sammy is better than you

I Got You Part 4

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Summary:  Dean and Sam rescue the reader from torture.  Who kept her and why?

Word Count:  1605

Warnings:  Language, violence

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I Got You Masterlist 

Originally posted by peachesandkookies

I Got You Part 4

Startled, Dean releases you and you both draw your weapons. Dean darts out the door, racing down the hallway. You desperately try to keep up. He skids to a stop in front of an open door, his eyes narrowing. The hunter in him shines through, clear as day. It’s in the tightness of his jaw, the drop of his shoulder, the steadiness of his gun. God knows what he sees in that room, but he doesn’t waver, he doesn’t flinch.

Before you can reach the door, the sound of another gunshot fills the cold, sterile space. Dean doubles over and grabs his leg, crumpling to the floor. Terror strikes you, you don’t know where he’s been hit. You don’t know if Sam is alive. Everything is wrong. So fucking wrong.

Coming to an abrupt halt in the doorway, placing yourself between Dean and the doorway, you train your gun on the man in the room.  

“Ah, there you are, (Y/N),” he says.

That voice.

You know that voice.The blood roars in your ears, your heart hammering against your rib cage. Without hesitation, you squeeze the trigger and shoot him point blank in the forehead. He drops like a bag of stones, slamming his head on a metal table on the way down.

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dreamnoteprincess  asked:

(I hope you don't mind me asking another BATIM fanfic ask thing) Hell's Studio: Henry trying to hang out with Sammy, hoping he can be friends with his co-worker

I don’t mind at all. 

Hell’s Studio AU belongs to @doodledrawsthings


Joey Drew Studios was an…interesting place to work. Henry had learned that from the very beginning. When he and Joey had first started out, it had just been a few of them. Sammy had been the first employee they’d hired in the beginning. Things had been a little….awkward starting out. Sammy wasn’t exactly the most open or welcoming person. He did his work and didn’t interact with anyone. This was a stark contrast to other employees like Wally or Norman, both of whom tended to be very sociable. Henry didn’t go out of his way to be liked or anything, but Sammy….Sammy was a little different. It bothered Henry not being on at least good terms with Sammy. So he had decided to invite Sammy out for drinks after work.

“What?” Sammy stared at Henry as if the other man had just asked him to jump off a cliff.

“I was wondering if you wanted to get drinks after work.” Henry repeated, trying not to sigh. “I think we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot.”

Sammy narrowed his eyes, putting his pen down. “There’s no catch, right? It’s just free alcohol.”

“No catch. I just want to get to know you.”

“Okay…” Sammy turned back his work. “I know a really good jazz bar. We’ll meet up in front of the studio.” Henry had been prepared to argue, to try and convince Sammy. This had gone a lot better than he’d expected.

“Alright. See you then.”



True to his word, Sammy met up with Henry outside the studio after work. Samy insisted they take his car over. Henry agreed, a mistake he would not repeat again. Sammy was a careful driver, but when someone pissed him off he had a tendency to blow his top. Henry’s knuckles had gone white clutching at his seat by the time they got there.

“You alright?” Sammy asked, glancing over.

“I’m fine.” Henry said, his voice a few octaves higher than usual. “Let’s just go in.” Sammy shrugged and the two of them went inside. The inside of the bar was dimly lit, the air clogged with cigarette smoke as people spoke in low tones. A jazz band played on a stage in the back, illuminated by a spotlight. Somehow, it seemed exactly the kind of place Sammy would enjoy. Dark, quiet, everyone smoking.

“This is a nice place.” Henry said. Sammy shrugged, but Henry could see a faint smile gracing the music director’s face.

“So, what’s your poison?” Sammy asked as they seated themselves at the bar.

“Beer’s fine.”

“Hm. A bit boring, but if that’s what you want.” He turned to the bartender. “A beer for him and a whiskey for me.”

“Ah! Sammy! It’s been awhile!” The bartender boomed. “We thought you’d forgotten about us!” The bartender was a big man, taller than Henry and about twice as wide. While Henry winced at his loud voice, Sammy just sat there calmly.

“Don’t worry, Morris, it’s nothing like that.” Sammy said, starting to dig for his wallet. “I’ve just been busy.” Henry put a hand on Sammy’s and pulled out his own wallet.

“This one’s on me.” He said. Sammy looked ready to protest, then thought better of it and withdrew his hand.

“Who’s your friend?” Morris asked, beginning to get the drinks.

“Henry Ross.” Sammy explained. “He’s my boss at the studio.”

“Hi.” Henry just waved. “Um, how do you know Sammy exactly?”

“He used to play piano here.” Morris said, slamming the tankard of beer onto the bar. “Damn good at it too!” Henry thanked him quietly and took the beer, starting to sip it quietly. Sammy took his whiskey before Morris could slam it down.

“Joey showed up a couple months ago and offered me the music director job.” He said. “I’m guessing he didn’t tell you that.”

“Must’ve slipped his mind.” When referring to anyone else, it might’ve sounded like an excuse. But when it came to Joey, it was most definitely true. A lot of thing tended to slip Joey’s mind. Sammy snorted into his beer, taking out a cigarette and lighting it.

“Yeah. Probably.” He glanced back at the band, blowing out a ring of smoke. “He really is a weird one, isn’t he?”

“No one’s arguing with you there.” Henry laughed.

“How long’ve you known him, exactly?” Sammy asked. “It seems like the two of you are pretty close.”

“We met in college. We were in the same animation class and sort of hit it off from there.” Henry took a sip from his beer. “And before you ask, yes, he’s always been this weird.”

“You think I’ll get used to it?”

“Probably.” This was going much better than Henry had expected. Maybe it was because of the alcohol, maybe it was because Sammy was comfortable in this environment. Either way, he seemed a lot more forthcoming than he’d ever been at the studio. Henry couldn’t help but smile to himself.

