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I am so mad at myself. After writing in the tags "#not spn au just supernatural ok OKAY" on my supernatural au/human Steve au post. I am cursed with thinking of a cw supernatural au for human Steve au. Horrible. My fantasy mechanics work different than the show but fuck it if I'm not thinking about John Winchester sidling up to Hawkins, two boys in the back of the impala, a couple weeks after spring break of '86. Comes in cocksure and confident. It's a small town, someone had to have seen something, even if they had a witchhunt for some poor sap.
He meets the newly reinstated chief of police, (unclear why he was removed if everybody he's talked to loves the guy, calls him a hero and all that shit) and asks about the deaths. John's had a few years to work out the kinks in getting law enforcement to tell him about the weird shit that happens so he's not too worried about this Hopper guy.
He walks into the office and, well. Chief Hopper looks like shit. Sunken cheeks and sallow skin, the guy looks like he escaped prison more than anything. But. John can be polite. He introduces himself. Tries to ask some...subtle questions.
Cheif Hopper isn't taking the bait. Keeps twitching his nose, brows drawing lower and lower. At some point, he leans towards John, and there's a brief, instinctual, second of fear that runs down his spine, before the chief shrugs. Says "I've gotta make a call. I think I know who you're looking for."
John isn't asked to leave the office so he doesn't, just listens as the phone rings.
Someone answers and the cheif says "it's Hop. We've got a...visitor at the station. Figured you'd like to talk to him."
Some talking on the other end. And Cheif Hopper, who has, the entire time John has been in Hawkins, looked no more than fifteen seconds away from growling, huffs a laugh.
"seriously Harrington, I'd say you're the one with the expertise this fella's looking for"
A pause, muffled noise.
"good. Drive safe out there, kid. Oh! And might want to bring that book of yours, hm? See you soon."
The two sit in silence. John feels like he should recognize the name Harrington, he's definitely heard it before, but can't place it for the life of him. The door of the office swings open, revealing a... Teenager.
The kid wears a pastel polo, hair coiffed, highwaisted jeans, and is carrying the largest book John Winchester has ever seen.
He plops it on the desk, Cheif Hopper shuffling papers aside.
"so," he says, pushing his hair back and placing hands on his hips, "why'd you need me to bring this fucking thing here for? Besides the shady looking guy, obviously."
Well. So much for convincing the kid he's from the feds, probably. Couldn't hurt
John shrugs. "I was just asking the Cheif here if he knew anything about those deaths. I'm with the FBI, and we want to get to the bottom of it, especially if that Munson is falsely accused."
Harrington's jam hangs open. Snaps shut. He turns to the Cheif, corner of his lips tugging up. "The. The government. Wants to know about the deaths."
The Cheif nods. "That's right, son. The FBI, here in our own little Hawkins."
The kid. The kid fucking giggles. "I see why you called."
"obviously. Guy's as subtle as a train."
And. What? How'd they figure him out so quickly? Who was this Harrington kid? What was that book he brought?
"listen, buddy, I get that you think your trying to help. I do." John is being condescended to by a fucking teenager. "But we've got it all sorted. Hawkins is fine." The kid pulls out a chair from the corner and sits on it backwards, leaning forwards against the backrest. "I am curious as to what you thought the killings were, though. Vampire? Demon? I don't think anything else would really fit the descriptions in the papers..."
And. Fuck. Did this kid know he was a Hunter? "How'd you know?"
The kid smirks. "I'm Steve Harrington." He sticks his hand out, for john to shake.
It seems rude not to, considering this kid and-and the goddamn Cheif of police in this Podunk Indiana town both clocked him as soon as he crossed town lines, probably. "John Winchester. Hunter."
Steve laughs. It's cold. "Yeah. I figured. I dunno if you're new to the game, mister Winchester, but I'm surprised you didn't recognize my last name. My parents seem to be pretty famous in you circles."
Shit. Bobby has mentioned notable hunters, and the Harringtons were definitely on the list. A hereditary family of hunters going back four generations, impressive for their career choice even without their rap sheet. And John's just met their fucking kid.
"don't worry about offending them, though. I guess I'm just here to tell you to get the fuck out of Hawkins." He says it with a board expression, as though this interaction is barely
"what?"
Steve blinks at him lazily. "Hawkins is my town. I know most hunters aren't exactly...territorial, but I am. The town is under my protection, and any and all other-natural occurences are my purview."
It's then that John realizes what the Cheif was doing earlier. The odd face he made. He'd been sniffing him. A goddamn werewolf. He stiffens. This was a trap.
"it's not a trap, mr. Winchester. You're free to go. But spread the word. Hunters aren't allowed in Hawkins. Roane county, actually. If I hear about a Hunter coming into my town for anything other than a fuel top-up, they'll regret it."
John is. He's furious at this fucking child who dare to-hes just letting the beasts run amok in town and preventing anyone from doing anything about.
