#I was NOT expecting the JarPad name drop

[dreamytfw]

ROBERT EVANS JUST OUTED HIMSELF AS A SUPERNATURAL FAN AND AS A DEAN GIRLIE I AM LOSING MY MINDDDDDD (X)

[scripted-downfall]

*RISES FROM THE DEAD* OMG HI ITS RAMBLING ANON I'M BACK!

OK so I have to ask... Why is Jensen and Jared MaxiPadalecki's PR teams so adamant about trying to convince everyone that they still are like brothers when they're clearly not? And trust me, it SHOWS. They can honestly just say "Yeah we don't hang anymore." And I'm sure there will be some fans (like us) who will not be surprised. Friends drift apart, it happens. It's not the end of the world. Tho we all know why J2 isn't not a thing anymore and it's bc of Jared's abysmal behavior. Matter of fact, notice how anybody who gets close to Jared drifts off and away from him after a period of time except for a handful of people...

Hello!  Welcome back :)  I’ve been off Tumblr — or at least spotty — for a bit now myself, so good timing on your return!

Yeah, I don’t really know.  I mean, I confess that I don’t spend much time on the real-life bits of Supernatural (or any show) and that most of what I hear stems from those around me — especially my closest fandom friend… whose name I’m not dropping as a line of defense against stan harassment (those who spend much time on my profile can probably guess who I mean though) — but J2 really doesn’t come across as genuine friendship, much less brotherhood.  I’ve never had much taste for bts stuff, and I’ve lost most of the little I did have.  

I have, however, seen some of their con photos, conversations, etc, and those don’t seem very natural; similarly, much of what I hear about their interactions in general is very… performative?  I guess?  I’d expect much more closeness if they were actually friends.  The most recent example is from that string of show renewals and cancellations: if I were close friends with someone who just got big news like that — whether positive or negative — I’d respond to that with either congratulations or commiserations well-nigh immediately.  (I’d certainly not wait almost a week — that is, from 11 May to 16 May — before posting a save-the-show hashtag.  Maybe that’s just me.)  And nor is this the only example of the performative closeness, natural distance to which I refer, so the argument that “eh, they’re busy, it doesn’t mean anything” doesn’t hold much water long-term, even if it’s accurate in this particular case.

Pragmatically, I’d wager that the brother dynamic is an attempt to play to the show’s perceived fanbase, and that’s why the bts brotherhood is being played up.  It doesn’t make much sense to me — from what I’ve seen, it feels like most of the fandom is fractured between them anyway; I recognize that this is only my experience and not true in its entirety, but I only ever run into people who love Jared and those who hate him, and there’s rarely a middle ground — but that’s the impression I’ve gotten from the PR.

I honestly think it’s backfiring though.  I mean, it just comes across as fake and duplicitous, and I feel like they should both just cut their losses and, as you described it, drift apart.  It happens, and I tend to feel that trying to avoid that just makes things worse for all involved.  (And yeah, I certainly cannot defend JarPad’s actions and I don’t even know him/have any stake in it, to the point that I can just ignore him for the most part; I can’t imagine having to deal with him in close-quarters like a “brotherhood”, friendship, or even just as colleagues.)

Anyway… I feel like I’m rambling at this point, so I’ll wrap it up… It was good to hear from you again, and thanks for the ask!  I hope this answer was decent enough, and all the best until next time!

However, before I completely wrap up, a message to any stan who might be reading this… I recognize that much of the above is freely admitted to be speculation.  All of those statements are marked as such.  Don’t come at me about stuff I outright admitted myself.  I also recognize that I’m posting this and not being the kindest person ever to JarPad.  This is because I dislike him.  You are not going to change my mind with threats or slurs.  You are definitely not going to change my mind by cowering behind the anonymous ask feature.  I will report anon asks of this nature if I have to.  Cheers :)

[theyarebothgunshot]

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

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

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

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

ROSE HOLY SHIT ROOOOOOOOSE ITS HAPPENING HOLY SHIIIIIT

YEAH

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

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

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

i would not say no to this

heyloo bee anon here

um- wtf is happening?

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

because supernatural is never dead <3

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

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

WAIT A SECOND J2 FALLOUT THEORY TRUE??

LMAO HELL YEAH BESTIE

Rose you really picked the worst time to sleep for real

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

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

we would always end up here <3

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

yes, everybody say 'thanks annoying idiots!'

ROSE, WAKE UP, COME HERE,

THERE'S A LOT GOING ON FFS

YEAH I KNOW BUT I NEEDED SLEEP

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

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

longlivethetribbles heeft gevraagd:

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

well a little late but I SURE AM BESTIE

bestie wake up pls s16 finale just dropped.

- 🍯

and WHAT a great one it was

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-🍯

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

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

please, we're having a ball in this bitch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

yep yep essentially djfhs

“Jensen and Misha are Co workers who barley talk”

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

-poker face anon

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

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

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

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

AGREED

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

Anyway thoughts.

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

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

As for the Jensen and J*red thing.

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

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

- 🐌 anon

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

[cajunquandary]

Catch Me, Cas

950 words

What began as some ask-box fluffy destiel clowning with @starrynightdeancas turned into this before watching 15x18.  THEN I ADDED MORE AND IT GOT SAD. 

Dean feels it coming on. The weight of the world balanced on his shoulders, slipping out of place just slightly. He knows he doesn’t have long before it happens.

“Suck it up, dry those crocodile tears. Be a man.” He hears John echoing in his mind even now, over a decade later. But the memory only weakens his resolve faster. The cracks dissolve and reveals chasms he tries so desperately to conceal, the ones he sets the world upon. But now, everything is out of balance.

Rational thinking flies out the window. The clench in his chest threatens to condense him violently, like a dying star becoming a black hole. His breath has shallowed and quickened, but numbness follows too swiftly for him to take much notice. The tingling in his fingertips and lips tips him off.

Oh yeah, he is about to fucking blow. He spouts some stinging string of foul words he knows will keep Sam away. Dean doesn’t mean any of them, but he can’t do this. Not now. Not in front of Sam. For good measure, he throws his cell against the bunker wall, hardly hearing it shatter behind him as he nearly sprints down the hallway towards his room.

Try as he might, the stuttering strides barely get him safely concealed behind the door before the dam bursts and the world comes down in a rain of hellfire. His eyes are closed tightly and he’s falling, falling.

Falling in his mind endlessly, back to the pit, every face he’s ever failed flying by him in helpless cries. He loses all physical sensation, or thinks he does, ready to hit the ground and wonder where he got those bruises from the next day.

He’s ready to hit hard. Enough to jolt his chest, jumpstart his lungs to work again, shock his heart into beating regularly. Ready to reach blindly for the half drank bottle he knows is there, until everything is drowned. Until he is drowned. Until he wakes in the morning with a concussion and a hangover.

But the ground doesn’t come up to meet him. Rather, a warmth envelopes him. The hyperventilating has only made the numb tingling spread further through his veins, but as he is pulled in tightly, Dean can twist his hands into a familiar shirt.

Dean doesn’t know it yet, but Castiel felt his anguish. The first moment the episode was triggered, Cas was on his way to catch his human. And Cas was glad, too. He caught Dean just in time. He fell into a heap with Dean on top of him, haphazardly propped up in the corner. At first, Dean pushes at Cas. He shakes and pulls and twists away, but Cas only grips him tighter. Cas knows that the fighting is pure emotion and instinct. As expected, Dean finally allows himself to be held.

Cas closes his eyes and presses a palm into Dean’s forehead before running his glowing fingers through the hunters short, soft hair. The light fades as his hand finished its trek down Dean’s neck and shoulder, only coming to a rest over the hunter’s protesting heart.

This is not a break Cas’s grace can fix, and forcing him to sleep only delays the inevitable. So, he does the only other thing he knows.

Dean is completely pressed into him now, hands so coiled in Cas’s layers that the angel worries about his circulation. Bigger fish, Cas, he reminds himself. Of course, it’s Dean’s voice reminding him. The warmth is melting away at all those walls Dean constructs to keep the nasty things at bay and it flows freely now. If he could muster a coherent thought between the ragged breaths, he might be ashamed at himself for being so raw in front of another being. But it’s Cas. And if he could rationalize, it would be okay.

Cas drops his head forward, allowing his lips to brush just barely against Dean’s scalp. The hunter quakes and chokes. Cas only holds him tighter and begins to mumble a steady stream of Enochian praises. When those run repetitive, he begins to tell the story of creation, and how he was there, and about the constellations he’s created, and some even named after Dean.

He finds comfort in knowing that Dean doesn’t understand a word. What are hours to an angel? Nothing. But these hours? Everything. Castiel breathes in the scent of him as Dean gradually relaxes in his grip. Over time, each muscle twitches then falls limp. Dean’s breathing levels out until soft snores can be heard just over the gently swaying stream of Enochian whispers.

Begrudgingly, Cas softly tucks Dean into bed. Before he returns to where he’s needed, Cas stops to admire Dean. Look there. See? That peaceful look on his face, the bliss, that’s what Dean deserves. If it’s the last thing he ever does, Cas vows to make sure that peace stays with the hunter always.

~

Sandwiched between Death and The Empty, Cas tosses Dean to the side. He can finally be at peace, having spoken his truth at long last.

When the darkness is sucked out of the room, Dean is on the floor. This wasn’t right. Cas was supposed to be there to catch him before he fell, to hold him and tell him it was okay, and now he’s…

He can’t be.

This can’t be.

Cas was always there to catch him.

.

.

.

It can’t be.

Not like this.

Not like this.

If a vice weren’t crushing his throat, he would choke out the words flashing neon bright and slicing deep with every pulse.

I love you, too. You stupid idiot.

Why.

Why did you--

Why would you--

I love you…

WAYWARD PEEPS:

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ANGST BABES:

@trexrambling @abbessolute @emptywithout

ALL ABOUT THAT DEAN:

@akshi8278 @will-winchester

DESTIEL IS CANON:

@on-a-bender

*** Also I wrote this at 3am on no sleep slightly drunk and unbeta’d. Sorry.”””

[spnsisimagines]

Chuckster Cheese

Warnings: Minor cussing I think?  Characters: Sam & Dean Winchester, Sister Winchester Reader, Charlie Bradbury, Kevin Tran Summary: Chuckster Cheese is a pizza chain for kids that might be reusing their pizza, so you decide to investigate Reader’s Age: 16+ Word Count: 1445

Y/N: Your Name

A/N: So I decided to make up a pizza chain just for fun. I kinda lost inspiration towards the end and didn’t really now how to end it so sorry if it just kinda s t o p s. Enjoy!

~~~~~~~~~~

You laid on your stomach in your bed, your laptop open as Shane Dawson's voice filled the room. Shoving some popcorn in your mouth with one hand, you fixed the blanket that wrapped around your body and head.

You glanced over at the digital clock that sat on your dresser; it read three in the morning. With a yawn, your attention was turned to your door as a knock sounded. Sam peeked his head through the small opening. "Why are you still awake?" He asked. Dean and Sam had been out on a hunt.

"I could ask you the same thing," you retorted.

"We just got back; I'm heading to bed now. I wanted to check on you," Sam paused, "You should get some sleep,"

"Fine." You closed your laptop. Sam began to close the door before you called out to him. Sam turned and gave you his attention. "Can I have the car tomorrow?"

Sam raised an eyebrow, "You're asking the wrong person," Sam sighed and shut your door, clearly exhausted.

~~~~~~~~~~

The night went and the morning came. You got out of bed and headed to the kitchen to find your brothers sitting at the table. You walked over to Dean and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Oh, Dean, have I ever told you how much I love you?"

"W-what are you doing?" Dean tensed, expecting something to jump out at him.

You released him and sat down, draping an arm around his shoulders. "What? Can't I show some affection to my awesome brother?"

"Not unless you want something... or broke something. Did you break something? I told you to stay out of my room!" Dean turned towards you. You glanced at Sam, who had an entertained smile on his face.

"I didn't break anything, mom-I mean my wonderful brother," it took all of your might not to insult him, Dean could be such a mother hen some times.

"What do you want?" Dean deadpanned.

"Could I have the car today?" you asked, slightly preparing for rejection.

"I guess," Dean sighed.

"Wait, really?" even Sam was surprised.

"No. D'you really think I'd let you drive, Baby? Do you even know how much driving experience you have? Not a lot," your shoulders slumped as your arm fell from his shoulders.

"Well, maybe if someone would take me driving more often then I'd have some experience, but noooo, Dean has to be obsessed with a car," you grumbled.

"You know what? Keep this up, and you'll find a bug on your pillow," Dean warned.

"Keep this up, and I'll just steal the damn car,"

Sam chuckled, "By all means antagonize the beast, see where it gets you," Dean shot him a bitch-face, making Sam laugh more.

