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The Bad Seed: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.4k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst, feeling broken and utterly helpless to the point of depression, wanting to die

Summary: You're on the hunt for Rowena for her to fix whatever she did to Castiel. The kids are back home where they belong, but you're not sure if you're fully home yet. If you're going to start to fully heal, you're going to need outside help.

Season Eleven Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

She stays in the backseat of the Impala while you and Dean are up front. Castiel can't fly with broken wings, so he must not have gotten far. Without a car, there are only so many places he could have gone on foot. Dean made sure to put a GPS locator on his phone, so that's what he's tracking.

"It's so absurd, driving in circles looking for your unhinged angel," Rowena scoffs.

"We're not driving in circles. We're locked onto his phone's GPS. We're tracking his location."

"I have no idea what you just said, but I'm sure I could do it faster."

"Maybe you could but you'd have to do a spell which means we'd have to take the cuffs off, and we're not going to take them off."

"There's no trust? Are we not a team?"

"No!" you and Dean say at the same time.

You think she'd shut her mouth but three seconds later, she opens it right back up.

"You wouldn't think a road trip with two such strapping folks could be this tedious. Shall we have a wee sing-song?"

"No!" you and Dean say at the same time again.

"I have only myself to blame. I should never make deals with Winchesters since they seem unable to hold up their end of the bargain."

"Meaning what?"

"Oh, nothing. Just that thing between Sam, Crowley, and myself."

"What? What are you talking about?" you ask and look at her.

"Oh, surely, you know Sam made a deal with me to kill my son if I removed the Mark of Cain from both of you. Is the Mark gone? Yes. Is Crowley dead? No. Oh, I'm sorry. I should have known you wouldn't know anything about it, Y/N. You were too busy killing your way to your children. Or so I heard," she smirks. "Dean, on the other hand, I expected to know."

You put your elbow on the lip of the window and press your fingers to your temple. You knew it was a bad idea to jump back into things this early on. You're not ready. You're not ready to do this because you need to heal yourself first.

"I know what you're thinking. Your wee pal Castiel wouldn't be in this pickle if Samuel had done what he'd promised. I would've had no reason to cast the attack dog spell if Crowley were already dead."

The car falls into silence, and Dean continues to track Castiel. Suddenly, he stops and you look at him and his phone.

"Did he stop?"

"Yeah. He's close." You get out of the car, grab Rowena's arm, and pull her out of the car harshly. She knocks into your body with a gasp but you ignore her. "Alright, he's gotta be around here somewhere. I'll head up the street and you guys head the other way."

Dean knows that even in your state, you'd be able to take Rowena on. You hope it doesn't have to come to it but you'll be prepared for it if it does. Dean takes a gun out of his jacket and hands it to you just in case you aren't able to use your magic. The gun is riddled with witch-killing bullets which is your back up plan.

"Come on," you say and yank her along.

"Are you joking? I'm in heels."

"Shut up unless you're spoken to," you growl.

You know he's inside this closed warehouse so you walk with Rowena around to the back. You enter through a side door and head inside, already hearing the choked screams of a young woman. You round the corner and see Castiel with his hands wrapped around a young woman's throat with the intent to kill her. Dean enters moments later and tries to defuse the situation.

"Cas! Cas! Don't do this. Okay, this isn't you. It's the spell. You can beat this. Cas... Let her go." Castiel looks at his friend and has enough strength to listen. He lets the woman go and she stumbles back with a cough. "Go! Go, go, go." The woman immediately runs off with tears streaming down her face, and Castiel turns to Dean angrily. "Hey. Okay, okay. It's gonna be okay, buddy."

Castiel lunges at your husband and starts attacking him. He throws Dean into the chained link fence behind him and grabs the collar of his shirt. He repeatedly punches Dean in the face as if that will satiate the spell in him. You immediately remove the handcuffs off Rowena and press the barrel of the gun into the side of her head.

"Do it," you order.

"Desiste!"

Castiel immediately stops the assault on Dean and looks at Rowena. You press the gun deeper into her head and she scowls at you.

"Do I need to remind you these are witch-killing bullets? Finish it!" you shout.

"Fine," she sighs. "Adlevo onus tuum."

Castiel starts seizing immediately and falls to the ground in a fit of coughs. Dean, despite the blood on his face, crawls over to his friend.

"Cas? Cas? Hey." Castiel opens his eyes which are free of blood. He seems to be normal. "Come on. Come on." He helps him sit up. "Are you okay?"

"Permitte telum!" The gun in your hands flies out of your grip. "Abi!"

You go flying into a stack of boxes and you cry out in pain. Dean gets up and starts running at Rowena who casts another spell. The roller door that separates the workshop to the rest of the warehouse closes and locks before you, leaving her separate from everyone else. Dean stops running and goes over to you to help you up.

"I'm sure you had every intention of honoring our deal, but why take chances?"

She smirks and leaves, free of the iron shackles. Castiel is fixed. That was the most important thing to do. Yes, Rowena got away but Castiel is fixed. That was something you should have done yourself. Will you ever be okay again? With Rowena in the wind, you have no choice but to go back to the Bunker and figure out the next steps.

You wake up early the next morning and sip your coffee silently in the library. A couple of hours later, Sam and Dean come walking in. Bruises have set on Dean's face since he refused to let Castiel heal him of his injuries. Sam tosses an ice pack to his brother who then puts it on the damaged side. Castiel walks in with a solemn look on his face.

"Dean, I... There aren't words," the angel sighs.

"You're right. There aren't words, Cas, because there's no need. You were under a spell. It's fine."

"Yeah, but you had Rowena. Because of me, she's gone."

"We've got the codex. That's a start," Sam says. "It'll slow Rowena down some. If we'd killed her, the Book of the Damned would've been lost."

"Besides, we got bigger fish to fry."

"The Darkness. What does she want?"

"The big question is, where the hell is she?"

Castiel gestures to the wounds on Dean's face. "Dean I can fix that."

"No, it's fine. Besides, I had it coming."

"Castiel." All three men look at you. "Please heal him because I can't and I hate seeing my husband in pain." Dean can't argue with that logic and allows the angel to heal his wounds. Your phone rings and you see there is a message from Molly. "She's here. Castiel, can you stay? I think it's best if she meets you, too."

"Sure," he nods.

You walk to the front door and open it to reveal a young beautiful woman. She has straight light blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and is very fit-looking. She can't be more than five-foot-three but you can tell she is a good person. Maybe it's the witch in you or the mother but you feel like she's a good one.

"Molly?"

"Yes, you must be Y/N."

"Yeah. Come on in." She steps into the Bunker and gasps at the interior. She has never seen something like this before in all her years of doing this but she's not going to let it stop her. You lead her down the stairs and into the library where Sam, Dean, and Castiel are. "Molly, this is my husband, Dean, and his brother, Sam. This is Castiel, a family friend."

"Hi, it's nice to meet you," she smiles.

"Castiel is an angel. From Heaven. You should know that if you decide to take the job."

"Wow, I've never met an angel before. I heard they were real but those were just rumors."

"Please, sit." She sits across from all four of you at one of the tables. "So, I should first tell you that we're not your normal hunting family."

"Yes, I've heard of the Winchesters. Everyone knows who you are. I know the trouble you guys get into, and I know about the Sapphire Witch. Now, those were rare rumors. Once I saw your post, I had to do some research. Not everyone believes you're real."

"We deal with shit that's not normal like the Scribe of God and the Darkness and even God himself. If you're looking for a family that hunts vampires and werewolves, you're not gonna see it here." You look at Dean who shrugs. "I'm not saying it to scare her. It's fact."

"Don't worry, I don't scare easy," she chuckles. "You want the best for your children, right? I am here to provide that for you while you fight the Darkness and God himself."

"Can you tell us a little bit about yourself? How long you've been doing this? Why did you start doing this?" you ask and lean back in your seat.

"I have eight sisters and one brother who all came from hunters. My parents are lifelong hunters as well as their parents. Our lives growing up were... hard to say the least. My parents had to hunt and take care of all nine of us. Now, my brother is a hunter, and my sisters and I are able to give other families what we never had. Security and stability. I think hunting is noble and a necessity, so I watch kids so that their parents can hunt without worrying about them. My sisters and I travel the country to families who need us."

"That's... I admire that," you smile.

"Thank you."

"So, if you want this job, you will be living here with us. There are plenty of spare bedrooms that you can choose from, but that doesn't mean I want you to feel suffocated here. If you want to hang out with friends or a boyfriend, I encourage you to do so. There'll be times when we can take the kids hunting or one of us can be here.

"You'll be responsible for taking the kids to and from school and taking care of them when we're out. Sometimes, we're out for days at a time, the longest has been a week. I know they'll make friends, and I'm okay with them having playdates and stuff like that. However, we need to know about it before hand.

"There is also a backyard I have created. Yes, created. There is a magical dome around the backyard that I feel is safe for my kids to play in. They know the limits so I'd feel comfortable if you left them alone in there. It's not visible from the street and no monsters can get in there so you'll be safe, as well. It's in ruins right now but I'll fix it soon."

Dean doesn't look at you when you mention the backyard. He knows he fucked it up and doesn't comment on it.

"I've been doing this since I was eighteen, and I'm twenty-nine now. I know the stipulations that come with the job. In fact, I just got done with another family so I am ready to give this my all."

You look at Dean who doesn't seem like he is fully on board with this.

"Can you give us a few minutes?" you ask.

"Sure. I need to call my sister, anyway."

She gets up and heads into the war room, and you turn to face your husband. He doesn't look like he is fully on board with this, and you're not going to force him into anything.

"What do you guys think?" you ask.

"I think it's a smart choice to make," Castiel says.

"I think you should do whatever is easier for you. I'll get on board if everyone else is," Sam says.

"Dean?"

"Will this really help you?"

"I'd like to think it will. If it doesn't, then we tell her to leave. We have the money. I told you when I first got pregnant with Joanna that I would not raise my kids the way John raised us. If they want to hunt, they will do so after they graduate high school. They need an education. This cycle needs to stop with us."

"Okay, I trust you. Hire her."

"Molly, you can come back in now," you call out. She ends the call with her sister and walks back into the library. "Would you like to meet the kids? I think we'd benefit from you being here. You're not allergic to dogs, are you?"

"No, I'm not. Thank you for allowing me into your home," she smiles widely. "How long do you need me for?"

"As long as you'll stay, I guess. How long were you with your last family?"

"Three years. They were forced to stop hunting due to an injury. I'm ready to give you three years or more if you need it."

"We'll touch base every few months."

You bring the kids from their bedrooms with both dogs trailing behind you. Maryann is immediately shy and buries her head in your neck, Noah stays by your side, and Joanna waves happily at Molly.

"Kids, this is Molly. She will be living here with us and taking care of you when we go on hunts. She'll be taking you to and from school."

"Hi, I'm Joanna but you can call me Jo," she smiles. She bounces over to Molly and hugs her. "We're gonna be best friends!"

"Hi, Jo," she grins.

"This shy girl is Maryann. Mary is just fine if you want. She's a little shy but she'll warm up to you in no time." You smooth down her hair and kiss her temple. "This is Noah, my son."

"I don't need anyone taking care of me," he says.

"Noah," you hiss and he sighs. "Sorry."

"No, it's fine. Noah, I'm only here to help and give your parents some ease. They can do their job better knowing you're safe."

Noah doesn't say anything to that but looks away. Both dogs approach Molly and sniff around her to get used to her scent.

"The Rottweiler is Zeus and the German Shepard is Colonel. They're very protective of the kids but they're huge sweethearts. They don't bite and are very good at listening."

"Don't worry, we had four dogs growing up," she chuckles and scratches behind Colonel's ear once he allows it.

You think this is going to be good for you and your family. While Molly takes care of your kids, you can finally start to take care of yourself no matter how long it takes.

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The Bad Seed: Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst, feeling broken and utterly helpless to the point of depression, wanting to die

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

"Come on, Crowley, pick up," Dean growls. He calls him again and shakes his head. "I've left him a dozen messages. Why isn't he answering the phone?"

"Because he's a dick, and that's not breaking news."

"He's gotta have Rowena in his sights, right? I mean, she did try to take him out."

"He's not gonna deliver Rowena to us just so she can lift the spell. He'd rather let it do whatever it's gonna do to me," Castiel sighs.

Again, another pang of guilt hits your chest.

"He's gotta be up to something."

"Again, that's not breaking news. Metatron is also off the grid. He stole your car in Blaine, Missouri, right?" Sam asks.

"Yeah."

"There haven't been reports of any accidents, incidents, violations, or anything remotely interesting involving a shitty '78 Continental Mark V."

"You think it's shitty?" Castiel sighs. Sam and Dean shrug and Castiel looks away. "He's been a shut-in for centuries. You wouldn't think he would be a good driver."

"You know what? I'll look for unusual occurrences at places he might hang out. Know of anywhere that might be?"

"I mean, he loves waffles. You could try places that have those."

"Okay, so, every restaurant in the entire country." Castiel groans and falls off the chair onto the ground. "Cas?"

The angel grunts out in pain like an animal but you stay seated where you are. There is no way you can go over to Castiel knowing you can't help him. You want to help him but you don't know how. The other you... dark you... knew how to do it. You're afraid of using magic like hers because you might turn into her again and there is no way in Hell you'll ever do that again.

"Cas? Hey. Are you okay?" Sam asks and helps him back into the chair.

"Relative to what?"

"Do you know where you are? What's the date?"

"Earth. Several billion years from the beginning. It's like I was inside a blender that was set to purée for a tomato salsa."

