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Hey, Jae here. I know I had mentioned that I'd be writing more frequently, and trust me, I have. I have about four different WIPs sitting in my google drive, promise.

I don't know for sure how many of you are itching to read something new, but I promise, if you are. I'm getting there. Hopefully a new Winchester Child will be done soon and I'll get the chance to post it, or at least another oneshot.

Thanks for your patience, y'all 🥰

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Fruity Confessions

Characters: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester

Word Count: 1,584

Genre: fluffy goodness

Summary: After a hunt, the Reader gets very drunk. What will Sam do?

Warnings: alcohol consumption (like, a lot of it), mention of murder (nothing out of SPN norm), mention of smut (in a book), hinted at smutty thoughts

A/N: What's up Tumblr? It's been a while. Writing is gonna be all over the place because I have a kid now! (crazy, right?) But as a SAHM, I have a lot of free time to write, so here's to (hopefully), getting back into it. Edited by Grammarly, but any and all mistakes are no one's fault but me, myself, and I.

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You were a fruity drink kinda girl. While the boys had their variety of beers, you preferred Smirnoff Ices or a seltzer of some kind. When the situation called for something a little harder, like at the end of every hunt, the Winchesters drank whiskey, and you enjoyed a bottle of wine. 

With each state you’ve gone to, you made sure to find a winery from that state, and if they had a fruity-flavored bottle, you were definitely getting at least one. This time- Wisconsin.

A hunt had brought you to Green Bay: at Lambeau Field to be specific. Home field Packers’ games were canceled after eight different fans of the Detroit Lions were found dead after their game. It didn’t take long to find out it was a ghost, however, finding out who the ghost was was a different story. After lots of research, Sam had determined it was Bart Starr, the Packers’ quarterback during their first Super Bowl win.

“The dude’s buried in Alabama, so how the hell did he make it here beyond the grave?” Dean asked.

“One of Starr’s jerseys is at the Field. That’s definitely what he’s being tethered to, but it’s gonna be difficult getting it out of its case. Lambeau has all of their memorabilia in cases with alarms,” you said, not looking up from your book. After some moments of silence, you looked up to see Sam and Dean looking at you like you had three heads. “What? I know things.”

“Yeah, but about football?” Dean was shocked. “Not even the game itself, but the fact you just happened to know one of these random player’s jerseys was in their museum? It’s weird.”

“Dean, leave her be, she literally just told us what we’ve gotta burn.” Sam was impressed. While he had never been interested in sports, he was pleasantly surprised by your knowledge, however niche of a topic it may be. “But, I gotta know,” Sam turned to you, “how did you know that?”

“I’ve been to a game or two at Lambeau Field. My dad was a Packers fan.”

You happened to be the one to go to the jersey to burn it while the boys were your backup. The faded green jersey with the number 15 on it was lit up in its display case. You all knew it had to be in and out. Break the case, burn the jersey, and get the hell out.

The sound of shattering glass came with the sound of an alarm, alerting the guard at the entrance to the museum portion of the stadium. Bart Starr was throwing around Sam and Dean like they were footballs.

You had just barely been able to get a match onto the jersey before security was able to see you. Luckily, the small flame was enough to distract him and made him run in the opposite direction to get a fire extinguisher.

The next morning, as Sam and Dean were packing up, you drove to a state business called Festival Foods. There, you found their selection of state-made wines. You opted for a couple of labels all made of cranberries. If you were grabbing wines made in Wisconsin, you might as well grab ones made with one of the state’s bigger industries.

You spent the twelve hours from Green Bay back to Lebanon in almost complete silence. You and Sam reading your books, and Dean humming along to whatever song was playing on the radio.

The minute you got home, you grabbed the cooler and went to the kitchen. Your only thoughts were on the wine you had got and how you needed to try it.

“Y/N, you didn’t even grab your-” Sam’s sentence was interrupted by seeing you grabbing a wine glass from the cupboard. “I’ll go put your bag in your room.” Sam knew better than to get between you and your wine. The last time he tried that, he ended up on the floor from trying to cut you off for the night. Your love for wine and need for a drink after a hunt had given you the drunken power to somehow take him down, despite the size difference between you and him. 

Sam retreated from the kitchen to his bedroom. You took your bottle, glass, and book to the library and settled yourself into the loveseat you had picked for nights like these. 

About 3/4ths of the bottle in, you had abandoned the thought of a wine glass and just started drinking straight from the bottle. Your mind was wandering from the fantasy-romance you were reading and to thoughts of Sam. When you reached a smutty part of the story, you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be with Sam in that way.

