salt and burn the bones

12x10 rewatch: gosh, dean really hates how the “lily and her daughter” story went down in 1901. it probably reminds him of the fact that cas is not human and used to be a real “angel’s angel” back in the day (even if we know he’s always had a tendency to rebellion and compassion, but i dont think dean knows). 

dean can’t even look at cas after he knows what happened with lily (well, the “official” story)

(poor sam, always in the middle)

and before that, cas was so afraid of what dean and sam would think of him (but mostly dean). 

(all gifs are mine)

Okay, but like imagine ten-year old Sam coming home one day in some uniform and being like “Dad, Dean, I joined Boy Scouts at school.” And Dean and John are part amused part bemused like “Why the fuck do you wanna join Boy Scouts, Sammy, you’ve got more survival skills than all of them combined, including the teacher.” And Sam just rolls his eyes and starts packing his bag and is super exasperated like “Duh, that’s exactly why. They’re staying at this camping ground a few miles out and all the older boys are scaring the younger kids and telling them Cabin 13 is haunted n’ that they should go and investigate. Someone’s gotta look out for those dumbass amateurs. Hey, where’s the iron poker?” And John and Dean are this close to telling him the hell he’s going alone and little Sammy marches to the front door and holds up his hand all sassy like “I got this one, guys, I’ll call you when it’s done. Also Dad, I forged your signature on the admissions slip,” and John doesn’t know whether or not to be impressed and Dean’s like “Sammy, you don’t even own a phone!”

And of course they follow him and camp out far enough with binoculars so Sam doesn’t notice them and they’re kinda proud because Sam asks the older kids the serious questions and tries to get as much info about the history of the place and he writes it in a journal just like John’s. Then two nights later Sam follows a bunch of kids to Cabin 13 and Dean and John follow Sam, when the ghost starts attacking the kids and Sam fights it off with the iron poker and tells them to run and John and Dean are freaking out because Sammy’s run inside the cabin with a vengeful spirit. But then five seconds later the doors and this ten-year old hunter is walking out and talking to a ghost kid who’s crying and Sam’s all like “Look, I know you wanna play but kids these days just don’t understand, okay? Also frightening people like that is totally not cool, man. So let’s just get your bones and get you outta that house. No more cabin fever for you. Dean and my dad leave me alone all the time and it drives me crazy so trust me, kid, I know how you feel.”

And then John is mad and afraid like what the fuck, Sammy, don’t talk to it, and Dean has to hold him back and let Sammy finish working the case because he knows how proud of himself Sam is gonna be and that he’ll want to tell them all about it like look, I did this all by myself, so he manages to drag John far away long enough for Sam to salt and burn the bones and wish his new ghost friend goodbye. Then they hightail it back to the motel and pretend like nothing happened and the next day and they’re watching TV and cleaning out their guns when Sam calls Dean using a payphone to tell them “It’s done. Can you pick me up?” and so Dean and John drive all the way back and Sammy hops into the back and they’re both so proud of him when five seconds later he bursts into tears and John nearly swerves off the road when Sam climbs into the front seat and cries because “I was soooo scaaaared! Deeeean!”

And Dean and John just look at each other and smile and Dean just holds Sammy until he passes out and that night they have pizza and soda and pie and celebrate Sam’s first solo hunt.

anonymous asked:

What poetry books would you recommend that are written by PoC?

There are other good books by poets of color but these were the ones that felt most satisfying (or had a high rating on my Goodreads). I would have recommended Warsan Shire’s Her Blue Body but it seems to have disappeared off of Amazon after her announcement of an upcoming poetry book on Twitter.

The Boys (2/?)

 Summary:   You’ve been a hunter since you were 18 , a  vampire killed your bestfriend and you threw yourself into the hunting world after you met the hunters handling her case. John Winchester & Bobby Singer.   Being around Bobby, it was a matter of time before you met Dean & Sam Winchester.  You got along with Sam instantly, but you & Dean didn’t click as much . For the most part your relationship was full of flirting, insults, and arguments. Thankfully you weren’t around them often, only helping each other out on a few hunts . But what happens when you run into the boys again after years of not seeing them?

Warnings: swearing, flirting,angst

Pairing: ( none yet) Dean x reader, Sam x reader

  “ Fuck off Dean. ” you say through your laughs.  You  & the boys are celebrating an easy , successful hunt at the bar down the road from your motel. 

“ Name a time & place sweetheart , ill be there.” Dean shoots back with a wink .

Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

You roll your eyes, sipping on the whiskey. It burns going down your throat, you’ll never get sick of the taste of whiskey.  The night continues , all  of you sharing laughs and memories.

     A few hours later the boys decide its time to walk back to the hotel you guys were staying at . Sam was not ridiculously drunk , but he wasn’t just buzzed either. Dean having the tolerance he does, was barely tipsy. You on the other hand, were plain old drunk .  You being giggling as Sam pulls you out of the booth , and you fall against his chest with a squeal.  He follows in your laughter , wrapping his arm around your shoulder to pull you with him and Dean to the door. When the cool breeze hits your face, a smile forms.

 How did I get so lucky to find such good friends? 

“ Come on sweetheart, we have to walk a couple minutes to the room .” Dean says . The boys are now walking ahead of you , while you just standing watching them move.

“ Ugh but Dean ! Its still so early!  ” you complain.  It was barely 2 am  , the whiskey making you feel more awake than you’d like. 

 Dean makes his way back to you .He doesn’t say a word to you , just bends down and tosses you over his shoulder. You let out a string of giggles, squirming in Deans hold.

Originally posted by rileysmatthews

“ D , put me down ! ” you yell , you really don’t mind the view though . Your face is nearly eyelevel with Dean perfect ass. Drunk you apparently has no verbal or physical filter right now. You lift your arm, and land a perfect smack to his ass.  You burst out in laughter, when you feel Deans body stiffen at your action. You can hear Sam chuckle making your laugh grow.

“ Keep laughing Sammy, Your ass is next.” You playfully warn.  You can feel Deans shoulder shake as he releases a small laugh .  Out of nowhere  you feel a large hand swat your ass, hard. A small gasp ,almost bordering a moan , escapes your lips at the sting.

“ Well well, looks like Y/n’s got a kink , Sammy.”

“ Ewh gross guys , can you not.” Sammy groans. You feel your cheeks heat up ,and you let out an awkward laugh.  well that was embarrassing.

Originally posted by sophiabuzh

Dean Finally sets you down when you guys reach the room.You stretch your arms above your head, a yawn following. You go right for the bathroom, grabbing your pjs out of your bag on the way . When you step out of the bathroom in your baggy Pink Floyd shirt & cheekster underwear, you hear Dean whistle as he sees you .  Your eyes roll for what feels like the hundredth time today .  When Dean takes his turn in the bathroom , Sam shakes his head at the two of you. 

