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jaidens · 8 months

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so if it'd make you stay i wouldn't act so angry all the time

pairing [s] : dean winchester x reader

warning [s] : mentions of : stitching, knives, cuts + blood | kissing

a/n [s] : requests r open!

The hunt had gone wrong. What was supposed to be an easy, short hunt turned into a violent rage of angry werewolves on the hunt for people. You had managed to get away with a few cuts and bruises, the same was done for Sam, but Dean got the bad part of the fight in an attempt to protect you two.

He sits on the full bed, holding a towel over the cut that bleeds from his shoulder. You're patching up some small cuts with bandages and gauze and tape. Sam was gathering his stuff in the other part of the room to get ready for the early leave tomorrow.

You gather the first-aid supplies and tools and carry them over to where Dean sits. “Hey,” You say as you pull up a chair next to him and put on a pair of gloves. “How are you doing? How's that shoulder treating you?” You ask him.

“Just peachy.” Dean responds sarcastically, giving you a small smirk.

You roll your eyes at him and pull the towel off of the cut and try not to stare at the blood that pools around the cut and that's on the towel. You toss it to the side, and pour antiseptic onto the gauze pad, and warn Dean. “This is gonna sting.” He nods and hisses, his knuckles going white against his jeans. You frown and press it as soft as you can against the cut.

You wipe softly to get the dried blood away, and take out your stitching supplies. You begin the first stitches and Dean has his eyes closed, eyelashes against his cheek, and he lets out breaths to distract himself from the pain. It was something he had always done, in the way to cover up how he felt after John told him it was completely childish and stupid to show people how you truly felt.

You finish with the tie of the thread, a cut, and start packing away the supplies. You grab your bag, the first-aid kit, and a set of files. You thank Dean and Sam for letting you join on the hunt, and they respond in their favors. Once you walk out of the motel door: you take a long, deep breath and shut your eyes.

You and Dean were a very bundle of confusion. You were never with him long enough to have a connection without eruption. You were in love with the green-eyed man; that was obvious, and he was in love with you. You had some moments in Baby where you and Dean had some long, significant touches that burned on your skin. The picture of him shirtless, eyes shut, and laying against you was permanently engraved on the back of your eyelid.

You walk into your motel room, shutting the door, and immediately walking to your bed and falling on it. You place your hand over your face and close your eyes. You turn on the television and let it go to the first movie channel it could. You let it play in the background while you read through another file for a new case that you found.

The sound of knocks fills your ears. Not hard, but not soft at the same time. You set the file down on the green bedsheets and go to the door and answer it. Dean is there in his pajamas, a Kansas sweatshirt and plaid pants, with a small smile on his face. “What are you doing here? You should be sleeping.” You open the door further and he walks in to your room.

“I just wanted to say thank you. I don't do it often, but you did a lot for me.” Dean admits as he jumps on the balls of his feet. You sit down on your bed and Dean follows and sits next to you. “It meant a lot to me.” He says.

Dean stares into your eyes, his hand snaking onto yours where it sits on your thigh. You're trying to cover your embarrassment as his eyes flicker to your lips occasionally. “Well— well It's my job to make sure my friends are safe.” You respond to his compliments. Within a second, Dean’s hand goes to your face and smashes his lips against yours. With a slide and a push, you're against the bed and Dean’s hands are on you.

You pull away from him and attempt to catch your breath. “Get hurt more, yeah?” Dean laughs and kisses you once again. You laugh again and he places one of his arms around your shoulders.

Whatever you and Dean were, you were hoping it would stay like this. With hugs, kisses, and longing touches.

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mlmxreader · 25 days

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Awkward Moments | Dean Winchester x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Hey can I request dean with the prompt “I leave you two alone for one night, and I come back and you’re acting all weird!” ❞

: ̗̀➛ You and Dean get caught red handed, more or less.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, sex references, raunchy flirting

↳ MINORS DNI

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You grumbled softly as you stirred, feeling the pillows against your head and the soft blanket around you; you moaned and groaned as your joints clicked and you tried to figure out where you were.

You were clearly in a motel room, although it definitely wasn’t yours; there was an empty bed beside you, clearly not slept in, and you furrowed your brows as you turned over, colliding with a warm and familiar body.

Dean flinched, shaking his head as he put his arms around you and pulled you close, murmuring something about not telling Sam. Fuck.

It all clicked, then; going back with Dean to do ‘research’ and putting on some Warrant for a little bit before one thing lead to another and… now you were waking up in Dean’s bed, naked.

Your eyes widened as you gently slapped his chest, pushing yourself up and glaring down at him with furrowed brows.

“Dean!” You whispered hoarsely. “Dean! Get up! It’s morning!”

Dean only grumbled in response, not seeming to care as he pulled you back down and shook his head. “Don’t worry, nobody’s gonna come here…”

“We’re in a fucking motel room,” you hissed out. “For fuck’s sake, Sam probably already saw because I’m in your fucking bed!”

“‘S fine,” Dean muttered, refusing to open his eyes as he vaguely attempted to wave you away. “‘S only Sammy, we’ll be fine…”

“Dean!” You growled, but when he only muttered and mumbled, you grunted and stormed into the bathroom with your clothes.

You slammed the door behind you, thankful that you at least had the decency to keep all your clothes in one place for once.

You rolled your eyes, wondering what the fuck was wrong with you to be so attracted to him; you were going to get caught, and then your integrity and everything you had worked for would come crumbling down by everyone thinking you slept yourself into every merit and qualification that you had.

You couldn’t believe Dean would be so fucking obtuse about it. You huffed, shaking your head and trying to quickly get dressed; but then you heard the motel room door open, and you quickly grabbed the towel.

Pressing it against your face, you screamed as loud as you could into the soft fabric. You heard some muffled conversation, and grumbled when you heard your name being mentioned; you took in a harsh breath, licking your lips and slowly leaving the bathroom.

Your heart sank when you saw Sam standing there, holding up one of your boots. He smiled when he looked at you, raising his brows.

“Speak of the Devil,” he hummed.

You slowly moved closer, standing on the opposite side of the room to Dean, which was highly unusual; more often than not, the two of you were always joined at the hip, practically sitting on each other and playfully shoving and hitting each other.

Sam squinted at you for a second before looking between you and Dean with suspicion. “What’s going on? I leave you two alone for one night, and I come back and you’re acting all weird!”

You glared at Dean, who only glared back as he clenched his jaw tightly, silently telling you to keep your mouth shut; you did very much the same, glaring and scowling at him to try and shut him up so that Sam wouldn’t find out the truth.

No one could find out.

Sam frowned, guessing that neither of you would even think of answering as he rolled his eyes and asked what you wanted for food; you told him what you wanted, and when he had it all, he was quick to run out of the room. Quickly, Dean threw your boot at you as he scowled.

“What the fuck?! Leaving your boots lying around?!”

“Oh, you’re one to fucking talk!” You shouted back, tossing the boot aside. “If I’d’ve stayed in bed with you, I’d’ve been fucking caught in your bed!”

Dean scoffed, shaking his head. “Don’t blame this on me! You were the one who came onto me and-”

“And you came onto me!” You pointed out. “You practically fucking begged me to sleep with you!”

“Oh, as fucking if!” He huffed out, crossing the room and pinning you between his body and the wall, his hands either side of your head. “I really fucking hate you right now.”

