he /thought/ he was in love, but instead actually obsessed... so did ishim think cas was obsessed with dean but hes actually in love 🤔
ask n. 2 “ishim is a monster incapable of healthy love” That’s why I don’t really like that comparison. They got compared to something that wasn’t really love, but more like a stalker obsessed with a poor woman.
(This turned way too long, so here’s a recap: I discuss the comparison between Ishim and Cas /and respective relationships with humans/, which tells us who Cas is by contrast; I also draw a parallel between Ishim and Godstiel, aka Cas’ darkest side – that Cas still managed to overcome on his own, because despite everything he’s always had a good heart and good intentions; also, are we supposed to reconsider the nature - platonic or potentially romantic - of Dean and Cas’ relationship in s6?)
Hello there, my friends! Unfortunately, you have just opened a can of worms, since I was writing some meta on the parallel between Ishim and Cas. To answer the first question, well, yes. Ishim (like many angels) doesn’t understand human feelings and emotions. Not only he’s a manipulative and abusive douchebag, he also lacks the experience to understand what love is (Cas, on the other hand, has been human..). So, when he sees the bond between Dean and Cas, he compares it to what he knows. And what does he know? The love he knows is obsession, rotten to the core; the human he wanted never loved him back; he thinks she made him weaker (and this is just textbook abusive behavior). So when he sees how far Cas has fallen (subtext: for a human), of course he thinks Cas is in his same situation.
You know why we’re meant to stay away from them humans? Hmm? It’s not because we’re a danger to them. They’re a danger to us.
Yeah, he’s talking about both Dean and Sam, but casually Sam is never called Cas’ human weakness (context: we’re talking romantic love, throwback to Metatron saying Cas was in love with… humanity, just to point out one episode later that Cas’ goal was all about saving one human), nor he is in the climatic scene where Ishim goes after humani– erm, Dean (hint: Sam wasn’t supposed to be there because Cas loves Sam, but he’s not in love with Sam).
Now, on to question #2. Too much exposition is deadly to a story. A great way to show who a character is or what
they’ve become is… to contrast them with who they’re not (same goes for relationships).
Summary: Your two older brothers let you go out to a party but you miss curfew and the get a call saying your miles past drunk. They come pick you up.
Warnings: Heavy consumption of alcohol by the reader.
Pairings: Sister!reader with both Sam and Dean
Author’s Note: 2 more coming your way! Daryl Dixon and Barry Allen :)
You flinched slightly as someone slung a hand over your shoulder. You couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the senior who exclaimed something not quite audible over the loud music.
“Drink up!” he yelled in your ear and you laughed plucking the red cup out of his hand and in one swig the contents were gone burning their way down your throat. He stood back and cheered before running off leaving you laughing.
More alcohol. That is what you needed. You snaked through people making out and individuals who were basically having sex standing up something they would call ‘dancing’. You slipped into the kitchen and grabbed the whiskey bottle that stood on the counter.
“This i’ll do!’ you exclaimed loudly surprising yourself. Dean and Sam were going to be furious.
“Hey!” someone called and you turned seeing the girl who invited you to the party- Mary? Anyway this was extremely kind of her as you were a travelling teenager that barely stayed in one school longer than a month. You never got invited to such things as you never stayed long enough to make new friends.
“Gimme me some Y/N!” she slurred. You laughed as you poured her about half a cup. Sam and Dean had reluctantly let you come here but you turned 17 a week ago they felt way to guilty and bad for not allowing you the joys of being a teenager.
They also attempted the pep talk before and the ‘Under any circumstance if you feel uncomfortable you call us’. If you had to recite the exact words that Dean used.
Overview: Both brothers had loved and lost her. One night, Sam gets a phone call that changes everything.
Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader
Warnings: mild language, lots of angst, beginnings of a panic attack, violence with a coffee mug, general torn feelings
Word Count: 1,883
A/N: This is the ninth chapter in my second spn fanfic series. Only one chapter is left after this one… it makes my heart hurt. Thanks goes out to my betas, fangirls, and constant supports for this fic: @wheresthekillswitch & @hannahindie.
Feedback is always loved and appreciated! (yes, even yelling, Athina ;)
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Dean finally broke the silence, “Why do you want to talk to me, Y/N?”
You took a deep breath and searched for the strength you used to carry. “Because it took me awhile to find the right words,” you said, proud that your voice didn’t waver, “and now that I have them, I want you to hear them.”
Dean nodded and walked all of the way into the kitchen, leaning back against the counter across from you, “The floor is yours, sweetheart.”
All the words that you’d wanted to say for the past few months seemed to disappear as you looked at Dean. After you’d left, you’d avoided him at all costs; spending time with Sam at your place instead of the bunker, avoiding the bars Dean frequented, not texting, not talking, not seeing.
The first time you’d actually seen him since everything happened was in that alcove across from the coffee shop, and the sight of him standing in the pouring rain, trying to hide his concern and failing at repressing his anger… It was like the breath was knocked out of you. And in the time you’d spent with him since, you still found yourself struggling to fill your lungs, almost as if Dean was sucking the oxygen straight from them. He had destroyed you the day you left the bunker, the day you left him, and with each passing moment in his presence you had to relive that pain. The wounds had never healed, and the scabs that had formed were immediately scraped off the second you’d laid eyes on him.
Summary (of entire series): You and Dean have been dating for a long time, but after Bobby died things started to go down hill. Dean became aggressive. He started drinking more and picking fights where none existed. Then one night - after a hunt goes wrong - Dean ends up in another one of his drunken spirals and says things to you that he can never take back. He wakes up in the morning - expecting to kiss and make up - only to find you gone and Sam berating him before chasing after you.
Imagine Dean and the readers future daughter got stuck in their present because of a case and meets their parents but they aren’t together now yet.
Part 1 - 7 Years in the future you and Dean have a four year old Daughter. A hunt goes awry, and she gets sent beck to the present time. You and Dean have to come to terms with it as you try to find out how to get her back to her time.
Part 2 - After getting their daughter back to her proper time in the future, Dean and the reader have to come to terms with what they now know. They will have to confront the feelings they have been to bury for so long.
Who said “I love you” first: The one to say those three little words was none other than Sam! It scared him beyond belief when he finally discovered how he felt for Chloe, but when he said it, they were both enthralled. Chloe was a bit shocked to say the least.
Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background: Chloe. She’d never admit it, but Sam’s the first guy she’s developed a serious relationship with, one that wasn’t all professional. She likes to glance down at her phone to see the screensaver of Sam with a signature cheeky grin. ;)
Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror: Sam. After a really hot shower and Chloe still hidden in their bed fast asleep, he takes a delicate finger and smudges something sweet right before he knows she’s waking up.
Who buys the other cheesy gifts: Both. There’s no denying that both of them surprise the other with cheesy gifts.
Who initiated the first kiss: Chloe. She isn’t one to hold back. We saw how she got handsy with Nate in Uncharted 2. When she wants something, she goes out and gets it. Of course Sam thought this was undeniably attractive. A woman going after what she wanted really made him happy.
Who kisses the other awake in the morning: Sam. He usually wakes up before Chloe. Sometimes he’ll let her by, hence the word sometimes. He lowers his face down to meet hers. He’ll brush his nose against hers for a slight snuggle before gently kissing her all over her face until she finally stirs.
Who starts tickle fights: Both! Chloe knows how to work her hands, Sam obviously the same. They’re both equal when it comes to tickle fights! Deep down, those are Chloe’s absolute favorite.
Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower: Sam. Sometimes we’d think Chloe would be straight forward, but no. Samuel Drake slides the question it almost every time.
Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch: Sam. He’s a total sweetheart, okay?
Who was nervous and shy on the first date: Sam. Chloe seemed intimidating to him beforehand. He learned about her and Nate which only heightened the nervousness. But as soon as he met her, she reeled him in with her sudden charm and witty remarks. Sam stumbled over his words quite a lot, I’ll tell you that!
Who kills/takes out the spiders: Chloe. Shh, don’t tell anyone because Sam gets embarrassed, but he doesn’t like spiders. You’d think searching for Avery’s treasure, he’d easily be okay. He went through caves, water, etc.. All of it contained spiders! But no. Chloe has to do the job.
Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk: Sam. Chloe is practically his designated driver on the nights he drinks a little too much. He’ll throw his arms around her and profess his love in her face.
Send in your ship and I’ll gladly do this for you! :)
A/N: thanks for everyone’s interest in this! I decided to make this a series and I’ve already have the majority of the plot in my head but not written down. I’ll post this now and try to post another part tomorrow or in a few days. I don’t have a schedule haha.
Word count: 1185
Those who wanted a second part are tagged at the end!
about a lesson you learned the hard way. // “Next time you think of being an
asshole, do your research first!”
Requested by @straitsupernaturalmalefan:
I’m looking for something where Dean and reader r together but when she goes out with old friends that r bad news they fight she ends up making out with one and doesn’t kno dean sawfeels guilty but wasn’t gonna tell him but she finds he knows n left.
I just want one were Dean isn’t the douche who screws up. I want 2 see dean leave the bunker cause he would never ask her to leave but can'tforgiv
Characters: Dean, reader, Sam, Cas.
Word count: 3,945- main +1,185 added bit = 5,130 if you read it complete.
Warnings: Angst, cheating, Dean in pain (YES, it is a warning), depression kind of thing (in the added bit).
A/N: I kind of left myself go with this, turning it into a lot-of-words story, but I wasn’t sure if I should post the whole story so I’m just going to divide it in two so only the ones who want read the main part (please just read the main part). Enjoy! ;)
Write about a lesson you learned the hard way: To love myself and give me my own place when nobody else dows. As in claim for the respect I deserve rather than letting people use me as they wish.
fight, another door slammed, another insult, another sentence they would
eventually regret saying, another tear, another brick added to the wall they
had slowly been building with each harsh word.
each other, they really did. But the life wasn’t easy, and she was too reckless
and Dean was too protective of her. They need each other to have a balance, yet
their own egos made it hard to find said balance, to find a safe spot, the
centre of scale.
to go out, not really caring how dangerous the world was for them in that exact
moment; the millions of problems looking for them, hunting them like they
hunted monsters. She didn’t care, she needed to get out of the bunker; she
needed to breathe – to take a break from the never ending fights. It was a
vicious cycle, and she just needed to get a rest from it.
Dean did it
because he loved her, he needed her. If he lost her, he would be losing
everything, and he wasn’t willing to risk it. His mother, his father, his
brother, his best friend… He had lost everyone at one point, except for her. He
was scared that she’d be gone any day, out of a sudden, just like everyone
needed to go out, and though Dean was always willing to make her company, the
people she wanted to go out with weren’t good news. If it were for Dean, he
would’ve already set a bullet between each’s eyes. He never understood why she
liked them so much.
stated, although it sounded more like a beg.
asking for your permission, Dean.” She replied angrily as she finished getting
good, (Y/N).” Dean insisted, following her out of the room and towards the
my friends, Dean.” She breathed out, “Whether you like it or not, I’m going out
don’t put your life and your integrity in danger.” Dean hissed.
dad.” She groaned, “You also put my life in danger with every new enemy you
make, and you don’t see me complain.”
“At least I
try to protect you.”
care of me as well.” She fumed.
don’t!” Dean stepped in front of her, “From all the people in the world, they
are the very w…”
dare to finish that sentence, Winchester.” She threatened, pointing a finger
his way. “I’m off for tonight, don’t wait me up.” And with that being said, she
pushed Dean away and walked out of the bunker without even looking back at him.
He couldn’t argue anymore, he couldn’t control her, and he sure as Hell wasn’t
willing to waste time trying to convince her to stay because he knew she
wouldn’t listen to him – she never did.
used to them fighting all the time. He knew his brother’s temper very well, and
he knew how explosive (Y/N) could be, so he had learned to ignore them. But
even so, the fights had turned to be more often, almost every day, and it was
screwing Dean in a way that nothing else had. Sam was worried about his
(Y/N). She was smart and strong, and the only person who could get Dean to
think twice before doing something stupid. But she was impulsive, careless at
times – and not in the good sense -, and sometimes she said things that hurt
Dean more than anything. But even so, Sam was willing to help his brother
apologise yet once again with her, bring her back and maybe, just maybe,
convince her to stop seeing those “Friends.”
how Dean ended up driving the Impala towards the place she told him she would
be at. It was some kind of bar, not a very fancy one, and it wasn’t that far
from the bunker.
some people outside – not very good looking people -, and the music was too
loud. Dean got in, the blue and pink lights blinding him for a second before
his eyes adjusted to the ambience. It smelled like cigarettes, cheap alcohol
and something similar to marijuana. The waiters were dressed in drag, and their
skirts were far too short to hide anything down there. It wasn’t the place he
would expect to see his girlfriend in.
through all the tables, every single one until he saw her. She was sitting at
one of the corner cabinets along with those friends she liked so much. They
fitted perfectly in that bar, which made (Y/N) stand out even more. Some of
them were talking, and then another one was focused on her.
