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mystra-midnight · 7 months

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Girls on Film

summary: sam winchester was a fiend, a downright dirty demon. and that was why, since that day, he'd fucked you every way he could—in every room of the bunker, in the back-seat of the Impala, in some dark, dirty ally, in a church confessional for crying out loud.

warnings: 18+ only. anal. squirting. fingering. taking photos during. brief mentions of subspace. kinda mean sam.

words: 900.

notes: consider this to be in the same world as 'language of lust' but it can absolutely be its own stand alone blurb. honestly this was one a self indulgent; guess i'm just a slut for sam.

This wasn't the first time Sam had had you like this—spread out on his bed with his cock buried in your ass. Ever since your first Latin lesson with him, you've learned Sam Winchester was not as innocent as he seemed to be. Those sad eyes, the ones that looked like he'd just watched his puppy get kicked, were a perfect ruse, and you'd fallen for them hook, line, and sinker.

Sam Winchester was a fiend, a downright dirty demon. And that was why, since that day, he'd fucked you every way he could—in every room of the bunker, in the back-seat of the Impala, in some dark, dirty ally, in a church confessional for crying out loud. In the last few months, you’d cum on his cock more times than you had with all of your exes combined.

It was almost as though your body was mapped for him.

"Come on," he cooed from above you, the drip in his tone positively mocking. You covered your face with your hands to hide the tears ebbing on your lash line and to hide yourself from the bright flash of the poloroid camera. A dozen of them lay on the bed with you, each one showing you in a compromised position: your cunt stretched wide around his mammoth cock, drool and cum dripping from your lips, your tits marked with a tapestry of his teeth, and your ass gripping his cock like a lifeline. But there was one in particular he wanted—one you'd get to let him take.

"I know you want to, baby, pussy's gripping me like a fucking vice. Just let go."

"It's embarrassing," you mumbled into your palms. Both of his hands were busy, one of them keeping the camera steady as he snapped shots of himself fucking your ass, the other hand busy fingering your cunt, the tips of his long fingers abusing that sweet spot that had you straining to close your legs. It wasn't as though this would be the first time he'd made you squirt.

The pressure was like nothing else; the relief was a sensation out of this world. The last time you'd spent half an hour floating in the clouds, his soft voice slowly luring you back to the world when you wanted to float out of your body forever.

"It's not," Sam challenged as he started a slow circle around your clit with his thumb. You mewled at the sensation, your nub sensitive from the previous four orgasms he'd drawn from you. You grappled wildly at his wrist, your hips rolling instinctively to grind against his fingers as the pressure started to mount. "Hottest thing I've ever fucking seen. I love it when you soak my dick, baby.”

As though to empathise his point, Sam pulled out, letting his dick slip from your tight ass with a pornographic pop. The camera went off again with a bright flash, capturing the image of slick dripping from your drenched folds, sliding down the crack of your ass, and pooling beneath you. You would have complained, perhaps slapped at him, had he not thrust back into you with his fingers and cock, hitting that sweet spot from different angles.

Your back bowed into a perfect arch as pleasure seared through your veins and twisted your stomach into knots until you were keening. His pace was hard and fast—merciless. "S-Sam! Oh, fuck, please, please." He knew what you wanted, even when you didn’t know yourself. It was a flash of lightening behind your scrunched-close eyes. It was a static shock encompassing all of you until your limbs were wracked with pins and needles. It was a pressure unlike any other, and the sudden release.

You clenched tight around him, both his fingers and his cock, and then it happened. You spasmed beneath him, a moaning, babbling, incoherent mess as your fifth orgasm ripped through you like a freight train with its breaks cut. You tossed your head from side to side, tears spilling down your cheeks as you gasped, moaned, and grabbed at his wrist in an effort to push him away.

Only after he'd sissorred his fingers inside your gummy walls and felt the first splash of moisture did he pull them from you, watching with greedy eyes as your pretty cunt clenched around nothing, and then again as you squirted. You vaguely heard the click of the camera and saw the flash as you floated into the clouds with your chest heaving.

"That's it, pretty girl, just like that." Sam grunted through his teeth. He fucked your ass with deep strokes, his rhythm stuttering as his own orgasm raced through him. The camera flashed again as you arched, deepening the bow in your back as you continued to cum, your thighs shaking violently as you kept squirting. You came down from the clouds with Sam collapsed atop you, bracing himself on a forearm resting on the bed by your head, his long hair damp, and beads of sweat dripping from his nose and into the crook of your neck.

You were still trembling. You felt his cock softening in your ass and hissed when he pulled out, watching as your hole puckered and leaked and how his cum mingled with yours on the mattress. He took one more picture of you like that, fucked stupid, and made a mental note not to put it in Dean's wallet.

"Swear you hit the fucking ceiling this time."

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 1 year

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༉‧₊˚. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐬 || 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

― pairing: sam winchester x plus size!reader

― summary: you've always had bad periods, so when the pain of your cramps grow to be too much, you're finally ready to take advantage of your human heating-pad.

― warnings: menstruating (obvi), sitting in sam's lap (another obvi), non-sexual intimacy, period cramps, pads, bloating.

⋆ a/n: okay, this is probably one of my favorite parts in this whole mini-series, simply because i feel like i'm on the verge of death whenever i'm on my period. the money i would pay to have sam coddle me is ridiculous.

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Sam was an all-around sweet man, you know he'd never judge you for how much you weigh — hell the guy was dating you for pete sake — plus he was also built like a damn bear, so you have no idea why you still hesitated to sit on his lap, you'd probably feel like a feather compared to how you thought you'd actually feel. No matter how desperate you were to avoid putting your body weight onto his, when your period rolled around, you always yearned to be close to Sam, or at least be consumed by some part of him.

You were tired of ignoring that nagging feeling in your chest everytime you denied yourself the privilege of being on top of him, to indulge in his large body could ease your cramps; so on one of your worst days, you put on your thickest and longest pad paired up with some warm loose pants and a metallica shirt. You walked down the hallway of the bunker and towards the library where you knew your human heating-pad resided.

Your body was thrumming in excitement as your arm was thrown over your large stomach that felt 10x bigger due to your bloating; it didn't matter if you at the most miniscule of foods, you'd blow up to the size of a hot air balloon.

You knew you probably looked like a sick child the way you waddled over to the man that was sat at the table in the middle of the room.

"Hey baby," Sam greeted you with a smile, putting a bookmark in the book that he was reading. He knew that even if he talked to you while facing his book that you'd probably get teary eyed about it, so he knew that he had to give you his undivided attention, and he honestly didn't have a problem with it.

"Hey." You sighed out, grabbing his hand. He allowed you to play with the limb, but then you gripped it tightly, pulling him up off of the wooden chair.

"Woah!" Sam yelped. "I just— C'mon, yeah?" You asked. He chuckled a bit, "Okay hun, I'm comin'." His smile held nothing but admiration as you tugged him all the way to the living room where you pushed him down gently on the couch and straddled him, throwing your arms around his neck.

"Is something wrong, babe?" He was used to you being clingy, but not the 'Climb-on-his-lap' kind of clingy. He knew it was something you avoided, but he didn't want to question it in risk of putting you off. "Nothin's wrong, I'm just not feeling good, you know cramps 'nd all that stuff." You murmured into his neck. "I'm sorry, your warmth just feels really really good, and it's helping me a lot." You let out a pleasure filled sigh as the stabbing pain in your stomach slowly began to fade into nothing but a dull ache. It wasn't any better, but it was definitely an upgrade.

"It's alright, babe, you could've just told me you wanted to lay on me." There was a smile in his voice as he spoke, his large hands settling themselves on your hips and caressing your body, soothing your tense body further into a state of relaxation. "I should've done this before." You were talking asleep as you said that, finally feeling like you were in a state of peace. "Yes, you really should've." Because he was enjoying this way more than you.

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OMG OMG maybe something with prince! sam winchester x knight! reader ? i think that would be so cute 😭

( hope you don't mind me requesting this lol <3 )

Wait stop that’s so cute- I think I might make this a tag and take more requests for it loll

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“Your highness,” You cleared your throat, clasping your hands behind your back, “The court is ready for you.”

