#(my only thoughts on them as people is that jarpad seems like the kind of person who doesn’t know when a joke is going too far)

[wormieapple]

i very, very genuinely do not understand y people h8 the actor men so much??? or by association the characters the actor men play???? does this enhance your enjoyment of the show, is that why??? does dividing yourself from others to fight them on relatively menial things bring more dopamine to people and that’s why they get up in arms abt j2 and hellers and all these other things that i just genuinely cannot see a meaningful goal to????

it is inch resting

[i-make-fun-of-spn-characters]

No idea if you're still willing to be serious for 5 seconds, but do you have some big fleshed out takes about Dabb era ? I agree 100% with you about the lack of emotional weight many things had in it - I liked a lot of the themes it explored but watching the show for the characters and their relationships, that era was almost never really pleasant to watch for me ? I didn't really care about Jack, I understand what they were doing with him but they just never got me to really care about this whole new character and his storyline - they had cool side characters they could have brought back more instead (Jody, Donna, Claire, Linda Tran, Garth, Aaron Bass, Krissy), and honestly new characters like the Banes twins or Lily Sunder were much more interesting imo than Jack ever was - I did LOVE what they did with Rowena, and loved the idea to bring Mary back, but at some point they just didn't do any meaningful shit with her and it was so frustrating ? I think the only episode that was truly fully pleasant to watch for me was Mint Condition... there's just a lot of heart missing in that era (and it was plagued with constant boring Nick/lucifer shit), that funnily enough I felt was more present in Carver era despite all the continuous angst. Got some thoughts you want to share on all this ?

TL;DR my big fleshed out take on the Dabb era:

I agree with pretty much everything you said. Seasons 13-15 are easily my least favorite of the entire show. They are a mess narratively imo, with a real feel to them like things were just being thrown at a wall each episode to see what would stick, and anything that didn’t was just wooshed away as if it never existed... except it had, and this was happening right up to the final episodes with seemingly dropped plots with The Empty, Kevin, whatever the hell happened to Adam in the end, etc. I lost a lot of interest in actively watching current episodes over that time and no lie I didn't even want to finish the show after watching 15.17 despite there being only 3 episodes left to air, because I was so fed up and done with everything that had been written by that point. I was disappointed with the writing choices that had been made with Sam, Dean, and Cas. I absolutely felt a huge decline in quality over Dabb's run, I hated how Lucifer seemed to pop up everywhere, I hated how many characters were brought back as shadows of their former selves for cheap fan service (there was no understanding of what people actually liked about the original Bobby or Charlie for example), writing of Sam and Dean seemed to change drastically from one episode to the next, continuity issues seemed to get much worse, there were some plot moments that were too contrived even for the campiness of SPN. I felt that the leader plot line for Sam really fell short of actually framing him as an actual good leader, his reactions to things in some episodes felt extremely lifeless and off to me (god bless Jarpad it wasn’t his fault he didn’t get any LINES when things happened), Dean by contrast in some episodes was reduced to to an irrationally angry person who was constantly being told he was irrationally angry both when he was and was not being irrationally angry, who was made to throw far too many lamps, and I am still bitter about how Castiel's tendency to run off to lone wolf/fall on a sword/ghost everyone/sideline Sam and Dean was never really addressed in a way that lead to any sort of resolution and change and catharsis for his character but just went on for his entire run on the show. I was excited for Mary, I enjoyed the storyline with her in season 12 but I didn't feel they showed much growth after that and it just felt like rehashing the same things, and again, just kind of directionless until they killed her off again and did a tribute episode that made me feel nothing, stuffed with scenes it was far too late to show me (not Samantha’s fault, and while I didn’t always think she was a strong actor, she acted her socks off toward the end). Completely agreed that Rowena's characterization is the one shining beacon of the last few seasons, though I would have liked to see her again after the "Queen of Hell" reveal, in the final Chuck confrontation that lives in my head.

...That said, I hate the “Chuck is the final villain” reveal as a concept. It really feels like it spits on the work of previous showrunners. It tramples on the concept of Team Free Will as the underdog group who stood up to beings far more powerful than them and came out on top by making it the machinations of puppet master Chuck. “The Heroes Journey” pisses all over Sam and Dean’s characters and the show for a cheap laugh. Then the whole meta-ness of the writer of the story being evil and trying to ruin it and killing Becky for disliking what’s being written makes me wanna tear my hair out. 

Jack... *sigh* I like Jack as a character. I really do. I think he is extremely good hearted, and I find him sympathetic, and he's a cute lil' nougat dude. In many ways he reflects Sam, Dean, and Cas (though I never see the Dean part acknowledged—their feelings about good and evil, the treatment of others emotional boundaries, and sacrifice are very closely aligned imo). I think that having a character like Jack brought into the fold could have been a great move... but it didn't work out as one overall. What I feel happened is that the thing people loved and watched all these years for, the relationships between the original Team Free Will, started to warp and distort around Jack after he was introduced. I don't like how much drama between Sam, Dean, and Cas came from this need to make them continuously circle around the concept of Jack's powers and volatility and upbringing and his place in the family and whether or not he could be saved, and whether Dean could bring himself to love him as part of the family and in what way (there’s a whole separate essay there). Significant screen time was also seeded away from Sam, Dean, and Cas and their relationships with one another for Jack's development, and then more time was also taken away for conversations between AU characters amongst each other that no one cared about and felt pointless as they didn’t do anything meaningful with these side characters anyway. These made the dramatic conflicts among TFW and TFW 2.0 even more dragged out and frustrating, and sucked more of the show’s heart out. Tbh everything felt so inconsistent at times it felt like Dabb just handed everyone a couple episodes and said, “write whatever the hell you want. I don’t care” and made no attempts to form a cohesive storyline. 

[theyarebothgunshot]

ROSE I AM FREAKING OUT HAVE YOU SEEN THE PREQUEL STUFF???? WHAT IS GOING ON, my god... I was literally about to go to sleep, decided to check Tumblr one last time and see this.... what WHAT!! WHATTTT!!!!!! I don't even know if this is good bad or what but just JENSEN IS PRODUCING A SUPERNATURAL PREQUEL AND DEAN'S GONNA BE THE NARRATOR OR Sth LIKE???? -🐸

YEAH i am normal about this <3 (jk i am also freaking out) welcome to: people screaming to me in my inbox about prequelgate ft. j/2 fallout theory. let's goooo!

Another copypasta and suddenly chaos machine is full on gay I love this prophecy

you know whats funny i just checked the j/2 tag and i feel like for the first time in a long time they are starting to realise that maybe THEY should be the ones who are "gutted" *sips tea*

ROSE HOLY SHIT ROOOOOOOOSE ITS HAPPENING HOLY SHIIIIIT

YEAH

Nevermind just read prequel and well good luck I guess but just you know kind of bleh who wants to watch John Winchester well let’s have hope anyways

i know a lot of people are bummed out but i am kind of very excited actually?? i trust robbie and even though yeah j*hn winchester turned into a nasty abusive bastard, it can be interesting to explore how it all started (imo). it's just the first of many stories they can tell.

I can only accept this circus if it’s Dean telling the stories to his and Cas’ kids and then we have a revival to show that the whole finale was in fact the end Chuck wanted there Jensen I fixed it

i would not say no to this

heyloo bee anon here

um- wtf is happening?

jackles prequel series?? why? i want to be excited about this but sheesh im scared

because supernatural is never dead <3

okay, but, jensen... john winchester ≠ jdm, you don’t have to go /that/ hard for him 🙃

true true... though i am waiting for jdm to comment on this, please i need it

WAIT A SECOND J2 FALLOUT THEORY TRUE??

LMAO HELL YEAH BESTIE

Rose you really picked the worst time to sleep for real

bestie it was literally 4 in the morning, what do you expect from me sdfjsfhsf

I can’t literally can’t we were all right LMAO j2 fallout theory is real and cockles (Misha supporting Jensen) is [gunshots] I’m just laughing cause what the hell is this timeline we’re living LMAOOOOOOOOOO

we would always end up here <3

Do we have the copypaste anons to thank for JP basically confirming the J2 fallout? lol 🦚

yes, everybody say 'thanks annoying idiots!'

ROSE, WAKE UP, COME HERE,

THERE'S A LOT GOING ON FFS

YEAH I KNOW BUT I NEEDED SLEEP

Anticipating that there's going to be a lot of yelling about the prequel on here: I am cackling, but also, I mean, the first time Dean got a look into his parent's past, Cas was the catalyst: literally entered Dean's mind and catapulted him to the 70s. So idk, it's not completely unreasonable to expect some Cas cameos, maybe setting up a parallel timeline since Dean is narrating. What I'm saying is, this is Jackles, he's getting JDM and Misha in on this lmao -Honeymoon Anon

you were right lmfaooo also i fully agree. misha's tweet further cemented that thought for me. he knew about this prequel and i dont think he is cas-baiting us, i think he'll be involved. i'd also be obsessed to see jensen and jdm act together again (though idk who jdm could play seeing as it's a prequel and he is way too old to play young j*hn)

longlivethetribbles heeft gevraagd:

Heyyyyyy bestie, are you SEEING the absolute madness going on right now holy shit

well a little late but I SURE AM BESTIE

bestie wake up pls s16 finale just dropped.

- 🍯

and WHAT a great one it was

I love coming home from work to see all of the chaos unfolding on Tumblr and Twitter. I'm absolutely buzzing right now. I'll probably still be here by the time you wake up and check tumblr 😂 - 🐢

lmaooo and were you still awake?? did you see my freak out??

Oooh bestie wake the fuck up, I know you’re gonna be excited for this one jsnsjsj

god i had SUCH a morning like. it's 12:00 now and all i did since i woke up is check tumblr rip

short summary: jen and dee gain the rights, they post on ig/twitter about a prequel ft john and mary that no one asked for, the fandom loses its everloving shit as usual, they trend on twitter thanks to the beloved twt intern who missed us, misha qt’s jen about cas possibly benefiting from being in the prequel, then j*red qt’s jensen abt how his feelings got hurt by him not being told about a prequel his character as no involvement in & he initially throws a tantrum, and the rest is history - 🦋 anon (ps: i hope this helps a little, i’ve been scattered brained trying to keep up with it all night lmao so pls let me know if i missed anything, bug crew !!)

thank you so much darling i figured it out eventually but this is a helpful summary!!!

I hope you enjoyed waking up to all of this XD -🐢

i sure did!!! also that answers my question about you being awake lmao

I WILL NEVER EVER EVER FORGIVE MYSELF FOR SLEEPING THROUGH ALL OF THIS DRAMA AND NOT EXPERIENCING IT IN PERSON I DIDN'T NEED THIS SLEEP - tea anon

well the party was still going strong this morning so im not TOO "gutted" see what i did there lmaooo

Now that you are caught up with the news... So idk if you remember this but...didn't jarpad tell jackles he was up for a reboot in an online panel? And jackles answered that this was news to him??

-🍯

yeah i think you are right but he was clearly joking and didnt expect jackles to actually be working on something already

J2 anon spare more of those anons let's finish this - tea anon

please, we're having a ball in this bitch

I saw a post on tumblr where someone said now that Kripke gave J&D the rights, maybe they’re starting with a prequel just to end on a reboot in years time and honestly ? I wanna believe that so badly. This is tinhatty but what if this is all calculated in a way that makes it so that Jensen is slowly starting to fix everything that was wrong with spn - now that he has the rights and he’s slowly making spn his own story ?! I mean he did say in his ig post he wants to ‘fill in the rest’ - and maybe Mary and John’s story is only the beginning of spn related content from J&D to come ??? Maybe he wants to give spn the justice it deserves ?? Thoughts ??

i dont think this is tinhatty at all i think this is very possible and not that much of a reach. i could see this happening yeah for sure

want to hear something funny. I found out I had a ruptured blood vessel in my eye because I was sending my friend a video freaking out when the prequel news dropped and I noticed the corner of my eye was red af. and when I got back online jared had tweeted.

DJFHSJD ANON THE CHAOS OF IT ALL, HELP, are you okay? <3

rose.. bestie... how are you feeling about The News? nsfshsf being european is a curse </3 🐞

i feel GREAT im living for it i feel on top of the world tbh (and yeah it really is dsjfhs)

What am I waking up to I can't WHAT I rested my eyes for like 5 minutes help *hits reblog button* - anon anon

yep yep essentially djfhs

“Jensen and Misha are Co workers who barley talk”

I can’t be sure of course but I’m fairly certain that this is the copypasta that brought the j/2 fallout theory back to life. Who’s apparently ‘barely talking’ now? skansjsjsj. It’s almost prophetic, these j/2 anons have superpowers I’m telling ya.

