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Just For A Little Bit..

Originally posted by 2nep1nk

“It’s true that we don’t know what we’ve got until we lose it, but it’s also true that we don’t know what we’ve been missing until it arrives”

Summary: That night was just suppose to be nothing but careless fun, but after drinking shot after shot that night was your first time having a one-night stand. What did you have to worry about? 99% of the time you never see the person you sleep with again… right? WRONG. What will happen when your past comes back to life to haunt you again?

Previous Parts:

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 //

Part 5 everyone~ 



“I’m sorry! Happy?” You questioned and Bobby suddenly begins to laugh.

Again what’s so funny? You didn’t seem to crack any type of joke once so ever.

“It’s okay.. I mean there is nothing to apologize for.”

“Yes there is, I so rude back in the car and I just… I just wanted to avoid the topic of us every discussing our one night stand..” You blurted out truthfully.

Bobby looked up at you and smiled.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know that topic made your uncomf-”

You quickly cut Bobby off.

“It’s not that it makes me uncomfortable.. It’s just…”

“It’s just what?” Bobby asks looking at you and you sighed. Truth was… You were scared to talk to Bobby after that day. You were scared that he was probably going to look at you as a person with low standard. Someone who was easy.

Bobby was extremely attractive and it would be a shame to reject him but you had worries about him looking down on you, you thought it would be best to just dodge him.

“I mean.. We slept together and that was that… I mean there isn’t much to talk about I guess.” You mumbled and Bobby looks downs and says something that leaves you in complete shock.

“If you didn’t leave that day… Wouldn’t you think you would have been with me instead of Mino..”

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Imagine Dean being pleasantly surprised to see you coming to Bobby’s junk yard for parts to your car.

“Are you uh, gonna need help getting that out?” Dean asked,watching as you twisted the wrench as much as you could in the small space provided.

“I think I got it,” you said, standing up straight and producing the hose you needed. 

Dean stared at you for a moment in awe and you smirked, “Just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean I don’t know my way a car,” you informed him, before making your way up to the house, to pay Bobby.

Dean stared after you with a smile on his visage. “That’s hot,” he muttered to himself.

Heading Towards Trouble

Words: 7664
Sam x Reader (smut!)
Warnings: smutty smut smut, mild language
Requested by anonymous
A/N: Happy Friday, have some Sammy smut! *fans self* Phew, I need a drink after writing this one!

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Dean pounded his hand on the wobbly metal table, fist clenched against the sting of the needle. “Dammit! Are you almost done, Sam?”

”Almost,” he said. Dean let out an annoyed growl.

”You’re welcome by the way,” he said to Sam. Sam squinted as he put in the final stitch and pulled the last end of the gash in Dean’s arm together, knotting the surgical thread.

”Yeah, thanks for butting in when I had everything handled,” he threw back at his brother.

Dean had been about to argue but was cut off when Sam’s cell phone lit up and sent loud vibrations through the table. Sam snatched it and glanced at the incoming call. “It’s Bobby. Hey Bobby,” he answered.

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Hell (Chapter Two: What will we do without her?)

Summary: Y/n Singer, after selling his soul to save Sam’s life, has accepted her destiny (or maybe not?). But her family doesn’t.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (not yet, but soon)

Word Count: 3K (approximately)

Warnings: Angst.

A/N: So here I am with the second chapter! Did you like the first? Yes? No? Let me know. For now, I hope you like this!

Hell (Chapter One: Fair Exchange)

Three months.

Three months have passed since Sam came back. And I only have nine.
The motel we’ve stayed in is in a desert place. Bobby, my father, found a case somewhere in Nebraska. From the information he has given us, this is definitely some demons.
Our job was to prevent the doors of Hell opening. We failed. We managed to close them, but it was too late; enough demons had already emerged to create even more chaos in the world. The only positive thing is that Dean and Sam had their revenge. Thanks to Colt (the gun that can kill any supernatural creature), they have finally made out the demon that had killed their mother, Azazel.
I roll into bed. I look at the alarm on the bedside table: three o'clock in the morning. I don’t feel tired, and lately I don’t even sleep. Perhaps, knowing the exact day of your own death has this effect. Beside me there is Sam, who deeply sleeping belly up. The lesser of Winchester didn’t take long to discover why he wasn’t dead; since Dean told him, Sam spends all day on the books, to find the solution to my “problem.”
The same thing my father does, after having repeated a few times that I’m an idiot.
I get up from the bed calmly, trying not to wake up Sam, I go over the other bed where there is Dean lying belly down, who sleeps beatily. I look at both of them, and then I go out.
The air is dull, and fortunately I’m not dressed very heavy. I ride somewhere between the cars parked, and when I see the Impala, I sit on the hood. Lately I often do it, sit down and look at the sky.
I’m strangely passionate about the stars; there are so many in the universe, and some of them are already dead, but we still see them still in the night sky. This is how I feel: a star already dead, but for others still shines. But a dead star remains dead, it doesn’t return to life.
“Try not to scratch her.”
I look down and meet Dean’s face. His green eyes look at me carefully, while I still think of his voice. God, I hope I will not forget it when I’m down there; it might be the only thing that will keep me.. myself.
"Why are you awake?” I say with nonchalance; three months now I try not to show my feelings. I don’t want them to worry more than they already do.
“Why are you awake?”
“I didn’t sleep.”
“Me neither.”
“But if you slept like a jumble!”
Dean doesn’t answer, and looks up to the sky, surrendering.
“I heard you go out, and I wanted to see if…”
“..I was fine. Yes, they are three months that you repeatedly asked me.”
He approaches the car and leans back against the passenger door.
“Sam and Bobby will continue to look for something, do you know?”
“True, but they will not find anything.”
“You can’t know.”
His voice has changed, now it is more serious, more.. angry?
I know for sure they will not find anything, the demons are not so stupid. I try in every way to accept what will happen to me, while they do nothing but believe false hopes.
“You know what? Let them seek well; I gave up when the demon disappeared from that crossroad. And frankly, I don’t care. For me the important thing was that Sam was fine. The rest doesn’t matter.”
Suddenly, I feel pulled to the legs, and opening my eyes, I find Dean’s eyes on mine. He’s so close to me. Too much. With his hands clenching my knees, and I believe that my breath is getting more and more absent.
“So your life counts nothing?”
I look at him in his perfectly green eyes, and his jaw covered with a light beard. And his lips, which I can’t take from my head.
Don’t react. No emotions.
“At this point, no. Don’t you think?”

