#but dean not telling sam about hell? yeah thats fine whatever

[acesammy]

huh. crazy how the secrets sam keeps arent about trauma right?

[malfoysqueen54]

Beginning Of The End  Part 1

Dean X Reader

Warnings: Illness, cussing.

Dean had known her seven yrs, how could he not know, not be able to tell. How could someone he would never look twice at change his life. What happens when he changes hers before it ends?

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Y/N was a lot of things but mainly, she was the Winchester’s research assistant. However to Dean, most of the time she was sarcastic , biting, homely and unpopular. Technically he didn’t know her like the others did, she wasn’t the woman anyone would notice when she walked in a room. Yet, even though he and Sam had known her for the same amount of time, going on seven years, his little brother knew her better. 

It led to the conversation in the bunker library one night between the brothers after watching her leave. Y/N never really looked up, never spoke to Dean directly unless she absolutely needed too. Her behavior had suddenly changed towards him and once his mind started working, it piqued a curiosity. Why was she like that with only him? What had made her change around him? She had never pulled punches when it came to their few encounters before.

Dean set his beer down and looked at his brother who was still buried in a book. “What’s Y/N’s deal?” It was an odd, left field question.

Sam set his book down, brow furrowing confused, “What do you mean?”

“Well, we have known her the same amount of time, yet I know nothing about her,” Dean replied like he finally realized that himself.

Sam gave a soft laugh, “Well that’s because you don’t Dean. She has no patience for your bull in a china shop personality. Plus, it’s not like you even notice her 90% of the time she is here. No need for you to know her. She isn’t your type.” Sam shrugged and picked his book back up.

Dean’s face twisted in an offended manner as he slapped his beer down. “Hey, I am not all about looks!” He exclaimed pointing at his brother which got him a dry derisive look.

“Ok I am not ONLY about looks. She has always been snappy with me though. It’s off putting.” He pursed his lips picking up his beer once again.

A snort from the taller brother garnered his attention. “Right, Dean. Sure, that’s what it is.”

The elder Winchester slammed his beer down again. “ I am not vain about women,” he protested.

Sam actually looked kind of pissed as he slapped his book down. “Dean, she isn’t voluptuous enough for you. You wouldn’t care if a  woman couldn’t recite the alphabet,if she is pretty, it doesn’t matter,” Sam shook his head, “you would still screw her. You don’t have meaningful relationships beyond a few hours or a night. That’s just you. Plus, Y/N has no time to waste, so she doesn’t bother with vain romantically self-centered males.” Dean was put off by his brother’s words, and peeved tone.

“I am not, I can have a meaningful relationship and they don’t have to be a ten,” he snapped in response. Irked that his brother thought so low of him. He chose not to drag a woman into this life with him. The uncertainty, the danger, the consequences. He had a heart, he could love, but he steeled up a wall to prevent that years ago. His decision.

Sam shook his head, “Does not matter Dean, truly. She wouldn’t give you the time of day, she is good at protecting herself.”

“Woah, Woah, what does that mean?” Dean asked, taking his feet off their resting spot on the table and leaning on it towards his brother.

“It means she knows better. You would never look at her twice, even with her crush on you.. She is the strongest woman I know. Everything she has and is going through. You can’t tell. She is here as soon as we call with whatever we need, every day, every crisis, anything we need,” his little brother almost growled. “So, what now? Years later you suddenly realize she is there and happen to ask, fuck you can be a dick sometimes.”

He was flabbergasted, he blinked furrowing his brow. “Wait, a crush? On me?” he asked pointing to himself.

“Well yeah, it’s why she steers clear and stays in the shadows,” Sam replied with pursed lips.

“Also what exactly has? Or is she going through?” he asked.

Sam clenched up like a clam with that one though. His face slackened and his lips smacked shut shaking his head, “none of your business.”

“No, no! You tell me.” He followed his brother who was packing up to retreat to his room. “What’s up with her? She can tell you and others but not me?”

“You don’t talk to her, Dean,” Sam whirled, snapping on his brother. “You don’t even notice she is alive more than half the time!”

Dean stopped in his tracks. “Of course I do,” his face twisted. “I always see her or notice her. What is up?”

Sam scoffed and sighed. “Not in any way Dean, you don’t.” He paused looking to the floor,“You should at least appreciate her because before long, she won’t be around.” Sam’s eyes met his brothers. “She has cancer, Leukemia.” With that bombshell he turned and walked away from his elder sibling, leaving Dean gobstruck. 

Y/N did not look ill. She never showed signs of health issues that he remembered. His brow creased as he looked to the ground trying to flush through his memories of her in the bunker. Quiet, reserved till prodded, besides hunting or fighting. She was always there, did everything and anything they needed. Deans hand ran over his mouth in shock, she couldn’t be that sick, could she?

“Why is she living with this, why doesn't she just get Cas to heal her?"

"She wants to live her life the way it was intended to be," Sam said simply. 

"Well thats fucking stupid." Dean took another pull from his beer.

Sam scoffed, turning to leave. “Not really if you consider it. Look at our history.” Then he disappeared down to his room to research leaving Dean to stew in his thoughts.

Over the next few weeks, Dean watched Y/N discreetly, but his eyes were trained on her. She seemed pale at times, but not all of them. She breathed shallow it seemed. Breathing issues; after researching, seeing the things he did and asking an aggravated Sam, he realized she was in treatment. Chemotherapy was ravaging her system, yet there she was smiling with the fellow hunters, and his family every day. Him, he noticed it once he really looked, she wouldn’t show it but she left any room they were in alone together, she went out of her way to avoid him, from speaking to eye contact. If she had information, she asked someone else to relay it. It made him think, this confident, well besides when it came to him, woman was struggling personally and never talked about it unless prodded. Well, from what Sam and Castiel says. She never brought anyone down, she always had an answer, and maybe it was an everyday look but she was beautiful. She just didn’t feel she was. He recognized that insecurity in her eyes. That is one thing he could see. Dean knew it was probably because of her illness, also if Sam was right, it was because of her crush on him. The man that only dated 9’s and 10’s , when it came to women. He huffed heavily letting his head fall back to the wall behind his bed, he had to do something.

That is what led to the encounter in the kitchen. Y/N and Sam were making sandwiches for everyone laughing, which ceased once he entered to grab some beers.. He looked at the two of them and she switched her feet nervously betraying her unease. 

 He watched them for a second before opening his beer.  He took a gulp of it and started a conversation. “So, y/n how have you been?”

Sam and her both looked at him like he was crazy, pausing what they were doing, which made him rear his head back some.

“What I can’t ask?”

“No, you can, you just never do,” she replied snarkily, “but I am fine. Thanks for asking.” She then returned to her task of sandwiches.

Dean bit his lip “What are you doing Saturday?” He questioned, suddenly getting an idea. Sam and Y/n both turned back to him. Sam’s eyes widened when he realized what his brother was doing.

 Y/n looked at him, “Nothing.” She wasn’t sure what he was asking for.

“Well, you think we could go out then?” He asked, leaning on the counter.

She looked confused. “No.”

She said it so simply. Like the idea was absurd. He was taken aback by that. He saw Sam shaking his head behind her back. “What? Why not?” Dean continued though.

“Did you lose a bet or something?” was her reply.

Dean chortled. “No! Why?”

She finally turned to him, eyeing him. Sam was motioning not to do this emphatically. “Because I am nowhere close to the realm of females you date Winchester. Plus, you don’t know, and barley speak to me.”

“That is also on you, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want to.”He smiled pointing towards her and ignoring the glare from his brother. She just looked at him- skeptical. “Please?” Dean added with that charming smile.

She sighed, “fine. Saturday.”

His grin was huge. “Saturday. I will pick you up at six?”

She nodded and then turned and left stunned by what just happened. He watched her walk away smiling till Sam smacked him in the back of the head. “What the hell, Dean?”

The elder shrugged. “What’s that for?”

“Really? This is not going to go the way you think” Sam shook his head. “Just, don’t hurt her.” With that he turned and left the room, leaving unfinished sandwiches. Dean couldn’t understand what was wrong, why this was a bad thing. He could take her on an amazing date, they could have a great time. Why was it bad that he could do that for her? It was the least he could do. Little did he know Sam was right.

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[themaninflannel]

Orgasms and Cold Pizza (snapshots pt1)

summary: reader met dean senior year of hs Bc she looked out for Sam. She kept in touch with both of them (but more Sam). When Sam goes off to college a sad dean shows up on her doorstep with no warning.

word count: almost 4k wtf

warnings: sad dean, drinking, virgin!reader, smut

A/N: this is part one of a new series im starting that is gonna be snapshots of the reader and deans lives together ~~~~~~~~~~ It may have been two am but I had yet to put down my book, so I was awake when I heard knocking at my front door. I wasn’t going to open it-because hello it was two am- but the knocking kept going so I was just going to tell them off. I opened the door to see a familiar face, and a sad one at that. I blearily rubbed my sleep filled eyes, “Dean?” I’m sure he could hear the confusion in my voice. 

“Sammy left,” He said dejectedly.

Without thinking I reached out for him and pulled him into my arms half expecting him to resist but instead he collapsed on to my shoulders. Releasing him, I nudged the door open a little more and pulled him farther inside. Quietly I led him into the kitchen and handed him a beer. 

“He left us, he left the life,” Dean mumbled.

“Yeah, umm he told me a while ago that he got into Stanford. I kinda figured he might,” I guiltily ran my hands through my hair. 

“He did? He sure as hell didn’t tell dad and me,” he stood up, running his hands over his face.

My legs, working on their own, carried me across the room until I was right in front of him, “Dean. You know he didn’t leave because he wanted to leave you, right?” I said putting my hand on his arm. 

He rolled his eyes, “Yeah,” 

“Hey, I mean it,” My voice was soft but firm. “You’ve always looked out for your brother, he knows that.” I was met with sullen silence. 

After a few minutes of quietly sipping on our drinks he spoke up. “I mean I know this life ain’t easy but college, man!?”

“You know the boy’s always liked school,” I said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. It did not work. “Alright. Are we getting drunk then?”

“Yep,” he said after downing the rest of his beer, “you got anything stronger?”

“Oh do you doubt me, Winchester?” I got up and opened the pantry to show the assortment of liquor bottles.

“Well then,” he raised his eyebrows as I dropped a bottle of whiskey in front of him, keeping the vodka for myself.

Once Dean had made it most of the way through his bottle he seemed more nostalgic than sad, “Do you remember back in high school…” he paused to take another drink, “when you thought Sammy needed to be taken care of?”

“Hey! In my defense he was very small then! And he did get picked on,”

“Ok, fair enough” he raised his hands in defense, “I’m glad you had his back,”

“Yeah well, someone had too since you kept getting in trouble,” It continued on like this for a while until I had deemed it time to cut Dean off and make him go to bed. “Alright come on, I’ll get you settled in my room,”

Just as I was leaving the room I heard a voice behind me, “do you think he’s gonna come back?”

“Honestly? I don’t know, but I know that just because he went off to school doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you,” I said turning back towards him and sitting on the bed.

“Psh. I know dads not the biggest joy in our lives but why can’t he just suck it up?” My heart broke when his voice cracked. Even in the dark I could tell he was tears eyed. 

“He and your dad have always had a tricky relationship,” I commented, scooting closer to him.

“Yeah,” he scoffed, “you should have seen it the night he left,” I could see on his face that it had gotten bad between them that night.

“I never liked your father,”

“He didn’t like you much either,” he admitted.

“Well, I’d imagine not!” It got quiet as we both remembered the first time I had met John Winchester.

Sam had invited me over to study for a history exam, even though I was a senior and he was a freshman we were in the same class. He was slightly embarrassed to tell me that he lived in a motel but that quickly faded once we got to studying. We were almost done when his brother came back. 

“Heya Sammy,”

“Dean! I thought you were supposed to be gone all day?” 

“Eh, got bored,” he dismissed. Flopping down on one of the beds, opening up a magazine. “Dads gonna be pissed you brought her over,”

“What is your problem with me Dean?” I spoke up, I wasn’t gonna let Sam get pushed around like that.

“I don’t care either way, but dad doesn’t like us having people over,” As if on queue an older man opened the door.

“Boys,” He gruffly acknowledged the boys, not noticing me at first, “who’s this?” He gestured to me, his voice making it clear that there was more involved in his question.

“Oh, umm,” Sam stuttered.

“I’m Y/N, I was helping Sam study but we were just finishing up,” I jumped in trying to help the poor boy out.

“Well Y/N, it’s probably about time you were heading out. I have some business to discuss with my boys.”

In class the next day Sam barely looked at me, and Dean-well Dean never paid me much attention anyway. After the bell rang I ran after Sam before Dean could drive off.

“Sam! Wait up dude,” he ignored me until I was close enough to grab his elbow, “Hey, what’s wrong? It’s like you were somewhere else today,”

“Oh, uh, hey Y/N,” he was clearly avoiding the question. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Dean walk up to the car, seemingly hiding his face. 

“Come on Sammy, get in the car,” As he got in the car I caught a glimpse of a purple bruise on his jaw.

“Um sorry, we have to get home before Dad” Sam explained shyly. As they drove away I connected the dots between Dean’s bruise and their fear of their father. Right then and there I decided I was going to protect Sam as much as I could, I doubted Dean would let me but I knew I was gonna try.

“You should probably get some sleep,” Dean’s voice was hoarse, and much closer than I had realized. At some point we had ended up leaning on each other, slumped in the center of the bed. 

“Alright, but I’m not leaving you here to be sad and alone so don’t hog all the covers,” I sleepily shuffled under the blanket, Dean sliding in beside me. He fell asleep almost immediately, but me? I was laying there trying to wrap my brain around this version of Dean, the version thats cocky and tough I’m familiar with but this vulnerable and insecure Dean is a side I hadn’t seen before. Somewhere in the night we had ended up wrapped in each other's limbs, his head on my chest, his arms circling my waist. 

