in which i watch supernatural for the first time and shout things at you

Y/N hasn’t left his side since he found her a week ago and he can’t say it’s the worst thing. Sure, she can be a menace and an absolute nuisance at times, and she eats all of his food, but she expresses her gratitude in his saving and feeding her by protecting him, whether it be from seedy burglars or a raccoon that had scampered in through his open patio door. And he can’t say the company isn’t nice either, since he’d never liked being alone in the first place.

“Harry,” she begins, voice soft, low, and borderline monotone that drags him from his reverie, and he looks towards where she sits besides him on the couch, “I’m bored. Can we go to the grocery store?”

His brows furrow, “We went yesterday, what could you possibly need from the grocery store?”

“Milk, please.”  She stands up and grabs his keys, her gestural way of saying that she is going with or without him, “And Little Debbie.”


Y/N is 100% not a human 

(this is part 1 of a small little series I’ll be writing in between one shots!!) 

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World’s Best Dad

Originally posted by hallowedbecastiel

Summary: One of the reader’s students has a problem and she confronts her father about what’s going on…

Pairing: single parent!Dean x kindergarten teacher!reader

Word Count: 3,500ish

Warnings: language

A/N: My second ever daddy Dean fic. Quote for this one was “It was an accident I swear!”…

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McCall Pack, Meet Riverdale Part 2

Summary: Your the sister of the late Allison Argent. Soon after her death your father, Chris Argent, Isaac Lahey and you move to France. Not long after you find yourself living with your Dad in his hometown. While Riverdale doesn’t have a supernatural mess, it sure does have a strange and mysterious murder.

Characters: daughter!reader x chris argent, reader x undetermined love interest, Archie Andrews, Jughead Jones, Veronica Lodge, Betty Cooper, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, and Allison Argent (mentioned)

Words: 4507

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or the characters. I do not own Riverdale OR the characters, the show is based the Archie Comics which I do not own either. I also do not own any gifs, images or songs that may appear.

Warnings: possible swearing, mention of death, mention of murder, angst. Angry reader and allusion to the murder of Jason Blossom.

Author: Caitsy

Tagging: Ask if you want to be removed or added! At the bottom.

A/N: I’ve completely fallen in love with Riverdale mainly because I grew up reading the comics. IT’S AMAZING! With that being said I will be taking requests for Riverdale!

This is to hold you guys over because Ash and I will be unavailable for a little way. I have tons of homework and I’m not at liberty to say what Ash is busy at!

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Originally posted by lux-teen0

Originally posted by persephene

“What the hell?” Archie exclaimed following the three of you. His friends trailed after him.

“Jesus christ.” You groaned rubbing your arm from where you had been manhandled. Scott smacked Stiles in the back of the head before he looked at you, “What the hell are you doing here?!”

“Argent sent us.” Scott said, “Beacon Hills has trouble and we need your help.”

You were pushed back as a tall red head protectively stood in front of you with his arms crossed. To your horror Archie and his tag alongs had joined the group also causing Stiles to curse as he pointed a skinny finger as you.

“Please tell me that the Scooby-gang doesn’t know about the Nogistune.” Stiles hissed.

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The Arrangement (Part 4)

Summary: You spend the night at Dean’s place

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,000

Warnings: language, leering, smutty thoughts/implications/suggestions (PG13)

A/N: The next part is here EARLY because holidays suck and I have work to procrastinate, which makes me super productive with writing! Hope you guys like this part (side note: this GIF destroys me) (please check the tags, guys, a bunch aren’t working)

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Super Big Brother- [edited]

Characters/Pairing: Daddy!Dean x Pregnant!Reader, Henry (OC)

Word count: 885

Warnings: Fluff, lots of it, maybe the slightest pinch of angst

Summary: It’s Dean and the reader’s second child. They have to tell their first what is going on. (Promp #44 of “60+ Dean x Pregnant!reader Prompts”@deanwinchesterxreader )

A/N: This is another editions from my personal collection, the reason I’m re-doing these is because of the babby fever taking over me, and the best way not to give in to it is writing about it, or in this case edit an old fic.

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Super Big Brother

“Ok then,” you sigh and Dean nods rapidly as he speaks. “We’ll go straight to the point. We need to be direct with him, he’s a big boy.”

“Yeah,” you agree a little out of breath. “He can take it, right?” Dean eyes widen in doubt and your shoulders drop. “What if he can’t take it? Oh my goodness, he’s still a baby. My baby. This is all a mistake.”

You start to hyperventilate, Dean’s quick to rub your arms up and down. “Look at me,” he says in a sweet voice, you comply. “Is gonna be fine, he’s gonna be fine.” He bites his lower lip and you wonder how did you get so lucky.

“Okay, we’re telling him and we’ll answer any question he has.” Taking a deep breath you look back into Dean’s eyes. “What kind of questions can a three year-old make, huh?”

Dean shrugs, his arms let go of you and he pushes away from the kitchen table he’d been leaning on. You follow his lead and start walking behind him out the kitchen and down the hall.

“Wait!” you shout and run back to the kitchen, Dean stands in the middle of the corridor dumbfounded.

“Uh, sweetheart?” Dean takes a few steps your way when you rush out the door almost bumping into him, sippy cup with chocolate milk in one hand, a plate with some homemade oatmeal cookies in the other.

“Let’s go.” You nod ahead for him to lead the way one more time.

Dean’s eyes on the plate and he goes for one of the cookies. He groans when you smack his hand away away. “They’re not for you! You can have one later, I made a whole tray today.”

Dean grins like a three year-old and you roll your eyes.

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Dean’s Doc

Originally posted by ellen-reincarnated1967

Summary: Reader has a new patient Dean who comes in handy when she least expects it…

Pairing: Dean x Therapist!reader

Word Count: 1,800ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Quote for this one was, “It’s a horror show up here,”…

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Let Her Go (part one)

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Requested: Yes by anon

A/N: This was going to be a Dylan O’Brien imagine but I feel so much more comfortable writing for Stiles. There will be a part 2.

Originally posted by itsagirlthingbae

It was nearing two in the morning and Stiles let his head fall back as he let out a loud laugh, taking a chug of the bottle in his hand. Scott had sent out a text that the pack should get together that night and just relax; something none of them could do in months. There was no supernatural creature setting out to kill in Beacon Hills lately so he figured this was the perfect time.

Lydia had her head resting on his lap, her eyes falling shut as she let out a yawn. Scott and Isaac were cracking funny jokes which caused Stiles to laugh and making each other do stupid things. Allison was in the corner looking like she was having a heart to heart with Kira; Stiles didn’t care for that at the minute, knowing they were only talking about Scott.

