#arthur ketch fluff fanfic

[diabolimeservavit666]

Brings Me Back To When We Were Young

Mick leans in, nozzling his head into Ketch's neck. Ketch has an arm around him, his hand placed gently on on the slightly shorter man's waist as he looks down at his lover. He smiles at the pure look of content in those bright green eyes and the lashes of red, green, white, blue, and purple shine on his face. The fireworks were beautiful as they were any other year but something about seeing them from this height came with its own sense of nostalgia, back to when they were kids at the Achademy below them: Kendricks.

"Do you ever miss this?" Mick asks, eyes still set just above the horizon. Ketch lets out a brief chuckle.

"Do I ever miss what? The sneaking around, hiding behind closed doors and up here on the roof top just to love my best friend, and pray that we wouldn't get caught?" The wording however hinting of displeasure, his tone had a hint of humor to it. "It might have all been fun but, Mr. Davies…" Ketch lowers his tone, whispering his next words into Mick's ear. "if we had been caught by any of our fellow students or, Heaven forbid, the Headmistress herself, you know what would happen next, I hope. One of us would have to kill the other." His tone got real cold with that last sentence and Mick laughs, despite the fact that that would've frightened or, at least, concerned anyone else.

" 'Because the code demands it'. The old woman really had a stick up her-" Ketch places his index finger to Mick's lips to silence him.

"Shhh… We're not alone." Sure enough, Mick cranes his neck to look behind them and there were two young boys around the age of eleven or twelve, both dressed in the Kendricks uniform. They were pale and frozen in fear with their hands intertwined with the others, probably assuming that the older men were Professors and going to report them. Mick sighs, giving them a warm reassuring smile of understanding.

"It's okay. This is a safe place. Or rather, it was when we went here."

"You don't have to worry." Ketch chimes in. "We are not going to report you. It'd be a bit redundant, don't you think?"

"Thank you, sir." One of the boys says as they find their favorite spot, having a little skip to their step as they do. They choose to sit only a few feet further down, one between the other's legs and wrapped in his arms. Soft whispers could be heard for them, the unmistakable giggles were much louder.

"You remember when we were like that?" Mick says, returning his attention to his lover.

"How could I ever forget?" Ketch places a tender kiss on Mick's neck, turning the reciever a little red.

"Do you think our secret's safe with them?" Mick's a little more serious this time. Ketch takes a good look at the boys then turns back to Mick.

"Certainly. Even if they were to report us to the proper authority, they would have to explain what they were doing up here. And something tells me that neither of them want to face those consequences." Mick turns to the boys, their joy shining a little light into his heart and he agrees. Why ruin the one place where you're safe… to be you?

[strangelysamantha]

reassurance ❀

arthur ketch x plus!insecure!reader.

warnings: insecure reader, reader gets hurt, mention of blood, stab wounds, besides that cute fluff.

words: 1,242.

summary: arthur ketch is over you being insecure, because he knows your perfect. it takes you being stabbed to realize how deep his adoration is for you.

request? yes! from dms “…i would like the plus size reader and him to be in a relationship and be on a job and she gets stabbed in the stomach or something and he has to heal her with first aid but she doesn't want him to lift her shirt cuz she's so insecure of her stomach and its fat around him? and he stops being so harsh and sweetens his demeanor for his girlfriend?”

a/n: sorry this is late! struggled with some technical issues. more stories out today!! love y’all! if you enjoyed this story, like and comment! also i haven’t seen supernatural in a year or two so i hope this is good as i’m writing it off memory. <3

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you were currently in a relationship with arthur ketch. the two of you had been dating for a little over six months. although you loved him dearly, you couldn’t help but feel insecure around him. the jokes he made, although he always meant well and it was all for fun, didn’t stop you from feeling insecure around him. you two were going strong; and you had a great relationship. the only downside was you actively went out of your way to avoid him seeing your stomach at all costs. he knew what you looked like, but he respected your boundaries, he never wanted to push or pressure you into anything especially if you weren’t comfortable with it.

arthur ketch, despite telling you to stay back, was undeniably walking into a death trap. you couldn’t just stand by and watch him proceed as if it wasn’t his stupidest idea, and granted, he has had a great share of awful ideas. you followed close behind him on foot, carefully ensuring that he didn’t see you following after him. once the coast was clear, you quickly moved closer to inspect the situation at hand.

despite your various efforts to remain unseen by him, he had seen you, and he wasn’t happy about it. “god! you never listen, and now you're with me. just another distraction. stay behind me, and actually listen to me this time.” his frustration was evident, but he was caught off guard. this is what allowed sam to approach us, a shiny knife in hand. you were startled by him, not prepared for what his plan was. he looked off, scarier, his eyes looked dead.

“uh… ketch?!” you exclaim, he looks away from you, back at sam. ketch straightens his back. “nice seeing you again sam, although, i can’t help but wish it was under better circumstances.” you bite your lip in anticipation waiting for what was going to happen next. sam chuckles, “oh trust me, the feeling isn’t mutual.” sam approached you two, his knife pointed outwards towards ketch specifically. “who’s this?” his knife now pointed at you. “no one. just an innocent bystander. leave her out of it.” you slowly back up, but sam’s smirk showcased he didn’t believe what he was saying.

“i don’t want to kill you, mr. arthur ketch. just want to scare you a bit, show you who you are messing with.” in a split second, before you even realized it, sam had sent the knife flying. ketch was confused since he hadn’t felt anything, that was until he looked behind at you. your eyes were wet from tears, and sam’s silver knife was lodged into your stomach, blood already coating your shirt.

ketch turned around looking for sam, but he had already vanished, clearly completing his mission. his mind was running rampant, not entirely sure on how he should handle this situation. luckily ketch’s adrenaline kicked into hard drive, and he was sprinting towards you. his hand swiftly was placed on your stomach, and you undoubtedly became self conscious. you push his hand away, scared he’d see how big you were. “ketch please don’t!” he shook his head, annoyed. “you will die! i need to touch and see your stomach.” you shook your head, crawling away from him, the knife still sticking out of your stomach.“dont! don’t look at my stomach. please, i don’t want you to see!” his emotions were conflicted, “why can’t i just see your stomach!? i need to help you! do you not understand that if i don’t check on the wound you’ll bleed out and die!?” you shake your head, “i don’t care! please just call an ambulance, do anything you want, BUT don’t lift my shirt up or touch my stomach.” you begged, the pain taking over as you hissed when you exhaled too much.

“i don’t care what you want. you act like i care about your weight. i love you for you, okay? if i didn’t like your stomach, and i was so “disgusted” by it, i wouldn’t be here. hell! we wouldn’t even be dating!” he reached for your shirt again, you tried to push his hand away, but he slapped your hand away. “stop. i’m looking regardless of what you do.” he slowly lifts the shirt. his eyes saddened as he saw how deep the knife was. “stay here, i have a first aid kid in my car. don’t move.” you frown, self conscious as your entire stomach was on display. he runs towards his car, leaving you alone bleeding out on the pavement.

when he comes back, you felt lightheaded and sick. he lifts your shirt again. “i promise you, i love you for you. regardless of your weight, or stomach, or whatever. on any other day, i would listen to your requests, but not when your life's on the line.” you nod, as he takes a wet cloth, wiping away the mess the blood caused. he continues to deal with the wound. after he cleaned it as best he could, he helped you up. “come on we need to go to the hospital, you need stitches.” you frown but follow him to his car.

when you arrived at the hospital, you were immediately checked in. they took you back and gave you stitches. while in surgery, ketch was out in the waiting room, his hand covered in your blood. when looking down at his hands, he begins to feel disgusted. he rushes to the bathroom, thoroughly washing his hands with soap. he returns to the waiting room, his leg shaking. he was caught in a trance before he heard your name. “yes! is she alright?” the nurse smiles softly, nodding.

“yes she’s okay, she’s in recovery, just calming down. you’re lucky you cleaned it, and got her here when you did. when she checked in she was minutes away from losing too much blood.” his smile leaves his face as soon as it comes. the shock is evident as he realizes he could have lost you. “can i see her?” he asked the nurse. “yes, follow me.” he follows the nurse to your room.

you were sitting up in the hospital bed, your stomach aching from pain as the pain meds were wearing off. “ketch…” he shushes you. “calm down, you’re okay. i- i can’t believe i almost lost you.” you nod, and he frowns. he scoots the chair closer to the bed before sitting on it, his hand reaching for yours. “i’m sorry i wouldn’t let you see my stomach.” you wait for his response. “it’s okay. i understand you are self conscious of it, i just wish you could understand that i don’t care about what you look like, i don’t care about your weight, or anything like that.” you nod, “i know you don’t, it’s just sometimes i forget.” he nods, staying silent. 

his hand is warm against your hand. “try and get some rest. you’ve been through a lot.” he glances up at you, and sees a soft smile on your lips. “okay.” your hesitation was evident, “i’ll be here when you wake up.” you sigh. “okay.” you lean back, trying to get some rest like he had asked. soon, he heard you had fallen asleep, his heart never stopped beating quickly. the realization that you wouldn’t have been alive if the situation was any different scared him. now, he was contemplating ways to get back at sam, for putting you in this situation.

[holylulusworld]

The girl on the bridge (6) - The way to move on

Title: The girl on the bridge (6) - The way to move on

Summary: You lost your child and life becomes too heavy to keep ongoing. That’s when you meet your guardian angel. 

Square filled for @winchesterandbeyondbingo​​​: Nurse AU

Square filled for @spndeanbingo​: Breakfast in bed

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader 

Characters: Arthur Ketch

Word Count: 1,8 k

Rating: Mature

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of child’s death, mentions of attempted suicide, fluff, cuddling & snuggling, hurt & comfort, a hint of pining, different pov’s

A/N: Please head the trigger warnings for this story! This fiction and their way to cope is not something happening in real life. Take care of yourself. I mention suicide and other triggers.

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Dean’s PoV

“Where did you get the fairy lights?” I ask Y/N. She looks up at the fairy lights, undoubtedly thinking about Abigail again and I turn my head to face her, watching her smile.

“I bought them for Abby’s birthday. She loved fairy lights and I wanted to put them into her room. I never got the chance to do so—” she sniffs, eyes meeting mine. “Yesterday I was thinking about Abby and then I decided to celebrate her life, not mourn her loss.”

“Celebrate her life,” I smile at Y/N. My hand reaches out for her to gently run over her hair, and I feel a weight lift off my chest when she smiles back at me, “that’s a wonderful way to remember her. She would be happy to see you used her fairy lights to create this wonderful pillow fort.”

