re sitting in the backseat of the impala, looking out the window at the scenery. Dean, of course, is driving, and Sam is sitting on the passenger side, sleeping. You have a hard time sleeping in the car, so on long car trips like this, you have a hard time. Thankfully, Dean is usually always awake as well, and serves as your entertainment.

Growing up as the youngest Winchester sibling was not always fun and games, especially being a teenage girl. As much as your brothers love you, they know absolutely nothing about teenage girls. You more often than not felt like you were raising yourself, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Your brothers are your rock, and you would never leave them.

You can barely remember the first time you’d met Dean. Your dad, John, had gotten your mother pregnant and throughout the first four years of your life, he was very in and out of your life. He’d only show up at your house once a year, normally on your birthday. He’d call on holidays, but you were too young to hold a conversation. A little after your fourth birthday, your mother had passed away from cancer. You had nothing and no one else, and your dad John came to your rescue.

“Hey, kiddo.” John had told you, picking you up from the hospital. He looked tired, the bags underneath his eyes more prominent than you had ever seen them.

“Hi.” You say quietly. You didn’t really know what was going on. All you knew was that your mommy was in a better place and you were going to live with your dad. You remember being nervous, because to you, your dad was like a stranger. You knew nothing about him.

“Do you have your stuff? You’re comin’ to stay with me and your brother, Dean. Dean’s excited to meet you, you know.”

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You should be here

A/N: Inspired by the song “You Should be Here” by Cole Swindell. This is a feels smack. In this story Dean took Amara down with the spirit bomb they made, leaving Sam to raise Dean’s young daughter.

Listen to it here (play the song if you really wanna bawl while reading this)

Sam x Niece!Reader   Dean x Daughter!Reader

Sam felt his strong facade begin to crumble as he watched Dean say his goodbyes to you. At only four years old you didn’t fully understand what was going on but you got the jist of it, your dad was going away and wouldn’t be coming back.

Which was breaking your heart.

Tears were pouring down your face as you clung to Dean begging him not to leave you. Sam looked at Dean and could tell Dean was about to lose it as he held onto you tighter. His face was buried in your hair, breathing in your scent, memorizing you because who knew where his soul would go after he destroyed Amara.

Glancing up at his brother, Dean realized it was time for him to leave. “Go with your uncle Y/N. Sammy’s gonna take care of you.” Dean said while trying to get free of your grip.

“No Daddy.” You cried, digging your hands into his shirt, “Please don’t leave me.”

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You Understand Right? (Part 2): What Happened?

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

Length: 1294+ words

TW: Suicide. Depression. Abandonment. Character Death. 

A/N: There was so much interest in continuing this fic! I am so glad you guys enjoyed it, and I really wasn’t expecting this to become a series! Feedback is encouraged!


“Dammit, Y/N! Don’t you dare hang up the phone! What the hell do you mean?!” Dean paced around his motel room, running his fingers through his hair continuously. They had just wrapped up a case in Nebraska, and was planning on visiting Bobby for some down time. Sam reminded his older brother that they haven’t seen Y/N in over several months, and he had been missing her.

“I understand, Dean,” she answered vaguely. Dean’s heart was thumping against his chest, as he tried to understand her message.

“What- What is it, sweetheart? What do you understand?” He started throwing clothes into his duffel bag, knocking on the bathroom door where Sam was currently showering.

“You and Sam need each other… But you don’t need me.” With that, she hung up.

“Y/N? Y/N?” Dean shouted into the phone, knowing that it would be futile. “Fuck.” He hung up his phone, and knocked louder against the bathroom door. “Sam! Get your ass out here.”

Sam opened the door with only his jeans, his face lined with annoyance. “The fuck Dean?”

“We’re leaving NOW!”

“What’s going on? Did you talk to Y/N?” Sam quickly put on his shirt, seeing the gravity of the situation in Dean’s eyes.

“Yea, but she kept saying things,” Dean answered vaguely, shaking his head as he continued to pack their stuff. 

“What did she say?”

“She kept saying how she understands- how she knows that we needed each other, but we don’t need her.”

Sam furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Why makes her think that? She knows we love her.”

“I have a bad feeling about this, Sam. C’mon.”

Both brothers made their way to Bobby’s house with tension between them. The four-hour trip only lasting 3 hours with Dean’s driving. Nothing else had been said. Nothing else needed to be said. Not until they find Y/N, hopefully alive. 

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Breaking Free

Characters: Dean Winchester, Y/N Winchester, Sam Winchester, Lady Toni Bevel

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings:  season 12.22 spoilers (if that’s still spoilers), not much. SPN stuff. If you can watch the show you can read this.

Word Count: 2100ish

A/N: This is my entry for @percywinchester27 aka Ana’s PJO Quote Challenge and my prompt was: “It’s okay,” he said. “We’re together.” He didn’t say you’re okay, or we’re alive. After all they’d been through over the last year, he knew that the most important thing was that they were together. She loved him for saying that. - I changed the prompt a little bit to fit the fic. I hope that is okay.  

Thanks to the sweet, amazing, lovely @like-a-bag-of-potatoes  for betaing this for me.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

You fell to the floor with your back pushed to the wall and your legs folded up under you as you watched your husband run up the steps to try to catch the door before it closed between the four of you and the world outside.

The moment you heard him scream was the moment you gave up all hope. It was the moment you started believing this was the beginning of the end. It had all happened so sudden. Over the past year you had started believing everything was going to be perfect. Or at least as perfect as it would ever get for hunters.

Lucifer’s baby was still about to be born and you had, like your husband, never trusted the Brits, but Dean was okay. The mark was gone. Amara was gone. For the first time in years you felt as if you had the man you married back. Fully and completely. Dean was himself and as long as you had him, there had never been anything you hadn’t been able to struggle through.

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Pairing: Peter Parker x Barton!Reader


Can I get a request where the reader is Clint’s Daughter and it’s reader x Peter?            

Peter has created a chatroom: hello my beautiful girlfriend that i love so much

Peter has added Y/N.


Peter: Me last night when you wanted me to help you design your new suit.


You: Me last night when you showed me designs you made just for me.

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Imperfect Celestial (Castiel x Reader)

Plot: Cas doesn’t understand why the reader feels so insecure. Why should she? To him, she’s the most beautiful thing in the Universe.

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warning: Selfhate, Cas being a sweetheart, almost smut (Winchesters be cockblocking), lots and lots of fluff, angst

(In this fic, all the crap with April and Meg didn’t happen but I still hardcore ship Megstiel. I apologize because this is crappy.

Also look how pretty he is in the gif!)

Originally posted by thearronaut

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Too Good At Goodbyes

You must think that I’m stupid
You must think that I’m a fool
You must think that I’m
new to this

“Although, what m'trying to say is, guys like those deserve to be moved on from.”

Harry said seriously, shrugging mindlessly as he set down the meal he reheated even if it was delivered minutes ago since he insisted it would taste different if it wasn’t, slightly shaking you to go and look at him.

“Not to be a dick or anything but that guy? He’s an asshole.”

He nodded to himself after making the statement, shoving in two pairs of utensils onto the plate the both of you were used to sharing with each other, playfully pouting when you didn’t dig in immediately as you used to.

“Oh come on, love. The food isn’t going to eat itself.”

You silently sighed, setting the plate on the coffee table for the both of you to share it as he followed you on sitting down on the floor.

“Still a bit hungover in him, are ya?”

Harry knowingly and rhetorically asked, taking a bite from the lasagna you shared common ground on being both of your favorite, him being the one to adjust since he was the one who was influenced by you.

“Did he make you happy?”

He chewed quickly, propping his face up with his hand as his eyes were trained on you who’s looking down the floor, not knowing whether to feel happy or a bit more upset that Harry’s cheering you up.


“Was his happiness yours too?”

You’re stopped momentarily by the question, your mind drifting off to the though of the man who’s in front of you and not the one who just dumped you literally awhile ago.

The question struck something in you, your answer revolving around Harry as he’s the one you’re trying to forget, the one you’re trying to stop on loving.

Your lips straighted into a line, the sinking feeling in your chest only being worse as he’s awaiting for your answer which little did he know was about him.


I’m never gonna let you close to me
Even though you mean the most to me
‘Cause every time I open up, it hurts
So I’m never gonna get too close to you
Even when I mean the most to you
In case y
ou go and leave me in the dirt

“Y/N, love, what are you doing here?”

Anne gently asked with caution in her voice, the both of you knowing the question wasn’t rude and didn’t sound like what someone else would think of, her hands coming up to hold your shoulders.

“Figured that I just wanted to drop by and give Harry a little housewarming present, then see you and Gemma.”

You smiled, Anne being the first to engulf you in a grateful hug, a little hesitation settling upon her as she didn’t know how to tell this.

“He’s got himself a lovely place, that’s for sure,” she started off, nodding as she led the both of you slowly to what she thinks is the patio, a lump growing in her throat as she knows the hurt you would feel.

“Truly did. Said he wanted to experiment on how to decorate it himself.”

She nodded, her hands going through each other as you finally felt something off the moment you’re led outside overlooking the view Harry chased for into buying this house, a hesitant smile on her face.

“Is there — is there something wrong?”

She knew that this confrontation would come as soon as Harry called her that he met someone he’d like for her to meet, unable to deny it since she knows she needed to support her son, yet still a part of her being sorry for you.

It was her instinct. You never told her but she knew. She knew that you’re in love with her son so dearly but he knew that Harry too only understood it in a level that wasn’t in par with yours.

Anne shakily breathed out, “Y/N, love. I — I honestly don’t know how to tell you this but-…”

She stopped, her eyes diverting to the couple who just walked out of the pation and yelled her name and Y/N’s, shakily smiling as she looked at your reaction she’s regretting on seeing.

It’s Harry and a girl, a girl who isn’t you but you wished to be in her position, underneath his arm with a smile on her face.

And all you could’ve did was smile while holding back the tears, your tight grip on your own loosening.

Anne didn’t need to speak the words, because she knew you didn’t need them for you to realize and be hurt.

I know you’re thinking I’m heartless
I know you’re thinking I’m cold
I’m just protecting my innocence
I’m just protecting my soul

“Harry wanted me to give this you. He’s sorry that he couldn’t come.”

Gemma sorrily said, handing you the present that’s nearly wrapped to perfection which you know isn’t the work of Harry himself, a little smiley face written on the middle by a marker.

“It’s okay.”