Harrington stands, arms crossed.
"I'd better not hear whispers about Hawkins, either. It's my town. I'll handle it." He grins. Opens the door of the office. "And, you might want to double-check that the government hasn't already been through a town with a shitty cover story already, Mr. Winchester. Might break your cover." He waves with his fingers as John spins on his heel and avoid looking at the glares he's getting for half the folks in the station.
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Dean checks the address on a source he was directed to by the witnesses, a one Steve Harrington. He's on a solo Hunt now, since Sammy went off to college his dad had been...tighter. he knows he's not supposed to be in Hawkins, but he's not entirely sure why. No is really sure why, honestly, but it's well known in the Hunter grapevine that Hawkins and greater Roane county is taken care of.
Except, apparently, it isn't. Hence dean being here.
He knocks on the door, which swings open immediately to a thirty-something man who was already talking before the door was fully open, obviously not expecting a stranger.
"didn't know you actually knew how to kno- Winchester." And. Well. Fuck, right? How'd this random guy know dean? The man scowls. "I spoke to your father once. Told him to stay out of my town." He crosses his arms and raises a brow. "So. Want to explain why you're here? I've already handled the whole 'accidentally bewitching people situation, if that's what your wondering."
Dean...isn't actually sure what's happening."uh."
Steve Harrington scowls again. "Fine. Come in for coffee or tea or something. Relax for a goddamn second."
So, Dean sits and let's a cup of coffee be pushed into his hands. He doesn't drink it. Steve rolls his eyes.
"I didn't poison it, promise."
Which now makes Dean think maybe it was poisoned.
"hunters, all the fuckin same" Steve mumbles. Reaches over and plucks the coffee from Dean's hands and takes a swig before sliding it back between his palms. "There. Proof. You'll be fine."
Dean drinks, watches.
Steve watches back.
He sighs. "I'm sorry, about how you grew up."
"huh?"
Steve shakes his head. "Being the child of hunters. It's difficult. Lonely. I'm sorry you went through that."
Dean shrugs. "It's not so bad. Free as a bird."
Steve hums. Sips his own coffee. "Birds have flocks, or gaggles, or whatever other funny words we use to describe groups. Hunters..." He shrugs. "Not so much. Most fly solo or in pairs. Didn't you have a younger brother?"
"how did you-"
"I may not be nomadic, but I still have ears on the ground."
"huh. He went to college."
"ah. Getting out of the life. Good for him."
And suddenly Dean needs to get out. Can't stand this stranger who thinks he knows him, the way his eyes turn down, as though he's sad for Dean of all people. No. No. He needs to leave.
Harrington follows him to the door, leans on the frame as Dean stomps to the Impala. He turns around.
"i don't know what the fuck you think you're doing here, with those monsters on the loose. My dad told me about the wolves you're protecting that're infesting this place. They aren't pets you know. You need a fucking exterminator."
Steve shakes his head. "remember Dean. No hunters in Hawkins. Safe driving."
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Dean cannot believe they are going back to Hawkins of all godforsaken places.
Castiel sits beside him in the passenger seat, sam surrounded by papers in the backseat and it should be pleasant, easy and comfortable. But. But they're heading to Hawkins.
As soon as the cross city limits, Castiel cocks his head, interested.
"what is it?"
"I don't...know. something is different about this town."
From the back, Sam huffs. "Yeah, it's got a rogue hunter protecting all the monsters and ghouls."
Castiel hums. "I am not so sure he protects the same creatures you hunt..."
Dean sighs. Fucking great.
Eventually, they pull up to the same house he visited all the way back in '02, and Dean is...sort of nervous. He'd been told not to come back, but really...they needed help. Information. And Steve goddamn Harrington was the best bet they had of getting it.
He rings the doorbell. When it's answered, the door swings open to a man, middle-aged with long greying hair and-shit that's Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin. That's Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin answering Steve Harrington's door and calling,
"Steve, sugar, you've got some... specialty guests!" He turns back to them, smiling, and Dean is trying very hard to not make a fool of himself. Tries not to tell Eddie Munson ofcorrodedcoffin that his first album changed Dean's life. He's going to stick with biting his tongue and nodding. Following Sam and Cas I to the living room, sitting down on the couch. He's fine. He's got a job to do. He's a professional.
Sexy middle-aged men have no power over him. He leans into Cas' space slightly.
Harrington walks in, pecks eddiemunsonofcorrodedcoffin on the cheek, oh god, and sits down.
Dean immediately stands up.
"could I, uh, use your washroom?"
Steve blinks up at him, but nods, gestures to a hallway. Dean strides down and through an open door with the light on. He pulls the shower curtain away, an instinct to always check his surroundings, and immediately jumps back as a seal barks at him. He slams the door shut on his way out.
"there's, um. There's a seal in your bathtub. Sorry guys."
Neither Harrington nor Eddie Munson have normal reactions to this piece of news.
