#SAMMY DONT BE SCARED KISS HIM!!!

[crownedhopelesss]

“i could’t stop thinking about you all day.” for sammy

THOSE WERE WORDS SAMMY wasn't expecting to come out jeremy's mouth. they were close; they worked alongside together and have formed a friendship that was unbreakable. and sammy couldn't lie... jeremy was an attractive man ( or whatever he may be but she didn't judge ) and she loved every moment she had shared with him. but... this ? she didn't think jeremy thought of her in that way. she turned where she stood with an expression of shock painted on her face, thickly swallowing the drink that pooled in her mouth. the harsh gulp left an uncomfortable lump in her throat but it didn't come close to the anxiety that shot through her like lightening. ❛ i'm sorry... what ? ❜ she mumbled shakily. she placed her drink down and leaned back on the counter, taking in a steady, deep breath. this would take a lot of vulnerability to open up to him about how she truly felt and the truth was; jeremy was all she thought about. if he was safe, what he was up to, how deep his eyes were... stop, you're losing focus. ❛ i ---- uh.... what about ? was it the new song i dropped because it's still rough around the edges and needs some fine tuning and i was thinking about changing up the vibe, ya know, because it's not really the vibe and ---- ❜ she rambled and rambled. her nerves took control of her tongue and she was kicking herself for every nonsensical word that slipped out. this is your chance, sammy, tell him !! ❛ ummm.... you want another shot ? ❜ smooth, sammy...

@jeremydied

[ghostl-yy]

Think about it - Dean's desperate to get Sam off the demon blood and he'll do fucking anything to get him to at least cut down on how much hes chugging. Sam tells him one night when hes half asleep that hes just gotten used to the sharpness of it on his tongue, that he craves the coppery, metallic taste if he goes without it for too long.

Dean's just being a good big brother, he'll do anything to help Sammy's cravings... that's why one day he drags Sam onto his lap, one hand tight on his waist and the other on his bottom lip, coaxing his mouth open, telling him to stick his tongue out and Sam is all 'whatre you making me do, Dean?' kinda whiny and exasperated, but his heart is beating really fast because hes a little scared, and Dean strokes his waist and speaks to him so softly, 'dont you trust me Sammy?' And sam doesnt even have time to think about it before Dean shoves the silver stud he's sharpened into Sam's tongue, piercing it.

And Sam is shocked - it obviously hurts and bleeds because its unprofessional and Dean has no experience with this kinda stuff, but Dean just shushes him and wipes his tears and kisses him and strokes his hair and asks 'this'll help with the taste, wont it baby?'

[according2thelore]

I've had this little idea in my head for awhile but that last ask about Ls!Sam and Es! Dean really made me want to revisit it and share.

So i had this dumb little thought awhile ago.

It starts with es!Dean trying to kiss ls!Sam for whatever reason, and Sam pushes him away because he and ls!Dean promised, no stealing any firsts away from their younger selves.

And so younger Dean is pushed away, and he looks devastated, but more then that he looks scared. Panicked. Like he thinks he just made the biggest mistake of his life, letting Sam(any version of sam) know his fucked up feelings.

And Sam, already knowing what's going through deans head, is quick to be like "I want to kiss you! I do!" And younger Dean just eyes him, like he thinks he's lying. So Sam keeps explaining. "I want to, but you can't. If I- er, if younger me found out that I stole our first kiss, something I've been pining for since I was a kid? It would destroy, uh..." Sam winces, trying to work around how to word it, "...Me." He shakes his head. "What I'm saying is that your Sam needs that kiss first.

Dean doesn't look entirely convinced, but he's calmer now, not so panicked anymore. Though he still looks like he's ready to bolt if he needs to.

Sam sighs and keeps going, "Look. I feel the same way ok? I've felt this way about you for ages. But your firsts should be with him, not me. Not yet." He shakes his head, "I know it seems easier with me because I'm more developed-" He doesn't miss the obvious way Dean's eyes flick to Sam's chest. He bites down a scoff, typical Dean, "But I promise, he'll be thrilled to hear you tell him you love him. He wants to kiss you, needs it really. So-" another sigh, then a laugh. "Kiss him first. Then come talk to me when you've got it all figured out."

ANYWAY this isn't really anything. I don't remember exactly what inspired this but I know that this whole thing came from seeing people talk about Sam's tits, and I started think that the term "developed" tends to reference women's bodies as they get older. And I just thought that Dean automatically looking at Sam's chest when he says "developed" would be hilarious. That's really the only reason I wrote this whole thing LMAO

Idk if this would even fit anywhere in your es/ls verse, and I dont expect you to do anything with it lol, but I just thought the idea was funny and you might appreciate it. I assume we're all Sam titty enjoyers in this house, including and especially Dean Winchester LMAO

(Excuse any errors, I wrote this up in like 5 minutes without double checking much lol)

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA

omg i LOVE this--consider it canon!!!!!! :) or "canon," ig, since we're all just kinda messing around!

this has EVERYTHING i love!!!! AHHH!

tiny (steamy) addition, bc the "not yet" and "come to me when you've got it all figured out" got me thinking!

hope you enjoy and THANK YOU for sending it in!!!!!!! your brain, your genius...and for five minutes?? DAMN!!! thanks again! :) <3

-lizzy

"hey. sammy." sam looks up, and sees younger dean striding towards him. sam puts a paper in the book he's reading to hold his place, alarmed.

before sam can ask what's wrong, dean has rounded the library table, and stands in front of his chair. sam tilts his chair out, hands coming up to check for injuries, but--

hands in his hair. sam is tugged forward, up, and--

dean's lips are on his. dean...devours him. dean kisses him like a starving man, tongue on his bottom lip begging entry. sam opens--dazed, unable to deny dean in anything, any version of dean, so used to opening for his own dean when he's half fucked and delirious that he doesn't even think about it.

dean whimpers, tilting forward, sliding between sam's open thighs. dean's tongue is wet, hot, and slides against sam's own with heady determination. sparks skitter across sam's scalp as dean pulls sam further up, closer.

he makes a wounded noise when sam's hands come up to his hips, one of his hands wrapping around dean's waist like it's nothing, covering his entire flank. sam starts to kiss back--barely, tongue at dean's bottom lip--when he comes back to himself.

he uses his grip on dean's hips to haul him away, dean fighting him every step of the way and leaving wet, sucking kisses on sam's mouth as he pulls away.

"what--" he starts, dazed. dean's heaving for breath, mouth pink and bright and eyes glazed over like sam's been sucking his cock, not light kissing.

"we talked yesterday. worked it out. kissed him first." dean pants, and leans back in. the words register. he talked to sam. he kissed his younger self. hope and pride start to bloom in sam's chest, and he knows he's starting to smile from the way dean's eyes go soft and adoring. his thumb lands on sam's bottom lip, eyes going dark from how wet it is. "not stealing anything." he swears.

dean swoops back down, and sam has no time to stop him, dean kissing him with reckless, passionate abandon. he doesn't know what sam likes yet, he realizes, so he's throwing everything at the wall. it's endearing. and messy.

sam pulls back, trying to stay on track.

"i should--ah!" sam starts, but dean nips at his jaw, making sam jolt in his arms. "let me talk to dean, first, okay?"

he needs to talk to dean first. he's not stealing a first kiss, or a first makeout, or anything, but sam is not going to risk his relationship with his brother over this.

dean is not listening, and tries to come back to sam's mouth. sam starts to stand, taking control of the kiss, tongue licking into dean's mouth in a way that has dean legitimately humping forward into sam's thigh. by the time sam is standing, his head is bent low over dean, whom has stretched up and cradles sam's jaw between his hands.

sam lets his mouth go, and dean's lips are practically red, swollen a little with the force of sam's kiss.

"shit--sammy." dean pants, loosely rolling his neck to the side and pressing his chest up into sam like he's a swooning maiden on the cover of a bodice ripper.

sam acquiesces, pressing his lips to the thick tendon in dean's neck, gently. no teeth. not yet. even when sam's body screams for it, the tender, delicate, unmarked skin above his jugular.

dean whimpers like a wounded animal, hands tightening on sam's arms.

"okay?" sam repeats, stronger this time.

"shit. sammy. fine. yes!" dean pants, and sam smiles, rewarding him with a kiss that dean sinks into like a warm bath. dean's fingers tilt so he can scratch at sam's stubble, and sam smiles into his mouth.

fuck. he's going to rip this kid apart.

[wincestdailyheadcanons]

TW: abusive relationship, dubcon, strangulation, murder, emotional/mental abuse, DEAN IS NOT A GOOD GUY)

Wincest Unhinged #7 Sam's scared, he's so fucking scared. 

"If you love me, you'll let me do this." Dean says low into his ear. 

"I do…I do love you, I'm just…"

Dean kisses his neck; "You don't trust me after all I've done for you?" He sounds hurt. Sam quickly shakes his head; "No, no, I do it's just…it's just a lot."

"If you can't do it, just say so. I can find someone else, and it'll be your fault. Just like last time."

Last time. The last time Sam said no to one of Dean's games. Dean offered Sam a beer, told him it was okay, he understood, and within a few minutes, Sam felt so fucking groggy. Dean came up behind him and wrapped an arm across his chest, pulling him backwards. 

"I love you."

Dean held him, the embrace loving and possessive.

Something was wrong. Very, very, wrong.

"It'll take effect in a minute, don't worry, you'll be fine." Dean promised.

"What?" Sam slurred, trying to get his eyes to focus.

If Dean said something, Sam doesn't remember. 

Sam remembers waking up, handcuffed to a bed. He remembers seeing someone, a man he didn't know laying beside him, staring at him without blinking, his eyes rolled back slightly, his mouth hung open.

He was dead. 

But more horrifying, he  looked like Sam.

 "He won't hurt you, he can't." Dean promised. Sam jerked his head to the side, looking at his brother. "What did you do?! What the fuck did you do?!"

