sammy and dean are all i have left ; ;

Do What’s Best

Originally posted by supernatural-jackles

This is for @riversong-sam​​ Sam’s 700 Follower Celebration. I chose the song, ‘Why Don’t We Just Dance-Josh Turner’, the quote, ‘You’re joking, right?’, and the gif that is included in the fic. The song is sorta woven into the fic and the gif is meant to be Sam and Amelia. Even tho it doesn’t look like them, just accept it.

Characters: Y/n, Dean, Sam, Amelia

Pairing: Dean x Y/n (GENDER NEUTRAL READER)

Warnings: Angst, argument, injury to reader, strained relationship, Dean being a dumbass, angst at the end

Word count: 1806

Summary: An argument strains Y/n and Dean’s relationship, but will Dean say what he needs to in order to fix it?

A/N: Ok, so…angst? It’s basically all angst, but the ending isn’t too definite…sorta!!! Iunno…it’s all angst. Also, it’s an AU. Nothing specific. Just a non-hunting AU, cos…that’s how it happened. And sorry to the peeps who don’t like Amelia with Sam, I hated Ruby 2.0 and Jess wasn’t even a character except for like a single ep, so Amelia was the one I had to go for. Hope u like it!!

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Dean watched as you stared at the TV, barely giving him a glance.

Things had been strained between the two of you.

Ever since Sam had moved out, finally getting a place with his fiancée, Dean had been more on edge.

It wasn’t anything to do with you. But Sam was his kid brother.

Ever since their mom died in a break-in gone wrong, Dean had promised to protect his little brother.

Once John died, Sam stayed close to Dean, knowing he was the only one his brother had left in his life.

But once y/n and Dean had finally gotten serious, Sam decided he’d spend more time with his friends than his brother.

And Dean didn’t mind that either.

Being with you was a breath of fresh air.

Dean had never had time for relationships. Not really.

There were a few people, but nothing that ever stuck. Not until you came along.

So when Sam began sending less time at home and more time with his girlfriend, Dean didn’t mind, because he had you.

And the two years you spent together was amazing.

Dean was never the type who fell in love.

He’d had maybe three girlfriends in his entire life and a couple of one night stands. But you took his heart and filled it with love and happiness.

Love that he never knew he needed.

But that all came crashing down when Sammy left.

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But You’re Our Girl

Here’s another part in “Our Girl”  : There’s only one more part after this.

Read “Movie Night”
Read Between The Sheets
Read Protection
Read Trust
Read “Come Home To Me”
Read “What The What”
Read “You’re Mine”
Read “Birthday Love”
Read “Poor Sammy”

Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam (polyamorous)
Words:  888

Requested by Anonymous:   Can you do an “Our Girl” where either A. The boys get jealous of someone hitting on the reader and bc theyre in public they cant do anything or B. The reader gets insulted in some way and it really bothered?? Please and thank you!!

A/N: The part in bold is the request I’m writing for. The last part of the series will be the part B in the request.

A/N: No longer taking requests for this series.



           You needed to just relax after the hunt, so the three of you decided to go to the local bar and just chill for a little while. You didn’t do that often; mostly because the guys couldn’t do much in public when it came to showing affection. And you couldn’t just pick one to be your only boyfriend for the night. So the three of you had to be good.

           That didn’t stop them from looking at you their usual way or talking to you and ignoring the other girls in the bar. You didn’t mind that. You all knew that you were theirs and they were yours.

           “So, are we staying until we find another hunt or are we going home?” you asked, making conversation.

           “Home,” they both said without hesitation.

           You nodded without question, “Okay.”

           “Dean,” Sam got his brother’s attention and made some kind of signal that you did not understand.

           Dean’s head barely turned and then he brought his attention back to Sam, “He better not even think about it.”

           “What are you two talking about?” you asked, trying to look around and find out without being too obvious.

           “There’s a guy eyeing you,” Dean said.

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He Didn’t Say Pie

Summary: All Y/N wanted to do was lay back, relax, maybe even watch some Netflix; however, when a shifter accidentally gets into the bunker, she finds out she may need a bit of help from her brothers.
She just hopes she can tell the real Winchester from the fake.
Word Count: 1936
Warnings: mild gore, some swearing (flashbacks are in italics)
A/N: ehhh not my proudest work but it was one of my ideas so I figured why the hell not??
ALSO my dudes requests are open so feel free to hmu and I’ll try to spit out some stuff and see what happens;)




Gun drawn, Y/N stalked silently through the bunker halls. The boys were out hunting, so it wasn’t like she had backup. She was on her own. Y/N took in a deep breath as she leant outside the kitchen entrance, listening to the sounds of someone moving around. Hopefully, when her brothers came back, she’d be alive.

As long as they didn’t shoot her first.


