who were you even trying to kid sam

Being Human... Almost

Summary: Sam and Dean finally return, bringing more drama to Jack and you while he was finally getting used to his powers.

Words: 1350

Pairing: Jack x Reader

Originally posted by godshipsit

Warnings: Angsty, Season 13 Spoilers

A/N: So, I felt like writing a second part to this. maybe there will be a third even. We will see how this goes.

Becoming Human… Almost (You should probably read this first)

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Invisible, Chapter Twenty Two

Summary: Cursed as a child, you have lived your entire life invisible and alone. When deaths start happening in your town, the Winchesters come rolling in to investigate. What will happen when Dean is the first one who has been able to see you since you were a kid? Will Sam believe that you’re real? Will Dean believe you when you tell him you haven’t killed anyone? And why, after all of this time, is Dean Winchester the only one who can see you?

Invisible Masterlist - Previous Chapter

word count: ~2100

warnings: some more smut, just for you wonderful people: unprotected sex and mentions of a lot more sex

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Someone’s Always Leaving

Originally posted by frozen-delight

This is for @chaos-and-the-calm67​ Bev’s Milestone Celebration. I chose the quote, ‘It was odd to be in a room full of people who all seemed to look up to my dad like he was some kind of hero. A part of me wanted to see him through their eyes just for a moment. I tried to picture him as…’. The quote was slightly changed so it wasn’t ‘me, my’, but ‘you, your’. Also, there was a gif given which’ll be in the fic itself…I know it kinda looks like a dude…but just imagine the kid is gender neutral, cos that’s what the reader is. 

Characters: Y/n (GENDER NEUTRAL READER), Bobby, Sam, Dean, Cas, Crowley

Pairing: No Pairing    Sam x Y/n (father-kid relationship)    Bobby x Y/n (father-kid relationship)

Warnings: Angsty angst…fluff here and there, but mostly angst. Abandonment over and over, resentment, character death, grieving, hatred, angst, more angst, broken relationships and just a mess of shit between everyone. 

Word count: 3600

Summary: Sam is the one who takes you in when you lose your parents. But he lets you down time and time again. 

A/N: Ok, so, this ended up hella longer than I imagined it being…But there’s mostly angst and nothing else really…Also, reader kinda talks shit about the Winchesters, so if u think the Winchesters are the world’s saviours, u might hate reader…Hope u like it!!

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You knew it was awful. You knew it was wrong.

Of course, most teenagers had their problems with their parents.

But you? Well, you hated him.

You didn’t dislike him. You weren’t just annoyed because he didn’t let you buy something.

You genuinely hated him. And to be honest, you knew it wasn’t good.

Hating the man you used to think of as your father. It was awful.

But then again, maybe you didn’t think of him as a father.

He was the one who took you in. He was the one who promised to protect you. He was the one who was supposed to play that role.

Except, he didn’t.

Every time you expected him to protect you, he didn’t.

He always left you behind.

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As It Seems: Chapter 7

Table of Contents

Según Parece: Lista De Contenidos

Summary: You wake Sam up and try to convince him to take the drug and get his memories back

Word Count: 2412

Warnings: Mentions of drug use

Beta’d By: @kclaire1 who pointed out some very important things I’d missed in this chapter


~Reader’s POV~

How do you know when someone is really asleep? I mean, unless you’ve slept with them multiple times and know their habits, it’s impossible to tell. Sure, I knew Dean’s sleep patterns in the other timeline, but I didn’t know if they were the same over here. Since Dean had been breathing slow and steady for the past half hour, I figured he was asleep enough that I could move without waking him up. After all, it only took about ten minutes of sleep for Dean to be completely dead to the world in the other timeline.

After the minor blow-out in Bobby’s panic room, I’d thought that sharing a room with the brothers would be awkward. Of course, if this had been any other day, then sharing a room with my boss and his brother who I didn’t know would have been awkward.

But I did know Sam. Well, I knew the Sam from the other timeline. It was weird. Here I’d just met him a few days ago. But suddenly I had all of these memories of the two of us playing pranks on Dean and on each other. Him lecturing Dean about eating healthier. I could remember me stitching him up after a hunt.

A hunt.

We hunted monsters.

I hunted monsters.

It was weird.

But it also wasn’t.

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Title: Taken – If It Can Bleed Part Four

Characters/Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader, Sam

Word Count: 1 920

Warnings: Mentions of blood and a dead body, Dean is angry

Series Summary: The reader is a genetically enhanced assassin who’s on the run from her creator, but what will happen when she get’s taken back to the bunker by Sam and Dean? Or falls for one of the Winchesters…

Author’s Note: Sorry I didn’t have a new part of this series out last week, I took a bit of a writing break, but here’s part four! If you want to be tagged in the following parts of this please send me an Ask or add yourself to This List. Feedback is always appreciated, and enjoy!

If It Can Bleed: Part One | Part Two | Part Three

If you would like to read any of my other fics please check out my Masterlist!

*Gif is not mine, all gifs used on my blog are from Google Images.*

     Dean was angry. And hurt. And confused.

     You didn’t do him the injustice of slipping into his mind – you never had, not for either one of the boys. Even the first day you’d met them, when you were beaten and bloody, your accelerated healing inexplicably gone and two men holding you in an underground bunker, you still hadn’t invaded their thoughts. You’d always felt it was an abuse of power, especially on humans – or rather, humans that hadn’t had their lives stolen and their DNA magically altered. But you didn’t need that particular ability to read Dean’s emotions today. Not only could you see them flashing across his face in an unchecked vulnerability, you could smell them.

