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I Think He Knows - Sam Winchester.

pairing- sam w. x fem!reader; summary - inspired by miss swift’s song; warnings - nothing really, lower case intended; word count - 1,4k

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the impala's engine rumbled beneath you as the car sped down the long, empty highway. dean was behind the wheel, as usual, focused on the road ahead, while sam sat next to him in the passenger seat, flipping through a book on ancient symbols. you sat in the back, trying to keep your thoughts in check, but it was almost impossible when sam winchester was in the car, just a few feet away.

it was ridiculous, really. the way your heart picked up speed whenever he was around, the way your eyes seemed to follow his every move, even when you tried to play it cool. sam probably had no idea how he affected you. he was always so wrapped up in the hunt, in research, in the next big case.

but lately, there had been moments—fleeting glances, subtle touches, small smiles—that made you think *maybe* he knew. maybe he could feel it too, the energy between you, the way the air seemed to hum when the two of you were close. maybe he wasn't as oblivious as you thought.

as if on cue, sam glanced up, his eyes catching yours in the rearview mirror. it was just for a second, but the look sent a rush of warmth through you, making your heart skip a beat. you quickly looked away, pretending to be interested in the passing scenery, but the way his gaze lingered made it clear that you weren't the only one feeling this.

the impala slowed as dean pulled into a small, rundown motel on the outskirts of some nowhere town. "alright, this is home for the night," dean announced, killing the engine and stretching as he got out of the car.

you followed suit, grabbing your bag from the trunk and trying to ignore the fact that your hands were shaking just a little. it was ridiculous how much sam affected you, how just being around him turned you into a bundle of nervous energy.

"two rooms," dean said, tossing you and sam each a key. "guess it's you and me tonight, sammy. sweetheart, you're on your own."

you felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment at dean's words. relief because you needed some space to collect yourself, but disappointment because part of you had hoped—well, maybe more than part of you—that you and sam would end up sharing a room.

"sounds good," sam said, though his eyes flickered toward you as he spoke, like maybe he wasn't entirely happy with the arrangement either.

the three of you made your way inside, and after a quick exchange of goodnights, you found yourself in your small, dimly lit room. the bed was lumpy, the walls were thin, and the air smelled faintly of stale cigarettes, but you didn't care. all you could think about was the way sam had looked at you back in the car, the way his gaze had lingered just a little too long.

you sighed, flopping down onto the bed and staring up at the cracked ceiling. this was getting out of hand. if you didn't do something soon, you were going to drive yourself crazy wondering if sam felt the same way you did.

meanwhile, while you dwelled in your thoughts, in the room next door, a soft ‘ow’ was heard as a brunette hunter brought a hand up to back of his head and massaged it a little, “dean what the hell,”

“you are an idiot, thats what” dean says, dropping his bag next to his bed and going down with it.

“i have no idea what you are talking about” sam mutters, glancing away from his brother’s narrowed eyes.

“have no idea my ass,” dean presses on, “if you dont do anything about your girl, someone else will and dont give me that ‘i have no idea what you are talking about’ crap again, or i swear” dean pitches up his voice to mock sam.

sam freezes, not knowing what to say or do. because dean is right, he knows that the two of you have been having these stare offs, these moments for weeks now, and dean admitting it now, made it sound even more real than feeling like it was all in his head.

“i’ll be right back” sam says, now sounding determined. he doesn’t know what he plans on doing, but he knows he needs to get it off his chest before its too late.

a knock at the door interrupted your thoughts, and your heart leaped into your throat. you knew who it was before you even answered.

when you opened the door, there stood sam, his tall frame filling the doorway. his hair was slightly tousled, his expression unreadable, but there was something in his eyes that made your pulse quicken.

"hey," he said softly, his voice low and careful. "you mind if i come in for a minute?"

you nodded, stepping aside to let him in. he walked in slowly, his hands shoved into the pockets of his flannel shirt, like he was trying to play it cool. but you could see it in his eyes, in the tension in his shoulders—he was feeling it too.

"what's up?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady, even though your heart was pounding.

sam didn't answer right away. instead, he moved to stand by the window, looking out at the dark, empty parking lot. for a moment, you thought he was going to say something about the case, or ask you for help with research—something safe, something normal. but then he turned around, and the look in his eyes was anything but normal.

"i've been thinking," he started, his voice still soft, but there was an intensity behind it now. "about... us."

your breath caught in your throat, and you could feel your pulse racing in your ears. *us.* the word hung in the air between you, heavy with all the unspoken feelings you'd been trying to ignore for weeks.

"sam—"

"I think you know," he interrupted, taking a step closer. his eyes locked onto yours, and suddenly, there was no space between you, no distance to hide behind. "i think you've known for a while now."

you swallowed hard, trying to keep your cool, but it was useless. the way he was looking at you—the way his eyes traced your face, the way his voice had dropped to a near whisper—it was overwhelming.

"what do you mean?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

sam smiled softly, but there was something serious in his expression, something that made your stomach flip. he reached out, his hand brushing against yours, a light touch that sent a jolt of electricity through your whole body.

"you know exactly what I mean," he said, his voice low and full of meaning. "the way you look at me... the way I look at you. we've been going around it for weeks now."

your heart was racing, your mind spinning, but you couldn't look away from him. because he was right. you had known. maybe not from the very beginning, but somewhere along the way, you had realized it—that he saw you the same way you saw him.

"and now?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly as you looked up at him. "what happens now?"

sam's hand found yours, his fingers lacing through yours like it was the most natural thing in the world. he smiled, that soft, almost shy smile with dimples that made your heart melt.

"now," he said, stepping closer until there was no space left between you, "we stop pretending."

before you could say another word, sam leaned in, grabbing your jaw, his lips brushing softly against yours in a kiss that felt both familiar and brand new. your heart soared as you kissed him back, your hands gripping the front of his shirt, pulling him closer.

when you finally pulled away, breathless and smiling, sam rested his forehead against yours, his fingers still intertwined with yours.

"i think i knew," you whispered, your voice light and teasing, even though your heart was pounding in your chest.

aam chuckled softly, his breath warm against your skin. "yeah. i think i knew too."

and in that moment, with sam's hand in yours and the weight of unspoken feelings finally lifted, everything felt right. you didn't have to wonder anymore. you didn't have to pretend.

because now, you both knew.

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virtualreader · 1 year ago

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broken hearts and healing souls

deanwinchesterxfem!reader

summary: carrying the ruins of the broken heart the death of his father had left behind, Dean pushes you away, fearing hurting you as well. or perhaps he’s just scared of being hurt himself, one more time.

word count: 3,3k. (does not include lyrics)

warnings: alleged age gap, fierce anger, heated argument, drinking out of spite, supressed feelings, cursing, yelling, not the happiest end, and lots and lots of angst.

part 2

a/n: i started watching supernatural about a month ago and I'm loving it so far. and god, i couldn't help but fall truly, madly, deeply in love with dean winchester. this scenario came to my mind while listening someone to stay - vancouver sleep clinic, so this one shot is based on this song. feedback is always appreciated. please, comment if you think I should write a part 2 to this one!

"You can't boss me around, Dean! I'm not a child anymore!" you barked at the hunter standing by the motel room's door.

"I can't? Watch me!" Dean retorted, breathing heavily and extending his arms upward to appear bigger. "As the eldest here, it's my call to make the hard decisions. And I've decided that you won't come on any more hunts, end of story. You're risking your life out there—it's dangerous, y/n. What's not clear about that?!"

You and Dean had been arguing for a while. He came into the motel room the three of you—Sam, Dean and yourself—were forced to share, stringently declaring you were not allowed to go with them on hunts anymore.

After the previous mission ended with you being kidnapped by the demon you were after and tied to a chair in an old building's basement, the oldest brother wasted no time in making a decision. Despite your eagerness to rid the world of evil, Dean prioritized your safety, even if you didn't see it that way.

Dean Winchester was an undaunted and confident man, he had been since his mother died, he had to be, for his family's sake, for his own sake. Yet, when it came to you, potential bad outcomes constantly assaulted his mind. He could not afford to lose another loved one, so he did not take a gamble.

"It is my life that I am endangering, so I strongly believe that I get to choose whether I want to expose myself to hunting hazards or not. You are not my dad and cannot give me orders, Winchester!" you declared, raising your voice with anger and trembling as you pointed your index finger at him.

You were hurt and confused. Hunting had been your life for as long as you could remember and now he was taking that away from you. You tried to plead your case, but he had already made up his mind.

In response to your defiance, Dean raised his chin, pursed his lips, and clenched his jaw. Yet, even in his anger, he maintained steady eye contact with you. It was clear he was not going to back down easily.

“You don’t get it, do you?” he queried exasperated. “That demon back there, could have killed you, and you know that. This is not some inoffensive deer we’re going after.”

He was undoubtedly referring to the incident that happened earlier that day, when he was able to free you from the grasp of the demon. It was the same demon that mercilessly took your father’s life, leaving you fatherless at the tender age of twelve and subsequently placed under the care of the Winchesters.

Growing up with them, you learned to navigate the dangerous world of hunting and the supernatural. From hours-long road trips and campfires to cozy movie-evenings and pancake Sundays, your memories with your new family included a wide variety of experiences that left a lasting impact on you.

The bond you formed with the Winchesters was one built on mutual respect and a shared purpose, making them more than just your guardians; they were your family, and you were theirs.

"God, what a pig-headed dude you are," you muttered, oozing frustration, as you let out a peeved sigh. "So you, old man, can risk being killed by these heartless creatures, but I can't? Is it just because I'm younger than you guys? ‘Cause I already told you, I am as much of an adult as you are.”

Clearly, you would not be swayed by Dean's demands. You were your own person, with your own will and your own desires. You were determined to stand up for yourself and live your life on your own terms.

He took a moment to observe your bruised appearance as he pondered his answer. The blood that had previously emerged from the wound above your eyebrow was already dry, while the cut on your lip was still struggling to form a scab.

He noticed the swelling around your left eye, a tell-tale sign of the force of the blow that had landed on your face. And as he looked at you, he could not help but feel responsible for your emaciated state.

"If you're such an adult, you'll be fine on your own. You don't need me, do you?" the hunter sassed back, towering over you, tilting his head and upturning his brows.

Dean's words hurt you deeply, and you felt tears welling up in your eyes. But you refused to let him see you cry. You straightened your back and met his gaze with a fierce determination.

"Do you want me to leave?” you said, your voice shaking a little. “Fine. If that's what you want, I'll leave. But don't expect me to come back."

You walked past him, feeling his eyes on your back. You didn't turn around, didn't give in to the urge to look at him again. You needed to be strong, to show him that you could make it on your own. But deep down, you knew that you didn't want to be alone. You needed Dean, more than you wanted to admit.

"Hey, girl!" you called out to the waitress, raising your voice above the noise of the tavern to get her attention. "Can I get a refill, please?”

You were alone, left out in the cold Clinging to the ruin of your broken home Too lost and hurting to carry your load We all need someone to hold

As you waited for your drink, you couldn't help but replay the argument with Dean in your mind. You felt hurt and betrayed by his words. You were mad at him for not understanding your desire to be by his side, no matter the risks.

You were lost in thought when a voice snapped you out of your reverie.

"Rough night?" inquired a gold-haired man as he took a seat on the adjoining stool.

The man seemed to be a bit younger than Dean, possibly in his mid-twenties, closer to your own age. He wore a white crewneck t-shirt that hugged his muscular arms around the biceps, and his dark slim fit jeans matched the black pattern printed on his shirt's front.

It was difficult to determine whether it was the effect of the second-rate alcohol or your personal taste in men, but it was safe to say he was far from unattractive and he was, in fact, quite handsome.

"You could say so." you answered his question with a touch of apathy but still flashed a slight smile his way.

You've been fighting the memory, all on your own Nothing worsens, nothing grows I know how it feels being by yourself in the rain We all need someone to stay We all need someone to stay

The man took a slow, deliberate sip from his beer bottle and leaned back, his eyes fixed intently on you. His gaze seemed to linger for a moment, as if he were trying to gauge your reaction to what he had just said.

"You know," he said, his voice low and suggestive, "I can make it better for you, pretty."

The words hung in the air between you, heavy with meaning. You felt a flush of heat rise to your cheeks at the man's brazen suggestion, and you couldn't help but feel a little intrigued by his offer.

You glanced around the dimly lit tavern, taking in the smoky air and the clinking of glasses. It was the kind of place where people came to drown their sorrows and forget about the troubles of the day-to-day life. And in that moment, you couldn't help but feel like you were just another lost soul adrift in the sea of humanity.

The man's eyes were still fixed on you, his expression unreadable. He seemed to be waiting for your response, as if he knew that his offer had the power to change the course of your night—or maybe even your life.

You took a deep breath and met his gaze head-on, feeling a sense of daring that you hadn't felt in a long time.

"And how, exactly, do you plan on doing that?" you asked, your voice tinged with a hint of amusement.

The man smiled, a slow, confident grin that sent a shiver down your spine.

"Let's just say that I know a thing or two about making a woman feel good," he replied, his voice dripping with innuendo.

It was abundantly clear what his intentions were at this point in time, and to be entirely candid, it did not annoy you at all.

You eagerly accepted the charming man's alluring offer. And with a sense of anticipation, you followed him out of the sleazy bar, seeking shelter from the gentle patter of the light rain under the protective eaves.

As you walked alongside him, you found yourself captivated by his confident stride and the way his eyes sparkled in the dim light emanating from the street lamps.

You could feel his hand slowly making its way towards your hip, until it rested there, just barely grazing the upper part of your buttocks. This subtle touch sent a sparkling feeling coursing through your body, starting from the core and reaching all the way up to your chest. It created a warm whirlwind of expectancy, causing your heart to beat faster in anticipation.

“Y/n?” a familiar voice asked, a hint of pain in it.

Hear the fallen and lonely, cry out Will you fix me up? Will you show me hope? At the end of the day you were helpless Can you keep me close? Can you love me most?

Dean narrowed his eyes, anguishedly taking in the sight in front of him.

As you stood there, drenched from the rain and your mind clouded by the alcohol, Dean's sudden appearance caught you off guard. He was directly facing you, his eyes locked onto yours, and you could see the pain and anger etched upon his features.

"What the hell are you doing here, y/n?" Dean asked incredulously, his voice laced with anger and hurt. “And who the fuck is that jerk?”

You froze, feeling a wave of guilt wash over you. You had been so caught up in your own emotions that you hadn't even considered how your actions might affect Dean.

You've drunk it down and you've spat it out And nothing tastes like the things you had So tear it off, why don't you let them go? We all need someone to stay We all need someone to stay

"I didn't know she was taken, mate. I didn't mean to meddle in your relationship," the guy standing next to you apologized, his voice trembling as Dean's contempting gaze threatened to pierce his soul. Green eyes—usually a symbol of grace—had never held such a look of hatred. “She’s all yours, mate.”

Once the man marched back into the tavern, with tail between legs, the hunter’s emerald orbs landed on you. And as he beamed down at you, you noticed how much woe his gaze held. He wasn’t someone to let his emotions surface, not at all, that would leave his feelings too exposed, too unguarded.

He didn't seem to mind the rain dribbling over his leather jacket or his well-styled hair as he approached you. Although you had a defiant demeanor, you took a step backward in response, and your back met the wall covered in graffiti.

“Thought you said ‘I’d be fine on my own’.” you tried to sound confident as you quoted him, yet the alcohol running through your veins caused your words to slur together.

"Yeah, I said on your own! Not with some opportunistic macho man!" he said, referring to your previous companion.

He looked at you with a mixture of disbelief and anger, his eyes scanning your face as if he was trying to find some kind of explanation for what he was seeing.

And then, his anger boiled over, and he let out a shout that echoed through the empty streets. "No way. Are you fucking drunk?!" he yelled. "Are you nuts?!"

The force of his outburst hit you like a physical blow, and you could feel your heart racing in your chest. You had never seen Dean like this before, and it was clear that he was at his breaking point.