“You are always invited to stay here with me,” she says, and I will take her up on that offer. I haven’t felt so relaxed and safe in ages. “Only if you want to, of course.”

“How about we have a movie night at your fort,” I suggest without hesitation. There is something about Y/N making me feel carefree. “I’ll pay for food and drinks, miss.”

“Snacks are on the house, Sir,” I laugh loudly and it feels damn good. “Beer too.”

“How was your week?” I ask.

“My boss called a few days ago,” she says, and I realize, I never asked her about her job or life. All I know is the tragic part of her life, not the good times. “I’m a nurse and work at the hospital, you know.”

“Oh,” I frown, combing through my brain to remember if I ever saw her at the hospital. Usually, I hate to spend time at this place. There are only bad memories coming to me when I enter the hospital. 

“Do you like your job?” I ask to get to know more about Y/N and her life. Maybe we can bond over her job. We both help people. 

“I love it,” she says, moving a little closer to place her hand onto my chest. “I work at the pediatric wards. This is where I met Ketch and Abigail,” Y/N’s eyes sadden when she mentions her ex-fiancé. “Abby, she broke an arm when she fell off her bike. I talked to her, we played cards and then…”

“Ketch fell in love with the girl helping his daughter, a classic,” I try to not sound too bitter. “Sorry, that wasn’t nice.”

“No, you are right. You know, I refused to go out with him at first. You aren’t the first person to tell me he only fell for me to make up I took care of his daughter while he wasn’t around,” I feel a pang of jealousy hit me out of nowhere when she tells me about their first date. “I guess this doesn’t matter anymore.”

“It’s always hard to move on from a relationship. Lisa and I, you know Ben’s mom,” I release a shuddery breath to calm my nerves. It’s been a while since I talked about Lisa and our past, “we parted way on a friendly basis.”

“Did you talk to her lately? Maybe it would help you to talk about what happened to her. She lost her son too and—” I can see the struggle on her face when she tries to bring out the words. 

“I attended the funeral and we met up once or twice. It’s just, her new boyfriend doesn’t like having me close. He’s the alpha kind of guy,” I huff. “It’s better this way. We talked things out years ago and there is nothing left unsaid.”

“That’s good,” Y/N says, and I know her mind is racing once again. “Honestly, that’s a good thing to do. Maybe I should talk to Ketch too. You know, to end things right or something,” she pinches the bridge of her nose, sighing, “that’s an awful idea, right?”

“No, I don’t think it’s an awful idea,” I bite my tongue. In all honesty, I hate Y/N wants to talk to her ex-fiancé again but, on the other hand, I’ve got no right to stop her from doing so, “It’s just, I don’t want you to get hurt again.”

“Okay, I will think about it another time. Now, how about I’ll make us breakfast and we can decide what to eat for lunch,” I smirk at Y/N. 

She doesn’t know yet, but I have a thing for food. I find comfort in greasy food and pie. This way I can pretend, only for a while, that my life isn’t the mess I made out of it.

“How about I get us breakfast from the diner around the corner and you’ll wait here for me.”

“You should have a shower first, Mr. Winchester. I don’t want you to buy food while smelling bad. All the pretty girls would run away from you,” damn me, she just teased the hell out of me without batting an eyelash. 

“Alright, sweetheart,” I crawl out of the pillow fort, already missing the safety it offers. “What do you like for breakfast?”

“Surprise me,” she says, and I like her, even more, when she whispers, “anything coming with bacon is fine.”

“Bacon it is…”

“Best breakfast in bed ever,” I chuckle when Y/N steals another piece of my bacon. She munches happily, looking so different from the girl on the bridge.

“You bought enough for a family, Dean,” she says, still, her hands drift toward my plate again to snatch the last piece of bacon. “And this is not a bed, it’s a pillow and blanket fort, Sir. That’s a difference.”

“We are sitting on a mattress, my lady and I, Earl of Winchester, declare this pillow fort to be named bed,” I lower my voice. “Now, what do you want for lunch.”

Y/N falls back onto the mattress, hand gently rubbing her belly. She groans and then, a little burp leaves her lips. I snicker, as she doesn’t seem to care. Any other girl would’ve been embarrassed but she just lies there, enjoying I lie next to her, full of food and comfortable.

“We should go for something less greasy and healthy, Dean,” she rolls to her side, groaning. “I agreed to go back to work next month. My boss said I can take my time, though.

“If you feel ready,” I trail off, waiting for my brain to catch up with my heart. I don’t know how to tell her she shouldn’t go back too soon. “Bobby asked me to come back too. I love my job, I do but—”

“I get it,” she says, running her hand over my scruffy chin. A soft smile plays on her lips, and I can’t help but press a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “You are not ready to go back. What about you come here anytime you need a safe place?”

“I will defend our pillow fort with honor and all my strength,” she grins now, eyes lighting up when I tell her that there is no place I’d rather be.

She doesn’t need to know it’s her making me feel whole again…not yet…

Normal PoV

“Hey, uh—this is Y/N,” you awkwardly shift from one foot to the other while pressing the phone to your ear. “You called me last week, but I was in no condition to answer the phone. I kinda had an accident.”

“Y/N,” you can hear Ketch’s rough voice crack, he takes a deep breath, as if he tries to prepare himself for a fight. “How are you? I—I tried to reach you to apologize. It’s been a year now and I can finally talk about my little angel without breaking down.”

You sniff at Arthur’s admission. “I’m sorry to bring up bad memories.”

“No, no, darling,” he says, inhaling sharply at the slip of tongue. “Sorry, that was…Y/N, I called to tell you how sorry I am for leaving you alone with your pain and grief. I’m not good at talking about feelings but, I just couldn’t breathe close to you after we lost Abby.”

“Arthur, I,” you swallow thickly, at the loss of words. How can you tell him you understand his reasons for abandoning you know. “You had to go. It was what was best for you to move on.”

“I didn’t move on, Y/N,” he says, wiping his eyes on the other end of the planet. “I move thousands of miles away from you and her grave and still, my heart lies buried with her. I can’t move on, and I will never move on from you, or her.”

“You must,” you say, pressing the phone a little closer to your ear. “I—I tried to kill myself last week. If not for a firefighter jumping into the water to fish me out, I would be dead.”

“OH, god,” Arthur sniffs. “Y/N, why didn’t you call me. I know that I’m an asshole for leaving you all alone, but I would’ve tried to help you heal.”

“Arthur, a part of me will always cherish our time together and I will always love Abigail,” you cry, fighting your tears, “but you can’t put me back together. It’s not your job to help me heal, it’s mine. I think I found a way to do so, and I want you to do the same.”

“I’m happy for you,” he says, listening to your silent sobs. “Y/N, I really loved you.”

“I know,” whispering the words you look at the picture of you and him on your sideboard. “I loved you too but sometimes, love ain’t enough. I decided after Dean saved me that I want to celebrate Abby’s life, not mourn her loss. I want to remember her and our life together. Do the same or find another way.”

“Celebrate her life,” Arthur repeats your words. 

“Goodbye Arthur, I wish you all the best. I  hope, one day, you will find peace and love again. Until then, I will pray for you.”

“Y/N,” he sniffs. “Please be safe and …”

Dean’s PoV

“We’ve got popcorn, sweets, and soft drinks. In the back are beer and chocolate,” Y/N seems much calmer tonight. “And I already chose a movie.”

“Shoot me, sweetheart,” I lie back on a bunch of pillows, smirking when she starts the movie. She moved the TV closer to the pillow fort so we can watch the movie on a big screen, not her laptop. “What did you choose?”

“A cheesy hallmark movie, sue me,” she says. “I was in the mood for romantic crap...and I called Ketch.”

“Wait, uh—what. I mean, how did it go?” I ask, glancing at Y/N. I watch her move a little closer to me to curl in my side, fearing it didn’t go well.

“He called me a week ago,” she begins. “I think it went well, Dean. He apologized and I understand now that he didn’t have a choice but to leave. We both need to find a way to move on. We just can’t do it together.”

While I try to focus on the movie Y/N plays with the seam of my worn-out plaid. I dare not to speak when she moves a little closer to rest her head onto my chest.

“I’m glad it went well,” I mumble.

“Now you need to find a way to forgive yourself,” I fight the tears when Y/N looks up at me with teary eyes. “I don’t want to lose you, Dean. If you want me to, I’ll try to help you too…”

>> Part 7

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[feirceangel]

SUPERNATURAL

These are all of my imagines for the tv show Supernatural! Please enjoy!

Sam & Dean

Campout

Birthday 

Falling

Napping

Snow

The End

Hungry

Torture

Mermaid (Part One) & (Part Two)

Gabriel

Amusement Park

Arthur Ketch 

First Encounter 

Alone Time? 

Interrogation

Morning

Hunt

Benny Lafitte

Purgatory

Sleep

Eavesdropping

Embrace

Bobby Singer

Girlfriend 

Hurt

Waitress

[nerdlifecentral]

Unknown Secrets [2]

Summary: The reader offers to offer to help the Winchesters and British Men of Letters with hopefully tracking down Asmodeus and his child.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Rowena, Castiel, Gabriel, Asmodeus, Ketch, Mick, reader, supernatural creatures.

Pairing: N/A, everyone is platonic

Genre: angst, little fluff

Word Count: 3,006

Warnings (whole series): language, show-level violence, show-level gore, death, kidnapping, panic attack description.

A/N: Welp it’s my first fic and I’m already posting later than I meant, super sorry for that but thank you all for your support and I hope you enjoy this next chapter! Any questions, suggestions, or anything at all lemme know.

"Alright so, is there a way to track down the demon kid specifically?" Dean thinks aloud.

"We just found out that this thing exists, Dean. I doubt there's another spell or book we can use." Cas says with an exasperated sigh.

"Great! That's just peachy. So what do we do now?" Dean throws his head back and his arms up.

"We should split up and try to find out which city Asmodeus is in, and which city this "Prince of Hell" is in." Sam says with air quotes.

"No, Sammy - that's not a good ide-"

"It's the only route that makes sense.” Cas interrupts Dean.

"Are you kidding me, Cas?" Dean explodes, " 'only route that makes sense' my ass. We are not splitting up like freakin' Scooby Doo!"