You put your hands on his bare chest, breath hitching in your throat as you swallowed thickly. “I really fucking hate you, too.”

“C’mere,” he grumbled, looking down at your lips for a moment.

You didn’t hesitate, closing the distance and kissing him harshly; it didn’t take long before his hands were roaming your body, tugging at random bits of clothing and grunting quietly.

You kissed him back just as eagerly, tugging at his hair as you murmured under your breath, eventually pulling away as you bit down softly at his bottom lip.

“Do not start with me,” Dean warned lowly.

You licked your lips as you smiled. “How much time do you think we have?”

“About an hour,” he whispered, tugging at your sides just below your ribs, the soft flesh warm against his skin as he groaned softly. “You good with that?”

You nodded, which earned you a firm slap to the backside that made you laugh softly. “More than, Winchester - but only if you can keep up.”

He raised his brows, just a little more than amused as he started pulling you back towards the bed with him, trying not to trip over your feet; you laughed along when he pushed you down on the bed, grinning up at him and tracing your hands down his chest for a moment.

“I think I can keep up just fine, your highness,” he teased softly, nibbling at your bottom lip for a moment. “Don’t you?”

You shook your head, giving him a few short and sweet pecks on the lips just to get him going. “I’m not exactly sure you can, Winchester.”

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panic-in-the-multiverse · 1 year

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Y/N: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it.

Sam: Y/N no.

Dean: Mistlefoe

Sam: please stop encouraging them

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(Quote not mine, it’s from a generator, but I have currently forgotten which one)

#x reader #x teen #x teen!reader #x you #sam winchester #Dean Winchester #supernatural x y/n #y/n #incorrect quotes #incorrect supernatural quotes

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wxckedwxrld · 8 months

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Supernatural

Imagines

PSA: these writings ARE NOT MINE. This is a list of fanfiction I have read during august and sept. All credit goes to the original and rightful writers

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

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notinthislife50 · 10 months

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Chapter 9

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You woke the next morning, head pounding and still feeling like crap. Tears spilled from your eyes and you sniffed, curling yourself in to a ball.

You froze when you heard the calm shushing of someone beside you, and then you felt an arm drape round you, holding you close.

“Hey, you’re okay, I am right here, the voice whispered.

“Jensen?” you squeaked.

“Yea it’s me, try and get some more sleep Y/N, you will feel better,” he replied.

You sat up in shock "What the fuck are you doing in my bed, Jensen?” then the dread hit you and you put your hands in your head trying to remember last night "Oh my god did we have sex?”

“What? No " Jensen exclaimed sitting up “You were upset and drunk so I was just taking care of you.”

He sounded defensive and also a little bit hurt.

You sighed " Sorry Jensen, I didn't mean anything by it,” you tried to explain "Thank you, I really am grateful, I guess I was pretty out of it, huh?” you lay your heavy head on the pillow.

Jensen looked down at you and rubbed your hair, he smiled “hey Jared was there, then me. only fair you took your turn.”

“Glad I can make you feel better,” you sadly smiled, knowing he was only trying to make you feel better.

You closed your eyes feeling exhausted and you felt Jensen lay back down beside you.

“Try and get some more sleep, I will be right here when you wake up,” he promised.

True to his word when you woke Jensen was sitting up playing on his phone.

When you stirred he looked down at you “How are you feeling?”

“Like I got thrown out of a plane” you groaned.

“Yea, well I'm shocked you didn't have alcohol poisoning,” he laughed

“Jared,” he yelled suddenly.

“What the fuck Jensen?” you sat up.

When Jared entered the room he looked at you smiled and ran over to hug you.

“Gwen is here too, she wanted to make sure you were okay,” he beamed.

You groaned again, only this time in embarrassment “I'm fine, I got a bit drunk and overthought a few stuff, honestly no need to worry.”

“Y/N, please,” Jared said seriously “It’s okay to have feelings,” and then he smiled “And plus she also made breakfast.”

“Our guy has it bad,” you chuckled, and Jensen nodded in agreement.

Gwen cautiously entered the room and beamed when she saw you sitting up. setting the food on your lap " You don't have to eat it, Jared likes to over play my cooking,” she said shyly.

“It looks amazing, thank you.” you genuinely said.

She left, leaving you and Jensen alone. You felt the awkwardness and you were pretty sure he did too.

"I am sorry for everything I put you through,” he sighed "Every day I regret it.”

“It’s fine, I'm fine, the only thing that matters now is we can work on our friendship,” you smiled at him.

“Our friendship huh?” Jensen muttered thinking on your words from last night.

“Of course, isn't that what you want?” raising your eyebrows at him in confusion.

“Of course, our friendship” he hugged your shoulders but you sensed the hesitation in his voice.

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sincerelylea · 1 year

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Stuck in a Moment You Can't Get Out Of (U2) + Castiel?

this is my therapy. meeting misha was surreal. very short and sweet, thank you for requesting.

11:56 pm. castiel. stuck in a moment you can’t get out of.

success felt good running through your veins. admiring how it swells and aches, often in a way you’d hold onto to remember. breathing felt easy for the moment - looking into the boys’ smiling faces and even cas’ small look of contentment. celebration of success always came at the price of something awful following. and maybe it was naivety, or the confidence of mr. daniel’s in your bloodstream, but following blind happiness seemed like peace.

your back hits the mattress with soft force and you close your eyes, at peace for the moment. on the turntable rested a u2 album from your youth. it flows and ebs through your room in the bunker - you let it, uncaring of it’s volume.

a knock at the door and you look up from the bed, seeing a sideways dean and cas at your doorway, dean’s hand falling from knocking.

“see you’re enjoying yourself in here.” he saunters in, already eyeing the bottle resting on your dresser. you follow his eye line before letting your head fall back to the softness of your covers. “take it, you can finish it off.”

soon the population of your bedroom inhabits two and you can still feel cas’ presence.

“feeling celebratory cas?” you ask while pushing yourself up on your palms.

“i typically don’t indulge but i admit, this success felt deserving.” he has a pleased look. one you don’t find often on his features. your own cheeks break out into a smile and you throw your palm to him.

“c’mon.” your fingers meet your palm in a few quick movements to beckon him to take it.

he sighs, head lulling. “you know very well i cannot dance.”

“well then i’ll be your teacher. come on. i won’t tell sam or dean i promise.”

he takes your hand as if it was unwillingly, and then you promptly stand to take the other. you sway to the beat, upbeat and almost joyous sounding as you felt. you hum to the lyrics, singing quietly as cas danced with you; granted his dancing was mostly holding onto your hands as you swayed and spun around him.

“just let go for a minute. we live with too much stress.”

you don’t see it, held in the grip of the music and eyes closed as you danced with the angel - but his face softens and he just watches. the feeling of your hands in his own has a different meaning, and he so badly wishes to see this again.

requests are still open for supernatural characters + songs. check out my post below this one to check that out.

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multi-fandom-imagine · 1 year

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❛ thanks to you, i know what it means to love again. ❜

Cain never thought he would find love again, not after what happened to his previous wife.

But then you happened to stumble into his life quite literally with him saving you from some demons while you had no clue what was even going on and thanks to Dean yet he’d never admit it to the cocky bastard and after he saved you, you still kept coming around with a bright smile on your face.

You were the sunshine in his life, the one thing that made him feel whole again. Glancing down at you sleeping form his fingers slowly trailed down your back. You skin was still a little flush from the love making, a tired yet satisfied smile on your face.