Earlier


Y/N plopped onto Sam’s bed as she logged into her Netflix account. She chose to stay back from the hunt this time- needing some “lady time,” as Dean had put it- due to still being sore from the last one. Ghouls were stronger than she’d initially thought.

Sam and Dean had left two days ago, helping out another hunter with a demon problem the next town over. Nothing too big, so Y/N had figured that she could let them take it over. They’d be fine.

She was about to click the next episode of How to Get Away with Murder when the sound of the door slamming shut resounded throughout the bunker. Frowning, she checked her phone. The boys were doing a case close by, she knew that, but this was too early for them to be back. They were good, but not that good.

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Taken (Part Eleven)

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader
Summary: When Sam, the reader’s fiancee, is kidnapped with no explanation, the reader uses the help of Dean to find her lost love.  However, many unforeseen things happen on the journey to find Sam. How will Dean and the reader deal with developing feelings for one another?
Reader Gender: Female
Word Count: 2,263
Tags: canon-level gore/violence, situational angst, eventual Dean x Reader
A/N: Let me know what you think!!

TAKEN MASTERLIST

Excerpt:

Sam blinked. “What?”

“Dad’s missing,” Dean repeated, rubbing his eyes with one hand. “He went on a hunting trip a couple weeks ago and I haven’t heard from him since.”

You sat up a little straighter, concerned. “Well, what do we need to do?”

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Braids and Confessions

Summary: You finally convince Sam to let you braid his hair.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: mentions hair kink, interrupted make out session

A/N: duude, that gif gets my every time this has been sitting in my drafts for agess. Enjoy some Sammy lovin’, guys! xx

                                               XXXXXXXXX

“Can I braid your hair?”

Sam looked over at you from across the table, a mixture of amusement and confusion on his face at your question.

“No.”

“Please?”

He raised his eyebrow at you, the puppy eyes you were giving him gradually breaking the wall. “What’s it worth?” He queried, taking his attention off of the book in front of him and onto you instead.

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Complications of the heart.

Characters: Dean, Reader, mentions of other SPN characters.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, cheating and smut.

Summary: Dean comes back to a small town after years, he finds that the girl he left behind and who he loves is going to be married to someone else soon. So he does what he must to fix it.

A/N: Idk y’all. It was in my drafts for ages and today I decided to finish it. Mistakes are mine, i will edit it later. You like? Let me know because I love feedback sm. Have an awesome day!

Originally posted by ehghtyseven

Dean took a huge gulp of the lukewarm beer in his hand, his eyes were on the stars above him but he noticed nothing. The only thing on his mind was you. The lump was still lodged in his throat from when he saw you at the bakery today. All he could concentrate on was the shock and the sudden rage that flashed pass your eyes when your name tumbled out of his mouth like a prayer. Your hand grazed his when you dumped his change into his outstretched palm. He could see it etched on your face that you were restraining yourself, from yelling or slapping him tight across the face in public. He couldn’t blame you. God knows, he deserves it for what he did to you. He came here, wishing, to tell you all the things he should have told you at twenty. But, back then he was a scared uncertain kid. Now though, it’s different. He is different.

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SPN Hiatus Creations || Week Sixteen: Subtext
 ↳ John Winchester did the best he could.
                                  subtext being his best was absolute crap.


I know we as the SPN fandom like our subtext to be of homoerotic nature, but I thought I try something different.
I’m not sure if this even qualifies. probably not.
but let’s all pretend it does

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pluses and minuses

ship: wincest
rating: teen
ao3 link
tags: language, mpreg, accidentally overdose
summary: “it wasn’t practical. it was the furthest thing from practical that they could get. in fact, it was the least practical thing that could fucking happen to them at the least opportune time. but honestly, looking back on it now, sam wouldn’t have asked for anything to have gone any differently.”
word count: 3,585
a/n: okay so this was supposed to be a short drabble, like 500 words at the most but then it turned into this. it’s angsty and cute and my first try at mpreg so go easy on me. thoughts, comments and opinions are always welcomed.

It wasn’t practical. It was the furthest thing from practical that they could get. In fact, it was the least practical thing that could fucking happen to them at the least opportune time.

But honestly, looking back on it now, Sam wouldn’t have asked for anything to have gone any differently.

It wasn’t either one of them’s faults. Sam usually takes the pill and Dean, he usually wears a condom when they do anything because life on the road, that’s no life for a baby and they couldn’t afford a slip up. But the hunt was long and grueling and stressful and Sam was a little too focused on researching to do things like eat, much less take a pill.

Then, in a matter of a few hard fought, adrenaline pumping minutes, the hunt was over. Just like that. Another monster found and killed and they were both so high off the kill, so high off each other that things just kinda happened.

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Teaching Cas!