You were now a bottle down, and made your way back to the kitchen to open up another one. It really didn't take long for you to finish the second bottle. You were stumbling to the kitchen, with the intent to grab your third bottle, when you were stopped by the table in the library, not at it, by it. You had walked right into it, almost like you forgot the large oak table was there. 

Getting to the kitchen truly was difficult for you, your drunken version of a marathon. Sam heard all of the commotion going on and took a guess on where you were heading. Usually he would leave you be, but being able to hear you walk into things, he decided to risk you being mad at him. 

He stood in the doorway, blocking the entrance to the kitchen, and let you walk right into him. It took him everything to keep him from laughing at your face when you were met with the wall of muscle. 

“Sammy, whaddya doin’ here?” Your words were slurred, but not incoherent.

“Preventing alcohol poisoning,” Sam grabbed your hand and guided you down the hall. “Come on, let's get you to bed.”

“Can I sleep in yours?” Your drunken state left you with no filter. The words just came out of your mouth. 

“Ya know, given you walked right into me like I was invisible, that might actually be a good idea.”

Sam’s response invoked a giggle from you, and he couldn't help but smile. Even though you were stumbling down the halls of the Bunker, bumping into Sam every couple of steps, he thought you were adorable. You were usually pretty reserved and in control, but like this, you’re care-free, not calculating your every move. 

It took almost twice as long to get to Sam’s room as usual with how many times you bumped into him or tripped over your own feet resulting in him having to catch you. Sam told himself after the fourth time if you fell one more time, he was just going to pick you up and carry you the rest of the way. Much to his dismay, that did not happen. He would have loved to know your reaction in the morning if you remembered him doing that. 

When you finally reached Sam’s room, the first thing you did was flop on the bed, or attempt to anyway. Thankfully, you fell just short of landing all the way on so your head never hit the floor. Sam chuckled and helped you up. Before laying back down, you took off your shirt, leaving you in just your bra and sweatpants. 

This wasn't the first time Sam had seen you without a shirt, or the first time the two of you shared a bed, but this time was different. This time you were drunk and didn't really know what you were doing. In your drunken state, you were just getting ready for bed, for Sam, he couldn't help but think that you thought of him as someone safe. Why else would you have asked if you could stay with him tonight?

Sam got you comfy on the bed, all the while you were giggling up a storm. Sam looked at you and smiled. “What? What's so funny, Y/N/N?”

“Nothin’. I just think you're cute. And tall,” you looked at Sam with big eyes and a goofy grin. “Oh my gosh you're so tall.” 

“Yeah, okay,” Sam chuckled. “Let's just get you to sleep, alright?”

You nodded as he helped you make sure you didn't smack your head against his bed frame. Sam grabbed the small trash can sitting at his desk and brought it to your side of the bed. You usually held your liquor really well, but given your state, he didn't want to take any chances. 

“Sammy?” you say quietly.

“Yeah?”

“I love you,” your voice got serious. Sam knew you'd be falling asleep soon, you always stopped being goofy towards the end of the night. 

“I mean it. I really do,” Sam knew you weren't just saying that because you were drunk. If you were talking, your filter may be going, but you mean every word that comes out of your mouth. 

“I know you do,” Sam smiled softly before crawling into his bed behind you and pulling his blanket over the two of you. He let his arm fall over your side and rubbed his thumb in small circles over your stomach. He hated not knowing if you were going to remember this in the morning. 

He waited to hear your breathing become slow and steady before whispering, “I love you, too, Y/N/N.”

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Fanfiction is comfort after a long day. Fanfiction is hope when things aren't going so well. Fanfiction is exploring your emotions and sexuality in a safe place. Fanfiction is reaching out into a universe to discover things you never knew before. Fanfiction is discovering things about yourself that you were unsure of. Fanfiction is going on adventures. Fanfiction is walking when maybe you cannot. Fanfiction is standing up for yourself when it's hard to do in real life. Fanfiction is having the family you never had, the friends you always wanted, the love and affection you deserve. Fanfiction is letting out your frustrations and anger in a safe place. Fanfiction helps people. Readers and Writers alike.

Fanfiction is not "lesser writing".

Fanfiction is 100k stories about two dudes in a shiny black car. Fanfiction is 47 chapter epic tales about dragons and magic. Fanfiction is short stories that evoke such emotions that leave you crying for hours. Fanfiction is incredible prose that lingers in your mind for years to come.

Fanfiction is not shameful. It is not worthless. It is not just some silly thing kids do.

Fanfiction is beautiful art and no one can take that away from you. If they try, just write them into your next story and beat the hell out of them.

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Fruity Confessions

Characters: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester

Word Count: 1,584

Genre: fluffy goodness

Summary: After a hunt, the Reader gets very drunk. What will Sam do?