Sam thrashed on the bed, pulling at the cuffs. Dean covered Sam's mouth, fingers pressing so hard, Sam knew there would be bruises. 

Dean pressed his forehead against Sam's; "Shh…Sammy, you need to be very, very, quiet, and listen to me. I need to take a shower."

Sam gave Dean a confused look.

"I am going to let you go, and I'm going to take a shower. In that time I want you to make a decision. You can either help me clean up this mess as an apology for  the trouble you caused or you can call the police. But I promise you, I will not be going to jail."

Dean didn't even give the option of Sam running.

They both knew he wouldn't.

Dean took a step back, releasing Sam.

"Tell me you understand." 

Sam bites his lip and nods; "Ill help."

"Thats my boy."

Sam got into the shower with his brother, washed his skin clean, kissed his fingertips, let Dean push those same fingers into him, and worked him open, slow and gentle.

"Feel good, doesn't it, baby boy? He didn't feel as good as you. You're so much tighter…"

Sam let out a soft moan, rolling his hips back. 

"Kid didn't tighten up until I had my hands on his throat." 

Dean curled his fingers around Sam's cock, pumping him, and fuck, it feels so fucking good.

"There's no shame in telling big brother what you need."

Sam pushes back, trying to get Dean's fingers deeper, trying to get him to touch that spot. 

He's getting off on the hands that just strangled someone. He knows this. But Sam can't get past the urge to fuck.

When he begs for Dean, so embarrassingly needy, Dean looks proud. 

That was the last time. This is now.

 Right now Dean has him naked on the bed, working him open, pushing the head of his cock in and out of Sam's unprepped hole. 

Dean doesn't speak, doesn't acknowledge that Sam is in pain, hell he seems to be enjoying it a little more because of the noises Sam makes.

'You can say no or stop at any time, but you know the consequences.' 

"Dean, Dean, please," Sam chokes out, voice breaking, " I wanna…" He pushes against Dean's chest.

Dean kissed him, cutting off his words; "You know I won't let anything happen to you, why don't you trust me? Don't you love me?" 

He does, he loves and trusts Dean so fucking much. "I do…I promise I do…"

"Then dont fight me."

Before Sam could react Dean grabbed his throat, Sam's hands flying instinctively to grab Dean's arms as his air was cut off 

"Relax." Dean growls, and gives a hard painful thrust pushing the entire length of his cock in at once.

Dean moans, and  when Sam lets his arms fall to the sides, Dean gives Sam that same look of pride he gave before, and for just a moment, the satisfaction that Sam made Dean happy, overshadowed the fear and panic of not being able to breathe.

Then Dean squeezed tighter, rolling his hips. "Feel so fucking good, doing great Sammy, little more, almost there…"

Despite his promise, Sam grabs at Dean's arm's he hits, and scratches, tries to beg with eyes for Dean to let up. 

'Trust me, love me, trust me…" Deans words echo in his head, and fuck, he does. Dean's killing him, but he still loves him.

The world slips away…

Sam's eyes fly open as he takes in air, Sam feels Dean roll him onto his side.

"There you go." Dean says, rubbing his back. "Thought I lost ya there for a second. You did so fucking great Sammy, felt fucking amazing. You made me cum so fucking hard."

Dean gently lifted Sam's head onto his lap, fingers stroking through Sam's hair. 

"Thank you, baby, boy. We can do it again tomorrow since you liked it so much too."

Sam glanced down, saw his own thighs covered with cum.

He hated that. He fucking hated it.

But he loves Dean more.

"Anything for you, De."

[thetisming]

okay so i thought of this and it's rotting my brain, so:

Frankie as a letsplayer:

 CONSTANTLY brings up May

mostly plays horror

very openly queer & neurodivergent

May joins him sometimes

has a pretty big fanbase, especially queer and neurodivergent people

 again, brings up May SO MUCH. kind of like how Sean talks about Evelyn except he goes really into detail about their personality and how much he loves them

Sammy always jumps onto the table

 ^he has caused so many deaths

 sometimes May will just enter the room and kiss Frankie and he gets so giggly and doesn’t continue playing for like five minutes

 has been called slurs on stream. by Juliet and Romeo

he gets SO scared so easily, fans love him for it

has a lot of fanart for some reason. but that’s fair since he's a pretty popular streamer

 his streamer name is Franpuchino 

he loves kissing May on stream or while he’s filming. just to be like “hey guys my partner May is the best and we’re dating and they’re so wonderful”. this is good because May also loves flaunting that they’re his partner (not in a ‘i’m dating a famous guy’ way, in the way that they just love him so much)

when he plays with Juliet, Romeo and May, they all make fun of him. if it’s live everyone joins in. he is so sad

people think the funniest thing they can ever do is tell Frankie to make the wrong choices on live. and sometimes they tell him to make the right choices but he doesnt trust them. and then he dies

when he started, he went by Francois, but then Juliet called him Frankie and it stuck

the fans always ask how May’s doing and he VERY happily responds/brings them in to talk

whenever May comes in, they’re wearing the fucking gayest clothes ever seen. and of course Frankie is gay about this.

^Frankie wears the most average outfits ever, like jeans and a hoodie. the hoodie has May’s embroidery on it though so it is actually pretty gay. he just kind of stares at them though. of course, he does wear nice clothes, but not for streaming

his favourite games are The Prototype, Little Misfortune, Amanda the Adventurer, The Classrooms, Untitled Goose Game, Ouija Sleepover, 98xx & Teke Teke

his introduction is “hey guys, i’m Franpucchino!” because he couldnt be bothered with a creative one

all his fans call him Frankie (except for the ones who use Francois) and calling him Franpucchino is the equivalent of a tv show mum calling their kid by their full name

he tries his best to respond to all the silly comments

^someone once asked him if he can be their dad and he said ‘i can try but i dont know if that’s legal?’

there are times where chat is just filled with ‘Franpucchino.’ and it’s always after he did something stupid

May created the art for the picture thing after Frankie decided he actually did want to do this

he always tries to get to the game as fast as possible when it’s a video, but doesn’t care much when it’s a livestream

May isn’t actually in the videos THAT much, but he does bring them up a lot. and of course there are some that they do together (Frankie finds it really hard to focus when they’re there because he just loves them a lot)

Frankie’s fans absolutely adore May though. one time he got a comment that said ‘i love May’ and he just said ‘that makes two of us…’

some fans dont actually care much about May, but since theyre also a streamer they have a similar fanbase

someone recommended ddlc and he got so freaked out that he swore he would never take suggestions again. he liked the game though

for how much i’m talking about May, that’s not even why most of his fans like him. they just wanted a queer streamer and they found one, and as it turns out he’s really fucking gay for his partner

he freaks the fuck out at the slightest scares

Frankie reverts to french in videos sometimes and his editor (Romeo) has to add subtitles for what he’s saying

^mostly when he’s REALLY scared

he kind of sucks at a lot of games. this just makes it more fun for everyone watching

[mandy4ever69420]

4.12

debbie is still so my world. first of all im crazy about her little personality. second of all her decision to use a pizza delivery driver she knew as transportation when needed is very clever and funny. still sad though. matty death manifestation chant starts at 8:30 thirdly i really enjoyed how her worrying about visiting fiona and getting mad at lip for being hesitant ties into how mad she was at fiona in the start of the season for not looking for ian.

enjoyed hearing the exact moment the person im watching with realized ian was bipolar. oh fuck is right

debbie and carl played it so cool checking in on ian but later totally losing their minds when fiona gets home to ask her for help was very good. debbie especially did a very nice job holding it in "yeah, we know what this is"->oh my god fiona is here she needs to come. well placed so that you dont really think about how flatly scary it is to be 13 and realize your brothers all fucked up until she finally lets go

fiona's joy at coming home and being hugged was sweet. and then also the way she didn't lose that moment entirely but when she realized that debbie and carl were also so clingy because something was wrong

i liked that scene were lip gets briefly overcome at amanda's terrifying weird thing bc she's pretty and nice and she likes him and then he's moved by the kiss until all the other sorority girls start celebrating and he realizes (incorrectly) it was just to show off. amanda being normal amount of guarded about her feelings pre-sabotaging her later for when she tries to actually clarify because lip already felt a little spark of hope and then snuffed it before.

lip and fiona talking about ian being bipolar had another good foreshadowing. fiona to lip: is alcoholism genetic? VS lip ggiving fiona a hard time talking about AA.

it is with a heavy heart i must announce that sammi is still a likable person pre s5 when they decided she was going to be a villainous character. and then having having the tell me you fucking neeed me / snitch meltdown of s5.

anyone whos ever needed pain medication from a doctor recognizes the way that the surgeon talks to frank. i feel like this is a pretty good example case for 'the addicts that youre so scared of deserve to have their pain treated too'

joan cusack is still fantastic even if her character is evil. when she is denied adoption and not really offered an explanation her response made pretty clear the feeling that she really thought she'd have an "in" with a "community" if she just became a mother to their children and realizes that she's still an outsider when no one will translate for her. that's very sad. fuck you though. also interesting howwww obvious it is that sheila was the bad guy in arguments w sammi while frank was hospitalized here

much to consider about how arguably the most longterm harmful thing in terms of life impact that frank does to his kids (consistently encouraging them to drink) is also the thing he does when he's trying his hardest to be sweet and connect. like he's a terrible asshole but when he's having a gentle little moment of reflection with carl and offers carl a drink and carl says no and frank says no come on. that was an olive branch and also the worst way to behave

i reiterate how stupid it iswhen people complain about shameless side characters being 'forgotten' when they are written off in a clear and very very sad type of way that just means they left. i am referring to bonnie becoming terrified she's going to fuck carl up and taking her whole family and evacuating the area permanently. Side note also anne gonzalez.