Sam looked over his shoulder at you and nodded once, but didn’t move to go into the awaiting room like you had thought he would.

“What do you think of all of this?” He asked you instead, taking you by surprise.

You had been assigned as the princes personal guard for the past two months now ever since it was announced that his brother, Dean, would be rising to the throne, and the younger royal never ceased to amaze you.

“Think about what, sire?” You asked after beat.

He waved a hand, turning to face you, “About… all of it. The balls, the meetings. All the… traditions taking place for my elder brothers coronation.”

You blinked once. Twice. But when your vision cleared, Samuel Winchester still stood before you, earnestly staring as if your opinion on the topic actually mattered.

“I-um…” You stammered, “I think it’s all a bit unnecessary.” You sputtered it out without even thinking, and right away you wanted to reel the words right back in.

But instead of being insulted or disgusted as he should have been, Sam let out a booming laugh that made your heart skip a beat.

“I think you’re right, general.” He grinned at you, bright teeth nearly blinding you.

After a moment, he sobered up, but still smiled softly at you, “Now, I believe I have an unnecessarily boring meeting to attend to in terms of my brothers crowning.”

He was… teasing you. The prince was teasing you.

You were left there, standing speechless as Sam made his way into the hall and towards the waiting room.

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01x19

Season One Episode Nineteen: Provenances

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The Hudson Valley Beacon newspaper sits between you and Sam “Couple’s throats slashed in own home” written in bold letters right on the front page. You grimace and put your hand on the paper and Sam sighs. “Gruesome, huh?” You nod and he waves at Dean from across the bar. He’s leaning over some girl with that look in his eyes that’s reserved for only securing a hookup and you can almost hear him groaning as he has to walk away.

He walks over with two beers and although yours is sitting in front of you, now flat and warm, you grab one from his hands. Sam doesn’t seem to notice or care, so you sip on it as it talks. “I think I’ve got something,” he tells his brother.

“Oh, yeah, me too,” Dean smirks and looks back at the girl at the bar. Her hair is blonde and goes down to the middle of her back and she looks skanky. You don’t say anything. “I think we need to take a little shore leave. Just for a little bit. What do you think, huh?” Dean asks. “I’m so in the door with this one.” All three of you look at her and Sam finds the whole thing amusing as always, so he teases Dean.

“What are we today, Dean? Rock stars? Amy rangers?”

“Reality TV scouts. Looking for people with special skills,” Dean replies quickly. The smile on his face grows as you watch him and the words leave your lips just as quickly.

“And what’s her special skill?” Dean laughs your question away and you roll your eyes as he takes a sip of his beer, nodding it toward the girl at the bar. “We have a case here,” you speak again when he doesn’t acknowledge you. “If you don’t mind paying attention.” Sam chokes a laugh and Dean whips his head toward you. You smile at him and tap the newspaper with your fingers. “Mark and Ann Telesca of New Paltz, New York were both found dead in their home just a few days ago.” Dean mumbles and looks back at the girl. She waves and throws her hair over her shoulder. You speak louder. “Their throats were slit and there were no fingerprints, no murder weapons,” you continue on but it’s painfully obviously he’s no longer paying attention so you throw your arms across your chest and pout. “I give up,” you say to Sam.

“Dean?” Sam calls, getting his attention. “No prints. No weapons. All doors and windows were locked from the inside.”

Dean nods and says, “could just be a garden-variety murder. Who dug this one up? Her?” He laughs and nods his head toward you and you furrow your eyebrows. “Oh, yn, you know I’m teasing. What else you got?”

“Dad says differently,” Sam pulls the journal from under the newspaper you were looking at. It’s still open to the page you guys were reading earlier. As Sam explains, he points at the map on the page. Three red dots all in the same area of New York. Each a different murder. “First one, 1912. Second one in 1945, and the third in 1970. All the same M.O as the Telescas - the throats were slit.”

Dean looks down at the page and you can see his brain working behind his eyes. “Still think I don’t know what I’m talking about?” You snap. Dean's eyes flash to you and then back to the paper.

“It’s worth checking out,” Dean finally agrees. “We can’t pick this up until first thing, though, right?”

“Yeah,” Sam says. Dean smiles, mumbles a great, and darts away from the table. You can hear him from your table and you roll your eyes, pushing yourself away from the back of your chair.

“He’s relentless,” you complain. Sam laughs and shrugs his shoulders, seemingly unbothered by Dean’s antics. You don’t let it bother you because Sam is smiling at you the way you like and he grabs your hand.

“Maybe. But at least he’ll be gone all night, right?”

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Dean’s hungover the next morning, rolling out of bed barely alive it seems. He throws sunglasses on his face to hide his baggy eyes but you see them and you laugh. “Was she worth it, at least?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He mumbles and pushes past you toward the Impala. The sun is bright and the day is warm and Sam kisses the top of your head where your hair is collecting the heat.

“What's up with you guys lately?” He asks and you knit your face together and look up at him. “You guys have been short with each other. It’s not normal.”

“He’s just hungover,” you try to explain it away but it wasn’t the drinking that bothered you or even that he could barely hold a conversation the night before without looking at somebody's ass. It was more than that but you don’t tell Sam that, you just get into the backseat and stay behind Dean so he can’t look at you.

You go inside the Telesca’s house with Sam and sweep the house with EMF. You check for anything out of the ordinary but there isn’t anything. The house seems perfect except for the fact that it’s completely empty. There isn’t a piece of furniture in sight. “Isn’t that weird? That all their stuff is gone?” You ask Sam as you check the living room for the second time.

“I guess so. There are no signs of anything paranormal here, though,” he says, looking back up the set of stairs that had nail holes from a stair runner that’s now gone.

“What if it wasn’t the house but something in it? How are we gonna find it all?” Sam just shrugs and he nods his head for you to leave the house. Dean is passed out in the car, his head leaning against the window. Sam shushes you and holds out his palm telling you to stop moving so you do. You don’t even put your hand on the door handle. Sam can’t help but smile as he reaches his arm inside of his open window and smashes his fist on the horn. Long and hard. It’s so loud it makes you jump but then you laugh at Dean who’s startled awake and strings together a line of profanity.

“Not cool, man,” he says as you get inside of the car but Sam is just laughing which makes you laugh, too.

“The house is clean,” you tell Dean. “We check the history of the house last night and there’s no evidence that it’s ever been haunted. Nothing weird about the Telesca’s either.” Dean tips his glasses off his face and sinks further down into his seat.

“Well if it’s not the house and it’s not the people, then maybe it’s the contents. A cursed object or something,” he suggests.

“The house is clean,” Sam says again.

“Yeah, yeah, you said that,” Dean says.

“No, it's empty. No furniture, nothing,” Sam clarifies. This gets Dean’s attention and he sits up further and you’re hoping for something profound to come out of his mouth to make it make sense but instead he asks the question you both have been thinking the entire time: “where’s all their stuff?”

It wasn’t really hard to find the estate sale online. It’s a huge attraction it seems: rich family dies young, everything must go. You three stand out like a sore thumb. Not just you and your street clothes but the Impala, too. Every other car is pristine and expensive and the Impala was barely hanging on. Everyone stood around in suits and drinking champagne and they were shopping like it was a fucking furniture store and not dead people’s belongings. It made you shiver. “Estate sales are like garage sales for W.A.S.P.S if you ask me,” Dean complains as he snatches an hors d’oeurve off a waiter.

“Can I help you three?” A voice booms from behind you and you whip around to an older man wearing a tuxedo and too much gel in his hair.

Dean smacks his food next to you and you elbow him in the side, making him groan. “I’d like some champagne, please.”

The man’s face drops, clearly offended by the question and you can hear yourself audibly gasp as you look up at Dean. “He’s not a waiter,” you hiss as Sam introduces himself as Sam Connors this time.

“This is my brother Dean and our friend YN. we’re art dealers with Connors Limited,” Sam explains. You tug on your t-shirt as you nod.