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What Do YOU Want? Pt. 11

A Kwon Jiyong series ft. Kim Jiwon

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word count: 3,200+

Summary: The most important person in the world to you can appear most often when you least expect it. But through everything, you can’t forget about you and your own happiness. Who are you happy with? Who is the best for you?

Part 1Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

(A/N: Ok this part is super super super emotional so prepare yourselves accordingly!! As always, I hope you guys enjoy!)

Originally posted by xchemicalmonster

You stared back at Bobby as your lips parted slightly in shock. Out of every possible explanation for his recoiling from your near act of intimacy, his response had been nowhere on your list. Your mind raced while the two of you worked to get a grip on your breathing once again.

“W-What?” You stuttered despite your best efforts.

“You still love him.” He repeated the statement as you closed your eyes, nearly flinching as the first impact still hadn’t fully dissipated.

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The Unforgiven

Characters: Gabriel x Reader

Word Count: 2,300

Warnings: language, Gabriel being a huge dick, violence, angst

A/N: Well I’m attempting to dip my toes into the soulmate universe.

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Originally posted by lucifersagents

Nothing about this case didn’t make a sense. None of interviews were adding up, and everything from the victim’s stories to the locations didn’t add up. You were left scratching your head in the hotel room, trying to figure out what was happening.

It wasn’t an angry spirit, wasn’t a pissed off witch, and it wasn’t a demon. Running your hand through your hair you stared at your phone, staring at Bobby Singer’s phone number.

It had been almost three years since you called Bobby. The last time you had talked to the grumpy old man, he told you to get out of hunting that it wasn’t the life for you.

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Acting (Bob Morley x Reader)

Request: I just saw that you write for the actors so could I request an imagine where the reader is an actor on the show as well and her & bob Morley are super in love/best friends and everyone knows/sees it but them. thank you! Xx

Originally posted by helenkomskaikru

Living in the real world was hard. That’s why you always appreciate The 100, you were so thankful you had a role on the show. Acting has been your passion since you were young and not only does this show give you amazing opportunities, it let you meet Bob Morley. Watching him shoot his scene from afar, you admire the way his curly hair fell over his face. 

“Staring at Bobby again?” Marie states, standing next to your seat, “What is that like the 100th time this week?“ 

 "Shut up.” You smile, pushing her arm gently, “I’m trying to get into character." 

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Pairings: DeanxDaughter!Reader

Summary: (Y/N) is Dean’s nine year old daughter who stumbles upon a new friend at Papa Bobby’s house.

Words: 1634

Warnings: fluff. Series spoilers (this starts in season 5)

A/N: A cat litter commercial and my friend’s constant kid talk gave me this idea. Sorry it’s been a while.

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The sun shines brightly on you as you wander the automobile graveyard while your grandfather sits on the back porch, a phone to his ear as he reads from an ancient book as he reports his findings to your father and uncle.

You continue to wander the grounds, drawing patterns in the gravel paths with a large stick while you hum your current favorite song. Being the nine year old daughter of a hunter isn’t easy and in your opinion having friends is just a waste of time. Your father, Dean, tries his best, keeping you at grandpa Singer’s during the school year while him and his brother go off and fight the bad but he tries so hard to come and see you every chance he has.

You don’t mind it, because when summer rolls around your father picks you up and takes you on a road trip with uncle Sammy. You also don’t mind when they have to drop you off at the nearest safe house, motel, whatever, that will shelter you when they have to take out a monster they run into. You don’t care at all, but it’s not like you have a second option if you did.

