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webcricket · 7 years

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You Look Good on Me

Characters: CastielXReader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Word Count: 1627

A/N: One-shot written for @casbabydontgoineedyou / Katie’s 1K Writing Challenge / prompt #18 - “The last time you made dinner, you caught the kitchen on fire.” Written erotica content warning – oral sex, female receiving (come on, who doesn’t fantasize about this angel between their thighs?).

Summary: Fluffy, adorable, eager-to-please-you Castiel likes the way you look in his white button down shirt the morning after a night of incredible sex. So much so, he wants to make you breakfast.

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Lebanon Times daily newspaper tucked under one arm, paperboard Gas ‘N Sip coffee cup clasped in hand, whistling low to the classic rock tune of Smoke on the Water, Dean Winchester leisurely rambled by the bunker’s kitchen threshold. Several paces beyond the door, he stopped up short, coffee sloshing from the ill-fitting plastic lid to splatter his leather shoes, brow furrowing, brain incrementally registering the odd sight presented to his peripheral vision. Gravitating backward, he craned his neck, peering into the kitchen, calmly confirming with a bob of his head that Castiel was indeed situated at the counter attempting to assuage an angrily beeping coffee maker into producing a fresh pot while wearing nothing but crinkled white boxer shorts. Dean scanned up and down the empty hall and around the otherwise unoccupied room before clearing his throat to announce his presence.

Cas snapped shut the top of the ornery contraption, effectively silencing it. Angling to regard his friend, he cordially nodded in greeting, “Good morning, Dean.”

Dean stepped through the door, an amused smirk overtaking his features, “Uh, Cas, look man, it’s great to see you finally making yourself at home, but where the hell are your clothes?”

“I borrowed them,” you cooed over Dean’s shoulder, surprising the elder Winchester as you brushed past him wearing nothing but Castiel’s crisp white button down dress shirt.

The angel’s blue eyes sparkled noticeably brighter upon your arrival.

“Morning, angel,” draping your arms about Cas’ neck, fingers teasing the dark curls of hair at the nape of his neck, you stood up on tip-toes to place a soft kiss on his pouting lips.

Despite his astonishment at the not entirely unexpected revelation that you and the angel were sleeping together, Dean’s loosely gaping jaw also evidenced the fact he noticed and very much appreciated the quick glimpse of your perfectly curved buttocks when the hem of Cas’ shirt lifted ever so slightly with the shrug of your shoulders.

Cas fondly caressed your cheek, “Good morning, sweetpea.”

You grinned wide as the angel stole another tender kiss from your lips.

Dean mimed disgust at the sickly sweet show of affection.

“Hey guys, what’s going on?” Sam wandered in, flushed and sweaty from a run, soggy towel slung over his shoulder.

“Well Sammy,” Dean snarked, “when two consenting adults are attracted to one another…”

“Funny Dean,” Sam scowled at his brother, realization dawning in his expression at the sight of you and Cas lazily intertwined.

Your arms slid to wind around the angel’s thick muscular torso, nestling your cheek against the soothing warmth of his bare skin.

Resting his chin on your head, Cas flashed a small shy smile at the brothers, “Y/N and I are…”

“Yeah, we got it,” Dean held up a hand, compelling his friend to cease speaking, “don’t need the sticky details.”

“They probably heard everything last night anyway,” you giggled into Cas’ broad chest, fingers impishly jabbing at his sides, prompting the angel’s smile to stretch upward into his nose and eyes, “that husky voice of yours carries through walls, you know.”

“That was, wow, I thought that was Dean’s porn,” Sam stammered, brow elevating in surprise, “that sounded a lot like actual porn.”

“Change of plans Sam, we’re going out for breakfast,” Dean pointed a thumb suggestively at the door, “and based on your expression, I’m going to thank Chuck I almost always fall asleep with headphones blaring.”

“Right, uh, congrats you two,” Sam shook his head, waving and ducking out of the room on the heels of his brother.

Dean appeared in the doorway again a second later, “Oh, and by the way Cas, she looks a heck of a lot better in that shirt than you do, you sly dog.” He winked and swiftly skittered out of view.

Cas looped a finger under your chin, drawing your gaze to meet his, “Dean is correct Y/N, you do look especially beautiful wearing my clothes.”

“It’s not the shirt, silly,” you wriggled in his embrace, playfully jostling him, “you know, you make me very happy. It’s you that looks good on me, angel.”

Cas positively beamed at your praise, sapphire eyes glinting with mutual adoration. He stooped, lips melding with yours, tongue imploring entrance to explore you more deeply, an intoxicated growl vibrating within his throat. Sensing your need for oxygen slowly surmounting your need for him, he reluctantly liberated your mouth to lavish your neck with his eager tongue, allowing you a necessary gasping breath.

You inhaled sharply, a heady mix of strong coffee, charged angelic grace, and your own arousal hitting your nose, “You make coffee?”

“Yes,” he broke from your collarbone, having left yet another reddened mark of endearment on the delicate skin there, “let me.”

You leaned against the counter observing as he poured a steaming, awfully muddy appearing, cup of coffee for you, presenting it with a proud smile. He stared at you with expectant puppy eyes, watching your pink pursed lips blow clouds of steam from the surface, cooling it enough to take a tentative sip. Your nose crinkled, bitter grounds churning around your teeth.

“It’s awful,” Cas frowned at your reaction.

Coughing, you spat the offensive drink back into the mug, “Angel, I think you forgot the filter.”

He gazed back at you apologetically, eyes wide and innocent, as if to ask - what filter?

“Don’t worry about it,” laughter lilted on your tongue as you laid a reassuring palm on his chest, “it could be worse. I mean, the last time you made dinner you caught the kitchen on fire.”

“I’m sorry, sweetpea,” taking the hot mug from your grasp, he set it aside, a hopeful idea swirling within now entreating eyes as he shifted to stand directly in front of you, “let me make it up to you.”

“What do you have in mind?” You simpered, dragging your kiss bruised lower lip enticingly through clenched teeth, fingertips flirtatiously tracing the planes of his abdomen. Strong hands grabbed you at the waist, easily lifting you to perch on the counter, the smooth cold metal momentarily stinging your exposed skin and fogging with the steamy heat of your flesh.

“Breakfast,” he suggested, a mischievous twinkle in his gaze, hands settling to knead the tops of your thighs, fingers nudging the hem of his white shirt to gradually uncover more of your skin.

“And what’s on the menu?” You purred, confident he was hinting at something more exciting than milk and cereal.

“You,” tongue darting to wet dry lips, he shoved the hem of the white shirt to your hips, his shining blues dilated almost to black with lust.

“Oh,” you squeaked, center pooling with wet heat - you hadn’t expected exactly that proposal in answer.

Parting your knees, palms skimming to squeeze your ass, he tugged you nearer to balance on the precipice of the counter, leaning to growl in your ear, “Y/N, you smell delicious. If you want me to, I very much want to taste you.” He leaned back to gauge your reaction, searching your countenance for any sign of apprehension.

You blushed at the hungry manner in which he regarded you. You wanted him in more ways than he knew - this was a good start. Biting your lower lip, you nodded assent.

Calloused fingers moved to lightly massage your inner thighs, spreading your legs further to expose the glistening folds of your sex. Bending, he propped your knees over his shoulders, laving his tongue along each of your inner thighs in turn, stubble pricking and tickling the sensitive skin as he peppered you teasingly with open mouth kisses and hot puffs of air, tantalizing every inch of flesh as he methodically worked his way toward your center. Lips red and arousal swollen, mouth parted, he hovered over your now throbbing sex, “You’re certain this okay?”

“Angel, yes, please,” you keened, stretching to tousle your fingers in his hair.

Never breaking eye contact, the angel sensually kissed your soft mound, flattening his tongue to drag an achingly winding trail through dripping folds. Tongue grazing the luscious wetness of your center, he growled ravenously, the vibration sending tendrils of pleasure winding to your core.

Head lolling to the wall with a whimper, you bucked your hips, urging him to give you more.

Burying his face, he relentlessly probed your center, lavishing attention on every angle his tongue could reach, remembering and revisiting the spots that caused your back to arch, muscles to tense, and your fingers to dig deeply into his scalp. Rough hands roamed your body, simultaneously stilling you and setting you aflame - sparks of grace igniting in their wake.

“Angel,” you moaned, quivering beneath him, nerves buzzing at the brink of release, second hand flying to grasp desperately at his hair.

Emerging from your center with a sated groan, he focused his ministrations on your hooded clit, the pressure of his lips and flicks of his circling tongue increasing in time to your writhing pants of his name. One finger, then another, filled your center, deftly curling to stroke your sweet spot as he sucked your clit into his heated mouth, raking the hyper sensitive bud with his teeth.

“Cas-Castiel!” Screaming, toes curling, walls pulsing around his fingers, you came shattering apart, arching violently off the counter, wave after wave of intense pleasure shuddering your frame.

The angel fervently lapped up everything you had to give him, easing you down from your high.

When you recovered your wits, you found yourself languidly engulfed in his arms, his lips moving lovingly over yours, the sultry taste of you still on his tongue. “My angel,” you moaned, weakly clutching at him, legs trembling, mind still hazy.

He swallowed your words, smiling against your lips, “My sweetpea.”

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not-moose-squad · 7 years

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Rebound Girl, Pt. 4

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: language, Anti Danneel

A/N: part 4 to my entry for @casbabydontgoineedyou‘s 1k follower challenge.

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Reader’s POV

You sighed and wanted to slam the door in her face but she stopped it last minute with one of her feet.

“What do you want, Danneel?” You asked, opening the door again.

“I need to talk to Jensen not his… bed bunny.”

Holding on a bit tighter to the towel around you, you rolled your eyes, biting the inside of your lower lip to try to keep yourself from saying anything insulting. You knew she deserved every possible insult there was in every possible language but you also knew better and you didn’t want to lower yourself to her level.

“First of all, I am not his bed bunny and second, as you can see”, you opened the door a little further and pointed backwards to the empty and quiet apartment, “Jay ain’t here.”

Apparently Danneel thought it was an invitation for her to come in and she went passed you. You hid your face in your hand. This woman sure was something special and you wondered what Jensen ever saw in her. “Sure, do come in”, you muttered under your breath ironically.

“Hey, uhm, bed bunny, do you think you can get me a coffee?”

She was kidding, right? And why the hell was she so focused on insulting you? Apart from wishing every possible slowly killing diseases upon her for breaking Jensen’s heart you had always tried to be nice to her. You faked a bittersweet smile and shook your head. You wouldn’t let that bitch get under your skin.

“Last time I checked, I wasn’t the maid around here.”

Danneel rolled her eyes and made her way over to the living room. She sat down on the couch and crossed her legs, looking at you expectantly.

“Danneel, I’ll ask you again. What are you doing here?” You were at the edge of screaming so you gritted these words out between clenched teeth. Your day really couldn’t have got any worse.

“Like I said. I need to talk to Jensen, obviously. Don’t flutter yourself by thinking I was here to see such a poor little bitch like you.”

You harrumphed and threw your hands in the air. No that was nothing you needed to hear. If someone was the bitch in here it was her and no matter what bullshit reason she had to talk to Jensen you didn’t need to let her insult you.

“Listen, Elta, I don’t need to put up with your shit! Do you know who was the one who had to put your beloved Jensen back together because you only loved him for his fame? Because you only wanted to marry him so people would pay attention to you again? It wasn’t Jensen’s fault that you are a poor actress and no one is interested in you. You are the one to pity in this room and as you can see, Jensen is clearly not at home so I want you to go!” You yelled, letting all the anger you had buried inside you out.

Who was she that she dared to come here just like that? She had no right to be here and you were sure that Jensen didn’t want her to be here either. He was done with her, absolutely fucking done. When he had broken up with her you knew he was angry. Angry with himself and with her for not being honest with him when she fell out of love and used him instead. But he wouldn’t let his anger out; not until you had taken him boxing. At first he had been hesitant but as soon as he felt how much anger he could let out there he would yell so many variations of insults that you wondered from where he knew them at all.

In 36 years you had barely ever heard him say anything apart from a fuck or sometimes a bitch but usually these were never targeted at people and just expressions he used to get rid of his anger. But in the first two weeks after their break up he needed more than that. But you could see how he got less and less angry so you were happy that he had found himself a valve and soon his anger was mostly gone. But it was then that he said that he would never want to see her face again; that he wouldn’t need her to rip open the wounds she had caused.

“Okay, I’ll wait.” That was all she answered before she made herself comfortable on the couch.

You shook your head and walked out of the room. Great and now you had no other clothes apart from those you wore last night or Jensen’s. Perfect. Heading to the bathroom you put on Jensen’s shirt and boxer short and went to get your phone you had left on the nightstand. You debated whether to call Clif or Jensen but you hoped that they hadn’t arrived on set yet and Jensen could come home and so you decided to try him first. After a minute or so you gave up and quickly searched for Clif’s number in your phone. Luckily he picked up immediately.

“YN? Everything alright?”

“Not at all, Clif. The devil herself just showed up and she wants to talk to Jensen and because she’s so much fun to be around she ain’t leaving. I swear to God, I’m gonna slap her…” You couldn’t hold back your despair or your anger.

Clif laughed on the other end of the line and you mimicked it. “Haha, yeah. Very funny, Clif. I seriously need your help here.”

“First of all, kiddo, don’t let her get under ya skin, ‘kay? That’s what she wants. I try to get him home to you as soon as possible and please, YN, I’m glad you and Jensen finally made it – I don’t wanna come home to a crime scene and have to bring you to jail, okay?”

You groaned but agreed and only hoped that Clif could get Jensen home as quickly as possible. Of course, fate had other plans for you. It hadn’t taken long until Clif texted you that he couldn’t bring Jensen home before 7 pm. You suppressed a scream. It was only 3.40 in the afternoon. What were you going to do now?

Going back to her in the living room you were surprised by how comfortable she seemed. By now she had made a coffee herself, also a sandwich and she was watching One Tree Hill on Netflix.

You snorted. “Are you serious? You’re watching yourself?” She shrugged but didn’t say anything.

Again you tried to kick her out by telling her that Jensen won’t be home before 7 but Danneel didn’t seem to care. You couldn’t do anything but shake your head. How ridiculous was this situation? But you were tired of her and you didn’t have the nerve to put up with her childish behavior and – unfortunately – you also couldn’t call the police. So you sighed and went upstairs. You hoped that, maybe, when you would come down in an hour or so she had vanished or that you would finally wake up from your nightmare if you only pinched yourself hard enough.

Of course she wasn’t gone when you came downstairs two hours later to make yourself something to eat. She was on the phone, most likely talking to her brother. Danneel was like an infection. Just when you thought it was gone it would start to fester.

Ignoring her high pitched laugh you walked into the kitchen and quickly prepared a salad for you. You were counting down the minutes until Jensen would be here and Danneel would leave.

“Ah fuck, ouch!” You hissed as you accidentally almost quartered your finger instead of the tomatoes for the salad.

The cut wasn’t all too deep but nevertheless it bled and you cursed yourself for letting just her presence get under your skin that much. If you only knew what she wanted to talk to Jensen about then maybe you could relax – or slap her. Either would be fine with you even though you’d probably rather enjoy the latter.

You quickly wrapped a paper towel around your finger and then went looking for a plaster. You opened several drawers unsuccessfully and to top it off you threw the cup from which Danneel had drunken earlier off the kitchen counter.

“Just fucking great”, you exclaimed and started picking up the pieces carefully so that you wouldn’t cut yourself again.

Then suddenly Danneel stood in the door frame and laughed. “You couldn’t be any clumsier, right? I hope you are at least a bit more skilled in bed, not that he gets hurt because you fell with him out of the bed or something like that.”

You rolled your eyes and bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from answering. Couldn’t she just leave? Until you had stepped in the shower everything had been more than perfect. Why couldn’t it just have stayed like this for once in your life?

“The plasters are in the drawer next to the fridge, if that’s what you’re looking for”, she said and you immediately checked it.

She was right and you hated it. Danneel being nice to you was the last thing you needed. “Thanks”, you muttered under your breath.

It was confusing you that she obviously knew that you and Jensen were together now but you weren’t sure if you should ask her about it. It was so fresh, apart from Jared and Clif – and probably the others on set – no one knew. Not even your or Jensen’s parents. So how come she did?

“Danneel?” You asked carefully, expecting another bitchy answer but instead she only looked at you expectantly.

“How do you know Jensen and I are… are together? I mean… until yesterday we weren’t and we haven’t… haven’t really told anyone about it.”

She smiled a half-smile. “First of all you are not together. He may be acting like that but you are nothing but a rebound girl to him. It won’t take long and then he’s gonna kick you out of his bed and life and I will be the woman by his side again. Especially with what I have to tell him it will only be a matter of time. But as soon as he broke up with me I knew he’d choose you. You were easy to get with your stupid little crush on him.”

Your heart broke and you held on tighter to the knife in your hand. This was exactly what you were afraid of, being the rebound girl. But… no. You shook your head; today you wouldn’t let her get any further under your skin. Especially the part of her soon being his girlfriend again was just plain ridiculous.

Instead you smiled at Danneel, your grip around the knife loosing, nodded and tossed the only tomato you had sliced into your salad and put it in the fridge. Even though you were sure almost sure you that you didn’t need to worry about Dee’s words your appetite had vanished.

A key turned in the door and your heart jumped. It wasn’t seven yet but you couldn’t be happier when you heard his voice echo through the house.

“Babe?”

“In the kitchen!” Danneel and you answered simultaneously and you rolled your eyes. What a stupid brat she was.

Jensen was still dressed as Dean as he entered the kitchen and looked at you, his signature smile spread on his face. Danneel, who was standing next to you, got completely ignored. He crossed the short distance that was keeping him from you and leaned down and softly pressed his lips to yours before he whispered against them that he was sorry he couldn’t come home earlier. You smiled and kissed him again. “You’re here now and I didn’t kill her. I think that is all that counts.” You murmured and Jensen laughed.

Then he turned to face Danneel, having one arm around your waist to press you tightly against his firm body. “What do you want?”

“Jensen, baby, we need to talk.”

You felt his grip tighten on your hip and you wondered if it would start to bruise, so hard was his grip. Unsure of it was a rather possessive gesture or just because he needed to hold on to something, someone, you put your hand on his and his grip loosened slightly. He nodded and then you all went into the living room.

Danneel didn’t want you to be there but Jensen insisted that you should stay. He didn’t want any secrets and you were glad yet anxious you could stay, her words from earlier ringing in your ears. Which bomb was she about to drop that she honestly thought that it would bring Jensen back to her?

Jensen and you were in one corner of the couch, holding on to each other for dear life. You because you were afraid of losing him and he was probably just looking for an anchor to keep quiet and you were more than happy to be that for him.

Danneel sat opposite from the both of you on an armchair, her arms crossed in front of her chest. She cleared her throat and then there was an ugly, purely evil smile on her face when she looked at me.

“I thought about sending you a text but what I’m about to tell you is such good news I wanted to see your face.” Not once did she look to Jensen, her eyes fixated on you as if you were the one she wanted to talk to. “I’m pregnant, Jay. You’re gonna be a dad!”

She was still only focused on you, studying your every move, every little emotional reaction that could be seen on your face, which you tried to keep as still as possible. With a satisfied grin she finally turned to look at Jensen.

You inhaled deeply and felt Jensen next to you turn into a weak, immovable bulk while your world slowly but surely fell apart in front of your inner eyes.

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kuntxrgraudunkelbunt · 7 years

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Rebound girl // Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word count: ~5000

Warnings: Anti Danneel (for the purpose of this fiction she had to be a b*tch, but she is not his wife and they don’t have children for this fiction!), language and maybe it’s a bit angsty-ish? but I guess this is it If I’m missing something please let me know!

A/N: This is my entry for @casbabydontgoineedyou ‘s 1k follower challenge, my prompt was “Wait… You think I’m pretty?” (it’ll be bold in the text) and it’s also my first piece of fiction I’m posting here on tumblr!

A/N 2: Part 2 (and other stories of mine) can soon be found on @not-moose-squad

Jensen’s POV

Being with Danneel was tiring. She wasn’t the woman I fell in love with two years ago.

I don’t know when it happened but somehow she changed. She only cared about having my credit card when I was gone – and when I was at home – and about showing off her (fake) happiness. Dee never was someone to post much on social media, but suddenly, when Gen started, so did she. She started urging me to like and comment on her pictures because even Jared can show his love for his wife, so why can’t you? It’s really not that hard, Jensen! I want to be recognized again. Maybe it would be easier if I had your name, Jensen. Don’t you think a wedding in August would be nice?