“I’m Daniel Blake. This is my auction house. Now, this is a private showing and I don’t remember seeing you on the guest list,” the man says. He looks down at you as his sentence wraps up and you want to recoil into Sam’s chest but you stand up straighter instead.

“We’re there, Chuckles. Just need to take another look,” Dean says with his mouth full. You pinch his arm and he doesn’t react. A waiter walks up behind you with a tray of champagne and Dean takes one. “Finally.” He sniffs the champagne and Sam tells Daniel Blake cheers and you shuffle away.

“Are you still drunk?” You hiss at Dean once you’re out of earshot and he laughs, taking a swig of the champagne.

“No but you should loosen up some,” he suggests. Instead of arguing with him, you grab the glass from his fingers and finish it off. You set it down on an empty tray as you walk by. You can see Dean smirk at you out of the corner of your eye as you walk away from the boys. Your fingers dance on the expensive vases and statues in the room and you wonder how someone can live like this. With so much that they don’t need. “Look at that ugly thing,” Dean mumbles from behind you. You turn around to see a painting almost bigger than you are with a family staring straight back at you. A little girl holding a stuffed bunny and everyone else with a look of distaste written in their eyes.

“A fine example of American primitive, wouldn’t you say?” Someone says from behind you. She’s descending the stairs and hair is pinned up and her dress is all black, hitting right above her ankles and she is beautiful. Dean smacks Sam’s arm and you don’t like her, you decide.

“Well, I’d say it’s more Grant Wood than Grandma Moses,” Sam says when she reaches the three of you. She laughs and looks down at her feet and you swear she’s blushing. “But you knew that. You just wanted to see if I did.”

“Guilty,” she says. “And clumsy, I apologize. I’m Sarah Blake.” She sticks her hand out to Sam and when the waiter comes around with more food and champagne, this time, you grab your own.

“I’m Sam,” he says. “This is Dean and YN,” he introduces you. You smile at her with your mouth full of mini wieners and she looks at you like she’s better than you.

“Can we get you guys any more food?” Dean shakes his head at her and she turns back to Sam and you can feel your blood boiling inside of you. Your chest tightening and your fist clenching. “So, can I help you with something?” She asks.

At the same time you blurt out the word no, Sam tells her yes. Everyone looks at you and Sam’s screaming at you with his eyes so you gesture toward him and take a step back. “Sorry about her,” he says with a chuckle to try and ease the tension but it’s still there. You can feel it in your gut. “What can you tell us about the Telesca estate?”

“The whole thing is pretty grisly if you ask me. Selling their things this soon. But Dad’s right about one thing: sensationalism brings out the crowds. Even the rich ones.” She’s trying to be funny but you don’t laugh because you don’t think she’s funny. Sam smiles.

“Is it possible to see the provinences?” He asks her.

“I’m afraid there isn't any chance of that,” Daniel Blake says before Sarah has a chance to answer and you’ve never been so glad to get busted in your life. He knows you lied. And he’s here to kick you out and you can finally breathe.

“Why not?” Sam asks.

“Because you’re not on the guest list. It’s time for you to leave,” he says.

“Don’t gotta ask me twice,” you mumble and push between the boys.

“Apparently you do,” Daniel says. His voice is directed toward you and you snap your head at him and open your mouth and Sam’s voice comes out instead.

“We don’t want any trouble, we’ll go,” he says. Dean puts his hand on the small of your back and guides you away.

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You don’t speak the whole drive to the hotel and thankfully Dean asks the question you were wondering yourself: “Grant Woods. Grandma Roses, what the hell was that all about?”

“I took an Art History class. It was good for talking to girls,” Sam admits.

“Yeah, seems to have worked,” you snap. Sam looks at you amused more than anything and you don’t look back at him. You push yourself past Dean and into the room and you hear Dean laugh and say: “it’s like I don’t even know you.” Your feet stop you in your tracks and the boys run into your body. They’re about to start questioning you when their eyes see what you see: a disco-themed hotel room. Black and silver everything: wallpaper, bedding, furniture. There are silver beads hanging from the ceiling and a silver divider made up of circles separates the living space from the sleeping space and in unison, you all mumble “huh.”

You throw your stuff down on the bed as Dean asks, “what is this providence you asked for?”

“Provenance,” Sam corrects. “It’s a certificate of origin, like a biography, you know? We can use them to track the history of the pieces. See if anything’s got a freaky past.” You unpack your bag as he talks. The wallpaper is starting to hurt your eyes so you lay down on the bed and cover your eyes with your arm.

“Don’t think we’re getting anything out of Chuckles, but, Sarah,” Dean says, smacking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. You peak under your arm at him.

“What about Sarah?” You ask too loudly.

“Maybe you can get her to write it all down on a cocktail napkin,” Sam teases, clearly not picking up what Dean was insinuating so you handed it to him on a silver platter.

“Not him, you idiot. You.” Sam looks over at you, shocked but you’re not looking at him. You can’t and don’t want to.

“No, no, no, no,” Sam says quickly. “Pick-ups are your thing,” he says to Dean. “Besides, we’re together.” Sam knocks his knuckle on the bottom of your shoe and you still don’t look at him. You want to say yes but you don’t.

“It wasn’t my butt she was checking out,” Dean says, holding his hand to his chest.

“So what you’re saying is you want me to use her for information?” Sam asks. He doesn’t sound particularly averse to the suggestion and now, you look at him. He’s looking at Dean and he’s skeptical.

“Yes. That’s what we’re saying,” you say. Both boys look at you. Dean more proud than anything and Sam, well, he just looks hurt. “If she likes you, you do what you need to do to get those providences.”

“Provenances,” Dean corrects you.

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You sit on the edge of the bed, your knee shaking up and down so quickly Dean puts his hand on your thigh to stop you. “Would you stop freaking out?” He doesn’t sound annoyed, just exasperated.

“Why did I tell him to do that? She was too eager. Did she seem eager to you? Did he?” The questions come flying out of your mouth so fast Dean doesn’t have a chance to answer any of them except for one.

“Sometimes, you gotta take one for the team,” he says. “That means you, too. I’m sure he didn’t want to go.”

“What if she wants to kiss him at the end of the night? That’s what you do on dates, right? I wouldn’t know.” You shake your head. You had never been on a real date before. Sure, you hooked up with people before Sam came back around but that was different. You were never taken out. You were never escorted to a fancy table with a candle in the center and then walked to your front door where they kissed you under the ugly fluorescent light of the porch. Kissing is what they did, right?

“He’s not going to kiss her, would you relax? He loves you.” The word startles you and your head snaps to Dean. “You didn’t know?” He laughs. “Always has. Took you two long enough.” You did know, deep inside. You don’t answer him and your leg starts to shake again but Dean’s hand is still holding you steady.

“You can move your hand now,” you tell him.

“Are you going to start bouncing your leg again?” He asks. You nod. “Then I’m not moving my hand.”

It’s late when Sam finally comes back. Later than you anticipated but you fell asleep on Dean’s lap to the sound of him sharpening a knife. Sam barely wakes you when he comes in but Dean shakes you awake. The tie he was wearing is now off and his shirt is unbuttoned and he’s rifling through some papers. You sit up and away from Dean, suddenly very aware of how close you two are. “Are those them?” You ask. Sam looks at you solemnly and nods. He’s sitting at the table with his back mostly toward you and Dean. His eyes barely catch yours for a moment.

“She just handed the providences right over?” Dean asks, still sharpening his knife.

“Provenances.” Sam corrects, again, sounding very tired.

“Provenances,” Dean tastes the word in his mouth but Sam keeps talking.

“Yes, we went back to her place. I got a copy of the papers.” he says. Your eyes narrow at him but he doesn’t look up at you. Dean stiffens beside you.

“And?” He pushes even though you wish he wouldn’t.

“And nothing. I left.” He says over his shoulder.

“You didn’t have to con her or do her any special favors?” Dean asks.

