winchesters against walls

Some times I wonder.
What if Destiel can be explained with this scene of community. 

 
But then I remember Destiel started like this:
Dean asking for “Personal Space”

To: I will pin you against the wall because you stole my favorite gun underneath my pillow after “you played me”

And then I forget what I was thinking…
And… why did I made this post?
(At least I made someone smile ☺)

Imagine breaking Sam’s heart (Part 2 of Sam’s birthday celebration)

Originally posted by violet-phantomhive

Originally posted by just-purely-insane


Imagine Part 2 of Sam’s birthday celebration
Couple: Sam x Reader


You waited in an empty room of the Bunker, fiddling with your engagement ring.

After Sam had woken up from his passed out state; the two of you shared your thoughts and feelings on the newest Winchester. At first, both of you were scared since you guys were hunters but slowly, there was a sense of acceptance that the new Winchester would change your lives for the better.

Sam had proposed after you carved your initials on the Bunker table and on his birthday, it was the pregnancy announcement.

Now, you waited for him to return home.

He and Dean went out to look for Mary after a series of deaths came on the news. Nothing new for a hunter but this time it was different. The deaths were of those who were hunters.

Sam made you stay behind at the Bunker so you can pick out the room for the nursery.

Rowena was knitting baby clothes and Jody was calling everyday to give advise. It was nice but what was bizarre that Mary did not call at all. Not even on Sam’s birthday.

It was best not to dwell on your mother in law. Somethings were difficult and confusing to talk about.

“CLANK!!!!”

You froze from measuring the walls for the crib as a loud clanking noise came from upstairs.

“Sammy? Dean? You guys home?” You called out, as you placed your hand supporting the 3 month pregnancy bump on your stomach.
Walking out of the room and into the hallway, you noticed that the lights were all down. The air was cold. Chills went up your spine.

As distinct footsteps were heard.

And you saw them.

Three men in black with Ketch?


Arthur Ketch smirked at (y/n) (l/n) as she stood there frozen. Oh this would be easy…He thought as he held on to his blade.

“Lady Winchester? I presume.” He stood 5 feet away from her, watching as she nodded in response. “I was looking for your husband and his brother.” He grinned at her confused expression.

“But…I guess you’ll have to do and your child.” As soon as those words left his mouth.


 You raced back into the ‘would-be’ nursery.

Locking the door from the inside, you quickly pulled out your phone to call Sam. But it was dead.

“What do you want?” You called out as you moved closer to the wall farthest from the door. It was silent but then you heard that low, harsh chuckle that made your insides curl.

“dead.” There was a pause. It was long and disconcerting. “I want you and your family dead.” His words caused you to gasp. “Why?” Another pause. This time it was short. “I have orders given.”

“Lady Winchester? This would be a lot easier if you opened the door.” Arthur Ketch added as he fiddled with a key for all the doors of the place in his hand.


“Never.” You stuttered out as you held onto the hunting blade in your hand. It was a gift from Sam for Christmas. He had your initials engraved into the handle.

“How come?” Arthur smirked at the three other men. All of them had amused expressions etched onto their faces. “Because Sam will get here and kick your ass.”

“How romantic.” Arthur snickered as he placed the key into the hole of the lock.

“Fuck off.” You muttered as your eyes widen in shock as the door bursted open.

“Now Lady Winchester, is that any way to treat your guests?” Arthur smirked.
His cold and calculating eyes met your soft and warm in a direct contact as the both of you stood face to face. The smirk still on his face caused you to squirm a bit but you stood with the blade in your hand poised.

“My my my…congratulations Mrs. Winchester.” You scowled at Ketch as he entered the room. His eyes swept over your frame, noting the pregnant bump and ring. “It was lovely to listen to your and Samuel’s special moments but alas. All good things come to an end.”

And he struck first….


A few hours later….

The Winchesters entered the Bunker, Sam froze in the darkness. Lights were off and the air was cool with a scent of metal.

And you were not to be found.

“Darlin?” He called out and no voice replied. Dean shrugged as he carefully made his way down the steps.

“(Y/N)!!!!” Dean called out as he moved into the hallway.

As the Oldest Winchester brother walked his boot stepped into something. It was watery and splashed around while Sam followed with a candle lantern and saw what Dean stepped into.

Sam Winchester’s blood ran cold as the crimson liquid covered the floor and the bottom of his shoe. He watched as it seeped out from underneath the door. The closed door. The nursery.

“No. No. No. NO” He called out as he pushed the door open.