"Come on, Dean, it won't be for very long, I'll have it back by midnight tonight. You guys just got back from a hunt! It's not like you're going anywhere,"

"Hey, I got places to go!" Dean defended.

You deadpanned, "Where could you possibly need to go? The retirement home?" Sam choked on his water, causing him to have a coughing fit.

"You're not helping your case," Dean glared at you. "Girls can't drive, plain and simple,"

Ignoring his insult, you continued your argument, "Dean! I've never asked for anything in my whole life! Just let me drive the damn car!" you begged.

"You asked for ice cream last week, you liar," Dean shot back.

You paused, "I've never asked for anything that means this much to me in my whole life," you re-phrased.

Dean sighed, taking a deep breath and thinking for a moment. "Fine," he begrudgingly agreed, "But if you so much as get a tiny scratch on that car, you're never driving again."

"THANK YOU!" you squeezed Dean, earning a groan from him.

~~~~~~~~~~

"You're probably wondering why I called you here," you sat an apartment with two people across from you.

"Technically you just let yourself into my apartment, but go on," Charlie commented.

"And I needed a break from tablet stuff," Kevin huffed.

"Either way, we're here for a very top-secret case," Charlie and Kevin looked at each other then back at you. "Chuckster Cheese, the innocent pizza chain that brings happiness and fun to all children," you paused for suspense, "Reuses their pizza."

"I'm sorry; what?" Charlie questioned.

"Okay, hear me out, you know how at Chuckster Cheese their pizza looks like a hot mess? Like the slices never line up with each other. Sam and Dean would occasionally drop me off at pizza chains for kids, and I always noticed that Chuck's pizzas were weird looking," you pulled out your laptop and started showing them pictures of pizzas, "See, look! Why is this slice so much smaller than this one? Why doesn't this cut line up with the other side? Where did that olive come from?" you stared at them, your eyes getting bigger by the second.

"You're crazy," Charlie commented.

"I thought I was the one losing my mind, but you take the cake, Y/N," Kevin responded.

"I'm not crazy, okay! Chuckster Cheese employees take all the leftover pizza and make a new pizza out of it! Let's just go to Chuckster Cheese and see for ourselves,"

"Sure, let's go to a kid's pizza chain--for kids--and hang out. A bunch of adults hanging out in a kid's pizza chain. Nothing suspicious about that." Charlie retorted.

You three sat in the car in front of Chuckster Cheese.

"So, are we gonna go in?" Charlie asked, staring at the big rat face plastered on the building.

"Uh... I'm not sure we thought this through," you admitted.

"No, no, no, you dragged us into this, we're gonna see it through," Kevin spoke from the backseat.

"Fine, let's go,"

~~~~~~~~~~

The three of you walked into the building. Bright colors and children filled your sights as the smell of pizza with a hint of vomit filled your noses.

"Delightful," Charlie commented as she watched a child cough onto the water fountain.

You all sat down at a booth and ordered two pizzas.

"So, if this pizza is all messed up, what are we gonna do?" Kevin asked.

"Throw it away?" You suggested.

"You're gonna waste the pizza?" Charlie chimed in.

You stared at her, "It's better than letting some other shmucks eat it,"

"I didn't expect this to be your favorite hangout place," Dean appeared by your table, Sam right next to him.

"What the hell are you two doing here?"

"We should ask you the same thing," Sam replied, sitting next to you as Dean sat on the other side, practically squishing Charlie and Kevin. "Why are you at a Chuckster Cheese?"

"You're gonna think I'm crazy-" Dean cut you off.

"Oh, trust me, we already do,"

You stared at him for a moment, "Fair enough, but we're here to prove that Chuckster Cheese reuses their pizza,"

"What?" Sam and Dean looked at each other.

"Okay, so when someone orders a pizza, but they don't eat it all, a worker will take the leftover pieces, and instead of throwing them away, they take it to the back and combine it with other leftover pieces to make a full pizza for another person!" you rushed your words.

"I was only slightly joking about thinking you're crazy," Dean responded as Sam laughed.

"Okay-" you stopped when a worker brought over two pizzas, setting them down in front of you all.

You all went quiet as you stared at the hodge-podge of pizza.

"I... uh... I didn't really expect to be right if I'm being honest,"

"Why would they-" Sam stopped when he saw Dean reach for the pizza and take a piece. "Dean,"

"What? It's still pizza," Dean took a bite.

"Yeah, pizza that some grubby little demon licked!" you huffed, cringing at the fact that Dean is still eating it.

"Not saying that you aren't right, because you are, but," Sam tore his eyes away from this brother to look at you and continue, "you drove all this way, dragged Kevin and Charlie here, to see if Chuckster Cheese's pizza was fresh?"

"Sam, there's a difference between serving something fresh, and serving a random person's leftovers to other people," you argued.

"I guess..." he mumbled, returning his gaze to Dean.

"Okay, I can't watch that anymore, let's leave," Charlie said, ushering everyone out of the booth.

"Did you at least find what you were looking for, Y/N?" Sam asked as you all walked outside.

"I guess,"

"Looks like the Scooby-Doo gang solved another mystery!" Dean joked.

"We didn't solve anything, Dean," you rolled your eyes.

"Well, sure, you did! You figured out that Chuckster Cheese is a cheapskate and doesn't want to waste money by throwing out old pizza,"

"Old pizza that you ate may I add," you chuckled.

"Hey, pizza's pizza,"

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I hope y’all like this one! I’m open for tips on improving!

Requested by Anonymous:  “ooooooo i have a good Chuck E. Cheese fic idea!! Could it be like maybe sister!winchester watches Shane Dawson’s vid on Chuck E. Cheese or smthng and she goes and investigates it and then S&D figure out and just some fluff and crack?”

[kdfrqqg]

Half Angel, All Love -- Dec 24th

Jack x Reader

A/N: This was written for @webcricket advent challenge.  Complete fluff, almost smut. One shot. Prompt: New Year’s Eve Resolutions.  This is a few days late but you know Christmas is crazy.

Word Count: 975

Warnings: Drinking, kissing, lots of kissing this is set on New Year’s Eve so what do you expect.

T minus ten minutes til the New Year,  three hunters, an angel and a nephilim sat drinking beer and whiskey around the war room table. A laptop was opened in the center of the table to the Times Square ball drop.

“I for one am making a resolution not to die this year.” Dean clanked his beer to Sam’s.

“That’s a good one.” Sam agreed.

“Oh no that is an awful resolution,” Both men looked at you with a side tilt. “Come on guys, resolutions are almost always broken.  Most people say that they are going to quit smoking or like me I always say I’m going to lose weight and by March I’ve quit.  So saying you aren’t going to die is like tattooing some chicks name on your arm and saying you’re going to be together forever.  That shit just doesn’t happen.”

Both Sam and Dean chuckled at your comment, “Yeah, so Dean needs to resolve to eat more salads and less burgers.” Sam mentioned wiping the beer foam from his mouth.

“Hey! I like my burgers.” Dean defended.

“Ok how about you cut back on your drinking?” You suggested with a giggle.

“Et tu, Brute?” Dean raised his hands in defeat.

“I don’t understand, what is the best type of resolution to make?” Cas asked looking towards Jack knowing you could explain it better than any of them.

“Well,” you thought about it, “We make resolutions to help us be better people.  It is a reminder for us to try a little harder each year.”

Jack took a drink of beer, “So should resolve to be a good person.”

“That’s an excellent resolution, but in our line of work just being a good person isn’t always enough.  How about you resolve to follow your heart.” You turned touching Jack’s chest gently, “Because I believe this heart could never do anything bad intentionally.  We all make mistakes but if your heart is true the decisions that follow will ultimately be good.”

Jack interlocked his hand with yours, “Follow my heart.” He squeezed your hand a little harder.

“10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1” You, Sam and Dean stood up and started to chant as Jack and Cas joined in following your lead.

Your hands were on Jack’s jawline, a kind kiss was placed on his cheek, you liked the idea that you would be his first New Year’s kiss. Then someone else’s hands snaked around your waist, “How about a little sugar, sweetheart?” Dean whispered in your ear as he put his head on your shoulder. You rotated your your head quickly planting a kiss on his whiskey saturated lips as he smooched back tenderly.

“Oh yeah me too.” You saw the towering giant stand behind your sweet Jack.

“I don’t know if am I drunk enough to kiss all of you.” You poured a shot and downed it fast, “Ok now I am.” Jack stepped aside as Sam leaned down to pressing his pink lips to yours, his tongue darted in your mouth. You pulled away laughing, “Easy there tiger. I think I still have one more fellow to kiss.” You walked around the table and grabbed Cas’ coat pulling him down to your level and placed a sweet open mouth peck on his chapped full lips. You tore away from his kiss, “I think, I have officially hit my quota of kisses for the year.” You snickered, flopping down in the chair, feeling your lips going numb from all alcohol this evening.  

You all sat and drank until one by one you all retired to your bedrooms.  Even though you were a little drunk, you were still wired and decided to stay up clacking on your laptop while you sat cross legged on the bed.  There was a small knock on your door before it opened, you smiled when you saw it was Jack.  “Hey sweetie!”

“Hey (Y/N/N).” He put his hands in his jeans pockets.

You closed your laptop, pushing it off to the side, as you threw your legs over the edge of the bed. “Yeah, I couldn’t sleep either. What’s going on?”

“Um… um…” He strolled closer to your bed, “I was just following my heart.” He said right before his hands cupped your face sliding his lips over yours.

You bit down gently on his bottom lip enjoying the feel of him so close. “Jack,” You moaned lowly, “this is probably not the best idea.” As your legs opened for him, pulling him down on the bed by his shirt. You sprinkled a dozen small little kisses on his lips.

“I know but you said I should follow my heart and you have always been that light guiding me.” He informed you as he trailed kiss after kiss down your neck. Your hands grazed over his back making their way down to his ass as you grabbed him firmly.

His clothed hardened cock pressed into your tight leggings, you breathed heavy as his hand drifted in your waistband. “Jack, oh God, I want to but I don’t think I’m ready for that yet.”

“I understand.” He leaned away from you. “Then I’ll just be going”

You pulled him back to you with a small smile, “No, no, please don’t leave. Can I just hold you like we used to do?” This was weird for you but it felt right. Sure, you mothered him all the time and you felt more like his sister but this was definitely going to change your bond with him.  

“Can I hold you this time instead?” He asked.

“Sure.” You told him before he scooped you up spooning right behind you. For the longest time, you hadn’t felt at peace but wrapped up in his strong loving arms you knew this was going to be a good year.

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Where, Oh Where, Is Bongo?

A/N: This is my entry to the Seasons of Love - Colours of Fall Challenge being hosted by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing.  I chose to receive a surprise autumnal gif - hopefully you enjoy! 

Word Count: 1020

Characters: Sam Winchester x reader

Warnings: None

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Sam stood in front of you, puppy dog eyes out in full force. Even though he was taller than you by at least a foot, he had somehow managed to make himself seem small and childlike, although that probably had more to do with the pleading nature of his voice and the pouty bottom lip that he was currently sporting.

"Please Y/N. You know you want to. Dean never has to know....it can be our secret."

You wanted to say no. You wanted to be the strong one, the one who made the sensible decisions but all it took was one more pleading look from Sam before you cracked.

"Fine. But when he finds out, it's all on you. If he asks, I'll deny everything."

************************************************************************************  The following morning, Sam was up before you. Not exactly unusual as he was normally an early riser but, as you woke, your hands spread across the bedsheets and found them cold. He had obviously been up for some time and since there was no coffee sitting on the bedside table waiting for you, you realised that he mustn't have returned from his run.

Climbing out of bed, you quickly made your way to the kitchen in search of breakfast. Grabbing eggs, bacon and waffles, you set about prepping the food that you loved, not caring if Sam gave you a lecture on healthy eating when he eventually got back. As you cooked, you heard Dean grumbling as he stumbled through the corridors, desperate for something to soak up the vast quantity of alcohol he has consumed the previous evening. You couldn't help but smile as he sat down heavily in the chair, dropping his head onto the table in front of him.

"Feeling sorry for yourself there, Dean? Don't worry, I've got plenty of grease laden food ready to eat."

Lifting his head just enough to be able to speak to you, Dean turned to face you just as you placed the plate down next to him.

"What did we ever do to deserve you, sweetheart? You are.....you are a lifesaver, and if Sam ever messes up your relationship, I'm claiming you for my own."

"Wow, such a sweet sentiment! You only love me for my cookery skills. Now eat before it gets cold."

You both sat in silence, content to just eat breakfast and start the day in as calm a way as you were able to.  Of course, things never actually go the way you plan and your peace was shattered just a few minutes later when Sam came bursting through the door, panic stricken and wild-eyed.  Staring directly at you, he began babbling away, barely making any sense.   You could barely understand a word that he was saying, just picking out the odd phrase like “running through the woods” and “was there one minute and gone the next”.  You had to raise your voice just to get him to focus.