"Let me guess, you're the tomato?"

"In this analogy, yes."

Castiel takes several deep breaths and leans back in his chair.

"Cas, what was that? You scared the shit out of us," Sam sighs.

"I blacked out for a lot of it, but I don't know. It overwhelmed me. I couldn't control it."

"Damn. We gotta find that witch."

You can't help but let a single tear fall because of how much you're hurting. You hate that you can't help your friend.

"What can I do to help?" Castiel asks.

"No, you just sit there and take a breather. You know, try and put yourself back together."

"Okay. I'll do my best. It's difficult with these voices."

"Now there are voices?"

"Are these voices telling you to hurt someone?" Dean asks.

"No, I'm hearing angel radio. It's a lot of chatter. They've been looking for me ever since I escaped, as well as scouring the Earth for the perp. It's slang for 'perpetrator'." Sam and Dean chuckle at his joke but you stay silent. "They're doubling the effort to find Metatron so if we need to get hold of him, better do it soon."

"Yeah, before the God Squad does. Alright, well, first things first. We gotta fix you."

Sam takes out his phone when it pings a notification, and he immediately scrolls through the police chatter he set up.

"Check this out. There might be something here. In Denver, three women were at Café Elta when their waiter, for no apparent reason, stabbed and killed one of them. One survived and the third vanished after furniture seemed to slide around by itself. Who do you think that could be?"

"Let's go."

Three dots appear next to Molly's name which means she is responding to your private message. They disappear only to return seconds later.

Molly: Yes! I am free tomorrow if you'd like to meet.

You: Great. I appreciate it. I'll be home all day tomorrow so just let me know when you're on your way.

You give her the address to the Bunker along with your phone number before logging out of the chat. You look at Castiel whose eyes seem to be getting darker in color. He's more agitated and you don't trust the kids to stay here with him.

"We're bringing the kids." You get up and approach Castiel. "If you hurt my dogs, I will hurt you."

"I won't," he promises.

After getting the kids ready, you all take the nearly six-hour drive to Denver. Noah is happy to come along but you don't tell them that you didn't want them staying with Castiel when he's in that state. The only survivor of the terrible incident is sitting in the interrogation room when you get to the police station, and Sam and Dean take the lead while you stay back with your kids. You keep them in the room with Sam and Dean but keep them in the corner so they don't interfere. Noah is watching with wide eyes, eager to know the ins and outs of interrogating someone.

"So, ladies lunch goes south when a waiter who reeks of sulfur attacks with a blade, killing one of you, while the redhead who invited you yells something in Latin, disappears, and the furniture forms a pile. That about right?" Dean explains.

"Yup."

"Any idea why a demon would wanna attack three witches?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," she stutters.

"Right. The waiter was possessed by a demon assassin who was gunning for Rowena since she tried to kill her son Crowley, who just so happens to be the King of Hell."

"Why do I think you're not FBI like the police said?"

"Okay, let's cut to it. The cops say that you're so scared that you don't wanna leave here. Well, you should be because Crowley is not only going after Rowena, he's going after every witch that she hangs with."

"I'm not a witch," she shakes her head.

"Sure you are. Your pal, Rowena, is recruiting a new coven, right?"

She gets up to leave but Sam and Dean are quicker than she is. She clutches her bag which Dean yanks from her and tosses it to Sam. She immediately sits back down just as Sam dumps the contents of her purse onto the table.

"You can't do this. I have rights!"

"I have a fake badge," Dean rolls his eyes.

"Look at this. Chicken bones. Hex bags. A pentagram. Still sticking with not a witch, huh?" Sam chuckles.

The witch starts to chant something and Dean walks over to her and grips her throat not tight enough to hurt her but enough to cut off her chanting.

"Listen, before you finish what you're about to say, know that we are the only thing between you and Crowley's ninjas."

"I didn't try to hurt him," she gasps. He lets go of her and she rubs her throat. "I'm nobody. I'm worse than nobody. I'm nobody's third cousin who doesn't even get invited to dinner."

"We don't care. We just need to know where Rowena is."

"I have no idea."

"You do know how to scry, though, right?"

"Scry? What is that?" she asks.

"Exactly what you know it is. A locating spell. You witches use crystals, prisms, and mirrors to divine images of who you're trying to find. We're trying to get our hands on Rowena. Think about it. With her out of the picture, Crowley has no reason to go after you."

"I don't have my crystals," she sighs.

Dean grabs a small cosmetic mirror from her purse and hands it to her.

"This ought to work, yeah?" She takes it and confirms his accusations. "I'll get the light."

Dean turns the light off and she uses the mirror for her spell. The mirror is enough to give her what she's looking for.

"I see her," the witch says. "She's packing a bag."

"Where?" Sam asks.

"The Sunlit Motel. The one down the street. Room 115."

Now that you know where Rowena is, you don't waste time in getting to her. Sam offered to stay in the car with the kids so you and Dean could grab her. Dean paid a taxi driver to allow him to use his car for ten minutes which allowed him to go on a smoke break. He disguises himself in a straw hat, a Hawaiian shirt, and sunglasses so that Rowena doesn't recognize him immediately. She steps out of her room wearing a blonde wig and grabs her only two bags before rushing to the taxi.

"Airport. Be careful with the bags. They're antiquities." She opens the back door of the taxi and looks at Dean. She immediately recognizes him and flings him back with her magic. "Abi!" He goes flying into the wall behind him with a grunt of pain. "This is just my way of giving you the finger, Mr. Winchester. I don't suppose you're here to thank me for removing the Mark of Cain, which, by the way, you're welcome! Let's just take things up a notch. What do you say?"

Before she has a chance to do any more magic on him, you come up behind her and slap iron handcuffs to her wrist. She gasps and you grab the back of her throat in warning.

"I don't think you want to do that," you whisper in her ear. "I might not be the Scarlet Witch anymore but piss me off and I might tap into that magic again. Do not test me."

"I think you'd know by now, Y/N, that these things don't hold me long," she growls.

"It just needs to hold you long enough. Come on."

You yank her by her neck and force her to come with you.

"Well, they do say blondes have more fun."

You bring Rowena back to the Bunker in a separate car since there is no way you'd have her in the same car as your kids. Castiel seems glued to Sam's computer when you get in, and he doesn't even notice when you drag Rowena down to the basement.

"Why don't you go play in your rooms, okay? I'll be right there."

The kids run off to their rooms with both dogs following them. Good boys. Go protect them. Better than I can. You follow the brothers down to the dungeon where Dean is strapping a red-haired Rowena to the chair and Sam is going through her bags.

"Mind the undergarments, Samuel. Imported, of course."

"Where is it?"

"Where is what, dear?"

"The book! The Book of the Damned." He grabs a smaller book from one of her bags. "The codex is in here, but the book is not. Where the hell is it?"

"Do you take me for a fool? Like I'd run around with those two spectacularly powerful items anywhere in proximity."

"Now that we've got the codex and Charlie's code-breaking, the book isn't as useful to you as it was."

You look down in shame when Sam mentions Charlie's name. If you concentrate really hard, you can still hear her screams when you forced her to knife herself.

"Or so you hope," she smirks. "That's what I admire in you, Samuel. That plucky optimism. That plucky, stupid optimism."

"Sam, why don't you go grab Cas so Florence Nightingale here can do her stuff?"

Sam leaves you and Dean alone in the dungeon with Rowena, and Dean sits at the table where her bags are. He plops his feet up on the desk, kicking her bag completely off the table. You stand by the doorway just watching her, and she seems particularly interested in you.

"You do recall our deal, eh? First I de-spell the angel, then I go free," she says to Dean without taking her eyes off you.

"Except for one thing."

"There were no exceptions in our arrangement," she glares at Dean.

"The book. I'm gonna need that baby back."

"The book was never mentioned in our negotiations."

"Now it is."

"Our deal says--"

"Our deal says whatever the fuck we want it to say," you growl and step forward. "You're gonna play by our rules."

"Or what? You'll use your magic on me? Come on, I'm not an idiot. You would have blasted me into next week if you could handle using magic again. The Scarlet Witch must have taken a lot out of you. Going down that dark road has got you scared, doesn't it?"

That shut you right up. You can't say anything to that because it's true. You're terrified to use magic again, and it doesn't help that she knows it. Dean looks at you and sees the ghostly look in your eyes.

"We'll call your son. We've got him on speed dial," Dean says.

"Call him. If I'm dead, you've got a big fat pile of nothing. No book ever, and your friend with the bent halo? He goes foaming-at-the-mouth mad and dies. Your turn!" She grins but Dean stares at her with a deadly glare. "Your eyes... so burdened. What happened precisely when I removed the Mark? The book wasn't specific. Yes, I read quite a bit of it. What new hell has Dean Winchester unleashed upon the world?"

"Shut up," you bite out.

"Dean! Y/N!" Sam rushes back into the dungeon with wide eyes. "I can't find Cas. He's not there. He broke free. He's gone."

"Shit," you curse and rub your arms. "We have to find him but I can't bring the kids with us. They're not safe with Rowena and Castiel."

"I'll stay here and watch them. You two go," Sam offers.

"Are you sure?"

"Let me do this for you. Go. It's okay."

"Let's go," Dean says to the witch.

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queen-of-deans-booty · 2 days ago

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The Bad Seed: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.4k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst, feeling broken and utterly helpless to the point of depression, wanting to die

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

"It's so absurd, driving in circles looking for your unhinged angel," Rowena scoffs.

"We're not driving in circles. We're locked onto his phone's GPS. We're tracking his location."

"I have no idea what you just said, but I'm sure I could do it faster."

"Maybe you could but you'd have to do a spell which means we'd have to take the cuffs off, and we're not going to take them off."

"There's no trust? Are we not a team?"

"No!" you and Dean say at the same time.

You think she'd shut her mouth but three seconds later, she opens it right back up.

"You wouldn't think a road trip with two such strapping folks could be this tedious. Shall we have a wee sing-song?"

"No!" you and Dean say at the same time again.

"I have only myself to blame. I should never make deals with Winchesters since they seem unable to hold up their end of the bargain."

"Meaning what?"

"Oh, nothing. Just that thing between Sam, Crowley, and myself."

"What? What are you talking about?" you ask and look at her.

The car falls into silence, and Dean continues to track Castiel. Suddenly, he stops and you look at him and his phone.

"Did he stop?"

"Come on," you say and yank her along.

"Are you joking? I'm in heels."

"Shut up unless you're spoken to," you growl.

"Do it," you order.

"Desiste!"

Castiel immediately stops the assault on Dean and looks at Rowena. You press the gun deeper into her head and she scowls at you.

"Do I need to remind you these are witch-killing bullets? Finish it!" you shout.

"Fine," she sighs. "Adlevo onus tuum."

Castiel starts seizing immediately and falls to the ground in a fit of coughs. Dean, despite the blood on his face, crawls over to his friend.

"Cas? Cas? Hey." Castiel opens his eyes which are free of blood. He seems to be normal. "Come on. Come on." He helps him sit up. "Are you okay?"

"Permitte telum!" The gun in your hands flies out of your grip. "Abi!"

"I'm sure you had every intention of honoring our deal, but why take chances?"

"Dean, I... There aren't words," the angel sighs.

"You're right. There aren't words, Cas, because there's no need. You were under a spell. It's fine."

"Yeah, but you had Rowena. Because of me, she's gone."

"We've got the codex. That's a start," Sam says. "It'll slow Rowena down some. If we'd killed her, the Book of the Damned would've been lost."

"Besides, we got bigger fish to fry."

"The Darkness. What does she want?"

"The big question is, where the hell is she?"

Castiel gestures to the wounds on Dean's face. "Dean I can fix that."

"No, it's fine. Besides, I had it coming."

"Sure," he nods.

"Molly?"

"Yes, you must be Y/N."

"Hi, it's nice to meet you," she smiles.

"Castiel is an angel. From Heaven. You should know that if you decide to take the job."

"Wow, I've never met an angel before. I heard they were real but those were just rumors."

"Please, sit." She sits across from all four of you at one of the tables. "So, I should first tell you that we're not your normal hunting family."

"Don't worry, I don't scare easy," she chuckles. "You want the best for your children, right? I am here to provide that for you while you fight the Darkness and God himself."

"Can you tell us a little bit about yourself? How long you've been doing this? Why did you start doing this?" you ask and lean back in your seat.

"That's... I admire that," you smile.

"Thank you."

Dean doesn't look at you when you mention the backyard. He knows he fucked it up and doesn't comment on it.

"I've been doing this since I was eighteen, and I'm twenty-nine now. I know the stipulations that come with the job. In fact, I just got done with another family so I am ready to give this my all."

You look at Dean who doesn't seem like he is fully on board with this.

"Can you give us a few minutes?" you ask.

"Sure. I need to call my sister, anyway."

She gets up and heads into the war room, and you turn to face your husband. He doesn't look like he is fully on board with this, and you're not going to force him into anything.

"What do you guys think?" you ask.

"I think it's a smart choice to make," Castiel says.

"I think you should do whatever is easier for you. I'll get on board if everyone else is," Sam says.

"Dean?"

"Will this really help you?"

"Okay, I trust you. Hire her."

"No, I'm not. Thank you for allowing me into your home," she smiles widely. "How long do you need me for?"

"As long as you'll stay, I guess. How long were you with your last family?"

"Three years. They were forced to stop hunting due to an injury. I'm ready to give you three years or more if you need it."

"We'll touch base every few months."

You bring the kids from their bedrooms with both dogs trailing behind you. Maryann is immediately shy and buries her head in your neck, Noah stays by your side, and Joanna waves happily at Molly.

