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Somewhere Out There (Sam Winchester x Reader, PG)

Summary: Let your body fade into the night sky. Let your spirit be taken. Nothing else matters if Sam wakes up. If you can rebuild the wall, if you can save him, you’re willing to sacrifice anything.

It’s been six hours since Castiel broke the wall and destroyed your chance at happily ever after. Six hours since your life went up in flames as you watched one of your dearest friends betray the men you adored and hurt Sam.

Now, here in the panic room, you can’t help but feel defeated. Dean and Bobby are frantically searching for something to help Sam’s battered mind as well as trying to stop Castiel from busting open purgatory. They’re both torn, each wanting to take care of Sam but knowing that they’re on a limited time table to you know, save the world.

You run a hand through Sam’s hair, trying to soothe him as he recovers from another seizure. You have no idea what he’s seeing, but you wish you could take his pain away.

“How are you holding up?”

You glance up to see Dean standing in the doorway, arms folded across his chest.

“I’m fine.”

“Bullshit.”

You laugh hoarsely, “I’m doing the best I can. What about you and Bobby? Both of you should get some rest. I can take a turn researching—“

Dean waves you off, “We’re good.”

You sigh, “I think I can help him.”

The eldest Winchester arches a brow, “How?”

You have a lot of secrets still buried deep down inside. You had a whole other life before you met the Winchesters—a different life filled with different people other hunters—but it hadn’t been exactly normal either.

“I have a favor I can cash in.”

“Favor” is probably the wrong word. More like you can “have a chance doing something really stupid”.

“A favor?” Dean echoes, “From your witch days?”

You hadn’t practiced magic in months. But you knew people who were still in your coven. They would be willing to cut you a deal—assuming they didn’t kill you on the spot for leaving them and joining up with hunters.

“I can get him awake, Dean. That’s what we need.”

“And what happens when he asks for you? What am I supposed to tell him? Sorry, another girlfriend went and got herself killed?” His tone whips you, but you remain steadfast.

“I love him, Dean.” You reply, voice barely above a whisper, because this is the first time you’re ever saying it out loud. You’d always been too scared to say it, too afraid that it would mess up this relationship you had going.

But now that Sam is gone, you realize how silly those fears are.

Dean sighs, ragged and drawn out. He’s been worrying nonstop. He must want you to do this, but he knows it will end badly.

“I don’t want you to do something stupid.”

“Back at you.”

Dean chuckles dryly, then his expression sobers, “I can’t talk you out of it, can I?”

You press a tender kiss to Sam’s forehead, wishing that you could see those beautiful eyes again.

“Thanks for everything, Dean.”

And then, you let yourself disappear.

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Sam jolts awake with a gasp.

“Sammy? Easy!” Dean is there, rubbing circles on his back, his touch somehow calming Sam’s pounding heart.

“What happened?” His head aches and he’s pretty sure Cas is to blame, but things are fuzzy. He glances around—the panic room?

“Cas broke your wall,” Dean answers grimly, “How do you feel?”

He winces a bit, “Headache, but I’m good.” He realizes someone is missing. “Where is she?”

Dean won’t meet his gaze and Sam tries to jump up from the bed, but he sways, forcing his older brother to steady him.

“Dean, where is she?”

But deep down, Sam already knows.

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The sky is beautiful, the stars twinkling above you as you lay on the dirt road, blood slowly seeping from your stomach.

It’s done. Your blood debt is repaid and Sam is safe.

You’ll die, but hey, it’s worth it. Sam gave you purpose and the world needs him. It doesn’t need a low level witch.

But, it would’ve been nice to see him one more time. At least, you’re dying under the same sky he is.

Sam always did love stargazing.

Your eyes fall shut and you let yourself go.

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I See You

She’s beautiful. He tries not to notice that, but it’s hard. She’s dressed practically, much more so than the other women in the town, but it does nothing to disguise the perfect contours of her. Makes his hands itch. Then she smiles at him and it’s all he can do not to glance behind himself like a moron because surely someone else is behind him. Nobody smiles at him like that.