For a moment, the two of you just stood there, staring at each other in silence, the rain pouring down around you like a curtain. And then, slowly, you began to speak, your words tumbling out of you in a jumbled mess.

"You're one to talk. You, my dear friend, are the very reason I'm here, drinking my sorrows away." you scoffed at him.

Your eyes darted around, looking at anything but Dean. You felt intimidated—what with Dean’s tall figure and the disappointment you could discern in his expression.

“Drinking won’t solve anything, y/n. You know better than this.”

"Do I really?” you uttered, struggling to keep at bay your wobbly lip. “Last time I checked, I was just a kid to you.”

Hear the fallen and lonely, cry out Will you fix me up? Will you show me hope? At the end of the day we're helpless Can you keep me close? Can you love me most? Can you keep me close? Can you love me most? Can you keep me close? Can you love me most?

As the rain continued to fall, the rhythmic clattering of the water drops mixed with the sound of cars cruising over the wet pavement, creating an overwhelming melody.

The droplets seemed to grow in size and force. You welcomed the heavier rain, grateful for the way it obscured the tears that threatened to overflow from your eyes.

You knew that if he saw you crying, he would only see you as weak and immature, even more than he already saw you. You had always been strong and independent, and you didn't want him to think any less of you.

So you stood there, letting the rain soak into your clothes and hair, hoping that it would wash away the pain and sorrow you felt inside.

“I don’t think of you as a kid. I just prefer you staying away from those creatures. You know better than anyone what that demon is capable of. It killed your father, and you could’ve died today too, y/n!”

“Do not act like you care! And do not dare mentioning my dad ever again! You are too self-centered to take others’ needs into account.”

With a trembling voice, you lashed out at Dean, your emotions running high and your patience wearing thin. You couldn't stand the way Dean tried to control your life, always telling you what to do and what not to do.

You had grown up fast in the world of hunting, learning to fend for yourself and to take care of others. You had seen things that most people couldn't even imagine, and you had faced danger and death head-on. You were not some delicate flower that needed to be protected at all costs.

And yet, Dean seemed to think otherwise. He was always trying to shield you from harm, even if it meant keeping you from doing what you loved most.

"Do you even hear yourself, Dean?" you continued, your voice rising with every word. "You act like you're the only one who knows what's best for me. You don't trust me to make my own decisions, although I've been hunting just as long as you have. You're so wrapped up in your own fears and insecurities that you can't see how much you're hurting me."

"You're part of my family now, and as such, I must protect you," Dean declared, helplessness building up inside his chest. "Why do you find it so hard to understand?”

You were alone, left out in the cold Clinging to the ruin of your broken home Hear the falling and lonely, cry out Will you fix me up? Will you show me hope? The end of the day and we're helpless Can you keep me close? Can you love me?

“I-…Just…leave me alone. Please, Dean.”

And it was then when, acting on your most primitive impulses, you took off, walking away from Dean with no determined destination.

It was not that you were afraid of Dean, no, you had spent too many years among the Winchesters to know he would never voluntarily hurt you, at least not physically. You found him sort of intimidating, more like it.

It was well known among the Winchesters' acquaintances that Dean, although not often, could become livid if you pressed the right buttons. And no one would ever want that fatal rage to be directed at them, unless they wanted to know what hell felt like.

However, the emotion the hunter was feeling now was not anger. It was something else, something both mysterious and intriguing. Although his muscles remained tight, his eyes shone with unshed tears, and a pinched expression was plastered on his face.

You fought against the urge to turn back and run into his embrace, to apologize to him and leave this dispute behind. It was a struggle to hold onto your never-so-fragile pride when your love for him had never felt as powerful as it did now. Not since you had first fallen in love with him, at least, back when you were a silly, naive teenager.

A hand grabbed firmly onto your arm, forcing you into a halt. You did not have the courage to turn around and face him with a trail of tears cascading over your cheeks, even if the drizzling rain disguised it somewhat. There was no need for that, however, when he began speaking, not waiting for you to look at him.

"I'm sorry, y/n," he apologized in a small voice, unaccustomed to saying such words. "I didn't mean to push you away. I... I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you. I'm scared, y/n. Scared of losing you like I lost my father, like I lost my mother," Dean confessed, his voice softening, dropping in pitch.

You turned to look at him, really look at him, and saw the pain and fear written in his face.

You felt a lump form in your throat at the raw emotion in Dean's words. You had always known that he cared about you, but you had never realized just how much you meant to him.

"Dean," you said, stepping closer to him and placing a hand on his arm. "I'm not going to die. I'm strong, and I know how to take care of myself. But I need you to trust me. I need you to let me make my own decisions, even if it means taking risks sometimes."

You stopped, taking a big deep breath before continuing.

“What you said back at the motel, it hurt me, a lot. I have nothing left, Dean. My family is dead, I have no place to stay, no job, no nothing. I’ve lost everything.”

“You have me.” He took a step towards you, getting closer, and caressed your feathery cheek with his large hand. “You always have and always will have me.”

Dean wiped away a tear from your cheek, his thumb tracing your skin softly. "I'm sorry for pushing you away, y/n. I was just so afraid of losing you. But I promise, from now on, I'll trust you to make your own decisions. We'll face everything together, as a team."

A turmoil of heartfelt emotions whirled its way down to your very core as Dean's words sank in. And, as you looked up at him, you saw the love and devotion in his eyes, and you felt grateful like never before to the Winchesters for taking you in.

Seizing the proximity, you took a moment to admire him. The softness on his eyes only adding to his already perfectly alluring features. The green orbs standing out his face had never shone as bright, and his nose glowed as red as his eyes, probably from the cold air of the drizzly night.

Yet the part you spent the longest time observing was his lips. Sultry pouty lips, that rested slightly parted.

And as if in a dream, he leaned in intertwining his lips with yours in a genuine kiss. Sliding the hand that previously laid on your cheek to the back of your neck, bringing you nearer to his own body.

His grip was both firm and steady, but no less gentle, just so as if he never wanted to let go of you. Your movements kept in step with each other's, as your mouths melted in a much-needed dance.

None of you cared about the rain soaking your clothes or the idling engine of the precious impala of Dean’s, nor about the small crowd by the tavern’s entrance looking at you. You were in a deep immersion into the depths of the moment, and all you saw, all you could regard was the man in front of you - the man you’ve always loved.

The idyllic moment was short-lived, much to your dismay, as Dean pulled away and apprehensively took a step backwards. But the pain you felt then was nothing compared to the stabbing sensation in your heart when he opened his mouth to speak again.

"I'm sorry. This was a mistake."

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lovealwayssay · 4 months ago

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Season 7 really is rough for Dean. He lost Lisa and Ben not too long before the season started, his best friend who he’s in love with betrayed him and then died, his brother is hallucinating the devil and angry at him for killing his middle school crush, he can’t drive his car because he’s wanted for mass murders he didn’t commit, and then to top it all off his father figure dies. The hits just keep on coming.

#ofc its super rough for Sam too #he’s hallucinating the devil his father figure and sort-of best friend died and his beother killed his middle school crush #spn rewatch #spn season 7 #supernatural fandom #spn #supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #destiel #deancas #hallucifer #bobby singer #leviathans #lisa and ben #dean x cas #season 7 #supernatural season 7

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jays-bonnie-on-the-side · 6 months ago

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𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐀 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 - 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

PAIRING : dean winchester x original female character

STORY SUMMARY : in series masterlist

CHAPTER WARNINGS : age-gap. pining. teasing. underaged flirting. language. violence. gaslighting. gun play. murder. description of death.

A/N: i've had this series replaying in my mind for over a year. i'm so happy to share with everyone and i hope you enjoy it as much as i do. i've got big plans for this story! thank you all for your support, feedback (preferably good) is always appreciated!

check out the teaser if you haven’t already.

Maricela's POV

I've known the Winchester brothers for four years now. I was fifteen when they visited Kenosha, Wisconsin, on a hunt for a Lamia. I remember hearing the roar of the Impala's engine pull into the gas station before it drove to the opposite side of the pump I was using. The motor's purr cuts just before the driver's side door creaks open, freeing a tall and handsome specimen. Once he reappeared from behind the pump, I did a double take. I couldn't help but stare at the man who wielded the most beautiful green eyes, trying to place where I'd seen them before. The longer I studied his chiseled face, the more familiar it seemed.

The man noticed my gaze and turned to look at me. He gave me a small smile, and I realized what I had been doing. I tear my attention away while my cheeks begin to heat, embarrassed.

"I'm sorry," I say, focusing on the ground. "You just look really familiar."

"Oh, I don't know about that," his deep voice responded. "I'm not from around here."

I nodded, taking in his words, but felt in my gut that he wasn't telling the entire truth. Instead of thinking too hard about it, I push it to the back of my brain and look at his sweet ride.

"Pretty nice car you got there." I compliment.

"Thanks," he says before flashing me a charming smile.

I was instantly mesmerized by him. I had no intention of ceasing our conversation in hopes of becoming closer to him while I had the chance. Who wouldn't do the same? Regardless of any age difference.

He looked away and stared into the distance, getting lost in his head. I clear my throat before speaking again.

"What year is it?" I ask, trying to keep the conversation alive.

"'67." He answers proudly.

I ask, genuinely curious, "What kind of engine does it have?"

A slow smile spreads across his face as if the question doesn't get asked often. He nods for me to follow him, and I smile as my plan succeeds. He pops the hood from inside the car before walking towards the front of the Impala. As I pass the driver's side door, the man sitting inside gives me a tight-lipped smile. I give him one in return, then turn my attention back to the gorgeous man as he props the hood.

"Impressive. Let me guess—this baby pushes out 460 hps." I comment, staring at the redone engine.

"461. How did you...?" He trails off. I catch him staring at me in my peripheral vision. I turn to the attractive man and can't help but smile even wider at the amazement shining bright in his eyes. He thrusts his hand out and says, "I'm Dean."

I take his hand and squeeze, giving him a firm handshake. "I'm Mari."

"Ma-dee...?" He repeats in question.

I giggle at his uncertainty and nod at the correct pronunciation of my Spanish name. "Yes, sir."

"What's a girl like you know about engines?" He smirks, leaning against his now-closed hood.

"I know a thing or two." I shrug nonchalantly. I heard the gas pump jerk, indicating that my tank was full. "I should get that."

I turn to walk back before his voice stops me.

"Hey, uh—you wouldn't happen to know where the nearest motel is, do you?"

"Wow, Dean, I'm flattered, but I like to be 'wined and dined' before we sixty-nine." I causally joke.

His eyes widen with shock as the blush rises to his cheeks, his jaw dropping slightly. I found it arduous to keep my smirk hidden after his overt reaction. His head shakes violently, his hands rising in defense before speaking.

"What? No, I didn't mean—I don't want to—Not that you're not—" His green eyes quickly skim every inch of my body. "I'm not saying you don't look good 'cause wow—but I just—"

This man, who exudes confidence, getting so flustered over my words was unexpected. I couldn't help but stop his self-torture with a laugh.

"I'm just fucking with you."

Relief washes over his features before letting out a large breath. After a chuckle, he says, "You're good, really had me going there."

"Well, if you're this easy to rile up with words, I can only imagine how well you'd respond to actions." I smile at the vulgar things I had in mind.

To say I surprised even myself with my comments is an understatement. I have never been confident enough to speak to any guy like this. Let alone one this jaw-droppingly sexy, but he definitely brought that side out of me.

A mischievous smirk plays on his lips as he gets closer. "You've got a dirty little mouth there, sweetheart."

"You going to clean it out for me?" I say seductively before sinking my teeth into my bottom lip.

Dean's eyes widen again, but he tries covering it with a huge grin. He opens his mouth to reply but gets cut off by the man in his car attempting to mask the words "jail bait" with a cough. I can't help but laugh; he wasn't wrong. The man standing in front of me turns red once more.

"Why don't I give you those directions?" I offer, hoping to ease the awkwardness.

He nods, giving me a shy smile. He thanked me after I gave him the information.

"No problem." I walk to my car and grab the nozzle from my gas tank. I put it back into its machine while he does the same. "I hope to see you around."

He winks before I slip into my front seat. I smile at his small but powerful gesture and pray the last words I spoke to him become true.

And they did, just not in the way I would've imagined. What I didn't expect was to see a monster—a real monster—attack someone important to me. Two FBI agents tracked me down in my hometown for an interview. And just my luck, the agents happened to be the gentlemen I met earlier. Their faces were just as surprised to see me as I was them.

A knock sounded on the front door. I pause my movie before surreptitiously peeking out of the living room window that faces the street. My eyes widen as I see a familiar classic car parked outside my house. My heart rate spiked, knowing that the Impala could only belong to the man I met just the other day. Panicking, I push myself off the couch and run to the bathroom.

I look in the mirror and see a nightmare staring back. My eyes were red and puffy, and my hair was in shambles. I heard another knock, but this time louder. With no time to run a brush through my bird's nest of hair, I groan in frustration. I drag myself out of the bathroom before the rapid pounding begins against the front door.

"Coming!" I yell while combing my fingers through my thickly tangled brunette curls.

I stand just before the door and take a moment to breathe. After straightening the sweats I chose to lounge in, I curse myself for not being presentable at a time like this. I suck in a breath before reaching for the door handle, bracing myself for the judgment and embarrassment that was guaranteed to come my way. In one quick motion, I swing open the wooden door to see the two familiar, tall, handsome men standing before me.

Their eyes became wide as they recognized who I was. I self-consciously sink into my hoodie, shy from their attention.

"Mari..." says Dean, just as surprised to see me.

"What are you guys doing here?" I ask, confused.

"We're uh, we're FBI agents. Just came to ask Maricela a few questions." The gentleman with long hair answers. "Is she home?"

"That's me," My eyebrows knit together. "Wait a minute, you're FBI agents?" I ask, not believing them as I eye up their suits.

"Yes." Dean and I locked eyes, and I could tell from his facial expression that he was hiding something.

"Let me see your badges." The words spilled out of my mouth.

They exchanged a look as if they didn't know what to do. They fumbled over their words before I cut them off.

"Well," I cross my arms. "Let's see it."

"Look, I don't think we need to—" Dean starts.

"Then you're not coming in. Plain and simple." I sass, standing my ground to the suspicious strangers.

Sighing in defeat, they pull their badges from their inner suit pockets. I push my glasses up the bridge of my nose before taking their badges for a closer look. My eyes thoroughly examine their IDs, noticing an off detail, realizing why they were, or at least Dean was, hesitant about showing their badges. I hand them back before recrossing my arms.

"So... Jimmy, huh?" 'Dean' looks at me in confusion before the realization dawns upon his face. "I recalled you introducing yourself as 'Dean.'"

"Well, uh..." I see him struggle for an excuse. "I go by my middle name. Each time someone called for 'Jimmy,' my dad and I didn't know who they were referring to. So yeah, I—uh, I go by Dean."

I give him a 'you've got to be joking' look. He clears his throat and smiles, trying to play it cool.

"Right..." I stare at his face, hoping to magically remember where I knew him from—other than the day we met. Knowing my luck wasn't great, I brushed it off once again.

"May we come in?" Mr. Robert Plant asks.

With the faintest nod, I step aside to let them pass. Once they were in, I closed the door and led them to the living room. They settled on the couch and nervously smiled at me as I sat across from them.

"Are your parents home?" 'Dean' asks.

I shake my head. "No, they're not. But I'd rather get this done and over with, so please make this quick."

They nod before starting. "All right, tell us how you knew the victim. Then, walk us through what you saw last night."

I take a shaky breath, trying to steady my nerves. "Luke and I had been friends for a while. I had the biggest crush on him. I figured he only liked me as a friend, so when he asked me to dinner, how could I have said no? He wanted to drive down to Kenosha and try this new restaurant."

"So, it was a date?" 'Dean' questioned.