mickey is so fucking awesome. but you knew this

it's nice svetlana has switched gears into being conciliatory but i still don't agree with "no more bullshit with baby" ideologically. like it's not like she has a better choice i don't take issue with her specifically but i've seen how peoples media comprehension is and i worry people think this is an "epic win" of some sort. it is not her fault but god help me. absolutely it was killing me to see mickey's distaste for a baby but we need to understand he doesn't actually have to be a parent. again svetlana did not have better options as far as she was concerned this was the horse she had had her cart hitched to

[soupbabe]

Hello, can i mabye get a match up? Preference would be Scream, i hope the text it not to long, thank you

I'm a Capricorn/30.12.2001/, and INTP, my name is Samantha but just Sam or Sammy please. My pronounce are She/They . Saying my full name is just weird and makes me feel insanely bad and guilty. I don't have a preference for my partner,I can love anyone. I have a normal body, I kinda dislike the size of my boobs, it's hard to find fitting shirts sometimes. I 'm 5.6 foot, my eyes are a grayish blue color, my hair is now a wash off dark red with black which is also washed out at the end. I leave loose hair at every place like a cat, its gos me to my boobs. It happens often that I find random bruises and don't know how they get here. As I have some small scares, even behind my ears. Now to my style,i dont have one but mostly go with alt , Gothic and punk? Sometimes i just pick things out from my clothes and I love oversized things and weirdly man boxers, man they are comfy. Although i try to went barefoot at ever time of the year. Than asking me why i am sick the same day. I like to wear necklaces and earrings,sometimes bracelet even. I will wear the stolen things outside and grin at the person

To my personality, I have trouble finding friends due to my shyness and social anxiety.I have trouble standing up for myself, and hate when people are rude to me. I will feel small everytime, sometimes I even start to stutter or just go away and complain to my friends. Because of my ADHD I'm forgetting things, or to sleep and have bad time management. I tend to space out when I am bored or it's just too much for me, sometimes I will start rambling on topics and will not let you speak, unless you shut me up. I am easy to scare and confused, with the right Person even a blushing mess. As i will not really talk about my problems like, or i make jokes of than. I tend to make jokes of myself. Over than this i have a bit of "fuck this, if they want to talk than talk." As i wont change my personality from someone. I like to annoy people, as i like to have a from attention others. I love to knuddels and physical touch,as i dont like getting gifts. I feel bad cause i don't have most of the times. You have to just give than to me.Sometimes i can have a bit of an attitude and angry issues.

I like reading books, horror, listen to music, cigarette smoke( i don't smoke), nights and my friends, good naps, fire, backing. As I have a soft spot for neck kisses and cuddles. But praise is on another level . As i love coffee and energy drinks I am uncomfortable with abuse and will stand up fro people i love, as i have an trauma from abuse and bullying. I even got an fear of being abandoned because my birth father left me and don't proper contact me for years. I got severe depression because if this since a young age. I hate pop music as well as romantic movies, as well as hiding me from others and lies ot to sweet things, and assholes.I tend to take my time about trusting someone and feeling fear of getting abandoned.

I match you with,,,

Billy Loomis ♡

Listen, you understand Billy more than most people! He relates to your own issues with abandonment and that leaves a bond that's insanely strong <3 While he doesn't like talking about it all too much, his affections for you are on the next level. Giving all the soft kisses and praise your heart desires to let you know you can't get rid of him <3

He thinks you're cute, your shy and easy to scare nature is found charming. Though be careful, it's very easy to imagine Billy choosing an extra scary movie so you can jump right into his arms <33

[bonelessbloodfreak]

He had never been sure when, but ultimately, Dean Winchester knew he would go out swinging. Coughing up blood or drowning in his own guts. He would go out with wild eyes and a gun in his hand, a blade through his chest or a stake in in back. He would go out messy, with adrenaline seeping out as he loses blood, eyes wide and terrified. And no one would miss him but Sam.

His body would be burnt, the funeral would be lonely and dry, Bobby might show if he lives long enough, Sam might try to bring him back if Dean doesn’t get a chance to tell him not to.

Dean Winchester did not want to go out bloody and scared, but he knew what being a hunter meant. He had made peace with it.

In the end, hellhounds ripping ribbons of his skin and his guts being left in a puddle around his hell bound body... it made sense to him. He was always meant to go out bloody. At least he did it to save his brother, his one true purpose fulfilled.

But that wasn’t the end, was it? Of course not, the world was too cruel, or too kind, or too... much. Just too much. And Castiel was very much the same.

Castiel was too cruel and too kind and far too much for Dean to comprehend. He was a dick at first, just like the rest, but he was never like the rest of the angels, not completely. He had doubt. He had feelings.

He had feelings about Dean.

And of course that couldn’t be looked at. That couldn’t be focused on. Not with the impending apocalypse, not ever. Dean didn’t have time to deal with much else beside the gun in his hand, it’s target, and the unhealthy codependency issues he had with his brother.

And things didn’t change for a while. They were different, yes, but ultimately his goals were the same. Even when his family expanded beyond just his brother... it was always the same.

Protect Sam. Kill monsters. Save the world. Protect his family. Kill demons. Stop the apocalypse. Protect everyone. Kill angels. Stop Chuck.

Then suddenly, his little brother wasn’t the only person who mattered more than anything. There was Cas. And he was scared, because he cared for Cas differently then he cared for Sam. He cared for Cas the way he was never supposed to care about another man. Or anyone, not in this life. But Cas is an Angel, and Dean has never been straight, he’s not gonna kid himself.

His narrative became; Dont let Cas die. Dont let Cas leave. Dont let Cas get hurt. Dont stare too hard. Dont touch him for too long. Dont reach out. Dont open up. Dont think about it, just... just keep him safe. Keep them all safe.

And maybe it had been like that all along.

Suddenly Dean didn’t want to die anymore. He didn’t want to fuck off to the ends of the earth only to drop off the surface. He wanted the beach and fruity drinks with goddamn umbrellas. He wanted karaoke bars and not having to worry about what lurked in the parking lot. He wanted Christmas Eve with Jody and Donna and the girls, he wanted fishing trips with Jack. He wanted family barbecues because they had a day off work, not because the world might be fried crispy by sunrise.

He wanted a life.

More importantly, he wanted Cas to be there.

Through the loss and the pain and the bitter, bitter anger. Through the blood and the late nights with a knife in his hand. Through the shitty mornings and the weeks spent sleeping in Baby’s backseat. Cas was there. He wanted to be, and Dean wanted him to be.

For the first time, Dean wanted to live through it, if it meant getting to this moment.

This moment with Cas smiling, kissing him, loving him. Sammy safe with Eileen. Jack laughing with a mouthful of food. Sitting around their table, because they have a table. They have a home. A kitchen for Dean to cook in.

Yeah, Dean would live through it.

[rustys-lodge]

Heyy!

I'm Same anon who requested the dean x daughter fic the one with the bad touch thing.

I just wanted to request this fic again.

I was wondering if you'd write it?

please if you're not comfortable with writing this don't write it as it may be triggering

.So please dont write it if you're not up for it!

Ps : I've literally read al your fics sooo many timess!

I love your work sooo much❤

Hello, my girl !! I'm sorry i didn't post it on time. I just i didn't know how to write it without making it triggering for you or for whoever's going to read it, it felt like some words were an easy reminder of how it felt. I really hope it's not too much.

Warnings : Sexual assault, pedophilia, Some sentences may be too triggering !!!!!! skip to the end.

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“Bye, daddy.” You waved at your dad as he head up the stairs.

“Bye, baby.” Your father sent you a kiss, accompanied by wave from your uncle.

“You be good, honey, okay ?”

You grinned at your uncle.

“Yes, uncle Sammy. And you be good, daddy. Don’t sleep too late.”

a heartul chuckle echoed around the library. “Yes, baby. I won’t.And you be good to uncle Larry, okay ?”

“Yes, daddy.”

You turned to the man standing behind you.

“What do we do now, uncle Larry ?”

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It’s been a week. A week since that man left. A week since everything was supposed to go back to normal. But none of it did. And you somehow couldn't do anything anymore. You feared your father was going to notice how different you were. Even you felt different. You felt dirty and you got startled every time your father knocked on your door.

"Honey, can i come in." You jumped up a little.

And there he goes again.

"Yeah." You drew a deep breath in, already feeling impatient. You kneeled on your bed.

You couldn't pretend anymore. You really stopped wanting to.

"Look."

You looked up. A forced happy smile was plastered on your father' face. He was holding a pie in his hand. It was still hot as the steam was rising out of it.

Your tummy grumbled loudly as your mouth started to water. That pie looked so perfect, It smelled like heaven. But you couldn't eat. You tried, didn't end well.

You weakly smiled at him as he slowly walked towards you. "Daddy,you look funny when you force yourself to smile. Don't."

"Can i come in too ?"

You turned towards the door. "Of course, uncle Sammy." You slightly chuckled at the same fake happy smile on your uncle's lips.

"Don't smile. Apparently we look funny when we do." Dean joked, shaking his head.

As all three of you sat on the bed, tension started to roam around the room. So you decided to break the silence.

"So, what is this ?"

Your dad frowned. "What ?! We're not allowed to be together anymore ?"

You rolled your eyes. "You know what i mean." You crossed your arms over your chest as thoughts raced through your mind. You knew what was coming. You just feared that moment too much.

"What happened..Y/n. You were okay and then you weren't anymore. We're worried about y-"

"Nothing happened. I'm me. I'm here. I'm talking to you !" You raged, realizing right after that it was the wrong move. "I'm...Okay, daddy. I am." You kept your eyes fixated on the covers.

"No, you're not ! This isn't you. You're jumpy and sad all the time. You're not eating, you're sc-"

"No, that's not truue." You turned to your dad. "I am eating and i'm not jumpy. I just get start-"

"Why don't you t-"

"You know that dad and i love you, right, baby ?" Sam intervened, cupping your face to turn you towards him.

