the apple pie was worth it

Prince Charming

“We’ve seen something like this before, Dean. Only this time I think the book is enchanted.” Sam stood over Cas’ unconscious body. They’d found him like that, sprawled across the bed on his back. There was a fork dangling from his right hand and a splattered apple pie on the floor.

“So…Snow White?” Dean asked. He moved Cas around on the bed to make him more comfortable. He sat beside him, hand on his shoulder. The angel looked so peaceful like that, the slow rise and fall of his chest.

“You know how that ends, right? True love’s kiss?” Sam shrugged at him.

“Really, Sammy? Come on. We probably just need to torch the book and he’ll snap out of it.”

Sam leaned over Cas and pressed his lips to the sleeping angel’s. Nothing happened. Dean’s eyes were as wide as saucers. “What? Worth a try. I mean, I love him. Not love love but he’s family.”

Dean felt a twinge. Jealousy? Sam just planted one on Cas like it was no big deal. Right in front of him. He wanted to try. He needed to try. He huffed out the breath he’d been holding and bent over Cas. He cupped the side of his face and tenderly brushed his lips to Cas’.

A ripple of energy went through the room and dark, full lashes fluttered open to reveal impossibly blue eyes. Dean stayed frozen, unable to pull away.

“I’ll be damned…” Sam said. “Guys?”

Dean went for another kiss and this time a hand slipped behind his neck. Cas was kissing him back. When they broke apart Dean gasped for breath. “It worked.”

“What worked? What happened?” Cas asked. He still had a hand on Dean. Did he imagine what transpired between them?

“You ate a cursed pie and went to sleep. The curse was broken by true love’s kiss, Dean’s kiss.” Sam explained. “I’m gonna just go and look for the enchanted storybook. You guys probably wanna talk…so…yeah.” Sam walked out of the motel room.

Dean and Cas stared quietly at each other for awhile till Dean broke the silence. “Guess I’m your Prince Charming, huh?”

The Graduate

Sister Winchester - The Graduate

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Sister!reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!reader

Y/N = Your Name

Word Count: 2992

Summary: After attending boarding school for four years it’s finally graduation day where you are reunited with your brothers at last. However an argument erupts over what’s best for you: The Apple-pie life or the Family Business. Fluffish 

Warning: An argument? and a little abandonment on the side. 

A/N: I had to search up a Kansas boarding school for this hahaha so it’s legit as I could make it. Also I almost mentioned beach getaways before actually looking at Kansas on a map and seeing that it has no coast line so I changed it. Sorry to all American readers that I don’t know the geography of your country. Lots of love xx 

Originally posted by hunterchesters

You took down four years’ worth of photos off your dorm cork board which was fixed to the wall above your desk. There were photos from your first to last proms, parties, midnight adventures and weekend getaways with friends. Now your beloved room looked as bare as when you first walked in all those years ago. You remember feeling uneasy and slightly scared as it was the first time you were away from your family. Since they left you at the gates, you hadn’t seen them since.

Four years at Maur Hill Mount Academy in Kansas, had been bitter sweet. Sweet because you loved it there and you were quite successful at school with grades and friends. You were making your own way in the world and you were okay with that future. However, at the same time it was bitter because you felt there was a part of you that was missing, your family to be exact.

You pulled a dusty, old shoebox from the back of your cupboard and lifted the lid to place the photos in. You peered into the box and froze when you saw the small faded photos laying patiently at the bottom of the box. You thought you had lost them as you pulled the small photos from the box and sat on your bed as you marvelled at the ancient photos of your family. They were faded yellow, a little crumpled on the edges but they were your most prized possessions. The photos included your mother and father on their wedding day, Dean holding baby Sam in the maternity ward with a brimming smile with the same green eyes, Sam holding you as a baby in the maternity ward wearing overalls whilst you were wrapped in a light pink blanket with Dean close by, both the boys and you playing in the Impala with army men and Lego, and lastly one of all of you in front of the old house. All smiling, all happy. I wonder if any of you knew how few and precious those days would be.

How long had it been since you had seen any of them? Four years you guessed. One time you swore you saw the old car driving down the main street. Your heart almost burst in hope, joy and surprise but before you could stop the car, it was already gone. There was also the time you heard about a commotion coming from the old house but it was the middle of the week and there was no way you could go down to check it out.

So many times, you felt your family slipping from your grasp. You missed them dearly, especially the boys. You missed how they use to let you play with them and how you would sit with them for hours watching movies whilst Dad was on a hunt. How they could always make you smile and how they use to protect you from other kids on the playground or at the local school. You missed your big brothers more than anything and your heart ached every time you thought of them.

Your father on the other hand was disconnected from you. There always seemed to be a barrier between you two. He was irritable and impatient with you unlike your brothers who would comfort you after Dad would lash out. You reminded John too much of your mother and you could see the pain in his eyes when he looked at you. One day he came into the room with your bag already packed with all your stuff and said you were going to a local boarding school. The boys pled with him not to leave you behind, but he said it was for the best, “This life isn’t for her” you remember him say, as they were etched into your long-term memory. He dropped you at the front gate and you watched as the Impala drove out towards the highway.

However, you knew that your old life was always for you. ‘You could take the girl out of hunting but not the hunter out of the girl’ as uncle Bobby use to say. Even though you had to hide the truth about the supernatural world from your peers, you still managed to hunt successfully even, at a young age. You started with simple jobs in the beginning: Salt and burns usually. Then as you got a bit older you could take down vamps, werewolves and exorcized the odd demon. You had a collection of simple weapons which you were proud of, kept hidden in your room but you always missed working with the security of your family but you never got too hurt on your solo hunts.

Other than hunting you worked at your father’s old mechanic every weekend and visited your mother’s grave every fortnight. One day you went to go visit your mother’s grave and found flowers you hadn’t put down yourself with a tag saying “We love you mum with all our hearts and miss you every day. Glad to know Dad is now by your side” in Dean’s scribbled handwriting. You stayed late that night as you mourned your father and cried over the idea that your brothers were in town and you had missed them. They knew where you were and they could have visited you at any time, but they didn’t, they never did.  

“Y/N are you coming or what?” Your best friend had popped her head around the door already decked out in uniform for the graduation assembly. “Yeah sorry I’m coming now. Just packing the last of my stuff” you smiled. You walked with your best friend until you came to the gymnasium and took your seat with the other seniors. They were all waving at family and friends and you urged yourself to not gain hope that maybe somehow your brothers heard about your graduation. Don’t think about them, Don’t think about them, Don’t think about them, you told yourself as you gazed at your fiddling hands resting in your lap.

If you had the courage you could have rung and told them to come, but every time you picked up the phone you would talk yourself out of it. One time you got as far as picked up the phone and rang it, but as soon as you heard Dean’s voice you froze and disconnected the call. In the long run, you just thought that they were better without you. They probably would have forgotten about you now whilst they were busy saving other people from monsters that go bump in the night.  