-poker face anon

next time we get one of them we should be thanking them lmaooo

ok, but are we gonna talk about the "When Daneel and I formed Chaos Machine Productions, we knew that the first story we wanted to tell was the story of John and Mary Winchester [...]"-quote because the way this is phrased implies they formed CHAOS MACHINE Productions with the intent of telling this story (first), i haven't been in this dumpster long enough but the name just tickles me in that Misha way, isn't it so sus??? am i missing something???? i mean with this announcement they SURE lived up to that name... 🧩-anon

you are absolutely right, chaos machine SCREAMS misha and we are all here for it!!

hey hey hey. joining the clownverse, there's no way THEE cas girl danneel doesn't know just how much the fandom loves misha and cas. so 2 + 2 = misha in the spn prequel!

AGREED

So I think I finally managed to catch up on wtf happened while I was asleep and my brain melted. What a shit show to wake up to.

Anyway thoughts.

I don't hate the idea of a Mary&John sequel. I think it has the potential to be good (It has the potential to be really bad too, so I'm kind scared).

🕯️🕯️🕯️ manifesting Mary being badass and John being kinda useless🕯️🕯️🕯️

As for the Jensen and J*red thing.

I can see Jensen not telling J*red even if they are still friends, because J*red is kinda good at accidentally telling Secrets. He could have told him right before he announced it so, so that J*red didn't have to find out from twitter. He was on the show for 15 years, he is bound to get asked about it. The public twitter meltdown was really unprofessional so. Like you have Jensen's number J*red. You could have sorted that out in private like a normal person, but instead you choose to act like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

Is it weird that I'm actually going to be kinda that for them if the actually had a falling out, even tho I don't like J*red all that much. They seemed to be really important to each other and while I thought before that the might have triefted apart a bit, I didn't think that the where actively fighting.

- 🐌 anon

the thing is, the polite/normal thing for jensen to do was text him before announcing it on twitter. it's weird he didn't, and that makes me believe that maybe yeah they did have a falling out. especially with the way j*red responded to it on twitter. if he had no other reason to be this upset (no prior beef or falling out) you'd think that he wouldn't be responding like this. on the other hand, the man is a mysterie to me so who the hell knows. i'm not gonna mourn about it if they did/do grow apart because j*red is just.... awful imo.

[yourewelcomeforbeingmyfriend]

Dear Friend - Part 1

Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean meets a girl on a new hunter website and begins an online romance. The only problem is, they don’t know who the other person is. Could their love for one another last only in the confines of the computer screen or will their desire for something more lead them to finally meet? 

Warnings: None

A/N: This is a send up to my favorite movie - “You’ve Got Mail.” It’s also inspired by the movies “Shop Around the Corner,” “In the Good Old Summertime,” and the musical “She Loves Me,” which are all based on the same play. If you know any of those, then you probably know how this story will go, but it’s got a hunter twist to it, of course. I absolutely loved writing this so I hope you all enjoy it, too. A huge thanks to @hannahindie for letting me run thoughts by her and for betaing this for me. 

There were very few things in Dean’s life nowadays that brought him pleasure: Led Zeppelin on the radio during their usual cross-country drives; that first bite of a burger – the crunch of the crisp lettuce mixing with the tenderness of the patty; that moment right before falling asleep when everything was quiet and at peace. Over the past six months, however, a new pleasure had crept into his life: the joy of receiving a message from her, HellsBelle25. 

HellsBelle25 was all he knew her as, this woman who had in such a short amount of time stolen his heart. They met on a new internet forum for hunters. She had helped him with a spell he found in an old book. The page it was on had been so worn holes had poked through it, leaving the spell little more than a macabre Mad-Lib for anyone to fill in the blanks. Thankfully, this woman knew the book and apparently had a copy of her own to complete the missing pieces.

He’d never be able to say what drove him to it, but after her help literally saved his and Sam’s asses, something deep within in him told him to reach out and personally thank her. 

Thanks for helping with that spell. We would’ve been toast if it weren’t for you. What’s your name, by the way? Maybe we’ve crossed paths before.  – BabyDriver67

Anytime. Maybe one day you’ll be able to return the favor. But let’s not go through the trouble of names. Hunters’ lives are short enough as it is. Why not fill them with a little mystery ;) – HellsBelle25

And that was how his correspondence with HellsBelle25 started. In the following months they exchanged all sorts of things with each other. Tips on how to best kill various monsters, stories of their latest kills, interesting lore they’ve come across. Everything except their names. It drove Dean mad. Who was this woman he was falling so hard for? His mind’s eye went crazy with speculation. He longed to simply know her name so he could have the pleasure of letting it pass his lips. HellsBelle25, as endearing as it was, did not have the same melodious effect. 

But still he pressed on, deciding it was better to have her and not know her name than risk losing her for the sake of that one identifier. Instead he continued talking to her about different aspects of his life. 

Hey there, 

I have a brother. I won’t let you know his name either, for the sake of mystery, but we’re really close. Right now he’s sawing logs on the bed here in our motel room. He’s a good hunter. Hard headed, but he always strives to do what’s right. He almost got out of the life when we were younger. He got into a good college and almost made something of himself. I was so mad at him when he left for school. My dad was, too. He was my best friend and he was abandoning me. Looking back on it, though, I wish it would’ve worked out for him to stay. The fact that he got into college after living most of our lives on the road is amazing. I hated school. It was just in the way of my freedom, but he was really good at it. I think right now he’s doing something great in the grand scheme of things, fighting monsters and that sort of thing, but he could’ve done something even greater if he had gotten out. But he said it was the right thing to do – leaving school when he did. That’s my brother for you, always doing the right thing. He’s a better man than me and you’d probably like him. 

I know we said no names and no details and I’ll abide by that, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say I look forward to your messages on here. There are few things in my life that I look forward to nowadays. Hell, there’s probably not been much I’ve ever looked forward to, isn’t that depressing? But logging on to this thing and seeing the little message notification makes my day better, because I know a message from you will make it better. Sorry, I know that might be weird to say, but it’s true. 

There it was, Dean beginning to bear his soul to a mysterious stranger. He felt as though he just drew down his collar and exposed his jugular for the kill. After he hit send he immediately regretted it, but it was gone now, flitting off into hyperspace. 

What made matters worse was how she took three days to respond. Every chance he got, he logged in to the site to see if she replied. He cursed inwardly, and once outwardly only to be met with confusion by Sam. One evening he logged in again, a last bit of hope before shutting himself off completely from future prospects, and found what he had been waiting for; a little number one positioned over an envelope icon. He had a new message. He could feel the vein in his temple throb with every beat of his heart as he clicked the icon and saw that the message was, in fact, from her. 

Dear Friend,

I feel completely awful for letting such a message sit in my inbox for so long. I’m sure in other lines of business, saying you’ve been off the grid and unable to get to it seems like a lie, but I swear to you it’s the truth. Did you hear about the haunting in the Appalachians that’s been happening? Who knew that a small secluded section of the woods could be so infested with ghosts? It makes me think twice before going camping again. 

Your brother sounds like a great man. I’m sure you’re proud of him, but from what you’ve told me about yourself, I’m sure he’s proud to have you as a brother, too. Try not to sell yourself so short. I have a brother, too. He’s not in the life like us, so I don’t get to see him all the time, but when I do it’s great. He’s got a wife and a cute little kid. Seeing him with his family, especially my little niece, reminds me why I’m doing all of this. It’s a crap life most days but it’s all to protect people like them. 

As for the rest of it, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t agree. I find myself thinking about you. I pretend like we’re the oldest and dearest of friends, instead of what we really are: strangers who met over a summoning spell on the internet. There are times where I’ll be doing something mundane like making a sandwich or even reading through lore and I find myself wondering if you’re doing the same. What kind of sandwich does he like best? What is he hunting this week? What will he say next? I sit and wait impatiently for the impossibly slow motel internet to bring up the site so I can see if you’ve written. My foot shakes with impatience and I bite at my nails – a terrible habit that I’ve had since I was a child. I hold my breath as I wait to see that little envelope icon with a number over it. The rest of the world falls away to me. Monsters and ghosts be damned. I have a message – a message from you.

It’s becoming borderline dangerous. One day I could find myself trying to kill a vampire and my mind could slip to you, then boom – I could be the vampire’s treat. 

You’re bad for business, BabyDriver67.

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[spnsisimagines]

Day 9: Ice Skating

Warnings: None Characters: Sam & Dean Winchester, Sister Winchester Reader, Castiel Summary: Y’all go ice skating! Reader’s Age: Not old enough to buy alcohol? Word Count: 1616

Y/N: Your Name

A/N: Fun fact; I’ve never been ice skating. Enjoy!

25 Days of Christmas Masterlist

You stood at your dresser putting some clothes away when Sam appeared in your doorway. "Hey," he leaned against the door.

"What's up?" You asked.

"I'm gonna head out to pick up a few things we need, wanna come?"

You thought for a moment, "Sure, why not?" You closed your drawer and flashed Sam a smile.

You two arrived in the small town not too far away.

Sam pulled up into the grocery store parking lot. As you got out, your eyes were focused on something being built across the street. "What do you think it is?" You asked Sam, keeping your eyes focused on the construction.

"Probably an ice skating rink," Sam replied.

"How do you know?" You glanced at him.

"Because of the big sign that says, 'New ice skating rink! Open tonight at seven!'" Sam looked at you with a slight grin.

"Oh... I didn't see that..." You mumbled, earning a few chuckles from Sam.

After you and Sam got the stuff you walked back outside. "We should go ice skating," you turned around, getting in front of him and walking backward.

"You wanna go ice skating? Why?" He questioned.

"I've never been! I think it would be fun to see Cas and Dean on skates," you smiled at just the thought.

"Actually, Dean and I took you once when you were pretty little. You fell on your butt and cried so hard your tears actually started melting the ice," Sam joked, earning a bitch-face from you. "Kidding! You did cry pretty hard, though."

You two reached the Impala. Sam went to the driver's side and you went to the passenger's; you both stopped before opening the door, "Well, now that I'm older, if I fall, I won't cry! So, what do ya' say?" You did a little shimmy.

"If you can convince Dean and Cas to go then you bet we can go ice skating," Sam smiled before getting in.

"Yes!" You whispered-yelled before getting into the Impala.

After arriving home at the bunker, Sam went to put the groceries away and you went to go talk to Dean.

"Hey, Dean..." You placed your hands on a chair that was across from him.

"Hey," Dean closed his laptop.

"What are your... Uh... Views on ice skating?" You cringed at the sentence you just said. You really couldn't come up with anything better?

"My views?" Dean chuckled, "I don't know, it's... Something? I-" Dean stopped himself and shrugged.

"I mean, what would it take to get you to go ice skating? Hypothetically!" You asked. Dean's eyebrows furrowed together before a smirk took over his face. "I-I don't like that look," you pointed at him.

"You wanna know what it's gonna take to get me to go ice skating, huh?" Dean slowly nodded. "I want three pies, a case of beer..." Dean stopped to think, "And a friend a few towns over needs help with moving a grand piano into her new house, I really don't wanna do it, but I'm sure she'll be happy with you goin'." Dean's smirk got bigger.

"You want me to help your friend move a grand piano? Do you even see these noddle arms? How the hell am I supposed to do that?" You dropped your arms to your sides.

"If you do all of that today, then I'll go ice skating," Dean leaned back in his chair.

"YOU WANT ME TO DO ALL THAT TODAY?" You yelled. Dean pursed his lips and nodded. You let out a large sigh, "What kind of pie you want?"

"Surprise me," he grinned at you.

"I'll surprise you alright..." You mumbled, "Dean you do realize that I'm not even old enough to buy beer, right?"

"Figure it out," he simply replied as he opened his laptop again. You groaned and ran out of the room.

"SAM! SAMMY!" You yelled shortly before entering the kitchen.

"What! What?" Sam was about to run out of the kitchen before he saw you.

"We need to go back to the store,"

"Sam can't help you," Dean said as he entered the kitchen, "You gotta do it on your own."

Your mouth was slightly agape, "W-what? How-" you stared at Dean, "I am not letting you win, Dean Winchester, you hear me?" You left the kitchen, "YOU WON'T WIN!" You yelled.

It took you only half an hour to put together a fake I.D. You tossed your bag over your shoulder and told your brothers you were heading out. First, you'll go help Dean's friend and on the way back you'll pick up the things Dean requested.

You got into a car and started driving. It'll only take you two hours tops to get there with the speed you're going, possibly a few hours to help, two hours to get back, plus having to stop to get the stuff, and you'll have a few hours to spare to go ice skating.

... Sam and Dean's P.O.V...

