#Cain spn/reader

[daughterofcain-67]

𝕽𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

(Dean Winchester x Reader Masterlist)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: A hunter believes it is his job to bare the Mark of Cain and suffer alone. It's Dean's destiny to kill his enemies and save the world no matter how vast the oceans of blood will grow. Sam, of course, refuses to let his brother do this alone and he is on the desperate search to find someone who can help his brother before he changes for the worst. When Castiel tells Sam about a rumor of a girl who is the direct descendent of Cain, he begins the hunt for her. He hopes you will be able to help him find a way to subside Dean's changes before he loses his brother forever.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: SPN spoilers pertaining to seasons nine and ten. SPN level of violence, gore, blood, torture, which may not be suitable for all audiences.

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞: 09.12.23

𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞: 11.09.23

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𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 2

𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 3

𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 4

𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 5

𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 6

𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 7

𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 8

𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 9

𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 10 (final)

[meganlpie]

Sleeping Knight...Of Hell?!

Based on this request: : Would it be possible to do a spn Cain x Winchester reader fluffy, where cain gets cursed by a witch well helping the Winchester take down a witch. Ends up getting sleeping beauty and won’t wake up in till the reader kisses him from @sirlsplayland

Here you are, lovely! I apologize for the wait! I do not own ANY SPN characters. They are the property of the creators/writers!

Warnings: Angst-ish? Sleeping Beauty AU. Fluff.

Pairings: Cain x Winchester!reader

Under normal circumstances, you and your brothers would not want to work with a demon, even Cain. No matter how kind and fair he could be. But with you currently unable to hunt and no one else available, your two brothers reached out to Cain. The demon seemed to have a soft spot for you so he agreed to help until another hunter became available.

       "You guys be careful. Call me if anything goes wrong. Broken arm or not, I will haul ass," you said as the boys and Cain prepared to leave. Dean rolled his eyes while Sam chuckled. You turned to Cain. "Same goes for you." His blue eyes didn't betray the surprise he felt at your words. He hadn't known his safety was so important to you. Cain gave a quick nod before all three headed out, leaving you alone and bored out of your mind.

       Your boredom didn't last long, however. Too soon, the boys reappeared in the bunker along with Cas and an unconscious Cain. "What happened to him?" you asked, worry creeping into your tone without your permission. "We think he was hit with a spell, but we don't know what and we can't wake him up," Sam explained. Dean nodded along with Sam. "Cas tried and we ganked the witch, but Cain's still not waking up. But he's breathing so I guess he's still alive. For now anyway."

       You helped your brothers get Cain to a bed in the infirmary before beginning the long and difficult task of research. All the while, in the back of your mind, you worried for Cain. What if he never woke up? For some reason, the very thought made your insides churn unpleasantly. You made it your sole mission to figure out a way to wake him and soon.

*time skip*

       Weeks. You lost count of how many weeks it had been since your brothers returned to the bunker with Cain. You'd tried everything you could possibly think of to wake him. You'd even called in Rowena, who offered to go through every spellbook she could to help. Mostly because she didn’t want to be on the bad side of the Knight of Hell should he wake and partly because you told her that you’d owe her. She was very much like her son in that way. And it was Rowena’s son who would crack the case wide open.

Crowley sat with you, your brothers, Cas, and Rowena as you explained to him what was happening. While Crowley didn’t care much for Cain, he did respect him. “So you’ve had no luck waking Sleeping Beauty.” Sam shook his head, but you stared at Crowley as if he’d just said the most brilliant thing of the century. 

“Rowena?” you asked after a moment, prompting the redhead to look at you. “Are there any spells that can copy fairytales? Like…a sleeping curse?” Rowena’s brows furrowed as she thought. “I suppose there might. After all, your human fairytales have a basis in fact. It’s quite possible, but if so, I’m afraid Cain is going to sleep forever, dearie. True love’s kiss doesn’t exist.” You nodded solemnly before standing and leaving the room. All you could think about was poor Cain being asleep until the end of time.

You weren’t paying attention to where you were walking and soon found yourself in the infirmary where Cain was. With a sigh, you pulled a chair up next to his cot and sat down. “I’m so sorry, Cain,” you said softly even though no one else was around, “If I hadn’t gotten hurt, you wouldn’t be in this mess. And I have no idea how to help you. Rowena thinks you’ll be stuck like this forever.” You reached over and took Cain’s hand, repeating how sorry you were. 

You remained like that until Sam appeared in the doorway to let you know they were heading out on a supply run. “Hang on, I need to come too. There are a few things I need.” Sam nodded and turned away before speaking over his shoulder, “Alright. We’ll meet you at the car.

Once Sam was gone, you glanced at Cain again. “Come back, Cain.” You stood and leaned over him. “Come back to me,” you whispered as you leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. You straightened up all the way. However, as you turned to leave, you felt something tugging on your hand. You looked down and were surprised to find Cain’s eyes open as he stared at you in amazement. “Cain,” you whispered, unable to fight back the sound of tears in your voice.

Cain slowly sat up, his blue eyes never leaving your face. “You…” he began, “You brought me back.” Your brows drew together and you started to shake your head, but Cain stopped you. “Yes you did. I heard everything. I was trapped in my own mind, unable to move or speak, but I heard it all. It was your determination, your kiss, your…love that woke me, Y/N.”

Your eyes widened. The idea you’d gotten from Crowley had been right. It was a sleeping curse. And just like the fairytales, it was true love’s kiss that broke the spell. But that meant-

“Cain? Only a kiss of true love could have worked, if my theory was right.” A brow rose on Cain’s forehead. “Yes,” he confirmed, “Ask the question that’s on the tip of your tongue, Y/N. You already know the answer. You only need to ask the right question.”

“Does this mean that you-that you love me?” A rare, soft smile made its way onto Cain’s lips. “And you love me.” You stared at him and he stared back, an amused smile still on his lips. For a while, neither of you said anything. But the silence was soon broken by Dean. “Hey, I thought you-” You looked back at Dean, whose mouth was open in surprise. “Sonovabitch,” he muttered before turning on his heel, probably on his way to tell Sam what was happening. When he was out of sight, you couldn’t help but laugh a bit. You looked back to Cain to find him still looking at you. His hand came up and rested on your cheek. “May I?” he asked, quietly. You swallowed thickly, but agreed. Cain’s lips met yours in a moment later in a soft, sweet kiss.

(a/n: I hope you like it!)

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[melxhunter]

PICTURES TO BURN

In which, Rory Mayfield finds herself in the world of Supernatural instead of her own.

Additionally, things only go further sideways once she meets two plaid wearing knuckleheads traveling in an old Impala...

Extended summary:

FEELING SO THE LOSS, she cannot but ever weep the mother.

Shoulders slumped under the weight of Death's hand, sixteen-year-old Rory could feel the waters at her feet, ready to pull her under. Expect a change of fate saves her, a happenstance thrusts her to her father, and she finds herself in the Supernatural world instead of her own.

Here, all the monsters under the bed are real – or at least could be. Behind every curtain is a devil in disguise, demons, vampires, ghosts, werewolves, wendigos and God knows what else. At every corner stands a risk, every snap of a twig could be the very difference between life and death. With dozens of monsters out in the wild and constantly preying for victims wherever they go, it's safe to say all hunters has their hands full at night. The life as a hunter is indeed time consuming and incredibly dangerous. Dean Winchester knows it's a bad idea to let her in, but he does so anyway. Rory Mayfield knows it's a bad idea to stick around, yet she stays. It's a bad idea. They know it. The thought and realization of it all repeatedly sinks into their bones, settles like a beast below, a monster molded in their marrow that they cannot unravel and eliminate.

This is a bad idea. They know it. But what other choice do they have? Rory's life in a completely different world was long gone, her mother was dead, and he was all she had left.

Dean might not know the first thing about how to be a stable father, but if there was one thing he did know, it was how to be there for someone who needed him. He is not going fail her, not if he has any say on the matter.

But shouldn't he know by now?

With him around, she can never, ever, truly be safe.

In the end, if he stays around, the only thing left of her could very well be nothing more than pictures to burn.

Interested to read more? Then check out Pictures To Burn by melxhunter (me) on Wattpad!

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I know this has been asked before but I swear I can never find the links of the post of you answering other people. But I just need all of your plus size/ chubby reader 😽🫶 . I love your stories so much and I can’t wait for more, I was just curious to all the other ones you have because I’m never able to find any 🤧🤧.

Hi lovely! I try to list all chubby/curvy/plus-sized reader stories here (any fandom):

MARVEL

(including oder CEvans / SebStan characters)

Steve Rogers:

The assistant masterlist (CEvans characters)

Big girls don’t cry masterlist (AU)

A fresh start masterlist

The captain at a sex shop (also short reader)

Weakling (a/b/o)

Ransom Drysdale:

Once (1) & its sequels Twice, Thrice, Four times & Five times (a/b/o)

His maid

Trust fund prick

Lee Bodecker:

Snuggle Time

Red-Handed

Bucky Barnes:

You are beautiful masterlist

Burned Muffins & its sequels Burned Cookies & Burned Pancakes It's more implied in the 1st chapter that she's plus-sized in this one)

Best night of your life & its sequel Best night of your life (2) (AU)

Fratboys forever? masterlist (AU)

Chubby Bee 🐝 (AU)

The mobster’s cook & its sequels The mobster’s girl, The mobster’s wife (AU)

Tony Stark:

Obsession Stark Style

Fake Diamond

Multichars:

The Fitness Pack masterlist  (Steve Rogers; Sam Wilson; Bucky Barnes, Thor Odinson - they all got a separate story - no poly)

Stucky:

Clingy Love (a/b/o)

Chris Evans:

The heat is on masterlist (a/b/o)

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The new neighbor (a/b/o)

Broken Word Masterlist (AU)

His meaty mouse masterlist (AU)

911 for love Masterlist (Cop AU)

The Italian touch Masterlist

Foody Queen & its sequel His Foody Queen (AU)

Auction of love (AU/a/b/o)

Granny is the best (AU/a/b/o)

No friend of mine

Low

He’s my man

Ashamed

Sexy Suits

Family bonds

The back-up plan

Sharing Showers

The talk

Breaking your heart was never my intention

The DUFF (AU) it's implied that she's chubby - hence the title duff

Alone, together & its sequel Together, again (AU)

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Cocky matchmaker (Sam Winchester)

Soulless Instinct (Soulless!Sam Winchester - a/b/o)

John Winchester:

The Roommate masterlist (AU John Winchester)

Others:

Beautiful Mine (Cain - a/b/o)

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Our Girl Masterlist (AU / poly - no Wincest)

Never be your sexy girl (poly - no Wincest)

Jensen Ackles:

The back-up plan

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DC

Sex you up (Henry Cavill)

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THE BOYS

Dumbass stalker masterlist (Soldier Boy)

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Negan:

You belong to me

Physical Education (AU)

His favorite (Negan - a/b/o)

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What if Crowley(spn) had a kid and the Winchester’s almost kill them? What would/how Crowley do/react and what would the Winchester’s do?🤔

That’s My Goddamn Daughter!

Team Free Will x cambion!reader

When Castiel locates another cambion, potentially with the power to kill a knight of hell, he and the Winchesters go after her but then Crowley shows up claiming she’s his daughter.

Warnings:  MOC Dean, mentions of rape but really just misunderstandings, blood, concussions, I have no medical knowledge, swearing, reader gets knocked out a lot lol

WC: 2.2k

A/N: I kind of want to do a part 2 to this. What do you guys think?

Minors DNI

“I’m sorry what? Can you repeat that?” Castiel sighed, slightly exacerbated. He thought he explained the situation pretty well. Dean’s eyes were wide in both shock and disbelief and Sam just looked exhausted.

“Like I said before, there is another cambion in existence and she could be the answer to the Mark.” Dean swallowed the last of his now warm beer and glowered at the angel.

“And you didn’t think to tell us this before now?”

“Dean.” Sam started but the elder held up his hand to stop him. Cas sighed, mentally preparing himself for a classic Dean tirade that always seemed to come when he presented the brothers with a new lead.

“You’re hiding things from us, lying. How do we even know if this so-called cambion is the real deal? Why didn’t she show up before?” The angel’s eyes rolled, why did they have such trouble understanding?

“There was a spell concealing her from the angels’ view but for some reason, that spell is now gone. I assumed it was tied to someone in her family, possibly the parent that was a demon. But now, that demon is dead so the spell is gone.” Sam seemed to accept that answer but Dean was more skeptical.

“So what do we do if we do find this girl? Just ask her to come back with us for tea and cake? She most likely knows that daddy dearest was a demon and might want revenge and we are probably the ones that did it or we know them. So what then?” 

Sam leaned against the war room table beside his brother. “Dean’s right. Remember that kid Jesse, he had a whole town under his thumb without even thinking about it and he was just a kid. What could an adult with an obviously powerful parent do?” Dean nodded along and Cas had the distinct urge to smite them both.

“We need to take that chance. She might be our best shot at killing Cain without the First Blade.” Dean huffed, still clearly miffed at being so blatantly brushed off by the angel. 

“Alright fine but you can’t get mad at me when I say I told you so when this inevitably goes wrong.” He shrugged and Cas smirked slightly, happy to get his way.

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“Well that was easier than expected.” Dean sulked, sitting on the motel room bed pouting like a child. The woman had been easy to find, in fact it was too easy. She was a goddamn librarian in a small town where everyone knew her face.

No locks on her doors, no weapons in the house. She welcomed them in with open arms after Sam fed her their story of being lost and needing directions. She gave them pie and lemonade, answering every question they asked, including Dean’s flirtatious ask about a boyfriend.

Her head dipped and she avoided eye contact as she shyly replied that no, she didn’t have a boyfriend. Sam smacked Dean upside the head for that when she wasn’t looking. Cas, getting sick of the circling conversation mixed with too much human lust, had stepped forward and knocked her out with his grace.

He caught her soft body as she crumpled, ignoring the pointed looks the brothers sent him. “She would’ve come willingly.” Sam pointed out but Cas replied with a simple, “There isn’t enough time for you two to ‘convince’ her.”