Warnings: smut, cussing (LOTS of cussing).

The first time he sees her is only a few moments after walking through the gates at Alexandria. A pretty face that for some reason catches his eye in the clusters of people staring the group down as they walk along the main street. Big eyes. More curious than wary.

He doesn’t think on it long. Too much else to worry about.

The second time is just after he lays out the little fucker who went for Glenn. Those big eyes again. While everyone else is panicking, staring at him like he’s some wild animal about to go rabid, her gaze is just interested. Like she’s just watching, waiting for something else to happen. The idiot limps to her, holding his bloody nose, clearly expecting something.

‘You’re the dummy swung at someone better’n you,’ she says to him. ‘Clean up your own damn mess.’

For one irrational moment Daryl feels like he wants to guffaw with laughter. Something about the deadpan delivery and the look on Aiden’s face, combined with the mildly scandalised glances of the townsfolk, hits the spot. Her voice isn’t what he expected, either; dusky Tennessee with a hint of mountain twang. He realises he wants to hear more of it, takes the thought and locks it down, tight.

No time for that. Never time for that.

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Masterlist

RICK X READER

make up sex

angst

romantic smut

very fluffy rick

first time

rough sex

daddy kink

smuttttt

rick x reader x daryl

hot and bothered

Get on your knees!

Daddy

DARYL X READER

daryl comforts reader after line-up with Negan

Jealous

romantic daryl smut

fuck buddies

fuck buddies part two

angst and fluff

jealous, protective and angry daryl

heart break very angsty

sad angst

death- angst

S7E8 reunion

videogames

cause once upon a time you were my everything

we understand each other

the blackest day

angst and smut

You promise? I promise. part one part two part three

I surrender

Broken

S7EP12

The Beginning of The End of The World

One Mississipi

Cheater

Abuse part one / part two

The Sheriffs Daughter

Rescue

Stop Pushing Me Away

Scars

The Night We Met

SHANE X READER

smut during target practice

smut at the CDC with some fluff

smut in tent with some fluff

cute reunion fluff

smut

MERLE X READER

you might just be the goddamn death of me part one

you might just be the goddamn death of me part two

merle fluff-reader has a nightmare

smut

angst and fluff

The dixons

fluff

more merle smut

CARL X READER

first time together

dominant reader

Pregnant

Negan

Rick x reader x Negan

Negan x Reader x Daryl

Death at Birth

OTHERS

reader is ricks younger sister and has a drug problem /// part two

rick is your father, family reunion

family reunion part two

reunited with the group at the line-up //// part two

maggie and glenn try to protect you (their daughter) from Negan

dealing with Glenns death

Rick saves negans life

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Written on the wrist - Dean Winchester x Reader - Chapter 1 (French Mistake/Soulmates AU)

Title: Written on the wrist

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: 3,784

Warnings: None

Prompts: Your “Imagine getting zapped to the Supernatural universe and meeting Dean.” imagine is perfection!! Please please write a mini story or something based on it! It would be so good! P.S. You are one of the best writers whose stories I follow! :)

Im so glad requests are open! What about a readerxdean with French mistake reader whose soulmate is Dean?? Maybe soul mates have each other’s names on their arms so her name is on his arm and she enters the spn universe and he gets nervous because she doesn’t have his name on her arm since she’s from a different world?? I’ve never seen this done before so I think it might be nice to see! and your writing is amazing! Thank you!! ❤️❤️❤️

You felt panic rise up inside you when your eyes first opened. This was certainly not your room. Oh it was far from that. And it wasn’t certainly somewhere you remembered going last night- not that there would be any other place to go other than your bed, with your german shepherd sleeping by your side and Supernatural playing on TV. This place- you had never been here before in your life, let alone last night.

You were in the middle of, what obviously looked like, a forest. An actual forest.

For a moment you contemplated whether this was a dream or not. So much Supernatural in just two weeks should have surely had an impact on your sleep. But you’ve had that urgent need to watch the last three seasons all over again, so youcouldn’t help it.

