#azazel henri x reader

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WTDSIK Memes#5

And those are the demons who KNOW...Your human...By now The Demons who know of You and Iruma's truth...their wondering why humans lived so long-

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☆Henri Azazel one of the hottest men in that universe my opinion(of course)☆

i love this man with all my heart and the fact he's a d!lf makes it even better

'Mairimashita iruma-kun' Episode 280

To not reveal the plot if you Haven't read it i have erased all the words the characters were saying exept few that will not spoil the plot(couldn't help myself)

Blushing and kicking my feet rn☺️

I know- We know where Ameri got the genes from, the looks and the personality and I am not mad. At.all. Bc those genes are REALLY good

Someone talented in writing pls make a fanfic with him bc i have no skill to do it🙏

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Office affair

Henri Azazel was a serious demon. He took pride in his work. It was his precise action and stern attitude that helped him to reach such heights.

No half-hearted attempts or any lazy assignments. He proved how worthy he was to be the head of his department. His work was his second greatest pride. The first being his precious daughter, of course.

While his dedication was remarkable and praiseworthy, it was also a crutch. When his beloved wife died, he buried himself into his work. Thus, he became estranged to his darling Ameri.

It killed him that there was a wall between them. He tried to be strong and show that he was there for her, but of course, it was always seen as him being more focused on her being perfect.

That wasn't true. She was always perfect in his eyes. His little girl had no flaws in his eyes. Could do no wrong.

It was difficult to even think of having a second partner. He had two passions that most other demons couldn't relate to. He couldn't express himself well enough to others.

Little did he know the perfect partner was under his nose all along. Someone who understood the importance of his work and found his love for his child endearing. That someone was you.

You who worked in the same office as him for years. You who had a secret crush on him. You who remained silent in your affections.

He was oblivious, of course. Unaware of your feelings. It probably would have remained that way forever if not for a certain nosey succubus deciding to snoop in other people business.

Now, he was more alert to your actions. How you always had his drink made and waiting at his desk just the way he'd like it. When you handed over files, your touch would linger for a few seconds.

This made him aware of his own actions as well. Like how his eyes would automatically look for you when he enters the room. Or how he could recognize you by scent alone.

How you both shared lunches, or how you would ask about his daughter. How you would help him work overtime so he could go home sooner. Yes... why hadn't he noticed before?

It wasn't till you had offered him sugar that your professional relationship escalated. All because he had said 'yes dear?' He would never live that down. But the sight of your blushing face as you suppressed giggles was worth the humiliation.

Thank Devi you were accustomed to his strange behaviors. He wouldn't know what to do without you. You had somehow become a safe harbor in the overwhelming sea of uncertainty that had become his life.

Picking up the broken pieces of him and helping to reshape. He would never be the same demon he had been when he was younger. You understood that.

But you also helped to remind him that change was a constant state. Something that happens over time, like shedding. Allowing the new to reform in place of the old.

The two of you didn't do grand gestures or scream your love off of mountain tops. No, your love was warm and quiet. It bloomed like a flower.

Gentle touches, soft words. Leaning against each other as work continued. Lingering lunch dates. A soothing sense of peace.

There's no need to burst that bubble. It couldn't hurt to have a small office affair. As long as you both did your work and were professional, it should be fine. He intertwined your fingers with his.

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Part Three: At First If You Don’t Succeed. (Clip Show S08E22)

Episode Summary: Sam, Dean and the reader share a bitter reunion with Castiel after finding the angel beaten and bloody in the middle of the road. While digging through the Men of Letters’ files, they stumble upon an undiscovered film which could be the key to completing the third trial. Meanwhile, Crowley digs into the reader and boys’ past, putting people they saved in mortal danger. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 3,744.

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You had your doubts on Dean's plan of digging up a demon you had buried away in the outskirts of town for the past few months. There was no reason why she wouldn't come back to life after all this time. While you were still skeptical, it seemed you were discovering new things about demons today. You learned that you might possibly be able to cure one with some Latin and purified blood. And if you chopped the head off of one with a devil's trap bullet in her skull she'd come back to life like a typical functioning monster. While you wanted nothing more in this world than to leave Abbadon buried six feet under with her still conscious of her surroundings after all she did to you. The desire to figuring out how to close the gates of hell was stronger.

You stared at the demon with your arms crossed over your chest, the sight of the red head alone made your desire to bury her alive came back even stronger. All the things she did to your father fueled the idea of leaving her in solitary. But you knew if this plan worked—if you somehow could turn her into a human again—the guilt of the blood she had on her hands from countless murders and terrible acts she committed for hell would be the best kind of punishment of all. It might be just enough for her to end her own pathetic life. 

