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So life update. I know I haven't been posting and I'm so sorry for that but fun fact I went back to school! Well kinda im going to school right now to be a pharmacy technician so between that and work I have been too busy to be able to do any writing but I am hoping once I take my final test and start the new job things will calm down for me.

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You Can't Save Me

Prologue

A/N: This is for the Anon that asked Hi! Could you write something (can be 1-2 chapters if you like♡) with the reader being a demon and helping the Winchesters (they aren't happy about it) but (not at the same time) they fall for her, and she plays with them knowing that. The boys keep "the relationship" secret from each other (Dean doesn't know about SamxReader, and Sam doesn't know about DeanxReader). What Reader likes about Dean is his broken will. And about Sam, that can't resist temptation. She loves to tease the hunters.

All mistakes are mine and mine alone

Summary: The Reader is a Demon, and the boys and Cas are trying to save her. But she doesn't want to be saved.

Pairings: None

Screaming in pain as the holy water is thrown in my face. I wipe my face before lunging at Dean, wrapping my hands around his throat. Killing the Winchesters, we'll be the best thing that I will ever do. Dean manages to punch me in my face. I can feel the bone-crunching where his fist meets the bone. The blood immediately starts running from my nose. 

"Come on, little Winchester, is that all you got." I laugh as I wipe the blood from my face. "This is your doing, you know. I would blame you, but becoming a Demon is the best thing that ever happened to me." I tell him as we circle each other. 

"This isn't you, Y/N!" Dean says as Sam runs into the room. Fighting both of them isn't easy with me down on my knees; I expect them to kill me, but they put the Demon cuffs on me, and a bag is thrown over my head.

"Cas, get your ass down here!" Dean yells out before everything goes black. Everything is still dark when I hear voices in the room with me. It takes me a moment to make out what they are saying, and I can't help laughing when I do.

"Help me! You cant help me now, Sam! This is what I was always meant to be. I'm finally free for the first time; I am free and able to be me!" The bag over my head is pulled off, and the light in the room is blinding momentarily before the boys and Cas come into focus. I can feel the dried blood on my face pull as I smile at them. 

"This isn't you, Y/N," Cas says in his deep voice as the boys move around me. I know they plan something, but I am not reading for the burning pain as a needle is shoved into my skin. So I dont make a noise as the lava runs in my veins. Instead, I stare at Dean and Sam, defiant of what they are doing to me. They are trying to cure the demon out of me. Then let the battle begin. 

"It isn't working, Sam!" I hear Dean yell from somewhere in the Bunker. The cure isn't working as they planned. I don't want to be saved, and they will pay for what they have done. 

"You did this!" I finally yell as I pull the chains from the wall. Riping the shackles off my wrists. Alarms start blaring the moment the door is pulled off its hinges. "Let the games begin>" I whisper to myself as I walk down the hall. I don't expect to hear the sound of fighting and guns.

Sam and Dean are beaten bloody, and Cas is lying on the floor, not moving. I see red. I might be a Demon, but no one gets to kill them but me. Killing those that have broken into the Bunker is almost child's play, and before they know what hit them, the intruders are dead, and Dean and Sam are standing there staring at me. 

"Only I get to kill you," I tell the both of them with a smile.

A/N: Please leave a heart and a reblog! Let me know what you think!

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You Can't Save Me

Prologue

A/N: This is for the Anon that asked Hi! Could you write something (can be 1-2 chapters if you like♡) with the reader being a demon and helping the Winchesters (they aren't happy about it) but (not at the same time) they fall for her, and she plays with them knowing that. The boys keep "the relationship" secret from each other (Dean doesn't know about SamxReader, and Sam doesn't know about DeanxReader). What Reader likes about Dean is his broken will. And about Sam, that can't resist temptation. She loves to tease the hunters.

All mistakes are mine and mine alone

Summary: The Reader is a Demon, and the boys and Cas are trying to save her. But she doesn't want to be saved.

Pairings: None

Screaming in pain as the holy water is thrown in my face. I wipe my face before lunging at Dean, wrapping my hands around his throat. Killing the Winchesters, we'll be the best thing that I will ever do. Dean manages to punch me in my face. I can feel the bone-crunching where his fist meets the bone. The blood immediately starts running from my nose. 

"Come on, little Winchester, is that all you got." I laugh as I wipe the blood from my face. "This is your doing, you know. I would blame you, but becoming a Demon is the best thing that ever happened to me." I tell him as we circle each other. 

"This isn't you, Y/N!" Dean says as Sam runs into the room. Fighting both of them isn't easy with me down on my knees; I expect them to kill me, but they put the Demon cuffs on me, and a bag is thrown over my head.

"Cas, get your ass down here!" Dean yells out before everything goes black. Everything is still dark when I hear voices in the room with me. It takes me a moment to make out what they are saying, and I can't help laughing when I do.

"Help me! You cant help me now, Sam! This is what I was always meant to be. I'm finally free for the first time; I am free and able to be me!" The bag over my head is pulled off, and the light in the room is blinding momentarily before the boys and Cas come into focus. I can feel the dried blood on my face pull as I smile at them. 

"This isn't you, Y/N," Cas says in his deep voice as the boys move around me. I know they plan something, but I am not reading for the burning pain as a needle is shoved into my skin. So I dont make a noise as the lava runs in my veins. Instead, I stare at Dean and Sam, defiant of what they are doing to me. They are trying to cure the demon out of me. Then let the battle begin. 

"It isn't working, Sam!" I hear Dean yell from somewhere in the Bunker. The cure isn't working as they planned. I don't want to be saved, and they will pay for what they have done. 

"You did this!" I finally yell as I pull the chains from the wall. Riping the shackles off my wrists. Alarms start blaring the moment the door is pulled off its hinges. "Let the games begin>" I whisper to myself as I walk down the hall. I don't expect to hear the sound of fighting and guns.

Sam and Dean are beaten bloody, and Cas is lying on the floor, not moving. I see red. I might be a Demon, but no one gets to kill them but me. Killing those that have broken into the Bunker is almost child's play, and before they know what hit them, the intruders are dead, and Dean and Sam are standing there staring at me. 

"Only I get to kill you," I tell the both of them with a smile.

A/N: Please leave a heart and a reblog! Let me know what you think!

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You Can't Save Me

Prologue

A/N: This is for the Anon that asked Hi! Could you write something (can be 1-2 chapters if you like♡) with the reader being a demon and helping the Winchesters (they aren't happy about it) but (not at the same time) they fall for her, and she plays with them knowing that. The boys keep "the relationship" secret from each other (Dean doesn't know about SamxReader, and Sam doesn't know about DeanxReader). What Reader likes about Dean is his broken will. And about Sam, that can't resist temptation. She loves to tease the hunters.

All mistakes are mine and mine alone

Summary: The Reader is a Demon, and the boys and Cas are trying to save her. But she doesn't want to be saved.

Pairings: None

Screaming in pain as the holy water is thrown in my face. I wipe my face before lunging at Dean, wrapping my hands around his throat. Killing the Winchesters, we'll be the best thing that I will ever do. Dean manages to punch me in my face. I can feel the bone-crunching where his fist meets the bone. The blood immediately starts running from my nose. 

"Come on, little Winchester, is that all you got." I laugh as I wipe the blood from my face. "This is your doing, you know. I would blame you, but becoming a Demon is the best thing that ever happened to me." I tell him as we circle each other. 

"This isn't you, Y/N!" Dean says as Sam runs into the room. Fighting both of them isn't easy with me down on my knees; I expect them to kill me, but they put the Demon cuffs on me, and a bag is thrown over my head.