Warnings: alcohol consumption (like, a lot of it), mention of murder (nothing out of SPN norm), mention of smut (in a book), hinted at smutty thoughts

A/N: What's up Tumblr? It's been a while. Writing is gonna be all over the place because I have a kid now! (crazy, right?) But as a SAHM, I have a lot of free time to write, so here's to (hopefully), getting back into it. Edited by Grammarly, but any and all mistakes are no one's fault but me, myself, and I.

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You were a fruity drink kinda girl. While the boys had their variety of beers, you preferred Smirnoff Ices or a seltzer of some kind. When the situation called for something a little harder, like at the end of every hunt, the Winchesters drank whiskey, and you enjoyed a bottle of wine. 

With each state you’ve gone to, you made sure to find a winery from that state, and if they had a fruity-flavored bottle, you were definitely getting at least one. This time- Wisconsin.

A hunt had brought you to Green Bay: at Lambeau Field to be specific. Home field Packers’ games were canceled after eight different fans of the Detroit Lions were found dead after their game. It didn’t take long to find out it was a ghost, however, finding out who the ghost was was a different story. After lots of research, Sam had determined it was Bart Starr, the Packers’ quarterback during their first Super Bowl win.

“The dude’s buried in Alabama, so how the hell did he make it here beyond the grave?” Dean asked.

“One of Starr’s jerseys is at the Field. That’s definitely what he’s being tethered to, but it’s gonna be difficult getting it out of its case. Lambeau has all of their memorabilia in cases with alarms,” you said, not looking up from your book. After some moments of silence, you looked up to see Sam and Dean looking at you like you had three heads. “What? I know things.”

“Yeah, but about football?” Dean was shocked. “Not even the game itself, but the fact you just happened to know one of these random player’s jerseys was in their museum? It’s weird.”

“Dean, leave her be, she literally just told us what we’ve gotta burn.” Sam was impressed. While he had never been interested in sports, he was pleasantly surprised by your knowledge, however niche of a topic it may be. “But, I gotta know,” Sam turned to you, “how did you know that?”

“I’ve been to a game or two at Lambeau Field. My dad was a Packers fan.”

You happened to be the one to go to the jersey to burn it while the boys were your backup. The faded green jersey with the number 15 on it was lit up in its display case. You all knew it had to be in and out. Break the case, burn the jersey, and get the hell out.

The sound of shattering glass came with the sound of an alarm, alerting the guard at the entrance to the museum portion of the stadium. Bart Starr was throwing around Sam and Dean like they were footballs.

You had just barely been able to get a match onto the jersey before security was able to see you. Luckily, the small flame was enough to distract him and made him run in the opposite direction to get a fire extinguisher.

The next morning, as Sam and Dean were packing up, you drove to a state business called Festival Foods. There, you found their selection of state-made wines. You opted for a couple of labels all made of cranberries. If you were grabbing wines made in Wisconsin, you might as well grab ones made with one of the state’s bigger industries.

You spent the twelve hours from Green Bay back to Lebanon in almost complete silence. You and Sam reading your books, and Dean humming along to whatever song was playing on the radio.

The minute you got home, you grabbed the cooler and went to the kitchen. Your only thoughts were on the wine you had got and how you needed to try it.

“Y/N, you didn’t even grab your-” Sam’s sentence was interrupted by seeing you grabbing a wine glass from the cupboard. “I’ll go put your bag in your room.” Sam knew better than to get between you and your wine. The last time he tried that, he ended up on the floor from trying to cut you off for the night. Your love for wine and need for a drink after a hunt had given you the drunken power to somehow take him down, despite the size difference between you and him. 

Sam retreated from the kitchen to his bedroom. You took your bottle, glass, and book to the library and settled yourself into the loveseat you had picked for nights like these. 

About 3/4ths of the bottle in, you had abandoned the thought of a wine glass and just started drinking straight from the bottle. Your mind was wandering from the fantasy-romance you were reading and to thoughts of Sam. When you reached a smutty part of the story, you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be with Sam in that way.

You were now a bottle down, and made your way back to the kitchen to open up another one. It really didn't take long for you to finish the second bottle. You were stumbling to the kitchen, with the intent to grab your third bottle, when you were stopped by the table in the library, not at it, by it. You had walked right into it, almost like you forgot the large oak table was there. 

Getting to the kitchen truly was difficult for you, your drunken version of a marathon. Sam heard all of the commotion going on and took a guess on where you were heading. Usually he would leave you be, but being able to hear you walk into things, he decided to risk you being mad at him. 

He stood in the doorway, blocking the entrance to the kitchen, and let you walk right into him. It took him everything to keep him from laughing at your face when you were met with the wall of muscle. 