You smiled timidly, letting her in to your house that only held a small amount of people at the moment, lacking a presence you both wanted and didn’t.

“Are you okay?”

She hesitantly asked you who mindlessly sat on the couch and put the present on your lap, her lip tucked in between her teeth just like what her younger brother does.

Gemma knows the answer to her question but she wanted to make sure of it even everyone knew too.

She knew too that it was a rubbish excuse that Harry couldn’t go but it’s the best she could think of, the both of you well-aware that he could go but chose not to, a small part of you already visualizing the pap pictures that’s going to flood your feed later on.

“Of course.”

“I’m sorry.”

She spoke lowly that made you look up at her and shake your head no, a little gutted feeling upon your chest.

“You have no reason to be.”

“I let it happen anyway.”

You humorlessly stifled a laugh, your fingers fiddling with each other as you felt this really isn’t a happy birthday as the cake that was given to you.

“I couldn’t really do anything about it either.”

Cause overtime you hurt me, the less that I cry
And every time you leave me, the quicker these tears dry
And every time you walk out, the less I love you
Baby, we don’t stand a chance, it’s sad but it’s true
way too good at goodbyes

“Where’s Y/N?”

Harry confusedly asked, getting to sit beside his mum and his sister without having someone with him since she went upstairs to freshen up, knowing to himself it would take a few minutes so he just let it be.

He took a sip of his drink, taking turns on looking back and forth on the two women on both his sides who had an uneasy look on their faces.

Anne knew it’s been a month since, only a few texts being sent here and there as she constantly checked up on you.

No one’s gonna answer me?”

He asked again, a frown on his face as he looked at Gemma who he’s now pressuring to answer him.

“Didn’t you know?”

His sister answered, a slightly sharp tone on her voice that caught Harry off-guard and made him look at his mum instead, being more confused at the moment as his gut’s telling him that something’s being kept from him even though it wasn’t.

It’s just that Harry never noticed.

“She left, Harry.”

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Flowers for my sister

A/N: So when I was in Jr/Sr high they had fundraisers where for a dollar someone could buy you a rose & have it sent to on Valentine’s day. Throughout the day people would go into the classroom & pass out the flowers. They had notes on it with who it was from & whatever message they wanted. So I’m sitting here going “what fic should I write for Valentine’s day & this popped into my head.” Reader is Dean’s twin. The ending is kinda rushed but that’s because it’s bedtime but I wanted to post this on actual Valentine’s Day. Enjoy my loves.

Dean x Sister!Reader    Sam x Sister!Reader

Originally posted by queerevens

Originally posted by wincester-oops

You nearly collapsed as you set your lunch tray down at the same table that Dean was already sitting at. Dean quirked an eyebrow at you, “What’s up with you?” He questioned. You ignored him by pretending to be very interested in the disgusting lunch that was in front of you. “Aye,” Dean said while kicking your leg under the table.

“What?” You hissed at him.

“What’s going on? Why are you all, moody?” He asked.

“Nothing. Just drop it, okay?” You replied before taking a bite out of the lunch the school provided for you.

“It’s not nothing if you’re acting like a-” Dean began but was interrupted by Sam rushing over to the table.

“Y/N are you okay?” Sam asked, out of breath from running, “I heard what happened and ran ove-”

“I’m fine Sam. Just drop it. Both of you. Okay?” You told them.

“Sam. Spill. Now.” Dean demanded.

“Sam, you open your mouth and you’re gonna regret it.” You replied.

Sam looked between you and Dean; you were both his older siblings, both of you were his heroes, normally he did what you asked, but this time he couldn’t.

“It’s Valentine’s day right? So these guys-” Sam started.

“Seriously Sam. Drop. It.” You hissed at him.

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Hold On, I’m Coming (Part 6)

Originally posted by torn-and-frayed

Summary: You hear news of the fire and decide to take action. Dean, injured and trapped, fights for his life. 

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,400

Warnings: angst, so much angst, language, house fire, being trapped, difficulty breathing, panic, fear, injuries…

Check out the Series Masterlist for previous parts and the schedule!

A/N: Okay, take a deep breath and please try not to kill me when you’ve finished reading…

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Don’t Say Anything (part 9)

Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

A/N: I think this fic is coming to an enddddddd. Also how have you been? Are you well rested? How was your day? How’s school going? How’s your job? I care about you guys, man.

Steve breathed in, opening his eyes and looking at his - very stupid - best friend. He tried very calmly to process all of the information Bucky had just thrown at him all at once.

“So let me get this straight,” he spoke in a soft tone. “You’re dating Natasha at the moment.” Bucky nods. “And all of a sudden you like Y/N?”

Bucky let out a deep sigh. “When you say it like that, it sounds bad. ‘All of a sudden’.” he mocked.

“I’m just trying to understand how one minute you’re happy with Nat and the next you want to be with Y/N.”

“It wasn’t like that.” Steve gave his friend a confused look, causing the brunette to continue. “I think it was a long time coming. At one point in time I had a small crush on Y/N but never did anything about it. I thought she just saw me as her friend so I pushed aside my feelings for her. I didn’t want to lose the friendship I had with her. Then Nat came around and she made me forget about my feelings for Y/N, even if it was only for a few hours.”

“So you’re using Natasha.” Steve stated.

“Don’t say it like that!” Bucky hissed, shoving Steve’s shoulder. “But yeah, I guess I am. I never really got over Y/N. The feelings I have for her just lingered in the back of my mind and I tried my best to distract myself from them.”

“Bucky.” Steve groaned. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why string Natasha along all this time! What has she done to deserve this?”

Bucky sighed. “I forced myself to believe that I liked her in that way. She’s a great person and not gonna lie, the make out sessions were amazing. And don’t get me started on the-”

Steve cleared his throat, bringing his best friend back to reality. Bucky muttered an apology and ran his fingers through his hair.

“You have to sort this shit out, Bucky.” he sighed. “What are you gonna do?”

“I have to talk to Nat first, tell her I’m sorry for everything. I hope I didn’t ruin her friendship with Y/N.” the super soldier responds.

“You royally fucked up my friend.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Yeah thanks for reminding me.”

Bucky thinks back to all the times he’s hung out with you. How much he loved watching movies with you because no matter what, your fingers would always find their way to his hair. He loved calling you baby doll, seeing your cheeks tint pink and holding back a grin but ultimately failing at doing so.

There was a reason he always reminded you of how beautiful you looked because to him, you looked beautiful all the time. In his head, he knew no one could take you from him. He knew he couldn’t be replaced and he knew you couldn’t be replaced - by anyone.

So why had he tried replacing you with Natasha?

Too much thinking made his brain hurt and he let out a whimper. “Tell me how bad I’ve messed up again.”

“You’ve messed up so bad, Nat might cut your balls off and hang them on her wall.” Steve wasted no time. It’s like he was waiting for this moment to come because there was absolutely no hesitation. “You’ve messed up so bad that Y/N might reject you because you hurt her best friend.” Bucky huffed. “You’ve messed up so bad that-”

“Alright, alright, I get it you asshole.” Bucky barked, throwing a pillow Steve’s way. It hit his face and fell onto his lap.

“So you choose Y/N?” Steve questioned to confirm.

“Yeah.” he nods. “I hate to say it but Nat was just a distraction.”

“How long was it going on before you told us?”

“A year.”


“It wasn’t even serious, Steve!” Bucky held his hands up to protect himself from the pillow being thrown at him. “What we had was a fling. All we would do was talk and fuck. That’s it. We didn’t actually start dating until the night we told all of you. We talked about it a couple of hours before dinner.”

“That doesn’t make it okay!”

“I know, I know.” he stands up. “I have to go find Nat and talk to her.”

But before Bucky could walk away, Steve grabbed his arm. “Now might not be the best time to talk to her. She’s in Y/N’s room with her and Wanda. They’re having ‘girl time’. Whatever that means.”

“How do you know that?”

“I bumped into them, taking cookies and other things into the room but before I could ask what they were doing, Wanda said they’re having girl time and not to bother them for the rest of the day.”

Bucky sat down slowly. You and Natasha were going to be in a room. Together. It had only been three days since Nat accused Bucky of liking Y/N and after many, many talks with his friends (much like the one he just had with Steve), Bucky finally figured out his feelings. For both Natasha and Y/N.

He hoped Nat didn’t say anything about their little argument to Y/N. He wanted to talk to her first. Bucky sat back on the couch and looked over at his friend.

“Why does the universe hate me?”

“We haven’t done this in so long.” Natasha sighed as the three of you sat in your room. Nat was painting Wanda’s toes and you were laying down beside them, flipping through a magazine.

“Yeah..” you hummed. You weren’t about to tell her that the reason you’ve been distancing yourself from her was because you were madly in love with her boyfriend and that seeing them together felt like someone was stabbing you directly in the heart with ten knives all at once.

“How’d you detach Pietro from Y/N?” Nat asks Wanda who was munching on a cookie.

“I told Sam to occupy him for the day.” she replied.

“It couldn’t have been that easy. This is Sam we’re talking bout.”

“I have to do his laundry for two weeks.”

You snort as you flip the page. “That’s the Sam I know and love.”

“Speaking of love..” Nat trails off, sitting up and looking at you. “What’s the update with the guy you’re madly in love with?”

You take a bite of your animal cookie, not looking at Natasha as you flipped another page. “There is no update.”

“What do you mean there’s not an update?”

“I mean there’s not an update. He has a girlfriend so there’s no point in pining after him.” you calmly respond.

“So? Y/N you’ve been in love with this guy for years. Break them up and get with him.” she says as if it’s the most obvious thing to do.

You look over at Wanda and give her a look, basically pleading her to change the subject. She understands you immediately.

“I love the color, Nat. What is it?” Wanda spoke as she wiggled her toes.

“It’s called Miss Behave.” the red head winked, causing Wanda to laugh.

“Well I love it. It’s really pretty.” she brings her hand up to her face. “Maybe you could paint my nails to match my toes.”

You let out a sigh of relief as Natasha agrees to paint her nails. You wait a few seconds before relaxing and trading out your magazine for another one.

You silently thank Wanda when Nat starts speaking again. “How about this: you tell me who this guy is an I’ll talk to him. I just wanna talk.”


“It’s just a talk, Y/N. I won’t even bring my gun.”

“No, Natasha.”

“This guy broke your big heart, let me avenge it.”

You started to get irritated and you got up, placing the magazine on your nightstand. Stay calm, Y/N. Just. Stay. Calm.