Leaning down he moved his hair out of his face to gently kiss your forehead. “Thanks to you,I know what it means to love again.”

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of-many-aus · 1 year

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Reaper of Odds

Summary: It was the annual reaping, but the results weren’t what you had expected

Warnings: mentions of death, cursing, hints of neglectful parents, and mentions of drinking

A/N: Feel free to request for any one shots you would like to see in this series!

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Everyone stood shoulder to shoulder- if you could even call it that. It was more like shoulder to stomach with so many people packed into the small square.

There was almost no breathing room, it made your chest squeeze painfully and your lungs begin to tickle with the slightest bit of a burn.

It was safe to say that the only thing keeping you grounded in that moment was the small squeeze of reassurance that the boy to your left gave your hand. You grasped his hand back tightly, not caring how desperate you came off. His hand was the only thing keeping you grounded in that moment.

“Welcome, welcome, to the seventy fourth annual Hunger Games!” The woman- Rowena- spoke smoothly into the microphone upon a stage that made her look out of place against the bland concrete behind her. You could only imagine how she would look standing in the crowd with all of you.

“I have a feeling,” The red haired woman with too much makeup and too bright of a dress continued, “That it is going to be a very special year.”

Not a single person matched her enthusiasm.

“As always, may the odds be ever in your favor.” It must have taken years of practice for her to stare out at all of their tired, grief stricken faces and not once let her perfect smile falter, “Let’s begin with the girls.”

Deans hand tightened even more around yours when she spoke, and you glanced at him from the corner of your eyes.

His lips were set in a stern line and his eyes were hard, the complete opposite of how he looked whenever he was looking at you. It was almost starting to see the face you had grown so accustomed to look such a way.

To his other side stood his younger brother, Sam, who was slouched down as if that could hide him from the reality of the reaping. His eyes were wide and filled with a horror that would be enough to fuel your nightmares for a long time.

Though he was Deans little brother, he had always been like one to you too. He was always someone you felt you needed to look out for, take care of.

And the interesting thing about it was, it wasn’t just because you and Dean were together. The two of you had been best friends almost all your lives having grown up as neighbors, and even then, you still looked out for Sam as if he were your own.

It was only recently that you and Dean had finally admitted your feelings after years of hiding it. And though you were arguably in the most dangerous and difficult district to live in, you found yourself being happy. A rare feeling for any person in district twelve.

Of course, you knew the chances of any one of the three of you being picked were as slim as they come, but that didn’t stop your breath from catching in your throat as the woman onstage gracefully made her way to the large bowl on the side of her and fished out a single slip of paper.

On that paper would be the name of one doomed child, one forced to give up their life and everything it could have become, victor or not. No one ever truly won.

The woman cleared her throat when she got back up to the michrophone and made a spectacle of dramatically unfolding the paper, as if she was oblivious to the way every single person in the square was holding their breaths.

In a couple seconds, all but one person will let out their breaths of relief.

But then she did something she wasn’t supposed to do, Rowena read your name from the paper. Clear and crisp as day. Though there was absolutely no way she had read it wrong, you couldn’t help but desperately wonder if she had- if some sort of mistake had been made.

You stumbled backwards, even Dean's grip had loosened in shock at the news. He was staring up at the podium, frozen, barely looking like he was even breathing.

There was a ringing in your ears, sharp and painful, you couldn’t hear anything else but it. Not the horrified sobs of Sam, nor the impatient grunts of peacemakers who were making their way through the crowd when it became clear that you weren’t moving.

People all around parted from you like a plague, not offering a single hand to you as your knees gave out and you fell to the ground. You were too numb to even feel the sting upon impact.

The peacekeepers had finally surged through enough of the crowd to reach you. The closest one roughly grabbed your arm and yanked you to your feet. Your mind was too full to even comprehend the gesture, so you simply stumbled up and followed as he pulled you to the stage.

“Hey! Hey!” Dean finally snapped out of his trance, and a look of complete and utter rage washed over his face, “Let her go, you son of a bitch!”

A separate peacekeeper had to hold him back, but you still numbly made your way to the stage, giving no sign that you even noticed the outburst coming from the boy you loved.

“Now,” The lady smiled once you stood beside her, as if nothing had happened, “We shall draw from the boys.”

The peacekeeper holding you apparently deemed you safe enough to let go and took a step back, still close enough in case you had another episode.

Your eyes finally lifted to meet those of Deans, whose green eyes showed with unshed tears. He had stopped fighting, fallen silent and held a sobbing Sam to his chest.

An overwhelming smell of fruity perfume filled your senses when the woman returned, holding a folded slip of paper.

“Samuel Winchester!” She read happily.

No. No. No. No. No-

One of the local officials that were near the two Winchester boys moved to take Sam and push him onto the stage.

A furious scream left Dean's lips as he lunged towards the peacekeeper that wrenched his younger brother out of his grip, swiftly punching him in the face.

The official fell to the ground the second Deans fist hit his jaw, knocked out automatically.

You sank to your knees on the stage floor, hands cupping your mouth as you wept and wept.

The odds that were supposed to be near impossible not only brought you despair once- but twice.

Not Sammy, anyone but Sammy-

The boy was practically shoved into your arms, and you held each other close.

Suddenly, remembering the cameras that were directed at the two of you, no doubt having at least half of Panem watching, you shakily pulled both of you to your feet, keeping one arm wrapped securely around his shoulders.

Even through your panic and duress, one thought broke through all others: now that he was here, you needed to do everything in your power to keep Sam safe. If one of you was going to get out of this, it would have to be him, not-

“I volunteer!”

Your head snapped up to where Dean had shaken off the holds of the officers that had restrained him, his arm was raised straight in the air, eyes trained solely on you and Sam as his voice boomed through the square.

“I volunteer as tribute.” His voice was steady, calm, a stark opposite from how he had been acting a mere moment ago.

Sam sucked in a sharp breath and tensed up. He might have been horrified to be sent into that arena, but that didn’t mean he wanted his big brother taking his place.

Unlike you and Sam, Dean didn’t need an escort up stage, he simply strode forward with his chin held high and a look of determination set on his face.

The young boy was directed back into the crowd as Dean came to stand beside you, facing forward, but immediately grasping onto your hand with his own, interlacing your fingers and squeezing reassuringly.

“Well, this was an interesting experience,” Rowena laughed airily before swiping an arm to the side to present to you and Dean, “Our district twelve tributes, everybody!”

Instead of being met with applause like the woman had hoped, all she got were pitying looks directed at you and Dean, who still stood hand in hand, facing the people of your home district.

After clearing her throat, Rowena ushered the two of you off the stage and into some back rooms you knew would be where you were meant to say goodbye to your loved ones before you were shipped off to the capital.

“It’s okay, Honey Bee,” Dean muttered into your ear as you walked, “We’re going to be alright.” He squeezed your interlocked hand.

The two of you were sat down in a small back room and were told to wait while they let your families in.

Unsurprisingly, Sam was the only one to scurry through the door.

Your parents had died when you were young and Dean and Sam’s father, John, had been sulking in the back of the square, no doubt nursing a flask under his jacket and taking quick sips when no one was looking.

He hadn’t so much as make his presence known when not just one, but two of his sons were put on stage in front of the entire district, awaiting departure to their possible deaths.