“Wipe that stupid expression off your face.” Sammy’s signature sour look descended upon his face. “We’re not bonding or anything.”

“Right. Of course.” Henry shook his head and went back to his beer. They didn’t talk about their little meeting much afterwards, but thankfully Sammy opened up a little more to the studio. He and Wally became rather close, even if their relationship mostly consisted of pranking and making jabs at each other. Sammy and Henry didn’t talk much, but Henry was always glad he’d gotten to hang out with Sammy, even for a little while.


Name: I am not a hugging guy.
Pairing: Crowley x Reader
Summary: the reader walks in on a saved girl hugging Crowley, but he doesn’t react the way the reader thought he would.
Author’s Note: Yes, I still miss him. And no, I am not accepting that he is dead. No. Don’t ask me to. Give me Crowley.

“Thank you!” the girl throws herself on top of Crowley, just as you walk in the living room with a book you just grabbed from your room. You know they can’t see you or hear you - the carpet is too soft, Dean is too loud at expressing his hatred towards having blood on the said carpet, the girl’s screams are way too loud. “Oh, thank you! You saved my life!” You think that Crowley would hug her back - you know how much the man loves hugs. He can hardly keep his hands off you, always trying to maintain some sort of contact with your body, either holding your hand or keeping his hand on your shoulder or back, playing with the tips of your hair. Sometimes he would let himself keep his hand next to your neck, but those cases are rare. Either way, you know he has this fetish, almost, connected to maintaining physical contact, as if you could disappear. To your surprise, Crowley doesn’t try to hug her back or even smile - his muscles get stiff, he freezes, his face annoyed and serious, as he looks at Dean, as if asking for help. The girl seems to not get it, trying to hug him more intensely, showing her endless desire… to express gratitude.

“Ok, that’s enough,” Crowley pulls away, getting rid of her embrace. “I am not a hugging guy… And I’m not sentimental,” he notices you, standing in the shadow, and winks at you, forgetting about the girl that stands right next to him. “Evening, love.”

“Evening, Crowley,” before you can come up with a smart and sassy remark, Crowley teleports himself next to you, pulling you into a hug - tight, warm, pressing his lips against your temple, so you have to close your eyes and hug him back. You feel the shiver go down your spine, as you get extremely warm and comfortable from just being next to him, and try and suppress a smile. “I thought you weren’t a hugging, sentimental kind of guy.”

“I am not,” his breath almost burns your ear. “Only when we are talking about my favorite hunter, you little denim-wrapped nightmare.”

“So I am a nightmare now?” you laugh, not thinking of that stupid girl any more.

“Oh yes, my personal nightmare that I love to have every night,” you hear Dean choke on his beer, as you blush, your cheeks almost exploding of the amount of blood flowing up to your face. Crowley chuckles, still holding on to you, his hands holding you close enough for him to feel your heartbeat. “And day. I’d have you over any dream, no matter how pretty and demon-approving. Any time. Any place.”

“Your love life embarrasses me,” Dean informs you quietly. “Me. Just think of what you are doing to poor Sammy.”

“Poor Sammy is fine with them hugging, Dean. It is much better than you deciding to ruin another bedroom with your random girl,” Sam shrugs his shoulders, as he walks by, escorting the girl out of the bunker. She may have helped them catch the demon, but it is never a reason to let her stay with you. Not when she tries to hug someone that matters to you this much. Sometimes you really appreciate Sam. And your own King. What still surprises you is, of course, how faithful he is. One would expect the King of all demons to be disloyal and engaging in various sexual activities, yet there he was - always next to you, always choosing you over anyone else. Your own miracle.

A/N: Fluff Appreciation Day. More Winchester!Sister but this one is more Sam focused instead of Dean like I normally do. Also, some Salieen 

“Sammy let me help you,” you begged.

“No, y/n. I don’t really feel comfortable asking my little sister for relationship advice.”

“Awwww Sammy you scared that I’m better at relationships than you.”

“No, I’d rather think you don’t have relationships at all besides with your family.”

“Well, I’ve got mad relationship skills, bro. Let me know if you need trendy places to propose.”

“Y/n we are not at the stage in our relationship yet. We are barely dating.”

You grabbed Sam’s arm and dragged him to the war room to point out Eileen. She was seated at the table with Dean who was jabbering on about something you were sure she had no interest in, but she sat there and listened anyway.

“Sammy any girl that is willing to sit and listen to Dean babble must really like you because I’m his sister and I can barely handle it. That girl out there really likes you. You can see it in the way she looks at you. There’s a glint in her eyes. And you know what I know you like her just as much because I know you and Dean better than you guys know yourselves.”

He just looked at you with a smile and pride. “How did you turn out so great and insightful?”

“Well, my two really tall doofus brothers raised me right I guess,” you said with a shrug.

“That is a freaking miracle, let me tell you,” Sam said with a chuckle.

“Oh, I know. When Dean tried to give me the puberty/period talk, that was the most awkward moment of my life.”

You both chuckled at that remembering the poor guy trying his best to explain things to you. “So, do you really think she likes me like that?” Sam asked.

“No, I know she does. Like I said mad relationship skills, just don’t tell Dean. I’m really not feeling the sex talk right now.”

Sam laughed at that. “Deal and if you would like I could give you that talk instead.”

“How about you go make your move lover boy and don’t ever have that talk.”

“Oh, you’re getting the talk just not right now. I don’t think I could stomach that thought right now,” Dean said as he was walking towards.

“Shit, of course you hear that,” you said.

“Sis, I hear more than you think I do. Now, Sammy go get your woman while y/n and I have a very non-sex related conversation.”

You and Sam just rolled your eyes and walked off in your own separate directions. 

Never Steal From Dean

Title: Never Steal from Dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: (Sam/Castiel), Dean
Summary: Ticklish!Cas; Sam makes a list of rules for his now human boyfriend. This is the first one!!!

