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

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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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…

World’s Best Dad Masterlist

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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Picking Flowers

Title: Picking Flowers

Pairing: Jack x Reader

Word Count: 1362

Warnings: Fluff with a hint of more fluff.

A/N: This is for the anon who requested some Jack Fluff. If you’re reading this anon, this one is for you  I hope this satisfies your Jack fluff urges!

Your name: submit What is this?

Jack had been wandering outside in the woodland area above the bunker where he found a patch of wild flowers. He specifically remembered a scene he had seen on the TV where the man had given the girl he likes flowers. An idea came to mind and he smiled, picking a few of them. He retreated back into the bunker with purpose.

“Hey buddy, where’ve you been?” Sam asked as Jack entered the library.

“I found some flowers,” Jack yelped in excitement. Sam looked down and his brows furrowed slightly.

“Huh, didn’t know there were flowers growing around here,” Sam stated. “And you shouldn’t be leaving the bunker. It isn’t safe to go out alone,” Sam scolded.

“I’m going to give it to Y/N!” Jack had the biggest grin on his face, which spread onto Sam.

“She’s going to love it,” Sam assured watching Jack wander off. “They grow up so fast,” Sam whispered his joke to himself, getting back to his reading.

Jack walked into the kitchen knowing that you loved to spend your time there munching on snacks, however he was met with a very focused Dean. Jack’s shuffling drew Dean’s attention away from the sandwich that he was assembling over to him. Dean seemed a bit taken aback at the sight of the flowers, wondering where the hell he got those from.

“Hello, Dean.”

“What’s up?”

Jack looked at him questionably, peeking up at the ceiling.

“Well, the ceiling. And above that, I’m sure there are clouds, birds, possibly flying vehicles, and…”

“You know what? Forget I asked,” Dean shook his head grabbing his sandwich and walking out.

Jack’s eyes followed Dean’s figure until he was out of sight. Jack then proceeded his trek through the bunker to find his favorite person. He walked to your room to find you asleep. He stared at you before looking down at the flowers. He was a little conflicted on what to do. Should he wait till you woke up, leave the flowers for you to find, or should he wake you so he could present his offering? Jack pouted before walking out.

He sat in the hallways, his back pressed against the wall near your door. He still wasn’t sure what to do so he decided to just sit and wait. Staring at the flowers in his hands, he admired their simple beauty. They were red with yellow edges and a fuzzy middle.

“What are you doing?” You called out as you walked out the door, causing Jack to flinch with surprise.

“Y/N!” Jack smiled before jumping up to his feet. “How was your nap?” He asked.

“It was nice,” you grinned, “thanks for asking.”

“Oh, and I picked these for you.” Jack stretched out his arm slightly, giving you the flowers.

You looked at them taking note on how pretty they were. You were going to ask where he had gotten them from but knew that was just useless information. The main thing was that he had actually thought about you when he picked them.

A slight blush scattered onto your cheeks. For the spawn of the devil, he was such a sweet guy; definitely getting it all from his mother. Kelly Kline was one of the nicest people you had ever met, and it was nice to see that Jack took his mother’s side than his biological father. If his father was actually Castiel, you were certain that there would be no bad bone in his body. Jack, the 100% good boy. You giggled at the thought.

“What’s so funny?” Jack questioned, a smile etched on his face.

“This is a very sweet gesture. Thank you Jack.” You took the flowers from him and walked into your room again, Jack close behind.

“Your voice,” Jack started, you turned to him in curiosity of where this was going. “It’s nice. It reminds me of my mother,” he finished.

Somehow, your heart felt like it was swelling up. Jack had never met his mom face to face but the fact that he remembers her voice and he’s relating it to yours, felt like the biggest compliment. Kelly was kind, caring, sweet, optimistic, strong, and so much more. The fact that your voice could be ‘nice’ was strange to hear. You were a hunter; your voice was anything but nice. You’ve said some pretty nasty things in your life time.

“Thank you. Your mom, she… she was a really good person. You’re a good person.” You planted your hand on his cheek, caressing it gently with your thumb.

Jack closed his eyes relishing in the warmth of your touch. You couldn’t help but smile, admiring his delicate features. How could someone warm their way into your heart so quickly?

“Your hand is warm. I can feel the warmth all over my body,” he confessed.

“Good,” you beamed.

Flowers still in hand, you wrapped your arms around Jack’s neck which caught his full attention, his eyes opening to lock with yours. They were filled with question, yet were warm and calm. You licked your lips, catching his eyes watching the motion. Unable to stop yourself, you stood on your tipped toes and pressed your lips softly against him.

The kiss was short. Jack just continued to stare at you, his cheeks now red. His eyes drifted down back to your lips, wondering how it could feel so amazing. He could feel the tingly sensation it gave him shoot through his entire body, his heart beat picking up a bit, and he couldn’t stop thinking about how much he wanted you to do that again. Your lips were soft, warm, a little wet, and it overall felt… magical.

“What was that?” Jack breathed.

“Your first kiss,” you giggled. Jack smiled at the sweet sound. How he wanted to hear it again, after feeling your lips pressed to his again.

“I really liked that. Can we kiss again?” He questioned.


This time Jack leaned in, cupping your cheeks in his hands and kissed you. There was more pressure and it lasted longer. You instantly got lost, your hands pulling on the collar of his shirt to bring him closer. When he pulled away for air, your bodies were flushed against each other, the both of you red in the face.

“I like kissing,” Jack stated.

“You learned quick,” you winked, pulling away. “Now, let’s go to the kitchen so I can get a cup of water for my lovely flowers.

You and Jack walked through the halls when you met Sam and Dean in the library. Dean seemed to have been pacing around while Sam was sat by the table with his laptop in front of him.

“Hey,” you greeted.

“Hey, Y/N. Jack.” Sam called.

“Yeah, hey,” Dean shrugged.

“I like kisses,” Jack admitted, walking up to Dean with a huge smile. Your face went red.

Of course the guys were going to find out that you had given Jack’s first kiss, but you didn’t think they would find out immediately right after.

