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wormstacheangel · 3 years

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Happy Birthday, Bec ( @chocolatecakecas)! Have some momma Dean and Daddy Cas get together :)

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Dean holds the preschool’s scrunched-up flyer in his hand before letting out a heavy sigh. He never thought he would ever celebrate Mother’s Day again, and he especially never thought that he would be the mother who would be celebrated.

He begged Cas not to make him do this, but it wasn’t Cas who he was afraid to disappoint.

Dean stuffed the paper back into his pocket before walking over to the front office to check-in for this Muffin with Mom event. He talked to the school beforehand to check if it was okay for him to show up to this event, but they already knew he was ‘Momma’ to Jack, so they saw it coming. Of course, they did but Dean sure as fuck didn’t.

He walks into the office and follows the signs that lead outside to the big grass area that transformed from a play area to a nicely decorated picnic area. Everything was pink, from the flowers to the plastic table cloths, but it didn’t feel too overwhelming because they were outside. His eyes spotted the small photo op area, and he couldn’t wait to get some cute pictures of him and Jack so Cas can add to his album.

At least that would be worth the embarrassment.

Dean joined some of the familiar faces of the sea of ladies that crowded the classroom doors—waiting for the kids to be let loose and get this party finally started. He smiles and waves at them, knowing them from pick up and playdate parties at their homes.

Dean and Cas know they can never host one at their home in the lakehouse cause while the outside has invisible warding, the inside looked like a crazy person lived in there. It was a heavily warded place that hides them for a good few miles to any supernatural monster— angels included, so it’s a good thing Cas knows how to use google maps or he would always skip their street— but the inside Jack was free to let his wings out and practice his powers.

“Okay!” He looks up to see Jack’s classroom open up. “Go find your Moms!”

He walks closer, seeing little rugrats running past him, and crouches until he meets the gaze of his little angel. “Hiya, bud!”

“Momma!” Jack shouts as he sprints to him and then jumps into Dean’s arms, almost knocking him back with his strength. Jack snuggles into Dean’s shoulder as he wraps his arms around his neck, staying locked in place as Dean stands up.

“Why are you surprised? Told you I was gonna come.” Dean rubs his hand up and down his back as they follow the group of moms to line up for the food. Other classes start to open up, and Dean at least wanted something to damn snack on while he’s here.

“I know.” Jack pulls back and presses Dean’s cheeks together with his little hands, and luckily with none of his strength. “I was just scared.”

“Why?” Dean asks with puckered lips.

“Cause,” Jack sighs before leaning back down to rest his head on Dean’s shoulder. His tiny fist is holding the collar of his jacket in a tight grip. “I know you’re not a Momma like the other Momma’s.”

Dean’s stomach drops at the words.

He quickly got out of line and went inside his now empty classroom so they can talk. Dean hates these tiny chairs, but he sat down anyway, hoping it won’t break from under him, before pulling Jack away to face him.

“Jack,” He was stubborn, but a little tickling always did the trick. Dean takes Jack’s face in between his hands so he would look at him. “I am not like the other Momma’s, but I am still yours. That’s why I’m here, right?”

Jack nods, a small smile on his face that was a carbon copy of Cas’s own.

“I better be, cause I heard you owe me a muffin!” Dean leans forward to gently bite Jack’s cheek, who giggles and screams while he pushed Dean away with child strength.

“Stop! Momma!” Jack laughs before Dean showers his face with kisses so that he could see the pout leave and a bright grin appear. One that made Dean love life so much more than he ever thought he could.

“Love you.” Dean places a final kiss on Jack’s nose. Only for Jack to copy him and repeat, “Love you.”

They went back outside and had to go to the back of the line, but with Jack in his arms, he was perfectly content. He loves hearing his little four-year-old ramble on while telling a story.

When they got their food—a muffin and some damn apple juice, he’s going to have to take Jack to lunch after this—they went to sit at a crowded table that was calling for Dean to join them. Usually, everyone enjoys Cas’s company a lot more than his, but right now, they had Dean to play with, and he didn’t mind getting the attention of all the milf’s in school.

He sat down in the middle of the table with Jack on his lap so Dean can make sure his kid at least eats a bit of the muffin before running around with the rest of his friends. The whole mommy and me event just became a big chance for mommy’s to gossip, and he couldn’t help but wanna be a part of it.

They were all talking about a Mom who didn’t show up and instead sent the babysitter when Jack finally got inpatient and ran off to play with his friends. When Jack was out of earshot, all eyes fell on Dean when he stuffed almost half a muffin in his mouth. He looks at them with raised eyebrows, asking them a silent, “What?” as their smiles spelled trouble for Dean.

“We heard from the secretary that you and Castiel aren’t together...together.” Liz whispers the last word as she leaned closer to him.

“That’s not a secret.” Dean swallows the rest of the muffin and finishes off the apple juice. “Cas and me are friends.”

“Really?” Carmen sat back in her chair, looking as if the universe didn’t make sense anymore. All eyes fell on Liz again, as if she was chosen to be the ring leader to ask all these questions.

“But you guys talk about each other like—I was gonna say like I talk about my husband, but that’s not true. I complain more than anything, but you two are always--you’re like a team. Like an actual team! And the way--the way you look at each other!”

“Okay,” Dean clears his throat, feeling his face heat up. “I don’t know what you are getting at, but Cas and I are best friends. We’re just raising his kid together. My brother helps too. It’s not-It’s just not like that with us.”

“But, do you want it to be?” Carmen leans in again, and Dean looks around at the milf’s that thought Cas and him were a married couple. “Cause it kinda looks like you want it to be.”

Dean opened his mouth to answer defensively cause, of course, he didn’t. He was perfectly fine living his domestic life with Cas and Jack. Maybe they were not a traditional family, but there was no damn way they would ever be with ⅔ of the family being celestial beings. Still, going to bed alone was getting harder each night. The longing stares have become heavier, and all the missed opportunities were starting to weigh on him.

He wanted so much more, but how can he ask for that when this is already the happiest he has ever been and the happiest he has ever seen Cas. He can’t risk making it awkward by expressing his feelings that may not be reciprocated. That’s fucking embarrassing for one, but Dean also didn’t want to risk losing the closest thing he has ever gotten to having a family of his own.

“It’s not that simple.” Dean finally groaned as he ran his hand through his hair. “Things are complicated between us.”

“Well, uncomplicate them!” Liz hits his arm to grab Dean’s attention before he falls back into his head.

“Mommy! Come watch me on the swings!” One of the kids call for them, and all the rest of the kids came running over, Jack included. But by the look of Jack’s face, Dean can tell the superhearing was working perfectly fine.

“Come here, bud.” Dean opens his arms, and while the rest of the mothers got up to watch their kid play, Jack stayed curled up in Dean’s arms as they finish their muffins together.

“Momma?”

“Yeah, bud?”

“We’re a real family, right?”

Dean presses a kiss to Jack’s hair. “Course we are, Jack. Me and your Daddy love you.”

“And you love each other?” He looks up at Dean with those same piercing blue eyes and curious look that he found so fond in Cas.

“Always have.” Dean quickly answers as he squeezes his kid. “Now eat so we can take some pictures.”

Dean ends up taking Jack home, with the preschool arts and crafts presents in the passenger seat, because maybe Dean does have to get his head out of his ass. Cause Dean knows Cas loves him. Was it the same kind of love Dean felt? Who knows? But they are going to find out.

“We’re just gonna pick up Daddy and go out to get some real food in you. Got it, bud?” Dean looks over at the rearview mirror to see a thumbs up and an excited grin.

“Got it, Momma!”

When Dean parks the car outside, he told Jack to wait in the car—the kid can turn on the car and play with the radio with his mind, he’ll be fine— while he went inside to tell Cas to get ready.

“I’m home!” Dean called out as soon as he was in the house and then hears an “In here!” coming from the bathroom. He walks in to see Cas was under the bathroom sink, all the cleaning products spread around him, probably fixing that leak that was bothering him so much.

“Hey,” Dean kicks him gently to get his attention before crouching beside him. “Go get ready. I have Jack in the car; let’s go have some lunch.”

Cas scooted out from under the sink, and when he sat up, his face was only inches away from Dean’s own. He looked utterly unphased from being so close while Dean’s breath hitched at feeling Cas’s sigh touch his lips.

“I don’t even eat, Dean.” Cas wipes his hands on a towel before pushing himself up to stand. Dean took a shaky breath before he stands up too. “And why did you take Jack from school so early?”

Dean follows Cas out of the bathroom and into Cas’s bedroom, “You eat sometimes and cause I wanted to have some family time.” Dean sits at Cas’s bed as he watches the angel change into a clean shirt, his back muscles as beautiful as usual. “And I just, I think we should talk.”

Cas turns around to look at Dean with a curious head tilt. “About?”

Dean stood up to slowly walk over to Cas, not meeting his eyes, as he whispers, “Us.” Dean can see Cas start to look panic at the word, and before Cas could say anything, Dean leans forward to press his lips at the corner of Cas’s mouth. “I wanna know how you feel about us.”

Cas stood wide-eyed as Dean pulls away. He waits for an answer, but the angel was just staring at him with fingers twitching to reach and hold something. Dean took Cas’s hand and twined their fingers together; hopefully, that is what Cas wanted.

“I know we’re just playing pretend here,” Dean continues as he looks down at their hands. “But I’m tired of playing, Cas. I want, fuck okay, shit, I just-- I want to-I want,”

“Yes?” Cas leans in closer, urging Dean to continue, but Dean wasn’t sure he could, so he looks up to see Cas lick those soft lips.

He knows he wasn’t good at using his words, but he has always been good at showing, doing, so he lets out a quiet, “Fuck it.” Before letting actions speak.

His free hand went to the back of Cas’s neck to hold him as their lips crashed together. Dean knew Cas could pull away whenever he wanted with his angel strength, but he also knew Cas was letting Dean take the lead in this. Letting Dean push him up against the dresser and kiss him with panic but also so much love. Cause he loves him. He loves Cas. He was so fucking in love with him that it drove him crazy at times, but he couldn’t imagine doing this domestic life with anybody else.

“I love you.” Dean finally breaths against Cas’s lips. It overwhelmed him to finally have those words said aloud while Cas’s hands were burning his skin from under his shirt, but it also made him feel lighter. To say the words he wanted to scream. “I love you so much, Cas.”

Cas’s grip loosened for a second before it tightened, and Dean took that opportunity to open his eyes to look at him. To read the unreadable.

He leans back to see Cas’s baby blue’s water.

“Cas?”

Cas responds with a few blinks, tears falling freely now, as his expression softens at his name. “Yes?” One of Cas’s hands reached to slowly caress Dean’s face as if trying to see if this was real. If Dean was real.

“Kinda pouring my heart out here, buddy, maybe wanna respond?” Dean turns his head just enough to press a kiss to Cas’s palm, hearing Cas let out a small gasp.

“I’m confused. This morning you left telling me you were gonna kick my ass for sending you to the preschool, and now,” Cas leans forward, slowly and hesitantly, but Dean didn’t move. He closes his eyes and waits until their lips met again. Feeling his heart pound and breath catch as the kiss was softer this time. His head flooded with so much want, but Cas quickly pulls away as he continued, “And now I can do that.”

“Yeah,” Dean’s eyes flutter open as he clears his throat. “Yeah, Momma had a little push from the milf’s this morning, and I just realized that I want— I want you. I want us to be together like a real family. Cause I love you and-and, it would be nice if you fucking said it back sometime soon.”

Cas laughs a low chuckle that made Dean’s toes curl as he leans forward again to press their noses together. “I love you too, Dean.”

“Took you long enough.” Dean was going in for another kiss, but the car horn made them both jump. “Shit, our kid still in the car.”

Dean leaves a kiss on Cas’s cheek, feeling more intimate than the last few kisses. “Get ready. I’ll wait for you in the car.” Dean didn’t meet Cas’s eyes as his blush rose to his cheeks.

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#i see this as a baby jack truthing and this is set in s13 lol idk why #cas lives and dean lives and they are just in hiding living domestic lives in the lakehouse #also dean is momma cause frog #hope you like it bec!#destiel #dadstiel #dad!dean #kid!jack #fic #destiel fic #first kiss #wormstachewrites #my writing #deancas fic #spn #supernatural

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the-daily-multi-fandom-post · 4 years

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Can I get Sam and Dean and Castiel x Reader. Sam and Dean ignore n neglect the reader. Reader then takes it upon themselves to make their presence known. They clean, cook, and train twice as hard as they have been before. Reader is so focused on proving themself to Dean and Sam that they forget that they need sleep. One day, Castiel sees the Reader guzzling an energy drink. Reader has a fever but doesn't let that stop her. Castiel gently knocks her out and tells Dean n Sam to stop ignoring her?

Thanks for requesting! Here it is, I hope you like it! 🖤🖤

**Just finished editing it. Noticed a few mistakes. If there are any I over looked. Please, kindly let me know. Thank you! ❤️**

It all started after they found out they had a half sister. At first they were skeptical, so skeptical they did a DNA test. When they seen that she was their sister they tried their best to make her feel like she was a part of their family. At first it was nice for a while. They made her feel like she had a family. Like she had a family that cared and love her. But that was over a year or so later.

“Hey, dean.” Y/n called as she walked into the map room. She had found a case and had enough evidence to show her two half brothers it was a case.

“What?!” He spat looking at his half sister with an annoyed look.

“I just wanted to show you a case I found.” She mumbled looking at her half brother and then to the tablet in her hand.

“It’s probably not even a case! You are so stupid, you wouldn’t even know how to kill a vampire.” He spat angrily at her.

“Cut the head off or dead mans blood.” She mumbled quietly, to her half brother.

“Just go on somewhere. You’re just in the way!” He got up from his chair and left the room. Slamming the front door of the bunker as he left making Y/n jump.

Y/n could feel the anxiety building up inside her. All she wanted to do was prove to her balf brothers that she was able to help. That she wasn’t dead weight to them.

Y/n sent the link of the news paper to Sam and explained the case to him, but he too came off short. Telling her she wasn’t a hunter and she would never be one. Telling her she wasn’t ever going to be a good enough hunter. That she would only get herself and other people killed.

Days went by and Y/n used those days to prove to the Winchester brothers that she was good enough to be a hunter, to prove to them she could be a sister, not just some piece to be over looked.

She began to sleep less and to train more. She was dropping weight even though she was (your size). Which isn’t a bad size. She was beautiful and she just wanted the two, to know she was good enough to be called a Winchester too.

The dark circles under her eyes got more prominented. She felt like she needed to sleep, but would turn to energy drinks and coffee instead of her bed. She didn’t think she would need any sleep. Because if she did sleep and her half brothers caught her she felt like they would call her lazy.

Y/n baked an apple pie for dean and a healthy lunch for Sam. Hoping that would make them notice her, but when they noticed the food she had made they scoffed claiming she might be trying to poison them or trying to hurt them so she could give them to Crowley or some demons.

Their words hurt Y/n so much. She would try her best not to be hurt by their words, but every single hurtful comment they made felt like a hot knife being stabbed into her stomach each and every time.

One morning, Y/n hadn’t slept the whole night. She had been in the gym training. She felt sick but she don’t let that stop her. Before she was getting back to the punching bag she opened a can of monster energy drink. She didn’t really like the taste of it, but it gave her enough energy to carry on without a wink of sleep.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Castile asked as he walked into the gym. He hadn’t seen her for a couple days due to “angel duty in heaven.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She answered numbly. She started walking over to the red and black punch bag when she tripped over her gym bag. Almost falling to the floor when cas caught her.

“Stop! I’m fine!” She exclaimed pushing herself out of his grip.

“No your not! Your burning up! When’s the last time you had proper sleep?” Castile asked the y/e/c eyed girl.

“Who cares, I’m too busy training. Sleep can wait a while.” She excused as she tried to continue walking, but Castile stopped her. Grabbing her wrist be pulled bar back towards him.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” He pressed to fingers to her forehead making her fall asleep. He picked her up and carried her bridal style to her room.

Dean and Sam looked at cass confused when they seen him stumping down the hall to the map room where they were sitting in.

“You two are a bunch of Ass butts!” He couldn’t hold it in. He had an outburst of all the emotions he was trying to hold it in.

“What are you talking about?” Sam asked looking at Castiel confused.

“I’m talking about your half sister that you both seem to have forgotten. I mean come on she isn’t your maid! She isn’t just a stranger living in your house! She’s your half sister and you both walk over her like she’s trash on the ground!” His outburst shocked both brothers.

“Do you even know how much sleep she has gotten in the past few days I was gone? None! She has gotten none! You two over look her! You act like she is here to treat your needs! To be your maid and your servant. To do what you tell her to do and not to talk back. As if she was just some little girl not knowing the difference between right and wrong. But you two wouldn’t know that! You probably don’t even know what room she sleeps in or what color her eyes are!” Castile kept rambling he didn’t even see the hurt in the two brothers eyes.

“You messed up! The both of you! I’m not even sure either one of you can fix it!”

Sam shook his head as he ran a hand through his brown hair.

“Where is she?” Dean asked looking at the angel. His forest green eyes full of sorrow and hurt.

“Asleep, I had to knock her out so she could sleep. She was sick too, but you two would not have known since you both have your head so far up your ass!”

Sam and Dean both knew they messed up. They knew they hurt Y/n and what made it even worse was Y/n was their sister, their own blood and they over looked her. They had the same dad, but not the same mom. They thought maybe that was the reason they over looked her. But it didn’t justify what they did. They hurt their own sister. The only sister they have. They both knew they needed to fix it, but they didn’t know how.

“I suggest you make up with her. When she wakes up tell her your sorry and be sincere about it. It wouldn’t surprise me if you guys woke up one day and she wasn’t here. She could be gone and the sad thing is you both wouldn’t have noticed.”

Castile then disappeared, leaving the two by themselves. They heard a thump in one of the rooms and rushed through the hall to the room.

They both had their guns pulled out and opened the door. Looking in the room with their guns at ready they seen Y/n had rolled out of bed. She was sat up leaning against the bed silently crying. Her hands against her head as if she was holding it to ease a headache.

Their hearts broke at the scene. Their hearts broke more knowing they cause this.

Y/n looked up at the two brother and sat up straight. Wiping the tears from her y/e/c eyes she stood up.

“What are y’all doing in here?” The brothers saw the dark circles under her y/e/c eyes. It looked as if she had bruises under her eyes. But it was just dark circles from the lack of sleep. They noticed she look a little sick still. They looked around the room and seen stick notes to leads on cases from all over the country. Cases from werewolves, vampires, demons, to even wedigos.

“We’re so sorry, y/n.” Dean broke down as tears started to feel his forest green eyes. “We were so mean and neglectful to you. You don’t deserve that.” Sam continued for Dean.

“It’s okay, I deserved it. I showed up all of a sudden saying I was your half sister. I know it was hard for y’all. That’s why I didn’t scream back when you guys made me feel weak. When you guys made me wish I never was apart of this family.”

Dean shook his head as he walked over to her. Pulling her into a hug for the first time ever.

“Y/n, you are a Winchester. Whether you like it or not. You are our sister. Whether you have the same mom as us or not! We are the ones that screwed up. Not you!” Y/n tensed Up, not use to someone hugging her. Let alone two people hugging her.

“I’m so sorry, sis.” Sam said as he joined in on the hug.

“From now on we’re going to treat you the way you should be treated. We’re going to be the family we should’ve been when you first came here.”

“We’re family, forever.” Dean said looking at her with a smile. Wiping the fallen tears from her Y/s/t face.

“Forever.” Y/n nodded hugging them both back.

#supernatural #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #castiel x reader #john winchester x reader #spn #spn imagine #reader insert #request asked and answered

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missnxthingg · 4 years

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𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕨𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 • 𝕥𝕖𝕟

SUMMARY: Tom’s still debating rather he tells (Y/N) that night they got drunk at the club, and she has a very successful dinner with Harvard’s important people.

Based on my one-shot, Flawless.

PAIRING: Rich!Tom Holland x Rich!Reader (Best Friends to Lovers AU)

WORDS: 8.6K

WARNINGS: TW ABUSE AND USE OF SUBSTANCES. Swearing, alcohol, mentions of sex.

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"Thank you for the dinner, Josephine and Vincent.” One of Harvard’s directors said. He was friends with (Y/N)’s dad and was very close to him. “I’ll love to see you at our University next semester, (Y/N).”

“Thank you so much, sir.” (Y/N) shook his hand with a big smile on her face. “I will love to be there.”

Everyone said their goodbyes, and when the elevator finally closed and went down with their guests, (Y/N) started to jump excitedly to celebrate the huge success that dinner was. Everyone was polite - including Josephine and Vincent who didn’t have a single fight all night - and had a good time together over nice food. (Y/N) caused a good impression and they sure loved her, so everything was fantastic.

