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NYT's Notable Books of 2023

Each year, we pore over thousands of new books, seeking out the best novels, memoirs, biographies, poetry collections, stories and more. Here are the standouts, selected by the staff of The New York Times Book Review.

AFTER SAPPHO by Selby Wynn Schwartz

Inspired by Sappho’s work, Schwartz’s debut novel offers an alternate history of creativity at the turn of the 20th century, one that centers queer women artists, writers and intellectuals who refused to accept society’s boundaries.

ALL THE SINNERS BLEED by S.A. Cosby

In his earlier thrillers, Cosby worked the outlaw side of the crime genre. In his new one — about a Black sheriff in a rural Southern town, searching for a serial killer who tortures Black children — he’s written a crackling good police procedural.

THE BEE STING by Paul Murray

In Murray’s boisterous tragicomic novel, a once wealthy Irish family struggles with both the aftermath of the 2008 financial crash and their own inner demons.

BIOGRAPHY OF X by Catherine Lacey

Lacey rewrites 20th-century U.S. history through the audacious fictional life story of X, a polarizing female performance artist who made her way from the South to New York City’s downtown art scene.

BIRNAM WOOD by Eleanor Catton

In this action-packed novel from a Booker Prize winner, a collective of activist gardeners crosses paths with a billionaire doomsday prepper on land they each want for different purposes.

BLACKOUTS by Justin Torres

This lyrical, genre-defying novel — winner of the 2023 National Book Award — explores what it means to be erased and how to persist after being wiped away.

BRIGHT YOUNG WOMEN by Jessica Knoll

In her third and most assured novel, Knoll shifts readers’ attention away from a notorious serial killer, Ted Bundy, and onto the lives — and deaths — of the women he killed. Perhaps for the first time in fiction, Knoll pooh-poohs Bundy's much ballyhooed intelligence, celebrating the promise and perspicacity of his victims instead.

CHAIN-GANG ALL-STARS by Nana Kwame Adjei-Brenyah

This satire — in which prison inmates duel on TV for a chance at freedom — makes readers complicit with the bloodthirsty fans sitting ringside. The fight scenes are so well written they demonstrate how easy it might be to accept a world this sick.

THE COVENANT OF WATER by Abraham Verghese

Verghese’s first novel since “Cutting for Stone” follows generations of a family across 77 years in southwestern India as they contend with political strife and other troubles — capped by a shocking discovery made by the matriarch’s granddaughter, a doctor.

CROOK MANIFESTO by Colson Whitehead

Returning to the world of his novel “Harlem Shuffle,” Whitehead again uses a crime story to illuminate a singular neighborhood at a tipping point — here, Harlem in the 1970s.

THE DELUGE by Stephen Markley

Markley’s second novel confronts the scale and gravity of climate change, tracking a cadre of scientists and activists from the gathering storm of the Obama years to the super-typhoons of future decades. Immersive and ambitious, the book shows the range of its author’s gifts: polyphonic narration, silken sentences and elaborate world-building.

EASTBOUND by Maylis de Kerangal

In de Kerangal’s brief, lyrical novel, translated by Jessica Moore, a young Russian soldier on a trans-Siberian train decides to desert and turns to a civilian passenger, a Frenchwoman, for help.

EMILY WILDE’S ENCYCLOPAEDIA OF FAERIES by Heather Fawcett

The world-building in this tale of a woman documenting a new kind of faerie is exquisite, and the characters are just as textured and richly drawn. This is the kind of folkloric fantasy that remembers the old, blood-ribboned source material about sacrifices and stolen children, but adds a modern gloss.

ENTER GHOST by Isabella Hammad

In Hammad’s second novel, a British Palestinian actor returns to her hometown in Israel to recover from a breakup and spend time with her family. Instead, she’s talked into joining a staging of “Hamlet” in the West Bank, where she has a political awakening.

FORBIDDEN NOTEBOOK by Alba de Céspedes

A best-selling novelist and prominent anti-Fascist in her native Italy, de Céspedes has lately fallen into unjust obscurity. Translated by Ann Goldstein, this elegant novel from the 1950s tells the story of a married mother, Valeria, whose life is transformed when she begins keeping a secret diary.

THE FRAUD by Zadie Smith

Based on a celebrated 19th-century trial in which the defendant was accused of impersonating a nobleman, Smith’s novel offers a vast panoply of London and the English countryside, and successfully locates the social controversies of an era in a handful of characters.

FROM FROM by Monica Youn

In her fourth book of verse, a svelte, intrepid foray into American racism, Youn turns a knowing eye on society’s love-hate relationship with what it sees as the “other.”

A GUEST IN THE HOUSE by Emily Carroll

After a lonely young woman marries a mild-mannered widower and moves into his home, she begins to wonder how his first wife actually died. This graphic novel alternates between black-and-white and overwhelming colors as it explores the mundane and the horrific.

THE HEAVEN & EARTH GROCERY STORE by James McBride

McBride’s latest, an intimate, big-hearted tale of community, opens with a human skeleton found in a well in the 1970s, and then flashes back to the past, to the ’20s and ’30s, to explore the town’s Black, Jewish and immigrant history.

HELLO BEAUTIFUL by Ann Napolitano

In her radiant fourth novel, Napolitano puts a fresh spin on the classic tale of four sisters and the man who joins their family. Take “Little Women,” move it to modern-day Chicago, add more intrigue, lots of basketball and a different kind of boy next door and you’ve got the bones of this thoroughly original story.

A HISTORY OF BURNING by Janika Oza

This remarkable debut novel tells the story of an extended Indo-Ugandan family that is displaced, settled and displaced again.

HOLLY by Stephen King

The scrappy private detective Holly Gibney (who appeared in “The Outsider” and several other novels) returns, this time taking on a missing-persons case that — in typical King fashion — unfolds into a tale of Dickensian proportions.

A HOUSE FOR ALICE by Diana Evans

This polyphonic novel traces one family’s reckoning after the patriarch dies in a fire, as his widow, a Nigerian immigrant, considers returning to her home country and the entire family re-examines the circumstances of their lives.

THE ILIAD by Homer

Emily Wilson’s propulsive new translation of the “Iliad” is buoyant and expressive; she wants this version to be read aloud, and it would certainly be fun to perform.

INK BLOOD SISTER SCRIBE by Emma Törzs

The sisters in Törzs's delightful debut have been raised to protect a collection of magic books that allow their keepers to do incredible things. Their story accelerates like a fugue, ably conducted to a tender conclusion.

KAIROS by Jenny Erpenbeck

This tale of a torrid, yearslong relationship between a young woman and a much older married man — translated from the German by Michael Hofmann — is both profound and moving.

KANTIKA by Elizabeth Graver

Inspired by the life of Graver’s maternal grandmother, this exquisitely imagined family saga spans cultures and continents as it traces the migrations of a Sephardic Jewish girl from turn-of-the-20th-century Constantinople to Barcelona, Havana and, finally, Queens, N.Y.

LAND OF MILK AND HONEY by C Pam Zhang

Zhang’s lush, keenly intelligent novel follows a chef who’s hired to cook for an “elite research community” in the Italian Alps, in a not-so-distant future where industrial-agricultural experiments in America’s heartland have blanketed the globe in a crop-smothering smog.

LONE WOMEN by Victor LaValle

The year is 1915, and the narrator of LaValle’s horror-tinged western has arrived in Montana to cultivate an unforgiving homestead. She’s looking for a fresh start as a single Black woman in a sparsely populated state, but the locked trunk she has in stow holds a terrifying secret.

MONICA by Daniel Clowes

In Clowes’s luminous new work, the titular character, abandoned by her mother as a child, endures a life of calamities before resolving to learn about her origins and track down her parents.

THE MOST SECRET MEMORY OF MEN by Mohamed Mbougar Sarr

Based on a true story and translated by Lara Vergnaud, Sarr’s novel — about a Senegalese writer brought low by a plagiarism scandal — asks sharp questions about the state of African literature in the West.

THE NEW NATURALS by Gabriel Bump

In Bump’s engrossing new novel, a young Black couple, mourning the loss of their newborn daughter and disillusioned with the world, start a utopian society — but tensions both internal and external soon threaten their dreams.

NORTH WOODS by Daniel Mason

Mason’s novel looks at the occupants of a single house in Massachusetts over several centuries, from colonial times to present day. An apple farmer, an abolitionist, a wealthy manufacturer: The book follows these lives and many others, with detours into natural history and crime reportage.

NOT EVEN THE DEAD by Juan Gómez Bárcena

An ex-conquistador in Spanish-ruled, 16th-century Mexico is asked to hunt down an Indigenous prophet in this novel by a leading writer in Spain, splendidly translated by Katie Whittemore. The epic search stretches across much of the continent and, as the author bends time and history, lasts centuries.

THE NURSERY by Szilvia Molnar

“I used to be a translator and now I am a milk bar.” So begins Molnar’s brilliant novel about a new mother falling apart within the four walls of her apartment.

OUR SHARE OF NIGHT by Mariana Enriquez

This dazzling, epic narrative, translated from the Spanish by Megan McDowell, is a bewitching brew of mystery and myth, peopled by mediums who can summon “the Darkness” for a secret society of wealthy occultists seeking to preserve consciousness after death.

PINEAPPLE STREET by Jenny Jackson

Jackson’s smart, dishy debut novel embeds readers in an upper-crust Brooklyn Heights family — its real estate, its secrets, its just-like-you-and-me problems. Does money buy happiness? “Pineapple Street” asks a better question: Does it buy honesty?

THE REFORMATORY by Tananarive Due

Due’s latest — about a Black boy, Robert, who is wrongfully sentenced to a fictionalized version of Florida’s infamous and brutal Dozier School — is both an incisive examination of the lingering traumas of racism and a gripping, ghost-filled horror novel. “The novel’s extended, layered denouement is so heart-smashingly good, it made me late for work,” Randy Boyagoda wrote in his review. “I couldn’t stop reading.”

THE SAINT OF BRIGHT DOORS by Vajra Chandrasekera

Trained to kill by his mother and able to see demons, the protagonist of Chandrasekera’s stunning and lyrical novel flees his destiny as an assassin and winds up in a politically volatile metropolis.

SAME BED DIFFERENT DREAMS by Ed Park

Double agents, sinister corporations, slasher films, U.F.O.s — Park’s long-awaited second novel is packed to the gills with creative elements that enliven his acerbic, comedic and lyrical odyssey into Korean history and American paranoia.

TAKE WHAT YOU NEED by Idra Novey

This elegant novel resonates with implication beyond the taut contours of its central story line. In Novey’s deft hands, the complex relationship between a young woman and her former stepmother hints at the manifold divisions within America itself.

THIS OTHER EDEN by Paul Harding

In his latest novel, inspired by the true story of a devastating 1912 eviction in Maine that displaced an entire mixed-race fishing community, Harding turns that history into a lyrical tale about the fictional Apple Island on the cusp of destruction.

TOM LAKE by Ann Patchett

Locked down on the family’s northern Michigan cherry orchard, three sisters and their mother, a former actress whose long-ago summer fling went on to become a movie star, reflect on love and regret in Patchett’s quiet and reassuring Chekhovian novel.

THE UNSETTLED by Ayana Mathis

This novel follows three generations across time and place: a young mother trying to create a home for herself and her son in 1980s Philadelphia, and her mother, who is trying to save their Alabama hometown from white supremacists seeking to displace her from her land.

VICTORY CITY by Salman Rushdie

Rushdie’s new novel recounts the long life of Pampa Kampana, who creates an empire from magic seeds in 14th-century India. Her world is one of peace, where men and women are equal and all faiths welcome, but the story Rushdie tells is of a state that forever fails to live up to its ideals.

WE COULD BE SO GOOD by Cat Sebastian

This queer midcentury romance — about reporters who meet at work, become friends, move in together and fall in love — lingers on small, everyday acts like bringing home flowers with the groceries, things that loom large because they’re how we connect with others.

WESTERN LANE by Chetna Maroo

In this polished and disciplined debut novel, an 11-year-old Jain girl in London who has just lost her mother turns her attention to the game of squash — which in Maroo’s graceful telling becomes a way into the girl’s grief.

WITNESS by Jamel Brinkley

Set in Brooklyn, and featuring animal rescue workers, florists, volunteers, ghosts and UPS workers, Brinkley’s new collection meditates on what it means to see and be seen.

Y/N by Esther Yi

In this weird and wondrous novel, a bored young woman in thrall to a boy band buys a one-way ticket to Seoul.

YELLOWFACE by R.F. Kuang

Kuang’s first foray outside of the fantasy genre is a breezy and propulsive tale about a white woman who achieves tremendous literary success by stealing a manuscript from a recently deceased Asian friend and passing it off as her own.

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

The Usual Suspects

Masterlist

*3rd Person POV*

Baltimore, Maryland

"Under what name? Oh, yeah, that's my favorite so far. Possible ID's in three states that we know of." Sheridan asked as he was on his cellphone. Then he pulls a paper from the fax machine and stares at it. "I gotta call you back." He said as he hangs up.

Meanwhile, a SWAT team approaches a motel room from the outside.

Back at the station, Sherdian enters an interrogation room then sits down across from Dean Winchester. "Well, first I thought you were just stepping up your game. Credit card fraud, breaking and entering, and this one...puzzled me. Grave desecration. But still these are a long way from murder. Then we get a fax from St. Louis. Where you're suspected of torturing and murdering a young woman. However, no one could prove anything, of course, because supposedly you died there." He said.

Back at the motel, The SWAT team breaks open a 2nd-floor door with a battering ram. Inside, Sam stops, holding his hands up. Diana Ballard advances on Sam, her gun forward. "Going somewhere, Sam?" She asked him as Sam looks at her, nervously. "Now...where's (y/n)?" She asked and Sam shrugs.

"But I gotta tell you something. You look pretty healthy to me." Sheridan said as he looks at Dean. "So now we know Karen Giles wasn't the first person you murdered. But I guarantee you she's the last." He said as he stands for a moment then he walks out.

Early the next morning, Ballard enters another interrogation room, where Sam is pacing by the window. She places a coffee cup on the table. "Thought you might be thirsty." She said and Sam looks at her. "Okay, so you're the good cop. Where's the bad cop?" He asked. "Oh, he's with your brother." Ballard said.

"Okay. And you're holding us why?" Sam asked her. "Well, he's being held on suspicion of murder. And you, we'll see." She said and Sam leans forward, shocked. "Murder?!" He exclaims, shocked. "You sound genuinely surprised. Or are you that good of an actor?" Ballard asked.

"Who was he supposed to have murdered?!" Sam asked her. "We'll get around to that." She said and Sam scoffs. "Well, you can't just hold us here without formal charges!" He shouts. "Well actually, we can, for forty eight hours, but you being a pre-law student, would know that. I know all about you, Sam." She said then she reads from a file.

"You're twenty three years old, no job, no home address. Your mother died when you were a baby, your father's whereabouts are unknown. And then there's the case of your brother Dean. Whose demise was, well, just a little bit exaggerated. Feel free to jump in whenever you like." She said and Sam leans against the wall, folding his arms.

"Shy? No problem. I'll keep going. Your family moved around a lot when you were a kid. Despite that, you were a straight-A student. Got into Stanford with a full ride. Then about a year ago there was a fire in your apartment. One fatality. Jessica Moore, your girlfriend. After she died, you fell off the grid. Left behind everything." She said as she closes the file.

"I needed some time off. To deal. So I'm taking a road trip with my brother and an old family friend." Sam said. "How's that going for you?" Ballard asked. "Great. I mean...we saw the second largest ball of twine in the continental US. Awesome." Sam said and he pulls a chair up to the table and straddles it.

"We ran Dean's fingerprints through AFIS." Ballard said. "Okay." Sam said. "Got over a dozen possible hits." She said. "Possible hits. Which makes them worthless." Sam points out. "But it makes you wonder. What are we gonna find when we run your prints?" She asked him. "And once we find (y/n), we'll run her prints as well."

"Yeah, well." Sam said and he pounds his fist on the table sarcastically. "You be sure to let me know, all right." He said then he points at the cup. "May I?" He asked her. "Please." She said. "Great." He said and he sniffs the cup and sips it as she leans over him, intently.

"Sam, you seem like a good kid. It's not your fault Dean's your brother. We can't pick our family. Right now detectives in St. Louis are exhuming a corpse. They're trying to figure out how your brother faked his own death. After torturing all those young women. Dean's a bad guy. His life is over. Yours doesn't have to be." She said as Sam looks at her, incredulous.

"You want me to turn against my own brother?" Sam asked her. "No. We already caught him cold. Red-handed at the Karen Giles murder scene. We just need you to fill in some missing pieces. And maybe tell us where (y/n) is." Ballard said.

"Why would I do that?" Sam asked her. "Because I can talk to the DA. Make a deal for you. You can get on with your life. Dean's as good as gone. (Y/n)'s, I'm not too sure about her but that's why we need to find her." Ballard said. SM thinks for a moment, looking distraught, then begins speaking quietly.

"My dad, (y/n)'s dad and Tony Giles were old friends. They were in the service together. We've known him since we were kids, you know? So we came as soon as we heard about his death." Sam starts to explain.

Flashback

*(y/n)'s POV*

Dean and I were sitting at a cafe table, he was reading a newspaper and I just look out at the streets. Sam then approaches with a drink carrier, holding three cups of coffee and sets it down.

As he sits, Dean hands over the paper. "There you go." Sam said as he hands us our dinks then takes a chair from another table and pulls it up to our table. "Anthony Giles." Dean said.

"Who's Anthony Giles?" Sam asked him. "He's a Baltimore lawyer. Working late in his office, check it out." Dean said and Sam takes the paper and I lean over to read it as well. "Uh...throat was slit, room was clean. Huh. No DNA, no prints." I read and Dean nods.

"Keep reading, it gets better." He said, encouraging. "Security cameras failed to capture footage of the assailant." Sam said. "So I'm thinking either somebody tampered with the tapes --" Dean said and I talk over him. "Or it's an invisible killer." I said and Dean nods. "My favorite kind. What do you think, guys? You wanna check it out?" He asked us and we nodded.

*3rd Person POV*

Present Day

"Woulda been kinda hard for Dean to kill Tony, considering we weren't in town at the time." Sam said to Ballard. "So tell me what happened next." She said, questionable. "Okay, uh, that's when we went to see Karen. She was barely holding it together. We just wanted to be there for her. You know?" He explains.

Flashback

*(y/n)'s POV*

Karen, a young woman with dark hair and dark-framed glasses, is sitting in her home, on the verge of tears. She's looks at us, as we were dressed as insurance company employees. "Insurance. I totally forgot about the insurance." She said. "We're very sorry to bother you right now, but the company is required to conduct its own investigation. You understand." Sam said to her. "Sure." She said.

"Okay. Um. If you could just tell us anything you remember about the night your husband died." I said to her. "Uh, Tony and I were just supposed to have dinner. He called and said he was having computer troubles and that, that he had to work late. That was it." Karen said.

"Do you have any idea who could have done this to him?" Sam asked her. "No. No, it's like I told the police, I, I have no idea." She said. "Did Tony mention anything, you know, unusual to you? In the days before his death?" Dean asked her.

"Unusual..." she said, confused. "Yeah, like strange?" Dean asked and she shakes her head. "Strange?" She said. "You know, Karen, weird? Weird noises, uh, visions, anything like that?" He asked her and Sam clears his throat and gives Dean a look. Karen turns to Sam, who turns on his concerned-face again, as I shoot Dean a look as Karen glances down.

"He had a nightmare the day before he died." She said. "What kind of a nightmare?" Sam asked her. "Uh, he said that he woke up in the middle of the night and there was a woman standing at the foot of the bed, he blinked and she was gone, I mean, it was just a nightmare." Karen said, shrugging.

"Did he say what she looked like?" Dean asked her. "What the hell difference does it make what she looked like?" She asked, annoyed. "Uh, it's just, our, our company's very thorough." Dean said. "He said she was pale, and she had dark red eyes." She replied.

*3rd Person POV*

Present Day

"So I gave Karen a hug, told her to call me if she needed anything...and that was it. End of story." Sam explained to Ballard, who lowers her head and sighs. "Sam, I am trying to help you here. But you have got to be honest with me. Now we have an eyewitness. Someone who saw two men and a woman fitting you, your brother and (y/n)'s description breaking into Giles' office." She said.

"Okay, look, Karen called us later, said that there was some stuff that she wanted from Tony's office, but the police weren't letting her in -- like, a picture of the two of them in Paris, and some other stuff. Look, it was wrong to enter a crime scene, but she gave us the key!" Sam explained.

*(y/n)'s POV*

Flashback

I pick the lock on Giles office and the three of us enter, ducking under the police tape. Sam shines his flashlight on a pool of blood on the floor. "Hey. Anthony Giles' body was found right about here." Sam said as I read a file. "Throat slit so deep part of his spinal cord was visible." I said and Dean whistles.

"What do you think? Vengeful spirit? Underlining vengeful?" Dean asked us. "Yeah, maybe. I mean he did see that woman at the foot of his bed." I said as Dean picks up a sheet of paper lying on the desk. "Take a look at this." He said amd Sam takes the paper, which contained small-font printing of the word "danashulps" repeated over and over to fill the page.

"Dana Shulps. A name?" Sam asked as I find another paper. "I dunno, but it's everywhere." I said and Dean grins. "Well, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy." He said and I roll my eyes.

Sam shines his flashlight down on the glass table in front of him, pausing. He breathes on the glass, revealing the same letters "DANASHULPS" impressed in the surface. "Wow. I'd say we've officially crossed over into weird." Sam said. "Maybe Giles knew her." Dean said, shrugging. "Or maybe it's the name of our pale red-eyed mystery girl." I said to him. "Well. Let's see what we can see." Dean said.

Later, we become frustrated, having found nothing after searching through all accessible paper and computer files in the office. Sam and I are on our desktop computers. "There's not a single mention of a Dana Shulps anywhere. There's not a D. Shulps. Or any other kind of friggin' Shulps." Dean said, frustrated.

"Great." Sam mutters as I shake my head. "What have you guys got?" Dean asked. "Nothing." I said, raising my hands up then dropping them. "Same here. No Dana Shulps has ever lived or died in Baltimore in the last fifty years at least." Sam said. "So what now?" Dean asked.

"Well, I think I'm pretty close to cracking Giles' password. Maybe there's something in his personal files, you know?" said Sam. "By close you mean..." Dean said. "Thirty minutes, maybe?" Sam said, shrugging, and Dean glances at his watch. "Awesome. So I guess I just get to, uh, hang out." He said then he goes to sit on the bed while Sam and I work on the computer.

Then Dean starts making clicking and mouth-fart noises, which annoyed me and Sam as well. "Dude, seriously." Sam exclaims as I look over at him. "All right, I'm gonna go talk to Karen again, see if she knows anything about this Dana Shulps, huh?" Dean said. "Great." I said as Dean gets up.

"Keep going, Sparky." Dean said and he leaves while I shake my head.

*3rd Person POV*

Present Day

"Then Dean went back to Karen's place to check up on her. I mean, you know, she had been pretty upset earlier." Sam explained. "So why didn't you or (y/n) go with him?" Ballard asked him. "I just went back to the motel. And then (y/n) went to go pick hs ho something to eat." Sam said then he thinks for a moment.

"How'd you know we were there, by the way?" He asked. "We found the motel matchbook on your brother when we arrested him. Let's quit fooling around. Now you were with your brother the whole time you were in Baltimore. Why separate now? Because your brother left you and (y/n). To go murder Karen." Ballard said and Sam shakes his head.

"He didn't kill anyone." Sam said, firmly, then Ballard hits the table. "I heard the 9-1-1 call! Karen was terrified. She said someone was in the house." She yells at Sam.

Flashback

Dean arrives at Karen's and knocks on the door. "Karen, you in there?" He called out but no response he looks around, then picks the lock and enters. He tries the light by the door, but it doesn't work.

He goes further into the house, up the stairs and into the bedroom. He pushes open the door and sees Karen lying on the floor in a pool of her own blood, her throat is slit deeply. He sees the pages from the printer and frowns.

"Seriously, what the hell?" He asked as he kneels down by Karen's body, noticing bruises on her wrists. He takes one wrist in his hand.

"Freeze." A voice ordered.

Behind Dean, two cops have their guns trained on him. "Stay on your knees. Hands where I can see them. Now!" The officer said and he complies. "Cuff him." The officer said and her partner goes and cuffs Dean.

Present Day

Sherdian is sitting in an observation room from which he can see Dean, handcuffed to a table. Ballard enters. "You getting anywhere with him?" She asked him. "No. Just a lot of wise-ass remarks. You?" He asked. "Sam's story matches Dean's to the last detail." Ballard said.

"Hmm. Yeah, well, these guys are good. I'll give 'em that. We just need to find that (y/n) girl. She's the missing piece. Have you heard if they found her?" Sheridan asked her and she shakes her head. "If we don't get Sam to flip we have nothing but a lot of circumstantial evidence. Or if we don't find (y/n)...." Ballard said.

"Hey. We've got Dean at the crime scene with blood on his hands. Juries have convicted for less." Sheridan said to her. "Yeah, but, I mean, where's the murder weapon? What's the motive? You talk about reasonable doubt." Ballard said, doubtful. "Diana." Sheridan said and he touches her face after he turns to her. "Do you have reasonable doubt? We keep leaning on these guys, one of them will tumble. And don't forget about St. Louis. I'm telling you. This Dean guy is our guy." He said, firmly.

"I know Tony Giles was a friend of yours." Ballard said and Sheridan's jaw sets. "Yeah. He was, he was a good friend." He said, firmly. "Look, and I know you want to clean this mess up quick. But come on, Tony knew a lot of criminal types, I mean, maybe we're just..." she said, shrugging, but he shakes his head.

"Criminal types? He was a defense lawyer, for godsakes, of course he knew criminal types." He said and Ballard sighs. "All right, let's get back at 'em." She said. "No, you know what? Let 'em stew in their juices for a bit. Come here." He said and he leans in and kisses her.

Dean, still handcuffed to the table, is muttering to himself, thinking. "Dana Shulps, Dana Shulps, Dana Shulps Dana, Dana Shulps..." he mutters while in Sam's interrogation room, he pulls a pad of paper and a pen to him and writes "DANA SHULPS" in block letters, frowning in thought.

"Maybe it's not a name. Maybe it's not a name." Dean mutters to himself. "Anagram, maybe?" Sam whispers and he writes "ANDA SH..." underneath the first line, then continues.

Head down, Dean continues to mutter to himself until there's a knock on the door; he looks up. A smiling middle-aged man pokes his head in. "Mr. Winchester?" He said. "Yeah." Dean said. "I'm Jeffrey Kraus. I'm with the public defender's office. I'm your lawyer." Krause introduced. "Oh. Thank God. I'm saved." Dean said, deadpanned, as Kraus sits down.

"Hey, could I, uh, steal a pen from you? Some paper?" He asked. "Sure." Jesus said and he hands over the items and Dean starts scribbling. "Uh, well, the police haven't found a weapon yet. So that's good. But, uh, they got your prints. And literally blood on your hands. And with your police record, uh..." Kraus said but he sees that Dean is ignoring him.

"Mr. Winchester? What are you doing?" He asked. "I think it's an anagram." Dean replies and Kraus looks at him, confused. "A what?" He asked. "An anagram. Same letters, different words." Dean said as the pad of paper now reads:

DNA SHULPS

DAN SHULPAS

LAND PUSHAS

SUPASH LAND

PUSH LANDAS

PLUSH DANAS

"Uh, do me a favor? See if you recognize any of these words, you know, local names, places, anything like that?" Dean asked Kraus as he pushes the paper to him. "Do you understand how serious these charges are?" Kraus asked. "I'm handcuffed to a table. Yeah, I get it. Humor me. Take a quick look." Dean said to him.

Kraus pulls the pad over to him and looks it over. "Well, S-U-P, I don't know about that, but Ashland is a street name. Not far from here." He said. "A street." Dean said then he takes the pad back, tears off a sheet of paper and starts writing again.

"Let's start with where you were the night Anthony Giles died." Kraus said then Dean turns to him. "Can you get in to see my brother?" He asked. "Mr. Winchester, you could be facing the death penalty here." Kraus said, warningly. "Hey, thanks for the law review, Matlock. But. If you want to help me..." Dean said then he holds up the folded note he's just finished. "I need you to see my brother." He said.

Sam looks at the note Dean sent him, which reads:

HILTS —

IT'S A STREET

ASHLAND.

-MCQUEEN

"I hope that's meaningful. But I'd like to discuss your case now." Kraus said and Sam gestures to the chair. "Sure thing, Matlock." He said and Kraus rolls his eyes. "You two really are brothers, aren't you?" He mutters as he sits down. "Now. As you know, the DA might be interested in..." he said when there was a knock on the door, which was quickly followed by Ballard, who addresses Kraus.

"We need you. With the other one." She said to him, firmly.

Several others have crowded into the observation room outside where Dean is being held; across from his seat a digital camera has been set up. Ballard and Kraus enter. "Counselor? Your boy decided to confess." Sheridan said and Kraus turns to Dean.

"Mr. Winchester? I'd advise against that strongly." He said but Dean ignores him. "Talk directly into the camera, first stating your name for the record." Sheridan said to Dean, who clears his throat and leans forward, looking into the camera.

"My name is Dean Winchester. I'm an Aquarius. I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach, and frisky women. And I did not kill anyone. But I know who did. Or rather what did. Of course it can't be for sure, because our investigation was interrupted. But our working theory was that we're looking for some kind of vengeful spirit." He said and Ballard looks at him, confused.

"Excuse me?" She said as Dean continues. "You know, Casper the bloodthirsty ghost?" He asked while in the observation room, the spectators start laughing. "Tony Giles saw it. I'll bet you cash money Karen did too. But see, the interesting thing is the word it leaves behind. For some reason it's trying to tell us something. But communicating across the veil, it ain't easy. You know, sometimes the spirits, they, they get things jumbled. You remember REDRUM. Same concept. You know, it's, uh, maybe word fragments... other times, it's anagrams. See, at first we thought this was a name, Dana Shulps. But now we think it's a street. Ashland. Whatever's going on, I'll bet you it started there." Dean said then he spreads his hands and smiles.

"You arrogant bastard. Tony and Karen were good people, and you're making jokes." Sheridan said, angrily. "I'm not joking, Ponch." Dean said. "You murdered them in cold blood just like that girl in St. Louis." Sheridan growled. "Oh, yeah. That wasn't me either. That was a shape-shifter creature that only looked like me." Dean replied as he smiles at the camera.

Sherdian loses his temper and hauls Dean up by the collar, slamming him against the wall. "Pete, that is enough!" Ballard yells.

"You asked for the truth." Dean said as Sheridan glares at him then let's him go. "Lock his ass up." He orders as another cop takes over, shoving Dean face-first against the wall and handcuffing him.

Sherdian and Ballard return to the other room only to find Sam gone; the coffee and the note are still on the table. "What the hell? Where is he?" Sheridan asked as he goes to the window, which is open, and looks out.

Ballard sees the note on the table and picks it up. "What'd he do? The fire escape's way over there. I bet that (y/n) girl came in and...what?" Sheridan said as he looks at Ballard.

"These two guys." She said and she hands him the note. "Hilts and McQueen?" He said, confused. "Hilts is Steve McQueen's character in the Great Escape." Ballard explains and Sheridan growls as he crumbles the paper in his hand.

Ballard enters the bathroom and the lights flicker. She sighs. As she approaches the sink, it turns on by itself. She recoils then all the faucets start pouring out hot water, steam rising.

In the fogging mirror the letters DANASHULPS are formed; Ballard scrubs them away to reveal a ghost. Her throat is slit deeply, her eyes deep red. She struggles to talk while Ballard is too shocked to speak.