Dean was still asleep when I woke up; I laid there with my hand in his hair, realizing that this was as relaxed as I had been in a long while and I was in no rush to wake him up. We stayed like that until Dean started to stir,

“Morning sleepyhead,”

“Oh uh, mornin’,” he mumbled, rolling away seemingly embarrassed.

“How ya feeling after last night? You downed most of that whiskey,” I teased, poking his shoulder.

“Ha-shut up, I’m fine”

“Well, personally I am severely under-caffeinated so I’m gonna go make coffee,” I said definitively, pushing myself up heading to the kitchen. Dean got up and followed me, pointedly ignoring how we woke up. 

“You wanna coffee?” I asked, reaching up to the cabinet where my favorite mug was.

“Yes, please,” he said emphatically, running his hands over his face to wake himself up a little. 

“Ok, you gotta tell me more about what you and your brother do,” I slid a mug across the island to him, “I mean he told me a little bit about the life, and you’ve filled me in a little, but I’m curious,” 

“Nah, you don’t need to know how fucked up the world actually is,”

“Please. I already know the world is a flaming piece of garbage, you wouldn’t be bursting any bubbles with that realization,” My voice came out more cynical than I meant. 

“You really wanna know? About all the things that go bump in the night? All the monsters who are dying to eat your face?”

“Yeah. If I’m gonna have to live in the world with all that crap then I’d like to at least know what’s what,” I didn’t expect him to actually tell me, but he launched into stories about the creatures that he and Sammy have fought. We talked for hours, me asking questions, him telling stories. By the time he seemed to have run out of stories and he deemed I was sufficiently afraid it was early afternoon.

“Shit, is it already three? I should get on the road soon,”

“Do you have to? You can stay here another night, ya know,” I hoped he would stay.

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna over stay my welcome, I already showed up out of the blue-“

“Dean. You’re staying.” I interrupted, “you can show up any time, I like the company,” 

After convincing him to stay we ordered pizza and settled in for a chill night of movies and beer. 

After we stuffed ourselves with pizza and watched as many shitty comedies as we could handle, we were tipsy and sleepy and I made the executive decision that it was time for us (well, at least me) to crash for the night. After telling Dean he could watch whatever he wanted I headed into my room, put on comfy clothes and got curled up under the covers. A while after, when I was just starting to drift off I heard the door open,

“Hey, Y/N? You still awake?”

“Hmm? Yeah,” my voice was thick with sleep.

“Can I- um can I sleep in here again?” He sounded so timid, not at all like the over confident persona he normally put on.

“Of course, come ‘ere,” I smiled, pulling the blankets down on the other side of the bed. He took his jeans off leaving him only in his boxers and climbed in next to me.

“You sure this is ok?” He asked again before fully relaxing.

“Dude, if I wasn’t chill with it I wouldn’t have said yes. Plus, you slept in here last night anyway,”

“I know, and we ended up the way we did this morning and I just- I wasn’t sure-“ I cut him off by pulling his arm over my side and shushing him. With him as the big spoon I think he had gotten it through his head that I wanted him there. 

“Hey dean?” He grunted in acknowledgment, “You show up here after almost four years, I just- I gotta ask, why here? Why did you come to my door?” He was silent for a long time, I thought he may have fallen asleep.

“Honestly?” I nodded, “I don’t know, you were one of the few people who knew Sammy like I did, and who knew about our lives,” he paused, “I think it just seemed the least complicated place to go.” He finished quietly.

“Fair enough, I’m glad you did though. I worry about you boys,” we fell back into a comfortable silence before he spoke again.

“Ok, my turn to ask something,” I twisted until I was facing him.

“Go for it,”

“Why is it just you living here? Doesn’t it get lonely?”

“Sometimes, but I like having the place to myself,”

“I always liked to think that after Sammy I left, you would have shacked up with some dude and lived the apple pie life,” 

“Oh please. You know that’s not my style,” I scoffed, “and as far as me and dudes there’s never been anyone of importance,”

“Really? No one?” He seemed surprised by this.

“What? Is it so hard to believe?” 

“But why?”

“You’ve met me, you know feeeelings aren’t my thing,”

“Ok but like what about hookup or something, you did go to college right? Isn’t that part of college life?”

“I don’t like doing new things with strangers, it is what it is. I’m not upset about it,” I shrugged.

“Just wouldn’t have pegged you as a virgin,”

“Oh I give off slutty vibes do I?” I teased him.

“No- I just- never mind,” I could practically see him mentally smacking himself in the forehead.

“Good night, Dean,” I rolled back over and he wrapped his arm back around my waist.

The next morning I woke up with Dean still pressed against my back, I don’t know if we moved at all in the night. I just knew that I slept like a rock. And that there was something poking me in the back. It took me a minute to figure out what it was but when it dawned on me I couldn’t help but giggle a little bit.

“Hey, ummm, Dean?” It came out higher than I meant it to.

“Hmm?” He sleepily responded, “oh shit, Y/N I’m sorry, I didn’t mean- it just-it does that sometimes,” He moved away from me covering his face with his hands.

“I didn’t say I was upset about it,” I slowly pulled his hand down until he could see me.

“What…. Y/N..? Huh?” You’d think he was the virgin not me.

“I said, I wasn’t upset. I just thought you should know that your dick-“

“Whoa! Ok, enough,” he cut me off. Turning his body to face me, our faces closer together than before, “are you serious?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” My voice came out thin and whispery, but I leaned towards him anyway. I could almost hear my heartbeat in my ears, but the second that his lips touched mine that was the only thing I could focus on. After a second he pulled back with a questioning look in his eyes, I nodded and he kissed me again. Harder this time, his tongue finding its way into my mouth, my hand to his hair, his hands...everywhere. We stayed like that for a few minutes before he pulled away again, this time taking his whole body a few inches away from mine pulling a needy whine (that I will deny ever happened) out of me.

“Wait...wait, we can’t do this,” he said breathlessly.

“And why the hell not?” 

“You’ve never…your first shouldn’t be me,” 

“Why not. You’re not a stranger and there doesn’t need to be feelings. Checks all my boxes,”

“Oh wow, you sure know how to make a guy feel special,” I rolled my eyes and pulled him so his face was close to mine again.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I want this. You’re not taking advantage or anything like that, ok?” That was all he needed to hear before pushing himself so he was hovering over me, mouth back on mine, hands in my hair. Soon his mouth moved along my jaw and down my neck making sounds come out of my mouth that I didn’t think I could make. I could feel him smirking as he moved back up to my jaw. I could feel his hands start to migrate under my shirt, stopping just below my rib cage. I knew he was waiting for permission before going any farther so I pushed him onto his back before tearing my shirt off and leaning over him so I was on top. 

“No bra?” He questioned his hand automatically going to my boobs, flicking one of my nipples.

“Who sleeps in a bra?” I tried to say it jokingly but his mouth found my other nipple making it turn into a gasp. I tried to get back at him by grinding my hips down on the bulge that was now under me. He made a delicious gasp/moan sound that just made me never want to stop. I slowly shifted myself, kissing my way down his chest, giving attention to each nipple as I passed it, eventually making my way down to his happy trail and the edge of his boxers.

“Ahh…..sweetheart… you don’t-you don’t have to do that. Not... for your first time,” 

“Oh, but what if I want to?” The words came out sugary sweet, just the thought of what was about to happen was enough to dampen my underwear. I looked up at him for permission and he nodded, his eyes closing when I turned my attention back to the waistband of his boxers. He moaned loudly when I placed soft kisses on his fabric covered length before I pulled his shorts down and he kicked them the rest of the way off. Once he was fully exposed I took a second to admire what I saw; the toned muscle of his chest, the soft skin on his stomach, all the way down to his perfectly pink cock standing up out of a bush of dark curls.

“Like what you see?” He teased.

As an answer I leaned back down and licked a stripe from his balls all the way up to his leaking head. I earned a gasp and then a groan when I took the whole head into my mouth hollowing my cheeks and taking in as much of him as I could, one hand coming up to pump the part that I couldn’t fit in my mouth and the other reaching up and playing with his balls. 

“Holy….you shouldn’t be..how do you….” He gave up trying to make coherent  sentences when I took his dick out of my mouth and sucked one of his balls. Once I had given them enough attention I moved back to his shaft, lavishing it in kisses and licks.

“Ok...I’m not gonna…. you gotta stop… if you want this to last…” he brought his hand to my face and pulled me back up so he could kiss me. His other hand came around my hip and flipped us so he was hovering above me with a shiteating grin on his face. It was his turn to tease me, he moved down so his face was right above my belly button. His fingers hooked into the waistband of my sleep shorts pulling them off. As soon as he had me naked he went back to kissing and licking everywhere he could, after some pleading from me he finally moved back between my legs where I needed him most. He licked a stripe between my folds, giving extra attention to my clit. I could feel the knot in my stomach tightening already, my breathing getting faster. He was still swirling his tongue in circles when one of his large fingers pushed into me making me moan and arch my back, pushing impossibly closer to his face. I could feel him smiling as he continued to work his finger in and out of me, eventually adding another curling them upward reaching that one spot that I could never quite reach myself. The knot in my stomach tightened even more, my hips bucking on their own.

“D.. I’m close..”

“Let go baby, I wanna taste it,” that’s all it took for me to cum on his face. Blissed out and breathing heavily I almost missed Dean looking smug wiping my juices off of his chin. 

“We don’t have to keep going…” he said and I think he really would have been totally fine stopping if I asked but I was nowhere near ready to be done.

“Condoms are in the nightstand,” was my bold way of saying I wanted to keep going. I could tell it caught him by surprise but before I could say anything else he had plopped himself on top of me to get to the drawer.

“Eager much?”I laughed as his full body weight was still splayed over me. He rolled his eyes and kissed me again rolling the condom on. I could feel his hard length resting against my stomach as we kissed, all tongues and teeth. We had gotten past the timid part and were both ready for more. He shifted and I could feel the tip hit my sensitive clit making me gasp, his cock slid between my folds and pushed into my entrance, he stopped making sure I was good before he slowly pushed the rest of the way in. Once he was fully seated inside me, his head fell down on my shoulder, his lips moving on my neck. I got impatient and moved my hips making him slip out a little bit, Dean took the hint and started to move. His pelvis hit my clit every thrust and he one of his hands came up and played with my nipple, I was overwhelmed by all the new sensations that I didn’t even realize I was making sounds that I had never made before. With each movement dean hit that spot inside that made my eyes roll back, before long I could feel the knot tightening again. Deans thrusts started to get shaky and uneven,

“I’m not gonna last…” he grunted, his face buried in my neck.

“Me… neither,” my hips bucked and with one more snap of his hips I came undone. That was all it took for him to spill himself into the condom. He collapsed next to me throwing the condom in the trash.

“Well….” I exhaled, breathing heavily.

“Yeahhh…” deans breathing matched my own.

“Soo, I’m not a virgin anymore,”

“No you are not,” He sounded real happy with himself. And honesty, and couldn’t blame him.

“Job well done I’d say,” I reached over to high five him. 

We laid there in exhausted silence for a while before either one of us had enough energy to do anything.

“Well, I am starving and there is cold pizza in the fridge,”I declared as I got out of bed and threw on some comfy clothes. I was halfway through my second piece of cold pizza when dean came trudging out of my room. With my mouth full of pizza I gestured to the open box.

“So…” Dean awkwardly rubbed the back of his head, “you’re really good with what just happened?”

“Why wouldn’t I be? Organs and pizza is a good way to start the day,”

“I don’t know, I mean it was your first time?”

“Oh D, are you worried I’m gonna fall in love with you?” I mocked.

“What no- I just- I was checking on you is all!”

“Ohhh little defensive much? Maybe I should worry about you falling in love with me,” I teased waving pizza in his face. 

When we had finished making fun of each other the topic turned serious.

“So, you gonna head back to your dad today?” I asked.

“Yeah, I should actually head out soon,” he said quietly. We chatted for a while longer before he decided it was time for him to go. He gathered his things and made his way to the door,

“Just one thing before you go,” I stopped him in the doorway, “give your brother a call, ok? He walked out on your father not on you,”

“Yeah, I will. Thanks sweetheart,” he hugged me and then he was gone. It had been four years since I met him in high school and I wondered if I would ever see the green eyed hunter again. I sure hoped I would. 

[missjackil]

My 15x19 Opinion

Inherit The Earth

I’m not going to say this was a great episode overall, but it wasn’t bad, and the ending was beautiful! I almost wish it had been the series finale because I loved the Running on Empty montage and my boys smiling as they ride into the sunset, but Id ikely say the episode itself wasnt sufficiently satisfying as the final episode of the longest running genre show in history, but as a season finale, it was pretty good!

We begin with Dean meeting up with Sam and Jack, and Dean tells them about Cas. Im glad Dean didn’t shed anymore tears or dwell on it, but Im bothered by Sam not showing any emotion. Had Sam been upset, then it would have looked like he valued their friendship even if Cas obviously didn’t, but now it just kinda looks like neither cared much. I feel a little bad for the Sastiel shippers tbh

Now in true Sam Winchester fashion, Sam puts all the blame on himself that the whole world is gone because he “screwed up” and I felt really bad for him, but I know the Winchesters, and they’ll figure it out.

Dean finding the dog was adorable. I always get warm fuzzies when the boys get cute with animals! Big bad lethal hunters get all soft and smooshy for bunnies and doggies and watch funny kitten videos! I liked Dean telling the dog maybe Sam will let him sleep in his bed!

Back at the Bunker, the boys wake up the following morning. Sam and his coffee, sleepless Jack in his PJs and Dean hungover on the floor. Dean wakes up and gets a call, Now I want a show of hands for everyone who did like I did ok?

(Dean’s phone rings and he answers it}

Cas :Dean open the door Im hurt Me: Oh COME ON!! SERIOUSLY? (Dean answers the door) Lucifer: 😆 Me: YAAAY LUCIFER!!