"I guess you could call it that. Everything was going great until I stepped away to use the restroom. When I came back... Luke was with another girl." I replay the awful memory. "She was all over him. I was furious! Why ask me out, then allow some random chick to finish our date? It just didn't make any sense. But I refused to stay and watch, so I left..."

My voice began to waver as the emotions I felt the night before came rushing back.

"I called my best friend to come pick me up. While I waited, I decided to go back and confront him, giving him a piece of my mind. That's when I found him..." I hesitate, fearing they wouldn't believe the truth of what I witnessed.

I didn't expect them to, especially since the local cops didn't. For two sole reasons: One. Who ever listens to the crazy person who says monsters are real? Two. I was a minor, and no one takes you seriously if you're under the age of 18—even then.

"Found him..?" 'Dean' asks, sitting at the edge of his seat. My eyes found his, and just for a moment, I felt safe in the comforting pools of green.

My lips part, contemplating what to say next. Hesitation got the best of me, so I settled on; "Dead."

They nod, taking in my statement. "You told the police you saw a monster kill Luke."

I give a dry laugh before nodding in agreement, my gaze wandering. "Yeah, I did."

"Is there anything more you can tell us about this so-called 'monster' you saw?" Robert questions.

"What's the point? You're not gonna believe me. No one else does." I shrug.

"Hey," 'Dean' made it a point for me to make eye contact with him before saying, "We just want to help. So, try us."

I bit the inside of my cheek while frantically searching his beautiful green irises for clarity. His brows furrowed, woven with hope yet silently pleading to trust him. So, with a deep breath, I confessed. "When I went back, he—uh, he was on the ground, and she was... eating him. She looked human, but her face—it changed."

"Changed? Changed how?" Robert eagerly inquired.

"I swear it warped into something snake-like."

The men exchanged glances before fixing their attention back on me. "How did she escape?"

"She heard other people coming near us and ran off. I tried running after her, but she turned a corner and was gone. I called the cops but not before seeing the huge gaping hole in Luke's chest." I numbly say as I stare off into thin air, as his lifeless and mutilated body flashes behind my eyes.

"All I know is whatever that thing is, ain't human. She's a monster, and I swear, she's gonna get what's coming to her." I seethe.

After persuading me to tell the truth, they tried convincing me what I witnessed, what that monster did to my friend, wasn't real.

"Look, Mari," 'Dean' started. "Forget what you think you saw, all right? Cause monsters aren't real. The sooner you realize that the sooner you can cope with your loss."

"My partner's right. It's easy to think that some—" Robert lifts his fingers to add air quotes. "—'monster' could be responsible for your boy friend's death, but the FBI can assure you, there's no such thing. In certain traumatic events, the witness can alter reality the more they try to remember what happened. It could just be that you have an overactive imagination. It happens all the time, especially in kids. I think that's what's going on here."

I glare at them in disbelief. How dare they come into my house and feed me lies—telling me I have an 'overactive imagination.' As natural as breathing, I begin expressing my anger.

"I don't care who you are—I know what I saw. This thing will continue to kill people until it's caught. So why don't you quit wasting your time selling me something I ain't buyin' and find the damn thing!" I say each and every word louder than the last, anger fueling the fire they only fanned higher.

Silence fell between us. It was evident that my outburst caught them off guard, but I couldn't care less. Time and energy were being wasted by trying to convince me otherwise. I take a deep breath and collect my thoughts before getting up from the couch to walk out of the living room.

"Now, if there's nothing else you need from me—" I say while opening the front door. The men take my hint and begin walking towards me. Robert delivers a stiff smile before walking out of the house, leaving me alone with 'Dean.'

"Thank you for your time." He mutters before exiting my home.

"Hey, Page," I called just after he walked down the porch steps. He pivots to meet my gaze. "If you don't find this thing, I will."

With a nod, he turns back around and heads for his car. As soon as they drove away, I threw myself into research. I couldn't shake the feeling that I knew these two from somewhere.

I soon found myself down a rabbit hole.

"Oh shit..." I murmur, finding what I was looking for but not what I expected. Then, it all dawned on me.

Sam and Dean Winchester.

Milwaukee, Wisconsin. That's where I knew them from. They came in January of 2007 and took hostages in a bank before escaping, dressed as SWAT agents. They were a huge story, especially since they were wanted for other heinous crimes. Those of which included—credit card fraud, breaking and entering, disturbing a crime scene, impersonation of law enforcement, assaulting an officer, breaking out of jail, mass murder, kidnapping, arson, grand theft auto, grave desecration, and lastly, desecration of corpses. I felt sick to my stomach, knowing I was alone with them. Yet, all I could think about was what they wanted and why they didn't hurt me if they had such a rap. My mind kept racing and racing until I made a plan.

After an hour, I had a theory on what kind of monster killed my friend. So, I decided to confront the mystery men and pray they really were here to help. After changing, I traveled down to the city where they stayed.

I pulled up to the motel and braved myself with a deep breath before exiting my car. I clutched the gun in my purse as I walked over to their room. With determination, I knocked on their door. My heart hammered against my rib cage, wondering if what I was doing was a mistake. Dean opened the door, and his eyes instantly widened. I brush past him and walk into the middle of the room while taking a quick scan, ensuring it was just us three before turning to face them. Without wasting a beat, I jump into business.

"I know who you are," I assert with as much confidence as my voice could muster. "Sam and Dean Winchester."

Their faces dropped at the mention of their real identities.

"Now," I begin. "I want the truth. Who are you."

"Well, if you know our names, you should already know who we are," says Sam.

"I read what the articles wrote about you, even what law enforcement officials have tried charging you with before you were 'killed.' Yet, here you are: alive." I take the loaded gun out of my purse and aim at the brothers. "So tell me, who are you."

The men raised their hands in surrender, no doubt startled to see me wield a deadly weapon. What'd they expect? That I'd walk into the lion's den unarmed? I might be foolish, but I'm not stupid.

"Woah, woah. Mari, put the gun away. It's not a toy." Dean said, taking a step closer.

"No shit, Sherlock." I steady my trembling hands. "Now, somebody better start talking, or I'll start using this thing."

"Okay! Okay!" Dean shouts after hearing the click of the safety release from the trigger. "We'll tell you. Just please, put it down."

I hesitate but lower the weapon at a 45-degree angle, not ready to put it away completely. "You're right. I'm Dean Winchester, this is my brother, Sam. But we're not what everyone says we are. We're... we're hunters."

My brows narrow in confusion. "Hunters?"

"We hunt monsters. We try to save as many people as we can. It's our family business."

I take a deep breath before saying, "I thought you said monsters weren't real."

The brothers seemed to relax when I put the safety back on before shoving the gun back into my purse.

"We had to. It was for your own good. You're too young to learn about the things that go bump in the night." Dean says before sitting at the table near the window, across from Sam.

"I appreciate it, but I can make that decision on my own."

"If you really want to know, it was a Lamia that killed Luke," Sam says, trying to ease the tension between his brother and me.

I nod. "Yeah, I know."

Sam furrowed his eyebrows. "You know?"

"Yeah," I pull out the folded paper I printed earlier. He gets up from his chair, walking closer so I can hand it to him. "I did some research and came across it. Figured it could be a possibility."

"So why did you come here?" Dean asked.

I shifted my eyes to meet his. "Because if those allegations were true, you would've killed me. And you didn't... You came to me, looking for clues to—to help. Bad guys don't do that."

I watch as his eyes soften. He gives me the tiniest smile before nodding.

"Now, how do we kill this thing?" I ask.

"No, no, no." Dean gets up from his chair and walks over.

"What? I'm going to help you kill it." I declare.

"I don't think so, sweetheart." He quickly towers over me. "Leave it to the adults."

"You don't scare me, Dean Winchester," I say confidently.

The truth is, I was—just a little. His lips parted as if he was going to say something back but he didn't.

"I think it's best if we take care of this," Sam interjects.

I fought with them long and hard until I finally wore them down. They agreed I could come with them as long as I stayed out of the way.

We ascended the steps of the church and pushed the heavy doors open. The men led the way before stopping in front of the altar. I gasped once I saw the priest's dead body lying on the floor with his throat cut open.

"Damn it!" Dean cursed. "She got to him first."

"What do we do?" I ask, frightened.

"Call Bobby," said Sam before the Lamia made her way from the back room.

Dean whipped out his phone and dialed whomever Sam referred to.

"What's another way to kill a Lamia?" he eagerly asks. He looks to the priest lying at his feet before saying, "It didn't pan out. What's Plan B?"

While Dean took instructions, the Lamia charged toward us. She dodged Sam's punch before grabbing his clothes and flinging him across the room. He hit the pillar before shouting for his brother. Ignoring me, she runs over with supernatural speed and snatches him away from the column that kept him upright. Dean sprints to the back room just before the Lamia throws the tall man to the floor like he was nothing.

She then straddles him, wrapping one hand around his neck before hissing. Her fangs and forked tongue were on display, just like they were the first time I saw her. Fear freezes me in place, trapping me in the memory of Luke's murder. She uses her unoccupied hand to press her fingertips against Sam's chest as if she were going to plunge it into his body. He tries prying her hands away with no luck. The monster begins to dig her quickly, growing claws into the man, forcing out a pained cry. The sound of his torture pierces through my comatose state, snapping me out of it.

Without second-guessing, I feel my body rush towards the monster, tackling her off the youngest Winchester. I quickly crawl over and grab the knife near Sam. I stand, holding the large blade in front of me. She pants heavily as a slow smile spreads across her face. The same one that burned in my memory that fateful day.

That was enough for me to lunge the large knife at her. She quickly dodged and tried attacking back, only for me to do the same. I finally land a strike on her arm, slicing her skin open. Yet, just as fast as it appeared, I watched her heal. The sudden realization that she couldn't be weakened easily had hit me like a truck. She took the opportunity to jump me, knocking the knife out of my hand. We wrestled on the floor before her strength dominated.

"I remember you." Her voice spoke. "You're the girlfriend."

"Shut up." I hiss while trying and failing to push her off of me. Her taunting laughs echo off the church's walls.

"I've got to say, your boy toy tasted amazing." She adds to the torment. A fresh set of tears fills my eyes. I turn my head and see the knife not too far away. I look at her again while I reach for the knife. "Don't worry, sweetie. He didn't suffer... that much."

My fingertips lightly grazed the edge of the handle. With one last stretch, I grasped onto it, and with one swift motion, I jammed the blade into the monster's throat.

"I said—" Her eyes widen in shock before I yank the knife out. "Shut up!"

She stumbled off, allowing me to get away. I push myself off the ground and run towards Sam, still lying on the floor.

"C'mon." I pull him up with all my strength before shifting some of his weight onto me.

We stumble to the back room where Dean was with the Lamia on our asses. Once we were in the kitchen, Dean tossed what seemed to be herbs out of the bowl he held at the evil creature. She flinched as if it had stung while Dean pulled the stove away from the wall. The monster fixed her eyes on the older Winchester, ready to pounce. I threw myself in her path before she—very easily— flung me out of the way. I groaned in pain as I tried to sit up. Sam followed my actions, only for him too to be cast aside.

"Fire in the hole!" Dean shouted before lighting the gas that seeped out of its line.

We watch as the Lamia burns to a crisp while listening to her violent shrieks. Once she was dead, Dean cut the gas, putting out the fire. My chest rises and falls, trying to calm down yet attempting to register everything that just happened. Dean walks in front of me and offers me a hand. I hesitantly accept before he pulls me off the floor.

"Are you all right?" he asks.

I nod with reassurance before Sam walks over to us. "I'm fine."

"It's over now." Dean rubs my back. "She can't hurt anybody else."

After the hunt, they took me out to dinner. It was less eating, at least for me, and more them giving me the talk about all that is dangerously real in the world. It goes without saying I became a hunter that day. Once I turned 18, I made it a full-time job. As much as Dean hated the fact that I fell into hunting and as much as he tried to stop me, I would help them on cases if we were near one another. After hunts, we always found time to hang out. They became my closest and most trusted friends, family even. We were always there for each other, especially at our lowest. Sam was the big brother I never had, while Dean was the crush I never seemed to get over.

Since the day I met him, my feelings for the older Winchester have only grown stronger. Each moment spent with him was bittersweet, knowing I was so close yet so far away from where I craved to be. But anything was better than nothing at all. Even with Sam's year-long encouragement, I refused to tell his brother how I felt in fear of rejection. The timing was another reason I hadn't confessed my undying love as each Big Bad became worse than the last. Things got a little more complicated when every angel fell from Heaven only to receive worse news when I called Dean to question 'The Global Meteor Shower.'

"Mari," Dean's hoarse voice spoke. "It's Sam... He's in the hospital."

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Student!Dean Winchester AU x student! reader

A/N: I still have a grudge over the person who took my seat this semester, like MOVE. btw with the end, I didn't know how to end this story sooo come up with a better ending in your head I bet it's much better than mine.

Summary: Everyone knows that if someone sits in the same spot for more than a day in class then that is their seat for the rest of the semester. So when Y/N comes to class she finds a surprise, and the competition for the seat begins.

Warnings: Language

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Another day another lecture. Y/N was exhausted from work the night before. So she was late to class, she’d been late before so she quickly got dressed had some cereal, and drove to school. When she came in she saw a guy with darkish blonde hair, little bits of freckles on his face, and the immediate smell of leather from his jacket. Y/N with a smile said, “Hi, excuse me, this is my seat.” She said in the most respectful tone to convince him to move.

Dean faced her and looked up and down at her then turned his head behind him and pointed at the empty seats “Go find another one sweetheart there are no assigned seats here.” He smirked before going back to his notes. Y/N’s mouth was slightly open. She marched back to the row behind him and sat down. Her seat didn’t feel right. Her seat was perfectly in the middle where she could see everything and be able to see no matter how tall a person is. Now this guy who took her spot’s hair is in the way. She grumbled as she took her notes constantly moving her body side to side to see what the professor was writing.

The next day came around and Y/N managed to get her seat in time by being 20 minutes early to class. Ridiculous, she knows that. But this seat is the best in the class and there’s no way she’s giving up without a fight. The lecture hall started filling up with the usual students. But Dean arrived 10 minutes early after Y/N. So when he saw the seat was taken Y/N looked down at the door and smirked. Dean growled in anger and sat down in the row behind her. “Bitch…” he muttered under his breath. Y/N looked behind her “It’s Y/N at least get my name right.” She said before returning to her work.

After the next couple of days, the fight for the chair turned…a little more competitive than it needed to be. Dean was known for his pranks on Sam. So he decided to use his master gift of pranks and use it on Y/N for the glory seat in the lecture hall. So when class ended and everyone left, Dean wrote down that the class was switched over to room 403. So he smirked as he left the class. And at room 403 he wrote a little note for Y/N.

The next day Y/N woke up early and got to class 20 minutes early like usual. When she saw the note on the board she went to room 403 which was a long walk from her regular lecture class. So when she reached the room her face dropped

‘Dumbass -Dean’

Y/N knew his name now. But that was the least of her worries. She ran out of the class and back to her regular lecture hall where she saw Dean smirk at her and wink back at her. She had a mad face and walked to the seat behind him. “Fucking asshole.” She muttered. “Looks stupid in that jacket.” She muttered as she dug her pencil into her notebook causing the led to crack.

One time as Y/N was walking to class she saw Dean was right beside her. They both made eye contact as one walked faster than the other and at that point been almost running. Allison being such a talented actor almost fell to her knees as her arms went to her lower torso. “Ahh!” She muttered like she was in pain. Dean’s smile immediately dropped as he went to her in worry and crouched down. “Hey! Hey, you ok?” He asked helping her up. Allison smiled and immediately ran “idiot!” She yelled as she ran for the seat laughing.

Then after a few weeks, it got…extreme. Both Dean and Y/N set up pillows in front of the lecture hall and covered themselves with blankets. “What time is your alarm?” Y/N asked smugly.

