Summary: Y/n saves Gabriel causing him to take a liking to her.
Pairing: Gabriel x reader
Warnings The door opens to Asmodeus’ throne room and Ketch walks in with you sneaking behind him. Asmodeus is seated on his throne and Gabriel is in a nearby cage that you have yet to notice, your eyes glued on the man who sarcastically says, “Mr. Ketch. Sorry to keep you waitin’.” Ketch looks over at Gabriel who is huddled in his cage, which draws your attention to it as well, before addressing Asmodeus in an angry tone, “Why am I here?” “The Winchesters are gathering up pieces to a spell. A real big magic sort of affair.” “I’ve heard. Their pet angel was just in the Holy Land,” Ketch says causing Asmodeus to lean forward in his throne. “You knew and didn’t tell me?” “You didn’t ask.”
Description: Your life changed the moment Jared Padalecki walked through the doors of your shit job, in your shit town. You helped him as much as you could, becoming extremely close. (Characters, Warnings, etc. will change per part.)
Characters: Jared Padalecki and Reader
Warnings: Explicit Language
Word Count: 1240
A/N: This is PURE FICTION. I do not mean ANY harm to Jared or his absolutely wonderful family!
You peeled into the parking lot of the nicest of three motels in your hometown, throwing your car into park and getting out, repeating Jared’s hotel room number in your head. You passed reception, getting some ‘knowing’ looks from employees since you were still in your work clothes.
Little did they know, getting laid was the last thing on your mind.
I stared at Jack while he slept over the top of my phone and smiled. I liked Jack but my brothers would never allow a relationship between their little sister and a regular guy, never mind a nephilim of the archangel Lucifer. I sighed and went back to scrolling through my Tumblr feed.
“Y/N,” Dean said.
My head shot up and met my oldest brothers eyes in the rearview mirror. “Yeah?”
“Stop staring at Jack while he’s sleeping. It’s creepy.”
“I’m not staring at Jack,” I said unconvincingly, blushing like crazy. I thanked Chuck that it was dark and tried to calm myself down.
“Yes you are,” Sam said, looking at me in the rearview mirror. “You’ve been staring for a while.”
I huffed. “So.”
“So no,” Dean said, making his signature are you crazy face. “No. You and Jack cannot be… whatever it is you want to be.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “He probably doesn’t even like me. Can we drop it please?”
“I like you Y/N,” Jack said, and everybody jumped. Nobody had realized that Jack had woken up. “I would like to be, um. Your boyfriend. That’s the word right?”
“Yeah, that’s the word. Wait really?” I said.
“Yeah, I really like you but wasn’t sure how to tell you.”
Sam snorted and I turned to look at him and Dean. Sam was holding back laughter while Dean turned from red to purple.
“Dean,” I said, nervously.
“It’s fine Y/N. You and Jack can be what you want to be. I’ll deal with Dean,” Sam said.
“Nope,” Dean said and then everybody erupted with laughter. “Stop laughing. I said no.”
Summary: Y/n has been able to see Castiel’s wings since she met him but doesn’t think anything of it. Then one day she meets another angel and things change.
Pairing: Castiel x reader
You heard about all of the angels and the issues the boys were having with them, but you only ever met Castiel. When you first met him you were taken back by how beautiful and large his wings were though you didn’t mention them assuming it was rude to talk about. Instead every time you see Castiel you admire them from afar not speaking a word about them.
This hunt you are on now with the boys is turning out to look like an angel, Balthazar to be exact, and you were excited to finally get to see another angels wings. You sat cross legged on the table Sam was at preparing what he needed to summon him as Cas and Dean set up the angel’s trap watching the ways Castiel’s wings move as he works when you feel a tap on your leg.
“Hey, I said we’re ready,” Sam repeats himself.
Nodding you reply, “sorry I must have zoned out,” before you stand and head over to where the other two men are standing.