"Cas, get your ass down here!" Dean yells out before everything goes black. Everything is still dark when I hear voices in the room with me. It takes me a moment to make out what they are saying, and I can't help laughing when I do.

"Help me! You cant help me now, Sam! This is what I was always meant to be. I'm finally free for the first time; I am free and able to be me!" The bag over my head is pulled off, and the light in the room is blinding momentarily before the boys and Cas come into focus. I can feel the dried blood on my face pull as I smile at them. 

"This isn't you, Y/N," Cas says in his deep voice as the boys move around me. I know they plan something, but I am not reading for the burning pain as a needle is shoved into my skin. So I dont make a noise as the lava runs in my veins. Instead, I stare at Dean and Sam, defiant of what they are doing to me. They are trying to cure the demon out of me. Then let the battle begin. 

"It isn't working, Sam!" I hear Dean yell from somewhere in the Bunker. The cure isn't working as they planned. I don't want to be saved, and they will pay for what they have done. 

"You did this!" I finally yell as I pull the chains from the wall. Riping the shackles off my wrists. Alarms start blaring the moment the door is pulled off its hinges. "Let the games begin>" I whisper to myself as I walk down the hall. I don't expect to hear the sound of fighting and guns.

Sam and Dean are beaten bloody, and Cas is lying on the floor, not moving. I see red. I might be a Demon, but no one gets to kill them but me. Killing those that have broken into the Bunker is almost child's play, and before they know what hit them, the intruders are dead, and Dean and Sam are standing there staring at me. 

"Only I get to kill you," I tell the both of them with a smile.

A/N: Please leave a heart and a reblog! Let me know what you think!

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Ok hear me out

We are nearing an anniversary here on tumblr a ten year anniversary, this April 1st marks a decade since the GREAT MISHAPOCALPYS

and I think we should honor this momentous occasion but repeating it but not just here everywhere, twitter,insta,tictok, Reddit,

now you may ask why I would insite such a thing the simple answer is I feed on chaos I would thrive in it

so to sum it up

on April fools day I think we should all change our icons to this

Please repost

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Please don't leave me

A/N: This is for @fuiabarcelos who asked Hey! Could you make one with Sam Winchester x reader for smut and fluff? The reader was afraid to have sex with her boyfriend after being harassed, but he shows that she need not be afraid of his touches. I apparently can't write smut. Sorry. But I hope that you like this anyway!!

All mistakes are mine and mine alone.

Summery. Y/N is afraid to tell Sam about what happened to them and starts to pull away.

Pairings: Sam/Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Rape.

Have you ever met someone and knew that they were going to change your life? Of course, you didn't know how they were going to change it; you just knew that they would. I knew that Sam was going to do that not even ten minutes after meeting him. I was ready for every hunt that I went on to be the last one that I went on. I didn't have anything worth fighting for, nothing to keep me here. I had been so hurt by the one person that I thought that I could trust that I lost all hope. I lost all faith, and I lived in fear, not of the monsters I hunted but of the people I passed on the street. I know what monsters are capable of, but humans are unpredictable, bringing the most pain.

But Sam changed that. He made me want to keep fighting. I wanted to see him smile. To be happy. His laugh was the most beautiful thing that I had ever seen. His laugh was infectious and made everything better. He made each day worth it. Hunting with Sam and Dean turned my life around and. I don't think there will ever be the right words to tell them both thank you and what they have come to mean to me.

When Sam asked me out, I thought that he just wanted to hang out as friends. I didn't know that it was a date until the end, and he leaned in to kiss me. I jumped back and away from him, and I must have had a look of fear on my face as he started to apologize. I was not too fond of the look of devastation on his face, and not knowing what to do, I leaned over and kissed Sam on the cheek. I asked him if we could take things slow. He agreed with a huge smile on his face before walking down the hall to his room in the Bunker.

Six months later and I can tell that everything is starting to fall apart. Sam is hurt every time that I pull away from him. But I don't know how to tell him what happened to me. I don't want him to think less of me. I don't want to have to say to him about the pain of the rape. So I start to pull away from him. But, I know that I shouldn't and that it will not make it hurt any less when Sam breaks up with me when he finds out how broken I am. I am pulled out of my thoughts when I hear a knock on my door.

"Come in," I call out as I shut the journal that I had been writing it. I set it on the table next to my bed before turning to find Sam standing in my room, looking down at his feet.

"We need to talk Y/N," Sam says. He can't even look at me as he is talking, and I know that the end of everything good in my life is about to come.

"I know, Sam; you want to break up with me," I whisper out. I can feel the tears gathering in my eyes and the lump forming in my throat.

"NO! I just- we are dating, right?" I can feel him take a seat on the bed next to me. He is always so careful not to touch me after jumping away the couple of times that he did when I wasn't expecting it.

"I- yes, I thought that we were," I say as the tears start to fall down my face.

"Are Y/N. We are still dating if you want to be?" Sam slowly reaches over and takes my hand in his. He was lacing our fingers together. I always loved the way that my hand fit in his. It always seemed to make me feel safe, protected.

"It's just- At times- God, this is harder than I thought that it was going to be. It just seems like you don't want to be dating me. You even be afraid of me at times, Y/N. I- I need you to know how sorry I am for whatever I did-"

"NO! It's nothing you did, Sam. It's me Im broken, and I'm dirty and- God, I love you, Sam, so much, but you shouldn't have to be with someone like me...."

"What do you mean dirty Y/N?" Knowing that there is no way around it and that Sam will soon see the truth about me. I tell him what happened on that hunt so long ago. I cry the whole time that I am taking, and to my greatest surprise, Sam never lets go of my hand. If anything, he is holding it tighter. I look up at Sam from under my eyelashes to see that he has silent tears running down his face.

"Y/N, you are not broken. You are not dirty or any other horrible thing you think about yourself. What happened to you will never be your fault. What- what happened to you was the worst thing that I could ever happen to a person. I love you so much, Y/N. I want to be your happy ending. I want to grow old and gray with you..." Sam doesn't get to finish what he was saying, and I jump up and wrap my arms around him.

We both quietly sob into each other shoulders. I was gripping tight to the backs of Sam's shirt. I cry all the tears I never let myself. All the tears I didn't think that I deserved to have. Sam holds me till I stop crying, just whispering words of comfort. My sobs finally start to slow, and I can feel my eyes growing heavy. Only when my breathing starts to even out; does Sam try to move me.

"Please don't leave me, Sam," I say as I grip even tighter to him. Sam moves so that I am under the comforter on my bed. Leaving him to lay on the top. I curl up against his side, my head resting on his chest. I listen to the steady beats of his heart, letting it come me down even further.

"We got all the time in the world Y/N. I'm not going to leave you."

"I love you to Sam." I know that it will take a long time for me to believe everything Sam is telling me. To come to terms with the fears that I have. But as long as I have Sam by my side, I think I can make it.

A/N Thank you for reading. Please leave a heart and a re-blog. Request are open! Tag lists are open!

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New Beginnings

A/N: This is for the Anon that asked sam x reader where the reader is like a ‘part time’ hunter and only hunts things near her and the boys come to her town for a case and are impressed by her bc she doesn’t just use guns (bow, throwing knives, etc) and sam especially takes a liking to her?

All mistakes are mine and mine alone

Summary: The Reader has tried to leave the hunting world behind but once a hunter always a hunter. While on a hunt the Reader saves Dean and Sam from a shifter.

Pairings: Sam/Reader

Masterlist

I grew up as a hunter, but I left it all behind after my mother's death. Hunting had taken everything from me, my family, and everything I had ever known. But I wasn't going to let it take my life too. Hunters are not known for their long lives, and I didn't want to give my life up for people that would never know my name. Learning to live outside the hunting life was more complicated than I thought that it would be. I was settling down in a small town in northern Ohio, making sure that my home was as safe as it could be. 