“Sammy, whaddya doin’ here?” Your words were slurred, but not incoherent.

“Preventing alcohol poisoning,” Sam grabbed your hand and guided you down the hall. “Come on, let's get you to bed.”

“Can I sleep in yours?” Your drunken state left you with no filter. The words just came out of your mouth. 

“Ya know, given you walked right into me like I was invisible, that might actually be a good idea.”

Sam’s response invoked a giggle from you, and he couldn't help but smile. Even though you were stumbling down the halls of the Bunker, bumping into Sam every couple of steps, he thought you were adorable. You were usually pretty reserved and in control, but like this, you’re care-free, not calculating your every move. 

It took almost twice as long to get to Sam’s room as usual with how many times you bumped into him or tripped over your own feet resulting in him having to catch you. Sam told himself after the fourth time if you fell one more time, he was just going to pick you up and carry you the rest of the way. Much to his dismay, that did not happen. He would have loved to know your reaction in the morning if you remembered him doing that. 

When you finally reached Sam’s room, the first thing you did was flop on the bed, or attempt to anyway. Thankfully, you fell just short of landing all the way on so your head never hit the floor. Sam chuckled and helped you up. Before laying back down, you took off your shirt, leaving you in just your bra and sweatpants. 

This wasn't the first time Sam had seen you without a shirt, or the first time the two of you shared a bed, but this time was different. This time you were drunk and didn't really know what you were doing. In your drunken state, you were just getting ready for bed, for Sam, he couldn't help but think that you thought of him as someone safe. Why else would you have asked if you could stay with him tonight?

Sam got you comfy on the bed, all the while you were giggling up a storm. Sam looked at you and smiled. “What? What's so funny, Y/N/N?”

“Nothin’. I just think you're cute. And tall,” you looked at Sam with big eyes and a goofy grin. “Oh my gosh you're so tall.” 

“Yeah, okay,” Sam chuckled. “Let's just get you to sleep, alright?”

You nodded as he helped you make sure you didn't smack your head against his bed frame. Sam grabbed the small trash can sitting at his desk and brought it to your side of the bed. You usually held your liquor really well, but given your state, he didn't want to take any chances. 

“Sammy?” you say quietly.

“Yeah?”

“I love you,” your voice got serious. Sam knew you'd be falling asleep soon, you always stopped being goofy towards the end of the night. 

“I mean it. I really do,” Sam knew you weren't just saying that because you were drunk. If you were talking, your filter may be going, but you mean every word that comes out of your mouth. 

“I know you do,” Sam smiled softly before crawling into his bed behind you and pulling his blanket over the two of you. He let his arm fall over your side and rubbed his thumb in small circles over your stomach. He hated not knowing if you were going to remember this in the morning. 

He waited to hear your breathing become slow and steady before whispering, “I love you, too, Y/N/N.”

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The Winchester Child- Part 4

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Ethan (OMC)

Word Count: 362

Genre: I really have no idea what this part counts as, sorry

Summary: Ethan, Sam, Dean, and Y/N all discuss the decision to move from Maine to Kansas.

Warnings: I don't think there are any in this part, but let me know if there is one!

A/N: I'm back! I've wanted to get back into writing, and while I know that Supernatural has ended, that doesn't mean we can't still write for it! This part is just a filler part while I 1) get back into writing and 2) be able to better continue the story in the next part.

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“So, I’m asking you, do you want to move to Kansas, or stay here in Maine? You don’t have to answer us now, take your-”

Ethan cut you off. “I want to move to Kansas with Sam and Dean.”

“Ethan, what did you say?” You were taken aback by the suddenness of your son’s statement.

“I want to move to Kansas. I want to stay with them and learn more about what you used to do. Please, Mom.” 

The look on Ethan’s face was something you couldn’t say no to. You knew your son, and you could tell this was something he really wanted to do.

“Okay, we’ll move. But you have to finish out the school year, it’s done in a month. That’ll give me some time to wrap things up at the university,” you began pacing around the living room, “make arrangements at the school to let them know you won’t be returning next year… and pack… and sell the house…” your voice began to trail off as the realization hit you that there were a million things you had to do in the next few weeks.

“Hey, Y/N, it’ll be okay,” Sam put his hands on your shoulders to stop your movement, forcing you to focus on him. “Dean and I will stay to help with the packing, and we can help with anything else you tell us to.”

Dean spoke up at this point. “Sammy’s right, Y/N. We’ll do whatever it is the two of you need us to.” Dean’s clapped his hand on Ethan’s shoulder, “Hey kid, what do you say we go run and get us all some breakfast?”