You decided to take in a deep breath and stood up on your feet. You sure as hell were wearing the same pjs as last night. And the fact that your feet were bare didn’t help in your situation at all. It only proved even more to the fact that you had somehow pulled away from your house and dumped you here. You tried to steady your breathing and you willed yourself to walk. You needed to find the main road, maybe that way you could understand where you were. Last time you had checked though there was not a forest nearby.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, the thin fabric of your shirt not helping at all. Luckily at least your pj pants were long and warm enough, because the icy cold of the early morning would have made you freeze to death before you could even open your eyes. You winced more times than you could ever count and by now you couldn’t even look down at your feet to guess that there would be blood there. It wasn’t something major obviously but the scratches stung a lot.

You blinked several times, trying to shield your eyes from the rising sun. Everything seemed to be the same as you passed tree by tree but a shaky sigh of relief left your lips as soon as you saw the faint sight of road. You hurried even more to get there as fast you could, but you immediately started to regret your decision as your vision started to become blur. Things started spinning around you and you found yourself stumbling.

You winced once your feet were placed on the cold road and you only stood for a second there, in the middle of the road. You could hear the faint roar of a car, maybe approaching, or maybe not. You couldn’t tell and through your blurry vision you certainly could even make out in the distance. But you didn’t even have to try anymore as within seconds as it seemed you felt your eyes slowly flutter before you found the ground and darkness enveloped you.

And he slammed on the breaks stopping only a few metres away from a lying body. Two men rushing to get out of the car to said body, worry etching on both their features. They shared a look and without having to say anything you were scooped up and away from your probable death.

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Imagine Dante being a cuddler only he doesn’t let you go when you need to be up.

You: “Dante. I got to go.”

Dante: “Five more minutes.”

You: “What are you, 5?”

Dante: “You’re 5.”

Although he wasn’t completely awake indicated by the sound of the slur in his voice, he still has that sassy attitude about him that you adored. You would have actually thought this moment to be cute only that you really needed to leave. It was going to be a long day ahead. You try to free yourself from his arm around your waist but it only seemed to tighten his grip. You huff in annoyance.

You: “Dante, you’re gonna make me mad.”

Dante: “Then be mad at me.”

With some effort and strength, you turn yourself in his arms to mouth him off when your voice was silenced by his lips upon yours. It took you by surprise, stunned you even as he deepened the kiss by grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you closer. The sensation left your mind hazy, a feeling that lingers even as he pulled away and looked at you. He was completely awake now and had an impish grin on his rugged face.

Dante: “Take it easy today, okay? Imma be right here when you get back.”

With a final peck on your nose, he removes his arms from you and buries himself in your sheets. You were now free to go about your day, but his kiss still tingled on your lips. You look at the clock at the side of your table.

Dante was slowly beginning to doze off again, it was still too early for him, however, he was roused awake when he felt the sheet over him shift and a weight press against his bare chest, hands sprawled across his broad back before gripping him. The grip wasn’t strong enough to pull him, but it brought you closer, the feel of your chest against his made his heart quicken slightly. He opened one eye to see you with him. He almost laughed.

Dante: “Thought you had to be somewhere?”

You bury your head in his chest, not wanting to face him and admit to the cliche sentimental effect he had on you.

You: “Five more minutes.”

He didn’t chuckle or snort or laugh like you expect him too, instead he enveloped you in his warm embrace once more and you can feel the ghost of a smile on his lips as he pressed them against your forehead.

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(This is my very first time writing anything on here and tbh i’m pretty nervous about it. But i’m hoping you guys enjoy what i’ve written. Please let me know any pointers you have for chapter two or anyway I can improve. 💕)

Chapter 1 – Blue Eyes.

