sam this is all your fault dammit

Surprise (3/?)

Summary :  You die while being on a mission with the team. At least , that’s what you thought. What happens when you suddenly wake up alive ? What do you do now? & how will the team handle the news after thinking you’ve been dead for months?

Warnings : swearing, angst, violence , fluff( tiny, tiny bit for now).

Pairing, (so far) : Avengers x reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader( No permanent pairing yet!)
* Bold is readers thoughts,  &  italics are memories. *

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 You laugh at Tonys outburst as he pulls you to him, returning the tight hug. ” Welcome Back Y/n. “ He whispers into your ear . 

The rest of the teams welcome was the same, except Steve, Sam and Buckys. 

  Sam lifts you off the ground, swinging your around .” I fucking hoped it was you ! “ he cheers as he sets you down. You kiss his cheek and giggle. Bucky tugs you into a bonecrushing hug as he swears under his breath .  

” Hi Buckaroo “

  ” I cant believe its you Y/n. “ he admits as he steps back to look at you . A smirk forms on his face, ” Damn, looking as good as ever darling .“ he flirts. A blush blossoms over your cheeks.

 ” Bite me Barnes. “

” With pleasure .“ he shoots back with a wink. You roll your eyes .

Steve is still standing there with his eyes bugging out of his head.  ” Hi Stevie .“  your voice shy & quiet . 

” Oh my  God. “ he whispers, still staring at you .

Is he not happy to see me?

  Tears start flowing down your cheeks at the thought. When Steve sees the first one fall he steps forwards, swiping It away gently. He pulls you to him, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your hair. You swear he sniffs your hair, but you ignore it , hugging him tightly to you .

Originally posted by peoplealwaysleave-99

All too quickly his arms disappear , and he is stepping back from you . He doesn’t say a word, just walks out of the room like his life depended on it.You , Bucky & Sam all exchange confused glances at Steves behavior .What the hell? Bucky races after him, while Sam pulls you towards the bar.

  ” You know, he wasn’t the same after that mission.“ Sam tells you as  he knowingly watches you look for your friends.You sigh, bringing your glass to your lips. ” He blames himself for losing you . Me & Barnes have caught him sleeping in your old room a handful of times.  He wouldn’t let any of us pack up your things. “ Your heart breaks at the information sam feeds you ,I never wanted him to blame himself, dammit.

 ” Its not his fault though . He didn’t know-“

” You know you told him you loved-“

” Shut up Sam. “   

He starts laughing loudly , ” Damn , I missed you.“ 

” Yeah yeah , I missed you too bird butt.“  You hear him groan . You giggle, and pull him to the deserted dancefloor.  

” Come on Sammy!“ he doesn’t fight it, just lets you drag him  . The song changes to something a little more upbeat, and he starts twirling you around the floor. You giggle as you two dance, knowing you look anything but suave . 

Originally posted by giftedmotherfucker

  The team surrounds you two ( minus Steve and Bucky) and laughs while they watch you and Sam horribly dance. You manage to coax most of them into dancing, and before you know it the dancefloor is filling with people.   

    You take a break from dancing and weave through the crowd and back to the bar.  You see Steve and Bucky leaning against it ,so you dart towards them . 

” Can we talk?“ you ask Steve as you approach  .  He sighs, and nods towards the door leading to the balcony. Bucky sends you a symphathetic  look before you follow behind Steve.  When the door shuts behind you , you decide to make the first move ,

” Steve -“

” You died. I watched you die in my arms from bullets that were meant for me.“  You don’t know how to respond, so you don’t. 

” You’ve been gone a year , and ive spent every god damn day blaming myself.“ "It wasn’t your fault !  I- ”

“ Your right ,it wasn’t my fault. It was yours. What the hell were you thinking  jumping infront of me like that ! ” he bellows . You’ve never seen this side of him, hes never been angry with you before and its terrifying.

 " I was saving your damn Life Steve!“

” No one asked you to y/n! You aren’t enhanced, you weren’t even a part of the damn team! , I didn’t need you to save me!“Tears escape your eyes, his words sinking in .

 ” I couldn’t watch you die Steve.“ you whisper  

Steves POV

  I let out a dry laugh at her statement, ” So you made me watch you die instead? You were selfish and naïve. You had no place being there that day. You aren’t special  like the others on the-“ As soon as the words leave my mouth I realize just how bad they sound. Before I get a chance to rephrase she speaks,

Originally posted by heartfulloffandoms

 ” I’m so fucking sorry , did I hurt your fucking ego saving your life?!“ she spits, her voice dripping with anger. 

 Fuck , I didn’t mean to - ugh I really need to learn how to not look like an ass.

