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Perfect Storm - Dean Winchester x Reader

A/N: Hi friends! I know I’ve been rather absent with posting stuff but life has been HECTIC! I work two jobs, seven days a week right now so it’s a lot and I’m exhausted. Anywho, this imagine is part of @supraveng ‘s follower challenge! I’ve been working on this since like August of 2022 or so and was supposed to be done by the first of September but she allowed me an extension. Thanks for that babe, and congrats on 500 follows!

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Warnings: FLUFF! Breakdown, crying, comfort. Someone has a HUGE breakdown so if that’s a trigger for you, I am sorry!

Word Count: 5,887

Thanks for being patient with me friends! Love to you all!

It’s been six weeks since we’ve been on the road, trying to figure out where Chuck could be hiding. That asshat has been messing with Sammy and I for way too long, trying to take over the world. Sure, he’s God but that doesn’t mean he has to control every little thing and try killing us in the process! And since we have no leads, we’ve been trying to find other cases to work and more people to save. I was currently sitting behind the wheel of my beloved Baby, Sam beside me, scrolling through his phone, while AC/DC played from the car stereo and a pretty impressive drum solo came up.

“Dean, for once can we listen to anything but AC/DC?” Sam asks, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers as I continue my solo.

“Sammy, what have I always said? Driver picks the music,”

“Shotgun shuts his cake hole, I know,” he finished my sentence. “But what if I drove?”

“Oh risky question, little brother” I reply.

“I’ll drive when you sleep.”

“Yeah and how often do I actually sleep, Sam?”

Last time I slept without a nightmare was…well I don’t really know. The nightmares have been getting increasingly worse the last few months. Not that I’ve slept well before that but since Jack accidently killed our Mom, that’s been a struggle. I’ve watched her die twice now, something no child should ever have to see, especially at four years old. But even the second time, it's pretty bad. I still hate the kid for what he did but I’ve forgiven him…for now. Sam had a somber look on his face and knew I didn’t want to talk about it anymore.

“So get this, there have been an unusual amount of homicides in a small town in Northern Texas, more than they normally deal with in the year, in just six months.”

“Huh, doesn’t sound like our kind of thing. People are just nuts today, Sammy,”

“True, but there is something that seems like we would do. Each time someone goes to recover the body, there is nothing left.” Sam says.

“Okay that might be something we could work on but, I’m not convinced it’s a monster yet,” I say.

“Maybe not, but I think it’ll be worth checking out.”

Redirecting our path, I drove Baby in a U-turn and headed off to the nearest small town in Northern Texas, where these cases stemmed from. Several hours passed and we ended up in Wichita Falls and rolled into a small motel on the east side of town. Once we were settled, Sam pulled out his laptop and began typing away at the keys while I searched for a place to get a good burger by looking through flyers in the room. Sam tuned into a police scanner and soon enough there was a call in regards to suspicious activity near our motel.

‘”Dean, I think we got something,” Sam says, turning the volume up.

“All units, we have gunshots out by the WayfarerMotel. RP (reporting party) advised at least six shots were heard, no sound of vehicles but advised there were people arguing on the south side of the property near the freeway,” A female voice called over the radio and responses of “10-4” were soon followed.

Sam and I grabbed our guns, checking to make sure they were loaded and ready to go. We didn’t interfere with the police but did offer them assistance when it came to the investigation aspect. Looking out the windows, we watched as several vehicles had been on scene and officers were searching for the suspect. Soon after, more shots were fired, shouts of “he’s trying to run” and soon enough, someone was handcuffed.

“Wait, where is the body?!” Someone yells and a swarm of officers and other investigators gathered around to see if there was a victim. Sam and I took that as our queue to come on scene.

“Gentlemen, this is a closed scene” a voice said, turning to shoot us questioning looks.

“It’s okay, we’re from the FBI, I’m Agent Stan, this is my colleague Agent Lee,” I say flashing my fake badge, Sam following the lead.

“We didn’t call in the FBI,” another officer said.

“I’ll be honest, we were off duty and heard of the incident, wanted to see if we could help out.” I said, trying to ease the confusion.

“I’ll allow it,” one of the Sergeants on scene said, seeming to not care about the fight.

“So what’s happened? We’ve heard there’s been a string of homicides with no victims found?” Sam asked, pulling a notepad out of his pocket.

“Not a single one and this is abnormal for the city to have this many homicides in one year.” An officer, later introduced as Officer Hughes, explained the incident.

“Any leads on what is happening? Is any suspicious person found or any other activity that all the cases have had in common?”

“Well we did find something in each case that relates them together in some bizarre way. Each case has the same call for service. Caller calls in, advises of gunshots, hears people arguing, we get on scene and only one person is found. Aside from the callers, just one person is found. We handcuff them just for safety precautions but the majority of the time, we end up letting them go. In all my years I’ve worked in law enforcement, I’ve never seen anything like this. No definite suspect, no found victims. So we can’t fully rule them as homicides either because there is nobody.” Officer Hughes said.

“Well we might be here for a little while then so we can help out,” Sam said, trying to add a helping hand.

“That won’t be necessary gentlemen, we have enough people on this,” Officer Hughes said, dismissing us as he got back to his vehicle.

“Well that went well,” I said, sighing in exasperation.

“Come on, I bet if we head back to the police station, someone might be able to give us some information.” Sam said, settling into the passenger seat.

I grabbed a few supplies before I sat behind the wheel of my precious Baby and found the station was not too far from our motel. Pulling up, I find a parking space across the street from the building and Sam and I walk up the steps to the front doors of the station. It was the eerily morning hours, not too many people on the streets, the perfect time for people to commit crimes. Opening the large door, a young woman sat behind the desk, looking up at us when the door slammed behind us.

“Can I help you gentlemen?” She asks, eyes flitting between the two of us.

“Uh yeah, I’m Agent Stan, this is Agent Lee, we’re with the FBI,” I say and we both flash our badges.

“We were just on scene of the shooting by the Wayferer Motel and we weren’t able to get a lot of information. Do you think there’s anyone we can talk to about this?” Sam says, giving a small grim to the woman.

“Well given the fact that it's three in the morning, most people aren’t here and won’t be here until eight or so. Y’all might want to come back,” she says, looking back to her computer in front of her.

“Maybe you can help us. Do you know anything about the string of potential homicides that have been happening here lately?” I say, trying to turn on my charm as best as I could.

“No and even if I did, I’m not at liberty to discuss cases with anyone, even other law enforcement,” she says.

“Alright well, here’s my card, whenever someone is available, have them give me a call. You have a good rest of your morning,” I say, shooting the woman a wink.

The next morning, we headed back to the station to see if there was anyone we could talk to. “Good morning gentlemen, how can we help you?” Another lady at the front desk said as we walked to the window.

“Yeah we were here last night trying to see if we could talk to anyone about the shooting at the Wayfarer Motel.”

“Do you have any information about it?” The lady asked.

“No but we were on scene and we’re with the FBI,” Sam and I flashed our badges as soon as I said FBI.

“Let me call over to the detectives and see if we can’t find someone to come talk to y’all.”

“Thank you,” Sam says and we both start looking at the displays hung around the lobby.

“Agents.” A male in a black polo shirt and khaki pants with a badge around his neck walks to us and shakes our hands.

“I’m Detective Parker, follow me,” he says, leading us through a door and taking him into a room with a table and some chairs.

“So y’all were on the scene last night?” Detective Parker asked us.

“Yes we were staying at the hotel and we’ve heard about some of the incidents where someone is shot but there’s no body’s left,” Sam explains.

Detective Parker sighs and runs a hand down his face. “It made no sense as to what happens to the bodies after they’re shot. We have no answers and our citizens are getting frustrated as to why their family members’ bodies are not there to bury or cremate them.”

“And that’s why we’re here. Tell us everything you do know,” I say.

A few hours go by as we dive deep into the last weeks of the calls and cases from the City. I get up to go grab some coffee and stumble to an office where a bunch of ladies are sitting behind computers and answering phones.

“Well hello ladies,” I smirk to the room of beautiful women.

“Who are you?” One of them pipes up and asks.

“I’m Agent Stan of the FBI. I’m here helping with some of the shootings y’all have had here. Y’all know anything about those?” I ask.

“We heard about them but we don’t know anything. The guys don’t tell us anything, just what happened.” Another clerk said and she immediately caught my attention. She had long (y/h/c), bright (y/e/c) eyes, and she didn't bother looking at me much longer after that first comment. It seemed like she wasn’t impressed with me and that made me more intrigued by her.

“I see, is there anything you can tell me sweetheart?” I ask, trying to turn on my charm but again, she seemed unimpressed.

“That’s it now if you’ll excuse me, I have work to get back to,” she says, her tone harsh but I found it interesting.

“Pardon me ma’am,” I say using my best Southern voice but the look of annoyance on her face proved she couldn’t care less.