I found a job at the local pharmacy and settled down into the apple pie life that I always dreamed of as a kid. However, I could never honestly give up hunting altogether, taking on small hunts around me. I didn't want the place that I was calling home under threat. So when the news of people being attacked by their loved ones swear that it wasn't them. Or there was a prof that they must have been in two places at once. I knew that I had to step in and do something.

It didn't take me long to figure out that it was a shifter. So once the sun went down, I went on the hunt for the shifter. So grabbing my bows and knives, I start my search through the sewers under the town. I had been searching for the shifter for over an hour when I heard yelling coming from the side tunnels. So moving as quietly as I could, I got to where the yelling was coming.

"You lay a hand on him; you will be dead before you hit the ground; you hear me!" A deep voice says. Looking around the corner, I see a guy tired up to a chair, and the other is passed out cold. Judging by the blood running down the side of his head, the shifter must have hit him over the head. Watching the one standing move around, I quietly grab an arrow and get ready to shoot. Aiming at the shifter's back, I let the arrow fly where I know his heart will be.

With the shifter dead on the ground, I move further into the space where the two men are tied up before grabbing my knife to cut the rope. I dont give the one that is still conscious time to say anything before I cut him free.

'Who are you?" He asks as he stands from his chair, moving to put himself between the other man and me.

"Names Y/N." I turn my silver knife in my hand and hold it out to him, giving him the chance to cut the ropes on the other guy. he doesn't say anything as he takes the knife from my hand before turning and cutting the other man's rope. I know that he doesn't want any help from me, but there is no way that he will be able to carry the other man out on his own.

"What's your name?" I ask the man as I throw the unconscious man's arm over my shoulder.

"I'm Dean, and he is my brother Sam," Dean tells me as he motions to Sam as we carry him out of the sewers.

"Sam and Dean Winchester?" I can't help but ask him. Every hunter here in the United States has heard of the brothers. They both have been said to have been killed multiple times; they started and stopped the apocalypse. They are legends among us hunters. I never thought that I would get to meet them, and honestly, I dont know if I wanted to meet them. They bring death and destruction where ever they go.

"Ya," Dean says with a scowl on his face. He doesn't seem happy that I know who he and his brother are. We continue to move in silence until we get to the point that we can get above ground again. Stepping out into the fresh air is the best thing that has ever happened all day today. The stink of the sewers is unlike anything else. 

"You got a car?" I ask as we set Sam down to sit against a nearby tree.

"It's is a bit of a walk. We were taken by surprise and not ready to gank a shifter." So Dean tells me as he looks over the wound on Sam's head. It doesn't look that bad; he just got hit pretty well. He should be waking up any minute now.

"Go get your car. I'll watch over Sam." It would also give me time to clean up his wound.

"Why should I trust you?" He says as he stands to his full height and turns on me.

"Look, if I wanted to hurt you and your brother, I would have done it. Just because I know who you are doesn't mean that I am not just as good of a hunter and fighter as you are. We cant carry Sam that far, and you know it. Get your car. I'll watch over Sam and keep him safe, I promise." Dean must believe me as he turns and walks off without saying anything to me. 

I crouch in front of Sam as I dig in the small bag that I brought with me, pulling out some bandages and cleaning the blood from his face. Having heard of Sam and Dean, no one told me how beautiful Sam was. And with all the blood off his face, I can't help but take him in. I could have seen myself asking him on a date in another life.

"Dean?" I hear a quiet voice say. 

"Your bother went to get your car; he should be back soon, Sam. Can you tell me what year it is?" He seems to take me for my word and answers all the questions I have him to see if he has a concussion.

"Well, you dont have a concussion. I'm Y/N, by the way."

"What happened?" Sam asks me as I used the last of my clean gauze to hold to his head.

"Not too sure how you two got down there. I didn't ask, but when I found the both of you tied to a chair with a shifter going at Dean. But I didn't live too far from here and knew that I had to do something much like the two of you. So I find out where the shifter must have been hiding. I got him in the back before the shifter could do too much damage to Dean."

"I guess I should say thank you," Sam tells me with a smile. I can feel my cheeks turn red, having that smile in my direction. Unfortunately, I don't get a chance to replay as I hear a car pulling up.

"Let's go, Sammy," Dean says as he steps out of the car and makes his way toward the two of us. Before thinking better of it, I slip a piece of paper with my name and number into his hand before turning and walking away from the brothers.

I dont hear anything from Sam right away, and I wasn't expecting to hear from him ever; if I was being honest, but not even twenty-four hours later, I was getting a call from an unknown number.

"Hello?" I ask as I answer the call.

"Y/N? It's Sam Winchester." If I didn't know any better, I would say that Sam sounded nervous to talk to me.

"How are you feeling, Sam?" I say as I move around my kitchen, making dinner. I am cutting up the vegetables I need for the meal I plan to make.

"Dean and I will be in town for a couple more days, and I wondered if I could take you out for drinks to thank you."

"Are you asking me on a date, Sam?" I place the knife down on the cutting board as I wait for his answer

"Yes, I am Y/N."

"Sure, Sam. I know a good place to get dinner and a drink."

"Great, meet you in half an hour?" Sam says to me, and I can hear the smile in his voice, causing me to smile in return.

"Sounds good. I'll see you soon, Sam." I dont give him any chance to say anything more to me before I hang up the phone. Knowing hunters as I do, I know that Sam must have looked into me and knew where I lived. I was unsure what I was getting into, but I knew that I wanted to get to know him more after the short conversation.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Please leave a heart and a re-blog

Do you think there needs to be a part two? Let me know what you think!! Requests are open so send them in.

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If you are under the age of 18, please do not follow my blog. Please do not interact with my fanfiction. Understand that you are not only putting yourself in harm's way but me as well.

Dear Minors who keep following and Interacting with Explicit stories, I want you to look at this:

Link: https://www.avvo.com/legal-answers/what-laws-apply-to-a-minor-writing-reading-explici-4921019.html

It is illegal for an individual to knowingly use interactive computer services to display obscenity in a manner that makes it available to a minor less than 18 years of age (See 47 U.S.C. § 223(d)). (As stated in a Tumblr post. Click the link to read it fully)

I have seen a lot of discourse, again, about minors being in NSFW spaces and even some adults defending minors and that's not okay. A friend and I have done some research and have collected the above materials to show minors (those who are under the age of 18) that it is illegal for a minor to write, read, or interact with any sort of NSFW work.

When you do so you are putting adults at risk because adults will have to answer for your actions. You are putting adults at risk of legal trouble. When an adult blocks you it is not because they are trying to be mean, it's because they are trying to protect themselves and in existence you from anything bad happening. Nobody wants to end up in jail over a fucking fictional story. It's not fair to adults that you're putting them at such risk because you want to read about your favorite characters having sex.

An author has a responsibility to tag their stories, put warnings on them, and at times disclaimers for the stories so that the reader can make an informed decision before reading. If a story is marked as explicit or the author says they do not want anyone under the age of 18 to read their content then don't read it.

Everyone is allowed to have boundaries. Smut authors are trying to create safe boundaries so they do not do anything that would get them into trouble. If a person - whether or not an they write smut expresses that they don't want children or teens to follow them then that needs to be respected.

It is not anyone responsibility to provide minors with blogs that are safe for them to consume. If a minor can find NSFW blogs then they can find blogs that are safe for them.

Parents - and I know there are parents on here - need to take it upon themselves to educate their children on internet safety and not going into spaces that are not for them. They need to be more proactive in knowing what their children are doing on the internet. There are too many unsafe places and unsafe people on the internet for children and teens to be on it without parent knowledge.

