#Sam winchetser x reader

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Wendigo

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WHUMPTOBER DAY TWELVE : Prompt: Starvation/underground caverns

MASTERLIST WHUMPTOBER 2024

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The leaves crunched softly beneath your feet as you trudged through the woods, trailing behind Sam and Dean who, with their longer legs, were a few paces ahead of you. The sun was beginning to set which gave the fallen leaves this golden hue. But it also made a feeling of uncertainty settle into the pit of your stomach. Nights were unpredictable. Every hunter knew that. The darkness brought a new sense of uncertainty and unpredictability that made you anxious. You picked up the pace a little, trying to keep up with your brothers. 

The three of you were currently tracking a Wendigo. Or what you thought was a wendigo. You weren’t really sure until you saw the distinctive claw marks snaking up the side of the trees in the forest. Knowing what you were hunting made your job significantly easier; you knew now that you were looking for somewhere underground. Somewhere where a wendigo would take its prey. The problem now was actually finding it. The area you were searching wasn’t exactly small. 

You were about an hour into the search when you heard the snap of a twig nearby. You froze, your body instantly perking up as your head whipped around, trying to find the sound. Sam and Dean carried on, clearly oblivious to the noise you had heard. You were about to open your mouth to tell them to stop, but suddenly a large hand gripped your ankle and your face met the floor. You didn’t even have time to scream before everything went black. 

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When you awoke you were suspended. Swinging in the air by your wrists. And that was about all that you could make out. Wherever you were was dark; you were clearly underground and you could only figure that out from the sliver of light that trickled from a crack in the roof above which illuminated the rock in front of you. You struggled, trying to free yourself from the rope around your skin but your effort was in vain. You must have been hanging for some time because your arms were in a lot of pain. But besides the strain on your shoulders you were physically unharmed. Unharmed. But not for long. The putrid scent of blood was in the air. The wendigo had not long fed, it seemed. Which meant it would only be a matter of days before the creature next fed. You would just have to pray that your brothers would find you before then. 

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Three days. 

It had been three days since you last saw your brothers, judging by the amount of times that the crack in the ceiling has gone dark before reappearing. three days and you don’t think you have ever been hungrier in your entire life. Your shoulders were in agony by now, but that was completely undermined by the stabbing pains in your stomach. It had been far too long since you had last eaten and it was beginning to take its toll on your body. Not only were you in pain, but you were also extremely sluggish and weak. You barely had the strength to keep your head up for longer than a few seconds and you were beginning to forget things. Slowly, you were losing hope. And you could imagine that your brothers were ripping their hair out over this. 

But not for much longer, it seemed. You heard the commotion before you saw them. You felt the hot, burning heat of the flames as they torched the wendigo. And then you felt a hand on your face, lifting up your chin to look at them. It was Dean’s face that swam before you. Dean’s face that was twisted into a frown at how gaunt and skinny you looked, even in the short amount of time that you had been without food. And then his arms were around you, supporting you as your wrists were lowered from the ceiling. He cradled you in his arms as he carried you. You were sure he was talking to you too, but you couldn’t make out any words. And then there was light. Bright and blinding as the sun assaulted your eyes. You squeezed them shut and you felt a gentle hand brush against your forehead to shield your eyes. And then you passed out again.

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When you woke again both of your brothers were by your side. 

“Oh thank god you’re awake.” Dean fussed the minute he saw your eyes open. 

Your stomach growled and you let out a small noise of discomfort. 

“Easy,” Sam said, helping you sit up. “You must be starving, sweetheart.” 

Dean moved to grab you a protein bar. “Here. Start small and we’ll get you something bigger to eat soon. We don’t want to overwhelm your system.”

You peeled the bar, taking a bite and it was the most heavenly thing you could have asked for. “Thank you….”

Dean smiled sadly. “It’s alright kiddo. We’re just sorry we didn’t get to you sooner.”

“Very sorry. But its okay…..we’re gonna look after you and make sure you’re right as rain.”

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Imagine...Hiking With Sam

Pairing: Sam x reader

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“All set?” asked Sam, finishing tying up his laces in the parking lot.

“Mhm,” you said, fixing the strap on your backpack. Sam hummed as he popped up and grabbed your hand, the two of you heading off on the long hiking trail. It was quiet for ten or so minutes as you got further into the forest, Sam walking silently besides you.

“Hey. You wanna go explore off the trail?” he asked.

“Looking at you breaking the rules,” you teased, wandering with him off into the forest, the sound of water coming through the trees. You walked into an opening, a peaceful river flowing by, turned leaves all around you. “Wow. This is gorgeous Sam.”

“I know,” he said, dropping your hand. 

“Hey, we should go…” you trailed off, spotting Sam down on his knee. “What…”

“My shoelace is untied,” he said with a smirk.

“You’re ridiculous,” you said, turning back to look at the river.

“Y/N,” he said. You looked back, Sam smiling up at you. “Would you-“

“Hey! This area’s off limits!” you heard shouted from across the river.

“Dude!” called Sam.

“He’s proposing!” you said, waving your hands down.

“Well...congratulations and get back on the trail when you’re finished!” shouted back the park ranger before he took off.

“Wow. Nice cover. I was fixing my shoe after all,” smiled Sam.

“Sammy…” 

“Would you marry me?” he asked.

“Yes, I will,” you said, Sam getting to his feet and picking you up, giving you a kiss. “Love you.”

“Love you too, cuddle bug.”

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[caplanbuckybarnes]

I have a fic title for you!

“Where did the sun go?”

Title: Where Did the Sun Go?

Who I would write this for? Sam Winchester, definitely.

Synopsis: the pair of you met at work one day. He was a customer looking for a gift for his brother and their adopted nephew, Jack. He didn't know exactly what to get for them, so he sought out your help. You spent over an hour with Sam. One conversation led to another. Soon, he was asking you if you were single, thankfully, you were. You didn't know if you would have the heart to reject him if you weren't.

One date became two, then three, and so on and so on. When he wasn't working with his brother, Dean and Castiel, or helping his nephew Jack with schoolwork, the pair of you were inseparable.

It was on a random Tuesday that he confessed his love to you for the first time.

You were of course, elated to hear the news. So you said it back to him in earnest. You'd never felt this way about anyone in your life.

One day, the brothers went out on a 'camping trip' they called it. Sam came back badly injured. Castiel had tried everything to heal him. Dean had called all of his friends to help heal his younger brother.

But nothing worked. Slowly, you could see the light fade away from Sam's smile. He was dying any you knew that, thoguh you didn't want to admit it. He was your life, the light above Darkness.

Until he wasn't/

[angelaofwhite800]

Supernatural x sister!reader (Bring it) Chapter 13: Bloody secrets (Pt. 2)

Word count: 2,176

Toledo Ohio

Minutes passed... As Y/n started into her reflection, her mirror from unchanging, no sign of Marry to be found, she wondered "Is this it? Am I going to fail to save Charlie? Just like I failed to save Jess?" She thought about her life as a hunter. About all the good she had done for people, all the not so good. And everything up until now seemed to fade into a dull and sickening gray. Like, if she was able to do at least this... If letting Jess die like that couldn't even help her save Charlie, then what was any of it worth? Why did any of it happen if it couldn't be used to help some? Frustration built inside her like a disease. It filled every corner, every crevice of her being until it started to seep out of her body in the form of warm salty tears. Her breathing became quick and shallow and her body language, once firm and ready, was now slumped and desperate. Dean took notice, and pity for his sister was all he could think about, though his expression remained blank

He didn't think Mary was coming either. And although he did feel bad for his sister's seemingly failed attempt, he couldn't help but rejoice in the thought that she was not going to be the object of an angry spirit's wrath. But even so, he let Y/n wait for Mary to appear. After 5 more minutes that felt as if they had been stretched out into an eternity, the approaching rumble of and engine, the squeak of car breaks, and the glowing beam of headlights shining in through the front window of the antique shop pulled the attention of the older two Winchetsers from the mirror and their sister, to who ever had just approached the building. Dean put his hand on Y/n's shoulder.

"C'mon kiddo. We gotta go" Y/n Shrugged his hand off and kept her gaze fixed forward, her baseball bat still prepared to swing at the first sign of foreign movement. Dean put his hand back on her shoulder "Y/n, come one-" But he was once again shrugged off by his sister. He knew he had to put a stop to this. That whatever was eating her up needed to end, now. He grabbed her by both of her shoulders and forcefully turned her towards him "Y/n!-" He tried to reason with her. Mary wasn't coming. He knew it, Sam knew it, and So did Y/n. But she wasn't finished

"No!" She shouted at Dean, struggling against his grip, trying to turn back towards the mirror. But Dean wouldn't let her

"Y/n! Hey! Look at me! We have to go..." The struggle stopped. "This has to stop..." His eyes drifted away from her brothers but he repeated to her "Look at me" Her eyes fixed on Deans and she listened to him as he spoke carefully "This has to stop. Whatever has been going on... It's over... tonight... Okay?" Y/n didn't speak. She only looked at her brother as tears trickled down her cheeks. In one final attempt she pulled herself away from Dean's protective grasp and turned back towards the mirror, readying herself once again. Dean sighed, looking at Sam who's face held sadness so heavily it was almost concerning. He knew what it was to hold guilt. He knew what it was to have secrets. He knew. Which was partly what was killing him so badly. He didn't blame himself the way that Y/n did, for the secrets he kept. But he knew what it was to have secrets. Dean gestured towards the door to Sam "We'll buy you some time" He said, as the two of them turned to leave, exchanging a concerned look between the two of them. Not concerned for Y/n's safety. At this point they were confident that all was well in that perspective. But worried for her nonetheless

Y/n heard her brother's exit the store. She heard the door open and close moments later, and she could hear the muffled conversation they were having with those who had just arrived. But her gaze remained fixed forward. Her focus just as strong as ever, however blurred by tears her vision had become. As she looked forward at the reflection of her face, she could see the sneer of a cold smirk appear on her mirror's image, though her expression was one of confusion. As though a weight had been placed on her chest, she found it suddenly impossible to breath, to scream, to move air whatsoever. She clutched her chest, dropping her baseball bat to the ground unintentionally. Her focus being drawn entirely to trying to take a breath, she didn't even notice the searing pain she felt in her eyes, as if someone was cutting them out of her head at that moment. Nor did she notice the blood dripping down her face that came from her eye sockets. It was only when her reflection spoke did she really understand that this was an attack from the very ghost they had been hunting. That while she was sitting, waiting anxiously for Mary to appear, she was lying in wait. This predator watched and waited until the moment she was alone and vulnerable to strike

"You are the reason she is dead..." A voice rang out from Y/n reflection, similar to her own but broken and twisted. "You saw what was going to happen long before it did..." Y/n crumpled to the floor, still clutching her chest trying to breath. She began to see tiny flashing lights and colors staring to dance around the room, as the edges of her vision started to shrink inwards as he eyelids felt heavier and heavier "Why didn't you warn her? Why didn't you warn Sam? You killed her! YOu let her DIE!" As Y/n lay on the floor, hardly able to hear to scolding of the ghost anymore, she reached out towards her bat desperately, in a final attempt to save herself. But it was futile. She could hardly move. She could hardly do anything. The light was just about to fade out when Dean and Sam rushed back into the room in time to see Their sister, on the brink of death, laying on the floor. Dean rushed over, and with a swing of his bat shattered the mirror into tiny pieces

The weight lifted from Y/n's chest, no longer constricting her breath. The pain in her eyes faded as the steady trickle of blood stopped. She rolled over onto her back, gasping for air, trying to get a grip on the fact that though she came inches from death, she was in fact alive. Sam and Dean were quick to kneel next to their sister, trying to make sure she was okay. Helping her sit up, as she tried to regain her composure, Sam asked

"What the hell happened? Are you okay?" Before she even had a chance to answer Dean pulled her into a near bone crushing hug and let out a shaky breath as a few tears trickled their way down his cheeks. Y/n Looked up at him, and raising her eyebrow she teased him

"Are you crying?" Dean grabbed the back of her head and turned it away while still not letting up on the hug, saying