     The rage, the pain, the shock. They practically radiated from his body like a beacon of your betrayal and there was no way you could block your heightened senses, no matter how many times you’d tried since you woke up in that tiny metal cell all those years ago. This was who you were now – what you were now - whether you accepted it or not, and now Dean was burdened with the same knowledge you lived with every day.

     You were a monster.

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More Than This

Pairing: Sam Holland X Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: (inspired by More Than This by 1D, and by Perks of Being a Wallflower) The reader discovers their ex had been cheating, and cannot help but wonder if there’s more to love than heartbreak.

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count:1,619

More Than This

When he lays you down I might just die inside. It just don’t feel right, ‘cause I can love you more than this

You awoke from a long needed nap to a text from a friend.
“We need to talk asap”
Their sense of urgency convinced you to give them a call instead of text back and forth.
“I caught them making out outside the pub around the corner.”
“Are you sure it was him, I mean like did you really get a good look at him?”
“It was definitely him. I’m so sorry.”

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Magnetic  Chapter 9: Death By Toilet

Dean Winchester x Reader

2000 Words

Chapter Summary: Ignoring Dean’s obvious dislike of the victim, the two of you keep him safe while Sam takes care of the spirit. Yet, things change during the heat of the moment.

Story Summary: After your Dad was killed, you were shocked to learn all about his hidden life. Deciding to follow in his footsteps, you turn to a life of hunting, surprised at how well you adapted. Then comes along Sam and Dean Winchester, turning your life upside down. You and Dean don’t get along at first, but then things soon start to change.

Author’s Note: Thanks for checking this story out! I’m having a blast writing it, and I’m always open to comments or suggestions. 

Catch Up Here: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

You rushed over to Derek, not taking the time to see if Dean was behind you. Pulling on Derek’s shirt, you cussed when you couldn’t pry him out of the water. The force holding him down was too strong.

“Y/N, get back!” Dean yelled, and you stepped back just in time for him to shoot at the spirit. You heard an unearthly scream before it vanished, leaving Derek gasping for air. Helping him to his knees, you patted his back to help release some of the water still in his lungs.

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Keep You Safe (Part 3)

Characters: Alpha! Sam, Alpha Dean, Beta! Cas, Omega! Reader

A/N. This is an A/B/O fic. Standard A/B/O warnings apply.  I am using Kittenofdoomage’s A/B/O Universe rules. This is my first attempt at telling a story in the first person so bear with me.

There is smut coming, I swear! I’m building up to it!

“I’m sure you have questions about what happened back there.” Sam said to me.

Not as many as you would think. I thought to myself. “Can we go back to your place and talk?  I asked.

“Sure, we can do that.” Dean replied.

I didn’t say much on the drive back.  I was still trying to decide if I could trust these guys.  Not trusting people had kept me alive so far, so I wasn’t in a big hurry to give that up. When we got back to the motel, I sat down on one of the beds, and Dean handed me a beer. I took a long pull. “Thanks.” I said gratefully.

Dean stared at me. “I gotta say, your taking this all pretty calmly.”

I looked him square in the face. “I know that guy you knifed was a demon.  So was the douchebag who hurt me at the bar. You probably knifed him too.  That’s why I was bloody.”

Sam and Dean wore identical expressions of surprise. “What are you?” Sam finally asked.

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Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, sister!reader

Word Count: 366

Warnings: fluff, outdoors (that place is scary)

Summary: After being cooped up in the bunker for a long time, you go outside and enjoy the outdoors

Notes: So this is my first one shot on this website that now owns my soul. I love writing these types of things so if you want one feel free to make a request! Also I know my grammar probably isn’t 100% correct, but I tried. 

Originally posted by blissfullyignoran-t

Originally posted by samwinchesterappreciation

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His Lap (Bucky x Reader)

A/N: I quite like this one, so I hope you enjoy it as well. Also, thanks to @imagine-assembling-the-avengers for motivating me to still post this regardless of some doubts I had about the plot, so I hope it lived up to what you thought it could be. Enjoy, beautiful munchkins!

Summary: Bucky Barnes hadn’t always been a saint, but as far as you could tell, he sure worked up to earning the title. But images fade; especially when they’re hiding a murderer. (First Fic)

Warnings: Swearing. Mention of death (kinda). (Let me know if there is anything you need to be tagged. I want you to feel comfortable reading my work.)

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Team free will-Rumours


Pairings: Team free will x young reader

Word count:1124

Request:Can you do a TFWxReader where the reader is sorta insecure about herself but TFW love her just the way she is and do everything they can to help her see her personal beauty. Really fluffy please ilysmmm xx

Request:Can you write where the reader is the younger between 18-20 and the boys are really protective of her when she starts dating a boy from her(college) but turns out he is a douche and spreads rumors about her, its up to you about what. Angst and fluff

‘’Hey sweetie’’Sam smiled as he walked into the kitchen. You laughed at his tall state. His hair was stuck up in different directions, eyes half lidded with sleep. 

Small yawns escaped his mouth every now and then but he still managed to greet you like he normally did. Apart from you, Sam was always the first one up. He got some breakfast and then went for his morning run. 

Sam ruffled your hair when he walked past, making it look similar to his as he grabbed a apple from the fruit bowl. He sat down, taking a chunk out of the apple as he picked up today’s newspaper. 

‘’Mornin’ Sammy’’You greeted, voice laced with sleepiness. Sam noticed as he looked up with a frown. 