“ Either of you make a move yet?” Sam asks as he peels back the blanket on one of the small beds.  You snort at his question,

“Shutup Sam, nothings going to happen.“  A girl can wish though.

” Yeah whatever you say , just keep it in your pants tonight. I’m in the bed right next to you two and id rather not hear you guys -“

” Hear us what ,Sammy?“ Dean says from the doorway . I wonder how much he heard. 

” Just keep your hands to yourself.“ Sam says as he eyes the both of you .

” Go to bed, drunkass.“ you tell Sam, crawling into the bed across from his. You & Dean have been sharing a bed on most hunts. Sam being the moose he is , takes up the entire bed and radiates more heat than hell. A few minutes pass, and Sams snoring begins.You let out a chuckle at the sound. 

” Whats so funny sweetheart?“ Dean asks quietly .

” Your brothers snores could rival a hibernating bear.“ You both try to keep your laughing down. You wiggle your body , trying to get comfortable. You feel Dean right behind you , his body barely brushing yours. His hand lands on your stomach, stopping your fidgeting.

” If you wiggle your ass against my crotch one more time, we are going to have a problem sweetheart.“ Dean warns.

Oh Shit. Whoops.

” Don’t act like you don’t like it D. “ you whisper, a small smile tugging at your lips .He pushes your stomach lightly, bringing your ass now flush against his half hard bulge, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. 

Originally posted by maybe-just-one-more

 ” Oh I love it, i just dont think Sammy would appreciate what  would happen, since hes still in the room. “ Why does he do this to me? Such a cocky bastard.   You know Dean does things just to get a rise out of you , that’s just how your friendship works. Most of the time it just irritates you to the point of wanting to lock him in his trunk, but sometimes it bothers you in a way that sends chills down your spine, & heat straight to your core.

 ” Go to bed D, that Whiskey seems to be hitting you a little hard tonight. “ You say , hoping to end this conversation. Hes drunk , he probably wont remember this in the morning .   You hear him sigh , slightly loosening his grip but not letting you go.

” Whatever you want to believe , sweetheart.“ he says . You don’t respond, instead you focus on trying to sleep .

1 week later 

 You are sitting in another crappy ,run down bar in another small town. But this time , its not for celebratory drinks. The hunt didn’t go as smooth as you all hoped for.  The man you were trying to save from the ghost ignored your warning to stay in the salt circle. Burning the bones didn’t work, so you and Dean were ravaging through the house for something the ghost was attached to, by the time you got back into the room , the man was murdered the same way the ghost was.

 You are downing your 4th tumbler of whiskey, sitting silently at the booth with Sam. He is already looking for a new case, something to get your mind off of this one.  You know not every case is going to end well, but the ones that don’t still hit you hard.  Your eyes wander, landing on Dean & the busty blonde at the bar.  You watch as her hands snake around his neck, and her lips go to his ear.  Anger floods you at the way Dean blushes at what she is saying to him.  Another night, another skank.  You know its dumb to be  jealous, but you cant help it. You’ve seen him flirt with numerous girls, only actually leaving with some of them ; but everytime it stings for some reason.  You haven’t told Sam of the feelings that surfaced for his brother, not wanting to see his ’ I told you so’ face.

” You wanna get out of here ?“ Sam asks,closing his laptop.  You nod your head yes, and he leaves the money for your drinks on the table.  You watch as he goes to tell Dean you’re leaving, and the careless look on his face burned you even more.  Why would he care? He gets to be with Malibu Barbie tonight instead of getting in bed with me.  You begin the short walk back to the motel with Sam .

 ” You know, this just means you get your own bed tonight, y/n!“ Sam says , trying to ease the mood. He can sense the weight of the hunt still on your shoulders.  You send him a tiny smile,

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

” Yeah, I cant wait.“ you say half heartedly. After most hunts like this, when you and Dean would both be blaming yourselves, you’d comfort each other with sweet words and youd even run your fingers through his hair until hed calm down enough to sleep.

  You enter the room , and both get ready for bed.  You finally throw yourself down on the scratchy motel bed. 

” Goodnight y/n.“ Sam says with a yawn .  He shuts the light off and falls into his own bed.

” Night Sammy.“

 It wasn’t long before you figure out why you cant fall asleep. Since being with the boys, you’ve always shared a bed with one of them. You miss the warmth , and comfort of someone next to  you . You check the clock ,seeing it hasn’t been long since you wished Sammy goodnight.

” Sammy, are you awake?“ you whisper

He grumbles, rolling himself over to face you .  He lifts his covers up , silently inviting you over, sensing its the reason youre still awake. You hop out of bed and into his. You snuggle yourself into his bare chest,  his body head instantly enveloping you .

” Jesus Christ, how are you so hot?!“ you whine. You fidget , trying to get the blanket off you a little bit.

” Good genetics “ he says with a sleepy laugh . Even in his sleep he thinks he so funny .

” Ha Ha . So clever Sammy.“  he hums in response, you can tell by the way his breathing evens out hes already back asleep.

 A few hours later, you’re woken by the sound of the motel room door opening and closing. Your body tenses, but you feel Sam reaching for the gun hidden under the pillow.

” its just me .“ Dean?Sam grunts in response to his brother..

” Why is y/n In bed with you?“  Dean asks, laying in the other bed already .

” She didn’t want to sleep alone. “ Sam says, still half asleep. Sam  is on his back now, one arm around you as you cuddle into his side. You feel Deans hand on your waist, gently shaking .

” Dean what are you “ Sam starts, but Dean ignores him.

” Come on sweetheart, I’m back. We can sleep a few more hours. “  Does he really think I’m going to just get my ass out of this bed to lay with him? Why didn’t he just stay at the girls place?

 You hum, clinging on to Sam tighter. You hear Dean let out a defeated sigh , then the bed creak under his weight. Your chest tightens as you try to figure out his actions.   You feel Sams breathing even, and hear Deans do the same.  You turn yourself in Sams arms to face Dean . Hes turned facing you , a calm look over his face.

Originally posted by frozen-delight

You want to go get in bed with him, you want him to pull you to him and snuggle against you . You love cuddling Sam , but it was different with Dean. You’re about to get up to switch beds, when you get better glimpse at his neck. Purple and black marks littered the side visible to you. Oh Fuck no.  As much as you want to move, you’re not going to go lay with him . You stay with Sammy,  trying to push the thoughts of Dean away  and fall back asleep.

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Far Removed From Reality

Drabble Request by @theanniewisegirl: If you’re still taking them… could I request a drabble? Could it be with Sam and angst with a bit of fluff at the end? Like maybe the reader is afraid of something or freezes during a hunt? Thanks so much!!!

Word Count: 1014

Warnings: Minor depression & like feelings

A/N: Life got so crazy! I’ve had no time to write, and I’m not gonna have time to write until next week! Ahh!! I hate being an adult! Anyway, I carved out an hour to write tonight and got this drabble out, but I’m gonna go dark again for a few days (another weekend filled with family and friends!) But I just wanted to get something out because it’s been nearly a week. 