Once Sam does what he needs to a skinny man appears in the middle of the invisible circle and Dean rushes to light the holy fire. ‘There must be some mistake’ you thought to yourself as you eyed the supposed angel with no wings in sight. Standing quietly beside Dean while Cas questioned him you kept trying to figure out where the hell his wings were if he was just like Cas, who paced the floor in front of the fire with his wings sweeping the floor as he walked. Eventually you heard enough of the man’s snarky remarks he threw at Cas and stepped forward before you could stop yourself, “No offence but if you’re an angel where the hell are your wings?”
Imagine Sam waking up in the middle of the night horny, and he begs you to have sex. But you are too tired, and instead you tell him you’ll have sex in the morning. You then wake up to him sitting on top of you and saying, “Now?”
Warnings: the reader’s ex is a controlling/abusive ass, fight scenes, angst, swearing
Word count: 2511
Summary: The Reader is running from her crazy ex and happens to jump into a certain Impala to hide.
A/N: adapted from my other account:)
“Shit!”, you cursed loudly. He’d found you, no matter how far you ran, he always found you. Your ex, Zach, the man who you’d been hiding from for months now. The one who you’d feared for years, who had yelled and hurt you. You’d spent too long running from him, too long looking over your shoulder, nearly paralyzed with fear that he’d be there.
It was a dreary Tuesday night, around 8 PM. Rain dripped down from grey skies, darkened with storm clouds and wet stars. You’d just finished grocery shopping and were walking, bags in hand, back to your motel. It had been two weeks since you last saw him, your ex, and you believed you were in the clear. That you’d finally gotten away. But that false sense of security that had settled over you was ruined when, once again, you turned back and saw him. Wearing a sleazy grey hoodie, peppered with rips and burn holes, his presence chilled your bones. You started walking faster, the motel was close enough that you could make it. But when you heard him yell your name, panic took over. Adrenaline kicked in, and you dropped your groceries. Hearing them clatter to the ground, you took off in a sprint.
When you rounded the corner you saw an empty parking lot, save for a handful of cars. The closest one to you, what you thought was some sort of Chevrolet, already had one of the windows cracked open. It would be easy to shimmy your arms through the slit and open the door, it would only take a few seconds.
So, with that thought, you’d made your decision. You were panting at this point, feet slapping down on the wet pavement in a steady rhythm. When you approached the car, you found the doors were already open. So, without hesitation, you flung them open and practically leapt inside.
Once inside, you sat on the floor of the back seat. Pressing yourself to the ground, you tried to become as small as possible. Your breathing slowed from quick pants to longer sighs while you took a moment to find your bearings. The rain was coming down in buckets now, and you prayed he was far enough behind you that he didn’t see where you’d gone. Maybe he’d stop looking for you, but you knew that wouldn’t happen.
When the two of you were dating, you’d been his. “You’re mine” and “You’re my girl” were frequent phrases he’d use to praise you, to show affection. When you’d tried to leave the first time, you were met with a black eye- which you told your family was from falling down the stairs. The two of you never worked, not even in the beginning. Your personalities and life styles clashed from the get go, but for some reason you stayed- even when you knew you shouldn’t have.
“(Y/N)!!!!”, he bellowed your name through the parking lot and tore you from your thoughts. You shuddered at the sound of his voice, and pressed yourself tighter into the corner. The windows of the car were sprayed with water droplets from the rain outside, you hoped he couldn’t see through the cloudy glass.
Suddenly the front door opened- shit. At first the man entering the Impala didn’t notice you were there. But your cover was blown when he went to retrieve something from the back seat. With a small gasp, you made eye contact with the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. His skin was tanned and practically glowing, even in the dim light. You didn’t even know how to describe the color of his eyes. They were what looked like a dark green. Their color, it was something authors could write books on. Series on even. And never fully capture the beauty, the mystery and mischief dancing beneath the surface, intermingling and fusing with a dark, forest green. With a brief pause you decided his eyes were the color of kelp on the shore, flecked with splinters of driftwood and grains of sand. But when he dropped his gaze to look down at you, the color shifted. It changed from the shorelines of beaches and sea foam, to the oceans themselves. Dark blue and grey and stormy. His eyes shifted into the clouds before a lightning storm, or the smoke before a fire. You were at even more of a loss than before, these beautiful, ethereal, eyes were staring directly into your own. Your gaze trailed to his jaw, firm and powerful, it complemented his pink lips- which were currently pursed in confusion. How god damn attractive he was just made the situation so much worse.
