#(also like them just hitting randomly sometimes due to his subconscious seeing something and unconsciously reacting)

[familiaanteomnia]

all the reasons gabriel wears sunglasses so often: -obvious one, hangovers and comedowns -tendency towards migraines after getting his memory fucked with for years and years of his life (likely made worst any time he tried to fight against it/or remember things) -his eyes are naturally very light, bright colored (lighter eyes are more sensitive to the sun etc) -just the aesthetic of it+obviously easier to use them when needed if he has them on his head or already covering his eyes

#♥ i can’t breathe. 》 mun post #(he has the energy of if it gets worst so be it) #(plus i mean he's been beyond responsible for himself and then some since childhood) #(he's only 19 of course sometimes he will greet his problems with I know what I should do but that's not so fun) #(but also genuinely the migraines are literally worsened by dark rooms etc) #(so it isn't all recklessness when he's like well i guess the solution is to go clubbing until the bright lights and loud music fixes it) #(and he really wouldnt share the information with anybody cuz of how sucky people can be etc) #(of course solution varies and sometimes nothing works so after going through the cycles of solutions he just takes the edge off as he can) #(sometimes he just curls up listening to unhinged music super loud and cycling through self medicating) #(100% has some solution related to his power that's likely a mixture of helpful pain easing solutions that he uses to dull like 1% of pain) #(also like them just hitting randomly sometimes due to his subconscious seeing something and unconsciously reacting) #(which him in the middle curled up in a zip up hoodie smoking with music blaring and his sunglasses on) #(just chilling and light conversation pretty often he'd probably encourage lots of talking like i enjoy ur voice and passionate rambling) #(which he loves in general but is also helpful when his head is just violently hurting) #(especially if his hair is gently played with though depending on severity he might not like it so much-sometimes no contact at all is best) #long tags cw #headcanons #(he doesnt like addressing it i imagine even after it's just knowledge between the three of them especially if its memory fuckery related) #(can get really touchy about it for lots of reasons plus certainly had people who meant well make him feel worst or treat him poorly ovr it) #(and just being extra moody unable to help it which only compounds if say it's pointed out) #(people have no doubt in the past outwardly pointed out when his eyes were watery and teary due to it and in non gentle harsh ways) #(which him+things like vulnerability is also an lot) #(the ability for his problems to compound and him to just be like xD today is really fucking terrible im going to go sulk is common) #(i just want to talk about him so much and my characterization of him+what i'd give to write him at all let alone in his source material) #(im going to try another tag experiment by not tagging this with his tag until much much later even though its likely fruitless) #(aka when i do so i will probs delete these few tags lol)

[kyber-kisses]

Lullaby

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: cursing, blood, spn level gore, angst, tiny bit of fluff.

Summary: infant cries and loud screams are something that no one wants to wake up to. . . Unfortunately that’s exactly what happens to Dean.

A/n: again, I apologize for the angst. . . But please tell me what you thought! (SPN taglist is still open!)

Dean had always been a light sleeper. Growing up on the road and raised in the hunting life, his body had quickly adjusted to the fact that at any given moment he might have to get up and be moving within seconds.

It was hardwired into his system.

When he randomly stirred in the late hours of the night, he found himself subconsciously reaching out for you, calloused fingers fanning out over your side of the bed. But it was vacant, the sheets cool against the palm of his hand.

“Y/n?” He mumbled half halfheartedly into his pillow with a light groan. His hand slid across the surface again, searching for any sign that you were there.

But the elder Winchester was only met with cold sheets and silence.

It wasn’t uncommon though. He was used to you getting up a night. Sometimes it was from nightmares, sometimes hunger. . . Sometimes neither of the two. If you were up you usually left, not wanting to pry Dean out of his own unconscious bliss, be he always knew.

Dean let out another deep sigh, pressing his face further into his pillow as he rolled over, trying to chase the sleep he had just been pulled from. You would be back soon.

You were never gone for more than ten minutes.

And that’s when the blood curdling shriek ricocheted down the empty hallways, and through the slightly open door.

The sound propelling Dean into an upright position as he reached for the gun tucked under his pillow. And like a bucket of ice being dumped over him, he was fully awake in seconds, eyes wide as he practically vaulted out of the bed, rushing into the dimly lit hallway.

“Y/N!”

The sound could have only come from you. Due to the hunting life, he had unfortunately heard the sound before. Besides that, You and Dean basically has the bunker to yourselves. Sam and Eileen were out on a case and Jack and Cas were in parts unknown.

As Dean sped down the hallway, gun firmly settled between his palms, he listened for another scream, another sign that might point him in your direction, but nothing came.

The shriek had left as quickly as it had come, drowning him in a heavy silence momentarily before being replaced with loud cries.

Cassie.

And then it clicked, and the hunter almost stopped to hit his palm against his forehead, punishing himself for being so slow.