And there you laid.

Pale. Bloodied. Lifeless.

Dean stared into your empty eyes as you laid on the floor, frozen in place. No movement. Nothing.

You were dead.

BABY NO!!!!” Sam called out as he raced toward your prone figure. His voice rasped as he repeated: “no. no. no.” over and over again.

His bloodied hands brushing your hair back from your bruised face. No movement came from you.

Realization crawled into Sam’s psyche as he waited and waited for you to wake up. Nothing happened.

you never did.

Dean Winchester slumped against the wall. In shock. As he watched his baby brother fall apart…

With immense pain in his chest, Sam held onto your frame, sobbing as his muscles tightened while his bones locked.

In the midst of his sobbing, Sam sat up into a sitting position with you in his lap. His eyes followed every feature of your face with every mark, line, and flaw captured his attention.

His hand in your hair while the other one rested on your womb as he grieved with the loss of his wife and his unborn child. 

She did not deserve this.

They did not deserve this. 

And that was the truth…

4

The Things They Carried 10x15

In Reichenbach, Cole made the choice to die because he failed his mission and he was done. In The Things They Carried, Cole didn’t choose death in the name of a crusade for vengeance, he didn’t choose death because he was well and truly beaten. He chose death in this moment because he was becoming something he didn’t want to be - because it would be better this way.

Cole made the same exact request of Dean that Dean made of Cas in The Things We Left Behind. They would both rather die as men, than live to see themselves become the monsters, the killers, they have hunted their entire lives. And Dean realized it. He recognized the hopelessness in Cole. He recognized the grim determination to achieve his ending. He recognized the face of a forsaken man who believes that death is peace and penance.

Cole has never had anyone to tell him to just stop. Not before Dean. Cole never had someone who has lived his kind of life tell him that when someone puts a gun to his head and his back is against the wall, death or submission to a far greater force are not the only ways out. He’s never been told that he can fight, or that he can bluff, or that he can do any one of 146 other things to save himself while he’s staring down the barrel of that gun.

And if Dean can recognize and reinforce the fact that Cole has 146 other options that end in his salvation, that end with life, rather than with death - Dean will eventually be able to internalize it, to believe it for himself. Dean will soon find himself staring down the barrel of another gun, and he needs someone to lay out those 146 other options for him, as well. Someone who recognizes his determination to die human, but also understands the value of his life intrinsically. Bound by the brotherhood of the trenches, one mirror to another, Dean was able to be that savior for Cole. Cas is going to be that savior for Dean.

Not My Angel - Castiel x reader, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Lucifer

Title: Not My Angel

Pairing: Castiel x reader, Lucifer x reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: I quoted 11x14 “The Vessel” so if you haven’t seen season 11, there are spoilers. I tweaked it a little so you probably won’t notice. Cliffhanger.

Originally posted by galaxystiel

There was a simple hunt two towns over from the bunker that you begged the boys to let you do on your own. It was simple: find the werewolf and kill it. They were hesitant on letting you go alone but soon enough you convinced them and you were gone, letting them know you’ll return in three days. Sam and Dean stood at the bunker and picked up their own little hunts here and there but they weren’t going to deny the fact that they missed having you around. You missed them too but you missed your boyfriend, Castiel, the most. That was three days ago and now you were on your way back, full of excitement.

“Hey, Hey Sam.” Dean smiled trying to get his younger brother’s attention. “Y/N is on a hunting trip and she hasn’t been home in a few days.” Dean said seriously as he sat across from Sam in the dining room of the bunker. “Shut up. She’ll be home soon enough.” Sam replied with a laugh, shaking his head as he read a book about angel lore.

Dean just laughed as he brought his beer bottle to his lip, taking a short swig and shrugged. “I just thought it would be funny and I miss her. She cleans.” He chuckled as Sam rolled his eyes. “Anyways,” said Dean as he stood up, leaving his beer on the table. “I’m gonna go for a supply run. Y/N is supposed to get here sometime in the next hour and I don’t wanna miss it.” He smiled as he walked up the stairs and out of the bunker.

Sam stood in the dining area the whole time until Lucifer appeared out of thin air, using Castiel as his vessel, causing Sam to jolt and put a hand on his chest. “Jesus, Cas. You gotta stop doing that.” He laughed, completely unaware. “Hey uh I think I might have found a spell that could help us retrieve the hand of God and let you on that boat.” Sam mentioned as he read through a spell book.

Lucifer sat at the table, not paying any attention whatsoever. “Oh?” He said unamused as he held a book in his hands.