"Dean, it's the only way we can quickly pinpoint which demon is in each city and then plan a course of action from there." Sam tries to intervene between the two and convince Dean, but he seemingly isn't willing to budge. The brothers stare at each other weighing the pros versus cons and the risks involved until Dean caves with a grunt and wave of his hand.

"Alright fine, whatever. How are we gonna do this?"

"Well, I was thinking we call up Ketch and Mick to check out New Mexico with Cas while we search around in Iowa." Sam explains, "That way, we'll be covering both cities in good time and have some backup for when we do find Asmodeus and his kid." Sam offers.

"And this day just gets even better...." Dean grumbles, "I mean really Sam? Are we really asking the Brits for help again?" Sam and Cas both grumble about Dean's comment as a brief silence falls over the men.

“If it’s any consolation, there is a case in Iowa. Kill two crows with one rock.” Cas says, turning to Dean with a hopeful smile. Dean rolls his eyes and Sam chuckles under his breath.

“I’ll call Mick and you two get the car packed up.” Sam says walking towards his room.

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“What the hell? We’ve searched this whole warehouse with not a single vamp! You sure this is the place Sammy?” Dean grumbles in anger.

“You snooze, you lose.” Ketch laughs as he and Mick enter the room with bloodied machetes.

“Again, what the hell?” Dean reiterates.

“How could we miss out on all the fun?” Ketch says while vaguely gesturing with his machete around the room.

“Yeah well it ain’t much fun without any fancy toys.” Dean grumbles prompting Mick to step in explaining “We decided to have a go at this a bit more old school” he says while showing off his machete.

“Let’s just head back to the motel and try to figure out where this thing is and how to kill it.” Sam says as he and Dean begin to walk through the warehouse towards the Impala with Mick and Ketch following behind.

“Why stop the fun now?” Ketch says, making Sam and Dean stop in their tracks to turn and face the Brits again.

“Sorry Ketch but we’ve still got a massive case here like apocalypse level case, no more fun until this is sorted out.” Dean says and turns swiftly on his heel towards Baby.

Ketch opens his mouth to probably add some snarky comment when Mick puts a hand on his shoulder and explains “I believe what he was trying to say,” Ketch sighs annoyed and shrugs Mick’s hand off. “Is that there is a local bar nearby that is exclusive to Hunters; Ketch gets his “fun” and we have the opportunity to find out some possible leads and information in tracking, capturing, and killing a hybrid of this kind.” Dean angrily sheathes his machete and looks to Sam who also sheathes his machete and agrees to meet them at the bar in half an hour.

Sam and Dean get into Baby and pull away from the now abandoned warehouse, loud rock music plays as they start the drive to their motel room.

Dean turns slightly in his seat to Sam and asks “Did you know about this?”

Sam stares at Dean for a moment before responding with “Did I know about what? That Mick and Ketch would deal with the vamp nest before we were even parked? Or that they stuck two random hunters that we’ve never met in New Mexico with Cas?” Dean sends a quick eyebrow raise and tilts his head to the side as if Sam just proved him right. Sam huffs and says “If that’s what you’re asking then no, why would I want Cas stuck with two know-nothing agents when we can handle this on our own?”

“Relax, Sammy. I was just asking, no harm or blow to the ego intended alright?” Dean glances to Sam who sighs and looks away toward his window. They fall silent and the tension is cut when Sam’s phone starts ringing. He pulls it out of his jean pocket to see that Cas is calling him. Sam answers the phone and puts it on speaker.

“Hey, Cas. How’s that little town looking?”

“Hello, Sam.” Cas replies sounding frustrated. “Going well except Mick and Ketch never even showed up and have apparently sent two other British Men of Letters to assist me in their place.” Sam rolls his eyes and drops his head slightly as Dean explains what happened.

“Yeah they showed up at that nest we were gonna take out and there wasn’t a hint of a fight there.”

“Hello, Dean. As far as I can tell Asmodeus or his offspring are no longer here.” Sam and Dean share a look and share a moment of silence.

“Well, are you sure Cas?” Sam questions.

Cas huffs an annoyed sigh “Yes, Sam I am very sure. We have checked every spot we could and I’m not feeling any dark energy or use of power on that level. The agents, well more Thomas than Angelica think that we should do a quick sweep of neighboring towns to be sure.”

Dean nods and quickly explains that the brothers along with Mick and Ketch are checking out a local Hunter’s bar to get some leads and information on either Asmodeus or the possibility of a nephidemon.

“Alright, well call if you hear anything and I will do the same.” Cas replies.

“You got it.” Dean affirms, “and come over to Motel 36 or y/n's bar, The Fallen when you’re done to see if you feel any power or whatever.”

“Of course, Dean. I will call once I’m headed there.”

“Thanks, Cas, talk soon.” Sam says as he ends the call and Dean pulls into the parking space near their room.

The brothers enter a bar filled with other Hunters and make their way to the bar top where Ketch and Mick are seated.

“Ah look who decided to show rather than sit in some motel room and root around pointlessly on the internet!” Ketch exclaims patting the seat next to him which Dean takes as Sam sits next to him.

Dean turns to Ketch and asks “We got a game plan yet?”.

“Lucky for you, we happen to be very good friends with the lovely y/n. She’s the young woman who owns this bar, if anyone has information about rare supernatural creatures or strange things happening in town, she’s your girl.” Mick explains as they survey the bar for anything interesting.

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I let the rock music fill my ears as I get lost in making various drinks, the bar is completely full and buzzing with energy. So many of them going on hunts, coming back from them, or somewhere in between. All very normal conversations to hear and be a part of, although one thing I was not expecting for tonight would be Mick and Ketch to come into my bar and tell me they’re gonna be joined by the Winchester brothers.

I mean, the Winchesters meeting up with two of the most well-known British Men of Letters? Let’s just say I laughed and bet that if they do show, they’re drinks are all on me.

Turns out, about thirty minutes later in walks who I assume to be Sam and Dean who make their way through the crowd and next to the Brits. Who both send a pointed look my way and Ketch his signature wink which only earns him an eyeroll.

“There goes all my alcohol and profit for the night.” I think annoyed at myself. Although they don’t look it, those charming agents can hold their liquor. And from what I’ve heard about Sam and Dean, so can they.

“You two must be the Winchesters.” I said, walking over to the group. The two Hunters both share a look while Ketch tries to disguise a laugh with a cough, while who I assume to be Sam responds unsure,

“Uh yeah, that’s us. But how do you know that? I don’t recognize you from anywhere and we’ve never been in Dubuque before.”

I chuckle and say “No we’ve never met, but working in a place like this you hear a story or two. Along with some tales from these two charming Men of Letters that is.” I add with a dramatic bow directed to Ketch and Mick.

“Don’t patronize yourself, y/n. As I remember you were absolutely enthralled when you met us.” Ketch says leaning on the bar top slightly with a playful smirk.

“You must have had a large impact since I can hardly remember it.” I wink playfully at Mick making him blush slightly. “Anyways, what can I do for you boys?”

I look expectantly at the four Hunters in front of me as they all share a quick look. Sam begins by saying “Well, we’ve been trying to find out where the Prince of Hell, Asmodeus is and found something weird.” He pauses to glance up at me and I respond with “okay I already have questions, how did you even find Asmodeus? I heard he was hanging out in either Syria or Hell.” I asked, leaning on the bar top slightly.

Sam huffs a laugh and explains “a good friend of ours crafted a potential tracking spell and-” I hold my hand up and interject, “Let me guess, a lovely red-headed witch by the name of Rowena?” I smile as Dean sits straighter and looks taken aback for a moment.

He points at me and leans forward a little while questioning, “you know her?”.

I laugh and cross my arms, “Not many get the chance to know her - to really know her. But I can say I am one of the lucky ones.”

“Small world huh?” Sam says with a small smile. I shrug and give him a small nod for him to continue. “Anyway, we tried the spell and it kinda worked but we don’t know what to do now and we heard you might be able to help us.”

“I’ve always wanted to work with a Winchester, or Castiel even; plus it’d be pretty nice to get back in the saddle again for an interesting hunt.” I think as Sam gives a look that can only be described as puppy dog eyes and Dean slightly looks up from the drink held loosely in his hands with a trace of hope in his eyes. “Okay, but what do you mean it “kinda worked” exactly?” I say with a wave of my hand to accentuate the point.

“As in it tracked to two different cities in the US, which isn’t possible as far as we know.” Mick says after taking a drink of his beer. I slightly turn towards him and tilt my head trying to figure out how that’s even possible; that is, assuming the spell worked one-hundred percent.

“You ever hear or know of anything like that ever happening?” Ketch prompts, leaning forward on the counter a bit. I lean back against the mostly empty wall behind me save for some paintings and shelves with various liquor and beer bottles on them. I rest my hand against the side of my face and try to think about what I might know for their situation.

“They always get the weird and hard cases don’t they? I mean, the only thing that could appear to be spreading or sharing it’s power could be a new nephilim, but that’s half-angel, half-human. But Asmodeus is a demon so maybe it’s a demon version of a nephilim?” I push back off the counter and explain, “There’s no evidence or lore of it but it could be a demon version of a nephilim?”

I cross my arms as Dean says, “That’s all we got too.”

“Well, if you guys don’t mind sticking around till closing I can ask around and let you know what I can dig up?” Before anyone could even think about my offer, Ketch throws his arms up dramatically and almost shouts,

“We don’t mind at all! Take all the time you need darling. ”

I smile and respond “Thank you, I’ll get back to y’all in a few hours.” I nod to them and walk away when Mick calls out,

“And don’t forget about the drinks you owe us!” I turn back around and playfully shake my head at him as he smiles broadly. 