Minors: you need to think about what you're doing and how you're putting people in danger. It is not worth it just so you can read material that's meant for adults. Stop putting people at risk. Stop not listening. Stop following blogs that are under the age of 18. You are in the wrong, not the adults blocking you.

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Long Hair Happiness

A/N: This is for the Anon that asked Hello hello !! Your bio says requests are open and I’d love to send in a request for you. Would it be OK to request Sam x Reader where Sam has been growing his hair out longer because the reader loves his hair and usually resorts to wearing a bun all the time, Consequently, he rarely notices the length because he doesn’t usually wear it down? Until one night where he and the reader are cuddling and he takes it down only to realize it’s grown to an unmanageable length (like below his waist of something) so he gets really flustered and embarrassed and asks the reader to chop it off to a more reasonable length?

All mistakes are mine and mine alone.

Summary: Having a quiet night in the Bunker the Reader cant help but let her thoughts run away from her.

Parings: Sam/Reader

Warnings: None

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Laying in bed with Sam's head in my lap, I run my fingers through his hair as we watch tv. It had been a slow couple of weeks with nothing too serious going on. The world wasn't ending, and the Demons seemed to be quiet. We had gone on a couple of hunts the there had been textbook, and we all walked away with nothing more than the bruises. I had stopped paying attention to what we were watching about an hour ago—just enjoying the feeling of peace.

Sam's hair had been getting longer as we hadn't had much time to stop and do anything to take care of ourselves before now. Sam had pulled his hair up to keep it out of his face the last couple of hunts. I know that his hair is starting to get to him. I believe that Sam doesn't want to cut his hair since I have always told him that I loved to run my fingers through it. That it helped calm me down after a nightmare or a rough hunt.

Sam would do anything for me to keep me happy. Anything to keep me alive and here with him. He is the best thing that has ever happened to me. He loves me without reason, just as I love him. Sam would die for me without thought, and that scares me at the end of the day. But that is not what is bothering me.

"What are you thinking about Y/N?" Sam's voice breaks me out of my thoughts, stopping my train of thoughts from spiraling down more than they already have.

"Just the last couple of weeks. Nothing bad, I promise." I lean down and kiss his head before looking back to the TV.

"I've been worried about you, Y/N; you have been quiet the last couple of days," Sam says as he takes my hands in his.

"I love you, Sam."

"You're not breaking up with me, are you?" I can see the looks of worry on his face. The thought of breaking up with Sam never crossed my mind. I need Sam just as much as I need air to breathe.

"What! No, why would you..." Sam breaks me off by kissing me. Stealing the breath from my lungs, I can't help but melt into him before he breaks the kiss, pulls me into his arms and sits me on his lab.

"Then what is the matter," Sam whispers into my neck, curling into me as if he wanted to hide me from the outside world.

"It's stupid," I mumble. I do not want to say my thoughts out loud.

"It matters to me, Y/N."

"I know that you would do anything for me. You love me just as much as I love you. Would you do anything to keep me happy even if you didn't want to do it? Even if you were not happy?" I don't lift my head from where it rests on his shoulder. I don't want to see the look on his face as I talk.

"Y/N, of course, I want you to be happy. Where is this coming from?"

"It's just your hair. I know that it is irritating you. But I told you that I love your long hair, so why are you growing it out longer if you don't like it?" Sam starts laughing, holding me closer to him.

"Is this- Y/N you had me so worried. Yes, my hair has gotten longer than I have ever let it. I just haven't had time to go and get it cut. Do you maybe want to help me?"

"Only if you want to cut it. I never want you to do something for me to keep me happy." Sam moves me off of his lap before standing from the bed and holding his hand out. I don't even hesitate to take his hand and let him pull me off our bed. We pad to the bathroom before closing the door behind the two of us. I watch as Sam finds a pair of scissors before covering his shoulder with a towel. Sam moved to sit on a bench in the room before holding the scissors out to me.

"Come on, Y/N." I quickly move to take the scissors from him. It doesn't take me long to cut his hair back to above his shoulders. It is once more to the same length when I first met him. Without speaking, Sam starts to take his clothing off before moving to turn the shower on. Sam helps me pull my clothes off before pulling me under the shower letting the hot water run down my back.

Sam lets me wash his now much shorter hair before I move to wash his body. Sam is doing the same for me. We quickly finish up before making our way back to our room to get dressed before climbing back into bed and continuing our night in front of the TV.

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Even Demons feel love

A/N: I can't find the request for this one anymore, sorry. This one took on a life of its own, so please let me know what you think

All mistakes are mine and mine alone.

Warnings: Violence, mentions of torture. Death.

Summary: The Reader is a Demon when she meets the boys. But everything goes wrong when Sam finds out that the Reader is one.

Pairings: Kinda Dean/Reader

I quickly stop the demon in front of me from moving before my knife is shoved into its side. I watch the light flicker in its eyes before it goes out, dropping the body to the ground. I move as quietly as possible, killing as many demons as possible. The information I have is that the monster in charge of this group has two Hunters that they plan on killing but not after they torture them first. I might be a demon now, but I wasn't always. I made a deal with a cross-road demon to save someone I loved. I have been told that my contract wasn't like other deals. I never went to Hell and wasn't tortured like others. My soul is black like all demons, but unlike them, I still have my heart, which is something they can never take away from me. And once a hunter, always a hunter, im just a different kind of hunter now. Standing in the doorway of the room where they are holding the two hunters, I lean against the doorframe as the demon gives his evil monolog. I never really understand why they do this. It never ends well for them. "Why do you guys always insist on telling everyone your plan?" I ask the room as I step into it, not wanting to listen anymore to the demon ramble on. Its voice was testing what little patience I had. Nevertheless, it doesn't take me long to deal with the demons in the room. They are rather low-ranking demons and not that smart it's almost too easy to deal with them. I haven't had a decent fight in some time. Everything that I am hunting seems to be getting stupider and stupider. "Hello," I say after the last demon falls; I turn to the two guys tied to chairs. I quickly move to untie them so they can leave now that all the demons are dead. It doesn't take long for me to cut them free. I move to leave the room, wanting to get away from these hunters as fast as I can. "Wait!" I hear him yell behind me as I walk down the hallway. I dont stop walking, pretending that I didn't even hear him. Instead, I start moving faster as I listen to their footsteps behind me. One of them grabs my arm, pulling me to stop walking.

"I'm Sam; this is my brother Dean," Sam tells me as I turn to look at them. I try to keep the shock off my face. I knew I was coming in to help two hunters, but I didn't think it would be the Winchesters. Every demon knows who the Winchester is, and I know that I dont want them to find out that I am also a demon. I dont want to die even as a demon. "Y/N," I tell them, not wanting to be rude. When his hand drops from my arm, I breathe a sigh of relief as they both take a step back from me. "Let us say thanks. Let us get dinner for all of us?" Dean says. "No, thank you. I prefer to be alone." I tell both of them as I take a step back from them. I quickly run from the building and get away from them; I hide in the trees surrounding the building. I can see them looking for me as they come out of the building, but I know that they will not find me, not if I dont want to be found. It doesn't take me long to forget about the interaction with the Winchester and go on with what little of a life I have. I keep hunting and killing every monster I encounter—sitting in a bar after another successful hunt watching all the humans around me. It makes me miss all the things that came with being human. But, when I hear the door open, I watch the people enter the bar. And they are none other than the Winchesters. It doesn't take long for Dean to see me and point me out to Sam. The bar is small, with nowhere to go without them seeing me. I pretend not to see them hoping that they will leave me alone. But when is the universe ever on my side? Finally, they make their way over to me and slide into the seats across from me.