“The spell of gathering, it’s an incantation used to focus the power of celestial beings, angels, against all drawn forms of evasion. The spell is designed to clear all mystical or occult blockages. I mean this is highly theoretical magic, it’s never been used before, but it sounds like it could work.” Sam said as he read it out loud. “Uh huh, and the ingredients?” Lucifer replied. Sam read through them silently. “Damn.. all but one. It requires the power of an archangel.” Sam sighed, disappointed as he closed the book.

Sam gets up and walks away, leaving the spell book on the table. Lucifer looks around, making sure he’s alone before he reaches for it and turns to the page the spell was printed on.

“Hey, Dean should be back so- Cas, what is that?” Sam asked, raising an eyebrow, watching Cas put things into a bowl. “It’s your spell of gathering.” Lucifer retorted as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Are you insane?? You’re not strong enough, Cas! You could get seriously hurt!” Sam yelled, worried for his friend. “My strength may surprise you.” Lucifer smirked as he continued breaking the ingredients. “Wait a second. I remember Bobby told me when you needed strength, you used him to power up, you touched his soul, right?” Sam asked with wide eyes. “Use my soul. That way you’ll have enough power to wield the spell!” He continued, full of hope.

Lucifer stopped what he was doing and looked up at Sam with a smile then burst out laughing not even a second later. Sam’s hope faltered and was changed with a look of confusion. “What?” He asked.

“Oh, it’s just - I don’t need you anymore. I mean, why have I been trying to spare you? I mean maybe it’s because you’re like the girl who kept turning me down at the prom.” Lucifer said with a mocked pout on his lips. He grabbed Sam by the collar of his flannel and slammed him against one of the bunker’s support columns. “I will touch your soul. Just because you asked so nicely, and I’ll use your spell to retrieve the uh, Hand of God, and then when Dean comes back and he finds this place decorated with your guts, I will tell him the truth, Sam. I’ll just say, ‘Dean - ’ Lucifer stopped and cleared his throat, mocking Castiel’s voice. “- ‘Dean… he knew the risks. He wouldn’t take no for an answer.’”

Sam’s eyes widened as he struggled against Lucifer’s strength. “Lucifer.” He called out. “In the flesh!” Lucifer replied and shrugged. “Well almost. When does my ‘girlfriend’ get home?” He laughed as he let go of Sam. “She’s not yours! She’s Cas’.” Sam yelled, getting ready to swing at Lucifer when the bunker door was slammed open and you ran in with a huge smile covering your features. “I’m home!” You shouted, running down the stairs. “Cas!” You called with arms wide open, ready to run to him.

“Wait Y/N! That’s not-” Lucifer snapped his fingers behind his back, making Sam unable to speak. You hugged your “boyfriend” tightly and kissed his lips, pulling away confused when he didn’t kiss you back. “Hey what’s wrong? I missed you.” You giggled softly but nervously. “Oh.. well.. I didn’t miss you.” Lucifer said seriously causing your heart to break.

“You- you’re not my angel.” You said as you took a step back, away from him. “What? It is me. It’s Castiel.” Lucifer raised an eyebrow. “No.. Cas never would have said that to me.. He loves me.” You replied sadly.

Dean finally walked in with a bunch of bags and dropped them on the table. “I’m back! Hey Y/N! I miss-” He stopped when he saw the look of distraught on your face. “What’s going on?” Dean asked, looking away from you and to Sam.

“Dean- That’s not Cas!” Sam yelled, once Lucifer released him from his hold. Lucifer smirked at you and shrugged as he shoved his hands in his pockets. A sheepish, gleeful look on his face.

“Cat’s out!” Was the last thing Lucifer said before slamming both Winchester boys against the wall and dragging you out of the bunker against your will.

The hold on the boys went away once you and Lucifer were gone. Sam and Dean looked at each other with saddened yet angered eyes.

“We have to get her back. We have to save Cas.”

________________________________________

Should I make a part 2?

An Angel’s Grace [Part Eleven]

Gabriel x Reader

Author: justcallmeyourgoddess

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1577

Description: Reader is already officially mates with Gabriel with all the ceremonies, etc. and can see his wings. He wants to introduce her to his archangel brothers (saying as Lucifer and Michael and Raphael all live together peacefully in heaven). They discover something about the Reader in the process.

