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huntertales · 4 years

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Part One: Slippery Little Snake. (Dog Dean Afternoon S09E05)

Episode Summary: While investigating two bizarre murders, Y/N and the boys realize there is an eyewitness to both gruesome deaths--a German Shepard. Anxious to find out what monsters they are dealing with, the three look up a spell that can help communicate with the dog. When Dean decides to be the one to perform the spell, he quickly realizes it comes with side effects no one saw coming. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 4,356.

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“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Best cure of all.”

You grimaced at the sight of Dean’s infamous hangover cure he swore was the key to getting over the consequences of drinking from the previous night before. You and the boys had given Kevin a chance to cut loose and enjoy himself away from his responsibilities in hopes it might help make the kid feel more refreshed. Only it seemed the opposite reaction happened. Kevin complained of a headache that wouldn’t go away and feeling nauseous to the point he feared he might throw up. You didn’t think he would have taken it so hard, and he was such a lightweight. Luckily through the complaints of an upset stomach and how the room spinned he managed to keep down the food you offered him.

Dean suggested an infamous Winchester speciality that might be able to kick this hangover in its ass, his own words. You watched in disturbance as Kevin drank two glasses of the stuff. The sight made you flashback to your younger pre-hunting days where you were a lightweight compared to the way a Winchester could handle their alcohol. Dean always could drink you under the table, not that you tried to keep up with him when you drank with him. The next morning you suffered the consequences almost exactly like Kevin had. Dean swore the drink he created helped. You swallowed it down and a few minutes later you threw up everything you had drank from the night before, and anything else that hadn’t digested yet. You admitted the stuff made you feel better. But you wouldn’t touch that stuff ever again.

You told Kevin to keep resting up and sleep off the hangover for a little while longer. When you were sure the kid was going to be fine on his own, you and Dean made your way to the war room where Sam had been occupying for a little while. He sat at the table with his laptop open and doing a little bit of research, hopefully accomplishing something better than the fiasco you had endured just a few minutes ago.

“Wow.” Dean’s approaching voice made his brother turn his attention away from the screen for a moment to see the both of you appeared to be beside yourselves in what you just went through. Sam gave you a confused expression, wondering what the problem was. “Kevin. Just poured some buffalo milk down his gob twice.”

“Buffalo milk?” Sam repeated what his brother just said, not exactly sure if he wanted to know where the man managed to get his hands on the suff. You sat on the edge of the table as Dean placed his hands on the back of an empty rolling chair next to his brother and leaned his body forward.

“Yeah, Dean’s infamous hangover cure-all. It’s apparently got everything in it. Except buffalo milk. God, the smell of it alone brought me back to my early twenties.” You mumbled, your nose scrunching up at the past memories you wished stayed buried. “Hopefully it’ll help Kevin from puking anymore of his guts out.”

“How is that kid still recovering from Branson?” Sam had seen his fair share of lightweights in his time, but there might have been nobody who couldn’t tolerate alcohol the way Kevin showed he wasn’t able to. You shrugged your shoulders from the lack of answers. The poor kid was a lost cause. You figured he would have taken the first chance he got to crawl into a bottle in some kind of attempt to bury the trauma that came from the chaos that ensued.

“What can I say? He’s an amateur.” Dean said. You scoffed as your reaction, feeling that was an understatement from the way you left the poor kid. “The slippery nipple shots at the Dolly Parton Dixie Stampede nearly killed the guy.”

“All right. Well, I got something that’s gonna get us back on the road.” Sam offered a change of subject to something he thought his brother might be interested in hearing. The older man took a seat next to him as you leaned over to take a quick peek at the screen, wondering what kind of case it was.

“Great.” You said. “I’ve been itching to stretch my legs and get out there again.”

Dean turned his head to your direction when you voiced your happiness of tagging along. The man was hesitant about letting you back out there after the favor Ezekial had done for him, and the warning of the consequences of furthering his stay. “You sure you’re ready for that?”

You furrowed your brow from his question, “Why would I not be ready for that?”

“Aren’t you kind of running on empty?” Dean asked in concern.

“Yeah, but the last three nights straight, I had eight hours of shut-eye. And for a hunter, that’s like twenty.” You tried to talk the man into letting you do your damn job without restrictions. You looked over at Sam to see the young man was hesitant himself about giving you the chance to tag along on a hunt. You rolled your eyes from the way they were acting. “Trust me, guys. I feel good.”

“Well, that’s great and all, but you’re still recovering from the trials. I think you ought to pace yourself, you know? And the sooner you heal…” Dean reminded you of a little fact he thought slipped your mind. You crossed your arms over your chest at the flimsy excuse he thought was going to work on you. When he trailed off and fell silent for a moment, you raised your brow in curiosity as to what he was going to say next. “Sam and I just want you back to your old self.”

“I am, guys. I know my body better than anyone else. Not to mention the fact that Kevin’s back on the heaven spell. Crowley’s locked up. We should be out there doing what we do best.” You said. The boys thought otherwise from their unspoken actions that said more than they were willing to admit. You rolled your eyes in annoyance as Dean leaned back in his seat and kicked up one of his legs to the table. The man tried to get a word into the argument, but you stopped him before he could. “Sammy, what’s this case you got for us?”

“Uh, a taxidermist named Max Alexander mysteriously crushed to death. Nearly every joint in his body dislocated, every bone broken.” Sam read off the gory details that caught his attention in the first place. “Poor guy is a human pretzel.”

“Tell me, Dean, what’s got that kind of strength?” You asked him, curious to see what his response was going to be since he had so much to say just a minute ago.

“A demonic luchador?” Dean made little effort into trying to make an education assumption to what might be the cause behind the out of ordinary death.

“Shop’s a couple hours away in Enid, Oklahoma.” Sam said. “We should at least check it out.”

“Unless the boss man thinks there’s some reason we shouldn’t.” You directed your gaze back over to the older Winchester to hear what he had to say. A smile crept to the edges of your lips from the way he fell silent. The response to his defeat. You slid off the table and back to your feet to get started on the packing that was ahead of you. Before you did, you wanted to make one thing clear. “Don’t forget the fact that I kicked your ass just the other day. And I’ll gladly do it again.”

You went on your way from stating the small fact you thought was enough proof to get you back on hunting without them worrying about your health. Dean let out a heavy sigh and ran a hand down his face from your ever growing stubborn behavior. “I swear, I don’t even know why I even bother with her.”

+ + +

You and the boys arrived in Oklahoma a few hours later, the first stop on your list was checking out the crime scene that was still crawling with cops. The first suspicious thing you noticed before even walking into the building was the threat painted on the front entrance of Max Alexander’s taxidermy business. “Die Scum” was written in all capital letters. Whoever painted the threat wanted to get their message across loud as possible. And someone made sure to keep to the painted words. You wondered if it was done by the same person. A few monsters liked to taunt their victims before going in for the thrill of the kill.

Sam noticed something in the letter M that was worth pointing out. You noticed it was an upside down triangle with what appeared to be a paw print. He snapped a quick picture with his phone for future research and headed inside with the rest of you. Taxidermy was something you didn’t give much of a second thought about. However when you stepped into Max’s business, you found yourself surrounded by endless animals of all sorts, all dead and stuffed for display. Animals’ heads mounted to the wall, birds frozen in mid flight, wild cats bearing their sharp fangs appearing as if they were ready to attack. There was some sort of strange craft to stuffing a dead animal and making it look realistic.

“Well, the creep factor just skyrocketed.” Dean mumbled, eyeing the dozens of dead animals surrounding him.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” A sheriff stopped the three of you, not sure who you were.

“How are you? I’m Special Agent Chaplin.” You introduced yourself to him, flashing your fake FBI badge to the man. “These are my partners Agent Michaels and DeVille.”

“The body’s already been to the morgue. Just wrapping it up with Dave Stephens. He’s the one who discovered the boy.” The sheriff explained. You looked over to see an older man leaning against the register, still distraught from the events he thought would have never happened in a million years. “Such a shame. I used to go hunting with Max. He was a real good egg.”

“Sorry for your loss.” Dean gave his condolences to the officer. “You mind showing my partner around? Agent Chaplin and I have a couple of questions for Mr. Stephens.”

The sheriff nodded his head and gestured for Sam to follow him into the next room where the murder took place. You and Dean approached the older man, figuring he might know a thing or two that might be helpful in discovering if this case might be worth your while.

“Dave Stephens?” You asked. You and Dean flashed your badges once again at the man, “My partner and I have got a couple of questions for you if that’s all right.”

“I’ll tell you whatever you need to know.” Dave responded without an ounce of hesitation. “Max was a real pal.”

“Hunting buddy?” You wondered. You smiled ever so slightly when you saw his expression immediately change into surprise from how you were able to answer correctly in one guess. You had a feeling it was a common hobby among the locals from the sight of this place. “So, about what time did you discover the body?”

“About nine A.M.—my usual pickup time.” Dave answered. “I come in every Wednesday and Sundays to collect the entrails.”

You furrowed your brow from the terminology. “The entrails?”

“The animal organs. After Max would dig them out and work his magic.” Dave said. “He was a real artist, you know?”

You discovered what kind of magic Max was able to do with the creatures he was given. You found your attention lingering away from the conversation for a moment when you spotted Sam exploring the man's collection. You quickly bit your bottom lip to keep a smile from spreading across your lips at the little creature he was holding that appeared to be dressed as a character from Game of Thrones. Sam amused himself from the expression that crossed his face. Dean found it nothing more than bizarre as to why a grown man would waste his time putting so much effort into such a thing.

“Strange thing is, though,” The both of you quickly turned your full attention back to Dave to hear what else he had to say, pretending as if you were distracted by something childish. “bins were empty this morning.”

“Why is that strange?” Dean asked.

“Well, because it’s a Sunday. Weekend hunts are pretty much a given in this neck of the woods, so they’re usually chock-full of guts.” Dave explained as to why it was out of the ordinary for him.

“Any chance Max could have cleaned them out himself?” You wondered.

“No. It’s a biohazard. You can’t just throw the stuff out.” Dave said. You were learning all sorts of things about animal organs today, more than you ever wanted in your entire life. “You gotta burn it.”

“Huh. The more you know.” You gave him a polite smile from his explanation you could have gone without. You looked over to the sheriff when he approached the three of you again. “Is there anything else missing from the shop?”

“No.” The sheriff said. “The register was full, and the safe was intact. And all of Max’s trophies were still on the walls.”

“And was there anybody else here when you showed up?” Dean asked.

“No one. No, other than the Colonel.” Dave chuckled and looked over his shoulder to Max’s pet. You felt a smile stretch across your lips at the sight of a German Shepard.

Sam finished up his search around the crime scene and headed back over to you and his brother. You smiled at the sheriff and Dave, excusing yourself and walking over to another part of the shop where there was nobody else around to have a private conversation of your own to discuss what you found. You had a feeling this was going to be a worthwhile case after all. Everything was adding up with unusual circumstances.

“Okay, so,” You stood with your back to the crime scene, catching up with the younger man about everything you were able to learn in the short time. “We’ve got a thief who’s jonesing for animal parts, we’ve got a pagan symbol, and we’ve got a human pretzel.”

“Yeah, it all sounds very witch-y, but I wasn’t able to find a hex bag.” Sam said, putting a hole in his own theory to what might be to blame for the taxidermist’s death.

“All right, well, let’s keep digging. But not here.” Dean suggested. He didn’t move right away. You noticed his eyes wandered up to a part of the shop that kept his attention. You followed his gaze to see the man was staring at a stuffed owl hanging up on a high shelf, its yellow eyes fixated on the huner in a way that made him uncomfortable. “I don’t like the way that one’s looking at me.”

You stifled a laugh from his paranoid behavior and softly nudged him in the arm to get moving. The three of you still needed to get settled into a motel and started on research to figure out what was the cause of Max Alexander’s death. You took one more curious glance at the owl before heading out the front door.

+ + +

“Okay, that symbol in the graffiti, it’s…not wiccan. It’s copywritten.” Sam worked right away on trying to figure out what the strange symbol you had seen back at the crime scene. The search took little effort into finding its source. You walked over to the man, dropping the shirt you pulled out from your bag you pulled out to change into and out of your fed clothes. He held out his laptop for Dean to take so the both of you could take a look at the homepage for yourselves. “Local animal rights group, Enid’s answer to PETA.”

“S.N.A.R.T.?” Dean read off the animal rights’ group and its terrible name they thought was a good idea. It stood for Showing No Animal Rough Treatment. You didn’t know if you should laugh or at least give them credit for trying to be original. “You gotta be kidding me.”

“Well, it makes sense that an animals-rights group would have an axe to grind with a taxidermist.” Sam said.

“Why?” Dean asked, not seeing the connection between the two. “The animals’ already dead.”

“Yeah, but hunters are what keep them in business.” You added on. “Now the question is, are those bleeding hearts actually witches or just hippies?”

Dean glanced up from the laptop screen and to you, proposing a question. “What’s the difference?”