You sigh, bending down to examine a glittering rock you’ve stumbled upon. The small while rock holds your attention for a while, you imagine it was some magical item until the bushes in front of you rustle. You drop the rock, falling to your hands and knees as you cautiously approach the bush. You gently pull some branches to the side, revealing a small kitten stumbling amongst the dirt. The kitten’s covered in orange fur, aside from the small patch missing from her front left paw. You tilt your head, realizing the patch of fur missing is a burn mark in the shape of a lowercase letter t with a small dot just above the top. The kitten’s large blue eyes meet yours, a sadness and fear so deep behind the swirling shades of blue that your heart shatters at the sight and all you can think about is picking up the kitten and never letting it down.

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Just For A Little Bit. .

Originally posted by 2nep1nk

“It’s true that we don’t know what we’ve got until we lose it, but it’s also true that we don’t know what we’ve been missing until it arrives”

Summary: That night was just suppose to be nothing but careless fun, but after drinking shot after shot that night was your first time having a one-night stand. What did you have to worry about? 99% of the time you never see the person you sleep with again… right? WRONG. What will happen when your past comes back to life to haunt you again?

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Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

Part 4 is finallyyyyyy here ~ 

Part 5



He walked to the passenger seat and opened the door wide enough to let you in. Wow… A guy who actually went his way to open a car door for you..

You slowly yet awkwardly smiled and made your way in the passenger seat feeling your heartbeat out of your chest. You looked out the window and watched Bobby walk over to the driver seat. Can this car ride be over with already?

Bobby quietly got in the car and you began to look forward hoping he wouldn’t bother talking to you..


“What?” You blurted out expecting him to mention the one night stand again.

“Um…. seatbelt?”

Shit… right…

You awkwardly grabbed the seat belt from the side and made sure it was on… As you were all set and ready to, you could feel Bobby’s eyes glued to you. You looked up and Bobby smiled and looked away.

Why does he keep doing that? Why does he keep looking at you, smiles and looked away? Did you have something on your face? Did you look that bad?



You stared at Bobby and noticed the way he seemed to smile when you spoke to him… What is up with him?

“Did… Mino ask you to pick me up?”

“Actually… I offered.”

What?! What was he up to? Why did he want to take the time and offer to pick you up when he could be at the party already. .


Bobby remained quiet while you continued to stare at him.. Either he speaks and explains himself… Or, you would do anything you could just to hear his reason behind this.


He sighs and pulls over out of nowhere. You looked at him surprised and he looks down at his hands and then at you.

“Because… this is the only way we can talk without you avoiding me..”

Oh no…

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Spells - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Spells

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: Around 3k+

Warnings: None

Prompt: Can you do a Deanxreader: the boys go on a hunt where there are victims from different kinds of monsters. They find a toddler (reader) talking about a witch has been summoning monsters to kill her. They bring her to Bobby who recognizes her and tells the boys she should be the same age as Dean. While the brothers go to kill the witch, the spell wears off and she leaves before they get back. After a few weeks she ends up rescuing them and Dean ask her to join them because he is falling for her? (Slightly altered towards the end)

“Alright sweetheart-” Dean smiled down at you as he tucked you inside the car, a blanket wrapped around you “You’re gonna wait here while I go find the moose and we will be right back, ok?”

“N-no” you whined slightly, not letting go of him; looking up at him with tears in your eyes.

“Sweetheart” he said in a soft tone “My brother’s in there fighting those nutjobs. He needs my help.” Dean placed a hand on top of your head as you whimpered slightly.

“But- but the witch-” you stuttered “The witch will get you.” you were on the verge of crying, holding desperately ontothe man.

Dean’s green eyes filled with sorrow, there were a few things that could break him and one of those was a little girl begging for him to not leave her. And if it wasn’t for his brother being in there he really would have stayed by your side.

“No” you whimpered “No- I don’t want her to get you.” yor lower lip trembled as you shut your eyes and wrapped your small arms around his neck. He brought you a sense of comfort and peace, like you were at home and someone could finally take care of you. Like you could finally be put to rest in his arms.

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Kian Lawley | “Does she really?!”

“Have you talked to (y/n)?” Bobby asks Kian.

“No, man. I want to but I don’t know if she’s into me.”

“Actually,” Bobby smiles. “I’m not supposed to tell you this but..”

“Bobby, tell me. What is it?”

“I spoke to her, to (y/n) and well..”

“Bobby! Stop doing that!”

Bobby laughs.

“Fuck you!” Kian laughs. “What do you know that I don’t?”

“Okay, okay.” he says. “We talked about you.”

“And?” Kian asks anxiously.

“She likes you.”

Kian doesn’t say anything. He just stares at Bobby.

Bobby doesn’t hold himself back from laughing at Kian’s reaction to what he was just told.

“Does she really?!” Kian’s eyes widen, along with his smile.

“She does but she doesn’t know you like her, that’s why I wasn’t supposed to tell you. But since I know you do, me being the great friend I am,” Bobby chuckles. “I wanted to help.”

“You’re not fucking with me?”

“Kian! No!” they both laugh.

