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castiwls · 17 days

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labyrinth - s.w

Paring; sam x reader

Prompt; 'oh no, i'm falling in love. Oh no, I"m falling in love again'

Requested; @beanysofa

Notes; this song is so cute i love it sm! requests are open!

Masterlist | Taylor Swift masterlist

Oh no i’m falling in love

Falling in love after Jessica had seemed impossible. Just the thought left a queasy feeling in his stomach and an overwhelming sense of guilt. Falling in love would be betraying her, betraying the life they could have had.

He’d never admit it but the thought of love scared him. Everyone he’d ever loved seemed to die or leave and every time it seemed like it was his fault. Sam had pretty much resigned himself to the fact that finding love was something he was simply immune to. While he craved the affection and security that came along with love he knew his love only put people in danger.

And he refused to let anyone else be put in danger due to him. But the world seemed to tilt on its axis when you first appeared in his life. The walls that he’d built over time came crumbling down more and more every day.

The first time he’d realised what was happening was a week after you’d first appeared in his life. Sam had found himself yet again immersed in research when he’d been broken from his concentration by a plate being placed in front of him.

He stared at the plate for a moment before turning his head. You smiled shrugging slightly, “You’ve been at it for hours. You need to eat.” You gestured to the plate before glancing at his laptop. He felt his breath catch slightly as you placed a hand on his shoulder, leaning down to get a better look at the screen.

Clearing his throat he looked back to the plate before him. “You made me a sandwich?” Sam smiled slightly feeling you lean back, your hand still on his shoulder. “Well, I didn’t think you’d appreciate a burger.” You laughed lightly.

Sam let out a small laugh of his own, nodding his head slightly. You’d already noticed his eating habits enough to know what he did and didn’t eat. Did you really pay that much attention to him? The thought left a warm feeling in his stomach. You cared. “Well,” you gave his shoulder a slight squeeze. “I’ll let you continue. But promise me you won't sit here all night? It’s not as productive as you think.” You teased.

“I promise you I won't sit here all night.” Sam turned back to face you. You nodded before turning to leave. He frowned slightly at the loss of your touch, feeling the space where your hand had been slowly cool as you disappeared around the corner.

Taking a breath he turned back to his laptop. He started at the sandwich again, feeling a smile pull at his lips. The thought of you paying attention to him enough to realise things such as what he ate and his less-than-healthy sleeping habits left him feeling slightly giddy inside. A feeling he hadn't felt since…since Jess.

As he sat the realisation of what these feelings meant slowly dawned on him. He was doing the one thing he’d promised himself he’d never do again.

He was falling in love.

Oh no, I'm falling in love again

Over the last few weeks, Sam had come to the realisation that he was in fact falling in love, and he was falling fast. He’d learned from a young age that he was someone who seemed to love too hard. Someone who fell hard and fast and then had to deal with whatever the fallout was after.

But you were someone that he couldn’t help but fall for. He knew it was a bad idea. Falling in love always seemed to be yet his head and his heart seemed reluctant to agree.

Sam stiffened slightly as you fell onto the couch beside him. Your leg pressed against his as your head fell back against the couch. “Tired?” He smiled tilting his head down to look at you. You let out a breath sending him a slight smile. “You have no idea.”

You stared at the ceiling for a moment and he couldn’t help but slowly trace your features with his eyes. He barely noticed the smile that grew on his lips as he watched you blink at the ceiling.

Just being close to you was enough to raise his mood and make his day better. Suddenly your eyes moved to his and he felt his breath catch. A slight blush crept on his cheeks as he realised he’d been caught staring.

Much to his surprise you said nothing, you didn’t even tease him you just simply held his gaze. After a moment you let out a quiet sigh, your head dropping to his shoulder. You both stayed quiet, as his gaze stayed on you.

Slowly his body began to relax more into the couch. Cautiously his hand slowed moved until it brushed against yours. He’d noticed the way your breath had slowly begun to grow slower as you’d sat and was slightly surprised when your hand wrapped around his.

His eyes moved down to where your hands were joined and his blush seemed to grow even more. Laying his head against yours he felt his own eyes begin to droop.

He knew he was done for. You’d waltzed right into his life and seemingly claimed his heart against his will and there was nothing he could do. The realisation had hit him like a truck that he was falling in love again. But maybe he was okay with that, maybe he was okay with falling in love as long as it was with you.

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novafics · 10 months

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l Trust me l

Dean Winchester x Reader [Y/N]

Warnings: talks of potential injury, talks of mistrust, killing.

Summary: Both Dean and [Y/N] were the most hard headed people, today [Y/N] is determined to prove to Dean just how capable she is.

Word Count: 1.1K

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Currently both Winchester boys and [Y/N] were sitting in a dingy motel room practically pulling at straws at who the witch they were hunting could be. Both [Y/N] and Dean were split on who it could be with Sam playing the middleman. Both [Y/N] and Dean could be stubborn with their own ideas on cases but always ended up compromising, today though was another story. Dean was dead set on the witch being the long, white haired, angry store owner whom they interviewed earlier on in the day, she technically was the perfect candidate. She had both the look and the attitude of the Witch they were hunting along with her working in an old antique store to Dean this looked like an easy hunt, however [Y/N] had her eyes set on another target, it was a bit out there but there was a feeling that she couldn’t shake.

To [Y/N] the witch was the 30 year old male janitor at the police station, to her she couldn’t shake the fact that every kill that had happened took place a few hours after every police interview to which the janitor was in ear shot every time was too much to ignore. But to Dean [Y/N] was acting too paranoid and was refusing to entertain the possibility that it could be possible. Dean loved [Y/N] more than he could put into words however he often let his hardheadedness get too far.

“Why will you not even entertain the fact that it could be him, do you not trust my judgement?” [Y/N] snapped, they have never argued this much, not in the 5 years that the two have been together. “In this moment no [Y/N] i don’t, why can’t you just let this be an easy hunt for once?” he snapped back. In that moment [Y/N] decided that she would just prove dean wrong and do it herself. A decision that could either prove to Dean just how capable she is, or a mistake that could cost her.

“Fine Dean I will just have to prove you wrong then” and with that said [Y/N] stormed out of the motel, slamming the door behind her, leaving Sam and Dean inside.

“C’mon Dean could you not even entertain the idea that the witch is not who you think it is?” Sam asked, feeling guilty that [Y/N] had gone off on her own, worried that because of Dean’s stubbornness she could get into a very bad situation or potentially injured. “Really Sam you too?” At this point with [Y/N] being out there alone the possibility that he could be wrong and he just let his girlfriend go to kill the witch alone has made his blood start to run cold and his mind clear the possibility that he could be wrong.

Dean started to look at all the facts more clearly now, yes the woman at the antique store fit the witch’s profile in both her looks and attitude but the more he started to think about it the more the janitor was starting to look like the witch. All the people killed were customers at the antique store however through further investigation on Sam’s part they were all connected to people who worked at the Police station. With this new fact coming to light both Sam and Dean sprung into action racing into the Impala and hoping to god that they got there in time before [Y/N] could potentially be in danger.

As [Y/N] left the motel she had only one thing on her mind and that was to prove Dean wrong. No matter how hard headed he could be [Y/N] would always love him but she just wanted him to acknowledge that she was just as much as a capable hunter as he is.

As [Y/N] approached the police station she took extra care to make sure she didn’t let the witch know she was there, the last thing she wanted was to tip the witch off and get herself captured, or worse killed. The only weapon she had on hand was her knife, not much but enough if she could catch him off guard. As she rounded the corner into the main area of the precinct she spotted the witch in one of the conference rooms on the right. For a moment she let doubt run through her with the knife gripped in her hand as she slowly stalked towards the room. ‘What if i'm wrong?, what if Dean was right and i'm about to kill an innocent person?’ she wondered, the thing [Y/N] feared most in being a hunter is getting things wrong and innocent people getting hurt. She was seriously doubting herself as she got closer, however all of this disappeared as soon as she spotted the janitor mixing ingredients to make a spell with the wife of one of the police officers being tied up, bloody in front of him. He was the witch. She was right.

That’s all the confirmation she needed as she stalked closer, she couldn’t let him know that she was there, she only had one chance at this and she couldn’t fail. As she slowly approached behind him, knife helped up ready to strike she made eye contact with the woman tied up, the fear in her eyes gave [Y/N] all the permission she needed in this moment as she brought the knife down stabbing into the unsuspecting witch, killing him and dropping him onto the floor. [Y/N] then made a move to start untying the woman in front of her who was sobbing uncontrollably while thanking [Y/N] for saving her.

Moments later both Sam and Dead busted through the door guns and knives held high ready to fight. Upon seeing the dead witch on the floor and [Y/N] and the woman she saved in front of them Dean sprung forward engulfing [Y/N] in his arms apologising profusely. “I am so sorry sweetheart, I should never have doubted you, I regretted it all the moment you left the motel” [Y/N] has never heard Dean sound so sorry in the whole time she had known him, only then realising just how worried he had been. “I will never doubt you again, I mean look at all this, Killing a witch and saving a hostage, iv never been so sorry and so proud of you” hearing this brought tears to her eyes, this whole time all she wanted was to prove to Dean just how capable she was, and now he knew and he would never doubt her again.

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gingernut1314 · 2 years

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Dating Crowley would include...pt.2

Crowley x F!Reader

Summary: What would dating the fearsome King of Hell be like?

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 437

↞ to supernatural masterlist ~ Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

Crowley doesn’t have many rules in your relationship, and neither do you

But the rule you enforce the most is the both of you sitting down to eat dinner

You know Crowley doesn’t need to eat, but you do and you want the company

If Crowley ever skips a meal, you become a little too passive aggressive

And god help him if he skips without telling you

But Crowley always makes it up to you by buying you something cute, like jewelry or a bouquet of your favorite flowers

And for that night’s dinner, he brings you to the most lavish restaurants in all the most romantic cities around the world

Crowley’s favorite color is red and you always manage to find ways to wear it

Whether it be a pair of earrings or a whole outfit

He especially loves it when you wear that silky red nightgown of yours

If you’re afraid of the dark, you wouldn’t let Crowley know verbally

Because it’s kinda ironic that you’re scared of the dark and dating the King of Hell

But after serval nights of you tossing and turning, being as stiff as a board, and holding onto him for dear life, he knew of your fear

You went into your room one day and found a little night light in the shape of a pitchfork plugged in next to your side of the bed

You made sure to thank him properly all night long

Crowley doesn’t like getting you involved in his work

Though he doesn’t ever tell you, he couldn’t bare the idea of losing you

Your his Queen after all!

And what’s a King without his Queen?

So he keeps you away from most of the monsters, hunters, demons, and angels he works with

That is, if he can stop you first

You just love to be around him, he makes you feel safer than you ever have

He makes you feel happy

You’ve visited hell a few times since the beginning of your relationship with him

You don’t necessarily like it, it being hell after all, but you show your genuine interest in all the improvements Crowley has made since becoming King

You sitting on Crowley’s lap while he sits on his throne is a regular occurrence

Crowley loves this, mostly because it boats his ego

Because not only is he the King of Hell, but he has managed to gain you as his Queen, a woman who is too beautiful for words

And my god Crowley loves getting his ego boasted

Especially by you

You tell him daily how powerful, handsome, strong, and witty he is

How the whole world should bow to him

You’d think his head would fall off with how big it was after all the praising you give him on the daily

This guy would have a huge praising kink and you can’t tell me I’m wrong

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jassackles · 2 years

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Highschool sweethearts

A/N: this was originally written for a friend, but enjoy still! Warnings: smut

Word count: 3k

You knew the Winchesters since ever you were little. Your mom and Mary were really good friends and she liked you a lot, you were like a daughter she never had. Dean was never really your type you always thought of him as a brother, nothing more. But Sam? Oh boy, you always had a thing for him. His short and soft curls, you always wanted to drive your fingers through his hair. In your point of view he was the most beautiful boy in school…or you have ever seen.

“Earth to Y/N.” Dean said as he waved a hand in front of your face. “Oh, sorry. What were you talking about?” you asked him. “I was talking about that I don’t know how to ask Jass out.” You looked at Dean and thought about it. You never had a problem with jass, but you also hadn’t had to do that much with each other. She was in your classes, but that was everything. She was always friendly towards you, so you really thought about it how he could ask her out. But first you wanted to mess with him as he always do.

