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[queen-of-deans-booty]

He Can Do It Better

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: smut without plot (much)

Request by anon: Hi, I love your stories! I was wondering if you could do a story where the reader is a bookworm and is reading a spicy book and Dean gets jealous? It can be however you want, it's just a thought in my head. You don't have to do this if you don't want to or if you're busy. Take your time, love your stuff! ❤️

Summary: Dean catches you giggling over a book, and his curiosity takes over. He has to know what you’re reading. When he gets a glimpse, he doesn’t expect to be jealous of a fictional man. Guess he just has to show you that he can do what they do, but better.

Square Filled: begging (2021) for @spnkinkbb

Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated! <3

x

Dean flips the pancakes one by one onto the plate until there is a short stack standing tall. He puts the plate onto a tray alongside a glass of orange juice and French toast. He puts three pieces of bacon on top of the pancakes and leaves the kitchen with the full breakfast tray. He knows you’re not in bed, so he searches around the Bunker for you.

You’re nestled in his man cave with a blanket draped over you and a book in hand. Dean pops his head in to see you concentrated on whatever you’re reading. When you moved into the Bunker, you demanded to have a piece of the library bookshelves for your own books. What can you say? You’re a booktok girlie, and you need a place to keep all your books.

You briefly look up when you feel eyes on you, and you quickly snap your book shut and shove it under the covers. It’s too late. Dean already saw you.

“What’s got you so flustered?” he smirks and walks inside the room.

“Nothing,” you say too quickly.

Dean grins. “What are you reading?”

Heat creeps up your neck. “Nothing. What do you want?”

“Well, I wanted to know if you were hungry for some breakfast, but now I want to know what’s got you blushing.”

“Back off, Winchester. Give me my food.”

Dean laughs and hands over the tray without question. He leans down and kisses you before leaving. When you think he’s gone, you take out your book and return to the page you left off on. He watches you with a careful eye. He has never cared what you read, but he’s definitely intrigued, especially when you start giggling to yourself.

Dean leaves you alone to finish your breakfast in peace, and he cleans the kitchen in the meantime. When he’s done, he walks past the man cave and pauses when he hears you talking.

“Yeah, I can't believe it either.” He walks closer to the room. “I mean, when he slaughtered those men for her, I was weak.”

Slaughtered? What the hell is she talking about? Dean peeks his head inside to see the breakfast tray on the ground, finished, and you’re on the phone with your book wide open.

“I bet he fucks like a God. Like sending my soul to Heaven fuck.” Dean narrows his eyes in suspicion. Who are you talking about? “He’s definitely one of my top five favorite book boyfriends. Maybe the top three. Very few can top Xero.”

Something your friend says makes you giggle, but Dean is seething with jealousy. Should he be jealous of a fictional man? Maybe. Why read about fucking when you can have it done to you by him? Calm down, Winchester. It’s just a book. Look at him, jealous of a fictional man. Well, he’ll show you just who can make you giggle and kick your feet.

Hours later, you’re out running with Sam, giving Dean the perfect opportunity to sneak a peek at the book you were reading. You left it in the man cave, and he walks into it without fear of you catching him. You just left, so you’ll be back an hour later. He picks up your discarded book and sees a bunch of different colored tabs on the side of the book. Probably put there because they’re your favorite scenes or quotes.

He opens to a random page and his eyes widen when he sees the word ‘pussy’. What the fuck are you reading? Primal kink. Choking. Spanking. Consenual non-consent. What the fuck is my girlfriend into? He’s not judging. In fact, some of these scenes are really hot, but he bets he can do them better. Dean, for the better part of the hour, reads almost every scene you tabbed.

He hears the metal door open in the war room, and he puts your book back where he found it. A smirk dons his face as he leaves, ideas already swirling in his head. If you love to read about them, then who is he to deny you the pleasure of experiencing it in real life?

A few weeks go by, giving Dean ample time to come up with this plan. He called Eileen and made sure Sam would be out of the Bunker. He’d be horrified if his brother saw what you two were about to do. Not so much Dean, but he doesn’t want to scar his baby brother.

You’re lounging on your bed when all the lights in the Bunker turn off. The red emergency light shines menacingly, and you disregard your new book.

“Dean?” you ask as you step into the hallway. “Is everything okay?” No answer, so you go searching for your boyfriend. “Dean?” You walk into the library and frown at not seeing him. What the hell is going on? Suddenly, a hard body is pressed against your back, and hands wrap around your neck gently. “Dean? What is going on?”

He normally doesn’t act like this, so he’s channeling his inner Xero, Killian Carson, and Zade Meadows. All men from books you like to read. He puts his lips to your ear and drops his voice to a deep growl.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re going to run and I’m going to chase. If I catch you, I fuck you.” You take in a sharp breath, and he smirks. “Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“There’s a good girl.” If your panties weren't wet before, they certainly are now. “You have a ten-second head start. Ten.”

You don’t waste time and immediately sprint away from him as he slowly counts down. There aren’t a lot of places to hide in the Bunker, but it’s a maze, so there is plenty of space to run. As soon as Dean counts to one, you can hear his heavy footfalls behind you, and you run faster. The thought of what he’ll do to you is greater than your fear of being caught.

“I can smell your fear, sweetheart,” Dean calls out. “It smells almost as delicious as you.”

What the fuck? Is this really happening? What has gotten into him? You’re certainly not complaining, but what brought this on? Maybe you should stop overthinking and just enjoy the moment. You turn the corner and try to keep your steps light as you jog down the long hallway. The red lights don’t help your anxiety, but they add to the thrill of being caught.

The Bunker is silent. Dean is very good at making his footsteps inaudible, so you have no clue where he is. You look behind you, but don’t see anything. You turn back and scream when you see Dean standing five feet from you. He tries to grab you, but you quickly dodge his attempt and run away from him. This time, Dean doesn’t hold back. He races after you and catches you easily in the library.

“You think you’re strong enough to get away from me, sweetheart?” he grins.

You squirm. “I can try.”

“It’s cute if you think so.” Dean reaches around your body and slides his hand between your legs. “What I think is that you’re about to get fucked very, very hard.”

Your pussy squeezes at the thought of him taking you raw like an animal, so you don’t complain much. However, you’re not going to make this easy for him.

“In your dreams, Winchester,” you grin.

Dean quickly picks you up and slings you over his shoulder. He storms into the bedroom and tosses you onto the bed. Before you can get away, he lowers his body against yours, and all the fight leaves you. His weight feels so good against your body, it’s almost too much to bear. He grabs your waist and flips you so that you rest on your stomach. He slides down your panties and leggings in one go, leaving you exposed to him. Your pussy lips glisten under his gaze, and he resists the urge to clean you up with his tongue.

“You and that fucking moouth of yours. It’s gonna get you in trouble one day.”

He slides his big hand against your ass before bringing it down harshly. You yelp at the sudden sting, but you moan when the sting turns into fire-burning pleasure.

“More, please,” you whimper.

“You want more? You’re a glutton for punishment.”

He smacks your ass two more times, once on each cheek, before massasging the hot skin. He doesn’t need to ask if this is okay. You’re body’s reaction to this is enough to tell him to keep going. He spreads your ass cheeks and admires the way your pussy cries for him. He leans down and bites your cheek, and you gasp at the feeling. He licks over his mark before moving to the other cheek. He treats it the same way before running his tongue up and down your pussy.

“Fuck, Dean, please don’t stop,” you beg.

“Wasn’t planning on it, sweetheart.” He swirls his tongue around your clit and sucks it between his lips, sucking lazily on it. His fingers run up and down your split, gathering the wetness, before pushing inside of you. “You taste like Heaven.”

“Fuck,” you whisper.

He thrusts his fingers in and out, gently nipping at your clit with his teeth. You bury your head in the sheets and spread your legs wider to allow more of him in deeper. He’s the musician and your body is the instrument.

“Oh, God, Dean!”

“God isn’t here, sweetheart. Beg me to let you come.”

“Fuck! Yes. Please, Dean. Let me come. I need it badly.”

You must be babbling at this point but you don’t care. All you care about is coming around his fingers and then his cock. You lift your hips and push back against his fingers, and he smirks.

“Look at you fucking yourself on my fingers.” He licks at your clit once more before pulling his face away. “Does my sweetheart not know she’s supposed to take what I want to give her?”

It’s a rhetorical question, which is good because you’re too much of a mess to answer anyway. Dean remembers a quote from a book he read of yours, and he smirks as he fuck you faster with his fingers.

With his most dominant voice, he says, “In this bed, I give. You take. You’ll take and you’ll take until you break, then you’ll beg me to break you all over again.”

He presses against the spongy side of your pussy, and you tighten against his fingers. Before you can come, he pulls his fingers from you, making you sob in grief. He grabs your hips and flips you so you’re facing him. He pulls his cock free from his jeans before giving it two swift pumps.

You’re wet enough with the very little foreplay, so he slides in easily. This is only a character he’s playing, so he still wants to make sure he doesn’t hurt you. Once he sees the pleasure on your face, he picks up his pace. Like he promised, he fucks you hard and fast, and you open your mouth in a silence scream. The cold bite of metal stings your skin because he didn’t pull his jeans all the way down.

He bends over and sucks your pert nipple into his mouth as he fucks you, and you fist the sheets tightly. Your moans are so loud that you’re glad that Sam is gone for the night. Your pussy clenches around his cock, making it even tighter for him.

“Don’t come yet, sweetheart,” he growls.

Those four words only bring you closer to the edge. You lift your hips in time to meet his thrusts, causing him to go an inch or so deeper. He moves his mouth to your other breast as his right hand slips down to your swollen clit. He rubs it in fast circles, and that’s what undoes you.

“Please let me come, Dean!” you beg.

He doesn’t even have to give you permission. He knew this would tip you over the edge. Your orgasm lights your entire body on fire, sending waves of pleasure stemming from your pussy. You clench his cock so hard that he falls over the edge right after you.

“Fuck! Yes! Come for me,” he moans as he empties himself in you.

He thrusts lazily before falling on you completely, crushing you with his weight.

“Fuck, we gotta do that again,” you laugh.

“I read your dirty books, by the way,” he snickers.

He pulls out of you and admires the way his cum leaks out of you.

“If this is what I get for reading dirty books, I’ll gladly do it all day.”

“I’ll keep buying you books as long as you tell me what scene we’re recreating next.”

“I have a few more in mind,” you giggle.

x

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

He Can Do It Better

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: smut without plot (much)

Request by anon: Hi, I love your stories! I was wondering if you could do a story where the reader is a bookworm and is reading a spicy book and Dean gets jealous? It can be however you want, it's just a thought in my head. You don't have to do this if you don't want to or if you're busy. Take your time, love your stuff! ❤️

Summary: Dean catches you giggling over a book, and his curiosity takes over. He has to know what you’re reading. When he gets a glimpse, he doesn’t expect to be jealous of a fictional man. Guess he just has to show you that he can do what they do, but better.

Square Filled: begging (2021) for @spnkinkbb

Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated! <3

x

Dean flips the pancakes one by one onto the plate until there is a short stack standing tall. He puts the plate onto a tray alongside a glass of orange juice and French toast. He puts three pieces of bacon on top of the pancakes and leaves the kitchen with the full breakfast tray. He knows you’re not in bed, so he searches around the Bunker for you.

You’re nestled in his man cave with a blanket draped over you and a book in hand. Dean pops his head in to see you concentrated on whatever you’re reading. When you moved into the Bunker, you demanded to have a piece of the library bookshelves for your own books. What can you say? You’re a booktok girlie, and you need a place to keep all your books.

You briefly look up when you feel eyes on you, and you quickly snap your book shut and shove it under the covers. It’s too late. Dean already saw you.

“What’s got you so flustered?” he smirks and walks inside the room.

“Nothing,” you say too quickly.

Dean grins. “What are you reading?”

Heat creeps up your neck. “Nothing. What do you want?”

“Well, I wanted to know if you were hungry for some breakfast, but now I want to know what’s got you blushing.”

“Back off, Winchester. Give me my food.”

Dean laughs and hands over the tray without question. He leans down and kisses you before leaving. When you think he’s gone, you take out your book and return to the page you left off on. He watches you with a careful eye. He has never cared what you read, but he’s definitely intrigued, especially when you start giggling to yourself.

Dean leaves you alone to finish your breakfast in peace, and he cleans the kitchen in the meantime. When he’s done, he walks past the man cave and pauses when he hears you talking.

“Yeah, I can't believe it either.” He walks closer to the room. “I mean, when he slaughtered those men for her, I was weak.”

Slaughtered? What the hell is she talking about? Dean peeks his head inside to see the breakfast tray on the ground, finished, and you’re on the phone with your book wide open.

“I bet he fucks like a God. Like sending my soul to Heaven fuck.” Dean narrows his eyes in suspicion. Who are you talking about? “He’s definitely one of my top five favorite book boyfriends. Maybe the top three. Very few can top Xero.”

Something your friend says makes you giggle, but Dean is seething with jealousy. Should he be jealous of a fictional man? Maybe. Why read about fucking when you can have it done to you by him? Calm down, Winchester. It’s just a book. Look at him, jealous of a fictional man. Well, he’ll show you just who can make you giggle and kick your feet.

Hours later, you’re out running with Sam, giving Dean the perfect opportunity to sneak a peek at the book you were reading. You left it in the man cave, and he walks into it without fear of you catching him. You just left, so you’ll be back an hour later. He picks up your discarded book and sees a bunch of different colored tabs on the side of the book. Probably put there because they’re your favorite scenes or quotes.

He opens to a random page and his eyes widen when he sees the word ‘pussy’. What the fuck are you reading? Primal kink. Choking. Spanking. Consenual non-consent. What the fuck is my girlfriend into? He’s not judging. In fact, some of these scenes are really hot, but he bets he can do them better. Dean, for the better part of the hour, reads almost every scene you tabbed.

He hears the metal door open in the war room, and he puts your book back where he found it. A smirk dons his face as he leaves, ideas already swirling in his head. If you love to read about them, then who is he to deny you the pleasure of experiencing it in real life?

A few weeks go by, giving Dean ample time to come up with this plan. He called Eileen and made sure Sam would be out of the Bunker. He’d be horrified if his brother saw what you two were about to do. Not so much Dean, but he doesn’t want to scar his baby brother.

You’re lounging on your bed when all the lights in the Bunker turn off. The red emergency light shines menacingly, and you disregard your new book.

“Dean?” you ask as you step into the hallway. “Is everything okay?” No answer, so you go searching for your boyfriend. “Dean?” You walk into the library and frown at not seeing him. What the hell is going on? Suddenly, a hard body is pressed against your back, and hands wrap around your neck gently. “Dean? What is going on?”

He normally doesn’t act like this, so he’s channeling his inner Xero, Killian Carson, and Zade Meadows. All men from books you like to read. He puts his lips to your ear and drops his voice to a deep growl.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re going to run and I’m going to chase. If I catch you, I fuck you.” You take in a sharp breath, and he smirks. “Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“There’s a good girl.” If your panties weren't wet before, they certainly are now. “You have a ten-second head start. Ten.”

You don’t waste time and immediately sprint away from him as he slowly counts down. There aren’t a lot of places to hide in the Bunker, but it’s a maze, so there is plenty of space to run. As soon as Dean counts to one, you can hear his heavy footfalls behind you, and you run faster. The thought of what he’ll do to you is greater than your fear of being caught.

“I can smell your fear, sweetheart,” Dean calls out. “It smells almost as delicious as you.”

What the fuck? Is this really happening? What has gotten into him? You’re certainly not complaining, but what brought this on? Maybe you should stop overthinking and just enjoy the moment. You turn the corner and try to keep your steps light as you jog down the long hallway. The red lights don’t help your anxiety, but they add to the thrill of being caught.

The Bunker is silent. Dean is very good at making his footsteps inaudible, so you have no clue where he is. You look behind you, but don’t see anything. You turn back and scream when you see Dean standing five feet from you. He tries to grab you, but you quickly dodge his attempt and run away from him. This time, Dean doesn’t hold back. He races after you and catches you easily in the library.

“You think you’re strong enough to get away from me, sweetheart?” he grins.

You squirm. “I can try.”

“It’s cute if you think so.” Dean reaches around your body and slides his hand between your legs. “What I think is that you’re about to get fucked very, very hard.”

Your pussy squeezes at the thought of him taking you raw like an animal, so you don’t complain much. However, you’re not going to make this easy for him.

“In your dreams, Winchester,” you grin.

Dean quickly picks you up and slings you over his shoulder. He storms into the bedroom and tosses you onto the bed. Before you can get away, he lowers his body against yours, and all the fight leaves you. His weight feels so good against your body, it’s almost too much to bear. He grabs your waist and flips you so that you rest on your stomach. He slides down your panties and leggings in one go, leaving you exposed to him. Your pussy lips glisten under his gaze, and he resists the urge to clean you up with his tongue.

“You and that fucking moouth of yours. It’s gonna get you in trouble one day.”

He slides his big hand against your ass before bringing it down harshly. You yelp at the sudden sting, but you moan when the sting turns into fire-burning pleasure.

“More, please,” you whimper.

“You want more? You’re a glutton for punishment.”

He smacks your ass two more times, once on each cheek, before massasging the hot skin. He doesn’t need to ask if this is okay. You’re body’s reaction to this is enough to tell him to keep going. He spreads your ass cheeks and admires the way your pussy cries for him. He leans down and bites your cheek, and you gasp at the feeling. He licks over his mark before moving to the other cheek. He treats it the same way before running his tongue up and down your pussy.

“Fuck, Dean, please don’t stop,” you beg.

“Wasn’t planning on it, sweetheart.” He swirls his tongue around your clit and sucks it between his lips, sucking lazily on it. His fingers run up and down your split, gathering the wetness, before pushing inside of you. “You taste like Heaven.”

“Fuck,” you whisper.

He thrusts his fingers in and out, gently nipping at your clit with his teeth. You bury your head in the sheets and spread your legs wider to allow more of him in deeper. He’s the musician and your body is the instrument.

“Oh, God, Dean!”

“God isn’t here, sweetheart. Beg me to let you come.”

“Fuck! Yes. Please, Dean. Let me come. I need it badly.”

You must be babbling at this point but you don’t care. All you care about is coming around his fingers and then his cock. You lift your hips and push back against his fingers, and he smirks.

“Look at you fucking yourself on my fingers.” He licks at your clit once more before pulling his face away. “Does my sweetheart not know she’s supposed to take what I want to give her?”