“It worked.” Dean declared the obvious. He slapped his brother on the chest for his doubts. “You owe me a beer.” 

“And I owe you both so, so much.” Abbadon thought all of you were stupid enough to attach her head back on to her body with free mobility to her body. It seemed she wasn’t all back to her normal self when she made passive threats to the older Winchester. “I can’t wait to tear those pretty green eyes out.” 

“Good luck with that.” Sam told the demon.

You nodded your head to the lack of human parts she woke up a little less with, your lips stretching into a smirk at her new discovery. "We figured kitty didn't need her claws.”

Abbadon stared down to see you were staring at her arms, to be specific, the bloody stumps of where her hands should have been. You couldn't help yourself but snicker as you saw her struggle to get out of her seat and come after you from the reaction alone. Abbadon enjoyed a challenge on taking down her victims. "Then I'll stump you to death. It'll be swell." 

"Yeah, that's not gonna happen, either." Sam said. "The bullet, remember?"

The bullet that was currently lodged in the roof of her mouth if you took a wild guess from the angle Henry shot her, before she ripped his insides out and left him to bleed out. Long as the bullet was in her body, there was no way she was going to smoke out or escape from your clutches from what you were about to do to her. It was sweet, sweet karma coming her way that was fifty-five years in the making from what she did not only to your own flesh and blood, but to all the others she tried wiping out. 

“So you sit there like a good little bitch. We’re gonna consecrate the ground, and you’re gonna get to fessing up.” Dean explained the plan for today to the demon, thinking she had no clue what was about to go down. He thought it would be a nice little surprise to ambush her with after waking up the demon from her little dirt nap. He might not be able to kill her with the demon knife, but she'd do his job for her after that soul of hers turned a little less dark.

“Oh, I know this tune.” Abbadon said. Sam scoffed quietly at the secret the Men of Letters kept hidden for decades. It'd be impossible for the demon to know, however he didn't connect the dots together. Only it was the exact reason why she was here in the first place. "Father Max Thompson, born on October 12, 1910. Died, August 5th, 1958. Who do you think ripped that priest apart? Word got back to home office that Maxie was messing with things, so we made an example. It wasn’t my most artful kill, but it was effective. But Andrew...oh, he was my pride and joy. What I did to him was a true work of art. A masterpiece, if I may say.” 

“What you did is that you turned him into a monster. Like yourself.” Your insult to the demon was like a compliment from the smile that spread across Abbadon’s smeared red lips. “This entire time I thought it was because you needed someone on the inside to help you. But I’m guessing the chick you’re wearing was one of them. You did it for revenge. You knew about the rituals this entire time.”

“Father Max spilled his guts before I ripped them out of his body. He told me all about Josie Sands. I rode her into the Men of Letters and what I did to them—that was fun. But you really don’t care about that. You care about why Daddy didn’t die like everyone else.” Abbadon took a wild guess at the questions you still had. “Andrew was a special case. His family has a long history of messing with demons. It only seems fair he got a taste of his own medicine. Took days and countless demons, but it was all worth it when his soul turned black as his eyes.”

“So you knew what Max was doing.” Sam said. 

“I had an idea. Fella screamed the basics. I tried getting more information out of Andrew, and, well, you can’t say much when you’re choking down demon blood.” Abbadon nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders at the inconvenience for her. “I can only imagine what kind of half breed you turned out to be, Y/N. Your little plan isn’t gonna work.”

“You keep telling yourself that.” Dean said. 

You found the conversation taking a momentary pause when you heard your phone start ringing from an incoming call. You shoved a hand inside your back pocket and pulled it out to see a three number digit on the screen. “666.” You furrowed your brow slightly from who it could be from the usual number. You answered the call and pressed the phone to your ear, deciding to let the caller say hello first. The person on the other line was a voice you were expecting to hear in person after he popped out of thin air. It was Crowley, with that obnoxious accent of his. 

“Hello, Kitten.”

You rolled your eyes from hearing that stupid nickname of his you were given. “Crowley.” 

"Crowley?" Abbadon repeated the name of a demon she remembered before being thrown into the twenty first century. He dubbed himself king of the crossroads back in the day. She smiled slightly, wondering why he was calling you. "The salesman?"

“Try the king of hell.” Dean corrected the demon. 

The smile on Abbadon's face fell quickly as it came after hearing the words come out of the man's mouth. Hell must've froze over for that pompous prick to have gotten such a prestige title. When Abbadon was around there were key players still alive—Lilith, Azazel, just to name a few on the top of the food chain. There was no way Crowley got ranks over hell above all of them. Things really went to crap while she was gone. "This a joke, right?"

