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sammythemooseman · 5 years

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The Petals of a Rose

Pairing: Dean x hanahaki!reader

Warnings: Death, angst, unrequited love, suffocation

A/N: I haven’t posted in a long time, lol, but maybe I’ll be motivated to post more if I get any requests. *cough cough* *wink wink*

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The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient throws and coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. The infection can be removed through surgery, but the ability to love disappear along with the petals.

Y/N used to have a favorite flower. Roses. The iconic, but beautiful rose. The flower that symbolizes love, hope, and promise. The flower that also contrasts heavily with their thorns—the thorns that represent thoughtfulness, defense, and loss. The flowers’ scent that now constantly clings to Y/N’s skin. The flowers’ petals that now spill from Y/N’s lips. The flower that represents Y/N’s love for Dean Winchester.

The first time Y/N threw up flowers was when Dean told her about Ashley. He confessed that he thought that he might love her. Dean had met Ashley on a hunt. He saved her from a vampire. Y/N never believed that Dean would actually fall in love with her. She wouldn’t forget the way that her stomach felt knotted, and the way that she had the sudden urge to throw up. She had excused herself to the bathroom, and once she had bolted the door behind her, she threw up. Imagine her surprise when she found that it was roses.

Y/N realized she had Hanahaki. It was a rare disease that caused a person to throw up flowers due to unrequited love. She knew it was a rare disease, and she knew that she if she didn’t get the surgery she would probably die. Unless by some miracle Dean fell in love with her, but the way that he talked about Ashley, Y/N knew there was no chance. She would rather die than get the surgery. By the way people online described its after affects, it sounded like how Sam was when he was soulless.

She hid her disease for weeks, but the boys were catching on. They weren’t stupid. After throwing up petals for who knows how many times, Y/N gave in and called Rowena. She had asked the witch to meet her in a nearby city, telling the boys that she was meeting up with a close friend. Rowena almost seemed sympathetic, but told the girl that there was no way to cure the disease without losing the ability to love.

Two weeks after Y/N’s meeting with Rowena, Sam found out. Unknowingly to Y/N, Dean brought Ashley to the Bunker. The night before, she had been throwing up petals all night, resulting in her sleeping in late. She had groggily entered the kitchen, looking like absolute Hell, only to find Ashley, Dean, and Sam. Ashley looked like a Goddess, wearing a cute shirt and jean shorts, that complimented her long tanned legs.

Y/N could feel the familiar sensation of the petals making their way up her throat, so she made some bullshit excuse like usual, and raced to the bathroom. In her hastiness to escape Ashley and Dean, Y/N had forgot to lock the bathroom door. Sam had walked in on her spewing rose petals into the toilet. Sam was shocked, and mentality kicked himself for not noticing the signs earlier. The frequent coughing, raspy breathing, the scent of roses... it had been clear as day and Sam just brushed it off.

Sam had kneeled down next to Y/N, holding back her hair and rubbing her back soothingly. When Y/N was finally done, he let her lean against him and cry. She sobbed, as Sam’s heart broke watching her. She hiccuped, begging Sam not to tell Dean. He reluctantly agreed, and promised that he would find her a cure. Y/N told him that the only way was getting surgery, and Sam determinedly said that he’d find another way. They always do-but not this time.

Sam searched for months, while Dean and Ashley's relationship progressed, and Y/N became sicker and sicker. Y/N would puke up flowers, and Sam would hold her and tell her that everything would be okay, but Y/N knew that she was dying. As the days went on, it got harder and harder to hide her illness from Dean. The only thing that kept him from figuring it out was him being too wrapped up with Ashley to notice. But he did notice Y/N's frequent coughing, and uneven breath. Y/N claimed that she had asthma and it was just acting up. Dean nodded his head and brushed it off.

Another month passed, and Y/N was sicker than ever. She was forced to have to lie in bed most of the day, because she was that weak. Dean now lived in a small house with Ashley a couple of hours away from the Bunker. He gave up the hunting life to settle down with her. Sam was constantly by Y/N's side, getting her anything she needed. He wanted her to get the surgery so badly, but he knew the things he did when he was soulless. You can't call that kind of life living. He wanted to tell his brother of Y/N's sickness so badly, but she wouldn't let him. It was hopeless to convince her when she'd trade her life for Dean's happiness.

"S-Sammy-" another violent cough racked Y/N's body. "Can y-you get me more tea, please?" Sam nodded, giving her the best smile he could muster. Y/N lost much weight in the past month. Her once shining eyes were now tired and sunken in. It pained him to see her like this and not being able to do anything about it. Sam entered the kitchen, making her more tea. Empty boxes were piled high in the trash can, and more boxes waiting to be opened sat on the table. Sam's moves were almost like a machine's, repetitive and fluent. He padded back to Y/N's room carefully setting the mug on her nightstand. Y/N gave him a weak smile.

"T-Thank you," she wheezed, lifting the mug to her face shakily.

"Of course."

"S-Sam?"

"Yes, Y/N?" Sam asked, not liking the tone of her voice.

She coughed. "Will you promise me something?"

"No, I already know where this is leading. You're going to be fine, okay?" Sam said, pleadingly.

Y/N shook her head slightly. "Y-You know I'm not fine. I'm dying, and you can't do anything about it." She reached for his hand, clasping it loosely in hers. "It's inevitable, and the only cure is the surgery. But I want you to promise me that you'll try to find happiness, like Dean did. You two deserve the world."

Tears welled up in Sam's eyes, and he hastily wiped them away. "Y-You're gonna be fine," he said, not knowing if he was reassuring himself or Y/N.

"P-Promise me,” she said, ignoring Sam’s reassurance.

Sam swallowed hard. "I promise." She smiled, squeezing his hand lightly.

"I'm gonna try to sleep, I'm tired." Sam nodded, kissing her forehead.

"Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight Sammy." With that, Sam left the room, closing the door behind him. He shuffled to his room, heart heavy. Crashing onto his bed, he stared at the ceiling. Sam finally let exhaustion overtake him, washing him into a dreamless sleep.

A blood-curdling scream woke Sam. He shot up out of bed, tearing towards Y/N's room. He flung open her door, freezing at the sight. Y/N was hunched over, choking. Her eyes locked with Sam’s, wide with fear. He could see a full flower forcing its way past her lips. Sam's shock wore off as he leapt to her side, not knowing what to do. Deep down he knew that there was nothing that he could do.

Tears brimmed his eyes as he took Y/N into his arms as she suffocated. Sam stroked her hair, whispering soothingly into her ear.

“I-It’s okay Y/N/N. I p-promise everything will be okay,” Sam swallowed hard, his voice growing stronger. “Where you’re going will be better. No more monsters. No more pain. Only happiness. Say hello to Bobby for me? I love you Y/N. Never forget how much we love you.”

Sobs racked Sam's body as Y/N's body fell limp in his arms. He wasn't sure how long he sat there, rocking Y/N's lifeless body and crying, but when he finally pulled away, anger washed throughout Sam. He was angry at his brother. He was angry at the world for cursing Y/N with this sickness.

Sam stood up, wiping his eyes angrily. He glanced back at Y/N's body. She somehow looked peaceful. A beautiful rose spurting from her mouth. He carefully picked up her body, gently laying her on the bed. Sam let out another sob, and mournfully pulled the sheet over her body.

