#adam milligan x sister!reader

[fandom-lover2]

Wayward Adjacent

What if, when Sam and Dean met Adam, he wasn't the only child of John Winchester they found.

Chapter One - Who Are You

Word Count - 1163

Chapter Two - Why Are You Here

I slipped my key into the lock and twisted, and realized that the door was already unlocked.

Well fuck…

Maybe I could still recover from this. Before I had the chance to pull my key out the door, the front door swung open, and I came face to face with a pissed older brother.

“I dropped you off at school two hours ago.”

I shouldered past Adam and into the house, not bothering with my shoes. I wouldn’t be here long.

“Didn’t watch me go into the building.” I shot back, intent on ignoring him for the journey up to my room.

I stopped however when I unexpectantly found two men in our front room. One was freakishly tall, and had longish hair that ended below his ears. The other was tall, but not as tall and had clean cut hair. Both dressed like they came from a small town romance novel, boots, flannel, leather and Carhartt jackets.

“Who the hell are they?”

“Who the hell is she?” me and the shorter one spoke at the same time, and then blinked at one another.

Adam walked in behind me, for some reason holding the framed picture of him and John at his 14th birthday. “This is Andrea.” he introduced as he gestured to me. “Andrea, these are our brothers; Sam-”

 “And Dean.” I finished, John’s words resonating in my head.

The men, my brothers, looked at me with a mixture of surprise and horror. The shorter especially looked mortified at my existence.

“Wait, you knew about them?”

“John mentioned them in passing.” I answered distracted, eyeing them up and down closely.

So, these were the guys I was supposed to turn out like. Jonathan would get a kick out of meeting them

. Wait, but if they were here, then I was right. Kate’s disappearance wasn’t natural, the things in the dark had something to do with this.

“Andrea is only my half-sister.” Adam went on to explain. “When her mother died, John brought her here, and my mom took her in. She’s been living with us for a year and a half.”

The shorter one recovered from his shock and was now pissed. And that pissed off look was the one I knew all too well, because it’s the one I saw every time I looked in the mirror. “So, what did Dad do for your birthdays?” he ground out.

“John never came around for my birthday.” I fired back. “Didn’t even know when it was.”

His eyes softened, pity replacing the pissed off.

“How long has your mom been missing.” the taller spoke suddenly, bringing everyone back to the problem at hand.

“Three days.” Adam answered.

“You the last one to see her?” Shorter one addressed me, now studying me differently.

“No.”

“The neighbor saw her get home Tuesday night but she never made it to work Wednesday morning.”

“Where were you?” Taller one asked me.

“School camp. Got back last night.”

Smaller one froze, his eye catching something. I followed his gaze to the framed picture of Kate and John. He dropped his head, eyes clenched. Maybe my mom wasn’t the only cheating one in the relationship. Adam continued answering taller one’s questions about Kate and her disappearance.

“Should have been here.” Adam added to the end of his explanation, eyes tearing up.

I personally wasn’t as affected by this as I should have been. Sure, Kate was welcoming and nice, but we never really formed a bond. Besides, she was always at work so. And Adam was leaving for college as I moved in, so I only knew it from the few times he was home.

Mostly, I was still thanking God that John was dead. If he found out I’d let something happen to Kate, he’d fucking kill me.

“What the uh, what the cops say?” Shorter one saved us from all the emotion.

“Uhh, they searched the house. They didn’t find anything.” Adam answered. He was quiet for a moment, his eyes getting more tear filled as he bounced a little on his feet. “She wouldn’t leave without telling anybody.” his voice cracked.

I’d been like this, with my mom. A crying, emotional wreck the second anything was wrong with her. When you grow up with a single mom, they become more than a parent. They are a friend, a mother, a constant. Loosing the only parent you have leaves the inner child in you scrambling for something to hold onto.

I’d long since given up needing someone to kiss my boo boos, but Adam was still close with his mom.

The hair on the back of my neck stood on end again. Since I’d gotten back yesterday, I felt on edge. I couldn’t figure out why. Something wasn’t right, had my hackles up. It was beginning to piss me off.

“It looks like she just dropped off the face of the earth, you know?” Adam continued.

It was silent for a few seconds, as the two men, my eldest brothers, looked at one another. It was in that moment that I realized this was the first time all three of my brothers and I were in the same room. I knew of them, Adam didn’t. They didn’t know about Adam and me. In this room, I had the most knowledge. Which meant, I was going to be questioned soon enough.

“Well, I’m just here for my laptop so I’m gonna…” I made to move out the room and back towards the stairs.

“Wait, where are you going?” The tallest asked.

“Somewhere.” I replied, leaving the room and charging up the stairs.

Once at my room, I closed the door and locked it.

Oh my god! Sam and Dean were here! How did they get here? What had Adam done?

If Sam and Dean knew, if Adam had called them, did that mean John know? Would John come? If John knew I’d let something to Kate, if this was all something metaphysical, I had failed.

He was going to kill me. I needed to get out of here, before he got here. Clean my tracks long before he rolled into town. I didn’t have time to waste.

Darting around my room, I grabbed my backpack and began packing everything I thought I needed. Shirts, only 2, a change of pants, spare hoodie, a handful of underwear and three socks, hairbrush.

Why the hell would Adam phone them? Why the hell would Adam think of calling John? I didn’t even know Adam and John were still in contact. Of all the stupid things my older brother had done, this one took the cake.

All I needed was my toothbrush and I’d be set.

Switching out my jacket for a warmer, waterproof coat, I slung my backpack on my shoulder and pulled my door open. And almost collided into a chest.

Shorter one stood before the door, crossing his arms when he spotted my backpack. “Going somewhere?’

Well crap…

[spnsisimagines]

Killed a Monster

Warnings: Some blood? A death? Characters: Sam & Dean Winchester, Adam Milligan, Gordon Walker, Sister Winchester Reader Summary: Adam and the reader get kidnapped by Gordon Reader’s Age: Younger than Adam? It could technically work for any age tho? Word Count: 1723

Y/N: Your Name

A/N: LOOK AT THIS I POSTED A THING AND IT’S A REQUEST. I’m not really sure how I like this one tho I wanted it to be more Adam x reader fluff but it turned out to be more Sam x reader fluff? Which is still good but yeah. Enjoy!

Adam and you have been getting pretty close throughout the few months that he's been around. You were wary of him at first, but as the two of you got closer, you realized you didn't have just two older brothers--now you have three.

One morning you woke up in the motel room a little cold. You then notice that your heat source, also known as Sam, was gone. Dean's gone as well. It's only you and Adam at the moment.  

You rolled over as a small groan escaped your lips. Adam turned his head slightly. You two made eye contact for a second before Adam turned his attention back to his laptop. You lifted your head and looked down the length of your bed to see if your other brothers were there, you saw no one. It was just you and Adam.

"Where did Sam and Dean go?" you asked, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"To get some breakfast," Adam replied, his eyes glued to his laptop.

"Right..." you mumbled just above a whisper. "I'm gonna hop in the shower," you told him, he gave you a slight nod and you headed to the bathroom.

After your shower, you stayed in the bathroom to get dressed and make yourself look ready for the day. You were in the middle of brushing your hair when you heard a loud crash and grunting that followed it. You placed your brush down and looked around the bathroom in search of your gun, that is until you remembered you left it by your bed. Your eyes scanned the bathroom in search of a weapon until finally, they landed on your dirty jeans. You knelt down by them and started searching through your pockets in hopes you would find a knife, but alas, nothing. You stood back up once again, this time you noticed a first aid kit mounted to the wall. You opened it up and started rummaging through it. Finally, your hands grabbed onto a small pair of medical scissors. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.

You crept over to the door and slowly opened it. Your eyes scanned through the small crack the door made. You opened it a little more, inching your way through. You gripped the medical scissors tight. You scanned the room, a window was broken, the door was busted, and the room was a complete mess.

You stepped out of the bathroom, looking for any signs. You glanced behind you, but when you turned back around the one and only, Gordon was standing in front of you. You took a quick breath and in one swift motion you jerked your arm up and tried impaling him with the scissors. He blocked it and countered with one fast punch to the face, knocking you out instantly.

You slowly opened your eyes, taking a deep breath as you lifted your head. Your vision was blurry, but you were able to make out a figure sitting in front of you. You tilted your head slightly and began blinking rapidly in hopes it would get rid of the blurriness.

Your vision cleared and the figure in front of you was Adam, he was unconscious. You closed your eyes and lowered your head slightly, taking a deep breath as the pain started setting in.

Trying to ignore the pain, you started looking around the room, it was an old barn. Looking to your left you saw a table covered in weapons and torture tools. You clenched your jaw, not looking forward to what will come. You turned your head to the right and saw Gordon sitting on a few haystacks, he was watching you closely.

With a small sigh, you lowered your head again.

"We're waiting for your brother to wake up," Gordon spoke, he cut off a slice of an apple and plopped it in his mouth.

"What do you want?" your voice was barely there.

"I want a lot of things. I want every monster in the entire world to be dead, that includes your brother Sam,"

"Sam's not a monster," you replied.

"Oh, yes he is," Gordon hopped off the haystack and walked over to you. He knelt down in front of you, "Your brother may look human, but deep down, he's a monster. One of the things we hunt. I think even you've noticed," Gordon stood up and sauntered back over to the haystacks.

"Noticed what?"

Gordon squinted his eyes just barely, "You mean to tell me that not once have you felt... afraid of him? That he wasn't your brother, but... something else?"

"Never," you spat.

Gordon nodded. "That doesn't matter right now, though. Sam and Dean will be here soon enough," Gordon tossed his apple aside. "While we wait, why don't we... have a little fun?"

"Why torture us?" you looked over to the tools.

"Because... I want Sam to know the kind of monster he is and when he sees his precious little siblings all bloodied up, he'll turn into one,"

You scoffed, "If someone hurt your sibling, wouldn't you turn into a monster?"

Gordon placed his hands on his knees, getting down to be eye-level with you, "I killed my sister,"

That shut you up. There was no negotiating with this guy. You know Sam and Dean will be here soon, but it may not be soon enough. You looked over and saw Adam was awake, you don't know how long he's been awake, but he seemed to understand what was happening.

Gordon moved over to you, placing a knife right against your cheek. You stared him deep in the eyes, not showing any fear. Gordon began to press the tip of the knife into your cheek, he very slowly moved the knife downwards, cutting. You clenched your jaw but kept your eye contact. Your lips twitched at the pain.

"Stop," Adam demanded, not wanting to see you get hurt.

Gordon stopped and flicked the knife off of your cheek. You released the breath you were holding.

"Y'know, you surprised me," Gordon pointed the knife at Adam. "I mean, another Winchester? How many does the world need? I think of it this way, the more Winchester's on this Earth, the more likely it'll end," Gordon turned away from Adam and set the knife down. With one swift motion, Gordon swung around and punched Adam on his cheekbone.

Adam yelped in pain, he shook his head, as to get rid of the pain, and looked back at Gordon. "You're strong, but I still think you're the weakest of all the Winchesters,"

"Do you really think this trap will work? Our brothers are smarter than you think, they won't just walk right into a trap," Adam spoke.

"Are you sure about that?" Gordon motioned towards Sam and Dean who were walking towards you guys, guns pointed at Gordon.

"Let them go," Sam's voice was firm.

"I don't think I'm gonna do that, Sammy," Gordon sauntered over to the torture tools. "I will admit, I underestimated you two, I thought it would've taken you at least another hour to find us,"

"What do you want?" Sam asked, glancing at you and noticing your cut cheek.

"Well, I would like you two to put your guns down. We're just having a nice chat, that's all," Gordon turned around and faced the two. Sam and Dean looked at each other before slowly lowering their guns. "Thank you,"

You slowly started wiggling out of your restraints as Gordon continued talking. "Sam... Do you know why you're here?"

Sam's eyebrows furrowed together, "Because you took my siblings,"

"Yes... And you want revenge. Revenge for what I've put you and your family through,"

"I think I would know if I wanted revenge," Sam scoffed.

"Oh, but you do. You may not notice it, but it's there. You know how I know?" Gordon paused, "Because you and me ain't that different. I mean, we both want to save people, we want to cure the world of this plague, but... If I were you... If I was the monster that is standing right in front of me, I would've ended it a long, long time ago. That's the difference between us. You want to believe you're okay and that you'll get this happy ending, but you know deep down that's not true."

You felt the rope that held your hands unravel and fall to the ground. You looked around for a weapon. Gordon turned back towards the tools and reached for a machete, that's when a loud bang was heard. Your eyes slammed shut, thinking that Gordon had shot you somehow. You opened one eye and saw Gordon laying lifeless on the ground. Your head snapped towards your two oldest brothers and saw Sam pointing his gun in the direction where Gordon once stood.

Sam slowly lowered his gun as Dean rushed to untie Adam, seeing as you were already free. You stood up, stepping over Gordon's body, and walked towards Sam.

You gave him a friendly smile and opened your mouth, but before you could say anything, Dean and Adam walked over to you two. Dean pulled out a rag from his pocket and placed it on your cheek. Dean then placed one hand on your shoulder and the other hand on Adam's. "Well, let's get the hell out of here,"

You arrived back at the motel. You and your brothers were packing up.

"So, Adam," Dean broke the silence. Adam looked over at Dean, "How was your first time getting kidnapped?"

"Oh, yeah, it was great. I had a blast," sarcasm dripped from his voice. You smiled at his words while you zipped up your bag.

"Sam already outside?" you asked as you threw your bag over your shoulder after noticing Sam's absence in the room.

"Think so," Adam replied. You patted Adam's shoulder lightly before heading outside to find Sam leaning against the hood of Baby. You opened the trunk and tossed your bag in before heading over to Sam.

"You alright?" you asked, hopping onto the hood next to Sam.

"I think I should be the one asking you that," he glanced at you.

"I didn't kill a man today,"

"I didn't either," Sam looked at you. You gave him a confused look, "I killed a monster."

Requested by @deanandsamwinchester21 : “Hey can you please do one where you and Adam are kidnapped by Gordon and Sam and Dean have to come and save you both? Maybe fluff as well, doesn't have to be though. Thanks! Btw your writing is amazing!”

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

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Supernatural Masterlist

Main Masterlist

The Good Stuff - Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Mutant not Monster - Part Two - Part Three - Dean Winchester x Female Mutant Reader 

Loving them Both - Part Two - Adam Milligan/ Archangel Michael x Gender Neutral Reader

If Only You Knew - Platonic Dean/Platonic Sam Winchester x Sibling Gender Neutral Reader

Let Me Go - Sam Winchester x Female Vampire Reader

You’re the One that I Want - Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Leave a Message - Dean Winchester x Sister!reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!reader, John Winchester x Daughter!reader, slight Bobby Singer x Daughter!reader

Her Soldier - Soldier Sam Winchester x Female Reader

You’re Beautiful...But - Dean Winchester x Gender Neutral Reader

[self-proclaimed-chaotic-good]

The Road Ahead | Adam Milligan x Reader

Words: 2279

Warning: None, except some typos and Adam not being in this one as much.