"Hello again," Dean says with a smile on his face. I know they are trying to be kind, but all I can feel is fear. I try to give them a small smile, but it doesn't work from their looks. Looking down at the beer in my hands, I start pulling at the label. "Look, we just want to say thanks for saving our asses a couple of months ago," Dean says, reaching across the table and trying to touch my hand. I move quickly to place both my hands on my lap. "I was just doing my job," I whisper to them, hoping to make myself look smaller and not someone they would want to look into. I want to leave this bar alive without fighting off the Winchesters to survive. But instead, I can see both of them look at me with sad faces. "I'm gonna go," I say to them as I slide out of the booth. Dean grabs my arm as I try to slip by him. "Please don't go." I turn to look at Dean, then down at my arm, where his hand is on me. Looking at their faces, I would have crumbled if I had been human. They both seem to have mastered the puppy eyes, and even as a demon, I can feel myself melt a little. "I- Okay." I retake a seat, facing them. I look at them better than I did when I first met them. They both have kind faces; it makes me miss being human even more. Both of them would have been someone that I would have wanted to be friends with. It doesn't take long for me to fall into an easy conversation with them, forgetting what I am and just feeling kind of human for a moment. By the night's end, I am leaving after giving them both of my numbers in case they need my help. It doesn't take them long after that night to call me, asking me for my help on hunts. Soon after, I traveled with them full time, going from hunt to hunt. Even with my blackened soul, I can't help but start to feel something for Dean. It would have been love if I were still human, but I can no longer feel love. Nothing seems to stay good for me. I was hurt on a hunt; it would have killed me if I had been human. As a demon, it didn't hurt like a bitch, but I pulled the knife out of my side and dropped it to the ground. I didn't know that Sam had been watching me the whole time. "Y/N?" I hear Sam whisper from the doorway. I know my eyes have gone black and show that I am a demon. Sam doesn't take long to get over his shock and move on to me. He moves quicker than I thought he could, throwing some holy water on me, making me scream out in pain as he puts the demon cuffs on me. Hearing me scream, Dean starts running to me, not knowing that Sam is hurting me. Not that I can blame him. "Sam please?" I whisper to him as he holds an angel blade to my neck. It is then that Dean makes his way into the room. "What are you doing!" Dean yells at Sam once he sees what is happening in this room. "She is possessed! I saw her eyes; she screamed when I put holy water on her." Once more, Sam throws more holy water onto me. I can feel my skin start to blister and burn, and I can't stop the whimper that makes its way past my lips. "Please let me explain. It's not…." I try to speak, but Dean cuts me off.

"No, you will get out of her NOW!" Dean yells at me before moving closer to me. Then, he starts to do the exorcism. "No! I don't want to die. Please, Dean, it's me. PLEASE!" They both must hear something in my voice that causes them to stop. "Please. I need your help." As Sam holds the knife to my neck, Dean quickly makes a demon trap before they put me inside of it, so I can't get away. "Explain." It is the only thing that Dean says to me. "It was 1942. My family had been sent to the camps. I managed to get away. But I knew what was coming. I had to save them. A demon was willing to make me deal with me. I saved their lives, but it cost me my soul. They might have my soul, but they dont have my heart. Please, im not evil." "Why should we believe you," Sam asks as he walks around me. "You know me. This whole time I've been a demon. I've never hurt anyone! I've never possessed anyone. This is my body. It always has been. Dean, please. I don't want to die!" "I Believe you," Dean says as he steps into the devil's trap and places his hand against my cheek. I lean into his touch; I can't help it. Dean has always managed to make me feel safe. Sam doesn't know that Dean and I have been seeing each other for months. "We will help you." "Thank you," I whisper to Dean, looking into his eyes. I can't help the tears that start to fall down my face. For the first time, I let them take me to the Bunker; I always managed to give a reason never to go. Of course, this was never how I wanted them to discover that I was a demon, but if anyone could help me, it would be them. I dont know what they have planned for me, but I will do whatever it takes. I want to be me again. It hurts. What they are injecting me with hurts; it feels like lava is being poured into my veins. I can't always help the screams that break past my lips. And whenever it happens, I see Dean flinch as if it is hurting him. "Dean? I'm sorry. I am so sorry!… I-I love you." I whisper at the end; it's the first time I have ever said it to him. It's the first time I am sure of what I am feeling. "Hey. Hey Y/N, you are doing so well. It's almost over." As he says that, Sam pushes another syringe into my neck. The whole time I have been a demon, I have done everything that I could not die, and for the first time, I wish I could die. I must have blacked out from the pain this time; when I open my eyes, I am sitting on Dean's lap. I can see the tears making their way down his face. My hand shakes as I lift my arm, but I manage to wipe the tears from his face. "Dean," I say with a smile on my face.

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Even Demons feel love

A/N: I can't find the request for this one anymore, sorry. This one took on a life of its own, so please let me know what you think

All mistakes are mine and mine alone.

Warnings: Violence, mentions of torture. Death.

Summary: The Reader is a Demon when she meets the boys. But everything goes wrong when Sam finds out that the Reader is one.

Pairings: Kinda Dean/Reader

I quickly stop the demon in front of me from moving before my knife is shoved into its side. I watch the light flicker in its eyes before it goes out, dropping the body to the ground. I move as quietly as possible, killing as many demons as possible. The information I have is that the monster in charge of this group has two Hunters that they plan on killing but not after they torture them first. I might be a demon now, but I wasn't always. I made a deal with a cross-road demon to save someone I loved. I have been told that my contract wasn't like other deals. I never went to Hell and wasn't tortured like others. My soul is black like all demons, but unlike them, I still have my heart, which is something they can never take away from me. And once a hunter, always a hunter, im just a different kind of hunter now. Standing in the doorway of the room where they are holding the two hunters, I lean against the doorframe as the demon gives his evil monolog. I never really understand why they do this. It never ends well for them. "Why do you guys always insist on telling everyone your plan?" I ask the room as I step into it, not wanting to listen anymore to the demon ramble on. Its voice was testing what little patience I had. Nevertheless, it doesn't take me long to deal with the demons in the room. They are rather low-ranking demons and not that smart it's almost too easy to deal with them. I haven't had a decent fight in some time. Everything that I am hunting seems to be getting stupider and stupider. "Hello," I say after the last demon falls; I turn to the two guys tied to chairs. I quickly move to untie them so they can leave now that all the demons are dead. It doesn't take long for me to cut them free. I move to leave the room, wanting to get away from these hunters as fast as I can. "Wait!" I hear him yell behind me as I walk down the hallway. I dont stop walking, pretending that I didn't even hear him. Instead, I start moving faster as I listen to their footsteps behind me. One of them grabs my arm, pulling me to stop walking.

"I'm Sam; this is my brother Dean," Sam tells me as I turn to look at them. I try to keep the shock off my face. I knew I was coming in to help two hunters, but I didn't think it would be the Winchesters. Every demon knows who the Winchester is, and I know that I dont want them to find out that I am also a demon. I dont want to die even as a demon. "Y/N," I tell them, not wanting to be rude. When his hand drops from my arm, I breathe a sigh of relief as they both take a step back from me. "Let us say thanks. Let us get dinner for all of us?" Dean says. "No, thank you. I prefer to be alone." I tell both of them as I take a step back from them. I quickly run from the building and get away from them; I hide in the trees surrounding the building. I can see them looking for me as they come out of the building, but I know that they will not find me, not if I dont want to be found. It doesn't take me long to forget about the interaction with the Winchester and go on with what little of a life I have. I keep hunting and killing every monster I encounter—sitting in a bar after another successful hunt watching all the humans around me. It makes me miss all the things that came with being human. But, when I hear the door open, I watch the people enter the bar. And they are none other than the Winchesters. It doesn't take long for Dean to see me and point me out to Sam. The bar is small, with nowhere to go without them seeing me. I pretend not to see them hoping that they will leave me alone. But when is the universe ever on my side? Finally, they make their way over to me and slide into the seats across from me.