Sam forced himself to look away, and grabbed Y/N's phone from her nightstand. Dialing his brother's number, he shakily held the phone to his ear.

"Hey Y/N," Dean's voice said cheerfully through the phone. Sam tried to say something, but his voice died on his lips. "Y/N?"

Sam swallowed. "Dean, it's Sam."

"Sammy? Where's Y/N?"

Sam made a choking noise, emotions flooding back through him.

Dean's voice cracked. "W-What happened?"

Sam could only force out one word through his tears. "You."

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sammythemooseman · 6 years

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Being in a fandom where you’re the only one your age who’s in the fandom.

Coming into a fandom late

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sammythemooseman · 6 years

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Under the Stars

Pairing: Dean x younger sister!reader, Sam x younger sister!reader, female!OC x reader

Warnings: Homosexual!reader, coming out, angst, fluff

A/N: Hello, if you are reading this, and you’re having trouble coming out, well you are beautiful. Never forget that, and you will always have someone in your corner even if you think the whole world is against you❤️

Y/N slipped out of her room and quietly shut her door. She tip-toed down the hallway, trying her best not to wake her brothers. The floor felt cool against her bare feet as she made her way to the Bunker door. Her heels swung in her hands, for she had taken them off to avoid making any noise.

She cringed when the door creaked loudly as she opened it. She quickly dashed outside, slipping on her heels. Y/N made her way to her car, clambering inside. With one last look towards the Bunker, she started her car and drove away.

Twenty minutes later, she arrived at a bar. Her heels clacked against the pavement as she walked inside, happiness filling her when she saw who was at the bar. A girl sat there, with long, wavy, caramel-colored hair. She had dazzling blue eyes, and a soft heart-shaped face. The girl was wearing a simple, black, strapless dress, that complimented her curves. She was beautiful. She turned as Y/N sat down next to her.

“Hey, Y/N,” the girl said grinning.

Y/N smiled. “Hi, Maddie.”

Maddie shamelessly looked Y/N up and down, biting her lip. Crimson spread over Y/N’s cheeks, and she quickly turned away. Maddie laughed, a sound that was music to Y/N’s ears. She smiled to herself, before waving over the bartender.

“I’ll have whatever she’s having,” she said, jerking her thumb towards Maddie. Y/N suddenly felt a warm hand slide into hers, and she glanced over at her girlfriend.

“I missed you,” she said, bringing her other hand to cup Y/N’s cheek. She blushed.

“I missed you too.” Maddie leaned forward, closing the gap between them. Their lips connected, and Y/N let herself melt into the kiss. She pulled away, grinning.

Out of the corner of her eye, Y/N noticed something. She whipped her head around to see her brothers. Her heart pounded in her chest, her body freezing. She could faintly feel her hand slip from Maddie’s fingers.

Maddie put a hand on Y/N’s shoulder, following her gaze. “Y/N? Are you okay?”

“I-I, have to go,” Y/N said choking back a sob. By now, her brothers were already making her way towards her. She dashed away from Maddie, sprinting towards the back door. She could hear her brothers shouting her name, but she ignored them. She kicked off her heels, abandoning them as she raced towards her car. The sound of her brothers’ boots pounded after her.

Y/N made it to her car, unlocking it and scrambling inside. She started the engine, tearing out of the parking lot. Tears were streaming down her face as she watched the figures of her brothers disappear in the distance. Ugly sobs racked her body, as she tried to keep her focus on the road.

It wasn’t supposed to end up like this. They weren’t supposed to find out that she likes girls. They weren’t supposed to find out that she has a girlfriend. But now they knew, and she was terrified to face them. Y/N was terrified that they would tell her that she was disgusting. That they would scream at her and call her names. She was afraid of them telling her that it was just a “phase”... She was afraid of losing the only family that she had left in the world.

Y/N drove further into the night, not really knowing what she was doing, or where she was going. She just knew that she had to get away from her brothers. After driving for who knows how long, she pulled her car over in front of a random park. Y/N shakily climbed out, gazing at the glittering stars decorating the night sky.

She staggered towards the park entrance, rubbing her hands down her arms. It had gotten even chillier, and Y/N didn’t have a jacket. Her bare feet padded against the cement as she slumped onto a bench. She probably looked like a prostitute or something in her skimpy dress, but she didn’t really care at the moment. Nobody was around anyway.

Everything seemed to be crashing down around Y/N, as fresh tears leaked out of her eyes. She brought her legs to her chest, resting her chin on top of her knees. The only sounds that could be heard was the running water of the fountain, and the occasional chirp of a cricket. It was quiet and serene.

It reminded Y/N of the times when Sam and Dean would take her to the park late at night if their dad was in one of his moods. They would spread a large blanket over the grass, and lay down next to each other watching the stars. Sam would excitedly point out constellations, while Dean would scoff and tease Sam for being such a nerd. The memory brought more tears to Y/N’s eyes.

A soft voice suddenly pulled Y/N out of her reverie. “Y/N/N?” Sam said softly. Y/N jerked, seeing her brothers make her way towards her. She didn’t have the energy to run anymore.

“H-How did you find me? I turned off the tracker in my phone,” Y/N asked, anxiously.

“I hacked into the traffic cameras and followed your car to here,” Sam said. Of course he did, that smartass.

“Oh,” she whispered, shoulders slumping in defeat. Y/N looked down at the ground, not wanting to look her brothers in the eye. A warm jacket was suddenly secured around her shoulders, and she finally glanced up to see Dean. Sam and Dean both sat down next to her, on the bench, silence enveloping the siblings.

At last, Dean finally spoke up. “Why’d you run away from us kiddo?” he asked. His voice was calm, not a hint of scolding detected. This surprised Y/N.

“Y-You’re not gonna yell at me?” she asked, looking at Dean.

He shook his head. “No. We just want to know why.”

Y/N looked at the ground shamefully. “I-I thought you would yell at me, and call me names.”

“Why? Because you like girls?” Sam asked.

She slowly nodded.

“Babygirl,” Dean started, slipping his hand into hers. “We would never think any less of you because of that. Whether you like girls, or guys, you’re still our family. You’re still our sister, and we still love you. Nothing will ever change that.”

Tears brimmed her eyes, and she hastily wiped them away. “Really?”

“Really,” Sam said confidently. Dean pulled Y/N into his arms, and she felt Sam hug her from behind. She smiled, inhaling the familiar scent of Dean’s worn leather jacket.

Y/N gazed back up at the stars and realized something—it was stupid to think that her brothers would think less of her. It was stupid because they loved her, and she loved them. And that’s all that mattered.

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sammythemooseman · 6 years

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Cause You're My Brother

CONGRATULATIONS TO KATIE ON HER ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY FOR HER ACCOUNT!

This one-shot is dedicated to “Katie’s One Year Celebration.” You have done an amazing job in just one year Katie. Your writing is phenomenal. I apologize that this isn’t best writing, but I’m happy that I participated. Again, I’m still a young and new writer. I also apologize if it’s too long, I may have gotten carried away. Oops. Well, I hope you like it:)

@winchesters-favorite-girl

Pairing: Dean x oldest sister!reader, Sam x oldest sister!reader, Castiel x platonic!reader

Prompt: #29 “Cause you’re my brother.”

