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Angel Girl | Dean

Summary: Dean learns you're not human, but an angel.

Requested here! Thank you! Let me know if you want a part 2! Felt like I could write this forever but obvs had to end it at some point lmaoo

Word count: 1,299

Taglist: @rowenalovee @amythedoctor @girlsforpjm @chaospossum @take-it-on-the-run, @themidnightwitch44 @linkthetrashgoblin

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Dean's love life has always been rocky, from casual dating to raunchy hookups with the girls he finds at the local bar and waking up the next day simultaneously enjoying and regretting his life choices. He's never settled for anyone and the relationships he's had over the years have almost always ended on the wrong foot.

Until he met you.

Castiel had introduced you both whilst Cas had made an excuse of hearing your prayer over an issue that made him realise you're not quite the person that needed help, of course, because you were different.

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Dean wakes up in a cold sweat, his heart beating 100 times a second. His eyes scan the room to ensure he's awake and not in a dream state. He takes a deep breath, before propping himself up in bed, looking over at his bedside table and checking the time. 5:24 AM. "God damn it," He sighs, placing his head in his hands, hunching over. He rubs his stubble to try and wake himself up. His fern-coloured orbs meet with the ceiling.

"God, just give me a break." He whispers, resting his forearm across his eyes. "Please let me sleep." He huffs, attempting to relax before sleeping again. The sound of large wings echoes the room, and Dean refuses to move his arm. "Cas, get out." He shoos, waving his spare hand.

"Hello." A sweet voice appears, making Dean jump out of his skin. He reaches for his gun and points it at the figure standing at his door. Fear takes over his face, his eyes enlarged and his mouth slightly agape.

"Y/N?" He asks, his face reading multiple different emotions. "How did you get here?" He stumbles, his thought process is jumbled right now. His gorgeous eyes meet yours, then you look down at the floor.

"I heard your prayer."

"M-my prayer?" He lays his gun flat on the bed, his gaze unable to move away from you. You nod.

"It's universal... You pray to God and angels can answer." You smile at him, yet he remains confused. "Y/N, you're an angel?" He questions, gradually getting up from the mattress. You assume that he already knew, maybe Cas had told him prior but Dean chose to not say anything about it. The surprise from Dean surprises you. "You didn't know?" You say softly, and Dean shakes his head. "I thought Cas would have told you, but that's okay. I guess there's much to talk about." You chuckle lightly. "Yeah, we do."

You tell Dean that you'll be back the following day to answer all of his questions, and allow him to return to bed so he can go back to sleep.

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You arrive at the bunker, the early morning Kansas sun beaming down onto the back of your head as you let yourself in. You walk down the stairs and meet Dean in the kitchen who's cooking up breakfast for himself. "Hey Dean," You greet, showing him a friendly smile. You stand next to the counter as he turns around and faces you. "Hey Y/N. You didn't zap in today?" He asks, scraping scrambled eggs and bacon onto two plates. "No, I wanted to seem more... normal. Human, I guess. Did it work?" You ask, a gleam in your eyes. "Yeah, I'd say so." He starts, reaching over to the drawer where the cutlery is kept. He passes you a plate, a knife and a fork. "Y'know, I was thinking last night..." He says, leading you over to the dining table. "I want to show you how to act more human. So..." He slides the plate in front of you, the steam travelling up toward your face, the smell engulfing you.

"I thought we could start with you trying food. Here," He passes you the cutlery in the correct hands. "Dig in." He finishes, piling his breakfast onto his fork and bringing it to his mouth. You attempt to do the same, but much slower. You bring it up to your mouth, allowing the food to sit there in your mouth for a few seconds. You swallow, Dean watching your every move. "See? Not so bad is it?" He chuckles lightly, and you smile at him. "No, it's quite enjoyable. The flavours are quite foreign." You say, lifting another forkful.

You have both finished your breakfast, Dean's crack at trying to help you has definitely helped, but he's not done yet. He suggests that you both take a night to yourselves to catch you up on the most iconic movies.

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"I had an idea of watching a chick flick for tonight," He almost shivers at the idea. "Just this once. Then we can watch Star Wars." He says, and you laugh at him. "Dean Winchester watching a movie made specifically for teenagers... I never thought I'd see the day." You chuckle, and he smirks at your quick comment. "Hey, there's nothing wrong with a chick flick every so often." He admits, switching the TV over to something very close to Netflix, but is borderline illegal. Upon choosing Wild Child, you both sit back, remaining quiet throughout the whole movie.

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The movie finishes, and you glance over to Dean, who's sound asleep sitting up, his arms are crossed and one leg is resting over the other. Despite being an angel, you can't help but feel something warm and fuzzy ignite in your chest, a feeling of adoration and... something else you can't quite put your finger on. He shuffles, and you nudge his arm gently. "Dean," You whisper, trying to not startle him. He groans, his eyes flickering. "Dean, the movie has finished." You shake him again, and he rapidly sits up properly. "I'm awake." Dean rubs his eyes, wiping the sleep from his eyes. He stretches, his arms above his head. His t-shirt rides up a little, and you can't help but glare. He rests one arm above his head, and the other beside you on the sofa.

Dean reaches for the TV remote and searches for one of the many Star Wars movies. "So, how'd you like that one?" He asks with his gaze upon you. You nod. "It was good. I can see why it's so popular." You smile, a gentle look on your face. He grins at you, nodding his head. "Can't say I've seen it many times myself," He clears his throat, searching for 'The Empire Strikes Back'. "Dean, I know when you're lying." You add, scanning his face. "What? No I'm not," He chuckles nervously, avoiding any eye contact with you. "Yes you are, I can feel it. Your weird behaviour is offputting."

"Offputting? That's rude." He jokes and the movie auto-plays. The intro to the movie startles you, and Dean laughs at you. "That's really loud." You huff, and Dean relaxes an arm around your shoulders. "It's okay. That's the only loud part of the movie." He adds, shuffling closer to you. "Now, this is one of the best Star Wars movies they've ever made," He starts, and you allow him to ramble about the context of the movie and which actor plays what character. You sit and stare at him whilst he has his rant, his passion for something has really intrigued you like no other.

Everyone will always have a say about supernatural beings and how they differ from humans, how the stereotype that angels are typically full of wisdom and forgiveness. But for you, wisdom is the need to know the true forms of the Winchester brothers, especially Dean. Something about him and the need to aid other people except himself has always bewildered you.

Hoping that this will help you bring him closer to you, you'd just about do anything for that to happen.