“Congratulations, sweetie.” Vincent hugged her daughter and kissed her forehead. “Harvard can’t wait for you. I’m so proud!”

“I’m proud too!” Josephine said with a big smile on her face as she lit up her first cigarette of the night. She didn’t want to cause a bad impression with their guests. “But there’s still time to go to Paris and major in fashion…”

“No, she’s gonna be an awesome lawyer.” Vincent nudged her, who giggled.

“Oh my God, stop fighting over my life.” She said mid-laugh. “I’ll become a lawyer for the fashion world.”

“My girl.” Josie winked as she kissed her cheek. “I think it’s time to go to bed, right?”

“Right. Thank you for hosting everything in here.” Vincent thanked his ex-wife with a small smile.

Even after all this time, all the fights and after both being in stable relationships, Josephine and Vincent still liked each other very much. Both cared a lot about what they had and what they constructed together, but it didn’t work out in the end. After a while, they found someone they loved, but that doesn’t mean they still don’t love each other.

“Good night to you both.” (Y/N) gave them a tight hug before running to her bedroom.

She removed everything, from clothes to makeup, before lying back in bed, listening to the soft sound coming from the TV while she texted Tom. He was probably still out partying with Harrison, so calling him was not an option; even though she was dying to do so.

“Brunch tomorrow? Same place, same hour. I have some good news! XO” She typed on her phone, and it was read immediately. Soon he was replying.

Tom: “Of course. You better tell me everything tomorrow. Have a good night, I love you.”

“I love you too. See ya’ tomorrow, good night lovey.”

(Y/N) went to sleep with a big smile on her face and woke up renewed, a little earlier than usual. The sun was shining a little brighter outside, making the usual grey New York sky look a little prettier and cheerful. Her good mood made her jump out of bed and rush to start her day.

Her life was a bit dreamy at the moment. She had a good relationship with her mother, she made up with her long-term best friend, and her dream college wanted her. It was everything she wanted for her whole life, and she wanted that to last for a very long time. It was good not to cry for bad things, and now she could finally breathe.

Taking care of yourself is good, and (Y/N) loved when she woke up in a good mood and started her beauty routine carefully. Taking a good hot bubble bath with a cup of coffee, watching the New York City skyline as the sun rose, and listening to some of her favourite fashion podcasts were some of the highest points of her day. Her skin looked flawless after her morning skincare routine, and she looked alright after not having plenty of nights of sleep.

But when she was done with everything, it was still early. Even if she wanted to meet with Tom and ramble on about everything that happened last night, he would kill her if she woke him up this early. But little did she know that while she had her best night of sleep, Tom spent the whole time awake, talking to Harry and Sam about his feelings.

He rarely talked about it, especially with his brothers. Normally, he would talk to Harrison about it. But right now, his best friend is unavailable and he needed to vent. The moment he entered the apartment in tears again, Harry - who had just gotten home from a date - knew his brother wasn’t alright. Two nights in a row coming home crying wasn’t a good sign. Sam did not know why his big brother was crying, but Tom rarely cried. He only cries for one reason, and she wore Prada shoes as if they were flip floss.

“What happened?” Harry asked and Tom shrugged.

“I just realized I can’t keep on with the meaningless hookups when I know the perfect girl is right next to me.” Tom wiped some tears before sitting down. “Fuck, I love her.”

“Yeah, you do mate.” Sam tapped his brother's knees with a chuckle.

“How do you cope with being in love?” Tom asked his brother and he shrugged.

“I guess when you meet the right girl, everything is just easy.” Sam shrugged.

“So I haven’t met the right girl yet.”

“No, there’s only one thing missing.” Tom frowned at Sam’s words. “Right timing.”

“And you should stop messing around with Harrison.” Harry commented. “There’s no way she’ll want you if you keep hooking up with everything that moves.”

“I guess you’re both right. I’m gonna become the person she’ll want in her life.” Tom nodded with a smile.

And he spent the whole night awake thinking about her. How he was supposed to make her fall in love with him? Should he tell her about the kiss and the confession? Maybe she knows it already. Every single thing running through his mind kept him awake all night, and he only got a little sleep when he saw the sun rising in the horizon. Still, it wasn’t enough for him to rest and he knew it the moment he opened his eyes with the sound of a text coming into his phone.

(Y/N): “Already out, and doing some shopping. Text me when you leave home.”

Yeah, maybe seeing her today would make him feel a bit better. Even though she was the reason he was awake the whole night, she knew how to make him be okay just by being there and she didn’t even have to try it. But getting out of bed was hard. Taking a shower and getting dressed was even harder, but Tom still managed to do it. Soon he was walking out of his car to find (Y/N) waiting for him on the sidewalk full of shopping bags.

“Wow, you bought the whole story.”

“It’s just a couple of things I thought were pretty. And look, I got you something!” She searched for a bag between many of them. Tom opened it to find the prettiest leather jacket, one that would fit him perfectly.

“It’s perfect! Thank you so much.” He pulled her into a hug, which made her smile a little.

“Put it on so we can match.” She showed her own leather jacket and made him chuckle before putting it on.

“This is ridiculous.” He laughed harder and she tagged along.

“Come on, we look cute. Let’s take a picture of our matching outfits!”

After many pictures on the sidewalk, with lots of kisses in the face and smiles, they decided they were very hungry and food couldn’t wait for their photoshoot to be over. (Y/N) talked about her dinner night as she shared some food with Tom, not excluding any tiny detail from her words. She was so excited about it that brought the purest joy to Tom’s heart. His girl was happy and that’s all that matters. While she talked, he held her hand over the table and rubbed circles on the back. And as he paid attention to every single word she was saying, he couldn’t contain his big smile when he saw how big hers was.

“And one of the deans said he would be happy to have me there next semester.” She finished with the biggest smile on her face. “I’m just… over the moon right now.”

“I’m happy for you. I truly am.” He smiled wider and she switched sides of the table to sit next to him and hug her best friend. His arms were always the best place to be. “You’re gonna be amazing!”

“You too.” She nudged his nose. “Thank you for supporting me.”

“I’ll always support you.” He entwined their fingers and kissed the back of her hand.

“Now, tell me about your night. How was the party?”

“I got very drunk and it was fun at first, but I left early.”

“Why? Did you have some girl with you?” She teased him, making him chuckle a little.

“I did, but I wasn’t in the mood.” He shrugged. “Actually, I’ve been thinking a lot about those meaningless hookups. I don’t want them anymore, I wanna settle down.”

“You? Settle down?” She laughed hard and her belly almost hurt.

“Why are you laughing?” Tom asked, a little offended.

“Because you said so yourself that you’ve never liked a girl before. And now you’re talking about settling down? Did someone change your mind?”

“Maybe.” He fought the urge to smile again. “I feel like I’m getting old and even though I’m having fun, I’m wasting my time here. So I want to find someone to share my life with.”

(Y/N) wanted more than anything to ask if she could be that person. She loved him with all of her heart and the thought of him being with someone else might kill her. She wanted to be the one he always goes to; the one who’s there for him, through thick and thin; the one he loves. But isn’t she already?

She wanted all of those things, but she couldn’t get herself to say it. Instead the words that came out of her mouth were:

“If that’s what you want, I’ll always support you too. That’s what best friends are for.”

Best friends. Tom was sick of calling them best friends. After the kiss they had on Christmas, and then the other one they shared that week, he just couldn’t stand that title anymore. Of course, being her best friend wasn’t a problem, but he wanted to be more than that. Tom wanted to be her best friend and the love of her life, just like she is to him.

She was tired too. Tired of feeling like she was wasting her time here, loving someone who doesn’t love her the same way; one that she’s leaving soon to pursue her lifelong dream of being a lawyer graduated by Harvard. But neither of them did anything to change that at all. It was best to have each other as best friends rather than not having each other at all.

The week that followed that afternoon was weird. Tom and (Y/N) were avoiding each other because of what he said that morning. It wasn’t like they weren’t talking, but they were avoiding spending all of their time talking because they just couldn’t take not being together anymore. Until they met on Friday after school since he was taking her home.

“I’m so sorry, I forgot about our sleepover.”

Liar. They’ve been talking about that sleepover since the last one a month ago. Until a week before that, they were very excited about that sleepover and were already planning on what to do that time. They wanted to have fun with all of the Hollands, and some fun alone too. So it was very weird when (Y/N) forgot it.

“What? Come on, (Y/N)!” Tom whined. “We’ve been talking about this for weeks now. I thought you were looking forward to it.”

“I was, I really was. But Courtney suggested going clubbing to celebrate my successful dinner.”

That wasn’t a lie at all. Ever since (Y/N) started being friends with Courtney again, they’ve been talking about hanging out a lot more. When Court heard the good news, she just planned the whole thing herself. On Friday, they would go out clubbing and have a good time. (Y/N) thought she actually needed some distraction. If Tom could go out and hook up with many girls, so could she, even if she was in love. She used to not care about hooking up with a lot of guys, but ever since she realised her feelings for Tom were stronger than she thought, she stopped. Maybe now it was time to go back to being herself.

“I thought you wanted to hang out with me.”

“I do, Tommy. I really do! But I haven’t hung out with her since forever and I miss her.” She whined. “Can’t we have our sleepover tomorrow?”

“Yeah, whatever.” Tom shrugged, a little pissed. It wasn’t a bad thing that she was hanging with Courtney, he was just upset she forgot about their plans. But she made everything better with the comfiest hug of all time.

“Don’t be mad, please.” She pouted.

“I could never be mad at you, sunny.” He wrapped his arms around her and relaxed.

“Thank you.” She sprinkled kisses all over his face and made him smile. It’s been a week since they started avoiding each other, and they missed all that intimate contact. It was crazy how much they missed the other, and it was stupid to avoid their feelings. Eventually, they are going to pop up.

But not tonight. (Y/N) looked stunning in the mini dress she chose for the night. She wanted to impress and she wanted to feel gorgeous. No one’s opinion would matter if she was happy and she was ready to have fun with the girls, being young and stupid. That’s why when the time to meet the girls at the club went, she was very excited.

“Mom, I’m going out.” (Y/N) finished some touches on the living room mirror.

“Going out with that idiot again?” Josie rolled her eyes and (Y/N) took a deep breath to not snap at her and ruin her night.

“No, I’m going out with Courtney and the girls. We’re going to a club and I’ll probably sleep at Court’s.”

“Oh, thank God you’re talking to Courtney again. She’s much better than Tom.”

“Mom, stop it! Let’s not make it about Tom, please.”

“Alright. I’m going out with Gary, so I’ll not be back until tomorrow. But call me when you get to Courtney’s.”

“Will do. Bye, mom!”

The club was full that night. Courtney gathered some of her cheerleader girl friends, even if they were always kissing (Y/N)’s ass. At least they tried to be nice to her, and after a couple of drinks, they will all start to look decent. And (Y/N) took her old self out of the closet to party that night.

She kissed many guys - and two girls at some point -, danced to every song that night and got drunk by drinking everything she could that night. Courtney suggested doing some shots to start the party, and that was the first of many. (Y/N) didn’t think about Tom for a second while she was in the club.

“Oh my God, thank you so much for bringing me out tonight.” (Y/N) shouted through the loud song so Courtney could hear it.

“It’s nothing, babes. Are you having a good time?” Court asked as she danced to the pop music playing in the background.

“The best!” (Y/N)’s smile was big and she was loose because of the many drinks she had that night.

“Cheers for Harvard’s new lawyer!” Courtney shouted a little louder and they celebrated it with a tequila shot.

(Y/N) danced some more and had a good time with the girls, until her eyes lied on a beautiful boy by the bar. He was very tall with long ginger hair and had a playful smile on his face. He was alone sipping on a drink, and making eye contact with (Y/N). If she was looking for someone to go home with, that was him, she just knew that.

He called her with a sign in his hand and she pointed to her own chest, giving into his play. He nodded with a small smirk and she approached him quickly, already playing with her flirting cards as she walked swaying her hips side to side, a move she knew anyone would go insane.

“Hello, gorgeous.” The guy said as he stood a hand in the air. “I’m Cameron.”

“I’m (Y/N).”

“Oh, I know.” He chuckled. “I worked with your mother a long time ago. You were just a little kid, I was a bit older though.”

“So you were a model?” He nodded and she nodded back. “Cool. Sorry to not recognize you.”

“It’s okay. It’s not like I’m famous or something.” He shrugged. “I’ve always thought you were beautiful, but I only knew you from afar and from your pictures. But now that I’m seeing you with my own eyes, I just… fuck.”

“Thank you so much. You’re pretty too.” She winked and quickly, he rested a hand on her hips, rubbing circles with his thumb right there.

“Can I get you anything to drink?”

“A gin tonic please.” He nodded and turned to the bartender, who went to get the drinks with a wink.

Cameron seemed nice and he was very handsome. He started the conversation easily and they downed a few drinks as they talked. The party was still going on in the background, and they didn’t care about it. (Y/N) was tired of dancing and Cameron seemed like a good distraction; maybe he was everything she needed tonight. Soon Courtney approached saying she was too tired to stay any longer.

“You can go home, babes. I have somewhere to stay tonight.” (Y/N) winked and Courtney frowned, pulling her to the side.

“What about Tom?”

“What about him?” (Y/N) sipped her drink and Court frowned even more.

“I thought you were a thing.”

“You thought wrong. And don’t worry, Cameron is a good guy.” (Y/N) glanced back to him, who was too distracted by ordering them new drinks.

“Are you sure about going home with him?”

“I am. He’s cute and he’s very polite. I think that’s exactly what I need tonight. Plus, I think we’re gonna get one more drink and bail.”

“Okay. Call me if you change your mind.”

“Thank you, Court. I loved hanging out with you tonight.” (Y/N) wrapped her arms around her friend and they shared a long hug.

“Me too.” Courtney finished the hug with a playful smack on her friend's ass and a wink. “Go get ‘em, tiger!”

When (Y/N) went back to Cameron, he already had two cups waiting over the counter, but she was too drunk to even think twice before taking her last drink. He was now strangely quiet, and to be honest, she was having a hard time to listen to what anyone was saying. She was completely fine two minutes ago, but now she feels like she lost control of her own body.

“Do you wanna go back to mine, babe?” Cameron asked in her ear and she had almost no control over her actions anymore. But Cameron took the slow blink as a yes, and helped her get on her feet.

“I-I… I just have to use the restroom, real quick.”

She stood one finger in the air and tried to steady her feet on the floor to start walking. Her vision was starting to get blurry and the world around her seemed to be going in slow motion. She knew something was off, and thank God she got to arrive in the restroom. Even though it was all a mess, she managed to get into a cabin and find her phone inside her purse. She just knew who she needed to call.

(...)

Meanwhile, Tom was having an awful night with Harrison and the twins. They were home, playing board games and talking about random stuff all night. He wanted to go out with Haz and get wasted again, because he knew that was what (Y/N) was doing. But he promised himself that he wouldn’t do that anymore, so he prefered to stay home.

But the thought that she was out there with someone else was killing him. He wasn’t the jealous type at all, and he hoped she wasn’t either, because both of them were players and could make the other jealous easily. But tonight, he felt something was off. He wouldn’t ease for even a second, even declined a beer Harrison offered on buying.

“You’re acting weird tonight.” Harrison said when the twins left to get their pizza downstairs. “Is everything okay?”

“I don’t know. I feel like something is wrong with (Y/N) and I’m not feeling okay.”

“Don’t worry, mate. She’s completely fine. You’re just feeling like this because she’s out there with other guys.”

“Wow, you helped me a lot.” Harrison laughed and shook his head.

“You should tell her about the kiss.” He suggested, taking another gulp of his soda. Tom chuckled and shook his head.

“She’s going to murder me if she finds out I’ve kept it from her.”

“But this might actually be the way you get together.” Harrison said. Tom shrugged and went to find his phone, which was now ringing somewhere. He frowned when he saw the name on the screen.

“(Y/N), is everything okay?” He asked when he picked up the phone.

“Tom, something’s wrong with me. I’m in the club close to your apartment, you know which one. I think someone drugged me.” Her voice was weak and slow, almost like she was thinking too hard to put those words out. “In the girls’ restroom. P-please…” Her voice faded and Tom’s eyes went wide.

“(Y/N)? Please sunny, say something.” Tom pleaded, already getting his jacket and his car keys. “(Y/N), please!”

“What’s wrong, Tom?” Harrison asked, now aware that something was very wrong.

“Someone drugged her. She needs my help.”

“Come on, I’ll drive.”

Harrison never drove so fast in his life, which was a very difficult task to do in New York City with all of those cars. Tom instructed where to take them, while still in line with her, who was not responding to anything. Only the noises of a full girl’s restroom could be heard. At least no one found her yet, no one evil.

He was wearing sweatpants and an old denim jacket, but he got inside quickly and rushed to the said restroom. He heard some complaints from girls, but it was actually easy to find where (Y/N) was hidden. She wasn’t replying to him anymore, but she still had some flashes of sanity, although she had no control of her body anymore. Tom didn’t know how he managed to get inside that cabin, but he soon wrapped his arms around (Y/N). She only had the strength to use her fingers to press his body under her touch. She moaned in pain and groaned in annoyance.

“It’s okay. I’m here and I’m going to take care of you.” Tom kissed the top of her head and pulled her closer. “I’m gonna get you out of here, okay?”

She only nodded and felt her best friend picking her up to carry her through the club. Tom didn’t care if he was not dressed properly or if everyone’s eyes were on him carrying the girl, he only cared about (Y/N). She had a few flashes of sobriety and at some point, she pointed to a ginger guy by the bar, texting on his phone.

“He did this to me.” She whispered in Tom’s ear, and he just knew what to do. Harrison was confused and looking for any sight of his best friends, but he relaxed a little when he saw Tom carrying (Y/N) in his arms. She was half passed out when Tom carefully placed her in Harrison’s arms.

“Take her to the car, I have to take care of some things.” Tom said, his jaw clenched in anger. Harrison only nodded and did as his friend told so.

Tom was pissed and angry. He probably could kill this guy in a second for what he did to her girl. That’s why he didn’t think twice before hitting several punches in his face. If Cameron was a model, he wouldn’t be anymore after all of this. Tom only stopped when security separated them once the guy was on the ground, blood spilling from his nose.

“You don’t need to drag me. I’m not staying here any longer. But he drugged my friend! And he probably already has drugged other girls.” Tom said to the security, who nodded and signed someone else to carry the other guy out.

Tom found Harrison with (Y/N) in the car, close to a pool of vomit on the sidewalk. She looked better, but now she was crying while holding onto Harrison with all of her strength. Tom’s heart crushed when he saw her like that, so he quickly rushed to her, who let go of Harrison and wrapped her arms around Tom.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered in his ears. He shook his head and held her tighter.

“It’s not your fault.” Tom looked at Harrison to ask how she got better by using only his eyes.

“I helped her throw up.” Tom nodded and fully focused on the girl now.

“I’m scared, Tommy.”

“As long as I’m here, no one can hurt you.” He whispered in her ear. “I’m gonna take you back to my place.”

Tom sat in the backseat and placed her over his lap. He held onto her as if when he did let her go, she would disappear. He couldn’t help but let some tears fall on their way home when Harrison was driving to get there as fast as he could, but slow enough to not make her sick. It all came down to him and crushed his heart into smithereens. The avoiding, the unspoken truth… Tom couldn’t help but think this was all his fault. Nothing would've happened if he just went with her to that club and took care of her all night.

When he arrived, the twins were confused but understood when they saw (Y/N) in Tom’s arms. The older brother didn’t even talk to anyone else, going straight up to his bedroom with her place on his arms to take care of her. Harrison stood behind to fill the twins with everything that happened. Tom decided that she needed a shower and she needed to sober up.

“Love, can I give you a shower? I promise I won’t be too invasive.” He asked and she groaned.

“I think I can take a shower alone.” She said. “But stay close so I can call you if I don’t feel so good.”

“Okay.” He helped her get everything to shower, such as towels, her so loved products and anything else she asked, like a toothbrush.

He closed the door but still left it a little opened, in case she called him. Meanwhile he made his bed so they could lie down and sleep after such a stressful night. Tom was now feeling everything ten times worse at the silence of his bedroom and couldn’t help but let the tears fall from his eyes. It was all too much for him. Just the thought of having something happening to the girl he loves makes him feel weak and small.

He got one of his sweatpants, a t-shirt, clean boxers and socks, thinking that she would be comfortable in those. (Y/N) would hate him forever to make her wear those, but he didn’t have anything else to offer her. She didn’t take long in there, coming out wrapped around a towel and her eyes red from crying. Tom looked the same, but he tried to hide it, not successfully.