Warnings: Bullying, angst, death

Sam and Dean watched as the flames licked up Y/N’s corpse, the smoke swirling towards the sky. They didn’t even bother trying to hold back the tears dripping down their faces.

“I’m so sorry Y/N/N,” Dean said, letting out a shaky breath.

Y/N gripped John’s hand tightly, as they walked down the hallway of the hospital to see Mary and her newly born brother, Dean. Y/N was practically dragging along John, excited to see her new brother.

“Hurry up daddy! I wanna see him!” Y/N exclaimed, pulling even harder on her father’s arm. John laughed, picking up his pace. Y/N and John arrived in the room, and she squealed upon seeing Dean.

Mary smiled at Y/N, patting the space next to her. “Come here Y/N/N and meet your new baby brother.” Y/N’s eyes brightened as she scrambled onto the bed next to Mary.

“Hi Dean. I’m your older sister Y/N,” she said softly. She took one of Dean’s tiny little hands into her own and kissed it. “I promise I’ll never let anything bad happen to you.”

Sam bowed his head, clenching his teeth. “I let you down Y/N. It’s all my fault.”

Y/N rubbed her eyes, sitting up in her bed. A loud thump woke her up coming from Sam’s nursery. A piercing scream suddenly echoed throughout the house startling Y/N. She froze, her brain trying to catch up with what she just heard. Her moment of shock wore off, and she leaped out of her bed, running towards the source of the scream. She arrived in Sam’s nursery, only to see Mary pinned to the ceiling, a slash across her stomach. Flames erupted around her, swallowing her mother’s body.

“MOMMY!” Y/N screeched. John suddenly barreled towards Y/N, holding Sam.

“Take your brothers outside as fast as you can! Don’t look back! Now Y/N! Go!” Y/N, was scared out of her mind, but still took Sam and ran. Just as Y/N was about to enter Dean’s room, he came out, groggily rubbing his eyes.

“Y/N?” he asked sleepily. Dean gasped as she suddenly picked him up tightly by his waist, and bolted down the stairs. The muscles in her legs and arms burned, but she only ran faster, trying to escape the quickly smoldering house. She made it outside with her brothers, and almost dropped them both, when John grabbed all three of his children, running away from the house which exploded moments after.

Later, Y/N, sat with her father and brothers on the hood of the Impala. Luckily everyone got out safely with not fatal injuries. Although, the image of her mother burning on the ceiling cut into her deeper than any wound.

“You deserved so much better,” Dean said, his voice cracking.

Y/N smiled at Sam. Beckoning him to come towards her. The toddler had one hand gripping the motel bed, using it for support. Sam whined, swiping his free hand towards Y/N, desperately trying to get the cookie.

“Come on Sammy! You can have the cookie, but you have to come get it,” Y/N said, tauntingly waving the cookie back and forth. Sam let out another whine, but shakily let go of his support, staggering towards Y/N. Y/N cheered as he managed to toddle over to her, and retrieve the cookie.

“Good job Sammy!” Dean yelled from the bed he was currently lounging on. Y/N laughed, swooping her youngest brother into her arms, making him giggle.

“Way to go Sam. I knew you could do it,” Y/N said smiling.

“You helped me more times than I can count,” Sam said with a small smile on his face.

Sam closed his locker, and swung his backpack over his shoulder. He thought elementary was hard, middle school is even worse. For some reason the bullies that used to settle with rude and snide comments, they now like to bully people physically. Somehow Sam was one of their targets. Sure, he was taught plenty of fighting skills, and could kick their ass, but he didn’t wanna get in trouble and disappoint Y/N.

“Hey freak!” a voice called behind him. Sam picked up his pace, and made it out the front door of the school, but before he could get any further, he was yanked back by his hood. He turned around to see Peyton, the biggest bully in the school.

“When I’m talking to you, you don’t ignore me!” Peyton yelled, shoving Sam to the ground. Sam landed on his back with a gasp. He felt a kick to his ribs, making him yelp in pain.

“What’s wrong Sammy boy?” he taunted, kicking his side again. “Is it because mommy burned in a house fire, or is it because daddy doesn’t love you?” Sam forced back tears that were threatening to spill.

“Hey!” Peyton and his goons turned around, and Sam looked up to see Y/N. “What do you think you’re doing?” Y/N growled angrily.

Peyton suddenly smirked, and winked at her. “Hey babe, just picking on this pathetic little kid over here. Wanna join?”

“That ‘pathetic little kid’ is my brother, babe,” Y/N hissed before landing a punch on his face. The deafening sound of a crack, followed by a cry of pain sounded from Peyton. Y/N grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and yanked him up off the ground. “If you touch my brother one more time, so help me, your nose will not be the only thing that’s broken” she snarled with such ferocity, Sam was pretty sure Peyton peed his pants. She let him go, and they ran away, with their tails between their legs.

Y/N watched them run with satisfaction in her eyes, before turning to Sam. She kneeled next to him on the ground, pulling him gently into her side. “Are you okay Sammy?” she asked, running her hand through his hair.

“Yeah. Now I am. Thanks to you,” he whispered.

“Why did you let them beat you around like that Sam? I know could knock them flat on their ass,” Y/N asked. Sam cast his eyes towards the ground.

“I didn’t wanna get in trouble and disappoint you,” he said softly.

“Sam,” she said, grabbing his chin, and lifting it so she could look at his face. “I am not dad. I will never be disappointed in you just because you made a mistake. I’ll always love you. I’m your big sister, it’s my job to take care of you,” she said smiling. Sam smiled back.

“I love you too Y/N.

“You were always so protective, and sometimes I hated you for it,” Dean whispered to the flames.

Dean pulled on his boots, before tip toeing towards the motel door. He successfully made it outside and made a break for it, until a stern voice behind him caused him to freeze in his tracks.

“And where do you think you’re going Dean Winchester?” Y/N demanded. Dean slowly turned around to see Y/N standing in the doorway of the motel, hands on her hips.

“Uh… To the gas station. I, uh, got hungry,” he said unconvincingly.

“So you’re not going to that party you were invited to?” she inquired, raising an eyebrow.

“What? Why would you ask such a thing?” Dean asked, trying to look as innocent as possible.

Y/N narrowed her eyes. “Dean…”

“Okay fine! I was going to that party,” he admitted, huffing.

“Dean. I’m your sister. I know you. Now get inside the motel and don’t wake up Sam,” Y/N ordered.

Rage bubbled inside Dean’s chest. “Why can’t I go?” he asked angrily.

“Because I said so. Now get inside! It’s too late to be arguing and you have school tomorrow.”

“No! You can’t tell me what to do! You’re not my mother!” Dean exploded. Y/N recoiled, stumbling backwards. Hurt crossed over her features, making Dean’s anger wash away.

“I-I’m sorry. I d-didn’t mean—I’m not—” Y/N stuttered, tears brimming her eyes. Dean rushed towards his older sister pulling her into a hug.

“Y/N I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry,” Dean said trying to hold back his own tears. Tears soaked the back of his shirt, but he didn’t care.

“It’s okay Dean. I forgive you.”

“But you really were my mother, more than you were my sister.”

Dean couldn’t move—couldn’t even scream, as he watched his family crying in agony as they were ripped apart by monsters with hideous faces. He caught a glimpse of Y/N’s bloody face, and her mangled hand as she tried to reach out to him.