Dean was handcuffed to another table as Ballard enters, nervous. Then she shuts the door. "Can we make this quick? I'm a little tired, it's been a long day, you know, with your partner assaulting me and all." Dean grumbles as Ballard looks over at him. "I want to know more about that stuff you were talking about earlier." She said and Dean looks up at her.

"Time Life. Mysteries of the Unknown. Look it up." He said. "Let's pretend for the moment you're not entirely insane." She said and Dean hums at this. "What would one of these things be doing here?" She asked. "A vengeful spirit? Well, they're created by violent deaths. And then they come back for a reason, usually a nasty one. Like revenge on the people that hurt 'em." Dean explains.

"And uh, these, they're capable of killing people?" She asked as she rubs her neck. Dean then notices something on her wrist. "Where did you get that?" He asked her. She pulls up her sleeves to reveal deep bruises. "I don't know. It, it wasn't there before." She said, scared and confused.

"You've seen it, haven't you? The spirit?" Dean asked and she looks back at him. "How did you know?" She asked. "Because Karen had the same bruises on her wrists. And I'm willing to bet that if you look at Giles' autopsy photos he's got 'em too, it's got something to do with this spirit, I...I don't know what." Dean said and Ballard turns away, looking into the mirror. "I know. You think you're going crazy. But let's skip that part, shall we? Because the last two people who saw this thing? Died, pretty soon after. You hear me?" He said to her.

"You think I'm going to die." She said. "You need to go to Sam and (y/n). They'll help." Dean said and Ballard turns to him. "You're giving your brother and your friend up." She said. "Go to the first motel listed in the yellow pages. Look for Jim Rockford or Olivia Benson- it's how we find each other when we're separated. Now you can arrest them if you want. Or you can let them save your life." Dean said as the two stare at each other.

*(y/n)'s POV*

Sam and I were sitting at a motel desk, going through the files of the case. Ever since the cops came and arrested Sam and Dean, I had been hiding among the town which I can tell you it was really hard. I had even went into the impound lot and found the Impala and snuck it out of the lot.

At one point, I saw Sam running along the street and I stopped him and told him to hop in. He got in and we went into a different hotel and tried to figure this case out.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I looked over at Sam then I get up, slowly, and open it to find a woman, wearing a formal suit, standing there, looking scared but also surprised. "(Y/n), I presume." She said to me. "And you must be Officer Ballard." I said and she nods. "You here to arrest us?" I asked her as Sam comes up next to me. She shakes her head and shrugs and I nod and let her in.

After she explained herself, she shows us her wrists. "These showed up after you saw it?" Sam asked her. "Yeah, I guess." She said. "All right. You're going to have to tell us exactly what you saw." I said to her, firmly. "You know, I must be losing my mind. You're a fugitive." She said as she points at Sam then she turns to me. "You're a person of interest. I should be arresting you two." She said.

"All right. Well, you know what? You can arrest us later, all right? After you live through this. But right now you've gotta talk to us. Okay?" Sam said and she nods. "Okay, great. Now, this spirit. What did it look like?" I asked her. "She was, um, really pale, and her throat was cut, and her eyes, they were like, this deep dark red? It appeared like she was trying to talk to me. But she couldn't. It was just...a lot of blood." She explains.

"You know what? Here. We've been researching every girl that's ever died or gone missing from Ashland Street." Sam said as we lead her over to a table, where Sam gathers up a stack of crime scene photos. "How'd you get those? Those are from crime scenes, and booking photos." Ballard said, shocked.

"You have your job, we have ours. Here. I need you to look through these, tell us if you recognize anyone." Sam said and Ballard sits and flips through the stack. On the third photo, a young woman's booking photo, she stops. "This is her. I'm sure of it." She said and I look at the photo.

"Claire Becker? Twenty eight years old, disappeared about eight or nine months ago." I told her and she looks at us, confused. "But I don't even know her. I mean, why would she come after me?" She asked. "Well, before her death, she was arrested twice. For dealing heroin." I explain as Sam and I look at her.

"You ever work narcotics?" Sam asked her. "Yeah, Pete and I did. Before Homicide." She said and I hold up Claire's picture. "You ever bust her?" Sam asked her and she shakes her head. "Not that I remember." She said. "It says that she was last seen entering 2911 Ashland Street. Police searched the place, didn't find anything. Guess we gotta check it out ourselves. See if we can find her body." I said and she shakes her head.

"What?" She asked. "Well, we gotta salt and burn her bones. It's the only way to put her spirit to rest." Sam said and Ballard looks at us, disbelief. "Of course it is." She said and I chuckled as we start to head out.

We make it to Ashland Street and lead Ballard into a dark and creepy Warehouse. "So what exactly are we looking for?" Ballard asked us. "We'll let you know when we find it." Sam said and we split up. I checked up a flight of stairs for a few moments when I heard Ballard shout. "Sam? (Y/n)? Guys!"

I run down the stairs and meet up with Sam as we go over to Ballard. "Hey! Hey, we're here." Sam said to her as we come up to her as she looks ahead of herself in fear. "What is it? What happened?" I asked her. "Claire..." she said.

"Where?" Sam asked her. "She, she was here." Ballard said as she points in front of her. "Did she attack you?" I asked her. "No. No, she was just like, reaching out to me. She was over there by the window." She said and she points at the window, which is blocked by a shelving unit.

"Here, help me move this, Sam." I said to Sam and he nods and we shove the shelves aside, revealing the window. It is labeled from the outside: Ashland Supplies.

"Our little mystery word." Ballard said as we turn to see a shadow on the opposite wall, casting the words into clear reflection. "Now the extra letters make sense." Sam said and he pulls out his EMF reader and approaches the opposite wall.

"What is that?" Ballard asked. "Spirits and certain remains give off electromagnetic frequencies." I explained to her. "So if Claire's body was here, that would indicate that?" She asked. "Yeah. Well, that's the theory." Sam said and the EMF reader purrs as he waves it over the brick wall. He turns to us.

Sam and I start breaking through the wall with a couple of sledgehammers while Ballard stood back out of harm's way. When we knock out a sizable hole, I poke my flashlight inside and look. "Yeah. Yeah, there's definitely something in there." I said and we start breaking through the wall with our elbows and fists.

"You know? This is bothering me." Sam said. "Well, you two are digging up a corpse." Ballard said and I chuckled. "No, not that. That's, uh, that's pretty par for the course, actually." Sam said, smiling. "Then what?" Ballard asked. "It's just, I mean, no vengeful spirit we've ever tussled with wanted to be wasted, so why the hell would Claire lead us to her remains? It doesn't make any sense." Sam said as we break open most of the wall.

Together, we pulled out a shroud-wrapped body and place it on the ground. I pull out a pocket knife and cut the ropes holding the shroud together, uncovering Claire's body. Ballard holds out her wrists to see that they matched the way the ties were around Claire's wrist. "Her wrists. Yeah, they'd be bruised just like yours?" Sam said when Ballard kneels down and notices a necklace on the corpse and touches it cautiously.

"That necklace mean something to you?" I asked her. "I've seen it before. It's rare. It was custom made over on Carson street." She said as she reaches into her neckline and pulls out the same necklace. "I have one just like it. Pete gave it to me." She said and my jaw drops a bit.

"Now this all makes perfect sense." I said as Sam nods. "I'm sorry?" She asked. "Yeah. You see, Claire is not a vengeful spirit, she's a death omen." Sam said to her.

"Excuse me?" Ballard said, confused. "Claire's not killing anyone. She's trying to warn them. You see, sometimes spirits, they don't want vengeance, they want justice. Which is why she led us here in the first place. She wants us to know who her killer is." I explain then Sam stares at her.

"Detective, how much do you know about your partner?" He asked. She thinks for a moment before a look of realization comes over her face. "Oh my God." She whispers.

"What?" Sam and I asked her. "About a year ago, some heroin went missing from lockup. Obviously it was a cop. We never found out who did it. But whoever did it would need someone to fence their product." She said. "Someone like a heroin dealer. Somebody like Claire." I said and she looks at us shocked.

I drive the Impala as I follow Sam and Ballard to this forest area. Sam had called me and told me they were looking for Pete as he had taken Dean and was gonna transfer him to a different prison, by himself. Which means he was planning something.

We get out of the cars and run into the woods to see Pete had Dean down on the ground, his gun aimed at him. "Or maybe you do." He said once he cocks his gun.

"Pete! Put the gun down." Ballard ordered as she holds her gun up at him and Sam and I come up to her. "Diana? How'd you find me?" Pete asked her, shocked. "I know about Claire." Ballard said. "I don't know what you're talking about." He said, acting dumb.

"Put the gun down!" Ballard ordered. Oh, I don't think so. You're fast. I'm pretty sure I'm faster." Pete said as he continues to aim the gun at Dean, who looks over at me and Sam.

"Why are you doing this?" Ballard asked him. "I didn't do anything, Diana." Pete said. "It's a little late for that." Ballard said and Pete stares at her before he let's out a sigh. It wasn't my fault. Claire was trying to turn me in, I had no choice." He said.

"And Tony? Karen?" Ballard asked him. "Same thing! Tony scrubbed the money, he got skittish, and then he wanted to come clean. I'm sure he told Karen everything." Pete exclaims as Dean glances at us, as I give him how do we get out of this look. Dean shakes his head and I rolled my eyes at this.

"It was a mess; I had to clean it up. I just panicked." Pete said. "How many more people are gonna die over this, Pete?" Ballard asked. "There's a way out. This Dean kid's a friggin' gift. We could pin the whole thing on him. Right? No trial, nothing. Just, just one more dead scumbag." Pete said and Dean looks up at him. "Hey!" He said, offended, as he starts to stand up but Pete raises the gun and Dean backs off.

"No one will question it. Diana, please. I still love you." Pete said to Ballard, who starts to lower her gun. "Thank you. Thank you." He said, appreciatevly. As he turns back to Dean, Ballard brings her gun up and fires, hitting Pete in the stomach. He goes down and Dean rolls out of the way.

"Then why don't you buy me another necklace, you ass?" Ballard asked, angrily. Pete tackles her legs, knocking her down and she loses her gun. Sam and I try to go for it, but Pete gets there first. "Don't do it! Don't do it!" He warns us but then a gunshot goes off. Pete falls down, revealing Ballard shot him in the back.

After uncuffing Dean, Ballard was kneeling by the body of her late partner. She gets up and approaches us as we were standing nearby. "You doin' all right?" I asked her. "Not really. The death omen Claire. What happens to her now?" She asked her. "Should be over. She should be at rest." Sam said to her.

"So, uh. What now, officer?" Dean asked her. "Pete did confess to me. He screwed up your cases royally. I'd say that there's a good chance that we could get your cases dismissed." She said to us. "You'd take care of that for us?" Sam asked, shocked. "I hope so. But the St. Louis murder charges? That's another story. I can't help you. Unless...I just happened to turn my back, and you walked away. I could just tell them that the suspects escaped." She said.

"Wait, are you sure?" I asked her. "Yeah, she's sure, (y/n)." Dean said. "No, it's just, I mean, you could lose your job over something like that." I said to Ballard as she looks down. "Look, I just want you guys out there doing what you do best. Trust me, I'll sleep better at night." She said and she turns to go. "Listen, you need to watch your back. They're gonna be looking for both of you right now. Get out of here. I gotta radio this in." She said and the boys and I share a look.

"Oh, uh, do you know where my car is?" Dean asked but I placed a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, I got her, the car is just down the road." I said to him and he smiles at me. "How did you manage to get it out of the impound?" Ballard asked as she turns to me, curiously.

I smiled at her. "I've got my ways." I said and I look at the boys and gestures for us to leave and we walk off down the road. "Nice lady." Sam said. "Yeah, for a cop. Did she look familiar to you?" Dean asked us. "No, why?" Sam and I said as Sam shoves Dean, playfully.

"I don't know. Anyway, are you guys hungry?" Dean asked us. "No." Sam said as I shake my head. "For some reason I could really go for some pea soup." Dean said and I laugh as we get into the car and I hand the keys to Dean and we take off.

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 1 year

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I would like to make a request between Sam Winchester x reader.

If Sam were put in a room with all of his ex's girlfriends (living and dead), would he still choose the reader? (The answer is yes!)

I wish there was a bit of angst why the reader feels insecure, a lot of cuteness, and a happy ending.

💙💙💙

Pick One

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, Reader, Original Character, Dean Winchester, Meretseger, Ruby, Jessica Moore, Becky Rosen

Word Count: 2623 // Rating: Teen & Up

Summary: The boys have quite a few insecurities to pick from but what they didnt anticipate is so do you.

Tags/ Warnings: Torment, Egyptian God, Meretseger God of Mercy, Delusions, Dead Girlfriends, Angst, Loss of a Partner, Fear, Insecurities, Requests, Requested Fic, Losing a Loved One, Baiting,

Notes: Hope this is alright for you @fuiabarcelos <;3

'This thing gets off on making you live your worst nightmares,' Sam said as he skimmed through the textbook in front of him, 'apparently, it can make things appear and mess with your head until some people literally die of fear.' 'Well that shouldn't be too bad,' Dean said, cracking open a beer, 'I mean we live our worst nightmares most days.' 'It's not funny Dean,' Sam chastised. 'Yeah I mean the stuff floating around in our heads isn't going to be easy to fight off,' I said. 'Well as long as we can fend it off long enough to kill that son of a bitch then I don't see the issue,' Dean said, placing his beer down on the table and then heading into the bathroom. Sam looked across the table at me hesitantly and I offered him a weak smile. Normally I was on Dean's side about things like this. We were both a little more hot-headed than Sam going in all guns blazing and asking questions later but this hunt had me nervous. A regular ghost? No problem. A nest of vamps? Hand me a machete. But a godlike creature that had the ability to turn your worst fears into a reality? Not exactly in my top ten favourites.

Unfortunately, there didn't seem to be another way to tackle this case. We'd rolled into town to a dozen dead bodies all seemingly dropping dead with little or no evidence as to why. After some digging, we’d found that there was god gone rogue killing easy targets for fun. Which is how I ended up at a bar on my own trying to attract as much attention as possible. This often happened though it was more due to my willingness to be used as bait than the boys wanting me to. The thing was I always knew they’d come to save the day. So why worry?

That was the thought I had as I left the bar, my hand clasping the angel blade up my sleeve, as I walked clumsily to my car. I looked drunk though I’d had nothing but zero per cent beers and I was swaying enough to be noticeable. That was when I heard it, a noise behind me like footsteps growing ever closer but before I could turn around and defend myself my world went black.

When I awoke I was under bright fluorescents. My eyes stung as I cracked them open and as I sat up I found myself in a room that looked like valentines day had thrown up in it. A pink stage adorned with hearts held a podium and some chairs and as I looked around confused, I found Sam and Dean on either side of me looking even more perplexed than I was. All of a sudden booming music hit my ears

‘What the fu-’ I started but I was cut off as a man appeared, running to the centre of the small stage in front of me as fake applause echoed around me. ‘Thank you! Thank you!’ he said. He was tall and slim with short blond hair and a plastic charm to him. I tried to move forward but I couldn't, my legs fixed to the floor. His face tightened as I attempted to move, ‘oh no. You stay where you are, the show hasn't even started yet.’ ‘What’s the hells going on?’ Dean asked, looking around. ‘You don’t know?’ he said, ‘I mean you’ve done such a good job at tracking me down I figured you’d know everything about me.’ ‘We don't know what you’re talking about-’ I protested. ‘Don't lay dumb with me sweetheart,’ he snapped before his face went sickly sweet again, ‘I mean you put on quite the show. You almost had me fooled but did you really think I wouldn't notice two hulking boys in a gas guzzler waiting for you a street away.’

‘Alright, so you caught us baiting you so what?’ Dean asked. ‘So I don’t take kindly to hunters interfering in my business.’ ‘So what, you bring us to Barbie's dream house for what?’ Dean asked gruffly. ‘Not for nothing. I mean you have been tracking me all week, surely you know the game by now.’ ‘Yeah yeah, you torment the crap out of people until they drop-down dead, we're up to speed.’ ‘Oh but darling, it's so much more than that!’ he said, gesturing to the set around us, ‘I show you your deepest darkest nightmares! More to the point I make you live them! And boy oh boy were there some doozies to pick from in all of your ol noggins.’ ‘Newsflash pal we aren’t exactly easy to scare here,’ Sam said but the man flicked his wrist making Sam's voice stop in its tracks. ‘Audience participation is later bub,’ he said, ‘but before we get to that let’s start our game shall we? Now I must admit I did have to go a little outside the box for this one. Jazz it up a little. I mean most people can be taken down by a big spider or some axe-wielding maniac but you? You lot are a little more complex aren't ya sweetheart?’

As he came towards me and stroked my face I pulled away in disgust, ‘so I figured we’d play a little game. So let’s get into position.’

As he snapped his fingers I was thrust forward into the end chair in a long line of them. I was forced to sit down and watched as Sam was manhandled to stand opposite me, our ‘host’ standing behind a podium as he started.

'Now we have our audience,' he said gesturing to Dean who was still wriggling against his invisible bindings, 'and our contestant,' he said gesturing to Sam who was watching him with a thunderous expression, 'but we need a few more players don't you think?'

There was a round of applause from seemingly nowhere which he smiled smugly at, wavering his 'adoring crowd' to silence. Then he gestured to the seat next to me and said, 'so why don't we ask our first player to come on down! She's smart, she's young and most importantly smokin' hot it's Sam's first love Jessicaaaaaaa Moore!'

A pretty young blonde woman appeared as if from nowhere, bringing with her anguish and disbelief on Sam's face. My heart ached. I had never met Jess and he rarely liked to talk about her but when he did it was always with adoration and love. I didn't blame him for loving her. She was gorgeous and from what he had told me smart and sweet to boot. But I was jealous. I loved Sam but our life was never easy. It would've been nice to be together the way they were, simple and uncomplicated.

'Jess?' he said in little more than a whisper as she smiled at him. 'Hey Sam,' she said, glancing at Dean and then me, 'what's going on?' 'Let her go,' Sam said stiffly, looking towards the man holding us captive. 'Sammy, Sammy, we've not even started,' he said, 'now you know her. She's the girl you love to hate! Please welcome Ruby to the stage!'

Again another girl appeared alongside Jessica, her polar opposite. Surly and dark with cascading brown hair and a scowl. I felt no jealousy towards her. Only hate. She was the one that had changed Sam, took that natural light inside of him and manipulated it. She was the one that left him guilt-ridden and blaming himself for everything he did. I wanted to claw her eyes out.

‘I’m in hell right?’ she asked. 'Oh come on,' Dean said with a roll of his eyes. 'Now I know she wasn't your favourite Deano but we have to respect our players,' the host said, 'though this next one is a little hard to do. She's the little pocket rocket that's tolerable in small doses and the only one who managed to bag a ring on her finger. Becky Rooooooooosen!'

Again with a poof, Becky appeared next to me, her bundle of nervous energy spilling out immediately as she said, 'Sam? Dean? What's happening? Where am I? Who's that? Oh my god, Ruby?! Is this-'

Then she stopped as the host gagged her with a flash of his hand.

'Okay maybe Becky was a step too far,' he shrugged, 'but of course, we're not done. Last but not least we have our lovely Y/N. A hunter and a great match for our Sammy boy don't you think.' 'Go to hell,' I sneered, making a malicious expression flicker across his face before he smiled. As it happened I felt realisation click into place. I glanced at the girls beside me. I had thought this was about Sam. He was a tortured soul, he and his brother both were ridden with guilt about losing everyone they loved. I thought he was setting Sam up for a fall and that he was going to rip each girl away and watch him look on in horror but it wasn’t that. This game wasn't for him. It was for me. My worst fear.

'So now we have our panel, let's get down to business,' he said. 'Yeah,' Dean said sarcastically, 'if we're done seeing every dead chick Sam has ever banged I'd like to get down to it and cut your frickin head off.' 'Patience kitten,' he teased. 'What? What are you gonna do? Make me watch you kill 'em? Have them tell me how much they loathe me? How original,' Sam said though his tough demeanour was hiding the truth behind it I could tell from the look in his eyes. 'Not at all,' the host said. 'So what then?' Sam spat. 'Pick one,' he said with a menacing glint in his eye. 'What?' Sam asked incredulously. 'I'm giving you a pass Sammy. A love of your life back from the dead. Love and all that good stuff right at your fingertips,' he said, 'all you gotta do is pick one.' 'You can't do that,' Sam said in a whisper, his eyes flicking to us all and landing on me guiltily before he moved them away. 'I'm a God,' the host said. 'You can't bring someone back from the dead. Not without a catch,' Sam said. 'Oh so it is one of the dead ones then?' he asked. 'That's not what I said,' Sam said. 'Sure it's not,' he said, 'still gotta sting though huh Y/N?' 'Stop it,' I said, feeling a thickness in my throat. 'Are you sure you want me to? I mean aren't you curious?' the host said walking over to me until he was standing, bearing down at me with a menacing smile, ‘I mean it’d be nice to know right? The real truth of the matter. What do you think Y/N huh?’ ‘Leave her alone!’ Sam shouted. ‘Why should I?’ he said moving around so he was standing behind me, his hands on my shoulders as we watched Sam struggling against his bindings, ‘I mean it would do you a favour right? If she wasn’t here. It’d make your decision a whole lot easier I’m sure. How about it Sammy? What’s another dead girlfriend to ya I mean I could make it a fair trade this one for the pretty blonde. Or how about the moody-faced one?’

I could feel my heart hammering in my chest as sadness flowed through me. It was worse than any spider or axe-wielding maniac could ever be. The scrutiny of it all and Sam’s lack of a response tore my heart in two. This was what he did. Tormented his victims until they were broken and hurting until he killed them, like a cat and mouse. Well, it hurt enough.

‘Shut your mouth,’ Sam said viciously. ‘Ooh not a nice boy are we Sammy?’ he chuckled pulling me back by my hair as a sharp fingernail trailed along my bared neck, ‘maybe a little flesh wound might make you act better.’ ‘You wanna torture me fine! This is how. You want my worst fear it’s this. Her. Being hurt. Losing her. You happy?’ Sam shouted making shock hit me as relief flooded through me. ‘Aw isn't he sweet?’ he said, ‘shame…I almost wish I didnt have to kill her now.’

He placed a hand around my throat and squeezed tightly as he leaned down to place his teeth on my neck. I tried to push away but I was bound to the chair, unable to relieve myself though I didnt need to. As his lips ghosted my neck they were gone and his head was flopping down my body onto the floor where his glossy-eyed stare looked up at me as his body hit the deck with a thud. His strength was immediately gone, our invisible bindings disappearing as our surroundings blended into one of a dingy dank warehouse and Dean stepped out around me looking at me with a cocky smile.

‘How did you?’ I asked looking between him and the body in front of my eyes. ‘Seems the more interested he got about you and Sammy the less attention he paid to lil ol’ me,’ Dean said. ‘Good job we gave you the weapon then,’ I said looking at the iron blade doused in cobra venom that we had had to get. ‘Yeah, and good job we didn’t let on we knew who he was,’ Dean said, ‘still I don't know what I thought was gonna happen when you said Egyptian God but it ain’t this.’ ‘Are you okay?’ Sam said rushing to my side and hugging me. I couldn't see anything for a moment as I was embroiled in his chest but as I pulled back I noticed Dean roll his eyes though he did wink at me as he moved to start hauling the body out the door. ‘I’m fine Sam,’ I said as we stepped away out of Dean’s earshot. ‘Are you sure? He didnt hurt you?’ he said. ‘No, I’m fine,’ I said as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and I placed my arm across his chest, snuggling into his side as we walked towards the outside where Dean already was. ‘Yeah, what's a little light torture in the afternoon?’ Sam joked which made me stop in my tracks. ‘Sam?’ I asked tentatively as he looked down at me his eyebrows knitting together. ‘Yeah?’ he asked. ‘What do you think he was trying to do?’ I asked. Confusion flicked across his face for a moment before he shrugged and said, ‘I figured he was trying to show me my worst nightmare. I mean it was all people I’ve lost.’ ‘Oh,’ I said nodding and turning away. I started walking towards the door but Sam grabbed my wrist and whipped me around so I was facing him, watching me with suspicion.

‘You don't think that's what it was?’ he asked. I bit my lip and dropped my gaze before I looked up and sighed. ‘It was me,’ I said, ‘he wasnt torturing you it was me.’ ‘But Jess, Ruby,’ he stammered, ‘they’re-’ ‘People you’ve loved. People you might love more than me,’ I admitted as tears stung my eyes and I blinked them away. ‘Y/N,’ Sam said concerned. ‘Don't,’ I countered, ‘don't say I’m being silly because I know I’m not. I know our life isn't what you would've chosen if you could-’ ‘But I wouldn't choose anyone else,’ Sam said pulling me into him and grasping my face tenderly. ‘Really?’ I said after a moment. ‘It’s not what I planned but I wouldn't have it any other way,’ he said pressing a kiss to my forehead,

'Oh so it is one of the dead ones then?’ he asked.

'That’s not what I said,’ Sam said.

'Sure it’s not,’ he said, 'still gotta sting though huh Y/N?’

'Stop it,’ I said, feeling a thickness in my throat.

'Are you sure you want me to? I mean aren’t you curious?’ the host said walking over to me until he was standing, bearing down at me with a menacing smile, ‘I mean it’d be nice to know right? The real truth of the matter. What do you think Y/N huh?’

‘Leave her alone!’ Sam shouted.

‘Why should I?’ he said moving around so he was standing behind me, his hands on my shoulders as we watched Sam struggling against his bindings, ‘I mean it would do you a favour right? If she wasn’t here. It’d make your decision a whole lot easier I’m sure. How about it Sammy? What’s another dead girlfriend to ya I mean I could make it a fair trade this one for the pretty blonde. Or how about the moody-faced one?’

‘Shut your mouth,’ Sam said viciously.

‘Ooh not a nice boy are we Sammy?’ he chuckled pulling me back by my hair as a sharp fingernail trailed along my bared neck, ‘maybe a little flesh wound might make you act better.’

‘You wanna torture me fine! This is how. You want my worst fear it’s this. Her. Being hurt. Losing her. You happy?’ Sam shouted making shock hit me as relief flooded through me.

‘Aw isn’t he sweet?’ he said, ‘shame…I almost wish I didn’t have to kill her now.’

He placed a hand around my throat and squeezed tightly as he leaned down to place his teeth on my neck. I tried to push away but I was bound to the chair, unable to relieve myself though I didn’t need to. As his lips ghosted my neck they were gone and his head was flopping down my body onto the floor where his glossy-eyed stare looked up at me as his body hit the deck with a thud. His strength was immediately gone, our invisible bindings disappearing as our surroundings blended into one of a dingy dank warehouse and Dean stepped out around me looking at me with a cocky smile.

‘How did you?’ I asked looking between him and the body in front of my eyes.

‘Seems the more interested he got about you and Sammy the less attention he paid to lil ol’ me,’ Dean said.

‘Good job we gave you the weapon then,’ I said looking at the iron blade doused in cobra venom that we had had to get.

‘Yeah, and good job we didn’t let on we knew who he was,’ Dean said, ‘still I don’t know what I thought was gonna happen when you said Egyptian god but it ain’t this.’

‘Are you okay?’ Sam said rushing to my side and hugging me. I couldn’t see anything for a moment as I was embroiled in his chest but as I pulled back I noticed Dean roll his eyes though he did wink at me as he moved to start hauling the body out the door.

‘I’m fine Sam,’ I said as we stepped away out of Dean’s earshot.

‘Are you sure? He didn’t hurt you?’ he said.

‘No, I’m fine,’ I said as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and I placed my arm across his chest, snuggling into his side as we walked towards the outside where Dean already was.

‘Yeah, what’s a little light torture in the afternoon?’ Sam joked which made me stop in my tracks.

‘Sam?’ I asked tentatively as he looked down at me his eyebrows knitting together.

‘Yeah?’ he asked.

‘What do you think he was trying to do?’ I asked. Confusion flicked across his face for a moment before he shrugged and said, ‘I figured he was trying to show me my worst nightmare. I mean it was all people I’ve lost.’

‘Oh,’ I said nodding and turning away. I started walking towards the door but Sam grabbed my wrist and whipped me around so I was facing him, watching me with suspicion.

‘You don’t think that’s what it was?’ he asked. I bit my lip and dropped my gaze before I looked up and sighed.

‘It was me,’ I said, ‘he wasn’t torturing you it was me.’

‘But Jess, Ruby,’ he stammered, ‘they’re-’

‘People you’ve loved. People you might love more than me,’ I admitted as tears stung my eyes and I blinked them away.

‘Y/N,’ Sam said concerned.

‘Don’t,’ I countered, ‘don’t say I’m being silly because I know I’m not. I know our life isn’t what you would’ve chosen if you could-’

‘But I wouldn’t choose anyone else,’ Sam said pulling me into him and grasping my face tenderly.

‘Really?’ I said after a moment.

‘It’s not what I planned but I wouldn’t have it any other way,’ he said pressing a kiss to my forehead.

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The Pact - Part 10

Sam Winchester x Crowley's!Daughter Reader

Gothic AU

Series Summary: Lord Samuel Winchester has lost the love of his life due to the actions of the Demon King, Crowley. As he plots secret revenge, his father, the King of Lawrence, decrees that Sam will wed Crowley’s daughter in order to unite the two families to protect the sacred ground the Winchester’s Kingdom is built upon.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Crowley’s Daughter!Reader

Other Characters: John Winchester, Crowley, Rowena, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Pamela Barnes, Jessica Moore (deceased)

Chapter Summary: Sam and his wife are on the run, John and Crowley are at odds on how to proceed in finding their children. However, while they are too wrapped up in their own agendas, the greatest danger is still out there lurking.

WC: 11.9K

Warnings: Implied smut, childbirth, blood.

A/N: At the end of the Chapter.

Also a HUGE thank you to my bestie @kazosa, if it wasn’t for her, this story wouldn’t exist. She’s helped me with this from the very beginning, so this is just as much her story, as it is mine.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Crowley’s Daughter!Reader

Other Characters: John Winchester, Crowley, Rowena, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Pamela Barnes, Jessica Moore (deceased)

The days following the party were passing slowly. Bobby and Pamela tried to devise a plan of action, and once they felt good about where you and Sam should go, the Rift Storm made it impossible to leave the hut. On the third day, Bobby felt safe enough to travel back to the castle to see how much fallout there was, and if the King was still standing.

On the morning of the fourth day, you woke to find your husband, conferring with Pamela outside the hut, speaking in hushed voices. You knew how scared Sam was for your well being, but as much as he tried to hide it, he had concern for his father as well. The impulse to eavesdrop on their conversation was strong, but the love you had for Sam was enough to trust that their conversation was not meant for your ears, so you went into the small area Pamela used as a kitchen.

Putting the old, cast iron kettle to the fire, you went about fixing some herbal tea to hopefully calm your unsettled stomach. Unsure if it was from the stress of the situation, or the baby that grew inside you, either way you knew that traveling by horseback would make it worse if you didn’t do something to try and calm it. The night before, you and Sam had gathered the few things Pamela had given you for supplies, and prepared it all to leave that day. Pamela and Bobby knew of a place, well hidden in the Elven Woods, that you could call home for the time being. Pamela’s impatience to once again move locations was growing stronger, and she made no attempt to hide it from either of you.

When the kettle was ready, you sat at the same table where she had read you days before. As the scalding water slowly poured into the teapot, Sam and Pamela made their way inside, and smiled when they saw you making the tea.

“Sure you’re not a psychic yourself?” Pamela asked and groped to find the chair to pull out and sit down.

“I wish,” you mused and began to share the tea into cups as Sam came around to you, lovingly kissed the top of your head, and took the seat beside you. “My stomach is queasy, thought this would help before we have to leave. This tea seems to help.”

