#Jeannie in a bottle - Epilogue

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Jeannie in a bottle - Epilogue

Summary: The deal is broken. You are finally free.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Huntress!Reader

Warnings: former genie!reader, kinda social anxiety/anxiety/slight panic attack, caring Dean, mentions of aunt flo

Jeannie in a bottle masterlist

<< Part 4

The deal is broken. You are finally free. What now?

You’re not used to living your own life. Trapped in the bottle you could do nothing but wish for someone to find the bottle to free you.

“What are you up to?” Dean brings you out of your daydreams. You were standing in the garage for the better of half an hour, debating whether to go for a ride in a car or explore the bunker some more. 

“I don’t know,” you reply honestly. “I need clothes and toiletries.” You cringe. “Uh-you know…hygiene products for ladies.”

Dean chuckles nervously. He drops his eyes to your crotch and hums. “You got a visit from aunt flo?” 

“Figures. I get out of that bottle only to end up having my first period in ten years.” You huff and cross your arms over your chest. 

“Do you want me to go to town and get you some tampons or pads?” Dean grins when you look at him, surprised. “What? Can a man not buy ladies' toiletries? I’m a tough guy and brave enough to buy tampons.”

“You’re cute and cocky.” Dean’s grin widens at your words. “Would you drive me to town? I’m not sure I can still handle a car, or anything else. Everything feels surreal. Like a dream.”

“If this a dream, I hope we never wake.” Dean slings one arm around your shoulders. “Let’s get you some new clothes and toiletries. You look good in my clothes, but I think you deserve to go on a shopping spree.”

“Dean, I don’t have any money. I can’t go on a shopping spree.”

“Aw, sweetheart. Let me buy you all the things you will need,” he whispers in your ear. “You can pay me back in kind.”

This time, you chuckle. Dean is definitely a cocky guy. “We will see, Dean. Maybe I can give you a back scrub or wash your car.”

“Breathe, Y/N,” Dean softly says as you try to control your breathing. Being inside the bunker with Sam and Dean was no problem. But the moment you stepped inside the grocery store, your legs started to wobble. 

“I can’t…so many people,” you hate the panic in your voice. You never were so scared before. “Dean…please.”

“I’ll bring you back to the car. You just stay inside the Impala, and I’ll get you everything you need. Okay?” He worriedly looks down at you. “Y/N?”

“Okay.” You exhale sharply. “I-I got a list. Can you get the things for me?” You are close to tears, and you feel ashamed that Dean sees you like that. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, hey…it’s alright. We will go back to the car, and everything is going to be alright. It’s a bit too much, I get it. We should’ve taken things slow. You were stuck in that bottle for ten years.”

You choke out a sob when Dean wraps his arms around you. “Thank you.”

“Sometimes the world gets too much for everything. That’s no reason to be ashamed of.” He guides you back out of the grocery store. 

You take deep breaths, hoping to even your breathing and calm your nerves. “Can you…can you buy me some pie too? I’d die for a slice of good pie.”

“Sweetheart. I didn’t think I could like you more. But I do. I love me some pie too.”

“What?” Dean grunts as the clerk at the grocery store looks at the tampons and pads the hunter wants to buy. 

“Nothing.” The boy grins, glancing at the tampons again. “Do you need chocolate too?”

Dean shrugs. “I already got all I need. Including chocolate for the sexy woman waiting for me in my car. And yes, she’s on her period and I buy her the products she needs to feel better. Do we have a problem here?”

Dean glares at the young man, huffing now and then as the cashier hurriedly charges for the products.

“I got you everything you’ll need,” Dean proudly places three bags filled with all the things on your list on your bed. “I got you a pair of jeans, shirts, socks, and so on too. Nothing special but it will do for the time being. If you want to, you can order clothes online.”

You watch Dean unpack the bags. He smirks as you snatch the tampons out of his hands. “Please excuse me. I need to…”

“I got you pie too.” He calls after you. “I’ll make you some soul food tonight.”

“Awesome,” you poke your head back inside the room, grinning. “Can we watch nonsense on TV and eat junk food?”

“Sure, sweetheart!” Dean exclaims.

Smiling you look at Dean. “I think I like this new life.”

“Of course, you like it. I’m in your life now…”

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Jeannie in a bottle (4)

Summary: You’re out of the bottle. What now?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x genie!Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, Crowley

Warnings: magic, mentions of entrapment, genie!reader, protective Dean, character’s death, hellhounds, mentions of being ripped apart by hellhounds, sneaky Crowley

Jeannie in a bottle masterlist

<< Part 3

“Hello, boys.” Crowley appears out of nowhere once again. He chuckles as you expectantly look at him. “Hello, genie.”