Wanda notices the look on your face and licks her lips. “Uh.. Hey Nat have you seen the new episode of Law & Order? It’s absolutely crazy!”

“Not now, Wanda.” she turns her attention back to you. “You’re obviously not over this guy, Y/N.”

You whip around. “So what if I’m not? It’s just a little crush. It’ll bypass in no time.”

“Guys..” Wanda’s voice gave off a warning tone.

“It’s been five years.” Natasha reminds you and you clench your fists. Stay calm and don’t cry.


“So this isn’t ‘just a little crush’. You’re in love with this dude!”

“Natasha, just drop it.” Wanda says in a soft tone. She knew where this was headed and she tried shutting it down.

The red head looks over at the brunette and glared at her. “No, I’m not going to just drop it. Y/N’s wasted five years on this asshole, Wanda. We’re her best friends. We need to teach that douchebag a lesson.”

“She’s right, just drop it. Nothing will change.” you spoke, trying so hard not to break down. You were afraid that if she continued to push the subject, you’d tell her everything. You didn’t want to break her heart; to betray her. What kind of person likes their best friends boyfriend? How fucked up is that? She couldn’t find out.

“Just tell me who he is!” Natasha was beginning to get frustrated. After all, she just wanted to make the guy pay for hurting her best friend.

“No!” you shout. Don’t cry, don’t cry. Fuck! Your eyes fill with tears and when you blink, they roll down your cheeks, staining them.

“Nat she’s crying, just leave it be.” Wanda grips Natasha’s forearm but she yanks it away, not listening to her.

“Why won’t you tell me who he is!? It’s fucking simple Y/N!” her arms are waving all over the place and her face is as red as her hair from yelling. “You know about me and Bucky so why can’t I know who this dude is!?”

“Stop pressuring her!”

Your tears blurred your vision so all you could see was a red blob and you sobbed loudly before shouting; “Because it’s Bucky!”

A/N: ohhhh noooo oh my gawd. Tell me what ya think!



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anonymous asked:

Jonsa isn't happening. The show wouldn't waste time on creating a relationship between Jon and Daenerys only to forget about it in season 8. There is only 6 episodes left. Not enough time for anything. JONSA ISN'T HAPPENING. I'm even a fan of the ship but I know it's not happening in the show (or the books)

The show wouldn’t have wasted time on creating a relationship FULL of romantic tropes and parallels between Jon/Sansa and Ned/Cat, Jaimie/Brienne, Gilly/Sam, Robb/Talisa, and even Cercei/Jaimie, only to forget about it in Season 8 🙃

They would not have wasted screentime on creating a relationship, between Jon and Sansa, where they work as a team, where they take back their home TOGETHER, where Sansa is the mind and Jon is the sword, where they complement each other, where Jon starts acknowledging her intelligence, and actually begins listening to her, where they deeply bond and form a strong relationship based on trust, openness, partnership, companionship, communication, love and support, only to forget about it in Season 8 🙃

Jon is as closed as a pearl shell with Dandelion, he hasn’t told her A SINGLE thing about himself. Idk abt you, but I’m 1000% sure Jon isn’t in love with her, and 1000% sure that Dany is in love with the idea of him, and that’s it. 

Like for crying out loud, she doesn’t know anything about him! He hasn’t shared not even a small piece of personal information with her. THAT is HOW you bond with a person, the bonding has happened on her part only, only she, kept sharing personal stuff with him, it has been one sided since day 1. Which, has literally given Jon access to HER weaknesses and soft spots.

All she knows about him, is that he’s honorable, brave, a good commander/fighter, that the people love him and admire him, thus they chose him to be their King, to lead them, and that he took a knife to the heart, died for his people, and then came back to life. 

I repeat, she’s in love with the idea of him, because, she thinks, she sees herself in him, because she thinks he’s as magical as her lol Only, they could not be more different from one another. They have different goals, different ways of approaching certain situations, one would die to protect those he loves, for the greater good, the other has seen the army of the dead, 100.000+ of them, and yet still hesitates to help, because she is too self absorbed and obsessed with power and ruling. But she doesn’t know just how different they are, she doesn’t know what and how he really thinks, because she knows/because he hasn’t shared NOTHING personal about him/himself. I mean look at it this way, boasts around all these titles, “the unburnt”, while jon calls himself The King In The North and that’s pretty much it, we don’t see him calling himself, “the resurrected”, or “the undead”, idk, they ARE opposite of each other. 

Dandelion is entitled, tyrannical, pyromanic, narcissistic, power hungry, unpredictable, impulsive, doesn’t know how to rule, has no respect for other cultures and their traditions, doesn’t care about “the people”, she likes to say that she does, I think part of her/her ego believes that she does, but she doesn’t, at all, it’s all about her image, how she wants to be perceived, it’s all a facade, deep down she’s not like that at all. She wants people falling at her feet in adoration, that’s her narcissistic side, she has a golden child too (Drogon), also part of being a narcissist, she like to be in the center of the attention, she likes power. Shecan sometimes display mercy and goodness, but only if it serves to preserve her image, and even then, her impulsiveness can get in the way of her “I am a good person, I care for the people” idea of herself and murder in cold blood (Randyll and Dickon)

Jon is none of those things, idk how some of you

He hasn’t told her anything about Sansa, about Bran and Arya, as if they don’t exist, he doesn’t give any info away to her about himself about his family, because he’s weary of her, and fears/he thinks she might find his weakness, or the Starks’ weakness, and use them against him, his family and his people, he can’t afford something like that. He does not trust her, and love, cannot exist without trust. Just look at how quickly he opened up to Gendry, he smiled, and laughed, and joked with him, from second 1 lmao THAT is how our Jon is, and not this “weary, always calculating and watching what he says” version we’ve seen with Dandelion.

I honestly don’t know where y'all Jondelion fans see love between them, but you do you, whatever floats your boat, I guess 😅😅

Their bond is supposedly based on what? Oh yes, talking about the Night King, and about the Wights, oh and yes, talking about the Night King, and of course the Night King too, also the White Walkers, oh and I almost forgot, The Night King as well, you lost two brothers too *crickets*, The army of the dead, The Night King, you took a knife to the heart *doesn’t open up about it, denies it (but he did tell Sansa all about it and more)*, the Night King, they’re going to come see you for WHAT you are (not WHOM, but WHAT, that s*it sounds ominous af), The Army ofthe dead, and the The Night King, we’re all gonna die if you don’t help, the Night King, the Wights. Like seriously, what even lmao

WHERE is the bonding? Just, WHERE?

Jon looks at Sansa in a way he’s never looked at Dany, he looses himself in her eyes, more times than we can count, and Sansa was fully clothed the whole time, just sayin’ 🤗 Sansa “can TWIST him, like no one else”. We’ve never seen Jon look at Dany tenderly, smiling tenderly and genuinely at her, we never saw him, sighing at her, while he lingered longingly on her eyes, he never longingly stared at her lips, not even in the boatbang scene lol The lip staring, seems like something Kit does, a lot, when he’s around a love interest in movies etc. it’s kind of his signature move. I mean he did it with Sansa/Sophie, why not doit with Dany/Emilia too? If he’s so in love with her? hm?

Care to explain the need of this VERY “platonic” scene, with VERY “platonic” looks and lip staring contests? 🙃

The above scene was intense AF. You can try and fight me on this. I agree brothers might give their sisters a foreheard kisses, I get it, okay, but that forehead kiss is usually followed by a sweet, tender smile, a pat on the back or a pat on the head even, idk, but in no universe brothers stare with that type of intensity in their sister’s eyes after a forehead kiss, okay? 

If y'all brothers do that, they’re broken, and need repairing asap lol Jokes aside, I’d be worried and creeped tf out, if my brother kissed me like that, and then leaned in a little, stared deeply, intensively, and seriously into my eyes, and THEN stared at my LIPS!!! Oh hell no 🤢😷😖😖

There should’ve been a smile from the two of them, if they meant to pass this forehead kiss as platonic, the smiles would’ve added a familial feel to the kiss. Instead, Jon is all serious and has intense heart eyes for her, in the first gif, he LEANS IN towards her, after ending the kiss (for a second there, many people thought he was gonna kiss her. I watched that episode, with two male friends, whom I should add, both have sisters, and let me tell you, they were confused af by this kiss). 

Sansa was just as bloody confused as my friends (lol), by what Jon kissing her made her feel, you can literally see it on her face (3rd GIF), when Jon ends the kiss, she had to legit take a moment to recollect herself and, then, she looked at his lips for a moment, and then straight up in his eyes, no smile from her either, instead, she looked at him with a rather, vulnerable, confused look.

Care to explain these very “platonic” looks and strong “platonic” moments between them too?

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13 Reasons Why (Tape 7)

Characters: sister!reader, Dean, Sam, Jody, Claire, Alex, John, Mary, Charlie(mentioned)

Warnings: swearing, mention of death, blood, arguing, angst

Word count: 8997

Summary: someone who Dean never expected to be on the tapes comes up which leads to him losing more faith in the people around him

Series: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

He didn’t give Sam much choice. When they woke up the next day, Dean demanded that they would leave Jody’s house. The only thing was, Sam didn’t seem to be so against the idea. Jody wasn’t too happy about the news, but it wasn’t like she could stop them from leaving. As they packed their bags up, Jody came in and asked them if they were sure that they wanted to leave now. She said they would always have a home with her, but Dean needed to go back and listen to tape 7. Waiting around was almost as hard as it was when he actually had to listen to them.

Just as they were about to leave their room with their packed up bags, Dean stopped Sam. “Hey, uh, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what is it?” Sam questioned.

“Why are you okay with us leaving so early? Usually you would argue, try to persuade me to let us stay for a little longer,” Dean asked his brother with concern. “Is something wrong?”

“No it’s just, well, you’ve just finished tape 6, so you’re now on tape 7,” Sam explained. “I’m sorry that you had to be here for tape 6, but now you’re on tape 7 we can-”

“I left the rest of the tapes at the bunker,” Dean cut his brother off. “Why wouldn’t I want to listen to tape 7 here?”

Sam’s mouth opened, his jaw practically dropping to the floor. “Uh. I, uh-”

“Sammy!” Dean complained.

“Look, Dean, I’m sorry. But I can’t tell you until you listen to it, Y/N has to be the one to tell you,” Sam said. The way he said it felt wrong as the words left his mouth. He said that you should be the one to tell Dean, but you couldn’t, not in person. You had to do it through the tapes because you were dead.

