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supernaturallyobsessedchic · 4 years

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Goner

[Gif credited to original poster, @zombiepenguin334 , it just shows the dominance Dean would have in the bedroom.]

Warnings: Fluff, Pranks (including fake damage to a certain 67 Chevy Impala), some attempt at crack or comedy, language, kind of/sort of smut (Oral, orgasm denial, plus a daddy kink), rest is implied smut.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Sam pranks Dean, but Dean thinks the reader did it. But something tells Dean, she needs to be punished for her actions.

Word Count: 1,761

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A/N: I started out smutty but then lost my smuttiness, don’t think I have it in me to make it explicitly smutty. Hopefully it was good enough.

a/n #2: All I can say is, think of the Simpson’s “I’m in Danger” meme it’ll be italics.

a/n #3: Named it after a song, lyrics are at the end. It’s just a few lines, I swear.

For @supernatural-jackles Bi-Weekly Writing Challenge

Prompts: “I’m laughing because you’re angry. I swear I didn’t do it!”, such a needy little thing, aren’t ya?, “I bet the neighbors know my name.”

“Perfect.” Sam mutters, applying another sticker on his brothers Impala.

To be fair, Dean started it with dying Sam’s hair neon pink by adding the die to his shampoo. Poor Sam had to go to a salon to remove it by dying his hair back to a reasonable color close to his original hair color. Now Sam has resorted to buying stickers, that you can easily remove, to make it look like his car was shot at and scratched. And it looked rather convincing.

Dean was going to be pissed. And pissed might be an understatement.

“Hey Sam,” Y/N says, entering the garage where Sam was adding flare by grabbing a knife and gun from the trunk and heading towards the unsuspecting Y/N. “Something just pinged, it sounds like the darkness but I’m not one hundred on – why are you handing me these?” she asks, as Sam hands her the items and runs.

“Sam!” she calls out after him but continues into the garage to investigate what the younger Winchester was up to. And sees the devastation done to Dean’s car.

“Sam,” she could hear Dean enter the garage.

“Oh shit, oh fuck,” she mutters under her breath, as she scrambles to get rid of the knife and gun.

But when she turned and she sees the older Winchester enter, but hasn’t seen the catastrophe. Not until he’s right at his car.

“What the fuck?” she heard him say. “SAM!” He shouts. Tearing his throat up.

He turns and sees her holding a knife and gun, completely ignoring her shocked expression which, for some reason, turned into fearful laughter.

“I know what you’re thinking, but Dean, trust me, I didn’t do it.” she says, heart pounding in her chest.

“Why the, what the, you did this!?” he stammers. Veins bulge out of his head, clearly angry. She laughs even more.

“This isn’t funny, look at my car!” he yells.

“I know, I’m sorry, it wasn’t me I swear!” she laughs, sounding a lot like she’s crying.

“Quit laughing!” he shouts.

“I’m laughing because you are angry, I swear I didn’t do it!” she shouts. “Oh god, I’m in danger!” she adds, laughing harder.

Her laughter, caused tears streaming down her cheeks, her cheeks burned as the blood flow continued to rise, even her ears felt warm.

Confused he could just look at her, then back at the car. Then back at her.

Since Y/N joined the Winchester’s, it was at first just a protection duty. A horde of werewolves from a pack Y/N’s family nearly wiped out was out for revenge. So, the boys protected her, even hunted down a good number of the members of the pack. Even the wolves, and the brothers learned that though her family continued to hunt, she doesn’t.

She went to school, became a freelancing graphic designer and writer. She had a life, a normal apple pie life.

Then she heard her parents died on a hunt, a witch hunt, when an unusual spell took hold of her dad, taking him out slow and painful, her mom was poisoned by the witch.

She never believed in revenge, but when she learned of this, the thought of following her parents lingered. Then the brothers came. Rescued her, the werewolves and her came to a truce, and an agreement. No hunting humans, or her, they’ll live all happily ever after. Sam even recommended them Garth, and added reinforcement, called Garth up to be on the look out to help them out.

Ever since that odd encounter, the brothers and Y/N have been really close. Especially with Dean. She was exactly like him. More ways than some. She keeps him in check. And he’s her rock.

But something about the way she’s looking, the way she’s dressed, is effecting him.

Her short ripped jean shorts, showing her perfectly toned legs and thighs, a black fitted t-shirt sporting YouTube entertainment. Her favorite gaming channel being Achievement hunter. And wearing his many flannels. His black and white flannel. He remembered when he knew he lost it to her.

After a hunt, the boys were gone a week longer than planned, she was scared out of her wits about them. He found her sleeping in his bed with his flannel on. He didn’t fight it, argue it, nothing. Not when he saw the fresh wetness on her cheeks when he returned. He slept with her close to him, even he needed to be reminded she was there.

“You know,” Dean’s voice was low, a different kind of low. It made Y/N stop laughing dead in her tracks. “That wasn’t cool, maybe you need to be punished, little girl.” He says.

“Huh?” she breathes. Out of breath from laughing.

“Does, a certain, naughty little girl need a, hard, and heavy, pounding.” He continues.

Her pussy clenches around nothing at his words. Causing a breathy moan to escape.

“Oh fucking destroy me daddy.” She mutters.

“Car. Now.” He demanded.

She walks over to the front of the impala, trips over her feet a bit before making it to the car.

“As punishment, you don’t get to touch any of this.” He says, grabbing his dick, rubbing it even through the rough denim material. Causing her to whine.

“Lean back.” He demands.

Her ass on the hood, she sets her hands back to keep her upright as she leaned back further away from Dean. But Dean kept close to her.

He lightly brushes her hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. She squirms at his touch.

He slowly leans it, painfully slow. She can feel his hot breath on her lips. And his lips just barely touch when she found herself leaning in, needy. He places a gentle hand on her shoulder stopping her.

“Nah, uh, uh.” He says playfully. “Little girl’s being punished, remember.”

“But,” she says.

“You’ll get some, in time.” He says. His hands roam her body, slipping off the flannel. He tosses it aimlessly aside.

His hands go under her shirt. She can feel his warm, gentle touch on her stomach and sides as he guides the shirt up and over her head, and off her arms.

He lets in a deep breath, but comes out a growl when he exhales.

“Bedroom, now.” He growls.

Without hesitation she leads the way to Dean’s bedroom. Dean slams the door shut.

“Bed.” He orders. She lays her back on the bed, crawling back towards the head of the bed where her back is on the headboard.

His lips didn’t hesitate to make their way to hers in a needy kiss. His tongue teasing it’s way in, when her lips part enough his tongue claims hers, lips not leaving as their love is being poured ounce by ounce in the kiss.

His hands take hers, placing them over her head. He pulls away from the kiss.

“Keep them there.” He pants.

“Dean,” she whines. Squirming under him.

He works his belt off of his jeans, tying them around her wrists in away so he could have it tied above her head, unable to touch him.

His lips are back on hers in an instant, as he undresses her.

“So, fucking gorgeous.” He says in the kiss. She moans into his mouth.

He smirks. “Someone likes being praised.” He says. Making her smile as he pulls out of the kiss, pulling her shorts and panties away in one swoop.

His mouth is watering at the sight of her, and wastes no time. One flick of his tongue at her aching core, a strangled moan escapes her throat.

He knows when she’s close when her hips find a rhythm and she tries to get more friction with each thrust. Causing him to stop. This happens a few times.

“Dean, I fucking swear,” she growls, pleasure building in a state she’s never experienced before. “If you don’t fucking fuck me stupid, I’m not baking you anymore of my famous berry pie.” She threatens.

“Damn, such a needy little thing, aren’t ya?” Dean asks, with a smirk.

“I mean it, if you deny me an orgasm I’ll fucking murder you.” She growls.

“Sure you will.” He taunts.

“Watch me.” She adds.

Dean sheds his shirt before he continues his torture.

Hot and sweaty under the sheets, they pant, still catching their breath after what seems like a pornographic marathon. But really it was just really intense orgasm after orgasm.

“Okay, who knew orgasm denial would grant me one killer orgasm.” She says. “I mean, I blacked out for a second there, it was that good.” She comments.

“Glad I was able to make you feel good.” Dean says, keeping his arm around her, holding her close. Feeling her place a gentle kiss on his chest.

The pair hear a groan out in the hall. Causing them to laugh.