“Dean!” she cried. “Dean! Wake up!” The images faded away, and Dean shot up out of bed with a gasp. His sister sat next to him, hands on his shoulders. “It’s okay Dean. It was just a dream.”

Dean gazed up at Y/N’s concerned face, and broke. Sobs racked his body that he desperately tried to control. He couldn’t stand being viewed as weak, especially in front of Y/N. He felt Y/N’s slim arms wrap around his form, pulling him to her. Dean forced the sobs and tears back, trying to regain his composure.

“Dean, hey. Stop it,” Y/N whispered. She put her hands on the side of his face, making him look at her. “Even the strongest people are allowed to break, Dean.” At her words, Dean let his act drop, and allowed his sister hold him while he broke.

But his sobs suddenly stopped, when she started singing. The gentle words flowed from her mouth, bringing a sense of calm to him. He then realized the song was “Hey Jude.”

“Hey Jude, don’t make it bad Take a sad song and make it better Remember to let her into your heart Then you can start to make it better.”

Dean closed his eyes, and let Y/N’s voice lead him to a dreamless sleep.

“And you were always there when we needed you the most,” Sam continued.

Dean struggled against his restraints, trying to wiggle his wrists out of the rope. After a few minutes of more struggling, Dean finally slumped against the chair. Sam was still knocked out cold in the chair behind him. Dean sighed. Unfortunately, these shapeshifters were actually smart enough to tie the ropes right, and Dean was stupid enough to drop his pocket knife back at the motel.

A groan emitted from behind him, and Dean craned his neck to look at Sam. “Sammy? You alright?”

Sam grunted. “Y-yeah, I’m fine,” he grumbled. Dean let out a sigh of relief.

“You got your pocket knife?” Dean asked.

“Damnit! I must’ve dropped it or something,” Sam cursed.

“It’s okay, we’re gonna get out this,” Dean said. The door suddenly flung open, and three shapeshifters walked in. The man in the middle grinned, the two that flanked his sides stood at the doorway, guarding it.

“Well, well. Looks who’s finally up,” he sneered.

“Go to Hell,” Dean growled. The shapeshifter chuckled, smirking.

“I’d kill you two right here, and right now, but where’s the fun in that? Besides, I’m waiting for that older sister of yours to show up. Then it’ll be a party!” he cheered. Sam narrowed his eyes.

“You’re sick,” he hissed. The shifter shrugged.

“Would you expect any less from a monster?” He asked mockingly. “Well. While we’re waiting for your sister, why don’t we have a little fun?” He smirked, pulling out a knife. Dean’s eyes widened. The shifter walked around, and stopped in front of Sam. He dragged the knife tauntingly across his cheek, but not hard enough to break his skin.

Anger flared through Dean as the shifter taunted Sam, and he couldn’t do anything about it. Sam let out a cry of pain, when the shifter drug the knife across his arm.

“If you touch him one more time I’ll friggin kill you!” Dean snarled. The shapeshifter let out a cruel laugh, causing the hairs on the back of Dean’s neck to stand up.

“Oh? I’d like to see you try,” he replied cockily. The ropes dug even further into his wrists, his temptation to slit his throat growing. The door suddenly busted open, and two shots echoed throughout the room. The two shapeshifters that were guarding the door dropped to the floor, dead.

“Get the Hell away from my brothers,” a familiar voice said lowly.

The shifter looked startled. “How did you-”

“I guess you underestimated me,” she said smirking, before shooting him in the heart, promptly killing him. Y/N’s eyes shot towards Sam and Dean, and she rushed towards them.

“Are you boys okay?” she asked, cutting the ropes. The pressure of the ropes dropped, and Dean sighed, standing up.

“Yeah, we’re good. Nothing major,” Dean answered. Once both boys were untangled from the ropes, Y/N grabbed them by the lapels of their coats, pulling them to her chest. Dean was startled, but hugged his sister back affectionately. He felt something wet hit his face, and he realized she was crying.

“Y/N/N?” Sam asked. “Are you okay?” Y/N sniffled, pulling away.

“I thought I lost you boys,” she croaked. “You two are all I have left. I can’t lose you guys.”

“I promise Y/N, you’ll never lose us. We’ll never leave you.”

“You’ve taken care of us all our lives, but you thought you finally reached the point where you didn’t have to take care of us that way. You were wrong,” Dean said laughing lightly.

Y/N quietly picked the lock to the witch’s house, and slipped inside, beckoning the boys to follow. She motioned for the boys to take upstairs, while she took down. They nodded, and crept up the stairs. When they got to the top floor, they could hear a voice chanting softly in Latin. They followed the voice to the end of the hall, the chanting growing louder with every step they took.

Dean nodded to Sam, and he kicked open the door. The witch screamed, throwing powder at them before they could shoot. Y/N burst in the room, only to see the witch throw herself through window. Shards of glass rained down into the room, and Y/N ran to the window, only to see her jump off the garage roof below, and disappear into the night. Blood lined the window sill from where the witch cut herself on the glass. Y/N took a moment to wipe some blood up with a tissue. That could be useful later.

Y/N sighed, before turning around. She frowned, not seeing her brothers. The sound of a small whimper caused her to look down. Y/N recoiled, upon seeing two tiny toddlers resembling her 20 year old brothers. Their clothes had even magically shrunk.

“Sammy? Dean? Is that you?” she asked, slowly crouching down. Baby Sam’s bottom lip quivered, and he raced towards Y/N, tumbling into her arms. He let out loud sobs, fat tears rolling down his cheeks, soaking her shirt. Y/N sighed, picking up Sam, and cradling him in her arms.

“Shh. It’s okay Sammy. Everything is okay,” she cooed in his ear. Y/N felt a tug on the end of her flannel, and looked down. Dean’s hand was fisted tightly around the hem of her shirt, his green eyes big and wide.

“Y/N. It’s scawy here. I wanna leave,” Dean said. Y/N glanced around the room, noticing the dead rabbit hanging from the ceiling. She grimaced, looking back down at Dean.

“Me too. Let’s get out of here.” Y/N bent down, picking up Dean with the arm that wasn’t holding Sam. She carefully adjusted the boys so they were resting on her hips. Sam tiredly rested his head on her shoulder, shoving his thumb in his mouth.

You successfully made it to the Impala, and you set Dean down. It suddenly hit you that Dean had the keys. “Dean? Do you have the keys to the Impala?” you asked the toddler awkwardly. Dean nodded, shoving his hand into his tiny pocket, pulling out a large set of keys. He handed them to you, and you smiled, unlocking the car. You put Sam in the passenger’s seat, squeezing in Dean as well.

You closed the door on their side, careful not to smash any of their fingers, before jogging around to the driver’s side. You climbed in, settling into the leather seat sighing. You glanced over at your tiny little brother’s. Sam’s head was drowsily resting on Dean’s shoulder, thumb in his mouth. Dean was staring up out the window, his arm holding his brother to his side. You smiled at the sight. You pulled out your phone, snapping a quick picture. You’d get a crack out of showing the boys this once you turned them back to normal. You pocketed your phone, and started Baby, speeding back to the motel.

When you got back, the boys were both leaning against each other, snoozing peacefully. You carefully climbed out of the car, walking around to their side. You gently picked up both boys, placing them on your hip. Dean stirred, but fortunately didn’t wake. You had trouble opening the motel door with two toddlers in your arms, but your managed. You gently set them on your bed once inside, and groaned.