“I got you some clothes so you can sleep in.”

“Tommy, you know I don’t wear sweats.” She whined and he chuckled low.

“Come on, sunny. Just today.”

“Okay.” She was almost sleepwalking, but she noticed the drying tears falling from his face. “Why were you crying?”

“It’s just too much for me, baby. I think I need some sleep.” She nodded and gathered the clothes to put it on.

Tom turned around to give her some privacy while changing, but she soon was fully dressed and lying on his bed. His heart was completely broken to see her so weak and vulnerable. Usually (Y/N) was so full of life and always taking control of her decisions. But right now, she wasn’t herself and he felt lost whenever she was too. All he could do is hold her and pray that everything would be alright.

And Tom prayed. He stood awake all night holding her tightly and praying to anyone who could help him that she would be alright, and trying to give his heart some comfort. (Y/N) didn’t even say good night, or said anything at all. She just fell asleep holding onto the fabric of his pajama and soon was snoring on his chest. Praying was helping, but knowing she was safe and the soft sound of her snoring lulled him to sleep.

(Y/N) woke up the next morning with the worst headache in her life. At first, she was a little confused and it took a while to recognize where she was. But she relaxed when she turned around and found Tom deep in his sleep, with his arm thrown over her body and keeping her close. She couldn’t help but think that was the prettiest she’d ever seen him and it made her smile. His curls messily fell on the pillow and his expression was so serene. She would love to wake up to that everyday. But as much as she was enjoying the view, she really needed to use the bathroom.

She easily got out of his grip and ran to the bathroom to do her necessities. After she was done, she took the time to wash her teeth, clean her face and take a good look in the mirror. Her face was horrible, like she hadn’t slept in years. And she groaned a little when she saw what she was wearing, but it kind of smelled like Tom and she felt really comfortable in those. Maybe wearing sweats wasn’t so bad.

But what she needed the most was something to eat and painkillers to relieve the pain from her head. So she slowly and quietly made her way to the kitchen, thinking that everyone was still asleep, but she was terribly mistaken. Harrison was stirring a cup of tea when she arrived rubbing her eyes.

“Morning, Haz.”

“Morning, (Y/N). You feeling better?” He frowned and she shrugged.

“I don’t even know how to answer this question.” She groaned. “I want to pretend last night never happened because my head’s spinning and aching.”

“Here, take this.” He passed her the cup of tea, which she gladly accepted.

“Thank you.” She took a great gulp of the tea and it helped almost instantly.

“You know… If you wanna talk about what’s on your mind, I’m here to listen.”

“It’s just… last week I avoided Tom because I realised that I liked him a little more than I thought I did and I’m scared of how much I might love him.”

“Wow.” Harrison was speechless. She literally just confessed her feelings towards his best friend.

“But you know, it was killing me. And last night I was so stupid because I just wanted to forget everything that actually led me to the worst situation possible just because I’m scared of a feeling.” She tried to keep the tears from falling and it worked.

“(Y/N), I’m gonna tell you something that Tom will kill me for doing that.” They both chuckled, but (Y/N) nodded for him to continue. “I don’t know why you are afraid of your own feelings, but I think you shouldn’t be. People might think you’re just a spoiled rich girl, that has life figured out and everyone on their feet. But you’re so much more than that; you’re kind and such a good person. Tom saw that on you and he fell for it. He’s so in love with you it’s pitiful.”

“He really is?” Her eyes were shining, wishing every single word he was saying was true.

“Of course he is. You seriously never noticed that? Tom’s been in love with you since the first time he laid his eyes on you in the middle of the street.” He chuckled. “But he never will admit this to anyone, not even to me, or to himself. So I guess that’s the reason he never told you. He’s also afraid of his feelings.” He sat next to her before continuing. “And I know for a fact that you’re in love with him too, even though you’re confused. So please just talk about it and be together! Because I’m tired of seeing you two not together.”

“Yeah, maybe it’s time for us to have a talk.” She nodded. “I don’t know if I’m ready though.”

“You’ll never be ready if you keep postponing it.”

And Harrison left the room with that thought. He was right, at least that was what (Y/N) thought. She’s been postponing these feelings ever since Christmas, and time was passing by and she was wasting time without speaking up about those feelings. Everything was making her head hurt even more and she needed some time to vent and think about what to say.

But Tom was faster. He woke up when he didn’t feel her next to him anymore, but her clothes were still lying over the chair, so she didn’t leave yet. He took his time to do his morning routine and rushed downstairs to find her sitting on the couch all alone with a cup of tea on her hands and some tears streaming down her face. He silently sat next to her and almost instantly, she rested her head over his shoulder.

“What’s wrong, sunny?” Tom asked as he started to caress her hair and she sobbed on his shoulder.

“I can’t believe what happened last night.” She admitted. “If it weren’t for you, I might’ve been killed.”

“Shhh, it’s okay. You’re okay now.” He pulled her into a bone crushing hug that immediately made her feel better.

“I feel stupid.”

“You’re not stupid, (Y/N). That guy was horrible and he was going to hurt you. But you have nothing to do with that, it’s not your fault.” He kissed the top of her head. “You’re here now. You’re safe and I’ll keep it that way until my last breath.”

(Y/N) looked up and noticed some tears pooling in his eyes, which made her crumble completely. He was just as messed up as she was. So she wiped them away and rubbed his cheek in order to give him and herself some comfort. She might be feeling horrible, but she was the reason he was crying.

“Don’t cry because of me.”

“I can’t help but think this is my fault too.” Tom said, keeping his voice low. “I should’ve been there to take care

of you. No one should’ve touched a finger on you.”

“Tom, it’s okay. It’s not your fault too. Please, don’t cry.” She cried harder as she glued their foreheads.

“(Y/N), I love you. If anything serious happens to you, I will never forgive myself.”

And that was everything she needed to hear to make Harrison’s words come back to her. If what he said was true, Tom is in love with her. And so, she got the smallest courage to speak up about her feelings. It was small, but it was enough to make her confess.

“Tom, do you know why I don’t mind wearing these sweats?” He shook his head no and didn’t break eye contact with her. “Because it makes me feel like home.”

“You know you can be yourself right here and no one will ever judge you. This is your home too.”

“No, Tom. It feels like home because it smells like you, and you are my home.”

“You’re mine too.” He kissed the tip of her nose and made her smile. “I can do anything to protect you. And I wish I broke more of his face last night.”

She glanced down to his hands and noticed the bruises on his knuckles. She traced her fingers along with the bruises and brought his hand up to kiss it better. Both of their hearts were racing at that moment. That was probably their most intimate moment and it was the very first time they weren’t confused about their feelings. For the first time, it felt real and reciprocated.

“Tommy, I love you.”

“I love you too, sunny.”

And with that, she glued their lips and made Tom surprised. She wasn’t under any influence at all; not underneath a mistletoe; not with three gin-tonics up her head. She was doing that because she wanted to. Tom took a couple of seconds to realise what was happening, but soon melted into the kiss and moved his lips so gently against hers. It wasn’t simple like the one they shared on Christmas and it wasn’t as hot as the one they shared on that drunk night. No, this one was like a confession to each other.

They confessed every single one of their feelings in the slowest kiss in the world. Every movement, every touch, it meant so much more. And they were actually enjoying it, more than any other moment together. But it didn’t last much longer, because they were dying to blurt out what they were feeling.

“I have something to confess to you.” Tom said against her lips, and she nodded. “That night you threw up and I got you home, we kissed and I confessed my feelings to you, but you didn’t remember. I thought that was the universe giving me a second chance to not screw things up and didn’t tell you.”

“You should have. Because I would’ve confessed my feelings for you too.”

“I was scared of losing you.” He admitted.

“Tom, you would never lose me. I’m forever, bitch. You’re stuck with me.” They laughed together.

“Thank God.” Tom pulled her for another quick kiss. “I love you so much, you have no idea.”

“Oh, I have. Because I love you so so so so much.” She pecked his lips again and pulled him to lie down. Both had the biggest smiles on their faces and were beyond happy for what was happening. “I can’t imagine my life without you Tom.”

“I can’t imagine mine without you, either.”

“But soon we might have to.” She instantly felt down, but Tom made everything better by pressing soft kisses all over her face. “If we’re doing this, we have to start knowing we’ll have to do long distance in the near future.”

“I would do anything for you, even wait if you want to.” He assured. “(Y/N), you know I’ve never fallen in love with a girl and that’s why these feelings are strange to me. But when I met you, everything felt so right that I couldn’t help but fall a little deeper for you every second. I love everything about you; your dramas; your family issues; your good sense of humour. Everything that makes you be yourself is the reason why I’m in love with you.”

“Tom, I don’t even have words for what you just said to me.” She was crying again, this time out of pure joy. “You are just… you. That’s the reason why I love you. And I’m so grateful to have you in my life. Someone to make me feel loved and needed, in a moment when I felt like no one cared about me. You changed my life and I’ll owe you forever.”

“I don’t care if we’re gonna part ways when high school is done. I just wanna be with you.”

“Me too.”

She glued their lips together again, but what started as an innocent kiss ended up in a heated makeout on the couch. Tom used his hands to keep himself steady over her, while she used her to pull him down and deepen the kiss. They didn’t hold anything back and explored each other’s bodies until they were sure they knew every single curve. They could stay like that forever, but Nikki woke up and when she went down to prepare her breakfast, she met the most awkward scene in the world.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She blurted out and rushed to the kitchen. Tom jumped out of (Y/N) and his eyes widened.

“Mom, I’m so sorry.” He started in the living room. (Y/N) followed him with the heaviest blush on her face.

“It’s okay. I’m just glad you finally kissed.” Nikki smirked and it made the blush even more. Tom searched for (Y/N)’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “So, this means you’re finally together?”

“I think so.” Tom looked at her for reassurance and she nodded with a smile.

“I want to if you want to.”

“That’s how you’re gonna ask me to be your boyfriend? How romantic!” Tom rolled his eyes and (Y/N) nudged him before pulling him back for a hug.

“You love me.” She whispered in his ear.

“I really do.” He kissed her neck and composed himself back to finish his conversation with his mother.

“I’m just glad you finally sorted everything out. I was getting tired of seeing you two being just best friends. But please, don’t make out on our couch at eight in the morning. By the way, why are you here at eight, (Y/N)?”

“Well, Nikki. Something happened last night…”

They told her the whole story because Tom never kept anything from her. But even though it was a bad night, it turned out to be just fine. Tom and (Y/N) were over the moon and it couldn’t get any better than this. They loved each other, just like that, and nothing would change it. Nikki was horrified with the story and asked (Y/N) to take more care of herself.

“I will, and now I have extra help.” (Y/N) looked at Tom with the biggest smile on her face and smiled back.

“I’m gonna take care of her, mom.”

She nodded and started to make them all some breakfast. They never would’ve thought that after such a disturbed night, it would all end up just fine in the morning. Soon the whole family started to come down for breakfast, but they didn’t know anything about it. Harrison was the only one who got the clue when he saw Tom and (Y/N)’s wide smiles.

“You two are together, right?” Harrison smirked and (Y/N) nodded.

“We are.” She nodded and the twins’ mouth dropped.

“You are?” They said in unison.

“Thank God. I was getting tired of you two not being together.” Dom teased.

“Yeah, we talked it through this morning and it just happened.” Tom continued. “Took too long, uhm?”

“Way too long.” She pecked his lips so gently and quickly, but they already heard sick noises.

“You are gross.” Paddy groaned and the whole family laughed. “But I’m happy that (Y/N) is part of the family now.”

“Aren’t you jealous, Paddy?” Sam asked and his little brother shrugged.

“Yeah, I guess there’s no reason to be. She likes Tom anyway.” They all laughed again, but this time (Y/N) pressed a kiss on Paddy’s cheek, making him blush.

“Now you’re my brother too. Isn’t that cool?”

“Yeah, it is.” He smiled. “Welcome to the Hollands, (Y/N).”

“Thank you, Padster.”

Being part of the Hollands was special. They were the kind of family that cared about each other and that was exactly what (Y/N) needed in her life, a family that cared. Nikki was worried about her when she told what happened the previous night; Dom was glad she was okay; the twins took care of her just like she was their own sister, and Paddy just wanted to see her happy. That was the concept of a family she always wanted for herself, and even that Tom gave to her.

After the longest day with her new family and cuddling with her new boyfriend and best friend, (Y/N) decided it was time to go home. As much as she was enjoying being surrounded by comfort and happiness, she knew she had to go back to her mother. So many happened from the previous night to this very moment that (Y/N) didn’t even remember that anything else existed but Tom, and that’s the reason when she got home she was greeted with a furious Josephine.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), where were you last night?”

“Fuck, I forgot about texting you.”

“Yeah, you did!” Josephine gritted. “You said you were gonna crash at Courtney’s, but I ran into her mother on breakfast and she said not even Courtney came home last night. You lied to me and you spent the evening with this fucking idiot.” She pointed to Tom and it made (Y/N) angry.

“First of all, leave Tom out of this. He wasn’t even there last night and he’s the reason why I’m safe.” (Y/N) told her mother the full story from the previous night, which Josephine listened to carefully. “And I didn’t answer my phone today because I left it uncharged on my purse since last night.”

“That’s not an excuse.”

“I know, and I’m truly sorry.” (Y/N) said and Josie rolled her eyes.

“That’s the kind of influence that boy gives to you. Out partying, getting drunk, hooking up with random people. Nothing would’ve happened if you hadn't met him in the first place.”

“Mother, Tom has nothing to do with what happened last night. He saved me and you should be thanking him.”

Tom remained silent, not wanting to get into their fight. He didn’t have a place to speak up, even though it involved his now girlfriend. Family issues must be solved between the family, even though he was dying to stand up for his girl.

“I will never thank him. You know I don’t like him.” “So you better start liking him, because he’s my boyfriend now.” A shot on Josie’s stomach would’ve been less harmful than this.

“He’s your what now?”

“My boyfriend.” Josie rolled her eyes and pointed to the door.

“I will never accept this. Get out of my house and I don’t want you to see my daughter ever again.” Tom was being dragged to the door, but (Y/N) got on the way.

“You don’t get to choose this.”

“Well, I don’t approve your relationship with him.”

“I don’t approve yours with that dirty boyfriend either. But you still haven’t expelled him.”

“I don’t care. You’re leaving.” Josephine called the elevator and (Y/N) gathered all of her stuff.

“I’m leaving too. I’m sick of you doing this to me. I’m moving with dad.” Josephine stopped what she was doing and noticed the tears in her daughter's eyes. “I can’t stand to see my mother against my happiness.”

“(Y/N)...” Josie spoke softly.

“No! Shut up!” She pulled Tom into the elevator and didn’t even wave goodbye before leaving.

When the elevator door closed, (Y/N) wrapped her arms around Tom and cried as her whole life depended on it. She was tired of leaving her apartment crying, and she was tired of its reason being her mother getting between her relationship with Tom. But she swore that was the last time she was going to leave like this.

“I’m sorry I didn’t stand up for you. I didn’t want to get between you and your mother.”

“Don’t worry about it.” She had her face buried on the crook of his neck so he wouldn’t see her face.

“Are you okay?”

“No, but I’m gonna be. I have you.” She leaned back and he rubbed her cheek with his thumb.

“What do you wanna do now?” He looked right into her eyes, wanting more than anything to know what she was thinking about for real. She knew she couldn’t hide much from Tom and that’s why she shrugged, because she didn’t know what to do.

“Can you take me to my father’s and stay with me there tonight? I wanna be surrounded by people I love.”

“Of course.” He kissed the top of her head and held her tightly. “We’re gonna get through this.”

“I know we will.”

To say the day started perfectly and ended up badly was an understatement. In less than 24 hours they were introduced to what they were gonna have to get through together if they wanted to be together. But as they already knew, their love was stronger than anything.

That’s why Tom took her to her father’s place and helped her tell him everything. They ruined Vincent’s and his girlfriend’s dinner night, but they didn’t seem to mind. Instead, they decided to stay home and take care of (Y/N), who had decided about moving in with her father, who gladly accepted her.

“I’m sorry for being a burden to you, dad.”

“(Y/N), you’re my daughter. You’ll never be a burden. And if you want to live with me until you go to college, or for the rest of your life, the doors will always be opened for you.”

“Thank you so much.” She hugged him very tightly and Vincent watched Tom let out a relief sigh when they did it.

“And just so you two know, I’m glad you finally got together. I really like and trust you, Tom.” Vincent said and Tom nodded.

“Thank you, Mr (Y/L/N). I promise to not let you down and that I’ll take care of her.”

“I know you will, kid.” Vincent nodded. “Why don’t you go take a good shower and we’ll order some food to have dinner together.”

“Okay. I’ll be right back.” She pecked Tom’s lips quickly and left for the bathroom. When she left, her father spoke up.

“I always knew you were perfect for my girl, from the very first moment I met you. And I know she ain’t the easiest person to deal with, but I know that she loves you will all of her heart.”

“I love her too. Like I’ve never loved anybody else.”

“I know.” Vincent smiled. “Don’t let her go so easily, boy. She’s special and you know it.”

“I won’t, I promise.” Tom smiled back.

And with the ultimate blessing for their relationship, Tom knew that even though they might face some problems, they would be alright because that’s how love works. As long as they had each other, no one can hurt them.

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1899-newsboy-strike · 4 years

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Hollywood Babylon - Dean Winchester Imagine

Requested: in s2e18, hollywood Babylon, sam and dean go undercover as PA's on a haunted film set??? id love to see a dean x reader where dean is a PA and the reader is a retired hunter who knows something up but is a department supervisor for the movie?? id love the boys to come across the reader and be like 'huh why are you familiar' (maybe John hunted with reader's dad when they were kids??) and like. shit goes down, the reader comes out of 'retirement', happy ending w dean and reader ???

Warnings: spoliers s2e18, injuries, accidents, death

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You’d been assigned the department supervisor ever since the incident, getting pulled from one of the nearby sets to now supervising a different set. Your hunter instincts kicked the second you heard the story of what happened. You started to put in “over time” staying after the day was over to make sure there’d actually been a case to work on. There was nothing to be found, but you assumed it was due to you being rusty. That proved to be so when two familiar brothers showed up the following morning.

Just like you remembered, Dean was already causing trouble with the bigwigs. You decided to just watch from where you were standing, a smirk forming on your face when you saw Sam having to clean up Dean’s mess. You quickly composed yourself when they started walking your way, and the moment they passed you you cleared your throat.

“You boys belong here?” You asked in the most authoritative voice you could manage.They both stopped dead in their tracks, turning around to face you.

“Of course, we’re P… A’s? We’re new.” Sam explained making you laugh and nod.

“Sam, Dean, stop pulling my leg. I know you’re here for the case. What’d you two get caught up in over there?” You nodded behind them. They stared at you in shock, but it finally seemed to click for Dean.

“Y/N? You’re working the case here too?” Dean asked, making you shake your head.

“I retired a few years back. I couldn’t find anything that shouts case though, I figured I was a bit rusty.” You explained, before smirking. “Now I’d do what you were told before they realize you aren’t real PAs.” You laughed making Dean groan.

“The smoothies? Where are they?” Dean asked and you pointed. “Thank you.” Dean nodded before they both walked away making you shake your head.

During your break you were at the snack table, jumping when you felt someone’s hand on your shoulder. You gave him a small smile, trying to finish chewing the food in your mouth faster so you could say something, but luckily for you Sam walked up and they started talking.

“Well, I think being a PA sucks, but the food these people get? Are you kidding me?” Dean explained, starting to ramble about the food making you roll your eyes and laugh. “What’d you find out about the dead crew guy?” He asked once you finally started paying attention.

Sam started explaining everything he knew, and you couldn’t help but furrow your brows. Before you could say anything Dean walked away and shook your head. You started making small talk with Sam, trying to catch up on everything you missed over the years, and you didn’t like John, but part of you felt the need to give your condolences when he told you what had happened.

“I know who the guy was, come on.” Dean explained when he came back. Both of the boys were about to start walking away when Dean saw you still standing in place. “Aren’t you coming?” He asked, making you shake your head.

“I could lose my job. You guys go get what you need, and I’ll try to help the best I can here.” You explained making both of them nod.

“We’ll see you.” Dean winked, causing you to blush and smile softly.

The rest of the day had been going just like any other, you did your best to make sure everything was intact and even had time to watch some of the filming to make sure everything was up to par. You didn’t expect for an accident to happen right in front of your eyes, let alone have it get taped. You quickly made your way to a secluded area pulling out your phone and dialed Dean’s number.

“Hey Dean, it’s Y/N. There was just another accident. The guy’s dead, but there’s just something off about what happened. Hurry back, I have to call this in.” You started to explain when you got his voicemail. You shook your head, trying to figure out what to do once you’d sent everyone on their way home. You knew you should’ve gone too, but after you’d called Dean you figured you should wait in case they decided to come back.