“Something tells me he knows we did some things.” Dean says.

“Well yeah Dean, I bet the neighbors know my name now.” She says grinning. Making Dean laugh.

“Sweetheart, I bet everyone in China knows your name now.” He adds. Earning a cackle laugh in agreement.

After a longing pause, she sighs.

“Still with me sweetheart?” he asks.

“We did a thing, didn’t we? We’re now a thing?” she asked.

“I’m sure we can stop with the sneaking around, hiding and just admit that we have a thing for each other.” He says.

“Yeah, I was starting to wonder if we’d ever fess up?” she says.

“I’m sure we would have.” He said. “It’d either me doing something stupid, or us doing this. It would have been one of two ways.” He adds.

“Yep.” She says.

A yawn escaping her. “What do you wanna do tomorrow?” she slurs, as sleep is coming knocking.

“How about I take you out to dinner? And even another one of these nights just not so…”

“Pornographic.” She adds. Earning a chuckle from Dean.

“Yeah, that.” He says.

He places a loving kiss on her forehead, as he lets sleep take him in.

“Goodnight sweetheart.” He says.

“G’night Dean,” she says, yawning again. “Love you.” She adds.

He smiles, with a light chuckle so as to not jostle her. “Love you to baby.” He whispers.

As he brings her in tighter, she even helps by snuggling in more into his chest, as sleep takes them in.

I can’t stop now, there’s no way out, I’m a goner. I’m falling fast, I’m gonna crash, I’m a goner. I am captivated by your treasure, and it’ll be this way now, forever. I’m a goner.

Dean tag list:

@pandazombie69

@luci-in-trenchcoats

@supernatural-jackles

@becs-bunker

@mlovesstories

@winchesters-favorite-girl

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abusybuzzingbee · 4 years

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Hook Man | Supernatural Season 1 Episode 7 Rewrite | Dean x Fem!Reader

A/N:::: Thank you all for being so patient while I sorted this chapter out. Enjoy! :)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Major Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Sam Winchester

Warnings: Canon level violence, language, Dean and the reader being assholes to each other TW: mentions of suicide, self-deprecating thoughts

Word Count: 6,030

Summary: In a small town haunted by the spirit of an evil preacher, Sam gets caught up in a crush he feels he should not have. Meanwhile, the reader and Dean continue their bullshit.

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‘Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk

I’m a woman’s man, no time to talk’

“Stayin’ Alive” by the Bee Gees played through your headphones that led from your ears to your back pocket where your iPod was stowed away.

‘Music loud and women warm, I’ve been kicked around

Since I was born’

You had woken up that morning with a strong desire to get your nails done. The polish job you had done on yourself weeks ago looked horrible, and it was time for a change.

‘And now it's alright, it's okay

And you may look the other way’

You had gotten some acrylics put on in a bright shade of red. Your music choice and the way you carried yourself back to the coffee shop you had left the Winchesters at expressed the confidence you were feeling.

‘We can try to understand

The New York Times' effect on man’

Dean refused to let you drive the Impala to the nail salon you went to, but you did not mind walking; it burned calories.

‘Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother

You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive’

You straightened your sunglasses on the bridge of your nose and took another proud look at your nails. Most girls were able to get their nails done whenever the hell they wanted, and would not be as elated as you were once they had gotten them done. However, you did not always have time between jobs to take care of yourself.

‘Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin'

And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive’

As you walked up to the café you had last seen the boys at, you spotted the older brother at a table outside of the coffee shop.

‘Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive

Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive’

You took your earbuds out and shoved them into your back pocket with your iPod.

“Nice of you to join us, princess,” Dean remarked while you sat at the round table across from him.

“Ew, don’t call me that,” you grimaced. “That’s your name for your hook-ups.”

He looked up at you over his laptop. “And what would be wrong with being one of my hook-ups?”

“I don’t know, everything?” you snorted, scratching the side of your nose with the end of your nail.

The older brother apparently caught sight of your nails and shook his head. He turned his attention back to typing on the computer in front of him. “I don’t know how you can function with those.”

“And I don’t know how you can function with your head up your ass, but here we are,” you snapped back. Taking a deep breath, you regained your composure. “What’d you guys do while I was gone?” you asked Sam.

“I called the FBI, had ‘em check their missing persons data bank. No John Doe’s fitting my dad’s description. I even ran his plates for traffic violations.”

“And you got nothing?”

“Nope.”

“I’m sorry,” you told the brunet.

“Eh, it’s alright,” he tried to shrug off. You saw right through it, and it seemed as if he knew you did. “But, uh, Dean thinks he found a case. Some guy got mauled by the Invisible Man according to the sole witness.”

“Well, what are we waitin’ for?” you smirked. “Let’s go.”

***

“Sam, you got purple shit on your hands,” you told the younger brother as you got into the Impala.

The boys had come to pick you up from the motel they had dropped you off at about an hour earlier.

To your surprise, Dean chuckled at your comment.

“Dean made me paint our new roommate purple,” Sam grimaced.

“Oh,” you nodded, “must be a game today.”

“A big one, apparently.”

“So, where are we headin’?” you asked.

“To church,” Dean responded.

***

The muffled voice of the preacher carried through the ornate wooden doors of the church Lori Sorenson went to. Sam told her that she was the witness and her father preached at said church.

Dean led the way through the large doors and held it open for his brother. You tried your best to shut the door quietly, which you did successfully. The congregation hardly noticed you had come in. The three of you sat in the back of the church.

The voice of the preacher finally registered in your ears as you stared forward blankly. “The loss of a young person is particularly tragic. A life unlived is the saddest of passings. So, please, let us pray. For peace, for guidance, and for the power to protect our children.”

Sam lowered his head just like the rest of the congregation, but you kept yours looking straight ahead. You were not a believer in any sense of the word.

The younger Winchester nudged you with his elbow, motioning for you to bow your head. You did so reluctantly.

***

“Y’know, that was the first time I’ve ever gone to church,” you told Sam as you walked out of the mass.

“Really?”

“Yeah, no, and I definitely don’t regret never having been before after that.” You paused. “That felt like a cult gathering,” you went on.

“Stop talking,” Sam nudged you when he noticed some of the people exiting the church around you giving you strange looks.

You laughed, quieting down as you walked toward a young woman who you assumed to be Lori.

“Are you Lori?” Sam asked the brunette.

“Yeah,” she smiled, turning to face you.

“My name is Sam. This is my brother, Dean, and our friend, (Y/N).”

“Hi,” you smiled while Dean waved.

“We just transferred here to the university,” the younger brother continued.

“I saw you inside,” Lori replied.

“We don’t wanna bother you. We just heard about what happened and--”

Dean cut his brother off. “We wanted to say how sorry we were.”

“I kind of know what you’re going through. I-I saw someone..get hurt once. It’s something you don’t forget.”

You cast your eyes up to Sam’s face, which was still toward Lori.

Lori nodded slightly, her smile faltering.

The reverend walked up to your group.

“Dad, um, this is Sam, Dean, and (Y/N). They’re new students.”

Dean shook Reverend Sorenson’s hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir. I must say, that was an inspiring sermon.”

“Thank you very much. It’s so nice to find young people who are open to the Lord’s message.”

It was incredibly hard for you to resist the urge to snort out a laugh.

The older brother chuckled. “Listen, uh, we’re new in town, actually--” he began to lead the reverend away from you, Sam, and Lori, “--And, uh, we were looking for a, um, a church group.”

Catching on to what Dean was doing, you told Sam you would see him later. Sam looked down at you questioningly while you gave him a knowing smirk.

The tune of “Rocketman” by Elton John left your lips as you whistled, leaning against the car in wait for the brothers.

Dean was the first to walk up to you. He stuck his hands in his pockets before settling back in the spot on the Impala next to you.

An awkward silence fell between you both after you stopped whistling. A few minutes passed before Dean spoke up.

“Y’know, I’m surprised,” he started.

“About what?”

“You actually kept your mouth shut for more than two seconds.”

“Bite me, Winchester,” you grumbled.

***

Dean lead you and his brother through the rows of books in the town’s public library. Sam was hot on his heels to converse with his brother as they walked.

“So you believe her?” Dean asked.

“I do,” the younger brother responded.

“Yeah, I think she’s hot, too.”

“No, man, there’s something in her eyes. And listen to this: she heard scratching on the roof. Found the bloody body suspended upside down over the car.”