You assumed you had to kill the witch to return them to normal, but your couldn’t babysit and hunt the witch at the same time. You sighed, bowing your head. Cas? I need you. We have a problem.

The sound of fluttering wings filled the room, letting you know he arrived. You looked up, and met the blue-eyed angel’s gaze. “Yes, Y/N? What’s the problem?” he asked, concerned.

“That’s the problem,” Y/N said, pointing a finger at her brothers. Cas cocked his head, squinting his eyes in confusion.

“Those are two sleeping children,” he said bluntly. You sighed in aggravation.

“No. That’s Sam and Dean. A witch turned them into children,” you said, running a hand through your hair.

“Oh.”

“I need you to figure out how to reverse the spell. I’m assuming you have to kill the witch. I can’t exactly bring two toddlers to kill a witch. So you can either babysit my little brothers, or reverse the spell,” you informed him. Cas looked at Sam and Dean awkwardly.

“I think I will take on the task of killing the witch,” he said. You nodded.

“That’s what I thought. I managed to get some blood of her’s on this tissue when she cut herself jumping through the window. This might be of some use to you.” Cas took the tissue nodding.

“I will be back soon,” Cas said, before disappearing.

You huffed running a hand over your face. A sudden squeal, followed by crying made you jerk your head towards your brothers. Sam was snuggled up on the bed, while Dean was sprawled face first on the ground bawling. This was gonna be a long night.

“We finally did get to take care of you once though,” Sam said, smiling.

Sam skimmed through articles on his laptop, looking for a possible case. Dean sat across from him, his feet propped up on the bunker’s table. Sam finally looked up, glancing at the clock.

“Hey, is Y/N still in her room? She doesn’t usually sleep in this late,” Sam said. Dean put down his coffee mug, shaking his head. “Let’s go check on her.” Dean heaved a sigh, before standing up following his brother.

They stood in front of Y/N’s door, and Sam rapped on it twice. “Y/N? You in there?” There was no reply. Sam frowned, but opened the door anyways. The light of the hallway flooded into her room, and on top of her bed sat a cocoon of blankets. Y/N’s head suddenly poked out from the mound of blankets. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her nose was red. She sneezed, groaning, before her head disappeared back into the blankets.

“Y/N/N? Are you alright?” Dean asked, now genuinely concerned.

“Just peachy,” came her reply, muffled by the blankets. Sam and Dean shared a knowing look, and the younger brother promptly exited her room. Dean approached Y/N’s bed, sitting on the edge. “Go away.”

“Not a chance sweetheart,” Dean said, turning on the lamp. He yanked down the blankets, so he could see her face, and she immediately flinched away from the light. “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit,” she said bluntly. Her face scrunched up, and she sneezed again. She huffed squeezing her body further into her cocoon.

Your door suddenly burst open, Sam emerging into your room with an ecstatic look on his face. “I’m back!” he announced loudly. His arms were overflowing with candy, chips, snacks, and tissues. He dumped it all on the end of the bed, clapping his hands together.

“What is all this?” Y/N asked, finally letting the blankets drop around her torso.

“You always take care of us. Let your little brothers take care of you for once,” Dean said smiling widely. You smiled, laughing.

“Thank you boys. You two are the best, also most annoying, little brothers ever,” you said, accepting a bottle of water from Sam. They both smiled brightly at you.

“Scoot over shorty,” Dean says, leaning against the headboard beside you. You scowled. Dean knew you hate being called shorty. Even though you were older, you seemed to not be able to reach Sam or Dean’s height. Dean was taller than you when he was 12. You still haven’t gotten over that.

Dean smirked at you, but it was soon wiped off his face when Sam crashed into you two on the other side. Dean tumbled off the bed, landing face first, with a painful grunt. You glared at Sam who shrugged innocently. Dean stood up, brushing off his jeans.

“Sam, do us a favor and suck in your gut and scoot over.” Dean said glaring at his younger brother. Sam pulled his classic bitch face. You snorted.

“Someone’s unamoosed,” you blurted out. Sam and Dean stared at you, before Dean doubled over laughing. You soon joined in his laughter. You and Dean continued laughing as Sam watched you two scowling.

You both finally regained your composure, and you slumped back down into your blankets. Dean climbed back on the bed with you and Sam, tugging the blankets towards him. You glared at him, and he just shrugged.

“What do you wanna watch princess?” Dean asked, turning on Netflix.

“Don’t call me that,” you grumbled. Dean just chuckled, ignoring your comment. He scrolled through episodes until you finally squealed, telling him to stop. “Riverdale!” you shouted at him. He groaned, but turned it on. You smiled triumphantly, opening the bag of chocolate Sam offered you. Dean watched your favorite tv show, alongside you and Sam smiling. Moments like these don’t happen very often. So he treasures them, even if he won’t admit it, because he believes that there isn’t anything better in the world than laughing and smiling with his siblings.

“But I failed you in the end,” Dean said, suppressing a sob.

Sweat dripped down the side of Dean’s face as he swung his machete, slicing the vampire’s head clean off. What was supposed to be a nest of 7 vamps turned out to be a nest of 19. To say they were unprepared is an understatement. Vampires were coming at the siblings left and right. They were barely avoiding getting their throats ripped out.

Dean took a moment to glance over at his sister. She gracefully fought off an attacking vamp, decapitating it. Her Y/C/H swung wildly, sticking to her face. She turned towards him, and her face formed into horror. Before Dean knew what was happening, he was pushed to the ground. The sickening sound of his sister’s screams filled the air. The vamp’s mouth was firmly attached to Y/N’s neck. Y/N’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, as her arms that were trying to push him away slowly fell limp to her sides. Dean was too shocked to move.

A machete suddenly sliced through his neck, promptly killing him. Sam was standing behind the vamp, horror stricken as Y/N crashed to the ground. Dean’s shock finally wore off as he scrambled towards his sister. Her body laid motionlessly on the ground, frightening Dean. He wrapped his arms around his sister, pulling her on his lap.

“It’s okay, princess,” Dean choked out. “You’re gonna be alright.” You shook your head.

“No,” you croaked. “I’m not gonna be alright. I’m dying, Dean.”

“Don’t say that,” Sam said, tears threatening to spill over his eyes. “We’re gonna get you help.” Your hand flew out, clasping his hand.

“It’ll be too late,” you whisper. “Promise me boys. Promise not to bring me back.”

“No!” Dean said suddenly. “You’re not gonna die! We can’t lose you. You’re all we have left.” Dean let out a strangled sob. “Why’d you do it? Why did you have to save me? Why didn’t you let me die instead?” You gripped his hand tighter.

“Cause you’re my brother,” you said firmly. “I don’t regret it. I would die a million times if it meant saving you. I love you. I love you both. You are my brothers. Nothing will ever change that. Not even death. You two mean everything to me, and I’m sorry,” your breathing shallowed. “Goodbye boys,” you whispered, and your eyes fluttered shut.

