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wordieworld-woo · 3 months

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Memories in Rain

Dean x OC Warnings: Show accurate violence, angst no comfort, Meg Masters, potential spoilers Season 7. summary: Gia's a hunter looking for information on why all the people most important to her have forgotten who she is, and turns to Meg for help in tracking down leads. When they run into her reason for fighting so hard to be remembered.

Word count: 1.6k part 1?

Its scream echoed across the walls of the bunker, as she injected another douse of holy water into its system. The Demons voice was hoarse from outbursts of anguish and pain. Yet it refused to give up its master. “I’m gonna ask one last time,” Gia paused, tossing the angel blade from one hand to the next. “I expect a location this time, where’s Crowley,” she asked. Her voice was cold and demanding, it was empty and lacked any form of her humanity. She was the predator, and this demon her prey, god save it. “I don’t know,” it wailed, like a lost puppy. A puppet without a master. “I don't believe you,” She sang, and stepped into the devil’s trap, she placed her blade at the base of his throat and pressed it lightly into its skin. “You’re a knight of hell, you have to know something. Otherwise, what's the point of you,” With every moment that passed her patience was wearing thin, her anger rising and threatening to get the better of her with every second that passed. She moved the blade, from pushing against its throat to resting on its chin. Making it look directly into her eyes as she put more weight behind it. She had hoped that the threat of death would loosen the Demons tongue. “He doesn’t trust me,” It squealed. A desperate attempt to save its life. She sighed, “If that's the case, then you're useless to me aren't you.” She said condescendingly. She plunged the blade through its jaw, and into its skull killing both the Demon and the Human buried deep within. Another Demon to add to the countless others she had killed in the last eight months.

Footsteps descended into the bunker, as she covered the demon with tarp, Meg was back. Meg carried a brown paper bag full of supplies, and noticed the Demon dead on the floor as she unpacked. “Looks like you had fun,” she said, kicking the empty vessle. “Let me guess, another dead end, what are you going to do next Gia,” Gia ignored her, much like she often did in these situations. Though Meg had long since proved she was useful, sometimes Gia was tempted to leave her behind. Though, then she’d be on her own. Hunting with a demon was beter than that. Gia took the wiskey Meg had brought and enjoyed a swig before updating Meg. “It didnt know anything,” She growled, glareing at a corner of the room. Gia was becoming irritated with the lack of progress they were making, how the King of Hell seemed to always be a step ahead. “You’re sure,” Meg asked, taking the bottle for herself and following Gia’s actions, “You hunters usally stab first, ask questions later,”

“You need my help or what,” Gia sneered, questioning why she was working with this demon in the first place. Though the answer to that question was always the same. There wasn’t anyone else. Meg raised her hands in submission, and handed Gia the wiskey again. Gia drank greedilly, enjoying the burn of her throat and the buzz it sent through her system. She offered the bottle again to Meg. Gia took her leave to the furthest corrner of the basement, where she had placed her sleeping bag. Her little corner of solitude was sparse of anything personal except one photo. A photo she had kept hidden from Meg since they had begun working together. In the Photo Gia stood with four men, a small family she had found while hunting, which had recently been stripped away from her. She pulled it out like a ritual and looked longling at the worn photo. In the photo Gia was sitting, piggybacked on the tallest of the group smiling lovingly at his older brother, and his best friend. Though now that didn’t matter as the two that remained no longer remembered her, and the other had made them all forget. As she did every night, Gia allowed herself five minutes to mourn that family, to cry. She crawled into the bag. Hands over her face she silently sobbed until the darkness of sleep came to claim her.

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The day came too quickly as always, and the two girls had moved on from the bunker in Nebraska and began the drive to a small town on the outskirts of Colorado. “Why am I driving this way again,” Gia asked, making the needed turn. Meg sat beside her in the front seat, reading her the directions from a map. “There's a guy attracting a lot of demon attention,” Meg answered blatantly, Gia raised an eyebrow waiting for the demon beside her to continue. “A healer of sorts, Crowley must want him badly, I thought we should get there first,”

“Good idea,” A few hours passed in silence between them as they made good time across states. Meg kept reading directions, though at this point Gia was paying more attention to the signs on the road. At the sixty miles mark Meg broke the silence. “You could aways talk to them,'' she suggested. “Huh,” Gia responded, having been half listening. “You could alway talk to them, that family you say can’t remember you. Gia sighed, she wished it had been that easy. When everything went to shit after purgatory was oppened, she had tried just that. Tried talking to them, but it hadn’t worked, eventually she stopped trying. Although that too had been a mistake. In her absence the man who was like a father to her had been killed, Bobby Singer was dead, and the worst part was he had no memories of Gia when it happened. She shouldn’t have been surprised that Meg brought this conversation up again, despite Gia having not told her who this family were. Almost every time they moved Meg would mention it. “What would be the point, they don’t remember me. They have no idea who I am and no reason to miss me,” Gia ignored the forced pitying look Meg gave her and remained focused on the road. “Just drop it, we’re working.”