It’s a rhetorical question, which is good because you’re too much of a mess to answer anyway. Dean remembers a quote from a book he read of yours, and he smirks as he fuck you faster with his fingers.

With his most dominant voice, he says, “In this bed, I give. You take. You’ll take and you’ll take until you break, then you’ll beg me to break you all over again.”

He presses against the spongy side of your pussy, and you tighten against his fingers. Before you can come, he pulls his fingers from you, making you sob in grief. He grabs your hips and flips you so you’re facing him. He pulls his cock free from his jeans before giving it two swift pumps.

You’re wet enough with the very little foreplay, so he slides in easily. This is only a character he’s playing, so he still wants to make sure he doesn’t hurt you. Once he sees the pleasure on your face, he picks up his pace. Like he promised, he fucks you hard and fast, and you open your mouth in a silence scream. The cold bite of metal stings your skin because he didn’t pull his jeans all the way down.

He bends over and sucks your pert nipple into his mouth as he fucks you, and you fist the sheets tightly. Your moans are so loud that you’re glad that Sam is gone for the night. Your pussy clenches around his cock, making it even tighter for him.

“Don’t come yet, sweetheart,” he growls.

Those four words only bring you closer to the edge. You lift your hips in time to meet his thrusts, causing him to go an inch or so deeper. He moves his mouth to your other breast as his right hand slips down to your swollen clit. He rubs it in fast circles, and that’s what undoes you.

“Please let me come, Dean!” you beg.

He doesn’t even have to give you permission. He knew this would tip you over the edge. Your orgasm lights your entire body on fire, sending waves of pleasure stemming from your pussy. You clench his cock so hard that he falls over the edge right after you.

“Fuck! Yes! Come for me,” he moans as he empties himself in you.

He thrusts lazily before falling on you completely, crushing you with his weight.

“Fuck, we gotta do that again,” you laugh.

“I read your dirty books, by the way,” he snickers.

He pulls out of you and admires the way his cum leaks out of you.

“If this is what I get for reading dirty books, I’ll gladly do it all day.”

“I’ll keep buying you books as long as you tell me what scene we’re recreating next.”

“I have a few more in mind,” you giggle.

x

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

He Can Do It Better

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: smut without plot (much)

Request by anon: Hi, I love your stories! I was wondering if you could do a story where the reader is a bookworm and is reading a spicy book and Dean gets jealous? It can be however you want, it's just a thought in my head. You don't have to do this if you don't want to or if you're busy. Take your time, love your stuff! ❤️

Summary: Dean catches you giggling over a book, and his curiosity takes over. He has to know what you’re reading. When he gets a glimpse, he doesn’t expect to be jealous of a fictional man. Guess he just has to show you that he can do what they do, but better.

Square Filled: begging (2021) for @spnkinkbb

Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated! <3

x

Dean flips the pancakes one by one onto the plate until there is a short stack standing tall. He puts the plate onto a tray alongside a glass of orange juice and French toast. He puts three pieces of bacon on top of the pancakes and leaves the kitchen with the full breakfast tray. He knows you’re not in bed, so he searches around the Bunker for you.

You’re nestled in his man cave with a blanket draped over you and a book in hand. Dean pops his head in to see you concentrated on whatever you’re reading. When you moved into the Bunker, you demanded to have a piece of the library bookshelves for your own books. What can you say? You’re a booktok girlie, and you need a place to keep all your books.

You briefly look up when you feel eyes on you, and you quickly snap your book shut and shove it under the covers. It’s too late. Dean already saw you.

“What’s got you so flustered?” he smirks and walks inside the room.

“Nothing,” you say too quickly.

Dean grins. “What are you reading?”

Heat creeps up your neck. “Nothing. What do you want?”

“Well, I wanted to know if you were hungry for some breakfast, but now I want to know what’s got you blushing.”

“Back off, Winchester. Give me my food.”

Dean laughs and hands over the tray without question. He leans down and kisses you before leaving. When you think he’s gone, you take out your book and return to the page you left off on. He watches you with a careful eye. He has never cared what you read, but he’s definitely intrigued, especially when you start giggling to yourself.

Dean leaves you alone to finish your breakfast in peace, and he cleans the kitchen in the meantime. When he’s done, he walks past the man cave and pauses when he hears you talking.

“Yeah, I can't believe it either.” He walks closer to the room. “I mean, when he slaughtered those men for her, I was weak.”

Slaughtered? What the hell is she talking about? Dean peeks his head inside to see the breakfast tray on the ground, finished, and you’re on the phone with your book wide open.

“I bet he fucks like a God. Like sending my soul to Heaven fuck.” Dean narrows his eyes in suspicion. Who are you talking about? “He’s definitely one of my top five favorite book boyfriends. Maybe the top three. Very few can top Xero.”

Something your friend says makes you giggle, but Dean is seething with jealousy. Should he be jealous of a fictional man? Maybe. Why read about fucking when you can have it done to you by him? Calm down, Winchester. It’s just a book. Look at him, jealous of a fictional man. Well, he’ll show you just who can make you giggle and kick your feet.

Hours later, you’re out running with Sam, giving Dean the perfect opportunity to sneak a peek at the book you were reading. You left it in the man cave, and he walks into it without fear of you catching him. You just left, so you’ll be back an hour later. He picks up your discarded book and sees a bunch of different colored tabs on the side of the book. Probably put there because they’re your favorite scenes or quotes.

He opens to a random page and his eyes widen when he sees the word ‘pussy’. What the fuck are you reading? Primal kink. Choking. Spanking. Consenual non-consent. What the fuck is my girlfriend into? He’s not judging. In fact, some of these scenes are really hot, but he bets he can do them better. Dean, for the better part of the hour, reads almost every scene you tabbed.

He hears the metal door open in the war room, and he puts your book back where he found it. A smirk dons his face as he leaves, ideas already swirling in his head. If you love to read about them, then who is he to deny you the pleasure of experiencing it in real life?

A few weeks go by, giving Dean ample time to come up with this plan. He called Eileen and made sure Sam would be out of the Bunker. He’d be horrified if his brother saw what you two were about to do. Not so much Dean, but he doesn’t want to scar his baby brother.

You’re lounging on your bed when all the lights in the Bunker turn off. The red emergency light shines menacingly, and you disregard your new book.

“Dean?” you ask as you step into the hallway. “Is everything okay?” No answer, so you go searching for your boyfriend. “Dean?” You walk into the library and frown at not seeing him. What the hell is going on? Suddenly, a hard body is pressed against your back, and hands wrap around your neck gently. “Dean? What is going on?”

He normally doesn’t act like this, so he’s channeling his inner Xero, Killian Carson, and Zade Meadows. All men from books you like to read. He puts his lips to your ear and drops his voice to a deep growl.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re going to run and I’m going to chase. If I catch you, I fuck you.” You take in a sharp breath, and he smirks. “Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“There’s a good girl.” If your panties weren't wet before, they certainly are now. “You have a ten-second head start. Ten.”

You don’t waste time and immediately sprint away from him as he slowly counts down. There aren’t a lot of places to hide in the Bunker, but it’s a maze, so there is plenty of space to run. As soon as Dean counts to one, you can hear his heavy footfalls behind you, and you run faster. The thought of what he’ll do to you is greater than your fear of being caught.

“I can smell your fear, sweetheart,” Dean calls out. “It smells almost as delicious as you.”

What the fuck? Is this really happening? What has gotten into him? You’re certainly not complaining, but what brought this on? Maybe you should stop overthinking and just enjoy the moment. You turn the corner and try to keep your steps light as you jog down the long hallway. The red lights don’t help your anxiety, but they add to the thrill of being caught.

The Bunker is silent. Dean is very good at making his footsteps inaudible, so you have no clue where he is. You look behind you, but don’t see anything. You turn back and scream when you see Dean standing five feet from you. He tries to grab you, but you quickly dodge his attempt and run away from him. This time, Dean doesn’t hold back. He races after you and catches you easily in the library.

“You think you’re strong enough to get away from me, sweetheart?” he grins.

You squirm. “I can try.”

“It’s cute if you think so.” Dean reaches around your body and slides his hand between your legs. “What I think is that you’re about to get fucked very, very hard.”

Your pussy squeezes at the thought of him taking you raw like an animal, so you don’t complain much. However, you’re not going to make this easy for him.

“In your dreams, Winchester,” you grin.

Dean quickly picks you up and slings you over his shoulder. He storms into the bedroom and tosses you onto the bed. Before you can get away, he lowers his body against yours, and all the fight leaves you. His weight feels so good against your body, it’s almost too much to bear. He grabs your waist and flips you so that you rest on your stomach. He slides down your panties and leggings in one go, leaving you exposed to him. Your pussy lips glisten under his gaze, and he resists the urge to clean you up with his tongue.

“You and that fucking moouth of yours. It’s gonna get you in trouble one day.”

He slides his big hand against your ass before bringing it down harshly. You yelp at the sudden sting, but you moan when the sting turns into fire-burning pleasure.

“More, please,” you whimper.

“You want more? You’re a glutton for punishment.”

He smacks your ass two more times, once on each cheek, before massasging the hot skin. He doesn’t need to ask if this is okay. You’re body’s reaction to this is enough to tell him to keep going. He spreads your ass cheeks and admires the way your pussy cries for him. He leans down and bites your cheek, and you gasp at the feeling. He licks over his mark before moving to the other cheek. He treats it the same way before running his tongue up and down your pussy.

“Fuck, Dean, please don’t stop,” you beg.

“Wasn’t planning on it, sweetheart.” He swirls his tongue around your clit and sucks it between his lips, sucking lazily on it. His fingers run up and down your split, gathering the wetness, before pushing inside of you. “You taste like Heaven.”

“Fuck,” you whisper.

He thrusts his fingers in and out, gently nipping at your clit with his teeth. You bury your head in the sheets and spread your legs wider to allow more of him in deeper. He’s the musician and your body is the instrument.

“Oh, God, Dean!”

“God isn’t here, sweetheart. Beg me to let you come.”

“Fuck! Yes. Please, Dean. Let me come. I need it badly.”

You must be babbling at this point but you don’t care. All you care about is coming around his fingers and then his cock. You lift your hips and push back against his fingers, and he smirks.

“Look at you fucking yourself on my fingers.” He licks at your clit once more before pulling his face away. “Does my sweetheart not know she’s supposed to take what I want to give her?”

It’s a rhetorical question, which is good because you’re too much of a mess to answer anyway. Dean remembers a quote from a book he read of yours, and he smirks as he fuck you faster with his fingers.

With his most dominant voice, he says, “In this bed, I give. You take. You’ll take and you’ll take until you break, then you’ll beg me to break you all over again.”

He presses against the spongy side of your pussy, and you tighten against his fingers. Before you can come, he pulls his fingers from you, making you sob in grief. He grabs your hips and flips you so you’re facing him. He pulls his cock free from his jeans before giving it two swift pumps.

You’re wet enough with the very little foreplay, so he slides in easily. This is only a character he’s playing, so he still wants to make sure he doesn’t hurt you. Once he sees the pleasure on your face, he picks up his pace. Like he promised, he fucks you hard and fast, and you open your mouth in a silence scream. The cold bite of metal stings your skin because he didn’t pull his jeans all the way down.

He bends over and sucks your pert nipple into his mouth as he fucks you, and you fist the sheets tightly. Your moans are so loud that you’re glad that Sam is gone for the night. Your pussy clenches around his cock, making it even tighter for him.

“Don’t come yet, sweetheart,” he growls.

Those four words only bring you closer to the edge. You lift your hips in time to meet his thrusts, causing him to go an inch or so deeper. He moves his mouth to your other breast as his right hand slips down to your swollen clit. He rubs it in fast circles, and that’s what undoes you.

“Please let me come, Dean!” you beg.

He doesn’t even have to give you permission. He knew this would tip you over the edge. Your orgasm lights your entire body on fire, sending waves of pleasure stemming from your pussy. You clench his cock so hard that he falls over the edge right after you.

“Fuck! Yes! Come for me,” he moans as he empties himself in you.

He thrusts lazily before falling on you completely, crushing you with his weight.

“Fuck, we gotta do that again,” you laugh.

“I read your dirty books, by the way,” he snickers.

He pulls out of you and admires the way his cum leaks out of you.

“If this is what I get for reading dirty books, I’ll gladly do it all day.”

“I’ll keep buying you books as long as you tell me what scene we’re recreating next.”

“I have a few more in mind,” you giggle.

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Alpha and Omega: Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Summary: When trapping Amara doesn't work, the only thing that might work is killing her. Chuck is dying, so to balance the scales, Amara has to die... which means you have to die. Dean gets ready to do the impossible while you work to remind Amara what family is really about. After all, you've got room for one more.

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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In order to capture the souls, Rowena builds something that if triggered by the magic word, souls will be sucked into it. It'll fuel the bomb. Castiel returns to Heaven, Crowley returns to Hell, Rowena and Chuck stay at the Bunker, and Sam and Dean head off to the sanatorium. The place has been abandoned for decades. None of the locals want to go near it because of the ghost sightings inside. The wind has picked up a bit, scattering leaves about.

"Do you really think this is going to work?"

"Rowena said it would."

"Oh, sure." Dean starts speaking in a Scottish accent. "It's a Book of the Damned spell, boyos. Take this wee crystal. It'll suck up all the blimey ghosts. Just say the magic word."

Sam looks at his brother and Dean shrugs. Both of them break through the fence and head inside the decaying building. Their EMF is on high alert, but that's to be expected. Most of the windows are shattered, allowing the wind to blow leaves and debris inside. A door on the other end of the hallway slams shut, and a ghost appears next to it. Seconds later, it glitches out of view.

"This place really lives up to the hype.:

"Yes, it does." Sam and Dean walk what used to be the lobby of the place. The room is big enough to do what they need to do. "I can't believe we're doing this. Let's give the magic word a shot because we're six." He groans. "Alright, let's bust some ghosts."

Sam starts salting the perimeter of the room, keeping as much space to work with. Once they get the ghosts here, they're going to need room to run around and fight them. Dean stays in the middle of the room and sighs in frustration.

"Where the hell are they?"

"You got me."

"Get your Casper asses out here!"

"You know what?" He tosses the salt can to his brother. "Why don't you finish up? I'll piss them off."

Dean continues to salt the perimeter until he gets to the door they walked through earlier. Hooked onto the door is a curtain of sorts with a clip that's meant to hold the curtain when it's rolled up. He pours a ton of salt inside, rolls it up to the top, and clips it. When he's ready, he'll shoot the clip and it'll complete the circle, trapping any and all ghosts inside the salt barrier.

Sam walks through the sanatorium with his shotgun, but he doesn't have to wait for the ghosts to appear. As soon as they do, he shoots them and they mist away. More come, and Sam continues to shoot them until enough of them are pissed off enough to follow him.

"Okay, I think it worked!"

Sam rushes back to the room and leads the ghosts inside the salted room, and both brothers fight off the ones that make it inside. Dozens and dozens more make it inside the room, all with a vendetta against Sam and Dean. With enough ghosts, Dean rushes to get the crystal out of his bag, but one of the ghosts kicks it out of his hand. She swings the iron poker through the ghost and runs after the crystal.

Sam shoots but ghosts appear faster than he can get rid of them. He aims his gun at a ghost but it knocks the gun out of his hand. He grips Sam's throat and lifts him so his feet dangle off the ground.

"Say the magic word! Dean, hurry!"

Dean slashes another ghost with the iron poker before grabbing the crystal. He tosses it into the air and shouts the magic word.

"Haggis!"

It's like time slowed down until all of the ghosts in the room are sucked into the crystal, including the one holding Sam's throat. The younger Winchester drops to the ground once freed, and the crystal (now glowing with souls) drops to the bag on the ground.

"Go magic word," Sam pants.

"Yeah. Come on."

Dean hopes he's returning with good news, but the only souls they're going to get are the ones that the brothers managed to collect.

"The angels are... Heaven won't help," Castiel sighs.

"They know that this is the end, right? Of everything?"

"Yes."

"They don't care?"

"It's not that. They know..." Castiel looks at Chuck. "They know God is dying, and they don't think we can win this. Souls or not. They're sealing Heaven, and they're 'dying with dignity'."

"Awesome," Dean scoffs.

"What about you, Crowley?" Sam asks.

"Well, I had all the souls we needed."

"What do you mean, had?"

"While I was... indisposed... a few of my demonic pals decided to raid my stash."

"What we have isn't enough."

"So, we did all that for nothing? We're back to square one?"

Suddenly, electricity buzzes and every light turns red. Something is breaking into the Bunker.

"Well, that could be nothing but good news," Crowley says sarcastically.

Sam and Dean take out their guns and Castiel holds up his angel blade, all of them ready for a fight. The metal door opens and someone walks in. Dean holds his breath. Could it be you? Have you finally returned home to him? Black curly hair shows first before a beautiful black woman walks in.

"Nice digs," she nods.

"Billie?"

"Who is Billie?" Rowena asks.

"A Reaper." Dean lowers his gun. "She wants us dead. Tons of fun."

Billie walks down the stairs and smirks at Crowley.

"Wait a second. How did you... What are you doing here?" Sam asks.

"I saw you boys at Waverly Hills, and call me a curious kitten, but with, you know, credits about to roll, I gotta ask. Why are you boys busting ghosts?"

"Why do you care?"

"Dead folks are kind of my thing. Spill."

"We're collecting souls to build a bomb to blow the Darkness to hell."

Billie finally notices the glowing crystal on the war table. She nods as she thinks about her next words.

"Okay."

"Okay? What does that mean, 'okay'?"

"It means with the way things are going, I'm about an hour away from reaping God himself. Might as well indulge your antics while I can."

"You're here to help us?" Castiel asks in confusion.

"Little tip. If you want souls, call a reaper."

Billie grabs the crystal and lays it flat on her hand. She closes her eyes and mutters a single chant. At first, nothing happens. Then, souls start swirling inside the Bunker. Dean watches with wide eyes as they fly around the room before diving into the crystal. A dozen... Three dozen... six. Soon, the War Room is filled with bright light from how many sous are flying into the crystal. Then, it stops, and Billie smirks.

"How many souls are in there?" Castiel asks.

"A couple hundred... thousand. I raided The Veil. Like I said, dead folks are kind of my thing." She looks at Rowena. "Are we good?"

"Very."

Rowena takes the bomb and carefully sets it on the war table.

"Good."

"Hey, Billie?" She stops and looks at Dean. "See you around."

"Yeah. You will. Just hope it's not today."

"So, what now?" Castiel asks once she's gone.

"We have the bomb, right? We need to find Amara now."

