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queen-of-deans-booty · 5 hours ago
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O Brother Where Art Thou?: Final Part
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~2.2k
Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst, feeling broken and utterly helpless to the point of depression
Summary: Amara tries to get her brother's attention but gets you instead. She makes you see that it doesn't matter how strong you get, she will always be one step ahead of you. Meanwhile, Sam and Dean go to Hell with Rowena and Crowley to talk to Lucifer who might be the answer to their biggest problem.
Season Eleven Masterlist
Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3
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You turn and see Amara wearing a long black dress and all grown up, like when she first came to you after being released. Your phone keeps ringing but you can't move to answer it.
"You felt my presence. That's why you came here."
She touches your arm and suddenly, you're not in the park. You're in the middle of a field. Where, you're not exactly sure. You could be in the same state or halfway across the country. You look to the right and see beautiful mountains and a lake in the valley between them. Wherever you are, you're not in Kansas.
"You grew up," you say and face Amara.
"Yes."
"This is you now?"
"Me before you. Once I claim my vessel, I'll be complete." You take a step back from her and she sighs. "You misunderstand my purpose on Earth."
"What about the people you murdered in that church? Do I misunderstand them?"
"I had to get His attention." She sees the look of confusion on your face. "God. I tried praying and calling out in need. He ignored me. He forced my hand. I had no other reason than to harm his chosen. My issue is with my brother, not his creation."
"I don't care what the deal is between you two. I don't care who threw the first punch or whoever was Daddy's favorite--"
"There was no Daddy," she cuts you off. 
"--I don't care. That mess is your mess. It's between you two. You're killing people. You're taking their souls!"
"I consumed their souls. They aren't gone. They're a part of me and, in that way, they live forever." You scoff. "I see the wariness in your eyes, the mistrust. I don't blame you."
"I'm glad," you roll your eyes.
"It's incredible. He was so threatened by me, fearful that I would make a more perfect creation than He. So, he exiled me. Virtually erased me. Passed on stories that I was a threat. He encouraged religions as monuments to his ego and promised the fearful safety if they'd adore Him. His way or the highway."
"Some people find comfort in that. It is His universe. His rules."
"What if there were no rules? No pain. No prayer. Just bliss. For everyone. Forever."
"What is it that you want, Amara? What do you want from me? When you make the world of bliss and peace, what's in it for you?"
"What I deserve," she answers.
"Which is?"
"Everything."
"I'm gonna need you to be more specific."
"I was the beginning and I will be the end. I will be all that there is."
"That would make you God."
"No, God was the Light. I'm the Dark."
Blue magic pours from your hands and all she can do is laugh in amusement. She doesn't think you can beat her. Maybe not. But it'll be fun to try.
"Then what?"
"That's all you need to know for now."
You know this isn't going to work but it'll work as a distraction. You send a blue ball of magic at her but she dodges it easily. She sees your attack coming from a mile away. She storms over to you and grabs you, but you disappear right in front of her eyes in a mist of blue magic. You reappear right behind her and shove a sharp blade of magic into her stomach. She gasps and stumbles forward, having been caught off guard.
She turns and looks at you with a deadly glare. Your magic mists away and she composes herself. You're about to attack her again when she grabs your throat tightly and pulls you into her. You struggle against her hold but it's no use. Even with your magic, she's stronger than you. Tears threaten to fall but you can't let her see just how broken you are. She opens her mouth and sucks a bit of your magic from you. She only takes a second's worth before smirking.
"Try that again and I'll suck every bit of magic from you, and that includes your soul. I need your magic. I don't need you." She shoves you away from her. "You had to know that was pointless. I know that you're a warrior and your instinct is to resist, but I can't be resisted."
You stumble away from her and cough violently. You let the tears fall now, not caring if she sees them or not.
"If you want my magic, then take it. I don't want it anymore."
She laughs. "Yes, because of the Scarlet Witch, right?"
"I've hurt people with this magic. If you want it so badly, take it from me."
"No, I don't think I will," she smirks. "You're the one who freed me."
"I didn't do shit."
"Oh, right, I forgot. Your boyfriends did. Regardless, it was destiny. You and Dean bore the Mark. I am the original Mark." She moves the strap of her dress to the side to show her Mark. "Either I take Dean or I take you, and based on your decisions over the years, you won't let me go near him."
"No, I won't let you near my family," you cry.
"It's so simple, Y/N. We will become one. Why wouldn't you want that?"
"Amara!" You two look to the right and see three angry angels with angel blades. "You're going to surrender to us and the judgment of Heaven."
"Why ever would I submit to anything of God's creation? Tell your master to come fetch me himself."
"All of Heaven's on high alert. If you resist, each and every angel in the skies will smite you, in a single unified blow," the middle angel says.
"Not even you could survive it," the third angel says.
As much as Amara scares you, if she dies, so does all of creation.
"Okay, why don't you take a step back, okay? If you take her down, a whole bunch of people are going to die."
"We're at the point where sacrifice is inevitable."
Amara raises her hand just as the first angel steps forward to attack. The angel stops and shakes from whatever Amara is doing to him. A white light shines from his mouth and eyes, and his grace explodes from his body as he dies. The middle angel steps forward only to be stopped by Amara. He takes the angel blade and points it toward his chin. It seems like he's not the one forcing him to do that. Amara, using her powers, shoves the angel blade through his chin and out the top of his head, killing the angel immediately. The final angel takes one step and is disintegrated immediately by Amara.
"What have you done?" you ask, horrified.
Lightning flashes overhead, signaling that more angels are coming. Thunder claps loudly across the valley, and the clouds darken and swirl into an angry storm.
"They're coming. They will smite you."
"Maybe now, He'll hear me."
"You don't need my magic, Amara. Look at what you just did all on your own."
"Whether I need it or not isn't your concern. I am coming for you, and you better be ready when I am."
Suddenly, you're put back into the park you were in when you were waiting for Amara to show. She's not there, but she's not really on your list of concerns right now. You have to get to Sam and Dean before something bad can happen.
Dean tries calling you but you won't answer. They have the means to get to the Cage, and Rowena grows impatient just waiting for you.
"Sam, everything is in order. Fergus is coming. We can't keep waiting."
"I promised her I'd call," Dean says and tries you again.
"I promised Lincoln a fun night at the theatre. Things change. It's now or never."
"Dean, she'll be fine. We should do this now," Sam says.
"Fine," Dean sighs.
With Crowley's help, he takes the brothers and Rowena down to Hell. The path to the Cage is lined with high brick walls and flaming torches to light it. Crowley looks nervous which Rowena picks on.
"Flop sweat sonny? Dread of what's to come?"
"Can it, Mother. Your barbs may amuse your circle of hags, but you have no idea what you're tampering with; what Lucifer is capable of."
"Well dear, if you can't stand the heat, get out of Hell." Sam looks around nervously, uncertain of what's to come. "I must say it's not as scenic as I'd expected."
"We are in the furthest reaches of Hell, or Limbo, where I send unruly souls for a timeout."
"This is where I meet with Lucifer?" Sam asks.
The four of them come to an empty cage in the middle of a circle of torches. Thunder sounds throughout Limbo and a bit of lightning shows in the distance. Rowena starts to paint sigils on the cage, ones that will allow Lucifer to talk to Sam.
"It makes your flesh crawl, doesn't it Moose? I get it. I'm the King of this place. It's still not my cup of tea."
"I don't know, Crowley. I'd say it suits you. Dark. Empty," Dean comments.
"Fascinating; the utter contempt, when I'm in the midst of saving the Winchester's bacon, again."
"The point of this is to save everyone's bacon, including yours. Let's just hope she knows what she's doing. This cell won't hold shit if the warding is not right," Sam scoffs.
"Don't you worry about me, Samuel. I'm a professional," Rowena rolls her eyes.
"Are you certain you can do this without actually opening the Cage?" Crowley asks.
"We are about to find out, aren't we?" Rowena starts to chant the spell and the sigils on the cage illuminate. A fire springs to life, surrounding the entire cage. "Now, let's have a go at that Cage."
The thunderstorms still rage overhead. Dean looks at his brother who looks downright terrified. A silhouette of someone appears in the cage but it's no secret who it is. The eyes are bright red, and he is surrounded by smoke so that the only thing they can see are his eyes. He steps closer to the bars and his eyes return to their normal color. Lucifer grins and leans against the bars nonchalantly.
"My old friend, Crowley."
"A mere acolyte, carrying your torch."
"You're too kind... to yourself." Rowena gasps softly and gazes at Lucifer in adoration. "What do you want of me?" Sam and Dean emerge from the shadows, and Lucifer's grin only deepens when he sees his vessel. "Sam Winchester. My old roomie. Hug it out?" They don't respond. "I gotta say, I'm a little in the dark about this meeting. Am I up for parole? Time off for bad behavior?" Lucifer laughs. "I don't really get visitors."
"If it weren't for the crisis top-side, you wouldn't be getting one now."
"Crisis?"
"I want to talk to Lucifer alone," Sam says.
Dean is about to respond but he sees the comment wasn't directed toward him. It was directed toward Crowley and Rowena. The duo leaves and heads up the small hill to watch the exchange from a distance.
"He's so alpha, isn't he? Probably not relationship material though." Rowena sighs with love-struck eyes.
"Mother, you're drooling. Get a hold of yourself."
"So, care to tell me why you came all the way out here?"
"I know you know who the Darkness is," Sam says.
Lucifer inhales sharply. "Yikes, that doesn't sound good. I'm aware of what she was, but that was eons ago."
"She's been released. Now, she's somewhere or everywhere on Earth," Dean says.
"How ever did that happen?"
"It doesn't matter. What matters is that she's a threat to everyone, including you."
"Hmm. That leads me to my next question. Where's the big burrito himself? Where's God in all of this?"
"We don't know," Dean says.
"What? Caught the fun bus out of town? Figures," Lucifer scoffs.
"Recently, he has reached out to an interested party."
"Who?"
"Me," Sam says.
"You?"
"He answered my prayers."
"Did he now?" Lucifer smirks. "What was Dad's suggestion?"
"To seek out you."
"Get outta town!" Lucifer laughs. "Seriously? Who'd have thought? I completely get why you came to me. You can't ignore God, right? God says jump, everybody says, 'How high?'"
"Does that mean you're on board?"
"Well, I did help Dad seal up the Darkness all those years ago. She's quite a force. Determined to take over everything, even back then. Prone to tantrums. I can see why Pop is lying low. Now that sis is here, God's not the only circus in town."
"Is she equal to him in power?" Dean asks.
"Raw power? Sure, but she's got none of the experience. God is a master strategist. That's why you're here. God needs me to help put the cat back in the bag." He laughs. "He can't do it by himself. I've seen that movie."
"What do you need?"
"I need a ride out of here. I mean, I look swell in here and everything, but I'd be so much smoke top-side."
"You want a vessel."
"Not just anyone. I want one who is strong enough to hold me, handy, and available now. Catch my drift?"
"No, not gonna happen. Like hell am I letting my little brother be a vessel for you." Dean looks at Sam. "Not gonna happen."
Did you really expect me to agree to this?" Sam asks, ignoring his brother for now. Lucifer nods and smiles. "So, what, I just disappear while you take my body and get set loose on the world again?"
Lucifer nods again. "I know, Sam. It's a lot to ask, but desperate times require desperate measures."
"That's not desperate! That's certifiable!" Sam yells.
"Okay, hold on there a second cowboy. Take a breath. You have been working with Crowley. You passed certifiable three off-ramps ago. Look, I'm no fan of the ruler of the Universe, but here I am, ready to pitch in."
Sam stares at Lucifer in thought.
"Sam! You're not doing it! We'll find another way."
"Sam, why do you think God sent you to me? To get my help, which I only now just offered. Sam, your visions were the Word of God. You can't say no to that."
"Sam, listen to what I'm saying. I'm not letting you do this. He is manipulating you. If you let him in, that's it. You won't get back out. We got lucky the first time, and I don't think we can just bring the Horsemen rings back," Dean says.
"So, have you thought about it, Sam? Do I have an invitation to look forward to?" Lucifer asks.
Sam looks at his brother who only holds concern for him. He looks at Rowena and Crowley who also look uncertain. They're not down here, but he can only imagine Lucifer's voice travels. The illuminated sigils on the cage begin to fade, and the fire around it starts to die down. Crowley panics but Rowena looks intrigued at the thought of Lucifer being released.
"What the hell is going on?" The fire around the cage is extinguished completely. "Why did the warding fail? What's happening?"
Lucifer crooks one finger at Sam for him to come closer but Sam won't move. It doesn't matter. Lucifer uses his powers and brings Sam into the cage with him without a second thought.
"Together again," Lucifer grins.
Sam, terrified, backs into the corner of the cage. Dean jumps and slams his hands on the bars, fearful for his younger brother.
"Get him out! Rowena!" Dean yells.
"Hey, Sam Winchester. Did you miss me? I bet you did." Sam is terrified but he swallows that down and keeps his calm composure. "I have to say, you're extraordinarily calm given the circumstances."
"It's pretty much exactly how God told me it was going to be. Guess I just have to go with it and play my hand."
"That would make so much sense if it was God that was doing the talking. You see Sam, when the Darkness descended the impact on Hell was massive. The Cage was damaged. Through the fissures, I was able to reach out. It wasn't God inside your head Sam. It was me." The fear returns to Sam's face. "So, you see, he's not with you. He's never been with you. It was always... just... me."
"No, you're lying," Sam whispers fearfully.
"I guess I am your only hope."
A tear escapes Sam's eye when he finally realizes the predicament he's in.
"It's never going to happen."
"Ah, well, settle in there buddy." Lucifer smiles. "Hey, roomie... Upper bunk? Lower bunk? Or you wanna share?"
"Dean! Get me out of here!" Sam pleads, looking at his brother with wide eyes.
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queen-of-deans-booty · 10 hours ago
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O Brother Where Art Thou?: Part One
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~2.2k
Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst, feeling broken and utterly helpless to the point of depression
Summary: Amara tries to get her brother's attention but gets you instead. She makes you see that it doesn't matter how strong you get, she will always be one step ahead of you. Meanwhile, Sam and Dean go to Hell with Rowena and Crowley to talk to Lucifer who might be the answer to their biggest problem.
Season Eleven Masterlist
Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3
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The new holiday is upon you in full force. A huge Christmas tree stands proudly in the library with boxes of ornaments next to it. Lights are strung up on the bookshelves in different colors, mistletoe hangs on two of the doorways, and a bunch of decorations are littered everywhere else. The kids were so excited when you went shopping with them last week, and you got everything they put in the cart.
Christmas is a holiday you'll spoil your kids with for everything they want. Even before taking the Mark, you loved spoiling Maryann and Joanna. Your closet is stocked full of presents for everyone that you still have to wrap, but your closet is spelled so the kids can't get into it anyway. Even the dogs have presents waiting for them.
There aren't a lot of things you can control these days, but this is something you can do. This makes the dark cloud a little less dark, and that's all you're looking for these days.
"Here, Mommy, put this one up," Joanna says, hanging you a star she made.
"Thanks, baby."
You grab the ornament and stick it on one of the branches. Molly grabs Mary and lifts her so that she can put an ornament on the tree higher than her height. The garage door opens and slams shut, and your husband's voice bounces off the walls.
"Because it's crazy, okay! It's not going to happen. How many times do I have to say that this is a horrible idea?"
You sigh and look at your children as if their arguing is your fault. Sam's been wanting to visit Lucifer in the cage but Dean won't let him. It's been the subject of their discussions for weeks now.
"About as many as I have to say, okay then what else have we got? I'm all ears. Ordinarily, I'd agree with you, but the visions only happen when I reach out to God. I asked him for a way to beat the Darkness and the visions got more specific--I was in the Cage."
"Yeah, with Lucifer!" Both brothers walk into the library having not seen you yet. "The biggest monster ever hatched. Fan-fucking-tastic!"
"Lucifer was the biggest monster ever hatched until we hatched one that's even worse. In the vision, Lucifer touches me and I feel calm, like things will be alright. That's not something I would ever come up with. I mean, that is the last thing that I would ever feel."
"If Lucifer touched you, it would be the last thing you think. Ever." Dean looks at the kids and decides to grab a drink from the mini bar he installed on wheels. "Why would God even ask this of you? What proof do we have that any of this is actually real?"
"There was a burning bush. Like in the Bible."
"You said you were in the forest. There are bushes there and sometimes they burn!"
"Dean, doesn't it make sense? I mean, Lucifer would know how God ended the Darkness. He was there."
Dean knew he would eventually lose this discussion the more Sam grew passionate about it. Maybe there is some truth to what Sam is saying, and if there is, there is only one person who can get you to see Lucifer.
The only way you're going to get there is through Hell itself.
"We gotta go. We'll be gone for a few days," you say to the kids.
"Can I go on this one?" Noah asks.
"Not this one." Noah pouts but you explain before he can get too sad. "Noah, we're going into the demon's territory. We're going to Hell. We're going to be talking to someone who won't care if you're a kid or not. He won't care if you're my kid or not. I can't have you down there, okay? You're safe up here."
"Okay," he nods. "Will you be back in time for Christmas?"
"Of course. I wouldn't miss it for the world," you grin.
Once Crowley got word that you three wanted to meet him, he sent you to a homeless camp a few towns over from the Bunker. You've been waiting for twenty minutes when Crowley finally decides to show. Sam gives him a rundown of the visions he's been getting and how it directly tie to Lucifer.
"So, God assured you of this, did he? I'd say you're making this up but I never think of you as imaginative," Crowley says once Sam is finished.
"We're not saying it's going to happen. We just want to know... theoretically... if it's possible."
"The Cage is a can of worms you do not want to open. I believe this conversation is over."
Before Crowley can snap his fingers and disappear, Dean speaks.
"Is it? Crowley, you know that the Darkness is going to pound on everything and that includes you."
"Yeah. You had a shot at taking her out when she was with you, but apparently, you thought that sucking up was the way to go," Sam adds. "That didn't work out so well."
"Because she chose you two," Crowley sneers at you and Dean. "You couldn't control your girlfriend. What happened in that room? Why did she insist on sparing you two? What is she to you two?"
"You mean besides the fact that I am her vessel?" you ask. "She's God's sister."
"God's sister? He has relatives? I had that kind of leverage under my thumb and I let it slip away?" Crowley gasps.
"Can we focus on the big picture here okay? Can Sam meet with Lucifer or not?"
"In the Cage."
"No, not in the Cage," you snap. "That's not going to happen."
"Okay, then I don't meet with Lucifer. Y/N, we can't let him out." Crowley sighs and rolls his head to the side to work out the kinks in his neck. "Do you have something to add?"
"There may be a way. Clearly, if Sam enters the Cage he's gone. While it's on my bucket list, now is not the time to be selfish. You need a secure site, a way to neutralize Lucifer's powers."
"In Hell?"
"Yes, in Hell!" Crowley shouts. "It's so we have a modicum of control. Do you think I want that abomination running amuck upstairs?"
"Is it possible to control the situation?" Dean asks. "If Sam's not safe it's not happening."
"Goodness mummy, loosen the grip." Crowley rolls his eyes. "Theoretically, it's possible, with challenges. I can arrange for transit into Hell. Opening the Cage, that's another matter."
"You're the King of the joint. Don't you have a key?"
"It was sealed by God Himself. Of course, I don't have a key. The mechanisms of the divine manufacturer, I believe its secrets, along with the spells for warding were recorded where many such mysteries are found--the Book of the Damned."
"I'm assuming you know where Rowena is?"
"As a matter of fact, I do."