“5:45.” “Well I’ll set mine for 5:40.” She smirked. Dean immediately yelled out “Siri, change the alarm to 5:50!” Y/N looked back in anger. “Siri set the alarm for 6:00!” “Siri, disable Y/N’s phone.” Her mouth was wide open “You can’t do that! Siri self-destruct!” Their feud was like it wasn’t going to end. They kept going at it until Y/N just had enough.

Y/N was late for class and she competed with Dean so much she forgot to wash her jacket. It was so cold outside and in the lecture hall. So she grabbed whatever long sleeve she had left and went to class. She saw Dean at the seat with a smirk. She came up to him “Listen, I’m done. Just take it, it’s yours.” She mumbled while shivering. Dean's smirk faded as his eyes followed her to go to the seat behind him. Which they called the loser seat since whoever didn’t get the chair would sit there behind it. Dean had so many layers on him so he took off his jacket and walked behind her. He dumped his jacket over her shivering body.

She looked behind her and looked at him. “Now you’re the stupid one with the jacket.” He said as he smiled remembering what she said about him those first days. Y/N’s face turned red, she thought he didn’t hear her. “Sorry about that by the way…” she said awkwardly. “Thanks.” She muttered as she adjusted the jacket to fit better. She had to admit she felt much warmer. So when Dean returned to the seat. He couldn’t help but feel upset. Why did he feel bad, he won, and after weeks and weeks of competing for the seat why did he feel worse?

When class was over Y/N returned the jacket to him “Thanks, I was freezing in there.” She said. Dean smiled as he put it back on her. “It’s freezing out here, just make sure not to dirty it, it’s a bitch to have it dry cleaned.” He said as he grabbed his backpack and walked away. Y/N sat there still shocked. She put on his jacket properly. And when she put it on she immediately smelt the genuine leather, wood, and men’s cologne he always wore. Y/N had to admit he was somewhat cute. His emerald eyes and his cute little freckles on his face. It’s almost like she wanted to kiss- wait what the hell was she thinking?

As she began doing her chores at her apartment she kept looking at the leather jacket that was hanging, it annoyed her that she couldn’t stop thinking about him.

As for Dean, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Whenever he talked to Sam it was always about the competitions, every single topic Sam tries to tell, Dean always tries to make some connection to Y/N or the seat competition. “Dude shut up, I get it. You poured water on the seat and got her butt wet. You told me…20 times.” Sam said. Dean’s face dropped “Hey it was funny.” He defended. “Just admit you like her,” Sam told him in a reliving tone.

“I don’t like her.” Dean smiled. “Dude no, she’s a crybaby about a seat.” “So were you!” Dean looked down and agreed to himself he was a crybaby too. “Dude, you talk about her all the damn time.” Dean leaned back on his bed, where he and Sam were talking. “Dude no I don’t.”

“Y/N woke up so early for this, Y/N was hurt so I thought she needed help, Y/N is smart for choosing that seat, Y/N this, Y/N that. Just admit it!” He said hoping to bring his brother to his senses. “Fine, ok I thought she was hot, plus that added spunk in her caught my attention more,” Dean admitted. Sam could only smirk. “See big brother it wasn’t that hard.” He cooed at Dean. “shut up.” he said back.

Y/N gave up. The perfect seat was gone. She wasn’t a sore loser so she just let him have it. She got his leather jacket he let her borrow then her bag and made her way to class. When she arrived she saw Dean sitting next to the chair they fought for with his bag on the seat like he was saving it.

“Hey, thanks for letting me borrow it, I promise nothing happened to it while I had it,” she said handing Dean back his jacket. Dean smiled and put it back on, he smelled her perfume mixed with his cologne that was lingering on the jacket. “Thanks.” he smiled back as he got back to his notes. Y/N stood there still wondering why the seat was not taken. “Why aren't you sitting in the good spot? Isn’t that why we fought for so long?” she smiled. Dean looked at her and chuckled, “Well, you had it first, my mom taught me better than to steal a lady's seat. So by all means sit.”

Y/N smiled as Dean took his bag off the chair and placed it on the floor. As she sat down and gathered her things on the desk to begin working, Dean looked at her “Did you have fun at least… know with this thing happening?” Y/N giggled, “I did have to admit some parts were funny, but it was not funny when you stuck gum on the chair. It took me hours to take it all off.” she said. “I'm sorry, but you gotta admit it was funny.�� he laughed. This was the first time he noticed her. He notices her hair, her eyes, her clothes, the little keychains on her backpack, and the colors on the highlighters she has. “I’m Dean, Dean Winchester,” he said with his hand out for a handshake. Y/N smiled as she took her hand in his, “Y/N L/N.” “Well Y/N I officially call a truce,” he said. Gripping even harder on her hand. “And I officially call an agreement.” she smiled.

“Do you wanna go to lunch after class? There's this diner and trust me every seat is good.” Dean asked her smiling. Y/N’s face grew pink and she nodded her head. “Sure.” she agreed. Who knew a guy Y/N grew to dislike became someone she could tolerate and maybe even like at this school. And it was all because of a chair.

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lokigonnakmsforbucky · 1 year ago

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Perfect (S.W.)

Sam Winchester x Plus sized F! Reader

Request: maybe some s1/2 sam? it’s the reader's first time, and sam js is really sweet to her, focusing on her pleasure, guiding her through everything, and noticing how she reacts to his touches and teasing her, just like body worship lol. nicknames, Sam being lowkey an oral god🤭 lol. maybe the reader is just a little bit shy because she is more chubby? idk if this makes sense but yeah!! I hope you can do this, have a lovely day <3 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Rating: Mature (minors DNI)

Warning: Some violence, p n v, unprotected (Wrap it before you tap it!), Sam Is an oral god 🤧, talk of insecurities, loss of virginity.

Gif, not mine*

A/N I am accepting requests and making a supernatural tag list!

The lock behind you clicking locked sounded like music to your ears. Working straight after class from 4-12 was exhausting, to say the least, at a bar nonetheless. Annoying college frat boys, creepy old men, prostitutes (get the bag sis), you get it though life is hard.

“Only two more months then Im out of here…” You whispered under your breath. You were right though, only two more months at Standford and you were off to do big things in the world.

The walk back to your small apartment outside of campus was cold and damp. You could feel how moist the air was and the cold breeze hit your face and your legs, yet you loved this weather. Not too hot nor too cold just a bit chilly. The trees around you had orange leaves and every house you pass had pumpkins outside carved with scary or funny faces. Halloween was just around the corner. You were ready for it.

For the first time in two years, you were ready for this Halloween. After everything that happened.

Jess.

You couldn’t believe what happened when you found out that Jessica, one of your closest friends from elementary school was killed in a freak fire accident and her boyfriend Sam found her.

You, Sam, and Jess were inseparable at Stanford. Even days before her death you guys were at a bar celebrating Halloween. Well, jess was. You and Sam were wearing the most boring casual clothes ever. You both didn’t like the attention.

The Party scene, the crazy frat boys, insane sorority girls. Wasn’t your thing. It wasn’t his. But it was all for Jess. Which made the arrangement work.

You lost contact with Sam shortly after Jess’s death. Which stung. Thinking he was one of your best friends and you lost your other to the crazy fire. Yet, life goes on.

The door to your apartment was dull, no sign on the door. No welcome mat. Nothing that indicated a human living there. Thats how you liked it.

You opened the door to find it pitch black in the room before you.

Thats odd. Did I turn the lights off? I swear I don't remember turning them off before I left.

Your mind was racing with questions, you reached towards the left, using the dim hallway lighting to shine just enough for you to see your light switch. You flick it and your apartment shines.

Your apartment was dull. School textbooks on the counter, your backpack on the chair. Your small tv looked dusty in the living room from the lack of use, and the sad couches that hardly were sat on.

You were never home hardly, from working shifts at the bar and school. The only downtime you had was in your bedroom in the comfort of your bed with the latest Stephen King book at your disposal.

You hang your jacket on the hanger and throw your keys on the counter. You sigh loudly, your body was ready for that date to the bed.

A bang in your room made you break your train of thought. You turn your head towards your room and grab a kitchen knife. Slowly making your way towards your room, your heartbeat was picking up slowly.

Your door was open like it was before, but you could feel that something was off. You flicked the light on and nothing was there. But, you discovered that your window was wide open and your books from your end table were on the floor.

You walk towards the window and slide it shut and look out. Nothing seemed to be different yet...something felt off.

You took another breath before you felt arms lock your upper half. You scream and thrash to no avail.

"Please don't be scared...I'm just very hungry. You will come back...don't worry." The voice belonged to a man, you know. You thrashed again and looked up to see yourself looking back. Your mirror showed the man behind you.

He was a kid...maybe only 19? Looked like a freshman in college in his Standford Sweatshirt. But, his teeth were sharp. You kicked the wall and to your surprise, you broke his hold on you as you both fell to the ground.

This was your chance.

You collected yourself quickly running through the door and into the living room grabbing the closest thing to you for cover. Which in this case was a light fixture.

The boy walked through the door, his breaths were heavy. "Look I didn't want to hurt you. "

"Well, I really wanna hurt you."

Sam? That voice couldn't have been him.

A bang of a shotgun went off from your right, you looked to your side to not only see Sam but another guy with him with the shotgun. The man beside Sam seemed to notice you staring at him. His green eyes piercing into yours.

“Get behind me!” He yelled.

You didn’t have to think twice, you ran behind him and Sam while they took care of the deranged man.

“Close your eyes y/n.” Sam finally spoke to you, a machete in his hand. The man beside him was above the man that was kneeling down in pain with a shotgun pointed at his head. You looked back up at Sam, and his face was still just as handsome as it always was.

“Please.”

You finally closed your eyes. Hearing Sam’s footsteps move in front of you. I could hear the deranged man grunting, “Damn you Winchesters. One of these days. We will Kill you.”

“Well, good thing today isn’t the day then.” You could hear Sam’s voice and then a grunt following with a thud.

“Y/n keep your eyes closed. I don’t want you seeing this.”

You kept your eyes closed, tempted to open them. Just to see Sam. He is finally back… after everything that happened. He’s back.

Maybe this is just a dream?

What felt like hours of your eyes being closed was mere minutes as you heard grunting and a door close soon after.

“You can open your eyes now.”

You slowly opened your eyes, your eyes stung from the bright lights, your vision blurry. You reached your hand up and rubbed your eye one by one. The room was still lit with your lamps on the sides of the couch, but you could see the traces of dark red blood on the floor. You could see they were smeared like they were trying to clean it.

“You…. Killed that boy?” You looked up at Sam, the person you hung out with the most, missed the most after everything that has happened.

“He.. wasn’t a human. He was a vampire and he was gonna turn you Y/n.” Sam’s voice was so quiet, like he was afraid you would be scared of him. But, you knew Sam. He would never lie about this.

“This can’t be real…” You looked around and walked towards the couch. Sam following behind. Sitting beside you.

“It is…everything in the supernatural is. My family has hunted them for years…after my mother died from the yellowed eyed demon. Like Jess.” Sam’s voice cracked of mentioning Jess. You slide you hand in his and squeezed.

“A demon killed her?” You didn’t want to believe it, but it explains how weird her death was.

Sam took a breathe and looked at you, “Yes. He did. But, we are going to kill him. The guy that was with me, thats Dean. My brother. He basically raised me while dad hunted to avenge my mother. Now… it’s just me and him.”

Sam never talked about his family much, but he always mentioned his brother a few times. Which explains the facial similarities of the green eyed hunter.

I took a breathe and let his hand go and rubbed my arm,“Why was the Vampire coming for me?”

Sam sighed, “Me and Dean found leads from recent vampire attacks a few towns over. Has to be a nearby the university. Says why a lot of students went missing too.” You grabbed my phone to see it was now 1:45 am, how has it been almost two hours sense this all happened? “The boy that attacked you, went missing a few weeks back. He was sent to take you.”

“To be a vampire?” Your voice cracked a little in fear. Sam nodded, “I wouldn’t have let that happen. You deserve a good life.”

You finally did what you wanted to do for so long, you wrapped your arms around Sam and gave him a hug.

“Sam Winchester you deserve a good life too. Don’t sell yourself short. Thank you for saving my life.”

Sam hugged you back tight, like you were going to disappear any moment.

“Your not safe here Y/n. I got a motel room downtown. Pack clothes and bring a book. I need to know you will be safe.”

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2 weeks later

The last few weeks have been eventful to say the least… Sam came back, you met his Metallica loving brother, they rid of the vampire nest and overall you finally felt at ease after the two years of not knowing what happened to Jess.

Sam and Dean stayed near Stanford to keep an eye on you and make sure all is well. Coming down any other day and eating at the diner or having a drink at the bar, (which meant free drinks while your manager wasn’t working since you were the bartender), and having a new friend and your best friend back. All was well.

Yet, you could feel some tension between you and Sam. You’ve always had a small crush on him, who hasn’t though? His thick hair, his height, his hazel eyes, plus his personality? People would be crazy to not have a tiny crush on him.

But, with this small crush you could feel the guilt in the back of your mind. This man was one of your best friend’s boyfriend.

What would Jess think if she was alive?

“Y/n!” Sam’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked up at him, your popcorn still in your lap as you we’re watching Scream on the Tv with Sam.

You came back home a few days ago and Sam wanted to spend a night over, since tomorrow he and Dean will be heading to South Dakota to see a friend of the family’s.

“Yeah?”

“You okay? You’ve been quiet for 30 minutes and you usually never shut up about Billy and Stu.”

“I’m just thinking…”

Sam paused the movie and turned towards me. “Spill it.”

You sighed and laugh a little. “Sam, it’s nothing.”

Sam took the popcorn out of my hands and scooted closed towards me, “Must be something if you are quiet for a long period of time.”

You took a breathe, Sam wasn’t gonna give up until you told him what was on your mind, “I’m just thinking about my future. I guess.” You laughed nervously.

“Your future? What about it?”

“Just thinking about everything, what I’m gonna be doing, Where I will be, If I would marry. Stuff like that.” Sam looked at you seriously after you mentioning marriage.

“Y/n, if someone wouldn’t marry you. I would be very surprised. Who wouldn’t? Your funny, down to earth, strong and plus your personality is amazing.”

You laughed, “Yeah. No. I’m not the looks of someone to be married.”

Moments passed, The silence thickened. You could hear your own breathing and Sam set down the popcorn on the table and took the blanket off of me and him. “Get up and come with me.”

“What?”

Sam grabbed my hands and pulled me up towards him. “Come with me. I have to show you something.” As he said that he took your right hand in his and walked towards your room and opened the door.

Your room looked the same as it always did. Bed maid, your window closed, your books on the table.

Sam took you in front of the mirror, him standing behind you.

“What do you see?”

You look at him through the mirror and give him an odd look.

“What?”

Sam took a breath, “In the mirror, what do you see?”

“I see me…. We done?”

“No. You see yourself, what do you see about you? What do you like or dislike?”

You rolled your eyes, “What’s your point, Sam?”

"I want you to see the beautiful woman, I see."

Beautiful? He was talking about me? Your mind was spiraling in thoughts. Years of self-doubt, men leaving you since you didn't fit into their "desires". Just to have Sam, your best friend and crush call you beautiful looking at you with no makeup, shorts that showed your curve, thick thighs touching each other, and a tank top that didn't hide your bloated stomach.

Beautiful.

"I want you to see how perfect you are to me. Your personality, your smile, how you change the room. " Sam chuckles, "Even your weird obsession with old 90 movies." Sam's hands gently roam down your body to be around your waist.

Beautiful. Perfect.

Not in a million years those two words would fall out of anyone's mouth. Not Sam's at least, You never would have thought that he would talk about you like that.

“Everything of yours is perfect. Your curves, your hips, your smile. " As he said that his hands were all over your body...touching every inch gently. You look at Sam through the mirror, "Sam..." Seeing his hands on your body felt fantastic and right.

"I know the past two years have been hard, I wish I was here for you. Things happened...but I am here now." Sam said his hand was now on my cheek caressing softly. "Let me have this chance."

You took a deep breath, this felt like a dream. Sam Winchester really said that and meant that.

