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LOST PARAKEET

Hey guys, I found this posting on Craigslist and received permission from the owners to cross post this. 

If you or someone you know is in the Wichita, Kansas area, please be on the lookout for a lost parakeet.  12 year old “Charlie” escaped his travel box sometime yesterday (3/19) in the vicinity of Greenwich and Pawnee.  Coloring is gray with blue/pink chest and stomach (picture embedded)  No band. The wind yesterday was blowing south-southeast anywhere from 10 to 25 miles an hour, and today south-southeast at approximately 12 mph plus bursts.  Not sure where that would put him by now. 

Owners are distraught and offering 50 dollar reward but the bird is priceless to them.  His bondmate is extremely distressed, I was given permission to list the owners number for texting, so if anyone does happen to spot him, please notify Jay and Em at (316) 258-8193.  Please take a photograph, even if you can’t trap or coax him down, that will at least keep their hopes alive of getting him back.  Jay is disabled and Charlie is his therapeutic companion bird. 

If you don’t live near here, please reblog this in the hope of finding someone who is.  The desperation in Em’s messages is absolutely devastating, this bird is their precious baby.  If, like I do, you follow any fellow birblr you can get your hands on, you know there has been loss today.  Please help this couple hope there won’t be more.

She’s Mine

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics (claiming, knotting, the like), cursing, semi NSFW GIFS,  longgg as fuuuuuuuuuuccckkkkk but worth it (trust me)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Cas

A/N: Ok so this is my first time trying A/B/O dynamics… I had a very good fried of mine @emoryhemsworth​ Beta this for me and she did an awesome job! So shout out to her!!

Also @kittenofdoomage​ I hope your proud!! I’ve been inspired by your A/B/O pieces for a while and I hope you enjoy this piece, you are a legend!!!


Originally posted by frozen-delight


It was a hot day in Lebanon, Kansas. Dean was working on Baby and Sam was relaxing in the library, brushing up on his ancient languages, while you were recovering from a rough surgery. A Djinn that you and the boys were hunting had taken a big swing at you in a barn, the force so great that it threw you through the second story window. You landed not so gracefully in a bale of hay, essentially breaking your collarbone, a arm, a leg (in three glorious places), and shattering 4 ribs, puncturing some internal organs in the process. One 12 hour surgery, a week in the hospital, and a shit ton of Dolerite and codeine later, you were finally able to go home.

There was only one problem. Because of the fact that you’re on blood thinners, any type of hormonal medication had to be stopped… including your suppressants and birth control. You’d been taking them since you’d presented as an Omega at 17. The world was (and still is) dangerous for a Omega, especially an Omega that lives with not one, but two Alphas.

The doctors asked you privately if you were a Alpha, Beta, or Omega. When you told them that you are were an Omega, they were surprised as you lived with two Alphas and neither had claimed you. You explained that both of the boys had assumed that you were a Beta, because your scent wasn’t that strong.

The doctors asked you if there was anywhere else you could stay, possibly with Betas. You had nowhere else to go though. Your family had died long ago, Donna and Jody lived states away, and, well… Garth had the oddest crush on you so that was a no-go.

Luckily your heat wasn’t due for a while, because you had been on birth control and suppressants for so long. Sam would find a case a few days before you would be due for one, and they’d both go on a week-long trip. When your heat would come, you’d call a Beta to help you out. This went on for a few months before your incident with the Djinn.

On the third month of recovery, the doctors cut off your casts. You didn’t tell them, but Cas had been checking in on you and healing you periodically. However, because you had internal stitches in very important organs and your injuries were still healing, you still had to lay off of suppressants for a bit to prevent residual bleeding from your organs. Specifically, a whole month.

Like every other month, Sam and Dean were on a hunt when your heat hit. You called your Beta and he said that he was sorry, but he had found another Beta and they’d started dating. You were happy for him, but at the same time you were stuck. Yeah, you could move fine and all, but you were worried. How were you going to find a willing Beta to help you through it, especially in a small town like Lebanon?

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anonymous asked:

Thank you so much for taking on my painting prompt! I absolutely adore the fic. Your writing leaves me feeling warm and loved. Would you ever write some ust fluff for Arcadia? Or another circumstance where they have to share a bed?

I’m so happy you liked the painting fic, anon! I hope you like this one, too. It’s pretty short and not set in Arcadia, but in Rain King. Not as fluffy as I would have liked. Blame this hellish day. 

Tagging @today-in-fic and @fictober

“Ouch, Scully!” The mattress moves as Mulder turns around again - or tries to anyway. She can’t see him very well; nights in Kroner, Kansas are dark and they switched off the light 20 minutes ago when this whole trying to get comfortable in a twin bed with your work partner game started. It’s not as much fun as it sounds.

“Have you never slept with anyone before?“ He rubs some part of his body. His head, she hopes, where her elbow just connected. He’s big pile of warm Mulder, smelling minty fresh and like fresh linen. She didn’t mean to hurt him. There’s just not enough space in here. Or they’re both not good at sharing.

"Excuse me?” Scully would raise an eyebrow at him if only he could see her face. He moves again, his body slides against her, before he huffs and falls quiet. For a short, blissful moment anyway. 

“I know you had sex before, Scully. But when was the last time you slept next to someone?” His arm shoots out and lands painfully against her hipbone. 

“I could ask you the same.” Lifting his arm away from her body proves harder than she would have thought. 