Aidan walked into the room, a yearbook in hand and a crate of beer. “Wooo!” Stiles cheered, throwing his empty bottle onto the floor and reaching for a new one. “Truth or dare!” Aidan shouted, Lydia jumping up in shock and rolled her eyes. The pack gathered around the small coffee table and nervously looked at one another. “I’ll spin first.” He added, spinning the empty bottle of beer watching anxiously as it spun around more than ten times, slowly coming to a stop in front of Scott.

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Wings: Preen

Request: I am absolutely in love with anything having to do with the reader’s ability to see Gabe’s wings (aka soulmate fics!) Would you maybe consider doing a Winchester!reader fic like that?

A/N: I’ve read a lot of these, so I decided to take a different approach. There will be a part two!

Author: Holly

Warnings: Light swearing

Characters: Y/N, Gabriel, Castiel, Sam, Dean

Word Count: 2,371

Y/N = Your Name

Part One: Preen

            Your twin brother Adam grew up with you in Michigan, and you only saw your father once a year – twice, if you were incredibly lucky. As you grew up, you stayed close out of concern for the increasingly-erratic behavior of your mother. You made plans to meet up again and take time off to stay with her.

            You never saw either of them again, because by the time you had returned to your hometown, your mother and brother had both been eaten alive by ghouls. Sam and Dean pulled you out of the infested house in the nick of time, and since then, you traveled with them. Your hunting, however, left some to be desired – you hadn’t had your entire life to practice.

            The desire to keep you alive was what made them relax their anti-archangel rules in a special exception for Gabriel. The archangel would ride with you on long trips in the Impala on occasion, and he would pop in for at least a quick minute once you’d found a hotel. You’d text and he’d send you photographs of the most beautiful places in the world that you wished you had the money and the safety to go see.

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#89- Size kink (Sam x Jody)

Requested by @icantthinkofaname-oops​ for my kink list (master list here).

Warning: smut, Sam’s monster cock (Totally a warning)

Word Count: 1700ish

A/N: Oh, Winmills. I’ve missed you. Enjoy! XOXO

Jody’s never been shy. She doesn’t think twice about telling Sam to get changed, even though they’re in a car and there’s no place for him to do that without being seen. It doesn’t matter. He’s a hunter and is probably used to things like that, and she has a gun to load.

It doesn’t take her very long, however, and he’s in between his suit pants and his jeans when she’s got nowhere else to put her eyes except on him.

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Sons of Lawrence #16

Summary:  Sons of Anarchy meets Supernatural. In this AU, the Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top.
Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Crowley, Jo Harvelle, Mary Winchester,Balthazar, Michael, Gabriel
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,104
Warnings: Language, casual drug use, angst, someone gets stabbed.
Author’s Note: This series isn’t going to be light and fluffy. It will include explicit language, explicit sexual content, casual use of illegal drugs, explicit canon typical violence.
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Originally posted by sensitivehandsomeactionman

With the tension thick in the air, everyone took their seats at the table quickly. Dean sat in John’s chair and started the meeting in the same manner as his father; skull ring tapping on the table.

There was no point in beating around the bush. “Dad’s been put into a medically-induced coma,” Dean admitted, his voice weary from keeping his emotions under control. There were murmurs of confusion, so you elaborated further.

“With the bullet’s location, placing him in the coma was the only choice they had. It sounds like a death sentence, but believe me when I say that it’s John’s only chance of survival,” you added quickly, hoping to keep the gang from getting riled up.

Several men turned and glared at you darkly. “Where were you when he got shot?” demanded Balthazar, his accented-voice dangerously low.

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The Newest Ackles

Part 2 of Welcome to the Family

Relationship: Jensen X Daughter!Reader, Danneel X Daughter!Reader

Words: 2,232

Summary: The Reader is having a difficult time adjusting to her new way of life. But a challenge is nothing if not exciting!

Warnings: being the new kid at school, bullying (if you squint), lots and lots of fluff

Tagging: @winchesters-favorite-girl @deathtonormalcy56 @sis-tafics @straightasdeanwinchester @infamati–et–obliterati @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish @alexandriajanae4 @27bmm @missdestiel67 @sumara62

A/N: I was going to wait to post this but I’m impatient sometimes lol. Plus I really liked the way this turned out. There will not be another part to this, in case anyone was wondering. Enjoy!

Read part 1 here - Welcome to the Family

Originally posted by humans-are-so-overrated-moved

The window was cool against the side of your head, a nice reprieve from the oppressive heat of Texas. Even after spending the entire summer in the Lone Star state, you still hadn’t quite adjusted to the temperature of your new home.

You scowled as the sunlight hit your eyes again; no matter which way you sat in your seat, you could never seem to completely block the harsh rays pouring into the car.

“What are you thinking about, kiddo?”

With a sigh, you turned to face Danneel – no, your mom.

God, you were never going to get used to that, were you?

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Hi Daddy!

Author: @riversong-sam
Word Count: 365
Parings: Dean x Reader
Warnings:  fluff
A/N: I hope you enjoy this! Feedback is greatly appreciated. For @beckawinchester ’s

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Three weeks you had been contemplating how to tell Dean you were pregnant. You had wracked your brain on a cute way to tell him. He preferred pie so a cake with a message was out. You lived in an underground bunker so a decorated yard was out as well.
Finally you had an idea. You sent him out for groceries and got to work. Starting in the kitchen you left a note. Running all around the bunker you hid notes. It was a scavenger hunt if you will.
You were excited and nervous at the same time waiting for him to come home. You both had always wanted children, but your lifestyle wasn’t conducive. Hopefully Dean would want you and the baby you were growing in your womb.  
When Dean came home he found the first note leading him to the war room, then a second to Sams room. So on and so forth until he made it to the library. It was dark as he called out.
“(Y/N)? (Y/N/N)?” He flicks on the light finding a box on the table saying open me. Warily he walked over and opened it, a hint of fear that you were gone rolling through his body. Inside was a picture of you. It was you he knew that belly anywhere. On your stomach was painted “Hi Daddy!” and little footprints as well as a tiny bow tied there.
He couldn’t believe his eyes as he kept staring at the picture, you were pregnant. So many emotions swirled around in him the biggest being joy. You were pregnant with his baby.
“(Y/N)!!!!” he shouts and runs to find you. Which was easy you were in the kitchen putting stuff away after he left for his ‘hunt’.
He picks you up twirling you, “I’m gonna be a a dad?!” he asks excitedly?
You nod giggling, “Surprise!”
He kisses you hard, “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
He kneels pushing up your shirt, kissing your belly. You smile running your fingers through his hair.
“Hi Baby I’m your daddy.”
Smiling you watched him murmur to the life growing inside you, knowing he’d make the best daddy.

Be Strong

!!If you haven’t seen the season 12 finale and don’t want any spoilers, skip this one!!