Most of the time, I can get away with some flirting with women, this one? She’ll be more of a challenge.”

“Agent Stan?” A voice called to me. I stand and follow him back to another room off set by the clerks area.

“So, what kind of leads do you have, if any?” He asked, Sammy was already in the room.

“Well, we kind of have a few ideas but you wouldn’t believe us,” I said, shooting a pointed look to my younger brother.

“Try me, I’ve been in this for a long time. I’ve heard just about everything,” the lead investigator on this and other shootings said.

“We think it might be a series of soul eaters” I say.

“What now?”

“Soul eaters, they are exactly what you think they are. Since all the bodies that have been killed here are basically hallowed out shells, we think there may be several around the area. Unfortunately, they are not easy to kill but we do know someone who can and can set the souls back to the bodies they were taken from,” I explained as rationally as I could but I knew it seemed crazy to those who were not used to hunting.

“Well that is definitely something I didn't expect to hear but it also isn’t the most out there answer I’ve heard either.”

“Alright, well let us call our guy and see what he says about it.” I say, giving a pointed look to the detective, wondering what other crazy things he’s seen but deciding not to ask.

I grab my phone out of my pocket and scroll down my contact until it stops on the name. I hate asking this guy for help but he’s our only source for this case so I push back my personal feelings and press the call button.

“Hello Dean,” his accented voice, full of entitlement, rang through my ear.”

“Ketch, we need your help,” I say.

“Well hello to you too,” he says and I can just hear the dumb grin on his face.

“Yeah hi, listen we’re out here in North Texas and we’re helping the local police on a case we think you may have experience in,” I say, getting straight to the point.

“Oh, where in Texas are you? My daughter happens to be out there and she works at a police department,” he says.

“Since when did you have a kid?” I ask.

“Oh, never mind that. Where am I going?”

“Wichita Falls.”

“That’s where my daughter lives!”

Oh crap, so Ketch’s offspring works at the police department here? Awesome.

A few hours later and we’re back at the scene of the crime. Ketch wanted the low down on what we’ve discovered up to this point so we decided to meet at the scene and go over what we know.

“So the bodies are never found?” Ketch asks.

“Nope they’re completely gone. Nothing is left behind but there’s always signs of some form of homicide,” Sam explains.

“And you lads are thinking its,” he trails off until I pipe in with our research.

“Soul eaters, except they’ve evolved so much over the years, they’re not just taking souls anymore.”

“Interesting, well you called the right person then,” Ketch says, standing up and heading to his car.

“So? What does that mean?” I say, Sammy and I quickly follow him.

“It means that I’ve seen it once before,” he said, Sam and I catching up with him.

“You have?” Sam asked.

“A long time ago, yes. It was a rather tragic event for the families but we were able to get the bodies back.”

“How?” I ask.

“Well it won't be easy but we have to…make a sacrifice of sorts,” he says, making his way back to his car. “Follow me back to the station and I’ll go over the details with detectives.”

We jump inside Baby and speed down the highway, much like Ketch had left. When we finally pulled back to the station, it was nearing five o’clock and a lot of the employees had been leaving for the day.

“Dad!” A female voice says, bounding over to Ketch and wrapping her arms around him.”

“(Y/N)!” he says, turning to the girl I noticed in the criminal investigation section earlier; no.

“Gents, I’d like for you to meet my daughter, (Y//N), (Y/N) this is Sam and Dean. They are friends of mine.”

“Oh the Winchesters? I thought you didn't like them?” She says and I chuckle; I like this girl.

“Well not at first, no, but we’ve all come to an agreement of sorts.”

“So, you’re Ketch’s daughter,” I say, looking at the woman.

“Not by blood. He adopted me when I was a kid. My bio parents died in a hunting accident when I was six and Ketch happened to be there, so he took me in,” she says.

“Well, we’re glad you’re here, (Y/N),” Sam says, reaching to shake her hand; I just nod at her.

I couldn’t believe it, even for a minute, I thought a girl related to Ketch was beautiful.

As our investigation went on, so did the opportunities for (Y/N) to show up unannounced, or so it seemed. Like, I thought she had a job at the department, but somehow she always ended up there, along with her Dad, to help assist us in our investigation. Not that I really minded her company but it was a little…odd.

“Don't you have something better to do?” I ask her as she’s going through some paperwork from the shooting.

She stopped flipping through the pages halfway between the pile and looked up to meet my gaze. “I’m helping on this case, y’all need some help sometimes, right?”

“Well yes but I thought you had another job to do?” I ask.

“I’m getting the feeling you don’t want me around Winchester,” she says, now more frustrated with me.

“I don’t care what you do,” I say, trying to play off how I was feeling underneath the surface. To be honest, I did care what she did. I barely know the girl but she’s getting under my skin and inside my head. What the hell is happening here I have no idea but all I know is I like being around her.

“Well clearly you do otherwise you wouldn’t be asking,” she says, raising an eyebrow in a challenging way.

Shit that wasn’t supposed to happen. I thought to myself so I did the best thing I knew to do; I walked away. I don’t know what my problem was but this had to stop. I couldn’t like Ketch’s daughter, her father is literally the biggest douche I’ve ever met so no way could I get involved with her. But the way she moved when she walked, swaying in the slightest way, her head held high like she owned the place. She didn’t look a thing like her Dad but there was more to her than that. She had that long (y/h/c) that flowed past her shoulders and down her back. It was just a little wavy and seemed to have more than one color in it but it suited her well. And those big beautiful (y/e/c) and a perfect smile to match. In just the few short days we were working this case, she has taken over every thought of mine so naturally, I didn’t like her.

“Dean, are you ready to go?!” Sam yells to me from the other room.

“Yeah,” I called back and grabbed my gear before meeting up with Sam, Ketch and (y/n). “What is she doing here?”

“She is here to help. Believe it or not gents, she does know about this life and has helped me out more than a time or two,” Ketch explained.

“As long as she stays out of the way,” I say, throwing a duffle bag into the trunk before making my way to the front. I could hear her huff in annoyance but I could care less.

We drove around town for a while, trying to find the supplies we were going to need for our “sacrifice” before we headed back to the motel where the last body was supposed to be. Gathering everything together, we followed Ketch’s instructions and then it was time for the dreaded part.

“So what exactly do we need to sacrifice?” Sam asks.

“Well, that’s where it can be rather difficult. We don’t need an entire person or thing to sacrifice, but we need the blood of the pure of heart,” Ketch explains.

“Who would that be?” I ask before following his eyes over to his daughter. Her face turned a bit pale, knowing her blood was going to be nearly drained from her body but she didn't hesitate.

“Tell me what I have to do,” she says.

“I know this won't be easy for you darling, but I will be right here the entire time,” Ketch says, attempting to comfort his child.

“Dad, I’m not a child, I can do this,” she says.

“I know but you are my child, my only child for that matter and I worry about you,” he says.

“This isn’t the first time I’ve put myself in a little bit of a difficult place for helping you out and I’m sure it won’t be the last,” (Y/N) says.

As much as I hate to admit it, she’s incredible for doing this and doing it more than just one time. I’m not saying I care about (y/n) or anything but this is going to be a risky task. She’s going to need to give a generous amount of blood for this sacrifice and to see she’s okay with going in without a second thought; it's admirable. It was almost as if we were in a hospital; we had a needle hooked up into her arm and tube after tube of blood was being drawn from her. I could tell it was making Ketch uncomfortable because it was his child, whether biologically or not, so I escorted him out of the room.

“Here, let’s go get a beer or something,” I say, clapping my hand on his shoulder and walking out.

“I’m sorry Dean, I just couldn't stand to see that much blood coming from my daughter,” Ketch says, sighing in defeat as we sat across one another at the map table in the Bunker.

“Hey, there’s no need to apologize. I’m worried about her, too,” I say.

A moment of silence passed between us before Ketch spoke again. “You care for her don’t you?”

“What? No, I don’t care for her!” I say, suddenly becoming defensive.

“You do; I can see it on your face. I’ve had the same look before and it does not go away so easily,” he says, frowning and dropping his eyes to the floor.

“Okay so what if I do? Is that so bad?” I ask.

“No it's not, but since this is my daughter we’re talking about, it does make a bit of difference.”

“Look Ketch, I would never hurt her,” I say, trying to explain what I hope I can do for his child.

“I know you wouldn’t, Dean. In fact, I’m not worried about her dating you, if that is what she wants. I am worried about this life; hunting. She has had some exposure to it but I try to shelter from it most of the time. If she’s around you, I’m afraid someone or something will get to her and there would be no point for my life to continue at that point.” Ketch was being really vulnerable and I was surprised to say the least, but I respected it. Sure, we had our issues trusting him in the past but this is his kid and right now, she is all that matters.

“Dad?�� A groggy voice calls to the room.