‘’You okay?’’He asked, brows raised in concern. ‘’How much sleep did you get last night?’’He asked, protective more coming in again as he didn’t even bother to wait for you to answer the first question. 

You knew you had to answer now otherwise you’d get pounded with even more questions. You knew the boys just worried about you but sometimes it was over silly things.

‘’I’m fine, and I did sleep just went to bed kinda late’’You shrugged. Sam looked at you, absorbing in your figure as he tried to see whether you were lying. Once he detected no signs of lying he finally let it go. 

‘’How come?’’He asked, taking another bite from his apple. 

‘’I have a date, kinda nervous’’You breathed out, fiddling with your fingers. 

‘’A DATE!’’You heard from behind you the same time Sam had spat out the chunk of his apple. You cringed at the mess Sam made before turning around to see Dean stood there with a bewildered expression. 

‘’You’re are not going on a date!’’Dean exclaimed. You raised your brows giving him a ‘really?’ look. Dean mimicked your look but you wasn’t bothered, you’d still go on it anyway. 

‘’Dean’s right. You can’t’’Sam stated. You looked at the both of them with a absurd look. 

‘’I’ll do want I want thank you very much’’You scoffed. ‘’Unless you are literally going to tie me down, then I’m going and you can’t stop me’’You claimed as you got up so you could brush back your hair for collage. 

Sam sighed, knowing it was no use forbidding you since you would only rebel. That’s what happened to Sam so he knew from experience that if you tried to stop a Winchester then they would only rebel. 

‘’(y/n), what Dean was trying to say, was that you know the life we leave, don’t you think it’s a little risky dating?’’Sam asked, though he wasn’t really asking he was more telling. 

You shrugged before sighing. ‘’Look guys, I know what you mean okay. But 1. I can handle myself, and 2. if this guy does hurt me I’m pretty sure you guys will kill him-’’

‘’Damn right we will’’Dean scoffed. You rolled your eyes at your older brother before carrying on.

‘’And 3. It’s only a fun, small relationship. It’s nothing serious’’You explained. They both looked at each other before both giving their sighs. 

‘’Fine, but no funny business’’Dean warned as he held out his finger. ‘’If I find out you did anything with this guy then you’re both dead’’He threatened. 

‘’And no bringing him back to the bunker, you don’t know what he might be. Do not tell him about your real life and make sure you test him for silver and holy wa-’’

‘’Sammy, I know’’You chuckled, cutting off your older brother as you gripped his face between your warm hands and pressed a kiss to his forehead. ‘’Relax bro’’.

Sam rolled his eyes as he pried your hands from his face and gave you a kiss on the cheek goodbye. 

Dean mimicked his brothers actions as he waved you goodbye but couldn’t help the un-easy feeling in his stomach. 


You made your way back, eyes wet with unshed tears. You clutched your stomach as you tried not to break down. You had to hold it together otherwise your brothers would be mad that you didn’t listen to them earlier. 

You slipped into the bunker, trying your hardest to use your hunting skills to be quiet but it didn’t work since the moment you entered the bunker you were bombarded with three men pounding questions at you. 

You didn’t even know who was saying what but it was all so much on top of what happened that you just broke down then and there. The three men fell silent at your cry’s before Dean gripped your wrist gently and took you into your room. 

‘’hey, what happened?’’Dean questioned softly although he felt like murdering that kid. Sam and Cas both stared at you with soft concerned eyes, waiting for you to answer. 

Dean rubbed your back whilst Cas held your hand. 

‘’H-he was the one spreading stuff about me’’You whimpered, hand covering your face. Sam removed your hand as he stared at you with his puppy dog eyes. 

‘’(y/n), Baby don’t cry.’’Sam soothed. ‘’What did he say?’’He asked, anger welling up inside of him. 

‘’he told everyone that we did it and I gave him a disease and now nobody will come anywhere near me. They all keeping whispering about me and giving me dirty looks.’’You sobbed, your cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. 

‘’he said I was too pathetic for him, that I wasn’t pretty enough’’You continued, sniffling as more hot tears streamed down your face. ‘’He’s right’’You whimpered. 

All three men’s mouths fell open at your words. 

‘’That is no where near the truth, (y/n)’’Cas exclaimed. ‘’Do not say that about yourself!’’He gaped. 

‘’Cas it right, bug. This guys a dick, don’t believe anything he says!’’Dean agreed. 

‘’Kitten you’re gorgeous okay, we love you and you’re not pathetic at all. Think about how many times you’ve saved our asses. Would someone who’s pathetic be able to save the world?’’Sam asked. 

You shook your head slightly, the tears coming to a end as you looked down, ashamed. 

‘’This guy is obviously stupid to have let you go, (y/n). Any guy would kill to have someone like you. You’re beautiful, smart.. so you’re a little weird..’’Dean teased, nudging you. 

He grinned when he earned a giggle from you. 

‘’You feel better now?’’Sam chuckled softly. You nodded, wrapping your arms around them. 

‘’Thank you guys’’You whispered. 

‘’No problem, sis’’Dean winked as Sam pressed a loving kiss to your temple. 

‘’I shall be with you later’’Cas said as he removed himself from the group hug. 

‘’Where are you going?’’Dean questioned with furrowed brows. 

‘’I am going to smite this boy’’He stated with a nod. 