Sam blushed and Dean just smirked, too proud of himself. They quickly smuggled her out to the car and started the long journey home. Now, they were taking a break for the night and Dean watched as the girl slept on, blissfully unaware of everything going on in the world.

“She really doesn’t seem demonic. She’s just-“

“Nice.” Dean finished his brother’s sentence for him, saying the word like it disgusted him. “Are you sure she’s the half-breed we want?” Again, Castiel was questioning why his destiny was intertwined with the Winchesters. Y/N shifted in her sleep, curling up on her side cutely, giving out a large sigh.

Cas stood at the foot of the bed, intensely watching the men who flanked her on both sides, like guards watching over their ward. “I can sense her power, it is far greater than any other cambion. Her blood has old magic in it, she is quite possibly descended from a natural witch.”

Sam froze, his entire body going stiff with surprise. “I’m sorry, so this girl is a product of a natural witch and a demon.” Cas shook his head, arms crossing over his chest.

“No, the magic is too deluded for the witch to be her mother or father, it is more likely that it is her grandparent.” Sam’s eyes flicked down to the girl, somehow already feeling incredibly protective of her. She was by far the kindest person he had met in a very long time, how could she have such evil in her blood? But he was wary, both because of her power and the fear of what could happen should she succumb to that power. He knew that feeling, that rush from demon blood, how addicting it could be.

Dean could feel the heat radiating from her body as she rolled closer to him. The mark was quiet around her, soothed like a feral cat getting love for the first time in its life. But how dark could she get, what was she capable of? And who in the hell was her demonic parent?

“We should keep moving. If we found her so quick, there’s no telling who else would be coming after her.” Cas nodded and fluttered away, presumably to ensure that no demons had followed them.

Dean moved away from her as quickly as he could, a curling in his gut making him feel like he should be repulsed by her but her presence also called to him. He fished a half-drunk bottle of whiskey from  his duffle bag and settled himself in the chair in the far corner of the room. “Get some shut eye, I’ll take first watch.”

Sam pulled a ratty blanket over top of her, careful to not wake her and took a seat on the other bed. “Do you think this could work?” Silence settled over the brothers.

“It’s our only shot.” And with that, Sam settled back against the thin pillows, keen to get any rest he could to escape his swirling thoughts.

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A rattling woke Dean from his alcohol induced slumber. With a groan, he lifted his head from the back of the chair he had accidentally fallen asleep on. His neck screamed in pain but that was nothing compared to the throbbing in his arm.

The mark burned and the rattling became louder. His green eyes fluttered open, only able to see vague shapes in the dark room. A shadow stood by the door, their hand on the knob, desperately trying to open it. “Please please please.” Her voice was filled with tears and a panic that made his heart lurch in his chest.

“Sweetheart.” The sound of his own voice made her work even faster at trying to open the door, but it was of no use. She screamed and Dean bolted forward. Moving faster than even he could comprehend, he grabbed her, wrapping a large palm over her mouth to keep her from making any more noise.

Her back hit the mattress with an exhale of air through her nose. Her eyes were wide with panic, her breathing quickening becoming erratic as his muscular body settled between her plump thighs, shoving her skirt up her legs. She tried to grab at Dean’s shoulders to shove him off but using his free hand he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.

Tears rolled down her temples, wetting the sheets below them. “I’m not going to hurt you. You need to trust me.” Her head shook furiously beneath his hold, on the edge of hysterics. 

“Dean?” Sam muttered sleepily, sitting up in the bed. “What’s going on?” His hair stuck up in all different directions as he lazily looked around the room. His eyes landed on the situation in front of him and everyone froze.

Suddenly, the room exploded. With no hesitation, Sam launched himself at his older brother and tackled him to the floor. “What the hell were you doing!” Dean thrashed violently.

“She was trying to run! I had to stop her.” 

Sam snarled. “Not by doing that.” Dean landed a good punch to his jaw, knocking Sam for a loop but his grip remained strong even as his head spun.

Seeing her chance, Y/N slipped from the bed as quietly as she could but her legs gave out as soon as she rocked forward onto her feet. She yelped, catching the boys’ attention and they watched her fall, almost in slow motion.

Her head slammed against the corner of the bed before slamming into the floor. Blood pooled under her forehead, her eyes went hazy before they shut. “Shit!” Sam scrambled off of his brother, fear coursing through his veins like a fire. He slid a hand under her head, cupping her face gently. “C’mon open those eyes for me.” 

But she didn’t respond. Thick fingers fit against the dip of her throat, and he struggled to find her pulse. When he finally did, it was thready and weak but it was there. He breathed a sigh of relief. “She’s alive, probably a bad concussion though.”

“Son of a bitch!” Dean growled, sitting up against the bed frame. “Why does this shit always happen to us?” As gently as he could manage with shaking hands, Sam lifted Y/N into his arms, resting her face against his strong chest. He could now feel the way her own chest rose and fell with shallow breaths.

Sam laid her on his unmade bed, keeping her on her side in case she got sick. The wound, a small gash on her right temple, had slowed its bleeding. It wouldn’t require stitches, just a couple butterfly bandages. “I don’t know, Dean.” He sighed and got to work fixing her up.

Meanwhile, Dean was stewing, thinking. She could have used her powers to save him off, to escape but she didn’t. She was just a normal girl getting involved in something that she didn’t want to do. “What are we doing Sammy? That girl doesn’t have any powers, she’s just a kid.” 

“Without the blade, we have no chance at getting rid of the Mark. She’s our best shot.” But there was no conviction in his tone. Sam was also doubting the integrity of this plan but he was desperate. Dean with the blade was far more dangerous than this girl could ever be, they needed her.

“How dare you touch my daughter!” The door burst violently, shattering under the force at which it was hit. Crowley stood, absolutely fuming in the entryway, eyes red with pure rage. Sam and Dean sprung into action, their guns drawn.

“What are you talking about Crowley?” Dean shifted so his body blocked the demon’s view of the girl on the bed. His shoulders were tense, the Mark telling him to protect her with everything he had. But apparently, Crowley wasn’t having any of it today.

With a wave of his hand, the boys went flying into the wall, their guns tossed away and ropes appearing from nothing to pin them down. “I told you I would find the blade and this is how you repay me! You kidnapped my daughter! Lust after her! And then you harm her!” His voice thundered through the room, shaking the foundations of the building with his fury. “You sniveling weasels! I kept her out of this life for a reason!”

The Winchesters struggled against his hold. Crowley loomed over the double bed, intensely staring at the woman. “She was never meant to know. I just wanted her to have a normal life.” 

Dean’s nostrils flared with anger as the demon leaned forward and cupped her round cheek with one hand while the other brushed against the bandage on her forehead. “Don’t touch her.” The hunter snarled. His arm burned as the mark screamed at him to rip apart anyone that even so much as looked in her direction.

A vein in Sam’s neck ticked in time with his pulse while he pulled at his bonds. He could feel the loosening of the ropes around his wrist. An angel blade rested on the chair Dean had been occupying, if he could get even one arm free, he could grab it. “You are the ones that hurt her! Not me!” Crowley snapped but didn’t take his eyes off of her.

“Last warning.” But he disregarded the Winchesters and instead lifted Y/N from the bed, taking extra care not to hit her any more than she already was.

Her face easily tucked into the dark material of his suit shirt as he held her close. “Stay away from my daughter.” And with that, both him and the ropes disappeared, leaving only her sweater and the bitter smell of sulphur.

The boys collapsed to the ground. Dean wasted no time as he scrambled forward in a desperate attempt to reach the now gone pair.

“Son of a bitch!”

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Crush part 4  

Dean Winchester x Reader (Y/N) & Sam Winchester (Platonic)  

Warnings: Fluff, sexual tension, implied smut, alcohol, trauma, aggression,  

Side note: English isn’t my first language, please don’t mind little mistakes.  

Words: 4800 

*Does not follow the SPN storyline! *  

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Recap part 3: Y/N is a high school crush/friend of Sam, when they were 16 y/o they attended the same school for a while. But she always liked Dean. Years later despite the trauma and difficult life, they chose to be with each other. Dean tries hard not to take Y/N on hunts but sometimes they have no choice. 

Now years later, Dean has the mark of Cain and Y/N is determent to help Sam and Dean. They been through a lot, how will they cope with this challenge? 

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“You idiot!” Y/N screamed through the halls of the bunker. “You, you, ... do you ever think, Dean! Just for one second?” - “I take Dean told Y/N about the mark?” Castiel asked Sam who sat in the kitchen while he heard the couple fight. “Yeah, just now.”  

“It’s the only way to kill Abaddon! And you know it!” Dean matched her tone. “I don’t care about Abaddon, not if it hurt you!” - “It won’t!” - “Oh yes of course like nothing ever does right? I can’t believe you!”  

“Y/N don’t be like that! Everything is fine.” - “You call black outs after killing people fine? Sneaking out to hunt alone so you can kill fine? Who are you? Because I sure as hell don’t recognise you anymore!” She turned her back and walked to the kitchen, clearly surprised to see the angel and Sam. Both looking awkward for witnessing their fight.  

“I’m going to kill Crowley.” - “Sweetheart...” He followed her close. “Don’t!” She turned back at him pointing a finger in his face. “How many times do I need to get worried about you? How many times do I need to see you die. Hell, see all of you die?” She waved her arms around. “Why on earth did you trust Crowley. He knew about Cain, he isn’t stupid!”  

“Y/N” Sam started in a soft voice. “This isn’t ideal, but we’ll get through it. I don’t like it, just like you but what choice do we have?” - “How about let someone else deal with this for once?” - “Who do you trust with this?” Dean added. “I don’t care Dean, one of these days you’ll die, for real.” - “Then I’ll go down swinging.” He said like it was nothing. “Oh, good for you, but I’ll be the one to burry you!”  

Y/N stormed out of the kitchen, grabbed her keys and went for a drive in the middle of the night. Deep inside she knew Dean was right, but why did it had to be him, she was so afraid to lose him. After all they had been through so much, the fear became more and more real.  

Dean sat down at the kitchen table. “You weren’t able to keep it from her any longer.” Cas said. “I know, I know she is just worried. But she knows this is our life.” - “It used to be much easier, ghost, vampires, but this, this really scares her.” Sam said looking at his brother’s arm. “Plus, she noticed you being... different.”  

“I know. I pushed her away. I’m sure she noticed a difference in my behaviour. It’s not like it's been easy lately.” Dean spoke like he meant hunting, but he knew they had some trouble in their relationship too. It’s not that he didn’t want to work on it, it’s just that the world was now a priority, he knew she would understand.  

Y/N arrived back home late that night, she saw Dean already sleeping in bed. She took a deep breath before crawling next to him. Nose to nose she looked at him. “Baby?” He mumbled. “Hm?” -”Please don’t be mad.” He opened one eye slightly “I’m not. I’m concerned.” She gave him a small peck between his brows, before turning around to face the other side of the room.  

Dean felt her being distant lately. No more cuddling in bed, no more morning make out sessions, if he was honest almost no intimacy at all. He knew it was his fault, since he had the mark these few weeks, he didn’t feel like it anymore. Which for him was weird. No matter how tired, she could always seduce him, but not anymore.  

He knew it made her insecure, but he was too ashamed to talk about it. He thought it would be easier to handle it once the world wasn’t burning anymore. She didn’t push him in to talking about it. But he noticed her being more edgy, easier annoyed, less happy.  

The next morning, he woke up noticing she was already up. When he opened the bedroom door, he heard music coming from the kitchen. When he walked in, he saw Y/N swaying to the music... laughing while she made breakfast with his brother. And again, when they were in a bad place, Sam could make her smile. How does he do that Dean wondered.  

“Good...morning.” Dean said with a little hesitation. “Goodmorning baby” She smiled softly but stopped dancing while turning the music down. Y/N place a plate with pancakes in front of Dean. “Eat up, before it gets cold.” She said before kissing his shoulder and walking out of the kitchen. His eyes followed her before turning back to Sam, who smiled softly.  

“Did she, talked to you lately?” He asked his younger brother. “Well, we talk all the time, a little more specific?” - “About... us?” Sam’s raised one brow. He saw how serious he was in his eyes. “Look it’s not my place to say, but she is afraid, afraid to lose you, again. But also, afraid to lose you.” 

Dean looked confused. “She thinks that you are bored of her or something. That you two are still together out of habit or mutual respect. Basically, that you don’t love her anymore.”  - “What? That’s ridiculous.” - “I told her that. But she isn’t so sure about your feelings for her anymore.”  

After breakfast Dean was determined to talk to Y/N, but unfortunately Crowley came back with information on Abaddon and the boys had to move out really quick. Y/N took a deep breath, “Remember me to kill him after you come back.” She said to Dean while looking at the demon. “I heard that.” - “Good.”  

Dean smiled. “So that means you still want me when I get back?” She kissed his lips. “I’ll always want you Dean Winchester, no matter how complicated things are.” One side of his lips curled slightly. “Just get back in one piece.” His hand moved to the back of her neck. “I promise.” he whispered before kissing her back.  

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The indeed got back, but the need to kill became more and more difficult for Dean to handle. He tried so hard to restrain it, knowing Y/N would be worried, but the tension between them didn’t get better.  

Next thing they know, they had to face Metatron again. In search of the tabled. But Dean felt he had a shot on killing the messenger of God. When Y/N came back from groceries shopping the bunker was empty. They headed out without telling her what was going on, part from one little text she got from Sam. Found Metatron, going after him. Don’t worry, I got him. Sam meant he was watching his brother. One thing she learned about the Winchesters, they have each other's back, but will also die for each other as long as the other gets to live.  

Sam saw Dean get stabbed by the angel blade, rushing to his brother in despair, while Metatron smiled. Sam tried to fight the angel, but he vanished. He held his brother in tears in his arms, not knowing what to do. He knew he needed to bring him home. And face Y/N.  