“E-excuse me?” Dean raised his brows and pushed his head forwards a little, unable to comprehend what Jack had just said. “Kissing? What’s that supposed to mean?” He was scowling now. “Y/N, did he kiss you? Did he force himself on you?” Dean spat with fury.

“N-no!” You shouted when you noticed Dean was about to reach under the table for the gun that was hidden there.

“Y/N, gave me my first kiss!” Jack chirped, as if it was nothing to be embarrassed about.

“What?” Dean and Sam snapped at the same time.

Before you could reply, Jack had grabbed Dean by the face and planted a kiss on his lips. Dean flinched away completely mortified. “What the hell?!” He shouted, starting to make gagging noises and wiping his mouth on his sleeves.

“It doesn’t feel very nice kissing you,” Jack frowned with confusion.

“Jack, that’s not how kisses work,” Sam choked, trying to keep his laughter at bay.

“Don’t you ever do that to me ever again, or so help me, God, I will kill you!” Dean spat, storming towards the kitchen, most likely to wash his mouth with soap.

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Summer Fling Part 10

Title: Summer Fling: Father Daughter Time

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 4,814

Warnings: Fluff, MECHANIC!DEAN, Minor Mention of Sex.

Summary: After months of struggling, an impulse decision puts you on the road from Sioux Falls to Lawrence Kansas, hoping that your father, Bobby Singer, will take you in for the summer.  A breath of fresh air. A change of scenery. But little did you know, this summer was going to change your life forever.

Summer Fling Masterlist

A/N: I hope y’all enjoy this part as much as I do! It’s one of my favourites. It would be wonderful if you could leave me some feedback. This series lives on it. I am also not responsible for dental bills. 


Your name: submit What is this?

August 1st.

You walked in the front door with the biggest grin spread across your cheeks. It was just after one thirty in the morning when Dean dropped you off from your exciting weekend together. A summer music festival a couple of cities over was too good to pass up and Dean managed to get tickets for the two of you. You spent the whole weekend together enjoying the summer sun. Your dad on the other hand, was going to be pissed at you for coming in this late. You probably would have been better off staying the night at Dean’s but you didn’t have any clothes for work in the morning.

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Stranger Things Fanfic: Wrong House

Summary: The Party has a plan to egg Troy’s house on Halloween, but they accidentally get Chief Hopper’s instead.  

Pairing: Mike/Eleven, Lucas/Max,

Universe: Slight!Au where Eleven is the adopted daughter of Hopper but she has no supernatural background, These Kids are Disasters in any universe. Pretend this Halloween is on a Friday night.

Word Count: 3k

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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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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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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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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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match-maker (t.h)

Originally posted by tommyhoelland2013

pairing ; tom holland x reader

words ; 1.4k

warnings ; swearing

summary ; when jacob lands the movie deal of a lifetime, he has to share at least one of the benefits with his best mate although tom’s never met an australian woman before and he’s about to have one hell of a time.

a/n: this is really shitting but idc and there is a time jump, so instead of 21 both tom and (y/n) are 24 years old :-)


7 years ago

Tom’s parents were sitting wide-eyed on the couch as they watched countless actresses and actors pass by in the most expensive gowning they could get their hands on. They had been sitting in the same position for the past hour watching continuously.

Tom had passed by her on his way to his room when he stopped in his tracks as he saw his mum and dad, now his three other brothers sitting around the t.v throwing popcorn in their mothers as the anxiously watched the screen like a hawk.

“Am I missing out on a family activity ?” Tom asked as he lifted an eyebrow at his family.

“We are watching The Oscars,” His mother replied without looking at him.

“You guys hardly watch award shows,” Tom exclaimed softly as he now rerouted his course to place himself beside his dad on the couch.

“Oh yes we know, but mum wanted to see if this girl won,” Sam spoke up as he peered towards his older brother.

“Thomas, she is simply perfect, her acting was flawless she deserves that bloody Oscar,” Nikki roared as she threw her hands into her lap and leaned in closer to the bright screen.

“What’s her name?” Tom asked again as he got comfortable against the navy lounge.

“(y/n) (y/l/n),” his dad said as he threw a piece of popcorn into his mouth.

“ The best part about it Tommy is that’s she’s your age,” Nikki squealed at the mere thought of her son dating the mysterious actress.

“No way, she can’t be,” Tom exclaimed wildly, feeling a small blush creep up onto his cheeks.

“100%, she was simply gorgeous in her movie, she deserves the win,” Nikki sighed, it seemed as if she was in love with this 17-year-old’s acting. Tom leaned further into the couch letting a loud breath leave his mouth when his mother slapped his arm harshly. “Look that’s her!” she almost screamed and Tom got up only to feel like he was going to fall back again.

(y/n) was wearing a long nude gown the went to the red carpet beneath her feet, trimming the inner body and sleeves were a navy lace that hugged her mature body. Her (h/c) hair had been pulled back in a slick ponytail and her (e/c) were adorned with glamorous make-up that made them pop. The one thing Tom noticed first was her Australian accent, it sent butterflies to his stomach. He’s heard a lot about Australian women, that they are extremely bubbly and extroverted and it looked like she was fitting in with that.

Tom had immediately felt his entire world crush in front of him as soon as he saw her on the t.v if he ever met her in person he was collapse into a pile of goo and stay there until someone else cleaned him up.

“Isn’t she pretty Tom?” his mum asked him but Tom’s eyes were still glued to her as she continued to talk about her nomination to a reporter. His Mum waved her feminine hand over tom’s adoring glare to towards the screen.

“Seems like he’s agreeing with you mum,” Sam chucked with a smirk as he peered up towards his older brother. His parents glanced at each other and warmly smiled before turning back to the awards ceremony.

Towards the later of the night, the family enjoyed some laughs and some heartbreaks as some of the rooting actors lost and some won. Finally, it came to the category the infamous (y/n) (y/l/n) was in.

The whole family sat in awe as the other names were read out by another famous actor. The massive stadium went silent as the waited for the winner to be called out. Tom was almost falling off his place on the couch and onto Paddy below him.

After the longest 20 seconds, her name was spoken through the microphone and the whole crowd went wild along with the family watching her.