“Look at the pretty little girl,” the ghost snarled, floating closer to you. “She’s frightened out of her wits, this one.”

Y/N! This is a freaking ghost! You can fight this, you can win, you—your inner monologue cut off as memories flashed past your eyes of every hunt gone wrong in your entire life. All the lives you failed to save. Every monster that was still alive because you couldn’t kill it.

“My, my!” The second ghost squealed in excitement. He dug even deeper for the darkest memories that you kept hidden. As the scenes flickered to life like an old film, your muscles tensed. Oh, how you wanted to run. Oh, how you wanted this to end. But you couldn’t move. You could barely breathe. And the ghosts thrived off of that. “She’s a fun one, she is! So many bad memories.”

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Summary: Dean is in love with the reader, the only problem is that she’s engaged to Sam.  As Sam and the reader plan their wedding, they start arguing more and more and the reader finds solace in her best friend, Dean.  

Pairings/Characters: Sam x Reader, unrequited Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3673, including lyrics

Warnings: Angst, Unrequited love, Cursing, The tiniest bit of canon typical violence

A/N: This is for two challenges: First, @deathtonormalcy56’s P&P challenge, for which my prompts were “Who needs friends?” which is in bolded in the fic and the song “Mercy” by Shawn Mendes, the lyrics of which are in italics and guided the plot.  It’s also for this week’s installment of the SPN hiatus challenge, hosted by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing.  The prompts this week are the trope “planning their wedding leads to bickering and conflicting ideas” and the line “Could you be any louder?” which is bolded in the fic.

Dean girls beware, my beloved beta’s response to this was “Do you know how hard that is for a Dean girl to read?!?!”

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Bite Me (Part 8)

Characters: Reader, Sam, Dean (no pairings…yet…)

Warnings: Minor character deaths, violence

Overview: You were raised in the hunter life. You fell out of it. It wasn’t your choice to get pulled back in.

Word Count: 1,886

A/N: This is the eighth installment in my first ever fanfic series. So many people have jumped on the bandwagon recently, and I love each and every one of you. This part is smooth sailing… after the first part of the flashback. I swear. Thank you all so much for sharing the love and giving me feedback and encouragement. These words, like everything else I write, are for me. Feel free to join me in the adventure.

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I had just turned twenty-four when Uncle Jay died. He had been gone longer than his predicted one week, so I strapped a pack to my back and set out with Arlo to check in. I found him a few days later, most of his limbs strewn out across a cave. I allowed myself time to mourn, but my shocked brain never really fully grasped what had happened. Completely alone for the first time in my entire life, my mind defaulted into hunter mode, making quick work of gathering Uncle Jay’s remains before salting and burning the pile. There were other bones and limbs inside the cave, some fresher than others, but none of them belonged to a monster. I had brought what I needed with me to finish the job, so it was only a matter of setting my trap and waiting.

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Summary: When Dean and Y/N find themselves stranded in a motel during a blizzard they entertain themselves with movies. When Y/N picks the horror film Crimson Peak, Dean of course has his doubts. What the two of them weren’t expecting was a reenactment of the sex scene from the film.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (mentioned), Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Rated M

Warnings: Strong sexual content, NSFW, language, oral sex (female receiving), pure smut

Word Count: 3,233

A/N: This is my entry for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing SPN Movie Night Challenge. Jesus I have struggled with this one for months. I literally have to thank @percywinchester27 for giving me some form of inspiration. I love Crimson Peak it’s one of my favorite horror movies. So I uh hope y’all enjoy! (forgive me I’m sleep deprived and getting really sick.)

Originally posted by imagine-warlock

You expected a lot of things from this ghoul hunt, like searching through graveyards. Doing that meant that you had to investigate coffins and crawl through family mausoleums. You knew that when you and Dean found the ghouls it was going to be a bloody kill, a head shot was the only way to take them out. So by the time you had found and ganked the sons of bitches you were soaked in ghoul blood. But that’s what came with the job title, you could always anticipate it was going to be dangerous and bloody.

What you didn’t anticipate was for a blizzard to hit on your way back to the motel.

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Sam was four and had this habit of running when he got scared. Frankly Dean didn’t blame him because when it all started, he was just a little kid and he had overheard Dean talking on the phone with dad and dad had told Dean to lock the door, salt the windows and make sure that Sam was safe.

It was told in that same tone that always had Sam’s hair up on end when he heard it and when Dean turned to look at him, he bolted out the door, tears blinding his vision because he was four and scared and wanted his dad. He wanted his family. He wanted everyone where he could see them.

Dean found him after he found a way to end the conversation with his dad. He couldn’t just hang up because he didn’t want his dad to grow suspicious. He didn’t want dad to think that he wasn’t competent enough to take care of Sam. He didn’t want dad to show up and take Sam somewhere else, leave him in someone else’s care. Someone who didn’t know Sam like Dean did.

But he found Sam at the edge of the motel, sitting on the curb, arms curled around his legs, face hidden in his bony knees as his small body shook with tears.

Dean wrapped an arm around Sam as he sat down next to him and Sam curled into Dean, grabbing the front of his hoodie and held Dean as close to his body as he could.

Dean wanted to scold Sam for running like that. He needed to scold the kid for doing that… but he was just a kid. Four years old and he was scared and what else was Sam supposed to do.

So instead, Dean picked up his little brother and carried him back to their room and crawled into bed with him, letting Sam bury his head into Dean’s chest. They stayed like that until they heard the roar of the impala’s engine and Dean untangled himself from Sam and fell into the stoic, obedient son that his father needed him to be right now.

Sam was ten and dad thought that Sam was finally ready to come out on a hunt with Dean and him and Sam was ecstatic. He had been begging to go out with them ever since he learned how to hit a bullseye and Dean always promised that it would be the next hunt.

And it was finally here.

The hunt wasn’t that bad of one. Dad had managed to snag what seemed to be a simple salt and burn. Find the grave and burn the bones. Quickly, the excitement of being out on a hunt started to fade as Sam’s shirt became soaked with sweat as he worked to dig up the grave. His hands were starting to blister but Sam wasn’t going to complain. If he complained, dad was going to call him a child and if dad called him a child then he wasn’t going to let him out on another hunt.

So he kept his cries to himself and continued to dig with Dean and dad, waiting to hit the coffin.

Dad had warned him that they knew that they were close to the coffin when the spirit would show up, angry and willing to do anything to keep from being exposed and so Sam expected that.

What he didn’t expect was one second for dad to be right beside him and then the next, six feet to the right, groaning because his head hit one of the gravestones before he fell silent.

Dean called out his fathers name but he didn’t responded and Dean cursed under his breath. Dad was out cold.

Dean went back to digging, this time faster but Sam held onto his shovel, eyes wide as he looked at the spirit as it came after the two of them. And Sam did what he did best.