Sam X Dean X Reader
Warnings: Smut, oral sex, anal sex, Destiel fluff
Word count: 2995



Originally posted by cheerfulsammy


The boys had run off to get coffee and breakfast and you had just finished your shower and dried off. You slipped on a pair of blue satin panties with black laced edges, when you heard your phone beep in the main room of the hotel. Instinctually, you walked to your phone and sat on the bed to read the message. You heard the guys on the other side of the door; you cupped your breasts with your arm as you held the phone with your other hand. The key turned, you didn’t move from the bed, you just replied back to the message.
“Good morning boys!” you told Sam and Dean.
“Hey!” A surprised Dean said.

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apermanentsituation  asked:

Hi! I've just read your meta masterlist written for someone who wanted to convince their friends that deancas is real. First of all - thank you, what a treat to have it all in one place. The best Matrix red pill of them all. Second of all - "the entire S8, which was basically a demented Jane Eyre AU" - could you elaborate on that? I'm mighty interested.

Hi! Thanks for that - uhm - it’s missing a lot of stuff, though. I’m sure there are better masterposts out there, and I actually looked for them, but all I could find was fanfiction stuff.

As for the Jane Eyre thing - I should say I’m a fan of the Brontë sisters, so it wasn’t supposed to be an insult or anything, but it’s hard to deny that those kind of novels (particularly Wuthering Heights) are over the top and überdramatic and there’s almost an unhealthy focus on love and falling in love and what happens if you lose that and how your life can never be complete without that one person who means everything, and if that person is your foaming-at-the-mouth insane half-brother, so be it. And the thing is, Supernatural seasons often hinge around powerful and borderline soap-operish themes (the whole ‘almost orphans desperately looking for their father while killing things’ was very Dickens, in a way - if Dickens had been high on opium and cocaine and stuff, that is), but S8 really went above and beyond. I mean, even without the big love story for the fucking ages supporting the entire narrative arc, it was full of OMG and oh no! moments

  • Sam is all alone in the world and may have found love but oh no! his brother’s back from the dead and super pissed and oh no! the woman he probably loves is actually not a widow and OMG what next?
  • Hunter Dean found himself a new best friend but oh no! he’s a vampire drawn to human blood but OMG he’s promised to abstain forever and fight his own instincts every day for eternity but oh no! what happens if he can’t?
  • There is a way to banish all demons from the Earth but oh no! it’s a magic spell that requires a human sacrifice and oh no! Sam actually wants to do that and is it guilt or depression or martyrdom or OMG is he simply that heroic??!?

- so much Gothic extravaganza, the list could go on and on. But, as I said, at the heart of it all are Dean and Cas, and what’s going on with them is so sappy and romantic even Charlotte Brontê would have edited some stuff out.

Like, I don’t even know where to start. 

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Pull Me Closer (Part 1)

Summary: Sam, Dean and you figure what you’re gonna do after John’s death,
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Other Characters: Bobby Singer, Sam Winchester
Word Counting: 1.1k
Chapter: 1/35
Chapter name:  All we can do is keep breathing now
Warnings: Set in season 2. Cannon divergence. Angst. mention of comfort sex.
Y/n/N = Your nickname.

(Series Masterlist)

Originally posted by hunterchesters

 

The storm is coming, but I don’t mind

Y/N rubbed her hands on her face, sighing.

They’ve been staying with Bobby since John’s death and the wedding.

Who would have thought that that day would have turned out to be so fucked up?

It has been days and they still didn’t know what had happened.

Sam said that John gathered a bunch of things in order to conjure a demon, and he suspected the yellow eyed demon had something to do with his death, but the question is: Did he kill him or was he killed by him?

“Babe?” Dean called, causing her to look in his direction.

Bobby had given them a room so they could have time as husband and wife, but the only thing they had done the past few days was hug or comforting each other.

People are dying, I close my blinds

How could they think about being a couple at a time like this? They just lost someone so fucking important to them.

“Yeah?” She answered lowly.

Dean had her backpack on his shoulder, the one she had left the hospital with, but hadn’t even looked through yet.

“I found something.” He explained, showing her a mysterious envelope. “It has ‘Winchester’ written on the back, but… We’re all Winchesters and it was with your stuff, so…”

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Life with the Winchesters. Part One.

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Summary: Dean and Sam get back to the bunker and realize that you’re not in the backseat sleeping. 

Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader. (Dean x Reader)

Warning: Some language

Word Count: 1067

Feedback is always welcomed, as are requests! 


Reader’s perspective:

I can’t believe it. Those idiots fucking left me. My phones in the car, I have no change for the payphone, and the gas station employee is being stubborn and won’t let me use the phone unless I buy something…asshole. I bet the guys haven’t even noticed that I’m not with them. I’m going to be here all night. You would think my boyfriend would at least check to see if I was in the back seat.. Fucking Dean, they are gonna regret this. 