“Hi.” You are scared of what Crowley found out. No, you are beyond this point. You are downright terrified of your future. “Did you find the demon?”

Crowley dips his head to look at your genie bottle. Your prison. “Don’t even think about it, Crowley,” Dean grunts. He grabs the bottle to place it on a portable devil’s trap he drew on a piece of paper to keep your bottle safe. “What did you find out?”

“Not so fast, Squirrel. What’s in for me? What can you offer to me?” Crowley looks at your bottle again. “One or two wishes would be nice.”

“Dean, that’s a bad idea,” you bite your tongue. If you say more, you’ll end up trapped in the genie bottle again. “You know why.”

“Let him have his wishes,” Dean snickers. “Maybe he explodes or something. Uh—or he shrinks even more.”

“Not everyone can be a moose,” Crowley bites back. “Short men do it better you clueless squirrel. It’s not about size.”

“Can we stop fighting now? Rowena said the deal is due in not three days. That was two days ago. If the bastard dies, we lose our only chance to free Y/N,” Sam steps in. “Crowley, did you find anything? Can you help us free Y/N?”

“Straight to the point, huh?” The king of hell eyes your bottle once again. He’d like to get his hands on it to use your powers to gain more power himself. “I found the demon and the contract.”

“Great. Now break the contract and free Y/N,” Dean wildly gestures toward the contract Crowley let appear out of nowhere.

“You know this is not how this works, my flannel-wearing lumberjack,” Crowley flashes you a smirk. “I cannot break a contract.”

Your face falls. If Crowley doesn’t break the contract, you’ll be trapped in the bottle for the rest of your existence. If there is even an end to it.

“Thanks for trying,” you sit on one of the chairs and glance at the bottle. “I guess there is no way out. He will go to hell, and I’ll be living in hell.”

“No, sweetheart.” Dean shakes his head. “We won’t give up.” He glares at Crowley. “Right? There is always a catch in your contracts. What is it?”

“Hmmm…for one, the man cannot ask her to fulfill his wishes,” Crowley smirks darkly. “What a fool. He should’ve read the contract he signed to hand his soul over thoroughly. One part is very interesting.”

“Which part, Crowley,” Sam rolls his eyes as Crowley steps closer to the genie bottle. “Crowley!”

“Oh, my smart fellow demon made sure that anyone asking your genie to fulfill their wish will get a nice surprise.”

“Let me guess,” Dean says. “You wish for a brand-new car and end up in a tragic accident days later. If you wish for a big ding-dong, you end up not getting it up. Or you want a million dollars and end up being a bank robber.”

“Exactly,” Crowley looks surprised. “You already figured it out, huh?”

“Crowley, can you help us free Y/N or not.” Sam gets impatient. He glares at Crowley and squares his jaw.

“Sammy, what’s wrong?”

“I translated the inscription on the bottle. It says that…” Sam shakes his head. He doesn’t want to make your situation even worse.

“Spill it, Sammy.” Dean grunts. “We don’t have time to waste.”

“It’s a rough first draft, but I think it says that, if the master dies, the genie dies too.”

“No problem. I only need to stay alive. Right?” Dean looks at his brother. “Right???”

“You are not the original master of the bottle,” Crowley points out. “The bottle got crafted in hell, my bowlegged friend. The original master is the one sealing the deal. He got the bottle to capture the girl.”

“Fuck.” Dean slams his fist onto the table. “FUCK! Fuck…Sonofabitch!”

“At least I won’t be trapped in that bottle forever, Dean. My life ended ten years ago. I never thought that someone will free me,” you give Dean a sad smile. “At least my last days were nice. I spent it with friends, and people caring for me.”

“We won’t give up, Y/N. Not yet.” Dean starts pacing back and forth. “Sammy, you need to check on the inscription again. This can’t be right. They cannot punish Y/N for the crimes that bastard committed.”

“Dean. There is nothing we can do about it.” You accepted your fate a long time ago. Ten years trapped inside the bottle took away all the hope you had left. “I’ll be free at last.”

“I have an idea,” Crowley says. “If you are open to suggestions.”

“Spill it, Crowley.”

“Not in that tone, Squirrel.” Crowley lifts one finger to stop Dean from throwing insults at the king of hell. “We need to talk about my conditions first.”

“Crowley!”

“I want that soul. I will not give it up,” the king of hell says. “This is not negotiable.”

“No objections from me,” Dean mutters. “Get to the point. As we said before. Time is running out on us.”