‘’Oh okay, be safe’’

okay so i want a million punk/ no power vigilante aus featuring:

Scappy skinny Steve, artist and full time justice warrior, who can take a hit and keep getting back up. Skinny little Steve Rogers that people don’t fuck with because the kids all sharp angles and boney elbows that he knows how to use. Little Steve Rogers with a mouth and an attitude that just won’t quite.

Actual Queen Peggy Carter who just oozes class and grace, even when she’s smiling with her red lips, the same color as her busted knuckles after she knocks some bastards teeth in, steps over the body in her pretty stiletto heels. Peggy Carter, who takes men down, and walks the girls the were harassing home.

Road Warrior Natasha who dresses like a biker queen on her black Harley, a bike men try to tell her is too much machine for her, right before she breaks fingers and cracks skulls. She’s got  a bitch face that can freeze your blood in your veins. Nastasha, who’ll mace you in the face without even breaking stride if you fuck with her neighborhood.

King of the streets Sam Wilson, who if you ask kids in the neighbor hood, they’ll swear he can fly, the way he jumps between the roof tops. Sam who’s door is always open to people who have no where to go because the bastard are afraid to cross his threshold. He’s a good soul but there is hell under his skin when the occasion calls for it and Sam Wilson doesn’t stand around when wrongs need righted.

Straight hitter Bucky Barnes who taught himself to fight one handed after he lost his arm. Bucky Barnes, who had to play both sides of the field, who had to be the bad guy to keep his head above water and who paid for it ten times over. Bucky Barnes who stands guard outside the little shops that are waiting on edge to get shaken down, flipping a knife in his fingers and wearing a face that dares people to try and start shit.


Caught In A Storm

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Words: 2,161

Song: Hooked On A Feeling

A/N: This is my first time writing a quirky character – bear with me! Hopefully you enjoy it, as I plan to make it into a series. By the way, I would NOT have been able to write this without Fem! She literally had to deal with me writing some of this tipsy, and even dealt with my dancing breaks. So really, let me know if this is all worth it – do you want a part two?

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“It’s just one more day.” Sam shut the Impala door.

“You said that three days ago!” Dean locked the car with a huff.

Sam swung open the door to the precinct. “You were the one who burned the wrong bones!”

Dean rolled his eyes and straightened his suit.

“Let’s just get this over with.” Dean strided towards the front desk.

A man not younger than fifty looked up from a computer that belonged to the last century.

“How can I help you?” He asked.

Sam took out his badge along with Dean.

“FBI?” The old officer furrowed his brows. “What brings you down here?”

“We need any files you have on the Rodriguez case. 1978.” Dean clasped his hands over the desk bar.  

“The FBI wants to know about a homicide case that was solved in the 80’s?”

Sam nodded while Dean looked to the side, then back at the man.

“I’ll pull up the files.” The man said and grabbed a key from his desk before retreating into a room behind his chair that seemed to be full of file cabinets.

Sam leaned an elbow against the bar while Dean looked around the precinct.

“It seems as if the FBI already checked out all the files on the Rodriguez case.” The man, Harvey according to his nametag, informed them.

“Who took them?” Dean raised a brow at Harvey.

“That woman, there.” He pointed towards the swinging door which Sam and Dean immediately sprinted towards.

“Hey!” Dean shouted, “Hey, lady!”

You turned around, gripping the yellow envelope. Two men stood before you.

“Are those the Rodriguez files?” The shorter one began reaching his hand towards them.

You stepped back. “They are.”

“We’re going to need you to hand those over.” He took out his badge. It glinted against the sunlight.

You politely smiled and took yours out as well. You flashed it towards both of them before lifting your hand so it flipped shut before tucking it back into your jacket.

The man exhaled.

“Look,” The taller one began, “We’ve been working on this case for nearly two weeks now and we desperately need those files.” He motioned to the envelope in your hands.

The shorter one was clenching his jaw tight.

“How do you feel about sharing them?” You asked.

“That would be perfect.” The taller one settled. “I’m Sam by the way, and that’s my brother Dean.” He stuck his hand out.

“Y/N.” You shook it.

_ _ _ _ _

Sam and Dean agreed to meet you at the library in a few hours, so you got into your car and drove to your motel.

The cheap FBI suit was beginning to itch and you nearly tore your skirt off. You kicked your heels off and heard them hit against the table leg with a loud thump.

“Finally.” You muttered and slipped on a pair of jeans. You tied your hair back and grabbed a water bottle before sitting down and opening the files. At least you would have a chance to read them over before having to share.

Two hours later you finally finished the stack and looked at the clock. It was shaped like the sun.

“Three?” You shot up from your seat. Shit. You told them you would be there by three. Quickly, you grabbed the envelope, your gun, and car keys before running to the car.

“Fuck!” You shouted and ran back inside. You forgot your shoes, wearing only your kitten covered socks. So, you grabbed your boots and slipped them on before running back out.

Hastily, you shoved the key into the ignition.

It seemed like you couldn’t drive fast enough. You managed to hit every red light and little old lady crossing the street.

_ _ _ _ _

“I knew we should’ve just taken the file and ran.” Dean was sitting on a table, one foot pressed against the floor. People shuffled around the shelves behind him.

“Dean.” Sam threw his brother a bitch-face. “She’s FBI. We aren’t.” He whispered.

Dean exhaled, “She doesn’t know that.” He checked his watch.

“Sorry!” Your voice rang from across the room. Dean looked up.

The librarian gave you a stern glance.

“Sorry!” You whispered loudly to her with wide eyes.

Dean smiled as he watched you stumble through the room. His green eyes locked with yours.