"You really don't think she's going to do all that stuff?" Sam asked.

"Nah, after the piano and the drive she'll be too tired to even think about ice skating." Dean leaned back in his chair.

"We'll see about that, man," Sam chuckled as he took a swig of beer.

... Your P.O.V...

You finally got done with the piano, it took a little longer than anticipated, but that's okay, you still got time if you just go a little faster going back.

You drove up to the grocery store and went in, going straight for the pie. You looked at the choices, thinking which ones would Dean hate the most. Which is almost impossible since Dean loves all pies. You were just going to get three apple pies until you saw it; Shepherd's pie. The pie filled with meat and potatoes. Dean loves meat, but he believes it doesn't belong in pie. You grabbed three and went to find the beer.

You grabbed a case off the shelf and went to check out. You set your items down as the clerk gave you a weird look.

"Can I see some I.D.?" She asked.

You nodded and pulled out your I.D., praying that it would work. She looked at you, then your I.D., then you again before giving it back to you and telling you your amount owed. You gave her the money and rushed out of the store to get home. You still have a few hours before the rink closes.

You arrived home and ran inside with the bags of pie and beer. You strode into the library and placed them in front of Dean. "Let's go," you smiled.

Dean stared at the bags, "You've been gone all day, you really wanna go ice skating?"

"I. Win." You stared deep into his eyes with a small satisfied smirk.

Dean sighed, "Alright, you won, let's go," Dean stood up and grabbed his jacket. Sam stood as well and gave you a smile.

You called Cas on the way to the rink and he popped into the Impala. After you explained what you were doing, he was pretty much on board. Mainly because he didn't understand how it could be so hard.

You all got to the ice skating rink and got your skates. You got yours on, you tried to stand up on them but immediately fell forward, but luckily Sam was there to catch you and help balance you.

"These are beyond uncomfortable to walk around in," you commented, everyone seemed to agree.

"It's not that bad," Sam replied.

"Oh, that's right," Dean spoke, "You used to go ice skating," he laughed.

"You've ice skated?" You questioned.

"Yeah, I was pretty good at it," Sam replied. You nodded, a little impressed.

"Alright, enough chit-chat! Let's go!" You limped over to the actual rink, holding onto the wall.

You placed your right foot on the ice and it shot forward, you hit the ground with a thud that made people turn their heads. Dean had to hold his laughter in as Sam helped you up.

"I'll get the hang of it, just you wait!" You were a little delirious from the day you've had.

You were able to get both feet on the ice without either of them slipping from under you. You clung to the wall as Sam helped coach you. You turned around and saw Dean about to get on the ice. You and Sam both stopped to watch.

Dean got both feet on the ice, everything seemed to be good until his foot went forward and his hands started flying everywhere, along with his feet. He struggled to try and get his footing. It kind of looked like a cat on ice.

After what seemed like forever of slipping, Dean finally stopped and stood still. He let out a breath of relief before his feet shot out from under him and he hit the ground. You, Sam and the people on the rink burst out laughing as Dean just slowly laid down on the ice.

Sam helped you skate over and Sam offered a hand to help Dean up, which he grudgingly took.

You patted Dean on the shoulder as you all watched Cas take his first few steps onto the ice. He looked like he was a natural. One foot after the other he glided around the rink. You all watched with your mouths slightly agape as your angel friend mastered ice skating in only a few seconds.

Cas skated over to you and stopped.

"You-you were... I..." You were speechless.

"I told you I didn't understand why humans thought this was hard," Cas commented as he slowly skated away. You started laughing, your brothers shortly joining.

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Dusty Shelves

Pairing: Sam x librarian!reader  Characters: Sam, the reader Warnings: light swearing, light angst, not much else!  Summary: The reader is a librarian who spends most of her time curled up with a book in the back of the library. Sam’s on a case in her town (which also happens to be Bobby’s town), spending most of his time pouring over lore books in the very same section. Over time Sam comes back to visit his friend in Souix Falls more and more, and coincidentally starts going to the library during those visits. As he starts to notice her, hunched over a story in the way back, he finds himself more and more drawn to everything she does. Will fate tug them together, or is it just not in the cards for these two?  Tag List: @amanda-teaches@myplaceofthingsilove@evyiione@mogaruke@aliensdeservebetter@spnfanficpond​ @amanda-teaches@myplaceofthingsilove@evyiione@mogaruke@aliensdeservebetter@27bmm@craving-cas @spnfanficpond​ @amanda-teaches  @myplaceofthingsilove  @spectaculicious@bambinovak@bambinovak@writingthingsisdifficult@padackles2010@mamaredd123@milkymilky-cocopuff @iwantthedean@zeppo-in-a-trenchcoat@spntrista @d-s-winchester@just-another-busy-fangirl@winchesterprincessbride@waywardjoy@supernaturalyobsessed@whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname@sandlee44@fangirl1802@kittenofdoomage@evyiione@winchestersmut@purgatoan@mogaruke@therewillbeblood@megansescape@taste-of-dean@leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @scarlet-soldier-in-an-impala@deathtonormalcy56@wildfirewinchester@notnaturalanahi@jensen-jarpad@impalaimagining@fangirlextraordinaire@itseverythingilike@jesspfly@lovekittykat21@mysteriouslyme81@mrswhozeewhatsis@aiaranradnay@supernatural-jackles@girl-next-door-writes@spnsasha@27bmm@spnfanficpond @amanda-teaches@myplaceofthingsilove@spectaculicious@bambinovak@writingthingsisdifficult@spn-imagines-to-feel@spn-ficfanatic@cleverdame@saxxxology@jensen-jarpad @keepcalmandcarryondean dancingpanda137

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Cozy, familiar, if not a little boring- that’s what your job was as a local librarian. You really didn’t mind the work, even if it was sometimes pointless, as long as you got to actually read the books in addition to stacking them over and over. 

In truth, that was one of the only reasons you kept the job- for a small library in Sioux Falls, the selection was really amazing. And, being as you were an employee, you had first pick on the books you wanted. 

Most of your days were spent rushing through your actual tasks that were meant to eat up time. And then, when you’d sloppily finished, you’d pour through the catalogs or curl up by a window in the back to read something you’d selected. 

Currently you were obsessed with anything by Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist in particular. Even though you’d already read the text two or three times, that didn’t stop you from reading it a fourth. 

It was the perfect little spot, your seat by the window. Overlooking a crowded street in the town, it provided a wall from the outside world. With the stillness of the library muffling all sounds from below, and that thick glass separating you from the rest of the insanity, it was easy to get lost in a story. 

Because that was your favorite part about reading, the places you could go. When you found a book you truly liked, which was pretty much all of them, you’d get so wrapped up by the plot and characters that it felt like you were flying. 

Lovers die tragically? You’d feel that same pain crack something deep within your chest. Best friends reunite after years and years of solitude? Bubbly, unabridged joy ripples through you as it did them. 

It always fascinated you, even from a young age, how simple words on a page could evoke such emotion- such passion. It almost felt unfair, like something you should keep hidden so nobody could steal or take this amazing thing. 

So, there you sat, the book placed in your lap and you hunched over its pages. On a particularly sunny day, you’d chosen Jane Ere as something you wanted to read again- you’d always had a genuine love for the classics. 

But then he walked in. 

This man you’d never seen before, dressed in jeans and a worn out flannel, walked right into your own private haven. You were in such a remote section, hardly anyone ever came back there- save for couples looking for a new makeup spot or people who were legitimately lost.  

So when you saw this random guy, who had never been to the library before, sat right down and pull out a book on witchcraft, it raised a few red flags. 

Your shock must have been written all over your face, because before long he looked up from his book and smiled awkwardly, “Uh, it’s for a history paper.”

“Oh,” You replied- equally as uncomfortable, “Sorry, I, uh, didn’t mean to get in your business- read what you want.” 

“No! No, uh, it’s totally fine, sorry for disturbing you.” He craned his neck to read the title of your book, “Jane Eyre? That’s a really good one- get ready for a wild ending.” 

“Oh I’ve already read it,” You smiled and shifted your gaze to his face- he had such a kind face, “But yeah, the ending’s pretty good.” 

Something sparked in his hazel eyes, and they seemed to light up as he responded, “Not too many people are into the classics these days, huh?” 

“All I usually read,” You replied with a small chuckle. Jesus, not four words and you were already starting to open up to this guy- you didn’t even know his name! 

Days passed until you finally put a name to the face- Sam Winchester. He’d arrive around 9am and stay until 9pm, almost the exact time your shift started and ended. Conversations happened intermittently, between chapters you’d exchange a few words, or maybe even sneak a glance or two. But nothing more than that, the two of you merely read in the same, desolate section. 

Everyday he seemed to be reading a different book on witches, witchcraft, or witch trials. You wondered what type of paper he was writing that requires so much research, or what college he went to being as there weren’t that many in the area. 

One day you decided to ask him about it, “Must be some paper you’re writing.” You commented, barely looking up from your own page. 

“Yeah,” He replied with a laugh, “I took the class for the credits, I had no idea it was gonna be this much.” 

“Where do you go to college?” You asked again, this time folding the corner of your page and looking up at him. 

“Stanford,” He replied cooly, pointing to a logo on the sleeve of his shirt, “But I’m doing a year down at USF, it’s a little down the road.” 

“Oh cool, I’ve heard of it, why USF? It’s not exactly California.” 

“I don’t know, I needed something new, something a little different.” He leaned forward to rest his chin in his hand, “And I have relatives here so I thought I might as well be close to them for a bit.” 

“Oh, really? Anyone I would know- it’s a pretty small town.” 

“Uh, Bobby Singer? He’s my Uncle.” He replied, as if he knew what the name meant to nearly everyone in town. Bobby Singer, the town drunk. 

Honestly it was more of a joke than an actual nuisance at this point, the trouble he’d cause on drunken rampages. Sometimes he’d wander onto your college campus, one time he even walked right past your dorm, but he usually stayed on the other side of town. 

But more than that, you saw him around the library constantly. It was the strangest thing, but he always looked at the same types of books Sam was into- some genre he called “lore” and asked for repeatedly.

“Bobby Singer?” You repeated, trying to hide the amusement on your face, “I didn’t know he had a nephew.” 

Sam just chuckled and looked down at his page, “He has two- my brother and I. But Dean’s not really the reading type.” 

You were officially hooked on Sam Winchester- because he was definitely a drug. The more you talked to him, the more you wanted to know. The more you saw him, the more you got used to seeing him, and eventually looked forward to spending time with him. 

The conversations grew longer and your time spent actually reading grew shorter. He’d tell you stories about his insane childhood- moving around constantly with his brother due to his dad’s on-the-go job. And you’d do the same, although yours had been pretty cookie-cutter in comparison to his.  

He’d call you a “terrible influence,” and complain that he’d “never finish his paper with you distracting him like that,”. But when you asked how you were the one doing the distracting, being as he started 99% of the conversations, he’d just shrug and say, “I don’t know, (Y/N), there’s something about you.” 

But then one day he didn’t show up, and then the next and the next. Until weeks had passed and you were pretty sure he was gone for good. 

You even went as far as to “restock” the books in the surrounding sections- aka check to see if he’d moved. But, no, Sam was nowhere to be found. 

Another week went by and still nothing, so you just assumed he’d finished his paper, or gone back to Stanford. After that your life went back into it’s same, monotonous, pattern. Work, read, repeat. Work, read, repeat. You really did miss having someone so interesting to talk to, everything else seemed like a waste of time. 

5 days later you were curled up in that same section, hunched over Moby Dick this time. You’d long since finished Jane Eyre, Anne of Green Gables and a few more, so you decided to go in a different direction. 

You’d already read a thick chunk of the story, riding the waves with Ishmael and dreading the return of that infamous whale, when Sam walked into the room. 

At first you couldn’t believe your eyes, he’d been gone for 3 months. Months. But when he sat down at his usual table and pulled out an old book titled Ghouls, Goblins and Other Mythical Figures, you knew it was him. 

“(Y/N)?” He looked to your seat by the window before delving into his book, seemingly surprised. 

“Sam?” You echoed, “Where have you been?” 

A smile tugged on his face, and you realized what you’d said, “Oh, I, uh, I mean how’s the paper going?” 

You’d made it obvious, so god damn obvious what talking to him had meant to you. And for someone as educated as Sam, you knew he picked up on it in a heartbeat, “I finished the paper. And as much as I’d love to come here and talk to you everyday, I don’t think my professor would see it as a reasonable excuse to skip classes.” 

You were the one smiling now, “But isn’t talking to me just as educational as any college course?” 

“Hmm, definitely,” He agreed, nodding his head and putting his book down on the table, “But I don’t think she’d see it that way.” 