“Sure thing Boss!” Meg sassed, returning her attention to the map and resting her feet against the dash. Gia would have chastised her, had it not been for the gas light having turned on.

As Gia filled the tank Meg disappeared inside. While the tank filled Gia rested against the car carefully watching the meter. She spared a glance around her as she removed the pump and noticed two things. One, the strange stares she was getting from two maintenance workers and two, the all too familiar and recognisble black 1967 impala. The worker's eyes turned black and Gia felw into action. Distracted by her dexterity Gia was able to stab one with her angel blade and was stuck wrestling the other. Being able to pin him against her car she killed him too and ran into the store to aid Meg. Meg was fighting, holding her own although whoever was with her wasnt doing as good. Gia used the fact that this demon was distracted to her advantage and went straight for the kill. Adding another demon to the growing tally as Meg finished up, it was when she really saw who she’d saved that she began to back up, as though headed for the exit. Dean Winchester. It should have registered, she’d seen Baby patiently waiting for her Winchester to return outside. Seeing him shocked her, the same way an unexpected plunge into freezing water would. She should have thought, prepared, anything to prevent her from experinceing this. Anything that would have prevented her from standing there unknowingly not listening to a word he had said. A stern glare from him brought her back into reality, “Where did you get the blades,” Dean asked, staring at the Demon and Hunter duo suspiciously. Meanwhile she struggled to breath, the photo was a few years old by now but he still looked the same. He still looked like the charismatic guy that convinced her to help search for his father almost a decade ago. “I asked you a question,” Dean said. She saw the venom in his gaze directed at her and Meg. Gia rolled her eyes. He was the same old Winchester alright, still trying to command her, though this time she was an untrustworthy stranger. One who was allied with a Demon no less. Out of pure reflex she responded “Sorry Winchester, I dont remember signing my name as your little bitch,” she scowled, crossing her arms. “We don’t have to tell you anything.” Gia was furious, not really with Dean but the situation as a whole. In that moment he was the best option to pin his anger onto. For he had forgotten her. Despite everything, the fact that who and what she was to him could be so easily stripped left betrayed. “Why don’t you ask the dead angel?” Meg finally retorted.

“What,” Gia asked, worried about what Meg had done. “Castiels’ alive,” She said “So Dean, Dean, Dean you’ve got some explaining to do.” Dean quickly covered his tracks, tuning the open sign to, closed and pulling the blind down. Gia stood back, allowing Meg to lead the conversation. Too taken back from what had been revealed. It was all too difficult and painful to deal with. Especially given the history that Dean had forgotten between them. “He doesn’t remember,” Dean announced, “You're going to keep your mouth shut Meg” Gia’s attention peaked at this. She looked to Meg for confirmation about Castiel, That her own eyes werent playing some cruel trick and giving her false hope.

“What do you mean he doesn’t remember,” Gia said, butting into the conversation. She needed Dean to be mistaken, needed Castiel to be himself and ready to help when asked. She needed him, like she needed the air to breathe, having one more person forget her was going to tear her apart. Gia needed at least one friend from her past to remember her name...

#dean winchester #meg masters #castiel #dean x reader #samwinterchester #bobby singer #john winchester hate club #Demons #angels are watching over you #Lucifer #gabriel #Ellen & Joe #supernatural fanfiction #join the supernatural family

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wordieworld-woo · 4 months

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Don't you dare... think that there is anything, past or present. that I would put in front of you! - Dean Winchester - Season 8 Episode 23 Sacrifice

#castiel #dean winchester #supernatural fan #supernatural #sam winchester #samwinterchester #bobby singer #destiel #dean #supernatural quotes

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What's dead, should stay dead. -Dean winchester, Season 1: Reaper (The one rule of supernatural ignored, straight after being said)

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wordieworld-woo · 5 months

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It's simple. Freedom is a length of rope. God wants you to hang yourself with it. - Castiel (season 6)

#castiel #dean winchester #supernatural fan #bobby singer #supernatural #destiel #fanfic #sam winchester #samwinterchester #dean #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural quotes #crowley #sam and dean

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wordieworld-woo · 5 months

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Your silence was deafening.