A/N: How does writing work again? What do you mean I have to type it out? I’m thinking of a series name for this to organize these continuous oneshots. No promises of regular updates. It’s only when I can.

Continuation of [True Winchester Fashion] and [Night at the Museum].

-

The museum director hummed softly to herself as her heels echoed through the empty halls of the building. The exhibit was coming along nicely and her contact had come through and found an actual grimoire. Finally, her years of searching were finally over. If only she had brushed up on her Latin, then she would have had no problem translating it herself. Her senior curator had fallen sick after a week of trying to translate the ancient book, which left the college student rookie to translate. She had kept an eye on you for some time now. She had seen the potential in you, the potential of witchcraft. It takes practice and intelligence to master it and she had only wished the matrilineal side of her family had kept on the tradition of passing down the defunct coven’s knowledge. No matter. Blood of the coven is thicker than water of the womb, as they say. You make your own family.

With each passing week of you translating the grimoire, more incidents had been occurring around town. She wanted to approach you about it, to help you control the power of the book, but it would mean revealing her intentions too soon. She had watched you run in fear when the growing number of creatures had reached the museum. Then, those damn FBI agents had to get involved. They stopped by the museum after you had reported the bodies of the security guards that night and she had to pretend to be a clueless director that had limited knowledge about the objects in the museum and the history they hold.

It would be a matter of time before the grimoire gets out of control.

Exiting the museum, she felt a cold presence behind her. She spun around and saw a woman with the reddest hair, palest skin, and radiating the most powerful energy she had ever felt. The woman’s red lips split into a smile, a chill running down the director’s back telling her that it wasn’t a friendly one.

“Who are you?” she asked, taking a step back.

“Oh, dear. Oh, sweet dearie. You dare mess with magic and not know who I am?” The woman chuckled, taking a step forward. “I’m Rowena, the most powerful witch that ever graced this horrible planet and… the current Queen of Hell.”

“Queen of Hell. You must be joking.”

Rowena stared her down and the director suddenly felt her knees giving out. “I have been told that I have a grim sense of humor, but I do not joke about this. And you, missy, must think that witchcraft is a joke. What was it? Some kind of soul searching, finding out who you are from your family tree? Think you could feel close to them if you get a fancy old book and a cauldron?” she said mockingly. “What’s your name, sweetheart.”

“Joana Faith,” she gasped as the weight on her shoulders lifted.

Rowena hummed. “You. You need to fix this mess. As much as I love chaos, I love organized chaos and I’m not going to let some amature run around with a powerful grimoire like she’s in Harry Potter. You watch yourself, because I will also be watching you, Joana Faith.”

“Alright, alright.” Joana slowly picked herself off the ground. “And what about those FBI agents that have been snooping around? How is all of this going to be explained?”

Rowena rolled her eyes, a mix of irritable fondness in one gesture. “Those boys. They probably already know by now. As long as you set things right, you don’t have to worry about them. You do know how to stabilize that grimoire, right?”

“Well…”

Rowena rolled her eyes again.

-

Adam felt Michael’s presence in the back of his mind, asking to take over. “I can help,” the archangel said. Adam nodded, taking a step back and allowing Michael to take control.

“I don’t know what to do,” you moaned, clutching your head between your hands as eerie figures began to crowd around the windows of your apartment.

Your eyes landed on the grimoire, the leathery surface and crispy pages drawing you in like a magnet. Heat radiated off of the old padlock as your hand drifted closer. There were ancient powers in that book, power to change things, to manipulate them, and to end things. And the grimoire chose you.

You could hear Adam’s voice, but it sounded like you were under water. You couldn’t catch what it was, but you felt your heart pick up in panic. This wasn’t right. This was something that you don’t know about… but maybe you can learn to.

Firm hands gripped your shoulders as you were yanked away from the grimoire. Adam’s hazel eyes were looking down at you, but it didn’t feel like Adam. You still couldn’t understand what he was saying. He frowned, pressing two fingers onto your forehead. Heat spread through your head, brightness filling your vision as if you were pulled out of the ocean.

“Sam and Dean will be coming to deal with the monsters outside, but I need you to focus.” He paused, watching as your eyes still drifted down to the grimoire. “That thing doesn’t call to just anyone, you know.”

As you calmed yourself, so did the noises outside, the dark shadows disappearing from view. Your eyes snapped back to him. “What does that mean?”

“It means, my dear, that you have a gift and a curse,” came a Scottish woman’s voice.

You spun a head around and saw a red haired woman and Joana who looked haggard. The red haired woman rolled her eyes at her.

“Oh, please, you want to be a witch and you can’t even handle teleportation,” she chided. She looked over at you and Adam and smiled. “Hello, Michael. Fancy seeing you here. Playing college student, I see.”

“Rowena,” ‘Adam’ said with a curt nod, “You’re here for the book.”

“Of course I am. Even if the Winchesters deal with those monsters outside, there’ll be more coming if we don’t get that book under control. You,” Rowena sauntered over to you, “How much of the book you’ve read already?”

“Almost all of it,” you said sheepishly.

She hummed, looking almost impressed. A grimoire would be difficult for a beginner, but for someone who had no experience to make it that far into the book is a feat in itself. Maybe you’d be useful to her in the future, or maybe become a potential apprentice.

“Well, you two are glad that I’m here. Listen up, I’m about to give you a Witchcraft crash course and I expect you to pay attention. You wouldn’t want me to visit you when I’m upset. Michael, help those boys outside while I sort this out, would you?”

Adam stood up and gave her a look of warning. “Make sure (Y/n) is safe-”

“Or else what, dearie?” she smirked. There wasn’t much use arguing with the Queen of Hell, especially if it was Rowena Macleod.

He glowered before turning to you. “It’s going to be okay,” he assured you.

You watched him disappear with a small gust, strands of your hair flying out of your face and loose paper flying off the table. “What do you mean by Michael?” you asked Rowena.

“Oh, he didn’t tell you? Your boyfriend Adam is the vessel of the archangel Michael,” she said nonchalantly, “but we’ll unpack that later. We’ve got work to do.”

-

There was an energy that coursed through your veins that you never knew was possible. It was invigorating, like you could fly or punch through a wall. Rowena warned you about becoming too power hungry.

“Ambition is good, but too much can kill you,” she said, then added with a smirk, “Unless you find a way to cheat death, I suggest you know your limits first.”

After the incident with the grimoire, everything seemed to go back to normal. Your friend, who the Winchesters had saved from the vampire den also had no recollection, convinced that she was drugged and kidnapped while your other friend was not so lucky in getting out. The two of you mourned all the same, but only you knew how she really died. No one in town even remembered what happened with the disappearances and the killings, except for you and Joana. You now see her in a different light, knowing what her main goal was in creating the Salem witch exhibit. Her talk with Rowena seemed to humble her and she regarded you with a little more respect than she used to. The exhibit was still ongoing, but this time, no dangerous objects for display. No, that grimoire stayed with you after Rowena helped the two of you contain it. It was now imprinted with you and under your care. You didn’t know where to start.

Adam had disappeared that night and no one remembered him, either. It was as if he had vanished along with everything that was unnatural, like some weird fever dream. Rowena had said that he was a vessel to an angel, the archangel Michael of all things. In any other circumstances, you would have had a hard time believing it, but with the grimoire and the monsters and witches that came with it, it was just another piece to the universal puzzle found. Now you know the truth. The things in stories like the werewolves, the vampires, the witches, and even angels and demons, were all real, and there were people that dealt with them within the shadows. They come and go and only a few even notice them. They save lives without any recognition or reward. Hunters, they were called. The Winchesters.

After graduating college, you weren’t sure what you wanted to do. There was the museum library, but it was no longer what you wanted to do. Now that you have discovered witchcraft, you wanted to know what you could do. Maybe you could help people, too, like Adam and his brothers.

You cleared up your desk at the museum as you snacked on the brownies that a senior curator had brought in for your last day. They were sad to see you go, but you told them that you had applied to a museum in the city and wanted to see where you went from there.

“You are always welcomed back here,” one of them said as they hugged you.

Your last stop was the cemetery where your friend had already left flowers. She didn’t talk to you all that much, saying she needed more time with her family and had sought professional help to cope with your mutual loss. Maybe it was for the best. You still blamed yourself for your mutual friend’s death after all.

You turned to leave and was immediately faced with Joana. She had dropped her perky and enthusiastic mask that she had kept up around others and offered a sympathetic smile instead.

“I’m sorry about your friend,” she said, “I didn’t realize that an old leathery book would cause this much trouble. I’m sorry.” She looked around, eyes squinting as the summer sun beamed down on the two of you. “I heard you were leaving town. Good for you. I… there’s another thing I should apologize for.”

It was then you realized that she had a small book tucked under her arm. She pulled it out and handed it over to you. It was worn from constant use, scribbles and rough sketches on every page. Flipping through them, words like wendigo, werewolves, and revenant, stood out.

“It had been left on your desk that night when… the whole thing with the grimoire had been put to rest. I got curious and… I might have borrowed it. I realized it must have been left by those hunters that had helped us,” Joana explained.

“Possibly by Adam,” you muttered, closing the journal.

“Adam. Rowena said that he was a vessel of an angel. Is that true? Did you know?”

You shook your head. “Not sure how much from the Queen of Hell is true but I wouldn’t be too surprised anymore if it was. There is a lot out there that people don’t know about. What about you? What are you going to do now?”

She shrugged. “I could dabble here and there. I think I want to use it to protect this town, though. After everything that happened, I realized the impact of one thing could have on a whole community, especially when it involves things that people don’t believe existed. If those hunters hadn’t come here, hell, even if Adam hadn’t decided to go to school here, who knows what would have happened.”

“Yeah. Makes you think about those that weren’t so lucky. I’m going to try to learn more about this… this whole business with supernatural things. If I have a gift, I should use it, right?”

Joana nodded before stepping back. “Well, good luck. Come back whenever and tell me about what you’ve found. I’m curious, but I don’t think I’m cut out for venturing.”

“I’ll be sure to do that.”

As you walked towards your car, there was the bittersweet ache in your chest. You had never lived away from home before, the town was practically all you knew. Yet, there was something inside of you that felt that you had the potential to do more and be more than what you were now, and it wasn’t going to change unless you stepped away into something new.

The road ahead was dangerous, but it was better than staying in one spot forever. Maybe one day, you would even run into Adam again.

[the-and-sign-anon]

Voices In My Head

Pairing: Michael, Lucifer, Balthazar x sister! Reader Adam x archangel! Reader (platonic)

Summary: Y/N has been MIA for over a year. Dean has returned to hunting, Sam is out of the Cage, and Castiel is at war in Heaven. But her brothers are all that matters to her.

Word count: 1,710

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“Cas, have you found Y/N yet?”

“No, Dean.” The angel sighed heavily. “I have looked everywhere, even in Heaven. I have no clue where she is.”

“How? It’s been over a year and neither of you have seen or heard from her?” Dean was getting impatient. Sam had been hunting and Cas was fighting for leadership of Heaven, and somehow neither of them had come across any sign of the missing archangel.

Cas missed his older sister dearly and would do just about anything to get her back, but he knew that losing Michael and Lucifer to the Cage took a toll on her. He’d almost hoped that his war with Raphael might bring her out of the shadows, but she was nowhere to be found.

“I went on hunts all over the country with the Campbells, but no one ever mentioned an archangel. I would guess she’s still in her original vessel, so I can make some calls and ask again.”

“Dean, I hate to say it, but…”

“Cas?”

“What if she doesn’t want to see any of us? Because of us, two of her brothers are stuck in the Cage, one is dead and I’m fighting a war against the last one.”

“Because of us, Michael and Lucifer are both alive and the world didn’t end. If anything, she should be overjoyed to see us.”

Sam and Cas both gave Dean a harsh look. They knew there was no way Y/N would ever talk to them again, regardless of how much Castiel being her brother meant to her.

___________

“Y/N, do you have to read so much? There’s gotta be something else you can do with your time.”

“Lucifer, she can do whatever she wants to. Because of you, she spent the last few millenia rotting in a cage with you. If she wants to read, she can read.”

“Both of you, quiet. We agreed that when I’m reading, you both entertain yourselves without torturing each other. We have calm, rational discussions and we are not petty. Remember?”

You kept your voice low in the public library, though the other patrons had grown used to your behavior. The small town you stayed in after the not-Apocalypse was calm and friendly. Everyone knew everyone else, but they welcomed you with open arms. The librarian had become your friend, letting you spend most of your days curled up in a corner reading books or talking to yourself.

Michael and Lucifer, and sometimes Adam, had grown accustomed to following you around. During the first month or two, with you being their only link to the world outside the Cage, they talked endlessly. There was a great deal of arguing, threats, and screaming meant only to irritate each other, but eventually they calmed down enough for you to reason with them. Michael was upset with his brother of course, and Lucifer was too, but with Adam’s help, you convinced them to be civil and start talking through their problems.

Your grief had subsided considerably when you first heard the screaming match between your brothers. You nearly cried when you saw them the next morning. But what really got to you was Adam. The bright young man who had been hurt because of his family and left alone only to be dragged back into the conflict struck a chord with you. He was grateful for the chance to talk with you, and while your brothers fought those first days, hardly taking note of you at all, Adam shared the few happy stories Michael had shared about you.

Strange as it was, Adam was your best friend. He didn’t judge you for the choices you’d made and he served as a helpful guide on Earth. The only one he didn’t blame in the whole ordeal was you. You were sort of like kindred spirits and both of your brothers knew to be gentle with Adam for your sake.

“Y/N, can I pick the next book you read? I know your preferences, so I figure I can pick a good one.”

“Go right ahead, Adam. I’m almost finished with this one. I'll check out your pick, then we’ll head home for the day.”

________

You made your way down the street with your book bag over your shoulder and Lucifer making faces at people as you passed. Adam and Michael were talking casually about prophets of old and the creation of stars. A typical Friday evening. Until a man stopped in his tracks and stared at you intently.

“Y/N?”

You stared back, taking a moment to realize this was in fact an angel, who shouldn’t know how to have found you. Your mental entourage stared at him as well, then Michael recognized him.

“Y/N, that’s Balthazar!”

“What’s he doing here? I thought angels couldn’t find her.”

“They can’t. Right? Lucifer, you got anything?’

“Mmm… No.” He got that mischievous glint in his eye that always meant trouble. “But maybe we should torture him to find out.”