Original Prompt: Do you do littlesister!reader fics? Coz I was thinking you could do one where Sam and Dean’s sister eats the last piece of pie and when Dean confronts her she blames Sam, then when Sam finds out he tickles her and then Dean joins in when he finds out too because she lied to him? If you don’t like reader fics you could just do it with a little sister oc, or Charlie or Cas?

A/N: Soooo I read this prompt and I was like hmmmm, Cas eating Dean’s pie? I want to make this into a rule thingy!! Anyway, it is a Sastiel (hope you don’t mind since I’m not exactly a Destiel fan 😅😅) It’s after Sam gets Gadreel out of him but Castiel never got his grace back. Here it is! Hope you like it anon!!!

Castiel has been learning new things about the world as he now viewed it from a humans point of view. At first, he was terrified; he didn’t like how nothing truly made much sense and what did gave him a headache. He couldn’t fathom how humans dealed with that every day. One thing that made him survive this crazy, messed up world was his amazing, smart, patient boyfriend: Sam.

Sam had been his main support even when he had almost died and was taken over by an angel, Sam always put Castiel first and it made the angels heart swell with a feeling that he only felt once and that was when he looked at Earth for the first time. Another thing that helped him live was food. Food became an amazing experience and Castiel enjoyed every second of it. He loved the way everything smelled and tasted (he could actually taste things now!)

His favorite was how Sam tasted. It was sweet yet masculine and Castiel could never get enough. He wondered how he ever lived a life without tasting Sam. Next, though, is something he shared with Dean: Pie. Pie was one of the best foods he’s ever tasted created by humans. The warm crust, gooey center with bits of fruit or any kinds of flavors. All Castiel knew was that he loved Pie almost as much as he loved—I mean he’s pretty positive—Sam. And like a good boyfriend, the youngest Winchester laid down some ground rules so his big brother and boyfriend wouldn’t clash.

Number 1 was: Never Steal from Dean (Especially his Pie)

Castiel should of listened, honestly he should of. Sam gave him just a couple simple rules to follow and he didn’t want to cause more trouble for the already terrible start of a new year but…it was the last slice of pie! And Dean hasn’t eaten it yet…and Cas was hungry. Before he could talk himself out of it, Castiel ate the yummy apple goodness and quickly fled to his shared room with Sam.

It was three hours later, guilt not exactly eating at him when Sam stumbled in, tee-shirt ruffled, face flushed pink and he was panting. Castiel cocked his head to the side, eyes furrowing at his younger boyfriend.

“I didn’t think you were going on a run this evening, Sam.”

“I wasn’t,” Sam panted, the small smile on his face disappearing as he sucked long breaths in. “Dean tickled me for an hour for eating the last piece of pie.”

“That-That is unfortunate,” Castiel mumbled, eyes falling down to the comforter. Sam walked over to Cas and sat next to his angel, an eyebrow raised expectantly.

“I know I didn’t eat that pie so that leaves you, Cas,” The humanize angel refused to say anything and Sam smirked. “I’m giving you a chance to admit your crime before I force it out of you.”

Castiel opened his mouth, hesitantly about to say something when Sam started squeezing his kneecaps. The ebony haired man barked out a laugh, legs kicking out reflectively.

“S-Sahaham! Wahahait!”

Sam ignores him, working his away along Castiel’s legs, scribbling all over his knees and tweaking his thighs. Castiel squeaked whenever Sam touched his thighs. He was too ticklish there. Turns out, when you become human you gain a few things while losing them too. Cas was never as sensitive as he was now that he was human.

“Stohohohop ihihit!”

“Admit you ate Dean’s pie!” Sam cried out, moving to Castiel’s belly, hands sliding under the suit and button up. Castiel’s tummy was cute because it had pudge to it. It wasn’t completely firm nor was it completely flab, it was perfect. Sam used his nails to tickle down Castiel’s sides, hitting the sensitive dips and squeezing the hip bones.

“SahahahAHAHA!” Castiel’s laughter grew as another pair of hands held his own down and dug into Castiel’s armpits. Dean’s smirking face looked down at his pink flushed one and the hunter dug harder into Castiel’s hollows. Cas threw his head back with laughter, hips twisting violently at the continued tickles.

“Castiel, isn’t it a commandment, you shouldn’t lie or something like that?” Dean teased, moving to tickle the humans neck and collarbone. Castiel giggled and tried arching away.

“Plehehehease! STOHOHOP!” Castiel cried out when Sam squeezed his thigh muscles when Dean darted down and vibrated his hands on Castiel’s ribs. That ex-angel was cackling like crazy, feet kicking out desperately, accidentally hitting Sam in the hip.

Sam yelped in surprise before narrowing his eyes at Cas. The ebony haired man winced, taking in deep breaths and trying to get mercy but mumbling apologies.

“Cas, you said you would never hurt Sam,” Dean growled playfully, leaning down and blowing a huge raspberry on the man’s tummy. Castiel screeched loudly, apologies streaming out of his mouth. Sam joined in again, kneading Castiel’s thighs, sometimes leaning down and gnawing them.


“For what?” Sam teased.

“KIHIHICKING YOHOHOU!” Castiel snorted, twisting around to escape the mean hands and raspberries.

“And?” Dean prompted.


“So you admit it!”


“Okay okay,” Sam stopped, stepping back. Dean blew one last raspberry before stepping back. Castiel gulped sir in like a dying man, heaving his chest up and down. Dean chuckled at the man, shoulders nudging his baby brother.

“Next time, dude, don’t lie. It wouldn’t have been so bad.”

“Acknowledged,” Castiel mumbled, sitting up.