Eddie Munson flings his head back and laughs, hair wild around his head.
Steve Harrington sighs and punches the bridge of his nose.
"sorry about her. I said we'd go to lover's lake for a swim later but living in Chicago with lake Superior right there is really spoiling her."
"what"
"one second. Robin!" He yells down the hall. "We have guests! Be decent!"
A few moments of Eddie Munson giggling and Dean decidedly not staring at a metal legend and Steve muttering about seals and soulmates and being impatient pass, and a woman, around the same age as Munson and Harrington most likely, walks down the hall toweling off her hair. She tossed a coat at Harrington.
"oh" this is from Cas. "You are soulmates."
The woman laughs. "Yeah. Figured that one out over twenty years ago." She settle into Harrington's side. "What can we help you with?"
Sam, who is curious but can usually figure out how to ask the questions he wants with out, say, blurting what the fuck do you mean SOULMATES or why is Eddie Munson (of Corroded Coffin) here? And can I get his autograph? It's probably the law school training.
Eddie Munson leans down, covers his mouth with a ringed hand, and whispers into Harrington's ear. Harrington turns to Peck Eddie Munson on the lips and whisper something back, rejoining listening to Sam and Cas as thought they hadn't done whatever that was. Dean grips Cas coat.
All in all, it was actually a successful trip to Hawkins, though Steve give him the same warning when they leave, with very little explanation for it.
Hunters better stay the fuck out of his town.
#steddie#steve harrington#jim hopper#dean Winchester#john winchester#Eddie munson#robin Buckley#human steve au#spn human steve au#finda writes stuff#i cannot believe i wrote spn fic. what is happening#destiel#only hinted but you KNOW its there.#also yes dean does have a celeb crush on eddie OBVIOUSLY.#stranger things#finda's rambles#i just wanted steve telling john wimchester to gtfo of hawkins#snd here we are. deans bi panic in full effect#also should be noted eddie is 100% telling steve about the destiel pining
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You’re Mine and No One Else’s
Sam Wimchester x female reader
18+ ONLY
Warnings: Posessiveness, jealousy, praise degradation, some good filthy smut with a dash of fluff
When a girl flirts with Sam, you finally decide to make a move and remind him who he belongs to
Another hunt down. Sam, Dean and myself were having a few drinks to wind down a bit (well, I was drinking soda while Sam drank one beer. Dean was the one with the drinking).
I met the both of them a few years ago when I was hunting a vampire’s nest in my hometown. Since then, I’ve joined them everywhere I went as I really had no family nor friends that knew about this world, and I wanted to keep it that way. Dean became like an older brother to me, while Sam…well, Sam was special, but no matter how many hints I gave, he seemed oblivious or not interested, which stung.
However, tonight I was finally going to be direct with him, but not in a way I thought I was going to. I went to the bathroom real quick and when exiting, I found a woman next to Sam who was a little too close for my liking. She began to stroke his arm a bit and what looked to be eye fucking. The worst part was that Sam didn’t push away.
In fact, he was enjoying it a bit.
I began to see a little bit of red as I stormed over. Both men saw me and immediately looked panicked when they saw how I looked. I grabbed Sam by the arm and tugged a bit.
“We’re leaving,” I said.
He looked confused when I said that. “Wha…(Y/N) we just…”
“No, we’re leaving.”
Sam looked a little annoyed by what I said but got up anyways and went out the door. I looked at Dean who looked stunned at my sudden forwardness. I gave him a little smirk and raised my eyebrows, which got him to grin.
“Got get em. I’ll be somewhere else tonight.”
I smiled and went out the door, looking for Sam. He was by the Impala looking rather pissed off. I don’t know what has gotten into me, but I was feeling a mix of jealousy and horny. Who knew Sam getting hit on would be the key to get me going?
“You let that woman get a little too close to you there,” I said.
“Yeah? And why does it bother you so much?” he snarled.
“You know better than to flirt with other women when I’m around, Winchester.”
His pissed off look morphed into confusion. He still was lost so I guess I should spell it out for him.
“You’re mine. I’m yours. Did you really not see the hints I was giving you? The little touches, the constant smiling and giggling, the moments I would get you alone with me to ‘research?’ Did you not see any of that?”
He just stared at me, thinking of his next move. I was about to apologize for my forwardness when all of the sudden, he pulled me in a bit, smashing his lips against mine. I gladly kissed him back, thinking that it’s about fucking time.
So he really was just clueless on my hints.
We pulled away to catch our breaths. Giving him a little smile, I said, “You know…Dean is gonna be staying the night somewhere else…shame if we waste this opportunity.”
Sam grinned widely at me. “Then let’s get going.”
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The moment we got back to our motel room, Sam slammed me against the wall, kissing me as I wrapped my legs around his waist. I felt his boner rub up agaist my clothed cunt, both of us moaning loudly.