"Shut up" Sam and Y/n chuckled a little and the three of them got up to leave. As Y/n got to her feet and turned away from the mirror to leave the store, thinking all was well, the air around her turned suddenly cold and suffocating. The weight that had been crushing her chest before had suddenly retaken its place in stopping her from breathing. Having been left weak from the last attack, it took only moments of not being able to breath and experiencing the same pain for her to loose consciousness and pass out

Sam and Dean felt the weight too. The feeling of suffocating, the excruciating pain in their eyes. The slow menacing trickle of blood. They felt what Y/n felt. It was so intense and so sudden that they hadn't yet even noticed their sister's crumpled unconscious form on the ground. They started to sink to the floor too, turning around to see the form of a young girl standing facing them. She was disheveled, long black hair hanging covering her face. As they tried to crawl away from her, Dean grabbed a nearby mirror, holding it up and aiming it at Mary. The ghostly girl suddenly stopped. Staring into her reflection, seemingly stunned. Just as soon as she had come she had also gone, seemingly melting into the ground with a loud screeching scream. Dean, taking his opportunity as he was then finally able to breathe again, tossed the mirror onto the ground, shattering it into millions of tiny shards. Sam rushed to Y/n's side and immediately checked her pulse. Feeling her heart still beating his nerves were calmed knowing that while she wasn't conscious, she was alive. He looked at Dean, who was standing just next to his younger sibling, looking at them worried. Sam nodded slightly to dean, letting him know that she was okay, and Dean was finally able to let out the breath that he hadn't realized he was holding in Dean bent down and scooped up Y/n, hugging her close as he cradled her in his arms, whispering "You are never going to be bait again". Of course he knew she couldn't hear him, but it didn't matter to him. The promise was still real. As long as Dean Winchester was alive he was never going to allow her to put herself in danger like that again

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The rumble of the impala and the sound of Sam and Dean's conversation were the first things that Y/n perceived as she started to fade back into consciousness. Though she wasn't paying attention to the words that they were saying she could hear them, and was almost following their voices to bring her back into being awake. She could smell the familiar scent of the leather seats in the impala, as well as Sam's body spray. As her eyes slowly opened she was looking up at the roof of the car, and as she became more aware of her surroundings, she felt the heaviness of Dean's leather jacket that he had draped over her like a blanket to keep her comfortable. She slowly sat up in her seat, groaning as the sensation returned to her entire body and she was suddenly aware of how sore her entire body, especially her eyes nd her chest, were. Dean and Sam's conversation came to an abrupt halt when they noticed her awake. Sam turned around to face her

"Hey, take it easy Y/n" Sam said to her softly "How are you feeling? Are you alright?" Y/n held her head in her hands as she squeezed her eyes shut trying to make everything stop spinning. It's felt like Y/n was battling the worst hang over in human history

"I'm fine, just a little dizzy is all" Sam nodded as he reached into the small drink cooler they had stashed on the floor in the back seat and pulled out a bottle of water, handing it to her

"Here, drink" But Y/n shook her head a little and gently pushed the drink away. Same gave her a look as if to communicate that he wasn't really asking her. Y/n just rolled her eyes and took the water bottle, starting to sip it. She did start to feel better pretty quickly after hydrating. Sam faced back forwards and Dean and him shared a look of contemplation. They were deciding whether to ask Y/n about her secret now or save it for later, that having been the topic of their conversation before Y/n had woken up. After a few moments of silence, Dean cleared his throat and said

"So, Y/n-" But before he could get another word out she just said

"I know. But can we talk about this later?" Dean and Sam looked at each other. Sam shrugged and Dean let out a small sigh, replying

"Yea, sure thing Kiddo" Y/n smiled and then simply laid back down and closed her eyes going back to sleep. But even after she was once again sleeping, the tension in the car was still evident

"You think she's actually gonna tell us?" Sam asked. They both kept their eyes fixed on the road. Dean Thought for a moment before saying

"She kind of has to at this point"

To Be Continued...

A/N: Hey guys! Thank you all so so much for all the sweet messages and for being so patient with this chapter coming out. I'm trying to get back into the swing of writing and everything, so I'm sorry if the quality of the chapter is not as high as they usually are. I might come back and rewrite some of it later, but until then, I hope you guys enjoyed it! <3

[writersblockedx]

Places We Shouldn’t Go

Requested: ‘Hi if you’re still taking requests can you do one for Supernatural. Sam x reader x Dean. Where they comfort the reader after having anxiety from being around loud/drunk people, due to bad experiences of being around drunk people as a kid. If not that’s okay :).’  - Anonymous

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader Summary - When Y/n suffers a panic attack at a crowded bar, the brothers do all they can to help calm her. Warnings - Panic attacks, mentions of alchol abuse Words - 1K

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Y/n should have known it was a bad idea to join them - but she didn't want to miss out. She didn't want the memeories that plagued her mind to keep her from enjoying what should have been a nice night with her friends. But as she stood there in the midst of slurred words and lowered ambitions, she was beginning to feel her chest inflate.

Both brothers had had their shared amount of alchol that night, but not to the extent where they were jumling their speech or wobbling as they walked. The boys were aware of Y/n's distaste to places like these - events, buildings, even just a certain time that attracted the intoxicated. In the beginning, they were ever so eager to bring the girl out with them to whatever bar or club they were going to. It was rare for Sam to come, but as they soon came to know, even rarer for Y/n to join. It led to a certain explaintion of her's, stringing together the rather troubled background of her younger years, suffocated by those who were pulled to pick up a bottle every night; they never pushed her to join them after that.

It led to a great surprise when Y/n said she'd like to come. It had been a tricky case they had finally just finished and a quiet town, which meant quiet bar (so she thought at the time, anyway). Both Sam and Dean were on alert all night; They easily picked up on and Y/n's discomfort as it began to arise. At first it was the twitching of her leg, then the way her eyes darted from drunk to drunk, followed by her constant fidgeting. When it didn't begin to ease, Dean made his move.

Sam was mingling with a few people at the bar, devoured by conversation, leaving her and Dean to linger at the other end of the sticky bar. His hand brushed against her back as to drag her gaze from the many drunks. "You alright?" He questioned and when she nodded, lips sealed shut, he continued. "We can leave if you want."

She flashed a smile that the older Winchester knew was forced. "I can hang on a little longer. You and Sam deserve a drink." She assured but Dean's concern still loomed over him.

"Just let me know." He told her before Sammy returned and the brothers got wrapped up in a conversastion of their own.

It was then, as her mind wondered and her eyes found themselves captured by the several people and serveral drinks, the pressure on her chest became heavier. It felt as if, with every breath of her's, there was hand pushing down on her ribs. Her skin was shaking, her body twitching and her breaths swept into pants. As if in a flash, she came to realise, she couldn't be here anymore.

Without speaking a word to either brother, she slipped from the bar stool and made a B-line for the exit, weaving in and around the crowds. It felt as if all her thoughts were pooling out and she couldn't keep it together. Leading her to, as she finally escaped the bar, take in one deep inhale of the fresh air. Not the stuffy, beer-smelling air she'd gotten used to in the last few years, but proper fresh air.

Though, even away from that enviroment, her heart still pounded and her chest was still heavy. Maybe it would take a moment - maybe several. But all she could do was wait. Her back hit the concrete wall of the bar, her head tilting backwards as she focused on the breath that left her lungs.

The girl had been so consumed by her thoughts she didn't hear the front door of the bar swing open and then shut behind the two Winchesters. "Y/n," Called Dean as the two wandered over.

Her head snapped back at them, her tears on show as she sniffled to hold them back as well as she was able. "Hey, Y/n," Sam said through a smooth tone that constracted deeply with her current state.

Y/n struggled to reply but followed Sam as his hands grasped hold of her own, covering them as to bring a sense of comfort. "It's okay." He assured her. "We're not going back in there, okay? You've got nothing else to worry about." It was as if he'd done this before.

She followed along with a nod, keeping her eyes tangled with Sam's. "Okay." She was finally able to push out. And slowly (yet surely) her anxiety settled and, as if Sam were pulling her out from her drowning thoughts, she began to calm. "I'm sorry." She sniffled out once she felt well enough to.

A smile tugged at Sam's lips, "You've got nothing to be sorry for." He told her.

The girl's eyes flickered to Dean who had been watching in worry. She flashed him a smile; not so forced this time. "Can we go home now?"

Dean nodded as the three started to walk back to the impala, "How about that, some greasy food and a movie?" He suggested with the wiggle of his brows.

The thought itself brought an added comfort to Y/n. "Sounds like a plan."

A plan of which had worked beautiful. Dean stopped by a local diner on their way home, grabbing almost every item on their menu (and pie). Then, once they returned to the bunker, they flicked on some mind-numbing movie, snuggled under blankets and let the events of the night ease away as if they had never happened.

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Wildflowers: Chapter 2

Pairing: Daddy!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,000+

Warnings: Minor character death, implied drug use, rude dean

A/N: I’m sorry. I don’t view Jared or Sam in this way at all, just a plot line I’m following through with. I have another chapter of A New Set of Eyes written but I have to edit it! I hope y'all enjoy this one. 

“Jax can you get mama a bag please?” Y/N huffed out as she was cleaning up glass from yet another broken vase. Moments later, Jax came barreling into the front end of the store with a bag in his hand.

“Just leave it on the counter bub, I don’t want you to get hurt.” He quietly nodded his head and got on his tiptoes to carefully place the bag next to the register. The little boy rocked back and forth on his feet as he watched his mother carefully clean up the glass that littered the floor of the tiny flower shop.

While she was cleaning up the glass scattered across the floor, Jax came up behind her despite her instructions to stay back.

“Mama, someone is here.” Y/N looked up from her place on the floor and saw a tall man with broad shoulders looking over the flowers at the front of the store. A little girl with curly brown hair was tucked beside him, reaching up and holding the man’s hand.

“I’ll be right with you! Let me just clean this all up.” The man only responded with a huff and  glanced in her direction for a second. He continued raking his eyes over the choices of florals in front of him.  

Y/N gathered the broken glass in the bag Jax had brought her and quickly threw it away in the back of the shop. Before making her way to the front to assist the man, she picked up Jax and placed him on the stool behind the register and placed a soft kiss to the top of his head.

Y/N approached the man, the little girl with him released her dad’s hand and tucked herself behind his legs, her tiny hands gripping at the denim of her father’s jeans.

“Sorry about that. What can I help you find today?” She offered the pair a kind smile. The man didn’t even look at her before he barked out, “Carnations. White ones.”

Y/N just nodded her head and turned around to grab the man what he was looking for.

“How many do you need?” She asked once she reached where the carnations were.

“Twelve.” Y/N just nodded her head and attempted to ignore the gruffness of the man in her shop. If she could look past how rude the man was being, she would think he was quite cute.

Y/N gathered the dozen white carnations the man needed and squeezed her way behind the counter. Jax peaked behind his mother’s back and offered the little girl a wave. She smiled and hid herself farther behind her dad’s legs.

Y/N quickly wrapped the flowers neatly and added a few bits of greenery to liven up the bouquet. The man just sat there impatiently and waited for her to finish the task at hand.

“Your total is going to be 13.50.” Y/N said and gave the man a small smile. He didn’t reciprocate the gesture, instead he reached into his pocket for his wallet and threw a few bills on the counter in front of her. She quickly gathered his change out of the drawer but before handing it over she grabbed a small flower out of the bouquet on display by the register. She handed the money back to the man and leaned down to hand the little flower to the man’s daughter.

She held out her small hand and took the flower from Y/N, her voice was barely above a whisper when she told her thank you. The man didn’t say anything else to Y/N, he just grabbed the flowers off the counter and made his way out of the shop. Y/N rolled her eyes and went to turn around to face Jax but the man who had just left caught her eye.

He was crouched in front of the little girl outside of her shop. He gently took the flower out of her hand and smiled at her, he pushed the girl's hair behind her ear and gently tucked the flower in her hair.

He smiled brightly as the little girl leaned forward and placed a kiss on his cheek. He straightened himself out and picked the girl up, balancing her on his hip as he walked away from the store.

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“Come on bubs, let’s go see mama.” Dean held his hand out for his daughter as they made their way to the cemetery. Dean opted to walk, the October air wasn’t too chilly and Rory always loved looking at the colors of leaves on the trees.