As the sun dipped under the horizon my father and I went on a hunting trip, he was a rough man and he wanted me to be the same. Hunting was one of his biggest hobbies because he was good at it, it was always “Kill or be killed,” he used this as a method to keep me on my toes. About an hour in, the barrel of my Remington .270 pointed toward a young buck seconds away from pulling the trigger I noticed a pair of dark yellow eyes behind the deer, I trailed away using the scope I noticed a dozen pairs of yellow eyes. Instantly my father ripped the gun from my grasp cursing under his breath. I’ve never seen fear in my father’s eyes nor had I seen fear like this. It wasn’t until they began stalking forward that I fully understood what they were; Wolves. “Stand down!” my father called out in a demanding tone as if they were your typical house puppy. My heart pounded against my chest as they pawed roughly at the gravel, their breath making clouds in the dirt. “Dad…” I whispered my hand reaching out for the sleeve of his shirt but he wouldn’t budge. It was as if he was the owner of these wild animals, or was trying to be. Kneeling to my level my father gripped my shoulders roughly causing me to wince slightly. “Listen to me!” he demanded, his hands shaking. “I need you to run and keep running until you get home, do not look back. I’ll be behind you…” I knew that was a lie just by the shake in his voice. “Do not wait for me, Nadia..” Nothing made sense to me, tears streamed down my cheeks. “No matter what you hear do not look back or some back for me. Do you hear me?” he was now demanding me to listen. I nodded as reality set in, this was his goodbye. I rushed into my father’s arms hugging him tightly, he hugged me back before tearing me off him nudging me to get a move on. “I love you, never forget that.” He spoke roughly as he turned back toward the furry beasts.

I turned on my heels and took off running, my breath was cold and I shortly got lost. I didn’t know this area as much as my father did, I had no clue where home was. I didn’t look back, as instructed, I continued to run that was until my leg caught a branch like in every scary movie ever. In that moment I broke down, heaving as I heard howling in the background, the hunter in me knew that meant they were looking for their pray. Knowing I needed to get up I caught my breath for another second but it was a second too long, I felt a warm moist rush against my skin, causing the hair on the back of my neck to stand up and for a moment I was paralyzed. As I turned my head I was greeted with that familiar pair of yellow eyes. I thought for sure I was done for, I bowed my head and closed my eyes tight waiting for the impact. Instead, I heard soft whimper coming from the wolf as its snout trailed along my lap and down where I noticed I was bleeding. It’s eyes met mine once more and to my surprise they were not longer yellow they turned into beautiful oceanic hues, almost human-like. This wolf was smaller than the others, a juvenile. It began to nudge my arm as if telling me to get up and get going, I stood up slowly being very cautious with my surroundings not knowing if It was a trap. With a soft growl, it nudged me forward once again and I took off running, following the direction it nudged me toward. This time, I looked back. The young wolf was till watching me, the blue in its eyes slowly faded back into that dark eerie yellow, lifting its snout in the air and howling loudly as he darted off into the opposite direction. I made it home almost ten minutes later where I called the police telling them everything that happened and demanding they search the woods. They told me a squad would be out there in minutes. As I was hanging up the phone I peered outside my window instantly catching the gaze of those beautiful blue eyes, it lowered its muzzle and it almost looked releaved. I ran over to my closet to find my flashlight but once I made it back to the window, he was gone.

The next morning my mother and I were awoken with a knock at the door, it was the cops delivering the bad news. Officer Johnson told us they had no luck finding my father’s body but they did find mass amounts of blood. But he assured us that they would still be looking and that my father’s picture was sent out to every station in the area. We held a small funeral for my father for my family wasn’t well known or liked for that matter. My mother was the crazy city alcoholic and my father was the creepy quiet man that no one even desired talking to. Only about six people showed up there was my mother and I, my father’s looney friend Daryl, the priest and two men I’ve never seen before. One was an older gentleman and one looked to be around my age. My father kept to himself and the only friend I ever knew of him having was Daryl, but it wasn’t out of the ordinary for my father to go missing for days on end, although this peeked my curiosity. I needed to find out who these strangers were. As the priest spoke of my father, reciting the usual funeral spiel. But I couldn’t help but to feel as though I was being watched, once I looked up I confirmed my suspicion the young boy was in fact staring at me but shortly found that he was caught as his eyes darted toward the lowering empty coffin. “Do we know them?” I whispered to my mother as the priest was wrapping up. “Shut up Nadia, not now.” Alcohol seeped off her breath as her words slurred from her lips. Although this was the response I expected to get I still needed to know, I thought I knew everything about my father. When I got the chance, I weaved over toward the two to thank them for coming and showing their respect. As I reached out to tap on the young boys shoulder I found myself speechless; his eyes. Those were the same eyes that saved my life in those woods. “Beau come now.” His father demanded in the background and he scurried off quickly.