You look up at Sam and nod your head. Instantly his lips met yours.

The kiss was full of passion yet gentle. Like You were a fragile art piece in a museum. His hand was on your waist and he pulled you in closer as he finished the kiss.

"Is this okay?" His hand had my shirt. You nodded your head and he took your shirt off revealing your black bra.

You covered your stomach as Sam looked at you, he wrapped his hands on your arms and moved them away, "I told you that you are beautiful, don't hide yourself from me.

Sam pinned your arms to your side and from your lips down to your stomach near the top of your pants. He kissed every scar, and stretch mark as he went. Whispering all sorts of sweet nothings, while he kissed you.

Sam looked up at you and smiled, "Take your pants off and lay on the bed baby girl."

You took a deep breath and turned from Sam, slipping your pants off and laying down on the bed. Sam was now shirtless and working on his pants.

Once he was left in his boxers he walked towards you and climbed on top of you, his face above yours. He gave you a small kiss on the forehead, the tip of the nose, and finally your lips.

It felt euphoric, the amount of times you never thought this would happen or even think you would be alone for all your life was out of the equation. You were happy.

With his small kisses, Sam cupped your breasts in his hands and softly squeezed them. Making you moan out softly. He lifted you up and unclipped your bra. You slipped out of your bra and allowed him to throw it on the floor. He kissed you once more before fondling your breasts and using his mouth on your nipple, swirling his tongue around your sensitive bud.

You softly moan and hold his head. Yanking his hair softly, Sam releases your nipple and looks up at you, "Better be careful Y/n. I want to take my time, but I will take you right now if you want."

Sam kissed your breasts and went down to your clothed pussy. Kissing the top of your underwear. His dirty talk made you feel excited for what's to come. Your underwear was soaked and Sam knew it, he rubbed your clothed pussy up and down making you moan out loud.

This was really happening. You were going to lose your virginity to Sam.

"Sam... I've never done this before." You admitted to him. He looked up at you and kissed your lips softly, "If you wanna stop we-" Before he could finish his sentence you cut him off with another kiss.

"I want you Sam."

You kissed Sam once more, deepening this kiss. His hands go back to your underwear and easily slide them off.

He breaks the kiss and goes down to my pussy, looking up at you before licking up and sucking on my clit. You moan out loud feeling the sensation of his tongue, Sam licked up and down and sucked on your clit before using a finger and thrusting in your pussy.

His one finger felt amazing inside, yet it stretched you out. If you couldn't take a finger. When he finally goes inside it may not fit. But, no matter the pleasure right now was overwhelming. You didn't want it to stop.

Sam does stop abusing your clit, rubbing your pussy, and adding another finger. You close your eyes and arch your back up, moaning out.

He was paying attention to everything that made you feel nothing but pleasure. He used his two fingers in a scissoring motion and that plus his mouth on you took you over the edge.

Your eyes feel blurry and your breaths are heavy, you could feel Sam's eyes on you. He leans up and kisses you. "Feel good baby girl?"

You smile and nod, "Yes."

You never noticed that Sam slipped his boxers off, his length hitting your thigh. You look down and take a breath.

It's a lot bigger than I thought...I don't think it would fit.

Your mind was spiraling and you could feel your nerves go through the roof.

"Don't overthink, keep your eyes on me. It will be uncomfortable but I am right here." Sam noticed you were in your head. His hands were rubbing your legs comfortably to make you relax. He kissed you gently and pulled you close to him as he rubbed his cock near your entrance.

Sam pulled away looking at you in your eyes, "You ready?"

A moment passed and you finally nodded your head. You wanted it You leaned up and kissed Sam once more. The head of his cock rubbing against your cunt.

During the kiss Sam thrusted in, You gasped in the kiss and he stopped moving while you looked like you were in discomfort.

When your face relaxed he thrusted again slowly until you told him to go faster.

The pleasure felt amazing, nothing felt better than being with Sam. You didn't want anyone else but him, the feel of his kisses, his touch. Was the most amazing thing you have ever felt.

The feeling of his cock filling you up to the brim felt amazing, how you stretched around to fit him and only him.

Sam was grunting as he thrusted, he started to moan softly kissing you while he thrusted into you. He gripped the sheets beside you as you gripped his shoulders filling him into you.

Sam pulled out and came on your stomach, "Sorry.." He chuckled and grabbed his shirt and cleaned you up, You smiled and looked down at him cleaning you up.

The one thing you knew for sure was that not only Sam was your first love, but no matter what he would always be your last.

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randomperson99sworld · 2 months ago

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Ruffled Feathers Masterlist:

A/N: Hey guys, I’m new to all this but I tried making a masterlist so it would be easier for you guys to read the story in order instead of having to scroll all the way through posts to find your next chapter. I honestly don’t know if I even did this right, I know clicking on links might be a little annoying but hopefully it’s easier than before. Sorry I suck at this lmao. Masterlist will be updated as I go.

Prologue: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762086871314694144/ruffled-feathers-prologue-summary-julia

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762089221484855296/ruffled-feathers-part-one-summary-julia

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762090015825248256/ruffled-feathers-part-2-summary-julia

Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762090512312336384/ruffled-feathers-part-3-summary-julia

Part 4: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762111544568037376/ruffled-feathers-part-4-summary-julia

Part 5: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762112342203006976/ruffled-feathers-part-5-summary-julia

Part 6: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762115645301211136/ruffled-feathers-part-6-summary-julia

Part 7: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762121495110713344/ruffled-feathers-part-7-summary-julia

Part 8: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762122561964457984/ruffled-feathers-part-8-summary-julia

Part 9: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762123524658921472/ruffled-feathers-part-9-summary-julia

Part 10: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762124421716688896/ruffled-feathers-part-10-summary-julia

Part 11: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762145158777143296/ruffled-feathers-part-11-summary-julia

Part 12: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762146153376694272/ruffled-feathers-part-12-summary-julia

Part 13: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762146698178985984/ruffled-feathers-part-13-summary-julia

Part 14: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762158691939155968/ruffled-feathers-part-14-summary-julia

Part 15: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762159251047219200/ruffled-feathers-part-15-summary-julia

Part 16: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762161016171872256/ruffled-feathers-part-16-summary-julia

Part 17: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762169239928979456/ruffled-feathers-part-17-summary-julia

Part 18: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762169828243079168/ruffled-feathers-part-18-summary-julia

Part 19: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762188938320429056/ruffled-feathers-part-19-summary-julia

Part 20: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762190108311060480/ruffled-feathers-part-20-summary-julia

Part 21: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762190978264252416/ruffled-feathers-part-21-summary-julia

Part 22: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762192254730420224/ruffled-feathers-part-22-summary-julia

Part 23: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762192979407601664/ruffled-feathers-part-23-summary-julia

Part 24: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762202825753280512/ruffled-feathers-part-24-summary-julia

Part 25: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762213920647872512/ruffled-feathers-part-25-summary-julia

Part 26: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762214245556420608/ruffled-feathers-part-26-summary-julia

Part 27: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762215401169027072/ruffled-feathers-part-27-summary-julia

Part 28: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762217193763192832/ruffled-feathers-part-28-summary-julia

Part 29: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762244875246829568/ruffled-feathers-part-29-summary-julia

Part 30: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762247003362197504/ruffled-feathers-part-30-summary-julia

Part 31: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762247696053649408/ruffled-feathers-part-31-summary-julia

Part 32: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762248567529390080/ruffled-feathers-part-32-summary-julia

Part 33: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762250684353708032/ruffled-feathers-part-33-summary-julia

Part 34: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762251511143235584/ruffled-feathers-part-34-summary-julia

Part 35: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762254465808138240/ruffled-feathers-part-35-summary-julia

Part 36: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762257021221404672/ruffled-feathers-part-36-summary-julia

Part 37: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762258329416433664/ruffled-feathers-part-37-summary-julia

Part 38: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762259348910129152/ruffled-feathers-part-38-summary-julia

Part 39: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762260265680158720/ruffled-feathers-part-39-summary-julia

Part 40: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762284047776022528/ruffled-feathers-part-40-summary-julia

Part 41: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762285093409767424/ruffled-feathers-part-41-summary-julia

Part 42: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762287467048189952/ruffled-feathers-part-42-summary-julia

Part 43: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762293696008945664/ruffled-feathers-part-43-summary-julia

Part 44: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762296992915390465/ruffled-feathers-part-44-summary-julia

Part 45: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762334550733045762/ruffled-feathers-part-45-summary-julia

Part 46: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762335850393747456/ruffled-feathers-part-46-summary-julia

Part 47: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762337630770937856/ruffled-feathers-part-47-summary-julia

Part 48: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762339406091862016/ruffled-feathers-part-48-summary-julia

Part 49: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762351473235492865/ruffled-feathers-part-49-summary-julia

Part 50: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762352432956293120/ruffled-feathers-part-50-summary-julia

Part 51: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762367880231878656/ruffled-feathers-part-51-summary-julia

Part 52: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762374088709865472/ruffled-feathers-part-52-warning-age

Part 53: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762374808945262592/ruffled-feathers-part-53-summary-julia

Part 54: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762375916590710784/ruffled-feathers-part-54-summary-julia

Ruffled Feathers Bonus Content:

Bonus chapter 1: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762485022115643392/ruffled-feathers-bonus-chapter-1-summary

Bonus chapter 2: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762506655882772480/ruffled-feathers-bonus-chapter-2-summary

Bonus chapter 3: https://www.tumblr.com/randomperson99sworld/762507874962374656/ruffled-feathers-bonus-chapter-3-summary

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retromotherfuckers · 4 months ago

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If You Win Or Lose

Characters:

morgan winchester (OC), john winchester, sam and dean are only mentioned, will mciver (OC)

Summary:

after the death of the boy she loves, morgan runs away. but nothing lasts forever.

Warnings:

SPN typical alcohol abuse & violence, themes of mental illness, parental abuse, MAJOR gaslighting, character death. please let me know if i missed anything

Word Total:

2,425

A/N:

you don't need to read When The Sun Sets to understand this. this is a one shot within that universe, but it predates that series, and also the show itself

it is of my humble opinion that john was an abuser, even if the show refused to acknowledge that. this is essentially an insight into his and morgan's relationship

so yeah, this one ain't too happy. i don't think i'm capable of writing happy shit 💀

morgan may have fallen in love w a dude but our girl is not straight

italics are flashbacks or thoughts

dean: 19, morgan: 18, sam: 15

Four fingers of whiskey fill and drain over and over. In the shitty hotel bar, she sat up against the decaying oak wall in a flimsy chair. A hazy world surrounded her, everything moving in slow motion. The few other stragglers had no notion of what was brewing in her mind - the darkness that shrouded her eyes, making colors look muted in the small neighborhood. It seemed no one knew how much she depended on the amber liquid to keep things still.

Morgan had been around people all her life, but she'd never once felt a real kind of companionship with them. She knew her brothers cared because they had to; she knew they tried. She just wished that when they asked if life was okay, they'd somehow know her answer was bullshit. That they'd somehow cut off the lies spilling from her lips and just say that they know.

But Sammy was only fifteen. He wasn't old enough to really be able to tell, and if he could, she was the older sister. What she said was what he believed. And Dean was Dean. Not the best emotional support person.

They never did catch it, and that was the point. As long as she said she was fine, they believe it because that's what they want to hear. They didn't want to know that she hadn't felt like her home was her home in years. Even if that home was the rumble of an engine and cassettes so loud, she couldn't hear herself think.

They didn't know that she had done things only the lowest of the low would even think of just to keep moving. They don't want to know that the only reason she got out of bed was so she could ease the hangover from the night before. They didn't want to know how hard it was to ask when it was her turn for anything better than this and to keep getting ignored. They didn't want to know that her real reason for living was gone but that his dying wish was for her to keep going.

"Just promise me you'll try."

They didn't want to know that sometimes she could hurt so bad that she stopped feeling anything at all. That she knew her heart was still beating, but her lungs had stopped pumping oxygen. That waiting for her eyes to stop feeling so heavy while she watched the world spin was worse than actually being a part of it. And even with all that frigid emptiness, there was a widening hole in her chest where a person used to be. And now that he was gone, the ceiling was about to cave in, and all she had left to hold it up was a little white bag and a bottle.

"Where the hell have you been?" The familiar voice broke her from her thoughts, the same that had been repeating for months, on and off, like a scratched record. She didn't have to look up to see who it was. She knew that voice. It's half of the voices that raised her, but not the one who deserved the credit.

She didn't acknowledge him, stuck staring at her drink. His voice made her shiver, and she was too much of a damn coward to face him. "Around."

"Really?" John said, his tone hardening with her one-word response. "'Cause to me, it looks like you ran away and went missing like a child. For. Two. Months."

She took a large gulp of her drink, almost downing the whole thing in one go. She had rehearsed this conversation countless times, waiting for the flash of civilian life to end and for him to find her. But now that it was happening, she felt like a fishing boat in a storm, tossed around by waves of fear and wrath.

Her father's gaze was oppressive, cold, and unyielding. Green eyes cut into her, making her feel like he was staring right through her. She always felt small around him. He had always known the right words to use to humiliate her.

"Let's go," He ordered, not even sitting down. It was like he knew this wasn't even a discussion to be had. She would obey, and that was the end of it. "The boys are waiting."

"Dad," Morgan began, her voice shaky and horse. "I'm not going back."

She could imagine John's lips curled into a sneer as his eyes bore into her. Daring her to defy him more. "You don't get a choice. You're coming. That's final."

Morgan felt a surge of anger. "Why can't you just let me be? I know what's good for me more than you do."

John stepped closer, his face inches from hers. "You belong with your family, not out here alone when we're not there to protect you. I taught you better than that."

It wasn’t praise. John Winchester wouldn’t know praise if it bit him in the ass. He did teach her better than that, and since she’s deliberately not following orders, she’s less than worthless.

She recoiled slightly, the familiar pang of anxiety twisting in her gut. "This isn't about family, dad, it's about-" She fumbled over her words, unsure if she could say it, but hoping for some surge of courage she hadn't had her whole life. "It's about how you can't stand that I'm walking around without you making my own decisions. You just wanna control me-"

John's hand lashed out, slapping the counter beside her, making her visibly flinch and effectively cutting her off. "After everything I've done for you, this is how you repay me? I don't need to control you; you need me to do it. To keep you alive," he sneered. "And the running away from your shit and pretending we don't exist just proves it."

Morgan's eyes welled with tears, but she refused to let them fall. "Everything you've done," Her voice shook as she spoke. "You've done for yourself and your twisted little fantasy of finding the thing that killed Mom."

He grabbed her wrist, his grip like a vise. "Oh, yeah? And what do you think you can do to stop me?" She yanked her arm free, the skin already bruising. His eyes narrowed, and for a moment, she thought she saw a flicker of doubt. But then his expression hardened, and he took a step closer, his shadow enveloping her. "You're making a big mistake, Morgan. You'll regret this."

She took a deep breath, her resolve wavering. The sooner she got away, the better. "The only mistake I made was not getting out earlier."

As she turned to leave, John's hand shot out, grabbing her shoulder and keeping her still. His voice was low and twisted with fury. The deep growl and the warmth of his breath in her ear made chills run up her spine.

"You think you can just walk away from me?"

Morgan's heart sank into her stomach. It wasn't a threat, but she could feel one coming. Her strength was slipping away, the familiar terror clawing at her mind. She'd never be able to hide from him for too long. Just look at her now, it had only been two months.

She was smart. But John was smarter.

"You're coming home, whether you like it or not." He took her stunned stillness as his queue to spin her around, forcing her chin up to look at him. She'd probably have marks on her jaw from how tight he was holding her. "You're really gonna leave us to fend for ourselves? You're so damn selfish-"

"I haven't been selfish a day in my fucking life-"

Her father scoffed as if that was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard. "Well, by your logic, you're picking the wrong time to start." He got closer if it was even possible, and he looked at her like she was the dirt he loved to walk over. "Will's dead, Mo, and it's your fault. I told you not to go on that hunt alone, but what did you fucking do? You ignored me, like always. When are you gonna learn that you need me? Boy-Toy's not coming back, you saw to that. Stop wasting everyone's time and get over it."