” Y/n I didn’t-“

” Fuck off Rogers. I thought we were friends, i thought youd be happy to see me but clearly i was fucking wrong. “ She says before storming back into the party . ” I’m an idiot.“ i say to myself,

” Yeah you really are.“  I look seeing Bucky in the doorway . ” What the hell were you thinking ?! That girl saved your ass because she loves you ,Did you forget that ?  Or are you still trying to deny your own feelings . “ he barks  at me.

 ” I need to find her. “ I say as i push past him , I know he is right, i think about the fact that i never got to tell her how i felt about her everyday  .  I search through the crowd of people, but come up empty .

 ” Her and Pietro just left, it was a big night for her . Let her sleep it off.“ Sam says as he approaches me.

 Son of a bitch .


 You’re thankful Pietro is just as exhausted and overwhelmed as you  .He jumped at the chance to head to bed when you announced you were calling it a night. You’ve spent a lot of night together back when it was just the two of you , never in a sexual way though .    Tears start falling the second you step foot in your old room .  Everything was the same way you left it that day , except your bed. You always made your bed before you left,   right now though the blankets tossed to one side and the pillows are strewn across it. You step closer and Steve scent find your nostrils. He really has been sleeping  in here.

    You shake off the sadness that starts to form, and begin digging through your drawers for pajamas. You both switch from your party clothes into pj’s , then fall into your old bed. 

 ” P, even though its not just the two of us anymore, we are still going to stay close right? “ you question .

He pulls you closer to him , placing a light kiss on your forehead, ” You cant get rid of me that easily Y/n . I never really thought id be this close to someone other than Wanda , I don’t plan on giving it up.“    You lean up to kiss his cheek,

” Neither do I “ .    

  ” Sex must not have been that good, we didn’t even hear you doing it.“  

You groan , rolling on your back as you look towards your open door. Tony is standing there with a smug look on his face . You hear Pietro mumble as he stretches next to you .

"  For all you know Tony, I’m a quiet lover. ” you say through your yawns . 

He lets out a loud laugh , “ I’d love to find out. ”

You fake gag as you stand , all your bones cracking as you fully stretch  .“ What do you need ironballs?”

 " I wanna run a few tests on you two, see how your insides are looking.“ he simply states, you watch as his eyes go to your bare legs .

” Eyes up here perv. You want to do this now?“  You slide on the first pair of shorts you find. 

” Yeah , might as well get it out of the way .“ he shrugs  .You hear Pietro lightly snoring then look to see him asleep again and wrapped in your blanket.

"Seriously?"    you yank Pietro out of bed by his foot . He yelps as he lands on the floor. A strong of curses flows from his lips as he stands .

” We have to give Tony blood, stay awake for like 20 minutes then you can go back to bed ,lazy ass. “ He mumbles but follows after the both of you .      It doesn’t take long for Tony to poke and prod at the both of you. You decide to head to the communal kitchen,  your stomach kept grumbling while  you in the lab . As soon as you step off the elevator you hear laughter echoing through the floor. 

 You keep walking towards the sound, finding Sam , Bucky and Steve sitting on the couch watching cartoons. Are they watching Scooby doo? !

  You fight the urge to yell at them for not inviting you , you still don’t want to speak to Steve after last night. You walk straight to the kitchen  ,but since you have to pass by the couches Sam sees you .

 " Well good morning Sunshine!” he calls, you wave but keep moving.  

You go right to the fridge, finding a bowl of fresh cut fruit.God yes.

You grab it then hop on to the counter as you begin eating.  You moan at the taste of the strawberry ,

 " so that’s what gets you hot & bothered, huh?“  Buckys voice startles you ,causing you to almost drop your fruit.

 ” I’m putting fucking bells around your neck.“ you playfully threaten .

 He lets out a booming laugh while he walks closer to you . He opens his mouth , silently asking for a piece . You roll your eyes as you feed him a grape.   

" Why don’t we go  out and do something today ?” he asks,  you hum in agreement before adding,

“ If I don’t eat right now Barnes, ill be your worst nightmare."  He rolls his eyes at you with a chuckle.

 ” Shes not kidding, I’ve seen her up close when she hasn’t eaten Buck. I’m glad you found the fruit I left you . " Steve says as he enters.

Oh so now hes friendly? Fuck him and his dumb delicious fruit.

 You don’t acknowledge Steves words, or even his presence . You place the bowl of remaining fruit on the counter , hopping down from your seat . 

“ Y/n , can we -”

 " No, I don’t think we can Captain Rogers. “ 

Originally posted by wonderloves

Bucky sighs at the two of you .

 ” Told you she wouldn’t talk to him !“ Sam yells from the couch . You snort, and grab an orange off the counter and lean towards the doorway to toss it at him. You hear a thud then Sam grunt.  Bucky bursts out laughing, and you can see Steve shake his head at your antics.

 ” I’m still kinda tired Buck, maybe we can go do something another day .“ you offer

 ” What about a movie day ?“  His puppy dog eyes on full display as he asks.Jesus, I don’t think anyone can say no to him.