Your cheeks flushed red and you started stuttering, “Um, I can explain, I just, um…” your voice trailed off and you took a deep breath, “I’m hiding from my ex okay? Can you just give me like five more minutes, I’m really really sorry, it’s just, uh, he can’t find me”
You were so flustered at this point, eyes darting around the car and hands breaking into a nervous sweat. But he just nodded with understanding and said, “Is your ex the blonde one yelling your name in the parking lot?”
His voice was deep and sounded as if it was coated in honey. Thick and low, the words bounced off his lips. You nodded your head in response to his question, shaking it furiously up and down.
“Okay, one sec”, he responded in that silvery voice of his.
Your heart skipped a beat as he called out to your ex, still screaming your name, “Hey!”
No, no, no, no you silently panicked, what was this man doing? You were overwhelmed, and had absolutely nowhere to run. You tried pressing yourself even further into the side of the car, to no avail. You were trapped, at the mercy of this stranger you’d only just met.
“Who are you looking for?”, the man asked your ex, Zach, as he ran up to the car.
And Zach launched into a story about how you were mentally ill and needed to be taken home, voice hoarse from the screaming. And you just had to sit there, listening to the rain’s pitter patter interrupting his ridiculous story, and hoping this beautiful stranger wouldn’t believe him. Shivering and shaking, half from the cold and half from fear, you sat there in anticipation. What if the man believed him? What if he opened the car doors and revealed where you were hiding? You shuddered at the thought.
But minutes passed and the man just stood there, nodding his head at various points throughout the story. The mental illness one was common, there was also one where you were an escaped convict or he was a tax collector and you were running away from debt. He never failed to bring a picture of you, everywhere he went it was always brought along. You knew he spent hours stopping people and asking them if they’d seen you around, it was what made you so paranoid. What caused you to constantly look over your shoulder and give aliases whenever asked your name. It was no secret that this man had turned your life into a strung out nightmare of paranoia and sleazy motels. You were always on the run, always on the move.
More minutes passed and then the car door was opened with a click, but the stranger was the only one you saw staring down at you.
“I got rid of him,” he said, voice low and almost annoyed sounding- you wondered why.
“Are you sure he isn’t hiding somewhere?”, you asked, peering out from behind the front seat to look at him directly.
“Yeah, don’t worry he’s gone”, he responded.
“I never got your name”, he spoke again, with a smile this time, leaning over the seats to help you pull yourself from the crouched position you were currently stuck in.
“I’m (Y/N), (Y/L/N)”, you answered, grunting a little as you stretched out your legs.
“(Y/N ) (Y/L/N), I’m Sam Winchester”, he said, again holding out his hand, which you shook awkwardly.
The both of you fell silent; him outstretched in the front seat, leaning over to look at you, and you sitting in the back, fidgeting and glancing around the Impala nervously.
You started to awkwardly shuffled out of the car, but he stopped you when saying, “Wait, um I forgot to tell you, that guy knew the motel you were staying at.”
The same panic from before crept up on you and you starting feeling as if you couldn’t breathe. If he knew where you were living it wouldn’t be long before he caught up to you.
“Wh-what?”, you choked out, running a hand nervously through your hair.
“Do you have anywhere else you can go?”, Sam asked with a sympathetic look.
You shook your head no, but responded with, “I’ll figure something out”
Again you turned to leave, but again he stopped you, this time putting a hand to your shoulder.
“You can stay with my brother and I, we’re in a motel just a few miles from here. We’re only in town for a couple more days, but if you need a place to crash for a few while you figure things out, our door’s open.”