“Let me handle this,” Crowley smirks darkly. “A demon tricked that cretin once. I will convince him to give up on your sweet genie.”

Dean is pacing in front of the room like a caged animal. He grunts and stops in his tracks only to pace again.

“Dean, you need to calm down. I’ll be free. One way or another,” you softly say. “I know you want to save me but you’re a hunter like me. You know the number one rule.”

“You can’t save everyone,” he huffs. “But I will save you. Crowley got this.” Dean wrinkles his nose. “I can’t believe I just said that.”

Inside the room Crowley tries to get you out of the bottle without losing the soul he wants to harvest. A nice soul. Dark enough to make sure your captor will receive the cruelest punishment.

“A new deal?”

Crowley nods slowly. “A better deal, my friend. Mother said you made the deal out of love,” the demon tries to convince your captor. “I’m not a random demon. I’m the king of hell.”

“King of hell?” Your captor splutters. “Wonderful! The demon making the deal betrayed me! He didn’t tell me that I cannot use the bottle and that she won’t fall in love with me.”

“Well, we can fix that. I just so happen to have a standard rider with me,” Crowley smirks as he takes a scroll out of his jacket. He unfurls the scroll, which is very long. “If you sign here,” he points at a line at the end of the scroll, “I promise you won’t get ripped apart by the hellhounds hell will send after you.”

“You can protect me from them?” Crowley nods again when the man looks at the scroll. “I’ll sign anything to get out of this deal.”

“Just a minute,” Crowley gets a pen out, he looks at the man, smirking as the man eagerly takes the pen to sign the contract. “Congratulations. You sealed a deal with the king of hell.”

“You promised him what?” Dean looks at the scroll in Crowley’s hands. “You can’t let him out of the deal or protect him from the hellhounds.”

“Squirrel, you should read the contract. I promised the man that the hellhounds hell will send after him won’t harm him,” Crowley chuckles darkly. “He should have read the contract before signing it.”

“Dean…I feel odd.”

You feel weak out of a sudden. Your vision becomes blurry, and you lose the feeling in your legs. “Dean…I…” You drop to the ground, shaking and wheezing as the king of hell watches you with curiosity.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you that the moment the ink on the scroll dries it will fulfill its purpose. Your captor gave you free and agreed on releasing you from the bottle. What a waste. She was such a powerful creature.”

“Sweetheart. Y/N,” Dean crouches down next to you. All he can do is hold your hand when pink dust surrounds your body. “No. Crowley. Do something.”

“Just a minute.” Crowley jerks his head toward the genie bottle. “Moose. Now! Smash it to the ground when the clock strikes twelve.”

“Do it, Sammy!”

Sam grabs the bottle; he holds his breath as Crowley snaps his fingers. Once, twice up to twelve times.

“NOW!”

Sam smashes the bottle to the ground. He gasps as it turns into pink dust. There is nothing left of your prison as the clock strikes twelve.

“It’s done,” Crowley huffs as you slowly blink your eyes open. “I cannot give you back your ten years, but please accept my apologies for this awful deal.”

“I,” you look up at Dean. “I feel odd.”

“You feel human.” The king of hell sneers. “Congratulations, you are a mere human again.”

“What about that bastard?” Dean grits out. “Will he get away?”

“There is always a catch. Am I right?” Sam dips his head to look at the scroll again. “What did you do, Crowley?”

“If you allow me to bring him out of the bunker, you’ll see.”

Dean, Sam and you watch Crowley walk out of the bunker as the man trapping you does a happy dance outside the bunker.

“Thank you…thank you so much,” your captor says. “I know now that she wasn’t worth the trouble.”

You square your jaw. That man stole ten years of your life only to get away with it. But a deal is a deal. You cannot break it.

“You’re welcome, or not.” Crowley snaps his fingers. “You should learn to read a contract before signing it. Well, good for me. Bad for you.”

A loud growl makes you jump. You cannot see the source of the noise, but a cold shiver runs down your spine as you hear a loud howl. “Noooo!”

“Do not look, sweetheart,” Dean cups the back of your neck to press your face in his chest the moment the hellhound jumps at your captor. “Fuck, what’s that? That’s…”

“Oh, my favorite pet. I call him Cerberus.” Crowley watches his favorite hellhound rip your captor apart. You can hear the bones break, as the man screams in pain and agony.

“Why?” Sam asks. “And how?”