Quickly, the younger boy threw his arms around his brother's torso and sobbed into his chest.

“I-I’m so-sorry-“

“Hey, hey, shh,” Dean shushed him, rocking the boy back and forth as he rubbed a comforting hand up and down his back, “It’s not your fault. None of this is your fault.”

The boy was still sniffling when he pulled away after a few moments and fell into your arms. You just pushed his hair back from his eyes and gave his forehead a kiss, “It’s okay, Sammy, it’s okay.”

Neither of you said that you promised to come back, that was too big of a promise to make to the boy. Too much of a possibility that you wouldn’t.

“P-please watch out for each other,” The boy hiccuped when it was finally time to leave, giving his big brother one last hug.

“Of course we will, Sammy.” Dean mumbled, closing his eyes briefly as he held his little brother tightly.

He pulled away after a moment and looked at the boy sternly, holding him at arm's length, “If you ever need anything, I want you to go to Jody. She’ll look after you.”

Jody was also your neighbor, and the woman had been kind enough to take you in after your parents passed. She never failed to take care of you or either of the Winchester boys. She wasn’t family though so she hadn’t been allowed in with Sam.

The boy nodded, rubbing a dirty sleeve over his nose.

“And Sam?” You swallowed, “Will you tell her that I said thank you? For-For everything?”

His eyes filled with tears once more at your words, but nodded again nonetheless.

“Alright, we best be going.” Rowena entered the room, clapping her hands and perfectly manicured nails together once.

Dean squeezed Sam’s shoulder once more, “I love you, okay?”

“I love you too,” Sam mumbled, glancing at you as well so you knew he included you with that.

Your heart clenched with pain at the thought of leaving the boy, but not as much as it did if he had been with you.

Instead, you were now faced with having to go into a fight to the death with your boyfriend by your side. A fight that will take one of you away from the other.

And just as you had promised yourself with Sam, you would make sure Dean made it out alive. He needed to survive more than you did- he had so much more to live for. He had a family, you did not.

“Let’s go,” You said quietly, taking Dean's hand in yours and following Rowena out of the room.

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bubblegumfrosting · 2 years

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Hunted

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Vampire!Reader

Summary: You’ve been hunted by both hunters and vampires for almost a year. What will happen when the Winchesters stumble across you?

Warnings: swearing, suicidal thoughts, alcohol, attempted SA, blood, graphic descriptions (not of SA), vomit, guns

A/n: This is the first part to this mini series I’m writing, it’s a little on the heavier side but I hope you enjoy what I came up with so far!

P.S. links to other parts below fic <33

Tags: @something-noir @fairy-alix

For half a year now you’ve been hunted by both vampires and humans alike. You’re all alone in this unforgiving world and it seems like everyone wants you dead, including yourself. Wow that got depressing fast, let me explain your situation.

When you were turned into this...monster, something went wrong. You weren’t like the other blood sucking vamps, not fully vamp nor human, some hybrid in between.

Luckily this meant you didn’t have to feed on human blood for survival but because of that the other vampires see you as “impure”.

So here you were in some shady motel in Kansas. Just last week you were in some other shady motel in Iowa but were chased out of the state by hunters. This was a common routine for you, find a place to stay for a couple weeks than flee.

You learned over time to never get attached to where you settled down, the word consistency had no meaning in your ever changing life.

It was night time and the street lamps shined an orange glow into your room. The smell of old wallpaper mixed with dust tickled your nose. You sat on the musty bed and held a photo of your family close to your chest, they have no idea where you were and it needs to remain that way.

You were homesick but it would be selfish to expose your family to the dangers of your new life. It’s for their own good that they assume you were dead.

You tossed the photo aside and brought yourself to your feet, you needed a drink. You were new to the area so the possibility of hunters or other vampires knowing you were here was slim to none.

After collecting a few things you made your way out of the motel room.

You walked through alley ways to avoid others, it’s kind of ironic how you used to be afraid of dark alleyways but now they bring you a sorta of comfort.

After walking about two more blocks you eventually stumbled upon a small bar. As you entered no one payed any mind to you so you deemed it safe. You seated yourself at the bar and ordered your usual.

You liked being out, being treated like you were just some boring human with a mundane life. These are the moments that you envied your past, you used to be terrified of being seen as “boring” but now you want to be just that.

After downing two more drinks you felt satisfied. You were numb enough to not worry about your shitty life but not too numb where you were drunk.

“Thanks!”, you spoke to the bartender and handed him money for the drinks.

As you made your way out of the bar a man around your age got up from his seat to leave as well.

‘It’s just a coincidence.’, you reassured yourself.

The man seemed too young and happy to be a hunter and you didn’t bother considering if he was a vampire because his skin was far too vibrant.

You quickly dismissed any suspicions of the man and began to retrace your steps. Humming the melody to your favorite song you walked with not a care in the world, god you loved alcohol, the best medicine.

Before you could take another step a forced pushed you up against the alley way wall. The man from before had you pinned down between his arms. He smelt of booze and cigarettes, a disgusting pair.

Any normal vampire could muscle their way out of this situation but you weren’t like the others. The only “vampire” traits you have are heightened senses, agility, stealth, and fangs (and that isn’t the best idea for dealing with humans). Yes this means you’re not immortal, you can be killed by anything a human could be killed by, have no regeneration, and you can’t even run fast or lift a car.

“Hey! What’s wrong with you, shove off!”, you tried to push him off but he wouldn’t budge.

He drunkenly smiles and spoke, “Just keep still for me.”.

The man pushed you to your knees and started to unbutton his pants, no matter how hard you tried to get up he’d just push you down again. Your knees stung from the hard cement tearing at your flesh. Right when you started to cry everything went black.

When you finally came back to reality you were covered in blood. The man laid grotesquely on the ground dead, the taste of iron filled your mouth and you puked.

You just stood in place for a couple of minutes in shock. You didn’t know what happened but you knew you had to flee the scene.

You ran fast ignoring the cry of a woman who most definitely stumbled across the corpse. You didn’t care to think about what happened, you only knew not to get caught.

You breathlessly entered the motel room and locked the door. You undressed yourself and threw the ruined clothes into the trash refusing to even look at them.

You needed to shower, you needed to wash away the sweat, vomit, and blood that accumulated over your body. You needed to wash away the events of tonight.

You stood there until the hot water turned cold, finally deciding to get out you dried yourself with the rough motel towels.

The next couple of days you locked yourself in the motel room refusing to eat or sleep. You listened to the news on the television, “No one has been able to identify the body of the male victim founded in (enter alleyway street name) yet.”, the news anchor said.

You knew why no one could identify him, his face was.. mutilated beyond recognition.

“Police still have no leads on what happened but experts are speculating this to be an animal attack.”.

Hunters know the signs of a vampire attack but this look more like a werewolf attack rather than a vamp.

It was too risky to flee the state, hunters are sure to be in town looking at this case. You determined it to be safest to stay put.

The day drew on and on, you had nothing to do besides watch cartoons on the staticky television and contemplate what the hell happened that night.

You never killed anyone before, you felt disgusted with yourself but also happy nothing bad happened to you. You felt selfish but distracted yourself with bad Chinese food and a fly that buzzed around.

It was around noon when you heard a knock on your door. You stayed quiet, “Hello? Anyone home?”, a man’s voice was heard.

Hunters.