Crowley doesn't want to take you right to Hell immediately so he takes you to the asylum where he and Amara have been hiding out. That must be the place of operations when he's on Earth. Crowley sits upon his throne while you three are hiding off to the side, and two demons fetch his mother. Minutes later, she is being dragged into the room with a hood over her head. He nods to his demons who remove the hood from her.
"Mother. Good of you to stop by."
"Unhand me, you goons," she bites. Crowley motions for the demons to leave, and they do. "So, Fergus. Think you've won? Lay a hand on me and my followers will swoop down on this tin-can palace of yours with all the power of the Book of the Damned."
"Stow it, you lying bitch. If you could do that, you'd have done it. If I wanted to kill you, I'd have done that."
"Not that you haven't tried."
"You tried to kill me twice!"
"What is it they say? Third time's the charm?" Dean opens the door and all three of you step inside the room. Rowena scoffs loudly when she sees you. "Oh, you're not handing me over to them. It's beneath even you. They're your enemies as well!"
"We get it, Rowena. We're all enemies, but right now, we've got bigger fish to fry. Then we can go back to killing each other," Dean smiles.
"Yes, the ghastly force that was set free when the Mark was removed."
"You know?"
"I've heard whispers. Is it as bad as they say?"
"It's worse," you say. "We all got a part in locking it back up."
"Oh, really, and what happens to me once the danger is past? How do I know that I can trust any of you?" she glares.
"You don't. None of us do. It's a Devil's bargain."
Sam and Dean tell her what's going on while you stand off to the side with your head down. You hate trusting Rowena but having her kind of magic might be needed in putting Amara away again.
"Can this be true?" Rowena gasps. "His sister! In my day we'd all be burned at the stake for even thinking any of this."
"You see then, Mother, the need for urgency."
"If my deciphering of the Book is so pivotal, I'd like to know what's in it for me."
"You mean other than your life?"
"Speaking of which, I'll make you a little deal, Mommy. You pitch in like a good girl and I'll call off my assassins. No more looking over your shoulder, for now."
Rowena doesn't need to think about it.
"I'll need the Codex, of course, and the code-breaker Charlie devised."
"You'll get limited access... supervised," Sam says.
"We need to know how to open the Cage and how to protect Sam once it is," Dean says.
"Just what's in this cage that's so dangerous?"
"Lucifer."
"Lucifer? The original Dark Prince?"
"Yes. An archangel so badass that he was personally dumped into the Cage by God himself."
"No time to waste then," Rowena grins.
You, Sam, and Dean have alerts set up on your phone whenever something that's up your radar happens. Like now, you get an alert on your phone about murders in a church not far from here.
"Are you seeing this?" you ask and show Dean your phone. "It's her. I know it is."
"She's bating us. She wants attention."
"Listen, why don't you two stay here and I'll go see what she wants."
"I should go with you," Dean offers.
"No, I am her vessel. She won't hurt me. Plus, are you really going to let Sam stay here alone with Lucifer? No, I'll go alone and will call you if anything happens." You pull Dean in and kiss him. "I'll be okay."
"Please be safe."
You take the Impala and drive to the place where Amara is wreaking havoc. The cops are still here investigating the murders, and after a quick talk with them, you still don't know what her plan is. You step off to the side and call Dean who answers on the first ring.
"Hey, any luck?"
"Not yet but the stuff we're looking for is definitely in the book."
Sam's voice can be heard in the background. "Hey, hey, hey! No snooping around there. Focus!"
"Did you find anything at the church?"
"I just got here. The cops said that the last time the vics were seen alive, one of them, a Priest, said they were talking to some mystery woman. She was not killed."
"Amara?"
"Yeah, I think so. It's a massacre here, Dean. The place is covered in blood."
"She's upping her game. She's going to pass the point where we can deal with her."
"How is Sam doing? Are you sure he's okay with this?"
"No, not even a little, but what choice do we have?"
"For the record, I hate it. I hate that I can defeat her. Just wait for me before you do anything. Don't do anything until I get back."
"Right now it's just research, but, you got it. Nothing without you."
"I love you."
"I love you, too, sweetheart."
Dean hangs up the phone and looks at his brother and Rowena who are trying to read the book. She glares at Sam who is trying to ignore her.
"You, your blood-thirsty brother, and his witch of a wife say we're partners in this holy war against Amara, and yet," Rowena holds up her chained hands, "trussed like a chicken."
"You're sitting there with the Book of the Damned and the means to read every word, and you think I'm going to set you free? Do I look crazy?"
"Well, you do have unresolved issues with your domineering older brother and the abandonment by your father."
"Get back to work," Sam growls. Rowena laughs. "We're running out of time here!"
Dean watches his brother with a close eye for the next thirty minutes. Rowena stands and grins, having read something useful in the Book of the Damned.
"What?! What now?!" Sam asks, annoyed.
"I found the spell, but I'll need some ingredients. Get your affairs in order. We're going to Hell."
You know Amara is still in town because you can feel her. You're not sure where she is but you have a feeling she will seek you out once she knows you're sticking around. You sit on a bench in the local park and nervously bounce your leg while waiting. You're too nervous to stay seated so you get up and pace the length of the bench. Your phone rings but you can't answer it. You know she's standing behind you.
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queen-of-deans-booty · 12 hours ago
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Will you be my Galentine? 😘 love you bb
i might be late but it’s still february so yes, i’ll be your galentine
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queen-of-deans-booty · 12 hours ago
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O Brother Where Art Thou?: Final Part
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~2.2k
Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst, feeling broken and utterly helpless to the point of depression
Summary: Amara tries to get her brother's attention but gets you instead. She makes you see that it doesn't matter how strong you get, she will always be one step ahead of you. Meanwhile, Sam and Dean go to Hell with Rowena and Crowley to talk to Lucifer who might be the answer to their biggest problem.
Season Eleven Masterlist
Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3
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You turn and see Amara wearing a long black dress and all grown up, like when she first came to you after being released. Your phone keeps ringing but you can't move to answer it.
"You felt my presence. That's why you came here."
She touches your arm and suddenly, you're not in the park. You're in the middle of a field. Where, you're not exactly sure. You could be in the same state or halfway across the country. You look to the right and see beautiful mountains and a lake in the valley between them. Wherever you are, you're not in Kansas.
"You grew up," you say and face Amara.
"Yes."
"This is you now?"
"Me before you. Once I claim my vessel, I'll be complete." You take a step back from her and she sighs. "You misunderstand my purpose on Earth."
"What about the people you murdered in that church? Do I misunderstand them?"
"I had to get His attention." She sees the look of confusion on your face. "God. I tried praying and calling out in need. He ignored me. He forced my hand. I had no other reason than to harm his chosen. My issue is with my brother, not his creation."
"I don't care what the deal is between you two. I don't care who threw the first punch or whoever was Daddy's favorite--"
"There was no Daddy," she cuts you off. 
"--I don't care. That mess is your mess. It's between you two. You're killing people. You're taking their souls!"
"I consumed their souls. They aren't gone. They're a part of me and, in that way, they live forever." You scoff. "I see the wariness in your eyes, the mistrust. I don't blame you."
"I'm glad," you roll your eyes.
"It's incredible. He was so threatened by me, fearful that I would make a more perfect creation than He. So, he exiled me. Virtually erased me. Passed on stories that I was a threat. He encouraged religions as monuments to his ego and promised the fearful safety if they'd adore Him. His way or the highway."
"Some people find comfort in that. It is His universe. His rules."
"What if there were no rules? No pain. No prayer. Just bliss. For everyone. Forever."
"What is it that you want, Amara? What do you want from me? When you make the world of bliss and peace, what's in it for you?"
"What I deserve," she answers.
"Which is?"
"Everything."
"I'm gonna need you to be more specific."
"I was the beginning and I will be the end. I will be all that there is."
"That would make you God."
"No, God was the Light. I'm the Dark."
Blue magic pours from your hands and all she can do is laugh in amusement. She doesn't think you can beat her. Maybe not. But it'll be fun to try.
"Then what?"
"That's all you need to know for now."
You know this isn't going to work but it'll work as a distraction. You send a blue ball of magic at her but she dodges it easily. She sees your attack coming from a mile away. She storms over to you and grabs you, but you disappear right in front of her eyes in a mist of blue magic. You reappear right behind her and shove a sharp blade of magic into her stomach. She gasps and stumbles forward, having been caught off guard.
She turns and looks at you with a deadly glare. Your magic mists away and she composes herself. You're about to attack her again when she grabs your throat tightly and pulls you into her. You struggle against her hold but it's no use. Even with your magic, she's stronger than you. Tears threaten to fall but you can't let her see just how broken you are. She opens her mouth and sucks a bit of your magic from you. She only takes a second's worth before smirking.
"Try that again and I'll suck every bit of magic from you, and that includes your soul. I need your magic. I don't need you." She shoves you away from her. "You had to know that was pointless. I know that you're a warrior and your instinct is to resist, but I can't be resisted."
You stumble away from her and cough violently. You let the tears fall now, not caring if she sees them or not.
"If you want my magic, then take it. I don't want it anymore."
She laughs. "Yes, because of the Scarlet Witch, right?"
"I've hurt people with this magic. If you want it so badly, take it from me."
"No, I don't think I will," she smirks. "You're the one who freed me."
"I didn't do shit."
"Oh, right, I forgot. Your boyfriends did. Regardless, it was destiny. You and Dean bore the Mark. I am the original Mark." She moves the strap of her dress to the side to show her Mark. "Either I take Dean or I take you, and based on your decisions over the years, you won't let me go near him."
"No, I won't let you near my family," you cry.
"It's so simple, Y/N. We will become one. Why wouldn't you want that?"
"Amara!" You two look to the right and see three angry angels with angel blades. "You're going to surrender to us and the judgment of Heaven."
"Why ever would I submit to anything of God's creation? Tell your master to come fetch me himself."
"All of Heaven's on high alert. If you resist, each and every angel in the skies will smite you, in a single unified blow," the middle angel says.
"Not even you could survive it," the third angel says.
As much as Amara scares you, if she dies, so does all of creation.
"Okay, why don't you take a step back, okay? If you take her down, a whole bunch of people are going to die."
"We're at the point where sacrifice is inevitable."
Amara raises her hand just as the first angel steps forward to attack. The angel stops and shakes from whatever Amara is doing to him. A white light shines from his mouth and eyes, and his grace explodes from his body as he dies. The middle angel steps forward only to be stopped by Amara. He takes the angel blade and points it toward his chin. It seems like he's not the one forcing him to do that. Amara, using her powers, shoves the angel blade through his chin and out the top of his head, killing the angel immediately. The final angel takes one step and is disintegrated immediately by Amara.
"What have you done?" you ask, horrified.
Lightning flashes overhead, signaling that more angels are coming. Thunder claps loudly across the valley, and the clouds darken and swirl into an angry storm.
"They're coming. They will smite you."
"Maybe now, He'll hear me."
"You don't need my magic, Amara. Look at what you just did all on your own."
"Whether I need it or not isn't your concern. I am coming for you, and you better be ready when I am."
Suddenly, you're put back into the park you were in when you were waiting for Amara to show. She's not there, but she's not really on your list of concerns right now. You have to get to Sam and Dean before something bad can happen.
Dean tries calling you but you won't answer. They have the means to get to the Cage, and Rowena grows impatient just waiting for you.
"Sam, everything is in order. Fergus is coming. We can't keep waiting."
"I promised her I'd call," Dean says and tries you again.
"I promised Lincoln a fun night at the theatre. Things change. It's now or never."
"Dean, she'll be fine. We should do this now," Sam says.
"Fine," Dean sighs.
With Crowley's help, he takes the brothers and Rowena down to Hell. The path to the Cage is lined with high brick walls and flaming torches to light it. Crowley looks nervous which Rowena picks on.
"Flop sweat sonny? Dread of what's to come?"
"Can it, Mother. Your barbs may amuse your circle of hags, but you have no idea what you're tampering with; what Lucifer is capable of."
"Well dear, if you can't stand the heat, get out of Hell." Sam looks around nervously, uncertain of what's to come. "I must say it's not as scenic as I'd expected."
"We are in the furthest reaches of Hell, or Limbo, where I send unruly souls for a timeout."
"This is where I meet with Lucifer?" Sam asks.
The four of them come to an empty cage in the middle of a circle of torches. Thunder sounds throughout Limbo and a bit of lightning shows in the distance. Rowena starts to paint sigils on the cage, ones that will allow Lucifer to talk to Sam.
"It makes your flesh crawl, doesn't it Moose? I get it. I'm the King of this place. It's still not my cup of tea."
"I don't know, Crowley. I'd say it suits you. Dark. Empty," Dean comments.
"Fascinating; the utter contempt, when I'm in the midst of saving the Winchester's bacon, again."
"The point of this is to save everyone's bacon, including yours. Let's just hope she knows what she's doing. This cell won't hold shit if the warding is not right," Sam scoffs.
"Don't you worry about me, Samuel. I'm a professional," Rowena rolls her eyes.
"Are you certain you can do this without actually opening the Cage?" Crowley asks.
"We are about to find out, aren't we?" Rowena starts to chant the spell and the sigils on the cage illuminate. A fire springs to life, surrounding the entire cage. "Now, let's have a go at that Cage."
The thunderstorms still rage overhead. Dean looks at his brother who looks downright terrified. A silhouette of someone appears in the cage but it's no secret who it is. The eyes are bright red, and he is surrounded by smoke so that the only thing they can see are his eyes. He steps closer to the bars and his eyes return to their normal color. Lucifer grins and leans against the bars nonchalantly.
"My old friend, Crowley."
"A mere acolyte, carrying your torch."
"You're too kind... to yourself." Rowena gasps softly and gazes at Lucifer in adoration. "What do you want of me?" Sam and Dean emerge from the shadows, and Lucifer's grin only deepens when he sees his vessel. "Sam Winchester. My old roomie. Hug it out?" They don't respond. "I gotta say, I'm a little in the dark about this meeting. Am I up for parole? Time off for bad behavior?" Lucifer laughs. "I don't really get visitors."
"If it weren't for the crisis top-side, you wouldn't be getting one now."
"Crisis?"
"I want to talk to Lucifer alone," Sam says.
Dean is about to respond but he sees the comment wasn't directed toward him. It was directed toward Crowley and Rowena. The duo leaves and heads up the small hill to watch the exchange from a distance.
"He's so alpha, isn't he? Probably not relationship material though." Rowena sighs with love-struck eyes.
"Mother, you're drooling. Get a hold of yourself."
"So, care to tell me why you came all the way out here?"
"I know you know who the Darkness is," Sam says.
Lucifer inhales sharply. "Yikes, that doesn't sound good. I'm aware of what she was, but that was eons ago."
"She's been released. Now, she's somewhere or everywhere on Earth," Dean says.
"How ever did that happen?"
"It doesn't matter. What matters is that she's a threat to everyone, including you."
"Hmm. That leads me to my next question. Where's the big burrito himself? Where's God in all of this?"
"We don't know," Dean says.
"What? Caught the fun bus out of town? Figures," Lucifer scoffs.
"Recently, he has reached out to an interested party."
"Who?"
"Me," Sam says.
"You?"
"He answered my prayers."
"Did he now?" Lucifer smirks. "What was Dad's suggestion?"
"To seek out you."
"Get outta town!" Lucifer laughs. "Seriously? Who'd have thought? I completely get why you came to me. You can't ignore God, right? God says jump, everybody says, 'How high?'"
"Does that mean you're on board?"
"Well, I did help Dad seal up the Darkness all those years ago. She's quite a force. Determined to take over everything, even back then. Prone to tantrums. I can see why Pop is lying low. Now that sis is here, God's not the only circus in town."
"Is she equal to him in power?" Dean asks.
"Raw power? Sure, but she's got none of the experience. God is a master strategist. That's why you're here. God needs me to help put the cat back in the bag." He laughs. "He can't do it by himself. I've seen that movie."
"What do you need?"
"I need a ride out of here. I mean, I look swell in here and everything, but I'd be so much smoke top-side."
"You want a vessel."
"Not just anyone. I want one who is strong enough to hold me, handy, and available now. Catch my drift?"
"No, not gonna happen. Like hell am I letting my little brother be a vessel for you." Dean looks at Sam. "Not gonna happen."
Did you really expect me to agree to this?" Sam asks, ignoring his brother for now. Lucifer nods and smiles. "So, what, I just disappear while you take my body and get set loose on the world again?"
Lucifer nods again. "I know, Sam. It's a lot to ask, but desperate times require desperate measures."
"That's not desperate! That's certifiable!" Sam yells.
"Okay, hold on there a second cowboy. Take a breath. You have been working with Crowley. You passed certifiable three off-ramps ago. Look, I'm no fan of the ruler of the Universe, but here I am, ready to pitch in."
Sam stares at Lucifer in thought.
"Sam! You're not doing it! We'll find another way."
"Sam, why do you think God sent you to me? To get my help, which I only now just offered. Sam, your visions were the Word of God. You can't say no to that."
"Sam, listen to what I'm saying. I'm not letting you do this. He is manipulating you. If you let him in, that's it. You won't get back out. We got lucky the first time, and I don't think we can just bring the Horsemen rings back," Dean says.
"So, have you thought about it, Sam? Do I have an invitation to look forward to?" Lucifer asks.
Sam looks at his brother who only holds concern for him. He looks at Rowena and Crowley who also look uncertain. They're not down here, but he can only imagine Lucifer's voice travels. The illuminated sigils on the cage begin to fade, and the fire around it starts to die down. Crowley panics but Rowena looks intrigued at the thought of Lucifer being released.
"What the hell is going on?" The fire around the cage is extinguished completely. "Why did the warding fail? What's happening?"
Lucifer crooks one finger at Sam for him to come closer but Sam won't move. It doesn't matter. Lucifer uses his powers and brings Sam into the cage with him without a second thought.
"Together again," Lucifer grins.
Sam, terrified, backs into the corner of the cage. Dean jumps and slams his hands on the bars, fearful for his younger brother.
"Get him out! Rowena!" Dean yells.
"Hey, Sam Winchester. Did you miss me? I bet you did." Sam is terrified but he swallows that down and keeps his calm composure. "I have to say, you're extraordinarily calm given the circumstances."
"It's pretty much exactly how God told me it was going to be. Guess I just have to go with it and play my hand."
"That would make so much sense if it was God that was doing the talking. You see Sam, when the Darkness descended the impact on Hell was massive. The Cage was damaged. Through the fissures, I was able to reach out. It wasn't God inside your head Sam. It was me." The fear returns to Sam's face. "So, you see, he's not with you. He's never been with you. It was always... just... me."
"No, you're lying," Sam whispers fearfully.
"I guess I am your only hope."
A tear escapes Sam's eye when he finally realizes the predicament he's in.
"It's never going to happen."
"Ah, well, settle in there buddy." Lucifer smiles. "Hey, roomie... Upper bunk? Lower bunk? Or you wanna share?"
"Dean! Get me out of here!" Sam pleads, looking at his brother with wide eyes.
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queen-of-deans-booty · 12 hours ago
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O Brother Where Art Thou?: Part One
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~2.2k
Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst, feeling broken and utterly helpless to the point of depression
Summary: Amara tries to get her brother's attention but gets you instead. She makes you see that it doesn't matter how strong you get, she will always be one step ahead of you. Meanwhile, Sam and Dean go to Hell with Rowena and Crowley to talk to Lucifer who might be the answer to their biggest problem.
Season Eleven Masterlist
Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3
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The new holiday is upon you in full force. A huge Christmas tree stands proudly in the library with boxes of ornaments next to it. Lights are strung up on the bookshelves in different colors, mistletoe hangs on two of the doorways, and a bunch of decorations are littered everywhere else. The kids were so excited when you went shopping with them last week, and you got everything they put in the cart.