That was me.. admit it, was it you too? I’ve never been happy to see Lucifer till then LOL

So we get the book, theres a new Death (she was funny btw) Michael comes,  Death 3.0 dies, stil no one can read the book, yada yada yada Mike kills Lucifer (seriously? 3 people have killed Lucifer and none of them were SAM!! Grrrrr) 

So Sam and Dean meet up with Chuck, I got a kick out of him asking if they were “enjoyng some alone time?” Chuck doesnt just ship the Wincest, he wrote it *snicker*  Dean pleads to have everything put back to how it was, he says he’ll kill Sam or Sam kill him or they’ll kill each other, whatever but Chuck declines. 

Now we move on to casting the “spell” out by the lake (obviously where they filmed Bravealecki lol) and Chuck comes to end them I have to say,, watching the boys getting pummled was hard, but it really did my soul some good to see them keep getting up get beat down, get back up, and then ultimately, hold each other up 💕💕💕 I loved their beaten faces, smiling through the blood, yeah Chuck, you lost! 

Now, Im glad they didn’t kill Chuck, I didnt think anyone was going to kil him anyway, but I did think he’d be redeemed, instead, they surprize me again and Chuck lives but now is just human. Good call!

Jack being the “New God” is iffy to me if I like it. I’m gad he got a good end, Sam stood by him from day 1 that he was worth saving, and he was. But ruler of the Universe? Ehhhhh not a fan, but at least he does have Amara with him. His goodbye was a little cheesy but Sam looked sad “What if we want to see you?” I mean, he’s letting his only son just go away forever... that hurts.

So the boys are home now, not social distancing AT ALL hehe. and after we salute those lost along the way, Sam and Dean take in the fact that they’re finallly free to be Sam and Dean and they like that. Dean gives Sam the most awesome side hug ever, and Sam makes the cutest face!! Just kil me with brolove please!!

Now the perfect song for their recap montage, Runnin’ on Empty!!  Of course I cried, did you think I wouldn’t?

Overall it was good and I enjoyed watching it a 2nd time already. Im let down some by still not knowing why Sam was in the book, why theyve brought up Sam and Dean being Mike and Lucifer’s vessles every season since 11 and not put closure to it. I mean we dont need a grand puppet show, but something for closure, Mike and Luci asking again and almost winning and thge boys giving a final no? Chuck saying he doesnt even want them as the vessels anyhmore? How about why the Hell he wanted them in the first place? I mean it was a big deal just to get John and Mary together so that Sam and Dean would be born, and Id be fine with it ending when s5 ended, but they brought it back up in 11 and kept reminding us every season after so..... wtf?

Anyway I did like it, even with the issues so on a scale of Bloodlines to Lebanon I’ll give this one an 8.5. 

Next week is it folks and I already miss them. I hope with all my soul the boys end up together, and I hope that TPTB were smart when they had JDM and Sam Smith together last season that they took some time to film a Heavenly Winchester Reunion and have been very tight lipped about it. It would be so easy and so awesome!! I doubt they were that smart so just keep my boys together thats all I ask!! 

If the end sucks I wont even bother with a recap and wont likely be on Tumblr anymore at least for a while, so.. lets pray it doesnt suck!

[psyleedee]

Mother Knows Best (Dean×Castiel).

Words: 500+

Pairing: Dean×Castiel.

by psyleedee.

Mary notices it for the first time in the kitchen. Its only been a few days since she came back from the dead, and honestly, her kids had been pampering her a lot. All three of them.

Dean was making some chicken stew. And well, she didn't know he could cook this good. Her heart mourns her absence like a stranger. How she couldn't be there for them, and how they had to go through literal hell. It's not the kind of thing that would please a mother.

He's standing with his back to her, and Castiel is next to him. Sam's talking to her about something from their childhood, yet Mary's eyes linger on Dean and Cas, and the minuscule gap between them. But then Dean raises his spoon, and blows on it gently. And extremely casually, holds it infront of Cas's mouth. Cas wraps his lips around the spoon and licks it clean before humming and nodding his head.

"Tastes like molecules... and heat."

He states quite matter-of-factly. Dean glances at him and then drops his head.

"Keep forgetting you're an angel."

Dean shakes his head fondly, while Cas just smiles at him, wide and playful. Mary finds herself smiling at the little interaction.

The second time it happens is when they're at a diner after a hunt. Cas and Dean are sitting next to each other, sides pressed together. Mary and Sam are sitting opposite to them, and Dean and Sam are surfing through the menus.

"Hey, check this out Sammy, 'double trouble extra loaded hamburger'. Sounds awesome doesn't it?"

"You sure? Sounds like a platefull of cholesterol to me."

Sam scoffs. Mary watches her boys carefully.

"Oh come on, just say you hate fun and go."

Dean rolls his eyes.

"Dean, I don't know much about human food, but 'double trouble extra loaded hamburger' sounds atrocious."

"You don't get a say in this. You don't even eat food."

Dean reasoned, and Cas levelled him with a narrow glare.

"But I know enough to tell you that you really don't need those much of calories. Besides, when was the last time you even checked your cholesterol? I could check it if you-"

"No!"

"Dean-"

Cas glared at Dean and Dean fixed him back with an equally challenging glare. But it wasn't long before Cas shook his head.

"Fine. Do whatever you want."

Cas shrugged, and folded his hands against his chest. Dean seemed to consider it for a moment before-

"Fine. I'll get one of those rabbit food thingies that Sam eats."

"You mean salad?"

Sam asked sarcastically.

"Yes."

Cas set his hands down on the table next to Dean's, but not before smiling at him victoriously. Dean didn't say anything, but Mary could clearly see the smile he was trying to refrain.

It wasn't exactly a special, romantic moment as such, but there was something about their bickering that just reminded Mary of a married couple.

She smiled to herself, her thoughts now wandering over to John.

The third time it happened was after Castiel had met Dean and Sam after their stay in prison. Mary remembers how fearlessly Cas had killed Billie, and then with the agony of a heartbroken lover, mumbled quietly, 'you mean too much to me'. She knows exactly who it had been targeted towards. None other than Dean. Yet, her son had been off on his own bullshit. Both of them had a point, yet Dean, the dumbass that he was, refused to talk to Castiel.

She remembers texting Dean about it, telling him to forgive Cas, look from his perspective. It had taken a few days, but when she returned home after her hunt, Dean and Cas were back together, the way they were, pressing close when they sat, always within each other's spaces. Sometimes she felt like screaming in their goddamn ears about how much they were in love with each other, but well, there wasn't much she could do.

The fourth time, however, Mary has had it. She's sick of the damn tension and her oblivious son and angel. So she trips Cas when he's approaching Dean, and whoops, there he goes, right in Dean's arms. Their both extremely close now, and Sam and Mary are watching eagerly. Mary sends her younger son a little wink, who smiles back at her wickedly.

"Uh, Cas?"

"Sorry, uh, I tripped-"

"Yeah- you can get off now."

Cas gets off of Dean and thats the last Mary sees of them before she enters the kitchen the next morning. And well, she just accidentally happens to walk in on her son and his angel boyfriend making out. She can't show her excitement though, so when they pull away hurriedly, all she says is-

"Come on now boys, you have your bedrooms for this, all day."

She chuckles at the flustered face of her son and one very blushing angel.

That's right. Mom 1. Kids 0.

But well, who knows, its more of a win-win situation, really.

[xwing-baby]

Psh Soulmates (Part 6)

Pairings/Characters: Lucifer x Reader, Sam and Dean Winchester

Word Count:

Series Summary: Soulmates. You’re meant to love your soulmate, right? But what happens if your soulmate is a human-hating, spiteful archangel?

Part Summary: Talk 

Part 1- Part 2 - Part 3- Part 4 - Part 5

"I can't tell you!" I exclaimed, my voice breaking as I began to cry. "Sure you can. Just open your mouth and talk!" Dean snapped. "You-you have to promise me one thing," "No-" "Sure whatever you want," Sam said, I "Promise you won't kill me for what I say," "I can't-" “Promise!” I cried. 

"Fine," "Sam!" Dean protested.

"Shut up Dean. Let her speak," "H-he has to promise too," "Dean?" "Fine, I promise," 

"So, um, I don't really know why you're friend disappeared like that because of me exactly but, I-" "Just spit it out Y/n," "I'm Lucifer's soulmate," I said quietly, after taking a deep breath.  

"You have to be kidding!” Dean laughed, “Soulmates? Ha!"

"It's true!"

"Yeah right!" "I'm not lying!" "What did you just feel it in your bones when you looked at him?" Dean teased. "No, I just-" "Honey, we know plenty of creatures, and humans too, that happily jump the devil's bones in a heartbeat. Saying you're soulmates doesn't make you special," "An angel told me," I said truthfully. Dean chocked back his laughter and Sam looked confused, stepping closer to me. "An angel?" Sam asked. 

"Yes. Her name was Isabella- according to Lucifer she was a messenger angel. She was using some loony circus performer physic lady as a vessel? I don't know I was really drunk,” I sighed. “She called my name and I followed her up on stage and she told me some what I thought was usual physic bull crap but then this really odd looking guy walked up," "Odd looking," "Not like odd as in odd odd just like he kind of stood out. I'd sure as hell never seen anyone like him around town before. Anyway, the psychic angel lady called him out and tried to get him to come on stage. He didn't want to but she kept nagging him. He came up on stage and just as he was about to say something I threw up," I laughed a little in embarrassment, "right on the physics feet. It was gross. She yelled at us both, rather bitterly saying we were soulmates. I just knew it was true. I'm not saying I love the guy or even like him it's just, I feel content when I'm with him. Like thats whats meant to be. And maybe all the angels knew about me and have been told to stay away? I don't know! I'm new to this!" "So Lucifer told you about everything supernatural-ly in the world?" "A little but... no it doesn't matter," "Spit it out," Dean pressed. "No. That’s all I'm gunna say. That’s all you wanted to know right?" I crossed my arms and pursed my lips, defiance coming from nowhere. "No we wanted to know how the hell you got to New Orleans!" Dean exclaimed, getting in my face. "I don't know!" I shouted back. "Don't lie to us," He growled. "Why would I lie? I have nothing to gain from it. I just want to go home, I have a job and plants to water!" "Where's Lucifer?" Sam asked, getting just as frustrated as his brother now. "I don't know!" I repeated myself. "You're soulmates. You’re meant to be able to locate each other anywhere," "I don't know how it works! I was with him three days before I left to find Crowley I don't know how it works!" "Crowley?" "Oh shit, I didn't-" My stomach dropped as I realised what I’d said, I’d let to much slip. They were definitely going to kill me now! "No, no, no you said you went to find Crowley. Why?" "Thats how you know about possession isn't it?" Dean asked. "Yes..." I sighed in defeat. "I'm sorry for lying but when I heard you were Winchesters I thought you were the ones that wanted to kill Lucifer and freaked out. I don't love the guy but I'm still protective of him, I don't know. I ran. I lied because I didn't want to get killed to," "You realise your Lucifer has killed hundreds of people," "Yes. Obviously I'm aware. He's the fucking devil. I know that," "Then how are you so calm about it?" "I made my peace with it. We agreed to protect each other, nothing more. Nothing less," "I'll believe that when I see it," "That still doesn't answer how you ended up in New Orleans,” —- Things were not going great for Lucifer either, since he’d found Y/n again, got her out of hell and kicked Crowley’s ass in between. He was wounded. Nothing major, more in terms of ego. His soulmate was gone, sent off to who knows where and he couldn’t locate her at all. It was like she’d fallen off the face of the Earth completely. He was disappointed and a little bit worried that his plan of mischief and mayhem would not come into flower now without her. He had everything with her by his side but now he had two options. Option one would be to find her or wait until she reappeared. Not really Lucifer’s style. Or option 2, find someone new to give him his heir and raise hell with that one instead. In Lucifer’s mind this almost made more sense, the mortal was opinionated and rather weak in-comparison to his own heir. But, a new vessel would be needed. Since Y/n had been away Lucifer had experimented. New lifestyle and a new look. He was a god! Well, a rock god. But the Winchester’s were far too quick to catch up, Lucifer’s own mistake really but he’d got caught up in the fun of it. However, his last show was a close call. He needed bigger. He needed better. And who better than the President of the United States of America?

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[limewrites-archive]

I Had to Say It (pt 1)

A/N: So, I wanted to start this off with some angst.

Pairing: Soulless!Sam X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Sadness, idk i think thats it.

Reader is a hunter that had been hunting and knew the Winchesters for a while ever since Bobby introduced her to them. When Sam went to hell, (Y/N) had taken his death hard. But when Sam comes back, she is in disbelief.

PART TWO HERE!!

For a whole year all you thought about was Sam, but only problem was that Sam was in Hell. You had checked in with Dean a few times, but he was with Lisa and not hunting anymore. You felt like it was your job to keep hunting in memory of Sam, knowing he would want whatever thing of the week to be dead as well as people to be safe. Every kill, you liked to think it was for Sam, even though you knew it probably wasn't healthy. You just needed something to get your mind off of Sam being gone, but without the feeling of  him being gone. More like you were working on a case for the boys that they couldn't get to because they are states away, which wasn't really wrong. Dean was states away, and Hell- it was pretty much the next state away. 

You had come back from checking in on Dean again, the two of you chatted every time for a couple of minutes. It was always was him telling you about how Ben was doing in school and anything new and exciting as him being a dad. You recalled him saying, "I hadn't realized kids ask so many damn questions," right after he had told you that Ben asked him, "Why are you buying beer, Dean? Do you know how much candy we could get with that money?" But after the small talk, he would ask if you were still living the life. "Yeah. I just have to since you guys aren't anymore. There's still work to do you know?" He of course, could understand but he'd rather spend the time with Lisa and Ben. Honestly, if you had his opportunity, to be out and only thing that matters is your lover, you'd take it too. But, the person you loved was far away, in Hell. Ever since Bobby had introduced you to the Winchesters, Sam was always your favorite of the two brothers.