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The difference between the two that one was capable of murder. You took doubt in the fact that a group of animal rights activists would go far as committing murder. But when you added the element of witchcraft that’s when the lines between right and wrong started to grow blurry. You and the boys decided to speak to a couple of the members after tracking them down to a vegan bakery called Gentle Earth. Business was booming with customers enjoying a plant-based meal inside and passing by a couple of women walking out with a cup of all organic and overly expensive coffee, ethically sourced you guessed.

“Always knew I’d find the source of all evil at a vegan bakery.” Dean muttered. The man felt out of his element from the people he was surrounded by.

Sam sniffed the air, finding an odor he couldn’t place his finger on. “What’s that smell?”

“Patchouli. Yeah, mixed with depression from meat deprivation.” Dean said. You rolled your eyes from the way he was acting in such an immature fashion. His strong beliefs were radical as those who thought eating animal products were cruel and unusual. The man drew your attention to the front counter when he spotted the owners waiting on a few customers. He was quick to point out a fashion accessory that was a bit odd from the setting that didn’t require them. “Hey. You know who wears sunglasses inside? Blind people. And douchebags.”

You let out a quiet sigh and shook your head from the way he was acting, heading up to the counter to have a discussion with the owners. “Olivia and Dylan Camrose?” You asked the couple. Olivia nodded and smiled. “You two are members of S.N.A.R.T, correct?”

“Founders and co-presidents, actually.” Olivia corrected you about the role they played in the activist group. She playfully bumped shoulders with her husband, both of them sharing matching smiles from the hard work they loved doing. Olivia reached out and grabbed a brochure that was kept near a display of their desserts, presuming all of you were curious for being part of a good cause. “Can we interest you in some literature?”

You politely shook your head. “Or a flaxseed scone?” Dylan asked. You looked down at the pastry that appeared to be tasty at first glance, until you heard the lack of ingredients that made it vegan. “It’s wheat-free, gluten-free, sugar-free, and surprisingly moist.”

“Let me stop you right there.” Dean was quick to end this conversation before he could get roped any further into this hippie lifestyle he wanted nothing to do with. He pulled out his badge to flash it at the couple and got to the reason why you were here in the first place. “We’re here to investigate the death of Max Alexander, a local taxidermist.”

Olivia placed the brochure to the counter, her body growing stiff at the unexpected news. “He’s…dead?”

“You knew him?” You asked.

“Ish. Um…” She glanced over to her husband before finishing her response. “small town.”

“Well, he was murdered last night, and a S.N.A.R.T. logo was found at the crime scene.” Sam informed the couple. All though their eyes were covered with a pair of dark shades, the man could see the couples’ body language change in a way that made him suspicious. “You two wouldn’t have to know anything about that, would you?”

The couple thought it would be best for everyone to move this conversation somewhere else. All of you moved to an empty table in the middle of the bakery to hear their side of the story and fill in the gaps of that night.

“His business is funded by hunters. And you know how hunters are.” Dylan immediately lost you from the point he was trying to make. He was more than happy to elaborate on his view of them. “They’re selfish dicks who define themselves by what they kill.”

You had to admit you were a little offended by their presumption, despite the type of hunters who they were talking about was the complete opposite of what you did. “And as animal advocates, we couldn’t stand for that.” Olivia added on.

“So, you killed him?” Sam questioned the couple.

“Of course not.” Olivia said. She was awfully quick to shoot down the accusation that was simply false. “S.N.A.R.T. doesn’t tolerate violence.”

“Huh. This is coming from a couple who spray-paints death threats.” Dean said, bringing up the red flag that seemed out of character for someone who advocated for the complete opposite for animals lives.

“It was a scare tactic.”Dylan defended himself. “We just wanted to spook him.”

“Turns out we were the ones who got spooked.” Olivia admitted. You wondered exactly what she meant by that, causing her to elaborate even further on her story. She passed a glance over at her husband, who nodded his head, feeling it was the right thing to do in order to set the record straight. “Well, last night, when we were tagging the joint, we heard this noise.”

“A hissing noise.” Dylan added.

“It freaked us out, so we ran into the alley.” Olivia continued on.

“But someone attacked us.”

“Sprayed us in the eyes with mace.”

“And it's not like we could go to the cops.”

“So, now we look like total douchebags because we have to wear our sunglasses inside.” Olivia gave the reason why the couple was forced to wear the dark shades indoors, making them feel exactly like what Dean had said earlier. You didn’t even bother looking over at the older man to see his smug smile at his judgement that turned out to be right.

The couple took off their sunglasses to show the damage that had been done to them from the surprise pepper spray attack. You winced at the scarring around their eyes that sure didn’t look like it was caused by something like pepper spray. It almost appeared to be acid burns from the extent of the physical damages. Dean subtly wagged his index finger, signaling for them to put the shades back on after finding the burns a little too uncomfortable to keep staring at.

+ + +

You did a little research of your own after you made it back to the motel and changed out of your fed clothes for some jeans and a shirt. Something about the burn like wounds the couple had gotten didn’t seem to add up. And you were right about your suspicions.

“Necrosis?” Dean read off the medical term you discovered, wondering what it meant.

“Premature death of tissues—that’s why their eyes were all messed up.” You said. “And it’s not caused by mace.”

“All right.” Dean twisted off the cap to his beer and tossed it to the sink. He leaned over your shoulder and placed a hand on the table to steady himself in doing so. He read off the medical information about black eyes from the page you pulled up. "What causes it?"

“Right here.” You placed a finger on the screen and began to read off something from the paragraph that might explain the reason behind the couples’ painful looking burns. “‘Blunt force, radiation, venom.’”

“As in ‘snake’?” Dean guessed from the sounds of it.

“The taxidermist was constricted. Olivia and Dylan heard hissing, and they were sprayed in the eyes. By venom. Sounds snake-y to me. I say if it does turn out to be that, we should skin it and turn it into a fabulous pair of boots.” You suggested. Dean chuckled at your joke, taking a seat from across from you at the table. “Bet S.N.A.R.T would love that.”

“Okay, so…what are we talking here,” Dean said, deciding to get serious for a moment to try and figure out what you might be hunting. “Some sort of freaky-ass snake monster?”

“Maybe.” You mumbled. You fell silent for a moment trying to figure out how all of this added up to make proper sense with what knowledge you had about the reptilians. “The weird thing is snakes either envenomate or constrict. No snake does both.”

“Correction,” Dean said. “freaky-ass mega-snake monster.”

You quietly chuckled to yourself before throwing out your best guess as to what it might be. “It could be a vetala.”

“Yeah, but they’re not afraid to sink their fangs in. Taxidermist was bite free. It doesn’t really fit the profile.” Dean reminded you about the small detail. You nodded your head. A sigh fell from your lips at the lack of leads you had at the moment. Dean came to your rescue of adding another pair of hands to the night of research ahead for you and Sam. “Call Kevin. Have him look some stuff up.”

You shut your laptop and reached for your phone when you decided to do just that. It wouldn’t hurt to have an extra set of hands on the case while you figured out what you were hunting. You just hoped the poor kid still wasn’t feeling hungover. The internet only had so much information at your fingertips, the Men of Letters’ library would hopefully have the answers you were looking for. You needed to find out and quick, before another life could be taken.

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struggling-adultfangirl · 5 years

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Donde Estas Corazon Ch. 6

Sam Winchester x Plus Size Reader

Summary: You’ve known the Winchesters for a while and now that you’re helping them with a case, some unresolved feelings and secrets come to the surface.

Warnings: None really... well some people get killed but it's not bloody

Word Count: 1,366

After closing the door to Deans room and heading back to yours, you and Sam had been making out on your bed like teenagers. “You know, you’re stuck with me now. I really don’t plan on letting you go.”

“Jokes on you Y/N, I made that decision about 3 years ago. You have jack on me.” Sam laughed.

“Jack?”

“Jack you know? Like nothing?”

“I'm gonna skip over the fact that you just assumed I didn’t get that reference,’ you jumped out of bed and walked over to the map that you had unfolded on the tiny kitchen table. “Sam, Jack! Jack is the key!”

“Okay now I have no idea of what you’re talking about.”

“I looked into the area where there had been jewelry break ins and there is a corner at the end of main street and first where a bunch of jewelers are located. Guess which is the only one that wasn’t hit?” “Jacks?”

“Wrong! Well not really, it is technically called Patricias Family Jewelers, but her husband is named Jack. We need blue prints, soon. Now. Like yesterday if I’m being honest.”

“You think they have the dragon?” Sam asked walking towards you.

“No Sam, I think that they’re the dragons, they rolled into town like 3 months ago and that was about the time that strange things started happening in town.”

“We don’t even know if the sword that Dean got will even kill them and we still don’t know what they’re doing with the virgins.” “Doesn’t matter, we need to even know if I’m right, but it’s the only thing that makes sense. Dragons are pack animals and hoarders. A family that owns a jewelry store and you saw what the inside of their house looks like, they have to be involved in this.” “Okay, sure,’ Sam stood up from the bed, “Let's get to it.”

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“Oh my god Sam you have to look at this!” You yelled as soon as you got through the threshold of the motel room. You had the blueprints for Patricias Jewelers open in front of your face and set it down on the table.

“What are we looking at… this looks like a bunch of lines and measurements?”

“These lines and measurements are the giant basement that is underneath Patricias jewelry store.”

“How did you even get those plans Y/N?” Dean asked coming out from the bathroom. “I went to talk to the city clerk yesterday and he did not like me.”

“Well sometimes you just have to be nice to people Deano” you said with a wink.

“He was into you wasn’t he?”

“He was totally into me! All I had to do was use my damsel in distress voice and he was happy to help!” You said with a laugh and Sam cleared his throat, you looked up to look at him and saw that he looked jealous. “Sammy are you jealous?”

“What? No, you did what you had to do and it worked.” You shrugged off his comment and pointed back at the blueprints, “Look at the insane amount of space these people have under their shop… its bigger than the store thats above ground, they have to be our monsters. Are you guys ready to head out?”

“Shouldn’t we have a backup just in case the miracle sword doesn’t work?”

“We still have holy oil, we can always burn those bitches” Dean suggested.

“We really don’t have anything better” you shrugged.

—

The blueprints also luckily showed all of the sewers that were near the underground basement that Patricia and her family had access to and you were really glad that made it easier to get inside. You have always hated small places and the sooner you got out of the sewer the better. As soon as you got to a service entrance, you could hear noises coming from the inside and looked back to see if the boys had heard the noise as well. Dean nodded and you moved out of the way so he could kick down the door. “Please, please just let me go home. I don’t even know why I’m here, but if you let me leave I won’t tell anyone. Please, please” you heard a girl begging in a low voice a few feet away from you and you headed in her direction. You had assumed that since it was a huge basement you would have entered a big room, but it had been modified to look like a maze with narrow hallways. “Hello? Are you Tara?”

“Yes! I’m Tara, who are you?” You saw her fingers through a grate and figured the door was set up to look like a part of the wall. Quickly finding the lock keeping the door shut you opened it and pulled the door open., “I’m Y/N, I am here with two other people and we’re here to save you. Are you okay is anything broken?”

Before she could answer you were interrupted by a voice, “Wow, Mom said we couldn’t have you since you came to visit us at the house, but since you came to us… I guess that makes you free game.” You looked up to see one of Patricias sons looking down at you and he pulled you up by your arm. “You’re gonna make me real happy… look at you. I could feed off of you for days, use you for months.”

“Yeah you wish lizard face!” You spat at him and he slapped you. You yelled and he used that distraction to pick you up and left Tara where you had found her. “Sam! Dean! You yelled hoping that they could hear you and find you.”

“Y/N!” You could hear them yelling and hoped that they would find you soon. You started kicking and throwing your arms around hoping that you assailant would drop you. His grip only tightened until he dropped you down on a bed and started hand cuffing you to it. “You’re going to be so good I can’t wait.”

“Fuck you!” You yelled back pulling against the restraints.

“You know I never understood why people in this century were so obsessed with being as thin as possible. Back when we were young, well created,’ the creature mused, ‘there were so many plum virgins running around, making it so easy for us to take one and no one would even notice. It was a side effect of the time I’m assuming, but now everyone with their “hook up culture” and diets, there isn’t any good virgins around.” His eyes flashed orange as he looked you up and down, “I don’t even plan on sharing you with the others… you’re all mine baby.” His eyes seemed to get even more orange and his teeth were starting to get longer before he looked down and saw that he had been stabbed. Looking up in shock he saw Dean uncuffing you from the bed and Sam had been the one to stab him. “Are you alright Y/N?” Sam asked removing the last restraint from your leg.

“Yeah of course, thank god for bad guys and their love for monologuing right?” You said with a small laugh. “We need to get Tara and get the hell out of here. Did you guys run into any other family?”

“Yeah we got this jerk and the other son. Patricia and her husband must be up at the shop and we have to get them.”

“Son of a bitch, okay lets go.”

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You managed to find Patricia and kill her, but also figure out that her husband had not been married to her willingly and he was just as much a victim as Tara was. As much as a victim as you almost were. Almost. After dropping Tara off with her mom at the hospital you and the boys headed to the motel. “Well I don’t know about you guys, but I could use a shower, many drinks, and so much sleep I want to be tired of sleeping. Not necessarily in that order.”