“Wait, the body suspended?” you jumped in, stopping in the middle of the aisle the older brother had led you to. The two Winchesters followed suit and faced you.

“That sounds like the Hook Man legend.”

“Yeah, I know,” Sam nodded.

“That’s one of the most famous urban legends ever.”

“You don’t think that we’re dealing with the Hook Man,” Dean said.

“Every urban legend has a source. A place where it all began.”

“Yeah, but what about the phantom scratches and the tire punctures and the invisible killer?”

“Maybe Mr. Hook Man’s a spirit,” you suggested.

Dean shook his head, doubting you once again, but headed off to ask the librarian for the town’s death records anyway.

***

A little while later, you and the boys were sat at a table in the center of the library watching the librarian set large boxes on your table.

“Here you go. Arrest records going back to 1851.”

Dean blew some dust off of the top of one of the boxes and coughed, making you snicker.

“Thanks,” he said.

She nodded, replying, “Okay,” and then walked away.

“So, this is how you spent four good years of your life, huh?”

“Welcome to higher education,” Sam remarked.

You opened up one of the four boxes, grimacing as you looked down at the large number of files inside.

***

Hours later, your head was hurting from the amount of reading you had done. Dean scrubbed a hand over his eyes and yawned before Sam piped up from the shelf he was leaning over behind you.

“Hey, check this out. 1862. A preacher named Jacob Karns was arrested for murder. Looks like he was so angry over the red light district in town that one night he killed 13 prostitutes. Uh, right here, ‘some of the deceased were found in their bed, sheets soaked with blood. Others suspended upside down from the limbs of trees as a warning against sins of the flesh.’”

While Sam talked, you were busying yourself looking over another page in the file. When the brunet finished speaking, you went on, “Get this, the murder weapon? Looks like the preacher lost his hand in an accident. Had it replaced with a silver hook.”

“Look where all this happened.”

“Nine Mile Road,” Dean read.

“Same place where the frat boy was killed.”

The older Winchester was impressed. “Nice job, Dr. Venkmen. Let’s check it out.”

You put the document you were holding back into the file and helped the boys clean up your table. After that, the three of you left the library with Jacob Karn’s documents in hand.

When you opened the doors, you were surprised at the fact that the sun had almost completely set.

“Jesus, we were in there a while.”

***

By the time you got to Nine Mile Road, the sun was gone. The black night enveloped you and the Winchesters, save for the few patches of road illuminated by the streetlights.

Dean popped open the trunk while you slammed the car door behind you. He handed his brother a hunting rifle.

“Here you go.”

“Uh, it’s a spirit, dude, not a deer,” you reminded Dean.

"Yeah, I got that, smartass. It’s rock salt.”

“Huh. Salt being a spirit deterrent,” Sam added, taking the rifle from Dean.

“Yeah. It won’t kill ‘em. But it’ll slow ‘em down.” The older brother took some rope out of the weapons box before shutting the trunk.

The three of you began walking toward the trees lining one side of the road.

“That’s pretty good. You and Dad think of this?” Sam inquired.

“I told you. You don’t have to be a college graduate to be a genius,” Dean replied.

You heard a rustling noise coming from the trees and shrubbery behind you and stopped walking.

The younger Winchester pointed his gun toward the sound, and you jumped behind him. He cocked the gun simultaneously.

“Put the gun down now! Now!” he yelled, aiming his own pistol at you. “Put your hands behind your head.”

“W-w-wait, okay, okay!” Dean stuttered out while you immediately shrank to the ground, laying your weapon down.

“Now get down on your knees. Come on, do it! On your knees!”

Deciding it best to follow his instructions, you remained on the ground.

“Now get down on your bellies. Come on, do it!”

Once again, you followed the man’s instructions.

“He had the gun!” Dean protested.

“Shut up, jackass!” you ordered harshly.

***

The next morning, you walked out of the sheriff’s office confidently with the boys hot on your heels.

“I saved your asses,” you said proudly. “Talked the sheriff down to a fine. Somebody give me an academy award.”

“But how?” Sam questioned.

“I told him you were a dumbass pledge and that Dean was hazing you.”

“What’d you say you were doing there?”

“I told him I was Dean’s girlfriend.”

Dean about choked on his own spit. “You what?”

Sam ignored him and kept asking questions. “What about the shotgun?”

“I said that you were hunting ghosts and the spirits were repelled by rock salt. You know, typical Hell Week prank.”

“And he believed you?”

“Well, you look like a dumbass pledge,” you smirked.

Sam punched your arm playfully, making you laugh.

A few moments later, your attention returned to the sheriff’s station when multiple police officers sprinted out of the building and sped off in their cruisers.

You looked up at Sam, who mirrored your concerned expression.

***

Poor Lori sat wrapped in a disposable blanket on the back of a parked ambulance, and you watched her as Dean drove the Impala past her.

You could see Reverend Sorenson talking to the sheriff about something, but they soon disappeared from view when the older brother turned down another street.

Once he parked the car, you and Sam walked with him around the back of Lori’s sorority house.

“Why would the Hook Man come here? This is a long way from 9 Mile Road,” Sam pointed out.

“Maybe he’s not haunting the scene of his crime. Maybe it’s about something else,” Dean suggested. You pulled him by his shirt collar back against the wall of the sorority house when you noticed two sorority girls coming out of the side entrance of the house.

“What the hell was that for?” Dean questioned.

You nodded your head around the corner behind which you were hiding.

Dean’s aggravated glare immediately softened when he saw the two pretty girls.

“Dude, sorority girls!” he whispered to Sam. “Think we’ll see a naked pillow fight?”

“You are such a pig.” You shook your head as you scaled the side of the house, managing to get up onto a ledge attached to a balcony.

Sam climbed up after you, grabbing the hand you offered to help him up onto the ledge.

You got up from your knees to follow Sam.

“Uh, a little help?” Dean called quietly from down below.

You looked over the edge. “Hm, no.”

“(Y/N), c’mon,” he begged.

“What’s the magic word?” you smirked.

His mouth dropped into a frown, but the older Winchester begrudgingly said, “Please?”

You were still smiling. “See, that wasn’t so hard.” You got to your knees, leaning over the end of the ledge. Dean grabbed the hand you extended, and you helped to pull him up.

Dean followed you over the railing of the balcony, but he was the first to head to the window Sam had gone into.

“I’m waiting, Winchester,” you told him, finding toying with the boy fun.

“For what?”

With your hands on your hips and putting most of your weight to your right leg, you cocked your head to the side.

He finally caught on. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

You rushed in front of him to go into the window first, turning around to stick your tongue out at him.

Not a moment after you found your footing, Dean took it from you once again. He caused both of you to stumble as he fell through the window behind you.

“Oh, sorry!” he told you.

“Be quiet,” you muttered, choosing not to let your annoyance overcome you.

“You be quiet!”

“You be quiet!” you bit back childishly.

For some reason, the architect who designed the sorority house thought it was smart to put a window inside of a walk-in closet. You stood up once again between two rows of clothing hanging from the walls. The younger brother looked through the small crack between the doorframe and closet door, waiting for someone to leave the room before the three of you headed into it. Once he spotted that whoever the people in the room were had left, he pushed the door open. When it made a small creaking sound, all three of you pressed your backs to the shelves in the closet. After you were sure the cops had gone, you walked into the bedroom.

Your jaw clenched and your body tensed when you looked at the macabre scene before you. The first thing to catch your eyes was the bed, blocked off by caution tape and covered in blood. Next were the words scratched messily into the wall. Words that you assumed had been written by the Hook Man with his hook after killing the sorority girl since the words were dripping with blood.

“Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?”

A symbol of a cross with four ‘x’s around the outside of it was beneath the words.

“‘Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?’” Sam repeated the phrase embedded into the cream-colored wall. “That’s right out of the legend.”

“Yeah, that’s classic Hook Man all right,” Dean added, tapping the end of his nose as he said his next sentence. “It’s definitely a spirit.” He walked over to the window.

“Yeah, I’ve never smelled ozone this strong before.”

“Hey, wait,” you cut in. “Does that look familiar to you?” You pointed to the cross beneath the letters.

“No, why?” the older brother asked, coming back from the window.