#supernatural #spn #supernatural imagines #spn imagines #sam winchester #sam winchester imagines #supernatural imagine #spn imagine #sam x reader #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester spn

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Dean has never realised you’re an angel, and he helps you with basic human tendencies

The Winchester brothers are desperate for help on a hunt that you’ve already started

Delicate - Taylor Swift (Dean’s Version)

#supernatural #supernatural imagines #spn imagines #spn #dean winchester #dean winchester imagines #sam winchester #sam winchester imagines #supernatural imagine #spn imagine #sam x reader #sam winchester x reader #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #spn x reader

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stargazedwinchester · 1 month

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Too Soon? Pt.2 | Sam

Summary: Sam made a bold move despite only knowing you for a day. Where does this lead?

You can read part 1 here! It's been requested so here's the final part :)

Sorry for the week of nothing lmao, I've been extremely busy with work and it's taken me a whole week to finish this, everything else will be posted within the next week and requests will be back open soon!

Word count: 1,744

Tag List: @chaospossum @girlsforpjm @rowenalovee @themidnightwitch44 @amythedoctor @linkthetrashgoblin @take-it-on-the-run

Your cheeks flushed a bright pink, and Dean's eyes were locked on you. "That was a very bold move Sammy," He states, chuckling to himself before taking a bite out of his burger. And Sam laughs, clearly trying to avoid all eye contact with you. Unsure what to do, your eyes meet the table whilst thinking everything over.

"You're making her shy, Dean!" Charlie chortles, somehow finding amusement in your embarrassment. You just know that if the tables were turned she would not be laughing. Your eyes met Sams, the sunlight hitting the colours just right, making them look a sort of treron than plain hazel. It's almost like he hadn't taken his eyes off of you. His gaze softens when he realises they're still poking fun at the pair of you, so he shoots you a quick it's okay smile, before clearing his throat. The food and drinks arrived quickly after, the pair of you completely ignoring the two children sat next to you.

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About an hour or so later, you're all gradually picking up your things and leaving the table. Dean throws a $10 tip on the table for the waitress, giving her a full smile upon leaving. He and Charlie walk on toward the Impala, leaving you and Sam trailing behind. You can feel him looking at you, the feeling making you want to make him look at you more. The subtle exchanges in the diner and the gentle touches under the table make you feel like you're a teenager again.

You all pile into the car, sitting in comfortable silence. Charlie and Dean having their own nerdy conversation about Star Wars really bores you, so you tune out and stare out of the window instead.

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Your head falls onto Sam's chest, who's sound asleep with his hand propping his head up as he rests, his legs splayed out with his other hand placed on his thigh. At this moment you didn't really care about who said what, it's hard to sleep in a car with no pillows or blankets. Charlie's asleep in the front seat, Dean focusing on driving. You shift your whole body to lean against him, and he lifts his arm to allow you onto his lap. You place your head on his thighs and he strokes your hair. Sam's breathing softens again, his enormous hands coming to a halt. He rests it on top of your hip, the pair of you drifting off to sleep once more.

It must’ve been a few hours since you passed out on Sam’s lap, but Dean had parked the Impala outside of a motel, the discoloured sign that read ‘ROOMS AVAILABLE’ is missing letters, assuming they had fallen off. The logo of the motel's lights flicker and dim in a rhythmic pattern. You jolt awake, rubbing your eyes and looking up at Sam, who’s just woken up as well. He looks down at you with a gentle smile, his dimples causing deep shadows on his face. You sit up, stretching as much as you can before exiting.

You all walk to the reception in silence, sleep deprivation taking over everyone’s mind. Dean, being chirpier than ever, requests rooms for everyone but himself and pays the receptionist in cash. “Why didn’t you get a room for yourself, Dean?” You ask, furrowing your eyebrows. He shrugs. “I work better when I have no sleep. It helps me thrive.” He frowns his lips, looking proud of himself. You grin at his quick comment, accepting that he’s most likely going to do his own thing tonight, and will just carry on the drive the next morning.

He passes Charlie a set of keys and passes you a set too. “Well,” he sighs, looking up at Sam. “Have a good night guys.” He says, patting him on the shoulder. Sam smirks, then looks down at the floor. “What do you mean? I can’t share a room with either of them, that’s weird.” He states, Dean turns back to him, shrugging his shoulders. “Figure it out. You’re a big boy now.” He laughs almost mischievously, and you give your sister a wide-eyed I have to share a room with him? look. Charlie giggles at your expense.

“I guess I’ll go find the rooms. I’ll see you two in a sec.” He says, showing you a small, guilty grin. Charlie excitedly looks over at you. “He’s so into you.”

"Charlie, he's known me, what, half a day? He can't be." You sound unsure, looking over your shoulder to peer outside. Charlie hums and shakes her finger in your face. "You never know, Y/N. Sam is always so nervous around pretty girls. He seems pretty nervous to me." She says with a smile in her voice. You smile widely. "Stop," You whisper, shoving her arm with almost no effort. "Let's just go to our rooms." You say, exiting the reception and meeting with Sam outside.

You find your motel room, the burgundy paint has chipped and the door handle is rusted, showing a battered brass shade underneath. You push open the door, leading yourself and Sam into a small, musty room with a double bed. The walls are a light cream, the curtains a dark crimson with a floral swirl pattern in a shade darker. The bedsheets match the curtain, and the carpet looks tired and worse for wear. Darker marks blotch the carpet, and you'd rather not know what stained it. "Well," You start, opening the blinds to allow more light to shine through. "It's something." You look at Sam, who's examining the room, padding his way over to the bathroom and turning on the light.

"Not bad. We've stayed in worse." He chuckles, chucking his duffel on the floor in front of the bed. He shuffles through his things and takes out salt, a gun, and a small whiskey flask. "The essentials." You laugh, Sam grinning at your comment. It's not often you'd go on hunts with someone who's so prepared to protect themselves. Usually, you'd just wing it and come home the same night. This time it's different.

You unpack a couple of things onto your bedside table, taking out your toiletries, ready to take a well-deserved shower. You sit up on the side of the bed, looking over at Sam. "So, about the bed situation..." You start, feeling awkward even having to mention it, and Sam chuckles. "Don't worry. I can sleep in the chair and you have the bed." He smiles, certain that you don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with. "No, I was gonna say we can share. You won't get a good night's sleep otherwise." You disagree, pointing over to the empty side of the room. You had basically made yourself at home even though it was just for the night. Sam raises his eyebrows, almost shocked at you willing to share a bed with a man you've just met.

Even though he didn't agree or disagree with your suggestion, he kept it open in case you changed your mind. Forgetting about your shower, Sam enters the bathroom and turns on the shower. You thought the best thing to do to pass the time is to help him prepare the room for the night. You take the salt he had laid on the table and sprinkled it at the bottom of the door, the windowsills and around the whole perimeter of the room, including pulling out the bed from the wall and sprinkling it behind there too. You take his handgun and place it under the pillow. You remember to do the same with your own.