A/N: I needed to write this to get my emotions out from the finale last night. I’ve been really torn up about it and this was my go-to way of dealing with it after a night full of crying. 

Remember to be strong guys. <3

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: It’s just really sad. This is immediately after Sam ran into the house. The reader must have been like…idk. Out front or something.

Word Count: 672

Originally posted by disneyandthefamilybusiness

“Dean?” you called out with a pang in your chest as you saw him fall to his knees in front of what appeared to be a lifeless Castiel, just after Sam went inside.

He looked back at you for a moment, and you knew something was wrong. Seriously wrong.

No. It can’t be.

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Sugar and Spice, ch 3

Summary: Your second date with your Sugar Daddy, Richard Speight Jr, is at his place, for a barbecue, and you meet his friends.
Word count: 2270
Warnings: Asshole!Rob Benedict, pre-smut, mini bit of angst

Part 1
Part 2

Your name: submit What is this?

Chapter 3: the barbecue 

“Come inside with me.”

Your voice was low and soft.
“Right now?” Rich asked. You looked at his hand on your thigh. Just the feel of it almost had you wetting your panties. He had such great hands. You nodded.
“No, I can’t,” he said, and your heart dropped,
“Oh. Okay.”
“I have to be up early tomorrow. But I was thinking… I want you to come to a barbecue with me. It’s at my house, and uh…” He smiled. “Then I want you to stay,” he finished. You smiled back and nodded.

“Sounds good. When is it?”
“Next Saturday.”
“I’ll be there.”
“Great. I’ll transfer the money to your account tomorrow, that okay?” he asked and squeezed your thigh. You were so turned on that all you could do was nod. Richard chuckled and let go.

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Congratulations to Me Part Three

A/N- This is the third and final part of Congratulations to Me, hope you enjoy it.

Congratulations to Me Part One

Congratulations to Me Part Two


Once again major props to @winchesters-favorite-girl. She’s been a major part of helping me write and develop this series. 

Warning: Underage drinking and unwanted advances

*4 months later*

Okay, in hindsight coming to the party probably hadn’t been Y/N’s smartest idea. But when Johnny, the boy she’d been crushing since the start of the semester, invited her she’d couldn’t say no.

He’d shown interest in her and she’d been feeling homesick, guess going to school across the country did that to you. Here she was, stuck in the middle of nowhere. When accepting college offers going to school in Kansas sounded great, but that was before she stopped talking to her reason for thinking so.

The night had started out great. By the time, she’d gotten there the party was already in full swing. Music was blasting, people were dancing and the alcohol was following. Y/N danced with some girls from her literature class and chatted with different people from the party.

Johnny had been sticking close to her side all night. His hand barely left her hip and he’d been filtering strong all night. At first the attention had been flattering, but after a while it was getting concerning. He followed her everywhere and had quickly become possessive, kissing her and clinging to her.

Johnny had her pinned to the hall down some hallway kissing her neck. Y/N had tried to leave multiple times, but he came dragging her back in. Y/N pushed him off again.

Johnny whined, “C’mon now babe.”

Y/N nervously pushed him back even more, thinking quickly, “I’ve got to use the bathroom.”

Johnny sighed, but allowed her down the hallway. Y/N hurried inside and promptly locked the door behind herself, thinking quickly. She didn’t have many options, there didn’t seem to be any chance of Johnny leaving her alone and she didn’t see how she could push out past him.

She needed help.

Y/N panicked, she needed help soon. She could only hold Johnny off so long. Y/N tapped her phone in her hand. Who to call, who to call? Y/N sighed, she knew who she needed to call, but that didn’t make it any easier. She hadn’t talked to them since their fight, they’d tried to call her and talk, but she’d shut them out.

Sam and Dean.

Y/N sighed and opened her phone, she had no guarantee that they would answer, hell with them they might even have different numbers now, but nonetheless they were her best bets. Y/N’s finger hovered over the call button next to Dean’s number and let out a deep breath. She jumped when someone banged on the door.

“Y/N,” Johnny hollered.

“Be right out,” She tried to sound controlled, but it came out shaker than she would have liked.

“Hurry up.”

Y/N waited for the floorboards to creak as Johnny backed away from the door before she pressed the call button. Y/N held her breath as the phone rang, praying that Dean answered.

“Hello?” Dean’s gruff voice asked as the ringing stopped. Y/N was so relieved she whimpered.

“Y/N?” Dean asked uncertainly, worried why his sister was calling after ignoring them for months.

“I need help,” her voice was soft and scared, setting Dean more on edge than he already was.

Dean was suddenly more alert than before, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m at a party and his guy won’t leave me alone. I tried to leave, but he just keeps kissing me and he’s a lot bigger than I am. I can’t get away from him. I’m scared Dean.”

Dean felt every nerve in his body set on edge. There was no way Dean was going to let this guy get away with taking advantage of his sister.

“Where are you?” he asked as fear began to flood through him, knowing he couldn’t get to her in time.

“At 312 on Bergen Street down at the University.”

“Which University?”


“You’re in Kansas?” Dean questioned as he began to realize that you’d been down the street from them the entire time.

“Yeah I uh-” She was interrupted by Johnny yelling through the door again. “Dean you gotta hurry, he won’t stop.”

Y/N heard whispering on the other end and then, “Y/N?”

It was Sam.


“Listen, we’re on our way right now okay? We’ll be there in five minutes.”

“Hurry Sam.”

Y/N bought herself another 2-3 minutes in the bathroom before Johnny all, but threatened to knock down the door.

Y/N slowly opened the door, trying to quickly move down the hallway and away from Johnny, but he was hot on her trail.

“What’s wrong babe,” his voice was wobbly from all the alcohol he had that night. “You were in the bathroom forever, was starting to think you’d slipped out the window.”

If only she would have fit. Y/N grimaced and tried to continue to head for the door, but he grabbed her arm pulling her back into him. His arms circling around her waist tightly. His lips found her neck once again and Y/N tried to shrug him off waiting for her brothers to hurry up and get here.

She heard them before she saw them. The second the front door slammed open she knew it had to be them from all the noise. She heard her brother’s rough voices shouting at drunken college students asking where she was.

Y/N knew the chances of the boys hearing her over all the noise was slim, but she still shouted, “SAM! DEAN!”

Relief flood through her as she saw her brothers come flying around the corner. Before she could say anything, she felt Johnny being ripped off her. Y/N stumbled back and into Dean’s waiting arms. Y/N instantly relaxed knowing there was nowhere safer than her big brother’s arms.

Sam had pulled Johnny off her and shoved him away, positioning himself between Johnny and his sister. Sam stood tall, towering over the young man.

“What the hell guys?” Johnny asked, clearly not realizing exactly what he was in for.