“How about you shower and meet us back here so we can get a drink?” Dean asked chuckling.

Look who finally decided she would sit down and write a new chapter for her fic... it me! I have half of the next chapter written and I do think it’s gonna be the last one! :’( As always feedback makes the world go round! Let me know what you guys think!

#this was a lot of fun to write #maybe i had too much coffee though #anyways I wanted to put this up as soon as possible #let me know what you think #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x plus size reader #sam winchester fic #kat writes

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hekate1308 · 6 years

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Shared Joy, Double Joy

Drowley AU - Crowley is a demon who happens to possess a mechanic called Dean Winchester. Enjoy!

Dear God, pathetic doesn’t even begin to cover it –

Dean blinked. Or rather, he tried to blink, found that he had no control over his body, and stayed rather remarkably calm once he realized.

He’d never felt like anything like this before. He was most definitely moving, but he hadn’t decided to do so; furthermore, the street he was walking down was nowhere near his home –

What the hell, is this Vegas? he exclaimed without actually saying the words. He’d have to figure out later how this was possible.

Or not.

Because a strange kind of silence followed the sentence in his mind, almost as if he were talking to someone and they were studying him...

You should definitely not be awake, the same voice he had heard a moment ago declared. For some reason, even though “hearing” was an exaggeration, considering it was more like they were... thinking in Dean’s head without permission, he knew they had a British accent. And didn’t that make everything even more confusing.

What do you mean? I am awake!

Yes, and you shouldn’t be. Don’t make me repeat myself, it’s particularly annoying.

It’s particularly annoying, he mocked them before demanding, What is going on?

What then followed would probably have best been described as a struggle, if he had been able to move his limbs and he had actually been fighting anyone. At the end of his, he was panting... in his mind. And the silence that ensued felt more... intrigued than anything else.

I have to admit I am surprised, the voice then told him.

He snorted. Great. Now, what’s going on?

They sighed. Since I can’t seem to put you under – and really, that is quite interesting, I have to say – I’m a demon and am currently possessing you.

What!?

Demon. Me. Possessing. You.

If he could have rolled his eyes, he would have. Demons don’t –

He didn’t finish the thought because, if he hadn’t spontaneously gone insane (and this certainly didn’t sound like any kind of crazy he’d ever heard of) he was possessed.

Knew you weren’t half as mentally deficient as you believe yourself to be.

Fine, okay, so you’re a demon. But why would a demon possess me? Dean always thought demons were supposed to tempt people, and he certainly didn’t need any help in the immorality or vice department.

Had to lie low for a while.

Oh? What gives?

He figured he might as well get the whole story since there wasn’t much he could do. He was still pretty calm about this whole thing. Maybe he was hooked up on some kind of demon juice?

Demon juice? Now they sounded indignant. What do you take me for?

How about you tell me?

They sighed. Fine. If you have to know –

It’s my body, figure I’ve got the right –

Do you want to hear this or not?

Dean was silent.

I’m a crossroads demon. The best in the business.

Wow, aren’t we humble.

Just telling the truth, darling.

Fine. But if you’re that good at your job, why are you here... in me, then? Shouldn’t you be haunting some crossroads forcing some poor smug to make a deal?

I never force anyone to make a deal with me. And I had to leave Hell for a while. There were... complications.

Like union-strike complications or slept-with-your-bosses-wife complications?

I... angered Lucifer.

Wait, you upset the literal devil?

I didn’t set out to do so. But the fact is, we disagree on a lot of things. And so I decided to lay low for a few weeks at least. And just my luck, I happen to possess the down-on-his-luck mechanic with as many mummy and daddy issues to sort through as the day is long.

Hey –

If it makes you feel better, my mother was a witch.

Why would you want to make me feel better?

Excellent question. They sounded almost... puzzled.

Any chance I can get you to get out of my noggin?

None. Like I said, I have to lie low.

Then what are we doing in Vegas?

Excellent spot for making deals.

That’s not exactly lying low though, is it? He pointed out smugly.

I just wanted a bit of money to live as I am used to –

Again, lying low? This ain’t it, buddy.

A pause. Then – Name’s Crowley.

Dean Winchester. But I figure you already know that.

Indeed I do.

Any chance you haven’t been all over my brain finding out every last thing you can about me? Another pause. That’s a no then.

You should be honoured. Humans normally don’t interest me.

And what makes me special?

Crowley didn’t answer. He – for some reason, Dean was convinced that he was talking to a guy – instead suddenly declared rather dramatically, I suppose we will have to return to your rat-infested apartment then.

That was two years ago, and I handled it.

You could afford better, but you don’t. Why?

Dean mind-shrugged. What’s the point? I mostly use it for sleeping, anyway.

Because you’ve been doing so much of that lately. I can tell you’re exhausted, and this isn’t even my body.

Exactly! How about you don’t go “Look at your life, look at your choices” while you are out here possessing people? Wait, what time is it? I gotta go to work.

If you think I am actually going to that dingy little shop to placate your whining idiot of a boss by working on the cars of douche bags who don’t even recognize what talent is being thrown away at –

Sorry to tell you, but I am still here, still awake, and I can and will annoy you. I need that job to pay for my rent.

He let that thought fester until Crowley asked, What are you suggesting?

I thought the best crossroads demon out there would recognize an offer when he heard one, Dean answered, wondering where he got that idea from. Then again, he was already possessed, what else was he supposed to do?

Eventually Crowley said, You have my attention.

The deal they struck went as follows: Dean wouldn’t try to throw Crowley out – he wasn’t quite sure how he would have gone about that, but it seemed like the safest option to agree – and he’d allow the demon to stay in his place and act as Dean Winchester half of the time, while he’d be able to control his body for the other half. After some more bickering, Crowley had reluctantly agreed that half the time meant half the time that Dean was awake, for he soon found that he could still sleep when he wanted. Of course he could have gone under while Crowley was in control, but he didn’t trust the demon that far.

He turned out to be a surprisingly easy house guest. Hell, he even did the dishes.

You like my burgers, don’t you, Dean told him one day.

They do taste better than those greased-loaded heart attacks waiting to happen you like to devour at least once a day, Crowley shot back. After a pause he added, You would make a good chef.

Ha bloody ha. Dean usually tried to imitate his accent when he annoyed him.

I mean it. Although don’t think I haven’t noticed what really interests you.

If he had actually been holding the plate Crowley was cleaning, he would have dropped it. We agreed. No snooping around in my subconscious.

I got all of that before you were ever aware I was here, darling.

Of course he had.

It was just a silly little day dream, is all.

I wouldn’t call a nursing degree silly.

It was nothing. Drop it.

Miraculously, Crowley did.

After a while, Dean didn’t consider it absolutely necessary to watch over every little thing Crowley said or did when he was in control, and he now and then dived back into his mind to listen to the music, read the books or watch the movies he’d memorized.

He realized that had been a mistake when he resurfaced one day just to check up on how things were going. Really, part of him had been relieved that their family lunch fell into Crowley’s time slot. Once upon a time, he had been glad to see Mom; but since he had realized that that she hardly listened to what he had to say, as opposed to Sam’s monologues about his job, he’d grown rather disenchanted with it all.

Plus, this time they were being introduced to Sam’s new girlfriend, and they usually only heard “mechanic”, assumed the worst and barely talked to him, so there was that.

And then he got back from watching The Untouchables and the first thing he heard coming out of his own mouth was –

“Slaughter-House Five is superior to Cat’s Cradle, but I still think the later is very fascinating –“

“Oh yes” the new girl, Sarah he remembered, replied enthusiastically, “The depiction of bokononism –“

Crowley!

I was fed up with being lectured or ignored. Also, your brother’s and mother’s expressions have been utterly hilarious. Plus, don’t pretend that’s not your opinion.

It is but –

“I didn’t know you liked to read” Mom said, looking puzzled.

“I’m a man of mystery.”

Sarah giggled. “I really have to congratulate you, Sammy.”

Only I get to call him that, Dean told him, even though he was trying his best not to laugh.

Crowley had been right about their expressions.

He supposed one little slip up couldn’t hurt.

And then Crowley got bored.

It had only been a matter of time, Dean supposed. Lucifer could apparently hold a grudge – no surprise there – and demons were not made to live quietly.

He was still somewhat surprised at how Crowley decided to occupy himself.

I wanted a burger and a beer.

Too bad, it’s my turn, and a salad and mineral water it is.

Not only was he making him eat rabbit food, he had also chosen a somewhat nicer diner than Dean would have for his lunch break.

But –

No buts, don’t you humans know how to take care of yourselves?

Dean decided it wasn’t worth the fight.

Crowley, when I said I needed to go clothes shopping –

Have you ever even looked in a mirror? And you waste those good looks on denim and flannel.

Dean stared at the shirts Crowley was going through. Are you flirting with me?

Told you you were not mentally deficient.

Yes, he decided, it was definitely better to concentrate on the shirts.

Why are we watching a few dozen idiots giving each other brain damage again?

Because, as you would say, it’s my turn and the Chiefs are playing. Be a good boy and you get to watch cricket when it’s yours.

You should know by now that I am far better at being naughty than nice.

Their conversations had taken on a decidedly flirty tone ever since that shopping trip, but Dean did his best not to notice.

He failed most of the time.

“There’s something different about you, lately” Benny suddenly announced.

Dean looked at him. “What do you mean?”

“Well, that shirt, for one. Looks good on you.”

“And I thought you were happily married –“

“Ha ha. But seriously, brother – you look good. Healthier, even.”

He shrugged. “Changed my diet up a bit.” Crowley would have nagged him forever if he hadn’t now and then eaten a salad voluntarily, now.

Benny frowned. “That’s not all though. But hey, whatever’s working for you – I’m just glad it does.”

Dean could hardly tell him that he had a demonic life coach.

I resent that description.

Sorry, your Highness, would you prefer live-in partner?

For once, Crowley shut up.

After a particularly gruelling day at the shop, Dean sank down in front of his laptop, biting his lip.

Go on. You know you want to.

I am just thinking about it.

Yes. You have been for weeks. Now for God’s sake do something about that!!!

He could have sworn Crowley actually sounded sincere.

And so he tiped Nursing School into the search bar.

“You are going to do what?” Sam asked, blinking.

“I am going to get a nursing certificate. The University of Miami offered me a scholarship. Doesn’t cover everything, but I should get by.”

Sarah was smiling brightly. “That’s wonderful, Dean!”

“I wanted it for a while” he admitted.

“Dean...” Sam hesitated. “If that’s truly what you want, then I’m glad too.”

Ugh. Heartfelt family conversations. How do you humans deal with that?

Mostly by not grunting when they happen.

How mind-numbingly dull.

Crowley –

Fine, fine, I’ll let you have your moment.

Dean was one year into the program, by this time having all but forgotten that sharing his mind with someone wasn’t exactly normal. He now and then had to catch himself, lest he answer to Crowley loudly and freak out someone, but other than that, he was pretty content.

So of course things had to go south.

Crowley had been strangely silent while he did his course work. Not that he didn’t let him do it; but he normally had more to say.

Then –

I have been checking out Hell while you were asleep.

Oh? The devil still on the war path?

No. I think I can return now.

Dean looked up from his papers, not for the first time wishing that he and Crowley could see eye-to-eye. What?

Face it, darling, I’ve done more than my due here, and don’t forget I am the king of the –

Crossroads, yeah, got it, Dean replied, a sinking feeling in his stomach making itself know. Crowley was leaving. Thanks for everything, I guess.

Yes, I – well, I guess that’s it. Bye.

And Crowley was gone.

Dean’s new apartment suddenly felt way too empty.

Five years later

“Ah, Dean.”

“Doctor Mills” he greeted her.

“How’s my favourite nurse?”

“Feeling like I can’t get out of this penguin suit quickly enough” he told her. Give him scrubs any day.

She laughed. “Sorry, you first have to smooch up to the donors. Come on.”

Benefit dinners were not exactly Dean’s idea of a good time, but he could gladly spent a few hours with some rich dude if it meant they got enough money out of it. He loved his job; he was certainly not going to look for a new one if he could help it.

The man Jody had told him was their biggest donor yet was talking to one of their neurosurgeons, but turned around as they approached.

Dean was taken aback. He had never seen the man before in his life, and yet there was something familiar about him, something he couldn’t quite place.

“May I introduce you to our best nurse, Mr. Crowley?” Doctor Mills asked and Dean swallowed, his throat suddenly dry.

It couldn’t be.

He had missed the demon, more than he was ready to admit; for a time, his head had felt so empty and silent, until he had slowly remembered that this was how it was supposed to be; and yet now and then he had wished – he wouldn’t even been able to say what for.

Crowley – stop that, it can’t be him – reached out to shake his hand. “Mr. Winchester.”

That voice. He would have recognized it anywhere. He cleared his throat and reciprocated. “Mr. Crowley.”

“I am very glad to meet you. Doctor Mills has been waxing poetry about you.”

“I am sure she over exaggerated my talents.”

“On the contrary” he said, his eyes sparkling.

When Doctor Mills left them, shooting Dean a glance that clearly indicated she’d picked up on the... tension between them, Crowley said, “Told you. Not mentally deficient at all.”