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Y/N heard the door of the bunker open. She walked to the stairs smiling, only to see Sam carrying the lifeless body of Dean. Her smile vanished, her hand covered her mouth, eyes starting to tear. She came running towards Sam. “No, no, no, NO. Dean... baby?” - “I’m sorry.” Was all Sam repeatedly cried when she held his face in her hands.  

Sam placed his brother on their bed. Y/N sat beside him, cleaned the blood of his face and hands. “Come on baby, wake up.” She whispered under her breath, she had no idea how long she sat beside him before she got up and walked back to Sam. Could have been 5 minutes or 5 hours.  

Without saying a word, she took the bottle in front of him and poured herself a glass. “Y/N, I...” - “I don’t want to hear it Sam, you find a way to bring him back. I don’t care what we need to do. Who I need to sell my soul to, YOU bring him BACK.” Tears rolled down her cheeks when she walked away with the glass in her hand.  

Sam was trying to summon Crowley little did they know he was already visiting, knowing what would happen to Dean next.  

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Sammy, let me go.  

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“That’s all?” Y/N teared up looking at the note Dean left. He didn’t even think of her? After all these years. Sam noticed her struggle. “I’m not giving up Y/N, if Dean is a demon, I will find a way to bring him back.” She nodded before she felt his arms pulling her into a hug.  

“I’m sure he thought of you too. Probably to fixated on leaving.” - “Or I don’t care enough.” He felt her tears on his shirt. “No, he needs you as much as you need him.”  

 “You’re not going alone Sam, I’m not letting you out of my sight.” Y/N stood arms crossed on the stairs. Weeks have been passed and Sam left her with the research while going solo on trips. Only this time he came back with a dislocated shoulder.  

She saw the hesitation in his eyes. “I know I’m no hunter, not like you guys, but I’ve been living this life just like you over the past few years.” She sighs “This is my fight too.”  

“Ok, let’s find them.” He said while turning her on the stairs. Every alert possible was installed on their phones. They searched for every crossroad demon, trying to find intel. Sam became more and more reckless, Y/N could see the disperse growing inside him.  

One night she and Sam sat down at a local diner “Dean is clearly keeping a low profile. So, do me a favour, try to enjoy the food.” Y/N looked at her phone. “Sam... Wait a minute. This may be a long shot but that bar...” She pointed at the map on her phone. “Dean used to tell me about it. Something with great beers and music?”  

Little did they know Dean tried to life the best life ever. Crowley tried to use him for his own personal amusements, of course. “You know Dean, those two are closing up on us. We might want to leave soon.”  

“You know Crowley, for a demon you do really care a lot.” He waved at the bartender asking for another shot and a cocktail with an umbrella for the ‘lady’ next to him. While he smiled at Crowley.  

“Listening to you singing the same 3 songs on karaoke has been a blast, watching you sticking your tongue down the throat of hottest chicks, I don’t care. You do you. But I really don’t want to get murdered by your brother and ex-girlfriend.”  

Y/N and Sam’s car broke down just a few miles away from the bar. A nice man stopped his car and asked if they could use some help, pretends to inspect the engine, He reveals that the reason the car stopped is because of a "killswitch" that he himself is able to operate via remote.  

Before Sam can pull out his gun from behind his back, He knocks him out cold. Y/N tried to get the gun out of the glovebox but the gun against her head made her lift her hands. “My issue isn’t with you sweetheart. Turn around and keep walking away from the car.”  

Sam wakes up to find himself strapped to a chair, Cole, the man, explains that he is using Sam as a bargaining chip to lure Dean and kill him. Sam warns Cole that Dean is now a monster, but Cole naively rebuffs saying that he knows he is a monster and that now Dean is the prey.  

Cole calls Dean and demands a trade, but Dean is apathetic towards his brother's capture, as he warned Sam not to come looking for him. “Listen Sammy, I told you to let me go. You are just too stubborn.” - “Well, Sam, it looks like a should have taken your girlfriend with us. Since your brother isn’t going to be of much help.”  

Dean’s voice changed a on the phone. “You brought Y/N?!” Sam knew he was pissed. You left her, what was I supposed to do? He thought. “Oh-oh, trouble in paradise.” Cole added. “Listen, Cole, was it? Do whatever you want. But if our paths cross, you’re dead.” Dean said with a calm voice before he hung up the phone.  

Y/N walked to the nearest motel, which took her almost an entire night. Luckly, she had some money in her phones case hidden. The clerk gave her a set of keys. Y/N was glad she could take at least a shower and a few hours of sleep before creating a plan of finding Sam.  

But when she lied down in bed and closed her eyes, she could hear her neighbours, or at least the girl. Realising they weren’t planning on getting sleep anytime soon. “Great, cheap motel walls.” She said under her breath. She walked back to the bathroom finding something to stuff her ears with.  

By morning she woke up by the sound of what she thought would be Crowley. “Seriously on my bed?” Y/N almost flew out of bed and opened the door only to bump into the blonde girl who she heard last night. “I’m sorry.” Y/N said but got nothing but a dirty look.  

Then she saw Crowley's head pop out of the room next door. “Oh no.” Y/N held her foot between the door he just wanted to close. “CROWLEY!” She burst through, seeing Dean in the bed. The world underneath her feet crumbled. “D-Dean?”  

“What are you doing here Y/N?” Was all his stone-cold voice said. “I-I came with Sam to find you, but he...” - “Yeah kidnapped, Cole, wants me.” - “And you let him have your brother?” - “Well, I was a little busy.” He said while going with his hands over his bed hair. “Yeah, I heard.” - “Kinky, if I knew you where next door would’ve asked you to join.” He grinned.  

She looked over at Crowley, who to her surprise looked apologetic maybe even with a little sympathy for her. “Where you going?” Dean asked when she finally felt her feet again and turned. “I need to find Sam.” - “So, you went to all this trouble to find me, now that you have, you walk away?” Dean got up.  

“Well, you’re clearly not trying to save your brother, and...” She thought hard about her next words. You cheated, you left me, you hurt me, you’re not you anymore, I can’t look at you. “I guess we all have moved on since you left us, I care for him more than ever. I need him to be safe.”  

She looked back at Crowley. “I know, you’ll kill me when you see me again.” She nodded before closing the door. “Well, that was awkward.” Crowley turned to Dean. Seeing a little fraction of human emotion in Deans eyes. She hurts him in a place he didn’t knew he still felt. 

Y/N decided to walk back to the car, but halfway there a car stopped in front of her. “Y/N?” - “Oh god, SAM!” She ran straight to him, her arms wrapped around his waist. “I’m glad I found you, I was so worried.” - “You were worried? Sam, you were kidnapped.” - “And my best friend was out there alone.”  

Thanks to the intel from Y/N her previous encounter with Dean, Sam found his brother quickly. The ride home however wasn’t very pleasant. “So, Sammy. I heard you and Y/N spent quite some time together lately. Tell me, did the high school butterflies came back? Have you been wooing her? Maybe even shared a little kiss?” - “SHUT UP DEAN!” They shouted at the same time. 

When they locked Dean in the dungeon, he looked at her standing at the door, while Sam checked the traps and the spell work around him. Y/N broke the eye contact she had with Dean when Sam walked towards her. She placed a hand on his shoulder. “He won’t go anywhere.” He said holding his hand over hers.  

Dean rolled his eyes. 

The next day Sam started to inject Dean with the purified blood. Y/N could hear him scream, she had promised Sam not to go down there. “Does it hurt him?” She asked with a tremble in her voice. Sam sighs, “I’m not sure if it’s real or he just fakes it to stop me.”  

“Maybe I should face him? See if it works.” - “No, I don’t want you to see him like this. The things he says... It’s horrible.” She nodded but decided to take a peek the next time anyway. “You know Sammy, I would never think you would go for my leftovers.” Sam did his best to ignore his brother.  

“I mean, I had always known she is your type. Hell, you would whine about her day and night, how she was the one for you. I should have known you would take her when you saw an opening.” - “Dean, you left, you fucked around, literally. But you expect me to wait for you to come home?” Y/N walked towards the circle.  

Seeing Y/N made it hard on Dean to act like he still didn’t feel the blood working. “You haven’t touched me in ages, but I have to act like a nun while you play the pornstar is that it?” He didn’t answer. God she wanted to slap that smug face of his.  

“Y/N? Why are you here?” Sam asked in his caring voice. “I wanted to say I need some fresh air.” She placed her hand on his shoulder before she stood on her toes to kiss his cheek, I’ll be right back. Sam understood the assignment, this was the perfect way of seeing if Dean still cared.  

She walked back but right before she turned through the door Sam called her. He grabbed her hand, but she backs up against the wall just outside the door, in the hall. “Trust me” She mouthed. “I’m going to be fine Sam.” said quietly, while looking at his lips. “I know, I just...” Sam matched her voice before closed the space between their lips.  

Dean sat in the chair not seeing them, but he could clearly hear them. When Sam didn’t complete his answer, it hit him. “Really guys!” No answer, “Find yourself a room!” Dean heard nothing but a deep breath coming from his brother.  

“Be safe ok?” He said before kissing the top of her head.  

By the time Y/N got back, Sam was eating pizza, “bought your favourite.” He said while looking at her, he placed his finger of his mouth, telling her he could still hear them. She took a seat on the table next to Sam’s plate. “You think he can hear us?” Sam nodded.  

Y/N took out her phone “Did it work?” the texted him, “I don’t know.” Sam answered honestly.  He hung back in his chair. “I’m not sure about any of these treatments.” - “We’ll figure this out, together.” She pinched his shoulder before grabbing a plate from the kitchen.  

That night Y/N had a really vivid dream, for some reasons their experiments on Dean turned against them. His body shuts down, both she and Sam ran towards him but when they undid the trap and untied him from the chair, but then he hit Sam knock out on the floor before he choked the life out of her.  

By the time she woke up screaming Sam ran through the door. “Hey, hey you’re ok.” He hushed her, holding her in his arms. “I’m here, it was just a dream. Shh, I got you.” Y/N couldn’t hold back, in full panic she bursts into tears. “Oh, Sam it was awful!” - “It was just a dream Y/N.”  

Sam comforts her for a few hours before she heard his breath getting heavy. She looked up, seeing her best friend had fallen asleep while holding her. She tried to get out of his grip, but when she moved, he woke up. “What’s going on?” He asked sleepy. “Lay down, it’s more comfortably.” she whispered.  

Since he was still half asleep, she could push him against her pillow. Throwing an extra blanked over him. Way to short but it was the idea that counted. She placed her head back against Dean’s pillow. She could still smell his aftershave on it. Not long after they both fell asleep.  

Y/N woke up by the movement of her bed. She noticed how Sam got up, “Hey.” she said, her voice still sounding sleepy. “Morning. I’m going to check on Dean. Try to sleep some more.” His lips curled into a smile. 

She didn’t sleep anymore, she just thought how lucky she was she had Sam in this situation. No idea how he could keep his cool every time he had to go take care of Dean. Lucky how he didn’t make this into an awkward situation, just a friend helping another friend.  

“Y/N!” She heard Sam yell. “Yeah?” she got up and ran towards Sam, who met her halfway. “He is gone.” - “What? How?” - “I don’t know but he got out.” They both ran towards the control room where Dean stood waiting for them. Sam pushed Y/N behind him when he saw his brother. “You know seeing you two all cosy and cuddly in my bed made me realise something.”  

Dean’s eyes turned black. “I should have left you to rot with those vampires when I had the chance.” - “Y/N run, RUN.” Sam pushed her away. “Oh Sammy, do you really think you two are going to have a happy ending?” - “It’s nothing like that.” He tried to distract his brother so she could find a place to hide.  

“What? This isn’t like the last time? What was it you said again, Oh yeah: I don’t think about her like that.” Dean walked slowly closer to Sam, “I don’t care that you fucked her, each have our needs Sammy, no hard feelings.” Sam frowned at his brother. “Did she do that thing with her tongue? Feels good doesn't it.” He grinned, standing toe to toe with him now. “What?”  

Before Sam could say anything more, Dean had pushed him aside. When Sam got up, he immediately locket the bunker. Turning the lighting red. Dean broke a few doors trying to find Y/N again. Little did he know Y/N had been praying to Castiel. Who thankfully appeared and helped both her and Sam.  

--  

A little while later they managed to bring Dean back.  

He stood in the bathroom, hanging on the sink while looking at his reflection. He said he needed a shower to ‘clean up’ but really, he didn’t want to be around Y/N. He felt ashamed of what he did. The bathroom door opened, he saw her walking towards him, Dean quickly looked back in front of him.  

Y/N walked behind him. “How are you feeling?” She asked. “Good.” Was all he said.  She couldn’t hold back, she wrapped her arms around his torso. Placing her cheek between his shoulders, taking a deep breath, his warm and reliable smell filled her nose. “I missed you.” She admitted before giving him the space she knows he needed.  

“Y/N?” she turned back to him, “Where do you want me to sleep?” Y/N frowned her brows, “In our bed?” - “Are you sure.” - “Dean, I know we need to talk about... everything.” she took a deep breath, “I just hoped we could work this out.” - “Wait you... you still want me?” She smiled soft. “Just get to bed, we’ll talk then.” 

Dean felt nervous, not knowing how this conversation will go. He walked in the room noticing Y/N wasn’t there yet. “Hey, got us a beer.” She handed it to him while she got on bed sitting with her legs crossed. “Why are you so nice?” He blurred out. “I’m done fighting Dean.” He felt his chest getting heavy.  

After a silence Y/N spoke, “I think the most important question is. Do you still want this, us?” She looked at the beer bottle in her hand. “Me?” Dean now took a seat on the bed facing her. “I want nothing more. But I messed up, so if you don’t want to... I’d understand.”  

“I told you before I will always want you, but things need to be different from now on.” He listened to her. “I want you to talk to me before you make choices that affects us all. You talk to Sam or Cas about hunting but forget about me. I’m as much part of your life as them Dean.” He saw the tears shine in her eyes again.  