“Yeah, that sounds good, Dean,” Ethan sounded hesitant to say his uncle’s name, but left with a smile on his face regardless.

“Do you think he’s actually okay with this? The move I mean,” you asked Sam.

“Yeah, I think he will. It’ll obviously be a lot to get used to, but I think Ethan will be fine. He is our son after all.”

“You’re right. Ethan may not have grown up like one, but he is a Winchester, and Winchesters always make it through.”

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Despite the Doubts

Characters: Sam Winchester x Reader (platonic), Dean Winchester (really just mentioned than actual story play), Castiel (mentioned)

Word Count: 965

Genre: flangst (my specialty)

Summary: After a hunt gone wrong, Sam comforts the Reader and helps them through the doubts they have about hunting.

Warnings: mentions of childrens’ death, one swear word, mention of blood

Song Mentioned: Wheel in the Sky by Journey

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Everything was wrong. Sam and Dean had given you the case. They put you in charge, and you failed. Too many kids had died on the hunt. One was too many, and you lost five. The families, hell, the whole town now hated you, but no one hated you more than you hated yourself.

You sat in the back of the Impala. There wasn’t the usual post-hunt chatter; the only sounds were the hum of the engine and “Wheel in the Sky” playing softly in the background. The Winchesters let you sit without talking. Sam occasionally glanced back at you, but you didn’t notice. He was worried. He knew how you could get when someone died under your protection, especially when that someone was a child.

Once you got to the Bunker, Dean didn’t even have time to put the car in park before you climbed out of the Impala and ran to your room. You needed to be alone and the boys understood that. You felt guilty, despicable, and disgusted with yourself. You felt like a failure.

A couple of hours after you had gotten home, Sam came knocking on your door. “Y/N,” Sam tapped softly on your door, “can I come in?”

You remained silent, but Sam opened your door anyway. There was an understanding of sorts between you and the boys: if you stayed silent after a few hours, they would check on you and would go away only if you asked them. Sometimes you needed someone there but you didn’t want to admit it. Sam knew this, he was the same way at times.

Sam saw that you were still in your muddy and bloody clothes. The only dirt that had been washed off of your face was indicated by tear streaks. You were sitting on the edge of your bed, staring a blank space on your wall, something you commonly did when a hunt went badly. 

“Hey, so um, I brought you some food. Nothing big. Just a, uh, a pear and, you know, a burger, in case you were in the mood. You don’t have to eat now if you’re not feeling up to it.” You continued to sit in silence, barely acknowledging Sam’s presence. “Oh, there’s some water there, too. Just because I’m sure you haven’t had any in a while. I’ll just leave these here. I’ll check back in about an hour, see how you’re feeling.”

“Stay.”

“What was that?”

“Please,” you’re voice cracked. “Please stay.”

“Yeah, yeah of course. Can I sit down?”

You nodded your head and as soon as Sam lowered himself onto your bed, you laid your head on his lap. Sam honestly wasn’t shocked. It wasn’t unlike you to be distant for a while and then suddenly crave physical touch. Sam just ran his hand through your sweaty, muddy hair.

��I know this hunt was tough, Y/N. Every hunt where we lose someone on the job is rough, especially when that someone was a kid and you were in charge of the hunt.”

“Is this supposed to make me feel better?”

“I’m getting there,” Sam continued to brush your hair and even occasionally ran his hand over your arm. “My point is, every hunt, no matter how well or terrible it went, makes us better hunters. Every time we lose someone, we find ways to avoid that on the next hunt. Every time a job is successful, we follow those footsteps as close as we can on the next one.

“Yeah, every single time we go on a hunt I have my doubts on my capabilities to handle it, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to give up. I’m going to continue fighting, despite all my past failures and all of my doubts. And that’s why I know you can too. Life gives us a bunch of shit, but that’s never stopped us, and I honestly don’t think it will anytime soon.”

“You really think so?”

“I know so.”

You sat up from Sam’s lap and gave him a hug.

“Thank you,” you whispered into his shoulder.

“Of course. Hey, can I tell you something that only Dean and Cas know? It’s really embarrassing, but it might make you feel better.”

“Sam, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“No, no, I’m going to. Okay, so you know I never go on dates or have one-night-stands or anything like that?”

“Yeah, so that’s not you, so what?”

“Well, that is because ever since I went to Stanford, every single person I’ve been with in that way has died. Well, almost all of them.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” you laughed a little at the last comment, “what do you mean almost? Who was the lucky lady to survive? Or guy?” Sam gave you a nasty look. “Hey, I don’t judge, okay? You said ‘person’, not a specific kind.”

“Okay, fine. Well, first of all, it’s only been ladies, and second of all, the only ones to survive were the ones in the second half of 2010.”