” Damn it Barnes.  Fine. “   You invite the rest of the team for a movie day , but only Sam, Steve , Pietro and Wanda join the two of you .  The twins sat next to each other , laughing and teasing each other the entire time.  Watching the two of them made your heart swell with happiness. They both looks so complete in each others presence, you’ve never seen Pietro so happy  .   

Originally posted by e-dna-e-mod-e

” Mr. Stark is requesting everyone in his lab in 5 minutes.“ FRIDAY announces.

I wonder what new toy he wants to show us  .

    You make your way down, sitting next to Natasha on a stool .

 ” What did he build now?“ you whisper to her

” I have no idea, but whatever it is better not be alive. “ she hisses. You cant hide your snort at her comment. The team breaks out in smiles at the sound 

 ” I cant believe I’m going to say this , but I think I fucking missed your laugh snorting. “ Clint says . You hear everyone agree , making you blush  .

” Guys stop .“ you say bashfully.   

” So get this , “ Tony says as he strolls in .

” You know you’re the one that called us here , and YOU were late. “ you point out

” I do what I want.“ he says with a shrug. Of course you do Tony.

He has FRIDAY pull up two screens, one showing your blood cell samples, and the other Pietros . They looked drastically different, yet with some similiarities.  His have specks of silver in them, along spikey balls attached to some .Ewh is that normal?

  Yours is what makes your eyes nearly pop from your head, you had the same spikey balls , but they are blue, & multiplying every few seconds.

 ” Tony what the hell is that !“ You shriek

 ” Calm down .  Pietros looks the way it does because the particles that came from your TAHITI bonded with his already mutated ones from his enhancements. Weird bonded with weirder and seemingly complimented eachother well and balanced him out. You my dear, didn’t have the prior enhancement, but the program seems to have created some. “ It did what now?

” I’m sorry what? “ He clears off Pietros screen and zooms onto yours.   

” Tony what are you saying ?“ Steve asks as he watches your screen . 

” I don’t know how to make this anymore understandable. Speedy over there, already had mutated cells when TAHITI was administered. He is already enhanced so his cells were trying to heal him the minute he was injured, the program only slightly helped since they were already laced with all the mutation possible. Y/n, had completely normal cells , hence why TAHITI helped her heal so much faster. It seems it also mutated her cells. “  

 You all are still sending him ’ wtf ’ looks, Tony pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration . ” English Tony.“ you say, annoyance clear in your tone.  

” You . Are.Enhanced. Whatever abilities you have just haven’t surfaced yet.“   

  Your mouth drops open,  ” you- I - but - what?“  Your mind cant seem to stick on one question ,the team stays silent as they watch your face scrunch in realization .

 ” It’s going to be alr-“ 

” What the hell Tony !“ you bellow ” How did SHIELD miss this !?!“   

” They didn’t miss it , they sent it over to me  so I could get a closer look and see if I could trigger-“ 


  You hate this, you hate being left out of the loop , and you especially hate being left out when its concerning you . 

   ” Y/n, calm down -“ Steve starts, he puts his hand on your shoulder but you rip yourself out of his grip .

  "  Back the hell off Steve. ” you growl   

 " Sir, it seems Miss Y/n’s vitals are skyrocketing into dangerous numbers .“ FRIDAY announces.

  ” Y/n, you need to relax. “ Tony says as he slowly approaches you .   

” Wait , Tony did you know about Y/n and Pietro all this time?“ Natasha asks suspiciously .  

He hesitates before answering, ” I didn’t know about Maximoff, but I was informed about Y/n when she woke up and they saw the abnormalities in her cells. They sent me her bloodwork when their team couldn’t- "  

“ You knew ? ” Steve slams his hands against one of the tables.   

“ It was confidential ,and even if it wasn’t, I couldn’t risk telling anyone. What If something went wrong and she didnt come back? You’d all be heartbroken  !” Tony defends.

 " I WAS ALREADY HEARTBROKEN!“  Steve snaps at Tony.  At this point, all you feel is pure rage flowing through you .

How could Tony know ,and not even call me ?  I sat in that damn facility for months, and he fucking knew?! And who the hell is Steve to say he was heartbroken! Did he forget our conversation from  last night already! 

  You try to even your breathing ,but nothing seems to help .  You register your name being called but you’re so focused on not trying to kill Tony or Steve that you cant answer. They are still bickering about you like you aren’t even in the room .   ” SHUT UP. BOTH OF YOU , JUST SHUT THE HELL UP !“ You scream at the two infront of you .  They go silent, locking their eyes on you.

 ” Miss Y/n, I advise you take a seat your vitals are showing-“  You don’t hear the rest, everything goes silent  and your vision fades to absolute darkness.

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Only You

Words: 1.7k

Summary: You and Castiels friendship becomes complicated.