"Kids, this is Molly. She will be living here with us and taking care of you when we go on hunts. She'll be taking you to and from school."

"Hi, I'm Joanna but you can call me Jo," she smiles. She bounces over to Molly and hugs her. "We're gonna be best friends!"

"Hi, Jo," she grins.

"This shy girl is Maryann. Mary is just fine if you want. She's a little shy but she'll warm up to you in no time." You smooth down her hair and kiss her temple. "This is Noah, my son."

"I don't need anyone taking care of me," he says.

"Noah," you hiss and he sighs. "Sorry."

"No, it's fine. Noah, I'm only here to help and give your parents some ease. They can do their job better knowing you're safe."

Noah doesn't say anything to that but looks away. Both dogs approach Molly and sniff around her to get used to her scent.

"The Rottweiler is Zeus and the German Shepard is Colonel. They're very protective of the kids but they're huge sweethearts. They don't bite and are very good at listening."

"Don't worry, we had four dogs growing up," she chuckles and scratches behind Colonel's ear once he allows it.

You think this is going to be good for you and your family. While Molly takes care of your kids, you can finally start to take care of yourself no matter how long it takes.

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queen-of-deans-booty · 2 days ago

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The Bad Seed: Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst, feeling broken and utterly helpless to the point of depression, wanting to die

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

"Come on, Crowley, pick up," Dean growls. He calls him again and shakes his head. "I've left him a dozen messages. Why isn't he answering the phone?"

"Because he's a dick, and that's not breaking news."

"He's gotta have Rowena in his sights, right? I mean, she did try to take him out."

"He's not gonna deliver Rowena to us just so she can lift the spell. He'd rather let it do whatever it's gonna do to me," Castiel sighs.

Again, another pang of guilt hits your chest.

"He's gotta be up to something."

"Again, that's not breaking news. Metatron is also off the grid. He stole your car in Blaine, Missouri, right?" Sam asks.

"Yeah."

"There haven't been reports of any accidents, incidents, violations, or anything remotely interesting involving a shitty '78 Continental Mark V."

"You think it's shitty?" Castiel sighs. Sam and Dean shrug and Castiel looks away. "He's been a shut-in for centuries. You wouldn't think he would be a good driver."

"You know what? I'll look for unusual occurrences at places he might hang out. Know of anywhere that might be?"

"I mean, he loves waffles. You could try places that have those."

"Okay, so, every restaurant in the entire country." Castiel groans and falls off the chair onto the ground. "Cas?"

"Cas? Hey. Are you okay?" Sam asks and helps him back into the chair.

"Relative to what?"

"Do you know where you are? What's the date?"

"Earth. Several billion years from the beginning. It's like I was inside a blender that was set to purée for a tomato salsa."

"Let me guess, you're the tomato?"

"In this analogy, yes."

Castiel takes several deep breaths and leans back in his chair.

"Cas, what was that? You scared the shit out of us," Sam sighs.

"I blacked out for a lot of it, but I don't know. It overwhelmed me. I couldn't control it."

"Damn. We gotta find that witch."

You can't help but let a single tear fall because of how much you're hurting. You hate that you can't help your friend.

"What can I do to help?" Castiel asks.

"No, you just sit there and take a breather. You know, try and put yourself back together."

"Okay. I'll do my best. It's difficult with these voices."

"Now there are voices?"

"Are these voices telling you to hurt someone?" Dean asks.

"Yeah, before the God Squad does. Alright, well, first things first. We gotta fix you."

Sam takes out his phone when it pings a notification, and he immediately scrolls through the police chatter he set up.

"Let's go."

Three dots appear next to Molly's name which means she is responding to your private message. They disappear only to return seconds later.

Molly: Yes! I am free tomorrow if you'd like to meet.

You: Great. I appreciate it. I'll be home all day tomorrow so just let me know when you're on your way.

"We're bringing the kids." You get up and approach Castiel. "If you hurt my dogs, I will hurt you."

"I won't," he promises.

"Yup."

"Any idea why a demon would wanna attack three witches?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," she stutters.

"Right. The waiter was possessed by a demon assassin who was gunning for Rowena since she tried to kill her son Crowley, who just so happens to be the King of Hell."

"Why do I think you're not FBI like the police said?"

"I'm not a witch," she shakes her head.

"Sure you are. Your pal, Rowena, is recruiting a new coven, right?"

"You can't do this. I have rights!"

"I have a fake badge," Dean rolls his eyes.

"Look at this. Chicken bones. Hex bags. A pentagram. Still sticking with not a witch, huh?" Sam chuckles.

The witch starts to chant something and Dean walks over to her and grips her throat not tight enough to hurt her but enough to cut off her chanting.

"Listen, before you finish what you're about to say, know that we are the only thing between you and Crowley's ninjas."

"I didn't try to hurt him," she gasps. He lets go of her and she rubs her throat. "I'm nobody. I'm worse than nobody. I'm nobody's third cousin who doesn't even get invited to dinner."

"We don't care. We just need to know where Rowena is."

"I have no idea."

"You do know how to scry, though, right?"

"Scry? What is that?" she asks.

"I don't have my crystals," she sighs.

Dean grabs a small cosmetic mirror from her purse and hands it to her.

"This ought to work, yeah?" She takes it and confirms his accusations. "I'll get the light."

Dean turns the light off and she uses the mirror for her spell. The mirror is enough to give her what she's looking for.

"I see her," the witch says. "She's packing a bag."

"Where?" Sam asks.

"The Sunlit Motel. The one down the street. Room 115."

Before she has a chance to do any more magic on him, you come up behind her and slap iron handcuffs to her wrist. She gasps and you grab the back of her throat in warning.

"I don't think you want to do that," you whisper in her ear. "I might not be the Scarlet Witch anymore but piss me off and I might tap into that magic again. Do not test me."

"I think you'd know by now, Y/N, that these things don't hold me long," she growls.

"It just needs to hold you long enough. Come on."

You yank her by her neck and force her to come with you.

"Well, they do say blondes have more fun."

"Why don't you go play in your rooms, okay? I'll be right there."

"Mind the undergarments, Samuel. Imported, of course."

"Where is it?"

"Where is what, dear?"

"The book! The Book of the Damned." He grabs a smaller book from one of her bags. "The codex is in here, but the book is not. Where the hell is it?"

"Do you take me for a fool? Like I'd run around with those two spectacularly powerful items anywhere in proximity."

"Now that we've got the codex and Charlie's code-breaking, the book isn't as useful to you as it was."

You look down in shame when Sam mentions Charlie's name. If you concentrate really hard, you can still hear her screams when you forced her to knife herself.

"Or so you hope," she smirks. "That's what I admire in you, Samuel. That plucky optimism. That plucky, stupid optimism."

"Sam, why don't you go grab Cas so Florence Nightingale here can do her stuff?"

"You do recall our deal, eh? First I de-spell the angel, then I go free," she says to Dean without taking her eyes off you.

"Except for one thing."

"There were no exceptions in our arrangement," she glares at Dean.

"The book. I'm gonna need that baby back."

"The book was never mentioned in our negotiations."

"Now it is."

"Our deal says--"

"Our deal says whatever the fuck we want it to say," you growl and step forward. "You're gonna play by our rules."

"We'll call your son. We've got him on speed dial," Dean says.

"Shut up," you bite out.

"Dean! Y/N!" Sam rushes back into the dungeon with wide eyes. "I can't find Cas. He's not there. He broke free. He's gone."

"Shit," you curse and rub your arms. "We have to find him but I can't bring the kids with us. They're not safe with Rowena and Castiel."

"I'll stay here and watch them. You two go," Sam offers.

"Are you sure?"

"Let me do this for you. Go. It's okay."

"Let's go," Dean says to the witch.

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The Bad Seed: Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.4k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst, feeling broken and utterly helpless to the point of depression, wanting to die

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

You don't know what you were expecting the Bunker to look like when you finally returned home to it. The last thing you remember is the Bunker being in a wreck because Dean killed the Stynes. Right before I came in and almost killed them. You're not sure how you'll be able to walk the halls of the Bunker knowing what you almost did to it, to Sam and Dean. It's different now. You have your soul, your kids are back, and both you and Dean have the Mark gone. Things are going to be better. You're going to make sure of it.

If I'm going to try and make things better, I have to start here. I have to bring myself to be better. The kids deserve it. Zeus and Colonel run down the metal stairs, happy to be home. You hold Maryann in your arms while Dean holds Joanna, and Noah trails behind with Sam. This is going to be a fresh start; you've determined it to be.

"I'm glad to be home," Noah smiles. "So, where were you guys?"

"What?" you ask.

"You were gone for an entire year. What happened?"

You and Dean look at each other. There is no way in hell you're telling your kids about your time as a soulless bitch. They don't need to know how you were on your way to kill them. They don't need to see their mother in that light.

"We'll talk about that later. Right now, why don't you get settled in, okay?"

You step into the library and see someone hunched over at the table. They turn and you see it's Castiel.

"Uncle Cassie!" Joanna squeals happily.

She's about to run to him but he holds his hands up in warning.

"Please, keep her away. I don't want to hurt her." You hold your kids back and look at Sam and Dean who look concerned for their angelic friend. The whites of his eyes are deep red and he looks physically sick. Something is wrong. "I need your help."

"Go to your room. I'll be right there."

Thankfully, the kids listen. Zeus and Colonel slowly approach Castiel, unsure if the angel is good or bad. Zeus growls in warning and you whistle for him to come to you. Both dogs listen obediently and sit by your side even though they are both ready to attack Castiel. This is the first time you've seen Castiel since you got your soul back, and you can't help but be a little emotional. God, will I ever stop crying?

"Castiel... I... I'm so sorry for what I did to Claire... to you... It's unforgivable."

"That wasn't you."

Will you please stop saying that? It was me. Stop giving me a free pass. I don't deserve it.

"Yes, it was. I shouldn't be forgiven. Don't forgive me."

"I understand. Maybe you can make it up to me."

"How?"

"When we cast the spell that removed the Mark, Rowena took the book and ran. Before she did, she put the dog-attacking spell on me. I'm handling it a bit differently than humans. It's killing me slower. You were able to suck it out of those two men in the bar. Dean told me about it. You can do it again."

You look down at your hands, suddenly terrified. Sweat trickles on your hairline, your eyes go wide, and your hands start to shake slightly. The thought of using magic again terrifies you to your core. You're not sure if you can ever be okay with using it again. You step back once and both dogs look at you in curiosity.

"I can't. I don't know how."

"Like he said, you did it last time," Dean encourages. "You can do it again. I have faith in you."

You clench your hands into fists and remember a time when you ruined yet again someone's life because of your magic.

Ty and his friend come out of the shadows with blood streaking out of their eyes. They look like the girl Rowena spelled when you first encountered her. No matter. They won't have a chance to hurt you. Dean steps away to let you handle witch business, and you turn to Rowena with an amused smile.

"Is this meant to scare me?"

"It should considering you don't have any magic."

You look at your hands and red magic pours from your palms.

"Wanna rethink that?"

Rowena sets the glass of wine on the bar counter and stands up in fear. Ty runs at Dean but you thrust your outstretched hand at him without looking away from Rowena. Ty stops in his tracks and looks confused as to why he can't move. His friend charges at you but you thrust your other hand at him, causing him to stop in his tracks. Your magic shoots at them and encases their bodies. You pull your magic back, pulling the spell from their bodies. You move your hands toward Rowena, use the spell along with your magic, and blast her back. She topples over a table and some chairs, falling on her ass on the floor.

"Come here, boys," you say. Ty and his friend are compelled to listen to you. You stand in between them and place your hands on both of their shoulders. Your eyes shine red as do theirs so you know they're under your command. "Listen here, pets, she's your target now. Go fetch."

Dean puts his hands on your shoulders, pulling you out of that horrid memory. You killed both men to prove to Rowena that they mean nothing to you. You killed them. I'm a murderer.

"I can't," you whisper fearfully.

"It's okay, we'll think of something else."

"I'm so sorry, Castiel," you shake your head.

To keep Castiel at bay, he handcuffs him to the floor so that he can't go anywhere. Castiel locks eyes with you, and you suck in a sharp breath at the intensity of it. You turn and head to your kids' bedrooms. Maryann doesn't need a crib anymore, so you'll have to either move her to another room or transform her room to better fit her needs. You stop by Robert's closed door and touch the wood. He was her twin. She should be right next to him. If you have any other children, you'll move them into another room.

"Mommy!" Joanna's room is right across from Maryann's, so you walk into her room to see her pulling something out of her backpack. "Look what I made in school."

"Oh, wow." You take her artwork and admire the scribbles on the pages. There is one of stick figures with names above their heads. It's your family. Even Noah. Even the dogs. "This is really good, sweetie. I'll hang them on the fridge."

The kids are going to go back to school, you decide. They are on summer break which gives you time to look for schools around the Bunker for them. The only issue is who is going to take them to and from every day. You could do it but you won't be like this forever. You'll want to hunt with magic, and you can't always be here to support them. You love your family and only want the best for them, and the best is someone who can care for them when you can't.

This is not being a bad parent. I'm not a bad mother for admitting I need help. To give your kids the best life they deserve, you're going to need outside help.

"Mom? Can we go play in the backyard?" Noah asks as he approaches from the left.

The backyard. You vaguely remember Dean being in the backyard as he tried to practice his magic. Your magic. From when he had your soul in him. You don't remember much from your time in Dean's head but you know he fucked the backyard up to the point where only you can fix it.