“Hey kiddo, your Dad went to get you some supplies for when you woke up. We all became worried when you went whiter than a sheet but we managed to get you back. You’ve been sleeping for the last few hours cause you did lose a lot of blood but we’ve monitored you,” I saw, looking down at the young girl on the bed in front of me.

“So did you get enough blood for the spell?” She asks.

“That is nothing you need to worry about. We need you to get back on your feet,” I tell her.

“But you don't need anymore blood?” I chuckle at her, not being able to believe she’s been so concerned with this, but it makes sense.

“No, we don’t need any more blood.” She takes a giant sigh of relief and slumps back into her bed. I smile as I watch her for a moment before I get called.

“Hey Dean, we need your help out here,” Sam calls to me and just as I was about to tell (y/n) I notice she had fallen asleep.

“Okay,” I call back and look down at the young Men of Letters’ daughter and lean down to press my lips on her forehead.

“What do we got?” I say, walking into the main room where the map table sat.

“We have the ingredients for the spell,” Sam says, adding everything together in what looked like a witches cauldron and an ominous purplish hue shown from it. We head out to the coroner's office and find one of the bodies that had their souls taken out and we tip the head back and pour the liquid down the throat. From the esophagus, we could see the hue shining from under the skin and soon, another blinding light encapsulated the room.

“How do you know if it worked?” I say, looking down to the body that seemed no different than a few moments before.

Cass places his hand on the body’s forehead and his eyes closed. He seemed a bit bothered by something but then his expression softened and he opened his eyes again.

“The soul is in there; I’m positive.” He says.

For the rest of the bodies that turned up recently without a soul, we were able to restore each one and bring some closure to the families of the victims. We contacted the families and had them come and see the newness of the bodies of their loved ones. Most people would be against this but because these bodies had been violated, family members wanted to make sure they’re loved ones were being honored as best they could.

“Thank you for restoring my Russell,” a lady said, leaning over to kiss her deceased husband. No one could say a word but a curt nod was all that could be mustered from any of us. This is part of cases we don't get to see. We meet family but we rarely get to see much happiness after the person is gone. Who knew a soul returning to a body could do such a thing?

Back at the Bunker, I go back to check in on Y/N. She was sleeping and I couldn’t help but watch the sore and almost voided women below me. She seemed less pale then when we first got her out of the process of taking her blood for the spell but she still seemed..hollowed in some places. Like her eyes, they were pushed back into her face and her arms and legs seemed as though they didn't have any muscle. How much of her blood did we take?

“Hey you,” she whispers, her eyes slowly moving to look up at me. I couldn’t speak and wanted so badly to kiss her but the way her eyes suddenly changed, I knew something was off.

“You get the hell away from her,” I say, leaning away from who I thought was (y/n) but I know better.

“Aw Dean, why can't we be friends or more since you seem to be in love with (y/n)?” I knew the voice well and just as I thought, (y/n)’s face morphed into him.

“You’re a real bag of dicks, you know that?” I say.

“Yes Dean, I’m aware of how you feel about me and I can’t believe you let this kid distract you from dealing with Daddy dearest,”

I hold back from killing The Trickster here and now and give him an opportunity to explain himself, against my better judgment.

“Well good ol’ Dad decided to send me to try and get you back on track. To bring something close to you to just take it away again.

“What the hell did you do to her?” I say, growing more and more irate.

“Oh relax, she’s fine, she’s just…tied up at the moment.” he says.

“I swear to God I will kill you if you hurt her,”

“Really? I think I can rearrange that since he’s my Father and all,” he says and freezes when I beg for her life again.

“Please, don’t hurt her. She’s all Ketch has anymore.”

“Yes but you don't like him either so why does it matter what happens to (y/n)?”

“Because we all need her on our team; she’s vital to helping solve cases.”

“Are you sure it isn't more than that?” A third voice says, coming into view.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Dean?” A small voice rang out into the silence that had surrounded me in the room. I don’t know how I ended up here but I do know, it wasn’t easy.

“Hey kiddo, you’re okay, it’s all over,” I say, looking over to her. She was much better now, away from the pain of blood being drained from her body, no longer in fear of who may be lurking around the corner.

“What do you mean?” She asks.

“Chuck, he's gone. Dead actually.” I say, still not fully believing it myself.

“You killed God?” She asks, a look of disbelief playing across her delicate features

“Well, not exactly. We killed the vessel Chuck but God himself, he swore he would leave the Earth and not bother Sam or I or anyone we love ever again.

“Oh, so, he can still come back though?”

“No, he can’t. Because I….” My words fade from my vocal cords and I cannot process any thought rushing through my mind at a million miles a second. This was it, this was why I did what I did. Her. She is the reason why Chuck is dead and God is permanently leaving us alone.

“I love you. I know it hasn’t been too long since you’ve been around us or me but I can’t help it. I love you and I want you to know that you are the reason God will leave us alone. If it wasn’t for you, we probably would still be fighting him and there wouldn’t be any peace….we’re free. Sam and I are free after all this time. We finally get to relax and be free to fight for people without having to look over our shoulders everywhere we go because I love you and he will leave us alone now because you are someone I love and….I’m free.” And for the first time in I don’t know how many years, I cried. Not just a small cry, a complete breakdown level of a cry. I guess I had years of pent up agony of having to fight and defend those whom I’ve loved finally come to a boiling point. (Y/N) did the one thing I needed in that moment, something I’ve lacked for many years; affection. She wrapped her arms around me, as tightly as she could, and held me close to her as sobs racked through my entire body. I began to shake violently and all she did was bring me in closer, run her fingers through my hair, and continuously try and shush me in that sweet, comforting way Mom’s do. I’m not sure how long we sat like that but we did until I was silent again. I slowly look up at her, through the tears still sitting in my eyes, and she runs her thumb right under my eye.

“You okay?” She asks, looking at me in a concerning fashion.

“I think so,” my voice was no higher than a whisper because I couldn’t trust myself. I surprised myself with the fact I cried as much as I did but I felt better.

“I love you too,” she says suddenly.

“You do?” I say, disbelief prominent on my face.

“I know it isn't long either, but I do have some pull to you and I cannot deny it. You are the only reason I’m here. I love my Dad, I really do but you are the one who I get up for day and day again. You are the one who protects me like no other. You are the one I want to keep giving blood away for whatever spells or anything else you need. I love your smile, your eyes, your laugh, the way you grumble about anything and everything because you’re getting older but it just melts my heart and I’ve never felt this for anyone.”

It may have seemed like a rather chick flick movie thing for me to do, and believe me, I kicked myself for it, but I couldn’t help it; I had to kiss her. Because for once, someone loved me and there was no way I was going to lose her. Well, aside from the traditional ways of losing someone but there wouldn’t be a douche who tries to take her away, which is way better anyways. Her lips felt so soft and natural when she kissed me and all I wanted to do was kiss her from now on. Who am I turning into? Maybe I’m finally able to learn what its like to care about someone and have someone care for me when in the past, we would have never gotten together or even thought about it but things with Ketch have been different and he hasn’t been after us too much since Chuck started. Now, I somehow ended up falling for his daughter.

“Oh, shit, damn it,” I say, pulling back from our kiss.

“What’s wrong?” She says. “I’m sure you’ve done this before,” she jokes.

“No, I mean yes of course but, you.” I say.

“Me?”

“You’re Ketch’s daughter.”

“We’ll he’s my adopted Dad,” she comments.

“Yeah but he still raised you. What is he going to think of this, of us?” I say, motioning between us.

“He won’t care.”

“Are you sure? I mean we've been fighting with him for years and we just got him on our side.”

“Dean, you’re overreacting. He just wants my happiness. He’s just going to have to deal with it being with you,” she says.

“Fine, then I say we need to tell him and everyone else about us before anything else happens between us.”

She suddenly gets up from where we were sitting in the common room and I jump up to follow her.

“Where are we going?” I say when I catch up with her.

“To tell my Dad.”

“Really?” I ask, not believing she wants to do this now but she stops and grabs my face and kisses me, for a long time.

“Really,” She says after she lets me breathe again.

I follow her into the other room where we see Sam and Ketch at the map table, Sam with a book in his hands and Ketch scrolling through his phone.

“Dad?” (Y/N) says when we are in hearing distance.

“Yeah sweetheart?” Ketch responds, looking up from his phone.

“I’m in love with Dean,” she says with such ease, it brings a smile to my face.

“Oh I know,” he says and goes back to his phone.

“Wait, you know? How?” I ask.

“Because, I see the way you look at her, Dean. And (y/n), I heard you talking to Sam about it.”

“Wait, Sammy, you knew how she felt about me?”

“Yes,”

“Then why didn’t you tell me?” I ask.

“She asked me not to,” he says.

“So you’re okay with this?” (Y/N) asks Ketch.