Your headmaster called everyone’s attention and the graduation began. You waited as your whole cohort was called on to the stage and received a certificate until, at last you were called, “Y/N Winchester”. You got up and smiled to your friends before walking towards the stage. There was the normal amount of clapping, however there were some people cheering your name and whistling much louder over the rest of the applause. It must be just your friends or your mates from the mechanics, you thought. However, you couldn’t pinpoint the distantly familiar voices. You got onto the stage and the cheering continued, you shook hands with the headmaster, “You have quite the fans over there” she commented whilst handing your certificate over. You followed her gaze to the back of the gymnasium where the loud cheering was coming from. Your jaw dropped and smiled as you recognised the two tall men now waving madly and cheering, “That’s our sister! That’s our sister!”. They were so much older and taller then you remembered. Sam’s hair was longer and he had now outgrown Dean. Dean seemed to not have aged that mush since last time you saw him, still with the same haircut and wore your father’s old leather jacket. You walked off the stage and away from your sitting cohort as the headmaster came to conclude the procession of the graduation.

You ran to your brothers with tears flowing from your eyes from happiness with a large smile on your face absolutely giddy in surprise in seeing them, you thought you were dreaming. Sam and Dean were so proud of you, their little sister all grown up and graduated from high school – they couldn’t believe their eyes. They remembered you as the tiny and shy little sister that you were, and now you stood before them more beautiful than ever and happier than they could ever imagine. Dean caught you first as you ran into his arms and held you tightly, he still possessed the same scent that you recognised as home and made you feel instantly at ease. You released from Dean’s hug and latched onto Sam’s own enveloping hug, wrapping your arms around his neck as he stumbled back. “Well done bug” Sam beamed, your heart melted when Sam’s smooth voice reached your ears calling you your old pet name. It was as if nothing had changed they were still exactly as you remembered them. Yes, they were older with much deeper voices, but Sam was still as gentle and loving whilst Dean was still protective and comical. You stepped back from Sam’s hug whilst Dean handed you a bunch of flowers. “H-How did you know?” You asked flabbergasted whilst you took the flowers, was this really happening!. “C’mon like we would miss our little sister’s graduation” Dean assured giving you another bright smile and elbowing you in the side. “I can’t believe this! I missed you so much. Thank you for coming” you sincerely thanked, “I almost didn’t recognise you guys, my own brothers!” you rolled your eyes in disappointment in yourself. “I know it’s been too long and we’re so sorry” Sam apologised. “We should have visited” Dean admitted guiltily. “Well why didn’t you?” you asked as it was the one word that played in your mind for the past four years. Sam and Dean exchanged a glance before Dean revealed the brother’s reasoning, “it was just…we didn’t want to pull you away from this life. I mean first Dad didn’t allow us to come when we were with him and that was harder than anything, we missed you more than anything. It wasn’t the same without you around Y/N, we missed our annoying little sis bugging us 24/7. But one time we were here on a job and we drove past on the main street and we saw you with friends. You were so happy and safe and we knew, you were better away from the family business to have a normal life that you deserved even if that meant we couldn’t see you anymore. It’s what Mum and Dad would have wanted for you,” Dean reasoned, “and look at you now, you have your whole amazing future in front of you. You can go to college, get married even get us a couple nieces and nephews. It will be happy and safe and that’s all we want for you” Dean explained but there was some pain behind his voice.

You looked up at your two brothers in concern when you saw their sad eyes even as they tried to plaster on a smile on for you. Even after being away from your brothers for so long, you could still read them like a book, “Wait are you guys leaving again?” you asked with fear bubbling under the surface. Sam pressed his lips into a hard line where as Dean rocked his head to one side as he thought about how to carefully select his words, but you stopped them before they could get another word in, “No, you can’t leave, I have barely seen you guys yet. Don’t I have a say in any of this? It is my life after all” Dean rubbed his forehead and stressed, “Y/N it’s for the best-”. Dean had to be kidding you thought, “For the best? Dean how would you know what’s best for me-” You snapped, “Because I am your big brother, that’s why and I have lived this life and I know I don’t want you in it” Dean’s voice had begun to raise and he started to remind you of your father. You shook your head they were still as stubborn as they were when they were teenagers, “We haven’t seen each other for four years Dean, so don’t stand there thinking you know what is best and safest for me. The only thing that kept me sane these past years were you guys and now you want to drive off again and save some damsels in distress. You could have called or dropped in. You should have when Dad died, like what the hell guys I found out through a bunch of flowers you left at Mum’s grave! How hard would it have been to just come and see me?” You voiced had edge in it. You were so furious as you tried to keep the tears from falling but they were brimming at your eyelashes. “Yeah no go run away again, I’ll just stay here and pretend everything’s fine and wait for a bunch of flowers to tell me you guys are with Mum and Dad” you croaked as now you had tears starting to fall as you turned and walked away from them. You couldn’t believe them, but you should have seen it coming.

You walked down the hall and pass other smiling families as you tried to shield your tears from their glare with a hovering hand. “Y/N…Y/N wait.” Sam called out as he jogged between the crowd up to you and reached out to grip your arm so you would finally stop. You were pulled back by Sam’s grasp and tried to hold back the tears which made Sam and Dean’s heart break, this was supposed to be a happy day. You looked at Sam through glassy eyes and he sighed at your sadness, “Y/N we are so, so sorry. We should have come and told you in person when Dad died-”, “So why didn’t you?” you argued “Because if we could prevent you from being a hunter then we would. Because we didn’t want you to miss out and end up like Mum and Dad- or us for that matter…So, we thought if we told you that you might want to come back to hunting, even seek revenge for Dad’s death. So, we left the flowers as way that you would hear about Dad but couldn’t persuade us to come with. We weren’t proud of it but we thought it was for the best…Y/N, You’re right, we don’t know you as well as we wish we did or use to, but we are still your older brothers and only want the absolute best for you and that’s here, in this world. Away from hunting and the pain that comes with it.” Sam explained with sad eyes. You understood what Sam was saying but you still couldn’t let them slip from your grasp again. “I c-can’t have you leave again. I’ll go mad. I have waited for you to come back for so long and I just can’t live this life knowing you are out there keeping us all safe after you leave. I don’t want the apple-pie life I want the crazy and I want the hunts and not just the easy solo ones I have been doing in the past. I want to be back like we use to, motel rooms and fast food and all. I want my brother’s back…Please just let me tag along for a while and then see what happens from there…just please don’t leave me again” you begged as you fell into Sam’s hug and wept in his chest. Sam laid one large hand on your head and rocked you back and forth to calm you down. Dean looked at your sadness and felt guilty knowing it was him and Sam who had placed you in this state. It had been hard for them as well to leave you there in the boarding school. Dean had nightmares of the yellow-eyed demon coming and taking you away and that they never saw you again. You were too far away from him at the academy and in honesty, Dean wanted you back by his side where he could keep a closer eye on you. He loved you more than anything else in the world and would do anything to make you happy which pained him even more seeing you so distressed, “Alright” Dean gave in. You peaked out from Sam’s hug and looked towards Dean, “You can come with us if you want. At least then we can keep a closer eye on you. I have missed you too much to let you slip through my grasp again Y/N” Dean admitted with a smile at the end as lightly shook his head. This was better than all the Christmas’s and thanksgivings and any other holiday wrapped into one. You couldn’t believe it that you could finally go home to your brothers. “Thank you, thank you, thank you” you exclaimed as you jumped up and gave both brothers large hugs and a kisses on the cheek.