It was frustrating. She wasn’t my Danneel anymore. When I was at home, Dee didn’t want to spend time with me, she locked herself up in her room, went out on girl’s nights or met up with her brother, yet she was complaining that I was leaving her alone so much. I didn’t know where I went wrong but I knew that I didn’t want to go on like this. Instead of proposing to her I would break up with her, as soon as I was back in Texas.

The next few days were hard on me and everyone on set wondered what was going on with me but I didn’t want to talk about it. Not even with Jared. I knew he was worried about me but I needed time to myself, needed to have this dreaded conversation I would soon be having with Danneel, in my head over and over again. She wouldn’t accept me breaking up with her, I was sure about that. But I didn’t want to spend my life with someone who didn’t want me, but my money and fame. And yet it broke my heart over and over again. I loved this woman. I thought she could have been the one for me.

Maybe it all was my fault. I was gone for almost the whole year, every year, so maybe it was just natural that she had become uninterested in me. The only thing I could give her while I was gone was my money – and some poor face time calls in the evening or only a good night text. Was it my fault? Should I have been more thoughtful?

“FUCK!” I screamed through my trailer and smashed my water bottle across the room. I ran my fingers through my hair and felt tears springing to my eyes.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door to my trailer. I groaned. “Fuck off, Jared. I don’t want to talk!”

The door opened anyway. “Fuck off, yourself, Jensen!” Jared growled back. He sat down on my couch and looked at me expectantly. I sighed.

“Honestly, Jensen, I am so over your shit. You’ve been avoiding all of us for three days and I am not leaving until you talk to me.” And then I told Jared everything.

It’s been three weeks now since I made up my mind. I would definitely end things with Danneel. It broke my heart but I knew it was for the best. The night I had told Jared he agreed with me, said that I would know what was best for me but that he also wasn’t surprised that it had come to this. But on the other hand, Jared has never been a huge fan of Dee. For as long as I have known him he always wanted me to be with (Y/N). (Y/N) was my best friend since kindergarten and basically my soul mate. We were like one person split in two bodies. But never ever have I thought about her in a romantic way and I was sure she felt the same way about me.

Right now I was on my way back to our house in Austin and nervous as fuck. I didn’t know how to start this conversation or what to expect from Dee. But then, when I opened the door, everything changed. Danneel stood there, leaning against the doorframe of the living room. She looked absolutely stunning, wearing a beautiful tight black dress, black tights and high heels. The dress hugged her in all the right places.

“Hi, Babe”, she said seductively and came over to me.

I let my suitcase fall to the floor and hugged her. Her hands rested in my neck, carding them softly in my hair, while mine wandered along her body, eventually resting on her waist.

“I missed you”, she whispered in my ear and began to plant kisses in my neck.

“I missed you, too”, I answered automatically, regretting my words but I was so overwhelmed that I couldn’t say anything else.

Dee kissed me on my lips quickly and then let go of me. “I made you dinner, babe. I hope you’re hungry.” Then she made her way into the kitchen and I was rendered speechless. What was happening? Was she trying to make up for the past few months? Maybe she noticed how we were drifting apart, how she was only after my money, and wanted to work things out. A new light of hope sparked inside of me.

Her head peaked out of the kitchen. “You coming?”

I shook my head and smiled. “Sure, honey.”

At first the evening seemed to be nice. Danneel asked me about my time on set and she seemed truly interested in the stories I told her and her laugh seemed to be honest when I told her how we pranked Misha and Mark Sheppard. It felt like our old times together and I had almost forgotten that I wanted to break up with her. After all it seemed like we could have another chance. But the tables turned when we finished dinner and Dee cleaned the table. She insisted that I’d stay put, “I want this evening to be about you!” she had said, and while she closed the dishwasher she cleared her throat.

“You know, Jay, I was gonna post a picture of our dinner on Instagram and I thought it would be nice if you could comment on it. It doesn’t need to be special, maybe just a heart or a thank you? Just so that people see you appreciated what I did for you.”

I scoffed and bit my lip, making a face. Then I turned towards her. She stood there and looked so innocent, as if she’d asked if I wanted dessert.

“This is what all of this is about? You dressed up and cooked just so could post it on Instagram and get likes?”

She opened her mouth but I cut her off. “You know what, Danneel? I don’t even want to hear it. Of course it was about likes and attention. Everything you’ve done for the past few months was for attention. I am so stupid I fell for you goddamn shit. I… Fuck it, Danneel, I almost believed your shit again!” With that I grabbed the bottle of scotch from the kitchen counter and left. I walked upstairs and locked myself in my bedroom.

Dee yelled my name and asked me to come back but when I didn’t answer she quickly gave up. Then my phone lit up and it was a text saying Can I at least post that picture? All I did was let out a loud groan, then I fell on my bed and started drinking right from the bottle. How could I have been so stupid? I should have known that she must have had something in her mind.

I didn’t know how long it took me to empty the bottle of scotch, I just realized that I started to get tipsy and tipsier and tipsier until the bottle was finally empty and I was drunk as fuck. The world was spinning around me while I was laying flat on my back on my bed. It was then that I decided that I had to talk to Jared; had to tell him how stupid I was for almost falling for Danneels shit again.

I rolled over to grab my phone from my nightstand and almost threw up because everything started to turn even faster. It took me a moment until my view was a bit less blurry and I could see my phone. Unlocking it, I looked for my last chat and dialed the number.

“Jensen? What’s wrong, it’s 1.30 am”, a tired voice said at the other end of the line.

“Padal…Padaleski? I’m so stupid, sooo stupid!” I slurred into my phone, almost choking on the tears that now were harder to suppress.

“I reaaally almos’ b‘lieved her, Jared. Made me dinner’n’stuff, ya know, ma favorite food of all…” a hiccup interrupted me, “of all fugging time, Jared. I thought… reeeeally thought she was gonna make it up to me, ya know? She said she miss”, another hiccup, “said she missed me, Jared. Dunno what I did wrong tho. Jus’ wanted to love her and be loved. Maybe should’a just broken up with her right when I walked into ma house, no back in Vancouver alllready, Jared. Jared ya still there? Talk to me, buddy, need ya to tell me I was bein’ a stupid dumbass for not stickin’ with the plan.”

It was quiet for a few seconds and I already wanted to disconnect the call because I thought that Jared wasn’t there anymore when I heard a tired voice say that I was drunk and that I should drink some water and we’d talk in the morning. “I luv ya, buddy. You the best, least I can rely on ya!” and then the call disconnected.

“Jensen?”

I groaned and shook Danneel’s hand off. “Fuck you!”

“Wow, what a nice way to greet your best friend.”

Immediately I opened my eyes and shot up from my bed, instantly regretting it because it felt like twenty buses hit me at once.

“(Y/N), what are you doing here? Where’s Danneel?” I asked, covering my eyes because it was way too fucking bright in my bedroom.

(Y/N) shrugged. “Haven’t seen her, why?”

Letting myself fall back onto the bed, I sighed. “Do you have an Advil or something? My head is killing me.”

As if she had already known and prepared it before waking me up, she took a glass of water and an Advil from my nightstand. Then (Y/N) looked at the bottle of scotch I downed last night.

“Did you drink all of this?” she asked, nodding in its direction.

I simply nodded, putting the glass back on my nightstand and swallowing the pill.

“Now it makes sense. I was worried about you when you called me last night. You haven’t been this wasted in years. What’s going on, Jay? And why didn’t you tell me that things weren’t going well with Danneel?”

I raised an eyebrow. “What call?”

“You called me this morning at 1.30, Jensen?!”

“No, I did not. I called Jared.”

(Y/N) sighed overdramatically and rolled her eyes. Then she took her phone from my nightstand and showed me her phone list. “Believe me now?”

“Fuck”, I growled, “I am so sorry, (Y/N), I didn’t want to bother you with all of my shit. I’m really sorry!”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened and she shot up from my bed. “Are you being fucking serious right now, Jensen? I am your best friend - at least I thought I was. But obviously you don’t bother talking to me because you think you are a burden? What the hell? Why didn’t you tell me about you and Danneel?” At first (Y/N) had been yelling and I thought my head was gonna burst but then her voice became softer, worry written all over her face.

Looking down on my hands I sighed. “I was… ashamed. You and Jared and Misha…”, I sighed, “you all warned me about her and said that I should be careful and now I seem to get what I deserve for being so stupid.”

For the first time now, I let my tears run freely. I don’t know if it was because I was so hung over or because I couldn’t keep my shit together in front of (Y/N). It felt good to finally let my emotions take over. When I talked to Jared about all this stuff it already helped a lot but with (Y/N) it was different. Both were my best friends but in front of (Y/N) I felt less of a need to keep it together. Breaking in front of her in tough situations like this was somehow easier.

My best friend looked at me and I saw tears shimmering in her eyes as well. “I am so sorry, Jensen”, she whispered, “but you are not stupid. You are in love with her. It is not your fault she didn’t appreciate and love you the way you deserve to be loved.”

(Y/N) came into bed with me and hugged me. I buried my head in the crook of her neck, while she ran her hands soothingly up and down my spine. Then I heard her whisper that she loved me and that eventually, everything was going to be okay.

Reader’s POV

Seeing Jensen like this broke your heart. He didn’t deserve to be treated like this. Yes it was true, you might not have been a big fan of Danneel when she came in Jensen’s life but when you saw them together for the first year of their relationship you thought that they may had a chance. It had shattered your heart because there wasn’t any other thing that you wanted more than being the woman by his side but what mattered the most to you was that Jensen was happy. And at first it seemed like they were.

Danneel tried to attend to as many conventions as possible, she came to visit him in Vancouver and she seemed to accept Jensen’s lifestyle and popularity. It took you a while but you started to accept that she seemed to be the one for him. Yes, it broke your heart. But your friendship meant more to you than anything else and so you settled for that instead of telling him about your feelings and possibly losing him forever.

It didn’t take long and Jensen made up his mind and wanted to propose to her after only one and a half year. But hey, you weren’t the one to judge. It was him who had to make this decision and he seemed genuinely happy. That was six months ago.

Now your best friend – and love of your life – was in your arms and cried because of said woman. It made you hate her. If she had been at their shared home you were sure you would have killed her. Jensen slowly stopped sobbing and you looked down at his tear-stained face. Luckily no new ones were running down his face anymore. He was fast asleep again and a soft smile spread on your face. He looked so peaceful.

You slightly shifted and made yourself more comfortable. You wanted to be there when he woke up. Scrolling through your Instagram feed you liked a few pictures and commented on the new photo Sarah posted of Isabella when you felt yourself drift off to sleep. A small yawn escaped you as you decided that it wouldn’t hurt if you took a short nap as well.

You stirred awake when a phone started buzzing. An arm was draped around your waist and it took you a few seconds to realize where you were. Jensen was lying next to you on his stomach, your legs were intertwined with his and his arm rested on your waist. You smiled. This was certainly a view you could get used to. But on the other hand that’s what you almost always thought no matter what he was doing. Jensen was more than perfect.

The phone had stopped buzzing by now but you checked to see who called you. It was Jared. Normally you would have got up but you were so intertwined with Jensen that you had no chance of getting up without waking him. So you decided to call Jared anyway, you just had to be as quiet as possible.

It rang four times when Jared picked up. “Hey, what’s up?” You whispered.

“(Y/N)? Why are you whispering?” He sounded amused but also a bit concerned.

“I’m lying next to Jensen and he’s asleep. Don’t want to wake him. Why did you call?”

On the other end of the line Jared sighed. “Jay is the reason I called. I haven’t heard from him since he texted me he’s landed safely. How is he?”

You looked over at him. He was drooling a little bit and you giggled. “He’s drooling right now! No, he’s miserable. He couldn’t text you anything. Dee pulled a stunt on him and he just got himself drunk as fuck yesterday. At 1.30 he called me thinking he called you and told me everything. Why didn’t you tell me how bad it was, Jared?”

Jared cleared his throat. “I thought you knew, honestly, (Y/N). You are his best friend as well. I didn’t think he’d keep it from you…”

Next to you, Jensen opened his eyes. “Who you talking to?” His voice was still thick with sleep.

“Gotta go, Jared. See you.” You didn’t wait for him to say anything back and ended the call.

“It was Jared. He wanted to know how you are.”

Jensen mumbled something you couldn’t understand before he turned on his back and stretched. Then he yawned long and loudly before turning on his side, looking at you.

“Wanna get some food? I’m starving.”

You smiled and nodded. He didn’t seem as hung over as he was this morning and you hoped that you could get his mind off Danneel – or more alcohol. Apart from that you were starving as well.

Jensen’s POV

4 weeks later

I had broken up with Danneel about four weeks ago. It had been hard and she wasn’t all too happy about it but in the end we could talk about it reasonably and she agreed that it was the best for us. We both deserved people who truly loved us and while I did truly love her she admitted that she used to love me but that it had become harder and harder the more time had passed and the more time I had spent in Vancouver.

Despite the rather friendly ending of our relationship I took a week off and tried to keep my mind occupied. I didn’t want to think about her or our house that I left her. I just wanted to get away from everything and anything that reminded me of her. Jared and (Y/N) had been an amazing support for me and (Y/N) even let me move in with her.

(Y/N) was an even better friend than she had been for the past 36 years. When my break was over she even came up to Vancouver with me because she didn’t want to leave me alone yet.

We both laughed a lot when we were together and we reminisced about our childhood memories. I reminded (Y/N) of one story she had long forgotten. We were teenagers and in High School and one of my classmates pretended to have a major crush on (Y/N). (Y/N) was flattered because he was the captain of our school’s football team and basically every girl wanted to be his girlfriend.

I was rather suspicious because I knew him and his friends and how they always turned everything into bets. Even girls. It didn’t take long until (Y/N) agreed to go on a date with him. She didn’t tell me about it because she knew I wouldn’t want her to go. Nevertheless I found out about it and luckily I found them just at the right time. That douchebag was urging her to get into the car with him because he knew that “everyone wants him to be their first”. In that night I had my first fight ever.

(Y/N)’s favorite story was how I pretended to be her boyfriend for four months back when she was in college. There was one creep who just didn’t want to leave her alone and always asked for another date no matter how many times (Y/N) had turned him down before.

It had been a while since (Y/N) and I spent every day together. With me being in Vancouver and her still living in Dallas there weren’t many days we could spend together. Even when I was on hiatus or she had a few days or weeks off, life would sometimes still mess with us. But now that I had spent four weeks with her basically 24/7 because she also came to visit us on set, I got to experience how simple everything was with her. A simplicity that I hadn’t experienced with Danneel. With YN I could just… be.

She was just an amazing woman. Beautiful, smart, witty, honest, funny, fair… I could go on like this forever. But some of the things I started to feel scared me. My heartbeat, for example, that always quickened when she entered the room or when she smiled. Most of the time I just ignored these feelings but I didn’t know if I was imagining it or if they were really getting stronger day by day now. I mean… she had been my friend for 36 years. I couldn’t just fall in love with her now. Right?

For tonight, (Y/N) and I had scheduled a movie night and I was more than looking forward to it. It meant comfy clothes, popcorn and pizza and a lot of fun with her. She was out getting our pizza while I was preparing everything at my flat in Vancouver. The popcorn was done and I put it in two different bowls, one sweetened and the other one salted. Just when I put the bowls down on the table, (Y/N) unlocked the door and came in smiling.

“Babe, I’m home”, she yelled and laughed. It had become our inside joke. A little laugh escaped me as well but it also didn’t go unnoticed by myself that my heartbeat quickened.

“Good, I missed you”, I answered and another laugh shook her body.

“I was gone for 20 minutes. How could you miss me?” She placed the pizzas down on the table and fell next to me on the couch.

I pulled her on my lap and kissed her hair. “You are a wonderful woman. The question should be how I couldn’t miss you!”

She giggled and playfully slapped my hands that I had wrapped around her, wriggling out of my embrace. “Shut it, Ackles. I want to eat!”

I laughed and watched her grabbing her pizza and excitedly cutting it into eight slices. She looked at me from the corner of her eye and smiled, then taking her first bite of her pizza. Grabbing mine and placing it in my lap I asked her what she wanted to watch and she shrugged, not being able to say anything as she was fighting with the mozzarella that was half on her pizza and half in her mouth.

After she swallowed she looked at me. “What do you think of love actually?” She used her puppy eyes on me and I smiled.

“Don’t pull these puppy eyes on me!” I said overdramatically.

(Y/N) smiled knowingly. Her puppy eyes worked perfectly fine on me and I was already looking for love actually on Netflix. I knew she loved that movie and even though I hated it because she forced me to watch it approximately 500 times I loved how much she still enjoyed it.

We soon finished our pizzas and she grabbed one of the popcorn bowls, curling up next to me, with her head in my lap. I didn’t really pay attention to the film but to her. I liked watching her reactions when her favorite actors were on screen or when she was annoyed by the actions of someone in the movie. It was way more exciting to me than actually watching the film.

As she lay there with her head resting in my lap, my fingers traced the skin of her outer thigh lightly in small circles, I felt how her body was covered in soft goose bumps due to what I was doing. It was also then that I really let my eyes roam her body for the first time. Even though I knew that it was somehow wrong I couldn’t help myself. (Y/N) was my best friend since kindergarten, I shouldn’t feel all these things that I started to feel over the past few weeks but here I was, realizing that maybe my missing puzzle piece had been (Y/N) all along.

She was truly beautiful. Her beauty was simple but yet there were so many special things about her. Her beautiful y/e/c eyes that always sparkled when she laughed or talked about something she was passionate about or her hair that she was wearing in a nice up-do today… it actually didn’t matter to me how she was wearing it, she always looked amazing. There were her cute dimples as soon as she smiled and then there was her perfect body. She moved slightly and so her white tank top slid up a bit, giving me a view of her hipbones. Also I just now realized that her red sweatshorts had a Snoopy printed on the left side of her butt. I quietly laughed to myself.

“What?”

“Nothing”, I answered and laughed.

She turned around, now looking up at me. “Tell me, Ackles, or I’ll leave and you can watch your chick flicks alone!”

Alright, Ackles, here goes nothing. “I just think that you are beautiful.”

(Y/N) sat up with furrowed brows, pausing the film.

“Wait… You think I’m pretty?”

I shook my head. “No, I don’t think you’re pretty. I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

I took her hands in mine and smiled. “You have the most beautiful eyes and I love how they sparkle when you talk about things that are important to you. And your smile, it’s so wonderful and powerful you could probably stop wars with it… I think, things with Danneel had to come to an end so I could finally see how beautiful you are. Inside and out. I know this must be weird right now, (Y/N), but I think I might… like you. Like really like you.”

She looked at me skeptically and shook her head. A small, but sad, laugh escaped her lips. “You are confused, Jay. You just broke up with Danneel a month ago, I get it. Being single is hard when you’ve been in a relationship for so long and especially when you wanted to propose to her but had to realize she didn’t love you for who you are. But this isn’t you talking. It’s the broken heart.”

It broke my heart. She looked so devastated. As if I had just told her that I would never want to see her again. This was not the reaction I was hoping for.

I cupped her cheek. “Hey, buttercup. It’s not the broken heart that’s talking, it’s me. 100 percent Jensen talking here.” A single tear rolled down her cheek and on my hand. I brushed it away with my thumb, trying to lock eyes with her.

“It’s just…” A soft sob escaped her and it broke my heart to see her like that. If I had known what my words would do to her I would have never said them. “I have hoped to hear these words for such a long time, Jensen, and now you are saying them but I just can’t believe them. Because if I do and I let myself in for this and you realize that I’m not as pretty as you think in the morning or that my laugh is annoying when you hear it at one in the morning because I’m up watching The Big Bang Theory ‘cause I can’t sleep… What if you realize all that and let me go? I would not just lose my boyfriend, I would also lose my best friend.”

I was taken aback by her words and looked at her, not quite knowing what to respond to that at first. It only got worse when she slid away from me to the other end of the couch.

“(Y/N)…”, I started, reaching out for her but she crossed her arms in front of her chest and tucked up her legs and I felt as if she had slapped me across my face. “I have known you for as long as I can think. Don’t you think I don’t know what you look like in the morning? Don’t you remember what happened the last time I caught you watching The Big Bang Theory at one in the morning? I sat down next to you and we laughed together. Please, (Y/N), give this a shot – give us a shot.”

She looked at me like a deer in the headlights and by now tears were running down her cheeks freely. I felt so helpless. When I told her I didn’t know what to expect and I was probably expecting anything but not that. Not in a million years did I imagine that she became a crying mess because of me, my feelings for her… her feelings for me.