(y/n) gripped her mother tightly before she started to click her way up to the podium, hugging some other actors on her way up. As she faced the crowd her make-up was slightly running down her soft face.

Tom had felt butterflies erupt in his stomach as soon as her perfect lips open to thank her parents, the director and her agent. He watched in awe as (y/n)continued to thank everyone while she was hiccuping through small tears. Tom couldn’t help his own lips to curve up into a smile.

He knows he will never forget that girl for as long as he lives.


present day

Tom’s hair ruffled through the familiar cold winds of England during winter. He sat on one of the even colder metal chairs on his hotel balcony which has a spectacular view of the countryside.

His blonde-haired best friend sat just across from him. Harrison had his nose stuck in a book Tom had never heard of, every time he asks Harrison about why he bought the stupid thing he just replies with ‘saleswomen are scary,.’

Tom, on the other hand, was doing one of his favourite activities ever, checking his phone. He uses the word checking quite loosely, the time period more consists of him playing pointless video games until he gave up.

They were in the country as Jacob had just landed a movie deal that he says will boost his career, aside from Spiderman and asked his friends to come with him to the English set. Both happily complied as it gave them a chance to see their families earlier and Tom had no movies he had to do at that time.

Both boys were enjoying the serenity of their surroundings when Harrison’s phone erupted in loud ringing noises. Quickly He placed the phone up to his ear and started the conversation. Tom sat there looking up to his assistant waiting for the problem Jacob was having. When out of now where Harrison placed the phone on the small table and tapped the speaker button.

“Okay, you’re on speaker,” Harrison spoke shortly.

“Okay, okay” Jacob sounded out of breath and excited at the same time. “So you know that actress that won when she was like 17 or something,” as soon that sentence left Jacob lips Tom’s interest peaked and he quickly threw his phone on the table on leaned into the device. “(y/n) (y/l/n) it is,” and that’s what sent off the butterflies in his stomach.

“Yeah what about her,” Harrison asked as his eyebrow perked up.

“You guys just need to get down on set stat,” Jacob spoke harshly before hanging up immediately. Tom and Harrison peered up at each other, and not a split second later Tom and Harrison raced out of their hotel building and down the street to the set Jacob was working.

They passed a lot of people, set designer, stunt choreographers and even producers were running around.

Jacob was waving his arms frantically to catch their attention, finally, they both caught onto their friend looking like an insane person.

“That was quick,” Jacob huffed, Tom noticed that his mate was wearing quite tight clothing, in his mind, it looked like he had just left a rave or massive drug party. Harrison caught onto it as well as he started to giggle softly. “I have to wear it, shut up,” Jacob spoke harshly giving the blonde a cold stare

“Why are we here Jacob, you should be working,” Tom exclaimed softly as he gazed around the set.

“Almost forgot, thanks, Tommy,” Jacob winked at him, “You might want to readjust right now Tom,” Jacob turned to face him again as his brown eyes travelled down to his area. Tom threw it off as he stood his ground as Jacob started to search the crowd.

“(y/n)!” Jacob shouted out, and with that Tom was frozen in shock.

There she was in all her glory as she slowly strutted towards the trio.

'Fuck, I’m in deep shit,’ was all Tom could think.


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Imagine being roommates with Dean since you were in college and now sharing a house.

“Good morning!” Dean grinned at you as you walked down the stairs. You however kept a straight face, lips pursed and didn’t utter a word to the man instead walked past him and towards the fridge to get something to eat.

“Well- thanks for asking I slept great!” Dean put on a fake happy smile and you only sent him a death glare before going back to searching for something to eat, not saying a word to him anymore.

He sighed before placing a plate of pancakes on the table “I made breakfast for you too, I’m not going to eat it all by myself you know. Come on.” he said more softly but as tempting as those pancakes looked you still were too angry at him.

“(Y/n) come on.” his voice was laced with regret “You know I didn’t do it on purpose.”

At this you couldn’t help but snap at him “Oh really? Tell me Dean, how is you banging a girl on my bed without locking the door happening by accident?!” you hissed and he cringed slightly.

“I told you we got a little carried away, and I didn’t realize we were walking right into your room. You know how one thing leads to another and we just-”

“Enough alright!” you snapped cutting him off “I fought the entire night to get the fucking images out of my mind and the sounds you two were making was not helping at all!” you slammed the fridge shut and Dean didn’t say a word for a moment.

“I’m sorry” he mumbled afer a long pause.

“For the love of, stop saying you’re sorry! We both know you’re not Dean!” you fumed, bumping shoulders with him as you decided to leave the kitchen. Just the memory of the previous night made your stomach turn and the thought of food was completely unappealing.

At this point you at least werent talking about the fact that he was banging the chick on your bed but the fact that he was with her in the first place. You thought that by now he’d have realized that he meant more than just a normal roommate would but he had no idea.

You had been best friends ever since you were little and when you went to college you decided it would be fun to share a room. Being roommates with Dean Winchester seemed like a dream coming true because of the perks it had, one of which was being able to see him shirtless or out of the shower with just a towel very often without it being weird because you had walked in on him or something. That along with the occasional bed sharing was all you’d ever need.

What are you doing?” a voice was heard behind you with a chuckle as you let a small whine, turning around to face the person. Not that you didn’t know who it was already.

What does it look like? Am ‘bout to sleep.” you mumbled sleepily; having spent the entire day on the library for your project really took a toll on you.

He laughed shaking his head, as you couldn’t help but admire the way his muscles flexed when he wore that black shirt and came to sit next to your laying form “On my bed?” he smirked as you paused for a moment; taking a look around you.

Oops” you mumbled, shrugging but still too tired to move.

You’re so fucking adorable.” he mumbled, running a hand through your hair; tucking a few strands behind your ear and a small smile tugged at your lips. If only you had gotten a look on the expression on his face you would certainly be blushing.

Come on-” he whispered in a low voice “Scoot over.”

D” you mumbled “I’m too tired-”

I’m not asking you to get up, beans.” he chuckled, helping you move “Just move a little bit.” he said and willed yourself to move just a few inches as you shortly afterwards felt the bed dip and Dean lay next to you.

