*Note: I know Javi had been deemed bisexual (and I’m hella stoked bc of that, Jesus is bae, Javi is bae, they’re both bae) but I am only comfortable with writing fem!readers so I’m sorry for any who don’t like that in advance.
Knowing that season 3 had more Clementine before they re-wrote makes me so happy because I love Clem, but I’m really not about having another season centered around her. The writers made the right decision when they changed things around (it wasn’t perfect but it was pretty good). I really love the Garcia’s and their story and enjoyed the change.
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.Miss the beginning?
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.
Hoo boy, I’m probably gonna get a lot of shit for this. I…actually like Gabe from the New Frontier. Hell, I hope he survives. He and Kate both! I know it’s unlikely for her to end up alive but I was actually starting to like her. Honestly, I hope the survivors at the end of the final episode will be Clem, Javi, AJ, Gabe, and
(if it’s possible)
The only major character that really died this season so far was Mari. Maybe it’ll be another Christa situation with AJ but I hope that’s not the case, even though I don’t hardly care about him…but it’d be nice to have a character stay alive for more than a season other than Clementine.
I’m pretty sure we all hope Clementine survives, but a lot of people in the fandom hate “what’s going on between her and Gabe”. I don’t. I couldn’t care less. In fact, I actually kinda ship it. I’m not usually one for hetero ships but it’s not like I want Gabe to die.
Just because Clem’s never had a lover before, doesn’t mean she can’t have one in the future. If something “riot worthy” happens in episode five that involves Gabe and Clem, the fandom’s whining and screaming isn’t gonna change anything. It didn’t change anything before. If it did, characters like Luke and Nick and Omid and Lee would still be alive.
I don’t know if anyone whined about any of those but Lee, but they all seem like fan favorites. They’re my favorites anyway…
I know Clem’s an awesome character (and pretty much everyone’s personal favorite. then again, i know people who don’t really like her, even one that liked duck more) and I hope she remains alive for a long time to come, but this damn Mother Hen thing has got to stop, or at least be toned down.
I know Clem and Gabe are fictional characters, but I physically cringe when I see people giving Gabe death threats of all things just because he has a harmless little crush on Clem. It’s not like he’s trying to fuck her. Besides, Clem doesn’t really seem like the lover type to me so I doubt something other than one-sided love from Gabe would happen.
It’s kinda stupid that the only reason people hate him is because of this. It’s like the “people hate Duck because he’s annoying” thing all over again. Get over it, he was acting his age. Just because Clem was acting much older than she was, doesn’t mean you have to give other characters shit.
I’m glad at least Jacksepticeye ships it, and it’s funny seeing Pewdiepie rage over it.
Sam and Dean are out on a hunt. For the second month in a row you’ve missed your period, suspicious you ask Cas to get you a pregnancy test. “Sam and Dean are so going to kill me.” You say when you see the results are positive. So your brothers wouldn’t find the test you wrap it up in a pad wrapper and throw it away. You somehow get rid of the box that the test came in as well, then promptly break down crying.
“Hey what’s going on?” A familiar voice asks- Chuck.
“Think you already know Chuck. I mean you’re god after all.” You answer wiping away the tears.
“What do you want to do with the four of them?”
“Did you just say I’m having quadruplets?”
“Two boys and two girls.” You sigh, then ask if there is anyway to keep the five of you away from the supernatural world. “I can do that, if you really want to leave.” You nod- Chuck then snaps his fingers packing all your clothes, and personal items. He then snaps his fingers again transporting you and your things to a cabin in the woods- he also teleported your car.
“Thank you Chuck. This means a lot.”
A month after you fled from the only life you’ve ever known you change your phone number. It’s kind of nice not having supernatural things breathing down your neck- then again no creature in their right mind would go after someone that is protected by an army of angels and by God himself. Granted there are a few idiots… then there’s Garth, he falls into his own category.
One night there was a small pack of werewolves outside of the cabin, in the morning you wearily walk outside and find Garth and a few members of his pack stationed outside. They’re more or less guarding the place. “Jeez Garth, you gave me a small heart attack yesterday.” You say as you lean against your car looking at your werewolf friend.