“Would you stop?” You ask him. Dean looks at you and his eyes soften and he mouths I’m sorry and you forgive him. Just like that. He swipes the knife against the sharper.

“I think I got something here,” Sam says. Dean gets up and walks over to him, taking the papers that Sam flung over his shoulder. He still doesn’t look at you.

“Portrait of Isaiah Merchant’s family, painted 1910,” Dean reads.

“Now compare the names of the wonders with Dad’s journal,” Sam tells him. You scramble across the bed to where the journal sits open to the page. It’s like Sam’s brain stores information like this, always keeping it in his back pocket for a rainy day.

“First purchased in 1912 to Peter Sims,” Dean reads.

“Peter Sims murdered in 1912,” you read back to him. Dean looks over at you and then back down at the paper in his hands. He crosses the room to you and you show him the book because you know he wouldn’t believe you otherwise. His eye flash from his paper to the journal and back again. “Same thing in 1945?” You ask. Dean nods. “1970?” He nods again.

“Then stored until it was donated to a charity auction last month, where the Telesca’s bought it,” Sam says. He throws one of his legs over his knee and rests his ankle on it, grabbing at the ends of his jeans. He’s smug and normally you’d like it but right now it makes you mad.

“So what? Is it haunted? Cursed?” You ask Dean. He juts out his lower lip in thought and bobs his head from side to side.

“Either way, it’s toast.”

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whorefordean · 7 months

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⛧ supernatural masterlist ⛧

* indicates smut - mdni

dean winchester

four months

is this love

space for you

learn to let me go

not god*

to hell and back

to soothe your pain

one more*

ghost of you

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babydollfoster · 10 months

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First Date with Team Free Will

a/n: i honest to god don’t think i’ve posted a fic on here despite how much i talk about it >_<!! so here’s somethin i threw together in the span of a couple of hours because i’m on a rewatch and i’m halfway thru s4 and i LOVE the boys:( so here! proof i can write, not just talk about it! also afaik you can read this as any gender :) fem, masc, neither, both… don’t think there’s any defining qualities. much love!

pairings: sam winchester/reader, dean winchester/reader, castiel/reader

warnings: fluff, implied sexual content (w/ dean)

SAM

he’s SUCH a romantic. god, look at him, just- when he asked you, so sweet ‘nd kind, if he could take you out some night, how could you say no? dean gives his blessing by handing over the impala’s keys the next day and you and sam end up at a secondhand bookstore. you judge books by their covers and eventually settle on swapping something you enjoyed for the other’s; sam slips you a book called their eyes were watching god (“don’t- don’t give me that look. the title isn’t ‘cringe’! it’s beautiful. i promise you’ll enjoy it.”) and you hand rebecca over with a beaming grin, which falls into a look of surprise when you learn he hasn’t read it (“it’s a classic! how- okay, it’s a slow start, but you’ll love it.”) you grab takeout (your pick, sam insisted) and end up at a park, rolling a dusty picnic blanket out from the depths of the trunk and sitting under a tree, swapping quips and comments every once in a while. eventually, you end up with your head in sam’s lap and his hand in your hair, neither of you paying attention to your books no more, no, now you’re just… talking. it’s domestic and loving and romantic so you sit up, weasel your way into sammy’s lap and kiss him so delicately and he does the same back until you’re both almost devouring each other, literally stealing the other’s breath until you pull away, panting and giggling until sam whispers, “can we do this again?” and you whisper “every single day, sam.”

DEAN — MDNI, 16+

he sticks to the classics. he takes you out for dinner at the nearest diner and a midnight showing of whatever horror movie is out right now. you share a bucket of popcorn as you’re snuggled in the back right corner, cackling at cheesy jumpscares (“oh, i’m sooo scared.” “shut up, dee!”) and dry fake screams before you stumble back into baby after having smuggled in a flask of whiskey and collapse into the front bench, still too buzzed to drive, and kiss each other until your heads spin and the stars blur into one. eventually you pull away long enough for dean to drive you to the motel and you collapse into bed together; nothing happens, no, not on his first date with you. he wants to treat you right, sweetheart, but you’re both stripped down to your underwear nonetheless and hold each other close like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do. the next morning, on the other hand, once the headache has set in and you’re oh so beautiful in the morning light, dean settles himself between your legs and noses your thighs apart. who are you to say no when dean’s right there and ready, huh?

CASTIEL

cas hasn’t ‘dated’, not on earth, certainly not in heaven, but he rifled through his host’s distant memories and took some inspiration from when jimmy courted amelia. so when cas slips his hands into yours one darkened evening, standing on the sidewalk in light rain, and asks if he ‘could take you out sometime’, you smirk and say, “how’d you learn that one?” but you agree nonetheless, and let the angel take the reigns. he whisks you away, dropping a message to sam and dean that you’re both in california and will be for the next three days and not to worry, he’ll bring you back unharmed (the boys freak, but you both ignore their calls). he takes you window-shopping, you eat at famous spots in LA and spend a little too much money, you sit atop the hollywood sign and learn the constellations, you teach cas how to have fun late one night at the beach and when you’re both breathless, backs covered in sand as you stare up at the heavens, he turns his head to you and asks, “may i kiss you?” and you whisper, “i thought you’d never ask.” and sure, he’s a little clueless, but he’s confident in how he has the rest of forever to learn how to please you, the way a human would.

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pinkiebieberpie · 9 months

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Hiii I’ve seen a lot of Dean requests so I was hoping maybe you could do hcs with Sam about what he’d be like as your husband

hii!! i was waiting for some sam requests 🥹🫣 thank you for it!! ❤️

SAM WINCHESTER AS YOUR HUSBAND HEADCANONS

he wants to have just a normal life with you,

i can imagine you meeting when he was on a hunt with dean, working a case that was somehow related to you and it was love from the first sight,

he is the sweetest and most loving husband in the world, trust me!!

he would cook for you (always something healthy!!),

lazy mornings with him are the best, just the two of you, he is hugging you tight 🥺 you are just talking about anything and everything, no rush, no monsters to hunt, just time for you two lovebirds,

"i'm so lucky i have you, y/n"

he is still hunting but it's more like a side job, he's mostly doing research for other hunters (and you are helping him like a good wifey you are 😇),

dinner dates!!! and long walks!!!

for some reason i can imagine you to going camping once a year as a anniversary trip,

sam wants kids but it's not something he wants super fast in marriage, let's just enjoy being a married couple without the kids first,

but you have a dog,

READING TOGETHER WHEN IT'S RAINING OUTSIDE 🥺🥺

sam knows how to be romantic but he would choke you if you'll ask him,

husband sam and honesty every sam is a dom for me and he knows how to make you feel good,

dude is huge so for every size differece enjoyers just think about being under him 😮‍💨😮‍💨 brain dead,

aftercare is very important to him!!!

"hi baby, do you wanna go for a little trip over the weekend?" spontaneous trips almost every weekend,

when you are trying for a baby he is even more caring and affectionate,

forehead kisses!! lots of them!!

"do you need anything?" *puppy eyes*

"you are making me so happy, i want to make you happy, too"

a bit of breeding kink;

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underground-secret · 5 months

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The Hunter and the Witch~ Dean Winchester x f!reader

Description: Sam confronts Y/N on her feelings for his brother.

Warnings: basically none but it is a little angsty. Sam playing cupid. Also Sam might be ooc- sorry

Tag list: @jesllianaquilesrolonsworld @okayiamkassandra ,

@fablesrose , @ada--44

A/N: Hi! To start off thank you so much for all the support recently I’m truly grateful for you all and i’m so happy to say I have people who seem to enjoy my writing. But on the writing note I just wanted to acknowledge a sort of plot hole:

if you have read the series up to now you probably know that it was said Y/N has a job and kept it (just doing it basically on her laptop alone) even when she went with the boys to find their Dad. I did this because I wanted a sense of independence for her as I felt like this made sense, would she drop anything to help them yes but I also don’t think she would be so quick to give up her life since she had her own house and didn’t hunt 24/7. Now as we are a little bit further into the story I don’t think she would have this job anymore but I also don’t know how to write it into the story and i don’t think i want to write a half chapter just on it (tho this might change). So for the sake of the story you can decide why she dosnt have this writing job anymore,for me I see it as she secretly quit after the skin walker hunt because she realized where her focus needed to go and how tiring hunting full time was. I also don’t think she ever brought it up to the boys out of fear of making them feel guilty, tho they probably figured it out and didn’t say anything either.