“I love you, man. Thank you.” he smiles. “But what do I do now?!”

“Ask her if she’d like to go out with you tonight. Take her somewhere.”

“I’m nervous.”

“Aw! Kian’s nervous!”

“Shut up, don’t do that.”

Bobby’s Angel - part 2

Warnings: There is a lot of cute fluff in this piece. It may give you the feels for Clay lol. My teeth feel rotten for the amount of cuteness in this piece. ENJOY!

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After Gemma picked up Jax and Opie to get cleaned up and ready. Bobby decided it would be best to get y/n ready for the party while leaving the croweaters to clean up and decorate the clubhouse. After the bath, Bobby wrapped y/n in a large fluffy white towel and sat her in the middle of his bed. Gemma had bought her a dress for her party but he wanted to make sure she was completely dry before putting it on. “I wish your mom was here to see your birthday, y/n. At least she’s letting me throw you party. Who knows what will happen next year,” he trailed off. Y/n smiled up at him at, “party with Obie an Jass?” Bobby sat next to her and laughed, pulling her into his lap. “Yep angel. You get to party with little Opie and Jax. You three are going to be so much trouble when you’re older!”

Hours later, the party was in full swing. Bobby sat on a bar stool, beer in one hand while the other wrapped around little y/n, sitting on his lap. Y/n was doing her gibberish talk to Jax and Opie, who were resting against Bobby’s legs and nodding at y/n, as if they understood her completely. Bobby chuckled as the two boys became immersed into the toddler’s conversation. The club was spread out across the room, even members from other charters and some nomads were present for today. “Alright, where is she?” The doors to the club opened and in strolled Clay. Y/n looked up and started clapping. “Clay! UP!” She yelled out for him as she wiggled in her father’s arm. “Up! Up!” Bobby laughed and passed her off to Clay, who swung her around before letting her sit on his shoulders. “Is the birthday girl ready for presents?” he asked as y/n wrapped her arms around his head. “Dada, present time?” She looked down hopefully, a toothy grin on her face. “Yea Unca Bobby, can y/n open her presents?” “Pretty please! We got her somthin!” Jax and Opie bounced around and tugged at his pants. Gemma and Mary laughed from the nearby couches at the boys’ excitement. Everyone knew that those two would do anything to make the little girl happy. 

Clay kept hold of y/n and walked her over to the couches. Spinning her around until she shrieked out with laugh, he tossed her in the air before plopping her down between Gemma and JT. Y/n screeched out louder as JT and Gemma began tickling her. “Jass! Obie! Help me!” she squeaked and squirmed. Jax ran over quickly and began his own tickle attack to his father, who jumped in his seat and lifted the boy to his lap. “Gemma! I’ve been hit! Go on without me!” JT dramatically threw himself backwards in his seat and let his tongue hang out his mouth. As Gemma was distracted trying to tickle Jax, Opie helped Y/n off the couch and went to his own parents, giggling as they tried to hide behind Piney’s legs. Everyone laughed at the children running and playing. This is what the club was about - this was family gathered to celebrate another year passing for the youngest little Munson. “Clay! I have presents now?” y/n batted her eyelashes up to her uncle. Bobby and everyone laughed as Clay nodded and held his hand out for her. That girl had Clay wrapped around her tiny fingers. “Alright, we heard the birthday girl. It’s present time!” Y/n excitedly clapped and ran to Clay, taking his hand and following him towards the tables. “Daddy, cmon!”

After all presents had been opened, it was time for cake. Opie and Jax dragged their parents over to the table with the cakes. “we made these for her!” “unca Bobby let us make ‘em!” The excitement in their voices warmed everyone’s heart. Clay scooped up y/n and sat her on the table near the biggest cake. “Clay! Get her off the table! She’s not an animal,” Gemma yelled as Clay and Bobby laughed. “Cmon Gem, it’s her birthday. Let her sit on the damn table, she’s gonna be too big soon to do it.” Gemma rolled her eyes and shook her head. JT couldn’t help but laugh as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. To everyone outside this room, these men would be seen as nothing more than criminal bikers up to no good. But inside the walls of the clubhouse with the small child sitting on the table and waiting for her cake, they were family men, doing what needed to be done to protect their children.

Bobby stood next to y/n, leaning down to place a kiss atop her head. Grabbing his guitar, he started to sing for y/n, who turned and smiled up at him. As the night wore on, people began to leave. Opie and Jax ran off to play with their toys in the corner of the room. The remaining adults gathered on the couches to drink and talk. Y/n wadded her way over to Bobby and climbed next to him, settling between him and Clay as she rubbed her eyes. Clay handed her the sippy cup from the table and she sat back, letting out a tiny content sigh as she drank from her cup. They couldn’t help but laugh. Y/n sat just like her daddy when he drank, leaned back and legs spread wide for comfort. “She is truly a Munson!”