“What the hell?” Sam’s voice was dark and menacing. “You’re trying to take advantage of our little sister is what and that sure as hell isn’t happening on our watch.”

Johnny visibly gulped, clearly wary of the much bigger man threatening him, “Sister?”

“Yeah, sister,” Dean spoke up for the first time and his tone was as dangerous and challenging as Sam’s was. “A sister you’re going to stay far away from, understand? You’re going to keep your hands to yourself, because, well… I’ve got a gun and I’m always packing. You really don’t want another visit from me. Got it?”

Johnny stumbled back and nodded aggressively.

“Good,” Sam said, and before Johnny could react Sam swung his fist, knocking the teenager to the ground. He nodded at Dean and the two brothers ushered Y/N toward the front door and out into the cool night air. Dean guided her into the back seat of the impala and Y/N leaned back into the familiar feel of the worn leather.

Sam and Dean slide into the front seat and instantly turned around to face their sister. Worried showed on both their faces and Sam was the first one to speak, “You okay?”

Y/N sighed, she knew she was safe, Johnny wasn’t getting anywhere near her with Sam and Dean here now, but she was still pretty on edge and shaken up.

“I don’t know,” she admitted honestly and saw the murderous looks that flashed across both her brother’s faces. “That was pretty terrifying and I’m still shaken up about it. But I know I’m okay now, thanks you guys for coming.”

“Of course, that’s what brothers are for.” A bit of an awkward silence fell over the car before Dean spoke again, “What are you doing at school in Kansas?”

Y/N shifted nervously in her seat, “I wanted to go to school closer to you guys. I didn’t like being all the way across the country from you and so I thought this would be great, I would be five minutes away. I wanted it to be a surprise, I was going to tell you at graduation, but obviously that didn’t quite work out.”

“Y/N,” Dean shifted as much as he could in the seat to see her. “We really messed up with that. Sam though we should leave, but I was sure you wouldn’t mind. Turns out you cared a lot more in the past then we realized. I know we haven’t always been there for you, but we are so proud of you and we love you so much.”

“It’s okay, I forgive you.”

“Seriously?” Sam asked, raising his eyebrows. “You’ve ignored us for the last four months and now we’re just forgiven?”

“I missed you guys and yes, you have let me down a few times, but at the end of the day you’re there when it counts. You came and saved me tonight. You haven’t missed everything over the years and you always have the best intentions. You’re my brothers and I love you guys.”

“We’re going to try harder to make it to things now. No more missing because of hunts.”

“Yeah,” Dean agreed with his brother. “And we’ll make it up to you for missing this one.”

Y/N laughed, “Alright, but let’s go home. You can sweet talk me with all the wonderful things you plan to do for me there.”

The boys smiled as they turned back around in their seats, happy to finally have their little sister back.

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Summary: A trip to the store takes an unexpected turn when vampires attack and you finally meet a certain hunter.

Characters: Sam Winchester x Reader, Mr Ketch

Warnings: Sammy being cute af, vampiresblood, character death[s], angst, slight S12 spoilers

Originally posted by weeklyspn

Originally posted by mishacolins

A/N: I haven’t wrote anything in ages and ages and ages, so pls be gentle with me aha. I probably wouldn’t even have managed to write this if it wasn’t for @redlipstickandplaid  

ily Punk!<3


You were definitely having that Monday morning feeling as you walked through the store, hastily grabbing whatever you needed on your way through the aisles. Not only had you been stuck in traffic and were now already 20 minutes late for the briefing, the last box of cereal you wanted was on the top shelf and too high for you to reach, and just as luck would have it, there were no shop assistants around to help you out.

Letting out an irritated huff, you pushed yourself up on your tiptoes, stretching your arm as far as you could in an effort to grab the box, your body clearly straining at the reach.

“Here, let me,” a male’s voice spoke, his tone soft. You couldn’t help but notice the large size of the hand that had now grabbed the last box before passing it to you as you relaxed, no longer stretching in an awkward position.

“Thanks,” you smiled, slightly embarrassed as you set eyes on your ‘saviour’ as you tried not to gawp at him.

God, he was the definition of stunning. A good 6 foot plus in height, a head of floppy brown hair that fell either side of his face, hazel eyes and a gorgeous smile to match.

“No worries, you looked like you could use some help.”

You tilted your head, smiling back at him in amusement, “It was that obvious, huh?”

“Only a little,” he shrugged, clearly teasing you.

You were trying to think of some cute little comment to respond with when a shrill scream filled the store, your instincts quickly coming into play as you ditched the shopping cart and ran to the source of the crying.

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Huntress- Part 14: Pick A Side

Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place in S12 E13 so warning: SPOILERS

Part one
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Part three
Part four
Part five

Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
Part Ten
Part Eleven
Part Twelve

Part Thirteen

“Please…just hear me out…” Mary begs, her eyes were stern.

You raised an eyebrow at her, not saying anything.

“What they’re doing…what we’re doing it’s better. The British Men Of Letters are…well, loo I’m not blind to who they are and what they’ve done.” She looked at you when she said that.
“When?” Your Dad asked, clenching his jaw.
“When….when did you start working with them?”
“Before the lakehouse…It wasn’t Wally who gave me the case, it was them.” Mary looked down.
“Cas nearly died!” Uncle Dean shouted at her.
“I know…”
“Another Hunter died.” Dad added.
“I know. I was the one who burned his body, who told his wife… I see him die every night.”

“I’m playing three decades of catch-up here.” Mary argued, turning the subject back to herself.
“We’re not!” Uncle Dean snapped. “We’re your sons, you have a granddaughter for Gods sake!” 

“I’m not just a Mom. And you are not a child.” Mary spoke through gritted teeth.
“I never was.” Uncle Dean changed his tone back to a quieter and calmer voice.

“You’ve made your choice, Mary.” You looked up when he used her real name “The doors there.” 

With that Uncle Dean stepped out of the room, no doubt to his own.

You stood up with your Dad, both watching as he turned the corner.

“Sam…” Mary whispered.

“You should go.”


Dad turned to leave, but stopped to see your response, hovering in the doorway.

You gulped, not sure what to say. You didn’t trust them at all. Hell, you lived with them, you were raised among them and you still didn’t know half of what goes on. But you didn’t hate them. 
They weren’t fair, kind or honest, but they were good at what they did.

“Please, you know more than any of us about the British Men Of Letters. Am I doing the right thing?” She asked, begging for someone to assure her.

Uncle Dean crept back, standing behind Dad to see what you’d say.

You avoided everyone’s gaze “The way they see it,” You spoke slowly and quietly “If you’re working with em, then you trust em. So you can’t turn back now. Don’t mess up. Cause I ain’t gonna be there to clean the stab wound in your back.”