“Let’s just go,” Dean snapped as he walked out of the bedroom and headed straight to the front door. They all stood outside to get ready to say goodbye, even Claire. Dean and Sam threw their belongings into the trunk before looking over at the three of them.

Claire still had fear in her eyes, just like she had when Dean told her he was on her tape. Just like she had when he got angry with her for what she had done. While Sam went to say goodbye to them all, Dean just climbed in the front seat of the impala and waved from out the window. Once Sam was done, he headed back to the car and sat in the passenger seat.

Jody made her way down to the car to say goodbye to Dean. “I’ll miss you boys, you can come visit anytime,” she smiled as she looked into the car.

“Thanks, Jody,” Dean smiled back. “We appreciate it.”

She reached her arms out and hugged him through the fully open window. As her mouth was next to his ear, she whispered, “please forgive me.”

Dean’s smile faltered as the words left her lips. She pulled away from the hug and didn’t look at him, she just walked away and back into the house along with Alex and Claire. He had thought about getting out of the car and knocking at the house to ask her what she meant, but it was obvious to him. So he just drove. No music playing, no conversation with Sam. He just continued down the highway back to the bunker.

Sam must have guessed that Jody said something, he caught a glimpse of Dean’s face, how it had changed from that split second that she hugged him and then let go. But Sam didn’t prompt it; he didn’t ask Dean about it because he had learned so far to leave well enough alone.

Sam fell asleep on the way back to the bunker, he didn’t usually sleep very well but he couldn’t stand the awkwardness in the car with Dean. And so they just didn’t speak, the whole journey was silent.

Even when they were back at the bunker, Dean didn’t say a word. He just grabbed his things and headed inside. He didn’t bother to greet John or Mary as he made his way down the heavy metal steps… He didn’t even smile. Dean just kept moving, he walked and didn’t talk. Stopping for even a second to do anything else would have stopped him from listening to the tape as quickly as he could. Dean couldn’t spare even a single second.

As he walked into his room, he pulled tape 6 out of his pocket and opened up the safe to put it in there with the rest of them. Dean then removed tape 7, made sure the rest of the tapes were there and locked the safe once again.

Headphones back in his ears, the tape in the cassette player once again, Dean was ready for tape 7.

“Forgiveness is what led me to this chapter of my life. It was my decision of what was wrong and what was right. What I had to do was choose who I did and who I didn’t forgive… Should I have forgiven Claire? Or Mary? Or.. John?”

* * *

You arrived back at the bunker with the boys. They were still mad at you for what happened at Jody’s, but they knew exactly how you were with love and how you struggled to accept it, they didn’t want to push that further.

You climbed out of the car, you put your backpack over your shoulder and waited for the boys to grab their things. As Sam made his way towards the bunker door and headed inside, Dean stopped you for a moment to talk to you. “Listen, I know that me and Sam are really mad at you right now-”

“And you have every right to be,” you agreed with a forced smile. “You don’t have to explain yourself.”

“You just need to know that even though we are mad, we still love you… A lot. You’re our sister, Y/N, we’ll still protect you from anything,” he explained.

“Why are you telling me this?” You questioned. “You’re mad at me, don’t you want me to think that you hate me?”

“We want to punish you, but not that much. You’ve lost too much and to think that we hate you would be devastating. Look, I know you and dad don’t get on very well, I have no clue what’s even going on with you and Claire, you haven’t called Charlie in weeks and I have no idea why. I’m not gonna get involved in that, but I know that losing those people or feeling like you can’t trust them is hard, I don’t want you to think that you’ve lost me and Sam too,” he finished.

Now you had a genuine smile, a real happiness plastered on your face. He was mad at you but still this kind; you couldn’t imagine having any better family than your brothers. “Is hugging you too far?”

“Make it quick,” he smiled as he opened up his arms and you ran forward to hold him tight. He said to not hug him for too long, but you squeezed him for as long as you could because you never wanted to let go. Whatever went down when you walked in to the bunker wouldn’t change this, you had to remember that.

You and Dean made your way back in to the bunker. You walked in to the library when Sam, John and Mary were sitting. “Hey,” you said to John and Mary. You hated pretending that you liked them.

“Y/N, remember what we talked about on the way back here?” Sam questioned you.

“You mean the whole, forgiveness will give you peace, speech?” You asked as you took a seat opposite John. Sam stood up from his seat, leaving only you and John sitting at the table.

“That’s the one,” Sam replied. Him, Dean and Mary all stood in the library and watched you and John intently.

You looked ahead of you at the man you called your father. But really, what was he to you apart from the man that left you when you were little? Why would you ever forgive him?

“So, what exactly are you forgiving me for?” John questioned as he leant forward and placed his hands together.

“Nothing,” you shook your head. “At least not yet. I can’t forgive you for something you haven’t apologised for.”

“I don’t know what you want me to apologise for,” he replied. You thought he had meant it like he’d done nothing wrong, but his tone wasn’t like that. “I know that I’ve done you wrong. A lot, actually. But Y/N, unless you tell me what you want me to do, I don’t know how you’re going to forgive me.”

Even John didn’t know how you would forgive him for what he had done. “You’re right, I can’t do it…”

“Y/N-” Sam tried to interrupt but you continued to talk to John.

“Sam and Dean think that if I forgive you, it’ll bring me peace, and they’re usually right about these things but I don’t see how they’re right about this one and I can’t. I can’t forgive you,” you finally admitted as you felt tears building up in your eyes. “You’ve done too much to be forgiven for, OK? You threw me into a mental hospital, you punched me in the face and told me to leave, you got my mom killed!” You screamed.

You had never said the last one out loud, but no one reacted badly or tried to defend him because they knew you were right and you had facts to back it up. If you had never met this man, if he had never gotten involved with your mom none of this would have happened to her. You would have never been born but you thought that anything would be better than this suffering.

“I’m sorry,” he apologised. “How can I make it better?”

“You can’t!” You shouted. “Dad… You left me. Me and mom were alone, she had to raise me on her own because you left us. I know you were dead most of my life, but those short years that you could have just spent with me or mom, even just for a little while, they would have meant the world to me! But you didn’t, you left. So why were mom and I not good enough? What did Sam and Dean do that we didn’t do?”

“Y/N,” John shook his head. “None of it was your fault, it was just the way I was… Me leaving had nothing to do with you or your mom. I didn’t deserve either of you, I never would.”

He was lying, he had to be. “It- it wasn’t my fault? You didn’t leave because of me?”

“No, of course not. l made a bad decision, the wrong decision that affected you more than I thought it would and I’m sorry…”

“Thank you,” you nodded. The tears finally fell from your eyes. “I appreciate you apologising for it, and I’m happy that I know that I have nothing to do with what you did. But I still can’t forgive you…”

Well, that resolved nothing. So you stood up, took a quick look at your brothers and wandered off to your room. As you thought about what went on, you realised that maybe staying here wasn’t such a good idea. You were living with a man you could never forgive and a woman that didn’t love you. You were 18 years old, it was time for you to get out on your own and have some responsibilities. You wouldn’t run away, not again, this time you had to be smart and be ready. You had to talk to them about it.

You must have been in your room for about an hour just thinking about what to say or how to say it. After thinking for so long it was finally time to head to the library. As you walked back you realised that for the whole time you were gone they remained in the library still talking about what happened.

You couldn’t hear exactly what was being said, just all of their voices over each other’s. “Hey,” Dean smiled as he saw you, causing everyone’s eyes to shoot to you and they became silent.

“Hey,” you replied. “So, I’ve been thinking about a lot of things, I’ve been thinking about how life has been for us all recently. And it’s been hard, I know that, for everyone it’s not been easy at all. So I started to think about all the bad things that have happened and I realised that they’re all somehow my fault.”

“No, Y/N,” Sam shook his head. “That’s not tr-”

“It is,” you interrupted while nodding your head rapidly. “It is the truth, Sam. I cause you all pain, and I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I’m just a problem, maybe I need to clear my head… But will never know if that’s it because I’ve never got out on my own to just think, you know?”

“So what are you saying?” Mary questioned.

“I think I need to get out on my own for a little while. But I’m not running away this time,” you promised. “I’m tired of running, it just pushes me into a corner that I can’t get out of.“

“Y/N, if this is what you really want then we’ll help you get out on your own, but you need to really think about it,” Sam replied. “You need to consider how hard it’s going to be. You’ll need money, and you’ll need backup on hunts, what if you can’t get to your phone? What if you die?!”

“Then I die,” you confirmed. Sam was about to protest against that, but you continued to speak. “If I need money I can hack credit card companies to get enough to keep me living, you taught me how. And if I need backup I’ll call for backup, but the whole point of me getting out on my own is to be alone. I’m a better hunter now, I can do it.”

“We don’t want you to leave,” Dean said with a shake of his head. “You’re our little sister, what would we do without you?”

“You’ll be fine without me,” you almost shouted. As you said it, you realised it was the most truthful thing you had ever said. “I’m sorry, Dean, I really am.. But I can’t be here anymore. I feel like I can’t breathe, like I just need to go outside and get some air but when I get there I still can’t taste it, or feel it. But I want to feel, I wanna feel scared and happy and excited and nervous, but when I’m here all I feel is angry. I need to know who I am before I can show you.”

You could see the sadness in both your brothers eyes. You didn’t bother to look at John and Mary, you didn’t care about either of them anymore. All you cared about were your brothers, and as much as this was killing them you just had to put yourself first for a while.

Both of your brothers seemed to be contemplating whether to accept this or not. They knew that telling you to stay would push you further away from them whether you left or not. But letting you go didn’t seem like a good idea either, even if you were promising that you would come back at some point.

“Please,” you begged. “As my family, I need to know that you’re okay with this. I don’t want to hurt you, but I need to get out and be free for a while.”

“Ok,” Dean nodded with a smile. It was that smile that scared you so much. It wasn’t that he was mad at you, it wasn’t that he was broken up about it either. It was an understanding smile. It scared you because you didn’t want to think that he had ever felt the way that you did; it worried you that he had ever felt his hurt, broken and confused. “You’re our sister and we owe it to you to let you be free.”

“Thank you,” you nodded with a smile while tears fell down your face. You didn’t know if they were tears of joy or sadness but either way, crying seemed to be becoming quite an occurrence.