“That was unintentional. I just saw your car. Figured you were on a hunt and weren’t done with it or something similar to that.” Garth replies. His eyes fall onto your stomach- you were starting to show. “Wasn’t expecting to find you here pregnant…”
“If you tell either one of my brothers about this I will shoot you.”
“You haven’t told them?” You shake your head.
“I don’t want my kids to be in the hunting lifestyle, besides if my brothers found out about this one of them would more then likely scream bloody murder.” Garth just nods in response.
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“Hey Chuck…” You say one day.
“What’s wrong?” God asks in response, concern noticeable in his voice. You lightly chuckle to yourself.
“Nothing- I was actually wondering if you would be willing to be the kids’ godfather.”
“Why me out of everyone?”
“Because you’re going out of your way to help me. Besides, I doubt any supernatural being in their right mind would go after four children that are god’s godchildren.”
“When you put it that way then I don’t see any reason why I would say no.” A gentle smile forms on your face. “Decided on names yet?”
“Yeah… the girls are Ellie and Mary, and the boys are John and Bobby.” Chuck notices the distant look on your face and asks what’s wrong. You then tell him that you were worried about delivering the four of them- they’re due any day now.
“If you’re that worried about it, I can always snap some surgeons into existence to help deliver them.” Chuck says sitting down next to you.
“That’s if something goes wrong.” You counter. Chuck thinks about it for a second before agreeing. You grimace slightly as one of the four children in your womb kick you rather hard.
“What was that face for, do you hate me that much?” A certain archangel named Gabriel asks popping in as you do that.
“I don’t hate you- someone kicked me rather hard just now.” You reply. Over the last few months different angels have shown up to help you out- Cas, Gabe, and Balthazar are the three main ones (besides Chuck of course) that haven show up and lent you a helping hand or two. “How’s Sam and Dean doing?” Cas is normally the one that keeps tabs on your brothers for you, but today you asked Gabriel to do it.
“They just got done with a windigo hunt in Tennessee, miraculously they got out of that one with a few scrapes and bruises. Both of them have all but given up on trying to locate you.”
“That sounds like my brothers alright. I’ve been gone for seven months now and they are still searching high and low for me…” You trail off. The inside fabric of your pants is soaking wet- your water just broke.
“I think my water just broke.” You reply closing your eyes and taking a few deep breaths to calm your nerves.
You deliver Bobby on your own, the other three you’re having problems with. “Okay Y/N, I have to interfere here.” Chuck says snapping his fingers, less than two seconds later you’re on a gurney, with an i.v in your arm.
“Chuck?” You weakly ask. Chuck doesn’t say anything in response instead he just snaps his fingers again creating a small team of surgeons out of thin air. He then tells Gabriel something but you don’t catch it because you’re so disoriented. The archangel presses two fingers to your forehead rendering you unconscious.
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When the quadruplets turn one, Chuck does something unexpected- he literally moves your family to a larger house. “You didn’t have to do that Chuck.” You say.
“You’re right I didn’t have to, but I wanted to.” Chuck replies. You laugh lightly. Considering you didn’t have a lot when you left the bunker, unpacking is relatively easy. Your neighbors are actually rather nice people and a few of them have kids around the same age as yours.
Days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months and months turn into years. It’s the day before the quadruplets fourth birthday- you ask Balthazar to babysit for awhile so you can get a few things from the store.
While at the store you unintentionally crash into someone. “Sorry, I didn’t see where I was going.” You quickly apologise, as (hair color) hair falls into your eyes.
“No harm done.” The person you collided with replies. Your heart skips a beat- you know that voice, it belongs to Sam. You move your hair out of your eyes hoping to see someone that just sounds like your brother; much to your dismay it is your brother. “Y/N?” Your brother asks surprised.
“Hi Sammy.” You answer sheepishly. Instead of your brother getting after you he just smiles at you. You know Sam has questions but he doesn’t get a chance to ask any because Dean shows up holding two different kinds of pie, not paying much attention to you.