“I think it was on the hook in the drawing. There was a, uh, a chain attached to the end of the hook Jacob used I think with a pendant hanging from it.” With that, you headed off to the window in Lori’s closet. The boys followed you back to the Impala.

“Keys, please,” you ordered.

Dean followed your instructions, tossing the car keys to you so you could open it.

After grabbing the Jacob Karns file from the backseat, you handed it to Sam. The brunet walked around the front of the car to sit on the hood while he looked through the papers.

“Y’know, I’m surprised,” you told Dean.

“About what?”

“You actually didn’t fight me on something for once. And you let me touch the keys to your car, all in the same day.”

“Bite me, (Y/L/N).”

You snickered to yourself, following Dean to sit next to Sam on the hood of the car.

“It’s the same symbol,” Sam confirmed. “Seems like it is the spirit of Jacob Karns.”

“All right, let’s find the dude’s grave, salt and burn the bones, and put him down,” Dean responded.

Sam flipped to another page in the file and began to read. “’ After execution, Jacob Karns was laid to rest in an Old North Cemetery in an unmarked grave.’”

“Well, shit,” you mumbled.

“Ok. So we know it’s Jacob Karns. But we still don’t know where he’ll manifest next. Or why.”

“I’ll take a wild guess about why--” Dean began, walking around the car to the driver’s seat, “--I think your little friend Lori has something to do with this.”

***

You were somewhere you never thought you would ever be-- a college party. Sam and Dean’s new fraternity brothers invited them to it. A tall, handsome guy was chatting you up. He told you his name at some point, but you had since forgotten it.

“Whaddaya say we get out of here?” he asked you.

“Hm,” you pretended to be in thought, “I don’t think you’ve earned that yet.”

“No?” he smiled.

“Uh-uh,” you replied playfully.

He leaned his face down to yours slightly, his arms working their way around your waist. “What can I do to fix that?”

Your arms found your way around his neck. “I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

He leaned his face further down to connect his lips with yours. You closed your eyes as you kissed him back, making sure to keep your drink level in your hand.

The two of you made out for a few more minutes before you were called away from him by Sam.

“Sorry,” you told the boy, excusing yourself.

You and Dean walked up to Sam simultaneously.

“Hey,” Sam greeted the both of you.

“Man, you’ve been holding out on me,” Dean started. “This college thing is awesome!”

A pretty girl passed Dean by, and he winked and smiled at her.

“This wasn’t really my experience,” Sam grimaced.

“Let me guess. Libraries, studying, straight A’s?” you teased.

The younger brother nodded.

“What a geek,” Dean jested. “Alright, you do your homework?”

“Yeah. It was bugging me, right? So how is the Hook Man tied up with Lori? So I think I came up with something.” Sam unraveled a piece of paper.

You took another sip of your drink while Dean read from the page.

“1932. Clergyman arrested for murder. 1967. Seminarian held in hippie rampage.”

“There’s a pattern here. In both cases, the suspect was a man of religion who openly preached against immorality. And then found himself wanted for killings he claimed were the work of an invisible force. Killings carried out—get this—with a sharp instrument.”

“What’s the connection to Lori?” Deam inquired.

“A man of religion? Who openly preaches against immorality?” You waited for Dean to catch on.

When he suddenly understood, you went on. “Except maybe this time, instead of saving the whole town, he’s just trying to save his only daughter.”

“Reverend Sorensen. You think he’s summoning the spirit?”

“Maybe,” Sam answered for you. “Or, you know how a poltergeist can haunt a person instead of a place?”

“Yeah, the spirit latches onto the reverend’s repressed emotions, feeds off them, yeah, okay.”

“Without the reverend ever even knowing it,” you added.

“Either way, you should keep an eye on Lori tonight,” Dean told Sam suggestively.

“What about you two?”

You caught Dean staring at a beautiful blonde smiling at him from her position by the pool table.

“I’m gonna go see if I can find that unmarked grave,” he said reluctantly. “C’mon, (Y/N),” Dean commanded as he walked away shaking his head in disappointment.

***

Deep inside of Old North Cemetry, you and Dean walked around with flashlights in hand looking for Jacob Karns’ grave.

“(Y/N)!” Dean called from several graves over.

You jogged up to him. He was shining his flashlight on the grave in front of him. The same symbol that was on the hook and scrawled into the wall of the sorority house was engraved on the headstone.

“Nice job,” you nodded.

‘Wow, you actually weren’t a bitch for once.”

“Fuck off.”

***

Dean had taken off his jacket and button-down a while ago, just as you had abandoned your hoodie on the grass above where you were now digging. The two of you stood back to back in the hole you dug, continuing to drive your shovels deeper. You wiped the sweat from your brow with the back of your dirt-covered hand.

“That’s it.”

“That’s what?” you asked.

“Next time, I get to watch the cute girl’s house.”

“Oh, come on, dickhead, let’s just get this over with.”

Finally, your shovel hit the wooden box the priest was encased in. You broke through it.

Dean looked over your shoulder at Jacob Karns’ remains. “Hello, preacher.” He threw his shovel up to the top of the hole.

“Gross.” You scrunched up your nose as you did the same with your shovel.

Dean clambered out of the hole, disappearing from your vision as he walked away.

You almost climbed out of the ground when your foot slipped and caused you to fall back down.

Dean peered over the grassy ledge at your slumped over form. “Need help, princess?”

“I got it,” you grumbled, feeling as though he was mocking you. You tried to climb out of the hole once more but failed.

“Sure you don’t need any help?”

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, asshole?”

“Yeah, maybe a little bit,” he smirked.

“Dick.” You reached your arm up to him.

“Bitch.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you up next to him.

“Thanks,” you muttered.

“Mm-hmm.” Dean had his back facing you as he pulled a few items out of his duffel bag. He turned to throw you a box of salt before grabbing a bottle of lighter fluid. You poured the salt over the body while he poured the fluid.

“Goodbye, preacher.” Dean lit a match and dropped it onto Jacob Karns, completely engulfing the pine box in flames.

“I’ll never get used to that smell,” you told Dean as you began packing up the bag.

“Of what, a sizzling decomposed body?”

“Yeah,” you grimaced.

A few moments of silence passed between the two of you while you worked to clean up your mess.

“Dean?”

“Hm?”

You paused. “Nevermind.”

“No, what’s up?”

Once again, you hesitated.

“(Y/N).”

You could not bear to look at Dean. “Am I a burden to you?”

“No,” he answered.

“Dean, be honest with me.”

“What do you want me to say, (Y/N)? You want me to tell you I hate your guts and wish you were dead?”

You got up and turned to look at him. “Well, do you?”

“No!” He lolled his head to the side before bringing it back to the center. “Why would you even ask me that?”

“Because if you didn’t really think that way, then why else would the shifter say that to me?”

“You’re still on the shifter, huh?”

“How could I not be?” You bit back. “Picture this. You and your best friend’s brother fight all the fuckin’ time. It’s all fun and games until Toledo, Ohio, where he thinks you’d have the chops to murder somebody. Murder someone close to you. Then he tells you that he’ll be glad you’re gone when you finally find his dad. Oh, not to mention he tells you you’d drive your family insane enough that they’d kill themselves. So when a shapeshifter walkin’ around with his face, it’s really not that hard to believe him when he tells you your best friend’s brother thinks you’re a burden.”

Dean was completely silent. “(Y/N)--”

“Save it, Dean.”

***

You had not said one word to Dean since you left the cemetery. Even now as you walked down the hallway of the hospital Sam told you he was at, you would not speak to him.

There were police officers stationed a little way before the entrance to a hospital room that Sam and the sheriff were standing in.

Dean tried to push past the two cops, but they put their hands on his chest to stop him.

“No, it’s alright, I’m with him. He’s my brother,” he told the cops before waving and calling to Sam. “Hey! Brother!”

“Let them through,” the sheriff told the two officers.

“Thanks,” you said to the policemen while you walked past them.

"You ok?” Dean asked Sam once the three of you had met halfway.

“Yeah.”

“What the hell happened?”

“Hook Man.”

“You saw him?”

“Damn right. Why didn’t you torch the bones?”

“What are you talking about, we did. You sure it’s the spirit of Jacob Karns?”

“It sure as hell looked like him. And that’s not all. I don’t think the spirit is latching on to the reverend.”

“Well, yeah, the guy wouldn’t send the Hook Man after himself.”