“All I wanted was to keep you safe, sweetheart.” She nodded rapidly, “I know, I really do, but you can’t. A few hours ago, you chased me through these halls, trying to kill me.” Hearing those words coming out of her mouth made Dean emotional.  

“And I don’t even care about what you did when you were a demon. You were not you, I know that, but you need to give me time to get over, seeing you, hearing her, realising that you...” A tear fell down his cheek. “I’m so, so sorry baby. I wish I could take it back. Undo a lot.”  

After a heart to heart, they agreed on telling each other everything. Talk more and give time to heal. She got up and softly kissed Dean’s lips. “My turn to shower.” She smiled wiping away the last few tears.  

Dean made himself comfortable in the bed waiting for her to come back. He heard Sam talking to her outside their room. “Are you guys ok? - “We will be, thanks Sam.” Y/N got inside noticed Dean waiting for her.  

She crawled in bed on her side, only to move closer to Dean, he lifted his arm around her while her cheek snuggled against his chest. Dean kissed her hair, scared of the question he was about to ask. “Sweetheart, I got to ask. You and Sam?”  

“You believed that?” - “I heard you kiss. Saw you in this bed.” - “I wanted to see if you were affected by that, see if we could bring a part of your humanity to the horizon. And he fell asleep in this bed when I had a nightmare.” Y/N lifted herself up a little. “Sam and I, we’re still just friends, part from one staged kiss, nothing happened.”  

She cupped his cheek, “Why do you keep worrying?” - “I left you, you saw me with another girl, but even before that we didn’t make love anymore.” Y/N sighs, I know. Her hand moved over his arm, “Was it just the mark?” - “I felt scared to be close to you. Scared I would black out and hurt you.”  

Y/N moved again, holding his face now in both hands, while her legs straddled him. “Baby, look at me. Mark or no mark, demon or not, you will never, ever physically hurt me. You could have, but you let Sam stall you.” She let her forehead touch his. “I trust you Dean.”  

His hands moved to her back, holding her while her lips found his. Unconsciously she grinded against his hips. In despair, needing to feel him. His lips travelled down to her neck. “Besides, who says I don’t like it a little rougher.” She breathed out, earning a soft moan coming from Dean’s lips.  

Turning her over to her back. Hovering over her.  

“Damn sweetheart. I missed you.”  

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I absolutely fucking loved this and I NEED MOOOOOOOOOORE! PLEASE WRITE MORE WITH HIM I GFJRIHFIHFKKHULB

Just got back into my supernatural phase and all I can think about at work right now is this man. Thank you and damn you! <3

Prompts: “Why are you staring at me?” “Because I think you’re beautiful.” and "Fingertips brushing hair from your face" Requested by: @russianbutchcrushing

Pairing: Cain x Gen!Neutral Reader

Triggers: Brief mentions of blood/injuries (not graphic)

Words: 2.7k

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000 Supernatural Taglist: @kaashi

*This is a total au insert from the show and does not really take place in any episode that actually happened. Because I haven't seen season 10, (Though I do know roughly what happens; I'm ignoring it lol) **I also don't know if he has the power of healing, so lets just go with it lol. ***This is my first time writing for Cain, just an fyi,

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After what you had heard about Cain from Dean, the last thing you expected was for him to show up at the bunker. But apparently that was exactly what happened according to Sam, who you just talked to on the phone.

You felt anxiety growing in your chest as you continued to head back to the bunker. Wondering what the Father of Murder was really like. From what Dean had said, he was soft spoken, but clearly powerful and could kill you in a second if he wanted.

The last anyone had heard from him was that after he killed all of Abaddon's demons at his home, he disappeared. You thought you wouldn't hear from him again until he called for Dean to use the blade on him. But the blade had not been found yet, so you weren't sure what he could possibly want.

After getting to the bunker, you entered slowly. You saw Sam and Dean leaning against the wall, Castiel standing on the other side of the room, and in the center was a tall man, somewhat long graying hair, whose eyes landed on you as you entered.

You could tell the air was thick with intensity and discomfort. Walking down the steps, you met his eyes briefly before looking over at the others. As you got to the ground floor and walked towards Sam and Dean, Dean cleared his throat "Cain, this is Y/n. Y/n, Cain."

You stopped and turned to the man, who was still staring at you. He seemed to be studying you quite closely as you took a step closer.

Your heart was pounding as you reached out your hand, he looked to your hand briefly and he seemed almost amused as he reached out as well. Shaking your hand "Pleasure to meet you, Y/n" He said your name slowly, making chills rise up your neck.

"And you. I've heard quite a lot." After pausing for a moment and sharing a glance with Sam and Dean you looked back at Cain "To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?"

Cain looked around the bunker for a few moments before sitting down in one of the chairs at the table "I got tired of wandering. And figured since Dean here, along with Crowley, robbed me of my home when he brought demons down on me, that the least he could do is offer me a place to stay for a while." He spoke with a casual tone but a hint of annoyance was under the surface.

"That seems fair to me." You blurted out, as Sam, Cass and Dean looked at you like you were crazy. You shrugged at them "It's better than him having come here to kill us all." You spoke honestly, but were surprised when you heard Cain chuckle.

You looked over at him to see him staring intently at you again, with a smile "I like you." He commented, and you felt yet another chill crawl up your spine, though, what you felt was not fear.

- - - - -

It had been a few days since Cain was in the bunker. You had gone in and out, and mostly stayed out of his way as you worked on a local case. He explored the bunker, reading and looked through the documents of the Men of Letters. And anytime you were in the same room, he would watch you closely. You were never sure how to act around him, so you tended to avoid him, occasionally giving him polite smile and small talk before you fled the room.

"I can't believe you are leaving me alone in the bunker with him!" You said with frustration into your phone as you pulled up to the bunker.

"It'll only be for a couple of days relax, just finish up your case and when you are at the bunker, hang out in your room, avoid him." Sam said, though you could hear the uncertainty in his voice.

You scoffed into the phone "Yeah, right, then I'll feel rude for purposefully avoiding him." You complained as you got out of your car and entered into the bunker. You looked around, and as you didn't see him, you felt a small sense of relief "I still don't forgive you for stealing my case either, I should be there too."

You could hear Sam let out a chuckle "You know it's not serious enough to require more than two people, and you were already on a case sooo."

"Soo, you stole it. So you better not screw it up. And! You better bring me back something from that bakery I told you about, since I don't get to go."

"Alright, alight, I will." Sam said amused on the other side "Bye."

"Bye." You said as you hung up. Throwing your bag on the table, you turned around, jumping back as you saw Cain standing behind you "Shit." You whispered out, as you tried to catch your breath.

Cain smiled lightly "I apologize for startling you."

You let out a breath as you straightened up "That's okay, it's fine." You could feel your awkwardness, so you turned and headed for the kitchen. Aware that he was still watching you. "Do you want some water while I'm getting some?" You called out, trying to be civil between your awkwardness.

"No, thank you." He replied as he entered into the kitchen "What was that I heard about Sam and Dean stealing something?"

You turned around and saw him watching you curiously "Uh, my case. I found a case a few towns over that I was going to take, but they went instead."

"Ah." He exclaimed quietly "A peculiar job, being a hunter. Always thought it was quite noble, yet also..." he trailed off.

"Stupid. Reckless. Crazy?" You filled in.

He smiled at you and nodded "Yes, more or less."

You smiled in amusement "Believe me, most of us are aware." You walked past him and headed back towards the dining room, as Cain followed not far behind.

"What was it that made you a hunter Y/n?" he asked curiously.

You paused and set down your water, thinking for a moment before you turned back towards him "The same thing that makes most people into hunters." He tilted his head slightly in silent wonder, you continued "We lose someone we love and we don't stop until we find out what did it. And then we learn that the monsters under our bed, and in our closets, are real. And our need for revenge turns into curiosity, and then once we get a taste of saving someone from the same fate, we can't stop."

Cain stared at you as you spoke, seeing the courage, pain and determination behind your eyes and in your words. He felt a familiar fondness growing that he thought he would never feel again. "You do it because it feels good to save people?"

"I do it because-" you paused for a moment before meeting his eyes "I do it because I know how much worse it feels doing nothing, to save people."

You and Cain kept eye contact for a moment before you looked away and cleared your throat "I'm going to make some food." You walked past him before turning back "Do you-" You hesitated "...Eat?"

He chuckled as he turned to meet you "Yes. I eat."

As you made a simple pasta dish, your every move was watched by Cain. You felt insecure and see-through at the same time. And as you ate, and made small talk with the Father of Murder, his eyes never seemed to leave your face. You tried to ignore it, but it started to weigh on you.

After putting the dishes away, you glanced at Cain, who was now flipping through your case file, that you had shown him after he asked about your most recent hunt.

"Quite interesting this." He said, as you walked back over "I would not have connected these unusual accidents to a supernatural being."

"Yeah, well, once you've seen it enough times, it's hard not too make the connection." You commented as you looked through your notebook.

Feeling a pair of eyes burning into you again, you looked up, meeting his blue eyes as he stared intently at you. And your curiosity finally won out "Why are you staring at me?"

You saw his lips twitch into an almost smile "Because I think you're beautiful." You felt as though your mouth froze shut as you were speechless. He continued "Does that surprise you?"

You managed to open your mouth and stutter out "W-well, yes. I- You've been staring at me constantly, but I, didn't know why, that's not the real reason, is it?." You seemed to refuse the idea and he chuckled.

"I was not aware it was so obvious, I apologize. But I assure you, I am no liar." He stared into your eyes as he smiled lightly at you.

You felt a slight panic flow through you as you were unsure of what to say or do. And as your phone rang, you quickly grabbed it, answering it and walking away, aware that Cain watched as you went. But not aware of the amused grin on his face as you did so.

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After your phone call, you stayed cooped up in your room, afraid to face Cain. You hated that you were surely being rude, but you were too afraid to face him again. The Father of Murder, the most powerful and dangerous man you've met since Lucifer, called you beautiful. Granted, you thought him very attractive as well, but to think he thought it back was astounding.

Early the next morning, after a very restless night's sleep, you snuck out of the bunker to finish your case. You finally got a lead on who it was you were hunting. A ghost desperate for revenge on those who had betrayed her.

And of course, like many cases go, you got hurt while finishing the job. The ghost had found you at her old house, burned to the ground, where you needed to find what was keeping her here. An old locket her parents buried on the property.

She had thrown you around, and nearly decapitated you with a pane of falling glass But, you managed to put her to rest. And as you painfully walked back into the bunker, you had forgotten about Cains presence all together until you spotted him as you entered.

Cain turned to look at you from his seat, and his eyes immediately noticed your disheveled appearance. The blood on your hands, the cut along your face, and the dirty clothes you donned, as well as the clear discomfort in your walk.

As he met your eyes, you hesitated for a second "Hello." You said awkwardly before heading towards your room.

Cain stood up "Wait." You paused and turned back to him "What happened to you?" He asked with concern that caught both of you off guard.

"Ghost." You answered quickly. "Uh, my case. I finished it, but not before I had a run in with her."

Cain stopped right in front of you as he looked down at your appearance, your hand gripped your side, meaning you must have hurt something internally, your ribs most likely. He felt his gut clench in an unfamiliar way as he seemed to feel a protective anger take over.

You stood still as you watched him slowly bring his hand up towards your face. Your breath seemed to hitch in your throat as he gingerly moved a strand of hair away from your face. His fingertips brushing ever so gently across your face as he tucked your hair behind your ear.

You met his eyes as he paused for a moment, before he gently touched your face, just beside your lips, where a cut was. You felt a small pulse as the cut healed under his touch.

"You don't have to do that." You said quietly as he began to reach for your bloodied hand.

Taking your hand in his, he held it in between both of his hands as he met your eyes "No, I don't. But I want too." He said simply as he healed your hand as well. His eyes flicked to your waist, still being held by your other arm. "Let me." He said simply as he grabbed your arm, pulling it away from your stomach.

You felt your heart racing as he gently rested his hand against your stomach. You felt the pain in your side disappear as he healed you again.

You shyly met his eyes and he smiled at you "It's the least I can do for the pleasant company you've provided."

Feeling a small wave of guilt pass through you, you gave him a shy smile "Including running away from you?"

He smiled lightly at you, knowing you were talking of he previous night when you left for a phone call, and never came back. "I did not blame you for fleeing Y/n. I could tell I caught you off guard with my comments. I apologize for making you uncomfortable."

"You didn't make me uncomfortable." You responded quickly "I just...wasn't expecting it, I guess. And I panicked."

He took a few steps away from you, turning away "You are afraid of me." He said, with obvious disappointment in his voice.

"What? No, I'm not afraid of you." You said with confusion.

He turned back to you with confusion lacing his own face "Why not?"

You let out a soft, yet sad chuckle "Do you want me to be afraid of you?"

"I do not want you to be. But you should be. I am the 'father of murder', the first murderer, the most dangerous demon in existence." He spoke with disdain in his voice as he ridiculed his own reputation.

"And I've met Lucifer himself." You spoke bluntly, as he turned to you with a look of mild surprise. "He killed my friends, tried to kill me more than once. I was afraid of him at first, but that fear turned to hatred. And You. You've never hurt me. You've even helped my friends. You've given me no reason to be afraid of you. So I'm not."

Cain stared at you with mild surprise before he felt a strong urge he hadn't felt in such a long time took over as he stared into your eyes. You stared at him with nothing but a familiar and kind gaze. No fear or apprehension, just kindness and acceptance.

Walking quickly towards you, he grabbed your face as he pulled you into a kiss, catching you off guard. Your hands raised, as you set them against his chest. Feeling yourself give in to the kiss, your hands slowly grabbed onto his shirt as he pulled you closer to him.

Pulling away from you, your eyes fluttered open and met his bright blue ones. "I apologize" he spoke in a soft whisper "I don't know what came over me. You just...you make me feel something I have not felt in a long time. Something I thought I would never feel again." He brought his hand up and gently pressed it against your cheek "I missed it."

You spoke quietly, still shocked from what had just happened, your hand still rested gently on his chest "It's alright. Though...I'm not really sure what to do now."