Cas: I cared about the whole world because of you, I love you [the empty caims him] Dean: I love you too Darkness: why didn't you say it earlier

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wordieworld-woo · 7 months

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Pov: Sam and Cas are waiting in Baby while Dean grabs a few things from the Gas station

Sam: Do you have any regrets Cas? Castiel: Many. Though some haunt me more than others. Sam: Like what? Castiel: I believe I learnt some things too late [Sam looks at Cas confused, until he notices the way Cas is looking at Dean) Sam: Oh Castiel: Yes. Oh sums it up perfectly. [Dean enters Baby] Dean: What were you guys talking about? Sam: Nothing Castiel: Nothing

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wordieworld-woo · 8 months

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Imagine: John comes back from the dead and claims Bobby isn't their father

John: You have no right! They're my sons Bobby: What a father you were to those boys! John: Whats that supposed to mean! [Bobby shakes his head] Bobby: You don't know the first thing about those boys you never have. [Silence from John] Bobby: Dean, he hates himself. Because of you. He went to Hell for Sam. Because you drilled it into him. His one role was to protect Sam. John: I love those boys. Bobby: Maybe. But did you act like it?

#bobby singer #john winchester hate club #john winchester #samwinterchester #dean winchester #sam and dean #castiel #supernatural fan #supernatural #sam winchester #fanfic #imagine

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wordieworld-woo · 8 months

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Destiel Playlist

In the name of love - Martin Garrix & BB-Rexa

Another Love - Tom Odell

Daylight - David Kushna

Trench coat Angel - Tyler Ward

Chasing shadows - Alex Warren

Forever ain't long - Radio Company (Jensen Ackles)

Give me suggestions!! :)

#castiel #dean winchester #destiel #supernatural #sam winchester #bobby singer #supernatural fan #fandom playlist #music #Reminds me of destiel #Castiel would listen to these #Sweet baby angel Castiel #Dean

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wordieworld-woo · 8 months

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Some scars cant be healed

Alister x reader, mentioned/ suggested Dean x reader/Castiel x reader

Warning: Mentions of torture, violence canon to SPN, Reader being tortured, self doubt, manipulation

Word count: 745 - unedited (enjoy)

“How many times are you willing to die for them,” Alister sneered. His face in hers , his putrid breath lingering. Every nerve was telling her to run , get away from the demon that was going to torture her. He had said it himself, told her his plan of how he was going to tear her apart. Cut until nothing was left but blood and pain just like he had during her years in hell. How he planned to leave her suspended, barely able to touch the ground, bleeding and nearing death the more days that passed. He wanted her afraid, scared that her mortal life would be taken away, that she’d end up back where they met in hells torture dungeon. She refused to give him that satisfaction, knowing all too well of the pleasure he experienced from seeing her fear.

She stared at the wall, ignoring his taunts and the torture, she stayed quiet as he integrated her avoided giving answers on the Winchesters or Castiel. “Tell me little girl,” he circled where she was tied down. “How many times is it now?” he laughed. She held her resolve despite every instinct screaming to somehow put him into his place. “Bite me…” she said, lacing each word with venom, a final act of defiance. “You know what's funny,” he trailed his knife across her throat “how willing you are to die for them, and how little they care.” “I’ll kill you… I swear,” she snarled. He stabbed his blade into her thigh laughing at the whine that escaped. He smiled at the grimaces and obvious pain she was experiencing, enjoying every second of discomfort she felt. He was only just getting started.

Alister had been at it for hours, and as a master in his craft he was disappointed by what little information he had gotten out of her. How strong her resolve seemed to be. Though little did he know how close she was to breaking, how desperate she had become. That she had given up on Castiel and was praying to god himself to save her. To let her wake up in the arms of her angel, in the arms of Dean just wake up somewhere safe. But she didn’t. God wasn’t listening. Alister was an ‘artist’ always trying new ways, methods of torment in order to get her to speak. To share her knowledge on the Winchesters. Though none of it seemed to work.

“You’ve held together better than I expected,” Alister sang, as he circled her. Examining all the cuts, bruises, burns that had begun to heal, and the many others that were still open. “Where is their loyalty to you… Hmm” She stayed quiet, trying so desperately to ignore his words, and the weight that they carried. Avoiding the thoughts of what if, could he be, knowing too well where they could lead her. She decided that this would be the final time that she reached out to Castiel, that if still no answer came she would allow herself to agree, on what Alister had been saying. “They have none,” he sneered. “You’re just another stray they took in.”