The nursery. If you weren’t in the kitchen, you could only be in the nursery with Cassie.

With a new found fear and panic nestling into the pit at the bottom of his stomach, he took off at a break neck speed, listening to the blood pumping in his ears.

You were fine. You and Cassie were just fine. You probably just tripped in the dark, or accidentally broke a glass. You both were fine. Dean told himself, ignoring the white knuckle grip his hands had on the gun. You were fine. You were fine. You were fine.

The door to the nursery was open, but as Dean skidded to a stop in the doorway, gun still raised, he paused. In the darkened room, he could still see your silhouette, back turned towards the door as you looked down into the crib, he small night light plugged into the wall casting sharp shadows across the room. From what he could see, you looked fine. You looked calm.

“Jeez Y/n,” Lowering his gun, he tucked it back into the waistband of his sweatpants, breathing a sigh of relief, “What the hell was that all about? I heard you scream.”

You were quiet for a moment, bending over to softly scoop Cassie up in your arms, humming a quiet tune as you did, and lulling the infant back to sleep.

“Y/n?” Eyebrows furrowed, Dean stepped further into the room, suddenly overwhelmed with a feeling of uneasiness. Something was off.

“She’s so little.” Your voice coming out much more plain than normal. Dean watched your held tilt, eyeing the infant in your arms. Even with your back still turned to him, He noticed how different your stance was. You stood straighter, back as flat as a board.

The words left his mouth slowly, as he eyed you cautiously, taking another hesitant step forward, “yeah, I know. I kinda played a part in making her.”

“You know that in folk lore, lullabies originated from the term Lilith-abi?” Your voice calm as you rocked the small infant in your arms, “They were sung over children's cribs to make sure I didn’t come and snatch them up in their sleep.” Your voice echoed.

And that's when Dean froze, and he swore he felt the blood in his veins turn to ice. His body tensed, eyes widening with terror as he watched your figure slowly turn and look up, infant tucked securely against your chest.

And then you blinked, eyes revealing a white blankness as you smirked.

Dean only knew of one demon with eyes that color, and she was supposed to be dead. Very, very dead.

“Lilith.”

His palms itched as he slowly moved his hand, attempting to reach behind him and grab the pistol. Not that it would do much good, and he definitely didn’t want to hurt you.

“Hiya Dean. You miss me?” She smirked again, fully rotating to get a good look at the hunter. “I sure have missed you.”

Just as his finger grazed the pearl set handle, Lilith sighed, flicking her fingers quickly and sending him into the wall, an invisible force keeping him bound there, constricting his muscles.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. You’d only be hurting Y/N you know. . . or this sweet little thing-“ she cooed, eyes casting downward towards the child in her arms.

Straining against the force, Dean panted, eyes wide with fear as he looked upon the demon possessing you, along with his child gripped in her arms.

“Lilith, let them go. Let them both go, please.”

“Oh, and why would I do that?”

If anything happened to you or Cassie he would never forgive himself. Dean Winchester has thought he had known real fear and panic before this, but he was wrong. He was terrified. The hairs rippled erect on the back of his neck and forearms as he continued to struggle, the sudden sting of tears making him hiss.

“Please, Lilith. I’m begging you, let them go.”

“Oh come on, Dean. Let’s chat a little. It’s been too long.” Lilith slowly stalked closer, eyes shifting between the small girl in her arms and the hunter pinned helplessly to the wall.

“Fine.” Dean spat, staring daggers into the demon, “how are you alive?”

“Big boss man brought me back, alive and kicking.”

“You mean Lucifer?”

A small fit of laughter bubbles up from her throat as she shook her head, clearly amused, “I wish, but no. God brought me back, isn’t that nice.”

Damn it. Of course it was Chuck. He was always pulling the rug out from beneath his family. He should have known.

“How are you possessing her? Y/N had an anti possession tattoo on her lower-“

“Ribs, I know.” The demon smirked, using a free hand to swiftly pull up your worn sleep shirt, “nothing that a little fire can’t fix.”

And sure enough, the skin that once bore your tattoo was now a blistering patch of skin that slightly cling to the fabric as she peeled it back.

“Why do you think she screamed so loudly?”

Dean struggled against his restraints once more, the anger and fear continuing to rise as he did, “I’m gonna kill you. I swear, I’m gonna kill you. No one hurts my family and lives.” He warned, mind trying to figure out a plan of action.

But he was so filled with the dread of history replaying itself that he couldn’t think straight. There was a demon standing in the nursery and both the mother and child were in severe danger.

“Don’t go making threats now, Dean. You’re the one pinned helplessly to the wall while I have your family.” Lilith mused, bringing her eyes back down to Cassie, “just one wrong move, and their blood will be painting the walls of this nursery.”

Think, Dean. Just keep Lilith distracted so you can come up with a proper plan. Think, damn it!