You nodded your head for the boys to follow you outside so you could take this call in private. Whatever reason why Crowley was trying to contact you like this it was important. Dean ordered for the demon to stay right where she was while all of you stepped inside to figure out what the king of hell wanted. You thought Abbadon would have done what she was told. After all, there was no way she could escape if she had no hands to sneak out the bullet. 

When you got outside, you pressed a button on the screen to put the call on speaker so you weren't the only one graced to hear the demon's voice. You continued on the conversation by asking a very important question. "How'd you get your slimy hands on my number, Crowley?"

"Ah, first thing's first," Crowley answered your question with a sleazy one of his own. "what are you wearing, Kitten?"

"Oh, okay, hanging up now." Dean jumped into the conversation when he heard the demon try to get cheeky with you. He nodded his head for you to end this call once and for all, thinking the demon was trying to be funny with you by wasting your time. "Hang up." 

"Don't get your boxers in a twist, Squirrel. This isn't a social call. I was wondering. You lads been reading the papers, say, Dever Times from yesterday? No? Well, you should. It's side-splitting." Crowley said. Dean pulled out his phone and pulled up the newspaper the demon was talking about, and why he was going through all the effort to tell you about it. "What the hell—I'm sexting you an address. Check it out. Then we'll talk. Cheerio."

"Wait, what?" Sam tried to figure out what the demon was talking about, but he was a little slow on the draw when he heard the dial tone coming from the other end of the line. "Crowley?"

You hung up the phone and shoved it back into your pocket for safekeeping after Dean pulled up the front page of the newspaper Crowley was talking about. You spotted a news article that caught your attention, something about a freak accident always raised a few questions. "Here it is. Vic's name was Tommy Collins." Dean read off a bit of information after skimming through the article. The name sounded familiar to him, but he couldn't place where he heard it before until today. "Tommy. Why do I know that name?"

"Tommy Collins. We saved him from a wendigo like forever ago." Sam said. "It was the second case we ever took with Y/N when she was still learning how to hunt." 

"Wow. Talk about a blast from the past." You mumbled the slightly insensitive remark under your breath. You vaguely remembered the case that you took back when John was missing and you were figuring the ropes of how to be a hunter without getting yourself killed. You wondered why Crowley went after Tommy after all these years "You think Crowley blew his head off? I mean, what are we dealing with here? Some sort of demon-wendigo team up?

“No clue.” Sam admitted. 

“All right, well, we’ll pour one out for Tommy later.” Dean said. He shoved his phone back into his pocket and headed back inside the building, knowing you had more important things to do than worry about what Crowley was up to. It was sad at what came of Tommy, but you didn’t have time to play games. “As far as Crowley goes, screw him. We got everything we need to put him in a permanent time-out.” 

You thought you were one step ahead of the game from Abbadon sitting in the building with no where to go and Crowley thinking you were going to play his little game. It seemed for a second you had everything exactly where you wanted. Life has a funny way of not always working in your favor. When you stepped back inside the place and into where you left the demon, you felt your heart stop in panic when you saw there was an empty chair—and no demon. You swore on your life she was there when you left her only a few minutes ago. Somehow the bitch managed to sneak away while you weren’t looking.

“No. No! No! No! No!” Dean growled to himself at the unfortunate sight. He raced forward to the empty chair and looked around to see if he might be able to spot the red head around here somewhere. “She’s gone. She’s—son of a bitch!”

Dean took it upon himself to try and track the demon down while you and Sam figured out how Abbadon managed to get herself free. She might be immune to the demon knife, but you’ve never met something like her that was resistant to a devil’s trap. You should’ve take it one step further and made one around her before you brought Raggedy Ann back to life. You walked over to the desk you had laid all the materials out on when you noticed something was off. You reached for the metal box that you had put her detached hands for safe keeping. When you noticed they were empty, you let out a frustrated sigh and threw it back down to the desk, causing you to make a banging noise that echoed through the place. Who would’ve thought her hands were like Thing Addams. 

Sam started to figure out how she managed to get herself free when he spotted something red on the ground he didn’t seem before, not too far from where the chair was. He bent down to examine it further to try and figure out what it was. Sam didn’t take very long to realize it was the bloody bullet that was lodged in Abbadon’s head. She must’ve somehow gotten it loose from using her unattached hands and snuck out while the demon had the chance. Sam called for yours and his brother’s attention to show you what he found. The sight of the bloody bullet made you grow even more pissed off. Before you could let out a swear word like you wanted, you felt your phone vibrate. You snatched it out from your pocket to see it was a notification. 

“It’s a text message from Crowley,” You told them. “an address in Prosperity, Indiana.” 

“Prosperity? Didn’t we work a case there? Yeah, yeah, the one with the witches and the baked goods.” Dean said, figuring out why the place sounded so familiar to him. You guessed it was during your absence away, that’s why you were out of the loop. “So what? He’s going after somebody there now?”