He had worn a serious face while working and he seemed just really into getting the job done. At first, you though of him as kept in, much like the other hunters you came across. Once you guys were finished with a job and decided to take a trip to the bar, you saw the other side. The sweet, kind and dorky him as he started talking to you with a beer in his hand. Dean was off at the bar and it was just you two having a drink. He didn't drink much so you knew it was him and not the drinks talking. Anything after that night made you fall more in love with him as you got to see him and talk to him over time. But that ended when he went to the pit. Your heart missed him so much for weeks. You put on a 'everything is fine' mask after a week of seeing no one, not even Bobby and only let yourself cry when you were alone at night.

Finally learning to live with him being gone, learned to cope by hunting, you went back to Bobby's house looking for cases after checking in on Dean. It was a day or two afterwards and there was a knock at the door. Bobby had wanted another round of beers so you were in the kitchen popping them open. You heard footsteps and talking, Bobby had visitors (besides you, and when the boys used to hunt). He never gets visitors unless its important. You exited the kitchen, seeing Lisa and Ben head upstairs. You set down the beers, seeing Dean talking to Bobby and show Lisa and Ben to the spare room upstairs. You made your way back downstairs, but saw Bobby, Dean and someone you thought you'd never see again.

Sam.

"Holy shit.." You were speechless, but Dean did not look happy. None of them said a word. Bobby just sighed, "Meeting time." Meetings with that combination half of the time end bad.

Bobby knew all along. He knew you took it hard the first weeks, even almost a month. You'd stop in once in a while after a couple hunts just to get a good nights sleep on Bobby's sofa. Bobby even caught you tearing up one night in his kitchen drinking a beer. You didn't understand why Bobby kept it from you all this time. You just sat down with, not a beer, but a glass of whiskey in your hand, drinking as Dean and Bobby talked out everything. It eventually lead Dean to say, what you were thinking, "You couldn't put me out of my misery?"

"You were out Dean. And (Y/N)- was finally getting over it," Bobby spoke back to Dean. You took that chance to walk out. You sat on the porch as you hoped they were peacefully handling things. After a minute, the door behind you opened, and you knew it wasn't Dean or Bobby. He sat next to you, sighing. You turned to the side, not wanting to see him even though you wanted to, but not in this situation. Bobby knew, and Sam didn't reach out to you or Dean. There was just the overall feeling of being crushed. "Unbelievable..." was all you managed to say to him. He sighed, not knowing what to say. "It took me months to get at back to normal as possible...and I thought you were gone for good. Kept you out of thought Sam." Lie. "Now you just pop up, hurray! But finding out after a year? Sam- I can't look at you. The whole freaking time..." He put his hand on your shoulder, you moved away from his touch and wiped your tears. There was no way you could be angry with him even if you tried because you were glad he was back. You wished day and night he would come back and here he was, but not when you wanted the most. You couldn't just let the fact that he kept that he was alive for a year from you and Dean.

"Please, look at me, (Y/N) I don't want you to be mad at me," he begged. You finally faced him, eyes puffy and wet. He gave a little smile at you and you just wanted to tell him how you felt the whole time. How you missed him, how you felt for him before he went to hell, every moment he made your heart flutter and do loop-de-loops. You chuckled, wiping your face again to make sure you were no longer crying. "I'm glad you're back Sam," you reached forward and hugged him. He held you for a while, before you pulled back. When you did, he seemed normal. There, no sense of relief, as if you had just told him you were going to going to bed or something small. But maybe it was nothing, you thought to yourself.  Dean came outside, letting Sam know that they needed to head out to hunt a Djinn.

The next chance you got to be alone with Sam, you would tell him. You didn't need him dying on you again without telling him how you felt. Sam was with his relatives or whatever and it was a while before he had came back to Bobby's. You had stayed at Bobby's just to be of service whenever needed to help Bobby with calls, and any other hunter that needed some backup. When Sam did arrive, it was late and Bobby was in the study reading. "Hey, Sam, can we step outside for a moment?", you asked. He said a little 'okay' and you put on a hoodie before stepping out with him. You didn't face him, your breath visible through the cold night air. "So, what's up?" Sam asked.

"It's- It's a little hard for me to say what I'm about to say... When you were in Hell- I cried. I cried Sam- for weeks, and I hoped that it didn't actually happen and I hoped that you would come back. I was worried- more than Dean..." You started as you looked up at him. You shook your head, "There was no way you were going to come back soon, and it hurt me because I never got to tell you something that I always wanted to say to you, Sam." He took a step forward, waiting in silence for you to finish.

"I like you, Sam. Screw it- I love you. And don't you dare say, 'no you don't' because I've seen you at your worst. I wasn't proud of you when you were drinking demon blood- but I didn't hate you for it. I got what you were trying to do. I get the life- and everything that comes with it. "

You took a deep breath, looking up at him. There was no shock, no feeling in his eyes. You scoffed, as he said nothing still. "I knew you didn't feel the same. But I had to tell you. I felt empty when you were gone, knowing I never got to tell you that I loved you knowing I would never see you again. I don't want to go through it again, Sam." You had felt a lump in your throat, tearing up as he just said nothing, looking at you. You pushed him, but he didn't move. "Say something!" you yelled as you tried to pushed him again. You wanted him to say anything, it didn't matter what. "Say you don't feel the same, say that it makes things awkward now- say that you never want to see me again because I'm a pain in your ass. Say anything damn it!" You kicked the wall next to him, frustrated, not angry. You were so frustrated why everything had to be a mystery, why he didn't bother to talk to you for a whole year, why he won't say anything.  You two looked at each other for a moment. You waited, and waited, but eventually you laughed a little bit, wiping another tear and sniffling. "Okay- I get it. Goodnight Sam." You grabbed the keys in your pocket and started to take them out as you walked to your car. "I didn't bother to tell you because Bobby told me how hard you were taking it. And coming back right after, didn't seem like the right time to tell you since you thought I was gone for good. I can't really explain what I've been feeling since I've came back, but I've been focused on the job. And that's why I can't answer, because of that feeling," he stood on the porch.

You stopped in your tracks, looking down, shaking your head slightly, "Call me when you have any answer, Bobby has my number." And you drove off.

PART TWO COMING SOON   

[the--blackdahlia]

This Life Chapter 16

Title: This Life Chapter 16

Summary:  Dean Winchester is the Vice President of the motorcycle club The Hunters. After almost 7 years in prison, he's free. But things have changed and Dean has to figure out how to put things back together.

Warnings: Language, mentions of drug use, this chapter is pretty sad

AN: Thank you to the lovely @sams-serialkiller-fetish .  The song for this chapter is Come Join the Murder by The White Buffalo & The Forest Rangers

Sam was curled up in the passenger seat of Baby as Dean drove them back to Wolfpine. He had his arm cradled against him and his eyes were closed. Dean kept casting glances over at him. The kid had worked himself up the minute Ellen stepped out of the truck and asked where Benny was. Jim had forced him to take a couple pills from the med kit that Bobby kept in the truck and before Dean knew it, his not so little, little brother was snoring softly beside him in the Impala.

Dean was exhausted. He couldn’t wait to get back to Wolfpine and collapse onto his bed. And he had the pull out couch for Sam to sleep on for the night. Unless he decided that they needed to spend the night in John’s old house. But Dean didn’t think it was a very good idea. Plus, they had the Wayward Sons following them to Wolfpine to think of a plan in case the remaining Horsemen decided to retaliate for Azazel’s death.

Bobby had called in some favors with a couple sheriff’s who owed him a thing or two. Benny’s body would be returned home, and the bodies of Azazel and the henchmen would be dealt with. Jody assured Bobby of that. Bobby could focus then on putting Benny to rest. His dad was currently drinking his way through Atlantic City, and his mom was on her honeymoon with her new husband in Europe. Bobby doubted that either would be there to say goodbye to their son.

And then there was Sam. That kid had been through more trauma in the past year than any of them had. He had watched as a fire destroyed everything, he watched his dad shot in the chest and was left for dead, and then he was chained up to watch as a man who was like a brother to him was shot in the head and killed. Bobby didn’t know about what Azazel had told Sam, and neither did Dean. Bobby didn’t know about Sam’s downward spiral into depression that John managed to pull him out of. Dean was afraid it was going to happen again.

“Sammy.” Dean said gently when he parked Baby in Winchester-Singer’s lot. Sam groaned and slowly opened his eyes. “Hey, we’re at the garage. I thought we could stay here tonight then head to my place tomorrow.”

“Okay.” Sam said softly, opening the door and slowly getting out, stretching his long legs as he did. He had been asleep when they stopped in New Mexico. He didn’t even remember Dean making him get out of the car to use the bathroom and forced him to eat a little something that the medicine in him wouldn’t screw him up too much.

“How’s your arm?” Dean asked, coming around to look at Sam.

“It’s fine.” He whispered, but he was holding it close to him. Dean was sure that it was probably hurting. He followed Sam to the building. He could hear the others pulling in. But Dean knew that Sam needed time away from all of them. Hell, he needed time away from all of them. So they made their way through everything to the room that Dean used to sleep in when he just couldn’t handle being around John, until he got the apartment that was. It wasn’t much. A large bed mainly. But that’s all they really needed. They needed sleep.

“Let me look at that.” Dean said when he closed the door behind him. Sam held out his arm for Dean to check it out. He knew basic first aid. And he knew how to change bandages. He was going to make sure that they were always clean and taken care of. “It looks fine. It should heal nicely.”

“Thanks.” Sam sighed and set down on the bed. “You want the bed?”

“I think there’s enough room we could share.” Dean laughed. “And I’ll even keep my boxers on.”

“God, you’re ridiculous.” Sam said, kicking off his boots and laying back on one side of the bed. Dean kicked off his own shoes and his vest was next. He tossed himself down on the bed.

“God, this thing stinks.” He shook his head, not wanting to know what had been done on this bed. “I’m replacing it once everything is done and over with.” Sam didn’t answer. Dean looked over to find Sam fast asleep. He couldn’t help but smile. “G’night bitch.” He said, turning over and falling to sleep himself.

****

The next morning, there were not alarm clocks. Everyone slept in as much as they could, just enjoying their moments of peace. They knew that war was on the horizon, especially once the other princes found Azazel. They also knew that they were going to have to bury Benny. Bobby had tried over and over again to get a hold of either of his parents, but nothing.

Sheriff Mills came by in the afternoon. Dean was out in the garage, trying to focus on a car to keep his mind off of everything. The Wayward Sons were staying at John’s old home for the night. Bobby had never sold it, figuring that Sam might want it during the summers or something. Or that Dean would get tired of that apartment and want a change. Lucifer, Andy, Gabriel, Ruby, and Meg were all there, waiting for the other shoe to drop and war to break out.

“Dean Winchester.” Jody said, walking up to him. Dean smiled some.

“Hey Jody.” Dean said, wiping his hands on a shop rag. She could tell that his smile wasn’t reaching his eyes though and she immediately hugged him. She might have been on the Hunters payroll, but she was also a friend. That’s what made it a little easier to look the other one every once in awhile.

“Benjamin Lafitte has been released to the North Star Hospital Center.” Jody explained to Dean. “So you guys can arrange…” Dean nodded.

“Thanks Jody. We really owe you.” Dean said. Jody looked up then and smiled some as Sam came out into the garage, favoring his arm.

“Sam.” She hugged him, careful to miss his arm. “Welcome home.”

“Thanks Jody.” Sam said softly. “Hey Dean, have you seen Jim?”

“No, not yet. Your arm hurting?” Dean asked. Sam nodded. Dean was about to say something when some new bikes pulled into the lot. Jody was a little on edge. “It’s ok Jody, they’re friends.” Dean said. Andy took his helmet off and looked over at Sam and Dean.

“You okay?” He asked, walking past Jody.

“I’m fine.” Sam sighed. Jody took this time to size up the Wayward Sons. Andy seemed okay. Meg and Ruby weren’t too bad. Gabriel looked a little rough around the edges. Lucifer was fucking scary.

“I could score you some Demon Blood man.” Lucifer said. “It’ll stop all the pain.”

“Yeah, and it’ll stop him from being a functioning human being.” Ruby hissed. “Don’t even bring that shit around here.”

“Demon Blood?” Dean asked. “What the fuck is that?”

“Street drug and nasty.” Jody told him. “I just had to interview a couple of girls who had been slipped it in their drinks.” Dean watched Ruby awkwardly rubbed her arm as Jody spoke. “Moderation shouldn’t cause any life altering effects. But too much and overdoses can really fuck you up.”

“Can we change the subject?” Sam asked. “I don’t need Demon Blood. Just some low grade, over the counter painkillers and I’ll be good.”

“What happened anyway?” Jody asked.

“I got shot.” Sam said dismissively before he headed to where Ellen and Jo were to see if they had anything.

“Well, I guess you guys have things to attend to.” Jody said. “Let me know when the funeral is. I’d love to pay my respects.” She patted Dean’s arm and offered a small smile. “And tell Bobby to give me a call.” She left then. Dean went to go make the arrangements to have Benny buried. He didn’t want him to lay there and rot because his parents couldn’t give a shit about him. He also needed to research whatever this Demon Blood shit was.

“She was addicted to it.” Andy said to Dean, startling him some. “Ruby was. She was kicked out of her home, lost her job, everything. All she wanted was more of it. But she pulled herself out and is very anti Demon Blood.”

“Why is it called that?” Dean asked.

“No matter what form it’s in, it’s a deep red. It looks like blood. And it causes the user to hallucinate. A very common side effect is they believe they have powers.” Andy looked over at Lucifer, who was talking with Meg and Gabriel. “Lucifer OD’ed on it. That’s why he’s insane.”

“That did that to him?” Dean asked.