Not now. Not like this.

"Uh, I don't... Why don't you stay in tonight? You and your sisters can watch movies. Daddy destroyed the backyard. It's a long story. It won't be forever, only until we get situated back here. Okay?"

"Okay," Noah nods.

"Thank you, Noah."

You leave his side to let him take care of Maryann and Joanna while you head back to the brothers and Castiel in the library. The angel is wrapped up in a blanket as if he's really sick. Sam's laptop is open next to him but he's not using it so you grab it and sit on the far end of the table, away from everyone else.

"I'm just saying we got nothing. No one saw anything unusual going on at the house the day the baby disappeared," Sam says.

You're not sure what they're talking about and frankly, you don't care. You only have one thing on your mind and that's your own babies. Your family.

"If this is truly the Darkness we're talking about, it's more of a time bomb than a baby," Castiel says.

"Yeah, but it is still a baby, right? I mean, the Darkness I saw was an adult. So, it still has to grow up."

"The Darkness is almost infinite power. I'm not sure what 'growing up' means in this case."

You're not even sure where to start looking. Not just anyone can look after your kids, so you have to be really specific in your search. There are forums for hunters to go on and chat with each other, so you might as well start there. You might be a terrible mother, but you're not going to let your kids stop their education.

"What are you doing?" Dean asks.

"Finding a nanny for the kids who will take care of them when we can't."

"Are you serious?"

"I know what I'm doing," you mumble and continue to type.

"Well, God kicked this thing's ass once before, right?" Sam asks, bringing Dean back into the conversation.

"Yeah, it'd be nice if he put down the Mai Tai and show up for work."

"I wouldn't count on it."

"It's possible he's around. Closer than we think, you know?"

"What makes you say that?"

"Dean's right, Sam. I believe he made a fairly definitive statement when we walked away."

Castiel stands to get the blood flowing in his legs only to realize that he's shackled to the floor. The sound of chains is evident when he moves but you all ignore it. He shuffles his weight from one foot to the next before sitting back down again.

"I hate to point this out, but you both know who we might need to help deal with the Darkness, right?"

"Don't even say it," Dean glares.

"He was God's scribe. He did hear about everything."

"Damn it, that's just like saying it!" Castiel starts to growl lowly. "Cas, you alright, pal?"

"It's the spell," he grunts.

You look at him from over the top of the laptop in guilt. You wish you could help him but you can't use your magic. You're taking a break from that part of you.

"We were hoping your angel wiring would fight it off or slow it down at least," Sam sighs.

"It appears I simply respond differently from humans."

"If you were human, you'd be gone. With you, it's like it's digging deeper."

You look back down at the computer and will the tears away. You're so sick and tired of crying. Now that the kids are back, you can't be crying. You have to keep it together for them.

"You know, Rowena's the only one who can remove it. Besides Y/N, of course."

"We're doing everything to find her, okay? So far, we got nothing."

"It's getting worse," Sam whispers to his brother, but you hear.

You find a forum online where hunters go to chat and spread news about hunts and other things that should stay in the hunting community. You make a new post and immediately start typing, already knowing what to say.

If anyone is looking to watch after three children for hunter parents, please inquire with me. Oldest is almost thirteen, the middle child is almost six, and the youngest is just about three. I need someone to work full time and to stay with us. Someone to take them to school every day. There will be weekends and days where one of us will be with the kids so you don't have to be, but serious inquiries only. I should mention it's for the Winchester family.

Not two minutes later, you're getting replies flooding in. Most of them aren't serious at all. Maybe it's the mom in you, but you can weed out the bad ones just looking for a paycheck.

"Wow, Winchester? Good luck to whoever gets that job."

"Nah, working for the Winchesters is a death wish. They kill anyone they come into contact with."

"Does it pay well?"

Hearing that your family is poison really hurts but you don't listen to what they're saying. You keep scrolling through the comments without hope until you come across one that you have a good feeling about.

"My name is Molly. I've worked with plenty of hunter's families. Should you feel the need for a nanny, please message me."

"Dean, come over here." He gets up and walks around behind you so he can see the screen. "She's worked with other hunter's families before. I have a good feeling about this one."

"Are you really serious about this?"

"What are we going to do, Dean? What happens when school starts again? Are you willing to stay home and take them to and from school? Do you want Sam to stay home? Me? The least I can do as a mother is make them continue school but I can't very well do that when we're hunting all the time."

"You want to bring someone new into our lives? Our fucked up lives?"

"She knows about the supernatural. This is a hunter's forum. She says she nannied for other hunter families. I think this could be good for the kids and give them some stability."

"Are you just doing this because you don't want to face up to anything else?"

You sigh and look down, focusing all of your energy not to cry right now.

"I am doing this to give our kids the best lives they can have. With that comes education. I might not be a good witch or a good hunter but I can be a good mom by doing this for them. We have the room here." You look at your husband with hints of tears in your eyes. "Let me at least talk to her."

"Fine, talk to her," Dean shrugs.

Dean kisses your head and walks back over to the two men. He takes out his phone and dials someone, and you look back at the computer screen. You click on Molly's profile and private message her.

You: Hey, I saw your comment on my post. If you're up for it, I'd like to meet you in person about the job.

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queen-of-deans-booty · 4 days ago

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Reap the Rewards

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~800

Warnings: implied smut

Summary: Working out is always fun whenever your boyfriend is involved. He’s such a great motivator.

Square Filled: spiderman kiss (2022) for @spnfluffbingo

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

Physical exercise has always been an outlet for you to burn away your stress. You have been out of touch with the activity for a while now, but you want to pick it up again. Hunting is a great way to burn a few calories but the older you get, the harder it is on your body. You want to get back into exercising not to lose weight but to feel good.

Before, you were able to do ten mile runs every day because you were a track star in high school. Now, you’re lucky if you’re able to do seven. Sam’s been helping you run longer since he’s such a great motivator, and he loves to keep in great shape. Dean claims hunting and sex is the only form of exercise he needs, but what does he know? He loves to eat bacon and donuts and burgers every day.

What does he know?

Yesterday, you and Sam went on a five-mile run that was more brutal than anything you’ve done recently because you two took the advanced trail in the woods near the Bunker. It was brutal but it felt so good afterward.

After a few days rest, you’re inside the small gym on the second floor of the Bunker. You’ve already done your leg workout so you’re working on the problem area: your core. You don’t have as strong a core as you’d like to have so you have your knees hooked over the high bar and doing sit ups.

The first three go by without issue and the next three take a bit more time to complete. You hang back down and sigh tiredly. If you can just get to twelve, you’d complete the set. The door to the gym opens and you see your tall and muscular boyfriend enter. With the blood rushing to your head, he’s a bit fuzzy which makes you chuckle.

You can remember the time when you met Sam. He and Dean just got to town for a hunt they heard about. Chitters as Dean likes to call them but you know them as Bissan. You’ve been hunting them for a while and a few of them escaped to Colorado. You had just arrived and saved Sam before he could be killed by one of them.

You worked with the Winchesters for the case and things only picked up after that. Your only goal was to kill the Bissan and without that, you had nowhere to be and nothing to do. You decided to work with the Winchesters and as they say, the rest is history.

Best decision you ever could have made.

“Hey.”

“You’re going to pass out if you continue to hang like that,” Sam chuckles.

“I have six more sit ups to do. The last three kicked my ass,” you chuckle.

“Alright, let me help you.”

“Yeah? Do I get a reward in return?”

“I guess you’ll have to see. Come on, six more. I got you.”

You groan but do as you’re told and do two easily since you had a break. However, you struggle to do a third one.

“I can’t, Sam.”

“Yes, you can.” He puts his hands on your back. “I’ll help you.”

“I can’t,” you whimper.

“For each one you do, I’ll give you a kiss.”

That’s enough of a motivator for you. You lift yourself up with the help of Sam, and he lowers you back down gently so you don’t hurt yourself. You’re at his height so he doesn’t have to strain to kiss you. He keeps the kiss short and sweet, and you find yourself chasing after him when he pulls away.

“Three more. You can do it.”

This next one takes a bit more effort than the last, but you do it. Sam’s hands move from your back to your cheeks, and he slots his lips over yours upside down. This time, he teases your lips with his tongue, and you open for him only for him to pull away.

“Another one. Two more.”

Sam doesn’t put his hands on your back for this one, and you get yourself up knowing you’re going to get a deeper kiss than last time. When you come back down, you don’t have any time to breathe before his lips are on you. He slides his tongue into your mouth and licks the roof of your mouth which causes you to giggle. That’s always been a ticklish place for you.

Sam helps you with the next one and that’s twelve. He grabs your waist and lifts you off the bar so he can set you on your feet carefully.

“I did one more. Where’s my kiss?”

“I’ll give you one better than a kiss,” he smirks. He leans down and hauls you over his shoulder, and you squeal happily. You laugh and smack his ass as he leaves the gym. “I think it’s time for a shower, yeah?”

“I should train with you more often,” you giggle.

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queen-of-deans-booty · 5 days ago

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Reap the Rewards

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~800

Warnings: implied smut

Summary: Working out is always fun whenever your boyfriend is involved. He’s such a great motivator.

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

What does he know?

Best decision you ever could have made.

“Hey.”

“You’re going to pass out if you continue to hang like that,” Sam chuckles.

“I have six more sit ups to do. The last three kicked my ass,” you chuckle.

“Alright, let me help you.”

“Yeah? Do I get a reward in return?”

“I guess you’ll have to see. Come on, six more. I got you.”

You groan but do as you’re told and do two easily since you had a break. However, you struggle to do a third one.

“I can’t, Sam.”

“Yes, you can.” He puts his hands on your back. “I’ll help you.”

“I can’t,” you whimper.

“For each one you do, I’ll give you a kiss.”

“Three more. You can do it.”

“Another one. Two more.”

Sam helps you with the next one and that’s twelve. He grabs your waist and lifts you off the bar so he can set you on your feet carefully.

“I did one more. Where’s my kiss?”

“I should train with you more often,” you giggle.

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queen-of-deans-booty · 5 days ago

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Reap the Rewards

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~800

Warnings: implied smut

Summary: Working out is always fun whenever your boyfriend is involved. He’s such a great motivator.

Square Filled: spiderman kiss (2022) for @spnfluffbingo

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

What does he know?

Best decision you ever could have made.

“Hey.”

“You’re going to pass out if you continue to hang like that,” Sam chuckles.

“I have six more sit ups to do. The last three kicked my ass,” you chuckle.

“Alright, let me help you.”

“Yeah? Do I get a reward in return?”

“I guess you’ll have to see. Come on, six more. I got you.”

You groan but do as you’re told and do two easily since you had a break. However, you struggle to do a third one.

“I can’t, Sam.”

“Yes, you can.” He puts his hands on your back. “I’ll help you.”

“I can’t,” you whimper.

“For each one you do, I’ll give you a kiss.”

“Three more. You can do it.”

“Another one. Two more.”

Sam helps you with the next one and that’s twelve. He grabs your waist and lifts you off the bar so he can set you on your feet carefully.

“I did one more. Where’s my kiss?”

“I should train with you more often,” you giggle.

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queen-of-deans-booty · 5 days ago

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Reap the Rewards

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~800

Warnings: implied smut

Summary: Working out is always fun whenever your boyfriend is involved. He’s such a great motivator.

Square Filled: spiderman kiss (2022) for @spnfluffbingo

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

What does he know?

Best decision you ever could have made.

“Hey.”

“You’re going to pass out if you continue to hang like that,” Sam chuckles.

“I have six more sit ups to do. The last three kicked my ass,” you chuckle.

“Alright, let me help you.”

“Yeah? Do I get a reward in return?”

“I guess you’ll have to see. Come on, six more. I got you.”

You groan but do as you’re told and do two easily since you had a break. However, you struggle to do a third one.

“I can’t, Sam.”

“Yes, you can.” He puts his hands on your back. “I’ll help you.”

“I can’t,” you whimper.

“For each one you do, I’ll give you a kiss.”

“Three more. You can do it.”

“Another one. Two more.”

Sam helps you with the next one and that’s twelve. He grabs your waist and lifts you off the bar so he can set you on your feet carefully.

“I did one more. Where’s my kiss?”

“I should train with you more often,” you giggle.

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queen-of-deans-booty · 7 days ago

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Something To Lose

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~4k

Warnings: beautiful angst, major character death

Summary: You have one purpose in life. Heal. No matter how long it takes, you will always heal those who need it. You’ve traveled the world across different eras and seen humanity grow and learn, all the way to the 21st century. There, you met Dean Winchester and everything you thought you couldn’t have, Dean proves otherwise. He’s your greatest love and the most important one of all.

Square Filled: healer (2021) for @spnfluffbingo

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

The town is quiet. Everyone is inside their houses sleeping, like you should be, but there is something you need to do. You were chosen for this. You have a destiny to fulfil. You slip out the back door of your little cottage and stick to the trees behind your house. It’s better than being int the streets where you can be caught by police. They’re tracking down on people staying out after curfew. If you’re caught, you could be arrested.

This would not bode well.

The only thing you have to light your way is the torch in your hands, and you take extra care not to let the flames touch the dry leaves above you. The last thing you need is accidentally setting your town on fire. Not that it would be a bad thing. Almost everyone in this town are bad people. Thieves, corrupt politicians, murderers, and traffickers.

No one is safe after dark.

You keep your head down and your hood up to hide your face as you hurry along the unmarked trail. You’re late. Sister Alice will not be pleased about this, but you left late. It’s not your fault your father stayed up nursing three glasses of alcohol. As soon as he passed out on the couch, you were able to slip away.