Dean shook your shoulder lightly. “Y/N? Sweetheart? Wake up,” he shook you more violently. “Y/N! WAKE UP! NO! Y/N!” Loud ugly sobs escaped his mouth, along with Sam’s. Dean cradled you to his chest, begging you to wake up. He willed you to open your eyes, one more time. To see your beautiful smile one more time. To hear your voice, soft and silky, telling him that everything would be alright. But your eyes didn’t open. You didn’t smile. Your mouth didn’t move, speaking gingerly to comfort him. And even through all the denial rushing through Dean’s veins, he knew deep down that you were dead, and you weren’t coming back.

Dean felt Sam’s hands curl around his shoulders and he tumbled into his arms. He didn’t care that his little brother was seeing him at his weakest moment. All he cared about was that his sister was dead. His older sister that treated Sam and Dean as if they were her own sons.

Sam and Dean’s cries of agony filled the silence, mourning the loss of their sister. They only had each other now, and it seemed like it just wasn’t enough.

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Midnight Pool

Pairings: Dean x older sister!reader, Sam x older sister!reader

Warnings: Parent neglect

A/N: I haven’t posted in like a hundred years.

The sound of shuffling woke up Sam. He groggily opened his eyes to see Y/N slip on a pair of high heels. He sat up, rubbing his eyes. He swung his legs over the bed, standing up.

“Y/N?” he whispered. She jumped, startled.

“Hey Sammy. Go back to sleep,” she said. Sam’s frown deepened. He examined his older sister’s outfit. It was a black, skimpy, sparkly dress that came to just above her mid thigh. The heals made her at least two inches taller. Y/N looked older in the outfit.

“Where are you going?” She bit her lip.

“I’m just going out, I’ll be right back before you know you it,” she said softly, smiling.

“Dad always says that,” Sam said angrily. Y/N’s face dropped.

“Sammy—“

“I’m going to bed,” Sam said cutting her off. Y/N watched as Sam climbed back into bed, yanking the covers over him. Her heart ached seeing Sam so mad at her. She swallowed back the lump in her throat, before slipping out the door.

The air was chilly as Y/N drove the Impala to the nearest bar. She got past the bouncer easily, stepping inside. She walked over to the pool table, smiling at the guys surrounding it. They all looked her way, staring at her.

“Hey boys,” she purred, dropping a wink. “Wanna play some pool?”

“Are you sure about that? A pretty girl like you playing with the bigs boys?” Y/N smiled seductively, pulling a wad of money out of her purse. She smacked it down on the pool table.

“Let’s play,” she said, smirking. A couple of the men snickered.

“Okay sweetheart,” he said, slapping down his own money. “Let’s play.”

Two hours later, Y/N had hustled pretty much every guy in the bar, earning a giant wad of money for herself. Satisfied with her winnings, she slipped out of the bar to rush to the store.

She entered the store, not caring that a few workers looked at her weirdly. She headed towards the school section, picking out a new backpack for Sam, since his old one was old and tore up. After buying him some supplies, she headed towards the clothes section. She bought the boys new clothes, and new shoes. No matter how frequently she bought them new clothes, (each size bigger and bigger than the last), they never seemed to be able to wear the same size for that long.

Deciding to treat herself, she bought herself a couple new outfits as well. With everything in her shopping cart, she pushed it to the cash register to pay. The woman scanned all her items, and she handed the lady her money.

She counted the money, before looking up at Y/N. “Ma’m, I’m sorry. You don’t have enough money to pay for all of this.” Her face dropped.

“Well... if I put this back will I have enough?” she asked, picking up her outfits. She typed a few things into the register and nodded. “Okay, I’ll go put this back.”

Y/N turned on her heal, cursing to herself for not staying longer to earn more money. She put back the clothes, returning to the register. She thanked the woman before heading out of the store. She returned to the motel, slipping inside. The boys were still curled up in their beds sleeping. She smiled tiredly at the sight, setting their new stuff at the end of their beds. She went to the bathroom, quickly changing into her pajamas. When she was done, she flopped onto the couch, closing her eyes, exhausted.

The door suddenly opened, and John walked in. Y/N shot up off the couch, startled.

“Dad?” she asked.

“Get dressed Y/N. I need your help on the hunt.”

Her shoulders sunk, but she nodded. “Yes sir.”

So Y/N Winchester helped John on the hunt. She helped her father even though it left her sleep deprived. She didn’t regret staying up all night earning cash. She didn’t regret putting back the stuff that she wanted to get. She didn’t regret it because this was her family. Sam and Dean were her family. John was her family. And Y/N would do anything for them, even if it meant giving up her own happiness.

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sammythemooseman · 6 years

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#SPNNashcon2018

Who’s attending Nashcon 2018? I’ll be there Sunday!

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sammythemooseman · 6 years

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Masterlist

Dean Winchester

Lovesick Fool

Sam Winchester

Dumbledorks

Castiel

I’ll Stand By You

Helium

Meet Me In Heaven

Winchester Sister

Our Own Little Heaven

Cause You’re My Brother

Back At Black Rock

The Shattered Reflection

Team Free Will

You’re Safe Now

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The Shattered Reflection

Pairing: Dean x twin sister!reader, Sam x older sister!reader

Warnings: Angst, death, kind of out of character Dean

A/N: I’m sorry. This sucks. I know Dean is slightly out of character, but I wanted to write him like nobody has ever seen him act. I wanted to show how much pain he’s in.

Pain was something that Dean Winchester felt on a daily basis. From punches, to kicks, to scratches, to cuts—Dean has learned over the years to handle them like a man. At least in his words. But that’s physical pain. Mental pain is a whole different story. Dean hasn’t learned to handle mental pain properly, and he’s been through so much of it. He has lost so much. John, Mary, Bobby, Ellen, Jo, Charlie, Kevin. Hell, even Sammy about six times. Dean won’t admit it, but sometimes he feels like he could snap at any moment. As if he could break and crumble into dust. But he hasn’t broke. He has kept it together for 30 years. He has kept it together until he lost his twin sister. He broke when he lost Y/N.

First came the denial. When it finally hit him that she was dead, he tried to get an angel to bring her back. He tried to make a deal with a demon. None worked. He took off, leaving Sam and Cas scrambling trying to track him down. He stayed in a dingy motel somewhere in Indiana. Then came the whiskey. A lot of whiskey. He would spend nights drinking and getting drunk off his ass. And that was saying a lot considering it takes a lot to get Dean Winchester drunk. He spent the days lying in bed, hungover. He hardly ate. He only slept when the alchohal made him pass out. This went on for weeks. Which lead up to now.

Dean was currently sitting on the floor, leaning against the back of the bed. Bottles of empty whiskey were strewn all across the floor. He had headphones on, his music blasting through his ears. He closed his eyes, smiling at a memory. Y/N was the only one who didn’t complain about his music. She loved it in fact. Dean and Y/N would sit in the Impala, rocking and belting out to his music, Sam complaining the whole way to whereever they were going. They would both tell him to shut his cakehole and continue to sing. She really is his twin sister. Dean opened his eyes, his smile dropping. Was.

He took another swig of his bottle. Dean suddenly felt his stomach twist. He threw a hand over his mouth, ripping his headphones off. He got up, and stumbled into the bathroom. He barely made it before vomiting into the toilet. When he finished emptying the contents of his stomach, he shakily stood up. He staggered to the sink, rinsing out his mouth. He stood up, looking at his reflection in the mirror. Tears fills his eyes. He saw her. Y/N smiled at him. Dean blinked, and she was gone. But he could still see her. He could see her in himself. He could see Y/N in his eyes. They had the same bright green eyes.