That day was strange. You didn’t only have to say goodbye to what you had known for so long, but they were accepting of it and that wasn’t something you were used to. You didn’t want to wish this away, it was bitter sweet but it was one of the best things to happen to you in a while and you couldn’t ruin it. Of course, being you, you would find some kind of way to ruin it eventually.

Dean and Sam helped you pack up your things into the small car they had given you. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to get you around to the places you needed to be.

“Y/N,” Sam said to you as you were leant on the side of the car. Dean was packing some weapons in a concealed part of the back of your car. “Look, I’m going to support you in what you’re doing but, I just… I don’t-”

“Sam, it’s okay,” you promised. “Things aren’t going to be easy, I know that. But I’ll be okay, I’m a big girl. I can handle myself.”

“Right,” he nodded with a breathy laugh. “I’m just, I’m gonna miss you, kiddo. It’s gonna be weird around here without you, and knowing that you’re out there and hunting on your own is… Look I can’t explain it, ok? I know that you can take care of yourself but I still wanna be able to look out for you and protect you.”

“I know,” you smiled with a nod. You got on your tippy toes before planting a kiss on the side of his cheek. You then wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a reassuring hug… But it didn’t reassure either of you.

The truth was, you weren’t sure if you would be okay or not. You didn’t know if things would turn out the way you wanted them to, but you could never be sure about anything. You had to do this, leaving was your only option because you simply could not forgive John.

You hugged your brothers and said your final goodbyes, John and Mary didn’t even bother to come outside and see you off…

You drove up the highway with the window open, it was completely empty along the road. It felt bad, it felt… Wrong. Is this what freedom was supposed to feel like? Maybe it’s because it was just the beginning of something new but it didn’t matter, you couldn’t give up now; you had to give this new and free life a chance.

So you did. But how any chances were you supposed to give this life before giving up? How many times did you have to almost die and lie to your brothers and tell them that you were fine? It was only a few weeks after you had left… But you didn’t know if you could handle it anymore. After the first week you had to leave your car behind somewhere because the police caught on that you were a fake FBI agent and were tracking your number plate. You skipped a few towns after that by hitch hiking and moved on to another hunt.

You were on a hunt for a demon that was in a small town called Riverdale. It didn’t have many people in it and everyone there seemed to know each other. That’s why when people started to go missing it was very easy for people to realise that something strange was going on. You flashed your badge to the police and got all the information you needed about the murders, everything after that seemed like a blur as your body became weaker from the blood loss. This warehouse was dim, it smelled like damp and blood. Or was that smell of blood coming from you?

“What did you think was gonna happen, Winchester?” The demon snarled. “What? You thought you would just walk into this town and save the day like your family normal does… No,” he laughed ironically. “No, not this time.”

“What do you want with me?” You begged as your breathing became faster.

“What I want-” he spoke through gritted teeth as he grabbed your face harshly with his hands, “is for you and your family to suffer like you make us demons suffer. You tried to lock us all away once, you kill every one of us that you come across so why shouldn’t we do the same to you?”

As he was talking your hands continued to work of the rope that bound your hands together. Your fingernails were sore from trying to scratch yourself out, you had been doing it for hours and knew that you were close to breaking it. The demon turned around to grab some weapons from the table. He headed towards the chair you were tied to with a knife that was still bloody from your last torture session.

“Now, I think I’ve run out of room to stab you in your stomach, and your shoulder is pretty bad too,” he examined. “We could do your arms, maybe just in your bicep, I heard that stabbing you right in the muscle is extremely painful.”

Your breath hitched in your throat from terror. He had already cut you up pretty badly all over your body, your chance of survival depended on how much energy you had left to get out of these ropes and stab him in the face.

“How about right here?” He asked as he held the knife against your cheek. “It sure would be a damn shame to cut up your pretty little face. Regardless, I think I’d like to see you squirm again from all the pain I’m putting you through.”

You screamed as the knife dug into your cheek. He dragged it down harshly, leaving a gaping, bloody wound on your face. The blood dripped down on to the floor below you. Once again your hands were working to get the damn ropes off your wrists. Finally, you had some luck. Your hands were free as he walked over to the table to grab a different weapon. You acted fast; you slid yourself out of the ropes and stood from the chair.

You used all the strength you had left to fight him. You saw your Angel blade laying on the floor. Although your vision was begging to blur you had to grab it and charge forward. Because you had the advantage of catching him off guard, you were able to stab him in the head and kill him before he could grab your weak body and tie you back up.

You dropped the Angel blade to the floor before heading towards your back pack that the demon had thrown on the floor away from you. As you stumbled towards it you fell and began to crawl over to it. The phone. You needed the phone.

There was no one else in the warehouse at the moment but you knew he had other demons with him. They were all on the look out incase your brothers showed up. Of course, the demons had no idea that your brothers would have killed them with ease and been back home by dinner time. Was it even coming up to dinner time? You weren’t sure, time moved slowly in there and you had no idea how long you had been tortured for.

Because of that it was hard to tell when the other demons would get suspicious of why the one that was torturing you hadn’t gone and spoken with them. You grabbed your phone and clicked on Dean’s name, your finger shook above the contact.

“Please pick up, please pick up,” you repeated. You were practically begging into the phone as it continued to ring.

“Hey,” you heard your brother say in a joyful tone. “You were supposed to call us like an hour ago.”

“Dean!” You screamed. “You have to help me. I don’t- I don’t know where I am.”

You were breathing heavily down the phone. You couldn’t walk right now, you had to drag your body across the floor to even get to your bag. “Y/N,” he said seriously as he realised what was happening. “Me and Sam are gonna come and find you, ok? Just keep talking to me.”

“What happened?” You heard Sam’s voice say in the background.

“Track her GPS,” Dean demanded to his brother. “Y/N, sweetheart, keep talking. You have to keep talking to me, ok?”

He knew from the sound of your voice and your breathing that you were hurt badly. “You have to hurry. I-”

“We’re on our way. I promise we will be there as soon as we can, tell me what he did to you,” he demanded.

To Dean that seemed like the only way to keep you talking, and that way he would know exactly what state you were in. “it hurts so much,” you cried. “There’s so much blood… I don’t think I can- Dean. I’m not going to-”

“Y/N,” Sam said. Dean must have been driving so Sam had to take the phone. “You listen to me okay? You hold on. I know that it hurts, but you have to stay awake. I promise we will fix it, ok? You’ve been through worse, you can get through this.”

“Sam,” you sobbed. “I wasn’t ready to leave. I need you both, I can’t do this without you… I’m not strong enough to be on my own.“

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to. I promise you, it’s going to be okay.”

Sam’s voice was soft. Maybe even too soft; it made you want to fall asleep. “I’m tired. I’m gonna close my eyes.”

“No! Y/N don’t you dare close your eyes!” He shouted through the phone, but after that you couldn’t hear what he was saying. It just went black…

* * *

“It turned out that being alone wasn’t something I was strong enough for. I rely on people, I can’t live without them. A wise woman once said, ‘loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty.’ And it couldn’t be more true. No matter how much I told myself that being alone was good, I never really believed it.”

Dean pulled his phone out of his pocket. He looked at your contact and hovered his finger over it as if he was going to call you. He knew in his head that you could never answer.. But he wanted to just call you. He wanted to talk to you about it, and make you feel better. He was too late. He knew that, but it wasn’t too late to ask Jody what she did.

The tape was right there so he could have found out from there, but he wanted to hear it from Jody. He wanted to know what she had done that was so bad that it earned her a spot on the tapes.

So without thinking he clicked on her name. It continued to ring and ring, and ring. “Hey. This is Jody. I can’t come to the phone right now, but if you need me I’ll call you back soon. Just leave a message.”

Dean didn’t bother to leave a message, he knew she was avoiding him. It really began to make his trust issues grow. John was expected, Mary wasn’t too much of a shock, Crowley wasn’t even a question. But Jody? She was one of the kindest people Dean and Sam had ever encountered. Dean was finding it hard to believe that she would ever have done something to hurt you.

It wasn’t that he thought you would lie, but he wanted to hear both sides of the story. That wasn’t an option though, because Jody was avoiding him. Maybe what she did was bad… Maybe it wasn’t intentional but it was still bad. What if he couldn’t forgive her like you never forgave John? This tape scared him because he knew it was coming; the scary thing was he had no idea what.

* * *

You woke up in the hospital, Sam was at the end of your bed and Dean was next to you.

“Hey.” Sam’s eyes widened as he realised you were awake. He moved from the end of your bed over to you and grabbed the hand that Dean wasn’t holding.

You tried to sit up, but the ache in your body made it impossible. “Hey, take it easy,” Dean said softly as he put his hand on your shoulder to ease you back down. “You lost a lot of blood.”

You let your body relax again. You were too weak to move and you had to let your body heal. “You need anything?” Sam asked.

“Just some water, please,” you replied in a croaky voice.

Sam nodded with a smile. “Sure. I’ll be right back.”

As you watched Sam leave the room, you turned your head to focus on Dean. He looked so devastated that this had happened to you. With being a hunter it was a given that you were going to get hurt, but you had never been this hurt before and it broke Dean’s heart. “I’m so sorry that this happened to you.”

“It’s not your fault,” you replied as a tear fell down your cheek. You didn’t know why you were crying. Was it because you were thankful for being safe now? Or maybe it was all of your sadness catching up with you?

“I thought we were going to lose you,” he admitted as he gripped your hand tighter. “When we got to the warehouse, we found you laying on the floor with your eyes wide open. You weren’t… You weren’t breathing. You weren’t moving and there was a pool of blood under you and I panicked so much. I held you in my arms and I begged for you to come back to me.”

“Did I die?” You asked. Because if you really did die, that would mean that someone sold their soul to bring you back, and you knew exactly what your brothers were like.

“No,” Dean smiled. You always knew when he was lying, and right know he was telling the truth. “As soon as I held you, you began to breathe again. I didn’t know how, but I didn’t care, I was just so happy that you were still breathing.”

“Oh thank God,” you sighed in relief. “I thought you had sold your soul or something.”

Then he gave you that look and you knew exactly what it meant. “Y/N, if you had died then you know that I would have-”

“No!” You protested. You tried to sit up as you said it but the pain in your body brought you right back down. As you shouted at Dean, Sam returned with your water.

“What’s going on?” Sam questioned as he walked in. He came and sat next to Dean so that both of your brothers were on one side of you.