Sister Alice’s cottage is on the outskirts of town, away from authority. No one comes out here because no one likes Sister Alice. They claim she’s a witch and refuse to welcome her into town. She is one, but she doesn’t want to pretend just to please them. They don’t have evidence against her being a witch which is why they haven’t set fire to her and her cottage. She mostly stays out of people’s way. Most have forgotten about her or have better things to do with their time.

You reach her cottage and set the torch in the holder right outside her front door. You knock twice and she opens it seconds later.

“You are late.”

“I am sorry. Father had not gotten to bed yet.”

“We are just about to get stated. Come.” You slips inside and close the door behind you, following her into the back room where Sister Margaret and Sister Catherine are. “Do you know why you are here, Y/N?”

“Yes.”

“Why are you here?”

“To fufil the purpose of the coven. To heal.”

“Yes. Our time has come to pass on the responsiblity to you.” Alice, Catherine, and Margaret stand around a table with different ingredients for the spell. Sitting in the middle of a bowl with red liquid inside. Blood. “With this spell, it will tie you to us. You will now be the sole proprietor for this coven. Do you understand what is at stake?”

“Yes.”

Catherine mutters something in Latin before tossing in a few ingredients into the bowl. Margaret says something different in Latin and tosses a few more ingredients into the spell.

“It is now your turn, my dear,” Alice says.

You offer your hand which she takes. She picks up a long jagged knife and places the tip of the blade to your palm. She pricks your palm so that your blood pools in the middle of your hand. All the spell needs is a few drops of your blood for it to tie to you. She sets the knife down and flips your hand to allow your blood to drip into the mixture.

Now it’s her turn.

You pull your hand away, and Alice starts chanting something in Latin. Flames from the torches spike angrily, and the mixture in the bowl starts to boil. As soon as she stops chanting, the boiling stops and the flames die down to normal. She pours the mixture into a cup and holds it out to you.

“Drink, my dear.”

You don’t hesitate. You drink the entire elixir until there is no more left. You set the cup down and lick your red lips. A trickle of blood runs down your chin, and Margaret grabs a white cloth to wipe it away.

“The spell is now complete.” You look down at your wrist to see the number one thousand embedded on your skin. Like a tattoo. Only it will go away once it reaches zero. “Do you understand the responsibilities that you have just agreed upon?”

“Yes.”

“Recite them.”

“I shall do no harm. I shall only heal those who need it. I shall uphold the rules of this coven.”

“One thousand years have been added to your own lifespan. Use those years wisely. Continue our work. A new healer will be born at the moment of your death, whenever and wherever that may be.”

“I will not let you down, Sister Alice, Sister Margaret, Sister Catherine.”

You left your small town as soon as possible, and you didn’t look back. It took a while to get used to the new power you had, but yoyu soon got the hang of it after a couple of decades. You have the power to heal people, but it takes years off your lifespan to do it. The bigger the wound, the more years are taken off.

After doing this for nearly two decades, you understood how many years it took for certain types of wounds. Smaller ones only take a year or two off while the bigger ones can take up to sixty years. You can heal up until the point of death, you can’t bring anyone back from the dead. You can’t stay bin one town for long otherwise people will get suspicious from your lack of aging.

It gave you the opportunity to travel the world, and you traveled everywhere. Your time was mostly spent in an out of hospitals for the first few centuries, healing those without raising suspicions. As soon as you did, you left to go find someone else who needed it.

That’s the whole point of the coven. They are healers. They aren’t evil. Sister Alice was mocked for her sorcery and was ridiculed for it, but she was responsible for healing those who suffered from wounds or illness. No one knew how good she was. Her, Catherine, and Margaret died shortly after that ritual.

They gave their lives to help you.

You’re not going to let them down. Not when you’ve already done so much for the world.

This power has given you the opportunity to see the world and how humanity has changed. From witnessing the slave trade in Europe to from seeing new religions emerge to Magellan proving the world was round to listening to William Shakespeare read his stories to being part of the scientific revolution with Galileo and Newton to being in the middle of the French and Indian War to seeing the Declaration of Independance signed to seeing the Eiffel Tower being built to watching the first silent movie in theaters to the Titanic sinking to World War II to Chernobyl to 9/11.

You’ve seen and done so much and you have a long more to go. One thousand years you were given, and you only have two hundred left. Theoretically, you could live forever if you stopped haling, but your coven gave you a purpose, and you have to fulfil it. You have to see it to the end.

Before, you were only in certain areas for no more than five years before you were forced to move on. You didn’t have time for relationships. You never felt the need to have one… until you met Dean Winchester. If you thought healing normal people was overwhelming, healing those who were injured by monsters was a whole different ballpark.

You are now going through your yars much faster than you were before. You try not to use too much but there is always someone who needs to be healed. If you can’t heal them completely, you heal a portion of them to make them feel better. You mostly heal victims by monsters nowadays but you occasioanlly go to the hospital to see if anyone there can use your power.

Dean changed your mind about relationships. Suddenly, you felt the need to stick around longer. You wanted to form connections. You wanted something real, and he gave that you to. Sure, you’re probably going to outlive him, but you’re done running form that part of you. Your life have been nothing but hook ups. You want to experience something real before you die, and Dean is that man.

He’s the one variable you can’t control, and it scares the hell out of you. One thing you learned is that it’s good to be scared. It means you have something to lose, and you don’t want to lose him.

Your phone rings and you smile when you see Dean’s name and picture. The Old World was much more beautiful but there’s something about the New World that calls to you. Technology plays a big part of that.

“Hey, Dean,” you answer.

“Hey, where are you? You left before I woke up.”

You look at the giant hospital in front of you. “The hospital. I have something to do here. I won’t take long.”

“Okay.”

“I alos have a surprise for you when I get home,” you say in a sultry tone.

You can hear his smirk on the other end. “Yeah? What is it?”

“Well, it involves you and me… very little clothing, almost none… and lots of kisses.”

“Sounds like my kind of surprise,” he chuckles.

“I’ll see you soon.”

You hang up and walk inside the hospital to check in. After getting a visitor’s pass, you take the elevator to the fourth floor. Since deciding to stay in Kansas with Sam and Dean, you visit the same coffee shop evry morning at the same time as Desiree. You two got to talking, and now you look forward to that interaction every day.

She misses the last three weeks because Destiny, her little girl, got into a bad accident that left her in a coma. She hasn’t left the hospital since, so now you bring her coffee instead.

“Hey, Desiree. How are you doing?”

“I’m alright.”

“How is Destiny?”

“No change. The doctors don’t have hope she is going to wake up,” she cries softly.

You set the coffee on the table knowing she won’t drink it, and you rub her back in comfort.

“Miracles happen every day. You have have to have faith that she’ll wake up.” She nods and wipes her tears away. “Have you eaten?”

“I can’t. I can’t leave her side. She’s my little girl.”

“I’ll stay with her, okay? Go get something to eat. I’ll be here the whole time, okay? I’ll call you if anything happens.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” you smile.

“Okay, thank you.”

“It’s no problem.”

Desiree leaves the room and you look at Destiny in thought. You stand up and close the blinds so that no one can look in and see what you’re about to do. You’ve learned pretty quickly that if you give some time, most injuries will heal on their own. People who have borken bones or cuts are going to be okay, so you put your powers to those who need it like cancer patients or paralyzed people, etc.

You wanted to give Destiny some time to come out of this on her own, but it looks like she won’t. Walking away now would not only be a disservice to you but also to your coven. You hover both hands over her body and use your powers to see just how bad she is. Healing her completely will take forty years off your lifepsan, but it’s worth it. This little girl deserves to live a long and happy life, so you don’t think twice about healing her.

This is why you were created.

Her body shines gold as you work your power through her, and you pull away once she is going to be okay. You promised Desiree you’d stay but you can’t be here when Destiny wakes up. You slip out of the room and walk to the elevator. Desiree comes back without noticing you, and you watch her walk into her daughter’s room.

“Destiny! You’re awake! Doctor! Nurse!” she exclaims happily.

The elevator doors close and you smile to yourself. You’re never going to see Desiree again. You leave the hospital and are about to call a cab when you notice the sleep Impala by the curb.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” you ask.

“Picking you up. There’s a hunt.”

“Great,” you smile and get into the car.

“So, did you finish what you were doing?” Dean asks.

“Yeah. I just wanted to visit a friend. She’s going to be okay.”

You don’t tell them about what you did because they don’t know you can heal. I’s not that you don’t trust them, you trust them with your life. You’ve just never told anyone about these powers, and you’re not going to start now. Imagine what would happen if the rest of the world found about this. You’d be a science project, and you can’t let your coven down even though you’re the only remaining member.

No, it’s best to stay in the dark.

“So, what’s the hunt about?”

“We don’t know yet. All we know is that people are dead, and it kinda of looks like our thing.”

Without Chuck pulling the reins, they’re able to take whatever hunts that come their way. They’re finally free and life hasn’t been as sweet as it is now. Dean stops halfway to Texas to get gas, and Sam walks intot he gas station to get a few snacks. You and Dean stay by the car for some alone time.

You lean against the car and Dean traps you with both arms. Not like you want to go anywhere. He leans in and kisses you slowly and lovingly. He slides one hand into your hair before moving it down to your jaw.

“How about after this hunt, we should take a ride to the coast. Maybe spend time at the beach. I’ve been looking at a few beach houses for rent.”

“Just us?”

“Just us,” you grin.

You lean up and kiss him again, this time for longer. You hear Sam’s footsteps and part from his brother. It’s late by the time you get to Texas, so you decide to tackle this in the morning. A group of people had violated the home of a family of four, took the kids, killed the dad, and cut the tongue out of the mother.

Police are at the crime scene when you get there, and Sam and Dean flash their badges tot he detective.

“Tell us what happened here.”

“From what we gathered from the wife, four masked men came into their home last night. The woman locked the kids in their bedrooms but that doesn’t stop them from attacking her. They cut out her tongue and drained the dad’s body of blood. They found the kids and took them. We don’t know where yet.”

“What did the killers looks like?” Sam asks.

The detective hands over a sketch. Dean takes the sketch and immediately recognizes the masks they used. He’s read about it enough times in his father’s journal. John was hunting this group way back when, but they escaped. They used the same MOs back then, and now they’ve returned to continue killing.

“Why don’t you two do research. I want to visit the mother at the hospital,” you say.

You use Dean’s car to drop them at the motel before going to the hospital. The woman is in a private room sleeping, and you quietly slip inside without waking her. You might not be able to bring her children or husband back, but you can give her something. You can’t bring back limbs once they’ve been removed from a person because you’d have to create bone, tissue, nerves, muscle, and everything else in order to restore function. However, the tongue is a muscle. No bones or ligaments or skin is needed to fix it.

Looking at her wound, it’s only going to take twenty years off your life span. That will leave you with one hundred and forty years before you die. You don’t want this woman to have to live with this her whole life. All it’ll be is a reminder of the worst day. The least you can do is try to give her her life back.

Healing her only takes five minutes, and you leave her room before anyone notices. Sam and Dean, when you return, have figured out that you’re dealing with a group of vampires. It would explain the draining of blood. With your help, they’re able to locate where their nest is. If children are involved, you have to go with them.

You’re not a hunter and you don’t go out in the field, but you will for this one since children are at stake. You usually help with research or gathering supplies when they need it. You’re a lover not a fighter, but you don’t hesitate to go with them when they leave.

“I can’t have you in this fight,” Dean says to you when they get to the farm.

“What are you talking about? I can fight if needed.”

Dean turns to look at you over the back seat, and Sam exits out of the car to give you two a moment.

“I can’t lose you, okay?”

“Then let me get the kids out. You two fight and I’ll get them to safety. I’ll stay with them out here. Let me do this.”

Dean can’t do his job if he’s worrying about you, but this seems okay.

“Okay. Get them out and stay out here.”

“Okay,” you nod.

The brothers get their machetes and quickly scout the house for the best entry point. The kid are located in the barn in the back along with the vampires, but there are two entrances. One in the front and one in the back. You run to the back and wait for their signal before entering. Sam and Dean have been doing this for decades so it’s easy to infiltrate the nest. As soon as you hear the fight, you yank the door open and sneak inside.

There are about a dozen kids huddle together on a dirty mattress on the floor, and you psst them to grab their attentions.

“Hey, kids, follow me. I’m here to get you to safety. Come on.”

They have no problem trusting you since you’re not the ones who has taken them. They run out of the door while Sam and Dean keep the vampires busy, and you bring them over to the Impala. You can’t transfer them all in the car, but you can wait with them until the authorities show up.

Ten minutes go by and then another twenty, and Sam and Dean are still inside the barn. Screw waiting. If you can help, you’re going to fucking help.

“Okay, stay here, okay? I’ll be right back.”

“Wait, don’t go,” one of the little girls whimpers.

“You’ll be okay. No one is going to hurt you. My friends are taking care of the bad guys right now, but I have to check up on them. I’ll be right back. Just stay here, okay?”

They have no choice but to do as they’re told, and you run back to the barn. You take the back entrance to keep your presence a secret, only to see if Sam and Dean needs you. All but one vampire is dead, and Dean is fighting with him while Sam is on the ground with blood coming out of his head. He’s okay and he staggers to his feet ready to aid his brother.

The vampire grabs Dean and shoves him backwards into a wooden post in the middle of the room. You let out a gasp/scream when you see a huge metal spike sticking out of it. Dean gasps when his back is impaled by the spike. Sam runs at the vampire and slices his head off, killing the very last one.