“Last year.” He answers not realizing it was a rhetorical question. Scully gasps; she doesn’t mean to, of course. Who he sleeps with is none of her business. She doesn’t care. Not at all. Not. One. Tiny. Bit. Really.

“I didn’t know you were seeing anyone.” The words slip out before she can stop them. Sheets rustle and Mulder is on the move again.

“It was you, Scully.”

“We didn’t sleep together, Mulder.” Clearly she would remember that.  

“Well, I slept. The mothman case, Scully.” Oh that. 

“Doesn’t count. There was no bed.” And she didn’t sleep anyway. She hopes he can’t hear her relief now; there’s no other woman.

“Hm, still last year, though." But does he ever shut up?

"Oh?”

“That was you, too,” he sounds proud but she has to interrupt him.

“In your dreams, Mulder.” He shakes his head, she feels it, and leans closer.

“It happened, Scully. It was that time when I picked you up after chemo.” One time. Her mother was out of town, Scully had told her to go, assuring her that she would be fine. And then it was bad. Really, really bad. The worst. Not knowing what else to do, helpless with pain and exhaustion, she called Mulder. Memories of that night are hazy at best. They never talked about it ever again, life catching up with them.

“I put you to bed after… you weren’t feeling well so I put you to bed. I wasn’t sure I could leave you alone because…” he clears his throat and Scully swallows hard, “so I stayed.”

“You were next to me the whole time?” Another nod, no words. His body moves again, trying to get closer or further away in this limited space. 

“Thank you.” She says, barely above a whisper, a rustle against the pillow. Maybe Mulder hasn’t even heard her. He’s restless, impatiently searching for the perfect position. Another sigh as he finds it or simply gives up.

“You’re welcome.” He mumbles, sighs. So he has heard her.

“Are you comfortable now?”

“The bed is too small for two people, Scully. Can you sing for me again? That helped last time.”

“No, Mulder. I’m tired and I really want to sleep.” She yawns to get her point across. 

“Fine. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” Scully closes her eyes, relaxes her breathing, and finds that she can’t fall asleep after all. Because of Mulder. He is awake; his uneven breathing gives him away.

“How did you fall asleep when we were - when we shared the bed that night?” The question doesn’t come easily; she doesn’t like to think about that time. The pain and the anguish. But she wishes she remembered this; sleeping next to Mulder, knowing he was looking out for her. 

“I didn’t. I needed to stay awake in case you got sick again or needed something. I didn’t sleep, Scully. You did, though. I remember how peaceful you looked. I could almost… almost convince myself that you were really fine. I knew you weren’t. But you wanted me to believe so I pretended I did.” Tears prick Scully’s eyes. She is not going to cry. She wants to go back to his jokes and innuendoes, his helpless tossing and turning like a seal on land. Her hand reaches out blindly searching for his. When she finds it, she squeezes it softly. 

“Let’s try to sleep now, Mulder.” She whispers.

“I can’t promise anything.” He whispers back. “Who knows when I next get lucky?” There he is again, Scully smiles into the darkness; her perfectly hilarious Mulder. 

“Hm, I don’t know, Mulder. If you prove to be a nice snuggle bunny who can be quiet…” she trails off, letting him fill in the gaps. He’s not really good at it, she knows, but one day he’ll get it, follow her lead, and she’ll be right here.

“Snuggle bunny?”

“Silent snuggle bunny.” She waits for more, a comment, anything, but Mulder remains quiet this time. Sleep tugs at her, finally, and Scully falls asleep with a smile on her face.

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T H E   S A I L O R   P A L A D I N S [10.22.2017]

After over a year of working on them, I can finally say they’re done. It’s been a long, on and off process, but I finally decided it was Time. And here they are!

A lot has happened since I started this piece. Three seasons, in fact. There have been several moments where I wanted to quit because other people started posting their own versions (and I’m an easily discouraged person whoops), but I was attached, and here we are. Hope you guys like it! :)

This will be sold as an 11x17 print at Kansas City Comic Con here in a few weeks (November 10-12, 2017), so if you happen to see it, come say hi to me!

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When you least expect it - Masterpost.

Pairing: SPN AU Mechanic!Dean x reader (lots of spn characters used)

Preview: Y/N Mills moves to a small town in Kansas with the help of her best friend from college Sam Winchester. She moves to get away from her controling, cheating ex boyfriend Lucifer but one day she mets Dean. Sometimes love happens When we least expect it.  

A/N: This story is an emotional rollercoaster. It gets pretty dark at some point but it is not just angsty. If is also fluffy and smutty. I hope you will like it. Bit’s of it is losely based on the *SPOILER ALERT* movie The disappearance of Eleanor Rigby but alot of it is also just out of my twisted imagination ;) Enjoy. 

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

Status: COMPLETED!

Part 1: Breaking Bad

Part 2: Better Than Yourself

Part 3: Whatever it is

Part 4: Wasted Light

Part 5: Falling Slowly 

Part 6: Family Matters 

Part 7 - No one like you

Part 8 - Perfect in your eyes 

Part 9 - Just one wish  

Part 10 - The love we shared (thanks to @blacktithe7 for betaing for me on this one!)

Part 11 - Wouldn’t it be nice  

Part 12 -  Better in time 

Part 13 - Before Sunset (again thanks to @blacktithe7 for helping me get Sammy right in this one!)