“I made sure you had some in your pack,” Pamela smiled and gratefully took the tea that you guided towards her hands. “You should have everything you need in there. But, that area of the woods should have a lot growing wild you could use. Berries, herbs, mushrooms, along with some very poisonous roots, so–”

“Be careful,” you finished for her. “I know, I’ve made sure to know my herbs. Well, Rowena made sure I learned them.”

Pamela grunted a sigh and sipped at her tea. “Yes, Rowena. I know she’s your grandmother, but, Y/N, you know that she is a witch who’s magic isn’t always on the up and up. Trusting her…”

“Oh, I know that, too. Despite her being relatively kind to me over the years, I can sense her darkness. I know she and my father despise each other. But that doesn’t mean I would trust her outright. She’ll help me as long as there isn’t a higher purpose that would serve her better.”

“Well, as long as you keep your guard up, you should be fine. Besides, even she couldn’t find the spot where you’re going.”

The way Pamela said it, made you feel uneasy. You shared a pensive glance with Sam before going back to drinking your tea.

“Where is that, exactly?” Sam asked.

“Not too far, but the whole place is warded. Grounds and all. Even if Rowena were to cast her most powerful location spell, she would not be able to find you.”

“I wouldn’t put it past Crowley to ask her to do just that,” you replied, knowing that your father will do whatever he needs to find you.

“I promise, you’ll be protected there. It's one of my safe houses, a small cottage out on the outskirts of the woods. Should there be any trouble, there’s an escape route through the root cellar. I’ll show you when we get there.”

As you had worried, the ride through the woods was a bit rougher than you had hoped. Remnants of the Rift Storm were high enough that every so often the horses would feel the electricity in the air and get spooked. Sam insisted that you ride with him, in case one of the horses tried to rear up and throw you off. You wanted to say no, but could see the worry etched into his sweet face, and couldn’t deny him. All he wanted was for you and your son to be safe, and you would not add to his concern.

The roof of the cottage came into view and it struck you as familiar. Looking at your surroundings, you realized that you were nearing the same place you and Sam had run into on your first outing into the woods. Far off to your right was that tree you had encountered that day, and now realized why you had been so drawn to it. It must have held a powerful warding, and that kind of energy would easily have given you the feeling you felt emitting from it.

Pamela pulled up the reigns on her mare, and Sam followed suit on Dean’s prize stallion.

“This is the place,” she said as she carefully dismounted the horse. She had been leading the third horse, carrying the supply packs, and led them over to the post on the side of the cottage to tie them up. “Haven’t been here in a while, but I think you’ll find it cozy.”

“Oddly enough,” Sam started, dismounted, then reached for your hand to help you down, “we have been here.”

“What?” Pamela turned and asked sharply. “When?”

“Feels like a lifetime ago,” he mused, then looked softly in your direction, “but maybe a few weeks ago. It was right after the wedding. Y/N and I came out here…” Sam paused, his expression falling into something more somber. He still had your hands in his and gave them a loving squeeze. “My Lady, I don’t feel as if I apologized enough for that day. What I did… then, for you to so easily forgive me and help me the way you did. I cannot imagine, with things as they are now, that I ever tried to…”

You brought his hands to your lips and left a soft kiss. “Husband, I’ve forgotten all about it. We didn’t know then that we would really fall in love, and be grateful for this arrangement. You were angry, and you lashed out. I know that feeling, so how could I not forgive you.”

“Ok lovebirds, let’s get inside so this one can rest. I know you’re not far along, but you will find your energy low, a lot. And something tells me you are going to need that energy to get through this pregnancy.”

As the months passed, and as the season began to change from the summer warmth to an autumn chill, the swell of your stomach also grew. The first few weeks had flown by in great contrast to the first few days after the party. Once Pamela had left you and Sam on your own, you hadn’t seen her again. She made quick work of packing up her things and disappearing into the breeze. Bobby did come by several times with fresh supplies of food and clothing, along with some herbal medicines he thought necessary to keep you healthy and strong through your pregnancy.

The first time Bobby arrived, Sam grilled him about the King, but Bobby would always be vague and sparse with the information. All he would say is that John was still in power, but there had been a surge of unrest throughout Lawrence. Bobby promised it was handled, and that Sam’s only concern should be laying low and caring for you. Once you had asked about Crowley, and all Bobby could do was shake his head and shrug. It was a relief of course, but also left a bad taste in your mouth. If Crowley wasn’t out causing trouble to find your location, he must be up to something even bigger, and that didn’t sit well with you or Sam.

Finally, settled into your quiet lives at the cottage, you and Sam found time to just be together. In all the chaotic aftermath of the party, you didn’t realize how much you both needed it. For once, there were no formalities; no reason to stand on occasion for the King or your father, and it felt wonderful. Most days, your mornings started off with tea and freshly baked bread brought to you in bed, with a bouquet of wildflowers. Sam’s hip continued to hold strong, so he would go out and chop as much firewood as he could to make sure you’d be stocked through the fall and winter.

For as big as your belly had grown, you still insisted on doing your part to keep the quaint home in order. Living this calm, domestic life was all you never realized you wanted. The grandeur of the Winchester castle had enamored you, but this slow, less materialistic life was just what you needed. One of the last warm days of early autumn, Sam was out hunting, hoping to bring back a deer. You decided to make a pie with the fresh berries that he had gathered the day before as a surprise for him. When he passed through the doors empty handed, he slumped down into the chair at the table and grunted.

“I had one in my sights, but a damn murder of crows flew overhead and spooked it.”

“Awww, my poor husband,” you crooned and wiped the flour from your hands before going to him. Carefully sitting across his lap, you kissed his pouty lips and smiled. “We have plenty in storage for now.”

“I know, but I was hoping more for the pelt so I could have it dried and ready in time to give you as an extra blanket. It’s going to start getting cold soon.”

“Oh, well,” you smirked and placed your arms around his neck, “I can think of other ways for you to keep me warm.”

Sam’s expression brightened, and when he smiled it showed off his dimples. Something that still made your heart skip a beat. He pulled you in a little closer and tipped his face up to yours. “Now, that’s a fantastic solution.”

As you leaned down to kiss him again, his arms held you tighter, and the desire for him to take you to bed ran through you like a warm summer wind. He must have had the same feeling, because you could see his desire burning in his eyes. Pregnant or not, it had not stopped the two of you from exploring each other in ways that you never would have been able to living at the castle. Here, you were freer with each other; taking any and every opportunity to act on the passion that continued to grow.

Sam’s hand ran up your back and tangled into your hair, pressing your lips down to his greedily. A soft moan escaped you as his tongue parted your mouth, wanting as much of you as he could get. You let him, because you wanted him at that moment more than anything. Sam pulled back, his eyes wandering over your features as his fingers continued to stroke through your hair.

“I don’t know how I got so lucky,” he started, then brushed a stray lock of hair that had fallen across your face. “Through everything, the pact, the wedding, our fathers, that party… it was all worth it because in the end, I have you. I’m still angry with John, but having you as my wife, the mother of my child, brings me so much happiness. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, husband. I promise you, your son and I will always be by your side. No matter what happens. When I was Crowley’s pawn living in that godforsaken place, I would dream of what it would be like to live anywhere else. I would picture big, beautiful places, like Winchester castle, or a posh home somewhere near the sea. I even thought I would be happier as a peasant on the streets, as long as I wasn’t there. But this life here that we’ve made, is better than anything I could have thought of. Because not once in any of those past day dreams did I imagine that I would have a man like you by my side.”

Sam slowly began to stand up from the chair, making sure you were safely on your feet before fully rising. He reached around behind your neck and untied the apron you had on. He noticed the ingredients on the counter and the messy apron and smiled. “Do you think you could finish your pie later?”

Looking back over your shoulder, forgetting that you had even wanted to bake, you turned back to Sam with a playful smirk.

“Pie? What pie? Besides, I think there is something in the bedroom I need to show you…”

Removing the apron and tossing it aside, you began to unbutton your dress as you walked backwards towards the room. Sam quickly followed, removing his boots and some of his clothes along the way. His eyes never left you. By the time you reached the bedroom, he was pawing at the clothes you had remaining, skillfully taking them off and throwing them aside.

The room itself was dark, only illuminated by the fading light coming through the drawn curtains. It was enough though, that you could see your husband standing before you completely nude and very ready to take you to bed. His eyes continued to wander over your body as his lips pulled into one of the smiles that made you weak in the knees. Sam bent down to one knee, and lovingly kissed your swollen belly, before rising and kissing up to your breast, then neck. The intensity you both had a moment ago wasn’t as strong, but the desire was. He swept you up into his arms, carried you around the side of the bed and gently laid you down.

Sam crawled onto the bed beside you and his hands excitedly caressing your skin, and caused a shudder of anticipation. You wanted to wrap yourself around him, but he shook his head and gently pushed you onto your back so he could have access to all of you. The amount of love that had grown between you, resulted in a shared lust that felt impossible to maintain. Anytime Sam touched you, even in a casual way, made you ache for him. He had been a ravenous lover; sometimes animalistic, other times, gentle and sweet. That night he took you into his arms and made love to you more than once, each time bringing you to a place of ecstasy and unsure if your body could handle any more.

Eventually, both of you caved to rest, and you fell asleep tangled up in each other; content and peaceful. When you woke the next morning, he was still next to you softly snoring. It was the first time in a while he hadn’t woken before you and greeted you with breakfast in bed. Wanting to return the favor, you quietly got up from the bed and put on the cotton robe lying across the chair by the window. Peeking outside after putting it on, you could tell it would be another beautiful day. There wouldn’t be too many more like it, so you thought maybe you would join Sam out on a hunt later, if he didn’t object. He did like to be out there on his own, but after the night you two had shared, you didn’t want to spend the day apart.

Going about the small kitchen, you fixed a tray of buttered bread, strawberry jam and tea, and cooked a few of the deer sausages you had made with Sam’s last Buck he brought back. The aroma of the food caused your stomach to growl, making you realize that the nausea hadn’t come that morning. You felt hungry for more than the usual bland breakfast you’d been eating. You felt strong and clear headed, definitely ready for a day outside in the sun and fresh air helping your husband hunt and gathering more herbs.

Sneaking back into the room, you stepped on one of the old floorboards, causing it to creak loudly. Sam stirred and and opened his eyes to see you with the tray of food, and the robe opened enough to be revealing a lot of skin.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting my dreams from last night to come true, but here we are,” he chuckled and pushed himself up to sitting.

You placed the tray beside him and took your spot back on the bed. “Thought I would bring you breakfast for once. I mean, after last night, I imagined you would need some sustenance this morning.”

“Boy, do I.” He rubbed his hands together excitedly and picked up one of the sausages, popping it into his mouth. “And you, dear wife? How are you feeling this morning?”

“Like I could conquer the world,” you said, a dreamy smile unfolding across your lips. “I haven’t felt this good in ages. The little one is behaving and not causing me to want to run outside, sick. So, I want to take advantage of this good feeling and join you today, if that’s okay.”

“Join me? What, out hunting?”

“Yes. You know I can handle a bow, right?”

“Oh, I know you can handle anything. I had planned on going further out though. Are you sure you want to be that far from the cottage?”

“Yes, why not?”

Sam hesitated in his response, and took another piece of sausage. Once he finished with it, he took your hand and his worried expression said everything he couldn’t seem to say.

“Samuel, I do not fear your father or mine. It’s been months, and I’ve stayed close to the cottage any time I’ve gone out. I understand why you’re worried, but I am feeling restless. Besides, I don’t want to be away from you today. Last night, the way you made love to me…” you paused and felt your face flush with a bit of embarrassment, “let’s just say if I had any doubts about your feelings towards me, they were extinguished after that.”

“Were there? Doubts, I mean.”

“No, I’ve trusted your feelings for me for a while now. And as time goes on, and our baby grows, I am more and more sure of them.”

“Good. Because they are as real as it gets. I worry though. I worry not just about the threat looming, but that you will tire of this life. Being on the run, not living in the castle with the huge bed, the servants… not able to take your place as Queen like you should be. We have to make our clothes and make our own bread. Hunt for our meat. It’s not an easy life, and I know this is not the life you thought we’d have.”

“No, it’s not. This life is far better. I don’t need opulence and titles to be happy, Sam. I just need you and our son.”

“Speaking of our son,” he said and placed a hand on your belly, “I think it's time he has a name.”

“Hmmm, that’s a good point. I know tradition is to name a first born son after one of his grandfathers, but given that our fathers are both reprehensible men, maybe we could skip that tradition.”

“Agreed,” Sam laughed. “He deserves a good name, one that will represent his character and strength. Which I know he will have because of you.”

“And you… my husband. This boy of ours will be strong, both in physical matters and in his sense of self. He will be brave, and stand up for those who need it. He will defy traditions and carve out a life for himself he can be proud of. He will be a man of his word, and be empathetic to the plight of those who need his favor. For the woman he loves, he will be kind and gentle. For the people who follow him, he will be fair and loyal. But to those who wrong him or his family, he will be ruthless. So, I think the right name for him would be, Samuel.”

Sam’s face lit up, and you could see an array of different emotions play out across his features.

“Sam, you really are all those things. You’re a good man; kind, loving and gentle. I’ve seen you with the people of Lawrence, you captivate them. Despite how things are now, I know that one day, you will show them that you are far better than your father. They know that you are pure of heart. And I’ve seen you go up against John and Crowley. I’ve seen that fire burn in your eyes when someone has wronged you. You are fiercely protective of those you love. Our son is going to be all those things. Samuel Winchester, the second, will be the spitting image of his father; in appearance and in character.”

“He will be even better than that, because he will have your blood running in his veins, too; his fierce, smart, loving, cunning and brave mother. I didn’t have my mother for long at all. I never got to know her, but from what I have heard about her, she was a lot like you. And if little Samuel here gets even a fraction of that, he will be unstoppable.”

You didn’t know what to say, and the way he was looking at you made it even more difficult. You leaned in to kiss him, which he welcomed happily.

“Well, husband, now that that is settled, eat your breakfast and let’s get dressed. I have a feeling we’ll be returning later with a large bounty of goodies from our day out in the woods.”

The castle corridors had been hauntingly silent in the months since the party ended so badly. The Winchester guard was sent to stand along the perimeter of the castle walls, once the people had been ushered from the ballroom that night. The King had retreated to his chambers and spent most of his days there, so Bobby had taken up the mantle to keep the castle safe from the people who wanted to do damage after the truth had come out. Anytime John would call him to his room and ask if there had been any word on Sam or Y/N, Bobby would say no then find an excuse to leave quickly. John wasn’t in the best state of mind since the party, but Bobby still feared that John would somehow know that he was lying.

Being in charge of the castle affairs did afford Bobby the ability to slip away unnoticed when he needed to. It was how he met up with Sam and Y/N once they were safe at the cottage. He brought Dean’s stallion back so no one noticed it was gone. He had even been able to go back a few times in the last couple of months to make sure everything was okay and they had plenty of supplies. Still, doing so could be dangerous if any of the guardsmen who saw him leaving the grounds decided they should tell the King. So far, it hadn’t happened, but knowing how bad it could be, Bobby did his best to be stealthy and quiet when leaving.

It had been a while since he was able to get out to the cottage, and with the weather turning he knew that he would have to go soon. Knowing that Sam’s hip was no longer an issue, he was confident in the young Winchester that he would chop enough wood and hunt enough game to keep his family comfortable for the winter. Before he was injured years before, Sam was always a great hunter, sometimes even bagging more deer than Dean had. Bobby paused for a moment in the darkened hallway at the memory of the boys so young, out with him hunting and just being boys.

The dull sound of voices being carried on the drafty air of the corridor pulled him from his long ago memory. Curious as to whom it could be, Bobby crept further down the hall until he reached the King’s chamber door. No one had been permitted in there except Bobby, and until he heard the distinctive voice of the Demon King, Crowley, he was ready to burst through and kick some ass. However, Crowley’s voice gave him pause. Instead of busting in, he decided to wait quietly at the door, hoping to hear what the two men could be conspiring about now.

“For the last time, Crowley, I have no idea where they are.” John’s emotionless voice cut through the air, causing Crowley to grimace in frustration.

“What good are you then? I’ve had my demons everywhere, and there’s no sign of them. I gave you my daughter for a purpose, John. Losing her wasn’t part of the deal!”

John growled lowly as he sat up from his chair and began to pace the room. “I should never have agreed to any of this.”

“Well, ya did. I have the contract to prove it. Even sealed it with a kiss. Not my finest moment, but even demons have rules to follow. So, quit your whining and sulking and help me find my daughter!”

“Find her yourself,” John muttered. He stopped at the table near his bed and grabbed the flask of whiskey he kept there. “My son is also gone, if you haven’t noticed. He hates me, even if I knew where they were, Sam wouldn’t come home.”

“No offense, your majesty, but your giant son isn’t my concern. If I am the one to find him first, there will be nothing left of him to come home.”

John’s shoulders tensed and he fought the urge to turn and lunge at Crowley. But it would do no good. He would either disappear or just take the punch, completely unphased. He had considered sending out his secret Winchester guardsmen of demon hunters to take Crowley out once in for all, but he feared if they were successful, somehow it would rain more Hell down upon him then he already had.

“Threaten my son again, Crowley, and I will make sure your daughter suffers in ways you never thought possible.”

“I should have known better than to make a deal with a man like you. A man more worried about his own reputation than with his own flesh and blood. Offering up Adam to keep your indiscretions quiet, offering up Sam to wed my daughter so you could claim a win in Purgatory. Hell, even sending your Golden Boy Dean to fight on the front lines. The chances of him returning in one piece is slim, considering how many monsters there are fighting for Eve that would love to make a meal of Dean Winchester. How many of them do you think he put there himself?”

“Shut up, Crowley.”

“If I only could. However, I personally want to find my daughter. I have been through every crevice of this… town. Not one psychic, witch, seer, or demon has even had a whiff of her. All they could tell me was they were certain she was carrying the heir to the throne. So, Samuel did his part. Bully for him. As long as he doesn’t get in my way of retrieving my daughter, I wouldn’t touch one luscious hair on his head. If he does, well, I promise nothing.”

“Is that all you came here for? To threaten my son? To hold our mistake of a deal over my head?!”

John was growing more agitated, which Crowley found some entertainment in. “Sorry, Sire. But I don’t have expendable children as you seem to have. That child she is carrying, that child is important. It was never meant to be raised in this castle as an heir to the Winchester throne. That child is meant to be Eve’s downfall, and lead my army of Demons to take over all of creation.”

“Huh,” John laughed and took another swig of his whiskey. “I thought you meant to sacrifice it to Eve. Doing that, she would stand down, and allow you the souls in Purgatory.”

Crowley was taken aback. Of course he always kept his true intentions to himself. Crowley was smart enough to know that those little details were too important to trust in anyone else’s confidence. So how did John know? He had been so careful to keep those dealings quiet, yet somehow the King knew why Crowley was so intent on a baby created in the union of their children. Crowley cleared his throat and rolled his eyes, trying to play off his current expression.

“You just know everything, don’t you. Must make you feel good, thinking you have some kind of upper hand. Sorry to say, you don’t. Clearly you have gone down a path of despair and whiskey. I think it’s all starting to catch up to you, John. Both of your sons are gone… sorry, all THREE of your sons are gone. Your people hate you for dealing with me, and even your salty Maester keeps his distance.”

Ignoring Crowley’s words, John chuckled. “I know the truth, Crowley. I’ve known for some time. Why do you think I am not out frantically looking for those kids? As much as I detest your daughter and shudder at the thought of her bearing Sam’s child, I would rather that child be born and kept far away from you, than for you to use it for your own gain.”

“Hypocrisy at its finest. You agreed to that wedding so a child could be born. You just figured it would be leading the battle in purgatory eventually, and getting the big ‘W’, then actually sacrificing it to appease Eve. See, that’s your problem. Your own ego won’t let you recognize that she, alone, could destroy all of us; all of Lawrence and beyond. So you keep charging in there with your armies and my demons, thinking it will make a difference. It won’t. Sometimes, Sire, you need to think outside of the box.”

“And you need to go, Crowley. Now. Regardless of what you think of me, I had good intentions at the start of all this. I just wanted my sons to be safe, but know how to be strong. To fight for their lands and their families, just like their mother did in the Angel Wars. Getting mixed up with you… stupidest thing I have ever done. And now, I will spend whatever time I have left on this Earth trying to make it right. So, leave, while you can.”

John paused and turned to face his adversary. Crowley took a tentative step back when he saw the darkness of John’s gaze fitted directly upon his own. His anger burned so deeply that the King looked as if he was carrying a black-eyed entity in himself. For all the confidence and ego he had of his own, Crowley realized that leaving would be in his best interest, and he would have to go to greater lengths on his own to find Y/N and her baby.

“I mean it, demon. LEAVE!” John drew in a breath to start an exorcism, but he barely got the first syllable of the first word out before Crowley disappeared from his view. He sighed deeply, grabbed the flask and went back to the chair that looked out the window and over the gardens. The blooms that had lived in those gardens were long gone, now that autumn had come. Trying to erase Crowley’s visit from his mind, he slumped into the chair and gazed out on the grounds that his wife had loved so much. Guilt ensconced his heart as her voice floated through his mind, ‘Oh, John, what have you done?’

The voices stopped suddenly, and Bobby assumed Crowley heeded the King’s warning and had vanished from the room. He fought the urge to bust through the doors and confront John with what he heard, especially about Sam’s unborn child. Moving away from the door, Bobby’s gut sank with the thought, ‘Would he really have let Crowley take that child and sacrifice it to Eve?’ Not being able to give himself a solid answer as to what John would have done made him feel sick. Bobby had known and been in service to John Winchester for many years; he had seen and heard him do despicable things. This, however, was the worst of the worst. He vowed to himself then he would do whatever was necessary to be sure that Sam and Y/N’s baby arrived into the world safely, and that neither John or Crowley would be able to find them.

Stepping outside from the warmth of the cottage was jarring. The air had turned from the fall chill to a winter bite faster than you had expected. Autumn had arrived in full force and with colder temperatures than you had ever felt during that time of year. If Bobby or Pamela had been around, you would have thought to ask them if this was an effect of the Elven Woods, but they weren’t and hadn’t been for a while now.

Closing the door, you went back into the cottage to grab an extra wrap before heading out to gather the last of the living plants and edible blooms that somehow tolerated the colder air.

“Sam, I’m heading out now!” You called out, hopefully loud enough for him to hear you as he took stock of the root cellar.

“Take an extra layer!” he called back. “It was freezing when I was out this morning.”

“Already did. I shouldn’t be long. If you could, put the kettle on the fire so it will be ready for tea when I return. I have a feeling I will need warmth!”

Sam peeked his head from around the door to the root cellar, a big smirk on his face, showing off his dimples through the beard he now wore. “I can do that for you, but I’m also happy to use my hands to warm you.”

“Oh, yes, that I know,” you said with a smile and raise of your brow. “While I do love your method of keeping me warm, tea would be very helpful as well.”

“As you wish, my Lady. Don’t be gone long. I don’t want you to catch a cold out there.”

“Yes, husband.” You sighed and playfully rolled your eyes. “I will be quick.”

As you made your way through the almost bare paths, you noticed that your growing belly was now big enough to hide your feet. Smiling to yourself, you lazily draped an arm across the top and felt Samuel kicking around inside you.

“Patience, my son. Your time will be here soon.” Drawing in a deep breath, you kept up your brisk pace to arrive at the patch of greenery you saw the day before and hoped that morning’s frost hadn’t killed it yet.

A short time later and a bit winded, you stumbled upon a patch of greenery that stood out amongst the dying foliage. The area felt like it was radiating a soft energy, one that felt similar to the tree you found that first day. This patch offered all the good herbs and mushrooms you could find, along with a small berry patch that still seemed to be edible.

Gathering everything you could find, your hand brushed along the bush with the plump red berries. Popping one of the large berries into your mouth, you relished in the amount of sweetness it still had and continued to focus on getting as many as you could. The fact that anything was still alive in the woods while it was as cold as it was amazed you. It was just a reminder at how special the Elven Woods truly were. Getting lost in the patch and in the thoughts of the magic that was the woods, you never heard the footsteps approaching.

“My dear!” a voice called out, startling you to drop the basket and all of what you had gathered falling to the forest floor.

You whipped around, heart beating a mile a minute only to see Rowena standing not ten yards away, wrapped in a white fur wrap and hat, wisps of her bright red hair lazily blowing around her face in the breeze that came through.

“Whatever are you doing out here all alone!?” She took a few tentative steps towards you, and saw the prominent swell of your belly. “And so pregnant! My God, you look as though you are about to burst!”

“Rowena… what… how did you…” you paused and looked around at the empty woods, unsure which of the dozens of questions you had to ask first. “What are you doing out here?”

“Why, looking for you! I heard what happened at the castle, and I’ve been looking for you ever since. I was worried for you, and for Samuel. Especially once I heard that Fergus made an appearance at your party. I’m just sorry I wasn’t there for you.”

“I’m sure,” you replied hesitantly. Squatting down as far as you could, you quickly gathered the spilled contents of your basket, never taking your eyes off her for more than a second.

“Where have you been all this time? Not living in these godforsaken woods I hope.”

“I’ve been somewhere safe. Just came out to get the last of these before the weather took them.”

Rowena took a few more steps and looked in the basket. “Good pickin’s for this time of year. You got lucky. You’ll need some of those to help with the pain when the baby comes.”

“I know,” you said warily, pulling the basket closer to you. “I should be getting back. Sam will worry if I don’t return soon. He knows where I am, so–”

“Oh, my sweet girl, I am not here to hurt you. Trust me, Samuel will have no reason to come hunt me down.” Rowena chuckled in her nonchalant way. “I am solely here to make sure my only granddaughter is safe and healthy. I learned of your pregnancy, and I was scared you would be alone during the birth. No woman should be alone. When I had Fergus, I was alone in a stable, with nothing but horses to hear my screams. Nearly scared them right out of their stalls!”

“Well, I’m not alone. I have Samuel.”

Rowena waved her hand in annoyance. “Please, men have no business helping a woman give birth. Sure, they are good with the making of the child, but they really just don’t have the stomachs to handle the birthing part.” She reached out one of her small, gloved hands towards you; her expression soft and concerned. “Come, let’s get you back to where it's warm and see what we have to work with to make you comfortable.”

Reluctantly, you took her hand. Having forgotten gloves of your own, hers felt warm around your fingers and for a moment you felt grateful she was there. The idea of giving birth so far removed from a Maester or a Midwife did scare you, but because of the circumstances, you had to let that fear go or it would eat you alive. As if hearing your thoughts, Rowena offered a comforting smile and offered to take the basket from your arm.

“Now, how far are we from home? It's going to be dark soon.”

“Not far, it's this way–” Before you could turn in the right direction, a sharp pain exploded from your stomach and shot down straight between your legs. A warm gush of fluid came from between your thighs, causing you to double over and cry out in pain.

“Guess I found you just in time! Come now, let’s get you home and ready to have your wee one.”

The hike back to the cottage was a blur. The pain that had struck you continued the whole way, and there were moments when you didn’t think you would make it back. Just as the smoke from the chimney came into view, you started to cry with relief because it meant that your husband was close by. You didn’t trust Rowena, but part of you knew that you needed her help. At least Sam would be there too, to keep an eye on your grandmother and make sure kept her word and was solely there to help.

Within steps of the cottage door, you felt the world starting to go hazy. A loud buzzing in your ears took over and your vision became distorted. Though you had never experienced labor before, what you were feeling didn’t feel right. It was as if all your senses were beginning to dull and you were losing control over what was left.

The door opened with urgency, and you could make out Sam standing there before he rushed out towards you.

“What happened?! What the Hell are you doing here Rowena! What did you do to her?”

“Oh Samuel, time for questions later, your wife has gone into labor. Get her inside and on the bed, quickly!”

Sam did as Rowena ordered without any further questions. You could feel yourself losing consciousness but found it in you to whisper his name as he scooped you into his arms and rushed you inside.

“Samuel,” you repeated as he lay you down on the bed and wrapped the blankets around you, trying to get you warm.

“Shhh, Y/N. Just rest. I’ll get you some warm tea. I had it ready and waiting just like you asked.” It was the last thing you heard him say as you drifted off, unwillingly shutting out the world behind you.

“Tea won’t be necessary, Samuel,” Rowena spoke up as she entered the room and pushed him aside. Despite the difference in their size, Rowena moved about as if she owned the place and Sam was nothing but a peasant in her way.

“Can you follow some instructions, boy? I need you to gather all the clean towels, and get that kettle of water into a pot and bring it here.”

Sam stood, motionless at first, watching his wife lay motionless on their bed. He didn’t hear a word Rowena was saying, he was too focused on how the day started so normally, and now it was breaking out in chaos.

“Samuel!” Rowena shouted his name, finally grabbing his attention. “Please! Clean linens and boiling water. I will get her ready, awake or not, this baby is coming so we need to be prepared.”

He nodded in a daze, curious as to how she could remain so calm. Sam got his feet moving, and went to gather the things she requested. After bringing them back into the room, he saw Rowena had removed the wool pants that Y/N had worn beneath her dress, and that the blankets were up above her knees.

“Is she? I mean, is the baby–”

“Yes, she’s okay and yes, yer baby is about to make his entrance. Now that you are all caught up, I need you to go and grab whatever salves or potions she’s crafted for pain. Also, in the basket I brought in, are some purple leaves with a white blossom. Ground the whole thing, root to bloom with a mortar and pestle, sprinkle in two parts Dwale. I assume you have some in the root cellar. If I know my granddaughter, she will have it in her pantry. No self respecting witch would go without it.”

Sam nodded, trying to just concentrate on whatever tasks Rowena handed to him. The sudden manner in which Y/N went into labor had him distracted. Even though he felt prepared for the arrival of his child, the way it was happening was scary and left him feeling helpless. His normally stoic demeanor was off balance, so he did his best to follow Rowena’s directions even if her being there was suspicious.

As quickly as he could, he foraged through the root cellar, looking for what she had asked for. Once he had ground the herbs together, he raced back into the room and placed them by Rowena’s side. He could see Y/N had a layer of sweat on her brow, and while she wasn’t completely conscious, she was breathing steadily and her face winced ever so slightly in pain.

“What’s wrong with her? Why is she not conscious?” he asked as he moved to her side and wiped the sweat from her brow.

“I believe the pain was too much. Childbirth is work, Samuel. Some women, even strong ones like my granddaughter, can succumb to it. Good thing I arrived when I did. Now, you can stay for this if you want, but I warn you, it's going to be messy. You may not have the stomach for it.”

“I won’t leave her,” he said firmly and without taking his eyes off Y/N. “Tell me how I can help.”

“Fine. If you really want to help, get a cool cloth for her head. Put a bucket of water outside, so it can freeze up. Once I get her awake, she will need some ice for her throat. Now that the sun is down and with the way the air has turned, it shouldn’t take long to freeze.”

Sam did as he was told. By the time he had gotten the cloth and put water outside, he heard Y/N’s voice cry out. He ran back to the room to find Rowena standing by her head, holding it up as she let the cup of herbs he mixed, sit under her nose.

“That’s it, that’s a good girl,” Rowena purred and gently laid Y/N’s head back to the pillow. Her eyes were still closed, but she was more awake then she had been earlier. “Before you ask, no, she’s not completely conscious, but enough to help push the baby out. It could take some time, so why don’t you go and prepare some extra firewood. You will need this place to be far warmer if you want this baby to survive his first few hours out in these woods.”

“I don’t want to leave her. I need to be here!”

Turning on her heel, Rowena marched up to Sam and pointed her finger into his chest. “If YOU hadn’t brought her out to these woods to hide, she would be giving birth in a warm castle chamber, with a midwife and proper tools. So, if I were you, Lord Winchester, I would do as I ask because I am the only one here capable of guiding her through this so they both live!”