“I don’t know.” Sam said. “We got to check it out.” 

You raised your brow slightly from the obvious reason not to play along to Crowley’s game. He would stop at nothing to see you dead. No matter how many bodies it took to get you where he wanted you. “Well, you know it’s a trap.”  

“Of course it’s a trap. But a trap means demons,” Sam stated the reason why it was important for you to go to Indiana. He raised up the bullet that held the one that you had at your disposal, before she ran away. “And we could use one right now.” 

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You didn't have much of a choice but to follow along with Crowley's instructions and take the long drive to Indiana with the hopes that you were on time to save this Jenny person from the fate Tommy had suffered. Along with a few demons that he might be stupid enough to have waiting for you. All you needed was just the one to get this entire situation wrapped up for good once and for all. No more kings of hell calling up to harass you. No more demons trying to toy with your life for the hell of it. You could finally have the life you've been yearning for decades now. Most importantly your child could have a life without worrying things were going to end up the same way as it had for you. 

When you pulled up to the apartment that Jenny was living in after her near death experience with some pissed off witch, you and the boys wasted no time in getting out and heading up there. You were anxious about what was waiting for you inside the apartment. Every part of you was hoping Crowley was going to slip up and have one of his goons waiting for you. Dean picked the lock in record time and swung open the door, stepping into the dark apartment after testing the light switch only to conclude the power was out. He made his way inside first with Sam following behind. You lingered in the hallway as the both of them made sweep around the place to see if there was anyone hiding in the shadows.  

You made your way inside when you noticed there was most likely no one here, all though you still kept the demon knife close to your side, wanting to err on the side of caution just in case someone wanted to get the jump on you. You noticed right as you stepped into the apartment Dean found something. You made your way over to the kitchen area to see Jenny had been busy earlier from the sight of delicious looking cupcakes and a mess of ingredients around the place. You peered over the counter to meet Jenny for yourself. However the both of you couldn’t be properly introduced from the sight of her. 

You grimaced at the burnt smell of human flesh that made your stomach feel queasy, the sight of Jenny with her head in the oven after someone most likely forced her in there. You had to cover your mouth with your hand to keep yourself from throwing up. “Is that…Jenny?” 

Dean slowly nodded his head to answer your question. He stared at the body for a moment, a sense of guilt coming over him from how the poor girl fell into the clutches of Crowley's plan "You were a great gal, Jenny Klein.”

You heard your phone start ringing again just a minute after you arrived to Jenny's apartment and discovered the present Crowley had left for you. You quickly pulled it out to see the familiar three digit number on the screen. You let out a frustrated sigh at who was calling you again and got the boys’ attention before answering the call. "What the hell are you doing, Crowley?"

“Oh, Kitty, isn’t it obvious?” Crowley asked you, wondering why you haven’t caught up to the little game he wanted to play. “I’m killing everyone you and those neanderthals ever saved—the damsels in distress, the innocent whippersnappers, the would-be vampire chow—all of them.”

“How do you even know—” Dean tried to ask the demon a question, but he was quickly cut off.

“I have my sources and a cracking research team. When you kids hit a town, you tend to leave a mess. Now, you’re probably wondering why my droogs aren’t in there giving you the bum’s rush, so let’s bress these tracks, shall we?” You felt your grip around the knife go slightly tighter as you looked around the room, wondering if Crowley was just bluffing. But the place was empty except for the three of you. And Jenny’s charred body. “I’m gonna gut one person every twelve hours until you bring me the demon tablet and stop this whole trials nonsense.” 

“We don’t have the tablet.” Sam lied to the demon, hoping it would be enough to buy you some time and figure out another plan to stop Crowley before he could hurt anyone else. “Kevin took it and—” 

“I took Kevin. Then someone took him back. Word from the cloud that it wasn’t heaven. So either the cutest little prophet in the world is with you two lads and Y/N, or you better find him tout-bloody-suite because time, she is a-wasting. About now, you’re thinking of ways to stop me. You won't be able to, but you'll try because that's what you do. You try. So, time for an object lesson.” Crowley decided to be nice and throw you another chance at saving a life you already did many years ago. “Indianapolis, the Ivy motel, room one-one-six. You have fifty-seven minutes." 

You peeked at the clock on the oven to see that it was a little after eleven. You and the boys had until midnight to find this person and save them from whatever twisted plan Crowley had. When you heard the dial tone come from the other end, you wasted no time getting out of there and back down to the Impala. There was no way in hell you were going to let that bastard win again. 

