Summary – It
takes a near death experience for the reader to find out why she can see an
Word Count –
Warnings – Canon-type
A/N – When I hit
my 500 follower milestone, I did drabble requests. I only received two, so I am
turning them into full one shots instead!
This one was from @trinityjadec: “OH MY GOSH CONGRATS YOU DESERVE SO
MANY FOLLOWERS!!! Could I have Cas and something with his wings? (still have an
unhealthy obsession) I LOVE YOU SO MUCH KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK”
Here you go, Trinity! I hope you enjoy it and I’m so sorry for the
Also written for @percussiongirl2017’s
I’m Finally Legal Birthday Challenge. I
got #37: Why can I see your wings? And
the song “If I Died Today” by Tim McGraw
You would never forget the first time you saw Castiel. You were sitting in the bunker library with
Sam, discussing a possible vampire case up in Omaha that you’d been trying to
research for several days, when the front door opened and Dean began descending
the stairs with another man you’d never seen before.
“I’ll meet you two in the car,” Sam announces, throwing Dean his jacket and turning to leave.
“What are you going to do in the forty minutes it takes Dean to get ready?” You tease, earning a scoff from Dean and a snort from Sam.
“I’ll braid my hair,” He turns around and leaves the motel room, leaving you and Dean on your own.
“Oh ha-ha, Y/N,” Dean laughs sarcastically. You laugh. “You know it’’s true- now be a gentleman and don’t look,” You sass, remembering that Sam had broken the knob of the bathroom door earlier that morning. You didn’t want to be locked in a bathroom on a case, after all. Dean rolls his eyes with a small smile and turns around.
I was kinda debating on whether or not I’d draw some of the supers ((since I’m not done with the centaurs and a few other V-Day things)) but it was a good chance to work on my girl (mostly her story, her patterns and colors are always changing) and I had fun doodling them, so it was worth it *V0V*
Characters: Sister!Reader, Dean, Sam, Cas, Charlie Words: 955 Requested by Anonymous:
I know you are not taking requests right now,
but I thought you might like this idea for when you do. I was thinking a sister
Winchester image. Both Boys are sick at the bunker and the reader has to take
care of them by herself as well as do research for a hunt she found, while
helping Charlie and cas out with separate problems. Before you know it, it all
becomes too much for the reader, and she is so overwhelmed that she goes off on
everyone. Then they all make up
A/N: If you want to be tagged in anything, just let me know. :)
four books open on the table in front of you and your ears wide open for any
sound coming from your brothers. You hated that they were both sick. Of course,
it had to happen at the same time. So, you were nursing to sick grown men.
The books weren’t
helping at all. You weren’t even sure if you were retaining any of the
information. You needed to figure out what you would be up against if you took
on the hunt you thought you had found. Could you leave your brothers alone
while you went on a hunt? Would they let you go on a hunt alone?
As if he
knew you were thinking about him, Dean called your phone. You had forbid them
from yelling because they starting coughing if they did. So, you made them call
you if they needed anything.
Description: After being separated for two years due to they’re hunting struggles, the reader and Sam meet again on Valentine’s Day, but not for the reason either one would like.
Warnings: Mentions of blood and violence, mentions of character death
A/N: This was supposed to be one part but before I even was halfway through it was 6.5k words so I split it into parts, if you want to be tagged let me know.
I love reading Sam imagines because he’s such a loving character and it’s so hard to not want to hold onto his leg and not let go. He’s freaking adorable. Hopefully this will make you feel the same way.
Also my heart cracked a little after writing this because it isn’t as happy as my first Dean one but oh well
Mary isn’t in this so don’t worry about her being in this storyline and this story takes place of the course of many years so keep an eye out for the dates
February 13th 2017
Sam Winchester is a lover. He was never one to enjoy one night stands or quick hook ups with random girls who have had one too many. He also isn’t someone to cut off an old friend or family member just because they made a mistake, he knows he made so many anyway. Sam Winchester isn’t known for being cold, and anyone who knew him would say that he didn’t deserve the cold life he now had to lead.
His best friend, greatest weakness, and big brother died.
This time wasn’t like all the others. It wasn’t like the Mystery Spot or when Dean went to hell. This time felt permanent.
Dean’s healthy, young body laid cut, bruised, and broken on the bunker table. How could this hunt, of all hunts be the one to take him? After the apocalypse, hell hounds, thousands of demons, battles with angels and a damn werewolf takes him down?
Sam was infuriated, angrily and continuously drank the whiskey straight from the bottle which was standing next to the tipped over empty one.
He has been staring at his brothers lifeless body for almost two hours, waiting for him to take a breath of life even though, deep down, Sam knew it wouldn’t happen.
Cas left him completely alone, which only made Sam more angry and more heartbroken.
More time had passed by and now he was on his fourth bottle of whiskey. At this point, his anger turned into sadness and he couldn’t bare it anymore.