Stunned by her brashness, Sam simply nodded. His fear of losing one or both of them took over, and again, did as he was commanded.

A short time had passed, when he heard Y/N cry out again from inside the cottage. He fought against all of his instincts to run back inside, because he knew that Rowena would just force him out. He admitted to himself that wasn’t the only thing holding him back. He was petrified of seeing her in such distress and the guilt he was beginning to feel for having her in such an isolated place kept his feet stuck firmly in place.

From beyond the cottage, he could hear the whinny of the sole horse they had kept. That high pitch sound bounced off the trees, followed by a gust of cold wind that carried a brief flurry of snowflakes. Feeling those flakes touch his skin, it prompted him to hurry with the wood. If it was going to start snowing already, Rowena was right, they would need as much firewood as he could possibly make. Then, they would need to find a better place to hold up for the winter. The cottage had worked to this point, but what she had said sat heavy on his mind. The Elven Woods, while rich with magic and bountiful with herbs, was no place to be caught for the winter. For all it had to offer in the warmer months into the autumn, it took it all away and left the grounds a barren white emptiness that could become dangerous.

More time had passed, and Sam grunted with one last swing of the ax. He paused, waiting to hear something from the cottage. When another minute or two passed with no noise, he grabbed as many logs as he could and headed back inside. Dropping the wood near the fire that was already going, he again waited to hear some kind of sound come from the bedroom he shared with Y/N.

“Rowena?” he called out, his tone laced with worry. “Rowena!”

When no reply came, he made his way into the room and saw that the witch was nowhere in sight. His gaze went towards the bed where he saw his wife laying, as if she was peacefully sleeping. He went to the side of the bed, and lovingly brushed back the hair that was stuck to her face. ‘Maybe Rowena went to the root cellar,’ he thought. Though it was more of a desperate prayer, because in his gut he knew she wasn’t. Sam swallowed thickly as he looked closer at Y/N’s body. The prominent swell of her stomach was gone, just a small bump where their son had been growing. The blanket that was up above her knees earlier, was now pulled down, covering her to her toes, and stained with fresh blood.

“Y/N,” he said, softly at first. When she was still unresponsive, he began to shake her, calling her name louder and louder. “Y/N!” When he saw that her chest was slowly rising and falling, he pressed his fingers to her throat and felt a weak pulse.

‘She’s alive,’ he said to himself and breathed a sigh of relief.

The cottage was quiet. There were no sounds from the root cellar, or in the small pantry behind the fireplace. All Sam could hear was the crackle of the dying fire and the labored breathing of his wife.

“Where’s my son,” he mumbled, the realization that there were no sounds of a baby crying anywhere in his reach. “Where is my son!”

Leaving Y/N on the bed, he tore through the cottage, throwing open every cabinet and looking under every surface. He grabbed the candle off the table and went down into the root cellar, nearly losing his footing and falling down the last few steps. Just as he caught his balance, he looked around hoping to see Rowena and his son. There was no sign of either of them. The only thing out of place was the shelf that blocked off the hidden door to the escape route Pamela had shown them.

From above, he could hear Y/N moaning. Torn between chasing after his son, and keeping his wife alive, Sam wanted to scream. His breath became erratic, and caused his head to swim in fear. Knowing that Rowena could have been gone for a good amount of time—time that Y/N may not have—he raced back up the stairs and to the bedroom where he knew his wife was.

Dawn had just broken over the castle walls, and Bobby was already up and making his way to the dining hall where he knew John had slept. For the first time in a while, John had left his room and went into the hall to have a meal. Bobby had seen him in there the night before, but decided it wasn’t yet the time to confront him with what he had overheard between the two Kings. He did go back later that night to check on John, but he had over indulged in whiskey and was passed out face down at the table.

Bobby had not slept all night, going back and forth on what to do with what he heard. Finally, he decided that he would go and confront the King, then demand that John promise the child would be safe so he could bring Sam and Y/N back to the castle. They had already been out in the woods too long, and knowing she was close to giving birth, he hated the idea of them being out there all alone. First though, he needed reassurance that John would do whatever necessary to keep Crowley out of the castle walls, and that the baby would stay with his parents; not be given to Eve for any reason.

Pushing open the dining hall doors with authority, the sound of them bouncing off the stone walls echoed through the room, causing John to pick up his head just in time to see Bobby marching towards him.

“Wake up!” Bobby roared, his face set into a scowl. “I don’t care if you are my King, or a two bit hussler off the streets, get your ass up now!”

John groaned as he sat up straighter in his chair at the head of the table. Once he had his bearings, he looked up towards Bobby ready to demand some respect, but couldn’t bring himself to do so once he saw the anger burning on his old friend’s face.

“Bobby, I–”

“No, you don’t get to talk. You don’t get to do anything right now. All you get to do is listen. I’ve kept quiet, and let you sit around wallowing in the guilt you brought on yourself. But I can’t do it anymore. It's time you pull yourself together and do what you should have done months ago.”

“Which is?”

“Get the fuck over yourself!” Bobby barked. “You've been moping around this place, all butt-hurt because Sam took off and condemned you to Hell for what you did. As if making that deal with Crowley all those years ago wasn’t bad enough, you use your son as a pawn in yet another deal, to what? Save your own damn soul? To stop a war that has been in motion for years?”

John went to speak, but Bobby raised his hand and shook his head.

“I ain’t done yet. I heard you and Crowley not long ago, heard what you said to him. You knew his real intentions with your own grandchild, and you weren’t gonna stop it, were you? You were gonna let Sam have a child, then rip it from his arms! What kind of man are you!?”

“Bobby,” John started, his voice small and broken. “I, I know, I made the wrong choice… I hate myself…”

“Well, boohoo, I’m so sorry your feelings are hurt, princess. But you brought all that crap on by yourself. So, instead of wallowing in your own guilt, get over it and do something to fix it!”

“And what would that be, Bobby? Sam is gone, I have no idea where–”

“I know exactly where the boy is,” Bobby snorted. “Who the Hell do you think got him out of here safely?”

John’s attention piqued at this revelation. “So, where? Where is he? Is he okay?”

“Far as I know, he’s fine. Him and Y/N both. I wanna bring ‘em both home. She’s gonna be ready to have that child any time now, and she deserves a clean, warm, safe place to do that. But I won’t risk her or the baby’s lives if I don’t have your absolute word that they will be safe here. Safe… indefinitely.”

Before John could reply, there was a stir of commotion from beyond the doors of the dining hall. It sounded as if they were getting closer, causing John to rise from his seat, and Bobby to take a few tentative steps closer to the doors. They flew open with force, as they had when Bobby entered, but this time it was Sam that caused the rukous. He was soaked from head to toe, and in his arms he was carrying the limp body of his wife.

“Bobby!! Please! She needs help!”

Bobby didn’t hesitate, he ran towards Sam and helped him gently lay Y/N on the far end of the grand table. John watched from a distance, horrified at what was unfolding before him. When he heard Bobby declare that Y/N was still breathing, he finally found his footing and rushed towards where they were gathered.

“What happened?” he asked warily, unsure if he would even get a response.

“What happened?” Sam repeated his question in surprise. “Seriously? As if you didn’t know!”

“Sam, I–I don’t. What–”

“She went into labor! That’s what happened! Rowena showed up right before she did. I–I thought she was there to help,” Sam swallowed roughly and rubbed his hand against the side of his face. “I thought… I did what she asked. She was helping Y/N with the labor. Told me to go and cut firewood because the cold had come on so fast.”

“Alright son, take a breath,” Bobby said as gently as he could, while continuing to check Y/N’s vitals.

Sam released a slow, shaky breath. “It got quiet, so I went back inside the cottage,” he continued, talking directly to Bobby now. “Rowena was gone. The baby was gone. And she…” he stopped again to gaze down at Y/N, fighting desperately to hold back the build up of fear that was nearly choking him, “she was just laying there, covered in a bloody blanket. I didn’t know what to do, except bring her to you. Can you help her? Please, Bobby, I can’t… I can’t lose her, too.”

“Good news is she is breathing, and even with the blood loss, her pulse is strong. Let’s get her up to your bed, and I’ll see what I have in the apothecary that will bring her around. Gotta make sure that bleeding has stopped.”

“Son, I’m sure she will pull through,” John said and placed his hand on Sam’s shoulder.

Sam shrugged it off violently and turned to face his father. “Don’t touch me.”

“Sam, I know you’re scared, but–”

“You have NO IDEA what I am right now!” he roared in reply. “This… This is all YOUR fault! You, you and your goddamn deal… making promises to a demon! You did this! If you hadn’t lied, and made the deals you did, we wouldn’t be in this situation! We left, because we weren’t safe here! All the warding this place has and somehow Crowley always manages to slip through. Why is that, dad? You offered me up like it was nothing, then married me off, like it was nothing. I did as you asked, I married her, and I fell in love with her! You never trusted that it was real, did you?”

“Sam, please… I know what I did was wrong. But, son, you have to understand–”

“No! Nothing you could say makes any of it okay! Now, because you let Crowley in, again, we were forced to hide! Hours away from help if we needed it, no guards, no way of getting word to anyone!”

“Look, I get you’re pissed, and rightfully so,” Bobby said as calmly as he could, “but now isn’t the time, Sam. We need to make sure she’s stable, and safe.” He said the last word with an authority that made John look in his direction.

“I need to find my son,” Sam said, glaring at his father. “I need reassurance that you will do the right thing, for once in your pitiful life, and make SURE my wife stays safe while I go after our son!”

John nodded, guilt and regret coating his throat, leaving him unable to speak.

Sam shook his head. “Not good enough. I need to hear you say it. You owe me that at least.”

“Y/N will be safe here. I swear it on your mother’s soul.”

That was enough for Sam. He turned back to Y/N, once again picking up her limp body and made his way out of the dining hall, with Bobby following close behind. John stood there, stunned by all that had just happened. Regardless of how he felt about Y/N, he would be true to his word and keep her safe. He took a few moments to gather his composure, then bellowed for the closest guard.

“Tell the others to reinforce the warding. I want this place on lockdown. No one goes in or out, under my orders. Call back half the guards that are on the walls. I want them stationed through the hallways near Lady Winchester’s chambers. I want the best healers brought in, as soon as possible. Shamans, white witches, whoever you can find. She is to be protected at all costs, do you understand?”

“Yes, your majesty,” the guard replied and went off to do as he was asked.

Knowing that Sam wouldn’t want him in the chambers, John slowly walked back to the head of the table of the grand hall, and stood behind his chair. He squeezed his eyes shut and felt the weight of the choices he had made in the vein of his own desires. The lives that were lost because of his actions felt suddenly overwhelming, and he knew then that no matter how he felt about Samuel’s wife, he would do whatever he had to to keep her alive.

By the end of the day, Y/N seemed to be stable. Bobby was able to stop the bleeding she was experiencing from the birth. When Sam asked how bad it was, Bobby just lowered his head and shook it slowly.

“Son, you don’t need to know. Let’s just say that whatever Rowena did, it was quick and probably painful as all hell. Luckily, I was able to stitch her up, stop the bleeding and make her comfortable.”

“Will she wake up?”

Bobby’s heart broke for Sam, because the truth was, there was no reason for her to not have woken up already. “I can’t say for sure. I don’t know what else Rowena coulda done to her. It’s like she’s in a deep sleep. None of the usual things are working to bring her around. I’m no witch, but I do know some of their tricks. If we can find Rowena; find out what she did, I can probably reverse it.”

“Oh, we will find her, Bobby. She has my son.”

“Are you sure about that? Did you hear the baby cry? Do you know, for certain–”

“Bobby, don’t.” Sam interrupted. He looked as though he may be sick if Bobby continued with what he was about to say. “He’s alive. My son was born and Rowena took him.”

“Ok,” Bobby said, doing his best to sound hopeful. “Ok, then we go and find them. Best bet, let’s start with Crowley. I know him and his mommy don’t always get along, but in this case, it's a good place to start.”

“Can’t hurt, that’s for sure. You need a night of rest first,” Bobby paused and held up his hand knowing Sam would want to leave immediately. “Before you go and start tellin’ me we gotta go now, you aren’t gonna be good for much if you don’t get some sleep. Y/N’s resting comfortably, stay in here with her tonight, and the Midwife will be here by morning to keep an eye on her when we leave.”

“A midwife? How is that enough to keep her safe?”

“Did I mention she’s a psychic who also knows some pretty strong hoodoo? Trust me, I wouldn’t leave anyone here that couldn’t protect Y/N. Missouri is the right woman for the job. We can leave for Crowley’s at first light to go find your boy.”

Sam was thoughtful for a moment, then nodded. He was exhausted, and the idea of sleep wasn’t appealing but it was necessary. “You sure she’s okay? Comfortable?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. Just don’t know why she won’t wake up.”

The two men stood quietly, watching the slow rise and fall of Y/N’s chest, both deep in thought about what came next.

“I’m going to kill him, Bobby.”

“Now, Sam… I know how good it would feel to send Crowley packin’, but–”

“Not Crowley. My father. Once this is all said and done, I’ll come back and take his throne. He doesn’t deserve to rule Lawrence, or this family. I’ll go get Dean from Purgatory if I have to. But trust me, King John doesn’t have much time left in his rule.”

McLeod Castle stood tall and ominous as Bobby and Sam watched it come into view. Neither of them had ever traveled that far East, and it wasn’t hard to see why. The lands surrounding it were barren and bleak; pockets of fire bursting from the grounds. The bright, blue skies that he was used to in Lawrence were gone. In its place were dark purple and black clouds that screamed with bolts of electric blue lightning. It broke Sam’s heart to know that this was the place his wife grew up in. Sharing a look of uncertainty, Bobby kicked his horse into high gear and they continued on to the castle in a full on gallop.

Once at the gates, they were ready for, and fully expecting, some resistance with Crowley’s minions. Instead the tall wrought iron fencing was left wide open for them to enter.

“Think it's a trap?” Sam asked, looking around trying to see if anyone was watching them.

“When isn’t it with Crowley?” Bobby scoffed, but continued to maneuver his horse through the opening.

There was no one standing guard at the door to the castle, either. The faint sounds of screams and chains rose up from somewhere beneath their feet, but neither Sam nor Bobby paid it much attention. Being at the literal gate of Hell, they expected nothing different.

Pushing open the door, Sam walked through first and was again surprised when there was not one demon there to greet them, or try to kill them. The sounds heard outside were a bit louder, but not loud enough to hide the approaching footsteps.

“Well, about time.”

Sam and Bobby turned to see Crowley standing in the arch made of black stone, fitted in his best black suit and holding a glass tumbler of scotch whiskey.

“Care for a drink?” the demon asked with a raised brow. When neither man answered he continued. “Guess not. Ok then, I imagine you are here to find the child.”

“Rowena took him. Where is she!” Sam roared while marching at him.

“Easy Moose.” Crowley cleared his throat while contorting his hand into a tight fist, suddenly cutting off Sam’s airway, stopping him in his tracks.

“We aren’t in your castle anymore. You’re in my house, and in MY house we play with magic.”

Bobby watched them nervously, knowing that if he didn’t intervene things would turn ugly fast. “Listen,” he said, cautiously stepping between them. “We just wanna know where the boy is. If Rowena has him here–”

“She doesn’t. I asked for her help in finding my daughter, but, you know mother, she does what she pleases.”

“I guess helpin’ you didn’t please her,” Bobby snorted.

“No, the only thing that pleases that old hag is screwing me over.” Crowley relented and unfurled his fist, giving Sam back his breath.

Sam gulped for air for a moment, and then finally felt the pain leave his chest. He tried to calm himself from lunging at Crowley again, but rational thought prevailed and he tried to turn the situation to his advantage.

“Look, we both want the same thing; my son back safe and for Y/N to wake up.”

“Wake up?” Crowley asked, his tone showing a worry that surprised Bobby and Sam. “What happened to my daughter?”

“Rowena showed up where we were,” Sam sighed. “Y/N fell unconscious during labor. Rowena had me running around, gathering things to help. I was outside getting firewood and when I came back in, Rowena and the baby were gone. Y/N was left on the bed, bloody. I brought her home and Bobby was able to save her, but she just won’t wake up.”

Crowley stood silently, his mind racing at what could be wrong with Y/N. “What things did my mother have you gather? Herbs, bones?”

“I–I don’t know, she had brought in a basket of things… roots, mushrooms, berries, herbs… She did have me ground up some and used them to try and bring Y/N around, but it didn’t really work.”

“She’s hexed her,” Crowley grumbled, more to himself than to the others. Shaking his head, he slowly paced around the room, polishing off what was left of his whiskey.

“How can you be sure?” Bobby asked.

“Because I know my mother. I’m just surprised she actually left the girl alive.”

Sam thought back to the items Rowena had him blend. “The roots, they had this purple bloom at the top of the stalk. I’ve never seen them before. Then she added Dwale, but that’s for pain, isn’t it?”

“Oh, for Hell’s sake, that’s Reaper Root!” Crowley shouted and growled deep in his chest. “Reaper Root and Dwale together, will make a person hover between life and death, until they attract a Reaper. It’s just a matter of time before one comes to take her soul! I thought you Winchesters knew a thing or two!”

Sam felt a deep ache hit his chest. She was alive, but for how long was anyone’s guess. “So, what can we do to reverse it?”

Bobby’s mind raced through everything he knew about magic and spellwork. While that knowledge was vast, not one thing came to mind that would work. Finally, it hit him, there was one thing in the known world that could reverse just about any magic.

“Angel Grace,” he said softly, causing both Sam and Crowley to stare at him wondering if they actually heard what they thought?”

“‘Cuse me?” Crowley scoffed. “Angel Grace? Are you mad? There’s not a drop of Grace left! Cause all the angels are dead!”

“Not all of ‘em,” Bobby said and looked at Sam. “When Dean was back this last time, he told me he found Cas.”

Sam couldn’t believe Bobby’s admission. “What?! Why didn’t he tell me!”

“Because, you had your hands full. Also, he’s trying to keep it real quiet. Cas is his Ace in the Hole. Figures, he’d be a good asset to have against Eve.”

Crowley rolled his eyes dramatically. “Great, so now we have to go to Purgatory, a literal war zone, and look for the one Angel that’s left. Who happens to be your brother’s favorite toy?”

“That’s exactly what we are going to do,” Sam said and turned to leave the castle. “Bobby, get word to Dean as soon as possible. We need to leave for Purgatory now.”

A/N: This chapter is the end of The Pact. Sam’s story with Crowley’s daughter, will continue in the next part of The Winchester’s tale, Purgatory Rising.

Sam and Bobby are desperate to seek out Dean and the last angel on Earth, Castiel. They will have to navigate Purgatory and Eve’s army of monsters in order to obtain the Grace needed to save Sam’s wife. Finding Dean and Castiel won’t be easy, but having Crowley’s help could be the key in their success. Purgatory Rising will then follow Dean in his quest to kill Eve and end the war for good. To do this, he will need as much help as he can get from those closest to him

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Love Song

Chapter 1 - Rainbow

Summary : A romantic comedy story between Sebastian Stan and female reader where we witness their journey after they said I do.

After facing so many challenges in their relationship there was nothing more Sebastian and reader wanted than a smooth and beautiful wedding to celebrate their love. But something unexpected happened that threatened their perfect day and turn it into the most embarrassing day of their lives.

Pairings : Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader

Chapters: 1/18 (Might add more)

Chapter List >

Warning : fluff, grief, angst

Word count : 9.2k

This is a sequel to my first Sebastian fic Always You. If you want to understand more about Sebastian's and reader's relationship, please read it first. But it's not necessary to understand this story. Check it out here.

But oh, can't you see

That no matter what happens Life goes on and on And so baby, just smile 'Cause I'm always around you And I'll make you see how beautiful Life is for you and me

Take a little time baby See the butterflies' colors Listen to the birds that were sent To sing for me and you Can you feel me? This is such a wonderful place to be Even if there is pain now Everything would be all right For as long as the world still turns There will be night and day Can you hear me? There's a rainbow always after the rain

Life's full of challenges Not all the time we get what we want But don't despair my dear (coz I know now)

You'll take each trial and you'll make it through the storm 'Cause you're strong, my faith in you is clear So I'll say once again this world's wonderful And let us celebrate life that's so beautiful, so beautiful

Rainbow - South Border

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Pleasantdale Chateau, West Orange, New Jersey - May 6th 2023 - 1 pm

It was a fine Saturday afternoon at Pleasantdale Chateau. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, butterflies flew all over the beautiful gardens at the chateau. Nestled on a 40 acres of land among lush trees, sparkling ponds and rolling meadows was a magnificent estate that seemed to come straight out of fairy tales. Anyone who visited the chateau would feel like they were transported to a charming village in France. It was hard to believe that the magical place was located only 20 miles out of Manhattan.

Despite the peaceful and tranquil atmosphere, the chateau was bustling with people going to and fro. The air was filled with a slight erratic energy as everyone was busy preparing for the event that was going to be held that afternoon. Madeline Rowles had been in charge as head wedding planner for wedding events at the chateau for ten years, but she had never felt as nervous and anxious about managing a wedding until that day.

Their client for that day was a high profile Hollywood actor who had unlimited budget. Not that he specifically asked for anything too lavish. His fiancee was surprisingly a down-to-earth woman who loved simplicity and seemed to even hate anything too luxurious. It was not the couple themselves that made her nervous but it was their guests who made her feel so anxious that day.

The Hollywood actor was a Marvel actor who had been playing one of the most loved characters in the MCU for more than ten years. Aside from high profile Marvel actors such as Robert Downey Jr and Chris Hemsworth, he also had impressive colleagues outside of Marvel such as the likes of Nicole Kidman, Julianne Moore and Jessica Chastain. All of whom were expected to attend that day. Madeline felt grateful that the owner of the estate had a private helipad which could be used by these high profile celebrities to get in and out of the estate quickly. It was one of the facilities they were most proud of, and one of the reasons it seemed that the couple chose the estate for their wedding.

Madeline consulted her checklist for that day and after making sure that all the staff were working on schedule to prepare the area for the ceremony that day, she turned around and headed back towards the chateau. The ceremony was going to be held outdoors in front of one of the ponds on the charming meadow right outside of the chateau. The staff were lining up white wooden chairs, rolling down the white carpet on the aisle and decorating the wooden pergola at the end of the aisle with flowers and vines. Her next item on the list was making sure the grand ballroom where the reception was going to be held was being decorated on schedule. Then it was off to the kitchen to check on the progress of the chefs in preparing all the food for the 350 guests that day.

As she walked towards the chateau she heard a barking sound coming out of the main entrance of the chateau. A golden retriever puppy came out of the entrance running towards her. A small boy of about 8 years old came running after it.

"Lucky! Vino înapoi aici!" ("Lucky! Get back here!") the boy shouted in Romanian.

Madeline went down and tried to catch the puppy but he was fast and slipped past her. She turned around and saw the puppy running towards the ceremony area. Sensing something bad was about to happen, she ran back towards the ceremony area, hoping to be able to catch the puppy in time. The puppy ran across the aisle and headed straight to the pergola and slipped past a ladder a staff was using to decorate the pergola. The staff was surprised. He slipped and fell down the ladder, crushing some flowers who were laid on the grass.

"Oh no! Mike! Are you okay?" Madeline shouted as she ran towards Mike, who was trying to sit up.

"I'm fine.. these flowers cushioned my fall." Mike said as he tried to get up, his hand holding his lower back. Madeline extended her hand and helped Mike up. Just then the little boy ran past them and shouted an apology to them then he continued chasing the puppy, who had ran past the pergola and headed towards a bridge not far from there. Moments later a man ran past them and shouted apologies to them too. Madeline noticed him as one of the groomsmen.

"We need to catch that puppy." Madeline said.

"Yeah, I thought we don't allow pets on the estate?" Mike asked.

"Well, the bride begged us to allow their puppy to come. She said he's going to be part of the ceremony. I couldn't say no." Madeline said.

Mike sighed. "But he ruined these roses and peonies." He said sadly as he looked down on the ruined flowers on the ground.

"You have backup though, right?" Madeline asked.

"Yeah. Still, it's a waste, but I can do something with them." Mike winked at her.

"Well okay, go do your job. The ceremony is in 4 hours. We don't have much time." Madeline said and Mike nodded.

Madeline had a dog herself back home so she knew what to do to catch the puppy. She ran towards the kitchen and once there she asked one of the chefs if they had some spare sausages. Thankfully there were some, so she grabbed them and ran quickly back out to the meadow. She ran passed the ceremony area and the bridge. Once she was over the pond she found the little boy and the man standing near a gazebo not far from there, but the puppy were nowhere to be seen.

"Lucky! Here boy! Where are you Lucky?!" the man shouted.

"Unde ești Lucky?!" ("Where are you Lucky?!") the little boy shouted in Romanian.

"You lost the puppy?" Madeline asked once she got close enough to the man.

"Oh.. yeah.. I was too late. I didn't see where he was going." The man said. He looked kind of familiar, Madeline thought. Maybe he was an actor himself. But she rarely watched movies and TV so she didn't exactly know who he was.

Madeline put her fingers in her mouth than whistled loudly, surprising the boy and the man.

"Lucky! I have some treats for you! Come out come out wherever you are!" She shouted.

"Wow, you can whistle really loud." the man commented in awe.

"Uh.. yeah.. my dad taught me. We used to have 5 dogs so we needed a way to call them." she shrugged.

Moments later they heard a barking sound coming out from one of the ferns near the gazebo. The puppy came out of it and ran straight towards Madeline. His tail was wagging and his tongue was sticking out. Madeline went down as he came closer and the puppy stopped right in front of her and sniffed the sausage she was holding. He bit the sausage out of her hand and was about to run off again but the man picked him up before he had the chance.

"Thank you." the man said, smiling at her as he held the puppy tight in his arms and stood up.

"No problem. It's part of my job." Madeline said, smiling back at him as she stood up.

"I'm Chad." the man extended his hand to her and she shook it.

"Nice to meet you Chad. I'm Madeline." she smiled. She finally realized who he was. He was Chad Crawley, the groom's best friend who used to be in Gossip Girl, a TV show she once used to love. She couldn't believe her luck. She used to have a crush on him back then.

"Aren't you the wedding planner?" Chad asked.

"Oh yeah, I am." she nodded.

"You're doing a great job so far. And this place is stunning. It must be hard managing a place like this." He commented.

"Uh.. thank you. Yeah it can be hard, but it's always worthwhile whenever I see the bride and groom smiling and having fun." she smiled.

"Yeah it is." Chad smiled.

The little boy then came to them and picked the dog off from his hand.

"Stefan, don't let him loose again, okay?" Chad warned him.

"Okay. Sorry." the boy nodded dejectedly then he turned around and walked back towards the chateau, holding the puppy tight who was now contentedly eating the sausage.

"Well, I have to get back and get ready." Chad said.

"Yeah, I have to go and check the ballroom and then make sure the chefs are working on schedule." Madeline said.

"I hope everything else will go smoothly after this." Chad said.

"Yeah, I hope so too! Even if there are mishaps, we're ready, don't worry about it. We've been doing this for decades." she smiled and Chad smiled back.

Little did she know that there was going to be a mishap that had never happened before in the estate and that it would make that day to be truly unforgettable.

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Bridal Salon, Pleasantdale Chateau, West Orange, New Jersey - May 6th 2023 - 4 pm

Y/n stared back at herself on the large mirror in front of her. Her make up artist was just finished putting make up on her. Her eyes widened as she looked at herself. She had opted for a natural look, but she didn't think the make up artist would do such a good job that she still looked like herself yet like a beautiful princess at the same time. Her beautiful eyes popped out even with only warm brown eyeshadows applied on them. Her lips were painted nude pink and her cheeks flushed like she had listened to Sebastian's compliments for her for an hour straight. Her hair was also done. She had chosen a simple updo with folded twists on the sides of her head and a small bun rested on the nape of her neck. Some wavy strands of hair were let loose, framing her beautiful face. She would put on a simple floral hairpiece along with a veil on top of the bun later on, after she put on her dress.

"Thank you Charlotte, I love it!" Y/n said enthusiastically to her make up artist who was staring at her on the mirror.

"You're welcome, Y/n. I didn't have to do much, you're already gorgeous!" Charlotte gushed, making Y/n blushed.

"I can see why he's head over heels for you. I heard he's had a crush on you for twenty years! Is that true?" Charlotte asked as she tidied up the dressing table, putting brushes, lipstick, eyeshadows and all the other make up tools she had into her make up bag.

"Oh, where did you hear that, Charlotte?" Y/n asked, surprised her make up artist knew of that fact.

"I read it on the internet. You're famous now you know, I can just google you and all information about you came right out." Charlotte winked.

"Well, I didn't think that information would come out." Y/n said, still pondering how that specific private information could have come out. But then again, this is the internet age where anything and everything about someone could be found on the internet, especially if that someone was a celebrity. She wasn't one herself but dating one turned her into one herself without her realizing it.

"You better get used to it now that you're marrying an A list Hollywood actor. People would put you under a microscope." Charlotte commented nonchalantly. Her comment made Y/n's stomach churned unpleasantly. She did think about it but never dwelled on it too much. Now that she heard it from someone else, it made her more nervous.

"Umm.. yeah. I guess I have to get used to it." she said, doubt in her voice.

"Oh I'm sorry, dear. I hope I didn't scare you with you that comment. Just forget it okay? Focus on yourself and your fiancee. You're getting married!" Charlotte said cheerfully.

"Yeah.. thank you Charlotte." Y/n smiled. Deep down she still felt nervous so she stood up and went to the table where drinks were served. She picked up a tall wine glass and opened a bottle of champagne. As she poured it she felt a warm hand touching her arm.

"Y/n.. are you okay? Are the nerves finally getting to you?" Shannon, her maid of honor asked, her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at Y/n.

"I'm fine Shannon, just needed a drink. I'm thirsty." Y/n said and she sipped a little of the champagne. As the champagne entered her system, she felt immediately calmer.

"Are you guys ready?" Y/n asked, referring to her bridesmaids and putting her wine glass down.

"Yeah. The only one who isn't is you! The ceremony is starting in an hour and you're still wearing a robe!" Shannon protested, her hands gesturing all over Y/n's white silk robe that she had worn since she started getting ready that afternoon.

"Yeah, I just need to put on the dress, some accessories, the veil and the shoes then I'm ready." Y/n said.

"That's still a lot to do." Shannon protested.

"An hour should be enough, Shannon. Don't worry." Y/n said as she started to go to get her dress.

"Wait, I have Sebastian's gift for you." Shannon said, putting a small blue velvet box in Y/n's hands.

"Oh okay. Have you given mine to him yet?" Y/n asked.

"Of course I have." Shannon replied.

"And how did he react?" Y/n asked curiously.

"He was shocked but happy. And he had put both of them under his shirt." Shannon smiled.

Y/n had bought Sebastian a gold chain necklace with a gold charm in the shape of a key. She had written a short note on a card that Shannon had given to him as well.

"Iubirea mea, you have the key to my heart. Wear this with the heart shaped pendant you have on your chest so that I will always be near your heart. Love, Y/n"

Right when they just started dating, Sebastian had bought a heart shaped pendant to symbolize his love for her and he had put it on the band of his watch. Y/n wanted him to wear it differently now that they were getting married. She thought it should be put nearer to his heart. And since he did have the key to her heart, she decided to buy him the key charm as well to symbolize that.

"Okay, good but... why would he be shocked?" Y/n asked, her eyebrows raised.

"You'll see why. Just open yours." Shannon smiled with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Hmm.. okay." Y/n opened the velvet box and gasped aloud. There inside the velvet box was a gold charm shaped in a heart-shaped key, dotted with small diamonds. She couldn't believe that they basically bought each other the same gift.

"There's a note there." Shannon said, her finger pointed onto the insides of the top of the velvet box. Y/n pulled out the small paper and opened it. She smiled wide as she read it.