"I can track her," Chuck says. "She's not warded anymore. Why would she be? She won."

"Then what?"

"We need someone to get close to her. Someone with a... personal connection."

All eyes go to Dean but he doesn't have to look at them to know what they're thinking. If anyone should do this, it has to be Dean. He thinks about you and how alone you must feel. If you feel anything at all. It breaks his heart to even think about killing you, but Sam's right. It's you or the universe, and he can't be selfish enough to choose you.

Not this time.

What would you say to him if you were here? Protect our kids, Dean. They always come first. You were there before them, but it's them he has to think of now.

"She's my wife. If I can't save her, if she's destined to be with Amara forever, then I have to take her down with me." He sniffles and wipes the stray tear before looking up. "So, how do I smuggle this thing?"

"We could always shove it up your ass," Crowley smirks. Dean glares at him. "I mean, you could."

"You won't carry the bomb," Rowena says. "You'll be the bomb." Sam's eyes widen in realization and tears come to Dean's eyes. "I'm gonna take what's in here and put it in here." She places her hand on his chest. "Once you get close to her, you press your fingers together like so—" She touches her index finger to her thumb. "Boom."

"Okay," Dean whispers.

Rowena picks up the crystal and steps back from Dean. She starts an incantation, one from the Book of the Damned, and pushes her other hand toward Dean and the bomb. A stream of bright white light shoots out from the crystal and into Dean's chest. Dean hunches over slightly and yells out in pain, but Rowena doesn't relent. She only stops until every single soul is out of the crystal and is now into Dean.

"Shit!" Dean shouts.

"Dean, are you okay?" Castiel asks. "How do you feel?"

Dean hunches over in pain. "Like my insides just got flame-broiled. Is that normal?"

"Sweetie, we're so far past normal. You've got about an hour, maybe a wee bit more, then you're literally a walking ticking time bomb."

Amara has been thinking a lot about what she did and why she did it. She saw her brother just lying on the ground and she felt... remorse... guilt. This isn't what she wanted. She only wanted him to feel how she felt for billions of years... locked away... alone and afraid. What does she do now? Every atom in her bones is telling her to go make it right but then what? Heal him only for him to turn around and lock her away again?

Sometimes, she wishes she could bring you out just so you can tell her what to do. You have a family. A successful one. She wonders what it's like.

Amara finds herself in a garden not far from where she took down her brother. This garden is... beautiful. The flowers are bright with color, birds chirp, water shoots out of the fountain in the middle, and everything seems so... peaceful. She barely touches the flowers as she passes by them, her fingers dancing delicately on the petals.

The light around her dims slightly, and she looks at the sun to see it flaming out. Again, there's that guilt... the remorse. She looks back at the flowers and gasps in horror when she sees they're all dead. Everything she touched is now dead and shriveled up.

Did she do this?

She stumbles back and her knees hit a marble bench. She sits down and looks at her hands in fear. Seconds later, an older woman with a bag of bird feed walks into the garden. A flock of birds follows her in because she's spreading food on the fountain's bench. She sits next to Amara and smiles at her.

"Hi."

Amara looks at her, shocked. "Hello."

"Oh, I like your dress. It's pretty fancy for the park, but at least you made an effort." Amara looks down at the black dress she has on. The woman holds out the bag of seeds. "Do you want to feed them?"

Amara draws her hands further into her lap. "I shouldn't."

The woman shrugs and sprinkles more seeds on the ground. "I've been feeding these birds going on twenty years now. They're practically family, and I know that makes me sound like a crazy old bat, but... heck."

Amara watches the birds and tears spring to her eyes. What has she done? She didn't want this. She doesn't want this. She never did.

"My husband died a couple of years ago, and my son keeps slipping me these brochures for retirement communities—a.k.a. where they send old folks to die."

"So, you hate him?"

"Well, a little bit." Amara nods as if she needs reassurance that what she did was the right thing to do. "Sometimes... but you know family. Even when you hate them, you still love them."

A look of realization comes across Amara's face, and she lets loose a single tear. She's about to say something when a sharp pain originates from her stomach. She groans and leans over, pressing her hands to her stomach. She feels something... moving inside. Something... growing. It doesn't take a genius to figure it out.

Well played, Winchester... Well played.

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Alpha and Omega: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Summary: When trapping Amara doesn't work, the only thing that might work is killing her. Chuck is dying, so to balance the scales, Amara has to die... which means you have to die. Dean gets ready to do the impossible while you work to remind Amara what family is really about. After all, you've got room for one more.

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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If Dean is going to die, he has to visit his mother's grave one last time. He and Sam stand in front of it while Rowena, Chuck, Castiel, and Crowley wait by the car not even a hundred yards away.

"Dean, you don't have to do this," Sam whispers.

"I'm the only one who can... the only one who should. It's Y/N, man. She's my best friend. If she goes down, I'm going down with her."

"What about your kids?"

"I am doing this for them, Sam. Y/N has no one on her side. The kids have you and Cas and Jody and the girls." Dean sniffles. "They'll be okay but Y/N won't." He looks at his wedding band. The one that belonged to his father. "Till death due us part, right? I took a vow to protect her. This is how I do that. At least we'll be in Heaven together. Bobby's up there, too. I bet he'd like to see her again. He might kick my ass for bringing her a bit early, but I'm sure he'll forgive me." Dean drops his voice to a whisper. "Robert's up there."

Dean pats his brother on the back and walks back to the group, leaving Sam alone with their mother for a minute more.

"Are you okay with this?" Dean asks Chuck.

"No. Even after everything she's done, Amara's still my sister. She's my family. I can't... I don't want to see her dead, but... I understand."

"Dean," Castiel whispers.

The angel pulls Dean in for a tight hug, and Dean wraps his arms around his waist. He'll allow himself to have this moment.

"Promise me something, Cas."

"Anything."

"Look after my kids and dogs, okay? Look after Molly." Dean tries hard not to cry. "Protect them. I don't want to see them in Heaven a minute before they should be okay?"

"I promise."

"You know they really love you. Joanna especially. You're her Uncle Cassie."

Castiel gets tears. "I really love them, too."

Sam comes back and Dean looks at his brother.

"Tell stories about me and Y/N to them. The good ones. But not so much that they're sad we're gone. Y/N was right. They need to have a childhood, and I need you to promise me you'll give it to them. They deserve to have a life not condemned like ours."

"You got it," Sam sniffles.

"I could go with you," Castiel offers.

"No, I have to do this alone. Thank you for everything, Cas." Dean wipes the tears and slaps his hands together. "Okay, look. I want a big funeral. I'm talking epic. Okay? Open bar, choir, Sabbath cover band, and Gary Busey reading the eulogy."

"Done," Sam nods.

"For our ashes, I think she'd like it here. I like it here. You know, as far as eternal resting places go." Dean reaches into his pocket and takes out the keys to the Impala. He hesitates before handing them to Dean. Sam shakes his head with tears in his eyes. "Come on. You know the drill. No chick-flick moments. Come on."

Sam hesitates but takes the keys. "You love chick flick moments."

Dean chuckles. "Yeah, you're right. I do. Come here."

Dean pulls his brother in for a hug, and they embrace tightly. A tear rolls down Sam's cheek, but he wipes it away before pulling back. Dean clears his throat and looks at Chuck.

"I'm ready."

Check snaps his fingers and sends Dean to the garden where Amara is. The place is empty, free of the old woman and the birds. Dean sees the dead flowers and knows she is here. The sun is getting dimmer which means Dean is running out of time. The garden isn't huge but Dean walks the entirety of it looking for Amara.

"Dean."

He turns and sees Amara standing by the fountain. Only... she's not you. She is herself, the version of her before she connected with you. If she's really out of you and you're safe... No, he still needs to do this. At least his kids will be with you, safe, once this is all over. It'll be nice to spend time with his son in Heaven.

"Where is my wife?"

"Safe. How did you find me?"

"Does it matter? I'm here to give you what you want. Me."

"That's a change."

"I can't just stand by and watch the world, my friends, and my family die." He starts walking toward her slowly. "So, if becoming a part of you takes me away from that, then I'm in."

"You and that bomb in your chest?" Dean stops walking. "Do you think I can't taste the power coming off of you? Please. The problem is you've never been able to hurt me. So, what makes this time any different?"

"I don't have a choice. Look at what you're doing to the sun!"

"That's not me. With my brother getting weaker, the scales are tipping away from light and into nothing. When God's gone, the universe—everything will cease to exist. Including me. My brother betrayed me. He locked me away for billions of years. He sent you to execute me."

"No, he didn't. He brought me here but he doesn't want this. This wasn't his idea. You're his family, Amara. He doesn't want you dead. He never wanted this... Do you?"

Amara thinks back to the old woman and then of you. "No! I just wanted to hurt him. I wanted to make him pay."

"That's called revenge. Sure, it'll get you out of bed in the morning. Sure, it feels fantastic... for about five minutes. I've been there. Me, Sam, and Y/N... Do you think we've never had problems? When I couldn't man up and admit my feelings for Y/N, she was ready to leave. I didn't let her. Sam kick-started the apocalypse and set Lucifer free by trusting a demon over his own brother. I still forgave him.

"Y/N got pregnant and got an abortion without telling me. It took me a while but I still forgave her. I... I left her for another woman yet she still married me. Sam did a lot of terrible things when he was soulless yet Y/N and I forgave him. She did terrible things while soulless but I still love her. I'm in love with her.

"When everything goes to shit... At the end of the day... All you have is family. You might be an all-powerful being, but I think you're human where it counts. You just want your brother back like I wanted mine."

"Stop it," she glares with tears.

"You don't want to be alone. Not really. I don't either. I mean, hell. Maybe that's why you wanted me. When really, deep down, you didn't want me because I'm not him. At the end of the day, there is no one like your sibling. No one will ever be able to replace him, so I'm going to ask you again. Put aside the rage, put aside the hate, and you tell me... What do you want?"

Amara sobs once and looks to the sky at the dimming sun. She wants her brother again. She snaps her fingers and transports Chuck right into the garden. He looks around in shock at Dean still alive and Amara... still alive.

"Why did you bring me here?"

"Brother, I... In the beginning, it was just you and me, and we were family. I loved you, and I thought—I knew that you loved me."

"I did." He sighs. "I do."

"Then you went and you made all these other things. I hated them. I hated you for needing something else, something that wasn't me. Then you locked me away, and all I could think about was making you suffer."

"You had your reasons."

"I did, and I thought revenge would make me happy, but I was wrong. What you've made..." She looks at the garden. "it's beautiful. It took me a long time to see that. I know that we can't go back to the way things were. I don't want to, but I wish... I wish that we could just be family again."

"I do, too. More than you know."

Chuck reaches out his hand and Amara takes it. Their hands start to glow, and light is restored. The sun is healed from their pain. Dean watches as the sun gets brighter until it's restored to what it was. He has to shield his eyes from it being too bright. Amara holds out her other hand and golden light shoots out in waves.

She heals her brother of whatever she did to him.

"Where is my wife?" Dean asks. "Why did you let her go?"

Amara and Chuck step off to the side, and you come walking out from behind the fountain.

"Hi, Dean," you smile.

Dean is about to say something when he notices your pregnant belly. Nine months to be exact. He knows you didn't cheat. When would Amara have time to go out there and sleep with men? He's just confused as to how this happened.

"She reminded me of what family is all about," Amara says.

"How did this happen?"

"She created life where there was none previously." Amara smiles at you. "The ultimate Sapphire Witch move. I underestimated you."

You close your eyes and blue magic swirls around you like a mist and a cloud. When it dies down, you're no longer pregnant, and you're holding your brand-new baby girl. Dean gasps and walks over to you to get a better look at her. She looks so small.

"Does she have a name?" Dean whispers. You look up and shake your head. He doesn't hesitate with this one. "How about Celeste?"

Tears well in your eyes. "Charlie for short."

Dean nods and he kisses his daughter's head delicately.

"I think we're just gonna go away for a while," Chuck announces.

"Yeah, family meeting. I get it."

"First..." He walks over to Dean and puts his hand to his chest. He removes all of the souls Rowena placed in there, and Dean winces in pain. "Better?"

"What about us? What about Earth?"

"Earth will be fine. It's got you... and Sam... and Y/N."

"Dean, Y/N... you both gave me what I needed most. I want to do the same for you." She looks at you. "You reminded me what it's like to have a family again, and for that, I will give you back yours."

Amara transforms into black mist while Chuck transforms into white mist. Both of them shoot off into the sky.

"I've missed you so much," Dean whispers. He leans down and kisses you, his heart already healing. "Don't leave again."

"I'll try not to," you smile. "Where are our kids?"

"I sent them and the dogs to Jody. Molly went home. They're all safe."

"Good. Do you know where we are? How the hell do we get back home?"

"I don't know, but let's do it together." You and Dean leave the garden and walk until it's nighttime. Charlie sleeps peacefully in your arms, and Dean smiles down at her. "How the hell did this happen?"

"I don't know. I remember an old radio and my voice telling me to wake up. As much as Amara was learning from me, I was learning from her. She made journals while she was away. I read every single one of them. I knew she'd let me go if I became pregnant, so I did it without even thinking. Now we have Charlie."

Dean blurts out the question before he thinks about it. "Is she mine?"

"Of course. I created her using both of our DNA. You're the only one I want to have kids with. I'm warning you now, she is the last one. I'm thirty-seven. This factory is closed for good."

"I agree," Dean smiles. You get to the edge of the woods, and Dean tries to get a signal on his phone. "Yeah, there isn't any signal. We just have to keep walking. You don't have, like, portal powers do you?"

"Unfortunately not."

"Help!" You and Dean look in the distance where the voice is coming from. "Help me!"

You two follow the sounds where there is a clearing. There is a sidewalk and a trail. You're back to civilization. Only... that's not what you're focusing on. 

The woman standing right in front of you, the one crying out for help, is none other than Mary Winchester wearing the white nightgown she was burned in thirty years ago.

"Mom?"

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Alpha and Omega: Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Summary: When trapping Amara doesn't work, the only thing that might work is killing her. Chuck is dying, so to balance the scales, Amara has to die... which means you have to die. Dean gets ready to do the impossible while you work to remind Amara what family is really about. After all, you've got room for one more.

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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In order to capture the souls, Rowena builds something that if triggered by the magic word, souls will be sucked into it. It'll fuel the bomb. Castiel returns to Heaven, Crowley returns to Hell, Rowena and Chuck stay at the Bunker, and Sam and Dean head off to the sanatorium. The place has been abandoned for decades. None of the locals want to go near it because of the ghost sightings inside. The wind has picked up a bit, scattering leaves about.

"Do you really think this is going to work?"

"Rowena said it would."

"Oh, sure." Dean starts speaking in a Scottish accent. "It's a Book of the Damned spell, boyos. Take this wee crystal. It'll suck up all the blimey ghosts. Just say the magic word."

Sam looks at his brother and Dean shrugs. Both of them break through the fence and head inside the decaying building. Their EMF is on high alert, but that's to be expected. Most of the windows are shattered, allowing the wind to blow leaves and debris inside. A door on the other end of the hallway slams shut, and a ghost appears next to it. Seconds later, it glitches out of view.

"This place really lives up to the hype.:

"Yes, it does." Sam and Dean walk what used to be the lobby of the place. The room is big enough to do what they need to do. "I can't believe we're doing this. Let's give the magic word a shot because we're six." He groans. "Alright, let's bust some ghosts."

Sam starts salting the perimeter of the room, keeping as much space to work with. Once they get the ghosts here, they're going to need room to run around and fight them. Dean stays in the middle of the room and sighs in frustration.

"Where the hell are they?"

"You got me."

"Get your Casper asses out here!"

"You know what?" He tosses the salt can to his brother. "Why don't you finish up? I'll piss them off."

Dean continues to salt the perimeter until he gets to the door they walked through earlier. Hooked onto the door is a curtain of sorts with a clip that's meant to hold the curtain when it's rolled up. He pours a ton of salt inside, rolls it up to the top, and clips it. When he's ready, he'll shoot the clip and it'll complete the circle, trapping any and all ghosts inside the salt barrier.

Sam walks through the sanatorium with his shotgun, but he doesn't have to wait for the ghosts to appear. As soon as they do, he shoots them and they mist away. More come, and Sam continues to shoot them until enough of them are pissed off enough to follow him.

"Okay, I think it worked!"

Sam rushes back to the room and leads the ghosts inside the salted room, and both brothers fight off the ones that make it inside. Dozens and dozens more make it inside the room, all with a vendetta against Sam and Dean. With enough ghosts, Dean rushes to get the crystal out of his bag, but one of the ghosts kicks it out of his hand. She swings the iron poker through the ghost and runs after the crystal.

Sam shoots but ghosts appear faster than he can get rid of them. He aims his gun at a ghost but it knocks the gun out of his hand. He grips Sam's throat and lifts him so his feet dangle off the ground.

"Say the magic word! Dean, hurry!"

Dean slashes another ghost with the iron poker before grabbing the crystal. He tosses it into the air and shouts the magic word.

"Haggis!"

It's like time slowed down until all of the ghosts in the room are sucked into the crystal, including the one holding Sam's throat. The younger Winchester drops to the ground once freed, and the crystal (now glowing with souls) drops to the bag on the ground.

"Go magic word," Sam pants.

"Yeah. Come on."

Dean hopes he's returning with good news, but the only souls they're going to get are the ones that the brothers managed to collect.

"The angels are... Heaven won't help," Castiel sighs.

"They know that this is the end, right? Of everything?"

"Yes."

"They don't care?"

"It's not that. They know..." Castiel looks at Chuck. "They know God is dying, and they don't think we can win this. Souls or not. They're sealing Heaven, and they're 'dying with dignity'."

"Awesome," Dean scoffs.

"What about you, Crowley?" Sam asks.

"Well, I had all the souls we needed."

"What do you mean, had?"

"While I was... indisposed... a few of my demonic pals decided to raid my stash."

"What we have isn't enough."

"So, we did all that for nothing? We're back to square one?"

Suddenly, electricity buzzes and every light turns red. Something is breaking into the Bunker.

"Well, that could be nothing but good news," Crowley says sarcastically.

Sam and Dean take out their guns and Castiel holds up his angel blade, all of them ready for a fight. The metal door opens and someone walks in. Dean holds his breath. Could it be you? Have you finally returned home to him? Black curly hair shows first before a beautiful black woman walks in.

"Nice digs," she nods.

"Billie?"

"Who is Billie?" Rowena asks.

"A Reaper." Dean lowers his gun. "She wants us dead. Tons of fun."