“They don’t care about you.”

A ruffle of wings. Then the anger filled voice of Dean answered “There you’re wrong,” he launched himself in Alister’s direction. She sighed relieved. Grateful that they had come to her rescue. While Dean fought against the Demon, Castiel was quick to release her of her bindings, and examine the exposed wounds. She could read the concern on Castiels face. The feeling of responsibility no doubtly felt as a result of her injuries. “I am sorry I couldn’t find you sooner,” Dean returned at her side, pulling her arm across his shoulders in order to support her weight. “How are you feeling, sweetheart,” Dean asked. His gaze fixed on the blood that covered her clothing. “I’ll live,” “I can only heal so much,” Castiel placed his palm to her head, his grace attaching itself to the more recent damage and stitching her back together.

“Thank you,”

“Let's get you home,” Dean swept her off her feet carrying her from the warehouse to Baby, Castiel following behind. Alister hadn’t succeeded in breaking her, but he had come close. Close to killing her, to getting the information he wanted. She was alive, and breathing in the safety of the people she trusted. But what he’d done had left scars. Perhaps even the kind that angels couldn’t heal.

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wordieworld-woo · 9 months

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An Angel and a Hunter

The what if's surrounding them will always haunt me.

You can say they weren't meant for one another but I cant believe that. I don't know about you, but I want someone to look at me the way Cass does Dean.

#supernatural fan #castiel #dean winchester #destiel #supernatural #samwinterchester #deancas #casdean #spn #spnfandom #team free will #What if's #missed opportunity

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wordieworld-woo · 9 months

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If only I could save you

Prompt: “I’m falling for you and it's scaring the shit out of me”

This is an unedited one-shot set in my OC-Supernatural story. Some background, this is set at the end of Season 3. My character Abbie was raised into Hunting like the boys, and was raised by Bobby after her parents never returned. This is intended to be an eventual Destiel x Oc, but is subject to being changed.

Dean x Oc angst word count: 486

“Shit,” she mumbled glaring at her coffee that was now spilt across the table. After the day she was having it just made sense for yet another thing to fuck her over. It had only been a week since she left, bag in hand ready to start a normal life; away from the chaos that was Dean though this feeling of guilt and regret was drowning her to the point she couldn't breath. Abbie would have given anything for the deal she had made to become void, anything to get back on the road with the two brothers she had left behind, or help Sam one last time on his research. But she couldn't, all because Lilith had plans that she couldn’t interfere with.

She remembered the night she left under the pretence of an old friend in need, and how they were ready to assist in any way possible. She remembered the dread as she hugged Sam for what would be the final time until Dean's death, and the heartache that came with saying goodbye to Dean. But it wasn't like last time, there was no way out of her contract that didn't end with her being the one to send the man she loved to Hell. In spite of everything she kept close, watching over the boys and getting frequent updates from Bobby. Abbie was forced to stand by and watch as his time ticked away, as the end of his final year got closer to the point she couldn't avoid that pit in her heart.

It was, the night before he died when she saw him in person again, saw him sleeping peacefully through the night for once. She hadn't meant to end up there with the hell-hounds on his trails, she should have kept her distance. Abbie hadn't even noticed as she pulled up in front of Bobby's house where she was. Nor did she remember going in that room. Her heart sank at the sight of him, the knowledge of what would be waiting in hell made her sick. However she couldn't leave without saying something.

She leant down to him “I fell for you so quickly and completely,” she sighed “loving you sunk up on me Dean,” She paused the last few months sticking with her, the guilt of being away catching her off guard. “Honestly it’s scaring the shit out of me,”

“What happens to you in Hell… know you will survive it,”

“I’m gonna get you out, I swear.”

Pushing some hair from out his face she kissed his cheek, unlikely to see him again she left. Refusing to look back, knowing that if she did she wouldn't have the strength to walk away again. When she returned to her car; for the first time in six years she cried. Cried for all the missed opportunities, missed chances, and for the man she had never let herself love.

#castiel #dean winchester #bobby singer #fanfic #suoernatural #supernatural x oc #supernatural fan #sam winchester #angst #missed opportunity #mutual pinning #crowley #supernatural x reader #supernatural fanfiction #Supernatural au #destiel x reader

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