You leaned away slowly to get him to let go. "Yes, i do, Uncle Sammy..I c-can't i-i-i just-i" you stuttered as your chin quivered.

You shifted back your father, wrapping your arms around him as you burst into tears. "Hey, hey, honey, don't cry...Daddy's here..Daddy's here." He whispered into your ear. But it only made it worse ! He was going to get mad at you..He was going to be dissapointed in you..But he's your father ! He wouldn't do that, right ?

"Do you promise me you won't get mad ?" You sniffled. "Do you promise ?"

Your father stared at you for a few seconds while your uncle patted your back. "Yeah.. Honey, of course."

You exhaled a deep breath out, a hiccup escaping you. "That...man...The..He-um- he" You started crying again, unable to finish your sentence as it all flashed through your mind. "He.."

"Honey, he what ?" Dean tapped your shoulder, lifting your face up in hands. "He what ?"

You sobbed harder. Your father's voice was blank. It was emotionless.

You leaned closly, whispering in the whole story in his ear.

Your dad glanced at Sam, who shot up, pacing around the room while your dad rubbed his forehead.

You hid your face in your hands. "I'm sorry, dadd-pl-please don't be m-"

"What? no, baby no." Dean moved your hands away your face, replacing them with his. "I'm the one who's s-sorry, okay ?" He pressed his forehead agaisnt yours. "Never ever be sorry about this. Yeah ? I'm never leaving you alone again i promise you-baby i-i-promise you i'm sorry i-"

You pulled away from him, flashing him a smile when you realized that his eyes were glistening with tears. But they also glowed with anger. And as scared as you were of that, you felt relieved, like half of a burden has been lifted off your shoulders. You didn't have to be alone anymore. You had your family again.

You hesitated for a second before you spoke again. "You...You're never going to leave me wit-"

"Never" Your dad shook his head rapidly. "Never ever. With anyone." He reached for your hand, bringing it to his lips. "You're safe now."

You exhaled a breath that felt like your very first.

"I'm sorry, honey..I'm here now. I'm here for you."

[ithinkilikeit-reactions]

PDA with The Rose

The Rose Masterlist                                             Group Masterlist

Ask:  I dont know if you've done these yet but PDA with the rose and day 6?? Like how they'd be out and about with friends or in group settings with their s/o? Love your stuff!

Sammy/Woosung: 

Confident public displays of affection. Woosung isn’t shy to show his love for you. It really doesn’t matter where you are. Of course, there are limits and things he believes should be private between you two like makeout sessions etc. Things never go over that line. However, he isn’t scared to kiss you in public or hold you in public either. 

He’s always holding your hands, kissing you, complimenting you and pulling you in for hugs. Woosung also isn’t scared to sneak his hand into your back pocket and give you a cheeky butt squeeze in public. 

Dojoon: 

Dojoon is very casual in the way he shows his affection towards you in public. He isn’t shy about showing his affection towards you either, but just doesn’t really do certain things in public. Not because he’s embarrassed or shy or anything, he just doesn’t do them? He tends to not kiss you on the lips in public unless it’s to say goodbye. He just prefers being able to take his time to kiss you and that tends to be in private. 

He loves holding your hands and hugging you though. Waiting in line? Hug. Shopping? Hug. Grocery shopping? Hug. He hugs all the time and that’s the main PDA he partakes in. 

Hajoon: 

Shy PDA for sure. It’s not that he acts like he doesn’t know you in public, but his touches are very light and soft. He keeps the PDA to a minimum because he really just likes being able to have private moments with you and finds them more special because they are private. 

He’ll kiss your forehead every now and then and he’ll hold your hand, not much more than that though. But the hand holding is very frequent. Hajoon’s touches are so light and soft, they make you feel so special. 

Jaehyeong: 

Big sweetie is also kind of shy when it comes to PDA. But that goes away the longer you are together. At first you kissing his cheek would turn him into a blushing mess, but later on he’d have the confidence to turn his head and kiss you right on the lips. He turns out loving PDA, nothing to intense but the standard hand holding, small kisses and loving hugs and cuddles. 

Jaehyeong would love it if you sat close to him when going out so he can have an arm around you, he just absolutely loves that. He loves having you right by his side when you’re out and about, just so he can hug you a little extra. 

[chateautae]

FINALLY I FINISHED THE OH SO GREAT CHAPTER 12, THE CHAPTER IVE BEEN WAITING FOR SINCE IVE STARTED READING MID

FIRST OF ALL, IMMACULATE, CHEFS KISS, MWAH SO GOOD! THE FUCKING BEST, WORTH THE WAIT 😩🙏❤️💜❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 PARDON ME IF THIS WILL BE LONG, I JUST FEEL LIKE RANTING RN CAUSE I ALSO HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY QUEEN!!! I READ THIS FOR APPROXIMATELY 4-5 HOURS CAUSE IM SUCH A SLOW READER

The chapter made me go through a series of emotion sammy! I FEEL LIKE IM CRAZY RN. you gave bottom tae justice, i love bottom tae and top oc scene! rawr 🔥 The Call between tae and the boys made me laugh so hard, i love how you added that scene as a detail. The Carnival Scene gave me butterflies, especially the PINGU IMPERSONATION PLS! IM SO GLAD YOU ADDED THAT IN ❤️ We stan Taehyung x Pingu

I sobbed while taehyung was sharing his past! it lived up to the chapter’s title “Sharing my fragile truth” I never expected that his past was so deep and dark, truly heartbreaking and i felt it through my veins. I love how you made OC responded with it as well, It was so caring and warm and just the perfect words to say 😩😭 You portrayed it so so well ❤️

I listened to the song while reading the next love scene, Aphrodite by RINI AND IT FITTED SO WELL??? LIKE HOW? I was shocked and it definitely made reading the scene better!! THE Scene was beautiful with all the talking, consent and aftercare! We love communication in an established relationship yes we stan!

LAST BUT NOT THE LEAST SAMMY YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO END A CLIFFHANGER CHAPTER DONT YOU 😭😭😭 I was so ready and hyped to see Taehyung punch the living shit out of hisung and then BOOM END OF CHAPTER 12 AAAAAA GOT A LITTLE FRUSTRATED But then again, that is so smart cause YOU WILL EXPECT A LOT OF READERS TO ANTICIPATE FOR CHAPTER 13! THE CLIMAX AND THE DRAMA, THE ANGST, ALL IN CHAPTER 13 HMMMM

Ahhh I cant believe were nearing the end of MID, the BEST Story I’ve read hands down. Top one on my list and I will definitely be recommending this to other people! 😭❤️ You’ve written this story so so well that I actually learned a lot from it like how in this chapter, how BDSM has those sides to it or how kim taehyung talks about business🥵 The details in this story is out of the box, very creative and IM LIVING FOR THEM!

PS. HAVE I TOLD YOU HOW I FUCKING HATE HISUNG AND KISEOK? I HOPE THEY GOES BALD AND BLEACH GOES IN THEIR EYES! I HOPE THEIR PP GETS CUT OFF AND GETS FED TO PIGS!

- all the love, 🍓

WJEODJOE YES YES IK YOU’VE BEEN WAITING!! AHH I’M SO GLAD YOU LOVED THE CHAPTER! And yes yes pingu x taehyung forever I wonder how many people could tell I adapted that idea from when Taehyung went live and did those Pingu impressions for us!!! Oh gosh I cried writing Tae’s past it was just so heartbreaking, and I’m glad wifey oc was there for him and you liked how I went about the scene! I was doubting it quite a lot.

YESS APHRODITE BY RINI WAS PERFECT WASN’T IT?? Such a Taehyung song I fucking adored it and I’m happy the bdsm scene came off so well! NO NO I’M SO SCARED TO WRITE CHAPTER 13 CAUSE YES ALL THE DRAMA IS THERE, I CAN’T WAIT FOR EVERYONE TO SEE! And tysm for such lovely words I truly feel so appreciated this way, and I can’t thank you enough for not only reading but showing me so much support 🥺💓 STRAWBERRY ANON YES I HOPE THEY SPERM IS WEAK AF AND THEY SLEEP ON LEGOS!!

[the-gay-intern]

S15E18

Im not popular on tumblr. I still dont fully understand how is it working but Im writing this to the whole 3 people that's going to read it. Enjoy my frustration. Im so done with all this toxic fandom. You guys are such bitches bc destiel didn't begin (and ended) like you wanted to. You read too many fanfics to tell apart what's happening in the shows and what's not. You wanted Dean to what? confess his undying love? to start yelling that he was too scared of being gay? like whaat...? Are we still discussing the same Dean Winchester? The same Dean that is scared to show his own emotions?  The same Dean who has daddy issues, mommy issues, abandonment issues, etc.? The real Dean Winchester who was wearing brave mask for his lil' bro even when he was also scared? His best friend just told him he was the reason he changed. He was the reason he cared about earth. His best friend just told him he loved him but it was also a goodbye.  Dean was so shocked that it was goodbye. He would rather them both dying. He didn't consider that Cass would sacrifice for him. That's why Dean (Jensen)'s face showed practically nothing. One second he was thinking ' that's it we are BOTH dying here' and next Castiel is sacrificing himself. When Castiel said 'I love you' Dean is holding tears. He swallowed lump in his throat. He said 'Don't do this Cass' bc if he would confess too it would mean that this is goodbye. Forever. That he is accepting that fate. He didn't want to accept it. (for reference im sending you to Torchwood s03e04). They didn't have much time. Then Empty was there. When Dean turned around HE HAD FUCKING TEARS IN HIS EYES FOR FUCKS SAKE. YOU CANNOT SAY THAT HE WAS EMOTIONLESS. Then Death was there too. He wanted to say something but Cass just pushed him out of the way. And for those people that aren't satisfied with the whole scene and stubbornly think that Dean was cussing Castiel in his head for having hOmOsExUxAl feeling for him. When Sammy was calling him he didn't pick up. His little brother was calling during apocalypse he didnt pick up bc he was devastated. He was crying there. I know that a lot of episodes are dark that you barely see anything whats happening. But you can see him crying there. You can hear it too. If that doesn't mean he cares then i dont know what do you want. And for those saying that Jensen and Misha are homophobic. Bitch wtf? Like literally wtf? They are supporting LGBT+ community. When do you say that Jensen isn't shipping Cas and Dean like... from when people don't get to choose who they want to ship? And I think destiel would be canon a long time ago if it wasn't for those toxic destiel shippers. Jensen got those threats bc he didn't want to ship destiel. Like wtf people? What is wrong with you? No wonder Jensen wanted to back off. To sum up. If you wanted Dean and Cass kiss and fuck there just go watch some porn. You people calling the entire scene 'homophobic' are yourselves homophobic. Bc that's hella stereotypical. Like... if guys are confessing to each other (or only one of them is confessing) there should be gallons of tears and happy jumping or some other cute thing? Or you are just triggered that Cass died few seconds later after confessing and that's homophobic. That's the least homophobic thing i have ever seen in my entire life. He just understood that being truly happy doesnt mean what you have but what you feel. He was happy to sacrifice himself for Dean. He was happy to die for his love. And if that's not beautiful that I dont know whats beautiful.   I think that destiel isn't about physical love. I dont care that they will never kiss or hug or even hold hands (even if i wanted them to). Bc this love is truly for person itself. For their personality. That even with their flaws they are loving each other. Bc not everyone is good with words and feelings. And that's okay. Sometimes unnamed things are better than naming them bc everyone else is doing that. Bc in the end the only thing that matters is that the other person is happy.