“You can’t honestly think that the wolf and tat boy are the same…species…human…thing…” Andrea spoke confused as she reached for her sparkly PINK backpack. “You sound crazy,” she exclaimed as she tossed the pack back behind her, hitting me in the back, she looked back with a sly grin “…was he cute?” I rolled my eyes knowing that question was bound to pop out of her mouth. “I mean yeah, but that isn’t the point Andrea. His eyes…they looked identical.” I never told the cops about the wolf that potentially saved my life knowing in fact they would just think I was crazy as they did my father. “Maybe it’s Jacob from Twilight!” Andrea joked, tossing a few of her new outfits on the bed next to me. Ever since we were little I was always at Andreas house; her family was the family I always wish I had. They were normal – the perfect family. So, being over so late wasn’t unusual, it was kind of expected especially since we were two days away from starting our second year of high school. Andrea being the tall beautiful blonde that everyone either wanted to be or wanted to be with, she had to try on and model all her new clothing. I didn’t mind, I normally just sat there. I on the other hand was the more muscular nerdy girl in school who just so happens to be best friends with the pretty popular girl just like every other crappy teen movie. I was always teased growing up, I have blonde hair like Andrea but mine has more of a silver tint to it which earned me the nickname ‘Grandma’ original, I know. I didn’t care all that much though, appearance wasn’t as important to me as it was to Andrea. After about another hour of watching her flaunt around in her new clothing the two of us went to bed. The following day we woke up bright and early for yet another shopping day, Andrea even talked me into buy a ‘girly’ outfit.

Monday morning my alarm buzzed under my pillow around 6 AM causing me to jump out of my nightmare, ever since my father’s passing I couldn’t stop reliving his last moments. Shaking the memories from my brain I forced myself out of bed and began getting ready. Throwing my hair up in its normal messy bun, I pulled on a pair of jeans and an old torn Nirvana Rock T-shirt which was my fathers. I looked into the mirror one last time before a small sigh escaping my ruby red lips, I started toward my bus stop.

“Really?” I heard a familiar voice trail out from behind me, Andrea was obviously unhappy about my outfit choice. She has always wanted me to be more preppy and PINK like herself, I was just raised a little tougher and well poorer than her. Grabbing the paper from my hand she examined my new schedule. “We have Chemistry and Debate together,” nudging my arm she smiled slyly at me “Try not to be the biggest nerd in the glass this year,” I rose a brow “Sounds a lot like you won’t be copying my homework this year…” I jabbed back at her as she squinted back at me and quickly took back what she had said.