You practically flew to your dorm as you collected your belongings and loaded them in the back off the familiar Impala. You sat in the back of Baby and waved the apple-pie life away as you drove back to the family business with your beloved brothers at last.

Autumn Asks
  • Autumn: What's your favorite thing about Autumn?
  • Apples: What's your favorite type of apple?
  • Apple Cider: What's your favorite seasonal drink?
  • Bonfires: Do you prefer going out or staying in on a fall evening?
  • Boots: Favorite pair of shoes/boots you own?
  • Candles: What's your favorite fall scent?
  • Caramel Apples: Favorite Halloween candy?
  • Fairs: Have you ever been to a state fair? How was it?
  • Flannel: How many blankets do you sleep with in the fall/winter?
  • Fuzzy Socks: How do you spend a night in in the fall?
  • Halloween: Do you plan on going out for Halloween this year? And as what?
  • Hot Chocolate: How do you make/order your hot chocolate?
  • Leaves: What's your favorite color the leaves turn?
  • Mini pumpkins: How do you decorate for fall/Halloween?
  • Pumpkin: Do you carve a pumpkin for Halloween?
  • Pumpkin Spice: Is pumpkin spice worth the hype?
  • Pumpkin Pie: What's your favorite autumnal dessert?
  • Rain: How do you spend a rainy day in?
  • Sweaters: What's your favorite sweater?
  • Scarves: What's your favorite album to listen to in the fall?

2 seasons late but finally got my hands on some pumpkin pie spice!!! So i made carrot cake + apple pie oats with it🙃 topped with raisins, chia, pecans, maca, and the BEST NUT BUTTER EVER FROM @jemraworganics
Srsly their nut butters are just happiness in a jar. SO WORTH THE SPLURGE🙊

Emma Swan x Reader #2

Prompt: “I hope your apple pie is fucking worth it!”

Originally posted by longfelo22

“I hope your apple pie is fucking worth it!” You hissed into the dark.

A warm hand caught your wrist before your path was illuminated by a conjoured fire. “Of course it’s worth it. Now shut up before Regina hears your big mouth!”

You huffed but allowed Emma to lead you toward the back deck of Regina’s mansion, the bright light of Emma’s fireball casting a lambency across Regina’s perfectly maintained back yard.

“If something happens… if Gina finds us and fireballs us to death I just want you to know that I hate you and I will come back from the Underworld to strangle you. And if somehow we do survive this… well… I still hate you,” you whispered pulling the blanket tighter against your body.

“You done yet?” She raised a brow at you and a smirk graced her lips as you intertwined your fingers with hers, instinctively pressing yourself closer to her when an ear-splitting howl pierced the air in the distance.

She gave your hand a comforting squeeze, “Relax, babe. We’ll be fine. I’ll protect you.” She pressed a kiss to the corner of your lips and shot you another comforting smile.

As she crouched down to fumble with the lock and the tumbler you stood there recollecting how you had even gotten into this position in first place.

“Y/nnnn,” a slender finger jabbed your waist making you squirm.

You groaned and hid yourself deeper into the warmth of Emma’s neck.


Another jab. You growled and swat away her hand. “Shut up. I’m tired. Now cuddle me.”

“I don’t wannaaaa,” the blond beneath you whined. “It’s three in the morning and I’m bored and you’re the only one awake-”

“No I’m not,” you slurred.

“You are now. Ooh! Let’s break into Gina’s house! I heard she made apple pie and according to my parents she has 2 left over, which I know for a fact she leaves in the oven.”

Your head shot up, shock overpowering the sleepy haze you were in, bumping Emma’s chin on the process.

Ow!” She yelped.

“Sorry.” You placed a kiss on it and continued. “Your parents were at Regina’s house?” You were aware that the Charmings and Regina were on friendly terms of course, but now they had dinners together?! Talk about character development, you mused.

“Hey now, that’d be changing the subject. I’ll tell you the story to that tomorrow. But, will you come with me? Pleaseeee? I’m really hungry.”

“I can cook something here Emma-” you began, then sighed in frustration. “Don’t give me that puppy dog face. How am I supposed to say no to that?”

And so now here you were. Shivering in the cold. In the middle of November. In Maine. At 3:47 a.m. In only the fluffy blanket you were able to pick off the couch before Emma threw you into the even colder bug. And completely regretting your decision. I’m never falling for that fool’s stupidly adorable puppy dog face. Ever. Again.

“Got it!” Emma whooped. She mock bowed, “Ladies first.”

You rolled you eyes but sighed in pleasure as the warmth of the den warmed you to your bones. The light coming from the fireplace illuminated the route towards the kitchen.

“Babe,” Emma whispered. You turned to look at her, cocking an eyebrow at her in question.

“Shoes.” She pointed at your shoes, muddy from the trek through the dirt road.

Nodding in understanding, you slipped off your shoes and quietly placed them beside the couch. You draped your cold blanket over the arm and waited for Emma to finish shrugging off her jacket as well.

Together the both of you crept as quietly as possible toward the kitchen.

Despite it having has been hours since Regina had cooked the pie your senses were assaulted by the strong aroma of baked apples as soon as you entered the room. You flicked on the lights and shielded your face until your eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness.

Mmmh.” Emma didn’t wait for her eyes to adjust, either that or the sudden luminosity of the chandelier above the island didn’t faze her at all. Emma grabbed a pair of oven mitts from the handle of the oven door and began to take out one of the two pies.

“Still warm,” she whispered excitedly. Grinning, she licked her lips, her eyes glazing a bit. You were sure she was about to start drooling. You rolled your eyes.

Going over to a drawer you pulled out a knife and two forks and placed them onto the island. Regina always keeps her plates on the far left corner, you recalled.

Sitting on the stool both Emma and you began to slice your desired portions and placed them onto your respective plates.

As you were about to take the first bite you heard something that made all the molecules in your body freeze in terror.

“What the hell are you doing in my kitchen?”

“Fuck!” Emma cursed.

Regina was leaning against the column of the opposite entrance to the kitchen, a robe wrapped around her body and fluffy slippers on her feet, her eyes blazing and the signature eyebrow raise that made you want to crawl into a hole and die in place.

“It was Emma’s fault!” You blurted jabbing a finger at your now flustered girlfriend.

“… hi?” She waved akwardly at Regina.

Regina stalked toward you and you hopped off the stool and hid behind Emma.

She glared at you as she raked her eyes over the island counter, taking in the plates, the sliced pie, and the cutlery.