“How did you even get into the bunker? This warding is extremely strong and advanced.”

Lilith cocked her head, looking back up at the man, “I’m the first demon, Dean. I’m stronger than the rest. Did you really think your fancy doodles were going to keep me out?”

Despite how hard he was trying to fight it, Dean couldn’t help but picture all the worse case scenarios, his eye squeezing shut in hopes of blocking them all out.

“Let them go. Let them both go, please.” And just like that he was back to begging. He was desperate to keep the both of you safe.

Lilith let out another exaggerated sigh, head rolling as she looked back at Cassie, “you get more and more annoying you know that? Now, tell me, what’s this little ones name?”

The muscles in Deans jaw pulsed. The last thing he wanted to do was listen to the demon, but he also knew how fast things could turn if he didn’t.

“Cassie. Her name is Cassie.” He sighed, head falling back with a harsh thud against the wall.

“Named after that angel friend of your no doubt,” Lilith mocked, sending him another devilish grin, “She has your eyes, you know. Bright forest green. I could easily tell she was yours from the moment I saw her.”

“Why do you even care?”

“Oh, well I was thinking of taking her. Quietly snatching her up, along with your wife, and slipping off into the night.”

“Don’t you dare-“

Another flick of her finger and Dean fell silent, unable to get another word out of his mouth. It was almost like a piece of cloth had been shoved into his mouth.

“Do shut up.” Lilith spoke plainly, walking slowly past Dean and towards the door of the nursery, ignoring the struggle the hunter was having with her invisible binds, “Now, it’s going to be so much fun watching you panic as you try and find us. I quite like using your wife as a meat suit.” She looked over her shoulder, shot him one more smirk, and was gone as quick as she had come.

And just like that, the binds were gone, sending the older Winchester crashing to the floor as he sucked in oxygen, hands planted firmly on the cement.

No, no, no. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening. Tears were already wetting his lashes and cheeks as he panted, trying to figure out the first course of action.

But before he could even do anything he found himself quickly breaking down, fingers curling into fists as he squeezed his eyes shut, praying to Cas. To Jack. To anyone that might help him.

And then all of a sudden, he shot straight up, breath heaving as his eyes took in his surroundings.

He was back in bed, and coated in a thin layer of sweat, chest rising and falling rapidly to match his racing heart.

It was just a nightmare. It want real. None of it had been real.

With a shaky hand, he wiped his forehead, “Y/n.” His name breathlessly leaving his mouth as he panted, his other hand sliding across the bed to find you, to make sure you were really there.

Nothing. Your side of the bed was empty once again.

“No,no,no-“ Dean breathed out, whipping around and flicking the lamp on next to the bed. Sure enough, your side was empty. The sheets thrown back and crumpled besides him.

And just like before, he was rocketing out of bed and across the room, digging through the clutter on the desk before finding what he needed. Bottle of holy water. Demon cuffs.

Running in socks was a much harder task that predicted and eventually Dean had to skid to a stop halfway to down the hall, rapidly ripping off the small articles of clothing and discarding them on the floor before confusing forward with a massive burst of energy. He had to get you. He had to get to Cassie.

The door to the nursery was once again open, and before Dean could register his own movements he was running into the room.

“Y/N!”

Your name quickly had you spinning on your heels, looking up from the small bundle in the crib before you. Your hand flew to your chest as you jumped, eyes landing on the jade eyed hunter.

“God, Dean. I just got her to go back to sleep, no need to-“

You never got to finish you sentence before a good portion of water hit your face, freezing you instantly. Sputtering, you slowly blinked the water out of your lashes, clearly caught off guard by your husbands attack.

Spitting a small portion of it out of your mouth, you half hazardly wiped your face againt your sleeve, knowing full well it could have only been holy water, “what the hell, De-“

It was almost as if he didn’t want you to talk, becaus he let out a relived sigh before quickly pulling you into his chest, “Thank god, I thought you were a demon.”

“You thought your wife was a demon?” You mused, pulling back, eyebrow raised in defense, “Okay, I’ll pretend like I wasn’t offended by that.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I just had a nightmare.” Dean quickly mumbled, pressing a firm kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering much longer than needed. Before he could fully pull away, you squeezed him tighter, making sure he knew that you were really there. This wasn’t the first time he had woken up from bad nightmares. Being a hunter, they practically came with the package.

“Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?”

“Nah, not right now at least.” Dean shook his head, leaning over the crib so he could gently pick up Cassie, cradling her in his arms. He needed to hold her, make sure that she was alive. That she was safe.

“Okay, well I was just about to head back to bed, you coming?”

“I’ll be in in a little. I’m gonna stay here for a bit with Cassie. You go on ahead.” A soft smile took up his features as he placed another kiss to the infants head.

Everything was alright. And Dean was going to make sure it stayed that way.

The End.

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