Note: Heh I just shook it up guys. I will let you now that there will definitely be at least ten more parts to this series! hooray! did not reread this one thoroughly, i believe there are no mistakes, but if there are, my apologies.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

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Clasutrophobia

Imagine Sam and Dean trying to keep you quiet while you all hide in a  closet that’s barely big enough for the three of you.

Author’s Note: Both brothers x reader and it’s just a short (only 791 words) fluffy/hot one shot. This is just a little bonus for today that I’ve had floating around in my head for a while! Best way to fight writers block is to go with whatever's on your mind! Warnings: if you’re actually claustrophobic this might be not as cute? haha I am a little but not severely. I think I’d make an exception for Sam and Dean (;

As the closet door slammed shut I panted and tried to squeeze tighter into the small space. Two other bodies were pressed against mine, their labored breath hot on my face and neck.

“Shh, everyone be quiet.” Dean’s mouth was right above my head and I could feel the rumble of his deep voice through his chest touching mine. Generally hiding wasn’t our first choice while hunting, but drastic circumstances called for drastic measures. Whatever this monster was, it wasn’t going down with a few silver bullets or salt-filled shells. Sam mumbled something about his neck hurting and I looked up to see his face craned over mine, bent downwards by the low ceiling. I had to stifle the giggle that came to my lips.

“Yeah, whatever.” He rolled his eyes and shifted awkwardly, but there was no where else for his body to go besides towards me. Both Winchesters were crushed against the walls of the tiny closet. I could feel both of their lungs expanding against me with every breath and their body heat was stifling. I was drowning in their smells. The warm scent of spices, old books, and soap was lingering with the smells of leather, motor oil, and minty aftershave. Their presence was making it just that much harder to control my breathing. A pink blush rose to my cheeks and I instinctively hid my head downwards, straight into Dean.

“Hey, keep your pointy chin out of my chest.” I whispered an apology and eased backwards, where something flinched under my foot. Sam grunted as I stepped on his toes.

“Sorry!” Suddenly a strong hand wrapped around my waist to keep me still, fingers reaching all the way to the top of my hip. I could tell from the grip and placement of the thumb on my stomach that it was Dean’s hand.

“Stop moving.” He practically growled his words. In the faint light I could see where the creature had scratched him, a little trickle of blood following the curve of his clenching jaw. My heart pounded in rhythm with the footsteps growing louder outside the door. Dean’s hand didn’t leave my waist as we all tried to quiet our panting and remain still. I held my breath for as long as I could, my lips trembling with fear. The thumping outside stopped right in front of where we hid. My lungs were burning with the desire to take another breath, but I didn’t dare.

The silence went on for what seemed like hours before a soft squeak slipped from my oxygen deprived throat. A hand from behind me pressed over my lips, careful not to cover my nose. Sam’s hair tickled my cheek as he rested his forehead in my shoulder. I think he was silently apologize for gagging my mouth, or maybe his neck was just hurting. My lips ground against the callouses of his skin as I swallowed back my nervousness. All of this touching, all of these smells, it was making me shake with conflicting emotions. I was two parts terrified and one part enthralled. Finally, the monster outside the door relented and began walking again, it’s footsteps becoming quieter as it lumbered in the other direction. Dean was the first to sigh and he removed the hand from my side. My sigh was less of relief and more of disappointment as Sam retracted his palm as well.

“Sorry, Y/N.” He traced his fingers down my arm, and I wondered if he could feel my body shiver. “I didn’t mean to be rough.” His voice was genuinely concerned and sweet as honey. I stuttered but nothing understandable came out of my lips, which still felt the gentle pressure of his palm. Dean huffed and stared down with a cocky grin.

“Well, I’m not sorry. You fidget like a ten year old.” He wrinkled his freckle-dotted nose, coming as close to my face as possible. The teasing spurred a laugh from Sam that I felt in every inch of my back. I couldn’t handle these overwhelming sensations any longer, it was just too much. Without a word I threw open the closet door and leapt outside. I gasped as I was able to breath again, without the smells of men and body heat quickening my pulse.

“What’s gotten into you?” Sam furrowed his eyebrows at my reddened cheeks and wide eyes. What was I supposed to tell him? That I couldn’t handle being the center of a sexy Winchester-sandwich any longer? No, I was a hunter not some starry eyed girl with a crush on my partners. I shrugged and tried to straighten my wrinkled clothing and messy hair.

“Nothing, I’m just a little claustrophobic." 

You should never fall in love

Original imagine(s): 

Song: 

Summary: Reader has tried hard not to fall in love with Dean but she has and he doesn’t notice because he’s always more interested in the girls at bars. Sam tries to comfort the reader and she tells him why she thinks its better the way it is. 