“I’m in for a long run with ‘em. Who woulda thought I would be working closely with two British Men of Letters and the Winchesters…”

~~~~later~~~~

I finished cleaning up the bar and walked out locking the door behind me. I turn around and see Sam and Dean leaning against their beautiful Impala with the Brits standing across from them talking casually. Their heads slowly turn towards me as I approach putting on my leather jacket and slinging my faded green backpack over one shoulder.

“Everyone here that I talked with has no idea how to help you guys, most haven’t even heard of Princes of Hell or Asmodeus; let alone if one of ‘em has had a child with a human or that if it’s possible.” the boys deflate “But I don’t see that it’s all that impossible. I mean, if angels can do it why couldn’t a demon?” I say with a smile and one hand resting on my hip.

Dean crosses his arms and gives me a noncommittal shrug and says, “yeah hopefully you’re right. Doubt the spell would only work half-way too, we all know Rowena. No way one of her spells would be jacked up or something.” I nod and grab the other strap for my backpack and put it all the way on while saying,

“Well, by any means, I want to help.” Mick turns to me with crossed arms and asks with concern laced in his voice, “you’re sure?” I raise my eyebrows at him and wait a moment before stating confidently “Very. I can help you with research related stuff, and I get to get my hands dirty again and glean some info about Princes of Hell and possibly a…” I glance upwards trying to think of a way to easily describe a demon and human’s spawn.

Dean pushes off of his car and says “Nephidemon.”

I smile at him and respond “Nephidemon, like the term.” He leans back against Baby and turns to Sam with a smug grin which only earns him a snort and a small shove from his brother. I continue with, “I’m all in. And if you need any more reason, you have the most knowledgeable person when it comes to this town and the surrounding areas. Especially when it comes to things that go bump in the night.” I look to Ketch who only shrugs and points his head toward Sam and Dean. I glance towards them who both look unconvinced. I let out a long sigh and cast my gaze more to their boots and add, “plus, I do kinda owe you guys for taking out that huge vamp nest about 10 miles west.”

Sam furrows his brows in confusion, before he could say anything though Ketch interrupts “Yes she knew about the nest before and no we didn’t tell her we were going to or that we had taken care of it.”

“Not that you would have needed to,” I say while crossing my arms. Drawing an even more confused look from Sam and an over it look on Dean’s face. “I’ve got to keep an eye on my town, my Hunters; gotta take care of the folks who can’t really take that good care of themselves. Whether it be Hunters seemingly with a death wish or innocent people ‘round here.” I respond gesturing first to my bar then to the surrounding, now closed, businesses. Sam and Dean both take a moment to mull it over.

Then Dean shrugs and looks to Sam who turns to me and says "Alright, we could certainly use all the help we could get."

"We're staying at the hotel across from the 7-11 a couple miles down the road. Let's all meet there at 9." Dean suggests looking to all of us. We all nod in agreement and start to go our separate ways when an old truck pulls up next to the Impala, and a guy in a trenchcoat steps out.

"Hey Cas. Finished up in Las Vegas?" Sam says to this man who is apparently the Winchesters well known angel companion.

The angel drops his shoulders slightly and sighs, responding "Well it was the deadest dead end we could have possibly looked into. Figure I would be of more use here."

Dean smiles and says "Glad to have you here, feathers." Walking to the car and patting Cas’s back.

"I hate to break up this reunion, " I interject " but I've gotta get home, see you all tomorrow. " I wave to all of them and walk back to my car, get in, and drive away while subconsciously watching the five infamous heroes slowly fade from my rearview mirror. Wondering what tomorrow could possibly bring.

[snowlovespie]

More Than Words

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Arthur Ketch(mentioned), Jody Mills(mentioned)

Summary: Sometimes, when you don't know how to say it, you let actions be your voice.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff, implied sexy stuff, blood and gore (?) I don't know, let me know if I’m forgetting something.

Words count: 3.8k (Sorry *sigh* I-I can explain)

A/N: This was written for @jay-and-dean Jay’s 3k Celebration. Congratulations again Jay, you're simply amazing, and you really deserve all the love!!! I chose Sam as my third character, and my prompts were "Someone is naked" - “You said that 3 times already, I get it.” I hope you'll like it!! So, here's the thing. This is my first FanFic in 10 years (super long hiatus) and the very first one in English, so, please have mercy 😅 I'm not gonna lie, that was hard, and I thought several times "I'm insane or what?", but I consider this one my 'out-of-the-comfort-zone fiction', so it was really worth a try. A special thank you to the amazing @libre1rose8 for being my beta, and a costant and incredible support for my insecure a*s.

Please tell me what you think about it.

It was supposed to be an easy work, just an ordinary case of Shifters in a small town in South Dakota, and they planned to get it done in no more than two days, 3 at most. Get over there, take those fuckers out, go home. Easy and quick.

But in the hunting life, especially the Winchesters’, nothing has ever been easy and quick, so why should it have been an exception that time?

Two new hunts popped up in the same town, a Wraith' case, and cherry on top, Ghouls. And those suckers were the toughest ones.

Everything had required 3 more intense days of interrogations, research, lack of sleep and an inevitable increase in stress level.

3 hunts in a row, and to say it was a massacre is an understatement.

Heading to the Impala, to finally drive back to the motel, Dean checked that no one was seriously injured.

Sam reassured him that aside from a few bruises and a couple of scratches, he was fine "Extremely tired, but happy it's all over" he stated before getting into the car. Y/N though, didn't say a word, heavy breathing due to the adrenaline still pumping through her system.

But as soon as Dean approached Y/N, he couldn't help but notice her clothes were soaked in blood, so he reached for her hand, cocking his head to get her attention.

"Hey, are you okay?" his voice firm and full of concern.She snorted, biting her lips, trying to avoid his gaze.

Worried, Dean placed a finger under her chin, slightly lowering himself . "Hey, Y/N, look at me, are you hurt?" he asked, not missing how she looked everywhere but him.

"I-I'm fine" she said with a trembling voice, pulling her face away from his grip.

He shook his head, not convinced from her words. He knew her well enough by now to know when she was lying. "No, you’re not fine, you’re sure far from being fine, you're covered in blood, you’re shaking, an-" he tried, increasing a little his hold on her hand.

"Not my blood, ok? You happy? let's go now" she spat, finally looking at him straight in the face.

Dean flinched at her words, eyes widening in astonishment by her unexpected reaction. "Happy? What's that supposed to mean? What the hell are you talking about?" he tried once more, frowning in confusion.

"Forget it! I'm fine, now let's get the hell out of here" she released herself from his grip, stepping away from him.

He grabbed Y/N' arm, turning her to face him, preventing her from getting into the car “We're not leaving until you tell me what's wrong” he stated firmly.

Before she could argue back, Sam called them, his voice coming from the front seat, trying to catch their attention "Guys, are we going or what?”

Dean didn't even give a glance in his brother's direction, his eyes fixed on Y/N's "We're not done yet." he stated, finally loosening his grip.

She tugged her arm away from him "Yes, we are" she said, climbing into the back seat, slamming the door behind her.

Sam gave them a brief look as they both took their place into the car "You guys okay?" he asked, not missing the obvious tension between them.

"Yeah, I’m fine, peachy! What about you, Y/N?" Dean asked sarcastically, giving her a quick look through the rearview mirror as starting the car.

Y/N huffed, closing her eyes for a moment "Dean please, stop it. Don't go there" she warned him.

Sam frowned "Uhm, ok, could someone just tell me what's going on? What did I miss?" he asked.

"No clue, man, just ask her...and good luck!" Dean shrugged, shaking his head, looking at the road ahead.

Y/N sighed in exhaustion "You really want to talk about it? Fine, let's talk then." she said before Sam have time to say anything. “I told you something was wrong, but as always you go with your plan, not giving a damn shit on what others say.”

Dean scoffed in disbelief, "Oh, wow, are you even serious? So now it’s my fault if this hunt didn't go as expected?” hands tightening more and more on the steering wheel.

"Of course not, I’m not saying that, but I asked you to wait and don't go on with your martyr complex." she sighed, looking at him.

His eyebrows twitched into a frown "Wait? Wait for what? I saw a chance and I took it as I always do" he shrugged.

"A chance? A chance to die faster? Jesus, Dean, we were outnumbered and could’ve ended up really bad. You were reckless, and of course you just couldn't wait to use the new 'toy' Ketch lent us, without even know how to use it a-" she said, air quoting, trying to make a point.

Dean sighed, cutting her off "Oh my God, there she goes. I knew it. Still with that thing. You just can't drop it, huh, Y/N? "

"Guys, please, can we just- " Sam tried, seeing that the mood in the car was heating up, but they didn't even listened to him, completely ignoring his attempt.

"No, I can't, because you hurried in that damn house, using a strange gun without even know how it works. What if you'd been hurt? That thing could have blown up in your face. Do you even think about yourself once in a while, Dean?" she swallowed hard, only thinking about that possibility.

Dean’s eyes widened in disbelief "Geez! I swear, sometimes you’re so overdramatic. A strange gun? Really? C’mon Y/N, it's a fucking rifle, an awesome one I'd say, it blew those freaks heads off. We were caught off guard and that thing saved our asses, so what's the matter?”

"Guys, please stop!" Sam tried, hoping this time to stop them before things got worse.

Y/N shook her head in disbelief "An awesome one?!? Are you serious? A weapon is not a toy, especially a new one you don't know anything about and yo-" she tried to say, before Dean cut her off, roaring.

"Jesus Christ, you said that 3 times already, I get it! And before you say anything, NO, I had no idea that thing' impact would end in a ghoul shower. You may think I was thoughtless all you want, but I did what I had to do, and I won't apologize because all I could think of was getting this fucking hunt done and get our asses home safe and sound. We're fine and that's all that matter, so now stop making me feel like I don't know how to do my job." he shouted out.

"DEAN!" Sam scolded looking at his brother "Stop! Both of you! Please guys, we’re all exhausted, this hunt kicked us right in the ass. And Dean, Y/N was just worried, I was too. Everything went wrong, but” he sighed “The worst is passed and we're fine, so let's just try to relax now." Dean quickly glanced at his brother, clenching his jaw he brought his gaze back to the road, deciding it was best not to add more.