Cain smiled lightly, amused as he brought his hand up and grazed it along your face again as he seemed to admire your features before meeting your eyes again "That's alright. I do."

You watched him as he smiled before slowly leaning in again, and pressing his lips softly to your, hesitantly this time, and much gentler than before. As though, this time, he was asking.

For a moment your thoughts became crazed with what was really happening. And you couldn't help but wonder what Sam, Dean and Cass would do if they found out. Or surely, when, they found out. But when Cains arm gently wrapped around you, you felt those thoughts disappear, as you leaned into the gentle kiss, deepening it. Your mind was blank as you gave in to Cain's embrace.

xx End xx

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Demons Blood - Part 3

A/N: Hi everyone! This is part three! I kind of.. I don't know, this idea just kind of happened and it went well with the story so... I hope you like it!

Characters: Dean WInchester, Reader Y/N, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Bobby

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader

Warnings!: SPN storyline not followed, demons, mentions of Cain, MOC (You see where I'm goin-), blood, ANGSTTT, alcohol, arguing, violence, injury, scarring, betrayal, cursing (Let me know what if I missed anything!)

Summary: You were born a demon. You don't know why, but you have demon blood in your veins. Your dad left when you were young, and you've lived with Bobby ever since. Now, the Winchesters are living with you. Everything was getting better until secrets started being kept. After investigation, you discover a heart-breaking truth that shatters your trust in your new-found family.

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"Y/N, it's almost noon. Get your ass up." Sam scolded, tearing the blankets from her body. She groaned and rolled onto her belly, burying her face into the safety of her pillow.

Sam rolled his eyes and grabbed her ankles, slowly tugging her to the edge of the bed. She whined, flipping over and kicking the giant away. "Okay, okay! I'm up!"

After getting ready for the day, Sam entered her room and urged her out into the dining room. "Sammm! What is your issue!" Her protests filled the dark room and she gave the young Winchester an annoyed look. "Scare me and I'll hurt you."

"Surprise!" The small group shouted as Sam turned the lights on. Shock mounted her features, a gasp escaping from her now parted lips.

Castiel, Bobby, Sam, and Dean- Dean? She gave an awkward laugh and scratched the back of her head. "What's this for? My birthday was like a week ago."

"You really thought we wouldn't celebrate? C'mon! You're the baby of the family!" Bobby boomed, excitement full in his voice. She rolled her eyes and accepted the hug he was now offering her, "Sam is only two years older than me, I'm not a baby!"

After opening the couple of gifts she got, now owning a random rock record and a new pair of fluffy slippers, Bobby and Sam went to get cake from a nearby store.

Dean cleared his throat and gestured towards the record, "You're gonna love it. Swear." She laughed and nodded, "Yeah, I probably won't." The two laughed for a moment, a comfortable silence settling after.

"I'm sorry." The man stated, and her face contorted in response. "For being a dick, y'know. Pokin' fun at you since you were like, what, seven?" She laughed and nodded. "Yeah, it's alright."

The silence filled the room again, a bit more awkward than before. "Dean?" She questioned and he glanced over at her. "Thank you." He raised a brow, taking a swig of his beer before responding, "I mean yeah, you deserve an apology-" She interrupted, shaking her head slightly. "No Dean, thank you for this. For.. For celebrating this, celebrating me. And for the apology, but.." Her voice trailed off, a small, content smile on her lips.

"I get it." He finished for her. She glanced up at him, studying his features. His lips mirrored the smile she had, barely noticeable wrinkles forming around his eyes. He had beautiful green eyes, the vibrant color rivaling even the fullest of forests.

He cleared his throat, a new, teasing grin on his lips. "A photo would last longer." She let out a breath and bit her lip. "Sorry," Was all she could say before he got up and walked towards her, tilting her head up with his thumb.

Her face blossomed with red, the rose color filling her cheeks. He smiled and leaned down, his lips gently brushing against hers. She leaned up and completed the kiss.

It was a brief moment where it was just them, only the sound of their heartbeats and quiet breathing in the room. He smiled into the kiss and her hand cupped his cheek. It was so.. simple, yet so passionate.

Then the sounds of Bobby's boots slammed down against the front porch outside and Dean quickly pulled away. Bobby and Sam entered with a big vanilla cake.

Sam looked at the two of them, Dean was now leaning against the table and Y/N was staring at her feet, which were now engulfed in the pastel pink slippers Sam had gifted her.

"Did we interrupt something?" Sam prodded while Bobby was distracted, preparing the dessert. "No, we were just talking." Dean said quickly, a small glance her way. She nodded in agreement, a bit confused as to why Dean was so secretive.

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Sam had just gotten done lecturing her about the case. "You have to stay in the car. It could be dangerous. It's only gonna be Dean and Bobby going in. You and I stay in the car." She agreed and he eventually left her alone.

It's been a few weeks since the incident between you and the older Winchester. Dean hadn't really spoken to her, and everyone around her was acting strange, especially when it came to the topic of him.

A few hours later they came to a stop at the side of the road. She went to get out but Sam grabbed her wrist, pulling her back into her seat. He was sitting in the back with her so Bobby could have the passenger seat. She rolled her eyes, "Right, alright." She muttered.

After what felt like hours, Dean and Bobby finally returned to the car. "It only took you guys forever. What the hell was that about?" She complained and Bobby immediately turned to her, "Don't start. I don't wanna hear any of your bitchin' right now." He spat at her.

Her face dropped, her breaths quickly turning a bit more shallow. He never raised his voice at her before and he's certainly never cussed at her either. She bit her lip and nodded, unwarranted tears bubbling up in her eyes.

Sam placed his hand on her knee and gave it a gentle squeeze. She turned and gave him a weary smile. Resting her head on his shoulder, her slung his arm around hers.

He always knew when she needed him. When she needed a place to vent, someone to talk to and a shoulder to cry on. He would fulfill that role until his last breath, for as long as she needed him.

For as long as she let him.

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"You can tell they're acting different, right? They're being such dicks! They are obviously hiding something, and they take it out on me." She exclaimed, waving her hands as she spoke to accentuate her point.

Castiel nodded slowly, digesting her words carefully as he tried to come up with a conclusion. "Maybe they stopped liking you." He stated blankly.

"Cas!" She griped and he apologized, "Maybe they are hiding something?" She rolled her eyes and stood up, patting his shoulder as she began to leave the room, "I already know that Cas."

She walked out to the junk yard, the brothers chatting while Dean tinkered with a car. She cleared her throat to announce herself and she noticed how quickly they stirred. Both of them abruptly stopped talking, panic glistening in their eyes. She also noticed how quickly Dean shoved his sleeves down.

What are you two hiding? She wondered.

"Hi boys, hows it goin'?" She asked in a playful tone, quickly earning a glare from Dean. "Y/N, go back inside." Sam ordered with a stern look. She just flipped her hair and rolled her eyes. "C'mon guys, we haven't hung out in forever! Why can't I-"

Deans body quickly became nearly flush with hers, causing her to stumble back a bit. "Get your ass back inside. Now." He demanded, his eyes seeming darker than usual. Y/N was about to speak but Dean pushed her back, snarling down at her. "Go, or I'll drag your ass back inside myself."

She swallowed hard and glared back up at him. "Fine, dick." She turned on her heel and went to storm off, but he quickly grabbed her shoulder and forced her to face him.

"Remember your fuckin' place, Demon."

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"They're gonna kill you." She said as the vessel tied her up. Her wrists were bound so tight, she could feel the circulation cut off. "I highly doubt it, sweetheart." He taunted, kicking her feet to force her legs up. He began tying her ankles and she groaned.

"Don't call me that or I'll kill you myself." She retorted and he quickly pulled a dagger out of his pocket, standing up and kicking her legs flat on the ground. He stepped on her knee and she shouted out in pain, but was quickly silenced when he grabbed her face.

He snickered down at her, tracing the blade carefully up her throat. He then sliced a deep line back down, a scream of agony echoing in the room. "I'd keep your mouth shut, sweetheart."

"She told you not to call her that." A voice stated before the man's throat was cut, blood instantly pooling out of it. Her jaw hung loosely as the body dropped to the floor, another demon quickly appearing behind him.

He threw it to the wall, charging over and tossing it to the ground. The Winchester got down on top of it and slammed his blade to the ground, cleanly slicing the vessel's head off.

"Dean?-" She breathed out and he got up off the ground, staring down at his work for a moment. He then turned and sliced her bindings free. She paused for a moment, examining the knife he was holding.

"Are those teeth?" She questioned, but Dean just grabbed her and practically dragged her out of the room by the arm. When they entered the living room of the house she was appalled by the amount of bodies on the ground.

"Y/N!" Sam yelled urgently, quickly waving Castiel over. When they reached her, she finally pulled her eyes away from the scattered corpses. "Th-" She tried to speak, but she coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Castiels hand quickly wrapped around her throat and healed her, making her a bit woozy. Sam picked her up, whispering something incoherent in her ear before they made their way to the Impala.

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Y/N pondered by the doorway, watching Bobby study a book at the table. He looked up and saw her, nervously biting her cheek and zoning out.

"Hey kiddo, what's up?" He asked, setting his book down and motioning for her to sit down. She pulled out a chair and sat in front of him.

She let out a deep sigh before asking, "Bobby, be honest with me. What's wrong with Dean?" Bobby shook his head, his expression turning grim. "Nothing you needa worry about." He insisted.

"Bobby, he slaughtered a group of demons! Nearly mutilated them! You're telling me that I don't need to worry about that?" She sounded exasperated, begging for him to open up. She was so frustrated with everyone keeping secrets from her.

"He is going through a hard time right now. We are working on fixing it, but you need to stay out of it. I don't want to put you in danger." Bobby said with a stern voice, but a slight tremble laced his words.

"Bobby, listen to me," She pleaded "He has been getting aggressive with me. Yelling, cursing, shoving. If I do not know what is going on, he will be the danger."

Bobby sighed, "Dammit, Y/N." He said as he flicked his head to the side, proceeding to shake it.

"Bobby, please.."

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"How could you! You fucking liars!" She stormed into the younger Winchester's bedroom. Dean's eyebrows raised and he turned to his brother. "Woah, woah, calm down-" Sam started but she screamed over him.

"You all fucking lied to me!" She inhaled, an insane look in her eyes. Streams were flowing down her flushed cheeks and her fists were balled so tight her knuckles were white.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" Cas said, approaching her cautiously. "Did you know he was a demon?" She spat out quickly, an audible "Fuck.." leaving Sam's lips.

Castiels face molded into confusion, a flicker of disbelief in his eyes. "Dean?" He asked quietly, now standing next to Y/N.

"Look, we couldn't tell you-" He began, but she interrupted. "No. No, this is not fair!" She screamed, her voice echoing through the walls. "You have tormented me my whole life. My whole fucking life, Dean!"

She was slowly approaching him now, rage pooling in her eyes and sliding down her cheeks. He slowly stepped back, Sam now trying to calm her down. She silenced him quickly with a shout, "Shut up, Samuel!"

"You- You are a fucking monster!" She hollered. Dean tried to explain himself but she couldn't bear to listen to another word out of his mouth. She reached up and slapped him so hard it made her palm sting. He took it. He understood why she was so enraged.

She tried to unleash more of her wrath, but she was so overwhelmed. Her breath was rapid and her body grew warm. She began walking backwards before she collapsed, sobbing into her hands.

Castiel and Sam quickly fell to the floor next to her, doing their best to comfort her as she fell apart.

How could they do this to me?

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I know...

I've been working on this since like noon and it's almost 7:00pm. oop.. I mean that's not that bad. I hope you guys liked this! I tried really hard to PUSH the emotions so let me know if its too much.

I hope you enjoyed!

Feel free to reblog, like and comment <3

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Some Old Favorites

I was reminiscing, looking back through my masterlists, and I wanted to reshare some smutty fics. They didn’t get a lot of love back in the day because I didn’t have many readers yet. Some of you have found them and loved to read them as much as I loved to write them. But I wanted to share them with some of my new friends/followers too. Happy Reading!

DC Comics:

Two Hoods, One Revenge: The reader has nightmares of the day that turned her into a vigilante. Jason helps her keep them at bay; first with soothing words, then with something more hot and heavy.

Hickey Victory: Dick gets his hands on a marshmallow gun… but he forgets about your nerf gun stash. Shenanigans occur.

A Night at the Theater: A mission demands the public appearance of Bruce Wayne and yourself at a theater. The mission is quickly put to rest, which leaves you plenty of time to appreciate your husband during intermission.

A Nightly Affair: Nightwing keeps mistaking your apartment for his and you two grow very close. Very. Close. So close as to put you in danger, unless Nightwing can find you first. [Series Masterlist]

Marvel:

In the Eye of the Beholder: Part 1 | Part 2 : The reader gives an unexpected lap dance. Bucky approves.

All in a Night’s Work: The reader come face to face with the sniper that has been evading them for years. When things don’t go according to plan, Loki distracts them till they can get some much-needed rest.

Dirty Lips: When Y/N introduces a swear jar to the team, Steve takes it upon himself to fill it all by himself.

To Love the Sea: Y/N is the daughter of a sea-side innkeeper. The area is known for its draw for pirates, but one pirate is feared above all others: Captain Loki. He offers to take her on adventures; is she willing to take the plunge? [Series Masterlist]

Supernatural:

The Pointy End: You are research headquarters at the bunker while Dean, Sam, and occasionally Cas, are on cases. Dean comes home to you after a very long case, with a surprise. (My very first fic!)

Deep in the Archives: Sam takes the reader to a rare books library while they look for a spell book not at the bunker. The reader is focused on the task, but Sam’s roaming hands are a distraction.

Satisfied: An imagine of Castiel using his grace on you.

SPN History Challenge: A Werewolf in Whitechapel:  The Winchesters and the reader go to London during the Whitechapel murders, also known as the Jack the Ripper murders, with the theory that the perpetrator is not human. They are correct, but when the killings don’t stop, the team has to retrace their steps and riddle out what stone they left unturned. Written for @kittenofdoomage and @saxxxology-main  SPN History Challenge.