“Sam!  It’s too early for this level of intensity.  Now, please just calm down, take a breath and tell me what’s wrong.”

 “Bongo is missing.”

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Those three words were enough to have you up and out of your seat in seconds. Practically running towards to the garage, you and Sam were tripping over each other as you pulled on a pair of boots so that you could go and help him in his search.  It wasn’t until you heard Dean’s voice that you even remembered that he had been in the room with you when Sam had entered.  

 “Who the hell is Bongo?”

Spinning on your heels, a glance passed between you and Sam, one that certainly didn’t go unnoticed by Dean.  Desperately trying to come up with some lie that Dean would believe, you wracked your brains but were thankfully spared from having to think of anything as Sam jumped in with an answer, although it wasn’t exactly very believable.

“We….uhm…..we took in an orphan!  Yeah, that’s it, we saved a poor lonely orphan for a life of misery.  But I was out running with Bongo and he wandered off and now Y/N and I have to go and find him.”

The look on Dean’s face was priceless and in any other situation, you would have laughed but panic was starting to creep in as you thought you poor Bongo out alone in the woods that surrounded the bunker.

 “You expect me to believe that you adopted an orphan called Bongo?”

“Dean!!  Now is not the time to discuss names!  Just get dressed and come help us.”

With a roll of his eyes and a muttering of what you were sure were a few choice curse words, Dean did as you asked and stalked off to throw on clothes and shoes, before returning just as you and Sam were heading back outside.

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You were outside for hours.  Your fingers had started to get a little numb and you were cold all over even though you had been running back and forth, and your throat was hoarse from shouting Bongo’s name over and over again.  You were all set to give up when Dean’s voice boomed through the small clearing you had found yourself standing in.

“Hey idiots!  I found Bongo……orphan my ass!”

Running over to where he was standing, you were just in time to see a small head pop up out of a pile of leaves.  

Relief flooded through you and, from a few feet behind you, Sam practically leapt onto the ground and started rolling around with the dog.  You couldn’t help but give Dean a hug before dropping down next to Sam to play with Bongo.  

“Will you two get out of the dirt?  I wanna get back home – some of us have things to do today!”

While his voice held a slight smattering of annoyance at the fact that you and Sam had brought a dog home, you could tell that Dean wasn’t going to resist the idea too much, especially when he began to walk back towards the bunker scratching Bongo’s ears as the dog plodded along beside him.

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He’s My Prince

Pairing: Disneyland Prince!Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1515

Summary: An AU where Jensen is a Disneyland Prince and the reader’s niece is totally in love with his character and it might just lead to something more between you and him.

A/N – This is my submission for @teamfreewill-imagine Jamie’s 21st Jobs Celebration, with the job: Disneyland Prince, sorry I couldn’t get it out on your birthday.

‘Are we there yet, Auntie Y/N?’ Your seven year old niece had asked from beside you, in the car.

‘Not yet, my little Aurora,’ you replied, both hands on the wheel, checking the directions on your phone, telling you that you had a little over an hour to get there, to Disneyland! ‘I bet you if you took a nap, we’d be there a lot quicker besides it dark now and the park will be closed. Your mama will kill me if she finds out you’re up past your bedtime anyway.’

Sparing a glance over at her, you saw that her eyes were beginning to droop but it seemed that she was refusing to listen to you, turning up the song, which happened to be from the Disney playlist that you complied together.

The rap from Moana - You’re Welcome – sounding through the car; you wish you knew it off by heart but the little one beat you to it, belting it out at the top of her lungs.

‘I can’t, I’m excited.’ She wiggled in her seat, accentuating her point.

You were just as excited as Aurora was, maybe even more so. Just because you were older than her doesn’t mean you have to act like it when you were around something you loved.

‘Rory, I promise, Prince Phillip will be there tomorrow. If you go to sleep now we’ll go as soon as it opens in the morning, after breakfast, obviously.’

‘But, Y/N! What if Prince Phillip isn’t there?! What if he doesn’t love me?!’

She shifted in her seat, grappling at your leg and shaking it in her little hands. Quickly, you covered hers and gave it a comforting squeeze. ‘Aww, baby. How could he not love you? You are his princess aren’t you? You are Princess Aurora, right?’

‘I guess so.’

‘You are, Rory. Now go to sleep, we’ll find your Prince tomorrow.’

Finally, she listened to you, laying her head in you lap, using your thighs as pillows. When her eyes fluttered to a close you turned the volume down so that you could faintly hear it, over her soft snores that was.

Thankfully, with less traffic than anticipated, you got to the hotel within the theme park. You found a parking space quite close to the entrance.

You tried to carry as much of your bags as you could, Aurora’s bag was on your back and you pulled up the handle of your own suitcase, getting it ready so all you had to do was grab it and walked as it rolled with you.

‘Aurora. Rory, sweetie, wake up.’ You slightly shook her but she didn’t budge, curling into the seat more awkwardly. You grabbed your cross body handbag from the backseat and hooked it over you, making your way to the front, unplugging your niece from the car and holding her in your arms.

You signed in quickly and graciously took the keycard from them, the bell dinging as the receptionist called for the bell boy.

The bell boy, aptly named Esteban, helping you with your luggage as you carried the sleeping child to your room. Thank god for him, otherwise you would have gotten lost or fallen over by carrying too much.

He showed you to your room and you handed him a five dollar bill, it wasn’t a hefty tip but it was the first thing you could get to.

Esteban left the room with a nod and you quietly thanked him once again, aware that any loud noises of rapid motions could wake Aurora.

With a skill you recently acquired, you used your foot to pull back the covers of the double bed and set her down, leaving her in her clothes from the day on her, not wanting to wake her.

You tucked her in, kissing her forehead before unzipping your suitcase and finding any pair of pajamas in there.

Thankfully, you packed your toothbrush and toothpaste were in your bag as well as your phone. Whilst brushing your teeth, you sent a text of to your sister and her husband, letting them know that you and their child was safe and alive and at the right destination.

Crawling into the bed behind your niece, you flicked off the light, collapsing onto the pillow and almost instantly falling asleep.

You woke up, not on your own accord, of course. Your excited niece bouncing next to you, a foot each side of your hips, moving your body from side to side.

‘Rory,’ you whined, throwing an arm over your closed eyes. Any bets you had to place, you’d say it was six in the morning, or earlier.

Aurora dropped so that she was straddling you, landing with a thump and extracting a groan from you. ‘Aunt Y/N/N, we gotta get breakfast, then we gotta get dressed and then we have to go see Prince Phillip, before anyone else sees him.’

You reassure her once again, through a tickle fight and a few giggles, her little mind not understanding that the Prince would be in the park for a while and that she would get other opportunities to take her to see him.

After the little debacle, you checked your phone on the bedside table, the time not far off from what you originally thought – 6:17am - she agreed to get another hour sleep.

Although you felt her wiggle next to you, she didn’t wake you until gone past 7:30. Since Aurora was still in her clothes from yesterday, you threw on a pair of sweatpants and went down to eat your breakfast so you could change later.

You decided to grab some eggs on toast while Aurora wanted a small stack of pancakes that she wanted to drench in maple syrup.

Aurora had devoured her breakfast and enthusiastically encouraged you to quicken your own eating pace. As requested, you shoved the rest of the toast into your mouth before you put the plates on the trays with the other dirty dishes.

You were adjusting her pink dress one last time and placing the plastic crown on her head before you moved on to dress yourself and finished off your Rapunzel inspired look by adorning your butterfly purse.

‘You ready to go Rory?’ You asked checking the time, the park was about to open.

She squealed and clapped her hands. Oh, yeah. She was totally ready to go.

With a quick search of your bag, you and your excited niece were inside the park, grabbing a map and headed straight for the EPCOT section of the park, albeit a little longer than expected (because you got lost a few times along the way).

When Aurora set eyes on the back of Prince Phillip’s head, she let go of your hand and rushed towards him, her little heels clicking along the concrete.

‘Rory! Aurora! Slow down, he’s still going to be there!’

‘But Aunt Y/N, he’s my prince!’ She replied just as loud, especially with the distance put between you.

The prince turned around and shot a killer smile to the child barreling towards him, bowing to her.

‘My Princess. What is your name?’ His striking green eyes, which should have been brown, staring into her purple ones. Her name aptly given to her as your sister saw the changes of her eye colour after she was born. Blue to purple.

She placed her hands on either side of his face and you were quick to rush forward and apologise for her behaviour but he shook his head and resumed his acting as the handsome prince.

‘Aurora.’ She giggled. ‘That’s why you’re my prince.’

The prince looked at up at you for conformation and you just nodded.

‘Yep, that’s really her name.’ You whispered.

His interaction with her was adorable, he acted as if they were in the movie and when she asked him to dance with her he stood at lightning speed, telling her to step on his toes as they twirled and spun around in circles. You pulled out your phone, setting it up to record and pointing it at them.

When they were out of breath and laughing, the prince bowed and Aurora curtsied, squealing once more as she ran the short distance to you.

‘Rory, did you say thank you to Prince Phillip?’

She shook her head and you led her back to the prince.

‘Thank you, Prince Phillip!’

He clenched both of his hands into fists, one arm going in front and the other behind his back, tilting his head forward as he bowed again. ‘You’re Welcome, Princess Aurora.’

The prince then turned to you, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles, he moved his head to kiss your cheek then whispered in your ear, ‘call me Jensen.’

When Jensen pulled away, he directed his next words to the both of you. ‘I hope to see you both around here soon.’

‘Oh don’t worry, you will, Prince Phillip.’

This was going to be a good holiday. You and Aurora were definitely going to see more of Prince Jensen.

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Probable Fear of Abandonment- Part 3

Part One Here Part Two Here

Pairing: Sam x reader Characters: Sam, Dean, the reader Warnings: angstttt, swearing, a little bit of bestfriend!Dean fluff:)  Request: The reader and the Winchesters have hunted together for years, but when the reader is hospitalized and the Winchesters have to go save the world they leave her behind. The plan was for the separation to be temporary, but when the reader wakes up earlier than the doctors thought she would and sees the Winchesters gone, she thinks they left her. So, with both her heart and a few bones broken. she moves on with her life and starts hunting solo. Years later, fate will bring the three of them together again. On an impossible hunt, not only will the reader see her ex-boyfriend, Sam, but his brother again too! A/N: This took forever, I’m so sorry guys<3  Tag list:  @amanda-teaches@myplaceofthingsilove@spectaculicious@bambinovak@bambinovak@writingthingsisdifficult@padackles2010@mamaredd123@milkymilky-cocopuff@iwantthedean@zeppo-in-a-trenchcoat@spntrista @d-s-winchester@just-another-busy-fangirl@winchesterprincessbride@waywardjoy@supernaturalyobsessed@whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname@sandlee44@fangirl1802@kittenofdoomage@evyiione@winchestersmut@purgatoan@mogaruke@therewillbeblood@megansescape@taste-of-dean@leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @scarlet-soldier-in-an-impala@deathtonormalcy56@wildfirewinchester@notnaturalanahi@jensen-jarpad@impalaimagining@fangirlextraordinaire@itseverythingilike@jesspfly@love@mysteriouslyme81@mrswhozeewhatsis@aiaranradnay@supernatural-jackles@girl-next-door-writes @spnsasha @27bmm @spnfanficpond @amanda-teaches@myplaceofthingsilove@spectaculicious@bambinovak@writingthingsisdifficult@spn-imagines-to-feel@spn-ficfanatic​@cleverdame@saxxxology@jensen-jarpad@keepcalmandcarryondean gabriels-trix @gallifreyansass @raylin19 @missdestiel67 @spn-ficfanatic @lucyketch

For a minute you just stood there, blinking. Sam had just dropped a bomb, and from the way his hand carefully grazed your arm, he knew it too. 

The touch was hesitant, as if he had no earthly idea how you’d react. But it was what you needed, the familiarity of it all. It had been years, and you’d since settled yourself into a comfortable, suburban life. One that you and Dean used to laugh at, and Sam would secretly go green with envy over. 

You dared a peek at Sam, just to search his face. But he was keeping his features level, willing himself to be a calm in the midst of your storm. With pursed lips and a cool stare, he watched you- still towering almost a full foot taller like he had all those years ago. 

In the midst of the silence, you remembered his brother- the best friend who never failed to make you shake with laughter. The one who’d stay up with you on particularly long nights, practically killing himself just to make you smile.  

“I want to see Dean,” You loosed a breath before turning to Sam, your hair swishing around your shoulders at the movement. 

“O-Okay,” Surprised flashes in his eyes, but it didn’t go any further than that. Instead he just turned in the direction of the Impala and motioned for you to follow, feeling nosy stares from the rest of the parking lot. 