The following day you’d hardly talked to the boys, but you couldn’t help but notice that Dean was getting into his “role” a little bit too much. You’d been in the middle of working when Dean pulled you off to the side, dragging both you and Sam to the sound guy to show you the feedback that was being recorded with each tape. You each took turns listening, and that’s when you heard your name get called.

“Listen, I’d love to help really, but if I lose this job, you both will probably get caught with not actually working here. I’m too rusty anyways, I wouldn’t really be much help. Just tell me what you guys find out and I’ll help if I can. Hey maybe even later we can hang out, just give me a call.” You explained, patting Dean on the shoulder before getting back to work.

They had called you that night, but it wasn’t to hang out. You hadn’t salted and burned bones longer than you’d been retired. You couldn’t help but get a bit weird when Dean handed you a shovel.

“What brought you guys to California anyway?” You asked while you all started to dig.

“It was supposed to be a vacation, but of course Sam had to find a case.” Dean explained making you nod. “What about you? Why’d you give up hunting? From what we remember, you were good at it, especially with your boyfriend. How’s he doing by the way?” Dean asked, making you freeze.

“Um, he died… on a case. I guess that’s why I stopped.” You shrugged, looking down as you continued to dig.

“Y/N sorry I didn-” Dean tried but you cut him off.

“It’s fine, really.” You shook your head giving him a small smile.

“What made you become a department supervisor anyway?” Sam asked after you were all done, trying to change the subject.

“I’ve always had a passion for it I guess.” You explained before you all finished. “It’s good to see you both still hunting, I mean someone has to right?” You asked, earning a soft smile from Dean.

The following morning there had been an accident, and you just knew that the work was no where close to being over. Luckily for the three of you everyone was getting out of there which meant no more incidents and time for you to actually figure it out. It had started with you all watching whatever had been filmed already, and Sam couldn’t help but notice how close you and Dean were. He’d kept it to himself, and you missed the look he’d given to Dean.

“Those incantations are real.” You observed out loud, everything finally clicking in your head.

“So we go pay a visit to the writer.” Dean explained and you nodded your head.

“Maybe we shouldn’t. It’s Walter, they rewrote everything, so he probably is trying to get back at the, for it.” You explained, getting up trying to look for the original script. You all read over the script, finding even more incantations than in the final script. “We need to go back to the studio. The writer, he’s working late today. If Walter is getting everyone back for ruining his script, this is the perfect time for him to do it.” You explained putting the script back on the table.

The whole night you’d spent trying to fix the mess, trying to get everything back to normal. It seemed that throwing you back into the hunting life wasn’t as hard as you thought it would be. You and Dean shot the salt pellets while Sam dealt with everything. You couldn’t help but feel accomplished once you were done, and it made you miss hunting. The following morning Dean has even brought that up.

“You should come with us, it’s obvious you miss it. We have room for one more.” Dean explained, leaning against Baby, giving her a pat on the roof.

“Dean I don’t know...” You trailed shaking your head looking back at all the sets. “It’s been so long, I don’t want to slow you guys down.” You explained.

“We couldn’t have done it without you. It was great seeing you again, and… well if you don’t come I’ll probably never see you again.” Dean explained awkwardly, making you blush.

“So you’re asking me to live with you?” You smirked. “I didn’t take you as that type.” You joked, and it was Dean’s turn to blush. “I’d love to come with you.” You admitted, leaning forward to give Dean a small kiss.

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poisonivysparks · 5 years

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That Summer Seemed to Last Forever {Sam Winchester X Reader}

Summer camp au!

I stood on the dock, not wanting to go into the water, at least not now, but I stood on it with my bathing suit on anyways. Sam, the lifeguard was on the dock too, his shirt off, and his arms crossed across his chest. He was the hot lifeguard that I definitely had a crush on, but I knew I didn't have a chance, he could go for any girl in camp, but he didn't seem to be that type. His brother, Dean, on the other hand, was like that, I didn't like Dean that much. It was only the second day at camp at that point though, all I really knew was his name, that he's a lifeguard, and that he's hot.

I couldn't swim, so only stood at the dock, wearing a bathing suit that was only used for looks.

He cleared his throat and looked at me. “So, Y/n, where you from, in town?” He asked and I nodded.

“Yeah, in my senior year next year at the high school, what about you?” I then asked in return as he looked sort of… nervous? It was weird. Why would he be nervous?

“Uh me too, actually, y'know, how come I've never seen you before?” He asked, kinda scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“I dunno I mean, I'm kind of a drama kid, not one of the asshole ones, but I'm doing drama here this summer too, that'll be fun.” I told him, because I hadn't really seen him but I also didn't pay attention. To a lot of other people at school. “Do you play any sports?”

“Yeah, I do, I play soccer on the team, and I swim.” He said, kinda motioning to the red lifeguard shorts and like whistle around his neck.

“You ever had to save a kid from drownin’?” I asked in my slight southern drawl.

The conversation went on like that until it was time for lunch, and then, when it was my turn for the whole cycle of the day. They all filed into the arts & crafts building, and we did a whole craft project with tissue paper and glue, and in the end, they all looked pretty. We then asked the kids if they wanted to do arts and craft time during one of the two free times during the day. We got quite a few girls that wanted to do it, a few guys, but not many, there was also a chance that they were just in it to look at a 17 year old girl for one of the periods of the day. They were like 13, after all. I noticed Sam in the crowd, sitting with his cabin, and it made me happy, he was smiling at me. I felt proud and like I had to do better to impress him.

He met up with me as we were about to start the games, his cabin and mine had showed up first. “Hey, Y/n, you and Alex did really well with the theater.” He told me, being sweet, and it made my heart leap.

“Thank you, Sam. You did pretty well when you went over the rules yesterday.” I said, kind of elbowing him. He was now wearing a shirt, a tight one at that, looked hot on him.

“That was yesterday though.” He said as other cabins started coming in, and Gabriel, the games manager, strolled in with his cabin. He explained the game when I noticed that the nurse, a guy named Castiel, that Alexis obviously liked, was sitting on the bleachers.

The game went well, a guy named Lucifer's cabin won, Sam's came in second, his brother's came in third, and mine came in fourth. We all went to dinner after that, and then a few more activities, including campfire and campfire songs, before being sent to our cabins.

I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep when I went into the cabin, at least not until late. The girls all fell asleep quickly, their soft snores drifting through to the tiny counselor room that I had to myself. The knocking on the window had startled me as I read my book. I opened the little ugly green curtains and looked down. “Sam? What are you doing, you're supposed to be in bed.” I whispered, not wanting for him to get in trouble.

“Change into you're bathing suit, meet me at the lake, just trust me on this, Y/n.” He smiled at me reassuringly and I nodded, noticing his lack of a shirt and the fact that he had a towel around his neck.

I did as he said and then snuck out of the door, running barefoot across the grass to where the dock was, all happy, and not at all cold, it was warm outside. “Sam!” I called and the I got grabbed from behind and brought in the water. I splashed and flailed until Sam's reassuring voice said “Y/n, calm down, you're okay.” He said as I punching him, not that hard, in the shoulder.

“That wasn't nice, Sam!” I said, all pissed off that he did that. “I- you scared me half to death! How do you know I can't swim?” I scrambled back onto the dock as he put his arms on the edge, making him look like a merman, though I knew he was not one.

“I already know you can't, wasn't that hard to figure out.” He said and shrugged. “I brought you out here to teach you.” He said sweetly, which made my heart absolutely melt.

“Okay, let's do this then, thank you.” I said and he held out his arms for me, as if I was a child jumping off the pool deck to their father. I jumped and then landed weird, causing my lips to crash into the hot lifeguard's. To my surprise, he kissed back, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, playing with his hair a tiny bit.

He then pulled back, smiling. “Mission accomplished.”

I looked at him, confused. “What? Was your mission to kiss me? That's kind of a lame mission.” I giggled and he just chuckled.

“It was not a lame mission, it was a good one.” I then kissed him again as he held me tighter and he let go. “How about we do swim lessons every night?”

“As long as swim lessons include making out, sure.”

“Well, then you're in luck"

Everything went on like that for a week, I would go in the middle of the night to the lake, and, yes, there was some swimming being taught, but most of it was not relating to swimming. We’d talk whenever it was possible, and I couldn’t help but blush whenever he said my name or called me over. My cabin had seemed to notice my constant blushing, and pushed me to go over there sometimes. They obviously didn’t know about my midnight jaunts with Sam at the lake. It was late when Sam came to my window, and I nodded, left my little counselor room, and then tried to get out of the cabin, but I was greeted by a light turning on and girls looking at me, saying an “Oooooh” and then it stopped for a second and a girl, Sadie, said “Who are you gonna go meet?”

I looked at them, my eyes wide and my cheeks quite flushed. “Um, uh.” I stuttered like that for a while until I finally stopped talking and just said simply. “Sam.” they then awwed again. It made me all blushy again.

“You go go on your date with Saaaaam~” One of them said and I walked over to the door.

“You guys need to go back to bed! I-I’ll be back later.” I said, and then turned off the light, going out the door. Sam was sitting on the porch swing, waiting for me, which he usually didn’t do.

He smiled, and I sat next to him on the swing. “Did you get caught by your cabin too?” He put his arm around me, which I kind of leaned my head against his chest.

“Yeah, they caught me and it was so embarrassing, but, wait, too? Did you get caught?” I asked, glad that I was with him, I honestly just thought he was cute, and I really liked him, and I mean really.

Sam looked a tiny bit embarrassed, brushing some of his hair back. “Uh, yeah, they did, caught me when I was leaving, said some things, and then I left to get you so we can, uh, ‘swim’.” He told me, and then kissed my cheek and I blushed.

“Well, let’s go ‘swim’ then.” I got up and grabbed his hand, and he stood up, chuckling, following my lead.

“Y’know, I had something else in mind.” He said flirtily, and I looked at him, all blushy and embarrassed. “What? Bad idea?” He asked, a little hurt-sounding.

“No, no, I just, I’m not good with this stuff and I told you that, I just got embarrassed.” I told him, looking down, because I was embarrassed.

He just put a finger under my chin and made me look up at him. “I know you’re not good at this, I’m not good at this either.” He then kissed my forehead and took my hand in his, going towards the lake. “I just thought we could maybe do something different besides makeout in the lake or on the dock.”

I looked at him, not sure what he wanted, really. “Wh-what? Do you want sex?” I asked him, a little disgusted, I didn’t really know what I thought about him now. I thought he was sweet and not like that.

His eyes went wide and he said “No, no, no, that-that’s not what I meant at all.” He said nervously, and I let go of his hand. “I’m sorry, I wanted to take you to the amphitheater, I was thinking we could stargaze or something.” I relaxed a little bit.

“Good, because, um, I’m-I’m not like that.” I said, looking down at the ground as he pulled me to the amphitheater.

Sam nodded, walking down the steps, there was a couple of soft-looking blankets on the floor, and it was obviously put there by him. “I’m not like that either, I mean, making out is different.” He said, kind of embarrassed himself.

I nodded as he sat down on the blanket, and i sat next to him. “Yeah, it’s, yeah, i really enjoy being with you” I said and nuzzled my face into his neck, to which he wrapped his arms around me.

“I enjoy being with you too, but I was thinking, on our way here, that maybe, since our cabins know, that we could, uh, do maybe some pda or something.” He suggested, fumbling with his hands behind my back.

He was obviously nervous, and it was cute. “Yeah, we can do that, we can be an item, if you’d like.” I said, giving a little kiss to his jaw, and he looked down at me happily.

“Really? We’ll be an item?”

I nodded. “Yeah, we’ll be an item, and i mean, we’re not the first item to come out of this camp, y’know Alex and Castiel are a thing, Castiel’s the nurse, i think you met him, yeah, you did, i remember, she introduced him to us.” I smiled and he kinda chuckled, because I was rambling.

“How about you stop talking?” He said and then crashed his lips into mine, to which I kissed him back kind of desperately.

The kiss was quite long, and his hands stayed at my hips, because he was being respectful, and then slowly moved them upwards, to which I accidentally giggled, and broke the kiss. “Sammy.” I giggled, because he had kind of touched my sides, where i was ticklish. “I’m all ticklish.” I said, and he then skipped where my tickle spot was and touched right by where my bra would be, if I was wearing one, but I was wearing a bikini top.

It was a moment before Sam reconnected our lips, and then I heard footsteps and a flashlight turn on. We disconnected our lips and looked at each other wide eyed. “We gotta go. Bobby.” He said and we got up quickly. Bobby was the elder of the whole camp, and he usually patrolled the camp at night for the counselors making out sometimes or just kids in general out of their beds. I grabbed the blanket and started slightly running away.

“Sam, we have to go, now.” I said, grabbing his hand and jumping up the stairs, running into the woods so that he wouldn’t see us. Sammy followed me quickly. “So, hon, now what?” I asked him, kind of happy because i like him.

“I mean, we could do whatever, find a patch of grass, he won’t find us in here” He said and pointed to some grass that seemed to be pretty clear. Sam took the blanket from me and put it down on the ground. “Sit with me, Y/n.” He said, sitting down and patting the spon next to him. I then sat down next to him,and we then continued our makeout session until I got tired, my eyelids feeling heavy. He then picked me up and brought me back to the deck of the cabin. “Hey, you go back to bed, we’re gonna both sleep tomorrow night, no arguments.” I nodded, and then went to the door, looking back at him.

“Goodnight, Sammy, I’ll see you tomorrow, hon.” I said, sleepily walking into the cabin and then into my bedroom.

I walked my cabin to the dining hall, sitting next to Sam’s cabin, and the tables were close enough that Sam and I would be able to talk to each other. “Hey, good morning.” I said to him as he sleepily smiled at me.

“Hey, Y/n, good morning to you too” He said to me, smiling as his mother, who was the cook, came over and looked at us, smiling.

“Good morning, you two, we’ve got pancakes today.” She said happily, and put a big stack of pancakes on my cabin’s table, and then put one on Sam’s.

Sam looked up at her and then at me. “Hey, mom, you know Y/n, right?” He asked and Mary nodded, glancing at me. “She’s, uh, she’s my girlfriend.” Mary looked between us, and then squealed a little bit. Sam was her youngest son, and I had seen her baby him before, it was adorable.

“Are you guys really? How did you get together?” She asked, and looked to me. She was pretty nice about it, and it kind of reminded me of Sam.

I decided that I would answer. “Well, um, Sam was teaching me to-to swim, and we ended up kissing, so, uh, yeah, that-that’s how it happened.” She then smiled at me.

“I bet you guys are gonna do great” She smiled and then walked off, going to get more pancakes for the other cabins.

I grabbed two pancakes and then looked to Sam. “Well, that seems like it went well.” I smiled at him, and he nodded.

“Yeah, it did, my mom seems to like you.” He said, and started eating, and I did too, the pancakes were exceptional, but, then again, all of Mary’s food tastes amazing.

We then ate, Sam and I making some small talk on the way, like how we slept and everything, all of that nice stuff. We then went off to our own activities, me going to the arts and crafts building for the first period of the day, which was arts and crafts for Sam’s Cabin, Alexis’ cabin, Dean’s cabin, and my cabin.

I taught, taking lots of glances at Sam while I did, and we all did our craft project, at least most of them, save for a few boys who seemed to absolutely hate any form of art, which was annoying as hell. After that, we went and swam, and Sam was the lifeguard, of course, well, he was always the lifeguard.

Sam kissed me pretty immediately, and then we kind of drifted our lips apart. “It’s really weird to be kissing you in front of everybody” I said, giggling ever so slightly in a girly manner.

He chuckled ever so slightly, and it was adorable, in my opinion, at least. “I know, it really is, maybe we can have it wait until later.” Sam told me, his back probably hurting because he had to lean down to kiss me all the time. That was why making out while lying down was our favorite.

“Maybe, or maybe not, i don’t know, I just think you’re adorable and you need to be absolutely cherished,” I told him and brought his face down so I could kiss him once again, right in front of all of the swimmers, though many people didn’t seem to notice. It was nice, peaceful, I felt blissfully happy with him, and he with me. It was a summer that seemed to last forever. Those were the best days of my life.

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Grateful for Having Met Him

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Dean x Reader, Reader x Jo

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He was always gone and you had gotten used to it. You knew what you had gotten yourself into when you married him. Dating him had been easier since you were still in school and had plenty to occupy your time. You’d even go with him on some of his long trips from time to time. Having a truck driver boyfriend made you feel like you lived in a Smokey and the Bandit movie. There was no doubt that you loved him and wanted to be with him all your life. The two of you had talked about the future plenty of times, dreams of kids and a home. When he took you on one of his jobs, you weren’t surprised and yet more than excited when he proposed and the two of you wasted no time and got married as soon as you could.

You both had agreed that you would be a stay at home mom whenever the children came, his little housewife that he could come home to after days or weeks on the road. So you worked until you got pregnant and then you became the housekeeper, keeping the home fires burning for your rambling man. The second child added to your work but you never expected that being Mrs. Dean Winchester would be easy. Dean did what he could when he was home but he seemed to start to work more. He’d only be home a couple days before he’d be leaving again and be gone for weeks.

You weren’t bitter, at first. He was only taking care of his growing family, bringing home the bacon while you cared for your children. The third child hadn’t been planned but she was more than welcome. Three children under five run you ragged and when you needed the help of your husband, he was never there. You were starting to think that maybe the two of you had rushed into this, got too caught up in the idea of a family that you hadn’t thought more deeply about it. You knew that he would be travelling a lot but life as a housewife was lonely even though you had your kids.

You missed your husband, missed being able to go out with your girlfriends and missed peace and quiet. You loved your children, more than anything but you wished that there was someone that could just give you a break from the chaos. That’s what drove you to the decision to get a nanny, someone to help with the kids and housework. She was perfect and it didn’t take long for her to fit right into your lives. She was a godsend and Dean knew nothing about her.

When he finally got home to find another woman with his children, he was confused and enraged. Even though you had sound reasoning and a good argument, this simple action caused a loud fight between the two of you. What was supposed to be a three day stay at home became a single night because the next morning, he was gone. Jo suggested that she just quit but you wouldn’t have it. She was the best thing to ever happen to you and the kids so you weren’t going to let him go just because your husband threw a tantrum.

You started to think that this was about more than just the nanny and you began to question Dean’s job and your relationship. Life carried on as usual and you soon found companionship in your young blonde nanny. She was sweet and funny, actually reminding you a lot of Dean when he was younger. Dean still came home from time to time but he seemed happier on the road and that was fine with you. You had gotten your own job. It was part time but it was something you enjoyed and something you had always wanted to do.

The children were left in the Harvelle’s capable hands and you loved coming home to her and a fresh cooked meal. The next time Dean came home, he slept on the couch. He would have slept in the guest room but Jo had moved in and took over that room. He stayed for a few days, taking the kids out while you were working or would hang out with them while you were present. The relationship between the two of you was broken and seemingly non-existent. You loved him, you knew that but somewhere along the way, the two of you had fallen out of love.

You didn’t regret marrying him because he had given you the three best gifts of your life and you had so much fun and good times with him. But looking at him now, you couldn’t help but realize it was over. When you finally decided to talk to him about it, he was leaving again. And though you begged him to stay just for a little while longer, he jumped in his truck and was gone. It didn’t hurt knowing this was the last time he’d drive away from you. As a matter of a fact, it was actually a relief. You had all the answers you needed and knew exactly what you needed to do.

You walked into the quiet house, Dean having put the kids to bed before he left. Jo was still on the couch, turning around and looking at you with concern. You smiled and she rose to her feet as you entered the room.

“You okay?” She asked as you came around the couch to stand before her.

You nodded with a smile and cupping her face, you kissed her gently. She was shocked at first and you thought perhaps you had made a mistake so you started to back away. But her hands were on your hips and pulling you back in before she was kissing you. You had never felt so whole, so loved and you were grateful to have met Dean for if you hadn’t, you never would have met this woman. And that was the night that a new chapter started in your life. And though Dean would always be a part of it, his role changed and everyone was fine with that.

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fangirlhaley · 6 years

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Dear Younger Me

Characters: (Young) Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester.

Word Count: 2,954

Summary: All Dean wanted in life was someone to share the road with when his dad was dragging him around the country on hunts but he never knew it would hurt him this much in the end.

Warnings: Mentions of Abuse, Alluding to death, Jealous!Dean, Asshole!John

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Dear younger me, Where do I start? If I could tell you everything that I have learned so far, Then you could be, One step ahead, Of all the painful memories still running thru my head.