+ + +

On the way to the motel you tried racking your brain for old cases that you worked here to help figure who Crowley might be going after. Maybe he was just pulling at your strings and leading you to another dead body. A warning for the people he was going to pick off if you didn’t do what he said. You felt a nervous knot in your stomach began to form as you cautiously watched the time on the clock as it ticked down to a half an hour until midnight. You were determined to make it there with time to spare and prepare yourself for whatever sort of twist Crowley wanted to throw your way. 

Dean stayed behind to collect some things for you while you and Sam rushed to find the motel of Crowley's next victim if you weren't quick enough. Sam rapidly knocked on the door until someone finally answered it after a long grueling minute of waiting. Who you saw answer the door took you by surprise if you had to be honest. Sarah Blake—she was a young woman at the time you first met all the way back in '05. The daughter of an art dealer who got caught in the cross hairs of a spirit of a child who murdered her family and anyone who had taken possession of it. You saved her from the spirit after it trapped her and Sam in the home of the last person who took ownership of the painting. 

“Sam.” She spoke the name of a man she hadn't seen in almost eight years. All though she only met him once, the encounter they shared together was something she'd never forget. It took a second he didn't come here alone. You greeted the woman with a forced smile as a sense of fear slowly crossed her face. "What are you doing here?”

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Time of Arrival // Steve Harrington

Summary: It was a huge shock when you traveled from the summer of 1981 to summer of 2008. With the help of your nephews, who are now older than you, you adapt to the new life. The next four eyes you integrate in the hunting before four years later you’re sent back with Sam and Dean to kill a monster to 1984.

Characters: Steve Harrington x Winchester!Reader, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Mike Wheeler, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Will Byers, Castiel (mentioned), Nancy Wheeler (mentioned), and Jonathan Byers (mentioned)

Words: 2963

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Stranger Things or the characters involved. I only own the Reader’s backstory and plot. I also do not own images or gifs that may appear in this either.

Warnings: Swearing, monster decapitation, death, mention of Barb, fluff, and angst

Author: Caitsy

A/N: I’ve changed the years that Samuel and Deanna Campbell died, when Henry Winchester MAY have died. I changed where the Winchesters initially lived before moving to Lawrence.

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As a Winchester you were accustomed to a lot of weird situations including an angel you had deemed the nicest one you had run into during your almost twenty years. Being sent back in time to Hawkins, Indiana was bittersweet given that you actually originally travelled from the early 80s to the mid 2000s just after your brother died.

In 1981 when you were sixteen years old and living in Hawkins with your parents, brother and his wife you ran into trouble. First off John and you had a ten year age difference which should have given you a hint that you were half siblings. John’s father Henry was killed in the future as Azazel leaving John to think he was abandoned and then your mother remarried in 1963 when she got pregnant.

You grew up knowing about the supernatural when you stumbled into your brother’s father-in-law exorcising a demon and his wife decapitating a vampire. He took you under his wing to teach you the ways of being a hunter that Mary didn’t want to be a part of. You spent two consecutive summers staying with them using the surrogate father excuse with your mom. Your Dad was a piece of shit when it came to parenting.

The summer of 1981 you had plans to meet Nancy Wheeler at her place for her small sweet sixteen that her parents had invited you to. You never made it to the party, you remember hearing wings flapping before it went white and you woke up in the back of the impala with Dean and Sam upfront. Of course nobody stopped looking for you until they found Samuel Campbell’s dead body and the urgency shifted to finding the murderer.

“Home.” You showed looking around the familiar surroundings of the town you grew up in.

“Finally.” Dean grumbled, “After four years you’re back here.”

You ignored Dean’s comment to find the vampire that had somehow come into contact with a powerful witch. Like all other hunters and supernatural creatures the Winchesters were the people everyone wanted gone and sending them back in time to be killed was perfect. You were scanning the area for the vamp when your eyes landed on a frantic group of young teenagers. Both the teens and the vampire were just on the edge of the woods when you began to trek over, flipping the machete in your hand easily.

“Let’s do this.” You smiled to Dean and Sam before sprinting into the clearing just past the edge of the woods.

When you found the vampire he was hissing at the group with a hand outstretch to grab the closest human. For some god awful reason time traveling for vampires depleted their food. You noticed that one of the teens was older than the rest with a metal bat self modified with nails in the end. You didn’t think he would survive so you fluidly moved to kick the vamp’s knee off and sliced the head off the neck as if you were an experienced dancer.

“Oh god.” One of the younger teens muttered as he leaned down and gagged off to the side.

“Holy shit!”

“Not the right time Dustin!” The older teen said pushing in front of the group.

“Wait.” A familiar young boy with shaggy hair interjected shoving past the others to be in front. His eyes scanning you in a mystified expression, “Y/N Winchester?”

Not a beat passed before Dean’s gun was levelled evenly between the boy’s eyes with a furious expression on his face.