Billie walks down the stairs and smirks at Crowley.

"Wait a second. How did you... What are you doing here?" Sam asks.

"I saw you boys at Waverly Hills, and call me a curious kitten, but with, you know, credits about to roll, I gotta ask. Why are you boys busting ghosts?"

"Why do you care?"

"Dead folks are kind of my thing. Spill."

"We're collecting souls to build a bomb to blow the Darkness to hell."

Billie finally notices the glowing crystal on the war table. She nods as she thinks about her next words.

"Okay."

"Okay? What does that mean, 'okay'?"

"It means with the way things are going, I'm about an hour away from reaping God himself. Might as well indulge your antics while I can."

"You're here to help us?" Castiel asks in confusion.

"Little tip. If you want souls, call a reaper."

Billie grabs the crystal and lays it flat on her hand. She closes her eyes and mutters a single chant. At first, nothing happens. Then, souls start swirling inside the Bunker. Dean watches with wide eyes as they fly around the room before diving into the crystal. A dozen... Three dozen... six. Soon, the War Room is filled with bright light from how many sous are flying into the crystal. Then, it stops, and Billie smirks.

"How many souls are in there?" Castiel asks.

"A couple hundred... thousand. I raided The Veil. Like I said, dead folks are kind of my thing." She looks at Rowena. "Are we good?"

"Very."

Rowena takes the bomb and carefully sets it on the war table.

"Good."

"Hey, Billie?" She stops and looks at Dean. "See you around."

"Yeah. You will. Just hope it's not today."

"So, what now?" Castiel asks once she's gone.

"We have the bomb, right? We need to find Amara now."

"I can track her," Chuck says. "She's not warded anymore. Why would she be? She won."

"Then what?"

"We need someone to get close to her. Someone with a... personal connection."

All eyes go to Dean but he doesn't have to look at them to know what they're thinking. If anyone should do this, it has to be Dean. He thinks about you and how alone you must feel. If you feel anything at all. It breaks his heart to even think about killing you, but Sam's right. It's you or the universe, and he can't be selfish enough to choose you.

Not this time.

What would you say to him if you were here? Protect our kids, Dean. They always come first. You were there before them, but it's them he has to think of now.

"She's my wife. If I can't save her, if she's destined to be with Amara forever, then I have to take her down with me." He sniffles and wipes the stray tear before looking up. "So, how do I smuggle this thing?"

"We could always shove it up your ass," Crowley smirks. Dean glares at him. "I mean, you could."

"You won't carry the bomb," Rowena says. "You'll be the bomb." Sam's eyes widen in realization and tears come to Dean's eyes. "I'm gonna take what's in here and put it in here." She places her hand on his chest. "Once you get close to her, you press your fingers together like so—" She touches her index finger to her thumb. "Boom."

"Okay," Dean whispers.

Rowena picks up the crystal and steps back from Dean. She starts an incantation, one from the Book of the Damned, and pushes her other hand toward Dean and the bomb. A stream of bright white light shoots out from the crystal and into Dean's chest. Dean hunches over slightly and yells out in pain, but Rowena doesn't relent. She only stops until every single soul is out of the crystal and is now into Dean.

"Shit!" Dean shouts.

"Dean, are you okay?" Castiel asks. "How do you feel?"

Dean hunches over in pain. "Like my insides just got flame-broiled. Is that normal?"

"Sweetie, we're so far past normal. You've got about an hour, maybe a wee bit more, then you're literally a walking ticking time bomb."

Amara has been thinking a lot about what she did and why she did it. She saw her brother just lying on the ground and she felt... remorse... guilt. This isn't what she wanted. She only wanted him to feel how she felt for billions of years... locked away... alone and afraid. What does she do now? Every atom in her bones is telling her to go make it right but then what? Heal him only for him to turn around and lock her away again?

Sometimes, she wishes she could bring you out just so you can tell her what to do. You have a family. A successful one. She wonders what it's like.

Amara finds herself in a garden not far from where she took down her brother. This garden is... beautiful. The flowers are bright with color, birds chirp, water shoots out of the fountain in the middle, and everything seems so... peaceful. She barely touches the flowers as she passes by them, her fingers dancing delicately on the petals.

The light around her dims slightly, and she looks at the sun to see it flaming out. Again, there's that guilt... the remorse. She looks back at the flowers and gasps in horror when she sees they're all dead. Everything she touched is now dead and shriveled up.

Did she do this?

She stumbles back and her knees hit a marble bench. She sits down and looks at her hands in fear. Seconds later, an older woman with a bag of bird feed walks into the garden. A flock of birds follows her in because she's spreading food on the fountain's bench. She sits next to Amara and smiles at her.

"Hi."

Amara looks at her, shocked. "Hello."

"Oh, I like your dress. It's pretty fancy for the park, but at least you made an effort." Amara looks down at the black dress she has on. The woman holds out the bag of seeds. "Do you want to feed them?"

Amara draws her hands further into her lap. "I shouldn't."

The woman shrugs and sprinkles more seeds on the ground. "I've been feeding these birds going on twenty years now. They're practically family, and I know that makes me sound like a crazy old bat, but... heck."

Amara watches the birds and tears spring to her eyes. What has she done? She didn't want this. She doesn't want this. She never did.

"My husband died a couple of years ago, and my son keeps slipping me these brochures for retirement communities—a.k.a. where they send old folks to die."

"So, you hate him?"

"Well, a little bit." Amara nods as if she needs reassurance that what she did was the right thing to do. "Sometimes... but you know family. Even when you hate them, you still love them."

A look of realization comes across Amara's face, and she lets loose a single tear. She's about to say something when a sharp pain originates from her stomach. She groans and leans over, pressing her hands to her stomach. She feels something... moving inside. Something... growing. It doesn't take a genius to figure it out.

Well played, Winchester... Well played.

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Alpha and Omega: Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Summary: When trapping Amara doesn't work, the only thing that might work is killing her. Chuck is dying, so to balance the scales, Amara has to die... which means you have to die. Dean gets ready to do the impossible while you work to remind Amara what family is really about. After all, you've got room for one more.

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 second Amara is gone, Sam struggles to his feet. Chuck is on the ground, unmoving, and Castiel is still slumped against the support pillar. Sam walks over to his brother and helps him up as well.

"Check on him," Dean says and points to Chuck. He walks over to Castiel with a worried look on his face. "Cas?"

Castiel startles awake and looks at Dean.

"Dean..."

"Cas, is that you?"

"Lucifer is gone. Amara ripped him from my body."

"Wo where?"

"I don't know."

"Come on." Dean helps the angel to his feet and walks over to Chuck who groans in pain. He rolls onto his back and looks at the ceiling. "How are you doing over there, Chuck?"

"You know when you're driving and a bug hits your windshield? I'm the bug," he whimpers.

"So, is what Amara said about you true? Are you dying?" Sam asks.

"Yes. Whatever she did to me, I can feel my spark, my light fading. When it's gone..."

"Tell us how to fix you," Dean says.

"You can't. I... I suppose she could, maybe, but that's never going to happen."

Sam helps Chuck to his feet, and a door behind them slams open. Dean swiftly takes his gun out and points it at Rowena who smirks.

"So, that was a gun in your pocket."

Dean rolls his eyes and lowers his gun just as Crowley walks into the room.

"Well... that was a complete and utter dog's breakfast, wasn't it?"

"I didn't know dogs had breakfast," Castiel says seriously.

"Cas is back," Dean announces.

"Just curious, but has anyone bothered to look outside?"

All four men follow Rowena outside with curiosity adorning their faces. On the ground where Amara struck Rowena is a black charred mess, but that's not what Rowena was talking about. She nudges Dean and points to the sky, and everyone turns to see... The sun. The sun is dying. The sky is a swirl of pink and orange, but they can clearly see the light is dimming.

"It looks like the sun is dying. Why would Amara do that?"

"The sun is the source of all life on earth. Without it, everything just... just wastes away," Castiel answers.

"Let's get the hell out of here."

Chuck snaps his fingers and everyone is transported back to the Bunker. Rowena and Crowley look around in confusion before looking at Chuck who smiles sheepishly.

"Did you do that?"

"I've still got a few tricks up my sleeve. I'm not dead y..." Chuck nearly collapses against Sam who catches him easily. "I should probably sit down."

Sam leads him to the nearest chair. "I got you."

"What do we do now?" Castiel asks.

Dean looks around the empty Bunker. No you. No kids. No dogs. No Molly. They failed. Amara killed her brother and soon, everything will be dead. Dean squares his shoulders and storms off to the kitchen. He yanks the fridge open and yanks out the six-pack of beer he bought last week. He grabs one, cracks it open, and takes three big gulps. Sam and Castiel walk into the kitchen, and Sam scoffs at his behavior.

"Really?"

"Yeah, really." Sam shakes his head. "What? We hit Amara with everything we got, and she walked it off."

"So, you decided it's last call?"

"What does it look like, Sam? We lost. If you want me to kill something, I'd be more than happy to. I'll do it until I die, but please tell me how we're supposed to fix the fucking sun!" Dean downs the last of his beer and slams the empty bottle on the table. "You know what? This isn't gonna be enough. I better make a run. No reason to die sober, huh?"

"Okay, why you do that, I'm going to stay here and figure out a Plan B."

"Good luck with that. Cas, come on."

Castiel sighs and follows Dean out of the kitchen. Rowena had offered to make Chuck a cup of tea, so it's now only Chuck and Crowley in the library.

"She's using you," the demon says. He walks over to Dean's personal liquor stash and grabs a bottle. "It's what she does. She finds someone with power and cozies up to them and digs the claws in."

"Yeah, well, I'm not helping anyone right now, obviously. She's been... nice."

"For now."

"Now is kind of all we got."

"Whatever. I'm not calling you Dad."

Rowena walks in minutes later with two cups of tea. Forget her son, she has her eyes set on Chuck. Crowley sits down away from his mother and starts drinking Dean's heavy stuff while Rowena and Chuck sit next to each other to enjoy the tea. To pass the time, she recounts her time when Crowley was a young boy... back in the day.

"Now, Fergus was bright. He walked before his first birthday, but he hated pants. Hated them. He'd run 'round the village with his wee banger just flapping in the breeze," she laughs.

"Adam and Eve were the same way."

"Kids," they say simultaneously.

"I'm so glad the world is ending," Crowley grumbles. Sam walks in and scoffs at what he sees. "Samantha!"

"What are you guys doing?"

"Nothing," Rowena answers.

"Exactly! Amara's out there eating the fucking sun, and—and we're doing nothing."

"Do you have a better idea?"

"Yes. Anything. That's my 'better idea' because anything is better than this."

"Sam. I get it. Even if we could lock Amara away, it wouldn't do any good now. I'm dying," Chuck sighs, "and when I'm gone, a cosmic balance between light and dark... It's over."

Sam looks around the room as the gears in his head turn. He hates thinking this. He hates the fact that he's going to say it out loud, but it has to be said. "Alright. If we can't cage her, we have to kill her."

"You do realize killing her means you'd be killing Y/N," Crowley says.

Sam looks at the table as tears form in his eyes. "I know."

Dean isn't really going to get more alcohol. He just needed to get out of the Bunker and go for a drive. Clear his head. Castiel hasn't said a word since he started driving, and he'll only talk if Dean does.

"So, how are you doing?" Dean asks. "You know, with the whole Lucifer thing."

"I was just so... stupid," Castiel sighs.

"No, no, no. It wasn't stupid. You were right. You were right to let Lucifer ride shotgun. Me and Sam wouldn't have done that."

"Well, much good that did."

"No, but it was our best shot, and you stepped up."

"I was just trying to help."

"I know you were, and you did. You do help, Cas." Dean sighs and shakes his head. "You know, sometimes me and Sam have got so much going on that... we forget about everyone else."

"Well, you do live exciting lives."

Dean chuckles. "That's one word for it, but you're always there, you know? You're the best friend we've ever had. You're our brother, Cas. I want you to know that."

"Thank you." Dean's phone rings and he answers his brother's call. It only lasts thirty seconds. "Sam says he's got something."

Dean does a complete one-eighty before racing back to the Bunker. He knew Sam's big brain would think of something, he just didn't know it would be this. First, Dean was confused and flabbergasted. Then, he got angry at the thought of it happening. Now, he's just pissed at his brother for coming up with it at all.

"So, your plan is to kill my wife? Did I hear that right?"

"Chuck isn't strong enough to bring her out, and it's unlikely that Amara will let her go on her own."

"You're talking about killing Y/N! Sam, you can't really be on board with this. What the hell is the matter with you?"

"What do you want me to say, Dean? It's her or the entire universe. How is that a contest? You know if she were here right now, she'd be agreeing with me."

Dean opens his mouth to respond but nothing comes out of it. Sam's right. If you knew the only way to save the universe would be to kill you, you'd offer to pull the trigger yourself. He looks at Chuck with wide eyes.

"You can't be okay with this."

"We really don't have a choice, Dean. I'm dying. If I die and she stays alive, the scale tips over, and everything is gone."

"Exactly, but you take both away, and now both sides of the scale are empty, it's balanced again."

"Even if it were possible, how would you even kill her? Lucifer impaled her with a Hand of God. Look how well that turned out."

"She does seem impossible to destroy," Castiel sighs.

Sam nods and looks at Chuck who refuses to meet everyone's eyes. "Is she, Chuck?"

"Well, I... I mean... I..."

"Spit it out!"

"Fine. The Darkness might—might have a weakness—" Chuck gets up. "Light."

"He tells us now," Crowley says sarcastically.

"What? I just wanted to trap her. I didn't want to murder her."

"Okay, but now that we're trying to end her, how much light are we talking about?"

"I don't know." Chuck sighs and trudges over to a more comfortable chair. It's a rocking chair you bought for the kids. They love story time with your magic. You'd create characters and give them a show. Dean sighs and looks away. "Ten thousand suns set to supernova."

"You're God, so God them up."

"Look at me. I'm not exactly in the best shape right now."

"That's okay. Where there's a will, there's a way. Rowena." She looks at Sam. "What about the Book of the Damned?"

She scoffs. This is beyond..."

"Crowley?" Sam cuts her off.

"Oh, I got nothing."

"What about souls?" Castiel suggests. "They fuel your demon deals. Souls are living batteries. They're full of energy. They're full of light. Each one is as powerful as, what, a hundred suns?"

"He's not wrong," Rowena stutters.

"If we got this kind of juice, then what?" Sam asks.

"If you get me enough souls, I can build a bomb. Would that do the trick?"

"Maybe," Chuck sighs.

"Alright, this is Plan B."

"Okay, stop. Everyone just stop." Everyone looks at Dean. "You're all busy forming a plan but you're forgetting that you're asking me to kill my wife. The mother of my children. How do you expect me to be okay with this?"

"Dean..."

"No, just..." Dean shakes his head and leaves the room to put some space between him and all their planning. Sam quickly but quietly follows him. "Sam..."

"Dean, listen to me. It's killing me, too. She's my best friend. Do you think I want her to die?"

"It kind of sounds like it."

"You may not have it, but I have faith she'll pull through. You don't know what's going on inside her head. She might be fighting to get free right now."

"What if she's already dead?" Dean whispers. "What if Amara already killed her?"

"I don't think so. Y/N's magic is connected to her soul. Without it, her body is just like everyone else's. Amara needs her magic. She'd make sure she was safe at all times. Y/N has powerful magic, even more powerful than Rowena. She killed Cain without a thought. She broke through a mirror dimension and put herself back together."

"She was the Scarlet Witch."

"It was still her magic. For once, you have to just believe that she's taking care of herself."

Sam is right. He doesn't need to be by your side in order to be on your side. He takes a deep breath and nods, and the both of them walk back into the library.

"Okay. How many souls are we talking about?"

"The more the better," Rowena says.

"Even if you could get that kind of firepower, do you really think it would work?" Crowley asks.

"I can ask the angels. Heaven is full of souls."

"We'll need more even with their help."

"Ghosts," Dean says. "They're souls with baggage."

"We'd need a lot of them."

"What about Waverly Hills Sanatorium? Thousands died there."

"This is desperate and stupid," Crowley scoffs.

"Well, desperate and stupid is pretty much all we have right now, so..."

"Fine." He groans. "I'll go raid Hell and see what's left."

"Alright. Let's get to work."

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this season is done! thank you to all my supporters <3 i can't do any of this without you. i am halfway through season 12, so expect the new season in august! hopefully earlier!

Season 11

*The image(s) I’ve used for the reader on the cover DOES NOT reflect what the reader actually looks like*

Season Summary: Coming to terms with what you've done as the Scarlet Witch is troubling, and there are times you wish life would be better without you in it. Living with that burden is tough but you try your best to not only take care of yourself but also your family. Amara is here in the flesh, and as much as you try to run from your responsibilities, she is always going to be one step ahead of you. Family is more important than anything in the world, and it's high time she understands that.

*dates are subject to change at a moment’s notice*

Out of the Darkness, Into the Fire: Part One // Final Part

Form and Void: Part One // Final Part

The Bad Seed: Part One // Part Two // Final Part

Baby: Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Final Part

Thin Lizzie: Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Final Part

Our Little World: Part One // Part Two // Final Part

Plush: Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Final Part

Just My Imagination: Part One // Part Two // Final Part

O Brother Where Art Thou?: Part One // Final Part

The Devil in the Details: Part One // Final Part

Into the Mystic: Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Final Part

Don't You Forget About Me: Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Final Part

Love Hurts: Part One // Part Two // Final Part

The Vessel: Part One // Part Two // Final Part

Beyond the Mat: Part One // Part Two // Final Part

Safe House: Part One // Part Two // Final Part

Red Meat: Part One // Part Two // Final Part

Hell's Angel: Part One // Final Part

The Chitters: Part One // Part Two // Final Part

Don't Call Me Shurley: Part One // Final Part

All in the Family: Part One // Part Two // Final Part

We Happy Few: Part One // Part Two // Final Part

Alpha and Omega: Part One // Part Two // Final Part

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Alpha and Omega: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Summary: When trapping Amara doesn't work, the only thing that might work is killing her. Chuck is dying, so to balance the scales, Amara has to die... which means you have to die. Dean gets ready to do the impossible while you work to remind Amara what family is really about. After all, you've got room for one more.

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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If Dean is going to die, he has to visit his mother's grave one last time. He and Sam stand in front of it while Rowena, Chuck, Castiel, and Crowley wait by the car not even a hundred yards away.

"Dean, you don't have to do this," Sam whispers.