“I can explain…” Emma spoke, holding her hands up in surrender.

“Please do,” Regina growled. “And make it fast. I don’t fancy being awoked up at 4 a.m. to you stuffing your faces with my apple pie. I need my beauty sleep. ”

“Thank you so much, Gina! Thankyouthankyouthankyou! Your the bestest friend ever!” You repeated pressing kisses all over Regina’s face and hugging her tightly in gratitude.

“Okay. Alright. Your welcome. Just shut up before you wake Henry up.” She muttered, prying you off gently from her body.

You lowered yourself onto her couch, Emma’s arms immediately enveloping you and fingers intertwining with yours, her chin resting on the top of your head.

“Thanks for letting us stay-”

“Shut up Ms.Swan.”

You shared a sly grin with Regina before she leaned and pressed a kiss to your forehead, tucking the fluffy blanket she’d lent you tighter around you.

“What about me?” Emma asked, eyes wide as she waited expectantly for her goodnight’s kiss as well.

“You don’t get any. From me or from [Y/n].” She responded, making her way towards the staircase, with of course, her signature ‘queen’ hair flip.

“Babe? Was she… serious?” Emma asked timidly, hiding her face into your hair.

“Yes. You are so getting it in the morning…,” you answered. She gulped audibly.

“Y/n…I love you…,” she mumbled before drfiting off, cutting off the rest of her sentence.

You smiled softly as her warm breath fanned your face and brought your intertwined hands up to your face. Despite saying that she wouldn’t be getting a goodnight miss from you, you pressed a kiss to her knuckles.

Today was kinda fun… like an adventure, you reflected. And as long as I’m with Emma I’ll follow her anywhere.

“I love you too, Em,” you said before you too closed your eyes, joining Emma and the rest of the household members in dreamland.

A/n: Dedicated to those like 10 ladies who keep perstering me about Emma oneshots😂💖 More are coming soon!

random sentence starters part one.

i went through all the youtube videos i liked, tv shows, i tunes library, eVERYTHING for this bullshit. some of these are suggestive, not really though. 

“I’m meaner than my demons.”
“I’m bigger than my body.”
“Please stop you’re scaring me.”
“Goddamn right you should be scared of me?”
“Who is in control?”
“There’s so many things I like about you.”
“You think you’re funny?”
“I think I’m adorable.”
“I hope your apple pie is freakin’ worth it!”
“Where’s the pie?”
“Close enough, right?”
“That was scary.”
“Son of a bitch!”
“You’re pretty buff for a nerd.”
“You’re such a control freak.”
“What kind of psycho are you?”
“He’s the only one who gets to call me that.”
“God, you’re hot.”
“Now go away.”
“Game on.”
“Baby girl.”
“Baby girl, don’t get caught on my edges.”
“I’m the king of everything.”
“My tongue is a weapon.”
“You should fuck me tonight.”
“Do you feel like a young god?”
“The two of us are just young gods.”
“I don’t mind.”
“I know that he/she/you’re capable of anything.”
“She’ll/he’ll/you’ll never walk away.”
“I don’t think you understand.”
“She/he was forced to be a woman/man.”
“It’s riveting.”
“I can’t understand.”
“That name does sound familiar.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have one of those do you?”
“Why, where are we going?”
“I’m not gonna fight you.”
“You’re my friend.”
“I thought you were smaller.”
“I joined the army.”
“I will not be silent.”
“Hope remains.”
“Just go, get out of here!”
“No, not without you.”
“You’re my mission.”
“Then finish it.”
“I’m with you ‘til the end of the line.”

Supernatural {Sentence Starters}
  • "I tricked you into saying yes. It seemed like the only way."
  • "I got to tell you some stuff, fast. It's gonna piss you off."
  • "We’re gonna fight this. I got the plan, you just need to hang on."
  • "Since when have you ever complained about being around food?"
  • "We know a little about a lot of things; just enough to make us dangerous."
  • "Maybe you should try Plan 'D for dumbass'."
  • "I hope your apple pie is freakin' worth it!"
  • "People in your general vicinity don't have much in the way of a life-span."
  • "Look. I mean, there's got to be an explanation for this!"
  • "You say it and I will kill you,your children and your grandchildren!"
  • "Yeah, I might have lied. But I never once betrayed you!"
  • "If you don't think that I would die for you, I don't know what to tell you."
  • "Again. You thought I couldn't handle something, so you took over!"
  • "You're not gonna poke her with a stick!"
  • "You look like hell, and I should know."
  • "Are we going to fight or make out? 'Cause I'm getting some real mixed signals here."
  • "I know it's hard to believe, but I haven't always been this cute and cuddly."
  • "Oh my god! These guys are psychopaths!"
  • "I'm not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot."
  • "You don't understand. I. NEED. PIE!"
  • "I hate these indie films. Nothing ever happens."
  • "I may not think things all the way through. Okay? But what I do, I do because it's the right thing."
  • "I'm confused. Why aren't you dead?"
  • "Don't you dare think that there is anything, past or present, that I would put in front of you!"
  • "Do we need a cat? Doesn't this place feel one species short?"
  • "What do you want me to say? That I've made mistakes? I've made mistakes."
  • "If you don't help us, I will hunt you down and kill you."
  • "I'm just trying to make you feel better. Don't be a bitch."
  • "You ever do anything else with your free time? Like take a ______ out for a drink?"
  • "Oh, dude, that’s totally age inappropriate.
Signs As Supernatural Quotes
  • Aries: "If you fudging touch me again, I'll fudging kill ya"
  • Taurus: "I hope your apple pie is freaking worth it!"
  • Gemini: "I think I'm adorable"
  • Cancer: "I've got a yorkie upstairs and he pees when he's nervous"
  • Leo: "Helllooo Trickster"
  • Virgo: "Sammy, I get all tingly when you take control like that"
  • Libra: "No drinking, no gambling, no pre-marital sex Dean they basically outlawed 90% of your personality"
  • Scorpio: "I'm sending Death a damn fruit basket"
  • Sagittarius: "Sam Winchester wears makeup, Sam Winchester cries his way through sex, Sam Winchester keeps a ruler by the bed and every morning when he wakes up...Ok, enough!"
  • Capricorn: "There's no such thing as unicorns"
  • Aquarius: "My name is Dean Winchester, I'm an Aquarius, I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach, and frisky women. And i did not kill anyone"
  • Pisces: "Yesterday was Tuesday, but today is Tuesday too"
Signs as Supernatural Quotes

Aries- “We know a little about a lot of things; just enough to make us dangerous.”
Taurus- “I hope your apple pie is freaking worth it!”
Gemini- “I like him, he says okie dokie.”
Cancer- “On Thursdays, were teddy bear doctors.”
Leo- “Oh yeah, life as an angel condom. That’s real fun. I think I’ll pass.”
Virgo- “Details are everything. You don’t want to go fighting ghosts without any health insurance.”
Libra- “You know, maybe the spirits are trying to shut down the movie because they think it sucks.. Because, I mean, it kinda does.”
Scorpio- “I’m not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren’t even hot.”
Sagittarius- “The fabric softener teddy bear? Oh, im gonna hunt that bitch down.”
Capricorn- “You fudging touch me again, I’ll fudging kill ya!”
Aquarius- “My name is Dean Winchester. I’m an Aquarius, I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach and frisky women. And I did not kill anyone.”
Pisces- “Hey, see if they’ve got any pie. Bring me some pie. I love me some pie.”