“No one, maybe she didn’t see her run this way Sam?”, a huskier voice spoke.

You could see eyes trying to pier through the window so you retreated into the bathroom. You closed the door quietly and relaxed. Right when you thought you were safe you leaned against the sink but knocked a glass cup in the process.

A loud clang rang through the room and glass shards scattered across the tile floor, “Fuck!”, you cursed as a piece of glass embedded itself into your foot.

The events that followed seemed to go by quickly. The door to your room was pushed open violently and foot steps could be heard pacing through the room.

“Dean, check the bathroom.”, this is it, this is where you die.

You sat on the cold floor breathing rapidly trying not to think about your aching foot. The door handle turned slowly and you braced yourself.

These are the moments you wished to black out again and wake up unharmed and your enemy dead.

When the door swung open there stood a man with a gun pointing directly at you. His eyes were a deep green and he wore a leather coat.

The man immediately noticed the blood from your foot creating a pool of blood on the ground, “Are you going to kill me or what?!”, you spit and your fangs came out.

The other man came up behind the green eyed man and stared down at you. He was much taller than the other one.

“What? You aren’t gonna make this fun for us?”, you started to get woozy from the blood loss and with that you passed out.

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Your Love is a Bad Medicine

Dean Winchester x Sister! reader

Song: Bad Medicine - Bon Jovi

Warning: Separation anxiety

Description: Dean and his little sister are on their way to get Sam from college. Dean has to go somewhere, and the youngest Winchester is left in the room by herself. Her anxiety begins to act up while she waits for her brother to come back.

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(Y/n) tapped her foot anxiously against the dirty red carpet of the motel room. She sat in the green chair by the window, glancing through the blinds, into the parking lot.

The sun had gone down a while ago so the only illumination she had were the few door lights that actually worked. (Y/n) bit into her bottom lip, gnawing at the bruised skin as her anxiety peaked a bit more. The small box TV sitting on the dresser played in the background. Static flickered every now and again due to the bad quality of the motel. The young girl turned it on to distract herself from the road but the worry for her brother grew and grew over the night.

Dean had left hours before sunset and had not come back since. She knew he could handle himself but the worry that something bad could happen inundated through her mind, nonetheless. Slipping her fingers through to push the blinds open, she felt tears forming in her eyes when she still didn’t see the Impala turning into the motel.

(Y/n)’s throat began to clog up as she tried to stop from letting out a cry. She then glanced at her phone that was charging on the bed. Almost too quickly, she threw herself across and pulled the cell harshly off the plug. She instantly went into her contacts, her shaking finger hovering over Dean’s name. She pressed down, listening to the repeating ring coming from the phone.

However, the instant feeling of guilt spread through her. (Y/n) immediately went back to the home screen and sighed. She wouldn’t want to bother him because of her worries, especially if he was working. A few stray tears dropped, and she lies her head back on the flat pillows.

“Maybe listening to music will help,” the girl whimpered, turning the screen on and pressing the downloads she had. A smile reached her quivering lips as she saw the name of a song her and Dean like to sing together. She began to softly play it on her phone speaker. The beginning music resonated, causing her smile to widen.

Your love is like a bad medicine

Bad medicine is what I need

Whoa oh oh

Shake it up like a bad medicine

There ain’t no doctor that can cure my disease

(Y/n) turns it up as old memories began to resurface. She lifts herself, resting her elbows on the top of her knees. Leaving her phone in her lap, she reposed her head and closes her eyes, humming softly to the music.

I ain’t got a fever, got a permanent disease

And it’ll take more than a doctor to prescribe a remedy

I got lots of money but it isn’t what I need

Gonna take more than a shot to get this poison outta me

And I got all the symptoms, count ‘em, one, two, three

Suddenly, the door opens with an obnoxious voice singing along with the chorus. “Your love is like a bad medicine! Bad medicine is what I need!”

(Y/n) jumps from her spot and instantly turns off the song that was playing. Her eyes were wide with fright and her fingers twitched at her side.

Dean stood in front of the door, a few bags in hand. His brows furrow with confusion as he notices his little sister’s current state. He places the bags on the table that was beside the dresser, turning to (Y/n) with new concern. “What’s wrong, ankle-bitter?”

“N-nothing! I just wasn’t expecting you to barge through like that,” (Y/n) replies, mentally cursing for her nervous habits.

Dean gave his famous smirk, pulling his jacket off his shoulders. “Well, I thought you would be asleep until I heard music blaring. I guess we were both surprised.”

“Y-yeah.” (Y/n) simply replies as she got up on the bed again and watched Dean go into the bathroom to change.

After a few minutes, he comes out, plopping himself on the bed. “So, what have you been up to?” Dean asks, leaning himself on the headboard.

“Not much...” (Y/n) mumbled out with a shrug.

“(Y/n), is everything alright?” Another shrug was all he got. “Look at me.”

She felt stupid. He was right here but she felt tears swarming again. Why was she so scared?

“It’s nothing,” she said after a few breaths to calm herself.

“Sure doesn’t look like nothing,” Dean grumbles. He straightens himself to a sitting position, all humor gone from his eyes. “Come on, tell me what’s on your mind-- is it about Dad?”

“No! I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m worried about his safety but that’s not it.” (Y/n) replied quickly.

“So, something is bothering you?”

The youngest Winchester sighs with irritation. She hates it when Dean does this. He knows just what to say and he will press on until she confesses.

“I was worried about you, that’s all.”

“Why? I was only out for a couple of hours,” Dean questions.

“I-I know... doesn’t mean something bad couldn’t happen within those nine hours,” (Y/n) mutters in embarrassment.

“You were counting time... is that why you called? I was going to answer but you hung up before I could.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. You get nervous, I get it,” Dean trivializes, “but hey, we’re both here.”

“Yeah,” (Y/n) agreed, smiling slightly at him.

“Get some sleep. We gotta a good drive tomorrow,” Dean said, smiling in return.

(Y/n) nodded, situating herself to a laying position on the bed. She felt Dean shift too, resting on his back. “Hey Dean...” she asks, while closing her eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Do you think Sam will be glad to see us?”

“I don’t know... I guess we’ll have to wait and see. Sleeping would help pass the time.”

“Yeah, yeah. Goodnight.”

“Night (Y/n).”

Your love is like a bad Medicine

Bad medicine is what I need

Whoa oh oh

Shake it up like a bad medicine

You got the potion that can cure my disease

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Firsts

Day 1: First kiss

Sam x reader

Summary: Sam and the reader have been dating for a month. But how does their first kiss go? Will it go well, or could it end in chaos?

a/n: Start of my 30 day challenge! Though lets be real this will take longer than 30 days XD Hope you enjoy, I really enjoyed writing this, just wish I was able to write longer stories, and hopefully one day I’ll build the courage to write a series.

warnings: Firsts, gentle, soft, super fluffy!

word count: 1113

You and Sam had been dating a little over a month. You were taking things slow. You did a weekly date night when you were both free, going out for coffee, walks and movies. It was nice, and it was slow. Just like the two of you wanted. It had taken to the second week of dating for you to build enough courage to slide your hand into his. You remember the feeling, his hand was warm, and calloused, but soft and gentle at the same time. He was gentle, he didn’t clench tight around your hand, but he didn’t leave it limp. It felt awkward and first, and Sam looked like a tomato as your hand touched his, but he smiled slightly. His facial expression communicating how much he loves you, his eyes sparkling with happiness, showing the unspoken words between the two of you.