Good God. “Crowley, what are you doing here?”

“Donating to a hospital. Thought I would try to even things out a bit, you know, karma and all that.”

Dean snorted. “Right. And who’s that poor smug you’re possessing?”

“It’s a John Doe, and he was long gone; only the machines were keeping him alive. It’s just me in here.”

Dean felt strangely relieved, almost as if he had been jealous at the thought of Crowley possessing and constantly talking to someone else. “Not that I’m not glad to see you, but why are you here?”

Crowley grinned, somewhat unsettlingly – although Dean couldn’t deny that it looked attractive, too – “I just wanted to check up on an old investment of mine.”

“An investment, mh?”

“Oh yes. Spent quite a bit of time on that project a few years back, right after my priorities shifted.”

“Oh they did?”

“Yes. And so I decided to leave Hell and build up a worldly fortune for a bit.”

“And what do you think of your old... project?”

“I think it has been doing quite well in my absence.”

“So what now? Another check-in in five years?”

“I was actually thinking about staying here for a while.”

Dean grinned. “You’ll need someone to show you all the places worth seeing around here.”

“You think so?”

There was only one answer to give.

Half an hour later, Dean turned them around so it was Crowley being pressed against the wall of an empty hospital corridor for a change. “By the way” he asked in-between kisses, “How did you find such an attractive meat suit?”

“I’ve been inside of you darling, remember? I knew what to look for.”

Dean threw his head back and laughed, the sound echoing down the hallway.

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katymacsupernatural · 6 years

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Bad Day at Black Rock

Sam Winchester x Reader

3000 Words

This is a rewrite of the episode, Bad Day at Black Rock. It is loosely based off the episode, where I have taken quite a few liberties. This is written for @wi-deangirl77 and her Favorite Episode writing challenge. The chosen gif and quote are both highlighted in the story.

The Supernatural world surrounded you. Monsters and hunters. Legends and artifacts. They were your life, and you had known nothing else since you could walk. There had been times you had wished for more. A simple life, going to high school, finding a boyfriend and a normal job. But you enjoyed what you did, even if many people didn’t understand.

You weren’t a hunter, not even close. Your Dad had been a hunter, but more than that, he had been a collector of ancient artifacts. Artifacts hundreds of years old. Items that could kill a person with just one touch, or bring a person unmeasurable wealth. That was what you were interested in. Not the killing of the monsters, but the rare, valuable items that people would seek for a hefty price.

Now, ten years after your Father’s death, you had taken the name he had made for himself, and made an even bigger business with it. Sought out by people and monsters alike, it kept you on your toes, traveling back and forth across multiple continents, hardly ever making it back to your home, located in the upscale neighborhood of Queen, New York.

Another job, this one much closer to town. A lucky talisman, one told to bring great fortune to whoever held it, before turning to horrible luck. Your client, a wealthy man in Egypt had offered a seven figure number if you brought it to him by tomorrow evening. You hadn’t dared mention the bad luck turned to death factor, you hadn’t figured it was your place.

Hiring a couple of goons was easy enough. Simple humans who would do anything for a couple of bucks. It seemed simple enough, break into a forgotten storage unit, and bring back the box, unopened. But nothing in the Supernatural world was ever simple. The storage unit turned out to belong to the Winchesters, a notorious hunting family that you had only heard about. Guarded profusely by sigils and booby traps, your men had gotten hurt, but had grabbed the item nonetheless.

But instead of turning it over to you as instructed, they had kept it for themselves, opening the box and touching the blasted rabbit’s foot even though you had specifically told them not too. Frustrated, you had tossed together a quick overnight bag, climbing into your porsche, speeding the hour long drive towards that sleepy little town, knowing that you would have to get your hands dirty in order to meet your client’s deadline.

Sam’s POV

“What is that thing?” Dean asked me as we left that filthy apartment building behind us. Glancing down to where the item was clutched tightly in my hand, slowly relaxing my muscles to peer down at the fluffy white rabbit’s foot.

“I think it’s a rabbit’s foot,” I muttered. “Why the hell would someone steal a rabbit’s foot?”

“Beat’s me,” Dean grumbled as we climbed into the Impala. “All I know is my gun never freezes like that. Maybe it’s some sort of good luck charm.”

“Then why would it be locked in a spelled box?” I wondered out loud. “Why would Dad have it so covered in spells that it would be undetectable by most people.”

“I have no clue,” Dean mumbled, keeping his eyes, “But I’m starving. “Let’s get some food, and we’ll call Bobby. He’ll probably know what to do.”

After Dean made a quick stop at the gas station, we pulled into the parking lot of the local Biggerson’s. It was literally one of Dean’s favorite places to eat, especially on free pie days. As I sat next to Dean, reluctantly scratching the lotto tickets he kept handing me, he was on the phone with Bobby. “Yeah Bobby, it was this fluffy white rabbit’s foot…..Yeah, it was in a box.”

I scratched the next ticket, handing them to Dean, listening to his side of the conversation. As Dean sat there, listening intently, I climbed out of the car, needing to stretch my legs. My mind wandering, I noticed something in the weeds. Leaning down, I picked up the shiny Rolex, holding it out to Dean who was out of the Impala, still on the phone with Bobby. Giving me a thumbs up, he held out the scratch tickets, a huge smile on his face.

Shaking my head, I walked back to the Impala just as Dean hung up the phone. “So, what’s the verdict?”

“Bobby says that whoever’s holding the rabbit’s foot has the best of luck. And we’re talking finding money everywhere, everything goes your way,” Dean started explaining, holding up the scratch tickets. “Like this. Sammy, we’ve one 75,000 dollars!”

“What’s the catch?” I asked him, knowing there had to be. There had to be a reason this fluffy talisman had been locked up.

Dean frowned, letting me know my gut was right. “Well, as soon as the person loses it, their luck turns south. And we’re not just talking black cat crossing your path. We’re talking horrible luck until it kills you.”

Wrinkling my nose, I squeezed the foot. “Then I won’t lose it!”

With that assurance, Dean and I headed straight into Biggerson’s, right up to the host who was looking at us rather strangely. “Table for two,” I told him right before balloons started falling down, and he started clapping.

“Congratulations!” He exclaimed, holding up a huge sign. “You’re our 1,000 guest!”

Dean seemed caught up in the celebration, but I just made sure to hold on to the Talisman, waiting until we were finally seated at our table. “Wow, that’s the best,” Dean mumbled, his mouth full of pie. “We can have all the pie we want now, Sammy.”

Your POV

Walking into that apartment, you could immediately tell something was wrong. It took only a couple of minutes to find out my instinct had been right. One man was dead, the other completely distraught. The rabbit’s foot taken by a couple of men, leaving my deadline looming dangerously close. This client was not a man you wanted to get on the wrong side of.

After spending ten minutes with the distraught goon you had hired, you finally found out who the men were. Of course it was the Winchesters, you muttered to yourself, brushing your clothes free of dust before climbing into your car. You knew exactly where to find these Winchester’s. You just hoped you were clever enough to get away with it before they caught on to your little game.

Parking in the restaurant’s full lot, you reached into your backseat, pulling out your small little case you kept for emergencies. Inside were only the essentials. Makeup and colored contacts. A couple of wigs. Some name tags. Things that would get you in and out unnoticed.

Changing your h/c for a blonde wig, you added some red lipstick, a little blush to your cheeks. Subtle but enough to make you look like a different person. Taking a deep breath, you waited until the back door opened, slipping inside unnoticed.

The place was hopping, waitresses rushing back and forth. No one noticed when you picked up a tray, placing a coffee pot on it. With your eyes downcast, you made your way through the restaurant, unobtrusively looking for the two men who had the rabbit’s foot. You had searched them almost six months ago, needing to know as much about them as possible. Knowing that someday you would no doubt run into them. Your quick thinking had paid off, and know you easily recognized the two men sitting in one of the booths, Dean stuffing his face full of pie. It was the other man, with his shaggy mahogany hair, who was staring down at his laptop that you were interested in. He was handsome in his picture, his hazel eyes mesmerizing. Even from this distance, you could feel yourself being drawn to him. His shoulders were hunched, but you could see how broad they were, how strong. His legs were long enough he had to trouble fitting in the small booth. He was the most handsome man you had ever laid eyes on, but he wasn’t in your radar. Hunters were off limits, or that’s what you had always told yourself.

His hand was in his coat pocket, rustling with something inside, giving away where the location of the rabbit’s was. Taking a towel from the bus boy, you made your way to their table, relieved to see that Sam was drinking coffee. “Refill?” you asked him, pulling his attention from the laptop. His eyes were even more vibrant in real life, drawing you in, making you want to forget all about this rabbit foot. To actually get to know someone that wasn’t just another job. You knew if you had the chance, you could be happy with Sam, and you hadn’t even spoken a word to him.

“Yeah, that would be great,” he agreed, as you leaned forward, your arm brushing his shoulder. The touch alone made you blush slightly, a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. Your hand shook as you lifted the coffee pot, spilling the coffee over the table.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed, having no problem acting the silly girl with a crush around him. “Here, let me!” Taking the towel, you patted down his side and thigh, not missing the clench of the muscle underneath your hand before you slipped your hand inside his coat pocket, wrapping the towel around the rabbit’s foot. Wishing you didn’t have to do this to Sam, you stepped back, smiling down at him. You knew what this meant, that you were literally signing his death warrant, but if it wasn’t his, it would be yours. Giving him one more half hearted smile, you walked away, glancing back to see both men watching you walk away.

As soon as you were outside, you ripped the wig off, tossing it in the dumpster before climbing in your car. Feeling as if you had left your heart behind.

Sam’s POV

The moment the waitress had offered me more coffee, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. She was absolutely stunning, with her beautiful e/c and the smile tugging at her lips. I didn’t even notice at first when she spilled the coffee, but feeling her arm brush against me, I wanted to grab her hand and pull her into the seat with me. To learn everything I could about her.

It wasn’t until I watched her walk away that I realized she had taken something very important from me. The rabbit’s foot. “Dean, it’s gone!” I exclaimed, pulling my pockets out, finding nothing but lint. “The rabbit foot, it’s gone!”

“What..it must have been the waitress!” Dean muttered, both of us standing up and racing outside. As Dean continued forward, I felt myself slipping, falling straight down, scraping my knees and hands as I went.

Straightening back up, I turned to see Dean rolling his eyes. “I see the bad luck is starting. We need to get that back. And fast!”

I kept my hands to myself, not wanting to cause chaos in the Impala as Dean drove down the street, his jaw clenched. “This is not good,” he muttered, mainly to himself. Pulling into the first motel parking lot he came across, he parked, racing inside without another word. It was only minutes later he was back, a key in his hand, already on the phone with Bobby. Standing there nervously, I waited for Dean to finish the conversation, rubbing my foot along the grate on the floor. As he went to hang up, I felt my shoe slip off, falling down into the gutter, where I couldn’t reach it. “What’s wrong now?” He asked, as I stood there, feeling horrible. Everything that could go wrong was, and I had no idea how to handle it.

“I lost my shoe,” I mumbled, my lip pouting.

“That’s why you’re going to stay here,” he insisted, opening the door to our room. Stepping inside, he placed a chair in the middle, pointing to it. “You’ll sit in that chair, and you won’t touch anything. I’ll go find that blonde witch, who Bobby named as Y/N, and get the rabbit’s foot back.”

Without another word, he left, and I sat down in the chair, my nose itching but I refused to touch it.

Your POV

Feeling victorious, you placed the rabbit’s foot down on your counter, pulling your phone out to text your client. Once that was done, you took one of your favorite bottles of wine, planning on celebrating a little early.

Popping the cork, you almost missed the sound of your front door opening. Leaning down, you reached into your wine cabinet for your hidden gun when you heard Dean’s voice. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he called out, and you reluctantly straightened.

“Dean, please,” you tried pleading with him. “If I don’t get this to my client, I’m going to die.”

He didn’t seem touched by your words. “Well, if I don’t get it back, then Sam’s going to die. And I care more about Sam then I do you.”

Your gaze must have shown were the rabbit’s foot was, because Dean lunged for it just as you did. His long limbs reached it before you could, holding it up victouriously. “Sorry sweetheart. I know Sam seemed to like you, but right now all I’m worried about is him staying safe.”

“Wait, let me come with you,” You pleaded, surprising both of you. “I can’t stay here. My client will send his bodyguards to kill me.”

Dean sighed, rubbing his hand through his hair, trying to decide if I was playing with him. “Fine. But if you even try to touch the foot, you’ll…”

He didn’t need to finish. “I know. And I want you to take it to Sam. I don’t want his luck to turn bad. Believe it or not, I do care if he survives.”

“Then let’s get going! I don’t want him on his own any longer than necessary. Who knows what could have happened already.”

Riding in the Impala with Dean was full of plenty of awkward silence. You sat there nervously, your hands clenched in your lap, never once trying to reach over and take the talisman from Dean. It seemed like he started to believe you halfway through the ride, finally turning to you, engaging you in conversation. “So, you like to sell cursed objects?”

“No, I don’t like to sell cursed objects,” you objected. “I procure rare and unique objects, selling them to the highest bidder.”