"Y/n, sweetheart. For twenty two years you're the only one who have the key to my heart. So I hope you'll wear this with the pendant I've given you and we can always be near each other's hearts even when we are apart. I love you. Always. SS"

Sebastian had also given her a heart shaped pendant when they started dating. And they had made a promise to each other back then to always have each other's hearts. They really were soulmates, she smiled wide as she picked up the pendant and hung it on her necklace, right next to the heart-shaped pendant she always had on.

"You guys are so sweet." Shannon said, sniffling.

"Shannon.. are you crying?" Y/n asked, laughing a little.

"I am! I've witnessed both you being in love for twenty years before you finally got together and I'm just so so happy that you're finally getting married! If anyone deserves this it's both of you!" Shannon exclaimed as she pulled Y/n into a tight hug.

"Aaawww.. Shannon.. Thank you for being there for me and Seb all this time." Y/n said, rubbing her best friend's back.

"You're welcome, Y/n. Now let's put that dress on and go get married!" Shannon said as she released her hug on Y/n.

"Okay!" Y/n smiled and said enthusiastically.

Y/n went towards the wardrobe where she had kept her dress in. Her mind wander to when she was searching for 'the dress'. After trying on what seemed like hundreds of dresses, Y/n finally chose one dress from Allure. It was from their Disney Princess line, one that was named after Cinderella. She was afraid people would think she was cheesy to choose a dress inspired by a Disney Princess, but if there was a time to be herself, her wedding was it. And the moment she put on the dress back at Allure's store, she knew it was it and she had to get it.

She picked the dress who was still inside a white dry cleaner's bag and pulled the zipper down. Her jaw dropped as she looked at the dress. The dress wasn't what she bought. It was a different dress.

"Shannon! This isn't my dress!" Y/n said, showing the dress to Shannon.

Shannon spit out the champagne she was drinking when she saw it.

"F**k! No way! That's not your dress!"Shannon shouted in dismay.

"No it's not! Who picked it up from the dry cleaner's?" Y/n asked.

"Umm.. I did." Shannon said, her head hung in shame.

"Didn't you check it first before you get out of the dry cleaner's?!" Y/n asked, her voice raised a little as she felt anger started to seeped into her heart.

"I just glanced at the top. I mean.. the top looks similar to yours. So I thought it was yours. I'm sorry." Shannon said, regret in her voice.

The top part did look similar to Y/n's dress. It had a capped sleeve and plunging V-neck but it had mermaid silhouette not ball gown like her dress, and the skirt was made from satin not tulle like hers. She pulled out the dress from the dry cleaner's bag and checked the size. It was smaller than what she usually wore. Her heart sank to her stomach as she realized they were in trouble.

"Do you think we have time to pick up my dress from the dry cleaner's?" Y/n asked.

"Well, it's half an hour away, an hour counting the time I need to get there. And it's Saturday, God knows what the traffic is like in the city on Saturdays. You'll definitely be late." Shannon stated matter of factly.

Y/n sighed and walked towards the window of the bridal salon. She could see that people had started to arrive to the estate. She couldn't possibly asked them to wait. Sebastian had invited many of his famous A list celebrities and filmmakers who probably didn't have time to waste. And she would embarrass Sebastian if she came out late. People would talk. She finally decided that she could just wear the dress, no one needed to know it wasn't hers. Then she could return it back to the dry cleaner's afterwards.

"Okay, I'll just wear this one. No big deal. Can you help me?" Y/n turned towards Shannon.

"Okay, you sure you want to wear this dress? I mean.. it's different from what you've picked." Shannon said.

"Yeah. I mean.. I'm disappointed that I can't wear the one I chose. But at the end of the day it's just a dress. And this one looks pretty too. I just hope I can fit myself in it!" Y/n exclaimed.

"Well let's go and find out." Shannon said and she picked the dress off from Y/n's hand and headed towards the dressing room.

Y/n took off her robes and hung it on a hook behind the door in the dressing room. Shannon pulled out the hanger from the dress and unzipped the back of the dress.

"Okay, here we go." Y/n said, putting her feet inside the dress and Shannon helped pull it up and put her arms inside the sleeves.

At first it seemed the dress would fit her. She looked in the mirror and was not thoroughly disappointed at what she saw. But then Shannon started to pull up the zipper on the back of the dress and she felt her stomach being squeezed.

"Shannon! Stop!" Y/n protested.

"I can do it, Y/n. Just a little bit more." She said as she pulled the zipper up with a lot more effort.

Y/n sucked in her stomach and held her breath and the zipper finally closed fully up to the back side of her neck. She let out a sigh of relief and turned sideways to study herself in the mirror.

"I think it can work." Y/n said.

"Yeah, thank God. Can you walk though? The skirt seems to be a little tight." Shannon said, studying her.

"Yeah I think so. Can you go and get my shoes?" Y/n asked.

"Sure." Shannon nodded and left to pick up her shoes.

Y/n studied her stomach in the dress. She still had the fat belly courtesy of Starlene, she didn't think she could ever lose it, so she had worn a corset to help flatten her belly. But whoever the dress really belonged to definitely had an enviable flat belly, she could hardly breathe wearing the dress even though she already had the corset on.

"There you go Y/n." Shannon said, returning with a shoe box containing her shoes.

Shannon opened the box and put the pair of shoes out and put them on the floor next to Y/n. Y/n had chosen a pair of Bella Belle 2-inch low heel pearl shoes with romantic floral lace motif and playful interlocking straps at the ankle. She wasn't used to wearing high heels for too long and considering she was going to have the ceremony outdoors, low heeled shoes seemed to fit better than high heeled ones. Y/n put them on and leaned down to tighten the straps and that was when she heard it. A loud unpleasant ripping sound could be heard. The dress had ripped at the back.

"Shannon! Oh No!" Y/n froze in place, her eyes widened in shock. Shannon put her hand in her mouth in surprise.

"Y/n! Don't move!" Shannon said as she went to check the damage of the dress.

"Is it bad?" Y/n asked, turning her head to look up at Shannon.

"Umm.. it's a long rip.. I think you can stand up now and see for yourself." Shannon said.

Y/n stood up slowly and could immediately tell the difference. She wasn't having difficulties in breathing anymore. She turned her back toward the full length mirror on the wall and turned her head to inspect the damage. The beautiful dress really was ruined. The rip started from the top part down to almost her bottom. There was no way she could wear it. She started to feel tears well up in her eyes. How could this happen? At the most important day of her life. She thought in frustration.

"Y/n.. don't cry. We'll figure a way out. I'll go to the dry cleaner's now and get your dress. I'll be back in no time. You'll only be late like.. an hour at most. Okay?" Shannon said as she held Y/n's arms and rubbed them, trying to make Y/n feel better.

"Okay. We'll have to let Seb know, and the wedding planner so they can keep the guests entertained while they wait." Y/n said, starting to regain her composure back.

"Okay. Don't worry, I'll let them know. I'll have Rose, Allison and the others to come here and accompany you, okay?" Shannon said referring to Y/n's other bridesmaids as she gave Y/n a tight hug.

"Okay. You probably should ask Nick to come. He can drive for you." Y/n said, referring to Shannon's boyfriend who was also one of the groomsmen.

"That's a good idea. Okay. I'll see you later Y/n." Shannon said and she left Y/n quickly, almost running on her way out.

Y/n sighed as she watched Shannon leave. She decided to take off the dress and put her robe back on. After taking the dress off and putting on her robe, she went out of the dressing room and found all of her bridesmaids sitting on a blue circle sofa in the middle of the room, waiting for her.

"Oh Y/n.. we heard what happened. And we're really sorry." Rose said as she walked closer to Y/n and gave her a hug.

"It's okay, Shannon is getting my dress now. Has anyone told Seb or the wedding planner yet?" Y/n asked. It was 15 minutes to 5 pm, he was probably on the meadow already, under the pergola, waiting for her, she thought nervously.

"I'll go and tell him." Adelina, one of Sebastian's close friend from Romania offered.

"Thank you Adelina." Y/n smiled at her and took a seat among her bridesmaids. Allison, another one of her bridesmaids offered her a glass of champagne and she took it gratefully. Just then there was a knock on the door.

"Y/n.. can I come in?" It was Sebastian's mother. Oh no. Y/n thought. She never felt so embarrassed in her life.

"Uh.. come on in Mrs.Frank." Rose opened the door and Mrs. Frank came in holding Starlene in her arms.

Sebastian's mother looked stunning in a silk soft magenta dress. While her daughter Starlene looked so cute wearing a white tulle dress. She wore a matching floral bandana on her head and if her eyes didn't play tricks on her, someone seemed to have put on lip gloss on her lips. Something she definitely didn't agree with. But that shouldn't be her focus.

"Mrs.Frank, I'm sorry." Y/n said, walking closer to her and picked Starlene off her arms. Starlene looked up at her and smiled, realizing her mother had picked her up, and she put her small hand on her cheek as if encouraging her and telling her everything was going to be okay.

"Y/n.. why aren't you in your dress yet?" Mrs.Frank asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

"I.. uh.. brought the wrong dress." Y/n said, her head hung in shame.

"The wrong dress?" Mrs.Frank's eyes widened in surprise.

Y/n told her the whole story and Mrs.Frank laughed so loud after she was done telling her story, surprising everyone in the room.

"In all of my 67 years of life I have never heard a funnier story." Mrs.Frank commented.

"Umm.. yeah.." Y/n started to laugh as well, Mrs.Frank's aura had started to affect her too and everyone in the room started to laugh as well.

"This will be a great story to tell your grandchildren one day." Mrs.Frank winked.

"I guess so." Y/n said, smiling as she felt the burden in her heart lifted.

"Anyway, the reason I came was to actually give you this. You need something borrowed to complement your dress don't you?" Mrs.Frank said.

"Oh.. yeah, that's right. I forgot about it." Y/n said.

Mrs.Frank pulled out a beautiful bracelet from a pocket in her dress. It was a bracelet made from a chain of cubic zirconia mounted in a clover leaf shaped silver alternating with round shaped cubic zirconia.

"Oh it's beautiful Mrs.Frank." Y/n said admiring the bracelet.

"Here, let me put this on you." Mrs.Frank said.

"Thank you so much Mrs.Frank." Y/n smiled after Mrs.Frank finished putting the bracelet on her wrist and gave her a brief hug.

"Starting today you can call me mom." Mrs.Frank said, winking at her.

Y/n could feel her eyes well up in tears again. Her words reminded her of her own late mother who had died from cancer years ago. She wished she was here to witness her getting married to the love of her life.

"Oh no.. don't cry dear.. " Mrs.Frank said, noticing that Y/n's eyes had started to water.

"I'm sorry.. I just.. I remember my mom." Y/n said.

"Oh dear. I'm sure she's really happy looking down on you from up in heaven." Mrs.Frank said as she gave a her a tight hug.

"I'm sure she is." Y/n sniffled and wiped her eyes from the tears. Thankfully Charlotte had applied waterproof mascara on her so her make up wasn't ruined.

Another knock was suddenly heard from the door.

"Y/n, it's dad. Can I come in?" Y/n's father's voice could be heard from behind the door.

"Dad, come on in." Y/n said while Mrs.Frank picked Starlene off from her arms.

"Oh hi everyone, I didn't think it would be so crowded here." Y/n's father said, surprised seeing Y/n's bridesmaids and Mrs.Frank there, making everyone laughed.

"Hi dad." Y/n said, walking towards him.

"Y/n.. you look beautiful!" her father said but then he stopped himself as he slowly studied his daughter.

"Are you.. going to wear this?" her father asked in confusion.

"No, dad.. I brought the wrong dress." Y/n said, laughing.

After telling her father all that had happened, her father laughed and commented that he didn't expect something like this to happen in her wedding. In his eyes she was always so perfect doing everything in her life that a mishap like this was truly unexpected.

"Yeah well, there's always a first time for everything, right dad?" Y/n said.

"Absolutely. Now, I wanted to give you the something blue in case you don't have it yet." her father said.

"Oh.. I did buy a blue garter but okay. Thank you dad." Y/n said.

Her father pulled out a small velvet box from inside his pant's pocket and gave it to Y/n. She opened it and there in the box was a beautiful crystal brooch in the shape of a flower. The brooch had a combination of white crystals and blue crystals on the edge of the petals and in the middle of the flower.

"Oh it's beautiful, dad." Y/n smiled softly as she studied the brooch.

"It belonged to your mother. She wore it on her wedding day, your grandmother gave it to her. So it also can be the something old, and something borrowed too." Y/n's father said.

"Oh that's right. Thank you so much dad." Y/n said and gave him a brief hug.

"Now I feel mom is here watching us." Y/n continued, tears welled up in her eyes again and she could see her father started to have tears in his eyes too.

"I miss her so much." Y/n's father said.

"You look so much like her on her wedding day." he continued, putting the palm of his hand on his daughter's cheek.

Y/n was speechless and could only feel tears falling from her eyes. Her chest tightened as she remembered her mom. Just then a loud knock could be heard from the door again.

"Y/n! Sweetheart.. it's me.." Sebastian's voice could be heard from behind the door and everyone in the room froze as they heard him.

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Ceremony Area, Pleasantdale Chateau, West Orange, New Jersey - 4.50 pm

Sebastian stood underneath the pergola at the end of the aisle, gazing at all the guests sitting in front of him. He smiled at them as their eyes caught his. He saw Anthony Mackie sitting next to his ex-wife. It seemed they were getting back together and that made him happy. Anthony winked at him as he looked at him and Sebastian smiled. Next to Anthony was his Captain America co-star Danny Ramirez who was busy looking down on his cellphone. Several seats away from them he saw his other Marvel co-stars, Chris Evans, Jeremy Renner, Scarlet Johansson, Mark Ruffalo, Chris Hemsworth, Paul Rudd, Chris Pratt, Samuel L Jackson, Tom Holland, Elizabeth Olsen, Paul Bettany and Robert Downey Jr. Each sat beside their spouses. He then saw his co-stars outside of Marvel, Jessica Chastain, Lupita Nyongo, Diane Kruger, Penelope Cruz, Nicole Kidman, Julianne Moore, Renate Reinsve, Margot Robbie, Lily James and Daisy Edgar-Jones. Granted, he did have many female co-stars, more than male ones. Some of his male co-stars also had come, he could see Jamie Dornan, Adam Driver, Channing Tatum, Daniel Craig, Seth Rogen, Edgar Ramirez and even Robert Pattinson. He glanced toward their right side and was surprised to see Ridley Scott came. He also saw other directors he had worked with sitting and talking amongst themselves. There were Craig Gillespie, Mimi Cave, Steven Soderbergh, The Russo Brothers, Darren Aronofsky, Aaron Schimberg, Drake Doremus, Benjamin Caron even Argy Burgy who came all the way from Greece. Kevin Feige, the head of Marvel sat next to the Russos and was chatting with them. Sebastian didn't expect all those high profile people to come. Especially the likes of Ridley Scott who he had not met in a while. But events like this were also a good way to network and he suspected that was another reason why they all came. And whatever the actual reason was, he felt really grateful that they all had the time to come.

He glanced at his watch and it was already 5 pm, the ceremony was supposed to start now. He took a deep breath and replayed the vows he was going to say in his mind. Yes, he and Y/n had decided to exchange personal vows in addition to the more traditional vows being said in a wedding ceremony. He had it written in a piece of paper but having used to memorize many lines from a script, he didn't need to see it. He could remember all of them by heart.

Suddenly he saw Adelina walking quickly from the chateau towards them. She stopped before reaching the start of the aisle and gestured at Edward to come towards her. Edward, as best man, was standing right next to Sebastian. Edward nodded at Adelina and walked swiftly towards her. Sebastian's heart started to beat faster. He wondered whether anything was wrong. Adelina was supposed to come down with the other bridesmaids but she was alone. And her face looked slightly nervous.

Adelina whispered something to Edward and he nodded in understanding. He then turned around and walked back to Sebastian. Adelina turned around too and walked back towards the chateau.

"Edward, what's going on?" Sebastian whispered as Edward arrived next to him.

"Seb, I'm sorry. Adelina said there's an emergency with Y/n's dress." Edward whispered, his back facing the guests.

"What do you mean emergency with her dress?" Sebastian asked, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Well, she didn't tell me the details just that we need to entertain the guests while we wait." Edward said.

"Hmm.. okay." Sebastian nodded. He started to feel nervous. He wondered if it meant something. He also was curious what it meant 'emergency with her dress'. He decided to go and see her to make sure she was alright.

"Edward, I'm gonna go and see her, make sure she's alright." Sebastian said,

"But.. Seb.. You're not supposed to see her." Edward protested.

"I need to know what's going on." Sebastian said.

"I can go and find out but you need to stay here." Edward said.

"No, Edward. I gotta see her. I have a bad feeling. Just please stay here and.. I don't know.. sing or something.." Sebastian said as he left Edward quickly and walked towards the chateau, making people's heads turned towards him as he walked pass.

"But.. Seb.." Edward said, his words cut off as Sebastian already left him.

Moments after he reached the entrance of the chateau, Sebastian started to run towards the Bridal Salon. His heart pounding hard in his chest. He wondered if 'emergency with the dress' was a code word for something, like.. cold feet. Is she starting to have cold feet and having second thoughts in marrying him? He really hoped it isn't case. He thought.

He reached the area where the Bridal Salon was and he was about to go upstairs towards it when he almost bumped into someone. A woman was coming down the stairs. He realized it was the wedding planner, Madeline.

"Mr.Stan! Why are you here?" Madeline asked, standing in front of him, preventing him from going upstairs.

"I need to see her. I need to see Y/n." he said.

"I'm sorry Mr.Stan but you're not allowed to see her." Madeline said, putting her palm up towards his chest.

"But they said there's an emergency with the dress." Sebastian said.

"Yes, it's being taken care of. Don't worry Mr.Stan. Now if you'll please go back towards the meadow and wait there." Madeline said, grabbing his arm and guided him back out from the room.

Sebastian pried his arm away from Madeline and protested. "I'm sorry but I need to see her." he then ran past her and went quickly upstairs with Madeline's shouts following him from behind.

He didn't care if he wasn't allowed to see her. He was finally not believing in superstition again. After giving it a thought, he actually tried proposing to her three times before finally succeeding in his fourth try. If he had believed in superstition, he wouldn't have been there, finally about to marry her. So there was no use in believing in superstition.

He finally arrived in front of the door of the Bridal Salon. He knocked loudly and called out her name.

"Y/n! Sweetheart.. it's me.." Sebastian said.

Madeline suddenly appeared next to him and tried to take his arm and guided him away from the Bridal Salon. But Sebastian wouldn't allow her to touch him and his hand and hers played some kind of weird dance as he tried to avoid her hands from touching him.

"Madeline! Would you please leave me alone. I just need to talk to my fiance. Please!" Sebastian begged, his eyebrows furrowed in anxiety. Seeing the anxiety in his eyes, Madeline finally backed off and after apologizing to him she turned around and went downstairs, leaving him alone in front of the door.

"Sweetheart.. I need to talk to you.. are you okay?" Sebastian turned towards the door and leaned his forehead on it.

"I'm fine Iubirea mea! You need to go back to the meadow. We're not supposed to see each other." Y/n responded from behind the door.

"Honey, I don't care about that anymore. I need to see you. Are you sure you're okay?" Sebastian asked, worry still apparent in his voice.

"Sebby honey, Y/n is fine." he heard the sound of his mother from behind the door.

"Mom?" Sebastian asked, recognizing his mother's voice.

The door of the Bridal Salon was opened all of a sudden and Sebastian was startled. His mother stood in front of the door, carrying Starlene in her arms.

"Mom.. where's Y/n?" Sebastian asked as he made his way into the room.

"She's in the dressing room, Sebby honey. Now come on.. let's go back to the meadow." His mother said.

"No! I need to talk to Y/n, mom, make sure she's okay." Sebastian said.

"She's fine Sebby honey, everything's fine." His mother said but Sebastian didn't buy it. He looked behind his mother and saw the bridesmaids and Y/n's father all stood staring at him.

"Guys, Mr. Y/l/n, I'm sorry, I need to speak to Y/n." Sebastian said.

"Okay, son. Come on everyone, let's go and give them some privacy." Mr. Y/l/n said and he walked towards Sebastian. He clapped Sebastian's shoulder as he passed and smiled at him then he walked out from the Bridal Salon, followed by his mother and all of Y/n's bridesmaids who gave them shy smiles as they passed.

"Thanks guys." Sebastian nodded at them. Rose was the last one to leave and she closed the door behind her, leaving Sebastian alone in the Bridal Salon.

He walked quickly towards a closed door near him where he suspected the dressing room was and knocked at the door.

"Y/n.. sweetheart.. are you okay?" Sebastian asked.

"I'm fine Iubirea mea!" Y/n replied but she sounded so far away, like not from behind the door he was in front of. He opened the door slowly and found out it was the bathroom, not the dressing room. He shook his head, felt a little stupid then turned towards another door near the bathroom.

"Sweetheart.. are you in here?" he asked and touched the handle of the door. Just as he was about to turn it, he felt a little resistance from it, it wouldn't turn. He realized Y/n was probably holding the handle from the other side, preventing him from turning it.

"Sweetheart.. can I come in?" he asked slowly.

"No, Seb. What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice sounded confused.

"Adelina said there's an emergency with the dress." Sebastian said.

"Yeah.. there is.." Y/n said.

"Are you.. are you having cold feet?" Sebastian asked, his voice shook a little.

"What? Why are you asking me that?" Y/n asked, clearly confused at his question.

"I.. I thought that was what it meant." Sebastian said as he leaned his forehead at the door.

"What?" Y/n asked, clearly not understanding what he meant.

"The 'emergency with the dress'.. I thought it was code word or something.. that you're having cold feet." he explained.

He could hear Y/n's sweet laughter from behind the door making him smile. But he was still confused.

"So.. it's not code word for cold feet?" he asked slowly.

"No.. it's not, Seb." Y/n answered in between her laughter.

"You're not having cold feet?" He asked.

"No.. I'm not, Seb." She continued to chuckle.

"Okay.. phew.. I'm so glad." Sebastian said, smiling as he felt his anxiety slowly gone from his heart.

"So, what does it mean?" Sebastian asked.

"It literally means what it is, Seb." she answered, finally recovering from her laughter.

"That there's something wrong with your dress?" he asked.

"Yeah.. everything is wrong with the dress as it's not the one I chose." she said.

"What do you mean?" he asked, getting even more confused.

"I brought the wrong dress from the dry cleaner's, Seb. It got switched with another person's dress. Shannon picked up the wrong one." Y/n explained.

"What the h**l!" he cursed.

"Didn't she check it first at the dry cleaner's?" he asked, dumbfounded.

"She just checked the top part. It looked similar to mine so she thought it was really mine. Please don't be mad at her. It's just an honest mistake. She's going to the dry cleaner's now with Nick to pick up my dress." she explained.

"Oh okay. That's gonna take a while." Sebastian glanced at his watch. It was 5.15 pm. They were already 15 minutes late. He hoped his guests were patient enough to wait.

"I'm really sorry Iubirea mea. I tried putting on the other dress but it was too small on me, I actually ripped it." Y/n said, sounding ashamed.

"Oh my.. well, it's okay honey. You know, like I once said, I would still take you even if you only wear a potato sack." he laughed, referring to a joke they once shared when they were about to attend last year's Emmy Awards.

"Well, I'm in something better than a potato sack." she said, making him smile.

"What are you wearing, sweetheart?" he asked, getting curious.

"Just a white silk robe." she said.

"Oh okay.. and sexy lacy underwear?" he teased.

"Oh.. yeah.. something like that.. " she said, her voice slightly changed and sounded a little more sultry in his ears. God, how he missed being with her. After being away from her for three months he craved her touch on him but fate willed it that they didn't have the chance to make love yet.

The morning after Lucky ate their wedding ring they had tried to make love but Starlene had woken up just as they were about to do it. After that he had to go and buy gifts for his groomsmen, something he hadn't had the chance to do as he was so busy filming. He then stayed at a hotel overnight with his groomsmen for his bachelor's party. They spent the next night after that at the chateau, right after rehearsal dinner was done. Y/n stayed at the honeymoon suite with Starlene while he stayed in a different room with Chad. As a man with natural human needs he really was desperate. He hoped they would be able to do it that night. It was their first night as husband and wife after all. He had checked the honeymoon suite and it looked really comfortable and romantic.

"I miss you, sweetheart.." Sebastian said, leaning his forehead at the door. He then opened his right palm and touched the door. Little did he know that Y/n was doing the same thing from the other side. She leaned her forehead at the door and her left palm was at the door, exactly where Sebastian's palm was. Even separated by a door they could still sense each other even though they didn't realize it.

"I miss you too, Iubirea mea.." Y/n said softly.

"Iubirea mea.. can I talk to you about something?" she suddenly asked.

"Of course, honey. What do you want to talk about?" he asked curiously.

"I just.. I feel like our relationship has been quite challenging, from the beginning. Not just after we got together. I mean.. you told me you tried to tell me how you feel about me at least two times when I was with Zac." She said, referring to the time when Sebastian tried to confess his feelings to her twice, thinking she was single at those times but she turned out to be with her ex boyfriend Zac.

"Yeah, well.. I waited before that for you to break up with Jesse." He said, referring to her other ex boyfriend.

"Oh.. yeah. And then you said it took four attempts until you finally proposed to me." she continued.

"Uh.. huh.." Sebastian nodded, wondering where the conversation was going.

"And then.. Lucky ate our wedding ring, and even before that, my engagement ring fell down the drain." she said, referring to the time when Sebastian was trying to propose to her but the engagement ring fell down the drain and ruined his plan.

"Yeah.." Sebastian chuckled remembering those times. They weren't funny when they happened, in fact they made him quite angry and anxious. Now that the events had passed and he thought about them, he felt they turned out to be really funny stories.

"And now.. this.. my dress isn't even here.. and I ripped someone else's dress. God, I hope whoever's dress it is won't need it soon. We'll need to fix it before we return it. And then.. your mom.." Y/n said.

"What about my mom?" he asked curiously.

"She gave me a bracelet for the something borrowed thing that I'm supposed to wear." she said.

"Oh that's so sweet of her." he responded.

"Yeah, but.. I just realized your mom failed her first marriage, and I.. I thought the something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue thing is supposed to bring us luck as we get married but my something borrowed is from someone who failed her first marriage.. what if.. God.. I'm sorry, Seb.. I don't mean to insult you." she rambled.

Sebastian swallowed hard as he listened to her. She did have a point. But wasn't he supposed to not believe in superstition anymore?

"It's okay, honey. I get what you're saying." he said.

"And then.. I just realized we're getting married on a Saturday!" she suddenly exclaimed.

"Honey.. what's wrong with getting married on a Saturday?" he asked, confused at her statement.

"I don't know if you've ever heard it but there's a rhyme from English folklore that said 'Monday for health, Tuesday for wealth, Wednesday best of all, Thursday for losses, Friday for crosses, Saturday for no luck at all'!" she said.

"Sweetheart, it's just an old rhyme. Do you know how many couples are getting married on a Saturday nowadays?" he asked, sighing.

"I know.. it's just.. " she sighed. "Have you ever felt like someone out there just hate that we're together? Like.. God doesn't want us to be together.. or something.." Y/n finally said.

Sebastian sighed. Truthfully he did think that when his proposal attempts repeatedly failed. But that thought was gone after he finally succeeded in proposing to her on his fourth attempt.

"Sweetheart, I thought you didn't believe in superstition." Sebastian commented.

"I don't.. but.. I just wonder.. you know." she said, doubt still filled her voice.

"Y/n, my love. If anything, I think our relationship is the epitome of love conquers all.. you know. It's a perfect example for other couples out there that no matter what the problem is, as long as we still love each other we can overcome it together. I think it's what God wants from us, that we become an example of that. Not because He doesn't want us to be together. On the contrary, I think He's testing us. He wants us to see how much we love each other. Whether we still end up together despite all the challenges." Sebastian said. He truthfully felt surprised at his own answer to her question. But, he felt it was true. He had never felt so sure of anything else in his life. And he was going to marry her no matter what challenges they would face.

"Honey, I assure you, and I promise you, that I will marry you today, no matter what dress you wear or whether you wear a dress at all. We are going to leave this place as husband and wife. Please, leave your doubts behind and trust me. This is just a little detour in our journey to be married. And we are going back to the correct path. I'm sure of it." he said, putting both his palms now at the door.

Faintly he could hear Y/n sniffle at the other side.

"Sweetheart.. are you crying?" he asked, concern filled his voice.

"Uh huh.." she said, sniffling a little louder.

"Oh, honey. I didn't mean to make you cry." He said, wishing the door would just disappear and he could hug her tight and comfort her.

"It's okay.. I'm crying happy tears, Iubirea mea." she said, her voice sounded a little better.

"Oh okay.. good.. " he breathed a sigh of relief. He suddenly felt the urge to just touch her hand, to help strengthen her resolve. He needed her too.

"Sweetheart, would you please open the door a little?" he asked, his hand slowly slipped down to the door handle.

"Umm.. why?" she asked.

"Well.. I just want to hold your hand. I actually want to see you, but if you still believe in superstition and don't want me to see you then, it's okay. I just.. I just need to touch you." he said slowly.

Y/n didn't respond for a while, making him slightly anxious. After what felt like a long time, she finally responded. "Okay, I'm opening the door a little."

She then turned the handle of the door and they opened it together. Her hand came out of the door and Sebastian quickly held it. He felt like he was home when he held her hand. He lifted her hand up and kissed it softly and he could hear her sigh at the other end.

"Honey, no matter what, I love you. We'll get through this together. Like we always do. Don't worry okay?" he said through the gap at the door while holding her hand tight in his.

"Okay." she said softly.

They stayed like that for a moment, holding each other's hands, just enjoying each other's company, forgetting about their little predicament for a moment.

"Iubirea mea.. close your eyes." she suddenly said.

"What?" he asked in confusion.

"Just do it, Iubirea mea." Y/n insisted.

"Okay." he said then he closed his eyes slowly, wondering why she asked him to do it.

He felt her hand slipped off his and a slight breeze passed his face and he could hear a slight creaking sound. Then he felt the softest, lightest touch on his lips. She was kissing him softly he just realized. She bravely opened the door and let herself see him and kissed him! He felt weak at the knees as she continued to cup his face with her hands and kissed him so gently. He pulled her closer by the waist and continued to close his eyes as they kissed and kissed as if the world was ending and they only had that moment to be together. After a while Y/n broke the kiss and lifted his hands from her waist and he felt her going back to the dressing room and closed the door in front of him.

"Sweetheart.. you.. I can't believe you just did that. You.. are.. going to be.. the death of me." he chuckled as he opened his eyes, leaned his forehead at the door and put his palm back at the door.

"I'm sorry Iubirea mea.. I just had to do it." she said, laughing.

"Well now I really can't wait to see you." he said desperately, making her chuckle.

Suddenly there was a loud ringing sound. A cellphone was ringing. Y/n's cellphone judging from the ringtone.

"Iubirea mea, I'm sorry. I think it's my phone. Would you please get it for me? It's in my hand bag right underneath the dressing table." she said.

"Okay." Sebastian nodded and he left to get her handbag.

He picked her handbag up and opened it. He then reached in to pick up her cellphone. When he saw her cellphone it was showing Shannon's name.

"Honey, it's from Shannon." he said, as he arrived in front of the dressing room.

Y/n opened the door a little and stuck out her hand. Sebastian put her cellphone in her hand and her hand disappeared back into the dressing room. He waited anxiously as he put her handbag down on the floor.

"Hi Shannon.. Oh no! I think I might just end up wearing this silk robe if you can't get here within half an hour. We're already half an hour late. I'm so embarrassed at all the guests." she said.