Boy-Toy. That's all John saw him as now. Even though he liked to call Will's parents the closest people he had to friends besides Uncle Bobby.

Will had been with them for a year and a half when his parents died. They were helping him look for his aunt, the only family he had left. Only problem was they only knew her first name and that she was his mother's sister. So Will, Morgan and Sam searched for his aunt, while John and Dean searched for the demon.

For a while, things were okay. John was slightly more neutral when Will was around, starting fewer arguments and hitting them less. But when he walked in on them hooking up, Dean had to haul her father off of the boy. And then off of Morgan, too.

Two months ago, Morgan was desperate to prove herself to her father. Dean had already completed three solo hunts as a trial run. John wanted to see what he was capable of. Dean surpassed his expectations, as he always did. A rougarou, two vengeful spirits and a vampire taken care of in three weeks.

Will hadn't wanted to go on that hunt without help, but Morgan was frantic. She had to show her father what she was made of, but when Will discovered her plans, he was not going to let her do it alone.

The air is thick with tension, each step bringing them closer to the lair of the wendigo they've been tracking for days. The forest is dense, moonlight barely piercing the thick canopy above. The silence of the night is broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl.

"Are you sure about this?" Will whispers, his voice barely audible.

Morgan turns to him, her blue eyes fierce and determined. "Yeah! We can do this, I swear."

They press on, the beam of their flashlights cutting through the darkness. Suddenly, a chilling growl echoes through the trees. Their hearts start racing as they tighten their grip on their chosen weapons. They're close.

The wendigo lunges out of the shadows, its eyes glowing with a malevolent type of starvation. Will fires his shotgun, but the creature is too fast. It knocks him to the ground, claws slashing through his shirt.

"Will!" Morgan screams, rushing to him. He struggles beneath the wendigo's weight, blood pooling from his wounds.

"Go!" He shouts, but his words are so garbled she hears her name, like a plea. "It's too strong!"

And Morgan can't leave him; he knows she would never. She swings her machete with all her strength, striking the creature's back. It howls in pain, momentarily distracted. Will uses the opportunity to push it off him, but the wendigo retaliates with a vicious swipe, its claws sinking deep into his chest.

"No!" Morgan drops to her knees beside Will as the wendigo retreats into the shadows. "No, no-"

Will's breathing is ragged, and he squeezes his eyes shut in distress. "Mo... I'm sorry..."

"Don't talk like that," she says, tears already streaming down her face. "You're gonna be okay, you'll be fine. We'll get you back to Dean. He'll know what to do."

Will reaches up, his hand trembling as he gently touches her cheek. His eyes are wet, too, but he quickly tries to hide the pain he's in. He graces her with a smile, but it's gone as fast as it appears.

"Remember when Dean was giving me shit for how long my hair is?" He waits for her to nod. It doesn't take her so long to react because she doesn't remember. She takes a few extra seconds because she can't figure out why he's bringing that up right now. "You shut him up so fast," he says with a strained laugh. "You definitely liked me first."

Morgan chuckles through her tears, but the light memory doesn't last too long in her mind.

He's dying he's dying he's dying

"But I love you, Mo...please...remember that."

"Stop it. You don't get to say that as a goodbye," she demanded, but her voice didn't have the force to make it believable. "You're not allowed to tell me you love me and then die. It's not fair."

"I'll be okay," he rasps. "Just promise me you'll try. Promise me…" His voice fades from there. He has more he wants to say, Morgan can tell, but he used up all his strength.

"Will, please," She begs, her words cracking. "Don't-"

But Will's eyes flutter closed, his hand falls lifelessly to the ground, and Morgan screams.

She doesn't have it in her to set up a pyre. Will doesn't want that. He says it feels barbaric to him. He came from a hunting family and knew it was to prevent the possibility of becoming was a vengeful spirit, but he’s never wavered. He wants a real burial, like normal people have. He wants his family and friends there; they don't have to say anything, just be there.

"It just doesn't feel right, you know? We should be returned to the earth and all that crap. It's more…I don't know, peaceful."

Hours later, as dawn breaks, she buries him under an oak tree. She stands alone - yet another way she's letting him down. Her heart and mind are in tatters, her tears mingle with the soot. She can't face her family, not after what just happened. She can't bear her father’s inevitable punishment. Or her brothers’ pity. Or the possibility that they hate her for letting their friend die.

With one last look at the makeshift grave, Morgan turns and walks away, the shadows of the forest swallowing her whole. She doesn't know where she's going, only that she has to keep moving.

She looked into her father's eyes and saw the unyielding force of his will. In that moment, she knew she had lost.

Defeated, she lowered her gaze, closed her eyes and barely whispered, "Okay."

John's grip loosened slightly, a triumphant smile creeping across his face. Harder than necessary, he slapped her shoulder in appreciation. "Good girl. Now pack your shit. We're leaving in a half hour."

As Morgan turned towards the exit, she felt the weight of his victory settle over her like a cloak. The life she thought she might have wanted crumbled away, leaving only the cold, harsh reality of her father's world. She walked slowly, each step feeling like a surrender, her heart heavy with the knowledge that, for now, he had won.

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nesnejwritings · 5 months ago

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INEFFABLE || SUPERNATURAL REWRITE

Welcome to the Supernatural Rewrite Masterlist! AO3 LINK

SEASON ONE - ( coming soon ) Dakoda Hernandez and Dean Winchester realize their fathers are missing and recruit their younger brothers to find them.

PROLOGUE

EPISODE ONE - PILOT

EPISODE TWO - WENDIGO

EPISODE THREE - DEAD IN THE WATER

EPISODE FOUR - PHANTOM TRAVELER

EPISODE FIVE - BLOODY MARY

EPISODE SIX - SKIN

EPISODE SEVEN - HOOK MAN

EPISODE EIGHT - BUGS

EPISODE NINE - HOME

EPISODE TEN - ASYLUM

EPISODE ELEVEN - SCARECROW

EPISODE TWELVE - FAITH

EPISODE THIRTEEN - ROUTE 666

EPISODE FOURTEEN - NIGHTMARE

EPISODE FIFTEEN - THE BENDERS

EPISODE SIXTEEN - SHADOW

EPISODE SEVENTEEN - HELL HOUSE

EPISODE EIGHTEEN - SOMETHING WICKED

EPISODE NINETEEN - PROVENANCE

EPISODE TWENTY - DEAD MAN'S BLOOD

EPISODE TWENTY-ONE - SALVATION

EPISODE TWENTY-TWO - DEVIL'S TRAP

A/N - I will be posting chapters pretty sporadically and I don't currently have a schedule planned for this series. Anyways, welcome to my first Supernatural series, I hope you enjoy as much as I enjoyed writing it!

SHOUTOUT TO MY BESTIE WHO HELPED MAKE THIS SERIES POSSIBLE @dianawinchester03 I LOVE YOU BESTIE AND I KNOW YOU'VE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS

LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED IN THIS SERIES

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saiacross · 1 year ago

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Bonds Unveiled

Supernatural FanFic : 4,213 Words : Series: Reader-Insert

Chapter 22: Bonds Forged ⚠️ 18+ Smut w/ Dean⚠️

This Work is part of an overarching story that can be read as a one-shot with little overlapping information from other chapters.

⬅ Chapter 21: Confession & Heat 💜 Chapter 23: Days of Truths➡ Master List

Chapter 22: Bonds Forged

⚠️ 18+ Smut w/ Dean⚠️

Y/N's heat comes to an end, though not before Dean aids her in this time for need.

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“Dean~” Y/N's ardent cry reverberated through the room. She arched her back, pushing her hips towards him eagerly, as his thrusts sent ripples of pleasure coursing through her body. The heat between them was palpable and each touch seemed to ignite another surge of scorching fire. Her hands were white-knuckled as they clutched the bed sheets, while their lusty moans rang in Dean's ears.

Dean groaned loudly as he watched Y/N sink deeper into the bed. His strong grip on her hips kept her in place, his thrusts becoming harder and more urgent with each passing moment. Her ass was lifted up to greet him, inviting him to take what he wanted. A wave of pleasure swept through them, almost tangible in the bedroom's atmosphere.

Y/N's body arched and quivered against the bed as Dean's pulsating cock plunged deep into her. With every thrust, he rocked her core, expertly striking her sweet spot with exquisite precision. The sensation was euphoric, sending electric waves of pleasure down to her toes. Her breathing deepened as she clung to the bed, desperate for more.

Y/N was lost in a foggy haze, her mind spinning as her body ached for more. She had no memory how she had arrived at this moment. All she knew was that her inner Kitsune was desperate to be satiated, craving every touch inside and out when one of the Winchesters were around her. Her Heat was consuming her and drove her into an ecstatic frenzy.

Dean leaned in closer, his shivering chest now flush against Y/N's warm body. His gentle hands explored every inch of her body, tracing lines along her curvaceous form until they each firmly clasped a supple breast. She quivered at his touch and let out a guttural moan as he caressed her hardened nipples, the first pleasurable act he bestowed on her after hearing her whisper her need for his embrace.

Dean grasped her breast firmly and slowly lifted her so that she was now straddling him. His eyes shut tight as he thrust into her with increasing intensity, exhaling sharp breaths with every stroke.

Y/N's head arched back in delight as her lips parted in a soft moan, her hips swaying in perfect rhythm with his. She could feel the waves of pleasure radiating from within, and Dean responded by growing more feverish still, both of them wanting to reach their mutual climax.

Y/N's cries of pleasure filled the room in an endless crescendo. Her hand travelled back to Dean's hair, her fingers entwining and tugging softly while her other hand glided atop of his as he stroked her breast with gentle precision. She moaned louder with each skilled caress, aching for more.

Dean's laughter was deep as he relished in the sound of her passionate cries, now that the pillow couldn't muffle them. "Ah, Sweetheart," He rasped, pausing to take a breath between words. "You know Sam's still here." His voice had an erotic edge that made her body quiver with desire.

At the mere mention of Sam's name, Y/N immediately felt an uncontrollable desire course through her body. Her inner walls clenched hard around Dean, eliciting a lustful moan from him in response. As he continued to thrust inside her, she could no longer deny the passion that burned for them.

"You can't tighten like that just from his name while I'm inside you." Dean was partly amused and partly agitated as he slammed her down onto him causing her to shout him name over and over again.

The sound of his name rolling off her tongue and echoing through the room was an arousing reminder that no one else could make her feel the way he did. His strong, yet gentle hands exploring her body and teased at her breast before traveling down to her waist. He reverently cupped her core with his large hand before his middle finger grazed against her tender nub, sending a wave of pleasure throughout her body. He felt as if he was about to lose control as he pulled her closer, their bodies pressed tightly together in a passionate embrace.

That was it, the restraint within her snapped and her body started to quiver in his grasp. Her walls clung tightly around him, almost as if he wasn't allowed to escape. Y/N's eyes shuttered closed as she convulsed around him, blissfully soaring to ecstasy.

As she came undone around him, Dean felt her pleasure course through his body like an electric current. With one powerful thrust, he surged forward, pushing as deep as he could to reach her core and unleash all within him. His husky grunts echoed off the walls as every stroke grew deeper and harder. She tensed around him, milking every drop as his final thrusts echoed in the room. Grunting and panting as he emptied himself inside her, Dean's voice thundering over hers until she lay motionless in his arms and their bodies were stilled with a blissful satisfaction

Dean slowly eased out of her and lowered Y/N slowly onto the bed. Her body quivered as she felt him withdraw from her and a moan of pleasure escaped her lips. Dean felt the shiver that ran through her body and brushed his lips against hers, sending sparks cascading throughout her being. He marveled at the sight of her being completely satiated.

Dean's eyes crawled along the curves of her body, unable to tear away his gaze. She was as still as a statue, barely remember to breathe, and appeared to be on the cusp of sleep. Her long fluffy tails hung listlessly from her sides and even her ears had sunken in relaxation. Dean grew aroused by her helplessness, and he muttered under his breath, "That's a sight that would make any man want to keep going." But he shook the thought away.

Hopping off the bed and discarding of the condom he'd reluctantly used after hearing a lecture from his little brother about responsibility, Dean quickly pulled on some shorts. He proceeded to very carefully position Y/N more comfortably on the bed and begin to clean her up, in accordance with another one of Sam's "helpful" suggestions. Dean clicked his tongue in annoyance at the thought - as though he wouldn't have done it without Sam's constant reminders; what does he think of him?

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Dean made his way down the hall, his thoughts focused on the steaks in the fridge that were destined for his next culinary creation. He hadn't anticipated encountering Sam in the kitchen, but there his brother was, seated at the table. Dean greeted Sam casually with a simple "Hey" as he passed by, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes.

Sam acknowledged the greeting with a nod but was quick to get back to his laptop, his attention seemingly drawn to something he was reading. But he still made comment, "We are definitely going to need to invest in some good headphones or something."

Dean cocked an eye brow as he looked to his brother and asked with confusion in his voice, “What like you want a play by play?”

Sam closed his eyes momentarily as he tried to control himself, “No. Dean. I mean her condition.”

Dean paused his steak preparations for a moment, his expression shifting to one of contemplation. "She's resting in her room right now," he began, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "And her body temperature is back to acceptable levels. You know, considering."

Sam absorbed this information and then looked at Dean thoughtfully as he continued with a suggestion. "You know she likes to cuddle. You don't have to bail as soon as you're done."

Dean didn't show any signs of discomfort at Sam's remark. He continued with his food prep and replied, "Yeah, well, it's just easier like this for now. Until her heat passes and we can talk things out. 'Til then, you do the cuddles, and I'll tag in when you need me, 'kay?"

Sam understood that Dean was his usual stoic self, attempting to push down his emotions to avoid potential pain. However, Sam also believed that this time was different, and Y/N would need to have a conversation with Dean herself to truly convey that. So, for the time being, this arrangement was how they would navigate their evolving relationship.

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The days had rolled on, with Sam and Dean keeping a vigilant watch over Y/N in the bunker. Their routine involved delivering her meals, ensuring she stayed hydrated, administering the medication that alleviated the effects of her heat, and assisting her with relief when it seemed to become to much for her. Castiel made occasional appearances, checking in on them and providing updates, but they had collectively decided not to leave Y/N alone during this challenging time.

As the week drew to a close, things seemed to be returning to normal. However, neither of the Winchesters had considered the potential aftermath. Two days had passed since Y/N's heat had fully subsided, and her door remained locked. Sam and Dean now stood in the living room, their frustration palpable.

Dean paced back and forth, his irritation clear as he vented, "I'm about to kick that door down, Sam."

Sam sighed, trying to soothe his agitated brother. "Dean, come on. She's obviously embarrassed. You can't seriously think she was going to walk out here like nothing had happened, did you?"

Dean continued his restless movement, his frustration evident. "No, of course not. But she could at least come out and talk to us like an adult."

Sam couldn't help but chuckle at Dean's exasperation. "Yeah, because you're known for talking about your feelings."

Before Dean could offer a retort to Sam's remark, Sam's phone began to ring. Sam pulled it from his pocket and saw the caller's name, deciding to put the call on speaker. "Hey, Angelique," Sam greeted her, "You're on speaker, and Dean's here too."

Angelique's voice sounded agitated as she demanded, "Good. Now what the hell did you two do?"

Dean and Sam exchanged puzzled glances, wondering what had triggered this call. Dean quipped, "You'll have to be a bit more specific."

Angelique didn't waste any time in explaining, her frustration mirroring Dean's. "I just got a text from Y/N asking me to ask one of you to drop off some food at her door. Her heat was over days ago, so What Did You Do?"

Dean spun around and threw his hands up in the air in a gesture of surrender. Sam empathized with his brother's reaction and admitted to Angelique, "Y/N's holed up in her room and won't come out. I think she's too embarrassed to face us."