You dropped the envelope onto the table. “I was looking it over before I got here,” You pulled out a chair, “And apparently, there’s no known location for Lara Rodriguez’s bones.”

Sam looked at you.

“Burial site, I mean.”

Sam grabbed a paper from his brother and began to read it.

Dean glanced at you, “Why do you care where the owner was buried?”

“As you know the FBI obviously wants to cover every aspect of th-”

“What are you even looking for in this case?” Dean interrupted.

You swallowed. How could you explain that you were trying to find the Rodriguez bones to burn them before another ghost attack? And then that would mean explaining that you’re fake FBI!

“Y/N?” Dean pushed.

“Listen, every kid who went into that stupid house as a dare never came back out.” You began. The brothers looked at each other.

“But, when I listened to the outgoing calls from these kids, I heard them yelling about some woman in the house. I bet it’s Lara Rodriguez.” You bit your lip and waited for them to answer.

“She’s dead.” Dean said.


Sam looked at Dean.

“Are you by any chance not FBI?” Sam leaned forward.

You smiled.

Dean exhaled, “Thank God.” He pushed the stack of papers away from him.

For the next hour, you filled in the brothers on everything you knew about the case, and they did the same. You had been one step behind them the whole time. They were the ones who burned the bones you wanted to.

“So, where are her actual bones?” You twirled the end of your hair.

“Good question.” Dean stared at you. He slipped off his jacket and revealed a shirt whose material was easily moved by his muscles. You flicked your eyes away.

_ _ _ _ _

The Impala came to life with a satisfying rumble.

“What do you think?” Dean said as he turned on the windshield wipers.

“About?” Sam looked over.


He shrugged, “She seems nice. Why?”

“Just wondering.” Dean reached over for his soda and took a gulp.   

“She smiles all the time.” Sam added, watching his brothers reaction. “And when she was explaining how the case went, she made it sound… fun?”

“Yeah.” Dean nearly cracked a smile. Sam saw his brothers lip twitch upward, and smiled himself.

By the time they got back to the motel, Sam’s eyes were shutting and Dean’s stomach was growling. He parked the car and practically had to push Sam out.

“Goodnight.” Sam said with a yawn as he dropped onto the bed. Dean grabbed his jacket from the chair and shrugged it on before going back outside.

He began walking along the sidewalk to the other side of the motel where he swore he saw a vending machine the day before.

The rain pattered down against his jacket. Not a storm, but a drizzle with thunder that warned of one.

“Goddammit.” Dean heard someone mutter up ahead. He picked up his pace.

“All I wanted was some chips!” He heard, and then banging on glass.

“Chips for my hungry tummy!” Dean laughed to himself as he rounded the corner and saw a hooded figure slamming their palm against the vending machine window.

“Need some help?” Dean leaned against the vending machine.

You looked up once you heard his voice.

“Dean?” You pulled your wet hood off your head. His green eyes were sparkling against his wet lashes.

“Hey?” He sounded surprised. “Y/N?”

“That’s me…” You looked back at the machine, “How much of that did you hear?”

Dean smiled and stuffed his hands in his pockets, “Oh, you mean the part about your ‘hungry tummy’? Nope, didn’t hear a thing.” He was smiling wide.

You were positive your entire face was crimson. You began biting on your lip, not sure what to say next.

“Here.” Dean broke the silence. He placed a hand on your shoulder, physically moving you over, before beginning to shake the machine. In one movement the machine tilted over and out came your chips.

“Thank you!” You exclaimed, grabbing the bag. It crinkled in your hand. You shoved it in Dean’s direction.

“Want some?” You asked.

Dean nodded and you opened it. He took one and you watched him crunch into it.

“So,” He started mid-chew. “Are you staying here?”

You grabbed two potato chips and made them into a duck beak, squeezing them open and shut with your fingers. Dean watched, amused.

“Yeah. Room 204.” You said before biting into both chips at once. When he didn’t answer you looked up to find him smiling wide.

“What?” You asked.

“Nothing.” He shook his head and took another chip out of the bag.

The rain began to hit harder and you put your hood back on with the only fingers that weren’t covered in chip dust.

Dean’s hair was dripping wet and you laughed as he tried to brush it back, only to splash water everywhere.

“Shit!” You shouted as lightning ripped through the sky. A storm hit with a raging noise.

Dean grabbed your hand and began to run. He had to drag you at first – you froze from the sudden contact.

“My room is right here!” He shouted over the downpour as he ran, dragging you behind. He crammed his key in the lock and shoved you into the room before himself.

Looking between Dean and yourself, sopping wet, a laugh bubbled up from your throat.

Dean pointed at Sam and your hand flew to your mouth.

“Sorry!” You whispered. Sam was sprawled on his bed, his boots still on. When you looked back Dean was beginning to peel his shirt off.

Without noticing, you stared.

“Oh,” Dean began, “Sorry, do you need a shirt?” He walked over to his duffle bag and lifted a shirt. “You’re probably freezing.”

“Nah, I’m cool.” You waited for his reaction.

Dean shook his head and dropped his hand on his bag.

“Very punny.” He looked at you with a wide smile.

You walked over and kicked off your boots. Water leaked out of them onto the carpet.

“I know,” You snatched the shirt from his hand, “I’m very punderful.”

Dean watched as you walked to the bathroom, until you shut the door. Quickly, he slipped out from his jeans and laid them over the chair to dry. Rummaging through his bag, he pulled out a pair of boxers that were crumpled into a ball. He was an excellent packer, after all.