“How do you know her?” Dean spoke not giving a damn about how old he was.

“Whoa man!” The older teen exclaimed moving to step into the line of fire before your gun was aimed as his face too.

“I’m Mike Wheeler!” The boy quickly spoke staring down the barrel of the gun, “Do you remember me?”

You blinked at the sight of him before fully looking at each member of the that group with curiosity. You began to put the images of them if they were younger before lowering your gun to clench it next to your side. All of them resembling the boys that geeked out in the Wheeler’s basement over a game.

“Aren’t you supposed to be ten?” You checked dropping the dripping machete to the ground from your other hand. You ensure the gun was still in your right hand.

“It’s 1984 Y/N.” Mike spoke with furrowed eyebrows, “Did these guys kidnap you?”

“These are my nephews Dean and Sam Winchester from the future.”

“The future.” The curly haired one, you recognized him as Dustin with the hair and lisp, scoffed.

“I just decapitated a vampire and time travel is hard to believe?” You muttered shaking your head, “I guess Castiel didn’t send up far enough in time.”

“We never stopped looking you.” The older teen said.

“And you are?” Sam questioned with a hard expression.

“Steve Harrington.”


“No way.” You gasped looking him over, “Last time I saw you, you were a skinny kid with a bowl cut and braces.”


“You had a bowl cut.” Dustin chocked leaning over to grasp his midsection.

“Shut up.”

“I can’t .” Dustin laughed leaning on the sickly looking one as if he hadn’t had sleep in years.

“It was before high school.” Steve snapped glaring at the young teenager.

“It was freshmen year.” You chuckled the the disdain of Steve, “An impressive glowup.”

“Glow what?” Mike questioned curiously.

“It’s a phrase where a change in appearance like the Ugly Duckling that turned into a beautiful swan. It’s a twenty first century phrase.” You explained easily as Dustin began to repeated if a few times.

“That’s weird.” Lucas spoke shaking his head.

“How old are you?” Will questioned.

“I arrived in the future on the same day as I disappeared just in a different year.” You explained, “Essentially I’m almost twenty years old.”


“What? I thought you were younger than me.” Steve exclaimed floored.

“I was held back one year and cutoffs for the school year also leading me to be in the same grade as Nancy and a level below you. If I was still in high school I would be a senior but I graduated via online schooling.”

“Online?” Dustin asked.

“It’s not common in households or school for students yet but soon you’ll be able to easily search anything online but that will be a while away.”

“Stop. We don’t want to alter anything in the future.”

“Whoa.” Will breathed staring at you.

“How long are you staying?” Mike asked, “Are you going to stay here?”



“I don’t know.” You admitted playing with your fingers while looking over to Sam and Dean with a sad, confused expression. Each of them keeping a blank face to not influence your decision.

“Where would she stay man?” Lucas asked crossing his arms.


“The Winchester’s left two years ago.” Will exclaimed realizing the devastation also, “They haven’t came back since.”

“Do you know where they would be?” Dean asked intrigued on seeing his parents together again.

“After Y/N disappeared they looked everywhere before leaving town because…” Dustin trailed off wondering if he should tell you why.

“We know that Deanna and Samuel died the year she came to the future.” Dean huffed a with a glare to the young boys looking you over.

“John and Mary left for Kansas.” Lucas interjected.

“They had baby Dean too and all their belongings.” 


“Oh and your mother left your father and it was the talk of the town for a long time.”

“Bout time.” You sighed remembering the harsh and cold man that ignored you and your mother.

“I’d like to know why you all were in the woods at this time and how the vampire didn’t faze you entirely.” Sam spoke after being silent for a while.

“That may be unbelievable and it’s illegal! We signed documents to keep quiet.” Steve hurriedly shook his head knowing that the kids would definitely tell you.

“Fake ID will be able to fix that.” Dean grumbled lowly already trying to figure out which person he used when he was in the 70s a while back.

“I’d like a shower. Where’s the closest motel?” You asked feeling the guts in your hair from the witch you had blown up earlier.

“You could stay at Steve’s place, his parents are gone for the next month.” Mike immediately spoke.

“What the hell man!” Steve exclaimed outraged.

“Like you have a social life. You hang out with middle schoolers and you girlfriend hangs out with Johnathan.” Dustin laughed.

“Whatever.” Steve grumbled further as he began the trek to his car.

Squeezing the water from your hair into the towel you stepped into the hallway of the large house that Steve had led you guys into. The kids were in the living room with Steve waiting for you and the boys to finish up. By the time you had finished drying your hair the others had been waiting for a good half hour for you.

“So you went into another dimension and a fought a demi-“

“Demogorgon.” Dustin interrupted with a sigh. He was tired of correcting the people outside of the D&D players.