Tears streamed down his cheeks, and he reeled his fist back smashing it into the mirror. He punched it several times, shards of glass raining down on him knicking his skin. He crumpled to the ground, letting complete dispair take over him. Nothing in his life ever made him feel so much pain. Not even the time where a Hellhound tore his body to shreds. Dean would’ve rather took the Hellhound over this. Sobs racked his body as the lost of his sister ripped through him.

The door to his motel room suddenly flew open, and Sam and Castiel burst in. Dean looked up at them, quickly wiping his eyes. He tried to stop the tears from falling, but it’s like a switch turned on that he couldn’t turn off. Sam looked at Dean, taken aback. He’s never seen Dean like this. He ran over to his older brother, kneeling beside him.

“Hey Dean, it’s okay,” he said, not really sure what to say, for he has never needed to comfort his own brother like this.

Rage suddenly filled Dean. “No!” Sam jolted in surprise at his outburst. “Do you know how much it hurts Sam? Do you know how much it hurts to see Y/N when I look in the mirror every day? Do you know how hard it is to see her in me every single day?”

Sam’s face hardened. “No. I don’t know, Dean. But we’re brothers.” Sam looked at Cas. “We’re family. And we’re gonna get through this. Together.”

Dean sat there for a moment before nodding. “Together.”

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Helium

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Warnings: None

A/N: I do not regret it. (You’ll know what I mean.) Also, does anyone know how to make a cut on Tumblr mobile??

“Why do I have to go to a little rat’s birthday party?” you asked grumpily.

“Come on Y/N/N. You’re better with kids.” You snorted.

“Says the one who basically raised a kid. Two counting Ben,” you replied. Dean huffed.

“Just suck it up and look out for the werewolf,” he says, pulling the Impala into the Lewis’s driveway. You rolled your eyes, climbing out of the car. Cas was waiting by the door, his Pimpmobile parked crookedly in front of Baby.

“Hey Y/N.” You turned around to see Sam sticking his head out of the window. “Be careful.”

“Always,” you said smiling.

You watched as Sam and Dean pulled away, most likely heading off to meet a witness. You turned back to Castiel, and sighed.

“I still don’t understand why we couldn’t go interview the witnesses.” Castiel shrugged.

“I don’t see the problem with attending a child’s birthday celebration in order to catch a werewolf.” You gasped.

“The problem is the kids! Snot-nosed four year old little brats screaming and running around,” you said scowling.

“Well then, let’s try to find the werewolf and get out of here as quick as possible.” You nodded in agreement, and rang the doorbell. The door opened to reveal a middle-aged woman holding a child on her hip.

“Hello!” she chirped. “I’m Bethany Lewis, but just call me Beth.” She shook you and Castiel’s hands with her free arm and smiled. “This is my daughter Rose.” Rose hid her face into her mother’s shoulder shyly.

“Hi Rose. I’m Victoria, and this is Dmitri.” You said trying to sound friendly. Castiel waved awkwardly at Rose. Rose immediately hid her face into her mother’s shoulder.

“Don’t mind her. She’s just shy around new people. Well, come on in. Rose’s friends should be arriving in about thirty minutes, so would you mind going out to the back and help my husband set up?”

You nodded, and you and Castiel entered the house. You and Cas walked in the backyard to see a bunch of tables set up, along with a bouncy house, and a makeshift stage with a banner that read: “Bobo the Clown.”

You groaned. Like Sam, you hated clowns. They were too creepy for your liking.

“First kids, now clowns. Great,” you grumbled. Castiel nudged your shoulder, and you look up to see who you assumed was Beth’s husband.

“Hello, I’m Mark. I’m guessing you’re Dmitri and Victoria?” the man asked. You nodded, fake smiling.

“Yes, your wife sent us back here to help out,” you said.

“Yes, that would be great, thank you. Could you please set the tables? The kids should start arriving in 10 minutes.” You nodded, and walked over to the paper plates and plastic silverware.

“I really hope this hunt doesn’t last long,” you muttered to Cas, once out of hearing range from Mark.

After you and Cas finished setting up the tables, little kids started arriving. You cringed as a few started running around the backyard laughing and screaming. You felt your phone buzz in your pants, and you pulled it out, opening it.

Sammy:

Find anything yet?

You:

No. Kids just started arriving. Haven’t seen anything suspicious yet.

You:

I hate you two for leaving Cas and I to go to this stupid party.

Sammy:

Sorry Y/N/N.

You:

If you were really sorry, you would’ve come instead. You know there’s a clown right?

You waited for Sam to reply, but he didn’t. You rolled your eyes, pocketing your phone.

“Hello Y/N,” a high pitched voice said. Startled, you turned around. Cas stood there, with a balloon in his hand.

“Cas? Why do you sound so weird?” you asked.

“Bethany showed me to how to breath in this helium,” Cas said. It sounded weird, Cas’s deep voice a couple octaves high. The only time his voice sounded that high was when Lucifer was possessing him.

Unable to help yourself, you burst out laughing. You doubled over, holding your stomach. You were pretty sure you were laughing for a good minute, before you regained your composure. You stood up, wiping the tears from your eyes.

“You’re adorable,” you said chuckling. You took a chance, and pecked him on the cheek, resisting the urge to blush. Castiel looked down at you, smiling a cute angelic smile.

“Thank you Y/N.”

#supernatural #supernatural imagines #supernatural one shots #supernatural x reader #supernatural x you #spn #spn imagines #spn one shots #spn x reader #spn x you #castiel #castiel imagines #castiel one shots #castiel x reader #castiel x you #dean x platonic!reader #sam x platonic!reader

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Lovesick Fool

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: Angst, death

Summary: This is based on the song “Can’t Help Falling in Love” by Haley Reinhart

A/N: Just a short little one shot.

Wise men say only fools rush in

But I can’t help falling in love with you

Your hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles paper white. Your bloodshot, puffy eyes were focused intently on the road ahead of you.

You gritted your teeth. Why did I have to fall in love with him? More tears filled your eyes, spilling over your cheeks.

Oh, shall I stay, would it be a sin

Oh, if I can’t help falling in love with you?

It was all a mistake—the whole thing was a mistake. Eyes still on the road, you reached over, grasping your bottle of whiskey. You took a long swig, setting it back down into your cup holder.

You knew drinking and driving was dangerous, but at that point, you didn’t give a damn what happened to you. You let out a sob, gripping the steering wheel tighter.

Like a river flows, surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes, some things are meant to be

Tears blurred your vision, and the sound of a horn blaring and blinding lights caused you to slam on the breaks. Searing pain encased you, and you screeched, as the car flipped onto its side.

Oh, take my hand, take my whole life too

For I can’t help falling in love with you

“Y/N! Y/N!” your eyes cracked open, and you saw Dean kneeling over you. “Y/N, please stay with me baby,” he said, a sob escaping his lips. You looked up at his face, as tears glistened on his cheeks.

“I was a fool, to fall in love with you,” you whispered. You let out another raspy breath, before your eyes glazed over, and you were gone from this world.

“Y/N? Y/N? No! I’m sorry! I’m sorry for everything—please, come back.”