Boxer!Dean AU: Consequences: Y/N gets dragged to a boxing match by her friends where she meets Dean  “Raisin’ Cain” Winchester, a boxer who is forced to win or lose depending on how much money his bosses want to make in matches. Can their combined effort break the fixed boxing ring?  [Series Masterlist] (No smut, but still a favorite)

Wrestling Fics:

Chiffon in the Streets, Lace in the Sheets: The reader and Elias are newly married and ready to enjoy their first night as man and wife, but a few things get in the way first. (WWE)

Dangerous: After defending herself at a bar, Y/N impresses the dark figure sitting in the corner booth. Prince Devitt further impresses her. One thing leads to another, and she welcomes knowing him better. (NJPW)

A Reflection of Us: The reader gets a slight injury in a match. Roman takes his time making sure the reader is safe but very satisfied. (WWE)

Troublemaker: The reader ran off with something belonging to Kenny Omega. He makes sure she pays for it. (NJPW/AEW)

Doubt Comes In: While Rosemary battles Su Yung in the Underworld, Y/N meets and welcomes a new face to TNA. But two battles are raging instead of one. If Y/N is victorious, can she settle the insecurities in Rosemary’s mind? (Answered request) (TNA)

Sister in Arms: Finn can’t seem to shake the effects of his feud with Bray Wyatt, so an old friend comes to help. Then Y/N finds herself battling on two fronts: in the ring and in her mind.  [Series Masterlist] (WWE)

[daughterofcain-67]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖊 : 𝖕𝖙1

(MOC!Dean Winchester x Female Reader)

(Raised in Blood Masterlist)

(The Curse Masterlist)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: it had been several months since you left Sam and Dean behind in the bunker and Dean has had enough of the mark on his arm. Luckily for him, Dean has a brother who is willing to help him find a way to get rid of the Mark of Cain, but there are only so many leads and who’s to say that all methods out there are useful?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: spn level violence, gore which may be graphic for some audiences, an addition of characters that are not in the show

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is a sequel to the Raised in Blood series, masterlist is linked at the top. In order to understand some of the references to the reader’s past and her relationship with Dean it would be advisable to read the first story. Hope you all enjoy! ❤️

Previously…

“So, Y/N… Why don’t you stay with us for a while? Get some rest and get used to this new body of yours?” Sam asked.

“Sam…” Dean said in a solemn tone.

“Oh.. right. I’ll leave you two to uh.. I’ve gotta go umm… I’ve got a thing.” Sam said as he awkwardly left, and you gave Sam a little grin.

You looked up at Dean and he cautiously stepped closer to you.

“You aren’t staying.. are you?” Dean asked softly.

“You know that I can’t…”

“Y/N, those things I said.. None of that was all me. Being a demon changed almost everything about me. Honestly I don’t even think before I turned you and I even had a chance to really learn about each other.”

“Then how much of it really was you, Dean? Tell me? Was it the sleeping around with other girls? Was it the anger you felt when I was trying to look out for you? What was it?”

“That night in the hotel between us was real… the moments before the battle with Metatron were real when you were telling me about what the mark would do to me, those were real. When I thanked you for staying when Sam and I were split up, that was real.”

You shook your head. “It may have been real for a moment. But like you said, you and I didn’t have the time to really learn. All of this has been nothing but a scrambled mess and there was nothing solid for us.”

“If you go out there, it will be a lot more dangerous. You’re human now and there’s a lot more than just the First Blade that can kill you now.” Dean said, and you could detect the very same thing that he argued with you about - worry.

“Dean? I’ll be okay. I’ve had several centuries if not millennia of experience in combat. Plus I have this.” You said and you held out your arm. “You know it won’t let me die.”

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Dean felt like his arm was being engulfed in flames. For the past several months since you've been gone it had felt as if the mark on his arm had been enraged - as odd as that may even sound.

Although, he had been trying to keep his irritability intact, and trying even harder not to fall into that dark path again. He knew he couldn't afford to become a demon once again and he didn't want to become a monster that kills people without a second thought. Not after he'd been down that road once already.

Dean was sitting down at one of the several tables in the library drinking a glass of whisky neat while Sam claimed he was running off doing some errand with Castiel.

Dean wasn't exactly sure what the two of them planned on doing but whatever it was, he knew they were at least trying to help Dean finally get the mark off his arm. He couldn't take it anymore, not after what he did to those men that almost hurt Claire. It made Dean sick to even think about what they could've done. A part of him delighted in the thought of ripping them to shreds all over again but as soon as those dreadful memories started to come back, the more guilty Dean began to feel and the more desperate he became to be rid of the curse.

As he lifted the glass up to his lips he finally heard a door open, only to hear the sound of the most annoying, aggravating voice he'd ever heard.

"What makes you think I'll ever help you after you imprisoned me?! You and the angel are both crazy!"

"Metatron?" Dean grumbled under his breath but rather than going over to Sam to confront him, he just watched as his little brother took him down to the dungeon they had there in the bunker.

As Dean listened to the way that God-forsaken angel grumble and complain, Dean started to remember the last fight he had before he became a demon. He remembered the adrenaline coursing in his blood, the determination he had to gut the bastard until his insides were on the outside.

He remembered being so close to finally killing the bastard only for the blade Metatron had to go through his chest. And the very second that happened, everything began to change.

Before his mind could dwell too much on that transformation, he heard his phone buzz while it was on top of the table just for Sam's name to show up.

SW: You may wanna come in here if you want to help me find answers.

Dean had to admit, he was a little astonished that Sam even wanted Dean to help with the interrogation. Even then, Dean knew Sam wouldn't let him take things too far. All Dean could do was hope he wouldn't take things too far in the first place, but when it came to someone like Metatron, there were no promises to be made.

Dean got up from his chair, downed the last if the whiskey in the glass before he set it back down on the table and started making his way down to the dungeon.

Sure enough, Metatron was still babbling on about his bullshit on how he was guessing was a demon, wanting to know if he had finally snapped - which the answer to all of those questions were a simple 'yes' whether Dean wanted to admit it or not.

But when Dean finally made his appearance, he saw the baffled look on Metatron's face. The initial reaction was nearly worth all the Hell Dean had been through with this whole ordeal... almost.

"So... you found your way back to the land of the living... well isn't that a bitch." Metatron finally said as he looked over at Sam.

"How'd you manage to pull that off? Did you actually get your hands a little dirty for once instead of making Dean the black sheep of your little family?"

"You know what forget the mark and kill him now." Dean grumbled, not even wanting Metatron to be the one that helped him. There was no way he'd be that cooperative anyway.

"Oh man.. he must really be a mess. Who knew the mark was so toxic?" Metatron said before cutting himself off.

"Actually, maybe I did. But nobody likes a spoiler in a story." He continued and Dean couldn't help but roll his eyes as Sam started to talk.

"Yeah so how do we get it off?"

"What? No more social hour? Come on, I've just been out of prison where no one would talk to me. Maybe I have more to say than you think."

"Well we're not here for socializing so we're moving on to the next part of the agenda." Sam continued on.

"That part would be us asking the questions, you give us the answers, unless you'd rather do things the hard way where I beat the answers out of you." Dean glared.

"What makes you assume I won't help you right away? Don't tell me you're truly that easy to antagonize now. Are you really that irritable with all of this? Gosh that mark is probably going to own you sooner rather than later if you keep that up." Metatron continued then he looked up at Dean and gave him a knowing, sly and nearly malicious smile.

"Imagine how agonizing it must be without its other half."

Somehow Dean knew exactly what this angelic son of a bitch was referring to and with two mighty stomps and a large hand suddenly around Metatron's throat he spoke, "You leave her name or any implication of her out of your damned mouth before I carve out your tongue."

"You do that, and you'll never know how to get that mark off your arm."

"Then spit it out already. It's not like it's that much of a pleasure keeping you down here." Sam said.

"Speak for yourself Sammy. I'd love to let him rot." Dean said and removed his hand from the angel's throat.

"Okay than..." Metatron cleared his throat to the best of his ability.

"Well.. the first thing you need is going to be an old friend of yours. And that would be the one, and the only, First Blade."

Dean heard the two final words that came out of Metatron's mouth, and it was like the mark began to pulse on his arm just at the mention of the name. Dean's hand slowly formed a fist and he could practically feel the familiar touch of the blade's handle as if he truly had a grip on it, then he looked at Metatron.

"As I said before... isn't life a bitch?"

"Son of a bitch..." Dean muttered as he walked out of the dungeon.

Sam watched Dean turn on his heel and walk out before he glared at Metatron.

"That's all you can tell us? The only thing you can come up with?" Sam asked and Metatron gave an 'innocent' little shrug.

"It's all you're getting out of me for the time being."

Sam's jaw tightened before he got up from the table he'd been sitting on and he followed Dean out of the dungeon, slamming the door behind him.

"I thought you and Castiel said you had an idea of how to get the mark off. And you brought Metatron? Didn't you tell me Y/N told you something that could help? There's no way in the darkest part of Hell that she'd suggest this bullshit." Dean said.

"If you hadn't let her go then we would've been a Hell of a lot further in looking into her lead but as of right now there have been no leads on the Book of the Damned she was talking about. Metatron is the best we've got and even then his plan is a terrible idea." Sam retorted.

Dean went quiet for a moment, brows knitting together as the mark on his arm pulsed in anger yet again and felt like it was burning all over again at the thought of letting you just leave. He wanted so badly for you to stay but he knew you had your reasons. He just hated that it felt like he hadn't tried hard enough to make you stay.

Then there was the matter of the First Blade. He knew it was more than just a 'bad idea' for him to wield that weapon again. Especially when he killed several men practically the first chance he got when he was left alone.

"Don't tell me you're actually giving the Frist Blade a legitimate thought. You know it's horrible and you can't be trusted with it!"

"I'm not saying I have to use it or that I need to be in any kind of contact with it, but what if this is the shot we need to take? Yeah, Metatron can be a lying son of a bitch, but if we can't even find a single lead on the Book of the Damned then this might just be the next best thing we can come up with." Dean tried to explain while Sam ran a large hand through his hair.

"How can we know whether or not this will actually work? We don't even know what he wants us to do with the damned thing."

"So for now we just play it safe, alright? We obtain the blade, you don't tell me where it is, we learn the spells and that's that. We don't even know if I even need to touch it."

"Wait a minute wait a minute, what if this is really the mark trying to get you to get a hold of it again? How do you know it doesn't have a stronger hold again?" Sam asked, the skepticism evident in his tone.

"It's not the mark, and no I don't trust anything about this Sam but this is the best thing we can come up with right now."

"No it isn't." Sam said and Dean turned around for a moment.

"I'm not doing that and you know it."

"Why the Hell not? Maybe she's had more luck on finding the book than we have and we can get you safely out of this mess without the blade!"

"I'm not calling Y/N - that's final."

There were terrified screams all around you, tortured voices of men, women and children all crying out in agony. There was red everywhere as you walked around your surroundings. The boots you wore were sticky with blood as a result of each step you took. The metallic smell invaded your senses and yet you didn't have much of a reaction. You'd grown accustomed to the aroma of death all your life and this was just the beginning.

"M-Mama, I'm scared. Mama, please, w-wake up!" a little boy, not much older than you said with tears in his eyes as he gripped tightly onto the collar of his mother's dress.

You walked over to the boy and he must've seen your shadow. He slowly turned around and you could see the fear in his eyes.

"Y-You.. You're just a girl."

"Don't worry... you'll get to be with your Mama soon enough." You said and you pulled a knife from the pocket of your blood-soaked dress.

When the boy tried to run, your demonic speed allowed you to speed up and appear in front of him and you slashed his throat without giving him a second to blink. You could still feel his last breath brush your cheek as he tried to gasp for air before he fell to the ground.

You turned around and looked up as a demon with fiery red hair walked up to you. Her eyes black as onyx and lips as red as crimson tugged upward into a smile, a sickeningly prideful one at that.

"Well done, Y/N. You've passed this exam. Once you return home we'll begin the next steps in your training." Abaddon said.

Your mother stepped behind you and placed her hands on your shoulders before turning you around so you could see your reflection in one of the windows that somehow remained intact after all the chaos you'd spread.

The reflection showed a little girl who's eyes were glowing red yet there was no expression on the little girl's face. Her dress was once white and it had been stained in various shades of red. In her hand, there was a knife and on her arm, there was a cursed mark that the girl had been cursed to bare since birth, the same mark her father was cursed with by God himself. The blood was spattered on her face and yet it seemed to be another ordinary day for this girl without a soul.

"To this day, no one truly knows what really happened to the people who disappeared on Roanoke Island."

You blinked once or twice as the voice brought you out of your trance and you suddenly felt a wave of nausea hit you. The tour was over anyway so you rushed off to the nearest bathroom and locked yourself in one of the stalls.

Once your stomach contents were emptied, you slowly rose back up and wiped your lip with a Kleenex tissue from the packet you had stored in your pocket. You were glad you were at least prepared, but you hadn't anticipated something like this happening.

You were visiting the place where your first exam took place. Apparently, it was currently known as Dare County, off the North Carolina coast.

You weren't sure why you thought visiting such a morbid place was such a good idea for you. You hadn't expected the impact of the memories to hit you the way that it had. Then again, you were still trying to grow accustomed to human emotion now that you were no longer a demon thanks to the Winchesters.

You tossed the Kleenex into the bowl and flushed before exiting the stall to clean yourself up. The sickening feeling never left you though.

Now that you were visiting this place once more, you could almost hear all of the voices and the screams again. You could even remember that little boy's expression before he died.

Being human sucked, now that you know what guilt felt like. It didn't help that you were beginning to learn the emotional aspects of what trauma could do to a person. Abaddon truly was a monster for raising a child the way she did.

You were nearly glad Dean was the one that killed her. If it had been you, the result may have been more disastrous.

Once you had washed your hands and your mouth, you took some gum you had in your pocket and placed a piece in your mouth before tossing the trash away and you made your way outside.