“Look Deano-“ Dean rolled his eyes at you and you suppressed a laugh, clearing your throat. “I don’t think she likes you.” but you did know she likes him, she always talked about him with her friends in class. You saw how everything fell out of Dean’s face and you swore you saw him went pale.

“Really?” he said and plopped down next to you on the sofa and let his head down. You felt sorry. “I was just kidding Dean.” and he shot you a glare. “Indeed she likes you, I guess.” you added quickly. And you saw his face lit up, you were happy for him.

“Hey.” Sam said as he joined you guys in the living room. You always got nervous in front of him and when he gave you one of his sweet smiles or when he never lost eye contact with you, you blushed, deeply.

“Hey.” You said trying to sound normal. He gave you one of his sweet smiles and you thought your knees would go weak. He looked away from you after Dean cleared his throat and elbowed him, shooting him a glare. Sam looked at Dean, “Dean just wanted to tell you that I’m going out.” Dean narrowed his eyes at his little brother, “With who?” “Uhm...-“ Sam scratched the back of his neck and cleared his throat. “Just a girl.” he said and you felt your head ache and felt jealous although you had no reason.

“Have fun.” Dean said with a smirk and you smiled weakly at Sam, who frowned. Sam left and Dean studied your expression. You looked at your hands and fiddled with them. “You like him.” Dean said and you looked up at him, seeing him with a frown. “Wh-what?” you asked.

“You like my little little brother.” you laughed. “Of course I like him, he’s your brother and you’re my best friend, duh.” You tried to change the subject, but Dean knew you too well. “Stop acting silly, you know how I meant that. You really like him.” you looked away from him.

“Y/N, I’ve know you practically my whole life. I know you, better than anyone. To be honest I knew it for a long time, but wasn’t sure about it.” he said and you looked back at him. “And it would be so cool if you two would be a couple.” You gave him a weak smile. “Thank you, I guess. But he’s out, having a date.” You shrugged and looked at your lap.

“Nah, I know my brother, he was lying.” you felt so relieved, but then you thought about it. “What makes you think that way?” you asked. “Sam always scratches his neck when he lies and he blushes at the same time, so he was lying. Don’t worry.” He reassured you and patted your thigh softly.

He got up and went into the kitchen, you followed him. “You wanna drink something?” Dean asked you. “Yeah, water would be great.” You said. “So about Jass-“ you started. “-Why don’t you just ask her?” Dean eyes widen when realisation hit him and you know he had an idea. “It’s spring ball, next week.” “Right and you could ask her.” you smirked at him. “Do you think she will really say ‘yes’?” You looked at him and cocked an eyebrow. “Dean, I promise she will.”

~*~

You were in class and copying things from the white board for your next exam as Sam knocked at the door and came in, whispering something into your teacher’s ear. You saw Sam with a bunch of flowers and went back to work. What you didn’t expect was that he stopped in front of you and tapped your shoulder.

You looked up at him and dropped your pen. “Y-Y/N“ stuttered out because everyone was looking at him. “I-I just w-wanted to ask you if you’d like to go to go to the ball uhm-“ he swallows hard “with me?” he asked and your eyes widened in shock, you didn’t expect him to ask you out. He held it the bunch of flowers and you gladly took them from him as you stood up. “Sam, I-I-“ his face dropped when you didn’t give him an answer right away “-I’d love to.” you said with a blush and he kissed your cheek before he left.

You looked around and everyone was looking at you with a smile. You saw Jass, giving you a thumb’s up and you smiled at her. Dean still didn’t ask her and you didn’t understand. The funny thing was just 20 minutes later Dean entered your class, whispering to the teacher. He looked at you and you gave him a thumb’s up and he took a deep breath.

He asked her too they hugged and everyone let out an ‘awww’. You felt so happy, for both of them. But you were more happy that Sam really asked you.

~*~

It was spring ball and you were nervous you were standing in front of your mirror, chewing your bottom lip nervously. You looked beautiful, you were wearing your favourite dress. You checked your makeup and smoothed your dress, just then your doorbell ringed.

You made your way downstairs and opened your door, your mom smiled at you as you walked to the door. “Hey.” he breathed out as he admired you. “You-you look so-so beautiful.” Sam said and you blushed. You admired him too, he was wearing his tux and a matching tie to your dress. He looked so good, more breathing-taking.

“You look good yourself.” You said shyly and you saw him blush. You grabbed your heels and put them on. You linked arms with him and walked to the limousine waiting outside where everyone was sitting in you knew. Dean with jass, you and Sam and some others.

-time skip-

Sam intertwined his fingers with yours as you two entered the big gym hall. You looked up at him and saw him smiling down at you. You ate something and drank a bit, but not too much. You and Sam went to the dance floor and a slow song started. He pulled you close to him, you rested your hands on his shoulder as you rested your head on his chest. You two swayed to the music in a slow pace.

“Y/N?” Sam whispered a few minutes later. You hummed and looked up at him. You saw him blushing, “I think, I’m-I’m in love with you.“ he whispered and smiled nervously at you. You lifted your head from his chest and looked him in the eyes. “I’m in love with you too.” you whispered shyly. He gave you a loving and bright smile, “I’m so happy you are.” he said as he cupped your cheek.

“C-can I kiss you?” he whispered and you nodded. He pressed his lips softly to yours and your eyes fluttered shut and he kissed you so lovingly and tenderly. It was the best feeling you ever felt.

~*~

8 months have passed, you and Sam were happier than ever. He adored you so much and you adored him. You two walked hand in hand through the hallways in your school. You stopped at your locker and he let go of your hand. You opened your locker, “Y/N?” you looked at him with a smile. He scratched the back of his neck and looked at you, “Spit it.” you said.

“What do you think about coming over today? It’s Friday and my parents are with my uncle bobby and Dean is with Jass.” he smiled nervously. You knew what this was about, it was about having sex for the first time.

You and Sam talked about that many times and he also told you there’s no rush and you should take your time, but you were more than ready. Already after 6 months, of course you already explored each other’s body, but never had sex. You just weren’t THAT ready.

“Sure.” you said with a smile and took your books out.

Classes passed quickly and you were standing in your room, packing the things you needed for a sleepover. You grabbed a class of water and swallowed your birth control pill your mom wanted you to take since you’re with Sam. Maybe she was right about that.

You grabbed your bag and walked downstairs slipping into your sneakers. You walked 5 minutes to the Winchester’s house and knocked at the door. Sam opened the door with a smile, he gave you a peck on the lips and closed the door after you stepped in.

You two immediately walked into his room and grabbed your bag from you and put it on his desk. He already started the show you were watching together. You lied down next to each other, he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close. You rested your head on his chest and your legs were tangled with his. His finger draw circles on your back and you loved it when he did that.

The couple on the screen started kissing and you wanted that too, you lifted your head and captured your lips with his. Your lips moving against each other’s and he place a hand on your neck, pulling you closer to him. You tended your head and deepened the kiss as you straddled his lap.

His hands rubbed your thighs up and down until he squeezed your ass. Your hands drove under his shirt and you took it off, admiring his abs, you loved so much. He took the opportunity and took off your hoodie as well, more like his hoodie.

He pulled you down for another kiss and he slipped his tongue into your mouth and both of your tongues fought with each other. He obviously won and took dominance, he reached behind your back and unclasped your bra.

He tossed it on his desk and cupped your boobs, pinching your nipples like he knew you liked it. You moaned softly into his mouth and ground your hips onto his and groaned into your mouth as well. You got off of him and shoved his sweats including his boxers down, revealing his semi-hard cock.

You tossed his pants away and licked your lips at the sight. You took him into your hand and began to stroke him and he let out a soft sigh and his head fell back on the pillow. Your mouth hovered over his cock and he looked at you with pleading eyes before you took him into your mouth.

You swirled your tongue around his tip and bobbed your head up and down, like he loved it. His hand tangled through your hair, encouraging you to take him deeper and you did. You deep throat him and he bucked his hips up into your mouth, you moaned around his dick.

He groaned and tugged on your hair tightly, “I’m-I’m gonna-“ he couldn’t finish his sentence before his groaning of your name interrupted him and he came down your throat. You swallowed his cum gladly and licked his shaft clean, letting go of it with a plop.

He came down from his high and looked at you with a hazy smile. He brought you in for a loving kiss and pulled away before he said, “It’s your turn now.” and you bit your bottom lips as you saw him kissing down your body until he reached your sweats.

He took them down with your panties and kissed your folds which made you immediately squirming under his touch. He kissed your clit and began to suck onto it as he added his finger to your dripping hole. He curled them, just like you liked him to do that, he pumped them in and out of you. You moaned loudly and bucked your hips up, but he held your hips in place.

It didn’t took you long until you were a moaning mess, you clenched around his fingers and gripped his hair tightly. You came hard, moaning his name so loudly, this was probably one of the best orgasms he has ever given you.

You breathed heavily and let go of his hair and let your hand fall to your side. You came down from your high and smiled lazily a him, the tv show already forgotten.

He plopped down next to you, unsure what to do next. And you hesitantly took the next step, you straddled him and he looked you into the eyes. “Are you sure? Like really sure?” he asked you and you nodded, you were more than sure.

He lifted your hips and took his cock into his hands. He lined up with your entrance and you winced slightly as he slowly made you sunk down slowly. You weren’t moving for a few minutes until you were completely adjusted to him.

He changed positions carefully and made you lie on your back and you winced slightly as he moved you. He looked at you and gave you a loving and sweet kiss. He pulled away and looked at you, asking for your permission, you nodded. He began to move slowly and the pain faded away, when you were sure, you bucked your hips. He understood and went went faster. You moaned in pleasure and he did the same. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his jaw.

As you wrapped your legs around his torso you moaned loudly as he hit spots you didn’t know existed. He knew he found your g-spot and he attempted to hit that spot every time he thrusted into you. You moaned his name loudly and dug your nails into his back, tugging onto his hair as well. He groaned and thrusted harder, you clenched around him.

He groaned into your ear as you clenched and he speeded up his pace. You clenched so hard around his cock as you could and moaned his name loudly. He groaned as he felt you cum all over his cock. You breathed heavily and moaned softly as he released himself inside you, both of you panting. You came down from your high and you thought the first orgasm was good but this one? This one was the best one for real.

Sam pulled out of you and plopped down next to you, smiling lovingly at you. “I love you, Y/N.” he whispered against your lips with a smile. “I love you too, Sam.” he smiled and gave you a sweet peck on your lips.

He pulled you close and you were so tired that you fell asleep and he smiled down at you, dozing of as well.

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narcissisticmf · 3 years

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"It's so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone."

– John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent

1998 | dean winchester x fem!reader

description: it's the year 1998, y/n y/l/n is nineteen years old. she's known the winchester family her entire life. growing up a hunter was difficult enough, but when she loses her father to the yellow eyed demon, she resorts to finding the winchesters for help.

trigger warnings: blood, gore, graphic violence, trauma, mentions of depression, etc. read at your own risk.

word count: 4.5k

December 27, 1998

Lawrence, Kansas

Holding the pen between your index and thumb, you scribbled within the lines of the opened journal of which rested against the kitchen table. Your deep eyes gazed upon the words of which you wrote, nearly unable to make sense of your writing due to how sloppy it was. Your gaze transfixed upon the opened book beside your journal; an old book of Greek lore. There'd been a trail of missing persons – in a town a few hours north of Lawrence – that all fit the same background; no father, single and a virgin. You'd been on a case with your father, but he made you focus on the research rather than physically hunting.

Pehaps he didn't want you to get hurt, but you had an undeniable amount of adrenaline at times while working on these cases. All you desired was to get off your chair and fight alongside with your father. He wouldn't have it that way and you knew better than to argue with him about it.

"Something feeds off their purity," You muttered gently, tracing your bottom lip with the opposite end of the pen. Your eyes squinted gently as you examined the book. You took your fingers and traced over the slightly crumpled texture of the paper. Turning the page, your eyes gazed upon an image of a scaly looking creature. Its mouth was opened wide as firey breaths were directed towards a young person stood before it with nothing but a shield and a sword.

You dropped the pen and scrambled out of your seat, scurrying towards the phone against the wall. You took it and quickly dialed the number of the motel your father was staying at, while on the case. Placing the phone against your ear, you waited as it began to ring. Your hands shook softly at what you had just discovered. Not even the oldest hunters would have suspected such a thing.

"Yeah?" Answered a deep, gravely tone.

"Dad, it's a dragon," You released in a single breath.

"What?" He ran his palm down his face, in disbelief at your discovery.