A moment of silence hung in the air before Angelique's accusatory tone cut through, "You didn't."

Sam's voice was tinged with guilt as he confessed, "Yeah, we did."

Angelique was even more taken aback when she asked incredulously, "BOTH of you?"

Sam winced as though he had committed a grave error, and Dean's voice echoed from the other side of the library as he shouted, "Well, not at the same time!"

Angelique made a noise that was a mix of disbelief and shock, causing Sam to rush to clarify, "Angelique, it's not what you think, okay? All of us..." He was cut off by Angelique.

"Nope. Na-uh. I'm not getting involved. I don't want to know. Good luck." With that, Angelique ended the call, leaving Sam at a loss for words.

Dean stood nearby, assessing the situation, before declaring, "I'm kicking the door down."

Sam's head snapped towards his brother as he rushed after him, desperately trying to stop Dean. "Dean! No! Wait..."

Before Sam and Dean could reach the hallway to deal with the locked door, Castiel abruptly materialized out of thin air, appearing as if he had been in mid-flight and continued his motion until he landed in front of the brothers. They both furrowed their brows in confusion as they watched the angel stumble to the ground. Once Castiel had caught his breath, he urgently warned the two, "Incoming!"

Dean turned to peer in the direction from which Castiel had appeared, exclaiming in irritation, "What the hell does a guy gotta do to kick down a door in peace around here?"

As Sam extended a hand to help Castiel stand, another figure emerged from a cloud of smoke. This man was dressed entirely in black and instantly raised a gun, aiming it squarely at Dean. Dean's lightning-fast reflexes kicked in, allowing him to swiftly duck and roll for cover, narrowly evading the shot. Sam rushed to assist Castiel, guiding him behind a nearby wall, while the bunker's alarm system blared loudly, alerting them to the imminent danger.

Reluctantly, a fierce battle erupted. Dean had managed to disarm the man of his pistol, but it became evident that the intruder was no ordinary human. With startling strength, he threw Dean across the room, causing shelves and books to tumble onto him as he crashed to the ground.

Sam, meanwhile, swiftly grabbed one of the swords mounted on the wall and engaged the intruder in combat. The man proved to be incredibly agile, dodging Sam's every swing until he landed a brutal punch to Sam's gut, sending him sprawling onto one of the library tables.

Castiel, determined but clearly worse for wear from their previous altercation, gripped his angel blade and staggered into a fighting stance. The situation had taken a dangerous turn, and the bunker's defenders found themselves facing a formidable adversary.

Y/N had finally emerged from her bedroom upon hearing the alarm, quickening her steps when she heard the altercation escalating in the library. As she arrived at the doorway, she was met with the sight of the wounded Castiel squaring off with a menacing stranger. Dean and Sam were picking themselves up from being thrown by the intruder.

The stranger's head snapped towards Y/N as he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. Y/N, despite feeling somewhat caught off guard, confronted the situation head-on. She stared at the man and demanded, "Who the hell are you?"

With sharp, shark-like teeth, the man lunged at Y/N, seemingly disregarding Castiel altogether. Y/N's instincts kicked in, and she swiftly began to dodge the man's relentless advances, weaving left and right with grace and agility. She balled her fist and threw a punch straight at the man's face, connecting with a solid hit. However, the man hardly flinched, sending alarm bells ringing through everyone present.

As the fight continued, each blow landed with an unsettling thud, and it became increasingly clear that this man was extraordinarily resilient. Y/N blocked one of his attacks with her arm but felt the shockwaves reverberate through her body, causing her to take a few stumbling steps back.

The tension in the room was palpable as the battle raged on, with both Y/N and the intruder seemingly immune to the other's blows. Finally, Y/N spotted her opening. With a powerful thrusting kick to the gut, she sent the man stumbling backward, right into Sam's waiting arms. Sam held the intruder still long enough for Dean to plunge an iron dagger into him. The man froze in agonizing pain as Dean removed the blade, and Sam released him, allowing the lifeless body to fall limply to the floor.

For a brief moment, Sam, Dean, Y/N, and Castiel stood there, panting and catching their breaths as they looked at the lifeless intruder on the floor. Y/N, attempting to break the tension, quipped, "A friend of y'alls?"

Dean and Sam exchanged glances, their expressions conveying their distaste for her humor. Dean turned to Castiel and demanded, "Cass, what the hell?" Meanwhile, Sam walked past them, announcing that he was going to shut off the alarm.

Castiel wiped a line of blood from his lips, his expression laden with guilt as he explained, "I'm sorry. I wasn't sure where else to turn. He was able to track my movements, wherever I flew to, he was there."

Y/N noticed something glistening from Castiel's collar and reached up to retrieve it, suggesting, "Maybe he was using this?" She held out her palm, revealing a small metal device with a red blinking light that suddenly went dull.

Dean, puzzled, inquired, "A tracker of some kind? Who is this guy?"

Sam entered the room, joining the conversation, and added, "Better yet, what is he? And how did he get past the wards?"

As everyone speculated on the intruder's identity, Castiel studied the man lying on the floor between them. Something seemed off about the skin exposed below the man's shirt collar. Kneeling down, Castiel opened the man's shirt to reveal freshly sliced words etched into his flesh, still dripping with blood. The message read 'Come Home.'

Castiel's revelation caught everyone's attention, and he continued, "He seems to have been a messenger for Y/N."

As Castiel stood, the others looked down at the man in varying states of shock and disgust. Dean glared at the words carved into the man's body, Sam's expression twisted with disdain, and Y/N turned away, walking some distance from the lifeless figure on the floor. The room was thick with tension and unanswered questions.

Dean noticed Y/N retreating from the library, and with a shared understanding, he turned to Castiel, saying, "Hey Cass, can you umm..." He motioned toward the body on the floor.

Castiel finished his thought for him, nodding solemnly, "I will remove the body."

Dean patted Castiel on the shoulder and said, "Thanks, man." With that settled, he turned to walk after Y/N.

Dean gently placed a hand on her shoulder to stop her, his voice warm and concerned as he said, "Hey, sweetheart. Look, while we have you here, we need to talk."

Y/N paused, her heart racing as she knew what this conversation would entail. Uncertainty welled up within her, but she nodded her head and replied, "Yeah, alright."

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Sam, Dean, and Y/N moved to the war room for a change of pace. As soon as they had entered, and before anyone else could say anything, Y/N quickly turned to face both brothers, her voice apologetic and hurried, "Okay, look, I'm sorry I didn't warn y'all about my heat, alright? That was stupid, and I get why y'all might be upset. If you want to just forget everything that happened in the past week, I can do that."

Dean and Sam were taken aback by Y/N's sudden outburst. Dean even nudged Sam, signaling that he should handle this conversation. Sam looked from Dean to Y/N a few times before he managed to voice his thoughts, "Y/N, we're not upset. Yeah, it would have been nice if you'd given us a heads up, but we did what we did because we wanted to. It's not like you forced us."

Dean, feeling that something might be a bit off, asked, "Do you remember the drive home from the bar or anything from the past week?"

Y/N swallowed hard, embarrassed to admit, "My head is usually in a fog during that time, but I remember bits here and there. Mostly physical."

Sam chuckled, realizing where his brother was going, as he reminded her, "In the car, you asked us when we first realized we had feelings for you, and then you told us when you realized yours for us." He paused, remembering the talk they had; it was a fond memory for him. Then he continued with a soft voice, "Then you asked if you really had to pick between us."

Dean chimed in, saying, "But then you passed out."

Sam continued, "But then when it was just you and me, you brought up sharing again."

Y/N looked completely dumbfounded, trying to make sounds come out of her mouth that even remotely resembled words. Sam and Dean watched her struggle for a few minutes before she finally asked, "Are you sure that's what I said?"

Dean suddenly became concerned as he asked, "You telling me you didn't mean it?"

Y/N realized that she might have set Dean off and tried to backtrack her words a bit, "Oh, no, I meant it. But I thought I was thinking it, not actually saying it out loud." Her embarrassment and humiliation were written all over her face, even her fox ears nervously twitching. She broke into a ramble, pacing anxiously, "Oh God, I can't believe I actually suggested that. You guys probably think I'm a total sicko or something. Jesus, what is wrong with me? Inside thoughts are supposed to stay inside for a fucking reason."

Dean watched as Y/N paced and berated herself, his brow creased, not really sure if he should stop her or say something. Sam also watched, an amused half-smile on his face. They had never seen this side of her before, and in all actuality, it seemed she was more concerned with grossing them out than she was about her own self.

Sam finally broke the silence and called out to Y/N, causing her to pause and look at the two brothers. He continued, "We actually talked it out and are willing to give it a shot."

Silence.

Y/N blinked, as though she were trying to clear away debris from her sight and catch a glimpse of the real Winchesters. As she processed Sam's words, Dean asked, "Hey, you good?"

Y/N realized that she must have been quiet for too long. Nodding her head and trying to relax her body a bit, she said, "Yeah, um, sorry. It's just... Really?"

Y/N couldn't believe what she was hearing. She continued, "Both of you want to? You aren't weirded out by this or anything? Pulling my leg to make fun of me?"

Sam and Dean both had questioning looks on their faces. Dean asked in complete disbelief, "Make fun of you? What, no. Who hurt you?"

Y/N seemed to soften a bit as the situation started to sink in. She said, "Sorry. It's been kind of a while, you know? Not really eager to repeat mom's situation."

Sam, sensing more, asked, "When was your last relationship?"

Y/N's eyes trailed off, trying to remember, before settling as she said, "Uh, I don't think there was electricity yet."

Both brothers' eyes became wide as Dean blurted out, "How old are you?" This earned him a smack to the shoulder from Sam. Dean let out an "ouch" as he rubbed his arm, and Y/N laughed lightly before saying, "Old enough."

Sam finally broke the silence and called out to Y/N, causing her to pause and look at the two brothers. He continued, "We actually talked it out and are willing to give it a shot."

Silence.

Y/N blinked, as though she were trying to clear away debris from her sight and catch a glimpse of the real Winchesters. As she processed Sam's words, Dean asked, "Hey, you good?"

Y/N realized that she must have been quiet for too long. Nodding her head and trying to relax her body a bit, she said, "Yeah, um, sorry. It's just... Really?"

Y/N couldn't believe what she was hearing. She continued, "Both of you want to? You aren't weirded out by this or anything? Pulling my leg to make fun of me?"

Sam and Dean both had questioning looks on their faces. Dean asked in complete disbelief, "Make fun of you? What, no. Who hurt you?"

Y/N seemed to soften a bit as the situation started to sink in. She said, "Sorry. It's been kind of a while, you know? Not really eager to repeat mom's situation."

Sam, sensing more, asked, "When was your last relationship?"

Y/N's eyes trailed off, trying to remember, before settling as she said, "Uh, I don't think there was electricity yet."

As the evening wore on, the three of them settled in to have a heart-to-heart discussion about their unconventional arrangement. It was time to address any concerns, set ground rules, and establish expectations.

The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension and anticipation. Y/N, Sam, and Dean exchanged nervous glances as they broached the topic of their unique relationship. They knew that clarity and open communication were crucial to making this work.

The discussion began with a hint of awkwardness, but gradually, they delved deeper. Laughter broke out when they tackled the somewhat comical rule of "no touchy between brothers," an absurdity that lightened the mood. Y/N's infectious laugh brought a warmth to the room that was sorely needed.

Promises were made, not just for the sake of it, but because they genuinely cared about one another. Y/N assured the brothers that she wouldn't play favorites and would be fair in her affections. Sam and Dean, in return, vowed to treat her with respect and equality.

As the conversation progressed, it became clear that, despite their differences, they shared a strong bond and a willingness to make this unusual relationship function. The weight of uncertainty began to lift, replaced by a sense of relief and a growing feeling that they could navigate this together.

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PLEASE HELP HELP HELP !!!!!!!

i read a very good supernatural fanfiction a long time ago when i wasn’t even a fan and i can’t remember where i read it nor can find it again so please help me if you know what i am talking about.

alright so the fanfic started with Sam winchester wanting to summon some kind of Cassandra spirit to help him bring Dean back, but accidentally summons a girl from our world named Cassandra- who mind you is a big fan.

so she makes her top priority to stop the apocalypse from happening, brings Dean back with the help of Castiel. and then all together messes with the future of the supernatural and stops the apocalypse.

this was a sam x oc fanfic and for the love of god can’t find it anywhere so please please please i am begging you help.

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I'm writing a supernatural fix it fic in my notes app and when i get done would anyone be interested in me posting it on here?

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Elastic Heart, Ch. 25 - Salvation

When the toe of my boot was inches from the edge of the sidewalk, I realized Sam had stopped. I found him frozen in place, one hand clutching his head and the other gripping his notepad like a lifeline. His knuckles were white, and his face twisted in discomfort, the familiar signs of a vision overtaking him. I rushed back.

"What's wrong?" I asked. "What are you… seeing?"

Even after all this time, I still struggled to grasp the idea of this being a regular thing. It wasn't just that his abilities were foreign; Sam changed when it happened. It wasn't glaringly obvious, but it was there. Each vision chipped away at him a little more. This slow derailing was almost more difficult to watch than if it happened quickly. At least, that way, there would be shock, but once it was over, it'd be over.

"A nursery," he panted.

My heart thumped. I knew I had to fish for more information—to keep him talking in hopes he wouldn't black out on me. "What else?"

"A woman… and—"

"And?"

"A train!" Sam gasped, his eyes widening as if they were taking in a world I couldn't see. He dug into his bag, pulling out a map with frantic energy.

My brows furrowed as I tried to connect the dots. "You saw a train?"

Sam looked at me, lip curled in disbelief. "No!" He scoffed and returned to the map.

"I'm not in your head," I huffed, peering at the paper. "You have to fill me in!"

Suddenly, Sam jabbed a finger at a section, the crinkled paper shaking under the force of his urgency. "Here," he panted, already stalking off without waiting for me to process any of it.

"Wait, what?" I spoke, although he was already halfway across the street. I had to sprint to catch up with him. He'd become more coherent now but barely glanced up from the map as he lumbered onto the grassy field across from the hospital. "Sam, wait!" I called, struggling to keep up.

Abruptly, he came to a crashing halt. I just about skidded to a stop on the slick grass. "I saw a nursery, a house—everything. And I heard a train," he said, finally holding the map steady so I could see and pointed to a set of railroad tracks lining a small neighborhood. "They have to live around here somewhere. It can't be nothing. It has to mean something."

No matter how much his visions scared me, this was far too important to argue. He'd never been wrong before; why start now? "All right," I conceded, letting him lead the way.

What else could I do?

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𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐀 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔

PAIRING : dean winchester x original female character

STORY SUMMARY : in series masterlist

CHAPTER WARNINGS : age-gap. angst. worried dean.

A/N : don't forget to check out the story masterlist if you missed previous chapters. thanks for the love guys, it never goes unnoticed or unappreciated!

Dean's POV

I reach into my jacket and take out one of many angel blades I had collected over the years. Abaddon begins to walk toward me, the biggest smile stretching across her eerily pale face. When she was within a foot's distance, I swung the blade towards her, only to have her stop the strike by grabbing my wrist. She forces the weapon out of my hand, causing a distinct clinking sound as it collides with the ground. Her demonic strength overpowers me, effortlessly spinning my body around to hold me against hers.

"I missed you," she breaths in my ear as she walks me away from Mari. "Did you miss me?"

Abaddon whirls me around so I face her before she shoves me to my knees. I grunt in pain as the bones in my shoulder crack. With a firm grip, she forcefully bends my hand over my shoulder, putting me into a wristlock. My free hand wraps around my restrained wrist in an attempt to relieve the pain. I silently wince, my efforts failing as she applies further pressure.

"So appreciate you boys coming when I call. I think that's what I like most about you, Winchesters." She combs her fingers through my hair. "You're so obedient. And suicidally stupid. I like that, too."

Mockingly, I say, "Are we gonna fight or make out? 'Cause I'm getting some real mixed signals here."