"Hey there, you alright?"

A voice startled you, causing you to glance over. Upon seeing an ordinary looking man, you calmed down a little. He seemed to be in his late twenties, maybe early thirties but not likely.

He was tall, had short dark hair and deep brown eyes that seemed to be filled with some sort of concern. Although you thought he looked familiar... maybe he was a part of the tour you were just on.

"I'm fine, thank you." You finally answered and you saw a small grin appear on his face.

"Here, let me get you some water or something from one of the vending machines. You look kinda pale, maybe some hydration will help."

Your brow arched upward. You had to admit you were still trying to get used to the kindness some humans seemed to show. Nevertheless, you decided to take this stranger up on his offer. Anything was better than the current taste in your mouth despite the spearmint gum you were chewing.

"Sure. Thank you." You followed this man to a nearby vending machine and he grabbed a dollar bill, inserted it into the machine and once he selected a water bottle he grabbed it from the dispenser and handed it over to you.

"Thank you again.. umm...."

"Ab- uh... Abe."

"Frog in your throat there, Abe?" You asked with an arched brow and he simply smiled at you, broader than the smile from before. Then you saw something in his eyes.

His gaze seemed warm but they looked as if they held so many secrets from literal eons ago. He may have looked young physically, but there was definitely something about him that was ancient, seemingly as old as time.

"Take a walk with me. It's getting too crowded here." Even though this felt more like a demand rather than an invitation, you didn't quite feel threatened by this man. So you followed him outside so the two of you could take your stroll and you drank some of the water he'd bought for you.

"So, what brings you to this part of town? I don't think I've seen you around here." Abe asked.

"Oh, um... I'm taking a bit of a road trip and I have a bit of a n interest in history and this mystery has always fascinated me." You said, trying to come up with something on the spot wasn't always easy but you hoped he'd leave it at that.

Shockingly, all he did was hum before he started to speak again.

"There have been a lot of theories about what may have occurred in Roanoke. I think one of the more hilarious theories is the involvement of extraterrestrial beings." He spoke, holding up the conversation.

"You're not one to believe in aliens?"

"I didn't say that. I believe God has a creative, even imaginative mind. I'm sure He grew curious as to what other intelligent life He could make worship Him even if they aren't in His likeness. But no, I know His other creations haven't come to meddle in the matters of Earth back then."

Okay, this conversation was beginning to take a weird turn. Abe started to speak as if he knew the All Father and it was a little unsettling. Had you come across an angel? This couldn't be a safe situation considering you had been nothing but a demon up until this point.

"Look, I know you angels aren't fond of demons, especially since the Winchesters foiled the plans of the End Times, but I've done my best to keep out of your mess for centuries." You stated, prepared to get onto the defensive. Yet all Abe did was let out a chuckle.

"You know very little despite living for a long time, Y/N." Your eyes widened for a moment. You didn't recall ever giving Abe your name in response, so how did he know who you were?

"Who are you?" You asked warily.

Abe glanced down at you r arm and you watched as his gaze seemed to soften, "Someone who should be the one carrying your curse."

Your brows narrowed with confusion but the man looked at you again and he took a gentle hold of your hand before lifting your arm up to him as if to get a better look.

"May I?" His tone was shockingly soft and you had a feeling you might've known who this was, yet you didn't want to admit it for yourself. Instead, you just nodded and he let his fingers graze over the mark your family shared.

Your arm tensed and you nearly hissed in pain as the skin burned with sensitivity, "Relax, I'm not here to harm you."

You looked at Abe again and you slowly began to relax. As you continued to observe, Abe closed his eyes and you could tell his shoulders were tensing up a little and when he opened his eyes again, you could see the white glow in his eyes, the same as any other angel.

"A child should never have had to gone through what you did. A child like you should never have been brought into this world for such malicious intensions. Your father would never had stood for this, only because he knows what a curse this is to begin with. He would never want such a thing passed on to anyone with his blood." The glow in his eyes dissipated once more.

"I'll ask again, who are you?"

Abe let out a scoff before he lifted his hand, placing his palm on your forehead, then you began to see something you hadn't anticipated.

"Abel, what are you doing?" A man with black hair and pure blue eyes asked while he walked towards another man at the altar.

Abel was bowing down, muttering a prayer, ignoring his brother's question as he continued his form of worship.

"Abel, this is Blasphemy and you know it. You know God could kill you for this! Look at what He did to Mother and Father because of their disobedience!" Cain reached down and pulled Abel up from his worship and Abel glared at Cain.

"Must you interrupt everything I do, Brother? This is an important meeting! I can get us back into Eden!"

"Ahh, this must be the brother Cain you were speaking of, Dear Abel."

Cain's eyes widened as he heard the voice. It was the same voice his mother Eve had heard hen being tempted to eat the forbidden fruit. The same voice Adam and Eve both had warned their children to ignore.

"Abel this is madness. It was because of Lucifer that we they were cast out! The very reason why we never got to see the Garden and more than likely never will!" Cain tried to reason.

"Cain, I'm far from seeing the garden. I'm far from God's grace as it is. Let me do something to help the three of you go back to where you were always meant to be."

"Abel this is wrong. Turn back from this path. This is your very soul you're talking about! Are you really accepting that you could be cast down with the other angels that fell from Grace?"

"You brother is right, Abel. You will never get into Paradise; you're practically leaving all of your family behind. You'll belong to me for all of Eternity." Lucifer interjected.

Then an idea appeared in Cain's mind. He knew Abel was the favorite of the family. Most even believed Abel was God's favorite. He deserved to go into Paradise.

"Lucifer, let me offer myself in my brother's place. He's young and knows not the mistake he's making by even meeting with you at an alter built for God." Cain began and Abel shoved Cain's shoulder.

"What do you think you're doing? You're going to ruin everything!"

"Lucifer, please. He's a boy and doesn't deserve an eternal damnation. Take me in his place and find a way to get Abel into Heaven instead." Cain bargained.

There were a few moments of eerie silence before Lucifer spoke again.

"I'll accept this bargain. However there will need to be bloodshed." Lucifer finally spoke.

"You must be the one that send your brother into Heaven yourself."

Abel's stomach sank down to his feet at the words. What had he done? Maybe Cain was right? He should have never summoned Lucifer in the first place, and now not only would Abel have to die, but his own brother would have to kill him only to go to Hell for something Abel brought into this world.

"No, I can't be the one to do this." Cain said.

"If not, then an illness will kill him during the evening anyway and Abel will go to Hell despite your plea." Lucifer threatened.

Cain and Abel exchanged glances but Abel was the first to look away, "You don't have to do this. I've brought this upon myself."

"I have to. You deserve to be in Heaven with Mother and Father once they go. You had good intentions even if executed poorly." Cain spoke solemnly before the older brother looked at the reddened flames that personified Lucifer.

"I accept." Cain finally replied.

With that, the reddened flames parted to reveal the skull of a donkey, "Take the bones and manufacture a weapon of choice. This will be used to kill your brother."

Cain swallowed harshly before he walked to the alter and took the bones. He took the jaw bone then he got to work.

He took the jaw bone fragment and a rock to sharpen it the best that he could by grinding the rock against the bone, an attempt to sharpen it, hoping it would speed the process of Abel's death so he wouldn't feel so much pain. After that, Cain took the leather belt from around his waist and wrapped around the section of bone that would serve to be the handle.

Thus.. the First Blade had been created.

With a heavy heart, Cain stood up and he looked at his brother. Abel's jaw was clenched as he tried to put on a brave face.

"I'm sorry to do this, Brother.. but it's for your own good." Cain said and Abel held up a hand to pause Cain from speaking further.

"I've already said I've brought this upon myself. Though you should not be the one going to Hell for this." Abel continued and Cain gripped the handle of the new weapon.

"What's done is done, Abel. Once Mother and Father make it to Heaven.. let them know how much I'll miss them. They won't forgive me for what I'm about to do." Cain said and Abel gave Cain a saddened smile.

"Maybe not... But I do. And you'll need to learn to forgive yourself." Abel said and he walked over to Cain. He lifted his brother's hand that was holding the weapon and pulled it up to his chest.

"I'll explain my mistake once they arrive. Now please, if I'm not going to see the sun rise tomorrow, I'd rather it be by your hand." Abel insisted and Cain looked at his younger brother.

"Please.. close your eyes. I don't think I can do this if they're open." Cain insisted.

Then, with a nod, Abel's eyes closed and Cain plunged the weapon into Abel's chest. Abel let out a hiss in pain and gripped his brother's shoulder so tightly. Then he opened his eyes again to look at Cain one last time.

"I'm sorry to have forced your hand..." He admitted then he let out his final breath, dying in Cain's arms.

Cain gulped harshly as if holding back the emotions he was feeling before he laid Abel on the ground, knowing he would need to tend to the body later.

"Now... since that's finally finished. Now it is time for your end of the deal." Lucifer said and Cain had this unsettling feeling.

"A part of Abel's deal was that he would do something for me. This task is an important one to have and yes, it will come at a cost greater than killing just one person. You're much stronger than your brother, and you seem to be more of a soldier, a might soldier that I'll train you to become and you'll be the leader of a malicious army one day." Lucifer continued, though Cain hardly had the heart to listen to everything. He no longer had the choice to refuse whatever task Lucifer asked of him.

"There is a mark I will give you. Consider it a gift. It will make you stronger than you are now. And this gift will pass on to your direct offspring. They will inherit this gift and they will be stronger and your entire bloodline will last eons."

Whatever gift Lucifer was about to give Cain, he knew better than to know this would be anything good. And he knew he would never want this curse to pass on.

But before Cain could protest or voice his concerns, the reddened fire seemed to take on a life of its own and wrapped itself around one of his arms before one of the flames branded Cain's arm. Cain let out a cry in agony as the flames burned his skin, forming the very mark that would taint him and his actions for the rest of his life.

It was a tragic day as murder entered the world, just as the sin of disobedience had entered the world.

And Cain would forever be known as the Father of Murder from that point on.

As Abel let down his palm from your hand, you opened your eyes and you looked at him with shock.

The man in front of you.. He was your uncle. He was the reason why your father had the mark on his arm. The reason why you were stuck with it because Abaddon wanted to use you to kill Cain because he had killed the Knights of Hell.

"You.. If you hadn't made that deal-" You could feel the anger residing in you and the mark was beginning to ignite in you once again. Everything in you was feeling that human temptation to fall into your murderous ways.

"In your human state you would never be able to kill me. You don't have an angel blade, the First Blade, or any other weapon specializing in celestial slaughter. Think carefully." Abel warned you.

You closed your eyes and you turned away from Abel and pinched the bridge of your nose. You had to collect your thoughts. He was right, you couldn't kill him in this state, and even then you were trying not to fall back into those ways in the first place.

You owed that much to both Sam and Dean since they were the ones that gave you the chance to be human in the first place. After letting out a breath you didn't realize you were holding in the first place, you turned around to face Abel once more.

"What did you do? Come all this way to look for me or something? You didn't find me by coincidence." You told him.

"I know you're searching for a way to be rid the mark. You can't get rid of it. It's impossible. Otherwise Cain might've gotten rid of it a long time ago." Abel said to you and you shook your head.

"Cain didn't try hard enough. He didn't want to get rid of the mark badly enough. A third party has received the mark from Cain himself and he doesn't deserve such a curse, and I'm going to find a way to get him out of this mess because it's not his cross to bear. It's mine and Cain's."

Abel softened once more and he rubbed his temple. You could tell there was something formulating in his mind but he was hesitant to tell you.

"If you have something to say then spit it out. Otherwise I need to get back to work." After all, your day off from researching was pretty much shot and it'd been that way since you'd vomited before this encounter.

"You're looking into the Book of the Damned, yes?" Your eyes widened at his words, how did he know about that? And what did he know about the book?

"You need to be careful when you get your hands on this book. I don't know where it is but there are spells within that book that are more dangerous than you can imagine. You and your little friend should consider a different way to get that mark off his arm." He advised and you lifted a brow.

"What could be so dangerous about a few spells?"

"Y/N... There are things in this world that should never be discovered. Some things should remain hidden. The Book of the Damned, the First Blade, even Cain himself should've remained hidden."

"The book is only a few hundred years old. I'm older than that, you're ancient compared to it. When it was created there wasn't any world crushing disasters. It's been hidden this entire time and it's important that we find it because there might not be any other way to get the mark off him." You explained.

"Witchcraft can be just as deadly as some of the seals broken during the end times which your friends managed to stop somehow. There is a reason why witchcraft is a force to be reckoned with. If you do continue looking for this book, be aware that you will not be the only one looking for it. People would kill for it. Not all humans are kind and fragile. Some are monstrous and will sacrifice everything to get what they want."

You listened carefully and you wished that something this important would be just a little bit easier to handle. But you had made up your mind on this already. Even if you could get killed with this human form, you would be able to come back. But Dean deserved better than this curse, so you would do everything you could to spare him from this specific sort of Hell.

"Thank you for the words of caution, but he is a friend. He should not have meddled in things he didn't understand and I'll face the consequences for him." You said before you turned your heel and walked away.

Abel watched as you walked away before he shook his head before muttering under his breath.

"You're more like your father than you realize, child."

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Supernatural Masterlist

If you find any incorrect or missing links please let me know!