“Did you honestly didn’t think I would know it was you, Cas?” Dean asked, chuckling fondly. “Sammy knows not to touch my stuff so it had to be you”

“Wait!” Sam yelped, eyes narrowing. “You knew it was Cas but you still tickled the shit out of me?!”

“I am still your big brother, Sammy.”

“And I’m still taller than you. You better run, De,” Sam snarled, taking off after his older brother who bolted from the room. Castiel laughed happily, shaking his head. He loved being human.

Boys’ Club: Real

Request by miller1967winchester: You should do a series Dean x reader going off of the plot of Mulan where the reader pretends to be a male hunter because female hunters get looked down upon but then she gets revealed as a women Dean leaves her cause he doesn’t trust her but then during the fight with Micheal and the whole ass butt scene it’s the reader who really ends up Saving them

Summary: You took Sam’s place in the Cage so that Dean could get his brother back… We all know what happens when someone brings a Winchester back to life…

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3297

Boys’ Club    Backup    Just Dean     Fallout    Aftershock –  Spanish Masterlist

“Sammy?” Dean repeated, sure that he was hallucinating.

Sam grinned a little and shrugged a shoulder. “Hey Dean.”

“What are—what happened?” Dean stared at his little brother, torn between relief and anxiety. Coming back from the dead was hard enough. Coming back from the Cage meant something big had to have happened.

Unless what came back wasn’t Sam.

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Sam Winchester-The hands of a loved one

Title: The hands of a loved one

Pairings: Sam Winchester x reader

Word count:1562

Summary: The reader knows she’s going to die soon since she’s a hunter but she didn’t expect it to be today and by the hands of her boyfriend. 

Today was a new day. A fresh start again. You knew you were going to die one day. You was prepared for it, being a hunter it kinda came along with the job description. 

As much as you prepare for death, you can never understand or expect it. Even if you tell yourself every night that you’re going to die doing this job and you accept it a thousand times in your head, you’ll never be able to grasp it when it actually comes. 

No matter how much you thought about it, you didn’t think that today would be the day you die, and you did not think it would be by the person you love most in the world. Sam Winchester. 

You got out of bed, making the sheets neatly as you padded off into the main room to greet your best friend and boyfriend, waking up and thinking it would be a normal day. 

Sam did the same. Getting out of bed, making his bed, greeting the two of you. If he knew that today would be the day he killed you, he would have never gotten out of bed. 

The brothers popped out to get some food for the bunker. The two of them laughing loudly as you shook your head at their booming voices. You kicked your feet up on the table, reading silently before you heard a bang. 

Again, if you would have known then you would have bolted it. Instead, being a hunter. You walked towards the noise or the end of your life you could say. 

Before you knew it, everything was black. 


Groaning, you winced at the sore pain in your head, only to realise there was no bump there. You frowned, something feeling tingly and off as you fluttered open your tired eyes. 

Your arms tugged to feel for a lump, hands being restricted backwards with a rustling noise. You froze, heart hammering. The first thought was that you had been kidnapped by whoever broke in, ready to be tortured by the supernatural creature. However, you noticed that you were in the Bunkers dungeon. 

A pair of boots thudding against the floor, the pattern seemingly familiar as the door creaked open. Your boyfriends face came into your line of vision.

‘’Oh, Sammy! Thank God!’’You laughed in relief, throwing your head back when he walked towards you. ‘’Someone was in the bu-’’

A sharp slap echoed through out the bunker, your cheek bright red as you went numb. 

‘’Sammy?’’You whimpered, shocked and frightened as to why your boyfriend had just slapped you. His fist collided with your ribs, your stomach sucking in as he winded you. You gasped for air, tears streaking down your face as he assaulted you. 

‘’Don’t call me that’’He hissed, gripping your hair and tilting your head back.

Normally you’d be able to take it, but since this was the person you love hurting you, it was hard not to sob right there. 

‘’Awh, crying already. Wow. You’re even more pathetic than before’’He sneered, his fingers that once ran softly through your locks were now grasping them with a deathly grip, tightening and sending prickles of pain dotting around your skull as he jammed a knife into your thigh. 

A high pitched scream fell through your lips, your body jumping in shock and adrenalin. 

‘’Why are you doing this?’’You sobbed, not caring any more as you watched him pace around you, a look of hatred in his eyes that burnt more than his actions. 

‘’You know why!’’He growled. ‘’I’ll give it to you though, you’re much more better at acting than normal’’He chuckled bitterly. 

‘’Sammy I don-’’You froze, stopping half way as you caught sight of your reflection. 

That wasn’t you. 

You gasped, your eyes taking in form of the demon that had tortured Dean and you to almost near death. This demon had a thing for Sam the minute she laid eyes on him, not in a romantic way of course, she hated him because he was a Winchester and held some other grudge against him so she hurt those he loved. 

Sam swore to get his revenge and took a lot of calming down by you and Dean she was smarter. What better than to get Sam to hurt you himself, it would crush him to know he was the cause of your pain. 

‘’What, giving up already?’’Sam smirked, shaking his head as his beautiful locks cascading around his face. 

‘’No! Sammy, listen to me! It’s me! (Y/n) I-’’

‘’STOP!’’Sam growled, his fist landing a harsh blow on your jawline. ‘’Don’t even go there! Don’t you dare get her involved, she’s more than you’ll ever be!’’Sam spat, his fist plunging into your ribs again. 


Hours of torture passed by. You had given up, your body sunken forwards as he cut and kicked at you, his harsh words planting into your head as blood trickles from your mouth. 

You knew you were going to die, your ribs were broken, your breathing getting harder and harder to do as your vision blurred. 

‘’Sammy’’You whispered weakly, glancing up. You grunted when he cracked another rib, a large amount of blood spewing from your mouth and onto your lap. 

‘’I said stop calling me that’’He growled, the back of his hand contacting your face in a less than nice way. 