[yn-dreamlife]

Ghost

Warnings: angst, like hella angst, swearing(?), sad Sammy, mentions of self destruction, fluff, brother figure Crowley (yes that’s a warning)

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader, dean winchester x Friend!Reader

Description: Dean had died and you watched as your boyfriend through his life away. You couldn’t sit around and watch it happen anymore.

Pain. Immense and unmeasurable pain ripped its way through my heart as I watched it happen. As I watched Sam Winchester lose himsel at the lose of his brother. He threw himself into hunting and I knew it wouldn’t be long.

Silent tears crept down my face as I laid in bed alone yet again.

“I’ll make it up to you.”

“I promise after this hunt we’ll-“

“I have to go.”

“I’m sorry.”

The list of excuses and reassurances went on. And I couldn’t blame him. My love for Sam was the only thing keeping us together and I knew that. And that’s what made this moment worse.

I sat up wiping the tears and making my way to the library where I found Sam. “Let’s get you to bed huh?” I whispered to the nerely passed out Sam.

He tried to resist but stopped after a minute I pulled him to our room and laid him down under the covers. But I laid on top fully dressed. His breathing was almost even when I whispered to him.

“I love you so much Sam Winchester. I always have. And there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I’m so proud of you and I’m always gonna be proud of you, yeah?” He mumbled something attempting to open his eyes when I shushed him softly. “No sam. Sleep now it’ll all be better soon.” I got up grabbing my shoes. Before I left I went over giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“I promise.” I whispered as I began to drive off. I got to the werehouse where I set up the summoning circle. And soon enough Crowley appeared.

“No.” He said firmly.

“Crow...” I began softly.

“No I will not let you.”

“Crowley I have to.” The tears pricked my eyes again. “There my boys.”

“No I will not let you throw your life away for them.”

“I’ve already made my choice. If not you then someone else but it’s gonna happen.”

“You-you can’t darling.” I watched as tears pricked his own eyes.

I shook my head. “Please just don’t make this harder. Just... can I see him again?” Crowley nodded snapping and suddenly Sean appeared in front of me completely fine and unharmed.

He looked around and when he saw Crowley me and the summoning circle tears filled his own eyes. “Y/n tell me you didn’t.”

“I can’t do it dean. I can’t watch him kill himself anymore. He needs you.”

“No! Y/n he needs you too!” Dean said quickly. My lip quivered and my throat felt thick.

“Just know I don’t regret my decision dean. There’s not a day I will regret doing this. Because the world needs you both. And who am I to take away the Winchester duo from the world?”

“That’s not your call it was my time y/n/n!” His voice shook as he reached out for me and I fell into his chest.

“I love you guys okay? I always have loved you guys. Tell Sammy to move on. Please for me. Tell him to have a bunch of sticky little kids to run around a house. And have the stupid picket fence around his house. Tell him to- tell him to live the life we always talked about.” 

“Does he know?” Dean said thickly.  “no. No he Dosent. Dean he’s torn himself apart, between the drinking and the hunting, i was just background noise. And that’s okay. I understand, but that’s why I have to do this. I have to do this for him dean because if not me it would be him. We both know that, and I promised I would take care of him... this is the only way I can think to do it.” A sob ripped through my throat and then the damn broke I couldn’t hold it back.  “You don’t have To do this y/n.”  “i do Dean. I don’t even feel alive anymore I feel like I’m a ghost just... watching. And I can’t do it anymore. Just... give this to him?” He nodded and I looked to Crowley. “I love you Dean.”

“i love you too y/n/n.” I nodded to Crowley and I heard the snap and then Dean was gone.  “will it hurt?” I whispered.  he hesitated. “Yes.” 

“will you be there?”  “yes.”  “then it’s okay.” I hesitated. “I’m scared.” I whispered turning to the man I’ve now learned to call my brother.  “i know y/n/n. I know.”  “I didn’t want to die two days ago.” The tears rolled down my cheeks in waves. “I wanted a future i was willing to hold on to him for years but then I realized none of it would matter without dean. Dean was always a part of Sams future, I was the add on, i was the extra new thing. He lived without me once... he can do it again... I just don’t know if I can do it without him.”  Crowley enveloped me in a hug and I almost thought I could hear a dog but before I felt anything I heard him whisper. “i know... and that’s why I won’t let you.” 

I shot up in my bed. I looked around wildly i saw Sam in bed next to me but I still shot out of bed and ran down the hall. “dean!” I screamed “dean!” I stopped running dropping to my knees it was a dream. I clutched my head and began rocking myself back and forth pressing my hands against my ears. I could hear him say my name. I screamed trying to block it all out. I failed I failed sam. I shouldn’t be here Crowley didn’t go through with our deal. 

“I failed. I failed. I didn’t get him back. I had him and then he went back. I failed. I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” I screamed “how the hell did I lose him again?!” I screamed.  I felt someone grab my shoulders and my head snap up. My breathe hitched. “im sorry.” I whispered. “i tried to get him back. I did it and then... Crowley took it back. I shouldn’t be here. I should be dead and you should be with dean.” My body fell forward till my forehead Was on the floor.  “im sorry dean.” Sam hadn’t said anything and he suddenly got up and left. I don’t know how long I was there crying but I heard footsteps approaching and I didn’t move.  “y/n/n.” I shot up at his voice. And my breathe hitched. I stared confused until I got up and approached him slowly. I held my hand out and reached towards his face. And that’s when I felt my palm touch his cheek. And suddenly I fling myself around him.  “It worked!” I said as I clutched his shirt tightly. “It worked.” I repeated smiling widely.  “I didn’t think he was real.” Sam whispered. “Or legit... I locked him in the dungeon.” He looked down sheepishly.  “dont sweat it Sammy I would have to.” Dean said hugging his brother. I saw the smile on sams face and I had to put my hand over my mouth to not make noise.  “hey hey what’s wrong now.” Dean said when he let go of Sammy.  “your happy.” I said softly as I looked at Sam. The guilt that flashed on his face was instant.  “Baby-”

“It’s ok sam.” I spoke cutting him off. “I told you there nothing I wouldn’t do from you. And I told you it would all be better.” The guilt stuck to his face. “what? What’s wrong.”  “you where going to kill yourself to save dean because you didn’t think you where nessacary for my happiness in the future.” i shrugged.  “deans your brother. I’m just the girlfriend.” Sam shook his head violently.  “no no no no that’s not true. Y/n your so much more than that and I’ve been so stupid to make you think otherwise. Can you forgive me?”

I smiled softly “there’s nothing to forgive.” The smile on his face was enough. If I had to do it all again I would just for that smile. “Now get you ass over here and kiss me.” I said swiping the tears off my face. It was like the wind was knocked out of me. His hands moved to my hips pulling me to him quickly and then his lips smashed against mine. We broke away and I just hugged him enjoying the warm embrace I had missed so much.

“I missed you.” I whispered.

“I know. I’m still sorry.”

“I forgive you.” I looked up to dean who had one tear on his cheek. “Get your ass over here.” I said pulling him into our little hug.

“I love you guys.” Sam said thickly.

“We love you too.” I whispered nuzzling into the embrace of my friends- no. My family.

[50-percent-winchester-sister]

Hidden Talents

Prompt: You hid something from them for quite a while, and they want to know what it is

Dean: 28

Sam: 24

Y/N: 17

feat. Castiel whos over 3.9 Billion Years Old

Word Count: 2,862

  Art isn't something you purposely hid from your brothers...well the only reason you 'hid' your drawings and paintings are because you didn't know how they'll react.

  You three are hunters, you kill things, normality isn't 'normal' to you guys. Sam kinda forced you to go to high school and is encouraging you to finish it, and now you're in 11th grade.

  You don't bring things home in a sort of 'fear' that they'll see it. So you keep it in the art room and you draw and paint every day before and after school, since you don't have any art classes during school, you're just in the art club

  "Y/N, come on we gotta go! Hurry up or we'll leave you here" Dean yells through the bunker, you, on the other hand, are running through the halls with your duffel bag in one hand and a notebook in another. You accidentally left your notebook on the couch and you're praying to Chuck Sam or Dean didn't look in it.