“Or we can just ask him, boys. I’m sure he’ll tell us.”

The angel in question glanced around, saw no one you might have been talking to, then stayed at your side while you continued on your way. Michael kept watching Balthazar intently like he might attack you, Lucifer continued to poke at the passing townspeople despite not actually being able to touch them, and Adam tried to rein him in. When you got back to your apartment, you let the angel in and started making spaghetti.

“So, Balthazar. How did you find me?”

“You know my name?”

“Michael does. Now answer my question.”

“Ah. I didn’t intend to find you, honestly. Cassie has me on the lookout for angelic energy that might be a problem for him in his quarrel with Raphael, and I happened to catch a whiff of you. I had no idea I’d come across the more agreeable fallen archangel.”

“Who said I’m not agreeable? I’m a delight!” Lucifer threw himself onto your couch as if to prove his point.

“You’re the Devil, Lucifer. You’re the definition of disagreeable.” Adam settled in your chair while Michael simply shoved Lucifer off to sit on the couch.

“I’m the nicest Devil you’ll ever meet, Winchester.”

“Milligan!”

“Whatever.” Lucifer sat on Michael in retaliation, bringing an annoyed look to his brother’s face.

“Boys.”

Balthazar looked at you, then the living room where you directed your voice, then back at you. If he had an idea of what was going on, he didn’t say it. INstead, he simply shook his head and focused on you again.

“Can I ask why you’ve been hiding from all your dear siblings? Avoiding the Winchesters, I can understand; Raphael, too. But why ignore Cassie and the rest of us?”

“Because I’m done with all of it. At least, I’m trying to be. A large portion of my eternal life was spent in a cage with absolutely nothing to do, in case you’ve forgotten. Now that I’m out and the world didn’t end, I’m living the rest of my life to the fullest. I’ve been reading, travelling a bit, even socializing.”

“If talking with your invisible brothers counts, sure.”

You gave Lucifer a pointed look and put the noodles in the pot on your stove. Balthazar kept looking around your home like he was trying to find something, but he was still engaged in your conversation.

“I’ve lost too much already. Now I have a home here and I haven’t been doing anything heavenly since the Apocalypse that didn’t come.”

Adam looked at you and Michael and Lucifer scoffed lightly. They all knew that even though you had turned off ‘angel radio’ as you’d heard the WInchesters call it, you had been listening to prayers. You only answered a few, and usually you stayed with smaller stuff; healing broken bones, helping children or people plagued with nightmares sleep, and lessening the pain from illnesses. You just couldn’t help it. After your first prayer to your Father, you remembered that you could hear the prayers of humans if you wished, so every night, for just a few minutes, you sat in the middle of your floor and listened. Adam and your brothers understood the importance of this, so they went silent and you answered a few prayers.

“Do you know what’s been going on in Heaven? I was going to stay out of it myself, but Cassie dragged me into it. He’s at war with Raphael.”

“Raphael is still alive, then. That’s good. I’d hate to lose another one. As for Castiel,” You drained the extra water from your noodles, dished some into a bowl, and poured some sauce on top. “I’m afraid his war is none of my concern. My life does not belong to Heaven or whoever rules there. I am happy here and I intend to stay that way.”

“Alright. I suppose I can’t change your mind.” He didn’t seem to care much, though he had a minute ago.

“I would appreciate it if you didn’t mention this little encounter to Castiel. I know he’s been looking for me.” Your younger brother seemed a little startled by that, but you continued. “I’ve felt every time he’s tried to contact me. I like it here and I’d hate to have to relocate.”

Adam looked proud of you. Despite the fact that, as an archangel, you were much older and more powerful than him, the youngest Winchester son had come to see you as a little sister. There was so much about Earth that he’d had to teach you and in spite of everything, you were still so innocent that he couldn’t help it. Now, seeing you stand up for your right to stay out of the conflict among your other siblings, he was proud and excited.

Michael and Lucifer were a bit surprised at the slightly threatening tone in your voice, considering they’d never seen you as confrontational. You had always stood in the name of peace and civility, even when facing the Darkness (you only ever called her Amara) or seeing Lucifer’s misdeeds. But now you were ready to fight for your own peace and quiet.

“Of course. He doesn’t need to know. It’s your choice.”

[sophielovesbarnes]

All or Nothing

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Winchester!reader

Warnings: none yet

Author note: Hello! ❤️ so this idea has been running on my mind for months and I hadn’t brought myself to write it, but due to the COVID my classes are cancelled which has me with a lot of spare time in my hands.

The story will make a kind of crossover with Supernatural, pretty much I will be using some of the characters in a AU.

Please let me know what do you think and dm me if you want to be tagged.

Chapter one.

You’ve always loved this; the adrenaline that rushes through your veins when you are thrown into the air and you fly so high that it feels like you are going to touch the stars, the excitement that fills you with every jump, the rush you get when you listen to the joyful voices that surround you, cheering every move you make, the smile on your teammates' faces that assures you that they are as passionate about this as you are.

These are the great things about being a cheerleader, things that not many people see or understand; you’ve been called vain, bimbo, basic, the thing is that you don’t people that have never felt this emotion will ever understand.

They won’t understand the sacrifices needed to get there, to make every move coordinated, the weeks of practice behind fifteen minutes on the stage; they wouldn’t understand the permanent calluses and blisters covering your feet and hands, feeling your muscles so weak as noodles after practice, the hours of training devoted everyday, the sweat, the blood and the tears; but those fifteen minutes, God, they made you feel like heaven.

**

After the music ends, signalling the end of the halftime you and your squad head back to the edge of the field, waving hello and throwing kisses back and forward.

When you finally reach your bench, you throw yourself to your water bottle and feel the relief of it’s cold contents hydrating your throat.

"It went well." Ingrid says, you can see her chest going up and down rapidly and short black hairs sticking to her sweaty forehead. "Truth be told I really thought I was gonna mess up that basket."

"Double kicks are a bitch." You agree and take one last sip from your water bottle, after you both catch your breath and both football teams are on their spot ready to start the next time you put down your bottle and grab your pom poms, preparing yourself to keep everyone's spirits up until the end of the game. "Ready?"

"Let’s do this." She smiles, and you both go back to position chanting and cheering for your team.

Forty-five minutes later, the crowd erupts into claps and screams when your team scores their last touchdown making them victors of this game, the squad jumps into hugs celebrating your victory.

The game is over and everyone starts to abandon the bleachers, so you take your bag and head to the locker rooms followed by the rest of the team, discussing what went well and wrong on the routine, the pre-spring break stress that’s building up, how cute the linebreaker looked, but mostly everyone is talking about the upcoming celebration party.

When you get to your locker, you untie your ponytail, letting your head recover it’s proper blood flow, you get undressed, carefully folding your uniform and proceed to step into the shower. The hot water loosens up your muscles and brings you to a sleepy point of relaxation. You finish showering and step out, wrapping your body with a fluffy white towel.

"Are you sure you’re not going to Liam’s party?" A tall brunette girl asks as she walks behind you. “It’s the event of the year.”

"Thanks Alice but I really want to attend the FBI lecture tomorrow and a hangover would keep me from actually paying attention." You reply simply as you get dressed and pack the rest of your stuff into your bag.

"Well I’m sure Liam will miss you." She implies. "He was very enthusiastic about having you there."

"He’ll survive." You give her a playful smile and throw the strap of your bag over your shoulder. "Night girls see you tomorrow."

They reply almost in chorus and, you wave goodbye walking out from the locker room, spinning your car keys on your finger. The parking lot is almost empty, most people are either back on their dorm rooms or on their way to Liam’s party, so the way back to your apartment is peaceful, just the sound of the wheels rolling on the road and the wind running through the windows.

Originally you lived on the dorm rooms like most of the squad, but at the beginning of this school year your brothers had surprised you buying an apartment just for you, quoting Dean's words it was easier to concentrate on your own space and you deserved a nice and private place to live, after all, you had a full scholarship ride so you didn’t have to worry about paying tuition.

Truth be told, you really liked the apartment; the building is fifteen minutes away from your school, and your neighbors are nice and quiet. When you first got the place, you, Dean, Sam, and Adam had spent an entire weekend painting the walls, decorating and equipping the place so it could fit all your necessities.

The kitchen is right next to the entrance door, behind it it’s the living room, there’s only one loveseat and the tv is in front of it, there are photographs everywhere, your brothers are on the most of them, there’s one from your first competition, you are sitting on Dean’s shoulders, holding high the trophy you and your squad won, Sam and Adam hugging Dean from each side, there’s one from your graduation, the KU game where Dean finally decided to introduce you to and your brothers to Castiel, next to it is the one from their wedding, there’s also one from your prom where you and your ex where crowned king and queen for the last time; you still keep the crown and the band displayed on your room.

You love the apartment, even though you live alone and far from Kansas and your brothers, they made it feel like home.

You leave your keys and your bag next to the door and then head to your bedroom where you strip out of your clothes and put on your pjs, you fall asleep the second your head touches the pillow.

The next morning your alarm starts beeping exactly at 6 o’clock, you have made a cocoon in the blankets that’s so warm and comfortable that you refuse to move, but eventually the beeping sound off the alarm becomes unbearable and you know for a fact that if you don’t get up from your bed soon you are going to be late for class; so you begrudgingly get up from the bed and slam the button of the alarm turning it off.

One hour later your hair and your makeup are neatly done, you have replaced your pajamas with jeans and a white bustier with puff sleeves, and you are ready to step out if the door, bag on one hand and coffee on the other one.

When you get to the auditorium, your best friend Maia is already there saving a seat for you, you distinguish her from her curly hair and her cinnamon skin, she smiles at you when she sees you.

“You’re late.” You drop your bag on the chair next to her and then take a seat.

“My bed and I were too comfortable together this morning.”

“I getcha.” She replies, her New York accent marked on her words. “Are you excited?”

“Totally, I’ve been looking towards this lecture for weeks.”

A few minutes later three men step on the stage, accompanied by the principal, there’s a man in his sixties, with black hair and a kind smile, you know he is David Rossi, you have re-read his book over and over since you were little. There’s also a bald black man, and you can almost see his muscles through his shirt.

But the third man is the one who has your complete attention.

You’re completely fascinated with him from the second he steps into the podium, there’s something on his messy brown hair, his shy smile, and the way he fidgets nervously with his fingers that makes your heart flutter.

A few moments later the room starts to fill and when every seat is taken the older man takes a spot on the podium and clears his throat.

“Good morning, I am Agent David Rossi, and these are my partners, agent Derek Morgan and Doctor Reid.” He points at each of the men and they both give a courteous nod.

“Research, casework, and training to hunt down monsters, rapists, terrorists, pedophiles, and our specialty, serial killers.” Agent Rossi turns his back and lets agent Morgan continue.

“Does anybody here know what a serial killer is and what makes it different from a spree killer or a mass murderer?” He asks, and you raise your hand almost immediately, he grants you the word and you smile.

“A mass murderer is someone who kills four or more people on the same location and on the same time period, spree killers murder two or more victims on different locations and they don’t have a cooling period.” You reply. “Serial killers have three or more victims; they usually select the victim with anticipation and there is a cooling period between each murder.”

“It’s very good, by statue three is the magic number, and it’s actually more qualitative than quantitative for us.”

“Today we’re gonna talk about how some serial killers get made.” Rossi continues, “Because if you can understand that, then you can figure out a way to catch them.”

After that Morgan proceeds to introduce two girls, both victims of the same serial killer; whom as Rossi describes as the most prolific killer they’ve had.

“One thing you should understand is that no two killers are the same, they each occupy their own point on the behavioral spectrum.” After listening to agent’s Reid’s rapid voice, you officially consider yourself a goner. “Genetics, brain chemistry, psychology, and environment are all factors.”

“We believe that this particular killer grew up in an environment so adverse that he never had a chance.” Morgan adds. “He endured years of cruel and abject physical abuse as well as horribly profound psychological abuse.”

“Now let me be clear, most abused kids do not turn into killers, but this particular unknown subject, or unsub suffered extreme abuse and it has everything to do with why he does what he does.” Agent Rossi explains, after that they project the images from the unsub’s murder scenes and they give the details of his MO.

“I’m gonna be sick.” Maia whispers to you as she covers her eyes and retreats into her seat to avoid watching the gruesome pictures displayed on the wall.

When they finish explaining the case, sharing the details and the profiling process they open the podium for questions, again you are the first and only one to raise your hand.

“Yes? Miss…”

“Winchester.” You complete “So, you said that not all abused kids become killers, but what is the breaking point where some of them do and some don’t?”

“The majority of the most prolific and dangerous serial killers were genetically disposed to behave antisocially and furthermore grew up in an environment that cultivated a disregard for the lives of others.” Agent Reid answers “One gene in particular is linked with an increased risk of violent or aggressive behavior; monoamine oxidase A, it controls the production of a protein that breaks down brain-signaling chemicals like dopamine, noradrenalin, and serotonin, which all influence mood, there’s a variant of the gene called MAOA-L, it causes people to produce less

of the protein that breaks down these signaling chemicals, which in turn causes them to build up. An excess of these chemicals, leads to impulsive behavior; such as hypersexuality, sleep disorders, mood swings, and violent tendencies.

“So it can be inherited?”

“The heritability of the antisocial personality disorder is estimated to be 0.38. Heritability is the proportion of differences in traits in a population that are due to genetic differences as opposed to differences in the environment. A heritability of 0.38 tells us that, on average, about 38 percent of the individual differences that we observe in degree of “sociability” or “anti-sociability" are in some way attributable to individual genetic differences.”

“Thank you.” You smile at him, and you can swear there’s a pink blush coloring his cheeks as he smiles back at you.

There are just a couple more questions, most of them directed to morbid curiosity about the case, when they are done answering, agent Rossi opens an invitation to all the attendees to join the FBI, which brings a query about the requirements and the preparation his team had; again, Spencer is the one who answers.

“Most of us have done extensive postgraduate work in areas such as abnormal psychology, and sociology, as well as an intensive study of relative casework and existing literature.” He keeps his hands in the pocket of his navy blue pants.

“But that is after the selection to the unit, first you have to be an agent, work in a field, and that’s what we are here to talk about.” Spencer retreats himself to the back of the stage, almost leaning against the wall. “For that, the academics are wide open, everyone in this room, once you graduate; regardless of your course study; is eligible to apply to the FBI.”

“What did you study?” The guy wearing the Cardinals hoodie, sitting two rows behind you asks.

“Criminal justice, but sports appreciation was all full up at my Community College.” There’s a soft general laugh, but you can’t take your eyes from the Doctor.

“And you Doctor Reid?” You ask, looking him straight in the eyes. “What did you study?”

“I-I hold doctorates in Chemistry, Mathematics and Engineering, as well as BAs in psychology and sociology.”