You laughed, content on ending the conversation there, but he kept it going, “Moby Dick?” 

“Yeah,” 

“Let me guess, it’s your sixth time reading it? Seventh?” He chuckled and nodded towards the book resting in your lap. 

“No, you ass!” You rolled your eyes, “First time actually.” 

“Oh, I see,” He grinned, “We’ve got a Moby Dick virgin over here! Looks like I’ve found the only book (Y/N) hasn’t read?” 

“Hah, hah, very funny.” You looked to the sky again, the perfect picture of pleasant annoyance, “Read your dusty old book so you don’t fail your paper, Winchester.”

“Let me ask you something,” 

“What is it now?” 

“Do you ever do any actual librarian work?” He asked, running a hand through his perfectly shaggy hair and giving you a wink. 

You felt your cheeks flush red and saw the devilish look on his face when he noticed your reaction, “Focus on your book!!” 

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Fulfill Your Baking Needs

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 1,261

Warnings: Just fluff :)

Request: Heyyy i have a request can you do a Dean x Reader where she loves to bake,like its her secret hobby the boys don't know about and before she was a hunter she wanted to be a cook and have her own bakery.And the boys find out while shes making brownies and pie (for dean hehe) and its like he couldn't love her anymore bow that she can make him pie And btw your a really freakin good writer,don't doubt yourself for a second.And keep up the good work

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You’ve always thought about your life if you weren’t a Hunter. What your job might be, who you might be in a relationship with, what kind of house you were living in and what kind of school you went to. You loved hunting but there were times you’ve caught yourself wanting more.

It wasn’t that Sam or Dean were bad people; no, you loved them so much. In fact, you were dating Dean. You haven’t been dating for that long but you loved him nonetheless. You were friends for a long time before you started dating which you thought was better in the long run.

You just had this awesome hobby that you’d rather not share with anyone. You loved to bake. Before you started hunting in the first place, you were always in the kitchen, making all kinds of sweets. Everyone always chose you to bake for the bake sale at school, if they were having a party or a wedding, or if they just wanted you to bake for them for fun.

You loved those kinds of requests; baking for fun. You loved baking for special events and wouldn’t complain about it at all but just the fact that people asked for your baked goods just because always made your heart swell.

You found a sense of peace when baking because you were the one to have control over everything. Everything was made from scratch so it was like a piece of you was inside every baked good. You always put a little something extra and your favorite things to make was cake. You loved how tall, how wide, and how extravagant you could make them. You tried always putting little surprises inside everything you made and with cakes, you could do that.

The only reason you kept this gift you had a secret was because it was hard for you to make the things you love without thinking of what could have been. If Sam or Dean found out about your hobby, they would always ask you to make things for them and you didn’t think you could do it.

Before hunting, you lived with your parents, had a lot of friends, you always went out and had a good time with your life. Hunting had to terminate all those things. You started lying to your friends and family about where you were.

You always came home with cuts and bruises and your parents asked questions that you couldn’t answer. It got so bad that you had to leave. You told your parents that you were leaving and as much as they were heartbroken, they knew that once something was set in your mind, it was hard to change it.

Of course, that didn’t stop you from checking up on them from time to time. You just couldn’t talk to them because you were afraid of some kind of monster finding out that they were your family and you didn’t know what you would do if they died because of you.

But enough of that sob fest. Sam and Dean were out of town and that gave you free range to do whatever it is that you wanted. You decided that you wanted to bake some treats for when they got home. You would just tell them that you got them at a store if they asked questions. Everyone always loved your food so you weren’t worried about them not liking it.

You turned on your mini speaker and put on some music, getting out all the things you would need to make brownies and a pie. You’ve made brownies before and Sam fell in love with them so this was for mostly him and you knew Dean was a lover of the pie.

Mixing the brownie batter, you sang along to one of your favorite songs. You added a little sway of your hips to the beat of the song as you stirred. When it was ready, you placed it into the appropriate pan and placed it in the oven.

While that was cooking, you got started on making the crust of the pie from scratch. Making the crust was always the hardest so it took a little extra time. The next song that was playing was a louder rock song so the only way you would be able to hear if anything happened was if you turned off the music.

You sung to Bon Jovi, dancing as you cooked. You missed cooking all the time so when you did, you took great pleasure in it.

“Damn, sweetheart, I didn’t know you had those moves.” The music was turned off and Dean’s voice seemed very loud in the large kitchen. You jumped at the suddenness and turned around to see both Winchesters by the door that led to the garage. You blushed heavily and looked at them, tucking a hair behind your ear.

“I didn’t know you would be back this early.” You said, looking away from them.

“Are you baking?” Sam asked, walking further into the kitchen.

“No?” You said in the form of a question, hoping they would leave it alone.

“I didn’t know you could bake. Are you baking a pie?” Dean asked, looking at the unfinished treat behind you. You had the crust made and the other ingredients such as the cherries, cherry filling and some raspberries. Most people would think cherries and raspberries wouldn’t be good together but with the right amount, it was delicious.

“You’ve had a ton of my deserts before. Remember those brownies you loved so much Sam? Those were mine and the cakes for your birthdays were also mine.” You said sheepishly.

“Are you fucking serious? Those were amazing! How come you never told us this before?” Sam asked, leaning against the table.

“It reminds me of what could have been. I was a baker before I came into hunting. Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I never was a hunter and this reminds me of it. But don’t worry, it’s just all in my head. I’m not leaving you guys.” You said.

“Damn, I wish you would bake more often. If I eat your sweets, you know it’s good. I don’t just put anything into my body.” Sam said, chuckling.

“Thanks, Sam.” You said with a smile.

“You never answered my question. Are you making a pie?” Dean asked, dipping his finger in the cherry filling before putting it into his mouth. Damn, if Sam wasn’t here, you would push him against the counter and lick it off yourself.

“Yes, I am making pie. All for you.” You said, moving him away from the sugary treats.

“Damn, I loved you before but now I love you even more now.” Dean said, licking his lips.

“Wait, what?” You looked at him with wide eyes. You’ve never said that to each other, yet, here he was just blurting it out.

“You didn’t know that? Of course, I love you.” Dean chuckled and pressed his lips to your cheek before walking away, probably to his room to unwind. You looked at Sam with wide eyes and he laughed, shrugging himself. Do you finish the pie or go after Dean?

“What?” You said, flabbergasted.

“I would finish the pie then go after him.” Sam said, leaving you alone. You stared at the door for several moments before shaking your head with a smile. On some level, you loved Dean and he knew it. In a way, you knew he loved you. Always and forever with that man.

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“Wiggle The Piggies”

Written for @impalaimagining‘s Cheesy pickup lines challenge. I chose the prompt:  “I need a picture of you so I can show Santa what I want for Christmas.”  Also written for @jensen-jarpad‘s Celebration challenge. 

Dean x Reader AU

Word Count: Just about 1100

No warnings (weird I know), well, maybe the title, cause that is a little weird. I drew from a bit of personal history on this from my time in the liquor industry, tending bar and working for my parents in their liquor store. It was a fun time in my youth when I was about 23-24 yrs old. So consider this is a blast from the past too!

 ~*~

You loved your job at the liquor distributor. It was just another office job, but every couple of months, you were invited to work the occasional events that were hosted by the manufacturer. This particular event was for Maker’s Mark bourbon. The top shelf events usually drew a higher class clientele than others, like Bacardi or Cuervo.

This event was formal, but not black tie, and you had the perfect dress to wear. It was classic black, sleeveless and had just enough shine that it shimmered when you moved. As you were on the clock tonight there was only a touch of cleavage, leaving more to the imagination. You had spent more time on your hair and makeup than you normally would have, but were pleased with the results. Giving yourself one more look in the mirror, you winked at your reflection before leaving the bathroom. You dug your black open toe heels out of the closet and a slinky shawl, then grabbed your keys and clutch, ready to head out the door.

You were just pulling into your parking spot at the hotel when your phone dinged. Checking it quickly, you saw it was a text from your friend and coworker, Laura, telling you about all the hot guys this event was drawing already. Texting her back your reply that you were headed inside, you locked up your car and made your way to the main ballroom.

You were taken aback at the expense these companies went to when it came to entertaining. The room was ablaze with twinkling lights and the room had been decorated exquisitely. The table linens were black, accented in gold and red. Each table had a Maker’s Mark bottle in the center, acting as a candle holder with a gold and black ‘40′ on each bottle. 

This wasn’t just the launch of their new product line, but also the 40th anniversary of the first bottled run of Maker’s Mark. This was a big shindig and it was the who’s who of the liquor industry in Minneapolis. It was your goal to move up in the company and tonight would be ripe for exposure. Everyone getting a sample would pass by your table. 

You strode gracefully to the table that had been set up for tasting near the back of the room. You and Laura were there to serve guests samples of the new line tonight, along with Maker’s Mark. You had to admit there were more than a few attractive men at this event, but you had to remind yourself that you were here to work, not find the next Mr. Right Now.

Your mind wandered back through your most recent disappointment. You dated that asshole for three years, then he didn’t even bring you as his plus one to his sister’s wedding. The relationship with the guy before him was steamy as hell, but short lived. You had decided you just needed to take some time off from men and had been doing great. You hadn’t been on a date in six months and hadn’t had sex in almost a year. You never thought you could go that long, but with Mr. Wrong, you hadn’t even had sex with him for the last three months of your less than explosive relationship. Besides, no man knew your body better than you did, so you were getting by just fine.

The evening was going very well and people were responsive to the new line. You made sure to keep tally of each sample and what people seemed to like most as this is what the execs wanted to know. You were two hours in and your feet were killing you. You told Laura you were taking a break and left the ballroom, heading into the hotel bar. You didn’t want a drink, you just wanted ten minutes off your feet and out of these damn heels.

You ordered a club soda with a lemon wedge and slipped your heels off, sighing in relief.

“That bad, huh?’ A deep voice spoke from next you.

You turned to the voice and were met with a very broad chest. You craned your neck slightly, following the line of the blue tie up to a killer smile and a pair of eyes that were so green, you weren’t sure there was a word for them.

“Nah, it’s not that bad, just need to wiggle my piggies,” you chirped only to face palm when you realized what you said. Jesus Christ, Y/N/N.

“Wiggle your piggies? That’s cute,” green eyes chuckled. “Dean Winchester, by the way,” Dean held out his hand.

“Oh, Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you Dean Winchester,” you smiled sweetly, slipping back into sales mode.

“It is a pleasure to meet you and your piggies. You have very pretty feet, Y/N,” Dean’s eyes were locked on yours.

“So what brings you here tonight, Dean?” You inquired of the handsome man next to you.

“Business, sadly. My brother and I own a bar. He does all the business side of it, so I am here for the new samples, seeing if we are going to bring in anything new this month before the holidays. It is pretty boring, really,”  Dean admitted.

“I have worked in a few bars in my time, it’s not all boring,” you smiled.

“Not all the time, no,” he told you.

“Hey listen Dean,” you checked the time. “I really have to get back. It was really nice to meet you. 

“Y/N, wait. Can I get your picture first?” Dean asked, standing up quickly as you slipped your heels back on.

“What? I don’t think so, Winchester.” You winced, thinking that maybe he was a nice guy, now you were rethinking that.

“No, it’s not like that. I am not a creeper, I promise. I just -I - I need a picture of you so I can show Santa what I want for Christmas. And maybe your phone number so I can take you out for lunch tomorrow?” Dean talked faster when he was flustered and it was kind of cute, the way he rubbed at the back of his neck, then pulled on his tie a little.

“Has that line ever worked before?” You challenged.

“Honestly? I don’t know, I have never used that one before. But I’ll let you know after lunch tomorrow.” Dean flashed a killer smile and you grabbed his phone, punching in your digits, before snapping a selfie for the contact photo.

“Pick the time and place, Winchester, but make it breakfast; I like to get an early start,” you called over your shoulder as you walked out of the hotel bar.

Laura looked at you skeptically as you returned to the table. “You look like the cat that ate the canary, Y/N/N. Have a good break?”

“Best ten minutes of my life so far,” you laughed.

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Wedding War

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Prompt: “Planning their wedding leads to bickering and conflicting ideas” for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ‘s Hiatus Writing Challenge Week 3 

Summary: Wedding planning is never easy, but you and Jared just can’t seem to be on the same page. Of course, it’s a lot easier to tolerate disagreement when you love someone. 