You could sleep on my bed you know, don’t have a problem.” you mumbled yawning and he chuckled, shaking his head.

Nah I’d much rather be here, it’s the most comfortable place on Earth for me from every aspect.” he whispered and you felt a kiss on your forehead. You opened your eyes just a little bit to look at him, your heart skipping a beat at how beautiful he looked under the moonlight.

Your bed?” you whispered and he grinned softly.

Your arms.” he replied and you grinned softly, feeling your cheeks heat up as you slowly snuggled closer to him, moving your head to rest it on his chest as he wrapped his arms firmly around you.

You’re such a softie, you know that roomie?” you mumbled and his chest vibrated as he laughed.

Only for my roomie.” he said with a small grin and you only sighed in content, tangling your legs with his.

I love you, you know that?” you whispered in the haze of your almost sleep.

I know” his voice sounded more serious “I love you too.”

After some time you decided to rent a small house to be more comfortable, which was a bit of disappointment because you no longer shared a room and you didn’t have the excuse you used to but still was great because- who wouldn’t want to wake up to Dean Winchester cooking breakfast for them every morning?

But of course there came the drawbacks as well. Such as him bringing girls over at night, something he didn’t do before because you were in the bed right next to his. However this mere problem was enough to set you on edge and make you angry for the rest of the week if not month.

“What? (Y/n)- (Y/n)!” he shouted after you as he rushed to catch up with you “(Y/n), wait damn it!”

“What Dean, what?!” you screamed in his face, not caring at all. You’ve had enough with him. It was one thing watching him flirt with other women but bringing them over to your shared house? You weren’t going to tolerate that.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he breathed out watching your expression, studying you.

“Of course you don’t know, do you?” you huffed, rolling your eyes with a shake of your head.

“What am I supposed to know (Y/n)?” he frowned deeply and huffed.

“Doesn’t matter Dean, doesn’t matter.” you shook your head with a sigh finally more tired than angry at him.

“No!” he grabbed your arms and made you face him again “I apologized for sleeping in your bed with her but I explained it was a mistake yet you still are angry at me. It’s not about it, is it?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. You tell me (Y/n).” he crossed his arms over his chest “Are you… are you jealous?”

“Wh-what?!” your voice rose an octave as he only kept a stern look on his face. Stern but expecting, as if he was almost eager to hear your answer.

“Why would I be jealous?”

“I don’t know.” he shrugged softly “You are the one that should tell me.” he said more softly and you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“No Dean.” you pursed your lips “I shouldn’t be the one to tell you. You should be the one to tell- from the first fucking moment! You’ve known me for years, for years Dean, you know everything about me. Hell you know what I will do before I even think about doing it yet you are so fucking blind when it comes to this that it infuriates me! Yes, that’s what makes me angry the most. But if you are such a fucking idiot and won’t see it- I am not going to tell you the truth. You figure it out yourself!” you growled, pushing him away as he stared at you with what could be only described as a hurt expression.

“(Y/n)-” he started softly but the glare you shot him made him press his lips in a thin line.

“No, you don’t get to (Y/n) me!” you pointed a finger at him “If you want it to be this way Winchester then so be it! Go sleep with all of my coworkers in my room for all I care. If you can’t see what my problem really is… there is no point of living in the same house whatsoever.” you breathed out, shaking your head.


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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Stiles Stilinski Imagine- Save Me Dumbass

Request- Oh my word I love your writing! Could I request a Stiles imagine where the reader and him go on like a cute date but then the reader gets kidnapped and is just really sarcastic with her captures and Stiles and Scott try and save the reader in the most unconventional and hilarious ways possible. P.S. I love your writing.

Author’s Note- First of all, thank you love. This request was a really cute concept, so warning it is pretty long. I hope you enjoy x

You ran out to Stiles’ jeep on your driveway. “Hey beautiful” he beamed as you opened the door and sat down. “Hey handsome” you returned, clipping in your seatbelt. “So what did you chose for date night?” you asked, as he took the jeep off park. “A drive in movie” he smiled. “Good choice” you nod, as he began to drive. When you arrived it was an abnormally busy day there, I guess it was because tickets were half price due to it closing down within the next few months. “What film is showing?” you asked, staring at all the people walking around with popcorn, drinks and snacks. “It’s Taken 2″ Stiles answered, after the lady passed you your tickets. You picked a space and reversed into it. You then both climbed out with all your stuff and set up in the back of the jeep. Stiles had packed blankets, pillows, food and even fairy lights to hang up. “You’re cute” you whispered. “I know” he winked playfully. You rolled your eyes and he kissed your forehead. You watched the film curled into your boyfriend’s chest, that was until you decided to need the bathroom. “I’ll walk you up there” Stiles offered. “It’s fine, plus when we get back people would have taken all of your cute stuff” you said climbing out. “I don’t care about my fairy lights, I care about you” he pouted, like a puppy. “Well I do, and I promise I’ll be back in five minutes tops” you sounded adamant. “Okay, well be safe” Stiles said hesitantly, not being able to hide his concern. “I will” you smiled sweetly, kissing him and walking off.