“Yes she is.” Bobby wrapped an arm around his angel. She wiggled and curled against his side. As the conversation continued on, Clay nudged Bobby and cast his eyes down to the child who was fast asleep, her hands still clutching her sippy cup. Gemma giggled and shushed everyone around them, pointing the floor in front of the men. Jax and Opie had since joined the group again, but were passed out on the floor, toy bikes still in hand. “These three are going to be a club of their own one day,” JT said, a smile on his face as he gazed at his slleeping son. “Yea, ‘fraid we’re in for a lot of fun when they grow up,”Piney laughed out as he took another swig of his beer. “Guess we should get the kids to bed. It was a long day for them.”

As Bobby laid y/n on his dorm bed, he couldn’t help but stare. Bobby couldn’t help but smile at his daughter sprawled out. Although him and her mother weren’t together anymore,fought often, and she hated y/n being at the clubhouse with him, Bobby would do anything for this precious child of his. Y/n, his first born. His little girl. His precious little angel.

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You could feel sweat trickling down the sides of your forehead as you stared at Hanbin via the reflection on the mirror, somewhat in a daze as the exhaustion from four hours of continuous practice was starting to get to you. As much as he was getting agitated trying to talk the bunch of you into focusing and getting the steps right so you guys could finally be dismissed, none of his words were going into your head as you felt every muscle in your body go limp, then let out a huge sigh at the thought of how long you guys were going to continue doing this.

“You alright?” Bobby whispered seeing the blank look on your face. “Do you need a break?”

“Nah it’s fine,” You reassured him with a meek smile, then got into position as Hanbin walked over to the speakers.

However, much to his annoyance, you missed a step he went through just a mere few seconds ago, making you stick out like a sore thumb and of course, he noticed this immediately.

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for the one who deserves it the most, my love cartermaysimmons

AU: Jemma Simmons is the head of a villainous organization that we will not name, and glasses!Grant is her loyal, handsome assistant.  Bobbi is technically head of security, but really, she spends most of her time with Jemma and Grant.  Jemma strongly believes in surrounding herself with hot people (though she is, of course, the hottest.)  It keeps her happy.


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Originally posted by out-in-the-open

“C'mon, Dean.” I shoved my laptop back to his side of the table urging him to look at it. “Three people have suddenly gone missing in the last two weeks all from the same part of town.”

Dean gave me an annoyed look, “Y/n, will you stop. We aren’t going. You’re just getting over the flu, you still need rest. Some other hunter will get it.” He stood to get another cup of coffee.

“I’m fine, Dean. I can handle this.”

Dean looked to Sam for help who was sitting at the end of the table with his nose in a book.

Feeling Dean’s eyes on him he looked up and shrugged, “We’ve hunted for less. Besides, a little fresh air could do her good.”

I smiled at Sam thankful that it was two against one.

Dean looked back at me and I gave him my best puppy dog eyes. “You’re a persistent pain in my ass, you know that?”

“Is that a yes?” Excitement grew inside me.

Dean ran his hand down his face “Yes. We’ll leave in the morning…”

“Yes!” I pumped my fist in the air.

“But if you so much as look pale, I’m putting Garth on it.” He pointed his finger at me.

I nodded and darted off to my room to pack for tomorrow.

We got up early and left. The day was filled with sitting in the car listening to rock music and Sam complaining to turn it down. We finally got to the motel around 9 pm. Sam instantly dived into his laptop and Dean collapsed on one of the beds. I stole the keys to the impala and said I was going to get food and hurried out the door before Dean could protest.

My phone rang after a little bit and I answered to a very tired sounding Dean.

“Don’t forget the pie.”

“Don’t worry, Dean. I won’t forget the pie.” I rolled my eyes.

“That’s what Sam always says.” I could just imagine the look he’d be shooting Sam as he said that.

“Yeah, well, I’m not Sam. Besides I want pie too. So there’s no way I’ll forget it.”

“That’s my girl.” He said before he hung up.

I shook my head and tossed my phone back on the impala’s seat and focused on the road ahead.  It was a dark country back road. No street lights, not many houses, most of which are abandoned, and no other cars.

The lack of light is probably the only reason I noticed the soft blue hue that suddenly emanated from the window of one of the long empty farm houses. My curiosity took over, I just had to check it out. I knew I should just keep driving, get the food, and go back to the motel, but the urge to know what made that light was just too strong.

I pulled over across the street from the house, turned off the engine and went to the trunk to retrieve my pistol just in case. And then I started my walk down the long driveway. I entered the house cautiously, ready to shoot any threat that came my way.

The entry way seemed safe enough so I continued down the hall into the kitchen. The house was quiet, the only sound was of me breathing, which is why the floor creaking under my foot startled me a little. I cursed myself for making noise and then continued to the small hallway where I had two opinions, go down stairs to the basement or turn left where it looked like the bedrooms were.

I decided left was a better option, I’d go down once the upstairs was clear. I was about to turn when I heard the same creak of the floorboards. I swung around aiming my gun at a boy in his teens covered in tribal tattoos. My eyes grew wide when the said tattoos and his eyes started to glow blue.

Definitely a monster. I just didn’t know what monster he was. But you know, shoot first ask questions later.