Word Count: 1022 

Warnings: fluff!, slight tiff but nothing major, a little heated kissing and alluding to NSFW esque actions

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A/N: My first time writing Jared! I was kind of intimidated to write him, as I didn’t feel I knew him as a real person as a opposed to Sam. After watching a few interviews, I think I decently got him down. Let me know what you think! Also, (you probably know this if you follow me) I love Gen so very much, so of course this is not hate against her; just a fictional world where Jared is with you instead. As always, FEEDBACK IS SOOOOO APPRECIATED, EVEN JUST A LIKE

“Marriage is a partnership, not a democracy.” ― Nicholas Sparks, The Best of Me 

          Jared sighed, throwing down the magazines and rubbing his eyes in exasperation. You rubbed his shoulder mindlessly, still flipping through some of the pages you had cut out earlier. You were lost in thoughts of dresses, venues, and cake flavors before you realized how tense Jared looked. You set down the pages, pulling one of his hands from his face: dark circles, dull complexion, tired eyes. He needed some TLC.

        “What’s up, baby?” you murmured, stroking his hair away from his face. “This is supposed to be…fun.” 

        “I know,” he exhaled, leaning back in his chair. You both sat in the kitchen of your apartment, a simple place to get you by until your home in Austin was built and decorated. The light shifted as the minutes ticked away into afternoon, and yet still you and Jared sat, mulling over countless bridal magazines. “But it’s not feeling so fun right now.”

You crinkled your eyebrows, pushing away the magazines in front of both of you.

 “Why?”

He sighed, putting up his hands in slight defeat as he gestured toward the chaos that was your kitchen table.

“All of this,” he motioned. “Is not what I envisioned when I thought about us planning.”

You nodded. “Okay, well what do you want to change?” Another sigh.

“I don’t know,” he whispered, more to himself than to you, looking out the window in thought. “I just didn’t expect us to disagree so much.” 

You rolled your eyes. “You know my favorite flowers are peonies, why wouldn’t that be my first choice?”

“Because you know my favorite are lilies?”

“But you’re not the one holding the bouquet!”

“But I will be the one surrounded by flowers the entire wedding.”

“So will I!” 

He shook his head once more, kneading at his forehead with the palms of his hands. 

“This is what I’m talking about. All we’ve been doing is bickering.”

You looked at him for a moment before relenting, grabbing your wine and taking a large sip. 

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” You shook your head. “Which is weird, seeing as we usually agree on everything.”

“I know,” he agreed, raising his eyebrows. “I don’t know what’s gotten into us.”

You looked over to him, in all his button-up shirt glory. He was so beautiful, even as exhausted as his appearance looked in that moment. His pouty lips, kind eyes, full hair, warm disposition; he was the love of your life, no doubt about it. So why was planning the moment of your eternal commitment so infuriatingly difficult?

“You know,” you remarked, thinking out loud. “I bet I know what our problem is.”

“Yeah?” he pushed, leaning forward. “Please enlighten me, because I’m going insane.”

“We’re planning our wedding for other people.”

“What?” 

“Think about it,” you pressed, leaning closer to him as well. “Why do you love lilies?” He thought for a moment.

“Because they’re my mom’s favorite.” You nodded, smiling slightly. 

“And I love peonies because Cosmopolitan said they’re the most romantic. It shouldn’t be about what everyone else thinks, J, it should be about what’s important to us and our relationship.” He weighed your words, smiling back at you endearingly.

“I brought you Gardenias on our first date?” he prompted, a knowing smirk forming on his lips.

“Exactly. And we’re always talking about how we love snow despite living in Texas; why not getting married near snow instead of fighting over which church we should go to?” He nodded, his face finally coming alive again. 

“And the cake, we don’t have to do the classics, let’s do our favorite.”

You grinned, both of you speaking at the same time. “Red velvet.”

You shook your head, brushing some hair from his face.

“See?” You winked. “We can figure anything out.” 

You stood up, gathering all the magazines in your arms and placing them in the coat closet near the front door. You used that closet about as much as you used the mattress that came from that last owners of the apartment: never. Making your way back to the kitchen, you were faced with Jared, his eyes twinkling as the light hit him perfectly from the window. Without a word, his hands lifted up to cup your face ever so softly. He leaned down and you met him in the middle, your lips coming together gently at first. 

Soon though, his hands began to tangle into your hair, pulling and tugging in the best way. Without ever breaking contact, he pushed you against the hallway wall, pulling up your legs so they wrapped around his waist. You hummed into his mouth, a smile threatening to break your kiss. Jared finally pulled away to breath, but it wasn’t but a few seconds until his lips were on your neck, trailing down to your collarbone, tugging your shirt lower and nibbling at the newly exposed skin. You blushed, grabbing him by his hair and pulling him back, looking him in the eyes. 

“I love you so much,” you professed, your breathing still heavy. He smirked, pushing your now-wild hair from your face.

“I love you too baby girl, so much. I don’t care if we have fake flowers at our wedding, all I know is I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

With that, he gently placed your legs back on the ground. Looking at you with puppy dog eyes. 

“I suppose we should get back to planning, seeing as the wedding is only a few months away,” he mumbled. You shrugged, your lips curling slyly. 

“I think we can spare just a few minutes for ourselves,” you purred, placing your hands on his chest. He smiled, resting his forehead against yours. 

“You know there’s no ‘few minutes’ when it comes to us,” he pointed out, his hand rubbing up and down your arm. You made a pouty face, but relented.��

“Fine,” you conceded, giving him a devilish grin. “But when we’re done, I think we both deserve a little reward.” He laughed, picking you up bridal style and carrying you back into the kitchen to your notebooks and wine glasses. 