Sighing you slumped down onto Sam’s bed. You untied your shoes and toed them off before climbing under the covers. You’d just finished hunting a group of ghouls with the boys and Dean had suggested you go out to the local bar to celebrate but you’d refused, not wanting to watch Dean pick up yet another girl. Sam had decided that he’d stay with you and so Dean had headed out to the bar alone. Now you were waiting for Sam to bring the popcorn and pick a movie of his choice. This was a common occurrence and you’d picked the last three times so you finally decided to let Sam pick.

“So, I thought that we could watch a Christmas movie?” Sam says closing the door behind him. You laugh softly, “It’s November, Sam.” Sam shrugs and passes you the popcorn, “I thought you loved Christmas?” he says as he clambers into his bed. “I do Sam. I…” you sigh and watch as Sam reaches for his laptop. He looks at you, prompting you to explain. “Christmas as a hunter isn’t exactly great, y’know?” He nods, placing the laptop between you on the bed. You hand him the bowl of popcorn as the movie begins. The bold red letters, “THE CHRISTMAS COTTAGE” appear on the screen and you smile. It was your favorite Christmas movie. It reminded you of your mother and the community feeling of Christmas when you were growing up. You snuggled closer to Sam and shoved your hand into the popcorn bowl. He laughed as you pulled out a large hand full and shoved it into your mouth.

This is how the story went. I met someone by accident who blew me away. Blew me away, and it was in the darkest of my days when you took my sorrow and you took my pain and buried them away, buried them away.

You were less than fifteen minutes through the movie when Sam asked you the question that had been on his mind for a long time. “Y/N? I know you think that Dean doesn’t…y’know but have you ever thought about just telling him?”. You let out a breath and shook your head. Sam inclined his head to the left and stared at you, the movie forgotten. You sighed, trying to find words to explain it. How could you tell him that being friends with Dean was better because you couldn’t risk losing him? And not in the ‘dating a friend ruins things’ kind of way but the ‘I lose everything and everyone’ kind of way. “I…I lose everyone and everything I love Sam, and I can’t lose him. So being friends is the logical step.” Sam laughs and you furrow your brows. He looks at you and notices your expression, he immediately stops laughing. “I’m sorry, Y/N. It’s just…you and him are so alike.”You elbowed him in the ribs and turned your attention back to the movie.

I wish I could lay down beside you when the day is done, and wake up to your face against the morning sun. But like everything I’ve ever known, you’ll disappear one day so I’ll spend my whole life hiding my heart away.

A few minutes later Sam disturbed you again. You tried to ignore him at first but the incessant nudging became to much to bare. “What now, Sam?” you watched the sheepish look quickly flash across his face and then he asked you yet another question, “Tell me what it’s like.” You look at him, confused. “Trying not to love someone.” He finally says - emphasizing the word trying - and you roll your eyes at him. “Hard. Exhausting. Every action and word I say around him has to be thought out and it’s exhausting!” you let out a sigh, “And don’t get me started on the daydreams of waking up next to him” Sam mimes being sick and you laugh at his childishness before turning back to the movie, hoping not to be disturbed again.

Woke up feeling heavy hearted I’m going back to where I started: the morning rain, the morning rain. And though I wish that you were here on that same old road that brought me here. It’s calling me home, It’s calling me home.

Sam didn’t disturb you for the rest of the movie, but as soon as it was finished he turned to face you in the bed. His eyes a light with questions. “How long?” He asks you and you sit for a moment thinking. How long had you loved Dean? Maybe it had been the time you’d celebrated the 4th of July with him. 

Purple, green, red, blue and gold flash across the sky in spirals and streams. You and Dean are sat on the hood of the Impala. He’s staring up at the night sky watching the illuminations with childlike wondering and you are watching him with admiration. In these rare moments you get to seen beneath Dean’s hard exterior, and each time that happens you fall for him more and more. You could feel something new blooming in your heart. It was like nothing you’d felt before. You watch him as a particularly large firework explodes, his face shining with amazement. 

The fireworks last at least an hour and then your sliding down the hood of the Impala and placing your feet on the grass of the field. Instead of landing nimbly on your feet, you fall straight on your ass. Dean laughs loudly and extends his hand to you. You take it, your eyes scanning his body as he slowly pulls you up. Your (Y/E/C) eyes meet his apple green ones and you seen the sparkle in them.