"Hello again," Dean says with a smile on his face. I know they are trying to be kind, but all I can feel is fear. I try to give them a small smile, but it doesn't work from their looks. Looking down at the beer in my hands, I start pulling at the label. "Look, we just want to say thanks for saving our asses a couple of months ago," Dean says, reaching across the table and trying to touch my hand. I move quickly to place both my hands on my lap. "I was just doing my job," I whisper to them, hoping to make myself look smaller and not someone they would want to look into. I want to leave this bar alive without fighting off the Winchesters to survive. But instead, I can see both of them look at me with sad faces. "I'm gonna go," I say to them as I slide out of the booth. Dean grabs my arm as I try to slip by him. "Please don't go." I turn to look at Dean, then down at my arm, where his hand is on me. Looking at their faces, I would have crumbled if I had been human. They both seem to have mastered the puppy eyes, and even as a demon, I can feel myself melt a little. "I- Okay." I retake a seat, facing them. I look at them better than I did when I first met them. They both have kind faces; it makes me miss being human even more. Both of them would have been someone that I would have wanted to be friends with. It doesn't take long for me to fall into an easy conversation with them, forgetting what I am and just feeling kind of human for a moment. By the night's end, I am leaving after giving them both of my numbers in case they need my help. It doesn't take them long after that night to call me, asking me for my help on hunts. Soon after, I traveled with them full time, going from hunt to hunt. Even with my blackened soul, I can't help but start to feel something for Dean. It would have been love if I were still human, but I can no longer feel love. Nothing seems to stay good for me. I was hurt on a hunt; it would have killed me if I had been human. As a demon, it didn't hurt like a bitch, but I pulled the knife out of my side and dropped it to the ground. I didn't know that Sam had been watching me the whole time. "Y/N?" I hear Sam whisper from the doorway. I know my eyes have gone black and show that I am a demon. Sam doesn't take long to get over his shock and move on to me. He moves quicker than I thought he could, throwing some holy water on me, making me scream out in pain as he puts the demon cuffs on me. Hearing me scream, Dean starts running to me, not knowing that Sam is hurting me. Not that I can blame him. "Sam please?" I whisper to him as he holds an angel blade to my neck. It is then that Dean makes his way into the room. "What are you doing!" Dean yells at Sam once he sees what is happening in this room. "She is possessed! I saw her eyes; she screamed when I put holy water on her." Once more, Sam throws more holy water onto me. I can feel my skin start to blister and burn, and I can't stop the whimper that makes its way past my lips. "Please let me explain. It's not…." I try to speak, but Dean cuts me off.

"No, you will get out of her NOW!" Dean yells at me before moving closer to me. Then, he starts to do the exorcism. "No! I don't want to die. Please, Dean, it's me. PLEASE!" They both must hear something in my voice that causes them to stop. "Please. I need your help." As Sam holds the knife to my neck, Dean quickly makes a demon trap before they put me inside of it, so I can't get away. "Explain." It is the only thing that Dean says to me. "It was 1942. My family had been sent to the camps. I managed to get away. But I knew what was coming. I had to save them. A demon was willing to make me deal with me. I saved their lives, but it cost me my soul. They might have my soul, but they dont have my heart. Please, im not evil." "Why should we believe you," Sam asks as he walks around me. "You know me. This whole time I've been a demon. I've never hurt anyone! I've never possessed anyone. This is my body. It always has been. Dean, please. I don't want to die!" "I Believe you," Dean says as he steps into the devil's trap and places his hand against my cheek. I lean into his touch; I can't help it. Dean has always managed to make me feel safe. Sam doesn't know that Dean and I have been seeing each other for months. "We will help you." "Thank you," I whisper to Dean, looking into his eyes. I can't help the tears that start to fall down my face. For the first time, I let them take me to the Bunker; I always managed to give a reason never to go. Of course, this was never how I wanted them to discover that I was a demon, but if anyone could help me, it would be them. I dont know what they have planned for me, but I will do whatever it takes. I want to be me again. It hurts. What they are injecting me with hurts; it feels like lava is being poured into my veins. I can't always help the screams that break past my lips. And whenever it happens, I see Dean flinch as if it is hurting him. "Dean? I'm sorry. I am so sorry!… I-I love you." I whisper at the end; it's the first time I have ever said it to him. It's the first time I am sure of what I am feeling. "Hey. Hey Y/N, you are doing so well. It's almost over." As he says that, Sam pushes another syringe into my neck. The whole time I have been a demon, I have done everything that I could not die, and for the first time, I wish I could die. I must have blacked out from the pain this time; when I open my eyes, I am sitting on Dean's lap. I can see the tears making their way down his face. My hand shakes as I lift my arm, but I manage to wipe the tears from his face. "Dean," I say with a smile on my face.

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The Demon Deal

A/N: This is for @wirdbeimaufhebengebunden who asked Heyy, I saw that your requests are open. I have an idea for a Dean x Reader. They are on a hunt, and she has to make a deal to save Sam (because she knows how much he means to Dean, and he can't live without him, Sam is also your best friend, and the world needs the Winchesters). But then she decides to leave them because the deal causes too much trouble for the brothers. Then they try to find her. Make it as fluffy and angsty as you like :)

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Warnings: Mentions of death, violence, and Hell.

Summary: The reader makes a Deal with Crowley to save Sam's life.

Everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong, and now I have to sit and watch Sam take his last breath. Silent tears run down my face as Dean openly sobs over Sam holding his head to his chest. In between the sobs, Dean begs Sam to wake up. 

"WAKE UP!" Dean is screaming, shaking Sam. 

"Dean, we have to go." I try to get Dean moving, knowing that someone must have heard the firefight we just had. We have to get out of here if we dont want to be arrested.

"Don't. Just don't!" Dean yells at me as he picks Sam up and carries him out of the building. I can hear the sirens in the distance getting closer. We dont have that much time to get out of here. Dean lays him down in the back seat before jumping in the front of the car and starting up Baby. We haul ass to get out of there before the cops get here. 

It doesn't take us long to get back to the motel room. We move quickly, not wanting anyone to see Sam. Dean carefully sets Sam down on his bed with the door closed behind us. He left the bed unmade that morning as we had an early start and figured it didn't matter. The tears once more fill my eyes. I dont want to think of Sam in the past tense. Sam can't just be gone; the world needs him. Dean needs him. 

Dean doesn't want to believe he is gone as he sets to work on cleaning all the blood off him. With Dean's back to me, I quickly left the room. I dont manage to walk far before I hit the ground with my knees and just let out a scream. Once back on my feet, I keep walking. I don't know where I am going; I know that I dont want to be in the room.

"Hello, Darling." I hear Crowley say as he falls into step next to me.

"Fuck you!" I scream to him as I turn to punch him in the face.

"Now, now, Darling, I'm here to help you. I have a deal for you. I will bring Sam back to life in exchange for you spending ten years in Hell working for me."

"What's the catch?" I ask him as I finally stop walking and turn to look at him.

"No catch. You work for me for ten years, and I'll bring Sam back to life." He says with what he probably thinks is a comforting smile. But it's not. It didn't take long for me to know I would take the Deal. Dean needs Sam more than he could ever need me. I'm just the hunter that they picked up and never left. So life will go on for both of them.