A hand over
her leg, caressing it slightly, almost innocently while their eyes were
connected straight with one and other. Dean wasn’t much of a lip-reading
expert, but he managed to understand how she was talking about him with her
don’t want to fight anymore.” She said, and the other guy replied with
something Dean couldn’t make up. Although, it wasn’t like he thought of it for
much longer, because as soon as he said it his lips were already in (Y/N)’s.
her to move, to push him away and slap his face. He wanted to see her defending
him – her boyfriend. Dean could picture her making a scene, before storming
away; he could imagine meeting her at the front door, driving her back to the
bunker where she’d apologise, promising to stay away from them because she
finally understood what he meant.
didn’t. Instead, she deepened the kiss, melting into his arms as her soft hand
cupped his cheek. He pulled her into his lap and Dean could swear that guy
wasn’t going to let her go just with a kiss… No, he was the kind of guy that
doesn’t sleep in peace unless he gets to third base.
couldn’t watch how the love of his life cheated. So he went back out, pushing
everyone who got in the way and drove back to the bunker. His green eyes were
filled with tears and his heart ached in pain. He felt like air was missing,
like his whole world was falling apart around him leaving him back into the
dark pit he was before meeting her. Every damn memory, ever damn feeling, every
damn thing came back to him like a tsunami wave, drowning him in his own pain.
betrayed him. She had broken her promises. She had destroyed everything they
had built over the years, and she had used the ruins to finish building the
wall between her and Dean. It had been the cherry on top. Dean knew that
nothing she said or do could fix it, not anymore; she had destroyed the last
bit of their relationship.
And yet, he
still loved her. He wanted to go back to the bar, find her arms and cry in
them. He wanted to hear her soothing voice, telling him how it was fine, that
things would get better. He wanted her kisses all over his face, and her
fingers stroking his short strands of hair. He wanted her to make love with
him, all night, creating once again a bond, making new promises. But that
wasn’t going to happen.
have to ask – it was written all over Dean’s face; from the lines his tears had
drawn to the sadness in his eyes. Sam knew it.
you get her stuff out.” The younger brother said, but Dean shook his head.
help me get my stuff out.” Dean mumbled.
Sam’s eyes widened and they soon got watery as well, “Dean, you can’t leave.”
stay either.” Dean stated, “And I won’t kick her out… I can’t, Sam.”
what she did… But I won’t kick her out… I still love her.” Sam sighed. He
wanted to slap some logic inside his brother’s brain yet he knew it wasn’t a
brain thing but rather an emotional one. Dean was far too caring, too
respectful of the people he loved to kick her out. That’s what John and Mary
had taught him when John left after the constant fights they had had, before
Sam was born, and it was something that Dean had carved in his brain.
him pack, and if it weren’t because Dean didn’t want his brother to leave the
only home he had ever met, he would’ve joined. How could he live with the woman
who tore his brother’s heart apart? But it was what Dean wanted, and even if he
wasn’t in a position to make clear decisions, Sam decided to accept it.
twenty minutes before she came back.
no idea Dean had seen. She was drunk, and hurt and so vulnerable. She wasn’t
thinking what she was doing and it wasn’t until she was at the bar’s bathroom
with the guy trying to get inside her pants that she realized about the awful
mistake she had made.
feeling guilty. She had promised herself all the way back that she would
change, she would be the best girlfriend Dean Winchester could ever dream of
and she wasn’t going to hang out again with those so called friends because,
after all, Dean was right. They were hideous people, dangerous and ruthless,
the kind that your parents warn you about as a child. And she had trusted them.
in front of the bunker, not really noticing that Baby wasn’t there because she
might as well be at the garage. She took her time to dry her tears and eat a
whole package of mints to avoid the smell of alcohol and cheap joints – aka
that guy’s smell. She wasn’t going to tell Dean, which would only ruin the
whole thing; that’s why she had to look like nothing had happened.
not enough to make her eyes got puffy but just the right amount of tears to let
her talk without spilling the soup. Then she dried her tears, fixed her hair
and checked her breath. She was almost as fine as she was when she left the
bunker four hours ago. Taking a deep breath, (Y/N) finally got out of the car
and walked back in.
was silent, even more silent than usual. (Y/N) walked straight to Dean’s room
and knocked the door. There was no answer, so she knocked again, and again, and
again until she finally decided to try and open it. It wasn’t locked, and it
his pictures, his books… It was all gone. In the closet there were only the few
flannels he’d let (Y/N) wear on lazy Sundays, and that was it. The room was
second (Y/N) thought she was still drunk, or that she had been captured by a
djiin and was now having so trippy dream where Dean was gone. Or even so, she
was so drunk she got into the wrong room. She pinched her arm and checked the
number outside the door… It was his room, and it was really empty.
out quickly, only to find Sam leaning at the hallway’s wall, right in front of
Dean’s room. He was angry, sad and so serious. It was like looking at him after
coming back from Hell – or even worse.
where’s Dean?” She asked worriedly. Sam let out a chuckle.
He said bitterly.
fool, (Y/N).” Sam begged. (Y/N) could see tears threatening to spill his eyes.
mean to…” She whispered, feeling a lot guiltier now that she knew that Dean had
left because of that.
“Is that why
you arrived two hours after he saw you?” Sam hissed, “Yes, I’m sure you didn’t mean to.”
drunk many times during my time at Stanford, and I didn’t ever cheat on
Jessica. Not once, (Y/N)!” Sam let out a tear, “Now my brother’s gone because
“Why did he
left? He could’ve just left my stuff out and…”
know him, do you?” Sam breathed out a laugh, “You’ve been his girlfriend for a
while and still don’t know that Dean’s too much of a sucker for you… He wasn’t
willing to let you homeless again, so he left instead.”
your stuff and leave so Dean can come back.” Sam begged in a voice so low (Y/N)
struggled to hear. He was also a true gentleman like Dean, but his brother
meant a lot more than some cheating girl, so he was more than willing to kick
her out if it meant to have his brother back.
She said, “I will leave, and I will disappear for as long as he needs… I will
do anything you ask me to but please, I need to apologise… I can’t just let him
think that I…”
don’t love him anymore?” Sam inquired, “We’ve all been thinking that for the
longest time, so save it.”