Sam gets out of the shower, putting on a fresh pair of underwear and wrapping a white bath sheet around his waist before entering the main room again. You look up at him from the bed, his toned yet sharp body mesmerising you, it's as if he did it on purpose. The guy knows he's good-looking, so he's using it to his advantage. His hair is messy, strands sticking to the side of his face as well as his forehead. Collarbones shining in the summer evening sun, beads of water glistening and reflecting the sunlight. He walks over to his bag, reaching for a new shirt and pair of pyjama bottoms. Your gaze is fixated on him, every single movement of his looks intentional, whether it is or not, it's getting your attention.

He walks over to the bed, lays his fresh clothes down and removes his towel. He folds the towel back up and throwing it gently on the edge of the bed to take back to the bathroom. He locks eyes with you for one second, a playful but cocky look on his face. You panic, thinking that he's going to think you're weird for staring. "Sorry," You mumble, taking your fascination elsewhere. Sam snickers. "Sorry for what?" He pauses, finishing putting his comfy clothes on. You sit up on the bed, and he walks over to your side. He towers over you, before continuing. "If it were you getting out of the shower, I'd be the same." He mutters. You stand up and there's a good height difference between you both. He looks down at you, moving closer. "I've wanted you from the moment I saw you..." He states, making the butterflies in your stomach arise. Your cheeks flush red, and you can't seem to find the confidence to look at him in the eyes.

"Yeah?" You ask, unable to understand how a guy like him is interested in you. "Yeah. I was so nervous around you but I took a moment and I thought you know what? I only get one chance at fucking up, so why not?" He inches closer to you, he lifts your chin up with his finger, and you freeze. "Can I kiss you?" He whispers, and you nod.

His gentle lips meet yours, awaiting your consent. He pulls you closer to him, his chest meeting yours. You place your hand on his cheek, slowly moving to the back of his head, stroking his hair. His hand moves from yours and places it on the small of your back. You pull him towards the bed and fall on top of each other, the tension swiftly building up in the last few seconds, and you both can't help yourselves.

Is this too soon? You thought to yourself, then shrugging it off. It's worth it.

#supernatural #spn #supernatural imagines #spn imagines #dean winchester #dean winchester imagines #sam winchester #sam winchester imagines #supernatural imagine #spn imagine #sam x reader #sam winchester x reader

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stargazedwinchester · 1 month

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I hope your requests are open but can I get some Sam Winchester falling for someone he know briefly in highschool and obvs he gets over them… or so he thinks. Until years later, reader is now a hunter and works with the boys on a hunt? (I really hope this makes sense<3)

omg yes deffo !! i’ll get round to doing this soon!

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stargazedwinchester · 1 month

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And You Are? | Dean

Summary: You enjoy a night at the bar with your friend, who is certain someone’s trying to flirt with you.

Based on this request here! Thank you! :)

Y/F/N: Your friends name

Y/D/N: Your dogs name

Word count: 1,161

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It's not unusual for you to go out with your friends once in a while. The occasion this time is because you've holed yourself up in your house for 'far too long' according to Y/F/N, who has basically forced you out of the house for some fresh air.

Leading up to the bar, you could tell it was a dingy, cheap place just from how rowdy the men are, and the sound of glasses smashing and people cheering. What's up with that?

"You wanna sit at the bar?" Your friend says, scanning the whole place for somewhere to sit. "If it's best, yeah, it's quite full," You say. The place was packed full of sweaty boisterous bodies, you make your way over to the bar, finding a single stool to sit on. Your friend stood next to you. The both of you ordered your drinks and eventually someone moved, so your friend sat opposite you.

"Hey," She says, nodding at something behind you. "There's a guy, 6 o'clock, has really keen eyes," She says, and you turn around, scanning the room for said 'guy'. "Honestly, I wouldn't even know who you're talking about. There's that many people in here it's almost impossible. Plus, Y/F/N, I am blind." You chuckle, and she facepalms. She reaches down and pets Y/D/N. "Sorry, Y/N. I forget." A smile creeps on your face as you take another drink.

"No, but seriously, this guy is checking you out. If you don't want him, I'll have him." She laughs, showing him a quick smile before taking a sip. You take one last search around, feeling the contact like there are eyes burning right through the back of your skull. "Oh my God, he's coming over." She panics, darting her eyes from you to the handsome 6 foot something guy making his way over. She picks up her drink and downs the rest of it, waving for another round to be sent over.

"Hey, ladies, can I buy either of you a drink?" A deep voice appears from the heavy sounds of the bar. He looks down at you, showing you a warm, friendly smile. His hair short and dark, wearing a dark green unbuttoned over-shirt and a light blue/grey t-shirt underneath paired with some black jeans. His eyes are dreamy, a lovely shade of shiny green, speckles of sunny hazel compliments his dark exterior. Whether his appearance matches his personality, you're almost eager to find out.

"We're fine, thanks. Y/F/N has just ordered a couple more," You start, pointing to the empty glasses in front of you. He holds a glass half full of what seems to be beer, which wouldn't be to your surprise. "There's no harm in ordering more!" Y/F/N laughs, accepting the round of drinks from the bartender, sliding yours across to you. "Here, Y/N. That ones yours." She says, taking a sip of hers. "Oh, Y/N, right? It's nice to meet you, I'm Dean." He holds his hand out, and you grant him a pleasant smile, shuffling in your seat. "Nice to meet you, Dean."

He awkwardly moves his hand away, placing it back in his pocket. "It's nice to meet you too, Y/F/N. I hope I'm not intruding..." He trails, hoping to hear 'no' as an answer. "No, Dean, don't worry about it. We're only out for a couple of drinks then heading back home. She forced me out of my own house." You chuckle, and Y/F/N rolls her eyes. "She's refusing to leave her bed, so I've had to practically drag her by the ears to get her here."

Dean laughs, bringing his drink to his lips. "To be honest, it's not a great place here. I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to get out and go someplace else?" He suggests, and you snort. "There's no way in Hell I'm leaving this place with some guy I've met 5 minutes ago, I'll pass." You say, waving your hand at him. Dean holds his hand to his heart, scrunching his shirt. "Some guy? Most ladies are dying to take me home after 5 minutes!" He jokes, and it doesn't fly too well with you.

"Okay, wow, and now he's assuming." You feel a smile creep up, unable to keep it under wraps. "Hate to say it, but I'm not like other girls," You state, silently laughing to yourself.

"I can tell you are," He says, and you tilt your head. "What?"