Currently, the two of you were sat on your sofa, a plush grey coloured thing that had seen better days, but you covered it with a crochet blanket, and it looked like it was new again. Though Sam didn’t care, all that he cared about was being near you, even if you were sat on the other end of the couch, a gap between the two of you.

You’re not sure what movie Sam had put on for this week’s date night. To be honest you weren’t paying attention, instead you were watching your boyfriend. The way he laughs, his lips stretching across his face, white teeth parted as a guttural laugh escaped from his chest, his eyes squinting and crinkling up. The way he bit his soft red lip when the movie amped up, and he waited on the edge of the seat, eyes fixated on the screen.

You took a deep breath, shuffling closer towards him, closing the space. Sam looked at you out the corner of his eye, a small smile gracing his lips. They entranced you, and you found yourself wondering what it would feel like to kiss him. Closing the space, you rested your head on Sam’s shoulder. You were stiff at first, and he froze when he felt your head lower down, resting against him. The most contact you two had, had since first dating.

“Relax y/n” He whispered, moving his head, and placing it on top of yours. You breathed out a sigh of relief, body easing, moulding into him. He was warm, comfortable and you knew you could spend your entire life curled up into the side of the gentle giant. The movie was ending, the credits started to roll, and you snuggled closer into his shoulder, nose in his neck breathing in his scent. He smelt of pine trees, with hints of amber and lavender. He smelt like home. He chuckled, dipping his head slightly and pecking your head. His lips were even softer than you imagined, and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks, embarrassment flooding you, so you tucked your head further into him.

“I’m sorry y/n. I should have asked first” He mumbled in shame, scared that you didn’t like it.

“I liked it” You breathed against his skin, causing a big smile to erupt across his face.

“What was that?” He smirked, having heard you clearly the first time, but wanting to see your face while you said it. You shuffled closer into his neck, breath fanning against his skin again, as you were about to repeat yourself. But his soft hand reached under your chin, lifting your head up, you closed your eyes, face and ears hot with embarrassment. “Open those pretty eyes y/n” He whispered gently.

You opened your eyes looking at him, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “So, what was that?” He continued, smirking a little.

“I liked it” You turned your head away, but he turned it back to look at him. You could see the happy smile spread across his face, his eyes showing all his adoration, his cheeks rosy. Your eyes flicked between his eyes and lips. God, you wanted to know what his lips would feel like on yours, and subconsciously, you poked your tongue out and licked your lips. Sam noticed straight away; you weren’t making anything subtle.

He moved his hand slowly, calculated. Making sure not to startle you, to not scare you away. Hand gently placed on the back of your neck, leaning in. You snapped out of your trance, when you felt his breath on your lips, your heart rate speeding up. Nodding at Sam, giving him permission, you closed your eyes. It felt like years before his lips touched yours.

They were plump. They were delicious, and you wanted more. But he pulled away.

“Are you sure your ok with this” He purred. You nodded, not trusting your voice, eyes fluttering slightly before you initiated the kiss this time, leaning in, placing a hand against his chest to steady yourself. You could feel the beating of his heart, it was fast and energetic, just like yours.

This time as your lips met you pressed a little harder, the gentle kiss was amazing, but you much preferred it this way. Feeling the pressure, as he pressed his lips back into yours. Your lips danced together, like they were made to be. You didn’t have to think about anything, in fact you didn’t think about anything. Your mind was surrounded by Sam, his smell, his touch, his taste.

He slipped his tongue out, tenderly pressing against your lips. You parted them slowly and he hesitantly entered your mouth, tongue exploring, until it met yours. Your tongues danced together, just like your lips did, fighting for dominance, and it wasn’t long until Sam won.

Though all good things must come to an end, and the two of you pulled apart, saliva connecting the two of you, your hand still resting on his chest, which was rising and falling rapidly as the two of you panted, gasping for air. His hand moved from the back of your neck, to play with a strand of your hair. You looked up at him, through your lashes. A beaming smile spreading across your face, Sam’s face like a mirror reflecting your expression.

You shifted around to your knees, putting more weight on his chest, leaning in quickly and pecking his lips. It was quick, lips ghosting against each other barely touching, and you just giggled at the pure happiness that was spread across Sam’s face.

“I’m guessing you liked that” Sam murmured. You smiled brightly, before snuggling back into his side, as he selected another movie. Sometimes the best date nights, were the ones that were spent inside.

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jaidens · 7 months

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don’t call me kid, don’t call me baby, look at that idiotic fool that you made me

reader and dean maybe something angsty? i just keep thinking about dean and illicit affairs. reader is in love with him, but he doesn’t know and jokingly calls her baby and kid

illicit affairs — taylor swift

pairing [s] : dean winchester x younger!reader

SUMMARY : in which, dean winchester, only sees you as the younger hunting friend.

warning [s] : mentions of : crying, angst w/o comfort, & unrequited love. cursing x1

a/n [s] : ty for the request!!

Dean Winchester flips open the back of the 1967 Impala, rightfully known as ‘Baby’, and pulls out the supplies needed to hunt the werewolves that were terrorizing the small town. “Take this to Sammy, kid.” Dean instructs, piling the items in your arms and waving you off. You sulk as you drag your feet to take it to Sam as he researches more information on his laptop.

The Winchesters and your family had been hunting since the beginning of time. You and Sam grew up together, and you admired his elder brother. Whether that was watching him play basketball in a baggy sleeveless t-shirt and his muscles exposing in highschool. You were four years younger as well. When he was in senior year, you were just beginning your freshman year.

Shamefully, you loved him. Sam was like your brother and best friend, but Dean was different. He cared for you differently. He was more strict, but inherently you hadn't been angry about him. You couldn't tell him about your feelings; they were shoved deep down in your stomach and head. It was important in your field of work that mental health wasn't the orientation, physical health was much more dominant.

“Hey baby! C’mere.” Dean calls out to you. You turn around and walk over to him. “I want you to stay back at the motel. Get some trashy food and sleep. It's dangerous.” You frown and open your mouth to protest his directions, but he's turned away and back to make sure Baby has everything she needs for the ride down. You grumble and walk away, kicking a piece of gravel away from your shoe.

Another thing about Dean Winchester that laid heavy on you was his appreciation of nicknames. How he called Sam, Sammy. Or his beloved Impala, Baby. You were primarily known as “kid” or, his favorite, “baby”. They made you smile when you heard them, on the contrary the idea of it not having a romantic aspect that wasn't shown, hurt. You loved Dean and his antics, however they sometimes made you wanna scream in his face about how you weren't a kid, nor a baby.

Begrudgingly, you walk into the small motel room, and jump onto his couch that has more stains than a tablecloth. You turn on the TV and let it play some random movie after doom scrolling the channel list. Whenever Sam and Dean went on hunts, an unwanted feeling of worry lay in your stomach. You want to chase after them, and protect them in any way you can. They were the only family you had; after your parents had disappeared one day after going for a hunt in a foreign country.

After three hours, you began to worry even more. Usually, if the hunt was easy, it took less than two hours. You pick up your phone and type the numbers of Dean’s number in. It rings throughout the forty-five seconds, before the voicemail box begins.

‘This is the voicemail of Josey Wales. Say your message at the beep.’