(Y/N) vehemently shook her head and got up. “I can’t do this, Jensen. Not like that. You project all of your feelings you had for Danneel onto me. And I don’t want to be your rebound girl, I’m sorry.” Her voice broke at the end and then she suddenly turned around and quickly ran over to the front door.

I got up as quickly as I could but before I could reach her she was out of my door and gone. And there I stood, running my hands through my hair, tears in my eyes, wondering if I had just made the biggest mistake of my life.

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theas-bedtime-stories · 7 years

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Underestimated

Summary: AU in which Sam returned to Stanford where he met the reader and they move in together Pairing: Sam x reader Word Count: 1,727 Warnings: None A/N: This is my very belated entry for the competition held by @casbabydontgoineedyou to celebrate 1,000 followers. You deserve so many more you are amazing! To think you are now hosting a 2k follower challenge, I am so proud of you <3 I am sorry it is late but I finally got a new laptop, this isn’t what I had originally written as that file is still to be recovered but I hope you like this. Prompt I got was #14 “Don’t let my dramatic entrance fool you - I have no idea what I am doing”

A/N 2: Shout out to @rosey-persephone for being my inspiration due to her amazing musical talent.

“Food’s ready!” You shout to the empty room as you pull your famous pasta bake out of the oven. You can hear the scrambling stampede which is your fiancé as he rushes to break-free from all the paperwork that he is undoubtedly buried in.

You are both in your final year at Stanford although you are doing completely different degrees. Whilst your fiancé is studying law you opted for a more creative, and debatably difficult, subject; music. You spent most of your time composing and practicing whilst he revised on the couch or up in the bedroom. You had been lucky that, upon announcing your engagement to your parents your father had become flustered and furious. Worried that he still hadn’t come to terms that you were with someone of a lower status to yourself you dragged him out of your parents living room; ready for a shouting match. It was then that your father had called for his secretary, mumbling indistinguishably about something being unacceptable and how you deserved better.

The feeling of warm, strong, arms wrapping around your waist brought you back to the present. Resting your head against the shoulder behind you for a moment, you can’t help but voice just how blessed you truly are.

“Sit down, I will finish serving up” Smiling you go to disagree only to be interrupted by a finger on your lips. A comfortable silence falls between the two of you as sit, waiting for him to finish piling the food onto your plates.

“Are you happy?” you mutter as he lays your plate before you. His eyebrows knit together as he lowers himself into his chair. “I mean here. Are you happy here?” You rush to get your words out as he opens his mouth to respond. “I mean I know this isn’t the lifestyle you were used to, nor was it what you expected I just...”

“We could be living in a box on the streets and I would be happy along as you were there Y/N.” A soft smile reaches his eyes as he studies you, eyes flickering from your nose to your ears to your eyes and your lips. “We should eat before this gets cold, I don’t know about you but I’m starving.”

It’s not vain to think this is the best thing you have ever tasted, you tell yourself as the hot cheese hits your tongue, swiftly followed by the tomato and basil sauce. A small moan of appreciation escapes your companions throat, just another small trait of his that barely sees the light of day but every time it does you fall deeper in love with him. “How’s the revision going Sammy?” you inquire once he stops for breath.

“Good exams not for another few weeks so I have plenty of time to finish going over the last two modules. Would you mind testing me a bit in a few days?”

“Of course I don’t mind. Although I do need to do some more composition and need to record it. Do you mind filming me tomorrow before dinner so I can see how the whole thing sounds when digitised?”

“I mean yeah but it’s not like it’s too difficult, it sounds pretty amazing already and that’s without the piano added to the vocals.” You can see the gears clicking in his head as he fashions some white lie, you wait patiently with almost a feeling of excitement alongside your anticipation to see what he comes up with this time. You are the creative one in the relationship but he isn’t half bad when it comes to creating an image with is imagination. “Did I ever tell you that I am classically trained on the grand piano?”

Stifling a laugh, you play along, never before has he tried to step foot in your genre, your territory. “Oh wow, no you never told me. When was this? Where did you train?”

“You remember me saying I took a gap year after high school before staring at Stanford?” You hum as you remember the mystery behind where he went and why. He had told you that it had been a family thing that his brother dragged him on. “Well I went to England for a year and did a crash course at the Royal Academy of Music, I was such a fast learner that I only needed to stay a year before I had mastered all of Beethoven’s symphonies.”

“Any?” You ask, bowing your head as you get up so as to hide the smirk which has begun to make an appearance.

“Any.” He nods in agreement.

Humming thoughtfully to yourself, you begin to clear the table, placing the dirty crockery in the dishwasher you decide to have a little fun with this.

“So you can play Beethoven’s 21st Sonata? I have always loved that piece, it is so intricate and beautiful.” You ask, putting on your best voice of innocence as you link your fingers together. “It would be nice to have someone playing me the music for once.” With a flutter of your eyelashes you know you have him bending to your will.

He chews his lip before responding. “Remind me which one that is then of course I will show you what a highly trained classical pianist is capable of.”

“Babe it’s Waldstein one of his most complicated pieces ever.” With that he picks you up, plonking you into your favourite of the armchairs that face your piano. He tells you to wait there, and cover your eyes so that it is a better surprise.

Your mind wanders back to the conversation with your father. He had been so disgruntled, you would never have guessed that it was not your choice in man that had upset him, but the idea of you growing up and starting your life together in his crappy little apartment that you two had been sharing because it was nearer to campus then yours and neither of you could afford a car. Within an hour he had found you a four bedroom, luxury home in Faxon First, only a 10-minute drive from the university. It was ridiculously bigger than what you needed, with over 9,500 square feet of land for yourselves. It was the stunning pool in the back garden that had you entranced with the place, Sam, being the fitness freak he is, was in complete admiration of the gym, pool and tennis courts. Without batting an eye lid your dad spent nineteen million dollars on buying it alone, refusing to tell you the cost of all the other items he was adding such as a brand new, state of the art, grand piano to go in the living room. It was a massive upgrade from the one-bedroom apartment you had been living out of, despite the disapproval of your parents, and was even a little overwhelming. When you had tried to argue that there was no way you would have time to clean it he waved a hand to silence you, saying that no Y/L/N should ever do their own housework. You moved in a few weeks later to find your new housemaid awaiting your instructions. You and Sam had allowed her to stay in one of the spare rooms, deciding that she should get to live in this excellent home that she was keeping clean. You had grown quite fond of Charlie, and though she very rarely ate with you guys, she had become more a friend then a member of staff. The thing that showed you how much he really accepted Sam into the family though was when he brought Sam a 1967 Chevy Impala, just like the one his brother had inherited of their father.

A loud crash from the master bedroom brought you back to the present. You were almost convinced that you had imagined it when it happened again but before you have a chance to ask what has happened Sam shouts a lightly breathless yet also triumphant “I’m Okay!” down the stairs. His declaration is followed by what sounds like the rolling of thunder, and, if you weren’t mistaken, a cat yowling.

A moment later you hear the soft fall of his feet as he makes his way down the stairs. “Open your eyes Y/N”. He needn’t tell you twice before your head whips round to look at him.

He’s standing on the middle of the stairs, one hand on the banister, the other behind his back. He looks utterly ridiculous in the tailcoat that you bought him for family gatherings, white gloves stretch around his hands and to match he has a white waistcoat and white bowtie on top of one of his white shirts. He has his best Italian shoes on and a….

“Is that a Top-hat?” You demand, despite knowing full well that it was, as you point at the atrocity on his head. Despite this his hair manages to still look majestic as it has been slicked back and tucked behind his ears.

With a wink, Sam tips his hat before robotically descending the rest of the stairs and making his way towards the piano, sharply throwing the tail of his coat in the air as he drops onto the piano stool which is several inches too high for his long legs but he doesn’t seem to care. As your breath catches in your throat with anticipation, wondering how he is going to pull it off this time, he snaps his head in your direction; making intense eye contact as he lifts his hands into the air, letting them hover above the keys. He maintains the deep eye contact as you tuck your legs beneath you and he slams his hands on the keys. The jarring sound makes you wince in discomfort. Somehow he manages to keep a straight face through the entire ordeal, pressing random keys and using the pedals to cause utter chaos.

It is only when you can no longer contain your laughter that he breaks his stoic portrayal. “Don’t let my dramatic entrance fool you – I have no idea what I’m doing” he shrugs as you struggle to form words through your laughter.

“You don’t say” you finally manage to squeeze out.

With a playful smirk he begins to rid himself of his, interesting, attire, it is whilst you are admiring the strong muscles on his back that you realise something. “Babe?” He pauses to look at you, stood on one leg whilst he tackles the other to remove his trousers. “We don’t have a cat...”

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silence-burns · 7 years

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Lovely Little Creatures

Fandom: Supernatural

Summary: Part of Katie’s 1,000 Follower Challenge with the prompt of „What is that?” @casbabydontgoineedyou

Child!OC and the Winchesters.

[Masterlist]

The air was hot and heavy and with every breath they took, it was becoming more strenuous to focus on their case. The Winchesters arrived to the small town in the middle of nowhere only yesterday, after they received some information from a retired hunter they used to know through Bobby. From what they'd gathered, it looked like a rather recent ghost hunting one of the abandoned houses in the suburbs, but to make sure, they had to see it themselves.

It was a shame that they had to go to a dark and slightly ominous building instead of enjoying the weather, which was unusually kind that part of the year, especially since the lake located at the dead end of the road was just begging for someone to take a fishing rod and forget about any duties for a while.

Dean sent a longing look to the crystal clear water. There was even a rental office with boats and equipment on the shore.

Sam noticed that and nudged him.

“Focus. The faster we finish this, the faster you can go have fun,” Sam reminded him, with a patronizing tone as he opened the trunk of the Impala.

“Or we could just change the priorities...” Dean mumbled, eyeing the pier.

“We won’t. Grab what you need.”

Dean sighed heavily, begrudgingly turning to the car. Sam was nearly buried in their safe box, where they stored their hunting tools, when he couldn't find something.

A very big, very deep pair of eyes was staring at the collection of knives, guns, crosses and bottles of holy water settled between many other things.

“What is that?” A kid questions, gesturing to a short iron staff.

Sam winced from a surprise, hissing when he hit his head. He looked at the kid and then at Dean with an odd amalgam of disbelief and anger.

“You were supposed to keep an eye on me and not the lake!” he hissed, moving to his brother quickly.

The child ignored the Winchesters, much more interested in the strange things they had locked in the trunk. It was all so shiny and new…

“Don’t touch that!” Dean took a demon-killing blade from the small, plump hands, showing it back to the trunk before slamming it closed, ignoring the kids flinch at the sound. Sam looked around, but it seemed like there was no one else in eyeshot.

The kid pulled a face, looking offended. Sam kneeled in front of the child, smiling widely.

“Hey, my name is Sam. Do you live here?”

“Yeah,” The kid muttered, sending Dean angry looks.

“So, uh… Are you playing with someone here? Are there any of your friends? Why won’t you go to them?” Sam encouraged the child, peering over their shoulder.

“I’m walking my cat,” the kid said, gesturing to the fat, ginger creature laying on the pavement.

“Oh. It is… it looks very nice,” the smile got harder to keep. Sam eyed the cat, not sure if it was still alive because of lack of any moves.

“He is lazy and eats bugs. I don’t like to walk him. Can I go with you?” the kid made a perfect puppy face. Dean rolled his eyes behind Sam. It looked like the kid had much practice.

“We can’t take you there. We are… the workers and we are going to repair some stuff. You may get hurt,” Sam explained slowly, patting the kid’s head and standing up.

“Go play with some friends of yours,” Dean said, passing by him and moving to the empty house.

“But there are no kids now. Only Johnny and Marcus, but they hate me.”

“I’m sure you’ll find something better to do then,” Dean winked and ascended the stairs to the front door.

“But, you know, don’t let them hurt you,” Sam added, smiling one last time before making sure the car was locked up and the kid wasn’t going to follow them.

The cat wagged its tail slightly. The kid huffed angrily, turning back from the house. Everyone, especially grown-ups, were always leaving without saying the truth, but when they lied it was apparently fine and no one ever punished them for that. It wasn’t fair. Penny’s parents did the same thing, only telling the truth to other grown-ups.

An almost transparent girl appeared silently on the pavement. She was looking at her old house too.

“Are they here because of you?” the kid asked, grabbing the cat which didn’t protest.

“Maybe,” the girl said, still watching the facade.

“Are they gonna do something to you?”

“I don’t know. But how about we go and scare Johnny again? I saw him in our bush base. I’m sure he is looking for our treasure,” she asked in a different tone, moving from the house to the other kid, whose eyes suddenly glistened in excitement.

“Yes! Let’s go, Cheetos!” the ginger cat didn’t react, only yawning widely, completely apathetic.

The girl flew after them, not looking back. She felt the change the men brought with them and she could sense their intentions, but she wasn’t strong enough to scare them out like she did with the evil kids from the neighbourhood, so she didn’t want to waste time on that. What she wanted to do was to visit her old favourite place one more time before the she had to go.

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myeverchangingobsessions · 7 years

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Crush

Title: Crush

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3109

Warnings: It’s a bittersweet ending, language

Summary: the result of a witch encounter has you questioning everything

Challange: Katie’s 1000 Follower Challenge @casbabydontgoineedyou “Uh, that’s my face.”

A/N: This is the first thing I’ve written and posted in over a year and it is my first supernatural post so feedback would definitely be appreciated!

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Hunting with the Winchesters was always an experience. You had run into them on a wendigo case two years ago and instantly connected with Sam. From then on, you always joined them whenever you could.

This time was no different. You had picked up a simple werewolf case in Maine and were pleasantly surprised when you spotted Baby within seconds of entering the Riverside Mirror Motel. You eventually met up with them while interviewing the local sheriff and teamed up with them for the rest of the case.