The walk was near silent. Even though both of you had about a million things to say to each other, the parking lot of a Whole Food’s didn’t seem like the right place. 

So you kept your eyes trained on the cracked pavement below your feet until you approached his car, and nearly teared up at the sight of it. 

“Baby,” You breathed, taking in the sight of the car you loved so dearly, “How the hell did you convince Dean to let you take her?” 

A warm chuckle from Sam, “I didn’t. He’s gonna kill me when we get home.” 

“Home?” In all your years of knowing him, you’d never heard Sam use that word referencing to himself- to a place he lived. 

“Yeah,” He ran his fingers through his hair before saying quietly, “A lot’s changed since we last saw you.” 

“Oh,” You swallowed, remembering everything that had happened. That cruel twist of fate that had sent you spinning, and the Winchesters searching. 

The car ride was tense. 

The little conversation that passed between the two of you was jumbled. You’d interrupt each other, trip over your words to a point that silence was a better option. It was as if neither of you could have a normal conversation until you addressed what was really on your mind: all of those years you’d spent apart from one another. 

Did he still love you? The first time the thought crossed your mind was when Sam reached towards the stereo. His nose had crinkled in disgust at Dean’s hard rock that had blared from the speakers, and he’d immediately opted for a gentler melody. Slow, bluesy tunes that reminded you so much of the night you’d met washed over the car, all but drenching you in nostalgia. 

It had been a rainy night, the weather reflecting your attitude towards a particularly nasty hunt, and you were hunched over your third beer. You took long gulps as you watched the bartender hit on his fourth girl of the night, always putting on the same tricks and always using the same lines, “Want to learn a bar trick?” 

When the main door’s bell had then rung, you weren’t paying attention at first. You just kept your nose in your drink and your head down, all you’d wanted to do was forget about your problems for one night. Only when you’d overheard the words “Vampires” and “Abigail Louis” did you start paying attention to the conversation happening to your left.  

Two men, whom you'd soon come to know as Sam and Dean Winchester, were sitting huddled together- looking just as weary as you felt. When you scanned them up and down you saw they both were armed, and almost immediately pegged them for hunters. 

The worn out flannels, the mud-caked boots, they had to be hunters. And if their general clothing didn’t tell you as much, their eyes did. Both of them, each brother, had eyes that had seen too much. 

They had eyes just like yours, ones that had looked into the darkest parts of the world, and held that gaze everyday. 

You hadn’t officially met them until the day after, when both you and the Winchesters had shown up to the police station posing as FBI agents- that had been an interesting one to explain to the sheriff. But you’d always count that night in the bar as the first time you met Sam. 

If not because it was the first time you ran into other hunters on the same case, but because seeing them had made you feel a little less alone in the miserable life you led. 

When you pulled up to what seemed to be an abandoned warehouse, at first you had no idea what to expect. Years of hunting and all of the mistrust that came with it had you questioning Sam’s true intentions, if only for a moment. But when a grumbling Dean came rushing out from a smaller door to the side, you knew you were at the “home” his brother had referred to earlier. 

It didn’t look like a home though, much less a house. Built into a hill was a small, rounded brick structure, dead ivy snaking its way through cracks in its foundation. Even from your view from the Impala, you could see the layers of dust and grime coating the building’s exterior, what was this place? 

You didn’t have time to take in much more than that before you were interrupted by a pissed off Dean, “Sammy! I swear to Chuck if there’s a scratch on her-” 

But he stopped when he saw you, sitting in the passenger’s seat. 

“Wh-wh-” His voice wobbled as he studied you through the car window, “How th-what? Y-You?” 

You stared right back at him, feeling your eyes burn at every tired line on his face, knowing a few of them were probably from looking for you. The thought had you spinning, wondering how many other things had happened as a result of your sister’s betrayal. How many sleepless nights? How many fights? How many bottles of whiskey did it take for him, specifically him, to stop searching for you? 

“(Y/N/N),” He was still gaping at you, mouth hanging open, but this time when the older Winchester spoke, his voice was clear. Your name wasn’t a question, it was a statement. 

“D,” You breathed and began scrambling to open the Impala’s door, just wanting to get your hands on him. Seconds later you’d flung your arms around his neck and felt his own wrap around your mid section, the both of you squeezing the life out of each other. 

“I thought I’d never see you again,” Dean whispered, his breath tickling the crook of your neck, “I thought you were gone,” 

“I-I, I didn’t think I’d see you either.” You echoed, inhaling and clinging onto that familiar scent of whiskey and mint as it filled your lungs. Home, the Winchesters were your Home, and now it was time for them to show you theirs: the “Bunker” you thought you’d heard Sam call it. 

[thethingwewrite]

Just That One Time

Summary: Face to face with the boys, now what? You think you know what they have in mind but are you so sure about that?

Word Counting: 2887

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader

Warning: Angst,  Mention of depression, suicidal thought. Blood, character death, fluff

A/N: Hey everyone, I am sorry for the long wait. The part 2 of Two differents Time This fic was a bit difficult to write, I had never been deep in those thoughts and I didn’t like that much. This is why I needed time to write and correctly not wanting the reader to sound so cliche I would say. Maybe it’s not the right to chose and I am sorry I just wanted this fic to be perfect and I was still inspired by Kelly Clarkson song Dark Side. I Hope you like it. Thanks to @mrswhozeewhatsis and @aingealcethlenn for betaing this fic.

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Part 1

You stood up but didn’t move, too afraid and worried about their reaction. You could tell that Dean didn’t seem very happy with this situation.

“Hey guys,” you said when they reached you, trying your best to smile.

You carefully watched them, to your surprise they didn’t look upset or hurt. No, they mostly seemed disappointed and their facial expressions made your heart pinch. Instantly, you knew you screwed up and it would be hard to regain even just their trust. You didn’t know what else you could say; there were no words for what you had done. It had broken your heart, but you’d had no choice. Sure, you let them choose each other, only leaving to protect their bond. You left making sure they never saw your tears, not wanting to be their hunting Yoko.

After that, you went on a rough path, one you were surprised you even escaped and still wondered how you did it. If they only knew what happened in your head, what thoughts you had over the past 2 years. Everything was a mess. You started hunting again, going on hunt after hunt, being careless about yourself, and close to not making it. You only survived because you still had that hope in the back of your mind, a place you would go when you fell down.

You couldn’t go back to the second place you called home after Dean killed and tortured most of the people you cared about, when you found out about him being a demon. It was a mess almost burning the town. Nor could you stay with either Jody Mills or with Garth, knowing they would eventually call the boys and both of them would come, trying to help you get back on your feet, feeling all guilty about you leaving and turning into a mess. That’s not what you wanted or needed, so you just wandered around for two years making sure you wouldn’t come across the Winchesters.

Your evil Time (4 months earlier)

A thin ray of sunshine coming through your window, lightly caressing your face made you groan and turn over. Your bed was so comfortable and your pillow smelled like vanilla. You were so comfortable, in fact, that it took a few seconds to remember that you didn’t have a room, a comfortable bed, or a pillow that smelled like vanilla. Your eyes shot open and you immediately sat up, looking around the room after rubbing your face. How did you get here? When did you get here? The last thing you remembered wasn’t really clear to you. It was only a flashback of you hunting and being attacked by something. That’s when the memory ended.

You stood up, but it seemed that your legs didn’t respond the way they should as you fell down face first on the floor. You groaned in pain, turned around, and curled up with your eyes closed.

“Excuse me, what are you doing?” asked a woman’s voice.

Your eyes opened to see a red pair of heels; your first thought was ‘Nice shoes’. You looked up to see a brunette in her mid-twenties with grey eyes wearing a black wrap over dress and grinning at you.

“Felt like kissing the floor,” you said sarcastically.

The woman rolled her eyes and helped you up. “Don’t try too much,“ she said, making you sit back down the bed.

You slightly groaned.  “What happened to me?”

“Oh, not much? Where do I start… Yeah right, you busted into my house, tried to kill me, but instead, you almost killed yourself because you were drunk,” she said, sounding a little amused.

You swallowed hard, more worried than ever. “You are the witch I was supposed to go after.”

The witch chuckled. “You are not as dumb as you look!” she said. “Lucky you, I was in a good mood, so I decided to keep you here until you get better.”

You didn’t know if you were lucky or not, but you still wondered why. You sighed. “How long was I unconscious?” you asked.

You wanted to know how long you had survived so far and how much time you still had.

“Two days. You were not in good shape. You have a deep wound near your heart. Another inch to the right and no more you for this world.” She chuckled as she showed you where the wound was and moved her hand where your heart was. “Geez! Calm down. I am not going to hurt you anymore.“ She smirked now that your heart was beating faster and it felt like she was enjoying how scared you were.

Of course, she was enjoying this. She was a witch after all. You watched her smirking, not expecting that she would let you live.

She laughed. “I am going to keep you here until you get better,” she said.

You raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean? I am fine!”

She shook her head, taking a step back. “You are not fine, sweety. You are reckless and from what I could tell you barely cared to live anymore. Call me crazy, but I think you’re going down a bad road.“ She walked towards the door. “Rest. Dinner will be ready at 6.” She walked out of the room.

You watched her leave. She might be… okay, she was right, but you weren’t ready to admit it to yourself. More importantly, you didn’t want to stay there. She was a witch and god knew how they could be very unpredictable and also quickly offended. You didn’t want to mess with one of them, which was why hunters either killed them or stopped them if they were being cooperative.

You weren’t able to stand up yet. Your legs were numb, probably because you hadn’t moved for two days or maybe it was because she cast a spell on you. You were so sure she had bad intentions even if she did save you for some reason.You glanced around the room, your gaze stopping at the window. You took a deep breath before putting one of your legs on the floor but you felt like it was going to twist so you put it back on the bed again.

You were stuck, mostly because you still felt too weak to move and then what? Where would you go? Back to the boys? To Jody Mills? Or Garth? You weren’t so sure you wanted to come back to any of them. It had been way too long, and you were sure Jody or Garth would call them, so it was a big no. You knew it was a rookie mistake to stay there until you got better with the witch around, but at that moment you didn’t know what to do. It would only be for a few days, right? It was only now you realized how much you were fooling yourself, considering those few days turned into weeks then four months until you were getting better, your wounds slowly becoming a scratch from the past.

Even though you didn’t trust the witch at first, as the time went by she gradually made you forget how hurt you were. She showed that you didn’t need the boys, told you that you were a strong independant woman who didn’t need men by your side, and made you less depressed and suicidal. Gwendolyn, the witch, showed you her magic. At first, you didn’t want to practice any of it because you knew where it came from. It was deep and dark, so you stayed away from it for a while. Later, you wouldn’t know when the change happened. You just knew you started to use magic for some reason and you felt better, different.

Where your hunter side was more discreet and tried to avoid collateral damage, your new side didn’t seem to care much about any of that. Overnight you started to hurt people, to make them suffer, usually men. You always thought you didn’t have a type, like a serial killer, so you didn’t pay much attention to it as you sometimes went for women. You could tell Gwendolyn was regretting her choice when you made a third crime and again didn’t cover your tracks, forcing her to do it for you.

Soon it became a habit for her to do that for you. She wasn’t pleased at the way you attracted attention to yourself, like you wanted the right person to notice you, wanted them to know what you were up to. She couldn’t let that happen, not on her watch, making the both of you argue most of the time.

Like that one time where you were in the training room practicing your new power, not paying attention to your name being called in the distance. The shouts quickly sounded annoyed and were then followed by the door being slammed open as Gwendolyn walked in the room.

“ (Y/N)! What the hell!”

You rolled your eyes. “Nice entrance, Gwen. Need more sparkles though,” you said sarcastically, deliberately not turning to face her.

Gwen frowned. “I know why you are killing those men!”

You swallowed hard but kept using telekinesis on a chair. “Oh? Really? Enlighten me with your wisdom!”

She scoffed. “The fact that those men are always two brothers, very tall, and one shorter than the other isn’t ringing a bell to you ?”

You turned to face her, about to say something sassy or close to it, the chair still floating. The sight of her made you literally drop everything, though. Her nose was bleeding, her shoulder was slightly cut, and her pants were dirty with mud. The chair fell from the air and broke into pieces as you approached her with alarm. “What happened to you?” you asked, worried and concerned.

“Oh that? Nothing much, just a little meeting with two brothers who happened to be hunters!” Gwen said, upset pulling her hand up to stop you. “Don’t even bother.”

You looked down, not sure what to say to her. She was upset and she had every right to be.

“They were the reason why you ran away? Why you felt the need to hurt and kill those men?” Gwen asked, walking around you. “Why you were miserable, depressed and suicidal when I picked you up?”