“Sam, I do
“If you did
you wouldn’t have cheated on him.” (Y/N) sighed heavily. It would be hard to
convince Sam to believe her, and she was already two hours late so instead she
went back to Dean’s room and packed her stuff – at least the ones she had there
– and then to her own room to finish. It took her a whole hour but, once she
was done, Sam could do nothing else but to guide her to the door and shut it in
front of her face.
week went by. She had been staying at a motel nearest to the bunker, working as
a waitress in the diner in front of it and waiting patiently for news from Sam.
wasn’t very happy with her, but at least he kept her updated. It took him three
days to go look for her, listen to her story and finally agreed to help her get
Dean back. The older brother didn’t want to get back to the bunker just yet
because it was far too painful, so Sam figured the only way to recover his
brother was by fixing his heart, which could only be done if (Y/N) had the
chance to apologise and maybe even fix things.
also involved. At first he was dubitative, angry and he had tried to
disintegrate (Y/N). But after questioning Sam – “Why must we help her?” “Can I
disintegrate her already?” “Why are humans so complicated?” “Why do you want
her back with Dean? She broke the trust bond human couples have!” etc. – he
finally agreed as well. In fact, he was the one to locate Dean, who had been
driving further from the bunker and Kansas in general and was already in Texas.
hunter worked together in order to create a plan in which they would make (Y/N)
and Dean meet face to face in a place none of them could run away from. Of
course a hunt was extra dangerous so they figured they would ask Dean to meet
them at the diner she worked in, five minutes before her break.
Dean nor (Y/N) knew about the plan, so when The Winchesters and Castiel sat at
one of the tables she attended, they couldn’t help but to stare at each other
in a mixture of horror and sadness.
you waiting for?” Another waiter exclaimed as he noticed how (Y/N) froze in
sight of Dean. “Take the freaking order.”
nodded and cleared her throat, setting her eyes on the little notebook she had
in hand. “Welcome to Mama’s Diner, what can I serve you?”
“I want a
salad,” Sam began, “a burger for my brother and a soda for…”
want anything, thank you.” Dean muttered and got up from his seat, leaving the
diner. (Y/N) sighed heavily as Sam got up to chase after his brother.
“I want a
soda, please.” Castiel asked, acting as obnoxious as always. (Y/N) nodded and
served Cas his soda. Immediately after, she checked out for her break and went
to find Sam and Dean at an alley near the diner. Sam wasn’t letting Dean run
to her, man.” Sam begged once more, not noticing that (Y/N) was behind him.
Dean caught glimpse of her and shut up instantly. Sam looked back, only to meet
the sad-eyed girl.
back, make sure Cas doesn’t drown on his soda.” Sam informed calmly and left
muttered. Dean breathed in deeply, looking down to the floor for he wasn’t
strong enough to look her in the eyes.
sorry.” She said. Dean let out a chuckle.
Out of all
the things she could say, out of all the ways she could apologise, she chose
the most clichéd/ridiculous one. Not only that, but she had her victim eyes
you exactly sorry for?” Dean asked bitterly. He had gotten his time alone to
think, and even when his heart skipped a beat at the mere sight of her, he knew
she was no good and that he had to stay away from her.
everything.” She replied. Dean looked up, lifting an eyebrow as a gesture for
her to keep talking. “For not listening to you when you told me they were bad
news, and for kissing one of them… For being guilty of you leaving the bunker,
and for being a bad girlfriend in general…”
weren’t a bad girlfriend in general.” Dean interrupted, making the corner of
her lips curve slightly.
drunk, and I was so angry with you for treating me like a child…”
for cheating, though…” Dean interrupted yet again.
cheating… he kissed me, and I was…”
know, yet you came back two hours later according to Sam.” Dean fumed, “Unless
my brother is lying.”
me what you did in those two hours.”
me, took me to the bathroom of the bar and then I struggled to get out, but I
did.” She began explaining. Dean wasn’t buying a thing, mostly because he had
seen her escape from a vampire’s grip more than once. “Then I went back to the
table, grabbed my stuff and left but I was too drunk so I stopped by at the gas
station to buy something to eat and take time to sober up. Then I drove to the
bunker, waited a bit to get in and…”
you going to tell me?” He asked, “You were at that gas station, unable to drive
and didn’t think of telling me?”
want to bother…”
Dean exclaimed, “If you had called me, told me what you had done I would’ve
you had told me about your little adventure, and maybe even apologised, I
wouldn’t have left in the first place. I would’ve forgiven you if I saw that
you were truly regretful, that it was a mistake but instead you hid it from me
like you had done it on purpose!”
I did it on purpose?!” She shouted back.
know, did you?” He hissed, “Because as far as I remember you’re the one that
followed along, the one to sit on his lap even though you knew you had a
boyfriend waiting at home for you to come back!”
“If you had
been waiting you wouldn’t have seen that.” And she regretted that immediately,
because out of all the ways one could interpret that sentence, she was
confident Dean would pick the most scandalous one.
there to apologise.” Dean mumbled, lowering his voice tone, “I was willing to
give those friends of yours a chance… I wanted you to trust me again, to stop
to stop fighting too, Dean… But I was so hurt, you would’ve done the same.”
Dean huffed loudly.
never ever even considered looking at some other girl. EVER!” He cried, “You
were my one and only, (Y/N). No matter how though things got, I wouldn’t have
ever betrayed you like so.”
She fumed, “I didn’t… I… What was I supposed to do?”
away!” Dean roared, “Beat his ass like you do with monsters! Give me my place
as your partner! I don’t know! But you definitely don’t follow the kiss!”
“I did it!
All of that! At the bathroom, I made sure to break at least three of his
bones!” She barked, “Next time you think of being an asshole do
your research first!” And that was the last drop.
No!” Dean bursted, “I’m not the asshole, I’m never the asshole! You do as you
wish with me; Sometimes you make me feel like the most amazing man in the world
and some others I’m only good because I’m with you! But not anymore. I’m tired
of being your puppet, of doing everything you want me to do and apologising for
things I shouldn’t apologise for!” Dean was red in anger, tears streaming down
his face, “You manipulate me and make me think it’s all my fault, but this,” he
gestured the two of them, “it’s a two-people work, not one and definitely not
everything for you, Dean!” She cried.
“And so did
I!” He continued, “I gave my whole self for you, (Y/N). My life, my health, my
everything… I gave it all to you and you used it and threw it away like it was
a pile of trash! We had something special, (Y/N). In our own twisted way, we
had something beautiful and you destroyed it, and now you want me to think it’s
all my fault. For what, huh? For fighting because I knew they weren’t good? For
taking care of you? For wanting you to stay safe? If that’s the case then I’m
guilty, but we both know that’s not what shattered our relationship.”
me like I’m the villain, Dean.” She mumbled.
are.” And with that, Dean walked away.
back to the bunker after a few days, forgiving his brother for trying to help
him fix his relationship once more. But that wasn’t what Dean wanted anymore.