Dean was never given a glamorous childhood. At the age of 9, He wasn’t able to go to baseball games or birthday parties. No, instead Dean was sitting in the front seat of his dad’s 1967 Chevy impala, watching the trees pass by as the duo were on the road again to a new town that Dean didn’t know. A new town meant a new school and a new group of kids to fit in with. Dean hated it. He hated every minute of it. Every second of it. While the others always bragged about their parents being doctors and lawyers he stayed quiet in the back of the room. What was he supposed to say? That his dad killed the things that lurk under your bed as his job?

So Dean decided to just not fit in. To keep quiet in the back of the room. None of this mattered anyway. He would be changing schools again in a few weeks most likely anyway so why have friends that wouldn’t follow when he left? If Dean could have anything that’s what he wanted. Someone to share the lonely time on the road with him. Someone to be able to talk to that wasn’t his dad.

So Dean created Sam, his imaginary perfect brother, to go on the trips with him.

Sam was the perfect younger brother. He was everything that Dean had wished for.He was someone to pass the time with, someone to take care of. He was the perfect version of every friend that Dean had ever wanted in life. He taught Sam the way of life that he lived and told him everything he needed to know about hunting. Sam would smile, watching Dean and doing as he said.

The two were happy. They were happy with each other’s company and Dean onewas happy to finally have someone to share his time with.

That is, until John Winchester caught on.

Dean’s father was, let’s just say, not the warmest of creatures on the planet. John was serious with his job and, granted, it made him one of the best hunters there was. So when he overheard Dean talking while sitting on the motel room bed, he was more than worried. John stopped at the door, a pizza for the two of them in had, as he listened into the conversation from the other side of the closed door. Dean was mumbling something about vampires and how decapitation was the best way to kill them. The older man was concerned about who is son was talking to so patiently he waited to hear a response from the second party of the conversation, but one never came.

John drew his pistol, kicking open the door and causing Dean to jump up from the bed but there was no one else in the room. Only his 7 year old, staring at him with wide eyes from across the room.

"Who the hell are you talking to?" John snapped, putting his gun away and closing the door.

"Sammy," Dean replied, looking at the boy sitting on the bed. John couldn't see but Dean could. John practically grabbed his son’s arm, pulling him to where he was eye level with his father.

“Who the hell are you talking to.” He demanded again and Dean tried to look away but John’s hand moving his chin to where he was forced to look at his father didn’t help matters at all. Dean fought back tears, shaking his head a little.

“I told you, it’s Sammy,” Dean snapped, moving away from his father’s touch as tears spilled down his cheeks. He pointed to the empty spot on the bed and John was getting aggravated by the little game.

“And what is Sammy? A ghost? A demon?” He snapped.

“He’s my friend. I made him.”

“Grown up, Dean. We have better things to worry about in life than imaginary friends.”

And Dean did. He grew up and Sam was left as a distant memory, replaced with guns and lore and everything that a 7 year old shouldn’t be thinking of.

17 was a tough year for Dean. He had given up on school at this point. What was the point of it in the first place? He knew how to read and write. That’s all he needed for his job. He was going to be a hunter just like his father. John used Dean though like a hand me down. He used him for bait, used him for information. Dean saw but what could he do? Tell his father no? He knew better than to do that.

It was May 23rd. Dean remembered the day like it was yesterday. Him and his father were researching a case in North Carolina involving the Lawson legend and a bridge that was supposedly made from the boards of the home. There had been two victims in at least a month but those would be the least of Dean’s worries.

They were on hour 3 of the drive and Dean had started to nod off in the passenger seat, the quiet sound of Zeppelin coming from the car radio lulling him into slumber. But suddenly, his father slammed on the brakes of the impala, causing Dean to grab the dashboard to brace himself. On the edge of the road stood a boy, no older than 12 or 13. He was too far away for Dean to make out his features but he looked freezing in the cold Tennessee rain. John drew his pistol, ready to shoot if this was a trap.

“Stay in the car.” He ordered his son, “I’m going to see what this is about.” John closed the car door, holding up his postol. His flask of holy water rested in his back pocket. “Hey buddy...” John called out, approaching the shivering boy on the side of the street. “I’m not going to hurt you, okay? What’s your name?”

The young boy looked up at the aged hunter, his wet brown hair plastered to his forehead from the rain. John knew the young boy was most likely harmless but he couldn’t be too sure. He couldn’t let Dean get hurt. Hell, Dean was all he had left of his life. Pulling out the flask of holy water, he splashed the boy once in the face and the only flinch he made was from the water hitting him square in the face. That was enough to at least convince John to bring the younger boy back to the car with him.

Dean watched from the passenger seat of the impala, his feet propped up on the dash as he looked down at the fast food wrapper crumpled up in his hand. It wasn’t until Dean looked back up and his gaze went out the windshield that he recognized the younger boy. His tossed hair, his cheeky smile.

It was Sam.

But how? How could it be him? Dean had left him long ago like a distant memory. A memory that he was forced to forget because his father needed him to grow up.

“What had you out in the middle of nowhere?” John asked the boy as he climbed into the backseat of the impala. Dean avoided looking at him. He didn’t know what to feel really.

“I don’t know,” Sam mumbled in response. “I don’t really know anything. I just know that I woke up on the side of the road and I didn’t know what happened.” He began to ramble off as John started up the engine and sped off down the road.

Dean spent most of the road trip to the shitty motel room staring at the reflection of the boy in the rear view mirror. The boy who was his companion when he felt like he had no one. He didn’t dare say anything out loud about it though. John would surely kill him in a heartbeat and the younger boy didn’t deserve that. He didn’t even know why he was here in the first place, let alone that he was once Dean’s imaginary friend.

Once the trio arrived at the motel for the night, John helped the younger boy inside while Dean unloaded the car. The tattered duffel bags held only half of the Winchester arsenal while the rest resided in the locked trunk of the Impala. While Dean loaded some bags with weapons from the trunk, he thought about the irony of the situation that was playing out in front of him. He thought about his father telling him that he needed to grow up. He thought about how John had been so quick to pull over and help the boy, yet when Dean needed something and called him, he barely answered. Dean watched as John took Sam into the room and he watched through the open curtains of the window as he began lessons on how to use the weapons that the Winchesters used to fight the unknown. He couldn’t help but feel a bit of jealousy at the whole situation and he slammed the trunk shut in anger before making his way back to the room.

Sam was given the other bed and Dean was given the floor. John said it wouldn’t hurt him and that Sam had been through a lot. The older man insisted that Sam needed the sleep and that Dean should understand. But he didn’t. He didn’t understand how this new person could just waltz in and John accepted him like another son he always wanted but never had. Dean stared up at the ceiling, listening to the two sleep soundly in the motel beds while he tried to get comfortable and, suddenly, he was reminded yet again of his place. All he was to John was a pawn. He was a body that killed monsters. He was a tool in John Winchester’s toolbox and nothing more and Dean fought back the tears that stung his eyes at the thought as he drifted off into a light slumber on the stained carpet.

The morning sun shined through the sheer curtains of the room and the sound of bullets and magazines being loaded into guns filled Dean’s ears as he opened his eyes. His back hurt from sleeping on the hard floor for probably the thousandth night in a row but he tried to ignore it. It was a hunt day and hunt days were Dean’s favorite. He was able to use his book smarts, even though John reminded him every day that he wasn’t book smart but Dean knew that he was, and he was able to use his street smarts for shooting and fighting.

Sam was still with the father and son duo and it had been a year since they found the boy on the side of the road in the rain. Dean kept his secret to himself but never found himself looking at Sam the same way he did when he was younger. Sam was someone to occupy his time and now Sam was taking the only thing he had away from him, his father.

“Dean wake up,” His father’s voice boomed as the older boy opened his eyes. “It’s almost time to leave.”

Dean was up and dressed in record time, loading his guns on the bed and glancing over as Sam and John bonded over some lore books. Sam was a pro at researching for how young he was and while it did impress Dean, it also pissed him off to no end. The newcomer was taking the one thing away from him that he enjoyed, but Dean kept to himself like he had learned to do for the majority of his life.

“Dean I’m going to need you to stand as look out while Sam gets some practice hunting.” John commented, not looking up from the rifle that was in his hands. Dean felt his shoulders fall in disappointment.

“What? Dad no...,” Dean frowned, throwing the weapon down on the bed. “You always let me help on hunts,” the teenager frowned as he looked over at his aging father as well as the boy who had taken his place. Dean had to come to the realization that Sam was taking his father from him. The words stung in Dean’s mind as he thought them. In that moment he wished more than anything that he could take back all those stupid memories of when he was younger and he thought up the younger brother. He wished that he could just make Sam disappear. He wished that things would just go back to normal but Dean knew deep down that his life had never quite been normal so what would change that now?

“Dean, don’t argue with me.” The man snapped, looking up at his son with a hateful glare. “You’re on look out today.”

Dean couldn’t help but roll his eyes in annoyance at the thought. A look out? Seriously? Is that what he was seen as now? A God damn look out person? He hastily shoved his clothing in his duffel, throwing in some of his knives as well before storming out to the Impala. He wiped the tears away from his cheeks quickly, afraid that someone would see him crying. Dean rarely cried, let alone let anyone see it happen but he found it happening more frequently lately. He chalked it up to lack on sleep in order to avoid facing the reality that he was upset about becoming a nobody to his father. His father was the one person whom he strives to please and yet here he was, being tossed away in the garbage like a piece of clothing that was torn and tattered.

But again, Dean climbed into the passenger seat of the Impala, evaluating his options. What if he ran away? That was always an option. But where would he go? He had no money to his name and nowhere to go. This would all be over soon. It’s like the hype of a new dog....except the new dog could read lore with ease, loved to research and outshone Dean.

Dean gazed out the window when John started the car up, trying to ignore the man as we watched the sidewalks and buildings turn into trees and blue skies as they drove away from the hustle and bustle of the big city. Dean felt his eyes beginning to close as the feeling of exhaustion began to take over his body. His uncomfortable sleeps on motel room floors didn’t help the already tired 18 year old hunter but he forced himself to stay awake. The sound of Zeppelin playing quietly from the radio lulled him into a light sleep with dreams of memories when him and his father would laugh it up on the way to a hunt instead of worrying about a third body to take care of.

Dean woke to the sound of the doors of the Impala opening and closing and he rubbed the sleep from his eyes before opening up the passenger side door.

“Dean, we just need you to stay here by the car.” John ordered, tossing his son a shotgun which he caught with ease. Sam gave him a sympathetic smile and Dean felt the rage begin to grow inside of him again as he mumbled curses under his breath and leaned against the car. Sam sighed quietly to himself, deciding to approach Dean.

“Listen I’m sorry about everything--,” The younger boy began to say but Dean cut him off.

“Just shut up, okay? Go with Dad.” He mumbled.

“Dean I know your dad means a lot to you...He always has.” Sam said and it caught Dean off guard.

“How the hell would you know?”

“You were the one who made me, weren’t you?” Sam said and Dean felt his stomach turn a little.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He lied, avoiding the eyes of the younger boy as he gazed over at the trees.

“Yes you do. Don’t act like you don’t,” Sam frowned. “Listen, Dean, I don’t know what happened...But I know where I came from. It was you who thought me up and I’m thankful for that I don’t want to see you hurt. That’s why you should get out of here before--” He frowned and was cut off before Dean could answer as John approached the duo.

“Ready to go, Sam?” He asked and Sam bit his lip gently and nodded, Dean looking at him curiously because of his last words. He shrugged it off though, watching as the two of them armed themselves with guns from the Impala.

Dean yawned, leaning back against the Impala and suddenly the two were out of sight but not out of mind. Dean was lost in his thoughts. Thoughts about how Sam and his father had a bond that Dean and his father used to have, thoughts about running away. He thought about how John didn’t need him anymore and how him and Sam were creating memories where Dean and John should be creating memories.

When Dean heard the snapping of a twig behind him, he was brought out of his thoughts about the two and he turned, looking for the source of the sound only to be face to face with a nest of Vampires.

And it wasn’t until then, staring back into the eyes of the bloodthirsty monster, that Dean realized something...

To John Winchester, lookout and bait fell under the same category....

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gettingbywithalittlehelp96 · 6 years

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The Price Of His Mistakes

Part 4: Everything will be Different

God blames his leaving on the mistakes and failures of his creations, but eventually he will have to face his own mistakes.

ChuckxReader, Eventual CastielxReader

Chapter Characters: Chuck Shurley, Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester/Samifer, Bobby Singer and Lucifer, Gabriel, and Michael are mentioned.

Warnings: A little fluff and Angst! Lots of angst. Some violence and a character death scene.

Chapter Summary: With the final battle between Michael and Lucifer approaching everyone has a part to play. Even after some hesitation from Chuck you join the Winchesters on the battle field and from that moment on nothing will ever be the same.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

You were laying in bed staring at the ceiling when you heard your phone vibrate from the dresser across the room, where it lay charging. Letting out a sigh you slowly got out of the bed, making sure not to wake Chuck. It had been a rough couple weeks for everyone. Every night Chuck would wake up drenched in sweat screaming, with whatever he saw keeping him up the rest of the night. You were doing what you could to help him, but with the approaching apocalypse you were being stretched thin as it was.

Heaven and Hell - both sides were out to make sure Dean and Sam played their parts in the in the end of the world and time was running out to find a way to end it all. Walking over to the dresser you grabbed your phone and took it into the bathroom so you could talk without disrupting Chuck.

“Y/n, I think I came up with a plan, a way to end all of this.”

“Sam?” you questioned. “What’s going on?”

When he didn’t answer, you kept prying. “Okay Sammy what’s the catch? If you’re hesitating there must be a catch to this plan.”

“I’m starting to think that maybe this is our destiny,” Sam said with a sigh. “Maybe if we just say yes, we can get this over with.”

“Sam don’t say that. I mean Chuck’s visions are picking up and he said he would let us know if anything useful came up.”

“We can’t keep waiting,” Sam said interrupting you.

He was right. You couldn’t keep waiting. You were all so tired and the world wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer either.

“Okay Sam, what is this plan?”

“Well, we have all the horsemen's rings, but like Gabriel said, Lucifer won’t jump into the hole by himself; so what if you guys lead him to the edge and I jump in?”

Sitting down on the edge of the bathtub, you took a minute to let what Sam said sink in.

"Wait a minute, are you talking about saying yes?" you questioned. "You are going to let Lucifer take over your meatsuit?"

"That's just it, I'm not going to let him take over," he answered. "I'm going to take control over him and then jump into the pit. He won't have a choice in the matter."

You couldn’t believe that after everything, after all the time you spent helping keep the brothers stay away from Lucifer and Michael, that Sam would just give in. You didn’t know what to say. Luckily before you could respond, Sam continued.

“Look y/n, It’s risky I know, but it’s not impossible. I mean Bobby overpowered that demon that possessed him.”

“Bobby wasn’t possessed by the devil, Sam!” you yelled interrupting him.

Sam told you the whole plan from beginning to end and even though you didn’t like the plan, you couldn’t help but think that maybe this was it. Maybe there was no way all of you could walk away from this. The next day you would be leaving and joining Team Free Will in Detroit, where Sam was going to end all of this. Once off the phone with Sam you heard a familiar noise coming from the bedroom. Chuck was having another vision.

“Y/n!” he yelled. “You can’t do this!”

Walking back out into the bedroom you saw Chuck sitting on the floor by the bed, rocking back and forth, tears streaming down his face. He looked awake but it also seemed like he was still stuck in his nightmare.

“Chuck?”

In two big steps you had reached him. Kneeling down in front of him to take his face in your hands.

“Chuck, you’re okay, you’re here with me.”

“We can’t do this,” he said in between sobs. “This can’t happen!”

You could feel the tears forming in the corner of your eyes. This was the worst you had seen him and that was saying something. Wrapping one arm around his shoulders and moving the other to the back of his head, you pulled him as close to you as you could.

“Sshh, it’s all going to be okay,” you whispered, rubbing a path up and down the back of his head and neck. “I’m here and I won’t let anything bad happen.”

You weren’t sure for how long you had been sitting there when all of a sudden Chuck sat up, pulling back to look at you. You were waiting for him to say something when instead he leaned in placing a deep kiss on your lips.

“You’re here, you’re still with me,” he said pulling back for air.

“Of course I’m still here,” you replied while wiping the tears from his cheek. “Where else would I be?”

He gave you a small smile and placed his hands over yours, where they laid on his face.

“Sam, was that Sam that called this morning?” he asked starting to look panicked again. You gave him a nod and before you knew it he was up on his feet.

“You can’t do this y/n, you can’t go with Sam and Dean.”

All of Chuck’s rambling from before was starting to make sense now.

“Why Chuck?” you asked, standing up.

“I can’t,” he answered, shaking his head. “Just, please don’t go, you have to promise me you won’t go.”

He started to walk away from you, but you put a hand on his arm to stop him. You were there for him in the aftermath of every vision, but you knew he wasn’t telling you everything. You knew he was doing it to protect you but, sometimes you had to wonder if you would be able to help more if you knew what he had seen. Even if it didn’t help Sam and Dean, maybe it would help him get through things easier if he confided in you.

“That’s not good enough,” you said turning him to face you. “Baby, you need to talk to me! I get that the visions are hard on you but I could help everyone so much more if you would just talk to me.”

You could see the hesitation in his eyes and you knew you had gotten through to him.

“For months I have been seeing the final battle between Michael and Lucifer,” he said letting out a sigh. “And by that I mean Adam and Sam. Sam isn’t strong enough to fight the devil y/n. Lucifer will take control.”

“This is why your visions have gotten worse?”

Stepping forward, Chuck closed the gap between you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist.

“No,” he said looking into your eyes. “It’s because after Sam says yes, you die. Every time I close my eyes I have to watch you die.”

“When does it happen?”

“I don’t know,” he said tears forming in his eyes again. “I see him as he has a hand around your throat and then all of a sudden you’re laying there, your shirt soaked with blood.”

You let everything Chuck just told you sink in, not sure of how to respond. You knew the devastation it would cause for him to lose you but you also knew you had to be there to help Sam and Dean.

“I’m glad you finally told me what has been bothering you the last couple months Chuck, but I need to be there to help them.”

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he dropped his head in his hands.

“Chuck, I need you to look at me.”

Crouching down in front of him you grabbed his hands, taking them down and holding them on his lap.

“Sam and Dean are my family and we have a better chance getting through this if we are together and If you are right and Sam fails tomorrow, I need to be there for Dean.”

Standing up you moved to sit next to him on the bed, resting your head on his shoulder.

“How many times since Dean and Sam have come into your life have they done something that altered your vision? Plus, you said it yourself; you don’t know when it was going to happen, so maybe it’s years away.”

Breaking free of your grasp, he slipped his arm around your shoulder giving it a squeeze as he placed a kiss on top of your head.

“Just promise me you’ll be careful.”

“Only if you promise me you’ll be waiting for me when I get back,” you said lifting your head to look at him.

As the next morning came and it was time for you to leave, Chuck walked you to the car, throwing your duffle bag in the back seat.

“So, I guess it’s time huh?”

Grabbing the fabric of his white shirt you pulled him to you, kissing him passionately.

“Now it’s time.”

Wrapping his arms tightly around he held you close to him.

“I’m going to miss you and no matter what happens remember you are the greatest thing that has ever happened to me,” he said placing a kiss on your nose, prompting you to giggle.

“You won’t have time to miss me Shurley,” you said stepping out of his arms. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

It all happened so fast you didn’t even have time to brace yourself. Castiel had succeeded in getting rid of Michael, only to be blown up by Samifer five seconds later. You and Bobby were covered in Castiel’s blood, frozen as Samifer moved right on with his sights set on Dean. Knowing that it wouldn’t kill him, you both pulled out your guns, firing a couple rounds into Sam's body, hoping to distract him. With a slight twist of his hand you watched as he snapped Bobby’s neck and the lifeless body fell beside you to the ground.

You thought “This can’t be real, this can’t be happening!” Until you were snapped back into reality by the feeling of your throat closing up as you lost your ability to breath. Your hands flew up to your neck, only to look over and right into the eyes of Samifer. Before you knew it he had you right in front of him, his hand now around your neck.

“I can see why all the boys take such an interest in you,” he whispered looking straight into your eyes. “I would’ve kept you around too, until you tried killing me.”

While Samifer was pulling the knife out of the holder on your leg you looked around Sam’s tall body making eye contact with Dean just as the sharp point of the knife was thrusted into your stomach. Your body hit the ground hard enough that you would’ve cried out had it been under different circumstances but right now you were just paralyzed. You couldn’t move or speak, and it was becoming harder to concentrate. Your breath began to hitch and you could feel the blood soaking through your shirt. Your life was fading away and from that moment on you concentrated only on your memories of Chuck. You were remembering how it felt that last time you were in his arms, until everything went black.