“Deal.”

~~~~~

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[cajunquandary]

Day 03 | Demonic

Warnings: Smut-ish, horror

18 + Only below the cut, please.

It seemed like a normal day, but you felt off—uneasy. The kind of hair-raising twinge of fear one would get while watched by a predator. You went out for drinks with the ladies as you typically did on Friday nights, finally releasing some of the tension that’d been compounding all day. Two margaritas in, you caught the eye of a green-eyed man who nursed his drink at the bartop. After some shameless long-distance flirting, he turned away, seemingly unamused. You shrugged it off only to find a new target. The new one with captivating brown eyes danced with you, hips swinging and elated giggles rising in the air.

Later in the evening, the Uber dropped you at your front door. You waved in gratitude as she watched until you are safe in your home. The debilitating dread returned, though, in the calm darkness. Slowly, you stumble around and turn on all the lights, feeling a little better as each one shined away the shadows in your mind. Everything was still in its place, except for one thing.

The bedroom window was slightly open.

You reached for your phone quickly to dial for police, when a hand trapped yours midair from behind. Before you could even scream or turn to face the intruder, he had you pressed against the wall with arms twisted painfully behind your back with one hand, and the other covering your mouth.

A demonic rumble emanated from his chest in such a way that it echoed through your whole being. You winced at it and whimpered. He turned you to face him roughly until your noses were nearly touching. You recognized those as the very same green eyes belonging to the handsome devil at the bar just an hour before. Your brows knitted together as you searched his sharp, chiseled face for answers. Your breath caught in your chest as you swore you just saw his pupils expand over the whites of his eyes then shrink back to normal when he blinked.

He drew a corner of his mouth upwards mischievously, but the smirk did nothing to soften his demeanor. “Breathe,” he commanded, low and husky.

Your chest heaved against his as you fought to gain air through your nostrils and strained at the hand gluing your jaws together.

“I saw the way you looked at me tonight,” he said as he hovered hot, swollen lips over the tender spot on your neck. You shivered against it, fighting the reflexive heat rising within you at his touch. “I need to know if you still want me. If not, it would be a real shame,” he added menacingly.

You began to tremble uncontrollably between the fear and arousal with the scent of him flooding your foggy mind and making matters worse. When you answered him without so much as a mumble, he loosened his grip slightly. “You see, I like to hurt people. It’s my new thing. But the problem is—” He released your arms to fall loosely at your side and slowly drug calloused fingers up your arm until his palm rested at the inside crook of your neck and shoulder, thumb grazing up and down your trachea. “I need to know if you still want me. If you’ll let me hurt you. If not, I’ll be on my way.”

With your breaths becoming increasingly shallower, you shook your head ‘no.’ You watched in bewilderment as the intense stranger reluctantly pulled away completely and left you to catch yourself from falling without his body to support you against the wall.

The sudden relief exuded from your pores, then boomeranged back to you tenfold as overwhelming emptiness. Suddenly, you didn’t care how or why he was here. You needed him pressed against you once again to feel whole. “Wait,” you choked out just as he was slipping through the window.

He turned back to you, flashing black eyes over green once more before blinking them away. The fiendish grin spread across his face again. He stalked back over to where you stood immobile. “Change your mind, sweetheart?” He practically hissed the last word as it rolled from his tongue. You nodded.

The man sent you hurtling back the short distance into the wall and you gasped, barely remaining upright. “I need to hear you say it,” he seethed as shadows cast over his face.

‘Y-yes, pl-please,” you mouthed, barely above a whisper. Once again, he leaned his full weight into you, but this time was different, needier. You could feel his bulge growing as he ever so lightly began to grind against you. Dizziness became your norm as you let the feelings wash over you in rugged, violent waves.

His lips crashed into yours so forcefully, you thought for just a moment that he may have busted your lip until he bit down on it mercilessly. Without a doubt, you tasted blood. He devoured your loud yelp then leaned back, evil blooming in his eyes.

He slowly tilted back in until his lips grazed the fine hairs on your ear, sending tremors down your spine. “If you scream, you may only scream my name.”

You gasped at the heat of his breath, beginning to writhe uncontrollably under his weight. “W-what’s your n-name?” You panted as he grabbed a fistful of hair at the nape and forcing your head back and mouth open.

“Dean.”

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French Perfume Part 2

Crowley X Reader

Word Count: 1.1K

Summary: Female reader receives a package from an admirer.

Warnings: language

Catch up: French Perfume Series

Team Free Will POV

“What the hell is she thinking?” Dean yelled. No one else in the whole bar had noticed that two people had just poofed off the dance floor. Sam pulled out his phone and read (Y/N)’s text message. “I don’t like it either but it looks like she’s made up her mind.” Dean is frantically trying to call (Y/N) but the phone is going to only to voicemail. “Guys, I have to tell you something. We should leave.” Cas ordered.

Back in the Impala, “What do you need to tell us?” Dean asked frustrated. “I have known for awhile that (Y/N) is special.” Cas explained. “Yeah, of course she’s special, Cas. But special how?” Sam asked. “She is a creature/human hybrid but I didn’t know what kind of creature she was mixed with until I saw her use her powers on Crowley when she started to dance with him. She is a Siphon hybrid.” “Cas, what the hell, man? We’ve been living with her for two years now. Why didn’t you tell us?” Dean argued. “I didn’t believe her to be dangerous. Most hybrids have no idea what they are and I didn’t want to make her feel inadequate. There are thousands of hybrids in the world. They are more human than creature and Siphons are not harmful to humans.” Cas justified. “What exactly can she do?” Sam asked. “A full blooded siphon is very powerful and can become a god if left unchecked; most have been hunted down by angels or demons over the years. She can siphon off the power of any being with magic. Siphons were used to weaken Lucifer so that God could get him in the cage. Her powers are minimal. She will require to be in physical contact with someone to absorb their powers. One would assume that a great grandparent was the Siphon.” Cas explained in greater detail. “Do you think that Crowley knows and that’s why he’s pursuing her?” Dean questioned. “If Crowley knew, he would stay as far away from her as possible. Her powers can kill him or me. He probably thinks he’s falling in love with her because she makes him feel weak.” “I am calling her again.” Dean huffed. “I wouldn’t worry about her she can handle herself.” Cas stated. “Dean, this may work to our advantage. She could kill Crowley for us and he doesn’t even know what’s coming.” Sam addressed. “What kind of physical contact does she need to make to kill?” Dean asked “Intercourse with (Y/N) could kill him, especially if she doesn’t know she is siphoning his powers.” Cas indicated. “Damn, that’s some fatal attraction shit right there. You don’t think she would go through with it do you?” Dean said. “The call of power is strong, Dean.” Cas told him. “I still think we should warn them because if (Y/N/N) kills Crowley, she may never get over that. She likes the guy and her ‘Rouge'ing his ass is probably not how she wants her first date with him to end.” Dean stated.

Reader’s POV Crowley had transported you and him right outside a nice restaurant. You looked at your phone that was beeping and ringing off the hook. “You may want to get that, Love.” He told you. You send a group text to the boys, that you were fine and not to worry and then turned off your phone. All of a sudden, you were self conscious looking at your ratty black flats and cotton dress, it made you feel out of place. Crowley saw your distress on your face, “You look beautiful.” He placed his hand around the back of your neck pulled you into a kiss. You felt the spark, the energy coming off of him. It was electric and you only wanted more. You pressed yourself against him as your tongues danced with each other. “Shall we?” He asked a little weakly now pulling away from your embrace. “We shall.” You giggled looking down. A table was waiting; you could only assume Crowley had set this up in advance knowing you would want to ditch the boys. “Do you like seafood?” You nodded looking at the menu, “They have wonderful seafood here.” Crowley pointed out to you. The waiter came over, “Love, do you like a dry wine or sweet wine?” “I don’t really drink wine. I would love a beer, whatever is on tap.” The waiter looked at you a little confused. “If the lady wants a beer, please get her a beer.” Crowley reiterated. The waiter left the table to get your drinks, when Crowley’s phone started to buzz. “I do apologize.” He pulled his phone from his jacket pocket, looked at the number ‘not moose’ showed on the screen. He showed it to you, “They must be desperate, if they are calling me, should I take this?” “Please let me handle them” you said asking for the phone. “Crowley,” you cut off Dean. “Dean, I promise I am fine; we’re just at dinner now.” “(Y/N) you don’t understand, don’t sleep with him.” You looked directly at Crowley and grinned, “Your confidence in me is overwhelming so thanks but I wasn’t planning on that tonight. I am not that kinda girl, at least not on the first date.” “Oh ok good! Is he treating you well?” Dean asked “Yes, Dean very well. We just ordered drinks. I would like to get back to my date.” you blushed. Dean just couldn’t tell her so he hung up. He knew that he should but she seemed happy and she wasn’t going to sleep with Crowley tonight so things should be ok for the evening. “So you ok, Love?” “Yeah, I’m fine.” you waived him off. “If you want to go home please just say the word. You and I have done more than I ever thought would happen. I’m happy leaving things the way they are.“ “No, Crowley, sweetheart, I want to be here.” You insisted, “So the seafood you say. I love scallops!” your eyes brightened. Crowley grinned knowing that there may not be anymore interruptions. You ordered the garlic lemon scallops with fettuccine and he ordered a steak. You talked for hours about his life as a human, being the King of Hell, and how you became a hunter. Finally the waiter came over and had to remind you of the time and that they closed thirty minutes ago. You both left the restaurant and took a short walk, “I had a lovely time. Maybe next time the boys won’t bug us so much.” You insinuated, kissing him again. His lips were delicious and they tasted floral probably from the wine he ordered. “You think they will let you out again after tonight?” “You know I can handle the boys” He drew you into another warm kiss, while he popped you back to the war room. “I am going to have to get used to this.” You giggled feeling a little light headed.

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[spnsisimagines]

Is One Simple Birthday Wish Too Much To Ask For?

Warnings: None Characters: Sam & Dean Winchester, Sister Winchester!Reader, Charlie Bradbury, and a whole bunch of mentioned characters Summary: You celebrate your birthday in a special way Reader's Age: Any Word Count: 1221

Y/N: Your Name

A/N: So in this world no major characters have died and it’s all happy happy fun time! This is also my lil’ entry type thing for Beca’s Celebration (which you can still join!)

You and your brothers arrived back at the bunker around three in the morning after a successful hunt. It took about two weeks to complete, but you were finally able to kill all the monsters. Just in time, too. Today is your birthday. Your brothers constantly ask you what you want to do for it this year and your answer is still the same as it was every year before. Just to have a nice campout with friends and family, somewhere so far away from civilization that you can't see a single light from the nearby cities.

Your brothers didn't seem too keen on the idea, so they kept trying to persuade you into doing something else. Dean suggested just getting a pie and hanging out at the bunker, whereas Sam said to go out to eat and see a movie. But to their dismay, not one idea they put out you actually liked, or would do instead of. You just wanted to get everyone together and relax.

"You should get some sleep, guys. We've got a long day of driving in the morning," Dean said, placing his duffel on the map table.

"What? Where are we going?" you asked.

"We found another case. It's pretty serious. At least a half a dozen dead. It's a long drive, but we're the closest hunters," Dean informed you. You paused for a moment; did they really forget your birthday? And if the case was so serious, why are you just now hearing about it? You were too tired to argue so you nodded and went to bed.

You woke up to one of the most familiar sounds you know; the Impala. You sat up and looked out the window to see the world racing by. "Morn-I mean afternoon," Dean corrected himself when he looked at the time.

"I thought we were in the bunker," your voice was very groggy.

"We were. We decided not to wake you," Sam shrugged.

"Oh... Why?" You tried stretching in the enclosed space you were in.

"'Cause you needed the sleep. You can go back to sleep if you want. We're still a long ways away." Sam told you, turning his head so he could see you out of the corner of his eye.

"Nah, I'm good," you said and grabbed your phone and earbuds. You placed your earbuds in your ears and pressed play on your music, staring out the window to watch the ever changing scenery flash by.

A few hours passed and it was now five-thirty. You stopped at a diner and got some food which wasted about an hour, but no one seemed to mind much.

"How much longer?" you asked.

"About two hours," Dean answered as you walked next to him to the Impala.

"You guys still haven't told me what we're hunting! Don't you think that's kind of important?" you stopped next to the Impala, causing your brothers to stop as well.

Sam sighed, "Y/N, it's probably not going to take that long anyway so Dean and I will handle it."

"Really, Sam? I mean, did you guys forget what today even is?" You crossed your arms over your chest, putting a stubborn and hurt face on.

"Monday?" Dean answered.

You stared at him, in disbelief that your own brothers forgot your birthday.

"Yeah, Dean. It's Monday," you opened the Impala door and got in, slamming the door as hard as you could. If they don't care enough to remember your birthday then you're not going to care enough to remind them.  

The entire car ride was awkward. The tension was very high. Both Sam and Dean tried to get you to tell them what was wrong, but it was useless; you just ignored them. You peered out the window to watch the sunset. There wasn't much around at this point. You only saw trees and grass and hills. You'd even noticed you weren't on any roads anymore. You're officially in the middle of nowhere.

"Wait, Y/N get down," Sam warned. You acted quickly and ducked down, just like they'd taught you to all these years.

The Impala came to a stop and Sam and Dean got out, but not before Dean hissed a quick "Stay here" to you before the doors slammed shut.

A few seconds passed and your door opened. "It's okay, you can come out now," Sam assured.

You stepped out and couldn't help the smile when you saw a bunch of familiar looking people sitting in lawn chairs around a campfire. There were tables filled with food and people that surrounded them. They all turned their heads, one by one, to you.

"What's this?" you asked your brothers.

"Did you really think we forgot your birthday?" Dean said, throwing an arm over your shoulders.

"You said you wanted a campfire with a bunch of friends and family in the middle of nowhere." Sam motioned around him.

You chuckled, "I hate you guys."

"Love you, too," Dean kissed your head. You barely got another step before a bright red head bounded towards you.

Charlie ran over and engulfed you in a hug, "Happy birthday, Y/N!"

"Thanks, Charlie."

Cas, Bobby, Ellen, Jo, Kevin, Mrs. Tran, Rufus, and countless other family friends closed the twenty feet and wished you a happy birthday with a hug. Even Garth showed up for you. Sam took you around the area and introduced you to a few other hunter friends. A lot of them were friends of your dad and only had seen you when you were either a baby or a toddler.

After a bit of mingling with everyone, Dean pulled you aside and walked you over to a nearby river. Your guys' eyes were trained on the river's ever flowing water for a solid minute before Dean finally spoke up. "Are you still mad?" he joked.

"No, I'm not mad. Just... surprised..." you breathed, chuckling a little.

"Surprised? Didn't think it was possible to surprise you anymore," Dean laughed, moving a rock around with his foot.

"Hardy-har-har. But thanks, Dean. This is exactly what I wanted." You smiled, lifting your gaze to his before hugging him.

Dean hugged you back and you both stood there for a moment, enjoying it all. "No problem, kiddo."

You both walked back to the campfire, taking a seat next to Sam on a log. Dean flanked your other side as you listened to a retired hunter tell stories of his hunting days. Every now and then someone would interrupt him by shouting, "That didn't happen!" which always caused everyone to laugh.