Christmas is a holiday you'll spoil your kids with for everything they want. Even before taking the Mark, you loved spoiling Maryann and Joanna. Your closet is stocked full of presents for everyone that you still have to wrap, but your closet is spelled so the kids can't get into it anyway. Even the dogs have presents waiting for them.
There aren't a lot of things you can control these days, but this is something you can do. This makes the dark cloud a little less dark, and that's all you're looking for these days.
"Here, Mommy, put this one up," Joanna says, hanging you a star she made.
"Thanks, baby."
You grab the ornament and stick it on one of the branches. Molly grabs Mary and lifts her so that she can put an ornament on the tree higher than her height. The garage door opens and slams shut, and your husband's voice bounces off the walls.
"Because it's crazy, okay! It's not going to happen. How many times do I have to say that this is a horrible idea?"
You sigh and look at your children as if their arguing is your fault. Sam's been wanting to visit Lucifer in the cage but Dean won't let him. It's been the subject of their discussions for weeks now.
"About as many as I have to say, okay then what else have we got? I'm all ears. Ordinarily, I'd agree with you, but the visions only happen when I reach out to God. I asked him for a way to beat the Darkness and the visions got more specific--I was in the Cage."
"Yeah, with Lucifer!" Both brothers walk into the library having not seen you yet. "The biggest monster ever hatched. Fan-fucking-tastic!"
"Lucifer was the biggest monster ever hatched until we hatched one that's even worse. In the vision, Lucifer touches me and I feel calm, like things will be alright. That's not something I would ever come up with. I mean, that is the last thing that I would ever feel."
"If Lucifer touched you, it would be the last thing you think. Ever." Dean looks at the kids and decides to grab a drink from the mini bar he installed on wheels. "Why would God even ask this of you? What proof do we have that any of this is actually real?"
"There was a burning bush. Like in the Bible."
"You said you were in the forest. There are bushes there and sometimes they burn!"
"Dean, doesn't it make sense? I mean, Lucifer would know how God ended the Darkness. He was there."
Dean knew he would eventually lose this discussion the more Sam grew passionate about it. Maybe there is some truth to what Sam is saying, and if there is, there is only one person who can get you to see Lucifer.
The only way you're going to get there is through Hell itself.
"We gotta go. We'll be gone for a few days," you say to the kids.
"Can I go on this one?" Noah asks.
"Not this one." Noah pouts but you explain before he can get too sad. "Noah, we're going into the demon's territory. We're going to Hell. We're going to be talking to someone who won't care if you're a kid or not. He won't care if you're my kid or not. I can't have you down there, okay? You're safe up here."
"Okay," he nods. "Will you be back in time for Christmas?"
"Of course. I wouldn't miss it for the world," you grin.
Once Crowley got word that you three wanted to meet him, he sent you to a homeless camp a few towns over from the Bunker. You've been waiting for twenty minutes when Crowley finally decides to show. Sam gives him a rundown of the visions he's been getting and how it directly tie to Lucifer.
"So, God assured you of this, did he? I'd say you're making this up but I never think of you as imaginative," Crowley says once Sam is finished.
"We're not saying it's going to happen. We just want to know... theoretically... if it's possible."
"The Cage is a can of worms you do not want to open. I believe this conversation is over."
Before Crowley can snap his fingers and disappear, Dean speaks.
"Is it? Crowley, you know that the Darkness is going to pound on everything and that includes you."
"Yeah. You had a shot at taking her out when she was with you, but apparently, you thought that sucking up was the way to go," Sam adds. "That didn't work out so well."
"Because she chose you two," Crowley sneers at you and Dean. "You couldn't control your girlfriend. What happened in that room? Why did she insist on sparing you two? What is she to you two?"
"You mean besides the fact that I am her vessel?" you ask. "She's God's sister."
"God's sister? He has relatives? I had that kind of leverage under my thumb and I let it slip away?" Crowley gasps.
"Can we focus on the big picture here okay? Can Sam meet with Lucifer or not?"
"In the Cage."
"No, not in the Cage," you snap. "That's not going to happen."
"Okay, then I don't meet with Lucifer. Y/N, we can't let him out." Crowley sighs and rolls his head to the side to work out the kinks in his neck. "Do you have something to add?"
"There may be a way. Clearly, if Sam enters the Cage he's gone. While it's on my bucket list, now is not the time to be selfish. You need a secure site, a way to neutralize Lucifer's powers."
"In Hell?"
"Yes, in Hell!" Crowley shouts. "It's so we have a modicum of control. Do you think I want that abomination running amuck upstairs?"
"Is it possible to control the situation?" Dean asks. "If Sam's not safe it's not happening."
"Goodness mummy, loosen the grip." Crowley rolls his eyes. "Theoretically, it's possible, with challenges. I can arrange for transit into Hell. Opening the Cage, that's another matter."
"You're the King of the joint. Don't you have a key?"
"It was sealed by God Himself. Of course, I don't have a key. The mechanisms of the divine manufacturer, I believe its secrets, along with the spells for warding were recorded where many such mysteries are found--the Book of the Damned."
"I'm assuming you know where Rowena is?"
"As a matter of fact, I do."
Crowley doesn't want to take you right to Hell immediately so he takes you to the asylum where he and Amara have been hiding out. That must be the place of operations when he's on Earth. Crowley sits upon his throne while you three are hiding off to the side, and two demons fetch his mother. Minutes later, she is being dragged into the room with a hood over her head. He nods to his demons who remove the hood from her.
"Mother. Good of you to stop by."
"Unhand me, you goons," she bites. Crowley motions for the demons to leave, and they do. "So, Fergus. Think you've won? Lay a hand on me and my followers will swoop down on this tin-can palace of yours with all the power of the Book of the Damned."
"Stow it, you lying bitch. If you could do that, you'd have done it. If I wanted to kill you, I'd have done that."
"Not that you haven't tried."
"You tried to kill me twice!"
"What is it they say? Third time's the charm?" Dean opens the door and all three of you step inside the room. Rowena scoffs loudly when she sees you. "Oh, you're not handing me over to them. It's beneath even you. They're your enemies as well!"
"We get it, Rowena. We're all enemies, but right now, we've got bigger fish to fry. Then we can go back to killing each other," Dean smiles.
"Yes, the ghastly force that was set free when the Mark was removed."
"You know?"
"I've heard whispers. Is it as bad as they say?"
"It's worse," you say. "We all got a part in locking it back up."
"Oh, really, and what happens to me once the danger is past? How do I know that I can trust any of you?" she glares.
"You don't. None of us do. It's a Devil's bargain."
Sam and Dean tell her what's going on while you stand off to the side with your head down. You hate trusting Rowena but having her kind of magic might be needed in putting Amara away again.
"Can this be true?" Rowena gasps. "His sister! In my day we'd all be burned at the stake for even thinking any of this."
"You see then, Mother, the need for urgency."
"If my deciphering of the Book is so pivotal, I'd like to know what's in it for me."
"You mean other than your life?"
"Speaking of which, I'll make you a little deal, Mommy. You pitch in like a good girl and I'll call off my assassins. No more looking over your shoulder, for now."
Rowena doesn't need to think about it.
"I'll need the Codex, of course, and the code-breaker Charlie devised."
"You'll get limited access... supervised," Sam says.
"We need to know how to open the Cage and how to protect Sam once it is," Dean says.
"Just what's in this cage that's so dangerous?"
"Lucifer."
"Lucifer? The original Dark Prince?"
"Yes. An archangel so badass that he was personally dumped into the Cage by God himself."
"No time to waste then," Rowena grins.
You, Sam, and Dean have alerts set up on your phone whenever something that's up your radar happens. Like now, you get an alert on your phone about murders in a church not far from here.
"Are you seeing this?" you ask and show Dean your phone. "It's her. I know it is."
"She's bating us. She wants attention."
"Listen, why don't you two stay here and I'll go see what she wants."
"I should go with you," Dean offers.
"No, I am her vessel. She won't hurt me. Plus, are you really going to let Sam stay here alone with Lucifer? No, I'll go alone and will call you if anything happens." You pull Dean in and kiss him. "I'll be okay."
"Please be safe."
You take the Impala and drive to the place where Amara is wreaking havoc. The cops are still here investigating the murders, and after a quick talk with them, you still don't know what her plan is. You step off to the side and call Dean who answers on the first ring.
"Hey, any luck?"
"Not yet but the stuff we're looking for is definitely in the book."
Sam's voice can be heard in the background. "Hey, hey, hey! No snooping around there. Focus!"
"Did you find anything at the church?"
"I just got here. The cops said that the last time the vics were seen alive, one of them, a Priest, said they were talking to some mystery woman. She was not killed."
"Amara?"
"Yeah, I think so. It's a massacre here, Dean. The place is covered in blood."
"She's upping her game. She's going to pass the point where we can deal with her."
"How is Sam doing? Are you sure he's okay with this?"
"No, not even a little, but what choice do we have?"
"For the record, I hate it. I hate that I can defeat her. Just wait for me before you do anything. Don't do anything until I get back."
"Right now it's just research, but, you got it. Nothing without you."
"I love you."
"I love you, too, sweetheart."
Dean hangs up the phone and looks at his brother and Rowena who are trying to read the book. She glares at Sam who is trying to ignore her.
"You, your blood-thirsty brother, and his witch of a wife say we're partners in this holy war against Amara, and yet," Rowena holds up her chained hands, "trussed like a chicken."
"You're sitting there with the Book of the Damned and the means to read every word, and you think I'm going to set you free? Do I look crazy?"
"Well, you do have unresolved issues with your domineering older brother and the abandonment by your father."
"Get back to work," Sam growls. Rowena laughs. "We're running out of time here!"
Dean watches his brother with a close eye for the next thirty minutes. Rowena stands and grins, having read something useful in the Book of the Damned.
"What?! What now?!" Sam asks, annoyed.
"I found the spell, but I'll need some ingredients. Get your affairs in order. We're going to Hell."
You know Amara is still in town because you can feel her. You're not sure where she is but you have a feeling she will seek you out once she knows you're sticking around. You sit on a bench in the local park and nervously bounce your leg while waiting. You're too nervous to stay seated so you get up and pace the length of the bench. Your phone rings but you can't answer it. You know she's standing behind you.
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queen-of-deans-booty · 2 days ago
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Hard Work Pays Off
Pairing: Officer!Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~1.4k
Warnings: fluff
Summary: All Dean does is work to make the streets safer for you and his little girl. Due to his efforts, his talents and dedication are recognized by the Deputy Commissioner, and he’s rewarded in the best way.
Square Filled: laughter is the best medicine for @as-the-saying-goes-bingo (deleted bingo)
Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated <3
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The night is quiet, giving you a perfect setting to read your book. The fire is going in the fireplace, you have a tall glass of wine, and your three-year-old baby girl is down for the night. There is only one thing missing, but you’ll take the win. You’ve just finished the chapter when the front door opens and closes. Heavy books are kicked off tired feet, and keys are hung on the hook by the door.
You look up and see your husband walk into the living room.
“Hi, honey. How was work?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
He walks over to you and drops down on the couch, plopping his head in your lap. Looks like you’re done reading for the night. You put in your bookmark and set the book off to the side so you can give your husband your undivided attention. Your wine is in your left hand so you use your right to run your fingers through his hair. He lets out a relieved sigh at the feeling of your nails on his scalp.
“That bad, huh?”
“It’s not so much as bad as it is frustrating. My boss is cracking down on all of us. The arrest numbers are shit right now, so he’s trying his best to get them back up. I arrested this one guy yesterday on a drug charge. I had it in the bag. Until some idiot mislabeled the evidence. Now the guy I arrested, guilty on all charges, is able to walk. Technically.”
“I wish I could help you,” you mutter.
“You are.” He closes his eyes and relaxes under your touch. “Just keep doing that.” You continue to rake your fingers through his hair, making sure to lightly run your nails against his scalp. “Tell me about your day.”
“Well, after I took Sabrina to my sister’s, I did some intense grocery shopping. I returned the last of the presents that didn’t fit or weren't liked. I also took down some of the Christmas decorations, but I wanted to save the tree just for you.”
Dean chuckles and looks at the lit-up Christmas they still have yet to take down.
“I’ll do it this weekend.”
You lean down and kiss his nose. “Come on, let’s go to bed. I’ll be able to help you relax more up there.”
Dean grins like a horny teenager and hops off the couch eagerly. He scoops you into his arms and takes you to your bedroom, your giggles disappearing behind the closed door. Just your laughter is enough to bring his spirits up, but you have something special planned for him tonight.
Thanks to you and a good night’s rest, Dean walks into work the next morning with a calm exterior. Yes, he’s still pissed at the evidence guy but he’s not as pissed as he was yesterday. The guy he arrested will slip up again, and this time, he won’t let him get away.
“Winchester!” Captain Stratford pops his head out of his office. “A word.”
Dean sets his coffee on his desk before walking into his boss’ office. “Yes, Captain?”
“Have a seat.” Dean doesn't show how nervous he is. Captain Stratford fired someone two days ago because he had the lowest amount of arrests on his record. Sure, it was justified, but Dean is still nervous nonetheless. “I suspect congratulations are in order for the task force that you managed. You got a major drug lord off the street. I am very impressed with the way you handled things.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Deputy Commissioner Goodfield is going to call you with the good news, but I’d like to be the first to say that on Saturday, you’ll be offered a metal for your services. This was a major win for this department, and we’re all going to make it known that it’s you who they should thank.”
Dean is floored by the news. He can’t believe what he’s hearing. The Deputy Commissioner doesn't give out medals all willy-nilly. Whoever gets them has worked their ass off for them, and here Dean is about to get one.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes. Not only did you get Stefano Rizzo off the streets, but you managed twenty officers underneath you for the task force. That’s no easy feat. You deserve this reward.”
Dean stands along with the Captain, and he shakes his hand vigorously.
“Thank you, sir. It’s an honor to even be thought of.”
Dean practically skips out of the Captain’s office and back to his desk. The first person he calls is you because you’re the only one in his life who has supported him through thick and thin. He remembers when he was first starting off as a police officer. He got stuck doing beat work and was talked down to a lot. His old precinct was a bad place to work, but he stuck to his guns and kept his head high. If it weren't for your encouraging words, he never would have been able to leave that place.
Now he’s earning a medal for his efforts.
“Hey, baby, what’s up?” you answer.
“You’ll never guess what just happened. Captain Stratford just told me that the Deputy Commissioner is giving me a medal for getting Stefano off the streets. He was impressed with the way I handled the task force. I’m getting a medal, sweetheart.”
“Oh, my God! I’m so happy for you! Kristy! Dean is getting a medal!” you yell to your sister. “I knew your hard work would pay off. I’m so proud of you. When is the ceremony?”
“This weekend. I don’t know the details yet, but I’m sure Deputy Commissioner Goodfield will fill me in.”
“How about I ask Kristy if she can watch Sabrina for the night so I can congratulate you properly tonight.”
“You and your dirty mind,” Dean laughs, “but yes. I’m all for that.”
“I gotta go. It’s arts and crafts day. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
The second Dean hangs up, he becomes nervous. Sure, he did a good job with the task force, but he was just doing his job. He was doing what all the other officers would do in his shoes. Sure, he has a natural leading quality about him, but he doesn't think he did anything special to deserve this reward.
For the rest of the week, all Dean could think about was the ceremony. Now that it’s here, he doesn’t know if he can go through with it. His entire precinct is in the audience along with some important people from Congress. He is sitting on stage while the Deputy Commissioner is speaking to the audience, and he peeks around the podium to see his brother, you, and his baby girl, Sabrina, in the front row.
You lock eyes with him and wink, mouthing “I love you” to him. He immediately relaxes and his head becomes clear. You do that to him. You make him feel better about everything.
“Now, enough talking from me,” Deputy Commissioner Goodfield says. “I want you to welcome someone of great value. Someone who stepped into the role of being a leader and ran with it. Someone who has repeatedly shown that in the face of diversity, danger, and conflict, every problem can be solved with a clear head and strong decision. Ladies and Gentlemen, I’d like to present this award to our very own, Office Dean Winchester of the 99.”
“I’m so proud of him,” you squeal to Sam as you clap.
“Me, too. He deserves this.”
Dean stands and walks across the stage in confidence. Sabrina wiggles out of your grasp and starts running on little legs toward the railing right before the stage.
“Daddy!” she squeals.
The entire audience “awhs” at hearing her little voice, and Dean smiles tenfold when he does. He accepts the award and stands next to the Deputy Commissioner for a picture by a local reporter.
“Daddy!” Sabrina says again, waving at him.
He waves at her as he walks over to his Captain, and he shakes his hand.
“I’m proud of you, Winchester.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Dean steps off the stage, and Sabrina runs over to him with her arms outstretched. He scoops her into his arms and peppers kisses on her cheek. You and Sam get up and walk over to him, and he leans in to kiss you on the lips.
“Congrats, dude,” Sam smiles and slaps his shoulder.
“Congratulations, my love,” you whisper.
He kisses you once more, his head full of clarity. You and why he does what he does. Sabrina is why he does what he does. He will do anything to make this world just a bit safer for the two loves of his life.
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queen-of-deans-booty · 2 days ago
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Hard Work Pays Off
Pairing: Officer!Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~1.4k
Warnings: fluff
Summary: All Dean does is work to make the streets safer for you and his little girl. Due to his efforts, his talents and dedication are recognized by the Deputy Commissioner, and he’s rewarded in the best way.
Square Filled: laughter is the best medicine for @as-the-saying-goes-bingo (deleted bingo)
Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated <3
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The night is quiet, giving you a perfect setting to read your book. The fire is going in the fireplace, you have a tall glass of wine, and your three-year-old baby girl is down for the night. There is only one thing missing, but you’ll take the win. You’ve just finished the chapter when the front door opens and closes. Heavy books are kicked off tired feet, and keys are hung on the hook by the door.
You look up and see your husband walk into the living room.
“Hi, honey. How was work?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
He walks over to you and drops down on the couch, plopping his head in your lap. Looks like you’re done reading for the night. You put in your bookmark and set the book off to the side so you can give your husband your undivided attention. Your wine is in your left hand so you use your right to run your fingers through his hair. He lets out a relieved sigh at the feeling of your nails on his scalp.
“That bad, huh?”
“It’s not so much as bad as it is frustrating. My boss is cracking down on all of us. The arrest numbers are shit right now, so he’s trying his best to get them back up. I arrested this one guy yesterday on a drug charge. I had it in the bag. Until some idiot mislabeled the evidence. Now the guy I arrested, guilty on all charges, is able to walk. Technically.”
“I wish I could help you,” you mutter.
“You are.” He closes his eyes and relaxes under your touch. “Just keep doing that.” You continue to rake your fingers through his hair, making sure to lightly run your nails against his scalp. “Tell me about your day.”
“Well, after I took Sabrina to my sister’s, I did some intense grocery shopping. I returned the last of the presents that didn’t fit or weren't liked. I also took down some of the Christmas decorations, but I wanted to save the tree just for you.”
Dean chuckles and looks at the lit-up Christmas they still have yet to take down.
“I’ll do it this weekend.”
You lean down and kiss his nose. “Come on, let’s go to bed. I’ll be able to help you relax more up there.”
Dean grins like a horny teenager and hops off the couch eagerly. He scoops you into his arms and takes you to your bedroom, your giggles disappearing behind the closed door. Just your laughter is enough to bring his spirits up, but you have something special planned for him tonight.
