the winchester brothers

charliesbackbitches asked:

Well... fuck me (Is this okay for your three word prompts? Its something myself and my friends say whenever we fucked up or don't believe something hehe. I just want to say I love your blog so much :) )

(Thanks!)

“Son of a bitch!” Dean slammed the heel of his hand against the steering wheel, startling you awake. You sat up in the backseat, peering between the Winchester brothers.

“What? Oh. Well fuck me.” You saw the cause of Dean’s discontentment immediately. The highway ahead was clogged with bumper to bumper traffic and stretched endlessly on. 

“I hate traffic,” Dean muttered, shoving a tape into the cassette player. Metallica came screaming out.

One hundred and seven minutes later the tape ended, and sam swatted the replacement cassette out of Dean’s hand. 

“No, Dean, we need a break.”

Dean turned his head slowly, oh so slowly, to look at his brother. “Sam, I believe I told you the house rule: driver picks the music-”

“And shotgun shuts his cakehole, I know,” Sam interrupted. “But as you always say, rules are meant to be broken.”

Fourteen minutes later, Dean got out of the car, slamming the door behind him. 

“What are you doing?” You stuck your head out the window to ask. Dean rummaged around in the trunk and pulled out the camp stove, then the cooler. He set up the stove on it’s little collapsible stand beside the car. People all around the Impala were getting out of their cars’ traffic hadn’t moved in an hour. 

You ended up grilling with the family from the minivan next to you. Sam and the wife talked about some recent archaeology discovery, Dean played hide and seek with the kids, and the whole group started a game of catch.

Finally traffic started moving, and everyone piled back into their cars. This time Dean put in CCR, and finally the car rolled forward.

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“Son of a bitch! Again? What’s happening lately?” Dean grabbed a box of salt in one hand and a bar made of iron in the other one.

The lights were flickering heavily and the EMF pointer was crazily high. Things like this happened a lot to the Winchester brothers lately. Something about it was…different.

Sam and Dean were standing armed in the middle of their motel room, waiting for some creep of a ghost to attack them when suddenly a figure appeared on the other side of it. Their eyes went wide and their mouths fell open.

“Y/N?” Dean’s voice was nearly above a whisper.

“Hi guys,” you said, shooting them a small smile.

“Y-you’re…you’re dead? Y/N, what happened?” Sam struggled to keep his voice steady.

“Wendigo…”

“When?” Now Dean stepped closer to you and turned his back to his little brother so he couldn’t see his expression. His pure green eyes were soaking yours in and your heart began to pound hard against your chest. Familiar feelings.

 “A few days after we last met. So that’d mean…three years ago,” you avoided his eyes.

Realization hit him. He remembered this day so well. You and Dean were on a date and it was one of the best evenings both of you ever had. He wanted to confess his love for you, but all of a sudden things ended up in a dumb fight about you being a bad hunter.

”Y/N, I’m so sorry for what I said back then-” His eyes were filling up with tears. He loved you. He loved you so bad and his heart began to ache.

”Don’t, Dean. Don’t you dare! It’s not your fault, okay? It’s mine. I wanted to prove that I’m a good hunter and I failed. I got myself killed by a freakin’ Wendigo,” you said and now you were crying too. “At least I got so save two kids,” you whispered while looking to the ground.

“Y/N…”

You locked eyes with him again. “I still love you, Dean. I always will.”

”Forever,” he whispered and his hand reached out for you. You faded and he sank to the ground.

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Reality Check

By winchestersandwordprocessors

Warnings: Implied non-con (Sam/Lucifer).

Words: ~10000

Summary: Sometime after Castiel knocked down the wall in Sam’s mind it became apparent to the younger Winchester that all the king’s horses and all the king’s men could never put Sammy back together again. Sam began hearing Lucifer, seeing him during the day as well as the night, his life slowly melting into a stream-of-consciousness nightmare.In a rusted out warehouse Dean gave Sam a way to cope- the physical sensation of here-and-now pain helped to block out the mental agony of Satan in his head, scratching away at Sam’s resistance. But what happened when Sam’s hand healed and pain was no longer available as a distraction?Well, Dean comes up with a solution to that too, one that ends with nightmares broken, lips locked together, and bodies pressed against each other on the hood of the Impala out under the stars.This is the story of how Sam losing his grip on reality ended up giving the Winchester brothers the greatest reality check of their lives. (Loosely based around 7x02)

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Time always fractured strangely for hunters, measured not in hours and minutes but in beats of a heart, in survivors interviewed, in lives lost, in people saved. Hunters went days without sleep, too long without being called by their real name- like the superheroes of old, their identity cradled close to the chest- went weeks or months or years without speaking publicly of the truth.

Hunters lived on the fringe, they walked along the razor’s edge of the abyss, that fine line between right and wrong, life and death; hunters danced in the grey area, the place of suspended morals and truths and reality.

Sam had grown up on that line, had cut his teeth on the cold steel of a hunter’s life; when his reality shifted it was so subtle that even he wondered if it was happening. He had been and seen and done so much that surely there was nothing left for his imagination left to invent, the well-spring of fictional terrors run dry, the bogeyman consumed by the horrors that truly do go bump in the night.

He was wrong.

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Reality Check

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/1ikGL1B

by lifeofsnark

Sometime after Castiel knocked down the wall in Sam’s mind it became apparent to the younger Winchester that all the king’s horses and all the king’s men could never put Sammy back together again. Sam began hearing Lucifer, seeing him during the day as well as the night, his life slowly melting into a stream-of-consciousness nightmare.
In a rusted out warehouse Dean gave Sam a way to cope- the physical sensation of here-and-now pain helped to block out the mental agony of Satan in his head, scratching away at Sam’s resistance. But what happened when Sam’s hand healed and pain was no longer available as a distraction?
Well, Dean comes up with a solution to that too, one that ends with nightmares broken, lips locked together, and bodies pressed against each other on the hood of the Impala out under the stars.
This is the story of how Sam losing his grip on reality ended up giving the Winchester brothers the greatest reality check of their lives.

Words: 10423, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English



read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/1ikGL1B