“You’re drooling.” Maia mocks in a whispered tone, causing you to blush.

“Shut it.” You whisper as you try to slow down your heart rhythm. “How old are you?”

“Thirty-four as of last month, thirty-four; I, I also completed an additional BA in Philosophy, which reminds me that I have a joke.” He chuckles nervously and keeps talking “How many existentialists take to screw in a lightbulb? Two, one to change the lightbulb and one to observe how it symbolizes an incandescent beacon of subjectivity in another world of cosmic nothingness.”

You giggle softly, but the rest of the room seems to remain silent, Maia looks at you with an eyebrow raised like she is trying to figure you out.

“It’s fun, you know? Because that’s what existentialists do.” You explain on a murmur.

The silence of the spectators makes Spencer shift timidly and he starts to speak again, trying to explain the joke when he gets cut off by agent Rossi.

“Okay, before he does his Quantum Physics knock-knock joke.” This is what makes the class laugh while you stay quiet “Do we have any other questions about opportunities in the FBI?”

There are only a couple more questions, and when the lecture is over Morgan and Rossi find themselves surrounded by curious students, and girls fussing over them, Spencer stays alone and he starts to pack his things on his bag, you take a deep breath and make your way down towards him.

“That was really interesting.” Your voice seems to startle him, he turns around and runs his fingers through his hair messing it up just a bit more. “I really enjoyed it.”

“Uh thanks, Miss Winchester.”

“Y/N is fine.”

“Y/N.” He repeats and changes his weight from one foot to the other. “You seemed interested in the BAU.”

“I am, I mean, I still have a couple years left in college but joining the FBI does sound interesting.”

“Well, if you have any more doubts, you can... you know, call.” He hands you a white card with the FBI emblem on it, as well as his name and phone number; you take the card without breaking eye contact and give him a coy smile.

“Will do.”

A/N: so that’s it, please let me know what do you think ❤️

[marvelnaturalock]

What I want in SPN 15

Dean and Cas are in Purgatory, and he calls Cas 'babe' instead of "buddy'. Accidentally of course

Adam and Sam and Dean go on a hunt together

Destiel becomes canon

Eileen tells God to shove it

KEVIN IS ALIVED. PLEASE LET THEM BRING KEVIN BACK ALIVE

Destiel gets that flower but then Michael says, "That was free couples therapy"

Jack fights the Empty and wins

JACK AND THE WAYWARD SISTERS MEETING

Destiel is canon

Dean and Benny meet again in purgatory

CHARLIE AND JACK MEETING

Rowena does magic to bring Crowley back

Destiel is canon

Jack is back

Amara kicks Chuck's butt

Crowley is back

Destiel is canon

Ketch is back (sue me, I like Ketch)

Destiel is canon

AMARA AND MICHAEL TEAM UP!

Cas calls Chuck "assbutt"

Lucifer is killed to death, permanently

GARTH IS BACK!

Gabriel is magically alive

Destiel is canon

CHARLIE AND THE WAYWARD SISTERS MEETING

The bunker becomes a FULL family zone

Destiel is canon

There is a party in the bunker and the Wayward sisters take a SHIT TON OF pictures and then they take one of everyone. Dean low-key hangs it up in his room

The picture has: Eileen, Jack, Rowena, Crowley (sulking), Ketch, Sam, Dean, Castiel, Donna, Bobby, Charlie, Jody, Patience, Alex, Claire, Adam, Garth, Gabriel, Kevin and Jack.

DESTIEL IS CANON!!

Edit: BALTHAZAR IS BACK!

THIS IS WHAT I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS

[timeladyjamie]

The Winchester Sister Tales - Seasons 1-5 covers

Jayne was never meant to have the life of a normal person. She was born to be special, destined to be the Slayer and be raised as a Winchester. Her life ends up taking a turn when she comes across the Archangel Gabriel who claims to be her guardian angel, changing things as they know it, for angels and humans aren't meant to be together. Slow Gabriel/OC Romance. Canon Divergent. AU

[waywardrose13]

A Lost Soul

Request from Anonymous: How about an angsty fic where the Winsister!reader lost her soul and tells Sam and Dean that they aren’t her real brothers and that she blames them for Adams death (her real brother) or something like that                                    

Summary: After the reader loses her soul, her deep seated blame for her twin brother’s death comes to light, and she wants to avenge Adam in the only she knows how: to kill the reason he’s dead, which just so happens to be her half brothers: the Winchesters. 

Pairing: Winchesters x Half-sister!Soulless!Reader, Adam Milligan x Twin-sister!Reader

Word Count: 2427

Warnings: Angst, language, soulless!reader, character death, self loathing, blood, *Trigger Warning- Suicide*

A/N- I asked y’all to send me some angsty requests and man did you deliver. However, so did I. I’ve been in the angst mood (when am I not?) and so I got a bit carried away. This was supposed to be only 1k words or so but it’s not and I strayed a bit off the path. I wrote something completely different than I had originally planned. It just sorta came out and uhm... Yeah so... Enjoy? And don’t read if you’re triggered by suicide. 

A/N 2- Also, I couldn’t really come up with a great idea of how the reader lost her soul. It’s an okay idea but not my best so bare with me. It’s not really the main point of the story anyway.

Feedback is encouraged and greatly appreciated! It’s what keeps me motivated and it always makes me smile:)

[ Send me an angsty request! ]

The crinkled picture sat heavy in her hands, the smiling faces haunting her. Her eyes were distant, cold; cloudy with the memories of what once was. The old her stared into the camera, eyes bright, arms around her twin brother’s neck as he gave her a piggyback ride.

If she saw this a week ago, she would have cried.

But now she hardly felt anything. Her chest didn’t ache for him, didn’t long to have him beside her. No. Instead, she just felt the bloodlust, the absolute rage towards the men who caused him to die.

She stood suddenly, eyes looking up and locking with her reflection. Jaw set, eyes hard, nostrils flared. She looked downright terrifying. And now, she no longer felt the remorse for the buried feelings of the men whose blood she wanted to spill. Now, because of what had happened, she didn’t feel anything.

She bent down and retrieved the long knife, the one the eldest had given her. The blade gleamed in the moonlight that streamed through the open window, the breeze blowing the curtains and her hair, the cool air soothing her hot skin. Rolling her shoulders, she shoved her gun in the back of her jeans, slipping a second blade into her belt and twirled the knife, making her way out the door and into the night.

***

“Anything?” Sam asked, walking into the library. Dean shook his head.

“Nope.” Sam sighed.

“This makes no sense,” he said. “Why would she trade her soul for something? What did she trade it for?”

“I don’t know,” Dean said. “But obviously, she didn’t get what she wanted.”

“So her soul is gone… for nothing?” Sam said. “Who did she trade it to?”

“An angel,” Cas said. Dean raised a brow.

“How do you know?”

“It’s been all over angel radio. She wanted to trade her soul for another life, but they retrieved her soul before holding up their end of the deal.”

“Why would an angel do that?” Sam asked.

“Desperation,” Castiel answered. “Heaven is desperate.”

“Wouldn’t put it past those dicks anyway,” Dean muttered. Cas shot him a look.

“It still doesn’t make sense. Since when are angels making deals?” Sam questioned.

“They aren’t. That’s what I’m saying,” Cas said. “They tricked her.”

Dean opened his mouth to reply but the sound of the bunker door opening had the men’s heads snapping in the direction of the sound. Their breaths hitched in their throat at the sight of Y/N at the top of the balcony, face stone cold, each hand holding a long blade.

“Hey, brothers,” she said cooly. A small smirk appeared on her lips, a smile that made shivers go down the men’s spines. “I’m home.”

She slowly walked down the stairs, her eyes keeping themselves on Sam and Dean. Her hand was tightly latched to the blade’s handle, and when she reached the bottom of the stairs, she made her way to the middle of the war room, twirling the blades in her hands.

“Take it easy, Y/N/N,” Sam said, holding his hand out.

“Don’t call me that,” she said harshly. Her voice was smooth; low and angry. Dean swallowed thickly.

“Why not?” Dean shot at her. Her lip twitched, eyes narrowing.

“Because I said so, dick,” she hissed. Dean’s eyes widened a bit, his left foot moving back slightly.

“Y/N, just put down the knife,” Sam said. “Let’s figure out how to fix this together.”

“Together?” She whispered. She scoffed, shaking her head. “I don’t want anything to do with you two. I never have. You killed my real brother. You fed him to the wolves.” Her voice raised to a full on shout, face red. “You didn’t do anything to save him! You two only care about each other! You never cared about him or me! He was my brother! My twin! And you two got him killed.” He held up the knife, pointing it at them. She took a few steps forward, head tilting. “And I’m here to avenge him.”

“We tried to save him, Y/N,” Sam said slowly. “Truly, we did.”

“Lies!” Y/N screeched. “All lies! If you tried, you would have saved him! You’re the fucking Winchesters. You two saved the world. If you really put your mind and heart to it, you could have saved him.” Her voice dropped suddenly, lips curling back over her teeth. “But no. You chose to save each other instead. You always have, and always will. Adam was my brother. You two… never have been, and never will be. You’re pathetic, self sacrificing, dicks who just so happen to share my father-” She jerked her arms out to the sides. “And newsflash!” She yelled, making the brothers flinch. “He was just as much a dick as you two.”

Castiel walked towards her, eyes glowing blue.

“Oh, Cas,” Y/N said. The angel didn’t flinch at her patronizing tone, just kept walking. She smirked, reaching down. “You really shouldn’t have answered their call.”

She ripped her angel blade from her boot, slashing it through the air towards Cas. He jerked, and she missed his heart, but the blade still sunk deep into his chest. He groaned, falling to the ground, clutching the burning wound.

Her tongue ran over her teeth as she lifted her head to her brothers. “Come on boys. Lets dance.”

She raised the blade, sending it soaring through the air. Sam dropped to the ground like a brick, but Dean wasn’t quite fast enough, the knife lodging itself into his arm, handle deep, the blade coming out the other side. He let out a yell, gripping the handle and pulling it out of his arm with a hiss.

“That’s it,” he growled, throwing the blade to the ground. “If you want to fight, then don’t do it like a little bitch.”

She reached behind her, pulling out her gun and aiming it at his head. His eyes widened, and he ducked just in time for her to take a shot. The brothers both rolled behind the pillars opposite sides of the steps leading into the library. She let out an angry snarl, walking forward and picking up her discarded blade.

“Come on, boys. Don’t be a bunch of pussies,” she said in a sing-song voice. She laughed, using one of her fingers to run through the blood that was coated on the knife. Bringing it up to her cheek, she used it to make it look like a bloody tear trailing down her skin under each of her eyes. She wiped the knife off on her jacket sleeve before sprinting up the steps and leaping onto the library table, whipping around to see the brothers with their own guns trained on her.

They cringed at the sight of Dean’s blood on her face. His arm throbbed painfully, and the stickiness of the blood was uncomfortable. He hardened his features and put on a good facade, one that Y/N easily could see through.

“Look at this,” she said. Her body was crouched, like a coil ready to spring. Her gun was in one hand, the knife out in the other, a demented smile on her face. “The Winchesters manning up to their little sister.” She put on a fake pout. “You wouldn’t hurt a little girl, would you?”

“You’re not a little girl,” Dean said slowly. “You’re a grown up bitch.”

Smile fading, her lip raised into a disgusted snarl. “That’s rich coming from you. How many people have died because of you? How many failed relationships have you had? How many innocent people have you killed by killing demons?” She held her hand up to her ear. “Can you tell me?”

“Fuck you.” Her head turned to Sam, an almost impressed smile on her face.

“Look at you, Sammy. Using big boy words.” She shivered, shaking out her arms, pursing her lips and furrowing her brows. “Does that make you feel powerful. Oh boy, Sammy is all tough and angry.” Her words dripped with sarcasm and were condescending, making Sam’s fingers twitch in annoyance.

“Y/N, this isn’t the real you,” Cas’ voice came from the war room. He stumbled to his feet, hand pressed against his wound.

“How would you know? With my soul, all my real feelings were hidden away behind self loathing and guilt.”

Sam and Dean stole a glance at each other, hearts dropping.

“So… You’ve always felt this way?” Sam asked, voice low.

Y/N scoffed. “Well, yeah. Because it’s true. Adam was my brother. My twin. He was with me since birth, the person I could always count on and always had with me. He was my soulmate.” She shrugged. “My literal other half. And then he died. Turns out a ghoul was copying his face. But the angels brought him back. He contacted me first, and I was so happy he was back. I dropped everything for him. That’s when the three of us met for the first time. But you two assholes were tied up in the apocalypse, and you made Michael take over his body. How do you think it feels for your best friend… Your soulmate, to be in the cage with the devil himself? Hm? I don’t have my other half, and it’s all your fault.” Her eyes weren’t glassy like they usually were when she talked about Adam. They were blank, and that’s what scared the brothers the most. “I’ve warmed up to you two over the years, sure. But underneath the smile, the hugs, I still had some buried anger towards you two.” She bit her lip. “I’ve always felt guilty about it. Because you two really aren’t as bad as Adam and I once thought. But now, I don’t have to feel guilty about it.” She smiled, making the brothers frown deeply. “Now, I can freely feel what I feel. Not having to worry about a conscience or any of that shit. No. Now, I can do what I want, and not have remorse about it.”

She lifted her gun, face going stone again, firing off a round at Sam’s head. He dropped like a brick, making her humph in annoyance.

“Jesus, Y/N!” Dean yelled. He lunged at her, falling off the table with her in his arms. He grunted at the pain in his knife wound, trying to contain her wriggling figure. She head butted him, slipping from his grasp and kicking him in the face. “Shit!”

She rolled away from him, getting to her feet and crouching down. The knife was still in her hand, but the gun had been lost in the fall, sliding under the table.

“Y/N!” A new voice called. She stiffened, standing up straight. She turned slowly, narrowing her eyes at the newcomer. She tilted her head in confusion.

“Who the hell are you?” She asked. Sam helped Dean to his feet, the eldest hunter sporting a broken and bloody nose. He was gripping his arm, the blood flowing a bit faster now.

“God,” he said. “Well, Chuck.”

“God? Really?” She laughed. “Named ‘Chuck?’”

“You don’t really want to kill your brothers, do you?” He asked. She raised a brow.

“Yes. Yes, I do. They had Adam killed,” she said.

“No they didn’t,” he told her softly. He took a few steps toward her, a small smile on his face. “You’re scared.” She tutted, rolling her eyes. “You always needed someone to blame, because deep down, you always blamed yourself.”

Her jaw dropped. “That’s not true!”