“Uh meed I remind you about the Jefferson Starships.” Sam inquired with a small smile aimed to his older brother.

“Not the same thing!” Dean snapped, “Is there no damn hunters in this godforsaken town.”

“Quit.” You sternly told him as if he was still that adorable little boy with mischievous desires.

The room was quiet as everything sunk in for everyone in the room but there was something in the room that made you uncomfortable. Almost as when Claire had stalked up for awhile to learn hunting techniques and the dark cloud followed you everywhere.

“What monsters are there?” Lucas asked leaning forward with the rest of the others in gleeful curiosity.

“So many.” You groaned, “Shapeshifters, demons, werewolves, dieties, ghouls, wendigos.” You began.

“Djinn, dragons, rugaru, skinwalkers, and others. We’ve barely scraped the surface if I’m being honest.” Sam finished with a somber expression.

“Angels.” Dean mentioned offhand, “One of the worst of them all. Witches are a close match to angels.”

“Holy shit.” Dustin marvelled.

“Everyone hates angels and witches.” Sam sighed to his older brother, “The only witch we’ve come across that isn’t a complete and utter useless evil is Rowena.”

“She birthed evil.” You snorted thinking of Crowley who had nicknamed you guys as Moose, Squirrel and Chipmunk.


Before the kids could say anything a honk from outside was heard which in turn caused all the kids to groan in disappointment. Steve tensed up when he glanced out to see Nancy laughing with an unknown teenage male in the driver’s seat.

“Hey guys. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t say anything about us.” You stated.

“Mike!” A feminine voice called from outside the house.

“Fine.” They all grumbled picking their things off the floor and to the door.

Dean and Sam retreated to the rooms you all were gifted for your stay by Steve even if he begrudgedly allowed Dean to use his state of the art of the 80s shower. You hummed to yourself quietly glancing at the room to see the photos of the Harrington’s through the years. Steve was still tensed on the chair he had sat on.

“You’re dating Nancy Wheeler.” You simply stated amused.

“So?” Steve defended himself.

“Just seems odd. She chased you and followed you around for years before I disappeared but you never gave her the time of day. You ignored her existence.” You shrugged.

“People change.”

“Not easily.” You retorted thinking of all the people you had met in the future, “Now she’s chasing someone else while with you.”

“They’re just friends.”

“Yeah sure. That’s a long running cliche in Hollywood. Girl gets boy, girl realizes she likes her best friend, drama ensures, and hearts break.” You waved your hand over your explanation.

“I didn’t chase her because I liked you.” Steve interrupted.

“I know.”

Steve sat there shocked that you had known about his feelings when you were both younger not saying a word while you went to your room. Alone you thought about when you were still living in the early 80s. When you initially went into high school you had noticed a slightly dorky but more popular version of the Steve from middle school. You had known about his feelings when he would stare at you and followed you around but you never did anything because you were a year lower but older than him.

“Wonder how things would be like now.” You whispered leaning back on the bed.

Maybe you would have gotten together the year after you disappeared, maybe you would have plans after high school to marry. Of course it was wishful thinking about the past when you had a life in the distant future you were scared to leave behind.

For the first time in a long time you had a dreamless sleep that lasted more than five hours but it was when you woke up that it settled in. You were back in your hometown with your childhood friends and you didn’t know what to do. Using the items Steve had found you quickly got ready for the unpredictable day.

“Morning.” You yawned at Sam sitting at the table reading a newspaper, “Did you guys find or talk to Cas?”

“Nothing.” Sam spoke over his light breakfast and the paper.

“That sucks. How long do you think we’re here for?”

“Don’t act like it doesn’t matter you’re back here.”

You went quiet fro the rest of the morning until Steve and Dean wandered into the kitchen dressed and quiet. Each male had a different style of clothing, hair and ways to walk that it was a stark contrast.

“When did you get up?” Steve yawned pouring himself generic cereal.

“They get up at six every morning.” Dean muttered pouring himself a coffee and leaning against the counter.

“Wow.” Steve grumbled, “I’m meeting my girlfriend today. There’s food in the fridge if you get hungry.”

“Good luck.” You snickered at his retreating back.

“Shush.” Sam muttered lowly watching Steve continued to leave with a tense back.

You went about the day by watching old shows from your childhood and reading books you found in the living room. Out of the three of you, you had put music on using the turntable as you quickly concocted an easy meal. It was late in the night when Steve returned to find you on the couch in a blanket holding a small square object.

“What is that?” He asked sitting on the couch next to you.

“Something from the future.” You replied locking the phone and shoving it deep in your pocket.

“Can I see it?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“It could alter the future more than my time travel did.” You calmly spoke watching as he tilted his head to the side.