Y/N opened her mouth a couple of times, trying to say something, but tiredness and all those emotions she was overwhelmed with, kept her silent. Shifting on the seat a little, she passed a finger over the misted glass, fixing her eyes on the road. The sun had long set, the road barely brightened by the dim glow of the streetlights that lined it, which increased as they got closer to the downtown area. Sam's words echoed in her mind, and they were what kept her mind away from the worst, different scenarios.

As the time passed by, the silence inside the Impala became almost deafening.

When Dean dared to briefly look through the rearview mirror, he saw Y/N chewing her bottom lip, probably an attempt to hold back the tears that, no matter how much she tried, run down her cheeks. His heart ached at the sight.

He knew her long enough to know there was way more behind those tears. He knew she wasn't crying because of his words or a stupid weapon, and at the source of those tears there was another feeling. He knew what it was because he had experienced himself first. Fear.

He swallowed the big lump in his throat, hating to see her like that. Hating ever more having let the stress of the last few days take over his nerves.

Patting on Sam's shoulder, he pointed at his tapes box under the dash. It didn't take him long to find what he was looking for. He turned the radio on and as soon as the melody began to fill the silence, Y/Nbegan sniffing.

All the emotions she was trying to hold back were released, and a muffled sob came out of her.

Out of the corner of his eye, Dean saw that Sam was about to say something, and stopped him with a hand. "No" he said, shaking his head.

Dean wanted to say something himself. Anything. Maybe put his hand on her knee, even for a brief moment, just to letting her know he was there. Or even stop the car in the middle of the road, reaching her into the back seat and holding her tightly in his arms, making her feel safe. But he didn't. Because it wasn't how she worked, so he did the one thing he knew she needed. He gave her time.

When they finally got to their motel room, Y/N couldn't wait another minute and turning around, she faced Dean, who was right behind her. "Dean, I'm sorry, I-I just-" she said with a trembling voice.

Not giving her time to finish the sentence, he pulled her into his arms.

"Dean, no, I have pieces of stuff I've never seen before, everywhere. I'm gross." she said, trying to push him away.

He smiled, hugging her tighter "I don't care, let's be gross together.”

As his arms wrapped her, the well- known feeling of warmth and protection that only Dean could make her feel, overwhelmed her.

"I'm sorry, I know I've been a pain in the ass in the past few days, but..." she squeezed him tightly, pulling up with her nose.

Dean rested his chin on top of her head, slowly running a hand up and down her back "Shh that’s okay sweetheart, I'm right here. I got you!”

"I'm so, so sorry I reacted like that, it's just-" she said without looking into his eyes, slowly shaking her head and swallowing the big lump in her throat "I know how hunting dynamic works, but when we were caught off guard I-"

Dean cupped her face, slightly lifting her chin "Hey, hey, shh look at me, pretty girl"

Y/N did as told, sniffing, her eyes still teary.

"There's she is, my beautiful girl" he gave her the sweetest of smiles, brushing some tears away from her face. "Now listen to me, I know why you reacted that way, I know you baby, and I get it! I was scared too, trust me, sweetheart. I really was. And you know what? I'm also pissed, I mean, this hunt has been a living hell. C’mon, this town turning into a freaks’ magnet just on these days? Just our luck!” he scoffed. “You were right, maybe I acted without thinking, but I just wanted to end it quickly and get home in time, because that’s not how I had planned spending our anniversary. But we're fine and that's all that matters." he sighed.

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat and then start to pound so hard in her chest, she thought he could hear it. She smiled as new tears streamed down her face "Oh, Dean, I l-" she paused, swallowing "I thought with all the chaos of these last few days you-"

He leaned his forehead on hers, looking into her eyes "That I'd forgotten about it? Nah, no way! 3 years and counting"

Sam smiled, clearing his throat to get their attention “Uhm, I'll let you guys taking a shower or whatever, I'm gonna grab us dinner."

"The diner is a few minutes down the road, let's g-" said Dean, looking at his brother, pulling the car keys out of his pocket.

"No, no, no Dean, wait!" Sam stopped him "You’re both covered in blood and gore, I mean, you've bits of ghouls still hanging out of your hair."

Dean shrugged, removing a piece of something from Y/N's hair "We can use the baby wipes I've in the car" he said nonchalantly, but Y/N slapped his arm.

"Seriously guys, please just get in the shower, you smell like roadkill" Sam stated, crinkling his nose.

Rolling his eyes, Dean tossed him the keys, watching him leaving the room.

He turned to look at Y/N with a mischievous smile "Well, he's probably right" shrugging he lifted her up on his shoulder, lightly smacking her butt cheek, causing a small yelp from her.

She giggled holding onto his shirt "Dean, what the hell?". He smirked, heading to the bathroom.

Under the warm and steamy shower, they immediately felt relief flow through every fiber of their bodies, soothing their sore muscles, letting the water wash away all dirt and the tension.

"So tell me about our anniversary" said Y/N, her back pressed against his chest, a hand resting on his stubbled jaw.

Dean smiled, spreading soft kisses on her temple "I had planned to take you on a date, a winter drive-in night staged not too far from home" he explained "Burgers and fries, a couple of beers" his hands traveled to reach every inch of her wet, velvety skin, savoring every curve of that body he would've never ceased to cherish with his fingers, his mouth, his own soul, and with everything in him.

A soft moan escaped Y/N's lips as Dean's hands gently cupped her breasts, slowly circling his fingertips around her nipples. "What movie would've we watched?" she whispered, arching her back at the feeling.

"No idea, who cares? We were going to make out the whole time, anyway" he murmured, gently taking her earlobe between his teeth.

Y/N bit her lips, feeling his growing erection against her lower back "Sounds good, so romantic."

He slipped an arm around her waist, his big, warm hand, flat on her lower belly "Yeah? Do you like it? Just me and you, food, a movie, ending the night with me balls deep inside you for hours?"

Y/N couldn't help but giggle at his words “Aww yeah, like I said, so romantic. Such a poet my handsome man is."

“I know, right? You're pretty lucky, girl” he chuckled.

She turned to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck, her breasts pressed into his broad chest "Oh, I really am." she smiled hearing him humming. They kept losing themselves in each other's arms, sharing kisses, touches and every kind of attentions they needed, till they were satisfied... and till the water got cold.

"Finally, I thought you'd been kidnapped," Dean growled as Sam entered the room, an hour later, holding a plastic bag that his older brother was quick to snatch from his hand.

Dean placed the takeout bag on the nightstand, pulling the small white boxes out of it, frowning when he saw nothing but salad and healthy stuff in there. "Sam, there's only rabbit food here, I'm not eating this crap, what the hel-"

Lifting his head to look at his brother, he noticed that the door was open and Y/N was gone.

He was so focused on digging into the bag’ content, he didn't see Y/N smile at Sam, lightly squeezing his arm, gaining a little smirk in return, before leaving the room.

“Where is she?” he asked his brother, approaching the doorway. Sam shrugged, holding a smile "I don't know, man, why don't you go find out?" Dean looked at him, lifting his eyebrows, "What the fu-" "Dude, just go out there" his little brother interrupted him, smirking.

Shaking his head in confusion, Dean reached the Impala.

He frowned, noticing both of baby' front doors open, Y/N on the passenger seat, settling something.

"Babe, what are you doi-" he asked, getting closer.

He didn't quite end his sentence, what he saw gave him all the answer he needed.

On baby's front bench were boxes of food, two beers and a blanket, Y/N's laptop placed on the dashboard.

"Oh, sweetheart," he scratched the back of his head, sighing.

"I know it's not the same thing, but we won't give up our date" Y/N explained, smiling at him.

Dean shook his head, sitting into the car "That’s perfect. God, I lo-" he paused, swallowing "I-Iove it. I was supposed to be the one doing something special for you, on our day, but..."

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. She cupped his face, gently rubbing his bone cheeks with her thumbs "Dean, you do special things for me every day, for three years now. You've given me a home, a family, you make me breakfast almost every day, never miss to put extra bacon on my plate, I mean, bacon!" Seeing him blush, she leaned, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead "You give me the late night rides, just me, you and baby, on those nights full of bad dreams or bad thoughts. You put on 'Patience' in the car earlier, just to make me feel better, and these are just some of the special things you do for me, and I-"

Not waiting any longer, Dean kissed her, softly at first and then deepening the kiss by pushing his tongue into her mouth, searching for hers. He let that kiss be the voice to all the love he felt for her, but couldn't put into words.

"Happy 3 years of us, sweetheart" he whispered, slowly breaking the kiss. He cleared his throat, feeling his cheeks growing warmer "So, what are we watching?"

"No idea, who cares? We're going to make out the whole time, anyway." she shrugged.

He chuckled, taking a huge bite of his own burger "Interesting. So, if we go with the original plan, that means we're going to end up with me bal-"

"No Dean, you're not banging me in the same room where Sam is sleeping" she stated chewing some fries.

He nodded, tilting his head to one side, pouting, "Oh, you'll change your mind”

They spent the night enjoying their special date, both aware in the life they led, that moments like that, were never to be taken for granted. But they were lucky after all, because from time to time they managed to have something normal. Nights with no monsters, no hunts, no deaths. Just the two of them talking, laughing... and making out.

It was early afternoon when they were ready to leave. Standing in the motel parking lot with their back resting against one side of the Impala, the boys were waiting for Y/N to join them, so they could finally go home.

"Yeah, we'll be there in about three hours. Are you sure it-" she smiled nodding "Ok, thanks. Bye!"

Hearing her voice, Dean turned, seeing her closing the door of the room that had hosted them the last few days. He watched her hang up the phone, putting it back in her pocket, her bag in her other hand, one eye barely closed because of the sunlight. When their gazes met, she gave him that smile. The one smile that caused his heart to beat erratically.

"Everything okay?" he leaned in, gently pecking her lips, taking her bag, putting it in the trunk.

"Yeah, that was Jody asking about the case. She said sorry, but work got her stuck, and she couldn't come over to backing us up. I told her about the hunt, about how rough it was, how exhausted we are aand…” she paused looking at them both.

Dean lightly shook his head, raising an eyebrow "And?" encouraging her to continue.

"And since Sioux Falls is on our way home, AND, since she wouldn't mind having some company” she shrugged ”Well, we're dining at Jody's"

Sam smiled softly, patting his brother's shoulder "Thanks Y/N, tonight we're finally eating something that is gonna tastes like real food"

"Oh, I also told her we're going to stop by to get two extra chickens and if she could make her special recipe" she added.