He dropped the shovel and ran, icy panic racing through his veins. He didn’t want to leave his brother back there at the grave. He knew that he needed to stay there, dig up that coffin and toss in those matches to set the damn thing ablaze but it was a spirit and it’s eyes were staring into his and all of the sudden Sam felt very, very small and he needed to get out of there.

Dean found him hiding behind a gravestone, curled in on himself. Once again Dean knew that he needed to scold his little brother for running out like that because it was dangerous. He couldn’t just leave Dean to fend for himself like that if he was going to be a hunter.

But Sam looked up at his big brother, eyes already red from crying and he only started to cry harder when he saw the gash that was bleeding above Dean’s eye. If only Sam had been a big boy, if only he wasn’t such a small child, Dean wouldn’t have gotten hurt.

Maybe he wasn’t ready and when dad found out that he wasn’t ready, dad was never going to let him come on hunts with them. Ever.

Except Dean didn’t tell dad that Sam ran. In fact, Dean didn’t say anything other than that he was going to have to watch out because Dean and his little brother were going to take over the family business if he wasn’t careful.

And dad clapped Sam on the back, told him good job and was none the wiser that he was the reason why Dean now had that scar over his eye.

Sam was fifteen and now he didn’t run when he heard his dad’s voice over the phone telling him to lock the doors at night and to salt the windows.

Sam was fifteen and now his hands are hardened with callouses from digging up graves and he didn’t run when the spirit came out.

However that didn’t mean that Sam had stopped running. Sam was fifteen and had just started high school, still small for his age, and he was surrounded by his peers who all they could talk about was who they loved.

You see, Sam had started running a long time ago from the things that scared him but ever since he started to get this throb of want in the lowest part of his gut anytime Dean looked at him, ever since his skin burned whenever Dean touched him, he started running from the thing that he loved.

Dad trusted Dean enough now from him to take Sam out on smaller hunts. It wasn’t a big case and they took care of it easily and now they were sprawled out on the hood of the car, drinking beer that Dean had bought with fake id’s that dad may or may not know about, looking up at the stars above.

But Sam wasn’t looking up at the sky. Instead he was looking at the profile of his perfect brother’s face, wondering why the hell he had to be his brother when he wanted to be so much more and when Dean turned to look at him, Sam’s stomach twisted into knots because Dean’s face was right there. Right fucking there, his face shining with moonlight and all Sam could think about was how it would feel to kiss his brother.

Sam jerked away, nearly falling off the car in the process but Dean grabbed his wrist, keeping him upright.

“You alright, Sammy?” Dean asked when he saw the scared look on Sam’s face and that felt like a punch to Sam’s gut.

Sammy. It was just a reminder of what they were, what Sam was to Dean. What he would always be to Dean. He was the little brother. The little brother who skinned his knees and was always a little too skinny and was nicknamed Sammy. He was the little brother who was in love with Dean.

Sam shook his head, not able to convince himself to lie because he wasn’t alright. He never was.

“What’s wrong?”

Sam shook his head again and Dean shifted on the hood of the car, getting a better look at Sam. And it was all the wrong things to do because Sam could see him so clearly now. The smile that had settled on Deans face had all but disappeared.

“You can tell me, Sam. You can tell me anything. I promise I won’t be mad.” Dean coaxed.

And then Sam runs because he’s in love with his brother.

He runs because he’s in love with Dean he can’t say that and he’s scared and his beautiful big brother doesn’t need to know that.

Sam’s seventeen and one of his teachers pulled him over to the side one day at school handing him a heavy packet of paper, telling him that if he wants, he’s got the brain for college and she thinks that he should consider applying.

Sam’s seventeen and he’s handed an out to run from his brother and the thoughts that’s plagued his mind for years and he takes it.


Void - part 4

Series summary: Reader has lost her memory and Sam and Dean try to find a way to get her life back.

Summary, part 4: Fractions of the past and of hearts.

Characters/pairing: Reader x Dean (eventually), Sam, Crowley, Cas

Word count: ~1700 (Oh, a short one!)

Warnings: angst, mild language, fire, mentions of (past side) character deaths, tiny bits of fluff if you look really hard

Author’s note:  For catching up: part 1, part 2, part 3.

I know it’s short - I’m sorry! The rest are more lengthy, I promise!

There’s plenty of room on the taglist, so give me a shout if you want on it. :-) Tags at the end. As always, I’d like to hear what you think, so a line or two would be much appreciated!

This is where we left off (from part 3):

You heard your family’s screams, heard the baby crying but you couldn’t get to them. You felt the heat from the flames and the despair as you run out of the house you grew up in. It was like you lived it all over again, lost them all over again. You lifted your legs to the chair and hugged your knees, trying to hide from the pain. You heard mumbled words and chairs scraping the floor, but it was like you were under water. Everything else was distant. It was just you, all alone and more lost than ever.

You came slowly back to reality. There was a hand on your back, gently rubbing in circles. You tried to wipe the tears away, but you knew you’d still look puffy-eyed and flushed. You sat straighter and faced Dean. He leaned his elbows on his knees and rubbed his stubble with his left hand. His eyes glistened like he too had been crying and he looked just as sad as you felt.

“I’m sorry I punched you”, you blurted.

He looked surprised at first, but then smiled. “You still punch like a girl.”

No I don’t! you wanted to say but burst into desperate laugh instead. Dean joined you a few seconds later, eyes crinkling at the corners and your heart thudded. It was adorable. I think I’m adorable, Dean’s voice said in your head. Aren’t we cocky, you heard yourself answer. That made you laugh harder and it felt so good after the crying that you kept laughing much longer than necessary. Dean’s eyes twinkled when he looked at you.

“I’ve missed your laugh.”

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A Sharpe Eye

Request: no

WARNINGS: mentions of and allusions to wincest, incest, dub con issues, canon level violence for Crimson Peak and Supernatural, reference to a loss of a child 

Pairings: Dean X reader, Sam X Eileen, former Thomas Sharpe, Crowley

Summary: Eileen calls in a favor from the brothers and reader. Shit proceeded to hit the fan

Tags: @lightthischickup @sassysupernaturalsweetheart 

Originally posted by lokihiddleston

If ever asked, Y/N would deny a lot of the secrets of her past. Fiercely would she lie about anything remotely close to being personal and that’s what made her a Winchester. Biologically, she was not related to the boys nor was she likely to marry into the family any time soon, but that didn’t stop them from embracing her as one of their own. 