You sighed, pushing back the feelings that were coming back. Even though she was right, you weren’t ready to hear it. “Let me just –”

“No! don’t even touch me! is this how you thank me? For helping you? For being there when you needed someone when you had those nightmares?” she said, coming toward you. “I showed you everything I knew, (Y/N). Everything! You only think of them!”

You stepped back. “You have every right to b–”

“Damn right! You know what? How about you go and kill them right now. They are in the bar at the moment. They think they killed the right witch.” She chuckled even though she didn’t look happy.

You widened your eyes. “No! I am not going to do that!” you said, shaking your head.

Gwen smirked. “Why not? You little hypocrite! Would you rather kill innocent people instead of them? I guess I should do the work for you!”

Later, you wouldn’t be sure what exactly happened or who made the first move. The next thing you knew, you two were fighting, using your power to try and knock out the other one. The chairs were thrown at each other, the table was upside down to protect you, and the potions were broken on the floor. She was powerful, but even with your issues with control, you were smarter, faster, and knew what could weaken a witch. This gave you a little advantage against her. You were a hunter; you could kick her ass any time. You used the anti-witch bracelet you kept on you to weaken her, then punched her hard to knock her out. Not caring what would happen to her, you cuffed her against a wall and left.

“Cut to the crap (Y/N)! Why are we here?” Dean asked, annoyed.

This brought you back to the present, back to your faith in their hands. “I know apologizing for what I did won’t change anything. However, I wanted to show you a place and I want you to be open-minded. You will see and know everything I have been through. Just promise me you will be there because I need you guys to show me who I am again.”

The boys looked at each other not sure what to say; they didn’t expect you to say these kinds of things. You watched them carefully, wondering what their answer would be.

Sam stepped close to you, avoiding the look Dean was giving him. “Listen (Y/N), we know what you have been through and we shouldn’t have let you leave,” he confessed, taking your hand.

You were taken aback by his words, by the softness and the sadness of his voice, like he had been a mess without you. You let him pull you to him, resting your head on his chest, not believing that you were wrong about what you read on their faces. They weren’t disappointed or hurt by what you did, but hurt that you were alone and disappointed that they let you leave. Well, it was mostly true for Sam. Dean, on the other hand, looked very upset. You didn’t pay attention to him, though, as tears were falling down your face and wetting Sam’s shirt.

You cried for a long time in his arms, feeling protected and safe. You felt very numb as well, not caring about your surroundings. Nothing else mattered, you only paid attention to him. Barely noticing that he picked you up, you continued clinging to him as he took you to the Impala and made you sit in the back seat. Sam was being adorable, caring, and protective, making sure you wouldn’t feel alone by staying in the back seat with you and wrapping his arms around you. Dean drove back to the bunker. You fell asleep not having the strength to tell him how you felt but you guessed he knew in a way.

Your eyes shot open hearing your name being screamed. You looked around wondering where you were, at first, but slowly the furniture, the decorations, and the pictures all over the walls made you realize where you were. You didn’t have much time to think through everything when you heard the same voice calling you again, instantly recognizing it. Without thinking twice you ran out of the room.

You ran in the hallway toward the sound. However, the more you ran, the more the hallway got longer, the more your legs felt heavy, and the more you panted. No matter what, though, you didn’t stop running, even though it felt like an eternity. As if you were teleported into the Enterprise, the scenery changed. Everything became darkness and you were roughly pushed onto a chair, metallic restraints closing on your arms, legs, and around your belly. The restraints were very tight, making it difficult for you to breathe.

A spot light appeared not far from you., Sam was also tied up the way you were. He had blood coming out of his mouth, some from a cut on his cheek, and some from his lower lip. His eyes were closed as if he were asleep. You opened your mouth, but his eyes shot open, covered in blood. “You did this to me!” he accused.

You shook your head “N–”

“We trusted you.” Dean’s voice came from your left.

You turned your head and your eyes widened when another spotlight appeared revealing Dean chained against a wall with his guts cut open. “No ! I…I..” you stuttered.

“They’re right, you know. You did that to them.”

Your heart beat raced, your breath accelerated and you felt like throwing up when you saw in front of you a version of yourself holding a knife covered in blood and a smirk on her face.

This copy of you laughed. “What’s the matter (Y/N)? Can’t see yourself like this?” she taunted, coming toward Sam. “You knew it was only a matter of time before this happened.”

“No! Please don’t!” you pleaded.

She laughed again. “It’s inevitable,” she said, walking behind Sam and slicing his throat. “It’s who you are now.” She smirked, walking toward Dean. “You can’t change who you really are,” she said, stabbing him twice then walking toward you. Once in front of you, she leaned forward near your ears. “Just accept it,” she whispered just as you felt a sharp pain in your stomach.

You woke up almost screaming, sweat pouring from your skin and tears falling down your face. You panted, looking around, but not registering anything. Sam came closer to you. “Hey it’s going to be alright,” he said, taking you in his arms.

You relaxed in his arms, not sure what to say or what to do. You wanted to push him away, to run away just to protect him, but this felt so good and so peaceful. Instead, you just laid there and gripped his shirt as he whispered sweet words to calm you down.

Part 3

[queen-of-deans-booty]

You Go On A Stakeout with Dean

Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam (mentioned)

Word Count: 985

Warnings: dean fluff, thinking of Sam and your life with him 

Author’s Note: In this, the reader and Dean are 23 years old. Thank you for @jarpadandjensenaremyheroes for this idea! Go follow her because she’s amazing! If you ever have any ideas that you would want to see before the first episode, don’t be shy. I love writing about the series and making the reader’s character stronger.

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“How long do you think this will go on for?” You asked, sitting in the front seat of the Impala with Dean. You two were on a stake out in place of John since he was too busy to do this. You three were hunting a nasty werewolf and you had to find out of the person you thought was it, was actually it.

If you saw someone leave this house, you would be on their ass in seconds, demanding to know what was going on. You and Dean have been going on more hunts alone than going on hunts with John. You had no idea what could possibly be more important but whenever you brought it up, he would always scold you and drop it.

“What do you mean, the hunt?” Dean asked, looking at you.

“No, I mean this life. Do you think we’ll ever be done?” You asked with a sigh.

“No, I think there will always be something out there, killing innocent people and if we leave, who is going to save them?”

“You’re right.” You said, looking back at the house.

“You know what helps me get through it?” Dean asked.

“What?”

“You,” Your head whipped around to see if he was joking. Did he really think about you like that? “Sammy, my dad, even my mom. I think about all the good times we had together. It makes it easier.”

Of course, he wouldn’t think of you like that.

“Do you miss Sam?” You asked.

“All the time. I hated how he left things with me and my dad. They are always fighting and right when I think I know why, it changes and I’m left in the cold again. I hate it.”

“You know, I just think that am wanted more. He never liked hunting and I don’t blame him. It’s tough and not that he wasn’t tough enough, I just think of it as he just wasn’t ready. He’ll come back, eventually. Hopefully. He seemed to be happy at college.” You said, not thinking about what you were saying.

“What?”

“What?” You asked, looking into Dean’s eyes.

“Did you go visit Sam?” He asked, scrunching his brows together.

“Remember that hunt that took us to California? You asked me where I was and I said on a walk? I was at Stanford. I knew that if I told you or even your dad, you two wouldn’t let me go.”

“I wish you would have told me. I would have help you.” Dean said, looking down.

“It’s okay, Dean, you can say the words. I know you miss him.” You said softly.

“Yeah, a lot,” Dean whispered back, looking at you. “Is he happy?”

“Yeah, he is. He met a very nice girl name Jessica. I ran into her at the party that was being thrown. Don’t worry, Sam never knew I was there. God, you should have seen his face, he was so happy. I couldn’t make myself know. I couldn’t take that away from him.” You said, sighing.

“No, yeah, you’re right. Next time, though, let me know because I want to come with.” You nodded and he smiled, not knowing what to say now.

“What’s your favorite memory? Any kind of memory of us, you and Sam, you and John, anything.” You asked in a whisper. You moved closer to him but he didn’t seem to mind it.

“The earliest memory that I have of you.” He said, smiling softly.

“Do tell.” You asked, intrigued by this.

“It was the day you found me in the bathroom, balling my eyes out. I was 6-years-old and I was sad about my mom and I didn’t want to see anyone so I don’t know why I picked the bathroom to hide in. Anyways, you come waltzing in with your bag of Legos, demanding to know to what was wrong.” Dean said with a smile.

“Oh, that’s right. You were a stubborn ass. I was just doing what I had to do.” You giggled softly.

“You told me that you would share your mom with me. I know we met a year before that but in that moment, I knew.”

“Knew what?” You whispered.

“That you would be my best friend. I was right. 18 years later, you’re still my best friend.” He said with a smile.

“I was going to be your best friend no matter what you said.” You smiled, looking down.

“What is your favorite memory?” He asked, wanting to know.

“You know, you were my first kiss. Ever. I remember being humiliated by that douche, I forget his name. I remember walking home that night, crying my eyes out and there you were, saving me like you always do. Then you said some nice words to me and you kissed me. Remember that?” You asked, looking into his eyes.

“Yeah, I do remember.” Dean said, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear. You didn’t know if it was because he was so close to you, or that his hand was on your cheek, or it was dark, or whatever the case was but you found yourself inching closer and closer to him.

This was it. This was the moment that would be forever yours. Your eyes never left his and somewhere, in those beautiful green irises, you knew he wanted this too. You closed your eyes, expecting to feel the soft skin on yours but it never came.

There was a loud bang and a roar come from the house you were watching. Dean pulled away and you opened your eyes, biting your lip to stop yourself from crying.

“Sweetheart, we have to move now.” Dean said, grabbing the guns on the floor of the car. He handed one to you and got out of the car, immediately running to the house.

Maybe you and Dean just weren’t meant to be together.

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Day 7: Snowball Fight

Warnings: Dammit is said once Characters: Sam & Dean Winchester, Sister Winchester Reader, Castiel Summary: SNOOOWBALLLL FIIIIGHT Reader’s Age: Any Word Count: 1034

Y/N: Your Name

A/N: SNOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW. Enjoy!

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You shuffled into the library in an oversized fuzzy sweater with a cup of hot cider warming your hands. You sat down next to Sam who was reading.

"What'cha doin'?" You asked, peering over his shoulder.

Sam kept his eyes on his book, "Reading," he replied.

"What'cha readin'?" You retorted.

Sam sighed and closed his book, shoving it away as he leaned back in his chair. "Can I help you with something?" He asked.

"Nope," you took a sip of your cider. Sam smiled and patted your shoulder. A few seconds of comfortable silence passed before the bunker's door opened.

Dean walked down the steps covered in snow. "It's really coming down out there," he commented as he set a few bags on the map table, followed by him walking into the library.

"It's not light and fluffy snow either, it's compacting snow," Dean spoke as he took his coat off.

"Rea-a-lly?" You stretched out the word in a high-pitched voice, taking a sip of cider with a slight smirk showing.

"Yea-a-h," Dean mocked your voice. You stuck your tongue out at him which he gladly returned.

"I'll be back," you declared, setting your mug on the table, getting up and dashing out of the room.

You grabbed your coat, gloves, and a bucket and sprinted outside. You collapsed into the snow and started forming balls out of it, placing them into your bucket.

You picked up your bucket and went inside. You squatted down behind the railings and waited for your first victim.

You saw Sam leaving the library. You picked up a snowball and chucked it as hard as you could, hitting him in the head. Sam dropped the book he was carrying and looked up to find the assassin.

You burst out laughing as you reached for another snowball. Dean came out of the library as you threw the snowball, it hit him square in the chest. He didn't seem to flinch, his eyes just looked at his chest, but then slowly rose to you.

"Uh-oh," you mumbled to yourself. Dean smirked as he slowly walked away. You were expecting more of a fight, but if you just got away with a free hit then you got no reason to complain.

You decided to get more bundled up and go outside, maybe make a few snow angels?

You walked outside and leaped into a pile of snow. You moved your arms and legs back and forth when a sudden voice startled you. "Hello, Y/N," you lifted your head and saw Cas standing by the door.

"What's up, Cas?" You sat up, being careful not to ruin your creation.

Castiel looked up, "The sky, some clouds-"

"Cas," you pursed your lips, "I meant what's up with you?"

"Oh," Cas shuffled awkwardly, "I just wanted to stop by,"

"Okay... Could you help me up? I don't wanna ruin this," you held out your hands.

Cas took your hands and you jumped up, making sure not to ruin it. You walked over to the head of it and drew a little oval in the snow. "Look, Cas, it's you," you pointed with a big smile on your face. Cas tilted his head before giving you a warming smile.

Silence filled the air before it was broken by a very loud, "ATTACK!"  that echoed throwout the area, catching you off guard. You spun around and saw Sam and Dean charging at you with arms filled with snowballs. They ducked behind a giant pile of snow and started launching snowballs over it. You ran over and tackled Cas, landing behind some bushes.