"It's a dragon that's behind the kidnapping. They feed off purity, Dad. It says so right in the book," You allowed the phone to rest between your ear and shoulder as you reached over to grab the book. The curly wire against the wall phone made this a bit difficult.

"Enough, Y/N!" He snapped through the phone. "Every hunter knows that dragons don't exist."

"But, Dad–" You were cut off.

"No, Y/N. Find something else, it's not a dragon," His voice darkened.

You released a gentle sigh, "Yes, sir."

Removing the phone from your ear, you placed it back against the wall. Your plump lips glossed from the dim lights of your small home. You were a prisoner inside the walls of a place you should've called safe. All you did was the research. You sat in the same chair day after day doing more and more research.

You tossed the book of Greek lore back onto the table. A subtle bang flooded the first floor of the house. You frustratedly took your hands to your face, rubbing your tired eyes slowly. You needed rest, you craved it. It would be no longer than twenty minutes, you tried to reassure yourself as you trudged your way to the living room. You slowly pressed your bum against the couch and leaned your head back against the arm of it, while your legs laid out before you, taking up all the cushions.

Slowly, your eyes fluttered closed.

Despite the dark sight you had on the inside of your eyelids, a figure before you was shaped and engraved into your view. A darker figure of someone staring over you, as if they were watching you sleep. You stirred uncomfortably, in deep desire to sleep peacefully. It was useless, for you couldn't drift with the feeling of someone watching you.

Fluttering your eyes opened, you gazed up at the ceiling watching as a dark figure was sprawled out against the stippled material of the ceiling clung to a body. Your eyes squinted as you noticed the dark figure had a thin line of blood along its chest. The red matter slipped from the cut and fell upon your forehead. You flinched softly and sat up, taking your finger and swiping the blood off. You brought your hand back down and examined the plasma upon your finger.

As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you looked up once more and the site of your father upon the ceiling filled your view. Your glossy lips parted as you stared up at him, stuck to the ceiling as though he were a starfish against a rock.

Before you could process anything else, your teary eyes found the body against the ceiling spread into flames. The entire living room lit up with fire and smoke. You pushed yourself off the couch and rushed to the kitchen table, grabbing the Greek lore book and your journal.

The flames surrounded you, as though it trapped you inside, not desire to let you leave. You coughed harshly and found your tears fallen from your eyes rapidly, staining your cheeks. The burning wood of the furniture was lifted by the smoke, implanting the ashes against your cheeks. You took your arm and covered your mouth and nose as best as you could.

Your body was growing weak as you clung the journal and book to your chest. You ran quickly and found a route to the front door. Taking all the strength you had left in your limbs, you rushed to the door and swung it open, jumping off the porch and to the front lawn. You tripped while getting up and ran to the curb, noticing fire trucks were down the street. You thanked your lucky stars you had caring neighbors.

Taking your arm down, you watched as the fire trucks headed in your direction. You hugged your journal and book tightly as the men rushed out of the vehicles with the hoses attached to the back of it. Your cheeks were stained with ash and hot tears. Your eyes were glazed with a glossy veneer as more tears trickled down your face.

"I'm sorry, Dad.." You released a soft whisper, feeling your legs weaken as you sat against the curb, hugging your books as they gave you some form of comfort.

Blue lights flashed out of the corners of your eyes, to your left. You slowly picked your head up and watched as police cars were headed for your, once put-together, home. The flames had died down as the firefighters continued to spray the house with the hose.

You watched as policemen exited their vehicles to step forth to the scene. Releasing a gentle sigh, you flickered your eyes up and watched two men walk towards you.

"What's your name, miss?" Questioned one of the officers as you stood before them, still hugging your books to your chest.

Your bloodshot teary eyes looked up at them, "Y/N.. Y/L/N."

"Miss. Y/L/N, how old are you?" He followed up.

"Nineteen," You whispered.

"Who else lived in this house with you?"

"My dad."

The questioning seemed as though it took forever, you couldn't help but revisit the last thing you and your father spoke about before he was found against your ceiling, up in flames. You chewed against your plump bottom lip as more hot tears slipped from your eyes and fell down along your cheeks.

"Miss?" The officer placed a hand against your shoulder, pulling you from your thoughts.

"Yes?" You parted your glossy lips.

"Do you have somewhere to stay tonight?"

You took a moment and found your deep colored eyes transfixed upon your feet. You were in nothing but a sweatshirt, leggings and some busted up sneakers. You thought over about where you could possibly go. After debating about it within your head, you glanced up at the officer and nodded slowly.

Four Hours Later

Lincoln, Nebraska

Before exiting the taxi, you slipped the driver a crumpled hundred dollar bill. He took it and gave you a soft nod with a thin smile. You slipped out of the car and slung your bag over your shoulder. A few pairs of clothes that didn't get ruined were shoved into it along with a new toothbrush and some deodorant, your journal and Greek lore book as well.

The tires of the taxi squeaked as the driver sped off, leaving you in the parking lot of a motel. You looked around, in an attempt to figure out which motel they'd be in. A clean looking 1967 Chevy Impala was parked outside room ninety-three. You took your weakened legs and walked towards the room. As you stood before the door, you knocked gently. Your knuckles shook as you prayed that it was the right room.

A subtle creak was heard as the door slowly opened. You stared at a brunette boy with soft round cheeks. He was eye-level with you, maybe an inch or two taller. "Hey, Sammy," Your lips curved into a soft smile as more tears slipped from your eyes.

"Y/N? What are you doing here? Are you okay?" He questioned slowly, noticing your troubled state.

As you were about to speak, your deep colored eyes shifted up to glance behind Sam. Met with the familiar evergreen eyes, you almost lost your balance, but gripped onto the doorframe before you'd be able to trip.

Your vision faded into pitch black as your fingers slipped from their grip upon the doorframe.

A cold compress was felt against your forehead, causing you to softly shift against the mattress of which your body was implanted upon. You slowly peeled your eyes opened and gazed up to find the same evergreen eyes you saw before.

"Hey, sweetheart.." His voice was soft as he gently pressed a cold cloth to your forehead. Your eyes bounced around the room and soon found their way back to him.

"Dean," You breathed out and slowly sat up.

"Whoa, Y/N, take it easy, yeah? You bumped your head pretty hard," He whispered and slowly laid you back down against the pillows. You nodded gently and eased your body against the soft bed.

"So, what happened, Y/N? How'd you know we were here?" Sam's voice was heard as you turned your head, seeing that he sat against the edge of the second bed.

"Dad's dead," You whispered, your throat ran dry at the realization. "It was the same kind of thing as your mom.." You spoke softly, knowing that the subject was still sensitive to talk about with the Winchester family. "The whole house went up in flames.. I nearly couldn't get out," You breathed out.

Sam and Dean exchanged worried and saddened expressions. Both of them glanced back at you as if to reassure you that everything would be okay with just their eyes.

"Hey.. where is John anyway?" You asked softly, while Dean continued to pat the cold, damo cloth against the side of your cheek.

"He's working on a case, he says we're getting closer to finding out what killed Mom.. and your dad," Dean whispered the last part and laid his emerald eyes upon you. Your gaze locked with his for a few moments.

"My dad mentioned you guys were here a couple days ago, so when the cops asked me if I had a place to go tonight, I immediately thought of you guys," You whispered gently, your eyes bounced from Dean to Sam.

The sound of the front door opening caused the three of you to turn your heads and meet with John Winchester, father of Sam and Dean. His eyes looked immediately to you as you were laid against the bed. You slowly sat up against the headboard of the bed and looked at John, noticing how exhausted he looked.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?" He asked, releasing a soft breath. He removed his jacket and tossed it onto a chair by the table.

"Shawn's dead, Dad," Sam answered for you, his voice was slightly shaky.

"Y/N thinks it was something from the thing that killed Mom," Dean spoke gently, not wanting to create more tension.

"I'm sorry for your dad, Y/N.. Shawn was an excellent hunter," John spoke softly and took a seat against the edge of the bed that Sam was on. You released a gentle breath and nodded softly.

"The flames were everywhere," You whispered, tears blurring your vision. You let them slip from your eyes and stain your soft cheeks. You looked up to John and found that his gaze was soft, you knew he empathized with you.

"We'll figure something out, Y/N. We'll find that yellow-eyes son of a bitch and get rid of him, okay?" John mentioned softly. You nodded your head and felt Dean drape an arm around your shoulders. "For now, go clean up and we'll take you to Bobby's tomorrow. You'll stay with him," John pushed himself off the bed and looked down upon you and Dean.

"But, Dad, why can't Y/N stay with us? She's really good at research and–" Sam was cut off by a stern look from John.

"It's too dangerous for her now. For all we know yellow eyes could be after her next," John spoke firmly, making Sam retreat.

"Yes, sir," The youngest Winchester nodded slowly.

"Go clean up, kid," John turned to you with a softening expression. "Dean, give her a pair of your pajamas," He spoke and Dean nodded, taking the cold damp cloth in his palm and scurrying to his bag to find a pair of pajamas for you to wear.

"Thank you, John," You whispered softly and pushed yourself off the bed. John placed a hand against your shoulder and squeezed it comfortingly.

"You're family, kid. We look after our own," John offered a gentle, thin smile. You nodded and peeled from his grasp, escaping to the bathroom.

Before you could get inside, Dean walked up behind you and handed you one of his t-shirts and a pair of flannel pajama pants. You took them into your hands and offered him a soft smile.

"Thanks, Dean," You whispered and felt your fingers graze against his as he handed you the clothing.

"You're welcome, Y/N," He whispered softly and let you escape into the motel room's bathroom.

After your shower, you stepped out onto a couple towels upon the floor. You stretched your hand to grab a towel along the small hook againsg the wall and begun to dry your body. The ash hd been washed off along with the other bits and pieces of debris against your body. You felt refreshed. You quickly brushed your teeth and after completely drying off, you changed into the pajamas that Dean let you borrow. They smelled just like him and you couldn't help but notice how they loosely draped around your body.

They didn't cling to you like your own clothes did, but that's what you liked how them. It felt like they protected you as Dean always did when you would spend time with him. Despite being the same age, Dean always made sure to look after you. He always looked out for Sam as well, mostly because John made Dean grow up rather too fast.

After combing your hair, you exited the bathroom and found Sam and Dean watching TV while John was nowhere to be seen. Soup was cooking in a little pot upon the small stove inside the room.

"Hey, sweetheart, feeling better?" Dean turned to look at you softly, his emerald eyes were so warm and made your body heat up.

You shrugged lightly, "I'm physically okay, mentally.. I'm not so sure."

Sam turned to look at you with a gentle gaze, "We saved some soup for you, Y/N." You offered a soft smile to Sam and thanked him before making your way to the small pot over the stove. You removed the lips gently and placed it upon the counter.

You felt a presence behind you as you reached into the cabinet, stood upon your tip toes. Struggling to read for a bowl, you felt the presence behind you slowly reach up, his arm grazing against yours as he grabbed a bowl for you. You smiled softly and turned around to face him. You were met with Dean, softly grinning at you with his glossy lips enclosed together.

"Thanks, Deanie," You spoke the nickname you gave him when you were younger. As you leaned your lower back against the counter, he stood before you with a soft, comforting smile.

"Y/N/N, I'm really sorry about your dad and I'm sorry you're gonna be stuck at Bobby's for a while, not that it's a bad thing, I just wish you could be here with me where I know you'll be safe," Dean released in a soft breath.

"I'll be fine at Bobby's, Dean. Trust me, I'll do some research there and whatever I find, I'll give you or Sam a call," You softly spoke and let your hand run up to his cheek. You took your thumb and caressed beneath his eye slowly, watching as he leaned into your touch; his eyes closed.

"Can you give us a call even if it's not about research?" You heard Sam's soft voice from behind Dean, making you slowly retreat your hand back to your side. Dean opened his eyes and turned to look at Sam who looked over the back of the couch. The sound of the TV muffled in the background.

"Of course, Sammy," You nodded gently. The youngest Winchester curved his lips into a smile as he turned his head back to the TV.

Dean looked back at you and parted his lips slowly. You took the opportunity and snuck your around his torso, burying yourself into his chest. His arms loosely wrapped around your shoulders as he pulled you tightly in. A few tears slipped from your eyes and ran down your cheeks as you buried yourself deeper into his embrace.