Anyways sorry for the rant i’ll let you read this now! And Happy thanksgiving to any and all who celebrate

Word Count: 819

A fool in love

(Master list, Previous Ch, Next Ch)

“Here you go” Sam says, placing a cup of tea in front of me having picked up our drinks from some local place as we sat in the library trying to find a new hunt or any clues to where his Dad could be.

He didn’t have a third cup with him, Dean having not joined us deciding instead to go find a “lead” in a bar.

“Thanks” I mumble before bringing the hot drink to my lips.

He sits down in front of me, shuffling in his chair awkwardly. “Are you okay?” I laugh lightly at his odd movements. He clears his throat, “Yeah, I, uh…can we talk?”

“Of course” I smiled at him, my eyebrows scrunched together slightly.

“Promise you won’t get annoyed” He starts off. I laugh, “Okay? But I don’t know if I can exactly promise anything when I don’t know what you’re gonna say.”

“Just…promise” He held out his pinky to me, something he knew I took very seriously. I smile harder, linking my pinky with his, the very sacred promise now in effect. He studies my face carefully as if to see if I was really serious even with the pinky promise.

He bites the inside of his cheek going silent for a beat before finally speaking, “Why don’t you just tell Dean you love him?”

“Sam-“ I sigh, not knowing what to say. We’ve had this conversation before, years ago, where it was established that Sam knew my feelings for his brother.

“Why would I confess to someone who doesn't feel the same way?” I finally say.

“But he does!” He practically yells, getting weird looks from those who sat around us- library rules and all that. His face flushes a deep pink with embarrassment, “Why is it so hard for you to believe that someone loves you, that he loves you?

“Look where he is right now, at a bar probably getting some girl's number or even leaving with her to hook up. He clearly doesn't feel the same for me as I do him.” I explained, a little frustrated. He doesn't say anything for a while again, “I think he does that to avoid his feelings for you.”

“Yes you think but you do not know and I…” I sigh, “I don’t want to get my hopes up.”

“Don’t you notice the way he stares at you? He couldn’t keep his hands off of you” He points out, referring to the Hook Man case. “That was for a cover” I answer simply.

“There were a lot of times where there wasn’t an excuse for a cover up, like the armchair.” The mere mention of me sitting on Dean's lap makes my face feel hot.

I don’t have anything to counter that, I mean it was just to amplify me being his girlfriend for a cover. That’s what it was.

He becomes all sassy and self assured as he speaks, “See! Deep down you know I'm right, you just don’t wanna admit it. And you know what I noticed?”

“What?” I humor him, making eye contact.

“Every time you get hurt or there’s even a little bit of concern towards you he stops hiding his feelings. It’s like suddenly no other woman exists, only you.

You have to have noticed that at least.”

I bit on my bottom lip in thought, he’s right. I can think of numerous occasions where Dean had ignored very attractive women when I was hurt or in the prospect of danger, exactly as Sam said.

No.

Nope.

Dean Winchester is not in love with me, it isn’t true.

“You know a couple months back” I begin, “I forget which hunt it was. But it was only like a month of being on the road with you guys and through that whole time it hadn’t mattered the circumstance, even when we were in the middle of hunting, or where we were, either way Dean was flirting or hooking up with some girl. And every single time I would feel this…this…pang in my heart or maybe like my heart had dropped into my stomach. Which only made me feel more like a fool.

So it got to a point where I just decided, you know what, I'm gonna force myself. I'm going to pretend that I don’t have feelings for him. That it doesn't pain me to see him like that with other women.

“Did it work?” He asks me, his eyes having a certain solemn look to them.

I sigh for the upteenth time, “No. For some stupid reason I can’t stop loving your brother.” He turns his eyes down towards the table.

I try to catch his eyes, “Do you get what I’m saying?”

He looks back up at me, “Yeah. My brother’s an idiot.”

I choke on my laugh, taking a deep breath before I speak, “Maybe. Or…maybe it just isn’t meant to be.”

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babyjackdaniels · 2 months

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#fox writes imagines #wasn’t exactly sure how to write this short and sweet #maybe I’ll make it a blurb if I get up the guts #spn #supernatural #Dean Winchester #Sam Winchester #spn universe #multiverse travel #multiverse imagine #spn imagine #supernatural imagine #Dean Winchester imagine #Sam Winchester imagine #spn universe imagine

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 1 year

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Sam Winchester request… something that starts of sweet and gentle (he doesn’t want to hurt reader), but ramps up into primal fucking. Biting. Nails digging in. Both Sam and reader fully consenting and enjoying it.

fem!plus size reader, wc: 564. nsfw.

a/n: this one was absolutely insane! i just closed my eyes and allowed my fingers to write! 🙈

Despite Sam's intimidating appearance, he couldn't hurt a fly. He was kind, caring, selfless, family oriented, and all around the guy that you would take home to meet your parents. He hunted things every day, constantly having to be on alert, always having to kill things. So, when it came to your bedroom life, he made sure to worship you, gently loving your body.

Of course, you loved the extra attention, but sometimes you just wanted him to fuck you instead of making love. Maybe that made you selfish, but you wanted him to let go, so fucking badly, because you knew that he could.

You had no idea how long you had been laying there, Sam seethed deep inside of you as he gently rocked his hips, lips attached to yours as you let out miniature moans.

"Sam.." You gasped against his lips, the pads of your fingers putting pressure on his shoulder blades. "Are you okay?" He husked, eyes glazed over with something dark, a clench in his jaw as he matched your gaze. "You can let go." You whispered, head falling back onto his pillows as his lips skidded across the column of your neck. "I don't wanna hurt you." You couldn't help but let out a sound of frustration, "Would that be such a bad thing?" You whined. His lips that were dragging up and down your skin latched onto that sensitive spot below your ear. You yelped at the pain, but a pleasant shiver shot up your spine, your walls clenching around him. He groaned, his hips snapped into you roughly, sending you up the bed slightly.

"Like that, hm? 'Want me to fuck you so good you'll feel it for the next week?" You nodded profusely. "I need you to use your words, pretty girl."

"Yes, yes! Please make me feel it, need to feel it, feel you!" You all but begged. Sam let out a satisfied growl. He allowed his cock to roughly hit your g-spot repeatedly, your pads being replaced with your nails as they dug into him. Despite you laying down in missionary, he pushed your knee up, the new position having you gasping as your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head.

"Sam!" You moaned aloud. "I always knew you were less innocent than you made yourself out to be," He husked into your ear, "But I didn't know you were such a cock whore." He finished. You couldn't think straight as he slammed into you. You weren't the only one leaving marks on the other's skin, Sam's own nails dug into the fat of your meaty thigh, dragging them down as welts began to form behind them. The pain burned deliciously, your back arching up into him, your pussy selfishly drawing him in deeper inside of you as your body practically begged to cum.

"'M gonna cum, Sam. Cum inside me, please, need to feel you." You panted. "I'll cum in you, babydoll. How about I try to knock you up too while I'm at it? Leave you all swollen so I'd have to take care of you. God, imagine how much of a whore you'll be for me." He punched into you, his own orgasm playing at his nerves as his cock twitched. "But you don't gotta worry, I'll take care of you."

You most definitely held him to that promise.

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of-many-fandomss · 1 year

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sam winchester x(fem) reader

sam and reader first valentines together and sam just being totally smitten/whipped while bobby and dean just keep looking over at each other cuz they haven’t seen him this happy in a long time pls and thank you :)

I love that Bobby was included in this

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“Are those…” Dean trailed off, titling his head to the side and squinting his eyes at the vase that on the counter.