You hadn’t even walked four steps when your phone started to blow up with notifications. ‘You okay?’, ‘No guys are looking at you are they?’ ‘Tell them I have a bat and a werewolf best friend’ ‘Y/n you better reply I’m panicking’ . You stood still and turned around. “Stiles you can literally still see me” you shouted. “Just making sure” he called back. You shook your head and laughed, before continuing on your journey. You and Stiles text back and forth the whole way there, because he wanted to make sure you were completely safe. ‘I’m going into the bathroom now, I’ll text you the second I’m out’. ‘Okay baby’. The toilets were packed when you got in there, but once you came out of the stall they were completely empty. You washed your hands and dried them on your clothes, to get out of there as quick as you could. You couldn’t deny that something didn’t quite feel right. You got outside and reached for your phone in your back pocket. You started to text your boyfriend, when you felt like someone was watching you. ‘I’m on my way bac-’ you started to type, before you felt someone grab your shoulder firmly. You instantly turned around to see a hooded and masked figure, you also noticed that there was no longer people walking around, as it was now the climax of the film. “But it’s date night” you whined to yourself, being no stranger to the bad in Beacon Hills. You weren’t exactly terrified, as you’d come face to face with tons of supernatural creatures by now, and a kidnapper was hardly the scariest. Stiles must have seen that you had been ‘typing’ on the chat for a while, so he called you out of concern, which the capturer’s attention was automatically drawn to, giving you enough time to elbow him In the dick and run. You ran to the closest staff car park, which was a lot darker and quieter because no one was around. You ducked behind a car, realising that there was more than one kidnapper looking for you. You turned your phone onto silent and dimmed the brightness, before calling Stiles. “Are you okay, where are you?” he immediately answered. “There are about three masked people looking for me- and I’m in the staff car park” you whispered into your phone. “Okay I’m coming, don’t panic and just stay on the phone to me okay” you could hear the own panic in his voice, yet he tried to remain calm to not worry you. “Okay” you breathed. You looked under the car to see if you could see their feet, as they looked for you, and whatever Stiles was saying became blurred as you couldn’t see any of them. You stood up slowly and turned around, ready to make another run for it. “Oh shit- you scared me” you couldn’t help but add the sarcastic comment at the end, as you came face to face with them all. They covered your mouth with tape and shoved an empty pillow case over your head, before shoving you in the trunk of a car. Just great.

They must have sedated you or something, because the next thing you knew, you were waking up in the middle of an empty warehouse, on like the sixth floor up. You opened your eyes, seeing you were tied to a chair by your wrists. Shortly after that, you let out a small splutter. “What’s so funny?” one of the people spoke, feeling mocked. “It’s just very cliché” you criticised, with a smirk. “Someone has balls” the one that grabbed you said (the first capturer). “Clearly bigger than yours” you commented with a fake pout, referring to how he groaned like a little bitch earlier. “I like her” the third spoke, which you now knew was female. “Why don’t you take your masks off then, and we can become better acquainted”  you smiled falsely. “No can do I’m afraid, boss’ orders” the second male spoke. “And what would your boss want with me?” you asked, furrowing your brows. “You know if I was in your position, I’d be a lot nicer and do a lot of begging and less of the sarcastic comments” the first taunted. You stuck your finger up at him, with the little mobility you had and mouthed the words ‘Fuck You’, before looking back to the others for answers. Which caused the two of them to laugh, and for him to storm out like a child, slamming the warehouse door shut. “All we know is that we have to keep you here, until someone of more value comes along” the girl shrugged. Their boss clearly knows about your supernatural friends, and rather your capturers know a lot more than they’re making out, or their boss has genuinely sent them in blind, to see what Scott and the pack are really capable of. “So I’m the bait?” you quickly asked, not wanting to give too much away. “I guess you could say that” he spoke. The next few hours were torture, simply because you were that fucking bored. They didn’t ask questions, no interrogation, hell you were even waiting for a physical altercation to have something to do. The only fun you had, came from bullying the first capturer, who had stormed off a total of ten times because you were so mean to him. The worst part was that you couldn’t even try to save yourself with the training Allison had given you, because literally all they did was sit and watch your every move all day. You could blink and one of them would jump up, gun at the ready. Luckily the first capturer didn’t have a gun, like the other two, because you certainly wouldn’t have left unharmed.

Meanwhile, Scott and Stiles were having a lot more of a ‘productive’ day than yourself. I say ‘productive’ as they weren’t really getting anywhere, but the pair of them were really trying. Bless them. They didn’t want to involve the rest of the pack or Stiles’ dad yet, until they at least knew more information. Which of course they didn’t have, because the people that took you were clearly a new threat to the pack- and partially because they were acting like nervous wrecks. Stiles had stripped his murder board and replaced it with your case. In other words all he had done was place a picture of you an him together, with a string attaching it to a terrible drawing of three stick people. Scott on the other hand, was sitting on the bed searching the bestiary for answers. Which of course, would have been no help what so ever. “There’s nothing about a kidnapping creature that hunts in threes” Scott finally concluded, shutting it. “So maybe they’re not even supernatural?” Stiles suggested. They looked at each other intensely for a second, before both brushing it off and saying “Nahh” in unison. In the pair of their minds, anything surrounding the crime in Beacon Hills was supernatural based. “I could try and track her by scent” Scott suddenly remembered he was a werewolf. “You don’t have to” Stiles suddenly remembered. He grabbed his phone off his desk and waved it at Scott. “You’re going to call her?” Scott asked, confused. “No, I’m going to track her phone” he corrected, as if Scott should have known. “You have a tracking device on her phone Stiles?” he asked, judging his best friend’s overprotective and concerning behaviour. “I have a tracking device in all of your phones- Scott we all agreed to it months ago” Stiles stated. “Oh yeah” he nod his head, recalling the pack meeting on it. “To the jeep” Stiles shouted, very hyperactively. “Never say that again” Scott commented, trailing behind him.

“My boyfriend will find me” you said smugly, fishing for conversations to cure your boredom more than anything. “Good luck with that” one of them retort. “He will” you couldn’t help but have the last word. “Do you still have that tape?” the first capturer spoke again. “And he’s going to destroy you” you carried on. “Your boyfriend wont do shit” he said, getting into your face. “Well I certainly will” you bit back. He hovered confused above you for a second, that was before you forcefully kicked him in the balls, causing him to drop to the ground in pain this time. You smirked and raised your eyebrows, and the other two couldn’t help but laugh. He then stood up angrily (Still holding his balls) and grabbed the gun out of the girl’s hand. “No don't” the other male shouted, stepping in front of you. “If you kill her now, without getting whoever the fuck we’re supposed to be luring here, we wont get paid” he spoke In a low voice, which you managed to just about hear. “Yeah you cant kill me, I’m the bait” you smiled both sarcastically and smugly. He reluctantly gave the gun to the second capturer, who then passed it back to the girl. ‘You’re screwed’ you mouthed, so only the first capturer could see, after realising that they didn’t know anything about your supernatural friends. He clenched his fists and breathed, you were relying on Scott and Stiles because you knew that motherfucker wouldn’t hesitate to kill you.