Realization washed over you.

“Lori,” you cut in.

“Yep,” Sam affirmed. “Last night she found out her father is having an affair with a married woman.”

“So what?” Dean questioned.

“So she’s upset about it. She’s upset about the immorality of it. She told me she was raised to believe that if you do something wrong, you get punished.”

“Ok, so she’s conflicted. And the spirit of Preacher Karns is latching on to repress the emotions and maybe he’s doing the punishing for her, huh?”

“Right. Rich comes on too strong, Taylor tries to make her into a party girl, Dad has an affair.”

“Remind me not to piss this girl off,” the older brother tried to joke. “But I burned those bones, I buried them in salt, why didn’t that stop him?”

“You must have missed something.”

“No. I burned everything in that coffin.”

“Did you get the hook?”

“Crap,” you started. “I don’t remember seeing the hook.”

“I don’t get it, why do we need the hook?” Dean asked.

“Well, it was the murder weapon, and in a way, it was part of him,” his younger brother replied.

“So, like the bones, the hook is a source of his power.”

“So if we find the hook...”

“We stop the Hook Man,” the two boys said simultaneously.

***

Aside from a few comments you made to Sam, you remained abnormally quiet throughout the rest of the day. You had gone to the library, where Sam discovered the hook had been sent back to St. Barnabas Church-- the church where Lori’s father preached. You and the Winchesters figured that the hook was the reason the priests that preached at St. Barnabas had been cursed for the past two-hundred years. The hook had been reforged into something else, however, hence why the three of you were heading back to the church to try and find it.

Dean slammed the car door behind him, immediately barking orders at you and Sam.

“Alright, we can’t take any chances. Anything silver goes in the fire.”

“I agree. So, Lori’s still at the hospital. We’ll have to break in,” Sam added.

“Alright, take your pick.”

“I’ll take the house.”

You followed Sam wordlessly.

“Hey,” Dean called after you and his brother. “Stay out of her underwear drawer.”

You scoffed, continuing your walk up to the Sorenson house.

As you and Sam rooted through the living room together, Sam finally decided to comment on your strange behavior.

“What’s goin’ on with you, (Y/N)?”

“Hm?” You were hardly paying him any mind, continuing to go through the items in one of the side tables.

“(Y/N),” Sam said again, but softer this time, “What happened?”

You sighed, turning around to face him. “You remember how I told you the shapeshifter said I was a burden to Dean?”

He nodded.

“Well... I asked Dean if he really thought of me that way.”

“And?”

“He said ‘no,’ but of course he’d say ‘no.’“

“Wait, so you asked him to give you an honest answer, but you wouldn’t accept ‘no’?”

“Well, now that you say it it sounds fuckin’ stupid, but--”

“’But’ nothing,” Sam cut you off. “You’re pissed at him because he told you you weren’t a burden?”

You were silent.

“(Y/N)... you don’t think you’re a burden, do you?”

You remained quiet once again, turning back to the drawer. You forced the lump that had formed in your throat down and went back to work.

“So, how’d it go with Lori?”

“(Y/N), don’t change the subject.”

“Sam--” you warned.

He sighed. “I kissed her.”

You spun back around. “Why don’t you sound happier about that?”

“Because I pushed her away.”

“Oh,” you said quietly. You were not quite sure what else to say to that.

“It just didn’t feel right.”

“I get it,” you told him. “It probably won’t for a while. But you’ll get through it. And I’m always here if you need help.”

“Thanks,” the young man answered. “I’ll always be here for you, too.”

You nodded sharply, turning back around to continue your work.

***

“We got everything that even looked silver,” Sam told Dean as the two of you descended the stairs into the church basement.

The older brother was throwing everything he had found into the furnace.

“Better safe than sorry.”

You dumped the bag of silver things you were carrying into the fire, but your head jerked away from the flames when you heard footsteps on the floor above you.

“Move, move,” Dean demanded quietly, taking his gun out of his back pocket.

You took your gun out of the back of your jeans before you headed up the stairs behind Sam.

All three of you were surprised to see Lori sitting in a pew alone and sobbing her eyes out.

You lowered your gun and went back down the stairs. Dean trailed behind you.

Aside from the crackling flames, the room was silent while you and Dean worked. Only a few minutes later, however, you heard pounding footsteps heading down a set of stairs separate from the one you and Dean had come down. Not a moment later came Sam’s muffled howl of pain.

You sprinted up the stairs and held your gun out in front of you. Dean took the lead and dashed down the set of stairs he thought Sam and Lori had gone down.

“Sam, drop!” Dean yelled before you got into the room.

When you rounded the corner, you saw Sam crouched down on the floor with a horrified Lori huddled in the back right corner of the room. Dean shot the Hook Man, causing him to disappear.

“I thought we got all the silver,” you expressed.

“So did I,” Dean affirmed.

“Then why is he still here?” Sam asked.

“Well, maybe we missed something!”

You looked over at Lori. “That cross on your neck.” You pointed to the small silver cross necklace she wore.

“What?”

“Where’d you get it?”

“My father gave it to me.”

“Where’d your dad get it?”

“He said it was a church heirloom, he gave it to me when I started school.”

"IIs it silver?!”

“Yes!”

Sam ripped the chain off of her neck.

Not a moment later, a horrible scratching sound came from down the hallway you and Dean entered from.

You rushed out of the room down the hallway to where the scratching was coming from. Using your gun, you shot at where you thought the Hook Man was. Of course, he decided to make himself invisible at that moment which made your targeting only that much more difficult.

“Sam, Lori, get outta here!” you yelled.

Sam hesitated for a moment before grabbing Lori’s hand and taking her down the hallway in the opposite direction of where the Hook Man was.

Within the next second, the scratching sound stopped, and all signs of the Hook Man were gone.

You wheeled around when Lori shrieked. The Hook Man was towering over them with his hook raised in the air. Before you could move to aim your pistol, the spirit began melting from his hook down through the rest of his body.

Dean returned a few moments later having destroyed Lori’s necklace. He glanced over Sam and Lori’s huddled together bodies, giving them a knowing look.

***

The sun had risen by the time you were almost through with your interrogation.

“Yeah, we all saw him. We fought him off and he ran,” you explained to the police officer writing your statement down on a notepad.

“That’s all?” he asked.

“Yep,” you replied, popping the ‘p.’

“Looks like your buddies are headin’ out.” The officer gestured to Sam getting in the Impala where Dean already sat with the end of his pen. “You best get goin’, too.”

You nodded with a tight-lipped smile in response. While you got into the car, you noticed Sam looking in the passenger’s side rearview mirror at Lori.

We could stay,” Dean suggested to the brunet.

The younger brother shook his head.

You turned around in your seat to see a sad-looking Lori as Dean pulled the car away from the scene. With a shake of your head, you turned back around, crossed your arms over your chest, and slumped down in your chair.

So caught up in your own world, you did not see the strange glances Dean kept throwing you in the rearview mirror.

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Wasted Talent

Summary: Dean learns that he could have a promising career as a makeup artist if the world would ever stop needing to be saved

Square Filled: Make Up

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: no warnings today fellas

Word Count: 1981

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"Deeean," you dragged out as you entered the room with your good hand behind your back.

"Yeah?" He asked, looking up from the table he'd been staring at for the what felt like hours. He rocked his chair onto its back two legs and you stifled a laugh when he almost tipped it too far back. "Oh ha ha!" He said sarcastically at the amused expression on your face poorly covered up giggle.

There wasn't much to be done in the bunker that was fun, per se. Usually, it wasn't so bad when you weren't stuck there for too long. But times like now where you had to stay cooped up, it felt like a form of torture.

Neither of you was up for a hunt, your last one had gone sideways and lead to you both being a little worse for wear. You were left with a fractured elbow which had you useless, and Dean had messed up one of his legs and was stuck hobbling around on crutches, much to his chagrin. Sam had managed to get off much lighter, with a few scratches and bruises here and there. The worst that had happened to him was his hair getting ruffled out of place.

"What you got there?" He asked when he noticed how you kept your good hand behind your back. Instead of trying to prolong the inevitable, you sheepishly brought your hand forward and showed him your make up bag you had brought out from your room. Dean was familiar with the bag, and he cocked an eyebrow curiously but stayed quiet to let you sell your pitch.