"I'm the only one who can... the only one who should. It's Y/N, man. She's my best friend. If she goes down, I'm going down with her."

"What about your kids?"

"I am doing this for them, Sam. Y/N has no one on her side. The kids have you and Cas and Jody and the girls." Dean sniffles. "They'll be okay but Y/N won't." He looks at his wedding band. The one that belonged to his father. "Till death due us part, right? I took a vow to protect her. This is how I do that. At least we'll be in Heaven together. Bobby's up there, too. I bet he'd like to see her again. He might kick my ass for bringing her a bit early, but I'm sure he'll forgive me." Dean drops his voice to a whisper. "Robert's up there."

Dean pats his brother on the back and walks back to the group, leaving Sam alone with their mother for a minute more.

"Are you okay with this?" Dean asks Chuck.

"No. Even after everything she's done, Amara's still my sister. She's my family. I can't... I don't want to see her dead, but... I understand."

"Dean," Castiel whispers.

The angel pulls Dean in for a tight hug, and Dean wraps his arms around his waist. He'll allow himself to have this moment.

"Promise me something, Cas."

"Anything."

"Look after my kids and dogs, okay? Look after Molly." Dean tries hard not to cry. "Protect them. I don't want to see them in Heaven a minute before they should be okay?"

"I promise."

"You know they really love you. Joanna especially. You're her Uncle Cassie."

Castiel gets tears. "I really love them, too."

Sam comes back and Dean looks at his brother.

"Tell stories about me and Y/N to them. The good ones. But not so much that they're sad we're gone. Y/N was right. They need to have a childhood, and I need you to promise me you'll give it to them. They deserve to have a life not condemned like ours."

"You got it," Sam sniffles.

"I could go with you," Castiel offers.

"No, I have to do this alone. Thank you for everything, Cas." Dean wipes the tears and slaps his hands together. "Okay, look. I want a big funeral. I'm talking epic. Okay? Open bar, choir, Sabbath cover band, and Gary Busey reading the eulogy."

"Done," Sam nods.

"For our ashes, I think she'd like it here. I like it here. You know, as far as eternal resting places go." Dean reaches into his pocket and takes out the keys to the Impala. He hesitates before handing them to Dean. Sam shakes his head with tears in his eyes. "Come on. You know the drill. No chick-flick moments. Come on."

Sam hesitates but takes the keys. "You love chick flick moments."

Dean chuckles. "Yeah, you're right. I do. Come here."

Dean pulls his brother in for a hug, and they embrace tightly. A tear rolls down Sam's cheek, but he wipes it away before pulling back. Dean clears his throat and looks at Chuck.

"I'm ready."

Check snaps his fingers and sends Dean to the garden where Amara is. The place is empty, free of the old woman and the birds. Dean sees the dead flowers and knows she is here. The sun is getting dimmer which means Dean is running out of time. The garden isn't huge but Dean walks the entirety of it looking for Amara.

"Dean."

He turns and sees Amara standing by the fountain. Only... she's not you. She is herself, the version of her before she connected with you. If she's really out of you and you're safe... No, he still needs to do this. At least his kids will be with you, safe, once this is all over. It'll be nice to spend time with his son in Heaven.

"Where is my wife?"

"Safe. How did you find me?"

"Does it matter? I'm here to give you what you want. Me."

"That's a change."

"I can't just stand by and watch the world, my friends, and my family die." He starts walking toward her slowly. "So, if becoming a part of you takes me away from that, then I'm in."

"You and that bomb in your chest?" Dean stops walking. "Do you think I can't taste the power coming off of you? Please. The problem is you've never been able to hurt me. So, what makes this time any different?"

"I don't have a choice. Look at what you're doing to the sun!"

"That's not me. With my brother getting weaker, the scales are tipping away from light and into nothing. When God's gone, the universe—everything will cease to exist. Including me. My brother betrayed me. He locked me away for billions of years. He sent you to execute me."

"No, he didn't. He brought me here but he doesn't want this. This wasn't his idea. You're his family, Amara. He doesn't want you dead. He never wanted this... Do you?"

Amara thinks back to the old woman and then of you. "No! I just wanted to hurt him. I wanted to make him pay."

"That's called revenge. Sure, it'll get you out of bed in the morning. Sure, it feels fantastic... for about five minutes. I've been there. Me, Sam, and Y/N... Do you think we've never had problems? When I couldn't man up and admit my feelings for Y/N, she was ready to leave. I didn't let her. Sam kick-started the apocalypse and set Lucifer free by trusting a demon over his own brother. I still forgave him.

"Y/N got pregnant and got an abortion without telling me. It took me a while but I still forgave her. I... I left her for another woman yet she still married me. Sam did a lot of terrible things when he was soulless yet Y/N and I forgave him. She did terrible things while soulless but I still love her. I'm in love with her.

"When everything goes to shit... At the end of the day... All you have is family. You might be an all-powerful being, but I think you're human where it counts. You just want your brother back like I wanted mine."

"Stop it," she glares with tears.

"You don't want to be alone. Not really. I don't either. I mean, hell. Maybe that's why you wanted me. When really, deep down, you didn't want me because I'm not him. At the end of the day, there is no one like your sibling. No one will ever be able to replace him, so I'm going to ask you again. Put aside the rage, put aside the hate, and you tell me... What do you want?"

Amara sobs once and looks to the sky at the dimming sun. She wants her brother again. She snaps her fingers and transports Chuck right into the garden. He looks around in shock at Dean still alive and Amara... still alive.

"Why did you bring me here?"

"Brother, I... In the beginning, it was just you and me, and we were family. I loved you, and I thought—I knew that you loved me."

"I did." He sighs. "I do."

"Then you went and you made all these other things. I hated them. I hated you for needing something else, something that wasn't me. Then you locked me away, and all I could think about was making you suffer."

"You had your reasons."

"I did, and I thought revenge would make me happy, but I was wrong. What you've made..." She looks at the garden. "it's beautiful. It took me a long time to see that. I know that we can't go back to the way things were. I don't want to, but I wish... I wish that we could just be family again."

"I do, too. More than you know."

Chuck reaches out his hand and Amara takes it. Their hands start to glow, and light is restored. The sun is healed from their pain. Dean watches as the sun gets brighter until it's restored to what it was. He has to shield his eyes from it being too bright. Amara holds out her other hand and golden light shoots out in waves.

She heals her brother of whatever she did to him.

"Where is my wife?" Dean asks. "Why did you let her go?"

Amara and Chuck step off to the side, and you come walking out from behind the fountain.

"Hi, Dean," you smile.

Dean is about to say something when he notices your pregnant belly. Nine months to be exact. He knows you didn't cheat. When would Amara have time to go out there and sleep with men? He's just confused as to how this happened.

"She reminded me of what family is all about," Amara says.

"How did this happen?"

"She created life where there was none previously." Amara smiles at you. "The ultimate Sapphire Witch move. I underestimated you."

You close your eyes and blue magic swirls around you like a mist and a cloud. When it dies down, you're no longer pregnant, and you're holding your brand-new baby girl. Dean gasps and walks over to you to get a better look at her. She looks so small.

"Does she have a name?" Dean whispers. You look up and shake your head. He doesn't hesitate with this one. "How about Celeste?"

Tears well in your eyes. "Charlie for short."

Dean nods and he kisses his daughter's head delicately.

"I think we're just gonna go away for a while," Chuck announces.

"Yeah, family meeting. I get it."

"First..." He walks over to Dean and puts his hand to his chest. He removes all of the souls Rowena placed in there, and Dean winces in pain. "Better?"

"What about us? What about Earth?"

"Earth will be fine. It's got you... and Sam... and Y/N."

"Dean, Y/N... you both gave me what I needed most. I want to do the same for you." She looks at you. "You reminded me what it's like to have a family again, and for that, I will give you back yours."

Amara transforms into black mist while Chuck transforms into white mist. Both of them shoot off into the sky.

"I've missed you so much," Dean whispers. He leans down and kisses you, his heart already healing. "Don't leave again."

"I'll try not to," you smile. "Where are our kids?"

"I sent them and the dogs to Jody. Molly went home. They're all safe."

"Good. Do you know where we are? How the hell do we get back home?"

"I don't know, but let's do it together." You and Dean leave the garden and walk until it's nighttime. Charlie sleeps peacefully in your arms, and Dean smiles down at her. "How the hell did this happen?"

"I don't know. I remember an old radio and my voice telling me to wake up. As much as Amara was learning from me, I was learning from her. She made journals while she was away. I read every single one of them. I knew she'd let me go if I became pregnant, so I did it without even thinking. Now we have Charlie."

Dean blurts out the question before he thinks about it. "Is she mine?"

"Of course. I created her using both of our DNA. You're the only one I want to have kids with. I'm warning you now, she is the last one. I'm thirty-seven. This factory is closed for good."

"I agree," Dean smiles. You get to the edge of the woods, and Dean tries to get a signal on his phone. "Yeah, there isn't any signal. We just have to keep walking. You don't have, like, portal powers do you?"

"Unfortunately not."

"Help!" You and Dean look in the distance where the voice is coming from. "Help me!"

You two follow the sounds where there is a clearing. There is a sidewalk and a trail. You're back to civilization. Only... that's not what you're focusing on. 

The woman standing right in front of you, the one crying out for help, is none other than Mary Winchester wearing the white nightgown she was burned in thirty years ago.

"Mom?"

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Alpha and Omega: Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Summary: When trapping Amara doesn't work, the only thing that might work is killing her. Chuck is dying, so to balance the scales, Amara has to die... which means you have to die. Dean gets ready to do the impossible while you work to remind Amara what family is really about. After all, you've got room for one more.

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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In order to capture the souls, Rowena builds something that if triggered by the magic word, souls will be sucked into it. It'll fuel the bomb. Castiel returns to Heaven, Crowley returns to Hell, Rowena and Chuck stay at the Bunker, and Sam and Dean head off to the sanatorium. The place has been abandoned for decades. None of the locals want to go near it because of the ghost sightings inside. The wind has picked up a bit, scattering leaves about.

"Do you really think this is going to work?"

"Rowena said it would."

"Oh, sure." Dean starts speaking in a Scottish accent. "It's a Book of the Damned spell, boyos. Take this wee crystal. It'll suck up all the blimey ghosts. Just say the magic word."

Sam looks at his brother and Dean shrugs. Both of them break through the fence and head inside the decaying building. Their EMF is on high alert, but that's to be expected. Most of the windows are shattered, allowing the wind to blow leaves and debris inside. A door on the other end of the hallway slams shut, and a ghost appears next to it. Seconds later, it glitches out of view.

"This place really lives up to the hype.:

"Yes, it does." Sam and Dean walk what used to be the lobby of the place. The room is big enough to do what they need to do. "I can't believe we're doing this. Let's give the magic word a shot because we're six." He groans. "Alright, let's bust some ghosts."

Sam starts salting the perimeter of the room, keeping as much space to work with. Once they get the ghosts here, they're going to need room to run around and fight them. Dean stays in the middle of the room and sighs in frustration.

"Where the hell are they?"

"You got me."

"Get your Casper asses out here!"

"You know what?" He tosses the salt can to his brother. "Why don't you finish up? I'll piss them off."

Dean continues to salt the perimeter until he gets to the door they walked through earlier. Hooked onto the door is a curtain of sorts with a clip that's meant to hold the curtain when it's rolled up. He pours a ton of salt inside, rolls it up to the top, and clips it. When he's ready, he'll shoot the clip and it'll complete the circle, trapping any and all ghosts inside the salt barrier.

Sam walks through the sanatorium with his shotgun, but he doesn't have to wait for the ghosts to appear. As soon as they do, he shoots them and they mist away. More come, and Sam continues to shoot them until enough of them are pissed off enough to follow him.

"Okay, I think it worked!"

Sam rushes back to the room and leads the ghosts inside the salted room, and both brothers fight off the ones that make it inside. Dozens and dozens more make it inside the room, all with a vendetta against Sam and Dean. With enough ghosts, Dean rushes to get the crystal out of his bag, but one of the ghosts kicks it out of his hand. She swings the iron poker through the ghost and runs after the crystal.

Sam shoots but ghosts appear faster than he can get rid of them. He aims his gun at a ghost but it knocks the gun out of his hand. He grips Sam's throat and lifts him so his feet dangle off the ground.

"Say the magic word! Dean, hurry!"

Dean slashes another ghost with the iron poker before grabbing the crystal. He tosses it into the air and shouts the magic word.

"Haggis!"

It's like time slowed down until all of the ghosts in the room are sucked into the crystal, including the one holding Sam's throat. The younger Winchester drops to the ground once freed, and the crystal (now glowing with souls) drops to the bag on the ground.

"Go magic word," Sam pants.

"Yeah. Come on."

Dean hopes he's returning with good news, but the only souls they're going to get are the ones that the brothers managed to collect.

"The angels are... Heaven won't help," Castiel sighs.

"They know that this is the end, right? Of everything?"

"Yes."

"They don't care?"

"It's not that. They know..." Castiel looks at Chuck. "They know God is dying, and they don't think we can win this. Souls or not. They're sealing Heaven, and they're 'dying with dignity'."

"Awesome," Dean scoffs.

"What about you, Crowley?" Sam asks.

"Well, I had all the souls we needed."

"What do you mean, had?"

"While I was... indisposed... a few of my demonic pals decided to raid my stash."

"What we have isn't enough."

"So, we did all that for nothing? We're back to square one?"

Suddenly, electricity buzzes and every light turns red. Something is breaking into the Bunker.

"Well, that could be nothing but good news," Crowley says sarcastically.

Sam and Dean take out their guns and Castiel holds up his angel blade, all of them ready for a fight. The metal door opens and someone walks in. Dean holds his breath. Could it be you? Have you finally returned home to him? Black curly hair shows first before a beautiful black woman walks in.

"Nice digs," she nods.

"Billie?"

"Who is Billie?" Rowena asks.

"A Reaper." Dean lowers his gun. "She wants us dead. Tons of fun."

Billie walks down the stairs and smirks at Crowley.

"Wait a second. How did you... What are you doing here?" Sam asks.

"I saw you boys at Waverly Hills, and call me a curious kitten, but with, you know, credits about to roll, I gotta ask. Why are you boys busting ghosts?"

"Why do you care?"

"Dead folks are kind of my thing. Spill."

"We're collecting souls to build a bomb to blow the Darkness to hell."

Billie finally notices the glowing crystal on the war table. She nods as she thinks about her next words.

"Okay."

"Okay? What does that mean, 'okay'?"

"It means with the way things are going, I'm about an hour away from reaping God himself. Might as well indulge your antics while I can."

"You're here to help us?" Castiel asks in confusion.

"Little tip. If you want souls, call a reaper."

Billie grabs the crystal and lays it flat on her hand. She closes her eyes and mutters a single chant. At first, nothing happens. Then, souls start swirling inside the Bunker. Dean watches with wide eyes as they fly around the room before diving into the crystal. A dozen... Three dozen... six. Soon, the War Room is filled with bright light from how many sous are flying into the crystal. Then, it stops, and Billie smirks.

"How many souls are in there?" Castiel asks.

"A couple hundred... thousand. I raided The Veil. Like I said, dead folks are kind of my thing." She looks at Rowena. "Are we good?"

"Very."

Rowena takes the bomb and carefully sets it on the war table.

"Good."

"Hey, Billie?" She stops and looks at Dean. "See you around."

"Yeah. You will. Just hope it's not today."

"So, what now?" Castiel asks once she's gone.

"We have the bomb, right? We need to find Amara now."

"I can track her," Chuck says. "She's not warded anymore. Why would she be? She won."

"Then what?"

"We need someone to get close to her. Someone with a... personal connection."

All eyes go to Dean but he doesn't have to look at them to know what they're thinking. If anyone should do this, it has to be Dean. He thinks about you and how alone you must feel. If you feel anything at all. It breaks his heart to even think about killing you, but Sam's right. It's you or the universe, and he can't be selfish enough to choose you.

Not this time.

What would you say to him if you were here? Protect our kids, Dean. They always come first. You were there before them, but it's them he has to think of now.

"She's my wife. If I can't save her, if she's destined to be with Amara forever, then I have to take her down with me." He sniffles and wipes the stray tear before looking up. "So, how do I smuggle this thing?"

"We could always shove it up your ass," Crowley smirks. Dean glares at him. "I mean, you could."

"You won't carry the bomb," Rowena says. "You'll be the bomb." Sam's eyes widen in realization and tears come to Dean's eyes. "I'm gonna take what's in here and put it in here." She places her hand on his chest. "Once you get close to her, you press your fingers together like so—" She touches her index finger to her thumb. "Boom."

"Okay," Dean whispers.

Rowena picks up the crystal and steps back from Dean. She starts an incantation, one from the Book of the Damned, and pushes her other hand toward Dean and the bomb. A stream of bright white light shoots out from the crystal and into Dean's chest. Dean hunches over slightly and yells out in pain, but Rowena doesn't relent. She only stops until every single soul is out of the crystal and is now into Dean.

"Shit!" Dean shouts.

"Dean, are you okay?" Castiel asks. "How do you feel?"

Dean hunches over in pain. "Like my insides just got flame-broiled. Is that normal?"

"Sweetie, we're so far past normal. You've got about an hour, maybe a wee bit more, then you're literally a walking ticking time bomb."

Amara has been thinking a lot about what she did and why she did it. She saw her brother just lying on the ground and she felt... remorse... guilt. This isn't what she wanted. She only wanted him to feel how she felt for billions of years... locked away... alone and afraid. What does she do now? Every atom in her bones is telling her to go make it right but then what? Heal him only for him to turn around and lock her away again?

Sometimes, she wishes she could bring you out just so you can tell her what to do. You have a family. A successful one. She wonders what it's like.

Amara finds herself in a garden not far from where she took down her brother. This garden is... beautiful. The flowers are bright with color, birds chirp, water shoots out of the fountain in the middle, and everything seems so... peaceful. She barely touches the flowers as she passes by them, her fingers dancing delicately on the petals.

The light around her dims slightly, and she looks at the sun to see it flaming out. Again, there's that guilt... the remorse. She looks back at the flowers and gasps in horror when she sees they're all dead. Everything she touched is now dead and shriveled up.

Did she do this?

She stumbles back and her knees hit a marble bench. She sits down and looks at her hands in fear. Seconds later, an older woman with a bag of bird feed walks into the garden. A flock of birds follows her in because she's spreading food on the fountain's bench. She sits next to Amara and smiles at her.

"Hi."

Amara looks at her, shocked. "Hello."