“I can’t make up my mind so I’m getting both of them.” Your eldest brother says. “You going to get anything?”
“Right now I’m thinking of a hug from our kid sister.” Sam replies causing you to laugh. Your laughter causes Dean to look at you. His candy apple green eyes light up like a Christmas tree. You’re honestly expecting one of them to yell at you but that doesn’t happen; instead you get a bone crushing hug from each of them.
“You two aren’t mad at me?” You ask.
“I’m mad alright, but I’m also happy to see you.” Dean answers. “Where have you been for the last three almost four years?”
“Not hunting that’s for sure.” You answer.
“What’s with the toys?” Sam asks noticing the contents of your basket.
“The toys are birthday gifts for four troublemakers.” You reply. “I don’t really want to go into detail about this.”
“Come on (nickname), what’s going on?” You sigh, Sam just pulled out the puppy dog eyes.
“It’s easier to take you two back to my place than explain it…”
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“You know when you said place, I wasn’t expecting a house.” Dean comments as he gets out of the impala. You laugh lightly as you unlock the front door and open it. You then invite your brothers in.
You groan when you see the mess, you also know who made the mess- Bobby. “Robert Adam!” You nearly yell. Bobby doesn’t answer- which is a little odd. Out of the corner of your eye you spot Ellie, holding her toy elephant. “Come ‘ere little elephant.” You say picking the toddler up and placing her on your hip. You call Ellie little elephant because of her name and because of the fact elephants are your daughter’s favorite animal.
“You babysitting or something?” Dean asks, making you turn around and look at your eldest brother.
“No… if anyone is babysitting it would be either Cas, Gabe, Balthazar or Chuck.” You answer. You then turn attention to your mini-me. “Have you seen your siblings recently princess?”
“U'cle Bath is playing wif them out slide.” The three almost four year old girl answers. Ellie has always had issues saying Balthazar’s name as well as outside. You set Ellie on the ground before kneeling down in front of her so you could look into her eyes.
“Mind getting them for me?”
“Otay mommy.” Ellie then toddles off looking for her brothers and her sister. You smile as you stand back up.
“Is that why you left- you were pregnant?” Sam asks. For a moment there you completely forgot that your brothers were there.
“Pretty much…” You answer, as you head to the kitchen to get something to drink. Sam and Dean follow you of course. You pull out the two beers that you hid in the back of the fridge, you also grab a can of soda. You give the beer to the boys. “Haven’t had much alcohol since the kids were born.” You explain.
“How many kids do you have anyways?” Sam asks as he opens his beer and takes a swig.
“I have quadruplets.” A look of horror flashes across your brothers’ faces. “Relax I always have a helping hand when it comes to the four of them.” As you’re talking to your brothers- someone clamps onto your right leg; John.
“Tag!” You hear Mary exclaim.
“Nuh-uh, mommy’s safe.” John argues. Mary sticks out her tongue- she also flips off her brother.
“Mary Louise… where did you learn that gesture?” You scold looking at Mary unamused.
“You don’t get after U'cle Gabe when he does it.” Mary pouts.
“Well Uncle Gabe is technically a grown up. Even if he doesn’t act like it.” When Bobby comes in he tries to slink away before you notice him- that doesn’t work too well. “Bobby, are you going to tell me why there’s a mess in the hallway?” You inquire causing the eldest quadruplet to look down at the ground.
“Sorry mommy.” He answers. You sigh before ruffling his hair. Confused he looks up at you- and spots your brothers. He then cowers behind you slightly intimidated. You don’t really blame him, Sam and Dean are skyscrapers compared to a toddler. His eyes widen. “Who are they?” He squeaks.
“It’s okay mini-moose, they’re not going to hurt you.” You say as you pick your son up and set him on your hip. “There we go, they’re not so gigantic from up here are they?” Bobby shakes his head shaggy (hair color) hair falling into his face. Bobby reminds you of Sam in more than one way; hence the nickname of mini-moose. You then introduce Bobby to your brothers.
“Mommy calls you a moose too?” Bobby asks Sam.
“She does actually. She’s weird like that.” Sam replies.