You rolled off of Cas and peeked your head over the bushes, seeing a snowball fly straight towards your face, but luckily, you ducked just in time. "Okay, Cas, we gotta beat those guys, are you with me?" You asked as you compacted snow into little balls.

"I don't quite under-"

You cut Cas off, "There's no time to explain, soldier! You're rather with me or you ain't! So, tell me, are you with me?" You spoke in a drill sergeant voice.

"Uh, yes," Cas nodded.

"That's great to hear, soldier! Now start making more ammo! We're gonna need it!" You instructed. Cas nodded and began creating more 'ammo.'

As Cas made snowballs you threw them over the bushes, hoping to hit one of the enemies. "Okay, soldier, I'm gonna have to sneak around, we ain't gonna hit them from here. You're gonna have to listen to me, I may not make it out of there alive, so if I do fall, you have to pick up where I left off and avenge me. Can you do that?" You grabbed Cas' shoulder. Cas nodded. You patted his cheek before looking over the bushes, "It's clear," you said mostly to yourself. You grabbed some ammo and snuck around the bushes. You then went into a full sprint when you realized there was no more cover.

You leaped over the enemies barriers, throwing a snowball in mid-air, successfully hitting one of your targets. But, sadly, the other one threw a ball at you. It hit you as you fell into the snow.

"MAN DOWN!" You screamed, "CASTIEL! AVENGE ME!" You said with your final breath.

The one that killed you yelled something along the lines of, "SAMMY!" But before you knew it, everything went black. That is until you peeked your eyes open to watch the final battle.

Cas emerged from the bushes, locked and loaded. He was throwing snowballs everywhere. Dean hopped over the barrier and started throwing snowballs as well. Then, they both threw one at the same time, successfully hitting each other. They both went down with a huge thud.

"SO WHO WON?" You yelled as Sam helped you up, seeing as you were almost buried in snow.

"IT'S A TIE!" Dean yelled back as he stood up.

"Dammit..." You mumbled to yourself. Sam gave you a look that you knew meant to 'watch your language' but you didn't care and he didn't seem to mind that much.

"What do you say we get inside and drink some hot cocoa to get warmed up?" Sam suggested. You all nodded and went inside.

I hope y’all like this one! I’m open for tips on improving!

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Ruining Christmas -- Dec 12th

Cas x Reader x Dean

Summary:  This is set after Cas returns from the empty. Dean can’t help his feelings for the reader but the reader is Cas’ girl

A/N: This was written for @webcricket advent challenge.  Theme: Christmas Disaster. So this started off to be funny and well it turned angsty with some sexual innuendo.

Warnings: angst

Word Count: 1.1K

Finally a sleepy Saturday around the bunker, (Y/N) had been buzzing around doing dishes, and laundry since 5 am.  “Come on Jack!” She yelled down the hallway putting her keys in her pocket.  “We need to get to the bank before they close at noon.”

“I’m coming.” He said grabbing his backpack.

“Where are you two headed?” Dean asked knowing you’d pick him up anything he asked.

“Bank, dry cleaners and the grocery store.  Between you and Jack, y’all are eating us out of house and home.” You chuckled grateful that you could feed your boys so well.

“Um you think you could pick me up some…”

You cut him off, “I already have beer on the list.”

“Well I was going to ask for…”

“Pie too. Dee, I know you very well.” You kissed his cheek remembering words and touches that had comforted during their mutual grief.  

“I guess so.” He smiled at how warm you really were.

—

“Dean, are you sure about this?” Castiel asked while bringing in the huge live Christmas tree.

“Yes, man, she wants to make Christmas special for Jack and you but she knows how our lives are.  So I say we should surprise her.” Dean set the tree in the stand with a grunt.

The two men wrapped lights and tinsel, hung box after box of ornaments on the tree.  “She’s going to love this.” Dean told Cas marveling at his handy work.  “I’ll go start dinner. She’s going to love this!” He was almost giddy.  The thought of making her Christmas brighter was pulsing the endorphins of excitement right through him.  Cas was back which meant late night crying sessions and snuggles were over for the two of you but it didn’t mean she wasn’t special to him anymore and he wanted to prove that to her.

Hours later, (Y/N) and Jack returned.  “What smells so good?” She asked with her arms full of bags.

Dean turned around with his ‘Kiss the Cook’ apron, “You’ll see but first I need payment.” He pointed to his cheek.

She giggled at his happy face and ridiculous outfit, “Are those rolls?” She asked peering over his shoulder before sweetly kissing his cheek.

“Yeap and a few other surprises.  Let Jack take care of those. Cas has a surprise for you.”  

“Cas really?” She questioned knowing this had Dean’s name written all over it. “Oh My God!” (Y/N)’s mouth opened forming a perfect Oh, “This is beautiful. Cas, did you do all this?”

“Of course he did.” Dean gave Cas all the credit.

She walked up to Cas and wrapped her arms around him kissing him tenderly at first until her body was pressed right next to him.  Her head tilted as her tongue explored his mouth.  “I love it angel.”

Dean watched as his best friend and the woman he never knew he wanted, kiss more passionately than may had ever seen.  Dean was trilled to have Cas back because the grief was gone but so was she.  (Y/N) was the only thing keeping Dean together, and things were going back to normal, they were gorgeous together and he didn’t want his feelings to ruin what they had. He did the only thing he could which was to bury his love deep down.

Dinner was amazing in a matter of a few hours, the five of you had torn through a whole twenty four pack of beer.  Dean was helping (Y/N) clean up the kitchen, they were a little drunker than normal and arms bumped against arms as longing eyes darted away when they connected.  She was Cas’ but Dean thought he could bury it but when she was with him, he wanted nothing more than to be with her.  His arms enveloped her waist as her hips hit the counter, he kissed her neck, she melted into his chest.

“Dean, we can’t.” She told him not wanting to pull away.

“I know.” He whispered. She spun around and he pulled her back into him.  “I can’t help it.” His lips crashed against hers.  Their hands were on each others waist, they should stop but they couldn’t, they needed each other.  

Then a plate dropped to the floor pulling them away from each other, “What the hell is going on here?!” Cas spat, unsure what how to act so he just ran from the room.

“Cas, I can explain.” Dean yelled as he followed quickly after him. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry!” Cas turned around, Sam and Jack stood up trying to figure out what just happened. “She’s mine!” Cas shoved Dean into the tree knocking it to the ground, “She loves me!” A splatter of broken ornaments hit the floor, as he too hit the ground, Dean didn’t even try to defend himself as he saw Cas’ right hand form a fist.  He deserved it, Cas’ hand collided against Dean’s jaw.

“Cas stop!” She ordered trying to pull Cas off of Dean.  

Cas didn’t listen to any of you yelling at him as he pummeled Dean’s face, “Is this why you wanted to do all this stuff for (Y/N)? Because you wanted to make a move on her.  How could you do this?”  Dean was quiet he knew he did wrong, how could he betray Cas like that. Cas looked up at her, “Have you had sex with Dean?”

“Cas!” (Y/N) pleaded, “No, no, nothing like that. We’re sorry.”

He let go of Dean now letting out his verbal anger on her. “How could you!? When did this start!?”

“You were gone and we were dying on the inside. Dean held me together, we held each other together.” Tears poured down her face, and Cas read her mind knowing that what she said was true.

“Do you love him?” Cas questioned calming down understanding your reasons.

“Yes! I love him and I love you.” She confessed, “I was never as happy as the day you came back but Dean and I missed our connection. I’m so sorry, angel.”

“Sam, Jack, can you give us a few?” Cas asked, he gripped Dean’s hand helping him up off the floor.  Two fingers touched Dean’s forehead healing him instantly, “I’m sorry.”

“I deserved it.” Dean said dryly.

“Yes, you did but I’m still sorry.” The trio sat down, “How does this work?”

“I promise to never touch her again.” Dean told him and you nodded.

“No, she loves you too Dean.  All I’ve ever wanted is for both of you to be happy and I can’t expect to keep you apart. I don’t know if I like the idea of sharing (Y/N) with anyone. So how do we make this work?”  Cas took your hand.

“I don’t know, Cas.” She kissed his lips before interlocking Dean’s hand in hers.

That evening (Y/N) slept in between the angel and the hunter unsure of the new relationship but knowing she would never have to be alone again.

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Urban Legend

A/N: Here is my fic for the Break The Zone Challenge #3. The purpose for the BTZ challenges is supposed to be for us to challenge ourselves, branch out, write something we are not used to doing. So in this challenge, there is no dialog and obviously, I used Sam. Hope y’all enjoy!

WARNINGS: none

PAIRING: Sam x Reader

WORD COUNT: 1450

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Every town, every city, every state, every country has their own urban legends. Here in Louisiana, specifically central Louisiana, there is an urban legend that’s been circulating for years about a taxi cab that doesn’t take you where you want to go, but where you NEED to go. Let me tell you about the time I was a little lost and I ACTUALLY  found that cab. You may not believe me but I hope you do because this is a true story.

It was another hot and humid summer night here in Alexandria but in Louisiana that really wasn’t anything new. I was walking along the levee on this particular night, contemplating my current life choices. Let me tell you, I absolutely sucked in the realm of love. Thirty-two, never married, and no kids. What does that tell you? My current “bad choice” had called earlier today to tell me we were done with, he had found someone else. This call came from out of the blue. I had thought things had been going really well between us. Well, I am sure you can imagine how the rest of that conversation went. There were quite a few ugly words thrown around and then I had the great satisfaction of hanging up on him. After I calmed down a bit, I called a few friends and we made some plans to go out that night to celebrate my singleness, AGAIN. Long story short, I showed up at the club and they all bailed on me, which led me to walking along the levee at almost midnight. I am sure you are wondering what all this has to do with the urban legend, but I am getting to it, bear with me. So, ok, back to my story. It was about half past midnight when I walked down from the levee and decided to head home to my humble little one bedroom apartment off Jackson Street. As I walked the one block over from the levee towards the club, I spotted a yellow cab sitting on the corner. Quickly I headed over and climbed in before someone else could come out of the club and claim it. The driver looked up at me through his rear view mirror and politely asked where to. I told him and then absentmindedly dismissed him as I picked my phone up and began sending ugly texts to the girls who had left me hanging that night. As I was engrossed in my conversations, I failed to pay attention to where the cab driver was taking me. It wasn’t until he informed me of the price that I realized we had stopped. Glancing out the window I saw that he had brought me to The Chalet, which was another little, down and out night club in our semi-budding town. Confused, I tried to question the driver but he just kept watching me through the mirror not saying a word. Sighing heavily with my frustration, I paid the him and climbed out. He smiled at me and told me I would thank him later. At this point in time, I was beginning to think this guy was a few cards shy of a full deck. I watched as cab drove away and then turned to the bar. The parking lot wasn’t real full so I figured it might not be too crowded in there. Already having a horrible day, not completely drunk yet, and minus my friends, I made a quick decision to go on in and have a few more drinks, possibly a dance or two. I entered the seedy little establishment and walked right on up to the bar. Taking a seat at one of the six bar stools available, I ordered a Crown and coke and then turned to take a look at the dance floor. Already aware of this bar’s reputation I wasn’t expecting much. I wasn’t disappointed.   After my fleeting survey of the dance floor, I swiveled and checked out the rest of the patrons in the bar. There was not much at all to catch my eye, except this one fellow, who seemed so totally out of place sitting at the bar. I watched him as I sipped on my drink. He was just sitting there, on one of the bar stools, doing pretty much the same as myself, except he was sipping on a beer. I have always been a sucker for a good looking man, but isn’t everyone? As I spied him from the corner of my eye, I could see he was somewhat tall. I didn’t realize how tall he was until he stood up but being a taller than average woman myself, that wasn’t really a problem. I sipped at my drink I and took sneaking glances at him every so often. He didn’t talk to anyone or get up and dance, just sat there staring at the wall in front of him as he drank his beer. By the time I finished my second drink, I was beginning to feel like a stalker. So I order a third drink and when the bartender brought it to me I wandered over to his end of the bar. I took a seat right next to him and tried to start a conversation. Personally, I don't think I have ever been that good at flirting, I am more of a “come right out and say it” kind of girl. At any rate, we did start talking, had a few more drinks, and even a couple of slow dances, His name was Sam and I seriously know that you won’t believe me if I told you what he does for a living (I know I didn’t at first) but this IS a true story. We met that night and had a blast. I think it was a wonderful thing, probably the most important encounter of my life when I met him. We immediately felt a connection. We talked and danced until the bar closed and then he gave me a ride home. At my apartment, we continued talking well into the morning until I fell asleep on the couch. It was after six that evening when I woke up to find Sam sleeping on the other end of the couch. I didn’t move but just sat there, watching him dream for another hour. In that moment, I knew I had finally found my soul mate. Since that night we’ve drank together, we’ve danced, we’ve been on more adventures than I can remember, we’ve talked even more, and don't even get me going on the sex! Oh man, it is almost like he was taught by the Gods themselves in that area! The night I have recanted for you happened almost eight years ago. Since that night, Sam and I have gotten married and I live a very unusual life with him and his brother Dean (who is still single by the way). At this moment in time, I am in my eighth month of pregnancy with our second child. After knowing Sam and his brother for all these years, it is actually a little scary bringing another child into this world. But on the other hand, knowing Sam and his brother after all these years has made me feel more secure than anything else possibly could, EVER. This world is a scary place, there is no doubt in that. The number one thing that makes it scarier is the unknown. In order to survive it all, as Sam has taught me, you have to believe in yourself, to know that you are strong enough to survive anything. It took me many, many, many years and many, many, many mistakes to find him but I promise you, it was worth the wait. So I guess there is a little truth to the urban legends after all. To the cab driver who dropped me off that night, you were right. I DO thank you!