“Sure.” He chuckled shaking his head.

“How was your date?”


“Had KFC with Nancy and on the Hollands.” He scratched the back of his head as he furrowed his eyebrows.

“How romantic.”

“Especially when your girlfriend flees to the bathroom and comes back with red eyes.” Steve sighed leaning back.

“Is she alright?” You asked concerned for your childhood best friend.

“She said she was and she seemed fine after. I didn’t want to push her into speaking.”

You didn’t bother replying to him knowing that it wasn’t any of your business or concern when you didn’t feel like you belonged in the 80s anymore. All you could say was that Nancy should appreciate her nice boyfriend more than she was. Screw how she felt about the other dimension business because she was almost as bad as the people they kids told you about for leading Steve on.

“I’m happy your back you know.” Steve whispered looking at you from his peripheral view.

“Me too.” You whispered playing with your fingers. You weren’t happy though because it brought you to an important decision, stay here or go back to the future with your nephews.

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WTDSIK Incorrect Quotes#53 Father vs Daughter-

You know what I want?... Henri and Ameri fighting over who gets to marry the Humans You or your son, Ameri isn't against you being her Mother...but MOTHER-IN-LAW...but it would be weird for Her dad to be with you cuz..that makes Iruma her step-brother?-

The same could be said about Henri and Iruma...plus henri doesn't want anyone to be with his daughter-

In Babyls late after classes are done and clubs are starting...In the most unused rooms hallways

Ameri*Coming out of the empty classroom after her secret time of reading the forbidden texts with her Iruma*Heh~

Henri*Coming out of your secret breakroom you come and rest from the world...and you and Henri use it to talk about life and the life of being single parents* Mhh~

Ameri & Henri*Both freeze and look at one another*...

Ameri*Stares at her father who...is wearing one of his sleekest suits, and smells oddly of cologne*...

Henri*Sees his daughter, wondering why was she giggling so cutely*...

Both have eye contact conversations with "Why are you here?", and"Im just here on...work..."

Iruma*Pops from the door smilling*Oh Ameri, You still here? Oh, Mister Henri?

Ameri*Blushes hard and silently screams as she puts a protective arm in front of iruma*Father I can explain-

Henri*Was about to chastise the two but froze when the door behind him open* NO-

Y/n*Coming out the room, smiling holding two gloves*Henri, Sweetie you forgot your gloves-Oh Ameri and My Lil blueberry what you doing here?

Iruma*Smiles seeing you* Ah Mom!

Ameri*Frowns and looks at her father*...

Henri*Avoids looking at her*...

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WTDSIK Incorrect Quotes#13 DILF

In the Azazel Home, Ameri Brings a magazine to Her father

Ameri: What's a DILF?

Henri, chocks on his tea: W-what

Ameri, shows the cover: Here, it says you are DILF

Henri: Ah, it means...

Henri: ...

Henri: A Dad Who Is Loving and Fantastic...

Months later

Y/n: I spoke to your father, He has told me a lot about you

Ameri, enthusiastic: He has?

Y/n: Yes, your Dad loves you so much Sweetie~

Ameri: Oh Devi! He's a real DILF!

Y/n*Eyes bulge out sockets anime like*!?!

Y/n*Thinks about it and ponders*...

Y/n*Nods at her actually agreeing*Oh yeah... He certainly is

Look me in the eyes...he is canonically a dilf-we sleeping on Azazel henri people-

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WTDSIK Incorrect Quotes#20 Girls night

Y/n*Looking at Amaryllis& Mrs. Valac who invited you to a girl's night but realized... it's past midnight*I gotta go back before Henri realizes Im not in bed!

-In the Azazel Manor-

Henri*In Bed, Ears alert as he realizes...your not next to him*Y/n?...

Henri*Ears flatting down*Y/n?!

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WTDSIK Memes#4

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Announcements

Okay, lots of stories are coming out soon. I'm a bit behind cause of holiday. Forgive me, darlings!

Looks like you guys have been busy liking and reblogging my work. Thank you, everyone. Requests are open again so feel free to share ideas.

I did want to mention that some requests take longer than others, so don't worry, I haven't forgotten any. I have a list.

Some stories just come easily while others take time. A curse all writers face.

Please look forward to more stories being posted later this week.

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What about a story with Azazel Henri x reader.

Reader who is a demon

Reader is not Azazel Ameri mom

Mmmmmm

Out of all the characters, I think I've focused on him the least. But I'm willing to try and figure out this.

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Hello

What about a story with Henri Azazel x reader. Henri is trying to do anything to get their attention but they ignore him. He gets mad and makes them talk to him. I am sorry if this is a little confusing.

... mad? More like embarrassed. Is probably drunk and did a wall slam without realizing.