Just like her brothers, she never mentioned her time in hell. Sam and Dean didn’t know she had even served a lifetime down there. Unlike her brothers, she felt it had purified her. She felt she had repented for what she had done, not that she had been in the wrong. Hell was safer than heaven because heaven would have been with him

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every episode of supernatural ever

*episode opens with someone going about their every day life*

ghost/monster: LMAO NOT ANYMORE stabstabstab

person: aw fuck he ate my liver :(

*sam and dean are in some food place*

dean: damn i just fucking love pancakes man you know what else i love

sam: what?

dean: K̴̸̡͎̯͎͙͇I͏̫̼̺̜̜̞͞ͅL͏҉̨̳͓̘̥͖͢ͅĻ̵̵̠͕̦̮͍͉̙͚̘͎̣͚̗̻̀̕I͟͝҉̴̨̟̱̜̞͉N̥͚͇̦̮̥̣͇̞͇͚̲͙͓̤̭̠͔͘ͅG̡͏͓͚͇̠̟̟̺͙̼̺̝̹͕̞̻ ̶̛͕̖̙͚̥̺̺̗̱̰̞̘͡D̵̴̨̞̜̪̩̳͙̥͈̰͇̖̝̩̰ͅĘ̶͏̸̭͉̣M̶̷̫̩̳̲̤̦̪̤̺͖̝͎̝̦̜͇͍̙͍͡O̶͏̛͈̯̣͍̗̘̲̜̘͈̭̙ͅN̨̨̧͎̯͈͔̰̬̟͈̤͈̝͡S̶̵͙̦̲͙̫͖͇͔͔͡ͅͅ





sam: hey dean look at this some guy’s liver was ripped out and apparently another guy’s liver was also ripped out


*they’re in the car*

sam: dean i just… you need to stop treating me like a little kid… i just ugh dean you suck ass

dean: wow fuck u sam


*cut to them interviewing the family*

wife: sooo yeah i just heard him screaming

dean: maam was he screaming about… dank memes, by any chance?

sam: wtf

wife: wtf are you guys crazy?

sam and dean:


sam and dean:

wife: … actually he was

sam: dean i did some research online and i think i know what this is

dean:  A̴̴̢̢ͫ̆̅͆͒ͪͫ̔̎ͨ͋̓͏̦̞͎̮̞͈̯̪̗̮̼͉̭̳̻ ̴̷̧̣͔̤̞͔͈͖̠͇̗̟̻̿̄̾ͧ̐͂͢͝Ḓ̡̛̛̺̙̹̣̏̾̆ͩ̌ͤ̍̔̏̓ͨ̃́̚͝E̛̘̫͍͕͖̳̦̾̐̍́M̷̴̋̀̾ͩ͑͑̐̋̋̓ͮ̃҉̵̳̟͇̼̖͇̲̭̝̪Ǫ̷̧̩̰͈͇̱̲̗ͮ́ͩ̋̋̏ͪͤ̐̇̒ͣ̀Ņ̴̛͉̺͖̺͚͎̲̗̠ͦ̒̉̓̐͋́ͥ̎̆̑̈́ͬ́̚ͅ?̂̃̒͂͐͑ͮ͐̎ͣ̈ͪ́̚͟͏͎͉̜̯̩͈͖̟̤̲̣͈̕ͅ!̶̶̢̩̼̗͉̤̤͙͉̠́ͭ̿͆̽̔̍͂̽ͨͣ̈́́̚͘ͅ

sam: no u fuck dad wrote about it in his journal. it’s called the dank meme ghost it attacks people who abuse dank memes

dean: so we gank it by salting and burning the bones

*they do that but then someone else gets their liver eaten*


sam: THERE’S A RITUAL WE HAVE TO COMPLETE but first we have to lure it here…

dean: ok ill be the bait… Pepe the frog is a terrible meme

*meme ghost appears

ghost:  h̶̨̙̻̜̹̲̞̖̼̣͔̠̫̓̃̌͋̕͜ǫ͕̞̦̦̟͎̣̞̩͍̺̘̮͖̖̼̦̦̆ͯ͛̑̿ͣ͆̀̕͠ͅw̨͈̰̥̖͎̻͔̣͎͓͖̼̰̭̝͈͇̬ͧͫ͗̇ͥͪͬ͋̌͌͊̌̓̆ͭ̐ͪ̉̀͟͠ ͧ͗ͫ͐̌̀̉ͩ̌̏ͣͫ̋ͤ̇̐̑̈҉̧̛̛̼͙͎͇̱̞͙͢f̷̻͍̰̝̰͎̯͎̪̼̮̘̥̲̳͋ͨ̋̌̇ͤ͋̅̀̓̓̆̑́̚͡ư̸̳̩̬̣̬͓̥͔͕̱͇̪͕̜̗̳̰̙̳ͬ͂̊̄̍͋̈́̃͑̇̓ͫ̄̅̈́͂́̚͝c̡͆ͬ͆̇ͤͣ̋̚͘҉̹̩̞͓͉̮̫̝̞̻̞͉͈̞ͅͅk̨̡̪̤̺̲̩̟͓͕̯̝ͨ̓ͯ͆ͥ͂ͧ̄͐͑̂ͥ̍̈́̚͡͝i̴̺͖̥̰̩̘̮̭͋̊͂͊ͅg̛̘̮̫͕͖̦̞̹͙̖̠̲̞͇͍̪̀̒̑ͨ͂͋̾͜͝ṅ̵͔͕͇̱͈͍͛ͧͪ̃͂̐ͬ͌ͨ̇̓̓ ̨̃̑̌̉̇̉̉ͥ͋͐ͪ͊̑ͨ̍̽͢͏̴̫̯̬͍̳͉̰͓̦̠̰͔̲̫̞̤̹̟d̸̵̢̥̲̞̦̙̪̦͚̯̼̝̖̠̳̗͗̀ͥ̂͛ͥ̓̌̂͋ͣͪ̆̅ͪ̄͆̉͢aͬ̇̅ͧ̇̇̽̉͜͟͏͉͈͙̬̭͚͖͚̟͖ͅrͯ̔͗̽͛ͪ̈́̌̽͗̀͏͏̞̭͎̮͓́͝ͅe̢͇͇̰̰̱̞̠̜̯̰̻̲ͭ͗̾͆̔̃͐͂͗ͩ̈͘ ̵̵̧̢̬͈̺͍͙̺ͭ̌ͪ̓̍͐̋͗ͭ̚y̴̛̥͔̫͍̟̞̱̤̗̮̤̼͕̽̔̓̓ͣ͑ͣ̇ͭ̂̀́͢o̎̋̋̓̈̄̋̽ͯ̈͗ͮ̉͟҉̶̺̻̜͇̪̦͉͚̠͈̩͘͢u̷̜̞͔͍͇̟̱͕͚ͬͣͦ̓ͅ