Warnings: Angst, character death

A/N: This kind of hurt to write. I was listening to “Only You” by Selena Gomez (not my usual style, but whatevs) after watching 13 Reasons Why and this oneshot just kind of happened. Constructive feedback is always appreciated. If you’d like to be added to my master tag list, send me an ask or DM.


Castiel smiled as he watched you giggle and the story Sam was telling about the first time he and Dean hustled pool.

Your smile, your laugh, your entire being made Castiels heart flutter. He had been aware of the idea of love for his entire existence, but this was the first time he really felt it. Too bad he was an angel and angels were never supposed to fall in love.

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Gotta Be Faster

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: An injury during a hunt leaves you needing some medical attention

A/N: This idea came to me after my own painful trip to the dentist   x.x

Originally posted by cggally

“Ugh” you groaned as you held an ice pack to the side of your face. The pain had subsided a bit after some Advil and ice, but the thing about a crowbar to the face was it didn’t quiet easily. You were exhausted. The boys and yourself hadn’t slept in over 24 hours since the whole ordeal.

Hunting the demon was easy, it was the struggle that got you. You had managed to dodge a few thrown objects while Dean snuck up on it from behind, but it was the crowbar that finally made contact. With your jaw. You moaned on the floor clutching your face as Dean stabbed the thing with the demon blade, ending the fight in an instant. He rushed over to you, his face full of panic and worry. “Mm oh-kay…” you managed to mumble as you spat blood from your mouth. “Son of a bitch” he said, inspecting the damage. You cried out in pain as he touched your face, more of the all-too-familiar taste of blood filling your mouth. Dean helped you up and led you out of the decrepit house the demon had been hiding away in. Sam was out front with Baby, his eyes widening at the sight of the two of you. “What the hell happened?!” Sam exclaimed, rushing to your side in only a few long strides. “A crowbar that’s what happened. Dammit I should have been more careful” Dean said, shaking his head at himself. “I’m sure it wasn’t your fault. How bad is it?” Sam said, leaning down to take a look. Tears ran down your face as you swallowed a bit more blood. Sam sighed as he and Dean exchanged worried looks. After a small discussion it was decided it was hospital time, despite your objections (mm fne rhlly). It turned out you had a few broken teeth and a fractured jaw, leading you straight to a local oral surgeon. With a lot of whining and squeezing of Dean’s hand, your teeth were fixed. Now, a few long hours later, you were finally back at the motel.

“Here sweetheart” Dean said as he brought over a cup of your favorite Gatorade with a straw for you to sip. He held it to you as you carefully drank, putting it on the bedside table when you were done. He kissed your forehead and sat next to you, a look of guilt on his face. “Babe it’s alright” you said with a weak smile. “Gotta be faster next time” Sam said with a laugh as he flipped through channels from his own bed. “We’ll practice dodging crowbars with you later smartass.” Dean said with a roll of his eyes as his hand found yours with a squeeze.

You noticed Dean had a smirk on his face that he wasn’t hiding very well and you looked at him confused. “What?” You asked, your words slightly slurred due to half your face still being numb. “Nothing nothing just…” He paused before laughing and putting his other hand to your swollen face. “You just look like a chipmunk” he said with a grin and you could hear Sam laugh from his side of the room. “Jerk!” you said with a pout, giving him a little push. “Come here!” you said in a huff as you yanked him closer to sit against the headboard next to you. You forcefully cuddled yourself into his strong arms, your head on his shoulder. He ran his fingers gently through your hair as you looked up, still pouting, into his gorgeous green eyes. “Can we watch Jurassic Park tonight?” you asked. Sam groaned with a barely audible “not again” as Dean smiled and replied, “whatever you want, princess.”

Pranks & Violence

A/N: It’s the last week of Hiatus 2017!  So for the final week of the Hiatus Writing Challenge being hosted by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing, I’ve knocked up this short crack-filled fic.

Summary: Playing pranks is never a good idea as Sam finds out first-hand. 

Word Count: 417

Characters: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester

Warnings: Little bit of violence but all entirely deserved.


“You idiots can bang on the door for as long as you like, but I’m not coming out.  I am not leaving this space until I can sort out this absolute bloody disaster.”

The pounding of fists on your bedroom door got louder as both Sam and Dean tried to get you to leave the sanctuary of the only place in the entire bunker that you now considered to be safe.  As he started to get more irritated with you, Dean raised his voice which soon found its way to your ears.

“Come on Y/N.  This is so not the time or place for this. We have to get on the road.  We promised Bobby that we’d be there before sundown.”

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Dog Dean Afternoon

Pairing: dean x reader Word count:1,125 Warnings: swearing??

Swinging the machete I chopped the head off the last vamp in the cabin when my phone rang. I grabbed my phone with my blood covered hand. Groaning when I smudged the screen. “Hey Sammy, what’s up?”