"I said I can tell you are." He speaks louder, moving closer to your ear. You get a whiff of his cologne, woodsy, musky and sexy. Your eyes lit up as if something inside you has awoken, you've never smelt anything like it. Now you have to know who this man is and what he's about.

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After a small while of talking, Y/F/N found a different guy she could keep her eyes on and left both you and Dean alone. "To be honest, I'm done. Now Y/F/N has disappeared I feel like I don't have to force these drinks down me," You laugh, "You wanna go sit outside?" You ask Dean, and he nods "Yeah, let's go." He says, he shuffles out of the way to make room for you to get off of the stool. You pull out your cane and take Y/D/N leash, and Dean looks shocked. "Y/N, sorry for not noticing, but you're blind?" He questions, a confused look on his face. "Yeah, you didn't see?"

"Honestly? No, I didn't." He says, and you fold your cane back up. "Well, good, cause that means I can do this," You say, gently placing your hand in his. "Lead the way."

You head outside onto a bench out by the doorway, and you both sit down.

“I cannot believe you kept so quiet about this,” he starts, looking at you with a warm grin. His sudden interest in still wanting to get to know you really makes you wonder if he’s actually worth spending your time with. Dean seems like a really lovely guy, even with all the micro-flirting that’s been happening all night. Not that you’d complain, though, it’s nice to have recognition from such a charming, handsome man.

“I felt like it wasn’t something to mention,” you nod, “plus, I thought Y/D/N hi-vis vest was enough.” You laugh, and Dean nods. “That’s true, I guess I just had my eyes set on someone else.” He rasps, taking the last swig of his drink, before setting the glass on the patio floor. You grew tired, the night getting darker and longer made you crave your own comfort in your own home. Dean isn’t keeping you, yet he gets the hint. The conversation slowly grew quiet, as you both sat and and enjoyed each others company for a while longer.

“You know, I’d thought I’d change and be a gentleman for tonight, but screw it. You wanna come home with me?” He asks, seriousness in his voice.

“Thank God, I thought you’d never ask.”

#supernatural #spn #supernatural imagines #spn imagines #dean winchester #dean winchester imagines #sam winchester #sam winchester imagines #supernatural imagine #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader

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stargazedwinchester · 1 month

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Get can you write a SamxReader story where the brothers have been kidnapped by a pack of vampires or werewolves, and out of the blue the reader comes out of her hiding spot (because it was her hunt in the first place but she was waiting for the right moment to fight them) and kills them all on her own, in a really badass attitude? And they can’t believe how she could kill them all by herself. But the twist is that when she introduces herself, she is actually pretty shy and she is just a badass when she fights.

Plsss write until she and Sam start dating 🥺🙏🏼 thank you ilysm

Ofc I can!! I can do this in a 2 or 3 part series depending how carried away i get lmao, just so it's not too too long the first time

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stargazedwinchester · 1 month

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Can you do a dean or Sam x female angel reader?

Yeah ofc! Do you have any specific idea in mind? I can get this finished hopefully by the end of this week :)

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stargazedwinchester · 1 month

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Taglist

I've made a taglist form if anyone is interested in being tagged in anything I upload (it's more specific on the form), it wont even take a minute but it's there if anyone wants it! I will be continuing to upload (hopefully) daily, if not every other day or at most twice/three times a week! taglist form is here, and the list to see if you've been added is here!

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stargazedwinchester · 1 month

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I've realised that I haven't actually written any rules before anyone makes a request/sends me a prompt etc, (they're not really 'rules', it's just the best word for it)

I don't write smut (I may be open to it eventually, but for me it's just really awkward and I make myself cringe)

I usually always write fem!reader, but I do try to make every post gender neutral where I can

Sam is (and always will be) my favourite character to write, so most of my writings will be about him (sorry not sorry) but I am always up for writing for almost everybody else! Just send an ask and we'll sort it from there :)

I love writing songfics, I'm currently trying to write a songfic for every Taylor Swift song (which is all 243 songs) but I am more than happy to write for any song, just send an ask!

Now there isn't much I wouldn't write about, but the ones I will refuse are:

wincest, infact any incest ever, smut and destiel. I will only be writing x reader rather than two characters that already exist.

#supernatural #spn #supernatural imagines #spn imagines #dean winchester #sam winchester #dean winchester imagines #sam winchester imagines #supernatural imagine #dean x reader #sam x reader #sam winchester x reader #dean winchester x reader #castiel #castiel imagines #castiel x reader #supernatural x reader #supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfic

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Comfort | Cas

Summary: You've been suffering from nightmares recently, and call upon a certain angel for comfort.

Sorry it's a little short compared to what I've written before! Hope it's still okay! Based on this request here, thank you!

Word count: 722

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You thought that nightmares were a thing of your past, or even what your day-to-day life is now.

Obviously, you wouldn't be living a somewhat normal life without them, of course, but it doesn't mean they absolutely frighten you half to death. You awaken, your heart feels like it is about to pound right through your chest. The dream itself felt so real, your eyes dart around to ensure that you're completely safe. You sigh in relief, forcing your eyes shut, and your hands covering them. "Please, God, just one night of sleep. That's all I ask." You moan, rubbing your eyes and then your face. "I beg. Just one night." You try to make yourself comfy again when there's a very quick whooshing sound coming from the front of your bedroom door. "Hi."

You jump, rapidly pulling your gun from under your pillow, and pointing it toward a man in a trenchcoat. "Jesus, Cas," You startle, lowering your gun. "You terrified me." You say, sitting up in bed. "Sorry, Y/N. I heard your prayer. You're struggling to sleep?" He says, cocking his head to the side. His eyes wide and full of sparkle. The feeling of comfort has suddenly taken over you once Cas' presence had been known. He's always managed to make you feel safe and protected, even when he's not around. You have always had a deeper connection to Cas compared to the Winchesters, but that didn't mean you loved them any less. It's just that your feelings towards Castiel are different... and they didn't need to know that.

Cas takes his coat off and hangs it on your door handle. His shoes as well. He pads over to the edge of your bed and faces you. "Yeah, the past few weeks have been difficult and I don't know why. I genuinely don't remember the last time I had a good night's sleep," You say, and his eyes lower to the sheets, then to you. "I want to try something." He says, looking up at you. His gorgeous blue eyes complimenting his features in the dim light of your bedroom makes your heart flutter. "Y-yeah, of course, what is it?" You ask, keeping your voice lowered. If either of the brothers heard that you've got Cas in your bedroom right now, neither of you would be able to live it down.

"I um," He starts hesitantly. "Is it okay with you?"

"Yeah, it is." You say, unsure of what his next moves are. He gently gets onto the other side of your bed, he leans back, one leg over the other. He places his arm under you, and gently moves you to lay with him. Your brain has all sorts of thoughts and questions right now, but it's best to leave it. "Do you... like this?" He asks, sounding unsure within himself. You grin. "Yeah. It's comforting."