“Y/n?”

Your eyes flew open and you saw Dean and Castiel kneeling over you.

“Hey there sweetheart, you’re okay now,” Dean whispered as they helped you up off the ground.

“Cas, Dean,” you said giving them both a hug. Looking around, you were relieved to see Bobby was also okay, and also saddened to realize that Sam was no longer around.

“Is Sam...?”

Dean gave you a nod. “Sammy did it, he took control and jumped into the hole with Lucifer and Michael.”

As the realization hit you that everything was over and you were alive, all you wanted was to get back home to Chuck.

“I hate to break up the reunion and all but I really feel like getting back to my boyfriend.”

“You got it sweetheart,” Dean replied, placing a kiss on your head. “How about we have Cas take you back, I have something I need to go do.”

Giving him a nod you stretched up to kiss his cheek.

“Okay Cas let’s get out of here,” you said walking over to him.

With the sound of fluttering wings you were back and standing in front of Chuck’s house in a blur. You felt a smile form on your face. You couldn’t wait to see him and one thing was for sure, you didn’t plan on letting go of him anytime soon. Turning to Cas you gave him a hug and kiss on the cheek and thanked him for everything, before sprinting up the steps of Chuck’s front porch.

Opening his front door, you rushed into the living room expecting to find Chuck at his computer, but he wasn’t there.

“Chuck!” you yelled walking into the kitchen. “Chuck I’m home.”

You walked back through the living room and up the stairs to Chuck’s bedroom. When you got up there the door was open just a crack, making you think he was in there resting or taking a shower.

“Baby are you in here?” you asked poking your head around the door. While looking around the room you listened for the shower, but there was nothing.

Once you got back downstairs you made one more path through the house, but Chuck was nowhere to be found. Finally after dozens of phone calls and text messages you were finding it harder and harder to keep your eyes open. Thinking he was probably worried about you and went to find you, you figured you would wake up tomorrow and he would be back or at least have answered his phone calls.

The next morning came but there was no word from Chuck. Your mind was coming up with the craziest scenarios of what might of happened to him and knowing you wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer, you tried the only other thing you could think of.

“Castiel,” you said closing your eyes. “I’m just wondering if you could help me find Chuck. He wasn’t here when I got back last night and I’m starting to worry about him.”

As soon as you opened your eyes Cas appeared in front of you.

“Y/n is everything okay?”

“You said that prophets were protected by archangels right? So if something happened to Chuck, someone in heaven would know?”

Castiel gave you a nod and told you he would ask around and be back in a couple minutes. The whole time he was gone you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Dropping your head in your hands you tried to think of anything else, until you heard Cas flutter back.

“Y/n,” he said appearing next to you on the couch. “I asked around heaven but nobody knows where Chuck is. It’s almost like he just disappeared, we can’t even sense him anymore.”

“Cas, is he dead?” you asked tears beginning to form in your eyes. “Is Chuck dead?”

Hesitantly, he put a hand on your knee and even though you could tell he felt awkward you had to appreciate the effort.

“I really don’t think he is dead y/n. Not being able to sense him is different than if he would have died. You know, Raphael is still around too, so if something were trying to kill Chuck it would not have been able to succeed.”

You believed Castiel. If Heaven didn’t know what happened then he had to be alive, which meant that Chuck was just gone. No letter or phone call. There was nothing but emptiness. You knew one thing for sure, everything about your life was going to be different from now on.

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my-darling-luna · 3 years

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Glitch Chapter 2

Glitch Masterlist

Summary- After three years at Hogwarts, Scarlett Dean thought that she was ready to take on another year. I mean how hard could it be, right? Wrong. So very wrong. Things turn sour when secrets are spilled and friends are made with those who she was told to stay away from.

"I can't believe that it's here already." Lyra mumbled to Scarlett as the two made their way down to their dates together.

"I can't believe that Lukas had the guts to ask you out." Lukas was a quiet and nervous Durmstrang boy that had asked Lyra out two days before the big ball.

"He's actually really out going when you talk to him more than once." Lyra pointed out to Scarlett as the two of them carefully walked down the stone steps to decrease the chance of falling down in their heels. "Speaking of confusion, why did you say yes to Cormac? He's a complete tosser."

"Oh stop, please. I've already gotten the 'Cormac is a jerk' talk three times already from you and at least once from everyone else I told. He's...sweet; just a little misunderstood, maybe."

"Stop making excused for boys being jerks, they don't deserve it. Just admit that he's an awful bloke and move on." Scarlett watched as Lukas took Lyra's hand once they reached the bottom of the staircase. "See you in there!" She leaned in close and whispered in Scarlett's ear. "Remember what I said." The couple walked away with their arms hooked with each other. Standing on her tip toes to look over the crowd, Scarlett could barley see the edges of people's hair in the entrance to the Great Hall.

"Hey Lettie, you ready to go in?" Scarlett turned around to face the voice when it clicked what he had said.

"Don't call me Lettie." Cormac didn't even waver as he steered Scarlett to into the decorated hall.

Scarlett was sure that she almost froze when she walked into the Great Hall. She could feel her eyes widen as she took in every detail, from the glittering snowflakes to the ice sculptures in the corner which she was sure would be broken by the end of the night. The punch bowls were even in what looked like bowls made of ice and with cups that matched.

"You coming?" Scarlett jumped at Cormac's whisper in her ear. She was sure that it was supposed to sound sexy, but it rather scared her half to death.

"Yeah...yes, of course." She moved to the left side of the hall with Cormac as the two waited for the four champions and their dates to walk in. Padma and her date, Ron Weasley as Scarlett recognized him, moved to stand next to her.

"Isn't this just brilliant?" Padma squealed as the two girls hugged.

"Yes it is." Scarlett lowered her voice to whisper in her friend's ear. "What in the hell is Ron wearing?" Padma pulled back and gave a small shudder.

"I have no idea, but-" Padma was cut off by cheering and the large oak doors opening to let in the four champions. "Is that Hermione Granger?"

"With Viktor Krum?" Scarlett didn't realize that Cormac had, at some point, slithered his arm around her waist and tightened it at her question.

"No way, it can't be." Ron seemed to be convincing himself more than anyone else.

If an hour passed, or two, or three, Scarlett had no idea. The Weird Sisters came on maybe three songs ago and she couldn't even think straight with the volume of the singing and screaming from the crowd. She had previously pulled Padma away from the brooding Ron and Harry to come dance with her, her friends, and their dates. They spent the time since jumping around, laughing, and talking with each other before another song ended. As the cheers began to die down, Scarlett managed to pull out of Cormac's grip and tell everyone that she was going to take a breather. Pushing out of the crowd, she began to walk over to the tables when someone blind sided her.

"Bloody hell." She mumbled under her breath, steadying herself on her heels.

"Oh...um sorry." Scarlett looked at the boy her ran into her and immediately knew who he was. You were probably stupid or a muggle if you had no idea of the story of Harry Potter.

"It's okay, I guess. This was crazy cliche, like something that you would see in a Disney movie." She rambled and he nodded, his eyes flashing in recognition.

"You're muggleborn?"

"My mum is a muggle, don't know what my dad was." He didn't flash a sympathy smile, knowing from experience how much that made everything worse so he kept it in. "Don't feel sorry. I can't be sorry for something I don't know about. Anyways..." Harry awkwardly scanned the room.

"I- what's your name?" Scarlett barked a laugh which made Harry look at her with a weird look.

"I've sat across from you in Transfiguration for four years and you still don't know my name?" Harry flushed.

"Sorry, if it makes you feel better, I don't pay much attention in that class."

"I'm Scarlett Dean."

"Harry Potter."

"I know." Things soon became more awkward as time went by and Scarlett stepped back towards the group of students dancing. "Well I'm gonna go. Nice meeting you, Harry Potter." She turned around and shimmed her way back to her date and her friends to keep dancing.

"Hey mate, you done getting something to drink?" Ron asked from the table that they were sitting at and he began his walk back to get some punch.

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"I don't know if it's because I'm hung over or that the firewhiskey was switched out with Amortentia, but I never noticed how fit Draco was." Scarlett pressed the back of her hand to Lisa's forehead.

"I thought you had something going on with Zacharias Smith?" Lisa pushed Scarlett's hand away from her forehead.

"Yeah, there is, but that doesn't mean that I can't look." Her brown eyes scanned the Slytherin boy up and down.

"Maybe you should go back to the dorms instead of going to class. You seem to be going through something." Mandy offered, but Lisa shook her head.

"I'm fine, I just think that looks wise, he's handsome, I mean, look at his hair." The five girls strained their heads to the boy turning to go into the opposite corridor.

"I'm thinking that his hair cannot be real. He really decided to pull out his four bottles of Sun In."

Lisa rolled her eyes at Padma's explanation. "Maybe this the push to get new friends."

"Oh please," everyone turned into the Transfiguration class and took their normal seats, "the only other person that would like to talk about Draco's hair is Pansy Parkinson and I wouldn't mess with that even if I was being payed four hundred galleons." Scarlett high fived Lyra under their two-seater desk. "Any letter from your mum?" Lyra whispered to Scarlett once all of their friends and classmates were not paying attention.

"No, but I'm not awfully surprised. I reckon that she's gonna send me something begging for forgiveness or something like that."

"I'm still staying the summer with you, right?" Lyra tried to sound confident, but her voice wavered at the thought of being homeless for the summer. The Zabini family kicked out their only daughter through a letter on the day after the sorting. Lyra's pride caused her not to say anything to anyone about it until two weeks before the end of term. When she mentioned it to Scarlett, her friend refused to leave without her at her side for the rest of the summer. She sent a letter to her mother asking about it, but her mother said that she would be in America for the summer so it didn't matter. Every summer was the same, starting and ending with Scarlett's mum in America with another man that she met by her side.

"Yeah, of course." Scarlett clicked out of her thoughts. "I would never leave you alone." Lyra nodded, fear still engraved in her eyes at the thought of being homeless for a whole summer.

Padma opened her mouth when Harry Potter walked passed them and smiled right at the girl with blue eyes. "No way." She whispered, her dark brown eyes twinkling in the winter sun.

Lisa winked at Scarlett before she grabbed the girl's hand. "So...when did that happen?"

"Nothing happened." She lightly pulled her hand out of Lisa's firm grip. "We just ran into each other at the ball and introduced ourselves."

"I'm calling that you two are going to start something." Mandy stuck her nose in, more than excited to watch a romance that didn't include her. She didn't say it out loud, but she was very obviously scared of romantic relationships.

"Like I said, I just introduced myself, plus, you guys know that I fancy Cormac and we have something going there." The rest of the girls groaned.

"We told you that we don't like him." Lyra said, her protective nature jumped out in her voice.

"You guys just don't know him well enough. I'm sure that once you lot meet up, you'll be fine with him." Scarlett tried to console herself more than her friends, but it went unnoticed by the fake gagging group. "Oh come off it."

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unleashthemidnight · 6 years

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SPN goes NSP: Guess Who’s Back (Just In Time For The Christmas) pt 5

Christmas Calendar: Masterlist SPN goes NSP: GWB part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5 Chapter name: Cookies! People: Reader (x Gabriel), Winchesters, Danny Sexbang Synopsis: You were doing preparations for the Christmas celebration with Sam and Dean in the bunker when the party invitation threw you in the loop. You are reunited with Winchesters once again and demons are roaming in the streets. Word count: 1710+ Warnings: Crack, language, song lyrics usage, demons Notes: This is part 5 of GWB and also part of the Christmas Calendar. NSP is amazing band called NinjaSexParty, whose songs, covers and music videos I have used. Songs are listed at the end of the fic. I… well… you know. Cookies. Hope you enjoy! Reblogs and comments are loved Do Not Reblog

Your own house, two kids and a dog. Good relations with neighbours. Sunday churches. Baking cookies for the bakesales and knitting woolen socks for the Christmas to give as gifts. Those things were never your thing but you still understood the charm. You walked through idyllic neighborhood with beautiful houses and gorgeous gardens. There was water elements on some of the yards and others with iron decorations. All of the gardens and houses had their own personalities that probably mirrored their owners. Everything was so dreamy and idyllic. It felt somehow unrealistic. But what wasn’t felt unreal from the moment you opened the letter in your own world?

Walking along the streets the only oddity you had seen was the road names; Innocent Road, Victim Avenue and 69th ring of Hell. There was also the stop -sign with word Never on it, and to you it looked like it was written with blood. One blue house had a white garage door that was decorated with the spraypainted words ”Manticore was here”. Well, things aren't always as they seem to be, you noted. ”Y/N?!” You heard Dean yelling from the yard of bright yellow house with red roof. Sam was with him, lockpicking the door and eventually succeeding. ”Dean! Sam!” you yelled and run to them. You were happy to see them again after separation and more than glad to see they weren’t injured, dead, or something even worse. ”We need to go quickly inside, no time to waste, you'll soon know why,” they pushed you inside the dreamhouse. Boys locked the door and all three of you started looking outside the window waiting for something to happen. ”I check the kitchen,” Sam said and patted your shoulder to get your attention, ”you, stay with Dean” he ordered and left. It seemed like the brothers knew what was going on in this world, maybe they had been here more time than you. Somewhere distant you could hear people yelling but you couldn't understand any of the words. They were still too far away and the only thing you could hear was Sam going through some cabinets. Until there was sound of plates and glasses dropping on the floor. ”SAM?” Dean yelled and was going to check the kitchen when Sam walked out, knife close to his throat held by a being with horns and ripped skin, blood dripping everywhere. Handful of more similar creatures followed them. They looked like your ordinary horror book demons but definetly not the ones you had used to. Dean's breaths were heavy. He was getting riled up and frustrated with the whole situation. ”What – Who are you?” you managed to ask. The yelling outside got louder and louder, you had to turn your head to the window to see outside. People were running past the house you were in and you saw the hostile beings smirking and enjoying the screams: ”OH GOD SAVE ME!” ”AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!” ”I SEE DEMONS!!!!” ”I SEE DEAD PEOPLE!” The yelling and screams ended as rapitly as they had started. The beings with you laughed. “They call us demons,” you got your answer from the smallest one. ”We're the horsemen of the Rockpocalypse flying on the backs of flaming horses. We'll ride town to town and leave nothing but corpses. The streets will flow with the blood of our enemies,” other hissed with cocky attitude. ”We'll kill your family and scream obscenities,” another added and threw Dean on the wall with sinister laugh. You tried to help Dean but you were thrown to the other wall and pinned against it by one of the demons still without the victim. ”Death and destruction are all around! We're motherfuckin' evil and we'll never slow down!” You saw smallest demon celebrating and jumping up and down. He was having fun at your expense and discomfort. ”You really should be cursin’ when our name passes your sweet lips...” the demon that was pinning you againts the wall said and dragged his finger across your lips while biting his own smirking. ”Don't you dare to touch her,” Dean threatened and tried to free himself. ”Why are you doing this?” You felt need to cry when demon's hold got tighter. ”Because this is the realm of hate.” You felt his breathing on the crook of your neck. You wanted to pray for help. ”Chocolate chips for everyone!” the ever-so familiar voice from the kitchen door made all of you to turn your heads towards the sound. Saved by the bell. ”Did I interrupted something? Oh, I apogolize my bad manners, but demons look; I got cookies for you… C'mon and get it,” Danny, who was wearing his own demon inspired costume, apologized and lured the demons to the kitchen with the plate of cookies he was holding, and so freeing Sam and causing you and Dean to drop to the floor with loud thump. You all were physically alright, just little tense and sore. Your curiosity got best of you and your party of three peeked from the door into the kitchen. Danny and the demons were sitting over the kitchen table and on the table was plates full of chocolate chip cookies. They were also wearing party hats and all around them were balloons of different sorts and colors. The kitchen itself was... colorful - to say the least. Panels on the wall were representing the whole rainbow with atleast two different shades of each color. The cabinets were white with single colored panels on the doors. The sight was like a children’s birthday party ad, but children were replaced with demons. So it was basically the same. ”They are the taste of happy,” the littlest demon smiled bright while holding one cookie like it was his precious. The demons munched the cookies and tried to hide some of them under the hats to save them for later. ”Pass the milk please,” one demon asked politely. One rapid shout from outside got everyones attention: ”THE DEMONS ARE CONSUMING ME!” The demon that was pinning you earlier on the wall got serious and his look darkened as he started: ”We are the nightmares you should be afraid of but there's just one thing we love and that's - -” ”COOKIES! Yaaaaay! Hooray! More cookies!” demons shouted and frolicked as Danny filled the plates again to prevent the demons going insane, again. ”All your nighmares have come to life and the horror survives in the darkest of the night,” one of the demons hissed again, ”So take our final breath in our realm and wish for merciful death as we eat this plate of cookies!” the demon ended his talking as Danny poured even more cookies on the table. There was so many empty cookie boxes around the kitchen and you weren’t sure anymore where Danny got all the cookies he was serving. ”I guess everybody loves cookies,” Danny looked at you half-smiling and shrugged his shoulders. ”I still prefer pie,” Dean muttered under his breath while walking into the kitchen to go through the cabinets like he was looking for hidden pie. ”Dean, seriously, are you looking for a pie?” Sam couldn't believe his brothers actions. ”I think I – WE deserve some pie after this. I'm too full of cookies after all these encounters with these cookie monsters,” Dean blurted out rummaging the goodies. Yes, this is perfect, Dean thought as he put something in his pocket when no one was looking. ”So you have been here long… And you have eaten cookies with the demons. That's why you went to kitchen, to look for the cookies,” you made conclusions and Sam nodded as confirming them. ”Excatly how long you have been here? Have you been here all the time because I was in whole different places...” you rambled with questions but stopped as soon as you saw Sam’s face. The way his lips tightened and he looked down and then at Dean who was still making a mess, told you everything you needed to know. “It wasn’t all bad, just... tiring,” Sam tried to reassure you. ”Oh,” small sound felt from your lips as you looked at your toes. You knew that there was a lot to talk about later, whenever you would get back home. The demons continued munching and cramming their faces with cookies and your party decided to leave the house. Danny had made sure that demons had enough of cookies to you to get far away from them. ”This was definetly not what I was excepting,” you said to Sam as you all walked on the pavement. ”Well, yeah… But now we need to find out why and how to get back home. And I take it you know that Danny has his fingers in this. Because I have a feeling that he might be -” Sam went almost full research/hunter mode but was interrupted with Danny's voice behind you. You both turned around in unison and looked at back at the door of the house you had just walked out. ”Uh, Dean. Dean, what are you doing? What is that? Is that a knife? Oh, it's a knife. I can tell by the way it's stabbing me. Okay, great. Good talk, buddy.” You watched as Dean tried his best to stap Danny with the knife he had took from the kitchen when you didn't pay attention. Too bad that the knife proved to be one of those theatre knives. You couldn't help but laugh at the sight. Danny was so calm while Dean's face went from frustration to surprise but it didn't stop him for trying and testing - both on Danny and on himself. ”Son of a bitch...” ”Rude. But probably fair after all this. Hey listen -” Danny put his hand on Dean's shoulder - ”if you can actually stick that in me, can I keep it or do you want it back?” Dean was frustrated but tried couple more times just to be sure and finally gave up. The hunter was so tired, and you kinda felt bad for laughing so much at his misery. You didn't have any idea how many Tuesdays they have had while you were having your own adventures. When you watched Dean walking towards you leaving laughing Danny behind, the world shifted.

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Part Four: Playing Devil's Advocate. (99 Problems S05E17)

Episode Summary: Sam, Dean and the reader are outnumbered by demons, but are saved at the last minute by townspeople who are aware of the apocalypse. They meet a pastor, who introduces them to his daughter Leah, whom he claims is a prophet. When she starts turning the townspeople against each other in the name of the Lord, the Winchester and the reader realize they must kill her. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count:3,314

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Who knew taking down a whore could be such painful work. The brothers were in their own motel room taking care of Cas and David, you were lying in bed with a dampened towel across your head, the warmth helping your small concussion that you must have gotten after getting your head hit a few times. You tried your hardest to make yourself relaxed as you kept your eyes closed to block out the dim fluorescent light coming from the lamp on the nightstand next to the bed. You would have taken some painkillers, but you had given what Cas didn't down to David. If you weren’t as tense like you were right now, sleep would be the easiest thing to come to you. But every muscle felt tense, like you were on edge with a constant anxiety that you couldn’t shake off. You let out a deep sigh as you tried to focus on something that made you happy. Yet it didn’t work. Your mind kept replaying the image of Dean killing Leah and how he managed to have done it without saying yes to Michael. This wasn’t good. It ruined your chances of stopping this.