‘’It’s me, Sammy’’You tried for the hundredth time. Sam rolled his eyes, his face burning red as he ignored your words yet again.

Sam’s hands slithered up to your shackles, your heart hammering as you grew hope he would listen to your pleas. They popped open, his hands now slithering under your arms as he lifted you but from that you knew he thought you were still the demon since the other Sam had been nothing but gentle towards you and right now he was dragging you from your chair. 

He threw you onto the floor, your body cracking horribly as you laid still. Sam kneeled beside you, raising the knife above his head as he watched you. 

‘’I want you to see me end you’’He whispered, his hand grabbing a ball of your hair in a tight grip. 

‘’I love you’’You whispered, your eyelids fluttering closed. 


Dean walked through the bunker, head phones on as he avoided hearing the noise of the demon screaming. He carried on walking, whistling to himself before he felt a crunch under his foot. 

He froze, moving his foot as he pondered in confusement. Your necklace that Sam gave you for your birthday. Dean panicked, his heart stopping. You never took that off, it meant too much to you. 

He gently picked it up, thinking slowly as he tried to grasp the information that was too blurred for him to process. 

The demon…

The hex they found…

The shapeshifting curse….


Dean belted for it, running as fast as his feet could take him. So that’s why you weren’t around, Dean had pinned it down to you being somewhere around this damn bunker. 

‘’SAMMY! OPEN! SAMMY STOP!’’Dean screamed, hammering his fists on the door until they were black and blue. 

‘’What Dean!’’Sam huffed, panting as he opened the door, covered in blood. 

‘’Did yo-’’Dean stopped halfway, watching as you laid on the floor, seconds away from dying. 

‘’I was about too’’Sam glared, walking back over. 

‘’NO SAMMY DON-’’Dean yelled, hand darting out but it was too late. Sam had jammed the knife into your chest. Your body jerkin upwards, as blood spewed down from your mouth and onto your clothes. Your eye widened in shock before you slumped backwards, still and silent. 

The brother stood there, Dean too shocked to say anything and Sam too relieved. 

Slowly, the demon’s face started to glisten. Dean began to silently cry, Sam frowning in confusement. The demons black eyes changed into your beautiful eyes that Sam adored, her estranged face morphing into yours. 

You but covered in blood and bruises. 

Sam’s face went pale, his mouth stuttering open and shut as he looked back and fourth to Dean. Everything suddenly clicked. Your words, the hex they found, everything. 

‘’No, no, no, no (y/n). Baby’’Sam sobbed, sinking down to his knee’s as he pulled you into his lap. ‘’(Y/n). C’mon, baby. Look at me’’he cried, patting your cheek. He glanced at the knife, yanking it out and throwing it away. 

‘’I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I should’ve listened to you’’He whimpered, pushing your lifeless body close to his as your arm hung low, eyes staring at nothing. ‘’I’m sorry! I love you so much, I’m so sorry’’He repeated, rocking you as he sobbed. 

‘’Sammy’’Dean whispered, crying himself as he braced a hand on Sam’s shoulder. 

‘’NOO!’’Sam screamed, jerkin away from Dean and shuffling into the corner with you tightly in his arms. ‘’She’s not dead Dean. W-We can bring her back, can’t we, p-please Dean, we have to do something’’Sam begged, voice shaking. 

‘’Sammy’’Dean repeated with a sympathetic voice as he mourned his best friend. Sam just shook his head, whimpering as he clutched onto you like a child who refused to part from their broken teddy bear. 

‘’She’s gone, Sam’’Dean whispered, looking down. 

‘’She c-can’t be. I killed her! I did this too her, Dean. I loved her’’

this may or may not become a very unpopular opinion but i just needed to take a moment and acknowledge all the boys who are now wanna one. this is merely my personal opinion.

but like every other salty fan out there, i was and still am enraged at mnet for their terrible, unjust editing and i also want to throw old tomatoes and scream endlessly at voters for what happened with sammy and jonghyun cause they went and done dIRTY with how they overlooked this talent

nevertheless it really pains me to see posts blatantly hating on wanna one, talking about revenge, how mnet is evil for splitting nuest up, etc. because regardless of how the show ended, each and every single one of these trainees went in with the goal of debuting as the top 11. their entry into the show meant making certain sacrifices regarding both their past and the future, and they knew these things. it’s not our place to speak on behalf of their choices.

yes, sammy and jonghyun deserved so much better than this, but if you want to argue it so did the other 7 who also participated in the final aka youngmin dongho seonho minki sewoon hyeongsub hakneyon (AND the 81 trainees who were eliminated but worked just as hard, sacrificed their blood sweat time and tears for this show)

how would the boys who are now part of wanna one feel about debuting after seeing posts and hearing talk about how others should have made it into the group instead of them? posts about nuest being broken up by mnet and minhyun becoming a member of wanna one.. i have to admit, that i’m also a lil angry about this, a lot disappointed, and hella sad, but where’s the encouragement and praise that minhyun deserves and really NEEDS at this time?? for those who want to continue debating, is no one also going to talk about what’s gonna happen with hotshot now with sungwoon promoting in wanna one? (and don’t you dare be upset about his placement in the top 11) 

the moral of the story in short is

let us cease this chaos and try our best to stop being salty whether we are happy or disappointed with the results 

because in the end

it’s really up to us to support these boys and their dreams no matter what. THAT’S what they all deserve.


Ridin’ Shotgun

Originally posted by dxrkncss

Request: I was thinking something smutty where dean and sam (your boyfriend) are sitting in the front of the impala with you in the back, dean and sam start bragging about sex and stuff, then sam calls you to the front and fucks you in front of Dean?