“Why?” He asked simply.

“Because I like the items. I like the beauty of them. The history. I also like the money I make,” you started explaining. “My dad, he was a hunter and a trader. I didn’t like the guns, or the deaths, so I turned to this aspect of it.”

“So, maybe you aren’t so bad after all,” he chuckled.

By this time he was pulling up to a run down motel where you could immediately see something was going on in one of the rooms. The curtain was ripped down, a man standing there with a gun in his hands. “Dean, the room!” you exclaimed, racing out of the car, heading towards the room where you knew Sam had to be. With his long legs, Dean beat you to the door, pushing it open, stopping in the doorway. Running into his back, you peered around him to see Sam tied up, blood pouring from his nose.

“What’s she doing here?” Sam asked, seeing you behind his brother.

“She switched sides,” Dean answered. “Now how about you guys let go of my brother?”

“I don’t think so,” the one man muttered, holding a gun. “This is fate, I was brought here to kill Sam Winchester.”

“Not today. Because I’m holding the lucky charm,” Dean told them, picking up a pen from the table, throwing it straight in front of him, both of you watching in amazement as it stuck in the gun’s barrel.

“Did you see that?” Dean exclaimed. “I’m Batman!”

“Yeah, you’re Batman,” Sam answered sarcastically as you threw a remote, hitting the other man in the head, knocking him unconscious as Dean knocked the other one out.

Racing over, you untied Sam, gently cupping his cheek. “Are you okay?” you asked him, searching his face.

“Yeah,” he answered, his gaze connecting with yours. “But why did you come back?”

“I couldn’t be the reason for your Death. I know we don’t really know each other, but…”

“I felt it to,” he answered.

“I hate to break up this touching scene, but Bobby told me of a way to get rid of this Rabbit’s foot, and break the curse. Shall we?”

Sam looked your way, and you nodded. “Maybe afterwards, I can take you out for dinner? Actually have a chance to get to know each other.”

“I’d like that,” you answered, reaching for and grasping his hand in yours. “But first, let’s break this string of bad luck.”

The two of you began walking towards the door, when you felt Sam start to drag you down. Turning in time to see his foot tangled up in the bedspread, his large frame heading straight for the floor, taking you with him. He rolled, taking the brunt of your fall, with you landing on top of him. Your body was completely on top of him, both of you chuckling softly. “Maybe we let Dean complete the ritual, you and I stay here where we can’t get into as much trouble?”

“That sounds like a better plan,” you agreed, not wanting to move.

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senpaisatanwolnotimaginepage · 3 years

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FBI guys- requested

It all started when i was taking nudes wearing a langirie that i bought, and i noticed my lights flicker on and off, there was a strange smell coming from the corner of my room and i called the police really fast,

"um i need help, i think something is in my house" i said and then closed the phone, after a few minuets, there was a knock on the door, i opened it and found two men standing there.

"Mam" the short green eyed man said. "I'm office Lahey and this is officer Rakeb" they both showed their badges,

"oh thank you for coming" i said showing them inside

They walked in "what seems to be the problem mam?" Officer Lahey asked not taking his eyes of off me

"Um i was taking pictures and noticed there was something off" i said looking down and noticed that i was wearing not much,

dean was a little blown away by what she just said, he couldn't help but stare at my stunning body, wondering if i even knew I not wearing anything except my lingerie?

"what kind of pictures" he asked, he couldn't help but smirk

"um well.. i was taking nudes" i said blushing a little and noticing him eyeing me down

he noticed my face turning a little red, he couldn't help but smile, he was trying to keep a straight face but it wasn't easy. "Mam, did you notice anything out of the ordinary? Like maybe cold spots, or flickering lights?"

"Um yeah... as i was taking the nude, i felt something really cold, i mean it could be because im-" i stopped talking then continued "and i have these lights to take them. You see i have a uh website where i upload these, well they stopped working"

"Because you what? Mam?" he wanted to hear the words from me. he couldn't help but think about me, thinking of looking at my website "Has this happened often or this the first time mam?"

"It only happened once or twice. I was also wearing another outfit and well it happened again. I thought it was my lights but, i am half naked" i said clearing my throat

she is just so... Breathtaking i cant stop looking at her dean thought as he looked at me

"Mam, do you know of anyone who might have died around here?" he asked trying not to give away to much,

I was going to take pictures in the morning. Or maybe videos. But again my lights went out and refused to turn on, not that i know of" i said being really sad about my lights

Videos? Damn I wouldn't mind see that, he started thinking more about me, when he was brought back to reality. "Sorry, miss do you know of anyone who would want to hurt you?" he saw wonder in my eyes. "I know it sounds weird mam, but we need to think of all different possibilities. Please. "

"Uhhh maybe my ex. He calls me everyday. And sends me texts. I did try to get a restraining order..." i trailed off and wondered what he was talking about

"Excuse me for a second mam" he walked over to the tall guy, wondering about this case. "Sammy, its obviously a ghost but how is the ex douchebag part of it??" he asked

"i dont know.. it does seem like a ghost" he said and shrugged "ask more questions"

"okay, okay ill ask" he walked over to me still looking at me

"Mam, did you smell anything odd? Like maybe rotten eggs?" he didn't want to sound weird but he had to ask,

"um kinda.. but my cat was not in the room with me" i said looking at my cat

"kinda? Where did you get the smell?" he was more curious about this case, why would someone want to harm me. I mean look at her he thought

"Um in my room" i said motioning upstairs,

"would you mind showing us your room" he asked

"um sure" i said walking upstairs and opened the room door, he got in my room and started looking around and saw some yellowish dust in the corner of my room. he looked at the tall guy and whispered to him "Sulfur Sammy, Its a Demon"

"it is a demon" sam whispered

"So what now? Do you think we should tell her, maybe stay the night" he was thinking of how staying with her would be awesome,

"i guess.. but how would we pull that off" sam said rolling his eyes

"Ughh don't be a downer Sammy, we've got this. We have to salt the house, demon traps everywhere" he smiled cocky at Sam "Ok lets tell her, otherwise we'll look like serial killers" he said jokingly

"what is it?" i asked

He couldn't think straight with her looking so sexy. "It's a demon" he blurted out, Sam shook his head, not impressed with him at all

"a what?" i asked confused

"a demon, like the thing from hell, they're real. My name is Dean and this is my brother Sam. We're the Winchesters. We hunt these types of things" he didn't like seeing her so confused, but she needed to know, her life is in danger

"yep they are real, and we are here to protect you" sam said looking at me

"um okay.. so what do i do?" i asked really just confused, Demons? how could they be real?

"You are going to do what you do normally tonight. Me and Sam will demonproof your place, we will set a trap for it. Nothing will get to you" he walked towards her I held her shoulders trying to re-assure me. "We'll be here to protect you"

"um okay.. thank you" i said "you guys can stay in the next room"

""Okay first lets make the house safe before anything happens. Sammy you make the sigils. I'll salt the house" he grabbed the spray paint from the duffle and threw it to Sam, sam grabbed it and started making the sigils all over the floor and the walls, while i sat there thinking

dean walked towards me "Hey you okay?" he looked at me concerned "Do you want to help me salt the house?" he said trying to distract me a little for what's coming,

"Im fine... im just processing all of this. i need to get undressed first" i said grabbing my clothes from the floor,

"undressed?" he said turned on a little, not trying to show it

"Yeah im in my favorite outfit" i said walking to the bathroom and opened the door

"I can see why, you do look sexy" he said eyeing me up and down, looking at every curve, "why not stay in it" he said with a smirk on his face

"um i dont wanna get it dirty.. thank you" i said blushing alot, what was he doing to me?

"I understand" he said sad that I had to take it off but he understood, because he still want to see me in it afterwards, "you're welcome"

I closed the door and got undressed really fast and put on shorts and a tanktop, and came out in a tanktop and shorts,

"Feel better now?" he asked trying to keep me calm and positive, she is even sexier in casual clothes he thought

"Uh yeah. I do feel better. Honestly this was not what i was going to do today" i said smiling

"What where you going to do?" he said putting away the salt and getting out his purgatory knife, "okay, the house is ready." he handed Sam the demon knife "what's your plan Sammy?"

"i guess wait for it show up" sam said shrugging

"i was going to take more pictures and try on more outfits" i said sitting on my bed

he couldn't help but smile thinking about me dressing up in more outfits, so fine. "Okay lets see what happens" he took a sit on the corner side of the bed waiting for the demon,

"So uh you do this often?" i asked taking my phone out

he looked at me and took a deep breath "Yes, me and my brother do this for a living. Saving people, hunting things, its the famil business." a smile crept at the corner of his mouth thinking of all the times him and Sam have driving long roads for cases like these,

"wow sounds stressful and dangerous" i said

he chuckled a little "Yeah it kind of is stressful, but I wouldn't want to change anything, being on the road with my brother is all that matters. It is dangerous sometimes but we've had years of training and learning from our mistakes." he looked at me and I couldn't help but stare at her beauty

"oh man i can see that, sorry im like uploading something" i said opening my phone and looking through my pictures

"Yes, we have. We've hunter ghosts, vampires, werewolves anything you can think of" he said smiling feeling good about all the things they have killed.

"what are you uploading?" he asked a little curious

"oh thats awesome, oh i took some pics today" i said smiling

""Mind if I see what you took today?" he asked a little curious and exciting to see what I was wearing,

"Um normally you would need to pay" i said smiling

""And how do you want me to pay" looking at me with lust in his eyes. he really wanted me, but he needed to focus on this case

"like 60$, videos cost more" i explained "i work hard making these"

"Oh wow, that's soooo..." he took a pause not really sure what he wanted to say. he just knew he wanted me badly. But he needed to focus "Anyhow... How many people buys your pictures?"

"alot of people, this is how i make a living" i said putting my phone down

"Oh wow, isn't it weird if someone recognizes you?" he was getting more upset thinking about people seeing my stunning body half naked

"They do. Like on the street, i dont mind it. But i do need someone to protect me" i said laughing

"How so, do they get creepy sometimes" he said with a chuckle in his voice

"Oh yeah they do. But i like doing this. I take requests. And i make personal videos for only 100$" i said smiling

"personal you say" he smirked a little. "And if i want a personal video what would I get it in?" he started wanting more of me,

"Um really anything. Except i dont do weird shit" i said remembering that one time,

"Weird shit? What kind of weird things?" he asked very curiously

"I am literally not going to" i said laughing "thats up to you"

"Fine" he said rolling my eyes and laughing at me... "what do you recommend?"

"Dont look at me, its all you" i said laughing

"Sweetheart, I'm gonna just gonna say it... I want you, you are sexy and I need you" he said walking up to me, not being able to take it

"You what?" I looked at him blushing

"I want you, I can't stop looking at your amazing body, the things you can do, the things you do to me, I... You... Uhh" he was trailing off thinking about my body, looking at me with a little blush

"What do i do to you?" I asked looking at him, his face was getting redder by the second

"You, you open the door in your sexy lingerie, walking around in it with confidence, the way your hips sway as you walk. You are exotic" he couldn't help but say that, just thinking of me in that outfit has an affect on him. he tried to look at me but he couldn't,

"Well, that was because im used to it. I walk around like that all the time. But thank you. I did notice you staring at me. " i said biting my lip "you can look at me"

"Oh sweetheart I want to do more than just look at you" he could feel his heart pounding in his ear, not really sure how I would react,

"well i dont normally let people touch me," i said getting closer to him

he started moving closer as I came closer to him, he could feel my breathing on his skin, "I prefer that people don't touch you," he moved closer to my ear and whispered softly "I want to be the only one"

I smiled and was more turned on than ever, i could feel his breath on me "thats not what i meant." i said getting even more close

"Oh" he said in a low soft voice. "Then what do you mean" he said looking at me with lust in his eyes, wanting me even more,

"I like to be in control" i said smiling, "its way more fun"

"Oh baby," he couldn't help but it, but he needed me "And why do you think I'll allow that?"

"Why wouldnt you allow that?" i asked

he grabbed my waist and pulled me tightly against him, feeling my body so close to his. "Sweetheart, I'm always the dominant one in the bedroom" he said as he stroked his thumb over my lips,

"Oh but i didnt say dominating. I said in control. Like tying up and i dont know not letting you touch me" i said licking his thumb

"Baby you're gonna start something" he said smirking at me, he felt his legs getting numb, I was doing something to him not lots were able to do,

"Dont you want to start something? Daddy?" i asked adding the last part

With in seconds he pinned me against the wall, his face inches from mine, he could feel the hairs on my body rise as he whisper slowly "Say that again"

"Say what again?" I asked pretending not to know, feeling more wet than ever

"Oh baby girl you know what" he slowly moved his hands to my hips around my ass

"I dont know what. Daddy" i said it again and felt his breath on my neck

"There it is..." he said pinning his body against mine "Baby girl, I want you" i could feel his hard cock against me, making me wet by the second

"well what are you waiting for?" i asked

"im waiting for you" he said with his lips close to my neck, he started kissing my neck then putting his hands up my shirt, and feeling nothing,

"im not wearing a bra" i whispered, he took my shirt off really fast and started kissing my breasts slowly, leaving marks as he did it, i moaned a little as he kept going, and then he pulled down my shorts and ate me through my panties, i could not take it anymore

"just fuck me" i commanded and he smirked at me,

"patience" he said and then lowered my panties and began to lick me, i held his head as he started doing it, it felt so good

"fuckkk, holy shit" i moaned as he kept going, getting back up, i ubuckled his belt and felt his hard on through his boxers, and then lowered it down, started kissing the tip of his hard cock, and then put the whole thing inside of my mouth before licking it first,

"fuck thats right baby, keep going" he said moaning through the words, i kept going until he could not take it anymore and laid me down roughly, and put himself inside of me, fucking me until i moaned way too loud, he covered my mouth with his hand and kept going eventually making me suck him off and came on my face,

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lumifuer · 7 years

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Mending the Broken (Part III)

Pairings: Dean x Reader Words: 1642 Warnings: Major character death, violence A/N: Wow, I decided to randomly update it after eleven months? Nice.