Sam carried me right to the bed, unbuttoning his flannel as I took off my t shirt and bra. God, his body was gorgeous. I wanted to feel his skin on mine so badly. As if he read my mind, he got on top of me and went back to kissing me before moving to my neck, giving little bites here and there.
“Sam…you have no idea…how much…I wanted this…” I moaned out.
“I’ve wanted this for so long as well,” he said, “God it’s been so hard to contain myself when you’re in the room, but I couldn’t make that first step.”
He stopped biting my neck and began to kiss my shoulders.
“You..really didn’t know that I…?” I asked.
He looked at me with a smile. “(Y/N)…I would figure by now you would know how clueless I am.”
“You certainly aren’t acting like someone who is clueless,” I teased.
I grabbed him by the hair, pulling him down for another kiss. His one hand managed to unbutton my jeans as I kicked them off.
“Why didn’t you tell me before hand?” he asked.
Sam looked me in the eyes, stroking my bare skin while I laid my hand on his cheek, slowly running it on his muscular arms. “Well…I guess I’m just as clueless as you are. I either thought you were oblivious or not interested in me.”
“Yet it took for some woman to hit on me for you to finally say something,” he joked.
“Be real…you found it rather hot when I took control.”
He bit hit lower lip, looking at me up and down. “Well, it’s my turn to take control now.”
He kissed me aggressively, hand reaching down to where my wet cunt was. I wasn’t wearing any underwear thank God. He started slow, only rubbing my clit a bit in small circles. I started to pant and broke the kiss, him now putting the focus on my neck as my legs wrapped around him a bit. Soon, one of his fingers entered me and I swore I could finish right then and there.
He thrusted his finger in and out while nibbling on my ear. I whined when he pulled out but he quickly went down in between my legs, eating me out like I was his final meal.
“God!” I cried out.
He just moaned in response, putting two fingers inside me. While this was great, I wanted to try something else. I pulled his head up, getting him to look at me.
“I wanna sit on your face,” I said.
His eyes grew wide at this request but it quickly turned into a a grin. He quickly laid on his back, crocking his finger at me to come over. I obliged, crawling up to him and slowly sitting down on his face.
He didn’t hesitate and went right back to work. This was so sudden but this felt so much better. I began to grind a bit on his face, his nose on my clit as he thrusted his tongue in and out of me. Sam’s hands immediately went to my ass, groping them and giving my cheeks a little smack.
I felt like a goddess, the most beautiful woman on Earth, and Sam was worshipping every part of my body. I never felt this way before as many past flings would just cut right to the chase. Not Sam. He was making sure to love every inch of my body and taking care of my desires while also fulfilling his.
I finally came, my body giving out as I screamed Sam’s name. I did my best to catch my breath while he helped me get off his face and laid me down on my back. I thought he was going to start fucking me, but he just laid on his one side, holding me close and giving me some kisses on my neck and cheek, running his hand up and down my body to help me get back down to Earth. “You okay, baby girl?”
I smiled. “I feel great,” I said.
He smiled back at me, planting a kiss on my cheek and began to take his pants off. “Do you want me to return the favor?” I asked.
“No, I’m fine. I need to be inside you right now.”
After discarding his pants, he went over to his suitcase to grab a condom. I sat up a bit on the bed, legs spread wide while also touching myself a bit to get me going again. Sam just smirked at me as he rolled the condom onto his cock, getting back on top of me and kissing me hard.
“Couldn’t wait for me?” he asked.
“Wanted to get myself more worked up,” I said with a smile.
Sam buried his face into my neck as he slowly entered me. It took me a second to adjust to his size but once I was comfortable, I told him to move. He started a little slow, which was getting a little on my nerves. Grabbing his hair, I pulled him away from my neck and hissed, “Harder.”
He searched for any hesitation from me and when he didn’t see it, he kissed me roughly again and picked up my legs a bit, having me wrap the around his waist as he went faster and harder.
He broke the kiss to watch me come undone. “That’s right. Take me like a good girl…”
“Sam…make me your good little slut…please…”
“Oh, someone likes a little degrading, I see. Such filthy words coming out of your mouth…trust me, you are my good little slut.”
He kissed me again as the bed began to creek and bang up against the wall a bit. I know some poor people next to us may not be getting some sleep tonight, but this felt too good to care.
He was hitting me in all the right places, circling my clit to help me get back on my high faster, and I was close.
“Sam…fuck…I’m coming…”
“Do it…scream my name again, baby girl. Let everyone know that you’re mine like you said.”
“I’m…I’m yours…”
“And I’m yours…”
Finally, my orgasm reached to new heights as I screamed out Sam’s name, my back arching in bliss before finally coming back down. He continued to thrust in me a few more times before finally finishing, groaning in my ear and collapsing a bit on top of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck a bit as I stroked his hair while he came down from his high.