Dean' eyes sparkled with happiness at her words, and a smile brightened his entire face "Wait, chicken? Th-the one with beans and potatoes? That chicken?”

It was that priceless look on their faces, one of the things she loved most about them. They were always so excited and so grateful about the little things. The thought of how something like a homemade meal could make two warriors, two heroes, her heroes, happy as little kids ready to unwrap their presents on Christmas' day, would never cease to melt her heart.

“Yeah baby, that chicken” she said, giggling.

Dean cupped her face, crushing his lips to hers, smiling into the kiss “Sweetheart, you’re amazing, I l-“ he swallowed, giving her another quick kiss, stopping himself from saying more.

Y/N couldn't help but shiver. "You're welcome, babe" she hummed against his lips, feeling goosebumps covering her skin at his words, doing her best to keep her heart at bay.

Sam chuckled at his brother enthusiastic reaction. "Ok, let's go, then"

"Sammy could you..." Dean nodded towards the backseats. His little brother gave him a thumbs up "Got it"

Dean handed Baby's keys to Y/N, winking at her, heading to the passenger seat.

Y/N looked at the keys, then at him, lifting an eyebrow "W-what does it mean?"

"You drive," he winked at her.

Her eyes widened, jaw almost fell to the ground "I'm sorry, w-what?" she asked, sure of having misheard.

Dean opened the car door without getting in "Yes, you drive!" he smirked.

She looked at him, swallowing, her eyes shining with emotions. Dean never let anyone drive his beloved Impala, not even Sam was allowed to get behind the wheel.

And yet… To all the silent 'I love yous' he had ever said to her, that one was the loudest.

"Hey, Dean?" she called out before opening the car door. He looked up, waiting for her to speak.

She smiled, biting her lips " Me too!" "I didn't say anything!" he shook his head, looking at her in confusion.

"Yes, you did" she nodded, grinning. He blushed, clearing his throat as getting into the car.

Three years and still no I love you, well not verbally. For a lot of people, it might seem weird. Someone might even think there wasn't enough love there. Truth is, they loved each other so damn much. They just had other ways to say it. Because sometimes actions, even the simple ones, means more than words.

[ao3feed-destiel]

What if....

Read it on AO3 here!http://bit.ly/2QJnXM7

by milohohohoe

short fanfic for what could have happened if Mick had lived.

frick im attached to the guy, they shouldn't have killed him off.

Words: 332, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Arthur Ketch, Dean Winchester, Mary Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mick Davies, Castiel (Supernatural), Dr. Hess (Supernatural), more to be added

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Mick Davies & Arthur Ketch

Additional Tags: Fluff, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Gore, Destiel - Freeform, Mick Davies Lives, Arthur Ketch Being an Asshole, he gets better though, Not Canon Compliant

Link: http://bit.ly/2QJnXM7

[meganlpie]

Fic Recs (April 9th)

Hello, my lovelies!! I have a long list of recs this time, including multiple WIPs!! 

“Sweet Disaster” written by @miamorbarba. Rafael Barba finds himself in Savannah, GA and instantly becomes attracted to a bartender he meets there. (Law&Order: SVU)

“Familiar Faces” written by @mick-deserved-better. The reader is best friends with Arthur Ketch until one day, they are forced to go to America. (SPN, Idk if they will be continuing this series, but I hope so!) 

“Who Hurt You? 2, 3, 4″ written by @lucifersagents. Dinozzo loves the reader and, when he finds out her boyfriend isn’t exactly nice, he and the rest of the team help her. (NCIS, mentions of domestic abuse. Read with caution!)

“FRIDAY the Matchmaker” written by @bucky-bear-barnes. FRIDAY keeps trying to get Bucky and the reader to admit their feelings for one another. (Avengers, fluff)

“Promises Kept” written by @fromthedeskoftheraven. Thorin tries to arrange a marriage between Fili and the reader. The problem?  She’s already married to someone else. (Tolkien, angsty fluff)

“Caught in the Rain” written by @iwillbeinmynest. The reader goes to her favorite coffee shop with the intention of asking out James, only to get caught in a downpour. (Avengers, coffee shop AU, fluff)

“Just Friends?” written by @super-slick-fanfic-chick. The reader goes to a business party with their best friend, Oliver where everyone mistakes them as a couple. (Arrow, fluff)

“A Familiar Scene” written by @itswitchcraft-not-googlemaps. A pretty girl in a music shop catches Tony’s eye. (NCIS 1940s AU, fluff)

“First Choice” written by @emmelineparker308. For a long time, the reader had feelings for Barry. When Barry chose Iris over her, she left Central City and met Oliver Queen. (Arrowverse, angsty fluff)

“Just One Kiss” written by @vastfandoms. The reader, Remus’ sister, is in a secret relationship with Sirius. (Harry Potter, Marauders Era, fluffy humor)

“Wherever I Am, It’s You” written by @justyouravgbabe. The reader, Cisco’s s/o, ends up on Earth 2 with Cisco and Barry and meets Reverb. (The Flash, angst).

“A Midnight Meeting” written by @alittlenarnian. Capsian and the reader can’t be together, but that doesn’t stop Caspian from sneaking out to meet her. (Narnia, fluff)

“Temptation” written by @stressedoutspeedster. The reader finds Harrison(E-2) asleep at his desk and can’t resist the temptation of running their fingers through his hair. (The Flash, fluff)

“Can’t Sleep” written by @coffeekeyboardsss. It’s too hot to sleep, so the reader makes their way to Loki’s room. (Avengers, fluff)

Alrighty!! There you have it, lovelies! Happy reading and lots of love!

-Meg

[multiverseradio1]

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Ellen Harvelle/Bobby Singer, Charlie Bradbury/Original Female Character(s) (Past)

Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Charlie Bradbury, Bobby Singer, Naomi (Supernatural), Zachariah (Supernatural), Gabriel (Supernatural), Donna Hanscum, Jody Mills, Castiel's Family (Supernatural), Arthur Ketch, Mick Davies, Ellen Harvelle, Jo Harvelle, Garth Fitzgerald IV, Original Characters, Alex Jones (Supernatural), Michael (Supernatural), Benny Lafitte, Claire Novak, Missouri Moseley

Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Alternate Universe- No Supernatural, Childhood Friends, Agent.Castiel, Agent.Dean, Agent.Charlie, Director.bobby, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Dean Winchester, Hurt Castiel (Supernatural), Hurt Charlie Bradbury, Violence, more to come - Freeform, Non-Hunter Winchesters (Supernatural), Alternate Universe - Normal Life, Slow Build Castiel/Dean Winchester, Trauma, Haven is like Heaven, Corporate Espionage, Corruption, Secrets, Protective Bobby Singer, Slow Burn, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Suicidal Thoughts, References to Depression, Family, Dreams and Nightmares, Being Lost, Possible Character Death, I'm Bad At Tagging, Some Humor, Plot Twists, Eventual Fluff, Family Secrets, Love Confessions, Declarations Of Love, Friendship/Love, Alternate Universe, Alternative Perspective, Character Death, Beginnings, Broken Dean Winchester, Broken Castiel (Supernatural), Broken Sam Winchester, Sad Dean Winchester, Sad Castiel (Supernatural), Team as Family, Team Free Will, becoming whole again, Dark Character, Idiots in Love, Plot, Castiel/Dean Winchester Flirting, Castiel/Dean Winchester Feels, The beginning of something great, Gets better over time, Alternate Universe - Spies & Secret Agents, Haven Agent Dean Winchester, Haven Agent Castiel Novak, Haven Intelligence Agency, Washington D.C., Conspiracy, Conspiracy Theories, Destruction, Good versus Evil, Alternate Universe - Human, Matter of Life and Death, Government Agencies, Human Experimentation, Unethical Experimentation, Alternate Universe - Federal Agents, Car Chases, Explosions, Early Morning Jogging, Married Ellen Harvelle/Bobby Singer, Hospitals, Escape, On the Run, wanted, My First Fanfic, Castiel and Dean Winchester in Love, Castiel & Sam Winchester Friendship, Castiel and Dean Winchester Need to Use Their Words, Castiel and Dean Winchester Have a Profound Bond, Dean Winchester Has a Crush on Castiel, Kissing, Castiel/Dean Winchester Kissing, Scars

Summary:

Castiel, Dean, Sam, and Charlie work for an Multinational Intelligence Organization (H.A.V.E.N), but is everything at Haven what they signed up for? Is their more hidden from the public about Haven? Can they find out the truth that has been brewing right underneath them? In this alternative universe the Winchesters lived a normal childhood. Castiel, Charlie, and the Winchester grew up together and now work side by side keeping the world safe. Until, something happens how will the others began to start moving forward. One year later, Castiel and Dean will undercover secrets that will change everything and endure troubles none of them would have ever expected to face. While discovering feelings that have been growing since childhood and into their adult lives.

NEW CHAPTER!

Chapter 6: Wanted 

[ao3feed-castiel]

What if....

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2QJnXM7

by milohohohoe

short fanfic for what could have happened if Mick had lived.

frick im attached to the guy, they shouldn't have killed him off.

Words: 332, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Arthur Ketch, Dean Winchester, Mary Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mick Davies, Castiel (Supernatural), Dr. Hess (Supernatural), more to be added

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Mick Davies & Arthur Ketch

Additional Tags: Fluff, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Gore, Destiel - Freeform, Mick Davies Lives, Arthur Ketch Being an Asshole, he gets better though, Not Canon Compliant

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2QJnXM7

[holylulusworld]

Unrequited – Part 18

Summary: When John and your father agree to an arranged marriage between their children, they never planned Dean could fall for someone else. Knowing about the arrangement and loving Dean at the same time makes it impossible for you to not feel the heartbreak every time you see him smiling at her. (I shortened the request a bit) Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader (platonic/best friends), Arthur Ketch, Jody Mills, OFC’s, Toni Bevella Warnings: angst, fighting, characters death, mind games, language, fluff

Unrequited Masterlist

 One week later you gathered all hunters and huntresses you know and who were willing to follow your call in an old hide-out.

“We all know by now these British bastards are not here to help or to support us. They killed our friends, allies…family. I want to strike back. Hard. Fast. Bloody. No mercy this time. We all are experienced in killing monsters – not men but this time the men are the real monsters.” Dean begins.

“I know this is a tough decision, but we all know Sam and Dean. Both are ready to die to protect innocent people or other hunters. I will support them, no matter what.” You add and Dean squeezes your hand tightly.

“Even after what he did to you?” One of the hunters you barely know asks.

“What do you mean?” Sam asks looking at the hunter.

“We all know he left her to die. Now she’s supporting him?” The hunter spats.

“Dean didn’t know I was there. It was Lisa not telling him about me. We talked things out and I do trust Dean. He proved it not a week ago. If you want to go, there is the door.” You say pointing toward the exit.

“Alright, if anyone wants to leave, do it now. I don’t want someone who will not participate to know any details about our plan.” Dean says and the hunter from before and two others leave the room.