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We Need to Talk: Part 1

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Sam and Dean need the Reader’s help with a case involving her expertise but will the retired hunter help them?

Word Count: 1389

A/N – This is my entry for @deansdirtyduchess birthday celebration with the prompt: ‘it’s just that I didn’t expect to hear from you again.’ I’m sorry if this is late, I haven’t been well over the last week and had to quickly put this together.

“We need her, you know we do.” Sam had tried to convince Dean.

Dean huffs, frustrated. His eyes rolling, a clear indication of that. “This is not up for discussion. We don’t even know where she is.”

“Oh contraire. I do. I’ve been tracking her for the last week and had a breakthrough. I got her and she’s in Merryville, Louisiana.”

“What? She’s been in the next state over all this freaking time and we had no idea?”

“Oh calm down! Get some shut eye and we’ll leave in the morning.” But Dean grumbled at the idea. “Unless you wanna start tonight.”

The elder Winchester smiled and nodded, “yes, smartass, because then we can get there early and check into a motel there.”

Sam pushes his laptop away from in front of him, crossing his arms as he speaks, “you know Y/N would take you into her home with her arms wide open.”

“One, it’s rude to impose and think that we are going to go straight over there and have a right to stay there uninvited. And B, she may have a dude already there.”

Dean had this weird taste in his mouth and he did not like it one bit. It left him discombobulated and Sam could tell that the thought of Y/N having a significant other in her life other than Dean agitated his brother.

*

Your fingers clutched around the cup in your hand, the warmth radiating from the cup and your surroundings giving you a sense of security.

Glancing at the clock, you saw that you had an hour before you had to get your son up for preschool, you snuggled into your fleecey blanket that was draped over you and found the remote for the TV, aimlessly finding a channel, listening to it as background noise.

Resisting the urge to fall asleep, you settled for closing your eyes and randomly sipping at your slowly cooling hot beverage. Finishing your drink, you realised that you could squeeze in a little more shut eye; even if it was a few minutes. Your dreaming was too short lived as your phone began to ring. Without checking the caller ID, you answered blindly, “hello?”

“Y/N? It’s Sam.” You shot up at the mention of his own name, shocked that it was coming through the speaker phone, you hadn’t heard from him in so long, you had no idea how he got this number but then you realised he did this for a living; tracking and hunting.

You shot out of your seat, completely disregarding the empty cup in your hand. The ceramic smashing on the floor, thankfully your feet were protected by your slippers. “Sammy? What? How did you get this number? Are you okay? Are you guys in trouble? How are you? How’s Dean?”

He chuckled down the other end of the phone and you heard another voice ask what he was laughing at but you didn’t question who, subconsciously you knew who it was already.

“Whoa there, short stack. Slow down with all the questions. We’re all good but we need your expertise in this sort of stuff. We’ll be with you in about twenty minutes if that’s okay with you. You know, I didn't wanna drop in unannounced, last time I did that I wanted to scoop my eyes out.”

Questions were running through your mind at a mile a minute. After nearly four and a half years they had found you. Were they searching all this time or only just starting looking? Or were you just that good at hiding and changing all your aliases? Whatever it was Sam and Dean had found you and they were going to find out about your son that you hadn’t told anyone in the hunter community about Oliver.

“Sure, it’s okay to come over. I have to warn you though- no nevermind. It’s nothing.” You refrained from telling them over the phone, someone could have been tracking them and over heard but then again the fact that they were coming over wasn’t really a good thing if word got out but you had to take your chance and see them again for the first time in a long time. “But you can stay as long as you want too. No use sleeping in those dingy motels when there’s a perfectly good spare room in my house.”

“Are you sure?” Sam was hesitant, you could sense it, even after all these years through his voice.“

Absolutely, you’ve just thrown me out of the loop but I miss you guys so it’ll be good to catch up, you know? So you said twenty minutes, right?” He hummed in conformation. “Okay, I’ve got enough time.” You mumbled more to yourself than to Sam.

“Enough time for what?”

“Nothing, just a quick clean up, dropped a cup while you called, was half asleep on the couch.”

“See ya.”

“Bye.”

You ended the call and rushed to find the dustpan and brush to sweep up the broken ceramic pieces. Dialling the preschools number you told them that Oliver was out sick today with a tummy bug so he wouldn’t be going in, of course they believed you, Oliver, so far had no days off. Next on the list of calls to make was your workplace, again it was the same situation they allowed you the day off to take care of Oliver.

With the calls made, you quickly got dressed, throwing on a pair of jeans and an oversized sweatshirt. The next task at hand would be the hardest, waking Oliver, that little boy loved his sleep.

“Ollie, sweetie. Wake up. You gotta get up.”

He grunted and groaned, pulling the cover back over his head “don’t wanna.”

You tried bargaining with him, “if you get up and get dressed now, you won’t have to go to school.” You could see the gears shifting in his head as his eyes hovered over the covers, questioning your bargaining chip.

“Really?”

“Yep. Mommy has a few friends coming over in a second so you gotta be quick. Okay? Can you do that?” He nodded along with you as you tried to encourage him.

Due to the heat, you put Ollie into a green polo shirt and a pair of shorts. You put him in his little shoes and socks and your little man was ready for the visitors of your past. Just then, the door bell sounded and you didn’t know how to feel. All you knew was that your heartbeats were wavering and uneven. You balanced Ollie on your hip as you both journeyed down the stairs, when you got to the bottom another knock came and you told them that you were coming. Putting Ollie down on the floor space designated for him, you left him to his toys that he was happily playing with.

You swung the door open, knowing exactly who it was, you didn’t need to check through the peephole. Here goes nothing. You were never going to be ready for the conversation at hand but you knew that it just had to be done.

Squealing, you threw your arms around the taller Winchester. Nothing had changed apart from his height which you did think was possible anymore but magically had. “Come in.” You sidestepped Sam allowing him into your premises, bringing Dean into a tighter, killer clutch.

“Woah, sweetheart.” He chuckled, “what’s with the death grip.” He said bringing his arm around your waist, drawing you closer to him, nonetheless.

“It’s nothing.” But your arms betrayed you, tightening around him, causing him to chortle. “It’s just that I didn’t expect to hear from you again, Dean. It’s been so long.”

“I didn’t get a hug that long!” Sam interjected from somewhere in the house, the moment between you and Dean over. You each let the other go and led him into the place you called home, closing the door behind him and into the house.

“Uh, Y/N? Who’s this?” Dean had said as Ollie had stopped playing with his toys and started to stare between the two new giants in the room.

Awkwardly, you rub and twist your hands around each other, a nervous act that you had acquired over the years. “This is my son, Oliver. Dean, I think we need to talk.”

Part 2

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Lost Love

Characters - Dean, Sam, Bobby, Reader

Pairing - Dean x Reader

Summary - After John died, the three men were back at Bobby’s house. Dean’s not taking it too well, and Sam and Bobby are at a loss on how to help him. That’s when Sam remember’s a girl Dean always talked about when they were younger. It would be a long shot, but it was the only idea they had.

Word Count - 3,468

Warnings - Angst, fluff, possibly a little bit OOC? (If you spot any other warnings I should add, please let me know so I can edit this post to include them!)

A/N - My beautiful little sister made this pile of...idk what it was...into a BEAUTIFUL masterpiece! AGAIN! lol Thank you @wrenwritesometimes

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Story:

Dean stood broodingly and dusty, staring at the hood of his crumpled baby as Bobby and Sam sat inside talking.

They knew he was upset. He was taking the loss hard, and there was nothing they could do. He wouldn’t open up to either of them - it just wasn’t his style. Both had tried everything they could think of to get through to him, but nothing was working.

“I don’t know what to do here, Sam,” Bobby admitted exasperatedly. “I’ve never seen ‘im like this before.”

“I… I haven't either,” Sam replied and leaned back into the chair he was in.

It was a full minute before he perked up, and sat up straight, his eyebrows raised and his eyes wide. “Bobby, I might have an idea who could help… it might a long shot, though...”

“Well, spit it out, kid,” Bobby shot back, leaning forward in his own seat.

“I think I could call this… this girl Dean used to know...”

Bobby raised his eyebrows to prompt Sam to just say who, but Sam was busy gnawing his lip and staring at the carpeted floor.

Shaking his head in exasperation, he snapped his fingers and said mockingly slow, “And that is...?”

“She’s--was-- she was just…” Sam stammered. “She was just this girl Dean used to know.” Sam didn't know how else to explain her. It was basically all the information he had ever received about her from Dean.

Bobby leaned back in his seat, staring long and hard at the young man before him stammering like a shy fourteen-year-old kid all over again.

“Dean was close with someone other than family?” Bobby’s eyes narrowed a little, moving to questioning Dean.

“Close enough,” Sam shirked.

Bobby was getting frustrated now. Why was he being so vague? “Close enough, meaning?”

“Whaddayou think, Bobby,” Sam brushed off quickly and changed subjects quickly. “I bet he still has her number in his phone,” Sam shrugged uncomfortably.

“She a hunter?” Bobby questioned. He wasn't about to let Sam off the hook yet.  

“Not… exactly,” Sam allowed.

“What do you mean not exactly,” Bobby mimicked, looking at Sam confused and frustratedly.

“I mean…” Sam conceded. “Dean used to… take her on hunts when dad would make him go hunting alone... but she’s not a hunter herself.”

“So who is she, then?” Bobby pressed on, frustrated, confused, and cautious now.

“I don’t know for sure,” Sam admitted, leaning back in his seat again. “He never really gave me that many details on her. I just remember seeing text messages to her whenever he was upset.”

“And how do you think she’ll help?” Bobby said snidely. He didn't particularly like the idea of inviting a stranger out to his house.

“She may be the only hope to calming Dean down, Bobby.”

“You know he’ll be mad at us when he finds out,” Bobby challenged, though softer.

“It’ll be worth it if it gets him out of this slump,” Sam said with a noncommittal shrug.

Sam stood up from the table and went to find Dean’s phone. Scrolling through his brother’s contacts, he found the girl’s name, and wrote down the number quickly before putting the phone back where he found it.

Walking back to where Bobby was still seated, Sam pulled out his own cell phone, and dialed the number, hoping it was still connected.

“Hello?”

“Hi,” Sam stammered, taken off guard by the response. He didn't honestly expect the number to still work. “Is this--uh… is this Y/N?”

“Yes?” Her response came, her tone that cautious curiosity you hear when you answer an unknown call. “Who is this?”

“Do you know a Dean Winchester by chance?” Sam asked and his brow furrowed when the line went silent for a long moment.

“Who is this?”

“This is Sam Winchester,” Sam responded rushedly. “I’m Dean’s brother.”

“How did you get my number?” She asked lowly.

“Look,” Sam defended softly after he shook off his shock at her responses. “I’m sorry to call you like this. I took your number from Dean’s phone without him knowing… he’s had it for years.”

“Why, exactly? Dean and I haven’t spoken in years.” Despite sounding mad and her tone being harsh, she sounded remorseful.

“Listen, Dean’s in a rough place right now, and I couldn’t think of anyone else that would help.”

“And so you thought calling me was a good idea?” She sounded a bit frustrated; a bit flustered.

“He always talked about you,” Sam tried to explain. “How you’d help him on hunts, and how you were always there when he needed someone to turn to. He never really had anything negative to say about you, so I just thought -”

“You thought you could sneak into his stuff, find my number, call me up and I’d come running to help out and get him back to his good ol’ self.” She took a deep breath. “Here’s the thing - Sam, right?”

“Yea,” he sighed, sensing she was about to hang up.

“Your dad made it pretty damn clear that I was to stay far away from you boys, and that Dean was to never contact me again,” she ranted. “Being… well, Dean, your brother listened to him and not anything or anyone else.” Her words were harsh but she still sounded remorseful.