Once he finally pulled out, it was my turn to catch my breath. I wasn’t sure if I was gonna be able to walk tomorrow after all we did.
Sam pulled me closer to him, my head lying on his chest as both arms wrapped around me, stroking my skin to help bring me back down to Earth. I smiled, feeling like I was in my own little world with Sam.
“Can I ask…when did you start gaining feelings for me?” he asked.
I shrugged. “Honestly, I always thought you were attractive when we first met. I think…when you became rather protective of the missing victims in that one case in Montana…it was so sweet and I began to see you differently. It showed how kind you are to others despite everything you’ve been through. It’s…difficult to do that when you’re a hunter, yet you managed.”
He kissed me on the forehead, causing me to melt on the inside a bit. God, this man knew how to turn me on and make me feel so many butterflies in my stomach like I was some kind of teenager again.
“When you saved Dean from the one demon…and put yourself at risk…I may have been annoyed by it, but that day was the day I realized that I could not imagine a life without you. I was scared of losing you. Saving my older brother, though…that did mean a lot to me in a way, and I’m sure it meant a lot to him as well.”
I smiled a bit. “That’s why you were so protective of me for the next few days…God I REALLY am clueless.”
He chuckled. “Hey, I’m the one that missed some cues.”
I smiled a bit, snuggling a bit closer to him as he held me close like a teddy bear. Soon, his soft snores filled the room, and it wasn’t long before I also fell asleep, having one of the best rested nights I had in forever.
#sam winchester#supernatural#sam winchester x reader#sam winchester smut#sam winchester fluff#jealousy#i like it rough
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ok well my ideal wish for the vtm campaign is that there is Vampire Dean Wimchester. this is because its would be infinitely hilarious to me and probably nobody else but ive decided i want it
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No because it's true😭 Dadstiel my beloved 💙
#i can't stop laughing at this cause mans really was#and i love him#dadstiel supremacy ❤️❤️#castiel#jack kline#dean wimchester#supernatural#misha collins
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Aahhh there we go, SPN making us feel happiness and pure bliss along with the feeling of emptiness and distress.
#spn#supernatural#supernatural reboot#supernatural prequel#i just want one deancas scene just one please#dean wimchester#sam Winchester#castiel winchester#jensen ackles#misha collins#jared jensen misha
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the euphoria of destiel canon and destiel wedding is unparalled media experience
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Honestly don't get where the entire trans!Dean came from and I don't really dive into it but if it makes people happy then they should roll with it!!! I don't get the hate flouting around the idea...
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dean was so so stupid for not believing in angels until he met cas
like if demons and hell are real, what else has to be real dean 😐😐 think it through bud
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Actually I’m not done speaking abt this bc it’s hilarious. Imagine ur an actor who had a supporting role on a bad tv show more than a DECADE ago and the show just ended with one of the most Dissapointing plots known to man. And u go on Twitter and make some role playing shitposts to try and promote some side projects. But then it starts gaining attention. The show’s fanbase, disillusioned by the shit writing, are clinging to ways to make the story their own. They create a whole cohesive storyline around your shitposts. IT STARTS TRENDING. IT REACHES NUMBER ONE ON TWITTER IN MULTIPLE COUNTRIES AND GETS SO MUCH MEDIA ATTENTION. YOU, WITH ONLY A MODEST FOLLOWING ON TWITTER, START GETTING THOUSANDS OF NOTES ON THESE TWEETS.
At then u go “instead of just going along with the hype, I am going to actively negate these storylines, reinforcing a trope of lgbt characters not getting happy endings. I am so ready to let homophobia win I forgot to capitalise on my moment of fame.”
#chad lindberg#samantha ferris#listen this is so funny#djkdhsjak#destiel#supernatural#spn#dean winchester#castiel#castiel wimchester#destiel wedding
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Life After Losing Him
Summary: Reader goes about their new daily life but soon runs into the best friend they had lost several months prior.
TW/CW: Platonic!Reader x Sam and Dean Winchester (mostly Dean tbh). Classmate bullying Reader. Should College Student Reader be a warning? Bc I feel like it should lmao. Lots of swearing. Dean does the silver blade test so a wound and blade are mentioned. I don’t think there’s anything else but lmk if I should add something.
Requested?: Yes, a lovely Anon said, “Hello love, your writing is really good and I love how active you are on your account it’s very impressive I could never 🥰 I would be so honored if you could do a platonic imagine for me??? I had in mind like Dean going to hell and coming back and being mad at Sam because he stopped hunting and maybe being mad at reader for moving on and going to college/not trying to help Sam? Idk if that makes any sense lol”
Word Count: 1,880
A/N: So, Dean isn’t as angry as I could’ve written him to be, I didn’t really include Sam much in this one, and it’s mostly Reader going about her day in her new life. If enough of you want it, I could write a second part where Dean and Reader get home and talk to Sam or whatever. I hope this is alright. I personally really like some bits of it but as a whole it feels off to me for some reason.
