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Together we’ll slay out demons (Dean Winchester x reader)

Title: Together we’ll slay out demons

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Fandoms: Supernatural

Warnings: Mentions of death parents/siblings and abusive boyfriend.

Summary: This was a request, but I changed it a little bit. Basically Dean finding your diary and reading it, only to find out that your past is a bit darker than he’d expected. Fluff at the end.


“Alright, I call it a night.”

Your head shot up at the words of the oldest Winchester which suddenly broke the silence that had surrounded you for the last hour. It was past midnight, and the two of you were doing research for a new case. Sadly enough, it was harder than usual to find out what monster had caused the cruel murders that had happened a few days ago and even after four hours of research, you had nothing.

You heard Dean closing his book with a loud thud and heard him yawn, before he stretched out his arms above his head to get rid of his sour muscles. You wanted to refuse, to tell him that you had to keep searching in order to save those people, but instead of words a huge yawn escaped your mouth, breaking of the excuse you wanted to use:

“But Dean, we have to figure out wha…”

Dean let out a soft laugh as his eyes found yours from the other side of the table. He couldn’t help but admire your small form as you yawned from the exhaustion that was taking over your body.

“I’m sorry princess, but I couldn’t hear you over the sound of your yawn. Want to try again?”

You shot the oldest Winchester a sour look as you too stood up, trying your best to keep your eyes open. No matter what anyone said, research was exhausting and to be honest you were longing to crawl into your bed and get some shut-eye.

“Never mind. You’re right, if I’d close my eyes I’d  fall asleep right here and right now. I’m going to bed, night.”

“Sweet dreams,” Dean responded in a teasing but tired voice, before he watched you as you walked towards the hallway. You gave a small wave as a response, before you yawned again and started to make your way towards the bathroom to get ready for some sleep. Dean chuckled silently as your figure disappeared into the shadows, after which he walked back towards the table to pick up the books you had used. One by one, he picked up the books about old lore and monsters and put them back into the cupboard. He came across books about demons, wendigo’s and even vampires, but as he already knew the monster they were hunting was neither of them.

After a small minute, Dean had only one book left to put back. The sounds of you getting ready to sleep in the bathroom had already quieted down which told him you were sleeping, or almost at least. Dean withheld a yawn as he picked up the next book, wanting to put it back into the shelf, until…

“What the-”

Dean looked surprised at the light book that he was holding in his hand. It was smaller than all of the other books, and bounded into a weathered, brown leather. It had been laying under one of the bigger lore books, and Dean hadn’t thought anything of it, until the moment he’d taken it in his hands. The book was surprisingly light, and he wondered what it could be, especially since it had been laying at your side of the table.

“Oh well,” Dean shrugged, not really thinking any special of it. Nevertheless, he couldn’t shrug off the curious feeling which had been nagging at him since he’d laid eyes on the mysterious book, and soon he found himself being drawn to it.

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Masters Of Confidence

Part 5

BTS - You

Word Count: 1310

Summary: Be careful who you trust the devil was once an angel

                      and these angels wanted to be remembered…


Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 -  Part 7




Ambiguous, eternally bored, dishonest, great at manipulating, emotionless.


What does one think of when they hear these words? A pathological liar? A narcissist or maybe a sociopath.


Well yes. Psychopaths have these characteristics, but so does the world we live in.

It favors the strong to the point where the rest vanishes without achieving anything. It looks for something new, something challenging and something more destructive than ever.

It already saw a lot, thus likes to be surprised. It lies, talking about a better, honest future, for us to feel the burden and still plays the victim.

So why does everyone tell us to be honest from the moment we are born and to the time we are buried under several layers?

Only truth that exists is the fact that people lie.


In various ways.

 


And art is only a form of it. It shows the people the way they really are by manipulating the world we look at. We look, but don’t see.

Therefore, by Pablo Picassos’ words, art is a lie that tells the truth.

“Society was broken since the beginning.” He said, not separating his eyes from the screen “Why should we be the ones to stay true.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.” I replied.

Yoongi was sitting on the desk, eyes glued on the computer in front of him, his fingers typing something quickly. I sat beside him and put the papers he wanted next to the empty plates that they used a night before.

“I asked why you started doing this. Not why you are doing it now. I am not accusing you of doing something wrong.”


It was a week after our last encounter. They were very polite, considering the situation, only calling me when the sun went down and I was back from one of my many jobs. I was mostly used as a bell boy, bringing this and that, and never spent more than a few minutes with them, until tonight.


“Would you believe me if I told you it was for money?” he asked, smiling slightly.