"We're both bored," you started off bluntly, and he nodded at your statement. "So I was thinking... maybe we could mess around and do each other's make up?" You rushed the last part out and framed it more as a question but you knew he understood what you said.

There was a moment of silence where all you got was a blank stare before he nodded and put his chair back on all four legs. You grinned and went to the seat beside him, laying everything out on the table. You stopped when he grabbed your wrist with one of his hands. "Hold up, I've got a condition."

You sighed and turned to see what he was going to say. You weren't sure how he'd feel about the idea of him getting his make up done, you couldn't really picture him having a big problem with it, but you were still a little nervous that he wouldn't be okay with it.

"You aren't allowed get upset when I do a better job than you."

"In your dreams Winchester," you laughed and then you moved your chair sideways to face him. You got him to stand up and moved his chair for him, ignoring his grumbling over how he could have done it himself. "Alright, how are we doing this? I can do yours first, and then talk you through it so you know what you're doing when it's your turn?"

"Hell no, I know exactly what I'm doing," he scoffed, reaching for a pot of blush. "Is this the one you put all over?"

"Dean, babe-" you had to stop talking to laugh at the look of confusion on his face.

He held a hand up. "Wait, don't help me I'm a pro!" He popped the tub open and rubbed his finger in it, completely ignoring the brushes you laid out. He leaned forward and slowly drew two line on each cheek.

"Did you just give me whiskers?"

"It's battle paint!" He grunted, and then looked down at his fingers. "How do I get this crap off my fingers?"

You handed him a makeup wipe. "This is why most people use brushes to put it on."

"Well I'm not like most people, I'm a make up pioneer." He took a second to look at all the different products on the table before grabbing an eyeshadow palette for smokey eyes. He stared at your face for a second before dipping his fingers into a shade that was around the same as your eyebrow colour. You went wide-eyed when he started immediately rubbing it into your eyebrows, feeling his fingers give you a unibrow. When he was done he looked back down at the mess on his fingers. "Maybe I will start using those brushes."

"What do you wanna do next?"

He sat up straight and examined your face, turning it this way and that, making you roll your eyes. "Mascara!"

Now you were starting to panic. He hadn't exactly been the gentlest while putting on your unibrow and whiskers, you couldn't picture him being much better with a mascara wand. "I can do the mascara myself!" You said quickly.

"You have one arm, and I am a gentleman. Besides, how hard could it be?"

Famous last words.

Cut to three minutes later with you attempting to fish the stray bits of mascara off of your eyeball while Dean complained about how you "cried your war paint off".

"Now I'll have to redo it," he complained, crossing his arms while he glared at you.

"Maybe if you didn't nearly take my eye out I wouldn't have cried!"

"Your eye jumped on the brush!" He said indignantly, but he started chuckling when he saw the stink eye you shot him. "We can ditch the mascara this time. It clashed with the overall look anyway."

"Glad to hear," you muttered, giving up on your eye. You figured you'd gotten all that you could off of it and that the rest would come out on its own.

"How is it that even with all that black and pink crap running all over your face, I still want to bang you on this table?"

"Woah, I'm really not in the mood to be traumatised tonight," Sam interrupted when he walked into the room. He did a double take when he saw you and you saluted him sarcastically. "Woah, Y/N, looking real, uh-"

"Smoking hot?" Dean offered. "That'd be all thanks to my handy work. Now hold still while I decorate your forehead."

You didn't even try to argue with him, letting him grab a red lipstick and draw what felt suspiciously phallic-like on your face.

"It's a self-portrait," Dean said with a wide grin on his face and you knew it wasn't the right time but you took a second to admire the beauty that was Dean Winchester smiling. It was a miracle after everything that man had been through that he still remembered how to smile, but that's what made his smiles all the more special. There was something about them, about the stories behind them that made you appreciate them more than you ever thought you could appreciate a smile. "What are you staring at?" He asked, and it sounded almost self-conscious.

You rested your cheek in your good hand and shook your head at him. "Just thinking about how much I love your smile," you smiled dopily. Sam made gagging noises in the background but you ignored it, focusing on the slight blush that Dean grew and the way he looked down at his hands before grinning broadly back up at you.

"Shut up," he said and then he was tugging your hand out from where it was propping your head up. "You're ruining my hard work. What else is there left to do?"

"Well, you haven't exactly put any lipstick on my lips yet..."

He snapped his fingers and smiled gratefully at you. "I knew something wasn't right."

He grabbed your chin between his thumb and index fingers, moving your face closer to the light and then he was uncapping the lipstick he'd used on your forehead again.

"Hold still," he warned.

You went to nod but froze when he mock scowled at you and tutted. You couldn't tell if he'd done a good job or not, but it hadn't felt like he'd missed your lips too badly by the time he was finished.

"I think I've been wasting my time on hunting, I obviously should have opened my own beauty salon."

"It's never too late to chase your dreams, dude," Sam spoke up from across the table.

Dean rubbed his hands together and gave you a quick once-over before nodding to himself. "Okay, I think I'm done."

"My turn to do you?"

"Oh sweetheart, you can do me whenever you want," he winked, and Sam's gagging intensified.

You decided to do him up the way you did whenever you had a date with him, purely because you weren't sure if you'd ever get the chance to again and you were curious what he'd look like with a full face on.

It was considerably less traumatic this time, aside from the occasional dirty jokes from Dean. You treated it like a tutorial you'd find on YouTube, telling Sam everything you were doing and why.

To your surprise, he actually acted like he cared and would ask questions at the right time. Dean's eyes were trained on your face the entire time so talking to Sam was a nice distraction from the urge to make out with Dean in the middle of the library.

Dean tried to protest you putting fake eyelashes on him, but a whispered promise of what you'd let him do to you when you were alone had his eyes widening and him hastily changing his mind. It was hard to manage the glue when you only really had one hand, and you wondered what would happen if you accidentally glued the notorious hunter's eyelid shut permanently, even though you knew the glue wasn't that strong.

When you were done you let out a low whistle admiring your handiwork. "You look so pretty!" You squealed, clapping your hands together.

Sam had left near the end to grab a small mirror for you both to see how you looked, and you couldn't tell who's face he found funnier when he got back. You knew you looked like a mess, the tear tracks from the attempted mascara incident and the dick on your forehead let you know that. He threw a towel over the mirror so you couldn't peek and held it up on the table in front of you both.

"Are you both looking at once?" Sam asked. You and Dean shrugged at each other before nodding at Sam. "Okay, three, two, one..."

You gasped when you saw just how bad your face was. There was a huge dick across your forehead, over what at first glance was a unibrow but on closer inspection looked like what you imagined were supposed to be drops of cum. There was a mixed trail of pink blush and black mascara going down one cheek, extra thick along your jawline where it had gathered before dripping off. You bit back a laugh, looking completely ridiculous. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you noted how he'd actually done a pretty good job on your lipstick.

Dean looked like he was pretty happy with his. "Damn I'm hot!" When he turned to you he bit back a laugh. "I feel kinda bad for not taking it as seriously as you did."

"It's fine," you dismissed. "I was gonna fuck your face up as well but I just really wanted to see you ready for a night out."

"Who did a better job?" Dean asked Sam, catching you off-guard.

"This wasn't a competition dumbass!"

"Spoken like a true loser," he said before looking expectantly at Sam. You could see him deliberating for a second, probably trying to decide he wanted to annoy more by making them the loser.

"There are no winner's here," he said solemnly before shaking his head and laughing at Dean's annoyed face. "Kidding, kidding! There is a winner. And it's me. My prize is getting to keep my dignity."

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To choose the best cleanser for your skin you should base on the following criteria: pH, brand, price, cleanser ingredient, your skin type. How much pH is appropriate to use a cleanser with a pH?

PH is a measure of a product's acidity and alkalinity. The pH scale starts at 0 - the most acidic and ends 14 - the most alkaline. pH = 7 neutral is usually in pure water. The pH of human skin fluctuates around 5 (from 4.5 to 5.5). This is the ideal environment for skin enzymes, able to hydrate and push dead skin cells upwards.

With the skin's natural acidity, the acid film on the skin's surface can do a good job of protecting the skin such as maintaining moisture, preventing the growth of bacteria ... But if moving in the direction of increasing Acidic or increased alkalinity disrupts the skin's natural balance causing dryness, irritation, and itching of your skin.