You laugh at the sound of Dean’s voice, his Clint Eastwood false name, and the sound of mumbling after he hadn't recognized the box had finished. You stand up and grab your gun and knife that were sitting on the oak table. Shoving them into your bag and waistband, you walk outside to your car. It was smaller, and not as sexy as Baby, but it had worked for the time being.

You remembered the address Dean and Sam were discussing in the car, and pressed it into the GPS and started following the route. You were anticipating what would be there when you'd open the door. You park the car in the secluded area, shutting it off, taking a deep breath and grabbing your items.

The forest didn't exactly look the safest. Every branch that cracked made you flip your head around your look. The house’s chimney was puffing out smoke, and gave you a Northern Star to follow. The impala sits in the driveway, telling you that they were still fighting the creature that lurked inside of the cabin.

You walk around back and find the door, and push it open. Walking inside, you scan the area and see glass broken and other splatters of random objects that were tossed. “Kid! What the hell are you doing?” Dean’s voice fills the room and you turn to stare back at him. You gulp and he stomps his feet up to you. “Why are you here?”

“Because it's been three hours! I was terrified.” You jump to your defense, pointing at him with your finger. Dean furrows his eyebrows and lets out an annoyed sigh. He shakes his head and clasps his hands on his waist. Sam appears in the doorway, and goes to ask you the same question that you've already been accused of.

“Kid—” Dean begins and you snap.

“Stop! Stop fucking calling me kid! I’m 27 years old! For your information, I'm here because I was so scared of leaving you both alone. YOU! Of leaving you alone! Because I love you and I would die if you did!”

“You’re a great friend for showing up, Y/N.” Dean Winchester mumbles before giving you a small frown. You're attempting to catch your breath, chest rising rapidly. Then, he goes silent and walks outside. You hear his engine turnover and Sam stares at you. Your eyes are crowding with tears, pooling in embarrassment and shame. That's when you desperately wanted to hear that nickname. Even the softest whisper of it, you would be happy.

Maybe that's the thing about illicit affairs— they never stay.

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x y/n #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x female!reader #dean winchester angst #dean x you #dean x reader #supernatural x reader #supernatural x y/n #supernatural x you

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mlmxreader · 4 days

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Flea-Bagging | Dean Winchester x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ The prompt “Stop biting your lip like that” with dean please?

I mean, you see him right? ❞

: ̗̀➛ You get injured whilst out on a hunt, but at least Dean has your back and can help you to lick your wounds.

Trigger Warnings : ̗̀➛ graphic injury detail, injury, blood, swearing, brief mentions of alcohol

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Your entire body ached.

Deep, harsh itches against your bones and muscles that could not be scratched at; your joints protested to every movement with sharp stings that sent spasms to your stomach, forcing you to wince as you struggled to sit upright at last.

Coughing heavily until something wet, sticky, and foamy spat from between your lips and onto the duvet at your lap. You didn't even think to look at you swallowed hard, shivering at the slimy thing that went down your throat; its harsh sting almost like acid.

You shook your head as you struggled to regain yourself - but then you noticed that you weren't at home, and even worse, you were not alone.

Sitting across the room, hardly taking his eyes off of you, was Dean. His legs spread as he held a beer bottle and watched you curiously, worriedly.

His eyes quickly flicked from body part to body part. You didn't even notice at first until something white and crinkly caught your eye; gauze on your forearm. You furrowed your brows, grumbling softly as you shook your head and sighed.

"Dean -"

"Stay there," he all but commanded. But he didn't sound angry, he sounded... almost hurt.

But you couldn't stand the itching, and quickly pulled off the gauze so that you could sink your fingers into the wound; tearing through the thin layer of clotted blood and itching as hard as you could, wincing and whimpering until he pounced into action.

Pinning you onto your back with your blood-stained hands above your hand. His hands on your wrists as he growled and straddled your waist.

"Stay."

You shook your head, giving him a pitiful look. "But... itchy."

"Don't care," he breathed out through gritted teeth. "You're gonna get an infection. No flea-bagging."

You tilted your head back, trying to squirm free, but knowing that it was no use; Dean had known you for too long. He knew your weaknesses as much as you knew his. You couldn't even try to bribe him with the promise of pie.

He narrowed his eyes, clenching his jaw. You could hear him grinding his teeth together at the back.

Dean knew you before you had been infected, bitten, but he let you go; he knew you were not a threat and never would be - plus, it helped that you had a better sense of smell. Better eyesight.

You were a great help on hunts, and all too happy to help the green eyed hunter you had had a crush on since you met him during your younger years; he and his father had rolled into town along with his younger brother, and although he was a couple years older, you had always felt something for Dean.

You had done your best to try and kept it hidden, though, even more so when you were bitten; he would never want you, not now that he knew that you were a monster.

You lunged, trying to gnaw and bite at your open wound, but Dean only put more of his weight on you; doing his best to try and ensure that you couldn't reach your forearm.

"Dean!" You whimpered out, an injured and upset pup. "Please! Please... it's so fucking itchy... please..."

Dean shook his head, his gaze softening as he swallowed hard and cleared his throat. "I can't let you do that. You might get an infection, and Sammy's gone to get some more supplies so we can patch you up... unless you wanna go to the hospital?"

"No!" You all but howled, eyes going wide and fearful. "No! No hospitals!"

"Alright," he nodded curtly. "I'm gonna let go, and get the dressings. Can you sit still for two seconds?"

You nodded slowly, sitting upright once he let you go and backed away; you had to admit, you already missed his weight on you. Even if the itch was calling to you, biting and tearing at your skin; but then you looked down, and saw the thick globs of blood along the wound.

How it settled between the lighter bubbles of the exposed muscle; pooling up before spilling over the jagged edges of the bite wound. You knew that Dean would be disappointed, so you sighed, chewing at your mouth until he came back with the motel's first aid box.

"Usually," he started, "I'd get you to get a beer and a bottle of vodka so I can use Sammy's sewing kit, but I'm gonna have to to make do with this... that alright?"

You nodded, swallowing thickly. "Fine."

Dean didn't waste much time, using the flimsy packets of antiseptic to clean out the wound for a moment and trying not to wince at how you flinched and seethed; bearing a jaw full of gnashing, carnivorous, teeth, wide eyes filled with tears.

He bit down on his bottom lip, trying to keep himself focused on getting the wound clean.

"Dean," you growled out through gritted, pointed, teeth. "Dean, please stop biting your lip like that..."

He flashed you a look, and smiled slightly as he cleared his throat, letting go of his lip. "Yeah, sorry... just... I get squeamish fixin' you up."

You tried not to think about it, watching as he expertly unravelled the bandage around your forearm; his brows furrowed as he tried his best to concentrate despite the blood oozing and sprawling amongst the thin and useless fabric.

But it was better than nothing, and he knew that. He knew it was better. But then he pulled away, coughing softly and daring to smile at you.

"There ya go, good as new!" He nodded, knowing that you could see right through him.

"Don't give me that," you whispered. "Give me the truth."

Dean shrugged as he held your gaze. "It ain't lookin' good, Balto. Can tell you that much."

You scoffed at the reference, wanting to roll your eyes. "How bad?"

"You were attacked by one of your own," he said slowly. "Difficult to say how bad it'll be or how long it'll take to heal... but look, I can take you to Jody's and we can-"

"I wanna stay with you," you told him. "Please."