Your POV
I grabbed the car keys off my side table before heading out my bedroom door with my backpack slung over my shoulder. I stopped in the kitchen to grab the lunch I had packed the previous evening and a thermos of coffee before heading out for another day of boring ass classes. When I enrolled at the local community college to major in folklore and mythology, I thought the classes would be more interesting and it would be a piece of cake but unfortunately, I got stuck with a boring professor who obviously didn’t even want to be teaching the class in the first place. I push the garage doors open before making my way over to the car. I open the door and drop down into the driver’s seat, set my thermos in the cupholder near my feet, and toss my backpack and lunchbox into the passenger seat. After closing the door, I sigh as I place my hands on the steering wheel, “Alright, Baby. Another day without him but I know you’ve still got my back.” I reach over and pat the dash before cranking the ignition and pulling out of the garage to head for school. The ride to school is quiet aside from the classic rock drifting softly through the speakers.
I manage to find a decent parking spot within walking distance of my class but have to mentally prepare myself before grabbing my coffee and backpack and stepping out of the car. I lock the doors, shut mine, and head towards class. On autopilot, I find the classroom that I need and take my usual seat near the front against a wall and turn my back to the wall as I always do. Aside from a few who like to get here early for the same reason I do, to get our favorite seats, the majority of the class hasn’t arrived yet so I pull out my notebook, pen, and coffee. I avoid all eye contact with the others in the room and label my notebook page for today’s lecture. For the most part, people around here seem to avoid me although I haven’t decided if it’s because I intimidate them or because they think I’m “one of those backwoods crazy people” or perhaps it’s both. Regardless, it suits me fine. I’m not here to make friends, I’m here to get a degree and do something useful with my new life. When he died, Sam and I both agreed to not try to find a way to bring him back and try to create a normal life. Every now and then, I secretly take a hunt but it’s usually nothing more than a basic salt and burn case. I did get a job at a local mechanic shop. They were practically begging me to take the job when I showed up for the interview in Baby.
I’m pulled from my thoughts as a loud group of guys enter the room. I try to ignore them but as per usual their little pack leader wants to try to ruin my day. He calls out to me but thankfully before he can start something, the instructor enters and tells him to have a seat. I’ll have to give this instructor points for at least not putting up with any bullshit like that in his class. Anyway, the rest of the class joins shortly and takes their seats and, on the dot, as always, the instructor starts his lecture. A miserable hour and a half later I have several pages of notes, most of which are completely false from a hunter’s perspective, about topics I already know the truth about just so I know what the instructor will expect on the test. The instructor dismisses us so I pack away all my things and head back to the car to eat lunch before my next class.
I’m about halfway back to the car, which is completely hidden by a huge, jacked up, 4x4 pickup truck, when the loud group of guys catches up to me and their leader calls out again, "Hey, nerd! Why don’t you stop for a second? I didn’t get a chance to take notes in class and I want to get pictures of yours.”
I ignore him and keep my head down as I mumble under my breath, “yeah because you were sleeping,” and continue to the car. As I come around the back end of the pickup and approach the car, I slam into something, or rather someone, sturdy and nearly get knocked on my ass if it weren’t for the person catching me. Out of instinct I go to grab my dagger out of its sheath under my sleeve but the person grabs my hand, “Don’t pull that thing out here. It’s just me.” Hearing that voice causes pure shock mixed with a touch of suspicion to wash over me. I look up and into the face of my formerly, dearly departed best friend, Dean Winchester. However, before I can ask questions or even test to make sure it’s him, the small group of my classmates rounds the end of the pickup truck causing Dean to push me behind him in a protective way.
The pack leader grins mischievously, “Who’s this? You know this guy, nerd?”
I roll my eyes but Dean speaks up for me, “I’m (Y/n)’s brother you little bitch. Now, fuck off and leave her alone.” In all honesty, Dean wasn’t biologically my brother but he and Sam have been the closest thing to having any siblings in general that I’ve ever gotten.
The pack leader looks around Dean at me, “This true?” I nod. He laughs, “Well, I don’t know which of you are driving this piece of junk but you should probably get with the times and stop driving this old rust bucket. Maybe you could upgrade to a nice truck like mine here,” he taunts patting the truck parked beside us.
“Your attention seeking, overcompensating piece of shit on wheels could never handle the things this car has been through,” Dean argues, stepping forward. I grab his arm and tug in attempts to get him to back down, no luck.
The guy scoffs, “Yeah right. I bet if your little friend behind you there hit a curb it’d tear this car to pieces.”