A soft knock on the door caused you to jump away from your thoughts and back to the reality of the situation. You opened your eyes and called for whoever was on the opposite side of the door to go away, you weren't in the mood for company. But it seemed they didn't want to listen. You lifted your head up slightly from the pillow when the door cracked open slightly, just a second later, you were greeted by a face you thought didn’t want to see you. It was Dean. You pushed yourself up to a sitting position as the cloth fell from your head and down to your lap. Both of you had spent some time away from one another to process the outcome of this situation. You knew it would be only a matter of time before you had to talk about what happened.

“Mind if I come in for a minute?” He asked, you nodded your head. You moved your legs so they were crossed together, giving the man some room as he awkwardly walked around the room until he sat on the bed just a few feet apart from one another. Things between the both of you had been tense from the horrible things you said to one another. But the both of you couldn’t stay mad at one another for too long. Not with so many other things going on. He decided to start the conversation with something a bit easy. He reached out a hand to lightly brush a piece of hair out of your face, wanting to take a closer inspection of the cut on your forehead. “How’s your head feeling, sweetheart?”

“Still hurts like a bitch.” You admitted, shrugging your shoulders as you placed the towel back to your forehead when a pounding sensation began again at the mention of it. You shut your eyes for a moment as you winced slightly in pain from a piercing sensation that lasted only for a moment before going back to a dull thud. “But it’s nothing I can’t handle.”

Your eyes opened when you heard the sound of something rattling in a bottle. Dean had come bearing gifts from what he was holding. Your lips stretched into appreciation at what you saw, a bottle of aspirin and some water. "Found some extra in the car. Thought you could use them more than Cas." He said. You mumbled a thank you as you grabbed the bottle from him, You twisted off the top and tossed a few in your mouth before taking a sip of water, giving Dean a chance to speak without you to interrupt him. "Y/N, there's something I wanna say...I was a dick to you. I said a lot of things I shouldn't have. And for that—”

"No, I'm sorry." You cut him off, shaking your head for what he was trying to do. You said some pretty nasty things that you felt could never touch what he mentioned, because it was all the truth. You put him down in the time of need when he was losing himself in the fight. Never did you take to consider his feelings and lack of hope for this situation. It was grim for all of you. But sometimes it didn't hurt to try and listen to one another before you said something stupid. "I didn't mean those things about your mom. I don't know what I was thinking. It was a total low blow. I mean it. If I could take it back, I would. Not to mention the whole Lisa thing. God, I hate myself just thinking about it. I feel like a complete bitch—”

“No, you’re right.” Dean agreed with you on that point. You stopped your rambling to look at the man sitting across from you, a slightly surprised look started to spread across your face. While there had been hints here and there about Dean and his quest for a happy life, you didn't think it would have been lead by a woman he spent a weekend with almost ten years ago. He reached out his hand to take ahold of yours and gave it a squeeze. "The djinn case got me thinking. I mean, I'll be honest, I wanted to stay there forever. You were so happy...you were my wife. The idea of settling down and having a couple rugrats didn't seem so bad."

Dean smiled slightly as he almost looked happy for a moment of time when he looked at you, almost as if he was still trying to find the woman in your facial expression. But she wasn't there, it was just you staring back at him. The feeling didn't last long as he continued on talking. "I buried it away for a while. Then Lisa came along again. And when the idea that Ben might have been mine changed something in me. I wanted that so badly. I wanted the chance to try and somehow have a part of my family that isn’t screwed to Hell.” He shrugged his shoulders as he tried his hardest to keep his composure. “Lately it’s all I’ve been thinking about.”

“You know it’s never going to happen.” You whispered the painful truth.

“I know, Y/N.” Dean agreed with you in a solemn tone. I know.”

"...At least, not with me.” You said, saying something that caught the man off guard. You let out a quiet sigh as you reached out your arms so you were now holding both of his hands with your own. Dean furrowed his brow from what you were trying to say. You opened your mouth, but the words that you wanted to say didn’t come out, they were stuck on your tongue, like they were desperately trying to cling to an ideal life that would never happen. Dean’s perfect life couldn’t be obtained if you were stuck to his side and letting fate dragging you down a path that would only doom everyone. So, you took baby steps with it to approach the bitter topic. "I know you love. And I love you, too. But...I can't give you what you need. Not the way Lisa can.”

“What are you exactly trying to say here, sweetheart?’ Dean cautiously asked you. He didn’t want to hear the answer just as much as you didn’t want to say it.

"I don't want to be with you anymore." You forced yourself to say the words that had been sitting in the dark parts of your mind. While you had rehearsed them in your head with a strong tone, they came out shaky and with a weak tone. You looked away when Dean was caught off completely by surprise. He was feeling so down, he came here to apologize and try to work things out, but you just pushed him down deeper. And you were only making things worse the more you kept on talking. “I don't think either one of us really loved each other. You wanted me because I was normal, and I loved you because you made me feel safe. And look at how we're ending up."

Dean stared at you like you had just told him the worst thing ever possible, and in his mind, you had just did. He said those things in anger about your relationship being a sham, a waste. But to hear it come out of your mouth made it feel like you had ripped his heart out and stomped on it, making him feel everything. “Well, here I thought I was being the dramatic one.” His tone was sharp as a knife as he roughly yanked your grip away from his as if you were poison to him. His lips stretched into a forced smirk as he stared at you with eyes glazed over. You sank down into the bed when you realized you might have pushed him over the edge to the point of no return from what he said next. “Like you said, we’re supposed to be in this together. I was angry about what I told you. I was stupid. I need you just as you need me, Y/N. I love you—”

“No, you don’t. You just want someone who will tell you that everything is going to be okay. I can’t do that anymore.” You said. Dean scoffed as he got up from the bed and started to slowly pace around, as if he was debating with himself about leaving. But he remained as he was. “You know it’s the truth, Dean. Even if we find a way to stop Lucifer...I won’t be here. So why waste your time with me if there’s something else better out there?”

"Because fighting is kind of—you know what? I don't care. You want it that way? Fine." Dean said, changing his thought process without giving much more of a fight. He threw his hands up in the air with defeat as he walked to the motel door. His last words that would be spoken to you were witnessed with his back turned to you. "I give up. With you, with everything."

You winced at the slamming of the door that made your entire room shake from his violent outburst. You slowly tore your gaze away from the the door and to the floor where your two measly bags of clothes laid zipped up, waiting for you to grab them. But the sight was beginning to grow hazy as you could feel yourself at the brink of tears. It wasn't pushing Dean away that was making you emotional, or the thought of pushing him into the arms of another woman. (If that were even possible.) But it was the fact that you couldn't give him a goodbye that he deserved or kiss him one last time. You and him were over. And you had to come to terms with that.

At the dead of night, you were gone, nothing but a simple not explaining things for the brothers and Cas of what you were about to do. When they read it, you would already be halfway across the state.

+ + +

It was a few days after leaving when you managed to track her down. You had to admit, the neighborhood that she chose was sweet, it reminded you a lot of home. It was sweet and safe. You inhaled a deep breath as you looked over at the passenger's seat to see the envelope with her name written in neat cursive was waiting for you to deliver it. You licked your lips and forced yourself to reach out for it and grabbed it. But that was far as you made it before you froze up in fear. What the hell were you actually doing? Here you sat alone in a car you stolen, sitting right across Lisa Braden's house with a letter addressed to her. Why didn't you just knock on her door and ask if she just wanted to take your leftovers. But that wasn't it. There was so much more to it than Dean would ever understand.

Inhaling a deep breath, you forced yourself to get out of the car and walk across the street. You spotted a crisp white mailbox with her house number on it. Without a moment of hesitance, you opened it up and slipped it into the slot without anyone noticing. When she would check the mail tomorrow afternoon, she would find the letter, explaining everything without the detail. So when Dean showed up on her doorstep a few months from now, it wouldn't be a shock. You walked back to the car and sat back down in the driver's seat. You were doing this for Dean, you kept telling yourself. He deserved a chance of happiness that you couldn't give him. Your grip around the steering wheel tightened to the point where you almost thought your fingers would break off.

You reminded yourself once more that you never really loved Dean—it was just how fate wanted things to be.

+ + +

Dear Lisa,

You might not know me, but I know you. We have a friend in common, his name is Dean Winchester. (And I realize as I write this out about how creepy this sounds. Let me explain myself.) My name is Y/N Y/L/N, I'm his girlfriend. Or...by the time you're reading this, his ex. I know it's weird. Why would I be leaving you a letter and telling you this information? Because you and I have something else in common. I think you know Dean is a special man. He doesn't let many people in, especially not women. Both of us have made an impact on his life for the better. I'll be honest, when I first heard about you, I was a bit jealous from the way that he spoke about you. But after getting to know you, I realized what was so great about you. You have something that I could never give him. And that’s a happy life.

When he first met Ben, he was instantly taken back to see how much he could he see himself in your son. You have a great kid, Lisa. He’s sweet, smart and a lot like Dean. And if I have learned anything in life, it’s that family isn’t about blood. It can be with anyone if you let them into your life. I hope you will do that if Dean knocks on your door.

I wish I could tell you more about myself. But I don’t have much time. I’ve known Dean since I was literally born. (And yes, I’m using the terminology right. He’s been at my side since I was a baby. Him and I have been through thick and thin. All though, I know my time's up. Hopefully it will be your turn to share the rest of your life with him in blissful happiness with Ben. Maybe even have a child together. I don’t know. Just treat him right.

In the next upcoming days the news will be filled with disastrous things that will scare you, but don't worry. You and your son are going to be okay. Including Dean. I have a few friends that I am going to make some arrangements with so that, worst case scenario, all of you will be happy. And most importantly, safe. I wish I could have met you again in different circumstances, but this will have to do. I wish you the best for you and your son.

Your friend, Y/N Y/L/N.

P.S. Please take good care of Dean.

+ + +

You arrived at your destination a week after leaving the brothers and making sure you left a trail nobody could track. You were given the information that he'd been spending his time in some bar in the middle of nowhere. After getting exiled from home, he was down on his luck, lost and begging for a chance to prove himself again. That’s where you came in. You walked into the bar and looked around on this early afternoon to see there was nobody here except for a lonesome drinker at the bar at one end, at the other sat exactly who you wanted. Heading over to the bar, you nodded your head to the bartender, giving your drink over as you took a seat next to him on one of the empty stools. He kept himself looking down at his half empty glass of whiskey, lost in his own thoughts of self pity.

“Oh, how the mighty have fallen.” You turned your head to look at Zachariah, your lips stretching into a smirk at how he looked at you with a surprised expression, caught off guard from how you had tracked him down. Before he could make some sort of snarky remark, you cut him off. “I heard from a friend you’re looking a way to get this ‘end of the world’ situation back on track. Why don’t I buy you another round and we can talk about the bigger, better version?”

“You’ve fought me tooth and nail to make sure it didn’t happen. Now all of a sudden you show up here trying to strike a conversation up with me? Get lost. Thanks to you and your little maggot friends, I’m out of the game for good.” Zachariah gestured to how he was handling his unemployment as he took another sip of his drink until there was nothing left. "No dice.”

“Not my fault you couldn’t make two measly humans say ‘yes,’ Zach.” You couldn’t help yourself but rub salt into the wound from seeing him at this point in his very long life. The angel stared at you from the corner of his eye with the least amused expression. “Look, I come here in peace. I did some soul searching and I changed my mind. You scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours.”

“That ship sailed a long time ago.” Zachariah muttered as he took another sip of his drink. “I’m done with this apocalypse business.”

"What if I told you I promised Lucifer to be his vessel?" You caught him off guard, making the angel choke down his drink from hearing the news. It seemed that ou had gotten his full attention from what you said, giving you the chance to discuss what you were here for. "Let's say we scratch Dean out of the picture, too. I have someone in mind about who could play Michael.”

“And does your little boyfriend know you’re playing with the big kids?”

"What would you say if I told you that I could make sure Michael won?"

Zachariah looked at you with a bit of a skeptical look, “I’ll tell you that’d be impossible.”

"When I was possessed by Lilith I had full control over myself. But I chose not to fight it. Now, if you make me a full demon, I could have a shot of throwing the fight." You said, trying to theorize of what might be possible. "I know it'd be impossible, but it's worth a shot. Don't you think?"

Zachariah shrugged his shoulders as he turned around in his chair to lean his elbow against the bartop and stare at you. The wheels in his head were turning as he thought more about your plan. It was pretty ingenious, he wondered why he hadn’t thought of himself. There was one more Winchester he could use to his advantage. And with the help of Heaven, it wouldn’t take too much effort to do exactly what he wanted.

“Does your father know you’re working with the enemy?”

“I won’t tell him if you don’t.”

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This isn't love

Title: This Isn’t Love Request: none, just thought this one up. *pats Michael’s shoulder* he doesn’t get enough love.

Pairing: Michael x reader Warnings: name calling, mike being a dick angel, umm, injury on hunt, a kind of one sided love.

Summary: You agreed to be Michael’s mate to save dean from becoming his vessel but it isn’t the happiest time. After you get injured on a hunt things get better and woo fluff! Note: I KNOW, I KNOW. I SUCK AT POSTING. I’VE BEEN DISTRACTED *looks innocently at my supernatural rp*

You never wanted this. The hunting life, you didn't want it. Yet, it seemed no hunter did. But once you were in, you couldn't get out. Something always dragged you back in. And that's exactly what happened when Sam and Dean Winchester came knocking at your apartment door at 3 o'clock one morning rambling about a bunch of stuff.

One thing being the Damn apocalypse. You knew these boys were trouble. But you helped them anyway. And that's how you met Michael. The archangel. He became annoyingly attached to you.

And when you meant annoyingly attached you meant it. You knew he was using you to get to dean. His vessel. Or, his sword as some called him. He invaded your dreams so you had begun to avoid sleep. The boys took notice and had to bench you from hunting after a simple salt and burn went wrong because you could barely stay on your feet. Dean gave you a tongue lashing for almost getting yourself and Sam killed.

That night as Dean brought you all a beer you didn't notice the older Winchester slipping two extra strength sleeping pills crushed up and slipped into your beer. You slept for almost two whole days. And within this time Michael took the chance to find you.

"Hello, Y/N." You whipped around and looked at him.

"Michael. What do you want?" He smiled and walked closer and the smile turned to a smirk. "A deal with you."

You furrowed your eyebrows and he chuckled and trailed a finger over your cheek, "such a frail thing."

You smacked his hand away. "I am not frail! The only reason I am off my game is because you won't leave me the fuck alone at night. And because of you I was almost killed on the most easy salt and burn."

He frowned and his face went blank and he stood up straight, "I want to make a deal with you Y/N. A way to save your precious Dean."

You made a face, "okay, for one he isn't my precious Dean, he's an old friend from when we were kids. And two, what is this deal?"

Michael smirked and started telling you his deal.

That deal is what lead to another tongue lashing when you finally woke up and told the boys. But you had already agreed to it.

You agreed to be Michael's mate. You didn't necessarily want to be stuck with the dickhead angel for eternity, but you wanted to save your friend. Not like many people would miss you. Your family was dead. You didn't have any friends. Being a hunter was rough.

You were able to say your goodbyes to the boys before you were whisked away with Michael. You looked around and saw you were in a small lake cabin. It was nice.

"I hope this pleases you? Being a hunter you probably don't like big fancy things much do you?"

You didn't answer as you went out of the cabin and walked out on the dock and sat with hour feet in the water. Just because you agreed to be his mate didn't mean anything.

"Insignificant human." You heard a door slam and you felt a pang in your heart at his words. You looked down at the water and let a tear fall causing a ripple.

That's exactly what your relationship was, a ripple. That night he apologized and you completed the mating process. Which hurt like hell, having his grace bind with your soul hurt like nothing you had ever experienced. On your finger appeared a ring, made out of his grace. All supernatural creatures would know you were mated to Michael from his grace and the power that could emit from you. And the humans by the ring.

You sighed as you sat on the dock the next morning and twisted the ring on your finger. You had always wanted to get married someday. Have a nice wedding, now? You were mated to an angel. To save your friend.

Things were okay. You spent most of your time alone at the cabin. Michael was always off preparing for battle. With the up coming apocalypse and all. But you were getting lonely. And some days just the quiet wakes of the water hitting the dock started to drive you crazy. You were an okay swimmer at best. You jumped in and held your breath as you let the water envelop you. As you swam to the surface and as your hands broke the surface they were grabbed and you were yanked from the water and held to a chest.

"What in earth are you doing? You could have drowned. You petty little thing" you glared up at Michael and pushed him away sitting back down.

"No, I wasn't. I just jumped in. The silence was driving me crazy. You can't just keep me locked up here. It feels like prison."

Your words hit something in Michael and he got angry. "Then where do you want to go?! Back to those puny ants? The ones who started this whole mess?"

You stood up and turned to him and slapped him across the face, doing more damage to your hand than his face. "Don't you yell at me! You have no idea what my life was like! I was happy! You’ve made my life hell! Maybe if you would let me see my friends I would be happy!”

He glared hard and poofed away and you screamed angrily and stomped, “Screw you! You coward! Be a man and face me! Don’t you run from this!!” You stormed up to the house and slammed the door.

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While you seethed in the cabin Michael flew down to the boys after tracking them and crossed his arms as he stood in front of them. “It seems that Y/N is harder to please than I would have thought.”

Dean laughed, “Yeah how’s that working for you? You took her away from the only kind of family she has left. And you probably leave her alone too much. She’s a person that needs company, you asshat, isolating her for your own gain won’t make her happy being with you.”

Sam nodded in agreement with his brother, “Dean’s right, we may be enemies, but Y/N is our friend and you are her whatever, so here’s an idea. Let her visit once in awhile, she’ll be happier with human interaction. Or get her a pet, like a dog, that she can play and spend time with.”