“I’m fed up of this whole peace maker crap!” Uncle Dean’s voice made you slow down as you headed towards the main room. “You’re always playing the middle, for once just pick a side!” 
He stormed out, almost walking into you. “You’re quiet when you move, anyone ever tell you that?” 
You found it hard to know whether or not he was joking, but smiled awkwardly none the less. “I’m outta here.” Uncle Dean mumbled, walking away.

“He seems happy.” You sarcastically noticed, walking in on your Dad. Dad placed his phone screen-down on the table, cleared his throat and smiled at you. “Hey, Y/N. You okay?” 
“Mmhmm. What’re you doing?” You nodded towards his phone.
“I’m not texting anyone!”
“You know, it works better if I accuse you first.” You smirked.

Dad looked down, sighing. “Mom.”


“I was texting Mom. She uh,” He picked his phone up and showed you the screen “She wants to meet. Say’s it’s urgent.”

“Yeah, I got that.” You hold your screen up tom showing the exact same text.

He frowned, nodding slowly. “Okay…should we go?”

You sighed “I guess.”

Dad pulled the car up, stopping in front of some sort of giant gate where Mary stood the other side. It looked a lot like one of their old temporary base camps they had scattered around the counties back in England.

You got out, sending her a suspicious frown. Mary smiled shyly “Thank you for coming.”
“What’s so urgent?” Dad asked, not buying any niceness.
“Look, Sam, Y/N…I messed up. But this. This is so much bigger than we are. We’ve got a real shot here.”
“Don’t you think I know that.” You snapped.
“Y/N, I don’t know what kind of history you have with them. But they’re not the same people you grew up with. They want to help.”
“I know. I’m not stupid.” You hissed.
“Just….imagine a world without monsters of demons-” Mary began but you finished it for her. “-or any of those little buggers that go bump in the night. Of a world where no one has to die because of the supernatural. A new world. A better world.” 

“How do you know what he said?” Mary asked.
You rolled your eyes “Because he says the same bloody thing every time.”

She nodded slowly before retreating to place her hand on the lock. The gate clicked open and she stepped aside “Let me show you.”
As you walked through the camp, you wondered if your hand would still unlock the gate. Maybe it would…maybe it wouldn’t…would it even matter?

A little reluctant to show your face, you stayed close to Dad. He noticed you were more clingy than usual, but didn’t say anything.
“Look.” Mary held her hand out to the series of monitors, endless screens showing all sorts of things. This was nothing compared to what was at the Chapter House. “You do realise I’ve seen all this before.”You grumbled.
“I guess it’s me showing you what you walked away from.” Mary answered back- to your surprise.

“Sam Winchester.” Micks voice made you look away, “And Y/N Winchester-Brooks.” He smiled, clearly happy to see that you both showed up. You noticed he’d used both surnames.
“Hows the American hunting life been treating you?” He asked you, clearly wanting to separate you from your Dad.
“It’s different.” You shrugged.
Very different.” Mick agreed.
“That does’t make it bad.” You added. In fact, you preferred the way American Hunting worked, it was more fun if nothing else.

“You’re just in time for the briefing. Remember how we exterminated all the vampires in the Uk and Ireland?” Mick looked at you again.
“Guess what we’re gonna do.” He chuckled, leading the way.

You looked at Dad, as if waiting for him to say you could go on after him. Mary went on, Dad looked at you. You shrugged, “Your call.”
Sighing, he put an arm gently on your back and you headed over.

The room wasn’t particularly large, but it had a long table running through the center with some computer screens at the front. Each of which had a map on it, numbers and symbols ran along the sides.

Mary sat down,but you and Dad remained standing.

“Everyone, we’ve got a few new faces.” Mick declared.

“This is Pierce, an American Hunter. This is Sam Winchester, Mary’s son. And you all know Brooks…Y/N.”

Serena and Alton looked at you, both with unreadable expressions. “Back already, are we?” Alton questioned.
You scowled at him “Still a wimp, are we?”
“Am not.” He stood proudly, you took one stride forward towards him. Immediately he retreated a little.
“Are to.”

“We are not children.” Mick sighed “So shut up the pair of ya.” 

“In the mid western region we mapped out every single location of each of the vampires,” Serena gestured towards the screen “Over a period of a few months, we’ve managed to eliminate all but,” She pressed a button and the numbers began to disappear before you all “11.”

“Wait, what?” Dad questioned, tilting his head.

“There’s a sort of underground chain of Vampires, with one a the very top-”

“The Alpha.” Dad filled in, nodding slowly.

“Exactly. We plan to eliminate every last bloodsucker in the entire country. Eventually, America will be vampire-less.” Mick explained.

As the briefing continued going into more and more details you couldn’t care less about you couldn’t help but let your mind wander. You thought you’d finally escaped the dull life that was being part of the Men Of Letters, as a kid there was no freedom. You did whatever they told you to do. You’d finally gotten out and here you were being dragged in again…of all people to be the one to take you back, it was your own family.

You weren’t against the British Men Of Letters, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t hold some sort of grudge against them. Technically, they killed your Mum….and your sister. But, technically they didn’t. There were two different perspectives and at this point you didn’t know which was worse.

Too busy staring off into space to notice the briefing was over, Mick broke you form your thoughts. “So, what do you think of our little operation?” He asked, clearly directing the question at your Dad.
“Serena and Alton are smart…Pierce is…well…pierce.”  Dad sighed, no doubt thinking a lot more than speaking.
“Y/N…Anything?” Mick raised an eyebrow. You were amazed he actually wanted to know what you thought. 
You shrugged “There’s not much to say. It worked in England…so why can’t it work over hear?”

Mick nodded “I’m glad you’re as confident in it as I am.”
You stuttered, lost for words in a response. You weren’t expecting him to say that, let alone twist your words. He chuckled before leaving you be.

“You okay?” Dad asked, looking down at you.
“Sure…let’s go with that.” 
He scoffed “Y/N, I’m serious. If you don’t want to be here-”

“Guys!” A worried cry interrupted him, reluctantly dragging your attentions away. Everyone huddled around the screen, watching curiously. Vampires spread out on screen, beginning to surround the buildings.

“We need to go on lockdown.” You broke the silence. Everyone sprung into action. Mary grabbed a walkie-talkie and ordered “Stand down. Do not engage.” as you ducked out of the room to go and check that the doors were all sealed up. You twisted the handles, waiting for a red light and steamed hiss to sound before moving on to the next. 

After checking and double checking that they were all as secure as they could be, you raced back into the room, twisting round corners and heading straight for where the noise was. Inside, your Dad was leaning forward, holding a vampire by his neck.
“How did they even find us?!” Mick questioned.
“Calm down, you’re panicking.” You shushed him, getting a knife and laying it on the table.
“He told us. Our Father.” The Vampire laughed. You frowned, glancing at Dad. 
“The Alpha.” Dad declared.
Before the Vampire could say anything else Mary swung at it with her blade in a scything motion, cleaning cutting through the neck. It fell to the floor, making Alton grimace. 