Dean’s perspective:

“Sammy, Y/N! Wake up, we’re home!” I’d only been driving for the last four hours but I was ready to get into bed with Y/N and sleep for the rest of the night and all day tomorrow. This last job had really taken it’s toll on all of us. Espeically since the Vamp nest we had raided turned out to have more vamps than expected. Shit, I’m pretty sure that’s the most I’ve killed in a week. I smirked to myself as I thought about the new personal record. I pushed Sammy once more, must be exhausted too. He jumped awake and looked at me startled.

“Well, Good morning sleeping beauty.” I gave him a quick smile, which I’m sure he didn’t appreciate. Groaning he got up and walked inside the bunker.

Y/N had been extremely quiet the entire way home, quieter than usual. Normally she’s acting like a 5 year old asking where we are and if we are almost there. I’m pretty sure she just does it to get me going and most of the time it works. She’s the biggest pain in the ass, but she’s mine and I’d do anything to protect and keep her mine. She wasn’t getting up so I stepped out of the car and opened the back door so I could pick her up and carry her to bed. That’s when I noticed she wasn’t there..

“SAMMY!” All of a sudden Sam was at the door with his gun pointing in every direction, eyes wide. As soon as he saw it was just me he dropped the gun.

“What? Where’s Y/N” He said with a confused look.

“I don’t know! I thought she was in the back seat sleeping! Where the fuck is she!?” I swear to Chuck, I’m going to kill the son of a bitch and his family when I find who took her! “Son of a bitch!!

“Calm down, we’ll find her. Her GPS is on so let’s see if we can track it.” Sam brought out his laptop, and pulled up the locater. “Well, obviously this isn’t right, it says she’s here.”

I ran back out to Baby and checked the back seat, “Her damn cell phone is in the back seat.” I yelled back to Sam. “Fuck! I’m going to kill the son of a bitch when I find him. Sammy, if she’s hurt or even worse I’m going to lose it.”

My mind’s going crazy. Where could she be, we only stopped once and it was back in Tulsa.. Where the hell could she be? Think Dean think.. She was in the car when we stopped at that gas station. I remember because I could hear her soft breathing coming from the back seat, and when I looked back I remember thinking how beautiful and lucky I was to have her in my life. God, if I lose her I don’t know what I’m going to do.

“We have to go back to that gas station Sammy, that’s the last place I remember seeing her and it’s the only place we stopped on our way home.” Just as we were getting ready to leave, my cell phone rang with an unknown number.

“Hello.” I answered shortly.

“Dean, –” a voice shouted at me.

“Y/N, Where are you, what happened?” a wave a relief flooded through me and I instantly calmed down. Sammy noticed and raised his eyebrows.

“I’ve been sitting here for hours and you didn’t even notice I was gone. What the fuck is wrong with you guys!? You guys fucking left me at the gas station in Tulsa!” her angry but beautiful voice screamed at me through the phone. I pulled the phone away from my ear and smiled at Sammy once again. He could definitely hear her on the phone and this time he bowed his head and by the movements I could tell he was trying to hold his laughter in so Y/N didn’t hear. I on the other hand did no such thing.

“You think this is funny! I waited an hour for you guys to come back only to realize that you weren’t, I then begged like a homeless person for change because the asshole cashier wouldn’t let me use the god damn phone. You know I hate begging.” I started the Impala and pulled out onto the street.

“I wouldn’t say that you don’t like begging. You’ve begged me plenty of times.” I could tell by the silence on the other side of the phone that she was getting angrier by the second. I loved pushing her buttons just as much as she liked doing it to me.

“…I swear to god, Dean if you’re not here by the morning I’m going to ruin every piece of pie you every try to eat in the next three years. It’ll be my goal to ruin your happiness for pie every chance I get. I’ll tell Jodie to NEVER make you pie again. I’ll get Sam on my side, and forget about Cas helping you. Be here by morning.”

“You mean Chuck, he’s technically god.” I laughed, I couldn’t help myself it was too easy. She practically set herself up with that one.

“That’s it. No pie. You’ll regret it.” She said through her teeth.

“Please calm down babe, we are on our way now.” If I wasn’t there by morning she would for sure take every piece of pie away from me. She wouldn’t stop no matter what. I love that she is so determined and how tough she acts. “I love you, I’ll see you soon.”

“Yeah, Love you too.” I let out another loud laugh when I heard the click on the other side. It was gonna be a great ride home. This woman would be the death of me but I loved her so damn much.

I turned the radio up and glanced over to Sam, “Get some sleep cause you know damn well, that she will not let it go anytime soon.” He laughed and we set off.

@spnrookies-unite (This is an original and my own story. No one is allowed to use it unless I’ve given permission.)

Winchester Sister- Christmas Lights

Originally posted by babyitscold-outside


FIVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS: DAY 3

Title: Christmas Lights

Parings: Dean x sister!reader

Words: 893

Summary: It is the last Christmas the Winchester siblings have together before Dean goes to hell, and reader and Dean have an argument that results with her storming out and going to the nearby town to calm down by looking at Christmas lights.