“What happened in 2010, Sam?”

“Well, I,” Sam scratched the back of his head, “I was kinda soulless.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Yeah, after Lucifer possessed me and I went to the cage, when I came back at first, I was soulless, and the women I slept for those six months are the only people I know of to have survived the ‘Curse of Sam Winchester’.”

“Okay, I have got to hear more about soulless Sam.”

For the rest of the night, Sam told you various stories about his endeavors without a soul, and how for a while he wasn’t even aware of it. And while you still had your doubts about your hunting capabilities, Sam encouraged you to continue fighting despite them.

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Hey y’all! So, I know I’ve been MIA for a while, and I want to greatly apologize for that. I want to explain some reasons for such:

1) Animal Crossing: New Horizons: It’s highly addictive and while my island is still sh*t, it’s fun and I enjoy it

2) I have a full-time job: now while some people may say “I have a full-time job and I still have time to write”, that’s fan-f*cking-tastic for you. But is your job 10-hour shifts where you’re constantly on your feet dealing with more-than-likely drunk or high (or even both) guests at 2 o’clock in the morning? When I get home, I either eat then crash, or crash and then eat when I get up.

3) COVID-19: This disease has made me so freaking anxious, and  I barely leave my house to begin with. I’m exposed to so many people while I’m at work that when I get home, I think “is it possible that I was exposed today?”

Anyway...

I’m currently working on a piece inspired by a post that @broken-horn shared with me earlier this month. I hope to have it done soon, but whether or not that will happen will depend on how well inspiration flows.

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The Winchester Child -part 3

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Ethan Y/LN-Winchester (OMC)

Word Count: 1,301

Genre: Still don’t know what this chapter counts as

Summary: The Reader confronts Ethan about eavesdropping on the conversation and he makes a big decision regarding life with the Winchesters.

Warnings: minor swear words, verbal fighting

A/N: Man, social distancing really has me going, doesn’t it? It also doesn’t help that positive feedback fuels my want to write!

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You went into the kitchen, ready to find something to make for supper and you saw Ethan sitting at the kitchen table.

“So, vampires? Did I hear that right, Mom?”

“Ethan, what the hell are you doing?” You were caught off guard. “I told you to work on your homework in your room.”

“Yeah, okay, but when you drop the bomb that my dad is in fact alive and he showed up in my town, I’m going to do some eavesdropping!” 

“Okay, but I said we would talk about this at dinner. You never go behind my back. What’s up with this?”

“Mom, when I was six, I asked where my dad was. You told me he was dead. And now, eight years later, he shows up in Bangor and he and his brother start talking about vampires? And I’m the one getting into trouble right now?”

“You know, if I don’t know better, I would have thought Dean was your father,” you mutter under your breath.

“What?”

“Nothing!” you exclaim. “Now, we have a lot to talk about.”

Throughout the night, you tried to get Ethan to go to his room before Sam and Dean got back, but no matter what you said or did, he never budged. He was determined to talk more about the supernatural with his father and uncle since you weren’t telling him anything.

It wasn’t until about 5:30 in the morning that the boys came stumbling into your house looking pretty beat up. There was the usual dried blood and scratches on their bodies, but Dean had a pretty nasty looking cut on the back of his shoulder.

“Y/N? What is the kid doing here? You wanted him to not know anything, so how do you explain his dad and uncle busting into the house with blood all over them?” Dean asked when he came into the kitchen and saw Ethan sitting at the table reading an old lore book you had in the house.

“Dean, he overheard our conversation before you guys left last night,” you explain. “He wanted to learn more and after a long discussion on why I thought it was a bad idea, he convinced me to clue him in, but I told him he had to wait for you guys to get back home.”

“So he’s reading a book? What, is he going to be our information guru like Sam?”

“Actually, he’s already read some of them. I took the books that I had on my last hunt with you guys. Apparently, he decided that old books about monsters were some ‘light reading’.”

“I guess he is my son, huh?” Sam chimed in. 

Ethan looked up from his book about demons and angels and looked at Sam. He had Sam’s eyes. Every time you looked at his face, you saw Sam and longed for the days where the two of you would sit in the library and laugh about some joke that Dean wouldn’t get.

“Yeah, yeah, great,” Dean said sarcastically. “Can someone help me clean this cut on my back?”

“Follow me, Dean,” you got up from the table and lead him to the bathroom, leaving Ethan and Sam alone in the kitchen.

“So, you learning some interesting things there?” Sam asked in an effort to make a conversation.

“Yeah,” Ethan said quietly. “When I took mom’s books to read, I always just thought they were legends. I never really took anything in them seriously, but that never made it any less interesting to me.”