“Gabriel said he had a slight mental illness anyway. And he got hooked on Demon Blood. And he just took more and more until his body couldn’t take it anymore.” Andy explained. “Sam got lucky. He took it once and it made him sick and he promised to never take it again.” Andy realized as soon as the words left his mouth, he shouldn’t have said them.

“Wait...what did you say?” Dean asked.

“Nothing.” Andy shook his head.

“Sam took this drug?” Dean asked. Andy sighed.

“Once, as a moment of weakness. Right after Jess died. But he got so sick that the benefits were overshadowed. And he promised all of us and God himself that he would never do it again.” Andy could see the anger bubbling away under Dean’s skin. What else had Sam neglected to tell him? Instead, Dean stormed off, leaving Andy there. He went to find Bobby so they could get ready to bury Benny.

****

The funeral home was quick to have things set up. So it was the next day and they were ready. Benny was prepped and placed in a closed casket. It was sunny and warm. Every trope in movies said it was supposed to rain. So it couldn’t really be a funeral.

It was a graveside service. The funeral home did bring Benny to the cemetery via hearse, and the Hunters and Wayward Sons were the pallbearers. While the Wayward Sons had only known Benny a couple of days, they felt obligated to stand there by the Hunters. Ellen and Jo sobbed. Especially Ellen. She had watched Benny grow up from a chubby toddler to a man.

Sam was one of the first to leave when the ceremony was over. He had to get away. He needed air. So he stormed off, running away to a club of trees where he could sit and be alone. But he wasn’t, because Dean was right behind him.

“Sammy…” Dean said. “We got revenge for Benny and for dad.”

“You think that Azazel planned this all on his own?” Sam asked. Dean was about to speak up. “There are three more princes out there, plus their fucking henchmen. Dean, we have to stop them all.”

“And we will in due time.” Dean said. “We just buried Benny.”

“They won’t care.” Sam told him. “And if what Azazel said is true…”

“What? What did he say to you?” Dean asked.

“He told me that he slept with mom when her and dad were separated and that I have a good chance of being his kid.” Sam told Dean. “I don’t believe but…”

“Dad told me about that.” Dean said. “You’re not Azazel’s son. Even if you were, it didn’t change anything. Dad loved you so much.”

“But…”

“No buts Sammy. You’re a Winchester, that’s all there is to it. You ain’t getting out of this family that easy.” He smirked at Sam, who rolled his eyes. “Come on. I think a trip up to Austin for a burger is in order. My treat.”

“Can we take Baby?” Sam asked.

“Of course. Probably hard to steer your bike with that arm anyway.” They headed back to the others. They had gotten a ride with Bobby. Dean didn’t mention anything about what Andy had told him about Demon Blood. He just wasn’t in the mood to fight with Sam. He got his brother back and he wanted to keep it that way. He didn’t want to push him away.

And a trip to Austin really could do them both a lot of good.

****

Aguila, Arizona

Azazel’s body laid on a table as Asmodeus, Alastair, Ramiel, Lilith, Abbadon, and Dagon stood around. It had been chaos when the princes had came back from a run to Mexico and found their fourth dead on the ground. This just stunk of Hunters. Alastair was sure of it.

“They’re all dead.” Asmodeus finally said. “The Hunters have to be exterminated.”

“What do we do?” Ramiel asked.

“We slaughter them like the pigs they are.” Lilith hissed. She held Azazel’s favorite pistol in her hands. “I want to kill at least one of them.”

“Lil, just breathe.” Abbadon said. She looked at the others.

“Actually, I think it would be a fantastic idea to include the girls.” Alastair said. “They have a moral code. They’re not going to willingly shoot women. And they don’t have women in their group. It would be the perfect distraction.”

“Then let’s get ready.” Asmodeus announced. “I want the Hunters dead by the end of the week.”

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The thought of Dean stumbling around drunk in the streets (or worse, driving home in that condition) makes me so sad. I mean the whole scenario does; he's 40, so drunk he can't get to the bed, found passed out with a bra wrapped around him and a whiskey bottle. I mean yeesh:-(

Yeah... we know the Clam Diver was “just outside” the town, which implies driving distance and not drunken stumbling distance. If Dean was so drunk that he couldn’t even make himself land on the bed and looked like he was lucky he managed to hit the floor... I mean, he got one shoe off and used it as a pillow.

If he was really that drunk, the bar wouldn’t have let him drive home. They would’ve called him a cab. Not to mention, aside from his tie headband and his shoe pillow, the rest of him looked relatively well put together (buttons buttoned neatly, coat on properly, etc.).

And did he really walk around the rest of the night wearing a pretty pink bra around his neck? Did he wear it to the liquor store where he bought that bottle? Did he wear it walking through the hotel? Because he was too drunk to care about his appearance in a town where he was pretending to be an FBI agent for a case where one boy was missing and another had been rendered mute by his experience?

And if Dean was really so drunk that he didn’t care about any of that, how did he end up in that spot on the floor without waking Sam up? Opening the door in the middle of the night, so drunk that he could barely stand up (and couldn’t even make it to the bed), and yet not so drunk that his stumbling and fumbling woke Sam up? 

(here’s the embiggened version)

He was apparently messing with the TV remote as well? How? I mean... how did none of this apparent fumbling around the room not wake Sam up?

It’s like Dean was just tired of Sam pushing at him to just be “okay” again. Because Sam wasn’t really pushing Dean to be okay, he was pushing Dean to perform a specific version of Dean. Not because it would make Dean feel better, but because it would make Sam feel better about how Dean is coping.

Dean: I'm fine.Sam: Look, you're not, Dean. You said you don't believe in anything, and -- and that's not true, that's not you. You do believe in things, you believe in people. That's who you are, that's what you do. I know you're in a dark place and I just want to help.Dean: Okay. Look, I've been down this road before and I fought my way back, I will fight my way back again.Sam: How?Dean: Same way I always do: bullets, bacon, and booze. A lot of booze.

That’s what Sam needed Dean to be, to perform for him. To believe in something again, because yeah, Dean believes in people. He said it in 12.23:

DEAN: Yeah. You know, Cas has faith in this kid.SAM: Mm.DEAN: I hope he's right. But me? I have faith in us. You, me, Mom, Cas. And Crowley. Sometimes.

But within an hour of that, 3/5 of the people Dean believed in were gone. And Sam’s now insisting that Dean just magically be okay with that, just let that go and just transfer all of that belief over to Jack, who Dean directly blames for the loss of the 3/5 people he believed in... 

And now that giving Dean the “mission” to help teach Jack (with the hope that Jack might eventually be able to open the rift to fetch Mary again) has failed to help snap Dean out of his funk, Sam is desperate to at least get Dean performing the motions that used to signal his unhealthy coping skills.

Heartily pushing a beer on Dean at breakfast when he just wanted a sandwich, tolerating his music instead of complaining about it, ordering him food he’d normally complain about Dean eating, reading online reviews of a strip club to recommend it to Dean when he typically avoids strip clubs himself, buying Dean hair of the dog. It’s annoying to Dean, but after his display in the motel room, when Sam hands him that bottle, he forgives Sam.

What does he forgive him for? For pushing him to just be okay when he just wanted to be left to grieve in his own way.

Notice Sam doesn’t push him again after that.

Notice also that Dean never drank either breakfast beer.

Sam: You okay?Dean: No. Sam I'm not okay, I'm pretty far from okay. You know my whole life, I always believed that what we do was important. No matter what the cost, no matter who we lost. Whether it was Dad or Bobby or... and I would take the hit. But I kept on fighting because I believed that we were making the world a better place. And now Mom and Cas and I -- I don't know. I don't know.Sam: So you don't believe anymore.Dean: I just need a win. I just need a damn win.

Exactly the mental state Dean had diagnosed Cas with in 12.19. In the past, he’d still had Sam to believe in, the two of them against the world. Just fighting for Sam isn’t enough for him anymore. Something is different this time, and Dean doesn’t feel like he should have to perform the emotional labor to keep up a false front of coping for Sam anymore.

Like twig!Tasha told him in 12.20:

TASHA: Yeah. Family's always complicated. Parents always see smart and strong and perfect. It's only when you grow up that you realize that they're just people.

Sam is finally seeing that Dean is just a person. Not that Sam had ever had illusions about Dean being perfect or whatever, but that act of always believing they could push through anything and come out the other side again isn’t the truth, and has never fully been the truth.

Heck, I’m watching 1.09 in the background while I write this up. And it wasn’t even the truth way back then... Dean kept up the “everything will be fine” act in front of Sam, essentially hid out behind a gas station and made his emotionally charged plea to John for help in the scene we’ve been paralleling to his prayer to God in 13.01. 

In 2.04, Sam confronted Dean yet again on how badly he was handling John’s death, after the case they stumbled over while Sam visited Mary’s grave. I mean, THEEEEEMES. Dabb is pulling all of these themes from early seasons, and standing them all on their heads. Because in 2.05, after Dean had spent weeks putting up a front for Sam, the truth is forced out of him by psychic manipulation:

Dean: We hunt demons.Andy: What?Sam: Dean!Dean: Demons and spirits. Things your worst nightmares wouldn't even touch. Sam here, he's my brother...Sam: Dean, shut up!Dean: I'm trying. He's psychic. Kind of like you. Well, not really like you, but see, he thinks you're a murderer, and he's afraid that he's going to become one himself, 'cause you're all part of something that's terrible. And, I hope to hell that he's wrong, but I'm starting to get a little scared that he might be right.

Dean had buried all of this and kept it from Sam, much the same way Sam had buried some things that were pushed out in the open by another psychic manipulation (by a creepy ghost of a psychiatrist at an asylum, conveniently enough)... in 1.10:

Sam: That's the difference between you and me. I have a mind of my own. I'm not pathetic, like you.Dean: So what are you gonna do, huh? Are you gonna kill me?Sam: You know what, I am sick of doing what you tell me to do. We're no closer to finding Dad today than we were six months ago.Dean: Well, then here. Let me make it easier for you. Come on. Take it. Real bullets are gonna work a hell of a lot better than rock salt. Take it!! You hate me that much? You think you could kill your own brother? Then go ahead. Pull the trigger. Do it!

Sam did it. But just like Dean brushing off the confessions Andy pulled out of him after the fact because it had been coercion, Sam brushed off what he’d said in that asylum, too.

Now in s13, Sam is asking-- nay, begging-- Dean to just brush this off again, to fake it ‘til he makes it, and Dean is saying no.

It’s honestly the healthiest damn way they’ve ever reacted in a situation like this.

I have no idea how I turned this ask into actual meta, but here you go.

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All Hell Breaks Loose Part One- Part 2

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,091

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, language, angst, minor character death, blood, you know the usual

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“Sam, please tell me you’ve read about that kind of demon before because I haven’t.” You said, stopping when everyone was outside.

“I think that was an Acheri which is a demon that disguises itself as a little girl. However, that doesn’t tell us where we are,” Sam said, looking at everyone. You looked at Andy who wasn’t paying attention.

“Andy, you with us?” You asked.

“Yeah, just wait a second… I’m still working over the fact that demons are real.” He said with a huff. You nodded and Sam took the lead as he walked through the town.

“Sam, why don’t we just leave? I’m sure there’s a road that is kind of near us somewhere.” You said, walking a little in front of him.

“I knew it was a good thing we didn’t kill you,” Jake said with a smile. You rolled your eyes but kept your mouth shut. “I like her idea.”

“That demon might come back. Plus, how can we leave when we don’t know where we are?” Sam said, stopping in front of an old bell tower. On top, a rusty bell was hanging by a wooden structure.

“That’s an old bell.” You said, noticing just how much rust was on there.

“I’ve seen that bell before. I think I know where we are: Cold Oak, South Dakota. It’s a town that was so haunted, every single person fled.” Sam said, looking at everyone.

“Swell. Good to know we’re somewhere so historical.” Ava said, sarcastically.

“Why in the world would that demon or whatever put us here?” Lily asked.

“I’m wondering the same thing.” Sam muttered.

“You know what? It doesn’t matter. Clearly, the only sane thing to do here is get the hell out of Dodge.” Lily said, scoffing.

“Wait, hold on. Lily, the only way out is through miles of woods. Plus, we don’t know if that demon will come back or if there is more of them.” Sam tried to reason with her but she wasn’t having any of it.

“He’s right, Lily, we should stick together.” Jake started to say but Lily interrupted him.

“Don’t say “we”! I’m not part of “we”. I have nothing in common with any of you.” Lily said, backing up a little from the group.

“Okay, look, now I know…”

“No, you don’t know! I accidentally touched my girlfriend.” Lily said, getting emotional. You frowned and bit your lip, feeling bad for her.

“I’m sorry.” You said, breaking the silence, making her look at you.

“Whatever. I feel like I’m in a nightmare, and it just keeps getting worse and worse.”

“And you don’t think we aren’t in one as well? I watched the life go out in my own mother’s eyes because of me. Because I was supposed to be dead instead of her. How do you think I felt? So, don’t think for one second, your life could be worse than ours when you know nothing about me or Sam or even Ava, Jake or Andy. Because you don’t. Now, the best thing is sticking together. Do I make myself clear?” You said, glaring at her. She stared at you, trying to figure out if you were joking but when she decided, she sighed.

“Fine.” She said, crossing her arms. You nodded and walked ahead of the group, the rest of them following you.

“So, in the meantime, we are looking for iron, silver, salt, or any kind of weapon.” Sam instructed.

“Salt is a weapon?” Jake asked.

“Yeah, it is with demons.” You said, making him look at you.

“Well, let’s hope food is a weapon because I am starving.” Andy said. You chuckled but didn’t say anything as you walked into a building to start looking for things. You thought it would be best to start with the building that looked like a café or a diner since salt would hopefully be in here.

You’ve been searching for a while now, partnering up with Sam and Ava since you didn’t trust any of the other people.

“You really think Dean is okay?” Sam asked you.