(A/N: can we all just pretend I posted this yesterday? Thanks lmao)

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You sit at the kitchen table in the motel room as your two brothers walk in the door.

“All I’m saying Sam is that I want to have a normal Christmas.” Dean says as they sit down on their beds.

“Dean, since when have you ever cared about Christmas?” Sam asks, clearly knowing a deeper meaning to Dean’s statement.

Dean glances at you and notices you watching them, “Since this is going to be my last one…”

“Dean,” Sam starts.

“It doesn’t have to be your last,” You whisper as turn to look at your oldest brother.

Dean sighs deeply and looks at you sadly, “(Y/N), don’t. We’re not doing this again.”

You get up and walk closer to Sam and Dean, “But Dean, maybe we can find something that-”

“NO!” Dean’s voice bellows and he stands up, towering over you. You gasp and step back. “I’m tired of having this conversation with you (Y/N), there’s nothing out there that can help me! Forget about it!”

“Why have you given up already?” You scream back, you look into Dean’s eyes and see the fire start to ignite. “Why are you so damn determined to go to hell? Why can’t you let me help you?!”

Dean takes a big breath, “(Y/N), we’ve already tried everything…”

“You don’t know that! We still have time to find something,” You plea. Dean gives you a sad look and you have to look away before you start to tear up, “Don’t give me that look, Dean.”

“(Y/N) there’s nothing else we can do, you know that.”

“Dean, how can you-” you stop before you burst into tears. Dean winces at the sight of his little sister crying over him and he moves closer to comfort you. “No Dean, get away!”

You back up until your back hit the wood of the door and you open it to leave.

“Dammit, (Y/N), stop!” You hear Dean yell but you ignore him, walking out and closing the door behind you.

You walk out of the motel parking lot and into the small town you three are staying at. Your eyes gleam when you see all of the Christmas lights that are strung from building to building, all sparkling through the night sky. You smile as it brings back a memory of Dean, Sam, and you stealing a wad of Christmas lights from a house in Michigan and throwing them all over the room, and how irritated it made your dad when he walked in from a long hunt and saw broken blubs everywhere.

You continue to walk down the sidewalk and see a large Christmas tree sitting in front of the City Hall, which made you think back to the time Dean brought you and Sam to a Christmas tree farm when you were 7 and you got to pick out a small tree for the motel room. You spent the next two days making ornaments out of construction paper and it was the proudest thing you had ever made.

You stop and take in a large breath. How are you supposed to go on without Dean? You can’t lose him, he’s all you have. Tears brim your eyes and you quickly them away. You look up at the Christmas lights again and smile as they gleam and glow. You weigh your option to go back to the motel room, but you decide to sit on the curb and look at the lights, there’s a lot less tension outside than in.

You admire the lights for what seems like hours, when you hear the familiar rumble of Dean’s impala. “Thank God, there you are,”

You watch as Dean gets out of the car and walks towards you, “God (Y/N) you were starting to scare me…”

“Sorry,” You say, not looking at him, “I’ve just been looking at the lights, I was going to come back.”

Dean looks at you from the side and wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into a hug, “I’m really sorry.”

You sigh as you feel tears pooling in your eyes; you don’t want to cry in front of Dean again. “I don’t want you to go…”

Dean exhales and pulls you closer, “I know, baby girl, I know,”

“What are me and Sam supposed to do after you-”

“Don’t worry about that right now, okay? I still have a few months, we need to make the best of it. I know it’s hard for you, but you have to be strong for Sammy. You’re all he’s going to have left after I’m gone, and y’all need to stay together and look after one another, got it?” Dean pulls you back to look at you, his eyes glisten with tears and his voice is shaky. You nod and throw your arms around him again.

“Alright, enough of this,” Dean says as he wipes his eyes and removes your arms from around him. “This isn’t what Winchester’s do, so we got to suck it up. And besides it’s Christmas and we left Sammy all alone back at the motel,”

You chuckle sadly as you wipe away your tears with the sleeve of your jacket and stand up next to Dean, “I’m going to miss you,”

Dean’s throat went dry as he looked down at his baby sister’s red and puffy eyes, “I know, baby, I know,”

We can fix this

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Word Count: 1.8k

Characters: MOC!Dean x Reader 

Warnings: Angst, (Character death in the beginning but nothing you guys don’t already know)

Summary: Basically 10x22 and 10x23. Dean leaves Sam and the Reader alone but the Reader manages to find him. What little secret will she reveal to him?

A/N: Hello to whoever is reading this! This is my first fanfic ever so I hope you like it. Let me know if you do and what I can improve! English is my third language so forgive me if there are any mistakes! [Also the gif is not mine]


After Charlie died I felt not only like I had lost a friend but more so like I had lost a sister. She was family to Dean, Sam and me and it was obvious that Dean was blaming Sam and me for her death.