Thanks to you and a good night’s rest, Dean walks into work the next morning with a calm exterior. Yes, he’s still pissed at the evidence guy but he’s not as pissed as he was yesterday. The guy he arrested will slip up again, and this time, he won’t let him get away.
“Winchester!” Captain Stratford pops his head out of his office. “A word.”
Dean sets his coffee on his desk before walking into his boss’ office. “Yes, Captain?”
“Have a seat.” Dean doesn't show how nervous he is. Captain Stratford fired someone two days ago because he had the lowest amount of arrests on his record. Sure, it was justified, but Dean is still nervous nonetheless. “I suspect congratulations are in order for the task force that you managed. You got a major drug lord off the street. I am very impressed with the way you handled things.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Deputy Commissioner Goodfield is going to call you with the good news, but I’d like to be the first to say that on Saturday, you’ll be offered a metal for your services. This was a major win for this department, and we’re all going to make it known that it’s you who they should thank.”
Dean is floored by the news. He can’t believe what he’s hearing. The Deputy Commissioner doesn't give out medals all willy-nilly. Whoever gets them has worked their ass off for them, and here Dean is about to get one.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes. Not only did you get Stefano Rizzo off the streets, but you managed twenty officers underneath you for the task force. That’s no easy feat. You deserve this reward.”
Dean stands along with the Captain, and he shakes his hand vigorously.
“Thank you, sir. It’s an honor to even be thought of.”
Dean practically skips out of the Captain’s office and back to his desk. The first person he calls is you because you’re the only one in his life who has supported him through thick and thin. He remembers when he was first starting off as a police officer. He got stuck doing beat work and was talked down to a lot. His old precinct was a bad place to work, but he stuck to his guns and kept his head high. If it weren't for your encouraging words, he never would have been able to leave that place.
Now he’s earning a medal for his efforts.
“Hey, baby, what’s up?” you answer.
“You’ll never guess what just happened. Captain Stratford just told me that the Deputy Commissioner is giving me a medal for getting Stefano off the streets. He was impressed with the way I handled the task force. I’m getting a medal, sweetheart.”
“Oh, my God! I’m so happy for you! Kristy! Dean is getting a medal!” you yell to your sister. “I knew your hard work would pay off. I’m so proud of you. When is the ceremony?”
“This weekend. I don’t know the details yet, but I’m sure Deputy Commissioner Goodfield will fill me in.”
“How about I ask Kristy if she can watch Sabrina for the night so I can congratulate you properly tonight.”
“You and your dirty mind,” Dean laughs, “but yes. I’m all for that.”
“I gotta go. It’s arts and crafts day. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
The second Dean hangs up, he becomes nervous. Sure, he did a good job with the task force, but he was just doing his job. He was doing what all the other officers would do in his shoes. Sure, he has a natural leading quality about him, but he doesn't think he did anything special to deserve this reward.
For the rest of the week, all Dean could think about was the ceremony. Now that it’s here, he doesn’t know if he can go through with it. His entire precinct is in the audience along with some important people from Congress. He is sitting on stage while the Deputy Commissioner is speaking to the audience, and he peeks around the podium to see his brother, you, and his baby girl, Sabrina, in the front row.
You lock eyes with him and wink, mouthing “I love you” to him. He immediately relaxes and his head becomes clear. You do that to him. You make him feel better about everything.
“Now, enough talking from me,” Deputy Commissioner Goodfield says. “I want you to welcome someone of great value. Someone who stepped into the role of being a leader and ran with it. Someone who has repeatedly shown that in the face of diversity, danger, and conflict, every problem can be solved with a clear head and strong decision. Ladies and Gentlemen, I’d like to present this award to our very own, Office Dean Winchester of the 99.”
“I’m so proud of him,” you squeal to Sam as you clap.
“Me, too. He deserves this.”
Dean stands and walks across the stage in confidence. Sabrina wiggles out of your grasp and starts running on little legs toward the railing right before the stage.
“Daddy!” she squeals.
The entire audience “awhs” at hearing her little voice, and Dean smiles tenfold when he does. He accepts the award and stands next to the Deputy Commissioner for a picture by a local reporter.
“Daddy!” Sabrina says again, waving at him.
He waves at her as he walks over to his Captain, and he shakes his hand.
“I’m proud of you, Winchester.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Dean steps off the stage, and Sabrina runs over to him with her arms outstretched. He scoops her into his arms and peppers kisses on her cheek. You and Sam get up and walk over to him, and he leans in to kiss you on the lips.
“Congrats, dude,” Sam smiles and slaps his shoulder.
“Congratulations, my love,” you whisper.
He kisses you once more, his head full of clarity. You and why he does what he does. Sabrina is why he does what he does. He will do anything to make this world just a bit safer for the two loves of his life.
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queen-of-deans-booty · 2 days ago
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Hard Work Pays Off
Pairing: Officer!Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~1.4k
Warnings: fluff
Summary: All Dean does is work to make the streets safer for you and his little girl. Due to his efforts, his talents and dedication are recognized by the Deputy Commissioner, and he’s rewarded in the best way.
Square Filled: laughter is the best medicine for @as-the-saying-goes-bingo (deleted bingo)
Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated <3
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The night is quiet, giving you a perfect setting to read your book. The fire is going in the fireplace, you have a tall glass of wine, and your three-year-old baby girl is down for the night. There is only one thing missing, but you’ll take the win. You’ve just finished the chapter when the front door opens and closes. Heavy books are kicked off tired feet, and keys are hung on the hook by the door.
You look up and see your husband walk into the living room.
“Hi, honey. How was work?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
He walks over to you and drops down on the couch, plopping his head in your lap. Looks like you’re done reading for the night. You put in your bookmark and set the book off to the side so you can give your husband your undivided attention. Your wine is in your left hand so you use your right to run your fingers through his hair. He lets out a relieved sigh at the feeling of your nails on his scalp.
“That bad, huh?”
“It’s not so much as bad as it is frustrating. My boss is cracking down on all of us. The arrest numbers are shit right now, so he’s trying his best to get them back up. I arrested this one guy yesterday on a drug charge. I had it in the bag. Until some idiot mislabeled the evidence. Now the guy I arrested, guilty on all charges, is able to walk. Technically.”
“I wish I could help you,” you mutter.
“You are.” He closes his eyes and relaxes under your touch. “Just keep doing that.” You continue to rake your fingers through his hair, making sure to lightly run your nails against his scalp. “Tell me about your day.”
“Well, after I took Sabrina to my sister’s, I did some intense grocery shopping. I returned the last of the presents that didn’t fit or weren't liked. I also took down some of the Christmas decorations, but I wanted to save the tree just for you.”
Dean chuckles and looks at the lit-up Christmas they still have yet to take down.
“I’ll do it this weekend.”
You lean down and kiss his nose. “Come on, let’s go to bed. I’ll be able to help you relax more up there.”
Dean grins like a horny teenager and hops off the couch eagerly. He scoops you into his arms and takes you to your bedroom, your giggles disappearing behind the closed door. Just your laughter is enough to bring his spirits up, but you have something special planned for him tonight.
Thanks to you and a good night’s rest, Dean walks into work the next morning with a calm exterior. Yes, he’s still pissed at the evidence guy but he’s not as pissed as he was yesterday. The guy he arrested will slip up again, and this time, he won’t let him get away.
“Winchester!” Captain Stratford pops his head out of his office. “A word.”
Dean sets his coffee on his desk before walking into his boss’ office. “Yes, Captain?”
“Have a seat.” Dean doesn't show how nervous he is. Captain Stratford fired someone two days ago because he had the lowest amount of arrests on his record. Sure, it was justified, but Dean is still nervous nonetheless. “I suspect congratulations are in order for the task force that you managed. You got a major drug lord off the street. I am very impressed with the way you handled things.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Deputy Commissioner Goodfield is going to call you with the good news, but I’d like to be the first to say that on Saturday, you’ll be offered a metal for your services. This was a major win for this department, and we’re all going to make it known that it’s you who they should thank.”
Dean is floored by the news. He can’t believe what he’s hearing. The Deputy Commissioner doesn't give out medals all willy-nilly. Whoever gets them has worked their ass off for them, and here Dean is about to get one.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes. Not only did you get Stefano Rizzo off the streets, but you managed twenty officers underneath you for the task force. That’s no easy feat. You deserve this reward.”
Dean stands along with the Captain, and he shakes his hand vigorously.
“Thank you, sir. It’s an honor to even be thought of.”
Dean practically skips out of the Captain’s office and back to his desk. The first person he calls is you because you’re the only one in his life who has supported him through thick and thin. He remembers when he was first starting off as a police officer. He got stuck doing beat work and was talked down to a lot. His old precinct was a bad place to work, but he stuck to his guns and kept his head high. If it weren't for your encouraging words, he never would have been able to leave that place.
Now he’s earning a medal for his efforts.
“Hey, baby, what’s up?” you answer.
“You’ll never guess what just happened. Captain Stratford just told me that the Deputy Commissioner is giving me a medal for getting Stefano off the streets. He was impressed with the way I handled the task force. I’m getting a medal, sweetheart.”
“Oh, my God! I’m so happy for you! Kristy! Dean is getting a medal!” you yell to your sister. “I knew your hard work would pay off. I’m so proud of you. When is the ceremony?”
“This weekend. I don’t know the details yet, but I’m sure Deputy Commissioner Goodfield will fill me in.”
“How about I ask Kristy if she can watch Sabrina for the night so I can congratulate you properly tonight.”
“You and your dirty mind,” Dean laughs, “but yes. I’m all for that.”
“I gotta go. It’s arts and crafts day. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
The second Dean hangs up, he becomes nervous. Sure, he did a good job with the task force, but he was just doing his job. He was doing what all the other officers would do in his shoes. Sure, he has a natural leading quality about him, but he doesn't think he did anything special to deserve this reward.
For the rest of the week, all Dean could think about was the ceremony. Now that it’s here, he doesn’t know if he can go through with it. His entire precinct is in the audience along with some important people from Congress. He is sitting on stage while the Deputy Commissioner is speaking to the audience, and he peeks around the podium to see his brother, you, and his baby girl, Sabrina, in the front row.
You lock eyes with him and wink, mouthing “I love you” to him. He immediately relaxes and his head becomes clear. You do that to him. You make him feel better about everything.
“Now, enough talking from me,” Deputy Commissioner Goodfield says. “I want you to welcome someone of great value. Someone who stepped into the role of being a leader and ran with it. Someone who has repeatedly shown that in the face of diversity, danger, and conflict, every problem can be solved with a clear head and strong decision. Ladies and Gentlemen, I’d like to present this award to our very own, Office Dean Winchester of the 99.”
“I’m so proud of him,” you squeal to Sam as you clap.
“Me, too. He deserves this.”
Dean stands and walks across the stage in confidence. Sabrina wiggles out of your grasp and starts running on little legs toward the railing right before the stage.
“Daddy!” she squeals.
The entire audience “awhs” at hearing her little voice, and Dean smiles tenfold when he does. He accepts the award and stands next to the Deputy Commissioner for a picture by a local reporter.
“Daddy!” Sabrina says again, waving at him.
He waves at her as he walks over to his Captain, and he shakes his hand.
“I’m proud of you, Winchester.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Dean steps off the stage, and Sabrina runs over to him with her arms outstretched. He scoops her into his arms and peppers kisses on her cheek. You and Sam get up and walk over to him, and he leans in to kiss you on the lips.
“Congrats, dude,” Sam smiles and slaps his shoulder.
“Congratulations, my love,” you whisper.
He kisses you once more, his head full of clarity. You and why he does what he does. Sabrina is why he does what he does. He will do anything to make this world just a bit safer for the two loves of his life.
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queen-of-deans-booty · 3 days ago
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Hard Work Pays Off
Pairing: Officer!Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~1.4k
Warnings: fluff
Summary: All Dean does is work to make the streets safer for you and his little girl. Due to his efforts, his talents and dedication are recognized by the Deputy Commissioner, and he’s rewarded in the best way.
Square Filled: laughter is the best medicine for @as-the-saying-goes-bingo (deleted bingo)
Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated <3
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The night is quiet, giving you a perfect setting to read your book. The fire is going in the fireplace, you have a tall glass of wine, and your three-year-old baby girl is down for the night. There is only one thing missing, but you’ll take the win. You’ve just finished the chapter when the front door opens and closes. Heavy books are kicked off tired feet, and keys are hung on the hook by the door.
You look up and see your husband walk into the living room.
“Hi, honey. How was work?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
He walks over to you and drops down on the couch, plopping his head in your lap. Looks like you’re done reading for the night. You put in your bookmark and set the book off to the side so you can give your husband your undivided attention. Your wine is in your left hand so you use your right to run your fingers through his hair. He lets out a relieved sigh at the feeling of your nails on his scalp.
“That bad, huh?”
“It’s not so much as bad as it is frustrating. My boss is cracking down on all of us. The arrest numbers are shit right now, so he’s trying his best to get them back up. I arrested this one guy yesterday on a drug charge. I had it in the bag. Until some idiot mislabeled the evidence. Now the guy I arrested, guilty on all charges, is able to walk. Technically.”
“I wish I could help you,” you mutter.
“You are.” He closes his eyes and relaxes under your touch. “Just keep doing that.” You continue to rake your fingers through his hair, making sure to lightly run your nails against his scalp. “Tell me about your day.”
“Well, after I took Sabrina to my sister’s, I did some intense grocery shopping. I returned the last of the presents that didn’t fit or weren't liked. I also took down some of the Christmas decorations, but I wanted to save the tree just for you.”
Dean chuckles and looks at the lit-up Christmas they still have yet to take down.
“I’ll do it this weekend.”
You lean down and kiss his nose. “Come on, let’s go to bed. I’ll be able to help you relax more up there.”
Dean grins like a horny teenager and hops off the couch eagerly. He scoops you into his arms and takes you to your bedroom, your giggles disappearing behind the closed door. Just your laughter is enough to bring his spirits up, but you have something special planned for him tonight.
Thanks to you and a good night’s rest, Dean walks into work the next morning with a calm exterior. Yes, he’s still pissed at the evidence guy but he’s not as pissed as he was yesterday. The guy he arrested will slip up again, and this time, he won’t let him get away.
“Winchester!” Captain Stratford pops his head out of his office. “A word.”
Dean sets his coffee on his desk before walking into his boss’ office. “Yes, Captain?”
“Have a seat.” Dean doesn't show how nervous he is. Captain Stratford fired someone two days ago because he had the lowest amount of arrests on his record. Sure, it was justified, but Dean is still nervous nonetheless. “I suspect congratulations are in order for the task force that you managed. You got a major drug lord off the street. I am very impressed with the way you handled things.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Deputy Commissioner Goodfield is going to call you with the good news, but I’d like to be the first to say that on Saturday, you’ll be offered a metal for your services. This was a major win for this department, and we’re all going to make it known that it’s you who they should thank.”
Dean is floored by the news. He can’t believe what he’s hearing. The Deputy Commissioner doesn't give out medals all willy-nilly. Whoever gets them has worked their ass off for them, and here Dean is about to get one.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes. Not only did you get Stefano Rizzo off the streets, but you managed twenty officers underneath you for the task force. That’s no easy feat. You deserve this reward.”
Dean stands along with the Captain, and he shakes his hand vigorously.
“Thank you, sir. It’s an honor to even be thought of.”
Dean practically skips out of the Captain’s office and back to his desk. The first person he calls is you because you’re the only one in his life who has supported him through thick and thin. He remembers when he was first starting off as a police officer. He got stuck doing beat work and was talked down to a lot. His old precinct was a bad place to work, but he stuck to his guns and kept his head high. If it weren't for your encouraging words, he never would have been able to leave that place.
Now he’s earning a medal for his efforts.
“Hey, baby, what’s up?” you answer.
“You’ll never guess what just happened. Captain Stratford just told me that the Deputy Commissioner is giving me a medal for getting Stefano off the streets. He was impressed with the way I handled the task force. I’m getting a medal, sweetheart.”
“Oh, my God! I’m so happy for you! Kristy! Dean is getting a medal!” you yell to your sister. “I knew your hard work would pay off. I’m so proud of you. When is the ceremony?”
“This weekend. I don’t know the details yet, but I’m sure Deputy Commissioner Goodfield will fill me in.”
“How about I ask Kristy if she can watch Sabrina for the night so I can congratulate you properly tonight.”
“You and your dirty mind,” Dean laughs, “but yes. I’m all for that.”
“I gotta go. It’s arts and crafts day. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
The second Dean hangs up, he becomes nervous. Sure, he did a good job with the task force, but he was just doing his job. He was doing what all the other officers would do in his shoes. Sure, he has a natural leading quality about him, but he doesn't think he did anything special to deserve this reward.
For the rest of the week, all Dean could think about was the ceremony. Now that it’s here, he doesn’t know if he can go through with it. His entire precinct is in the audience along with some important people from Congress. He is sitting on stage while the Deputy Commissioner is speaking to the audience, and he peeks around the podium to see his brother, you, and his baby girl, Sabrina, in the front row.
You lock eyes with him and wink, mouthing “I love you” to him. He immediately relaxes and his head becomes clear. You do that to him. You make him feel better about everything.
“Now, enough talking from me,” Deputy Commissioner Goodfield says. “I want you to welcome someone of great value. Someone who stepped into the role of being a leader and ran with it. Someone who has repeatedly shown that in the face of diversity, danger, and conflict, every problem can be solved with a clear head and strong decision. Ladies and Gentlemen, I’d like to present this award to our very own, Office Dean Winchester of the 99.”
“I’m so proud of him,” you squeal to Sam as you clap.
“Me, too. He deserves this.”
Dean stands and walks across the stage in confidence. Sabrina wiggles out of your grasp and starts running on little legs toward the railing right before the stage.
“Daddy!” she squeals.
The entire audience “awhs” at hearing her little voice, and Dean smiles tenfold when he does. He accepts the award and stands next to the Deputy Commissioner for a picture by a local reporter.
“Daddy!” Sabrina says again, waving at him.
He waves at her as he walks over to his Captain, and he shakes his hand.
“I’m proud of you, Winchester.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Dean steps off the stage, and Sabrina runs over to him with her arms outstretched. He scoops her into his arms and peppers kisses on her cheek. You and Sam get up and walk over to him, and he leans in to kiss you on the lips.
“Congrats, dude,” Sam smiles and slaps his shoulder.
“Congratulations, my love,” you whisper.
He kisses you once more, his head full of clarity. You and why he does what he does. Sabrina is why he does what he does. He will do anything to make this world just a bit safer for the two loves of his life.
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queen-of-deans-booty · 7 days ago
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Misjudged
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~2.2k
Warnings: angst, car accident, getting hurt by car accident, almost dying, minor fluff at the end
Summary: A confrontation at a party sends you racing back home in anger. Dean follows behind you and watches the unthinkable happen. Now it’s up to him to save you.
Square Filled: enemies to lovers (2021) for @spndeanbingo
Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated <3
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Normally, you love a good party. You love getting loose and forgetting what a shitty week you’ve had, but tonight is different. You’re on a mission and you’re not going to stop until you get what you want. Luna called you twenty minutes ago crying because she wanted to get picked up, and you immediately rushed over at the thought that someone hurt your little sister. She’s newly eighteen but she shouldn’t have been at this party in the first place. She’s too nice and naive for her own good, so you do your best to look out for her.
Too many bodies litter the living room holding homemade drinks and joints, causing the room to stink of stale marijuana.
“Luna!!”
There's no point in yelling when the music is enough to deafen a person, but you still try in hopes she’s close enough to hear you. Once you get past the mosh pit, the room becomes more open with fewer people. On the other side of the room is one person who makes your blood boil in rage.