ghost: ah shit

*ghost dies*

dean: wow we did good huh sam


*a demon appears*

dean:  S̸̛̛ͣ̑̈ͪͯ̃ͥ̈͟Ḩ̨̾̌̿ͩ̍̆̈͋̎͑͊ͭͦ̅̐͝I̷͌͛̂͂̔̄̕͢T̡͐ͦ̏̄̽ͤͫ̐͐͝ ̃ͦ̇̏̌̀̐҉̨Į̷̧̔͒̓́͐́̆̒ͪ̌͐̉̌̓ ͊͒ͬ͌̅̂ͧ͋̊̽͑͊̊͆ͥ̉͞͏̷̧Ķ͗ͯ̽̅̒̾̐ͭͪ͋̆̉̎͢N̽̆̃̑̆̾ͬͩ̌̒̾̀̀͆͛̉͞͏E̢̧͊̄̏̌͒͊ͯ̽ͤͮ̈́̏͠W̢̡̛ͣ̅͗ͮ̈̄ͯ̆̌͝͞ ͐ͦ̋̉̕҉̸̧͢Ï̡ͬ̅̈́͛͘͝T̴ͭ͐̈͂ͫ̀̕͞͠

demon: *says something ominous to sam and then disappears*


dean: i mean considering all the shit you’ve done to me-


bobby: idjits

Sleeping awake

Originally posted by marilynmay

Summary: Dean x Reader - The Winchesters and the reader is hunting a creature that’s been killing women in their sleep when it comes to them instead.

Triggers: Threat of death, nightmares, panic attack, sleep paralysis

Word Count: 3891

Y/N = Your name  Y/H/C = Your hair colour

Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5

[Comment: I suffer from sleep paralysis at least once a week so I guess I kind of wrote this for myself as well. Sorry for the weak sleep paralysis descriptions, it’s kind of impossible to properly describe the helplessness that comes with it. Let me know what you think!]

“So a total of five women have been found suffocated in their beds after several nights of waking nightmares involving complete body paralysis, hallucinations and excessive paranoia,” You read aloud from the newspaper article to the two guys in the front seat.

You were headed towards your next hunt and as usual you were in the backseat as Dean drove and Sam looked through his father’s journal from the front. Seated between the two guys, leaning forward from the cramped backseat, you were repeating the case details to them. Trying to make the most out of the road trip by finding out what the hell you were fighting before you got there.

“No signs of breaking and entering and no external or internal signs of force can be found as a reason behind the suffocation,” You continued, skimming through the printout of the article that had been headline news in the local newspaper and looking through other papers for other titbits of information.

According to the different articles the official statement was that the women had all died from unexplainable SUNDS, sudden unexpected death syndrome, but you knew better. The whole thing reeked of something supernatural. And luckily, you were experts in the field of ganking the evil sons of bitches that usually were behind killings of the more paranormal persuasion, or just behind anything plain weird.

“So what are we thinking? Ghosts? Incubi?” Dean said from the front seat, his emerald green eyes glancing up at you through the rear-view mirror.

“I don’t know… The women’s explanations make it seem like a ghost is doing it, but there is something off about the whole thing,” You said, chewing on the nail of your thumb, a bad habit that reared its ugly head whenever you fell deep into thought.

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Family Reunion Part 2

Summary: The fake-boyfriend routine you and Dean had going just got rocky when he told you that he actually loves you

Word Count: 3088

Warnings: None

Part 1 –  Spanish Masterlist

Dean was at the table with a heaping pile of food in front of him when you walked out of your room an hour later. He smiled at you a little hesitantly and pulled out the seat next to him. You sat down, unsure of how to act. He’d changed everything with his pseudo-declaration of love.

Sure, you’d felt something a few times the day before. And maybe a few times in the last few weeks. But you hadn’t chalked it up to anything more than appreciation. He was a great friend.

But he loved you?

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Gif source:  Here

Imagine always laughing at Dean’s stupid puns, making him smile a lot more and making Sam laugh at how oblivious his brother is to your crush.

——— Request for nofate88 ———

Of all the poltergeists you’d hunted with the Winchesters over the years, you’d never expected to come across one in a breakfast diner. You thought it was the head chef that died thirty years prior, but you’d salted and burned the bones and it was still haunting the place. That meant you, Sam, and Dean had to go back to the source: the pancake house.

“Despite the fact someone was murdered here, those pancakes look amazing,” you comment, pointing your finger at the advertisement plastered to the wall, boasting of the best pancakes in all of Arizona.

Dean shakes his head, an expectant grin coming to his face as he shoots towards you jokingly, “Haunted French pancakes give me the crepes.”

You snort in your amusement, your laughter coming out loud in the abandoned pancake house, “Nice one, Dean.”

Sam shakes his head, rolling his eyes, “Can we just handle the ghost, please?”


It’s the weekend! Have some porn. Early season 2-ish. A minor variant (like, eight different words) is up on Ao3.


No, he’d said, the first time Sammy had tried to kiss him, sixteen and half-drunk and stupidly beautiful, even though he’d wanted so badly to say yes. 

It had been no the second time, too, and the thirdfourthfifth; it had been no in a Greyhound parking lot in Iowa and no a year and a half later in Sam’s tiny sophomore dorm, the one and only time Dean had gone to see his little brother at Stanford, because Sammy was just a kid who didn’t know what in the hell he wanted. (If he had, Dean was sure, if he’d had the first fucking clue, he would have wanted something better than him).

So no, he’d said, he’d always said, but when he’d woken earlier to find Sammy crawling into bed with him, he’d—he’d been exhausted and hurting, and instead of no he’d just tangled a hand in his brother’s tee and pulled him in. 

He hadn’t known what it was going to do to him; he hadn’t, here in this old cabin with its rickety table and chairs in one corner and old double mattress in the loft above, where he was lying now sweat-slick and open, cock throbbing, leaking, ass wet from Sammy’s shyly eager mouth and from the lube the kid was slicking into him, three long fingers working deep. 

He’d come once already, wet and creamy across his brother’s tongue, Sammy pinning his hips to the mattress as he’d swallowed him down, throat working, eyes open, watching Dean.

He hadn’t known what it was going to do to him. He hadn’t. 

‘… still good?’ Sam whispered now, watching him with that sweet, worried little furrow between his eyes, like he wasn’t sure, like he couldn’t see, and Dean nodded, once, not trusting his voice, not certain he could speak, hips rocking up as his brother’s fingers twisted inside of him. Sam’s other hand was stroking calloused and warm up his leg, over his hip, along the taut, jumping muscles of his stomach, and Dean didn’t—he’d been fucked before, for fun and for money, but Christ on a crutch, no one else had ever looked at him like this; no one else had ever touched him like this while they’d opened him up, idle and possessive and familiar, like they knew him, like they loved him, and it was cracking something open in his chest that he wasn’t certain he could afford to break.