“Yes it is. You had premonitions, didn’t you?” He asked. She shifted uncomfortable, her jaw clenching. “You saw Adam’s death before it happened. You saw his resurrection, you saw you’re reunion, you saw Michael take over him. You saw it all happen, yet you didn’t stop it. You didn't know how.” The Winchesters glance at each other in horror.

“Shut up.”

“After they all came true, you blamed yourself. But it was easier to blame your brothers, wasn’t it?” Chuck said, getting closer to her.

“They aren’t my brothers.”

“Yes, they are. And you know it. You don’t want to face the truth, even when you don’t have a soul.” He was only a foot in front of her now. “But I’m here to tell you… It wasn’t your fault, nor was it their fault. You’re free of your burdens, little one.”

She took a deep breath, lifting her chin. “You sound like a fortune cookie.”

He let out a shaky breath, looking over her shoulder to the brothers. “I have something for you, Y/N.” He reached into his pocket, retrieving a small, blue and white orb of light. “I rescued your soul.”

“I don’t want it,” she said. Chuck shrugged.

“I’m not asking if you want it. I got it back, you’re going to have it.”

“No.” She shook her head. “I hated… Feeling the way I did. I refuse to take it back.” Before she could turn away, Sam gripped her arms, holding her still. “Dammit, Sam! Let me go!”

“Y/N, this would be much easier if you complied,” Chuck said. She reared her head back, bashing it into Sam’s nose. His grip loosened, and she twirled away from him, dropping to her knees and sliding across the floor to her gun under the table. She popped up on the other side, raising it to her head.

“What are you doing?” Dean asked. Her eyes flickered to his.

“No matter how much I want to deny it, dickwad here is right. And I know that if I get my soul back, everything will go to shit. My guilt will eat away at me for attacking you two and… Adam’s death. I won’t do it,” she said.

“Put down the gun, Y/N,” Chuck told her. “If you do it, I’ll just bring you back.”

“No you won’t,” she whispered. “You’re God. You know how I feel. What I truly want. You know how I wanted this for a long time. And even if you did bring me back, I’d just do it again.”

“Y/N… Please,” Sam said. She rolled her eyes.

“Oh please. Don’t worry about me, Sammy. Hell, you’ll see me again soon, I bet. Thanks for… something. I don’t know.”

“Why are you so chill about this?” Dean asked, eyes wet. She shrugged.

“No soul. Kinda does something to ya.”

“Don’t do this, Y/N,” Sam pleaded.

She took a deep breath, giving him a smile, and said, “Too late,” before pulling the trigger.

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Jump the Shark pt. 4

Characters: Sam, Dean, Adam, Reader, John (mention), Kate (mention)

Age: 19

Warnings: Blood mention, Guns, Fighting

Word Count: 1,162

Summary: Despite still finding yourself in conflict with the eldest Winchester, you, Sam, Dean and Adam begin to work together to make a plan of attack.

A/N: Sorry this is a day later than promised! All dialogue taken from the episode will be italicized. Sorry for the late upload! I got a little stuck on this part.

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You backed the car out of the space enough to reveal the open manhole below, its cover to the side and streaked with blood. As you got out and went to stand beside Adam, Dean approached the manhole, still armed with Sam’s gun. When nothing appeared to be lurking in the darkness, he lowered the gun and crouched down, sticking his hand in the small pool of blood on the ground in order to inspect it. He quickly stood after that and walked back to the Impala Sam and Adam were currently leaning against.

“I winged it. Did you see anything?” He momentarily locked eyes with you as he passed.

“I didn’t get a good look,” you admitted. Dean opened the back door of the car long enough to set the gun on the backseat then came to stand beside Sam.

“What the hell is this thing?” he questioned, looking to the manhole.

“Why—who—should we go after it?” Adam stood up a bit straighter as he looked to Sam and Dean.

“No, no. In that maze? That thing’s long gone,” Dean replied, his tone drastically different than before he’d left. You began to think out loud, trying to piece the bits of this puzzle together.

“Alright, so we don’t know what it is, but we do know who it’s going after: Joe Barton, Mom—“

“And you. It was under your car, just waiting for you,” Dean interrupted.

“It set a trap, and I walked right into it,” you admitted, turning your gaze to the scene of the attack just mere feet away from you. Dean shook his head.

“It doesn’t matter. You’re right; there’s a pattern. Joe Barton was a cop. I’m pretty sure he helped out Dad. So we’ve got him, Dad’s girl…and his kids,” he responded, looking toward you and Adam.

“All the people Dad knew in town,” Sam stated, “At least we know why it’s back.”

“It wants revenge.” Adam’s voice was uncharacteristically cold and detached at that moment. You chalked it up to shock from the attack. He’d only just learned about this world a few hours ago; he wasn’t used to this kind of thing. Still, you kept a close eye on him as the four of you made plans to meet back at your home.

* * * * *

You led Adam into the house, both of you ducking under the caution tape blocking the entrance. Dean followed behind, knocking the tape down with one fluid movement. He led Sam into the kitchen and looked to you and Adam.

“Grab your stuff. We’ll hit the road.” Adam continued to the staircase, flipping the lights on as he passed the switch. You, on the other hand, grabbed the first aid kit from the cupboard and sat at the tables, resting your ankle on the chair beside you. You figured Sam and Dean were going to come up with a plan of attack, and you’d be damned if you were going to let them do so without you.

“We shouldn’t leave,” Sam spoke up after a moment.

“Yeah, let’s stay here where the kids’ mom got ganked. Good one,” Dean replied, shaking his head.

“I’m serious.”

“No, Sam, we’re gonna take the kids, we’re gonna drop ‘em off at Bobby’s and then you and me are gonna come back here and finish what Dad started.” You turned away from bandaging your ankle to look up at Dean.

“Like hell you are. Look, I’m all for getting Adam the hell away from here, but I’m not going to stand back while the two of you fight this thing. I’m going to find the son of a bitch that’s after Adam and me.”

“Me and Sam, we know what we’re doing.”

“And I don’t?”

“No! Look, you can do all the research and make all the connections you want, but we were hunting before you were even born. With Dad. We didn’t just read half his journal and start calling ourselves hunters.” You stood, slamming your hand down on the table as you did.

“This thing took my mom. It’s after me and my brother. You want to finish what Dad started? Go find another case he worked on. This is my family.” The room went quiet as you and Dean glared at each other from opposite sides of the table. neither willing to back down from the other.

“Dean, we need them here,” Sam spoke up, seemingly trying to offer a compromise. “We got no leads, no witnesses. But with them here, we have what this thing wants.” You and Dean turned away from each other to look at Sam, suddenly finding yourselves on the same side. Sam stared at the wall in front of him, eyes darting around as though his mind was working at 100 miles an hour.

“You want to use them as bait? That’s why you want to stay here?” Dean questioned in bewilderment.

“You can use me as bait, not Adam. I want him as far away from this as possible,” you stated. You were mad enough that Sam had already begun teaching Adam about this life at the motel, you weren’t going to let him risk Adam’s life. Sam continued his thought, seemingly ignoring your words.

“We could train him—“ He looked to Dean, “both of them—get them ready.”

“They could die, Sam,” Dean responded.

“We could all die, Dean. Even if we do kill this thing, there are tons of other freaks that want revenge—on Dad, on us. Y/N, what if they find Adam instead when you’re not around, and he’s not ready?” Before either you or Dean could argue further, Adam stepped into the kitchen, his bag slung over his shoulder.

“I’ll do it. Whatever it takes, I’ll do it. I want to do it.”

* * * * *

Three bullets flew through the air and shot through the metal sign Sam had crudely spray-painted a target on. Three holes were punched through the bullseye, forming a small triangle. Sam lowered his gun and surveyed his work.

“Whoa” was all Adam could say in response. Sam smiled and turned to look at the younger male.

“It’s easy. Just feel the recoil and time the trigger pulls. Three taps.” With that, he held the gun out.

“Yeah?” Adam approached the gun and took it from Sam’s hand after an encouraging “go ahead.” From your spot a few feet away, you watched your brother aim the gun and pull the trigger three times, hitting the target almost directly on the bullseye with each bullet.

“Beginner’s luck, right?”

“Nah, man. You’re a natural. Good shooting.” Sam clapped him on the back and took the gun from him as Adam thanked him. You narrowed your eyes. That wasn’t like Adam. The Adam you knew had once almost taken your eye out in a game of darts, and now he was shooting near perfectly his first time firing a gun? This was wrong.

This was all wrong.

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Wayward Adjacent

Chapter Four - Why Are We Still Here

Word Count - 2739

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Chapter Three - What Do We Do Now

Chapter Five - Where Can I Go

They did not have food, and didn’t feed me before the long introduction to Adam, so I left.

I walked to the diner down the street, and got the four of us take out.

And then I stayed there to eat mine. If Dean came back and found out Sam disobeyed him, I was not being dragged down with him.

Besides, the alone time gave me time to think. Adam was still acting off, but I couldn’t find out why. He spoke like he spoke, looked like he usually did. His small mannerisms, things that made him my brother, were all there.

But that wasn’t Adam. Not the Adam I knew. Not my brother.

Sam and Dean didn’t know him, they wouldn’t see the differences. Would they believe me? Would they trust me?

They knew I knew the truth, that John had let me in on everything. That might grant me some credit in their eyes.

But how would I approach this? How would I get them alone?

If Adam, or whatever that was, caught on that I was onto it, it could shatter the case.

I’d have a better chance talking to Dean than Sam. Big little brother had already formed a bond with him, made some kind of connection with him, it. He’d get pissy. Dean might actually listen. He did seem like the type to be more suspicious.

Finishing my meal, I headed back to the motel.

I whistled as I strolled down the corridor, and then almost hit the deck when a gunshot went off.

And then Adam and Sam came barreling out the room, almost slamming into me.

“What the fuck?”

Adam knocked the food out of my hands, and grabbed my shoulder and spun me around, shoving me along before him, Sam brining up the near and carrying a large gun.

“It found us!” Sam explained, like it took a genius to figure that out.

We charged down the stairs, Adam still trying to pull his jacket on.

“Where’s your car?” Sam asked when we got to the bottom.

“Over there.” Adam replied, pulling his keys from his pocket and tossing them to Sam when he prompted the blonde to.

We hurried over to the car, Adam and I rushing to the passengers side while Sam prepared to open the driver’s door.

We looked through the windows, watching Sam unlock the door. One minute he was there, and then the next he wasn’t.

“Sam!” Adam and I yelled at the same time, Adam rushing around the back of the truck while I ran around the front.

Something was pulling him under the car, the huge guy bracing himself as whatever it was tugged on his legs. Adam grabbed his hands, and tried to pull him.

I, on the other hand, searched for his dropped gun.

A car pulled up behind us, the headlights temporarily blinding me. But then the driver’s door opened and my oldest brother got out.

“Dean, help!” Adam cried.

Dean joined Adam, taking his other hand and dragging Sam backwards.

The headlight, the residual blinding still affecting me, at least showed me where the gun was.

Grabbing it, I dropped to my stomach and took aim as soon as Sam was clear.

What looked back at me was Kate. Dead Kate. Body pulled from the vents, corpse I saw a couple hours ago, Kate.

But, years of training kicked in and despite being barely able to see past the left over blinding, I fired. The recoil hurt, jabbing the hard wood into my shoulder.

The sound echoed in the parking lot, the gun’s barrel steaming as I pulled myself up and shook my head to clear the ringing in my ears and my eyes readjusted to the dark.

“Nice one.” Dean praised, Sam practically in his lap as the three men sat panting. Adam lay down.

“Where the hell did you go?” I questioned when I finally noticed Dean was now in a suit. Dude leaves for a drive to clear his head and comes back James Bond.

“What did you see?” Dean answered.

My eyes jumped to Adam, and he was watching me. “Didn’t get a clear look, just a dark shape.”

“Where did it go?” Sam asked, standing. Dean and Adam followed his lead.

“I didn’t see.”

“Move the truck.” Dean instructed Adam, picking up the dropped keys and tossing them over to the youngest boy.

While Adam got in the car, Dean took the gun from me and took aim, reloading it. Sam took my arm and pulled me behind Dean, like I hadn’t already saved asses today.

Adam backed up his truck and revealed an open storm grate, a dark liquid splashed across the area.

Well that explained how it had appeared, and where it had gone. Still didn’t explain why the hell my dad’s dead fling just tried to kill my brother.

Add that to the list of things to talk about when Adam went to take a dump.

Dean knelt down, running his fingers across the liquid and brining them up to examine them. Was the blood dark, or just the lack of light?

“You winged it.” Dean stood, heading back towards us, and throwing the gun into the front seat. “You see anything?” he questioned Sam.

“Didn’t get a look.”  Sam admitted with a sigh.  

“What the hell is this thing?”

Shapeshifter, maybe? Zombie? What could take on her form and be a monster? Was I even sure it was her? Half-blinded and in a moment of high adrenaline, I couldn’t even be sure I’d seen what I thought I’d seen.

I knew I should say something, but with Adam right there the last thing I wanted was to make him angry, or upset him more. He just found out she was dead, and now she’s trying to kill us. It’d be a good introduction to the family, but it my job to keep him from this.

I glanced to Dean and saw him watching me. I ducked my head.

“Should we go after it?” Adam asked.

“No, no. With that maze, that thing will be long gone.”

That maze, referring to the sewers. Even if we did stand a chance, I was not running around the sewers in winter, even if it was my responsibility as a Winchester.

“Alright, we don’t know what it is but we do know who it’s going after.” Sam started. “Joe Bardon, Adam’s mom.”

“And them.” Dean finished, jerking his head in our direction. “It was under his truck, just waiting for ‘em.”

“A trap. And I walked right into it.”

“None of us knew.” I reassured Sam.

“You’re right. It doesn’t matter. Joe Bardon was a cop. I’m pretty sure he helped out Dad, so it got him, his girl, and his son.” Dean listed.

“All the people Dad knew in town.” Sam agreed.

“Does that make me a target?” I spoke up.

“Probably.”

Great, hunted again. This life really kept you feeling alive.

“Least know we know why it’s back.” Dean redirected.

“It wants revenge.” Adam finally spoke up.

The whole time we’d been talking, he was just staring at the drain. Had he maybe gotten a glimpse of it? Had he seen her?

Or could he relate to the thing?

I felt Dean’s eyes on me as I studied Adam.

There had to be something for me to clue onto that proved he wasn’t him. I wasn’t going crazy, I knew that. But I couldn’t make myself seem like an idiot in front of Sam and Dean. Not without proof.

For two gunshots and a semi-full motel, we still hadn’t attracted a crowd, yet. But I was sure that would change pretty soon. And, it was fucking cold, so spoke up. “Look, we should probably get out of here. If it’s after Adam, we need to get somewhere where we can make sure he’s safe.”

“Andrea’s right.” Dean agreed, finally looking away from me and instead looking around the empty lot. He knew cops were probably on their way already. “We need to find somewhere new to hide out.”