“Hey (Y/N), I uh, I have a little problem I need your help with.”

Then panic mode set in. “What is it Sam? Is it Dean? Is he okay? Sam did I just hear a Dog? What are you doing with a dog Sam? Dean’s gonna kill you. God please tell me he’s okay.” I rambled.

“He’s fine. Don’t worry.Just not acting like himself. Please just come help me. We’re in Enid, Oklahoma. I’ll send you the address.” And with that he hung up.

“Could’ve at least given me time to shower.” I grumbled.

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I Don’t Want To Ruin That

By anon:  Dean - “Don’t push me away.”

Word Count: 1281

A/N: This was a drabble request… it’s not really a drabble… but I needed this last night so I didn’t give a damn about word count.

“I have way too much homework. Maybe another night.

“Sorry I didn’t text you that I was gonna be late. Work just got crazy and I didn’t have a single moment.

This group project is taking longer than I thought it would. Rain check?”

Dean knew your answer to his question even before he asked it. You would find another excuse to not spend time with him. Another reason why you had to leave early. Another story explaining your distance. But he still had to ask.

“Sam’s in town this week.” He wondered if you could hear him losing hope with each phone call. “He was hoping we could pull you away from your classes long enough to grab a drink.”

And cue your moment of silence while you created your excuse. “This is a really bad week, Dean. Midterms and that project at work. I’m sorry.”

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It’s Not The Same Pt. 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 

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               Dean took the box out of your hands and moved toward the bed, prompting you to follow him. You crawled up on his bed as he sat down and began going through it. “Lot of memories here” he uttered looking at the pictures. You watched his expression in the dim lighting, “how long were we together?” you whispered as you stared at him.

               Dean looked at you, a soft smile ghosting his lips, “It’ll be two years next month,” he smiled showing you a picture, you were hugging his neck, your lips pressed to his cheek as he grinned, his eyes half lidded, his arm extending to take the photo. “This was taken on our one-year anniversary, we went out to this fancy restaurant and you wore this red dress that…” he trailed off, a smile taking over his face as his eyes crinkled. “That what?” you asked smiling up at him with a hint of love in your eyes. Dean looked back at you, a playful glint in his eyes. “That ended up in the back window of the impala…we got a little too caught up in the moment and ended up pulling over on an old dirt road and finished off our anniversary with a bang.” He grinned and threw a wink your way.

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In Name Only - Chapter 10

The Winchesters were the richest family in your hometown of Lawrence, Kansas. John Winchester has his hands in just about everything in town. Oldest son Dean helps his father run the company. Younger son Sam wants nothing to do with the family business and is constantly getting in trouble. Your parents have just died and you find out that your father owed John Winchester a LOT of money.

Characters: John Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Donna Hanscum Winchester, Sarah Winchester, (OC Dean and Donna’s daughter), Bobby Singer, Karen Singer, Amy Singer, (OC Reader’s sister), Reader, Jody Mills, Fergus MacLeod, Billie, Dr. Ellen Harvelle

Part 1(All parts are linked)

As you hung up the phone, Donna saw the shock on your face. “What’s wrong?” She asked worriedly.

“That was Dean. You weren’t answering your phone. John had a heart attack. We need to go.” You answered quickly.

Donna flagged down the waitress, and you grabbed the pregnancy test stick still sitting on the table and threw it in your purse. “I need to tell Sam. Dean couldn’t reach him either. We’ll meet you at the hospital.”

Sam was asleep in front of the TV. He looked so peaceful you didn’t want to wake him. Gently shaking his shoulder, you called his name. “Sam? You need to wake up, Baby.“

“You’re back already? Did you have fun?” He asked sleepily.

“Dean called me because he couldn’t reach you. Your Dad had a heart attack, Sam. We need to go to the hospital.” You told him softly.

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Written at spnfanficskatoli

Author: Assbutt

Character: Adam

Reader gender: female

Warnings: cussing, fluff

You and Adam snuck into the bunker from your late night, tip toeing through the hall. It all went to hell when Adam knocked something heavy over and it shattered on the floor.

“Adam!” You hissed under your breath.

“Oh! They were so close Sam!” Dean glared at you as he flicked a light on.

“I know! If only Adam hadn’t bumped the table. What a shame.” Sam added and you could practically taste the sarcasm in the air.

“Damn.” You sighed and turned towards the Winchesters.

“Damn is right. So Sam, since they broke something, snuck in late, and were probably about to bang… What should their punishment be?” Dean rubbed his chin.

“Well they should start by cleaning up that little mess they made. Next, they need to learn ground rules, so they’re uh… What’s the word, Dean?” Sam raised his eyebrows.

“Grounded!” He smiled.

Sam laughed, “Ding ding! We have a winner! Grounded. Along with that mess, they should clean the rest of the bunker. Thoughts, Dean?”