Sammy crooked his fingers just a little, pressing up, pressing in, and Dean felt his legs jerk on a wash of pricker-sharp heat and want that went shuddering up his spine. He tipped his head back a little, panting, hands scrabbling helplessly against the too-thin sheets as the kid scrubbed his fingertips back and forth, back and forth, and he couldn’t quite swallow the whine building in his throat. Too much, too good, Christ, fuck, please

‘Mine,’ Sam whispered, sounding as broken and pleading as Dean felt. He was riding his little brother’s hand now, couldn’t stop it, wasn’t trying, head thrashing on the thin pillow, once, twice. ‘You’re mine, Dean; no one else gets to see you like this, not anymore; I want—’ His voice cracked like he was still a kid, and that shouldn’t have made this hotter, Christ, shouldn’t—‘Dean, please, I need—’

He reached for his brother, blindly, had half a heartbeat to feel empty, hole clenching, as the kid tugged his fingers free, and then Sammy was on top of him, all long bones and lean muscle and hot bare skin, thighs sliding against his, hips pressed in tight, mouth warm and wet and hungry. Dean crooked a knee around one of his narrow hips to keep him tucked in close as he kissed him (don’t leave don’t leave don’t leave me), got his hands up to twist tight and possessive in his messy hair, and Dad would have put a bullet in him for this, would have salted and burned him and not bothered to bury the bones, but it didn’t matter; it didn’t fucking matter, because Dad was dead, Dad had left him, and Dean—Dean wanted this, wanted something to remember, whenever Sammy decided to leave him, too.

Sam looked down at him, bangs half-hiding his eyes, hot breath puffing unsteady and damp against Dean’s mouth. ‘Let me?’ he whispered, raw-voiced, desperate, and after one unsteady heartbeat Dean jerked his head in another quick, dizzy nod, spread his legs a little wider. The head of Sam’s cock was nudging hot against his ass, slick and thick and bare; he could feel himself flushing, chest and throat and face, could feel sweat breaking out in the crease of his elbows, the hollows of his knees, and then his little brother was pushing inside, was working him all the way open with slow insistent thrusts, and it took Dean a handful of heartbeats to realize that the low, hungry moan in his ears was his own.

Girls’ Night

Summary: You work for the BAU and get called in my Sheriff Donna Hanscum for a case

Word Count: 2490

Warnings: None

A/N: So… I was watching Criminal Minds and thought “What if Dean and Sam picked up a case the BAU was on?” And this just kind of happened…

Version en Español: Noche de Chicas

You sat at the table in the room the local police had set aside for temporary FBI headquarters and stared at the boards in front of you. Pictures of mutilated bodies were taped next to the smiling pictures of the victims before they’d been killed.

Something was off. The thought had been niggling at the back of your mind since you’d begun the case. As a member of the Behavioral Analysis Unit, you had learned to trust your instincts. The only problem was that you weren’t sure exactly what your instincts were trying to say.

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Your Gorgeous, Even If You Are A Sexist Jerk Sometimes! (Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better Part 4)


Part One   Part Two     Part Three

Who: Sam x Dean x reader

Summary: You and your sister Gwen are hunters on a job with Sam and Dean Winchester. You know now for sure you are facing a ghost. Gwen and Sam have hooked up in your room , and you are forced to bunk with Dean or sleep in the car. You are undeniably attracted to Dean, but you don’t mix business and pleasure.

You were so startled you didn’t move for a second, then you found yourself kissing him back. You threaded your hands through his hair as he trailed kisses down your neck. When he started unbuttoning your shirt, sanity returned.

“Wait…..Stop….DEAN.” You said, trying to push him off of you.

“What? Do you ever stop talking?” he growled.

“Shut up. We are not doing this. I am NOT doing this!”

“Why the hell not?” Dean asked impatiently..

“Because we’re working a case. Because I just met you this morning. Because I’m not my sister! Now get off of me! I mean it!“

Dean retreated to the other bed, eyeing you warily. “Why did you kiss me back then?”

“Because your gorgeous,even if you are a sexist jerk sometimes and I’m pretty drunk. That doesn’t mean I want to be the latest in the long line of girls who have fallen into bed with you. I don’t like mixing business and pleasure. Its never good for the hunt.”

“You think I’m gorgeous?” He said, grinning.

 “Duh. I have eyes don’t I? Did you hear anything else I said?”

  “Fine, whatever. Go to sleep, sweetheart.” 

  You settled yourself in Sam’s bed, pulled the covers up to your chin, and in no time you were fast asleep. Sleep didn’t come so easily for Dean. He kept sneaking glances over at you in the other bed.

 After some time you began tossing and turning in your sleep, and muttering, “No, no, no!!! ” over and over. Without warning you began to cry and sat bolt upright, arms flailing, “No, no!!!! ” you screamed. Dean jumped up and came to you, and took you in his arms. “Shhhhhh.. It’s okay. I’ve got you.”.

 You clung to him for dear life, stopped crying and eventually settled down, never once opening your eyes.  “Eric, your OK!” You whispered.You did manage to fall back asleep in Deans arms. So he stayed with you in Sam’s bed. 


The next morning, Sam and Gwen opened the door carrying a 4 pack of coffee and bags of food. “Y/N, I’ve been texting you! I know your mad and hung over, but you never sleep this……..” When she saw you and Dean asleep, she stopped dead in her tracks, her mouth hanging open in shock. Sam walked right into her back, and almost dropped the coffee. “Holy crap Sam! Looks like we weren’t the only ones who got lucky last night!”

You and Dean were a tangle of arms and legs in Sam’s bed. You were molded to his side, and his arms were around you. At the sound of Gwen’s voice Dean opened one bleary green eye. “Do you have to make so much damn noise?”

You lifted your head weakly and looked around. “Gwen?” Where??? Why???“ When you realized who you were wrapped around, you jumped up like a scalded cat. “Whats going on…. What the hell….Why were we…. Oh my God my head.”

“Mornin’ Sunshine, rough night last night?” Gwen said sweetly.

 “Uh, Dean? Something you want to share?” Sam gave his brother a hard look. 

“Nope, I’m good.” Dean said. “You?” 

You turned to look at Dean, still reclining comfortably. ” It’s all a blur. I don’t remember anything.“

 "Sweetheart, I can’t believe you don’t remember!” Dean said, grinning.

 “Stop calling me sweetheart!” You yelled, and immediately clutched your throbbing head.

 Gwen handed you coffee and Motrin. Noting you were wearing only Dean’s shirt said, “Well I think I can guess what happened.” 

 “Y/N isn’t your usual type, Dean.” Sam said. “

” You mean I don’t have bleached hair, fake boobs and a single digit IQ?” You said immediately. 

 “There’s my girl!” Said Dean.

 Gwen and Sam began laying out food on the small table. “I’m not your damn girl! You rounded on Gwen. ” And this is all your fault! If you hadn’t been so hot to get in Sam’s pants none of this would have happened! Your lucky I don’t know where my gun is because I’d probably shoot you! And you!“ You said, pointing at Sam. No one said anything. They were afraid to. 