“Where?”

Sam and Dean looked at one another.

“We’ll figure that out on the road.”

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After cautiously going back to the motel room, the boys brought back my back pack and their gear.

“We’ll follow you back to your place.” Sam directed to me and Adam. “Let you pack what you can.”

Adam nodded, and opened the door to his truck. “Coming?” he asked when I didn’t make a move to follow him.

“I’m gonna ride with them.”

Adam’s eyes narrowed for just a second. Shit! It’s onto me.

“Your truck stinks, man. You been chugging beer while driving ‘round?”

He shot me and irritated glare, then flipped me the bird and got into his truck, starting the engine.

Dean did the same with his car, and I rushed to hop into the back seat.

We waited for Adam to pull out first, and then followed. As we hit the main road, Dean shifted the rearview mirror and locked eyes with me.

“Spill.”

I leaned forward, resting my arms on the top of the bench. “I saw Kate.”

Sam spun in his spot from the passenger’s seat. “What?”

“It was Kate.” I insisted, looking between the two of them.

“What did her eyes look like? Black? Reflective?”

“Normal.” I answered, ruling out demons and shapeshifters for now.

What else could it be? I tried to think back on everything John had ever told me. Nothing made sense. Even the zombie theory didn’t match, cause they found pieces of her but thing was fully intact.

And it’s not like I could mistake her for someone else. I had lived with her for years.

I pulled my eyes away from the road and saw Dean still watching me through the mirror. “And?”

I hesitated, stupidly, for a second too long and that proved to him that something was wrong.

“Adam isn’t Adam.” was the best way I could describe it.

“Meaning?” Dean pushed.

“He’s acting the same, and looks the same, but something is off. It’s like inside, something has changed. What’s underneath isn’t Adam.”

“He did just loose his mother.” Sam defended, turning back to face the front.

This is why I hadn’t wanted to say anything in front of him. A bond, common ground. He’d take Adam’s side. But Dean, Dean would know to not trust so blindly.

I caught his eye in the mirror a final time and his look told me as such. Good. At least I’d have one brother on my side if the time came to face it.

“Ok, so we know it can change forms. That’s a start.” Dean changed the topic.

“I’ll have a look through Dad’s journal. See if he maybe mentions what they found last time.”

I sat back, looking out the window. Yesterday, if I distracted myself with schoolwork enough, I could pretend I was normal. Today, I was right in the middle of all this shit all over again.

This time there was no running to a small town, no hiding away with Daddy’s ex. I was in this life, for good this time. Doomed to a life on the road, Death on our heels.

We pulled up to the house, and met Adam on the porch. My skin crawled, the dark spot between my shoulders growing. At least I knew why this time, but entering the house she died in, having to breath air that had circled through the vents pieces of her body had been lying in, it grossed me out.

Adam unlocked the door, and slipped under the police tape. Dean just ripped it off, stepping in after him. Sam let me enter first, then closed the door behind us.

“Grab your stuff, we’ll hit the road.” Dean ordered, flicking on some lights while Same took a seat at the kitchen table.

Adam and I headed down the hall, and up the stairs.

“They say anything?” Adam questioned when we got to the top, literally walking me into a corner.

I didn’t tell anyone, but the silver knife John had given me years ago was still in my jacket pocket. I estimated how long it’d take me to be able to reach it and stab before whatever this thing was did something to me. I figured I had a decent shot. Or at least, buy myself enough time for Sam and Dean to haul ass.

“That it’s obvious I got John’s good looks and you are crap outta luck in that department.”

And that was kinda true. Kate often told me I looked a lot like him, that I had his eyes. As in shape, or the look of a haunted man, I was never quite sure.

Adam continued to stare me down, and for a second I thought he’d pounce, but then he took a step back and headed to his room. “There won’t be space for your action figures.”

“Nah nah nah.” I mocked, going to my room.

I was already packed, my ‘go bag’ stowed under my bed for a situation like this. All I needed to do was switch my laptop from one back pack to the other and I’d be set to go.

With one final glance around the room that might have felt like mine if I’d given it a chance, I slipped down the stairs.

“We do have what this thing wants.”

I froze, foot hovering in the air above the ground as I prepared to step off the last step.

It was quiet for a few seconds, and then Dean finally spoke. “You want to use the kids as bait? That’s why you want to stay here?”

At least he sounded as horrified as I was disgusted. That’s one way to treat your family. And from Sympathy Sam? Damn, he really was an asshole under the act.

“I mean there’s no real come back. We can train Adam. Get him ready.”

My blood froze in my veins. Train him? The last two and a half years of my life I have been trained to the break of torture to keep him out of this life, and now they just walk in and want to train him?

“He could die Sam.” Dean reasoned, like that was the only valid reason to not letting your youngest brother fight monsters.

“We could all die Dean.” Sam fired back. “Even if we do kill this thing, there’s tons of other freaks that want revenge. On Dad, on us. What if they find the kid instead and he’s not ready?”

A valid point, but not a valid excuse to willingly let your kin walk into fire. No an excuse to use us as bait!

“I’ll do it.”

“Jesus Christ!” I leapt to the side and crashing right into the wall, having not heard Adam walk up behind me. While they had been talking, I had crept up slowly to make sure I was out of sight and still heard it all.

How had he managed to get so close before I noticed him? Adam stomped around like a freaking elephant.

“Whatever it takes, I’ll do it.” he continued. “I want to do it.”

Dean turned to look at Sam, and I knew Sam had won.

“No.”

“Andrea-” Adam started, but I literally shoved away his attempt to reach out to me.

“No! You have no idea what John put me through to keep you out of this life! I’m not just letting you walk into it!”

“It’s my choice!” Adam yelled back.

I looked to Dean, desperate for him to take my side. But he would not reach my eyes.

Everything I had been through, all the scars and busted lips for nothing. All my pain, and it meant nothing.

And worst of all, I couldn’t even take my anger out on John ‘cause he was fucking gone. All this effort, and it amounted to nothing. John was dead and would never see how hard I’d tried, and Adam would still end up dead hunter of the week.

I dropped my back pack, not even bothering to answer their calls as I stormed out the house.

I couldn’t look at them, not now. Not after all I had just lost.

Why had I been so stupid to think that just because we were family, they could get it?

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[spnsisimagines]

Day 8: Christmas Party

Warnings: None Characters: Sam & Dean Winchester, Sister Winchester Reader, Castiel, Adam Milligan, Charlie Bradbury, Jody Mills Summary: You have a Christmas party and an ugly sweater contest Reader’s Age: High school? Word Count: 1272

Y/N: Your Name

A/N: I’m running out of smart comments to add help. Enjoy!

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"Hey, guys," you walked into the kitchen where the boys were eating, "I wanted to ask your opinions on something,"

"No, those jeans don't make you look fat," Dean spoke.

You gave him the stink eye, "Haha, very funny," your words bled sarcasm. "I was thinking about having an ugly sweater contest-party type thing?"

"A party?" Sam questioned, not sure how he feels about the idea.

"Yeah, like invite some hunter friends, Cas, Adam, Charlie, y'know?"

"Okay," Sam nodded in agreement.

"I don't actually have to wear an ugly sweater, do I?" Dean asked.

"It's an ugly sweater contest, of course you're gonna wear an ugly sweater. If you want, I'll head to the mall with Charlie and we'll pick out some sweaters for you two," you told them. They both nodded and went back to eating their food.

You called up Charlie and both agreed to meet at the mall.

You both walked through the clothing store, stopping every so often to look at something on the racks. "What do you think about this one?" Charlie showed you a green sweater with a moose head and Christmas lights on the antlers.

"Perfect," you smiled.

You picked out a red sweater for Dean that had snowflakes and little white pom-poms that decorated the rim of the neck and sleeves. Now, one for you, Cas, and Charlie.

You found a dark green sweater with the words, "This is my Christmas sweater." In red letters for Cas. Charlie found one for you that had squares of red, green, white and black, each square had a different thing on it. One had a gingerbread man, another had a Christmas tree, one had a star, and so on. You approved as soon as you saw it. You picked out a few options for Charlie and she ended up going with one that had rows of gingerbread men, bells, nutcrackers, and reindeer.

Happy with your sweaters, you and Charlie left the mall and headed home.

You both walked through the door and down the stairs. "Who's ready for ugly sweaters?" You asked as you entered the library.

"Alright, let's see 'em." Dean hesitantly complied.

"Did you invite everyone?" You asked as you pulled out the first sweater. Sam nodded as he looked at the sweater you held up. "Can you guess who this is for?" You wiggled your eyebrows at Sam.

"Oh..." Sam mumbled as he took the sweater, clearly dreading tonight.

"And this one is for you," Dean's eyes widened as he stared at the thing he would have to wear. "If it makes you feel any better, it's an ugly sweater, you're not supposed to like it," you tossed his sweater at him. "Where's Cas?"

"Don't know. Haven't seen him in awhile." Sam replied, suddenly aware of not seeing the angel for some time.

"Oh, okay. I'm gonna get ready for tonight." You told them as you and Charlie headed off to your room.

You put your sweater on with some little wreath earrings. You smiled at Charlie before you two left your room. You didn't even realize that some people had already shown up. You looked around and saw that Cas had gotten his sweater and put it on. Your eyes glanced around the room, looking at the familiar faces and some that were not so familiar.

Your eyes landed on Adam that stood by the map table. You shuffled over to him. "Hey," you smiled.

"Hey," he replied.

"How've you been?" You asked.

"Pretty good actually. Been going to college, trying to get a job. What about you?"

"Well... There's this school dance coming up so I've been helping plan that and make some decorations, that's been pretty fun. Stressful, but fun. And then this party and... Yeah..." You chuckled, Adam smiled.

You two talked for a little while before you excused yourself to talk to some more people.

You found Dean talking to Jody. You turned to look at Dean and noticed something taped onto his sweater. You bent down a little and realized it was a mirror. "Dean?" You spoke.

"Yeah?" Dean looked at you.

"Why is there a mirror taped onto your sweater?" You asked.

"Can you see yourself in it?" He asked, trying to hide a smirk.

You bent down, "Yeah,"

"It's an ugly sweater... You're on the sweater," Dean failed to keep his smirk contained.

"Oh..." It took you a second to realize the joke, "Hey!" You slapped his arm, causing him to laugh. Jody laughed at your bickering. You excused yourself once again and made your way over to Sam who was talking to some guy you didn't recognize.

"Oh, Y/N, this is Isaac. He's an old friend of dad's." Sam introduced.

"Hi," you shook his extended hand.

"So, you're John's little girl," he seemed to scan your features, "He always talked about you," you smiled. "To be honest, didn't think I would ever get to meet you,"

"Really?" You looked at Sam for a second then back at Isaac.

"Oh, yeah! When news hit that John Winchester has a daughter, we thought with your brothers and the way John was, they would never let you out of the house--be too over-protective." Isaac chuckled.

"Yeah," you smiled, "They were--and still are--pretty over-protective." Sam smiled faintly

"Well, it was great to meet you and to see you again, Sam." Isaac extended his hand.

"You too," Sam shook his hand.

You slowly turned to Sam, "Didn't know my birth was such a big deal," you grinned, earning a chuckle from Sam. You gave him a light tap on the arm as you walked up the steps to the library, stopping at the top. "Can I have everyone's attention, please?" You spoke loudly. Everyone stopped their conversations and turned towards you. "Could everyone that wants to participate in the ugly sweater contest line up in the back of the library?" Everyone went into the library, some going straight to the back and others spreading across the room.

You forced Sam, Dean, and Cas to stand with the competitors. "Okay, everyone will have a number, Jack will be one, Miranda will be two, and so on," you pointed to Jack and Miranda who stood at the end of the left side. "Everyone will get one piece of paper, write down the number you want to win and place it into this bowl," you picked up the bowl that sat on the table.

Everyone took a piece of paper, writing down the number and placing it into the bowl. You wrote down one, too.

After a few seconds, you started sorting the numbers which took a few minutes.

"Okay! We have a winner!" You stood up and turned around to face the competitors. "Looks like number... Six wins!" Your eyes scanned them until you realized that Dean was number six. He didn't seem to have noticed he won.

Dean did notice that everyone was staring at him, "What? Somethin' on my face?" Dean proceeded to wipe his face with his hand.

"Dean, you're number six," you told him.

"Oh," he paused, "OH," Dean threw his hands up, "HA! I won!" He laughed, "What's my prize?"

"Your-" That's when it hit you; you didn't pick out a prize. "Your prize!" You threw your arms up and ran out of the room.

You came back about ten minutes later with an apple pie you had picked up that morning. "An apple pie!" You shoved the pie into Dean's arms. Dean's eyes lit up when they landed on the pie. You gave him a side hug as you watched everyone go back to talking.

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

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Outsider

Pairing: Dean Winchester x WinchesterSister!Reader x Sam Winchester

Request by anon: Can you do something where the reader is Sam and deans half sister and when they meet Adam, they overhear you talking to him about being treated like an outsider so he wouldn’t feel bad, and you have a huge fight and something happens, please?

Word Count: 1,684

Characters: Adam Milligan

Warnings: mention of blood, injury, death

A/N: I used the plot from 4x19 but I didn’t want this to turn into an entire episode rewrite so I just took parts that would fit into this request and tweaked some of it. Again, not one of my best but hope this is okay! Any mistakes are mine.

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You sighed as the motel door slammed shut.

Sam had gone to get Dean after he’d stormed out of the motel room, leaving you alone with your other half-brother, Adam Milligan. The half-brother you had only found out about today.

“Is he always like this?” Adam asked you, raising his eyebrows.

You smiled, shrugging as you got up from where you were sitting at the table, taking Sam’s earlier place in front of Adam on the opposite bed.

“Look, don’t take it personally.” You took a deep breath. “It’s not about you.”

Adam gave you a skeptical look.

You smiled. “Fine, it’s not totally about you. I mean we did just find out about you.” You paused. “Anyway, don’t take it personally. I mean I grew up with Sam and Dean but I’ll still always be an outsider.”

Adam frowned. “You’re their… our sister.”

“Half-sister.” You corrected. “Don’t get me wrong. Dean and Sam? They’re great, they take care of me, they protect me and they do love me in their own way. But no one can enter their circle, not even me. They’re Sam and Dean. Dean doesn’t have enough room for anyone but Sam.” You smiled sadly.

It was true, and it was the first time you’d ever admitted it aloud to anyone. You loved your brothers, you’d die for them but you would always be the half-sister they hadn’t asked for, that John Winchester had dropped into their laps.

You’d barely finished your sentence when the door opened again. Dean’s eyes lingered on you, making you wonder if he’d heard what you’d said to Adam, but Dean’s eyes flicked back to Adam and you thought maybe you’d imagined it.