Expectation vs. Reality

SPN fandom expectation:

  • Idjit! A silver bullet won’t kill a vampire!
  • Assbutt!
  • Jerk, bitch.
  • I hope your apple pie is freakin’ worth it!
  • PUDDING!!!

SPN fandom reality:

  • Lucifer’s just misunderstood.
  • The scribe of God is an asshole
  • Demons I get, people are crazy
  • Ut inimicos sanctae Ecclesiae humiliare digneris, te rogamus, ADIOS BITCH!
  • *casually draws anti-demon possession symbols, angel banishing sigils, and croatoan on EVERYTHING*


“We know a little about a lot of things; just enough to make us dangerous.”
“I’m not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren’t even hot.”
“What do you wanna do, poke her with a stick? Dude! You’re not gonna poke her with a stick!”
“Wait, there’s no such thing as unicorns?”
“They were just doing their job.”
“No, they were doing our job, only they don’t know it so they suck at it.”
“It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.”
“Dude, stow the touchy-feely, self-help yoga crap.”
“I hope your apple pie is freakin’ worth it!”
“I’m not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren’t even hot.”
“I miss conversations that didn’t start with ‘this killer truck.’”
“People believe in Santa Claus. How come I’m not getting hooked up every Christmas?”
“What kind of a house doesn’t have salt? Low sodium freaks!”
“MySpace, what the hell is that? Seriously, is that like, some sort of porn site?”
“Of course, the most troubling question is why do these people assume we’re gay?”
“___, this is a very serious investigation. We don’t have any time for any of your blah blah blah blah.”
“I lost my shoe.”
“I’m Batman!”
“Snow White? I saw that movie. The porn version anyway. There was this wicked Stepmother. Woo, she was wicked.”
“You know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex.”
“You fudgin’ touch me again, I’ll fudgin’ kill ya!”
“These tacos taste funny to you?”
“I shot the sheriff.”
“On Thursdays, we’re teddy bear doctors.”
“The whistle makes me their god.”
“Last time you zapped me someplace, I didn’t poop for a week.”
“Check it out. Four score and seven years ago … I had a funny hat.”
“Calm down?? I am wearing sunglasses at night! You know who does that? No-talent douchebags!”
“I found a liquor store. And I drank it.”

Autumn: What’s your favorite thing about Autumn?

Apples: What’s your favorite type of apple?

Apple Cider: What’s your favorite seasonal drink?

Bonfires: Do you prefer going out or staying in on a fall evening?

Boots: Favorite pair of shoes/boots you own?

Candles: What’s your favorite fall scent?

Caramel Apples: Favorite Halloween candy?

Fairs: Have you ever been to a state fair? How was it?

Flannel: How many blankets do you sleep with in the fall/winter?

Fuzzy Socks: How do you spend a night in in the fall?

Halloween: Do you plan on going out for Halloween this year? And as what?

Hot Chocolate: How do you make/order your hot chocolate?

Leaves: What’s your favorite color the leaves turn?Mini pumpkins: How do you decorate for fall/Halloween?

Pumpkin: Do you carve a pumpkin for Halloween?

Pumpkin Spice: Is pumpkin spice worth the hype?

Pumpkin Pie: What’s your favorite autumnal dessert?

Rain: How do you spend a rainy day in?

Sweaters: What’s your favorite sweater?

Scarves: What’s your favorite album to listen to in the fall?

the signs as supernatural quotes
  • Aries: "Hope your apple pie was frikin worth it!"
  • Taurus: "I died for a year, came back, and you're still not funny."
  • Gemini: "Check it out. Four score and seven years ago... I had a funny hat."
  • Cancer: "No doubt, endings are hard. But then again, nothing every really ends, does it?"
  • Leo: "I lost my shoe."
  • Virgo: "That's fake me. This must be fake mine!"
  • Libra: "My people skills are 'rusty'."
  • Scorpio: "If the pizza man truly loves the babysitter, then why is he slapping her rear?"
  • Sagittarius: "You're my brother and I love you, but you're a great big bag of dicks."
  • Capricorn: "Dude you fugly."
  • Aquarius: "Do I look like a ditch able prom date to you?"
  • Pices: "I found a liquor store and I drank it."
Hope Your Apple Pie is Freakin’ Worth It

Author: zepppie

Prompt: going apple picking

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: fluff

Halloween Drabbles Masterlist

Originally posted by halestiles

You’re being completely irrational. You realize that now. But Dean picked a bad day to tease you about your apple pie. That recipe spans generations. You’re pretty sure it saved an ancestor’s life back in the day. It’s one of those precious family heirlooms, you know?

So when Dean jokes that it won’t even sell at gas stations, you grab your bag and drive off into the night. He’s obviously poking fun at you in that way he always does. And it’s not like he was being a total jerk. You did forget where you hid the recipe and couldn’t be bothered searching for it in your room, so you made it by memory (except you missed some key ingredients) then left it in the oven just a tad too long so it came out with its crusts burnt.

This pie should have been your pick-me-up. A little reminder of home. But it just reminded you of how much of a failure you’ve been feeling lately.

Dean’s car is right behind yours. Your phone is ringing loudly in your jacket pocket, no doubt Dean calling. He honks once, and you respond by raising your middle finger at him.

He stops calling after that and resorts to following you wherever you planned to go. When the GPS on your phone announces that you’ve reached your destination, you’d been driving for three hours. That “I’m being irrational” thought? That had come and gone long before then, but you’d gone too far to turn around.

Dean’s asking you to head back, but you ignore him and the No Trespassing sign and scale the fence. You’re a couple steps in when you hear a thud and Dean’s footfalls behind you.

The orchard is huge, but you simply make your way to the closest tree and start from there. Even in the dark, you can already tell these apples are perfect. Let’s see Dean try and make fun of your pie this time.

“So you drove three-and-a-half hours to prove a point?” Dean asks, picking a tree from a higher branch and slipping it in your bag.

“My pies are awesome, okay? I was just having a bad day, so it didn’t turn out good.”

“They are awesome,” he agrees. “I ate the one you made on the drive here.”

“You–you what? You ate it?”

“Yeah,” he nods. “Burnt crust and all.”


“It gives me a good reason to do this.”

He moves towards you, his body pressing against yours until you feel the rough bark on your back. You’re pinned between him and the tree. Nowhere to go.

Then he leans down and kisses you, and the only thought in your mind is he did eat my pie. You can taste it on his lips and on his tongue, a hint of bitterness mixed with the sweet.