Part 14 - Let her go 

Part 15 - Something’s got to give 

Part 16 - Just give me a reason 

Part 17 - Bump in the road 

Part 18 - You and Me 

Part 19 - Wildflower 

THE END!!

Cliché Love Song - Part 1

Parring: Dean Wincheser X Reader

Word: 712

Warnings: No

Summary: Dean wants to impress his parents and his brother who has everything, and makes his friend pretend to be his girlfriend. It’s all fun, until Dean starts to falls in love with you

A/N: This is mostly introduction. I will do a Jefferson serie, i just wanted to do this now, but don’t worry, you don’t have to wait for this to finish. Tell me what you thought!

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Father Time -Pt.1

Request by Anon: Imagine Dean and the readers future daughter got stuck in their present because of a case and meets their parents but they aren’t together now yet.

DEAN X READER , Jody, Sam, Cas. 

Summary: 7 Years in the future you and Dean have a four year old Daughter. A hunt goes awry, and she gets sent beck to the present time. You and Dean have to come to terms with it as you try to find out how to get her back to her time. 

Y/D/N = Your Daughter’s Name

Y/H/C = Your Hair Color

A/N: I didn’t know whether to make it so that their daughter didn’t know it was them when she met them or not. I did it this way because I loved the idea of the confusion that everyone is met with. I hope you like it!

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*Lebanon, Kansas - 7 years in the future.*

Sam came busting through the door. “Y/N, get Y/D/N out of here!” He yelled just before getting knocked out of the way. Something had followed him back from the hunt. You immediately sprinted back to your daughter’s room. You didn’t bother to grab anything but her, barely even waking her, before grabbing her and running towards the garage. 

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Neighbours [Hal Carter]

This is a fic for @bucky-plums-barnes‘s 8k follower challenge!! I love your blog, and you deserve all these followers! I hope you enjoy :)

Prompt: #51. “Get off the counter and put on some clothes!”

summary: Having Hal Carter as your neighbour can both be a blessing and a curse.

pairing: Hal Carter x Reader

warnings: Make out, implied smut and finally…*cap voice* LANGUAGE

word count: 935

a/n: This was so fun to write. I hope you like it :) And I have never written for Hal or seen Picnic before so please bear with me xD

permanent taglist: @harleyquinnandscarletwitch @buckyappreciationsociety @rda1989 @milleniumxhan @chuckennuggets1213

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but when you’re near me (i feel like i’m standing with an army)

read the fic by @derekpoindexter-williamnurse // listen on spotify

i. first time he kissed a boy // kadie elder ii. physical // st. lucia iii. someone new // hozier iv. monsters calling home //run river north v. changes // langhorne slim, the law vi. we don’t eat // james vincent mcmorrow vii. hope & sorrow // wilder adkins viii. carry on wayward son // kansas ix. beekeeper //keaton henson x. numb // max jury xi. jealous - bakermat remix //labrinth, bakermat xii. to new york // nick rubesh xiii. HIM // sam smith xiv. cringe - stripped // matt maeson
xv. i will be there // odessa xvi. glory // dermot kennedy xvii. we are the champions // queen xviii. gun song // the lumineers xix. welcome home, son // radical face xx. adore you // miley cyrus

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Never

Title: Never

Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader

Warning: Swearing

Word Count: 3051

Requested: Yes

Summary: In an attempt to cool things down between Dean and The Mark, Reader suggests that the boys take a simple low profile case. And soon, things take a turn for the worst.

Tags: @johnmurphys-sass, @lilyleely, @16wiishes

A/N: So, this was a requested imagine/one shot. I really hope you like it! Just a quick disclaimer, this is kind of set in season eleven and ten where Dean has The Mark. It doesn’t really follow any of the episodes. Also, I made up Gademan, Kansas, it’s not a real place. So, naturally, any other places mentioned in that town are also not real. Anyway, if you have anything else you’d like to see, please just send me a quick message in my ask box. Enjoy!

Originally posted by morarossi

Reader

It’s true what they say. In those final moments, the world flashes by. In merely seconds, you witness it all. Your first kiss to your last, all the friends you’ve made and the few that stayed, all the family that turned a blind eye when you were drowning and all the family you turned a blind eye to when they were drowning, all the laughter and tears that soon infused together, all the hope you had and now lost forever, and all the pain you endured from your very first moments to your very last.

But even through all that, he was the only thing you truly wanted to see. Because he was all that mattered.

“I didn’t mean to.” he rasped, face bloody as he leaned over you. Cradling your head in his lap, he let an endless stream of tears fall as he repeated, “I didn’t mean to.”

Staggering for air, you watched as each tear hit your cheeks, mixing with yours. Your weak hands intertwined with one of his and held your stomach tightly in an effort to slow down the leaking force ready to tear you away from him. You opened your mouth, ready to comfort him, to forgive him, but your words trailed off.

And there echoed only one word, “Dean,”

Gademan, Kansas - Fifteen Hours Earlier

The blinding sun shined down on two stiff bodies. They lied, bent out of shape and tinted blue from loss of blood, deep behind the tall yellow grass of Territ Fields. Surrounding them were countless police officers and neon yellow tape stopping all friends and family from interrupting the case.

Shutting off the roaring engine, you all hopped out of the car dress in your clean suits. Dean slightly tugged at his tie; he always hated wearing that thing. You, after flattening out your grey pencil skirt, lightly grabbed his elbow.