“I hope. I can’t even imagine what he’s thinking right now or where he is or who he’s with.” You said with a sigh, seeing a knife on the ground. You bent down and picked it up, examining it. You handed it to Sam and he took it, wiping off the dust. You looked over at Ava and frowned when she seemed to be in pain.

“Ava? You alright?” At the mention of her name, Sam looked over at her in confusion.

“Yeah, I don’t know, just a little dizzy.” She said, rubbing the sides of her head.

“Are you sure it’s not some kind of vision?” Sam asked.

“No, it’s more like I would kill for a sandwich right now. I can’t remember the last time I’ve eaten. Don’t worry about me. I’m fine.” She said with a sigh.

“You guys!” You heard Andy say from outside. “I found something!” You, Ava and Sam rushed outside where Andy and Jake stood. Andy smiled as he held up two bags.

“Salt!” He said with a smile.

“That’s great, Andy. Now we can all… Wait, where’s Lily?” Sam asked, noticing the group had one less person.

“Lily?” Ava called out.

“Lily!!” You yelled but no response was given. It was dead silent but then, out of nowhere, you heard the giggle of a little girl come from nearby. You didn’t want to know what happened but you had to and so the group followed the noise to the old bell.

You gasped in shock when you saw Lily there, hanging by a noose from the bell.

“Oh, my God! Okay, that’s officially— Sam, she’s dead! She’s dead! You said we were chosen for a reason. That is not chosen! That’s killed! Okay, we have to get out of here.” Ava said, freaking out.

“No, Ava, we can’t. She wanted to leave but she was killed for it. I don’t think there are multiple demons here. I think it’s just the one and it’s not going to let us leave.” You said, looking at Sam since he always knew what to do.

“Alright, it’s trying to attack us so we need to gear up for the next attack.” Sam said.

“Gear up? I’m not a solider, I can’t do that.” Ava said, her eyes wide.

“Well, you are now. You kind of don’t have a choice unless you want to die. You see, Sam and I have been doing this all of our lives so it’s best to listen to us.” You said to her, earning a grunt.

“I’ll get her down.” Jake said, already on the job.

“I wish I could call Dean. He’d know what to do.” You said, biting your lip. You got tears at the thought of him scared and alone.

“Wait just a second,” Andy said, realizing something. “I’ve never tried it long-distance before, but do you have anything of Dean’s on you? Like, something he touched?” You looked at Sam and he shook his head. You bit your lip and took off the flannel you were wearing.

“This is his shirt.” You handed the shirt to Andy and he did this thing. He closed his eyes and concentrated really hard, clutching the shirt tightly. He handed it back to you and you immediately put it on, missing the warmth it gave.

“Did it work?” You asked.

“It should have.” Andy said with a shrug.

“Well, then I guess all we can do right now is get ready for the next attack.” You said, noticing that Jake came back to the group.

“So, what else do we need?” Andy asked.

“Iron would be great. I saw some barn have iron bars on machines. That will work.” You said with a shrug, looking at Sam.

“Alright, I’m going to go with Jake and get those bars. Y/N, why don’t you go with Ava and Andy to salt some of those houses.” Sam suggested.

“No, Sam, I’m going with you.” You said, leaving no discussion. He sighed and he nodded, taking you and Jake with him to the barn while Ava and Andy left to the houses. You walked inside the barn and sighed when you saw how much harder it would be to get the bars off.

But that was no problem for Jake since he strolled past you and to the machine, ripping off the iron rods with his bare hands. You and Sam stared at him, stunned.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m not Superman or anything. It’s no big deal.” Jake said, shrugging it off.

“Not a big deal? You just ripped that thing off with your bare hands.” You said, lightly scoffing.

“Well, it started when I was in Afghanistan. You know, the headaches were always common but then the accident happened. A guy flipped his vehicle and got pinned underneath. I just lifted the damn thing off him like it weighed nothing. I had no idea what was going on but everyone said it was just my adrenaline.”

“I’m guessing there is more to the story?” You said, taking the rods from him.

“Yeah, I bench-pressed 800 pounds, stone cold calm. I never told anyone, of course.” Jake chuckled.

“Wow. Overwhelming.” You said with a nod. You realized now that he could have killed you if he squeezed hard enough on your throat.

“Listen, I’m sorry about earlier. I was scared and when a demon tells you to do something, you do it. I don’t want to kill you. You seem pretty nice.” Jake apologized. You bit your lip, sensing something off with him but you needed to work together and being suspicious won’t help that.

“I appreciate it.” You said with small smile.

“And look, I appreciate what you and Sam are doing.”

“What are we doing?” You asked.

“Keeping calm. Keeping them calm. Especially considering how freaked to hell you two really are. I’ve been in some deep crap before myself. I know the look.”

“We’ve been doing it a long time so keeping calm is kind of our façade that we manage to uphold.” You said with a dry chuckle. Sam didn’t say anything else and he sighed, gathering the rest of the weapons Jake managed to break off the machines.

You two left the barn and walked to the house that Ava and Andy would be setting up. It was getting pretty dark out and you needed your sleep or else you wouldn’t be able to do your job properly. After lining the areas with salt, everyone sat on something remotely comfortable. Sam was the first one to be out like a light.

“You know, Ava, I don’t know if Sam told you this but there is something you should know about your fiancé.” You said to her, whispering so that you didn’t wake Sam.

“What is it? Is he okay?” She asked, worried for him.

“When we went back to your house to look for you, um, he didn’t make it. I’m sorry.” You said with a sigh. She started crying, upset over the news. She didn’t say anything but went to bed, crying herself to sleep.

You sighed and laid on your makeshift bed, deciding it would be best if you got some sleep like the rest.

“Wakey wakey.” You heard a voice call out. You groaned, opening your eyes a bit. It couldn’t have been morning already, you just went to sleep. When you caught the figure who was calling you, your eyes widened and you scrambled to get up.

“Sam!” You yelled, looking over at am who was still sleeping. You frowned and looked back at the yellow-eyed demon.

“He can’t hear you.” He said with a chuckle.

“What the fuck do you want? Here to kill me, again? Because look how well that turned out for you last time.” You said with an eye roll.

“You know, I could and that would be fun but I don’t have to. One of these other people will, when I’m done with them. You see, only one of you are getting out of this town and it isn’t going to be you.” He said with a sick grin.

“I’m going to fucking kill you.” You growled.

“Yeah, I would love to see you try when you wake up.” He chuckled, taking a seat on an empty table.

“Get out of my head.” You said with a glare.

“See you in hell.” He said with a grin.

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All In Your Head - Part Four

A/N: I hate building up story lines, i just want to skip ahead to all the angst and the draaaamaaaaaaa. tbh I'm not that happy with this part :/

Pairings: Sam x Dean x Reader!Sister

Word Count: 1,800

Masterlist

Flashbacks are in italics

PS i tried to tag some people and it wouldn’t let me??? Some body help a girl out???? whys that???

“It was a few years ago, i was stuck in the cage again. And after what happened last time, y/n, she took my spot with him” Sam started to sob “In there”

“Oh Sammy, I'm sorry you have that weight on your shoulders”

Sam lifted his head up “W-what?”

“I'm sorry, she put you through that”

His brows furrowed “She didn’t put me through anything, she saved me”

“Well, im sorry thats the only way you see that situation” Standing up, Mary made her way towards the door

“Where are you going?”

“Clearly i'm not welcomed here, I just keep butting heads with you and Dean. You guys aren’t my little boys anymore”

“You keep butting heads with us because you have a problem with y/n, you know nothing about what we’ve gone through all these years, of course we're not your little boys anymore, but we're still your kids”

“She’s not my kid”

++

“y/n, y/n, y/n” 

Your eyes remained shut you couldn’t see anything but you could feel everything.

“I'm going to bring you back”

His voice was getting louder, and what scared you was it wasn’t Sam or Dean’s voice.

“You know you were my favourite toy, but shhh don’t tell your brothers they might get jealous”

Everything felt scattered, your thoughts were moving a mile a minute.

“Open your eyes y/n, you’re home”

Shaking your head, you brought your knees to your chest, baking up further in the corner.

“Oh, y/n when will you realise, you will be back. Just your choice if you want to be brought back in one piece or in pieces”

++

You felt like you were on fire, but you couldn’t scream. You body was aching, but you felt yourself relax when you couldn’t hear his voice anymore instead you could hear Dean’s.

“y/n”

You peeled your eyes open, moving your head to look over at Dean “Dee”

His eyes shot open they were bloodshot, and puffy. You couldn’t help but feeling guilty again for what you were putting them through, you were nothing but trouble for them.

“He has me” You sobbed out

“Oh sweetheart, you're safe, i won't let anything happen to you, I promise.”

Pushing yourself up you had no idea what came over you, you wanted out of this room scared that at any second the walls would start caving in and you would be sucked back down there with Lucifer “You can’t keep protecting me Dean”

Dean grabbed your arm trying to push you back down as lightly as he could, his voice soft “Hey you need to lay down and get some rest”

Your body was throbbing in pain, but you pushed through it, lifting your legs you swung them over the edge “I can’t Dean” You were exhausted, but you needed to do research, you need to figure out if this could be prevented or if this was your destiny because if it was then you weren’t going to put your brothers through a fight that wasn’t worth fighting.

++

You were in seated in the back seat of the impala, in your usual spot. You eyes couldn’t help but keep glances towards Dean. His jaw clenched, he was trying to keep a hard exterior on, but you could see it in his eyes, the pain. His knuckles going white from gripping the steering wheel to hard.

“There’s a motel just off this turn” Sam pointed to the left, breaking the silence. His voice small, trying not to say the wrong thing and push Dean over the edge. Dean grunted, nodding before making a sharp turn last minute causing you to bash your head against the window.

Sam’s head whipped around as Dean pulled into a parking spot “Are you okay!?”

Lifting your hand to your head, you could feel blood “Yeah, Sammy i'm okay” You gave him a small smile.

Dean was already out of the car, slamming his door shut you winced at the loud sound, “Come on, ill check your head out in the room”

You nodded in response, truth was your head hurt like a bitch, you didn’t tell the boys how hard you really hit your head back at the warehouse trying to save Ben. Has Sam got out, you stayed a few seconds longer trying to compose yourself “You’re not going to cry” You mumbled before stepping out, just in time to see Dean coming back from the office with the room key.

“One room, two doubles. You're on the couch” Dean stated, gesturing to you. Nodding you grabbed your bags from the trunk.

Making your way into the room, Sam already had the first aid kit out. “Come” he turned to you, patting the small counter, you slid on. Wincing as Sam moved your hair out of the cut. Your eyes moved to glance at Dean a blank stare on his face. You couldn’t imagine what he was going through, after what happened tonight you weren’t sure just how long he was going to hold this with him, he would try to brush it off in a few days but he would take it out on a hunt being reckless, or he would drink himself into a coma.

You never had anyone but the boys, while at some point or another they had separate, normal lives without you, you could feel a burning in the pit of your stomach even just trying to imagine what it felt like having the memories of the only woman you ever loved erased.

Your train of thought was gone has you felt a burning pain in your head “Ow! What the hell Sammy”

“Sorry” He mumbled “This cuts really deep, did you hit your head early?”

You nodded, “why didn’t you say anything? You could have a concussion!” He scolded you.

“Because i'm fine Sam, just drop it” Sighing he nodded his head “Fine but don’t get mad at me if i  watch you like a hawk”

Rolling your eyes, you jumped down “Yes Mom”

He let out a small laugh, making his way to the washroom. Leaving Dean and you in a awkward silence. Biting your nails, a habit you encountered over the years. Sighing you're made your way to the edge of the bed, sitting beside Dean. You opened your mouth to speak but nothing ever coming out, you didn’t know what to say.

“Y/n”

Your lifted your head so fast, the throbbing pain in it coming back but you pushed through it when you seen the tears streaming down Dean’s face ‘Yes Dee?”

“Promise you won’t ever leave me? I don’t think i could handle it if you left to”

“I promise”

++

“Please y/n, do this for me” You could see the pain in his pleading eyes, you knew how much Dean loved you. But you were doing this for them,

“Dean” You breathed out “I can’t just stay here all day”

He sighed “I know, but Cas said you needed rest”

“Dean, I can’t”

“Why not? Please y/n don’t be stubborn like me, I know you’re tired, i'm tired just from looking at you, you looked like crap” He let out a small chuckle trying to lighten the mood.

You gave him a small smile “It’s not that Dee…”

His face laced with concern “Then what is it?”

“I'm scared Dean” You sobbed out, bringing your hands to cover your face. You could feel the weight on your bed shift, Dean took your hands aways from you face as gentle as he could scared at any second you would crumble into dust in his hands.

“Look at me y/n/n” His voice soft making eye contact with him, he continued “You have nothing to be afraid of. Sammy and I, hell even Cass, we have your back, as long as you're with one of us, i promise with everything in me, you’re going to be okay.”

“You can’t protect me from this, he..”

Cutting you off “Like hell i can’t”

“Dean, you can’t. Whenever I close my eyes he's gonna be there, and i’ll back in the cage”

His eyes softened “Will figure it out, Okay?”

“Okay”

“Now, ill let you leave your room under one condition”

You giggled, “Dean im 30, im not a baby anymore”

He scoffed “As long as i'm alive, you might as well be a baby”

“Yeah, yeah. So whats this condition?”

++

Finally making your way towards the library, You promised Dean that you would eat whatever Sam ate, so that meant no more bacon, no more burgers, no more burgers with bacon on it. Dean had his arm wrapped around you, helping you towards the library, he insisted on giving you a piggy back, but your arms hurt too much to hold onto him, so this was the alternative. Making your way around the corner, stopping at the blood stain on the floor, you shuttered, bring your arms to hug yourself.

Dean noticed your change in mood, your exterior stiffening, “Y/n?” He questioned, but his eyes followed yours, tightening his grip on you, he rubbed his thumb in circles on your upper arm, pulling you close to his side.