Dean Winchester.
Of course, he’d be here. Suddenly, the thought of Dean making your sister cry is the only thing you can think about so you stalk over to him. He’s playing pool against his friends and winning, but not for long. You swipe your hand over the pool table, messing up the balls and Dean’s shot.
“Hey!” Dean whips his head to face the culprit and smirks when he realizes it’s you. “Oh, hey, sweetheart. Come to play?”
You bring your open palm back and slap Dean across the face. His friends go still with shock, and Dean moves his jaw back and forth as he processes what just happened.
“How dare you bring Luna here after I told you not to!”
Dean sets his pool cue on the table but otherwise doesn’t react to you slapping him.
“How do you know it was me who brought her here?”
“You’re our neighbor, Dean. She heard you talking about the party and you offered to bring her here.”
“She wanted to come here, Y/N. I was already on my way when she asked me to drive her. I didn’t see the big deal.”
“The big deal is that this party is full of drugs and alcohol and men with granny hands.”
“Last I checked, she’s eighteen. She can think for herself.”
“Last I checked, she’s my family, not yours. Stay out of my goddamn life and out of my business. You don’t see me going to your house and bringing Sam here.”
Dean tips his head back and laughs. “Good luck trying to get Sam over here. This isn’t really his scene.”
“I don’t care. Don’t ever go near Luna again.”
“Damn, man, you need to have a drink. Unwind,” one of Dean’s friends comments. 
You lunge toward his friend but Dean wraps his arms around your waist to prevent you from attacking. For a split second, you like having his arms around you. They feel strong and safe but then reality sets in and you push Dean off you.
“Let go of me. Where is Luna?”
“I don’t know. It's a big party.” Dean sees the glare on your face and fights back a smirk. “Relax. I saw her on the phone with you so I told Cas to give her a ride home.”
“Oh. Good.”
Castiel is a good guy so you’re relaxed at the thought of Luna being in his care. It’s the only part of Dean you tolerate. Castiel keeps him in check. With that, you turn on your heels and start to head toward the front door. Dean abandons his pool game to chase after you.
“Why don’t you stay?”
“Over my dead fucking body.”
You push through the crowd and leave out the front door. The ground crunches underneath your feet from how crispy the ice makes the grass. You press the button on your car which makes it unlock, and you sigh when you hear Dean still chasing after you.
“Wait, Y/N!”
“Leave me alone, Dean. Go away.”
“I don’t get why you hate me so much. What did I ever do to you?”
You spin on your heels to face him and he stops right before he collides with you.
“Hate you? No, I don’t hate you. You piss me the fuck off. Do you really think you can flash that smile of yours and call me sweetheart, and I’ll forget what an arrogant bastard you are? Not going to happen.” You open your car door. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going home.���
“Wait. Let me drive you. It’s icy out there.”
“That’s nice of you to care, but I don’t need you, Dean.”
You get into your car and turn it on. Dean curses when you back out of the crowded driveway and start to drive away. What kind of friend man would he be if he let you drive off into the icy night?
Dean curses when he sees your tail lights disappearing around the corner, and he runs over to his shiny black Impala that he often catches you checking out. Wherever he goes, it’s a chick magnet but he only wants one chick in there.
You.
He leaves the party and follows you down the road, stepping on the pedal to keep up with you. He wouldn’t forgive himself if something happened while driving home, and he didn’t know about it.
Yes, the roads are icy and it’s dark in these mountains and your headlights don’t really work well, but you’re doing fine. There isn’t any ice that you can see so as long as you continue at the speed you’re at, you should get home safely.
Key word: should.
Your phone rings but instead of taking your eyes off the road to answer it, you blindly swipe the screen until the call connects. Before you can say anything, Dean’s deep voice comes through the phone.
“Slow the fuck down, Y/N.”
You look in the rearview mirror and see the sleek headlights belonging to the Impala right behind you. For some reason, you’re in a mischievous mood that wants to piss him off. 
“You want me to slow down?”
Instead of doing what he wants, you press down the gas pedal.
“Y/N—”
“I know how to drive, Dean. I’ve been doing it since I was sixteen.”
“You’re going to fucking crash. Slow down.”
“Bite me,” you growl and hang up on him.
Just to piss him off, you go faster on the slippery mountain roads. You’re not going to admit this to Dean, but you’re kind of scared. With going downhill, you’re finding it harder to slow down. Your brakes work but the ice on the roads makes it hard for your tires to grip anything. Dean would only rub it in your face that he was right and you don’t want to hear it.
You’ve driven these roads all your life in worse conditions, but there’s something about this night that makes it more dangerous. The news has been warning residents of black ice on the roads, more so in the mountains than anywhere else.
Dean keeps a steady distance behind you which is a comfort because if something happens to you, at least you’ll be found. You press on the brakes only slightly but that causes your tires to swerve, and you grip the steering wheel with a deathly grip.
The deadliest part of black ice is that you don’t know you’ve hit it until it’s too late, and it’s too late for you. Your car starts skidding on the icy roads, and you try your best to get out of it by turning your wheel toward the direction the car is going in. That doesn’t seem to help, and your eyes widen when your headlights catch something.
A tree. You’re not wearing your seatbelt.
In the blink of a second, the front of your car smashes into the thick tree trunk, causing it to spin out of control. The side of your head smacks against the hard ridge of the window, and you lose your grip on the steering wheel as the car skids closer and closer to the cliff’s edge. You press down on the brake as hard as you can but that doesn’t seem to help.
Either you’re going to die by falling off the cliff or by plunging into the icy waters below. Your car comes to a stop right before you fall off the cliff’s edge, but the front half of the car is teetering over the edge. One false move and you're going to go over. You’re still-shocked and gripping the steering wheel with a deathly grip, afraid to let go. Tears roll down your cheek that mix with the blood coming from your forehead. Silence and then you hear his voice.
“Y/N?”
“Dean?” you cry.
“I’m right here, sweetheart.”
“I’m so scared,” you whimper.
“I’m right here. I’m not going to let you fall.” The back window was shattered when it hit the tree, so he is able to climb inside if he wanted to. “Can you get your seatbelt off?”
“I’m not wearing one.”
“Fuck. Okay, when I get you out, we’re going to have a serious conversation about proper car etiquette.”
The car starts to spin but Dean doesn’t say anything about it which makes you realize it’s your vision that’s spinning. Your head throbs in pain and black spots enter your vision.
“Dean, I hit my head. It hurts.”
“I know, sweetheart. I need you to stay awake for me, okay? Can you turn around?” With slow movements, you look back at Dean. He doesn’t shine the flashlight directly on your face but he can see the river of blood on your face. He’s fucking scared but if he starts to show it, you’ll start to panic. “I’m right here.”
Dean removes his jacket and lays it over the edge of the window where it broke to prevent glass from sticking to his skin. He keeps one leg on the ground and puts his other leg inside the car to get closer to you. He leans in as far as he can and stretches his hand out to you.
“Grab my hand and I’ll pull you out.”
“What if I fall over?”
“I won’t let that happen.”
Tears spring to your eyes at the thought of never seeing your family again. “Please tell my mom I love her. Tell Luna that too. Tell her I’m sorry.”
“Y/N, you’re going to be fine. Just grab my hand.”
“I’m scared,” you cry.
“I know you are but I need you to be brave right now, okay?” You nod shakily. “I can’t go any further so you’re going to have to climb over the seat. No sudden movements.”
You slowly rise and put both feet on the clothed seat. You grab the back of the seat and turn to Dean who is patient and calm. You know he’s freaking out so you appreciate him keeping a calm head. You sling your leg through the small gap over the center console and the car starts to sway lightly. You halt your movements and calm down when the car doesn’t fall over the edge.
You slowly lift your other leg over the center console but you step on one of your dogs’ toys that squeaks. Your foot slips and you slam into the back of the driver’s seat. The car immediately tips over and you jump to grab Dean’s hand. He pulls you out of the car just as it falls over the edge. You gasp and clutch onto his hand with a death grip because not only did the car go over the edge, but you did as well.
Dean is the only thing keeping you from certain death.
Dean uses his God-given strength and pulls you up from the edge and onto the safety of solid ground. You fall into his arms and cry, the adrenaline already starting to wear off.
“You’re okay,” Dean mutters. He strokes your hair to not only calm you but to calm himself. “You’re okay.” You pull away from him and he finally can see the damage done to your head. “You’re bleeding.”
“You saved me.”
He tucks a strand of bloody hair behind your ear. “I’ll always save you.”
You look down at his lips. Maybe it’s because of what just happened or maybe it’s because your emotions are all out of wack but you’re seeing Dean in a new light. As much as he wants to kiss you, you have more pressing matters.
“I’m not a doctor and you need to get that checked out. Come on.” He helps you to your feet and wraps a strong arm around you. “I’ll call your parents from the car.”
What would you have done if Dean didn’t follow you? How long would you have been out here for? Would you have died? He could have let you go off that cliff but he didn’t. Maybe you’ve misjudged him. Maybe, just maybe, he’s not as bad as you make him out to be.
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queen-of-deans-booty · 7 days ago
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Misjudged
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~2.2k
Warnings: angst, car accident, getting hurt by car accident, almost dying, minor fluff at the end
Summary: A confrontation at a party sends you racing back home in anger. Dean follows behind you and watches the unthinkable happen. Now it’s up to him to save you.
Square Filled: enemies to lovers (2021) for @spndeanbingo
Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated <3
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Normally, you love a good party. You love getting loose and forgetting what a shitty week you’ve had, but tonight is different. You’re on a mission and you’re not going to stop until you get what you want. Luna called you twenty minutes ago crying because she wanted to get picked up, and you immediately rushed over at the thought that someone hurt your little sister. She’s newly eighteen but she shouldn’t have been at this party in the first place. She’s too nice and naive for her own good, so you do your best to look out for her.
Too many bodies litter the living room holding homemade drinks and joints, causing the room to stink of stale marijuana.
“Luna!!”
There's no point in yelling when the music is enough to deafen a person, but you still try in hopes she’s close enough to hear you. Once you get past the mosh pit, the room becomes more open with fewer people. On the other side of the room is one person who makes your blood boil in rage.
Dean Winchester.
Of course, he’d be here. Suddenly, the thought of Dean making your sister cry is the only thing you can think about so you stalk over to him. He’s playing pool against his friends and winning, but not for long. You swipe your hand over the pool table, messing up the balls and Dean’s shot.
“Hey!” Dean whips his head to face the culprit and smirks when he realizes it’s you. “Oh, hey, sweetheart. Come to play?”
You bring your open palm back and slap Dean across the face. His friends go still with shock, and Dean moves his jaw back and forth as he processes what just happened.
“How dare you bring Luna here after I told you not to!”
Dean sets his pool cue on the table but otherwise doesn’t react to you slapping him.
“How do you know it was me who brought her here?”
“You’re our neighbor, Dean. She heard you talking about the party and you offered to bring her here.”
“She wanted to come here, Y/N. I was already on my way when she asked me to drive her. I didn’t see the big deal.”
“The big deal is that this party is full of drugs and alcohol and men with granny hands.”
“Last I checked, she’s eighteen. She can think for herself.”
“Last I checked, she’s my family, not yours. Stay out of my goddamn life and out of my business. You don’t see me going to your house and bringing Sam here.”
Dean tips his head back and laughs. “Good luck trying to get Sam over here. This isn’t really his scene.”
“I don’t care. Don’t ever go near Luna again.”
“Damn, man, you need to have a drink. Unwind,” one of Dean’s friends comments. 
You lunge toward his friend but Dean wraps his arms around your waist to prevent you from attacking. For a split second, you like having his arms around you. They feel strong and safe but then reality sets in and you push Dean off you.
“Let go of me. Where is Luna?”
“I don’t know. It's a big party.” Dean sees the glare on your face and fights back a smirk. “Relax. I saw her on the phone with you so I told Cas to give her a ride home.”
“Oh. Good.”
Castiel is a good guy so you’re relaxed at the thought of Luna being in his care. It’s the only part of Dean you tolerate. Castiel keeps him in check. With that, you turn on your heels and start to head toward the front door. Dean abandons his pool game to chase after you.
“Why don’t you stay?”
“Over my dead fucking body.”
You push through the crowd and leave out the front door. The ground crunches underneath your feet from how crispy the ice makes the grass. You press the button on your car which makes it unlock, and you sigh when you hear Dean still chasing after you.
“Wait, Y/N!”
“Leave me alone, Dean. Go away.”
“I don’t get why you hate me so much. What did I ever do to you?”
You spin on your heels to face him and he stops right before he collides with you.
“Hate you? No, I don’t hate you. You piss me the fuck off. Do you really think you can flash that smile of yours and call me sweetheart, and I’ll forget what an arrogant bastard you are? Not going to happen.” You open your car door. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going home.”
“Wait. Let me drive you. It’s icy out there.”
“That’s nice of you to care, but I don’t need you, Dean.”
You get into your car and turn it on. Dean curses when you back out of the crowded driveway and start to drive away. What kind of friend man would he be if he let you drive off into the icy night?
Dean curses when he sees your tail lights disappearing around the corner, and he runs over to his shiny black Impala that he often catches you checking out. Wherever he goes, it’s a chick magnet but he only wants one chick in there.
You.
He leaves the party and follows you down the road, stepping on the pedal to keep up with you. He wouldn’t forgive himself if something happened while driving home, and he didn’t know about it.
Yes, the roads are icy and it’s dark in these mountains and your headlights don’t really work well, but you’re doing fine. There isn’t any ice that you can see so as long as you continue at the speed you’re at, you should get home safely.
Key word: should.
Your phone rings but instead of taking your eyes off the road to answer it, you blindly swipe the screen until the call connects. Before you can say anything, Dean’s deep voice comes through the phone.
“Slow the fuck down, Y/N.”
You look in the rearview mirror and see the sleek headlights belonging to the Impala right behind you. For some reason, you’re in a mischievous mood that wants to piss him off. 
“You want me to slow down?”
Instead of doing what he wants, you press down the gas pedal.
“Y/N—”
“I know how to drive, Dean. I’ve been doing it since I was sixteen.”
“You’re going to fucking crash. Slow down.”
“Bite me,” you growl and hang up on him.
Just to piss him off, you go faster on the slippery mountain roads. You’re not going to admit this to Dean, but you’re kind of scared. With going downhill, you’re finding it harder to slow down. Your brakes work but the ice on the roads makes it hard for your tires to grip anything. Dean would only rub it in your face that he was right and you don’t want to hear it.
You’ve driven these roads all your life in worse conditions, but there’s something about this night that makes it more dangerous. The news has been warning residents of black ice on the roads, more so in the mountains than anywhere else.
Dean keeps a steady distance behind you which is a comfort because if something happens to you, at least you’ll be found. You press on the brakes only slightly but that causes your tires to swerve, and you grip the steering wheel with a deathly grip.
The deadliest part of black ice is that you don’t know you’ve hit it until it’s too late, and it’s too late for you. Your car starts skidding on the icy roads, and you try your best to get out of it by turning your wheel toward the direction the car is going in. That doesn’t seem to help, and your eyes widen when your headlights catch something.
A tree. You’re not wearing your seatbelt.
In the blink of a second, the front of your car smashes into the thick tree trunk, causing it to spin out of control. The side of your head smacks against the hard ridge of the window, and you lose your grip on the steering wheel as the car skids closer and closer to the cliff’s edge. You press down on the brake as hard as you can but that doesn’t seem to help.
Either you’re going to die by falling off the cliff or by plunging into the icy waters below. Your car comes to a stop right before you fall off the cliff’s edge, but the front half of the car is teetering over the edge. One false move and you're going to go over. You’re still-shocked and gripping the steering wheel with a deathly grip, afraid to let go. Tears roll down your cheek that mix with the blood coming from your forehead. Silence and then you hear his voice.
“Y/N?”
“Dean?” you cry.
“I’m right here, sweetheart.”
“I’m so scared,” you whimper.
“I’m right here. I’m not going to let you fall.” The back window was shattered when it hit the tree, so he is able to climb inside if he wanted to. “Can you get your seatbelt off?”
“I’m not wearing one.”
“Fuck. Okay, when I get you out, we’re going to have a serious conversation about proper car etiquette.”
The car starts to spin but Dean doesn’t say anything about it which makes you realize it’s your vision that’s spinning. Your head throbs in pain and black spots enter your vision.
“Dean, I hit my head. It hurts.”
“I know, sweetheart. I need you to stay awake for me, okay? Can you turn around?” With slow movements, you look back at Dean. He doesn’t shine the flashlight directly on your face but he can see the river of blood on your face. He’s fucking scared but if he starts to show it, you’ll start to panic. “I’m right here.”
Dean removes his jacket and lays it over the edge of the window where it broke to prevent glass from sticking to his skin. He keeps one leg on the ground and puts his other leg inside the car to get closer to you. He leans in as far as he can and stretches his hand out to you.
“Grab my hand and I’ll pull you out.”
“What if I fall over?”
“I won’t let that happen.”
Tears spring to your eyes at the thought of never seeing your family again. “Please tell my mom I love her. Tell Luna that too. Tell her I’m sorry.”
“Y/N, you’re going to be fine. Just grab my hand.”
“I’m scared,” you cry.
“I know you are but I need you to be brave right now, okay?” You nod shakily. “I can’t go any further so you’re going to have to climb over the seat. No sudden movements.”
You slowly rise and put both feet on the clothed seat. You grab the back of the seat and turn to Dean who is patient and calm. You know he’s freaking out so you appreciate him keeping a calm head. You sling your leg through the small gap over the center console and the car starts to sway lightly. You halt your movements and calm down when the car doesn’t fall over the edge.
You slowly lift your other leg over the center console but you step on one of your dogs’ toys that squeaks. Your foot slips and you slam into the back of the driver’s seat. The car immediately tips over and you jump to grab Dean’s hand. He pulls you out of the car just as it falls over the edge. You gasp and clutch onto his hand with a death grip because not only did the car go over the edge, but you did as well.
Dean is the only thing keeping you from certain death.
Dean uses his God-given strength and pulls you up from the edge and onto the safety of solid ground. You fall into his arms and cry, the adrenaline already starting to wear off.
“You’re okay,” Dean mutters. He strokes your hair to not only calm you but to calm himself. “You’re okay.” You pull away from him and he finally can see the damage done to your head. “You’re bleeding.”
“You saved me.”
He tucks a strand of bloody hair behind your ear. “I’ll always save you.”
You look down at his lips. Maybe it’s because of what just happened or maybe it’s because your emotions are all out of wack but you’re seeing Dean in a new light. As much as he wants to kiss you, you have more pressing matters.
“I’m not a doctor and you need to get that checked out. Come on.” He helps you to your feet and wraps a strong arm around you. “I’ll call your parents from the car.”
What would you have done if Dean didn’t follow you? How long would you have been out here for? Would you have died? He could have let you go off that cliff but he didn’t. Maybe you’ve misjudged him. Maybe, just maybe, he’s not as bad as you make him out to be.
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queen-of-deans-booty · 7 days ago
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Misjudged
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~2.2k
Warnings: angst, car accident, getting hurt by car accident, almost dying, minor fluff at the end
Summary: A confrontation at a party sends you racing back home in anger. Dean follows behind you and watches the unthinkable happen. Now it’s up to him to save you.
Square Filled: enemies to lovers (2021) for @spndeanbingo
Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated <3
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Normally, you love a good party. You love getting loose and forgetting what a shitty week you’ve had, but tonight is different. You’re on a mission and you’re not going to stop until you get what you want. Luna called you twenty minutes ago crying because she wanted to get picked up, and you immediately rushed over at the thought that someone hurt your little sister. She’s newly eighteen but she shouldn’t have been at this party in the first place. She’s too nice and naive for her own good, so you do your best to look out for her.