The sink was cold beneath your fingers. With one hand gripping the porcelain, the other was pulling your wet jeans over your ankles. Carefully, you swung them over the shower curtain. Dean’s shirt reached halfway down your thigh.

“It’s kinda like I’m wearing a dress, right?” You whispered to yourself, spinning around in Dean’s shirt.

You opened the door a crack, “Dean?” You whispered. He nearly fell over himself as he ran to the door.

Dean’s eyes roamed over you. “Yes?”

“Can I borrow some socks?” You asked, wiggling your toes.

Dean looked down and held back a smile. Kittens were staring back at him.

“Sure thing.” You followed him back to his duffle, where he rummaged around for what seemed like an hour.

Finally he pulled out a pair and tossed it your way. While you changed your socks Dean walked over to the fridge.

“I should get going.” You said, “Thanks for the clothes, though. I’ll bring them back tom-”

“What?” Dean asked. “It’s freaking pouring out there.”

“I’m just on the other side.” You pointed out, as it didn’t seem like an issue to you.

Dean shut the fridge.

“You’ll freeze out there.”

“I’m freezing in here!” You exclaimed, “I mean seriously, do you even know what a heater is?”

Sam rolled over onto his other side.

Without another word, Dean grabbed one of three pillows on the bed and threw it onto the couch. He took the sheet off the bed and dropped himself onto the couch.

“You’re longer than the damn thing.” You crossed your arms.

Dean shuffled around in his sheet, “You said you’re cold. So I took the couch. The bed has a blanket.”

“Oh, just because I say something you do it? Are you Ella Enchanted?” You whispered at him.

“Ella who?”  Dean’s face contorted.

Sighing, you walked over to the bed. The blanket was scratchy against your skin as you rolled over into it. You swore you felt a spring pop under you, but it was better than Dean’s couch.

“Thank you.” You whispered into the silence.

Dean was already snoring.

(link to part 10 which includes a link to each part up to it)

Djinn Dreams

Requested: I would love a sister!fic,(biologically in family) where the littlesister!reader gets attacked by a djinn. But instead of just skipping the entire dream part, I would love to see how Sam and Dean’s little sister would want to live, outside of the hunting life.

WarningsYou can see some Angst eventually if you really try to  

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: This was requested by @thewinhunter, my babe. Requests are open.

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“Babe,can you get the door? I’m finishing up plating the food,” the sound of the doorbell being rang repeatedly told you your brothers were here. Cas walked up behind you, placing a gentle kiss on your head and then headed for the door.

“Is that fresh bacon?” Dean had hauled ass into the kitchen at the scent of one of his favorite foods. Instantly, he reached down in attempt to grab a piece, but you slapped his hand away.

“Yeah, and you won’t be having any until everybody else gets here,” the spatula in your hand was pointed towards him as a false threatening look glanced in his direction. “Where’s my little princess?”

“Here I am!” JJ ran out from behind Dannel, rushing into your arms. “Can I have some bacon auntie?” she was just like her Dad in every way, but you slipped her a piece when Dean wasn’t looking and set her down so she could eat the evidence.

“What about us?” your two nephews walked up and tugged on the back of your shirt, facing away from the stove as you continued prepping plates.

“I didn’t forget you two,” placing your hands on both Tom and Shepps cheeks you pulled them together and kissed their foreheads at once. “Shh,” slipping them too a piece of bacon, you shooed them off to follow JJ.

“Better not let Dean see them with that, God knows he’ll take it,” Dannel approached, carrying Arrow in her arms while Zepplin was behind held by Gen who happened to be pregnant.

“Oh just wait until we have family day and this little angel is old enough to eat bacon. I won’t be able to say no to this adorable face,” you held Arrow, tapping her small nose lightly while speaking the last part directly to her. “You, your big sister JJ and I are going to have some awesome girl nights,”

“Hopefully I’ve got a girl and you can add another to the list,” Gen was showing, but she wasn’t ‘balloon’ size yet as you would say. “Maybe we can level out the playing field,” all three of you laughed.

Arrow began fussing, almost at the same time as her twin brother did.

“I bet their hungry, better go feed them before we eat or I won’t get a single bite in,” Dannel took Arrow back into her arms while Gen trailed behind her, shushing Zeppelin as she walked. Just shortly after that, there was a knock at the door.

“I’ll get it!” quickly, you set down the last plate at the table and rushed to the door, opening it with a smile on your face as you knew exactly who it was.

“Hope we aren’t late kiddo,” a warm smile from your father, John,was standing on the other side of the door.

“Wouldn’t be family day if you weren’t,” you pulled him in for a hug.

“Hi mom,” stepping behind him, the arms of your mother greeted you, giving an even tighter hug then John gave. “Foods already done, but I’m missing-”

“My fresh apple pie? It’s in the car so your brother won’t eat it all before he gets some actual food in his system,” her hand was placed on your cheek.

“It’s got apples, it’s healthy,” Dean came out of nowhere-literally, and ran for the car while Sam chased behind him. Trying to beat him to it.

“They still act like little kids,” John chuckled a little and shook his head at disbelief his two grown boys were wrestling over who got to open the door to get the pie.

“Bobby should be here any minute, but the babies are here,” Mary’s eyes lit up with happiness when you mentioned Arrow and Zepplin.

“Speaking of babies…” whenever John started off with this, it was almost crystal clear what he was going to talk about.

“Oh no, not this conversation again,” both of you laughed, still standing outside away from the loud conversations indoors as your brothers still did their little tangle.