"Oh, I like your dress. It's pretty fancy for the park, but at least you made an effort." Amara looks down at the black dress she has on. The woman holds out the bag of seeds. "Do you want to feed them?"

Amara draws her hands further into her lap. "I shouldn't."

The woman shrugs and sprinkles more seeds on the ground. "I've been feeding these birds going on twenty years now. They're practically family, and I know that makes me sound like a crazy old bat, but... heck."

Amara watches the birds and tears spring to her eyes. What has she done? She didn't want this. She doesn't want this. She never did.

"My husband died a couple of years ago, and my son keeps slipping me these brochures for retirement communities—a.k.a. where they send old folks to die."

"So, you hate him?"

"Well, a little bit." Amara nods as if she needs reassurance that what she did was the right thing to do. "Sometimes... but you know family. Even when you hate them, you still love them."

A look of realization comes across Amara's face, and she lets loose a single tear. She's about to say something when a sharp pain originates from her stomach. She groans and leans over, pressing her hands to her stomach. She feels something... moving inside. Something... growing. It doesn't take a genius to figure it out.

Well played, Winchester... Well played.

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Alpha and Omega: Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Summary: When trapping Amara doesn't work, the only thing that might work is killing her. Chuck is dying, so to balance the scales, Amara has to die... which means you have to die. Dean gets ready to do the impossible while you work to remind Amara what family is really about. After all, you've got room for one more.

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 second Amara is gone, Sam struggles to his feet. Chuck is on the ground, unmoving, and Castiel is still slumped against the support pillar. Sam walks over to his brother and helps him up as well.

"Check on him," Dean says and points to Chuck. He walks over to Castiel with a worried look on his face. "Cas?"

Castiel startles awake and looks at Dean.

"Dean..."

"Cas, is that you?"

"Lucifer is gone. Amara ripped him from my body."

"Wo where?"

"I don't know."

"Come on." Dean helps the angel to his feet and walks over to Chuck who groans in pain. He rolls onto his back and looks at the ceiling. "How are you doing over there, Chuck?"

"You know when you're driving and a bug hits your windshield? I'm the bug," he whimpers.

"So, is what Amara said about you true? Are you dying?" Sam asks.

"Yes. Whatever she did to me, I can feel my spark, my light fading. When it's gone..."

"Tell us how to fix you," Dean says.

"You can't. I... I suppose she could, maybe, but that's never going to happen."

Sam helps Chuck to his feet, and a door behind them slams open. Dean swiftly takes his gun out and points it at Rowena who smirks.

"So, that was a gun in your pocket."

Dean rolls his eyes and lowers his gun just as Crowley walks into the room.

"Well... that was a complete and utter dog's breakfast, wasn't it?"

"I didn't know dogs had breakfast," Castiel says seriously.

"Cas is back," Dean announces.

"Just curious, but has anyone bothered to look outside?"

All four men follow Rowena outside with curiosity adorning their faces. On the ground where Amara struck Rowena is a black charred mess, but that's not what Rowena was talking about. She nudges Dean and points to the sky, and everyone turns to see... The sun. The sun is dying. The sky is a swirl of pink and orange, but they can clearly see the light is dimming.

"It looks like the sun is dying. Why would Amara do that?"

"The sun is the source of all life on earth. Without it, everything just... just wastes away," Castiel answers.

"Let's get the hell out of here."

Chuck snaps his fingers and everyone is transported back to the Bunker. Rowena and Crowley look around in confusion before looking at Chuck who smiles sheepishly.

"Did you do that?"

"I've still got a few tricks up my sleeve. I'm not dead y..." Chuck nearly collapses against Sam who catches him easily. "I should probably sit down."

Sam leads him to the nearest chair. "I got you."

"What do we do now?" Castiel asks.

Dean looks around the empty Bunker. No you. No kids. No dogs. No Molly. They failed. Amara killed her brother and soon, everything will be dead. Dean squares his shoulders and storms off to the kitchen. He yanks the fridge open and yanks out the six-pack of beer he bought last week. He grabs one, cracks it open, and takes three big gulps. Sam and Castiel walk into the kitchen, and Sam scoffs at his behavior.

"Really?"

"Yeah, really." Sam shakes his head. "What? We hit Amara with everything we got, and she walked it off."

"So, you decided it's last call?"

"What does it look like, Sam? We lost. If you want me to kill something, I'd be more than happy to. I'll do it until I die, but please tell me how we're supposed to fix the fucking sun!" Dean downs the last of his beer and slams the empty bottle on the table. "You know what? This isn't gonna be enough. I better make a run. No reason to die sober, huh?"

"Okay, why you do that, I'm going to stay here and figure out a Plan B."

"Good luck with that. Cas, come on."

Castiel sighs and follows Dean out of the kitchen. Rowena had offered to make Chuck a cup of tea, so it's now only Chuck and Crowley in the library.

"She's using you," the demon says. He walks over to Dean's personal liquor stash and grabs a bottle. "It's what she does. She finds someone with power and cozies up to them and digs the claws in."

"Yeah, well, I'm not helping anyone right now, obviously. She's been... nice."

"For now."

"Now is kind of all we got."

"Whatever. I'm not calling you Dad."

Rowena walks in minutes later with two cups of tea. Forget her son, she has her eyes set on Chuck. Crowley sits down away from his mother and starts drinking Dean's heavy stuff while Rowena and Chuck sit next to each other to enjoy the tea. To pass the time, she recounts her time when Crowley was a young boy... back in the day.

"Now, Fergus was bright. He walked before his first birthday, but he hated pants. Hated them. He'd run 'round the village with his wee banger just flapping in the breeze," she laughs.

"Adam and Eve were the same way."

"Kids," they say simultaneously.

"I'm so glad the world is ending," Crowley grumbles. Sam walks in and scoffs at what he sees. "Samantha!"

"What are you guys doing?"

"Nothing," Rowena answers.

"Exactly! Amara's out there eating the fucking sun, and—and we're doing nothing."

"Do you have a better idea?"

"Yes. Anything. That's my 'better idea' because anything is better than this."

"Sam. I get it. Even if we could lock Amara away, it wouldn't do any good now. I'm dying," Chuck sighs, "and when I'm gone, a cosmic balance between light and dark... It's over."

Sam looks around the room as the gears in his head turn. He hates thinking this. He hates the fact that he's going to say it out loud, but it has to be said. "Alright. If we can't cage her, we have to kill her."

"You do realize killing her means you'd be killing Y/N," Crowley says.

Sam looks at the table as tears form in his eyes. "I know."

Dean isn't really going to get more alcohol. He just needed to get out of the Bunker and go for a drive. Clear his head. Castiel hasn't said a word since he started driving, and he'll only talk if Dean does.

"So, how are you doing?" Dean asks. "You know, with the whole Lucifer thing."

"I was just so... stupid," Castiel sighs.

"No, no, no. It wasn't stupid. You were right. You were right to let Lucifer ride shotgun. Me and Sam wouldn't have done that."

"Well, much good that did."

"No, but it was our best shot, and you stepped up."

"I was just trying to help."

"I know you were, and you did. You do help, Cas." Dean sighs and shakes his head. "You know, sometimes me and Sam have got so much going on that... we forget about everyone else."

"Well, you do live exciting lives."

Dean chuckles. "That's one word for it, but you're always there, you know? You're the best friend we've ever had. You're our brother, Cas. I want you to know that."

"Thank you." Dean's phone rings and he answers his brother's call. It only lasts thirty seconds. "Sam says he's got something."

Dean does a complete one-eighty before racing back to the Bunker. He knew Sam's big brain would think of something, he just didn't know it would be this. First, Dean was confused and flabbergasted. Then, he got angry at the thought of it happening. Now, he's just pissed at his brother for coming up with it at all.

"So, your plan is to kill my wife? Did I hear that right?"

"Chuck isn't strong enough to bring her out, and it's unlikely that Amara will let her go on her own."

"You're talking about killing Y/N! Sam, you can't really be on board with this. What the hell is the matter with you?"

"What do you want me to say, Dean? It's her or the entire universe. How is that a contest? You know if she were here right now, she'd be agreeing with me."

Dean opens his mouth to respond but nothing comes out of it. Sam's right. If you knew the only way to save the universe would be to kill you, you'd offer to pull the trigger yourself. He looks at Chuck with wide eyes.

"You can't be okay with this."

"We really don't have a choice, Dean. I'm dying. If I die and she stays alive, the scale tips over, and everything is gone."

"Exactly, but you take both away, and now both sides of the scale are empty, it's balanced again."

"Even if it were possible, how would you even kill her? Lucifer impaled her with a Hand of God. Look how well that turned out."

"She does seem impossible to destroy," Castiel sighs.

Sam nods and looks at Chuck who refuses to meet everyone's eyes. "Is she, Chuck?"

"Well, I... I mean... I..."

"Spit it out!"

"Fine. The Darkness might—might have a weakness—" Chuck gets up. "Light."

"He tells us now," Crowley says sarcastically.

"What? I just wanted to trap her. I didn't want to murder her."

"Okay, but now that we're trying to end her, how much light are we talking about?"

"I don't know." Chuck sighs and trudges over to a more comfortable chair. It's a rocking chair you bought for the kids. They love story time with your magic. You'd create characters and give them a show. Dean sighs and looks away. "Ten thousand suns set to supernova."

"You're God, so God them up."

"Look at me. I'm not exactly in the best shape right now."

"That's okay. Where there's a will, there's a way. Rowena." She looks at Sam. "What about the Book of the Damned?"

She scoffs. This is beyond..."

"Crowley?" Sam cuts her off.

"Oh, I got nothing."

"What about souls?" Castiel suggests. "They fuel your demon deals. Souls are living batteries. They're full of energy. They're full of light. Each one is as powerful as, what, a hundred suns?"

"He's not wrong," Rowena stutters.

"If we got this kind of juice, then what?" Sam asks.

"If you get me enough souls, I can build a bomb. Would that do the trick?"

"Maybe," Chuck sighs.

"Alright, this is Plan B."

"Okay, stop. Everyone just stop." Everyone looks at Dean. "You're all busy forming a plan but you're forgetting that you're asking me to kill my wife. The mother of my children. How do you expect me to be okay with this?"

"Dean..."

"No, just..." Dean shakes his head and leaves the room to put some space between him and all their planning. Sam quickly but quietly follows him. "Sam..."

"Dean, listen to me. It's killing me, too. She's my best friend. Do you think I want her to die?"

"It kind of sounds like it."

"You may not have it, but I have faith she'll pull through. You don't know what's going on inside her head. She might be fighting to get free right now."

"What if she's already dead?" Dean whispers. "What if Amara already killed her?"

"I don't think so. Y/N's magic is connected to her soul. Without it, her body is just like everyone else's. Amara needs her magic. She'd make sure she was safe at all times. Y/N has powerful magic, even more powerful than Rowena. She killed Cain without a thought. She broke through a mirror dimension and put herself back together."

"She was the Scarlet Witch."

"It was still her magic. For once, you have to just believe that she's taking care of herself."

Sam is right. He doesn't need to be by your side in order to be on your side. He takes a deep breath and nods, and the both of them walk back into the library.

"Okay. How many souls are we talking about?"

"The more the better," Rowena says.

"Even if you could get that kind of firepower, do you really think it would work?" Crowley asks.

"I can ask the angels. Heaven is full of souls."

"We'll need more even with their help."

"Ghosts," Dean says. "They're souls with baggage."

"We'd need a lot of them."

"What about Waverly Hills Sanatorium? Thousands died there."

"This is desperate and stupid," Crowley scoffs.

"Well, desperate and stupid is pretty much all we have right now, so..."

"Fine." He groans. "I'll go raid Hell and see what's left."

"Alright. Let's get to work."

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We Happy Few: Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Summary: Sam, Dean, Chuck, and Lucifer enlist the help of demons, angels, and witches to finally take down Amara. It doesn't go quite according to plan. You, however, finally have a solution to breaking through her spell. It's going to take every ounce of power you have.

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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An entire week has gone by, and Lucifer still hasn't talked to Chuck much. He might have healed him of his injuries caused by Amara, but that doesn't forgive the last few... trillion years of being absent. Lucifer acts nonchalant but he's seething with anger at his dad. He sits on the steps between the library and the war room flipping through a book.

"So, where were you?" he asks after a pause.

"That's a... long story. How do you feel? I healed you."

"Didn't ask you to."

"Son, be reasonable," Chuck sighs.

"One cosmic Band-Aid on my knee and what, you think we're even now?" He looks up from his book. "Is it time for us to go play catch in the yard?" The front door opens and the Winchester brothers come walking down the stairs. "Fuck you."

"Guys? How is it going on in here?" Sam asks.

"Listen, I know I've been gone for a while." Sam sets grocery bags on the war table. "I've missed a few... million... birthdays, but--"

"Yeah, and the second your apes send a distress flare, boom. Daddy's home."

"That's not what happened."

"Hey, these apes saved your ass," Dean snaps.

Lucifer glares at Dean and snaps his fingers, but nothing happens. Sam and Dean flinch back expecting to explode but relax when they feel fine.

"He can't hurt you," Chuck says.

"Oh, so you're controlling me now!"

"It's just a safeguard."

Lucifer glares so hard at Chuck that Dean thinks smoke will start coming out of his ears.

"Guys? Uh, Chuck? Lucifer... Dean... Do you think we can try and focus here? Y'know, end of the world, common enemy, all that?"

Lucifer slams the book shut and stands up. "Enemy of my enemy is my friend." He stands so close to Chuck that only a few inches separate them. "Team Amara. Go Amara."

"You don't mean that."

"You're really not gonna say it?"

Lucifer and Chuck stare at each other, neither one of them looking away.

"He's not going to say what?"

"Screw you." Lucifer looks at the brothers. "Screw all of you."

Lucifer storms to where the bedrooms are and enters one. Sam sighs when he hears the door slam.

"Kids, huh?" Chuck scoffs.

While Lucifer is throwing a temper tantrum with loud music, Dean finds Molly in the kitchen with the kids. They're eating at the table while Molly is cleaning the mess she made earlier.

"Molly, look, I called Jody last week. She's going to take the kids and dogs for a week. You should go home and be with your family."

"No, I want to stay here with you," Noah says.

"Buddy, the devil and God are here. I can't risk your life, okay? I'll come get you when this is all over. It's just a week." He looks at Molly. "I'm going to have Chuck bring them there."

"No need. I can drive. South Dakota is on my way home, anyway."

"We'll pay you more for this."

"No need. It'll be nice to see my sisters."

Dean kisses each of the kids goodbye before kissing both of his dogs. He watches them pile into Molly's car and leave. Knowing they're going to be safe from all this drama, he goes back inside with a clearer head. Now that he's taken care of his kids, he has to take care of God's. Sam and Dean find Lucifer locked inside Sam's room blaring loud rock music. Sam bangs on the door with his fist but the archangel doesn't open the door.

"Lucifer! Y'know, you're gonna have to come out and ... talk to... God."

There's no answer, and Sam throws his hands up in frustration.

"It's like the worst episode of Full House ever," Dean rolls his eyes.

The music stops and both brothers look hopeful. "If Dad has something to say to me, I'll hear it from him! Until then, I'll be in my room."

Before they can respond, the music resumes.

"It's not your room!" Dean yells.

"It's my room," Sam pouts.

Sam pounds on the door once again, but it's a futile effort. Lucifer isn't going to answer to them. They huff out in annoyance and walk away. Chuck is in the kitchen making food as if Lucifer isn't causing chaos here.

"Talk to him," Dean orders.

"It won't do any good."

"Why not?"

"Because I can't give him what he wants."

"What's that?"

"What everyone wants. My sister, my children, you humans--an apology. A big, wet 'I'm sorry.'"

"Give it to him! It's not like he's askin' for a weapon, or Hell, or Heaven. He's askin' for words."

"I can't say I'm sorry if I'm not."

"Lie then. He won't know the difference."

"What he wants an apology for, I did it for humanity. For the world. Look, Lucifer wants what everybody wants: Amara gone. Let's just give him a little time to cool off."

Chuck picks up his coffee mug that has the words WORLD'S GREATEST DAD written on it.

"I don't know if you've noticed, but a little time is not something that we have. The end is fucking nigh. You gotta at least try. We're not asking for a lot."

Chuck knows he needs Lucifer on his side to go against his sister, so he sucks it up and reaches out to Lucifer. He agrees to show up if Chuck does, so the two of them are sitting directly across from each other. They haven't said a word since they sat down twenty minutes ago, and Sam and Dean are sitting on the steps leading up to the telescope they never use.

"One of you is gonna have to, uh, go first," Sam says. "You know what? Lucifer, you agreed to have a sit down if God would show, so..."

"Chuck, you did say you'd talk," Dean adds.

"Him first. I'm the one who's owed an explanation."

Chuck lets out an aggravated sigh but doesn't say anything.

"Okay, let's try 'I feel' statements." He smirks at Sam. "Dr. Phil."

"I am... sorry," Chuck looks at Sam and Dean and nods, "that you feel that I betrayed you. That I acted without cause." Lucifer scoffs and shakes his head. "I'm sorry that you can't see you gave me no choice." He looks at Sam and Dean again. "I'm good."

"You heard that, right?" Lucifer asks.

"We all know that you are God, but maybe could you be a little less 'Lordly'?"

"But I am... I am the Lord."

"Wow, there he goes," Lucifer rolls his eyes.

"I did what I had to do! To create the world, I had to lock Amara away. When the Mark corrupted you, and I saw you posed a threat to humankind, I did the same with you."

"No, you betrayed me! You gave me the Mark to lock her away, and when it changed me--when it did what the Mark inevitably does--you threw me away."

"No, son. The Mark..." Chuck pauses. "You always cast a jaundiced glance at humans. The Mark didn't change you. It just made you more of what you already were."

"What I was, was your son. Your child!"

"Why should I put you first above all others?"

Lucifer ignores his question and looks at the brothers. "Do you have any idea what it's like to argue with your father when your father is God?" He looks back at Chuck. "Everything is a tautology with you. Everything is, 'Because I told you so.' Everything is, 'It had to be done.'"

"I'm pretty sure that's all fathers," Dean mutters.

"Okay, fine." Lucifer sits up straighter. "Big picture, as God. You did what you had to do. Little picture? You sucked at being a dad."

"Okay, maybe I didn't handle everything perfectly. Tell me this: could I have kept humankind safe with you on the board?" Lucifer can only stare at him. "I know about your little bid to replace me with the angels. Okay, 'New God', what would you have done about you?"

"That is not the point!"