Unfortunately this monster wasn’t really phased by silver. He lunged towards me, attempting to grab my arm. I dodged, but hands from behind me grabbed hold of my arms and pulled them behind my back.

There’s two. I am so screwed… If these monsters don’t kill me, my brothers certainly will…

The boy reached out and placed his hand on my forehead.

I woke up slumped at a desk I hadn’t sat at in years. It was cluttered with papers and books all relating to lore. I shot up in the chair and looked around. It was my old room at Bobby’s house. But that house had burned down.

“No way… This can’t be real.” I mumbled to myself.

“Y/n?!” Bobby’s voice traveled into the room.

I spun around and rushed to the door but tripped over my boots which were carelessly tossed on the floor just like they always used to be. I smacked face first into the door frame as Bobby appeared in the doorway.

“It’s real.. It’s real.” l mumbled, holding my hands against my forehead.

“What’s real?” Bobby asked me.

I stared at Bobby in disbelief. “But you’re supposed to be dead…”

“Did you fall asleep reading again?”

I looked back at the cluttered desk. Did I?

Bobby only shook his head, not waiting for my answer. “C'mon, it’s time to eat.”

I followed Bobby down the stairs and into the kitchen. He handed me a bowl of the stew that he had made and we sat down. We ate quietly for a moment. I had no clue what was happening. I looked at Bobby. I had always gone to him when I couldn’t figure something out, maybe I should try that now.


“Yeah?” He answered without looking up at me.

“Uh, is there a monster than can change reality?”

“What do you mean?”

“Is there some type of creature that can make the world as we know it change?”

“I’ve never heard of anything like that. Why are you asking?”

“Oh, you know, random thoughts.” I said disappointed he had no information for me. Maybe Sam or Dean would be more helpful. “So, where are Sam and Dean?”

“Who?” He gave me a weird look.

“Sam and Dean. You know really tall, always getting into trouble.” He stared at me blankly so I continued. “Winchester.” I said, growing confused myself.

“Relatives you haven’t told me about?” He guessed, genuinely not knowing who I was talking about.

I thought for a minute. If this world was different from mine in the way that Bobby and the house are still here then maybe it changed in more ways than just that. Maybe my father had never met Bobby. Maybe he had never gone into hunting at all and the boys had normal lives.

Something occurred to me. “Is there a creature that can make wishes come true?”

“What? Like a genie?” Bobby chuckled.

“Well, yeah I guess. Are they real?”

“No, they’re not real.” Bobby acted like I should’ve known that fact. “Is something going on that I don’t know about?”

“No, nothing. I was just wondering.” I focused on my food hoping he wouldn’t see through my lie.

Bobby only shrugged and went back to his dinner. I didn’t say anything for the rest of night.

After eating I went back to my room hoping that when I woke up the next morning Bobby would still be there.

The next morning after I made sure everything was the same as last night, I packed a bag. I had to know what had become of the boys, what their lives are like in this world, if they were safe…

I ran down the stairs, eager to start the drive to Lawrence but Bobby’s voice made me stop in my tracks.

“And where do you think you’re going?”

I turned from the door and saw him standing there with his arms crossed over his chest and a stern look on his face, just like all the times he’d caught me sneaking out when I was younger.

“There’s a case in Lawrence, Kansas. Just a simple salt and burn. I’ll be back in a few days.” It wasn’t a complete lie. I was going to Lawrence and I would most likely be back in a few days.

“So you were just going to leave and have me wondering where you were?” He raised his eyebrows at me.

A smile spread across my face. “Aw, Bobby, would you be worried about me?” I joked.

“No, you idjit. I just want to know what to tell someone if they come by.”

I laughed. “Like who?”

“Like Cas.”

“So he does know about me..” I mumbled.


“Nothing. I’ll see you in a few days.” And with that I shot out the door and jumped into my truck before Bobby could stop me.

About an hour into the drive I started to doubt if my brothers were even in Lawrence. I should have looked into it before rushing out but I wasn’t thinking. If they weren’t in Lawrence I could always go to Lebanon to see the bunker.

“Hello, Y/n.” Cas appeared next to me.

I swerved a little. “Dammit, Cas! How many times have I told you not to pop in while I’m driving?”

“Fifteen.” He said simply.


“You’ve told me-”

“Nevermind.” I cut him off. “What are you doing here?”

“Bobby was worried. You know he doesn’t like you going on cases alone.”

“Does he always send you to check up on me?”

Cas looked at me confused. “Yes.”

“So does this mean you’ll be coming with me?” I asked.

“That is what Bobby asked of me.”

I sighed. Great. How am I going to pull this one off…

“You don’t seem very happy about that. Usually you enjoy my company on hunts, do you not?”

“Of course I enjoy your company, Cas. It’s just this case… It’s well, more personal.” Cas gave me a confused look so I continued. “It’s not a salt and burn like I told Bobby. In fact I don’t think there’s anything supernatural going on in Lawrence.”

“Then why are you going?”

“There’s some people I have to see. My brothers.”

“I didn’t know you had siblings.”