All we did was trying to save him from what the Mark of Cain would inevitably do to him but he didn’t want to accept that. He walked away from Charlie’s burning corpse and left me and Sammy alone with a strong feeling of guilt that probably wouldn’t go away that soon.

Sam dropped me off at the bunker and told me that he would be out all day and to not wait for him.

I was left alone for the second time, feeling nothing but heartache. This was a difficult day for all of us but I wished that Dean would have held me close instead of pushing me away.

I crawled into the bed that Dean and I used to share. Since he got the Mark of Cain he was convinced that it I would be better off sleeping alone but I missed feeling the warmth radiating from his body at night. The last time he held me close, the last time he made love to me was weeks ago. I missed how his strong arms would find their way around my body. I missed laying my head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat until I’d fall asleep.

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Don’t Fear the Reaper  Chapter 13: Famine

Sam Winchester X Reader

1400 Words

Chapter Summary: After figuring out what you are hunting, you try to take Famine out, with a distracted team.

Story Summary:  You are a reaper, actually one of Death’s favorites.  You’ve been following the story of the Winchesters for a while, staying out of sight, never letting them see you. You slowly fall in love with Sam, even though he doesn’t know you exist. But that all changes one day. Set in Season 5

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

The trip to Famine’s location was quiet, filled only with the songs softly coming from the radio, and the sound of Cas munching away at his hamburgers. “Cas dude, how many is that?” Dean finally asked, looking disgusted.

“I’ve lost track. Somewhere in the hundreds. But they make me very happy.” He said, before taking another huge bite. You were in the backseat, so you couldn’t see him stuff himself full. You were grateful for that fact.

Cas, a mouth full of burgers, pointed across the street. “Dean, stop! He’s in there!” He exclaimed, although neither of you could really understand what he was saying. None the less, Dean pulled over, waiting for Cas’ mouth to be empty so he could say it again.

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Gorgeous - Dean Winchester  x Reader

Title: Gorgeous

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Self-image issues, insecure Reader

Prompt: Could you please make a imagine where the Reader is in love with Dean but too shy to tell him because she’s not that type of girl that he usually takes out. She’s not chubby, she’s just not happy with her body. (No space between her legs for example)

A/N: I ain’t a girl with thigh gap and I know how you or anyone else might feel but girls get to love that no thigh gap because I did and it means a lot! There are others out there that would wish for it, trust me!

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

It seemed like forever that you’d been staring at him but to you it only seemed like seconds. You would be willing to keep going if it wasn’t for Sam coming into the car and interrupting you. You blinked and looked away- after you gave him a glare at the smirk he sent your way. Maybe Dean was completely oblivious to your daydreaming about him and staring at him while he sang his heart to some AC/DC song but obviously Sam wasn’t.

“Here are your snacks, (Y/n).” Sam chuckled softly and you had a hard time not hitting him, right then and there “Took a little extra for the road just in case.” he said still to you but as he handed Dean his own food.

You let a small groan as you looked at all the delicious goodness Sam had gotten you and hating the fact that you knew you would end up eating all of it. Food was a guilty pleasure but who could blame you? Dean certainly understood and if it wasn’t for that man you’d always believe that the most ideal relationship was with pizza. But then again, he did exist.

“Sam” you sighed “You shouldn’t have gotten all this-” you chewed on your lower lip “I’m gonna eat it all.” you breathed out a laugh and he chuckled.

“That’s why I got them for?” he raised an eyebrow and you gave him a look at which he rolled his eyes.

“Sweetheart-” Dean gave you a half-smile as he spoke up “It’s food princess, food that you like. There are no whats and ifs. So just eat and don’t think.” and stuffed some of his chips into his mouth.

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2

“Alright class, tomorrow is Valentine’s Day and for our project this afternoon we are going to be making Valentine’s Day cards.”

A loud cheer erupted from all the thirty-two kindergarteners in Sam’s class. Susie, a bright and cheery girl with bouncy curls shot her hand up.

“Who are we making them for Mrs. Johnson?” She asked.

“Whoever you would like! You can make a card for one of your friends, your mom, dad, brother, sister - it doesn’t matter.”

From the back of the classroom, Sam’s face broke into a grin. He knew exactly who he was making his card for.

He raised his hand and waited patiently for his teacher to call on him.

“Can we start right now?” Sam asked excitedly, once he was called on.

Mrs. Johnson chuckled. “As soon as I get the crayons and paper out, yes.”

Sam sat back in his chair mentally thinking of what colors to use for the card. Dean’s favorite colors were blue, green, red and sometimes he liked orange. Sam would use all of them. Dean was going to love the card, especially if Sam found a way to use all of his favorite colors.

Mrs. Johnson went around the classroom passing out a few sheets of white card stock paper to every kid and a box of twelve crayons for them to color with. Once Sam received his, he ripped open the crayons and pulled out the four colors he needed, setting them alongside the sheets of paper. He stared at the sheet of paper for a few moments, planning out how he wanted the card to look. With a determined smile, he picked up the red crayon and started drawing.