“Good plan. I vote yes. Alright, see you losers in the morning. I need my four hours.” Dean patted you on the back and went off to bed.

Sam hugged you two, “Next time, either get home at curfew, or be more careful sneaking in, hmm?” He laughed and went to bed as well.

“This is all your fault Adam!” You playfully punched him.

“Well if you hadn’t almost got us arres-”

You slapped a hand over his mouth before the word ‘arrested’ could be finished. That’s the last thing that Sam and Dean needed to find out. “Shh!!! We’re in enough trouble as it is! Come on, let’s get to bed. We have a big day tomorrow.”


Unfortunately, you were awoken up by Sam and Dean jumping on top of you and Adam in the bed you two shared.

“DAMMIT DEAN MY RIBCAGE!” You shrieked as he pounced on you.

Sam only laughed and kept saying “Wake up!”

“Get the fuck out. God.” Adam groaned.

“Come on, me and Sam gotta leave and we have to make sure that you two are up and ADAM.” Dean winked with his stupid joke.

You rolled over and mumbled into your pillow, “Oh. My god.”


Sam and Dean finally left and now it was up to you and Adam to pick up the mess that the four of you left around these past couple weeks.

“Game plan?” Adam asked.

“You take kitchen and bathrooms. I’ve got library and living spaces. Fair?”

“Fair enough.” He smiled and kissed your forehead before grabbing a bucket of soapy water and a rag.

You stalked towards the bedrooms first, not sure what to expect. Of course Sam’s room was fairly neat, that’s just the kind of person he was. You did have to pick up some dishes and food wrappers along with a few articles of clothing, but didn’t have to clean up any spills or even make his bed. The next room to tackle was Dean’s. You had only been in there once or twice before, but you never snooped around or anything. Once you entered his room, the smell of him filled your nose. He always did smell good, that would explain the cologne on his dresser. You took all dishes and trash to the kitchen, then threw all his dirty laundry in the hamper. You had to scrub some sort of sauce off the bedside table and you took time organizing his porn that he had lazily thrown under his bed. You all knew he had it, but never really said anything. 'What a dirty birdie!’ You though as you shuffled through his small collection of things. You laughed almost loud enough for Adam to hear when you saw some sex toys and lube in his bottom drawer. Half the stuff you could identify, the other half, you didn’t even want to know. 'I wonder if Sam has anything like this…’ You thought. But before you could get up to snoop in his room, you realized that if he even had anything he would’ve hidden it better than Dean, so you gave up. After wiping the dirty thoughts from your mind, you went to the room that you and Adam shared. You were both fairly clean people, so there was even less maintenance needed than in Sam’s room. You made all the beds, picked up all dishes, garbage and laundry. Break time.

You took Adam from the kitchen for a heated make out session on the couch. Once you both started getting too handsy, you put a stop to it, knowing that you would never get your work done if you continued.

“What do you have left?” Adam turned to you before standing.

“Just the library. You?”

“Just one bathroom. Let’s get this over with. I’m ready for a nap.” He laughed and with that you both went back to work.

Adam scrubbed at toilets while you arranged books and papers. After another tedious hour of work, you came from the library to see Adam laying on the couch.

“Wanna finish that make out session now?” You smiled over the back of the sofa.

“I don’t think I have the energy, babe. C’ mere.” He waved you around the side of the couch. You were actually pretty tired yourself. You crawled on top of him and rested your legs with his and set your head on his chest. He tucked a few loose strands of hair behind your ear and kissed the top of your head. After a long day of scrubbing and bending over backwards, you both fell asleep into a relaxing state. Laying your weary heads to rest.

We Finally Found Paradise

I was going to just write a drabble but it ended up being four chapters. I think I’m going to write more chapters and they may be NSFW. (Most likely)

Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Warning: None
Spoliers: None
Word Count: 997

First a Fiascle, Then A Surprise

You and Sam have been together for five years now, three of those you have been married. They have been the most wonderful five years of your life. Growing up you never had much of a family but Sam, your brother and sister in-law, and Sully have more than made up for it. Elena is the big sister you always wanted while Nate teases you as if you were his sister. Sully was like the father you never had. Always protecting you and making sure no man “got too close to his little girl”. He may have given Sam a few talking’s to due to his past flirtatious behaviour towards women. He eventually caved when he saw how good Sam was to you and how happy you made each other. Sully was the one who was more than overjoyed when the two of you decided to get married. He even gave you away at your wedding.

Nate and Elena had the most beautiful baby girl named Cassie. She had blond hair and looked so much like her mother. She may only be three years old but she is starting to show that she has the same adventurous and mischievous personality as her father.
You and Sam had talk about children. You both loved them but they weren’t right for the lifestyle the two of you lived. Babies were a huge liability in the field and there is always the potential of either you or Sam being shot at, therefore, you two decided it was best to wait a little while. Which was fine with you since you were significantly younger than Sam and if the two of you did decide it was a good time, you would be okay.