  "I'm coming hold on a sec!" You yell back. You throw your notebook on your bed and close your door. You're about to go down the stairs when you go down the first two steps and whoops, you fell all the way down to the bottom.

  Sadly enough you busted your nose on the floor and there's blood and comes in Sam, who runs towards you in a slight panic. "What happened? Are you okay? Where are you bleeding?"

  You smile a little and point at your nose, "fell down the stairs" you say while getting up. Sam helps you up, picks up your bag and throws it around his arm. "Ouch, your nose looks a little bruised, isn't broken though, go clean up and hurry, you know Dean doesn't like waiting."

  You thank him for him getting your bag and you run to the bathroom, you run past Dean and he stops you by holding onto your arm. "Hey, woah hold on there, what happened?" "Fell down the stairs, no big deal," you say as you lightly yank your arm back.

   He starts laughing at you and a few seconds later he adds, "Only you can do something like that" "Dean it's very common to fall down that stairs! I'm going to clean up, wait for me in the car."

  The blood was coming faster than you thought because you were starting to become light-headed and the pressure you are putting on your face to stop the blood is the painful kind of hurting. The lightest touch on your nose makes you flinch in pain.

  'Such a baby quit that' you thought. Leaning on the bathroom sink you almost yelled Sam or Dean's name but you knew he was in the car. Your phone was in your bag that Sam took so you couldn't do anything but hurry on to the impala and suck it up.

  Still bleeding, you run towards the impala when you suddenly got light-headed again and you leaned a hand on the car to keep steady when you look up and see Dean open the car door and say, "Hey hey hey no hands on my baby, get in."

  Rolling your eyes you open up the back door and go inside. Thirty minutes into the drive to Stillwater, Minnesota, and Sam is starting to realize you haven't talked in a while. He turns around asks "Babe, you okay? You look kinda pale in the face."

  Took you a couple of seconds to respond but you squeeze out a "What? Uhh yeah yeah I'm good," you say as you look absolutely stoned, a.k.a you look like you're about to pass out.

  "Dean, she looks like she's about to die, how about we take her back to the bunker." Sam says to Dean, looking a little worried." Dean, on the other hand, is confused. "What? Sam, she looks fine, we ain't leaving her." "Dean, I bet you Chuck's soul shes going to faint while on this hunt, turn around"

  You tried to disagree but Sam kept on telling you that you need to rest up and get better. Reluctantly you gave up fighting and when you three got into the bunker, Dean helped you unpack your things when he saw the notebook on your bed. "Whats that Y/N?" You look at what Dean is pointing at and subconsciously you pick it up and look through it. "Nothing, just something for school."

  You aren't completely lying, it is for the art club, but Dean wouldn't want to know that, right? Who gives a crap about 'your' drawings. "You sure? You look a little panicked there, Y/N"

  "Guilt trip, how fun. quit interrogating me and get outta here, Leave or the case will be closed before you even get there." Dean kisses your forehead before turning to leave your room. That is until he fastly turns back around and snatches your notebook out of your hands and runs out. "Wh-DEAN WHAT THE HELL!?"

  You start chasing Dean when you get in the living room, Dean throws the notebook towards Sam and yells "SAMMY GET IN THE CAR, RUN" "FUCK SAM, STOP." Great, now you're chasing an actual giant, by the time you get even one-inch closer, Sams already in the car and he locked all four doors. "Samuel William Winchester don't you even fucking think about looking in that and if you do I swear to everything that is holy I will make sure that the next hunters' funeral will be yours." You say in the darkest undertone ever, even Sam looked surprised. "I don't even know whats going on, but if Dean wants it then-"

  "I DONT CARE WHAT DEAN WANTS, ITS MINE" You yell and halfway though you see Dean walking towards your distance. You walk and stop in front of Dean and you pull out your pocket knife, point it at his throat and say "Dean I'm only going to say this once. Give me back my notebook, now."

  "You know, baby girl, you don't scare me one bit so," proceeding to snatch your knife too and points it at your throat, "If you feel like trying to cut my neck again after we get back, I'd be happy to help out," he says with a shit-eating grin. He puts 'your' knife in 'his' pocket and gets in the driver seat. "Oh, and don't worry Y/N, we won't lose this," He says hold up practically the only thing look forward to nowadays.

  "I fucking hate you two, you know," you whisper under your breath, luckily they were too far away and in the car to hear. They turn the corner and that when you bust a hard cry. You walk back into your room and practically scream into your pillow

'fan-fucking-tastic they're gonna see my drawings'

'Some of it are drawings of them, they'll think I'm creepy as hell, like a banshee'

'I KNOW they'll tell me to stop playing with 'crayons' and focus solely on hunting'

  At this point, you're having a full-on panic attack, hyperventilating and all and you can swear your heart stopped when you heard a few light taps at your door. "Y/N, its Castiel, can I come in?" 'Oh, its Cas' you think to yourself. "Yeah, come in, it's unlocked" you sniffled afterward. "Is everything okay Y/N? I heard you crying and I came to help you" "Its cool Cas, thanks but you can't help me, it's just the boys being... boys" you sigh in defeat.

  "What did they do?"

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  Sam and Dean are about 2 hours away from Stillwater, and being almost 11:30 pm, they decided to head to a motel, but before that, they decided what was inside the precious little notebook you always have your nose in on your spare time.

  "Sammy, check it out and I'll look at it when we head to the motel," Dean tells Sam while looking at the road. "Dude she's gonna be pissed, you saw the way she was acting before we left." "That's why he 'have' to look into it, what if there's something dangerous in there?" Dean asks Sam, and Sam looking into the notebook halfway through Dean's sentence.

  "Yeah? Dangerous as in drawings? Dude, I didn't even know she can draw, let alone draw beautifully. I mean look at this Dean, it's us," Sam tells and shows Dean. Dean stops at the motel parking lot and looks at the drawing. The drawing is of Sam and Dean just last year, a replica of a picture that you took of them in their FBI suits (without them knowing of course.)

  "Holy shit, that's good, and why doesn't she want us to see this? This is really, really good I mean Sam look, I'm hot." Dean comments.

  "Because Dean, Y/N thinks you two will make her stop drawing," Castiel says, popping up at the right time, what a coincidence. "Goddammit, Cas you scared the shit out of me, don't just pop up like that without telling us first," Dean says. Both Sam and Dean jumped a little when they heard Cas's voice.

  "She thinks we'll make her stop? Why does she think that?" Sam asks Castiel with a confused look in his face. "Because Sam, she also thinks that if you found out she doesn't mostly focus on hunting, you two will be mad at her. You two need to talk to her, I tried but she doesn't want to talk back." Dean talks to Sam and then to both of them. Castiel teleports away leaving a confused Dean and a worried Sam in the car.

  "Dean?" "Not a word about this until we get back to the bunker, you hear?" Dean tells Sam. The hunt took two days, it would have taken longer but it went faster than they thought it would be, and honestly, they think its because they wanted to see you so badly. You didn't pick up any of their calls and you left both Sam and Dean on read.

  

Thursday:

Sammy Pu: Y/N? 12:00 Am

Sammy Pu: Babe? 12:15 Am

Sammy Pu: Please don't do this babe, please respond back 12:36 Am

Friday:

Sammy Pu: I love you, Y/N, well see you as fast as we can okay? 7:18 Am

Sammy Pu: I really hope you don't hate us for taking the notebook of your drawings 8:22 Am

Samy Pu: They are really good by the way, beautiful really, I'm proud of you 10:45 Am

Saturday:

Sammy Pu: Good news babe, were coming home soon 2:09 Pm

Sam knows you're ignoring him and if Dean is trying to talk to you, you're ignoring him too. They honestly didn't know how much this would upset you, if they knew, Dean wouldn't be such an idiot and take it from you.

  This time, Sam got to drive since Dean got a sprained arm from the hunt and even Dean had to tell Sam to slow down a little bit because Sam was going 20 over the speed limit.

  A few hours later, they enter Kansas and they enter the bunker. You hear the bunker door open and you know that it's them. So you run downstairs and you stop and look at them. They see you with red eyes and messed up hair, looks like you've been up for days.

  You walk up to Dean and you give him a fresh, crisp, slap on the face and you slapped him as hard as you possibly can, and he even walked back a little. And with Sam, you smacked the back of his head so damn hard your hand hurt on impact.

  "We deserve that," They both said in unison. "Damn fucking right you do, now give it back," You say with a tired and unenergetic voice. "Will do, princess," Dean says while taking your notebook out of his bag and hands it over to you, and you practically snatch it out of his hand.

  "You look tired as hell, go to sleep for a while and come talk to us whenever you wake up, okay, Y/N?" Sam tells you, "...Whatever" you respond with, going back upstairs, throwing your notebook on your desk, and throwing yourself on your bed.

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  You walk downstairs and you walk and stop at the bunker to see them talking to Castiel, and its probably about the hunt they went to. You were so pissed at them, and you think you still are, but nonetheless, they wanted to talk to you so why the hell not.

  "Morning," You say with a rough, crappy voice. "Its 5:30" Sam says with a small laugh at the end.

  "So how long was I out?" You ask and you honestly don't give a crap who answers at this point.

  "About 48 hours more or less" Dean responds. "TWO DAYS? And none of you came and woke me up? Thanks" You says throwing your hands up in the air. "You needed the sleep, and we knew you would've woken up at some point so we knew you were okay," Dean says to you.

  Castiel left a few minutes later so it was just you and your brothers, Sam and Dean. "Y/N-" "No its okay, really" You quickly responded, "No it's not, we shouldn't have taken it from you, we're sorry," Sam says.

  "They are really good by the way, all of them. Which brings me to this question, why didn't we know you were so talented until now? And why did Cas come and tell us you think we don't want you to do this?" Dean asks. "Interrogating me again?" "No, just wanting to know is all" Sam adds.

  "Well-," You started off, "It's not a big deal anyway, I mean you two already seen them," you said to Sam and Dean.