It amazed you how many people had never been trained or accustomed to field-work.

“Where’s the avd?” You asked.
“In the armory. Along with most of our weapons.”
“If we put it through the vents it should take them all out.” Mary suggested, following your train of thought.
“Exactly, let’s go get it.” 

“Will it kill him…will it kill the Alpha?” Mick asked. “Not wanting to be the bearer of bad news, but he does seem to be a big issue for us.”

“It’ll weaken him,” Dad piped up “But he won’t die from it.”

You watched Mick’s face as it turned to realisation. Him and Mary shared a look that said they were both thinking the same thing. You frowned.
“Where is it?” Mary asked.

After a few minutes of confused waiting Mick appears back and places down some sort of case. He unhooked the clips and opened it up, swerving it round on the table slightly to both you and your Dad could see it. “What is it?” You asked curiously, racking your brain to try and think of if you’d ever seen it before.
“The colt.” Dad answered bluntly, lifting it up in his hands delicately. His face was of amazement as he held it out in front of himself like he couldn’t quite believe it was tangible and there in front of him. “There are only five things in existence it can’t kill.” 
“Geez.” You mumbled, noticing the empty barrel “Too bad it’s out of ammo.” You noted before asking “Can we make some?”

“Yeah actually we can.” Dad nodded, as if struggling to get rid of a reoccurring thought. Unable to stop it he asked “Where did you get this?”

“I stole it.” Mary admitted.

“From Ramiel…that’s what he meant when he asked.” You realised aloud.

Mary nodded “Yes…I-” But she stopped herself, maybe she knew that there was no getting out of this. You couldn’t help but feel betrayed. Cas nearly died, Ramiel offered to leave if someone owned up and yet she didn’t? You couldn’t have done that if it was you….

“Okay, uh….here’s how.” Dad began writing down on a piece of paper the instructions on how to make bullets. He thrusted it into Micks hands before picking up one of the weapons laid out on the table.
“Where’s the armory?” 

“I’ll show you.” Mary decided. You grabbed a blade and followed on, Pierce did the same, calling out “I’ve got your back.”
You sighed, but didn’t question it.

Sprinting through the corridors, you came to halt, waiting in anticipation as your Dad reaches for the handle. The light changed from red to green before the door swung open. Immediately, two vampires were clawing at the open space desperately trying to get inside. Dad slammed the door back as far as it would go, holding them back. “Go!” He shouted “I’ve got em!”

Mary and Pierce nodded, racing off to go the back way. You steadied yourself, gripping the blade in your hand before looking at your Dad. “Open it.” You nodded.

He hesitated, but leaped forward trustingly, allowing the pair of bloodsuckers access. You ducked at their oncoming attack, parrying to the right then slicing through their neck. You felt the individual parts of the inside, the vessels, muscles and bones each broken by the blade as it cut through. The head fell to the floor, shortly followed by the body. You then ducked as another came straight for you. Thankfully, Dad had found his feet by then and had your back. He kicked the vampire away from you, allowing both of you time to adjust. Dad then stepped in front of you and sliced the head off.

Heavily breathing, he patted your shoulder lightly before nodding to himself “Okay, lets go.”

You both raced towards the armory, still highly aware how time was slipping away. “Dad!” You called, almost running into Mary’s collapsed body.
You knelt down next to her, holding her up a little.
“Y/N?” He turned the corner, lowering his knife at the sight. “Mom!”

“Y/N…?…Sam…?” Mary groaned, her eyes blinking awake.

“What happened?” You asked, glancing behind yourself in case of another unexpected attack. “Pierce…he…we should go.” Mary heaved herself up onto her feet, staring at the floor You followed her eye-line, falling upon the broken up avd. “Shit.” You cursed “What do we do now?”
“One problem at a time.” Dad nodded, making sure he kept calm for your sake “We deal with the Alpha first.”
“Mick’s making some bullets, we just have to tr-” Dad stopped himself.
“Trust him?” You offered, hoping your dislike for the phrase was evident in your expression.
“Yeah. Let’s go with that.” He offered a tight smile.

You crept into the room where the Alpha vampire was talking proudly. Serena was on the floor, dead eyes staring up at the ceiling, speckles of blood reflecting the light. You winced a little at the sight, you’d always liked Serena. She had guts. 
Dad held the Colt up, making himself and thus you and Mary known to the Alpha.

“Sam Winchester.” He chuckled. His voice was deep and disconcerting. He had a large black trench coat over his casual-smart dress sense. His skin was dark, his eyes darker and his hands had long red nails where he could drain his victims. You grimaced at the sight, having never seen an Alpha of a species before. Maybe he liked keeping himself to himself. Who could blame him?

“You know there are only five things in existence that thing can’t kill, I’m one of them.” He declared. You watched, was that true? Surely Dad would have known…
“If that were true I’d already be dead.” Dad countered. You only hoped he was right.

“I have many many children,” The Alpha continued, pretending to ignore your Dad “What’s one or two here and there.”

“Exactly.” Dad agreed, You watched, hoping your Fathers ability to manipulate was as promising as it sounded.
“Let my daughter, my Mom and myself go. Then things can go back to the way they should be. Cops and Robbers, Hunters and Vampires a fair fight!” 
Dad sounded so confident in his lie you almost believed it to. 
“And the Brits?” 
“Have them.” Dad snarled.

“You bastard!” Mick had obviously caught on and “attacked” your Dad.
You watched, impressed how smoothly it went. As Mick launched himself at your Father, his hand moved so Dad took hold of the bullet. Dad twisted his body, loading the gun away from the Alpha’s line of sight and threw Mick off.
He then turned back and aimed the gun once more.

The Alpha chuckled- oblivious. “You and I both know that gun isn’t loaded Sam.”

Dad smirked “Isn’t it?”

The Alpha twitched, as if going back in time and realising what had just happened. “No…” He mumbled, still coming to terms with his possible end. His eyes widened, and, as if coming to terms with his end his whole stance relaxed: “Clever. Clever boy.” He smiled.

A shot rang out through the halls: perfect aim. Straight through the alphas forehead. His body shook when waves of electricity surged through his body, jolting him to death. He collapsed- dead.

“Back later, huh?” Dean rolled his eyes at his brother.
“Getting a drink, huh?” Sam remarked, holding back a chuckle.

“When I thought something might have happened to you, I came running…nothing else really matters…” Uncle Dean turned to face his Mother. “Mom….it’s not your job to make me lunch or kiss me goodnight and I get that.” Dean turned to look at his Mum “We’re adults. And you can make your own choices or your own decisions. I don’t have to like em. I guess I’ve just gotta get used to that. Okay?”