“You both need to promise me something. When I die, I die. That’s it. I’m dead; gone. And you don’t do anything stupid to bring me back. No deals with demons or making a deal with a witch to do some voodoo dark magic to bring me back, ok?” You demanded. “You can’t do that to me. I only want to live this life once and once only… I can’t do it again and I don’t want to.”

“It sounds more like you’re saying you want to die,” Dean replied with a grumpy tone.

That’s when it clicked in your head, maybe you did want to be dead. Maybe being dead was what would make you happier. “You need to promise me,” you repeated as you ignored what Dean said about you wanting to die.

They knew they couldn’t get out of this, they had to promise you that when you died they wouldn’t try to bring you back. “Sure,” Sam nodded.

“That’s not good enough,” you fumed. “I need to hear you say it.”

As much as they hated it, they knew you were right. Selling souls in the past just got them into too much trouble and made everything into a mess. “I promise. We won’t sell our souls for you, and we won’t bring you back.”

“Thank you,” you finally said. “I’m gonna go to sleep, please don’t go anywhere.”

“We’re not going to leave you,” Dean replied as he grabbed your hand again. “We will be here when you wake up.”

You finally felt safe in the comfort of your brothers. Safe enough to sleep, safe from the monsters… Safe from the world. And that feeling wasn’t something you were used to, so you took advantage of it now so you could have a long sleep.

* * *

Dean was distracted from the tape when his phone began to ring. He paused the tape and answered the phone without even checking who it was, he assumed that it was Jody. “Hey, Jody, listen-”

“It’s not Jody.”

“Alex?” Dean asked. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, well, I think so,” she replied with a confused tone. “But Claire came back today and now her and Jody are arguing about something. I think they said something about tapes? I don’t know but they won’t stop going at each other. They’re both so mad at each other and I don’t know what for.”

“Why did you call me about this?” Dean questioned.

“Because they’ve never argued like this before. Not until you and Sam visited… Is it something to do with Y/N?”

“Look, Alex, if they’re fighting then-”

“Claire just said something about someone selling their soul,” Alex revealed. “What the hell is she talking about?!”

“I would ask Jody what the fight is about if she would answer my calls,” Dean replied. “Wait… Selling their soul? Who sold their soul?”

“I don’t know,” Alex told him. “Should I go ask them?”

“No, just-” Dean began to think about what to do. “Where are you?”

“In my room,” Alex replied almost in a confused tone.

“Ok, stay there and don’t talk to either of them about it. I’m coming over,” he said sternly. As she was half way through protesting he hung up the phone. Dean put the headphones to the tape back over his ears before heading out of his room and leaving the bunker.

“Dude, where are you going?!” Sam questioned as Dean stormed up the metal stairs.


Dean didn’t have time to explain. Right now he, once again, needed answers. Why were they talking about soul selling? Did Jody know about the conversation Dean and Sam had with you in the hospital? And if she did, how?

The tape was still with him as he drove to Jody’s… Hopefully his questions would be answered before he got there.

* * *

Once you were discharged from the hospital you weren’t sure if you were ready to be alone again. After crying to your brothers about how much it was killing you being alone but not being able to return to the bunker because you couldn’t forgive John, they suggested that you would stay at Jody’s until you were stronger and knew what you wanted.

Originally you had turned down the offer, but the boys told you that Claire was out hunting on her own which meant you could have her room while she was gone. It wasn’t the room you were worried about; you just didn’t want to face Claire after what she had put you through. So once you knew she wasn’t going to be there you saw no problem with staying there just until you were ready to get back to hunting alone.

Jody picked you up from the hospital. You asked your brothers to leave before you were discharged because you knew that saying goodbye and seeing them leave in the car would make you want to go with them. Jody seemed to treat you like a broken clock; like you were fragile.

Once you arrived at her house, you were greeted by Alex before heading to Claire’s room and unpacking your bag. It felt wrong to be in her room and it still hurt to be around everything that reminded you of her. So a fresh start ended up with you back in the place you thought you’d never see again, but that wouldn’t be the end. You had to get out again!

Jody made sure your stay was comfortable. But of course she did… She’s Jody. Everything she ever did for you was out of the kindness of her heart, but sometimes the things she did were too kind.

* * *

Too kind. The words rung in Dean’s ears. Is there even such a thing as too kind? Jody would have done anything for you… She would have died for you!

And there, things began to fall into place. Soul selling, you not breathing and looking as if you were dead, and Jody doing something to earn herself on these tapes… Because she was too kind. He couldn’t be right, Jody wouldn’t have even known that you were hurt in that warehouse… Would she?

* * *

You began to settle again in Jody’s home, but you didn’t want to, you needed to get back out and be alone. You were strong now; as soon as you left the hospital you were physically strong but your emotions were all over the place. But now was the time to get back out there and start hunting again. You couldn’t let the fact that you almost died stop you from doing what you were born to do.

You weren’t even there a full week, only around 3 days before you told Jody you were ready to leave. Your bags were packed once again and you took one last look around Claire’s room. This is the last time you would ever see it because you had no intention of coming back to see Claire ever again… Not unless she apologised and told the truth.

“Thanks again, Jody,” you smiled as you gave her a hug. “Tell Alex I said goodbye,” you told her as you remembered that Alex had college today. If you had known that you would have said goodbye to her before.

“So where exactly are you going, Y/N?” Jody questioned. “You know that you can stay here as long as you want, I could get you set up at school.”

“Thank you, you have no idea how much I appreciate how much you’ve been there for me. But I need to get back to hunting, it’s what I was born for,” you explained. “This is my chance.”

“You’ve already had a chance,” she replied sadly. “And you didn’t end up in a good place, you almost died, Y/N.”

“I know but-” you started to reply before you interrupted yourself. “Wait a second, how do you know about that?”


“That I almost died. How do you know about that?” You questioned with squinted eyes. You were there when your brothers told Jody what happened to you. All they said was that you got hurt on a hunt but you were doing fine.

Jody looked around the room for a second while she tried to think of an excuse. You saw a look on her face that you had never seen on her before… Guilt.

“Jody?!” You demanded.

“Take a seat,” she said with a sad smile as she pointed towards the couch. You both sat next to each other as she began to explain. “I was tracking you.”

“You were what?” You questioned with confusion.

“The boys told me that when you got back to the bunker you decided to leave. But the way you acted when you were here- I was just worried about you! I wanted to make sure you were okay and so did Claire.”

“Claire was in on this too?” You complained. You didn’t want to get mad at Jody, but the way the conversation was going you couldn’t see it ending peacefully.

“She doesn’t know what I did. When I tell her she’s going to be so mad at me,” Jody explained as she began to cry. “And so will you, and your brothers, but I couldn’t let your brothers find you dead… I was at the warehouse before they got to you Y/N! You died!”

“Jody…” You said in a dangerously low tone. You knew exactly what she had done. “What did you do?”

“I’m so sor-”

“What. Did. You. Do.”

She wiped her face with her hand to get rid of all the tears that had fallen down her cheeks. She breathed slowly, taking each breath as it came. “I sold my soul to bring you back.”

And there she had done the worst thing anyone could have done for you. She had sold her life away to make sure you still had one. “No, no why would you do that? I was happy being dead!”

“Because you deserve a life, Y/N!” She screamed.

“So do you!” You shouted back. “How am I supposed to live with the fact that you have to go to hell just so I can live a little longer?”

“I did this because I want you to have another chance at a life,” she lied. You knew it was a lie.

“You didn’t do this for me, you did this for them. My brothers. You were worried that me being dead would be something they couldn’t handle, you didn’t want to hurt them.”

You stood up and grabbed your bag. You stalked towards the door but Jody tried to stop you. “Y/N, they will hate me if they find out what I did.”

“That proves my point exactly! You don’t care what happens as long as they don’t find out that you sold your soul to bring me back,” you shouted as you stood in the doorway. “I know that you did this out of the kindness of your heart… Because you’re the most kind person I’ve ever met,” you admitted sadly as tears began to form in your eyes. “But this was too much. I’m going to get your soul back for you, even if it’s the last thing I do.”

“And how do you plan on doing that?” She asked curiously with a sniffle.

“With whatever it takes, Jody, to save you from what you did. I won’t tell my brothers about it, so you can stop crying now,” you snapped even though it broke your heart to get angry at her. Although she didn’t admit that she did it for Sam and Dean, she didn’t deny it either and that was enough for you.

The door slammed behind you as you made your way out for the door. You didn’t look back for Jody, you didn’t check to see if she had followed you out or tried to follow you as you moved quickly away from her house. You just kept walking and walking, crying your eyes out before finally deciding to call your brothers.

“Hello?” Dean said as he answered the phone.

“I want you to come pick me up. I’m ready to come home,” you sobbed. “I can’t be alone anymore. It’s killing me.”

* * *

“It’s not just what you did, Jody, but what I had to do afterwards. I made a promise to you and to myself that I would get your soul back no matter what the cost, and it scared the hell out of me. To have so much pressure put on me to save a persons life when I should have been the one that was dead. I know you all probably think I’m over exaggerating; that Jody selling her soul for me is something I should appreciate rather than being angry or upset about. But you don’t understand because no one has ever put you through that. No one has ever died or set themselves up to die so that you can keep living… Or have they?”

Dean was horrified with the ending of the tape. He never expected that you really did die in that warehouse or that Jody was the one to sell her soul to bring you back. He never thought she would do something so selfless yet so selfish. So kind yet the worst thing she could have ever done.

So he sat there in his car, looking into the window of her house and wondering if some things are better left unsaid. Should he ask her about it and confront her or go home? He thought that leaving was the right thing to do, but this curiosity inside of him would never die if he didn’t get answers.

* * *

“I’ll come and pick you up now, sweetheart. From Jody’s?” He asked.

“No, I’m at a gas station called gas n sip, it’s not far from Jody’s,” you told him. He didn’t question it because it sounded like you didn’t want to explain why you walked out.

“I know the one that you’re talking about, I won’t be long. I can’t wait to see you, me and Sam missed you so much. See you soon, sweetheart,” Dean replied before hanging up the phone.

You waited for a while outside the gas station; you weren’t sure how long because you were too busy in your own mind. You couldn’t stop asking yourself questions like: Is Jody’s soul being gone really worth me being alive? What is the point of me being alive? All I’m doing is ruining other people’s, and now I’ve even ruined Jody’s. How can I keep living knowing that I’ve caused this much pain?

You were pulled from your thoughts when you heard the roar of the impala. You had never been so happy to see both of your brothers sitting in the front of the car. You climbed into the back seat of the car and excitedly greeted your brothers. “I’m so glad to be coming back.”