– 

Sam listens to you tell the story, his face bright with a smile. “I can’t ever tell him, Sam. I can’t risk everything. I don’t want to lose him.” Sam smiles softly, pulling you into his arms. He rests his chin on the top of your head and you let the tears silently roll down your face. Sam strokes your hair and you relax against him, although the tears still flow freely. Unbeknownst to you, Sam wasn’t the only one who heard the story of when you fell in love with Dean Winchester. Dean leans against the wall outside Sam’s room listening to your soft sobs. 

Claustrophobia Alt Ending

Author’s Note: This is just some brainstorming for what could have happened if Sam and Dean and Reader got stuck in that closet from Claustrophobia (: Claustrophobia is my most popular fic so I feel huge pressure over what a part two should be like. This isn’t really a part two, just a direction I thought I could see it going in, and I wasn’t sure what else to write tonight. It’s a little cute, little funny, little sexy.

I wouldn’t call it a legitimate fic because I’m completely brain-fried right now. I had to write two 6 page essays today for school, so I’m a little out of juice at the moment. But I hope it came out okay and you enjoy it nonetheless! xx

-If you’ve already read Claustrophobia, you can scroll down to where it says “Alt Ending Begins”-

As the closet door slammed shut I panted and tried to squeeze tighter into the small space. Two other bodies were pressed against mine, their labored breath hot on my face and neck.

“Shh, everyone be quiet.” Dean’s mouth was right above my head and I could feel the rumble of his deep voice through his chest touching mine. Generally hiding wasn’t our first choice while hunting, but drastic circumstances called for drastic measures. Whatever this monster was, it wasn’t going down with a few silver bullets or salt-filled shells. Sam mumbled something about his neck hurting and I looked up to see his face craned over mine, bent downwards by the low ceiling. I had to stifle the giggle that came to my lips.

“Yeah, whatever.” He rolled his eyes and shifted awkwardly, but there was no where else for his body to go besides towards me. Both Winchesters were crushed against the walls of the tiny closet. I could feel both of their lungs expanding against me with every breath and their body heat was stifling. I was drowning in their smells. The warm scent of spices, old books, and soap was lingering with the smells of leather, motor oil, and minty aftershave. Their presence was making it just that much harder to control my breathing. A pink blush rose to my cheeks and I instinctively hid my head downwards, straight into Dean.

“Hey, keep your pointy chin out of my chest.” I whispered an apology and eased backwards, where something flinched under my foot. Sam grunted as I stepped on his toes.

“Sorry!” Suddenly a strong hand wrapped around my waist to keep me still, fingers reaching all the way to the top of my hip. I could tell from the grip and placement of the thumb on my stomach that it was Dean’s hand.

“Stop moving.” He practically growled his words. In the faint light I could see where the creature had scratched him, a little trickle of blood following the curve of his clenching jaw. My heart pounded in rhythm with the footsteps growing louder outside the door. Dean’s hand didn’t leave my waist as we all tried to quiet our panting and remain still. I held my breath for as long as I could, my lips trembling with fear. The thumping outside stopped right in front of where we hid. My lungs were burning with the desire to take another breath, but I didn’t dare.

The silence went on for what seemed like hours before a soft squeak slipped from my oxygen deprived throat. A hand from behind me pressed over my lips, careful not to cover my nose. Sam’s hair tickled my cheek as he rested his forehead in my shoulder. I think he was silently apologize for gagging my mouth, or maybe his neck was just hurting. My lips ground against the callouses of his skin as I swallowed back my nervousness. All of this touching, all of these smells, it was making me shake with conflicting emotions. I was two parts terrified and one part enthralled. Finally, the monster outside the door relented and began walking again, it’s footsteps becoming quieter as it lumbered in the other direction. Dean was the first to sigh and he removed the hand from my side. My sigh was less of relief and more of disappointment as Sam retracted his palm as well.

“Sorry, Y/N.” He traced his fingers down my arm, and I wondered if he could feel my body shiver. “I didn’t mean to be rough.” His voice was genuinely concerned and sweet as honey. I stuttered but nothing understandable came out of my lips, which still felt the gentle pressure of his palm. Dean huffed and stared down with a cocky grin.The smells of men and body heat quickened my pulse.

“Well, I’m not sorry. You fidget like a ten year old.” He wrinkled his freckle-dotted nose, coming as close to my face as possible. The teasing spurred a laugh from Sam that I felt in every inch of my back. 