"I can't believe I'm actually about to say this, but, um, Lucifer is right," Sam stutters. Chuck looks at him. "All he wants is an apology, and you're too concerned about being right to give him one. Apologies aren't always about being right. Sometimes they're just about apologizing."

"Yeah, and the great thing about apologies is you don't even have to mean 'em. Y'know, I lie and tell Sam I'm sorry all the time," Dean says. Sam gives him a bitch face. "Sorry. See?"

"Enough from the peanut gallery." Chuck waves his hand and the brothers are transported to chairs located right next to the front door. "Tell me, Lucifer. What would you have done?"

"It doesn't matter. You are my father and you forsook me."

Chuck pauses and chooses his next words very carefully. "I did. I was supposed to love all creation equally. I wasn't supposed to have favorites, but you... You were mine." Lucifer's gaze softens. "I gave you the Mark because I loved you the most because I thought you were strong enough to bear it. When I saw that I was wrong... When I watched my choice devour my most cherished son, I hated myself, and so I punished you. I am so sorry."

Sam and Dean wait patiently for Lucifer and Chuck to be done, and they stand when they see them exit the library.

"So? Are we good?" Lucifer and Chuck look at each other and nod in agreement. "Great. What now?"

"We trap Amara. Put her back in the box."

"What?"

"You were right. She needs to be destroyed, but I won't kill her."

"Why not?"

"Amara's been caged for billions of years, but she was always there. She had to be there. Y'know, yin and yang. Dark and light." He sighs at the looks of confusion on the brothers' faces. He waves his hand and transports both of them back to the ground level. "There's a harmony, a balance, in the universe. Light needs dark. Darkness needs light. If you blow one of them up, then..."

"It wouldn't be a good thing," Lucifer finishes for him.

"It'd be really not a good thing. Like 'end of reality' not good."

"Okay, so we gift-wrap Amara," Sam says.

"No, no," Dean cuts him off. "First thing we do is get Amara out of my wife." Dean looks at Chuck. "You said that you wound."

"I will, but we still have to lock her back up no matter what form she's in."

"Shouldn't be too hard, right? We have the team back together."

"Not quite. We're still a few members short of the original line-up."

"Yeah, the first time it took the combined strength of me and my brothers to weaken Amara before Daddy-O finished her off."

"Even then it was close. Now with just the two of us, we'll lose."

"You're saying we need more group therapy between you and the archangels if we wanna have a shot?"

"Well, Michael's in no condition to fight, and it's outside of my power to bring Gabriel and Raphael back."

"You restored Castiel."

"Archangels are different. They're the stuff of primordial creation. Rebuilding them, that's... It's time we don't have."

"What do you need to win?" Sam asks.

"Whaddaya got? What do we bring to the table to make up for archangel power?"

"We could try and find more Hands of God."

Chuck holds both hands up. "A little redundant."

"What about Crowley?" Dean suggests. "Big demon power, former King of Hell. He was a player in his day."

"We have the angels," Lucifer says.

"Rowena. I mean, she's a snake, but she's a powerful witch," Sam says, "and she's got the Book of the Damned."

"If we're going to do this, we need every ounce of power we can get. Amara has her vessel, her true vessel. In addition to her own power, she has Y/N's magic. One of the purest kinds. If I'm going to bring Amara out of her, we're going to need everyone to distract her. Once she's out, we'll lock her back out."

"Doesn't that mean someone has to bear the Mark again?" Dean asks.

"Let me worry about that."

"Getting these groups to enlist and then work together is not gonna be easy," Sam sighs.

"Can't you just compel them?"

"I invented free will for a reason."

"So, we're tying our hands on principle?"

"No, you can't make an effective soldier by force. They have to choose this fight."

"They're gonna want to know they're backing a winner."

"So, we assemble our band of brothers and hit Amara with everything we've got. Then when she's weak, Chuck finishes her off. It's a page from the original playbook. This time with witches and demons subbing for archangels."

"I still don't like it," Dean says. "Why trap her when you can kill her, you know? I mean, you got to admit, there's a lot less room for error if you shoot to kill."

"I explained why."

"Right, but why keep her in play? So she can escape and we can go through this all over again?"

"Dean, what's this about?" Sam asks.

"I... Nothing. Am I the only one thinking rationally here?"

"It's about her, Sam. It's about his wife."

"Shut up," Dean glares.

"Think about it. Dean Winchester meets the biggest evil in the universe, and he takes a pass? Come on. Now he wants Daddy to do what he can't."

"I tried to kill her, and it didn't work. Now she's inside my wife. My wife! I can't... I won't..." He drops his voice. "I won't let her be trapped in there with her. I can't let her go through that again. She kill... I can't do it again."

"Dean... We always sweat this stuff, these choices, but we have God on our side. I mean, for once, we can actually just do things his way," Sam says.

Dean scoffs and shakes his head. "Fine. Let's go."

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We Happy Few: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.4k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Summary: Sam, Dean, Chuck, and Lucifer enlist the help of demons, angels, and witches to finally take down Amara. It doesn't go quite according to plan. You, however, finally have a solution to breaking through her spell. It's going to take every ounce of power you have.

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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Amara searched the entire Bunker but not a single human or animal was there. Dean did the smart thing by sending his dogs and kids away. She finds herself in your and Dean's shared room that is filled with nothing but pictures of your family. Dean's pictures of his family are tucked away in a chest at the end of the bed while pictures of you and the kids are proudly displayed on the walls.

She opens the chest and finds a picture of Dean when he was younger wrapped in his mother's arms. She sets the photo down and looks at the pictures on the wall. There is one of your mother with you at the park smiling. She remembers your mother. She remembers being in her head, talking to her like she did with you.

Next to that picture is one of all three of your kids in the backyard eating hot dogs that Dean grilled, and Joanna has a streak of ketchup on her cheek. Another is of Maryann when she was born, even in the incubator she was kept in for two months. Another is of Joanna in your arms after you gave birth to her.

She reaches up and touches the picture of all three of your kids delicately.

No harm will come to them. I promise. Amara is about to move on when she feels a presence in the air. A familiar one.

"Hello, Amara."

"Hello, witch. How did you find me?"

"I've been inside your head once before. Easy enough to find my way back. I take it you're still looking for God? Well, I'm with him right now."

Amara doesn't waste time and follows Rowena's betrayal. Rowena steps outside of the power plant alone only to see Amara standing next to an abandoned white car.

"He's here."

"Yes." She points to the door. "Right inside." Amara walks toward Rowena but the witch blocks her path. "I went out on a limb for you--betrayed God, of all people."

"You didn't betray God. You betrayed me." Rowena freezes. "I knew this was a trap the moment you called. I didn't care. All I've ever wanted is a one-on-one with my brother, and you've just given it to me. The question is how am I going to repay you?" Rowena steps back and yells something in Latin before sending purple lightning at Amara. The primordial being smirks and allows her to continue until she is spent. "That tickled. Do you really think the power of one witch can hurt me?"

"I'm not just one witch."

Rowena chants the same thing and sends a more powerful lightning strike at Amara. This time, Clea and three other witches back in their tiny cottage use their combined powers on a voodoo doll that looks like Amara. All that plus Rowena, is enough to actually scuff Amara. The lightning hits her and she backs up in shock. She groans in pain as the magic affects the way she looks. Parts of her skin become charred and several cuts appear on her arms.

Amara uses your magic's capability of absorbing Rowena's magic, and she sends the purple bolt at Rowena. The witch flies back several feet, and the power is strong enough to affect the four witches in the cottage. Purple magic blasts into the chests of all four witches, and it burns out their eyes. After all is said and done, they sit there, dead with no eyes.

Rowena looks up in fear at Amara.

"Points for trying."

One down, two to go. Thunder crackles in the sky, and Amara looks up at the storm clouds quickly forming. The clouds cave in to form a hole, and bright light protrudes from it. It's the angels' turn now, and Amara outstretches her arms widely. A powerful white beam shoots down to Earth and over Amara. She screams in agony but even they aren't a match for her. The whole ordeal shakes the entire building, and Lucifer looks around the falling dust knowing his brothers and sisters are out there right now fighting.

The white beam disappears but the attack isn't over yet. It's the demons' turn now. Amara's skin has more black spots now, more cuts adorn her arms, and she's starting to grow weak. Demons pour in from all sides and rush at Amara, and she swats them away like the bugs she thinks they are.

"No! Get back!" she shouts.

The demons surround her, poking and nudging her. They start to lift her into the air, and her eyes shine bright blue with your magic. Every single light, including the ones inside sparks and explodes. Blue magic shoots out of her hands and into some of the demons, killing them. She lessens their numbers by using your magic to kill them but they keep coming, clearly overwhelming her.

Crowley walks out of the power plant and exits his meat suit to join the fight. Among the black smoke and the bright blue magic is dark red smoke. He gains distance only to slam as hard as he can into Amara. She goes flying out of the demons' grasp into the white car on the ground. It crushes against her weight, and she falls to the ground.

Her entire body is covered with cuts, including on her face. Her skin darkens with bruising and charred skin. She gets up on shaky legs and stumbles her way into the power plant. Dean's mouth opens and tears well in his eyes at the sight of his beloved wife looking so broken and bruised. He takes a step to you but Sam holds him back.

She looks at Sam and then Dean only to land on Chuck. She pauses and her eyes widen slightly.

"Hello, brother," she pants. She walks down the stairs and faces her brother. "You cheated... Again."

Suddenly, Lucifer appears behind her and stabs her with a spear. Amara gasps and looks down at the blade coming out of her stomach.

"No!" Dean yells.

He lunges at the archangel but Sam holds his brother back. Lucifer yanks the blade out and Amara crashes to the ground. Some of the wounds glow blue as your magic works to heal her, but this is different than a scratch from a knife. This is powerful magic deep in her body. Lucifer raises the blade to strike again but Chuck holds up a hand.

"Ah! Son..."

Lucifer pulls the blade back, and Dean looks at Chuck with a teary gaze.

"Get her out of my wife! Now!"

Chuck looks back at his sister and sighs. "I'm sorry. For this... For everything."

"An apology at last." She breathes heavily. "What's sorry to me? I spent billions of years crammed into that cage alone and afraid—" Dean closes his eyes and tries not to break down at the sound of his broken wife. He has to remind himself it's not you. "—wishing, begging for death because of you! What was my crime, brother?"

He kneels to be on her level. "The world needed to be born, and you wouldn't let me! Amara, you give me no choice."

"That's your story. Not mine. The real reason you banished me, why I couldn't be allowed to exist you couldn't stand it. Yeah, we're equals. We weren't great or powerful because we stood only in relation to each other. Do you think you made the archangels to bring light? No. You made them to create lesser beings, to make you large." She struggles to her feet. "To make you Lord. It was ego! You wanted to be big!"

"That's true," he stands as well, "but it isn't the whole truth. There's a value, a glory in creation that's greater and truer than my pride or my ego. Call it grace, call it being! Whatever it is, it didn't come from my hands. It was there waiting to be born. It just is, as you and I just were. Since you've been freed, I know that you've seen it." He glances at Dean. "Felt it."

She looks at Dean who cries silently for his wife. "It didn't have to be like this. I loved you, brother." Chuck looks remorseful because, despite it all, he does feel pain for her. He loves her. "Well, you've won again. Finish it. Kill me."

"I'm sorry," Chuck whispers.

Two seconds pass before Amara gasps in pain. She looks around, horrified, before looking down at the Mark that burns brightly on her shoulder. Dean jumps forward but Sam is quick to hold him back. Sam groans and falls to his knees as the Mark starts to be transferred to him.

"No! You promised me, Chuck! You promised!" Dean yells, his voice cracking.

"This is how it has to be. I'm sorry."

"No! No!" Amara wails. "No! Not again!!" She lunges forward and grabs Chuck by the throat tightly. "Not ever again!"

With her and your power, she lifts Chuck so that he's hovering in midair. Lucifer yells and charges after her, but Amara turns her head with a deadly glare. She sends a blast of magic at him, and he flies back into a support pillar.

"Goodbye, nephew."

Your blue magic encases his body, and she pulls Lucifer from Castiel with a single thought. Lucifer yells out before being expelled, and Castiel slumps against the pillar, out cold. Dean runs at her but she blasts him back with your magic. Amara turns back to Chuck with a glare.

"I'd die a million times and murder you a million more before going back there!" The Mark fades from Sam's arm and returns back on Amara's shoulder. "Tell me, if you won't change, why should I?"

Blue magic with black smoke swirling around it breaks through the ground.

"Amara, no!" Dean gasps.

The blue and black magic pierce Chuck's side and he cries out in pain. What's left behind is a patch of bright light. The tendrils keep hitting Chuck from all angles until bright light is the only thing that's left. Chuck shines brightly until it explodes, and he falls to the ground, unmoving.

"No, Amara, what have you done?" Dean grunts.

"He's dead. God's dead," Sam gasps.

"No." She turns to face him, all of her injuries are healed. "He's dying. My brother will dim and fade away into nothing, but not until he sees what comes next. Not until he watches this world, everything he created, everything he loves turns to ash. Welcome to the end."

She disappears in the next second.

You can feel the pain she gives. You can feel what she's doing to others out there. You're still trapped inside your mind, the kids and radio all gone. It's only you left. You've removed the film from over your eyes, thus removing your children. There has to be a way out of here. You over the radio told you to escape, and that's what you've been trying to do.

You walk into the library and pause when you notice all the books on the shelves have been replaced by the same book. Over and over, all you see is a sleek black spine. No words or any indication of what the book is about. You walk over to a shelf and remove one of the books. There is nothing on the front either, and you open to the first page to see a beautiful scripted handwriting inside. You grab another book and open it, the same handwriting but different words are inside.

These are Amara's journals. Her diaries.

If you're going to escape, the answer is in one of these books. It's not as simple as telling her to leave. You want to say the words, but you can't. Something is holding you back from saying it. You grab a handful of books and place them on the library table, picking up the first one to go through.

All I ever wanted was to be equal to my brother. What does he do? He locks me away like a petulant child. I don't know where I am., All I know is that I'm alone. It's cold. It's dark. There is no light. What did I do to deserve this? What did I ever do to him? I thought he loved me. It was supposed to be us, it's always been us. There's not much to do here, so I guess I'll just sit in the corner and think about why my brother doesn't love me anymore.

You grab another journal and flip through the pages.

I wonder what the universe looks like right now. I don't know how long I've been locked away, but it has to be millions of years. Easily. The longer I spend in here, the more I'm... confused. I still don't know what I've done to deserve being locked away. All I ever wanted was to coincide with my brother. Are there planets? People? Stars? How much longer do I have to be alone to be able to experience that?

You skip a few journals and grab the next, going through the pages quickly.

I've decided to create my very own bloodline. Despite what my brother thinks, I still have power in here. It's not a lot, but I've let some power seep through the edge and influence Earth and her inhabitants. If and when I get out of here, whenever that may be, I'll need someone very powerful to hold me. Sapphire Witch, I'll call her. I like that. They'll be so powerful, more than any witch on the planet. They'll be mine to use.

You knew she created her own line of succession, but reading about it gives you chills. Still, you haven't found anything that will help you get out of here. Most of the journals are filled with anger, rage, and sadness. The five stages of depression but never acceptance. She doesn't accept what has happened to her. She never did.

You go through each and every journal and read each and every word. There is one journal left, and you have a feeling it's the one you've been looking for.

All I've ever wanted was a family. I had my brother and I thought that was enough. It wasn't for him. He needed more. Suddenly, I wasn't what he needed. He tossed me to the side and found something better. What if I did that to him? I loved him with my whole heart, yet that still wasn't enough for him.

I long for a family to call my own. To count on someone knowing they're going to be there 100% of the time. To know they want me, too. Am I ever going to be enough?

You close the journal and lean back. All Amara ever wanted was a family. Her brother betrayed her so she lashed out of hurt, not anger. She's so hurt because she loves him so much. Now you know what to do. It's something you've never done before, so you don't know if it will work.

You have to try, though. You have the power to accomplish what no other Sapphire Witch has ever done. There is only one way you're going to win. There's only one solution.

You're going to have to give her something you know she won't be able to refuse.

A new vessel.

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

We Happy Few: Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.7k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Summary: Sam, Dean, Chuck, and Lucifer enlist the help of demons, angels, and witches to finally take down Amara. It doesn't go quite according to plan. You, however, finally have a solution to breaking through her spell. It's going to take every ounce of power you have.

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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Three teams. Three different goals. Lucifer returns to Heaven, Sam with Chuck's help, searches out Rowena, and Dean enters Crowley's domain at the asylum. Crowley is sitting on his throne drinking a glass of the best bottle of whiskey. He goes to take another sip when he feels Dean's presence in the room.

"Stealing my moves, Dean?" Dean walks out from behind a pillar. "Let me guess. You got Lucifer back in the fold. He snapped you here."

"No, it wasn't Lucifer."

Dean walks over to Crowley and plucks the glass from his hands before he can take another sip.

"Ah-ah-ah! It's time to sober up. You smell like a Dumpster outside the Liquor Barn."

"What's this? Concern for me? I appreciate your attempts at bro-mantic rekindling, but I think we both agree that the ship has sailed."

"That's not what this is about. We need your help. Now, you can sit on the sidelines and watch the world die, or you can fight." Crowley considers it but he doesn't respond. "You know, to be king again, maybe you need to remember how to be a soldier."

"What's the plan?" Dean tells him the plan. "It's suicide."

Crowley might have agreed but the angels are a little less than forgiving now that Lucifer is back in Heaven. They follow him with angel blades in their hands, and he walks over to yet another angry group holding more angel blades.

"And here I thought I had made real inroads with you guys."

"You thought wrong, Serpent."

"Serpent," Lucifer chuckles.

"We loathe you. We'll always loathe you."

"I came here to ask a good-faith favor of you folks, but as you are clearly less than kindly disposed, perhaps you'll lend an ear to my very own Jiminy Cricket. Hmm?"

Lucifer hunches over and allows Castiel to come forward. The angel, having heard everything that's going on, looks at his brothers and sisters.

"Hello, brothers and sisters."

"Castiel?"

"It's me."

"Do you think we see any daylight between you and the Adversary? Let's hear it from Him."

"In good time. Do I have your support?"

"I can't even look at you, Castiel. You befouled yourself with the Deceiver," a female angel scoffs.

"Every second that I've spent subordinating myself to Lucifer, it's been a torment. It's destroying me, it's burning through my vessel, but I would do it all over again because through me, he and God, will defeat the Darkness. That's my role in this fight. It's God's fight. You can play a part in that fight too, if you join me."