Yes, he would keep her in his heart forever, embracing the tiny bit of love he
had left for her, but for once he was willing to give himself his own place, to
actually defend his position as a human being that deserves more than a
manipulative relationship where he was always the bad guy. Dean took good care
of whatever was left of their love, and build himself a barrier with it. He didn’t
need her anymore, and even if he still dreamed of waking up next to her, he
contact with the brothers. She moved to another place, began a new life and
tried with all his might to forget about him, even though his green eyes and
whiskey scent would haunt her dreams. She missed him; she ached his absence and
most of all she punished herself every day for screwing up not once but twice.
She would make up different version of the last conversation they had,
realizing that a few different words would’ve made a huge difference.
Warnings: Minor swearing… This may suck
Characters: Sam & Dean Winchester, Castiel, Sister Winchester Reader
Summary: You are Castiel’s soul mate
Readers Age: 16 years old
Word Count: 1219
Y/N: Your Name
A/N: So I’ve concluded that I only have a VERY bad case of writers block, thank you all for the kind things you said! I’m sorry if this is bad! Enjoy!
Ever since Cas met you, he knew you were different, you just… Stood out. To him, it felt like something was radiating off of you, something that made him want to always be knew you. It wasn’t until recently, Castiel figured out why.
You, were his soul mate. Usually, this isn’t a problem to most people, but the fact that you’re Sam and Dean’s baby sister, and only well… Sixteen, puts a huge hole in it.
Cas has been keeping his distance from you for some reason, you don’t know why, you and him are pretty close. He never sleeps so you always have someone to talk to, he will run quick errands for you, he does everything. So Cas being distance is weird, you decided to confront him about it.
You looked up from your homework, and scanned the room. Sam was sitting next to you, finding a case, Dean was across from you, and Castiel was nowhere in sight. “Do you know where Cas is?” You asked, Dean looked up at you then shook his head from side to side.
Sam hummed before speaking, “Y'know, now that I think about it, I haven’t seen him in awhile. You two are usually joined at the hip.” Sam remarked, you rolled your eyes.
“Why don’t you call him?” Dean suggested, you leaned back in your chair.
“I don’t know… He’s been distant, like he doesn’t want to hang out with me.” You explained, your brothers nodded.
“Y/N, just call him and ask him.” Dean said, looking back at the lore book his was reading.
“Fine!” You gave in, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, “Cas, can you come here? I got something to ask you.” You peaked one eye open and looked around before opening the other eye. Sam looked around too, “See, he won’t answer-“ You were cut off by a familiar voice.
“Hello.” Castiel greeted, you looked at the Angel standing in front of you. “What do you need, Y/N?”
“Well, uh…” You looked at your brothers who gave you silent support, “Why have you been ignoring me?” You blurted out. Cas instantly tensed up, and avoided eye contact, “Cas, answer the question.” You demanded.
“Y/N, if it’s okay with you, I would like to speak with your brothers, alone.” Cas looked between the three of you.
You looked to your brothers who nodded, you sighed and got up, and left.
…Sam & Dean’s POV…
“So, what’s up, Cas?” Sam asked, leaning back in his chair and putting his hands behind his head to stretch.
“There’s something I need to tell you two.” Cas pull a chair to sit at the head of the table. “This is probably going to upset the both of you.”
“Cas, just tell us already.” Dean cut to the chase.
“I believe Y/N is my soul mate.” Cas told them, your brothers instantly tensed up. Dean repositioned himself and popped his neck.
“You wanna run that by us again?” Dean kept a straight face.
“Every Angel has a soul mate, mine… Happens to be Y/N.” Cas explained.
“She’s sixteen Cas!” Dean shouted, “I don’t care what you think she is, she’s definitely not your soul mate!”
“Cas you just can’t assume something like that, she’s a kid and you’re, probably thousands of years old.” Sam chimed in equally as mad but his voice stayed calmer than Dean’s.
“I’m not assuming, I know.” Cas raised his voice a little.
“So, what? You’re going to date a sixteen year old because I’ll be damned if I let that happen.” Dean’s voice was firm and filled with rage.
“No, obviously it won’t happen until she is older.” Cas said, staying calm.
Dean shook his head, “No, no! My little sister isn’t going to date Angel! That’s just… Weird.”
“Dean, technically when she gets older, we won’t have a choice about who she dates-“ Sam was cut off.
“The hell I don’t! I’m her brother! I can say if she can date someone or not!” Dean stood up.
Little did they know, you were standing in the hall, listening. Once you heard Dean say what he just did, you turned the corner to reveal yourself, “Really, Dean? You don’t have a say-so in who I date!” Dean’s eyes widened once he saw you. “You aren’t my dad, you both aren’t. And Cas, why the hell would you think I’m your soul mate? Those don’t even exists!”
Cas cleared his throat, “Well, to know if you have a soul mate-“ You cut him off.
“Y’know what, actually, I don’t care. Cas, I’m sixteen, you’re too old for me to even think about dating-“ Cas interrupted you.
“Y/N, I don’t want to date, not… Now… Anyway…” Cas mumbled the last part. Your eyes widened, you didn’t know what to think, someone you thought of as a brother… Your soul mate?
“Then… I… I need clear my head.” You stuttered, you spun around and bolted up the bunker stairs and outside.
You walked down the road, and turned into the forest. You walked, and walked, thinking about everything that happened. You saw a crumbled retaining wall, well only one piece of the wall was still in tact. You walked over to the retaining wall and sat on the top. Your feet hung about five feet above the ground, you had no idea what to think. Are you going to date him? Your brothers probably don’t approve. But who are they to tell you who to date? Are you going to date Cas for the sole purpose of annoying your brothers? All these thoughts ran through your mind, until a twig snapped.
You spun around and saw Sam standing behind you, he gave you a weak smile. Sam walked over and sat next to you, he didn’t say a word. “How’d you find me?” You broke the silence.
“Followed you since you left.” Sam simply replied, not looking at you. “I know this is probably really weird to you, but, you don’t have to date him…”
“But… We’re soul mates, doesn’t that mean like, we have to be together?” You turned your head and looked at him.
“Honestly, Y/N. No. Maybe you will feel different when you’re older but right now you shouldn’t be worrying about soul mates, hell, you shouldn’t even be worrying about boyfriends.” Sam chuckled, he tilted his head slightly as he stared off into the trees.