To the disgust of all three of you, Dean especially, the creature ended up being a witch that needed hearts for a complex spell. Compared to some of your other cases, the kill was a piece of cake. You and Sam snuck into her lair and cornered her, while Dean shot her. The only thing that worried you was the fact that she cast a spell before he got the shot in. While it seemed to have no effect, none of you were amateurs and knew it would come back to haunt you, possibly literally. Choosing not to dwell on it for the night, you all went back to the motel and passed out almost instantly, the worry canceling the adrenaline.

~~~~~~~~~~~~The Next Day~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You groaned as the light shining through the window woke you up. You opened your eyes half way, silently cursing yourself for leaving the curtains open, before looking around the rest of the room.

You yelped and shot out of bed, almost falling because you were unbalanced, when you saw Sam in the bed next to you. Your heartbeat raced as you specifically remember getting your own room and you know you fell asleep in said room.

Because of your scream, Sam jolted awake, prepared to fight off whatever you were screaming at. When all he saw was your face, his face fell into one of confusion. "Dean, what the hell, man?"

Now it was your turn to be confused, "Dean? Who you calling-" as you stepped closer to Sam's bed, you realized you had extra weight you weren't used to and looked down to see a body that was definitely not yours. Instead of your usual sleepwear of a light blue V-neck and gray shorts, you saw a familiar black fitted tee and jeans covering the bow legs that you knew so well.

It wasn't until you looked up, worry and misunderstanding evident on your face, that Sam realized you weren't joking around and began to worry himself and carefully inquired, "Dean, what's wrong?"

"I'm not Dean! That's what's wrong! It's me, Sam, (Y/N)!" Your voice got higher as panic stirred in the pit of your stomach, "This must've been what the witch did! We fricking bodyswapped!"

"Okay, (Y/N), calm down. Nothing's gonna get solved if you're passed out because of a panic attack. We'll just wait for Dean to wake up and then we'll try and figure this out, sound good?" Sam's face was one of sympathy and care which caused you to scowl. He was treating you like he would a victim, he saw this as a damn case.

Before you could curse him out, there was a loud, angry knock on the old motel door followed by your voice speaking through the door, "Sam? (Y/N)? We got a situation, let me in."

While Sam went to let Dean in, the thought finally occurred that since you're in Dean's body, Dean would be in yours. You were about to see your own body, not in a mirror, and there was no way to prepare yourself for that. It was because of your, admittedly, slow, thought process that when Dean was finally let into the room, the only words that came out of your (Dean's?) mouth were, "Uh, that's my face."

Dean expertly utilized your facial features for the perfect bitch-face (only Sam could have rivaled that). "No shit, really? Wow, (Y/N), you're slipping," Dean with humor laced in his (your?) voice, his fist resting against his hip.

You rolled your eyes before barking back, "Shut up, asshole, we gotta figure this out."

Dean and you have always had a weird relationship. You spent most of your time barking half-hearted insults at each other. It always toys with your head because you've always crushed on the older Winchester. It was mainly the reason you got along better with Sam in the first place; being around Dean you were relatively shy and kept to yourself because you were afraid he wouldn't like the real you.

"Alright, Sam, you got any ideas? I mean, you've been hit with something like this before, so," Dean spoke while he looked at his brother in hope. That slowly depleted when Sam shook his head and sighed.

"No, I got nothing. See, when I switched, it was with the witch. This... well, this is something completely different." Sam's eyes moved rapidly as he tried to find some solution to the problem.

Dean gave a depressed sign before speaking, "Well, do you, at least, remember the incantation she said? I didn't catch the whole thing."

"Uh yeah I got it here," Sam stated as he sat down on the bed and opened his laptop. He pulled up a word document with some possible translations under some of the words. "I started searching last night to try and prepare for what we might've been hit with. Now that we know the effects of the spell it'll be easier to translate. I thought it was Latin at first but now I'm not sure. This is something that I've never seen before."

"Of course, it is," you said as you sat down slanted in the chair and put your head in hands. "When are our lives ever easy?"

Dean sighed and nodded before speaking, "Well, while you do your precious research, I'm gonna go back to the lair and see if I can't find any clues to a reversal spell." He grabbed the keys to his precious Baby off the table and disappeared out the door.

You turned to sit facing Sam and slammed both hands on the table. "Ok so while you guys are doing that, how about I make something to eat, eh? I got priorities and food is one of them," you say as you stand up, and head towards the kitchen behind you. "You want a salad or something?" You looked over your shoulder to see Sam shake his head, engrossed in whatever he was reading. You turned back to the fridge ready to waste another day on research.

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It was about four hours later that Dean finally came home with a pissed off face and an attitude to match. He slammed the door of the motel room on his way in, catching the attention of both you and Sam. He quickly took refuge on his (technically yours now) bed and groaned. "I got hit on by at least twelve guys in the bar down the road."

You smiled at his words. "Well, now you know how it feels to be on the receiving end," you smirk through your comment and cross your arms over your chest. You frown when you see Dean shake his head and sigh. "Dean, this isn't actually bothering you, is it?" He looked up at you with a mix of confusion and something you couldn't quite place. Annoyance? Anger? Possibly… jealousy? You shook your head, clearing your thoughts, before speaking again, "Dean that happens all the time! It's nothing, really, just ignore them... I learned to a long time ago."

"It's just, I didn't even begin to show interest in them. Couldn't they take a hint? I'm not that bad, right?" It was obvious through his words that Dean was thoroughly pissed off.

You thought for a second before responding, choosing your words carefully, "No, no, you're not. Dean, are you okay?" You were confused by his behavior.

He pushed off the bed before heading towards the bathroom. "No one should treat you like that — they shouldn't treat anyone like that." The door slammed behind him.

You turned towards Sam, looking incredulous, "What the fuck was that all about?"

Sam chuckled before speaking, "you know how he is, he hates crap like that. And it doesn't help that it's your body."

Your eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean? What do I have to do with this?" You sat down at the table as you spoke.

Sam shot you an incredulous look as he began answering your inquiry, "you mean, you don't know? (Y/N), he's been pining after you for months. He actually cares for you, (Y/N), you know, more than he should."

Dean Winchester pining after you? You couldn't believe your ears. The man you'd been crushing on for months felt the same way?

Your eyes shifted to everything and yet, you saw nothing. All you could think about were Sam's words. Suddenly the room was too small and Sam, sitting at the table a good distance away from you, was too close. You felt trapped and so you quickly picked up the keys to your car before mumbling out a goodbye and ran to your Firebird, your haven. You had no destination in mind but you needed to drive, needed to be one with the road, it was your therapy.

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The sky was a dark blue by the time you returned. You had ended up just stopping on the side of the road for a while before choosing to turn back. Your mind was still jumbled with the knowledge that Dean, the Dean you'd been crushing on for at least a year, felt the same way. However, you weren't an idiot and knew that with the life the two of you led, he'd been stubborn to ever act on it. You were at a loss on what to do. Do you make the move, or should you just leave well enough alone?

Sam was still sat at the table when you entered the boys' room. He looked up from his laptop when he heard the door open. "Hey! Listen, I finally found the language the spell was in! I'm almost done translating so hopefully you'll be back in your body in no place okay?" He smiled after finishing before changing the topic, "You ok, by the way? You looked pretty off when I left. Did you really not know about Dean?" Upon mention of his name, Sam nodded toward the lump that was currently in one of the beds, asleep. The sight of his preferred sleep position made you snicker.

"Let me guess, 'I'm sleeping till you figure this out. I want my body back and this day has been weird enough," you mocked, still not used to the fact that the voice you used didn't have to be altered to sound like Dean because it was Dean's. You heard Sam chuckle and knew he was nodding. "And to answer your question, I'm okay. I just, I've had feelings for him for a while now and I couldn't believe what you were telling me, I still don't. And I hate that I found out now, of all moments. Not like I could kiss him or anything because I'd just end up kissing myself," you laughed as you finished your statement.

You looked to Sam to realize he was looking at you with a thoughtful expression on his face. Sam nodded before replying, "Yeah. Hey, listen, I'm gonna check something at the local library so, if he wakes up, try to talk while I'm gone?"

You nodded as you heard the shut close behind him. You sighed and chose to read until Sam got back, hopefully with something useful.

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Dean groaned lightly as he woke up from his nap. He blearily looked around his surroundings, still disoriented from his nap. Seeing himself (No, Dean, it's (Y/N), you know that!) at the coffee table didn't help clear his brain.

"Where's Sam?" Dean yawned before continuing, "He was here when I fell asleep and I'm guessing he still has jack since I'm still in your body." He heard you giggle and saw the movement of a nod in his peripheral vision but you had yet to say a word. He turned to face your direction once more, "hey how ya feeling? I know you tend to reflex and build a wall when stuff like this happens."

You smiled at his comment. He knows me. He's got me all figured out, he probably knew I liked him this whole time so why didn't he ever say anything? "Uh, Sam went to the library to see if he could have better luck there. As for how I feel, well," c'mon (Y/N), get it together! "I'm a bit... conflicted." You mentally slap yourself for your word choice.

Dean chuckled and tilted his head, "oh 'conflicted', huh? What about?"

Maybe it was his tone, or maybe it was how much he knows you that you know he knows (he has to... right?), but you got pissed and began your rant, "Like you don't know? Dean, I get it, okay? You know, you must know. Stop acting oblivious! It's frustrating, I mean, even Sam knows, there's no way you don't know so can you just stop tormenting me?!" By now you stood up and your face has contorted into anger. Through your anger-glazed mind, you didn't notice Dean extremely confused face. His lips were shaped into a slight 'o' and his eyes were going back and forth, trying to process everything at the speed you were talking. He was failing and missed a couple sentences. “... so yes, I like you, okay?! Fuck, I mean, I hate it, but I do! There, I said it. I said it so just leave it alone, please?"

To say Dean was surprised would be a lie. She was right, he knew. He was never entirely sure, but it was painstakingly obvious. Hell, he'd be lying if he said he never felt anything for her as well, hell, he was kind of obsessed with her, but that was out of the question. The truth of the matter was that they were hunters, and hunters didn't have the best track records for relationships. Before he knew it, (Y/N) was walking away and he stumbled to grab onto her arm before she closed in on herself, “Hey, (Y/N), listen, you're right, I knew. But the only reason I didn't say anything is because of how we live, (Y/N). I'm scared, I don't wanna risk your life any more than I already do. Everyone I'm with gets hurt, I've kept quiet because I'm trying to save us both the hurt we both know will come." Somehow, during his undeniably short speech, they'd come closer and he was now looking directly up at her (I really need my body back because, damn, I hate being short). She had tears pooling in her eyes, threatening to spill out. "I'd be lying if I tried to deny my feelings for you, (Y/N), but we both know this is gonna be more loss than gain." Instead of speaking, she just nodded and looked away as a single tear slipped down the left side of her face.

He reached up and wiped the tear, dragging her attention back to him. Their faces came closer (Dean had to stand on his toes) and their lips met in a hesitant kiss. It wasn't magical, it wasn't full of cheer; it was awkward and wrong. The lips were reversed, and dean could taste the dull taste of salt from the sole tear, and they both knew there wouldn't be anything after that kiss, but all things considered, it was still a treasured memory for the two of them.

It wasn't until they were breaking apart that Dean realized his neck was leaning down instead of up, and he was looking down into (Y/E/C) eyes he knows very well. Similar looks of confusion fell upon the couple's faces and they promptly drew apart, staring accusingly at each other. The two simultaneously let out an exasperated 'how' at each other ready to freak out, but both were distracted with the sound of the lock of the motel door turning.

Sam popped his head in, somewhat warily, "Dean?" The tall man grunted in response and Sam smiled. "I see you guys talked then."

Dean and (Y/N) gave each other a look before turning back to Sam as if to say, "what did you do?" Instead of answering the obvious question of the others' tongues, he opened his laptop and brought up a translated page. He pointed to the original text first:

Mo palaṣẹ fun awon ti ni ife lati siwopu ara fun ọjọ kan. Ti o ba ti won si tun fẹràn ara miiran ki o si fi ẹnu ki o to awọn ọjọ jẹ lori, ti won yoo siwopu lẹẹkansi. Ti o ba ti nwọn foju wọn inú, won yoo di ara wọn, lailai wa ni bi estatuas.

"It derives from Cuba. It's an old spell, meant to draw to people together. The actual translation is 'I command those who love to swap for a day. If they still love each other and share a kiss before the day is over, they shall shift again. If they continue to ignore their love, they will become their own, ever to be like statues.' Basically, you guys love each other but are too stubborn to admit it. I finished translating it about five minutes after Dean," at this point, Sam nodded towards Dean, "fell asleep but I figured you guys need to work some of it out on your own."

At this point, you and Dean shared a timid smile, still shaken from all that had happened in the past ten minutes. However, true to the Winchester way, you all decided to ignore the elephant in the room and had a couple beers while watching some show you never bothered to catch the name of before going to sleep. In the morning, you met with the boys to bid them farewell. It was then, that you shared a second kiss with the eldest Winchester, half against the Impala, but not quite. After, you saw them climb into the car and drive off seconds before you, too, took to the open road. You still cared about Dean, and you knew it would be a while before those feeling even began to fade, but you were okay. Just like Dean said, anything more would have just lead to pain so it felt right to walk away. Maybe the pain is why they call it a crush...

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yourewelcomeforbeingmyfriend · 7 years

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“You Have No Idea Who I Am, Do You?”

Summary: Sam and Dean learn they have a sister and she helps them hunt a siren. I’m already super great at summaries

Characters: Dean, Sam, Castiel, and sister!Reader

A/N: So this is my first ever attempt at writing fanfiction, so everyone please go easy on me. This is for @casbabydontgoineedyou ‘s 1K Follower Celebration. I’ve had the idea for this fic floating around in my head for a while now, so when I saw this prompt on her challenge I knew I needed to just take the leap. I’ve tagged her and a few of the other fic writers I follow just to get feedback. I hope that’s ok. Any feedback (but especially the positive kind) is welcome. Also, it’s kind of long. Sorry, my hand slipped.

Warnings: Angst, language, canon-level fighting. Also no smut (sorry?)

Prompt: “You have no idea who I am, do you?”

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Sam’s POV

Dean pulled the Impala into the bunker’s garage. It felt good to be home after the long drive from North Dakota. You, Dean, and Cas had just finished up a run-of-the-mill vengeful spirit. You couldn’t help but laugh a little at the thought of a vengeful spirit being “run-of-the-mill.” What a weird life we lead.

“Cas, you’re welcome to hang out for a bit. I’m going to hit the sack,” you stretched out satisfyingly. The familiar halls were comforting, and your bed was calling you. You shuffled through the war room towards the library. The walk from the car to your bed always seemed laboriously long.

Quickly and silently, a figure came out from behind the wall to stand at the top of the library steps, gun raised in a practiced stance. Behind the weapon was a (tall/average/short) (y/h/c) stranger. Just as quickly, you were awake again. We raised our guns in reply and Cas’s angel blade was in his hand.

Suddenly her shoulders softened as her gun lowered.

"Oh thank god you're here," she sighed. "I was in the hotel room when some grey suited guy came up to me and painted some crap on the wall. There was a bright light and next thing I know I'm in this Cold War hideout. I think we're underground. Are we underground? How’d we get here? Where's dinner?"

We exchanged glances again as our guns stayed up. A demon, maybe? But how did it get in here?

"Oh god –" the stranger’s voice wavered – "you guys have no idea who I am, do you?"

"Enlighten us, kid," Dean snorted.

A look of grief washed over her (y/e/c) eyes, "I'm your sister."

Reader POV

"Listen, kiddo," Dean began. "We don't have a sister."

You felt sick to your stomach. Your older brothers and some trench coat wearing stranger were standing – guns still drawn – looking between themselves and back at you with utter confusion. You were just as confused as they were. Less than an hour ago, you were in another crappy motel in Oklahoma hunting a ghost. They had just left for the usual beers and burgers.

The confusion must have shown on your face. Sam showed his hands and began to lower his gun, "okay, okay... let's all just take a minute here," he suggested. He was always the one to calm your fights.

"Thanks, Sammy," you cracked a relieved smile before a sudden splash of water hit your face. You blinked a couple times and spat out the bit that landed in your mouth, "Was that… holy water?"

"Just a precaution," Sam shrugged. He seemed a little surprised you guessed holy water.

You breathed a slow calming breath out your mouth as you bent down to reach for your ankle. You lifted up your right pant leg to unsheathe the small silver blade you kept there.

"Hey, whoa whoa whoa," your eldest brother said with his gun still trained on you.

You held your hands up to show you meant no harm. Then, with a quick move, you sliced into your hand and held it back up. "Not a monster either," you said confidently.

“So you know about monsters?” Dean questioned as he stole another glance at your other brother and the stranger.

“Of course,” you gave an exasperated sigh. This was all bordering on annoying. “I’ve only been hunting my whole goddamn life.”

That answer seemed to make Dean feel better because he finally dropped his gun and holstered it. There was an awkward silence as all four of you attempted to find the right questions to ask. Sam found it first.

"Wait – you said a guy in a grey suit came up to you, drew something on the wall and you saw a bright light?" Sam looked at Dean and the dark haired stranger, "Sound familiar?"

"Alternate universe?" Dean said more calmly than you thought those words should sound.

"An alternate one where you have a sister, apparently," the stranger's voice was gravelly. "But what would angels stand to gain from bringing her here?"

"Angels?" that word caught your attention. "Like halos, harps, and white robes?"

"More like assholes in suits," Dean scoffed.

"We're not all –" the stranger hesitated at his next word – "assholes."

"We?" You made eye contact with him and noticed, for the first time, how blue his eyes were.

Sam clapped a hand down on the man's shoulder. "This is Castiel. He's an angel, too, uh..." he looked sheepish at his realization, "I'm sorry, but we don't even know your name."

"Y/N. Y/N Winchester," there was a strange formality in your voice. How bizarre to introduce yourself to the two people who knew you best in the world. You rubbed your hands down the sides of your thighs. It was a nervous habit your older brothers always made fun of you for. But there were no comments about it today. You waved an arm towards your taller brother and added, "I'm two years younger than you, Sam."

Sam and Dean looked surprised at that statement. "S-so mom didn't die?" Sam stuttered.

It was your turn to be confused. You spent the next hour sitting with the boys, each taking turns sharing your stories. They told you how your mother died when Sam was a baby and only recently came back to life. Your dad died after years of seeking revenge for her death. Apparently the boys themselves even died a few times each. They were also legacies for some secret group called the Men of Letters and you were currently sitting in their bunker. Dean killed Death and this Castiel guy killed a reaper. Also God was real – or at least realer than church had always led people to believe. He was short and had a beard, a sister, and a love for crappy folk songs.

You always thought you lived an interesting life, but compared to their stories it seemed so normal – boring almost. You took your turn to tell them about the three of you being raised as hunters, and how Mom retired as best as possible after your dad was killed by a werewolf pack.

"Now it's just the three of us hunting down the things that go bump in the night," you shrugged as you finished.

"The family business," Dean chuckled weakly and swigged the beer he had fetched for himself.

"Yeah," Sam breathed out as he took a swig of his own. Mid-sip a realization seemed to dawn on him. “Oh god –” he gasped – “what if they need another vessel?”

“A what?” you took a hard gulp on your own beer now.

“For what?” Dean asked at the same time as you.

“It could be possible. It’s the one thing that makes sense,” Castiel stared at you intently as if you held the answer on your face.

“A what?” you ask again.

The boys proceeded to tell you all about angel vessels. About Michael and Lucifer – as in the devil himself – and how they stopped the apocalypse. According to them, the Winchesters had something special in their bloodline, at least in this universe, which made you guys the perfect vessels for them.

Before the conversation could go further, there was a ping from Sam’s cell phone. He looked down at it and frowned, “We’ve got another case. The Hobbits found a possible siren problem in Illinois.”

“Hobbits are real, too?” you sighed exasperatedly as you slapped your hands on the table in front of you. “What sort of Twilight Zone shit did I get sent to?”

Sam and Dean chuckled softly at the fact that your limit seemed to have been reached. At least Castiel seemed to take you seriously. If you didn’t know any better, you would almost say he seemed just as confused with the name as you were.

“No,” Sam explained, “it’s a nickname for some guys we’ve been working with. I can tell you more about it when we get back.

“Oh no, I’m going with you,” you said above the loud noise of the chair scraping along the floor. You stood from your seat, “Alternate universes and angels? I might not get those things. But monsters? Monsters I get. And the last time you guys…” your thoughts trailed off at that phrase. These weren’t your guys. You collected yourself fast, though, “…well, the last time my guys dealt with a siren, I had to save their asses.” You chuckled at the thought that Dean’s perfect girl was apparently a lot like the girl from a pie commercial you would always see on TV.

“Was it at least a girl siren that time around?” Dean asked. Sam laughed at his brother’s question.

“O-of course it was. W-why would it… not be –” for some reason that was the question that threw you off the most out of everything you had heard over the past hour.

“– no reason,” Dean stood and cut you off before you could finish inquiring. “Alright kiddo. If monsters you get, then it’s monsters you will get. We leave in five,” he announced to the group with a rap of his knuckles on the table and walked down the hall.

Sam’s POV

I have a younger sister, you thought to yourself. The thought just kept washing over you like waves on the beaches you always dreamed about. You had a younger sister, who had a mom who lived to raise her. That meant you had a mom who lived to raise you, too. It was like finding out someone else lived out your dream life and that someone else was also somehow you.

You couldn’t help but keep stealing glances at Y/N, this woman who didn’t exist just a couple hours ago. You could see bits of your mom and dad on her face as she spoke. She moved like Dean, too, which was strange to you. They swigged their beers the same way; she even had the same annoyed look on her face when you splashed her with holy water. You wondered what she did that looked like you.