“Dean!” You run over to him and gets tears at the pale look on his face. “No, you’re going to be okay.”

“Sammy… Y/N…” he mumbles.

“Hey, you’re gooingto be okay. Look at me, Dean,” Sam orders.

Dean opens his eyes and looks at his brother with a painful smile. “We always knew this job would take us out.”

“No, you’e not dying today,” you say. “Help me get him off.”

Sam tries to remove his brother, but Dean shouts in pain. “No, leave me here. It hurts too much.”

You look at Dean’s injuries and then at the one hundred and forty on your wrist. The spike not only cut through his lung but also pierced his heart. If you take him off now, you’ll only have maybe a minute to heal him before he dies.

Not only that, it’ll take every single year left to heal him. You’ll die. There’s no question. You have to do this. This is what you were created to do. The second you met Dean, you wanted something real for once. You got that. He gave you everything you’ve wanted in life.

It’s time you give it back to him.

“Sam, help me take him off,” you say. Dean protests but you and Sam work together to get him off the spike. “You’re going to be okay, Dean. I promise.”

Sam sobs as he lays his brother down on the ground, and Dean gasps as he tries to get a lungful of air.

“You’re goig to be okay, Dean. I’m going to heal you.”

You stick your hands out and allow your powers to make them shine gold.

“What are you doing? What is going on?” Sam asks.

Dean opens his eyes and gasps out again. “Y/N… What….”

“I’m a healer, Dean. I was born in the 1400s, and my coven gave me these powers. I was given one thousand years to live to help those who needed me. Every time I heal, those years are taken away.”

“How many years do you have left?” Sam asks.

“One hundred and forty.”

“How many years will this take?”

“All of it.”

“Y/N, no,” Dean whispers.

“I have to.” Dean’s body shines gold as you work to heal his injuries. The more he is healed, the weaker you get. “Y/N, stop. You’ll die.”

“You’ll die if I don’t. I’m going to be okay, Dean. You’re worth it,” you whisper. “You’ve always been worth it. I never thought I was going to love someone as much as I love you. You gave me a life worth living. Let me return the favor. This world still needs you.”

Dean opens his mouth to protest, but you lean down and kiss him, allowing your power to flow from the kiss. The second the last of your life force slips into Dean, you collapse onto the ground next to him, dead. Dean takes in a lungful of air for the first time since being impaled, and he looks at you with tears in his eyes.

“Y/N, wake up.”

Somewhere around the world, a healer is being created to continue the coven’s work. They’ll know what to do. Just like the one after that will know what to do. Dean cradles your body and cries into your hair. He is fully healed of his injuries but the hole in his heart is something that will never be healed. It’s where you’re supposed to be.

“I love you,” he cries. “I love you so much. Don’t forget that.”

Suddenly, your entire body crumbles to dust, and a thousand little lights lift from the ashes. Your essence. Your coven has always insured that you would be taken care of in the afterlife. Sam and Dean watch as the little lights flutter around the room before shooting to the sky. The barn is a piece of shit with parts of the roof missing, so Dean is able to see those little lights fly away.

The stars shine brightly when you’ve reached Heaven.

Dean knows you’ll always be watching over him and if he’s lucky, he’ll join you in Heaven when it’s his time. One day, he’ll see you again.

You just made sure that day isn’t today.

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Something To Lose

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~4k

Warnings: beautiful angst, major character death

Square Filled: healer (2021) for @spnfluffbingo

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

This would not bode well.

No one is safe after dark.

You reach her cottage and set the torch in the holder right outside her front door. You knock twice and she opens it seconds later.

“You are late.”

“I am sorry. Father had not gotten to bed yet.”

“Yes.”

“Why are you here?”

“To fufil the purpose of the coven. To heal.”

“Yes.”

Catherine mutters something in Latin before tossing in a few ingredients into the bowl. Margaret says something different in Latin and tosses a few more ingredients into the spell.

“It is now your turn, my dear,” Alice says.

Now it’s her turn.

“Drink, my dear.”

“Yes.”

“Recite them.”

“I shall do no harm. I shall only heal those who need it. I shall uphold the rules of this coven.”

“One thousand years have been added to your own lifespan. Use those years wisely. Continue our work. A new healer will be born at the moment of your death, whenever and wherever that may be.”

“I will not let you down, Sister Alice, Sister Margaret, Sister Catherine.”

They gave their lives to help you.

You’re not going to let them down. Not when you’ve already done so much for the world.

“Hey, Dean,” you answer.

“Hey, where are you? You left before I woke up.”

You look at the giant hospital in front of you. “The hospital. I have something to do here. I won’t take long.”

“Okay.”

“I alos have a surprise for you when I get home,” you say in a sultry tone.

You can hear his smirk on the other end. “Yeah? What is it?”

“Well, it involves you and me… very little clothing, almost none… and lots of kisses.”

“Sounds like my kind of surprise,” he chuckles.

“I’ll see you soon.”

She misses the last three weeks because Destiny, her little girl, got into a bad accident that left her in a coma. She hasn’t left the hospital since, so now you bring her coffee instead.

“Hey, Desiree. How are you doing?”

“I’m alright.”

“How is Destiny?”

“No change. The doctors don’t have hope she is going to wake up,” she cries softly.

You set the coffee on the table knowing she won’t drink it, and you rub her back in comfort.

“Miracles happen every day. You have have to have faith that she’ll wake up.” She nods and wipes her tears away. “Have you eaten?”

“I can’t. I can’t leave her side. She’s my little girl.”

“I’ll stay with her, okay? Go get something to eat. I’ll be here the whole time, okay? I’ll call you if anything happens.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” you smile.

“Okay, thank you.”

“It’s no problem.”

This is why you were created.

“Destiny! You’re awake! Doctor! Nurse!” she exclaims happily.

The elevator doors close and you smile to yourself. You’re never going to see Desiree again. You leave the hospital and are about to call a cab when you notice the sleep Impala by the curb.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” you ask.

“Picking you up. There’s a hunt.”

“Great,” you smile and get into the car.

“So, did you finish what you were doing?” Dean asks.

“Yeah. I just wanted to visit a friend. She’s going to be okay.”

No, it’s best to stay in the dark.

“So, what’s the hunt about?”

“We don’t know yet. All we know is that people are dead, and it kinda of looks like our thing.”

“How about after this hunt, we should take a ride to the coast. Maybe spend time at the beach. I’ve been looking at a few beach houses for rent.”

“Just us?”

“Just us,” you grin.

Police are at the crime scene when you get there, and Sam and Dean flash their badges tot he detective.

“Tell us what happened here.”

“What did the killers looks like?” Sam asks.

“Why don’t you two do research. I want to visit the mother at the hospital,” you say.

“I can’t have you in this fight,” Dean says to you when they get to the farm.

“What are you talking about? I can fight if needed.”

Dean turns to look at you over the back seat, and Sam exits out of the car to give you two a moment.

“I can’t lose you, okay?”

“Then let me get the kids out. You two fight and I’ll get them to safety. I’ll stay with them out here. Let me do this.”

Dean can’t do his job if he’s worrying about you, but this seems okay.

“Okay. Get them out and stay out here.”

“Okay,” you nod.

There are about a dozen kids huddle together on a dirty mattress on the floor, and you psst them to grab their attentions.

“Hey, kids, follow me. I’m here to get you to safety. Come on.”

Ten minutes go by and then another twenty, and Sam and Dean are still inside the barn. Screw waiting. If you can help, you’re going to fucking help.

“Okay, stay here, okay? I’ll be right back.”

“Wait, don’t go,” one of the little girls whimpers.

“You’ll be okay. No one is going to hurt you. My friends are taking care of the bad guys right now, but I have to check up on them. I’ll be right back. Just stay here, okay?”

“Dean!” You run over to him and gets tears at the pale look on his face. “No, you’re going to be okay.”

“Sammy… Y/N…” he mumbles.

“Hey, you’re gooingto be okay. Look at me, Dean,” Sam orders.

Dean opens his eyes and looks at his brother with a painful smile. “We always knew this job would take us out.”

“No, you’e not dying today,” you say. “Help me get him off.”

Sam tries to remove his brother, but Dean shouts in pain. “No, leave me here. It hurts too much.”

It’s time you give it back to him.

“Sam, help me take him off,” you say. Dean protests but you and Sam work together to get him off the spike. “You’re going to be okay, Dean. I promise.”

Sam sobs as he lays his brother down on the ground, and Dean gasps as he tries to get a lungful of air.

“You’re goig to be okay, Dean. I’m going to heal you.”

You stick your hands out and allow your powers to make them shine gold.

“What are you doing? What is going on?” Sam asks.

Dean opens his eyes and gasps out again. “Y/N… What….”

“How many years do you have left?” Sam asks.

“One hundred and forty.”

“How many years will this take?”

“All of it.”

“Y/N, no,” Dean whispers.

“I have to.” Dean’s body shines gold as you work to heal his injuries. The more he is healed, the weaker you get. “Y/N, stop. You’ll die.”

“Y/N, wake up.”

“I love you,” he cries. “I love you so much. Don’t forget that.”

The stars shine brightly when you’ve reached Heaven.

Dean knows you’ll always be watching over him and if he’s lucky, he’ll join you in Heaven when it’s his time. One day, he’ll see you again.

You just made sure that day isn’t today.

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Something To Lose

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~4k

Warnings: beautiful angst, major character death

Square Filled: healer (2021) for @spnfluffbingo

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

This would not bode well.

No one is safe after dark.

You reach her cottage and set the torch in the holder right outside her front door. You knock twice and she opens it seconds later.

“You are late.”

“I am sorry. Father had not gotten to bed yet.”

“Yes.”

“Why are you here?”

“To fufil the purpose of the coven. To heal.”

“Yes.”

Catherine mutters something in Latin before tossing in a few ingredients into the bowl. Margaret says something different in Latin and tosses a few more ingredients into the spell.

“It is now your turn, my dear,” Alice says.

Now it’s her turn.

“Drink, my dear.”

“Yes.”

“Recite them.”

“I shall do no harm. I shall only heal those who need it. I shall uphold the rules of this coven.”

“One thousand years have been added to your own lifespan. Use those years wisely. Continue our work. A new healer will be born at the moment of your death, whenever and wherever that may be.”

“I will not let you down, Sister Alice, Sister Margaret, Sister Catherine.”

They gave their lives to help you.

You’re not going to let them down. Not when you’ve already done so much for the world.

“Hey, Dean,” you answer.

“Hey, where are you? You left before I woke up.”

You look at the giant hospital in front of you. “The hospital. I have something to do here. I won’t take long.”

“Okay.”

“I alos have a surprise for you when I get home,” you say in a sultry tone.

You can hear his smirk on the other end. “Yeah? What is it?”

“Well, it involves you and me… very little clothing, almost none… and lots of kisses.”

“Sounds like my kind of surprise,” he chuckles.

“I’ll see you soon.”

She misses the last three weeks because Destiny, her little girl, got into a bad accident that left her in a coma. She hasn’t left the hospital since, so now you bring her coffee instead.

“Hey, Desiree. How are you doing?”

“I’m alright.”

“How is Destiny?”

“No change. The doctors don’t have hope she is going to wake up,” she cries softly.

You set the coffee on the table knowing she won’t drink it, and you rub her back in comfort.

“Miracles happen every day. You have have to have faith that she’ll wake up.” She nods and wipes her tears away. “Have you eaten?”

“I can’t. I can’t leave her side. She’s my little girl.”

“I’ll stay with her, okay? Go get something to eat. I’ll be here the whole time, okay? I’ll call you if anything happens.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” you smile.

“Okay, thank you.”

“It’s no problem.”

This is why you were created.

“Destiny! You’re awake! Doctor! Nurse!” she exclaims happily.

The elevator doors close and you smile to yourself. You’re never going to see Desiree again. You leave the hospital and are about to call a cab when you notice the sleep Impala by the curb.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” you ask.

“Picking you up. There’s a hunt.”

“Great,” you smile and get into the car.

“So, did you finish what you were doing?” Dean asks.

“Yeah. I just wanted to visit a friend. She’s going to be okay.”

No, it’s best to stay in the dark.

“So, what’s the hunt about?”

“We don’t know yet. All we know is that people are dead, and it kinda of looks like our thing.”

“How about after this hunt, we should take a ride to the coast. Maybe spend time at the beach. I’ve been looking at a few beach houses for rent.”

“Just us?”

“Just us,” you grin.

Police are at the crime scene when you get there, and Sam and Dean flash their badges tot he detective.

“Tell us what happened here.”

“What did the killers looks like?” Sam asks.

“Why don’t you two do research. I want to visit the mother at the hospital,” you say.

“I can’t have you in this fight,” Dean says to you when they get to the farm.

“What are you talking about? I can fight if needed.”

Dean turns to look at you over the back seat, and Sam exits out of the car to give you two a moment.

“I can’t lose you, okay?”

“Then let me get the kids out. You two fight and I’ll get them to safety. I’ll stay with them out here. Let me do this.”

Dean can’t do his job if he’s worrying about you, but this seems okay.

“Okay. Get them out and stay out here.”

“Okay,” you nod.

There are about a dozen kids huddle together on a dirty mattress on the floor, and you psst them to grab their attentions.

“Hey, kids, follow me. I’m here to get you to safety. Come on.”

Ten minutes go by and then another twenty, and Sam and Dean are still inside the barn. Screw waiting. If you can help, you’re going to fucking help.

“Okay, stay here, okay? I’ll be right back.”

“Wait, don’t go,” one of the little girls whimpers.