He smiles at you afterward. “Thank you for the pie. It was delicious.”

“No it wasn’t,” you laugh. “You’ve suffered enough, Winchester. All is forgiven.”

He nuzzles close, his solid arms wrapping even tighter around you. “It was freaking worth it.”

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Contest entry by hope-ur-apple-pie-is-worth-it

“Gambit,” You say, once the phone is picked up on the other end.

“Y/N!” Gambit’s voice crackles over the phone. Then his tone turns concerned. “What’s wrong, ma chere?

“Pick me up, please?” You say quietly. Your voice shook a little.

There’s a concerned cluck, and he hangs up. He shows up a few minutes later. You realize you hadn’t given him an address, but he showed up anyway. He takes in your disheveled state, and helps you into the shotgun seat before going back around to the driver’s seat. He then reaches over and buckles your seatbelt.

“I’m not a kid anymore, Gambit,” You say.

“I’m a mutant, I still buckle up,” He says. “And I don’t want you to get hurt anymore, cherie. ”

After a few minutes, he turns into a drive through Starbucks, and as you’re waiting for you order, you ask. “Is it really that obvious?”

“You call me to pick you up at some strange place in the morning and you look like you’re going to cry any second,” He keeps his voice a peaceful lull. “I take last night wasn’t too good?” He parks in the parking lot, and hands you the croissant.

“It’s cold,” You notice, and for that ridiculous reason you start to cry.

Gambit wraps an arm around you and awkwardly hugs you from his seat, but it was the best feeling in the world for you right now. He even smells like home. After awhile, when you sniffle and stop, he asks, “Do you want to talk about it?”

You sigh. “There was this guy. And everyone else was getting some action, and I guess I was still hung up over, you know. I pretty much let them talk me into a drink with him. He seemed nice and funny, but then we went back to his place, and he started taking off his clothes and I wasn’t expecting that. I didn’t want to look like an idiot, so I did it and now I feel really bad because he was a douche bag and I said yes. And-” You heave a little sigh and sob. “But whatever, it happened.”

Gambit kisses the top of your head. “Everyone has those moments, cherie, but if you want me to…” The coffee cup in his hands began to glow purple, and he laughs softly, but it settles once you shake your head. “But you’re not that kind of person.”

You sigh. “Thanks, Gambit, for picking me up and buying me coffee. And being so nice.” You give him a squeeze and let go.

“You know, I don’t think we have to go back that soon,” Gambit says. “Let’s do something fun. Go out or something.”

For some reason, Gambit’s idea of fun meant going to the zoo and watching that video of penguins for kids again and again four times. He also treated you to a huge lunch, which you didn’t finish, and then going home to marathon Netflix.

“Do you want to watch anything in particular?” Gambit asks.

“There’s this great series you have to watch,” You say lazily, curled up on the couch under a pile of throw blankets and cushions.

“Then let’s watch it,” Gambit says, draping a comforting arm over your shoulder, and you press closer, his breath tickling the top of your head.

Home sweet home, you think.

Nothing Is Haunted

by Sandy Longhorn

in quite the way small Midwestern farms
are haunted. Girls, whip-thin in cotton
nightclothes, lie awake through summer’s

liquid heat and listen to the rattling window screens,
the drumming warp of pie tins meant to drive
blackbirds from the strawberry beds. Lines

of sweat bead along their skin as the stalks bend
under the weight of whatever animal skirts the edge
of the field planted right up to the shed,

not a penny’s worth of good dirt wasted by the men
who sleep the sleep of the damned or the nearly dead.
The handful of cattle corralled in the pen shuffle

and huff, gnawing on rotten apples, eating
until they bloat and moan. The girls throw off
their bleached sheets and untangle their legs.

Their muscles urge them to bolt, yet they huddle
and guard themselves with the flick of the lamp’s
loosening switch, quivering in one weak circle of light.


For Bronycon 2016

A friend of mine hit me up last month asking if I could make something she can give to the voice actors for My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, and since I had free time in my hands I agreed to it. What ended up happening was that we were both up all night trying to finish these before the end of the month. It was a stressful month but it was worth it since we did eventually finish and she got to give these to the voice actors. She told me that they really loved it, and that even Michelle gave her a hug and Tara showed hers off. I’m glad I worked on this tbh.

Take It Slow (Quicksilver [AOU] x Reader)

Take It Slow (Quicksilver x Reader)

“Can I help you?” You held your pen up, ready to take the young man’s order.

He jumped, looking up. Electric blue eyes looked up at you from under a head of blonde hair, dark roots showing.

“Can I take your order?” You asked again.

“Oh yes, I’m sorry.” Sweet Jesus that accent was glorious. You tried not to stare as the man ran a hand through his hair, smiling up at you. “Could I have a decaf coffee and some pie please?”

Oh shit, you were so screwed.

“What kind would you like?”

“What would you recommend?” He asked, still with that incredible smile on his face.

“Um,” it took you a second to remember what it was you were supposed to be doing. “The- the apple turnovers are amazing. They aren’t technically pies, but they’re worth it.”

“Alright.” His smile grew. “I’ll have one of those please.”

“Yeah,” you stammered. “I’ll be right back with that.”

“Thank you beautiful.”

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Apple Pie (Part 2)

Supernatural One Shot


Warnings: Sad Stuff

Word Count: 3,463

Part 2 to Apple Pie

Read “Apple Pie” Here.

Life wasn’t worth living when you no longer had someone to live it with.

They had completed yet another hunt that was semi-successful. Dean parked the Impala in the middle of some field, pulled put his beer cooler and planted himself on top of the hood of the car and cracked open a beer. In a few hours he would hit the hard stuff but right now he would settle for a beer. They still had to get back to the Bunker and he wasn’t about to let Sam’s grubby little fingers touch the wheel.

Sam sat next to his brother taking the beer that Dean offered and cracked it open. He took a sip before he addressed Dean’s incredibly-reckless-verging-on-suicidal behavior that seemed to be ever present in his personality.

“Dean…how are you feeling?” Sam asked, his voice was cautious. He knew that if he pressed his brother too far then he would shut down and not tell him anything.

“I’m great,” He even plastered on a fake smile. “Why?”

“Are we not going to talk about what you did today?”

“What? I saved those people. That’s all that matters,” Dean replied taking a sip of his beer.

Sam sighed. “No, that’s not all that matters. You nearly got yourself killed.”

“Sam, just drop it.” Dean growled knowing where this conversation was going. Sam tried to talk to Dean several times before and Dean always shut him out. Just like he was doing now.

“I know you’re hurting man but you need to talk to me. I can’t have you going in on hunts half-cocked. You’re supposed to have my back.”

“And I do, Sam, okay, so just drop it. I don’t want to talk about it.”


“Sam, fuck off. Let me revival in the moment a little. We saved a family today. That’s all that matters. Okay. So let me finish my fucking beer in peace,” He took another long swing.