“The signal ends here” Scott pointed out, staring at the locater on Stiles’ phone. He then pulled up into the empty car park and the two of them hopped out, slamming the doors shut. The sound of that echoed into the windows of the warehouse, alerting them of the arrival. “We’ve got company” the girl said, as her and the second capturer made their way to glance out the window. You squinted your eyes shut for a moment, out of their stupidity. When you opened your eyes, the first capturer was standing there with a cocky expression, he mouthed the words ‘show time’ to you, before joining the others to look out the window- and grabbing the girl’s gun once again. Meanwhile Scott and Stiles stood by the jeep oblivious, they picked up your smashed phone from the floor. “Maybe she’s in there” Scott suggested, as they looked at the large warehouse. “Nahh” they both said in unison once again. “That’s what they want us to think” Stiles said wisely, as they both went to get back into the jeep. All of a sudden, one gun shot was let off. “Stiles!” you screamed, not being able to see what was happening. You then began to pull against your restraints desperately. “Omg” Stiles said in shock, as Scott pulled out the bullet from his own arm. He turned to look up at the window, his eyes glowing bright red. “What The Fuck” the second capturer said in disbelief. “GET THE FUCKING DOOR” the first kidnapper shouted, while continuing to shoot at the pair of them from the window. The other two then ran and stood facing the door, the girl stood defenceless behind the second guy. The first capturer quickly joined them, after Scott had managed to make it to the building effortlessly. You had managed to cut one of your restraints, and were now tugging at the much tighter second one, when the door burst open. You couldn’t look, all you heard was the sound of gunshots, growling, and bodies flying around the room. You then turned to see Scott standing, looking down at the three of them on the floor. You breathed in relief, and then your eyes widened when you couldn’t see your stupid, wreckless, irrational, smart, loving, sweet boyfriend. That was until he stumbled into the room a few seconds later, completely out of breath, “Sorry, he got up all of those stairs a lot quicker than me” he spoke slowly between breaths. You looked at him and shook your head, “Save me dumbass” you interrupted. He then came over and untied your other restraint, before helping you up. “You found me” you then smiled at him sweetly. “Because I love you” he replied, cupping your cheeks and pulling you into a passionate kiss. “I helped” Scott interrupted jokingly. You and Stiles pulled away and smiled at each other adoringly. “And come here you” you turned around and pulled Scott into a hug. That’s when you saw the first capturer half standing up, attempting to raise his gun to shoot Scott. Stiles must have clocked on because before you knew it, Stiles had made his way over to him. “Where are you going?” he asked, punching him in the face, knocking him back over. Which low-key turned you on, because who doesn’t fancy badass Stiles? “Who sent you?” Scott asked, as you also made your way over to him. He simply let out a laugh through his bloody mouth, and spat on he ground to show his lack of respect. “Asshole!” you muttered, punching him in the mouth, knocking him out cold. Which low-key turned Stiles on, because who doesn’t fancy badass Y/n?

The three of you climbed into the jeep. “Thanks again dad” Stiles said out of his window. “I’ll take them in for questioning, I’ll help you guys write up your police statements later, with alterations I assume” The Sherriff nodded, relating to the supernatural parts the three of you will need to edit out. “Thanks” the three of you said In unison, as Stiles started the jeep. “So is that all they said, their boss is after one of us?” Scott asked, as you began to drive away. “Yeah, that’s all” you said in agreement, after telling them both all that had happened. “Looks like we’ll need to do some research, and call for a pack meeting” Scott suggested. “Tomorrow then” Stiles said. “Why not tonight?” Scott asked. “Because me and my girlfriend here, have a date night we need to compensate for” Stiles grinned, causing you to smile. “Oh I see-” Scott laughed. It had been one of the weirdest days of your life, and one you were surely never going to forget, you were glad to have such great friends and a perfect boyfriend to stay with you. No matter how completely and utterly stupid they can be, you wouldn’t change them for the world.

Sorry its long I know, and sorry if the request didn’t turn out as funny as you would have wanted, but I sort of ran away with the plot x

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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Partners in Crime

 Author: @redstringlovers

Characters: Theo x reader

Request: So this was from a prompt list which you can find here. The prompt was “You’re one hell of a girl” and “You’re one hell of a guy” with a character of my choice.

Warnings: tiny swearing and fluff

Word count: 2,534 words

A/N: Did Sammie actually write a fic that doesn’t involve DOB? Why yes, yes she did :) Thanks to the anon for requesting this and @susybird for proofreading as always! Hope you guys like it! Let me know what you think :)

Originally posted by puxlineel

“Where is she?” Theo barges in through Scott’s house, anger showing on his face.

“Theo, calm down-“ Theo pushes Liam out the way and looks to Scott.

“Don’t ever tell me to calm down. You guys were supposed to be watching her.”

“And we were! Look, we don’t know how she got taken okay? Everything was secure.”

“Yeah, well clearly we have two totally different meanings of ‘secure’ Scott.” Theo runs his fingers through his hair, letting out a big sigh before sitting down.

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Not my daughter, Satans spawn! ~Jack x Reader imagine

This was requested by @lovely-wagner

I hope you like it!

Warnings: overprotective father! Dean, so probably a bit swearing but also fluff!

Originally posted by faramaiofnerdwoodforest

“I won’t discuss this with you, Y/N, you stay away from that kid or so help me God!” Your father, Dean, yelled angrily. You loved your father and respected him, no doubt, but sometimes he was just so annoyingly overprotective it hurts.

“But dad, I.. He’s just a kid like uncle Sam said.” You tried defend Lucifer’s child but no matter what you said, he wouldn’t listen anyway.

“I said NO. Don’t ask any more question and go to your room! ” he shouted again.

Your head sank and you just quietly nodded, what other choice did you have anyway?

As you made your way to your room, you saw Jack sitting on the couch, reading a book. And you couldn’t help but stand there and watch him. He was so innocent and curious about everything. You looked around you and gladly your dad wasn’t anywhere to be seen. You debated whether you should talk to him or not but before you could even decide you heard Jacks young voice. “Hello. You are.. You are Y/N right? The daughter of Dean. ” he stated.