You had so many questions to ask her, but you knew now wasn’t the time. After you finished this hunt, you would help her get back to her universe. Back to her brothers.

Once you had arrived to the small Illinois town, it was evident that Y/N could handle herself on a hunt. She knew what to ask and how to act. You would even dare to say she was better than both you and your brother.

Three husbands and one boyfriend killed their wives and girlfriends. After talking with them all, you discovered that they had all been frequenting the same restaurant – the type of restaurant with a proclivity for hiring beautiful waitresses to wear tight shirts and short shorts.

“Another breastaurant with you two. This is definitely something that feels familiar,” Y/N said wryly as the four of you entered and surveyed the scene.

You looked at her with a confused expression. “We go to these together?” you ask her.

“Well, it’s not always my turn to pick dinner. I had to work at one of these before for a case, too. The worst week of my life…” her voice trails off as she walks toward a table.

“Ugh, things like this aren’t as much fun with a sister,” Dean grumbled as he goes along with her. You and Cas followed in their wake.

Reader’s POV

After spending the day talking with the local police and vetting leads, the four of you decide to split up. Sam would go talk to the victims again while Dean and Castiel would go back and check out the restaurant. You decided it might be best for you to just take a short walk and collect your thoughts, maybe even pick up a change of clothes, since you weren’t sure how long you would be in this universe.

After about an hour of walking aimlessly, you decided to head back to the motel room for a quick nap. You hadn’t slept for the past 24 hours and it was now hitting you like a semi.

“Hey kid,” Dean said as you entered the motel room.

“I thought you were going to go check out the restaurant one more time,” you questioned as you peeled your jacket off and threw it on the bed with your shopping bags.

“I thought it’d be easier for Cas to go it alone. He tends to not get as affected by seduction crap like this since he’s you know…” he waved his hand in a circle in front of his face signaling you to fill in the rest of the thought yourself.

“Right, angels and all that jazz,” you rubbed your palms on the sides of your thighs again as you sat at the end of the bed closest to the door.

“You’re just in time for a drink, though,” Dean held up the motel tumblers and a bottle of whiskey. He flashed a toothy smile, “Join me, little sis?”

You nodded and closed your eyes in quiet contentment as he poured the two glasses. You wouldn’t be able to explain it to him, but this was the most at home you felt since you were sent to this universe: drinking a couple fingers of whiskey in some crappy motel room with your oldest brother.

He proffered your glass with another smile and you sipped happily. The burn felt good as it made its way down your chest and settled at your core.

“Thanks,” you chuckled weakly. You lifted your glass and nodded towards it, “this was definitely much needed.”

“Stop doing that, Y/N/N,” he pointed his glass at your hand that was still rubbing its palm up and down the length of your thigh. “You’re always doing that when you’re nervous. You don’t have to be nervous here.”

The familiarity of the whiskey and the motel room had thrown you off your senses. You didn’t flinch when Dean called you by the nickname that your Dean would always call you, but this universe’s Dean wouldn’t know about your nervous habit like that. You realized something was wrong, but just as quickly, you could feel your brain giving up control. You felt like clay: malleable and soft. You knew you’d do anything this Dean would tell you to do.

Dean stood up and stretched his arms out above his head, “oh Y/N, you should really pay more attention when people give you drinks.” He walked in front of you, bent at the waist and met your eyes. “Someone could put something in them. Didn’t your brothers teach you better than that?” he frowned and tucked a stray strand of your hair behind your ear.

“W-what did you do?” but you could feel yourself not care about the answer. You just wanted to hear him talk. No, you needed to hear him talk.

He sucked in a quick breath through his clenched jaw, “well, technically speaking… I spat in your drink. I know – gross. But then, what are brothers for?” he sat on the opposite bed and leaned back on one elbow with a smug look. “You know,” he pointed at you, “I usually only go for men but you…” he sat back up and placed his elbows on his knees as he leaned towards you, “you were just dripping with longing. It radiated off of you. It was so… so…” he waved his hands around as he struggled to find the right word, “…intoxicating. Once I saw you I just knew I had to have you.”

You couldn’t focus properly. Every cell in your body just needed to be around Dean. Your insides screamed out their desire to have your brother back. To have more of those simple moments like the ones you shared before, drinking whiskey in motel rooms or singing along to Led Zeppelin in the Impala. Something was telling you that this Dean could give you that.

“Come on, Y/N, think about it. It could be just like it used to be. The two Winchesters against the world,” it was like he read your mind. “We’ll get Sammy, hop in the Impala, and just drive,” he extended his arm out beyond him with a little whoosh noise. “Doesn’t that sound good?”

“Yeah, that sounds great,” you smiled. Relief washed over you. Happiness flooded in. It was like sinking in to a warm bath. You had your Dean back. He got to this universe, too. You thought. We’ll get Sammy and be a family again. We’ll be normal again.

“But kiddo,” Dean pouted, “there’s one thing you got to do first.” He leaned forward to whisper in your ear. “You’ve got to kill this Sam and Dean. Otherwise, they’ll stop us from being a family again.”

Your blood began to boil. No one was going to stop you from having your family back.

Suddenly the door opened and Sam’s tall figure filled the doorframe. He stopped short at the sight of the siren’s Dean.

“What the –” it took Sam a moment to process what he was seeing – “Y/N, what’s going on?”

“Sam, you’re just in time,” you smiled up at him. “My Dean is here. He found me. It’s all going to be okay again. We’re going to be a family again. There’s just one thing left for me to do,” you dropped your glass, stood up and simultaneously grabbed your knife from your ankle.

“Y/N, please don’t make me fight you,” Sam walked into the room with his hands raised.

His words made you laugh heartily, “oh Sam, we’ve been fighting each other since I was eight. I can kick your ass.” As you finished the last comment, you quickly spun under his outstretched arm, hopped on the dresser, and had your knife at his throat. You gripped his hair with your other hand to bare his neck for the attack.

“Do it, Y/N/N,” the siren Dean encouraged as he stood up. “We’ll be together again. Think about it: you’re nothing without your brothers. You’re nothing to these three.”

“That’s not true, Y/N,” Sam gasped from under your blade. “He’s not your Dean. Don’t listen to him. It’s the siren just trying to use you.”

“No, it’s my Dean. He’s come here to get me because he loves me,” your voice was bordering on madness now. “You’re not my Sam, so you don’t know. We’re going to get my Sam. You, Dean and Castiel can’t get me back to them. You don’t even know what you’re doing, and you certainly don’t love me.” Your words had venom in them as gripped onto his hair tighter. Your blade nicked his neck and drew a small bead of blood.

“That’s it, Y/N, take him out and you’ll just have two more to finish,” siren Dean was beaming with excitement. “Where are the people you love now, Y/N? Kill him and you’ll be that much closer to having them back. We’ll be back together. You’ll be with all the people who love you.”

At that moment, the real Dean and Castiel were at the still-open door. Dean took in the scene and yelled as he ran towards you and Sam.

You answered back with a yell of your own and shoved your brother at Dean to stop him. There was so much commotion as you dodged and weaved from their fists and attempted to slash at them. Years of practice fighting with them along with the passion to end their lives made it easy. You were high on the adrenaline of the fight and finding your real brother. Nothing was going to stop you.

You swept at this universe’s Dean’s legs and pinned him down once he reached the ground. There was a mad grin on your face as you reached your knife above your head to plunge it in to his heart. Before you brought down the blade, a sharp pain radiated from your shoulder and you screamed out to the ceiling. Castiel had stabbed you in the shoulder and threw the knife to Sam just in time to sink it deep into the siren’s chest.

“No!” you screamed as you watched your Dean sink to the floor then, almost in the blink of an eye, turn into its true form. It was a pale and disgusting creature with teeth bared in a lip-less mouth. You could feel the siren’s hold on you release as you realized your knife was still poised to attack Dean.

You pushed yourself off of him and began shaking with sobs. “I’m so sorry!” you wept and crawled backwards towards the wall. “I’m so sorry!”

The ride home was silent. You sat in the backseat of the Impala and willed yourself to go to sleep, but to no avail.

“Well we both had sirens that wanted to be our siblings, so maybe we really are related,” Dean chuckled in an attempt to ease the tension.

It didn’t work. You gave a half-hearted laugh out of politeness as you brought your knees up to your chest. You could feel Castiel staring at you as you focused on the horizon beyond your window. You felt sick to your stomach for what seemed like the millionth time in the past two days. You were disgusted with yourself for being so easily won over by the siren.

Next thing you knew, you were back at this strange bunker. Your mind must have finally quieted to allow yourself some rest.

“I’m going to drink a liquor store,” Dean mumbled as he walked toward the kitchen.

Castiel and Sam sat at a table in the library and Sam rubbed at his temples. You could see the dried blood on his neck from your cut and it both enraged and sickened you.

“Who’s hungry?” Dean had returned with a plate of sandwiches and a case of beers.

Sam gave a groan of approval as he reached for his own. "Join us, Y/N!" Sam patted the chair next to him invitingly.

"Thanks, Sammy," you flash a weak smile, "but I think I'm just going to hit the hay." Waving a weak goodnight, you made your way down the narrow hallway to your new room.

You were in a new universe. You thought about the one you came from just a couple days ago. With the siren hunt, you were able to push the thoughts out of your mind. You were in a universe where almost everything was the same. Everything except the most important thing – you didn’t exist here. There were no traces of you. You thought of your brothers. Not the ones sitting down the hall together with their best friend, laughing and enjoying the lives they built for themselves here, but the two you were taken from. What happened when they came back and saw you missing? You were sure they were looking for you. You knew more than anything else they tried to protect you from the horrors of the life you three led. They would be up worrying themselves sick. Your mother would be broken with grief.

You were taken from them for god knows how long and you still didn’t know why. You felt used. The siren’s words kept creeping in to your thoughts. You’re nothing without your brothers. You’re nothing to these three. Where are the people who love you now?

You could feel the heat on your cheeks and a lump grew in your throat as you closed the door to this foreign bedroom behind you. As you turned and leaned your back against the door you choked out a quiet sob. You covered your mouth quickly so as not give away your secret as you slowly slid down to the floor to continue weeping.

Where are the people that love you now?

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aiaranradnay · 7 years

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The Request

A/N: this is for @casbabydontgoineedyou‘s 1k follow challenge. congratulations sweets!!! :) <3

Pairing : Dean x Reader

Warnings : none I guess, plain fluff.

word count : 3k odd

Dialogue prompt : “I didn’t ask to get stuck with you”

Betaed by the amazing @the--blackdahlia who bothered to do it immediately after I asked.. and it was pretty early in the morning for her. love you loads girl <3 Also, she named this baby, so thanks for that, sweetie<3

feedback is much appreciated :)

You huffed loudly as you paced across the motel room, occasionally stopping to glare at the closed door. Not closed, you reminded yourself... locked. From the very moment you met the Winchester boys you should have known two things for certain. One... Sam Winchester was hands down, the friendliest guy ever. And B) his older brother was a total dickhead. Ugh! That asshole. The very thought of Dean Winchester had you seething with rage. But the man you had met two years ago was a charming son of a bitch. Nothing like the arrogant, cocky hunter that you had encountered today.

It seemed like just yesterday, you had bumped into him at the local bar. You’d been there for a drink, exhausted after compiling all the research work for the case you were working on. As you ordered your favourite whiskey, you had glanced at the stranger sitting beside you, a glass of deep amber liquid in his hand. His bright green eyes shone in the dim lighting, forehead glistened as a thin sheen of sweat covered it. His lips parted ever so slightly and the glass moved up to meet them. The liquid swirled as he tilted the glass, drinking the bitter nectar. His eyes closed briefly, as he savoured the burn in his throat. Hot damn! You looked away and gulped down your own poison with unnecessary concentration. However, two whiskeys later, you were happily flirting with him, the booze having given you enough courage. You’d even hailed him as the ‘knight in shining plaid and denim’ when he claimed that he ‘saved people’ for a living. And then you had to be foolish enough to tell him that you were terrified of vampires. However it hadn’t taken you long to join them once you realized that they were hunters.

“Argh! Such an idiot!” you yelled, cursing yourself for being a talkative drunk and him for remembering such silly details. You kicked your duffle bag out of frustration, making the lone machete peep out. It was just your luck that the monster you were looking for was a vampire; and Dean... he’d immediately managed to bench you. Like how in the hell? You didn’t even owe him. Yet, the moment Sam confirmed that it was vampires, Dean had forbidden you from continuing. This wasn’t the first time either. Almost about five hunts featuring those bloodsuckers, you’d been left behind. Like hell you’d do the same for this case! When you refused to follow his words, he’d tricked you into getting locked in your motel room. You didn’t have the keys or your lock picking set; and you never bothered with bobby pins. With a disappointed sigh you flopped onto your bed. A loud ping from your phone echoed through the silent room. ‘1 tumblr notification’. You rolled off, seeking out comfort in your happy place... ever since you’d gotten a tumblr it had helped you deal with the hunting life better. Also, people wrote some really cool stories about you and the boys. You preferably steered clear away from the ones featuring you, opting for reader inserts. Right now, one of your favourite bloggers had answered your request. Your eyes raked through the screen, your mind trying to recall your request. “Can you write one where the reader has a huge thing for Dean and she kind of gets stuck with him somewhere and things *wink* happen? ” to which they had replied “sure! I’ve got something real sweet planned for the two of you ;)” What the? This wasn’t you; you didn’t write this way! And you’d definitely not ask something this cheesy! Sure, you did have a huge crush on the older Winchester, but that didn’t mean you’d act on it; hell, you were sure you’d be rejected and hence had never dwelled on such fantasies. Your mind reeled with a million questions, making you feel dizzy. Groaning you pushed yourself off the bed, your eyelids suddenly feeling too heavy; you could sense something being terribly wrong but before you could act on it, everything went woozy and you blacked out.

Dean hit the gas pedal, speeding away from the motel room towards the vampire nest, a smirk adorning his face at the success of the stunt he’d pulled up. Y/N’s room keys were on his Baby’s dash, her lock pick in his pocket. There was no way she could follow them now, not unless she broke the door or window; and she would surely not risk that. Sam seemed to have a permanent bitch face plastered on; in his opinion the clan was too huge for just the two of them, and they were accustomed to having Y/N around, which meant this case was a disaster in the making. However, Dean had been adamant about keeping her out of it. the younger Winchester did not get it – his brother was always a dick towards Y/N; it was so obvious that he had a thing for her, why didn’t he just tell and get over with it? His internal rants ended when the ugly rundown barn came into view. The boys got down, immediately stacking up their ammo and trudged silently towards the nest. Despite the hunt being on the forefront of his mind, Dean couldn’t help but think of you, glad that he’d kept you out of the hunt and out of danger. He wasn’t ready to let any harm come to you; he could still remember the fear in your slightly drunken eyes as you spoke of vampires. There was no way he’d let you anywhere close to those suckers again.

Ninety minutes after walking into the barn, Dean was regretting his decisions. They probably needed you way more than he wanted to admit and that was definitely not a good sign. He was currently wrestling three vamps and could clearly hear the disgruntled grunts from the other room where his brother dealt with four others. One of the three got an upper hand and relentlessly punched him twice, thrice until the older Winchester came crashing down, his head lolling back as he blacked out.

When he finally regained consciousness, Dean expected himself to be dead, or turned or at least captive. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected to wake up in his motel room. Did that mean that Sam took them all out? And drove them both back? How long was he out cold anyway? His eyes squinted, adjusting to the afternoon sunlight while his mind went reeling with questions. This wasn’t his room; but it felt very familiar. He could pinpoint the exact reason though – was it the smell, the cleanliness, that novel on the nightstand? His eyes darted around frantically before noticing a body lying at the foot of the bed. Y/N... Shit! What happened here? Despite the dizzy state he quickly scrambled to her, trying to wake her up. “Dammit sweetheart! Open your eyes.”, he whispered, shaking your limp frame.

You woke up to a wild jostling , your body feeling way warmer as someone shook you awake. You groggily looked into frantic bright green eyes and rasped out a “Dean?” Your brain caught up moments later and you pushed yourself away. “DEAN?!” Your temper surfaced, immediately sending you to an attack mode as you charged at him. “Why you son of a -” you jumped trying to land a punch on him as he backed off dodging your blows. You circled the bed trying to get him, before leaping right onto him, and taking him down with you as you went crashing down. He winced a little louder than you had expected... Oh shit! He was probably still sore from the vampire hunt... you hadn’t checked him for injuries; hell you hadn’t even remembered the possible injuries, too caught up in your own world. You quickly scrambled off and sat up on your knees, hands seeking him for inspection. Instead they met a whoosh of cold air as he pushed you away with a gruff “get ‘ff me!” It seemed like the sudden jolt of pain had hurt his ego more than his body. His scowl hurt you more than you had expected and so you stayed mum, retiring to one corner of the room while you watched Dean settle in the other.

Dean watched you as you made yourself as small as possible in the corner, wrapping your arms around your legs. What he didn’t know was that being in one place made you very uncomfortable. You were softly rubbing your palm along your arm, as if to seek warmth; a bit later you were vigorously bouncing your leg, a small bead of sweat glistening on your forehead as you tried to calm yourself. Finally, you couldn’t stand it and sought out your earphones and calm down playlist. Hitting the first song, you let the beat engulf you and soon you were belting out Eminem nice and loud. Dean was freaking out at the other end. You were being abnormally restless, and it seemed as though you’d forgotten about him. He decided he had had enough when you suddenly started rapping aloud, your head bobbing in beat. In two quick strides, he was in front of you, snatching your device with a scowl. “Try listening to actual songs instead of crappy rhymes” he grumbled, dropping his own phone onto your lap, taking yours hostage. You hardly put up any resistance and simply plugged his phone on, finding your favourite in no time. You’d never admit this aloud, but Dean’s songs always made you feel safe and at home. Your stomach growled reminding you that you hadn’t eaten even a morsel the whole day. Sighing, you chose to ignore it.

Dean apparently had a hidden agenda behind hijacking your phone. Soon he was on his ‘guilty pleasure’ website. No, it wasn’t a porn site; it happened to be a tiny little micro blogging site that you were a member of... and he was dying to know if the request he’d made had gotten through. However, before he could even get started, there was a flutter of wings, a whoosh of air and lo and behold, there was Gabriel with his signature smirk. Well, that explained the current situation. Both you and Dean stood up abruptly, holding up weapons of your choice.

You spoke first though, your voice already high in temper. “What the hell Gabriel? What problem do you have with us?” the archangel raised a single brow, amused by your outburst. “Whoa, sweet cheeks! No need to be all nasty with me; you asked for this yourself. I just gave you what you wanted.” “What?! I? Wait that tumblr is you?!” “Yea.. And you made that request yourself. I answered it just this morning!” “What requ - ? Oh... oh Wait! That wasn’t me... I don’t know how - ” You shook your head in disbelief. “This is crazy. Dean, I...” you looked into his wide green eyes “I didn’t ask to get stuck with you.”

Dean didn’t utter a word, but his face did redden with embarrassment. Your turn to get shocked. “It wa- was.. It was YOU?!” your eyes were the size of saucers now. “Well, that doesn’t give him a free pass at trickery!” he whined. His voice was weak but it did the job. Your attention was back on the archangel, “that’s right you douche. How dare you fool around with our lives?” Gabriel backed off as your voice found higher octaves; one thing he knew for certain – never mess with a Y/L/N. It never ended well. “Look... you two are constantly butting heads. It’s annoying Sam, me , hell all of those who know you guys. It gets on my nerves... so you two settle your fight and you’ll be let out of here, I promise ya. Till then, have fun.” He winked at you and turned to leave. “Oh and as compensation, there’s food by the table” he smirked before disappearing in a flutter of wings.

The two of immediately raced towards the table, your stomachs call being way more important than the anger at being tricked. However, you stopped abruptly the moment you saw what lay on the table – pie. One of the early lessons you’d gotten after living with the boys – stay away from Sam’s hair, Dean’s Baby and pie. Dean hadn’t even noticed your retreat until he was half done with the pie. He turned wondering why you weren’t pouncing at him, your hunger usually making you an animal. You were curled on the couch, your hand squeezing your tummy to still the hungry rumbles; the TV was on, some random chick flick playing. Your eyes were distant, as if you were praying for it all to end. Dean carefully treaded back and seated himself right next to you. The cold war was still on, but you needed to have something in your system first; Dean knew hunger like no one else, and there was no way in hell he’d let you see even a wee bit of it. He slowly raised the remaining piece to your mouth.

You became aware of his presence when the sweet scent of the dish tantalized your nostrils. It was followed by the actual sweet taste as he pressed it against your lips. You took a tiny bite, your eyes seeking his, wondering what he was playing at. He simply smiled and whispered, “Have it all.” For a moment it was all good, like you two didn’t hate each other and were taking a day off. There was no hostility – just small genuine smiles when your eyes found his, and soft commentary on how heavenly the pie tasted. Hell, you even shared that tiny piece that was left. Then, Dean had to ruin the moment by changing the channel. True, you had no clue what was playing before, and you weren’t even interested in it but that didn’t mean you’d watch the crap sitcom he wanted to. “No. Nope. No fucking way.” You swatted his hand, snatching the remote from him and flicking through the channels, searching for something you liked. Dean gripped your hand trying to pry the device out of your firm grasp. When he succeeded you simply jumped forward and blocked the TV sensor. “Oh come on! I’m just putting on something we both like!” he whined. Your eyes narrowed, you raised a brow in question “Scooby Doo?” “Scooby Doo.” “Done.” The two of you finally settled on the couch, your favourite ghost hunters running across the screen.