“What? Is it wrong for me to want another grandchild?” his face dropped into a hilarious 'offended’ look.

“You’ve already got five! And another one on the way! I think that covers the Winchester’s next generation Dad,” another laugh from both of you, there was only one way to stop this- not like it was going to happen anytime soon…to their knowledge.

Both of you rounded up the boys, Sam and Dean, and the boys along with JJ, the kids, and everybody sat down at the table for family day. In case it wasn’t clear. Family day was the one day out of the month on a Saturday where everybody would get together. Didn’t matter if they were sick, pregnant, or pissed off with somebody else. On family day, you put all of it to the side and got together. Dean thought he could ditch one month because he was badly hungover, mind you this was before kids were in the picture. So you hopped in the car, Cas trailing behind you to try and stop you (and failing), and you drug his ass out of the house back to yours. Not to mention the series of pranks you pulled on him. In the family you had the title of “Queen of Pranks” so nobody messed with you. He learned not to ditch family day again.

For the remainder of the morning, the adults, along with Arrow and Zeppelin, sat at the big dining room table while Tom, Shepp, and JJ sat at the kids table coloring and doing activities you’d picked out for after breakfast/lunch. Brunch, right?

Everybody talked about how their lives had been going. Gen’s doctor had held off on announcing the gender of the baby until a specific date, even though they knew it. Turns out she was getting that girl she’d always wanted. Sam was ecstatic, now he could know the joys of having a little princess of his own. Dannel, well she just had twins. That’s about as exciting and time consuming as it gets. Dean had gotten the job he wanted- it was one that only required him to do work on his laptop so he could be at home pretty much 24/7 to help out with the babies. Mom and Dad had just repainted the old house back in Lawrence. Kind of like a family antique considering they still lived there and the house was in perfect condition. You and Cas? Well there wasn’t really anything too different. Except one thing.

“Y/n, come on sweetheart snap out of it,” it was Dean- but it wasn’t the Dean in front of you.

“This Djinn is kicking your ass, whatever you’re seeing, it’s not real,” the voice was coming from outside, so naturally you followed it. Seeing a very gruff Dean in a brown leather jacket- your Dad’s.

“Dean- I,” he wouldn’t let you speak.

“This isn’t real Y/n, you need to remember your real life. The real me. Real Sammy and Cas,” it was like it was a trigger, everything hit you. A Djinn had got hold of you and must’ve put you out of it.

“I remember,” a relieved look was on his face at your words, he grabbed your hand, trying to drag you away from the house where everyone was inside waiting for your return. “But I’m not going with you D-” he stopped dead in his tracks.

“What do you mean you’re not coming with me?” the hurt in his eyes was enough to crush you into pieces.

“I can’t go back to that life, being a hunter. We’ve lost everything out there Dean. But here? I’ve got it all. We’ve got it all. You have a beautiful wife, and so does Sam. Both of you have kids, amazing kids- Mom and Dad are both alive and together. I’m supposed to go over to their house next week actually and help redecorate the inside of the it,” his head shook violently, listening to the words you were saying.

“If you stay- you’ll die,” tears were threatening to stream down his face as his voice cracked, holding down the lump growing bigger in his throat.

“I’ll die out there, but I’ll be in here forever. Living on until I grow old in this dream. The life I always wanted for me- for all of us,” you turned around, everybody was standing, facing you.

“We’d hate to see you go, everything is going so well for you here,” Mary was looking at you with a warm smile, which you gladly returned.

“If you stay, you won’t even remember your real life once your body dies,” now Sam spoke to you.

“It’ll be like this is how it’s meant to be,” Dean now.

“Because this is how it’s meant to be,” Cas finished it off, walking up to you and placing a hand on your cheek, warming you with his touch.

“How could I go anywhere, especially when…I’m pregnant,” everybody began congratulating you, Cas hugging you tightly, this was new to him too.

Turning around you looked for a man- it felt like somebody should’ve been there. Like you were just talking to somebody, nothing but empty air was in the place where you swore someone just was. Just empty air…and an empty space in your mind.

Professor John Winchester Part three~ You have kids?

Written by: redlittlefox

Pairing: John X Reader

Professor John Winchester Master List 

Sum: The reader finds out who the kid was.

Warnings: None just enjoy the fluff.

Word count: 1.5k ( Short for me… I’ll make it longer next time ;) )

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Sealed Deal

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,515

Warnings: So much angst, language, demon deal

Summary: Part 2 to “What am I Supposed to Do?!” Listen…just…don’t hate me too much okay? ;)

Part 1 

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Mommy Winchester (Part 10)

Winchester x reader

Warnings: Language, Violence

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13) )

You stand on your front porch, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself as you see Dean striding towards you, dressed to the nines.

He’d really went all out for this.

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Did anyone else see a really strong parallel between the youngest Styne and Sam?

They were both people who didn’t feel like they belonged. The boy just wanted to get away, have a normal life much like Sam did. He even bears a small resemblance to season 1 sam, with the long brown hair and youthful demeanour. He didn’t conform to his father’s wishes: where the older brothers were soldiers, doing what their father told them to do, the kid just wanted to get away, he “hated” his family and was visibly shaken when he was made to ‘harvest’ that guy. Sound familiar at all?

Even when the kid was trying to reason with Dean, saying “you don’t have to do this”, it really struck a chord with me, because how many times has Sam said that to someone? Tried to reason with a killer or monster? Or even with Dean when he was a demon? And I think Dean saw that. He got this look in his eyes as he was sizing the kid up and I don’t know, to me there was this look of recognition that was extremely powerful.