Too many bodies litter the living room holding homemade drinks and joints, causing the room to stink of stale marijuana.
“Luna!!”
There's no point in yelling when the music is enough to deafen a person, but you still try in hopes she’s close enough to hear you. Once you get past the mosh pit, the room becomes more open with fewer people. On the other side of the room is one person who makes your blood boil in rage.
Dean Winchester.
Of course, he’d be here. Suddenly, the thought of Dean making your sister cry is the only thing you can think about so you stalk over to him. He’s playing pool against his friends and winning, but not for long. You swipe your hand over the pool table, messing up the balls and Dean’s shot.
“Hey!” Dean whips his head to face the culprit and smirks when he realizes it’s you. “Oh, hey, sweetheart. Come to play?”
You bring your open palm back and slap Dean across the face. His friends go still with shock, and Dean moves his jaw back and forth as he processes what just happened.
“How dare you bring Luna here after I told you not to!”
Dean sets his pool cue on the table but otherwise doesn’t react to you slapping him.
“How do you know it was me who brought her here?”
“You’re our neighbor, Dean. She heard you talking about the party and you offered to bring her here.”
“She wanted to come here, Y/N. I was already on my way when she asked me to drive her. I didn’t see the big deal.”
“The big deal is that this party is full of drugs and alcohol and men with granny hands.”
“Last I checked, she’s eighteen. She can think for herself.”
“Last I checked, she’s my family, not yours. Stay out of my goddamn life and out of my business. You don’t see me going to your house and bringing Sam here.”
Dean tips his head back and laughs. “Good luck trying to get Sam over here. This isn’t really his scene.”
“I don’t care. Don’t ever go near Luna again.”
“Damn, man, you need to have a drink. Unwind,” one of Dean’s friends comments. 
You lunge toward his friend but Dean wraps his arms around your waist to prevent you from attacking. For a split second, you like having his arms around you. They feel strong and safe but then reality sets in and you push Dean off you.
“Let go of me. Where is Luna?”
“I don’t know. It's a big party.” Dean sees the glare on your face and fights back a smirk. “Relax. I saw her on the phone with you so I told Cas to give her a ride home.”
“Oh. Good.”
Castiel is a good guy so you’re relaxed at the thought of Luna being in his care. It’s the only part of Dean you tolerate. Castiel keeps him in check. With that, you turn on your heels and start to head toward the front door. Dean abandons his pool game to chase after you.
“Why don’t you stay?”
“Over my dead fucking body.”
You push through the crowd and leave out the front door. The ground crunches underneath your feet from how crispy the ice makes the grass. You press the button on your car which makes it unlock, and you sigh when you hear Dean still chasing after you.
“Wait, Y/N!”
“Leave me alone, Dean. Go away.”
“I don’t get why you hate me so much. What did I ever do to you?”
You spin on your heels to face him and he stops right before he collides with you.
“Hate you? No, I don’t hate you. You piss me the fuck off. Do you really think you can flash that smile of yours and call me sweetheart, and I’ll forget what an arrogant bastard you are? Not going to happen.” You open your car door. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going home.”
“Wait. Let me drive you. It’s icy out there.”
“That’s nice of you to care, but I don’t need you, Dean.”
You get into your car and turn it on. Dean curses when you back out of the crowded driveway and start to drive away. What kind of friend man would he be if he let you drive off into the icy night?
Dean curses when he sees your tail lights disappearing around the corner, and he runs over to his shiny black Impala that he often catches you checking out. Wherever he goes, it’s a chick magnet but he only wants one chick in there.
You.
He leaves the party and follows you down the road, stepping on the pedal to keep up with you. He wouldn’t forgive himself if something happened while driving home, and he didn’t know about it.
Yes, the roads are icy and it’s dark in these mountains and your headlights don’t really work well, but you’re doing fine. There isn’t any ice that you can see so as long as you continue at the speed you’re at, you should get home safely.
Key word: should.
Your phone rings but instead of taking your eyes off the road to answer it, you blindly swipe the screen until the call connects. Before you can say anything, Dean’s deep voice comes through the phone.
“Slow the fuck down, Y/N.”
You look in the rearview mirror and see the sleek headlights belonging to the Impala right behind you. For some reason, you’re in a mischievous mood that wants to piss him off. 
“You want me to slow down?”
Instead of doing what he wants, you press down the gas pedal.
“Y/N—”
“I know how to drive, Dean. I’ve been doing it since I was sixteen.”
“You’re going to fucking crash. Slow down.”
“Bite me,” you growl and hang up on him.
Just to piss him off, you go faster on the slippery mountain roads. You’re not going to admit this to Dean, but you’re kind of scared. With going downhill, you’re finding it harder to slow down. Your brakes work but the ice on the roads makes it hard for your tires to grip anything. Dean would only rub it in your face that he was right and you don’t want to hear it.
You’ve driven these roads all your life in worse conditions, but there’s something about this night that makes it more dangerous. The news has been warning residents of black ice on the roads, more so in the mountains than anywhere else.
Dean keeps a steady distance behind you which is a comfort because if something happens to you, at least you’ll be found. You press on the brakes only slightly but that causes your tires to swerve, and you grip the steering wheel with a deathly grip.
The deadliest part of black ice is that you don’t know you’ve hit it until it’s too late, and it’s too late for you. Your car starts skidding on the icy roads, and you try your best to get out of it by turning your wheel toward the direction the car is going in. That doesn’t seem to help, and your eyes widen when your headlights catch something.
A tree. You’re not wearing your seatbelt.
In the blink of a second, the front of your car smashes into the thick tree trunk, causing it to spin out of control. The side of your head smacks against the hard ridge of the window, and you lose your grip on the steering wheel as the car skids closer and closer to the cliff’s edge. You press down on the brake as hard as you can but that doesn’t seem to help.
Either you’re going to die by falling off the cliff or by plunging into the icy waters below. Your car comes to a stop right before you fall off the cliff’s edge, but the front half of the car is teetering over the edge. One false move and you're going to go over. You’re still-shocked and gripping the steering wheel with a deathly grip, afraid to let go. Tears roll down your cheek that mix with the blood coming from your forehead. Silence and then you hear his voice.
“Y/N?”
“Dean?” you cry.
“I’m right here, sweetheart.”
“I’m so scared,” you whimper.
“I’m right here. I’m not going to let you fall.” The back window was shattered when it hit the tree, so he is able to climb inside if he wanted to. “Can you get your seatbelt off?”
“I’m not wearing one.”
“Fuck. Okay, when I get you out, we’re going to have a serious conversation about proper car etiquette.”
The car starts to spin but Dean doesn’t say anything about it which makes you realize it’s your vision that’s spinning. Your head throbs in pain and black spots enter your vision.
“Dean, I hit my head. It hurts.”
“I know, sweetheart. I need you to stay awake for me, okay? Can you turn around?” With slow movements, you look back at Dean. He doesn’t shine the flashlight directly on your face but he can see the river of blood on your face. He’s fucking scared but if he starts to show it, you’ll start to panic. “I’m right here.”
Dean removes his jacket and lays it over the edge of the window where it broke to prevent glass from sticking to his skin. He keeps one leg on the ground and puts his other leg inside the car to get closer to you. He leans in as far as he can and stretches his hand out to you.
“Grab my hand and I’ll pull you out.”
“What if I fall over?”
“I won’t let that happen.”
Tears spring to your eyes at the thought of never seeing your family again. “Please tell my mom I love her. Tell Luna that too. Tell her I’m sorry.”
“Y/N, you’re going to be fine. Just grab my hand.”
“I’m scared,” you cry.
“I know you are but I need you to be brave right now, okay?” You nod shakily. “I can’t go any further so you’re going to have to climb over the seat. No sudden movements.”
You slowly rise and put both feet on the clothed seat. You grab the back of the seat and turn to Dean who is patient and calm. You know he’s freaking out so you appreciate him keeping a calm head. You sling your leg through the small gap over the center console and the car starts to sway lightly. You halt your movements and calm down when the car doesn’t fall over the edge.
You slowly lift your other leg over the center console but you step on one of your dogs’ toys that squeaks. Your foot slips and you slam into the back of the driver’s seat. The car immediately tips over and you jump to grab Dean’s hand. He pulls you out of the car just as it falls over the edge. You gasp and clutch onto his hand with a death grip because not only did the car go over the edge, but you did as well.
Dean is the only thing keeping you from certain death.
Dean uses his God-given strength and pulls you up from the edge and onto the safety of solid ground. You fall into his arms and cry, the adrenaline already starting to wear off.
“You’re okay,” Dean mutters. He strokes your hair to not only calm you but to calm himself. “You’re okay.” You pull away from him and he finally can see the damage done to your head. “You’re bleeding.”
“You saved me.”
He tucks a strand of bloody hair behind your ear. “I’ll always save you.”
You look down at his lips. Maybe it’s because of what just happened or maybe it’s because your emotions are all out of wack but you’re seeing Dean in a new light. As much as he wants to kiss you, you have more pressing matters.
“I’m not a doctor and you need to get that checked out. Come on.” He helps you to your feet and wraps a strong arm around you. “I’ll call your parents from the car.”
What would you have done if Dean didn’t follow you? How long would you have been out here for? Would you have died? He could have let you go off that cliff but he didn’t. Maybe you’ve misjudged him. Maybe, just maybe, he’s not as bad as you make him out to be.
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queen-of-deans-booty · 8 days ago
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Misjudged
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~2.2k
Warnings: angst, car accident, getting hurt by car accident, almost dying, minor fluff at the end
Summary: A confrontation at a party sends you racing back home in anger. Dean follows behind you and watches the unthinkable happen. Now it’s up to him to save you.
Square Filled: enemies to lovers (2021) for @spndeanbingo
Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated <3
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Normally, you love a good party. You love getting loose and forgetting what a shitty week you’ve had, but tonight is different. You’re on a mission and you’re not going to stop until you get what you want. Luna called you twenty minutes ago crying because she wanted to get picked up, and you immediately rushed over at the thought that someone hurt your little sister. She’s newly eighteen but she shouldn’t have been at this party in the first place. She’s too nice and naive for her own good, so you do your best to look out for her.
Too many bodies litter the living room holding homemade drinks and joints, causing the room to stink of stale marijuana.
“Luna!!”
There's no point in yelling when the music is enough to deafen a person, but you still try in hopes she’s close enough to hear you. Once you get past the mosh pit, the room becomes more open with fewer people. On the other side of the room is one person who makes your blood boil in rage.
Dean Winchester.
Of course, he’d be here. Suddenly, the thought of Dean making your sister cry is the only thing you can think about so you stalk over to him. He’s playing pool against his friends and winning, but not for long. You swipe your hand over the pool table, messing up the balls and Dean’s shot.
“Hey!” Dean whips his head to face the culprit and smirks when he realizes it’s you. “Oh, hey, sweetheart. Come to play?”
You bring your open palm back and slap Dean across the face. His friends go still with shock, and Dean moves his jaw back and forth as he processes what just happened.
“How dare you bring Luna here after I told you not to!”
Dean sets his pool cue on the table but otherwise doesn’t react to you slapping him.
“How do you know it was me who brought her here?”
“You’re our neighbor, Dean. She heard you talking about the party and you offered to bring her here.”
“She wanted to come here, Y/N. I was already on my way when she asked me to drive her. I didn’t see the big deal.”
“The big deal is that this party is full of drugs and alcohol and men with granny hands.”
“Last I checked, she’s eighteen. She can think for herself.”
“Last I checked, she’s my family, not yours. Stay out of my goddamn life and out of my business. You don’t see me going to your house and bringing Sam here.”
Dean tips his head back and laughs. “Good luck trying to get Sam over here. This isn’t really his scene.”
“I don’t care. Don’t ever go near Luna again.”
“Damn, man, you need to have a drink. Unwind,” one of Dean’s friends comments. 
You lunge toward his friend but Dean wraps his arms around your waist to prevent you from attacking. For a split second, you like having his arms around you. They feel strong and safe but then reality sets in and you push Dean off you.
“Let go of me. Where is Luna?”
“I don’t know. It's a big party.” Dean sees the glare on your face and fights back a smirk. “Relax. I saw her on the phone with you so I told Cas to give her a ride home.”
“Oh. Good.”
Castiel is a good guy so you’re relaxed at the thought of Luna being in his care. It’s the only part of Dean you tolerate. Castiel keeps him in check. With that, you turn on your heels and start to head toward the front door. Dean abandons his pool game to chase after you.
“Why don’t you stay?”
“Over my dead fucking body.”
You push through the crowd and leave out the front door. The ground crunches underneath your feet from how crispy the ice makes the grass. You press the button on your car which makes it unlock, and you sigh when you hear Dean still chasing after you.
“Wait, Y/N!”
“Leave me alone, Dean. Go away.”
“I don’t get why you hate me so much. What did I ever do to you?”
You spin on your heels to face him and he stops right before he collides with you.
“Hate you? No, I don’t hate you. You piss me the fuck off. Do you really think you can flash that smile of yours and call me sweetheart, and I’ll forget what an arrogant bastard you are? Not going to happen.” You open your car door. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going home.”
“Wait. Let me drive you. It’s icy out there.”
“That’s nice of you to care, but I don’t need you, Dean.”
You get into your car and turn it on. Dean curses when you back out of the crowded driveway and start to drive away. What kind of friend man would he be if he let you drive off into the icy night?
Dean curses when he sees your tail lights disappearing around the corner, and he runs over to his shiny black Impala that he often catches you checking out. Wherever he goes, it’s a chick magnet but he only wants one chick in there.
You.
He leaves the party and follows you down the road, stepping on the pedal to keep up with you. He wouldn’t forgive himself if something happened while driving home, and he didn’t know about it.
Yes, the roads are icy and it’s dark in these mountains and your headlights don’t really work well, but you’re doing fine. There isn’t any ice that you can see so as long as you continue at the speed you’re at, you should get home safely.
Key word: should.
Your phone rings but instead of taking your eyes off the road to answer it, you blindly swipe the screen until the call connects. Before you can say anything, Dean’s deep voice comes through the phone.
“Slow the fuck down, Y/N.”
You look in the rearview mirror and see the sleek headlights belonging to the Impala right behind you. For some reason, you’re in a mischievous mood that wants to piss him off. 
“You want me to slow down?”
Instead of doing what he wants, you press down the gas pedal.
“Y/N—”
“I know how to drive, Dean. I’ve been doing it since I was sixteen.”
“You’re going to fucking crash. Slow down.”
“Bite me,” you growl and hang up on him.
Just to piss him off, you go faster on the slippery mountain roads. You’re not going to admit this to Dean, but you’re kind of scared. With going downhill, you’re finding it harder to slow down. Your brakes work but the ice on the roads makes it hard for your tires to grip anything. Dean would only rub it in your face that he was right and you don’t want to hear it.
You’ve driven these roads all your life in worse conditions, but there’s something about this night that makes it more dangerous. The news has been warning residents of black ice on the roads, more so in the mountains than anywhere else.
Dean keeps a steady distance behind you which is a comfort because if something happens to you, at least you’ll be found. You press on the brakes only slightly but that causes your tires to swerve, and you grip the steering wheel with a deathly grip.
The deadliest part of black ice is that you don’t know you’ve hit it until it’s too late, and it’s too late for you. Your car starts skidding on the icy roads, and you try your best to get out of it by turning your wheel toward the direction the car is going in. That doesn’t seem to help, and your eyes widen when your headlights catch something.
A tree. You’re not wearing your seatbelt.
In the blink of a second, the front of your car smashes into the thick tree trunk, causing it to spin out of control. The side of your head smacks against the hard ridge of the window, and you lose your grip on the steering wheel as the car skids closer and closer to the cliff’s edge. You press down on the brake as hard as you can but that doesn’t seem to help.
Either you’re going to die by falling off the cliff or by plunging into the icy waters below. Your car comes to a stop right before you fall off the cliff’s edge, but the front half of the car is teetering over the edge. One false move and you're going to go over. You’re still-shocked and gripping the steering wheel with a deathly grip, afraid to let go. Tears roll down your cheek that mix with the blood coming from your forehead. Silence and then you hear his voice.
“Y/N?”
“Dean?” you cry.
“I’m right here, sweetheart.”
“I’m so scared,” you whimper.
“I’m right here. I’m not going to let you fall.” The back window was shattered when it hit the tree, so he is able to climb inside if he wanted to. “Can you get your seatbelt off?”
“I’m not wearing one.”
“Fuck. Okay, when I get you out, we’re going to have a serious conversation about proper car etiquette.”
The car starts to spin but Dean doesn’t say anything about it which makes you realize it’s your vision that’s spinning. Your head throbs in pain and black spots enter your vision.
“Dean, I hit my head. It hurts.”
“I know, sweetheart. I need you to stay awake for me, okay? Can you turn around?” With slow movements, you look back at Dean. He doesn’t shine the flashlight directly on your face but he can see the river of blood on your face. He’s fucking scared but if he starts to show it, you’ll start to panic. “I’m right here.”
Dean removes his jacket and lays it over the edge of the window where it broke to prevent glass from sticking to his skin. He keeps one leg on the ground and puts his other leg inside the car to get closer to you. He leans in as far as he can and stretches his hand out to you.
“Grab my hand and I’ll pull you out.”
“What if I fall over?”
“I won’t let that happen.”
Tears spring to your eyes at the thought of never seeing your family again. “Please tell my mom I love her. Tell Luna that too. Tell her I’m sorry.”
“Y/N, you’re going to be fine. Just grab my hand.”
“I’m scared,” you cry.
“I know you are but I need you to be brave right now, okay?” You nod shakily. “I can’t go any further so you’re going to have to climb over the seat. No sudden movements.”
You slowly rise and put both feet on the clothed seat. You grab the back of the seat and turn to Dean who is patient and calm. You know he’s freaking out so you appreciate him keeping a calm head. You sling your leg through the small gap over the center console and the car starts to sway lightly. You halt your movements and calm down when the car doesn’t fall over the edge.
You slowly lift your other leg over the center console but you step on one of your dogs’ toys that squeaks. Your foot slips and you slam into the back of the driver’s seat. The car immediately tips over and you jump to grab Dean’s hand. He pulls you out of the car just as it falls over the edge. You gasp and clutch onto his hand with a death grip because not only did the car go over the edge, but you did as well.
Dean is the only thing keeping you from certain death.
Dean uses his God-given strength and pulls you up from the edge and onto the safety of solid ground. You fall into his arms and cry, the adrenaline already starting to wear off.
“You’re okay,” Dean mutters. He strokes your hair to not only calm you but to calm himself. “You’re okay.” You pull away from him and he finally can see the damage done to your head. “You’re bleeding.”
“You saved me.”
He tucks a strand of bloody hair behind your ear. “I’ll always save you.”
You look down at his lips. Maybe it’s because of what just happened or maybe it’s because your emotions are all out of wack but you’re seeing Dean in a new light. As much as he wants to kiss you, you have more pressing matters.
“I’m not a doctor and you need to get that checked out. Come on.” He helps you to your feet and wraps a strong arm around you. “I’ll call your parents from the car.”
What would you have done if Dean didn’t follow you? How long would you have been out here for? Would you have died? He could have let you go off that cliff but he didn’t. Maybe you’ve misjudged him. Maybe, just maybe, he’s not as bad as you make him out to be.
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queen-of-deans-booty · 14 days ago
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Reflection of Desire: Final Part
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~1.8k
Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill
Summary: Women are being kidnapped and are being posed as Hollywood Starlets after the unsub kills them. Washington DC police have called in your team for help.