You were tired. The whole incident had worn you out and a few episodes later you were yawning, exhaustion filling your bones. At first you curled in wrapping your arms around your legs, sighing at the lack of warmth. And then, Hoping Dean wouldn’t realize, you inched closer to him, seeking warmth. Dean felt a weight on his shoulder, distracting him from the TV . He didn’t turn completely, lest he may wake you up; instead he adjusted himself such that both of you were comfortable, so you wouldn’t wake up with a stiff neck. As his eyes returned back to the screen he couldn’t keep the smile from forming on his face.

Sam slashed his machete left and right; the bodies fell around him, heads decapitated. Yet he was losing. It was an ambush – there were way too many of them and were expecting the boys. Dean was already out cold. The younger Winchester tried his best, fighting three at a time until one of them got him from behind. He felt the pain in the back of his neck and his vision clouded as he came down on his knees. A bright light then encompassed him and he felt safe, like someone had saved him, like it would be alright. His ears rang with the dying screech of the vampires. When he opened his eyes, his eyes met the whiskey gold ones of the archangel. Gabriel helped him up, healed his wounds with a touch and took him to the impala. He however refused to search for Dean, who was now missing. Gabriel simply smirked and said “don’t worry golden boy, Deano is in the right place”. Sam groaned at the thought of another trick, but Gabe assured him that ‘he would thank him later’ before disappearing with the flutter of wings. It took hours of blindly searching before Sam remembered his locked up best friend. Hoping that you might help him (though it was highly unlikely) he hurriedly jogged to her room, the keys jiggling in his grasp. It was surprisingly quiet when he opened the door; the room seemed unnaturally unharmed. It was so unlike you to not do anything. His gun in hand, he crept in only to be met by soft snores by the couch. The TV was still on, Scooby Doo still scampering around. Dean was sprawled on the couch his head lolled back as he slept. His arm wrapped around your frame, holding you close as you snuggled in, deep in sleep. A smile crept on his face as he took in the scene. Guess he’d have to thank the archangel after all.

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softestseraph · 7 years

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Kitten [castiel]

This is my submission for @casbabydontgoineedyou‘s 1K challenge. Congrats on the accomplishment Katie, and I hope you enjoy :)

Prompt: #16 - “If cops show up, I don’t know you.”

Warnings: language(like, 3 words), adorable kittens and angels… thievery? weird condoms and mentions of sex, but very brief

A/N: Look, this was supposed to be a cute, funny little fic involving shenanigans at the store, but at some point i got really mushy, and at another point my jedi-cat compelled me to include him in the fic. It’s kind of a mess, but so is my life. Enjoy anyway :)

Word Count: 2,219

You shuffle into the kitchen, the sight of your half naked boyfriend leaning over a cereal bowl greeting you. Your eyebrows furrow. “Where’s the boys?” You ask Castiel, peeking around the corner into the hall. “They never skip breakfast.” You turn to the fridge and grab some milk while you wait for an answer. When silence greets you, you turn around to see why the ex-seraph is being so quiet, only to catch him sitting with a spoon halfway to his mouth, eyes fixed on your ass. “Cas,” you coo sarcastically, drawing his name out with a smirk spreading across your lips. Your blue-eyed lover snaps from his daze, shoving the spoon into his mouth as his cheeks flush and he avoids eye contact. You chuckle, amused by Castiel’s embarrassment. Despite being together nearly two years–both of which were filled to the brim with sex of all kinds–he still acts like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar sometimes.

“They’re in Iowa hunting a tulpa,” Castiel mumbles from around his mouthful of food. You hum in reply, occupied with fixing yourself breakfast. “Dean said they’ll be back in three days.”

You sit by Castiel, reflecting his happy smile when you place your feet in his lap and grab one of his hands. “Well, what do you wanna do?” You ask. “We’ve got three days of free time…” you trail off suggestively, wiggling your eyebrows and sending Cas an exaggerated wink.

To your surprise, Castiel ignores the innuendo (and suggestion). Instead he pulls out a crumbled piece of paper from the pocket of his sweatpants–the ones that hang just right, so you can always see those glorious hipbones and his cute tummy freckles. “We can go grocery shopping. Sam left a list.” You blink once, twice, thrice. Grocery shopping? Castiel chooses to go grocery shopping, over lazing about? Over sex?

“Okay, sure,” You say after a second-too-long of silence. “We’ll go in an hour,” you add, standing up. Castiel beams and you melt. Fuck him with his perfect face and his fucking amazing self. He nods enthusiastically and shoves the last spoonful of Cheerios in his mouth, grabbing your dishes and rushing to the sink. You thank him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind where he stands at the sink, and press a kiss to his shoulder. “I’m going to go shower, join me when you’re done,” you say before turning to leave. Castiel mumbles something in reply, but through the food it’s barely understandable.

You point towards the carts and Castiel dashes off, pulling a basket from the stack. After the two of you showered together–without sex, because shower sex is a tricky maneuver that takes longer than half an hour to pull off–you’d dressed and driven to the nearest convenience store. “Okay,” you start as Castiel appears back at your side. His eyes are roving over the store, finding pleasure in the brightly colored little Easter decorations scattered about. As a human, he’s found more time to just enjoy life and all it’s tiny little joys. Especially when he’s around you. He enjoys the way your eyelashes rest so delicately on your cheeks when you sleep, the way your hair flutters with every move you make, the gentle blush that glows on your face when you’re embarrassed, the way you gaze at him as if he is the most amazing thing you’ve ever stumbled upon. As an angel, Castiel hadn’t truly known love, he’d never felt it, nor been shown it. It was as foreign as freedom. He was told that his ‘family’ loved him, told that he had freedom, but it was all a facade. Until the Winchesters, he’d never really known freedom, and until you, he’d never really known love.

“Babe?” You repeat, waving a hand in Castiel’s face. He blinks, pulling his mind away from his thoughts and focusing on you. “You okay?” You ask, lips quirked and a small laugh escaping. “Get lost in La-La Land?”

“No, I was here,” Castiel replies, head adorably cocked in confusion. “I can no longer fly, remember?” He continues. Worry etches into the lines of his face and he rests a palm on your forehead, checking for a fever. “Are you sick, [Y/N]?”

You laugh and brush his hand away. “No, honey, it’s an expression.” At Castiel’s dubious look, you insists, “I’m fine, Cas, really.” You press a quick kiss to his lips as if to prove the point and draw his attention to the list. “Looks like we need paper towels.” You look up at Castiel, batting your eyelashes dramatically and holding an arm out. “Shall we, my love?”

Castiel, instead of hooking your arm with his, wraps his hand around yours and says, “Only if you’re sure you’re okay.” You nod, resting your head on his arm for a second before intertwining your fingers with his and leading Castiel toward the proper aisle. The two of you make your way down the fairly small list. Beer, bread, beef, pie, kale, chili… Castiel asks questions at every moment, his curiosity never waning, if you pass a stand of apples, he spews some random fact about apples, or if he spots a peculiar chip flavor, he places it in the cart. You answer his questions patiently, used to the newly-human-Castiel’s nature, and show interest in the randoms facts he’s collected from eons of life. When he places random items in the basket you wait until he’s distracted by something new and place it back on the shelf. In many ways, it’s akin to taking a child shopping.

You’re just about ready to check out, but you need to grab some more tampons real quick. You sigh upon seeing the rows of various boxes of tampons and pads, knowing that it is going to be a tedious search to find your specific brand and type. While you survey the options, Castiel wanders down the aisle a bit to where the sex accessories are. When you notice the silence, you turn to look for your blue-eyed boyfriend, only to see him standing by the condoms and lube. Uh oh. You walk over, trying to seem nonchalant to the couple other patrons perusing the self-care shelves. That all goes in the gutter when Castiel asks, loudly, I might add, “[Y/N], I don’t understand this. What is the necessity of size-enhancing, ribbed condoms?” He draws the attention of the nearby shoppers, and you rush over.

“Cas. put those back, please,” you beg, glancing around the two of you. “They’re just for added sensations when people have sex, it’s nothing.” You carefully pull the box from his hands, putting it back where it belongs.

“Would you like added sensations?” Castiel asks innocently, eyes flicking from a box of glow-in-the-dark condoms to your face. His query is, yet again, rather loud, drawing the attention of a mother and her teenage daughter picking out pads. The woman shoots you a glare, and the girl simply looks on in curiosity.

“No, Cas, normal condoms are fine,” you say, grabbing Castiel’s arm and pulling him away. “Let’s go, yeah?” You pose it as a question, but it’s really a demand. “We’re done in this aisle.” When you get away from that situation, you stop. “Okay, we just need to check out, and we’re done,” you announce, searching for the shortest line.

“This one,” Castiel says, pointing to a line that’s moving quickly. The two of you join the queue. Ten minutes later and you’re leaving the store, each of you carrying two bags. Your gaze is fixed on your gorgeous 1966 Chevelle when Castiel gets sidetracked. You come to a stop and turn around to see the once-seraph practically pressing his face against the glass of a pet-store window. You take the couple steps to join him and peek through the glass. Inside you see a single tuxedo kitten sitting there staring up at you. His wide green eyes and patch of white on his chin portray an expression of jaw-dropped awe, and the tip of his bushy tail flicks around excitedly. “Can we go in?” Castiel asks after a minute. You nod, completely entranced by the kitten and follow Castiel in. Both of you round the entrance and approach the little pen the kitty sits in. He meows when you get close, standing up on his stubby little legs and putting his paws on the wall, peering up at you. As if by Jedi mind power–something that cats seem to innately have–you and Castiel are impelled to crouch down and reach in to pet him. He purrs loudly as you run your fingers through his thick fur, Castiel scratching at his chin.

“Oh. My. God,” you whisper, utterly in love with this sweetheart of a cat. “Fuck, babe, I don’t think I can resist him,” you add. Castiel hums in agreement, both of you absorbed in petting the little creature. “I want him. Cas, can we have him? Please?” You plead, turning your gaze to Castiel. He looks at you wide eyed and shrugs. “Shit, wait, no. We don’t have the cash, and I didn’t bring any cards.” You frown.

“Perhaps we can come back,” Castiel says, disappointment lacing his tone as he casts his eyes back to the kitten. “Or maybe there is another way,” he adds after a bit, piercing blue eyes sending you a look. You squint, catching his gist, mind whirring.

Scanning the store for customers and employees, you turn to Castiel. “Grab him and go,” you hiss, pulling the grocery bags from his grip and standing. Castiel jumps into action immediately, carefully wrapping his hands around the tiny kitten and clutching him to his chest. You stand, moving for the entrance. Castiel follows closely, and the two of you dash out the door just as an employee catches you and shouts in annoyance. “Go, go!” You take off in a sprint.

The employee apparently grabbed his manager and coworkers, because now there are three prepubescent boys and a middle aged man on your tail. They yell at you to, “Come back with that cat!” You only run faster, panting. This was so a bad idea. Dammit, what the hell were you thinking? You glance over to Castiel, face painted with affliction. The middle-aged manager stops running, instead pulling out a phone. He dials something and brings it to his ear. Fuck.

“If cops show up, I don’t know you,” you grumble to Castiel, casting a furtive glance over your shoulder. Castiel rolls his impossibly-blue eyes in reply, shooting you a dubious glare. You put your hands up in surrender. “Look, babe, I didn’t get us into this situation,” you defend yourself. “You’re the one that said we needed to go grocery shopping.” You pick up your pace, the sleek cherry red of your car becoming clearer.

Castiel scoffs, fixing you with an incredulous look, despite the fact that the two of you are currently sprinting away from a pet store. “You’re the one who told me to grab him and go,” Castiel rebuts, looking down into his arms where the all tuxedo cat sits, unfazed, blinking up at the sky in wonder.

“But you gave me the idea in the first place!” You insist, the humor of the situation not lost on you. An ex-angel and a hunter sprinting away from a pet store with groceries and a stolen kitten in tow must be quite the image. “Shit, my keys are in my pocket,” you wheeze. Castiel immediately reaches over and pulls them out. He fumbles with them, trying to figure out how to work the fancy new fob you’d gotten. “Hurry, hurry.” You’re close to your destination now. Castiel unlocks the doors. You swing the driver door open, clambering in and haphazardly throwing the groceries in the backseat. You start the engine and Castiel climbs in just as you begin pulling away. You peel out of the parking lot right in time for the pet-store workers to reach your previous parking spot. It’s quiet for a minute while you put some distance between the two of you and the store. “Fuck,” you laugh out, gaze darting to Castiel. He beams widely at you, teeth glinting and eyes squinting as he laughs freely. That’s another thing about being human, he’s laughed more in the past month than he had in the previous eons of existence.

You pull over into a parking lot when you feel you’re in the safe, and throw the car in park. “We now own a cat,” you say, reaching over to pet the fluffy ball of purring love that Castiel holds in his lap.

“Yes, we do,” Castiel confirms. He smiles happily down at the cat before fixing you with an affectionate look. “We’re parents.” You laugh and nod, leaning across to peck his pink lips. He reciprocates before pulling away and fixing you with a serious expression. “We should name him Jack.” At your inquiring look he continues, “Dean introduced me to the Pirates of the Caribbean.” Castiel blushes lightly and you snicker, thinking of the scene where Jack Sparrow–sorry, Captain Jack Sparrow–ran across the beach, feeling as if your experience was very similar.

“Jack, I like that,” you say, rubbing Jack’s ears. “Now, time to go shopping for cat things.”

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mamaredd123 · 7 years

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Save Myself

A/N: This is not my best work so sorry about that. Also, not beta’d, all errors are my own.

On a side note, I had never heard this song before I signed up for Lexi’s challenge. But I totally loved it. You can listen here if you don’t know it Save Myself by Ed Sheeran

@mysteriouslyme81 Ed Sheeran Challenge

Song Prompt: Save Myself

@impalaimagining 3K Celebration Challenge

Prompts: Cry Me A River by Justin Timberlake and “You risked my ass on a hunch?”

@casbabydontgoineedyou 1K Follower Challenge

Prompt: “You’re the insufferable one.”

@butiaintgonnaloveem Baby’s Big 50 Writing Challenge

Song Prompt: Doing it for my baby by Huey Lewis

@little-red-83 Red’s Love Your Flaws Writing Challenge

Prompts: anxiety, chronic bitch face, quiet, tall and How Do I Live by Trisha Yearwood

PAIRING: Dean x Reader

WARNINGS: angst, character death

WORD COUNT: 2443

I stormed into the bar and plopped my ass on a stool. Angrily, I motioned for the bartender to get me a double shot of bourbon. I glanced around the bar and was relieved to see that it was fairly empty. The music was definitely not the best I thought as I listened to the melody coming from the jukebox in the corner.

‘Don't it make you sad about it? You told me you love me Why did you leave me all alone Now you tell me you need me When you call me on the phone Girl I refuse You must have me confused with some other guy The bridges were burned Now it's your turn, to cry Cry me a river’

That damn Dean! I seriously wish I had never met him. Sometimes I think he does things to deliberately piss me off. Just like tonight.

The hunt wasn’t an easy one but we knew that going in. We all knew what we were supposed to be doing though. Dean, the all mighty, decided at the last minute decided to change it up. So instead of us catching the werewolves off guard, they heard us coming and one got the jump on me as I was going for the back door.

I gently rubbed the bandages under my jeans. The cut had been deeper than I thought originally. It would heal but it was going to hurt like a bitch in the morning. I motioned for another double shot and was nursing it when I heard the door to the bar slam open. Great, four bars in this town and he had to come to the one I was in, I thought to myself.

“What the fuck is wrong with you Y/N?” Dean asked as he sat beside me.

“Me?” I asked unbelievingly. “How about what is wrong with you?”

“I had a hunch so I jumped on it.”

“You have got to be kidding me. You risked my ass on a hunch?”

“Sam had your back.”

“I didn’t need Sam to have my back. If you would have just done like we were all supposed to then it would have all been fine,” I practically screamed at him. “But no, Mister I Know Better decided to change the plan at the last second and now my leg is slashed wide the fuck open.”

I swallowed the last of my drink and slammed the glass down on the bar. Without even taking another look at Dean, I skyrocketed out of the bar and away from him. If he knew what was good for him he would keep his distance from me for a while.

Limping down the street, I pulled my headphones out and plugged them into my phone. I seriously needed to calm down before I got back to the motel. Putting my playlist on shuffle, I headed over to the dock. Good old Huey Lewis began singing in my ears. I hummed along to the lyrics as I walked.

‘Early in the morning, I'm still in bed She comes to me with sweet affection Wakes me with kisses, hello sleepyhead Gets me moving in the right direction I do my best to give her love that lasts forever It seems like everything I do I'm doing better Doing it all for my baby Because she's as fine as she can be I'm doing it all for my baby’

By the time I reached the dock I was calmed down somewhat. I leaned against the railing and stared out across the water replaying tonight’s events. As I stood there thinking about everything, I realized that I probably did over react.

‘How do I get through one night without you If I had to live without you What kinda life would that be Oh I need you in my arms, need you to hold You are my world, my heart, my soul If you ever leave Baby you would take away Everything good in my life And tell me now How do I live without you? I want to know How do I breathe without you?’

Trisha’s words detoured my memories back towards when I first met Dean. The world hadn’t been too kind to me back then and I had made sure to return the favor. Abandoned at birth and raised in an orphanage, I learned early on how to fight. I have always been tall, for a woman five feet eleven inches was too tall unless you were some hundred pound Victoria Secret’s model and the word model would never be used to describe me. This wonderful attribute of myself, combined with my weight, made me forever a target by those around me in the orphanage.

When I was finally released out into the world on my own, I still had to fight and claw for every single thing I needed or wanted. It wasn’t too long out on my own when a friend of mine had me committed for six month to have my anxiety and depression treated when I let it all get to me too much and had a nervous breakdown. To this day, I don’t know which place was worse, the orphanage or the psych hospital.

After that little vacation, I was back out and fighting again. It always seemed like the world was fighting against my actual existence. Nothing was ever easy and nothing ever went as it should have. Clothes designed for girls never fit me right, not with shoulders like a man. Job openings that I was qualified for? Never got them. Trying to find men that weren’t looking UP at me? Not too many of them. Sex? Well, I won’t even go there. I was literally on the verge of giving up completely, ending it all, when I had my first run in with the “supernatural”. That was when I met Dean.

My first run in with all things creepy as hell was a real life werewolf. Evidently Dean and Sam had been tracking it though and they swooped in and saved me. I don’t know what Dean ever saw in me, especially since he has always teased me about my resting bitch face. But he saw something and has kept me around ever since.

Dean has been my rock and I never do anything but give him hell about it. Some girlfriend I turned out to be. Shaking my head, I decide to head back to the motel and apologize. I turn around, still humming along to the tunes in my head, and limp my way back.

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“Dean?” I called out as I opened the motel door.

“In here,” he answered.

I walked in the and crossed the room to the bathroom. Leaning against the door frame, I watched as he finished shaving. He was standing there with a towel wrapped around his waist, droplets of water still lingering on his skin.

“Feeling better?” he asked with a touch of sarcasm.

Silently, I nodded.

“Don’t get quiet on me again. You sure had plenty to say earlier.”

“Don’t Dean. I came to say I’m sorry not for you to get me riled up again.”

“God, Y/N. I can never win with you can I?” he asked as he wiped the shaving cream from his face.

My stomach started knotting up as I heard that tone of voice. I hated suffering from anxiety. It always had me wound up way before anything happened. I knew he wasn’t going to make this easy for me I could tell already but I really didn’t want to fight with him anymore. I just wanted to make peace and feel him love me.

“Dean please,” I begged.

“No damn it. I have had enough. You never talk. You always have those fucking migraines from stressing over everything, over nothing really. Then, when you are in enough pain to put an elephant down, you lash out at me like everything is my fault. I have had enough Y/N. I can’t do this anymore.”

“What are you saying to me Dean?”

“I'm done. Just like I said, I can’t do this anymore.”

I stood there looking at him and had absolutely no idea what to say. Deep down I think I knew this day would come but part of me had hoped that destiny had planned this out in a good way for me. I should have known better.

“Why Dean? Why now? Seven years down the road, nothing has changed with me. I am still the girl you found. Anxiety, depression, mood swings, everything is still here. Why are you just now at odds with who I am?”

“Because I thought time with us, time understanding how things were, would help you realize you weren’t alone. I have been here for you, mile after mile, night after night, but nothing I do has helped. I’m sorry.”

“You did help me Dean but you know what, it’s all good and well. If this is how you really feel, I don’t need you at all.”

“Damn it Y/N you are insufferable!”

“No, you’re the insufferable one!” I yelled back at him.

I reached for the keys on the dresser and snatched them up. Storming once again, I raced from the motel room. As I approached my truck I caught a glimpse of Sam peaking out of his room. Guess I slammed the door closed a little too hard.

I tried to jam the key into the door handle but it wouldn’t go. I must have grabbed his keys instead of mine. So be it! He wanted to show his ass then that was fine. I would take his Baby instead of my truck. Marching over to the Impala, I had no problems fitting the key in the lock. Slamming the door behind me, I turned the engine over.

As I backed out of the parking lot, I glanced in the rear view mirror and saw Dean and Sam both standing at their doors. The only thought that went through my mind was good, this will show him.

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I don’t know how long it has been since I left the motel. All I remember is driving through town. There had been a red light I think. I tried to shake the fussiness from my brain as I tried to sort out what had happened.

The light had been green as I approached it that much I was sure of. As I grasped at the seat belt holding me in place I recalled the other vehicle. It seemed like it was a truck because the lights set up higher. There wasn’t much else I could remember after that. I guessed that the truck had run the light and hit me.

I leaned against the seat, having no strength at all to try to unbuckled the seat belt. My vision was fading in and out. I could hear people around me but I couldn’t understand what they were saying. I strained to look out the windshield but I couldn’t see much. I saw some feet and a ton of broken glass everywhere. Nothing I was seeing made any sense. Most of what I could see was so blurry except one lady. She was crystal clear as she leaned over and looked at me through the crumpled door frame. I heard her whisper ‘It’s time Y/N. Let’s go.’

Dean! Dean was the only thought I could coherently process. He was going to be so pissed because I wrecked his Baby. Would he remember how much I loved him? Or would the only thing he remembered be that I totaled her?

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Two years later……