For the past two weeks, he was the only one to talk to me other than Hoseok, the two being the ones who called when they needed something. They were short calls, starting without an introduction. Others never seemed to stay indoors, as whenever I visited, they would be gone.


“For someone like you, money can only be an outcome, not the reason.” I answered “Why you guys need it to the point you dragged me into this is beyond my understanding.”

He looked upset for a moment just before my name left his lips with a sigh, sounding bothered.

Making him angry was one of the last things I wanted to do. Unlike others, he was unpredictable, and I didn’t know his boundaries. Passing it could result in a lot of things, and none of them seemed friendly.


The crow that didn’t fly, even though it could, was a dangerous one.


He observed and waited for the moment he could catch an opening.

“However,” I started, trying to change the topic “if you sold half of the stuff you have here, you wouldn’t be broke anymore.”

He laughed sheepishly as he met my eyes, finally stopping writing and turned his gaze towards the furniture that rested on the eerie black floor.

“Joon wouldn’t let us.” He replied “This is all we have, and what we call home.”

When I was little, I had a small tree house. You could only fit two people in it and it was at the backyard of the four story building we used to live in. It consisted of a metal piece that was used as the roof; wooden floor that looked like it could break any moment and cloth walls that were ruined whenever it rained. Still it was my secret world.

That’s why I thought their place was something similar. A hiding place, a safe house or even an office…

It never occurred to me that it was their house.

“Yoongi!” a voice shouted from upstairs, cutting the silence between us.

The door busted open a few seconds later, revealing the rest of the group. They looked panicked and angry, other than Taehyung, who looked oddly high.

“What is she doing here?” Jin asked when his eyes immediately landed on me.

“I needed a helping hand.” He answered simply.

“Are you aware of the date?” Hoseok said, holding the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes.

Jimin settled on one of the couches with Jungkook, who was biting his nails nervously.

“I saw them leave their place a few minutes ago.” Namjoon explained as he brought out a box from the bookcase “They will be here any second.”

Yoongi leaned towards me and whispered “Remember when you asked me why we needed money?” he said “You are about to get your answer.”

Someone pounded on the gate upstairs after a few minutes that felt like a decade. Jin went to answer it, after telling me to keep my mouth shut.

A group of people came down, making a huge noise and shaking the house, as they followed a middle aged man. He was wearing a black suit and a white shirt. His eyes were so close to each other to the point they looked like they were on the top of his nose.

He saw me and looked up and down, trying to understand the new member. His attention was short lived however, as he turned to look at the youngest and smirked.

“Hello boys.” He said with a husky voice “Is the package ready?”

Namjoon stepped between the man and Jungkook, and emptied the box on the coffee table.

“Ten thousand.” He replied showing the money “Just like you said.”


The man nodded, satisfied but bored, and turned his head towards the person standing next to him. “Jinyoung get the bag and follow us.” He said before turning around and leaving the room with the rest of his men.

That’s when my gaze lingered on the man who now stood alone in the middle of the room, looking directly at me. I was paying attention to no one but the middle aged man that I didn’t even realize him at first.

But as he stood in front of me, and as I held my breath for a second as the realization hit like a thunder and resurfaced memories that I tried so hard to hide.


“I didn’t think you could get any lower.” He said “You are working with a bunch of underdogs I see.”

He was taller, more muscular and was dressed in a suit that looked brand new and a black shirt that he left the first two buttons open. His face was the same, soft features and boyish looks, aside from the scar under his right eye.


“Better than working for a cyclops gangster.”


I faintly heard Taehyung snorting at the back, but I was too distracted to even comment on it.

“Watch your words.” He replied, hurrying of to take the money. He gave one last dirty look before disappearing on the stairs.

Seven curious eyes turned to me, looking startled.


“You two know each other?” Jimin asked, looking confused.

I debated whether to tell them the answer or not. But I was tired, and after I witnessed what they tried so hard to hide, that they were weak against those men, I felt like sharing my secret as well.

“Remember when I accidently admitted I was behind the bars before?” I replied finally standing up and facing them.

Once I had a tree house. It had a metal roof and wooden floor. But it was enough because I shared it with someone I cared about. A best friend and a partner in crime…

 

“He was the one to put me there.”





So a lot of you wanted me to use a member of Got7 as the second character so here you go…

Please know that English is not my first language so if you see a mistake you can message me privately.

I would LOVE to hear feedback from you guys!


The story is mine. Do not copy without my permission.

Anyway thank you for reading. Have a nice day!


-Eris