Alt Ending Begins

I couldn’t handle these overwhelming sensations any longer, it was just too much. Without a word I turned my body in the small space between them to face the door. Dean grunted at my shoulder pushing into his chest and Sam backed into the wall with a thud. I shook the cold doorknob aggressively, but it wouldn’t budge. 

“What’s wrong?” Sam furrowed his eyebrows at my reddened cheeks and wide eyes. I made another futile attempted to turn the handle before realizing what had happened. 

“Just open the damn door Y/N, you’re killing me here.” Dean reached around me and muscled my arm away to try his hand at the latch. His voice was condescending and impatient, but he was just as unsuccessful. By now Sam was curious, his chest pressed against my back as he leaned over me to examine our struggle. With one hand he pulled me to the left and he squeezed his other between Dean and I to try the knob, as if the result would be any different with another set of fingers. The body heat surrounding me was stifling. The narrow space we were all packed into was beginning to steal the air from my lungs, although that could also have been caused by the two men at my sides. They were completely oblivious to the way they brushed against me, their attention solely on the obstacle at hand. 

“Guys! It’s locked!” My voice was more of a whimper. The tension twisting my insides was more than I could stand. I needed some fresh air, maybe even a cold shower. 

“Yeah, no shit Sherlock.” Dean glared down at me before returning to his place in the more roomy end of the closet. The three of us barely fit in the allotted space, and Dean’s movement led to the rest of us settling back into our original stances. We were like a body of water, displacing and replacing every square inch of breathing room. I regretted that I ended up facing the elder Winchester again. He was already being especially sarcastic with me today, and now he was even more annoyed with his predicament. His nostrils flared and he rolled his eyes at no one in particular. If my chest wasn’t pressed against his, I think he would have crossed his arms in disdain. 

“Did you lock us in here?” I was only inches from his face when he huffed the insult. There was no space between us for for our muttered aggravations to die away in. 

“And why the hell would I do that?” I backed away indignantly, right into Sam’s tense frame. He wanted to stay away from our conflict but my retreat to his corner was already bringing him into the dispute

“It’s not her fault, it looks like it locks from the outside.” Dean shot an unimpressed glance toward Sam, likely disappointed that his brother didn’t play along with his teasing.

“Wonderful. Well what the hell are we supposed to do now? Draw straws to see who gets cannibalized first? Because I’ve seen how these situations go down.” His words were bone-dry sarcasm but I still flinched when he snapped his teeth together in mock appetite. He did his best impression of Hannibal Lector, which got both Sam and I laughing. 

 "Holy shit, Dean. We’re locked in a closet not stranded in the pacific.I can just call Bobby to come get us.“ Dean sighed loudly as I wriggled in my place to reach for my cell. I shoved my hand behind me to slip into my back pocket. I didn’t think much of the denim material grazing the back of my hand till I felt Sam body twitch and something grab my wrist. His fingers were surprisingly tight and forceful, as well as his voice. 

"Hey.” The one word was stern. I could feel him suck in a strangled breath over my shoulder before he coughed and stuttered. “Just- ugh.. watch the hands okay?” I couldn’t see his face but I could practically hear the blush rising to his cheeks in the faltering way he spoke. It suddenly made sense why he was keeping my naive fingers captive. I gasped and pulled my hand away immediately. 

“Oh my gosh, sorry! I didn’t mean to I was just-” Sam chuckled and patted my arm reassuringly, although there was a new awkwardness to the way we were squished together. 

“Will you two stop flirting like preteens and just get the damn phone?” Suddenly Dean was leaning into me, his face against the side of mine and his growling breath on my ear. He seemed to be looking over me, searching for something. A flat palm on my back pulled me forward and held me still. There wasn’t time to protest. I yelped when fingers dove into my pocket and retrieved the phone on their own. Both Sam and I were stunned by his foreword approach. It wasn’t till he was finished and already dialing Bobby’s number that I regained my voice. 

“Dean! You can’t just manhandle me like that! I’m already feeling pretty hard pressed for space right now!” I tried to sound authoritative, but I was far too flustered and amused. He mimicked my squeaking voice as the phone rang. The light from the screen illuminated the mischievous smile that spread across his features. He looked pleased with my insulted reaction, the corners of his eyes creasing as he spoke over my cell. 

“Hey Bobby, it’s Dean. Can you drive on out to Tulsa? Yeah, we got ourselves into a tight spot over here…”

The Sounds Of Canons || askmichaelstruevessel

      Dean had been away at war for four years, he would be lying if he had to say that he didn’t miss being back home, that he didn’t miss his little brother Sammy, and Castiel. Because he missed them all, and he missed them deeply, but he couldn’t leave, not now, he had one year left to serve, one year more and he could go back home.