“Daddy, did you ‘member the flowers?” Rory asked as she looked up at her dad. Dean groaned when he realized he had left them on the counter at home. They were already halfway there and he didn’t want to turn back. He took out his phone and searched for a place to buy flowers on the way to the cemetery, trying to be discreet as Rory admired the trees around them.

“Daddy figured we could pick some out together? I think Mama would like that, yeah?” Rory giggled and nodded her head with excitement.

They arrived at the small flower shop quickly, Dean opened the door and allowed his daughter to step inside first. She gripped his hand tightly as Dean made his way to the small display of flowers on his right.

He heard a small voice come from the back of the shop and he craned his neck to see where the sound was coming from. He saw a little boy, no older than 3 standing beside the counter situated at the back of the store.

“Mama, someone is here.” His little voice let out. Dean saw a head peak out from a display at the middle of the store. Dean’s breath was taken away, his heart began to race. He knew her but he couldn’t quite place from where.

“I’ll be right with you! Let me just clean this all up.” The woman let out as she swept up the glass that Dean could only assume was a broken vase. He gripped Rory’s hand tighter in his own as he wandered aimlessly around the store trying to find what he needed.

“Sorry about that. What can I help you find today?” The woman asks after returning from the back of the store. Dean notices the little boy is now sitting on the stool behind the counter, carefully watching his mother as she tends to them.

Dean just blinks at the lady trying to figure out exactly where he knows her from, he can’t pinpoint it and honestly he is not in the mood to try to figure it out.

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Dean and Rory left the flower shop quickly, his little girl scolded him for being rude and gruff. She was just like her mother in that way, always keeping him in check even at the ripe age of five years old.

“Daddy, Mommy wouldn’t have liked that you were mean to that lady.” Rory huffed out as Dean situated the small flower the lady gave her in her curly locks.

“ ‘M sorry baby, you know daddy gets sad when we go see mommy.” Dean let out, trying to hide that his voice was beginning to waiver.

“I get sad too daddy but you know mommy wouldn’t want you to be sad, or be mean to pretty ladies.” Dean chuckled and lifted his daughter up and situated her on his hip. She gripped at his shirt and leaned her head on his shoulder. Dean turned his own and placed a very soft kiss to her temple.

Dean and Rory’s trips to visit his wife’s grave were always draining for him. Rory didn’t remember her mother so it was always filled with countless questions. Dean was always happy to answer them all, but the more he told her about her mother, the more he wished Rory had the chance to know her. Dean was always able to put on a brave face, but the anniversary of her death was always a bit harder than he would like to admit. Even after four years it was still like salt in his wounds.

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After getting home, Rory was exhausted. The sunny day quickly turned cloudy, but luckily they made it home before the rain started falling.

Dean got Rory situated on the couch with some blankets hoping she would take a nap. He turned on her favorite movie and made his way to the kitchen to start making dinner for the both of them. Dean decided a glass of his favorite whiskey would numb the thoughts racing through his mind.

Halfway through preparing dinner, he was interrupted by the doorbell ringing. He wiped off his hands and peaked into the living room to make sure the noise hadn’t woken Rory up from her place on the couch. Once seeing she was still asleep, he made his way to the front door.

Dean peaked through the glass of the front door, his heart dropping when he saw who was waiting outside. He quickly unlocked the door and opened it just enough for him to slip out and shut it behind him.

“What are you doing here Sam?” Dean yelled. He hadn’t seen his brother in months, after heading to school he had turned into some twisted version of the little brother he once had.

“Dean, I just ne-” Dean cut him off. He didn’t want to hear anything the man in front of him had to say.

“What, money? Do you have to pay someone off for all the gambling you do? Did you piss off another dealer? Have to bail one of your junkie friends out of jail? What is it this time Sam? Please entertain me!” Dean’s blood began to boil as he towered over his brother. Sam was taller than him but in Dean’s mind, Sam was the weakest man he has ever had the displeasure of knowing.

“Dean, I just need your help. There is this guy who I borrowed money from and now he won’t leave me alone and I just need your help.” Sam scratched at the back of his neck and avoided looking Dean in the eyes.

“Jesus Sam, how many times are you going to do this before you realize it’s a bad idea? You’re going to piss the wrong person off someday and I'm not gonna be there to save you.” Dean ran his hand down his face, wiping at the few drops of rain that ran down his cheeks. Sam stood there silently, not quite knowing what to say to his big brother.

“How much do you need?” Dean finally asked, frustration lacing his voice. Sam quickly snapped his head up, the look of worry that had been plastered on his face no longer present.

“A thousand..” Sam turned his gaze back to the floor not wanting to look his brother in the eye.

“A thousand? Jesus Sam, how did you ever think you were going to be able to pay that back? You can’t even hold down a job and when you can you're wasting it on god knows what. This is the last time I will ever help you, I have already taken enough money out of Rory’s college fund to bail your ass out, I’m not doing it anymore. If you ever show up on this doorstep strung out again, I’ll be the one calling the cops.” Dean opened his door and slammed it in his brother’s face.

Dean stomped his way through the house and found his way to his office. He made his way to the safe situated in the closet and pulled out the money Sam needed to pay off whatever debt he owed.

Dean rushed out the front door and shoved the money into Sam’s chest.

“If you ever come back here again like this, you are no longer my brother, you hear me? I have a kid to worry about. Maybe if you worried about yours, you wouldn’t be so pathetic.”

With that, he left Sam out in the cold. He kicked off his shoes and gathered Rory up in the blanket she was snuggled up under. He held her close to his chest, thanking whatever higher power was out there for the little girl in his arms.

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Secrets and Lies: Chapter 7.5 - Basterds, Tears and Mother Hens

Pairing: Sam x Reader 

(This chapter is just Dean and Reader)

Word Count: 3021

Summary:  You and Dean spend some lazy days in the bunker as he does his best to help you deal with Sam's absence.  

Previous chapters: One Two Three Four Five Six Seven

A/N: Link to AO3 if you prefer to read there. Thanks for reading :) It means a lot to me when you take the time to like/reblog or leave a comment letting me know you liked my story. I appreciate all of you <3

You finished off your coffee and before you could even set the mug back down on the table Dean pulled it out of your hand made his way to the coffee pot and poured you a second cup.

“Thanks,” you said softly as you once again wrapped your hands around the mug and pulled it close to you. “What time is it anyway?” you asked. It was easy enough to lose track of time in the bunker under normal circumstances. 

“Eleven,” Dean replied. 

You groaned before lifting your cup to your lips and took a sip. “I really kinda hoped I could just sleep until… until he comes back. Then I wouldn’t have to feel it.” 

Dean studied your expression silently before holding his mug aloft, toward you. “To healthy coping mechanisms,” he said. 

With the evening fast approaching, Dean found you curled up in your bed reading a book as you tried to distract yourself. 

“Studying?” Dean asked as he tilted his head to the side to try and read the name of the heavy book you were holding.

You nodded.

“Studying monster lore?” he grimaced.

You groaned as you sat up and laid the heavy book down. “Is that alright with you?” you asked as you stared grumpily at him.

He chuckled and shook his head as he stepped into your room. “Don’t know how I didn’t see you two coming from a mile away,” he muttered to himself. 

You ignored the comment. 

“Do you… maybe wanna watch a movie?” he asked. 

“.... I suppose I could do that,” you replied with a small shrug. You did not mention that you weren’t sure how much attention you’d actually be able to pay to it. But as long as Dean thought he was helping, that meant something to you. 

“I mean, far be it for me to pull you away from being the world’s biggest nerd,” he said, throwing his hands in the air, eliciting a faint chuckle from you. 

“Watch it,” you said with a smile as you stood up from the bed, leaving the huge book behind on your bed. 

A few moments later you were in the TV room, one of the bunker’s extra rooms that Dean had converted into a sort of, very small, living room, comprised of a small loveseat, Dean’s recliner, and a decent sized tv with surround sound speakers that he was especially proud of. 

“Did you have any particular movie in mind?” you asked.

“Not really,” he said.

You laid across the loveseat and wrapped yourself tightly in your fluffy, warm comforter. Dean, meanwhile, was crouched in front of the TV flipping through all the movies he had downloaded onto his thumb drive. The movie titles and thumbnails were flicking across the screen seemingly in no particular order as Dean struggled to choose.

Zoolander, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Bruce Almighty, Tombstone, Jurassic Park, Forgetting Sarah Marshall, The Exorcist, Guardians of the Galaxy, Hell Hazers, Hell Hazers II, Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark, My Best Friend’s Wedding, Rosemary’s Baby, That Thing You Do. 

“Do you know what you’re looking for there, pal?” you finally asked. 

“Well… I couldn’t decide what was a, uh… safe genre… I thought maybe inspiration would strike if I was looking at everything but none of these feel right.” 

“Can I see the remote?” you asked. Dean shrugged and passed it over as he sat down in the recliner and kicked the footrest out with a contented sigh. You sorted the movies alphabetically and thumbed quickly down to the ‘I’s’. 

You scrolled past In Bruges, Inception, Indiana Jones et. al., until finally… “Inglorious Basterds,” you said with a small smile as you clicked ‘play’ on the remote. 

“Hmm, interesting choice,” Dean said with a curious nod as he picked up his beer from the end table and took a long pull.

You glanced at Dean out of the corner of your eyes. “We're gonna be doin' one thing and one thing only... killin' Nazis,” you said, doing a nearly spot-on impression of Brad Pitt’s Lt. Aldo Raine. 

Dean raised an approving brow and nodded his head as you smirked at him. 

Midway through the movie Dean glanced at his phone nonchalantly and then suddenly got up and left the room without saying anything. You thought a few moments later that you had heard the bunker door open but over the sound of the violence on screen blaring through the surround-sound speakers, it was hard to tell so you shrugged it off. A few minutes later you heard Dean making his way back down the hall and the smell of something warm and cheesy and delicious caused your stomach to growl loudly. 

Dean entered the room with a giant smile, carrying three giant boxes of pizza. 

“Oh my god…,” you whispered. 

“Hope you’re hungry,” Dean said with a huge grin. He set the boxes down on the coffee table in front of you picked up both plates he’d piled on top and handed one to you. You sat up and Dean pulled the lid open on the top box. The smell overpowered you and you felt your stomach rumble violently again. Dean chuckled. 

“That would be a yes,” he muttered with a grin. You blushed in embarrassment.

Dean had ordered your favorite pizza and your mouth was watering from the smell. As Dean held the box open for you, you reached in, pulled out two pieces, and carefully slid them onto your plate. You were so hungry but somehow despite the drive the delivery person must have made, the cheese was practically still bubbling. 

“Thank you, Dean,” you said as you set the plate down to cool and wrapped your arms around your stomach. 

Dean smiled as his eyes bounced between the TV screen and the pizza boxes he was shuffling to find his own, specially ordered, pizza. “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

“Well, if this is it old boy, I hope you don’t mind if I go out speaking the kings?” Lt. Hicox said on the screen as you repeated the line over him. 

“That was a terrible British accent,” Dean said, in an even worse, nearly offensive, British accent. You both started laughing and you picked up your plate, finally diving into the somewhat cooled pizza. 

By the time the movie ended, you’d each polished off one full box each. 

“Oh my god, I’m so full,” you groaned as you stretched your arms above your head and stood up from the couch.

“I’m glad you finally ate something,” Dean said as he pulled the footrest back into the recliner and stood up. 

“Oh Dean, always so parental,” you said with a teasing smirk. Dean shrugged before picking up the remaining pizza box. You picked up the dirty plates and he followed you out of the room and down the hall as you made your way to the kitchen. 

“Yeah, well, I did save your life, ya know. Kinda tends to make me-” 

“Mother Hen?” You interrupted.

“What?” he said, appalled. “No… I…  protective,” he finished with a confident shrug.

“Please, you’re protective of everyone,” you said as you crossed the threshold into the kitchen. You made your way to the sink and set the two plates down, turned the water faucet on, and waited for it to get hot. You turned around and rested your back against the sink’s edge and crossed your arms across your chest. 

“Yeah, but… you know… the people I already saved once… I tend to care a lot more that it… sticks,” he said. He shrugged before opening one of the refrigerator doors and making room to slide the full extra pizza box in. 

You chuckled. “Okay… I’m not gonna push it. But being protective is literally just a facet of being parental,” you said emphatically.