You felt Dean's lips gently press against the top of your head as you pulled back to look up at him. Your bodies were still entangled together. "I'm right here, Deanie, I'm always right here," You whispered and watched as he looked down at you with a soft grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Asleep against the couch, you stirred when you felt a cool draft hit your bare toes. Subtle static came from the TV along with the aroma of dirty laundry. You shifted and clung the blanket around your body tightly in an attempt to keep yourself warm. Slowly, you felt your body had had enough sleep and your eyes fluttered open. You found your gaze was locked upon the TV. It had been turned on. You slowly sat up and rubbed your tired eyes, they'd been puffy and red from the mourning of your dad.

"Morning, Y/N," Sam gave you a soft grin as he sat against his bed with a new pair of clothes upon his body.

"Good morning, Sam," You mumbled, sleepily and turned your head to gaze at the clock beneath the TV. It read nine thirty-eight. You released a gentle sigh and pushed yourself off the couch, making your way towards Sam. "Where's John and Dean?" You asked and sat beside him, your hair stuck out in all the wrong places with a couple knots in the back.

"They went to get breakfast and fuel for the Impala," He replied flatly.

You nodded softly and gazed at the TV. A cartoon you were unfamiliar with played upon the screen. The door to the motel room opened and in came John and Dean, with a couple plastic bags in their hands.

"Morning, Y/N," John gave a soft smile.

"Good morning, sweetheart," Dean offered you a soft smile and nudged your shoulder as he placed down the plastic bags upon the small table beside the window.

"Morning," You replied to them both with a soft grin.

"Here, Y/N/N," Dean reached into one of the bags and grabbed a warm breakfast sandwich. He tossed it towards you and you caught it within your hands.

"Thanks, Dean," You smiled softly.

"Thank Hector Aframian," Dean sent you a wink as he slipped the fraudulent credit card into his wallet and in his backpocket. You chuckled softly and rolled your eyes as you unraveled the sandwich from the foil it came in. You began to eat at your sandwich as John, Dean and Sam started to pack up their belongings.

You took the time to change in the bathroom into your own pair of clothes that you managed to get from your burnt down home. There'd been a couple articles of clothing that survived, so you took them into your possession.

After changing, you returned the pajamas back to Dean, who smiled and took them back into his bag. You felt your face heat up at his grin.

"Need help getting anything to the car, John?" You asked as you slung your bag over your shoulder in a pair of jeans and a loose, baggy t-shirt.

"Just get yourself in the Impala, kid," John offered a softly smile and ruffled your hair. You chuckled and nodded lightly. You stepped out of the motel room and headed towards the Impala with the Winchesters behind you.

In the backseat, beside Sam, you gazed out the window as the world passed. You felt almost like a burden to John for having him go through much trouble to get you somewhere safe. You knew he did it out of the kindness of his character, but you were unsure if this got in the way of him trying to find the demon that killed Mary and your dad.

You leaned your head against the seat and attempted to rest for a while. The drive was about three and a half hours. With that time, you attempted to get as much sleep as you could. You had a feeling that Bobby wouldn't make you stay for free, perhaps he'd have you help out at the Singer Salvage Yard.

While the ride was long, you were able to sleep respectively and soon awakened when the gravel against the tires of the Impala rumbled the body of the car. You slowly stirred and blinked twice as you lifted your head up. You rubbed your eyes slowly and looked around, noticing the salvage auto parts were around the front. Bobby's house was towards the back. You gently yawned as John pulled into the back, parking the Impala in place beside Bobby's car.

When John and Dean started to exit the car, you did as well, grabbing your back and slinging it over your shoulder. You watched as Dean walked around the front of the car to make his way towards you.

Bobby exited the front of his house and walked along the gravel towards John. The two grown men hugged and spoke for a moment while you, Dean and Sam stood together beside the Impala.

"You'll be okay, sweetheart?" Dean asked softly, looking down at you.

"I'll be fine, Dean," You whispered and nudged his side with your elbow playfully. He softly grinned and gave you a warm hug. You snuck your arms around his torso as he clung around your shoulders.

You felt Sam hug you from behind. You released a soft giggle and pulled from Dean, turning to face Sam. "Take care of the old man, okay?" You chuckled softly towards Sam, inference to Dean.

Sam smiled lightly and nodded. "Call us as soon as you can, Y/N," He mentioned.

"And if you need anything, we'll be here," Dean added. You looked between the two brothers and smiled softly.

"What would I do without you boys, hm?" You offered a grin and pulled them both into a hug. They returned the favor.

The Winchesters treated you like one of their own and that's what you loved most about them. Family was their safe place and you were a member of their family despite no blood relation. You grew up with them and the fact that most days you woke up and it being life or death made you all the more closer with them.

Once you pulled back from them, you caressed Dean's cheek and offered a small smile. He softly grinned and leaned into your touch as he always did. When you slowly pulled back, Dean gazed at you warmly.

"Hey, girl," Bobby's redneck voice was heard from behind you. You turned and offered a soft grin as he stood on the other side of the Impala. You walked around the back of it and hugged Bobby from the side as he rubbed your arm softly, in a fatherly manner. "Sorry to hear about your dad, kiddo.. was a hell of a hunter that one," He mentioned and pulled back.

"I'll have to keep his legacy going," You brought your chin up and watched as Bobby nodded slowly.

"Well, why don't you come on in? I've got a room for you upstairs and some old clothes of Karen's in a box in the attic you can look through if you want," Bobby spoke while looking down at you.

"Thanks, Bobby," You whispered gently, knowing the topic of his wife was a sensitive subject.

"Well, Y/N, we'll keep in touch, yeah?" John mentioned as he looked at you.

"Of course and if you guys need any research done, gimme a call and I'd be happy to," You offered them a warm grin. Your warm eyes found Dean's as he gazed at you, his expression looked both distressed and worried.

"Sure thing, kid," John nodded and pulled you into a warm hug. You returned it and felt him squeeze you before he pulled back and patted your shoulder softly. "Alright, come on, boys," John looked to his sons who continued to watch you with an forced grin.

"Bye, Dean. Bye, Sam," You waved slowly and watched as they waved back while getting into the Impala.

You and Bobby stood upon the gravel as you watched the Impala rumbled due to the engine starting. Bobby's arms crossed over his chest as yours were down at your sides. Dean's gaze was locked with yours as you found his while the Impala turned around and exited the salvage yard. You could see Sam's head turned to look at you through the back window of the car.

Bobby patted your back gently, "C'mon, girl. We got work to do."

a/n: hi!! so i really wanted to write this on my wattpad (narcissistiches), but i really don't know if this idea has potential or if it'll go anywhere so i'm posting this here in hopes of you guys giving feedback, maybe?? i hope you guys enjoyed this and that you want more! i'm planning to rewrite the first season with this little plotline! anyway, thank you for reading! be safe and treat people with kindness. — angelina.

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Choices - The Beginning

Pairing: Dean x Reader OR Sam x Reader

Summary: Choices is an interactive Supernatural choose your own adventure story where your choices determine the outcome. You go on a hunt with the two Winchester brothers, one of whom you love. You decide who your Winchester is and what happens along the way. Each part is a fully independently written section and no parts are copies of others, so the story can be read a full 8 different ways with 15 parts in total and 8 endings!

Total word count: 45k+ words (over 15 parts)

Triggers: Dark, torture, reader death, angst, loss, pain, blood, serious injuries, heartbreak, implied possible major character death, fear of abandonment, loneliness, hostage situation, gore (series levels blood, torture and fatal injuries)

Triggers depend on your choices, so if you are easily upset by any of the above please proceed with caution.

[Your Story Starts Here] - You’ll be asked to make your first choice at the bottom of this chapter.

Y/N = Your Name

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“(Y/N)! Get a move on!”

Dean’s deep voice echoed down the hallway just as you shouldered your duffle bag with a roll of your eyes. It hadn't even been 10 minutes since the call for help had come in. If it wasn’t for the fact that you’d been busy cleaning your guns when the call came, you would’ve already been out there in the library with them, ready to go. It wasn’t as if you’d been standing around fussing over which ratty t-shirt to pack for an hour.

“On my way!” You shouted back, grimacing as the heightened volume easily erased the annoyance you’d wanted to subtly lace each word with. Throwing another quick look around your room in the Men of Letters bunker you sighed at the mess.

T-shirts and jeans were everywhere, as you’d pulled out everything to quickly stuff a few items in your overnight bag just in case the hunt took longer than planned. Not to mention the cleaning supplies you’d left abandoned on the floor from where you’d been sitting cross-legged polishing your favourite revolver.

It would all have to wait till you got back. Even though you knew you’d regret it once you made it back, bruised and stiff from the fight and the subsequent ride back in the Impala. Having to clean your room before you could fall into your bed feeling sorry for your aching bones was never fun.

Yet, sticking to a decision you knew you’d come to regret; you got a move on before Dean could call out for you again. Swiping up your phone, you hurried out into the hallway and nearly ran straight into Sam as he came barrelling out of his own room.

“Dean?” He asked, his hazel eyes meeting yours with a raised eyebrow a clear sign that your annoyance at being rushed was showing on your features. Though it didn’t matter, since the youngest Winchester clearly shared your irritation as he threw you a glance, underscored by an eye roll that put yours to shame.

“Yeah… Dean,” You said with a sigh as you lifted the straps of the duffle bag off of your shoulder. Attempting to bring some blood flow back into your arm from the heavy load of guns, knives, holy water and other goodies. As well as the clothes thrown in for good measure.

“Let’s not keep our oh so righteous leader waiting then. C’mon (Y/N),” Sam smirked, teasing a small smile out of you as well. Before quickly reaching down and effortlessly snatching your duffle bag from your hands and hurrying down the hallway. If it wasn’t for your relief of having the bag off of your shoulders you would have stopped him. Reminded him that you could easily kick his ass if you went one on one.

But, you knew that there were no hidden meanings in Sam’s gesture. He was just trying to be helpful.

You’d realised quite quickly after getting to know him that one of the things the youngest Winchester feared more than anything else was being abandoned; seen as useless or a burden and left standing in the dust. The shadows of his childhood fears were still clinging to him, little tendrils that he’d never managed to shake. Old fears from a youth spent in constant worry that his father would just drop him off somewhere and drive off without ever coming back. That, coupled with the many lost friends, lovers and hunters that had left him, willingly or unwillingly, made him try twice as hard at being of use to those he loved, every step of the way. From small kind gestures, like carrying your bag, to willingly offering himself up as a sacrifice to the big baddies of the world, in hopes of rescuing Dean, Cas, and now you.

Rolling your shoulders to shake off the rest of the strain from the bag, you pocketed your phone before hurrying after Sam down the hallway. No point in being grumpy when there were bad guys to gank. And neither of the two men in your life deserved your grumbled dissatisfaction. Both the bag and Dean’s insistence of getting on the road as fast as possible were just their own little ways of showing they cared.

Sam was just trying to be helpful and Dean was always worried about losing another civilian by being just a second too late. And you loved them both for it. After all, one was your best friend in the whole world, while the other already secretly had your heart. Though you’d never found the courage to tell him you slipped it into his hands when he wasn’t looking.

“(Y/N)!” Dean’s voice echoed down the hallway, pulling you out of your thoughts and back into your grumbled exasperation aimed at the oldest hunter. Ok… So maybe you’d allow yourself to be a tiny big grumpy until there were baddies in front of you to take it out on.

“I said I’m on my way!” You called back in a huff. Casting a quick glance at your closed bedroom door before quickly running to join the boys. Hopefully the bruises yet to come from the hunt wouldn’t make you regret your decision to leave the mess behind.

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“So where are we headed, exactly?” You asked after about an hour’s drive and a quick case briefing from Dean. Leaning between the seats from the backseat of the Impala in a way that had Sam throwing worried glances your way for your lax seat-belt etiquette.

“There’s a farmhouse, just 40 clicks away now, shouldn’t take long,” Dean’s voice had taken on that steely hardness it got whenever things got serious. And though the case was nothing out of the ordinary for the Winchesters and you, there had already been two reported deaths.

Which also meant that Dean had already added their names and faces to his list of sins to carry. People he could have saved if he could have somehow seen into the future. The oldest Winchester always etched the names of every lost soul into his big heart, burying them there among the many ‘should haves’ and ‘what ifs’ that weighed his broad shoulders down. He was a good leader, and a great hunter, but sometimes he cared a little too deeply. Leaving him hurt no matter how well a hunt went.