“Dean you have to snap out of this shit,” Sam said.

“I don't have to do anything but keep fighting.”

“Dude I love you but enough is enough.”

Dean looked at his brother and then walked away. Y/N’s death had hollowed out a space inside him that nothing would ever fill. He had loved her so much. Dean walked over to the juke box and looked over the selections. After settling on one, he deposited his coins in the coin slot. As the lyrics came through the speakers he leaned against the wall and tried to make his soul understand the words.

‘I gave all my oxygen to people that could breathe I gave away my money and now we don't even speak I drove miles and miles but would you do the same for me Oh, honestly?

Offered up my shoulder just for you to cry upon Gave you constant shelter and a bed to keep you warm They gave me the heartache and in return I gave a song It goes on and on

Life can get you down so I just numb the way it feels I drown it with a drink and out of date prescription pills And all the ones that love me, they just left me on the shelf, no farewell So before I save someone else, I've got to save myself

I gave you all my energy and I took away your pain Cause human beings are destined to radiate or drain What line do we stand upon cause from here it looks the same? And only scars remain

But if I don't then I'll go back to where I'm rescuing a stranger Just because they needed saving, just like that Oh I'm here again, between the devil and the danger But I guess it's just my nature My dad was wrong, cause I'm not like my mum Cause she'd just smile and I'm complaining in a song, but it helps So before I save someone else, I've got to save myself

Life can get you down so I just numb the way it feels Or drown it with a drink and out of date prescription pills And all the ones that love me, they just left me on the shelf, no farewell So before I save someone else, I've got to save myself And before I blame someone else, I've got to save myself And before I love someone else, I've got to love myself’

Dean sipped at his beer and thought to himself that maybe that guy had it right. Maybe if he had saved himself first, maybe he would have been able to save Y/N.

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not-moose-squad · 7 years

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Rebound Girl Pt. 3

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x reader

Word Count: ~2000

Warnings: fluff, even though it’s not in this chapter: Anti Danneel

Summary: Everything seems fine until someone shows up at your front door. haha sorry this summary really sucks

A/N: Part 3 to my series that is my entry for @casbabydontgoineedyou‘s 1k follower challenge.

Catch up here

Part 3

Reader’s POV

During dinner you didn’t say a word. You weren’t sure if you would have bolted if you could have. Maybe you shouldn’t have met him just yet and still taken some time to think about everything.

“I am here because I want to be in a relationship with you, because I see a future with you by my side”. Jensen’s words lingered in your head. He sounded so sincere, so honest. It made your heart race and maybe, just maybe, it let your imagination run wild. A future with him would include everything you ever wanted to have with him. Marriage, kids, growing old together with dozens of grand kids who played in your garden, the Impala parked in your garage and Jensen would take you on spontaneous rides on your anniversaries… your mind played out various scenarios.

This was what you wanted. This and nothing else. Tears sprang to your eyes and you quickly looked down on your food, putting another mouthful on your fork, to suppress them. If the thought alone of you being with Jensen could make you this happy how happy could you be if you actually were with Jensen?

Soon the both of you were done eating. You appreciated that Jensen didn’t push you to talk – or to decide. This would have probably pushed you further away than closer to him. But on the other hand you had made your decision and you just waited for the right moment to announce it. You decided to do the only right thing there was to do.

It didn’t take long and one of the waiters came to clear the table. None of you ordered dessert but you wanted a glass of your favorite wine and Jensen ordered another one of his Scotch’s. When the waiter had left you looked at Jensen and smiled.

“Okay.”

You saw the confusion on Jensen’s face. He repeated what you said, not knowing what you were referring to. It was adorable to see his brain working but not coming to a conclusion. Again you smiled and took his hand in yours, gently squeezing it.

“You are right. I don’t know where this will take us but I’m willing to try this with you.”

You saw Jensen’s face light up in a way you had never seen before. His eyes sparkled and he smiled his signature smile, just with a new spark… of love?

Jensen inched closer to you and looked you in the eyes. “Really?”

You only nodded, inching a bit closer to him as well. You hoped that he would finally make the last steps and pressed his lips onto yours but he didn’t. Biting your lower lip you already started to back away slightly when he gently squeezed your hand.

“I would like to kiss you right now?”

Your heart began to race even more. The way he said it, so sweet and innocent, made you smile. There wasn’t anything left to say so you nodded and then you felt his lips onto yours.

The kiss was exactly like you dreamed your first kiss with Jensen would be. Only that you weren’t in your bed imagining it but he was truly kissing you. It felt like everything had stopped; the world stopped turning, the time stopped running and every storm inside of you calmed down but it also felt as if everything was set on fire. Goosebumps spread all over your body and you could hear your heart beating in your ear. It felt so right; so perfect. His lips were soft and warm and he kissed you carefully, as if he was afraid of asking too much of you, but passionate. Maybe it was even better than you had ever imagined your first kiss would be.

Unfortunately it was over way to soon. You could have kissed him forever. Just when your lips parted you saw the waiter reappear with your drinks. He smiled and while he put down the drinks in front you he said something that sounded like “I thought you guys would never make it” and you giggled.

“I am glad you give me a chance”, Jensen whispered when the waiter left.

“I know I gave you a hard time but it really threw me off when you admitted your feelings and… I was afraid. Like I said, if this goes sideways I won’t just lose you as my boyfriend but also my best friend. But I am in love with you for almost four years and I’d be stupid if I didn’t give us a chance.”

Jensen waved you with your head over to him and you gladly got up and over to him, on his lap. You snuggled up to him, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. Taking in his scent a lot of memories came to your mind. It reminded you of all the warm summer nights in Dallas you had spent sitting on a roof and watching the stars and of all the other good things you had experienced together.

“YN, I promise you, you won’t lose me. Not as your boyfriend and especially not as your best friend. My feelings for you won’t change. And yes, maybe I should have waited a little while longer but when I left Danneel… I saw how bad she was for me, how she poisoned my heart. And then there you were and you brought the life back into me – more than you ever had before.” He kissed you on the top of your head and you felt him press you even harder into him. “And if you want to we can take it slow. No expectations, YN, just you and me enjoying what we feel right now, okay?” Again he pressed his lips to your hair and you smiled.

“That sounds perfect, Jensen!” Was all you answered.

Then you realized that the sun was setting and you smiled. The evening couldn’t get any better. You and Jensen were a thing now and you were sitting in his lap, watching the sunset on the roof of your favorite restaurant.

Jensen’s POV I was awake before YN was but I didn’t mind. It gave me a chance to enjoy her sleeping beauty. She was lying next to me, one hand under her mouth, the other arm was stretched out behind her. One leg was bend and her knee almost touched her elbow of the arm that she had under her face and the other one was stretched out, just like her arm. And she was drooling on her hand. Her hair was a mess and leftovers of her mascara were smudged under her eyes.

Shaking my head I bit my lip. I couldn’t believe that she was my girl now. I replayed yesterday’s evening in my head over and over again. I would have never thought that such a simple word as okay would change everything. Especially after the bumpy start of the evening.

I softly reached out to her and let my fingertips trace the outline of her forearm. YN let out a content sigh and for a second I was afraid I would have woken her up. A smile spread on her lips and she moved so that she was left in the fetal position. Pressing one last, soft kiss to her forehead, I got up.

Jared and I didn’t need to be on set until this afternoon so there was no need to hurry and I decided to surprise YN with breakfast.

This was probably the happiest morning I’d had in a long time, especially when considering the last two weeks. I prepared pancakes and scrambled eggs with bacon, made coffee and even freshly pressed orange juice. Additionally I sliced strawberries and a watermelon. Just when I had set everything on a tray I heard the soft patting of bare feet on my floor.

“G’morning”, YN said and rubbed her eyes. Then a little yawn escaped her and she laughed shyly. “Sorry.”

“Good morning, babe”, I said and went over to her to hug her. Still having one of my arms wrapped around her waist, I kissed her.

Then her head peaked around me and she smiled. “Wow, you made all of that?” I nodded proudly. “You know, Ackles, you shouldn’t raise my expectations. I could get used to that quite easily.”

Again, I kissed her. “I wouldn’t mind going to the end of the world for you every morning.”

YN started to double with laughter and I let go of her, looking at her suspiciously. Man, I’m trying to be cute and she laughs at me!

“Nice try, Jay, but I don’t need this cheesy crap. I just want my Jensen the way I have known him for all my life. And a cup of coffee.”

I bit my lip. I almost wanted to say these famous three words already but I know it would have been way too soon to say them. Especially as we wanted to take it slow. I had never been someone to say I love you easily but with YN I somehow couldn’t wait to finally say it.

“Urgh, I hate that I need to go”, I said against YN’s lips. She pressed hers against mine one last time and then she opened the door and basically kicked me out.

“Jensen, go. Clif is already waiting and you won’t be gone long. I’ll be here when you come back tonight.”

I quickly pressed my lips on hers again. “You are perfect!”

YN laughed and said that I should tell her something she wouldn’t know and then I made my way reluctantly over to the car where Clif and Jared were waiting already. When I opened the door, loud cheering and applause greeted me.

“Finally, man!” Jared said and hugged me, playfully slapping my shoulder. Clif fist-bumped and congratulated me. “It was about damn time, Ackles!”

Readers POV

You closed the door and leaned against it, a stupidly big smile was plastered on your face. Wow. It felt so good to be with Jensen, to feel his lips on yours whenever you wanted, be close to him whenever you wanted. Even closer than you had ever been.

Shaking your head you rolled your eyes, but still smiled. It was insane. You were in love with your best friend and your best friend was in love with you as well. Your life couldn’t be better. You pushed yourself away from the door and made your way to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

As all of your clothes were still at the hotel you decided that it wouldn’t kill yourself if you took one of Jensen’s shirts and boxers. Placing them on the edge of the bathtub you undressed and then got into the shower.

To feel the hot water on your skin was amazing and it relaxed your tensed muscles. It seemed as if you were washing away all the tension of the last two weeks and especially of yesterday’s evening. You used Jensen’s body wash and shampoo and relished in its smell and liked the idea of smelling like him. It would almost be as if he was here.

If he was here… There were many other nice things you could do. While the water rained down on you, you tilted your head so that it hit the crook of your neck and you imagined that it was Jensen kissing you there and that it weren’t your hands that wandered along your body but his. A soft whimper escaped you but your thoughts were stopped dead as the doorbell rang.

At first you wanted to ignore it, use the time you had for yourself to yourself but after a few seconds the bell rang and whoever it was then kept ringing the stupid bell. You growled annoyed and turned the hot water off. This could have got a hell of a lot nicer if you only would have had a bit more time.

You quickly tied one of the bathing towels around your body and headed for the door. You faked a smile when you opened the door but it died when you saw who was standing there.

She cocked her eyebrows and crossed her arms. “I knew you were cheap but I didn’t expect you to be this pathetic.”

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plaidstiel-wormstache · 7 years

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Different Kind of Love

@casbabydontgoineedyou - congrats on your 1k, lovely! This is for your challenge. As discussed, the only supernatural reference is the fact that Jensen Ackles is in this. Thank you to my brilliant friend @whispersandwhiskerburn for being a marvelous Beta. Angel is a delight to work with, and I say work with because she really puts her all in to making sure you’re delivering the best you can. Hope you like the ending(ish), Angel - it’s for you!

A/N: This is gonna be interesting if you haven’t watched Ten Inch Hero or aren’t familiar with the actors names - but you’ll figure it out, I’m sure... good luck. Prompt: I can’t believe you’re not in the mood to argue. Warnings: fluff, confusion, awkwardness... Summary: While filming on the set of Ten Inch Hero, YN longs to catch the eye of a cast mate... but will another get in the way?

“You know he has his eye on Danneel, right?” Clea whispered, nudging my shoulder and following my gaze towards the two actors who were currently flirting. I gave a short hmph and turned my attention to Clea, glaring. “YN.” Johnny called, probably looking to go over lines or something. I raised an eyebrow at Clea and left her looking confused. “What’s up?” He pulled me under his arm as I approached, trapping me in a headlock. I wrapped my arms around his waist, complying and going with it so he couldn’t throw me off balance. “Thought I’d save you.” He said, ruffling my hair and laughing as I tightened my grip around him in a tight retaliatory bear hug that made him grunt. “Save me? Is that what you call this?” I asked, pushing against him, wrestling to get him off me. “I see you’re staring again.” He muttered, loosening his grip, stumbling forward when I pushed him in the back, freeing my head. “And? A girl can look!” I defended, flattening my hair and glancing back at my cast mates, Jensen and Danneel. “You’re gonna get caught looking one day, kid.” He warned quietly. I rolled my eyes and punched his arm. “And maybe that’s when we fall madly in love!” I gave him the cheesiest smile I could. “I can’t believe you’re not in the mood to argue!” Johnny teased, trying to poke my side as I swatted at him, the smile still in place. “Lines?” I asked, not-so-subtly changing the topic and pulling him toward the table in the small cafe set.

I tapped my pen against the pad, looking over the lot. I was an early riser and often sat on top of the supply trailer in the mornings watching the busy worker ants that were the crew, set up for the day. I turned when the corner of the roof creaked in time to see Danneel taking the last step off the ladder. “Whatcha doing?” She asked, folding her legs beneath her and sitting. She wrapped an arm around my shoulders, rubbing my arm against the frosty morning air. I relaxed into her side and smiled at her, then noticed more movement. Jensen’s head popped up over the last wrung, he took another step up and rested his arms on the roof. He followed Danneel around set most days like a lovesick puppy, which was unfortunate for me and my plot to for alone time with my talented co-worker. “Told Dee we might find you up here.” He offered as a greeting, and I smiled in return. “You were looking for me?” I aimed the question at the long-haired brunette, and she shrugged in response. “Yeah. What do you do up here all the time anyway?” “Write.” I answered, turning the pad of paper over and away from prying eyes. “Gonna let me read it?” She asked, her smile tempting... but I wasn’t ready to let anyone read it just yet. “Probably not!” I laughed at her pout, annoyed when Jensen did to, noticing the small flick of her eyes in his direction. “Oh, come on, Y/N. Please?” I shook my head no, blushing at her tone. “Why not? I’m sure it’s great.” “Tell you what, I’ll send you the first copy if I’m ever brave enough to get it published.” I promised. “What’s it about?” Jensen asked, the small smile always playing at the corner of his mouth when Dee was around. It annoyed me to no end, yet I couldn’t be mad at him for smiling, right? “Romance, love triangles... heartbreak.” I blurted, but thankfully managed to keep my tone matter-of-fact. I’d found that it was easier for people to brush off something they might not like if they could treat it as a joke without being worried about offending anyone. I looked between the two for a reaction; Danneel was chewing her lip and Jensen was staring at his hands, deep in thought. “Don’t worry, no sparkly vampires or anything like that.” I reassured, making them both laugh. “Sounds good! You promise me the first copy?” Danneel pleaded, pulling me into her side. I nodded, glad she didn’t read into my statement too far.

“That’s a wrap!” David called, coming out from the tent on the beach and hugging Noah who was closest. I turned into Clea’s arms and gave her a tight squeeze. Tears were already flowing by the time I made it to Danneel. “You’re an incredible actress; don’t let anyone ever tell you differently.” I whispered to her, losing my breath as she tightened her grip around me. “See you in LA.” She replied. My breath hitched, and I pulled her back to arms length. “What? LA?” I asked, and she nodded excitedly. “Yeah, I got that role.” She explained, but my mind wasn’t working. The adrenaline and emotion were buzzing like flies around my brain, clouded any thought I could form, and Dee must’ve seen it. “You know. The movie, ‘Thelma and Louise, but hotter’?” She quoted, wagging her eyebrows. My mouth dropped open before a squeal erupted from me, surprising both of us. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” I accused, pulling her back into a hug, silencing any answer she might have given. “Alright, alright.” Jensen said, pulling us apart and bringing me into a huge hug. “Can we talk later?” He murmured into my hair, giving me a quick and gentle pat on the back before releasing me. I nodded at him, still smiling ear to ear, the exciting news still reverberating around my skull.

“YNN! Wait up.” Jensen called as I headed toward the toilet at the wrap party. I turned and waited for him to emerge past the closest group of crew. “Hey!” I greeted, ducking under his arm as he wrapped it around my shoulder. “Hey yourself!” He began guiding me toward the corner of the bar, and I clamped my bladder down and took a deep breath. Emotions were flowing as freely as the alcohol, which made me wonder what Jensen was up to, as it wasn’t a smile plastered on his face like everyone else, but a concerned frown. “So…” Jensen started awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. “You wanted to talk?” I questioned, hopefully giving him the go ahead to say what he wanted. “Yeah… umm,” He swallowed thick, I raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Out with it, Ackles!” I said, slapping his arm as he started to look pale. “Right, well… Umm … I’m sorry, YNN, but I’m-- Dee and I… we’re,” He paused as he saw my face fall; I couldn’t help the display of emotion as I filled in the blanks of his statement with the obvious conclusion. It sucked to be right, and it was embarrassing that he knew enough about my crush and felt the need to break it to me. “I’m sorry.” He offered, touching my arm until I looked back up at him. “Don’t be sorry, Ackles.” I shrugged, the alcohol guiding my thoughts down a less pitiful path, “She doesn’t know what she’s missing.” I explained, with a cheeky smile. “What?” Jensen asked, leaning in closer, “She? You-- You like her?” He seemed baffled. “Duh. Isn’t that what...” I said,glancing out at our beautiful costar dancing with the others. I looked back to Jensen, his eyes darting to and fro as well, the cogs in his brain working overtime. “Oh my sweet little Ackles, you thought I … dude! I’m sorry.” I laughed, clapping his shoulder, “But if I ever change my mind, you’ll be the first on my list.” I flashed him a large smile and saw relief flash across his face before he chuckled and nodded. I couldn’t help but look forward to working closer with Danneel in LA; maybe I could win her over there! After all, LA is where all the magic happens--maybe it could work some magic here too.

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hola-arya · 7 years

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“You Could Drag Me Through Hell”

A/N: Okay, I have a bunch of stuff to say. First, this is for @casbabydontgoineedyou‘s writing challenge, and it’s two weeks late, which I am so insanely sorry about. My life somehow turned into me not being home for more than 20 minutes a day until after 9:30, and I have not logged onto Tumblr once in all that time. I’ve had everything from muscial rehearsals, to Band and Choir concerts, to studying for finals, to traveling all day on several days to meet family, and return home. Secondly, this is my first piece of fanfiction EVER, so I apologize for the cringe attacks that will ensue. Thirdly, because I have just started writing, I suck at titles, so sorry about that. Fourthly, I hope you can maybe enjoy this tiny piece of writing. Thanks!

Prompt: “You could drag me through hell”

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: One F-bomb

Word Count: 463

You and Castiel laughed hysterically at the last entry in your poetry book. You two had been sitting on your bed for hours, skipping around the pages of what you called your “Banter Book.”

“Okay Cas, we can read one more poem, and then I’m going to bed. I’m fucking exhausted.”

“Fine” the angel pouted, and you were glad you would only need to spend three minutes more talking to him as his friend, and not the love you always wanted to be. Castiel cleared his throat before he started, and when he did, you thought you'd die from embarrassment.

“You could drag me through hell, and I would still be by your side, fixated on you under your spell.” You're eyes widened when you heard the first words of a poem that you had not meant to be inside your Banter Book.

“You could lead me to the edge of the Earth, tell me to forsake everything, and without a second’s hesitation, I myself would fling.” You ran from the room, Cas reading your words becoming too much for you to bear. You didn't hear anything for a few minutes as he continued to read your poem, and then there were the footsteps that you could easily distinguish as the angel’s. He came up to you and wrapped his arms around your sitting, curled figure.

“Y/N? It appears your mood has not improved with me trying to comfort you?” He was asking for an explanation, one that you couldn't give him without humiliating yourself.

“I do not know much about emotions, especially ones such as love, but you must tell the person you were writing this to how you feel. It's the only way you'll get closure.” You laughed at the thought.

“What's so funny?” The angel cocked his head in question, genuinely wondering what you found so humorous. Well, I might as well just tell him. Maybe I can finally move on if I do.

“It's kind of amusing that you're the one giving me advice on what to say to you.” The look seraph´s eyes went from that of confusion to one of affection.

“Do you really think you're so invisible to me, that not a day goes by that I'm not worried about you, that I would drag you through hell? Y/N, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, and when I told the Winchesters, they told me it was best that I keep it to myself, but now I wish I had shouted it from the rooftops. I love you, Y/N.” You pulled Cas’ face towards yours tentatively, and his lips found yours. When you pulled away, he smiled at you and pulled you towards him again, exactly where you wanted to be.

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summer-binging-spn · 7 years

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Rumors

Word Count: 1,747

Warnings: Mean girls (I mean like mean people being awful), sadness, mention of death, sort of angsty, sort of fluffy, language

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Author’s Note: This is my submission for @casbabydontgoineedyou 1k writing challenge. The prompt I chose was I hear she talks to angels, it’s italicized.

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“I hear she talks to angels,” Jenny, one of the few rude hunters whispers at her friends.

“No way, that’s insane. There’s no such thing,” her friend Becky whispers back.

“They’re just rumors, I don’t know if they’re true,” Jenny says.

“Hi Jenny, what can I get you?” you ask softly, interrupting their gossip.

“An angel to finish my hunts for me,” she grins, knowing this will get under your skin.

“Sorry, we don’t serve that here, how about something that’s actually on the menu?”

“But you don’t actually hunt anymore do you Y/n? The angels do it for you?” Jenny taunts.

“You know as well as I do that I hunt alone, no one helps me,” you mumble.