Pairing: Sam x reader

Word Count: 1,936

Warnings: language, smut (in front of someone)

A/N: Excuse me while I go take a cold shower…

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Double Trouble - Request

Requested by @alexandriajanae4:  a deanxreader where they have been together since john went missing, with kids (TWIN TEENAGE BOYS) and live in the bunker and it’s little moments they have as an actual family and he asks her to marry her? (he still hunts and y/n was a hunter but he made her get out now she’s a doctor)

Summary: Everything from above.(?

Pairing: Dean x reader.

Word count: 1,522

Warnings: Un-edited.

A/N: Two Dean posts in a day! Must be your lucky day! 


Originally posted by frozen-delight

The family life was never easy for hunters, and Dean knew that from the perspective of the son until he got to be a father and experience what his father experienced, which gave him a bigger understanding of his actions – yet, he couldn’t forgive most of the things he did.

Having two teenage twin boys wasn’t an easy job. Dean and (Y/N) thought the hard part was when they were babies and cried at the same time, but they never expected to have a pair of naughty, destruction master minds at home.

“It’s like living with Fred and George Weasley!” Charlie had said, and Dean and (Y/N) couldn’t agree more.

They were excellent hunters, and they strategies were always successful – mostly because two head think better than one – so every hunt they went in resulted in victory.

Obviously, with Dean as a father, the boys didn’t have the same traumas he and Sam shared. On the contrary, hunting was their life and they couldn’t picture themselves doing anything else.

Dean, Sam and the boys would hunt while (Y/N) worked as a doctor at the nearest hospital. She had to leave the hunting life when she got pregnant, and even when she missed the adrenaline she always felt like it was the right choice. Especially because she would get some real money rather than needing to hustle or use fake credit cards.

Dean never felt intimidated by the success his girlfriend had.

Yes, girlfriend. She and Dean started dating a day before John disappeared and they had stuck together ever since. Dean couldn’t ask her to marry him due to her getting pregnant – children are too expensive – but it was something he kept in mind every day.

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"He Could Fuck Me Better." (Jack Gilinsky Smut)

AN: I wrote this while I had writers block, so I apologize in advance(: Drop by my ask and request something!(:

“Sammy!” I squealed, he wouldn’t stop tickling me, “Sammy, stop!” I was laughing hysterically.

“Fuck, Sammy!” I groaned trying to push him away, my sides were on fire from laughing.

“What the fuck is going on here.” I heard Jack Gilinsky storm into the room.

Sammy was laying on half of my body, his hands on my sides.

“Nothing G, just hanging out with YN,”

“Get your fucking hands off of her.” Jack growled.

Sammy slowly sat up and put his hands up in surrender. I sat up too and glared at Jack.

“Come on YN, we’re leaving.”

“Fuck If I am Jack, what the hell am I doing wrong?” I crossed my arms in annoyance.

I could tell Jack was getting jealous, he usually never got jealous of his friends, just random guys at party’s. Although I remember one time he got jealous of Nate and I singing and rapping one of Nates songs, and later that night Jack made sure I couldn’t walk again to hang out with Nate the next day, haha.

I was hoping this situation would be like the Nate situation…as bad as that sounds.

“We’ll talk about this later, bye Sammy.” Sammy nodded his head at Jack.

“I’m not leaving.” I huffed, getting closer to Sammy.

“YN YMN YLN, you better start walking before I pick you up and throw you over my shoulder.” He growled through gritted teeth. I loved dominant Jack, it took all of my power to not get up and fuck him right there.

“Fuck you will.” I huffed and turned my head, “I think you should listen to him YN.” Sammy whispered to me. I laughed at them and continued crossing my arms.

“For fucks sake!” Jack stormed over to where I was sitting. His big hands gripped my hips and he tossed me over his shoulder.

“Jack! What the fuck!” I groaned, lightly pounding on his back.

“See ya Sammy!” Jack called still walking.

Jack opened the passenger side of his car and set me down. He jogged over to the drivers side and started it up.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He groaned, gripping the steering wheel.

“What is wrong with me?! What the fuck is wrong with you?! I can’t hang out with my friends because you think I’ll have sex with them or something?!” I was getting frustrated now.

“Excuse me? All my friends want to fuck you! Did you not see his hands all over you?! You’re mine YN, for fucks sake! You know how hard it is seeing his hands over what’s mine?” Jack wanted to look at me so bad, but his eyes were glued to the road.

“Who cares if they wanna fuck me! I wouldn’t fuck them! I just love you Jack, and I don’t know why you’re so jealous of them!”

“I’m not jealous of them.” He growled.

“You should be, I bet Sammy could fuck me better than you could.” I mumbled as I saw us rounding the corner to our house.

Jack slammed on his brakes as he heard those words.

“What the fuck did you just say?!” He turned off the engine and ripped the keys out of the ignition.

“You heard me Jack, is that why you’re so jealous? Because Sammy could fuck me better?” I squinted my eyes as I spat those fowl words.

Jacks eyes darkened, he jumped out of his car and ran to my side. I unbuckled as he opened my door.

“Let’s go.” He growled.

“I can get out myself.” I pushed him to the side and hopped out. I started walking inside and I could feel Jack hot on my heels.

“Can I have the keys.” I asked with an attitude. He put them in my hand, and I unlocked the door. The second the door was shut he pushed me against it.

“You’re going to go upstairs and be waiting on the bed undressed.” He growled.

“Um no.” I wanted to push him further, I wanted him to carry me up the stairs, throw me on the bed, and fuck my brains out.

I ripped my wrists out of his hands and walked to our kitchen. I felt Jacks hands on my waist again. He spun me around and threw me over his shoulder.

“You’re so naughty.” He growled. I accidentally let out a moan.

He kicked open our bedroom door and threw me down onto the bed. He jumped on the bed in between my legs and popped open the button to my shorts.

“Lift.” He growled, he shimmied them down my legs and threw them across the room.

He thumb started drawing circles over my clothed clit.

“Jack.” I gasped at the feeling, my hands tangled in his hair.