        That was until something happened, an unexpected ambush at the camp where Dean and the rest of his platoon had been stationed, the reinforcement had come too late, and Dean had been shot and reported MIA.

         For a whole year he had been presumed dead, that was until one certain day. He presumed that today was the one year anniversary of his death, and he still had the keys to his old home that he shared with Castiel, where he knew that the other still lived. He entered through the garage quietly, still wearing the full military attire.

        A smile crossed his lips as he saw Castiel sitting down on the couch, his back facing the Winchester. He leaned against the wall looking at the dark haired man. “You really didn’t think you could get rid of me so easily did you?”

Breezeblocks

Pairing: ReaderXDean (Supernatural)

Prompt: You get possessed by a demon and you overpower for long enough to have Sam read the exorcism, but you almost don’t make it.

Inspiration Song: Breezeblocks by Alt-J
Lyrics Used: muscle to muscle and toe to toe, the fear has gripped me but here I go; my heart sinks as I jump up, your hand grips as my eyes shut; please don’t go, I love you so

Written By: Claire

“Hey boys, let’s talk.” you spoke walking into the study of Bobby’s where Dean and Sam sat, Bobby was off at the library.

“Uh oh, is someone in an emotional mood?” Dean chuckled. His smile dropped the moment he turned to look at you, your eyes pitch black, a smirk on your face.

“Not really.” you giggled back before moving your hand up and pushing it to the side, both the Winchesters being flung up into the air and towards opposite walls.

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“Let her go you son of a bitch.” Dean said in a low growl, standing up from where he landed, pain lacing his voice.

“Listen, in all seriousness I have no intentions on hurting your little plaything, it’s you and baby brother I’m planning on hurting.” you smirked, walking slowly forward, your arms now crossed over your chest.

“(Y/N), we know you’re in there, you can fight this.” Sam spoke from his side of the study, his own body now working its way into a standing position after a few moments of realizing what was happening.

“Oh shut up, you really think this weakling can over power me? You clearly think far too highly of her.” you chuckled, turning to look at Sam before using your powers to once again push both the Winchesters up against opposite walls.

“(Y/N), please.” Dean’s voice strained under the pressure you were applying to his abdomen in particular. You watched in horror as your body slowly began to crush Dean’s chest. You began to scream, not like the boys could hear.

When you’re possessed it’s like you’re put in a cage in your head with a television in front of your face. You can see everything that’s occurring in the present, however you can’t fight against it and the more you struggle the smaller the cage becomes. However you were no weakling, the demon was the one who underestimated you. You felt as the bars of the cage began to bend under your strength.

“What the hell?” the demon spoke, loosening her grip on Dean whose eyes that were clamped shut from pain opened to see the demon start to back up. “You have to be kidding me.” the moaned as you slowly regained control, first in your fingers and then all the way to your joints.

“Dean, do something.” you said, tears of pain rolling down your cheek. Dean and Sam were now completely free from the demons grip, however you were not. You gripped your arms and squeezed hard as though that kept you in control for longer. You suddenly felt Dean grab you and put you down on the couch while Sam scattered to find the exorcism book. Your back arched as more and more tears flowed from your eyes.

“Hang in there okay, don’t stop fighting.” Dean said, grabbing your hand and enduring your tight squeeze which almost made him lose feeling.

Your eyes shut tight as Sam began to say the exorcism, Dean still gripping your hand. You felt the demon kicking and clawing at your insides fighting to stay inside you, however it was only a moment or so before the dark cloud of smoke exited you, leaving your body limp.

“(Y/N)?” Dean asked panic filling him. When you didn’t respond he shook you from your shoulders, however you still had no response. “Sam something’s not right, she isn’t breathing.” he shouted as tears began to well up in his eyes.

“I’ll call the ambulance.” Sam responded before taking off to the kitchen phone.

“Please don’t go (Y/N), you can’t leave me in this shit hole alone.” Dean whispered, a tear falling back down his cheek as his hand found yours again. “I need you, I love you, please don’t go.”

As if on queue, your body jolted up as air filled your lungs again and your heart began to beat. You breathed heavy for a moment, but when you saw Dean next to you, his face wet from tears falling you smiled gently before he wrapped his arms around you tightly. He held you for as long as it took for the ambulances to arrive. It turned out that you had internal bleeding, however what brought you back to life was unknown by the paramedics. However you knew. It was Dean.