Season Six Masterlist
Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them.
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Knowing this press conference is going to bring the unsub out of his hole, you have to be driving around town in hopes you'll spot him. You and Spencer are in one car, Rossi and Hotch are in one, and Emily and Detective Croft are in another. The radio is on so you can hear the press conference instead of watching it.
"Penny Hanley went missing two days ago. We have received over three thousand calls. Her family is obviously deeply worried and is looking forward to her prompt and safe return," Pen starts.
"Isn't Penny Hanley yet another victim of the Hill Ripper?" A female reporter asks.
"Right now, all we know is that Penny is missing."
"Who sent that photo in just like the Kelly Landis case?" another asks.
"We'd like to take this opportunity to reach out to the public. Penny was last seen here, leaving Union Station--"
"You mean she was taken by the Hill Ripper?"
"Rumors are that Kelly Landis was found with her lips cut off."
Reporters keep cutting Penelope off, and she's trying her best to keep the focus on Penny.
"We are not prepared to discuss the details of Kelly's case."
"Isn't the mutilation, in fact, what you call a signature?"
Even through the radio, you can feel Penelope's panic. Come on, Pen, you can do this.
"Penny Hanley's name has captured the attention of not only the nation but also the entire world." She holds up the black-and-white picture of Penny. "This photo is the most recent image of Penny. We believe it was taken and sent by the person who took her."
"I want to say something." You recognize the voice of Penny's father. "I want to say something to the sick son of a bitch that has my daughter."
Mr. Hanley, we all want to find your daughter, but you really need to calm down. Mr. Hanley, don't do this," you hear Derek say in the background.
"If I say something, she dies. If I plead for her life, she dies. I don't have any money and my wife passed away two years ago. She is all I have, and if this sick bastard gets away with this--just let me say something."
"What would you like to say to the man who has your daughter? If the Hill Ripper is watching, what would you tell him?" a female reporter asks.
"My little girl right now is in your hands. Maybe she's already with God. Either way, your life will be in my hands."
They pause to process his words.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I have just received this." Deek must have handed her the paper Hotch wanted him to hand to her. "The police request that the general public reduce their movements around M street and Georgetown, for the next few hours."
"Do you have a lead in the Hill Ripper case? Agent Garcia, do you have a lead in the ripper case?"
"No, we don't. We have an address."
Just like that, the press conference is over. You're connected to the other agents through the earpieces so you can talk to them while you drive.
"If he's moving, he's moving now," Rossi says.
"Reid, Y/N, where are you?"
"We're headed south down Jackson Street. There's hardly anything moving," Specner answers.
"Except cop cars. We've seen five in the last ten minutes. Hotch, if he's out here, he's got nowhere to go," you say.
You continue driving through the city, looking for anything suspicious. You pull up to a red light and wait for it to turn green. While waiting, you feel something prick at the back of your neck. The unsub is near. Spencer sees the alert look on your face and sits up straighter.
"What is it?"
"I feel him." You take off as soon as the light turns green, and you head to the darker parts of town. You're driving fast because you're following the energy leading right to the unsub. "Hold on." You shove your arm across Spencer's chest as you slam on the brakes right in front of an alley. "He's in there right now with her."
"Call Hotch."
You turn the car around and drive into the alley, shining the headlights onto the car. The unsub panics and hops out of the car before he can finish killing Penny. You put the car into park and jump out, already racing after the unsub.
"Stay with her and get help!" you yell at Spencer.
You can hear Spencer's voice over comms but you're not paying attention to his words. You aim your gun at the unsub and shoot twice, hitting him once in the leg. He nearly trips but he doesn't stop running. Not only is he faster than you, but he had a head start. There is no use in chasing after him. You pant and lightly jog over to Spencer and Penny who are surrounded by paramedics.
"Hotch, he's headed your way. I tried to chase him. I shot him in the leg. He won't be as fast."
"Copy."
Penny is already being loaded into the ambulance by the time you reach her and Spencer.
"Penny, your dad's going to meet you at the hospital," Spencer says.
Just then, Hotch and Rossi show up and get out.
"He got away but you hit him good. We found traces of blood down the alley. K-9 units are on the way."
"Agent Reid?" Penny asks.
"Yes?"
"Please don't leave me," she whimpers.
"Go, Spencer. We've got this," you encourage.
Spencer gets into the ambulance and stays with Penny the whole time. The unsub was forced to leave his car behind which is good for you since you'll be able to ID him from that. You walk to the front and notice a disabled permit hanging from the rearview mirror.
"This car has a disabled permit."
"Registered to who?" Rossi asks.
You take out your phone and call Penelope who is back behind a computer screen. You give her the license plate number and the make and model of the car, and she does her magic.
"The car belongs to May Walden. The unsub is Rhett Walden, her son. I have an address. 1503 Hope Street." She pauses. "Oh, my God."
"What is it?" you ask and look at the others who are staring at you. You put her on speakerphone. "You're on speakerphone."
"May's black-and-white photo looks exactly like Kelly and Penny."
"When was it taken?" Derek asks.
"1956. It's a set photo from a movie called Reflection of Desire. May was nineteen when this was taken."
"She's got to be over seventy by now."
"Yeah. M Street and Rykers Alley are the locations of this film. It was the only movie she ever made, and she was four months pregnant when this picture was taken which ended her career."
"What about the father?" you ask.
"Her co-star. Do you think she made her son do all of this?"
"Penelope, I think she made her son do a lot more than this," Derek answers.
The team heads over to Rhett's house and surrounds it with agents, police officers, and a SWAT team. Detective Croft stands behind one of the police cars and uses a megaphone to talk to Rhett who he knows is inside the house. It's the only place he'd go.
"Rhett Walden, this is the police! We know you're in there. Come out with your hands up!" He repeats it. "This is the police. We know you're in there. Come out with your hands up."
The front door opens and Rhett steps outside with a bloody leg from where you shot him and someone in his arms. The person is frail and small but her hair is covering her face so you're unsure of who it is.
However, you know she's dead.
You gasp when you see the skeleton in his arms and lower your gun in shock. That must be his mother.
"Get down on the ground!" Derek yells.
He does immediately but you think it's because his injured leg can't hold him up any longer.
"I need a medic!" the detective orders.
His mother's hair moves away from her face, and you gasp a second time when you see what's been glued to her face.
"Is that...?"
"Lips," Emily says. "They're Kelly's."
Rhett is taken away probably to a mental health facility because you know he is not sane if he kept his dead mother in his house long enough to play dress up with her. With this case over and done with, you and the team head to the theater to see Penelope in her play. She was apprehensive when you told her that you would be going but you encouraged her to give it her all.
Even JJ decided to come with you.
The play is about a crime that a woman has committed. She was kidnapped, attacked, and raped so she decides to enact revenge on the man by kidnapping him and killing him. She found the man responsible for her trauma and is using his past against him.
She's not the first woman he's beaten and raped.
Penelope is on one side of the stage under a spotlight wearing a black wig. She is staring at herself in the mirror and recites a monologue.
"I believe humanity was born from conflict. Maybe that's why there lives a dark side in all of us. Some of us choose to embrace it. Some have no choice. The rest of us fight it. In the end, it's as natural as the air we breathe. At some point, all of us are forced to face the truth. Ourselves. For me, that day has come. I was eighteen when I faced a man who chose to embrace his dark side, and by doing so, he took my humanity. Every day since I have put on a mask to hide what now suffocates me. The truth. And nothing speaks louder than the truth."
She gets up and faces the man... her revenge.
"Melissa Crane?"
"Get out," he sneers.
"Alison Gardner?"
"Get out before I call the police."
"I called them, and they'll be here but not before I'm done."
"Done? Done with what?"
Penelope raises a prop gun at the man and shoots him once in the chest. He gasps and falls backward on stage. She walks over to him, kneels by his dying body, and makes him look at her.
"Nine girls you raped and you butchered. You took from them what you took from me, but I survived. You should have killed me, Clarence."
The stage goes dark, and everyone stands up to clap for them. Penelope is good. She was born for this sort of thing. The lights turn on and both she and her male costar bow for the audience. She looks at her team, locking eyes with you. You give her two thumbs up, extremely proud of her.
"I believe humanity was born from conflict. Maybe that's why in all of us lives a dark side. Some of us embrace it. Some have no choice. The rest of us fight it. And in the end, it's as natural as the air we breathe. Some point, we're forced to face the truth... ourselves. – Penelope Garcia
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Just My Imagination: Final Part
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~1.8k
Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst, feeling broken and utterly helpless to the point of depression
Summary: In the spirit of Noah's birthday coming up, you decide to take him on a hunt when Sam's old imaginary friend comes back asking for his help.
Season Eleven Masterlist
Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3
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Sully comes back with the things from inside the house, and you step up before he can dress his wounds.
"Let me."
"What can you do?" Sully asks.
"I'm not just a hunter. I'm a witch. I can heal him."
Sully steps back and you lift up Weems shirt enough to see the entrance and exit wound caused by the knife. You squeeze your right hand into a fist before relaxing it, and you slowly move over it as your magic pours out of your hand. Weems winces the moment your magic touches him, but he sighs in relief when he feels himself being healed.
"There, now you won't traumatize your kid with a gaping knife wound."
"Thank you," Weems mutters. "Could you have done that for Sparkle and Nicky?"
"No, I can't... I can't bring people back from the dead. Trust me, I would have done so a long time ago with some people I know."
"Alright, I'm gonna go check on Fletcher. The kid has a bladder like a sieve."
Weems leaves you three alone in the garage, and you step off to the side to allow Sam and Sully to have a moment to themselves. Healing Weems was a step in the right direction, but you feel like you're going to take a few steps back soon. It always seems to go that way. You do something that feels like progress only for you to turn it around and go backward.
It's exhausting.
"You know, it's pretty awesome how you help everyone around you," Sam says to Sully.
"It doesn't always work out, but... I try."
"Sully... I feel awful about how we left off. I'm sorry. I was a kid. I was a jerk kid, and you were trying to help, and..."
"That's all on me. I mean, goodbyes are part of the job, and ours was..."
"Pretty bad?"
"Yeah, it was really bad," Sully laughs. "You know, I'm not gonna lie to you. When you went off to hunt, I considered that one of my biggest failures. It just seemed so clear to me that you wanted something else. I was wrong. It all worked out, didn't it?"
"I don't know about that," Sam sighs.
"Come on. You're a hero. Sam, you saved the world." Sam looks at him in surprise. "I keep track of my kids, and you did really good, Sam."
"Not all good. There was some bad..." Sam looks at you. "...and some really bad." Yeah, bad like me. Just like that, the dark cloud returns. Will this ever get any easier? "Sully, I screwed up. I let something out into the world that was..."
"You mean the Darkness?" You look at Sully in shock. "That's what the others are calling it, I've just heard rumors."
"Don't pretend like it was just you who did it," you say. "Had Dean and I not taken the Mark, we wouldn't be in this mess."
"Had you not, Abaddon would still be alive."
"Right," you whisper.
"Don't worry, I'm gonna fix it." He looks at Sully who nods. "I am. Dean, Y/N, and I, are gonna fix it. It's just..."
"What is it?"
"I think God wants to help us fix it, but I don't think I can do what he's asking."
"I don't think it's God, Sam. When in the existence of our lives has he ever helped us? Why now?"
"It's his sister."
You look away in pain.
"How bad is it?" Sully asks.
"There's this Cage in hell, and it's where they keep Lucifer. I've been in it, and it's... I think God wants me to go back."
"Ever think... about running away anymore?"
"I did. Um, I mean, I have. I left and went to school. I never finished it. But I haven't thought about that... not in a while. Not anymore." Sam's phone rings and he looks at the text from Dean. Found her. Meet me at 1534 George St. Bring Sully. "Ever think... about hot-wiring a minivan?"
"In my dreams," Sully laughs.
"Let's do it. Dean needs us. They found her."
"You know, I can easily hotwire the car."
"Nah, let Sully try."
It took Sully twenty minutes to try and hotwire the car and that was with Sam's help. The address isn't far from where you are, so it doesn't take long to arrive. The place is more like a warehouse of some kind. Maybe that's where the killer decided to hide or that's where Dean took her so as not to make a scene.
You walk in and your entire world comes crashing down around you when you see a woman standing behind Dean with a knife to his throat. Next to him on the ground is Noah, and both of them are tied up. You must have the look of murder in your eyes because Noah speaks first.
"Mom, it's okay. She didn't hurt me. I'm fine."
You look at Dean who barely nods to let you know that Noah is okay and he is, too. If there wasn't a knife against your husband's throat, you'd use magic on the bitch. However, one wrong move and Dean is dead. Sam is quick to take his gun out and aim it at the woman who doesn't seem fazed by his threat.
"Reese?" Sully gasps.
"Hey, stranger." She looks at you. "If you give me Sully, I'll give you your son and boyfriend."
"What do you want with Sully?" Sam asks because you can't seem to talk.
"Ask him. He's the one who killed my sister," she glares.
"It was an accident!" You and Sam look at Sully who sighs sadly. "Reese and her twin sister were my first kids after I thought I screwed things up with you."
"So, this is his fault?"
"Watch it, girl," you growl.
"No! No, Reese, I'm the one that bungled it. It was me." She removes the knife from Dean's neck and steps closer to where you are. "I should never have let her chase me into the street. We were just playing tag. I don't know why I didn't see the car coming. That's why I never went back in the field, that's why I never found another kid. I was too scared I'd hurt them."
"Do you know how bad you messed me up? 'Audrey's dead because of the invisible man.' Try telling that to about ten different kiddie shrinks!" Her voice shakes the more emotional she gets. You hide your hand and use your magic to help untie Dean and Noah's binds. "I always wondered if Sully was real, so I got obsessed with folklore. I studied abroad in Romania, and then I found out he's a Zanna."
"Yes, and Zanna are good."
"That's what the witch tried to tell me, too."
"The witch?"
"She sold me a spell so that I'd be able to see these freaks. She gave me this, too." She looks at the dagger in her hand. "Finally, I can save other kids from these monsters."
"You killed my friends just to get to me?" Sully asks.
"I would have done it sooner if these three hadn't shown up."
"Why didn't you call? I would've come."
"Honestly? I kinda liked watching you suffer. You weren't just Audrey's best friend... you were mine, too. After she died, Sully, I... I never needed you more."
"I panicked when Audrey died, and I left you to deal with the pain because I couldn't handle being the one that caused it." He looks at her with tears in her eyes. "Will killing me make you feel better?"
"No, Sully, that's not the answer," Sam says.
"This is what I do." Sully lowers Sam's hand that's holding his gun. "Whatever's best for the kid." He looks at Reese. "Reesy, if this is what you need, I'm okay with it."
"I'm still mad," she cries and places the tip of the blade against Sully's chest. "I can't stop it. I'm just still so MAD!"
The binds finally come off of Dean, and he stands. Noah stands and hides in the shadows until it's safe for him to come out.
"Reese." She doesn't dare turn around. She can't take her eyes off Sully. "Trust me. Revenge? It ain't gonna make you feel better. Listen, I've seen more than my share of monsters, and I mean real monsters... bad ones." Yeah, like me. I'm a monster. "These guys? These are Sesame Street mother Teresas. When I wasn't there for my little brother, Sully was. Now, look, I'm not saying that he didn't make a mistake, but you know that there is not a monstrous bone in his body."
The blade in her hand shakes as she tries to kill him, but she can't. Sully is too good.
"I'm so, so sorry." Reese drops the dagger and flings herself in his arms. "Oh Reesy, I'm so sorry."
Now that the threat is eliminated, Noah runs across the room and into your arms. You hug him close and kiss his head, glad that he is safe. Sully, being the nice guy he is, let her go. She gets back into her Bug and heads home, wherever that is. You and Noah are by the car to give Sam and Sully some privacy, and he looks up at you with sadness in his eyes.
"I wish I could tell someone about all this."
"You can."
He looks surprised. "Really?"
"Ask your dad and he might give a different answer than me, but yeah. I trust you to make the right decision."
"How do I know I'm telling the right person?"
You look at Dean and smile. "Because the right person won't ever make you feel unsafe and judged. The right person makes you feel good about being yourself and asks for nothing in return. You'll know they're the right person because it'll be easy and you won't doubt yourself. If you do, even just a little bit, then they're not the one."
Noah nods and you kiss his head.
"Well, now that you know about Audrey, you probably never wanna see me again," Sully says in a gentle tone.
"Ever think... maybe you're a hero to me?"
"Yeah," Sully scoffs mildly.
"Sully. The one thing I've learned is that heroes aren't perfect."
"Sometimes, they're scared, too, but that just means the thing that they're facing, it's super important. Nobody else is gonna go for it because nobody else has got the balls." Dean walks over to them. "Well, it is that time again."
"You'll look in on Reese?"
"Don't worry, I will be checking in. Dean, thank you for looking out for Sam. You are not a germ at all," he smiles.
"Thanks? You know, you're not gonna get me to admit that you're not the weirdest thing out there, but... you're a good weird."
"Good luck, buddy."
A second passes and Sully disappears.
"I like Sully. I'm gonna miss him." Noah says.
The trip back home is only three hours but it's nearing midnight. Noah rests his head on your shoulder and sleeps, and you resist the urge to hold him tightly and never let him go. The cloud above your head is getting darker... the same shade as the Darkness. If you don't get rid of her, you're scared she's never going to go away. You lean your head back and sigh, feeling like a failure again.
"Dean, we need to seriously discuss me going to the Cage."
"Okay. Not happening. Good talk." Sam rolls his eyes. "Sam, even if these visions are real..."
"It's Lucifer? And me? In the Cage?" Sam finishes his thought. "I know, but this lump in my throat... It's not an excuse. Not anymore."
"We'll find another way. Okay? There's always another way."
"Then tell me what is the other way?"
Dean doesn't have an answer for that. Noah's birthday party comes faster than you think, and you find yourself in the backyard watching him and his friend play basketball. He has five friends over so they have three on each team. Molly is in the pool with Joanna, teaching her how to swim. She's a bit late in the game but she loves the water. After all, she is a water sign. Mary is in Sam's lap and both of them are on one of the swings. She is laughing her head off because she loves how "fast" Sam is going. Dean is already cooking hot dogs and cheeseburgers on the grill while you sit on the other side watching him.
"Are you okay?" Dean asks, seeing the faraway look in your eyes.
"You mean besides the fact that I hate myself? Just peachy."
"Look, I don't want to overstep here but have you thought about therapy? That might help you."
"Therapy? Do you want me to go to therapy? What would you like me to tell the doctor, Dean? 'Yeah, so I lost my soul because my husband was killed right in front of me. But don't worry, he came back as a demon, and I had red magic.' Are you kidding me?"
"I'm just trying to--"
"Don't just try to, okay? You have no idea what it's like to lose a soul."
"This shit ends now." You open your mouth to talk but he won't let you. "I mean it, Y/N. I am your husband and I am trying to understand what it was like. Don't push me to the side and make me feel like shit. You're right, I don't know what it's like to be soulless, but I do know what it feels like to be a failure, to think you're the worst thing to walk this Earth. I feel it every damn day of my life, and I didn't need to lose my soul to feel it."
"I'm sorry," you whisper painfully.
"Sweetheart, look at me." You do with tears in your eyes "You'll get better one day, I promise."
"When is that going to come? Tomorrow? Next month? Next year?"
"It comes when it comes, but you can't keep fighting it. One day, you're going to realize that you got better without even knowing you did it. Right now is the rough part, but you've got me to help you through it."
"Yeah, I know," you whisper.