“I didn’t either for a while. My dad, he had two boys before me. If his wife hadn’t died I probably wouldn’t be here. I just have to know who they are. I can’t really explain it, I just have to know.”

“And Bobby doesn’t know.”

“No. And I don’t want him to. At least not yet.”

“Then I will not tell him. But I am coming with you.”

I smiled a little. “Thanks, Cas.”

We got to Lawrence around midnight and the first thing I did was check into the nearest motel. Despite Cas saying that I should get some sleep, I started looking for anything I could find on the Winchester boys. I found out that Sammy had graduated top of his class, which wasn’t at all surprising. He’d gone on to law school, but this time I bet John was proud and didn’t tell him to never come back. And now he was a lawyer in Lawrence. I discovered that Dean dropped out of highschool and had gone to work with John as a mechanic, no surprise there either. So coming here wasn’t a total waste after all.

I leaned back in my chair with a satisfied smile on my face. Cas was giving me a weird look but I paid him no mind as I went over to one of the beds to get a few hours of shut eye before tomorrow morning.

The next morning I jumped out of bed excited to get a move on. I couldn’t wait to see the boys. I wanted to see just how happy they were. I hadn’t seen them truly happy since before Bobby died. I quickly got ready and called to Cas to hurry up as I ran out the door.

The mechanic shop was closer so that was my first stop. I parked across the street where we hopefully wouldn’t be as noticeable. I spotted the impala right off the bat. She hadn’t changed a bit on the outside but I bet the trunk was completely different.

“What are we doing here?” Cas asked.

“This is where my oldest brother, Dean, works.” I explained.

My eyes were glued to the front of the shop. I was so focused on seeing Dean that it never occurred to me that my dad might be here and I was surprised when I saw him walk up to the shop. He looked just as surprised when he saw me.

I started the truck. “Time to go, Cas.”

“What? Why?”

I drove away from the shop a quickly as I could. “That was my father and I really don’t feel like talking to him at the moment.”

“You seem angry with him.” Cas observed.

“That’s because I am.”

Cas didn’t push the issue but I could tell he wanted to.

I drove straight back to the motel no longer in the mood to sit outside of Sam’s work for a glimpse of him.

I sat down at the table in the motel room and ran my hands down my face.

“Are you ok, Y/n?” Cas sounded concerned.

“What was I thinking?” I said more to myself then to Cas. “It’s not like they know who I am. What would I have even said to them anyway? ‘Hey, I’m Y/n, your long lost sister. I kinda just stalked you on the internet so I could find out what your life is like.’ Yeah, that would’ve gone over well.”

Cas just stared at me.

“What do you say we go to Lebanon tomorrow?” I asked eager to change the subject.

“Whatever you want.”

I spent the rest of the day looking for actual cases to chase after but had no such luck.

The next day Cas and me went to a dinner so I could get something to eat before we headed out to Lebanon. Cas of course didn’t order anything being an angel and all.

“Y/n.” I heard a deep and stern voice say behind me making me cringe.

I tried to control my anger and turned in my seat to look at him. “Hello, John.”

He sat down in the chair next to me. “What are you doing here? Where’s your mother?”

“Dead. But it’s not like you cared enough to know about that.” I scoffed.

He seemed taken aback by my answer. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

I threw some cash on the table and looked at Cas. “C'mon, Cas, let’s get out of here.” I stood and started to walk out but John caught up to me.

“Wait, Y/n.” He grabbed my arm as I walked out the door. “Tell me what happened.”

Cas stiffened but he didn’t move. He knew I wanted to handle this myself.

We got out of the way of the doors. “I don’t really know what happened.” I said without looking at him. “She was torn apart. I don’t know what did it.”

He looked sad, which surprised me but it wasn’t gonna make me let him off easy. “When?”

“I was ten.”

He looked shocked. “Who have you been living with?”

“A friend of mom’s.” I said simply.

“Back to my earlier question. What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see who my brothers were. Oh, thanks by the way for telling me I had them.” I started to walk away again.

“Y/n. Hear me out. I didn’t want them to know about what your mom was into.”

I turned back, surprised. “You know about that?”

“The boys. They deserve their innocence.”

“That I agree with.” I started to leave again.

“Why do you hate me?” John pulled me back.

“That’s what happens when you abandon a child. They grow up hating you.” I said without missing a beat.

I drove Cas back to the motel. “I’m gonna go on a walk, Cas. Alone.” He nodded knowing it was no use to argue with me, especially with the mood I was in and I left.

I had no destination in mind. I just wanted to get fresh air and clear my head. I hadn’t seen my father since my mom died and he dropped me off at Bobby’s. That was another world but I still couldn’t forgive him for my mom’s death or abandoning me.

Tears started to run down my face as the memories of losing my mom rushed through my head. The worry I felt when she didn’t come back to the motel after a week. The fear I felt when I opened the door to my father. He told me what happened but nothing more. And then I was at Bobby’s. Bobby was the one who tried to comfort me the best he could. He was the one to take care of me and raised me. The one to deal with me through my moody teen years and the one to help me through broken hearts and homework and the one who taught me to hunt. He was the one who acted like a father should.