“Awe c’mon, just give us a sneak peak at this angel of yours,” Becky pleads.

“No, that’s not how someone treats their friend,” you say, softer, thinking about those blue eyes and that dark, messy hair.

“Oh so little Y/n finally made a friend,” at this point you are fuming, they are the only reason you never had friends in high school.

“Fuck you,” you growl and storm towards the back.

“I quit. After tonight, I’m done,” you inform your boss as you make your way to the break room. Tears start streaming down your face and you can’t help but think about how much like high school this is. Jenny and Becky were constantly tormenting you because you weren’t ever good enough, pretty enough, or athletic enough.

“Hello Y/n,” Cas’ voice startles you, making you jump and he watches you curiously as you regain composure.

“I don’t think I prayed,” you mumble to yourself.

“I felt your distress, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you lie.

“I believe you’re lying,” he says softly.

“Cas don’t worry about it, it’s just these girls I went to high school with,” you mumble.

“What did they do?” he asks curiously.

“They’re just teasing me because one of my only friends is an angel, and they keep saying that the angels hunt for me,” you answer.

“Where are these girls? I would like a word with them, you haven’t been speaking with other angels, right? Just me?” he asks.

“You and Balthazar,” you mumble.

“Has he been hunting for you?” Cas asks and you start laughing softly.

“Of course not, do you think he’s gonna hunt? The only angel I pray to while hunting, and that’s only if it’s an actual emergency, is you,” you reassure him.

“Okay,” he mumbles and walks towards the door.

“Where are you going?”

“To meet these girls,” you lead him to their table.

“Jenny, Becky this is-“

“Castiel I am an Angel of the Lord,”

“Yeah, you’re an angel and I’m a nun,” Jenny cackles.

“If you are a nun, where is your habit?”

“She’s not serious Cas, she’s being sarcastic,” you whisper.

“Oh, well I could probably perform a minor miracle to prove I am an Angel of the Lord,” Cas offers.

“Cas it’s fine, we don’t have to prove anything to them,” you mumble.

“A guy like that could never be an angel, he’s too plain. Aren’t angels supposed to be beautiful?” Jenny snickers as you walk away.

“What did you just say?” you demand as you turn around.

“I said angels are supposed to be beautiful, your friend is plain,” Jenny says it slowly, as if you’re the stupid one in the situation.

“I will have you know his true form is as big as the Chrysler building, and this ‘man’ you are talking about is beautiful. His name was Jimmy, and he gave his life to save the world, I ‘d like to see one of you whores do that,” you growl.

“What did you call us?” Becky demands.

“Whores, you will screw anything that’s walking Becky, get with the program. And I’m sure, you think Cas’ vessel is plain, but to me he’s perfect, his eyes are the most beautiful shade of blue, his hair is mused perfectly, and he’s the perfect height, so that when I hug him I can breathe in everywhere he’s been, ” your voice softens at the end. You feel a hand on your arm and you are no longer in the Roadhouse, you are in a beautiful room with tables and chairs and so many books.

“Where are we?” you ask softly.

“The Winchesters’ bunker,” he answers.

“Why? You know they told me they never wanted to see me after I got Quinn killed,” you mumble, thinking of the best friend you lost.

“Her death wasn’t your fault,” he says.

“They think it was,”

“Do you really think I’m perfect?” Cas asks softly.

“Of course,”

“But I killed all those people, I let the Leviathan out, I betrayed the boys,” Cas starts listing mistakes, and with every mistake he lists his face falls a little further, his eyes get a little sadder.

“But you thought you were doing the right thing at the time, and now you know you’ve made mistakes, now you can learn from them. The only good thing to come from mistakes is the experience,” you interrupt him.

“Oh,” he whispers and you hear a door open.

“Cas they can’t see me here, they hate me,” you panic. He pulls you to him and starts kissing you.

“Cas, we’re back,” Dean’s voice echoes through the room.

“Woah, sorry bud,” Dean mumbles and you hear his footsteps trailing away from the room you and Cas are in.

“Sorry, it was just the first thing I thought of doing,” Cas blushes.

“It’s okay, I was hoping you’d kiss me,” you breathe.

“I should probably take you back home,” he says.

“I quit my job, I was evicted last week. I guess you can take me to my car,” you mumble and avoid his gaze.

“Maybe you can stay here,” he offers.

“No, I can’t have the boys angry at you too,” you mumble.

“I’ll talk to them, they’ll understand,” Cas insists.

“Who are we talking to?” Dean asks. You look up at Cas, panic-stricken and you remain turned away from Dean.

“I need to speak with you and Sam,”

“About what?” Dean asks.

“Y/n,” the room gets so quiet the only thing you can hear is breathing.

“No, we’ve been through this, she screwed up, and I will not have her endangering Sam’s life again,” Dean barks and you crumple, soft sobs break through your mouth and Cas holds you close.

“You think I wanted her to die? You think I wanted you two hurt? You think I wanted to hurt like this?” you cry at the older Winchester and you make your way towards him.

“We used to be so close and because I messed up on one hunt, you can’t forgive me,” you yell and he backs up.

“I never said I can’t forgive you, I said I can’t have you endangering Sam,” he bites back.

“Dean,” Cas warns.

“What Cas? You want me to sugar coat it? You want me to tell her the only reason I was her friend was because I pitied her,” Dean barks, and it’s like someone has punched you in the chest. You had once, drunkenly admitted to him how you feared that he and Sam were only your friends out of pity.

“What?” you whisper.

“Oh don’t act so surprised,”

“I thought you two were my friends, I thought I could trust you,”

“What’s happening?” Sam asks from the doorway.

“Sam,” you mumble, his hair has gotten longer.

“Y/n, why are you crying?” Sam asks.

“It’s nothing,” you lie.

“Dean, what did you do?” Sam demands.

“I told her the truth,” Dean says and shoves past you. You fall onto your butt and Cas helps you up.

“I’m sorry, I believed he would react differently,” Cas apologizes softly.

“It’s okay Cas,” you whisper.

“What did he do?” Sam asks, stepping towards you.

“He told her he was only her friend out of pity,” Cas mumbles as shrink away from Sam’s hug.

“You and I both know that’s not true,” Sam pleads with you.

“But what if it is? How do you know?”

“Because Dean is always telling me how much of a mistake it was to leave you like that after she died,” he whispers.

“I got her killed Sam, and I lost two of my best friends,” you whisper and sink into his arms. He holds you close.

“She died because of an accident; it wasn’t entirely your fault. Where are you staying? I’m sure Cas will take you there,” Sam mumbles.

“One of the roadhouses in Arkansas,” you mumble.

“She’s living in her car Sam,” Cas corrects.

“What? Why didn’t you find us sooner? You can stay here as long as you need,” Sam offers.

“And Dean will be okay with that?” you ask incredulously.

“I’ll talk to him,” Sam says and Cas touches him arm to stop him.

“He wouldn’t listen to me. Why do you think he’ll listen to you?” Cas demands.

“Because I’ll make him,” Sam mutters as he’s walking away. After a long ten minutes Dean walks back in the room.

“Hey, I’m sorry I yelled and pushed you,” Dean mumbles.

“And?” Sam prods.

“And for lying about why I’m your friend,” Dean grumbles, and you start giggling.

“You look like a pouting two year old,” you giggle.

“Of course I do, I’m pissed, my younger brother just made me apologize,” he mumbles.

“I missed you Dean,” you mumble and hug him. He holds you close.

“I missed you too, I really am sorry,” he whispers into your hair.

“It’s okay,” you mumble and he lets you go.

“She needs a place to stay Dean, that’s why I brought her here,” Cas states.

“She can stay, pick out room,” Dean mumbles.

“I have to get my car. Cas?” you look towards Cas and he touches you and you are beside your car.

“Thanks, are you riding with me?” you ask.

“Of course, I don’t want you hurt and you need sleep so I’ll drive the first part of the drive,” he smiles.

“Things are working out,” you breathe as Cas gets in the driver’s seat. You get into the passenger side and curl your legs underneath you and lean on Cas. You slowly drift to sleep on his shoulder. Once your soft, even breathing fills the car and Cas presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, as he drives back to the bunker.

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randomness4969 · 7 years

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Monopoly

Fandom: Supernatural

Word count:3,220

Warnings: MAJOR spoilers throughout the show, main character death,bad John parenting (not necessarily because watching the show I think he’s a bad parent, it just works with this story), possibly inaccurate timeline

Authors Note: My first fic so please tell me what you think, constructive criticism welcome! I got the writing prompt from @casbabydontgoineedyou prompt number 47.

It all started when you heard a man tell his small child (4 or 5ish? Humans age so quickly it's hard to tell) that Christmas was fake and nothing but large companies looking for easy money. He said it on Christmas eve, for crying out loud. Was it true? Maybe. Were you going to let this parent deal with their own child like any reasonable person (or even nephilim) would? There was no way. So you turned invisible long enough to see what motel they were staying at. It turned out that there was also a baby with them, which only strengthened your resolve. You were going to give these small children a nice Christmas. You waited outside for about three hours before you saw the dad leave. By himself. Furious and still invisible, you went inside to where the little boys were. The baby was crying and the slightly older one looked like he might start, too. You flew to the nearest grocer and picked up some cookies and milk, plus a baby bottle that you shoved in your backpack. When you returned the older one had resorted to bringing the baby makeshift toys including a mop, a couch cushion and a plate with googly eyes stuck to the bottom. You knocked on the front door, and the older one opened the door just a little. “he-hello?” he said thru the tiny opening.

“Hi there, I just brought some cookies and milk because we had too much downstairs, would you like to help me set some out for Santa?” “my daddy says that Santa is long dead and people only pretend that he's still around so they can make money.” he said matter-of-factually. You let out an exaggerated gasp. “Well with an attitude like that I bet your daddy hasn't even met Santa, but don't worry, you still have a chance.” the boys striking green eyes widened in excitement. “well you can't tell my daddy. You have to pinky promise.” little did the boy know that you had always had a fondness for pinky promises. So after you were sworn to secrecy, you helped the boy set out some cookies for Santa, and even turned a blind eye when a few of them “disappeared”. “hey kiddo, what's your name?” you asked. “Dean. What's yours?” “I'm Y/N. It kinda sounds like there's a hungry baby back there, I have a bottle in my bag plus there's some milk here. Should we feed him?” “yeah, he wouldn't take my sandwich.” These poor children. Their father left them unsupervised and it had been almost a half-an-hour since he left. You had just finished preparing the bottle when you heard the car pull into the parking lot. “Okay Dean, I need you to feed this to the baby because if my aunt finishes making lunch and I'm not there than I'm gonna be in big trouble.” you handed him the bottle and went out the back door. You had no aunt, of course. You had been a loner for about ten years by this point. You gathered various Christmas decorations and waited for nightfall. Once you were sure that it was safe, you began your work. You were wearing a Santa costume for effect more than anything else. Under the tiny tree you had set up you put some baby food, a Nerf gun and darts and a book on good parenting, because you were really trying to drop a hint. You heard an adorable gasp from behind you. “Santa?!” Dean stage whispered. You put a gloved finger to your lips and winked. Then you walked out the door in your pillow-filled suit, oversized boots and itchy wig. You had never been prouder.

You expected to never see the boys again, but when you did, you had to say hello. “Hi there, wanna see a cool trick?” you asked Dean, who was about 7 now. He glanced at his dad as if to ask permission. “I don't know.” “well I'm gonna give you one anyway.” You pulled out a big needle and blew up a balloon. You pushed the needle thru the balloon without popping it, then, to show that your needle was real, you popped the balloon. Dean grinned. You couldn't help but grin back. That was the exact moment you realized that you had made the first friend since...well, a very long time ago. You continued “bumping into” the boys, a few years between each time you checked up on them, and you switched between Sam and Dean regularly. Then one day, there was a minor...complication.

You walked up to the motel with Chinese food in hand, going to deliver it to the boys. You were so excited that you couldn't stop the grin spreading across your face. Then there was a loud crash. You knew, by this point, about hunting. You had invisibly followed Dean on his first hunt. So when you heard Sam cry out in pain, you broke down the door and went to help him. You quickly found a rifle pointed at your eye. Looking at the situation, you realized what had happened. Sam had smashed his shin into a coffee table, knocking over a lamp. Dean was making sure he was okay, and John was pointing a gun at your face. “boys, go outside.” Dean wordlessly nodded while Sam almost protested, but John shot him a look and he turned and went. “Who are you?” he barked. “Y/N, and frankly, I've been waiting a long time for a one on one with you.” you said, crossing your arms. “not because I want to kill you, because while tempting, it would hurt the boys.” “how do you know my boys?” “Well, It's been a long time since I first met them, but the basic premise of the story is that you are a terrible parent and I have been keeping an eye on them.” you snarled. John raised one eyebrow. “Christmas.” it wasn't a question. You nodded, still glaring. “stay away from my family.” he growled. Then he took the boys and left. You had been faced with many challenges in the past, one time you got lost in the Italian catacombs with a wendigo chasing you. You may have been perfectly capably of killing it, but you didn't like feeling like prey. That was nothing compared to watching your only two friends drive away. Six months later you started hunting, mostly out of boredom. A year after that, you were faced with a predicament. You were out on a hunt, it was a vetala. Only one, which was unusual, but you weren't complaining. It had John tied up in a chair, and he was bleeding badly. You, as a nephilim, could fly, but couldn't heal people the way angels could. The vetala ran away, leaving you to decide whether to finish the hunt, or save some dude who didn't even believe in Santa. But it was Dean's dad, and Sam's, too, even if he didn't like it. Dean would be about 16 by now, Sam about 12, and you weren't going to leave them fatherless. You ran over to John and untied him, then flew him as steadily as you could to the hospital. You left him there anonymously, but not before he began to wake up. “Y/N?” he asked. “yeah, it's kind of a long story.” he nodded, then the doctors came to fix him up. You searched around town until you found the b&b that the boys were staying at. You didn't know what you were going to say, but you had to see how they were doing. You knocked on the door. You heard a soft click as the door opened, and simultaneously a gun was cocked behind the door. Most people wouldn't notice the extra click of the safety being switched off, but you had been hunting for almost a year. The door opened just a tiny bit, and you remembered the first time you met Dean. This time it was Sam peeking out thru the opening. Of course, because Dean probably had the gun. “Y/N?” Crap. You hadn't put on any kind of disguise, so of course he would recognize you. “I need to talk to you. Both of you.” you said, looking pointedly at the door that Dean was behind with a gun. “Why?” Sam asked, still not opening the door. “It-it's about your dad.” you said quietly. Dean pulled the door open, much to Sam's surprise. “Is he dead?” “No, but he is in the hospital. He was caught off guard by a vetala and when I found him he was unconscious. The doctor's are going to fix him up, and he'll be fine.” “come on in.” Sam and I both looked at Dean in disbelief. “we need to talk to you.” he said, walking over to the bed and motioning for you to sit in the only chair. Sam still looked unsure, but he went along with Dean anyway. “You've been sort of just around for our entire lives, and we want to know why.” he said quietly. You nodded then went inside and sat in the chair, pretending not to notice the devil's trap on the ceiling. “so...why are you stalking us?” Sam asked. You winced, you hadn't really thought of it as stalking, you just wanted to make sure they were okay. “Well mostly I was concerned because your father is a hunter, and while he's a fairly good hunter...” you struggled to find the words to tell them what you thought without being offensive. “I think he puts saving people over everything. Sometimes even over being a good father.” you finished, realizing that there was no nice way of saying it. “He's kept us alive just fine.” said Dean. You knew that Dean always defended his father, and to an extent you respected that, but you also knew that John had not been the bast father that he could have been. “he left a four year old you to take care of a baby, no instructions or anything. You tried to feed him a sandwich.” you said. “We're both fine. I probably learned something about taking care of a baby. You don't need to keep watch over us constantly. We can take care of ourselves.” “because you've had to!” you yelled. “since the day I first saw you you took care of each other because your dad left you no other choice. If you really want me to leave you alone so badly, than fine!” as soon as words left your mouth, you regretted them. Knowing that they would probably be just fine with this option, you slowly walked out the door. “wait.” you turned, surprised. It was Sam who had spoken. “what is it?” you asked quietly, fully aware that you had yelled at Dean, and you were ashamed. “you were just taking care of us? Why didn't you talk to us?” “I did, several times, but it was only every once in a few years. Bad things tend to find me, and I didn't want to drag you boys into that. You noticed Dean roll his eyes when you called them boys. “did you want to play a board game?” asked Sam. Wait, what? “um, if you'd like?” “I mean, your not evil as far as I can tell. Why not? We have apples to apples or monopoly.” Dean glared. Sam gave him the puppy eyes. He rolled his eyes. “I call the car.” he finally said. “I call the dog.” Sam said grinning. So the three of you played monopoly. Then you just talked, exchanging stories and jokes until John got back. When he did he walked right in without knocking. He immediately saw you. You watched, holding your breath while you waited for his reaction. “I understand that you saved my life, and I'm grateful for that. But when did I ever give you the impression you were welcome here?” “dad.” Sam spoke up. “I invited Y/N in, and we just played monopoly, we didn't cause any trouble.” John looked at you. “Get out.” he said. You looked at the boys, then decided to let this one go. That didn't mean you wouldn't be back, it just meant you would leave for now. You waved goodbye to the boys and left.

Since that day you had been visiting the boys at least once a month, catching up, helping out, and just taking a break from everything. One time you visited and Dean was in a panic. Sam had run away. You didn't necessarily blame him, but you were worried. You eventually calmed Dean down enough to search for Sam. Another time Dean needed relationship advice(first crush). The three of you became best friends, which John did not approve of. Eventually things got pretty crazy. Sam went off to college, Dean stayed with John. John went missing, they looked for him. Then Sam called. “Hello?” you answered. “Y/N?” his voice was shaky. “What's wrong?” you asked gently. “Dean is in the hospital, so is dad. The doctors-” he took a deep breath. “they don't think Dean is going to make it.” “where are you?” after you got the coordinates you flew as fast as your wings could carry you. You went straight to Dean's room, he was unconscious. Tears sprang to your eyes. You heard Sam walk up behind you. “he'll be okay.” he sounded like he was trying to convince himself. “Hey.” you gave him a hug. Not romantic, just two friends leaning on each other for comfort. “Can I have a minute with him?” Sam asked you, looking at Dean. “Yeah. I'll be in the waiting room if you need me.” You waited about an hour before Sam came and tapped you on the shoulder. You followed him to Dean's hospital room. “what do you know about reapers?” he asked. “Well, they can change shape and they lead the dead to where they are supposed to go. That's about it. Why?” he stared at you. Your eyes moved to where Dean was hooked up to several machines. “Oh. Can he stall? If he can stall I might be able to find some lore on reapers.” you looked hopefully up at Sam. “he's doing his best. I'll stay here with him, you go see what you can find.” you nodded. You went to the roof and flew to the library of congress, found the mythology and started looking. Eventually you found a book on reapers, but it took a long time. Maybe more time than Dean had. You flew back to the hospital as fast as your wings could carry you. You arrived to see Dean awake, and John was whispering something to him. Then John turned to leave, but collapsed. You ran to check his pulse, but there was nothing. A coffee hit the floor as Sam rushed to his fathers side. After about two minutes doctors took the body. You tried to comfort the boys but they weren't having it. They needed time to mourn, and you respected that. So you told them to call if they needed anything, even if it was just a game of monopoly.

It wasn't even a week later that the angels found you. They didn't want you messing with fate, so they imprisoned you. Weeks and months passed before you finally managed to escape. You flew around, frantically searching for the boys. You eventually found a payphone and called Dean, heart pounding. “Hello?” you let out a breath of relief. “Dean, it's Y/N.” “What? Where have you been?!” “long story, not my fault, tell you over monopoly. Where are you?” “Monopoly will have to wait. We're saving the world.” he paused for dramatic effect. “also we're in Wyoming.”

When you finally met up with the Winchesters (and were introduced to Bobby) you were filled in on everything that was going on. “I'm coming with you.” “you could get hurt!” Dean immediately responded. “Well so could you! You are not going by yourselves.” “We have other hunters coming with us. Stay. Here.” We had a silent staring contest. I was sure I was going to win, but then Sam cleared his throat loudly. “we do need all hands on deck.” “She JUST came back. It's been months! She could have died, she could have just left on purpose, we had no idea!” You looked at the floor. “I'll be fine. I'm harder to kill than you think.” “why? Because your not human?!” Dean shouted. Bobby shook his head and left. “I'll come back when you idjits have yourselves sorted out.” he said. “how long have you known?” “a long time. We wanted to wait for you to tell us yourself.” Sam said quietly. “That didn't happen!” Dean yelled. “No it didn't. Because I didn't want you guys to know, for my safety and yours. For the past several months I have been held captive because I'm not human. I wasn't going to drag you into that. I'm sorry I worried you.” Dean suddenly gave you a hug. With a small smile, Sam joined in. “Oh for cryin' out loud.” you heard Bobby say before he grabbed his beer and left again. You managed to detach yourself from the two enormous men. “so, what do you say we play monopoly after we save the world?” you asked. The three of you laughed together.

*after Azazel's death*

Dean was being patched up, despite his insistence that he was fine, it had been a long night. But John had finally made up for some of the mistakes that he had made as a father, and the boys were alive. There was little celebration, but you were in a fairly good mood. You insisted that the next day you would all eat pie and play monopoly, so you flew to Target and picked up the necessary ingredients and the monopoly. The next day you took everyone to the park for a picnic and when everyone was gathered you said “We didn't do a perfect job, but were alive and I'm grateful for that.” the picnic was perfect. An escape from the unfair world and all of the terrible things that had happened. Eventually it was time to go home. You, Sam, and Dean stayed to clean up. You were throwing away the last of the paper plates, laughing at something Sam had said, when you stopped suddenly. Dean looked over immediately to see what was wrong. You looked at the angel blade sticking out of your abdomen. You heard yelling, and watched in slow motion as Sam and Dean rushed to your side. You could feel blood seeping from the wound, and you knew that you weren't going to make it. You looked up at the boys, Dean's striking green eyes were filled with tears. Sam's huge frame looked slumped and broken. You thought of the wondrous friendship you had shared with these two boys. There was so much you wanted to tell them, so many secrets you wished you could share, but all you could manage was “at least-” you coughed up your own blood. “at least we got to play monopoly.” and a tear slipped from your eye as you gave your boys one last smile.

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