"I've watched enough movies to know that this is what people in relationships do." He says, you look up at him and his eyes are shut. He looks content, and then he opens his eyes and moves his gaze onto you. Feeling nervous, you cuddle yourself closer to him, avoiding eye contact. Something like this happening definitely didn't cross your mind for what his plan was.

Your whole body relaxes at his touch. He slowly, but gently, moves his hand down to stroke your back. He keeps his gaze on you, a simper that never seems to fade. His tender demeanour puts your mind at ease as you place a hand on his chest. "You're so warm," You mumble, inching closer. "That's a good thing, right?" He says, and you nod "Mhm."

You calmly place your hand against his cheek, stroking his face. This time you make eye contact with him, and all he can do is stare at you lovingly. He's clearly enjoying this time spent with you, as it's not very often (if at all) that this happens. You reach up to him and give him a peck on the cheek, moving your hand back down to his chest. He turns over to face you, pulling you in so your head is underneath his chin, breathing in his faint smell of cologne. He cautiously rubs the bottom of your back as you both drift off into a deep sleep together.

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stargazedwinchester · 1 month

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Soft Sounds | Dean

Summary: Dean mocks you for listening to nature sounds/lo-fi music while you sleep.

Based off of this request here, thank you! <3

Word count: 996

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Sleeping with any sort of noise has always been so comforting for you, having to live with the loud sounds of the world, all of the trauma you've endeavoured keeps you awake at night, memories creeping back from the most horrific times in your life.

You bought yourself your own little white noise machine a week ago, it makes multiple different sounds, and your favourites are lo-fi music and rain/thunder sounds. It's not every night that you have to use this, though, but it really does help. Especially with sleeping alone, your brain loves to play tricks on you during your quietest hours.

Tonight, you turn on your machine, clicking the button on top to change which sound you'd prefer to hear tonight. Your door is slightly ajar, knowing that the brothers were in the kitchen sharing a couple of beers and catching up. You had already told them you're going to have an early night for once and try to catch up on a lot of sleep you've missed out on recently. Doing this could probably help your awful sleep schedule.

You change into your pyjamas, a t-shirt and shorts combo that you threw on from the night before. Trying to look good while you slept is never the first thought since you literally live with two men who couldn't give any less of a crap, also, you're not dating either of them. You climb into bed and throw the covers over you, moving your hair out of your face, and lay on your side. Scrolling through your phone, you try to focus on the sounds coming from your machine, and within minutes, you're knocked out.

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As Sam and Dean call it a night, Sam stays to watch a movie in the main room, whilst Dean makes his way down toward the bedrooms. He notices your bedroom door is still slightly open, and he assumes you're awake.

"Hey, Y/-" He pauses, seeing you're fast out with your phone screen lit up, the lights still on and some noise coming from a weird-looking radio. He frowns, not knowing what is going on. He very quietly makes his way into your bedroom, and locks your phone, placing it on your bedside table. He dims the lights as he pads on over to your radio. "What the Hell is this?" He asks himself, keeping his voice just above a whisper. He glances at the tiny screen that presents what's playing. "She sleeps to this?" He scoffs, and a small grin appears on his face. He looks back at you, huffing. "This is such a Y/N thing to have." He says, standing back up and glancing over at you. Why would she ever own something like this? He thought to himself. It's stupid.

Your positioning in bed makes Dean chuckle to himself. You quite literally take up the whole bed, sprawled out like a starfish. It's mostly funny to him because of how cute you look when you're completely conked out. Your hair in your face, your shirt slightly riding up your torso from the amount of times you've tried to get comfy. "Hold on, is that my shirt?" He laughs quietly, admiring how natural you are.

Dean usually goes for the typical blonde, blue-eyed type of girl. The ones that show that they know they're sexy, that they can get any man they desire, but you - you were different. You never gave a damn about how you looked. If someone liked you, you'd make sure they get every single side of you, every single flaw and weakness. Having Dean see you completely barefaced and look like you just collapsed on your bed was the least of your worries.

Dean's gaze hovers over you for another minute or so, he catches himself smiling, noticing how comfy you are. You shuffle, which scares him a little, panicking that you're going to wake up to him watching you sleep.

"Dean?"

"Y-yeah?" He whispers, taking his hands out of his pockets.

"What are you doing in here?" You groan, wiping your hair out of your face, barely opening your eyes. "I um, heard your little radio thing and... I got curious." He says, an awkward smile appearing on his full lips. He reaches up and scratches the back of his head. You hum quietly in agreement with what he said. Whether Dean understood or not, it didn't matter. "Are you staying?" You mumble, shuffling yourself to the side to make more room. You quietly pat the side of the bed, inviting Dean to join you.

His heart skipped a beat. Sharing a bed with the only girl who genuinely liked him for him? It's almost unbelievable.

"Are you sure? I can go back to my room-"

"Dean, just get in." You say, pulling the covers open for him. His eyes lit up and the smile on his face looked as if it had been slapped on. He takes off his flannel shirt revealing his dark grey t-shirt underneath, and also taking his jeans off down to his underwear. He gently sits down on your bed, ensuring there's still enough space for you. He keeps his space, though, not wanting to give any wrong ideas. "Why were you looking at my machine?" You say, and Dean grins. "It looks weird. Why do you sleep with it?"

"It's to help me sleep."

"It's to help me sleep," He mocks, shutting his eyes. "Just sleep in silence, it's not that hard." He adds, and you huff. "So funny." You grin, slowly moving closer toward him. "It's nice though, really nice..." He trails, his eyes are fully shut, and his body is relaxing. "Come here," He says, adjusting himself so he's lying slightly above you, and you move in to lay on his chest, your leg intertwined with his. He keeps his arm rested above his head, his other hand caressing your hair. "This is nice," He mumbles, almost instantly drifting to sleep.

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stargazedwinchester · 1 month

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Womanhood | Dean

Summary: Dean helps to comfort you during your time of the month, without much experience about periods, he tries his best.

This is a little different to the actual request, I hope that’s okay! I’ve tried my best to replicate it though :) Let me know if you want Sam’s/Cas’s version too!

Based off of this request here, thanks!!

Word count: 1,134

Warnings: some swearing, not loads!

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This morning, you woke up with the most unbearable pain, cramps that felt like your appendix had ruptured. You groan in pain, hoping it would subside soon. You clutch your belly and slowly get out of bed. Your alarm clock flashes 7:39am, and you let your head fall. “I love when I have no sleep,” you mumble to yourself, letting out a huff. Looking behind you, Dean isn’t passed out, snoring so loud it would’ve probably woke you up anyway. You hold your belly and walk out toward the kitchen.