Who was this man? Why was he being so kind to you, you were just a stranger after all. A stranger who had broken into his car and been called mentally ill within five minutes of meeting him. But you trusted him, for some reason. His face was kind, his voice inviting. So you nodded your head, thanked him, and climbed up to the front.
You saw him wince as your booted foot scraped the leather seat as you clambered to the passengers side.
“Oh, I’m sorry, are you one of those guys really in love with their car?”, you asked while hurriedly rubbing your hands over the scuff mark.
He let out a laugh and caught your hands, “No, no. My brother, Dean, it’s his car and he’s definitely one of those guys you just described. Don’t worry though, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”, he replied with a wink. You let out a laugh, something you hadn’t done in weeks. This man had you smiling and giggling as if you were some school girl, untouched by misfortune and hardship.
“Tell me about this Dean”, you responded, making conversation. And even though he was a complete stranger, you found yourself easily talking and opening up to Sam. With him you felt secure, safe even.
“Oh, he’s the less attractive Winchester”, Sam joked, gesturing to himself and rolling his eyes, “I mean that’s what everyone says”
Again you laughed out loud, throwing a hand to your mouth and feeling your lips tug into a smile.
Sam started the car with a turn of his key and a roar of the engine. The entire drive you found yourself watching him. The way he eased on the gas and turned on some god awful rock song while smiling apologetically. Shadows and stray strips of light crawled across his face in the low light of the night. The rain was still tapping on the window and the skylight above, probably not going to stop for a while. And even though cold, rainy nights were your least favorite, you found yourself never wanting this particular one to end.
Throughout the drive you and Sam made conversation, just small talk about your lives and jobs. You lied and told him that you were an accountant, and he lied and told you he was a federal agent. The conversation was easy, never a moment of silence or an awkward pause. You felt everything was easy around this Sam Winchester; talking, laughing, smiling, all of it.
Soon enough you pulled into the parking lot of probably the sleaziest motel you’d ever seen, and you’d seen your fair share. Walking into the room you found the floral wallpaper was peeling and the shag rug was ratty at best. You also saw who you assumed was Sam’s brother, Dean, sitting at the coffee table cleaning a gun. Your body went rigid at the sight of it, you’d never actually seen one in person before.
Sam let out a pointed cough and Dean’s eyes snapped up, meeting your own and then quickly tossing the firearm into his back pocket.
“Dean, this is (Y/N)”, Sam gave a small wave in your direction, you nodded in return. If Sam was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen, Dean was the second. His face was stouter than his brothers, but donned the same powerful jaw. His eyes were green. The kind of green that sparkled out of emeralds or freshly cut grass. The kind that brought life back to the plants after long, long months of winter. Paired with them were long ,thick lashes. His lips were a darker shade of red and fuller than his brother’s, you found yourself staring at them absentmindedly.
Those bright green eyes gave you a wink as he said, “Well well well, Sammy finally brought a girl home”
Your cheeks turned pink and you felt yourself inch closer to Sam, who was no doubt feeling the same embarrassment you were.
“Hilarious, but no.”, Sam said back to his brother with a roll of his eyes, and set into the story. He told Dean everything, your ex, the Impala, your motel. When he was finished, Dean’s eyes were narrowed and his lips pursed.
“Who the hell is this guy?”, he responded.
Sam let out a breathy laugh, “Yeah exactly, so (Y/N)’s just gonna crash here for a couple days.”
Looking around the motel room you found only two beds and just assumed you’d sleep on the ratty sofa you saw standing in front of the tv. But Sam started making an actual bed for you, adding more pillows and blankets than you could possibly need.
“Oh no, it’s fine I can sleep on the couch. Seriously I don’t want to take one of your beds”, you said quickly, instantly feeling bad for intruding.
“No way in hell you’re sleeping on the couch. Seriously it’s fine, you can have my bed. Trust me I’ve spent more nights without one than with”, Sam insisted, laughing and nodding.