“Anyone else wants to leave?” Jody asks. “Good. Sam will explain our plan now. I’m already informed so I will meet up with Donna so she can bring Claire and Alex out of town. I’ll be back in half an hour. If you need me, just call, Y/N.” Jody says placing her hand onto your shoulder.

“Bring your girls to Donna to make sure they are safe. We will take it from here.” Dean says and Jody gives him a warm smile.

----

“Do you want to fill me in why you not just messed up our little game but lost the Winchesters and Dean’s love interest at the same time?” Toni spats.

“How should I have known he would choose Y/N, not Lisa. I wanted him to suffer too, Lady Bevell.” Ketch retorts. His looks are icy, and he blames Toni for the wrong information.

“I gave you all the information we gathered. Dean did not marry Lisa Braeden; he left her and was looking for Y/N for ages. Now they are back together, and you assumed he would not choose her?” Toni exhales annoyed. “It’s not my fault you are not able to use my information.”

“Watch your tongue.” Ketch threatens his hand wrapped tightly around the much smaller woman’s neck. “I can kill you in a blink. The Winchesters will suffer for sure. I’ll force him to choose once again. This time between her and his brother.”

“We need the Winchesters alive, Arthur.” Toni protests.

“I know but you never said I can’t break them. Do you know what will happen if Dean decides to save Sam and not Y/N? He will hate himself and Sam, he will hate his brother too. Both men will lose the most important woman in their lives and I’ll witness it…priceless.” Ketch chuckles and even Toni gulps hard.

“This will break them beyond repair, but we need strong hunters. Everyone worships the Winchesters in the hunter’s community, Ketch.”

“A broken man can be manipulated much easier, Toni. Have a little faith in me and my methods. I’ll break them down and you can build them up again.” Ketch snickers leaving the room in a good mood and a plan to break Dean once for all.

----

“This base is their most important building. Weapons, information…reinforcement. If we can blow it up and kill them, they are out of business for a while.” Sam explains as you glance at the blueprints.

“This looks like a weak spot, Sam. We could hack the door, it’s a simple lock.”

“Great idea. I wanted to burst the door open using my big beautiful baby, but this will work too.” Dean chuckles and you shake your head.

“Hmm…we need to get into their system. This room looks like a server room. I’ll use the flash drive my friend prepared to get their data and will delete all data these bastards gathered. We can’t let anyone have information about us or the people we love.”

“Perfect, Y/N. Dean and you will take this sector. Jody, Sean and I will infiltrate this sector.” Sam says showing you the positions on the blueprints.

“We should meet up here. Looks like an important room. The security is much better. DNA scanner and guards. I bet their boss is in there.”

“I think so.”

“After we got the data we will blow up the building using my explosive. I will not let anyone get away with killing our friends. This is war and we are going to win it.” You state and Dean grins at you.

“Damn, woman. I love the way you think.”

“’cause you do - I’m awesome. Shame you saw me that late.” You tease as you check the blueprints once again. “We need to be careful. This is the only chance we will get. These bastards believe we will choose flight instead of fight, they are wrong. I’ve got something useful for us in my trunk. Got one for all of us.”

“Okay. Anyone wants to leave the party; this is your last chance.” Dean says clapping his hands.

No one in the room moves. Silence is washing over the hunters, knowing this is a take it or leave it situation.

“These guys are used to dominate monsters, people and situations. We will show them American hunters are not someone you want to mess with.” Sam says and Dean looks at his brother full of pride. “As Sammy said, let’s kick some asses.”

----

“Is everything prepared to get hold of the Winchester and his slut?” Ketch asks and Toni rolls her eyes. “Believe it or not Arthur, I know my job. Men are on their way to her house, the bunker and Jody Mills house.”

“Good. I want to see him suffer and play a bit with him before we turn them into perfect soldiers.” Ketch snickers outside the base. Ready to leave his eyes widen as six cars speed toward the gate.

“Toni! Alert the guards.” Ketch gasps running toward the Impala but you are already hacking the door to let the hunters in. “You have some guts, Winchesters, I must admit. Nice move, thank you for coming to us instead of letting us hunt you down.”

“You’re welcome, asshole. I suggest you go down on your knees and lick the ground before I plant a bullet to your brain.” Dean retorts and Ketch starts grinning.

“I suggest you look at your chest.” A red dot appears on Dean’s, Sam’s, and your chest. A trap…a goddamn trap. It was too good to be true…

“Who is the traitor?” You ask.

“Sean was busy telling us all about your nice, little plan, Y/N. I’m sure your friends are dead by now. How about another game, Dean? Let’s play…Sammy or Y/N this time.” Ketch snickers and Dean gasps.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, sick bastard.” Dean snarls through gritted teeth.

“Not at all. Choose, twenty seconds, the clock is ticking. Same rules, choose one, the other dies. Choose none…both die…” Smirking Ketch looks at Dean’s shocked features. He can see desperation spread out all over the hunter’s face.

“Choose, Y/N. Dean, just choose her.” Sam says and you shake your head. “No, Sammy…no. Dean, look at me. I love you but you and Sammy, you need to keep on fighting. Do it…choose Sam, please. Just choose your brother.” You sniffle and Dean’s hands start shaking.

“I can’t…” The hunter chokes out. “I can’t choose…”

“Dean, choose Y/N…please.” Sam tries once again.

“Five seconds left, Dean…” Ketch chuckles.

“Dean, please…choose Sam…just do it. I know you love me, prove it by respecting my decision.”

“Time’s up. Your decision, Dean.”

“Sammy…” Dean whispers and not a blink later a bullet hits your chest. Red liquid leaves your body and you fall to the ground.

With shaking hands Dean runs toward you as Ketch motions the snipers to leave the roof. His grin widens while Dean holds you in his arms. “I’m sorry.” He whispers and Ketch starts smiling but his smile fades as he sees you raising your hand, a gun aimed to his head and he curses before the bullet hits his forehead.

“You’ve got punk’d, asshole.” You chuckle.

“Damn, these bulletproof vests were a great idea, Baby.” Dean pants. “Good thing they didn’t aim the gun to our heads.”

“Shit didn’t think that far.” You tease. “Let’s meet up with Jody. Donna and Garth should’ve taken care of Sean by now. Traitor…”

----

“Sammy I must admit your and Y/N’s plan was, awesome. Tricking Sean by letting the other hunters go, hiding Donna and Garth in Jody’s truck…the bulletproof vests…true master achievement.” Dean praises and you grin at him.

“We still need to get the data and meet up with the others. Let’s hurry and kick some asses. It’s your turn to pay for food by the way.” You say running toward the building.

“Not fair, woman,” Dean mutters running after you.

“Will we talk about you choosing me over Y/N?” Sam mutters.

“It was her idea, Bitch. Y/N feared the vest might be too small for you, Sasquatch.”

“Still…you could’ve said something.”

Looking at his younger brother Dean’s features soften. Even knowing it was a trick it hit Sam hard seeing you getting hit by a bullet.

“I’m sorry, Sammy. It had to look ‘real’…now let’s hurry…”

----

“What shall we do with the data?” Jody asks glancing at all the information you stole at the BMOL headquarter. Every mission, every dirty detail is now in your hands.

“So far, I got no clue, Jody. These people are bastards but Ketch said they barely have any monsters in the UK. Maybe we keep this locked away as long as they never set a foot onto our ground again.”

“Were you able to delete our data?” Sam asks glancing at the laptop to check the information about monsters, weapons, and stuff.

“Everything according to us and other hunters got deleted. I stole some nice lore stuff for you. Might be handy on hunts.”

“A huge collection of data. Would you mind if I…” Sam trails of reading the first document. “Go ahead and have fun, Sammy. I’ve got a copy for every hunter.”

“What will happen to Sean?” Jody asks and you shrug. “Got no clue, Jody. We can’t trust him. He had the chance to stay out of this fight, but he chose to betray every hunter, he would’ve let them kill us, his friends and allies. Any suggestions?” You sigh.

“Kill him?” Dean mutters glancing at the handcuffed man in a chair in the library. Sean is furiously shaking his head, but Dean just gives him a dark glare.

“I could fake a crime. Sent him to jail for a while or we let every hunter know what he did. Donna, Garth and the others have connections. I have connections…just like you. Everyone will know what he did. Let him survive out there without a network helping him.” Jody suggests and you look at Dean.

“Your plan is even better. No one will help this piece of shit ever again. Within the next week, every hunter in the US will know what you did. You’ve got two options, run to your British friends or run from us for the rest of your life…your decision…” Dean chuckles glancing at Sean.

“What a collection.” Sam swoons and you smile at your friend’s enthusiasm.

“Dude, don’t orgasm about lore…” Dean chuckles and Sam glares at him. Giving him his cold bitch face.

“I don’t know about you all, but I’m beaten. I’m going to hit the hay.” Jody yawns.

“I prepared a room for you.”

“Thanks, Y/N.”

----

Three hours later you are still wide awake. Lying in Dean’s arms, on his bed you can’t find sleep.

“You okay?”

“It’s just…this is the first time I’m allowed to be in your room for longer than five minutes…feels odd.” You whisper.

“We can choose a new room to share if you want to. I want you to feel welcome. I want to start anew and do everything right this time.” Dean whispers as his lips ghost over your hair.

“Can we decide tomorrow. I’m so tired…tell me anything to make me fall asleep…but no dirty jokes…”

“Hmm…let’s see…when you were nineteen you changed clothes and I watched you. It was the first time I saw you almost completely nude. Every time I was with a girl I imagined you…”

“Pervert!” You mutter. “Should kick your ass! Playing Peeping Tom!”

“Did you never peek?”

“No…never…” You lie. Dean’s brows furrow and he looks at your flushed face. “You’re a pervert yourself…I knew it.”

“What? We lived in the bunker together. I wanted to have a shower and saw your naked ass…”

“I bet you got off to my cute ass.”

“Didn’t have the time. The next day I almost died…”

“I’m sorry…”

“But it’s a nice ass, Dean.”

“Wanna see it? Could strip for you.” Dean rasps.

“I’m tired, maybe tomorrow…”

“Sounds like a plan…”

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[holylulusworld]

My little Ninja-girl – Part 6 - Fin

Request: If possible can I request a dean series fic were the reader is a bamf hunter that specializes in knifes but mainly with her 2 katanas & is expert in hand2hand but there’s a twist she’s got a secret that she keeps hidden from everyone she’s a little & has never had a daddy & 1 night her secret comes out Idk how u can do whatever u want with it I just want dean as protective daddy & tells everyone off when they say something or whatever & as much smut u r willing 2 give us

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Arthur Ketch, Mary Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jody Mills

Warnings: angst, characters death, blood, violence, protective Dean, fluff

My little Ninja Girl Masterlist

“Shit. Who was able to get that close to Rick?” Dean curses looking at the dead hunter lying bleed out in his kitchen. The beer he tried to grab lies abandoned next to his corpse.