“Morning,” you grumble, and Dean turns around from the stove. His face lit up seeing you at the doorframe, your hair a mess and in one of his spare Star Wars t-shirts and your own pyjama shorts. “Someone’s looking rough.” He jokes, noticing you’re not smiling back. “Aw honey, what’s wrong?” He asks, his smile quickly fading. The smell of breakfast hovers over you, like it’s mocking your morning sickness. “I think I’m coming on my period today…” you say, and Dean turns round to face you, letting the eggs and bacon sizzle quietly on the stove. Toast pings out of the toaster at the same time. “Are you sure you’ll be okay for today’s hunt? If you’re in pain, I’m sure Sammy and I will handle it fine.” He genuinely looks concerned, as if you haven’t had plenty of periods before. It hurt like hell, sure, but you could manage just fine. Along with the fact that periods can make you super emotional and/or angry, you were certain it could come in handy when killing a couple of monsters.

“I’ll be fine Dean, honestly. I want to come with you both.” You smile, leaning over the counter top. Dean nods in agreement. “It’s always fun having you around. If you change your mind just let us know, okay?” He shoots you a quick grin before turning back to the stove, plating up your breakfast. “Where’s Sam?” You question, usually he’s already by the table reading his favourite book or getting ready to go out for his morning jog. “I think he went for a shower, I’m not sure.” Dean spins round and passes you a plate with 2 slices of toast, egg, bacon and hash browns. “Wow, this looks really good, Dean. Thank you.” You smile warmly at him, and he returns the gesture.

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Your rapid breathing causes you to hunch over and rest your hands on your thighs, you take a deep breath. “God damn…” you say, looking up at Sam, who’s right in front of you. “What a kill!” You chuckle to yourself, wiping your hair out of your face. You stand up, giving Sam a high-five. “Good job, Y/N. It’s like you don’t need our help.”

“I know, right? I’m just that go-“ “Y/N! Watch out!” Sam cocks his gun and tries to shove you out of the way, a sudden loud bang shocks you as you feel something sharp pierce your skin abruptly. You fall over, Dean rushing to your side. “I’ll cover you, Dean, make sure she’s okay!” Sam quickly checks back at you, noticing blood is pouring out of our calf.

“Fuck. Y/N, are you okay? Does it hurt?” He panics, shuffling over to apply pressure on your leg. He rummages in his pocket for a handkerchief and immediately applies it to your wound, he rushes to whip his belt off and tie it tight enough around your leg to hopefully stop the bleeding. You can practically see the fear in his eyes, and you laugh quietly.

“What’s so funny, huh? Almost dying?” His hands shake, trying to keep the pressure on your leg at all times.

“I’m not gonna die, Dean. It’s just a gunshot. Stop worrying,”

You place your hand on his, and he gazes at you with so much worry. His gorgeous hunter green eyes comfort you, even though he’s feeling the complete opposite. You pull your hand up to his face and caress his cheek, he finally shows some sign of calming down. It’s like his whole body relaxes by just your touch. “I’ve honestly felt worse.” You joke, slowly moving your body to sit up. You wince, feeling cramp in both of your abdomen and your leg. “Help me get up,” you say, and Dean pulls you up, anchoring you from underneath, your arm draped behind his back. “Let’s get you home.” He says, catching his eye on Sam, making his way back inside.

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It had been a few hours since you arrived back at the bunker, you lay across the sofa, clasping your belly as the cramps still hadn't subsided. Your leg, however, had been patched up neatly by Sam, and were given some painkillers for it. It didn't seem to work that well.

"How're you feeling?" Dean pats your foot, walking past the sofa to perch himself on the very little space left on the armrest. "I feel like I've been shot in two different areas," You try to joke, but it only makes Dean glare at you, waiting for a real answer.

"Could you get me some period pads, or tampons, please? Either work," You state, trying to sit up. "Uh, yeah, I can do that. What... size?" Dean looks puzzled, which only makes you smile. "Regular, Dean. Get the ones with wings."

Dean stands up and gathers his thoughts. "Pads with wings. Tampons with wings. Got it. I think." He places his hands on his hips and looks to the ground, then to you. He smiles lovingly. "I'll be right back." He says, before grabbing his flannel and exiting the door.

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An hour or so had gone by, and you hadn't moved from the sofa. your cramps have worsened to the point of also giving you a headache. You hear the door open, then close. Dean's back from the store, and he's got a white carrier bag full of items. "I'm back," He chuckles, "Got you a few things." He walks up to the sofa, laying the bag on the coffee table next to you. "Oh, Dean, you didn't have to..." You trail, as he takes out chocolate, a small teddy bear with a t-shirt that reads 'Get Well Soon' with a small red heart underneath it. He had also bought you the pads that you had asked for, aspirin, fresh bandages for your leg and a small bunch of red roses.

Your smile gleamed as your eyes met his. "You really didn't have to." Your voice almost a whisper, and he moves closer to you. "I know, but I wanted to." He smiles, leaning in to give you a quick kiss.

"Thank you." You say, reaching your hand up to the nape of his neck, pulling him in for one more.

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stargazedwinchester · 1 month

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hey, what do you think Sam and Dean's favorite 'child place' to go to would be?

(Child place as in aquarium, waterpark, chuck e cheese, trampoline emporium, anything geared towards kids)

hi! I personally think Sam's would be out in the countryside, probably out in the wilderness like camping, scouts (it's common here in the UK!) etc, maybe even a petting farm or something to do with animals?

for some reason, I've got Dean in my head as someone who would really enjoy theme parks, arcades and going to the movies (I guess it's self-explanatory for Dean actually) especially with Sam or he'd try and make friends while he's already there since Sam would be too scared to even try it out

#supernatural #supernatural imagines #spn #spn imagines #dean winchester #sam winchester #sam winchester imagines #dean winchester imagines #dean x reader #supernatural imagine

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stargazedwinchester · 1 month

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Oop- one more and then I’ll leave you be. I’m about to sleep so I know if I don’t send it now I’ll forget it by the time I wake up.

What about a Cas fic where reader accidentally calls out to Cas (kinda like a prayer) in their sleep because they’re having nightmares and Cas comes and provides comfort?

Maybe cuddles reader back to sleep and is there when they wake up? Idk I just feel like he would be super warm and fun to snuggle.

Anywho! That’s me done for now. I hope you have a lovely day !

ooh yes i love cas, i haven’t wrote for him in so long 😩 i’ll get round to this soon as well! feel free to send any more ideas it honestly gets me out of my writers block! i hope you enjoy your day too!