“You must be pretty smart, huh?”

“Sure. I read a lot of books, and I kind of had to grow up fast. Mom was always there for me, but she wakes up screaming in the middle of the night and then doesn’t go back to sleep. Or if I came into a room while she was working on something, she would jump. I wanted to help her, so here I am. People at school make fun of me for it, but I really don’t mind. I’m just mature, and that’s okay.”

“That must have been rough,” Sam looked down at the book and back up at Ethan. “Listen, I’m sorry I was never there for you. If I had known-”

Ethan cut him off. “It’s okay. You didn’t know about me, and I don’t blame you for anything. If I’m going to be mad at anyone, it’s going to be your brother, but even then I’m not. I am who I am because of how I grew up, and I wouldn’t change that for anything.”

“Okay, but Ethan, you lost your childhood.”

“No, I didn’t. Mom never took away my childhood. I still got to have friends to come over. I still got to go to school like a normal person. I just worried about her. I read books until I was well above my reading level. I wanted to see what was so important to her in these old books, and now I know.

“Don’t worry about me… dad? Sam?” Ethan shook his head, unsure of what to refer to Sam as. “I’m fine. I grew up the way I wanted to.”

“Are you guys having fun in here?” you ask as you come back into the kitchen with Dean.

“Yeah, we’re just talking,” Sam said.

“Hey, mom? What do I call him?” Ethan gestured to Sam. “Do I call him ‘dad’ or ‘Sam’?”

“That’s up to him, Ethan.”

“You call me whatever makes you comfortable. If you’re not ready to call me Dad, don’t worry about it. And if you never reach that point, no big deal,” Sam shrugged his shoulders. “But, you still have to call your mom, ‘Mom’.”

“And feel free to just call me ‘Dean’. Forget about that whole ‘uncle’ crap.”

“Okay, well, at least you know about your dad now. And you know about what’s really out there, so there’s that,” you said to Ethan.

“So, Y/N, there’s something I need to ask you now,” Sam pulled you out of the kitchen and into your living room. “Last night I mentioned bringing you and Ethan to Kansas, and you said no. I also offered to stay here and help you with him, but after talking with him, he seems to be doing just fine without me, but I have to ask: what do you want to do? Come with us, or stay here?”

“I don’t know, Sam. You know that I would be willing to go back with you and Sam, but I have to think about Ethan, too, you know? I mean, he’s fourteen and he has school and friends. Okay, maybe he doesn’t have too many friends, but still. I don’t know if packing him up and bringing him to the Bunker is such a good idea.”

“So we leave it up to him. We’ll homeschool him if we have to, but we let him decide what he wants to do.”

“Fine.”

You and Sam walk back into the kitchen to find Dean showing off his scars to Ethan and telling him all about how he got them. Each hunt and monster involved. You smiled and shook your head slightly. You knew Ethan would have loved growing up with Sam and Dean around. 

“Hey, Ethan,” Deann stopped talking and Ethan looked at you. “There’s something I want to ask you, and this decision is all up to you. There’s a place in Kansas where I stayed with your dad and Dean when we weren’t working a job, and Sam said we could go stay there with them He also offered to stay here with us if you didn’t want to go. I told him I was going to leave this decision up to you. 

“So, I’m asking you, do you want to move to Kansas, or stay here in Maine? You don’t have to answer us now, take your-”

Ethan cut you off. “I want to move to Kansas with Sam and Dean.”

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The Winchester Child -part 2

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Ethan Y/LN-Winchester (OMC)

Word Count: 790

Genre: angst?? (I really don’t know what this part goes under.)

Summary: Sam and Dean find out about Ethan and how exactly he came to be.

Warnings: mention of death, verbal fighting

A/N: Finally a second part! Sorry about the wait y’all. School has been crazy and with all this COVID-19 stuff going on, I’ve been getting my life together with school and housing and a new job and yeah, finally found some time to write!

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“Ethan, there’s one more thing about these men you need to know. They’re your family,” you took a deep breath, ready to say the one thing you absolutely needed to. “Sam, meet your son.”

“My son?”

“My dad?”

“What?”

Sam, Ethan, and Dean all said at the same time, each with the same amount of shock in their voices. 

You looked down at the ground, you were too ashamed to look at any of the boys in the eye.

“Y/N?” Sam said in a calmer tone than his original reaction. “What do you mean my son?”

You turned to Ethan, you didn’t want him to hear the whole story. “Ethan, go do your homework in your room. I need to talk to your,” you swallowed a lump in your throat, “dad and uncle alone. I’ll call you down for supper and we’ll talk more about this.”

Ethan reluctantly left the room and you turned back toward the boys but still refused to meet their eyes. There was an awkward silence for no more than a minute, but it felt like an eternity.