"Yeah.. okay. I appreciate it. Let me know if you can find an alternative route. Thank you. Okay, bye." she said.

"Honey, what did she say?" Sebastian asked.

"Seb, she said she's stuck in traffic. There's an accident at I-280 W, she's been stuck there for fifteen minutes. Nick is trying to find a different route. So it seems we'll have to wait longer." she said in regret.

Sebastian's heart sank to his stomach. He felt truly embarrassed and dreading what his guests are going to think and say about this. He remembered seeing the faces of his colleagues and how some of them had arrived using helicopters that day because they had tight schedules. He wondered if they would wait or would leave if the ceremony started as late as 2-3 hours from schedule. Thinking about his colleagues arriving with helicopters sparked an idea in his head.

"Wait a minute.. there's a helipad at this estate." he said.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking Iubirea mea?" Y/n asked.

"Yeah. I'll go and ask Madeline if we can use the estate's helicopter. I'm sending Rose and Chad to get the dress." Sebastian said.

"Okay. That's a good idea." she said.

"Stay here okay? I'm going back to the meadow to explain things to the guests and.. maybe.. entertain them. I'll send Allison and the other bridesmaids here to accompany you, okay?" he said.

"Okay. Good luck! I'll see you under the pergola Iubirea mea." she said.

"I'll see you under the pergola, honey. I love you." he smiled.

"I love you too, Iubirea mea." she said.

He then quickly left the Bridal Salon to find Madeline, hoping things will go smoothly and they wouldn't be too late in starting the ceremony.

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Wayward Daughter

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/FIsA8gw by seniaasaysstuff05 Where Alexandra Potter is finally found. Mysteries are unraveled and chaos Insues. Watching the Series, Supernatural x Harry Potter. FEM! Oc x Dean Winchester x Castiel. Chapters will show bits and pieces of all the seasons. But will mainly focus of Alexandra and Dean’s romance. Crossposted from my wattpad @moonromano. Only on Wattpad and Ao3. So if you see this on any other platform, please let me know! Words: 810, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Cain (Supernatural), Gabriel (Supernatural), Jessica Moore (Supernatural), James Potter, John Winchester, Rowena MacLeod, Meg | Demon Possessing Meg Masters, Barty Crouch Jr., Regulus Black, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Harry Potter, Original Supernatural (TV) Character(s), Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Daphne Greengrass, Ginny Weasley, Angelina Johnson, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Oliver Wood, Azazel (Supernatural), Balthazar (Supernatural) Relationships: Dean Winchester/Original Female Character(s), Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester/Reader, Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester, Draco Malfoy/Theodore Nott/Blaise Zabini, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Regulus Black/Barty Crouch Jr., Regulus Black & Sirius Black, Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Ellen Harvelle/Bobby Singer, John Winchester’s A+ parenting - Relationship, Charlie Bradbury/Jo Harvelle, Cain & Dean Winchester, Gabriel & Rowena MacLeod, Gabriel/Rowena MacLeod, Donna Hanscum/Jody Mills Additional Tags: watching the movies, watching the series, Season/Series 01, Reaction, Protective Dean Winchester, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Domestic Fluff, Romance, Established Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Stanford Era (Supernatural), Alive Jessica Moore (Supernatural), Protective Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Parental Ellen Harvelle, Parental Bobby Singer (Supernatural), lily potter is salty asf, Parental Rowena MacLeod, Mark of Cain (Supernatural), Parental Gabriel (Supernatural), Badass Death the Horseman (Supernatural), Fix-It, John Winchester Has Issues, Sam Winchester's Demonic Powers, Original Character(s), Married Ellen Harvelle/Bobby Singer, Angels are Dicks (Supernatural) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/FIsA8gw

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ao3feeddestiel · 4 months

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Wayward Daughter

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/UMj1GS2 by seniaasaysstuff05 Where Alexandra Potter is finally found. Mysteries are unraveled and chaos Insues. Watching the Series, Supernatural x Harry Potter. FEM! Oc x Dean Winchester x Castiel. Chapters will show bits and pieces of all the seasons. But will mainly focus of Alexandra and Dean’s romance. Crossposted from my wattpad @moonromano. Only on Wattpad and Ao3. So if you see this on any other platform, please let me know! Words: 810, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Cain (Supernatural), Gabriel (Supernatural), Jessica Moore (Supernatural), James Potter, John Winchester, Rowena MacLeod, Meg | Demon Possessing Meg Masters, Barty Crouch Jr., Regulus Black, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Harry Potter, Original Supernatural (TV) Character(s), Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Daphne Greengrass, Ginny Weasley, Angelina Johnson, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Oliver Wood, Azazel (Supernatural), Balthazar (Supernatural) Relationships: Dean Winchester/Original Female Character(s), Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester/Reader, Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester, Draco Malfoy/Theodore Nott/Blaise Zabini, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Regulus Black/Barty Crouch Jr., Regulus Black & Sirius Black, Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Ellen Harvelle/Bobby Singer, John Winchester’s A+ parenting - Relationship, Charlie Bradbury/Jo Harvelle, Cain & Dean Winchester, Gabriel & Rowena MacLeod, Gabriel/Rowena MacLeod, Donna Hanscum/Jody Mills Additional Tags: watching the movies, watching the series, Season/Series 01, Reaction, Protective Dean Winchester, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Domestic Fluff, Romance, Established Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Stanford Era (Supernatural), Alive Jessica Moore (Supernatural), Protective Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Parental Ellen Harvelle, Parental Bobby Singer (Supernatural), lily potter is salty asf, Parental Rowena MacLeod, Mark of Cain (Supernatural), Parental Gabriel (Supernatural), Badass Death the Horseman (Supernatural), Fix-It, John Winchester Has Issues, Sam Winchester's Demonic Powers, Original Character(s), Married Ellen Harvelle/Bobby Singer, Angels are Dicks (Supernatural) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/UMj1GS2

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welldonebeca · 6 months

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The Family (2/2)

Summary: When Sam and Jess move back into your home, you can finally sate a craving you’d been hiding since you left her in Stanford to fuck her silly. Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!F!Reader, Alpha!Sam x Omega!F!Reader, Omega!Jessica x Omega!F!Reader, Alpha!Dean x Omega!Jess WC: 1.6k words Warnings: Pregnancy. Lactation kink. Oral sex. Smut. Overstimulation. Teasing. Degrading kink. Praising kink. Frottage. Knotting. Fluff.

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You didn't stop moving your pussy against Jess' as the boys surrounded you, and even followed the camera with your eyes when Dean pulled his phone to take a picture of you two.

"Come on, you," Sam wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you from Jess. "Let's give our girl a minute."

"Oh, look at you," Dean cooed her, moving to caress her face, drying her tears. "Did she overwhelm you, Omega? Did our mean Omega try to fuck you silly?"

Jess whined.

"'eeeeean."

Sam sat you on his lap, and it was your turn to whine, trying to squirm away from his grip.

"Correction, Dean. She succeeded in fucking her silly," he grabbed your hips. "Baby girl, she can't even talk properly."

You pouted and your Alpha laughed.

"I'm not done," you protested.

"See, that's why Omegas can’t fuck each other alone," he told you. "They'd fuck themselves exhausted. Look at her, poor little Jess."

She lay across his lap, and closed her legs shut when Dean moved a hand near her pussy.

"Awn, baby. Was it too much?"

Jess nodded and you pouted.

Well, she wasn't asking you to stop!

"I guess someone's gonna have to give her a bath," Dean sighed, and it was obvious that it was going to be him.

"Hey, Dean," Sam huffed a little.

Your husband turned to him.

"I can take care of my Omega too, Sam," he reminded him. "And you got your hands full of the naughty one while I clean up our overwhelmed baby."

Sam moved his hand to caress your bump, shaking his head as Dean carried Jess away, and made you look at him when you pouted and huffed.

"Why didn't you tell us you were horny, baby?" he moved his hand to your tits, pinching one of your nipples. "Look at you, all messy."

You half-whined and half-huffed.

"You two never let us play together," you pouted. "She is my Omega too. I should be able to fuck her too."

"I know... but you need to rest and focus on the baby," he caressed your belly.

What, just because you were pregnant, it meant you couldn't be horny anymore?

When was that energy when they mated you?

"I wanted to eat her pussy," you whined. "Sammy!"

He put a finger underneath your chin, kissing your lips softly.

"Poor little Omega," he cooed. "Was it a craving, baby?"

You nodded, and he moved his fingers to caress your face.

"You were so tired lately," he spoke softly. "It's important that you rest."

"But I'm not tired anymore!" you protested.

Sam raised his eyebrows, looking at your face.

"You're not, baby?" he scratched your chin. "You're horny now, aren't you? It's why your pussy is leaking all over my jeans."

You pouted, though not fighting anymore, all of your domineering melting away now that Alpha was taking charge.

"Did you make yourself cum when you were using our little Omega, baby girl?" he picked you up, walking to the couch. "Or were you too focused on making her smart brain leak all over our couch?"

You shook your head, and he clicked his tongue.

"Maybe that's what you need," he decided, laying you on the couch. "To get a good knot in your pussy and be fucked silly yourself to settle, uh?"

You spread your legs widely, feeling your thighs already coated with your slick.

"Alpha," you whimpered.

Sam pulled his cock out, tapping onto your pussy with it.

You squirmed, and gasped when he pushed his cock into your pussy, moaning above you.

"So fucking wet, our needy little Omega," he grunted. "Thinking she could fuck our Omega dumb without us."

You moaned, closing your eyes.

There was nothing bigger and more filling than an Alpha's cock.

Sam pulled back and pushed into you again, making your tits bounce a bit.

"You can't stop yourself, little Omega," he grunted. "It's why you need us."

He moved his hand down, rubbing your clit, and you closed your eyes, crying out in pleasure.

"Would have fucked Jess until you were both exhausted if we didn't come back home, wouldn't you?" he shook his head. "Silly horny baby."

You pouted.

"But Sammy," you whined, moaning, closing your eyes.

He rubbed you a little tighter.

"Now I gotta fuck you to exhaustion," he told her. "Maybe that will teach you a lesson, uh?"

You closed your eyes, too horny to answer as you felt your orgasm building up already.

"Cum for me, little Omega," he commanded. "I know you need it."

You cried out, eyes practically crossing as you rode your orgasm, and Sam grunted as he fucked you through it.

"That's right, baby," he coaxed you. "Squeeze around my cock. Feels so fucking good."

Sam's moans grew, and you braced yourself for his knot, but it didn't come.

Instead, your Alpha slowed down, fucking you deep with each thrust, and he leaned down to kiss your lips deeply before kissing his way down your neck and then your chest.

"Did she suck your pretty tits, Omega?" he asked, squeezing your breast. "Is that why she was dripping milk all over herself?"

You whined.

"So messy," he mocked you, pinching your nipple, and you arched your chest to his chest. "And so eager, my little Omega..."

Your tits ached with his teasing, still full.

"Please, Alpha," you begged him.

Sam licked his lips.

"Please what?" he twisted your nipple.

You squirmed.

"Suck my tits?" you whined.

Sam smiled.

"Of course, little baby," he cooed.

He moved to your chest, sucking on your nipple and you both moaned together.

"Missed your delicious milk so much," he squeezed your breast. "And so warm from the source, my Omega."

You cried in pleasure, so close again.

You knew the boys would practically compete for your milk once your daughter was here.

"Sam," you whined. "I'm gonna cum again."

He moved his lips away.

"Cum for me then, baby," he commanded. "Cum with your Alpha sucking your tits."

You did, full breasts squirting some milk as you cried under Sammy.

He sucked your tits as you rode your high in complete bliss, crying as he fucked you with no urgency to stop.

"Sam," you panted.

"Take my cock like a good Omega," he growled. "Just take it, baby, no need to think."

You moaned, throwing your head back.

Fuck, he really was going to fuck you silly, wasn't he?

He fucked and fucked you until you came again, and you cried when he didn't stop.

"Sammy," you protested.

Fuck, it was too much. He was relentless, unstopping.

You were burning, clenching and trembling under him, nipples oversensitive as he sucked them, pussy overwhelmed as he fucked it.

"I can't," you cried. "It's too much, please. Sam!"

But he didn't stop, the big meany he was.

"One more, baby," he coached you, fingers rubbing your clit, and you cried when you felt his touch. "Your Alpha needs to feel you cum as I knot you."

You arched your body to his, needy and overwhelmed at the same time. touch.

"I can't," you cried. "It's too much, Sam, I-"

"You can do it, baby," he pressed harder onto you. "You're such a good Omega, you will never deny me such a sweet thing."

All you could do was moan and cry as he fucked and used you, and your eyes filled with tears as you reached another orgasm, triggering his own at last.

His knot filled you to the point of just making you feel complete, and you finally, finally, felt like you had enough, like you were satiated.

Sam picked you up, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, letting Sam carry you into your bedroom while still locked right inside you.

"There you are," Dean reacted when he opened the door.

You looked back at him and found your husband cuddling Jess, knotting her from behind.

"Is our Omega settled, Sammy?" he asked softly, petting her hair. "Did she learn her lesson"?

Sam looked at you, and you nodded tiredly.

"I've learned my lesson," you pouted.

They chuckled, and you knew they both didn't believe you, but Sam lied you down anyway.

"I thought you said you were just taking a bath?" he asked.

Dean shrugged.

"Well, she couldn't resist me."

"He's so needy," Jess affirmed sleepily, reaching for you and cuddling you from behind. "Just like you."

You flushed.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled.

But she just buried her face into your neck.

"I would tell you if I didn't like it," she squeezed you. "Now we sleep. I don't plan on walking for at least twelve hours."

Sam chuckled behind you.

"You two really do deserve one another," he caressed your back. "Good thing you have us to balance your energy."

You pouted.

It would be much easier for them to bend than for you to do so, you knew that.

You held Jess' hand, kissing it, and closed your eyes, relaxing and ready to fall asleep.

You were startled awaken, however, when you felt something new and strange.

"Wait," you gasped. "I think she just kicked!"

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winchesterfanatic1967 · 3 years

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Picking Up The Pieces Masterlist

The reader has been on her own since she’s been eighteen after her parents kicked her out. She faces many struggles until Dean Winchester comes into her life. He is determined to help her get back on her feet. (Fluff, Angsty, Smut, 18+)

Part 1- Struggles

Part 2- Getting into the swing of things

Part 3- Mini vacation

Part 4- Spilled feelings

Part 5- Opening up

Part 6- Taking things slow

Part 7- Back to normal life

Part 8- Christmas

Part 9- New Years Eve

Part 10- Birth control

Part 11- Valentine’s Day disaster

Part 12- Fake news

Part 13- Sudden death

Part 14- Funerals and more bad news

Part 15- Hospital visit

Part 16- 22nd birthday

Part 17- Infertility

Part 18- Halloween

Part 19- One Year

Part 20- Endings

Thanksgiving- Before you and Dean became a couple, he was just your best friend and roommate. He brings you to his house to introduce you to his family for the first time.

Series Complete!

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smellingofpoetry · 2 years

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Wicked game

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester x Jessica Moore

Warnings: smut, sex, group sex, oral (fem rec), p in v, unprotected sex, filming sex, sharing, dirty talk

Rating: 18+

Words count: 138

A/N: Hi there! Usually, I don't write smut because I feel like I'm not capable of writing it. Recently, though, I've started to challenge myself. This one, even if short, is way out of my comfort zone. So, I wasn't sure if I should have published it because I'm a little embarrassed about it. In the end, I decided to do it, both to get rid of the embarrassment and to have feedback on what I'm writing otherwise, I'll never know if I'm doing right or wrong. So, please, let me know what you guys think about it. It means a lot to me.

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He slowly walked around the bed, phone in hand, recording the scene in front of him.

In the middle of the bed was lying a naked Sam with Jess straddling his face. Her hips were swaying back and forth - head titled back, tits spilling out of her lace bra.

And then, there was his girl.

Y/N was bouncing on his baby brother's cock. She arched her back, and Jess didn't waste any time latching her lips around Y/N's nipple.

Dean slowly stroked at his hard cock; his eyes glued to the scene he was recording.

"Dean…"

He heard Y/N moan his name, and he couldn't stop himself from groaning.

"What is it, baby?"

"Need to cum..."

She whimpered, looking at her boyfriend with pleading eyes. Dean came closer, kissing her roughly.

"Go ahead, cum on Sammy's cock."

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Mated : Forgotten.

Pairings : Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader (onesided), Alpha!Sam x Omega!Jessica Moore, Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader.

Word count : 6,071

Written for : @spnabobingo

Square : College Au

Warning : Angst ahead! a/b/o dynamics, one sided attraction, best friends to strangers, hurt, depression, feelings of abandonment/being forgotten, mating, struggling with school, canon death, reunion, more people getting hurt emotionally, Sam isn't handling things well.

Prompt that inspired this fic : “When I told you your shirt was inside out I didn’t expect you to take it off right in front of me” - Sent by @sorenmarie87

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You were sitting on Sam’s bed flipping through one of his philosophy books as you waited for him to be ready to go. Since his class ran later than yours, it left you waiting on him while he headed off to the showers. When he finally returned, you glanced up from the book and chuckled, eyes going back down to barely look at the words on the page before you flipped to the next one.

“What?”

“Your shirt’s inside out.” you smiled to yourself. You glance up to see him roll his eyes at you before he reaches down and pulls his shirt up and over his head. The smile on your lips fades. Sam is built. You’ve always known he was built to some degree, the muscles in his arms under a t-shirt were no secret. He was an Alpha, he was strong, and god damn, he was built. His stomach flat and hard, muscles showing definition that had you swallowing. Sam was.. You let out a shaky breath before tearing your eyes away. “I uh. I forgot I had to do something.” You scrambled up from his bed, tossing his book aside.

“What? What do you mean-”

“I’ll be like 10 minutes, max, okay. I’ll meet you there.”

“Y/N?” he called after you.

“I’ll meet you there!” You hurried from his room, praying he hadn’t smelt it, that you got out of there quick enough. You needed to get away from him, needed to calm down. You’ve known Sam since you started at Stanford. Your room was just down the hall from his. You partied together, you hung out together. Sometimes he helped you study. But in all that time, you’d never had this reaction to him before. Then again, you’d never seen him take off his shirt before.

You hurried into your room, slamming the door behind you just as someone scented the air and turned towards you. Leaning on the door, you closed your eyes and took deep calming breaths. You couldn’t let him smell you like this. You couldn’t let him know just how he affected you. He was your best friend, nothing more. You weren’t even attracted to him in that way.

Were you?

It took some time to calm yourself down, then you had to hit a shower to scrub at your skin in a desperate attempt to get rid of the ‘horny Omega’ smell that you felt like you couldn’t shake. Then it was get dressed and rush out to meet Sam. You were a little later than you’d said, but you knew Sam wouldn’t mind too much.

You rushed to the restaurant near campus that you two often frequented together. As you approached, you looked through the window, smiling at first, as Sam was sitting at your favorite table, but he wasn’t alone. Your smile fell fast as you watched the blonde smile at him as they spoke. She tucked her hair behind her ear, looking down as Sam smiled back at her, and you swallowed down pain.

Why did it hurt to see him like this? He was your best friend, you wanted him happy, hell, you’d been his wingman a time or two while drinking, but right here, right now.. It hurt.

Tearing your eyes away, you turned your back to the restaurant. You didn’t know what to do. Did you go in there and interrupt whatever discussion they were having? If you did, would you suddenly become a third wheel? It looked like they were having a good time, maybe he’d invite her to eat with the two of you. Or did you leave, walk away, let him have his moment and pretend you either were never there, or that you are happy for him?

Why did this have to hit now? Why the sudden shift?

Squeezing your eyes shut tight, you tried to picture Sam as he’d been just a few hours ago. Your dorky bff who liked to tease you like you were his little sister. The guy you’d annoy to no end just because you could, because it was fun, because you knew that somewhere he had an older brother and admit it or not, Sam missed him.

But you couldn’t. Picturing him brought back the image of him pulling off his shirt as if it was nothing, because it should have been nothing. Hell, it probably still was to him.

You turned, looking back over your shoulder at the window once more. She was talking to him, and he was looking around outside. He glanced over his shoulder and you whipped around, back to him once again, half hoping he wouldn’t spot you. Praying he hadn’t. You steeled your nerves, glanced back and you knew, he had. He was looking right at you with a confused look on his face.

Taking a deep breath, you turned and headed inside.

“Sorry I’m late.” you mumbled as you got to the table, not making a move to sit anywhere.

“You okay?” He looked worried.

“Fine.” you gave him a forced smile. He didn’t look like he was buying it.

“I’ll leave you two to your dinner.” The blonde gave you a small smile as she got up from her seat. Sam’s eyes went from you, to her, and he looked like he was about to stop her, and that only hurt you more. If he did, you’d excuse yourself and head back to the dorms. “Looks like you two could use some privacy. It was nice meeting you, Sam.”

“Yeah.. you too..” he watched her leave and go to another table, then he was looking at you again, waiting for you to sit, to say something, but you seemed to just stand there awkwardly. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” He motioned to the seat across from him that she just vacated and you sat awkwardly, hands in your lap like you were going to bolt at any moment. “Nothing’s wrong, Sam.” you lied.

He studied you for a moment. “Then why’d you bolt?”

“Told you, I forgot to do something. I’m sorry I’m late, okay, it took longer than expected.”

“You forgot to shower?” Your eyes shot up to meet his with mild fear in them. How’d he know that's what you did? Did he smell just how turned on you’d been before you ran out? “I can smell it. You used so much body wash, too much.” he scrunched up his nose as if it offended him. “What happened?”

“Nothing.” you reiterated, trying to sound annoyed at his prying. You grabbed a menu as if you didn’t already know the damn thing by heart and pretended to look it over, using it as a barrier between the two of you.

“Why were you just standing outside? Why didn’t you come in?”

“Because you looked like you were having a nice time with blondie, so I considered just going back to the dorms. Are we ordering? Or would you rather I leave so you can get back to that? I don’t mind getting food to go.”

“Y/N-”

“I’ll go.” you stood, ready to leave, but Sam grabbed your wrist to stop you. “What?” you snapped. “And don’t ask me what’s wrong again, I’m fine, so just drop it.”

“Sit.” When you didn’t move, Sam sighed. “Please sit. Come on, it’s our night. I wouldn’t bail on our night for anything. You’re my best friend.” Sam gave you a half smile and you rolled your eyes at him.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” you muttered, dropping back into your seat and Sam smiled. Sam Winchester and his smile were going to be the death of you.

A week later you’re practically skipping up the hall to Sam’s room. Figuring he’s showering, as usual, you barely knock before entering. You freeze, however, when you see a familiar blonde sitting on Sam’s bed. “Oh, uh, sorry, I wasn’t aware someone was in here.”

“It’s fine.” she smiled, waving it off. “Sam went to shower, he should be back any minute.”

“Yeah..” you nod, but stand awkwardly in the middle of the room. It doesn’t take long though, for Sam to walk in. He’s wearing jeans and a button down shirt that he’s still buttoning up, and that makes a smile cross your lips as you cock an eyebrow. “Little over dressed there, Sam.” you tease, and he looks up, freezing in his task. You see something you wish you hadn’t seen. Confusion and then guilt. He forgot.

“Uh-” he looks from you, to the girl on his bed, then back at you.

“Let me guess, you’re bailing.” He opens his mouth, but you cut him off. “It’s fine.”

“I’m sorry.” you can hear her apologetic voice behind you. “I didn’t know you guys had plans.. Sam must have forgotten..”

“Yeah, it’s easy to forget something that happens on the same day every single week for two years.” You gave Sam a tight smile. You weren’t going to hide the hurt this time. “But it’s fine. It’s not like you had any way to let me know at any point today, right?” With that, you started for the door.

“I’ll make it up to you.” He promised.

“Yeah, I know.” you glanced back at him. “You kids go have fun.” You gave them a smile before headed out and hurrying to your room. Once the door shut behind you, you felt the sting of tears. So much for not bailing on your night for anything.

“Are you mad at me?” Sam stood in your room a few days later while you worked at your desk, your back to him.

“Why would I be mad at you?” you answered, without looking back at him.

“You won’t even look at me.”

“I’m studying.”

Sam sighed, licking his lips before going to sit on your bed. “And usually you let me help you.”

“Usually you let me know if plans change.” you counter, still not looking back at him.

“So you are mad.”

“Not mad, no. Hurt.” this time you do turn. “You said you wouldn’t bail on me for anything, and literally the next week, you bail on me without a word like I don’t mean shit, Sam.”

“I just forgot-”

“Forgot that we had plans? Or forgot to tell me? Because I call bullshit on both.” Sam opened his mouth to respond but you didn’t let him. “Here’s the thing, Sam. Either you asked her, knowing you had plans, or she asked you and you said yes knowing you had plans.” Sam sighed, looking down at the floor. “As for forgetting to tell me, I’m three doors down. You know my schedule, you could have knocked any time. You have my cell number, you could have called or text me.”

“I just forgot, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah.” you turned back to your books. You want to be mad at him, you want to tell him to fuck off just so he realizes just how bad he hurt you, but another part of you, a part of you that realized just how much Sam Winchester means to you, wants him to come over, hug you and tell you that no one else matters to him as much as you do. “You sorry for not talking to me for three days on top of that?” you ask casually. “Must have been a hell of a date to forget that everyone else exists.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry for that too.” He’s quiet for a moment, watching you work. “Are we still on for this week?”

“Depends.”

“On?”

“On if you have plans.” you look over your shoulder at him. “Because apparently my standing appointment is subject to changes without prior notice.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Don’t get all fine print on me.”

“Then don’t add fine print. If we have plans, and they change, have the balls to tell me.”

“I will. I promise. And I’m sorry.”

“Mhm.” you turn back to your books. “Blondie sticking around?”

“Jess.” he answers and you can hear the smile. “Her name is Jess, and maybe. I mean, it went good.”

“If blondie hurts you, I’ll kill her.” It’s the best friend thing to say, right? But it’s also the truth. The idea of her being around makes your chest ache. But if she hurt him, if she hurt the single most important person in your life, you’d kill her.

Sam laughed. “Yeah, yeah. And I’ll kill any guy who hurts you.”

“Guess I won’t need to be saving up any money for bail. There is no one.” No one but you, you idiot, and you already hurt me, you think to yourself.

“There will be.” Sam smiles behind you. “You’re a catch. Only an idiot wouldn’t see it and jump at the opportunity.” You scoff at that. “What? It’s true! You’re smart, and beautiful. You care about other people, you’re loyal-”

“To a fault.”

“It’s a good thing.”

“Tell that to my constantly breaking heart.” you mutter.

His smile is gone. “Either someone hurt you, or you are mad.”

Rolling your eyes, you toss a book back at him that he easily catches. “Either help me study or get out.”

That week had been just you and Sam and you were thankful. There was no mention of blondie, just dinner, drinks and a movie, like old times. Smiling and laughing with your best friend. You wondered if maybe it had been a one time deal. As much as you wanted him to be happy no matter what, he was your best friend after all, a part of you was happy at the idea of her being out of the picture again. Now that you knew how you felt about Sam, you could gauge if he felt the same.

So that was your plan for this week. Figure out if Sam could feel the same.

You were smiling as you headed to your usual restaurant, but you were confused to not see Sam at your usual table at the window. The only time he sat somewhere else was if it was occupied, but it sat empty. Maybe you were early.

Opening the door, you smiled at the waitress before scanning the room. The smile fell fast when you spotted him. He wasn’t sitting at the usual table because he was in a booth along the wall and across from him, blondie.

Slowly, you made your way over. “What’s going on? Did you forget me again?”

Sam smiles up at you and chuckles. “No. I thought maybe we could all hang out this week. You and Jess could get to know each other.” You glanced over at her across from him, and she smiled. “Is that okay?”

“A heads up would have been nice.” you answered. Where were you even supposed to sit, next to her? Hell no. And sitting next to Sam while he’d be looking at her like that felt just as weird.

“Come, sit.” Sam scooted over in the bench, giving you room. With a sigh, you sat. “Jess is in the nursing program.” Sam praised, smiling over at her.

“How lovely.” you answered, grabbing for a menu as Sam continued to talk her up. He was telling you everything about her, her shy smile on him as she chimed in a few times to add or correct something. But he just kept smiling at her, talking about her..

You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t sit here.

Getting up, you headed for the counter. Stopping the waitress there to give her your order and tell her it was to go. A moment later, Sam came over. “What’s going on?”

“Being the third wheel is not on my list of things to do today, Sam. Why am I even here?”

“You’re not the third wheel. You guys are getting to know each other-”

“I’ve been here for ten minutes, and you haven’t said a single thing about me.” you looked over at him, and you knew he could see the pain he caused you again. “It’s all about blondie.”

“Jess.” he corrected.

You roll your eyes and turn back to the counter. “Next time you want to have a date on friend night, just fucking tell me.”

“That’s not what I want-”

“It’s what it feels like. It feels like I’m nothing more than an afterthought. You said you’d kill anyone who hurt me, right?” you look at him again. “You’re hurting me, Sam. You want to date blondie, date her. But don’t turn our time into date time. It’s bullshit, it’s unfair and you know it. I had a shit week, okay? A long shitty week, and all I wanted was to relax with my best friend. Instead, I get to unknowingly sit in on date night.”

“I’m sorry. I guess I didn’t think it through..”

“No, you didn’t. You should have at least told me.”

“Come back. Please? We’ll go for drinks after, and-”

Your order was placed on the counter and you smiled at the waitress as you handed over a few bills. “No, I think I’m just going to head back to the dorms.” you picked up your order and turned to him, a glance going over to Jess as she watched you and Sam. “Enjoy your date, Sam. Call me whenever you’re free to hang out again.” and with that, you left.

Once outside, you turned back and looked into the restaurant windows. You could see him crossing the restaurant, his eyes on you and a look on his face that furrowed his brows and turned down his lips. But then his attention was off of you as he disappeared out of sight and towards the table she was waiting in.

Your relationship with Sam from then on, was strained. Bullshit conversation starters were sent via text, or online messaging. A ‘hey, how are you doing’ but not much beyond that.

It hurt.

You barely saw him. More often than not, when you did, it was in passing. Walking past him in the hall, or out on campus. A lot of the time he was with her, or on his way out, likely going to see her. You were barely even an afterthought these days.

Your mood only plummeted further as the weeks turned to months.

Then one day, coming back from class, you get to the top of the stairs for your floor and you see him, box in hand, and you freeze. “You’re moving.”

That’s when he seems to notice you’re there, his eyes coming up to meet yours and he smiles sheepishly. “Hey! Yeah. Uh- me and jess.. We got a place off campus.”

“Moving a little fast there, don’t you think, Sam.” you try to keep it light and teasing, try to hide some of the pain. But then you notice something. He’s different, his scent, it’s off. Your brow furrows as you lean in and scent at him. “It’s changed..”

“Yeah, about that..” He shifts the weight of the box. “We mated.”

You feel your heart shattering all over again. He mated her? She’s only been around a few months and he mated her?

“The new place, it’s not that far, so we can still hang-”

“We don’t hang out as it is, Sam, so I doubt it.” you shrug and start away.

“Y/N?”

“Have a nice life, Sam.” you hurry into your room and slam the door just as the tears start to fall. You’re sitting on your bed, head in your hands when the door bursts open and Sam’s storming in. “Get out.”

Ignoring you, he drops his box on your desk. “What the hell is wrong?”

“Get out.”

“Why do you hate me?”

“I don’t hate you.” you sigh, still not looking up. You can’t, you can’t look at him.

“Either you hate me, or you hate her, and you don’t even know her, you refused to get to know her. I thought we were friends!”

“Best friends.” you snap. “At least I thought we were.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean? I’ve been there for you, I’ve always been there for you.” You laugh at that, giving your head a shake. “What do you mean, no? Up until you started hating me for being happy-”

“I don’t hate you, you fucking idiot. I love you!” you snapped, glaring at him.