Oh, for I can’t help falling in love with you

#supernatural #supernatural imagines #supernatural one shots #supernatural x reader #supernatural x you #spn #spn imagines #spn one shots #spn x reader #spn x you #dean winchester #dean winchester imagines #dean winchester one shots #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you

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Dumbledorks

Pairing: Sam x reader

Warnings: HARRY POTTER SPOILERS. I REPEAT. HARRY POTTER SPOILERS.

Your eyes skimmed frantically across the pages of your book, taking in the words. You suddenly gasped, and screamed a blood curdling scream. You hurtled your book across the room, burying your face in your pillow.

The door to your room suddenly shot open, revealing a disheveled looking Sam holding a gun.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Sam took sight of your sprawled form across the bed, and the book ‘Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince’ lying on the ground.

Sam relaxed his posture, setting his gun on your dresser. Sam walked cautiously over to you, sitting down next to your shaken form.

“Y/N/N?” he asked softly, trying to see your face. You revealed your face from the pillows, tears running down your cheeks.

“D-D-Dumbledore!” you blubbered, letting out another cry.

Sam smiled softly, and pulled you into his arms. You cried, stuffing your face into his flannel. Sam soothingly rubbed your back, as you cried over one of your favorite characters. After a few more minutes of crying, you pulled away.

“You okay now?” he asked, brushing away a strand of hair that fell into your face.

“No,” you said pouting. Sam stood up, and you looked at him questioningly.

“I’ll be right back—stay.” You scoffed as he left. Why would you go anywhere after your favorite character just died?

Sam returned, holding something behind his back. You raised an eyebrow. He revealed what he was holding and you gasped. It was a Ginny Weasley Funko Pop. You squealed.

“Here—take it,” Sam said, placing it in your hands.

“I can’t take this. It’s yours.” Sam shrugged.

“It’s okay. I don’t like Ginny that much anyway.” You gasped.

“What?!” you spluttered. “How can you not like Ginny?!” Sam rose his eyebrows.

“I just personally didn’t like their relationship that much.” You glared heavily at him.

"Harry and Ginny are beautiful together,” you argued. “Ginny has had a crush on Harry since the first day she met him. Sure, he didn’t return her feelings at the time but still! Also—“

"Harry Potter? Really?” a voice asked from the doorway. You turned, and saw Dean standing there.

“Yes. Really,” you replied scowling.

Dean chuckled. “Alright then, Dumbledorks.”

You promptly burst out crying.

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You're Safe Now

Pairing: TFW x platonic!young!reader

Summary: You have abusive parents, not knowing that your actual parents are long dead, and their bodies are being used as meat suits by demons. One day, when you’re almost beat to death by your ‘father’, Team Free Will saves you.

Warnings: Abuse, swearing, possibly (not really) angst

A/N: Wrote this awhile ago… don’t know why I’m just now posting it. Well, enjoy:)

The school bell rang, and everybody shot up out of their seats, eager to get home. Not you though. You took your sweet time gathering your books, and putting them in your bag. You loathed every second at home with your parents. Besides when they were sleeping, they found some way to torture you. Whether it was hitting you, or belittling you.

You soon found yourself standing on the steps of the house you lived in. You refused to call it home. Home should be a place where you felt safe. You definitely didn’t feel safe here. You took a deep breath, and stepped inside. Right when you stepped inside, you felt your head crack to the side, followed by blistering pain. You barely flinched. You held your head high, and stared directly into the face of your father.

”Why are you home late bitch?” he growled.

”My teacher wanted to talk to me,” you lied. It was risky lying to your parents, but they don’t give a shit about what you do at school, unless it has anything to do with revealing that they’re abusive. All you want to do is make it until you’re eighteen, then you were out of here.

Your father huffed. “You’re probably being a little slut and screwing your teacher so you can keep your grades up.” You were used to this from your father, but it still hurt. “Go make your mother and I supper.”

You hung up your bag and scurried away from him. You entered the kitchen and started making them spaghetti. While you were waiting for the noodles to boil, you set the table. After you finished cooking, you informed them supper was done, and served them their meal. You turned on your heal, preparing to go straight to your room when you heard a loud crash. You turned and watched in horror as your father swept everything off the table.

”You little bitch! You can’t do anything right! I didn’t want spaghetti, and you forgot my damn beer!” he spat. You fought the urge to roll your eyes. He approached you, and you bit your lip, casting your eyes to the floor. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Pathetic,” he sneered. His breath reeked of alcohol making your scrunch up your nose in disgust. He could probably knock out a football team with the stench of his breath. You considered the possibility.

You cried out when he hit you, sending you to the floor. You felt his foot connect with your side. You screeched, curling up into a ball in attempt to protect yourself. You could hear your ribs shattering. You didn’t even think it was even possible to kick that hard. Hot tears rolled down your cheeks as he mercilessly beat you. You finally went limp, in too much pain to even defend yourself.

”Hey you son of a bitch!” a voice shouted. You looked through bleary eyes to see three handsome men, standing in your kitchen doorway.

”Winchesters,” your mother hissed. You tried to scurry away as they all pulled out weapons. They attacked your parents, wielding unusual looking knives. Your parents, with inhuman strength, hurtled furniture at them. The men dodged the furniture, and promptly stabbed your parents. You gasped as it looked like their skeletons seemed to flash orange, before dropping dead to the ground.

You let out a whimper when they turned towards you. You shrunk back into the wall, in too much pain to try and run away. You waited for them to stab you, ending your life. Your life sucked anyway. You just hoped the afterlife would be better.

Then the man did the oddest thing ever, he threw water on you. Water. The green eyed man pulled out a knife, and walked towards you. You let out a another whimper, and made a weak attempt to drag yourself away from him.

”Dean,” the tallest one said, in a scolding manner. “You’re scaring her.” The green eyed man who’s name was apparently Dean, looked back at you.”

”Hi girl,” he said softly, kneeling. “We’re not gonna hurt you okay?” You wasn’t sure if you should be more offended that he killed your parents, or that he was talking to you like you was a dog.

The man in the trench coat cleared his throat awkwardly. She’s offended that you are speaking to her like she is a canine,” he said in a deep, grungy voice. Your eyes widened. How did he know your thoughts? Was he a psychic The man tilted his head and frowned.

”I am not a psychic.” Now you were beyond freaked out. Your attention turned back to Dean when he moved closer to your form.

”Alright, we’re gonna help you, but we need to check something. We’re just gonna cut your hand a tiny bit, I promise it won’t hurt much.” You recoiled away from the knife, afraid he was gonna stab you with it.

”I assure you, you can trust Dean. If he wanted to stab you he would’ve already,” the trench coated man said bluntly.

”Just one tiny little cut and then I promise it’s over with,” he said. For some odd reason, you trusted him. You nodded slowly, and he pressed the knife to your hand, slicing open a small cut. Dean pocketed the knife, and stood up. “She’s clean. Cas, heal her.” The trench coated man approached you, and pressed two fingers to your forehead. Warmth spread throughout your body, the pain fading away completely. You gasped, scrambling backward.

”It’s okay, we’re here to help you. You’re safe now,” the tallest man said. “Can you tell us your name?

”Y-Y/N,” you stuttered, staring at the men in awe. “Who are you?”

Dean grinned at you. “I’m Dean, this is my brother Sam, and that’s Cas. You can call us Team Free Will.”

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