You looked around, seeing a bunch of familiar faces and some unfamiliar ones. They were all having a good time. You looked to your left to see Sam laughing, then to your right and Dean was taking a swig of beer with a smile on his face. This is what you love to do. You love sitting by a campfire in the middle of absolute nowhere with a bunch of friends and family, telling stories and having a good time. The stars, moon, and the fire being your only light source and the distant howling of wolves filling the silence that would take over when everyone would just stare into the fire. But, no one was scared because, face it, you've all killed worse.

Best birthday ever.  

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Penny For a Cup- Part 8

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Pairing: Sam x Reader Characters: Sam, Reader, Alisha, mention of reader’s brother Noah Warnings: fluff, light swearing, businessman!Sam, barista!reader, coffee shop AU, a little angst Summary: The reader owns a little coffee shop in New York city called, The Manhattan Mocha, and Sam Winchester is a frequent costumer of hers. She’s always had a slight crush on the sharp business man who comes in for coffee everyday, and has even memorized his order: black coffee, double shot of expresso- intriguing and mysterious just as he is. A/N: Sorry this took so long! I’m writing a bunch so more parts of some of my other series will be up as well:) Thanks for sticking by me, guys<3  Tag List: @amanda-teaches @myplaceofthingsilove @evyiione@mogaruke@aliensdeservebetter @spnfanficpond @27bmm@craving-cas @spectaculicious @bambinovak@writingthingsisdifficult @padackles2010@mamaredd123@milkymilky-cocopuff @iwantthedean @zeppo-in-a-trenchcoat@spntrista @d-s-winchester @just-another-busy-fangirl@winchesterprincessbride @waywardjoy@supernaturalyobsessed@whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname@sandlee44@fangirl1802@kittenofdoomage@evyiione@winchestersmut@purgatoan@mogaruke@therewillbeblood@megansescape@taste-of-dean@leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @scarlet-soldier-in-an-impala@deathtonormalcy56@wildfirewinchester@notnaturalanahi@jensen-jarpad@impalaimagining@fangirlextraordinaire@itseverythingilike@jesspfly@lovekittykat21@mysteriouslyme81@mrswhozeewhatsis@aiaranradnay@supernatural-jackles@girl-next-door-writes@spnsasha@27bmm@spnfanficpond @amanda-teaches@myplaceofthingsilove@spectaculicious@bambinovak@writingthingsisdifficult@spn-imagines-to-feel@spn-ficfanatic@cleverdame@saxxxology@jensen-jarpad@keepcalmandcarryondean dancingpanda137

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The rest of your date with Sam was spent bouncing from ride to ride and in a constant state of laughter. The day wound to a close when the two of you rode the ferris wheel. Sitting crammed together in the tiny cart, you and him went around and around until you stopped at the very top, and the view was breathtaking. 

From where you were positioned, you could see the entire fair and a lot of the park beyond as well. Being as it was later in the day, there were fewer dots of people decorating the ground, but what really caught your eye was the skyline. Being as you’d grown up in a small, rural town, New York City’s skyline never ceased to amaze you, but something about that specific view was special.

The sun had started to set just as the two of you reached the top, and rays of purple, orange and pink painted the fair below and the buildings in the distance as well. A few seconds after you’d gotten to the highest point, he’d kissed you. It wasn’t unexpected, and it didn’t take you by surprise, but something was different about it. You couldn’t put your finger on what it was until the two of you pulled apart, and you realized it was like the first time all over again.

The next day at work Alisha had all but interrogated you for details of the date, being as you’d gotten home so late that you’d gone straight to sleep despite her pestering. She’d hit you on the shoulder and demanded specifics; so, just before the early morning rush, you’d told her everything. 

From the two of you arriving, to his irrational fear of clowns, you’d spilled your guts as Alisha sat there in awe- completely stunned at how well it went. When you were finished, she hopped off the counter with her brow raised, “Damn, (Y/N) that sounds incredible. I mean sure he’s super cute, but I didn’t know he was like, I don’t know, perfect.” 

“Hah, yeah ‘perfect’ sure,” You rolled your eyes and started cleaning the coffee pots. But even though you wouldn’t admit it aloud, for fear of Alisha tackling you to the ground in excitement, you did think Sam was pretty perfect. 

A few minutes later, the clock struck 7:30 and the morning rush began, which was somehow more hectic than usual. You thought people would have wanted to sleep in on a Saturday morning, as you definitely had, but apparently not. The regulars bustled in one after another to order their usual coffees and breakfast items to go, only a few of them staying to eat in the store. 

About a half hour later you were wiped, and so was Alisha. You had no idea what she had been doing all day yesterday to make her so tired, and possibly hungover, but she looked exhausted. Yet apparently exhaustion alone wasn’t enough to stop her from teasing you about Sam, “You excited to see lover boy in 10 minutes?!” 

“Ha. Ha,” You rolled your eyes and tried to think of something witty to say back. But just as you thought of something, a ding from your phone on the nearby countertop halted all conversation. You walked over and picked it up, expecting it to be a text from either Erin or Mia, but were surprised when you saw Sam’s name popup instead. 

Hey, so I’m running super late to work so I can’t make it to The Manhattan today, but I want to see you! So maybe we could hangout later today? I get off work around 3, so wanna get lunch? I can already tell today’s gonna be hectic, can’t wait to tell you all about it;)<3 

“Is that from Saaaaam?” Alisha startled you from behind, causing you to flinch so bad that the phone nearly dropped to the floor, “Jeez, Alish you scared me!” 

But she just laughed and continued peering over your shoulder, “So it definitely is from Sam. What’s he saying- anything dirty??”

“Alisha! It’s like 8 in the morning, oh my god.” You scolded, shaking your head at how crazy she was sometimes, “He just said that he can’t make it this morning, but he wants to get lunch around 3?” 

“That sounds fun, you should totally do it- we’re off by then anyways.” She shrugged and started cleaning the coffee makers, getting ready for the few stragglers that always showed up right after the early morning rush. 

The next few hours went just as any day at The Manhattan would, and pretty much flew by without any hitches. You and Alisha did well on your shift and you found yourself once again surprised at how popular your shop was growing. New customers seemed to become regulars everyday, and all those new faces sure did love spending their money on the coffee and breakfast items you made. 

Honestly, the shop was doing so well, you knew you’d made the right decision in dropping out of Cornell. You saw the way Erin and Mia nearly killed themselves to do well on their exams, and you knew that if you’d stayed in school that would have been you. Going on wild carnival dates and dancing with Alisha until 1am was much more colorful, and you were pretty sure Alisha thought the same way. 

But when you thought of your own life and the various twists it had taken, you couldn’t help but think of your brothers. What would Noah had done with his time on earth if he’d had more of it? Would he have become a doctor like your parents wanted? Or would he have made an insane, life altering decision such as you had and gone to art school instead? 

The anniversary of his death was coming up in a few days, and you knew it was going to be hell. Over time, most of your wounds had healed, but October 20th had a terrible habit of reopening almost every single one. 

Alisha, Mia and Erin knew all about it, in fact they always tried to distract you from what the day truly meant. But it never worked, and try as they might to cheer you up, on October 20th you were, without fail, completely distraught.  

Speaking of which, just as your last customers shuffled out and the shop quieted, Alisha walked over to your side of the counter and said,“Hey, so you know what Monday is?” 

“Yeah, how could I forget.” You gave her a quick smile before finishing assorting the breakfast muffins on display, “Happens every year, I don’t know why I can’t just get over it.” 

“Because you’re not supposed to just ‘get over it’, (Y/N). Noah’s a part of who you are, like it or not, and you know we’re all here, right?” She made her voice soft and read you like a book, walking over to grab your hand and squeeze once. 

You stopped what you were doing and turned to her, “Yeah, I know, I know. I seriously love you guys, by the way.”

“We love you too, but chin up- we have a whole day planned and it’s going to be amazin-” But before she could continue, she was interrupted by an almost obnoxiously loud ding from your phone. You looked from her to your phone on the marble countertop and gave her a look, to which she just nodded her head and said, “Yes, yes okay go check and see if Sam texted you.” 

But when you clicked your messages open to see what he had to say, it wasn’t the usual joke or complaint about work you were expecting: 

Hey, (Y/N), okay I’m so sorry I know this really sucks- but I don’t think I can make it to lunch today. We just got this new case in and it’s just impossible, all hands are on deck and I just really need to figure this one out. I was really looking forward to seeing you though:( Sorry, I know I’m a terrible boyfriend </3

Your face fell instantly when your read the text, “He cancelled on lunch.” 

“Why?” Alisha called from the back of the store, where she had gone to retrieve a few extra coffee filters. 

“He says work’s got him swamped,” You shrugged and shoved your phone into your back pocket, “I’m just gonna reschedule.”

“What does he do for work?” She called again, sounding farther away this time. 

You shrugged again and started walking to the back room to meet her, “Lawyer, I think.” 

“(Y/N)!" She came bounding out from behind a few shelves, looking like she’d just discovered the answer to all your problems, “You do realize you were the top of our class at Cornell Law, right??” 

“Well, yeah, but this isn’t just textbook stuff, Alish.” You let out a laugh and shook your head, there was no way you would be of any help, “He’s an actual lawyer, and I kind of dropped out of law school halfway through, remember?” 

But Alisha didn’t seem convinced, “Oh come on, we both know you were taking Junior classes as a freshman, and could easily pass the bar right now if you wanted,” 

You sighed, she actually might have been right, “I’m just going to tell him to bring the work here, Lish I haven’t even told him I went to law school.” 

“Well, that’s a start!” She chirped up and bounded back into the store, fresh filters in hand, “And don’t worry, if I figure out the case before you do, I’ll be sure to let you take all the credit!” 

“Hilarious.” You rolled your eyes and drafted your text back: Hey, that’s totally fine- we can do lunch another time! But I really want to see you too, ever consider taking some work to The Manhattan:) I promise free coffee and a table by the window! 

Within moments of sending, you got a response:  Yes definitely! But are you sure I won’t bore you? Criminal law isn’t exactly riveting ;) I can be there in an hour if that works! 

Another few seconds and you’d sent your reply, assuring him that you wouldn’t be bored and that you couldn’t wait to see him. 

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Feel Again

Characters: Y/N Sanders (reader), Misha Collins, Benjamin Sanders (OMC), Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles,

Pairing: Benjamin x Reader, Misha x Reader

Warnings: Cheating (not Misha), it is flangst nothing too bad.      

Word Count: 1300ish

A/N: This is 1 out of my 13 entries for @mamapeterson / @mrs-squirrel-chester’s Album Fanfiction Challenge where I chose the album “Smoke and Mirrors” by Imagine Dragons. The song prompt for this fic is: Gold

Thanks to the amazinly sweet and talented @blacktithe7 for betaing this one for me

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This life had been all you had ever dreamed about since you were a small child. You had always wanted to be a singer. You wanted to perform in big stadiums with an band behind you and people screaming your name. You had loved watching your idols at the Grammys wearing pretty dresses on TV and dreamed of being there yourself one day. This was your life now. Designers was begging you to wear their products, like some sort of walking commercial. You did it because it was required , not because you enjoyed it. Not anymore atleast.

Everyone around you seemed to want something from you. They never seemed interested in getting to know the girl behind the facade. They never seemed like they really cared about you. They only wanted what your name could get them. You had thought Benjamin had been different, but at it turned out your judgement wasn’t what it used to be. When you had found him in bed with his assistant, all he talked about when you were throwing his clothes out of your shared house, was how this was going to look to the public. He didn’t tell you that he loved or that he had made a mistake. He only cared about losing the star power having you on his arm had provided and what that loss would mean to his career.

He wasn’t willing to let go of what he had gained with you that easily. He was a producer, and you were a platinum recording artist. You had been a power couple ever since you started dating, so he was going to do everything he could to delay your divorce, hoping “you would come to your senses.”

You, on the other hand, just wanted all of this to be over with. You wanted your marriage to be over. Not because you wanted to move on, but because you simply didn’t know who you could trust anymore. That was until your manager had approached you about a small role on the CW show Supernatural. At first you had declined. Acting had never been something you had thought about doing, but after doing a little research, you had decided that maybe a change of scenery, if even only for a few weeks, wouldn’t be the worst of idea.

Actually, it had turned out to be the best decision you had ever made. The set was everything you had been missing in LA. It was warm and homey. Soon one episode turned into more. People cared about each other here, and you loved it. The lead actors knew the names of all of the cast, and everyone treated each other with love and respect. Pranks happened every day, and it didn’t take long for you to be sucked into one of the many shenanigans that happened between the two leads, Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles, and the series regular Misha Collins.

You managed to walk through the door at just the wrong time, just to get covered in two gallons of soda meant for Misha, not you. You knew Jared and Jensen had been plotting something, from the way they had been acting all day, but since you also knew Misha was on set you hadn’t been too alert. Whenever he was around, he was usually the two knuckleheads intended target. Which he had also been today, but since he was late as always and you had forgotten your jacket after your last scene, you walked through the door when Misha was supposed too, which proved to be seriously bad luck for you.

You stood there soaked to the bone and sticky as hell, when Jared and Jensen appeared apologizing, but still laughing their asses off. They didn’t treat you like people usually did, like you were a ticket to fame or some conquest to win. To them, you were just the new girl on set, and fair game, even if it had happened by accident.

“Are you okay?” Misha’s voice sounded behind you as you stood frozen to the spot, trying to decide your next move.

“Oh it is so on!” you warned the laughing duo in front of you before grabbing Misha’s hand, dragging him with you off set and towards your trailer.

You didn’t start speaking before the door close behind the two of you, and you instantly started changing your clothes, not giving much thought to Misha being in the room. You were used to changing infront of your band and managers all the time, and to you, Misha wasn’t any different.

“Those two are so getting it,” you promised, still more amused than angry. “You know them a lot better than I do. Do you have any ideas?” You stopped when you turned around to face Misha. You were down to your underwear and Misha’s eyes were nailed to the floor, looking more than a little uncomfortable by the situation.

“Oh,” you looked down at yourself, quickly grabbing a fresh dress from your closet and pulling it on. “Misha, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel awkward. I just never give it much thought undressing in front of people anymore.”

“You shouldn’t,” Misha still didn’t look up at you, and his voice were soft, more than accusing or angry.  

“Why? Wearing little to no clothing has been part of my image for years. What does it matter if I am in a dressing room or on stage?” you asked truthfully, and finally Misha’s clear blue eyes met yours. You sucked in a breath when they did. You couldn’t remember the last time anyone had looked at you like he did in that moment.

“Maybe you shouldn’t do that either? Not if it feel like you are only worth anything because you are beautiful. You are. But you are so much more than that. You’ve got an amazing voice. You are a talented song writer, and you are quite the actress. I… I wouldn’t mind getting to know everything about you. If you would let me?”  Misha took a step forward and you felt the tears start to press against your eyes.