Finally—like all villains—she lists her demands. "I want Crowley—or what's left of him."

"Yeah? What's in it for me?" I struggle to speak above the pain coursing through my body.

"I let you die. You give me Crowley's head, and I will snap your neck quick and clean. You won't feel a thing, trust me." She graciously offers.

"And if I tell you to get bent?"

"Oh. Well..." She tilts her head before her eyes travel to my chest, smiling evilly. The demon's hand releases my hair only to trail it down to my jacket. "You know, I've loved this body since the moment I first saw it."

I grab her wrist, knowing what she was alluding to. With ease, she pulls my jacket away. "You're the perfect vessel, Dean. You give a girl all sorts of nasty ideas."

"So go ahead and play hard to get," She tugs my shirt down, exposing my inked chest. "And I'll peel off this 'No Demons Allowed' tattoo," Her cherry nails tauntingly skim over the Anti-Possession warding as she finishes her threat, "And blow smoke up your ass."

"Oh... Well, I got to tell you between you and me, it is a horror show up there."

"It can get worse. Trust me. 'Cause once I'm on top, I'll make you watch. And I'll use your body. Have you ever felt an infant's blood drip down your chin?" Abaddon looks back at Mari. She laughs as she turns back towards me. "Or how about listening to that gorgeous girl scream as you rip her guts out? Because you will."

At the mention of the young hunter, my blood began to boil again. I struggle in her hold as I try to free myself. "Leave her out of this!"

"It seems like I've hit a nerve," She sinisterly grins before gripping my jaw. "That's what'll happen if you say no. You and me, lover. And we'll have a grand old time."

Maricela's POV

I stir awake, the pain reminding me I'm alive. Flinching from the sunlight shining through my eyelids, I allow my other senses to get me by. A woman's voice carries through the toxic air, followed by a male's. But not just any male voice, but the male voice: Dean's. A hazy blur clouds my vision as I open my eyes. I blink until the sight of Abaddon standing over a kneeled Dean becomes clear.

"D..." I endeavor to call, but it escapes in a faint whisper.

Suddenly, a bright light emits from the diner. My eyelids squint as the white glow peeks from behind the blinds. The light grows brighter before detonating, bursting every window in the deserted restaurant. The sound of the explosion echoed in the distance. My attention drew back to the pair as they exchanged words. She brought Dean to his feet before flinging him toward me. Without time to move, I shut my eyes tightly and brace myself for the impact. Though, it never came. Instead, I hear the window beside me shatter into a million pieces.

My eyes open rapidly in time to witness Abaddon disappear. I push myself off the ground and stumble over to Dean. He lay on the storefront's window display, glass shards covering his stiff body and the surrounding area. He breathed heavily, trying to compensate for the lack of air in his lungs. Mustering every ounce of strength within, he slowly sat up, carefully avoiding the sharp glass that threatened to cut his hands.

"Oh my gosh, Dean!" His green eyes quickly fixate on me as he gets one knee underneath him. Moving faster, he propels himself with his opposite leg towards the mannequin nearby. Glass scatters in every direction as he pushes himself off the plastic dummy to stand. "Are you okay?"

I offer my hand to help him get off the platform. He takes it while he checks his surroundings, searching for the demon who effortlessly tossed him away. Realizing Abaddon is gone, he nods, answering my question. His worried expression melts once his eyes meet mine again. As soon as his feet touched the ground, Dean pulled me into a hug.

"Damn it, princess! You scared the shit out of me," He breathlessly murmurs into my hair.

"Sorry," I playfully joke. "I'll try to deflect her demon powers next time."

Maybe it was my concussion or just my imagination that felt him kiss my head. His face nuzzled into my neck as he held me tighter. When his warm and soft lips pressed against my skin, I knew it was no longer a question if what I felt was real. My arms tighten around his body, welcoming his actions. I quietly gasp, my eyes closing with pleasure when he unintentionally kisses my sweet spot.

My head spins as pain and pleasure fight for dominance. Before my mind can choose the victor, Dean's rough hands travel from my waist up to my shoulders and down my arms. His touch is gentle yet firm, sending shivers down my spine. My eyes flutter open as he grasps my hands and steps out of my embrace to pull our hands into the small space between us. With a tender grip, Dean softly holds my hands while his gaze sweeps across my visage. A small yet visible smile emerges on his face, but as quick as it appears, it vanishes.

He clears his throat before saying, "Sam."

Damn it, not again, I thought. How do I forget Sam in situations like these? I nod before one hand drops from mine while his other pulls me along. We sprint to the diner ahead of us, fearful of the possible harm that befell the younger Winchester. Dean and I barge in as Sam rises from the deceased vessel at his feet, demon blade in hand.

With his back turned to us, he says, "They were going to kill him, Dean."

"Ezekiel?" Dean questions before looking around the diner. "What the hell did you do?"

A bullet had disarmed the devil's trap before the front door, elucidating the demon's escape. One of the possessed soldiers was lying face down on the faded wooden bar while the other lay on the floor behind us.

The angel slowly turns to face us. "I was protecting your brother. I thought that was what you wanted."

"Yeah. Right, yeah, no I-I—sorry. I'm just still getting used to this whole thing."

"As am I." Ezekiel agrees.

I impatiently ask, "But Sam's okay?"

"He was knocked unconscious. In a way, he still is. Sam will not remember any of this."

"So what the hell am I supposed to tell him when he comes to?" Dean asks him.

Ezekiel looks down at his vessel's hand before slowly raising the blade. "That was why I used the knife."

"Right." Dean plucks it from the angel before turning away. "Smart."

Confused, Ezekiel observes the man before him aloud, "You are troubled still."

"Yeah, it's just that, uh..." He turns back around, looking shameless at the floor. "Yeah, this is on me."

My eyebrows knit together with concern. Dean glances at me, taking the silence as the green light to vent.

"I was the one who talked Sam out of boarding up Hell." He admits. "Okay, so every demon deal, every—every kill that they make, well, you're looking at the person who let it happen."

My body naturally gravitates toward the older Winchester. I grasp his hand as he did mine earlier while consoling, "You were protecting your brother."

"I am in Sam's head. Everything he knows, I know." Ezekiel adds in. "And I know that what you did, you did out of love."

Dean stares at his brother's vessel, knowing Sam wouldn't have pulled that line out of a chick flick as a form of comfort. "Yeah. Uh, look, Zeke—I'm gonna call you Zeke—I'm not really with the whole, uh, love and... love."

On cue with his words, Dean pulls his hand away from mine and takes his warmth with him. I frown, trying not to let my disappointment show any further. Shoving my silly dilemma aside, I focus on more important matters.

"But it is why I said yes." The angel confesses.

"Yeah, and if that goes sideways, that's on me, too."

"That is not going to happen," Zeke assures.

Dean chuckles dryly. "This is nuts. I mean, you're Sam, but you're not Sam, and normally he's the one I'm talking to about all this stuff."

"He's trusting you, Zeke," I say, clarifying to the oblivious angel. "We just got to hope that you're one of the good guys."

"I am," he says confidently. "But I suppose that is what a bad guy would say."

The eldest hunter and I softly snort at his remark before Ezekiel continues, "Dean Winchester, you are doing the right thing."

We look at the handsome man and wait for his response. Dean hesitates but finally nods, convincing not only himself but me too. Casually, he walks past me and out the front door. I followed Dean to the doorway, wondering where the man was going, only to see him retrieve the duffel bag that was left.

Turning towards Ezekiel, I advised him to hit the reset button so Sam didn't wonder how he went from being knocked unconscious to standing without recollection of it happening. The angel obligated and sat back against the wood paneling. Dean and I gathered the weapons into the sack, waiting for Sam to regain consciousness. After noticing him stir awake, I rush over while calling his name.

"Sammy?" Dean shouted, causing Sam to gasp with fear as we neared closer. "Hey. Whoa."

"Dean? Mari? What the hell happened?" Sam glanced around the diner, noticing the destruction left behind.

"You took a shot to the head, and I came in and saved your ass, like usual." Dean convincingly fibbed.

Yet, not convincingly enough.

"You killed three demons? Alone?" Sam skeptically asks before looking at me with questioning eyes.

"I took them by surprise." He stuffed the demon blade in his jacket. "Got a little messy. I got a little lucky."

I leaned down and helped Sam up as Dean continued to boost his ego. "Oh, and, uh... I'm awesome, so there's that."

"Geez," Sam scanned the room again. "Whew. You are pretty damn awesome."

"Yeah, Dean, it's almost unbelievable," I note sarcastically.

He easily could've added me into his fake story but chose to exaggerate his skills against three demons and their fully loaded M4A1s. Sam's focus drifted to me, and once it landed, his eyes widened.

"Mari, you're bleeding!" He pushes my hair away from my face, staring at my hairline.

I lift my hand to the throbbing area, only to pull it back and see blood coat my palm.

"I'm fine," I brush off his concern.

"What—what happened?"

"A brick wall and I got into a fight. The wall won." I smirk at my best friend, watching his frown disappear as he laughs, but the concern never leaves his hazel eyes. "I was blacked out while Dean heroically took care of the demons."

The sound of the Impala's engine approached, thankfully drawing the attention away from me. Dean grabs the bag full of weapons as Sam and I make our way outside. Tracy closes the door to the car before Sam asks if she's okay. I stand on the steps, waiting for her to get out of line again as Dean walks toward the car. To my surprise, she remains civil.

"Yeah. You?" She replies cheerfully.

Sam contemplates his answer, "More or less, yeah."

"Good," Tracy responds sincerely before tossing the keys to Dean. "I got everything, but guess I'm late to the party."

She walks toward the rear door of the classic car and I follow, murmuring, "Lucky you."

"Let's blow this toxic waste dump. Burgers and silkwood showers on me." Dean happily declares as everyone gets in the Impala.

He turns on the engine and hauls ass out of the outskirts of Eugene.

We arrived at the bunker, clean yet tired from the drive back. Dean had stopped in town to pick up a bucket of fried chicken and cranberry juice for Kevin. When Sam asked why the specific drink, Dean said the prophet had admitted to being 'backed up' for days. Despite our regrettable curiosity, I couldn't help but smile at Dean's thoughtfulness. Even though we had a few eventful days, he still remembered and worried about Kevin's well-being.

"Kevin!" Dean shouts after walking down the stairs, carrying the food and jug of juice.

When the prophet doesn't answer, Sam calls for him again, "Kevin?"

He was nowhere in sight. The Winchesters stare at each other, wearing a knowing look, before fixating on the hallway. Crowley! Dean placed the food on the three-tiered cart near the corridor before he and Sam ran toward the dungeon. Just as I was going to run after them, the door inside the library opened. Kevin walks toward me, hand clutching the arm of his backpack.

"Kev? Are you leaving?" I ask, meeting him above the small steps. He ignores my question and tries to step around me. "Hey, answer me."

"Yes. Now, leave me alone." Kevin replies, annoyed.

He tries to walk around me again but fails as I step in the prophet's way. "What's wrong? Is it Crowley? Did something happen while we were out?"

Kevin gazes past me, refusing to answer.

"Where do you think you're going?" Dean asks as he walks into the Command Room.

I look over my shoulder as the oldest Winchester walks around the Map Table. Kevin uses my distraction and saunters down the steps. He strolls past Dean without a word. The further Kevin neared the exit, the louder Dean's consistent 'Hey's' became. He brushes the hunter's attempts for attention away, making a beeline toward the staircase. Suddenly, Dean grabs the handle of Kevin's bookbag and yanks him back, rushing to stand between the prophet and the exit.

"Whoa, whoa. Talk to me."

"You can't keep me locked in here. I'm leaving." Kevin finally speaks.

"Like Hell." Dean quickly denies him. "Man, we told you not to talk to Crowley, okay? He messes with your head."

Calmly, Kevin reveals, "He said my mom's alive. Crowley said if I let him go, he'd give her back to me."

Dean scoffs, "And you believed him?"

"He's still in there, isn't he?" Kevin retorts.

"Crowley's lying." The hunter insists.

"And if he's not?"

"Well... if she is alive, then she's dead. In every way that matters, she's dead, Kevin."

"Dean, don't tell him that!" I interject angrily.

"He needs to hear it," He glances at me before redirecting his attention to the boy standing before him. "I'm sorry. I know you're dying to bolt, man. I get it. But out that door, it's demons and it's angels, and they would all love to get their hands on a prophet, so even with Crowley here, this is still the safest place for you. It just is. And we need you, man."

I didn't have to see Kevin's face to know he was holding back tears. As he spoke, his voice strained. "'Cause I'm useful."

"Because you're family." Dean corrects him. "After all the crap we've been through, after all the good that you've done... Man, if you don't think that we would die for you... I don't know what to tell you. Because you, me, Sam, Cas, and Mari—we are all we've got. But, hey, if none of that matters to you, then I won't stop you."

The room fell silent. Kevin brought his hand to his face and wiped his tears away. My heart ached for him, knowing Crowley had been taunting him these past few days, using his mother to further the torture. I walked toward my friends, and as I stood beside Kevin, I offered a gentle and solace smile. His misty eyes searched mine, and with a deep breath, he silently agreed to stay.

"When's the last time you rested?" I asked Kevin, concerned for his health.

He shrugged before mumbling, "Can't remember."

"All right, let's go."

I guided Kevin into the hallway and to the room he had been staying in. He dropped the backpack next to his bed before diving into the mattress. I pulled the sheet out from under him and over his tired body, tucking him in. Dean stood in the doorway, watching us. In an instant, Kevin succumbed to the sleep he desperately needed. After whispering 'sweet dreams' to the boy, I ushered Dean into the hall so I could shut the door.

He led us back into the library, using the way Kevin had entered beforehand. Sam sat at the middle table, scribbling away on a notepad.

"Kevin's passed out in one of the back rooms," I tell the younger Winchester before sitting beside him.

Dean walks toward the mini bar cart across from the table we occupied. "He's a tough kid. He'll bounce back." Sam glanced at his brother, pouring whiskey into a glass, before nodding quietly. Dean shifts his attention to Sam, noticing his distracted state, then asks, "What's up with you?"

Sam sighs deeply, replying, "Nothing. It's just... what Tracy said about me—she wasn't wrong."

Dean had walked towards the table, waiting for Sam to finish before setting one of the two whiskey glasses on the wood furnish.

"Sam, listen to me." Dean eases himself into the chair opposite of us, glass in hand. "You have helped a hell of a lot more people than you have hurt. So all of that—that was then. Okay?" He raises his glass, tipping it towards Sam, toasting, "Here's to now."

Forcing a smile, Sammy grabs the other whiskey-filled glass and clinks it with Dean's. He stares into the drink and asks, "So, you guys ready for it?"

"Hmm?" Dean hums in question as he begins to swallow the liquor.

"The fallen angels? Abaddon? Cas losing his halo? Crowley in our basement?" He clarifies before sipping the whiskey.

Dean chuckles. "Crap. We're living in a freakin' sitcom."

"What about you? How's the engine running?" I ask Sam.

"Honestly, um... I feel better than I have in a long time." He admits, setting his glass down as Dean stares intensely. "I mean, I realize it's crazy out there, and we have trouble coming for us, but I look around and I see friends and family." He turns toward me, wearing a smile. "I am happy with my life for the first time in... forever. I-I am. I really am. I-It's just things are... things are good."

Dean's mouth twitched with a fake smile before bringing his glass to his lips. I could tell he didn't expect the answer Sam gave. He remained stone-faced, refusing to give away his true feelings. Guilt for lying to Sam. Envy that he couldn't be as happy as his brother felt. Hurt that Sam wanted to die before Dean had saved him.

"Never better," Dean said, fueling the lie for Sammy's sake.

He sat back in his chair, staring into space as he got lost in his thoughts. Sam circled back to his research, oblivious to his brother's state of mind. I sat in silence, allowing the secret of Ezekiel to keep me quiet. If one good thing came out of this, it was Sam's happiness. But at what cost?

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