Before Dean can get into a fist fight, I unlock the car door and shove him in before climbing in myself. Unfortunately, the asshole doesn’t get the hint that I’m leaving and leans back against Baby. I check the mirrors to make sure that I’m not going to run anyone over before driving forward out of my spot, mentally thanking whoever didn’t park there or had just pulled out of the spot in front of me, causing the pack leader to fall on his ass. I laugh to myself as I watch in the rearview mirror and then take off. I find a secluded spot on campus to park so that I can test Dean, figure out what the hell happened with him, and eat my lunch before my next class in four hours. When I put the car in park, and look over, he’s already rolled his sleeve up and has a silver blade ready for the test. He presses the blade into his arm right above another wound that looks fresh.
“I figure if Sam wanted all the tests done then you definitely will,” he grumbles before wrapping his arm having sufficiently proven he’s not allergic to the silver. I grab the bottle of holy water that I keep in my backpack and hand it to him. He takes a sip of it before handing it back to me. I nod in understanding before grabbing my lunchbox to eat.
Once I’ve opened my sandwich, I take a bite, chew, and swallow before asking, “What happened this time?”
“I don’t know, Sam’s working on that now,” he pauses, watching me, “I’d like to know what the hell happened to you.”
“There it is again. You never call him Sam but that’s twice in just the past few minutes,” I muse, avoiding his question, “I guess you’re pissed at him because he stopped hunting?”
“Yeah, and it seems to me like you did too so why don’t you answer my question?” he replies.
I sigh, and toss my sandwich back onto the paper towel in my lap, “After we lost you, Sam and I agreed to not go looking for a way to bring you back and to start living a normal life. Granted, I always mentally thanked him for phrasing it that way because that meant if a way to bring you back fell into my lap then I could take the opportunity. Regardless, I got a job at a mechanic shop nearby and started classes here for a degree in folklore and mythology.”
He scoffs and whips his head around to look out the windshield, “So you stopped hunting too. What the hell is wrong with you two?”
“The two of us didn’t stop hunting. He did,” I snap back, “He doesn’t know it but I go on hunts every now and then when the apple pie life gets too boring.”
“What about that asshole back there? Why do you let him bully you?” he asks, nodding his head toward where we had come from earlier.
“He’s always trying to pick on me but I ignore him for the most part and keep my dagger in my sleeve just in case. The less attention I draw to myself the better.” I answer.
“You’re really balancing all this? Like, you go to class and study for exams and shit but then every now and then you go hunting during the weekend?” he asks and I nod. “So, what about Sammy?”
“He got a job, even been on a few dates but like I said, he stopped hunting, as far as I know anyway,” I respond. My phone dings before either of us could say anything else so I pick it up to check it and find that my instructor for my other class for today has sent out a message to cancel it for today. I toss the phone down onto the seat between us and stuff my sandwich and everything else I had pulled out back into my lunchbox before putting the car in drive and backing out of this spot.
“What are you doing?” he questions, once again. I swear if he doesn’t knock it off with the questions, I’m going to roundhouse his ass.
“Going home. My other class for today was cancelled,” I answer shortly.
He’s quiet until we get to the campus entrance, “Can we- uh- Can we stop and get a burger on the way?” I nod as I laugh at him. This is probably going to be weird to adapt to but we’ll figure it out. The three of us always figure things out. Honestly, if this turns into something bigger, as it usually does, then wouldn’t mind quitting school. Turns out it’s not all it’s cracked up to be and definitely not for me. I just hope Dean won’t sulk too long about how Sam and I handled life after losing him.
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Dean Winchester x Castiel
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Spoilers for season 15 of SPN
"The Wi-Fi in hell isn't so great."
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Why is destiel the first thing I thought of when I saw this??😭
I don't even go to the lamp theory school, but seeing it everywhere has made my mind go immediately to destiel when I see things like this. Help!!
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Imagine agreeing to take Sam and Dean in after your sister, Mary, dies, so John can hunt whatever killed her. Of course this doesn’t keep the boys from knowing all about the supernatural.
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Give me ideas plz
Requests are wiiiiide open. I will write about any pairing in any fandom you request, and yes, I do x readers and smut. If I don't know too much about the fandom, please give me some time to do some research.
Fandoms I 100% know:
Beauty and the Beast (Animated + Live Action)
Harry Potter (books + movies)
Supernatural
Marvel
DC
Les Misérables (book + movies + plays)
Phantom of the Opera (book + movies + plays)
Literally anything to do with Russell Crowe, Hugh Jackman, or Gerard Butler. I love me some Aussies
If you have another fandom you'd like a pairing in, all I request is a little bit of background on the pairing and/or fandom.
Send in your requests!