He had been sitting in the same spot on the old wooden chair for three hours now, still waiting for someone to come back.
Now impatient, he stood up taking the bottle with him, Sam now couldn’t bare the thought of being alone as more tears ran down his face.
His chest was heavy and his heart ached in pain with every thump that pumped blood through his veins.
“Why like this? Why wasn’t it me?!”
Sam screamed and threw the bottle of whiskey towards the stairs.
With the break of the glass, the two people descending the staircase stopped in horror and fear.
Sam whispered left dumbfounded after seeing your face.
“Sorry I was gone for so long, it was hard to find her.”
Cas mumbled, his vessels eyes slightly swollen from the evident tears that ran down his face.
You started to say, until he broke down in tears once again. You ran over to him and wrapped him in your arms, while he bent down and held you tighter then ever before, leaning down to place his face into your neck.
“I’m here, you’re not alone anymore, I’m here.”
Unknowingly to you, Sam felt more relieved that you were here. You were the only person he loved as much as Dean and Cas, but after being apart for so long, it only felt like he loved you more since you came back for him.
However this information didn’t yet cross Sam’s mind, the only thing that would run through his thoughts was that Dean was dead.
Also unknown to Sam was how much you missed him and it further broke your heart that you had to meet him once again under these circumstances.
After a long sob, Sam pulled away from your arms, his back now aching because of how long he crouched down for.
You smelled the whiskey on him from a mile away, and knew that wouldn’t help a grieving heart.
“Come here honey, sit down. Stay here I’ll make you some tea.”
Being sweeter than sugar, you took his hand and lead him to the couch where he lied down and placed his throbbing head onto a soft pillow. You took a blanket that was thrown over the chair next to him and placed over his long body, tucking him in and pushing back his hair, exposed his face.
Cas was in the kitchen, sitting with his head in his hands. You sighed to yourself, wanting to grieve too but forcing yourself to hold back the tears and hold your head up high for the two men you loved most.
You put on the hot water and gently placed your hand on Cas’ shoulder, causing him to look up.
“We’ll make it through this Cas, please help me convince Sam of that.”
He nodded and took your hand, squeezing it.
“You go and keep and eye on him, I know what he likes in his tea.”
This time you nodded and left the room, walking out of the kitchen only to find Sam asleep on the warm, plush couch.
You couldn’t help but think about how long you’ve been gone. It was too long and now too late. Sam is broken and Dean is gone. The guilt danced in your heart but you pushed it aside, not wanting to be the weak foundation Sam couldn’t stand on.
Your eyes couldn’t help but lead from Sam’s sleeping body to Dean’s. Still not wanting to break down, you forced yourself to look away, but couldn’t contain your sorrow any longer.
In hopes of Sam resting in a deep slumber and for Cas not being able to find the tea bags again, you slowly walked over to your best friends lifeless form.
Silently, tears dripped down your face after you saw the aftermath of his newest hunt. Gently, almost afraid to touch him, you hesitantly placed you hand on his cold one, thinking of your goodbyes.
For he was the man that introduced you to his brother, who saved you and Sam countless times. He was the man that knew of your secret feelings for his baby brother.
Hearing movement coming from the couch, you quickly wiped the tears off your face and removed your hand from Dean’s. Crossing your arms you looked over to see Sam only a few feet from you, not wanting to look at his brother any longer.
Sam cleared his throat before he dared to speak.
“(Y/N), can you stay here? Just until you know I’m okay?”
You nodded, silent in reply, afraid that if you spoke your voice would break and tears would fall down again.
Sam knew you were as heartbroken as him, he could see it on your face. He admired that you were staying strong, but out of his own love for you, he only wished for you to be ok.
He reached his hand out, gesturing for you to take it, and when you did, Sam pulled you into his body, this time left you cry on his shoulder.
Here are some new fic recs!! I apologize for not doing these every week like I was doing when I started. It’s been difficult to read other people’s fics during this class. I’m going to try and be better about it.
“An Audience with the King” written by @strangersangel9. A Medieval AU where King Negan finds a trespasser in his forest, Lady Katherine Whitehaven. (TWD)
“Partners in Crime” written by @kittenwritesstuff. The reader is trapped with the others on Soldier Island. She fakes her death, but Philip sees right through it. (ATTWN, mild angst and fluff).
“An Argument” written by @itybitynovak. The reader gets into an argument with her brother Sam, so Dean takes matters into his own hands to get them to make up. (SPN, angst, fluff)
“Bigger” written by @writingfromkitchenator. The reader, who’s a curvy girl, goes to the bar after a hunt with Sam and Dean. When her confidence takes a hit, Crowley comes to make her feel special. (SPN, angsty fluff)
“Book…Need…” written by @sdavid09. Dwalin goes to library in Erebor to find a book for Thorin. There he meets Ria and the awkward side of Dwalin emerges. (Tolkien, fluffy humor)
“Christmas Kisses” written by @viddya. David Rossi knows when he’d being flirted with. His co-worker is absolutely flirting with him, but when he refuses to kiss her, he could ruin everything between them. (Criminal Minds, slight angst.)