“Well, excuse me for caring,” Dean said. 

“I’m just teasing you,” you said as you shot him a wink. 

“Yeah, yeah. So… did watching Brad Pitt and Ryan Howard kill a bunch of Nazis violently cheer you up?” he asked as he made his way across the kitchen, toward you. 

“You know what… I don’t know what this says about me but… it actually kinda did,” you said with a chuckle. 

“Glad to hear it,” Dean said with a smile. “And, for the record, I’d say that’s the hunter in you.” 

“Speaking of hunters… have you… heard from him?” you asked.  

“Smooth transition,” he said with a teasing smirk.

“I’m sorry, you knew I was going to ask,” you said. 

He nodded.  “This morning. He sent me his coordinates and let me know he was good. Told him to call if he needed anything.” 

You turned around and started rinsing the plates. “Okay, that’s… that’s good,” you said. You picked up the sponge and squeezed some dish soap onto it. 

“He did ask about you if that’s what you’re not asking,” Dean replied. 

You hesitated. “What did he ask?” you asked as you stared intently at the soap sudsing up on the white ceramic. 

“Just… you know… wondered how you were,” he said. 

“Oh, okay.” 

You wanted to ask how Dean had answered, but you knew already it was the truth and you hated to imagine Sam thinking about you, all pathetic and sad and alone so you didn’t push it. 

You finished rinsing the plates and moved them to the drying rack. You felt the tears prickle suddenly at the corners of your eyes, unable to stop yourself from imagining hearing Sam or imagining him wrapping his strong arms around you and holding you close in the warmest hug. You leaned over the sink, steadying yourself by gripping the counter, and took a deep breath before pulling the sleeve of your shirt over your hand and used the back of it to wipe at your eyes. 

“I’m sorry,” you started, your voice cracking. “We were having such a good night and I ruined it.” 

“I’m still having a nice night,” he said.

“Thank you, Dean,” you whispered. 

“Anything for you, kid.” 

You turned around and wrapped your arms tightly around him. “Seriously, Dean. I don’t know what I’d do without you. And I don’t just mean right now.” 

“Well, the feeling’s mutual then,” he replied.

“I just wish I could talk to him,” you said. “Not him from last night… the usual him. I miss him so much it feels like my insides are imploding.” 

You let go and stepped back. “I think I’m gonna go be alone for a while,” you said. 

Dean nodded as you turned and made your way back to your bedroom. You were about to climb into bed when you realized your blanket was still in the TV room. On your way back to retrieve it you heard Dean’s voice coming from the kitchen. You quietly stepped toward the doorway, just close enough to hear him.

“Yeah, we watched a movie, Cas dropped off some pizzas. What about you?” 

A beat passed as the person on the other end of the line responded. 

“Hiking?” You could hear the disgust in Dean’s voice as he repeated it. You knew then he was talking to Sam. “Have you become one with nature yet?” he asked while chuckling proudly to himself. 

...

“It is funny dude. Your girl’s over here all torn up and I’m picking up the pieces because you decided to get away for the weekend,” you could hear the anger in Dean’s voice starting to rise.

...

“It is fair, man! She made a stupid mistake. She knows she did. She’s sorry. You know you’re going to forgive her and-” 

...

“Don’t be stupid. We both know you’re not going to break it off with her.” Dean was angry but you could swear there was a hint of worry in his voice as he shouted. Your stomach sank. You could feel your heart beating in your ears.

...

“Over my dead body, Sam,” Dean said through his teeth. “I will do whatever I have to do to fix this, do you hear me? You’re being dramatic and you know it!” 

...

“Yes, Sam. I’m completely serious. And even if you do, you’re gonna have to learn to live with each other because I’m not making her leave.” 

.........

“I pulled her ass out of purgatory, Sammy.  And after what happened to her family… I’m not taking this away from her.” 

Another long beat passed.

“Thank you,” Dean replied. Sam must have agreed that, at least, could be off the table. Although it was hard for you to imagine being around Sam and not being able to touch him… or kiss him… You tried to not let your mind wander too far down that road. 

“Alright… alright… be careful, man. Get some rest… get your head right, ya hear me? … Call us if you need anything.” 

Worried that Dean would find you listening, you peeked around the door frame and saw that he had his back to the doorway. You quickly and silently made it the rest of the way to the TV room to fetch your blanket. 

You heard Dean’s footsteps coming down the hall. You picked up your comforter and folded it into your arms. Dean spotted you as he passed the doorway and paused there in the hall to smile at you. You wondered how he was able to flip it on so easily before remembering between his dad and Sam, he’d probably had a lifetime of practice.

“Hey,” he said as if the entire conversation you’d just overheard hadn’t happened. You wondered if you should give it up or keep pretending. 

“Hey,” you said, giving him a gentle smile. “You know… it’s kinda scary how easily you can flip it on and off.” 

“What do you mean?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Cas delivered the pizzas. That’s why they were still so hot. I knew you wouldn’t trust a delivery guy with the address out here. Not to mention the amount of time it would take someone to get here.” 

Dean tilted his head as his eyes narrowed in confusion for a brief moment before his face fell.

“You heard that, huh?” he asked as he stepped into the room. 

You nodded. 

“Well, I meant it. No matter what, you’re not leaving.” 

“Dean… I asked Cas to erase your memory too.” 

“What?” 

“I told Cas… that if Sam had called you and told you what happened… he’d have to erase your memory, too.” 

Dean considered it for a moment.

“I don’t care,” he said with a shrug. 

“Come on, stop being stoic.”

“I’m serious, y/n. I don’t care.” 

You couldn’t have needed to hear three words more. Two warm rivulets of tears began streaking down your cheeks. 

“Really?” you asked, your voice cracking. 

“Really,” he replied. He stepped closer to you and wrapped his arms around you, blanket and all, and pulled you into one of his big, warm hugs. “You drew the short stick and you made the most of it that you could. Besides…” Dean hesitated. “I made a similar choice to protect two people I loved once.” 

You were sobbing into his chest as he held the back of your head, keeping you close to him. “Maybe Sam doesn’t see it the way I do… but me and you, we know loss in a way Sammy has never really had to. Losing your family, your home, everything in such a short span of time. The only difference is you were stuck in purgatory and I was on the road, stuck in sketchy motels. I know Sammy lost Jess, but he still had a choice in what came after. We didn’t.  So, yeah, of course when you thought you might lose the only good things in your life, you panicked. Maybe you overreacted. Maybe Sam wouldn’t have made the same call I did to protect Lisa and Ben... he was pretty pissed at me for that. But I had always thought if it had been him in my shoes… he’d have done the same damn thing.” 

You kept crying as Dean sat down on the couch and pulled you down along with him. 

“It’s okay,” he whispered. You were heaving, big heavy sobs now as you twisted his shirt in your fists. His front was drenched from your tears and you could feel yourself wanting to apologize but knowing full well Dean truly could not care less. The minutes ticked by as you sat there.

At some point in all the crying, you dozed off without noticing. Dean sat there, holding you for hours until he, too, fell asleep. When you woke up hours later you found Dean had pulled his legs onto the couch and you had slept on top of him, your face nestled into his chest where you’d been crying. But Dean had pulled a portion of your blanket across his chest so that you had a dry place to rest your head. It wasn’t exactly the most kosher sleeping position but you missed Sam so much that laying there with Dean… you could almost pretend. So you let yourself, just for a moment, pretend... You pulled yourself up and nestled into Dean’s neck and pretended… pretended he was someone else. 

You laid there like that for a few minutes before realizing that if Dean woke up he’d feel guilty, even though he had no reason to, so you peeled yourself off him and carefully climbed off, being sure to not wake him. 

After carefully setting a blanket over Dean, you made your way back to your bedroom and flopped onto the bed with a heavy sigh. Absentmindedly you picked up your phone from the nightstand to check the time. It was six-thirty in the morning. You set your phone back down and stared at the ceiling. Sam just needs time, you reminded yourself. 

You pulled your legs up and curled onto your side and imagined Sam’s warm body was wrapped around you. It didn’t take long after finding comfort in the memories of Sam’s warmth and love for you to fall back asleep.

EDIT: Chapter 8

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Three’s A Crowd- Part 3 (Sam Imagine)

Continuation from my series Three’s a Crowd. Read PART 1 & PART 2 

You looked into the bathroom mirror and studied your make-up/ It had been a while since you got dressed up, but being forced on a date by your best friend with a guy from who work who has turned out to be a total pig, you cant help put look at yourself and think what a waste of an outfit. You swiped some more lipstick over your lips and puckered them together, took a deep breath and headed back out to the restaurant. 

“Hi” You smiled as you sat back down, the table had been cleared of your plates and the bill was sitting in front of you. You opened your purse when your date Gary stopped you. 

“Hey, a lady shouldn’t pay!” He took out his wallet and laid down the money for the meal.

“No tip for him, I didn’t like the way he looked at you.” He scoffed. Charming. You both got up out of your seats and he led you to the door where the valet got his car. 

“You need a ride home?” He offered.

“No thank you.” You really didn’t want to spend any extra time with this guy tan you had to. This was one of the worst dates ever. 

As his car pulled up he said goodbye and leaned down to kiss you, you awkwardly moved your head so he got your cheek and he tried for your lips again, so you moved your head again. You decided to evacuate from this uncomfortable situation and ended up pushing past him and mumbling a goodbye. 

“Cara, pleaasseee tell me you and Josh are still at that bar.” You called your best friend and skipped the small talk, you needed a drink after that disaster. 

“Yes” She laughed. “Come on round”  

You called a taxi and took the five minute trip round to the bar that you and your friends frequented. In fact, it was the bar you met Sam in all that time ago. 

“Get me a double right now” You groaned to your friends as you landed on a seat beside them at their table beside the bar. 

“That bad, huh?” Cara asked sympathetically.

“When you’ve had the literal best, everything is that bad” You complained. Your drink arrived via a waitress moments after you sat down. You thanked her and necked it before ordering another. 

“Come on sweetie, you’re not still hung up on that Sam guy are you?” Your friend Josh asked. 

“I’m not hung up.” You defended.

“Yeah right” Cara scoffed. 

“I mean, he was the most perfect man in the world, I think about him a lot, we definitely would not have broken up if it wasn’t for his brother, and if he asked I would go back to him in a second. But i wouldn’t say hung up.” You explained to your friends who could do nothing but laugh at your attempt to play down the whole Sam thing. 

“When was the last time you heard from him?” Josh asked. 

“I think about 6 months ago. He text me a few times after we broke up to check on me, but he eventually stopped.” You spoke as you started to work on your second drink. Your heart still longed for Sam. It had been around 9 months since you broke up, but you hand’t even started to get over him. You knew you were meant to be together, and you were scared to get over him in case all of a sudden he came back. Wishful thinking, or maybe just foolishness.  

The drinks went down plentiful and you had a lot of laughs, and had decided it was time to head home. The three of you busted out of the doors laughing at something stupid Josh had said, causing Cara to stumble into a car that was parked right outside the bar door. You laughed as she fell onto the bonnet but your face changed when you realised who’s car it was. 

“Hey you OK? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Josh asked as the laughter quietened down. 

“I think I have.” You eyes traced over the shiny black muscle car and landed on the plates. There was no doubt, this was Sam and Dean’s car. 

“He’s here” You gasped. You almost lost your balance from a mixture of pure shock and the high levels of alcohol in your system. Your friends looked at each other with confusion. Your hand landed on the car to prop yourself up when you heard a deep voice yell.

“Hey lady, hands off” The voice grumbled. Your face dropped and you looked up, there was Dean stood in front of you. It took him a moment, but when he realised who you were his expression stiffened and his stance became defensive as if you were going to harm him. 

“D-Dean?” 

“Y/N, right?” He asked, pretending to give an interest. 

“Please tell me he is here, I need to see him.” Your friends had gathered at either side of you and Cara was holding on to your arm, by Dean’s body language she was unsure if this exchange was friendly or not. 

“He’s not.” He stated. 

“Where is he?” You asked. 

“In California.” His words were cold and with no emotion on his face. “With another woman.” 

[pretend-writer]

[imagine]

fighting for the front seat with sam

"Shot gun!" I yelled as I packed my duffle bag.