“Mish… I… I am still married. Benjamin is dragging everything out. I am not ready for another big public thing,” you tried to reason with yourself as well as Misha. Part of you still wasn’t ready to believe he really wanted to get to know you. He wanted something from you just like everyone else did. Supernatural was a successful show, but none of the actors spent a lot of time in the limelight. With you, that would chance for Misha. You knew in your heart that Misha wasn’t the kind of person who cared about the fame, and that what he was saying was true. Still, the little voices in your head told you the adoration and love in his eyes was just him being an amazing actor.

“If you aren’t ready to see anyone, that’s okay. We can hang out as friends. Or we can date in your trailer or mine. I have an apartment…” Misha started before stopping when he saw the accusing look on your face, “Oh no. That wasn’t what I meant.”

Misha sounded horrified and was clearly upset with himself over how his words had appeared to you. “I meant, we could order pizzas and watch a movie together. I kiss you goodnight, and I will leave.” His voice was soft and calm as he tried to make you understand that he really wanted nothing else but to spend time with you. “Y/N, I meant it when I said I wanted to get to know you. I am not after anything other than you here. I like you. We don’t have to be public or have sex for me to want to spend time with you.”

“Misha…” Tears were streaming down your face now. You had no idea what it was that made you believe him, but you did. You let him wrap his arms around you. You clung to him like he was your only lifeline, because at that moment it felt like he was. It felt like he was the one person that could make you feel again. The one person that could make you feel safe and loved for who you were once more.

After a few minutes in the safety of his arms, your tears subsided, and you started to calm down enough to feel happy, happy and wanted enough to be yourself around him. You pulled apart from him just enough to tilt your head to look up at him with a small smile on your lips.

“I’ll date you, Misha Collins. On one condition?” you teased, making Misha smile and gently brush your hair away from your face.

“A condition huh? Name it.”

“Help me get revenge on Moose and Squirrel out there,” you grinned, loving the sound of Misha’s laughter before his lips met yours in a sweet, tender kiss that made your head spin and your knees weaken.

“Deal,” he whispered softly against your lips before you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for another kiss.

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Love At First Sight

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Castiel

Word Count: 1,613

Warnings: Implied smut, language, but other than that, just fluff

Request: Can I request a Dean imagine please? One where the boys meet a girl while she's hunting the same vamp nest as them and Dean basically has a love at first sight moment. This girl is all sass and Zeppelin shirts and Dean eventually asks her out and to move into the bunker. But the first time she meets Cas Dean has to ask why he's looking back and fourth between them, so Cas confirms that they are in fact soul mates.

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"If I find that damn vampire, he's going to fucking get it." You growled to yourself, climbing inside your car.

This damn vampire was causing so much shit with his nest, that it drew you in. You hated vampires and hated hunting them but it is what had to be done. You were a hunter for god sake. You should act like it and stop being a damn baby.

You knew where the nest was and since you were alone, you needed to take them out by yourself. You never really hung out with other hunters because you had a certain way of doing things and other hunters would always fuck it up. So, you've been a lone hunter since you graduated high school.

You think you were doing pretty good by yourself. You didn't have to depend on any one but yourself and if something went wrong, you had only yourself to blame and you were okay with that.

Vampires were always a pain in the ass and deserved to die. You actually had close encounters with them and almost got turned a few times but you always managed to escape.

This was a strange hunt already because it seems like wherever you went, people seemed to be already questioned and the morgue seemed to already been visited. Maybe there were other hunters here but you got here first. This was your hunt and you were going to beat whoever the hell was here to the nest first. That is why you raced out of the motel you were staying at and zoomed down the street.

You got there in no time but your eyes zeroed in on the beautiful late 60s Impala. They were already here.

Oh well, you could use the help. You always had difficulty to take on nests alone.

You grabbed your machete, pulled on your leather jacket over your favorite Zeppelin shirt and booked it inside. You heard grunts and sloshes come from one of the rooms but before you could investigate, a vampire pounced on you. You growled and fought him off, doing your best to keep his fangs away from you.

The vampire pinned you against the wall and you struggled, kicking wherever it would hurt. You got him on his knees and brought your machete down so fast, he didn't have time to react. Blood sprayed on you but you ignored it, walking to the room where you heard noises come from.

You walked inside, seeing two very attractive men fight off three vampires. You knew they would need help and you were here to provide it. There were already many vampires that lay dead but you weren't going to stop until all of them were dead. You rushed to aid the men and threw the vampire to the ground, slicing his head right off.

This was the first time the men noticed you and the shorter, green-eyed one stared at you as if you were the only person in the room. You would have stared back but the vampire was sneaking up behind him. Your eyes widened and pushed past him, killing the vampire. The taller one already killed his vampire and now everyone was dead. You breathed heavily, looking at the men.

"So you're the hunters on this case," You asked, pushing your hair to the side.

"Yeah, who are you?" The taller one asked.

"The girl that saved your asses. You're welcome, by the way." You looked down and groaned when you saw your shirt had blood on it.

"No, I loved this shirt. Damn, blood is a bitch to get out." You frowned, taking off your jacket.

"Is that a Led Zeppelin shirt?" You looked up to find the shorter man talking to you.

"Yeah it is. Why? You looking to trade?" You smirked slightly before looking back at your shirt.

"You have good taste in music, sweetheart."

"Dean, it hasn't been 10 minutes and you're already hitting on her." The hazel-eyed man said with a scoff.

"Wait, Dean as in Dean and Sam? As in Dean and Sam Winchester?" You asked, your mouth falling open a bit. You've heard about them but never thought you would get the pleasure of knowing them.

"Since you know who we are, mind giving us a name to match that pretty face?" Dean said with a smirk.

"I don't know, you want to try and get it out of me?" You winked at him, flirting a bit. Dean’s mouth opened a bit, not expecting you to say that. Sam just chuckled and looked at you.

"My name is Y/N. Nice to meet you boys." You grabbed your machete and wiped the blood off on a vampire who was dead.

"We should get out of here." Sam suggested.

"Let me but you a drink." Dean asked, walking closer to you.

"Don't mind if I do," You smiled and walked out of the barn, looking at the black beauty. "Damn, smoking car." You smirked, walking past it to your own.

"Thanks." Dean said proudly, getting into his car. You got in yours and once Sam and Dean were in front of you, you followed them to the nearest bar. Once inside, you headed to a table with Sam while Dean got the alcohol.

"So when did you start hunting?" Sam asked, sitting down.

"After I graduated high school." You answered, looking over at Dean. Ever since you met him, you felt more of a pull in his direction that Sam's.

"Really? What about your parents?"

"They think I'm away at NYU. I've always wanted to go there after high school but obviously, I never made it." You shrugged.

"Why not? What happened?" You looked over at Dean to see him walking over to the table.

"What did I miss?" Dean smiled, sitting down and passim the beers out.

"Y/N was just telling me how she got into the life." Sam said.

"Yeah, um I saw a man get snatched by a wendigo. I tracked it down and almost died myself. But after a little more research, I knew how to kill it. And I figured, if that thing exists, what other things do and from that point on, I began hunting." You said, taking your beer and drinking it.

"By yourself? Doesn't that seem kind of risky?" Dean asked.

"I'm alive, aren't I? I feel it's better to work on my own. Other people end up fucking things up." You said.

"Well, if you heard about us, then you heard about how good we are. There are no room for mistakes. I'd be happy if you could join us?" Dean said, drinking his own beer.

"Is that your way of asking me out?" You smirked, leaning closer to him.

"Yeah, I'll be over there." Sam immediately got up and moved to another table to another part of the bar.

"I don't know, sweetheart, is that your way of saying yes?" Dena smirked.

"Depends on where you're taking me."

"Why is that?" He asked, leaning in closer to you.

"I'm a screamer." You smirked, winking at him. His jaw dropped and you giggled, closing it for him.

"Please move in with me." Dean's aid, his eyes going wide.

"What?" You giggled.

"Sam and I have this place. It's called the Men of Letters Bunker and it's the safest place on Earth."

"Oh yeah, I've heard about them. I thought they never existed." You pulled away and drank your beer.

"Oh they do and we have their Bunker. You should live with us. You know, it'll make it a lot easier to hunt with us." Dean suggested.

"Take me there and I'll decide." You said. He nodded and grabbed his keys, getting up.

"Let's go Sammy." Sam nodded and got up, following you and Dean out of the bar. You got in your car and followed Dean to this mysterious Bunker. When you got there, you were amazed. You knew from the minute you walked in that this is where you were meant to be. You didn't know how but you were meant to meet Dean and move on with him.

"Oh you might want to meet our friend. He'll be hunting with us." Dean said, walking away from you and Sam. You were in the library and knew you would love it here.

"You already have another hunting partner?" You asked Sam.

"Kind of. He's an Angel so he's not always with us." Sam said.

"An Angel? You mean like a real fucking Angel with wings and a halo and shit?" You smiled widely as he nodded.

"Y/N, meet Cas. Cas, that's Y/N," you turned around and smiled at the man in the trench coat. Damn, were all their friends hot? Cas immediately frowned, looking at you before looking at Dean. He kept doing this over and over as if he saw something that you didn't.

"Cas, what's wrong?" Sam asked, frowning.

"Dean, I think you found your soulmate." Your eyes widened and looked at Dean who did the same.

"Come again?" Dean sputtered.

"Your souls are entwined. You can't see it but I can. Everyone has a soulmate and she is yours." Cas explained. You looked at Dean and he looked at you. You seemed to be having some mental communication because Dean took your hand.

"Then let's go." Dean started to pull you away from the other men.

"Where are we going?" You asked.

"To consummate our relationship." Dean's aid. You smirked and looked back at the boys who groaned.

"Plug your ears, gentlemen, she's a screamer!" Dean yelled as he pulled you into his room. Yeah, you were so meant to meet Dean.

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[deansleather]

Just a Pawn

Pairing: Cas x Reader

Prompt: SPN Angst Appreciation Day 2017 hosted by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing and @percywinchester27

Summary: After pulling another of his disappearing acts, Cas realizes how fed up everyone is with him. This time, it’s just too much. 

Beta: @purgatoan. Thank you to the lovely Karolina!

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Warnings: ANGST!!, sad+angry Cas

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“You will surely love the world if you enjoy being used by people.” ― Vj Nadar

           You sat in your room of the bunker, reading through some lore just for the hell of it. Every book in the place would probably be of use at some point or another, it couldn’t hurt to be well versed in as much of it as possible. Suddenly, you heard several thuds from the bunker’s living area. You quickly stood up, grabbing your gun and peeking around your door frame. Though it wasn’t too much of a relief, there was only an angry Dean thudding down the hall, his face scrunched and red, the veins in his neck popping out.

           “What happened now?” you muttered, sighing. He put out his arms, pointing towards the library.

           “Why don’t you go ask him, since he’s so in the right?” Dean yelled, stomping off to his room. You nodded, pursing your lips. So, this again; this wasn’t the first time Cas had gone off the grid, whether it be for some undercover mission or just him following orders, he had left you and the Winchesters to the wayside before, even in times of need. Thankfully, nothing was happening of late that made Cas’ presence vital necessarily, but it ticked everyone off all the same.

           You turned your gun back to safety, tossing it on your bed and heading towards what was sure to be chaos. You knew that Cas wasn’t a bad guy; of course, he genuinely meant well. He was just so gauche sometimes, and social cues just went right over his head. As you reached the end of the hall, Sam began to brush past you. Even he looked disgruntled.

           “Sam,” you called, catching him by the arm. He sighed, turning back around to you.

           “I really don’t want to talk about it right now, Y/n,” he muttered, mustering the nicest smile he could. “I think we all just need some rest.”

           With that, he stalked off to his room, leaving you to face whatever state Cas was in. Cas hated the fights just as much as you did, which is what made you know that whatever called him away from you guys was either super pressing or for you. Sam kind of got it, still didn’t think it was an excuse for all the lies, and Dean just entirely hated it, no second thought or empathy. You knew you were the only one Cas could talk to, but even you were getting a little sick of all the smoke and mirrors. When you finally entered into the library, Cas stood hunched over the table, his breathing visibly heavy. Gingerly, you placed a hand on his shoulder.

           “Cas?” you murmured. He turned his head to you and your stomach flipped; he looked twice as frustrated as both of the boys combined. “You alright?”

           “I’m so tired, Y/n.” He laughed without heart. “All I do, everything, is thought out and done with your best interests in mind. Yet I’m still treated like the villain.” You gave a gentle smile.

           “We all just want to know what’s going on, Cas,” you comforted. “You can’t blame us for that.”

           “I’ve told as much as I can!” Cas yelled, swiping at some books from the table. You glared at him, beginning to pick them up.

           “You know, half the time these books are our only key to solving anything, and seeing as they’re hundreds of years old, maybe we shouldn’t be so rough,” you growled. He shook his head.

           “I will never be able to fit in with you; as much as I try, as hard as I work for you, I am just too different.” He shook his head, his expression now becoming sad. You rolled your eyes, placing the book back in their proper places.

           “Cas, you know better than that. We all love you,” you assured, feeling more like a tired mom than a friend of an angel. He just continued to shake his head.

           “Maybe it’s time I go, this time permanently,” he whispered, more to himself than to you. You approached him, grabbing him by both the shoulders and prompting him to look at you.

           “Listen, I know the boys can be rough on you, and sometimes even I can be, but I promise you we all need you here, Cas.”

           “That’s just it,” he countered, his eyes gloomy. “I am needed, not wanted. Not by anybody.”

           “Everyone is just angry right now, Cas, it’s not the end of the world-“

           “But this isn’t the first time, Y/n!” he insisted. “I am not allowed anything covert, even if it is for your own means! I am treated like a tool, a weapon, not a friend.” You stayed silent for a moment. Was he right? You knew that deep down, both you and the boys cared deeply for Cas, but how often did you show it?

           “Look, Cas, I’m sorry if you feel that way. You’re justified in feeling that way, but you just…you gotta have faith in us. We love you for more than what you do for us; have we not proven that over time?” He looked into the distance, his expression becoming like stone.

           “I was a fool for thinking I could fit in among humans, let alone be accepted by them,” he muttered, shaking your hands off his shoulders.

           “Cas, don’t do this,” you pleaded, feeling a deep pit in your stomach.            

           “Don’t worry,” he shot back, the edge still in his voice. “I’ll do my best to keep you alive, but I will no longer go any further than that.”

           His voice cracked as he spoke, his face crumpling as he began to cry. You tried to step closer to him, for a hug or a pat or anything to comfort him, but he just stepped back, shaking his head.

           “No,” he asserted. “I’m done being a pawn. Good luck, Y/n. Out of all of you, I think you were the closest to accepting me.”

           With that, he was gone, just disappeared out of thin air. You sighed heavily, plopping down into a chair. You rubbed your eyes, resting your head on the table. It seemed like everything just kept going wrong, no matter what you did. You eventually heaved yourself from the chair, heading to your bedroom. Sam was right; you all needed some rest. You went to bed that night, praying endlessly to Cas or whoever would listen, that by the time you woke up everything would be back to normal. You could only hope.

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