“Flowers.” Bobby finished, equally as confused as the oldest Winchester son, “Why the hell are there flowers sitting in my kitchen?”

“Oh, hey guys.” Sam called, entering the room and sweeping the vase off of the counter.

“Ah,” Dean rolled his eyes, “They’re from Romeo, over here.”

“Figures,” Bobby scoffed, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair, “What else should I have expected on Valentine’s Day?”

Sam’s eyebrows furrowed and he looked back and forth between the two men, “What-“

“Morning,” Your voice drifted into the room, immediately making all further conversations stop as your boyfriend whipped around with a wide grin to face you.

“Good morning,” He greeted sweetly, leaning over and placing a soft kiss on your lips, trying his best to ignore the way his brother started fake gagging behind him, “These are for you.”

He presented the beautiful bouquet of flowers and watched in excitement as you let out a soft gasp and took them into your own grasp.

“Oh, Sam,” You breathed out, “They’re beautiful. Thank you so much.”

You pulled him in for another kiss, laughing softly at the way Dean kept gagging. Sam reeled his leg backwards and kicked his brother in the shin without breaking contact with your lips.

“Now, come on,” He had a child-like giddiness to him, he was practically jumping up and down, “I have a whole day planned for us-“

With that, he wrapped his arm around you and led you out of the room, chatting your ear off excitedly all the while.

Bobby and Dean stared after the two of you for a moment before the older man spoke up, “She’s good for him.”

Dean hummed, “Yeah. I know I tease the kid, but he seems really happy.”

“Happier than I’ve seen him in a long time.” Singer agreed.

#valentines day event #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester blurb #supernatural blurb

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spn-rewrites · 2 years

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01x18 (part 2)

Season One Episode Eighteen: Something Wicked Comes This Way

part 1 part 3

Summary: an upside-down crucifix, a blind old lady, and a sick little boy

"I know why Dad sent us here," Dean finally said. He had been looking at the rotted handprint for more seconds than you felt necessary but when he pushed away from the window, you were intrigued. "He's faced this thing before and he wants us to finish the job."

When Sam was too young to know any better, John went on another hunt. He never really told Dean much, except how to protect himself and Sam, but he left evidence around and Dean wasn't much of a reader, but he read that. The photos of the rotted handprints, the printed news articles of cases, and the lore were all spread over the table.

"What the hell is a Shtriga?" Sam asked, slamming the Impala door as soon as Dean parked in the motel parking lot. That was what the lore said it was, Dean remembered.

"Kind of like a witch, I think. I don't know much about them."

Dean unlocked the trunk of the car and opened it up, the metal creaking from the pressure. "I've never heard of it," Sam argued. "And, it's not in Dad's journal." Sam must have read that thing front to back more times than you could count, so you believed him when he said that.

"Dad hunted one in Fort Douglas, Wisconsin, about 16 or 17 years ago. You don't remember?" Dean was shoving guns and clothes into a duffle bag and glanced at his brother. Sam shook his head. "I guess he caught wind that the thing's in Fitchburg now and kicked us the coordinates."

"So you think this," you paused.

"Striga."

"Is the same one that John hunted before?" You finished.

"Maybe," Dean replied and shut the trunk door. You both looked at each other and you tried to read his eyes. His face. Anything to give you a hint about what he was thinking. But all you saw was how serious he was. So, you believed him.

Dean finally broke your eye contact and started walking toward your motel room and Sam chased after him. "If Dad went after it, why is it still breathing air?"

"Must have gotten away," Dean said nonchalantly. He was carrying his duffle bag of supplies and turned around when Sam began to argue. You stopped in your tracks, bumping into his back gently. "I don't know what to tell you, Sammy. Maybe Dad didn't have his Wheaties that morning.

He started to walk away and Sam called after him, "what else do you remember?"

"Nothing, I was a kid," Dean replied as he walked through the door to the motel. You looked up at Sam, who had a gentle grin on his face and despite what you'd have thought, he didn't seem annoyed by anything.

"You think he knows something?" You asked, crossing your arms over your chest and peering up at him. He looked good, you had to admit. It wasn't often that you were able to admire him from up close, but the way the red light from the VACANY sign was lit up, made him look good.

"Maybe," he said, leaning back against the Impala and holding out his hands for you. You took them, hesitating only a little bit but he noticed. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," you lied. Something about being affectionate in public was putting you off and you didn't know why. You laced your fingers between his and he pulled you closer to him. You were at the perfect height where he could put his chin on the top of your head, which he did effortlessly.

"We should start asking for our own room," he teased. You laughed and pushed yourself off of his chest, hitting it playfully.

"Dean would never." Sam chuckled, leaned over to you, and kiss you.

"You were right," Sam admitted. You were sprawled out on your stomach next to him on the bed. You were kicking your feet gently and watching Sam research, offering suggestions few and far between. Just enough to seem useful. "It wasn't easy, but you were right. A Striga is a kind of witch. They're Albanian, but legends about them date back to ancient Rome. They feed off of spirits vitae."

"Spirit what?" You echoed, leaning in closer to read the article. Dean laughed from the other side of the room. He was flipping through news articles.

"Vitae. It's Latin. It translates to breath of life," Sam explained, looking down at you with a slight smirk on his lips. You pretended not to notice and just nodded your head.

"Didn't the doctors say the kids' bodies were wearing out?" Dean asked, writing down notes in his little notepad with his little number 2 pencil that you always teased him about.

"It's a thought," you said, tilting your head slightly. "She takes your vitality, maybe your immunity goes to hell and pneumonia takes hold."

Sam nodded and went back to his computer, scrolling a little bit. "They can feed off of anything, but they prefer-"

"Children," Dean interrupted curtly. You looked over at him and he wasn't even looking up.

"Yeah, probably because they have a stronger life force. And get this - Shrtigas are invulnerable to all weapons devised by God and man." Sam read from his computer.

"No, that's not right," Dean said. He shut the notebook he was writing in and walked his duffle bag, taking out John's notebook. "She's vulnerable when she feeds."

"What?" You and Sam echoed together. Suddenly, Dean seemed to be the expert on Shtrigas and you wondered what kind of reading he was doing over there.

"If you catch her when she's eating, you can blast her with concentrated wrought irons, buckshot, or rounds I think." He flipped open John's notebook so whatever page he was looking for, potentially more information about the Shtriga but you remember combing through that book over and over again and never seeing anything.

"How do you know that?" You asked, sitting up on the bed. One leg was thrown over the side and the other sat comfortably under you and you felt Sam looking at your exposed collarbone.

"Dad told me. I remember," Dean said. He glanced up at you and then looked at his brother before adverting his eyes back to the book.

"Anything else Dad might have mentioned?" Sam asked.

"No. That's it." When neither of you said anything, he looked back up with wide eyes "What?" He snapped, throwing his hands up in the air slightly. You looked over at Sam and he shrugged, looking back at the computer.

"So, assuming we can kill it when it eats, we've still got to find the thing first, which ain't gonna be a cakewalk. Shtrigas take a human disguise when they're not hunting," Sam said. He got off the bed, making the mattress bounce back to its normal height without all of his weight on it. He went to the bar.

"What kind of human disguise?" You asked.

"Historically, something innocuous. It could be anything, but it's usually a feeble old woman, which may be how the witches-as-old-crones legend got started." He picked up a glass and tilted it toward you, silently offering you a drink. You shook your head and he poured one for himself.

"Wait-" Dean said, grabbing the map off the little dining room table that was barely big enough for one person. He walked over to you at the bed and showed it to you. "I marked down all the houses that have been hit so far and dead center." Dean pointed to the map. "The hospital," you two said in unison.

"I saw a patient there. An old woman," you told him. He looked down at you and searched your eyes. You didn't know what for, but he kept looking like maybe he would find the answer somewhere in them.

"An old person, huh?" Sam said. You sensed the sarcasm in his voice from across the room. You and Dean both looked at him. "In a hospital? Better call the coast guard." He spoke as he set the bottle down.

"She had an inverted cross on the wall," you replied. Sam's body froze just enough for it to be noticeable and he looked back at you. You raised your eyebrows at him and he nodded.