You shook your head in return with a sly smile, and conceded. If he wanted you to sleep in a gigantic comfortable bed, who were you to decline?
Your smile faded with an abrupt knock at the door. You froze, eyes darting in Sam’s direction. He moved towards the main entrance and cautiously looked through the peephole, you saw the way his shoulders and jaw tensed and knew it was Zach.
“Go hide in the bathroom.”, Sam instructed, the look he gave told you who was at the door. You felt yourself break into a cold sweat and, with one last look at Sam and Dean, you retreated to the bathroom with your hands shaking.
Summary: Y/N has been playing the Winchester’s sister on the show since season 1, so Jensen and Jared feel like her actual brothers. Lately, Y/N has been acting weird, and the boys find out why the hard way.
Pairing: Jensen x cast!reader, Jared x cast!reader, platonic relationships!!
Warning: implies domestic abuse between the reader and her boyfriend. Also, the timing with the episode mentioned and the age of the boys’ kids don’t match, but for the sake of the story, just go along with it.
Another late night, another morning late for work. Your boyfriend flew in to visit you in Vancouver yesterday, and you guys stayed up all night, but unfortunately it wasn’t to catch up. Your heart was broken and your body was sore. You knew your relationship with Kent was toxic, but every time he hurts you, he apologizes and convinced you that he loves you and that you love him too, and he promises to never do it again. But then he does. It was an ongoing circle that you couldn’t leave, and you didn’t know if it was because you couldn’t or you wouldn’t.
When you get to set, you immediately take a seat in the makeup trailer where your makeup artist Marissa gets to work covering up the bags under your eyes.
“Late night?” She asked to make small talk.
“Yeah.” You nodded. But you didn’t say more than that. It was 6 in the morning and your brain was barely functioning.
After she covered up your flaws, you met the rest of the gang on set. Jared and Jensen were already dressed and ready to go, passing time by eating the donuts and drinking the coffee laid out on the buffet table for the cast and crew.
Today you were filming the episode about a siren, disguising itself as a stripper to trick men into committing murder for it.
When the director saw you he smiled and rounded up the rest of the crew, “Everybody get into position. We’re gonna start with the scene at the strip club.”
“Hey kiddo,” Jared patted you on the back and walked over to his mark.
However, Jensen barely passed a glance your way. It was like he blatantly ignored you. You tried not thinking too much of it, but it was hard not to considering Jensen always says hi to you in the morning.
“And…Action!” The director calls out.
The scene actually went by smoothly. It was too early for the boys to mess around with each other plus Misha wasn’t here yet so it wasn’t as fun to play tricks without him being the center of it. You couldn’t help but pay extra close attention to how Jensen was acting around you. He only looked at you when he had a line directed at you, and if he grinned, you could instantly tell that it was forced.
After about six hours, you finally got a break and pulled Jared to the side after Jensen walked off to his trailer without muttering a word to you.
“What’s his problem?” You asked Jared.
Jared sighed, and it was obvious he knew what was going on. “You should talk to him?”
“About what?” You asked, confused and somewhat annoyed that Jensen was ignoring you for a reason you didn’t even know about.
Again Jared sighed. You knew he didn’t like to take sides when anyone fought and most of all he didn’t like getting into battles that weren’t his. “Just…just talk to him and I’m sure everything will be fine.”
You sighed but respected Jared’s decision to stay neutral. “Fine. Whatever.”
Your character didn’t have another scene for a couple more hours so you spent your break catching up on some sleep in your trailer, figuring you would just talk to Jensen at the end of the day.
During the evening, you did your last couple scenes for the day, and by the time you knew it, the day was done and you would finish up the episode tomorrow. You were exhausted physically and emotionally and just wanted to go home to your bed, but unfortunately you were going home to Kent. In fact, he was here now picking you up.
You wanted to talk to Jensen about what was wrong, what you did, and how you could make it right. But Kent texted you that he had been waiting for 15 minutes…and Kent wasn’t patient.