His teacher came by a few minutes later, leaning over his shoulder to look at his card.

“Who is this for, Sam?” She asked.

“My brother Dean!” Sam replied, turning to look at her with a goofy, big smile.

“Is he your older brother?”

“Yeah! He’s four years older than me, he just turned ten last month and he’s awesome!”

“That’s wonderful! I’m sure he’ll love your card,” Mrs. Johnson replied with a smile.

“I know he will! I’m using all of his favorite colors,” Sam stated grinning up at Mrs. Johnson.

“Good. Keep working, alright?”

Sam nodded, picking up the blue crayon. He’d finished the outside of the card, all he had to do now was write the message on the inside. With careful steady fingers he started writing. He read over the message a few times to make sure it sounded right. Sam signed his name at the bottom and smiled; Dean would like this, he was sure of it.

By the time Sam was finished with his creation, there were only five minutes left of class and all the other students were beginning to pack up their backpacks. Sam carefully placed Dean’s card inside one of his pee-chee folders, and placing the folder into his backpack with the utmost care. If Dean’s card was ruined, he would be heartbroken.

Dean picked him up at the back entrance of the elementary school, backpack slung over his shoulders, a gigantic smile on his face.

“Hey Sammy, how was your day?”

Sam grinned up at his brother, excitement thrumming in his veins. “Great! I have a surprise for you!”

“Really? What is it?” Dean asked.

“Something. You’ll find out tomorrow,” Sam replied sheepishly.

“Awww Sammy, am I your Valentine?” Dean teased, bumping into Sam’s shoulder.

Sam blushed. “No!”

“It’s okay if I am. It’s cute,” Dean said, laughing. 

“Shut up, Dean!” Sam said, scowling at Dean.

Dean kept laughing, but when he noticed Sam’s frown, he threw his arm around Sam’s shoulder, laughter gone and said, “Come on Sam, let’s go home.”

                                                        ~~~

The next morning when Sam woke up, Dean was already awake and making something for breakfast if the sounds of banging pots were any indication. Sam slid out of bed and walked over to where he left his backpack by the door. He could give Dean his card now. Wiping his eyes sleepily, he dug through his bag until he found his pee-chee and pulled out Dean’s card, still in pristine condition. Sam padded over Dean at the stove and tapped him on the shoulder. Dean set down the spatula he had in his hands and turned towards Sam.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Dean,” Sam said, handing Dean the card with a big grin. 

Dean took the card from him, a gentle smile sliding onto his face. He read the cover and then opens the flap. His smile turned into a full-toothed grin that shone brighter than the sun.

“Thanks Sammy, I love it.”

“I knew you would,” Sam said. He took a few steps forward and flung his arms around Dean’s waist, hugging him tightly.

Dean ruffled Sam’s shaggy hair with his hand. “Let’s have breakfast okay? Then we can watch a movie or something and eat a ton of candy, how does that sound?”

Sam stared up at him, eyes shining with happiness. “Perfect.”

Listen here, ya Idjit.

Originally posted by myheartofmusic

Pairing : Winchesters x Sister!Reader, John, Bobby.
Word count : 1,885
Author : Mel
Warnings Across parts : Incest, Non-con elements, cheating. IF THESE BOTHER YOU DO NOT READ. I don’t want to listen to you bitch.
A/N :
Please DO NOT ask me to write more of these topics. (Incest/wincest or non-con). More will only be written if ideas hit me, this is way out of my comfort zone. Thank you for respecting that. If you want to be tagged, please ask.

Part 5 of ‘WTF is wrong with me’



As time went on, you were still kept away from Dean, but you were all cried out. You were angry now, and bitter. You were finishing up school online now, refusing to talk to anyone. Currently at Bobby’s because John and Dean were working different cases, and John couldn’t take you, or leave you with Dean.

Bobby had called John not an hour after he dropped you off. He was worried. You weren’t the happy girl you had always been. You were always locked in your room reading. And even when Dean called you refused to come down and talk.

Your phone went off, and you barely glanced, figuring it was Dean or John checking in. But when you saw a number you didn’t know, you got curious. You grinned seeing it was Sam.

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Emotional Wreck

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1,455

Warnings: mentions of periods and feminine hygiene products, swearing?

Prompt: After making a joke that goes a little too far, Sam realizes the reason you’re so worked up over it is because you’re on your period. He’s quick to make it up to you, even if it means enduring something he never thought he would.

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

You were sexually active, there was no denying that, but luckily you weren’t pregnant and this week was proving to you that you were, thankfully, not. The only issue was, it had come a week early and you were not prepared for it at all.

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Winchester Sister- Life of the Party Pt2

Requests:   “Hi! I was curious if you considered making a part 2 to Life of the Party. Just wondering! Have a wonderful day! :)”

   “Hi, could you maybe write a part 2 of ‘Life of the party’? Would be awesome!”