“Then… What should I do?” You asked, your voice low as you stared at the ground beneath you.
Sam sighed, “Nothing. Just wait until you’re older, at least older enough to date Castiel without it being creepy. Just… If you want, let’s go back to the way things were. Before all this soul mate crap.” Sam suggested.
You nodded, “Yeah, that’d be nice.” You agreed, Sam smiled and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.
“Alright, then that’s what will happen. C'mon, it’s getting dark.” Sam stood up and held a hand out for you to take. You took his hand and he helped you up, before you two started walking, Sam pulled you into a big Moose hug. Sam kissed the top of your head and pulled out of the hug, he wrapped his arm tightly around your shoulders and you both walked back home.
Requested by @mattiepieluv: “I had the best idea for a drabble/oneshot so every angel gas a soulmate and this soul never dies it just goes to a new bodies everytime the old one dies. Cas finds out the reader is his new soulmate. Problem is she’s the boy’s sister. And she’s 16.
A/N: I’m gonna do a part 2 so that’s why some of the stuff you may have wanted isn’t in this one!
I hope y'all like this one! I’m open for tips on improving! b>
Anonymous said: Y/n is a humble, selfless kind badass hunter. She has been dating dean for 2 years(They love each other!) but they fight one night and after y/n goes to apologize(its not her fault)she walks in on dean having sex with another girl. Dean did bc he was angry at y/n but realized he made a mistake. Sam is Y/n BFF so he trys comforting her/mad at dean. Y/n had a horrifying life before hunting and had no one so she feels alone like no one cares. She takes out all her anger out on hunts which is scary.
A/N:Tbh, I think I SUCKED at writing this one, but anyways… I had another request that included Dean cheating, but I think I don’t think I’m gonna combine them since Dean cheating would be his fault and that doesn’t add up to the other one, so, here it goes!
That was the only word on your mind as you opened the door of your motel room. It wasn’t possible. It wasn’t fucking possible. You blinked a couple of times, hoping that what you saw wasn’t real, but it was. You had come to apologize for something that wasn’t even your fault and instead found this.
Dean looked at you from the bed with a deer in the headlights look, and the girl underneath him shifted uncomfortably. His shirt and jeans were thrown on the floor, leaving him with only his boxer. For the tiniest fraction of a second, you marveled at how hot his body was, but then you realized what was happening.
“We’re over,” you said, your voice shaking with anger. You felt your heart breaking, and it physically hurt you. You slammed the door behind you and ran into Sam’s room, locking the door as fast as you could.
“Y/N? Y/N what’s wrong?” Sam was at your side in less than a second, and you finally crumbled down, tears streaming through your face as you tried your hardest to breathe.
“Y/N! Baby, please!” You heard Dean banging on the door, but it only made you feel even weaker. “Sammy, open the door!”
Sam ignored his brother and took you in his arms, acting like the best friend he was. You continued crying until there were no tears left. At about three in the morning Sam fell asleep next you, and without making the tiniest sound possible, you slipped away from him. Your back arched from leaning on the door, but at this moment that didn’t matter. You carefully took one of Sam’s bags, and put a few of his shirts in there along with some money.
“I’m sorry Sam,” you whispered so silently that you almost didn’t hear your own voice. You leaned down and gave him a soft kiss on his cheek. “Thank you for being there for me.”
You climbed out of the small motel window, taking a few minutes to adjust to the darkness. You sighed as you looked back. You loved Dean with all your heart, but you couldn’t get hurt, not once again. Tears pooled on your eyes once again, and you let them roll down as you started to walk away from the motel.
Not more than two months had passed and you already had formed a big reputation as a hunter. Before you had met the Winchester you had never really hunted that much, being too conflicted about who–what– you killed. But now you were not that fragile glass doll anymore.
Sam and Dean had called, of course, but you’d ignored them. For some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to throw your cell phone away, though it probably was because the missed calls and messages made you feels less alone. But you knew deep in your soul that they didn’t care. Or at least Dean didn’t care enough to find you.
You stopped thinking about him as you parked in front of an old warehouse. Time to decapitate some vamps.
No more than two hours later you stepped out of the place, your shirt and pants covered in blood. As you placed your gun and machete on your stolen car’s trunk, the voice of Sam entered your mind.
You’re becoming too reckless, it whispered.
There had been two women and a teenager in the nest. You hadn’t felt the slightest feeling of remorse as you killed them, and it was starting to scare you. You shook your head, clearing your thoughts as you started the engine. Before you could do anything, however, you saw a ’67 Chevy Impala pulling up behind you.
So, apparently Dean did care enough.
You knew stepping on the pedal would be useless, so you only sighed as he approached your car. Fighting back tears, you pushed the driver’s door open, climbing out with a shaky breath. You leaned against the car, taking notice of Sam’s absence.
“Hello, Dean,” you whispered before clearing your throat. “What are you doing here?”
“Y/N, I want to apologize,” Dean said, stopping about a foot away from you.
“You cheated on me, Dean,” you said, your voice stronger now. “You went and had sex with another woman even though you knew I loved you! Did you know that I was actually gonna apologize?! I was ready to get over our petty little argument, even though it wasn’t my fault, AND I CATCH YOU FUCKING ANOTHER WOMAN!”
Dean flinched at your words, looking down. It made you feel powerful, but also somewhat bad. You still loved Dean, even after what he did.
“I know what I did was wrong,” Dean said, finally looking up again. “But Y/N, I love you. I love you more than anything in the world, and trust me, I do. Please, is there any way that you could forgive me?”
“Dean…” your voice broke. You wanted him back, you knew that, but there was still so much anger in you. “I’m going to need time.”
“Yeah, I-I get that,” Dean sighed, extending his arms towards you. “…at least a hug?”
You looked at him for several seconds, before tentatively reaching out. Being in Dean’s arms again gave you a sense of comfort, even if you were sure it would take a while to give you a sense of trust.
SPN’s closeness to Blake Snyder’s Beat Sheet sequences in seasonal form is kind of awesome.
I’ve mentioned before that SPN basically acts like an extremely long movie and this is what I meant. Part of film theory is applying a certain lens to a work to view it from that perspective. It’s kind of amazing how well Supernatural adheres to Blake Snyder’s structural beat sheet if you view it through that lens. It’s almost hilarious at times.
Summery: Sam is surprised that Dean has chosen the reader, a shy, innocent girl, when he usually goes for women with more… experience. Voicing this makes the reader determined to prove she can be the type of girl Dean goes for, if only she wasn’t so clumsy.