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stargazedwinchester · 1 month

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Hiya! If you’re still after ideas (I discovered your blog through that post haha)-

Im not sure what else you’ve written but this one has just popped into my head- reader discovers they’ve bled through their clothes on a last-minute emergency run/hunt and need to ask Sam and Dean to get supplies for them.

Dean fic prompt where he finds out reader likes to listen to soft lofi or nature sounds to sleep. He mocks it at first but when you both need to share the bed (for whatever reason) he realises that he actually kind of loves them

Hope you like one of these! If not no pressure! Ty Ty ❤️

hi!! i’m almost certain i’ve wrote something like the first one years back, but i’m more than happy to do another since it’s been so long, thank you for your ideas it’s actually helped so much! i will get round to doing these some point this today or this week!

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stargazedwinchester · 1 month

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Dear Reader | SW&DW

Before we start, I'd just like to include a few things;

I see Luna portrayed by Kristen Ritter, Lewis as Matthew Lillard (specifically Tim in Senseless (1998), and Reece as Jacob Elordi (see them how you want, this is just to set the scene lol)

Your car mentioned is an 80s Ford Capri in black

I've shortened the lyrics but you'll see it works out better this way :)

There will be mentions of SA and some swearing. You've been warned!

Word count: 2,649

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There’s always something about the way the atmosphere changes as soon as you know something bad is about to happen.

You thought that hunting by your lonesome was the best thing for you, you were always silent and no one could tell you what to do. You were so independent and emotionless, it made hunts far too easy. Of course, this would make you an easy target.

Reece, who had just joined your group 5 months back, lights a cigarette as soon as he steps out of the car. Nightfall had reached it’s peak and the end of his cigarette lit up a small area, quickly flicking ash onto the floor. He breathes in the toxicity, and breathes out. “I don’t know how you even manage that shit, man.” Luna scoffs, “It’s disgusting.” She looks over to you, and you keep your head down. “Listen, man,” He starts. “I need to relax before we even start this mission. It’s Y/Ns fault why we’re here in the first place.” He flicks his arm at you, darting his eyes at you. Luna furrows her eyebrows quickly before stepping back next to you, her raven hair shining against the moonlight.

Luna is one of the first people that you felt like you could be yourself with. After solving the same case at the same time, separately, you both became close, good friends. You had both similar interests in music, TV shows, even fashion. A lot of people had thought you were sisters rather than friends at first glance.

“N-no, it’s not. My mom could still be in there…” You trail off, feeling completely idiotic even mentioning that your mother had been missing. Reece snorts, flicking more ash from his cigarette before crushing it into the mud. “All you ever do is cry about your fucking mother,” Reece stands up straight after leaning against your car. You suddenly felt a hand caress your back and a figure steps up to Reece. “If this is the only chance we have of finding Y/Ns mom, then we should do it.” Lewis spoke up. His dirty blond hair covered his forehead and his brown eyes shone against the dim headlights. Lewis is the only one who would step up to Reece, despite his tough exterior, he is one of the most genuine guys you ever had the chance of meeting.

Lewis was paired with Luna, but as she was doing the same case as you, he was out of town doing his own case, too. You had only met him about a month after becoming friends with Luna, which turned a pair into a triple.

“When do you have a say? Huh?” Reece bickered, a smile curving his lips. “I’m only here for the entertainment. I’m not here for Y/N.” You grind your teeth in frustration, you could never understand why he was even with you guys in the first place, maybe it was because he was too afraid to be on his own? No one else to put up with him? Both statements may be correct. You feel the need to punch this guy in the fucking balls and it takes a lot of effort not to do so. You feel Lunas’ hand wrap around yours and she squeezes it to comfort you. “Come in with us, or don’t. But we’re going in.” Lewis says, ushering both of you to follow him. He rounds to the back of the car, opening the boot. Revealing all of the weapons and stock you have stacked in there. Lewis hands you a small handgun, and a silver axe. You refill your gun with the correct bullets and accidentally catch eye contact with Reece. Your breathing freezes as you look back down, pretending it never happened.

“Okay, are we ready to go?” Luna asks, shutting the boot of your car. “Don’t forget to lock your doors.” She says, giving you a quick smile. You shoot her one back and twist the key in the drivers side, locking your car. “Are you coming?” You ask Reece quietly, and his cold stare latches onto you. You raise your eyebrows and assume he’s coming with you, so you quickly make your way back with Lewis and Luna.

As you enter the warehouse, its eery and absolutely freezing. This place had been abandoned years ago and had recently been made a werewolf’s nest. You first heard about this from your father, whom you were hunting with to find your mother as she had left you both to find this nest herself. When you didn’t hear from her for a couple of days, you knew something had happened. The hunt with your father was messy, leaving you by yourself while your father had been mauled by werewolves. You like to think that he sacrificed himself to save you, as his destiny was coming to an end. Talking about either of your parents severely upsets you, even to this day. So even mentioning anything about your mother still missing after all this time causes so much heartache, you wouldn’t even wish it on your own worst enemy.

Faint flickers of the wall mounted candles help you somewhat see, you notice they’ve been burning for a while, indicating that someone, or something is still here. With each careful footstep, you tread lightly, scanning every inch of the room. Reece is trailing behind you, but still keeping pace. He doesn’t have a weapon drawn, just walking with his hands in his pockets. His presence makes you feel so uncomfortable, but you hide it from the rest of the group and make it seem like you simply dislike him.

Luna softly turned around, her eyes flashed with horror. “Reece!” She screams, making everyone turn around and aim their weapon. Reece turns around, rapidly moving his hands out of his pockets to protect himself. A werewolf pounces on him, wrestling him to the floor. You take a few steps back in shock, whilst Lewis shoots his gun at it.

The bloodcurdling screams coming from Reece were so unsettling you just froze, unsure how to help. What am I doing?

Oh my God, is this humane? Do something!

Your heart tells you to attack the werewolf but your head tells you to stay. Luna rushes up and stabs the werewolf in the back what seems like hundreds of times. Blood splatters everywhere and gets all in her pin-straight hair. Specs cover her face and her chest. The werewolf weakly turns around to grab her, but Lewis swings his axe and beheads the monster. You stand there, taken aback by not being able to do anything yourself. Your chin wobbles as your throat starts to close up. You stare at Reeces’ body who is still laying on the floor, covered in so much blood. “Y/N…” Lewis breathes out, “What the fuck?”