“Sammy.” You groan. Your older brother flashes you a smile. “Okay, you’re getting heavy.” You mutter as you set Bobby down. No surprise that he toddles over to Sam and does grabby hands wanting up.
“Y/N, you’ve only said three names while we’ve been here. I don’t know your other son’s name.” Dean comments.
“His name is John.” You answer. “Johnathan Daniel.”
“Am I in trouble?” John meekly asks in response.
“Now why would you think something like that?”
“You said my full name.”
“You’re not in trouble bud, I was just telling your uncle what your name is.”
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Once you put the kids to bed for the night Dean asks you about their names and who is the eldest out of the four of them. “Bobby was first, then Mary, John after her and Ellie is the youngest.” You explain. “As for their names- I named them after dad, Bobby, Ellen and your mom.”
“Not what I meant. I was wondering where Adam, Louise, Daniel and Jo came from.” Dean clarifies.
“Oh. Adam and Jo were my picks- Adam for our brother, and Jo for Jo Harvelle. Louise was Balthazar’s pick and Daniel was Gabriel’s.”
“I thought Gabe was dead…” Sam mutters to himself. “How have you managed to get out of hunting for almost four years now?” He sounds slightly jealous.
“One, Chuck’s the one that has made sure nothing supernatural comes near my kids; and two who in their right mind would go after the godchildren of god himself?”
“Fair point.” Sam rabbit trails slightly. “Why’d you threaten to shoot Garth?”
“He scared the ever loving crap out of me. How would you feel if you heard a pack of werewolves on your doorstep- yet none of them dared to enter?”
“When you say it like that, I don’t blame you for wanting to shoot him.” Dean checks his watch.
“We should get going. It was good to see you sis.” He says standing up.
“Dean wait… I want you two to stay here for a little bit. I mean I have two spare rooms completely furnished.” You counter. “Also the kids really like both of you- it’s also their birthday tomorrow.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to impose.”
“Trust me you won’t be imposing. My door is always open for you two- except when you have a creature on your asses.” Your brothers laugh.
In the morning you’re not surprised to find Dean in the kitchen. “Morning Dean.” You say.
“Morning (Nickname). I was tempted to make breakfast but I didn’t know if I was allowed to do that and I also don’t know what your kids like.” He explains running a hand through his hair.
“You can always use the kitchen.” You glance at your phone seeing what day of the week it is. “As for food it’s Saturday, which means pancakes.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“I try and make pancakes for the kids every Saturday.” You answer as you start digging in the pantry looking for the dry ingredients for pancakes. You sigh when you can’t find them. “Guess pancakes aren’t going to be happening today.”
“Want me to make a supply run?” You tell your brother that you can go. “Are you sure? Seriously though I can go.”
“I need to get a few other things too, and I don’t want to make a list.” Eventually Dean gives in.
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I watch as Y/N grabs her keys and takes her leave. I’m still trying to recover from the fact that my little sister is a mom.
“U'nle De?” One of the kids ask tugging on my shirt pulling me from my thoughts.
“Yeah?” I ask looking down at the child. I’m pretty sure it’s Mary, but I might be wrong. It’s hard to determine who is who.
“Will you play with us?”
By the time Y/N gets back from the store, Sam and I are being used as pillows. The girls are curled up against me while the boys are asleep against my brother. “They weren’t too much trouble were they?” Y/N asks when she sees the six of us. I flash a smile towards my sister.
“They were fine… they acted a lot like you did when you their age.” I reply.
“Is that good or bad?”
“Depends how you look at it.” Y/N airily chuckles. “How do you tell them apart?” She then explains to us that somehow all four of the kids got different color eyes. Bobby’s eyes are hazel like Sam’s, Mary’s eyes are green like mine, John somehow ended up with brown eyes and Ellie has (eye color) eyes.
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(No one’s POV)
“Please tell me that you two will stop by when you’re in town.” You tell your brothers as they’re getting ready to leave.
“Do you want us too?” Sam asks in reply.
“Like I said before my door is always open for you two- just don’t bring the family business in when you visit.” Your brothers laugh as they each give you a hug.