The library coming into view, your face lighting up when you seen Sam, his back turned towards you, Mary’s eyes shifted from looking at Sam, towards Dean and you. Sam turned around when he noticed her eyes were no longer on him.

Making his way towards you, he pulled you into one of his famous hugs “I'm glad you’re okay y/n”

“As long as I have you two by my side, I'll always be okay”

Dean gave you a little shove “That's the spirit”

Mary walked towards you three, her eyes never landing on you, “Sam? I need your answer”

You could see Sam’s change in composure, Dean noticed it to. Becoming wary, you could feel the air get heavy, your heart started to speed up.

“Whats going on?” Dean pushed, looking between his Mother and little brother.

“I asked him to chose”

“Chose what?”

He gave you the same look he gave you when he left you when Dean was in hell, and in purgatory. “Sammy?” You questioned, but you already knew what she meant, a tear falling down your cheek.

“I’m sorry y/n” Sam spoke, his voice just below a whisper

You look towards Dean answering his question “to chose between me and her”

Dean’s face harden, his jaw clenched, his fist balling up before he brought it up, putting all his weight into it as it collided with his little brothers face.

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Stetson Labs- Chapter 1 A Girl With No Name And A Tail

A/N: If you have read the previous “Chapter 1″ Releases, begin reading BELOW the line. If you are wondering what keeps happening to me and why I have been ducking in and out of writing, visit my page and read my post. Feel free to comment and give feed back.

WARNINGS: Mild Language

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any supernatural characters, I only have the OC “Winter”.

It still haunts me. The smell, the touch. I'll never be able to forget it. It's sad really, that I cannot move past it all. How can I? Every time I look in the mirror, I see a monster created at the hands of a devil. These...'improvements' as he called them, are always here to remind me that I should be dead. I guess I'll start at the beginning. I ran. Harder than I’ve ever ran before. My sensitive ears were on fire with the amount of noise that was happening around me. Screaming, gunshots, the sound of blood and bodies hitting the ground. I covered my delicate ears. This was too much. Someone, or something, was massacring the people here.

Strangely enough, that was okay with me. The people here were horrible, soulless monsters that mutilated and mutated me. I only worried for my own life, to hell with theirs. My bare feet became sore from slapping the concrete, I knew I couldn’t run much further. I kept checking door after door, praying to whatever god there is that there is one that is unlocked. And one of them finally answered. The final door on my left was unlocked, it was a simple storage room, but to me it was a small sanctuary. I closed the door quietly and let my back hit the wall. Sliding down, I curled myself into a ball, holding my knees and curling my tail around my feet. Not once did I take my eyes of the little slit of light from the bottom of my door. A distant thumping was growing louder, it sounded like a pair of booted feet. I squeezed my legs closer and waited listening. With my heightened hearing, I would be able to pick the best moment to spring from my small room and start to run again. The thumping was louder, it must be only a few doors down now.

“Damnit! Lost it.” A gruff voice said. There was a faint beeping, a cell phone? “Sammy, come down the hall, I lost one of them and need your help, too many doors to check alone” He paused for a bit then seemed to hang up. He started with the door on the right, across from mine. I uncurled myself and readied for running. I watched as a shadow interrupted the line of light under the door, and flicked my ears to listen to the door knob turn. Once I heard the faint click of the latch releasing from the doorframe, I ran full force into the door, knocking it open and into the person attempting to open it. I got a glance at the man I was running from. He was tall, bigger than the men in masks were and had short hair. That’s all I could make out before I took off down the hall, heading back in the direction from which I came. I looked over my shoulder to see if the man was following, he was, but at a great distance. I grinned, I can outrun him easily.   But looking back was a mistake. I ran into what felt like a brick wall and fell flat on my ass. I landed on my tail wrong and let out a shout. When I looked up, I saw an even taller man in front of me. He had longer, brown hair.

“Oh thank God, took you long enough!” the shorter man said, out of breath and finally caught up. Damn. I was cornered.

“Hey, you’re alright, we won’t hurt you.” The taller man said, stooping down to my eye level. I laid my ears back and showed my teeth, a common action I made when threatened. I let out a low growl, like my instincts had taught me. The taller man stepped back and put his hands up as a gesture of surrender. I never broke eye contact with the taller man standing in my way. I was waiting. “Take it easy, we aren’t going to do anything to you.” The smaller one said now that he finally caught his breath.

“Dean, what should we do? We knew they were doing experiments, but we didn’t know they were doing them on kids.” He broke eye contact with me to look at the other man called Dean. That’s the moment I broke into a sprint once again. “DAMNIT!” one of them shouted. They gave chase. “Cas! We could use your help here!” Dean shouted. There was a faint flapping sound, and my wrist was taken hold of. I was whipped around and was facing my restraint, a man in a tan coat with brown hair, and a tie. He looked confused, but continued to hold onto me. I fought with tooth and nail, but the man didn’t react. I laid my ears back again and growled, but the grip on my wrist didn’t change. “Thanks Cas, I don’t think I could handle more running.” Dean said catching up.

“Sure, but what exactly is this? It looks like a partially transformed werewolf, but I sense that it is indeed human.” Cas said, looking at me with curious eyes.

“We think she is one of the experiments here.” The tall man said.

“Yeah, Sam did his research, the people here used this place as a lab to mess with the genetic make-up of things, we just didn’t know that they had moved onto human trails already.”  

While they were so leisurely chatting, I was attacking the man holding me. I bit, clawed, and hit everything I could reach, but he was unfazed. Tears began to sting my eyes, I was scared. I didn’t want to go back to the room, I didn’t want these men to take me to wherever they were going to. I wanted to go back to the storage room and sit in the dark. I wanted to get away. The tears began streaming from my eyes and I couldn’t help but sob as I became tired and weakly punched the man’s hand. Sam finally took notice, “What should we do with here, she obviously won’t come quietly.”

“I can make her unconscious for now.” Cas said looking at me. I was throwing too much of a fit to notice.

“That seems to be the best option.” Dean agreed. Cas’ hand enveloped my forehead, and things faded to black.

_______________________________________________________________________

Everything was hazy. My head felt heavy, and my eyelids even heavier. I tried to take a deep breath but it felt like cinder blocks were on my chest. I heard muffled speaking, the voices were vaguely familiar. Attempting to move proved pointless. It was like my brain wasn’t properly connected to my nerves, nothing was responding.

Finally the talking stopped and a hand grasped my head. All of the haze and weight was gone and I gasped for air as my eyes shot open. I was on a couch. I tried to sit up, But the man has yet to let go of my head. “Cas, she’s fine. Let her up” Sam said. The man called Cas hesitated, but let me go. I sat up and curled into a ball, eyeing the three tall men around me. One, who I think was called Dean, had his arms crossed, looking at me like I killed his dog. The taller man, Sam, was next to him, leaning on the table and smiling slightly at me. I didn’t like that much. Finally the man who let me go was Cas. He was standing beside the couch, scowling.

“What’s your name?” Sam asked, still smiling. I looked down and didn’t answer. Even if I remembered my name, I wouldn’t tell any of them. “Hey, we saved your ass back there, so if I were you, I’d answer the damn question.” Dean took a step closer, arms still crossed. The hostility in his voice made me growl and tighten my tail round my feet. Cas visibly braced, read to take me down if needed. “Dean, Cas. Calm down. This isn’t the way to approach her. We don’t know what she has been through.”

“Yeah, and we don’t know whose side she’s on either Sammy. For all we know, she is part of the plan.” Dean turned to argue.

“I believe Sam is right. I sense nothing-” before Cas could finish the sentence, I sprang off of my cushy cell and tried to run for a door, any door. Cas was faster, he grabbed the back of my shirt and tossed my down to the floor, causing my dog tags to fall around my neck and out of my shirt. “No, Sit. Stay.”

“Wait what’s that?” Dean pointed to my tags. “Maybe it has her name on it? Or some kind of ID at least” Sam took a slow step to me and crouched down to my level on the ground. “Can I see them? I won’t hurt you. We just want to help.” I laid my ears back but complied. I didn’t truly feel like I was in any danger. Sam took my tag and flipped it over so he could read it.

“W-1-N-7-3-R” he read to the others. “That’s it? Well that wasn’t much help.” Dean said, throwing his hands up.

“What if we call her Winter?” Cas piped in.

“What? The hell did that come from?” Dean questioned.

“Her tag number. Looks like the word Winter.”

“Wait it does!” Sam said with excitement.

“Fine, whatever. Winter it is then. Now, Winter, can you even talk?”

I continued my wall of silence. It’s not that I couldn’t speak, I just saw no point in it. I didn’t trust them yet, so why release any information? What if I get away but they somehow find me again because of something I accidentally gave them? Who knows what abilities the man in the trench coat had? It was my safety blanket. I turned away from Dean and Sam and fixed my hazel eyes onto the ceiling. What could they do? I’ve been through it all.

“Okay, maybe she can’t? But she seems to understand us well, maybe thats enough.” Sam tried to suggest.

“This is stupid.” Dean huffed and walked away, “You wanted to take her home Sammy, she is your puppy now.” Dean walked into another room. Sam glared in his direction and smiled back at me.

“I really wont hurt you. Are you hungry? How about some food or water?” I didn’t admit to anything but when he mentioned food my stomach ratted me out by letting a long growl escape. I blushed and bit my lip. Sam smirked and walked away to the same room that Dean walked into. I remained on the ground but I sat up. Cas nodded awkwardly at me when I made eye contact with him. “I’m just gonna.... Go check on them.” He disappeared before my eyes. I blinked but it didn’t seem to be an illusion, he really was gone. Glancing at my surroundings, I noticed books lined the walls. I perked up a bit. I loved books. Maybe these people would let me read some if I acted nicely. Thats how it was back in the White Room, I was a ‘good little beast’ and they gave me a book to read. Mostly books that were complex and full of words I didn’t understand but I relished the opportunity to actually learn something.

“Oh, do you like to read, Winter?” I was so focused on the shelves that I didn’t notice Sam coming back into the room. He was carrying a plate with a sandwich and a glass of water. “Well you are welcome to read anytime. Here, I made something for you.” He smiled and set the food down on a long wooden table in the center of the room. I didn’t move. I was hungry, but I still was unsure of everything. Sam must have noticed me being hesitant and he turned away and selected a book from the shelf. He sat at a nearby chair and began to read. I crawled on hands and feet over to the plate. Sniffing the table and chair before sitting down, I pulled the chair out slowly. I didn’t sit, I crouched on the chair. The smell of the fresh food wafted up to my nose and I began to drool. Without any further thought, I wolfed down the food and chugged the water. When the plate was crumb free an my glass dry, I stepped off the chair and began to wonder around. The library seemed to go on forever. I glanced up and say that the shelves nearly hit the ceiling. I grinned, so much to learn. I heard a chuckle and turned my ear to the source of the sound. It was Sam. He was pretending to read and was simply keeping an eye on me. I let my ear relax, I was used to being watched, so it made no difference to me. As I was about to reach for a book, Dean and Cas reentered the room. “Should we really let her read those things? For all we know, she could just be working for them and be trying to get our secrets.” Dean stated bluntly.

“I really don’t think Winter is bad. I don’t sense any ill-will from her.” Cas chimed in.

“Dean, come on. She is a kid. She has a tail and ears that were obviously surgically put onto her body and are now functional. You think she did that willingly? From the documents we found, they kidnapped potential subjects. She is probably just some lost kid who was in the wrong place at the wrong time.” Sam’s eyes were soft and reassuring to me. Dean shrugged, “Time will tell I guess” He sauntered off down the hall, “I’m heading to bed.”

“I’m going to go see if I can go get the files from that facility, maybe it will tell us more.” Cas said, and before anyone could breathe another word, he vanished again.

“Well, I guess it’s time for you to go to sleep too huh? It’s been a crazy night for all of us.” Sam got up and walked down the hall, then he stopped and turned, “you coming? I’ll show you your room.” I let my ears perk up. I haven’t slept in a bed for a decade now.

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Hellfire - Part 2

Summary: Dean and Y/N meet in hell, befriending each other, trying to hold onto their humanity. What happens when Dean gets saved and Y/N doesn’t?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1663

Warnings: Angst, torture, violence, ya know, things that happen in Hell

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PART 1

MASTERLIST

Much to your annoyance, you became Alastair’s little pet. He became obsessed with teaching you all the different ways of torture. That was the only thing keeping you going, the thrill of using a person’s body against them. There wasn’t one human or demon that you couldn’t get information out of. Alastair was always pleased with your work, so much so that he let you leave hell. You left and returned as you pleased. As long as you tortured whoever was put in front of you, Alastair let you do whatever you wanted.

You decided to find Dean Winchester. It was his fault you were like this. Alastair told you he was alive and had an angel working with him. You watched the Winchesters from afar, never letting them know of your presence. You saw the poor, pathetic angel who saved Dean from hell. You watched as Sam drank demon blood and went mad.

You saw Sam kill your mentor, Alastair. He was the only demon you answered to so you were free then, free to do whatever you wanted. You watched as Sam killed Lilith, breaking the final seal, freeing Lucifer from his cage. You watched as the war between the Angels and the Demons continued. You saw Crowley hand over The Colt and its bullets in hopes that it would kill Lucifer. You followed them to the town where Ellen and Jo had died and where they failed to kill Lucifer. You sat and watch as Dean got beat so bad that he was almost unrecognizable. You watched as Sam jumped into the pit. Dean’s world was crumbling around him and that brought you great joy. Then Dean chickened out; he quit the hunting life.

You left after that, not caring about what happened to Dean. You hopped from town to town wreaking havoc on its residents. You did whatever you wanted and if anyone tried to get in the way of that, you would kill them.

After a few years you heard through the grapevine that Mary Winchester was alive. You hadn’t thought about Dean in years but you decided his mother was the perfect way to get revenge for what he did to you. You tracked them down to The Men of Letters bunker, the bunker your grandparents used to tell stories about. You knew that place backwards and forwards, you knew where each of the sigils were to keep you out. You destroyed every last one of them. You entered the bunker while everyone was asleep, everyone except Mary.