“If he makes you happy, then I’m okay with it.”

“But you hurt her Dean and I swear,” Ketch threatens me.

“Don’t worry man, I couldn’t hurt her. She’s the best thing that ever came out of a perfect storm.”

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diabolimeservavit666 · 10 months

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Brings Me Back To When We Were Young

Mick leans in, nozzling his head into Ketch's neck. Ketch has an arm around him, his hand placed gently on on the slightly shorter man's waist as he looks down at his lover. He smiles at the pure look of content in those bright green eyes and the lashes of red, green, white, blue, and purple shine on his face. The fireworks were beautiful as they were any other year but something about seeing them from this height came with its own sense of nostalgia, back to when they were kids at the Achademy below them: Kendricks.

"Do you ever miss this?" Mick asks, eyes still set just above the horizon. Ketch lets out a brief chuckle.

"Do I ever miss what? The sneaking around, hiding behind closed doors and up here on the roof top just to love my best friend, and pray that we wouldn't get caught?" The wording however hinting of displeasure, his tone had a hint of humor to it. "It might have all been fun but, Mr. Davies…" Ketch lowers his tone, whispering his next words into Mick's ear. "if we had been caught by any of our fellow students or, Heaven forbid, the Headmistress herself, you know what would happen next, I hope. One of us would have to kill the other." His tone got real cold with that last sentence and Mick laughs, despite the fact that that would've frightened or, at least, concerned anyone else.

" 'Because the code demands it'. The old woman really had a stick up her-" Ketch places his index finger to Mick's lips to silence him.

"Shhh… We're not alone." Sure enough, Mick cranes his neck to look behind them and there were two young boys around the age of eleven or twelve, both dressed in the Kendricks uniform. They were pale and frozen in fear with their hands intertwined with the others, probably assuming that the older men were Professors and going to report them. Mick sighs, giving them a warm reassuring smile of understanding.

"It's okay. This is a safe place. Or rather, it was when we went here."

"You don't have to worry." Ketch chimes in. "We are not going to report you. It'd be a bit redundant, don't you think?"

"Thank you, sir." One of the boys says as they find their favorite spot, having a little skip to their step as they do. They choose to sit only a few feet further down, one between the other's legs and wrapped in his arms. Soft whispers could be heard for them, the unmistakable giggles were much louder.

"You remember when we were like that?" Mick says, returning his attention to his lover.

"How could I ever forget?" Ketch places a tender kiss on Mick's neck, turning the reciever a little red.

"Do you think our secret's safe with them?" Mick's a little more serious this time. Ketch takes a good look at the boys then turns back to Mick.

"Certainly. Even if they were to report us to the proper authority, they would have to explain what they were doing up here. And something tells me that neither of them want to face those consequences." Mick turns to the boys, their joy shining a little light into his heart and he agrees. Why ruin the one place where you're safe… to be you?

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queen-of-deans-booty · 24 days

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Goofing Off

Pairing: Jared Padalecki x Puerto Rican!Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~900

Warnings: fluff

Request by anon: Hola so i was watching the episode where Arthur is talking with the Winchester about the chupacabras so can i request a one shot where the reader is a actress a Jensen or Jared girlfriend who is Puerto Rican and is the one who is teaching David (Arthur actor) who to said Chupacabras? With a lot of funny

Summary: You love pulling pranks and making people laugh. Whenever someone new comes onto the show, you make your mission to pull as many pranks as you can on them.

Square Filled: woke up married (2020) for @spnfluffbingo

Author’s Note: i didn't really go into the details of a reader that is puerto rican because i didn't want to get anything wrong, so i tried to keep it really vague here.

Out of all of the seasons you’ve worked on, your favorite has to be the current one: season twelve. One of the newest cast members, David Haydn-Jones, has been such an incredible addition to the show even if his character isn’t well-liked. Recently, David loves to have fun and joke around, and you just so happen to be one of the best pranksters on set.

Even before you met Jared, you were always looking to make your family smile and laugh with small pranks that didn’t do any harm to anyone. Jared happened to like that about you when you started dating, and it only got worse the more time went on.

The very first prank you ever pulled on Jared was putting a bunch of Ken Dolls on your car and calling him to tell him that there were men on your car and you were scared. He came out with a towel on his head like how a woman would wrap her hair after a shower and your bathrobe on. It was so funny you almost peed your pants.

The longer you two dated, the more he got into your pranks. Now, he almost expects them whenever he comes home from a long day of filming or doing a convention. Then, you two got married, and the first thing you did when you woke up as a married woman was pull a prank on him.

His life would never be boring from that on, and would always be filled with laughter and joy.

He got you a part on Supernatural for a few years now which you have loved doing. Being around Jensen, Jared, and Misha have been nothing short of amazing. Your pranks actually doubled in size when you teamed up with Jensen to take on Jared or Misha.

The newest person to suffer your wrath is David who plays Arthur Ketch on the show. He is more of a serious actor than the ones you usually work with but after a while, he got used to your pranks and lightened up a lot more.

Jensen and Jared are finishing up a scene while you and David are off to the side going over your plan. The plan is that you told David you two were going to get Jensen and Jared when in reality, you were turning the tables so that Jensen and Jared are going to get David.

“I got it, I got it,” he nods.

“Okay,” you smile.

David walks on set when he is needed, and the scene with Ketch, Sam, and Dean is ready to be put into motion.

Sam and Dean are seated in the Bunker’s library and Sam calls Mick over the phone to which Ketch answers.

“Hello, Winchester,” David says in his posh Ketch accent.

“Ketch? Where’s Mick?” Dean asks.

“He didn’t tell you? He flew back to London last night after all the unpleasantness with Dagon. Well, Mick has a lot to answer for. For the time being, you will report to me.”

“Seriously?” Dean rolls his eyes.

“I don’t like it any more than you do. I’d much rather be with your mother… hunting… for Chupacabras in Texas.”

It’s the way he said Chupacabras that has everyone confused. You know how to say it very well since you have the accent for it, but you told David how to say it the American way which Jensen and Jared picked up on easily.

“A what, Ketch?” Jared asks, still in character.

“Chupacabra.”

“What was that?”

“Chupacabra,” Jensen says in a deep voice while rolling his R’s.

Jared snickers but tries to stay in character. He takes out his phone and makes Google pronounce the word, and the entire crew starts laughing.

“Chupacabra,” Jensen says again.

“Chupacabra,” Jensen tries again, rolling his R’s.

“Chupacabra,” David says in the same accent as before.

Jensen looks at the phone weirdly as if David is right there in front of him.

“He doesn’t know how to say Chupacabra,” Jared says.

Jared plays the Google pronunciation of the word again loudly.

“Chupacabra,” David says.

“It’s like a brrra,” Jensen rolls his R’s. “Then Chupa. So it’s like Chupa, chupa, chupa--”

“Chupacabra,” David says over the phone in the same tone he’s been in since the scene started.

He’s trying so hard not to break character even though Jensen and Jared have already done so. You’re going to pee your pants from laughing so hard.

“Chupacabra,” Jensen rolls his R’s with a bit of an accent.

At this point, Jensen and Jared start talking gibberish and rolling their R’s and just having a good time while David is trying to stay in character. You can see him scrunch his nose up as if it itches, but that’s a ploy to hide the smile trying to break through.

“Chupacabra,” Davis says, causing Jared and Jensen to break out in giggles. “I don’t like it any more than you do but for now, I’m what you’ve got. So, Wisconsin…”

David can hear everyone laughing through the phone as he tries so hard to stay in character.

“Ketch? What was that?” Jared giggles. “He doesn’t know how to say Chupacabra.”

David hangs up the phone just as the director calls, “CUT!” David breaks out into laughter and looks right at you who can’t hold it in anymore.

“I’m not trusting you ever again!”

God, you love working on this show.

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lokigonnakmsforbucky · 1 year

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You're Beautiful

Arthur ketch x Insecure! reader

Summary: Y/n is feeling insecure and Ketch isn't really helping with how she feels by flirting with Mary Winchester

Warning: Feeling Insecure, angst, with fluff at the end.

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You and Arthur have been in a relationship for two years now, not a public relationship of course, If anyone from the British Men of Letters even found out about your relationship. One of you will be terminated immediately.

But, you can't ignore how he is publically flirting with Mary Winchester.

You could feel your blood boil watching them flirt across the room. Mary trying to play it off but you can tell she was enjoying it. Ketch gives all of his corny jokes and smiles.

What does bloody Mary Winchester have that you don't?

When you said that sentence to yourself, you could hear another voice telling you all kinds of things that she has and you don't. She is a better fighter, prettier than you, and has everything you don't. I am not like her.

You didn't realize that in the middle of the meeting you had tears falling down your face, Ketch looking straight at you. Worried.