But here you are, sitting on the bathroom floor, staring at the tiny, positive, pink line on the home pregnancy test. “Shit,” you mutter under your breath. Damn it Sam and his constant need to touch you and do it anywhere that you may be caught. Which means neither of you ever had protection with you. You really should have been better prepared.
Your mind raced with the possible ways that you were going to tell him. Would he be excited? Or would he be disappointed and not want the baby right now since you two are still adventuring? You groan in frustration and decide it would be best to wait and tell him when he comes home tonight.

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Lucifer Rising - Part 1

Word Count: 4227

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, SPN type violence

A/N: Sorry this took so long. I’m trying to make it work out the way I want. Feedback as always is appreciated. 

Series Rewrite Masterlist


The drive back to Bobby’s was mostly quiet. You forced your way into the driver’s seat, making Dean lie down and get some rest. He woke up when you were a few hours out from Bobby’s. “Hey.” He grumbled, voice thick with sleep. “I’ll drive the rest of the way. You look like you’re about to pass out at the wheel.” You nodded and pulled the car to a stop on the side of the road, knowing better than to argue. You’d been lucky enough to convince Dean to get any rest at all.

He never even opened the door, opting to pull you over top of him and scoot into the driver’s seat. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close, almost as if he didn’t want to let go. You snuggled in close, letting out a sigh when his fingers found their way to your hair. You forced back the tears as you thought about this probably being the last time you’d ever fall asleep in the Impala next to Dean.

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What she says: “I’m Fine.


Stress Relief

Requested by Anoymous
Written at spnfanficskatoli

Author: Assbutt

Character: Mark of Cain!Dean

Reader gender: female

Warnings: rough sex (smut), cussing

Ever since Dean got the mark of Cain things had been snowballing in the anger department. You and Dean have been dating for a couple years and loved each other very much. It hurt to see Dean turning into something he isn’t. His anger would escalate and sometimes to calm down he just had to break things or shoot at stuff, but the bunker was running out of things to throw at the wall. You thought about what to do next, but before you could even think for thirty seconds, a loud thud came from the library.

“You know what, FUCK YOU DEAN!” Sam thrashed a pile of papers off the desk towards Dean to emphasize his anger.


You stomped in and put yourself between the brothers, cutting Dean off. “Enough. Please. I don’t want to yell at you guys because we all know this has gone one argument too far, and this needs to stop before one of you ends up dead.”

“Yeah, Dean. Enough.” Sam stepped forward but you shoved him back with everything you had.

“Sam! Cut it out!” You only raised your voice a little to get his attention. “I don’t care what your guys’ beef is, and I don’t really even want to know. All I do know, is that your screaming like little kids who fight over the last candy bar or something. Dean, come with me.” You pulled his arms but his body stayed frozen, ready to leap at Sam. “Dean, please.” You whispered.

“Yeah. Alright.” You could tell his quiet voice was strained and forced but you took what you got, pulling him to the bedroom you two shared. Once inside you noticed how angry he really was. His face was red and his chest heaved with every puff of air he shot through his nostrils.

“Dean, look at me. Baby, what are we gonna do?” You walked towards him and cupped his face in your hands.

His hands came around your wrists gently, as he pushed you a few inches farther from him. “(Y/n), I don’t- I don’t want to hurt you. This mark, it’s making me dangerous and I don’t always know what I’m doing. And what if something happens to you before I can stop myself? What happens when I run out of random things to shoot or break to blow off steam? I’m already starting to take it out on Sam. What am I going to do next (y/n)?” You sighed and his green eyes bore into yours, full of emotion. You could tell his heart was in it but he was still angry as hell.

“Me. Take it out on me, Dean.”

Before he could respond you crushed your lips into his, and he easily slipped his tongue into your mouth. You took him slamming you against the door and grinding into you as a yes for your suggestion.

Buttons flew across the room, pinging off the dresser and desk as he ripped your shirt open. His hot breath came in waves across you chest before he grabbed his pocket knife and cut your bra down the front middle and thew it behind him. His mouth attacked your left nipple while his fingers tweaked your right. His mouth showed no mercy, eliciting ungodly moans from you.

“Dean!” You hissed when his mouth switched places. You were still shoved against the door and you arched your back towards him. Your panties pooled with heat as his other hand roamed your body. You managed to pull his shirt off of him and his lips came back up to yours. He backed up a little and gave you space from the door. You yelped in pain and pleasure as he pulled your hair to give himself more access to your neck. He kissed hard and bit you, possibly drawing blood, but he soothed the pain with a swipe of his tongue around the bites. He thrashed you up against the door again and ground into you, trying it give himself some relief but obviously only making it worse. He threw you over his shoulder and carried you to the bed, letting you fall onto it. His kisses lingered around your hips as he removed your jeans. He looked at how wet you were and buried his nose in your panties before taking them between his teeth and dragging them down your legs. You squirmed in anticipation as he pressed down hard kisses, coming up both legs. Luckily he was nice enough to not tease you for much longer before he grabbed your knees and pushed them apart.