“Uh uh uh,” he grabbed my wrists and held them above my head.

“No touching.”

“But baby please! Sammy would let me touch him.” I whined.

In the blink of an eye Jack was undressed and so was I.

“I don’t know why you think he could fuck you better baby. We all know I’m the only one who knows how to make you scream.” He smirked evilly as he shoved his whole length inside of me.

“Oh shit!” I gasped out.

“Say my name baby.” He grunted as he kept pounding into me.

I wouldn’t say his name and he was noticing.

“Who made you this wet?” He growled.

“Sammy did!” I smirked, “Who?” He asked through gritted teeth. His thrusts got harder, his fingers started massaging figure eights onto my clit.

My hands grabbed onto his shoulders.

“No touching.” He grabbed my hands and held them down with one of his. He continued thrusting.

“Please baby, let me touch you.” I whined, trying to break free of his grasp.

“Who’s making you feel this good, baby.” He cooed.

“You are Jack! Fuck, you only make me feel this good baby!” I screamed out as his thrusts got harder.

He let go of my hands and they instantly flew to his back. He started leaving kisses from my jaw to my chest, stopping to leave hickeys on my boobs.

“Fuck Jack! I’m so close.” I cried out.

“Me too, baby.” His head fell to the crook of my neck.

His thrusts started getting sloppier as I felt my stomach tie in knots.

“Shit Jack!” I screamed, my toes curled, my nails scratched down his back as my back arched into his chest.

“Shit, you’re so fucking hot baby.” He bit my neck as I felt him release into me.

“Shit Jack. Ugh baby.” I groaned.

He pulled out of me, and collapsed on his side of the bed.

His arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer to him.

“I’m sorry I got so jealous.” He mumbled, nuzzling his face into my neck.

“Don’t be sorry baby, you’re so hot when you’re jealous.” I giggled.

“Oh, so that’s what you were up to? Just making me jealous?” He smirked.

“Whatttt? Noooo?” My cheeks turned a bright red.

“If you wanted it rough baby, all you had to do was ask.”

“I love you, Jack.”

“I love you too,” he smiled, pulling me even closer.

12 Dates Drabble #3

Prompt idea from @iwillprobablybechangingthislater​ … Thanks dear!

Dean gets a little bit of a hard time from a couple of co-workers after adding the picture of the two of you to his toolbox at the garage. 

I’m sorry I haven’t finished more of these! The last couple of days were of course busy. Hoping to finish a few more and get the New Year’s one written next week when I’m off, as well as some unrelated writing stuff. 

Here is the link to the 12th Date! (Which has links to the rest of them, too.)

@kbrand0 @daydreamingintheimpala @supernaturalfreewill @illisea @growningupgeek @illisea @jerkbitchidjitassbutt @missbeccamay @mindpalaceprincesss

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anonymous asked:

Me: *manipulates the fuck out of Sammy, convinces him I’m a god, and then fucking kills him* // Also me: I miss Sammy… // FJGJGJFJ OKAY BUT if you’re Sammy then I hope you’re doing well and also you deserve better than putting up with me, i don’t blame you if you don’t want to find me again


Warnings: None I believe
Characters: Daddy!Dean Winchester, Uncle!Sam Winchester, Daughter!Reader Winchester
Summary: (Read request at bottom)
Readers Age: Request says around 13/14 but it can work for any.
Word Count: 701

A/N: So I meant for this to be longer but I couldn’t think of where to go with it, *cough cough* writers block *cough cough* but anyway… Enjoy!

Reading. That’s how you spend your time, you love books, when you read them you immerse yourself into an amazing world. When a book describes the perfect scene, it feels like your right there talking to the characters.

Whether you’re reading a fictional book or an old lore book that you found in the library, whatever it is you want to read it. Even when you read a book that you’re not interested in, you stick to it until the end.

You get this side from your Uncle Sam, whenever him and Dean go out on a hunt, he always stops by some place and picks up a new book for you. He usually gets two of the same book so you both can talk about it, that’s the little quality time you two spend together.

You were submerged in the book you were reading, Harry Potter. You pictured yourself right there, you ignored everything around you, that is until you heard a knock at your door, that snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Oh uh.. Come in!” You yelled, you saw your Uncle come in with a smile on his face, “Finished reading yet?” He asked.

“No almost, I have one more chapter to go.” You informed him he nodded, “Well come get me when you’re done alright?” You nodded and went back into fantasy land.

Once you finished reading you got up and went to find Sam. Of course he was in the library along with your dad, “Hey Sweetie.” Dean greeted, “Hey dad, Uncle Sam I finished the book.” You sat down next to your uncle.

“Great! What did you think?” Sam asked as he turned towards you giving you his full attention, you started explaining your favorite parts and characters. You both discussed the plot and the ending.

You and Sam were so deep in conversation that you didn’t even see how hurt your dad looked, he just went back to whatever he was doing on his laptop.

A little while later you went back into the library and sat down beside Sam, “These mudbloods are so annoying!” Dean yelled at his laptop acting like he knew what he was talking about.

You and Sam both gave Dean a weird look, “What?” You said, squinting your eyes at him in confusion. Dean looked up at you.

“The mudbloods, I mean they’re always yelling at the actual wizards like c'mon…” Dean trailed off, “Uh dad…” You said trying to take in what he just said and how wrong his sentence was.

Dean looked up at you, “First of all, did you just try to quote Harry Potter?” You asked, Dean nodded… “Okay… Second of all, you do realize that mudbloods are the humans, and they’re the ones always getting crap not the wizards…” You pointed out.

Dean made an ‘O’ shape with his mouth and nodded, Sam started laughing, “Okay why did you just attempt to quote Harry Potter, I thought you said that series is for nerds.” You reminded him.

“Well, uh… I read up on it…. I wanted to get in on what you guys always talk about…” Dean mumbled the last part.