Dean began to drive up the highway as you all continued to speak. “Since you’ve been gone, Dean has made Cas 3 more mix tapes.”

“They’re not mixed tapes!” Dean defended. You loved the dynamic of their relationship, how they would continuously get on each other’s nerves and find new ways to push each other’s buttons. “They’re tapes of good classic rock songs that I think everyone deserves to hear. You agree with me, right, Y/N?”

“He’s right, Sam,” you nodded. “Cas hasn’t had the honour of listening to Led Zeppelin on 5 hour drives with our annoying big brother. Therefore has to give him a tape instead.”

“Whatever,” Dean said with a shake of his head as you and Sam chucked at his annoyance.

“So, Y/N,” Sam started to change the subject of the conversation. “What made you decide to come back?”

“I didn’t like being alone. I know where I belong, and that’s with you. Wherever you guys are, that’s where my home is,” you replied. You noticed them both trying to hide their smiles because of what you said. They wanted to keep their facade that they didn’t care about things like that, but you knew how much it meant to them.

“What about dad?” Dean asked, addressing the elephant in the room.

“Yeah, uh, I know you guys want me to forgive him but I can’t do it. Not yet,” you replied in an apologetic tone. You looked out of the window and hoped that the subject would just be dropped.

“That’s not what we wanted from you,” Sam revealed. You quickly turned your head to face him. “Look, we said you needed forgiveness in order to feel at peace. And maybe one day you can forgive dad, but that’s never what we wanted from you now.”

“You told me I needed forgiveness involving what he did to me. What else could you have meant?” You questioned with furrowed brows.

Dean looked back at you through the rear view mirror. “Y/N… Did you forgive yourself?”

Your mouth opened to speak, but no words came out. How were your brothers so smart? They didn’t want you to forgive John for what he did, they wanted you to forgive yourself for what John did. They knew how much you blamed yourself for him leaving, for John breaking not only your heart but your mothers too. This whole time you were trying to figure out how you were supposed to forgive everyone around you when it was you that you needed to start with. “I don’t think I ever really gave myself a chance to.”

“Well, now you’re coming home,” Sam smiled. “I think it’s about time you give yourself the benefit of the doubt and forgive yourself for something that’s never been your fault.”

Sam was right, they were both right. Now you were coming home and it was time to forgive yourself for all those years of self hatred and trying to figure out what you had done wrong.

But that wasn’t all you had to do now. It was now your job to make sure that Jody’s soul was restored. You promised her you would get it back before you die, and with the life you live you never know how long that’s going to be. It was now your mission to get it back… Before it’s too late.

* * *

His hands felt heavier each time his knuckles hit against the wooden door. He waited impatiently as Alex unlocked the door. “Dude, why are you here?”

“I need to speak to Jody,” Dean told her quickly, he really didn’t have time for this.

“She’s not here right now,” Alex lied. Just as she said it, Jody came up to the door and saw Dean.

“I need to speak to you,” he demanded as he switched his focus over to Jody.

“Dean-” Alex was about to start shouting, but Jody told her it was okay.

“Go back inside, I just need to speak to him alone for a second,” Jody smiled at Alex before ushering her inside and closing the door. Jody stood outside of her house with Dean, she walked down the steps so that they were a little further from the house and Alex wouldn’t be able to hear their conversation through the window.

“I don’t even know what to say,” Dean said as he looked at her. The woman he had once seen as a mother figure was one of the reasons you took your life.

“There’s not much to say. I know that you listened to my tape, I guess that’s what you’re here about,” she concluded.

“Why did you do it? I mean, this isn’t some small gesture. Jody, you sold your soul! Do you know how reckless that is?” Dean snapped but not because he was angry. He wished that Jody didn’t have to lose her soul and die. He wished that this decision hadn’t affected you so badly. The whole situation was terrible.

“Because she reminded me of me. I always wanted a second chance in life. To have my son back, and my husband, and start my life again. But selling my soul for that would have been selfish,” she explained. “The way I saw her was that she was a bomb. Just ticking and ticking and waiting to explode, and I knew that when she did it would be bad… But I never thought she would have killed herself. I never wanted that for her, I sold my soul so that she could live and have a chance to start a normal life like she deserved.”

“I know that you had good intentions,” Dean admitted. “You always try to do the right thing. But this wasn’t it, it ruined your life and it ruined hers. She spent the rest of her life trying to get your soul back, but I tried before to get my soul back and I know that it doesn’t work… How long do you have left?”

“No, Dean, you don’t understand,” she shook her head. “Y/N did get my soul back.”

“What? But that’s impossible-”

“She was a woman of her word. She swore to me that she would get it back no matter how hard it would be. So that’s what she did, because she was too good a person.”

“That means she would have had to make some kind of deal of her own in order to break yours,” Dean concluded. Jody looked like she was about to cry but she held it in as she nodded at Dean’s statement. “That would have only ended badly, no demon would have given her a good deal in order to get your soul back.”

“I wish I could have explained that to her, but she ran away as soon as she found out what I did,” Jody said in a shaky voice. She quickly wiped a single tear away with her hand in the hopes that Dean wouldn’t have noticed.

“So what exactly did she have to do?” Dean stuttered nervously as he waited for the answer.

“I can’t tell you,” she replied with a shake of her head. “But you will find out when you listen to tape 8.”

My Fake Boyfriend Part 2

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 930 ( I promise nex part is gonna be bigger)

Warnings: Angst, fuffly

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta. You rock.


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You barely slept that night; you couldn’t relax your muscles neither your mind. You packed and repacked your suit case five times; you watered your house plants and read a book about a girl who relived the day of her death over and over again.

You weren’t ready to spent six days at your hometown, when you looked at the clock was 5 a.m. and you had a flight to catch in 6 hours. You took a long shower letting the water wash your worries away, after that you cleaned your apartment one last time.

 You still have one hour to spent, you lay on your couch hopping that you can take a quick nap but no. Your conversation with your mother keeps playing in your head.

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Stroke of luck (Part-8)

Pairing: Dean X Reader

Word count: 3800-ish

Warnings: Daddy!Dean, so much of it… trust me, it’s a warning. FLUFF!!

Series Summary: Dark highway, middle of the night, a bad boy driving an Impala, and a Damsel in distress. Too cliche? Think again.

A/N: This is the part that actually inspired the whole series around it. I am in love with it. I hope by the end, you are too <3 Beta’d by the fabulous @sdavid09.

Feedback is really REALLY appreciated!

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A crowd had gathered right in the middle of it, making it impossible to move around. Dean honked loudly twice, but the crowd didn’t budge.

“What the hell?” He muttered to himself before stepping out and making his way through the crowd. The scene that unfolded before his eyes as he walked to the front of the line was disheartening. A girl was standing in the middle of the circle, crying in her hands. All her books were strewn across the asphalt, while her bag was ripped to shreds. Two boys were standing on the other side laughing at her, while she sobbed. When she moved her hand to wipe her tears, Dean caught a glimpse of her face. It was Sam, and she was wearing a broken and lost expression her face.

Dean’s POV:

For a few minutes Dean couldn’t comprehend what was happening. Was she angry, was she hurt? Why was all her stuff lying down like that? Did she trip and fall down? Dean was suddenly worried whether or not she had hurt herself.

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summary: When your father contacts Tom to protect you, he just sees a spoiled, rich girl from Upper East Side. But behind designer clothes, exclusive parties and expensive champagne there’s a lonely girl with a big heart.
[from the story] “Keep your hands off that dress” you screamed “That dress was a gift from Donatella Versace. She made it for my eighteenth birthday. I bet you can’t even spell ‘Versace’”
One of the twins rolled his eyes at your statement “Tom, I’ll give you fifteen dollars if you let me punch her”

NEXT CHAPTER: 27/10/2017

Chapter One

Mr. Y/L/N gave Tom a last glare before talking.
“A few days ago, my daughter was a victim of a not so pleasant accident outside her school, one of the most famous and prestigious Colleges in town. A group of men was waiting outside to kidnap her. Fortunately, the security intervened and pushed away these ill-intentioned people but I’m sure this will happen again. You see, Tom, I made some affairs with the wrong people and now that I’m in trouble I’m afraid that they’ll do something to her. She doesn’t know this. I just told Y/N that these men wanted to rob her and I ask you not to tell her the truth, I don’t want my daughter to get worried”
Mr. Y/L/N talked slow, he moved his hands a lot and never lost eye contact.
“Did you receive any menace?”
The businessman had a melancholy expression on his face. It was a yes.
Mr. Y/L/N opened the drawer under his desk and showed Tom a packet of letters.
“They’re all anonymous, but I’m sure they all come from the same person”
Tom opened the packet and browsed all the letters. Who did it was a professional, he thought. They used different kinds of paper and the writings were made by clippings of newspapers.
Thomas had seen so many letters like those that he lost count.
“I also have to tell you that she’s not excited at the thought of having a bodyguard, you may find some obstacles”
“That’s not a problem. I’ll make sure she understands the importance of this” Tom said throwing the letters on the desk “I think I should start right now. You should install cameras all over the house and microphones as well. I also think I should move to your place to control her 24/7. I can ask my colleagues from the court to come here. Mr. Y/L/N, I don’t want to scare you but I think you’re in danger just like your daughter, I’ve seen many cases like this one, you have to be very careful.”
“I’m more worried for my daughter” he sighed “I totally agree, you should stay at my place for a few weeks, just to make sure that she’s safe also at home. I can’t trust anybody, also in my house”
Tom nodded “Let’s do it.”