“C’mon man. Help me out a little. Talk to me. You can’t keep all of that bottled up.”

“And what do you want me to say? That I screwed up? Okay, I screwed up, Sam! And I feel like hell because I haven’t slept since she left. My stomach is literally eating itself because the last time I had a decent meal was… the last decent meal that I had she cooked for me.” He turned to look Sam and gasped dramatically. “Oh, you wanted to know how I was feeling emotionally. Well Dr. Therapist, I’m just dying to tell you. I fucking destroyed the one good thing in my life. My girlfriend is running around doing God knows what thinking that I don’t love her. I tell myself that it is for the best, that I did it to protect her but that’s not the real reason why I did that. It’s because I’m a coward. I found it easier to know that she hates me than to know that there is someone in my screwed up life that actually loves me. So yeah, Sam, I’m just great.” Dean finished speaking and stared straight ahead. There was nothing else to say.

Even Sam, who always seemed to know what to say, remained silent. How were you supposed to say anything to that?

Memories were a bitch.

They always seemed to pop up when you least needed them too. And when your memories popped up, they always seemed to get you in trouble.

You had caught wind of a nest a vampires. From the sound of it, it sounded like there were at least five of them. Five vamps that were feasting on little children and they needed to be taken care of.

Normally you wouldn’t have taken this case without a little back up but normally you would have been hunting with…him. Five vamps were a lot to take on for a single hunter but frankly you didn’t care. All that mattered was the fact that if you didn’t take care of these vamps them more parents were going to have to bury their children.

The vamps were holed up where monsters usually do. In some dark, mysterious warehouse that had been abandoned years ago. Why couldn’t monsters pick a nice place to stay at? Like on a beach, in the sun, in a nice five star hotel?

You scouted the warehouse for a few minutes before you grabbed your machete that was lying on the seat next to you.

Your gaze lingered on the seat; the bloodstain was still slightly visible.

He groaned again urging you to go faster and you wanted to but the gas pedal was already all the way pressed down to the floorboard.

“Just keep breathing, Dean. We’re not too far from the hospital,” you said and glanced over at Dean. Even in his pained, bleeding out state he didn’t want to take your car to the hospital. And he most certainly didn’t want to leave his baby at that warehouse and he fought you, losing more blood in the process but you managed to get him in your car.

“Just shut up and drive,” he said through clenched teeth.

He groaned again and threw his head back against the seat.

That night he almost bled out in your front seat because he was too stubborn to get in your car and let you take him to the hospital.

You shook your head as you climbed out of your car. You couldn’t think about him. Not now. Not when you needed to be focusing on killing these blood-sucking vamps.

The night concealed you as you inched around the perimeter to the warehouse. You froze at one of the doors and listened for any sound that could alert you that the vamps were aware of your presence. There was nothing of the sort.

You stuck to the shadows. And there they were. Only there were seven of them, not five. You inwardly groaned. This job just got a lot harder.

The vamps were all circled around a pole that was holding the ceiling up. You craned your neck to see if you could get a better look at what they were looking at. Your stomach fell. There, tied to the pole, were two children that didn’t look too good. One of them didn’t even look like he was breathing. These sick bastards feed on children. They deserved to die.

You inched closer to the group, not taking your eyes off of them. You wish that you had. There was an old pipe that was lying on the floor that you didn’t see and tripped over. All seven of the vamps snapped their head towards the sound…and towards you.

You took a step back but your back hit something and you knew that it wasn’t a wall. You cursed in your mind.

“Well, what do we have here?” The vamp said. His hands landed on your hips, his head ducked down to sniff your neck. “I think that we caught our self a little hunter.” He plucked your blade out of your hands and threw it to the side. “I’m so glad that you were able to join us for dinner.”

You struggled against the vamp that was behind you as he dragged you over to the pole that the other two children were tied up against. You groaned. One of them of definitely not breathing.

“Why kill children?” You spit as the vamp tied you up. “Are you too weak to go after adults?”

The vamp snarled. “No, children taste better. Sweeter. Their blood isn’t corrupt with drugs and alcohol and sex.”

“So what, you like a free range meal. Something without all the hormones and preservatives?”

“You’re funny. I like that. I think I’ll make you last. Kids don’t last as long. Now should we be expecting more hunters or are you the only one?”

“I don’t know. How ‘bout we just wait and see if more arrive?” You lied.

The vamp slapped you. You could taste blood in your mouth.

“The kids,” you gestured with your head towards the boys. “Are they…”

“Dead. One of them is, the other one almost is. We were about to get ready for another hunt when you showed up. Delivery is always better than take out.”

You glanced around the room to see that the other six vamps were watching you. Some of them were licking their lips waiting to sink your teeth in you.

Your mind couldn’t help but wander back to the time that you first met the brothers.

It was cold. Almost too cold to be outside. Your fingers rewrapped themselves around the machete. Your hands had gone completely numb but you couldn’t wear gloves. If you wore gloves then you wouldn’t be able to properly hold the blade. It could very easily slip out of your hands.

They were talking. It sounded like they had caught another poor victim. The youngest vamp, the attractive girl, probably lured an unexpecting man from the bar that was a few miles down the road to this place where he was attacked by her two brothers.

You hated smart vamps like that.

They picked up men that wouldn’t be missed. An old truck driver. A drunk. People who weren’t expected somewhere the next morning.

Three vamps. This was pretty easy. Sure, having another hunter with you would have been nice but who didn’t like a challenge?

You noticed some movement off towards your right and you slinked off in the shadows. One of the brothers. He was heading outside. Why? It didn’t really matter. He was going to be dead in a few moments anyway.

His head fell to the ground with a muffled thud.

One down, two more to go.

The girl stood in front of two men that were tied up. She had caught two men at once. She was pretty good.

One of the men seemed to be awake, the other one, one that needed a haircut, had a cut on his head and he seemed to be sleeping. Most likely he tried to escape when the fangs came out and he was knocked out.

The girl crouched down in front of the short haired one, her tongue flicked out licking the man on the neck making “playing with your food” way more sexual than it should have been.

“Whoa, lady, you’re going to have to buy me a drink first,” he said pulling his head away from the girl.

She didn’t say anything. Instead she walked over to the man that was knocked out. You noticed that the shorthaired man visibly tensed.

That was weird. If he were just another random dude she picked up from a bar, he wouldn’t act like that, would he? Surely not. Brothers? Lover maybe?

You saw the other brother out of the corner of your eye. He was walking outside towards his very dead brother. He was looking for him. And in a few moments he would find him. You didn’t have enough time to sneak over to where he was without making any noise and alerting the sister.

What to do? What to do?

Well, maybe you could still have the element of surprise by charging after the sister before the brother alerted her. Yeah, that would be a great plan.

You stepped out of the shadows and shorthaired noticed you right away. The two of you shared a look before you stepped forward and swung at the girl. She ducked at the last second. Lucky for her. She kept her head.