"Not if you don't get there first." Sam dashed out the motel.

Carrying the bag in one hand, I quickly followed Sam outside the parking lot. "You asshole."

He gave a cheeky grin as he rushed into the passenger seat. "Ha!"

"Samuel, get out. I called it, you cheater."

"Better luck next time sis."

Dean comes out from the motel, "Sammy, you forgot your bag in the room."

Not wanting to leave the seat, Sam panicked. "Can you bring it for me, Dean?"

"Uh, Hell no."

I smirked as Sam rolled his eyes. "Karma's a bitch, bitch."

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Always and Forever

Dean x Reader

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It was a conversation you absolutely dreaded to have, in fact, you would rather just skip the formalities and leave a note, but you know that you deserved better than that.

Dean woke up to a cold bed, realizing your body wasn’t there and hadn’t been all night judging by the severe lack of warmth. Your entire half of the room was cleaned out, all your drawers, your bags all gone.

In a panic, he ran out to the library, prepared to hop in Baby and chase after you at any and all costs, but he found you sitting at the table, eyes swollen from a night of tears he had no idea about.

“I’m leaving.” You didn’t even give him a chance to speak.

Slowly you rose to your feet and headed over to him, his face in shock and his breathing shaky.

“You promised me you would leave the past where it belongs,” you scoffed with sadness as another tear rolled down your cheek. “Yet here I see receipts from a hotel in the exact same town Lisa and Ben live in, again.”

Dean’s voice broke as he began to speak, knowing that you’d find out again, but he couldn’t stay away as much as he loved you. Lisa and Ben had become a long part of his life.

“It was the last time, I promise.” He pleaded, trying to take your hands in his but you pulled away and shook your head.

“You said that the last five times you went. Not to mention you and her are texting each other daily.” The pain continued to fall from your eyes as you spoke. “They didn’t remember you, but you slowly integrated your way back into their lives, regardless of the life you had with me.”

Dean stopped for a moment, his breathing almost completely ceased for a few moments.

“When will you be back?” He halfway knew your answer but refused to believe it.

It took a few good moments to stop crying momentarily so you would be able to speak.

“I’m not coming back.” You breathed under your quivering breath. “You obviously love her, Dean...so maybe you should be marrying her instead of me.” Slowly with shaking hands, you slipped off the engagement ring Dean had given you months ago in a way to step up your three year long relationship.

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Double Trouble

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WHUMPTOBER DAY ELEVEN: Prompt: Seeing Double

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To say you weren’t in the greatest stay would be an understatement. The hunt had been extremely rough and you had been tossed around like a ragdoll until you were beaten and bloody. You were fighting a coven of witches. All brutal and nasty in their own way, and damn near impossible to actually get rid of in one go. You had just managed to dust one of them and you were raising your gun to take a shot at a second one when something collided with your back.

It was cold and cut through you like a knife, gripping at your heart. It hurt, and you cried out, dropping to your knees. One of them had managed to land a spell on you. Clutching at your chest, you had squeezed your eyes shut, trying to block out the room around you. You could still hear the commotion from the other room where your brothers were occupied with their own bundles of trouble.

The pain seemed to subside after a moment or too; but when you opened your eyes to stand up again, you were met with dizziness and a wave of nausea. Your vision swam and doubled before you, making it impossible to see straight.

You could see Sam approach in the doorway, but to your eyes his figure morphed in and out of two version of himself. When he saw you on the floor he dropped down infront of you, calling for Dean with a shout.

“Hey—“ the non-vision of Sam tapped at your face “what’s going on? Are you alright?”

“….spell…..”

“What? What happened?”

“Can’t see…….two of you….” You mumbled, trying to focus so that the two images would merge into one. But they just wouldn’t.

“Shit.” Sam cursed. Then Dean arrived, his silhouette also split in two. “She’s been cursed! What do we do?!” Sam said desperately.

“Hey. Focus on us, kid. You gotta try and stay focused.” Dean urged you when your mind started to wander. “We need to try and find the witch who hexed you. Can you remember what they looked like? Where they went.?”

Deans words tried to spark some recognition in your mind. But you couldn’t remember seeing the witches face because the attack had come from behind. But as you dwelled on it longer, you began to recall who else was in the room with you at the time. Raising one arm in what you though was the right direction, you pointed them towards the doorway.

Dean was up in a second, dashing though the house to try and kill the witch before they got away to end the curse over you quicker. Meanwhile Dean stayed infront of you, whispering reassuring words and trying to get you to focus.

There was the sound of a gunshot, followed by a scream from somewhere within the house. And then slowly the two figures of Dean merged into one. You blinked, readjusting as the nausea vanished. Sam came skidding back into the room with a hopeful look on his face.

“….you alright?”

You blinked. “Yeah…..thank you.”

Dean helped you up gently, patting you on the back supportively as you re-gained your bearings.

“I hate witches.” You grumbled.

“I can’t blame you” Dean said.

“Yeah. Remind me to never come to one of these again.” You huffed.

“You say that every time.” Dean couldn’t help but smirk. “And yet here you are.

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[oh-miss-believer-imagines]

“Thank you guys so, so much!”

Sam and Dean couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear at the excitement in you voice. You were like a hyperactive kid in a candy store as you gazed out the car window.

“No need to say thank you (Y/N)” Dean let out a small chuckled as he turned around the street corner. He himself was enjoying the wonderful display of light that hung from the various homes.

“I’m glad we did this.” Sam added, he glance back at you before returning his attention back to the outside. “This is really nice.”

Author’s Note: Okay so, my family does this. There’s this really rich neighborhood about ten minutes away from us (we live out in the country), and every year we see the latest Star Wars movie and then go drive around this neighborhood to look at the christmas lights. (I just wanted to share that special little thing, sorry) Also, I know this Imagine in kinda late.

[wonderlandinrope]

Not All Monsters Part 11

Masterlist

Sam X Reader

Summary: Adjusting to life with the Winchester while dealing with her own brand of PTSD Aris finds a unique way to keep her mind clear.

Warnings: Violence, talk of abuse, 

Please leave a comment anything to let me know what you guys think.

Just as quickly as the Impala had pulled into the garage Aris was out the door, tossing her bag to Sam who hadn’t even managed to stand all the way. The bag hit his stomach causing him to let out an ‘umph’ sound. Dean got out of the car watching with some amusement as his brother chased Aris over to the bike that had once been Dorothy’s. Holding his keys he let them talk knowing that Sam would be in soon.

“We just got back!” Sam Waved one hand around gesturing to the bunker. “If you want alone time come in and rest, I won’t bug bother you. You haven’t slept in two days.”

Pushing down on the clutch the bike roared to life. It had become her choice of mobility when the chance arose something about the open air, accompanied by the way the way the bike moved with her body took all the troubles away. It felt great being back, on the beautiful machine.

Looking up into those galaxies called eyes, Aris smirked. “I’ll be back late. Don’t wait up.” Placing a peck on his cheek. Before he could protest further she took off.

Running his hand through his hair Sam couldn’t help but enjoy the view of Aris smiling a lightness to her that hadn’t been there since the first week she’d moved in. There was no more talk of the scar or her past with Darn. While she wouldn’t say where she had been disappearing to the past few weeks, it was good for her. That was the fact he couldn’t argue, so he didn’t. Aris could take care of herself. Besides she was back to the happy, bubbly, smart-ass that she was meant to be.

Waiting until she was completely gone from view before following his brother into the bunker. Dean was already sitting at the table pie in front of him two open beers, offering one to Sam. Cas was reading a book written in an enchant language, scribbling translations into a notebook.

“Off again,” Dean commented between bites.

“Yeah,” Sam called back. Dropping the bags in front of the washing machine a faint buzzing sound came from Aris duffle bag. Searching around he pulled out the phone she had forgot. George scrolled across the screen. Not wanting to be intrusive he ignored the call but brought the phone with him to the war room placing it on the table.

“She tells you where she’s going this time?” Dean asked handing his brother a beer,

Sam shook his head. “No. But hey it makes her happy so I’m not going to push the subject.”

“You aren’t at all curious to see what she has been up too. If I were you my mind would be running wild with possibilities.” Swinging his fork around he pointed it at Sam. “She could be out drinking, causing trouble. Who knows maybe she’s got a lesbian lover.”

“You are so immature you know that.” Sam laughed despite the comments.

“Oh, yeah I forget your hairs long enough for you to be the women too.” That one crossed the line a bit but Dean got the response he was looking for. Sam reached over taking a scrap of paper from Cas crumpling it up he chucked it at his brother.

Being mildly annoyed with the two interrupting his work, Cas looked up narrowing his eyes, directing his gaze at both. “I understand this is part of your normal bother bonding. However, it would be appreciated if you left me out of it.”

Both chuckling Sam watched again as the phone he had placed down on the table began to buzz again. Once more George came across the screen, it hadn’t occurred to him that Aris was keeping in touch with her old friends. If he called again Sam promised he would call the extra cell Aris should have kept on her.

“How about you Cas. She tell you where she disappeared to?” Dean just couldn’t drop the subject. Not just out of common curiosity but also because he had grown to see Aris as a little sister. Knowing that she was vulnerable on her own made it difficult to let her go off like she did.

Sam shook his head disapproving. “Would you drop it.”

“It’s not my fault that I worry. Hell out of the two of us you should be worried.” He countered. “So Cas she tell you her big secret.”

Cas put down his pen, knowing full well that he wasn’t going to get any more work done. “If she did tell me or I found out by other means I wouldn’t tell you. It would be a betrayal of her confidence.”

“See, It’s not a big deal.” Sam said taking a sip of his beer. “Wait what do you mean found out through other means?”

Dean laughed, a mouth full of pie, as Sam’s uncaring did a 180. Turning into a combination of concern and intrigue.

Entering the house it was dark all except a light that crept through a door at the end of a hall. Women could be heard chanting together in unison, it was a prayer. As Aris came through the door rushing in she hadn’t noticed that her clothes were still stained from the hunt. Blood splattered her shirt, from when she had taken a machete to the vampire. The prayer stopping as she walked in, eyes of five women of various ages and backgrounds fell on her.

It had been three weeks since she had joined the group. Thankfully up until that point none of the hunts had interfered making each meeting on time.  She hadn’t told Sam or Dean about the meetings not wanting them to view her differently, simply say that she had to have time to herself. It seemed to be enough for them. However, Aris got the feeling that Cas knew based on his sudden need to defend her or give her a little extra support here and there. Either way it wasn’t something that they spoke, there was an understanding in his eyes that told her she didn’t have to worry about him spilling the beans to Sam.

“Is there something you’d like to share with the group Millie?” An older plump woman with short Grey hair, rosy cheeks, and shining blue eyes asked cautiously. Addressing Aris by the fake name she had given them.

“Sorry, I’m late… work.” Aris watched the eyes fell on her shirt. She looked down. “Oh! Ummm it's kool-aid.”

“This is a safe space you know you can talk if you want to.” A younger woman in her early 20s squeaked. She looked as her voice sounded, small, frail frame, her eyes taking up half her face.

“Really its ok.” Aris insisted, wrapping her leather jacket around her to cover the shirt.  

Shrugging off the concern, the conversation turning to one of the women who went by the name Denise. In the past week, things had been getting worse for her at home, her husband coming home and instantly going into a tirade nearly every night, throwing breaking things, screaming at her, kicking the dog. But the fear of leaving overshadowed the need to escape. His unpredictability made it nearly impossible to know how much worse things may become.

It wasn't the type of group to pressure someone into doing something that they weren’t comfortable with but give support reminding each other that they weren’t crazy or that their instincts were usually right. In aris case it was a way to remind her that what she had gone through was real to validate they way she felt and reminder that when she had moments that caused a flashback or unintended reaction, such as pulling away from Sam when he touched her scar, it was just another way she had learned to survive.  And that was ok.

“If you want I can help you move while he’s at work.” Aris offered to Denice, who reminded her almost too much of her old self.

She shook her head letting out an exhausted exhale, “No, I don’t think so. His brother is across the street. He would call. I can’t.”

It was a strange realization of how far she had come. To know that she was capable of leaving when others couldn’t. How now the idea of a brother watching over her, wasn’t an ominous force, but a caring person who had only her best interest at heart. She was lucky, it was no longer a real person that set out o hurt her only the one that lived in her memories.