He stopped in his tracks and turned to you, slightly concerned, as Sam continued to make his way to the crime scene. You gave your boyfriend a small smile then lightly tighten his tie, fixing it in place.

“I hate this thing.” he muttered, tilting his head up a bit while you straightened out his collar.

Running your hands down his chest to dust off his jacket, you mumbled, “I know,”

“Agents,” Sam called on the other side of the yellow tape. He stood beside a hesitant officer that was carefully watching you and Dean.

The both of you quickly moved towards Sam and flashed your badges to the officer.  After granting you access, you began to circulate the two bodies, looking for clues, as the boys talked to the lead detective.

Each lifeless body had two bite marks on the sides of their necks, just as you suspected. You looked up to Dean, catching his eye, and mouthed, “Vamps,”

He nodded, and turned whispering to Sam as the detective continued to brief them about the case.

You turned back to the bodies. They were two young boys. One was a redhead, and quite buff. There other had black hair and though he wasn’t as built as the other, he still held a strong frame. Then, a detail you somehow managed to look over, your eye caught the boys’ bright blue and white jackets. Varsity jackets, or more specifically, sorority jackets - based on the greek lettered badge. You quickly pulled out your phone and snapped a picture of  one of  the badges before getting up from your crouched position.

You, then, made your way over to Sam and Dean. Just as you arrived, the detective left. “You owe me five bucks.” you smirked at Sam as he rolled his eyes and dug into his pocket.

“Lucky guess.” he grumbled, handing the crisp five dollar bill.

You gave him a proud, gloating smile. “So, what did you find out?”

“Not much,” Dean sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. You and Sam shared a quick weary look as Dean continued, “They got an anonymous call around five in the morning. They came and found them dead, not a drop of blood to be found anywhere.”

You nodded, your hand finding it’s way to his. “They’re college kids.” you added. “I got a picture of some sorority seal.” You took out your phone and showed them the seal.

Sam immediately began making his way to the car. “I’ll go find out if there are any colleges near here.” he said, leaving you and Dean to follow behind him.

“How are you feeling?” you asked once Sam was far enough away.

Dean shrugged. “I’m fine.” he brushed off, letting go of your hand and picking up his pace.

You exasperatedly sighed even though you were quite used to Dean pushing you away. In the daylight, he’d hold a straight face. But, once the night fell, he’d break down, pulling you closer into his chest.

Either way, you shook off another one of his many rejections and decided to change the subject. “I hate vamps.” you groaned, pulling your hair out of the tight bun it was in.

“Well, this was your idea.” Dean reminded as he started the car. “You practically begged us to take this case.”

The only reason you begged was to get their minds off Crowley and his demons. And since Dean was having such a hard time controlling the call of  The Mark, you thought it might be a bit easier for him to go on a killing frenzy on monsters that deserve it, rather than an innocent.

You nodded, shaking out your hair with your hand. “Yeah, that’s because I hate them so much.” you lied, though you knew he’d see right through it.

Dean, pulling out of the field, rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure that’s the reason.”

“Gademan University,” Sam suddenly interjected.

You slightly jumped forgetting about his presence in the car. A hand found it’s way on your thigh, and you looked up to find Dean smirking at you. He winked, gave your leg a quick squeeze, then turned back to the road. Suddenly, the lingering sting of  pain from his dismissal disappeared.

“Can I see that seal again, (Y/N)?” Sam asked from his seat in the back. Since you started dating Dean, Sam learned the hard way that the front seat was always reserved for you, whether he called it or not.

You nodded, taking out your phone. “Here,” you passed the phone back to him.

Dean’s eyes momentarily flickered back to the rear view mirror, and he snorted, “Nerd,”

You rolled your eyes and lightly smacked his shoulder with the back of your hand. “Stop,” you disparaged. You turned back to Sam, and lowly admitted,  “But he’s right.”

Sam sighed heavily as he gave you an irritated stare. “You guys are so annoying.” he muttered as he typed away on his laptop.

You let out a small laugh, turning back in your seat. The car suddenly took a sharp turn onto oncoming traffic. Your head snapped to the right and as the head light came closer and closer you felt your soul slowly escape your body. You held onto your seat and screwed your eyes shut, ready for the impact, but it never came.

You opened them to find yourself beside a gas pump. You were at a gas station. You turned to face Dean, shocked and rather angry.

He didn’t seem fazed by any of it. In fact, he didn’t even notice your hard glare. He just hopped out of the car, mumbling, “Anyone want anything?”

You turned to look at Sam. He held a similar expression, confused, and surprised. Your eyes flickered back to Dean.

He raised his eyebrows up at you, still waiting for an answer. “Well?”

You let out a shaky breath, and shook your head. “No,” you whispered.

“Sam?” Dean asked, slightly bending down to look at his brother.

Sam shook his head, still just as baffled as you. Shrugging, Dean slammed the door and rounded the car.

You turned to Sam. “He has no idea.” you spoke lowly, afraid he’d hear you through the windows as he filled up the car.

“He can’t go to the nest with us.” Sam replied in the same tone.

You shook your head. “What? That might be the one thing he needs.”

Sam furrowed his eyebrows at you. “What the hell gives you that idea? (Y/N),  he needs rest.”

“Do you honestly think he’s going to go for that?” you hissed. “If we lock him up in that motel room, he’d find a way out and to that nest before we do. It’s better if he’s with us. We can keep an eye on him.”