“You’ll be okay. No one is going to hurt you. My friends are taking care of the bad guys right now, but I have to check up on them. I’ll be right back. Just stay here, okay?”

“Dean!” You run over to him and gets tears at the pale look on his face. “No, you’re going to be okay.”

“Sammy… Y/N…” he mumbles.

“Hey, you’re gooingto be okay. Look at me, Dean,” Sam orders.

Dean opens his eyes and looks at his brother with a painful smile. “We always knew this job would take us out.”

“No, you’e not dying today,” you say. “Help me get him off.”

Sam tries to remove his brother, but Dean shouts in pain. “No, leave me here. It hurts too much.”

It’s time you give it back to him.

“Sam, help me take him off,” you say. Dean protests but you and Sam work together to get him off the spike. “You’re going to be okay, Dean. I promise.”

Sam sobs as he lays his brother down on the ground, and Dean gasps as he tries to get a lungful of air.

“You’re goig to be okay, Dean. I’m going to heal you.”

You stick your hands out and allow your powers to make them shine gold.

“What are you doing? What is going on?” Sam asks.

Dean opens his eyes and gasps out again. “Y/N… What….”

“How many years do you have left?” Sam asks.

“One hundred and forty.”

“How many years will this take?”

“All of it.”

“Y/N, no,” Dean whispers.

“I have to.” Dean’s body shines gold as you work to heal his injuries. The more he is healed, the weaker you get. “Y/N, stop. You’ll die.”

“Y/N, wake up.”

“I love you,” he cries. “I love you so much. Don’t forget that.”

The stars shine brightly when you’ve reached Heaven.

Dean knows you’ll always be watching over him and if he’s lucky, he’ll join you in Heaven when it’s his time. One day, he’ll see you again.

You just made sure that day isn’t today.

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Something To Lose

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~4k

Warnings: beautiful angst, major character death

Square Filled: healer (2021) for @spnfluffbingo

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

This would not bode well.

No one is safe after dark.

You reach her cottage and set the torch in the holder right outside her front door. You knock twice and she opens it seconds later.

“You are late.”

“I am sorry. Father had not gotten to bed yet.”

“Yes.”

“Why are you here?”

“To fufil the purpose of the coven. To heal.”

“Yes.”

Catherine mutters something in Latin before tossing in a few ingredients into the bowl. Margaret says something different in Latin and tosses a few more ingredients into the spell.

“It is now your turn, my dear,” Alice says.

Now it’s her turn.

“Drink, my dear.”

“Yes.”

“Recite them.”

“I shall do no harm. I shall only heal those who need it. I shall uphold the rules of this coven.”

“One thousand years have been added to your own lifespan. Use those years wisely. Continue our work. A new healer will be born at the moment of your death, whenever and wherever that may be.”

“I will not let you down, Sister Alice, Sister Margaret, Sister Catherine.”

They gave their lives to help you.

You’re not going to let them down. Not when you’ve already done so much for the world.

“Hey, Dean,” you answer.

“Hey, where are you? You left before I woke up.”

You look at the giant hospital in front of you. “The hospital. I have something to do here. I won’t take long.”

“Okay.”

“I alos have a surprise for you when I get home,” you say in a sultry tone.

You can hear his smirk on the other end. “Yeah? What is it?”

“Well, it involves you and me… very little clothing, almost none… and lots of kisses.”

“Sounds like my kind of surprise,” he chuckles.

“I’ll see you soon.”

She misses the last three weeks because Destiny, her little girl, got into a bad accident that left her in a coma. She hasn’t left the hospital since, so now you bring her coffee instead.

“Hey, Desiree. How are you doing?”

“I’m alright.”

“How is Destiny?”

“No change. The doctors don’t have hope she is going to wake up,” she cries softly.

You set the coffee on the table knowing she won’t drink it, and you rub her back in comfort.

“Miracles happen every day. You have have to have faith that she’ll wake up.” She nods and wipes her tears away. “Have you eaten?”

“I can’t. I can’t leave her side. She’s my little girl.”

“I’ll stay with her, okay? Go get something to eat. I’ll be here the whole time, okay? I’ll call you if anything happens.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” you smile.

“Okay, thank you.”

“It’s no problem.”

This is why you were created.

“Destiny! You’re awake! Doctor! Nurse!” she exclaims happily.

The elevator doors close and you smile to yourself. You’re never going to see Desiree again. You leave the hospital and are about to call a cab when you notice the sleep Impala by the curb.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” you ask.

“Picking you up. There’s a hunt.”

“Great,” you smile and get into the car.

“So, did you finish what you were doing?” Dean asks.

“Yeah. I just wanted to visit a friend. She’s going to be okay.”

No, it’s best to stay in the dark.

“So, what’s the hunt about?”

“We don’t know yet. All we know is that people are dead, and it kinda of looks like our thing.”

“How about after this hunt, we should take a ride to the coast. Maybe spend time at the beach. I’ve been looking at a few beach houses for rent.”

“Just us?”

“Just us,” you grin.

Police are at the crime scene when you get there, and Sam and Dean flash their badges tot he detective.

“Tell us what happened here.”

“What did the killers looks like?” Sam asks.

“Why don’t you two do research. I want to visit the mother at the hospital,” you say.

“I can’t have you in this fight,” Dean says to you when they get to the farm.

“What are you talking about? I can fight if needed.”

Dean turns to look at you over the back seat, and Sam exits out of the car to give you two a moment.

“I can’t lose you, okay?”

“Then let me get the kids out. You two fight and I’ll get them to safety. I’ll stay with them out here. Let me do this.”

Dean can’t do his job if he’s worrying about you, but this seems okay.

“Okay. Get them out and stay out here.”

“Okay,” you nod.

There are about a dozen kids huddle together on a dirty mattress on the floor, and you psst them to grab their attentions.

“Hey, kids, follow me. I’m here to get you to safety. Come on.”

Ten minutes go by and then another twenty, and Sam and Dean are still inside the barn. Screw waiting. If you can help, you’re going to fucking help.

“Okay, stay here, okay? I’ll be right back.”

“Wait, don’t go,” one of the little girls whimpers.

“You’ll be okay. No one is going to hurt you. My friends are taking care of the bad guys right now, but I have to check up on them. I’ll be right back. Just stay here, okay?”

“Dean!” You run over to him and gets tears at the pale look on his face. “No, you’re going to be okay.”

“Sammy… Y/N…” he mumbles.

“Hey, you’re gooingto be okay. Look at me, Dean,” Sam orders.

Dean opens his eyes and looks at his brother with a painful smile. “We always knew this job would take us out.”

“No, you’e not dying today,” you say. “Help me get him off.”

Sam tries to remove his brother, but Dean shouts in pain. “No, leave me here. It hurts too much.”

It’s time you give it back to him.

“Sam, help me take him off,” you say. Dean protests but you and Sam work together to get him off the spike. “You’re going to be okay, Dean. I promise.”

Sam sobs as he lays his brother down on the ground, and Dean gasps as he tries to get a lungful of air.

“You’re goig to be okay, Dean. I’m going to heal you.”

You stick your hands out and allow your powers to make them shine gold.

“What are you doing? What is going on?” Sam asks.

Dean opens his eyes and gasps out again. “Y/N… What….”

“How many years do you have left?” Sam asks.

“One hundred and forty.”

“How many years will this take?”

“All of it.”

“Y/N, no,” Dean whispers.

“I have to.” Dean’s body shines gold as you work to heal his injuries. The more he is healed, the weaker you get. “Y/N, stop. You’ll die.”

“Y/N, wake up.”

“I love you,” he cries. “I love you so much. Don’t forget that.”

The stars shine brightly when you’ve reached Heaven.

Dean knows you’ll always be watching over him and if he’s lucky, he’ll join you in Heaven when it’s his time. One day, he’ll see you again.

You just made sure that day isn’t today.

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Form and Void: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst, feeling broken and utterly helpless to the point of depression, wanting to die

Summary: You're not okay even if you keep telling yourself that. You don't want to feel this way but how can you think about getting better when pieces of yourself keep chipping away? If you're going to leave Earth, if you're going to do the unthinkable, then there is one place you need to go to first. You just hope you're not too late.

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

You take the holy oil container, the lighter, and the paper you printed and place it on the receptionist's desk where the ER entrance is. Dean will most likely enter through here where he can see the cure on display.

Without thinking, you leave the hospital right after just as you hear the Impala's engine roar into town. You're in tears and you want to die but there is one place you have to go before you leave this Earth. There is one stop before you take your own life. It's for the better. They will be happy I'm gone. I won't be able to cause pain if I'm dead. Billie will take me to the Empty and everything will be right with the world.

Dean jumps out of the car just as he parks and runs inside the hospital but you're nowhere to be found.

"Y/N! Y/N!!" He sees the things you left behind on the counter which means you're gone. You would have been here to give it to him if you didn't leave. "FUCK!"

Three people come around the corner looking confused. You just have healed them since they don't have black marks on their necks. He fishes his phone out of his pocket and calls Sam who answers on the first ring.

"Did you find her?"

"She's gone, man. She found the cure and left. She's gone," he cries.

"We'll find her. She'll be okay and we'll find her."

Dean has to believe that you're going to be okay because he's not going to know what to do if you do what he thinks you're out there doing.

Week One

Sam joined Dean's side as soon as he could after helping Jenna and her grandmother. Both have died and Amara is gone but they're pretty low on their list of problems. Now that they had the cure, they called int he authorities as soon as they could. Any remaining people who were infected were cured while the authorities got out as many bodies as they could.

Sam had to finish what you started while Dean went around the entire town and neighboring towns to see where you might have gone. With no new leads on you, they were forced to head back to the Bunker, taking their cure with them in case the Darkness had infected anyone else along the way.

The not knowing if you're alive or dead is what's killing Dean.

"Where do you think she went?" Sam asks as Dean drives.

"I don't know," he whispers.

Week Two

"What do you mean you don't know where she is? You're supposed to be the best," Dean yells over the phone.

"I mean she's nowhere to be found. I can only do so much, Dean," Rudy sighs.

Rudy is another hunter Dean is close with who is phenomenal with computers. If anyone can find you, it's Rudy. Sam and Dean have returned to the Bunker just in case you had decided to go home only to realize it's still a mess from when the Stynes broke in and ransacked everything. Right before Dean killed them all.

"There's nothing you can do?"

"She turned off her cell phone. Its last known location was in that town you cured. She stole a car but it ended up in Norfolk, Nebraska. After that, it's a dead end. I'm sorry, man."

"Yeah, alright. Let me know if anything else comes up."

"You'll be the first."

Dean hangs up and tries your phone knowing it's going to go straight to voicemail. Sam puts the books back where they belong but keeps one eye on Dean the whole time.

"What if she's dead?" Dean asks quietly while staring at his phone.

"I don't think she is."

"What if?"

"I don't know," Sam sighs.

Cas isn't answering his phone either so he truly doesn't know who to turn to. If Rudy can't find you, then he or Sam won't be smart enough to navigate the internet to find you. Rudy is the best and even you managed to slip out from underneath his radar. He can't bear the thought of you lying in a ditch somewhere rotting away. No, he's not giving up on you until he can confirm with his own two eyes that you're dead.

Week Three

You still haven't done it. You don't think you can. You hate yourself for what you did but you don't think you can end your own life. You'd never be able to forgive yourself for putting your family through that pain. You of all people know that what you're going through isn't going to be forever even if it feels like it will.

You made it to the destination you planned on going to but you haven't left. There is a little twenty-four-hour diner you've been sitting in for the past three weeks, always watching but never ordering more than some coffee. You know Sam and Dean will find you eventually so you'll soak up every bit of isolation you have until they do.

You look out the window that's facing the park and watch the kids play with their parents. It broke your heart to come back from Purgatory and see Joanna a year older. You missed an entire year of her life then and you missed an entire year of her life now. Not only hers but Maryann's and Noah's, too. Maryann will be turning three in September, Noah will be turning thirteen in November, and Joanna will be turning six in February.

Maryann has loved swings ever since you made that child's playground for her in the backyard. Even now, she is smiling and laughing as Jody pushes her on the swing. Alex is holding Joanna as she teaches her how to use the monkey bars. Noah is running around with Zeus and Colonel, playing catch. Your family is having fun without you. Maybe it's for the best. I'd ruin them, too.

How could you ever think to leave Earth without knowing your children are safe? You want nothing more than to hold them and tell them how much you love them, but how can you look at them in the eyes knowing you were on your way to them to kill them? How can you ever be around them knowing you wanted to hurt them? You were going to steal their magic and then kill them, so how could you ever face up to them?

This past year has been hell but the thought of seeing your kids made you want to fight like hell to get back to them. You were stuck inside Dean's head, but you tried everything you could to help him along the way. They don't know what you did but that magic that came from the Scarlet Witch is still inside you. What if you hurt them? What if what made her, her, is still inside you, too?

Maybe they're better off without me. I could leave and they would never know how much of a failure I am. You look away from them and at the empty spot on your ring finger. The spot that used to house such a beautiful ring. You were so horrible to Dean. You did everything you could and said everything you could to hurt him. You did it because you wanted him to hurt. How could he ever be okay with you now? How could he ever forgive you? I don't even forgive me.

"Would you like a refill?"

You look at the kind waitress with tears in your eyes and shake your head.

"No, thanks," you whisper. The waitress leaves the booth, and you see Sam and Dean at the front door right behind where she stood. You look down as they walk over, and Sam sits across from you while Dean sits next to you. "What are you doing here?"

"It took a while to find you, but I figured you wanted to see them."