“... And put on your seatbelt (Y/N),”

“Yeah, yeah,”

… And sometimes he treated you like a little kid. The thought teased a wry sigh out of you. Quickly reaching out, you turned up the volume of the Led Zeppelin song that was playing, a small act of rebellion, before leaning back in your seat. Smiling innocently as Dean’s green eyes met yours in the rear-view mirror, his attempt at exasperation softened by the way his eyes crinkled in a smile.

No matter how hard as steel the hunter tried to act, he always had a soft spot for Sam and you. To Dean, his feelings were cracks in his armour. They were the blind spots his father had told him about when teaching him to ‘always watch his back’. Yet, the man was more deserving of a family, of love, than anyone else you knew. And so, Sammy and you watched his back instead. Where he watched yours. Both of you determined for the older hunter to see you as strengths, not weaknesses.

Soldiers, shoulder by shoulder.

And, though Dean would constantly complain... You knew he was secretly happy the two of you stuck around; silently terrified of the loneliness he always tried to force onto himself by pushing others away. No matter how loudly his father’s words echoed in his mind and tried to tell him he was leaving himself vulnerable.

Letting Black Dog be your soundtrack, you watched the two most important people in your world from the backseat of the Impala. The Winchester brothers; both carrying scars from the family business they’d fallen into after their mother’s death. Each fearing abandonment and hurt in their own bruised and broken way. Both forced to give up any dream of apple pie to make the world a better place. Children turned soldiers turned martyrs, shaped into a sacrifice by a world that turned a blind eye to their suffering. Which was why you had promised yourself that you would try your damndest to give them a home, and that you would never run away from your life with them.

Even if a certain hunter sometimes made that a hard promise to keep, as every friendly jab broke your heart at the clearly unrequited love you harboured.

You sighed internally as you cast a careful glance in the direction of the man you’d come to love as more than just a hunting buddy or a friend, more than anything really, over the last year and a half of hunting with him. He’d probably be heartbroken to know he was hurting you, which was why you could never tell him how you felt. How your heart and body reacted, as if by reflex, whenever he was around.

Anything he did, from the smallest smile to the feel of his eyes on you, set your body on fire. In a manner not so different to what Robert Plant was promising he’d do to you as Black Dog blared over the Impala’s speaker system. And fuck if you didn’t want to echo the great artist himself and ask the man in front of you to do some not so innocent things to you whenever your eyes strayed to lips that you’d rather have on you than rambling on as they currently were about the case.

“Right… So, to make sure we’re ready…”

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Make your choice below to move the story along:

The man you love is speaking - who is he?

[Dean Winchester] or [Sam Winchester]

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i-make-questionable-choices · 3 years

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And Then There Were Two

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Blood, Injury, Character Death (alluded to).

Word Count: 1,655

Summary: Regardless of how hard Dean tries to keep everyone safe, some things are still out of his control.

A/N:I have been sitting on this one since fucking January, it was complete, it was edited and for whatever reason my brain was like: don't post it. So here I am finally overcoming that bullshit to tell you that one: I am alive. And two: this is going to be the start of a crap load of angsty oneshots because this is the first square on my Bad Things Happen Bingo card: Amputation. As always, please leave kudos or a comment if you enjoyed!

“Y/N!”

Being weightless was strange, your stomach lurched as your body was whipped backwards. It was almost like being on a rollercoaster when the seatbelt wasn’t super snug and you kinda got jostled around a bit.

Except this time wasn’t just a tiny bit scary. This time was terrifying.

You hit the rocks with a sickening crunch, and there was no doubt in your mind that you had broken most of your ribs. You could almost declare yourself lucky - the angle at which you had hit the wall had saved your head from being crushed like an empty soda can; and you simply tumbled down to the ground - almost.

The rocks in this area were prone to crumbling, and a net had long been installed on the cliff face to keep any of the loose cracks formed by erosion from breaking off completely and served as just an extra second for anything below.

When you had collided with the wall, however, the weight of your body sliding against the rocks had severed the net.

And the boulders came crashing down.

“No!”

Deans second cry of anguish was accompanied by the agonized screech of the burning wendigo; Sam had managed to get close enough with the blow torch in that brief moment of chaos to set the monster alight.

It was as though hell were raining down on you, the dust from rock hitting rock eluding your eyes as you tried to heave yourself up and out of the way, only for a softball sized chunk to hit you in the back and send you sprawling since more.

And then you couldn’t move.

The pain was unbelievable.

A screech ripped through you, loud enough to be heard as the final boulder hit the ground with a deafening crash. Loud enough to make Deans heart freeze in his chest.

Loud enough to make Sam’s drop into his stomach.

Their safety disregarded, the pair rushed towards where they had last seen you, shoving what rocks they could to the side with hysterical strength.

If Sams heart had dropped to his stomach before, he didn’t know where it was when he saw you.

The back of your shirt was tattered, soiled with blood and grime from the rocks where it had scraped across. One particularly large gash where the small chunk of rock had hit you.

As he took in the limpness of your form, he barely noticed Dean come to his side, trying to take in what neither of their minds wanted to accept that they were seeing.

Your arm, from the middle of your forearm and down, was pinned under one of the largest boulders from the collapse.

Already there was blood trickling towards you, small snakes leaving the shelter of the rock to pool against your face.

Dean threw himself against the rock, unable to grasp that even with the two of them, the rock that pinned you was simply too large to be moved.

Sam was too shaken to stop his brother, tentatively, he brushed your hair out of your eyes, relieved to feel the faint fluttering of your breath against his skin, and to see your eyes closed, you were, at the very least, not in pain.

He looked up at his brother.

Dean had collapsed against the boulder, in the faint moonlight, Sam could see tears budding in the corners of his eyes, mimicking those he felt himself.

“Dean-”

He stopped himself, loathing the way his voice cracked, hating the resignation to the inevitable.

“I know.”

Sam wondered if he hated that even more; Dean would always protest when any plan of theirs put one of you in harms way. He would always insist that there could be more options, even if that might drag things out so long as you and Sam were safe.

They both new there were no alternatives here.

Dean crouched beside you, shrugging off his jacket, then his flannel, the former of which he covered you with and the later of which he began to wrap around your arm. Accepting the stick from his brother he looped into the fabric, finishing off the tourniquet.

Neither brother bothered to check the time to ensure it didn’t stay on to long. There was no point.

Hesitantly, Sam retraced his steps to where he had dropped his knife. It had fallen from his hand as he ran towards you. When he had first gotten it he had appreciated the sedation at the end. Not to much to make it stick itself in a monster and not want to pry out, but enough to bite through the bones.

He hated that now, even though he knew he should be grateful, it was their only way of getting you out from that boulder.

Dean had hardly moved when he returned, still crouched over you, but one hand now cradled your cheek while the other rested underneath your head as if to protect you from the hard ground.

Sam could hardly keep his voice from cracking when he addressed his brother.

“You’re gonna have-”

“Don’t.”

Deans voice was so final, so flat, that Sam sagged from the power of but one word.

Without Sam having to finish, Dean moved his hands to steady you, one resting on the back of your shoulder, the other one your mid-back. The spurt of blood at the first saw of the knife was sickening, and Dean had to turn away lest he throw up. His heart seized in his chest as you tensed under him, and he steeled himself to hold you down to keep your thrashing at bay.

Your eyes shot open first, darting about before they fixed on his face, then on Sam’s blade that was sawing through your upper arm. As your body lurched, Dean prepared himself for a scream, only to have you vomit what little snack you had eaten before the hunt, and they pass out once more.

The sound Sams blade made as it sawed through your bone was spine chilling and part of Dean was relieved when it was over, the other part was even more inclined to vomit.    Barely seconds later, your body shifted as the knife severed the last of your skin and what was left of you arm slumped towards the ground.

Sam, who had discarded his own flannel alongside Dean, reached it over and wrapped it around and over the stump; he too could feel a sickness rising his stomach, the reality of what he did hitting him like a freight train.

As Dean scooped you up, gently maneuvering you over his shoulder, he met Sams eyes for the first time since the rock slide. Just like himself, Sam had silent tears racing down his cheeks, despair visible in the depths of his eyes. Dean longed to reach out and hug him, but more pressing matters were at hand.

The pace they made as they rushed towards the Impala was astounding. The hike out had taken them almost and hour and a half. It only took them half the time to make it back to the car. The whole time Sam had has his phone out, searching for a signal to call 911, Dean had tuned him out 4 minutes ago when he had started talking to the dispatcher.

They were to meet the ambulance on the way to the hospital. Fortunately the road out to Deadman’s Cliff was quiet and Dean didn’t have to worry about how fast he went as he pushed the Impala to her limits.

Sam, who was riding in the back keeping, albeit pointless, pressure on your arm, and checking that your were, in fact, still alive, had had to brace himself against the roof and seats a few times as Dean burned around corners much faster then they were meant to be taken. Sam would later wonder how they hadn’t crashed in those moments.

Only when they heard the wailing of the ambulance, nearly an hour from where they had began their drive, did Dean ease up on the gas. Fortunately for them, the ambulance was about ten kilometers down road, so they had just enough time to make a safe stop without the car flipping over.

It seemed unreal as the paramedics leapt from the ambulance, the bright lights of the interior felt fake as he watched them unload the gurney for Sam to set you on, they strapped you in, protecting your neck with a cervical collar before pushing you in. He hardly could process time as he watched Sam climb into the ambulance the doors shutting as Sam turned back to look as him and then the ambulance sped away, leaving a broken man standing in the middle of the highway.

He wasn’t sure how long he stood there, it could have be seconds, or minutes, maybe even hours; but eventually Dean snapped back into reality. He could no longer hear the wail of the ambulance, or see the bright lights even on the vast expanse of plains. He could feel the tear stains on his cheeks though, could feel the aching in his heart, and the terror in his mind. As he made his way to the Impala, he could feel a strange numbness seep through him.

He and Sam had done all they could to help you, but you had still gone almost and hour without basic wound care, resulting in a high chance of infection. The blood loss and the shock wouldn’t help you fight it off; and you had gone two whole hours without any professional help. Even then, the paramedic’s were still limited in what they could do to help you. And with a sinking feeling, Dean realized that your death could be coming far too soon.

It was too much, with so many feelings left unsaid, and so many more coursing through him, Dean Winchester sat behind the wheel, and wept.

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queenlists · 4 years

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Volunteer

A/N: We’re at 136! Thank you for all of the love and support, it means a lot to me! This fic involves AU!Priest Sam and there are a few mentions of implied smut. (Y/l/n) = your last name! The masterlist is at the bottom and I really hope you all enjoy this ✌

Post Date: 4/5/2020

“You have got to meet my daughter! She is a really nice girl,” (Y/n) heard her mom begin to brag about her to what she assumed to be the new priest in town. Her family frequented the church. They had a great reputation in town. The (Y/l/n)s were the poster family of their small town. They were always presentable, a smile spread across their faces that stretched for miles, always willing to go the extra mile for just about anyone, and they never once missed a day of church. They were the family that gave away full sized candy bars on Halloween. The family that made sure every newcomer had a basket full of baked goods at their door. The family that many would feel warmth in their hearts just being near them. Gentle, pure, and kind. Especially (Y/n). (Y/n) kept her nose out of drama. She greeted everyone with a smile and a kind “Hello!” Other girls her age in town were out late at night partying, but not her. Never her. She was always out volunteering for various events, sometimes those events lasted all night. (Y/n) was the girl that other parents wished their children were like. Her parents took pride in it and in all honesty so did she.

“She stays home most of the time, she is always reading something, she volunteers all the time-” “Sometimes overnight too. She gets carried away in her work!” her father chimed in as her mother continued to brag “She never misses a day of church, she dresses like a young lady should..” (Y/n) smiled and shook her head as she got closer to where her mother’s voice was coming from. “We raised a proper young lady! She has never had a boyfriend. Every father’s dream, huh?” her father laughed. (Y/n) finally got to where her parents were and saw the back of the new priest. He was tall with long, dark hair. From the back he looked gorgeous. “There she is! This is (Y/n) and this is our new priest-” and from the front he looked...familiar. “Sam?” (Y/n) blurted out. Sam’s eyes widened as he gulped down air. “You two know each other?” (Y/n)’s parents asked in unison. Sam’s mouth opened and closed as he tried to find a logical lie, but after awhile his shoulders slacked as he shook his head at (Y/n). “Well?” (Y/n)’s mother looked between the two as the silence thickened around them.