Dean X Reader
Warnings: Dean gets a broken leg, mentions of blood. Kinda embarrassing? The reader falls a lot. Reader tries to be sexy. Suffice to say it doesn’t work out.
Anonymous asked: Just wondering when you’re going to post part 2 to never been kissed? IM JUST REALLY EXCITED!!!!!❤️ And if you don’t mind since the reader is always in the book store and all, could she been super intellectual when she talks sometimes. And idk I like medical stuff so maybe that of u can! I understand if you don’t want to.
anonymous asked: I’m glad you’re doing a PART 2 Of never been kissed. If you haven’t already finished it, can you include like the reader trying to be sexy for Dean (but kind of fails). Because Sam says “I’m surprised he’s going for a girl as nice and innocent as you. He usually loves a busty blonde with experience.” Or something along those lines..? And if you can make more of those innuendos she doesn’t understand!
Moving into the bunker had to be the best decision you ever made. Not only did you get to add to the already massive library and read any book that you wanted, it meant that you were close to Dean, which was much better than if you had been still living in your store. Sure, you liked the peace and quiet when the boys left on a hunt, having the whole bunker to yourself was awesome! But you especially loved when they returned back, it put your mind at ease and made sleeping a lot easier when you were wrapped in the hunters arms, when you could hear Dean’s steady breathing and feel the way his arms wrapped around you on instinct, tightening as he pulled you closer.
That was about as intimate as the two of you had gotten, aside from, you know… making out.
Its not that you didn’t want to be intimate, you certainly had thought about it a few times, you just weren’t sure you when the right time was let alone what you were suppose to do once the metaphorical ‘ball’ was rolling.
It was even worse when you found out exactly how promiscuous Dean’s past had been.
“What do you mean?” you questioned to Sam.
It was quiet in the library where the two of you sat, Dean had bounded off in need of a good shower, but not before inviting you with him, although when you explained that it would be crowed he simply laughed, mumbling ’innocent’ under his breath before leaving you and Sam alone to chat.
“Its just weird is all.”
“You said that.”
“I mean its just a surprise that Dean went for a girl like you, you’re so sweet and innocent you know?”
You folded your arms over your chest, slightly offended. There was that word again. Innocent.
“No, I don’t know.”
“Well, its just… Dean usually goes for blond, busty bombshells, you know? He loves women who are sexy and have experience, and well, no offence Y/N, but Dean was your first kiss so I doubt you’re… deflowered.”
Your heart sank in your chest.
“How… ahem” you cleared your suddenly dry throat “How many girls has Dean been with exactly?”
Sam gave you a sympathetic look and your heart dropped even further.
“That many huh?” you said sadly.
“Dean’s always been like that.”
“Has he even been really… committed?”
“Once, for about a year.”
“Things uh… things didn’t work out.”
You nodded sadly.
“Is… Dean… is Dean going to leave me?”
“What? No! come on Y/N.”
You didn’t know why you didn’t fully believe Sam. But if Dean wanted a busty bombshell, then that’s what he was going to get.
It was all a strategy game, a game based on a pure give and receive basis. You would be the giver and Dean, the receiver. You basically had it down to a science, all that was needed was for your plan to be put into action.
Sure, your plan was practically flawless, but that didn’t make you feel any less ridiculous as you walked down the hall in extremely high heels, tight jeans and a low V-neck t-shirt that showed a little more than you were use to, even more so when you were wearing a push up bra, emphasis on push, these puppies were practically falling out. You tried to put as much swing in your hips as you could without tripping.
“Dean?” you asked, popping your head around the corner and into the library.
“Yeah?” he said without looking up from the laptop in front of him.
You walked out, heels clacking causing Dean to look up and suck in a breath, eyes immediately travelling up and down your body.
Breathe, stay calm, follow the plan.
“Y/N…” Dean breathed “What are you-”
Pushing Dean’s laptop aside you slid onto the table placing your feel on either side of Dean’s legs, hooking them so they stayed on the chair. You were happy to see that Dean had been wearing his FBI suit for the case they just finished, also adorning his ensemble was his tie, you immediately grabbed it, bending forward so you could look at Dean who had a hard time keeping eye contact when he could see down your shirt.
“Y/N…” he breathed again, shifting in his chair.
“Yes?” you asked innocently.
Dean’s mouth bobbed, the only sound escaping his lips were a mix of a moan and a growl. Dean quickly grabbed your hips, his warm hands seeping through the fabric of your thin shirt as he pulled you forward to straddle his lap.
Dean had a firm grip on your hips, his hands digging in slightly as he kissed you, your hands cupped his face as Dean turned to deepen the kiss, snaking his tongue along your bottom lip. Dean wrapped his hands around your thighs, lifting you up.
This, you had not calculated for.
Your leg kicked out causing Dean to stumble and drop you on the table with a thump as your head hit the table rather hard. Dean continued to fall forward, face planting in your chest. And of course that’s when Sam decided to walk in.
“Dude we work here!”
Pushing up Dean pulled you forward, a blush creeping across both your faces.
Well that was a bust.
Plan B. You always had a plan B. Technically speaking most plan B’s didn’t really work out, but after careful consideration, you decided that this had to work.
“Hey Dean?” you asked, this time peaking around the corner and into his room. You had ditched the heels and tight pants, opting now for shorts and a low cut t-shirt.
“Hey good looking,” Dean said as he looked at you “Wanna rock the bed?”
Your eyes narrowed slightly.
“How the hell do you rock a bed?”
“Bed are not meant to ‘be rocked’, beds are a sturdy structure intended for sleep Dean.”
“No I just- never mind.”
You and Dean started at each other for a few minutes before you broke the silence.
“Wanna watch a movie?”
“Heh, I know what that means.” he said with a wink. You furrowed your brows.
“It means I want to watch a movie?”
Dean’s smile faltered for a minute before he laughed and stood.
Dean sat on the couch, his legs kicking up onto the coffee table.
“What movie you wanna watch?” you questioned as you stood in front of the tv.
“Your pick sweetheart, oh and do you mind if I slide into your shorts later?”
“I don’t really think you would fit in them.”
Dean’s mouth hung open for a moment, deciding to ignore your comment.
“I think we should watch…” you trailed off, bending over to look at the display of movies and giving Dean a better look at your display.
“Ah, how about Star Trek V?”
Silence came on Dean’s part.
“Dean?” you questioned, turning around to a very distracted Dean.