Before more could be said a timer went off indicating that meeting was over. As always it seemed to end too soon, no one wanted to go back to the reality of living in fear, standing on eggshells.  Saying a quick goodbye Aris walked out to find the motorcycle that she had borrowed from the garage. Before she mounts the bike, A soft warm hand rested on on her shoulder.

It was Zoe the elderly women that had been running the group. Her face held a depth of understanding as she took a drag of her freshly lit cigarette, “If you need somewhere to stay. You are always welcome here.”

“I’m fine really. Better than I have been in ages, to be honest.” Aris held on to the handle of the bike ready to get back home. The words were truer than she had ever considered.

Zoe looked up at her through a pair of glasses raising the eyebrows not completely believing her words. “I’m sure.” She tugged at Aris shirt plucking it then releasing it where the blood spatter was. “This ain’t my first rodeo kid.”

“Really, I’m fine. You should be talking to Denice, not me.” Aris looked around dismissively. “That girl was where I was a year ago. She needs to get out.”

Zoe nodded. “Can’t say I don’t agree. Alright, well have good night Millie.”

“You too Zoe.” Aris jumped on the bike, relaxing into the seat as she took off into the night.

Halfway back to the bunker, the bike begins to slow the light on it goes out leaving the darkness as her only company. Pulling off to the side Aris puts down the kickstand sitting back on her bike,  she let the cool wind play with her hair lifting it, pulling it in different directions. The dim moonlight illuminated the barron street. It wouldn’t be long now til someone came along. She waited patiently for the comforting sound or the roar of an engine.  

Climbing down she stood at the edge of the road looking as pathetic as she could muster. The first two cars that past didn’t even slow down, the third stopped but Aris waved the family on saying that there was someone on the way. Offering to wait whith her,  Aris shook her head. Just up the road, she saw the big rig that she had been waiting for.

“Here they come now.” She let the anticipation creep into every cell of her body. Let the excitement fill her every pour. As the family drove off it wouldn’t be a matter of if the truck would stop but when.

She had been after him for a week now, each time missing just by a few minutes. Would he come back this time? Or would he stop the first time he passed her by. It didn’t take long to get the answer, the screeching of brakes was followed by the click of a door opening up. Up in the cabin was a greasy man with an unkempt beard and potbelly. He was larger than Aris had originally thought him to be but jumped in nonetheless.

“Lost Darlin?” His voice was grease as he was. His eyes moving up and down her body, pausing a moment at her low cut top. The light was too low to reveal the blood on her shirt. “I can give you a ride.” There was a double meaning to his words.

“Thanks, my bike died. Been stranded for hours, so glad you stopped.” The charm in her voice purposely egging him on she shut the door but didn’t put on the seatbelt.

Every few minutes his eyes flickered back to her staring down her chest then falling to thighs. Aris shifted in the seat trying to force away from the adrenaline but felt it building inside her. She waited to know soon enough she would get what she was looking for. The truck turned off a dead end road with no street lights.

Playing dumb Aris looked around. “Why are we stopping?”

“I heard something bump.” He opened the door. “Give me a hand would you?”

“Alright.” Climbing down the hair on the back of her neck began to stand, a knot in her stomach. She pushed it aside knowing fully that it was all too accurate. “What can I help you with?”

As she walked around the front she was literally hit with the reality of the situation. A fat fist to the gut knocked the wind out of her, reaching for the front of the truck to balance herself. The hot hood nearly burning her hand. Sucking in a sharp breath Aris regained herself just in time to dodge another blow. Ducking them sweeping her leg the mountain of a man crashed to the ground letting out a groan in pain. Pulling the dagger from her boot she moved on him ready to carve into his chest.

But the large man was faster than he would appear, scrambling to his feet he stood a hint of amusement and delight danced in his eyes. “It’s been awhile since I got to play. So let's play little lady.”

Moving more carefully this time Aris readied herself for a good fight. He had nearly seven inches on her, at least 120 lbs. But it wasn’t as if she hadn’t taken on bigger pray before. He swung at her then again, missing each time. The knife grazed his side cutting threw his shirt blood fell from his side. He screamed taking a moment to look at his wounds, the amusement had gone, leaving rage in its wake.

“Ya fuckin’ bitch! I was gonna leave you lookin pretty but hell I don’t mind turning you over instead.” This time when he charged he faked a swing kicking at her leg instead.

Stepping back she missed judged the loose gravel tripping backward, falling on her back. Hitting the ground she held tight to the knife but a boot came down on her hand, the pressure of it making her loosen her grip the knife went flying out of reach. The boot then moved to her throat, crushing her airway instinctively she clawed at the man’s leg. He only laughed reaching down pulling her up by her hair.

“Ain’t you somethin’ else.” The grotesque smell of cheap cigars and rotten teeth permeated the air around them.

“You don’t know the half of it.” Aris spat in his face. He closed his eyes for a moment just long enough for her to get the upper hand. Using the hand he held her by as leverage she pulled her leg back swinging as hard as she could, her foot making contact with his groan he fell to the ground gasping for air. “Steel toes feel good doesn’t it.”

She walked over picking up the knife that had been knocked down before. “See from what I understand you’ve done some bad shit. Hunting down girls, selling them to the highest bidder. Keeping a few for yourself, it were up to me we would do this nice and slow. I would make sure you felt every hit, every scratch, every violation you put those girls threw.”

“Fuckin’ whore.” it was the only word he could muster through the pain.

“I don’t have time for that, however. People waiting for me back home and all that. But don’t you have someone waiting for you too.” Aris raised the blade plunging it thru the man's heart.

The light faded from his eyes, leaving nothing but a hollow shell. She looked at the work she had made of him, enjoying every passing moment only returning to her sense as thunder cracked across the sky. A dampness in the air that clung to her skin ,a weight lifted off her chest. Digging through his pockets she found a wallet and a set of keys taking the cash she tossed the wallet on the body. Walking around the back the doors swung open hitting the side. Three timmid women cowered in the back. Aris didn’t bother to talk to them just left the doors swinging as she made the hike back to the bike.

It was the fight, the adrenaline that coursed through her veins, an addiction that she needed to feed. Better than any drug out there. While hunting with Sam and Dean helped fill the whole a little it wasn’t the same feeling as being completely alone with only herself to rely on. It was another secret that she kept from them one that Sam would never approve of. He worried about her too much as is. One day maybe she wouldn’t need the fear to feel normal, or the excitement it brought. But for now, it was what kept her sane.

[imaginationlover101]

In the Motel Hallway

Dean Winchester x reader

Summary: Being on the road with the Winchesters was one thing, but sleeping in the motels was another. With Sam missing, and Dean being asleep the reader starts to reminisce her time with the boys.

"Dean, I swear get off of me." Pushing Dean off of me for what seemed to be the 5th time that night I realized I was useless, Dean Winchester was out like a light. Huffing to myself I tried to pull the covers closer to my side of the bed but, once again Dean was hogging the covers.

Although I loved the aspect of being on cases with the Winchester brothers the sleeping arrangements were by far the worst. Even though I love Sam and Dean dearly, I love a queen sized bed to myself more.

In all honesty it's no ones fault but my own. Sam and Dean always offer to get another room for myself, but we all know its useless. To pay that much for two rooms that we'll use for almost over a week is a waste of money. Plus when the three of us research and try to put all the pieces together for a case, we all use one room anyways. So two rooms is a waste of money (not ours, but still).

Turning over to the other side of the bed, I knew I had lost. The continous talking and pulling the covers to my side of the bed wasnt working. One thing I had learned about sharing a bed with Dean is that hes a deep sleeper, blanket hogger, snoes so very loud, and sometimes will kick in his sleep.

Looking over at the clock I could hardly see. The bright red floursenet light always got in my eyes when sleeping , and on top of that when looking at the time I was shocked. The clock read almost 4 o'clock.

Sam, Dean, and I had ended our research a little before 1, so we couldnt have been sleeping for that long. I tried to look over the bed to Sam's side but it was no use. Dean was huddled out all over the bed that I could barely see over his body. Dean insisted that he had to sleep on the side of the bed closest to the door. It never made sense to me seeing as we hunted monsters every day of our life, so a intruder makes no difference. But of course once Dean has a thought in mind it stays that way.

Dean used to make Sam sleep on the bed closest to the window, but lately Sam's been taking the opposite bed. He says its because he doesnt want to wake Dean and I up when he goes on his morning run, but now fully sitting up in bed I could see why he chose the bed closest to the door. It was 4 o'clock in the morning, and Sam Winchetser was no where to be seen, as well as Deans impala keys

I had to admit I was confused on what to do. It was 4 in the morning and Sam was gone with the impala. The first thought that came to mind was that he couldnt sleep, Sam always got tired when driving so maybe that was why, but lately Sam hasn't been acting the same. The way he acts, his posture, diet, face eveything changed. Sam Winchester is the first one to yell at Dean or I when our postures bad, the only one to order a veggie burger from a diner, the only one to make Dean and I laugh, and the only one who still carried innocene throughout his face. I cant blame Sam for changing his descions in life, after all he has gone through a lot. But lately him sleeping peacefully in the impala goes to him waking up in sweats and discomfort. Something was wrong with Sam Winchetser and I couldnt figure it out yet.

Now realizing that sleep had now passed my eyes were fully open, and my head was clear. I wondered for a second if Sam was in the bathroom, but of course he wasnt. Opening the bathroom door my eyes soonly noticed the safe. The grey box was fully open and Sam's wallet was gone along with his ids.

Coming out ot the bathroom Dean was the first thing that hit my eye. Dean was finally getting the sleep he deserved even though he was stealing half of my blankets. I could of sworn I had woke him up when closing the bathroom door with the way his eyes were fluttering, but I was wrong. Dean soonly began to snore 10 times more increasingly loud then before. Dean adjusted his body on the bed so that his legs moved to my side of the bed, how perfect. Dean lifted his head off the pillow and onto the side of the bed near the nightstand and brought all the blankets closer.

Dean was lucky I cared about him. He was lucky that I knew he had a hard time sleeping and felt bad for him. I felt awkward watching him sleep, but in one way it brought me comfort. Beside from his obnoxious eye rolls, and his forehead scrunching I havent seen Dean in peace for a long time. It reminded me of when the two of us were younger, plus Sam.

When the three of us used to get locked in the motel alone because our parents were out "working". Sam, and I would sit together and tell stories (made up stories of course), we would make up what we thought were the funniest stories, and pretend like we were places far from a motel. Dean would sit on the couch like always rolling his eyes muttering about why were we doing such childish things.

Sam and I would beg Dean all day long, but he wouldnt move. It finally wouldn't be up until the sun set, and Dean finaly gave in. He would sit on the floor with Sam and I and talk all day long. He always gave in and made up stories with us, and pretended like our lives were normal. Because that's all we knew, we didnt know that spending all of our time in a creaky motel room wasn't normal, and still the pattern remains the same.

I started to wonder if Sam left because of the motel. I wondered if he had finally had enough, if he finally ran. But then once again I knew he was smart enough to not run away with Dean's impala. I knew Sam eventually would come back, but when?

In one way Sam was is just a little brother to me as much as he is to Dean. I grew up with Sam and Dean and even though we dont know what family is, we know that its similar to the bond that the three of us share.

It's funny to say that the bond that Sam and I share is different from the one Dean and I have. With Sam we know that we have the mutual brother sister relationship, but with Dean its different. Dean and I had always been opposites, even with our dads hunting together.

Dean always wanted to be a hunter he knew he was destined for it, always walking with his head held high and a knife in his pocket. He held confidence, charisma, humor, appeal, everything I wished I had. Meanwhile when I was younger I had no clue what the world had in store. I wanted to travel, and meet new people everyday. I wanted to be a fashion designer and fall in love. I wanted to get marry and eventually have children. Who would of know that all my ideas took a turn, but in one way I do get to meet new people frequently and travel alot (in the impala).

I decided to break free of the motel room, my mind had began bugging with thoughts and memories to the point where I couldn't focus. Unlocking the double lock door of the motel, I just waited until Dean called my name. I thought that making all the noise and leaving the bed would cause Dean to notice my absence but it didn't.