“Fuck, you’re so hot all opened up for me babe.” He growled and his dirty talk only got you more wet.

His lips teased your core as his hot breath ghosted over your bud. He nipped and sucked at it, dipping his tongue into you.

“Dean, I need you in me. Please.”

“This is my stress relief, not yours. Remember?” He look at you through hooded eyes, his pupils blown.

“Fuck.” You breathed and tried to relax. This was for him.

He kept delving his tongue into your wetness, making you buck you hips, but he held them in place. His fingers dug into your ass as well and you know there would be bruises tomorrow. He finally stopped teasing you and pulled away, showing his face glistened with your wetness. He licked his lips and wiped the rest off of his face. He came back up kissing you and you tasted yourself on his lips. The second you felt his body relax, you flipped him over.

This was for him.

“This is your stress relief Dean. So I’m gonna relieve you.” You whispered and laid kisses across his chest and started trailing them down his stomach and over his v lines. Once you reached the spot you were looking for, you took him into your mouth slowly, making him groan and look down at you with lustful eyes.

Your hand started working at the base and your mouth bobbed up and down and your tongue swirled the tip.

“Damn, woman. You drive me crazy.” He threw his head back against the pillows and his hips moved up towards you, pushing himself farther into your mouth. You took as much as you could, only making yourself gag once to figure out your limit. Your light suction only teased him as much as he had teased you. He was breathing fast and heavy and his fingers twisted through your hair while he guided your head up and down. You knew he was close but you weren’t going to let him go until he was inside you. You let him out with a popping sound and crawled back up over him. Now it was his turn on top. He flipped you over and with no warning, thrusted into you hard.

“Think you’re gonna tease me, baby girl? Ah ah ah. No way.” He picked up a pace quickly and was moving his hips erratically.


He pulled you up so that you were both sitting up and he held your hips tight and bounced you up and down.

He was showing no mercy, being as rough as he could, pulling your hair and leaving marks all over you. He stood with himself still inside you and pushed you against the wall. Your ankles locked behind his hips and he obviously didn’t like the give of the mattress so of course he needed to fuck you against the wall. Duh.

He moaned loudly and you were both so close. He grunted and puffed short breaths into your neck with every thrust and then screamed your name when he came. You came only a second or two later, both of you still pounding into the wall. He surprisingly had no intention of slowing down as you both orgasmed. Once the screams started dying down, he pulled out and you both threw yourselves onto the bed.

“Feeling better?” You said as you finally got your breathing under control.

“Much better.” He laughed.


Long story short, you loved this man, he could take his anger out on you any time, and you won’t be able to walk straight for a week.

torn-and-frayed  asked:

13, 34, and 86 Dean x Reader please? Congratulations!

13. “Don’t let her die.” 34. “Take it off.” 86. “Please don’t leave me.”

Dean twirled his keys in his hands as he exited the suspect’s house. Nothing but faded furniture and china he may or may not have accidentally broken when he climbed through the window. He glanced at the driveway to see skid marks in the pavement.

Wonder where he was headed in such a hurry, He thought as he hopped into the Impala. He pulled out his cell and was about to call his Dad, who was currently scoping out the abandoned house with you and Sam. He understood why he got stuck with the witness. You and Sam looked far too young to be FBI investigators and definitely needed more scouting experience. 

Still, interviewing –or in this case, breaking & entering- was boring as hell alone. He missed your witty remarks and laughter. He never realized how dull hunting could get when you weren’t beside him.

Dammit, he was such sap. Ever since he and his dad rescued you from some ghouls and took you in, he’d been acting like a love struck idiot. He’d constantly have to remind himself “No chick-flick moments” whenever he was with you.

Before he opened his Dad’s contact number, his phone began to ring.

Dean answered it with a slight chuckle at the coincidence, “Hey, Dad, I was just about to call you. Dennis was M.I.A. I think he may have fled town when he found out we were poking our noses-“

“Dean?!” A frightened teenage boy’s voice interrupted. Dean sat up a bit straighter.

“Sammy? What’s wrong? Where’s Dad?”

“He-he ran off after the guy you were supposed to see. Dennis…H-he just b-b-burst in and began sh-shooting! He ran out the door and Dad t-took off after him…” Sam choked.

“Are you okay? Is everyone okay?” Dean said, feeling his heartbeat in his ears.

“I’m fine, but Dean…” Sam choked on his words. “It’s Y/N. She’s hurt Dean. Hurt real bad.”

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