“What?”

“I love you. How could you not see it? I’m not mad because you found your mate, Sam. I don’t hate her for being with you. I’m hurt. I’m hurt because while you found your whole world, I lost mine to her.” Sam just started at you. “I stopped being a part of your world and that hurt more than anything. I don’t hear from you, Sam. I get a half hearted text once in a while, and that’s it. You were my person, you were the person I talked to every single day, and suddenly I don’t have that. Every time I accept it, you pop up, and you give me false hope just to vanish again. Three fucking doors down, and not once did you stop by.”

Sam looks down, looks ashamed. Like he’s finally realizing just how long it’s been since he’s seen you face to face, spoken directly to you.

“All I wanted was some of your time. It didn’t have to be every single week, Sam. I just wanted my best friend and I lost him. You have no idea what that’s done to me.”

Hearing you sniffle, Sam looks up, watches the tears streaming down your cheeks. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah. Me too.” you wipe at your cheeks and turn away from him, ending this conversation, ending this whole encounter. You want him to hold you, to tell you everything will be okay again, but you don't expect him to. You aren’t that close anymore and haven’t been for a while now. So you hope he’ll leave.

You hear him move to the desk, hear his box shift across the papers there, but he doesn’t leave, not right away. “You’re failing..” Turning, you see him looking at one of your last tests, his eyes scanning the page and then looking up at you with a confused look. “How are you failing?”

You shrug. “Don’t exactly have my study buddy anymore, do I?”

“You could have called, I-”

“I did.” you give him a sad, heartbroken smile. “I did call, a week before I had to take that. You were busy. You said you’d call back and you didn’t.”

“Shit.. I must have forgot..”

“Yeah.” You stand there watching him, he's looking at all the other papers on your desk. Papers and tests all graded and showing the steady decline in your work. “You should go, Sam. Blondie’s probably waiting for you. Wouldn’t want to upset your mate.”

“She’d understand if I’m a little late, she-”

“My heat’s due.” his eyes shoot up to meet yours. “Please leave before you make it worse. It’s been bad enough as it is the last few months.”

Sam’s eyes slide over you before he nods, putting down the papers and picking up his box. He quietly stands there for a minute, like he’s trying to figure out what to say, trying to find some way to make it right. But there isn’t. With a pain filled sigh, Sam slowly makes his way out of the room.

Tears stream down your face as you hurry to close the door behind him. Your body shaking with sobs as you lean against the door and cry out your heartache for what feels like the millionth time.

It’s been a month since he moved in with Jess, a month since he’s seen you. You blocked him online, you didn’t answer his texts when he tried to reach out. It made him realize how you felt all those months.

After the encounter, he’d been upset. He told Jess a quick version, leaving out a few details, basically just told her how he’d forgotten to maintain the relationship he’d had with you in his excitement of meeting her, and it left you feeling alone and depressed. Jess told him to make it right, make it up to you, but he couldn’t, could he. Not really, you loved him, and he was in love with someone else.

But then he remembered what you’d said. You just wanted his time, just wanted to be in his life.

“Jess?” he called out, before getting up and going to find her in the kitchen.

“Yeah?”

“Would you mind if every other Saturday I spent with Y/N? Just me and her?” Jess turned and looked at him. “You guys were right, I neglected her and I need to make it up to her. I hate that she’s not talking to me. It hurts, and I know it’s not even close to how bad I hurt her.”

Jess smiled at him. “No, I don’t mind at all. You should go tell her.”

“I will.” Sam smiled before leaning in to kiss her. “I love you.”

“Love you, too.” she smiled back. As Sam was leaving, she called out “Let her know she can come over any time, and there’s an open diner invitation. I’d really like to properly meet her one day.”

“Will do.” Sam called back before the apartment door closed behind him.

It didn’t take too long for Sam to be hurrying up the stairs in his old dorm building. A smile spread over his face, excited to see you. He’d missed you and he couldn’t wait to surprise you. He hoped that the gesture would be enough to start bridging the gap he’d put between you. He didn’t expect for things to be like they had been, he wasn’t sure it could ever be that again, but he hoped that he could have you back in his life.

He barely knocked on the door before opening it, but once inside, his smile fell. It was empty. The bed stripped bare, the desk empty. No more belongings, no more decorations, it was like no one had ever moved in. It was the right room, he knew it was. He moved around the room, looking for some hint, some clue, but other than a layer of dust, nothing.

“Oh, Hey, Sam.”

Sam turned and found John, the RA. “Where is she?”

John shrugged. “Went home, I think. Said she needed a break from school. She was really struggling.”

“When?”

“About three weeks ago?”

Three weeks? You’ve been gone for three weeks and he hadn’t noticed? Sam dropped onto the bed as his mind raced. You left without a word. But then again, he’d done the same thing, right? Moving out of his dorm without ever once mentioning it to you. It was chance that you’d come up the stairs just as he was about to go down them. It was chance that you’d found out. If you hadn’t would he have ever even mentioned it? Or would he forget that like he’d forgotten everything else.

“I really fucked up.” he muttered to himself. “Hey, John? She leave an address or number or anything?”

John shook his head. “Nope. Just let me know she was going. Figured you knew, being her best friend and all.”

“No.. No, I didn't. We haven’t talked much lately..” Sam mumbled. “Thanks, John.” Sam stood, and started out of the room.

“Take it easy, Sam.” John clapped him on the back as he headed past.

“Yeah.. you too..”

There was an ache in chest as he slowly made his way back home. An ache he knew Jess saw as soon as he was in the door. “Sam?”

“She’s gone.. She left, she went back home.. I can’t fix it, Jess. I lost my best friend for good.”

Sam dropped into one of the kitchen chairs as Jess came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her head leaning on the back of his. He pulled out his phone and tried one last time. One last time to reach you and then he’d leave you alone.

<< I’m sorry. I’m sorry I hurt you so bad you had to leave. Please, just let me know you’re okay.

Heading back home to the midwest had been the best thing you could have done for yourself. You blocked Sam on everything, ignored texts and calls. After about three weeks they stopped and you were finally able to heal, finally able to forget all the pain Sam put you through.

You had contact with a few people you’d known in a few classes. Thankfully none of them mentioned Sam to you.

Not until they told you about the fire. About Jess.

You found yourself back in Palo Alto, dressed in black and standing with people you barely knew for a girl you never bothered to get to know. She might have been nothing to you, but she’d been everything to Sam. Your heart broke for him. Losing a mate was the hardest thing anyone could go through.

Glancing around, you were surprised he wasn’t there. You expected him to be here, to be with her family as they grieved the loss of their daughter, but he was nowhere to be seen. You looked forward again, watching as people took roses and gently placed them on her coffin. You decided to do the same.

Taking one in your hand, you slowly made your way closer, stepping up just as the person before you stepped away. “I’m sorry.” you whispered quietly. “You didn’t deserve this. I’m sorry, Jess.” Placing the rose with the others, you quietly walked away.

You were sitting in the bar you had frequented in your time at college. Lifting a drink to your lips, you paused about half way before you set it down and pulled out your phone. Licking your lips, you opened a text chain you had long ago ignored. You hoped he hadn’t changed numbers.

<< I’m sorry for your loss, Sam.

Closing your phone, you put it down and picked up your drink again, downing the last of it before motioning for the bartender to bring you another.

It was about twenty minutes later when you heard a surprised voice behind you. “Y/N?” You turned, and there he was, in a dark suit all funeral ready, and so much pain etched into his face. If you didn’t know better, you’d have thought he’d actually gone to the funeral. Maybe he said his goodbyes alone after everyone else left. “What are you doing here?”

“Heard about the fire. I might not have been friends with her, Sam, but she was everything to you. I came to pay my respects to your mate.”

Sam gave you a half smile at that. “You really would have liked her if you’d have given her a chance. I had hoped you two would be friends too.. Eventually.”

“Maybe we would have. But I was too hurt to try.”

“I know.. I know, I’m sorry. I tried to make things right, I showed up at your dorm but.. You were already gone. I think that’s when I fully realized just how bad I ruined our friendship.” he gave you a sad smile. “Jess had wanted you to come over for dinner.”

“I really am sorry, Sam.”

“I’m just glad you’re here.” The look he gave you, you knew he needed a hug. You turned in your seat and opened your arms for him. Sam happily moved in for the hug, holding you tight against him as if he was afraid you’d leave again. “I’m really happy you’re here.”

“You needed me. How could I stay away.”

When you both pulled away, you cupped his cheek for a moment, and he smiled sadly at you. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.”

“Hey, Sammy!”

You turned to the newcomer who stepped up to you and Sam. Sam glanced back at him, and opened his mouth to say something when you spoke first. “Hey, Dean.” That stunned Sam.

“Hey, princess. What are you doing out here?”

“How do you know my brother?” Sam asked, a confused look on his face as he looked from Dean to you.

“That’s your brother?” Sam nodded, and you glanced to Dean, who smirked with a wink. “I didn’t know he was your brother.. Uh- Couple weeks after I left school, Dean was in town. Helped me through a bad heat.” you shrugged. “We talk, I hear from him every few days at least. Meet up when he’s close by. I didn’t know you were coming here.”

“Been here since the fire. I’m the one who pulled Sammy out of the house.”

You looked to Sam. “You were inside.. You saw-” You swallowed at the look on Sam’s face. “Uh- drinks on me tonight.” you turned to the bartender as he handed you your drink. “Make it three.”

“So.” Dean sat in the stool next to you. “The guy you mentioned who loved someone else-”

“Your brother.” You gave Dean a sad smile with a nod. “Yeah.”

Dean turned and looked at his brother. “Is it bad that I’m glad he did?” he teased with a smile. “I got to enjoy the sweet little Omega he let slip away.” Dean licked his lips with a smirk.

“Fuck you, Dean.” Sam snapped, taking up the seat on your other side with a scowl.

As the bartender put the drinks in front of you, you sighed. “Keep ‘em coming.”

“Will do.” he nodded and wandered off.

“So, princess. How long are you in town for?” Dean lifted his drink to his lips.

“Not sure yet, why?”

“Ruts due next week. Was thinking of heading your way for it anyways.” he smiled. Sam growled next to you. “She ain’t yours, Sammy.”

“She ain’t fucking yours, either.” Sam growled before downing his entire glass. “Why her, Dean? Of all the fucking people you’ve fucked, why her?”

You answered before Dean could. “Because I deserve a bit of happiness too, Sam.” The anger he’d been showing melting away to guilt. “I’m sorry it’s your brother, but I have fun when I’m with him. There’s no bullshit, no heartache. I know where I stand.” Sam licked his lips before looking down into his empty glass, and that’s when you turned to Dean. “I’ll stay as long as you need me to if you’re sticking around. If not, we can meet up in the usual place. Just let me know.”

Dean leaned in and kissed your cheek. Sam stood and stormed his way outside, Dean watching him go. “He’s not taking this well.”

“But now he knows what it feels like.” you muttered, lifting your glass. “Feeling like you’ve been replaced and forgotten. Did you meet her?”

“Once.” Dean answered. “She was nice enough.”

“Was he happy?”

“Yeah, he was happy. Was about to interview for the law school.” you glanced over to Dean. “He didn’t go. He’s taking the fire bad, this.. you and me? Just making things harder for him.”

“If he wants to be in my life, he’s going to have to get used to the idea that you’re a part of it now.” you gave Dean a soft smile. “Just like I had to accept that she became his.”

“Where are you staying tonight?”

You chuckled at that, ducking your head down a touch. “I don’t think tonight is such a good idea, Dean.” you looked up again, but glanced to the door Sam had stormed out of. “But I’ll be there for your rut if you want.”

“Oh, I want.” Dean grinned, but then sighed. “I guess I better go after him, huh.”

“Yeah, probably.”

“I’ll call you later.” this time when Dean leaned in, his lips brushed against yours. “See you around, princess. And don’t worry about him. He’ll come around eventually.”

“Yeah.. I hope so.”

Dean downed the rest of his drink before heading out after his brother. You watched him go and sighed softly to yourself. A part of you felt bad. You never expected to get over Sam using his own brother. But at the same time, Dean was so different from Sam. He’d been exactly what you needed. In fact, despite everything today had thrown at you, you found yourself smiling as you looked forward to helping Dean through a rut.

“Can’t seem to shake the Winchesters..”

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Simple Man

Dean Winchester x Reader

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Summary: It was never what he thought he would have. But now Dean doesn’t want to let go.

Notes: I was going to wait and make this a Thanksgiving special, but I thought today would be more fitting. I can’t believe Supernatural ends tonight! This show has been a part of my life for a while now and it will forever stay in my heart. I had a really really good time writing this one. It might be one of my favorites I’ve written for Dean, if not my top pick. I hope you guys enjoy it and look forward to seeing more. Carry on.

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(P.S. thank you to my beta reader @suckmysupernatural. Love you!)

Oh, take your time, don’t live to fast

Troubles will come and they will pass

He had slept through an alarm he didn’t remember setting. It wasn’t until he heard the creaking of the door that he stirred, reaching under his pillow for his knife. But it wasn’t there. Dean panicked as footsteps crept towards him. They were nothing more than a small pitter-patter on the wood floor, but he still prepared himself for the attack. The small creature leapt on top of him and he rolled over so he was pinning it beneath him. It giggled. It giggled?

“Daddy, Mom said she needs you in the kitchen.”

Dean leaned over to the night stand and turned on the lamp. A little green eyed girl squirmed out from underneath him and skipped out of the room.

“The hell…” Dean muttered. He opened the dresser and sure enough, his clothes sat in the drawers. He put on a T-shirt and slowly walked out of the room. The smell of bacon and coffee coaxed him to the kitchen. He couldn’t believe what he saw.

You were standing over the stove, trying to save the bacon from burning. Dean was just frozen in the doorway. Finally spotting him, you made your way over to him, which was difficult with the little boy clinging to your leg.

“Thank God you’re up. I need you to finish making breakfast.” You lifted the boy into your arms. “Eric’s got a fever and Ellie is going to wake up any second needing to be fed.” You gently laid a hand on Eric’s forehead. “I’ll call the doctor as soon as I get him to lay down. But you know how impossible that is.”

“But I’m not tired.” Eric whined.

“I know, sweetie, but you don’t want to get sicker, do you?” He pouted his lip and shook his head. “Alright, so I need you to go back to bed.” You looked back at Dean. “Can you just finish the bacon? I’ll be back to make their toast.”

Before Dean could speak, you rushed up the stairs. As if on queue, a baby started to cry from somewhere upstairs. Dean just stood in shock. What the hell was going on?

As if by second nature, he walked around the kitchen, grabbing a paper towel to let the bacon drain off the grease. It felt almost natural. He somehow knew where everything was, even though he had never been here. Or had he? His brain was fuzzy with thoughts he couldn't remember. He saw images flash in his mind. Sam graduating from Stanford. His parents celebrating their 30th wedding anniversary. You… in a wedding dress.

“Johanna Charlotte Winchester you better be ready for school or your dad’s going to come and get you!” You yelled, coming back into the kitchen, this time a wailing baby in your arms. It wasn’t until now that Dean noticed you were wearing a sheriff’s uniform. You snatched up a piece of bacon and popped it in your mouth. “Thank you.”

You bounced the baby in your arms, trying to calm her down, but she wasn’t having it. The green eyed little girl from early came bounding into the room with her backpack over one shoulder. Ellie continued to bawl.

“Can you hold her? She always stops crying when you hold her.” You handed the squirming child to him and he tried not to panic. You noticed your husband’s awkwardness. “Rough morning?” You snickered. “Here, I’ll make you some coffee.”

As the child in his arms slowly stopped her crying, more memories flooded Dean’s head. You telling him you were pregnant for the first time. Going to the emergency room for the birth of his son. Watching Johanna hold her new baby sister. They all felt like dreams, but then how was this all real?

“I’m feeling a little... off this morning.” He admitted, watching you carefully as if he were waiting for horns to sprout from your forehead. Your face fell.

“Oh god, please don’t tell me you’re sick too.” You put your hand on his forehead. “You’re picking everyone up from the airport today.”

“Everyone?” Dean’s brows furrowed curiously.

“I would go get them, but I’m at the station until five.” You sighed, moving your hand down to caress his cheek. “Besides, you’ve been dying to see your brother since the Fourth of July.”

“Uncle Sam!” Jo exclaimed excitedly.

“Sammy’s coming?” Dean asked. Finally, something familiar. Your face contorted with confusion.

“Of course he’s coming. Jessica and the kids are too. They always help prepare for tomorrow and since your parents will still be out on their cruise, we’ll need all the help we can get.”

“Tomorrow...” He spotted the calendar on the wall, but you answered first.

“Thanksgiving.” You stated. Your confusion changed to concern. “Are you sure you’re okay? Do you want me to stay home?” Jo raised her hand.

“Can I stay home too?”

“Sweetheart, it’s just one more half-day of school before break and then you’ll get to play with your cousins for the rest of the week.” Seeing you start to get stressed, Dean put a hand on your shoulder.

“You go to work. I’m fine.” He assured you. “I’ll hold down the fort and I’ll pick up Sam at- what time again?”

“3:00.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek and smiled. “I know you worked extra last week so you could have the garage closed for Thanksgiving, but I think the fumes might have gone to your head.” You grabbed the keys off the counter. “Oh, and I’ll be taking Baby to work since you’ll need the van to fit everyone.” His look of displeasure made you laugh. “I know, I know, but you’ll have to suck it up for today unless you think the four-year-old can babysit.”

You kiss Ellie on the forehead before giving Dean a quick, but passionate kiss on the lips. You held out your hand for your daughter to take.

“Alright, partner, let’s go.”

The two of you leave and Dean looks down at the baby in his arms. Was this really happening?

Boy don’t you worry, you’ll find yourself

Follow your heart and nothing else

If he was trapped by a djinn, he would have remembered fighting it. This was something else. The more time he spent in the house, the more this world felt real and his hunting life felt like dreams. Maybe… maybe this was real.

He remembered everything now. He had met you in a bar on New Years Eve. You hit it off talking about cars and classic rock. He proposed about two years later outside that same bar during the first snow of the season. You always said the first snow was the best one. You got married and a couple months later found out you were pregnant with Jo. Johanna Charlotte Winchester was born on April 3, 2007. She was seven. Three years later, Eric Samuel was born on November 29th. He was four. Lastly, Ellen Sandra was born six months ago tomorrow on May 27, 2014.

Sammy had a family of his own. He married Jessica right out of law school and the two had two boys; Josh, 8, and Michael, 6. Their families stayed close, even though Sam was in California and Dean in Kansas. They were happy.

If this wasn’t real, how could he remember all that?

3:00 rolled around and Eric’s fever had gone down. He called you to make sure it would be okay to take him along to the airport. You told him that as long as he was feeling okay, it should be fine. The doctor said it sounded like the heat in his room was too high. Dean buckled Eric into his carseat and Ellie in her carrier. While Johanna almost looked like a mini-girl version of him, Eric looked like you. His eyes were yours, along with his hair color and his nose. Ellie looked like a fair mix of both.

Jessica was the first one to greet him since Sam was busy carrying the boys’ bags. He hugged her tight and couldn’t stop beaming.

“It’s so good to see you guys.” He smiled and she gave him a sunny grin in return.

“I know Sam’s been eager to see you and the family for a long time. Of course, I’m only here for the food.” She teased and he pulled her into another hug.

“I can’t believe this.” Dean sighed happily. Sam and Jessica. Him and you. One big happy family.

“Do I get a hug, or are just going to hog my wife?” Sam snarked, setting down the bags as Dean nearly tackled him. Sam laughed, struggling to breathe in his brother’s crushing hug. “I missed you too, Dean.”

“Uncle Sam!” Eric cheered, clinging to Sam’s leg.

“Hey buddy.” Sam smiled, lifting his nephew into his arms. Jessica peaked into the baby carrier Dean had set on the bench.

“Look at how big she’s gotten.” She awed. Ellie was asleep, so she spoke quietly. Jess frowned, finally noticing the two brown haired boys fighting over one of their comics. “Josh, stop pushing your brother.” She scolded.

“He took my comic!” The older of the two retorted. Jessica just gave him a stern look and he surrendered.

“Michael, give it back when you’re done reading.” Sam ruffled his youngest son’s hair. Dean knelt down.

“So are you two tough guys too cool to give your uncle a hug, or what?” He pulled his nephews into a warm embrace. “Are you both taller? You’re taller than the last time I saw you.” Dean pat Josh on the back. “You’re gonna be taller than your dad before you know it.”

“You know, you’d see them more if you flew out to California.” Jessica noted. Dean’s eyes widened. She laughed. “I know, I know, you have a thing about flying.”

“I want to go to California!” Eric exclaimed.

“One of these days, we can go on a roadtrip in Baby to Uncle Sam and Aunt Jessica’s, how does that sound?” Dean promised. Eric nodded, excitedly wriggling in Sam’s arms.

Everyone loaded up into the van, Sam sliding into the passenger seat. Dean had to laugh. This was just so crazy. Here they were, driving in a van packed full of children. Their children. He thought of all of the times Sam sat beside him in the impala, the two weary from a hunt. It felt like a different lifetime. Like a different world. It felt less real.

You’ll find a woman and you’ll find love

And don’t forget son, there is someone up above

Four children ran around the backyard, jumping in leaf piles and chasing each other with sticks. Jo seemed to rule the yard, keeping her older cousin at bay with her stubborn persistence. Dean smiled proudly.

“She’s quite the pistol.” Jessica noted with a laugh, jutting her head towards Johanna. She was sitting beside you, bouncing her baby niece in her arms.

“I wonder where she gets that from.” You gave your husband a smirk. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“I love you so much.” He whispered. The tone in his voice made you glance up at him. He was watching you with intensity in his eyes. So much love and yet… there was pain there.

“I love you too.” You laced your fingers with his, your concern evident in your voice. “Dean, are you okay? You’ve been acting a little weird all day.” You spoke quietly so you wouldn’t worry your brother-in-law. Your husband gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

“I’m fine, really. I’m just…” Dean felt an overwhelming wave of emotion and choked back tears. “Really happy.” He lifted your chin up, bringing your lips to his. Everything was perfect, right down to the way your lips fit perfectly against his. He knew, without a doubt, that this was real.

Soon it was time to put the kids to bed. Sam’s boys slept on the pull-out couch in the basement. Eric was exhausted from a day of excitement, as well as his baby sister. Dean was charged with the task of putting a rambunctious Johanna to bed.

“I want to stay up and drink beer like a big kid.” She pouted, making the adults in the room chuckle. Dean crouched down and picked her up.

“Alright, here’s the deal. I promise that when you’re a big kid like me and your mom, then you can stay up and have a drink with us. But until then, you’re gonna be my little deputy right?” He tapped the golden plastic badge that she never took off. Jo grinned from ear to ear and nodded. Humming a Bob Segar tune, he took her upstairs to her room and tucked her into bed.

When he came back down stairs, his brother and the two women were smirking at him.

“What?” You and Jessica exchanged a look and burst out laughing. “Come on, what?”

“That girl has you wrapped around her finger, Dean.” Jessica snickered. You took a sip of your beer.

“Oh, he’s like that with Ellie, too. He dotes on them like you wouldn’t believe. One little pout from Johanna and he melts.” You couldn’t help but beam at your husband. You loved the way he was with the kids.

“I got her in bed, didn’t I?” Dean huffed, taking his seat beside you and resting a hand on your knee. Sam shook his head.

“It’s all in the looks, brother. You may think you’ve one this round, but I saw the look in Jo’s eyes.” Sam gave his brother a sure nod. “She knows where she stands.”

“At least I’ve got Eric,” You sighed teasingly. “He’s a mama's boy, through and through.”

You curled up beside Dean, comfortable in his warmth. He kissed the top of your head.

The hours passed with plenty of laughter and love. Soon, it was getting close to 11:00 and you wanted to get plenty of rest for the busy day tomorrow. Everyone would be helping prepare the massive Thanksgiving meal that the Winchesters made every year. Sam and Jessica said goodnight and headed to the guest room while you and Dean made your way upstairs.

You reached your rooms and Dean’s hands found your waist, his lips trailing up your shoulder to your neck. You leaned back into his embrace, bringing your hand up to tangle your fingers in his golden-brown hair. His hands started to wander and you sighed mournfully.

“Baby, we both have to be up in the morning.” You groaned, breaking away from him. When you turned around, he was pouting, his green eyes big and sad. So that’s where Johanna got it. He was just so impossible to resist, but if you didn’t go to bed now, you’d be exhausted before dinner even started. You draped your arms around his neck. “I’ll tell you what; how about we get a good night’s sleep tonight…” you pulled him close and whispered into his ear, “and I’ll give you something to be really thankful for tomorrow.”

Dean’s eyes widened and his smirk spread into a smile.

“Mrs. Winchester, we have a deal.” He loved the way that sounded coming from his lips. Mrs. Winchester.

You gave him a long and passionate goodnight kiss before changing into your pajamas and climbing into bed.

It must have been around 12:30 when the baby started crying. The baby monitor was on your nightstand, so you were awakened by the sound first. Dean moved to get up, but you stopped him.

“I’ll get her.” You sleepily shuffled out of the bedroom. Reaching the hall, you muttered something that your half-asleep husband only half comprehended. Something about the electricity acting up again.

The crying continued and you didn’t return. Dean yawned, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes and got out of bed. He slowly made his way down the hallway to the nursery. The door was ajar and the lamp had been turned on. You must have gone downstairs to get her a bottle.

Dean picked up his crying daughter, rocking her soothingly in his arms. She wailed and wailed until she heard his voice.

“Alright, sweetheart. It’s alright. Daddy’s got you.” He hushed. After a moment of rocking and soft whispers, Ellie started to settle down. As soon as her cries reduced to the occasional sniff, Dean set her back in her cradle. “That’s it. You’re going to be just fine. I’m not gonna let anything hurt you.”

Smiling down at his beautiful baby girl, Dean felt something on the back of his neck. When he touched it, his hand came away red. He froze, and as if his body went into auto pilot, he turned around. At first he couldn’t scream. He just stared.

Your mouth gaped at him, your eyes filled with terror and pain as the blood spread out from your stomach. Ellie started to cry again.

“No!” Dean screamed. That’s when the fire started.

And that’s when he woke up.

And be a simple kind of man

Oh, be something you love and understand

Dean sat straight up, sweat soaking through his t-shirt, his scream still on his lips. The cool air of the bunker made him shiver. He couldn’t breathe. He heaved and coughed as if the smoke really filled his lungs. A sudden hand on his shoulder made him jump out of the bed and flatten himself against the wall, holding out his fists to fight.

“Dean?” You rose slowly, walking towards him cautiously. “It’s okay. It was just a dream. You’re okay.”

He just stared at you, taking in every feature. You watched his eyes fill with tears and his chin tremble as he tried to speak. Nothing came out, just a strangled sounding cry. Dean fell to his knees and you rushed to hold him. Whatever it was, it wasn’t just a nightmare.

Dean wrapped his arms around your middle and leaned his head against your stomach as you soothingly ran your fingers through his hair. He didn’t make any sound as he cried, but the tears fell endlessly down his face. He was shaking in your arms.

“Dean, honey, what’s wrong? You’re scaring me.” You whispered. This wasn’t the first time that he’d woken suddenly from a dream, but it had never been like this.

You told him that you were pregnant today. He seemed happy. Shocked, but happy. But now? Whatever was going through his head was breaking him. You sunk down in front of him so you could hold him fully, letting him cry into your shoulder.

“I’m sorry.” He finally choked out. “I’m sorry that this is all I can give you. I’m sorry that we don’t have a big house full of kids. That Sam has lost any chance at happiness. That we can never have a normal life.” You pushed back.

“Baby, what are you talking about?”

“I’m sorry that this baby is going to grow up haunted and broken… just like me.” His voice cracked. You put a hand on his cheek.

“Dean…” You pressed your forehead against his, feeling your own tears start to fall. “This baby is going to be loved and wanted and cherished, just like you.” You kissed him gently, reminding him of your adoration of this hero of a man.

Dean held you closer, letting your words sink into his heart. He wanted to believe it. He wanted more than anything to believe it. Even in his beautiful dream, you ended up burned and bloody. Even in his dream, he was broken.

But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try. He would try like hell to give you a life as close to perfect as he could manage. Maybe that meant hunting together until you went down guns blazing. Maybe that meant settling down, someday, somewhere. He would try.

Baby be a simple kind of man

Oh, won’t you do this for me, son, if you can

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The Pact - Part 9

Sam Winchester x Crowley's!Daughter Reader

Gothic AU

A/N: This is the penultimate chapter of The Pact The song referenced as their "first dance" is Kissing You by Des'ree

Also a HUGE thank you to my bestie @kazosa, if it wasn’t for her, this story wouldn’t exist. She’s helped me with this from the very beginning, so this is just as much her story, as it is mine.

WC: 7.7K

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Crowley’s Daughter!Reader

Other Characters: John Winchester, Crowley, Rowena, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Pamela Barnes, Jessica Moore (deceased)

Standing in front of the Ballroom doors, you, Sam and Dean all shared a look of apprehension. Dean would go through first, then, you and Sam would be announced. Though you were the daughter of The Demon King, Crowley, you had never been allowed to attend any sort of large gathering, much less a celebration of such opulence. The house of the King of Hell was not a joyous place. When he did “entertain” it wasn’t something you had wanted to attend at all. It was dark and demonic, mostly attended by his black-eyed minions and their blood-soaked victims. What King Winchester had put together here was like nothing you had ever seen; the ornate decorations, a collection of musicians playing beautiful music and an array of guests dressed in their best suits and gowns.

Your wedding to Samuel was so small and intimate, and while it wasn’t something either of you wanted then, at least it wasn’t in the vicious halls of Crowley’s home. This would be your first big occasion as the Lady of the House and it left you feeling unsure if you could actually handle it. Upon entering the Grand Ballroom, you began to feel the weight of it all. Being the wife of Lord Samuel Winchester changed the game completely. Being his wife meant, putting on a public face, waving to the people of Lawrence, and whether you wanted to or not, act as though you were pure and chaste. That’s what the people wanted for the heir to the throne. A Queen that could see them, appreciate them, and acknowledge them with love and grace.

As the guards each pulled open one of the heavy wooden doors, Dean mumbled under his breath. “Here goes nothing, kids.” He put on his best forced smile, pulled uncomfortably at the collar of his ornate shirt and sauntered into the room, hand up high in a wave, and the people of Lawrence cheered for their hometown hero. King John’s booming voice welcomed his eldest son back home, then turned his attention to you and Sam. Even from the distance between you, you could see the King nearly choke on your name as he announced his youngest son’s entrance.

“People of Lawrence, please join me in welcoming and celebrating my son, Samuel, and his wife, Y/N. The new Lord and Lady Winchester!”

Most of the townspeople clapped and smiled as you hooked your arm through Sam’s and made a slow and purposeful entrance through the ballroom. Both of you smiling wide, and waving at those who had come to celebrate your marriage. You had a moment where you thought it was actually good Crowley had hid you away for so long, none of them seemed to know who you were exactly. If they had, you doubted the welcome would be so warm.

Samuel led you through the room, and up to where the King stood, with Dean now at his side. Sam bowed to his father, and you performed a long, low curtsy as was tradition. The King, albeit it not genuine, gave his nod of approval, and Samuel took your hand to help you rise back to standing. He then moved you to his side, and took his place next to his father.

“Let the celebration begin!” John told the crowd, and the musicians took their cue.

As the music began to fill the Great Hall, the people in attendance took the opportunity to pair off and enjoy it with dancing. The longer you stood by your new family and watched them, you tried to imagine what it had been like for Sam and Dean to grow up in such a place. It was such a stark contrast to what you had been used to; everything was, from the moment you stepped foot into Lawrence. Despite all that was on the line, and all the back door deals that happened to get you to where you were, you found yourself in awe of it all.