“Come on, we’re going back to your place.” Dean said to Adam.

Sam was talking to Adam when Dean cornered you in the hallway at Adam’s house. “What the hell was that, Y/N?”

You frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“You’ll always be an outsider? No one can enter their circle? What the hell are you talking about?” Dean raised his voice.

You looked down, holding back an audible sigh. No matter what you felt, you never wanted to have this conversation with Dean or Sam.

“Dean, maybe you haven’t realised it, but it’s true. You and Sam talk about stuff without me all the time, then you tell me what you’ve decided. And that’s okay, it’s just how it is, alright?”

Before Dean could answer you, Sam entered the hallway frowning, glancing from you to Dean. “Dean, you told me we’d have this conversation with her after we were done here.”

You swept your hands open. Sam had just proven your point.

“Y/N, how could you even think that?” Sam asked, switching his gaze to you, his tone more upset than angry.

Dean looked back at you and when you didn’t answer he spoke again, his tone rising. “That’s not fair, Y/N and you know it. We’d sacrifice our damn lives for you.”

“Look, I didn’t say it as a bad thing! I just wanted Adam to know that it wasn’t about him. You guys weren’t upset with him. It’s just the way things are.” You paused, looking from Dean to Sam. “I’m just grateful that you guys kept me by your side, alright?”

Dean turned towards you furiously. “You know what, whatever, think whatever the hell you want to think. Be an outsider. I’m done.”

“Dean.” Sam warned.

You could feel your insides twist. Maybe this was it, this was the time when they’d decide that they didn’t really need you with them any longer. “Go, Sam. I’ll stay here with Adam.”

Sam hesitated, unwilling to leave it. “Y/N, we love you, you know that right?”

You gave him a small smile before you took the rifle from him. “Go.”

You and Adam closed off every way into the house except for a grate on the floor, which you both now stood above of. “We’ve closed off every other way. If this thing’s coming, it’s coming through here.” You told him, as you held the rifle steady.

Just then, a voice came from downstairs. “Adam! Adam!”

Adam looked up. “Mum?”

“Wait, Adam, don’t!” You called, as Adam headed down the stairs and straight for the woman who had entered the house.

“It took me, but I got away.” She panted.

You raised your gun, pointing it directly at her. “Adam, step away from her!”

“Y/N, what the hell!” Adam yelled, his hands still protectively around her.

You took one step forward urgently. “She’s not your mother! There was too much blood in the vents when Sam checked, your mother is dead!”

Adam came forward, wrenching the rifle from your hands, pointing it at his mother.

“Adam, she’s crazy. It’s me!” His mother pleaded as you shouted at Adam to shoot.

Adam swivelled the gun from his mother to you.

“Adam! Shoot it, it’s not human!” You yelled.

Adam smiled. “I know.”

You saw the shotgun come directly for your face before everything went dark.

Sam had followed Dean out of the house and they’d gone back to the tombs but of course with their usual Winchester luck, the way they had come in was now blocked.

“Sammy, here.” Dean said, finding a secret passageway he hadn’t noticed before while looking for a way out.

Sam frowned as he headed to a corner where a bunch of new-looking coffins lay. He pried open the first one, freezing when he saw Adam’s mother. Sam glanced at Dean.

Dean closed his eyes but opened the coffin next to it, his gut flipping over when he saw the pale face staring back at him.

Adam.

“What the…” Sam muttered before they both looked at each other.

“Y/N.” They said together, real panic setting in when they realised their sister was really in trouble.

You opened your eyes gingerly, hearing humming as you tried to move. You were bound down against the table, as Kate played with a silver blade next to you before she pushed herself off, leaning her face in towards you.

“Ghouls.” You spat the word.

“You know, I find that term racist.” Kate said just as Adam walked in.

You narrowed your eyes at the both of them. “Taking the form of the last poor human you ate?”

“Oh and memories too. Poor Y/N, the outsider.” Adam said, as ran a hand slowly across your arm. You groaned as you felt the knife now tear along the skin of your arm.

Kate bent her head to lick the blood off your arm as Adam circled to your other side. “Our father didn’t hurt anyone but John Winchester killed him anyway.”

Adam dug his finger into the wound in your side as you screamed in pain.

You could barely register what Kate was saying, about how they killed your dad’s friends, Kate, Adam…

Adam pulled his finger out of you, licking it. “We were only expecting Sam and Dean, you know the two official Winchesters.” Adam said, making quotation marks with his fingers in mid-air.

Kate moved to your other side, slicing your arm open again as you groaned. You could feel your head spinning from the loss of blood already as they slowly drained you and continued to blabber on about how they had moved from eating corpses to live humans.

“But it was easier than I thought to get you alone. I mean outsider, right, Y/N?” Adam sneered.

“Outsider my ass.” Dean spat, bursting into the room and shooting Adam straight in the chest.

Kate gasped as Adam flew against the wall and Dean turned his gun towards her.

“Dean, they’re ghouls!” You yelled with as much strength you could muster.

Dean’s eyes flicked to you as Sam headed straight for you. Dean lifted his gun higher, shooting Kate right in the head. “Head shot.” Dean muttered.

“Y/N!” Sam called, bending to untie you before Adam grabbed Sam by the shoulders and flung him across the room.

“Sammy!” Dean yelled, running towards Sam to help.

You could feel the blood trickle off your arms, you could barely keep your eyes open anymore.

“Dean, go!” Sam yelled as he wrestled Adam to the floor, picking up a metal centrepiece that had rolled onto the floor during the struggle.

Dean took one look at Sam but hurried over to you. “Y/N, I’m here okay? Hang on.” Dean quickly cut through the ropes that were holding you down.

“Hang on, Y/N, it’s okay.” Dean muttered, as he grabbed a few towels from the counter behind you.

As he cut through the remaining ropes, Sam reached you as well, helping you sit up. “Y/N, you with us?”

You nodded, holding your arms out. “Okay, here we go.” Sam whispered, taking a towel from Dean, the both of them pressing onto your arms in a bid to stop the bleeding.

You whined as the pain seared through you. “I know, I know sweetheart, I’m sorry.” Dean whispered.

You leaned against Sam as your brothers busied themselves trying to stop the bleeding.

When the blood flow slowed, you looked up at them. “Sorry.”

Dean looked at you, you could tell he wasn’t angry anymore. “Couldn’t let you die thinking you’re an outsider.”

Sam shot Dean a warning look as you smiled.

“You’re not, alright? I told you, blood doesn’t make you family.” Dean said, looking straight at you, as he held onto your injured arms. “You’re family because you’re you.”

“I’m sorry if I ever…” Dean faltered. “Look, I’m not good at this, alright? I’ll admit that. But I have never once thought you are any less my family than Sam. You hear me?”

You bit the inside of your cheek as Sam tightened his hold on you. “You’ll always be our baby sister.”

You smiled back at your brothers and nodded as they helped you off the table.

The three of you had given Adam a hunter’s funeral and you stood in front of the flames as they licked at his wrapped body.

Dean turned to look at you. “You doing alright?”

You nodded. “Thanks for coming back for me.”

Dean smacked you lightly on the head. “What did we just say?”

You smiled but stepped forward to force a hug on your oldest brother. “Thanks Dean.”

Dean affectionately patted your head. “Always, kiddo.”

Sam leaned forward for a hug as well. “Always.” He repeated.

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[imagineteamfreewill]

This is the mobile masterlist for all non-Team Free Will gif imagines and drabbles! Stories are grouped by character and type (gif imagine/drabble).

Characters/Pairings included: Adam, Andy, Balthazar, Benny, Bobby, Chuck, Crowley, Gabriel, Gadreel, Ghostfacers, Kevin, Michael, the women of Supernatural (Jody, Donna, Charlie, Claire, Meg, and Alex), and Megstiel.

Adam Milligan Gif Imagines:

Imagine Being Adam’s Twin Sister and Him Being Protective When He Sees That Cas Likes You (Mainly Reader x Cas)

Andy Gallagher Gif Imagines:

Imagine Being Adam’s Twin Sister and Him Being Protective When He Sees That Cas Likes You (Also vaguely Reader x Sam)

Balthazar Gif Imagines:

Imagine Balthazar Being Your Guardian Angel

Benny Lafitte Gif Imagines:

Imagine Benny Going Back to Purgatory and Having to Leave You Behind

Benny Lafitte Drabbles:

“What do you mean she’s not with you? She has to be with you.”

Bobby Singer Gif Imagines:

Imagine Bobby Opposing Your Date With Dean

Chuck Shurley Gif Imagines:

Imagine Comforting Chuck as He Cries Over Gabriel’s Death Scene

Chuck Shurley Drabbles:

“You should really tell Gabriel where you are, dad. He misses you so much.” (Angel!Reader, Dad!Chuck)

Crowley Gif Imagines:

Imagine Being in a Play that Crowley Wrote

Crowley Drabbles:

“Are you sure? Because I think we’re both too drunk for this.”

Gabriel Gif Imagines:

Imagine Gabriel Being Your Guardian Angel

Imagine Teaching Gabriel How to Cook

Imagine Finding Out That You’re Gabriel and Kali’s Child

Imagine Gabriel Turning Into a Teenager So He Can Watch Over You at School

Imagine Gabriel Asking Team Free Will to Protect You, His Secret Nephilim Daughter

Imagine Gabriel Finding You Praying as a Child and Promising to Always Watch Over You

Imagine Gabriel Babysitting Yours and Dean’s Child, Then Coming Home to Find Their First Word is “Gabe”  (Reader x Dean, but Gabe is important)

Imagine Gabriel Adopting You As a Baby, and Then Growing Up Not Knowing He’s an Angel

Imagine Being Close With Gabriel and Playing Pranks on the Winchesters

Imagine Gabriel’s Reaction to You Being Pregnant

Imagine Kissing Gabriel On New Year’s Eve

Imagine Gabriel Being Turned Into a Toddler

Gabriel Drabbles:

“I’ll protect you! I promise!”

“Come on, let’s throw the dice, see what happens.”

“I don’t understand why you can’t believe in angels, Y/N. I mean, haven’t you ever looked in a mirror?”

“I’m always going to watch over you, no matter what.”

“Hey, scoot over! I want to be under the blanket too!”

Gadreel Gif Imagines:

Imagine Gadreel Rescuing You From Heaven’s Prison

Imagine Gadreel Protecting You, His Vessel’s Wife

Imagine Gadreel Giving Up His Grace to Live as a Human With You

Imagine Spending Your First Christmas With Gadreel and Your Daughter

Imagine Going On a Date With Gadreel

Imagine Thinking Sam is Your Soulmate When It’s Actually Gadreel

Gadreel Drabbles:

“I left everything for this! I left everything… for you!“

“You can’t leave me in the dark. You have to tell me these things.”

“It doesn’t matter what you did in the past, Gadreel. I just hope I can be part of your future.”

Ghostfacers Gif Imagines:

Imagine Telling Ed and Harry That They’re in the Supernatural Books and Them Fanboying Over It

Kevin Tran Gif Imagines:

Imagine Chuck Letting You and Kevin Have a Few Minutes Alone (Chuck is only briefly mentioned)

Michael Drabbles:

“You really don’t know anything about humans, do you?”

Samandriel Drabbles:

2k Drabble #3

The Women of Supernatural Gif Imagines:

Imagine Celebrating Galentine’s Day with the Ladies of Supernatural (Ellen, Claire, Alex, Donna, and Charlie)

Imagine Celebrating Galentine’s Day with the Wayward Daughters (Jody, Donna, Claire, and Alex)

Imagine Meg Telling You About Cas and Being Able to Tell That She Has Feelings For Him

Imagine Throwing a Christmas Party at the Bunker (Reader x Dean, but Jody is important)

Imagine Going to See the Rocky Horror Picture Show with Sam, Dean, Cas, and Charlie (Team Free Will, but Charlie is important)

Megstiel Drabbles:

“This will probably end like Romeo and Juliet.”

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ALL THAT MATTERED(Michael x reader)

A/N:This also for @imaginesofthelord‘s 200 followers celebration! My line is “You can’t die. Please don’t die” with Michael. And reader is a half Winchester sister.

Word count:1803

It was a normal day in the bunker. You and Dean were watching Game of Thrones. Sam was reading a book. Castiel was also reading a book. Like I said, normal day.

 Then lights start flicking. Dean get up immediately and take out his gun. "Dean," a unfamiliar voice came from no where. Angel you thought. You saw your father. Well his younger version. And your other half brother, Adam, was standing with him. "Adam..." Dean said then looked to other guy. "And you are..." "Michael" he responded. Sam hug Adam with his gigantic arms. Dean did the same. You didn't meet Adam in person before so he didn't know you. After they let him go he said "I didn't know you love me so much." "What happened?" Sam asked. "I don't know, ask him" Adam answered. "Father got us out." Michael said. "I have to leave now. Father said upstairs is a mess, thanks to you..." he pointed Castiel and kept going "Metatron and Raphael. But I will come back." With a flutter of wings he disappeared. "So Adam..." you said. "I'm (y/n) ,your half sister." "Did you died before?" He asked. You were supriesed. "Yeah but..." "Then I can believe you." He said. Dean laughed. "Yeah, damn Winchester blood right." You all laughed. But you were still thinking about the Archangel. You didn't see him before but somehow you felt like you were drawn to him. Weird you thought.

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Next time he appeared he said Castiel was welcomed back in heaven. And he said Lucifer was out as well too. But he wasn't going to be problem anymore 'cause he promised to Chuck that he wont. If he could make Winchesters -you and your brothers- forgive him he was going to be welcomed back too. Sam said "Well yeah good luck with that." But that wasn't the weird part. Weird part was you were feeling strangely happy around him. Like you were safe. His voice was making you grin like an idiot. After he left you felt empty, lost.