“Our dad won’t be a problem anymore,” Sam replied flatly.

“Oh?” she sounded less angry, and more breathless and resigned. “Why’s that?”

“He’s dead,” Sam replied flatly.

She was quiet for a long, long moment.

“I-I… I’m so sorry to hear that...” Sam could hear her tone soften. “Is that why--”

“Yeah. He’s taking it pretty hard.”

She was quiet again until she asked, “Where are you?”

“We’re at Bobby’s in--”

“South Dakota, Sioux Falls… Dean made sure I knew where he was if anything ever came up…” she rambled. “I-I can be there in… about six hours, tops? Think you can keep him around that long?”

“Yea, that won’t be a problem.”

“Alright... I’ll see you then,” she said breathlessly.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“Don’t thank me yet, Sam. Let’s see if I can even help first.”

Sam hung up the phone, and looked at Bobby, bemused at the entire conversation. He set his phone down, and picked up his beer again.

“Well?” Bobby prompted when Sam found him in his den.

“She said she’ll be here in a few hours.” Sam shrugged.

“That’s it?” Bobby shot back, confused.

“Seems that way?” Sam replied, still confused himself. “As soon as I told her dad died, she didn’t really ask anything else aside from where we were.”

“I really wanna know who this girl is…” Bobby admitted with a chuckle. At Sam’s ‘are you serious’ face, he explained himself.

“I mean - come on, Sam. I don’t even know any hunters that are willing to drop everything and show up like that,” he snapped his fingers, “without asking some questions first.”

“I honestly have no idea, Bobby,” Sam defended, shaking his head. “All Dean ever told me was that it was some girl he had gotten close to, told her our family secret, and would take her on hunts when dad sent him alone... Dean never told me anything else about her. Hell, I don’t even know what she looks like.”

“Let’s hope you made the right move then, I guess,” Bobby said with a derisive snort as he took a swig from his beer.

Dean was so focused on his work in the impala’s hood that he didn’t hear someone approaching until the crunch of the gravel was just behind him and the car.

Dean assumed it was Sam coming to check on him.

“Sam, could you be a dear and hand me the line wrench?”

Looking at the random assortment of tools at the dusty ground she found the line wrench and bent to pick it up wordlessly.

When she stood, Dean was turned around and staring at her with wide, surprised eyes.

Seeing Y/N standing in front of him, his eyes softened and he found himself at a loss for words.

She smiled softly, timid in her own right. “Hey, Dean,” she murmured before awkwardly offering Dean the wrench.

She offered another small smile, wanting so badly to throw her arms around his neck and pull him close, but holding back for fear of how he’d respond.

He took an unguarded, stumbling step closer to her, standing at the corner of the car, wiping his hands off and setting his rag down. Taking another step, he stood toe to toe with her, looking down, his hands slowly found their way respectively onto the dip of her waist and the wrench.

She looked down at their hands as Dean lightly wrestled the wrench from her hand and tossed it to the side before he rested both hands in their rightful place on her waist.

Lifting her eyes, she looked up at him through her lashes, seeing his emerald green eyes sparkle just as they had every time before. His hands never left her body as they moved up to grasp her shoulders. He leaned his head down ever so slowly until his lips brushed against hers. She placed a swift, gentle peck against them, as if offering permission.

It was all he needed.

His fingers’ tightened their grip on her shoulders, pulling her in even closer. His arms wound themselves around her, trapping her arms to their chests. She could feel their hearts pounding together as one of his arms trailed down along her spine.

The way he moved his mouth along with hers, a desperate longing, demanding yet passionate, caused him to let out a deep growl before he finally pulled away, leaving her to catch her breath. He gently brushed a strand of hair out of her face, and took a deep breath of his own.

“What are you doing here?” he finally asked, just barely above a whisper.

“Your brother called me,” she said with a smirk.

“How did he--” Dean chuckled.

“He said you used to talk about me,” Y/N interrupted with a small and teasingly smug smile at the thought. “Found my number in your phone and figured it was worth a shot.”

Her smiled faded as she continued. “He’s worried about you, Dean. They both are.”

“I’m fine, Y/N,” Dean responded hoarsely, his expression soft… and undeniably pained.

He let go of her quickly with reluctance and tried to turn back toward the car, but Y/N grabbed his wrist, as he took a step away, to stop him.

“No… You’re not,” she retorted gently. “You may be able to lie to Sam and Bobby, but you can’t pretend with me, man.”

“We haven’t seen each other in seven years, Y/N,” Dean tried to argue, pulling his hand free from her grasp. “You don’t know anything about me anymore.”

Y/N was taken aback, but her hand found his wrist again before he got to far.

“I know more than you think,” she shot back, trying not to yell at the man before her. “I know you’re - you're doing what you did when your dad made you move on from me,” she said angrily, her voice involuntarily cracking.

Dean was silent, but his jaw clenched and cocked to the side.

“I know that you're saying one thing… meaning the other,” she listed. “I know you're bottling up what you feel in order for those around you to just forget about you so they can go through the motions…”

Dean was rebelliously silent.

“I know that you’re trying to be that solid rock for everyone else, but… Dean, you can't do that when you hardly have any foundation for yourself anymore,” Y/N exclaimed softly. “You can’t keep bottling all this up, Dean. All it’ll do is break you. Maybe not now…” she conceded, “but it will break you.”

“I can handle it, Y/N,” Dean defended flatly. “Really.”

“Winchester, you’re as stubborn as ever, you know that?” Y/N snapped, taking Dean by surprise. “But let me tell you one thing, one thing that will never change.”

Y/N moved her hands to frame Dean’s face. She made him look at her, into her eyes.

“You--” she shook him lightly, “Are not--” again, “Your father.”

His eyes narrowed as he glared at her. “You don’t know a damn thing about my father!” He nudged Y/N back and marched toward his car again.

Angry now, Y/N shouted back, “I may not know all about your dad, Dean, but I know how you reacted to him!”

Dean rounded back on her, but stayed planted in front of the impala’s hood. “Oh, yeah, and how did I react to my father, Y/N!”

“Like I did with mine!” Y/N snapped, but then immediately hunched her shoulders and held a hand to her mouth to cover how her chin was quivering.

“Like how you try so hard to be like him,” she pressed on, willing her voice to stop wavering and the tears to stop. “And to make him proud? But you can't?” Her voice was cracking so much - too much. She just wanted to shut up and leave… but she had to stay.

“You can’t be John!” She roared, clenching her fists to her sides, tears running freely. “You’re better than him, Dean! So much better! You don’t have to be that-that little obedient kid he wanted so badly! Not anymore!”

Dean stood in silence. His breathing heavy, and his fists clenched.

She watched through watering eyes as he closed his eyes tight, rubbing his forehead with his knuckles.

Sniffling, Y/N looked around the yard, spotting a crowbar.

“Fine,” she said finally, her voice hoarse from emotion. “You wanna play tough guy.”

Picking up the crowbar, she held it out for him. “Here.”

He lifted his face from his hands to stare at the crowbar. He stayed still, looking up at her with an angry, baffled expression.

“What’s this for?” he asked dangerously.

“Just take it,” she snapped lightly.

“Why?” he demanded un-movingly.

“Dean,” Y/N scolded, her eyes violently fluttered with an eyeroll, before closing exasperatedly. “I'm not asking you to beat me with the crowbar.”

With that, he took it from her hands carefully.

“Go on,” she said as she backed up a few steps. She sniffled as she nodded toward a random, dilapidated, junk car behind him.

He looked at her, then to the crowbar, then to the car.

Gripping it tightly, like a bat, no other words needed to be said, he whipped around and with the momentum, smashed the window of the car behind him.

Y/N tensed, cringing slightly at the sudden sound of breaking glass, but just watched, her arms crossed protectively over her chest. 

What surprised Y/N was when, with another aggressive turn, Dean assaulted the impala itself, bringing the crowbar down on the trunk, over, and over again.

The racket brought a very startled Sam and Bobby to come investigate the noise.

They were both stunned to watch Dean destroy his most prized possession.

It was Sam that was first to react, quickly making his way down the porch stairs. Y/N, however, stopped him before he got too close.

“It’s-It's fine. Just leave him,” she murmured.

“But, he’s -” Sam’s voice conveyed his concern for his brother clearly.

“He’s grieving Sam,” Y/N interrupted. “It’s what he needs to do.”

“What do you mean? He loves that damn car,” Bobby voiced his confusion from behind them.

“He still does... that's not the point. I mean, I was just as surprised when he turned on Baby...” Y/N explained. “Just... let him get it all out, and he’ll be good.”

“How can you be so sure?” Sam argued, moving to stop his brother again.

“Stop,” she ordered, standing short but tall. She looked up at the giant towering over her. “He’ll beat up on the car a little, take out all that bottled up emotion he’s been trying to hide. All the bottled up aggression, anger, and pain he’s been harboring towards you guys’ father - that he could never express directly - and then he can focus on getting back to being himself.”

She looked between the two men standing on either side of her. They both just nodded dumbly just in time to watch Dean stagger back from the impala.

Dean tossed the weapon aside, breathing heavily.

He put his hands on the trunk and leaned against it while he looked at the three of them standing there as his chest heaved.

He got up from the impala and b-lined right to Y/N and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, resting his own forehead against hers.

Once he steadied his breathing, he whispered, “Thank you,” quietly to her.

“You’re welcome, Dean,” she whispered back, wrapping her arms tightly around his abdomen.

He stood up straight, and looked toward his brother. His hands never leaving their spot around Y/N, only loosening slightly.

“Sammy, normally I’d be pissed that you went through my stuff and pulled a stunt like this,” he began angrily before sighing and relaxing slightly into Y/N. “But I’m glad you did this time.”

He waved a warning finger Sam’s way. “Just don’t make it a habit, got it?”

“Deal,” Sam mumbled, smiling at his brother.

“You good now, boy?” Bobby spoke gruffly, leaning on his porch column.

“I’m good, Bobby.” Dean responded quietly, pulling Y/N in tighter, resting his chin gently on the top of her head.

Bobby looked between the two of them with a huff of a laugh, and went back inside his house.

Dean turned his attention back to Y/N and moved his forehead to rest against hers once more, closing his eyes blissfully.

They didn't mean to, but Sam stared at the exchange alone before he smiled a bemused smile to himself before joining Bobby inside.

It had been a few hours, Dean and Y/N had joined Bobby and Sam inside for beers a while ago.

After noticing lingering glances from Bobby, Y/N chuckled and asked what was the matter.

“I’m glad you seem closer to yourself and all Dean, but, is one of you going to explain why she is so gawd dang important?”

Y/N and Dean just laugh.

“No offense.” Bobby smirks at her.

“None taken Bobby.” Y/N looks up at Dean. “You want to explain? Or should I?”

“Let’s grab another beer first. Then you can fill them in.” He smiles down at her.

Y/N offers to grab a beer for each of the men, and hands them out before taking a seat near Dean, who’s hand immediately intertwines with hers.

“So what’s the story here?” Bobby questioned again.

“Well, Dean and I knew each other when we were kids, before you were even born Sam. Once Mary died though, and John became a hunter, we lost touch. That was, until John came back to Lawrence looking for answers. Dean and I reconnected, and managed to find a way to sneak around to keep in touch after you all left again. He kept my parent’s home phone number on a piece of paper and would call me from pay phones or hotel phones any chance he could. Once he was able to drive, he’d offer to go on hunts alone. Sometimes, he’d even make them up just to be able to see me. We’d either meet somewhere in the middle, or he’d pick me up as he passed through, whatever we had to do.”

“So you really are something special to this boy, huh?” Bobby smiled a little as he looked between the two.

“I guess so.” She blushed a little before taking a deep breath. “John sure thought so anyway. Hated it too. Thought I was taking all Dean’s attention away from hunting. Told us we weren’t allowed to see each other anymore, or even contact each other for that matter. I’d still get the occasional text message, or voice mail, either letting me know of a new phone number or telling me he was still alive. On occasion, if he was having a really bad time, I’d get random messages of just him kind of venting his problems. That was it though, I never saw him again. Until today anyway.”

“Y/N here was the only person I’ve ever trusted outside of our family, the one person I could turn to when things started to crash around me, and the only girl I’ve ever truly loved. Dad knew it too. I don’t know if he was trying to save us from having the same thing happen to her that happened to mom, or if he was worried I’d give up on the family business, but whatever his reason, he kept us apart for a long time. I thought she’d forgotten about me. Moved on with her life.”

She lifted his arm, and wrapped it around her shoulders, never releasing her hand from his.

“She’s the only one who ever really understood me in a way no one else could. I could fool anyone else, lie my way out of anything with anyone, but not with her. So yea, you could say she’s somethin’ special to me.”

“I love you too Dean.” She chuckled a little. Leaning over, kissing his cheek.