"Okay then."

At the hospital, you lead the way to the room where you saw the old woman. The janitor was buffing the floor, making the noise reverberated through the walls. "Have a good night, Dr. Hydaker." You stopped, the boys bumping into your back and you shushed them back a few steps just as Dr. Hydaker walked past.

When the coast was clear, you turned the corner down the familiar hallway. "That one," you said, pointing to the door. Dean pulled out his gun and stepped in front of you. Sam put his hand on the doorknob. When they exchanged a knowing nod, Sam pushed open the door.

The room was dark and the familiar white hair was draped over the back of her wheelchair. She had not moved since the last time you saw her. Sam shut the door behind you and you both pulled out your own guns as Dean moved forward to investigate. As he got closer to her, she whipped her head around. "Who the hell are you?"

Dean flew back against the dresser, making it shake under him. You jumped, bumping into Sam's chest. He instinctively put his hands on your waist. "What are you doing in here? You trying to steal my stuff?" Sam flipped on the light and you all put your guns away. She was clearly just an old lady and you were wrong. "They're always stealing around here."

"No, ma'am, we're maintenance. We're sorry. We thought you were sleeping," Sam stuttered through his words, searching for whatever excuse he could think of. The old woman was shaking, thrashing her head around like she was trying to see something. She was blind.

"Ah, nonsense. I was sleeping with my peepers open," she scolded. You relaxed a little bit and leaned against the closed door. Your breathing was heavy, it was making your chest heave up and down faster than you could control. "Now fix that crucifix, would you? I've asked four damn times already."

Dean was standing in front of it, so he turned around and hesitantly flipped it right side up. It had twisted on its own. The cross waved back and forth as if it was waving. Ha ha, you loser.

The drive home, Sam couldn't contain himself. The jokes kept rolling of his tongue and you couldn't help but take offense to it, at least a little bit.

"I really thought I had something," you argue. All of you had made mistakes before. It wasn't the first time and certainly wouldn't be the last, but something about the old lady was making Sam turn into a comedian.

"I was sleeping with my peepers open," Sam laughed, repeating what the old lady said. We were pulled back into the hotel parking lot and the Impala door creaked as Sam opened it.

"I almost smoked that old gal, I swear," Dean mumbled to himself. he found the situation just as funny as you, which was not very funny, but Sam continued to cackle.

"You should have seen your face," Sam laughed, fumbling with the hotel room keys.

"It's not funny, we're back to square one," you remind him as he gets the door unlocked. Dean was beside you, but he stopped moving and his gaze was caught elsewhere. "What are you looking at?" You asked, following his gaze over his shoulder. The little boy from check-in was sitting outside on a bench a few feet away.

"Hold on," Dean said. He started down the parking lot, you and Sam following him without contest. The boy was crying when Dean kneeled down to his level. "What's going on?"

"It's my brother. He's sick," the boy replied, sniffling the snot back up his nose and wiping it off with his sleeve.

"The little guy?"

The little boy nodded. "Pneumonia. It's my fault."

"Come on, how?"

"I should have made sure the window was latched. He wouldn't have gotten pneumonia," the boy said. Dean turned to look up at you and Sam, a knowing look in his eyes. That little boy was next. You looked over at Sam and he shifted on his feet, shoving his hands in his pockets. A nervous habit.

"Listen to me," Dean started. "I promise you, this is not your fault. Okay?"

"It's my job to look after him."

Dean's shoulders stiffened and you knew if you could see his face, he'd have a distant look in his eyes and you knew why the little boy caught his eye only a minute ago. You knew why he lingered a little longer in the hotel lobby when the same little boy checked you in. He reminded Dean of himself.

Before anyone could say anything, his mom came out of the lobby with pillows in her hand and a bag over her shoulder. "Michael," she said. The boy stood at attention as his mom threw her stuff in the trunk of her car. "I want you to turn the No Vacancy sign on while I'm gone. I've got Denise covering room service, so don't bother with any of the rooms," she said.

"I'm going with you!" He protested.

"Not now, Michael."

"But I gotta see Asher," he cried out. His mom just kept stuffing things in the trunk.

"Hey, Michael," Dean interrupted. He stepped closer to Michael and the boy looked up at him. "I know what you're going through. I'm a big brother, too, but you got to go easy on your mom right now, okay?"

Michael's mom slammed the trunk shut and her purse fell off her shoulder. "Damn it," she cursed. You rushed to the ground and picked up her purse. She mumbled a thank you under her breath.

"Let us give you a lift to the hospital," Dean offered. Either he really took pity on this family, or he wanted more information on Asher. Maybe a little bit of both. She started to protest, but Dean insisted and he reluctantly gave him her keys before kissing her son on his blonde mop of a head.

The woman got in her car and when the door was shut, Dean walked over to you and Sam. "I want this thing dead, you hear me? We're gonna kill it," he said. He never sounded more sure of himself. You almost started spilling out all the reasons why it was probably not possible. Starting with the fact that if John couldn't kill it, you probably couldn't either. And then there was the fact that it was pretty much immune to everything except when it feeds. The only thing you really had going for you was that you knew where it's next victim was going to be and it just so happened to be a few windows down from your own.

When the car pulled off, Michael ran back inside the lobby. Sam wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest. You wanted to run after Michael. Console him while he cried but you also needed to be right here. Sam smoothed down the hair on your head, no doubt a frizzy mess, and when you looked up at him he was faintly smiling. "What?" You asked.

"Might not be a good time but," he trailed off and ended his sentence with a kiss. Gentle and soft. "I've been waiting all day to do that."

"Me too," you admitted. "But we need to figure out how to kill this thing before it gets that little boy." Sam nodded in agreement and you wasted no time getting back in the Impala and going to the library.

The computer room was dark, the only light was coming from Sam's computer. You flipped through textbooks that you pulled, thinking there might be some information buried in them and Sam filed through news articles trying to find similar articles. There was a lot. A lot of cities were plagued with the same tragedies as this one.

Sam called Dean when you had enough information to tell. He put you on speaker, planting the phone between you on the table. When Dean answered, your first question was about Asher.

"Not good. Where you guys at?" Dean answered.

"The library. We're trying to find as much as we can about this Shtriga," Sam told him. When Dean asked what you found, Sam told him. "We started with Fort Douglas around the time you said Dad was there and same deal. Before that, there was Odgenville. Before that, North Haverbook and Brockway. Every 15 to 20 years, it hits a new town."

"It looks like it's just getting started in Fitchburg," you said, looking over at the computer screen. Sam flipped through hundreds of articles all from the same town. A new one every day for months. "There are dozens of kids. Just languish in comas and then die before the Shtriga moves on."

"How far back does this go?" Dean asked. The earliest you could find was in Black River Falls in 1890. Sam didn't spend too much time reading about it since it had the least amount of information, but since Dean was asking, Sam flipped back to it.

"Talk about a horror show," you mumbled under your breath when Sam pulled up the front cover of the Fitchburg Chronicle from 1983. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," you whispered. Sam's mouth fell agape and Dean was asking questions over the phone, frantic when no one replied.

"We're looking at a newspaper photo of a bunch of doctors surrounding a kid," Sam started.

You didn't let him finish his sentence before blurting out: "One of those doctors is Dr. Hydaker."

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Dead Rising (TFW x reader, Lucifer x reader?????)

Authors Note: I know this isn't the best thing I've ever written, but this is more just writing practice for me :] trying to get back into the swing of writing. Either way, I hope you enjoy it ! If not then I'm sorry ;w;

Warnings: Nothing, really. Language?

Pairing: I didn't write one in mind, though the way I ended up writing Lucifer I suppose it could be Lucifer x y/n if I make a sequel to this?

Prompt: "I thought you were dead!" / "Wow! The miracle of life!", "Just wishful thinking."

Words: 1,741

It was....weird. Death was weird, but then again it'd also be weird if it wasn't weird? Some sort of weird paradox. A weirdadox, if you will.