Dean nodded, clearing his throat. "Sure. As long as you don't wake us up by howlin' at the moon or barkin' at the mailman."

You smiled, a little more reassured by his words than anything else. "I won't. I'll be good, promise."

He smiled back, finally letting go of a little bit of tension as his shoulders dropped slightly. "I was worried, y'know. Real worried. I, I mean... you... I can't lose you."

You let your hand rest on his knee as you nodded slowly. "I get it... I don't wanna lose you, either, but... look! You patched me up! Flea-bagging, aside."

A small, short laugh escaped him as he nodded. "Don't let go, yeah?"

You nodded curtly. "I won't if you don't."

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komotionlessqueenmm · 2 years

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Imagine # 1,008

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Year posted - 2022

*Angst anyone?

He had pushed her away, said some horrible things, things he didn't mean, but he said them anyways.

He hurt her, broke her heart, and left her behind. All the while claiming it was for the best, to keep her safe.

At the time she fought for him, and argued that she didn't care about the risks, that she would take any risk for him, because she loved him.

But that was then, and this is now...

And now Dean found himself frozen in his tracks, staring numbly at a newspaper.

The very same newspaper which congratulated (Y/n) (Y/l/n) and Tex Sawyer on their recent marriage.

He had left her there in that little town he had first met her in, and he knew he would find her there again.

But he never even considered the idea that she didn't wait for him, assuming that even after all this time he could make amends, and maybe try again.

Now however he knew that would never happen, she moved on like he insisted she needed to. Even marrying the man, despite having promised Dean all those years ago that no one could replace him.

Taking one of the newspapers in his shaking hands, he stared at her wedding picture, his heart shattering at how happy she looked with the other man.

She looked amazing though, even more beautiful than Dean had ever imagined, when he daydreamed about marrying her himself.

Tears streamed down his face idly, though no one around seemed to even notice.

With a shakey and disappointed sigh he licked his lips before wiping his face with his free hand.

Immediately afterwards tucking the newspaper under his arm, and leaving the gas station without paying for it.

Sam frowned in confusion at the sight of Dean's tear stained cheeks.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked once they were both back in baby.

Dean couldn't bring himself to say it aloud, so instead he begrudgingly shoved the newspaper into Sam's hands.

The younger Winchester read the front page, a small sigh escaping him once he realized what was going on.

"I'm sorry man." Sam murmured to his brother, who sniffled before wiping his face again.

"Yeah... Me too." Dean mumbled before driving off, leaving without interfering with her new life.

Despite how much it hurt him to do so.

*I actually hate writing angst most of the time, because I prefer a happy ending to fanfics. (Probably because of how often my favorite characters die, and I'm tired of suffering heartache over them.) Regardless, I hope you enjoyed lovely reader. 💚 And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated.

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wxckedwxrld · 8 months

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SPN: Dean Winchester

Imagines

* - smut ^ - angst • - fluff

Masterlist

•^ worth it

PSA: these writings ARE NOT MINE. This is a list of fanfiction I have read during august and sept. All credit goes to the original and rightful writers

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notinthislife50 · 11 months

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Chapter 4

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As Jared stood in Jensen’s house on Christmas night watching Amy laughing happily and hugging her husband, he couldn’t help but feel guilty, he took himself off and pulled out his phone trying to call you but there was no answer.

“Just checking in munchkin” he typed “Miss you.”

“Hey Jolly Green, it’s Christmas, enjoy your party, love you guys” was all you wrote back.

Lying in your hotel bed you poured yourself another drink and cried.

After landing in Canada, you moved into one of the other flats with some crew members and when you all returned to film season three you were a broken mess, as was Jensen, but he really did try to remain friends.

In the past, you three had always eaten lunch together, you even had your own table.

But now you sat alone and when Jensen and Jared tried sitting with you, you got up, grabbed your food, and locked yourself in your trailer.

“I'm trying man,” Jensen said looking frustrated at Jared “She is being stubborn.”

“Yea or maybe she doesn’t want to be accused of anything” Jared bit back.

As you gathered around for the table reading Bob mentioned your character and Jensen’s character would be breaking up, nodding sadly, you looked at Jensen “I really hope this makes life easy for you” not your finest hour, you cringed

For the rest of the year you and Jensen didn't have much contact, even at the weekly script reads, you had always sat between Jensen and Jared and now you sat at the end of the table as far away as possible.

Jared stopped you one day “Why are you mad at me?” he demanded angrily “I have always been on your side.”

“I'm not mad at you,“ you sighed “ I just didn't want you to feel you had to make a choice.”

“Well, that’s my choice, and your my best friend as much as Jensen so you don’t get to make that decision.”

As soon as he said that you flung yourself into his arms.

“Sorry jar” you wept, “ I just thought I was making things easier.”

“Yea, well don’t be thinking again, it’s dangerous,” he laughed, and you punched him in the arm.

Things became really became bad when you heard Jensen say to Bob and Eric that he didn’t think your character contributed to the show anymore. But thankfully Bob and Eric put him right in his place telling him the show started with you three and it will end with you three.

You ran up to Jensen and shoved him.

“You really hate me this much that you’re trying to ruin my career, I didn’t think you were this mean.” tears ran down your face.

“Y/N” he softly spoke.

“No” you yelled “I didn’t ask for this, I didn't do anything, and even though we aren’t friends anymore I would never do this to you, stay the fuck away from Jensen”

Jensen’s heart shattered, at that moment he knew you hated him and he didn’t know if he could ever make it up to you. Coming up to Christmas Jared entered your trailer. " Right you’re coming to my house for Christmas and that isn't an option.” "Jared, you go to Jensen's and also you have started dating Gwen. I don't want to lose you too" you argued. "Well, one Gwen knows your coming and two I'm only gonna go to Jensen’s for an hour or two so if you can handle sunbathing by the pool for a short time your coming, Okay?" he said sternly. "Okay," you smiled. "Stop smiling you stubborn ass" which only made you smile more. Christmas night came and Jared headed for the party but had made you a bucket load of margaritas. "No longer than two hours I promise" he hugged you.

“Jared take your time I have cocktails and I’m going to watch White Christmas on your massive TV. I’m happy". You sincerely said.

Meanwhile, at Jensen’s house, he asked Jared if had he heard from you.

"Yea she's at my house " he replied. "What why didn't you say anything?" Jensen asked looking hurt. "She wants to give you your space and I don't want her to have to spend another Christmas alone and it’s my house I don’t have to say jack shit" he shrugged. There came a scoff from beside the two men and they both looked at Amy. "Making her rounds I see." "There is nothing sexual between me and Y/N same way there was nothing between her and Jensen, just a few pretend scenes" he shot back. "Sure, she has you all wrapped around her little finger " she smirked. "You know what I'm done. Sorry, Jensen but this is ridiculous. Y/N is your friend one of your best friends actually. She would never hurt you or your wife." He glared at Amy. "She even spent the past year eating lunch alone. And last year going out of the country for Christmas by herself just to give you space and she is still being accused of shit. You both had barely any scenes together this season so how is this still an issue. You know what I'm out." He said defeated walking out the door hands in the air. "Jared" Jensen pleaded after him. "She has done nothing wrong and you know that. I'll always have your back but she is my best friend too. But in this case, I'm taking her side as she did nothing wrong. Hopefully, you'll see that one day. ".Jared said softly before getting into his car and driving home.

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