 You snatched a breakfast sandwich from Sam’s hand and said angrily, ” I’m going to take a shower!“ As you made for the door Dean said, ” Maybe put some clothes on before you make the walk of shame, sweetheart?“ 

 You looked down and saw you were wearing Dean’s shirt. “Where the fuck are my clothes Dean?” He just pointed. They were in a neat pile in the corner. You grabbed them went into the bathroom, slamming the door so hard the walls rattled.

 Dean joined Gwen and Sam at the table. “Is she always like this?” 

 You marched out of the bathroom. “I hate all three of you right now!” And out the door you went.

 “Wow!” Sam said. “I definitely got the sweeter sister.” 

 “Don’t joke Sam, OK? Y/N has been thru a lot. There are reasons she is the way she is.” Gwen said shortly.   But that’s her story to tell, not mine.

 Dean seemed to debate with himself, then said, “Just for the record, we didn’t have sex, OK? She was having a nightmare…..crying and stuff.  The only way she would calm down was if I stayed with her.  So I did. I swear. I was just messing with her because she was too drunk to remember.” 

To both the guys surprise, Gwen laughed. “Good for you!  It’s about time someone gave Y/N a run for her money. Your the first guy she has shown even the slightest interest in I can’t tell you when.  I’d better go make sure she doesn’t leave without me.  Let me calm her down and we’ll meet back here to do some research, OK?”

Gwen kissed Sam passionately before she headed out the door.

“I hope she was worth it, Sammy.” Dean grumbled.

“Oh yeah.” Sam said with a slow grin that Dean matched.

“I didn’t tell Gwen this, but I did kiss Y/N.”  Dean admitted.


“So worth it.”


Gwen was waiting when you got out of the shower.  “I can’t believe you ditched me last night, Gwen. Its fine if you want to hook up with a guy you just met! But making me have to bunk with some stranger when I am drunk….. And then I wind up sleeping with him. That’s a new low, even for you.”

“I’m sorry. I just got caught up in…..Dean said you had the nightmare again.  It’s been what, a year since you’ve had it?”

“I did?” You searched your memory. Everything after the bar was a whiskey-soaked blur.  You remembered the feel of Dean’s lips on yours, but nothing else. 

“Why don’t you just cut the crap and admit your attracted to Dean? That’s why you are being such a God-awful bitch. It’s been 5 years, Y/N.  You have to let yourself live again. Get dressed, we are meeting back in their room for research.  We have to figure out who that ghost was.  Sooner we do, sooner we can salt and burn the bones.“  And with this, Gwen was out the door.

When you came back to Sam and Dean’s room, the Gwen and Sam were deep in research mode. Dean looked up when you returned.

“Feeling better?”

“Much. Let’s just not talk about last night, okay? What did you guys find out?”

“We’re going to have to make a trip to the local library. See if they have back issues of the paper. Its tedious work, but with four of us it should go quickly. ” Sam said.

 “Why don’t we just ride together?” Dean suggested. “I think we all, ahem….know each other pretty well now.” 

 “Fine, can we take your car, it’s bigger.?” You asked. 

 “No one drives my baby but me.” Dean said instantly. 

 “Wait, you call your car baby?? Your not one of those guys that has a physical thing with their car are you?” 

 “What?? No!!”

 “ Actually, he kind of is!”. Sam said laughing. 

 “I call back seat with Sam.”Gwen said. 

 “Can he even FIT in the back seat?” You asked. Your not fooling anyone G, you just want to make out. I’m not stupid.“

“So don’t look.” 

 “Wow Sammy, these two are worse than us!” Dean said affectionately to his brother.

 You did your best to keep you eyes off what was going on in back , so you made small talk with Dean. “Where are you girls from?”

 “Pennsylvania, you? 

 ” Kansas.“

 "How much older than Sam are you?”

 “Four years”. You?“

 "Three years.”

They kept peppering each other with questions until they arrived at the small Higgins County library. Visiting the reference desk they found that the back issues of the paper were on the microfiche and they would have to go through them all. Beyond tedious.

Luckily there were 4 stations so you got to work. After a while your eyes were watering and you had developed quite a headache. After about 4 straight hours of work, you caught Sam’s eye and mimed eating s sandwich. He nodded.

“I need food.” Dean said. You broke for lunch and then put in a few more hours  before the library closed. Finally after almost an entire day of research, Gwen got a .break “Guys, I think I have it. 1899 Josiah Walton killed his wife and daughters in a drunken rage. Slit their throats. Shot himself when he realized that he had done. I think this is our guy. Location matches.  Now, we just have to find out where he is buried……..

Partners in Crime (Part 2)

Summary: You have fallen hard for Gabriel, now the problem is telling your brothers (PART ONE HERE)

Characters: Trickster (Gabriel), Reader

Pairings: Gabriel X Reader

Word Count: 4700+

A/N: This is based off the request I got from @sewlovelynerd asking for a ReaderX Gabriel flick where the reader is falling for the Trickster and finds out he is an angel. This is part Two

This is my first shot at any other pairing than Dean, so hopefully I did okay. Thank you guys so much for reading. As always, any feedback would be wonderful. Please like and reblog!

Tagging my squad- @shortandlongstories @for-a-brothers-love @tigershadow @im-forever-a-fangirl @readingissupernatural  @spnfanficpond

Also, I would like requests if you guys have any. Sometimes its hard to come up with good ideas for fics on my own. If you want tagged, drop me an ask.

Warnings: Language, fluff, violence, angst

Originally posted by thetrickintrickster

How do you tell your overprotective brothers that your boyfriend is an archangel, formally a pagan god, that killed the one brother a hundred times just to fuck with the other? Well, you don’t. Gabe and you were flying under the radar and you saw him whenever you could sneak away for a solo hunt.

After you guys had taken care of that angel problem you had joined back up with your brothers. And it hadn’t been easy. Cause guess what? Sam lied to Dean, Dean lied to Sam. Sam killed Lilith and unleashed Lucifer, which would technically be your boyfriend’s brother. And now Zachariah was ten different ways up your asses to get Dean to say yes to the dress. Or would that be yes to being the dress? It doesn’t matter…God, you thought you knew drama in high school. Now, you couldn’t make this shit up.

Your phone buzzed as you raced down the highway. It was Dean again, “What Dean?”

“Where are you?”

“Going on a hunt…Just like I said I was.”

“You were serious?”

“Um…Yeah.” It was sassier than necessary,

“What’s up with all the solo hunts lil’ sis?”

You couldn’t tell your brother you had a boyfriend because he would stab him. Even if it had just been a normal human guy, Dean would have stabbed him, “Because it is a spirit and I can take care of it quick while you and Sam take care of that vamps nest.”

“Alright…Whatever. Text me and let me know your still kicking.”

“Sounds good Dean…Talk to you later, okay?”

“Alright. Stay safe.” You hung up the phone.

“So am I Dean’s definition of safe?” You nearly wrecked the car as Gabe appeared in your passenger seat. You had to pull over to the shoulder, “Mother fucker Gabe!….I told you to stop doing that shit!”

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