“Yeah.” Mary smiled, proud of her boys.

The clanging of chains, made the three Winchesters turn around to see Mr Ketch as he hauled Pierce away. “Where are you taking him?” Sam asked.

“We have a way of dealing with Hunters who go rogue, they aren’t pleasant. Are they Y/N?” 
You glanced up at the sound of your name, having only just arrived at the scene. You were busy putting some weapons back in the armory.
“Eh?” You scrunched up your face.
“The way in which we treat our rebellious Hunters. ie, your Mother.” Mr K said before leaving. You scowled at him even though he wasn’t looking. ‘Great’ You thought ‘that’s another awkward topic to bring up later.’

You walked over to your family, purposely avoiding their confused faces. “We going or what?” You asked, looking up,

“Uh, one moment.” Dad put a finger up and made his way over to Mick. You watched, turning back round to Uncle Dean and Mary. “Pie?” You asked Uncle Dean, making him grin and hopefully forget about awkward questions in the process.
Nodding, his eyes lit up “Pie.” 

“What happened to Y/N’s Mom and sister?” Sam asked, looking Mick directly in the eye. He kept his voice low, aware you could hear if they spoke any louder.
Mick whistled “That’s a biggie. Pick one.”
“Her Mom.”
“Rebecca? Like Ketch said, she went rogue.”
“Why? How?”
“Look, it’s not my place to say what happened to Becky,” Sam noted the use of “Becky” but didn’t say anything “Ask Y/N.”
“Okay…and Max? Her twin sister right?”
“So she told you, huh?” Mick raised an eyebrow “Y/N’s had it rough. But she’s a toughie.”
“What happened to my Daughter?” Sam asked sternly. The fact that Sam reminded Mick how Max was in fact his daughter changed something slightly in Mick’s mind. “If you’re so bleeding curious why don’t you ask your other one?!” Mick snapped, making Y/N turn to look. Thankfully, she didn’t watch for long before going back to whatever conversation she was having.

“I’m just trying to make sure that you didn’t…kill her for no good reason…either of them.” Sam was struggling to talk about it. This was technically his family. Even if it never felt like it.
“They didn’t.”
They?” Sam echoed.
“Well I didn’t do it, did I?” Mick sighed.
“If I ask Y/N, she won’t tell me that you straight out killed her? There had to be a reason.”
“There was. For both cases. A perfectly good reason. Sam. Ask her.”

Sam thought about it for a while, running through the ideas in his head. Weighing ups and downs on imaginary scales before settling with his conclusion. He took in a deep breath and said it before he could stop himself.

“I’m in.” Sam nodded slowly.
“Sorry?” Mick frowned, surprised to hear it after such a conversation.
“Tonight was bad, don’t get me wrong. But the Alpha Vampire is dead. You’re changing the world and I wanna be a part of it.”
“And your brother?”
“Give me some time…” Sam paused, watching as Y/N laughed with her Uncle. He felt a shimmer of guilt try and surface. “Aren’t you gonna ask about Y/N?” 

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Originally posted by bitemytonguedarling

Pairing: Jensen × Reader

Word Count: 1790

Summary: The reader is an actress on supernatural and she gets interrupted on stage, leading her to show off a hidden talent.

For this Jensen is single, obviously I intend no hate or ill wishes to him or his family. This is purely just for writing and wasting my time.

Also, this is my first fic. Don’t know if it is any good, but I just wanted to try it out so wrote what came to my head.


You were halfway through your panel answering a question about which Marvel character you would most want to play when the crowd erupted with cheers and applause instantly causing you confusion.

“I didn’t think you all would know who Mynx is, yet alone be this excited.” Little to your knowledge, Jensen had poked his head out from behind the curtain, walked on stage, and grabbed a microphone.

“It’s not Mynx they’re cheering for.” Jensen spoke into the microphone with a cocky voice causing you to jump for your seat and the audience to cheer even louder.

Jensen sat down in the empty bar stool next to your’s as you circled him in disbelief. As Jensen hushed the audience you scoffed into the mic.

“Jay, this is my panel,” you claimed, “and you are not supposed to be hijacking it,” accusing him.

“I am not hijacking anything, just checking up on my girl.” Jensen said sending the crowd into an unanimous aw.

Although your character had thus far remained out of a romantic story line, you knew people shipped her and Dean. You had even heard rumors about you and Jay in real life, but you had forced your personal relationship with him to remain friendly. You lied to yourself saying you didn’t want to jeopardize the show. Had you been more real with yourself, you would have admitted you were afraid of getting hurt. However, every time he flirted with you, shot you a playful smirk or grin, gazed into your eyes, you felt your heart break a little more.

“I am not your girl,” you stubbornly denied putting on your act to seem uninterested.

And all he did rest his chin on his fist and waited for you to continue, staring you down with those sparkling, tantalizing green eyes. You needed to focus on something else, anything else.

“What are you up to Ackles?” you pried, convincing yourself that he might be up to one off his pranks.

“Just wanted to spend some time with you,” He flirted his tongue just peaking out between his teeth.

You acted unflattered. “What do you guys think? Think we should let him stay?” You asked the crowd extending the mic their way as they shouted their approval.

“Alright, I give up.” You sat back down next to him defeated. “But no interfering.”

“Promise,” He swore but immediately looked over to the next guest who was in line for a question. “How you doing there, sweetheart?”

The poor girl looked frightened to death, you were concerned she might actually faint. You slightly nudged Jay with your elbow.

“What?” Jensen contested.

You ignored him. “What’s your question sweetie?”

“Oh, you can be affectionate but I can’t.” He debated sending the audience into laughter and you blushing of embarrassment. For a millisecond, Jensen looked concerned that his banter was too demeaning, but put his act back on not wanting to take away from the show. He looked down at the guest and waited for the question.

The girl stuttered out, “We all think Y/C/N and Dean are going to get together, but I was wondering if you are a Sam or Dean girl in real life?”

Jensen acted utterly lost in thought and turned his whole body in your direction awaiting your response.

“I don’t know if I can answer that question without completely devastating someone in this room,” you teased Jay.

Jensen instinctively stood up and paced the stage searching the audience. “Jared, I thought you said you weren’t coming to Y/N’s panel.” The audience laughed and some girls anxiously looked around thinking he might be serious.

“Sit back down and tune out for a minute.” You directed.

Jensen slightly laughed to himself, thinking he was hilarious, as he sat back down plugging his ears with his fingers.

“Alright, let’s test this out before I give you a real answer.” You said pausing watching Jensen the whole time. “Jensen wears a pink eye mask at night that says ‘diva’.” You smiled teasing Jay who showed no reaction as the crowd giggled at your false information.