You grab your belongings from set and walk out to where Kent was waiting in his white convertible. Kent was born on a stack of money. Hell he bathed in it! It’s probably how he got his cocky and bossy attitude.
“So that’s it? Your not gonna bother talking to me?” Surprisingly, Jensen followed you out.
You turned out, surprised that he followed you. Kent was only a couple feet away, so he could obviously see that you were coming, but something told you he wasn’t going to watch you talk your best friends for long. Even if it was important.
“J…” you sighed. You obviously cared about his feelings and wanted to do everything in your power to make it right, but in reality you were just drained…and numb.
Jensen looked over and spotted your boyfriend. Realization washed over him and he rolled his eyes. “Oh I’m sorry. Didn’t realize your boss was here.”
Jensen and Jared didn’t really approve of Kent when you first introduced him. But it was because his ego was too big and he had a ‘better than you’ attitude. They have no idea that he physically hurts you when he gets mad.
“Whatever I did I’m sorry,” you sighed.
“You don’t even know?” Jensen scoffed. At this point, Jared had walked over as if to act like a mediator for your conversation that sounded like it was going to get heated pretty fast.
“Look, whatever I did I’m sorry but I have to go.”
“I’m sure you do,” Jensen said, acid laced in his voice. “But don’t throw your worthless sorrys at me. Maybe you should talk to JJ in the near future.” Jensen said as your back was turned.
You froze in mid step, reality hitting you like a brick wall. A couple weeks ago was JJ’s birthday dinner, and you missed it. However, you didn’t forget, you had a valid reason for missing it. But that didn’t stop the overwhelming guilt eat at you.
Jensen and Jared’s kids looked up to like a biological aunt. They called you aunt Y/N, most of the time said you were their favorite, and would never leave you alone at their family parties. You loved those kids like they were your own. Thinking about JJ’s disappointment when you didn’t show up actually tore your heart into pieces.
“You know what, just forget it. Maybe it’s for the best that you didn’t come anyway.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, now feeling yourself get defensive.
“Look at yourself Y/N!” Jensen’s voice was raising as all his frustrations just poured out of him Iike an erupting volcano. All this pent up anger towards you was finally coming out in full blast mode. “It’s like I don’t even know who you are anymore. You ignore everyone when you’re here, and when we finally get to talk to you, you become this major bitch that doesn’t care about anyone but yourself!”
You mouth dropped open, and you were stunned frozen. Jensen never talked to you like that, never called you words unless they were playful banter. You didn’t even know how to respond. Was he right? Have you really changed that much?
Jared walked over and stood in the middle of you two, and placed his hand on Jensen’s shoulders.
“Maybe You should walk it off,” Jared suggested to Jensen who just shrugged him off angrily.
“No. No, all right? It’s about time she heard it. Look, Y/N, we’re trying to be your friends and stick by you, but your making it difficult for anyone to be around you!”
“You have no idea what’s going on -“
Cutting you off, Kent honked the horn impatiently, having no care in the world about your conversation with Jensen, and that made you snap.
“Hold on!” You shouted at him. Your heart plummeted to the pit of your stomach immediately and Kent lowered his sunglasses to stare at you quizzically. You knew you were going to pay for that one.
“Then tell me!” Jensen said loudly. “I know you better than the back of my hand, and it’s driving me crazy that I have no idea what’s going on. And every time I ask you about it, you ignore me and change the subject!”
“We just want to help,” Jared added, watching you sympathetically.
You paused to look between the two men you consider to be your actual brothers. Your brain was telling you to admit what was going on and beg them to save you from the man behind you, but your heart was telling you to walk away and get in that car.
Jensen shook his head angrily at your hesitation, “You know what? Fine. But don’t talk to me until you grow up.”
Refusing to make eye conact with Jared, you turned around and sped walked to the car. You nervously glanced at Kent before he veered off out of the parking lot. He looked pissed, and he was silent which was never good. Right there and then, you knew tonight was going to be a bad night.