   "They're not that good anyway, its just a thing I do at school-" "Wait, you do this at school?" Sam asks. "Well, I don't have art classes if that's what you mean" you respond with. "I'm just in the art club."

  "Since when?" Dean asks confusingly, no surprise, you never told them about anything. "Since the middle-ish of 9th grade," you said. "3 years?" They said in unison. "Yeah?" you said, is that a long time?

  "How did we not know this until now?" Dean says quietly, questioning himself. "This isn't even a big deal guys, its 'just' art, yall are acting like its the end of the world," You say sarcastically. "I mean come on, it's not like you guys kept secretes from me" You add on.

  "We are not acting like that-" Sam says, "You just never used to keep things from us, especially for this long." You have a face of surprise, you didn't expect that from him.

  "I'm 17 guys, I'm not as talkative as I used to be, girls gotta keep her secretes," You say and after you sigh in defeat. "We know, but you're our girl, our sister," Dean says, "We miss hanging out with you, Y/N."

  "I've always been here, I'm 17, but I'm not leaving any time soon, I don't think moving out is on my to-do list right now," You said with a small smile.

  "Good, and we don't want you to move out," Sam says with a smile. "And we would love to see more of your drawings if you're comfortable with that, Y/N," Dean says. "Y-you guys want to see more?" you ask with a shocked look. "Yeah if that's cool with you," Dean says. "So... you guys don't care if I keep on doing this?" You ask with a hint of worryness in your voice.

  "Of course we do, you're freaking amazing," Sam says, "Hell, you should do that as a freaking job, you can get gold from your art" 'Wait, what?' you thought, "What? N-no I'm not even that good honestly, they're just doodles I draw when I'm bored, trust me" You respond to Sam with. "That is not even remotely true, Y/N. Anyways this can be a good profession to branch out of-" Dean was saying before you cut him off. "No, I still want to hunt, and I still want to hunt with you guys, as I said, they're just doodles"

  A small sigh comes out of the both of them, most likely a sigh of annoyance or irritation. "If you really don't think you're that good, then keep on drawing until you get there," Dean says, and Sam adds on with "Keep on doing what you love to do, even if you don't think you're that good at it because the people that cant do what you can think you're exceedingly great at it. We do, we think you're damn amazing at it and we'd love to see more of your art."

  To say you're shocked is an understatement, you honestly didn't expect to hear any of that from Sam or Dean. The two who started and ended the apocalypse. The two who started and ended Amara, the Darkness. The two who practically raised you your whole life.

  "Guys..." You couldn't even finish your sentence because you were starting to bawl.

  "Thank you"

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Only at Night

Summery- Dean and You hook up at night, you deal with memories of a case. NSFW. Written for @deanwanddamons 500 follower challenge. Congrats! Prompt is in bold italiacs

Word Count- 1858

Y/N, why didnt you do more? 

Please, help us.... 

 Im scared....

why!?

Y?N!!!!

You shoot up in bed suddenly, gasping as your eyes look wildly around the room and you could feel a shift next to you as Dean rolled over from one side to another, his arm moving from under the pillow he was using and leaned on his elbow, green eyes sharp between sleepy half closed lids. “Again?” he grunted slightly as he moved to half sit up, his hand reaching to cup your face and turn you to look at him. Your heart was still hammering in your chest, and you gave a slight nod to him. “Son of a bitch.... “ He muttered while he moved to sit up and wrap an arm around you, pulling you in close. You rubbed your face in against his shoulder and chuckled. This might be a friends with benefits situation you two shared, but it was simply ingrained in the man to take care of you. 

“I hear the voices when I’m dreaming, I can hear them say my name.” You sigh softly, confessing against the column of his neck. If anyone understood how a job could stay with you, it was Dean. He hummed softly in agreement, his hand soothing up and down your back, and already you could feel the remnants of tension ebbing away under his hand. “Been fucken two years, and still... “ You drift off and pull back enough to look at him, smiling. “Cant win them all, right?” He shrugged at his, shaking his head. “No sweetheart we cant, but fuck if we dont try, do you want to tell me about it?” He tipped his head to look down, shifting his hand from your back to brush the hair from your face so he could see you. 

He asked you this every time, and you could feel your throat close when you would normally share them. One of these days maybe, but not this time, just like the last time you two had met up in a no name motel on the cheaper side of town. Instead you would use him other ways, twisting further to face him, you press your lips against his neck, right at that spot you know he liked, rewarded when you heard him take a sharp breath, your hands smoothing against the spanse of his chest. No, you didnt want to talk about it, you wanted to fuck it out for now. 

Of course Dean was willing to give that as well, his hands sweeping along your arms and cupping your face to drag your face up to his, teasing your lips with nipping kisses to open for for him, and at first you resist but his fingers trail down to the back of your neck and tip your head just right, and there it is. Taking over, his tongue sweeps past lips and teeth to swipe around your own, pulling you further into it, and fuck... he can kiss. Your head is swarming with the heady taste of liqor and man, one youve come to associate with him. Your hands they slide into his hair and fist into it, arching your body into his chest. 

Rubbing yourself against him, purring right into the kiss, his hand grasped the globes of your ass and just palmed them, fingers digging in while he pushed you into straddle his lap, moving from kissing your lips to ghost nips down your neck, tracing the line of your collarbone down, catching spots that made you breath in raspy, your breasts jutting forward when you tip your head back, hands guiding his head where you want those soft bites and laps of the tip of his tongue. A fogging of your mind, wasnt there something you were upset about? 

And right there he did it again, his lips sucking on a nipple and the sharpness of his teeth rolling the tip enough to pinch, tug and arouse. Soft moans escaped from you as he pulled away, turning to the other and kissing around your chest, but never hitting that spot not yet. “Dean.... “ you ground out, knowing he was teasing on purpose when you glance down, the pupils of his eyes blown, but those slits of green... Oh yes, you could see the amusement of your dilemma all right there, the way they sparked and his brows arched, a smile playing on his lips now that you were focusing on him, he to drew that nipple in and you arched at the jolt of his hot mouth just teasing you, grinding your hips so your pussy ground into his thigh. “Had to make sure you were paying attention Baby.” He mummered just before his tongue swiped through the valley between your breasts. 

“You have my full attention Dean.” You chuckled, rotating your hips to feel that rush of arousal glide you against him smoother, needy for him. Your slide your hands from his hair against his chest and push back enough for him to lean back, dipping your head to kiss on his chest, looking up at him from hooded eyes. “And I can feel I have yours to.” Arching your ass back, his erection pressing against your ass. 

“There would be something wrong if I wasnt at attention right now.” He joked, his hand dipping in your thighs to touch you, fingers sliding between slick folds and brush along that bundle of nerves that illicit ripples to course through your body. As good as he was with his mouth, he was with his hands, and soon he was having you ride his fingers, your channel fluttering around him and your hips circling, speeding up the more, encouraging you to get there. “So fucking beautiful riding my hand, I cant wait to see you on my cock.” 

Twisting his fingers to brush the tips along that sweet spot, you dig your nails into his biceps, speeding yourself up, your lips falling open into that sweet “o”, you were so close... so close and a rush snapped you, shaking arms held yourself up, as you rode started to slow down, panting slightly. His hand withdrew, and he smirked at just how wet you were from it, coating him, he sucked his fingers clean and moaned himself. “and just as good as always.” Tapping your thigh to lift slightly, he grasped his erection and slid it between your folds, teasing your entrance, his cocks head thicker then his fingers and you know it was burn and stretch you in the most satisfied way.

"Dean..." You whimper, almost with impatience and definitely with need, you just want to sink down. Licking your lips, you lean forward and suck on his earlobe, your his good girl, you promised in your kisses and soft whimpers. When he rewarded you, thrusting himself in slowly, you gasp and pull back to glide him in, deep and full, your channel clenching and stretching to adjust. That.... That was exactly what you needed. "Fuck baby, your so god damn tight" he grounded out from gritted teeth.

Oh you knew, your channel gripping and flexing around him, even the drag of his cock going deeper made you moan out. And this was just what you needed to forget that one fucken case that followed you around. A roll of your hips just changed his angle.”I know, now fuck me like this is the last time.” You ground out and his hands dig into your ass cheeks, spreading them as he jerked you and and back down to meet his thrusts, you arching your body above him and rotating yourself back and forth while he dragged you along his cock. Fuck yes, you moan under your breath, bouncing harder and harder, the coil of heat pulsing through you like a start of a lit match to gasoline, small but intense. It settled in your stomach, tightening the muscles there. 

Falling forward once more, your fingers scrapping down his chest, leaving what you will call in the morning love marks, you can feel him underneath your hands responding in the same way, and his head lifted to catch your mouth, your lips tangling together heatedly, fisting a hand in the spiky hair of his, gasping into the kiss, Fuck, he knew how to hit the spot. Panting as his tongue lashed along your neck, and down to bite the top of one of your bouncing breasts. So fucken close, you grasp one of his hands on your hip and make it dip between you, right above where your full of him. Ahhh, yes... Dean got the hint, twisting and slicking his fingers, circling your nerves. 

Fuck fuck fuck, your head drops, screaming out his name as you slam yourself back hard, sure to hit your g-spot, flood yourself around him and get lost in the wave after wave of bliss blanking your ever fucking loving mind, your body sliding down to lean on him as he chased his own ending, His bite on your shoulder stings as a series of curses fall from him, one, two, three thrusts and he slows down, panting as his head falls back into the pillows, the blankets a tangle half hanging off the bed, your bodies sweaty sex satisfied. 

You were content just to lay there, but you knew he would need to dispose of the condom, clean up a bit, so you slid off his chest, onto your back, your arm raised above your head, and catching your breath, staring up at the ceiling. He moved to lean over you, kissing your lips that were still swollen from the last kiss before going to the bathroom to clean up. You wiggled enough to reach the blankets and fixed them when he came back out of the bathroom, smirking. “Ready for another round Sweet Cheeks?” 