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A week later you and boys were hunting a Dragon, but you didn't have something to kill it. Sam and Adam -turns out Adam was pretty good with computers and books- searched everywhere but they couldn't find something. "I have an idea" Dean said. Everyone looked at him "If Lucifer wants to go back to heaven he has to earn our forgiveness right? Lets use it." You nodded "Yeah that's a perfect idea. He had the angel tablet in his crypts, I'm sure he has something." Sam was about to argue but Dean stoped him. "I pray to Lucifer. The fallen angel and our evil lord blah blah blah. Come here you son of a bitch." "You realize you called God a bitch right?" Lucifer said with a smirk on his face "Yes? What do you want?" "Well we need something to kill a dragon. We thought you may got one." Lucifer looked to other wall, clearly he was thinking. "No I don't but I know Michael killed a dragon with his blade before. As I remember you need a blade that killed a dragon before." he said. Dean nodded. "Yeah, call him." Lucifer closed his eyes. He was probably calling his brother by using the angel radio. Michael. He was coming. Thinking him made you smile again. It was weird 'cause you were thinking him all the time. But hearing someone else mention him was making you feel even better. "What do you want Satan?" Great. You thought. Both parts of team apocalypse in the same room. But when you saw Michael your smile gone even wider. "Nothing for me loyal pain. For them." Lucifer answered. Before Lucifer left, Michael said "Love you too annoying brat." With a flutter of wings Lucifer was gone. "I can't decide. Was it a 'awwww' moment or a 'ewk" moment?" Sam said with sarcastic voice. After than that Dean was saying something. Probably he was explaining what you wanted. But you weren't hearing him. You weren't listening. You were just looking at Michael. Then suddenly he was gone. You felt paniced for a moment. But tjen he came back with a blade. "Okay Winchester don’t lose it, don't harm it and do not give it to Lucifer. Got it?" He said.8 Dean nodded. "Yeah, yeah we got it The Archdick-with-wings." Michael handed over the blade. “What?” he asked you. “Um, nothing.” You said. “Lying is a sin (y/n).” He said. “It’s just I’ve never seen my father before.” You lied. “My apologizes.” He said. Then he left.

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It has been three days since you saw him. After you killed the dragon he came  and took his blade back. Of course, you were still thinking about him. He was making you feel safe. Happy. Ohgod. You were falling in love with him. With HIM! He was wearing your father! (You may have never seen him before but he is your father). You weren’t falling in love with him. You already fell in love with him. Should you tell him? What would hethink? Would you love you like you love him? Of course he wouldn’t. He is an archangel. No,he is the Archangel. “You are right.He wouldn’t love you like you love him.” “Lucifer! What the hell?”you said. “He would love you more than you love him.” He said with an awkard smile. “What? How did you...” “You were thinking too loud sweety.” He said, laughing. “He is watching over you while you are on a hunt. He said he is getting lost in your smile. But of course, he doesn’t have stomach to say it. So I did. But don’t tell him. He would send me back to that cage. Just sat him that you love him. He loves you too. Wait for 5-10 minutes and pray to him. After he left, pray to me. I’ve got to learn what happened. Okay?” he said. He was talking too fast. “But...” you were about to argue but he stopped you. “Don’t argue. Just do it. I deserve to mess with Michael about this.” Then he left. You did what he said. Waited about 10 minutes and prayed. Michael didn’t show up at first. You thought Lucifer was lying but you were wrong. He came to your prayer. “Yes?” he said. You were getting nervous. “Umm I umm... I just wanted to say umm... Oh God why it has to be so hard?” you tired to talk but damn it was hard. “(y/n) are you allright?” Michael asked. You took a deep breath. “I love you. Like really. I fell in love with you. Just... I know it sounds weird but Lucifer said that you...” you stopped. He told you to don’t mention him. “I’m gonna kill that brat.” He whispered. “I’m sorry. I should’ve know he was lying I’m so sorry.” You paniced. You were so stupid. How could’ve you trusted to Lucifer? Lucifer! “(y/n) well I, he wasn’t lying. I love you so much. With all my heart and my grace. I can’t...” you stopped him. When your lips met with his, you felt pure joy. That kiss, you wished that kiss to never end. “I think I’m thankfull to Lucifer for the first time.” You said. “Still gonna kill him.” He smiled. He kissed you once more. You were kissing your father. And you were enjoying it. “I’m so going to hell.” You said. “I’m sure Lucifer would treat you well.” He said. You laughed. “I’m not saying it to your brothers. They have angel blades.” He said. “Yeah.” You said. Yeah.

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It has been two years since you and Michael started to date. He was right, Dean wasn’t happy about it but meh, he is not happy about anything when it comes to younger siblings. Dean, Adam and you forgave Lucifer but Sam didn’t yet. Even Chuck forgave him but not Sam. Thinking about your life, it was pretty good. Too good. It’s not normal for a Winchester. Damn Winchester bloodyou thought. It daesn’t let you believe you can be this happy. You looked outside from Baby’s window. You were hunting a witch. Michael begged you to not go but you were going anyway. When you arrived to motel you took your own room. You missed Michael so much, so you were gonna need a seperate room.”Michael? I missed you. Could you...” you started praying. “I missed you too my love” he said. You quickly hugged him. Then you whispered to his ear: “Let’s have some fun.”

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How did it come to this? It was suppose to be a simple hunt. Turns out that stupid bitch witch had a special blade. If she stabs you with it andd if you die, there is no turning back. I mean you are not going to heaven, you are not going to hell. You just go. And she was way more powerfull than you thought. She said aomething and you fell on your knees. Then she said something else and a few ugly thing got out of shadows and grabbed Sam and Dean. Then she raised her blade stab you with it. Not from your heart. But pretty close. There was no chance for you to survive. She raised her bladee agaimn but this timee she was the one who screamed with pain. An angel blade, no, an archangel blade was on her chest. “Michael” you whispered. He hold you and said “Stay awake (y/n).” You were slowly falling into the dark. He was trying to heal you but it seemed like it wasn’t working. “You can’t die.” He whispered. “Please don’t die.” His voice were cracking.“She wont die my son. Not today.” Michael looked up to see his father. With a bright light he healed you. The moment the pain was gone you kissed Michael. “That was so cute.” Lucifer said. “You owe me brother. I saved you two twice now.” “Shut up Satan.” It was Dean who said that. It was too close but you weree safe and sound in your lover’s arms. You kissed him once more. No more hunting for me. You thought. You diidn’t know it yet but you were gonna have good long time with him. There was no cure for old age but until then, you were gonna be happy with him. Safe and sound. You will die. But when you do, you will go to his home -or his brother’s home but whatever- You may not have rest of the eternity on earth but you were with him and it all that mattered.

 A/N: I suck at happy endings. I was gonna write a different ending but I didn’t want to break your heart. And of course I can’t write something without Lucifer. What’s wrong with me?

[ourloveisforthelovely]

To the Ends of the Earth 9

Supernatural 

A/n: OOC Gabriel 

Link to Chapter 8

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader

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In front of you stood Adam…

You stood motionless as you looked at your twin with surprised eyes. It had been too long since you had seen your twin. For years you had blamed yourself for the way that your mother and brother had died. It didn’t matter how many times Sam or Dean said that it wasn't your fault, it was always “your fault.”

“Adam.” 

He smiled. 

“Hi Y/n. I have missed you.” 

You didn’t wait a moment longer before taking off to your brother and wrap your arms around him. Adam held you back and pressed his face into your hair

“How are you here?”

You asked as you reached up to cup his face. Adam smiled before glancing over his shoulder at Dean. 

“They helped. That is all that matters. How have you been?”

You thought about telling Adam everything but decided against it. The last thing that you really wanted to do was scare Adm with the past few years of your life. You hadn’t even thought of how you were going to tell him that you were dating an archangel. That was going to be an experience in itself! Internally, you winced. Sam and Dean didn’t take it well. Why in the world would Adam take it decently? 

“Things are great now!” 

Adam took your hand and led you to the couch. He sat down beside you and didn’t let go of your hand. 

“Tell me everything that you have been up to.”

You thought about your words carefully. Adam didn’t like it at all when you chose to go with John Winchester. He about hit the ceiling when you dropped the last name Milligan and went to Winchester.

“Y/n?”

You looked up when Sam said your name. Gabriel stood in the hallway watching you with Adam. His amber eyes were locked on the way that Adam held your hand. You sighed as Adam frowned. Even if Gabriel didn’t know who you were exactly to him at the moment, you knew that look...jealousy. 

“Gabriel.”

You said his name softly before standing up. The last thing that you wanted was for Gabriel to lose his temper and throw you across the room. Even in his right mind, Gabriel wouldn’t have been thrilled to walk in and see you holding another man’s hand. 

Gabriel’s eyes flickered to yours as he gave you the most insolent frown ever. You held your hands up and gave him a soft smile. 

“Come here. It's okay.” 

You said softly. Maybe if you kept your tone gentle everything would be alright. Gabriel looked between Adam and yourself. He glared at Adam and in the moment you prayed that Gabriel wouldn’t figure out that he had archangel powers. 

“Gabriel, please.”

You said again. Gabriel’s attention turned back to yours before slowly walking in your direction. You smiled and reached out for his hand. Gabriel immediately backed away and left you shaking your head. Before the accident, you had made so much progress with the archangel. You could touch him whenever you wanted now. There were sometimes he would shrink away but it was becoming less and less. The more Gabriel stayed on earth the better his reactions to human contact was coming. 

“I’m sorry. Here it's okay. You know it's me. Well, I wish you did.”

You said the last past sadly. Gabriel finally stepped a bit closer to you but would not make any kind of move to touch you. 

“This is my brother. He’s like Sam and Dean are. His name is Adam.” 

Adam, meanwhile, frowned and glanced at his older brothers. Both Sam and Dean were looking at their feet awkwardly. Dean finally looked back up. 

“Y/n, why don’t you take Gabriel and get him settled? Whatever it is you do and sweet Jesus I don’t want to know.” 

You nodded and motioned for Gabriel to follow you back to your room. Stopping at Dean you gave him a scowl. 

“Sex is off the menu right now. In case you haven’t noticed, he is scared to death of me. I could say boo and he would probably hide for weeks. Grow up.” 

Dean waited until your bedroom door closed before he turned his attention back to Adam. 

“Well, welcome.” 

Adam stood and motioned down the hallway. 

“What in the hell was that?” 

Dean glanced over at Sam. They were both mentally doing rock paper scissors on who was going to tell Adam that his twin was in love with an archangel (an archangel that had totally lost his marbles but an archangel all the same). Finally, Dean sighed and decided it would be him. He was the oldest brother, time to do the rough part. 

“That is her boyfriend.”

Adam frowned. 

“What’s wrong with him?”

Dean walked into the kitchen before coming back with a beer. He handed it to Adam before motioning to the table. 

“ You’re going to need this. We sure as hell have.” 

Adam followed his older brothers to the table and sat down. Dean took a sip of his beer before meeting Adam’s questioning gaze. 

“Okay kid...do you want the rough part or the easy part first?”

Adam shrugged. 

“By the way that you two are acting it looks like none of it is going to be easy.” 

Sam nodded. 

“Good observation.  Adam, Gabriel is an archangel. He and Y/n have been seeing each other for a long time...apparently. We didn’t know because she kept everything from us…”

“That is until she ran off with him.”

Dean supplied. Adam frowned. 

“Is this some weird joke?”

Dean motioned to the hallway. 

“Go ask Y/n if you don’t believe us. She is the one that fell in love with him. I don’t know how or why. Neither one of them apparently want or have any idea how to talk about how they got together in the first place. To be honest, I don’t really want to know because...gross. All that I know is Y/n is happy. As much as I want to barf seeing them together...I’m not making her end whatever they have. It's good to see her happy for once....” 

Adam sat for a good few moments digesting everything. It really seemed like some weird ass joke but given his family's history; it probably wasn’t. Now he had to take in the fact that his sister, his other half, was dating something that could easily kill her...not to mention something that was millions of years older than her.

“So what’s wrong with him?”

Sam sighed. 

“His brothers aren’t happy that he is dating a human. They apparently wiped his memory and he is almost vegetable like right now. We are working on fixing him but it isn’t going so well.” 

Adam took a sip of his beer before turning to Dean. 

“Do you have anything stronger than this?”

Dean chuckled and stood up. 

“You bet I do.” 

When Dean walked out of the room, Adam turned to Sam. 

“So Y/n is just going to sit around and baby this guy for the rest of eternity?”

Sam shrugged. 

“As long as it takes. I wouldn’t even try talking her out of it. You’ll just be wasting your time.” 

Adam rolled his eyes. Screw that mess. He was definitely going to be having a talk with you! You needed to get your head out of whatever romance novel that you were stuck in and come back to reality! As far as  Adam was concerned, he was going to be on your case until you broke up with the archangel. There was going to be no more dating angels once Adam got his say! 

“That isn’t going to work.” 

Adam spun around as Castiel came out of the shadows with a frown on his face. 

“Yeah? Why not? She’s going to listen to me.”

Adam sneered. Cas didn’t back down. He didn't have time to deal with Adam at the moment. His plate was full as it was and dealing with some kid with a vendetta just wasn’t happening. 

“Y/n has seen Gabriel’s wings.”

Adam frowned. 

“Yeah, so?”

“You don’t know what that means?”

Cas asked. Adam shook his head as Dean returned with two glasses of whiskey. Dean put the cup down before taking a shot of his own drink.

“It means we can’t break them up.”

Adam leaned back in his chair as Cas sat down across from him. 

“It means that she is his soul mate. If you try to keep them apart, when Gabriel comes back to his senses...you are going to be number 1 on his list. I wouldn’t tangle with an archangel if I were you.”

Adam stood up and rubbed his hands over his eyes. This was the most horrible thing that he could have imagined happening. He was expecting to come back and the two of you just pick up where leaving off. You could be brother and sister again...best friends. Now he knew that nothing could be what it was because nothing was the same. 

“Son of a bitch!” 

(meanwhile) 

You sat across from Gabriel as he stared off into space. Sighing, you wanted nothing more than to reach out and stroke one of his loose curls away from his face. This would be a hell of a moment, to have your actual boyfriend back! 

“You don’t have to worry about Adam. He’s my brother and this isn’t an episode of Game of Thrones.”

Gabriel’s attention turned to you as he looked at you curiously. You smiled. 

“That got your attention.” 

Gabriel only blinked a few times. You were struggling. Struggling was a light word to use at the moment.You were so close to losing it that if there was one more slight inconvenience; you would probably break out in tears. 

“Gabriel, I wish that you could talk...or know who I am...anything. I am trying so hard to help you and I feel like I am not getting anywhere. That doesn’t mean that I don’t love you though. I love you so much...if I have to spend the rest of forever trying to fix you I will but I am going to need some help from you too. All I know is, when I get my hands on your brothers...it isn’t going to be pretty. Hell, you’ll probably get mad at me for what I am going to do to them…” 

Gabriel reached out and took your hand in his. He stroked the palm of your hand slowly. 

“I think somewhere in there you know where I am.”

Gabriel’s honey eyes rolled back to yours before giving you a small smile. He didn’t let go of your hand before moving his fingers into the shape of sign language letters. You frowned before following along slowly. He couldn’t speak a word but could remember how to do sign language. You would take it! At the moment, you would take anything that he had to give you. 

“Pretty girl.” 

You said with a smile when his hand stopped moving. Gabriel nodded before continuing to stroke your hand. You couldn’t fight the smile that spread across your face. Looking back up, you met Gabriel’s face. Just that little bit was enough to renew your very weak faith in some kind of miracle. 

“We’ll figure it out.” 

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