“I…I-“ You panic, your eyes skim across the room, looking for an answer. “Hey.” Luna looks up at you. “Are you okay? You seem a little-“ Your eyes once again, widened by panic, another werewolf latched onto Lunas arm, biting her which lead to the worst scream of all. “Luna!” You yell, hurdling yourself over to help save your best friend. Quickly grabbing your axe with both hands, you swing and slice the werewolf’s torso. It squeals out in pain, focusing its target on you. Luna launches up and rags it back to the floor, protecting you. She let out another scream. “Fuck!” Lewis shouts, trying everything in his power to detach the wolf fangs from Lunas arm. The wolf rags it’s head to the side, pulling Luna’s arm with it. The squelching, the sounds of bones and skin ripping makes you gag, and you throw up in the corner. Luna lets out one last weak scream before it slowly dies down. You haul yourself on top of the werewolf and slam your axe in it’s head. It’s heavy body eventually slows and falls to the side. You fall along with it. Your leg is stuck underneath the animal, so you shove it off. You glance at the body and stare at the back of its head. Oh my God. “...Mom?”

The tears burn your eyes, as you look over at Lunas dead body. Lewis is stood, wailing to himself. “Oh, fuck… Luna…” He wipes his face aggressively with his hand, pushing his messy hair out of his face. Tears are streaming down his face, you look up at him with sympathy. “Lewis, I’m so sorry…” You say, but your words are nothing to him right now. “Fuck…” He wails, falling to his knees to hold Luna’s fragile state in his arms. From what you knew, Luna and Lewis were inseparable. They spent every living second together and they loved each other with their whole hearts. Seeing one of your friends like this makes you truly empathise for him.

Lewis cocks his gun, taking safety off. “Lewis, what are you d-“ You jump back as a gunshot was fired. You open your eyes to see that Lewis had shot himself, so he could finally be with Luna in eternity. You start to bawl, what the hell happened in the last 5 minutes?

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8/18/2014

All of my friends are dead. The only time I actually hadn’t felt alone was when I was with them. The thought of having to start all over again makes me sick. Mom is dead, she was the one who killed Luna and then I had to kill her. I’m sick of this empty feeling in my heart.

I’ve sat here for God knows how long, my watch is broke and my phone has ran out of battery. I have nowhere to go.

At least I’m free from the power that Reece held over me, I never told anyone about what he put me through. The first day it happened was the 11th of June, he made me feel absolutely worthless, I wish I didn’t remember how or why, but it’s etched into my skull for the rest of my life. I whole-heartedly hate myself and God for allowing this to happen. But maybe I deserved it, for whatever I’ve done. I’ll never find peace.

My lesson learned:

If it feels like a trap, you’re already in one

Get out your map and just run

To start anew you need to burn everything, desert your past lives and if you don’t recognise yourself, that means you’ve done it right.

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Your hands shake as you try to pull yourself together. “I’ve done this countless times before,” you tell yourself, “I can do it again.” You finally find the courage to stand up, your knees almost buckling beneath you. You wipe your nose with the back of your hand, your eyes feel like they’re drying out. Exhausted and out of tears, you exit the building the same way you came in, avoiding the pile of deceased to the left of you.

Fresh air hits you in the face, wishing it could bring you back to reality. Everything that has happened in the past 24 hours feels like a nightmare, it was a nightmare. Feeling more alone than ever, you unlock your car door and sit in silence. You turn the engine over, letting the radios static take over the uncomfortable feeling that’s looming over you. You take out your journal again but not opening it, you start writing on the cover:

If this journal is found, please burn it.

You open your car window and chuck the journal out into the mud. You have written basically your whole life so far into that book, but the desire to start over is so strong right now. Your heart is telling you to go back and get the journal, and just carry on with life as you were, but your brain is acknowledging that leaving everything behind is something that’s a long time coming. You feed into your feelings of abandoning your life story and drive off of the grass and onto the main road.

A few days later

Sam and Dean arrive at what looks like an abandoned warehouse. Muddy and slippery, the wheels of the Impala catch on a small puddle and skids. Dean presses on the gas more but slowly gives up. “Well, guess this is where I’m parking.” He jokes, and Sam huffs. They both exit the vehicle and inspect the outside of the building. Dean walks up to the side of the building and looks through a smashed window. “I can’t see a thing,” He mumbles to himself, before stepping backwards. He turns around and notices what looks like a book on the floor, he bends down and picks it up.

“Hey, Sammy, get a load of this.” He starts, wiping away the residue of mud from the front of the book. Sam stands by his side, “If this journal is found, please burn it.” Sam slowly repeats the cover on the book, squinting trying to read everything correctly. The book itself had been flooded so most of the pages are already damaged, the front cover that was tan, is now a very dark brown. “Okay, well, as they wish.” Dean reaches into his jacket pocket for a lighter, rummaging around. “Got a lighter in here somewhere,” He says, and Sam reaches over quickly to stop him.

“Dean, stop. What if this persons in trouble?” He reasons with him, and Dean furrows his eyebrows. “Who gives a damn? I wanna set this thing on fire.” He chuckles, sticking his tongue out a little.

“Dean.” Sam lowers his tone, and Dean pauses. “Let’s at least put it aside and go check inside. There could be werewolves inside waiting for their next dinner, and it’ll be you next if we aren’t careful.” He says, dragging his brother along with him to the entrance of the warehouse.

As soon as they enter, they’re hit with a foul smell of rotting flesh. Dean suddenly covers his nose and Sam wretches. “Holy mother…” Dean coughs, double taking at the pile of rotting corpses in the middle of the building. “What the Hell?” He says, Sam peering over as well. They both make their way over and notice a small girl with black, pin straight hair laying lifeless underneath another body of a woman, who seemed to be the attacker. “Was this our vic?” Sam says, bending down to inspect both of the bodies. He lifts the first woman’s head and lifts her mouth up, his eyes narrowing straight to the set of fang-like teeth. He takes her hand and notices her claws, too. Sam shakes his head. “Well, she’s definitely our culprit.” He stands up, allowing his brother to take a look himself. He walks over to the other side to inspect the other bodies. Dean hisses as he examines the wounds on the girl with the dark hair. “This must’ve hurt. Not sure if she’s the person with the journal though.” He says, shaking his head lightly. “How did it get out there if these are in here?” He asks, standing back up. “I’m not sure. But I don’t want to give up hope yet.” Sam says.

“It’s a case within a case within a case.” Dean looks at Sam, obviously proud of himself.

“Shut up.” Sam smiles at his brothers stupidity. “C’mon, let’s go find the person who’s journal it is.” He says, and they both walk back to the Impala, carrying the journal with them.

Dean turns the engine over and before he sets off, he notices that there are very faint tyre marks leading toward the main road. “Those are fresh, look,” He nudges Sam and points toward the road. “This could be them,” Sam states, “Let’s go.” Dean revs his engine and unsticks himself from the puddle, and rapidly emerges onto the road, darting down to the closest town.

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