“Okay, so to be honest. I have always been a Dean girl.” The audience roared in approval at your confession. “There’s just something about his bad boy, sleazy persona that I can’t resist. Our relationship would start out strictly friends with benefits, but I would burrow down to that teddy bear core of his and never let go.” They continued to applauded as you went into the details.

Without unplugging his ears, he turned the mic upside down and asked “Are you finished?”

You simply nodded yes at him.

“Good,” he said returning his hands to a normal position. “I heard every single word.” He confessed. “And quite frankly, I would have pick Sam too. I mean who can resist those locks?”

You laughed fully understanding he was making a joke out of all of it.

“Next question,” Jensen directed.

“Well, uh, since you both are here, maybe you could both answer, what is your favorite musical genre?” The audience member asked.

“Technically this is Y/N’s panel, so I’ll let her answer.” Jensen deferred.

“Ah, where to begin…” You contemplated “My taste is all over the place, I don’t know where to narrow it down.”

“What was that pretentious thing you said the other day,” Jay tried to recall, “The L.A. Noise Scene. That makes morning in the makeup trailer real fun.” He rolled his eyes.

“Come on,” You pushed him slightly, “That’s not all I listen too, I am anywhere from Rush to Twenty One Pilots, Crystal Castles to Frank Sinatra, Dr. Dre to anything country.”

Jensen laughed.

“What?” you pleaded.

“Name one country song.” He mocked.

“Have it for a fact, I was raised on country music Winchester.” The crowd erupted at your slip and Jensen laughed as you corrected yourself. “I mean Ackles.” You tried to still be serious but ended up laughing yourself.

“I am still waiting for a name, and not one of these new aged, douche pop bands that try too hard to be country.” He rambled.

“I’ll do you one better.” You got up and placed the microphone back in its stand.

You walked back and grabbed Rob’s guitar from the set, plugged it in and pulled out your own pick from your back pocket. You did a generic strum to test the sound.

“Y’all ready for this,” You said emphasizing the y’all and the crowd cheered you on. “Hold on to your seat Ackles.” You warned slowly strumming the first couple notes of ‘Friends in Low Places.’

About half the crowd cheered recognizing it immediately. You paused for a moment watching Jensen analyze you before continuing, a sly smile on your face. You continued strumming as you made you way to the front in order to sing.

Blame it all on my roots, I showed up in boots, And ruined your black tie affair

The audience sang with you.

Jensen stood up interrupting you. “Hold up, hold up. Everyone and their grandmother knows that song.”

“You said one song.” You challenge.

“Not one that is played at every wedding.” He argued back.

“Guarantee you it hasn’t been played at a wedding since 2003.” You bickered. “But whatever, I’ll play a different one.” You said giving in and directed your attention back to the audience. “Now, this is one of my favorites no matter how cheesy. Hopefully some of you will know it and sign along with me.”

You started strumming again, this time at a faster pace.

‘When I was 19, I threw my stuff in the car

Headed up to the Rockies, got a job at this bar

Selling beer to the locals, just barely getting by

On the tips from the rich kids, there on daddy’s dime

But when I saw her walk in one night, I knew that I’d be alright’

‘In Telluride

With the snow falling down

I was waking up, in that sleepy little town

In her eyes my word came so alive

I never will forget the moment she arrived in Telluride’

Jensen was completely mesmerized by the way you sang and played. He had not even known you were able to. But being himself he jumped in and altogether took over the second verse. You let him sing it as you continued to play the guitar.

‘We spent that whole winter tangled up by a fire

Casting shadows on the cabin wall, drowned in desire

Confessing all our secrets, and laughing out loud

So high up on that mountain, I thought we’d never come down

It was a dream we were living in, I was the happiest I’d ever been’

You joined in again at the chorus the two of you singing together. You were so lost in the moment you had not even realized Jensen was entirely fixated on you. Instead of going into the third verse, you wrapped up the tune for the sake of time.

“Wow, I had no idea you could do that.” Jensen immediately remarked in shock.

“Just like you had no idea I listened to country music? How long have we been coworkers? Like three years?” You playfully teased.

“Maybe we should spend some time to get to know each other better?” He flirted. “How does dinner at 6 sound?”

“Your panel is at 6, you tease.” You stated unamused.

Jensen rolled his eyes. “Always with the excuses.”

“Hey..” you began before being interrupted by Rob who stepped halfway out from the curtain.

“Uh, Chris is looking for you.” He directed towards Jay.

Jensen sighed a big sigh, “Guess we’ll have to schedule our date another time.”

“Yeah right, go on, get outta here.” You replied sarcastically, pretending to kick him by swinging your foot in his direction.

He lifted his hands in defeat and began to walk of the stage.

“Hey everyone, what do you say to Jay for joining us?” You yelled out causing them to scream and cheer.

Before he left he blew a kiss with both hands to the audience and one to you as well even though your back was turned to him.

“Alright, sorry for that distraction guys, we have time for a few more questions I think.” You said tuning the guitar and softly playing a few random notes.

Rob quickly popped his head back out, “Hey Y/N, please don’t touch my guitar.” He politely pleaded.

You quickly lifted your hands from the instrument and made a playful anxious face causing a murmur of laughter. You walked over to put the guitar back on it’s stand and sat back down in your chair, grabbing the mic Jensen left behind.

“Alright guys, who’s next?” Looking at both sides of the room.

Sons of Lawrence #6

Summary:  Sons of Anarchy meets Supernatural. In this AU, the Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top.
Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Crowley. Mentioned: Ash, Bobby Singer, Garth
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 1,596
Warnings: Language, angst 
Author’s Note: This series isn’t going to be light and fluffy. It will include explicit language, explicit sexual content, casual use of illegal drugs, explicit canon typical violence.
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 Italics are flashbacks.

Originally posted by fylakas-aggelos

It was during a meeting the next day, one that Y/N was sitting in on, that an unexpected visitor dropped by.

He waltzed in without even knocking. “Hello, boys,” he rasped, cigarette-tainted voice gruff cutting through the smoke-filled room like a knife.

John stood tall, anger coursing through him. “Crowley,” he greeted the new arrival with a firm handshake. “We weren’t expecting you.”

The shorter man shrugged and shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his black jacket. “Heard what happened to Sam,” he stated simply, eyes scanning the room until they landed on the youngest Winchester. “How you doin’, Moose?”

Sam bristled at the nickname no one had been able to convince Crowley to stop using. “Right as rain,” Sam ground out.

“Glad to hear it,” he lied as he started walking deeper into the room.

“What do you want, Crowley?” John demanded. He was still pissed at his sons for going behind his back, but the fact was that one of Crowley’s men shot his son.

“What?” Crowley feigned offense. “Can’t I drop in on my old friend?”

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