“It's just a question of semantics, Moose.” Crowley flashes Sam a smirk. “I promised him the hellhounds hell will send after him won’t harm him. I didn’t say a thing about my hellhound…”

>> Epilogue

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[holylulusworld]

Jeannie in a bottle masterlist

Summary: Jackpot. Dean found a genie bottle.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x genie!Reader

Warnings: magic, mentions of entrapment, genie!reader, mentions of stalking (very implied), angst, more to be added

Jeannie in a bottle (1)

Jeannie in a bottle (2) 

Jeannie in a bottle (3) 

Jeannie in a bottle (4)

Jeannie in a bottle (Epilogue)

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Jeannie in a bottle - Epilogue

Summary: The deal is broken. You are finally free.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Huntress!Reader

Warnings: former genie!reader, kinda social anxiety/anxiety/slight panic attack, caring Dean, mentions of aunt flo

Jeannie in a bottle masterlist

<< Part 4

The deal is broken. You are finally free. What now?

You’re not used to living your own life. Trapped in the bottle you could do nothing but wish for someone to find the bottle to free you.

“What are you up to?” Dean brings you out of your daydreams. You were standing in the garage for the better of half an hour, debating whether to go for a ride in a car or explore the bunker some more. 

“I don’t know,” you reply honestly. “I need clothes and toiletries.” You cringe. “Uh-you know…hygiene products for ladies.”

Dean chuckles nervously. He drops his eyes to your crotch and hums. “You got a visit from aunt flo?” 

“Figures. I get out of that bottle only to end up having my first period in ten years.” You huff and cross your arms over your chest. 

“Do you want me to go to town and get you some tampons or pads?” Dean grins when you look at him, surprised. “What? Can a man not buy ladies' toiletries? I’m a tough guy and brave enough to buy tampons.”

“You’re cute and cocky.” Dean’s grin widens at your words. “Would you drive me to town? I’m not sure I can still handle a car, or anything else. Everything feels surreal. Like a dream.”

“If this a dream, I hope we never wake.” Dean slings one arm around your shoulders. “Let’s get you some new clothes and toiletries. You look good in my clothes, but I think you deserve to go on a shopping spree.”

“Dean, I don’t have any money. I can’t go on a shopping spree.”

“Aw, sweetheart. Let me buy you all the things you will need,” he whispers in your ear. “You can pay me back in kind.”

This time, you chuckle. Dean is definitely a cocky guy. “We will see, Dean. Maybe I can give you a back scrub or watch your car.”

“Breathe, Y/N,” Dean softly says as you try to control your breathing. Being inside the bunker with Sam and Dean was no problem. But the moment you stepped inside the grocery store, your legs started to wobble. 

“I can’t…so many people,” you hate the panic in your voice. You never were so scared before. “Dean…please.”

“I’ll bring you back to the car. You just stay inside the Impala, and I’ll get you everything you need. Okay?” He worriedly looks down at you. “Y/N?”

“Okay.” You exhale sharply. “I-I got a list. Can you get the things for me?” You are close to tears, and you feel ashamed that Dean sees you like that. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, hey…it’s alright. We will go back to the car, and everything is going to be alright. It’s a bit too much, I get it. We should’ve taken things slow. You were stuck in that bottle for ten years.”

You choke out a sob when Dean wraps his arms around you. “Thank you.”

“Sometimes the world gets too much for everything. That’s no reason to be ashamed of.” He guides you back out of the grocery store. 

You take deep breaths, hoping to even your breathing and calm your nerves. “Can you…can you buy me some pie too? I’d die for a slice of good pie.”

“Sweetheart. I didn’t think I could like you more. But I do. I love me some pie too.”

“What?” Dean grunts as the clerk at the grocery store looks at the tampons and pads the hunter wants to buy. 

“Nothing.” The boy grins, glancing at the tampons again. “Do you need chocolate too?”

Dean shrugs. “I already got all I need. Including chocolate for the sexy woman waiting for me in my car. And yes, she’s on her period and I buy her the products she needs to feel better. Do we have a problem here?”

Dean glares at the young man, huffing now and then as the cashier hurriedly charges for the products.

“I got you everything you’ll need,” Dean proudly places three bags filled with all the things on your list on your bed. “I got you a pair of jeans, shirts, socks, and so on too. Nothing special but it will do for the time being. If you want to, you can order clothes online.”

You watch Dean unpack the bags. He smirks as you snatch the tampons out of his hands. “Please excuse me. I need to…”

“I got you pie too.” He calls after you. “I’ll make you some soul food tonight.”

“Awesome,” you poke your head back inside the room, grinning. “Can we watch nonsense on TV and eat junk food?”

“Sure, sweetheart!” Dean exclaims.

Smiling you look at Dean. “I think I like this new life.”

“Of course, you like it. I’m in your life now…”