“You’re new,” (Y/n) smirked at the new face as she sat down beside him. He looked at her with his dark brown eyes with a smile “Yeah, I actually just got a job down here. I thought it’d be nice to get familiar with the town,” “So you chose a bar?” (Y/n) raised her eyebrows, giggling. “Uh..yeah, I guess!” The beautiful stranger laughed, shaking his head before looking down at his drink. “I’m (Y/n) and you?” She introduced herself, holding out her hand out of habit. “Sam!” Sam gently took her hand in his, slowly shaking it. Looking in each other’s eyes, they both felt a connection like no other and before they knew it, their lips were on one another’s and the space between them closed. “Really? Find a room!” the annoyed bartender shouted at the pair, shaking his head at them in disapproval. Sam slammed money down on the bar counter before leading (Y/n) out of the bar and into his car. They did not slow down. Their clothes were off before the car door was shut. Sam was on top of her faster than a hungry tiger on his prey. “I-I don’t do this often!” Sam breathlessly mumbled as he felt around for a stray condom. (Y/n) reached down and pulled out a condom from her bra “Oh of course and neither do I!” She giggled, smirking at Sam before his lips were back on hers.

“Yes, we do!” (Y/n) smiled at her parents. “He volunteered with me last night! It was great and we should do it again. You were really good..with everything,” “That’s wonderful! You’re going to fit in great!” (Y/n)’s father gave Sam a pat on the shoulder. “Well we have to go to a family dinner. It was nice meeting you. See you next Sunday, Father Winchester!” (Y/n)’s mother smiled as she took (Y/n)’s hand and began following closely behind (Y/n)’s father. (Y/n) turned around and winked at Sam before turning her attention to her mother. Sam watched as they got into the car and drove off. Pulling out his phone, Sam decided to text (Y/n):

Sam: I guess you volunteer a lot, huh?

(Y/N): Possibly.

Sam shook his head, mildly laughing. He bit his lip as he sent his next text:

Sam: “Tomorrow 10pm. Overnight. Same place?”

Sam held onto his phone tightly as he was approached by another eager, smiling family “I can not wait for you to take over next Sunday! We haven’t had a new priest in awhile. This will be new..” Sam nodded as the family took turns chatting to him, waiting for (Y/n) to get back to him. The minutes seemed to drag as Sam kept up his facade, smiling and nodding at every word the family said. Laughing at every small, unfunny joke that they made. He couldn’t focus on anything or anyone except for (Y/n). Sam shifted his weight from leg to leg until he finally felt a familiar vibration in his hand, a big sinful smile spread across his face “I have to take this! I can not wait to see you all next Sunday,” Sam nodded at the family before disappearing away from the crowd. Sam unlocked his phone and read the message (Y/n) sent with hungry eyes:

(Y/n): “Of course, I’d never turn down a chance to volunteer!”

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ariana-amidala · 3 years

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I was gonna post chapter 2 today but you know what’s great. I didn’t save the file. Excuse me while I go retype it again. It should be out sometime tonight or tomorrow morning.

#supernatural #source: supernatural #sam x y/n #sam x reader #samwinchester #Sammy Winchester #DEANCAS #dean x reader (platonic)#cas x reader (platonic)#jack x reader (Platonic)#supernatural series #supernatural fandom #original works

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castiwls · 15 days

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lover - s.w

Paring; sam x reader

Prompt; 'And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear. Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?'

Requested; @nix-rose

Notes; I used to be obssed with this song. think I might cry when I hear it live lmao. requests are open!

Masterlist | Taylor Swift masterlist

It wasn’t often you and Sam managed to get time alone in the bunker. More often than not anytime you’d get some time off from hunting Dean would always be wandering around, ready to interfere at any given moment.

But finally, after months you’d both managed to get the whole thing to yourselves. Dean had taken himself off to a bar in the town somewhere which left just you and Sam.

A small content sigh left your lips as you felt one of his arms squeeze your waist as you gently swayed side to side. Neither of you could dance, nor were you particularly good but that wasn’t an issue. All that mattered was that you’d finally gotten time alone and some sense of normalcy as you slowly moved around the kitchen.

Loving Sam Winchester was one of the easiest things you had ever done. Sure you’d been in relationships before but none of them had left you feeling the way this one had, none of them had ever left you feeling so completely and utterly in love to the point where you were sure he may be the one.

You’d never had that feeling with anyone else you’d met before and for a while you had believed that maybe you were simply meant to be alone, maybe you were the type of person who was just meant to go through the world alone but then you met Sam and realised that maybe you did have a soulmate out there. And maybe that soulmate was him.

“You okay? You look like you're thinking quite hard there?” Sam smiled down at you as his arm gently squeezed your waist. “I’m fine.” You sent him a soft smile back, moving to lean your head against his chest.

Sam hummed quietly under his breath as he moved one of his hands to the back of your head. Your eyes slowly slipped shut as the sound of his heartbeat reached your ears. Every thump left you feeling slightly more relaxed as he continued to quietly hum.

Every thump reminded you that he was alive, that he was safe. It reminded you that for the time being you had no reason to worry, for the moment you were able to let your mind drift content with the fact that he was safe beside you.

”I can’t believe we’ve only been dating for a few months,” You pulled back slightly at his words. “I feel like I’ve known you my whole life.” He pressed a kiss to your head. You smiled, a small blush covering your cheeks.

He wasn’t wrong. The last few months had felt like a lifetime in the best way possible. You felt as if you’d know Sam for an eternity and you hoped you’d know him for an eternity more.

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cinnamonweasley · 3 years

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left alone - sam x reader

You sat cross-legged on the battered leather sofa, leant over the coffee table awkwardly reaching out for your phone. The display screen flashed with the message 'no new notifications' and your heart sank further into your already weakening chest. Sam and Dean had left earlier that day, without asking you about whether you wanted to join them on that particular hunt. You at least expected Sam to talk to you, he usually did, with kind words and a furrowed brow explaining the situation. They had been gone for most of the day, and the outlines of a crimson red sunset were now visible through the motel blinds. Exhaling loudly, you stood up, stretching your weary legs that had become somewhat immobile due to how long you'd been sat down.

When Sam walked in just over half an hour later, you had returned to the kitchen in your pyjama shorts and tank top, hair loosely braided over your shoulder. You turned to him, placing the mug of coffee you'd made down on the counter and waiting for the excuses to flood your ears. "(Y/N)... I'm sorry we should have told you, I just..." He began, stepping closer to you and extending his hand.

"Sam, no. I don't want to hear it okay?" Your tone became punctuated with anger and hurt, "It's because I'm not good enough, isn't it? You think I'm a useless hunter and no good to anyone."

Sam's eyes widened in horror, and he strode towards you, "Don't you ever say that (Y/N). If only you knew how important you were to me and Dean maybe you'd understand." A small sob escaped your lips, and you couldn't face him anymore, "Sam, I do understand. You go out on long hunts for the sake of it and hope that when you come back, I'll be gone. I'm only here because you felt sorry for me once. Simple." Sam moved to pull you into him, but you weren't having it. Turning towards the bathroom door, you quickly walked inside and bolted the door, needing to be alone. Once inside the bathroom, all your bottled up emotions came pouring out in a hot flurry of tears cascading down your cheeks, you were aware of Sam knocking on the door and calling your name softly. Still, you knew he would leave eventually if you ignored his pleas. "Y/N? Please listen to me. You mean everything to Dean and me. You are one of the best hunters we've ever met, and that's no lie, but sometimes hunts are extremely dangerous, you know that. We... I...can't bear to see you hurt or worse, because we couldn't be there to protect you at the right time. I've come to depend on your company in a lot of ways. Seeing you smile is one of the most beautiful things in this world... And hell probably in any other world too." You didn't know how long you had been leaning against the bathroom door, slumping forward with your head in your hands, recalling the sweet things Sam had said to you. It was apparent he had become overcome with fatigue and succumbed to sleep, as you could hear soft hushed breathing coming from the other side of the door and the occasional shifting of limbs. Guilt washed over you, he had been hunting all day and you had only added to that stress. Carefully, you unbolted the door, peering down you saw Sam's eyes open wide and he looked up at you, an expression of hope drawn across his features. How could you deny how much you loved this man anymore? With one swift motion, he moved away and stood, brushing himself down and gazing at you in a way that made your heart pound and your cheeks flush. Taking a small step towards him, it gathered all your courage to look into his eyes, all remnants of anger towards him long since forgotten.

Finally, it was Sam who gave in, pulling you to him and entangling you in a tight embrace. He must have guessed that he was on the verge of making you cough up your lungs, so he loosened his grip, letting out a small laugh of relief. You, in turn, wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your head into his chest. "Sam... Will you, er would you sleep with me tonight? I haven't been able to sleep these past few nights, and it would really help to have you there." You asked nervously, swallowing your rising nerves with a few hiccups. He sighed softly against your hair, "Y/N it would be my pleasure."

You lay entwined in each other between the roughly strewn sheets of the bed, Sam's content expression was mirroring yours as he drew soothing circles on your palm. Now you could see up close just how worn out and tired he looked, how selfish you had been to make him go through what you had.

You only hoped that quiet nights like this would be a frequent occurrence.

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scarasmood · 6 years

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Jensen Ackles Imagine #1

Imagine being Jensen and Danneel's adopted teenage daughter and Jensen comforting you after you had a nightmare and he singing you to sleep.

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It wasn't the first time you woke up screaming. It happened before but eventually the nightmares ended after you kept going to a therapist. But lately they where back again, and this time because of a heavy fight you had last evening with your father. Since you got adopted, the fear of them not loving you had never left and after fights like that you were scared that they might end the adoption. Even when you lived since your early teens with them. You were just fourteen when you got adopted by them. And like it was not already enough to cope with that fear. You dreamed that it actually happened. You looked up when the door opened. Jensen popping his head through it, walking immediatly towards you when he sees the tears rolling over your cheeks. "It's allright." He said softly. Hushing her and pulling her close while comforting her. He looked up when Danneel's head peeked through the door and she pushed it open a little further. Jensen turned his face back to you. Noticing that you had calmed down a little. "You want to talk about it, sweetheart?" He asks slowly. You shook your head but started to speak anyways. "We...we had a fight and...and you guy's kicked me out...telling...telling you didn't want me as a...as a daughter anymore." You told in a shaky voice. Jensen pushed you away, a little, so he could look at you. "Look at me, (Y/N)." He started. Forcing her to look at him. "Yes, you can be a stubborn teenager, but (Y/N) your our daughter. We adopted you for a reason. We adopted you because it was meant to be. We would never, and then I really mean never kick you out or telling you we won't want you anymore. We love you as much we love your brother and sisters, oke? Don't ever doubt that. And the next time we have a fight we talk it out, oke?" Jensen spoke. You nodded. "Oke." You whispered. "C'mon. Try to go too sleep." He spoke. You nodded and layed back down. Jensen took her in his arms again. Starting to sing 'A Simple Man'. Knowing it was your favourite song. You closed your eyes and slowly drifted off too sleep. When he was sure you were asleep. He got off the bed and walked towards the door were Danneel still stood. She smiled and he walked out the room. Closing the door behind him to let you sleep.

#sam winchester #supernatural #samwinchester #sam #supernatural imagines #jensen ackles #danneel ackles #imagine #jensen x reader #jensen x you #jensen x danneel #jensen x y/n #deanxreader #deanwinchester #dean #dean x reader #dean winchester

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jassackles · 2 years

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Sam Winchester One Shots

Highschool sweethearts (smut)

The reader and Sam have known each other for a long time but didn’t know they had feelings for each other. So what will happen?

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imdoingathingmom · 6 years

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My Fault

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2267

Warnings: language!

Description: The reader gets hurt on a hunt and Dean feels immensely guilty about it.

A/n: this has been in my drafts for the longest time so enjoy?? Be warned that this is my first ever Supernatural fanfic. Feedback is appreciated!

"Hey (Y/N)," Dean soothed into the phone as you hid behind a bush, blood dripping down a deep gash in your upper arm.

"Dean, thank god," you sighed in relief, keeping quiet.

"What's going on are you okay?" Dean panicked as he sat up from his chair.

"Well not really I'm stuck on this hunt..." You trailed off with a whisper.

"It's one vamp, how can you be in trouble?" You heard a crunch nearby and cursed under your breath.

"One turned into twenty dickweed! Just come hel-" You dropped your phone as a vamp picked you up by the back of your throat and threw you against a tree in the forest.