“Always Listening” written by @team-barry. The reader struggles with her knew mind-reading powers and needs help from Cisco. (The Flash.)
There you are, lovelies! Some new fics for you! Remember, if you have a fic you’d like me to read, feel free to message, ask or tag me but I will not recommend smut/nsfw!! Happy reading! Lots of love!
You came back to the bunker with
tears streaming down your cheeks. Your boyfriend broke up with you and he told
you that you’re disgusting, stupid and worthless. How could he do that to you,
after everything you had done for him? He was a wreck when you met him and you
showed him you loved him anyway and now he was suddenly too cool for you to be
his girlfriend. You stood by him even on his worst days, and this is how he
repaid you, by breaking your heart. If he just broke up with you, fine, but he
didn’t need to say all those awful things. You ran through the bunker halls and
when you came to your room you threw the door shut. You threw yourself on the
bed and cried into the pillow. You didn’t want Sam or Dean to see you like
this, you had been crying for over an hour now, so you probably looked
disgusting like your ex Ethan told you.
There was a light knock on your
door, but you didn’t care, you just kept crying into the pillow. There was
another knock and some voices outside.
“Y/N.” Sam said, but you didn’t
“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Dean asked. You
loved that they cared about you, but did they have to care right now, when all
you wanted was to be left alone. One of them tried to open the door, but it was
locked so it didn’t work.
“Y/N, open up.” Sam said and tried
to open the door again. Didn’t he get it was locked?
“If you don’t unlock the door, we’re
going to kick it in.” Dean said. You didn’t really care what they would do; you
just couldn’t get yourself to get out of bed to go unlock the door. After a
while there was a crash and you assumed that was the door. The bed dipped down
and you knew Sam and Dean sat on the bed next to you, even without looking.
“What happened?” Sam put a hand on
your back and moved it back and forth.
“Y/N, talk to us.” Dean said with
“He dumped me.” You murmured into
“What?” they asked at the same time.
You moved your head so you wouldn’t speak into the pillow again.
“He dumped me.” You sobbed. “And he
said I’m disgusting, stupid and worthless.” You cried.
“Hey, Y/N look at us.” Sam said and
you moved to lay on your back. “You are none of those things.”
“No, Ethan is a jerk.” With that
Dean took your hands and pulled you up so you were sitting up in bed. “Don’t
care about what he said, he’s stupid.” A small smile moved across your lips,
but it disappeared as soon as it came. Dean’s phone began to ring so he took it
out of his jeans pocket to answer, after he had answered he left your room, but
“So what do you want to do? Eat
ice-crème and watch movies?” wow, he knew you to well. You smiled at him and
nodded. “Okay then. I’ll go get the ice-crème and you choose a movie.” He
smiled and left your room.
You turned the TV on and watched
through Netflix for a good movie; you choose the movie Central
Intelligence. When Sam
came back with the ice-crème you were sitting in bed leaning against the
headboard. He took a seat next to you and gave you one of the spoons. He opened
the ice-crème box and you began eating as you played the movie.
Halfway into the
movie and after you ate all the ice-crème Dean came to stand in the doorway for
a short while. When he saw that Sam and you watched a movie and that you were
okay, he left.
The movie ended and
you sighted and lay down on your back with a thud.
“Don’t think about
him.” Sam said and lay down next to you. He turned to his side so he was facing
you, and you did the same.
“It’s just… he
really hurt me.” You sobbed.
“I get that, but
don’t think about what he said. You are beautiful, smart, talented and gorgeous
and so much more than that. You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen
and I… I love you.” When those last words left his mouth your eyes widened,
did he really say he loves you? You opened your mouth to respond but he stopped
you by putting a finger against your lips. “You don’t have to say it back or
anything; you just got out of a relationship. I just wanted you to know how I
feel about you.” Some tears formed in your eyes at what he said.
“I like you, Sam, a
lot. But I need time to heal first.” You said and he nodded.
“I understand that
and I respect it.”You were happy he told you how he felt and you were happy he
understands that you need to heal first, but still you wanted to kiss him, and
just like he had read your mind his face moved closer to yours. “I know you
need to heal, but can I just kiss you once?” You nodded and he pressed his lips
against yours in a slow kiss.
He licked at your
lower lips and you parted them to let him in. Your tongues met in slow
movements and it felt so right to kiss him, even if you just got dumped. You
moved one of your hands to the side of his neck and he did the same. You were
laying there close to each other kissing for a while before you both needed to
breathe, you both moved back a bit and looked at each other.
“I’ll wait for you,
if you want me too.” He whispered.
“I want you too.”
“Then I’ll wait,
for as long as it takes.” He smiled and a smile covered your lips, and just
like that Ethan wasn’t all that was on your mind.’