You wipe the tears off your face and walk out the door. No words were spoken to anyone. But, you could feel his eyes watching your every move.

you walk down the hallway, head down. you can't let anyone see how weak you are.

You finally reached my quarters, closed the door behind me, and immediately fell on your knees sobbing. You wish you could be as strong as that woman, maybe Ketch would actually talk to you more. Mary was a pretty woman, you cannot even deny that.

you know your self-worth, but why can't you just be her? She is so tiny, barely wears makeup, and most of all she is a strong woman.

Everything you are not.

A knock at your door breaks your train of thought, you wipe the tears that were on your face and stand behind the door. "Who is it?" your voice even sounded like you were crying.

"It's Arthur, can I come in?"

Of course, it has to be him. you take a deep breath, walk away from the door to the bed, and sit. "Yes."

Arthur opens the door slowly like he would during a hunt if he feared something might attack him. His eyes finally landed on you and he shut the door. "What is wrong my love?"

You could fill the anger in you and move throughout your body, all the frustrations you have felt today, "What's wrong? You came in here to ask me what's wrong?" you laugh, trying to hide all your anger. You have to show him Your not weak. "Nothing is wrong Ketch, why don't you go back. and talk to your American barbie girl?"

Ketch looks at you confused, "You mean Mary? My love, you got it all wrong." He made his way closer to you and you put your hand out, your eyes already stinging with more tears threatening to fall.

"Two years Ketch, We have been together two years. Two bloody years. You think nothing is wrong when you are FLIRTING WIH HER RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!" You could feel my anger was now out, and you couldn't hold it anymore.

"Y/n, love cal-" Ketch couldn't get his sentence off before you lash out once more.

"Don't tell me to calm down!" Tears were streaming down your face, your eyes looking directly at his. "Go be with her!" Ketch's face changed once you said those words.

"Why would I want to be with her? When I got everything I want with you." Ketch explained, you tried to speak once more but his hand went up basically telling you to shush, "I don't know why you are being like this. Why? Do you not trust me?"

You look down now, Of course, you trusted him. But, Mary... you don't trust her at all. You feel like she could take him away from you. Because of how different we are.

"I do trust you...But, I don't trust her." you mumbled, "She is so much more interesting than me, stronger than me, she is even bloody prettier than me." you wipe the tears that are falling down my face.

Ketch kneels in front of you, grabbing your hands gently with one hand, using the other to tilt your face to look up at him and wipe your tears, "My love. You are so much better than her. In every way. Don't let your mind tell you all of those lies. You are beautiful, You are strong. You are one of the strongest women I know. I mean, who can spar with me and take me down almost with ease?"

You giggle at his words, "I can."

Ketch smiles at me, "No need to worry about Mary Winchester. But I do apologize for flirting with her. I am trying to get her more on our side so we can end all this rubbish and return home. I didn't realize how that made you feel my love, please forgive me."

You smile at Ketch, nodding your head in the process.

"I forgive you."

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findyourrp · 5 months

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I'm in dire need of roleplaying partners. I have an OC, and I prefer to roleplay as her, but I don't mind doing doubles and being a character for your OC. I would appreciate it if you could write three sentences to a paragraph. I don't expect novels, but a story can't be built with little to no description and dialog. AUs and Canon are welcome. I do like dark, taboo, and fluff. I am 30 years old and turning 31 in December of 2023. I write NSFW! If you don't like NSFW, that's fine. Don't interact with this post. I need NSFW. I do understand that is not everyone's cup of tea, and I respect that, but don't ask me to be SFW. I have a lot of ideas and plots, and I'm in a lot of fandoms. But I am looking for very specific fandoms and characters. I use tumblr and Discord. =^.^=

Marvel: Bucky, Steve

Supernatural: Dean, Sam, John, Arthur Ketch

Law and Order: SVU: Bensen, Stabler, Carisi, Barba

Chicago Fire: Severide

Criminal Minds: Morgan, Prentiss

Stranger Things: Hopper, Billy

Rizzoli and Isles: Rizzoli, Isles, or both

Walker: Cordell Walker

Henry Cavill characters, all movies

Jeffrey Dean Morgan characters, NEGAN lol

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french-vanilla-in-the-clouds · 2 years

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𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃?

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• All fics and headcanons are written as fem!reader x character.

• I write fluff, angst, hurt/comfort... you get the idea

• fics styled in third-person POV (on the outside looking in!)

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lilithwolferp · 10 months

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I'm in dire need of roleplaying partners. I have an OC, she in my pinned post. I would appreciate it if you could write at least 3 sentences to a paragraph. I don't expect novels, but a story can't build with little to no description and dialog. AUs and Canon are welcomed. I do like dark, taboo, and fluff. You must be 21 and older. Because I do smut and I'm 30. And I have a lot of ideas. And I'm in a lot of fandoms. So without further ado. I'll list the fandoms and then the characters I'm looking for to play against my OC. I'm willing to do doubles.

Marvel: Loki, Bucky Barnes, Captain America, Black Widow, Thor.

Supernatural: Dean, John, Sam, Arthur Ketch

Law and Order: SVU: Stabler, Carisi, Barba, Olivia

Chicago Fire: Severide

Crimnal Minds: Reid, Morgan, Prentiss

Stranger Things: Sheriff Hopper, Billy

Rizzoli and Isles: Rizzoli, Maura, or both

Labyrinth: Jareth

Queen of the Damn: Lestat

Henry Cavill Characters, all movies

#roleplay #lilith wolfe #spn #supernatural #loki #tom hiddleston #marvel roleplay #marvel #stranger things roleplay #svu roleplay #queen of the damned #labyrinth roleplay

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caplanbuckybarnes · 1 year

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Benny Lafitte & Arthur Ketch Fics

hello and welcome to my masterlist! This little space features nothing but Benny Lafitte x Reader & Arthur Ketch x Reader fics. I do hope you enjoy! Please Don’t Forget to reblog the fics you enjoy!

Fics with 🤓 are favorites of mine!

Fics with 🔥 smut

Fics with 😡 angst

Fics with 💕 are fluff

Fics with 🍯 200+ notes

Fics I could possibly consider continuing 🧐

updated March 16 2024

Benny Lafitte

All Mine Summary: you ask your boyfriend to marry you.

Birthday Surprise Summary; deans takes you on a surprise to visit your friend Benny

Your Savior Will Come Summary: you run to your best friend for help after you escape your abusive boyfriend dean.

Bleeding Limbs Summary; bennys not doing so good….

Bella Noche Summary: In order to seek silence away from your drunken friends, you duck into a small diner

One Upon a December Summary: Benny watches hopelessly as Dean leaves Purgatory without him [benny lafitte x dean winchester]

What Was it Like? Summary: A question of uncertainty

Whistle Away Summary: whistle if you miss me….

Playtime Summary: Benny introduces you to another play toy. [dean winchester x reader x benny lafitte]

A Fate of Luck Summary: Growing up, you've always heard about people finding their soulmate within days of their 21st birthday. You always assumed that it was a load of shit, something your parents said to you as a little girl so you wouldn't think you'd die alone. But here you are, on the eve of your 21st birthday, cramming in for a college exam, laying your bedroom in pain....it doesn't help that your loud ass neighbor in the house next door has been a constant nuisance in your life....for all eternity.

Fight Me Summary: Benny won yet another MMA match.

I'd Do Anything Summary: You disagree with Benny having to go rescue Sam out of Purgatory.

Into the Night Summary: Benny holds off the villagers giving you time to escape

Leave Me in the Dirt Summary: you never expected to have Benny in your heart as muchas you had…

Newborn Pup Summary: you’re pregnant with Benny’s offspring

Newborn Thirst Summary: Benny is amused as he watches you try to feed yourself

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ao3feed-destiel-02 · 7 months

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Russian Roulette

Russian Roulette https://ift.tt/qE7Uy29 by In_dubio_pro_coffee Dean Winchester, currently a pretty receptionist at Novak Inc, hates his job. But then one day, Dick Roman walks in, demanding to speak the boss. Next thing Dean knows is that he is promoted to privat secretary of Castiel Novak - head of the company. Apparently Dick Roman wants to destroy the city and take over the world. For some reason Castiel has chosen Dean to help prevent him from that. But behind those pretty blue eyes lies something dark. If Dean isn't careful, he'll risk drowning in them. Words: 2523, Chapters: 1/36, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Dick Roman (Supernatural), Metatron (Supernatural), Arthur Ketch, Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Lisa Braeden, and other minor characters Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Background Charlie Bradbury/Jo Harvelle, very background Sam Winchester/Jessica Moore Additional Tags: thriller with a lovestory, Office AU, Office Sex, Car Sex, Anal Sex, military background of main characters, Minor Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, No Supernatural Creatures, teaming up against a villian, War Trauma, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Openly Bisexual Dean Winchester, Fluff, Smut, Angst, Hurt/Comfort via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/vQuRPBW October 06, 2023 at 04:52AM