Your face went from confusion to sorrow, “Dad… Are you jealous that uncle Sam and I always talk about books?” You asked still not quite getting it.

“No, you two can talk about books all you want it’s just… You and I never do anything anymore, it seems you and Sam have a better relationship than you and I…” Dean looked down at his hands.

You walked over to him and gave him a hug, “Daddy, you’re my dad, we will always have a better relationship with each other than uncle Sammy and I do. If you want we can start doing more things together.” You pulled out of the hug and sat on his lap.

“Yeah I would like that.” Dean kissed your cheek, Sam smiled at the sight.

“Just promise me you won’t ever try to quote any books ever again.” You looked at him dead serious, Dean chuckled, “I promise.” You hugged him once again.

“I love you Daddy.” You said as you hugged him tighter.

“I love you too Sweetheart.”

Requested by @natreads-andstuff:
“Can you do a oneshot about deans daughter ambushes really quite and loves too read, and she always talks to Sam about her books, and Dean gets sorta jealous because his daughter never talks to him about stuff like that. Also could she be 13/14”

I hope y'all like this one! I’m open for tips on improving!

Talking With the Dead

Summary: Dean and Sam catch wind of a case where someone is bringing people back from the dead.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Female Reader
Word Count: Just over 1.3K
Warnings: Language, little bit o’ angst.
Author’s Note: My submission for
@balthazars-muse​  Monster Movie challenge. My sign is Taurus: Animation; the ability to bring souls back from the dead

Originally posted by mishaisgodaf

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Yaaaayy cuddles *gives you a smooch on the cheek* you deserve all the love and niceness too ^•^ I hope you have a nice day friend!!

Thank you Sammy-Bear!!! I am doing much better today than yesterday :D  *hugs really tightly* ^0^

Queen and King//N.M.
  • Request: Omg can you please write a Nate Maloley imagine for me idc whats it about tho 😘
  • Requested by: @maloleykush
  • Disclaimer: GIF credits go to the owner.
  • A/N: This is shit
  • Word count: 665
  • Fandom: OGOC
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Originally posted by charicee

Today I was preforming a new song of mine for everyone to hear. I should be nervous but I’m not. The opposite actually I feel very confident.

Everything was in place except I invited my best friend to come yet I still haven’t seen him. And as soon as I thought that he came running up to me crushing me in a hug as if he hasn’t seen me in years which is wrong because he saw me two days ago.

“Y/N! I missed you it been 300 years.” Sammy stated while he let go of me. I jokingly rolled my eyes at how childish he could be, but hey its Sammy what else would you expect.

I noticed behind him the Jacks and someone else where behind him. I didn’t know the other guy but he was VERY attractive. I’m gonna have to find out who he is.

“What? No hugs?” I asked the Jacks. I have known them for about a year and hang out with them frequently.

They both gave me a hug. I then turned to Mr unknown and extended my hand “Y/N” I introduced myself. “Nate but call me Skate” Nate replied.

“Well it was nice meeting you and seeing you guys again, but the kingdom awaits.” I said referring to the crowd cheering loudly.

The boys wished me luck and went back to the sides. While I made my way on the stage.

Nate's POV

Y/n was out there dancing, singing and even rapping just over all owning the stage, and damn was she amazing. Better than amazing actually.

“Sammy why have you been keeping her from me man?” I asked. Sammy chuckled and shook his head “ ‘cause I knew as soon as you met her you’d take her. I’ll allow you to date my best friend anyways though.” He confessed.

“what? no don’t hurt her or anything like that?” I questioned. He continued to look at her on stage. “I’m not worried about you hurting her but you should be worried about her hurting you.” Sam said jokingly. Well now I am

Y/n just finished preforming so shes in her dressing room. I knocked on the door and entered after hearing her say ‘enter peasant’ She was in Calvin’s and joggers and all I could say was “Damn” she turned around and saw that it was me. “oh hey skate.” she said realizing that it was me.

Okay Nate all you gotta do is ask her on a date. I mean it’s just a date its not gonna be that hard. Why am I getting to worked up about a girl? one that I have just met nonetheless. Its because shes perfect.Y/n was everything I would want in a girl.

“Uhm I was uh I was wondering if you wanted to uh go on a date? with me?” I stuttered out. Why am I stuttering? I don’t stutter I’m Nate Maloley. Oh god shes doing this to me and she doesn’t even know it. 

She was smiling so I guess that’s good. “Of course Nate I would love to go on a date with you.” She giggled. “really?” i asked enthusiastically. “Yeah we can go get a burger sometime or something im cool with whatever.” she relied. 

“okay.” I said smiling. Sammy walked in. “Did you ask her out?” I nodded my head up and down. “Good. Y/n be wise you already have him wraped around your finger. use it to your advantage” I only rolled my eyes at him while y/n laughed. “oh I know, but that’s how I like it. a queens gotta be in charge.”

“you can be in charge of anything as long as I get to be you king.” I stated looking at her. She started blushing which caused Sammy to pick on her.

I cant believe that son of a bitch has kept me away from my future queen for this long. I got her now though. I got my queen.

DeanXReader with Sam and Charlie

Request: Reader is a bit of a history lover and finds it super interesting and she’s British and knows loads about the American civil war from her exams and there’s a ghost to do with it or something and Sam tries to like take charge but she’s stubborn like her bf dean and beats him with finding all the information and filling in gaps in like record time and he has to make her apology cupcakes as a result and dean is just super amused by it cause he knew she knew more than Sam about it all etc?

Request: A fluffy dean x reader? add sam in there too?? please!!!

Request: can u do part 2 of dean x reader w charlie and sam

Part One

A/N: Because it’s a part two, and I never mention the reader being British in the first part, I don’t really make any reference to nationality. Just, ya know, let your imagination run wild.

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