There she was, in the kitchen making coffee with her back turned to you, “So, you’re Mary Winchester.”

Mary jumped at the sound of your voice, “Do I know you?”

You walked towards her, your eyes flashing black, “No, but you will.”

Sam walked into the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee before going on a run. When he turned the corner he saw his mother bound and gagged in the chair. Sam rushed over to her, kneeling in front of her, “Mom!” He removed the gag from her mouth, “Mom, what happened?”

Her eyes darted around the room to see if you were still there, “It’s a demon and she’s after Dean.”

Sam worked to untie her hands as quickly as he could, “Ok, untie your feet and get out of here. I’ll go find Dean.” Sam stood up and turned to leave.

Mary untied her feet and stood up to follow Sam, “No! I’m staying Sam.”

Sam sighed, he didn’t have time to fight, “Ok, just stay close.”

Sam and Mary came bursting into Dean’s room, waking him from a deep sleep. He rolled over and rubbed his eyes, “What the hell guys?”

“There’s a demon in here, she’s after you. She had Mom tied up in the kitchen.”

Upon hearing that, Dean jumped out of bed and rushed over to check on Mary. He placed his hand on either side of her face and asked, “Are you ok? Did she hurt you?”

Mary shook her head out of Dean’s grip, “I’m fine Dean, let’s just find her.”

The only way to deal with this demon was to capture it and kill it. She already knew how to get in the bunker so their home wasn’t safe anymore. They split up, Sam went to cut the power to the bunker, locking everyone in, and Dean and Mary went to the war room, gathering everything they could. They got holy water, iron rods, and salt and laid it all out on the table when Sam came rushing back into the room with the demon knife.

You had enough of them freaking out, it was getting boring. Your heavy boots echoed through the hall as you rounded the corner entering the war room. Sam stepped in front of Mary and Dean froze. He never expected to see you again especially with onyx eyes. He started to pray for Castiel to come help them.

You took one step into the room and let out a malevolent chuckle, “So Dean, we meet again.”

Dean swallowed thickly, “Y/N.”

“Oh so you do remember me! Good, I won’t have to tell the story then! Oh but wait, they don’t know who I am, do they?”

No one made a move to answer you, they just stood in place.

“Well it’s a thrilling story so pull up a chair and make some popcorn!” You walked over to the chair to take a seat. propping your feet up on the table, “It all started in a little place called Hell. Deano here was thrown in the same cell as I was. Tortured every single day, just as I was. After a few weeks of silence between us, I was thrown back in one day without being healed. It sucked and it hurt.”

Sam made a move for the holy water and you threw him against the wall with a flick of your wrist. Mary rushed over to him,  “Ah ah ah Sam, I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Now where was I? Oh yes, I was squirming on the floor in pain and Dean told me his life story. After that there was no silence between us. I learned everything about him and he learned everything about me.”

You got up and walked in a circle around Dean who was still rooted to the spot, “Care to tell them the rest?”

Dean didn’t answer, didn’t move, so you pushed him towards Sam and Mary, “Go on Dean, tell them,” you spat.

He cleared his throat and began to speak, his voice wavering with every word, “We were in the same cell for two years until one day, I broke. I gave in to Alastair and he taught me the most effective ways of torture.”

Dean looked over at you with tear filled eyes and you reassured him, “Go on, you’re doing such a great job.”

He looked back over to Sam and his mother, a tear escaping from his eye, “After Alastair taught me everything he said he had a special first victim for me. I walked into the room to find out that my first victim was Y/N.”

“Yeah, who would have thought about that?! Am I right!? What a turn of events. Dean used everything he learned against me and tortured me everyday for 10 years. The day he was ‘saved’ from hell, I turned into this,” your eyes flashed back and you sent Dean flying into the same wall as Sam.

“Now, what do you think is appropriate punishment for that? Should I kill you? Or should I make you watch as I kill Sam and your mother and leave you to live with that guilt for the rest of your life?”

Dean got up and started to walk towards you, “I am so sorry Y/N. I never wanted to-”

You cut him off by throwing him into the wall again. You snapped at him, “It’s too late for apologies.”

You were so blinded by rage you didn’t hear the angel appear from behind you. He encircled his arms around you and Sam jumped up to stab you with the demon knife. Dean shoved him out of the way just before he could reach you and slapped the demon handcuffs on you, rendering your powers useless. “No Sam! We’ll cure her, just like you did for me!”

You were taken to a room you had never seen before, put in the middle of a devil's trap, and tied to a chair. “Sam, you and Mom go get the purified blood. I’ll stay here with her.”

Sam nodded and he and Mary exited the room. You watched as Dean paced the room for an absurd amount of time, unsure of what to do.

“So you think you can just cure me? Im dead, my body is rotting in the ground. What makes you so sure you won’t be killing me?”

Dean didn’t answer, he just kept pacing the room.

A smirk grew on your face, “You don’t know do you? You have no idea what this will do to me. Well I hope I die so you have more guilt to live with!”

“You think I wanted to do all of that shit to you Y/N!? I made a mistake, one I couldn’t take back. When Alastair offered me the deal I added a condition. I said the he and his other demon minions weren’t allowed to torture you anymore. But he used my wording against me. I wasn’t a demon.”

You clenched your jaw, “You’re lying.”

“I’m not Y/N.” You both heard the large metal door of the bunker open and shut, signaling that Sam and Mary were back.

For the first time since hell, you were scared again. You had no idea what kind of trip you were in for, “Well that was fast.”

Dean sighed taking a seat on the table, “We know a guy.”

PART 3

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[among-the-broken-ones-blog]

Chapter 1 {Remain Calm}

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~Marlowe's POV~

I sit on my couch watching a show called ‘Teen Wolf’ when I hear quite footsteps coming from the hallway. I slowly reach for my gun that I have stashed under one of my throw pillows and turn off the safety. I stand up from the couch and creep towards the doorway, hiding with my back against the wall. A black silhouette tip-toes into the living room, glancing around.

I flip the light switch on, pointing my gun at the mystery person. “Put your hands up and turn around!” I yell. The person slowly turns around and smiles at me. “What the hell Dean!?” I yell at him lowering the gun. “Hey, don’t you what the hell me Marls!” Dean says pointing a finger at me. “Oh whatever, Mr.Don’t Die.” I say smirking and crossing my arms over my chest. He shakes his head and I scoff, putting the gun down on my coffee table.

“That’s the best plan I’ve ever come up with, so don’t dis the plan master.” He replies smirking with a glint of who knows what in his eye. “Yeah, yeah. Now, what do you want Dean?” I ask him whilst rolling my eyes. “My dad went on a hunting trip. He hasn’t been home in a few days.” Dean says. I gasp, “You don’t think?…” I trail off. He shakes his head, “No, at least I hope not.” He says sadly. I nod and turn around, heading to my bedroom. “Where are you going?” He asks. “To pack, what do you think?” I reply smirking.

*Time Skip To In The Car*

“So… what was he hunting?” I ask Dean. “I’m not completely sure. He went to check out a two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California.” He says while reaching to turn the radio on. “Woah, woah, woah… please tell me you don’t listen to the modern day crap.” I say disapprovingly. He shakes his head and scoffs, “Hell no, I’m all authentic.” He says pressing play. Metallica starts blaring through the car speakers and I smile to myself, Dean’s always had a good taste in music.

Soon we pull up to an apartment complex. “So, this is where Sammy lives?” I ask Dean, gazing up at the building in front of me in awe. “Yup.” Dean says stepping out of the car and heading towards the fire escape. “Dean, we can’t just break in.” I tell him, flailing my arms around to emphasize my meaning. “Uh, yeah we can.” Dean says while starting to climb up the ladder. “Ok, Mr. I do illegal stuff to feel cool.” I say sarcastically. I hear Dean chuckle under his breathe and I smile to myself.

I’ve always had a thing for Dean, I just never acted upon those feelings because he would never return the feelings. I sigh and start climbing the ladder, “Wait.. how did you know where Sam and I lived? You haven’t talked to either of us in 2 years…” I ask him. He stops climbing and thinks for a few seconds. “I may or may not have kept tabs on you two..” He says proudly.

“Yeah that’s not creepy or anything Dean…” I say. “Oh shut it Marls." He says. Awe, he’s still using his nickname for me. “Whatever Dean.” I say climbing faster to catch up to him. “Stop, this is it right here.” He says. I stop climbing and step onto the tiny balcony. “Be quiet now, they can probably hear us.” Dean whispers to me. I nod and slip through the window he had opened. I turn around to see Dean struggling to get through the little space. I giggle, opening it more for him. I then turn around and look around the room, “Not bad Sammy.” I say nodding in approval.

Dean shakes his head and starts walking around, not noticing the floorboards creaking underneath his heavy footsteps. “Dumbass.” I mumble and follow him. He walks through a doorway and gets about 4 steps into the room before a tall figure tackles him. I run into the room and am pushed away by Sam. “Ow, you douche.” I say holding my head that I had hit on the wall rather hard. They keep fighting for about 20 seconds before Dean gets Sam on the ground. Sam goes to fight against him but Dean stops him, “Woah, easy tiger.” Dean chuckles.

“Dean?” Sam asks. Dean chuckles and sneaks a glance at me to make sure I was okay, probably hearing me slam into the wall. “You scared the crap out of me.” Sam breathes out, clutching his chest. “That’s cause your out of practice.” Dean smirks. Sam then gets the upper hand and flips Dean over, pinning him down instead. “Or not…” Dean chuckles. “Now get off me.” Dean says turning serious. Sam pats his shoulder and stands up, Dean following after him. “Dean, what the hell are you doing here?” Sam asks him frowning.

“Well Marls is here too, and I was looking for a beer.” Dean says. All of a sudden the lights turn on and I see a blonde standing in the doorway. “Sam?” She asks. Sam and Dean turn around to look at her. “Jess, hey. Dean, Marlowe, this is my girlfriend Jessica.” Sam says gesturing to her. “Wait, your brother Dean? and your best friend Marlowe?” Jess says smiling, pointing at us as she lists us off. Dean smirks, “I love the smurfs. You know I’ve got to tell you, you are completely out of my brothers league.” Dean says. I slap his arm and turn to Jess, “I’m sorry about him.

She smiles and shifts uncomfortably, "Let me put something on.” She says. “No, no. I wouldn’t dream of it, seriously. Anyway. I got to borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business. But uh, nice meeting you.” Dean says to her smiling. Sam scoffs and looks between us 3, “No, no, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her.” Same says moving to stand by Jess. “Okay,” Dean says smiling, “Um, Dad hasn’t been home in a few days.” Dean says standing there awkwardly. I walk over to him and grab his hand, noticing him relax a little at my action.

“So, he’s working overtime on a Miller time shift. He’ll stumble back in sooner or later.” Sam says trying to convince Dean that their Dad is fine. I butt into the conversation looking at Sam seriously, “Your dad’s on a hunting trip.” I say, “and he hasn’t been home in a few days.” Dean finishes. Realization washes over Sam’s facial features and he goes a little pale. “Jess, excuse us.” He says a little rudely not looking at her.

——–

A few minutes later we’re walking down the main stairwell. “Come on, you can’t just break in in the middle of the night and expect me to hit the road with you two.” Same says seriously. Wow, we are all really serious tonight… “Your not hearing us Sammy, your dads missing. We need you to help us find him.” I tell him. “You remember the poltergiest in Amherst, or the devil’s gates in Clifton? He was missing then too. He’s always missing and he’s always fine.” Sam says frustrated with us. “Not for this long, now are you gonna come with us or not?” Dean asks. “I’m not.” Sam says. “Why not?” I ask him, stopping on the stairs. “I swore I was done with hunting for good.” Sam says like it’s obvious.

“Come on, it wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t that bad.” Dean says. “Yeah? When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet he gave me a 45.” Sam said surprised with what Dean said. Dean stops walking and I bump into his back not paying attention, “What was he supposed to do?” Dean asks with wide eyes. “I was 9 years old, He was supposed to say 'Don’t be afraid of the dark’.” Sam says. “Don’t be afraid of the dark? Are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark, You know whats out there.” I told him in complete disbelief. “Yeah I know. but still – the way we grew up after mom was killed and dad’s obsession with the thing that killed her wasn’t healthy, but yet we still haven’t found the damn thing. So instead we kill everything we can find.” Sam says completely and utterly pissed off.

“We save a lot of people doing it too.” Dean says. Sam scoffs at Dean rolling his eyes, “You think mom would have wanted this for us?” Sam asks. I stop and turn to Sam, “Don’t you dare bring your mom into this!” I yell at him. I then hear Dean slam the door open and walk out. I sigh and give Sam a disapproving look, following Dean out the door. “The weapon training and melting the silver into bullets? Man, Dean, we were raised like warriors.” Sam says. “So what are you gonna do? Are you gonna live some normal, apple-pie life? Is that it?” Dean asks turning to talk to Sam.

“No, not normal, safe.” Sam says crossing his arms over his chest. “That’s why you ran away?” Dean asks while scoffing when Sam nods. “I didn’t run away. I was just going to college. It was Dad who said if I was gonna go, I should stay gone, and that’s what I’m doing.” Sam says with a hint of sadness in his voice. I decide to leave them alone to talk things out, walking over to a curb thats a little ways away, but close enough to where I can hear what they’re saying. “Dad’s in real trouble right now, if he’s not dead already. I can feel it. I can’t do this alone.” Dean says. “Yes you can Dean, plus you have Marlowe with you.” Sam says. Dean looks down at his feet, “Yeah, but I need my brother with me too.” Dean says. Sam sighs and shifts on his feet, looking up at the sky. “What was he hunting?” Sam says while sighing in defeat. A gigantic smile makes its way onto my face, Sammy finally joined the team.