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frankiethedarkangel · 1 year

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Character list for requests

*No limits on the types of requests*

Last Updated 12/26/22

Smut, fluff, angst and anything in between :)

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

John Winchester

Gabriel

Crowley

Meg

Lucifer

Arthur Ketch

Castiel

Gadreel

Henry Winchester

Amara

Chuck

Sons of Anarchy

Chibs Telford

Jax Teller

Opie Winston

Tig

Juice Ortiz

Peacemaker

Adrian Chase/Vigilante

Emilia Harcourt

Chris Smith/Peacemaker

Stranger Things

Jim Hopper

Joyce Byers

Johnathan Byers

Argyle

Officer Phil Callahan

Chrissy Cunningham

Eddie Munson

Alexi

Robin Buckley

Steve Harrington

Horror Films

Bo Sinclair

Art the Clown

Michael Myers

Freddy Kruger

Jason Voorhees

Pyramid Head

Ghostface (90s-Present)

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Bubba Sawyer

Thomas Hewitt

Marvel

Captain America/Steve Rodgers

Black Widow/Natasha Romanov

Druig

Hulk/Bruce Banner

Eddie Brock/Venom

Spiderman/Peter Parker (Tobey, Andrew, and Tom)

Iron Man/Tony Stark

Ant Man/Scott Lang

Doctor Strange/Stephen Strange

Loki

Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff

Daredevil/Matt Murdock

Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes

Barron Zemo

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Emily Prentiss

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore

Stephan Salvator

Klause Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Kai Parker

Alaric Saltsman

Jeremy Gilbert

Caroline Forbes

Tyler Lockwood

Matt Donovan

Rebekah Mikaelson

Twilight

Edward Cullen

Jacob Black

Bella Swan

Charlie Swan

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heavenssexiestangel · 6 months

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SPN PRO-SHIP BANG WEEKLY DRABBLE: SHOW YOUR LOVE

MAIN MASTERLIST FOR THE CHALLENGE

Rating: General

Ship: Arthur Ketch/Mick Davies/Dean Winchester

Word count: 200

Written for: @spnproshipbang Weekly Drabble Challenge

Prompt: “What's your favorite thing about me?"

Tags and Warnings: Double Drabble, Alpha Mick Davies, Omega Dean Winchester, Fluff, Cuddling & Snuggling, Established Relationship

Summary:

Mick asks a somewhat difficult question, but the answer is easier than Dean thought

Beta: none

Notes: I wanted something sweet, so here we go LOL I love these three so much tbh, I can't even

For @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell: Happy belated birthday, another surprise will come your way soon-ish

Companion to:

Between the Three by @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell

Adventures in Parenting by me

A Growing Family by me

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nerdlifecentralsblog · 1 year

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Unknown Secrets [5] - repost

Summary: Crowley and Rowena work at keeping suspicions off of the reader’s back while the Hunters get close to nowhere in their searching. Y/n discovers a possible pattern that could lead to Asmodeus’ whereabouts and even more answers relating to her lineage.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, reader, Gabriel (mentioned), Castiel (mentioned), Mick, Ketch, Rowena, and Crowley

Pairing: everyone platonic

Genre: Angst, bit of fluff

Word Count: 3,800 :O

Warnings: n/a

A/N: Merry Christmas SPN Family!!!! I wasn’t planning on finishing this chapter until after Christmas but consider it an early gift from me to you. Hope y'all enjoy it and would love to hear your feedback! <33

I wake with a start and take a few calming breaths and look around the living room. “When did I even fall asleep?” I only hope today isn’t nearly as nerve-wracking as yesterday was, I should probably call Ketch and let him know I’m with my “experts” and that they’re working on solutions as we speak. But the very thought brings back anxiety.

“Good morning, y/n. Sleep well I assume?” A deep British voice says from behind me. I sit up on the couch and see Crowley standing with his cellphone in hand. “My mother had to run some errands and test some theories she has about helping you stay hidden.”

I nod and say, “You certainly like to sneak up on people, Crowley,” the demon pockets his phone and chuckles.

“What can I say, it’s a hobby of mine.” he winks and continues, “The Winchesters are probably getting antsy, I figured it would be a good idea to go and give the boys a visit. Let them know that you’re safe and all.”

I nod, thankful I don’t have to be the one to lie on the spot. “Thank you, Crowley. What exactly are you going to tell them?”

“Nothing far from the truth, darling,” he says, smirking, “that you came to my mother for help and she asked for my help as well. If they try to push any further, I can just call them morons for suspecting you.”

I can’t help but laugh, Crowley smiles at me and he suddenly disappears. “Does he just follow the Winchesters around or something?” Though I’m grateful he went to tell them in person, I still wish I could hear what was going on.

I hear the front door click and a pair of heels walk inside, the door closing behind them.

“Hey, Rowena,” I call from my spot still on her couch, “go on any wild adventures while you were out?”

She laughs, her red curls bouncing as she unloads bags from her arms onto a side table near one of her armchairs. “No adventures this time, just calling in a few favors and catching up with some fellow witches.”

I raise my eyebrows at her. She never talks with other witches after she was practically a laughing stock after trying to create her “Mega Coven”.

“But enough about me,” she says, placing her large purse on the same table from last night. She walks into her kitchen area and continues, “how did your chat with Arthur go last night? By the time I came back to check on you, you had fallen asleep.”

“Well, I still feel horrible lying to him, but I don’t think he suspects me.” I follow her through her house and take a seat nearby where she was working in the kitchen, making even more tea and humming in acknowledgment. “But now I don’t know how to keep this up, I mean, these people have been hunting their whole lives and are famous for being paranoid. And to add to it, I have a message from Sam asking how I’m doing and to call him when I get the chance.”

She sends a quick sideways glance in my direction but doesn’t respond. I don’t have any ideas and frankly, the silence is welcomed.

Unfortunately, the silence doesn’t last long as I hear my ringtone go off from the coffee table in front of me. I pick it up and see Sam’s contact light up. Rowena immediately gets up and stands behind me as I answer with shaky hands, unprepared to talk with the Hunters again.

“Hey, Y/n?” Sam asks, although it was a little hard to hear him.

“Yes?” I respond, “it’s a little hard to hear you, Sam, are you guys on the road or somewhere with choppy wifi?”

I hear him huff a tense laugh and vaguely hear Dean on the verge of yelling. “Yeah well we got a surprise visitor and Dean and Gabe aren’t exactly thrilled with his appearance.”

I groan in frustration, I’m sure that it’s Crowley bugging the hell out of them rather than actually explaining what’s going on. Of course he had to leave all the hard lying to me. “Put me on speaker, will you? It’s gonna be a lot easier to explain what’s going on if I can just talk to everyone all at once.”

“Sure thing,” he responds, “alright, Y/n, you’re on speaker.”

“Um, hey guys, how’s the search coming?” I say, my leg bouncing with nerves.

“Hello, Y/n,” Cas responds, sounding extremely tired. Probably from dealing with everyone arguing about who knows what. “We don’t have anything yet, only the information we already knew about lightning storms and other demon signs here.”

“Okay, and what was all the shouting about?” Their end of the line went silent, “I’m assuming it has something to do with Crowley being there.”

“And how exactly did you know that?” I hear Dean say, I think he moved closer to the phone because his voice is much clearer than before. “You send him here or something?”

I roll my eyes even though the only person who can see it is Rowena. She chuckles and leans over me to speak into my phone, “You really think my son listens to anyone but himself, Dean?” She gives me a small wink and leans back indicating that’s all she wanted to say for now, placing my phone back on my lap as I hear Dean mutter something on the other line. I know Mick and Ketch have told me about Dean’s grumpiness, but it is insanely irritating to be trying to have a conversation with him while he’s in a mood.

“Wait, Rowena’s with you?” Sam asks incredulously, as someone slams the motel door. I can only assume it was Gabriel as I’m sure he wants nothing to do with demons and was already on edge with the Asmodeus situation.

I hear Crowley sigh loudly, I can just see his eyes rolling. I also hear someone’s footsteps walk toward the phone, “Helpful as ever, mother,” Crowley responds, “if you would all stop acting like morons for two minutes I could actually explain what’s going on here.” Now it’s my turn to sigh, if he’s gonna explain what’s happening then why the hell am I even here?

“No offense, Crowley, but I’d much rather hear what’s going on from y/n,” Mick speaks up, “I can’t speak for anyone else, but I am much more inclined to believe her.”

Crowley huffs and I can only imagine the eye roll Dean gave at his dramatics.