One moment, you were there, ready to fight alongside team Free Will, and then next you were just....gone? What was weird was that there wasn't even any pain, or if there was you certainly don't remember it. You've flirted with the concept of death many times before, all of them filled with unbearable pain and slight panic, but you've never actually died.

You weren't sure what happened, but there was no reaper to meet you, nobody to guide you to the other side. Dean and Sam were too busy fighting some stupid group of angels to notice you had died so abruptly. Or, at least you think you died? Question mark?

Your brows furrowed as you took a look at your surroundings, only to see Lucifer standing there with a smug smile on his face, and wiggling his fingers at you in some strange form of a wave. He was quiet, for now at least, instead pointing to something on the ground. Confusion was clear on your face as you followed where he was pointing, only to see your body on the ground.

You looked over yourself, searching for any signs of a wound, anything that would've attributed to your cause of death, but there was....nothing. No blood, no wounds, no gore, nothing. You looked back to Lucifer with a strange gaze, expecting him to explain just what the fuck is going on.

"Now," He begins, hands in front of him, "I bet you're wondering, 'Oh no, what happened, what am I, mehmehmeh,'" Lucifer takes on a high pitched, mocking tone, hands moving side to side as he speaks, "All good questions."

There was a long, silent pause, with him just staring at you.

"Oh, you want me to answer them." Lucifer announces in a bored tone.

"I think that would be the polite thing to do, yeah," You nod in agreement, "Especially since you were the one that killed me, I feel like I'm owed some kind of explanation."

"Huh?" He questions, but whether it's genuine confusion or he's exaggerating himself to mock you, you've no idea, "Dead? Do you see any reapers, y/n?" He asks, arms out as he turns around, as if he was looking for them himself, "You're funny, or maybe just stupid...Either way, no you're not dead."

"Dean!" You hear Sam call, "DEAN GET OVER HERE, NOW!"

Lucifer smiles when he hears the panic in Sam's voice. You turn to look at Sam, only to see him trying to shake you awake, calling your name. Dean comes running over, and checks you for a wound of any kind, and quickly becomes frustrated when he can't find one. Sam and Dean argue with one another for a good minute before they both finally agree on just getting you back to the car and heading back to the bunker as fast as humanly possible.

"Just, let's just get 'em in the car, alright?!" Dean commands, "Did you see what happened?"

"No, no, I-" Sam's words falter when he sees the angry and disappointed look on Dean's face, but he picks your body up easily, "I was fighting off Heaven's bodyguards Dean, just like you were!"

"I told you to keep an eye on 'em! You were the one that wanted them to come!" Dean argues as he opens the door for Sam to put you in the backseat, "I told you they should stay back at the bunker and work on researching, but nooooo-"

"Dean, they're obviously not dead!" Sam argues back in frustration, "So how about we wait to blame me for it, okay?"

Dean just grumbles as he gets into the car. The sight would've made you smile, if you weren't incorporeally separated from your own body, with still no explanation as the what the fuck happened, or what was even going on. Your gaze is back on Lucifer, this time with less confusion and more anger. Were you just here for his fucking amusement, or was he gonna get to talking? You glare at him, already plotting a way to kill him, and as if reading your thoughts, he puts his hands up in surrender.

"Hey, look," Lucifer begins, "I'll return you to your body, just as soon as I can get what I want."

"Oh yeah?" You question, "And what's that? Jack? A new haircut? Maybe a shower-"

"You wound me," He puts a hand over his heart in faux offense, "Don't worry your pretty head about it, alright?"

"So, what?" You question, crossing your arms, "You're just going to leave my body to rot until who fucking knows how long, just to have some leverage? You expect the maggots to avoid my decaying body just because I asked nicely?"

Lucifer just stares at you for a moment, and you swear you see a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. He sighs out heavily, whining in annoyance before he rolls his eyes and looks back to you.

"Fine," He snaps his fingers, and you feel a part of you...spirit? lurch, "There. Happy?"

"..." You look around, wondering what the Hell he did, before looking back at him like he was fucking insane, "What the hell was that?"

"I'll explain on the way, I'm not staying here until the sun rises just chatting with you," He ushers you forward, and you comply, mostly because what else were you gonna do? "Come on, there we go."

He raises his hand to snap his fingers a bit, before a thought crosses his mind, and he squints before looking down at you.

"Uh, hold your breath," Lucifer warns, "Otherwise you'll find out what astral projected spirit-vomit looks like."

You shoot him another crazed look before listening to him, and just as you start to wonder what the hell he was talking about, he snaps his fingers and suddenly you're teleported to his throne room. Ah, that makes sense now, Cas would tell you something similar. You also recall Dean mentioning something about angelic teleportation and constipation as a side effect.

Back at the bunker, Sam and Dean had managed to get you--or, rather, your body--back inside. Sam had set you on a couch nearby so that they could keep an eye on you while they tried to research what was going on with you. It just...didn't make sense. You had a pulse, a weak one, but a pulse nevertheless. There was no wounds, no blood no signs of some kind of spell, no hex bags, nothing. Not even a sign of a struggle. So what gives?

A couple hours had passed in mostly silence, occasionally broken up by one of the brothers chiming in with an idea, and the other shooting it down because you didn't have any of the symptoms. Poor Jack was also confused, but he was still trying his best to help Sam and Dean come up with an answer within the many books of the bunker.

Suddenly, without any hint or warning, you had sat up from the couch. The boys didn't notice you at first, until you had passed behind Sam, and Dean's hunter instincts kicked in. He looked up, and his eyes nearly bulged out of his skull. He kicks his brother to get his attention, and Sam looks up in confusion, only to see what he was looking at and grow even more confused.

"Uh," Sam begins as he grabs your arm to stop you, "Woah, woah, slow down,"

"Yeah," Dean chimes in as you turn around with a raised brow, "What the hell happened to you?"

You simply shrug, "I'm not a fucking oracle, I don't know."

The response nearly gives them whiplash, you never talked like that. Dean's first idea was that you were possessed, and Sam puts a hand out to stop Dean moving to get his gun.

"Okay, okay," He speaks, thinking you're angry, "Do you remember anything?"

"I remember this place sucks," You shrug again, your tone flat and emotionless, "And that there's leftovers in the fridge I'd kill for right now."

"Oookay," Sam speaks cautiously, and the familiar sound of wings can be heard before a familiar presence enters the room, "So, you're okay?"

"I dunno, I guess?" You shrug again, "I could go for some cake right now."

"Okay, what the hell?" Dean chimes in again, "I thought you were dead!"

"Just wishful thinking."

"I feel I have missed something." Castiel announces a bit awkwardly.

"Y/N was dead, but now they're not." Jack explains with a smile.

"Wow! The miracle of life!" You roll your eyes and yank your arm out of Sam's grip, "I'm going to go make me something to eat, since the Brady Bunch is all caught up."

With that, you had left the room, and Castiel watched silently as you left. His eyes squinted for a moment, analyzing you before you disappeared into the kitchen. This was not good news. You were soulless, and given that Sam, Dean, and Jack were all confused as to what happened to you in the first place, Castiel is doubtful that they know who did it to you. The good news is that there's not a whole lot of candidates that could've done it.

A lot of people are dead.

Not that dead is a good thing, but it is in this instance. The bad news, is that really, it's just the one person he's suspicious of, and if it is that person, then there's no way they're returning your soul without something in return. He dreads to think of what Lucifer could want in exchange for your very soul. Oh boy.

"I know what is wrong," Castiel announces as he comes out of his thoughts, realizing Sam and Dean were arguing with each other again.

They both look to the angel, who quietly looks back at them.

Dean rolls his eyes, "Alright, you gonna tell us, sparky?" He shoots Castiel a look, who nods.

"Yes." Castiel takes in a breath, "Y/N is soulless, and given our short pool of candidates to choose from these days, I suspect it to be Lucifer's doing."

Sam and Dean were both quiet for a moment, looking to each other like they were having a silent conversation.

"You can do that?" Jack asks, and Castiel hesitates.

"Your father can, yes."

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