#requests#fanfics#obscure#obscure pairings#jean valjean#victor hugo#j.k. rowling#harry potter#fanfic#fandom#supernatural#dean winchester#sam wimchester#john winchester#javert#cosette fauchelevent#cosette#marius pontmercy#enjolras#batman#wonder woman#flash#barry allen#diana prince#bruce wayne#hulk#bruce banner#tony stark#iron man#pepper potts
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Eeeyyy, I'm back again! 😃😄 To begin with, I want to thank you again for the headcanons you wrote last! They really hit the mark (and were an amazing way to start my day)! This time, I'd like to request another set of headcanons, but this time it's about Dean falling in love with an Archangel!Reader (in my head, R's actually THE eldest archangel, and the First Reaper to ever exist - a literal Archangel of Death. But unlike her siblings, she is actually the most affable and human-like - like she knows how humans behave and why they do whatever they do, but is still inexperienced in certain things such as love or sex. Also: I headcanon it that she lost all her grace after Metatron's shenanigans in heaven, so up until Chuck's toddler tantrum over the ending, she fights with Wimchesters as human). Sorry for the req. being so long. 🙂
You’re absolutely welcome! Also I really like this idea wtf. People with legitimately good angel!reader ideas are few and far between. Cause man I fucking RAMBLED with this one 😭
This is so long. This helped me get some writers block out of the way though so I guess that makes up for it. I did get a lil lazy towards the end tho I’m sorry
Dean x Archangel/first reaper!f!reader.
Warnings: canon typical violence, mentions of virginity, jealousness
First things first, Dean sees you as an absolute threat. He’s still iffy on Castiel despite considering him a friend but you…he thinks you’re a problem because you aren’t monotone and clueless like Cas. Way too human like to be an angel, let alone an Archangel. He thinks you have some ulterior motive for humanity.
Castiel just casually mentions you also used to be the first Reaper. Fantastic. Is that why you’re so hard to kill? Archangel and Creator of Reapers? Dean did manage to nick you with a blade and you acted like you got cut while chopping vegetables, just no pure hurt.
For quite a while you played with Sam and Dean, letting them try and kill you or even tie you up once (something you easily escaped). Castiel tried to get Dean to understand you weren’t harmful but he wasn’t having it. You thought it was funny that Dean was taking out his anger and frustration on you as if you had done something to him personally.
When Metatron betrays Castiel, you were there trying to save him. But unfortunately Metatron had a few tricks up his sleeve and your grace was also lost. So now you were just…human. Something you weren’t unfamiliar with but didn’t mean you enjoyed the lack of power. So you had to cope with this life in the only way you knew: the Winchesters.
Dean was pissed. You had spent all this time blocking every attack they made and now you’re crawling to them for help? But he felt a little sorry. You had done nothing wrong as far as he knew even if he did think you were a threat.
Even in your human state for the longest time you were kept under close eye. The brothers helped you adjust to human life like eating regularly and not drinking too much alcohol. Sam was more helpful in this process than Dean.
Over time, Dean just felt worse and worse about his behavior. You hadn’t done anything and you got screwed over by Metatron while trying to save Castiel. You literally tried to fight “god” for Cas’s safety.
One day Dean was avoiding you more than usual, so you asked him what was wrong and he just spills.
“I’m sorry I tried to kill you and for all the other things I’ve done. I’m sorry I’ve been treating you like garbage these past few months. I just…feel like an ass.” He’ll say before taking one of your hands. “You fought for Cas and lost your own grace. Even if he ignored your warnings you still sacrificed yourself to save him. I respect you for that.”
Stops ignoring and avoiding you all together after that night, and starts working on getting to know you. Dean finds himself thinking you’re actually funny and smart. A huge contrast to Castiel’s usual personality and cluelessness. You’re flavorful.
He finds out you’re a virgin. The teasing ensues. It may or may not have sparked his interest, he can’t help himself. Asks you how someone as hot as you and…old (no offense) as yourself hasn’t gotten laid yet.
Just like with Cas he takes you to a bar and tries to get you to socialize with hopes you’ll experience the fun sides of life. But unlike with Cas, he finds himself getting jealous when you actually do hold normal conversation with other men. The grip on his glass is tight and he damn near breaks it when he sees you laughing with the guy.
Ok, so maybe he liked you a little more than he let himself believe. But it couldn’t work right? You were much more than an angel, grace or not, and he was a hunter. Who tried to kill you before.
Extremely relieved when you said you didn’t get laid. Still makes fun of you a little for it. But after that he avoids you again. He doesn’t want his feelings to get out of control. He’s got a job to do and people to save.
Unfortunately he finds out you’re useful when it comes to monsters and information. So his avoidance is very hard to keep up with during cases. You found the behavior odd but didn’t say anything because his moods were a bit hard to tell, he’s got at hiding his feelings.
Not for long though. On a vampire case gone bad you got hurt. It was the one time in your life you were injured badly and you thought you were going to die. Dean panicked and left Sam to finish the job while speeding you to the hospital. The injuries were some he couldn’t fix with the shitty incomplete medkit in the trunk.
When you wake up after numerous stitches and bandages Dean’s right there, holding your hand and looking like he’d seen a ghost (pun intended).
He confesses he does care about you more than a friend and rambles about how he thought he lost you. “Dean, let’s talk about this when I’m not heavily medicated alright?”
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