Sighing, Sam hesitantly nodded. “Fine. But, how long do you think it’s gonna last before he figures out we’re basically babysitting him?”

“He’s-” you cut yourself off  as the car door opened, and Dean hopped back in.

He looked between you and his brother, then shut the door. “Find anything?” he asked, starting the engine.

“No.”

“Yes.”

The two answers left both of your lips simultaneously. Your eyes darted to the back seat confused. You quickly changed your answer  just as Sam did.

“Yes,”

“No,”

Dean’s green eyes flickered between the two of you. “What the hell is going on?” he questioned, turning the engine off.

You gulped, and turned to Sam. “There’s a party tonight at the sorority. I just found it here,” Sam explained, turning the laptop around to show you and Dean.

Dean turned to you. “So, you don’t wanna go?” he asked you.

You shook your head. “I hate sorority girls.” you lied.

Dean gave you a careful look. You were sure he’d seen through your lie, though he played along anyway. “You should come anyways.” he shrugged, starting the car again.

You nodded, mumbling, “Fine.”

As Dean drove out of the station, looking both ways before getting back on the road, you sent a cautious look towards Sam.  And as he returned it, you both just knew, Dean already knew what you two were up to.

The only question was, why wasn’t he doing anything about it?

“Ugh,” you groaned as you got out of the car. You shoved your silver gun behind you in the waistband of your black skinny jeans. “I really do hate sororities.”

Dean messed up his hair a bit as he stood beside you. “They aren’t that bad.”

Sam laughed, walking a few ways before the two of  you. “That’s cause you’ve slept with half of the girls.”

Your head snapped to Dean. He quickly gave Sam an angry glare before giving you a guilty smile. “Just barely half.” he defended with a nervous chuckle.

You rolled your eyes, humming an unconvinced, “Mmhm.” Ignoring his attempts to call you back, you walked ahead of them towards the door.

The closer you got the door, the louder the muffled music became. You opened the door and entered, not bothering to knock.

To say it was loud was an understatement. There were people chanting names as others chugged down their cups of beer. And while others danced, some people chanted, laughed and threw out dares to one another.

“I’m the king of the world!” a voice called from the living room. You walked farther into the room and turned around to find some drunk guy with a baby blue bed sheet tied around his neck as a cape. He stood at the top of the banister over the ledge with a long rope tied to the end of the banister and the tree outside the window located downstairs. And, with a clothing hanger through the rope, the boy held on tight and started to count down.

“Three,” he started.

“Two,” everyone joined in.

“One,” And, with that,  he propelled himself forward.

He didn’t reached two inches forward before the rope snapped and he was going down.

The room fell silent as he thumped to the ground. Suddenly,  Dean was beside you looking for the drunk kid.

“Yeah!” the kid shouted, shooting up from the floor.

The room erupted in a loud cheer, Dean included. You turned to look at him, fighting back a smile. He turned to you, laughing. “That kid’s crazy!” he shouted over the cheers.

You nodded, glad his mind was off that cursed mark, as the room chanted his name, “Doug! Doug! Doug!”

Turning back to the kid, you found him talking to Sam. For once, you found the serious, nerdy Sam actually enjoying himself. It was pretty odd, if you were being honest.

You watched as their happy expressions switched to solemn ones for a few moments. Once their conversation was done, Sam made his was over to where you and Dean were standing.

“Hey,” a guy said, sneaking his hand around your waist. Your eyes flickered from him to an annoyed Dean. “Can I get you a drink?” he asked.

Just as you were about to politely decline, Dean tore the boy’s hand off  you and placed his hand there instead. He pulled you closer to him, glaring at the boy. “She’s fine.” he growled, scaring the guy away.

You gave Dean a knowing smirk as he whispered in your ear, “I’m starting to see what you mean.”

“The Far House.” Sam yelled the moment he reached you, interrupting your conversation. “That’s what they call it anyways.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, confused. “What’s that?”

“It’s an abandoned barn these kids go to… to be alone. It’s about twenty minutes from here.” he explained. “And guess the fastest way to get there?”

“Territ Fields.” Dean answered. “Let’s get the machetes and kill some sons of bitches.”

The three of you quickly went back to the car, grabbed your weapons, then cut through the backyard and down the street. Just off the road was a woody trail that soon bordered the long, weedy field. You cut through it, the old red barn slowly coming into view.

“Don’t they usually nest in warehouses?” you asked.

Sam shrugged. “Maybe their trying to throw us off their scent.”

Dean scoffed. “Those suckers aren’t smart enough to think through that. They’re stupid enough to leave those bodies behind.”

You knitted your brows together. Maybe Dean was onto something.

“Okay, we need a plan.” Sam stated, stopping just a few paces from the door.

And while you stopped beside Sam, Dean continued towards the door, “I have one.” he replied. “Don’t die.”

“Cause that’s worked before.” you sarcastically muttered, following behind him.

However, before you and Sam could get to the door, you already heard a loud high pitched scream. You ran in, finding some girl’s head rolling on the floor and Dean slowly moving deeper into the barn. She couldn’t have looked anything over twenty. You crouched down to examine her face as Sam hurried behind Dean.

Her lips were perfectly glossed, hair - besides the fact it was now stained with blood - was perfectly done, and her lashes - though her eyes were dull and lifeless - were perfectly curled and coated.

A sorority girl.