“If you insist, Mick, I would love to enlighten you, boys,” I say with a fake smile, hoping they could hear it in my tone and believe it is real. “I decided it wouldn’t be very smart to stay by myself if I really am sick or something else is going on, so I figured I should stay with some experts I know.” I pause looking up at Rowena, not really sure how I should word the rest of this. I’ve never been the best at lying so I decide to avoid a complete lie, though I know I can’t be entirely truthful without having a death wish. She nods in encouragement for me to continue. “Rowena and Crowley were kind enough to help me out and make sure I’m doing okay, I don’t know how long I’ll be with them but I’ll still be working to track any omens or look for possible patterns for you guys.”

I tentatively hold my breath, waiting for some kind of response. I hear the phone be picked up and I assume it is taken off of speaker since the connection becomes a bit clearer.

“Hey, y/n,” Mick says quietly. “I know this is scary for you, especially with Gabriel practically running you off of this case, but you know you can come to me or Ketch with anything right?”

My eyes begin tearing up hearing Mick talk so openly and kindly to me. I’ve certainly known him and Ketch the longest and I trust them both with my life. I can’t handle actively lying to them and not being able to come to them with my anxieties. Both of my boys calling me makes me realize how much harder coming clean is going to be; it’s not like I can drop off the face of the earth and disappear without anyone trying to look for me.

“Y/n? You still there, love?” Mick’s voice brings me back from my racing thoughts.

“Yeah, sorry I’m still here,” I respond, willing my voice to not crack. Turns out my willpower isn’t that strong as my voice is super quiet and breaks at the end of my sentence. I hear Mick sigh sadly on the other line as we sit in silence together for a moment.

Mick breaks the silence, empathy evident in his tone, “Are you safe? I know you are more than capable of handling yourself, but I want to make sure you’re also able to recover from this without driving yourself to a breaking point.”

I nod and respond, “Yeah, I’m safe here. I wish I could be there with you and Ketch but I know it’s best to stay away in case this is some kind of bug or something that can spread. I don’t want to get in your way.” I can tell my last comment upset him, even though I can only hear Mick I can vividly see his brows furrow in concern.

“Y/n, you don’t need to ever worry about being in the way. I can’t speak for the Winchesters or the bloody angels, but just know that both Ketch and I miss you, and he would really love a call from you when you feel up to it.”

I smile into the phone. The Brits aren’t really known for being endearing very often, but I know they are both making an effort to be available to me in their own ways.

“I’ll call him a bit later, I should really try and get some research done for you guys. Pretty sure the addition of Gabriel and my absence ruined any chance of there being brain cells left for you and Ketch to abuse.”

Mick chuckles quietly saying, “Alright, love, I won’t keep you any longer. Don’t forget to call and lend us that brain of yours.” He says teasingly.

I laugh and promise to catch up later, then I hang up on him. I didn’t even realize I had been crying until Rowena gently hands me a box of tissues and walks off to the kitchen. I hear her moving around, I realize she is making more tea as she places her tea kettle on the stovetop.

I decide I might as well start researching now so I can be sure to call Ketch later with more info on the surrounding towns. I have a feeling Asmodeus wouldn’t stray too far away from me without good reason to. From what other Hunters at my bar have been telling me over the past few months, nothing crazy or demonic has happened. Although no one around here knows what Princes of Hell are so there is always a possibility they simply weren’t seeing the signs.

Rowena walks back in and places two teacups and a kettle down on the coffee table in front of the couch and occupies the seat next to me as I grab my laptop out of my backpack. I smile as thanks to her and start up my computer.

I spend most of the day gathering as many weather reports from surrounding towns that date back to forty years ago and writing down any possible anomalies or patterns; since that is also when the lightning storms in Dubuque began. The only real breaks I take are when Rowena practically forces me to step away from my computer for some food, and most of our conversation is filled with what I’ve discovered.

Sometime in the afternoon, Crowley walks through the front door with a look of almost boredom on his face. “Hello, mother, y/n.”

Rowena waves and I respond, “Hey, Crowley, how did babysitting go?”

“Absolutely horrid. I honestly don’t understand how they can get anything done with the constant bickering.” I laugh at his exasperation. I was only with all of them for a day and it was pretty overwhelming. “I will say, the smartest thing they did was calling you.”

I shake my head trying not to laugh, “Did they make any progress on any leads?” I ask, hoping that they decided to pursue other possibilities other than the idea that I’m the nephidemon.

“Well, not really. They are still wasting time searching in Iowa for Asmodeus’s child,” oh no, they better not have done any other spellwork. Crowley softens his gaze, “don’t worry, they didn’t do anything magic-related. And anytime any of them tried to bring you up or suggest calling you again I tried to shoot down the idea.”

I sigh in relief. I know that if they tried to replicate Rowena’s previous spell it would only solidify in their minds that I’m the enemy right now. I can’t believe Crowley actively stuck up for me though, I know he said he would help but lying to that many powerful people and angels is extremely risky.

“Thank you, Crowley. I have another question though,” I really want to ask him if any demons he knows of are hanging around in the towns surrounding Dubuque.

“I am an open book, darling. What do you need to know?”

He responds. Rowena steps out gathering the teacups and kettle, giving me and Crowley the opportunity to have a little bit of privacy.

“Well,” I say, “I’ve been doing some research on the smaller cities surrounding Dubuque, and I’ve realized that every five years there have been regular lightning storms and even crop failures in the towns that grow enough crops to track that kinda thing.”

“Okay, but that’s nothing out of the ordinary, y/n. Crops fail all the time and electrical storms coming and going like that isn’t enough evidence.”

I hold my hand up at Crowley’s comment. He raises his eyebrows and moves to sit next to me on the couch, waving to continue my ideas. “That’s what I thought at first too, but here’s the thing, every five years on the same day the electrical storms and crop failures stop in one town and move to another. Five years later on the same day again they move to a third town. Wanna guess what happens five years from then?” Again I only receive an eyebrow raise and wave to continue, “It goes back to the first town. And, each of these towns are exactly four miles away from Dubuque.”

“That is very compelling, my dear, but how can you connect any of this back to Asmodeus?” Crowley asks sounding slightly impatient.

“That’s also what I was thinking, so I did some more research into Asmodeus himself, and turns out, he is the Fourth Prince of Hell.” Crowley’s eyes widen in surprise and recognition. “There’s one more thing,” I add, a bit hesitant as Crowley leans in interest sparking in his eyes. “The day Asmodeus switches towns is always on my birthday.” He leans back into the couch and lets out a puff of air.

“So what I’m hearing is that Asmodeus supposedly stayed in Dubuque for twenty years, had the nephidemon -” “You mean me.” I interrupt, but he narrows his eyes and continues, “then continued to stay in the towns exactly four miles from your town for what reason?”

I shake my head at his question. “Who knows why that demon does what he does, why bother trying to figure it out when we know the patterns of where he will be every year?” Rowena exclaims, her heels clicking against the floor as she struts into the room.

“That’s something that I’m sure Sam and Dean can overthink into creating a solution for us,” I suggest while grabbing my phone and searching for Ketch’s phone number. The phone rings twice before Ketch picks up.

“Hey, y/n! Feeling better I hope?” I can’t help but smile at Ketch’s warm greeting, though the warmth is quickly replaced with anxiety.

“Hey, Ketch. I’m feeling a little bit better, you sound a bit tired, are you okay?” I ask, partially to pass the conversation off of me but also in concern for him. It’s no secret that Hunters tend to keep emotions and worries holed up inside and the exhaustion lacing Ketch’s voice is concerning to me.

“I’m doing all right, love. Trying to ensure this town’s safety is all, plus,” he whispers, “you’re the only American I can deal with, and being practically holed up with these American Hunters is driving me a tad insane.”

I chuckle softly and he does the same. “Could you put me on speaker for a sec? I’ve been doing some research and I think I might have something.”

“You mean to say you didn’t call just to have a pleasant conversation with me?” I roll my eyes and wait for Ketch to do as I asked. “Alright, love, you’re on speaker now.”

“Okay, so as I just told Ketch I’ve been doing some digging and I think I might have found something demon-related.” I hear slight shuffling sounds coming from the phone, probably the boys grouping around the phone to hear me better. “Basically, my thought process was if we are thinking that Asmodeus stayed in Dubuque to try and throw off any suspicions that his future child would bring, he most likely isn’t still there.”

“Why do you say that?” Dean asks sounding unconvinced.

I sigh and reply, “Because it would be way too risky. A Prince of Hell and his kid hanging out in the same town for years? There’s no way Hunters around the country wouldn’t recognize the signs and go after them. Anyway, I was checking out the neighboring cities to see if any demon omens were happening and they are, in a very specific pattern too.” I paused taking a grounding breath, Crowley scoots a little closer, giving me some assurance as I continue to tell the Hunters on the phone about the cattle mutilations, electrical storms, and the small number of crop failures in three of the towns.

“How far are these towns again, y/n?” Sam asks.

“Oh yeah! Each town is exactly four miles from Dubuque.” It’s probably best to leave out what date these issues occur on, I’m trying to throw suspicion off of me and I doubt revealing my birthdate would truly do that.