"(y/n)? (y/n)!" Dean called, hearing you groan in pain, he instantly hung up the phone and grabbed his jacket. "Shit!" He hissed and ran up the stairs of the bunker. "Sam, (y/n) is in trouble!" Sam ran out of the library and followed his brother up the stairs, using his long legs to take two at a time.

"Damn it Dean I told you we shouldn't have let her go alone!"

"Yeah yeah you can scold my ass later, lets go." In a mere matter of minutes the bunker was locked up and the Winchesters were on their way to rescue you.

Sometime later you were woken up with a jolt. Your eyes fluttered open and it took you a moment to recognize your surroundings. You were curled up in the back seat of the Impala with your back facing the front seat. You slowly sat up and groaned as your head began to hammer. You reached up and touched your temple that was sticky from your blood. "Fuck," you said and gritted your teeth against the pain. Sam looked back and huffed out a sigh of relief when he saw you had finally woken up.

"She's awake," he said to Dean and turned back around. Dean looked at you through the rear view mirror and let out a small sigh, his hands slightly loosing their grip on the steering wheel.

"Hey Princess how ya feeling?"

"Really Dean?" You huffed and grabbed a shirt off the floor of the Impala, wiping the blood from your head. You were going to do the same with you arm when you noticed it was already wrapped up with one of Dean's flannel shirts. "I feel like absolute shit and I'm sure you and Sam can both tell." You dropped the shirt back where you found it and slowly leaned back, wincing as your back came in contact with the leather seat causing pin pricks of pain to run up and down your spine. Sam brushed the hair out of his face and gave Dean a look causing him to clear his throat and lean up in his seat a bit.

"Sorry (y/n) I was just...I shouldn't have let you go at it alone." Dean focused his gaze back on the road.

"Yeah whatever. Just tell me all those leeches are dead?" You tried to get comfortable in the backseat but the pain in your back made it impossible so you settled on sitting up, away from the back of the seat. When the car stayed silent you looked up at the rear view mirror hoping to find Dean's gaze but he refused to look at you. "You let them get away!" Before you knew it you were screeching. "I got mauled for nothing. I could have got turned into a vampire and you're telling me that you let them all get away? Are you fucking serious Dean!?" Dean met your gaze with a glare, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel again.

"(y/n), look I-" before he could finish his counter argument Sam jumped in hoping he could diffuse the tension. He already knew what this bickering would lead to. It became a weekly thing at this point.

"Only two got away. We were more worried about making sure you were alive (y/n)." Sam tucked his hair behind his ears and turned around to give you a pleading look.

"But what if there's more? They'll-"

Sam rose his hand and gave you a stern look that had you choking on your words. "I get it (y/n). Really I do but we've all had a rough night and you're in pain so let's just get back to the bunker and rest. We'll worry about the vamps another day." You chewed at your bottom lip once you realized how silly and rude you had been. He was right so you just nodded your head and kept quiet the rest of the drive home.

This wasn't the first time that Sam had to stop you and Dean from butting heads. Over the course of the few months that you had been hunting with them you and Dean haven't always seen eye-to-eye. You often clashed a lot hence why you sometimes did hunts on your own. You figured the reason why you and Dean had a lots of arguments was because he didn't take too kindly to someone else trying calling the shots, which you frequently tried to do. However, Sam always teased that the reason why you guys fought so much was because you were too much alike.

Sometimes he would even claim that you guys actually liked each other and just didn't know how else to express it. Of course you liked Dean but you knew that Dean didn't feel the same way and you always got mad when Sam would talk about how Dean had a crush on you. Sam would even say that Dean was the first to call "dibs" on you when you guys first met. You never believed in Sam's lies of course. You just couldn't see how a guy like Dean would want anything with a girl like you. It just didn't make sense in your eyes. Dean was a rugged, classic rock, meat loving, ladies man after all. While you were one of those chicks that usually only got asked out because of a dare between friends. You weren't ugly just not an eye catcher and your love for literature, fine arts, and sci-fi movies, surely didn't make you an interesting catch.

You never believed you could catch the eye of Dean Winchester.

After an hour or so of driving, you lost track of time, the bunker came into view and a sigh of relief left your lips. It was two in the morning an your body felt hella stiff, you were definitely ready for bed. You grabbed your bag from the trunk and made your way to the front door in silence. Once you were in the bunker you threw your bag onto a table in the library and made a beeline for the kitchen as you were starving. You washed your hands and started pulling items to make a sandwich out of the fridge. When you reached to the very back, in search of the mustard, you hissed with pain as your arm begin to burn from the stretch. "Don't you think you should get fixed up first before you eat?" Dean's deep voice caused you to jump and knock your head against the top of the fridge.

"God damn it! Why must you sneak up on me like that?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to..." You turned around with the bottle of mustard clutched in your hand while your other one was pressed against the injury on your arm.

"Its...it's okay. And for starters food is way more important right now." You put the mustard down on the counter and smiled at him.

"I wouldn't be too sure about that Princess." Dean rose from where he leaned on the counter and nodded towards your arm. You followed his gaze and noticed it had began to bleed through the fabric of his shirt. You pouted and he returned it with a sad smile. "Come on let's get you cleaned up." You put your sandwich crafting on hold and followed Dean to the bathroom where you popped a squat on the covered toilet. He busied himself with finding the medical supply kit and then picking out the right materials for this particular task. Once everything was ready he looked over at you. "I think you should sit on the counter. You know so I don't have to kneel." You nodded and silently obeyed.

Once you were sat down Dean stood between your open legs and slowly began unwinding his shirt from your wounded flesh. You took in a sharp breath when it snagged a bit. Dean gave you an apologetic look and threw the bloody garment to the floor. After he set to work with sterilizing and then carefully stitching up your wound. Each tug of the needle pulled a whimper from your trembling lips as you tried not to cry. Finally after the fifth one he was done and began wrapping gauze around your arm. Dean made sure it wasn't too tight and when he was done he looked up into your eyes and scratched the back of his neck. "(y/n) I'm sorry for acting like a dick lately." Dean leaned closer, his candy apple eyes piercing (Y/E/C) ones, as he wiped away a tear you hadn't realized had fallen.

Your head started to swim and you couldn't tell if it was because of your injuries or because of how close he was. Dean had pushed your hair back behind your ear and softly began dabbing your bloody temple with a wet cloth. "Its okay Dean really... I've been kinda bitchy too. I'm sorry."

"I'm not gonna argue with you there but I made it no better. I'm so sorry for pushing you away. I should've never let you hunt on your own. It's my fault you're hurt. I- I wasn't there to protect you." He pulled the washcloth away from your face and looked down as his grip tightened around it.

"Dean?"

"Hmm?" He refused to look up at you, fingers pulling at the cloth in his hands.

"Look at me," Dean just shook his head instead. You placed your hands over his and rubbed circles into his skin before they relaxed and stopped trying to tear apart the washcloth he was still holding. You pulled the cloth from his hands and set it to the side then you place yours on either side of his face and made him look up at you. Dean's lips were pulled into a thin line and his eyes were brimming with unshed tears. "It's okay. I'm here and I'm alive. "

"But look at you. It's all my fault."

"Dean I've been banged up worse than this before and you know it! I don't blame you. I shouldn't have went on my own I mean the case was fishy right from the start. I should've known." You let out a soft laugh to try and lighten the mood.

"This isn't funny. I would've been responsible for your death. I... I can't lose you." He pulled himself from your grip and stepped back as a means to give you room but you grabbed at his shirt and tugged him close again. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pushed your lips against his into a warm and gentle kiss. You knew this was risky, knew there was still a chance that he didn't really like you, but he did just say he couldn't lose you. Not to mention he looked so shook up so you took a chance.

At first he didn't respond right away but after a minute or so his lips began moving against yours in a tentatively slow rhythm. A fuzzy warmth spread throughout your body and you were on cloud nine. One of Dean's arms came around your waist as he deepened it and the other grabbed a fist full of your hair. His movements became faster and more rugged causing a pool of heat to gather at your core as your heart began to feel like it was gonna explode. His arm tightening around your waist caused you to flinch and he pulled away with regret and fear swimming in his eyes. "(y/n), I am so sorry! I didn't mean- I was thinking with my dick." You pushed him away and hissed in pain.

"Shut the fuck up Winchester! I'm in pain I'm not mad about what just happened." Hope lit up his eyes before he realized you were bleeding again. You bite your lip to keep yourself from crying and grabbed the hem of your shirt before slowly pulling it up. Your side had a gash in it that was bigger than the one on your arm. You looked up at Dean as he left to get a bottle of whiskey.

That night Dean took care of you the best he could, stitching you up and making you dinner. He slept in your room that night afraid that if he left you alone you'd disappear. He made sure to keep his space of course as to not upset your wounds and to show you some respect. He didn't really know where you guys stood now. You initiated the kiss but he figured you weren't in your right mind after almost becoming vamp chow. That didn’t stop he from being hopeful though. You were the kindest and smartest woman he knew, and although he didn't deserve you he just hoped, and prayed that in the morning you wouldn’t regret the special moment you shared that night.

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jiminisjamin · 6 years

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Christmas Wish (Sam x Reader Drabble)

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Summary: Spending Christmas night cuddled up with Sam.

Warnings: None.

Rating: Fluff.

A/n: I don’t usually write short stuff like this, but I’m kinda writing it Christmas Morning…so…it’s short, and doesn’t really have a real plot. Hopefully it’s still nice/cute, though.

Word Count (Drabble): 542

Title: Christmas Wish

Sam smiles and wraps his arm around her. Y/n’s head rests on his shoulder, and she sighs softly, cuddling closer to him, dragging the blanket with her. “Merry Christmas, Sam.” She murmurs, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. He smiles, his gaze flitting to her face.

“Merry Christmas, y/n/n.” He kisses her forehead, sighing as he envelopes her in his arms. “I hope you had a good Christmas,” he murmurs, grabbing her face and tilting her head so her gaze meets his. She smiles brightly, placing her hand on the side of his face.

“Best Christmas of my life, Sam.” She shakes her head slowly. “Even our lives…how we live, we can still have so much joy.”

“Thanks to you,” Sam whispers. “God, y/n. I was so lonely…you’re exactly what I needed, everything I wanted.” Sam kisses her quick, and pulls away, closing his eyes and resting his head in the crook of her neck. “I love you so much, y/n/n. Thank you, for giving me a great year.” He lifts his head to kiss her again, and she grins widely.

“There’s still New Year’s, Sam. It isn’t over…” She reaches out, and pushes his hair out of his face, ruffling it slightly. “I love you too.” She tilts her head as she stares up at him. “I can’t believe I get to start a new year with you…maybe things are finally starting to look up, Sam. Maybe…this is the beginning of something incredible.” Sam smiles softly, and tangles his hand through her hair.

“Maybe,” he whispers, resting his forehead on hers. “I’ll do everything I can to make that true, y/n. I swear…I’ll never let anything hurt you,” he kisses the tip of her nose. “I need you with me, y/n.” She closes her eyes.

“I need you with me too, Sam.”

“I love you, y/n/n. I love you so much…” She grins up at him, her eyes fluttering open. “You’re perfect.” He whispers, tapping her nose. “Cute as a button,” y/n rolls her eyes at this, and hits him lightly on the shoulder. He grins and holds his hands up. “Right, right- sorry. You’re cuter than a button.” Y/n rolls her eyes, and leans into him, once again resting her head on his shoulder.

“Whatever, Sam…” She sighs softly. “You’re everything I’ve wanted, too. Don’t go dying on me, Sam. I’ll drag you out of- wherever you end up.” Sam grins lopsidedly.

“I wouldn’t dare leave you, y/n. My only wish…” He closes his eyes. “If I were to make one, that is- my only wish this Christmas is that we can be happy and safe. Live a long life together- hell, even a few years. I want to be with you, I want to show you how much you mean to me. I need time with you, y/n. That’s my wish; you.” She grins, and kisses him softly.

“Well, looks like your wish is already coming true.” She kisses his cheek. “We just have to last until next Christmas. You can make it again…and…we’ll be together. We’ll be safe, and we’ll be happy. I know it Sam- we must. We must have a win.” Sam sighs, closing his eyes.

“I’ll be damned if we don’t,” he murmurs softly.

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talesmaniac89 · 4 years

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Choices - You Chose Sam

New to Choices? Start Here

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: Choices is an interactive Supernatural choose your own adventure story where your choices determine the outcome and whether it’s a Dean x Reader or Sam x Reader. Go to the intro to start your story now!