"Deal," I say as Crowley pulls me into the kiss to seal the Deal.

Time Skip

My time in Hell, for the most part, wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. For the most part, Crowly just had me doing his dirty work and killing demons that he felt got out of line. What surprised me the most was the amount of bureaucracy in Hell and why he needed me to help him. Even though he wanted these demons killed that would not listen to him, he couldn't just outright kill them. 

My time in Hell also taught me more than I think Crowley wanted me to know. I learned the inner workings of Hell once I found the library where I was staying. Ten years was a long time, and I think I managed to read just about every book in the library.

"Your ten years are up tomorrow, Y/N." I hear Crowley say from behind me from where I stand, looking out a window and over the Hellscape.

"I know." I dont turn to look at him. It didn't take long for us to build a friendship. I am not saying that I still dont want to kill him, but I definitely dont want his job, and I might even have a little more respect for him than I did when this all started. 

"What are you going to do once you are back topside? Find Moose and Squirrel?" 

"I don't know. I doubt they would even take me back after making a demon deal."

"Now you know that isn't true. They haven't stopped looking for you." Crowley comes and stands next to me, placing his hand on my shoulder. 

"As much as I hate you, I have grown to respect the three of you. Give them a chance. You saved Sam with your Deal with me. If they can't understand that, then that is their loss."

"You love me, and you know it, Crowley," I tell him with a slight smile on my face. We spend the rest of the night in silence, both of us waiting for what is our daylight to shine, signaling my end in Hell.

"I will drop you off as close to the Bunker as possible. After that, the rest of it will be up to you." He says before placing his hand on my shoulder again; then everything goes black.

When I finally come, I am lying on the side of the road, the blue sky above me. Seeing the color blue brings me to tears. I didn't know how much I missed that color till I saw it again. Then, Hell was all fire and brimstone, blacks and red. When I finally sit up, I can see the Bunker. I get to my feet and stumble my way to the Bunker. Part of me always thought that I would never see it again. That something would happen while doing Crowley's dirty work. I never dared to dream that I would see Sam smile or hear Dean laugh. 

Opening the heavy door of the Bunker, I quietly step down onto the landing. I can't see them from where I am standing, making my way down the stairs. Once at the bottom of the stairs, I am thrown against the nearest wall with a knife against my neck. I look up to see Sam is the one holding the knife. It feels like all the air is knocked out of my lungs. I knew that Crowly would uphold his end of the Deal, but I watched Sam take his last breath at the time. Seeing him now almost had the power to bring me to my knees.

"Sammy," I whisper. I dont do anything else as he stares at me. He doesn't take his eyes off me as he screams for Dean. I hear Dean running toward us, but Sam never moves the knife. 

"Sam!" Dean yells once he is in the room. Sam movies just enough for Dean to see me. 

"Y/N," Dean whispers once he sees me. Dean looks tired once I take him in; I want to do more, but Sam is still holding a knife to my neck, and I dont want to move. 

"Hi," I whisper, my voice rough, making me wonder how long I lay outside after Crowley dropped me off. Sam and Dean have one of the silent conversations that they have. Dean moves away from us, moving into the Bunker. Sam removes the knife but keeps his hand on my shoulder as he pushes me away from the wall, his grip tight and most painful as he walks me into the map room. 

Once Dean is back in the room, I am quickly handcuffed to a chair. I Dont say anything nor argue as they run the tests to see if it is me and not some monster wearing my face. Once the tests were run, Dean quickly uncuffed and pulled into a hug. Dean is down on his knees, me sitting on his lap. 

"How?" Dean whispers to me.

"I saved Sam," I whisper just as quietly. Sam is sitting on the floor next to Dean and me.

"Y/N?" I can hear the question in Sam's voice when he says my name.

"I made a deal. The world needs you both. Im not that important. Crowley offered me a deal of ten years in Hell for Sam's life. I took the Deal."

"You've been in hell?" Dean asks me, his voice breaking as he asks me. I nod my head yes as I finally wrap my arms around Dean. I know we all have a lot to talk about, but I'm just going to sit in Dean's arms for now. The rest can wait. 

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Harry Potter Masterlist

Chrismas Pride

Truth lies and going home Part Two The Reader has always known she was adopted and was shocked when she found out about her parentage. Not knowing how to deal with it she hides it till she finds herself at Hogwarts and face to face with her brother.

Chrismas change of heart After falling asleep in a classroom late at night the Reader finds Severus as he is in the middle of being tormented by James and Sirius.

A Dance at the Yule ball When the Yule Ball comes around the Reader doesn’t want to go but does for her friends. Wanting to have a good seventh year at school. But can one dance change everything?

Not always what it seems Sitting out and watching the stars lead to the truth.

Breaktime comfort During their lunch break the Reader/Severus spend that time togeather.

Firelight Hurt and exhausted from a mission that went south the Reader and Snape are not able to get back to the Order and are forced to make it on their own during the night.

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Shadowhunters Master List

Catching the wind The Reader loves Jace more than anything. Seeing him spend all of his time the Clary breaks the Reader's heart. When the Clave offers a job at another Institute. Now she has to decide if she going to stay and have her heart broken or move on and maybe find happiness.

Bloody chair What was supposed to be a simple mission turns out to be anything but for the Reader.

Hidden Truth When the Reader finds out that she is pregnant by her ex-boyfriend the only person that she tells is Alec.

Calling of a demon Part Two The Reader goes on a mission after her break-up with Jace. Now she will have to find out if she will come out of it alive

A what? Part Two The Reader is crying in a park when a kind man stops to ask if she is okay. Both find out something they were not expecting.

Beginning of the end The reader is in a relationship with a man named Danny but not everything is the way it seems 

No Good The Reader and Alec don’t get along till one day the reader is hurt on a mission and then everything seems to change

Wanted Reader is wanted by the Clave for her crime but it's not all they made it out to be.

Broken down Part Two

Finding out something new

When a friend is in need Part Two

It's over Reader breaks up with their boyfriend and it does not go well.

Happy endings? Maybe It is the day of the Readers birthday when she finds Jace kissing Clary. Now the only question is will they have a happy ending

Nightmares we share The Reader has a Nightmare with Alec and Magnus there to save the day.

A frozen swim

Are you ready for this Alec Alec and the Reader have been together for two years but are they ready for the next step of their relationship? 

No matter how far you run you will always find your way back home The Reader after finding out she is pregnant went to go on a Hunt with Izzy and Alec only to be stopped by Jace, the father of the child. The Reader knows what will happen to her if the Clave finds out that she is pregnant and unmarried, so she runs away with the help of Magnus Bane. Will she find her way back or stay hidden forever? 

Are you ready for the truth? When the Reader's adoptive are killed by the Circle, leaving the Reader in the care of the Institute. When the reader meets Magnus the Reader goes to live with him.

We really need to lock the door, Alec!

Is this really what you want Alec and the Reader have just gotten married; the Reader is now questioning if this is what they really want.

Are you ashamed of me? The reader had to work a double shift at the hos[ital, and when the reader gets home Alec is there waiting for them, all worried, which leads to a fight?

Love tested The Reader and Magnus meet at the club. Will who they are tear them apart or make them stronger.

Let's run away from the problem

Lock the door next time Alec

Pulled Pigtail

Jealousy sometimes does have a happy ending Alec and the Reader are to train but when the Reader gets to the training room she sees someone flirting with Alec and doesn't take it too well.

I'm so much more than a monster Part Two

Surprise! I think?

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Avengers Master List

The truth hurts but also heals The Reader having an argument with her Father Tony Stark she says something she wasn't intending to but it might just be what she needed to say.

The Lost Alchemist After the battle of New York the reader goes to make sure that Tony is okay. Finding him down in his workshop she reflexes how they got to this point.