Someone bumped into me. “Oh I’m sorry ma'am. I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

That voice. I know that voice. I looked up to the face of my big brother.

“Hey, are you ok?” Sam asked.

I shook my head and dried my eyes. “I’ll be fine.”

“Why don’t we go get a cup of coffee and we can talk about it ok?” Sam offered.

“No. It’s fine. You probably don’t want to hear the problems of a stranger anyways.”

“C'mon. It’s on me.” He insisted.

The look in his eyes told me I wasn’t going to get out of this one so I nodded and let him lead me to a nearby coffee shop.

“So, what was the cause of all those tears?” He asked as we sat down at a table after ordering.

“I ran into my father that I haven’t seen in years.”

“That bad, huh?”

“You could say that. He ditched me and my mom when I was really young. I was kind of an accident and I think he’s ashamed that he ever got with my mom after his wife died. I probably just remind him of the mistake he made.”

“Your dad sounds like a jerk if he thinks of you like that.”

“Yeah he kinda is. He didn’t even know that my mom died and that I was raised by her friend. I don’t know why I even care. Bobby was more of a father to me than my actual dad ever was. Bobby always tells me that family doesn’t end in blood but…”

“It still hurts though. Being rejected by your family.” He finished for me.


“Well,” He paused not knowing my name.


“Well, Y/n, I can tell you you’re not alone in having a father who rejects you. My father resents me for not going into the family business and becoming a lawyer instead.”

My heart fell when he said that. I was hoping their relationship was different now. “Most parents would be thrilled about their kid becoming a lawyer. What did your dad want you to do?” I said even though I knew the answer already.

“He wanted me to be a mechanic.”

“Really?” I said with fake disbelief.

“Yeah. He was just mad that I don’t follow orders like my brother.”

I laughed at that. “Sounds like we both have daddy issues.”

A comfortable silence loomed over us as we drank our coffee just enjoying each others company. 

“So did your brother became a mechanic?” I asked in an attempt to strike the conversation back up.

“Yep. He usually does what dad tells him. Always trying to please him.”

“Did he want to though? Become a mechanic I mean.”

Sam shrugged, “Dean’s always liked cars.” He took a drink of his coffee then held his hand out to me. “I’m sorry, I haven’t even told you my name. Sam Winchester, it’s nice to meet you.”

I laughed and shook his hand. “Nice to meet you too, Sam.”

When it came time to leave neither of us really wanted to go. I liked doing something normal with my brother, no talk of the supernatural or anything like that. The only problem being he thought I was some random girl he happened to bump into on the street.

“So, do you live around here, Y/n?” Sam asked.

I shook my head. “I’m just passing through.”

“Where you headed?”

“I don’t know yet. I just go wherever the wind takes me.”  

He smiled. “Well, I would love to talk to you again before you leave. You’re an interesting person and I feel like you’re someone I can be friends with.”

“Oh really?” I smiled back up at him. I pulled a pen out of my pocket and grabbed his hand, scribbling my number across acrossed his palm. “Well in that case, here’s my number. I’ll probably be here for a few more days and we can set something up.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Sam agreed.

“Your mood has improved.” Cas stated as I walked into our motel room.

“I had a very good walk.”  I told him with a smile.

“When should we leave for Lebanon?” He asked.

“Lebanon can wait a few more days.”


Here’s Part Five of my One Night Stand AU, in which Daisy takes one day to see what Fitzsimmons still haven’t noticed is there, and baby Fitzsimmons finally gets a name. 



“Okay, can I just say how ready I am to hit the beach this weekend?” Daisy said with an exaggerated groan as she dropped onto her sofa beside Jemma. “Just sun, sand, and no dumb guys implying that I don’t know how to do my damn job because I’m a woman.”

Bobbi arched an eyebrow at that, asking with a sympathetic smile, “Rough day?”

Daisy gave another groan in response, closing her eyes and dropping her head against the back of the couch. “You know how boys can be about their computers, always thinking they know more when in reality I could plant a virus in their system that’s so well-written, they’d never even know it was there until it ate up all their files and killed their precious computer.”

“Daisy!” Jemma gasped in disbelief – well, alright, somewhat disbelief.

“What?! I wouldn’t actually do it; I enjoy getting paid too much to screw up my employment, thank you very much.” She sat up a bit straighter, leaning closer to Jemma to lovingly pat her bulging baby bump. “Still, I’m very grateful that your baby is following the rules and isn’t sneaking a penis on our girls’ weekend.”

Rolling her eyes, Jemma huffed and pushed Daisy’s hand away. On her other side, Bobbi suddenly cleared her throat uncomfortably. “Um…actually…”

Daisy’s head whirled around so that she could stare at Bobbi with wide, horrified eyes. “You didn’t.”

Bobbi held out her hands helplessly. “I haven’t yet; I was going to ask you about it today, but…well, I didn’t expect you to be so done with guys right now and…Hunter’s just so excited!”

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