"You shouldn't be here," you sniffle.

"Come home. We'll figure out what to do next but come home."

"I can't..."

"Yes, you can. What you did wasn't you. That person wasn't you."

"He's right," Sam backs his brother up. "We forgive you."

"Stop it," you cry. "I don't deserve your kindness. I was so horrible to you two. What about Claire? Oh, my God, I killed her."

"She's alive," Sam says. "After you left, she just woke up. She's fine."

"What about Charlie? She's still dead," you cry. "I killed Charlie and that waitress and those two men at the bar and that man in the cabin. Oh, my God."

Dean takes you into his arms and allows you to sob against his chest.

"I forgive you," Dean says.

"Why?" You pull away from him. "Why would you?"

"You're my wife." He takes out your wedding ring from his jacket pocket and holds it out to you. "I made a vow to you. I said, 'You gave me everything I stopped believing in.' I vowed for sickness and health. For better or for worse. That was your worst. Now, it's time to get better."

You open and close your mouth like a fish, stuttering as you try to get the words out. You want to tell them how sorry you are but don't know where to start.

"I can't describe just how sorry I am."

"You don't have to. It's going to be okay."

You know Dean is trying to make you feel better but there is nothing he can do that will make you feel better. Not now.

"No, it's not going to be okay. It can never be okay. You don't know what it's like to wake up one day and realize all the bad things you did. It's like a movie is playing and you're the bad guy but you don't remember doing those things. You just know that you did."

"I do." You look at Sam who has unshed tears in his eyes. "I know what it's like." He reaches across the table and takes your right hand, squeezing it in comfort. "You didn't give up on me when I was soulless. We're not giving up on you. I know it's not easy and it's going to be a long road to recovery but do it with us by your side."

"Come home," Dean says. "We'll take it step by step. One at a time."

You pull your hand back from Sam and look at the ring. You take it with a shaky hand before sliding it where it belongs.

"It's time they come home, too."

Weeks Four

You needed another week to get yourself together if you wanted to face up to your kids. You, Sam, and Dean are outside Jody's house waiting for her to come to the door. You're at the end of the driveway while Sam and Dean are at the front door. When Jody answers it, everything you did and said to her comes back like a freight train crashing into you.

"You had a husband, right?" you smirk. Jody's face hardens as she glares at you but she doesn't answer. "Didn't you have a son? Man, losing two people in one night. That's gotta hurt." Jody opens her mouth to say something but decides against it. "Cat got your tongue? Don't worry, I'm sure your son ate it along with your husband."

The brothers part and allow Jody to approach you. You don't have a chance to say anything because she's pulling you in for a hug.

"Jody, I am so sorry for what I said to you."

"I forgive you."

"Why?"

She pulls away from you. "I could be mad at you and hold a grudge or I can forgive you knowing that you're not that person. You're good and loving and caring, and that's the woman I am forgiving. Now, would you like to see your kids?"

"Yes, please," you nod.

Sam and Dean join your side just as Jody goes back inside the house. The longer you wait, the more you panic because what if they don't want to see you? What if they don't love you anymore? What if they hate you and want to live with Jody? What if they want Jody to be their new mom? Before more thoughts can flood your mind, the front door opens and your kids come piling out of the house.

"Mommy! Daddy!" Joanna screams happily.

She runs over to you and you scoop her up into your arms tightly.

"Oh, my angel," you cry and kiss her head.

Maryann runs on her little legs over to her dad who picks her up, and Noah goes over to Sam who pulls him in for a hug. Zeus and Colonel bark and run around excitedly that you've come back. You give Joanna to her dad while you take Maryann and hold her tightly. Noah hugs your side and you kiss the top of his head lovingly.

"Mama, why are you crying?" Maryann asks.

Hearing her speak in full sentences brings a fresh wave of tears but you force them not to fall. Your bottom lip trembles as you try to think of a response.

"I'm happy, baby. These are tears of happiness."

"Can we finally go home?" Noah asks.

"Yeah, we can."

You set Maryann down and allow Sam and Dean to help the kids and dogs into the car. You walk to Jody and Alex who have been watching from the front door.

"Thank you for taking care of them."

"Of course," Jody nods. "I'm going to check up on you in a few weeks to see how you're doing, okay?"

"Okay," you nod.

Once you get into the car, Dean drives off while Jody and Alex wave to you. I'm going home. The kids are back where they belong. This is a good thing. I'm okay. You repeat those four sentences the entire drive home.

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queen-of-deans-booty · 8 days ago

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Form and Void: Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst, feeling broken and utterly helpless to the point of depression, wanting to die

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

Dean is going to be here in a few hours so you have to do this and you have to do this fast. You pull yourself off the floor of the supply closet and wipe the tears that keep coming down. It's like once the dam broke down, you can't repair it fast enough to stop from crying. You leave the supply closet and sob, but you keep putting one foot forward no matter how much it hurts.

You walk outside and see the sun shining in the sky. You shield your eyes from the brightness and look around in search of someone who survived this ordeal. The hospital is located near a strip of stores so you walk across the street in search of a specific store. If you have any hope of catching a rabid, you have to do so without them going violent on you. If you can do that, maybe you can keep them alive long enough to get a cure out of them.

You enter the desolate general merchandise store and see even more dead bodies around. You sniffle as you make your way to the back where the camping gear is. Inside a glass case are guns and tasers, and you're only interested in one of those things. You grab a wrench from a nearby shelf and slam it into the glass which chatters it at your feet. You grab one of the tasers, some duct tape, and a long painter's stick. As you're making your way to the front of the store, you grab a metal bucket and metal chains.

Now back at the hospital, you grab a wheelchair and bring it back to the ER entrance where you stuff the wheelchair into a corner near a dumpster. You place the chains and the bucket on the wheelchair before taking your phone out. You go to YouTube and put on a random video before stuffing that into the bucket to amplify its sound.

As you're waiting for someone to take the bait, you tape the taser to the end of the stick and crouch behind a nearby bench. You don't have to wait long for someone to investigate the noise. Much to your luck, the person has black marks on his neck so you're moving in the right direction. He shuffles closer to the bucket in curiosity, and you tape the sides of the taser to keep it in an electrified state.

You jump into action and run at the guy before he has a chance to do anything, and you stab him in the back with the taser. He immediately stiffens and falls to the ground, and you look around to see if he has friends who are coming. He's not going to be down for long so if you're going to do something, you have to do it soon. Your phone rings and you see that Dean is calling you for the twentieth time.

It's no secret that you've been depressed since getting your soul back. How can you not? You've done bad, bad things that deserve punishment. It's part of the reason why you didn't want Death to put a wall in your head. You deserve to know what you've done. You deserve to feel this way and Dean just doesn't get it. He won't ever get it because he's never been soulless. Sure, you don't want a wall in your head but that doesn't mean you want to continue feeling this way.

Maybe it's a good thing. It means you have something to lose and right now, you have everything to lose. It wouldn't be fair to do all those bad things and cheat your way out. No, you have to face it head-on even though it hurts like hell to do it. It doesn't help that you're terrified of using your magic. One slip up and ruin everything so you're not going to give it a chance to slip up.

If you don't use magic, you don't have to hurt anyone.

You ignore Dean's call and shove the phone back into your pocket. You toss the bucket aside and grab the man by his shoulders. It takes some effort on your part but you manage to get him onto the wheelchair in an awkward position. Half his body is off the chair and his feet are dragging on the ground but it's the best you can do.

You bring the man back inside the hospital and into an empty room that doesn't have a dead body lying about before dumping him onto the ground. You use the chains to keep him secured to the hospital bed and wait for him to wake up. You check your phone and realize it's been an hour since you've started. Dean has about three left.

The man groans and moves his head to the right, showing off more of his black marks. You wipe your tears and force your feelings down to confront this man. It wouldn't do you any good to be a crying mess right now.

"Can you talk?" you ask when he opens his eyes. "Or are you too far gone?"

"What?" he groans.

"What's your name?"

"Bite me."

"Okay, 'Bite Me', how long have you been infected?" you sigh and cross your arms.

"Why do you want to know? My question is why aren't you infected? I smell their blood on you, not in you."

"Look, I'm trying to help you, here."

"Yeah, how?"

"If I can find a cure--"

"If," the man scoffs. "I want something real, something I can hold in my hands."

"Like what?"

"Pudding. Over there."

You look behind you to see an unopened container of pudding that should have been for a patient. You grab it and toss it to the man, and he tears into it with his fingers like a starving man.

"When were you infected?"

"This morning."

"Wait, what? Then how are you this far along?"

"I don't know. This thing isn't math. I've seen people change fast and some change slowly. In the end, we're all ending up the same way. We go psycho and then we die."

"If you work with me, I'm going to fix this for you and people like you."

"LIAR!" The man tries to lunge at you but he is stopped by the chains. "I'm dead, don't you get it?! If you were smart, you'd put a bullet in me! Please!"

The man falls back into the bed and slumps over on the ground. His eyes roll to the back of his head and you know he is dead. You let out a sob and leave the room in search of this damn cure. Dean is going to be here soon and you have to find the cure and get the hell out before he comes back. Dean has been driving like crazy to get back to you in hopes you haven't left yet. As he's driving, his phone rings and he answers it without looking at the Caller ID.

"Y/N?"

"No, it's Sam."

"Damn it. What is it?"

"Something is happening with Amara. Jenna and her grandmother are freaking out. They say Amara levitated building blocks with letters on them and stuck them to the wall."

"What did it say?"

"Feed me. I mean, it sounds like something out of 'The Exorcist'."

"Yeah, it does," Dean scoffs.

"Do you think it's a demon?"

"Or the kid got infected by something. Who knows what was in that giant, crazy fart."

"Wow, vivid. Thanks."

"Look, I got this handled but I just wanted you to know. How's Y/N?"

"She's not answering the phone, man. What if she's gone when I get there?"

"Then we find her."

"What if we're too late?"

"We won't be."

Dean hangs up the phone and presses on the accelerator harder. The entire town might be dead but the internet still works. Maybe you can find something on there that will help you. The tears have stopped coming but the ache in your heart hasn't gone away. Let it stay there. I deserve to feel it. The CDC has dealt with a lot of diseases but never something like this, and you can't find anything that remotely matches up to what's going on here. You try different websites that aren't originally from America when you hear something.

It sounds like someone is singing.

The sound echoes in the dark hallway. Whoever that it might be dangerous so you grab the taser that you used on the man earlier.

"'O Death, 'O Death, won't you spare me over another year? Oh, what is this that I can't see with ice-cold hands taking hold of me? When God is gone and the devil takes hold, who'll have mercy on your soul?"

You walk into the hallway and see a black woman standing on the other end of it. She keeps singing and looking at the dead bodies, having not seen you yet. She doesn't look infected. She smirks and looks at you like she knows you.

"Hey, Y/N."

"How do you know my name? Who are you?"

"I think you mean 'what'. Here's a hint. You, your husband, and his brother have been real good for business lately."

"You're a Reaper," you say and lower the taser.

"The circle gets the square," she smiles.

"What's your name?"

"Mm, you flirtin' with me, kid? 'Cause, no offense, but you ain't my type. I'm not looking to get friendly with the woman who helped gut my boss."

"That wasn't me. I didn't know Dean was going to do that, but I am sorry."

"So am I, but people are still dying so I've got work to do, souls to collect, and messages to deliver."

"Messages? What kind?"

"It's over."

"What's over?"

"You, Sam, and Dean dying and coming back again and again. The old Death thought it was funny, but now there's one hard, fast rule in this universe. What lives, dies. So, the next time you or your husband or his brother bite it, well, you're not going to Heaven or Hell. One of us--and, Lord, I hope it's me--are gonna make a mistake and toss you out into the Empty. Nothing comes back from that."

"Yeah, well, I deserve it."

"Yes, I know about Charlie." A painful pang hits your chest. "I'm the one who reaped her." Again, another painful pang in your chest. "I'm also the one who reaped every person you killed. I wanted to be there to witness your demise."

"Did she make it? To Heaven, I mean."

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

You look away from the Reaper with tears in your eyes.

"Look, if all you're going to do is stand there and patronize me, I have work to do. I have a cure to find for these people."

"Yes, all of them are unclean. Unclean in the biblical sense. So, I hope I'll be seeing you three again. My name's Billie, by the way."

In one second, she's gone and you're all alone. You think back to her words. She said biblical. You've been looking at this wrong. If the Darkness caused all of this, then it wouldn't be in some medical books. It would be in the Bible. You walk back into the room with the dead man and use the laptop to look up biblical purification. You come across Mark 9:49 which loosely states that "Everyone will be purified by fire as a sacrifice is purified by salt."

Fire. Holified fire. Holy water? Holy oil. Holy oil is the key to the cure. Burn the infected and they will be healed. Make sense. You quickly print this paper and grab it off the printer before rummaging through the bag Dean left behind. Thankfully, the holy oil container is still inside so you grab it just in time for three infected people to stride into the hospital.

"Hey! Over here," you call out.

They snarl when they see you and immediately start running over to you. You lead them to an empty trauma room without a bed inside where you splash the holy oil into a circle. You step back just as the three enter the room. You take out your lighter and toss it onto the oil as soon as they step into the circle. The oil ignites and all three people start screaming in pain as the marks on their necks are burned off. They collapse onto the ground in pain but you can see the marks going away. The holy fire dies down once it has done its job, and you walk over to the three cautiously. One of the women peers up at you with tears in her eyes.

"Thank you," she cries.

You've done it. You've cured them. You did what you said you were going to do.

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