John took a step down from the platform, and turned to face his sons. “I’m beyond grateful to have both of you here tonight. Our Kingdom has endured so much pain and darkness, it is truly wonderful to have a reason to celebrate. Dean, even though your return is to be short, seeing you back home…” John paused and appeared to swallow down the emotion that rose in his throat. “I am proud of you, son.” When he turned to Sam, his whole demeanor changed. “Samuel, I know this choice was not an easy one for you. Losing Jessica not that long ago, and still agreeing to do what was best for our family, I am indebted to you.”

You could feel Samuel stiffen beside you, but he held strong to the appearance he had to maintain, and gave a quick nod and smile towards his father. “Of course, whatever is best for Lawrence and the Winchesters.”

“Boys, please, go and enjoy the party. Dean, I made sure to have Harvelle’s bring your favorite ale. Samuel, why not take your bride out for a spin on the dance floor.” He paused, momentarily forgetting about Sam’s hip and cane, “if it's not too painful, that is.”

“I think I’ll manage,” Sam replied curtly. He turned to you, with his cavernous dimples showing and held out his hand for yours. “Shall we, My Lady?”

“Why yes, my Lord. I would love to.”

As Sam led you onto the dance floor, you could feel the King’s eyes peering into the back of your skull. ‘Good,’ you thought, ‘I hope you are burning with anger over how much your son ended up adoring me.’ However, the moment he slipped one arm around your waist, and sheathed his cane to his belt, picking up your other hand in his, your thoughts of John Winchester ceased. Sam pulled you a little closer and slowly circled you around the dance floor, and all you could think of was him and how you loved his big, strong arms wrapped around you.

“If I didn’t say it already, you look beautiful tonight,” he said, his gaze gently falling upon your face. “Despite everything, seeing you in that gown makes this entire evening worth it.”

“Well, it was gifted to me from your house’s seamstress when I first arrived. I’m just glad to have an occasion to wear it.”

“Even if it is this sham of a party thrown by my father?”

“Even if…” you replied and smiled softly. “Samuel, what I said before… about how I feel and what’s going on inside me–”

“Stop, Y/N. I’m half afraid you’re going to tell me you regret saying it all.”

“That’s the thing, I don’t regret it whatsoever. I just—I’m sorry I blurted it out that way.”

“At least we know the potion works,” he teased with a wink. “Speaking of, how long before spilling the beans did you ingest it?”

“Not terribly long. I added it to the tea you brought me as soon as your father left our chambers.”

Sam grimaced. “That wasn't a great idea, what if it had been poison?!”

“But it wasn’t, My Lord. I am here and perfectly fine, as is your son,” you said, the last few words barely audible.

Sam pursed his lips together in disapproval, and pulled you a little closer. “I’ve said it before, I was against this from the beginning. But something’s happened between us, and now, the thought of losing you… not one I want to consider.”

“I swear, husband, by the moon and the stars in the sky, I will not place myself in danger like that again. For you, and our son, I will be safe and smart.”

Sam’s smile grew, and warmed you inside with so much emotion, you had a moment where you questioned if you had been the one to take the love potion. It felt impossible to feel so much love for someone you had just met, but you did. There was more love in your heart for Lord Samuel Winchester than you could fathom.

You demurely cleared your throat. “However, as far as the potion goes, I couldn’t say if it was time, or if it was because I saw you that prompted me to speak so honestly. It wasn’t until I touched your hand that I was urged to do so.”

Sam considered this for a quick moment. “Hmm, so maybe it is triggered by something else.”

“Could be. My instincts tell me that it was because I was with the one I love most. Keeping anything from you in that moment would have been impossible.”

Before Sam could speak, he was being tapped on the shoulder. He turned you both around to face Dean standing there, his hands clasped behind his back and an uncomfortable, forced smile on his face.

“I hate to interrupt the happy couple, but I need to borrow Sam for a few minutes, My Lady.”

“Right now, Dean?”

“Sorry little brother, duty calls.”

“Would you excuse me?” Sam looked at you and asked.

“Of course, My Lord. I’ll be fine. Besides, maybe you’ll have your opportunity…” you replied and looked down towards his pocket where he had the potion stashed.

Dean flashed you a quick smile then looked up to Sam and nodded towards his father. When he turned to walk back through the crowded dance floor, Sam unsheathed his cane and offered you a sad smile. “I’m sorry about this, but I do hope you’re right. Just pray this works to our advantage.” He left a soft kiss on your cheek, and turned to follow his brother through the party guests.

When Sam caught up to Dean, he found John, along with the family’s good friend, Pastor Jim, each holding a pewter stein of ale. They were talking quietly in the shadows of the ballroom. Sam quietly furrowed his brow as he greeted them both, then looked to Dean who he could tell was just as curious to what was so important.

“Sorry to call you boys away from the party,” John started, “but Jim here has come with some very disturbing news.” John nodded to Jim for him to continue with the details.

“It’s good to see you back home, Dean. When do you return to the front?” Jim asked nervously, clearly wanting a bit of small talk before he spoke his own truths.

“Very soon. Tonight, most likely. C’mon Jim, what happened. If you came all the way up from your Parish to the big house, it’s gotta be something important.”

Jim sighed. “Two nights ago a man walked into the vestibule of the Church and killed himself. Missouri was there keeping a vigil for the boys fighting the war in Purgatory and saw it happen. She said that the man slit his own throat, but didn’t fall to his death until black smoke released from his body and out through the door. Guys, we haven’t had a demon possession in Lawrence in… well, a long time.” Jim’s gaze came to rest on John. “I thought… I thought there was an accord with the Demon King.”

“There is,” John rasped, then cleared his throat, then took a long swig of ale. “But really can’t put much past Crowley, can you?”

Sam and Dean exchanged an uneasy look. Before Dean could inquire any further Sam spoke up, his voice vibrating with indignity. “Crowley agreed to send his demons to help fight Eve. That’s the deal you made, or so you said. IF I married Y/N.”

The three other men stood quietly; but while Sam and Dean bore daggers into their father, Pastor Jim cast his gaze to the floor.

“Boys… the negotiations with Crowley were a must. I know you don’t agree, but what’s done is done. The point is these demons are still possessing our people. It needs to end. Dean, I think you need to leave now. Get back as soon as possible and see if his minions are really there.”

“On it,” Dean said without hesitation. It was clear to Sam that his brother was anxious to get out of there for a multitude of reasons, but with this latest development it was now necessary.

“I’ll leave with you, Dean. I want to get back into the town. Don’t like leaving Missouri alone in that church, even if she can handle herself. Sam,” Jim said, turning his attention to the youngest Winchester, “I’m sorry for the circumstances of your marriage, but I do hope it is one that grows in love.” Jim raised his cup and downed the last of his drink, before leaving it on the small table at John’s side.

“Already is,” Sam said genuinely, but his narrowed gaze at John held strong. What he had said to Jim was the truth. He was falling in love with Y/N, he had been feeling it all day long. After making love the night before, he felt it as he lay beside her in their bed. It was different than how he loved Jessica, but it was still love; a feeling he had resigned himself to never feeling again when he had stood over Jessica’s grave. Yet, he felt it, and no way he would let it go again. He was going to get the damned truth no matter what.

After shaking Pastor Jim’s hand and giving his brother a strong hug goodbye, Sam stepped back and watched John place his own cup of ale on the table before giving Dean a proper send off. Jim had begun walking towards the ballroom doors, and when he was sure the coast was clear, Sam swiftly took the vial from his pocket and drained it into John’s cup. He resumed his stance with cane in hand just as John turned back around to face him.

“How could you,” John nearly snarled. “Spilling our business in front of someone who is NOT family.”

Sam snorted a laugh. “Seriously? You’re pissed I told Jim about the circumstances behind the wedding? People are being possessed, and your biggest worry is how Jim will look at you? What the hell has happened to you?”

“Son, until you are King, you have NO idea of the responsibilities that weigh on my shoulders to this Kingdom!”

“Sure Dad, keep telling yourself that.” Sam wanted to lean into him so hard, but he refrained. Inside, he mustered up all his will power and smiled. “I’m sorry, you’re right. I apologize. I am doing what I can to hold up our end, so hopefully Dean will get some answers about why the demons are still showing up here.”

That seemed to relax John a bit, and as he reached for his cup of ale, Sam’s breath hitched in his chest. He watched nervously as John finished his drink and sighed. When there was no sign he detected malfeasance with his ale, Sam released his held breath slowly and smiled to himself in great satisfaction.

You watched as Sam followed Dean through the crowd and suddenly felt incredibly lonely. You didn’t know another soul at the party other than Sam and Dean, and you barely had spent any time with him. Unsure of what to do, you turned to head towards the table to sit down, and before you could take a step, Bobby walked into your line of sight.

“My Lady,” he grunted, “have a second to chat?”

“Of course, Maester. Shall we go somewhere less crowded?”

“No, right here is fine.” He seemed to reluctantly offer his hands to dance with you.

Giving him a slight curtsy, you took his hands and kept a good amount of distance between you. His gaze felt accusatory and it made you suddenly uncomfortable in his presence.

“What would you care to chat about?”

“Any inklings on telling me what happened with Pamela today?”

“If you wanted to know, why did you take leave? You could have stayed.”

“Thought it best to give you your privacy.”

“So, what’s changed?”

“Happened to be heading into the party and saw you giving Sam something that looked like a whole bunch of trouble,” he said with an inquisitive expression. “Those boys are like my own sons…”

“I know, and they love you like a father. Since their own father can be quite… cold.” You looked across the room and could see Sam talking with John and Dean, along with another man you didn’t know.

“You, of all people, wanna talk about cold-hearted fathers?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Touché.”

“So, what did happen?” he asked again, like an old dog with a meaty bone.

You considered telling Bobby, but the urge to speak truth wasn’t there like it was with Sam. Did that mean the potion wore off? Did it only reveal true feelings to the one who held your heart? As these questions, along with others plagued your mind, your gaze wandered back to Sam and wondered if he would be upset if Bobby knew. But as you watched Sam, you were distracted by what he was doing. You could see him slip the vial from his pocket and could only assume he got it into John’s drink. Whatever happened was blocked by his body, as his back was to you.

“Y/N?” Bobby asked, and gave your hand a slight squeeze. “You with me?”

“Huh? Oh, sorry, I got lost in thought for a moment.”

“Alright, but, I need to know if what you handed him is something that’s gonna come back and bite him in the ass.”

“I mean no disrespect, Maester, but–”

Before you could finish your thought, the music came to an abrupt stop as John took front and center on the platform again.

John climbed the platform and looked over the sea of faces before him. He had been here many times, addressing other nobles, and even at times, the people of Lawrence. Not once had he ever felt nervous or ill-at-ease, until now. It was the part of the celebration he was least looking forward to, having to dote on Sam and Y/N. Announcing their union so publicly was not something he cared to do, even though the people there had no idea she was the daughter of The King of Hell; not to mention a witch in her own right. If he was able to announce Samuel had married such a pure soul as Jessica, it would be different.

The memory of Sam cradling Jessica’s lifeless body felt heavy upon his mind. He knew it was stalling him from talking, and the faces looking back at him were getting restless. Forcefully pushing her blood stained dress from his internal vision, he forced a smile onto his bearded face and focused in on the task at hand.

“People of Lawrence! I thank you all for coming here tonight to join us in celebrating both of my sons. Unfortunately, Dean had to leave and return to Purgatory. He is bound and determined to lead the Winchester army against Eve to protect not only our precious lands, but also, our lives. That doesn’t mean we cannot continue on with the party, in fact, Dean insisted!” He chuckled in a way that looked sincere, but those who knew him well, knew he was not sincere in the least.

A small rumble of applause came from the crowd. That’s when he saw Sam from his peripheral vision, walking across the flood towards his new bride. John was distracted for a moment by the seemingly genuine smile on his youngest son’s face as the two of them locked eyes, then hands. Something wretched turned in his gut, and the vision of Jessica once again plagued him. His insistence to push the sight of her didn’t work this time. He could feel a chill around him, as if Jessica’s ghost was attached to his side.

John cleared his throat. “It's been a long fight for our home, first in the Angel Wars, and now in Purgatory. Rest assured that my sons and I will not rest until she has been defeated, shoved back in the hole she climbed out of and then sealed away forever!”

A larger round of applause and admiration filled the ballroom with his last pronouncement. Again looking across the room and seeing the smiling faces of his guests, he knew that he now had to allow them to reveal in the joke of a marriage he duped his son into. His gut turned again, but he pushed through the sickness that lived there.

“However, tonight we are here for a very special occasion. My son, Lord Samuel Winchester, has taken a wife…” the crowd applauded and turned their attention towards the happy couple, backing up and giving them a wide berth on the dance floor. “Lady Y/N Winchester, we are so pleased to have you join our family, and I know you will not only make my son very happy, but one day stand before the people of Lawrence, as their Queen helping to keep with the traditions and loyalty that has led this Kingdom for generations!”

John thought he may vomit at his own words as the bile in his stomach quickly rose to the surface. Luckily, he pushed it back and again cleared his throat. He was almost through with the worst of it, then he could disappear into the wings of the castle and not see the witch dancing with his son. He had been wary of her since the moment she stepped foot inside the castle. Knowing the warding would keep a lot of her potential magic at bay, he couldn’t help but notice that Samuel wasn’t limping with the depths that he had been before her arrival. John didn’t know what spell she had casted on her son, but he was sure that she had done… something.

“Though the wedding was a small, private affair, I would be thrilled if Samuel and his bride could now take the dance floor, and have their first dance as husband and wife.”

John looked to the band of musicians to his right, giving them a nod. He had prompted them earlier with his gesture that they were to play an enchanting first song for the couple to dance to. Just one more thing on the list of things he hated doing.

As much as he wanted to look away, he couldn’t take his eyes off his son as he took his new wife into his arms, and began to move her so aptly across the floor. Other than the music, there wasn’t a sound in the room; the entire party was enchanted by the way they were looking at each other. John was amazed at the amount of love he saw flickering in his son’s eyes as they gazed upon Y/N. It was then that the guilt he carried began to rise forth in him as an uncontrollable force. He suddenly felt the overwhelming desire to unburden himself to Sam; tell him every awful thing he’s done that led to this union. A union he believed to be completely disgusting, but entirely necessary.

‘Could Sam really be falling for her,’ John thought as his hand absently ran over his neatly trimmed beard.

Sam was holding her close. John could see them speaking to each other in hushed voices, and the smile that lay across his son’s face would have made any other father glow with pride. It was a smile of purity; one that only a man who was deeply smitten with which he gazed upon, could have. How far Sam had come in a few short weeks since the wedding, which caused John’s suspicions of the witch to grow in leaps and bounds. No way Sam would or could fall for this woman so quickly, there had to be black magic involved somehow.

As the music began to swell, he watched as Sam leaned in and kissed his bride, and the onlookers basked in their obvious love. ‘This is real,’ John said to himself, and began to slowly shake his head. ‘No, I won’t believe that. It's her magic. A potion, or a spell, maybe a hex bag. But Samuel would never fall for a woman like that, especially not the daughter of the man that took his Jessica. Whatever’s happened, is because of me. This is all my fault.’’

Oblivious to all the people around him, he felt his feet propelling him forward and approaching the happy couple as they continued to dance their first dance. It wasn’t until he was standing right beside them, and had placed his hand on Samuel’s shoulder, did he realize what he was about to do.

“Son,” John said in a voice barely above a whisper. “I’m so, so sorry… this… this is all my fault.”

Sam and Y/N exchanged a curious look, and when Sam finally looked at his father’s face, he was taken aback by the tears welling in his eyes.

“Dad?”

John tried to find the right place to start, but he stumbled on the words. “This shouldn’t be happening… years ago I made a mistake…” he paused, lowered his head and released a heavy sigh. “If it wasn’t for that deal I made with Crowley years ago… I would never have arranged this marriage with his daughter. I had no choice…”

“Dad,” Sam released Y/N from his arms, and took a step closer to his father. “Maybe we should go somewhere private and–”

“No! I… I have to say this now. I had a son… after your mother passed. He was a mistake, unplanned…” John gripped Sam’s shoulder tight, his face pleading with his son to try and understand, “I was so afraid of how the people would look at me if they knew. I made a deal with Crowley.”

“You did what?!” Sam replied in a low rumble, shaking his shoulder free of his father’s grasp.

John nodded slowly and let his mind wander back to that day

Deep in the MacLeod Castle—

“About time Crowley, you should think twice about making me wait.”

“Please, John, you came to me. You’ll wait as long as I make you. Now, what pleasure do I owe this little visit?”

“Our war needs to end if we both want to defeat Eve. She’s draining both of our defenses and I cannot see either of us lasting if we don’t do something.”

“True, and we can come to some sort of terms with that, IF you have something of worth to offer.”

“I learned of a situation recently… It appears some years back I created a son out of wedlock, Adam. His mother has pains to hide him away, but I fear that if the people of my Kingdom learn of his existence, they will not keep me as their King. Take my son born out of wedlock, and I will no longer send my armies to smite your demons, and you keep them from coming into Lawrence to possess my people.”

“Oh, John… it will take far more than your bastard son to make that deal happen. Let’s say… Adam… your soul–in ten years of course–and a favor to be named later.”

“Fine, Crowley… if I even live that long.”

Whispers in the crowd began to grow louder, pulling John back from his long ago memory that he just shared with the entirety of the ballroom. He looked around and came to understand that those close by had heard everything he said. It was making its way through the crowd, and the happy, smiling faces faded; replaced by ones twisted in confusion and disgust.

“How could you?” Sam snarled in a hushed tone. “I don’t even know where to start with this.”

“Son, please, hear me out. I–I never meant for this to come back to hurt you! You’re the best part of me and your mother, you don’t deserve this witch for a wife!”

The crowd audibly gasped at this bit of knowledge, and their murmurs grew to the point where they could no longer be ignored. Sam looked around nervously, and then noticed how stiff and uneasy his wife had grown. Her face went pale and her hand instinctively went to her belly. Before anyone could speak, or move to leave, the walls and floors of the room began to quake with a low rumble. Without warning, the room began to fill with a red, swirling smoke, obscuring everyone’s view of the ongoing scene playing out before them.

The red mist quickly cleared to reveal Crowley, The King of Hell himself, standing mere steps away from John, Sam and Y/N.

The partygoers all backed up quickly, scared and shocked by his presence. Crowley noticed their reaction and smiled. “Guess I know how to make an entrance,” he said with a jovial lilt.

“What the Hell are you doing here?” Y/N asked through gritted teeth.

“Darling daughter, did you ever think I’d let you go without keeping an eye on you? Papa is always watching. I am a bit upset that my invitation to this grand affair didn’t arrive. Must have gotten lost in the post.”

“You weren’t invited,” Sam interjected. “In fact, I think you should leave, now!”

“Now, why would I do that? Am I not entitled to see my only child enjoy her wedding celebration?”

Sam stood tall, and took a step in front of Y/N, shielding her from her father. “Leave, Crowley! Now!”

“Please, save the theatrics for your bed chamber, Samuel. I suspect you’ll need them there to fulfill your end of the bargain.” Crowley offered him a sly grin, and then turned to John. “He does know the deal, right Sire? Your soul stays intact for ten more years, and Sam here helps my precious puddin’ to produce a child.”

The rumbles from the guests were now clear as day–

“Witch…”

“Traitor…”

“Murderer… bet she’s the one who killed…”

“Demon!”

Crowley was taking great delight in the scene he was causing; but more so he relished in the morbid look of disgust on his daughter’s face. She was a rebellious little brat, and he would take any chance he could to destroy whatever bit of happiness she had in her life. He wanted to be able to look deeply into her eyes, and see the regret she had there for not following closer in his footsteps. The girl had far too much of her mother in her for Crowley’s liking, even after his and Rowena’s influence had dictated her life.

“I think it's time for you to leave, Crowley,” John spoke up and moved to stand between his son and the King of Hell. “Our business does not need to be spread like vicious gossip.”

Crowley couldn’t help but laugh. “I was watching you before I came in, John, I think you split that tea all on your own. Certainly didn’t need my help to stick that foot in your mouth.” Crowley picked a piece of linen off his perfectly tailored suit then looked around at the crowd of people who had been slowly backing away from him.

“Just look at the peasant’s faces, you can see for yourself… All I did was have impeccable timing for my entrance.”

You stood and watched as your father and John went back and forth, shooting little jabs and quips at each other, while the mumbles of the guests behind you were beginning to make you more than a little uneasy. Yes, the point of the potion was to get the truth from John, but revealing you as a witch, and even worse, Crowley’s daughter, wasn’t part of the plan. Sam was doing his best to protect you, keeping you out of Crowley’s line of sight, but he couldn’t stop the danger that was growing from behind you.

More exasperated and indignant comments from behind you began to rise, and all you wanted to do was turn and run away; but your feet wouldn’t allow you to. Frozen in fear, you stood your ground behind Samuel, silently praying to whatever God was listening that you were really asleep in your chambers, and this was all a horrific dream.

John and Crowley’s argument grew louder, and as Sam stepped between them, you felt a presence come up from behind you. You nearly screamed at their touch, but once you heard the old gruff voice of the Maester, you relaxed a bit.

“Come with me, My Lady. This isn’t a safe place for you right now.”

Bobby took your hand roughly, and kept you close as he tried to usher you discreetly through the ballroom.

“No, Bobby, I can’t! I can’t leave Sam alone in this!”

“Hush, woman!” he replied in a rough whisper. “Sam can hold his own, but you? This crowd can turn mob real quick. Crowley can disappear at a thought. Can you? Didn’t think so. Trust me, okay? Let’s go.”

As Bobby pulled you away from the scene unfolding, you turned to look back at Sam. You saw him pull the blade that hid away inside his cane; the same one he once put to your throat.

Crowley laughed. “A simple blade? C’mon, Moose! I thought you were smarter than that.”

“It was created from an angel blade. C’mon, Crowley, I thought you knew everything,” Sam replied, and though you couldn’t see his face, you knew he was unflinching in his expression.

Bobby shoved you gently forward, “Go, woman!” he chided in a whisper. “This is gonna get real ugly, real fast!”

Without another thought, Saw thrust his blade forward towards Crowley, but the Demon King reacted too quickly and disappeared from the room. Sam groaned in frustration, but didn’t lower his blade as he turned to face his father.

“So much for the warding!” he growled at John.

“Son, please…”

“Please, what?! YOU did this to our family!” Sam roared at his father.

“I never meant for my mistakes to cause you any pain. I did what I thought was best for the Kingdom.”

“No, as usual, you did what you thought was best for you!” His anger was growing more than it ever had towards John, to a point where he didn’t know if he would be able to control his rage. But somehow, he was able to stop himself from plunging the sword into his father’s heart. Sam capped his blade within his cane and turned to find his wife. Instead, she was gone, and all he was left with were the glaring faces of the party guests.

“Witchcraft!”

“Lord Winchester has been compromised!”

“The Winchesters are taking up with demons and witches!”

“Infiltrated by demons!”

“Please!” Sam said, raising his hands high in the air, to try and get the people’s attention. “Please, let me sort all this out! There is no danger, Crowley is gone, and I will deal with my father’s choices.”

His words did little to calm them; in fact, they seemed to grow louder and more aggressive. Sam felt a panic start to rise in his chest as he scanned their faces as he continued to search for Y/N. He could hear John behind him, ignoring the slurs and comments, trying to plead his case, but Sam didn’t care what he had to say. All he cared about at that moment was making sure his wife and his unborn son were safe.

Beyond the crowd, he could see the doors to the ballroom open slowly, and felt a hint of relief when Bobby’s face appeared in the sliver of light. The Maester motioned for Sam to come his way, but he wasn’t sure if the people that stood between them would actually allow him through.

Without a word and an obvious determination, he started towards the doors. Those that were staring him down, promptly moved aside as the young Lord Winchester made his way through with a fierceness they had never seen before. The other guests barely noticed him, as their untrusting gazes were firmly set upon their King. Sam never once looked back to see how his father was reacting to it all, his focus was solely on getting out of the crowded room and locating his family.

Sam didn’t realize how stifling and hot the ballroom was until he felt the cool air of the corridor hit his face. He drew in a deep breath of air and looked around for Bobby.

“Sam!” Bobby called out in a rough whisper from around the far corner, prompting Sam to move in that direction. Once they were together, there was a quiet exchange between them that acknowledged just how dangerous things had gotten.

“I know…” Sam sighed and hung his head to his chest. “Where is she?”

“In the apothecary. It was the only place I could think for her to hide til I can get you both out of here.” Bobby began to head for the stairs that would lead down towards his hideaway, with Sam closely in tow. “I don’t know what the hell happened there, but I get a feeling it ain’t good.”

When Sam didn’t respond, Bobby hesitated and turned to look at him. The expression on his face made Bobby certain that disaster was imminent. Shaking his head, he continued walking until they reached the archway to the apothecary, and passed through.

A thought crossed Sam’s mind that caused him to grab Bobby’s elbow to stop moving.

“Did you know?” he asked quietly, his expression clear with worry that Bobby had known.

“No,” Bobby lowered his head and slowly shook it back and forth. “I knew he had some shady dealings in the past, but you know our King,” the last word he emphasized with annoyance, “isn’t always the most forthcoming guy.”

Sam simply nodded and released Bobby’s arm, then motioned forward with his chin. “C’mon, let’s get to Y/N then get out of this castle.”

You heard footsteps approaching as you waited nervously in the Maester’s. Unsure if it was Bobby or Sam, you found a place to shield yourself in case it wasn’t. Peeking around the corner of one of the large cabinets that held the Maester’s books, you caught sight of Sam and felt relief wash over you.

“Samuel!” You came out from the spot in which you were hiding, and ran straight into his open arms. He held you tightly and bent down to kiss the top of your head.

“You’re safe,” he sighed and kept his arms firmly around you. “When I turned to look for you, and you were gone…” Sam pulled back just enough to caress the side of your face and you could see the fear he felt. “It's been such a short time, but if I were to lose you now, I would be lost to grief.”

Bobby cleared his throat. “Well, now, let’s make sure that doesn’t happen. C’mon kids, time to skedattle.”

“With the way the people were glaring, and the warpath I assume they will be on its best we leave, but what about my father?” Sam asked.

“John has enough trouble right now, boy. I will do my best to help the situation upstairs, but I can’t do that and keep you two alive. So, time to go…”

“But where can we go? All of Lawrence is going to be looking for us,” you asked and looked up to Sam, and saw he was nodding in agreement.

“Pamela… she’ll help us.”

Bobby swiftly ushered you and Sam through the root cellar and out through the castle’s tunnels, exiting out near the stables. There, he had two horses saddled and ready to ride. One was his own brown mare, who snorted in greeting upon seeing him. When Sam saw the other sleek, black stallion ready to go, he stopped in his tracks and turned to Bobby.

“Really? You saddled Dean’s prize stallion? You know he’s gonna have my head for even thinking of riding it,” Sam said and couldn’t help but smile. “Besides, how am I gonna ride? My hip…”

“Drop the act, boy. I know she healed you. I saw you spinning her around on that dance floor. Clearly whatever she did was more of a permanent fix than temporary relief.” You could feel his eyes on you, and though he wanted to be salty about you using magic on Sam, you could see he was also impressed.

Sam went about helping you mount Dean’s horse, and then climbed on behind you. Once Bobby was atop his own mare, Sam directed the stallion to follow Bobby as the three of you rode off into the night.

Bobby took a detour at the end of the grounds, and instead of following the road through the woods, he veered off into the Elven woods.

“Bobby!” Sam called out. “Where are we going? This isn’t the way to Pamela…”

“Well, when you left her today, Pamela knew it was time to relocate. Whatever happened at her place left her pretty shaken. She thought the Elven Woods would be a good place to hide for the time being.”

“If she’s that shaken, will she even help us?” you asked more of Sam, than Bobby.

“She will.” Bobby replied. “She damn well better.”

The sound of approaching visitors caught Pamela’s ear, and though she knew who would be soon knocking at her door, part of her didn’t want to open it. Seeing the Lord and Lady Winchester in recent times had left her with a sense of dread, but what was more foreboding to her was that she could not see a clear outcome to whatever danger was looming over them.

Not once in her life had she not known what was going to happen. Even the day that she lost her sight to the angels, she knew. She contemplated avoiding it, but decided that it must be part of a grander purpose.

Pamela had been correct.

Losing her actual vision instead of what she could see with her third eye. She found herself more open to spirits and foresight, which ultimately allowed her to become the most renowned psychic medium in Lawrence and beyond. However, this business with King Winchester and the Demon King felt a bit too dangerous. It wasn’t something she wanted to get involved in… yet, here she was.

A booming echo rumbled off in the distance, followed by a faraway flash of purple light that she sensed more than saw. She stood from the table of the old, abandoned house and went to the window. Pushing it open just an inch, she inhaled the scent of the Elven Woods and could smell the electricity in the air. .

“Goddamnit,” she mumbled as she closed the window. “Last thing I need right now is a Rift Storm.”

Grumbling, she knew that her visitors would be arriving any moment and loosely gripped the handle to the door. Within seconds, she heard Bobby’s voice and cracked the heavy ancient oak door so they could get inside as quickly as possible. The storm seemed a ways off still, but those bolts of toxic electricity could reach the ground miles ahead of the actual Rift.

“Bobby, inside, quick!” she urged in a rough whisper. When she heard the three of them inside, she closed the door and engaged the bolt so it would lock. Turning to the unannounced trio, she sighed. “Great, a bunch of fugitives AND a rift storm. Bobby, when are you going to stop pulling me into this drama?”

“I am sorry, Pamela, but these kids here need some help. If you didn’t care, you wouldn’t have helped them already.”

“Well, stop exploiting my soft spot for true love, Bobby.”

“Noted. But for now, can they stay for a few days? I need to get back to the castle.”

“Bobby, you know I love your snarky ass, but I already lost my eyesight to angels, I sure as hell don’t want to lose my life to demons. And that rift storm is a sure sign of demons in the Elven Woods.”

The room was silent. Neither you, Bobby or Sam knew how to tell her that it wouldn’t be just demons on their way to Lawrence, but that the townspeople were also up in arms given the sudden confessions of their King. Pamela could tell their silence held more than she cared to know, yet she knew that her role in it all wasn’t yet over. The last thing she wanted to do was be caught in the crossfire, but deep down she knew she also had zero control over whatever fate had in store.

“I guess you can at least stay the night. I have an idea of what went down tonight. You used it, didn’t you? You extracted the truth from the King?”

“Yes,” you answered, and looked shyly towards Bobby. “I tested it on myself first. I realized it worked when I told Samuel everything.”

“Everything? About your own mother, too?”

You could feel Sam’s eyes on you, questioning you.

“No, there wasn’t time for that then,” you paused and looked up towards your husband’s eyes. “But I promise to once I know we’re all safe.”

“Ok. With as much trouble as I have already caused in giving you that vile, I suppose I need to be here for the consequences. Besides, I can’t possibly kick a pregnant woman out into a rift storm, so you can stay as long as you need to. You should be safe here for a while.”

Pamela’s words caused you and Sam both to gasp, and look towards Bobby. His face was that of a man in shock, not to mention, suddenly scared.

“Excuse me?! Pregnant?!”

Sam snorted a nervous laugh. “....Surprise?”

“Idjits, both of ya.” Bobby growled and shook his head. He took another moment to collect his thoughts, then expel a resigned breath. “Well, congrats I guess. But you know what that means, right?”

“No, what?” you asked as your hand anxiously reached for Sam’s, squeezing it tight in fear of what Bobby’s answer would be.

“If you thought those people at the party were upset with you being a witch… honey, being a witch who is pregnant with the heir to the throne just made the bounty on your head go up exponentially.”

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