I should of brought a jacket outside. Even though it was late September, the fall weather was just around the corner. Our motel room was on the second floor overlooking the parking lot. I could now see the empty parking space that baby used to be in and the fresh burnout lines Dean had just made.

Although Sam and I tease Dean all the time about his car deep down we both love it. The impala holds so many memories between the three of us and even some between John and Mary. It's almost as if the impala had brought Dean and I closer together. It holds so many memories of us growing up, Dean teaching me how to drive, patching him up after his first fight, my first kiss and Dean seeing me cry for the first time.

I was 16 when Dean almost kissed me, while he was 18. My dad had forced me to go to my aunts house for the summer saying I needed to be a teenager, but I didn't care. All I wanted was to spend my summer with Sam and Dean. I knew it was much different then the summers we shared when we were younger, but still.

That night I has stormed out of the motel room after getting in a fight with my dad. I had become so mad at him that I wanted find Sam or Dean and leave. The minute I slammed the motel door, Dean was outside with his classic smile saying he thought it was time for a ride.

Dean and I drove for what felt like hours until he stopped by the creek near the motel. He asked what was wrong and I refused to tell him. Of course he was getting antsy and said that if i didnt tell him in the next 5 minutes he'd throw me in the creek. The minute he said that I started crying. Emotions were throw out of my mind and I started sobbing, backing into the passenger side door.

Dean had come closer to me and apologized saying he wouldn't of thrown me in the creek and was sorry. I started laughing because of Dean's thoughts and finally told him what happend. Dean had moved closer to me and brought me into a hug. We sat there for what felt like hours and Dean said we would go to the diner, his treat. We sat at the diner and Dean refused to let me talk about leaving saying "dont worry until it happens." We both ate burgers and Dean payed the bill, but not before asking for 2 ice cream sundaes.

I remember laughing at Dean when the waitress had brought our sundaes in a soda cup (I miss the days when waitresses wouldn't flirt with Dean). Dean left the tip and off we left in the impala. Pushing in the cassette tape I had made for Dean, the two of us listened to the music reminiscing of when we played the songs for the first time.

Finally making it back to the hotel Dean had parked in the back of the motel parking lot promising that we wouldnt go in our rooms yet. That night Dean let me sit on the hood of the impala, and I almost dropped my sundae when he said I could sit. There Dean and I sat huddled up against one another eating out ice cream on the hood of the impala.

I finally let it go that I was nervous to have my first summer alone at my aunts house, Dean promised if he had time he and Sam would visit. I remember being so cold that night because of the air and the ice cream. Dean had given me his jacket and said that even though we would be far apart he would always take care of me. I could of sworn that night we were going to kiss, but we didnt. The two of us sat there in silence enjoying the last summer of innocence we would have together.

Dean had walked me to my room and kissed me on the cheek and then he was gone. I could only assume John and my father went on a late night case to the bar that night because when we returned they were gone. A while after Dean dropped me off there was a knock on the door. There stood 14 year old Sam Winchester in dinosaur pjs pants claiming he was very upset Dean and I had spent time without. Dean soon came storming in after saying that it was for adults only, and Sam was still a child. After that we all sat on the brown leather motel couch and watched tv until we fell asleep.

Closing my eyes I almost thought I could transport back to that day. Even though I had gotten into a fight with my dad, Dean had made the day seem perfect, and that's what I loved about him. It was frustrating being in love with Dean, because everyone women in the America loved him. I always thought that if I told Dean I loved him I would have to compete with the beautiful blond that told him at the bar yesterday. On top of that sharing a bed made it worst, he was so affectionate in the morning and who could say no.

Leaning against the motel railing I knew things were complicated. I had been in love with Dean Winchester since I was 16 and still haven't worked up the nerve to tell him. It's almost like he could read my thoughts because the minute I said those words to myself the door opened.

I heard the creaky motel door before I saw him. There he stood Dean Winchester in plaid boxers with a shirt that definatly didnt match. His hair was messed up from sleep, he had his leather jacket on, and was missing his shoes.

"Y/N what are you doing out here, did you see Sam?" Laughing to myself I knew Dean and I shared the same thoughts about Sam.

"No, but I saw that he left with your keys too, I just wanted some air." Talk about air it was freezing, no wonder why the night reminded me when we were younger.

Humming Dean looked at me "Air at 4 in the morning, you sure your okay sunshine ?" Sunshine the nickname Dean had given me when I was 18 because he said that me and his car reminded him of sunshine.

Dean wrapped his jacket around his torso and started moving around for heat. "Jesus its cold for September. Dont tell me you've been out here without a jacket on Y/N.

Moving away from the railing and near Dean's arms I began to play with the strings coming off his jacket. "I havent been out here for that long, but it is cold."

Dean smirked and opened his jacket up larger. " I would give you my jacket it's too cold, but I'll never give up the chance to share with you."

Rolling my eyes I moved closer to Dean and wrapped myself in his jacket. Putting my arms around his waist Dean wrapped the rest of his jacket around the remainder of my body and rested his chin on my head. "You know tonight reminds me of that night when we were younger, you know that summer when I was 18."

Looking up from under Deans jacket, I smiled. "I thought the same thing." Dean I stood huddled up against one another for what felt like hours until we saw the shine of car lights. Who would of known it was Sam with the impala.

Dean shuffled the opposite way so that his head faced the motel door. "Oh he so owes us an awnser." Looking at Dean's eyes I begin to shuffle closer to him seeing as he let go of the jacket.

"Did you know your a blanket hogger?" "What are you talking about Y/N, no I'm not." "Uhh yes you are you took all the blankets and when I went to the bathroom you took up the whole bed, I couldnt even lay down." "So that's why you went outside then." "No Dean it wasn't because of-" Dean and I heard the jinngiling of his car keys and both looked the same way. There stood Sam holding the impala keys with a take out bag in his hand.

"What are you guys doing?" Sam looked at us and it took me long to realize that Dean and I were still pressed up against one another wrapped in his leather jacket.

"What are we doing, where the hell were you?" Dean walks closer to Sam still managing to keep us together in his jacket. Dean and I manage to shuffle walk to Sam, but not before he reaches us half way. Sam laughs at the two of us and directs his eyes to Dean's feet. "Its a long story."

"Dude stop what's wrong with you. What do you mean it's a long story. YOU TOOK MY BABY SAM!" "Dean it's not your baby it's a car" "Sam stop it! It is my baby stop trying to get out of this!"

The two boys began to bicker back and fourth and all I could do was watch. Here we were standing in the middle of a motel walkway bickering back and forth to one another. Dean and I were still huddled into one another, while he moves his whole body, and like always Sam's always being question.

To this day we still dont know where Sam went that night. If you had to sum up one moment that represented the boys and I this would be it. Even though we had our moments we still would always be family. I might of not told Dean that I loved him that night, but deep down he knew. Someday I would work up the courage to tell him how I truly felt, that I was always in love with him.♡

[the-winter-spider]

All In Your Head

A/N: I don't know what this is, Im planning on making this a few parts long. I literally just sat down and started writing bs and this is where we got LOL I know this will probably be confusing at first but once i upload and write a few more parts it'll make sense! Enjoy xx

Characters: Mary, Sam, Dean, Reader

Parings: Sam x Dean x Reader!Sister

Warnings: Panic attack, cutting????

Word Count: 1,200

Masterlist

Flashbacks are in italics

You were blessing the boys always told you, they always wanted a little sister, especially Dean, but you always heard your dad, John, say otherwise. Any time he spoke to your brothers about you while you eavesdropped from you bedroom in the motel it was always “she was a mistake” “This wasn’t suppose to happen”

You would always cry for hours at night by yourself, you always told yourself it was because he was drunk he didn't mean those things, regardless if he was sober or not he would always come in while you pretended to sleep, holding back your tears to make sure you were tucked in and safe.

But when John died all those things you always overheard him saying vanished from your mind, the boys never made you feel like you were a mistake, they never made you feel like you didn’t belong, they never singled you out, they did everything they could for you and you did the same.

++

You were happy for the boys when they had their reunion with Mary, you barely knew what it was like to have a Mom and so did they, so you could only imagine how they felt, you couldn’t even put into words how you felt and she wasn’t even your Mom.

When you four made it back to The Bunker, you all piled inside, Mary was amazed with the place and with how her boys grew up to be amazing men. And with that you left them to have their long overdue family moment with each other that they never got. Making your way to your room you plopped down on the bed, thousands of thoughts running through your mind never landing fully on just one to think. Dangling your legs over the edge of your bed. Your eyes gazing the the picture of you three on your night stand, your mind wandering again you were wary and unsure of everything. Would things change with Mary back, would she even stay? Would she even like you? Would she try and take Sam and Dean away from you? Would they love you less with their Mom back?

Your anxiety taking over, your hands were going numb, looking down at them you notice they were shaking, your right knee bouncing up and down, you knew you were about to have a panic attack.

You wanted so badly to run out to your brothers like you always did before it got too far, but part of you held back you didn’t want this to be Mary’s first real impression of you, but at the same time you didn’t want to let the panic attack ride out full force, the boys always stopped it before it could and you were always so thankful for that because it wasn’t a pretty sight when it did, there was always so much blood, and afterwards you always felt so pathetic, like this huge burden on your brothers, they always said otherwise but after it happen was always when your biggest insecurities came out.

++

You requested your own motel room for the first time ever, and the boys didn’t argue or push why, because they knew. The hunt had gone wrong because of you, because of him. They didn’t yell at you for your mistake they knew it wasn’t fully your fault, just as Dean killed the werewolf turning around ready to scold you he stopped when he seen the distant look in your eyes. His heart stopped.

Dean rushed over to you, push passed Sammy. His rough hands placed on your cheeks, he could hear you starting to mumble “no, no, no”

“Y/n, hey baby girl look at me, not him me.” For a split second he could see your pupils return to their normal size, your eyes frantically looked into his “Don't let him take me” before they dilated again, you screamed.

“Sammy!” Dean shouted holding you in place while you started kicking and screaming.

Sam came running from the distant forest “Sam!” Dean shouted again “You need to do if now!”

Sam nodded, he hesitantly grabbed out his knife “Il so sorry y/n” Flicking open his knife he grabbed a hold of your arm, making three small cuts, trying not to push so hard so you wouldn’t lose so much blood but hard enough so you would come back to them, to reality.

++

“Who is she?” Mary asked, looking up at her sons

“Who? y/n?” Dean questioned, the words slightly slurred from his mouth, as he was already into the hard liquor.

Sam rolled his eyes “Who else Dean?” Dean threw his hands up in defence.

Mary looking between Sam and Dean, still waiting for a response. Sam sighed “She’s our sister”

Mary’s face scrunched up in confusion looking at Sam for more clarity “Half sister” he almost whispered out.

“What? She choked out in disbelief

Dean cleared his throat “It was a few years after you passed, We were in this town for awhile. Dad was hunting down the demon that killed you and all the signs pointed to this small town outside Kansas. Dad met y/n Mom, they hit it off. A few years later Dad left for a few days and came back with a 3 year old y/n, and that was that.”

++

You could feel your legs going numb, you opened your bedroom door, tears starting to stream down your face, running out towards the library but stopping before you made it fully there. The walls started caving down, you couldn’t feel anything. Your throat was dry, you couldn’t make out the words to call Sammy or Dean’s name for help.

You felt small, your shaking hands reached for the small switched blade in your boot, bringing it to your upper arm making three cuts, you could feel the sensation it was there, you were here, this was real. You could slowly see The Bunker hallway coming back into view, still stuck between what was real and what was not you did it again to your other arm, your breathing slowing down, a sigh of relief washing over you. Watching the blood drip down your arms into a puddle on the floor, you fell to the ground with a thud. You closed your eyes, you felt like you were falling in a downwards spiral when you finally opened your eyes you could see him standing over you.

“I told you i'd be back” Tears now streaming down your face “You can’t keep me away forever y/n and im quite hurt that you tried to”

“no, no, no, no” you mumbled

“Yes, yes, yes” A smug smile taking over his face “Back to the rack we shall go” He chanted over and over again, skipping in circles around your body. You screamed as loud as you could, your lungs were burning as if they were on fire. You could hear multiple footsteps getting louder as they got closer to you. With what felt like your last breath you screamed “DON'T LET HIM TAKE ME”

[sass-cass-writes]

Floating Downtown - Part 2

Title: The Hunters Club

Author: @sass-cass-writes / @sassy-castiels-angel

Description: Sammy its time to face your coulrophobia with Pennywise! With a string of disappearances occurring in Maine, the Winchester Brothers and the reader, a vivid Stephen King fan, try to stop the monster that snatches children and kills them every 27 years. But what will happen when the circus comes to town?