Summary: Driven by rage and sorrow, Dean decided to track down the monster that took his lover away.

⇒ PART I /// ⇒ PART II

Time had ceased to exist. Dean wasn't able to tell if he was sitting in this chair for five minutes or five centuries. At some point, the tears simply stopped flowing and the world lost its colours.

She took them with her.

Dean was looking straight ahead but failed to distinguish the letters and signs shown on the monitor. He desperately needed to get up and do something, anything but his body refused to obey his will. Y/N's belongings were overwhelming him; he knew that there was a shirt which he had sawn himself after a particular hunting going wrong, a pair of comfortable, durable boots that she'd usually wear during most cases. He could swear that her smell was still painfully present in the air. His eyes involuntarily drifted to the bed. Was the pillow that she'd laid her head on every night soaked with tears? Did she allow the thoughts to flood her mind, drowning in the heartbreaking sensation of pain and longing that Dean has felt ever since he found out she was gone?

He bit his lip and abruptly looked away, feeling too weak withstand the ideas suggested by his brain. Clenching his fists, he got up from the chair, making it fall to the ground with a loud thud. He closed the laptop, grabbed it in his hand with an intention to throw it into the suitcase of hers when something caught his attention. On the right bedside table, he noticed Y/N's journal. He couldn't just leave it in this damn motel room, so he quickly picked it up. Something fell out from between the pages and after swirling in the air for a brief second landed on the floor. Dean put down both things on the mattress and bent down to take what turned out to be a photograph.

The lump in his throat got noticeably bigger, making him lose his breath and his vision became blurry again. Despite this, he recognized his face immediately, although he hadn't seen a smile this wide in the mirror for awhile. And maybe it would never return. The picture was folded in half as if Y/N couldn't bear looking at the person in the other part. With trembling hand, Dean bent it back in its place. He knew what to expect, but the image still made him exhale sharply, turning its sound into a sob. It's been so long since he had last seen her face. He traced the outline of her jaw as if he was trying to comfort her.

Then he suddenly felt a familiar touch on his shoulder.

"Dean," Cas' voice was filled with sorrow but firm at the same time, "we should get out of here."

The meaning behind angel's words was hidden. He was worried that staying in this grave any longer could have had a bad impact on his friend's mental condition. Dean understood and appreciated his concern. He put the picture back between the pages, making sure it wasn't folded in half anymore and packed everything into Y/N's duffel bag. With a barely noticeable nod of his head, he gave Castiel a sign that he was ready to go home.

He felt that he was leaving a piece of his heart in those four walls.

* * *

"Dean, don't be stupid," Sam was persistently following his older brother, trying to stop him from behaving self-destructive, "we should go back there together. Going alone is a suicide!"

Dean stopped in his tracks, almost causing Sam to bump into him.

"And what's wrong with that, Sammy?" he exclaimed. The words fell out of his mind with no supervision.

Sam exhaled and looked on the floor. He was expecting such an outburst, but it didn't mean that actually hearing this confession was any easier.

"You think that Y/N would want you to put your life at risk like that?" he tried to get to the logical side of his brother's brain but it seemed to be controlled by his emotions as well.

Dean raised his eyes to the ceiling and let out the air with a heavy sigh, making him appear a thousand years old. He tried to say something but had troubles finding the right way to put words together so he simply gave up and waved his hand at his little brother.

His steps echoed in the dark hallway as Sam was helplessly watching him leave into the night with a bag full of weapons.

* * *

The Impala stopped at the edge of the forest located not so far from the hotel. Dean left the headlights on and got out of the car, taking the map he'd taken from Y/N room and placing it on the hood of the car. He traced the line drawn with a red marker, trying not to think that the tip of the finger of his love must have been touching the same place not so long ago. He was behaving like a numb machine, concentrated on one goal. What was to come after he was done with this case was simply a distraction.

Finally, he found the cave that the Wendigo was supposedly hiding in. He quickly folded the map and put it in his pocket, taking the bag from the passenger seat. He headed towards the path that would eventually lead him to the son of a bitch responsible for taking one of the most important people in his life from him.

The darkness enveloping the forest and the fact that he was on his own didn't work in his favour. His thoughts seemed to constantly break the leash, racing to the memories, feeling of guilt and hopelessness. He shook his head, afraid that all this pain would finally cause it to explode. He tried to focus on moving silently and observing the environment. In the end, Wendigo might have been out looking for another victim.

After thirty minutes of walking and fighting with himself, a strange sound reached Dean's ears. Distant and yet so close at the same time. Like an eerie whisper right by his ear. Dean turned his head in search for its source but something felt incredibly wrong. He knew that voice.

His heart sank when the sudden realization came.

He dropped the flashlight that hit the rock and broke into a few pieces. He loosened the bag slider hysterically and started to blindly look for the flareguns while searching the darkness for the enemy at the same time. Each tree could serve as a possible shelter for the monster, especially with the adrenaline rush acting against Dean this time.

Finally, he felt the right object under his fingertips and firmly grabbed the gun, pulling it out. But the voice disappeared, the only thing to disturb the silence was his own accelerated breathing.

He turned towards the cave very slowly and when his eyes finally adjusted to the dark, he managed to see the outline of it, about twenty metres ahead of him. Dean scanned his surrounding for the last time and became to move towards the cave, carefully taking every step.

He was driven by utter hatred. Especially with the voice of reason that begun to tell its sickening story, putting all the elements together and forming one horrifying truth.

Dean was so focused on pushing those theories away that he didn't hear the rustle behind his back at first. When he turned around, it was already too late. Wendigo jumped at him, pinning him to the ground. The impact of the hit made Dean dizzy but he didn't let go of the flaregun. Though he wasn't given a chance to you use, his arm movement was blocked by the large claws. Winchester struggled to free himself but quickly grew weak. Just when he was about to give up completely, he remembered the reason behind this hunt. What has been taken away from him by this creature.

In the next second, all of his remaining energy was sent to his arm and he was able to break free. He aimed at the Wendigo, ignoring the unpleasant consequences of such a close shot but the monster abruptly backed away with a soul-piercing howl, not knowing that it had just worsened its situation. Dean pulled the trigger and a red fireball shot from the barrel hitting the monster in the chest. It burst into flames, hissing and shaking, desperately trying to put down the fire but failing. Dean relished the view of a bony flesh falling to the ground.

He continued to watch his enemy for another few minutes, making sure that he wouldn't return to the world of the living. Instead, it began to turn into a pile of dust.

He killed it.

Then the weapon fell out of his hand and the dam that Dean had temporarily built in his mind broke down. He threw his head back and closed his eyes, allowing the tears to roll down his cheeks.

Her laptop was still turned on. The boots that she would always wear on cases were left on the floor in the hotel room and all of her guns were tucked under a pile of clothes in the bag. She didn't die during the hunting. This son of a bitch lured her out. Using Dean's voice.

She was ready to go back, allow him to forgive her. So much that she had left the room in the middle of the night in hopes that he'd found her. This conclusion broke Dean's heart but also filled his mind with peace.

He believed that time would come when they'd meet again. And they will be given a second chance.

Thank you for reading!

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queen-of-deans-booty · 7 years

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Great Minds Think Alike

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean, John (mentioned throughout)

Word Count: 2,828

Warnings: None, just fluff

Request: I freaking loved one in the same, and I was wondering if you could do a version for Sammy?

One in the Same

You don’t need to read this one first but this is that is the Dean version of it.

Author’s Note: Please, send in requests because I love reading them and I love writing them! If you would like to be tagged in my future fics and my Series Rewrite that is coming soon, let me know and I’ll add you!

Feedback is always appreciated

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Hunting was always what you enjoyed doing. You didn’t plan on entering the life; in fact, you grew up as a normal child. You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. It started in high school when a bung of your friends wanted to go camping in the woods where no one went.

You never wanted to go in the first place. You thought that sitting in bed, reading a god book was more appealing than going camping and drinking until your brain fell out. You were always a shy and reserved girl, always reading books and doing the right thing.

You loved to read anything from Shakespeare to fairytales. Even though you mostly read non-fiction, you enjoyed fiction from time to time. As you grew older, you distant yourself from your friends so you could focus on school and get your degree in Creative Writing. But none of that happened because you had to go camping.

At first, they dismissed the rustling and growls as “just the wind” but then they got louder and closer. You hated being out there with friends who weren’t really your friends. You thought you saw red eyes in the dark but when you blinked, they were gone. Everyone there called you crazy and you tried to be as relaxed as they were but you knew better.

The thing attacked Christina first, dragging her into the woods by her hair. Then it got Trevor and Alice, taking them with it to God knows where. The rest of you tried to take cover, using sticks and rocks as weapons against the hairless creature.

You didn’t know what would happen to you because you were a tiny little thing, you had no chance up against this thing. It already took the strongest man there out so who were you to stand a chance? If it wasn’t for John Winchester, you would be dead. He came out into the woods with another man, attacking the thing like they’ve been doing it their wholes lives.

Half of your friends were either gone or dead. The ones that were alive, already left, leaving you behind to deal with the aftermath. The man that John was with left to go find the others to see if they were alive while John gladly took you home.

It was then that you learned that the things in the night were very much real. He didn’t want to give out too much, afraid of corrupting you but you were intrigued. You’ve always thought that lore and the supernatural were always fascinating to you so could you blame the man when you started reading up?

You learned so much that year. You even found a case where it looked as if a demon was acting up in a town nearby. You immediately jumped at the chance, learning how to take them down and how to protect yourself.

That first time, didn’t go so well but that didn’t stop you. You were always determined and soon enough, you got good and then you got great. Hunting was your life all thanks to John Winchester. You didn’t blame him for one second because if it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t be doing the things you love. You wondered if John was still alive or not.

That is why you dropped out of college and took up hunting as a full- time career. You traveled the United States, saving people and even meeting a few hunters on the way. You know you could be a better hunter but like everything else, practice makes perfect.

You started getting in shape and eating right because hunting was a chore. It kicked your ass sometimes so you met up with person trainers here and there, having them train you to fight better and to muscle up. You were still a tiny woman but you had a lot of muscle now. You always worked out in the morning so that you never fell out of shape and so far, you love the results.

However, this morning, you were in a diner right after dawn, reading on some more lore. You were currently on a case, trying to figure out what you were dealing with. It was quiet and you enjoyed it while it lasted. You sipped your coffee and sat in the back booth, away from everyone else.

“Excuse me?” You looked up when you heard a deep voice. Your eyes fell on two very attractive men. One was with long brown hair and warm hazel eyes. He was tall, easily reaching 6’3, maybe taller than that. He was built, you could tell even through the suit he was wearing.

The other man was very tall but shorter than Hazel eyes. He had piercing green eyes and short dirty blonde hair. He too, was built and you wondered why men you liked didn’t look like this. You didn’t know what they were doing here, talking to you at this early in the morning.

“I’m Agent Crawford and this is my partner, Agent Smith. May we have a seat?” Hazel eyes asked in a soft voice. Both men took out badges and you looked at them, seeing they were FBI. What were the FBI doing here? Why would they want to talk to you?

“Sure,” You moved your book, marking your page before shutting it. “My name is Y/N. What can I do for you, Agents?”

“We’re in town investigating the murder of Louise Marsh. You didn’t happen to know her?” Crawford asked.

“I’m sorry, I’m in town visiting,” You couldn’t possible tell these two that you were “investigating” the same woman.

“I understand. Is there anything you might have heard or seen?” Smith asked, eyeing you.

“I’m sorry, I wish I could be more of help.” You touched your book and bit your lip softly.

“What are you reading?” Crawford asked, looking at your book.

“Just some lore. I find the supernatural pretty fascinating. Some may say that these creatures are real.” You smiled at them.

“Real? Come on, sweetheart, aren’t you a little too old to be imagining?” Smith asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I don’t know, Agent Smith. The world is a strange place. Maybe you’re imagining the world as this perfect little thing. It’s not. I’ve seen crazy things that you wouldn’t believe. Things that would scare a man like you.” You didn’t want to give everything away but you wished they would go away so you could work on the case.