It all suddenly made sense. They were inexperienced, they didn’t know what to do with the bodies, they couldn’t control their urges. They were the ones that called the cops.  

Another scream was cut short followed by a few grunts and hisses. You immediately shot up from you place and ran towards the noise.

As Sam was trying to fight off  a buff sorority kid, Dean was swinging his machete around, not missing a single head.

“Dean, stop!” you shouted. “They’re just kids.”

He ignored you as the blood splattered across his face. You knew it was risky, knew what could happen. Yet, you did it anyways.

You ran towards him and grabbed his right arm. The arm holding the machete, the arm that just cut off the last vamp’s head. Caught in his bloodlust, he tore his arm away, the sword slicing through your abdomen.

A raspy breath escaped your lips as the pain cut through you. You stumbled back, eyes wide and watery. The darkness that once consumed him, disappeared the moment he caught the agony that cried from you eyes.

“(Y/N),” he whispered.

You tripped over your own feet and he lunged towards you. He caught you just before you hit the ground. “I didn’t mean to.” he rasped, face bloody as he leaned over you. Cradling your head in his lap, he let an endless stream of tears fall as he repeated, “I didn’t mean to.”

Staggering for air, you watched as each tear hit your cheeks, mixing with yours. Your weak hands intertwined with one of his and held your stomach tightly in an effort to slow down the leaking force ready to tear you away from him. You opened your mouth, ready to comfort him, to forgive him, but your words trailed off.

And there echoed only one word, “Dean,”

It was blurry. The moment you opened your eyes, it was blurry. It took you a while to blink your vision back to normal. Yet, all you could see was white. You got up, but a sharp ache from your gut stopped you. You groaned at the pain before attempting to sit up again, this time slower.

Then it all sunk in. You were in a hospital bed, with Sam sleeping in a chair near the corner. Memories of why you were here flooded back to you. The party, the vamps… Dean.

“I’m sorry,” a hoarse voice suddenly came from the doorway.

You snapped you head towards it and found Dean puffy eyed and red. Shaking your head, you mumbled,  “It was my fault.”

Dean violently shook his head, making his way to you. “No, I-”

“I was the one that begged you to take this stupid case, and told Sam that you needed this. It’s my fault.” you cut him off. “I don’t blame you for any of it. Now, please, stop blaming yourself.”

Dean opened his mouth to argue, but shut it once you gave him a pointed look. Hesitantly, he nodded and sat down on the bed beside you. He held your hand up to his chapped lips and gave it a quick peck.

“Don’t leave,” he whispered as the tears resurfaced. “You can’t leave.”

You nodded as your eyes watered. “Never,”

Our little Family. Part 3

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester, Sammy (8), Charlotte (4), Sophia (4) Winchester (kids), Amy Martin (14)

Length: ~ 3500 words

Warnings: angst, teenage rebellion, tiny bit of fluff, cliffghanger (sorry)

Summary: You and the Winchesters got out of the hunting life a few years ago when your first son Sammy was born. You and Dean got married and bought a house in Kansas, leaving the bunker behind. Your little family expanded when your twins Sophia and Charlotte were born. What happens when a mysterious girl knocks on your door one night and demands Dean Winchester?

A/N: So, this is part three of my little series. Hope you enjoy reading it. As you can see, English is not my native language. So please forgive me my grammar and spelling mistakes. Critique is always welcome though. Sorry for posting so late. I hope you like it. <3. Enjoy!

Heres Part one and Part two 

Originally posted by deangifsdaily

 

“6 MONTHS?”

“I’m sorry Y/N. My friend who works at the pathological institute said they’ll try to do the test faster but the police showers them with DNA tests. He told me 6 months is a short time. Others have to wait more than a year until they’ll get their results.” Sam tried to defend his friend, sipping on his kale smoothie. It was already 7 am and you had to prepare breakfast before the little grasshoppers were awake.

“But we can’t wait 6 months for the paternity test results. What should we do until then? What if she’s not his daughter? What if this is just a big mistake? She doesn’t even look like him.” You thought about her dark black hair, her tanned skin and her blue eyes.

Sam just rolled his eyes. “You know how genetics work Y/N. Don’t be irrational now.” You knew you were defeated, but you couldn’t help yourself, but think about the consequences of this situation

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#91: “Tell me you need me.” – BARON CORBIN

Here’s a drabble request from the Prompt Challenge. Thanks to the anon who submitted the request. I hope you like it!

TAGGING: @monsteramongmen-tamer @wildandfreepinkv0dka @hardcorewwetrash @imagineall-the-fandoms @alexispoo @nickysmum1909 @mandazord @panda-girl1999


You were laying in the king size bed in the home you shared with Baron. You were on your side, facing away from Baron, with the covers pulled up over you. It was the end of October and it was starting to get cold in the Kansas City suburb you lived in. You wanted to curl up next to him to get some of his body heat to be warm.

But Baron wasn’t big on cuddling. So you didn’t pressure him. But sometimes, you wished that he would show you how much you mean to him. Just every now and then you wished he would put his arms around you and hold you and tell you how much he loves you.

“You don’t have to lay so far away.” You heard him say.

You rolled onto your back and looked over at him. “I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” You said.

“You won’t make me uncomfortable.” He said.

He held his arm out and you scooted closer to him. You laid your head on his chest and he wrapped his arm around you and rested his hand on your hip.

“Better?” He asked.

“Yeah…hey, Baron?” You asked softly.