Laughing hard, you put on your best ‘come on over baby’ look and crook a finger at him “Bring it hot stuff....”

Next morning you two arrive at a diner, taking a booth and ordering coffee, Dean got the full breakfast, extra bacon on the side, you settle for a short stack, picking at the sugar and pouring a touch in your coffee. “Sam meeting you up here?” 

“Yea, he should be here any minute, where you heading to after breakfast?” Dean asked, leaning back in the booth, and watching you. You shrug and shake your head. “I guarantee you the opposite of you Winchester.” The night of intimacy was over, back in the day it was all friendship and business. 

“Oh come on, I let you piggy back on one of our cases. I bet you can teach Sammy a thing or two.” You smirk at this

“Probably teach you a thing or two Dean.” Your phone dings, and you look at the article. “Well looks like Im headed for Vegas Baby.... And no, you cant come along on this one. I called. it.”

Like you said, intimacy is only for in the dark, when you have no other choice cause the voices say your name in your dreams

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Supernatural/avengers Pt.5

Supernatural/avengers pt.5

Supernatural/avengers: part 5 of 5 

Part 1 

part 2 

part 3 

part 4 

(Y/n) had the best sleep ever. She did worry about monsters killing her and her family in the middle of the night. Nor did she worry about Hydra coming to take her away. She was slowly waking up when she felt something moving her hair.

Opening her (y/e/c) eyes she was met with Lokis green/blue ones. He smiled as he leaned forwards to place a soft kiss on her lips. Placing a soft peck on her lips he pulled away as a the two heard multiple footsteps coming into the living room/kitchen.  

"Good morning you two." Steve said as he, and the winchesters came into the living room. Y/n chuckled as she seen the bed head Sam had. Loki had a smile on his face until the oldest winchester spoke up.

"So I found a case back towards home. Demons I think; so I figured we'd leave today since we finished the case." Dean explained as Steve fixed a pot of coffee and Sam sat on a couch next to the couch where Y/n and Loki were laying.

"We're leaving today?!" Y/n exclaimed; sitting up really quickly.

Dean looked at her confused as he started to speak. "Yeah, I mean we only came to do the job. Its like every other hunt we go on."

Loki felt her body tense as she stared at the older winchester. Sam could tell she was tense. Dean looked at Y/n confused and then to Sam who gave him his famous bitch face. A face that pretty much said, 'you should understand whats going on.' "Do you have all your stuff ready?" Dean asked as he took a sip of his hot black coffee that Steve had just handed him.

"No, i dont." Y/n answered as she frowned, slowly getting up from her spot on the couch.

Deans green eyes meet her (eye color) eyes. He seen the emotion behind them and spoke softly.

“Look, I know you love staying here with all your friends. But we have a job to do. I understand if you want to stay, but me and Sammy. We have to go. Hunting is our life.”

Y/n nodded as she looked at Dean. Loki got up from the leather couch walking with y/n. The two walked hand in hand to the elevator to go to Y/ns room. He could tell there was something wrong, but he wouldn't push her to talk about it. As they approched her room loki took his hand out of her and cupped her cheeks looking into her eyes.

"Are you okay, my queen?" She shook her head slowly. She wasn't okay she didnt really want to leave. She loved hunting with Sam and Dean, but she also loved being an avenger and being with Loki.

"I just. I don't know what to do." She took a deep breath as Loki took his hands from her face to open her bedroom door. They walked in and they both sat on the edge of the bed. Loki stayed quiet allowing Y/n to speak freely.

"When the guys and I came here, i thought that I would want to leave when it was time. I didn't think that you would want me. I thought when i left that it was the last time I would see everyone." She slowly started to explain. "I don't really want to leave. I love being here with the avengers. I love being with you! But i also love hunting with Sam and Dean." Loki wiped the tears from her beautiful Y/s/t face. Looking into her Y/e/c eyes he gave her a soft kiss on her lips.

"No matter what you choose, I promise you, my queen. I will always support you and your desision." He promised. "Why do you have to be so amazing?" Her voice was muffled as she had her head pressed into loki's shirt. Loki was going to give a smart reply, but didn't when she started to talk again. "I love hunting, but i love you more. I just don't know what to deside." "Well, my love. What ever you choose, I'm sure everyone will understand." Y/n looked into his green/blue eyes with a soft smile on her face. "I love you." She spoke the three words that made his heart beat harshly in his chest. She leaned forwards bringing their lips together. Loki kissed her back as soon as she brought her lips to his.

After a few minutes of a heated kiss a knock was heard at the door. Y/n pulled away, but loki wasn't quite done. He continued, kissing down her neck leaving soft kisses, love bites and hickeys. "Loki, there's someone at the door." She moaned as he sucked on her spot on her neck. "They will leave eventually." He mummbled against her neck, bringing cold chills down her spine. The knocks continued louder this time. "Fine." Loki said letting Y/n get up from off the bed. Loki rolled off of her and stood up. He walked to the door as Y/n made herself look presentable.

"Sam, what's up?" Y/n said as she stood beside loki. "I was just making sure you were okay. You seemed upset about leaving." He explained himself. Y/n nodded looking at Sam with a soft smile. "Yeah, I'm okay. I have something I want to talk to everyone about. Can you tell everyone to meet me in the common room in 20 minutes?" Y/n asked her bestfriend. Sam nodded as he leaned in to give her a hug. He kiss the top of her head (IN A FRIENDLY/BROTHERLY WAY). 

"We're always here for you, you know that right?" He said softly as he looked down at her. (If you don't watch supernatural, you probably don't know this but he is for real 6'4). She nodded as she pulled away. Loki wrapped a protective arm around her give Sam a glare that said not to mess with his queen.

Sam got everyone together in the common room while Y/n got a shower and dressed. She had something important to say to the avengers and the Winchester brothers. 

(Ending 1)          (ending 2) 

Choosing to continue hunting:

Everyone grouped up in the common room. Each avenger/hunter wondering what it is that (Y/n) had called a meeting for. Y/n and Loki exited out the elevator; Y/n seemed nervous as Loki was holding her hand. His thumb trying to help her anxiety.

“Hey guys.” Y/n greeted them with a soft smile. She stood in front of them as Loki went to sit beside his brother on the leather couch.

“So what’s going on?” Natasha asked looking at her younger sister. Everyone looked at Y/n waiting for her to answer the question black widow had given her.

“Yeah, so you know how I’ve been having a bit of trouble about leaving? Dean you gave me the choice of staying here and being an avenger or leaving and continue hunting.” Y/n started.

She was so nervous she wasn’t sure if she was going to be able to get the words out.

“I’ve decided that I’m going to keep hunting. When I was an avenger I could’ve brought hydra straight to you guys. And that’s not what I want. They still don’t know I’m alive. Plus hunting as been the best for me! I love doing it! I love saving people and being with you guys.” She said looking at Sam and Dean with a smile.

“What about you and Loki?” Thor questioned as he looked at his brothers lover.

Loki smiles softly as he goes to answer his brothers question.

“We will continue to be together. Whenever she had time to visit she will. Whenever I Choose to I can. As long as my Powers allow me to. Plus with modern technology we can communicate.”

Thor nodded satisfied by the answer. “This won’t be the last time you guys see me. It never is.” Y/n smiled looking at the group of the people she loves to call her family.

“We know it’s not. You just better be careful.” Steve said as he stood up. He walked over to the (y/e/c) eye woman. Giving her a friendly hug. “We are going to miss you. So you’re gonna have to text us every so often, so we’ll know your okay.” Bucky said as he stood beside Steve waiting to give Y/n a hug himself.

“Group hug!” Wanda called out as she stood up. Skipping happily as she gave Y/n a tight hug. Everyone piled into the hug. Even Sam and Dean.

“I’m gonna miss this though.” Y/n said softly. Everyone chuckled as they hugged.

-choosing to stay with Loki and the avengers. Instead of leaving with Sam and Dean.

Everyone grouped up in the common room. Each avenger/hunter wondering what it is that (Y/n) had called a meeting for. Y/n and Loki exited out the elevator; Y/n seemed nervous as Loki was holding her hand. His thumb trying to help her anxiety.

“Hey guys.” Y/n greeted them with a soft smile. She stood in front of them as Loki went to sit beside his brother on the leather couch.

“So what’s going on?” Natasha asked looking at her younger sister. Everyone looked at Y/n waiting for her to answer the question black widow had given her.

“Yeah, so you know how I’ve been having a bit of trouble about leaving? Dean you gave me the choice of staying here and being an avenger or leaving and continue hunting.” Y/n started nervously.

She was so nervous she wasn’t sure if she was going to be able to get the words out. She was scared as to what was going to follow after she said what she was going to do.

“I’ve decided that I’m going to stay here and do the little bit of extra training to be an avenger. I loved hunting, I did truly. But I really never was the best. I couldve messed up and hurt you guys. Or I could’ve brought Hydra straight to you guys.” She looked at the Winchester brothers while talking.

“Just because I’m done hunting for right now. Doesn’t mean I can’t come help you guys when you guys need help. Hell I’ll do anything for anyone in this room. I love all of you. But that’s my choice.”

Dean was the first to do something. He stood up and walked over to her. He whispered something in her hear as he gave her a tight hug. Sam then walked over to them and gave Y/n a hug after dean had finished hugging her tightly.

“You’ve always been a sister to me, and hell of a hunter. You just never give yourself enough credit.” Sam whispered softly.

“If you need anything call. Well come straight here or where ever you are.” Y/n chuckled nodding her head as tears started to form in her beautiful y/e/c eyes.

Sam pulled away wiping the tears from her beautiful face. Kissing the top of her head before backing away.

“Family, always and forever.” Dean said looking at her with a smirk. “Always and forever.” She said quoting their favorite show they binged watched together.

-hope you guys enjoyed that. Request open