A cleanser with a pH too high will weaken the skin's structure, which breaks down the acidic film on the skin's surface. Conventional detergents lose too much of the skin's natural fats and, consequently, irritate the skin. The drier your skin is, the drier the oily skin, the more oil you pour. If you have a habit of washing your face with shower soap, you will see this clearly.

The most suitable pH for cleansers without damaging your skin structure is between 4.5 and 6.5. Each type of cleanser will have a different pH, you should choose from your skin type.

III. The cleanser is suitable for each skin type

Oily skin cleanser / greasy facial cleanser: Oily skin that produces too much oil is prone to acne, but its ability to hold moisture is quite good. For people with oily skin, dermatologists often recommend using an oil-free foam cleanser to remove excess oil from the skin. Also, in an oily skin cleanser, addition of salicylic acid (BHA) or benzoyl peroxide can prevent acne.

Dry skin cleanser: Dry skin often lacks oil and water, so you need a cleanser that can keep and replenish your skin. Recommended dry skin cleansers are usually those with a low pH, cream, or milk that has a gentle cleansing effect that does not leave the skin feeling tight.

Cleanser for sensitive skin: If you have sensitive skin then your skin is extremely difficult to pamper. Most people with sensitive skin will often experience irritation when using a strong cleanser. In particular, you should stay away from products containing odorants, alcohol. It is best to use natural cleansers such as green tea, chamomile or aloe vera with as few ingredients on the packaging as possible.

Cleanser for combination skin: If your skin is a natural dry mixture, you can choose a mild cleanser for dry or sensitive skin. If you are a combination of natural oils, getting rid of oil on your face is essential. So you have a choice of cleansers for oily skin or acne skin.

Cleanser for normal skin: This is the easiest skin type so you can comfortably use any type of cleanser. But remember to only choose products with ph and water in the allowed level.

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IV. Top 5 best cleanser lines 2020

4.1 Cetaphil Gentle Cleanser

The first list we want to introduce to that user Cetaphil cleanser brand originating from Canada, is a subsidiary of two big names Nestlé and L'Oréal. So users can be completely assured of the origin. - Ingredients: Including 8 ingredients + Water, cetyl alcohol (alcohol) + sodium lauryl sulfate + propylene glycol + stearyl alcohol + propylparaben + butylparaben + methylparaben

* Pros: • Cetaphil is a non-foaming gel, so it is suitable for all skin types. • Good cleaning effect, can be used for both face and body. • The pH is very balanced and does not contain any soap. Use fragrant, gentle and does not cause skin irritation. Relatively reasonable price.

* Cons: • This cream is not suitable for skin that often has to wear makeup. • Overall score 8.5.

4.2 La Roche - Posay cleanser

La Roche-Posay is a famous brand originating from France. This is a cosmetic pharmaceutical brand that is researched and developed for treatment specifically for people with sensitive skin, with ingredients recognized by more than 25,000 dermatologists worldwide.

Therefore, users can be completely assured when using this brand's product line. For the cleanser line of La Roche-Posay company mainly focuses on special treatment products for people with the most demanding skin, such as oily skin, acne skin, sensitive skin, and damaged skin.

- Main ingredients: La Roche Posay mineral water, Zinc PCA, Citric Acid, Sodium Laureth Sulfate foaming agent, pH regulator Sodium Hydroxide, PEG-120 Methyl Glucose Dioleate, Preservative Sodium Benzoate.

* Advantages: • Use mildly and safely to the skin • Does not change the skin's pH, does not cause dryness after use • Gently removes excess oils, helps balance the oil on the skin • Help treat acne, treat sensitive skin and reduce skin irritation • Quickly absorb and moisturize the skin

* Disadvantages: • This cleanser has a slightly high price compared to the student's budget. tablets. However, this price range is also well-deserved for a fairly comprehensive product • Overall score 9.5

4.3 Innisfree Cleanser

Next is a line of cleanser Innisfree of Korea was established in 2000. This is a cosmetic company specializing in producing skin lotions, hair treatment creams, sunscreens, shampoo, cleanser These all-natural extracts are favored by many users as well as highly appreciated in both appearance and quality. - Main ingredients: Totally natural 88%, Green Tea and mineral water of Jeju Island

* Advantages: • This cleanser line is suitable for oily complexions • Very good cleansing and antibacterial thanks to green tea • Long-term use will enhance skin elasticity • Relative price Cheap

* Cons: • Too alkaline can cause dry skin • Not suitable for people with dry skin • Overall score 8.5

4.4 Hada Labo Facial Cleanser

Hada labo cleanser is a brand originating in Japan, a country that focuses on the beauty of women. Currently, products such as cleanser of Hada Labo are currently being sold very widely in Vietnam, and there are a large number of customers who are in favor of trust. - Main ingredients: Pure Arbutin, Antioxidant Vitamin C and B3, moisturizing HA and nano HA

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* Advantages: • The pH of cleanser is very balanced at PH = 5.5, suitable for all skin types • Suitable for dry skin, because milk is mainly foam with high humidity, like where even with sensitive skin • ability to clean up sludge on face very high • is foam up cleanser using a blanket Commerce and love

* Cons: • for oily skin and acne skin, then perhaps cleanser Hada labo face is not perfect yet • Overall score 9.0

4.5 Senka Perfect Whip Cleanser

Senka Perfect whip cleanser is still a brand originating in Japan, the characteristic of Perfect whip cleanser is foam, with outstanding whitening advantages, skin moisturizing is also relatively good. the selling price is also very affordable.

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* Advantages: • Ability to clean the face very high, but still retain moisture • This is a desirable product for those with oily, oily, combination and sensitive skin • The price of the product is relative cheap

* Cons: • Being Perfecr whip with high cleansing properties, the pH is not stable from 6-7PH • After use is still a bit dry, but this is negligible • Overall score 9

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dastardly plans

Crowley read the article several times, sitting on the balcony where he was being served his breakfast. That Sam Winchester was already a problem. Crowley had been annoyed enough by the flat incredulousness in the man’s eyes during the press conference at his party. Suspicious! Of Crowley! Who only wanted to build a nice hotel, and employ a lot of people, and work in a complicated system of hidden cameras and recording equipment so he could fulfill his lifelong dream of owning a heap of politicians and famous types.

Yes, he was annoying.

And this thinly-veiled love letter to the freshly masked pest was annoying, too, but it was also very interesting. He had to know who the guy — The Hood, really? Terrible name, Crowley preferred Sorry-Man, a much better name for a wanker like this — Whatever. He had to know who the guy was. Crowley tugged lightly on his beard, a habit when he was thinking.

“Good morning, mother,” he said, as Rowena approached the table and reached for a strawberry.

“Good morning, offspring. What petty torments are you designing today?”

“Never you mind,” he said, and reached for the coffee. “Send in a few minions, would you?”

“Do I look like your house girl?”

“You look about a hundred years too old to be called a girl of any stripe.”

Rowena made a face, and took the newspaper. “Oh, would ye get off this, Fergus? You know this place would be rubble if it wasn’t for him.”

Crowley snatched it back. “The day I start telling you how to arrange the succulents in the greenhouse is the day you get to have an opinion on my schemes,” he said, mildly, snatching the paper back again.

“I hope he gives ye a historically significant wedgie,” Rowena says. “I’m off to the salon.”

“I don’t think they can help,” he called after her, and rang his little bell. A few moments later, one of the security guards (he rarely referred to them as minions to their faces) arrived. Tosser had been wearing sunglasses inside.

“I need you to arrange a kidnapping.” He tossed the newspaper in the man’s direction. “And don’t bring him here. I’m going to need a lot of plausible deniability. Make a paper trail that suggests I’m flying to South America today.”

The man pondered for a moment. “There’s the new metro station near the docks,” he said. “Work stalled. The whole thing’s locked up tighter than a nun’s bodice. My brother-in-law is working security there, he can get us in. Owes me a wad of cash.”

Crowley considered it for a moment. “Fine. Sounds ideal. Tonight, mind you, not waiting on this. Small crew. I’ll watch from here.”

—

Crowley was in his panic room, while a decoy was halfway to Rio de Janeiro on a private plane, when he sent out the message — on the off chance that Winchester didn’t actually know the name of the Hood (ugh) the next best thing would be a rescue. No way he could keep his face hidden with all those cameras and men. He kept it simple, got someone to call into the local late-night call-in radio show to make the announcement. Apparently, Winchester had got a couple of good punches in, no big surprise there, but once they had him unconscious in the back of a van, it had been easy to get him to the station and tie him up. Watching on the monitor, Crowley could see the man was beginning to wake up.