What made it even more chilling for me, however, was the fact that after this look of recognition, Dean puts a bullet through his head without so much as a blink, and for me, that was a metaphor Dean killing his brother. Sam has always been the anchor that kept Dean grounded, and no matter what they’ve always had each other. But now I think this represents Dean severing all ties to both Sam and his humanity, showing that he has lost all sense of control. And I couldn’t be more terrified.

Still a better love story than Twilight.

A small request that I turned into a drabble because I didn´t had that much time to write lately. 
I like work but it´s a little all consuming at the time. :)

Request:  could i get a sam x reader? fluffy and cute? maybe bonding over some of your favorite books while stuck in the motel on a case and it’s storming, and dean tells you to just kiss and get it over with before he gags from the chick flick type moment?

Here you go anon, I hope you like it. 

Kisses go out to everybody who reads my stuff. (Yeah, even you) :D

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Harry Potter blasphemy :O 

Length: 650 Words

{Imagine talking about Harry Potter with Sam and Dean}

(so random again… sorry)

Originally posted by supernaturalismykryptonite


“What are you reading?”, you asked and rolled onto your stomach, facing Sam who was sitting on the floor in front of the bed you were sitting on.
The afternoon was rainy and with nothing to do, so you were happy to find a new conversation.
He laid his head back, trying to look at you: “It´s Harry Potter, don´t judge.”
You jumped up and crawled on the floor to sit beside him: “Are you kidding me? Why would I judge you for reading the most amazing books that were ever written?”
His lips curled into a smile: “I didn´t know you liked Harry Potter.”
You faked a shocked face: “Who doesn´t like Harry Potter?”
Dean, who had been sitting at the desk, flipping through some old magazines in silence, suddenly cleared his throat: “The guy over here for example. I mean common, what´s this wizard rubbish supposed to be anyway?”
Sam laughed: “Dude, this is basically just blaspheme.”
You nodded: “Yeah, the fandom would most likely kill you if they heard you.”
Dean´s confused face was hilarious: “Fandom? Is that like a cult?”
Both you and Sam cracked up and when you finally calmed down you concentrated on Sam again: “I love it that you like Harry Potter. I never get to talk about that stuff. I haven´t read the books in years.”
Sam smiled: “I can lent it to you when I´m done.”
He seemed to hesitate for a moment, then scooted closer to you: “Here, maybe you can look into my copy with me.”
Being so close to him made your heart pick up a ridiculous pace, almost as the ridiculous crush you had developed on him months ago.
And him liking your favorite book didn´t make it fade the least bit.
For a second you considered something and then you braced yourself and asked: “Or, maybe, you could read it to me, I mean that would be fun right?”
Sam´s eyes met yours and for a moment you swore you saw something there, a small spark:
“Yeah, I guess it would.”
After that you two just stared into each others eyes, and it was pure and innocent and you totally forgot about Dean, or the book or anything else and just lost yourself in Sam´s eyes until you heard a muttered: “Oh for God´s sake…”
Dean got up and made you both wake up out of your trance:
“Okay listen guys”, he said deadly serious, “I´m sure as hell not going to listen to you reading stupid magic books to each other and I won´t look at you staring into each others eyes like serial killers or porn stars.
So cut the crap and make out already so we can all move on with our lives because this is getting ridiculous.”
For a moment there was silence and then you looked back at Sam and he looked at you and then he grabbed your head with his left hand and kissed you, sweet and innocent and perfect.
You leaned into him and curled your fingers into the carpet until Dean banged his fist onto the desk, making you jump.
When you looked at the elder Winchester, he looked downright disgusted: “I didn´t mean right now Idiots, gosh, I´m going to throw up. I´ll go get beer and a bucket.”
After he left, slamming the door shut, you and Sam laughed and then he said:
You smiled: “So…”
He twirled the book he was still holding in his hand and looked down at it, then back at you:
“So, I´m glad we didn´t wait as long as Ron and Hermione to have our first kiss.”
Your heart did a leap at his cuteness and then you shook your head: “Sure as hell almost felt like it.”
He grinned: “Well, still a better love story than twilight.”
Before you could roll your eyes, he kissed you again.

Premier s13

Wow. I know I say that every time, but wow. Really even the wow deserves a wow. Because this is season 13, and I’m still saying wow.

That by itself is amazing.

The acting was unbelievable. The writing plot was okay, pretty much what I expected (except the angel channeling Ruby, but even more obnoxious-seriously the whining about fries made me wonder if this was alt!Ruby3.0) and there were some lovely lines! Dean’s “prayer” was breathtaking. The new kid was far better than I expected, so that’s great!

But mostly, our guys (and two kickass ladies-the sheriff I thought I wasn’t going to like and the angel who thought Cas deserved better) just blew me away with their acting. Jared and Jensen are masterpieces. Everything from the way Jared made Sam shellshocked and high-alert even though he was optimistic to the way you could just feel the weight Jensen projected, like Dean was trying desperately to maintain anger when what he really felt was heartbroken and defeated, it was great.

Okay. Now I’ll go read other people’s perspectives, which usually ruins the good experience. That’s why I always stay off social media till after I’ve watched the episode, and put my thoughts out first, before my happy bubble gets destroyed by someone’s angry disappointment. I really hope this episode was well-received. I want to like it, guys. Please don’t ruin it for me.


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