“Even if it isn’t Asmodeus, I’ve been wanting to kick some demonic ass today,” Dean spoke up. I chuckle at his response, though I’m very grateful they are still willing to take care of my town while I’m not there.

“That’s not very nice of you to say. I might feel threatened.” Crowley butted in a playful smirk on his face.

“Y/n, can you take us off speaker for a second?” Mick asks, sounding a bit uncomfortable.

I look over to Crowley a bit confused, Mick never sounds like this and his tone is putting me on edge. “Um, yeah, one sec Mick.” I respond, Crowley rolls his eyes and gestures vaguely to himself as he scoots back to give me a bit of privacy.

“Y/n, love? You still there?” Mick says from the other line, I don’t know why he’s so worried and I’m also not sure if Ketch’s phone is off speaker yet.

“Hey, Mick. Um, why did you want to talk privately?” I question.

“Well, are you sure you’re safe there? I certainly trust that you can handle yourself, and there’s not a doubt in my mind that you’re working hard on this case with us, but I want to make sure you’re not in danger…” He trails off.

“If you’re asking about if I’m safe where I am geographically speaking then yes, I’m in one of the safest places I could think of. I am also with the safest experts I could think of other than you or Ketch.” I pause, hoping that Mick doesn’t worry as much about me. I want him and Ketch to focus on hunting Asmodeus and keep me completely out of their minds.

“If you say so, it’s just,” Mick pauses, a sigh leaving his lips, “you know me well, love. I don’t trust easily and I certainly don’t trust demons. So, if you’re feeling up for it, I know that I would feel better with you here. Even if you stay at your home or here at the hotel all day, simply knowing you’re nearby would greatly ease my conscience.”

I drop my head and try to come up with lies or excuses as to why I can’t go back yet, I’m not ready, and what happens if Castiel or Gabriel try to use angel powers and check up on me or something? What if they find out that I’m a monster?

“I know you might not be ready yet, but just know that I’m here if you want to talk through anything.” Mick brings me out of my panicked thoughts. I’m very grateful that he has given me some time to decide.

“Well, I’ll definitely need some time to decide, I would love to be back with you guys and work the case. But I have to be certain I won’t pass out again or cause for you guys to waste more time on me when we need to focus entirely on hunting down Asmodeus and getting some answers.”

“I understand, y/n. Just, take care of yourself and give me a call tomorrow, okay?” I nod.

“I will, Mick. I love you and Ketch for looking out for me, make sure you’re both taking care of yourselves, okay?” Like most Hunters, when the Brits are on a tough case they tend to forfeit sleep and mental health until the monster is dead and people are safe.

He huffs a laugh, “We’ll try our best, love. You keep resting and get your strength up and call us whenever you’ve decided.”

I promise to call tomorrow and hang up with one last goodbye to Mick before he hangs up. Although I am terrified of the idea of being surrounded by these relentless Hunters, I know the situation can also get so much worse if they become suspicious of me while I’m staying with Rowena. I can’t let her earn more enemies because she chose to help me, it’s time to finally face the music.

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thymeheals · 2 years

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And Everything Begins to Go Rapidly Wrong Again.

Summary: Still at the ball. Lots of dancing. Begins in fluff, ends in angst.

POV: first person reader insert and Sam Winchester

Warnings: implied past abuse; abusive spouse; injuries briefly mentioned; kidnapping; character capture

Royal AU with the characters of Supernatural

Word Count: 1260

Part 5/? (7 so far) in process

Sam’s POV

Finally, Dean was able to escape fathers itinerary of women for the evening. I made my way back to the edge of the room and grabbed a drink off a passing silver tray. I couldn’t help but look back and smile as Dean’s shoulders relaxed and relief was visible in his demeanor. Y/n really lit up in Dean’s arms. She had really become a great friend to us both. I kept hope that we could rid y/n of the sentence on her head.

“How could you put that fugitive whore in your mothers gown Sam?” I didn’t have to turn toward him to know my father had sought me out. “Did you think I’d forget it and not take notice?” I clenched my jaw to prevent my first responsive thoughts from exiting my mouth.

“Just put aside who you think she is, dad.”

“Put aside!”

“Look at him, that’s the happiest he’s looked all day. He’s carefree with her. Stop pushing him to make a decision on who will be his wife when there’s absolutely no reason tor him to be forced into this. Let him enjoy the time he has left of just being a prince. You know he’ll step right up and be the soldier king you’ve trained him to be when the time comes.”

His father sighed, “Sam this is beyond your brother having a fling. Arthur Ketch, the ambassador from Malta has also taken notice of her presence. Judging by the look on your face, I’m guessing you know that she’s his wife.”

“Father you can’t send her back with him!”

John held up his hand to silence his son. “He doesn’t wish to return to Malta with her, but she must be retained at the end of the night. She will return to her cell under heavy guard. Have I made myself clear? There is a public warrant for her life to be served a week from today. I suggest you stop playing matchmaker and get some sense into your head. Now not another word.” King John made his way to Robert the head guard and gave him his instructions. Then retired for the night to his bedchamber with his mistress.

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Reader pov

After bantering with Dean to lighten his mood. I reach up on my tip toes and kiss him on the cheek as I say, “I hope you’ve had a Happier Birthday than it began this morning.” I blush, smiled and continue, “its getting rather late and I should turn in before I’m tempted to have another drink. Goodnight Dean, I hope one of these ladies catches your fancy. Many of them are beautiful, but go dig deeper and find someone you can be friends with.”

I gather my skirts and head to Sam’s bedroom before Dean can respond and I’m tempted any further to tell this kind man how much he deserves to fall in love and marry one of the breathtakingly gorgeous women my heart is so jealous of. I don’t think I could keep pleasantries up for another second. Why couldn’t I have met him six years ago before I resigned that Arthur was the best I could do for my family. After all he’d gambled away my entire dowrey within the first month of marriage and blamed me for everything. My parents benefitted only the ability to say I’d married an ambassador. I avoided him at all costs when he was home from traveling for work. Luckily he had no interest in children and I was merely a guaranteed warm body when he was in town.

Lost in my thoughts of what could’ve been I opened the door to Sam’s room and walked across the rug covered floor to look out the window while I changed into bed clothes. When all of a sudden I felt two hands clasp around my mouth and arms, as I breathed in a sickening smell slowly I felt my vision go black.

Waking up in small cold dark wet metal room. I can only feel where I am. My hands are restrained behind my back and my ankles are bound. It’s hard to breathe and I realize there’s a fabric bag covering my head. I’m terrified. I don’t know for sure who captured me. It could’ve been King John’s men if he figured out who I was, or if he just saw me as a threat to his plan for Dean. It could’ve been Arthur’s doing if he found me. It could’ve been a random attack on the castle and they don’t even know who I am - just that I was a friend of the princes. It could’ve been a family of one of the women suitors wanting to take out any competition for Dean’s hand. So many variables. I couldn’t catch my breath now. My heart was beating as if I’d ran a race. It was too much. I collapsed into darkness. Again.

The next time I awoke, it was to cold water being splashed on my face and upper body. Shivering, I looked around to find out where I was and just who was attempting to drown me in freezing cold water. My continued panic was making me angry. I had to get a grip on myself. That’s when I saw him leaned against a table, holding a bucket.

“Did you really think you’d get away scathe free for making a fool out of me? Who all have you been with in the village? Just how many? Are they paying you? What a waste.”

“What are you talking about, Arthur?”

“You know good and damn well what I’m talking about, whore. It wasn’t hard to convince his majesty, King John, to allow me take you home and deal with your insubordination. When I told him I saw you kiss his eldest son on the very night the prince was supposed to choose a bride nonetheless. What are you getting at? Do you think you can wreck all of Milan by waging war against me?”

“Arthur, please..”

Smack. My head reeled from his backhanded slap. As I held my hands to my temples my fingers were met with a sharp stubble. I gasped as my hands continued to explore the rest of my scalp not finding the soft long locks of hair that should be draped around my shoulders. Horrified, I looked to my captor for answers.

“That’s right, good luck finding someone to take you in now. The entire country will know of your sins upon sight when you’re escorted through the streets to the gallows.” He walked over to a table to pick something up. I couldn’t see what was wadded up in his hands. But I found out with a stinging lash to my slip clothed back.

He’d whipped me within an inch of unconsciousness. I hadn’t stopped shivering since I had woken up. I had no idea how long I’d been locked away. He didn’t provide me with any food or water. Clearly me living to make it to the gallows wasn’t his priority. I’ve never been this exhausted or this cold in my life. It was simply frigid. There was a disconnect. I had no more tears to cry and no voice left from the screams he’d pulled from my body with each new stinging lick of his whip. I was ready for it all to end. I don’t know exactly when, but I had by now accepted my fate.

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