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader, Beverly Marsh, Demons

A/N: Reader is speech impaired after being tortured by Abaddon’s right hand man and having her vocal cords destroyed. Ive never written mute characters, so this is a first. If anyone has feedback, please give some!

Warnings: brief PTSD of torture, gorey description, angst(?) clowns

tagging: @totallyluckycoffee / @dixonlover1605 , @wonderavian

READ PART ONE HERE, GIFS ARE NOT MINE

You felt the metal on your neck, its chilling tip dripping with death as it dug into your neck. The demon’s eyes were dark and bottomless. You tried to whimper, but how could you? You were scared. The tip of the scalpel dug into your skin cutting through the five thick layers of you neck as his hand expertly dragged down the metal tool as if completing an operation. You screamed, your muscles tensed and pulled making the pain even worse. Thrashing and writhing, your eyes strained at the immense and excruciating pain you felt. They slowly cut your throat, blooding flowing heavily onto the bed and into your lungs as you started to choke on your blood. While taking this opportunity, the demons placed the scalpel under the muscles and flesh that produces your sweet and comforting voice according to Bobby. He started to pull upwards. The scalpel sliced through each stretch of muscle. You tried to screamed but you couldn’t. One muscle, two muscle. The demon smirked evilly. Even worse, the demons were Sam and Dean. SNAP! The final cord and muscle broke as you laid there thrashing weakly.

“Oh sweetheart,” The fake “Dean” said as he stroke your hair gently. You shake as you try to move away. “It hurts us that you’re being put through so much pain.” He smiles cockily exactly like him. “But you have to understand that this is the only way to protect us,” motioning to him and fake “Sam”, “and you care about us, right?” You stay quiet. As much as you want to swear at them, curse and scare them saying the Winchesters, the real, HUMAN ones would skin them alive, you couldn’t. He smirks and mockingly places his hand behind his ear and leans in. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you.” He reaches over and caresses your cheek as you bleed out. This wasn’t the end, they’d bring you back, harass you, get their cursed hands all over your body, cut you up until you die from shock, pain or blood loss. This cycle was repeated daily for the past week. It was even worse seeing that they were also messing with your mind, making you believe Sam and Dean were hurting you. Every bad word they said stung worse than the physical pain. You, surprisingly of all people, started to pray to Castiel. Every night you’d plead him to rescue you and the realisation dawned on you that he wasn’t an angel but a human now. So what could he do? You cried wanting to go home to the confines of the bunker. At least there, demons and monsters were warded off against.

“Y/N?” The question snapped you out of your recollection. You jumped up to see rain drops hit violently against the windshield and slide fast alongside the windows. Lighting struck somewhere in the distance. 1…2…3…4…5- lightning struck again. You sit up and groan, rubbing your head Sam’s jacket draped over you. “You okay?” Sam asked as he drove. The road was pitch black, Baby’s lights illuminating whatever in her path. The radio was on as it played your favourite mix tape. You all had one, you remember Dean making your very own. It was a mix of classic rock, new age and a bit of Australian songs. Dean and Sam had gotten used to your mixtape, even Dean’s favourite collection of Metallica wasn’t favoured as much. Chris Rea’s “Let’s Dance” had just finished with its brass instruments in an upbeat tune and guitar strums played in sync. Prince’s “” started to play, and it was one of your favoruites.

“Dearly beloved,

"We are gathered here today,

"To get through this thing called loved.”

Sam looks at you and smiles a little as you drive in the rain. You nodded in response to his earlier question. He nods and drives tapping the wheel as the techno pop sounds of ‘Prince and the Revolution’ filled the impala. “We’re about forty-five minutes out from Chicago, wanna pop into a motel for the night? OR would our princess prefer a five-star hotel?” He laughs a little as you punch his arm from the pet name and joke. You signed an answer.

“Motel, jackass.” You smile a little. Sam’s phone rang and sure enough it was Dean.

“Get this kiddo’s!"Dean reported into the phone. "I found Abaddon, figure I can take her out."You and Sam looked at each other and sighed.

"Dean,” Sam started. “Wait for us to finish this case and then WE can go kill Abandon.”

“Sorry Sammy, I gotta do this, the Mark’s getting worse.” Your face fell at this. You were there when Dean and Cain exchanged the mark, how it glowed bright red as it formed the cursed seven. Dean reassured you that everything was going to be okay. Last words you ever heard before you got kidnapped. You and Sam sighed, and so did dean after a while. “I’ll wait, just in case something happens.” You and  Sam smile a little. “So where are you guys now? Princes staying in a hotel?” Sam laughs as you flip Dean off and sign to the phone multiple curses. Dean knows what he did, and he laughs a little.

“We’re coming up to a motel now.” Sam said, wheezing from a little laugh.

“Why stay in a motel when your riding in one of the best home on wheels ever? Besides you’re forty five minutes out, don’t waste it.” Dean says, almost offended that any grimy motel was better than the 67 Impala.

“Its 10:43 at night Dean.”

You give a deadpan look a look over at the back seat. And your thoughts were proven right. You signed to Sam your response.

“There’s stains on the apolstry from Dean’s "extracurricular” activities back there!“ Sam snorted a little and laughed. Even though he wasn’t there, you could feel Dean frowning in response to Sam’s giggles.

"Did you just offend my baby, (Y/N)?” Dean almost growled, Sam wheezed and forced his giggles to a halt, you smirking in pride.

“(Y/N) said, from what I understand, that she’d rather spend a night in a grimy motel than a backseat with your cum stains on it. She doesn’t wanna get the clap from you.” Sam said bursting into a tiny giggle as the line went quiet and you couldn’t help but smile widely.  He hangs up as Sam steered the car into a motel lot and got out to book a room.  Whilst he did so, you grabbed the bags and ran inside out of the torrential rain.

-•••-

The next day, you and Sam headed to the office warehouse of Beverly Marsh. Pulling up to the curb in the impala, you stepped out in your FBI suits and walked in grabbing a file and notepad. Walking in, the creek of metal glistened as machines whirred and fabrics torn.

You screamed as they brought the hammer down on your delicate fingers, the force of the steel alloy on the wooden pole impacting with the thin layer of skin and brittle bone. They repeated the motion, until your nerves and bones were broken into nothing but clumps. You screamed and cried as the cold air pierced the open wounds.

“(Y/N)?” Sam asked, grabbing you out of your daze, as your hand felt numb. You looked at him and walked towards the main office a few floors up. The whirring of the elevator above you made you think about the drill.

It spun and whirred quickly as they brought it closer and closer to your face, a scare tactic. You leaned away from it to avoid its impact, until it’s breeze caressed your cheek. The fake “Sam” held you head firmly in place as “Dean” pressed the drill against your cheek. Your skin tore and twisted until in broke from the extreme force as blood splattered and flesh twisted and flew as “Dean"pushed the drill into your skin. The major nerves in your cheek had got caught in the twisting of the metal extension as they tightened and stretched until they snapped making you scream and bite your tongue. Your nails dug into the wooden chair as your gripped it tightly as eyes wide as you whimper. "Sam” held your jaw tightly so you couldn’t cry out. God let this be the end!

“(Y/N)!” Sam gripped your shoulders, gently but concerned as he jolted you awake to the reality. He was kneeled down in front of you as you were cowered in the corner, arms over your face. “Hey, its okay.” You leaned into him as he helped you up and held you. “I got you (Y/N), thats all behind us now.” You nodded as he kisses your forehead and stroked your hair. You looked at him. He didn’t deserve you, he’s too good for you, all you deserved was a translating machine. Not this fucking 6'4" sunshine ray of comfort and sass whom you’re in love with. He tilted your head up and wiped your tears away with the gentlest touch as he gives a small reassuring smile. The elevator comes to a halt as you step back and straighten your dress as Sam does the same. You hear arguing from the office and you instantly raise an eyebrow. A man in a black suit was arguing with a woman wiht fuzzy brown hair, that must be Beverly Marsh. You and Sam walk closer as you knock on the door.

“Who the hell are you?” The man almost yelled.

“Tom, dont talk people like that!” Beverly chastised as he stared at her. You and Sam pulled out your badges and showed them to the couple, Tom’s face falling into one of hidden panic.

“I’m Agent Farris, this is my partner Agent Hutchence. We’d like to talk to Miss Marsh.” Sam said as you both put away your badges.

“We’re about to close a deal with Japanese investors, it can wait.” Tom scowled as he gripped Beverly’s arm and proceeded to the door. You were quick to grab the man’s arm and stop him. “Don’t touch me Agent, I can call you for assault.” He sneered as you stared at him. Sam growled at the man. Nobody ever talked to you like that and walked scot free.

“Five minutes.” Sam growled as he walked to Miss Marsh, Tom reluctantly letting go and walking off pissed. Once he was far away, Sam muttered; “Asshole.” He sat Beverly down as she looked down embarrassed and scared. You gripped her hand reassuringly and smiled. She smiles back as Sam begins the questioning.

“Miss Marsh-”

“Call me Bev.” She requested.

“Bev,” Sam paused. “We came to you because we want to ask you about a string of murders happening in your hometown of Derry.” At that instant, colour drained from her face and swallowed as if a fish swam through her throat. Sam noticing this, softened his face. “I’m sorry-”

“No it’s alright,” Bev reassured. “I just- Derry was a bad moment in my life. I’m sure you’ve heard of psychiatric reports.” She laughs little awkwardly.“

"We know ma'am. But we also know there was an incident with six friends of yours back in the summer of 88’. And people have claimed to have seen a clown.” As if at the word clown, Beverly’s face fell and became scared.

“A c-clown?”

“Yes,” Sam says leaning in. “Bev, just tell us the truth, because we’re going to end it.” She nods and sighs. She began to tell her situation as of 11 years old and how she befriended six male friends. And how he had haunted them. How they defeated him. It sounded so familiar.

“We had went to "It’s” hiding place in the sewers, and we had lost track of Stan along the way. We were scared.“ Beverly said as she fiddled with her fingers, scared of retelling the story.

"Beverly, you said defeated him.” Sam asked as you saw Tom striding towards the office angrier.

“Shit”

“Yes, we had found out tha-”

“I can’t hold off the Japanese Investors time anymore Beverly!” Tom roared, as he looked to Sam. “It’s been well over five minutes Agents.” He strides to Beverly but you once again grab his arm and stand up, giving him a stern look. “Get. Off. Me.” He sneered, the strong stench of alcohol in his breath.

“How about you show her some respect you son of a bitch.” Sam defended as he walked over. “She’s done more good than you ever had. And although she’s mute and lost her voice, she didn’t loose the respect and pride she has.” He stands in front of you and stares at Tom.

“I should go.” Beverly says as she stands, “We’ve been waiting for this deal for a while. If you have any other questions, please ask.” You nod and tap your chin lowering your hand as you sign “Thank You.”  Beverly smiles. “So thats why you didn’t talk, I thought you were shy.” She smiles as she walks out Tom following.

“What a dick.” Sam growled as he turned to you. “You okay?” You roll your eyes and nod closing your notepad full of notes.

“You shouldn’t have aggravated him Sam. As much as he deserves it, he’s not worth it at the same time.” You sign as you look up at him.

“He shouldn’t have talk to you like that (Y/N), you don’t deserve it.”

“Sam…”

“Don’t Sam me, (Y/N). Sam pleads almost. "Men have to respect you, not throw you around like nothing. You’re smart and beautiful, caring and selfless as well as bloody amazing.” Your face softens at his description of you. It’s almost like he’s saying he- NO, he doesn’t. Before you could respond, he walks- no, storms out and to the elevator. You sigh and follow, seeing Tom down the hall gripping Beverly’s arm tightly to bruise her. That would explain the bruises on her legs and cheeks through the make up.

Sam waited for you in the elevator as you walked in. It wasn’t long till you were driving back to the motel.