“Hmm? Star- whatever- sounds good.”
Turning away you smirked. This was going a lot better.
Placing the movie into the DVD player you sat back down.
“Well would you look at that, the remotes all the way over there. I’ll get it.”
You placed your hands on Dean’s upper thigh and squeezed, using it as leverage to push yourself up. Dean sucked in a breath and in your haste you didn’t notice Dean’s shoes he had kicked off earlier. You ended up tripping and landing flat on your face.
“Oh my god Y/N! Are you okay?!” Dean asked, jumping off the couch to help you up.
“I think my nose is bleeding.” you mumbled as Dean laughed.
Maybe you weren’t sexy.
Time to get your act together Y/N, you can do this, you’ve embarrassed yourself twice already, Dean wants a sexy girl, not someone who is only good for falling on their face!
You were all sitting in the library, Sam and Dean both looking for new cases, with no luck.
Glancing over to Sam who was engrossed in his work you rubbed your leg up against Dean’s, slowly travelling higher and higher as you continued to flip through your book on recent medical breakthroughs, not really material to get your motor running but if you were gonna patch the boys up it was worth a read.
You heard Dean suck in a breath when your leg reached his knee, you could practically feel his gaze on you, Sam was none the wiser.
“You know Dean, its very impolite to stare.” you quipped, flipping the page of your book, eyes refusing to meet his.
What were you suppose to do now? Where was your leg suppose to go? Should you make your way back down his leg or keep going up? And if you did go up, when the hell were you suppose to stop?
You could feel your cheeks flame up at your own idiocy.
That’s when your shoe fell off and made a loud thump under the table.
Sam looked to you, a confused expression dancing across his features before he looked under the table.
In your panic you jerked your leg down, stomping on Dean’s bare feet.
“Ow!” he yelled causing you to jump up and bump the table, spilling Dean’s beer all over his pants.
“Hey!” he yelled again, this time shooting up, hands thrown in the air as he stared at his soaked pants.
“What just happened?” Sam questioned as he crawled out from under the table to look at you.
“W-what? Nothing!” you yell nervously as you run to grab a towel.
“Dean I’m so sorry, let me help.” you say as you start to dab his pants. You couldn’t see the way Dean’s eyes widen and shoot to Sam’s. Dean grabbed your hands.
“I am so sorry, this is all my fault, I’m such an idiot thinking I could be sexy like all the other girls you go out with.” you muttered angrily.
For someone who was suppose to be a genius, you were an idiot. You continued to dab Dean’s pants, not noticing Sam leaving the room stiffly.
“Oh my god Y/N you have to stop.” Dean practically moaned.
This caused your head to whip up and drop the towel.
Was this making Dean… aroused?
You stared wide eyed at Dean. You were just rubbing his- oh my god.
You ran to your room and locked the door.
There was a soft knock on your door but you ignored it.
You could hear Dean sigh and rattle the door handle, luckily you locked it.
“Y/N, can we talk about what’s gotten into you? How could you believe that I don’t find you sexy?”
“Have you seen me? I’m not really the epitome of sexy.” you muttered angrily.
“What has gotten into you all of a sudden?”
“Nothing has ‘gotten into me’ Dean, I’m just reacting to an increase in Norepinephrine which causes my heart rate to increase which, evidently, makes me clumsier.”
“Um…” Dean trailed off, confused.
“There are a lot of chemicals racing around my brain and body right now because that’s what happens when you’re in love-”
You stopped suddenly, face flushing as your eyes widened.
“j-just go away!” you yelled, mortified. You just told Dean you loved him! The man who had commitment issues!
The door handle rattled then swung open as Dean walked in. You hid under the covers.
“Did you pick my lock!”
You felt the bed shift at Dean’s weight.
“Come out from under the covers.”
Dean pulled the covers down and you stared at him, arms crossed.
“Did you just say you loved me?”
You looked away stubbornly. “Do you love me?” Dean asked, voice barely a whisper. He sounded sad, almost as if he doubted your feelings for him.
You gave in and looked at Dean, nodding your head slowly causing Dean to smile crookedly.
“I love you too.”
“We’ll be back in a flash.” Dean mumbled, kissing the top of your head. “Come back in one piece.” you mutter, burying your face in his chest. “I don’t know, I was hoping we could play doctor.”“I don’t really think I’m qualified to give medical diagnostics Dean…”Dean chuckled. “Me and Sam will be back in once piece.” “Good.”
The last conversation you had with Dean was scrambling through your mind as you ran around the bunker in search for the big medical box you kept, grabbing it you ran to Dean who was placed on the library table.
“You said you’d come back in once piece.” you mumbled numbly as your fingers unlocked the box.
Dean breathed heavily.
“Its just… a sprain.” Dean said, wincing.
You cut the bottom of his jeans, eyes widening in horror before you quickly resumed your composure.
“Dean, no matter what, do not sit up.”
“What why?” Dean said as he tried to sit up.
“Dean I’m serious, stay still.”
It must have been the tone in your voice because Dean settled back down with a groan, his breathing irregular.
You looked over to Sam who stared at you wide eyed.
“Sam, I need you to support his leg.”
Sam moved over to the table and held Dean’s leg gently.
“Okay Sam, he has a open fracture, we need to clean it as soon as we can or else there can be a serious infection.”
Sam nodded, growing pale as blood continued to seep from the wound.
“Sam, I need to know what happened.”
“Why is that-”
“ I need to know if there are any other serious injuries!”
“Right, okay! We were ganking vampires and one threw Dean down a flight of stairs-”
“Oh my god- he could have cracked ribs, they could puncture into his lungs!”
You quickly unbuttoned Dean’s shirt, relief flooding over you when you noticed there was no bruises or any swollenness.
“Whoa little lady, not really the time to get frisky.
You ignored him.
“Dean, are you breathing okay? Its not hard to breath?”
“No, but my leg ain’t feeling to great.” Dean wheezed.
“Okay, good new, you don’t have a cracked rib, bad news, your legs broken.”
“How do you know all this stuff!?” Sam yelled, eyes panicked as they bore into yours.
“What do you mean how do I know that, I literally live in a book store! I read!” you yelled.
You opened a few bandages and alcoholic wipes, making sure they were sterile before you cleaned and pressed the bandages to Dean’s leg.
“Sam I need you to go get me a towel to support Dean’s leg.”
Sam ran off, following your instructions.
“Dean, I know you hate it, but we need to get you to the hospital-”
“Dean Winchester there is literally a bone sticking out of your leg! You are going to the hospital!”