Triggers: None really, some mention of Sam questioning his self-worth.

Choice: [You chose Sam Winchester]

Y/N = Your Name

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“Right… So, to make sure we’re ready…” Sam said, ignoring the annoyed glare from his older brother as he turned the music down to run through the plan again. As always, the youngest Winchester wanted to make sure you were all prepared. That the plan was bulletproof, and no one could get hurt.

When you were dealing with not just one, but two witches, that just became all that much more important. Since one spell or hex bag was all it took, and any one of you could end up hurt. Bullets couldn’t tear through words, only cut them off at the source. Possibly a second too late.

According to the briefing, the two witches had moved into the farmhouse not too long ago. The two victims had been connected to the property, and the unfortunate recipients of hex bags. Though, if you knew witches and their opportunistic little hearts, they weren’t done. Sure, the closest town was just a sleepy little thing. But there were quite a few wealthy families with long histories that they could possibly be aiming for, to increase their own bankroll.

“The two witches work as a pair. But that doesn’t mean they’re going to be right next to each other in the farmhouse,” Sam continued, a hand absentmindedly going up to brush the hair out of hazel eyes as he reread the information sent to you via text. The small innocent movement easily making your breath stick in your throat as you watched him.

The big hand that brushed soft brown hair out of eyes the colour of sunlight through a glass of whiskey always made your whole world tilt. Your body heating up at the thought of how they would feel on your skin, clasped at the back of your neck as he drew you in for a kiss, running down….

Down girl! Focus!

Shaking the thoughts away you put on your most innocent expression as you focused on the younger hunter’s words instead of on his lips, or jaw or… Damn it. You were a lost cause when it came to Sam. Every soft smile and warm worried eyes had your heart performing Olympic level acrobatic routines in your chest.

“So, our best bet is going to be to split up. Dean one way, me the other, and…” Sam’s words brought you out of your own dirty mind for long enough to catch the hunter’s attempt at benching you from the hunt. His hazel eyes glancing up at you in the rear-view mirror warm and soft with hesitant worry.

“I’m going in too Sam,” You sighed, unwilling to let him finish whatever grunt work he was planning on assigning you to keep you out of harm's way. Though you were in love with the man, you didn’t just want him to be some romance novel knight in flannel that swept in and rescued you from all the drama. You were a hunter, not a damsel in distress.

Sure, you had to admit that you found the Greek god of a man sinfully sexy. And yeah, the thought of having him sweep you up into his strong arms did unspeakably dirty things to your mind... But that wasn’t why you’d fallen in love with him.

What attracted you to him was his careful strength, the comfort of absolute safety you felt when you were fighting side by side with him, knowing he’d have your back. You’d fallen in love with the intelligent man whose eyes shone with unfettered empathy. The kind man, whose strength was mirrored in his continued compassion, even as the world tried to break him of it. With the fighter who didn’t just give up when faced with the loss he feared more than anything else, he kept fighting, for that small hope he still harboured.

It was the man, Sam Winchester, you loved. And no, you didn’t just want to be protected. You wanted to be his partner. To have his back and as he had yours. Make the world a better place, together. To help him save lives. So that he could one day look back and see all the people who had his back, who didn’t abandon him, and finally understand that he was worthy of love.

“Someone should watch…” Sam tried again, sunshine eyes clouded with unspoken twisted futures where you left the Winchesters, through death or curses. The same worry that always stained his eyes whenever you demanded to be included in the plans. When you stood your ground, refusing to tip the hand in the monsters’ favour by sitting it out and possibly causing Sam to end up the one hurt. Making him the one leaving you behind.

“I’m not sitting this one out Sam. Three against two’s a hell of a lot better than fifty-fifty when we’re fighting witches,” You shot in, interrupting his weak attempt at changing your mind. You were just as unwilling to see him hurt as he was to see you, or anyone, hurt. There was no way in hell you’d sit back and watch him walk towards a door that could possibly be hiding his future tormentors. Be it temporary or final.

You loved him too much to let him bear all those burdens himself.

“Yeah, ok… But, you’ll be with me then,” Sam hesitated before answering as his eyes went from yours in the rear-view mirror and back to the phone. Clearly trying, and failing, to find some loophole in your reasoning. Even Sam, with his tendency to act like a sacrifice whenever someone tried to hurt those he cared for, couldn’t find a way around the facts. Three against two was safer.

Especially when dealing with hex bags, spells and the cowardly scheming you’d have to expect from the two witches.

“Ok, so do we know anything else about them? Are they both inexperienced or..?” You asked, happy he’d dropped the multiple attempts to shield you like some damsel in distress. And doubly happy since you’d be right there by his side. Ready to watch his back and keep both the hunter, and the heart you’d secretly given him, safe.

“That’s the bad news. They’ve both apparently been in this business for a long, long time,” Sam’s brow furrowed, his head falling forward a little as he read the information on the phone screen again.

“Well then Sammy. We’ll just have to scope out the place and decide on the best plan of action,” Dean spoke up, sending you a knowing grin through the rear-view mirror. The type only a best friend could have. Before he revved the engine of the Impala and sped down the old country roads.

Reaching out with a pointed stare at Sam, the older Winchester easily turned up the music again as your eyes met Sam’s in the rear-view mirror. Giving him your most comforting smile, you nodded, determined. You’d kick some witch ass, burn some spell books, and you’d all be on your way back home in no time.

Together. With no man left behind. No one abandoned.

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“Nice place they’ve got here...”

The words left you as you eyed the farmhouse with wide eyes. When you heard the boys call it that you’d pictured something out of The Hills Have Eyes. Dilapidated and falling apart, maybe with some rusty trucks littering the lawn to complete the aesthetic. Not a freaking mansion!

Looking from the house to the two hunters you couldn’t help the little confused stutter that left you. Gesturing towards the house that was only barely visible through the trees where you’d parked the car.

“They have a swimming pool! A fucking pool! We’re the good guys right? Where’s my mansion,” You groaned as you waved at the house again, watching Dean’s shoulders shake in barely contained laughter as you frowned in obvious envy.

“It’s not theirs (Y/N). Don’t forget, witches don’t exactly do things the right way,” Sam chuckled with a warm soft smile. Your little overreaction smoothing out some of the worry lines on his forehead and soothing the trepidation in his eyes. Being able to make him smile was always been your favourite thing in the whole world. At least it had been for as long as you’d known the youngest Winchester.

Giving the farmhou… Fucking villa, one last envious look, you followed the boys to the back of the Impala. The earlier laughter completely dying down as soon as Dean popped the boot open and started handing you your weapons. It might only be two witches. But you were sure to make yourself a walking, talking arsenal. Carefully packing extra bullets and blades in every available pocket. As you busied yourself by filling the chamber of your revolver with the witch killing bullets, your eyes strayed back to Sam.

Instead of focusing on the task at hand, his eyes were on the farmhouse in the distance. A strange mix of longing and worry painting his eyes a darker colour as he saw what a house, a home, should look like. Albeit a bit on the grander scale.

Your hands trembled as you forced the last bullet into the chamber of the gun. Physically flinching from pain as the recognition hit you. Though it was bigger than normal, that farmhouse was a visual reminder of what Sam Winchester didn’t have.

Sure, you had the Men of Letters bunker. But it was both a base of operations and sometimes also a prison. The dark rooms were walls closing in on you, shutting out the light and the world that kept hurdling forward without you. It was a necessity, no matter how much you were trying to make it a home. Something open like that mansion… Hell, that was just asking for trouble.

Yet, to Sam, the perfectly manicured lawns and the beautifully bright house was like something out of a fairy tale. One with only happy endings and no monsters hiding in the shadows. A dream where no one ever left him, no one thought he was useless, no one died. A safe space where he could smile and relax, where he didn’t have to be perfect all the time.

Watching him stand there, gazing at the house, you could tell he was imagining a different kind of life. A safer life. Though you knew he’d never give up on the hunt. Not if it meant other people would lose their loved ones. Because Sam knew loss. Better than anyone else you’d ever met.

Sam was moulded by loss, shaped by it. His softness slowly but surely sharpened, as wave after wave of pain, lost friends and turned backs walking away from him, crashed into his life and destroyed the mountain fortress he had tried to build around his heart. Until the walls crumbled, leaving just the man, afraid and alone, clinging onto the last of his humanity to keep from falling into the dark waves below.

Loss for Sam was more than just heartbreak. He seemed to believe his soul, the thing that made him human, was only surviving due to the humanity of those around him. That, if the last of the people close to him abandoned him, he would somehow fall, and become a monster. Become less than human and once more lose his soul.

But you saw the truth. Sam was human and he was beautiful for it. Yes, the memories of past loss lingered, and they cast shadows across the warm bright light in your life that was Sam Winchester. Still, they also made the good moments shine brighter. A spotlight in the shadows illuminating that there was still good in the world.

Warm smiles and hesitant sunshine eyes. That was the Sam you’d fallen in love with.

“Hey...” Your voice was soft and low as you slid up silently next to him to look at the house. Yet, he still jumped slightly as he tore his eyes off the mansion that was playing the part of picket fences and pies cooling on windowsills in his mind.

“(Y/N), I’m…” Sam sounded guilty and worried as he tried to get what you guessed was an apology out. Guilty for his temporary daydream, and worried you’d blame him for it. That more people would abandon him if he was anything less than 100% perfect.

“You know, I bet cleaning that place is hell. The electricity bill has to be through the roof. And swimming pools are overrated, I prefer lakes any day,” You said, keeping your voice light as you spoke over his attempted, and unnecessary, apology. Allowing yourself a small hidden smile when the man you love rewarded your efforts with a soft laugh.

“And it probably has a ton of freakish art,” Sam said backing you up, grateful eyes crinkling in a smile as he glanced down at you.

“Clown art,” You said with a teasing gasp. Suppressing the laughter that threatened to inform the witches of your approach as Sam shuddered.

“Shut up (Y/L/N),” Sam groaned, a big hand going up to run through his hair, as if he was combing the last of the repulsed shivers out of it.

“Yeah, yeah Winchester. Go get your weapons, we’ve got some witches to hunt,” You grinned back, bumping your shoulder into the big guy, though you barely even moved him.

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“You don’t have to…”

“Yes, I do Sam,” You sighed, unwilling to go through the same song and dance again as you closed in on the house. Your plan had been revised to fit the size of the place. Which meant you’d all have to split up and go your separate ways in an effort to get a jump on them.

These witches were tricky. They weren’t going to risk a straight up fight with the Winchesters. They’d either run or try to get the jump on you if you gave them any opportunity. So, there was no way you could leave any of the main three entrances untouched. You were only three people however, so the three main doors would have to do. You couldn’t cover everything.

You weren’t exactly going in blind. But it wasn’t the airtight plan you’d have wanted it to be either. Especially now that you had to split up from Sam and try to find him again inside the damned country singer’s wet dream of a farmhouse/mansion. All while also keeping an eye out for any nouveau witch that would attempt to get the drop on you.

Fun.

But you were hunters. You had a plan. Or at least an entry strategy. Plus, you had enough witch killing bullets to take down half the cast of Harry Potter if they tried to magic you away.

Dean would go through the screen door by the pool. Your best friend, the man who constantly acted like the world’s shield and sword, taking the most likely exit route by the witches. And also, the most likely gathering point; since you’d spied the living room there on your way down from the Impala.

So now it was up to Sam and you to decide who went in the front versus who would sneak in around the back. Though, as the youngest Winchester seemed too busy trying to talk you out of it. The choice was up to you.

Weighing your two options you looked up at the man you loved. Worry sinking in now that you knew you wouldn’t be there to watch his back. Not until you met back up with him inside the house.

Yet, you knew you’d find him.

The mansion could be a freaking labyrinth, and you’d still find him. You, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) would never abandon Sam Winchester. Even if the world turned against the two brothers and you, you were there to stay.

“Alright, then…” You sighed, steeling yourself as you rechecked the chamber of your revolver and made sure every weapon was tightly packed against your body. It was time to go hunt yourself some witches.

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Make your choice below to move the story along:

Which way do you go?

[Go through the front door] or [Sneak around back]

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Confused or New to Choices? Start Here Choices is an interactive Supernatural choose your own adventure story where you pick your Winchester brother and go on a hunt for one of 8 different endings in total. Four for Sam and four for Dean (2 happy and 2 bad endings per brother). Go to the intro to start your story!

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