This was going to be an interesting night.

~complete~

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I’m Sorry

Dean x Sister!Reader, Sam x Sister!Reader

Word Count: 1,623

Warnings: Mentions of torture, death, maybe some light swearing

A/N: This is my first time ever writing a fic, so I’m aware it may be kinda bleh. This is also my first time trying angst, but I figured I’d give it a shot since it’s Angst Appreciation Day. So I’m really sorry if it’s crappy, but here goes nothing. :) Also, all mistakes are mine and mine alone. Critiques welcome!

(I tried to add gifs here, but my old and crappy computer didn’t seem to want to let me do that. So just imagine the gif of Dean crying and wiping his eyes after Sam dies in All Hell Breaks Loose and the gif of Sam crying before he has to kill Madison in Heart.)

Being the youngest Winchester sibling was always hard. Sammy was 6 and Dean was 10 when I came into their lives as a nearly newborn baby, left on the doorstep of the motel they were staying in that week. I was fully adopted into the family as if I were blood. My brothers were naturally overprotective of me, of course. Of all the times that they’ve died, they’ve never let me do something stupid to bring them back. And they always made sure that I was never the one that died.

My brothers have always been the heroes of the story. They stopped the apocalypse. They defeated the Mother of all Monsters. They beat the Leviathans. They stopped Metatron’s evil plan to rule Heaven. They convinced the Darkness to not kill God and destroy the world. All the while, it’s felt like I’ve just been part of the background, helping when need be. So when I finally got the chance to save my brothers, I didn’t hesitate…

24 Hours Ago

“Well, Squirt, what do you think?” Sam asked as we three sat around the table in the motel in Stillwater, Minnesota, the home of our newest case. Three people had had their hearts ripped out in the last week alone.

“I’m honestly thinking werewolf here.”

“But it doesn’t fit the lunar cycle. It’s not a full moon for two more weeks,” Dean replied through a mouthful of burger.

“But there are those lovely purebloods, who can change whenever they want. Remember?”

“Wow, (Y/N). I’m starting to think you pay more attention to details than Sammy,” he responded playfully this time.

“I’m not really so sure. I mean, yeah, this thing’s going after the hearts, but otherwise it doesn’t match any other werewolf MO,” Sam said after my eldest brother and I were done bickering.

“Well, maybe it’s a Qareen. Like what we fought last year in that hair salon?” I brought up the creature after trying to remember any other monsters that fit the MO of the case.

“Good point (Y/N). Ok, I say we hit the hay and dig deeper in the morning.”

“It is the morning, Sammy. It’s two am,” I reminded my brother with a dorky grin on my face.

“You know what I meant. Go to bed.” Sammy ruffled my hair as he headed to spread out on his bed.

Now

I had told Sam and Dean that I was just gonna go and grab a drink at the bar; try to clear my head and figure out what was going on. That was all that was supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to be kidnapped by another low life demon. I wasn’t supposed to be used as a bargaining chip once again to trap my older brothers who were too overprotective for their own good. I wasn’t supposed to be a part of the trap that had been set up since the very first missing heart.

When I woke up in the abandoned warehouse, I was tied to a chair.

“Oh, how wonderful! Baby Winchester has finally joined us! Good morning, Sleeping Beauty!” The demon cried out sarcastically, flashing his onyx black orbs.

“What the hell do you want?”

“You pestering Winchesters out of my way. I’ve got you, now we’re going to call big brothers Sammy and Dean-o and tell them how it’s all gonna go down,” he replied with an evil smirk on his face.

After gagging me, he picked up my phone and called who I could only assume to be Dean, seeing as he was the one who answered. Putting it on speaker phone, I heard my oldest brother shout out to me, “(Y/N), where the hell have you been? You said you were just going to get a drink. You’ve been gone for hours. Sam and I’ve checked every bar in town. And why did you turn off your phone’s GPS?”

“Well, see, it’d make sense that you didn’t find her in a bar. Seeing as that isn’t where she is at the moment. And the second question’s simple really. I turned it off so it wouldn’t be easy for you to find us,” the demon told my brother mockingly.

“Who the hell are you and where is my little sister?” I heard a growl in Dean’s voice, one that should’ve sent this demon running to Lucifer.

“Name’s Drax. I’m a demon. Nice to meet ya, Dean-o. And I gotta say, pretty proud of myself tricking the famous Winchesters into thinking that a demon was a werewolf. I should get a promotion. As to where your little sister is, that’s for me to know and you to figure out. But you can hear her voice if you’d like. Kind of…” The son of a bitch grabbed a knife and started to stalk over to me. I struggled in my seat as he got closer, but failed to escape before he plunged the knife into my hand. My muffled screams could be heard through the gag in my mouth.

“Don’t you touch my sister, you son of a bitch!!!!!” I heard both of my brothers scream through the phone. Dean must have put it on speaker phone for Sam once he found out it wasn’t actually me calling.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen. I’ll give you 15 minutes to find us. Then, one of the three Winchesters will have to die before I allow the other two to go home. I don’t care who. But if you don’t get here within the 15 minutes, I can promise you it will be your sweet, precious, little (Y/N).” Drax hung up the phone before either of my brothers could respond. Turning to me, Drax continued his little speech. “I’m gonna go ahead and warn you now sweet cheeks, I’m not letting any of you annoying Winchesters leave this building tonight.”

The jackass got bored of waiting after only three minutes. He began to draw pictures into my bare skin with his knife, also ungagging me and playing games with his knife to see what made me scream the loudest. Ten minutes into my brothers’ fifteen minute time limit, I realized what I could do to save my brothers.

“Drax, wait. Stop. Hold on for a second. I wanna make a deal.”

“Oh, really? What is it? Cause it better be good.”

“I will let you take my soul down to Hell, and you can torture me whenever you want. BUT, you have to spare my brothers’ lives. Forever. But I’ll be all yours. I want to write a letter to leave here with my body, explaining to my brothers about my deal, and that they have to promise to not hunt you down.”

After a few moments of consideration, Drax reluctantly agreed. He leaned down to kiss me, sealing the deal before saying, “I’ll have the annoying Winchester brothers out of my hair for good and a permanent Winchester torture practice dummy for eternity. Guess that’s a pretty good trade. Here’s some paper and a pen. You have two minutes, then the Hell Hounds will be here to take you down to Hell. Easiest form of transportation if I do say so myself. Get to writing.” A tear slipped down my cheek as I was untied from my chair and began to write down my last words to my brothers.

5 minutes later

Dean’s POV

Sam and I burst through the doors of the warehouse, hoping to find our baby sister and the son of a bitch demon that took her. No way in hell was a Winchester gonna die today. However, the outcome was not as expected. My baby sister laid spread out on the ground, torn to ribbons as though attacked by Hell Hounds. I dropped to my knees by her side, Sammy following not even a moment later. I began to cry as I clutched my baby sister to my chest, devastated to know what kind of afterlife this kind of death would bring to her and the fact that she was gone. Sam grabbed my attention by looking through teary eyes at a piece of paper that was clearly in (Y/N)’s handwriting.

Hey Sam. Dean. It’s (Y/N)… Listen, I’m sorry. I really am… I know you can never forgive me for what I did. Hell, I don’t really know if I can completely even forgive myself for doing this to you… I just want to let you know that I’m sorry… Drax had no intention of only killing one of us and letting the other two live. He was going to kill all three. I couldn’t let him do that, you guys are heroes. This world needs the two of you more than anything. So I made a deal with Drax. My soul in Hell for his promise to never come near you. But you have to promise not to hunt him down as revenge, it will break the deal, and he’ll be allowed to try and kill you. This was 100% my choice. The two of you have done so much to save the world and have done even more for me. You tried your best to give me a normal life; even in this crazy, messed up world of hunting. The two of you have saved my life on multiple occasions throughout the years. Now it’s my turn to save yours. I love you, Sam and Dean. More than anything. And I’m sorry.

Tags: @winchesters-favorite-girl I hope you don’t mind me tagging you. You inspired me to finally give writing fanfic a shot, especially the angsty kind. :)

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