You gave him a shocked look. You didn’t quiet expected him to talk to you and normally you needed some time to prepare, before you talked to people. It was clear and you hated to admit it but you were unbearably shy.

“I -uhm uuuh… Yea, yes. I’m - I’m y/n. ” you stuttered quietly. Firstly he just stared at you, which you found kind of weird and scary? Somehow, yes, scary.

“I like you.” He suddenly blurted out. “Wh- what?” You gasped and he stood up to come closer to you. The young nephilim was rather small, compered to your uncle Sam, but he was so much taller than you. Also, compared to Sam, you we’re a dwarf. Which actually was your nickname given by Crowley. And so you also liked to call Sam ‘uncle moose’.

Anyway, this sudden close-ish ness, made you feel uncomfortable and you tried to look anywhere but to him.

“I like you.” He repeated, as if it was the most common thing to say to a stranger. “I think you are… What do you say.. Pretty? Beautiful! That’s what it was. ” he said cheerily.

“OK, what do you guys think you’re doing here? ” your fathers voice suddenly rang from behind you.

You looked at jack in horror, afraid of what your father would do if he knew what the boy just said.

“I- I’m sorry, dad, I was- I was just asking jack, what he’s reading. I am sorry, I was just cu- curious. ” you lied.

He gave first you then jack a dangerous glare. And Jack seemed to understand, why you lied.

“Okay. I might believe you.. Just… Just go to your room now, princess. ” he said before giving jack another glare and leaving then.

You sighted and the boy gave you a glad smile. “Thank you. Your father doesn’t seem to like me. ” he said first relieved then sad. “He… He just wants to protectme.. I guess..” You said fact of matterly. “Uuh.. Good night Jack! ” you smiled shyly before leaving the young nephilim, not knowing that he was in awe of your beauty.

#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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Don’t Tell Sam

Request/Summary:  @winchesters-favorite-girl ‘s 31 days of halloween challenge - october 27, ‘sneaking out’

Pairings: sister!winchester x sam, sister!winchester x dean

Words: a lot like 2145 ish

Warnings: tiny bit of swearing, mentions of underage drinking, bit of sexual harassment & bit of violence

Specific time/Important info: reader is a teenager

i’ve never really wrote anything like this before so it isn’t the greatest thing in the world but hey ho i tried

You had a strange relationship with Halloween. On one hand, it was a time to have fun and eat candy. On the other, it didn’t feel quite right to see people dress up as the monsters you knew weren’t quite as harmless as the people wearing the costumes. But you tried to think less about the latter, and more about eating all the chocolate you could get your hands on.

This year was no exception. Like always, a group of kids in your year at school were holding another halloween party for the entire grade. Like always, you wanted to go, and be with your friends who went every year, and eat too much sugar that’ll make you vomit, and listen to music that’s too loud, and pretend to be normal so you can just fit in. Like always. Dean didn’t have a problem with it. But like always, Sam refused to even consider letting you go. 

“Sammy, please. C’mon- I’ve got straight As at school, I never go against you, I always help do the research for a hunt. Do I not deserve this one night? I promise I won’t do anyth-”


“But Sam, you say this every year. And every year I do what you ask, I just want this one time to h-”

“I said no.”

“Please, Samm-”

“Y/n. You can either stop this and go about your day, or you can carry on arguing and stay in your room for the rest of the day. The choice is yours.” He left the library mumbling something about ‘teenagers’ as you turned to your left, dragging a hand to rub the back of your neck. Sam wasn’t usually like this - in fact, it was only really in October when he got this way. Every year near Halloween, his research into local cases got ten times harder because of all the pranks and fake stories spread around towns. You couldn’t blame him for being a little more stressed out than usual.

“Enjoy the show, De?”

“Honestly, I had a great time.” Your brother smirked as you dragged yourself to the chair next to him. “You know, he’s just worried about you, Y/n/n. Neither of us want anything bad to happen to you.”

You looked at your brother. “No- I know, I get it. It’s just.. I mean, you of all people should get where I’m coming from.” You paused slightly. “Wait. You are on my side, aren’t you?”

“You already know I am.” You looked at him hopefully. “But you know he’ll never let me convince him to let you go tonight.”

You frowned slightly. “It was worth a shot,” you started to get out of your chair.

“However, you may or may not feel so sick that you have to stay alone in your room all night,” you looked at your brother like he had two heads, “and I may or may not take Sam out to pick up some food at 7:30, so there may or may not be 15 minutes tonight when nobody but you is in the bunker, and there may or may not be somebody stopping you from doing whatever you so wish to do.”

You looked at your big brother with weary yet thankful eyes.

“I’d have wanted to do the same thing at your age. And we both know I’m not necessarily the best role model for shit like this. Just stay safe, alright? No funny business with anyone, you hear? And, for the love of God, don’t drink any alcohol while you’re there.”

You raised your eyebrows at that last one.

“I’m serious - I know how rich that sounds coming from me. But please, Y/n.”

“You have my word.”

As you hurried out of the library, you shot an extremely grateful “Thank you!” at Dean. You didn’t have the time to stay - you had an outfit to figure out. Besides, you didn’t want to infect Dean with your sickness.





Each minute was slower than the one before it. What felt like hours had barely been seconds; it didn’t matter now, though. You were in your outfit (you ripped up an old shirt that Sam had given you so you could be a gore-less zombie), Sam and Dean were currently in the Impala, and your friend was on her way to pick you up. You were about to spend a night surrounded by your friends and dancing to your favourite songs. What could go wrong?

A lot. 

A lot could go wrong. As you stood down the street from the party, tears threatening to fall down your cheeks, you gripped tightly onto your brother’s shirt. Sam was right. Deep down, you knew he would’ve been since you first mentioned your plans for tonight. But you just wanted this one time to prove him wrong, to prove that you could be responsible, to prove to your friends that you were just like them. 