She screamed after her brother. And that was the last word that her mouth ever spoke. Her head rolled in front of shorthaired and surprisingly he didn’t even flinch at the sight. It was almost like he was used to it.

You quickly walked over to him and cut his binds. He took no time standing up. You thought that he would have run off but instead he picked up a machete that was on the ground. One that was similar to yours. And there were two of them.

One that belonged to shorthaired and one that could have belonged to the longhaired one.

The brother finally decided to show up and shorthaired went off to take care of him. You were caught up staring at him. His movements were too professional to be someone who didn’t know what he was doing. Maybe he was like you. Maybe he was a hunter. And the man that was tied up was a hunter too.

The man started to stir and struggled against his binds. You made quick work of cutting him free.

By the time that you turned back around, shorthaired had already killed the vamp and was staring at you, interest evident on his face.

Too bad they weren’t going to be here to save you now.

You closed your eyes as the vamp leaned in; his hand grabbed a handful of your hair, exposing more of your neck.

What you didn’t expect was how much it was going to hurt.

The vamps teeth settled in your skin, sucking the blood from your neck. A scream erupted around you and it took you a moment to realize that it was your screams.

So this was how you were going to die. At the hands of a vamp.

You could already feel yourself start to slip away. Maybe this was a good thing. You wouldn’t have to deal with the crushing feeling on your chest that you had to live with knowing that you weren’t good enough for him. All the pain would disappear.

And that sounded good.

And then all the sudden the pain disappeared and it were replaced with two hands on either side of your face.

What did this vamp out? Did he want to make-out with you now? That was sick.

“Y/N!” The man in front of you yelled.

How the hell did he know your name?

“Y/N,” he patted your face. “Y/N, wake up. Come on, open your eyes.”

Just let me die already.

“Dean! Dean, is she okay?” Another voice called out.

Dean? This couldn’t be him. No, he wasn’t here.

“I don’t know, Sammy. She’s lost a lot of blood. But she’s…she’s breathing,” the man voice sounded choked.

Then you had the feeling of being moved. An arm was placed under your legs, another on your back.

Somehow you managed to open your eyes and there was shorthaired.

“Just stay with me, Y/N,” Dean said before you closed your eyes again.

When you woke, your head was pounding and your neck was throbbing. How were you not dead? Or maybe this was death. But you had seen Dean. But then again, they did say that when you died your life flashed across your eyes. Your best memories. Was that really your best memory? The first time you saw Dean.

Or maybe he was an angel of death. He was the one to take you away from this life.

You scanned your surroundings and it took you a moment to realize where you were. You popped up in bed.

Was your heaven really the Bunker?

“Dean, we need to take her to the hospital,” an angry voice drew you out of your thoughts.

“Dammit Sam, how many times do I have to tell you, I’m not taking her to the hospital. I’m not going to look at her all hooked up to those machines. I’ve lost…” He trailed off, his voice growing louder with every second. “Just forget it. She’s not going to the hospital.”

You looked towards the door and Dean froze when he saw that you were sitting up.

He looked at you for a second and then left.

Sam entered the room a moment later, a sad look on his face.

“How are you feeling?” Sam asked walking further into the room and handed you a bottle of water and a couple of pills. Pain pills.

You eagerly took them.

“Awful,” you croaked.

Sam sat down next to you and looked after the door where his brother just stood.

“Why didn’t he just let me die there?” You asked lying back down and curling up under the blankets. “He doesn’t…he doesn’t love me.”

“You know that isn’t true,” Sam replied. “He does love you, Y/N.”

You shook your head as you closed your eyes and willed for sleep to take you under. “No… he doesn’t.”

You woke sometime later; your head wasn’t pounding as much but your neck still stung like a bitch.

You stumbled out of bed and found yourself walking to the library.

Both of the brothers looked up at you but you only looked at Dean. After a tense moment he pushed himself away from the table and you expected him to walk out of the room, like he did when you first woke up but instead he walked over to you.

You froze when you felt his arms wrap around your body pulling you close towards him.

“I love you,” he whispered.

No…no…no. This wasn’t happening. You were dead. You were in heaven and this was it. A replica of the Bunker and Sam and…Dean. Or…you were in some dream. A sick kind of dream that you got everything that you ever wanted. A sick dream where Dean actually loved you. A sick dream where Dean told you that he loved you. This wasn’t heaven.

No, this was hell. Your own personal hell.

And you couldn’t live like this. You couldn’t stay in here thinking that Dean really loved you.

You grabbed the gun the Dean always had in his waistband and pushed him away while you pressed the gun to your temple.

Dean immediately went on the defense.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” He asked. Sam started to stand from his spot at the table.

“You’re…you’re not real,” you said, tears started to fall.

“Yes, I am. Y/N, will you put the gun down?”

“No!” You screamed. “You’re not real. You’re…you’re a dream. You can’t be my dream. I can’t think that you actually love me.”

“I do, Y/N.”

“No,” you shook your head. “You don’t. I need to wake up.”

“You are awake, Y/N. This isn’t a dream. I promise.”

“This is Dean. You know, they say that if you die in a dream, you wake up. I need to wake up. I can’t deal with you pretending to love me,” You cocked the gun and Dean took a small half step forward. “Stay back!”

“Okay,” Dean put his hands up in the air and backed up. “Okay but Y/N, this isn’t a dream. You’re awake and if you pull that trigger you’ll die. You’re not going to wake back up.”

“How do I…how do I know that?”

“You’re neck…it still stings right? If this were a dream, you wouldn’t be able to feel pain. You can feel that, right?”

Your hand that wasn’t holding the gun touched the bites on your neck.

You could feel that.

“That’s right, Y/N. This isn’t a dream, okay. Can you put the gun down please?”

But you couldn’t. This couldn’t be real but your hand seemed to have a mind of its own. Dean noticed that you were lowering the gun and he rushed forward and grabbed it from you. Then he handed it to Sam who managed to walk over to his brother during the whole ordeal. You completely broke down and Dean was there to wrap you in his arms again.

“I’m so sorry baby. I’m sorry,” he whispered into your hair. “I’m sorry that I did this to you. I love you. I really do.”

And you wanted to stay in his embrace, but you couldn’t.

He didn’t really love you. No, he was just saying this because he was sorry that he almost got you killed.

You pushed away from him again.

“I need to…” you looked around the Bunker. This was all too much for you. Being here. It brought up memories that you tried to forget. “I need to go,” and you turned away from Dean.

You heard him call after you as you climbed up those stairs you climbed weeks ago ready to leave and paused at the door. You looked over the banister and looked down at Dean. He stared up at you, begging you to stay. But you couldn’t.

Around your neck, you pulled off the necklace that you had worn since you’ve left. You turned it over in your hands before dropping it down to Dean.

The key to this place.

Dean had given it to you when you moved in.

And now you were giving it back.

A final good-bye.

You finished the final chapter and closed the book.

“Good-bye, Dean.”

And Dean stared down at the key in his hands.

My apple pie wasn’t worth it.