Dean goes back to cooking and you turn in your chair to watch your family. They are what will get you through it. You have to survive for them.
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Reflection of Desire: Part Two
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~2k
Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill
Summary: Women are being kidnapped and are being posed as Hollywood Starlets after the unsub kills them. Washington DC police have called in your team for help.
Season Six Masterlist
Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them.
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You let the police handle the crime scene and the homeless man, and you head back to the police station with Derek and the detective. You walk in on Hotch talking to Penelope over speakerphone.
"I can't match the words, sir, but if they're from a film, it's got to be the 1950s."
"Are you sure?"
"Well, I looked at the picture that he sent of Kelly to the Monitor. Her foundation is like a pearl color and over it is this green powder. That powder gives it a whiter look. Her eyebrows are plucked and her cheeks are that flushed rose hue that is totally that era. What really seals it is the dark eyeliner. She has bedroom eyes. That was Marilyn Monroe's trademark."
"If Kelly's supposed to represent Monroe, then the text we found may be from one of Monroe's movies."
"Yeah, I know it's not much but--"
"No, no, no. It helps the profile." He pauses. "Garcia, I'm sorry if I embarrassed you when I asked about your play. I certainly didn't mean to."
A play? You didn't know Penelope was in a play. You decide not to interrupt their conversation and get some coffee from the break room instead of listening in. The detective leaves and heads to his office.
"Oh, I know. I just, um... I gotta ask you that you don't share that with anyone, please."
"Of course."
"Thank you. One other thing, I was thinking that since Kelly was missing for three days, and most stories--plays and films--have a three-act structure."
"That helps. Thank you."
He hangs up just as the detective leaves his office in a panic.
"Another woman has been abducted."
"We need to give the profile now."
Detective Croft gathers his men and women so that your team can deliver the profile.
"Penny Hanley, nineteen, lives in Arlington and works in an art gallery. Yesterday she didn't make it to work or back home. She caught the Metro to Union Station. Her father dropped her off. Her purse was found a few blocks away on a side street. It's most likely where she was abducted."
"Kelly was taken for three days. If he's holding to pattern, Penny's already on day two," Hotch says. "Today, the Georgetown Monitor will receive a photo. Whatever happens, we cannot allow another photograph like Kelly's to be published. We need to get ahead of the media. They've already named him 'The Hill Ripper'."
"I want undercover units to lock that building down," Detective Croft says. "If you see him, let him walk in. Do not apprehend him before."
"We're looking for a white male in his mid to late forties, approximately six feet tall and slim build. We think he's a local and a loner, and he's most likely unemployed. He's moving his victims around the city unseen, so we know he has a vehicle. It's probably an older model, but well maintained."
"What does he think this is?" an officer asks about the scripts that were found.
"A page from what we believe is a script was found inserted in Kelly's throat. Somehow in the unsub's mind, Kelly seems to have failed expectations. Although there were no sexual interactions ante or postmortem, the removal of the lips is in itself a sexual act. It's a behavior that tells us we're dealing with a borderline personality."
"Based on the obvious theatricality of the case, we think he worked in or around the arts. Three days may represent a three-act play, of which Kelly was the star. She was killed three days after she was abducted. That means Penny may only have a day left."
Since she took the metro, it's likely that the unsub saw her there. You, Spencer, Hotch, and Emily head to the metro station to scout it out. There are a ton of people walking around but you're trying to separate Penny and the unsub's energy. Spencer watches you walk around the place like you've lost something in admiration.
"This building has three exits--north, south, and west. He's here to target a woman, but he doesn't want to attract attention," Spencer mutters.
"Well, standing in the middle gawking at passing women, would certainly attract attention." Spencer watches you when you pass by him and smiles softly. "Like you're doing now."
"What's that?" Spencer asks, looking at Hotch.
"Just like that, an IQ of 187 is slashed to 60."
"Can you blame me? That's my future wife," Spencer grins.
"But sitting and reading the paper would give him an excuse to watch without being noticed," Hotch says, getting back on track. "Far enough away not to attract attention but close enough to make sure she's the right one. She works fifteen blocks east of here. Her father said she walked through this train station every day. If he were sitting here, he's on camera."
Hotch got with the station manager and was allowed camera access.
"How many cameras cover the area?" Hotch asks.
"Three, but only two are operable. It's cameras eight and seven."
"Can you go back to yesterday around four?"
"Sure."
The man chooses camera seven and goes back to the moment when Penny walks through the station. There is a man sitting on one of the benches when noticing Penny, gets up to follow her. However, a little girl was walking in front of Penny and stopped to talk to the man.
"Can you bring up camera eight?" The man does. "Can you enlarge it and keep it rolling, please?" He does, and you can see the same young girl who stops the unsub. "See the girl walking in front of the man?"
"He's seen Penny."
"Can you go back to the exact moment that he sat down?" Spencer asks. "Freeze it right there." He does, and you look at the time that he sat down. "Okay, calculating the timecode from the moment that he left the station, he sat there for over three hours."
"We profiled he has his own vehicle. It was the only way he could abduct Penny off the street. Three hours exceeds any parking meter. Get all this footage to Garcia."
The place where the unsub grabbed Penny was at a high-risk area but possible. He used chloroform which is outdated but efficient. Luckily, you got footage of the unsub stalking Penny and following her even though his back is turned to the camera the entire time. Since the limit for the parking meters is two hours, then hotch seems to think he must have some kind of permit that would allow him to park there for long hours, and Penelope is doing her research on people with special permits.
It's unlikely he can hold down a job so you don't think he'll have a work permit. The only kind of permit that would work is a residential permit since it would give him all the time he needs. However, the permits are separated by zones which means he lives in this area, and Detective Croft is going to shut down the area until you find him.
"We closed off the entire area. Cops are all over it," Derek informs when you get back to the station. "They're going door to door where it's a five-block-radius with over two thousand homes."
"Unless they get lucky, that could take days," Emily sighs.
"Undercover units have staked out the Georgetown Monitor building. Garcia, anything on the footage?" Hotch asks Pen over speakerphone.
"The lab is analyzing it frame by frame, but it was pretty clear he doesn't know those cameras are on him."
"Permits?"
"I cross-checked with the profile and have come up with six hundred potentials."
"Garcia, what zone covers Rykers Alley, M Street, and Charlotte Street?"
"Two zones."
"That doesn't help," Derek sighs.
"Come on, I'm the high priestess of all things digital, but I'm not a God."
"What permits covers all zones?" you ask.
"Only one. Disabled."
"This guy isn't disabled."
"Maybe he knows someone who is," you say.
Detective Croft comes in carrying a black-and-white picture of Penny.
"A kid on a BMX dropped this off at the Monitor a half hour ago. He said a bum gave him twenty bucks."
"At least he didn't make the news. It buys us some time, right?"
"Until he finds another way to contact the media," Spencer points out.
"We'll do it for him. Garcia, I need you here as soon as possible."
"Sure, what for?"
"We need him to break cover and get out in the open. Call a press conference with every major media outlet present."
"Oh, I am not the one you want in front of that camera," she panics.
"Yes, you are. Detective, we need every available unit."
The meeting is disbanded but the call is still connected to Penelope. She is freaking out at being put in front of cameras, but how can she be shy when she is doing a play?"
"Hey. You're gonna be fine," Derek says.
"No, I will not be fine. I will suck. I will suck. What happens then?"
"Penelope, stop it. We just gotta buy some time to get ahead of this guy."
"He'll be watching, won't he?"
"I'm gonna be right by your side. Now get your butt over here."
While Penelope is on her way over here, Hotch gets the press conference set up in the same metro station where the unsub saw Penny. Penelope shows up and is nervous as hell to be doing this. She's so nervous that it's rubbing off you, so you keep your distance from her while still being close enough to hear what she's saying to Hotch.
"Sir, I've thought about this and I've decided it's a bad idea."
"All you have to do is stay calm. Don't let the room control you."
"How am I supposed to do that?"
"Keep your answers short and to the point. Don't comment on the Kelly Landis case. Keep the focus on Penny."
"No, sir, I don't think you understand. I have a phobia about having a video camera even pointed at me. I get all nervous and I start to panic and I forget what I'm gonna say and my hands get all sweaty and then my hands start to shake. My hands are shaking right now. I cannot do things I am not good at, and I am not good at being in a room full of strange people. That's why I stay in a room six by nine feet. I feel safe there."
"Garcia, what about the Tolgate Theater?"
"Tolgate Theater?" Emily asks, butting in.
You feel shame and embarrassment coming from Penelope. It's like she doesn't want anyone to know that she's in a play. You walk over to her and she sighs in frustration.
"What's that?" Rossi asks.
"It's a small repertory theater on Dean Street where they do a lot of--"
"Reid, we know what it is," Derek cuts him off.
"That is not the same thing," Penelope hisses at Hotch.
"Garcia--"
"I--I can't even look at you right now. I am mad. I asked you not to say anything!"
"We need him to see a face and a look that he recognizes."
"Well, he likes blondes and I have red hair now."
"We can change that. Toward the end, Morgan's gonna hand you a note. Take a moment, let the group settle, and when you have everyone's attention, read it out. You're gonna be fine. This isn't about the unsub. It's about the girls. For him, it's all about making Penny famous."
"Then aren't we helping him realize his dream?" Penelope asks.
"Come on. If we get this right, we end that dream. The press is calling him the Hill Ripper. They're gonna want to sensationalize this story even further. Now, they're gonna ask you how long he kept Kelly. They're gonna ask you how she died. Did he stab her? Did he torture her? Did he rape her? How many others has he killed? Garcia, you have to make it about Penny. You let whoever has her know that the entire world is watching, and then you make Penny the star. All we gotta do is get this guy to move." Penelope doesn't look sure. "Hey. You can do this, baby girl. Give me your bag."
"Okay," she whispers and hands him her bag.
"Pen." She looks at you. "If you can go on stage and perform in front of hundreds of people, you can do this. Pretend you're not doing this for someone's life. Pretend it's lines you're preparing for a scene."
"Thanks," she nods.
"You got it, babe," you wink.
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Just My Imagination: Part Two
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~1.8k
Warnings: canon angst and violence
Summary: In the spirit of Noah's birthday coming up, you decide to take him on a hunt when Sam's old imaginary friend comes back asking for his help.
Season Eleven Masterlist
Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3
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Sully uses his powers and gives you the gift that he has. In a second, Maddie's entire room goes from being normal to a blood bath. There are pools of sparkly blood on the ground, blood is splattered on the tea party table, and there is a man lying dead on a beanbag chair. This man has a broken unicorn horn on his head, he has blue and white hair, a yellow fluffy jacket, a pink floral shirt, and a bunch of chunky necklaces.
"That's gnarly," Noah says.
"Oh yeah. That kid is gonna need all the shrinks," Dean shudders.
"Wait a second. His blood is glittery?"
"Even when he's dead, Sparkle can't stop shining. Who would do this?" Sully sighs.
Dean walks closer to Sparkle without stepping in his blood to examine the cause of death.
"It was a blade."
"Sully, can Zanna see other Zanna?"
"Of course, but it's not what you're thinking. A Zanna could never do this."
The bedroom door opens and Linda comes back, having not seen Sully. She can't see him or Sparkle unless Sully gives her the gift, so she's stuck in the dark while you're seeing a massacre.
"Nothing to see, right?" Linda starts cleaning up Maddie's room, unknowingly stepping in the blood, touching the blood, and making matters worse. "I was always under the impression that it was a parent's job to let a child be a child as long as possible."
"Oh, this is bad," Sully gasps.
"Maybe we let her get too carried away. I don't know." Linda picks up a teddy bear soaked in blood. "An imaginary friend named Sparkle. What's cuter than that?" She sits on the small bench by the window and puts a hand to her face, spreading the blood to her skin. Sully makes a noise of shock and disgust, unable to look away. None of you can. "I'm sorry. I'm being as dramatic as my daughter now."
"Um, it's on her face. Sam, it's on her face!" Sully gasps.
"Just tell me--"
"She's got Sparkle on her face!"
"--how do we get our girl back?"
No one can say anything because her face is now covered in Sparkle's blood. She must think you're crazy for staring at her like she's Carrie at the Prom.
"Somebody's gotta say something. Someone's gotta say something," Sully urges.
"You know what, is there a spare bedroom?" Linda nods. "Great. Maybe Maddie can sleep there, that should help."
"It's on her face," Sully whispers.
"And a hot shower," Dean adds. "That does wonders. Real deep scrub. Purify."
"For Maddie?"
"The whole family. Yeah, just get the whole gang in there... You know, the family that showers together..." She stares at Dean, horrified. "Kay."
"Pull up. Pull up!" Sully snaps.
"You know what, why don't you start there? You can contact our office for more guidance if you like."
"Okay...?"
"What do we do now?" Noah whispers.
There is nothing left for you to do so you start to leave her house when you notice Maddie looking like she is about to cry. Right before you leave, you send a ball of magic at her that she quickly absorbs into her skin. Immediately, she looks better. That won't fix anything but it'll help her.
Whoever killed Sparkle works fast because just the next day, there is already another murder of a Zanna creature. In the same city, there is another young girl who has an imaginary friend called Nicky. It's better than Sparkle. Sully came to you right after dawn worried for his friend.
"Nicky didn't check in with the home office last night. This can't be happening."
"You gazoos can talk to each other?" Dean asks.
"Us Zanna share a telepathic link." You immediately head to the front door but Sully is already walking to the backyard. "She wouldn't be in there."
You follow Sully to the backyard where a large above-ground pool is. Inside is a dead mermaid with her golden tail splattered with blood hanging off the side of it. The family isn't home so the child has yet to see the murder scene of her friend.
"A fucking mermaid?"
"It's a bloodbath," Sully shudders.
"Am I the only one that thinks this is cool?" Noah asks.
Sully looks at him but shakes his head, deciding not to speak about it. He hates that you have brought a child along but he can't tell you how to parent your kids. He'd never overstep like that. Sully wants to cry but he fans his face to dry the tears before they come. Sam walks over to the mermaid and inspects her wounds.
"Alright, let it all out," Dean says.
"No, I gotta stay strong for Sam."
"Looks like more stabbing."
"Okay, Sully, is there anybody that would want to hurt Nicky?" you ask.
"No... Well... Her boyfriend is a little clingy, but he's one of my best friends." Sully sees the look you're giving the brothers. "Guys, Weems would never hurt Nicky. I mean, he loved her too much."
"Too much ain't good. Let's go talk to the mermaid's boyfriend because apparently, imaginary friends have boyfriends now."
Sam and Dean go to leave but Sully stops them.
"Wait! We can't just leave her here. It's disturbing for the kid."
"What do you wanna do? Find a giant toilet and flush it?" Dean jokes. Sam gives him a bitch face and Sully looks sad at his comment. "You're right. I was... What would you like us to do?"
"I think I saw some shovels back there."
Sully leaves and Dean looks at his brother who has an unreadable expression on his face.
"He really cares for you, huh?"
Noah wasn't strong enough to dig a six-feet deep hole so he hung back and let Sam and Dean dig the hole. Once they did, you and Sully gently placed Nicky into the grave. Now, the brothers are shoving dirt onto her body. Well, Dean is. Sam is sitting on the small curb of the garden looking at the grass as if it holds the universe's secrets.
"Hey, slacker. Am I burying Ariel by myself here or what?"
"Sorry," Sam mutters and gets up to help his brother. Sully is leaning on the small plastic playground set with a sad look on his face. "How you holding up, Sully?"
Suly perks up and smiles even though it looks forced.
"I'm fine. How are you, Sam?"
"Aces."
It took an hour to fully bury Nicky, and by the time you get to the place where Weems is, it's already well past dusk. Weems is the friend of a young boy, but it looks like everyone is asleep inside the house. On the front lawn is a bunch of laundry on clotheslines to dry which adds to the creepy factor. Dean and Sam take out flashlights to light their way, and they walk over to the sheets that are swaying in the light wind.
"Look at this," Sam says, shining his flashlight at a blood spot on one of the sheets.
"Stay right next to me," you warn Noah.
"Okay."
He reaches out and grabs your arm, walking next to you but keeping a vigilant eye on his surroundings. There is blood on the light pole next to the garage, and a trail of blood leads into the garage. You push the garage door open and step inside with your son clinging to your arm. Instead of alerting someone that you're here, you keep the lights off and continue to explore. In the far back corner is a man lying on the ground, and he looks horrified when Dean shines the light on his face.
"Weems! Weems, are you okay?" Sully asks, rushing over to his friend.
Sam turns the light on to get a better look at Weems, and you see that he's been stabbed in his gut.
"Yeah, it went right through my love handle. My fat saved me. Can you believe that?"
"Fat is the best," Sully grins.
"Yeah."
"Yeah, well, the mermaid wasn't so lucky," Dean comments.
Weems looks surprised that Dean is speaking to him. "Is he talking to me? Who are these guys?"
"They're friends."
"Weems, when was the last time you saw Nicky the Mermaid?" Dean asks. "God, I can't believe I just said that."
"Yesterday. Why? What happened to Nicky?"
"She was murdered."
"What?!"
"Weems, I'm so sorry."
"No! She was my girl!" Weems cries.
"Sparkle's gone, too," Sully sighs sadly.
"Not Sparkle! Dude, that's like our whole posse!"
"I know, right?"
"Is there anybody who would have beef with the bunch of you?" you ask.
"I've never seen her before in my life. It was some chick. She shivved me and took off in an old VW Bug."
Sam motions for you two to follow him, and Sully stays by his friend's side to take care of his bleeding wound.
"This is a good thing, right?"
"This is a great thing. What the hell am I supposed to do with a manicorn and a fucking mermaid? A chick in a car? I can do something with that. Sully can teleport to places. They have no need to drive."
"Alright, you go--"
"Can I go with you?" Noah asks.
"I don't mind."
"Why don't you two go find that girl and Sam and I will stay and help them," you suggest.
"Sounds like a plan." Dean steps closer to Sully and Weems. "I gotta ask. What's so special about you?"
"Mermaids dig me?"
"Why do kids like you?"
"Oh, I play air guitar."
"You play air guitar? Sam can play air guitar. I  can play air guitar."
Weems and Sully smirk before Weems struggles to sit up on his knees. He starts playing air guitar like a fucking expert rockstar. There isn't a guitar there but you can hear the music as if there is one there. Noah grins while Dean stares dumbstruck. Sully bangs his head, fully invested in the show. After he finishes, Weems clutches his side with a wince, and Suly helps him sit back down.
"It's okay, it's okay. Good solo, good solo."
"Thanks."
"He's no Clapton," Dean mutters. "Come on, Noah."
Both of them leave, leaving you and Sam alone with the two Zannas.
"I'm gonna go get some bandages. Okay?" Sully goes to leave but then turns and looks at Sam. "Oh, I'll be right back, Sam."
"Wait, you're not that Sam? Sully's Sam?" Weems grits out.
"I guess I would be, yeah."
"Are you and Sully, like, back together?"
"What, no."
"Oh, so he's here for the kid, then?"
"No, he's not with my son," you say.
"Sam Winchester. I mean... Wow. Hey, just so you know... Sully? You broke his heart, man."
Sam sits down on a chair and he retreats to the back of his mind. He must be lost in some memory that he has with Sully. You're not sure what went down between the two. You never knew there was a Sully back then. You and Dean were too busy hunting with John to think about what Sam might be going through all on his own.
He must have been so lonely.
Do your kids have Zannas with them? Are they lonely? You hope not. Maryann has her sister and Molly to keep her company. Not to mention both Zeus and Colonel. Noah has his friends and sisters as well. You hope none of them need an imaginary friend to keep them company.
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