“Paddy, stop jumping on the bed. Last time you fell out and broke your arm, remember?”
The baby boy stopped and took a seat on the bed “Harry said you leave us forever”
“Harry’s a dick, don’t pay attention to what he says, Pad” Thomas replied as he put some clothes in his luggage.
“He has also said that you’ll live in the Upper East Side with rich people” Paddy insisted “Can I come with you?”
The eldest brother sighed “Paddy, I go there to work, not to have fun. Trust me, I’m not thrilled at the idea of spending a few months there”
Tom closed his second luggage and turned to look at his brother.
“You know this is the only chance I have to change our lives, right?”
Paddy nodded “I know, and maybe we can move from Bronx to Upper East Side” he exclaimed.
Tom chuckled “Who knows, everything is possible. Come here, buddy” he said opening his arms.
Paddy jumped off the bed and hugged his brother tightly “I’m gonna miss you, Tom”
“I’m gonna miss you too, Paddy” he kneeled down to look into his brother’s hazel eyes “Don’t drive Sam and Harry crazy, do your homework and wash your teeth. If you need help you have my number written on your drawer or you can call Laura, ok?”
“Ok, Tom.”
“You know, this is a big responsibility, you have to make me proud, little man”
“I promise you I’ll be super good” Paddy said with a huge smile on his face. He was happy to help the family as well.
“Good, now I really have to go” Thomas stood up and took his luggage in his hands.
He left the bedroom and found his brother Sam doing homework in the kitchen.
“Sam, can I count on you too?”
His brother just nodded.
“Harry is outside?”
Sam nodded again, his eyes were glued on a difficult exercise.
“Ok, well, bye.”
Without adding a word, Thomas left his house. In the walkaway, Laura Harris was watching her little sisters playing in the street.
“I heard you’re moving” she said.
“It’s just temporary. I have a very important job” he explained “Can I ask you to check my brothers when you have time? Just… make sure they didn’t kill each other or burn down the house”
Laura chuckled and moved a lock of hair behind her ear.
“Everything has a prize, Holland” she smiled “We should have lunch together when you come back”
“What about Steve?” Tom asked.
“He’s in jail. Again. Maybe you can keep company while he’s away”
Tom shrugged “I’ll think about it”

“And you accepted?” you asked, your mouth opened wide.
“Of course, I did it, Y/N. What did you think?” Mia laughed at your expression “And we did it also in his yacht. Twice.”
“You, my friend, are the worst!”
“You would have done the same, trust me” she gave you a cheeky smile “by the way, I heard that some weirdo tried to rob you in front of school. That must have been terrifying”
You gave a small glance on the magazines on your bed and took a sip of Chardonnay “My dad is overreacting. I didn’t go to school today because he was afraid.” you explained with an annoyed tone.
“Jeez, he wants to put you under a bell jar” Mia exclaimed.
“It’s just a period” you calmed Mia.
Your conversation is suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Come on in” you said nonchalantly.
Mia and you exchanged a confused look when you saw your father entering the room followed by another guy.
He wasn’t very tall but his body was toned, he had broad shoulders and brown curls. His eyes scanned the room from top to bottom before meeting your figure.
“Y/N, this is Tom Holland. He will be your bodyguard for the following weeks”.
You widen your eyes “What? Dad you can’t be fucking serious!” you turned around to Mia who was undressing the bodyguard with her gaze “Mia can you leave me alone with my dad and his sleuth?”
Mia gave you a sad look that meant something like “that’s not fair, I wanted to stare at him a little longer” and then she left the room.
“Dad seriously, this joke isn’t funny”
Your father shook his head “Y/N, you don’t understand the seriousness of the situation. Tom is an expert, I’m sure he won’t annoy you with his presence”
“But daaaaaad” you beat your feet on the ground “I can’t have a bodyguard following me all the time. I have a reputation”
Tom couldn’t help chuckling at your childish behaviour.
You gave him a killing look “Do you find it funny?” you asked him, your hands on your waists.
“Honestly? Yes”, ‘I’m not payed enough for this job’ he thought.
“Well, first of all, before making comments you should change your clothes, you look like a lonely blues brother. Second of all, I can look after myself. I don’t need a bodyguard. I’m not a baby.”
“Tom, you don’t have to listen to her, it’s just a matter of tim-”
“Show me” Tom interrupted your father’s apologizes “Show me how you can look after yourself”
You snorted and frowned. With momentum, you tried to punch him but Tom is faster than you and dodged you.
“Don’t unbalance when you try to punch a guy. It’s the worst thing you can do” he explained.
“Thank you, Karate Kid” you snorted again “Now, with your permission. I go killing myself”
And with that, you dramatically least the room, leaving Tom completely perplex.
It was harder than he thought

I just want to thank you for reading it and I want to wish happy bday to @donttellpeterparker !!!


Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky remembers how he fell in love with Reader.

Word Count:1,499

Warnings: None

A/N: Autumn is the best, until you miss the smell of honeysuckle so bad that you include it in a fic… Italics are flashbacks :) Hope you will like this one.

Originally posted by totheendofthelinepal

Bucky sat on a hard pew with his arms crossed over his chest. He forced his mind to concentrate on his thoughts and remembered the first time he saw you.


“You’re gonna like her,” Steve told Bucky as he opened the door to the facility. “Don’t get fooled by her pretty face, she’s as dangerous as a snake.”

Bucky puffed out a laugh as he followed Steve into the kitchen. When Steve opened the door a thick, grey smoke billowed up from the stove. They couldn’t see much, but heard you cough. Steve swung the window open and the smoke gradually disappeared.

“Thanks,” You smiled, fanning your face with your hand. “Mixed up Celsius and Fahrenheit. Hey, you’re the new guy!” You beamed when you saw Bucky. “Wanna eat some burnt cake? I made it for you.” You snickered, pushing the evil-looking cake forward.

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Picture Perfect - Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester - Chapter 9

Title: Picture Perfect

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: Around 5k

Warnings: Angst

Prompt: I got it! Can you do a fic where Sam dies while (Y/N) is pregnant with his child and so Dean helps her raise the child and they live the apple pie life and right when Dean wants to propose to (Y/N), Sam returns to life & ANGST. Please and thank you

Special thank you to @gaveherhearttotheliontattoo for being an awesome beta!

Read: Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4 l Part 5 l Part 6 l Part 7 l Part 8

“I’m gonna have to talk with him.”

“No, (Y/n).” Sam breathed out seeing the expression on your face “No, please. I- I can talk with him, you don’t seem in the state to-”

“I’m in the perfect state, Sam.” you huffed, taking Mary from his arms, but you were more hurt about something else “I told him, I made it clear that he and Mary could not see each other and he-”

“Should just accept it? Gosh, (Y/n) do you even hear what you’re saying?” the anger was evident in his voice, hell frustration, but his expression and everything else showed how calm he was – for Mary obviously – and you averted your eyes, kissing your daughter’s forehead. You almost recoiled at his words. In all the years you’d been with Sam you had seen him angry and let down only a few times, and each of them you didn’t dare say a word as it made you realize the seriousness of the situation.

“This is Dean we’re talking about, my brother Dean. He’s the most stubborn man you’d meet in your entire life. He never goes down without a fight for what he wants and now with Mary- did you really think he was just going to let you keep him away from her like that? He was just too shocked, even if he didn’t admit it, and he was a wreck for hurting you so he did’t insist on it, but- he’s not going to stop wanting to see her.”

“I only want her to be happy.” you whispered, Sam’s words cutting you like a knife. Maybe you had been too heartbroken when you saw Dean was leaving, maybe too disappointed and angry at the same time and you couldn’t control your actions or words, and it all lead to you looking like the worst mother ever but it was the only thing that lessened the pain and that in your foggy mind had made sense.

“And I know that, I understand that- better than anyone, remember?” he whispered, getting closer as he palced a hand on the small back of your daughter who only looked between the two of you with a frown.

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Fragments - Part 2

Word Count: 6682

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence

A/N: Constructive feedback always welcome and appreciated. Unedited. All mistakes are mine. If you’d like to be tagged you can add yourself Here

Fragments Masterlist

Cas had managed to get details from the getaway driver for the people who took Sam. It wasn’t much but it was something to go on. You’d found out they were British and had just flown into the country the same night they took Sam. He also told you he drove them to a local veterinarian but didn’t know why. Dean was off checking the tail number of the plane. Cas was checking into the Vet. Mary and you were sitting at a table in a park outside of the Vet’s practice, waiting for him to show back up.

You weren’t speaking, opting to watch Mary. Everyone had been so worried about you and your memory issue then about Sam disappearing they hadn’t paid much attention to her and how she was adjusting. She was watching everyone, staring at the cell phones and the laptops. She looked just as lost as you felt. You didn’t remember your life, but you remembered what life was like. You remembered phones, computers, technology, how to use everything. All of that was still there. You couldn’t imagine how she felt, being dumped 33 years into the future with a dead husband and two grown sons.

“Are you ok? I know how I feel. It must be a lot for you to take in.” Mary turned to you, smiling sweetly and nodding her head just as Cas approached carrying coffees, passing one to each of you. “Thanks, Cas.”

“It’s how you like it.” Cas said, sitting in the chair next to yours. “Or how you used to like it.” You took a sip and hummed in satisfaction, earning a smile from Cas.

“This must be difficult for you.” Cas said, turning toward Mary, apparently picking up on the same thing you had. “I remember my first moments on Earth. It was jarring.”

“One word for it.” She laughed. “I grew up with hunters. I’ve heard of coming back from the dead…but to actually do it after 30 years…a lot’s changed.” She glanced around again, looking at everyone on their phones. “A lot.”

“Y/N what about you? Are you holding up ok?” Cas questioned. “I can’t really get a read on you. Then again…I guess I never really could.” He chuckled to himself, shaking his head. “You were always a mystery to me.”

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Best Dad Ever (Dean Winchester x Daughter!Reader Imagine)

Originally posted by daengerously-intaense

A/N: Pretty long I think, sorry! And don’t forget to go to my profile to see my fandom list and rules to request! Also very open for criticism to make my next one better! 😉👍 and let me know if there is any mistakes so I can fix them! Enjoy! 😊

Y/N ~ Your name

Best Dad Ever

~ Don’t really know what era to put this in, I’ll leave it to you! ~

Your P.O.V.

“Do you have your angel blade?”

“Yes dad! I always do.” I chuckled, gathering my stuff in my purse.

“I just wanna make sure you’re protected if something goes wrong.” My overprotective father, Dean said, leaning against the doorframe. “And has anything ever gone wrong?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at my father as I put my purse on.

“It could happen today.” Dean countered. “You better knock on wood old man.” I joked as I walked past my dad to the map room.

“Hey! I am not old because that means you’re old.”

“Does it? Does it really?”

“Well I’m not as old as Cas.” Dean said and Cas looked up from the lore book he was reading in the map room across from Uncle Sam.

“Hey.” Cas said and Sam chuckled. I smiled and wrapped my arms around Cas’ neck from behind. “True but we still love you Uncle Cas.” I said and kissed his cheek and he smiled and patted my arms. “Just remember to call or text every hour. Every hour or I will find you and ground you till you’re my age.” Dean said.

“You can’t ground me till I’m fifty.”

Sam howled with laughter.

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