The party had been fine when you first got there. Yes, there was alcohol. No, you didn’t drink any of it. Although you wanted to fit in, you wanted to keep you promise more. You filled a red solo cup with diet coke and entered the room of sweaty teenagers and overpowering music. You and your friends found a fairly empty corner and danced with each other. For once, you were actually having fun. Were. Everything was going fine at first, but you couldn’t help the fact that all the underage drinking around you was making you feel quite uncomfortable. You obviously knew it’d happen, and it wasn’t the drinking itself that made you feel uneasy - it was how it made some people feel like their actions were okay.

Teenage boys + a seemingly bottomless cup? Not always the greatest combination. Some of them weren’t so bad - in fact, the group dunk guys in the middle of the room screaming the lyrics to Beyonce’s ‘Single Ladies’ only improved the night. What made it worse, however, was the boy (whose name you didn’t even know) who thought that it’d still be a good idea to grind on you after you politely, and then maybe not so politely, asked him to stop over and over and over again. You attempted to step around him to get to the bathroom. He didn’t like that.

He grabbed your chest. “Where do you think you’re going, babe?”

Your eyes grew wide and you shoved him off of you. Anger poured into your veins and you couldn’t help but feel vulnerable. He smirked. Without thinking twice, you brought your foot up to his shin and rushed past him. You should’ve listened to your brother.

Feeling like you were trapped in a labyrinth, you eagerly pushed past everyone. You needed to get out into the fresh air and away from whoever the boy was. When you got through the front door, you were met with a sparsely crowded front yard which left you slightly relieved. At least if he followed you, he couldn’t do anything. Although there were fewer people outside than in, anything he did would be a lot more obvious - he wouldn’t have the guts to do it.. right? 

Wrong. He stormed through the door almost straight after you and his face reflected something that was anything but happy. Fuck. He squared up to you, trying to make himself seem as intimidating as possible. It worked. You didn’t want them to, but your hands began to shake as soon as you looked the stranger in the eye. 

“Think you’re funny? Doing that in front of everyone?” His words slurred so badly that you struggled to piece together what he was saying. You opened your mouth to try and formulate a response, but the wind was knocked out of you before any noise could leave your lips. Pain simultaneously spread from your cheek and your gut and you doubled over. ‘All of this,’ you thought to yourself, ‘because I didn’t want to dance.’

He left almost instantly. Not because of guilt. Not because of shame. But because a friend had called him back inside because he was ‘missing out’.

You were disgusted. You wanted to cry, scream, shout at the people watching. You wanted to, but you didn’t. You couldn’t. They’d just say you were overreacting. So you left.

You walked as far as the street would take you, until you could no longer hear the music from the house. You reached in your pocket, pulled out your phone and dialed Dean’s number. When he picked up, you kept your voice as calm as possible whilst you told him the name of the road and the small store you were stood in front of. He asked what had happened - his big brother instincts instantly taking over - and he knew you were lying the second you opened you mouth. You were about to hang up. “J-just please, don’t tell Sam.” You pressed the red button.

The sight of Baby pulling up tipped you off the edge. The tears you’d tried so hard to keep back fell down your face. In seconds, Dean was out of the car and engulfing you in a hug. 

“I’m so sorry, De. I promise I-I didn’t drink, it wasn’t my fault.”

“Shh, sh, y/n/n. It’s okay.” He was silent for a moment. “I’m sorry.”

Your eyebrows furrowed.

“He heard the call.”

You turned your head to the Impala, and sitting in the passenger seat was no other than Sam Winchester. Your heart dropped further into your chest and more tears spilled from your eyes.

You got into the car, pulled your knees to your chest and refused to make eye contact with anyone. The silence surrounding you lasted until the end of the street.

“Tell us what happened.” The voice was emotionless. 

“Sammy,” Dean could clearly see that you were distressed. As much as he wanted to know what had happened and why you were in such a state, he was aware that right now probably wasn’t the best time to ask.

“What? She’s big enough to go against the one thing I asked of her, so she’s big enough to tell us why she’s upset.”



You glanced at the older brother and saw that his knuckles were turning white. “Sam, I get that you’re pissed. I know that I shouldn’t have encouraged her to go and I know that you’re angry. But shut the hell up. Y/n should have listened to you, but she didn’t and there’s nothing you can do to change that. Our sister is obviou-”

“He came over to me. I-I don’t even know his name, but he was drunk,” you interrupted their argument, “a-and he started touching me. I didn’t like it so I told him to stop. B-but he wouldn’t listen.”

The car was deadly silent. 

“I-I kicked him, hard. In the shin. And I ran away from him but he followed me and he, h-he was angry. He shouted at me and slapped me and punched me and” you couldn’t hold it together anymore. Voice cracks turned into sobs, tear drops became floods. By the time you’d finished talking, Dean was parking the car at the bunker. You chanced a look up at Sam, fully expecting him to be staring straight ahead. His eyes were locked on you, his mouth parted slightly. Your brother’s eyes were full of pity and sorrow, and still a little bit of anger.

“I’m so, so sorry Sammy.”

Dean lifted you up, kissed your head, and took you inside. He tried to take you to your room; you refused. You didn’t want to sleep yet - your mind was still racing. You asked if it was okay for you to stay in the library for a couple of hours, and he said yes. Before he put you down, he held onto you for a few moments. Despite not making a sound, you heard every word he wanted to say. 

You didn’t sit alone for very long. The other Winchester knew where you’d be and decided to sit next to you. You weren’t mad. You didn’t know what you felt, but you knew you weren’t upset with your brother. He’d just been trying to help you and you just assumed that you knew better. Your hand rested on the table silently, and his reached up to join it. You couldn’t help the way it flinched away, in something that was almost like fear. You could almost feel your brother’s heart crack next to you. You hated this. You hated the way you were too scared to talk. You hated the way you felt some sort of fear towards your brother. You hated the way you had become so weak in such little time.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too.”

damn this is so rushed and i feel like i ruined it even more with the ending but i had no idea what else to put bc my other ending idea just felt even worse but y’know what we’re gonna roll with it, thank you so much to everyone who read this far & thank you to @winchesters-favorite-girl for letting me take part in your challenge :)

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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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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Word Count: 365
Parings: Dean x Reader
Warnings:  fluff
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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.