Michael furrowed his brows and thought before nodding and thanking them before leaving them. The boys giving each other a look, “What the hell was that?”

~~~~~~~

A few days after Michael talked to the boys, Y/N had started packing a bag with angry tears pooling. You hated it there and were just so lonely, you needed to get out and try to find the boys before Michael got back and found you gone.

Michael poofed back into the cabin and looked around for you and frowned when he saw you packing a bag, “Where do you think you are going?”

You jumped and looked at him wiping your eyes, “I’m leaving. I can’t stay here any longer Michael, i’m starting to go crazy. I need to be around people who actually care about me.”

“You think the Winchesters care for you? That’s who you mean yes? I actually just spoke with them a few days ago.”

Your eyes widened and you glared a bit, “you better not have hurt Dean, I swear if you hurt them.”

“Y/N calm down, I didn’t do anything to them. I was talking to them about you.” Your face scrunched up in confusion and you looked at him, scanning his face for a lie. “Why me? Bragging to them about how miserable I am here and how they can do nothing about it?”

You became confused when your mouth stopped working as you kept trying to talk. He gave you a stern look as he started talking, “Y/N, I want you to go pack a bag, you’re going to go stay with those Winchester’s for a few days. No questions, go, pack now.” Then he was gone.

You didn’t need to be told again as you grabbed your duffle bag and started to stuff clothes into it. You missed those dumb boys and couldn’t wait to see them.

Maybe Michael wasn’t so bad after all.

TBC

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The Perfect Storm Chapter 5 (Jensen x Reader)

Title: The Perfect Storm

Summary: Jensen Ackles just wanted his ex wife to sign the divorce papers before he married Danneel. He didn't want roped back into the storm chaser life. But once a storm chaser, always a storm chaser. Based off the movie Twister (RIP Bill Paxton)

AN: The lyrics for this chapter are “Back to December” by Taylor Swift.

So this is me swallowing my pride Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night And I go back to December all the time

Jensen snapped the radio off with a sigh. Danneel set in the backseat, snapping at her gum. (Y/n) set shotgun, her bag resting by her feet. Jensen drove the truck, leading the convoy of chasers. He had been in lots of awkward situations in his lifetime; locked out of his dorm by an ex with no clothes on, getting drunk with Jared at that bar and riding the mechanical bull like he was born to do it, being caught in the backseat of his car with (Y/n) by her dad. But this, this had to top it on the scale of most awkward situations that he had ever been in.

“Hey boss, come in?” Jared’s voice came across the CB. Jensen and (y/n) both reached for the mic at the same time.

“Oh, go ahead.” Jensen said. (Y/n) shrugged.

“It’s your truck though.” She told back. He shook his head.

“No, you’re their leader.” He said. She smirked and picked up the mic, talking to Jared and Felicia about where they were heading. Danneel listened in.

“Wait a minute,” Danneel said, listening to (y/n). “Battle zone? Jen, sweetheart, what are we doing?”

“We’re going again.” Jensen explained. Danneel’s eyes widened.

“Again?!” She called out. “But you almost got yourself killed the last time!” Jensen had to chuckle a little bit.

“Sweetie, I’ve been through a whole hell of a lot worse than that back there.” He said. “It’ll be okay. Close calls are in the job description.”

“But this isn’t your job anymore.” Danneel said softly to Jensen. (Y/n) glanced over at them while continuing the game plan conversation with the others in the team. She leaned over and looked at Jensen’s speedometer, signing when she saw how fast they were going.

“What?” Jensen asked. (Y/n) shrugged.

“Nothing.” She said. Jensen gritted his teeth and pressed down on the accelerator. (Y/n) smiled some, until she looked out Jensen’s window. Her smile fell. “Don’t look now, but your BFF is here.” She said. Jensen gripped the steering wheel tighter. Jensen looked out his window for a second, seeing Stephen looking back over at him. Jensen smirks and waves before holding up his middle finger. Then, he slammed on his breaks.

“What are you doing?” (Y/n) asked. Jensen looked up at the sky.

“Look at it. It’s going to shift.” Jensen explained. (Y/n) scanned the sky too.

“Are you sure?” She asked, but she knew very well that Jensen was very rarely wrong about things like this.

“Yes I’m sure. It’s a sidewinder.” Jensen explained. Danneel looked at both of them.

“Isn’t that a bad thing?” Danneel asked. (Y/n) was about to explain it to her, but Jensen decided to interrupt her before she could be rude to Danneel.

“Wasn’t there a road back there?” Jensen asked. (Y/n) nodded, a smiling pulling back on her face.

“Go!” She said. Jensen gunned it, doing a U-turn, and heading back to the other road. The rest of the crew followed them while Stephen’s set out on the same path. That’s when Danneel’s phone rang.

“Hey Sam, now’s not a good time.” She said. (Y/n) heard a man talking on the other end for a bit. “They’re not judging you on the size of your penis…well maybe for that specific scene they are but…” (Y/n) looked over at Jensen.

“Don’t ask.” HE sighed. “I don’t even know.” (Y/n) nodded and focused on the job at hand while Danneel talked to her client in the background.

****

“About four miles down, take a right.” Stephen told Tom as he sped along. “We can deploy D.O.T and be home for dinner.” He laughed. Tom nodded, but saw as the tornado took a hard turn left. Just like Jensen had said it would.

“Uh, Doctor Amell…” Tom said. Stephen looked up, his eyes widening.

“It’s shifting?! What the fuck?!” Stephen yelled out. “Grant! I thought you told me this was staying on the same course!” He shouted into his mic at one of the other guys in one of the SUV’s behind him.

“Looks like they’re going to intercept.” Tom pointed out. Stephen looked over to see Jensen and (y/n) heading straight for it.

“Damn it! Ackles!” He called out.

****

“Jim, what are we getting into?” (Y/n) asked into the mic. Jim was towards the back of the convoy. He was watching the satellites, keeping track of everything.

“Looks like a F2, possible F3 heading south by southeast. It’s on the ground, we need to act now.” Jim explained. (Y/n) nodded. Danneel managed to get her client off the phone so she could pay more attention to what was going on.

“(Y/n), it’s a barn burner!” Jared called into the CB. Danneel raised an eyebrow. “It’s not going to hang out long!”

“We see it! We’ve got this.” (Y/n) said. Jensen took the mic then.

“We’re getting hit hard. You guys stay back until it’s over.” Jensen said. (Y/n) nodded in agreement. She saw a camera sitting on the console in the middle of the truck. She grabbed it and looked at it.

“Is this good to go?” She asked. Jensen glanced over at it.

“Sure. Knock yourself out.” HE said. (Y/n) nodded and went to take a picture of the tornado.

“Jen,” She said softly. “Rain bands.” He looked out his window to see the rain was horizontal from the wind and power of the tornado. Jensen drove them onto a bridge, the wind hitting them from all sides. “We’re in the core…” She whispered. Danneel looked over at Jensen, but she knew better than to say anything right then. She didn’t want to distract them.

“Look!” Jensen said, pointing out over the water where the tornado was splitting into two. “Sisters!”

“Shit.” (Y/n) mumbled. She lifted the camera and started taking pictures as Danneel’s phone rang again.

“Dean, I can’t talk to you right now.” Danneel said, eyes glued to the twin tornadoes in front of her. He was rambling on about something. “I know you’re upset but you need to breathe.” She told him, but mainly so she could see herself doing it. That’s when something flew by them, making them all stay silent, eyes opened wide, mouths hanging open.

“Cow.” (Y/n) said, not sure if she had actually seen it right.

“Uh, I gotta go Dean. We’ve got cows.” Danneel said, hanging up on the confused actor. The cow flew by again, this time accompanied by other pieces of debris.

“Another cow.” (Y/n) said. Jensen watched the cow with amazement.

“I think that’s the same cow sweetie.” He said, nobody really catching what he called (y/n). He looked at the road out ahead of them. “We have no path. We’re sitting ducks.” He told (y/n).

“We have to get out of here Jen.” (Y/n) said.

“I’m trying!” Jensen said as the rain hit them harder.

“Floor it!” (Y/n) called out.

“Hold on to something!” Jensen said as he hit the gas hard. When the truck started to spin, Jensen hit the brakes, causing it to fishtail. Danneel screamed and held onto the seats in front of her. Jensen held the steering wheel, (y/n) held the dash. Danneel squeezed her eyes closed, thinking it was the end for them. And then it stopped. (Y/n) and Jensen looked at each other when the tornadoes disappeared back into the sky.

“Oh my god!” (Y/n) said excitedly. Jensen smiled and pulled her into a bone crushing hug, a big smile on his face.

“That was incredible!” HE said, pulling back and looking into (y/n)’s eyes with a big smile on his face. Jensen then turned to look in the backseat where Danneel was climbing out. He jumped out of the truck and pulled her to him. “Oh honey, are you okay?” He asked. (Y/n) climbed out of the truck, watching the sky. She heard Jared’s music playing then as the team pulled up behind them. (Y/n) turned around and smiled at everyone.

“Did you see that?!” She yelled out. Jared ran over and hugged her.

“That was wicked!” He called out. “My god!”

“I was in the middle of it!” She said excited. Danneel was clinging to Jensen, but watched as the crew rallied around (y/n), giving her hugs and high fives. Danneel looked up at Jensen.

“It’s okay sweetie. It’s all okay.” HE said, rubbing her back. She nodded slowly.

“So, I was thinking that it might be a good idea to get out of here.” Colin said. “There’s a whole hell of a lot of tornadoes that are going to hit today…”

“We can’t just leave!” (Y/n) said. “We just saw the beginning of it.”

“And the rest of us couldn’t help but notice how close we are to Wakita.” Felicia added.

“No!” (Y/n) called out, making Jensen and Danneel looking over.

“I don’t think Aunt Meg would mind if we stopped by and said hi. Maybe sampled some of the newest things her butcher has made up for her.” Jake said. (Y/n) shook her head.

“No!”

“But…food.” Jared said. (Y/n) shook her head.

“Food!” The crew called out. “Food!”

“We are not invading my aunt! She can’t afford to feed Jay, let alone all of us!”

“Food! Food!” The chant kept going.

“No! Absolutely not!” (Y/n) said, turning to look at Jensen. Jensen just gave her the same smile she gave him before she took over his truck. “No!”

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impala-dreamer · 7 years

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Fix You - Chapter Two

SPN FanFic

~ After being gone for months, Y/N has returned home to the boys with no memory of their life together.~

Reader, Dean, Sam

2,863 Words Warnings: Less Angsty, Memory Loss, Sadness, Uncertainty, Little Bit O’Pain.

A/N: Hope you’re enjoying! Let me know what you think :)

SERIES MASTERLIST ~ MY MASTERLIST

Chapter Two - Coming to Terms:

The engine roared in your ears; your head still pounding as you rested in the back of the Impala.

Sam had calmed you down enough to return to the room, and after hearing them both out, you’d agreed to stay with them; at least until you could sort things out for yourself. As much as you wanted to run away screaming, hop a bus out of Dodge and see your abandoned home with your own eyes, you were stuck. They knew you. Dean spoke to you as if he’d been by your side everyday for years; Sam knew how you felt simply by the twitch of your lips, or the hitch of your breath. It took all your strength to push away the fears and lay your trust in them, even for a little while.

“How we doin’ back there Y/N/N?” Dean peeked at you through the rearview mirror, his emerald eyes passing over your reflection.

You jumped at the intimacy of him using your nickname and cast your eyes towards him. “Alright.”

“Good. Almost home,” he said with a soft smile.

“Home,” you said, looking back out of the window. He was speeding down the highway, the mile markers flying by as he swerved through traffic, in and out of the double lanes. “Where is ‘home’ again?”

Sam sighed and turned in his seat, trying to see you. You leaned over so he didn’t break his back twisting around. “Lebanon, Kansas.”

“Ah. I’ve never been to Kansas. Never been this far west actually. Well, one time we had a layover in Chicago for some reason coming back from Orlando, but that’s not really west is it? I guess…” You stopped rambling when you realized your confession was causing trouble in the front seat. Dean was looking at you again, his eyes darting between you and the road. “Sorry.”

“It’s OK Sweetheart,” he cleared his throat and looked away, gripping the steering wheel tighter as he passed an RV on the left.

Sighing, you pressed your aching head against the window and closed your eyes. You let the rumble of the car soothe your tense muscles, lulling you to sleep as you raced down the road. Perhaps in going to sleep you could wake up; maybe this was the dream and you’d open your eyes back home, safe in your bed with Matt.

You dreamt of him; of his gentle brown eyes and soft lips. Of his laugh and his awkward jokes. You were cuddled in his arms on your old blue couch watching television, his fingers gently running up and down your arm; just a peaceful Saturday night. No cares, no worries, nothing but the glow of the screen across your bodies as you sat in the dark.

The calm was broken as the front door was kicked open; the wood splintering as the frame snapped, releasing the deadbolt from its place. You screamed, jumping to your feet as a dark figure with charcoal eyes bounded towards you.

You shot up, pulled once again from your dream, but this time, thankfully. Your eyes were met by the black leather around you; you’d fallen asleep across the backseat with your head in your arms. The door opened and Dean’s voice traveled over to you.

“Y/N, we’re home.”

You sat up slowly and took his hand as he helped you out of the car. He smiled sweetly at you, but you could not return it even though you tried. You blinked up at him, your head still a little foggy from your nap.

“You OK?” he asked, placing a hand on your cheek.

You shrugged him away and stepped back. “Yeah, just a dream.”

Sam rounded the car, opening the trunk to retrieve their bags. “What was it?” he asked openly. You raised an eyebrow at him, slightly offended by his prying question. “Sorry,” he sighed, “it could be a memory coming back to you is all.”

“Maybe. It’s hard to tell.” You turned back to Dean, his hand still up where you’d left it, sadness creeping over his handsome face. “So…you wanna show me around?”

The Bunker was huge. The descriptions Sam and Dean had given you on the journey had not prepared you for the sheer size and magnitude of the underground building. It seemed a fortress; ceilings towered over your heads, ornate sconces and art deco decor surrounded you at every turn. The hallways themselves seemed endless and maze-like, making your head spin as you followed the boys out of the garage.

Down each hallway they lead you, passing through giant rooms filled with books and old electronics. You were barely able to realize the scope of things on your brisk walk through. Finally Dean stopped in front of a dark wooden door. He turned the knob and pushed it open, gesturing for you to enter.

“Here you go,” he said with a smile.

You walked in and looked around. It was a plain bedroom; empty brick walls and not much else. A tall dresser stood across from the double bed and you went to it, peering at the few personal items laid on the top. Nothing looked familiar to you. Not the hairbrush, not the half melted candles, not even the framed photograph of you laughing with the Winchesters. None of it registered in your mind as yours. It was as if someone had set up the room to confuse you, to trick you into believing you belonged there.

“So, this is my room?” You asked, running your fingers across the top of the walnut dresser.

“Yeah, though you haven’t really slept in here for a while.”

You turned towards him as you pulled open a drawer, “And where would I sleep instead?” you questioned, not catching his meaning.

Dean bit his bottom lip and let out a short, sad breath. “Nevermind,” he replied, looking away towards the hall. “There’s towels on the bed, if you want to take a shower or something; everything’s in the bathroom where you left it.”

He left before you could say anything else. It was strange, you felt like you were letting him down, but you couldn’t help it. Try as you did to search for him in your memory, he was absent. There was nothing there, not even the lapse of time.

You looked through the drawers, digging through the clothing; they didn’t feel like your things. They were too drab in color and baggy looking. You had more style than that, you thought. Exhausted, you sat down on the bed. Now this could be yours. The blanket lying across the mattress was bright red and plush, something that you would pick out for yourself. You gathered it up and wrapped it around you, feeling finally connected to one thing in this crazy new world. Closing your eyes, you breathed deeply, taking stock of your situation. You had two options as you saw it: one, run for the hills; two, calm down and see how it all played out. Fear or perhaps fatigue pushed you towards the later, and you resolved to relax and put your faith in the two men who had brought you here.

The shower felt good. The water pressure was amazing and you let the hot stream wash away as much pain as it could. You laughed suspiciously when you found your favorite soap and shampoo waiting for you. Dean had been right, everything you needed was right there.

You dried yourself and stood in front of the mirror, staring at the suddenly unfamiliar face that greeted you. There were new lines by your mouth, a deep crease between your eyes that had never been there before, and streaks of silver growing from your temple. Could so much have happened in three years to age you thusly? You looked down, your eyes filling with tears as you saw various scars, old and new, peppering the landscape of your once pristine figure. Red and white lines and closed holes greeted you in the mirror, marring your skin. You spun around to inspect your backside and saw a large black tattoo on your right shoulder. It was a sun with a pentagram in the center; nothing that you would have ever picked for yourself and you wondered what had come over you. Never had you even considered getting inked.

Sadness and understanding slammed into you like a Mac Truck, hitting you in the chest as you looked at your reflection. This was all real. They could have invented the story and set up a fake room; but your scars told the truth.

Without much difficulty you found your way back to the main part of the bunker, pausing in the archway that lead to the War Room when you heard the guys talking about you. You hung back, pressing yourself against the cold wall.

“I can’t do this Sammy, this isn’t right.” Dean was pacing, running his hands through his spiky hair as he argued with his brother.

“You’re absolutely right Dean. This isn’t right,” Sam sat up in his seat, resting his arms on the glowing table before him. “You shouldn’t have told her. We should have made something up and dropped her off at a bus station.”

Dean froze, his eyes narrowing in disgust. “Could you really have done that? Could you really have tossed her aside like that? Thrown her away after everything! How can you say that!”

“She could have gotten out Dean! It should have been her choice.”

“This is the only choice! This is her life; it’s our life! It’s my…”

Sam saw you lingering in the doorway and held his hand up, stopping Dean’s rampage. He stood up and cleared his throat, walking towards you. “Hey, you feeling OK?”

“Yeah, I think. Well... no, but I’ll be fine.” You rubbed the backs of your arms, your hands crossed over your chest. “Hey, if it matters, I’m glad you told me.” You looked between the two brothers, nodding as you spoke, reassuring them and hoping to stop the fight. “I mean, it sucks, but there’s all this time missing, a whole chunk of my life just...gone. I want it back.”

“So you believe us?” Dean asked, his eyes searching your face.

You nodded. “I do. It’s all a little ridiculous; I have no memory of anything. This place, you guys, nothing. But, I believe you.” You looked up at the ceiling, trying to keep your plentiful supply of tears from spilling again. “I’m old,” you laughed. “I’ve got wrinkles and gray hair. I’m covered in scars that I don’t remember getting. I’m pretty sure I broke my nose at some point, it’s a little curvy in the middle.”

“Yeah, twice actually,” Dean said with a laugh.

“Twice!” you threw your arms up in the air, shaking your head and letting your hands come to rest in your hair. “You see? I should know how I broke my nose - twice. I need to know. I need to know what’s happened to me.”

“We’re gonna figure this out Y/N, it’ll just take some time.” Sam spoke up in his calming voice, and you relaxed again, laying your trust in his big hands.

“OK. What do we do first?”

He shrugged, “Why don’t you walk around a bit, see if anything comes back to you. This could all be a simple case of amnesia.”

“And if it’s not?” You asked, afraid to hear the answer.

Dean came forward and placed his hand on your shoulder. You looked down at it but didn't move away this time. “Let's worry about that later, OK? You hungry?”

“I could eat.”

He smiled broadly, flashing his perfect teeth, “There's my girl.”

You flinched and he pulled away, afraid he had stepped over a line. You strained to give him a smile and raised your eyebrows, “Kitchen?”

You wished you could say that the kitchen was as you remembered it, but that would be a lie; it was just as unfamiliar to you as everything else had been since you woke up. Dean lead you inside and stuck his head in the refrigerator, rummaging around for something to eat. He called to you over his shoulder as he pulled out leftover containers. “I feel like spaghetti. We’ve got some from the other night. You cool with that?”

You pulled up a chair at the little table and laughed, “Huh, I thought you were gonna say burgers.”

His head popped out of the cooler and he turned to you with wide eyes. “Did...did you remember that?”

His smile faded when he saw the look on your face, negating his excitement. “No, I just… you’re a guy so i figured you’d eat burgers and stuff. Should I remember that? Is that like a thing that I should know? Are you a burger freak?” You looked at him, his sadness cutting you deeply for a reason you couldn’t fathom. “I’m so sorry Dean, I want to remember, I do. Why wouldn’t I? I mean… I’m so sorry please don’t be mad.”

He closed the door and came to you, kneeling down on the tiled floor in front of you. “Sweetheart, I’m not mad at you.” He reached out to touch you, to take your hand but stopped, not wanting to feel you pull away again. “I could never be mad at you. I’m… this is just hard is all.”

You took a studdering breath and looked into his eyes. He was hurting, you could tell. “Dean, were we...I mean, did we ever…” You didn’t know how to ask what you wanted to know. His reactions to you this entire time told you there was more to your story together than he had admitted thus far, but you didn’t want to assume anything. You always thought that being in love was something you would remember.

Dean shook his head, “We don’t need to talk about that right now. It’s OK.” He looked down and away from you.

“Hey,” you said happily, trying to break the morose mood in the room. “I’m starving. Take a seat, I’ll whip something up.”

Dean smiled and agreed, climbing up from the floor into the chair behind him. He watched as you flitted about the room, easily finding the instruments and ingredients you needed. You didn’t need to ask for a thing; your hands seemed to know where they were going without your guidance and soon you had two rather large ham and cheese sandwiches on the table. You put your hands on your hips, smiling down at the plates, proud of yourself. “Oh! Almost forgot,” you said, turning back to the fridge. “Heh, ‘almost forgot’. Obviously.” You laughed and pulled two beers from the door, bringing them back to the table. You set one down in front of Dean and looked around for a bottle opener for the other. Finding none, you leaned the cap on the edge of the table and tapped it, snapping the top off easily.

For a moment the world went fuzzy. You put the bottle down and closed your eyes, gripping the edge of the table as a wave of dizziness hit you full on. You swayed, groaning slightly as a pain ripped through your head. “Whoa…”

Dean hopped to his feet, gripping your shoulders to steady you. “Y/N!”

“I’m OK. I’m OK,” you waved him away and rubbed your forehead. “I think… I think I remember this.” You looked around the room. Things were coming back to you slowly; strangely, not in scenes so much as lists. The glasses and mugs were kept in the second cabinet from the right above the sink. Except for Sam’s mug that he liked to hide in the first cabinet so no one else used it. The doors under the sink held trash bags and rags and heavy duty stain remover. The contents of the room flooded back to you; filling you with wild excitement. “Dean! I remember!”

His eyes lit up, happiness spreading across his freckled face. “That’s amazing! You remember everything? How…?”

“Well not, everything,” you confessed. “But I know that there’s an insane amount of salt in the pantry and about a year’s worth of microwave popcorn.” You moved about, gesturing to things around the room as you remembered them; pointing and naming them like a toddler. “There’s a broom…” you opened a skinny door by the pantry, “yup, right here. And cereal! Sam likes Corn Flakes… they’re above the fridge; and I always dump two spoonfuls of sugar on mine because they taste like…”

“Cardboard,” Dean finished for you.

“Yeah. Cardboard.” You froze and took a deep breath, a tiny glimmer of hope that everything would be OK passed over you and you smiled.

Dean came forward, ready to wrap you in his arms, but you flinched unconsciously. He backed away, the smile fading quickly from his lips.

“You still don’t know me.” It wasn’t a question. He knew.

“No, I’m sorry. Just the kitchen I guess. I’m really sorry Dean.”

“Don’t be,” he said with a sigh. “Let’s eat, huh? Ain’t nothing some food can’t fix.”

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