Here is the link to my Main Masterlist

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All Imagines - - All Oneshots - - Headcanons - - General Tag

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Birthday Scenario Game (Male Characters)

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Team Free Will:

Imagine: Showing your tattoos to Team Free Will

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Sam and Dean

*These are not polyamorous

Sam and Dean:

Gif Imagines:

Being Sam and Deans little sister/they meet you s/o

Being an Angel and you help Sam and Dean

Sibling reader and being psychic

Sam and Dean coming to save you but you save them instead

Being an expert on the Supernatural & constantly confusing Sam & Dean

Sam and Dean being chased by Pennywise

Asking Sam and Dean to be guinea pigs for your psych class

Headcanons:

Crossover: Being a Winchester and dating Klaus Mikaelson

Being Sam and Deans younger sibling/Mimicking Dean

Oneshots/Drabbles:

Ghost Sickness - Sam and Dean x Reader (action)

Father Lucifer x reader - Saving Reader

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Dean Winchester

Gif Imagines:

Dean realizing he is in love with you…

Taking care of Dean when he is drunk…again

Flirting with an FBI agent on a case and Dean gets Jealous

Dean giving you pie because he doesn’t know how to comfort you

Talking to Sam about your feelings for Dean as he tries to listen in

Picking up a hitchhiking Dean

Dean catching you reading the Supernatural books

Deans reaction when he finds out you’re a Winchester

Dean finding out you are a fallen Angel

Dean finding out you died while out on a hunt with Cas

Headcanons:

Being Sam and Deans younger sibling/Mimicking Dean

Being stuck in quarantine with Dean (+Sam and Cas)

Dean trying (& somewhat failing) to throw reader a b-day party

Young Dean comforts reader who is stressed about exams.

Dean surprises his s/o with a dog for Christmas

Oneshots/Drabbles:

Stay (whump/comfort/cute)

Could you not talk to them please? I think their trying to date you

Why is your hand on my ass?

Forgotten - Part One - Part Two (angst)

Halloween Party Hunt (action)

This can’t be the zombie apocalypse, I’m not caught up on my favorite shows

I’ve had enough Christmas cookies for two years….wait is that pie?

Maze of Horrors - “Don’t Touch Me” “I didn’t”

Ship Drabble (Reader Insert) - Date Night

Wearing His Jacket

‘Taken’ (action/angst)

'Heat of the Moment' (angst/fluff)

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Sam Winchester

Gif Imagines:

Sam going through your book collection…

Sam staying by your side as you say goodbye to your dog

Getting stuck in an elevator with Sam and a Clown

Sam finding out you are Bobby’s daughter and a hunter

Headcanons - Romantic

Oneshots/Drabbles:

Quit it or I’ll bite

Ugly Sweaters (humor/cute)

3 Word/Part Drabble: “Sam’ “Wedding” “Flashback" (angst)

Top of Head Kisses (fluff)

‘I’m not a witch’ + ‘I think that scarecrow just moved’ (action)

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Castiel

Gif Imagines:

Finding out Castiel is your soulmate

Spending Valentines with Castiel

Headcanons - Castiels First Halloween

Oneshots/Drabbles:

One day I will fall out of love with you… (angst)

Is this your first time? (fluff)

This was a horrible idea (Halloween; Humor)

‘It was a dark and stormy night’  (General/Fluff)

Ship Drabble (Reader Insert) - Rainy Day (fluff)

Multichapter Fic:

Fated:

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four/Final

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Gabriel

Gif Imagines:

Gabriel trying to make up with you after a fight

Gabriel flirting with you in front of Sam and Dean

Being the Trickster that taught Gabriel his tricks

Headcanons:

Spending a Rainy Day with Gabriel (cute)

Dating Gabriel (cute)

Oneshots/Drabbles:

Stop it with the tongue thing/I’m not letting you out of my sight (humor)

Bonfire (humor)

'Paint'

I Need a Hug (Angst/Comfort/Fluff)

Christmas Cookies (cute)

Christmas Admirer (fluff)

Secret Admirer (Valentines) (angst/action/fluff)

Ship Drabble (Reader Insert) - Cuddling (fluff)

'Smile'; (cute/Valentines Day)

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Crowley

Imagine - Crowley having a thing for you and showing up all the time

Oneshots/Drabbles:

Dare (action)

You’ve been pouting ever since I went on that date… (cute)

Okay, maybe I am a bit jealous (action/cute)

Hot British guy

You shouldn’t be with him, you should be with me (angst/romance)

Lets Make a Deal (Part One) (action/angst) Lets Make a Deal (Part Two) (general/slow-burn)

Our Little Secret (fluff/romance)

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Lucifer

Oneshots/Drabbles:

I could get use to waking up next to you, actually (action/general)

Father Lucifer x reader - Saving Reader (Sam/Dean x reader)

Second Chance (action/angst/romantic)

The Love of a Devil (completed)Part One “Protective” Part Two “Speak of the Devil” (action/confession/fluff)

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Balthazar

Fic: 'All the Time in the World' (romance/fluff)

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Kevin

Imagine - Chuck brings Kevin back to life

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Cain

Oneshot: Feeling Anew (fluff/romance)

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Do you have any chubby/plus size reader a/b/o story’s for series. I’ve been reading a lot of your stories, so was just wondering 😁

Hi, lovely. I think I mostly wrote one-shots/mini-series with a plus-sized reader in the a/b/o universe. I don't know which fandom/character you like so I'll list the ones coming to my mind here:

His favorite - Negan, the walking dead

Once (1) (and its sequels: Twice (2), Thrice (3), Four times (4), Five times (5) - Snippet - Ransom Drysdale, Knives out

Weakling - Steve Rogers, MCU

Clingy Love - Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes & Reader, MCU

This one is an ongoing series. The heat is on - Chris Evans, RPF

Granny is the best - Dean Winchester, SPN

The new neighbor - Dean Winchester, SPN

Soulless Instinct - Soulless!Sam Winchester, SPN

Beautiful Mine - Cain, SPN

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Every Breath - flash fic 4/5

Summary: Dean’s not sorry for what he said, but it doesn’t mean what you think it does.

Warnings: angst.

W/C: 100

Rating: T (teen+)

Pairing: MOC!Dean Winchester x Reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

Challenge: @justagirlinafandomworld Flash Fiction 4 Prompt: Every Breath You Take by the Police

Notes: Follow on from my other entries, but don’t need to have read those. But in case you want to (all 100 words or less):

Part 1 - Love From Nothing

Part 2 - Last Thursday

Part 3 - Something Stupid

Beta: none

Graphics: dividers @firefly-graphics // pics found on google.

Master Lists: Main // Dean Winchester

No warning. No build up. “Like, I love you.” He hadn’t even sounded happy about it.

Every step that took you closer to the door made his heart ache. But you hadn’t gone far, waiting by Baby when he left the diner.

“I’m not sorry,” Dean said, as he approached. “But I should’ve said, you belong with me and I want to be there for every breath you take.”

You smiled, “Dean, I...”

“Don’t,” he warned, as you took a step closer, “the mark…I’m dangerous. I want to be there but I can’t. It wasn’t a confession, it was goodbye.”

Part 5 - Coming Back (end)

[imagine-a-dream]

Supernatural masterlist

* - means I can write romance for this character ** - means I can write smut/nsfw things

General

~Preference~

Calling Sam, Dean and Cas 'dad'.

Amara **

~Imagines~

Taking the Mark of Cain instead of Dean and befrending Amara.

~Headcanons~

Having soul-restoring powers and challenging Amara.

Bobby Singer **

Coming soon...

Cain **

Coming soon...

Crowley **

~Imagines~

Constantly quoting vines and it annoys Crowley.

Crowley's constantly trying to corrupt you.

~Oneshots~

«Personal God» 18+

You are insecure about your body and Crowley convinced you to try and ride him.

«Just the two of us»

You’re going on the first date with the King of Hell.

Donna Hanscum **

Coming soon...

Gabriel **

~Imagines~

Being oblivious when someone is flirting with you

~Headcanons~

You have reality warping superpowers and Gabriel's teaching you how to use it

Rowena **

~Imagines~

Being Rowena's apprentice

Jack Kline *

~Imagines~

Teaching Jack how to cook

~Headcanons~

Gabriel and Castiel playing matchmakers to get you and Jack together.

Masterlist | Request rules

[daughterofcain-67]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖊 : 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

(MOC! Dean x Female Reader)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Several months after you left the bunker, Dean finally growing tired of the mark on his arm and decides to listen to Sam to find a way to get rid of the curse. The problem with that is, leads are limited and Dean grows hesitant to reach out to you again.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: violence, gore, torture, some scenes will be graphic for some audiences - reader's discretion is advised, spoilers for the show, alternate scenarios for the ending of season 10.

First Update: 10.05.2024

Latest Update: 10.05.2024

• 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 1

• 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 2 (𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔬𝔬𝔫)

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[raspberrymama]

First Taste

Pairing: Cain x Reader

Word Count: 1,238

Square(s) Filled: Chestnuts, Friends to Lovers 

Written for: @spnchristmasbingo ​

Summary: You surprise your friend, Cain, with a gift. What will he provide you in return?

Warnings: None

Beta: @walkingaline​ - she also provided my fic header here! Isn’t it cute?! Got those vintage vibes a la “Bell’s Best”

Cain greets you at his door, happily surprised by your impromptu visit as you thrust a basket of fruits into his hands. "Hey! I know you're not much for material possessions, but it's the holidays. So I brought a very traditional gift for you," you smile brightly at him. "I hope it's alright that I popped by tonight?"

"Of course. It's you," Cain smiles softly. "Come in. I just started a fire," he states before glancing down at the gift basket. "This is a wonderful gift. You know me quite well." He places the basket on his tabletop before helping you out of your peacoat.

"I'm glad you like it," you beam as he tends to his fire once again. Your friend has always been quiet since you met him at the farmer's market. Reserved may be an understatement when it comes to that man. "You always so serious about your fires?" you ask, observing Cain's intense stare into the flames as he kneels, poking the logs into new positions.

He lazily turns around. His vivid blue eyes take in your playful expression. Rolling his eyes, he returns his attention to the fire. "I need the fire to be quite hot. And for all the logs to burn well," his rich baritone voice only slightly louder than the crackle of the logs popping under the heat of the fire.

You pull two beers out of his refrigerator, as you've done many times before. "Your house keeps warmth well without using the fireplace. Why the need for it tonight?" you question as you nudge one of the bottles toward him.

"Chestnuts." He is truly a man of few words.

"Oh? Over an actual fire?" your eyebrows raise in question. "How very mid-century of you," you tease before plopping yourself onto the chair closest to the fireplace. The heat of the flames licks away the chill in your toes. You let out a hum of contentment, making Cain proud that his home brings a bit of refuge for you.

You watch him prepare the chestnuts at his dining table. He makes little crisscrosses into the shells before tossing them scored-side-up into the large castiron skillet. Once he completes his task, he returns to the fire, placing the skillet on top of the glowing embers.

He comes back to his seat opposite you. Although he's left the fireplace, you're still looking into the fire, the now dull burn of the logs entrancing you. Your primal instinct to watch the remnants of the fire prevents you from noticing Cain.

Those stunning blue eyes of his drink you in. He takes his time looking you over. Occasionally, his eyes focus solely on your lips. He contemplates what you would taste like on his tongue. He takes a sip of his beer before getting up to stir the chestnuts. It's best to keep busy so that he doesn't get caught checking you out.

While his arm props him up against the mantle and his back to you, he doesn't see your eyes rake over his broad back, down to his ass, further still to his solid, muscular thighs. Eventually, your eyes land on his thick, dark hair. You briefly wonder what it would be like to thread your fingers through it. You take a large swig of your own beer before heading back to the kitchen for a new one.

By the time you've returned, Cain's pulled the skillet off the embers, allowing the pan's contents to cool on top of the red bricks on the fireplace's edge. "You want one?" he asks as he holds a cooled chestnut still in its shell.

"I've never had one," you confess. "How do you get the shell off?"

"You've never had a chestnut before?" Before you even begin to answer, he's peeling away the shell for you. "You have an allergy to nuts?"

Shaking your head, you respond. "Nope. My family didn't really do this kind of stuff when I was growing up. I never really sought out chestnuts, either. So..." you shrug at him.

Cain walks into your personal space. You want to back away, but you stay planted where you are. "Open," he commands.

Without hesitation, your mouth falls open for him. He watches you as he lightly blows on the warm morsel one last time before slowly putting it into your mouth. Your tongue wraps around the chestnut, gliding gently between his thumb and index finger.

If you didn't know him as well as you do, you would have missed the change in his face. Dark and almost predatory. Reluctantly, he removes his fingers from your lips. His eyes continue to bore into your own.

You look away first, bashfulness taking over. You bite into the nut and let out a hum of enjoyment. The soft, spongy texture is somewhat surprising, but you love the sweetness you taste. Your tongue quickly runs across the edges of your mouth out of habit, forcing Cain to stare at your supple lips. "Damn, I've been missing out."

Cain still hasn't moved away. Still hasn't stopped looking at you that way. You look up at him with your big, beautiful doe eyes, and he's enchanted by you. His hand slips across the underside of your jawline cautiously, giving you every opportunity to stop him.

But you don't stop him. You can't. You won't. You've wanted this for an awfully long time. You're sure he can feel the pounding of your pulse in his hand, but you try not to think about that. Not when this beautiful man is so damn close to giving you exactly what you've been yearning for all this time.

His usual scent of clean soap and the outdoors has been replaced. You can smell the smoke from the fire on him, mixed with the faint hints of the cooked chestnuts. His rugged, calloused hand slides into your hair and makes a home at the nape of your neck. Ever careful, he pulls you to him. He wants this as much as you do, but he wants to give you all the space you need to opt-out of this moment.

Your eyes bounce from his eyes to his lips and back again. Cain mimics your actions, except he lingers on your glistening wet lips. Unable to restrain himself any longer, his free hand clutches the other side of your neck then roughly reins you in. On instinct, you're already pushing yourself into him. Lifting your face up to him, your eyes flutter closed in anticipation.

And there it is: the rough tickle of Cain's mustache on your upper lip. His tongue pushes into your mouth as he grips your hair. If your eyes weren't already closed, he would have seen the way they roll back in delight as he deepens the kiss further. Your fingers sweep up his firm chest and glide harshly through his long thick hair.

One of his hands snakes down the side of your body, dangerously close to your breast, and wraps behind your back. He pulls your body flush against him as his mouth melds against your own. Eventually, he lets you get a moment to catch your breath.

Chest heaving and your upper lip reddened by the scratch of his facial hair, you look up at him, grinning. "Thank you for making me try a chestnut tonight." He laughs out before pulling you back into another kiss. 

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