“Care to share?” The more attractive and taller one ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

“Don’t you have a case to work on? I bet talking to me is a waste of your precious time.” You sipped your coffee and looked at Crawford.

“Please? Anything you can tell us, we promise to believe.”

“Yeah, try us, sweetheart.” The other man said. You didn’t know what compelled you to tell them but you thought you could trust them.

“Honestly? Louise wasn’t murdered by anyone but rather by a something. I’ve narrowed it down to a Qareen or a demon. Although I’m sure I would have found sulfur somewhere in her apartment…” You started to trail off as you talked to yourself, forgetting about the men the more you thought about it.

“Maybe it isn’t a demon at all. The woman, before she died, called police and they said that she was being hunted by her ex. But that doesn’t make any sense…” You thought out loud.

“Are you a hunter?” Your eyes snapped up to the men sitting across from you with surprised looks.

“You’re not FBI agents, are you?” You would have been locked up if they were real.

“My name is Sam and this is my brother Dean. We’re trying to hunt this thing too. If you want, we can work together?” Sam gave you very adorable puppy eyes to try and convince you.

“Sure, that would be great. I could use the help.” You chuckled.

“So what were you saying? It could be a what?” Dean asked.

“More coffee?” The waitress came by and smiled at you with the coffee pot.

“Sure, thank you. Sam, Dean, do you want anything?” You offered the men.

“Sure, I’ll have a stack of waffles and a couple sides of bacon with some coffee.” Dean grinned. You were such a healthy eater and that didn’t sound promising.

“Just a cup of coffee would be great, thank you.” The woman nodded and wrote down what they said before leaving.

“Those things are really bad for you. Do you eat like that all the time?” You asked, not realizing that it sounded rude.

“Oh, not you too. Sam here is already a health nut.” Dean rolled his eyes. You looked over to him and smiled, liking Sam even more. Hunting with these two didn’t seem so bad anymore.

“So anyways, this thing is called a Qareen. They are very much like a genie that can be controlled by someone who possesses their heart. Now this heart is separate from the being and that’s why this genie can move around. It’s almost like a shapeshifter that will take on a person’s deep dark desire to seduce them and then kill them.”

“Wow, you got that in one book?” Sam asked, a smile on his face.

“Oh please, this is baby stuff.” You smiled but Sam wouldn’t take his eyes off you.

“So, tell us more about this creature and why you’re so certain it’s the thing we’re looking for.” Dean said, trying to stay on topic. You hoped you were right when it came down to it but you were going to find out.

One week later

Working with Sam and Dean was way more delightful than you thought. With their help, what could have been a couple of weeks’ case, they knocked it out in a week. They knew what they were doing and you wished to be that good. You wanted to tag along with them but didn’t know how to approach the subject.

Right now, you couldn’t talk about that because Dean wanted to go to a bar but you didn’t like this scene at all. Alcohol wasn’t really your friend so you nursed one beer all night.

“Come on, Y/N, you got to have more stories than that.” Dean laughed, finishing off his fourth beer for the night.

“I’m sorry Dean. All I do it hunt and I try to be as quick as I can. I don’t stay when it’s not necessary.” You shrugged.

“So then what do you do when you don’t have a case?”

“Read up on lore or work out. Those kinds of things sooth me.” You looked at Sam to see him grinning at you.

“Oh great, you’re a Sammy 2.0.” Dean huffed out.

“Excuse me?” You looked at Dean when you heard him.

“I like to do those things. He always bashes on it and makes fun of me. I keep telling him that he should start eating right and taking care of himself but he won’t listen.” Sam said with a chuckle.

“No, that isn’t called eating right. That crap isn’t good food at all.” Dean scoffed.

“Dean, it’s good for you. Maybe you should listen to Sam.” You smiled at Sam, feeling more of an attraction to him than his brother.

“That is not the Winchester way.” Dean shook his head, getting up from the small table in the back of the bar.

“Wait, what? Winchester? As in John Winchester? Are you his kids?” Dean stopped and looked at you before looking at his brother.

“Yeah, why? Did you know him?” Dean sat at the table again, interested in where the conversation was going.

“Is he alive?” You had to know. You wanted to thank him.

“No, he passed away years ago.” Sam said gently.

“Why? How did you know him?” Dean asked again.

“He saved my life. He’s the reason I started hunting in the first place. I was out camping with friends when something attacked us. It took half of them but John came in just in time to save me. After that, I knew that creatures were real. So, I dropped out of school to pursue this.” You smile faintly at the memory.

“I’m sorry about that. I’m sorry that John corrupted you.” Dean apologized for his father.

“No, don’t be. I love hunting. I get to make a difference in this world and save lives. Thanks to your father, I got to have purpose in life.” You smiled widely.

“What were you going to school for?” Sam asked before his brother could get a word in.

“Creative Writing. I’ve always wanted to be a writer but I found something that I loved more than writing and that was saving lives.” You and Sam stared into each other’s eyes and that wasn’t missed by Dean. He saw something between the two of you that you or Sam may not have seen.

After that night, Sam and Dean asked you to join them. After that night, your life was changed for the better. You saw a whole new side to the supernatural when you entered the Men of Letters bunker. You were entranced by everything and you owe it all to John Winchester.

As time went on, you and Sam did everything together. You woke up to go for a run with him, you boxed with him, researched with him, ate the same foods, and loved spending time with him. You were falling for him more and more.

You didn’t know if you were ever going to become more than friends but you kept wishing for it to happen. Dean knew that you liked his brother and he knew that his brother liked you. You were good for Sam because it was time for Sam to start with some new. The last person he had a relationship with was Jessica.

Sam deserved to be happy and you deserved to be happy. You were truly happy when you were with Sam. It was like a puzzle piece fell into place and your whole world got brighter.

“Hey Sammy, I think I found us a case.” Dean said, entering the library where you and Sam were reading.

“Really? On what?” You looked up at Dean.

“It’s only a few towns from here but there was someone reporting that they saw a man wolf trying to eat people.” Dean said.

“I hate werewolves. Alright, I’ll go pack.” You got up and smiled at Sam before leaving. Maybe after this hunt, you’ll man up and confess to Sam what you’ve been feeling for a while.

“Okay Sam, what are we doing here?” You arrived at the park with Sam after Dean instructed you to.

“I don’t know. I’ll call Dean.” Sam took out his phone as you and him took a seat on the bench.

Make a move or I will tell her how you feel. Sam shook his head and texted back.

There is no case… is there?

Nope.

Sam scoffed and put his phone away. You looked up at him in confusion.

“There is no case.” Sam said.

“What? Then why did Dean send us out here? Not that I’m complaining. It’s a beautiful day outside.”

“He wants me to confess.” Sam said vaguely.

“Confess? Confess what?” You asked in confusion. Sam stretched out, putting an arm on the back of the bench. Damn, his arm radiates so much heat.

“Confess my feelings for you.” You snapped your eyes to his and bit your lip.

“And what would those feelings be?” You whispered.

“Let me show you.” Sam leaned down closer to you but you didn’t dare move. He was still giving you time to stop this if that is what you truly wanted but it wasn’t. You wanted his lips on yours for the longest time.

Sam’s lips pressed against yours gently at first but when he was certain that you wanted this, he kissed you with more passion. He pulled you close to him and moved his lips against yours. They felt like heaven and were so soft.

You could tell he was very experienced because when you opened your mouth to breathe, he slipped his tongue inside. You moaned softly, rubbing his tongue with yours. He wasted no time in exploring each and every inch of your mouth.

When you pulled away, you were actually breathless.

“Wow, Sam, that was…” You couldn’t find the word to explain how you were feeling.

“Amazing.” Sam picked one of the words you were thinking.

“So amazing.” You stared into his eyes with a smile.

“Can that happen again?” Sam asked with hopeful eyes.

“And again and again and again.” You smiled, pulling yourself up to Sam’s face and pressing your lips to his. You were finally content with life and it was all because of a man named John Winchester.

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cringalicioustrashcandiety-blog · 6 years

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Dean Winchester X Markiplier fanfic

Okay so in case you forgot- this is a Dean Winchester X Mark Fischbach fanfiction. So… sorry. P.S. this is very cringalicious.

Sam and Dean sat in the crackling leather seats of the Impala that nighttime- the cool and crisp air flooded through the cracked windows and rustled the hair on their heads. The monster hunts had been slow as of late and they had been aimlessly searching for whatever popped up when they heard wind of a possible demon possession around California. The brothers were eager for anything they could get their hands on no matter how slim the chances. The two were begging to get aggravated in the cramped quarters. So at the first motel, they saw once the sun dipped below the horizon they ran like mad. Going through all their current supplies Dean grumbled disapprovingly. “Sam, did you eat the rest of our protein bars?” The taller brother shrugged from his place at the small kitchenette table- researching the area on his laptop. “Dean- I don’t know, maybe you did. Don’t we have those carrots I packed?” Dean huffed. “I threw out that carrot food- needed my pie.” Sam rubbed a hand over his face exasperatedly. “Then you have to go and get some food if you’re hungry.” He stood and began packing his laptop away. “I’m going to find the closest bar to this place to try and get some information. You hang back.” Sam pulled on his leather coat over his already warm flannel and left their shared motel room. Dean rolled his eyes with an exasperated sigh and rummaged through the motel mini-fridge to find it empty. He stood and grabbed his coat from the place on his bed- pulling it on and shoving the keys in his pocket after holstering his gun on his hip out of view. But as he stepped outside the older Winchester found that his baby was gone. “Dammit, Sammy!” Looking around the parking lot he spotted a few cars strewn about- but one in the far corner had a window cracked open. It was one of the shabbier looking ones but he’d rather not break a window to steal one at the moment. Dean climbed in after unlocking the car through the open slot in the window and turned on the car- it idled for a moment before starting with a sputter. Although unsure of whether the car would make it or not he began on his drive to the closest quick-e-mart in the area.

Almost as soon as he hit the road it began to rain. Then it poured. Then it was an onslaught of rain and wind and Dean could barely see the road in front of him. He was considering turning back around as the car began to sputter breathlessly- the lights flickered as Dean’s eyes widened in terror. “No, no, no- dammit! Don’t you do this!” But the car refused to abide by his rules and slowed to a crawl- then died on the side of the road in the rain. The droplets hissed from the head of the hood of the car. Dean pressed his head to the wheel, damning his luck. Just then there was a knock on the driver side window. Dean jumped in his seat and turned to see a man with an umbrella and a thick coat- he had one hand cupped around his eyes and the other with a death grip on the umbrella to keep it from getting torn from his grasp. Dean turned the crank and lowered the window as the man leaned forward to shield the gap and speak to him. “Hey there!” Although it was hard to hear over the roar of the winds Dean could pick up his deep voice. “I saw your car on the side and wanted to ask if you need a lift. With this storm there’s next to no service and this downhill area gets flooded really fast.” Dean had to through his plans of hunkering down in the car and waiting for Sam to come get him out of the window into the rain because of those facts. He considered the offer- staying in the car wouldn’t be safe- but he had no idea if this guy was a demon or not and had a knife hot and ready in his pocket. But staring out of the thin glass of the window into this stranger’s dark brown eyes he felt a strange bubble in his stomach. He nodded his head with conviction. The stranger smiled and stepped back for Dean to open the door. As soon as the door opened the rain almost shut it right back- but with the strong grip of the man with the umbrella he was steadied and shielded from the rain as much as possible.

The stranger’s car was warm from the heating and it soaked into his sodden and stressed bones. He fought back the urge to slump in relief as the kind man closed his own door and tossed the umbrella into the back. Shrugging off his thick coat Dean against got a good look at the other. Almond shaped brown eyes and shortcut stark black hair- Dean guessed Chinese, maybe half. And he looked a good seven or eight years younger than himself. He turned to Dean with a smile in his kind eyes and held out his hand. “Hey, I’m Mark! Glad I found you out here before the water got too high.” Dean shook it with some indecision. “Dean, and uh thanks.” Mark pulled his hand back to twist the key which made the engine purr and drove away- leaving the shit car Dean stole on its own. “Haven’t seen you before, new to town?” Dean nodded. “Yeah, me and my brother and doing some traveling.” Mark smiled at him. “That’s nice- where are you staying? I can drop you off.” Dean unintentionally tightened his grip on the hidden holster just in case. “No it’s fine- just drop me off at any old bus stop, I'll find my way.” Mark shook his head and sighed. “Buses won’t drive in weather like this- basically a hurricane out there. Most everywhere is closed by now.” Dean groaned, he was running out of options. Mark looked over at him with concern. “You know I have a spare room at my house- You’re welcome to stay for a night.” Dean was shaking his head before Mark even finished. “No man I don’t want to bother you- seriously, just drop me wherever.” Mark was already shaking his head back as his eyes caught Dean’s and Dean was stuck there, staring. “Look I can’t just leave you in this weather- I don’t know you yet but I wouldn’t leave anyone in this situation. Just let me lend you a little help.” The Winchester just gave a nod of his head- unable to argue with his deep resounding voice and concerned tone, and Mark changed directions.