As the day dragged on nothing exciting happened, no fights, no over the summer pregnancies…nothing. Although, it was now time for our hour break we got halfway through the day. Unlike half of my class who liked to go off campus and get high in their cars, I took the time to get caught up on homework. Sitting under the large willow tree out from of the school, listening to the same old rock music my father listened to. The hour was almost up when a shadow emerged making it hard to see the work in front of me. Tossing a headphone out of my ear I looked up angrily “Excuse m…” it was him. “Grandma huh?” he mocked. A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth as I struggled to hide my excitement. “That’s what they call me and you?” “Well, I go by Beau. I haven’t been lucky enough to get a nickname yet.” He stuck his thumbs through the straps of his back pack rocking back onto his heels. “New here?” I questioned. “Yup. My dad and I moved here temporarily. After my senior year is over it’s back to New Orleans.” He shook his shaggy brown hair from his eyes. “My father is from New Orleans,” I smiled up at him, now pushing myself off the grounds, wiping the grass from my jeans. His eyes lowering as I mentioned my father. “You were…at his funeral, right?” I took the chance to ask. Stumbling over his words a bit he finally spoke, “Our fathers were actually buddies awhile back.” At that moment, the bell run causing us both to jump. “I don’t think a year is long enough to develop a nickname.” I joked trying to ease the tension about my last question. His grin made my smile larger until I noticed I was blushing. Clearing my throat, I held up my book “Well it’s off to Chemistry.” I gathered my belongings, “Mrs. Green?” He replied and I nodded. “Looks like we’re headed to the same place, mind if I walk with you?” he smiled down at me as he was an entire foot taller than me and I nodded.

As we walked into the classroom my eyes caught sight of Andrea being flocked by the annoyance that is ‘the popular crew’. When she noticed me walking in with the new guy she couldn’t help but dart toward up, locking arms with me and pulling me into the desk next to hers. “Who is that and why haven’t I heard about him yet?” she demanded. “We just met chill…well maybe not just met...I think it’s…” we were interrupted as the teacher began the lesson. Minutes later I saw Andrea well-manicured hand slip a note onto my desk that read ‘explain’ I returned the note with ‘blue eyes’ on it which caused Andrea to gasp dramatically as she read it. “A note on the first day?” Mrs. Green chimed in as she walked down the aisle to retrieve the note. “Blue eyes?” She spoke to the whole class, not being able to hide my blushing I buried my head into my arms that were placed on my desk. “It looked like we’ll need seating arrangements. “Beau switch places with Andrea.” My head shot up, my heart fluttering against my ribcage. The rest of the period I kept my head held low not looking up once from my work.

As the bell rang I gathered my stuff and darted out of the class Andrea following shortly behind, once she caught up she was breathing heavy. “Will you slow down,” she grumbled. “Way to go.” I said clearly irritated. “I’m sorry…but do you really think it’s the same kid from your dads funeral?” she said in disbelief. “I know it is, we kind of talked about it.” She squinted at me, “This all happened between first period and now?” I nodded. “Well this year is going to be interesting.” She smirked as we both parted our ways.

That night I couldn’t sleep not only was I totally embarrassed about the note, I couldn’t stop thinking about that wolf. The image of those eyes were held hostage inside my brain. My mom wasn’t home tonight, probably out drinking herself into a coma or with the first rich man that would take her home. Walking downstairs, I made my way into the garage where my father’s old ’67 Chevrolet Impala sat. I always begged him to give it to me for my sixteenth birthday. Sliding into the front seat I took in that all too familiar scent of leather and my father cigars. I didn’t know how much I would miss this scent when it was gone. As I felt my eyes welting up with tears I remember what my father told me. Leaning over I searched through the glovebox, finding a letter with my name on it. “Why do I have to wait until my eighteenth birthday?” I whispered to myself and shrugged. Taking in a few more deep inhales I got out of the car noticing the small garbage that was full, picking up I brought it outside throwing it in the dumpster. As I turned around I looked toward the trees and there he was, sitting there. The same blue eyes I had been obsessing over were right there in front of me, in the distance. I waved in its direction and I felt crazy until he lowered his muzzle as if he was also saying hello. I sat on my porch swing and he laid in the grass. For some reason, I felt safe with him near, I knew he would protect me. After a few minutes, I began to doze off.

I woke up a few hours later no longer on my porch but back in my bedroom, tucked in and all. I searched the house to see if my mother was home although she would just leave me outside. I returned to the front door peeking outside, I noticed paw prints leading up to the porch swing. Rubbing my eyes I also noticed a pair of means bare footprints leading from the porch to the door. “Beau.” I whispered as I closed and locked the door behind me.

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Chapter 1 – Blue Eyes.

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