“Hey, Y/N,” Dean spoke from the silence, “you gonna tell us what’s happening or not?”

You continued your silence and Sam walked over. He put a hand under your chin and lifted your head to meet his eyes. “Y/N, we deserve answers. Especially me.”

You sighed and walked over to the couch. You gestured for the boys to sit down before sitting on the floor in front of them. 

“Sam, remember that one night after the witch coven in New Jersey? The one where they put a spell on us and we hooked up until it wore off?”

“Yeah, that was, what, three months before the demon case?” 

“Yeah, well, when I found out how far along I was when I went to the OB-GYN, I realized I hadn’t done anything with anyone in that time frame, including a month before, except for with you, making you the only person who could be Ethan’s father.”

“And you didn’t tell me sooner because…”

“Because I had just found out the week before and I didn’t know how to tell you. I told you as you were dying because you deserved to know. I guess you just kind of forgot about it when you came back…”

“Okay, well, as much as I’m sure you were expecting me to be upset about this whole thing, I’m not, I just wish you had told me sooner. Especially since you knew that Dean would have helped out too, given that, you know,” Sam gave a small, sad smile, “I died.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, Dean ‘would have helped’.”

If looks could kill, Dean would have been dead. “Dean, what does she mean?” Sam asked.

Dean knew he had messed up, and he wasn’t ready to admit that. “I was angry, okay.”

“When Y/N wasn’t there when I came back, I was worried. But knowing that you had something to do with her not being there makes it even worse. What did you do? What did you say?”

“I blamed her for your death, Sam, and I kicked her out. I felt awful after she was gone, but I was mad.”

“Dean, she was pregnant. And with my child! Your nephew!”

“I didn’t know the baby was your’s Sam!”

“Guys, I’m still here,” you interrupt.

“Sorry…” both of the boys mutter. It wasn’t uncommon for you to stop their bickering when you were hunting with them.

“Y/N, listen, I know you’ve made a life here in Maine with your- our- son, but I think you should come back to Kansas with us when we’re done with this nest.”

“Sam, I-”

“Or,” Sam cut you off, “I’ll stay here with you and Ethan. I know it’s late in his life, but him having a father now is better than never having one. Especially since if we explain to him what happened to me and everything we’ve been through. I think he’s old enough to understand what’s really out there and who his parents are.”

“No. Uh-uh. Absolutely not. I made the decision when I came here that I would NOT get Ethan involved in supernatural occurrences. I came to Maine for a reason. It’s remote and I remember you guys mentioning that you hardly ever had to come to this state. I got out and there is no being that is not human that knows that Ethan is a Winchester, not that I know of anyway.”

“Hey, can we talk about this later. Y/N, you stay here with Ethan, and Sam and I will take care of the vampire nest, we’ll see you in the morning,” Dean said before dragging Sam out the door.

You went into the kitchen, ready to find something to make for supper and you saw Ethan sitting at the kitchen table.

“So, vampires? Did I hear that right, Mom?”

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Update

Hey guys! I'm sorry about not having posted any fics in a while. The spring semester of collegw started up and I've been super busy with homework and such.

I promise I'll post as soon as they're done!

Much love!

Jae

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comfort in solitude

As strange as it may seem,

There’s this feeling that goes with choosing to isolate yourself

Comfort in the solitude

Put in your headphones and listen to music

Sit in the back of the class and focus on the wall next to you

Forget the stares of the people around you, 

You know they won’t talk to you anyway

It seems like they’re judging you

And maybe they are

But that’s not important

Because you’ve separated yourself from the rest

You’ve found comfort in the solitude

Today, nothing matters

Just the music and your to-do list

Maybe you won’t get to everything

And that’s okay

Because at the end of the day 

You get to go home to that one special person

The one person who you let see everything

The good and the bad

The tears

The anger

The smiles

The laughs

Whether that person is yourself or the someone you love

There’s still that comfort there

The comfort found in solitude

This isolation isn’t forced

It isn’t a punishment

It’s detachment from the stress,

The anxiety,

The simple triggers found in everyday life

This loneliness isn’t really lonely

It’s actually a choice

A choice you made

You decided to let few people into your life

It’s the thing that keeps you from losing your mind

It’s one thing you can control

You can control who’s around you

You can control if anyone is around you

You can find that comfort

The comfort in solitude

But it’s up to you

So listen to your music,

Do some laundry,

Cook a meal,

Exercise if you want

And don’t listen to anyone else

Focus on you

You are the one thing you can control

Take a shower,

Drink some water,

Choose to isolate yourself from everyone else

Find that comfort

Find the comfort found in the solitude

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