After rushing through the rain once again the front door of the two-story house was slammed shut as the younger of the two males leaned against it. “Wow, it’s only getting stronger huh?” Mark asked. Dean nodded as he looked around the inside of the house, “Nice place you got here.” Mark smiled and walked up to the other man- who he noted was probably five or six years older than him and roughly the same height. “I can lend you something while I dry our clothes and wait out the storm if you want.” The Asian man offered- Dean nodded with a smile- “Yeah sure man.” Mark led him upstairs where he handed him a shirt and a pair of sweatpants- then a bit more awkwardly a pair of boxers. Dean tried to smile even though this whole situation was very awkward for the both of them. The younger pointed the older in the direction of the bathroom. Once the Winchester came out of the tiled restroom Mark was already there reaching for his dirty laundry. With his jacket and clothes tumbling in the dryer Dean was forced to improvise with where he placed his gun and holster. The T-shirt and lose sweatpants would expose the outline of the handgun if he wasn’t careful- even though at this point he was mostly sure that Mark was not a demon or monster out to kill him. Dean took a moment to roam his eyes on the other’s figure. Mark seemed rather fit and with a build nearly similar to his own which he could appreciate. He was as tall as- if not truthfully taller than Dean. He didn’t seem to be seedy or even suspicious- the Winchester could feel himself relax unintentionally around this man. Mark turned to him in a sweeping motion- but his eyes stopped at Dean’s feet and an eyebrow rose confusedly. “Dude, why do you still have your shoes on?” Dean felt a small flame in his cheeks. “Shit man- let me clean it up.” Not fully realizing, he had tracked mud from the restroom because of his boots. It was such habit to keep them on he didn’t think. Dean immediately grabbed a handful of toilet paper and wiped up the watery brown streaks before begrudgingly popping off his shoes and standing back up. This time he was two inches shorter. Mark’s eyes widened at the accountable difference and held in a snicker. Dean felt the hair on his neck rise as he refused to cuss at the younger of the two. Mark smiled and nodded his head to the stairs- “I have some beer downstairs if you want a drink.” The older Winchester grinned at the offer. Dean was already three beers in as Mark finished his first- the Asian affliction to alcohol slowing him down. As the conversation grew dull and resulted in small talk, Mark asked Dean about what he did for a living. “A car mechanic.” He said, easy and partially true. “My dad was one too- my brother though, he’s the smart one. Sammy went to Harvard.” Dean smiled and snapped the lid of another bottle. “What about you? This is a nice place.” Mark laughed. “You do look like a hands-on kind of guy, I'm a Youtuber.” Dean raises an eyebrow. “I’m sorry but what the hell is a Youtuber?” Mark couldn’t contain his bubbling laughter and rubbed his face. He replied giggling. “Wow, I've never heard that before! I do dumb stuff on the internet for money.” He offered as a vague explanation.

Dean raised a brow and thought of his only experience with online entertainment- of people doing things for money. Dean hid his embarrassment with a long sip of his beer. “So uh- that must be an interesting line of work.” Mark was confused for a second before the thought set into his alcohol addled brain. Mark groaned and covered his face with his hands. “No not that! Oh my god I don’t do porn!” Dean laughed until his stomach was clenching in pain. Mark huffed and threw a pillow at the Winchester half-heartedly. “No man, a Youtuber makes videos- like entertainment. It seems pretty easy but really with the editing and hours of planning and effects and social upkeep- it can get hard.” Mark smiles around the lip of his bottle when taking a sip. “But making people happy and being able to do what I do for charity is what makes it worthwhile.”

Dean had looked over the Korean as he talked, taking in his soft brown eyes and his winning smile framed by those two biteable-ly soft lips and his thick black hair. This kid seemed honestly kind and generous, those were rare traits in the people Dean had met. And Dean could admit- at least in his own head- that Mark was fairly attractive. He wasn’t gay, and he plenty of evidence to prove that- but maybe he wanted a man about… one out of ten times. He was willing to bet Mark wasn’t strictly 'into' women as well. As Mark finished talking and Dean had to stop eyeing him like a piece of candy he took another swig- maybe too much beer wasn’t a good thing right now- and found this bottle to be empty. Dean sighed and pushed off the couch only to find his feet had fallen asleep and weren't responding to his commands he shuffled as he tried to catch his balance but then a strong hand clenched his forearm and pulled him back into the couch again.

The older Winchester crashed heavily on top of the Asian man.

Mark saw that Dean was falling before the man had even started to react- his hand shoot out and pulled him back to his seat before momentum carried him forward- but it seemed that a different momentum took place and Mark found himself with a lap full of drunken, flushed, Winchester. Mark’s eyes roamed over Dean. His clouded green eyes, his dirty blond locks that looked like heaven to weave his fingers through and yank his head back, and his parted lips separated from a small gasp of air when falling into Mark’s lap. The alcohol had made Mark’s face flush bright red but if it hadn’t, surely the thought of how tastily fuckable Dean looked sure would have done him in. As his thoughts came back to him he felt something hard pressing against him- from Dean's pants. Mark couldn't help but raise his brows at the impressive size he could interpret from its pressing into his thigh. Mark's hands- which were both empty due to him dropping his beer to grab Dean- moved up and settled on Dean's hips.

So there ya go... Chapter 1...

#imsorry #cringe #fuck it

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supernaturalteenwolf67-blog · 7 years

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Bells ringing

Summary: a year ago you were hunting Dick Roman with Sam+Dean. You met the prophet, Kevin + Dean+Cas went missing after killing Dick. Crowley took you+Kevin but separated the two. You both got out and met up with him after his attempts to call Sam. You took after Kevin but never stopped trying to find Dean. You’ve been A wall for weeks+didn’t know Dean came back from purgatory until you go to the safe house and call Kevin. “Hey Kev, I’m back from the hunt, thought I found a lead on Dean, and I found the place a reck. So what the hell happened I’m trying not to flip out and kill you when I find you, but where the hell are you kid?!” You go driving trying to find Kevin and all this while he’s with Dean and Sam. “Oh crap!”, After listening to the message from Y/N Kevin started panicing because he knows when you say youre going to kick his ass you mean it. “Kevin..? What’s wrong…?” “Yea kid, you good?” Dean and Sam had no clue that Y/N was taking care of Kevin through the year, so when he explained to them the situation Dean was blank with emotion, not knowing if he should see Y/N. Dean was hesitant on what he should do. “What are we going to do she doesn’t know that you’re alive Dean.” “I know that Sam, but -” (Kevin interrupts Dean)“She’s been hunting down any monster that may know about where you were. You owe her that much to let her know you’re alive. Plus if I don’t call her back she will literally kick my ass.” “Yea well…” “Dean!” “Oh just give me the phone.” Dean takes Kevin’s phone and texts Y/N an address to a motel in Nebraska, nothing else. You go in on guard with a gun in your back pocket ready to shoot. You enter the room and see Kevin then see Sam who was sitting on the bed right next to him. You were surprised because ever since Sam cut ties with hunting you haven’t seen or spoken to him, so you knew that if he was there something must of happened. Then right before you could speak Dean comes out of the bathroom and looks at you, his mouth open and in some shock to see you right before his eyes. You don’t say anything you walk up to him and splash him in the face with holy water then slapped him across the face. “I deserve tha-” You cut him off with a passionate kiss and hug him making sure this wasn’t a dream. “Where the hell have you been kid? I go off on a hunt for almost three and a half weeks and you decide to run off without letting me know!” “I can explain-” “And you, what happened to you? Dean goes off to god knows where- "I was in purgatory see- "I’m not finished. Sam it doesn’t matter what happens or who goes missing leave one of the freaking phones on. Okay I’m good now.” “Wait Dean was the one who went missing, I just accepted him being gone, why aren’t you yelling at him?” “Dude, seriously? She just splashed me in the face with holy water then slapped me, that’s argument enough.” You didn’t stop Sam and Dean’s bickering this time, you just let them go on about who you should be more frustrated with. But as the night went on you needed to know what happened to Dean and then he told all about purgatory. Sam and Kevin rented a different room understanding you two needed to be alone for the rest of the night. “So how long have you been back?” “Almost a week, I’m sorry I know I should have contacted you, but I just didn’t know what to do.” “Well you’re here now and that’s what matters.” Silence broke the room for a moment and then you two started getting closer. “What have you been up too since I was gone?”, Dean asks, but he really wanted to know who have you been up too instead of what. “I was searching for a way to find you and keeping Kevin off demon and angel radar.” “That’s it?” “Yea Dean what else would I have been doing finding another life and moving on like Sam? Your the only guy I would ever want to move on with.” With those words Dean didn’t say anything else he just gazed into your Y/E/C eyes. Then he griped your body against his and started kissing you, without breaking lips he picked you up, putting you onto the bed and continued to kiss you from your lips to your neck. The night continued with much passion you both needed. After the gracious night with Dean you cuddled and talked about nonsense. Dean knew that night that he never wanted to lose the feeling of excitement, strength and love that he had felt with you. The next morning when Kevin and Sam came back to figure out their next move. Dean pulled Sam aside and asked him to distract Y/N for awhile while he went out. Luckily Dean got away with leaving for a few hours. Dean went to see your parents in the diner they had owned, they really haven’t heard from Y/N or the Winchester’s since the Leviathan fiasco, but when they saw Dean by himself they were worried. To reassure them Dean was there not for bad news, but to ask them for their blessing to propose to Y/N since you two are destined to be together no matter what. After an hour of convincing your parents they said yes to Dean’s wishes. Dean returned to you within the hour after the visit with a diamond ring that he either made or stolen in his jacket pocket. You see him acting strange, not being able to stop smiling and talking to Sam and Kevin in secret. You leave it alone and start cleaning your gun until Dean starts walking awkwardly towards you. “You okay?” “Yea… will you put the gun down for a moment?” “Sure…” You could see that Dean was nervous, but you didn’t know why. Dean swallows his nervousness, gets down on one knee and confesses what he’s been avoiding to say. “Dean, what are you doing?” “Just don’t speak. -So I always thought that it would just be me and Sam, but you came into my life and stayed throughout the worst, even death. I can’t imagine not being with you, so what I’m trying to say is… will you marry me… as soon as possible?..”(he pulls out the pure silver ring with the diamond in the middle) “YES! But it really has to be soon because I can’t rely you being with me in a month with your death and disappearance rate.” “How bout tonight? While I was gone I had Sam look into a chapel that elopes for a good price.” “Tonight? But I have nothing white.” “Actually… when I was gone I went to your parents and asked for permission and your mom gave me a fancy dress that I think is white she wouldn’t let me look, bad luck I guess.” “Okay then, I guess we’re getting married tonight.” You were amazed that Dean took the time to ask your parents for their blessing. You went into the room Sam and Kevin rented with Sam to get ready, but while you changed he looked out the window and talked to you to ease your nerves. “He really loves you, ya know.” “Yea and I love him too, I’m so surprised at all this. Especially with what he went through the past year.” “Yea..” Kevin knocks on the door and enters. “Everyone ready?” “More ready than I’ll ever be.” You put on a big coat so Dean can’t see your dress. All he sees is how beautiful you are and how much he loves you enough to put aside all the demon business and what he went through in purgatory. When you get to the chapel Dean and Kevin go inside and make sure everything is set up. Sam walks you down the isle and your nerves rack until your eyes met Dean’s. His mouth open and smiling gazing at you while you meet him. When you meet he mouths I Love You to you and you do the same. The wedding was small, but you couldn’t care less, all that mattered was you and Dean. “Do you Dean Winchester take Y/N to be your wife?” “I do.” “Do you Y/N take Dean Winchester to be your husband?” “I do.” “I love you” “I love you” Dean takes you in with the most beautiful kiss he has ever given you and you return the favor, it was like no one but the two of you were in the room and time was stopped, but you had to come back to reality. “Hey, guys um I thought this might happen, so I booked a room for you two and yea, so” “Well look at that, Sammy making the night get even better. Thanks Sam!” “Yea no problem, I’m happy for you guys, just remember tomorrow we have to get back to closing the gates of hell.” “Yea yea Sam, just try not to interrupt anything.” Before entering the room Dean picks you up bridal style and kicks the the door open then kicks it back shut, putting you down. You both admire that Sam rented the honeymoon sweet for the night. “Wow Sammy really came through for tonight.” “Yea”, you put a bag down on the heart shaped bed and Dean comes from behind moving you hair, kissing your neck. You turn around and kiss him on the lips and he starts going further, but it was different from any other time than before. This night was special, every moment you touched it was like the first time all over again. When you woke up Dean was looking at you and smiling. You interlock your hands with both you wedding bands touching and he kisses your shoulder. “Morning beautiful” “Morning, were you watching me sleep?”(you said with a girly giggle) “No, maybe, yes. I can’t help it, you looked so perfect and didn’t want to wake you.” “Aww you’re adorable”, you kiss Dean and before you could repeat last night Sam texts Dean asking if you’re ready to get back to business. You roll your head in a pillow and growl. “Ahhh, okay we did agree to get back to reality in the morning so let’s just get ready, husband.” “Alright, wife. It’s weird, I think I’m going to like saying that.” “Me too”, taking in another kiss before you get up and get dressed. “Okay Kev, what’s next on getting rid of those black eyed son of bitches.”

#dean x reader

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