He explains the plan just as Dean did for Crowley.

"That's a very simple plan."

"I know."

Two down, one more to go. Rowena and another witch are located so far off the map, but Chuck is able to find her easily. Rowena must be getting ready for a spell because she's putting ingredients onto the table.

"We've got the owl feather and the yarrow root."

"Check and check," says the other witch, Clea.

"Jaw of a pig?"

"Check," Sam says.

Rowena rolls her eyes and faces Sam. "What are you doing here, Giant? Give it!"

"Not until we've talked."

"You walked right into a powerful coven—"

"Ah, takes three for a coven," Clea interrupts.

"—witches' den without a weapon," Rowena corrects herself. "I'll turn you into a moose. An actual moose."

"You can't."

"Read his aura. He's under some potent protection. Never seen that before." Clea shrugs. "Hear the man out."

"What do you want?" Rowena grits out.

"We need you. So, we're gonna play the God card."

"God's back?" She laughs. "You've tricked me before, Samuel. Why would I believe a word you say?"

"It would explain that aura of protection. That's not regular magic."

"Clea, dear, is this how it's going to be with us in Crete?" She rolls her eyes. "Even if God's back, why would I care? Hello, pagan here. I serve magic, not God." She snatches the jawbone from Sam. "Sorry. Not interested."

"I am." Rowena stares at her. "What?" Clea reaches for the cross on her neck. "I can't serve both?"

"No."

"Ro, you brought me a plan to escape. This here's an opportunity to fight and win."

"She's right," Sam says.

"Nobody's talking to you, Big and Tall."

"I can enlist others. Sister witches."

"You're mad. We don't stand a chance against Amara!"

"Rowena, honey?" Cla reaches for some tarot cards and pulls out a sun card. "There is a chance."

Sam tells them both the plan and Rowena has to admit that it's not that bad of a plan.

"It's simple and bordering on insane."

"So, are you in?"

The only way Amara is going to find out where her brother is is if she enlists the help of one of his prophets. She finds Donatello easily since he's connected to her. She's the one who gave him the all-seeing eye. Donatello is reading peacefully in his home when he's overcome with loud screeching. He drops the book and shouts in pain. Amara appears and blasts him back with your magic.

"No! Please! I don't know anything. I've only been a prophet for three days!"

She kneels in front of him. "You know where he is."

"I won't tell you."

"You won't have to." She grabs both sides of Donatello's face and opens her mouth. His soul travels up his body and into Amara's. She breathes in his essence and smirks. "Kansas. The Bunker."

Sam and Dean, along with Chuck's help, have put the warding back up to keep someone like Amara out. She conjures a big ball of blue magic and sends it flying toward the Bunker. The magic crackles and attacks the warding on the Bunker. It shines brightly before being burned off completely. She disappears from the outside and reappears on the inside right on top of the war table. She looks around the silent Bunker. They're not here but he was here earlier. She notices a mug on the table and scoffs when she sees WORLD'S GREATEST DAD on it. She angrily kicks it off the table, and it shatters on the ground.

Not even the kids are dogs are here. Dean must have moved them knowing they were probably going to get caught in the war. She wouldn't have let them get hurt. She made a promise to you, and she doesn't go back on her promises.

She jumps down from the table and starts searching the Bunker for... what? She's not sure but something is calling her to one of the rooms. If they're not here, then where is her pesky brother?

They can't certainly make a plan in the comfort of the Bunker knowing Amara is going to breach the surface sooner or later, so they had to move the party elsewhere. Plus, the ambush they're planning needs more room than the Bunker allows. Sam found an abandoned power plant on the border of Kansas and Colorado.

Rowena is the last one to arrive, and the King of Hell and the archangel are already going at each other's throats.

"I don't hold grudges. Besides, that dog collar was a lovely touch, really made my eyes pop. Almost wore it here today," Crowley smirks.

"Oh, I'm glad you're such a good sport." Lucifer notices Rowena who slows her walk. "Hey, Red. Looking gorgeous as ever. Hey, I think a little apology is in order."

"You think you're the first man to try and kill me?" Crowley rolls his eyes. "Hello, Fergus."

"Mother."

A bright light protrudes from the middle of the room and then Chuck appears standing on the table overlooking everyone else.

"Hello, my children."

The only ones that are shocked are Rowena and Crowley having never met Chuck before.

"Him?" Crowley scoffs.

"Rowena. Crowley. It's good to finally meet you in person."

Rowena pushes her way to the front. "Sorry about, well, everything I've ever done in my life. Really, you can't have been a fan."

"Oh, yeah, I've been quietly rooting against you both for some time now. Although, I can't deny you're one of my guilty pleasures."

"Oh, God," she giggles.

"Oh, God," Crowley scoffs.

"Alright, no flirting and no fighting. No deals, either. No talks about who is owed what if we survive this. Nobody likes each other. It doesn't matter."

"We only have the fight ahead," Sam adds.

"Amara's looking for me, but I'm warded against her, for now. The second I drop the warding, she'll show. She'll be expecting a fight, and we'll give it to her. Do you have your troops in position?" Rowena raises her hand politely. "Yes, Rowena?"

"Fabulous plan, God, but doesn't this strategy strike anyone as a wee bit un-strategic? Shouldn't we at least try to catch her off guard?"

"Is that sequence set in stone? Demon, angel, witch power? Seems to me that the first response should come from the most disposable force."

"Right!" Lucifer gasps. "Good argument, Doggie. Demons first, it is."

"The weakest should go first. Naturally, that means the witches."

"Enough," Sam growls.

"After all that, it's Lucifer's turn. Physical attack. One-on-one."

"What about Cas?" Dean asks.

"Oh, don't worry. Your pet's safety is my highest concern." Dean glares and Lucifer rolls his eyes. "Trust me, he's on board."

"Once she's been weakened, I will take the Mark back from Amara and use it to seal her away." He looks at Sam. "Are you ready?"

"Yes."

"Wait, what?" Dean asks, shocked.

"God and I talked about this. Someone needs to bear the Mark."

"That should be me. I've had it before. I'm damaged goods."

"Exactly. You've already been tainted. I can't transfer it to you and Y/N is out of the picture. Sam volunteered."

Dean grabs his brother's arm and yanks him away from the group to speak privately.

"First Cas is making kamikaze side plans, and now you? You couldn't have talked to me?"

"We did talk."

"What happens when the Mark turns you psycho? Then what?"

"You lock me up where I can't hurt anyone and you throw away the key."

"Sam, no."

"Dean, you told me you couldn't beat Amara and that it would have to be me. Well, this is it--me." Sam looks at the three supernatural beings and sees they're already arguing with each other. "We talked about this. It's time to do the smart thing."

"What do you expect me to do? Sit by and watch this destroy you?"

"No. We're both in this fight. You're leading this army."

Dean rolls his eyes. "Oh, you mean babysitting the bad guys?" Sam looks at his brother. "Fine. God's plan. Doesn't mean I have to like it."

"It's going to be okay."

The brothers return to the group.

"I will try and remove Amara from Y/N, but I need her weak to do it. That means she needs to endure the attacks of everyone."

"But what if..." Dean stops himself. What would you say if you were here? You'd tell them to do whatever it takes. "Never mind. Carry on."

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

We Happy Few: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.4k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Summary: Sam, Dean, Chuck, and Lucifer enlist the help of demons, angels, and witches to finally take down Amara. It doesn't go quite according to plan. You, however, finally have a solution to breaking through her spell. It's going to take every ounce of power you have.

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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Amara searched the entire Bunker but not a single human or animal was there. Dean did the smart thing by sending his dogs and kids away. She finds herself in your and Dean's shared room that is filled with nothing but pictures of your family. Dean's pictures of his family are tucked away in a chest at the end of the bed while pictures of you and the kids are proudly displayed on the walls.

She opens the chest and finds a picture of Dean when he was younger wrapped in his mother's arms. She sets the photo down and looks at the pictures on the wall. There is one of your mother with you at the park smiling. She remembers your mother. She remembers being in her head, talking to her like she did with you.

Next to that picture is one of all three of your kids in the backyard eating hot dogs that Dean grilled, and Joanna has a streak of ketchup on her cheek. Another is of Maryann when she was born, even in the incubator she was kept in for two months. Another is of Joanna in your arms after you gave birth to her.

She reaches up and touches the picture of all three of your kids delicately.

No harm will come to them. I promise. Amara is about to move on when she feels a presence in the air. A familiar one.

"Hello, Amara."

"Hello, witch. How did you find me?"

"I've been inside your head once before. Easy enough to find my way back. I take it you're still looking for God? Well, I'm with him right now."

Amara doesn't waste time and follows Rowena's betrayal. Rowena steps outside of the power plant alone only to see Amara standing next to an abandoned white car.

"He's here."

"Yes." She points to the door. "Right inside." Amara walks toward Rowena but the witch blocks her path. "I went out on a limb for you--betrayed God, of all people."

"You didn't betray God. You betrayed me." Rowena freezes. "I knew this was a trap the moment you called. I didn't care. All I've ever wanted is a one-on-one with my brother, and you've just given it to me. The question is how am I going to repay you?" Rowena steps back and yells something in Latin before sending purple lightning at Amara. The primordial being smirks and allows her to continue until she is spent. "That tickled. Do you really think the power of one witch can hurt me?"

"I'm not just one witch."

Rowena chants the same thing and sends a more powerful lightning strike at Amara. This time, Clea and three other witches back in their tiny cottage use their combined powers on a voodoo doll that looks like Amara. All that plus Rowena, is enough to actually scuff Amara. The lightning hits her and she backs up in shock. She groans in pain as the magic affects the way she looks. Parts of her skin become charred and several cuts appear on her arms.

Amara uses your magic's capability of absorbing Rowena's magic, and she sends the purple bolt at Rowena. The witch flies back several feet, and the power is strong enough to affect the four witches in the cottage. Purple magic blasts into the chests of all four witches, and it burns out their eyes. After all is said and done, they sit there, dead with no eyes.

Rowena looks up in fear at Amara.

"Points for trying."

One down, two to go. Thunder crackles in the sky, and Amara looks up at the storm clouds quickly forming. The clouds cave in to form a hole, and bright light protrudes from it. It's the angels' turn now, and Amara outstretches her arms widely. A powerful white beam shoots down to Earth and over Amara. She screams in agony but even they aren't a match for her. The whole ordeal shakes the entire building, and Lucifer looks around the falling dust knowing his brothers and sisters are out there right now fighting.

The white beam disappears but the attack isn't over yet. It's the demons' turn now. Amara's skin has more black spots now, more cuts adorn her arms, and she's starting to grow weak. Demons pour in from all sides and rush at Amara, and she swats them away like the bugs she thinks they are.

"No! Get back!" she shouts.

The demons surround her, poking and nudging her. They start to lift her into the air, and her eyes shine bright blue with your magic. Every single light, including the ones inside sparks and explodes. Blue magic shoots out of her hands and into some of the demons, killing them. She lessens their numbers by using your magic to kill them but they keep coming, clearly overwhelming her.

Crowley walks out of the power plant and exits his meat suit to join the fight. Among the black smoke and the bright blue magic is dark red smoke. He gains distance only to slam as hard as he can into Amara. She goes flying out of the demons' grasp into the white car on the ground. It crushes against her weight, and she falls to the ground.

Her entire body is covered with cuts, including on her face. Her skin darkens with bruising and charred skin. She gets up on shaky legs and stumbles her way into the power plant. Dean's mouth opens and tears well in his eyes at the sight of his beloved wife looking so broken and bruised. He takes a step to you but Sam holds him back.

She looks at Sam and then Dean only to land on Chuck. She pauses and her eyes widen slightly.

"Hello, brother," she pants. She walks down the stairs and faces her brother. "You cheated... Again."

Suddenly, Lucifer appears behind her and stabs her with a spear. Amara gasps and looks down at the blade coming out of her stomach.

"No!" Dean yells.

He lunges at the archangel but Sam holds his brother back. Lucifer yanks the blade out and Amara crashes to the ground. Some of the wounds glow blue as your magic works to heal her, but this is different than a scratch from a knife. This is powerful magic deep in her body. Lucifer raises the blade to strike again but Chuck holds up a hand.

"Ah! Son..."

Lucifer pulls the blade back, and Dean looks at Chuck with a teary gaze.

"Get her out of my wife! Now!"

Chuck looks back at his sister and sighs. "I'm sorry. For this... For everything."

"An apology at last." She breathes heavily. "What's sorry to me? I spent billions of years crammed into that cage alone and afraid—" Dean closes his eyes and tries not to break down at the sound of his broken wife. He has to remind himself it's not you. "—wishing, begging for death because of you! What was my crime, brother?"

He kneels to be on her level. "The world needed to be born, and you wouldn't let me! Amara, you give me no choice."

"That's your story. Not mine. The real reason you banished me, why I couldn't be allowed to exist you couldn't stand it. Yeah, we're equals. We weren't great or powerful because we stood only in relation to each other. Do you think you made the archangels to bring light? No. You made them to create lesser beings, to make you large." She struggles to her feet. "To make you Lord. It was ego! You wanted to be big!"

"That's true," he stands as well, "but it isn't the whole truth. There's a value, a glory in creation that's greater and truer than my pride or my ego. Call it grace, call it being! Whatever it is, it didn't come from my hands. It was there waiting to be born. It just is, as you and I just were. Since you've been freed, I know that you've seen it." He glances at Dean. "Felt it."

She looks at Dean who cries silently for his wife. "It didn't have to be like this. I loved you, brother." Chuck looks remorseful because, despite it all, he does feel pain for her. He loves her. "Well, you've won again. Finish it. Kill me."

"I'm sorry," Chuck whispers.

Two seconds pass before Amara gasps in pain. She looks around, horrified, before looking down at the Mark that burns brightly on her shoulder. Dean jumps forward but Sam is quick to hold him back. Sam groans and falls to his knees as the Mark starts to be transferred to him.

"No! You promised me, Chuck! You promised!" Dean yells, his voice cracking.

"This is how it has to be. I'm sorry."

"No! No!" Amara wails. "No! Not again!!" She lunges forward and grabs Chuck by the throat tightly. "Not ever again!"

With her and your power, she lifts Chuck so that he's hovering in midair. Lucifer yells and charges after her, but Amara turns her head with a deadly glare. She sends a blast of magic at him, and he flies back into a support pillar.

"Goodbye, nephew."

Your blue magic encases his body, and she pulls Lucifer from Castiel with a single thought. Lucifer yells out before being expelled, and Castiel slumps against the pillar, out cold. Dean runs at her but she blasts him back with your magic. Amara turns back to Chuck with a glare.

"I'd die a million times and murder you a million more before going back there!" The Mark fades from Sam's arm and returns back on Amara's shoulder. "Tell me, if you won't change, why should I?"

Blue magic with black smoke swirling around it breaks through the ground.

"Amara, no!" Dean gasps.

The blue and black magic pierce Chuck's side and he cries out in pain. What's left behind is a patch of bright light. The tendrils keep hitting Chuck from all angles until bright light is the only thing that's left. Chuck shines brightly until it explodes, and he falls to the ground, unmoving.

"No, Amara, what have you done?" Dean grunts.

"He's dead. God's dead," Sam gasps.

"No." She turns to face him, all of her injuries are healed. "He's dying. My brother will dim and fade away into nothing, but not until he sees what comes next. Not until he watches this world, everything he created, everything he loves turns to ash. Welcome to the end."

She disappears in the next second.

You can feel the pain she gives. You can feel what she's doing to others out there. You're still trapped inside your mind, the kids and radio all gone. It's only you left. You've removed the film from over your eyes, thus removing your children. There has to be a way out of here. You over the radio told you to escape, and that's what you've been trying to do.

You walk into the library and pause when you notice all the books on the shelves have been replaced by the same book. Over and over, all you see is a sleek black spine. No words or any indication of what the book is about. You walk over to a shelf and remove one of the books. There is nothing on the front either, and you open to the first page to see a beautiful scripted handwriting inside. You grab another book and open it, the same handwriting but different words are inside.

These are Amara's journals. Her diaries.

If you're going to escape, the answer is in one of these books. It's not as simple as telling her to leave. You want to say the words, but you can't. Something is holding you back from saying it. You grab a handful of books and place them on the library table, picking up the first one to go through.

All I ever wanted was to be equal to my brother. What does he do? He locks me away like a petulant child. I don't know where I am., All I know is that I'm alone. It's cold. It's dark. There is no light. What did I do to deserve this? What did I ever do to him? I thought he loved me. It was supposed to be us, it's always been us. There's not much to do here, so I guess I'll just sit in the corner and think about why my brother doesn't love me anymore.

You grab another journal and flip through the pages.

I wonder what the universe looks like right now. I don't know how long I've been locked away, but it has to be millions of years. Easily. The longer I spend in here, the more I'm... confused. I still don't know what I've done to deserve being locked away. All I ever wanted was to coincide with my brother. Are there planets? People? Stars? How much longer do I have to be alone to be able to experience that?

You skip a few journals and grab the next, going through the pages quickly.

I've decided to create my very own bloodline. Despite what my brother thinks, I still have power in here. It's not a lot, but I've let some power seep through the edge and influence Earth and her inhabitants. If and when I get out of here, whenever that may be, I'll need someone very powerful to hold me. Sapphire Witch, I'll call her. I like that. They'll be so powerful, more than any witch on the planet. They'll be mine to use.

You knew she created her own line of succession, but reading about it gives you chills. Still, you haven't found anything that will help you get out of here. Most of the journals are filled with anger, rage, and sadness. The five stages of depression but never acceptance. She doesn't accept what has happened to her. She never did.

You go through each and every journal and read each and every word. There is one journal left, and you have a feeling it's the one you've been looking for.

All I've ever wanted was a family. I had my brother and I thought that was enough. It wasn't for him. He needed more. Suddenly, I wasn't what he needed. He tossed me to the side and found something better. What if I did that to him? I loved him with my whole heart, yet that still wasn't enough for him.

I long for a family to call my own. To count on someone knowing they're going to be there 100% of the time. To know they want me, too. Am I ever going to be enough?

You close the journal and lean back. All Amara ever wanted was a family. Her brother betrayed her so she lashed out of hurt, not anger. She's so hurt because she loves him so much. Now you know what to do. It's something you've never done before, so you don't know if it will work.

You have to try, though. You have the power to accomplish what no other Sapphire Witch has ever done. There is only one way you're going to win. There's only one solution.

You're going to have to give her something you know she won't be able to refuse.

A new vessel.

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