“He wanted to get a second beer.” You point toward the beer standing on the table, untouched. “Your friend opened the door, let his killer in and offered him or her a beer.”

Dean’s eyes meet yours and you sigh. “This was an execution for sure. Can you see the perfect cut? The killer knew how to kill Rick without any effort. Precise’, deadly - Men of Letters style. This is the way I would’ve killed a target.” You explain a pained expression all over your face.

“Y/N, you are not like that anymore,” Sam whispers placing one large palm onto your lower back. “You’ve got the chance to help us getting rid of these people.”

“Ketch.”

“Ketch?” Dean asks cocking a brow. “What’s with him?”

“That’s his way to kill a target. Whoever killed your friend he or she learned it from Ketch for sure. I guess he’s back in town, ready to take the other hunters down. Anyone else we need to call?”

“We called everyone we know. Jody and Garth will call the others to make sure they hide somewhere safe.” Sam explains but you shake your head. “We need to tell them to not go to a place they know. If the hunter knows a hide-out, Ketch does so too. He’s studying the target before striking. I guess the bunker ain’t safe either by now.”

Dean’s features darken as he glances at his dead friend. “This has to stop. We won’t end like Germany and France.”

“They made quick work back then, Dean. I guess they are planning the same. I assume all the dead hunters refused to work with Ketch. We have a mole in that case…” Your words make Dean’s stomach churn. His mother admitted she’s working with the British Men of Letters…

“If she’s working for Ketch, she might not be herself right now. Lady Bevelle is a master in manipulating your mind, Dean. I was close to getting her treatment too…” Voice cracks as you remember the day you attacked Ketch and Lady Bevelle tried to turn you into an obeying slave.

“I’ll kill them all, I swear.” Dean curses smashing the beer into Rick’s wall. “Sorry, dude but you don’t need it anymore.”

“We should leave and make a plan to get rid of Ketch and the others. But first, we need to find the mole in our rows…”

----

Dean’s phone rings as you are half-way back at the bunker. As he’s busy driving you fish it out if his pocket answering Jody’s call.

“Jody? Is everything alright?” Her voice sounds strained, she’s panting heavily as you hear someone hitting her. “Jody is busy with other things. We are done playing, Y/N. I think you should come to her place and be a good girl.” Mary coos and you gulp, glancing at Dean.

“Mary, I know this isn’t you. Listen to me, whatever Lady Bevelle did to you, I can make it go away. Let Jody go, she has nothing to do with this. I’m on my way. I will not fight back but do not harm Jody or the girls.” Your voice is calm while your heart is racing a mile in a minute.

“She will stay alive, just like the others when you come here and act like the girl Ketch formed. He will not accept any resistance. Come here, alone.” Mary’s voice is cold, like a robot she repeats Ketch’s words.

“I’ll be there in a blink. Deliver a message to Ketch. He hurts Jody or the girls…he dies. Slow. Painful. Y/N style. He knows what this means. I stopped doing this but for him, I’ll make an exception.” Your hands are shaking as you end the call. Dean’s eyes meet yours and you don’t need to tell him anything – he already knows.

----

“You won’t go there alone. Sammy and I will provide back-up.” Dean states as he parks the car further away from Jody’s house.

“I know, Dean. I’ll go first. You need to check the surroundings. Be prepared for enemies hiding in every corner. Ketch likes to make an entrance for sure.” Checking your weapons, you look at Dean, sighing.

“I don’t like letting you go in alone.” His voice and face show concern. No one before cared about you that much. A smile crosses your face before you grab the hem of his shirt to press a kiss to his lips.

“I’m not alone, big guy. You and Sam are here too. I’ll distract Mary and anyone else showing up while you take the guys surrounding the house down. We are a team, Winchester. I’m your Ninja Girl after all.”

Dean's eyes crinkle at the corners, giving you his brightest smile, he nods. “I’m right behind you, Y/N.”

“I know…”

Watching you walking toward Jody’s house Dean balls his hands into fists. Sam motions his brother to follow him to check the surroundings before you get attacked by too many enemies.

----

You don’t have to enter the house. Mary is waiting outside, holding a knife to Jody’s throat. The Sheriff is bleeding, struggling against her captor but she’s alive.

“Jody, are the girls safe?” You ask and she nods, mouthing Donna. “They are not here. I knew these bastards would use them against me or our friends. No one will get close to Claire or Alex.” Jody coughs, spitting blood onto the ground.

“I’m here. Now let Jody go, we had a deal.” Circling Mary, a tight grip on one of your knife’s you look at her. She looks like a robot. There’s not emotion on her face, nothing but a blank expression made by Lady Bevelle. “They got you good, Mary. Dean and Sam would be ashamed you are working with these monsters.”

“We are doing the right thing.” Mary retorts, hesitating for a moment.

“Hmmm…you think so? Killing other hunters. Kidnapping your sons’ friend. Forcing the woman Dean likes to come here to sacrifice herself. I think you are mistaking Ketch’s intentions.”

“He promised this is the only way too…” Mary trails off, shaking her head.

“Killing your sons too? ‘Cause this will happen. Every hunter refusing to lick Ketch’s shoes will die. Me, Sam…Dean…everyone.” Your eyes scan your surroundings as you try to listen to the noises around or rather the lack of such.

“We will create a better world, a world without monsters.” Her eyes or wide, Mary seems to be confused. Looking around for assurance she looks over your shoulder and off into the distance, revealing Ketch’s position to you.

“Yes, Mary, we will. You, me, your sons and all the other hunters like we did for ages. Now let Jody go, we had a deal.” Your eyes narrow as you feel someone getting closer. There’s a moment of silence before you tighten the grip on your knife, swinging your hand backward to stab the chest behind you.

“Y/N…” Not taking your eyes of Mary who is finally releasing Jody you step over your dead friends’ body or rather a former friend. “A shame they sent you, Colin.”

“I thought you would like to meet him again. He was your first lover after all.” Ketch chuckles clapping his hands. “He was eager to get you back. I guess he’d like to have a taste of you again.” Your eyes darken, a grin appears on your face as you watch Jody stepping away from Mary.

“Jody, go. This has nothing to do with you.” She hesitates but the look on your face tells her she would be a burden right now, so Jody runs off before Ketch starts circling you like prey.

“Y/N, I’ve missed you, my perfect killer. How long is it since we last saw each other?” Ketch smirks, as he looks at you, drinking your body in. “I must admit I enjoyed watching you and Dean. I will bring you back and show you I can make you feel way better. After a little session with Lady Bevelle, of course.”

There it is, the grin on his face you hate so much. Ketch is self-confident, certain of his success. “Dean and Sam are busy with fighting against my men right now, they won’t make it.”

“Interesting.” You smirk, getting your Katana’s out. Only me and you then or do you need Mary’s help to tame the little girl?”

Now he puffs his chest, silently telling Mary to stay out of the fight. “I waited for way too long to let someone else get hold of you, Y/N. You’re our creation and you are mine, you always were…” Ketch’s eyes narrow, the smirk deepens before a bullet hits his back and he falls to his knees, shocked.

“Did you ever watch Indiana Jones, Ketchie?” You chuckle winking at Dean who’s walking toward your position with Sam, Castiel, and five other hunters.

“What?” Ketch gasps, spitting out blood as he tries to get up. “Never attend to a gunfight with a knife, Baby. I enjoyed the movie. Indie did the right thing…”

Now Ketch begins to realize this is the end. He tries to get up once again, but your Katana stabs his chest, piercing his heart as you twist it.

“I’m not yours, never was. You are a sick bastard just like all the others. I’m me, and you know…I’m Dean’s Ninja Girl …”

THE END...?

My little ninja girl

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[ao3feed-castiel]

What if....

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2QJnXM7

by milohohohoe

short fanfic for what could have happened if Mick had lived.

frick im attached to the guy, they shouldn't have killed him off.

Words: 332, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Arthur Ketch, Dean Winchester, Mary Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mick Davies, Castiel (Supernatural), Dr. Hess (Supernatural), more to be added

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Mick Davies & Arthur Ketch

Additional Tags: Fluff, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Gore, Destiel - Freeform, Mick Davies Lives, Arthur Ketch Being an Asshole, he gets better though, Not Canon Compliant

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2QJnXM7

[holylulusworld]

Timezone reblog

The girl on the bridge (6) - The way to move on

Title: The girl on the bridge (6) - The way to move on

Summary: You lost your child and life becomes too heavy to keep ongoing. That’s when you meet your guardian angel. 

Square filled for @winchesterandbeyondbingo​​​: Nurse AU

Square filled for @spndeanbingo​: Breakfast in bed

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader 

Characters: Arthur Ketch

Word Count: 1,8 k

Rating: Mature

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of child’s death, mentions of attempted suicide, fluff, cuddling & snuggling, hurt & comfort, a hint of pining, different pov’s

A/N: Please head the trigger warnings for this story! This fiction and their way to cope is not something happening in real life. Take care of yourself. I mention suicide and other triggers.

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[holylulusworld]

Timezone reblog

The girl on the bridge (6) - The way to move on

Title: The girl on the bridge (6) - The way to move on

Summary: You lost your child and life becomes too heavy to keep ongoing. That’s when you meet your guardian angel. 

Square filled for @winchesterandbeyondbingo​​​: Nurse AU

Square filled for @spndeanbingo​: Breakfast in bed

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader 

Characters: Arthur Ketch

Word Count: 1,8 k

Rating: Mature

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of child’s death, mentions of attempted suicide, fluff, cuddling & snuggling, hurt & comfort, a hint of pining, different pov’s

A/N: Please head the trigger warnings for this story! This fiction and their way to cope is not something happening in real life. Take care of yourself. I mention suicide and other triggers.

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[holyluluslibrary]

Library reblog

The girl on the bridge (6) - The way to move on

Title: The girl on the bridge (6) - The way to move on

Summary: You lost your child and life becomes too heavy to keep ongoing. That’s when you meet your guardian angel. 

Square filled for @winchesterandbeyondbingo​​​: Nurse AU

Square filled for @spndeanbingo​: Breakfast in bed

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader 

Characters: Arthur Ketch

Word Count: 1,8 k

Rating: Mature

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of child’s death, mentions of attempted suicide, fluff, cuddling & snuggling, hurt & comfort, a hint of pining, different pov’s

A/N: Please head the trigger warnings for this story! This fiction and their way to cope is not something happening in real life. Take care of yourself. I mention suicide and other triggers.

The girl on the bridge masterlist 

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