The light of Change Part Two After a call for the Avengers to assemble is made the Reader, Cap, and Nat are hit by a light changing everything that they know.

Hello, it's... Part Two Part Three The reader after finds that the man she always knew as her father is not really her Father. Her mother had been a wild child when she was younger and Tony Stark was her father. Anger, Love, and New Beginnings await her.

Not what has expected The Avengers wake up to the sirens going off at the compound but what they find is not what they are expecting.

This is a Start I got to say

This goodbye is not forever

Panic within the group

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The Walking Dead Master List

Please not again

The Meadow The reader is shot by Ron instead of Carl and this is what happens to her after she gets shot.

I will always make my way back to you

Maggie and Glenn Take's place at the prison. Maggie and Glenn our on their way back from a run when they find the reader fighting off a horde of walkers. Only to find that she is different than most people and still just a child. Will Rick let her stay or will she have to go?  

Jesus Love

Sarcastic Girl

What once was lost has now been found Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

Not all was lost that day

Lost: Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

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The Demon Deal

A/N: This is for @wirdbeimaufhebengebunden who asked Heyy, I saw that your requests are open. I have an idea for a Dean x Reader. They are on a hunt, and she has to make a deal to save Sam (because she knows how much he means to Dean, and he can't live without him, Sam is also your best friend, and the world needs the Winchesters). But then she decides to leave them because the deal causes too much trouble for the brothers. Then they try to find her. Make it as fluffy and angsty as you like :)

All mistakes are mine and mine alone.

Warnings: Mentions of death, violence, and Hell.

Summary: The reader makes a Deal with Crowley to save Sam's life.

Everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong, and now I have to sit and watch Sam take his last breath. Silent tears run down my face as Dean openly sobs over Sam holding his head to his chest. In between the sobs, Dean begs Sam to wake up. 

"WAKE UP!" Dean is screaming, shaking Sam. 

"Dean, we have to go." I try to get Dean moving, knowing that someone must have heard the firefight we just had. We have to get out of here if we dont want to be arrested.

"Don't. Just don't!" Dean yells at me as he picks Sam up and carries him out of the building. I can hear the sirens in the distance getting closer. We dont have that much time to get out of here. Dean lays him down in the back seat before jumping in the front of the car and starting up Baby. We haul ass to get out of there before the cops get here. 

It doesn't take us long to get back to the motel room. We move quickly, not wanting anyone to see Sam. Dean carefully sets Sam down on his bed with the door closed behind us. He left the bed unmade that morning as we had an early start and figured it didn't matter. The tears once more fill my eyes. I dont want to think of Sam in the past tense. Sam can't just be gone; the world needs him. Dean needs him. 

Dean doesn't want to believe he is gone as he sets to work on cleaning all the blood off him. With Dean's back to me, I quickly left the room. I dont manage to walk far before I hit the ground with my knees and just let out a scream. Once back on my feet, I keep walking. I don't know where I am going; I know that I dont want to be in the room.

"Hello, Darling." I hear Crowley say as he falls into step next to me.

"Fuck you!" I scream to him as I turn to punch him in the face.

"Now, now, Darling, I'm here to help you. I have a deal for you. I will bring Sam back to life in exchange for you spending ten years in Hell working for me."

"What's the catch?" I ask him as I finally stop walking and turn to look at him.

"No catch. You work for me for ten years, and I'll bring Sam back to life." He says with what he probably thinks is a comforting smile. But it's not. It didn't take long for me to know I would take the Deal. Dean needs Sam more than he could ever need me. I'm just the hunter that they picked up and never left. So life will go on for both of them.

"Deal," I say as Crowley pulls me into the kiss to seal the Deal.

Time Skip

My time in Hell, for the most part, wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. For the most part, Crowly just had me doing his dirty work and killing demons that he felt got out of line. What surprised me the most was the amount of bureaucracy in Hell and why he needed me to help him. Even though he wanted these demons killed that would not listen to him, he couldn't just outright kill them. 

My time in Hell also taught me more than I think Crowley wanted me to know. I learned the inner workings of Hell once I found the library where I was staying. Ten years was a long time, and I think I managed to read just about every book in the library.

"Your ten years are up tomorrow, Y/N." I hear Crowley say from behind me from where I stand, looking out a window and over the Hellscape.

"I know." I dont turn to look at him. It didn't take long for us to build a friendship. I am not saying that I still dont want to kill him, but I definitely dont want his job, and I might even have a little more respect for him than I did when this all started. 

"What are you going to do once you are back topside? Find Moose and Squirrel?" 

"I don't know. I doubt they would even take me back after making a demon deal."

"Now you know that isn't true. They haven't stopped looking for you." Crowley comes and stands next to me, placing his hand on my shoulder. 

"As much as I hate you, I have grown to respect the three of you. Give them a chance. You saved Sam with your Deal with me. If they can't understand that, then that is their loss."

"You love me, and you know it, Crowley," I tell him with a slight smile on my face. We spend the rest of the night in silence, both of us waiting for what is our daylight to shine, signaling my end in Hell.

"I will drop you off as close to the Bunker as possible. After that, the rest of it will be up to you." He says before placing his hand on my shoulder again; then everything goes black.

When I finally come, I am lying on the side of the road, the blue sky above me. Seeing the color blue brings me to tears. I didn't know how much I missed that color till I saw it again. Then, Hell was all fire and brimstone, blacks and red. When I finally sit up, I can see the Bunker. I get to my feet and stumble my way to the Bunker. Part of me always thought that I would never see it again. That something would happen while doing Crowley's dirty work. I never dared to dream that I would see Sam smile or hear Dean laugh. 

Opening the heavy door of the Bunker, I quietly step down onto the landing. I can't see them from where I am standing, making my way down the stairs. Once at the bottom of the stairs, I am thrown against the nearest wall with a knife against my neck. I look up to see Sam is the one holding the knife. It feels like all the air is knocked out of my lungs. I knew that Crowly would uphold his end of the Deal, but I watched Sam take his last breath at the time. Seeing him now almost had the power to bring me to my knees.

"Sammy," I whisper. I dont do anything else as he stares at me. He doesn't take his eyes off me as he screams for Dean. I hear Dean running toward us, but Sam never moves the knife. 

"Sam!" Dean yells once he is in the room. Sam movies just enough for Dean to see me. 

"Y/N," Dean whispers once he sees me. Dean looks tired once I take him in; I want to do more, but Sam is still holding a knife to my neck, and I dont want to move. 

"Hi," I whisper, my voice rough, making me wonder how long I lay outside after Crowley dropped me off. Sam and Dean have one of the silent conversations that they have. Dean moves away from us, moving into the Bunker. Sam removes the knife but keeps his hand on my shoulder as he pushes me away from the wall, his grip tight and most painful as he walks me into the map room. 

Once Dean is back in the room, I am quickly handcuffed to a chair. I Dont say anything nor argue as they run the tests to see if it is me and not some monster wearing my face. Once the tests were run, Dean quickly uncuffed and pulled into a hug. Dean is down on his knees, me sitting on his lap. 

"How?" Dean whispers to me.

"I saved Sam," I whisper just as quietly. Sam is sitting on the floor next to Dean and me.

"Y/N?" I can hear the question in Sam's voice when he says my name.

"I made a deal. The world needs you both. Im not that important. Crowley offered me a deal of ten years in Hell for Sam's life. I took the Deal."

"You've been in hell?" Dean asks me, his voice breaking as he asks me. I nod my head yes as I finally wrap my arms around Dean. I know we all have a lot to talk about, but I'm just going to sit in Dean's arms for now. The rest can wait. 

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