“Hmm?”

“Do you love me?” You asked.

“Yeah. I love you, babe. Why would you say something like that?” He asked as he propped his head up on his hand so he could look down.

“It’s just…you, you never-“

“I never what?” He asked.

“You don’t really say it. You don’t say I love you a lot. You don’t tell me you need me. Sometimes…sometimes, I just need you to tell me you need me or you to tell me how you feel about me.” You said.

You saw his eyebrows knit together as he looked at you. His face was a mix of sadness and something else you couldn’t quite put into words.

“I love you. So much. And I’m sorry I don’t say you it enough.” He said. “I love you. I need you. I wouldn’t know what to do without you.”

He reached down and brushed some hair off your face before he leaned down and pressed his lips to your forehead.

“I’m sorry, babe. I need to say it more. But I love you. You’re it for me.” He said.

Your lips curved into a smile as you looked up at him.

“I love you.” You said as you looked up at him.

“I love you!” He said.

He laid back on his back and pulled you into him. You laid your head on his chest and put your arm over his stomach.  He leaned his head against yours and you immediately had a warm feeling rush over to you.

Not Now, Not Ever Pt.2

Warnings: Blood, kinda gorey, feels/ANGST. 

Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, John Winchester (mentioned), Sister Reader.

Summary: Sam and Dean have a bad fight with the Sister Reader, the sister gets taken and is tortured.

Readers age: teen age

Word Count: 1,459

Y/N= your name

E/C= eye colour

H/C= hair colour

Not Now, Not Ever PT.1


The boys just stood there. Not being able to believe that their baby sister was gone. Weak at the thought of losing you, Sam fell to his knees eyes drenched with tears. Dean kept on standing though, trying to seem strong for his brother but his eyes were glassy. Dean noticed that Sam was murmuring something under his breath. Although they had put you through terrible things, they never wanted you to get hurt. Not now, not ever.

“What’re you saying Sammy?” He asked to his weeping brother. Sam kept on murmuring, his voice slightly raising. “Sammy I can’t understand what your saying” Dean said to his young brother.

“Shape shifter.” Sam croaked, as he looked at his big brother. “It was a shape shifter, that’s what took her.” He repeated and looked down again, he stopped crying as he had no more tears to let out.

“How do you know?” Dean asked sweetly, but you could hear the pain and worry etched with every word. Sam didn’t say anything, just raised his hand to show his brother a stick piece of skin that was dripping with blood. You had clearly ripped it off while fighting it.

As soon as Dean saw what he as holding he began to run to the library followed closely by his brother, to try and find you.

*Your POV*

You didn’t know where you were. The last thing you remember was running to your room after fighting with your brothers, then blackness. Your eyes are covered but you knew you were tied up to a chair, as it was hard and your arms were tied up tightly. Suddenly the thing that was covering your eyes was ripped off to reveal where you were. You were in a small motel room, it had a queen sized bed with covers that matched the thick curtains, and a carpet that had a dingy smell to it.

“Well, well, well. the little Winchester is finally awake!” A female voice said, the voice seemed to be coming from behind.

“Oh, did you think I’d want to miss out from all the fun?” You asked trying to contain your fear and replace it with sarcasm. You heard shifting noises, as the thing from where the voice was coming from moved to be in front of you.

It was, in fact a woman. She was quite attractive if you said so yourself. She was an average height, about 5,5 if you had to guess. She had dark brown curly hair, that reached up to her lower back. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of honey, chestnut. She laughed a little hearing your sarcastic remark, there was something about her that seemed so sweet, like you could just hug her then and there.

“You’re a funny one, aren’t you?” She said smiling, as she turned away from you and began walking to the tiny kitchen. She returned seconds later with a big knife in her hand.

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Air Conditioning

Characters/Pairing: Sam x Reader (especially for Beka)

Word Count: 572

Warnings: None! 

A/N: Thanks again to my love, @impala-dreamer, for submitting another gif for my 250 followers gif drabble celebration. Her man, Sam, this time! Thanks, Beka, for tempting this die hard Dean!girl with that sexy man. Yeah, that didn’t give me a crisis at all…. (I’m completely lying. It did and I can’t stop staring). I hope y’all like it! Rules are here if you would like to play along!

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The Intern--Chapter 4

Here is the next chapter. We get a little more background information of life in Kansas. I’m excited for where this series is going. I hope you guys enjoy it too. Let me know what y’all think! Thank you so much for reading my work! And let me know if you would like to be tagged in future chapters.

Chapter 1 2 3

Tag Requests: @locke-writes @mrschiltoncat @xemopeachx @redvolpe @kjs-s


The next couple weeks after the flowers incident, things began to run smoothly. You got along with everyone in the office and were fitting in well. Your professors had been right when they told you Barba was ruthless. But you preferred it that way. Once he got started on something, he was passionate about fighting through to the end. Not many people showed that kind of passion anymore so it was refreshing. Especially since you felt just as passionate.

The other plus about seeing Barba so invested in the cases was that you also became invested. So all of the initial bumbling school girl crush feelings had died down. You still went on your occasional rambling sessions, but Barba seemed genuinely interested when you did. He was very easy to talk to but sometimes you got a little off topic because of that.

“I feel like you have story about everything.”

“Oh, I’m sorry Barba. If I’m talking too much just tell me to hush up. Sometimes I forget. My mama always told me it was just because I liked to hear the sound of my own voice. But that’s just not true. I ju—I’m doing it again.” You laughed at yourself.