    “Part 2!”
Title: Life of the Party Pt2
Parings: Dean x reader!sister, Sam x reader!sister
Words: 1017
Summary: It’s the morning after the party and Sam and Dean are just as pissed as they were the night before
Warning: language

Part One

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You wake up and immediately reach over to the nightstand for your phone, but find that it isn’t there. You rub your eyes and try to remember where you may have put it, but you could have sworn that you put it on the charger the night before. You decide not to worry and that it probably just fell, and you get up to brush your teeth. However, you are pulled into more confusion when you notice that your television is no longer on your dresser.
Then you remember. The party. The drinking. The yelling. You huff and shake your head. They literally took all of your electronics. You open your door quickly and march to find your stupid brothers. You find them sitting in the library with your phone, iPod, and tv all laying on the table. They look up at you when you shout, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Exactly what I told you last night: you’re grounded.” Dean says with his arms crossed, “Now sit.”
You continue to stand and you and Dean begin to stare at each other until he gives you a deathly glare, making you reluctantly sit in front of him and Sam. “What you did last night, that was totally irresponsible.” Sam says, shooting daggers into your eyes.
“Irresponsible? I went out to have some fun with my friends! You went to tons of parties when you were my age!” You start to shout, remembering all the times your brothers would walk into the motel rooms absolutely wasted.
“That doesn’t matter! Those were our mistakes and we learned from them so you wouldn’t have to!” Dean comments, making the chair screech as he moves to stand up. “Are you going through some sort of teenage rebellion? Is that what this is?”
“Dean!” You shout, getting irritated. “No, I’ve told you a thousand times: I just wanted to go out with my friends! I know I shouldn’t have snuck out but it wasn’t like I was doing anything wrong.”
“Oh yeah,” Sam says, his eyebrows lowering in anger. “What about that guy you were dancing with. That didn’t seem wrong to you?”
Shit. You forgot everything about Andrew; you were partly drunk at that time anyways so that probably explains it. “I-um… wait no! I should be mad at you, Sam! You fucking punched him in the face!”
“You should be fucking grateful I did!” Sam spits, pointing his finger in your face as his eyes go wild. “You don’t remember what he said?! I swear to God, that asshole had it coming!”
“What that he wanted to have sex with me?! What do you think we were going to do before you shitheads showed up?” You regret the words as soon as they left your mouth, but you keep a straight face, knowing that you need to stand your ground.
“EXCUSE ME?” Both Sam and Dean shout. “Dean, you better take her away from me right now or I swear I’m going to kill her.”
Dean wraps his hand around your arm and jerks you up and out of the library, where Sam is pacing and running his hand through his hair. By the time you two reach your room, you hear objects thrown to the floor and crashing against walls. “Get in.”
You enter your room and Dean closes it behind him. With your back turned to Dean, you silently start to cry. “(Y/N).”
You wipe a tear away and turn to face Dean. His face softens and his shoulders droop, “Come here.” You race to his arms and squeeze him tight.
“Why is he so mad?” You hiccup, “I don’t understand.”
“Because,” Dean starts, as he leads you to the bed and the two of you sit down, “He’s your older brother and he wants to protect you. Same as me. Do you think that we like to hear that you got drunk last night and that some guy was going to take advantage of you? (Y/N), that’s the scariest part, what if we hadn’t had come? Do you know how much guilt I would feel, how guilty Sam would feel? The man’s been beating himself up ever since we left to go get you last night. You’re all me and Sammy have left, (Y/N), so of course we’re going to be protective of you; you’re all that we have.”
You sigh, realizing that everything Dean has said was right. You squeeze his hand and stand up, knowing that you need to talk to Sammy. You walk back into the library and Sam standing with his back turned to you. Your eyes widen as you see the destruction your brother has caused: lamps broken on the floor, tables turned over, books torn and scattered. You swallow a lump in your throat, “Sammy?” Your voice comes out small.
“Yeah.” Sam says with his back still facing you as he sniffs and wipes his face then running that hand through his hair.
“I want to apologize for last night… and today,” You say, looking down at your feet. “I was being selfish and immature. I shouldn’t have snuck out or gone to a party or danced with that boy. I know that you just want me safe and I didn’t make it easy for you last night. I shouldn’t have gone behind your back and I’m sorry.”
Sam turns to look at you with a small smile on his lips and simply nods. You cautiously walk to him and rest your head on his chest then slowly reach your arms around him for a hug. He gives in and wraps his arms around you and rests his chin on your head. “I’m never letting anyone hurt you.”
He kisses the top of your head and you whisper, “I know.”
He pulls you back an arm’s length and looks at you seriously, “But so help me God if I find you sneaking out again, I will tie you to a chair and leave you there for a week.”
You smile as he pulls you into his arms again.