“No it’s alright Y/N. I meant that in a good way. People that are from here don’t share more than they are asked. They say as little as possible. It’s refreshing to actually be around people who enjoy having a conversation.”

“That’s me. Some of the stories I could tell about back home. Oh goodness. The people from around here would never believe them.” Your phone buzzed and you looked down to see your mom calling. “Speaking of back home, this is my mama now.”

“Go ahead and take it. I think we’re done for the night anyway. I’ll just pack my things and then wait for you so we can take a cab back to the apartments.”

“Thanks.” You turned and answered the FaceTime. “Hi mama!”

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Once Upon A December

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Request- Hi could you write a fic based on the song Once upon a December from Anastasia- Like the reader somehow got separated from her brothers and lost her memory as well. One day she goes to this town and well she gets small feeling of deja vu, and vague flashbacks when she sees a certain black car (*cough* the impala *cough*) You can take it from there… sorry it’s long and discriptive 

Word Count-561

(Y/I)= Your initial (but the first letter)

Link to song  Masterlist  Prompt list 

Tag- @evyiione

A/n- This is my first song fic so I hope you enjoy it anon :) Also guys I’m finally back after a mini break look out for more requests and ‘That Boy Is A Monster’ soon! <3

As you stepped outside of your car you locked it and took in the scenery around you. You decided you wanted a change of scenery and Kansas sounded like the perfect place. However as you went to get your bags out of your car you saw a black Chevy impala.

Dancing bears, painted wings
Things I almost remember
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December

Two men got out of the car. One tall and one short. Suddenly you felt your stomach flip. Why did you recognise the car? Why did you recognise the men.
“Let’s just go to a bar and figure this stuff out later Sammy.” One of the men said in a gruff voice. Sammy? Why did that name and voice sound familiar to you?

“Yeah sounds like a plan.” The other man, Sammy, says before patting his pockets. “Dean you have money right?”

“Of course I…no I don’t.” The man named Dean says sighing and throwing his head back.

Someone holds me safe and warm
Horses prance through a silver storm
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory

The Deja vu feeling was getting stronger and stronger. Closing your eyes and breathing calmly you tried to scan your brain for any ideas on who Sam and Dean were.

Far away, long ago
Glowing dim as an ember
Things my heart used to know
Once upon a December

You didn’t realise while your eyes were shut Sam and Dean walked over.
Sam placed a hand on your shoulder causing you to jump and loose your balance. Luckily he caught you. “Are you okay Miss? “He asked with clear concern.

Someone holds me safe and warm
Horses prance through a silver storm
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory

Why were these men so familiar to you? And why did you feel so safe and not freaked out in Sam’s arms?
“Yeah yeah I’m fine thanks.” You say as Sam let you go.

“I’m sorry but have we…”

“Ever met?” You finished Dean’s sentence.

“Yeah.” He says matching his brothers confused facial expression.

Far away, long ago
Glowing dim as an ember
Things my heart used to know
Things it yearns to remember

“May I please look at your car?” You asked, and Dean tensed up.

“If you think it could help please have a look.” Sam says before Dean could say no.
Carefully you walked to the car and lightly touched the paint work. Bending down to look in the window you saw three toy soldiers. But there were two men?
Turning back to look at them you smiled and carried on looking at the car. You saw carved initials of S.W and D.W. But looking closer you saw the initials of (Y/I).W.

“Are you both brothers?” You asked turning to look at them.

“Yeah Sam and Dean Winchester.” Sam says scratching the back of his head and looking around. Almost like he was scared to say their names out loud. As he said that your heart dropped.

Both brothers tilted their head and Dean stepped forward.“Are you okay Miss? You’ve gone really pale.”

That’s why you’ve heard the names before. Taking a deep breath you also stepped forward towards the brothers…

And a song someone sings
Once upon a December

“My name is (Y/n). (Y/n) Winchester.”

Saving Lives (11) Secrets

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Series Summary: You’re a general surgeon in the Kansas General Hospital. Everything goes great, you’re incredible at your job, but the thing that you lack are friends. It changes when a new surgeon, Sam Winchester, shows up at the hospital.

Word Count: 2633

Characters: Dean Winchester, Jo Harvelle

Pairing: Doctor!Sam x Doctor!Reader

Warnings/Tags: fluff, medical language, talk of seizures, langauge

Unbeta’d so all the mistakes are mine!

A/N: I think only one chapter is going to come after this one, how crazy! Anyways, I hope you’re going to like this chapter, thanks for reading!

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The door to the emergency room you were in opened wide and you couldn’t help but feel relieved when you saw Dean walking inside.

“Said you needed a consult?” Dean ran his hand through his hair and you nodded, squeezing the hand of the girl sitting on the bed. “Hi, sweetheart. Why are you here?” he said to her, shooting her his most charming smile.

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Guys!

Ok. So I know there has been some speculation as to if the demo photo we got of the house in Kansas is actually close to what it would look like!

Well I did some research!

Gran Roca in Spanish (Spanish because it is the second official language in the US) means ‘Big Rock’. So the boys live on Big Rock Ranch. And when you search Big Rock Ranch Kansas you get photos like these!

Which are not that different from what we see in the promo pic! These are photos from Kansas Travel sites promoting the Kansas Badlands.

Some writers here done their research!